fluff (de ficar com cárie de tão doce!!), pp e chani são noivinhos, w.c: 0.6k e acho que é só isso!!
☀️notinha da sun: ele é meu ursinho protegido!!
— Eu não pedi esse tipo de flor. Mas tudo bem, será que você pode trazer o pedido certo amanhã antes das nove da manhã? — você perguntou para o funcionário, que assentiu rapidamente. Tinha mudado recentemente de floricultura fornecedora, porque a sua preferida, na qual você conhecia todo mundo — incluindo o gatinho fofo que vivia te rodeando toda vez que comparecia pessoalmente —, havia fechado.
Desde a infância, era bem metódica em relação a uma porção infinita de coisas. Seu penteado devia estar sempre impecável no trabalho, embora fosse um rabo de cavalo simples, porque, sinceramente? Mesmo sendo uma cerimonialista jovem, tinha experiência na área, mas definitivamente não era excepcional com grampos.
— Adivinha quem é — você revirou os olhos quando Chanhee, seu recém-noivo, cobriu-os com as mãos. Ele não tinha avisado que viria te ver, pelo menos não à tarde.
— É o meu… meu noivo! Lindo, cheiroso e charmoso — ele sorriu, lindo como todas as manhãs seriam quando enfim se casassem. Provavelmente tinha algumas outras coisas para conferir no salão de festas, seguindo a lista do seu tablet, porém todas essas coisas ficaram em segundo plano no momento em que o viu em todo o seu esplendor.
Não se importava com a probabilidade bastante correta de estar sendo uma noiva babona ao extremo. Tinha organizado tantos casamentos a vida inteira, e o seu finalmente chegaria.
Chanhee te beijou de um jeitinho só dele, escondendo os rostos de vocês, porque vez ou outra um colega seu passava, mesmo que estivessem na área mais distante do salão.
Ele te virou com jeitinho, as mãos ao redor da sua cintura, o peitoral firme grudado nas suas costas.
— Fiquei surpreso que ontem você não fez uma planilha do casamento.
— Eu estava ocupada te beijando depois de você colocar uma aliança no meu dedo e ligar em videochamada para os meus pais para pedir minha mão, sendo que eu sempre fui sua — Chani deixou um beijinho no seu pescoço. Suas mãos estavam sobre as dele na sua cintura. Ambos estavam olhando para um ponto específico do lugar, mas você não sabia ao certo o que era, porque só conseguia imaginar seu noivo no altar.
— De corpo inteiro, não só minha mão.
— Por que você sempre sabe o que dizer? — ele questionou, sorrindo. Já disse que amava aquele sorriso? Do tipo “seja pai dos meus filhos para que eles herdem essa arcada dentária fofa” ou, sei lá, algo assim.
Chani se sentou em uma das cadeiras da mesa redonda do salão. Você não relutou quando ele segurou sua mão, te guiando silenciosamente para se sentar na coxa dele.
— Chani…
— O que foi? Eu estava com saudades da minha noiva — você sorriu, beijando-o de novo com carinho, as próprias mãos emoldurando o rosto perfeito do seu noivo. Estava tirando uma fotografia mental daquele momento, tentando não pensar muito na forma como ele te olhava. Parecia um cachorrinho dócil, tão fofo que te dava vontade de só beijá-lo pelo resto da vida.
Que bom que estava prestes a fazer isso mesmo.
— Eu só tenho certeza sobre a música.
— Ah, é? — na cabeça de Chani, talvez acariciar a sua coxa coberta pela saia lápis fosse completamente normal. No entanto, sua pele começava a se arrepiar, os dedinhos dos pés se contorcendo dentro do saltinho.
— Aham… tem um carinha que eu gosto… ele canta, atua e desfaz o meu rabo de cavalo nas horas vagas — Chanhee fingiu surpresa, a boca pertinho da sua.
— Que sem-vergonha. E você quer contratar ele? — Chani segurou seu queixo, gostando das suas bochechas vermelhas. Existia alguma coisa no ar que o deixava um pouco atrevido.
❪ 紳士 ❫ suggestive est. rs husband!hwiyoung x f!reader 2236 cw ノ hwiyoung is shirtless, suggestive...... lots of kissing, they're a little freaky for each other, focus on hwiyoung's back tattoo and reader being very in love with it and him <3 (im delusional), not proofread 〃 ♡ ⸝⸝⸝ it's time for the great return of hwiyoung week @lexeees we will be unstoppable ... i fear i can never be normal about this man im soooo sorry hes just too sexy and i unfortunately have free will and a fanfic blog 🫠 / 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄
Youngkyun shifts out of bed as quietly as possible, but his weight lifting off the mattress is unknowingly still enough to stir you from your dreams. You barely blink open your eyes; only just enough to register that your husband has in fact left your side and gone to wash up in the bathroom. You frown before rolling over and closing your eyes, hoping that if you go back to sleep he might come join you again.
You really weren't looking forward to waking up this morning. In a few hours, Youngkyun will leave on a business trip. You don't like to admit how hard the thought of saying goodbye feels. It's only for a week. He'll be back before you know it. But you still hate the ache of separation. It feels unbearable to be apart from him, even if it's only a day or two. Marrying Youngkyun has only made your attachment to him that much worse.
You've gotten quite used to having him around all the time. And you would like to keep it that way. A week apart would have felt like nothing when you were still dating, but after being married for four years, your routines are very firmly set.
You like waking up next to him every morning. You like the hours spent every day in conversation or just quietly being in each other's space. Even if you're not in the same room, the knowledge that he is just a few steps away and living with you in the same house makes you feel warm. You like being able to hug and kiss him whenever you want without having to wait for the "right" moment as you so often did while dating.
You've noticed how much your feelings for him have only grown steadily over the years. You thought you loved Youngkyun as much as was possible when he was your boyfriend, but being able to call him your husband brought a whole new wave of feelings that makes your past seem insignificant in comparison. Youngkyun has taught you to stop overthinking when it comes to him. When you want him, you have learned you are allowed to take without hesitation. Marriage has made you bolder than you ever thought you would be. Even after so many years, your husband is still irresistible to you.
When Youngkyun steps back into the bedroom to get dressed, you quickly notice that he thinks you're still asleep. You find it adorable how he searches through the drawers of the dresser in the dark, trying to find the right pair of pants based on feeling alone. The faint light from the cracked bathroom door illuminates the side of his face to you, and you smile watching him squint as he holds up the chosen pair of pants to the sliver of light to confirm he got the right one.
He's deliberately quiet as he puts them on, still trying his best not to disturb you. If only he turned around, he would realize you're very much awake, and enjoying watching the scene in front of you. Despite the little light, you can still see the curves and contours of the muscles on his arms and back. Your mouth runs dry when he starts looking through his shirt drawer—the light from the bathroom now shining against his back and giving you the perfect view of the ink decorating it.
You reach to turn on your bedside table lamp. The view is simply too good to be wasted by darkness. You want to see him—all of him. Long gone are your shy days, when an extra inch of exposed skin on him would be enough to make you flustered. Marriage has definitely made you bolder.
Your husband freezes at the sudden brightness, immediately turning around to apologize.
"Did I wake you up? I'm sorry, baby. I was trying to be quiet."
Youngkyun's voice is soft and sorry, like you waking up a bit earlier than you had originally planned was an egregious offense. He's always so sweet in the mornings, especially when you're still sleepy. He'll often coax you out of bed with kisses and fresh coffee. You should let him know that the sight of him shirtless is much more effective in getting you awake.
"Turn back around," you mutter simply. Youngkyun's face morphs into one of confusion, but he complies with your request anyway. You sit up, eyes focusing contently on his tattoos again.
The view is much better without the designs obscured in darkness. With the light shining against his back, you can see all the details clearly: the calligraphed text decorating his left shoulder blade, the curl of the wave that envelopes the side of his lower back, and the delicate Hebrew letters the cascade down the line of his spine.
You crawl to the edge of the bed after a moment, immediately deciding you need to be closer to him.
"Why did y—"
Your arms circle his waist, and the rest of his sentence dies before it can reach your ears. Your fingertips are cold against his skin and a shiver runs up his spine at the sensitivity. He should have expected this to be your motive, but you're usually so sleepy in the morning, you rarely ever make any moves before you've had a cup of coffee. He assumed today would be the same. He should have known you'd be extra clingy before he goes away.
"How are you so…" you trail off, breath hitting his back as you exhale. You still hold his waist with one hand, keeping him close. Your other now rests against his upper back, tracing the letters of the word "strength" on his shoulder blade.
"So what?" Youngkyun prompts quietly. His voice is slightly raspy, like your sudden forwardness knocked the air out of him and he's still trying to recover. On any other day, his question would be smug and teasing, but you note desperation in his voice to know your answer.
"…perfect," you complete, whispering it against his skin. Your lips find the middle of his back, right where the center of his tattoo is.
Your kiss is much warmer than your fingertips were, but goosebumps spread across his skin just the same as you trace down his spine slowly. So slow, like you're teasing him with it. You enjoy noticing the little reactions he gives you. A quiet sucked in breath, his hand coming to hold your wrist at his waist, his eyes fluttering shut because the feeling of you worshipping him like this is nearly overwhelming.
Youngkyun is quite used to giving you attention like this—slow and so very intimate that it feels like you're the only two people in the world. The moments you return it to him are rarer. You like being bold with him, but seldom are you so deliberate in teasing him. You've always been impatient. You'd much rather devour him than spend the time slowly savouring. Things move quickly with you most of the time, but Youngkyun has a feeling this will linger for a while, and he doesn't mind that thought.
Your hand on his waist can't help exploring a little higher, feeling out the soft skin on his abdomen and travelling up to his firm chest. Youngkyun stays still, leaning in to your touch while his other hand intertwines with yours. He gives it a squeeze like it might ground him and keep him sane for a little longer, but when you gently nip his skin, he's thrown fully back into a daze of wanting and you.
When you turn him around to face you again, the expression you wear makes him breathless. You seem so mesmerized by what you see—eyes wandering over every corner of his exposed skin like you're admiring a work of fine art. When your eyes flit up to his face, he can barely hold himself back from pouncing on your lips. Four years of marriage has done nothing to quell his desire for you. It's still as heavy and consuming as ever.
He both loves and hates that fact. How is he possibly going to survive leaving you in three hours? It's the last thing he wants to do, especially when you're looking up at him so intently, still-sleepy eyes drinking in the sight of him. You pull him forward by the waist and press a determined kiss against his stomach, just above his belly button.
