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boofeine · 26 days ago

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a/n: hello people!!! HAPPY PRIDE!!! something a little different yet original from your sapphic writer. it's been a while since i last come here, so i thought i should really celebrate pride month!

content: no plot just smut, wlw

warnings: fingering, semi public, dry humping, girls kissing, car sex, dirty talk, LESBIAN YEARNING!!!!!!!, femme x futch, sesbian lex 😆

[the boys are just for aesthetic reference, and i ALSO saw this tweet and went a little insane so basically, this was the inspiration for this post :D]

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite @bewoyewo @namasaya

this right here is the spirit btw

seungkwan fem x seungcheol futch (pov-y/n)

you were wrong when you thought parking lot cinema was a good idea, not when you are dying to touch her and she's looking way too cute in her mini skirt and blonde hair down. it makes you wish you looked better for her, just your jeans and light blue bottom up seems less from what she deserves.

her big brown eyes shine so beautifully by the screen light flashing them while she concentrate on the movie, as well as her lips adored with lip gloss that shine by the screen reflex, looking so tempting to you. you only realize you're staring at her side profile when she looks back to you, a little grin forming on her lips as she shoots

"the movie is upfront, miss" she says, looking mischief, but the pink blush heating her cheeks doesn't go unnoticed by you.

–but i rather look at you– you wanted to say, but you keep it to yourself.

she calls for your name again as you come to your senses, too afraid you might have drooled.

"sorry" you say, adjusting your body on your seat, and she smiles.

"don't be sorry" she adds, moving to face you instead. she leans in, reaching for the collar of your shirt. you breathe in air as she giggles, adjusting the piece around your neck.

she comes closer, undoing the second bottom, letting the first both loose as you stare down, following her moves.

"i think it looks better like this" she whispers "i like to have the sight of your pretty collarbones"

your faces are closing the gap. your eyes split to her lips for a second, and the last thing you know you're kissing. there's no rush, it's tender, slow, teasing, it knocks the air of your lungs.

you bite her lower lip and receive a whimper in return.

"can you pull your seat back–" she asks when you're already doing it. you both smile, and she doesn't waste time on getting from the passenger seat to your lap.

you pull her close by the waist and her fingers find the nap of your short hair, playing with some messy locks. you just stare up as she stares down, your eyes traveling her body as you carresses her sides. something shifts on her as she cages your lips on hers again. the kiss gets desesparated now as she grips on your hair, your hands going under her loose shirt. you get surprised to feel another fabric under and not her skin. she pulls back a little, so she can take it off, revealing you a thin white shirt with lacy around her breast, almost transparent, showing her nipples mercilessly to you.

"fuck" you gasp, your palm traveling up to cup her almost naked boobs "you planned all this, didn't you?" you tease, looking at her face as you drive your hand up to her neck.

she looks to the side innocently, "planned what?" she mocks and you can't help but smirk.

you doesn't answer with words, pressing slightly your palm around her neck instead. the mischievousness on her face as she grips your shirt, and you swear a bit more she was moaning already.

you get eager, your thumb caressing her lips and asking for permission. your eyes lock, and she sucks the digit in. whenever you start to think you're winning, she recomponse herself and now is no different, as she takes your full hand, playing and studying it for a minute, before she sucks your two middle fingers. you pull her by the chin, not taking it anymore, as you replace your hand to your lips.

your tongues meet in a warm intense manner, her hands sliding down to start undoing the bottoms of your shirt as she smiles onto the kiss. your palm finding the line of her ass, pulling her to you. the kisses going down her neck, where you bite and suck, her hips helplessly start to move while she moans for the first time tonight, palming your breast and going under your bra. your hot breath fans her skin as you can't help but moan too.

your kisses keep going down, hands sliding under the thin fabric of her shirt as you watch her nipples harden. she pulls herself back so she can take her shirt off, and you take the time to watch as you take yours too, hurrydly going back to the kiss. you both move, trying to gasp on every inch of skin from each other.

your mouth finding her naked nipple as you suck and lick the flesh, one hand on her thigh and other on her lower belly, teasing the way down.

