[11:11am] jihoon giggles as his masterpiece comes to light, you however do not see it in the same way as he does. white and pink marshmallow dust paints your face to the point that even some of your eyelashes are lightly powdered with the sweetened sugar that was the protagonist of your food fight - starring the items of hot chocolate. The cocoa was potent amongst jihoon’s clothes, unfortunately hidden by the deep blue tints of his denim jacket. you in turn had ownership over the marshmallows and the way jihoon’s giggles were something nobody had ever heard from him unless you were around. his giggles belonged to you but you had no idea. so until the day you realised that, he’d take his happiness and play pretend by coating your face in marshmallow dust and ignoring the way you’re pressed up against him and the fact that although he’s sure you’re mad at him, you’ve still got the small smile he has memorised many times before.
Yoshi looks at you with hearts in his eyes, pupils expanding as his adoring gaze is on your every move.
From the way the corners of your lips turn upwards before you allow yourself to break out into a smile, to the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about your favorite things, hands gesturing excitedly.
He wishes to press the softest of kisses on both corners of your lips as you smile, to stare into your eyes unabashed, and reach over for your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. He wishes, he wishes, he wishes.
But most of all, he wishes you wished for him instead of Asahi.
“hi🥺 can you write a dom asahi smut with prompts 1 & 9? thank you💜💜”
A few days into long distance, Asahi sends a new toy and shows off some of his.
genre: smut
pairing: Asahi x fem!reader
word count: 601
warnings: guided masterbation, sex toy usage (dildo), video sex
nari note: sorry how this took fucking forever, but inspiration struck and I actually found this one fun as hell. anyways minors dni as usual :)
“Can you hear me now?” Asahi peered at you, fingers tapping the new professional microphone he just hooked into his desktop’s audio system. His voice was so clear, the tone of his inquiry amplified against your eardrums.
“Whoa,” you commented, surprised at how crisp his audio quality suddenly became. “Yeah, super well.”
Asahi chuckled into the microphone, the sounds sending goosebumps along your arm. “Good.”
“Yeah, I really do like your new setup!” You chirped, scanning the background of his video screen to admire the new additions to his room. “You’re so professional now. It’s what you deserve, of course.”
Cheeks rosy from the compliments, Asahi laughed. “Thanks, I do love playing around with the new equipment. Anyways, do you want to open the package now?”
Oh, right. With the two of you in a long distance relationship for the next few weeks, Asahi had sent you a “fun surprise” to account for the absence of his presence. The letter that came with it instructed you to wait until you could video chat each other, and you held your end of the promise.
Asahi chuckled at you picking at the wrapping tape with your hands, the sound of his airy breath tickling against your eardrums. It sounded a little too similar to the laugh he makes when he teases you in bed...
“Lemme get scissors,” you mumbled, interrupting your train of thought, surprised at how hot the room was starting to feel.
Leaning over the camera, you reached for the said pair.
“You know, you always look so much better when I mark you up.” Asahi’s usually higher tone voice seemed to have dropped so low, making goosebumps march along your arms. The fluttering feeling at the pit of your stomach intensified as you sat back down with wide eyes.
“What?” You met Asahi’s darkened eyes through the video screen.
“The hickeys I gave you,” Asahi murmured, his own slender fingers tracing over his neck as if mirroring where he left those pretty purple bruises as a parting gift two days ago.
“Oh,” your mouth parted, not realizing they showed up on camera. From the look in Asahi’s eyes, he was definitely turned on at this point.
“Don’t stop,” Asahi urged, peering pointedly at what hasn’t been shown on screen yet.
You slowly nodded, gulping to appease your suddenly dry mouth. Willing your hands to still, you finished tearing through the packaging to reveal a brand new dildo. You couldn’t stifle the slight gasp that left your lips.
"Why don’t you test it out, hm?” Asahi said, his low tone sinful against your ears. “Won’t you do that for me, doll?”
You smiled, excited at this new opportunity. Pushing your chair back carefully, you leaned back and eagerly spread your legs wide open. Asahi groaned into the mic at the sight of you playing with your pussy, spreading the wetness up to your clit before massaging it while letting out the prettiest sighs.
You brought his gift to your mouth, sucking on the tip of the silicone toy. Despite your boldness, your cheeks were aflame as you watched Asahi’s intense eyes soaking in the view.
“Fuck,” Asahi grunted, starting to palm himself. “Fuck yourself the way I would.”
You brought the toy down, turning on its slight vibrations, before pressing the tip into you. You gasped slightly at the intrusion, moaning his name as you slowly inched the dildo into your tight hole.
“That’s right,” Asahi said as you moaned his name again. “Say my name over and over again and, once you think you've said it loud enough, scream it.”
[00:59] as you shuffled the playlist called "songs we used to listen to", you tried to suppress the tears from sliding down your face. it had been exactly a year since you were forced to end your relationship with bf! yedam. little did you know, he still thought of you, begging himself to stop crying as the days pass by.