"Am I being dramatic? I don't think I can survive without you for a week," you say seriously, dispersing your words with more kisses against his bare skin. He takes a slow, controlled breath in, furrowing his brow and trying frantically to find a sliver of self-control left in his being. If he doesn't, he knows that his flight will get cancelled within the next hour because it is impossible to not give in to you.
"It'll go by quickly, I promise." His words don't sound confident, even to him. Your arms tighten around his figure. "I'll call you every night."
"The bed will still be empty."
"I'll make it up to you when I'm back," he promises softly, although his eyes are already drowning in regret at having to wait that long. His palm cups your cheek, thumb caressing your skin gently. You know the touch is an attempt to switch the mood; calm the fervor that is quickly consuming both of you, and get back to the regular schedule. Because having you tempt him to stay home was not part of the plan, and you both know exactly how effective you can be in swaying him.
You know you should go along with him—accept a hug for a minute or two and then let him go. You know you're only making it harder for him, and you should feel sorry for it. But… you don't. You can't. This morning, you don't want to say goodbye. You don't want to let him get dressed and then send him off. You don't want to wait another week before being in his arms again. You want to be selfish, even if it's irrational.
You decide to test which is stronger: Youngkyun's self control or your ability to make him break.
You pull him down by the back of his neck, lips finding their place against his like a lock and key; made for one another. You know he could resist easily—pull away and tell you he really can't—but you're satisfied when you find him kissing back immediately. He's already giving in.
You turn him onto the bed, his back hitting the mattress and you finding your way on top of him in one smooth motion. The kiss breaks for a moment as he finds his hold on your waist. You can tell from that look in his eyes that he knows letting you do this is irresponsible. Yet… he's never found you hotter than right now. He's breathless already. He was already worked up from your kisses on his back minutes ago. Having your lips is a final breaking point. He feels desperate, almost delirious.
You quite enjoy this power you hold. A few simple kisses are enough to get him like this every time. Your fingertips smooth over his eyebrow and down his cheekbone. His breath stays uneven, chest rising and falling underneath your other hand pinning him down. He looks at you like you are the center of his entire world.
You can see his tattoos peeking around his waist. Your hand draws down his chest, warm skin flushed under your touch. When you reach his waist, you mark along the ink again. You could stay here for ages, tracing every line of black on his body, leaving your own marks along the designs.
He pulls your attention back before you can get lost in it again.
He kisses you like waiting another moment would have been unbearable. It's no longer slow or gentle. There's no time left for teasing or careful admiration. This kiss is messy and desperate, filled with impatience and need.
You can tell that with each passing second that his business trip is getting pushed further and further to the back of his mind until it's barely an afterthought. How could he possibly spare even a second to think about work when you're on top of him like this? Kissing him like this?
"Are you going to regret this later?" you ask breathlessly. The corner of Youngkyun's mouth lifts into a smirk, but his eyes stay soft.
"If I was going to regret it, I wouldn't have let you start."
That answer satisfies you immensely. For the next two hours, Youngkyun finds it impossible to leave the bed. Getting dressed has never taken quite this long before. He can only blame himself for giving in so easily—for being so weak when it comes to you.
He still says goodbye to you at the airport, somehow managing to not be late for his departure time. It's still as hard to let him go as it would have been without your interference. You'll still miss him terribly for the next week, and he'll still find himself as impatient as ever to get back home to you. Even after years, you are still not tired of loving your husband in every possible way.
genres: fluff? (Idk how to tag this). maybe a bit suggestive.
warnings: hwiyoung (he needs his own warning), uh...neck?, reader is um... possessive and he's amused (and so in love). suggestive towards the end. fem!reader.
words: 598
a/n: DO NOT TALK TO ME ABT THIS. Idk what demon possessed me to write this but then again, he has this effect on people. seriously this is like the craziest, most delusional thing I've written so far... hwiyoung the man you are...
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Your throat tightened as you watched your husband prepare for the evening event they were expected to attend.
Even after four years together, the sight of him still left you breathless.
From the very first moment you had met him, Youngkyun had been captivating—not just in looks, though he was undeniably handsome, but in the quiet strength of his presence, the warmth of his smile, and the way he always made you feel as though you were the only person in his world.
He was gentle, steady, and loving. He was yours.
And yet… that didn’t stop you from being struck by him all over again, as if you were falling for him anew each day.
Your gaze followed his movements, heat rising to your cheeks as you watched him roll up the sleeves of his shirt, a small, ordinary action that somehow felt devastatingly attractive.
The satin black fabric hugged him perfectly, the top two buttons left undone to reveal the slope of his neck, the very place you had spent so many nights pressing kisses against, tracing with your lips and fingers as though he was your altar.
Your breath caught when your wandering eyes met his. Youngkyun's dark gaze held yours with ease, the corner of his mouth tugging upward.
“Someone’s distracted,” he said in that same gentle tone you adored, though the teasing lilt in his voice was impossible to miss as he fastened his watch. “Something on your mind?”
Your heart skipped. It wasn’t as though you didn’t know, having a man like him for a husband came with its share of silent trials.
You were fully aware of the way other women’s eyes lingered on him, hopeful, admiring, longing. They could only hope, of course. He was yours and only yours.
Still, the thought of anyone else seeing him like this, looking so devastating, so effortlessly magnetic, made a small surge of boldness rise within you.
Your heels clicked against the floor as you crossed the room, your steps confident despite the storm in your chest. His eyes followed you, curious, until you stopped in front of him.
Without hesitation, you reached for his collar, tugging him down towards you.
Surprise flickered across his face, but instinct took over. His hands slid around your waist, pulling you close, holding you as naturally as breathing.
A soft smile curved his lips the moment your mouth brushed his neck, just below his Adam’s apple, the cool sheen of your gloss a stark contrast against his warm skin. A shiver ran through him at the sensation. And then he felt it, a mark. Your mark.
“Possessive…” he teased, though the flutter in his chest betrayed the calmness of his words.
“I just want everyone to know you’re mine,” you murmured, pouting faintly as you pulled back. That pout, so disarmingly sweet paired with the fire in your actions, made him wonder, not for the first time, how you managed to be both devastatingly adorable and impossibly alluring all at once.
“Really?” His chuckle was low, affectionate, as he glanced briefly down at the watch on his wrist before lifting his gaze back to you. Suddenly, that event they were supposed to attend didn't seem as important anymore.
In one motion, he pulled you closer with one hand while his other worked at the remaining buttons of his shirt, opening it further to reveal the elegant line of his collarbones. His smirk deepened as his eyes softened on yours.
“We have fifteen more minutes,” he said, his voice dipping, playful yet inviting.
Warnings: There aren’t any, at least not in this chapter.
Genre: bits of angst | Fluff
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“Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely,”
One unexpected family visit turns into one big roller coaster ride. You were supposed to come to California to visit your grandmother, but one visit turns into meeting someone you couldn’t bear to be around… The more you wanted to be away from him, the more he showed up everywhere… Was it fate? Or a coincidence?
Your sister's voice rang out the moment she saw you, but all you did was stare her down, eyes still half-lidded with sleep.
First, you had just woken up. And if there was one universal rule that everyone should know by now, it was this: do not talk to you right after you wake up. It’s like an unspoken survival instinct—because, for some reason, every single morning, you wake up feeling like the grumpiest person alive.
And now, here she was, demanding answers before you even had time to process your own existence. Just hearing her voice sent a wave of irritation through you. It wasn’t personal. It was just mornings.
Without saying much to your sister, you removed your blanket, dragged your body off bed walked past your sister, and straight into the bathroom.
Right now, all you want to do is wake up and get yourself together. If your sister has questions, she will have to wait and ask later when you are fully awake and aware of what planet you are on.
“Y/N,” you felt your sister following right behind you... She was going to keep talking to you until you responded... In other words, she was probably going to ask you so many questions until you tell her to get lost...
You got to the bathroom and walked right in closing the door. Just as you were hoping your sister would leave you alone, she suddenly began to knock on the door.
“I won’t leave until you start speaking.” You knew you had to explain this to your parents, but when did your sister become one?
You rolled your eyes and grabbed your toothbrush.
~
Getting ready was much calmer than the chaos of waking up—at least at first. For a moment, you enjoyed the silence, the slow transition from sleep to full consciousness.
But, of course, that peace didn’t last long. The second you stepped out of your room, your sister was right there, waiting like a predator ready to pounce. Without missing a beat, she launched into an endless string of questions, bombarding you before you even had a chance to take a proper breath.
So much for a peaceful morning.
“Where did you go yesterday? How can you possibly leave me?” These questions were repeated over and over. Enough was enough.
“OKAY! First, you're not my parent to ask me where I have been so get off my back. Second, why does it matter where I went? You got home safe and sound and that’s all that matters,” you were going to keep beating around the bush just so you don’t have to explain that you met SF9... Your sister's obsession.
If she found out that you even encountered SF9 you could only imagine how her reaction would be.
“I know I’m not your parent and I’m glad I’m not, but I have every right to know where you went last night especially since you practically left me back there abandoned,” you sometimes tend to forget that your sister can be beyond dramatic.
“Oh, come on, it’s not a big deal... I was not going to wait outside forever for you to see your husbands live. What did you expect me to do? Stand outside and stay there for hours? Of course, not so I went out and explored,” you did technically wait outside throughout the whole concert, but your sister doesn’t need to know that.
“You couldn’t come back and meet me when the concert ended,” your sister continued to ask you questions and instead of answering you just walked off and left your sister to talk alone.
~
You had no idea how this kept happening, but somehow, every time you tried to enjoy some time alone… you ended up stuck with your annoying sister. Again.
This time, it was the beach. She had been dying to go, and of course, she wasn’t about to go without dragging you along. And now, here you were—trapped, reluctantly tagging along, forced into a beach day you never asked for.
The waves crashed against the shore, the sun beamed down, and people laughed in the distance. But all you could think about was how you had been kidnapped into yet another unwanted adventure with your sister.
“This time you better not go and disappear,” she doesn’t have to worry about that this time... You weren’t planning to meet any new people anytime soon.
You popped open the trunk, grabbing your bag and a chair, already dreading the effort ahead. With a sigh, you glanced over at your sister, hoping—praying—that she would help unload the rest.
But no. There she was, striking pose after pose, tilting her phone at different angles, caught up in a selfie session.
How were you two even related?
"So… how about some help here?" you asked, giving her a pointed look.
