☯ Pairing: Idol of choice x fem!reader (3rd person)
☯ Genre: fluff (with a little angst)
☯ Word count: 1k
☯ Warnings: mentions of food
☯ A/N: I wrote this while deep in my thoughts about Changkyun of Monsta X but decided it should be a “choose your own character” situation. I greatly appretiate any interaction! Please Let me know if I need to add any warnings!
☯Disclaimer: None of my work represents any of the idols included in any way. This is merely fictional and all based on my opinion as a joke! I have nothing against any of these idols and love them all dearly.
Please do not copy, translate, or post as your own!
After touring, all he wants is to do is see her.
The softness of the blanket wrapped around her keeps her warm on the chilly Friday night. The rain falling outside taps softly on the window. The moon shines brightly in the charcoal sky, slipping through the window and softly illuminating the room. The soothing smell of lavender wafts through the small apartment as the candle sitting on the coffee table burns.
He gazes at her from the doorway. She sits on the couch, peacefully looking out the window. She hadn't even heard him come in. She seems to be lost in thought, staring out the window. He smiles, knowing she was only in the living area this close to midnight to see him when he came home. He almost hated to interrupt and lose sight of her focused look.
"Penny for your thoughts?" He spoke softly so as to not startle her.
She turns her gaze from the window to where the voice came from. How long had he stood there, staring?
"My thoughts cost more than that. I have rent to pay." She teases him, letting out a chuckle.
He laughs. He missed this. He missed her. It had been too long. His schedule barely gives him time to breathe, let alone be home. To be with her—the love of his life. The woman who is so patient with both him and his schedule.
She gets up, tugging the blanket closer to her body, and walks over to him. It's late. She thinks. She assesses the dark rings under his eyes and his wet hair and clothes from the pouring rain outside. She can tell he's trying to hide it but he's shivering slightly.
"Go take a warm shower. Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat while you're in the shower. Then we can get some rest." The words rush out of her mouth as she discards the blanket she had wrapped around her. She uses the discarded blanket to wipe the rain drops that littered his face.
He stares at her while she dotes over him. Cute. She's always worried about him. She has never complained, just taken the initiative and cared for him.
"Don't worry about that, I ate on the plane." She nods to acknowledge his words but seems to be in another world.
"You're still going to take a warm shower." Her voice is strong. There was no changing her mind.
"The rain is coming down hard enough to be considered a pressure wash. I have to be clean already." He jokes but the stern look she gives him as she rolls her eyes tells him all he needs to know. Don't try me.
He concedes, knowing she would not allow him to ignore her request. He makes his way through her room and to the attached bathroom. Running the shower at the warmest temperature, he peels off his wet clothing and steps under the tepid spray of water.
While he is showering, she is warming up some food she had kept in her refrigerator. She wasn't sure when he would be home so she had yet to make anything for either of them to eat, but she wouldn't be telling him that.
He saunters into the kitchen, having noticed she wasn't in the bedroom when he exited the shower, hair wet and sticking to his forehead. He didn't bother putting on a shirt, knowing he wouldn't sleep in one anyway. Standing next to the bar, he waits for her to turn around, confused as to what she was doing.
She knows he is there but pays him no mind, continuing to gather food for him despite his assurance from before. Turning towards him and placing the meal on the countertop, she encourages him to sit down by motioning to a stool tucked under the bar.
Taking a seat on the stool, he sends her a tired smile. He had been awake for most of the plane ride, having not quite been on a set sleep schedule. The love he has for her swells inside of him as he realizes just how much she cares—how she missed him as much as he had missed her.
She lays a kiss on his cheek before sitting next to him, leaning her head on his shoulder as she rests her eyes—or at least she thought she would rest her eyes, waiting for him to finish eating. It doesn't take long for him to notice that he breathing has evened out and her body is slumping against his own.
Finishing the last bit of food, he looks down at her, her features are soft and he could see her eyelids twitch as her eyes flick around them. She's gorgeous. He carefully moves his body to lift her into his arms, carrying her to the bedroom.
He gently maneuvers her body so he can pull back the sheets and tuck her underneath them. She stirs but does not seem to be awake. Once she is safely tucked in bed, he turns to make his way back out of the room to clean up the dish he left on her bar. He doesn't make it far as she reaches out to grab his hand before mumbling out a soft, "Don't leave again."
His face falls, knowing she was awake enough to catch his arm yet sleepy enough to believe he would leave her immediately after coming home. Home. He has always stayed over at her place, yet never called it home. No. She was home. Not her apartment—not without her.
He slips under the covers and pulls her against him, muted words attempt to come out of his lips, "I won't ever leave you." He can't say that though. He knows he will have to leave on another tour again—knows he will rarely get time to see you between schedules. He feels as if he doesn't deserve you but knows you would tell him otherwise. Sighing, he squeezes her closer and closes his eyes. He feels nothing but content as he holds his entire world in his arms and falls asleep.