"please" she begs, out of breath.

your moves giving a bit but just over her panties. you pinch her clit covered by the fabric, feeling the dump material as she trusts on your palm. her eyes are close, but she can feel your chest rise and falling, you're losing it as much as her.

you finally slip under to her bare wet cunt, you whimper with the feel of it and she trembles over you. collecting some wetness that you bring over her clit, you start to massage the muscle. she moans and squirms, running her lap. you fasten, alternating from her clit to her entrance, feeling it get wetter by the time.

"i- i-- FUCK" she swears under her breath when you suddenly stop. she shakes and whines and you feel like you can just cum by watching her.

she comes up on her knees, taking her panties down that stay hanging around her thighs, her body leans in to you, her face close to your ears as she takes your hand back to her pussy.

you pull her hair to the side, whispering to her ear "what you want? tell me" you plea.

"fuck me" she adds

"ask nicely" you demand, giving a light spank to her free ass. her body jerks and she moans.

"please" she whines.

"that's right" you say lowly.

the hand on her ass, spreading her folds now as the other starts to ease the sensitive flash, you start adding one finger, her face collapsing on your shoulders.

"more" she begs, and you pull back just to thrust back two fingers in. she's tight, hugging your fingers and clenching nonstop.

your thumb caresses her clit and she starts to relax as you are able to move. you start slow, going fast as her pussy asks you too. and for most time, you wished it was your mouth and tongue on her instead. you feel uncomfortable on your seat, your dumped panties clingying to your pussy as you hear and feel her, sweats starting to pull on both of you. one hard thrust and your hitting her spot. she moans louder, arching her back for you, trying to say something that comes out unclear.

"It's ho- ah! hot, fuck-" she says in a hurry while you press over her sweet spot and fidgets with your free hand behind trying to start the car.

as you do, you immediately get the air conditioner on, it hits both of your hot skins and you watch goosebumps form on her legs and around her perked nipples, it shouldn't be this nasty but it makes you swear under your breath.

your finger trembles inside her, and she cant help but collapse back to the back of her thigh on your lap, her body gives up falling down on the horn, head falls back in a roll of her eyes, as the loud sound beeps around the quiet lot.

"fuck! fuck!"

"shit, im sorry" she says, throwing her body in your shoulder instead with a tight grip.

"you're fucking trouble, can't you behave for once?" you add, starting to bump your fingers inside her again. "cum for me before we get caught and quicked out of here" you add, fastening the movements, delivering a slap to her clit that is the end of her.

her vision goes white, and she's close to screaming as she lets it all go. she starts dripping so much, wetting her inner thighs and your jeans, her body trembling as you drive her high, pumping slowly. you have to grip her so she doesn't fall anywhere again, her eyes fighting to open with a blurry vision.

you get startled by the knocks on your car window, and you thank the tinted window.

"baby, please, look at me" you try, caging her face on your hands. "sit back, can you?" you try, helping her lay on the passenger seat again. you throw your shirt over her, hoping it covers enough as you put hers on you instead. you look down at yourself thinking you look ridiculous, when you look over, she's smiling tiredly at you.

more knocks are heard and you're fast to open the window just enough for the person on the other side to see your face.

"hey" you say "what's the problem?"

the guy with a hat and all black clothes looked not friendly "it was your horn just now, i'm gonna need you to leave" he adds.

"oh! really? it was a mistake i didn't intend to! it won't happen again, sir. let us finish the movie, please" you add, hoping on your head to finish something else.

he stares at you for sometime. "ok" he says bluntly "that's the first and only chance" he finish, saluting briefly before going out as you nod with a fake smile, rolling your window up.

you let your breathing go as if you were keeping it all of this time. looking over, she seems quite recovered, her tired smile turning into a grin.

"you look cute with my shirt on" she says "let's finish the movie, hm? movie to the back, we are not done" she completes.