She met your gaze for all of two seconds, then—without a word—went right back to taking pictures.
Wow. Just wow.
You had two choices: be the bigger person and unload everything yourself or embrace the pettiness brewing inside you and take only your things, leaving her to deal with her own mess.
It wasn’t a hard decision.
With one last glance at your sister—who was still lost in her own little world—you grabbed your things, turned on your heel, and walked away. She probably wouldn’t even notice. Typical.
~
"Y/N!"
You glanced over your shoulder just in time to see your sister struggling to catch up, her arms overloaded with stuff. And just like that—whoops—something tumbled from her grasp, forcing her to stop and pick it up.
A smirk tugged at your lips. Karma.
Instead of offering to help, you simply turned back around and kept walking, enjoying the sweet satisfaction of her struggle.
By the time you found the perfect spot, you dropped your bag, immediately pulling out your towel and laying it down. The sun felt warm against your skin, the sound of the waves was relaxing—everything was finally falling into place.
"Y/N!"
There it was again—her voice, growing more impatient. But instead of acknowledging her, you carried on, adjusting your spot and making yourself comfortable, completely unbothered.
Eventually, she stomped up beside you, clearly out of breath and annoyed.
"Are you deaf?" she snapped.
You turned to her, flashing your widest, most innocent grin. "Nope, I heard you. I just chose to ignore you."
She groaned, rolling her eyes so hard you thought they might get stuck. "I need a new sister."
You simply leaned back on your towel, grinning to yourself. Too bad. She’s stuck with you.
~
Youngbin’s Point of View
After a long day of lying to the manager and somehow managing to sneak a girl back home who happened to not be a fan—we had pulled off more than we probably should have.
Surprisingly, we got away with it.
Since we had two concerts here in LA, plus a music video shoot coming up, the manager gave us some free time to go out and explore.
Honestly, I’m shocked he even let us leave the hotel room. But hey, I’m not about to complain.
“You know what I’m surprised about,” Jaeyoon says, looking at all of us as we walk into a beautiful beach.
“What?” I asked and before Jaeyoon could speak Sanghyuk interrupted and made a joke... As usual.
“That there is a handsome guy like me on the beach? I know...” The boys all gave him a glare and he just smiled.
“No, I’m surprised that we’re out in the free... With no manager...” Jaeyoon says and that’s when I suddenly felt the guys staring right at me and waiting for me to speak.
“What’s the catch?” Juho asks, crossing his arms and I instantly shake my head.
“There’s no catch... I just have to make sure nothing happens to us but other than that we’re free to have fun...” I know it does sound like there is something up but for once the manager was letting us have some type of freedom...
I have no idea why he suddenly allowed us to do this, but you know what I'm not going to complain I’ll just accept it...
“Who cares, all we need to worry about is taking a break,” the guys all threw their arms up in the air and cheered.
~
Your Point of View
"Where are you even going?" you asked, watching as your sister stayed glued to her phone, chatting away on FaceTime with her best friend.
"I’m going to sit in the car and talk to her because I have no privacy here," she said before walking off, leaving you completely alone.
First of all,... what? Does that even make sense?
You never bothered listening to her conversations because, frankly, they were never interesting. It was always the same topic—boys, boys, and, oh yeah, more boys.
Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to your book, ready to finally get some peace. You settled in, eyes scanning the page, sinking into the story until…
“WAIT FOR ME!”
“YAH, you’re taking too long!”
“Sanghyuk, did you put on sunscreen?!”
“No, because I don’t need it”
You tried to focus on your book, to lose yourself in the words, but all you could hear was complete and utter chaos.
First of all… why was the beach suddenly so loud? Just a few seconds ago, it had been peaceful calm, even. Now, it was as if the entire world had decided to erupt into noise all at once.
"Aigoo, Chanhee, you’re too young to understand," someone nearby called out, their voice barely rising over the commotion.
The noise wasn’t dying down. If anything, it was getting worse. With a sigh, you finally snapped your book shut and lifted your gaze, scanning the beach to find the source of the disruption.
That’s when you saw them.
A group of nine guys, scattered across two spots—some near the ocean, others closer to where you sat. They were laughing, yelling, running around like kids who had just been let loose. And they were loud. So loud that any hope of finishing your book in peace had officially disappeared.
You were about to roll your eyes and look away—until suddenly, your breath hitched.
Familiar faces.
Your body froze as realization hit you like a wave. You knew exactly who they were.
Oh
My
God...
The same guys from last night. They were here at the beach. The same time you were at the beach.
You froze for a moment, the realization slowly sinking in.
Without a second thought, you quickly glanced around, hoping to spot your sister. Please, not now… You prayed she wasn’t anywhere nearby. If she saw these guys, there was no telling what kind of chaos would unfold. Your sister would forget every ounce of dignity she had and lose it—you didn’t even want to think about it.
You couldn’t explain why, but you knew you had to do something. You couldn’t just sit there and let this moment slip away.
Without another word, you stood up, grabbed your stuff, and—strangely enough—found yourself walking straight toward them.
Before you could get any closer, one of them spotted you.
"Youngbin, isn’t that the girl from last night?" one of the guys called out.
Instead of answering, Youngbin’s eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable.
"I think it is," Youngbin said, his voice low but clear.
And just like that, you were standing right in front of him, feeling a strange tension in the air.
"So… we meet again," you said, your voice steady as you locked eyes with him. But then, from the corner of your eye, you noticed another familiar face.
What’s his name again? Youngkyun... Whatever his name was, you felt his eyes glued to you.
"Are you sure you’re not a fan? Are you sure you didn’t follow us?" The deep voice cut through the air, and you turned to find one of the guys staring you down. You still hadn’t figured out their names, but you’d remember his voice—it had that rich, almost commanding tone.
Okay, yes, this was looking bad. All of you just happened to run into each other again, but this time, it wasn’t because you were some overzealous fans. You hadn’t come to the beach to see them at all—your sister practically dragged you here.
How were you supposed to know they were planning on coming to the same beach at you?
"No, for the millionth time, I’m not a fan," you said, annoyed that they weren’t listening to the words that were coming out of your mouth. You were pretty sure no matter how many times you told these guys that, they would never, ever believe you.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.
"Then what brings you here?" Youngbin’s voice was calm, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made you feel like all of them were silently waiting for your answer.
You took a deep breath, trying to stay composed despite the growing tension.
"Look," you started, your voice firm, "I was here on the beach before any of you showed up and disturbed my peace and quiet." You gestured vaguely toward the chaotic group. "But that’s not the point. The point is, I came here with my younger sister, and if I were you, I’d leave before she finds you all."
You were trying to be nice, trying to warn them before something chaotic happened. But at this point, you weren’t sure if they’d take your advice—or if your sister would just explode when she found them.
You love your sister and all, but you know how she is, and you don’t think you'll be able to calm her down the moment she lays her eye on them... To be honest, just thinking about the possibilities are scary and very risky.
“Where is she?” Youngbin asks, looking over to where you were sitting.
"She went back to the car to talk to her friend over the phone. It’ll take a couple of hours, but if she sees you guys, she will chase you down without a doubt," you explained, watching as Youngbin looked at Youngkyun. The two exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter.
Okay, what was so funny?
"What?" you asked, confused by their sudden amusement.
One of the guys turned to you, flashing a grin.
"Look, I know you probably came over to become friends, but if you wanted to hang out, all you had to do was ask, “Jaeyoon said casually, throwing an arm over your shoulder.
Wait. What?
Did they seriously think you were lying? And here you were, trying to help them avoid the chaos that was about to unfold, and now they were acting like you were the one who had come to bother them?
You bit back a sigh, a small smile forming on your lips, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.
"You’re right..." you said, keeping your tone light. "I’m sorry to bother you boys. You all enjoy your day."
With that, you gently removed Jaeyoon’s arm from your shoulder, stepping back and walking away.
If they didn’t want to believe you, fine. But at least you could leave knowing you’d tried to warn them.
You headed back to your towel, your mind already made up. You laid down, opened your book, and let yourself drift back into the story, choosing to ignore the chaos behind you.
~
Your Point of View
"Where are you even going?" you asked, watching as your sister stayed glued to her phone, chatting away on FaceTime with her best friend.
"I’m going to sit in the car and talk to her because I have no privacy here," she said before walking off, leaving you completely alone.
First of all,... what? Does that even make sense?
You never bothered listening to her conversations because, frankly, they were never interesting. It was always the same topic—boys, boys, and, oh yeah, more boys.
Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to your book, ready to finally get some peace. You settled in, eyes scanning the page, sinking into the story until…
“WAIT FOR ME!”
“YAH, you’re taking too long!”
“Sanghyuk, did you put on sunscreen?!”
“No, because I don’t need it”
You tried to focus on your book, to lose yourself in the words, but all you could hear was complete and utter chaos.
First of all… why was the beach suddenly so loud? Just a few seconds ago, it had been peaceful calm, even. Now, it was as if the entire world had decided to erupt into noise all at once.
"Aigoo, Chanhee, you’re too young to understand," someone nearby called out, their voice barely rising over the commotion.
The noise wasn’t dying down. If anything, it was getting worse. With a sigh, you finally snapped your book shut and lifted your gaze, scanning the beach to find the source of the disruption.
That’s when you saw them.
A group of nine guys, scattered across two spots—some near the ocean, others closer to where you sat. They were laughing, yelling, running around like kids who had just been let loose. And they were loud. So loud that any hope of finishing your book in peace had officially disappeared.
You were about to roll your eyes and look away—until suddenly, your breath hitched.
Familiar faces.
Your body froze as realization hit you like a wave. You knew exactly who they were.
Oh
My
God...
The same guys from last night. They were here at the beach. The same time you were at the beach.
You froze for a moment, the realization slowly sinking in.
Without a second thought, you quickly glanced around, hoping to spot your sister. Please, not now… You prayed she wasn’t anywhere nearby. If she saw these guys, there was no telling what kind of chaos would unfold. Your sister would forget every ounce of dignity she had and lose it—you didn’t even want to think about it.
You couldn’t explain why, but you knew you had to do something. You couldn’t just sit there and let this moment slip away.
Without another word, you stood up, grabbed your stuff, and—strangely enough—found yourself walking straight toward them.
Before you could get any closer, one of them spotted you.
"Youngbin, isn’t that the girl from last night?" one of the guys called out.
Instead of answering, Youngbin’s eyes locked onto yours, his expression unreadable.
"I think it is," Youngbin said, his voice low but clear.