Aftercare for their lover with the boys? how would they love you after your active nights
st.van ; attentive & planned out. massaging over the sensitive skin, lips following careful fingers. food on a tray he had lovingly prepared beforehand.
baron ; carries you everywhere, kisses to your hair. feeds you, bathes with you, talks with you all the while. he cannot have you lifting even a finger.
ace ; prepares you a bath to wash away the aftermath of midnight sin. scented oils & lotions to help you relax. gentle touches & heavy praise.
ayno ; wraps the two of you in his cotton sheets, tight in each other’s embrace. quiet talks with the stars of anything & everything. you’ll clean up in the morning.
jacob ; spends the next hour counting every love bite melted on your skin. kisses them over one by one, sealing each with the sweetest nothings.
lou ; lets you bask in bed while he does all the clean-up. tenderly wipes your face, teases you adoringly. it gives him a chance to admire your afterglow.
ziu ; you’ll both stay just as you were, unable to bear pulling apart. the soothing touch of your skin to his, his heart to yours lulls you both to sleep.
You couldn't fight the smile on your face as he walked up to you, slowly and deliberately as if he was meeting you for the first time. "My, aren't you a stunning piece of artwork." He whispered softly, smiling adoringly at you.
He continued the gentleness by grabbing hold of your hand and intertwining your fingers, moving to lead you through the garden of flowers he'd decided to build one day for you. It was a rare moment you both were able to be together, what with his princely duties and your duties of learning how to help rule a kingdom. Just thinking about the classes made you rest your head against his shoulder with a tired sigh as he led you around.
He glanced down at you and smiled again, lifting his free hand up to brush hair away from your face. "You look tired, My Love. They're not causing you are they?" He quietly inquired, hoping to hear your soft and melodic voice.
You couldn't help smiling back at him and shaking your head on his shoulder. "I never feel tired unless I'm comfortable, like I am here with you. I know the classes are important." You responded quickly, moving to stand yourself up straight again.
He'd quickly pressed his free hand against your head to keep you in place. "Wait, just a little longer. There's seating just ahead, we can rest there a bit so you can feel more energetic going back." He suggested, relaxing when he felt you lean further into him and wrap an arm around his waist.
You could only nod and allow him to guide you to the seating. Quickly with the agility of his servants, he managed to get you seated properly with your head back against his shoulder, your legs resting over one of his so he could cradle you. You hummed in content and managed to scoot yourself even closer, nuzzling into his neck. You both stayed in this position for a good hour or so before a servant rushed up to bring you back to your realities.
Synopsis: You're afraid of start loving someone you know nothing about, but he will show you that he's not that different from you. Remembering that English is not my mother language so sorry for any mistakes
You shouldn't be there, you didn't like it, you didn't like the place and didn't like the people.
It would be normal to see yourself in your house looking at the mirror before going to sleep and then going to bed, but by coincidence you decided to go, and by coincidence you saw him that night. You would not speak to someone like him, you would not approach for personal reasons but not by prejudgement. But by coincidence, that time, that one time, you sat with him, and he sat with you. It was an exception, just that one time.
He was different, he was really different from you. Curiosity could soon be discovered in your watchful eyes. His dark hair hid the sight of his eyes, but by the pool of that house sometimes when the lights danced above you, you could see a spot of light hidden in his well-designed eyes. The way he looked at you was different from the way others looked at him.
He had seen something in you, something that seemed clear. But you couldn't understand what was holding you to that person. What drew you so much attention? His appearance was already peculiar, it was already something to become personal, so you knew it was not his appearance that got you sitting next to him for so long.
— Did I get your attention? ... — He asked quietly, discreetly, even if the party around didn't ask for it. You almost saw a nice smile come out of the corner of his mouth, but it didn't happen anyway. — It usually happens ... did I scare you? ...
— You didn't scare me, I don't think you're scary ... You look like that because you like it more, it doesn't scare me.
He remained silent and calm, moving minimally for any gesture. It would be a risky bet to characterize him as shy, but you kept thinking it was, for you it was a good guess that maybe some others would not agree.
— What caught your attention about me? ... — He asked in the same tone, but you couldn't look at him for much, the lights were dim, he could hide his gaze, but he didn't feel like he was doing it.
— I'm trying to find out ...
He nodded slightly, without complications. It seemed unhurried, as if the night was long enough to pass the time there.
— Are you curious?
You watched him a little, stating.
— I'm a little curious about you ...
— If I let you get close to me, would you like to know about me? ... — His voice came out more firmly, a direct question that stuck in your mind. His voice echoed a little more, making you a little lazy, you ended up answering low after.
— I'm not sure I know how to do this ...
His hands slid on the floor, pulling himself a bit closer.
— Do what?
— To be close someone ... — You said shyly but loud enough, so he wouldn't notice your traces of shyness. — I don't know much about it ...
His head dipped a little, paying attention to the movements of your mouth to help to understand a little against the beats that echoed in the speakers scattered around the party.
— You shouldn't be here ... isn't?
You didn't answer, but waited him to continue.
— You don't need to feel alone ... I shouldn't be sitting here either ... — He fell his head, his bangs danced without losing every gesture he made, it seemed to be all on purpose, but when you saw his eyes exposed, you realized he was purer than you thought he would be.
This boy was so soft that his clothes seemed to lose all of his real meanings.
The darkness was so comforting that the surrounding light began to bother you. However, it continued to slide to where you were in the same order as always, and you ended up regretting your thoughts every time his face brightened and you could memorize all the exposed features of his face.
Then he smiled.
