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xmoonvibes · 5 months ago

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oh my god, they were roommates ⇢ kim yugyeom

⇢ Word count: 2.5k

⇢ Warnings: this is one big make out scene, no real smut though - also a funny/fluffy ending.

⇢ Summary: One night you couldn’t resist your roommate Yugyeom anymore and finally gave in.

⇢ A/N: this isn’t proofread yet but it’s late and I really want to post it now. I promise I’ll proofread tomorrow. Also this is my first Yugyeom imagine so tell me what you think of it ♥

It was 3 A.M. when you woke up on the couch in your living room, Netflix was still playing Gilmore Girls in the background, your hand still in the half empty bag of potato chips - for a second you felt ashamed of yourself. That’s how most of your saturday nights were like in the last months. Bambam said you should go out again but you were too overworked and frustrated with life at the moment to follow his advice at the moment.

For a second you wondered if Bambam and Yugyeom were already home from their weekly clubbing again but it was way too quiet for that. Moving in with Bambam and Yugyeom might have been one of the best but also worst decisions you ever made in your life. It surely was a lot of fun - when Bambam asked you to move in with him and his friend that you didn’t even know back then you did not need a single second to think about it. You were down immediately.

Bambam has been your best friend for an eternity and his extroverted and happy nature has never failed to make you happy. Most people would maybe describe him rather exhausting, at least if they would have to spend every day of their life with him but that was not the case for you - you’ve put up with him since the two of you were children and by now spending time with him is your favorite thing to do.

The third person moving into the apartment was Yugyeom, Bambam’s best friend. You’ve seen him a few times before but somehow never got the chance to have a real conversation with him. Before you moved in with him all you knew was that he was as beautiful as a Disney prince and as cute as ten puppies at once. In the beginning you were a bit afraid that you’d not get along with him but this fear was soon vanished - as you got to know him you fastly realized that Yugyeom not only was one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen but that his bubbly and playful personality would soon make him one of your closest friends too, if not even more.

But here’s the thing: Yugyeom and Bambam both are amazing individuals with unique personalities but together they sometimes would behave like wild animals which mostly was very amusing to you but on bad days could be the literal worst.

As you realized you should probably get your sad body up from the couch you turned off the TV and slowly wandered to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Your eyes couldn’t handle the sudden brightness of the bathroom lights so you slowly turned them off again, washing your face and changing into a loose shirt and sweatpants in the complete dark, fastly putting your hair into a messy bun before walking back to the living room to clean up the mess you made so after that you finally could let yourself fall into your bed and hopefully sleep until the next morning if the guys won’t be too loud when they come back home.

When you finally walked into your room your eyes widened when you saw someone lying in your bed, playing on their phone which was the only light source in the otherwise pitch black room. For a second your heart stopped beating, you were already panicking and making plans on how to overpower a burglar all alone without any of the boys home but as soon as the person looked up at you you rolled your eyes while turning on the lights of your room.

“Seriously, Kim Yugyeom, do you want me to get an heart attack?”, you shook your head, rubbing your temple, “Why and since when are you in my bed?”

Yugyeom looked at you smiling before his eyes were filled with a slight hint of confusion, his face bended a bit to the side, mustering you. “You’re wearing my shirt.”, he was mumbling and you couldn’t figure out this was a statement or a question.

You looked down, shrugging when you realized that the shirt you were wearing actually wasn’t yours, “I was just grabbing one in the bathroom. Sorry, I was half asleep.”

His smile turned into a smirk as he repositioned himself on your bed, making some space so you could join him. “You look good in my clothes. You also look good in general but this sight is seriously hot.“

“Are you flirting with me?”, you laughed, your head shaking in a mixture of disbelief and amusement, “Did you have a drink or two too much?”

Since Yugyeom moved in there always was something like sexual tension between the two of you - flirting, teasing, checking each other out. But that was always about it. You knew he was not only your roommate but also Bambam’s best friend and even though those weren’t reasons to not date you both knew that it would be easier and less complicated if you’d just let your hands off each other.

Now Yugyeom was the one rolling his eyes, “Yes, I’m flirting with you.”, he simply stated. The casual sound in his voice was confusing you - what exactly was his plan?