And just like that, you were standing right in front of him, feeling a strange tension in the air.
"So… we meet again," you said, your voice steady as you locked eyes with him. But then, from the corner of your eye, you noticed another familiar face.
What’s his name again? Youngkyun... Whatever his name was, you felt his eyes glued to you.
"Are you sure you’re not a fan? Are you sure you didn’t follow us?" The deep voice cut through the air, and you turned to find one of the guys staring you down. You still hadn’t figured out their names, but you’d remember his voice—it had that rich, almost commanding tone.
Okay, yes, this was looking bad. All of you just happened to run into each other again, but this time, it wasn’t because you were some overzealous fans. You hadn’t come to the beach to see them at all—your sister practically dragged you here.
How were you supposed to know they were planning on coming to the same beach at you?
"No, for the millionth time, I’m not a fan," you said, annoyed that they weren’t listening to the words that were coming out of your mouth. You were pretty sure no matter how many times you told these guys that, they would never, ever believe you.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.
"Then what brings you here?" Youngbin’s voice was calm, but there was an intensity in his gaze that made you feel like all of them were silently waiting for your answer.
You took a deep breath, trying to stay composed despite the growing tension.
"Look," you started, your voice firm, "I was here on the beach before any of you showed up and disturbed my peace and quiet." You gestured vaguely toward the chaotic group. "But that’s not the point. The point is, I came here with my younger sister, and if I were you, I’d leave before she finds you all."
You were trying to be nice, trying to warn them before something chaotic happened. But at this point, you weren’t sure if they’d take your advice—or if your sister would just explode when she found them.
You love your sister and all, but you know how she is, and you don’t think you'll be able to calm her down the moment she lays her eye on them... To be honest, just thinking about the possibilities are scary and very risky.
“Where is she?” Youngbin asks, looking over to where you were sitting.
"She went back to the car to talk to her friend over the phone. It’ll take a couple of hours, but if she sees you guys, she will chase you down without a doubt," you explained, watching as Youngbin looked at Youngkyun. The two exchanged a glance before bursting into laughter.
Okay, what was so funny?
"What?" you asked, confused by their sudden amusement.
One of the guys turned to you, flashing a grin.
"Look, I know you probably came over to become friends, but if you wanted to hang out, all you had to do was ask, “Jaeyoon said casually, throwing an arm over your shoulder.
Wait. What?
Did they seriously think you were lying? And here you were, trying to help them avoid the chaos that was about to unfold, and now they were acting like you were the one who had come to bother them?
You bit back a sigh, a small smile forming on your lips, though it didn’t quite reach your eyes.
"You’re right..." you said, keeping your tone light. "I’m sorry to bother you boys. You all enjoy your day."
With that, you gently removed Jaeyoon’s arm from your shoulder, stepping back and walking away.
If they didn’t want to believe you, fine. But at least you could leave knowing you’d tried to warn them.
You headed back to your towel, your mind already made up. You laid down, opened your book, and let yourself drift back into the story, choosing to ignore the chaos behind you.
The deeper you got into your book, the more intense it became. Each turn of the page had you hooked, your eyes practically glued to the words until—
"Y/N."
You blinked, reluctantly tearing your gaze away to see your sister standing over you, finally back from her never-ending phone call.
"Wow, for a second, I thought you left," you muttered, barely looking up as you flipped another page.
She let out a deep sigh. "No, my best friend just went through a really bad breakup, and she was t—"
Silence.
Your brows furrowed as you finally looked up at her. Wait. Why did she stop talking?
One glance at her face, and you already knew. That look—the wide eyes, the frozen expression, the way she seemed on the verge of imploding.
Oh no. She saw them.
SF9. Just now.
"Y/N… Y/N… P-please, tell me I’m not dreaming," she whispered, her voice trembling with excitement.
You sighed, sitting up and casually glancing over at the group of boys running into the ocean like overgrown children, laughing without a care in the world.
"Stop. Don’t even th—" But before you could finish your sentence—
"KANG CHANHEE!!"
Her scream pierced through the air like a siren, echoing across the beach.
Every single one of the boys froze. Heads turned. Eyes locked onto your spot.
Well. This was happening.
You could step in and try to tame your sister, help those guys escape the chaos that was about to unfold…
But then again… they didn’t believe you earlier. And now?
Now, they were about to suffer the consequences.
Sucks for them.
With a smirk, you leaned back against your towel, flipping open your book once again.
Silently you grabbed your book and laid back down. Your sister was running to the boys and instead of watching all of this happen, you decided to mind your business.
“CHANHHE!!” You tried to read but you were pretty sure you heard your sister scream.
Oh, these boys...
You glanced over to see the mess that was being made and you saw how the guys looked so petrified. They were all running in different directions, but your sister was mostly aiming for Chanhee...
Something inside of you felt like you needed to do something, but you continued to think back at how the boys treated you... Did they really need your help?
One side of you was telling you to mind your business and carry on with what you’re doing but the other side said something completely different... It was telling you to get up and go control your sister and if you can’t do that then go find a way to help them.
As you hesitated a bit you closed your book and sighed.
Why are you even bothering to help?
You sat up and slowly got up on your two feet. Your sister was out of control. She had her phone out grabbing on the boys trying to take pictures with them by invading their personal space.
Aish... As you were walking closer to your sister suddenly the situation became more chaotic than you thought...
Just when you thought you had to help these boys control your sister, you suddenly noticed more teen girls approach the boys. Oh wow...
This whole situation was about to turn worse than it was just a few seconds ago.
They were now crowded by young teen girls hovering over them asking them for pictures and attention. Wow... Do you even want to go and help now?
Probably not... But even though you didn’t want to, you knew you had to.
What can you possibly do to keep these girls distracted... You silently stood there thinking and thinking... Okay, now you have to reflect on the conversation you have had with your sister...
What group did your sister mention that she liked besides SF9... As you tried to gather your thoughts you suddenly remembered a group and decided to take a risk.
Shit if only you paid attention to your sister more you wouldn’t be struggling over here... You thought over and over and as you began to reflect you suddenly remembered a group that has been talked about a lot...
What is that damn’s group name.. RIGHT!
“Oh my god is that BTS!” You shouted and you looked around and pointed to a random group of guys.
As soon as the fangirls heard BTS, everyone looked over at you and then at the direction that you were pointing. They all ran over to the random group of guys and without thinking twice even your sister ran which was quite a shocker. However, instead of standing there and thinking about what just happened you grabbed your things and ran over to the boys.
They were all gathering their things getting ready to escape. As soon as you approached them they looked startled and then calmed down a bit when they saw it was you.
“I have no idea why I am even doing this but... I am going to help you all out of here before those girls realize BTS is not here,” you said looking at them, and then Inseong spoke up.
“I don’t know about the boys, but I will apologize on my behalf for not believing you,” Inseong speaks up and says looking right at you. To be honest you were shocked to hear such words from any of the boys.
“Look... We can talk about this another time or not, but if you don’t want to continue getting mobbed I suggest we all try to escape.” You have no idea how on earth you were going to escape with all of them...
Maybe you should have thought of a plan before trying to help them out...
“Uh... I’ll think of something just to follow me,” you said looking at the boys they looked unsure but as they took one look over at the group of fangirls they didn't hesitate after that.
As you all were speed-walking away from the beach, you pulled out your phone and quickly asked for an Uber.
Right now you need to help these boys all escape... You were hoping it was big enough for all of them... As I looked at your phone you noticed that you had to wait 5 minutes... Holy shit, there is not enough time to just stand here and wait...
You looked around and spotted a random woman smoking outside her car...
What the hell are you even thinking...
Desperate times call for desperate measures...
“Excuse me!” You walked over to the lady, and you could feel the boys following behind you.
“Um... Can I help you?” She asks confusedly as she drops her cigarette to the ground.
Shit... This was extremely risky to ask but you were willing to ask regardless...
“Look I know this is stupid of me to ask but I am willing to take the chance to ask you if I can borrow your car right now... it’s urgent,” you said looking at the lady and you continued to stare at her waiting for her to say something or do something but all she continued to do was stare at you.
“You want to borrow my car?” She asks basically repeating what you just asked.
“Yes...” It’s too late now to back away from this conversation.
“Um...” she looked behind you and noticed all 9 standing right there. The both of you looked over at her car and she began to hesitate.
This was such a bad idea...
“Look I’m sorry it was s-” Before you could finish with your train of thought she cuts you off.
“Sure why not, just as long as you bring it back later. I’m about to meet up with some friends and I’m probably about to drink so I’ll give you my address and you can drop it off tomorrow,” she pulled out her phone and you looked at her completely shocked.
What?
That really worked?!
She gave you her address and before you knew it you made all the boys go into the minivan. Although not all of them were able to fit, they had no choice but to sit on each other's laps.
You ran over to the driver's seat and in a matter of seconds, you were off driving far as away as you could.
Why is it that every time you bump into SF9 something crazy happens... You have a strange feeling about them...
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.
Prompts: “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” + “I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me.”
Warnings: Smut, explicit language, pet/nicknames, nudism, nipple sucking, nipple licking, clit stimulation, fingering, use of panties, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), slow sex, aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
You were laying in bed, getting ready to call it a day, when your phone rang. You felt your body straight and your eyes light up when you saw his name flash across the screen. Not only that, but you didn’t expect a call from him tonight, he had told you he was busy with a late-night scene and that he might not call, and usually when he said that, you knew you would only hear from him in the morning.
“I miss you,” He says through the phone, you could hear the longing in his voice as he said the words, and it made your heart ache. But you knew you just had to be a little patient, and soon he would be home with you.
“I miss you too,” You whisper. You could hear the background noise was slightly different from the usual loud talking, but you didn’t think much about it, they were probably in a quieter location for the scene they were doing.
“I desperately want to take you out for dinner and slow dance with you until the sun comes up, but I also want to grip your hair as I watch you writhing underneath me,” He says. His words caught you off guard, but you could still feel a stir in your core. You would have to touch yourself after the phone call to try and put out the fire he had just ignited inside you. “And I will do all of those things, the diner and dancing will be second on my list,” His words make you furrow your brows.
“Seokwoo?” You ask. You could hear the background noise change to a quieter one, and then him walking before hearing a few buttons being pressed, you were so focused on listening to his movements through the phone, you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings.
“But first… Answer me this…” He begins. You sit upright on the bed, your legs spreading as you do. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” And that’s when you hear a door being closed. You slowly move your eyes towards the bedroom door and try to listen for any other kind of noise. “Well…” You see a shadow underneath the door before it opens to reveal him standing there with the phone to his ear. “Did you?” You drop your phone and look at him, shocked.