When that happened, you forgot that you could be far away. When his smile appeared, that person you would like to see far from you ended up mesmerizing you and making you fall into his charms.
Was he an angel? Was he so beautiful all this time? ... Why did you think to keep him away from you?
For you, an angel wouldn't have black, peeled nails like he did. An angel would not have tattoos on his hands showing the boldness of a mysterious young man as he showed himself to be. He wouldn't wear black clothes or piercings, nor would he have dark, intense eyes like the ones he had.
You were silent, looking at the brilliant water of the pool, only adorned by a light blue sky.
— Among all these people, you are here with me, even scared ... That's cool ... I would like to be talking to you if we were not anyway... — He said between pauses, quietly, sometimes pressing his lips, but you didn't know well what it meant. — Thanks for staying with me.
— I'm not scared. — You said it again.
His attention turned towards you, looking at your form from the corner of his eyes.
— Come with me...
You bent your head, so he stood up extending his hand to you.
— Would you accept me?
You took his hand and he helped you to stand up, not letting go to hear your answer closer.
— Come with me ... — He lowered his head to speak close to your cheek.
— Where would you take me? ...
— Not far. I don't want to do anything different, don't think too much, just look around ...
You looked around, seeing young people having fun with each other everywhere, some groups, some friends, some couples.
His face turned back to yours, but he didn't do anything, he stayed that way.
— I want to stay with you tonight. — He murmured, his sweet voice preventing my desire to look anywhere else. — So come with me.
He held your fingers, pulling you slowly just to allow time enough to you deny it, but that didn't happen anyway. You followed him, paying attention to his face, extremely curious.
Habits that you had never made, decisions that you never would have made, you ended up forgetting these things. No, you haven't forgotten them, you just left them aside.
It was just a distant wall, where the lights didn't shine, where there were no eyes. There was nothing different, and it was there that he touched you, hiding you with his body.
The night was cold, but your hands were warm enough with the situation you was in. Your cheeks were flushed with his eyes meeting yours.
He didn't touch you at first, he just got a little closer, lifting his hands up to your neck, sliding his cold fingers through the strands of your hair, resting on the back of your neck.
You held his clothes in your hands, without strength, but it brought him closer. His head lay down until it reached your face, his bangs brushing against your skin.
You closed your eyes, which were already a little heavy, feeling his lips pressed against your cheek, going to the other one leaving one same kiss there. You opened your eyes, a little impressed by it, receiving a friendly smile from him. Then you felt a tender squeeze on the back of the neck, feeling his lips on your forehead.
His eyes met yours again, but this time his smile remained there, a little lighter, but there.
— I will ask the question again ... Answer me in good tone ... — He slid his thumbs around your neck, like a harmless caress, but the cold rings he wore send you shivers in a matter of seconds through your body. — Would you stay with me tonight? ...
You held his wrists, feeling the thick texture of his clothing.
— There would be no denying ...
— Just tell me again ... in the right way ... — He brushed his nose over yours, not getting any closer.
— I want you to stay with me, so please stay with me tonight ...
He confirmed with satisfaction, letting out a smile again at one time or another as he smoothed his hands around your neck.
— It's gonna be a pleasant evening ... — He murmured, closing his lips to rest them on yours silently.
[...]
You stared at him while he stopped in front of you with a confused expression.
— What makes you think so deeply that I'm different from you?
You didn't know how to answer.
— Why can't you accept me?
— I can't just trust you that much.
He looked upset but not hurt by what you said.
— I know you wouldn't have done this with anyone, I know that, don't think these things ... — He seemed to try to explain himself, even without needing to, he was attentive and careful and he still tried to avoid misunderstandings even when you offended him. — I know you wouldn't kiss anyone else like you kissed me ...
You avoided his eyes quickly when felt the embarrassment restraining your movements.
— It's so hard to think that it was the same to me? ... That I happened to make an exception just that time? ... Why it is different only for you?
You bit your lip, you didn't want to offend him, but you couldn't defend your thoughts without doing so.
He frowned, this time breaking your heart with the disappointment draining from his eyes.
— Can't you really accept me?
— I-It's not that way.
He was silent, watching you briefly before leaving without saying goodbye.
— I thought you wouldn't regret it.
You saw him leaving and don't looking back, you feeling a certain lack of his presence.
[...]
Everything was dark, it was late, everything was silent, so you was afraid before you saw him.
— Why were you walking around alone? It's so late, you know it's dangerous ... Don't scare me like that ... — You said a little low and sleepy, seeing him so late at night had scared you, without any warning of his arrival.
— I wanted to visit you, I wanted to see you ... despite that, I feel sorry for bothering you, I'm sorry for not thinking twice ...
— I can't imagine what you would like to talk to me at a time like this ...
The murmurs stopped slowly, an awkwardness being built in the air as only breaths could be heard.
He was looking good, he should have stayed on the street until that moment, strolling around. You could feel the perfume exhaling from the boy from where you were, you tried not to get closer the boy to feel more of his fragrance.
His mouth opened for a moment, it quickly caught your attention, then he proceeded in whispers.
— If you want me around ... Why don't you have the courage to tell me? ...
You were quiet, organizing the thoughts that flew in search of answers. He didn't wait for you even if he still didn't hear anything from your mouth.