“So what?”, you said, walking over to him before letting yourself finally fall into your bed. Your arm touched his and he turned around to face you, his leg stroking yours - even though this was nothing new to you this time his eyes were filled with something that clearly wasn’t pure anymore. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re stealing space in my precious bed.”

You tried to keep your cool and be casual with Yugyeom like you always were. After months of being insanely attracted to him you told yourself that there was no point in thinking of him as anything more than a friend but now he was looking at you with an expression that you’ve never seen on his face before and you couldn’t help but being more than interested in what was going on in his mind right now.

His serious face turned into one of the typical Yugyeom smiles. Suddenly he linked his hand with yours, something he never did before. “Do I have to have a reason for not wanting to sleep alone?”

You knew Yugyeom hated sleeping alone, one of the reasons why he often slept in your or Bambam’s room - but usually he’d not sleep in the same bed as you.

“Well, you can sleep on the floor then.”, you said, playfully trying to kick him out of bed. Your feet found his hips and you pushed them against him, making him laugh while he struggled to fight back.

“Hey!”, he screamed out laughing before finally getting a good grip on your wrist, pinning it to the other side of your head while climbing on top of you. Within a second you stopped laughing - this lighthearted situation was turning into something completely different.

Yugyeom on the other hand was still laughing, not exactly realizing what was happening. He now was sitting on your thighs, his feet pressing yours to the bed, doing the same thing to your wrists.

When he realized that you stopped laughing so did he. Looking down at you, his eyes widened a bit as he saw you laying under him. His face wasn’t dangerously close to yours but it still was too near to stop yourself from looking at his lips. Looking up to his eyes you could see that he was thinking the exact same thing you did in this moment. His glance wandered from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes. It almost was like he was asking for permission.

But before you could do anything his lips were hovering over yours - you could feel his breath on your lips before they finally touched. In this second you didn’t care about anything else than the feel of his lips on yours. Was this a bad idea?Did you try to avoid such a situation at all cost for a reason? Were you going to regret this later? The answers all were ‘yes, probably’ but the answer to the question if this was exactly what you didn’t even know you needed until now was an even bigger yes so for just this moment you decided to let it happen and go with the flow, the aftermath being secondary.

His grips on your wrist were slowly loosening so that one hand could wander down the side of your waist while the other hand once again linked in with yours. The kiss was slow and steady and you couldn’t deny the fact that he was tasting like alcohol.

“Yugyeom.”, you said in between the kiss, trying to come back to reality and interrupting this mess.

But Yugyeom wouldn’t let you, “Don’t tell me to stop please.”, he almost sounded whiny, his lips still hovering over yours with closed eyes and his forehead pressed against yours.

“Why?”, was all you could ask. You wanted to facepalm yourself for asking such a stupid question but in the end you needed to know where this was coming from to relax.

He chuckled a bit, “Why I want to kiss you?”, he took a deep breath before continuing, “Because you look cute in my shirt.”, he said, giving you a small peck on the lips, “Because I was working hard to make accidental eye contact with you for months now.”, another small kiss, “Because I’m tired of holding myself back.”, and another kiss before he moved his head backwards, looking into your eyes, “Listen, I really want to kiss you because I am interested in you just as much as you’re interested in me.”, his eyes were soft and he had a small smile on his lips, “Now can I continue to kiss you?”

Overwhelmed and not knowing what to say you took his shirt to pull him down to you before pressing your lips onto his again, the kiss was way more intense and heated than before. Yugyeom’s hand was burried in your hair, every now and then you could hear a deep groan coming from him as his other hand was slowly exploring your body, moving from your neck, down to your side, to your stomach and finally to the hem of your shirt. He looked at you for a second but when he saw that you had no problem with the situation a smirk formed on his lips and he started to place sloppy kisses on your neck.

A few moments later Yugyeom was still sitting on top of you and the kisses were turning into something more than that - Not only was Yugyeom shirtless at this point but you were also left in your bra only.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?”, Yugyeom asked, wanting to be sure that this wasn’t a mistake.

As you nodded he leaned down again, placing a trail of kisses from your neck down to your stomach.

Your eyes were closed, enjoying the whole situation - at least until you heard the door to your room open making you open your eyes wide in shock and Yugyeom followed your reaction, turning around to see a disgusted Bambam in your doorframe.