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boofeine · 1 month ago

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ProRider (m)

Pairing: Boo Seungkwan x f!reader Genre: humor, smut Word count: 4.6k rating: R tags: MDNI, open ending, mentions food, cruiser!seungkwan, ride attendant!reader, open ending, face riding, thigh grinding, exhibitionism, nipple teasing Summary: Anywhere there’s a FlowRider, you can just about ride any big or small artificial waves safely for any size rider, but there’s nothing artificial about the waves Seungkwan is trying to make with the cute attendant at one of these rides. Just how big of a wave is he going to make? Will he prove himself a pro? And will someone discover themselves to be a pro rider? Author Note: Thank you @camandemstudios for another amazing collab. shorter form fic lets gooooo. posting mostlyedited and will fix in post. sorry in advance for any mistakes. its been a long few months

Working the FlowRider booth was usually easy, and don’t get it wrong, it really was. All the cruises you’ve worked have made it easier since they were so accommodating, despite the lack of vacation days, but maybe you’ve been at sea for too long because all the cruisers on this cruise feel more annoying than the last.

Or maybe just one in particular.

“Hey. You're here again today. You following me or something?”

The young, admittedly handsome man looked toward you with charmingly turned-up lips as he leaned against the railing. You returned with disinterest, glazing over his figure attempting to stand before you aloof and carefree, but he couldn’t look more like he was trying hard. “Nope. I just work here, and you keep coming back.”

As he has done the last two days since the cruise began.

“I’m just joshing!” He grinned, swatting a playful hand. “Of course I know that. How can I forget such a beautiful ride attendant?”

“Don’t you have anything better to do?”

He pretended to think. “No, we’re still at a sea day, and…I’m looking at the most interesting thing on the boat.”

“Zipline is right there.”

He chuckled. “I’m not just talking about the FlowRider ride.”

This wasn’t the first time you’ve been hit on, but this one was persistent. You were grateful it wasn’t some old geezer trying to get sleazy with someone when his wife wasn’t looking, but that didn’t mean you were abandoning your post for some pretty face and sweet words. The crew took their job seriously here, and if anyone was caught doing otherwise, they’d next claim ‘the hole,’ aka the worst cabin crew lodging in the entire ship. It was deprived of windows, air conditioning, and good lighting; had bedding with the integral structure of cardboard; and rumors say someone died in there because they were locked inside and forgotten.

Then again, it was just a tall tale. No one actually believed that to be true, but you weren’t taking any chances.

You gave him a deadpan expression. “Are you going to go on the ride today, or are you going to stand here and throw lame pickup lines at me again?”

He playfully pouted. “Why can’t I do both?”

You rolled your eyes. “Have at it then.”

His eyes lit up, charging to approach, doing pushups on the railing he’s leaning on. “Been waiting for you to say that all day—”

“The ride!” you clarified. “Your turn is up next.”

His gaze didn’t falter, unironically saluting you with two fingers. “I won’t be long, beautiful.”

He snatched a board that was conveniently within reach and ascended the stairs at the ride's summit, his focus intensely fixed on you even as your attention was directed elsewhere. Your gaze landed on another familiar face, his friend, who often accompanied him, seeing him display an apologetic smile.

You matched his expression, feeling a mutual sentiment towards him. “You here again too, Chan?”

He gave a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Seungkwan kinda dragged me when Hansol ran off. I only wanted to try it out the first time; I didn’t know he’d make this a regular thing. Sorry.”

You shook your head reassuringly. “It’s fine, but why do you let him do this?”

“...He chipped in for my entry. I’m indebted to him.”

Acknowledging the overextended favor, you gave the unfortunate kid a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, your gaze following his friend's clumsy takeoff and subsequent tumble on the amusement ride.

”I’m okay!” he said before a stream blasted in his face as he lifted himself off the board.

It wasn't one, wasn’t two, wasn’t three times, but six times that day he attempted to conquer the ride in that single day, and to much avail, nothing seemed to work. Embarrassing was putting it lightly.