— If you had called me ... said you wanted me with you, I would have come after you without doubt... — He approached, enough so that you could see his eyes. — Am I still the problem? ...
You pressed your fingers together, don't wanting to answer him directly.
— Did you ... have you been drinking before you came here? ...
He closed his eyes, patiently denying.
— I just came ...
You noticed his melancholic tone, a little discouraged, so you decided to leave the insecurities aside to actually talk to the boy in front of you.
— Yoonho ...
When you said his name out loud, you felt something different when you heard it leave your own mouth. His eyes lifted towards you quickly, attentive and intense, it seemed to be something intimate to hear his name coming from you.
— I don't think you're the problem because ... — I pressed my lips together. — Because I think you're beautiful ... You're ... more beautiful than I thought you were ...
He listened without moving a single finger, but his expression softened when he heard that statement.
— I didn't want to hurt you, nor make you think that I regret having stayed with you at that party ... — You commented low, trying to find any sign under that long, smooth bangs if his.
— So ... — He interrupted you, curious but subtle, he always knew how to stay in his place, like a good boy. — What is holding you back? ... What could prevent you from approaching me? ... Fear?
You sighed.
— I told you before that fear is not what I feel for you.
— Not that fear. — He took two steps forward, still keeping some distance. — Fear of me being different ...
You remained silent, receiving those words with emphasis echoing in you thoughts. Then you realized that you was a little surprised to hear the truth coming out of his mouth.
He didn't expect an answer from you. He looked at the floor, smoothing his hands between his fingers, catching your attention to his tattoos and rings.
His hands seemed to be soft, his fingers were long and his nails were cut perfectly, but they seemed to have been painted for a long time ago, due to the peeling nail polish.
His hand moved up his arm timidly, landing on the curve of his neck, gently pulling the ends of his hair behind his ear.
His piercings were finally seen, your attention being especially on the earrings that occupied the pinky skin of his ear.
He knew you was paying attention on him. He wanted this, he wanted to see how you were watching him. How you admired him.
You closed your lips and opened it a few times, unable to make the sound in your throat come out on the first try.
— You...
His gaze lifted quickly, but remained in the same position, crossing his other arm in his body to hold his waist, as if he were hugging himself because of the cold.
— Do you want to spend the night here?
He remained silent, letting his hand on his neck fall on his shoulder.
— Are you inviting me to stay? ... — His voice came out light and hopeful, only that was able to make your body tense.
— Yes. I prefer you to stay. Sleep here tonight.
— Are you sure?...
You agreed, stepping away from the couch a little.
— You can sleep here, it is safer for you wait the day to come.
— Thanks for worrying about me ... — He smiled with his mouth closed, looking away.
You agreed, going to the bedroom to get a sheet for him.
You took a thick, soft sheet, hoping to please the boy with dark clothes. When you returned to the room only lit by the light outside the balcony, you saw the boy already barefoot and sitting on the sofa, hugging his legs with his back on the arm of the sofa, looking to the side, perhaps nowhere in particular.
You approached the sofa slowly, but the boy didn't look at you, he lowered his head, hiding his face on his knees.
You waited standing, silent, until you felt the corage to sit in front of him.
You left the sheet aside.
— You're sad?...
He raised his head, laying in his arms, looking at the floor. He slightly denied it.
— If I spend the night here ... Will you remember me tomorrow? ... — He lifted his head, resting his chin on his arms. — Or will you just remember what I was wearing? ... What others will think ...
You looked down, shaking your head.
— There is no way to forget you ...
He smiled weakly, lowering his head a little. Upon hearing it, you soon searched for his face when you raised your head, not being able to see his face because of the dark and his long hair.
He dropped his head when he noticed.
— What are you looking for? ... — That soft voice appeared again, and that shiver circulated through your body.
— Your eyes. I can't see them ... — You said in the same tone, still analyzing him.
Gradually his hands slid down his legs, making a path to your hands that shaked a little with the unexpected touch.
— If you can't see my eyes ...
He took them to his face, making your fingers run through his skin and the root of his hair, combing the silky, soft strands of his locks back.
— It's because you don't want to.
You could see his face perfectly, his forehead, his eyebrows and his well-formed and open, dark and shiny eyes that were watching you deeply.
After that moment of silent observation he placed your hands on his knees, slowly putting his hands to the sides of your face, bringing you closer.
— Listen to me...
He commented in whispers, running his fingers in small, simple lines across your face and neck.
— I would undress myself for you ...
Such a comment made your fingers hold on his knees, scratching the fabric of his pants.
— Everything in my body. — He said without stuttering, he seemed convinced of it. — Just for you.
You was paralyzed, even so, he didn't expect an answer yet.
— If you wanted, I would take it all out ... — He looked at his clothes, you ended up looking together, following his gaze anywhere. — I would take off each piercing and ring ... one by one, each piece of clothing ... until nothing is left.
You felt your face heat up intensely, his fingers remained cold on your skin, sometimes curling up in your hair.
— If you asked me to, I would do it for you ...
His whispers remained soft, as if they were little secrets made only to you to hear.
— Now? ... Would you do that now? ...
He nodded slowly, looking at the pieces of your face, pulling you close from the back of the neck, his scent becoming more and more irresistible.