“Woo…” You whisper. You watch as he pulls the phone away from his ear and ends the call. “Ho-how, when?” You quickly scramble to get off the bed and practically leap towards him. You throw your arms around him and bury your face into his chest, his warmth immediately surrounds you along with the familiar scent of him. “Gosh, Seokwoo, I missed you so much…” His hands gently press against your lower back to hold you against him.
“And I missed you so much,” He mutters. “We finished earlier than expected, and we have the day off tomorrow from filming,” You couldn’t help but smile at those words, you had him for an entire night to yourself. You feel him slowly begin to walk you backwards towards the bed. “You never answered my question,” You lift your head from his chest and look up at him, his eyes were slightly darkened, and you could feel your insides dropping at the sight. “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” You swallow and slowly nod your head. “Naughty girl…” You push your thighs together at his words, and a small whimper leaves your lips. You feel his hands slip into your pyjama shorts and cup your asscheeks before giving them a squeeze. “I should make sure you haven’t forgotten how my fingers feel then.”
“I could never, but I won’t object to you reminding me,” You say. You move your hands to his biceps and gently squeeze down on them, and felt them bulge as he squeezes your ass again. His hands slide out from your pyjama shorts and move to the hem of your shirt before slowly lifting the fabric upwards. You could feel his knuckles brushing along your skin as his hands slide higher with your shirt. You release his biceps and lift your arms, allowing him to remove your shirt, the fabric drops to the floor next to you, and he leans down to press his lips against your neck. “I missed this, I missed feeling your lips on me like this…” You bring one hand to the back of his neck and slowly slide your fingers into his hair.
“I’m going to show you and make you feel just how much I missed you,” He mutters against your collarbone. His hands move over your sides, making sure to touch almost every part of you before they move over your stomach and up to your chest before cupping your breasts and gently massage his fingers into them.
“Hmm, I can’t wait,” You whisper as you move your other hand to his button-up shirt and begin working on undoing them. You could feel your body slowly heating up from his touches and the kisses on your collarbone. You push his shirt down his shoulders once all the buttons are undone. “Gosh… I missed all of you, this warmth you give…” You slide your hands along his arms before moving them over his chest, feeling the warmth underneath your touch.
“I missed your hands,” He mumbles. Your lips press against his chest, and you slowly kiss towards his nipple, he takes in a deep shuddering breath as you swipe your tongue over the bud, making you smirk at the reaction. You lick over his nipple again, and he pulls his head back from your collarbone to take a few seconds to let the feeling of your tongue on him sink in. “I missed that too.”
“I missed the taste of you,” You say before your lips wrap around his nipple. He closes his eyes and his movements on your chest come to a halt as he wanted to feel what you were doing to him for a moment. Your nose was pressed against his chest and he could feel your warm breathing against his skin, your tongue playing with his nipple as you were sucking on it, it quickly sent a shockwave down to his cock and caused it to begin hardening. Your hands slide down to his pants and slowly undo the button before pulling down his fly.
“Ohh, you’re distracting me,” He says before opening his eyes. His hands move away from your breasts and press down against your shoulders, making you pull away from his nipple and sit down on the bed. You stare up at him as you lick your lips, he could see your eyes have darkened and lust was swimming around in them. “Fuck, so irresistible,” He leans down and presses his lips against yours, you feel his hands grip your hips before he moves you higher onto the bed. You bend your knees immediately and place your feet on the mattress. Your hand moves into his hair as he breaks the kiss and moves downward, your fingers twist into his locks, and you take in a deep breath as you felt his hot breath fanning against your nipple.
“Woo…” You breathe out. His nose brushes against your nipple before his lips press against it. “Oh hmm,” His lips wrap around the bud, and you felt warmth quickly surrounding the bud, the feeling quickly moves down to your core, and you felt your pussy growing wet. You feel one of his hands sliding over your stomach and slip over your pyjama shorts before cupping you through the fabric of your shorts and panties and pressing his fingers down against your folds. “Fuck…” Your lids flutter as you feel his fingers rub over your folds, pushing your clothes harder against your pussy. “Seokwoo…” Your other hand moves to his shoulder and slide down his arm, pausing once you reach his elbow.
You could feel his muscles bulging as his fingers were working between your legs, pushing your pants and panties between your folds until his fingers found your clit, which caused your back to arch as the rough fabric rubbed against the bundle of nerves. Your fingers dig into his arm while your hand in his hair, softly tug on his locks.
“Woo, fuck…” You breathe out. You could feel the temperature rising in the room and sweat building up on your skin, your breathing was becoming deeper, and you could feel yourself quickly growing wetter with his fingers on your clit. “Shit… I… Take it off,” He pulls back from your nipple, and you feel his saliva break off onto your hot skin and begin to cool down.
“Should I?” He mutters. You feel him pull his fingers away from your pussy before you felt him pull your pyjama shorts aside. “How about I just use your panties?” You feel a knot forming inside you. His fingers press down against your panties again, and he lets out a low hum once he felt how wet you had already grown. “Let me ruin these further,” He moves his head to your other breast and licks a stripe over your nipple.
“Ohh, oh, fuck,” You moan. His fingers circle over your clit before he slowly moves them lower, pushing the fabric between your folds and causing it to rub against your clit, which was adding to the stimulation. “Fuuuck, Seokwooo,” His fingers reach your slit, and you feel him push down against it, your toes curl into the bedding as you feel your panties being pushed inside you along with his fingers. “Seokwoo, oh, my fuckk, Seokwoo…”
“Feels good?” He mutters. His breath hits your wet nipple, and you feel the bud harden instantly. “Want more?” Your jaw slacks and you feel him lick over your nipple again, the warmth of it quickly spreads over your body and into the knot of tension forming inside you. “Or do you want them off also?” You could feel your panties rubbing over your clit as he was pushing his fingers deeper into you.
“N-no, fuck, Seokwoo, I…” You whimper out. “Don’t…” You feel his fingers curl slightly inside you, rubbing your walls with the fabric of your panties, which was quickly making your mind spin. “Feels… so good,” You could feel a tingling sensation slowly starting to move up your legs and towards the middle where the knot of pleasure was slowly building up.
“Can you take a little more?” He asks. You feel another finger pushing at your entrance before you felt your walls being stretched. You push your knees against his body as you try to squeeze your legs shut at the pleasurable sensation running through you, your panties were being pushing more into you as his fingers were sliding deeper into you. “Fuck… such a good girl,” You feel his lips wrap around your nipple, and he begins sucking on the bud.
“Seokwoo, oh, my fucking…” You cry out, feeling tears of pleasure forming in your eyes. You could feel yourself getting closer to a release and your mind slipping further into the blissful feeling. “Seokwoo… I’m…” You feel him pull his fingers from you slowly before pushing them back into you, your legs jolt as you feel your panties rubbing your clit with the motion. “Oh, fucking…” His fingers slowly pump in and out of you, making sure that your panties were rubbing right against your throbbing clit in such a slow manner. “Fu-fuck…” You could hear the wet sounds coming from you, and just knew that your panties must be completely and totally soaked.
He gently tugs at your nipple, making it feel like he was tugging right at the ball of tension inside you, the warmth of his mouth and the way his tongue was swirling around your nipple was making your mind spin, and your breathing to become louder, you could feel the bedding sticking to your sweat-soaked skin already.
“Seokwoo, fucking…” You moan out. You close your eyes and see stars slowly forming behind your lids. “Seeeokkkwoooo,” You felt your muscles tensing and tightening, a tingling sensation shoots up your spine before the stars behind your lids suddenly explode, your back arches off the bed, and you feel a hot pleasure surging through you. “SEOKWOO!” He could feel your walls becoming slicker as you come undone around his fingers and your panties. “OH, OH, MY!” You release his elbow and grab onto the bedding, tugging and pulling on it. “FUCK!” Your hips lift and lower from the bed, as if you were riding his fingers to get yourself through your high.
“SEOKWOO!” You scream out in pleasure. He pulls back from your nipple and watches your face as you go through pleasure. “OH, UHH HMM,” Your head turns from side to side as your body shakes.
“That’s it, just like that,” He coos, urging you through your high. His fingers were pumping in and out of you faster. Your legs shake each time your panties rubbed over your clit, which was throbbing from the stimulation your panties were giving you. He watches carefully, paying attention to your movements, and once your body begins to calm down, he slips his fingers from you and moves his hands to grip the waistband of your pyjama shorts and panties.
You were barely aware of what was happening around you with how dizzy your mind was from the orgasm you just had, and you barely felt him remove your pyjama shorts and panties, you only realised when you felt your panties being pulled away from your clit, which caused a whine to fall from your lips.
“So cute,” He mutters while tossing the clothing items aside. You slowly begin to come down from your high and felt the bed moving as he was busy getting rid of his own pants and underwear. “You didn’t forget how my cock feels, right?” You open your eyes and watch him through a hazy expression.
“Remind me again…” You say as a smirk grows on your lips. You feel his cock brush against your folds before you felt him push it between your folds, nestling it there as he leans over you and presses his free hand into the mattress. “Fucking, fuck,” Just feeling his hard cock nestled between your folds and the warmth it was giving you was making your mind spin and your insides to twists.
“So warm,” He says. You hear a squelching sound as he moves his cock towards your entrance and pushes the tip into you, your back arches as you feel him slowly fill and stretch your walls, and the squelching sound of your wetness quickly fills the room. “Fuuuck, uhh, hmm,” His groans were low and close to your ear.
“Ohh, uhmm, Woo…” You moan. Your grip on his hair tightens as he pushes into you until he was fully buried inside you. “Fuck…” Both of you breathed in loudly, the euphoric feeling swirling in your mind and the feeling of his cock inside you, stretching you so deliciously. You feel his hand that was holding his cock before he had pushed into you grab onto your free hand and push it into the bed.
“I missed you, I missed this, I missed everything…” He mumbles. You could feel his hot breath brush against your ear as he spoke, which caused your walls to clench around him. “Fuck,” You feel his cock slowly slide out from you, stopping when it was past halfway before slowly pushing back into you again.
“Fuuuck,” You moan as you wrap your legs around his waist and felt his cock shifting inside you. His pace was slow, just slow enough for you both to feel the blissful feeling coursing through you. The sound of your moans and his groans bounce off the walls, and when he lifts his head to meet your eyes, it was like time slowed down and the moment grew more intense. “I missed you so much…” Your emotions felt like they were starting to overflow while at the same time, your mind felt empty from all thoughts and only could think of the pleasure you were feeling.