“Ew!”, he screamed out before any of you could do anything, “You are roommates!”

Yugyeom facepalmed himself, not able to believe what was just happening. “Bambam, if you don’t get out right now.”, he hissed.

At this point you were completely frozen, unable to even move a muscle.

Bambam started bursting out in laughter, clearly drunk, “You better get down from my best friend.”, he shook his head amused, “Do I have to stay home every weekend from now on so you don’t do stupid shit?”

You took a pillow that was beside you and threw it at Bambam - of course he caught it immediately since his reflexes are the best you’ve ever seen. “Bambam, you’re embarrassing me!”, you screamed out.

“I know.”, he said amused, a cheeky grin on his face. He made his way to your bed. Yugyeom wasn’t on top of you anymore and Bambam used this to his advantage - he was climbing on the bed to lie down right between you and Yugyeom. The grin on his face growing wider with every second. If there was one thing that Bambam enjoyed than it was putting you in uncomfortable situations.

“So, what are we doing now?”, he asked laughing, looking at Yugyeom who was left from him now before looking over to you, right from him, “Shall we play monopoly or something?”

Yugyeom looked at Bambam with a glance that immediately gave away that he was about to kill him. “Dude, this is it.”, he said before getting up and dragging Bambam with him, literally pulling him after him until he made him stand outside of your door, closing and this time locking the key.

“Hey guys, don’t be like that.”, Bambam said, knocking against the door, laughing.

As Yugyeom was lying in bed besides you again he gave you an apologetic glance. “I’m sorry. Should we sleep for now and continue this after we killed Bambam tomorrow?”

You let out a laugh, “Sounds like a great day.”

He gave you a soft smile before giving you a kiss on your temple and tugging you into his arms, “Good night (y/n.)”

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xmoonvibes · 5 months ago

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Passion Pallette (Y.JH)

Summary: You need an inspiration for your next artwork. Luckily Jeonghan has a lot to spare.

Genre: Artist!Reader x BF!Jeonghan

Themes/Warnings: Boyfie, slight long hair Jeonghan (we must prioritize his sexy lil evil mind babygirls) , the following contains NSFW content(heavy on smut, straight to the point, love use of cameras, , mature language, overall it's just things we good girlies want men like Jeonghan to do) MINORS DNI!

Songs- Angels by Chase Atlantic, So Wet by Elita, Often by TheWeeknd, Feel That by Junny, 34+35 Ariana Grande, Close with Desires by Thuy, Wet by Jooyoung&Superbee,

WC: 3.5K

A/N: Happy Hannie Day<3 speciaIly for our 1004 boy. Tbh I don't think so I'll ever be sane when Jeonghan's got black hair. Blonde Hannie drives me bonkers but HIM? I would devour every single pride of his phhhew~~ enjoy this lowkey philosophical scrumptious piece caratdeuls!! Hanniehae💜💜

"Fuuu-uuck This won't do" you let out an agitated, low yet soft grumble resonates in thick air among stenches of erasers, fresh papers, acrylics and graphite pencils.

With tousled hair and pencil smudges on your hands, Y/N definitely embodied the tormented artist archetype in a world where questionable AI and digital art has taken over. Your eyes darted critically across each failed attempt, a mix of determination and irritation etched on her face. Despite the exasperation, your sketches hinted at an inexplainable beauty that seemed to elude your grasp. The past hour unfolded with a string of complaints, grappling with the current sketches, that seem to fall short of expectations in a creative mind disrupted by the stark reality of the artistic struggle.

Meanwhile Yoon Jeonghan, your smart-mouth, overly encouraging, sharp yet short-tempered boyfriend provided a contrast as the calm in your artistic tempest; occupying the quiet corner of the room perched on the bed in his usual white shirt-grey sweatpants, with his phone in hand and snacks as companions.

It wasn't a brand new thing for him to see you covered in pencil smudges, a few shavings stuck to your wooly clothing and beads of sweat, followed by smears of paint intact on your skin. Swallowing the last bits and dusting the crumbs off his finger, Jeonghan, engrossed in whatever had captured his attention on the screen, abruptly paused. He clears his throat, as a sign for you to turn around in his chair, and lean back, both of your hands on the arms of the chair; a worn-out disappointed expression plastered on your face meeting Jeonghan's unaffected lazy sunday cool and chill vibes, all while fidgeting a pencil between your fingers.