— I would throw all those pieces away ... Just so you could finally see me for real ...
— Ayno ... — You murmured. His eyes closed for a moment. — Would you do that now for me? Would you let me see you? ...
His hands expanded, holding the back of your head into your hair to join your lips to his. You grabbed his knees, accepting his kiss willingly, feeling his warm breath against your cheek.
His kiss lasted for a while, barely pulling his lips away to bring them back to yours, making you feel the contrast of his warm lips and the little could piercing pressed against your lower lip.
His lips moistened yours for a long, silent time, but he did not deepen in the kiss. He pulled away, leaving the tip of his nose to brush yours.
— Don't waste a second ... — He took his hands out of your hair, taking them to his ear, removing an earring. — Look at me...
Then he took off one after the other, without haste, until his ears were bare.
He looked at you a little.
— Do you want to do this for me? ...
You confirmed slowly, he brought his face closer, lifting his chin a little, then opening slightly his mouth.
He watched you remove the piercing from his lip, tilting his head a bit to the side when you did, looking into your eyes temporarily.
— What do you think? ... — He asked quietly, waiting for your approval.
You watched his features, making him hold his piercing with the other earrings to slide your hands under his hair, finding his warm ears hidden by the long dark locks.
You smiled.
— You look like an angel.
His eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up a little. He opened his mouth, but said nothing, ducking his head a little, but not so far as to be away from you.
You looked at him confused, sliding your fingers through his hair, combing them behind his head and ears. His eyes fluttered and then softened after the affection.
His cheeks turned red. His eyes closed and his eyebrows rose slightly. His fingers surrounded your wrist and his rings gave you a small thermal shock again.
— An angel? ... — He sighed, laying his face on the palm of your hand, making you melt with the gesture.
You stroked his cheek with your thumb, enjoying the feel of his fingers around your wrist.
— Yes ... the purest ...
His other hand ran backwards, leaving his piercings beside the small lamp without having to leave your hands, then bringing it back to hold your other wrist while you stroked his hair over the head.
He continued to feel it, opening his eyes when he felt the proximity of your face. You sealed your lips to his, this time only feeling heat from him.
Without separating from the kiss you let go of his fingers to hold one of his hands, sliding your nails across his skin until you removed the first ring, repeating this with the others.
You sucked on his lips, hearing a sigh.
His hands remained still in the air, even though you had already removed all his accessories.
You pulled away from his mouth, he stared at your face, looking for something that not even he seemed to know what.
You looked at his necklaces, he straightened up, hurrying.
— I will help you. — He commented a little more shy, bringing his bare hands to the back of his neck, but you wanted to be part of it anyway, approaching his neck to remove his necklaces on your own, his hands stopped automatically, waiting for you to finish.
You removed them, joining them with the rings and putting them next to the piercings behind him, next to the unlit lamp.
His breath hit your neck as you slowly came back. His body had laid down a little so that you could take his accessories to the others, but his knees remained glued to his body.
His torso was slightly curved, so that he could lay his head on the arm of the sofa where he was leaning before. You leaned, giving him space to stretch his legs more between yours, so that he could go down a little more and feel comfortable.
He lifted up with his elbows, searching for the proximity of your face again.
— Are you going to do this 'till the end? ... — he murmured quietly, enough to create a more intimate atmosphere.
You sat on his hip, trying to take his coat off his shoulders, realizing this he soon sat down, making the job easier, staying only with a sweater.
— You want me to do?...
He stated with some slight nods, caressing your cheek with his.
— I will ... but before that — You held his hands, kissing his hand's backs, paying attention to their tattoos. — I need to worship you a little more ...
His eyes followed his hands, watching each of his fingers being kissed and caressed, then you noticed that until then his hands which were so cold now were as hot as ever.
— Do you ... l-like my tattoos? ...
You stated with a murmur, continuing with the kisses.
— You are telling the truth?
You smoothed his nails with your fingertips, looking at his face after the question.
— I am.
— It's not a problem anymore? ...
— It was never a problem, Ayno ...
A smile escaped the corner of his lips, a sheepish smile.
— I'm feeling good ... — He held your fingers, squeezing your hand gently.
— Are you? ... — You asked, he confirmed.
— Because you're seeing me exactly the way I wanted you to do...
You met his attentive gaze, smiling along with his relieved expression.
— As you said ... I just didn't see you, because I didn't want to ... The problem was with me, after all.
He shook his head, lowering his face to yours, to kiss your mouth.
— It's nobody's fault, baby. — He raised his hand to the side of your face, drawing with his fingers up to your jaw. — You just need to trust me. — He lowered himself again to your face, meeting your lips again.
You let go of his hand, taking both of yours to his hair, pleasing him in the strands of his locks, listening to a contented sigh coming out of his throat.
One of his hands came to grab your neck, while the other landed on your back. His tongue moistened your lips, asking for passage to deepen the kiss, letting out a little whimper and making you both weak by the first intimate contact. You pulled his hair lightly with your hands, hearing another pleasant sound coming out of his throat.
You grabbed the hem of his sweater, just holding it for a moment, noticing the boy shivering all over.
You separated the kiss for a moment, letting one last peck before running your hands along the sides of his torso, sliding up in his thin waist until he removed the piece from his body.