"I swear I'm athletic!" echoed above the crashing water, his pleading gaze fixed on an observer standing nearby.

"Don't you gotta eat? Other people wanna ride this ride, you know—"

Not registering–or rather ignoring–your chiding, the drowning resurfaced, water streaming from his hair, a wide grin plastered across his face. "And I get to the back of the line after every failed attempt, just like everyone else. Don't you worry about me, gorgeous!" His playful retorted, winking.

"Right…you have to take a break sometime." Suengkwan wouldn't admit it, but you knew the sheer physical exertion of his repeated attempts was surely taking its toll.

Yet the challenge wasn't just the wave; it seemed to involve proving his prowess to the cute attendant his eyes were sent on. The young man responded with exaggerated offense, clutching his chest. "And allow you to think I'm incapable of staying on a little board? No way!"

"The ride is gonna end soon anyway,” you warned.

His excitement faltered, and the tension in his shoulders eased. A hint of disappointment flickered across his features, but the underlying enthusiasm remained. "Oh, well… I guess I can come back again tomorrow."

You shut your eyes, as if you were expecting that response, yet need to brace for impact. “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

For three days, he’d come to see you, and all those days he’d failed to succeed the flow rider, but of course, there was no need to stop it there. Undeterred, Seungkwan would come even on disembarkment days, pestering you for another two days for almost every shift.

Until the cruise docked in the country everyone seemed most excited for, including Seungkwan. During all hours of that day, he didn’t see you at your shift. You should’ve been relieved, thanking whatever higher being for sparing you one day of his nuisance. You’ve had to mentally prepare every day to face his cheesy words and cocky smiles; this time, you were shown some mercy.

But weirdly, you missed it. Missed him. He had become so consistent this cruise, he felt like a natural routine. You didn’t think a cruiser could affect you that way, let alone one that used your work position as an advantage to hit on you.

Yet, the sweltering heat of the summer sun paired with the seemingly infinite night skies scented by salty ocean breeze made for a potent combination.

“Oh, hi…”

After the end of your shift, just a hair before dusk, you came up the elevator from your lodgings, heading in the direction of the pool before a familiar face appeared on a floor to the way up. His eyes widened in shock in your appearance, a hint of a smile on his face at your sudden appearance before it vanished as his gaze caressed your scantily clad body.

His silence earned your narrowed gaze, knowing very well the source of rare occurrence for one’s mouth who has talked non stop the moment you first locked eyes. “...stop staring.”

He jolted back to his senses, as if broken from a trance. “Sorry. Uh. Heading off to the pool?”

“Yeah. Got a good hour and a half left before it closes and with the big show tonight it should be mostly empty.” You briefly swept your gaze over his well groomed appearance. “You…clean up nice.”

A corner of his lips jerked up in a smile before he dusted imaginary dust off his suit jacket. “Finally noticed, hmm?”

“Where are you supposed to be? That doesn’t really look like buffet attire.”

“Me and my group booked dinner at a specialty restaurant; we just finished up. But just to be clear, I always look this nice. Maybe you just don’t like my wet and sexy look. That’s fine.” He took in your soft chuckle, savoring the laugh he was finally able to elicit from you. “Did you have dinner?”

You nodded, your voice lighter and less dry than expected. “I grabbed something at the buffet and wanted to take a last dip in the pool before it closes for the night.”

“Sounds like you have it all planned out…and all by yourself?”

You shrugged, internally surprised you were able to maintain a conversation with the man without warning him about safety measures and scolding him for repeatedly rejoining the FlowRider line with several tens of kids more than half his age that have waited patiently. “Usually. Nice change of pace from having to look over people several hours of the day with almost no breaks.”

“I know it's a long shot, but would you be opposed to me joining you then?”

You opened your mouth the spew the routine rejection you’re used to giving, but scanning over his groomed, fitted appearance, you held your tongue. Instead, you clicked your tongue in thought, meeting his hopeful eyes with a curious gaze. Shrugging, You came to a decision. “Sure, why not?”