Somehow, a minuscule atom of irritation seemed to dissipate from your demeanor just by seeing him exist.

He arched an eyebrow with a playful smirk gracing his lips "Perhaps the profound muse for your next masterpiece lies in the gripping scenario of that snobby neighbor attempting to assemble something, which seems like a drawer to me. That's interesting. Hanging a hammer be pulling his jeans though" Curious, you turned your head to observe exactly whatever Jeonghan had claimed the neighbor to be doing. Tucking a strand of his newly growing hair behind his ear, he wore a lazy smile on his everlastingly beautiful face.

He continues, "well, since you're seeking for your savior, I'd say you take a good look around this room. Maybe your next stroke of genius could be inspired by the epic tale of my lone sock that always goes missing in the laundry. A true masterpiece in the making" He bites into his crackers whilst he rubs his chin and you roll your eyes, silently comply according to his suggestion. Your gaze shifts from the failed crumples of sketches on these white sheets, to the walls adorned with your vibrant creations among ivory canvases.

You realize that you do,have a discernable mood to your work. Your artistic endeavors, mostly landscapes with a touch of fantasy or nature, displayed a restraint from the chaotic realm of "multicolors on a canvas." Unless a particular idea sparked your imagination, your aesthetic embraced simplicity, classic elegance, and a penchant for monochrome. Safe to say your aesthetic was always something that's not too much work. Something that radiates simplicity, classic and monochrome.

Your distinctive perspectives, where focus and pressure converged on the canvas, propelled you towards an 8-week apprenticeship among renowned artists in the enchanting city of Paris. During this artistic sojourn, you didn't just participate; you left an indelible mark with your meticulous approach and unwavering passion.

Jeonghan as well tagged along your journey. He possesses an enchantment for photography, turning moments of your artistic journey into captured treasures. His lens became a portal to the nuances of your triumphs, framing the dedication etched on your face during meticulous strokes, the palpable joy of artistic breakthroughs, and the undeniable chemistry between you and your boyfriend amid the vibrant backdrop of Paris. What went on in the streets were no secret, but what went under those sheets certainly were.

Each photograph was a narrative, telling the story of your artistic evolution. The peculiar enchantment of Jeonghan's photography wasn't just in freezing moments; it was in capturing the soulful connection between artist and muse, the shared joy, and the unspoken dialogues spoken through brushstrokes and stolen glances. Among these visual tales, a particular photograph held a special place. Attached near your Paris Masterpiece artwork, it became a center of the collage photo-set. This photograph encapsulated a moment of shared triumph, where you and Jeonghan, in the city of love, converged in a harmonious blend of creativity. The collage itself became a visual symphony, each candid frame resonating with the echoes of your artistic journey, all with the ever-present, enchanting gaze of Jeonghan.

Your boyfriend's sharp remarks were that each of your piece has always radiated not just simplicity but a timeless beauty, where the pressure on the material seemed to extract the essence of your creative soul.

However, on this particular day, a subtle roadblock seemed to challenge your artistic flow, leaving you searching for that elusive spark amidst the familiar canvases that held the stories of your passion and precision.

Following Jeonghan's suggestion, you survey the room until your eyes land on him. He's immersed in his phone, savoring the crumbs off his lips with a casual yet endearing demeanor. In that moment, a realization dawns – a silent connection between the imperfect sketches scattered around, the vibrant stories on the walls, and the living work of art himself, your boyfriend, on the bed.

He, the constant cheerleader, has observed your artistic reverie. According to his shrewd observations, whenever you zoned out, you stood in a particular position-arms crossed, head tilted at a precise 75 degrees, and your lower lip caught between your teeth. All accompanied by the rhythmic tapping of your right foot. According to him, it's the hottest and weirdest thing ever.

"What?" He questions, because at this point you've most certainly lost in your thoughts. He rise on his knees,adjusting his waistband while calling your nicknames. eyes still didn't move. "Y/N? Hey Y/N? Babe? Baby!!" His soft vocals exhaust on the common affectionate names he often calls. Finally, you snap out, a downward smile suggesting a revelation.

You meet Jeonghan's gaze with eyes that now hold a bright spark, silently claiming, "Well, I have an idea." Clasping your hands together, you take a deliberate breath, a pencil poised smirk slowly overshadows your expression, "I've found my muse. And it's you!"