You hugged his waist, sliding your fingers down his back, leaving some small kisses on his shoulder until the curve of his neck.
His head fell to the other side, giving full access to his neck, you took the opportunity to smell him, closing your eyes, almost bewitched.
His hands slid down your arms, kissing the area below your lobe, kissing your jaw, cheek and forehead.
You smiled when you felt his lips on your forehead and temple, keeping your eyes closed.
— Hm, yeah ... I missed that ...
— You did? — His voice came out lower, but he still smiled. You agreed, he continued. — You can have as much of it as you want ... — He kissed my head once again, hugging my neck.
You looked to the side, meeting his face, receiving another kiss.
— Do you accept me? ... — He murmured with his lips still near yours, giving some pecks.
You returned his gestures, removing the fringe from above his eyes, looking at him for a few seconds.
Characters: Baron (VAV)/Choi Chunghyop x Fem!Reader
*The image doesn’t belong to me, credits to the owner.*
His warm breath fanned her neck as he trailed soft kisses along his lover's exposed skin, shivers running down her spine as her plump lips parted slightly, an escapade for the sighs making their way out of her every time his tongue met her body, muscles tensing and hands running all over him, craving more contact, his skin on her own.
Chunghyeop's eyes shone at the sight of her almost coming undone before he even touched her properly. His eyes connected with her's a message underlying in their gaze full of lust, one with an intensity neither of them had experienced before.
"I fucking love you so much," Y/N whined, needy and dangerously in love, breathing erratically as the vision of forming sweat beads on his skin only made her crave for him even more. Chunghyeop attacked Y/N's lips in a deep kiss and groaned, desperate to taste every single part of her, every noise that spilled through made out lips music to his ears. He loved the way her body reacted to his and the way hers took him to heaven every time like they were combusting, like fire met gasoline.
The sound of fireworks in the background as he sucked the sensitive skin of his lover's neck and the way it made her whimper made everything perfect.
His hands were wrapped around your throat and the only words you were able to say was "please cum inside of me" he smirked and said "you want daddy's cum so badly? You want to have my kids right now?"
Baron
You'd always beg for him to cum inside of you and he'd always chuckle. "You really love me cumming inside of you don't you? Is it for the warmth or for the baby?" His sudden change in behaviour made you even more desperate.
Ace
He would DEFINITELY use this kink against you. "You want to be swollen with my baby? You want everyone to know that I came inside of you?" You nodded and bit your lip. "Alright babygirl, I give you what you want" he said and winked.
Ayno
"Babe, I've noticed you have a special kink" he suddenly said when going down on you and smirked. "You want me to cum inside of you again, don't you" he said and you stuttered. "I- I didn't say anyth-" "sht baby, you don't have to" he cut you off and came inside of you. "I can't wait to meet our baby" he whispered in your ear and wink.
Jacob
Oof girll. He would tease the HELL out of you with this kink. "Dang you're such a slut. Beg for my cum babygirl. Fkng beg for it. I want to hear how much you want my baby's"
Lou
He was fucking you on the couch and he was about to cum and pulling out. "Babe no-" you stopped him and he looked at you confused. "Uhm, can you cum inside of me please" you said and his face suddenly changed. His eyes became dark and he said "anything for you babygirl." And he came inside of you. "I can't wait to see if it's a girl or a boy" he said and you both laughed.
Ziu
"You want to have my baby's? You want me to cum inside of you and have your belly growing every day?" You'd nod and he smirked. "Your wish is my command babygirl."
A/n: srry it took so long (again)😔I finally had some ideas for it so finally decided to write it. I hope you like this tho:)
can we have sub!Lou calling the reader mommy while she fingers him? Please🥺
Thank you for the request! I mention SF9 in this story, but I don't think I'm ready to open requests for them yet, since I don't know much about them. I have been listening to Pentagon a lot and am comfortable with making imagines for them so Pentagon requests are now open if anyone want to request any.
You had known Dawon for a few years now, so you had known all of his friends pretty well. Dawon had also known that you were pretty antisocial and wouldn't talk to people unless you had to, though once you did start talking you didn't really have any problems. He wasn't really one to meddle in one's social life, but he dragged you to a little get together he was having with his friend, Ayno, and the rest of both their bands, claiming you needed more friends. You had met the rest of SF9 and Ayno, but hadn't met the other members of VAV. You threw on ripped jeans and a random t-shirt from your closet, grabbing your leather jacket and putting on your converse after you brushed your hair. As you finished tying your shoes, you heard a car horn honk from outside and opened your door to see Dawon sitting in his car waiting for you with Taeyang and Youngbin.
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"Is everyone else already there?" You asked as you entered the car.
"Nah, the other members are taking a van to fit all of them and we're meeting in a restaurant close to VAV's dorms so they're already there." You nodded in understanding and continued to talk to the boys about random things until you pulled up to the restaurant. You looked through the window and saw the other members of SF9 happily talking to Ayno and a few other people you didn't recognize. You all hopped out of the car and entered the restaurant, quickly walking over to their table.
"Hey guys!" Dawon greeted as you neared the table. Everyone immediately quieted down and turned towards his voice with a smile before greeting all of you. Ayno stood up and walked over to give Dawon a hug before turning and hugging you as well.