He blinked, taken aback. “Wait, really?”

“Do you want me to say no?”

“No!” he exclaimed a tad too loudly. “I mean—no, nothing like that. It’s just,” you watched his ears turn a bright red, and a timidly meek air overtook his presence, “I just didn’t expect you to agree.”

“Well, you’ve certainly tried hard to get my attention, and albeit it was during work hours—the worst time to do it—you’re not…hard to look at. I’ll give you that.”

His lips curled up into a small, but transparent, grin.“So, I’m joining you in the pool?”

You nodded with a resigned sigh. “Yes, Seungkwan.”

“Y-you know my name.”

“I’ve seen and heard you enough times to remember it. You leave quite the impression.”

He doesn’t know whether to take it as a compliment, but decides to anyway. “Oh…mmh, thank you.”

“…So you gonna get changed or will you be swimming in your formal wear?”

“Come with me!” He tugged you with him and surprisingly you obliged, following him all the way to his room. “Wait here, please.”

He disappeared behind his cabin, leaving you alone with your thoughts, second guessing if this decision was such a good idea with all things considered. You even thought of ditching him in the midst of waiting, going back on your offer. But before you can put that idea into action, Seungkwan reappeared with a new appearance, ditching his dress shirt and slacks for a pair of mid-length trucks, a beach towel, and the skin on his body.

Your eyes shot open just briefly before regaining composure, quietly taking in his fit, toned physique. Your breath had gotten caught in your throat before you exhaled quietly through your nose, drawing the outline of his figure internally. You crossed your arms, putting weight on one side of your body, eyes washing over him in disbelief, and something else you hadn’t realized was there before. “You had a body like that under a rash guard?”

Blood rushed to his cheeks as he held his folded towel to his chest. “It was UV protective.”

“You know they offer free towels on the deck. You just have to return it at the end of the day.”

He clutched the towel tighter. “I-I’m aware.”

You softly scoffed, grinning at his bashful disposition you’ve only recently been acquainted with tonight, and you took his hand, warm and clammy in yours. “Come on, FlowRider boy.”

You had hoped it wouldn't be too crowded, and if luck would have it someone answered your prayers. The expansive pool deck lay mostly deserted, with only a handful of individuals scattered like colorful specks near the far end, their laughter a faint echo against the water's surface. A mischievous spark ignited in your eyes as a plan turned the gears in your head. You turned to him, a devious, playful smile spreading across your face.

“Hey, why don’t you go ahead get comfortable, I just need to grab a towel.”

He nodded with a smile. “Sure.”

Returning with a clean towel over your forearm, you come back to the sight of his bare back, muscles flexing as he propped his elbows on the edge of the pool as he soaked his lower back half. You licked your lips, feeling a growl hum in your throat the longer you stared, suddenly hot at the thought of seeing this man in compromising positions you wouldn’t otherwise think about if you hadn’t run into him tonight.

“Temperature good?”

He turned his head back towards you, beaming at you for not ditching him like he thought you would. “You’re back. Yeah, it’s real cool in here… So what did you eat for dinner?”

“Just your typical buffet food. Nothing extraordinary… but tonight I think I found something that looked extra…delicious.” You let your gaze linger on his toned form as he swam back towards you, water glistening on his skin as he rested his elbows on the pool’s ridged edge.

“Glad to hear it.” He grinned, unintentionally flexing, letting the ridges of his muscles play with shadows companied with dimmed lights. “I saved you a spot.” He gestured to the lounge chair.

“What a gentleman.” You sat, your gaze following his every movement as he ran laps in the water, each stroke revealing the sculpted lines of his back and shoulders. The way his wet hair fell across his forehead looked especially tantalizing under the dusk sky.

He stopped at the edge of the pool, shaking the water from his hair like a wet dog, sending droplets your way. “What would you be doing if you weren’t here with me?” You pondered.

