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"I think youre like, super duper cool-- a morning with Kai”

Summery: a snippet in time for the two of you, though something like this happens too often to count. A soft and fluffy but fortifying morning with him to remember that all started with him fiddling with the straps and hems of your shirt… speaking of night clothes… there might be a surprise for him waiting underneath

A/N: um so this was supposed to have been out like an eternity ago but life has really been killing me lately so I apologize. Writing is good though and I really love it. I say this every time I post a fic but I’m not sure how good this is :( I originally wanted kai to eat out the reader in this fix but alas, I did not get to it

Warngingz/info: kissing, morning sex, unestablished relationship, like you can take it however you want in this, fingering, hanjob, reacher is gn! other than having a vagina, reader kisses Kai’s freckles/moles, Kai is pussy drunk? idk maybe he is in this, kai asks you to put just the tip in, kai loves the readers tummy thats pretty evident in this fic, spelling mistakes I'll get to them eventually.... think thats it but (it just autocorrected me to 'nut'....) I think thats it! please feel free to let me know if there's anything else!

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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The sun hits the front of your lidded eyes, burning them, but wanting, and now apparently waking you up at the same time. Kai shifts behind you, little puffs of breathing out tickling your neck. You finally open your eyes to look where at the state of the man currently latched onto your back. You feel him fiddling with the straps of your tank top absentmindedly, fingers ever so often brushing against your newly exposed skin.

Your desire to nod back off quickly fades when he takes a long breath-- something he always does when he wakes. Now, too excited to ask him in a moment if he's had any dreams, your sleepiness fades into just being calm with him. He circles his arms around your tummy, the pads of his soft and nearly hot with blush and toasty from just returned to the land of the living. it was weird... but something he always took notice of; the way all of his best sleeps were always with you. it wasn't like he couldn't sleep on his own, but when he did he woke up feeling as tired as he was when he laid down, or like they just didnt hit the same way as when he was with you

like he was now, with one of his arms falling asleep with you laying on top of it. but really, he wouldn't want it any other way. You put your hands over his, grasping them tightly almost in an awkward handshake. "So no good morning? no hi, how are you? just trying to brake my hand I see." His voice is groggy, raspy, coming from the back of his throat. You chuckle, and he feels like the sleep instantly is gone from his eyes.

"I was obviously helping you!" You protest, "I was giving feeling back into your arms."

"Why both of my arms then, huh?" his voice lowers, getting suspicious. "I have to show love to each of them." "By breaking them...?" You can feel his eyebrow raise. "mmhm." you say definitely. "Oh, very nice of you then." he snickers

He kneads your tummy gently. the soft skin on his making the both of you break a smile. Only for a moment though, until you feel coolness envelope you instead of warmth as before. Cause now he's getting up, blanket wrapped around his entire body and running to the other side of the bed. he flops down next to you, facing you and making the blanket billow around him like a cape. Now youre both engulfed in it. light from the curtains casting a glow on each of your faces through the blanket. "What? You were pushing me off the bed." You inch closer to him. "Oh, so it was that then, not you wanting to cuddle with me?" he nuzzles his face not your neck, hands already traveling to their rightful place where your hips and waist/ tummy meet. big hands warm you as he speaks into your neck: "mmhm, yeah that, and.... " he draws out the article, though you know what and was going to say and he does "I wanted to see you."

"reasonable." you smile.

"Really?" his smirk is coming through his lips, teeth, and mouth and his voice drips with it. And right now, youre not sure how to deal with it as youre drawn closer and closer to him like a magnetic pull is the only thing that's controlling you. Once youre close enough to feel each others rapid heart beats and close enough where if you just inched in... just a little bit, your lips would be on his neck and you could feel his pulse. you finally speak, "yeah, of course you did. I don't know if youve noticed but im like, pretty amazing." his tongue darts out to lick his lips and smiles. he starts rubbing at your skin again. well, more like brushing it, making you suppress some sort of laugh because its starting to tickle but still.