"Guys, I want you all to meet (y/n)!" Ayno said enthusiastically with his arm around your shoulder. The boys you didn't recognize waved at you with a smile.
"(Y/n), this is Geumhyuk, Baron, Ace, Jacob, Ziu, and Lou." Each waved with a polite 'hello' after their name was said. Your eyes lingered on the last boy for a second before you waved back politely. Damn he's cute. You thought to yourself before he shyly looked away. You took a seat in front of Lou, since it was the only seat available (not that you were complaining). You stole glances at him every once in a while throughout the night, not noticing him doing the same. Dawon, however, did notice the shy little glances Lou would throw your way before his ears turned red and a small smile would spread across his face. Dawon smiled brightly and nudged Ayno with his elbow, making him look up at him in confusion. Dawon quickly gestured to you and Lou, and they looked at each other with determination in their eyes.
You were laughing at a joke Lou had said as you left the restaurant. You didn't notice how he smiled at your laugh with a sparkle in his eyes. Dawon and Ayno smiled at each other before Dawon told Hwiyoung to get in their car while you were distracted and gestured for the other van to drive away. When you turned back around, you were confused to see Hwiyoung in your seat.
"Oh, man, sorry. Hey Ayno, could one of you give her a ride home?" Dawon yelled over to him. Ayno smiled brightly and nodded his head, running over to you before dragging you to their van. As Geumhyuk was moving to sit beside Lou, Ayno pulled him out and moved him to the front seat.
"What the hell are you doing?" Geumhyuk asked Ayno as everyone got situated in the car. Ayno quietly gestured to the rear view mirror, showing him Lou's blushing face as you situated yourself next to him. Geumhyuk smiled giddily, before he got an idea.
"Hey, Ayno, I'm sure a lot of us are tired, so you could drop us off at the dorms and someone could stay and drive her home." Ayno smiled brightly at the suggestion.
"That's a good idea. Hey Lou, why don't you drive her back home?" Jacob was about to protest, saying he could just drive her home since he wasn't that tired, but Ace elbowed him in the side and shook his head no. Jacob looked at him in confusion.
"I'll explain it to you when we get inside." He whispered to Jacob as they pulled into the dorm parking lot. The rest of the members jumped out of the car before Ayno threw a stuttering Lou the car keys and ran to the dorm room with the other members. You both sat in silence for a moment before you unbuckled and opened the car door.
"Well, we better get moving. It's already pretty late." You said as you moved to the front seat. Lou nodded and followed closely behind you before cranking the car and driving where you directed him. You were both laughing at a story you told as you pulled into your driveway.
"Well, here we are…" you said sadly as you unbuckled. You paused before opening the door and turned to him.
"Can I have your number? It's just that I wanna keep talking to you and I think we should definitely hang out again sometime soon." He smiled brightly before pulling out his phone to get your number.
"Yeah, definitely! Except, um, maybe next time we could go somewhere else… with just the two of us?" He asked quietly and looked up at you with a nervous smile and red ears. You softly smiled and chuckled at his suggestion.
"Are you asking me on a date?" He paused with a panicked expression.
"W-would you say yes if I was?" You laughed.
"Of course I would." He let out a breath and smiled brightly at you.
"Then, yes. Y-yes I am."
"Great, I'll see you later then."
"W-wait!" He exclaimed as you moved to open your door. You turned and looked at him quizzically as he coughed awkwardly.
"I-I'll walk you to your door." You softly smiled and nodded. You paused again when you made it to your door before turning to give him a kiss on the cheek at the same time he turned to say goodbye, making your lips collide. Both of your eyes widened but neither of you pulled away. You slowly closed your eyes and brought your hand up to cup his face. Lou closed his eyes as well and leaned into your touch. He didn't notice the small, submissive whine that fell past his lips until you pulled away. Your eyes widened as you heard the sound and he jerked backwards, covering his mouth after he realized what he did.
"Fuck, I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! I probably weirded you out, I'm sorry! You can rethink the date if you want, I just-" you cut off his rambling as you pulled his head towards you and kissed him again, harder than you had before and pulled away after a few seconds.
"Fuck, that was hot. I want you to make that sound again." He whined again as you bit his lower lip and shoved your tongue in his mouth. You groaned against his lips and dragged him inside, kicking the door closed behind you and locking it. You brought him into another heated kiss as you pressed him against the wall, making him let out a low moan at your dominating aura.
"You sound so fucking pretty baby." He whimpered and felt his legs buckle beneath him at the low growl in your voice. The only thing keeping him up was the tight grip you had on his waist as you bit and sucked on his neck.
"F-fuck, please…" he whined out and gripped your shoulders as you brought your knee up between his thighs, letting him grind his hard-on against it.
"Please what? You're gonna have to be more specific, babyboy." He bit his lip at the pet name and grinded his hips against your leg faster.
"Please fuck me! Please!" He managed to say between moans. You smirked against his neck and dragged him to your bedroom. He was panting heavily by the time you had him pinned beneath you on the bed. You let him catch his breath as you took off his shirt and pressed light butterfly kisses down his chest and stomach. You licked a stripe from above his belly button to the underside of his jaw, making him squirm beneath you with a low moan. You bit down on the junction of his neck to make him moan louder.