He grabbed a towel, the terry cloth momentarily obscuring his view before he lowered it to his neck.

“Well, there was a musical, but I’ve already seen a previous showing. I would’ve just been there to study.”

You mused at his answer. “Study?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m a musical actor.”

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Hmm, wouldn’t have thought.”

He beamed, clearly pleased by your reaction. "I would invite you to one of my shows back home, but realistically, what are the chances of our paths crossing again, even if I'm on another cruise?"

You shrugged with a slight smirk. “You never know.”

He leaned in a little, earnesty coating his eyes. "Even though my job involves a lot of acting and putting on a show, I really had to rack up the nerve to approach you.”

You let out a soft scoff. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Just doing what I do best,” he shrugged, with a cheeky grin. “Front like my life depends on it, but I have to admit it was pretty fun finding ways to hit on you. At some point, I started believing in my confidence.”

“You’re an interesting person, Seungkwan.”

A soft hue of pink flushed his cheeks. “I try to be. So, what made you want to work a ride on the cruise?”

“Money, curiosity, a love for travel. Thought this was one of the best ways to start getting my sea legs because I much rather than than on a plane.”

“Fear of heights?”

You shook your head with a frown stained with disdain. “Fear of passenger bullshit. At least on the boat, it’s so big you can avoid them, unlike on a plane. It doesn't require as much effort compared to becoming a flight attendant.”

He chuckled at your honesty. “Was that initially the goal?”

“Not really, I always felt drawn to water. Deep down, I probably knew one day I’d work around it.”

“Wow.”

“What?”

His grin stretched from one beautifully high cheek bone to the other. “Beautiful and profound. Can you be any more amazing?”

You broke out in a laugh. “Shut up”

“I mean it. It’s nice to hear what’s on your mind instead of guessing whether you hate me or not.”

You rolled your eyes, a hint of a smile on your lips. “I don’t hate you.”

“You don’t like me either,” He pointed out lightly.

You shook your head, a sincere smile melting on your face. “If I didn’t like you, you wouldn’t be talking to me during my off hours right now.”

His eyebrows jumped, curiosity bringing his eyes to life. “So you’re saying I have a chance?”

“Whatever makes your showtuney heart happy.”

He daydreamed mid-conversation. “I’m already imagining how many kids we’ll have and the name of our dog. Do you mind ‘Mr. Flufferton’?”

"You are unbelievable," you finally breathed, gazes locked, neither willing to break the connection, a strange mixture of disbelief and something akin to reluctant admiration fogging your vision. The moment stretched, the very air around them seemed to vibrate with a lingering tension Seungkwan almost failed to notice.

"I'm heading to the hot tub," you announced, abruptly breaking the spell and severing of the intense connection that had held you both captive.

“What about the pool?” The confusion was clouded by his intrigue as he finds himself pushing out of the water.

A soft smile played on your lips as you turned slightly towards him. "Suddenly, I want a bit more…relaxing setting. Wanna join me?"

His head snapped up, a flicker of surprise and something akin to hope dancing in his eyes. A blush crept up his neck as he nearly slipped on the wet ground as he approached, the unexpected offer clearly catching him off guard. "Y-yes," he stammered, his voice a touch higher than normal as he scrambled to gather his discarded towel and scattered belongings, baring a tremor of anticipation.

You rose gracefully from the lounge chair, the lingering scent of ozone and exertion clinging to your skin. Without waiting for a verbal confirmation beyond his initial agreement, you turned and began to walk towards the quieter side of the pool area as he trailed after you, his gaze fixed on your retreating figure.

You led him towards a secluded spa area, a haven of warmth and soothing jets hidden away in a bed of of still water. Your eyes instinctively scanned the familiar layout, locking onto the discreet blind spot near the far corner – a little well-known spot known to staff that wanted their privacy. A knowing smile touched your lips as you gestured towards it. "Come."