"Ive noticed, though!" he protests, face still in your neck, voice gentle because of your proximity. "am I that predictable?" you shake your head yes. (he does this almost every morning that you two wake up like this.)

"Im not accusing you--" "yeah yeah, I know but" he straightens his back, looking at you in the eyes now. "what if I happen to think that youre like... super duper cool?" a wide smile creeps onto his face, his eyes crinkling and his cheeks swell as he says the last few words. he draws in a short breath and continues: "and nice, and beautiful, and wonderful. and a whole lotta other things I know anyone who spends a bunch of time with you and who you know..." he cocks his head from side to side, thinking about how he was going to word what he wanted to convey. "...know about you, but I don't really know how to express right now."

You laugh with him. something similar to thing happens a lot between the two of you-- him wanting, no, needing to tell you how he knows how amazing you are, but either not being able to express himself or tripping over his own words. you barely ever paid any mind to it, though. and not in a "its the thought that counts" type of way, either. you might've not fully understood what he was trying to say, but the way he gazed into your eyes, brightness filling them, then looks away, then back at you, rose pigment in his face now.... god, did that tell you all you needed to know.

"hm," you hum, "I think youre supper duper cool too." he raises his head to place a quick peck on your lips. you would've kissed him back if he'd just give you a second. A moment of silence later and it leads to him pressing, almost poking his nose against your previously cold but now warm with the heat crawling into your face and he doubles down on his statement. "Im serious though--" you chuckle even though you can hear the weight in his tone. "So am I." and youre just as serious as him. you mouth a thank you nonetheless. "I-I'm serious though, I don't think anyone in their right mind could miss how amazing you are."

Two things, about this interaction: one,) you can joke about it all you want but, he thinks, you really are perfect. and two) no matter what he says about it, you really do think its cute how he's stumbling over his words. "Glad we're on the same page."

All the while you two have been talking, his hands are moving mere fractions of an inch up and down, up and down, down and-- now hes rubbing almost tickling circles right next to your navel. each stroke of your torso getting longer and longer. you fiddle with the waistband of his boxers until he goes far down enough to notice youre not wearing any underwear. the schooled look on his face makes you laugh as you both emerge from the little makeshift blanket fort you two have stretched over the beautiful expanse of his shoulders.

"oh, im sorry." he bites the inside of his cheek nervously and gulps, raises his hands off you. "what'r you sorry for? I thought you wanted to..." you move his hand back to where it was on the top of your ass. "touch me here?" "well I did-- I do." he corrects himself, but he keeps on rambling. "I just wasn't expecting-- and I dunno if you wanted to since-- oh, what?" He suddenly breaks a smile, his nervousness fading away when he sees you silently chuckling at him. "thisis making your brain short circuit is see. hm, I should let you know when im sleeping without them more often, don't you think?" his eyes go wide again. "you mean you do this frequently and I just don't know?" he leans back a little, eyes darting around, seemingly genuinely pondering this.

Your hands hover over his chest, warmth radiating off you onto his skin. he gently squeezes your ass and your back stiffens, chill going up your spine. "I can't find the words so" he draws out the last word, trailing off, "can I?" he dips his eyes to where the hem of your oversized T-shirt, (already bunched up in the back from him kneading your ass,) hits your upper thighs.

He drags the fabric up and you have half a mind to tell him to get on with it already. and what feels like forever later, hes dipping his thump into his mouth, wetting it with his salivating tongue. then he brings it down to your clit. he starts rubbing at it, warm air surrounding the small bud because of how deep you are under the covers. An electric shock runs up and back down your spine at the contact he makes with now two of his fingers pressing right were youre aching for him. "oh--" you cut your own self off knowing that what;; come our of you will only be incoherent mess.

You can't see what hes doing, he can't either and although that worrying him a little bit its making the experience that much more heightened for the both of you. this way, you can stare lovingly into his eyes and see the little movements his mouth makes, slightly opening here and there, when he gains a beautiful reaction out of you or he gets a little overwhelmed at the feeling of your warm and wet pussy on his fingers. and this way he can focus on all the sounds you make, wishing to bottle up the sound and get drunk on all your moans and hisses of pleasure.