“Uhm…” He grunts. It felt like everything surrounding you had become a blur and that you were floating as he was making slow love to you. “So good… everything,” You could feel a warmth slowly spreading through your body and a tingling sensation going up your spine. “Keep doing that… and I’m gonna…” Your walls were squeezing around him with every other thrust, and he could feel his balls starting to tighten.
“You cause that,” You whisper. You felt his movements picking up, and you were quickly made aware of your high that had been building up. “You cause it all,” You squeeze his hand and tug at his hair. Your heels press down against his lower back as you feel a rush of pleasure coursing through your legs. “Fuck…” You could feel your walls pulsing around him more rapidly as you were getting closer to your high. “Seokwoo…”
“Let it go…” He whispers before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours, your eyes shut immediately, and you felt a rush of pleasure going through you as the knot inside you comes undone. He felt your walls squeeze hard around his cock, and it felt like he was going to explode any moment, but continued going, wanting to get you through your high while now chasing his own release. His lips felt warm against yours as they move with yours, and you could practically taste his love for you through that kiss.
His hips stutter as he gets closer and closer, he grunts into your mouth and moments later you feel his release spill into you, filling your hole with his load. He pulls away from the kiss and moves his head to the crook of your neck, your body shakes along with his as you go through your highs together.
“Fuck, so good, uhmm uhh,” He moans out. His lips were brushing against your neck as he spoke, it felt like his mind was spinning from how good he was feeling. Your mind was in the clouds and your body felt light as it felt like it was floating for a moment.
“Seokwoo…” You whisper. Your grip slowly loosens on his hair before you drop it down onto the bed and scratch at the bedding, his movements slow down before he pushes his hips against you completely. Silence quickly fills the room, aside for the sound of you both breathing loudly as you try to catch your breath and gather your thoughts. “What a way to say I miss you…” He lifts his head as a soft chuckle leaves him.
“Isn’t it the best way, though?” He asks. His forehead touches yours, and you gaze into each other's eyes once more. “Because I can’t find a better way to say it to you,” You warmly smile at him and squeeze his hand again. “Now… let’s get cleaned up,” You tilt your head slightly and press your lips against his before he could pull back. “Hmm… you’re distracting,” He says once he breaks the kiss and sits back on his knees.
“Not that you mind,” You say. You swallow as you feel his cock slipping from you and your mixed releases spilling from you even more. He squeezes your thigh before getting up from the bed.
“Not one bit,” He confirms. You sit upright and move yourself to the edge of the bed, your body felt like jelly as you were sitting. “Let me help you,” He wraps an arm around your middle and you both slowly stood from the bed and make your way to the bathroom. He carefully has you sit on the toilet seat before grabbing the wash cloth.
“And how are your legs not shaking and collapsing beneath you?” You ask. He wets the cloth before ringing it out and making his way towards you.
“Oh, trust me… They want to so badly,” He says, and slowly bends down in front of you. The warm cloth makes contact with your skin, and you couldn’t help but hum at the feeling. “But I’m trying my best here,” He carefully cleans the inside of your legs before you felt the warm cloth move between your legs. “It feels like I’m going to be on my knees in front of you any second now,” You chuckle as you watch him carefully, making sure he wouldn’t fall forward.
“My turn,” You say once he finished cleaning you. You watch him stand upright and move back to the sink to rinse the cloth, you stand from the toilet and make your way towards him and take the cloth from his hands. “And then we can just go and get in bed and cuddle,” You begin cleaning his thighs carefully.
“Oh, how I missed holding you,” He says. “Having you against me…” You smile as you listen to him talk. “How you fit so perfectly into my arms,” You clean his cock before turning towards the sink to rinse the cloth. “Let’s go,” He takes your hand once you hang the cloth to dry and pulls you out of the bathroom and towards the bed.
“Eager,” You say. “Can’t blame you, I’m eager to feel you against me again for a night.”
-> warnings. Drinking, intoxication, relationship ended on bad terms
-> a/n. This isn’t half bad?? Despite being old as shit 😭
-> collection. songfic
-> started. ???
-> fin. October 31st, 2020 @ 20:33
-> edited. Sat., Jul. 15th, 2023 @ 20:55
-> divider credit. @saradika-graphics
It didn't take long until you were leaning with your palm pressed against your forehead, staring at the bottom of your glass in a daze.
You had been sitting on the same barstool for little over two hours now, wallowing in self pity. You had heard that Inseong had moved on a lot faster than you had and that he was already dating again. You had seen him around campus a few times, but anytime you saw even just a hint of him you bolted out of the immediate area, going far, far away.
You had made eye contact with him only once since the break-up: the day after, in the cafeteria, when you saw him smiling and flirting with a girl from your class. He had turned around and immediately met your eyes. It took exactly .1 seconds for you to burst into tears, rushing out of the cafeteria to avoid embarrassing yourself further.
The whole of your grade and the grade above knew that you had been dating Inseong and that meant that they knew you had broken up... More like you had been dumped, but asked for specifics, right?
You scoffed as you poured another round of soju, smacking away Youngbin's hand when he tried to get the bottle away from you.
"You've had enough to drink—"
"I've had enough to drink when I've said I've had enough to drink," you warned your friend in a low voice, glaring at him. Youngbin looked at you worriedly, sighing while running a hand through his hair. "Just… Go have some fun, Youngie. I'll be fine," you assured him in a softer, gentler tone.
Youngbin bit his lip in thought. "Promise you'll stay here so that I can take you home later?"
You nodded with a drunken smile, holding out your pinky finger. “Promise."
You giggled stupidly when the two of you connected your thumbs together in a signature 'stamp' move. Youngbin then left you to sulk on your own. Good. He deserves to have some fun.
In your drunken state, you couldn't notice the way Inseong eyed you from the pool table, his hair falling into his face just the way you used to like it.
Inseong sighed, putting down his stick and walking over to you. He stopped in his tracks when he was pulled back by a hand on his wrist.
"Where are you going?" Jaeyoon asked seriously, looking at his older friend questioningly.
Nodding his head in your direction, Inseong turned back to look at Jaeyoon. "I'm going to take her home," Inseong said, jerking his arm out of Jaeyoon's grip.
"You know that's a bad idea, right?"
"And why's that?" Inseong asked pointedly, clenching his jaw.
"It's Y/N, for goodness sakes! Your ex, remember? The one you dumped?"
"I didn't dump her," Inseong defended, rubbing his temples. "I broke up with her."
"Hyung," Jaeyoon said, leaning against his pool-stick for emphasis. "You told her you liked someone else and wanted to break things off to be with her. You dumped her."
Inseong sighed deeply, turning away while rolling his eyes exaggeratedly.
Jaeyoon scoffed in disbelief, shaking his head while watching his friend walk off in annoyance. "He never listens to me," he sighed, heading back to the pool table.
"Y/N?"
You froze.
You'd recognize that voice anywhere. Hoping you were hallucinating, you downed the last bit of your drink before going to refill it. The soju bottle, however, was tugged out of your hand and put on the far corner of the table. "I think you've had enough to drink, don't you agree?"
You turned to look at Inseong with a grimace, anger boiling in your chest. Inseong flinched at your hard gaze, not used to your cold stares—always expecting the warm and loving gaze he was so used to.
Clenching your fists, you stared him down. "What do you want, Inseong?"
He winced. You used to call his name lovingly, but here you were spitting his name like it was venomous. "I'm going to take you home, Y/N. You're wasted and someone might take advantage of that—"
"And?" you snapped coldly.
"And? Y/N, what's gotten into you?" Inseong asked angrily, his voice raising slightly. You winced, shrinking in on yourself. Inseong sighed, his eyes softening. "I'm sorry for raising my voice, but please," he paused, gently tilting your head up to make you look at him. "Don't say something like that again," he begged.
You nodded, almost falling all over again. You jerked away from him, clearing your throat. “I can't go with you."
"Why not?"
"Youngbin told me to stay here," you said matter-of-factly, recconnecting your eyes. Inseong froze slightly at the mention of Youngbin. Even while the two of you were dating he had felt somewhat insecure about your relationship with Youngbin. He felt that he liked you more than just a friend, and it made him nervous. Jealous, even.
He grimaced as he replied. “And you're listening to him why?"
You smiled sadly. “Still don't like him, huh?"
Inseong stayed silent, not having a good enough comeback to back himself up.
"So... Where's your new girlfriend?" you asked bitterly, staring at the bottom of your glass again.
"BamBam said you were dating someone?" you said, your brow raised in disbelief.
Inseong scoffed, muttering under his breath. “I met a girl, yes, but we're not dating."
"Why not?"
"Because she's not you."
You paused. What?
"Excuse me?" you asked slowly, tears forming in the corners of your eyes.
"I miss you too, you know? It's not just—"
"Where'd you get the nerve?"
Tears ran down your cheeks in long, hot streaks, catching people's attention. One of whom was Jaeyoon, who ran for Youngbin.
"I'm human, Y/N! I'm hurting too!" Inseong yelled, standing up. You got up from your chair as well, staring at him with pure anger.
"I don't care how bad it hurts, Inseong!" you shouted back, people turning their heads to stare questioningly. Inseong stayed silent as he watched you, nails digging into his palms. Sniffling, you looked down. “I don't care how bad it hurts, because you broke me first."
"Y/N..." Inseong whispered, reaching for you before being pushed back.
Youngbin stood in front of you protectively.
"Leave her alone, Inseong. You've done enough," he snarled, turning around and hugging you to his chest.
Inseong's jealousy and guilt flared up as he could only watch you walk away with Youngbin... Watch you cry.
"I'm sorry," Inseong muttered, looking down as tears rolled down his face, sinking down onto his knees.
A/N: a happy birthday to my sweet @yootaesowl 🤎 I hope this birthday present will end the day on a sweet, hot note for you as you deserve nothing but the love that's written below. Because you're that hot.
Summary: mirrors weren't you best friend. And they were never gonna be but there was one person that wasn't gonna hold back on showing you how beautiful and hot you are and that mirrors are nothing but lies projected by society's image that have been printed into people's minds.
Taeyang x plus size!reader
Wordcount: 4.9 K
Warnings: 18 +, sex, penetration, p in v, cum, unprotected sex, lies about beauty, truth about beauty. Do not read when under 18.