Reaching the control panel, you activate the spa mode. The gentle hum of the jets intensified, and the water began to churn, releasing a cloud of steam into the tranquil air and a welcoming bed of bubbles. You dipped a tentative toe into the welcoming warmth before sliding in completely, the swirling bubbles immediately enveloping your feet and legs, only parts of you not submerged being your chest and up as you settled against one of the molded seats.

Seungkwan hesitated, his eyes darting around the open space before reluctantly stepping into the warm water. He chose a seat on the opposite end, maintaining a respectful distance, his gaze fixed on the swirling water in front of him, carefully averting his eyes as if unsure where else to look. Anywhere but your wet, near-naked body.

“Isn’t this nice?”

Seungkwan tried to enjoy the warmth, he really did, but you just a mere few feet away from him gave him labored breaths. “It is.”

"Why are you sitting so far?" You grinned.

He shifted hesitantly. "I thought it’d be what you wanted. Should I move closer?" He asked already timidly preparing to do so.

Your aloof response was subtly laden with interest. "If that’s what you’re comfortable with."

“…then, I’ll work my way up towards it.”

His nerves settled as he heard your soft laughter, albeit aimed at him; it was delightful nonetheless. "You’re a lot shyer than I thought you’d be”,” you softly admitted, “It’s cute."

He broke out in a smile before he cleared his throat to respond. “I was acting like I knew what I was doing, remember? I’m kind of losing my shit over here being the same water as you.”

A low chuckle rumbled in your chest as you watched his reaction. "Maybe that's exactly what I'm into," you repeated, your voice a husky murmur that seemed to hang in the humid air. The amusement dancing in your eyes accompanied by the almost predatory stillness of your body.

“W-What?”

Without breaking eye contact, you began to close the small distance, every step deliberate, approaching him. You noticed the way his knuckles turned white as he gripped the edge of the seat, the almost imperceptible bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed hard. A small, satisfied smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.

You paused, gaze sweeping over him with leisurely appraisal. "Bubbles look cute on you," you finally said, your voice a low purr.

“They are?” His question came out more breathless than anticipated, his heart steadily beating faster every passing second.

You took another slow step, the cool water now just inches from his legs. Your eyes continued their deliberate exploration, lingering for a moment on the flush creeping up his neck. You deliberately bit your bottom lip, "Really cute," you confirmed, your voice dropping even lower. "Just like how you're acting right now."

A flicker of something unreadable crossed his face before he finally managed to ask, his voice still a little shaky, "Are you usually this forward?"

You chuckled, inching even closer that he flinched, feeling both your feet make contact in the water, while it didn’t faze you in the slightest. “Are you normally this timid? What happened to the guy reading me pickup lines that he probably found on the Internet?”

He softly scoffed, turning his head to reveal his ears. “It was easier when you were blowing me off…I knew what to expect.”

“And what?” Your torso resurfaced from the water to corner him, “Now I make you flustered?”

He let out a shattered breath, shutting his eyes. “No. You make me heated. Putting all kinds of thoughts in my head.”

“Oh. FlowRider Boy has some fire, hmm…?” You straddled his lap, feeling the tension of his thighs underneath yours. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling yourself towards him so that he had no choice but to hold you in place. “It’s kinda hot. Maybe I do like the wet look on you.”

He holds your gaze for a moment, lips parted in pure disbelief. “...Fuck.”

“Wow…Your thighs are just as hard as the rest of you, but maybe not as hard as this,” you said, giggling as you brushed against his growing arousal.

He threw his head back. “You’re killing me.”

“Oh, yeah. What else do I do to you?”

“If I start listing it all out now…who knows how much time I’ll have left with you.”

“If you do a good job…I’ll let you decide that for me.”

His eyes shot open as an aroused gasp escaped his lips before it melted into a moan as you closed the distance and pressed yourself against him. His cock, harder than he’s ever experienced, flat against your stomach. “Oh fu…”

“Do you know how good you look right now underneath me?” You teased, slowly moving your hips, getting wet with something that the jacuzzi couldn’t offer.