You might not be able to see, but fuck, you sure can hear and feel. as he switches from rubbing at your clit and dripping hole to finger fucking you at that pace that drives you insane, the lewd sounds youre making together is fucking perfect--- music to your ears, even. its wet and mess, hes sloppy and almost desperate for the sighs of pleasure you make, or for that look in your eyes that lets him know youre about to be in the throws of ecstasy around his fingers... cumming for him. all for him. and all because of him. the groans aloud at the thought-- him being the(only) one making you feel this good, him brining you to your high so damn well. and he knows its selfish but a part of him wants to make you cum so good and so often that youre ruined for anyone else. so that the only fingers besides your own that you know could make you feel this good are his. the only tongue good enough for you? his.

it was like his cock and your cunt were made for each other... and that made him shiver in pleasure at the thought. you didnt miss the way he was like this, though. the way his pupils dilated and his jaw clenched at times like these were a tell tale sign.

Hes sloppy with his movements a bit but has just how you two like it. so wonderful he swears that if he could, he'd encapsulate the sounds and feelings that come from this and you and stuff himself full with it to delirium everyday. And if you could, you’d surely do the same. Especially with his grunts and whimpers. God you loved those.

His fingers were already fucking so deep inside you, like you could feel his fingers curl, almost, it feels like in your fucking guts. then, you think, imagine how otherworldly his rock hard cock would be. You can feel him grazing it up and down your thigh, trying not to make it too obvious but grinding his hard on into your plush skin none the les. He occasionally bumps into his own arm the more time goes on and the more desperate he’s getting with his movements. You bring the thigh he’s doing this to up a little further as he thrusts his fingers in and out of your pussy, you’re slick forming a thick ring around the base of his fingers, dripping deliciously onto his hand.

he breathes out a grunt, barely audible to either of you. And that’s when you couldn’t take it anymore. You tug at the waist and of his boxers, his warm abdomen on your knuckles. You look up at him and before you can get the words out he’s already begging “yeah— you can. Please—“ his words come out choppy, up and down in volume but you don't care. You slip them down, too wrapped up in him touching you and you about to touch him that you don’t get them any further than his thighs. The same thighs you have dreams about— dragging yourself on them till you cum with his big hands digging into your hips, sucking hickies on them as he lets out little sighs and as his hands don’t know where to go, the list goes on.

All you wanted was him a close to you as humanly possible, with your hand gripping the full weight of him and your thumb rubbing over, almost teasing his sensitive, leaking tip. You use your spit that's mixing with his precum to let you slide up and down the length of him. He rocks into your hand, same as you to his, trying to find release. And you start to get annoyed even though at this point hes flattened out his hand, your juices oozing out onto it as his palm rubs circles onto your clit.

His fingers are starting to go slower, and deeper if that was humanly possible. but thats not why you were getting annoyed-- kai, even with how he prettily threw his head back with an open mouth in pleasure and then forward again, grunting almost into your collarbone, the rest of him wasn't staying still. he was wriggling and writhing, uncoordinated thrusts into your hand and his have breathing make you lean in for a kiss and surprisingly your teeth don't clang together.

hes still moving around too much and you realize it'd be nearly impossible to get him to cum like this. So you bring you hand off him, ignoring, just for a moment, his whines in protest, chasing after your palm like how you just chased after his lips. You gently snap the elastic waistband against his abdomen as a reminder to calm down-- to get him focused again

At this point, the two of you are halfway sitting up and halfway laying down. Not the most comfortable position but you barely care as you can feel the beautiful pit in your stomach growing and he brings you closer to sweet relief. your mouth goes agape as he rubs you a little faster. You clench around his fingers and all he can think about is how tight you'd feel around him, creaming on his cock. Youre no better, though. with your thoughts of how big you'd know he'd be inside you, because lets be honest here, its not the laying on your side facing him thats making it hard to pump his dick.