Mirrors. You despised them and avoided them at any cost you could. You didn't want to bring yourself down at the false image it portrayed. It's what you told yourself everytime you saw your own reflection. You knew the thoughts that swam through your mind whenever you glanced at yourself were lies that you told yourself, lies the world fed you since you were a child.
Gulping, you smoothed down the shirt you put on for the gala night Taeyang and you were invited to. A celebration for the start of what was surely to become a successful musical, with Taeyang playing the villain you knew it was a matter of time before he would be on stage even more than usual. You were happy for him, seeing the big smile on his face whenever he told you about the practices, animatically telling all about it. He even invited you to come watch some practices but you declined, wanting to witness it at the premier, seeing how it all came together. He smiled, kissed you but made you promise to come with him to the premiere. You scoffed at that, playfully offended that he would think you wouldn't come with him. You were his date after all, who else would, so you told him. With a loud laugh, he kissed you again and patted your hair. "Yes ma'am."
But now that the moment was here, having to stand on that red carpet leading to the musicals première, you felt your breath getting stuck in your throat, felt like your stomach was doing somersaults as you smoothed down your shirt once again, not liking how it sat on your body.
The pants suddenly felt a size to small while it looked to fall perfectly when you tried it on weeks before. Frustrated tears burned your eyes and you tried to blink them away, not wanting to fall in that mindset right before the big event but how could you ignore it when the thought of pictures being taken with you standing next to Taeyang.
You could already see the headlines, see the tweets being posted like you were nothing but a mere object to them that didn't have feelings. and so with a loud shout, you pulled off your shirt with maddening force, throwing it on the floor before giving it a good kick, as if that could help take away your self hatred. This time the tears were rolling down your cheeks, your whole body being filled with frustration and dejection that you couldn't have the confidence you so desperately wanted.
Taeyang who was getting you and himself something to eat before leaving, heard the commotion and decided to take a peak to see if everything was okay but his heart sank at the sight before him. You looked defeated, so small as you just stood there with tears streaming down your face.
Being left speechless, his mouth opened and closed as if he couldn't choose the words he wanted to say. ''y/n, what's wrong?'' He managed to ask you atlast, stepping closer to take a hold of your arm but you shook his hand off, not wanting to be touched right now.
''Why do you like me?'' Taking deep breaths to steady your breathing, you looked up at him, needing him to answer truthfully. ''Why are you with me?''
You could see the confusion and hurt flashing across his eyes, eyebrows scrunched together in confusion as he began to stutter, maybe not a good start as he was the one who now saw how your shoulders fell in defeat.
More tears pooled into your eyes, your sight getting blurry as more and more thoughts of self hatred started to dance across your vision, like they were mocking you, as if they were laughing at you. The thoughts you've had before getting to know Taeyang, proving you right.
''Dove, no!'' He hurriedly took a step forward, grabbing a hold of your arms again and pulling you right into his chest, one arm folding over your waist and keeping you caged into his embrace by holding the back of your neck. ''No, no. no.'' Taeyang was terrified to be honest, feeling his heart beating in his throat, shaking his head in denial while squeezing you tighter and tighter as you tried to wriggle yourself out of his grasp.
''y/n...'' That was all he could manage to say at this moment as he felt your whole body shaking with the heartbreaking sobs you let out. ''I'm left speechless. I wish I could tell you all the words to let you believe how beautiful and kind you are but-'' He cut himself off, letting his hand wander down your body and pushing you closer through his hand on your spine. ''- words are merely words.''
Pulling you away, he cups your tearstained cheek, wiping the tears under your eye away with a sad smile. ''Tell me what's wrong, dove.'' Taeyang sees the sadness pooling into your eyes, you look defeated, you look so tired and small that it breaks his own heart. Leading you to the bed, he helps you to sit down and tucks your head on his shoulder.
''I'm sorry.''
''No, don't apologize.'' He quickly shushes you by placing a kiss on your cheek, his hand smoothing down your hair. ''You don't have to go if you don't want to. I don't mind at all, you know that.'' You could tell he was not touching the subject yet, you knew he would want you to start and tell him what was bothering you but the way he said he wouldn't mind if you stayed at home bothered you even more and played right into the false selfimage you've projected. Didn't he wanted to be seen with you?
The silence that came from you, made him understand how his words actually sounded like once he thought them over and mentally slapped himself at the choice of words.
''Ah, shit. y/n that's not what I meant. I- '' Taeyang was right, he knew he was. Words were merely words and they were so easy to say without having to do anything for it. As a singer, you would think he would have a way with words but he - a true dancer afterall - showed his emotions with his body. The movements telling more of a story than any words ever would and that's when he realized, he would be better off showing you how amazing, and wonderfully made you actually are.
With a deep breath, he held onto your face, eyes flickering over your features as you just silently watched him. What you weren't expecting though was him lowering you down on the mattress, him shaking his head at your confused gaze. ''You trust me?''
Ofcourse, you trust him. You've shown all that you are to him. Baring yourself to him in anyway. What kind of question was that? ''Ofcourse, Taeyang..'' He didn't let you finish though. ''Then let me.'' With a nod, you watch the man standing above you, curious as what his next move is going to be.
Taeyang felt his stomach burning at the sight beneath him. You laying on your back with nothing but pants and a bra on and he could feel his cock reacting at the sight and he knew it would be a mattter of when, where he would actually start to think with his dick. He couldn't help it, that's just what you did to him.
You were irresistable, really. Just watching you cook, watching you make his coffee and how you would prance around the house with nothing but short shorts on and sports bra drove him crazy most of the time and always managed to cage you between the wall and his chest, having you crying out his name.
Licking his lips, he crouched down infront of you to run his hands up your clothed legs and grabbed the hem of your trousers, pulling them down without any thougths. If these clothes made you feel like you were not worthy enough, than those absolutely needed to go and he was determined to never see them again. ''There.'' He chuckled, flinging the pants right out your line of sight. ''That's much better isn't it?'' You couldn't help but to giggle too, seeing how he grinned right up at you from the floor, you being propped up on your elbows to soak in his attention on you. You hummed at that, breathing out that it was much, much better.
''However-'' Taeyang circled his fingers right beneath the flesh of your thighs. ''-there are still some fabrics constricting your freedom, don't you agree?'' He toyed with the hem of your panties, letting his fingers glide over the band from side to side. ''Will you let me help you?'' Rising from his position on the floor, he was now hovering above you and you took in a breath when you felt him dipping past the cloth and the only thing you could tell him was. ''Yes, yes, ofcourse.''
With a smirk, he didn't waste any time and pulled off your underwear, throwing it behind him before his hands gripped onto your thighs and positioned your legs just how he liked it; feet propped up onto the bed, knees bend and your pussy on full display for his eyes only.
The gush of cold air made you whimper and even more excited than you already were. The intense gaze Taeyang had you locked onto him. You felt his hand slide down to your pussy and you gasped when he played with your wet lips, sliding up and down with slow movements, as if he was painting a picture with the slick you were presenting him.
He did find you just as beautiful as a painting. Taeyang knew you would laugh if he told you, but you were even more beautiful than all those women that've been painted over the centuries. He wish he could capture this in one, the sight of your heavily breathing chest going up and down, the anticipation in your eyes that told him he was the only one you'd bare yourself to.
You on the other hand found your fingers in his hair, pulling him down to press your lips to his, murmuring that it was okay, that you needed him, he didn't let those words go to waste and you gasped into his mouth when you felt him sink two of his finger past your entrance.
''Ah..Tae.''
Taeyang hums, gripping your chin to throw your head further back to attach his lips onto the exposed skin of yout throat. You felt your cheeks getting warmer not only because of the pit of your pleasure growing more and more with his fingers moving inside of you, but the way he spoke to you, the way his lips trailed a path full of praises down your body. From your throat to your stomach, his hand slipping beneath the fabric of your bra that you totally forgot was still on and you whined at the feeling of it digging into your skin as you tugged on his hair to tell him to take it off.
And who was he to deny you from it, slipping his fingers out to pull the final piece that was hiding you from the pure Goddess that you are and immediately cupped your bare breasts that he loved to hold at any moment if he could while signig praises of how ethereal you looked to him.
You were looking at the ceiling, taking in every sensation that Taeyang brought with his lips and his hands that were gripping, sliding and moving all over your body like a home that he made himself so familiar with.
Taeyang was feeling his cock growing harder and harder in the constriction of his pants and he started rut his hips on the bed between your legs, moaning out your name while slipping your nipple between his lips what shakes him awake with the thought that he could have something else rolling between his teeth and he doesn't let any grass grow over that thought and moves his lips down south, resting his knees back on the carpet to come face to face with your glinstening pussy.
He groans at the sight, the scent of your arousal creates an even more need to show you how much you drive him crazy by simply existing.
'You on the other hand are going insane for a whole different reason and that's seeing your man fully clothed with a wicked grin plastered on his face as if he is ready to devour his favourite meal after a long day of practicing. And if Taeyang could read your mind, he would have agreed because that's exactly how he is feeling and somehow the tightness of his pants makes it feel like he is driving home right into you. But this time, today, in this moment it was all for you.
A dance he would dance every single day to show you that you are nothing but a gorgeous human being. That no one else compared to you and so he found his way between your legs again, spreading your thighs even more for better access and he happily took his first bite by sinking his teeth in the flesh of your thigh and hums with satisfaction before finally finding home with his tongue licking up his favourite taste in the universe, moaning loudly to let you know this is where he belongs.
You were nothing but a mess on the bed, breathing heavily while tying to keep your legs open, for him to have the room to work on his beautiful canvas as he likes to call it. But your body was starting to shake, feeling the heat of the fire spreading through your body as he tongue worked wonders, teasinly playing with your sensitive bud while he sank his fingers back into your craving hole and it made you feel so hot in so many ways that you completely forgot about the insecurity that was trying to break you down.
Now it was Taeyang's turn to break you down, molding you exactly in how he pictures you. A canvas that only he could shape into anything he wanted and he always would remember you that he was the one and only that knew how to work the art.
''Why is it that you taste so good, y/n. If I could drink this any day-'' The slurping sound did have you giggling, slapping his shoulder in a playful matter and he snickered, looking up at you and proudly showing off his shiny lips covered in your arousal, to you in a gorgeous smile. ''Never get enough.''
Going back in, he slowly pulled out his fingers only to replace them with his tongue while circling your clit with his thumb that had you closing your legs at the sudden spike of pleasure, but Taeyang presses your legs right back open, not having any of it and eats you further out without any bother pushing you over the edge more and more.