Jeonghan, who was now sipping the life out of his juice raises an eyebrow as loud as an 'objection' in court, "Oh, have You now? Think you can capture my snack-induced radiance." You flash him a teethy grin, "I don't think so, I know so. Your carefree vibe is a challenge, but there's nothing I can't do."

Jeonghan can be a hassle sometimes. When he willingly agrees to something, he plays hard to get. It's so frustrating at some point you have to fuck it out of him. It makes him equally attractive and annoying. You toss your book onto the white blankets, with the title "Simplicity meets Seduction" which is a part of your new artwork theme. Lets be honest, nothing ignites the fire- a lava in you unless it's Jeonghan. The warmth of lust pools in your body whenever he gazes at you, touches you. You don't boost his ego much but the way he handles you, forces you to do add some catalyst in his already sky-high mentality. He's equally the meanest and the kindest person you've ever known.

"Simplicity and seduction, interesting" he scoffs "you definitely know how to take a challenge. Since you're adamant, I'll let you do the honors. Ask and you shall receive my permission for a tester sketch" he fixes his posture, grabbing a lollipop from the jar of candies he loves to keep at bedside. You lean towards him, capturing his now frozen body between your arms, and meet him at eye-level, "Hannie, do you mind being my model for my artwork.." you move towards his ear for a whisper "please?"

The effect is immediate – a swallowed gulp, a beetroot red face, and his gaze darting toward the window as if seeking refuge in the bright corner of your creativity sanctum, all while holding the lollipop between his lips, contemplating the fragility of his sanity.

With a wicked grin, you add, "Oh, I can already see the artistic brilliance oozing from this 'tester' sketch. Brace yourself for your immortalization, Hannie."

Sitting between Jeonghan's legs for the next hour, capturing every meticulous details. Defined face, long lashes, gravity defying, soft loose strings of hair. Cheekbones subtly accentuated, with the faint mole that adds the sophistication. He looked a whispered tale of care.

Throughout the process, Jeonghan couldn't help but steal glances at you, his gaze lingering on your focused eyes and the loose button-up cardigan that slipped off your shoulders, revealing collarbones equivalent to a blank canvas begging to be painted.

"Here," you say, breaking the artistic spell, showing him your sketchbook. "Took you forever...phewweee" you hand it over, both of your hands linger dangerously close to his middle, a move that was evidently driving him crazy. Another strong gulp betrays his inner turmoil as he shifts his gaze to the book, his lips parting in anticipation.

When he sees your work, his eyes widen, and for a moment, he's utterly speechless. The sketch, beyond expectations, captures not just the physical features but the essence of Jeonghan's charisma. The defined face, the playfulness in his eyes, a shade of graphite to enhance the blush he had earlier, the tousled crown of hair – it's a mirror reflecting the unique cocktail of sophistication and mischief that makes Jeonghan, well, Jeonghan.

He continues to examine the sketch with an appraiser's eye, and his expression shifts from playful to genuinely impressed. "This is more than just a sketch. It's like you captured the essence of a moment, frozen in time. The daisy, the playful expression – it's a piece that breathes life."

As he sticks it over the headboard, he adds, "Perfection deserves a place of honor. And this, my dear, is perfection." His compliment is laden with a sense of appreciation that goes beyond mere words.

"This is simplicity at its finest, and you know how it meets seduction?" He smirks, that is a signal of danger His tone holds a hint of admiration, his eyes lingering on the sketch as if unraveling its secrets. "Follow"

As you follow him, his grasp on your wrist adds an unexpected thrill and the exact "warmth of lust" pools in your veins. He leads you to his perfect yet contained studio.

"You're an artist with a wicked touch, turning the ordinary into a seductive masterpiece." He continues, each remark a dance of words that adds another layer to the charged atmosphereIn his studio, surrounded by the remnants of his photographic pursuits, Jeonghan's remarks don't cease. He positions his camera at a distance on the tripod, capturing the two of you against a rich, simple pearly beige background. Jeonghan's scent wraps around your senses, leaving you without control over your escalating feelings.