You run your thumb along the vein on the underside of his cock and his legs still then quake. Your back arches into his touch. it's all getting too much for you-- you and him pleasuring the other with your hands at the same pace. and as your eyes flutter close because fuck, that face hes making is gonna make you cum if you keep on staring at it, you can feel it. almost like hes fucking into you for real; doesn't help that hes so close to your thighs either.

"I wan' you to cum for me. I love to hear you and feel you and--"

maybe hes rambling, but its cute none the less and that makes you regain full feeling and conciseness, now being able to will your hand to glide over his slippery cock faster, You feel yourself being tipped over the edge.

Your toes curl, his heart rate jumps as you let go of his dick, brining your hand to his wrist to hold him right where you need him. you couldn't focus on anything else at the moment, you felt like he was bringing your body to heaven-- like you were fucking ascending. His lips were on yours in a flash, kissing you like it was his last as you continue humping his palm to ease through your orgasm.

You cum with a muffled curse into his chest as you fall perfectly into him. you really are made for each other, huh?

"God, you look so beautiful when you cum. your face is buried in his collarbone and your hands-- they're gonna be the death of him tonight, hes sure of it. one's rubbing slow petel-in-the-breeze-soft circles on in wrist, and the other is over his heartbeat on his chest. it wasn't anything even that sexual if his dick wasn't out and his fingers weren't soiled with your cum.

you sink yourself deeper into his neck and chuckle. "Im guessing so beautiful that you dont even notice how I dropped your dick?" you blink at him, your lashes tickling his sensitive skin.

He can't even respond before youre kissing the mole on his neck, sucking a small mark there as he lets out little "ah-ah~" next to your ear, before moving up to the one on his jaw... then the one on the other side... then the next, and then next all while watching the little red mark on his neck fade until finally youre at the beginning of his chest. and now your hand his back on him and he feels like hes gonna actually die.

how did he deal with this before? maybe its the way the sheets smell all fresh and comforting, or the way his eyes are still drowsy with sleep and the perfect golden hour light hitting and warming the room just right, or maybe the way you were just around his fingers a moment ago... but whatever it was, he felt his release rapidly approaching.

You kiss him to swallow up the sounds hes making, knowing how his tip bumping against you, nearly tapping your pussy but catching your thighs, wet with your own cum and dampened with sweat is getting to be too much for him just as it was like for you a bit ago. he craved this maybe a little bit too much; your bodies melting together, becoming one. and he really can't hold it in anymore.

"I need-- just the tip, ok? I need to feel you around me. jus' the tip, thats all" his voice comes out with labored breathing and thats all you need to hear, sliding his tip in between your dripping folds. your hand stroking what you can't fit and dipping his head in and out of your hole. not much, just enough to get him addicted to the feeling. at this point hes doing most of the work for you; moving so that his cock slides up and down your cunt, and youre revealing in it as much as you are. with him smoothing over and rubbing your clit, giving you the satisfaction of some much needed friction and the beautiful full feeling of his cock-- even just a little bit is driving you crazy. and the overwhelming want to shove all of him into you, stuffing you full on him? otherworldly. making you have to physically stop yourself from fulfilling your want, no, need, to have him fully inside.

and the way your teeth poke out of your mouth as it opens in pleasure? he feels like hes basking, wishing to drown himself in your pussy. he kisses you urgently, like fire surges through him, pouring himself and his emotions out for you, spilling himself all over your hand as your slow down your strokes, dick throbbing in your hand. your pussy convulsing around noting as he comes down from his high.

The both of your breathing slows, his whines and grunts of pleasure turn into a smile as he looks into your eyes. he reaches over to the nightstand, effectively putting his chest in your face. He plops back down a second later with a couple tissues and grabs your wrist from under the blanket still and does his best to clean it off.

Its silent as he does this, but the good kind. not awkward or dead. but comfortable like it always is with him. it wasn't until then that the both of you realized how much he came. Yeah... he was gonna need another tissue. You peck his lips at the thought and sight but he starts to wonder how the fuck that happened. You really do do wonders to him, he thinks.