Yedam yearns for you to love him back the way he loves you.
He doesn’t know where he went wrong.
He spends sleepless nights replaying every single instance in which you could have possibly given hints towards your change in feelings. He finds himself nitpicking every single text message and picture exchanged, trying to remember every word that left your lips and every single one that could have been misinterpreted from his.
But he comes up blank.
His friends all try to reassure him that it’s not his fault, and that maybe this is what he needs. But it seems their words fall on deaf ears.
Yedam is ready to drown in the thoughts of what could have been, letting the rejection of one he thought so highly of, bring him to the brink of misery.
But his phone lights up from a message from you at an ungodly hour between night and morning, and he doesn’t waste a second to throw himself back into your arms.
Even when it meant disappointing those who truly loved him.
They’ll get over it, he thinks.
Right now, all he needs is to be in your arms, letting your fingers run through his hair and over his back, as he thanks you for another chance.
Yedam is stuck in a cycle of off and on that keeps him in need of whatever type of love you feel like throwing at him.
Not every idol trainee gets to befriend AND fuck producer!Yoshi. fwb!au
genre: smut
pairing: yoshi x fem!reader
word count: 613
warnings: car sex, protected sex
nari-note: just testing something out here don’t mind me
“You’re so good,” you cooed, tracing the outline of Yoshi’s lips with your fingers. You both laid panting in the backseat, relishing in the little down time you shared before you both had to return to the YG building for very different reasons.
“I know,” Yoshi let out a little giggle.
You rolled your eyes at his playful cockiness, but nonetheless smiled at the way his eyes formed crescents. Rolling up to a sitting position, you felt goosebumps graced your arms as your bare chest faced the cold night air filtering through his car window. You shivered slightly, leaning down to grope for your T-shirt pulled off in the flurry of the heated session.
“Wait,” Yoshi murmured, hand reaching to pull yours back towards him. His face ghosted your neck, hot breath fanning against the sensitive skin. “You can take one more, hm?”
You thought about it. Practice doesn’t start for another hour...is that enough for another quick round?
What the hell, you thought. You turned around and captured his lips again, your breath mixing as you moaned into the kiss.
It helped that Yoshi looked so hot with beads of sweat decorating his chest and hair sticking to his face from all the exertion of fucking you face first into the car backseat. His hands reached up to cup your face, pulling you deeper into the kiss. He reached down and brushed his thumbs over your nipples as he pressed open mouthed kisses along your neck. He paused to momentarily nibble lightly on your neck before pressing kitten licks against the spots.You moaned at his ministrations, lifting you head up to give him better access.
“So good to me,” Yoshi sighed. His erect member tapped against your stomach as you moved to straddle him. He pumped his cock a few times before quickly ripping open another condom to roll it against his leaking tip. Slightly hovering over him, you let him admire the traces of cum that you failed to wipe off your thigh from earlier.
“Wait,” you said, pressing your palms against his chest.
He looked up at you in question.
“If I make you cum in less than 10 minutes, do I get first dibs to your new song?”
Yoshi cackled at your audacity. "Friends with benefits doesn’t extend that far, babe. Hate to break it to you.”
You giggled, fully sinking down on him. He leaned back into the seat as he guided your hips. You moaned at the welcomed stretch.
“Fuck,” Yoshi grunted, “Did I not stretch you out enough earlier?”
You groan in response, shifting to adjust to him. He guided you up slowly before helping you sit down fully until he was balls deep in you. Savoring the expression on your face, he groaned, “Still so tight, fuck, you always feel so good.”
You whimpered at his words, but treated that as the green light to start riding him like no tomorrow.
“Yeah,” he groaned, “that’s it, just like that.”
With every other stroke, Yoshi landed a smack against your ass before massaging the pink areas. His hips lifted up to meet yours, snapping deeper than you could reach yourself. The car was filled with the lewd sounds of sex, the humid air clinging to your frames.
“Fuck me harder,” you whined, impatient for more.
Yoshi’s eyes widened slightly at your words, but he guided you down to lay on the back seat without pulling out from you. Chuckling, he hooked your legs over his shoulders.
“What dirty words for a future idol,” he said through his groans, “But since you asked so nicely...”
You laughed, smacking him lightly on his chest, “Fuck you.”
[8:30pm] you had broken off from the group with a wave, needing some time for yourself before you saw friend!mashiho sleeping in the hammock. the sky was painted with a dark yellow and smoothed out mashiho’s features. unable to help yourself you smiled before leaning into him and brushing his hair back. he let in a sharp inhale and slightly lifted his eyes to meet yours. he smiled kindly at you before moving over. accepting the invitation with a shy lip bite, using the cold air as a scapegoat for cuddling into him. you take the time to watch the sky melt together before your friends come looking for you both. not wanting to deal with social interaction, you closed your eyes and pretended to be asleep. your friends giggled and muttered how cute the both of you were together or when the two of you would start dating. your breath hitched as the smile he wore tickled the back of your neck.