Standing behind you, he wraps his arms around your body, creating an embrace that feels like a hypnotic spell. It's more than a mere hug; he decides to unravel layers, unbuttoning your cardigan to expose the glistening skin of your collarbones and shoulders. Soft, sloppy kisses descend from your ear to your neck, rekindling familiar sensations. Without hesitation, he nibbles on your skin, each touch tinting it with the subtle intensity of his teeth, and a soft whimper of pleasure escapes your lips, the dance of his actions rendering you momentarily lost.

The timer he had set on the camera, ticking away while you were in a delightful haze, finally clicks, capturing the perfect shot – a half-shot from the nose. His slender fingers rest on your left side, and his mouth on your right collarbone, creating an intimate composition that radiates a sense of closeness. Another timer is set, this time his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his thumb teasingly between your lips. The camera goes off once again, capturing a moment that transcends the boundaries of conventional photography.

Jeonghan, with a voice laden with appreciation, murmurs, "This, my dear, is the beauty of our connection. Every click of the camera is a testament to the warmth we share, frozen in time for eternity. You're a canvas, and we're painting a masterpiece of shared intimacy." Once again the camera goes off. The final shot was a distance shot of his deprived lips between your breasts, while he fists your hair. Again the shot comes out perfect as ever and he didn't stop.

With a jerk he lifts you up, and kisses you feverishly. Desperation dripping the dews off the fresh grass. You could almost feel his erection had he held you a bit lower. Everything about a horny, flushed, swollen lips Jeonghan drove you insane. "Yoon Jeonghan" you moan.

"You're truly an artist" he pants, "to be making such fuckable faces"

"What's stopping you from fucking me then?"

"You're right" he smirks "it's been a while I've heard you beg, and rammed myself into that cunt of yours babygirl" Against your better judgement you began imagining it. Jeonghan's large hands squeezing your thighs, peeling them apart. His mouth on your breast, biting and sucking in turn, tongue running over your hardened nipples. Nails digging into your skin, shoulders wedging between your legs. Fingers working you open just enough to fit his dick without causing you pain, careless otherwise. Life does flash beneath your vision.

"Want it?" You could only nod in response.

Jeonghan definitely isn't the most patient one. One moment your tongues dance against each other as he keeps you distracted, while he takes you upstairs, which isn't a long journey from his studio, to the next where you're already out of breath, and lay flat naked on your bed, while he tosses his clothes off. Chilly air and his lustful gaze have your nipples hardening and a shiver running down your spine. As if he can sense your thoughts, his eyes move downwards, onto your breasts before going lower. He hums, pleased. He holds up his camera, and gets another shot, and all you see is flashes. Placing the camera aside, his attention draws all to you, for you, towards you. You could read his mind through his eyes.

You gasp as he tugs at your legs to pull you closer. His face hovers over your covered core as you feel his warm breath and it is enough to make you lose your mind. “hannie, please.” You plead.

He grins evilly, clearly enjoying this as he presses a kiss on your covered pussy. Then his mouth trails down, between your thighs where he takes his sweet time nipping the flesh, making you whine in pleasure.

pulling back just a little and thrusting back in. “Feel good?” He breathes. You almost choke on your words. "Stop being a ppm.pp.paintbrush" He laughs; movements are slow, taking way too long to mark the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. He licks and sucks at the blooming marks and stops when a wet patch forms in your panties and your moans increase their pitch. “Desperate, aren’t we?” He whispers, hands reaching for your soaked panties to peel them off. The cool air on your core makes you shudder and release another whimper. “I- I need you Jeonghan, please.”

He hums and suddenly licks a stripe from your core to your clit, eliciting a scream of surprise from you. Your hands immediately fist in his hair to pull him closer and you are scared he is going to ask you to let him go but he doesn’t, busy sucking your pussy. He devours you with no break, tongue working skillfully to tease your opening and your clit. Your pussy gushes more and more at each of his movements as you keep chanting a series of pleases.

He slides a finger inside you, slowly, as your cunt greedily takes it all in. He curls it inside you simultaneously tonguing your clit and you wail in pleasure, tears brimming in your eyes. He enters another finger and then another before moving the three of them tirelessly inside you, curling them against your sensitive spot that has your whole body shivering. That feeling paired with him torturing your clit brings you close to your orgasm.