He finishes cleaning his own hand next then balls up the tissues before throwing them on the floor. they could be worried about later. he brings you close to him, all he ever wanted, really; to be close enough that his heartbeat syncs with yours and that he smell the sex coming off you... feel the warmth of your skin on his.

His hands find their rightful places at your hips and tummy. Youre almost nodding off again when--

"oh I forgot to ask you!" you nearly shriek at him "did you have any dreams?" the knowing smile that creeps up onto his face tells you all you need to know. "yeah... n' maybe they were about you..." he circles you waist and brings you closer, smirk on your face as he starts sucking on your neck. "oh? just maybe?" you try to keep your composure.

A/N: hope you enjoyed! if you did, please leave some love like comments or reblogs! and please send some asks-- both hard and soft hours are open!

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 9 days

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Work has been kicking my ass lately so as per usual the fic ik celebration of txts latest album is gonna be late! APRIL 20 2024

#tomorrow x together #ghost chatin

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 10 days

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out. <33

CRYING thank you 🫶🏼

#Ghosts asks #ghosts rambles

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 12 days

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tw//cnc, coercion

jisungie and coercion in a cnc roleplay scenario has been plaguing my mind for a while... he's all "please, baby? it hurts... i know you want it, too, right? i'll be quick.. promise"

"just the tip, please, baby. i promise. i love you. need you so much. you love me, too, right?"

which he immediately disobeys and slides right in, "why're you so wet, baby? you really wanted this, didn't you?"

"let me cum inside, babe. it belongs in this pussy, doesn't it? you know that."

if u have anything to add i might pass away but no pressure. ily ! i'm glad you're back:)

maesie it's so good to see you,, i hope you're doing well! and leaving such a treat in my inbox? yum <33

🏷️ han jisung x fem!reader. cw ; cnc, free use, breeding, pet names: baby, babe, doll ( 692 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

jisung gets so desperate when he's needy, and he's just a tad too big for you to not feel the sting without any prep of his fingers; the thought alone makes you wet at the most inconvenient times. so you and jisung came to an agreement: you get to use each other, wherever, whenever. but that doesn't mean it isn't fun to push back a little. feed into his recklessness.

"not now, babe," you manoeuvrer between the spice rack and the stove with jisung clinging to your back. "i'm trying to make dinner here."

"but i need you, baby. i love you. you love me too, right? i need you so bad. please, it hurts," he pleads, bulge pressing thick and heavy against your ass. "just lemme grind against you for a second then, yeah? i'll be quick."

he lifts your skirt and grabs your hips, hungry, fingers making indents in the flesh. his leaking cock slides between your thighs, rubbing against your clothed clit with every rock of his hips.

"that's my girl, so good for me, fuck— i can feel you throbbing trough your panties, baby." he kisses your shoulder, his grip on your hips becoming more insistent. "let me put it in, please? i need to feel your pretty cunt around me. just the tip, okay?"

"sung, the food —"

"dinner can wait," he slides your panties down to your knees and you instinctively push your hips back. the gentle but demanding press of his hand between your shoulder blades lowers you over the kitchen counter. his cock prods at your hole, clumsily in his need, catching on the rim a few times.

the knot in your stomach tightens at the prospect of him entering you raw. it isn't the first time but you know how much the pretense of it riles him up.

"n-no sungie, wait, not without a condom..."

"it's just the tip, baby. i'll pull out, i promise. god, this tiny pussy," jisung groans when your walls give way slowly for the thick head of his cock. you whimper at the burn, caught between the counter and his hips with nowhere to go but take it.

"i know, doll, i know." he soothes you with a kiss to your nape. you gasp when he sinks in deeper, the sting bleeding into a dull throb when he hits that sweet spot nestled between your walls. "'m sorry, shit — this pussy's sucking me right in, baby, i can't help it. want me that bad, huh? you're such a liar."

"'m not," you shake your head, cunt clenching around him at the same time.