“Not as good as you look grinding on me right now.”

You let out a soft hum, tips of your noses grazing against each other. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

He visibly swallowed. “Y-you read my mind.”

You splayed one last smirk before smashing your lips against his, arching into him as his hands found your hips. You swallowed his whimpers before they were replaced with grunts, his fingers digging into your flesh with such hunger that you had hardly the time to process it. You shifted in his lap, flattening against him closer as an arm draped over his shoulder while a hand had your digits run through his hair.

“How is this happening?” he mumbled against your lips.

“I told you. You looked cute in bubbles.”

“I might actually pass out. Please pinch me.”

You chuckled before your fingers grazed over his chest, doing what he asked as you rolled a stiff peak tight between your fingertips. His mouth dropped in a soft moan as he sent an accusatory look at you. “You—“

“You never said pinch you where.”

He let out a soft moan as you tightened your pinch. “That was the last place I thought you’d do it.”

“Well, are you going to do anything about it?” you challenged.

His gaze drifted over your chest, your nipples poking through your swimsuit deliciously as water droplets adorned your skin. He met your gaze once more, finding a flirtatious anticipation in your eyes before he took the plunge. His full palm gripped around your breast in a spiteful squeeze, and you shuddered against him. His thumb teased the outline of a nipple, while he softly panted from the excitement of his own actions. A tingling sensation burned his busy hand, while the other lowered to your ass before he claimed the flesh of its weight.

You softly moaned against his lips, breaking out in a smile and letting it collide with his mouth, tasting the festering hunger inside him as his tongue more freely explored you. “Mmh, I didn’t think riling you up would be so fun.”

He snickered lightly, maintaining his gaze, “Keep touching me and I’ll show you how much more fun I can be.”

You felt a flutter in your stomach and heat pooling between your legs. “Your room. Take me there. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

With a swift, almost unconscious movement, he lifted you, your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist in an instant. The realization hit them both at the same moment as you locked eyes. His arms, strong and sure, held you aloft, and for a heartbeat, time seemed to pause. He found himself momentarily stunned, not just by the sudden intimacy, but by the sheer naturalness of the gesture and perhaps the heartbeating in your chest in tandem with him, leaving you for once speechless.

A blush warmed his cheeks as the implications of your position dawned on him. “I…should probably put you down,” he stammered with a hesitant uncertainty, and suddenly all he could think about was the ship’s surveillance cameras. The weight of you in his arms felt strangely right, yet the awareness of their surroundings forced him to act against his animalistic desires.

“Unfortunately.”

He sets you on your feet before taking your hand and guiding you gingerly back to his room. The moment that door closed, it was free rein. You jumped back in his embrace, anchoring your legs around his torso as he was forced to push against the door to keep you in place.

“Finally,” he softly breathed before colliding with your lips again, wholeheartedly kissing you with every sane breath he had left.

“What do you want to do, baby? I’m all ears.”

He felt shivers at your sudden pet name. “I want you to do what you did in the hot tub, but on my face.”

You were taken back, suprised he came up with the idea, and lightning struck your spine at the thought. “That is the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

You pushed him on his back, letting your hand crawl up his wet, flustered skin as you prowled toward him, ravenous hunger in your gaze. You crawled over him, looming over his figure as clear anticipation heated up in his eyes, stealing his breath.

“How much have you thought about this?”

He smiles, panting from the adrenaline rush. “Enough to have the neighbors recall your name by my voice alone.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” You hovered your groin over him, watching his eyes follow the path of your molten heat, dripping pool water on his cheeks.

You raked your fingers through his hair, tugging from the roots as you angled his face up, his gaze glistening his anticipation as he traced over his lips with his tongue. The second you felt his lips, you could melt right there on top of him. Moans replaced your once dry responses, while Seungkwan weak filiratious advances was traded in for hungry fervor, satiated by your taste.

Seungkwan may not have mastered the FlowRider, but it seems someone was able to master him.

#boofeine reads #seungkwan

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