"O-oh fuck, please touch me! Fuck, please mommy!" You stopped your actions for a second as you let his words sink in. You could see his face burn bright red in embarrassment, the redness also visible on his ears and all the way down to his chest. Your pupils dilated at the name and you harshly grinded your hips to meet his. He let out another deep moan at the friction as his grip on your shoulders tightened, leaving marks from where his nails dug into your skin.
"You know just what to say to rile me up, don't you baby? Fuck- if you keep saying things like that I'm gonna have trouble holding back." You grunted out through quiet moans as you continued to grind your hips into his. He whined and bucked his hips to occasionally meet yours.
"Then d-don't hold back." He moaned in your ear and moved his hands to remove your shirt and jacket, throwing them to the side as he kissed down your newly exposed chest.
"Are you sure baby? I wouldn't want to do anything you're… uncomfortable with." You said as you squeezed Lou's ass, smirking at the shakey moan he let out when you pressed your finger lightly over where his asshole was.
"Please!" He whined out loudly, continuously moving his hips back on your fingers as you squeezed his ass again.
"Please what?"
"S-shit- Please mommy! I need you! Want your fingers fucking me so hard I forget my own name! P-please mommy!" You bit your lip to hold back the loud moan you almost let out and moved to take off his pants quickly. He whimpered under you as you palmed him through his boxers and kissed and sucked on his thighs, leaving even more marks. He let out a loud moan followed by a needy whimper when you pressed a kiss to his cock over his boxers. You quickly removed your own pants before taking off his boxers, letting his cock spring free and slap against his stomach. You left a trail of kisses up his thighs before licking a stripe slowly up the underside of his dick. His eyes rolled back as he grabbed the pillow under his head and moaned at the feeling of your tongue on him. While he was distracted with your mouth pressing kisses to and occasionally licking his thighs and cock, you grabbed lube from your bedside cabinet and spread some over your fingers.
"F-fuck!!!" He whimpered out loudly as you thrusted your fingers slowly into him. The room filled with his moans as they gradually got louder, until his back arched off the bed and he let out a higher pitched moan (it wasn't that high pitched since his voice is naturally so deep, but was higher than it had been the rest of the night).
"AH! R-Right there! F-fuck- Mommy!! F-feels so good!" You thrusted your fingers into him even faster, abusing that spot as much as you could. He was moaning so loud you were sure the whole street could hear him. You moved your other hand to start pumping his dick as you pressed your lips to his in a heated kiss to quiet him down a little bit to make sure you wouldn't get a noise complaint. He whined and whimpered against your lips as he felt your tongue move in his mouth, exploring it's new territory before you pulled away. You brushed your lips lightly over the dark marks you left of his neck, making him whimper louder as he squirmed beneath you.
"Do you like the marks mommy left on you baby?" You asked condescendingly as you sped up the pace of both of your hands. His eyes rolled back in his head as his mouth fell open, not making a sound. Your hand that was on his dick squeezed tightly, making his thighs shake as he let a loud moan fall from his lips. Drool was now beginning to seep out of the corner of his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut in euphoria.
"Mommy asked you a question babyboy. Do you like being marked up like this?"
"F-fuck-YES! Ngh- wanna show e-everyone who I belong to!"
"Who owns you baby? I want to hear you say it." He whimpered before moaning out his answer as he threw his head back and gripped your shoulders.
"Y-YOU! FUCK- You do mommy!! S-shit!! I'm mommy's property! N-no one else can touch me like m-mommy can!" You felt his dick twitch in your grip and looked down to see how red it was.
"You can cum now baby."
"T-thank you! Thank you, thank you, thank y-you!!" Lou started mumbling incoherently beneath you as he moved to pull at his already messy hair with more drool falling down his chin. His hips began bucking against you wildly as his thighs shook. Loud moans and curses fell from his mouth before he came as he yelled out a broken and hoarse 'mommy'. You slowed the pace of both of your hands, letting him ride out his orgasm, before you took your hands off of him. You pressed loving kisses up his neck, over his jaw, and finally landing on his perfectly soft lips. He weakly wrapped his arms around your neck as you pulled the blanket that was beside you up and wiped the cum off his stomach and chest before lazily balling it up and throwing it in the laundry basket. You got up from the bed and moved to the door to get him some water from the kitchen.
"W-where are you going?" He weakly asked from behind you. You turned around and saw him looking up at you through his eyelashes with glossy eyes. You rushed over and pressed some comforting kisses to his lips.
"I'll be right back baby, I'm just gonna get you some water, alright." He nodded, pressing one last kiss to your lips before you walked out of the room. True to your word, you returned a few minutes later with a glass of water in your hands. You handed him the glass, watching him take a few gulps before setting it down on the bedside cabinet.
"Do you want your boxers?" He looked at you with sadness in his eyes, misunderstanding your words. You grabbed boths sides of his face and gave him a light peck on his nose.
"No no no no, I'm not asking you to leave, sweetheart. I was just thinking that it would be easier for you to sleep if you had some form of clothes on." He sighed in relief before nodding his head. You picked up his boxers and tossed them to him, letting him get comfortable before you wrapped your arms around him and let him cuddle into you. You heard his breathing slow, indicating that he was asleep, before you kissed his forehead one last time and fell asleep with a content smile on your face.