"i can feel how wet you are, baby, i know you need this too." his hips slam into yours and he wraps an arm around your chest to lift you up, his long curls tickling your ear. "let me cum inside, babe, it belongs in this pussy, doesn't it? you know that."

his other hand's on your clit now, and you won't last long this way. you're too far gone to give him a proper answer so you shake your head again, stammering a chorus of pleas and moans as your orgasm quickly approaches.

"then why're you creaming on my cock, baby? this tight fucking pussy's begging to be bred," jisung groans, "knows who she belongs to. do you, baby? c'mon, tell me."

he forces his cock as deep as he can and you shudder, holding onto the counter top for dear life as he fucks you towards the peak of oversensitivity.

"y-you," you start to ramble, "it's all yours, sungie-ah, please..."

jisung leaves sloppy kisses all over your neck and shoulder, mumbling filthy words of praise into your skin. "best pussy in the whole freakin' world, gonna fill you up so good, baby, until it's dripping down your legs..."

he cums with a final gasp of your name, then holds you close for a moment. "thank you. i love you," he whispers into your hair, and you squeal in surprise when he spins you around and drops to his knees in front of you.

jisung laughs and presses a kiss to your mound. "dessert first."

#DEATH #DYING #AGHHH #going insane #skz smut #han smut #han jisung smut #ghosts reblogs

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 21 days

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beomgyu lookin so foin I had to change my pfp

#ghosts rambles #beomgyu had me fainting™️ (as always) on this one

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 23 days

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In celebration of txts new album I'll be posting a txt x reader hc fic later this month! The 17th OF APRIL 2024 I'M EXCITED ARE YOU

@itz-yerin

#ghost chatin #tomorrow x together #beomgyu x reader #soobin x reader #heuningkai x reader #teahyun x reader #yeonjun x reader

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shutupheathersorryheatherr · 23 days

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"Feeling bold"

Summery: This night could seem not so significant to others at face value. but to you two it was so so so much more-- being close is special for you two, more than anyone could know. and thats defiantly all the reason youre feeling so damn fluttery inside seeing him shirtless. though, it happens all the time. but you never get tired of it. approx: twenty minute read

warnings/info: kissing, lots of it, I dont think any swearing, suggestive here and there, readers shirt bunches up, jungsu is shirtless, reader is ogling, they cuddle a lot, reader gets a massage, Reader is gn!

A/n: this has been in my drafts for way too long. like, at least a year. I told a xh writer I was gonna write something about jungsu sleeping shirtless cause they made a post about how he apparently likes doing so a lot and here we are

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

His laugh rings so beautifully in your ears-- a soft, lovely sound that makes you feel all warm and comfortable. His presence is so grounded next to you. you look him in the eyes in the mirror and he feels like giggling. he swears, no matter how tired he was before it's all long forgotten now. you pep him up, leaving his grumpiness behind. And he'll never know just how you do it. but this special touch has effected him in more ways that one.

You rinse the remaining toothpaste out of your mouth and wait for him by the bathroom door until he does the same. you cross your warms under your chest and lean on the doorframe. "why were you taking so long, hm? couldn't stop staring?" you expected him to just laugh it off as he usually does but this time he nods. "caught me. youre just to beautiful." you press your lips together as he comes closer, caught off guard by his response.

He comes closer and pulls your flush with him with his arm circled around your waist. "sorry, im feeling bold." he says, eyebrows raised, but that classic cute smile makes you almost guilty for the knot tightening in your stomach at his words, pressure in your core and salivating. "oh? are you now." you trail two fingers up his clothed chest, dragging his white tee shirt with it.

He walks you out the doorframe of the bathroom, waddling with you to the kitchen. You just hand on to him like a koala-- him and his warm firm arms. "You forgot to get a glass of water," he pecks your forehead before you can complain because of his teasing ministrations. "I'll be out in a moment!" he lets go of you. simginly unaware of the affect he has had on you, cutely running back to the bathroom.