“J-Jeonghan…I'll cum.” You breathe and much to your disappointment, he gives you one last suck before pulling away with a satisfied smirk. “Jeonghan!” You call for him, half wanting to smack him from taking your orgasm away from you. The man has the audacity to laugh. “That’s what you get for being too perfectionist. Being mine"

"I'll blow...hnmmmmmmmmyour brains" you roll your eyes, in pleasure.

His habit of pushing your buttons to your peak irritated you so much, you muster your fucked-out energy and pull him by the neck over you, and swiftly roll yourself on top of him. Your sweaty body slithers down Jeonghan's pale, beautiful body down towards his cock, and as you promised, it was Jeonghan who was so loud with his whimpers, moans all while he was helpless and feeling his senses pop out of his ears. He was melodic. He was whiny. You loved to take him all your capable of.

Oh fuck-” Jeonghan grunts, head lolling back as you feel the grip on your hair strengthen. “Fuck, that feels so good.” His praises make your pussy leak as you start bobbing your head with new vigor, one of your hands trailing down to rub yourself, the sinful sight of Jeonghan moaning making you extremely needy. That one shiver he does, is a clear sign he's dangerously close and with a pop, you move your mouth off. He opens his eyes, moving the sticky hair off his forehead to look at you.

"Hannie" your soft voice, paired with the needy, doe-eyed look you give him is enough to make Jeonghan lose his damn mind. With a growl, he captures your lips in a bruising kiss as his hands move to line up his cock to your pussy. “You asked for it.” He warns and that’s all you get before he’s pushing his entire length inside you, a high pitched shriek falling from your lips as an overwhelming feeling of fullness consumes your entire body.

He pulls you on his chest by your arms, and rams himself in you. "Ride it" he whimpers and you do not hesitate to hold his hands and bounce on him.

With a swift turn, Jeonghan turns you, pinning you below him. He increases his pace, his sharp thrusts hitting so deep inside you, your whole body shakes. Mindless babbles fall from your lips as your hands clutch into his back tightly, your nails digging into his skin which makes Jeonghan hiss in pleasure. His sweet words paired with the way his lips venture down towards your breasts, sucking and biting while one of his hands plays with your oversensitive clit make you release a loud cry of his name.

Soon after, you come for the second time, your orgasm brain numbing, making your toes curl and your whole body twitch. Jeonghan feels you tighten around him as you come and he can’t hold back either as he fills you up for the second time, calling your name softly, his warm breathes fanning your face.

“Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long.” He mutters, eyes moving onto your face, the fucked out look on you making him groan, as he buries his head in your neck, painting the skin with pretty marks. He didn't even spare your lips and mercilessly nibbled onto them until they're red and swollen. He held pride in himself and at this rate, your heart was godspeed.

His soft whisper sends shivers down your spine and without thinking, you nod, holding him tightly, burying your face in his neck. Your brain has stopped functioning properly long ago and all you can feel are the way Jeonghan’s hips snap into you and the warmth radiating from him. You feel vulnerable yet safe at the same time as you hold his body close to yours and breathe in his sweaty scent.

Soon, your orgasm is brain numbing, making your toes curl and your whole body twitch. Jeonghan feels you tighten around him as you come and he can’t hold back either as he fills you up for the second time, calling your name softly, his warm breathes fanning your face.

Your ears ring and you are too tired to move a muscle as you lie there, with Jeonghan panting harshly on top of you, careful not to crush you with his weight. For a while there is silence, nothing other than the harsh breathing of you both before you feel Jeonghan soften and slide out of you, making his release drip down your pussy and you wince. "No paint is of this consistency as my cum" even with zero energy, he made you laugh a little too hard, your ribs ached. The "tester sketch" had long fallen on the carpet, and the sheets were wet.

He helps you to the bathroom, carefully takes care of you and himself and back to another lazy position on the couch, because none of you had the energy to deal with the bedsheets.

"When simplicity meets seduction..." he strokes your hair, hugging your tinted body closer to his stiff chest "an artistry in shared intimacy blooms" he completes. "Those photos, are your reference for the artwork. Make better use of it, babe" "I don't see why wouldn't I" you snuggle closer "anyways simplicity and seduction won me a good sex and dirty sheets"

"That's the harmonious convergence of elements that generate a symphony"

There he goes. Good thing is you've love him endlessly.

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