Your body is withering, your hands finding a life line with the sheets scrunched between your hands as you feel yourself falling over the edge when he loudly groans, the vibrations flowing through your body and you come right on his tongue.
Taeyang keeps you grounded on the bed with his arm thrown over your stomach, waiting out your spasms and slowly licking through your folds, careful not to overstimulate you.
Once you come down from your high, you stare at the ceiling, focused on the lamp hanging above you but Taeyang happily takes that attention right back to him when his face pops up in your vision, his hand wiping the cum of his chin with this 'stupid' smirk that he loves showing you right after. It's become routine at this point and you happily throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a loving kiss. He happily obliged, opening his mouth to let you in, sharing the taste of you that brings him just as much pleasure as it does for you.
"You okay?" Taeyang wraps his hand around yours, kissing your fingers before grabbing onto a pillow, lifting your head and places the pillow right beneath, wanting you to be comfortable.
"Okay?" You ask him in disbelief. "More than, that was.." You can't even get your thoughts together, still feeling the high soaring through you and you hear him chuckle. "Than my mission is almost complete."
Letting go of your hand, he starts to work on his pants, with quite a hurry as he feels like he is unable to breathe with how his cock is literally begging him to let it breathe. To bring him home to where he belongs.
You swat his hands away, wanting to do it for him and he whines for you to do it quickly, he needs to feel you wrapped around his cock.
"I don't want to wait any longer, please." You gasped when he gripped your wrists and push you down onto the bed, pulling his shirt over his head while he pinned his gaze onto yours, daring you to move. He couldn't wait, he just couldn't and shimmied out of his pants, underwear quickly discarded and he let out a long grunt from satisfaction. He felt like he could breathe just a little better but naturally, only you could bring him that relief.
You always took him in when he undressed himself before you. His movements really were one of a kind, even when he wasn't dancing, he just moved around like he was and you could never get enough of it.
Crawling onto the bed, he wrapped your legs around his waist, getting you and himself comfortable and after he confirmed you were, he took ahold of his cock, spreading the precum over the skin before lining himself up at your entrance. You lifted your back just a little and the change of movement had the tip slipping right past your lips and you both moaned at the feeling, Taeyang getting the hint and sliding himself right past your walls, bringing it home atlast.
His lips trembled, toes curling when the warmth of your walls welcomed him in without any resistance and didn't care how loud the sound of his moan was, all he could focus on was how you gasped loudly, mouth falling open the moment he sank right into you.
"Feels good?" Taeyang was already panting, dropping his face in the crook of your neck and pulled his hips back only to slip back in. The slow drag of his cock going in and out, left you grasping onto his back, matching his movements with your own.
''Aren't you sounding so pretty f'me?'' Taeyang relished unto the sounds you let out everytime his hips bucked against yours and whined when he drew back. ''Being such a pretty girl, aren't you, dove?'' The nickname slipped out, coming so naturally to him, it turned you on even more, there was nothing on your mind at this point, besides your man and his cock driving into you.
Sitting up, Taeyang slid his hands from your legs to your waist, arching your hips to slide in just that deeper and you let out a yelp once he hit your spot. ''I can't hear you.'' Your eyes were closed, your fingers desperately trying to hold onto something, your nails digging into his wrists as you mewled with tears streaming down your face.
Now these tears were something he absolutely loved to see on you. Looking all so pretty for him with nothing on and his cock thrusting in and out of you as your walls clamped down onto him.
''Are you my pretty girl?'' He asked you again, fingers gripping your chin as he needed you to look at him, needed to see the pleasure he was giving you written all over your face. Your body was speaking for itself, throwing itself to him and giving him all the handles he needed to pleasure you.
"Fuck, Taeyang." You weren't hearing him, your legs slipping from his waist as you felt the fire in your stomach growing more and more for the second time that day but he wasn't gonna let you have it just like that. Not when you weren't answering him and did what he knew would get your attention - He slipped out.
Now this had your eyes flying open in an instant, wrapping your legs back around his waist, hoping it would stop him but ofcourse you knew it wouldn't work and you whined, hands grasping his shoulder, clawing onto them to bring him closer.
He didn't budge though, eventhough his cock was twitching at the loss of your warmth, eventhough he wanted nothing more than to give you what you wanted, he wasn't going to until you agreed you were his pretty girl. That the thoughts that actually brought you in this moment were nothing but false images you had of yourself.
"I said are you my pretty girl?" the tone of his voice did let you know there was no discussing, no avoiding an answer. He wasn't gonna give you what you craved until you answered him.
His eyes were steadfast gazing into yours, not wavering and you felt his grip on your legs tightening. No bullshitting, no stuttering that's what he needed to hear from you.
"I am." It was soft, barely noticeable and you could tell he wasn't satisfied with that. A scoff was heard from him, teeth were scraping his lips and he leaned down, nose brushing against eachother as he breathed onto your lips. "No good enough, darling."
Taeyang knew this was gonna happen so he came up with a second plan to have you admit you were his pretty, gorgeous girl. His hand reached between his legs, his leaking cock resting in his palm and he started to flick his tip against your clit, your body reacted, your vocals agreeing that you were a foolish one for denying your man.
"What was that? Couldn't quite hear you, y/n."
Your walls were clenching around nothing, throbbing - no begging for intrusion, it all felt like you were walking on a humid summer day, the slick of the hot weather sticking to you, bounding you to give in.
It was not like that was the only answer you could give him, he wasn't demanding you to say the right words that he longed to hear from you. Because he knew that you knew that you were his one and only pretty girl. That he saw beauty whenever he looked at you and that no one could take that away from you and him.
"Come on." Taeyang pressed his lips on your jaw, eyebrows scrunched together in concentration not to blow his load. He wasn't only teasing you - oh how he was torturing himself here too - he didn't want to end this on a high when you would slip back in the false mindset you've had after all of this.
"I am your pretty girl, Tyang... Just please!" More tears were making their way down your cheeks, body on fire, walls begging to be fucked at this point and your heart hammering in your chest like it was protesting against your mind, that she was the one you needed to listen to.
Taeyang was the one who made a home out of your heart after all.
Your sweaty palms cupped his cheeks as you brought your feet higher, settling them down on his back and digged your heels into his skin. Your body was telling him to get on moving, while you maintained eye contact as he finally slipped back in.
The both of you moaned out in satisfaction, yielding your bodies to pleasure without any thoughts lingering back in both minds.
Release.
Release was now the mission Taeyang set himself up upon. The release of all the tension and mistrust you've been putting on your body. You were gorgeous, you were breathtaking and just right how he loved you.
It didn't matter what size you were, beauty and love wasn't only stored in certain type of bodies. Love came in all shapes and all sizes, in all different conditions and he would be damned if he wasn't gonna let you know how fucking beautiful you were.
Propping himself up on his elbows, he started to thrust faster, his hand finding yours to squeeze as he shivered and felt his stomach dipping in the pleasure that was getting tighter and tighter with the way your walls were squeezing him for all he had.
"You're so good to me, so so good." His breath hitched in his throat, letting out quiet 'ah, ah' as his cock burned, ready to paint your walls in his favoutire colour.
And you, you loved how vocal he got when he got closer and closer to his release, his quiet breathes that got louder and louder and the way he started to babble, losing his words, fully immerged in the pleasure you were providing him.
"Only you know how to get me going, I am your pretty girl, Tyang. Only yours."
"fuck, yes. My pretty, pretty girl. Fuck.. Where do you want me, gorgeous?" Eventhough his mind was set on shooting his load right into you, perhaps that's not what you wanted and he managed to squeeze that out his mouth while he was trying to stay afloat.
His question had you clenching around him, the fact he asked you even after all the times he did come inside of you, he never forgot to ask although he and you both knew you wanted nothing but feel his sperm filling you up.
"Inside, inside - please." You practically begged him and your answer had him rolling his eyes back as he crashed his lips against yours.
A few more thrusts was that it took before your thighs started to shake and your orgasm washed over you, Taeyang not far behind, his whole body shivering as he shoot his release right where you needed him with a loud, beautiful moan.
Your body was milking him for all he had, and you gasped when you still felt him releasing inside of you and chuckled out of surprise.
"Wow.."
"Yeah..."
Rolling off you, he laid down beside you and breathed heavily, his dick still twitching after his release and he pulled you against him, needing to feel your body pressed against his. "You could say that again." Taeyang laughed out of disbelief and mere happiness as he looked over at you.
You were glowing, eyes sparkling in the late afternoon sun that was shining through the window. Last time he checked it just turned 1 when he walked up to the room to check on you.
"So, feeling pretty?" Taeyang smirked at you, raising an eyebrow to dare you to deny it. With a playful roll of your eyes, you hiked your leg over his and let the silence linger a little longer before answering him.
"I am feeling full, actually."
You were trying not to burst out in laughter at the way his jaw fell and how his ears were turning red but how could you not when he was everything you've dreamed of, you were just so happy you could love him like this, tease him whenever, your heart ready to burst from the happiness you were feeling.
He softly slapped your thigh, quickly messaging your muscles after, knowing it was probably gonna hurt after a couple of hours with the way he had you pressed against the matress and how he kept your legs locked around his waist, which reminded him.
"There is a premiere tonight.." This was what it all started, so he was a bit hesitant to bring it up now but he had to ask. He wouldn't be upset if you decided you didn't want to go, but he wasn't gonna lie either. He hoped you would go with him.
"Hmm." You hummed, smoothing down his hair that was wet with sweat as you thought about his question.
You knew that's how life was. There was always going to be something in this society that would make you feel less worthy than others, there were good days and sometimes there were days where you felt like crying but with Taeyang by your side (knowing that some people would tell you that a man shouldn't be the one to make you feel like you were worthy of love) you did feel beautiful, you did feel like you were capable of being loved for simply being who you were. And there was nothing wrong with that. Love is a basic necessity for a human after all. What is the world without love?
"There is a premiere indeed." Placing a kiss on his cheek, and one on his nose and the final one on his lips, you were more than ready to walk that red carpet with him. "That I would love to go to with you."
You could see his face lighting up more and he surprised you by rolling back ontop of you and you slapped his back, shaking your head with laugher. "We have to get ourselves ready if we want to be there, Tyang! Plus, I don't think I want to walk the red carpet with cum drying between my thighs no matter how much I love it."
And with that, Taeyang peeled you from the bed and guided you to the shower where he might have shown you again how hot you were to him.