You wanted to stomp your feet and throw a tantrum. he was supposed to be here, with you, between your legs as youre propped up on the top of the table or counter. A part of you had hoped thats what he was walking you over there for. "Kim Jungsu!" you groan, hopping he'd get the point or at least not play dumb. "I won't be gone for long, love. you can wait a couple minutes right?" he chuckles, voice muffled by the door.

"I could but I dont wanna!" you playfully yell back, no longer frustrated just keyed up from the situation. You fill up your water canteen for next to walls bed. "Go climb in the bed, sweetie. your legs must be tired.... " he paused, "if you play with yourself just wait for me before you cum!" you roll your eyes at him though you know he can't see you.

"Nah, I think I'll just wait for you entirely." you call back

"even better" you hear from inside the bathroom. a moment later youre in yalls bedroom, making sure all your things are where they should be and about to hop into bed when Jungsu walks in. with the amount of times youve seen him shirtless especially before bed should mean you should be used to it now but quite the opposite happens tonight-- his shoulders and small waisted stomach catch you off guard. Smooth soft skin making you wanna touch it... or lick it... whatever he was down with.

You plop yourself on the side of the bed, hands behind you making your chest puff out a bit. You don't really remember why you sat down, you had every intention of staying more at his level. But entranced by the vallies and dips of his smooth tan skin, you has felt the need to sit down. Maybe it was your suddenly jelly bones at the sight of him, or maybe you subconsciously thought it was a better view there. Well, whatever I was it didn't matter now. You stood up to meet him, a warm feeling bubbling up inside you and yo hook two fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling him flush against you. Jungsu, forever calm, just lets you guid him, easily and malleable, he practically falls into you. Your thumb is rubbing circles on his hip bone, making him shiver.

When you finally finally lock lips with him your head starts spinning. He consumes you— his smell, his skin, his soft lips lifting from yours for a second to look into your eyes, only to give you a shy smile then peck your lips a couple times like he wasn’t just pouring all his passion into the kiss before. Your other hand moves to his lower back to push him closer to you before he grabs it in his own, lacing your fingers together as he places a gentle hand on your cheek. It’s so soft and sweet it makes you wanna melt right there. But the way he’s moving his lips with yours and nibbling on your bottom lip made you stay present.

You bring him with you as you lay down, still close enough to where you can hear each others rapid heart beat. You lay your palm flat on his stomach as he presses his kiss harder into your lips. And you’re just so sure that your heart skips a beat. Even though if it did actually happened you’d die. But really, you know you wouldn’t mind die right here. With the high he’s giving you. You’re both feeling giddy, on top of the word with him slotted between your thighs. Then he remembers… he can press his face closer to yours…. Because he doesn’t have his glasses on.

oh shit…

As much as he wishes to stay here quite literally forever, he leans away. You raise your eyebrows. He touches his face to make sure they're not there, because he'd hate for part from you for no reason. "I left my glasses in the kitchen…” he pushes with the arm that was holding him up away from you and gets up with a small sigh. You’ll have to admit, his pressure and warmth leaving your body felt almost like you were being depraved of water. “nooo don’t leave!" although you're smiling through your over exaggerated pout. he chuckles sweetly at your words "darling it’s to the other room” he smiles.

“there’s windows in there! You’re too handsome to be seen!” He dips his head to you and pecks your nose “you have me.” Then your cheek “all to yourself” he fully got up, you following his pretty back with your eyes, sitting up on your biceps and elbows.

now you could have just waited for him. you could have. but you were impatient. and the way he had just kissed you jolted you awake better than any amount of caffeine could ever do. hm, you though to yourself, as you wondered to him in the kitchen, maybe thats what I should start "taking" in the morning. You feel him before you see him-- Jungsu sweeping by you, grabbing your hand in the dim light and twirling you around him. hes got his glasses on again, a little lop sided cause of putting them on so fast but he looks cute none the less; peaceful smile on his face.

you breathe out a laugh through your nose, and hes hooked all over again. he locks his fingers with yours, twirling you again, loving the way a smile blooms on your face when he does. your heart rate is speed up. he doesn't say anything when he pauses for a second, your breathing rapid as he dips you. his sweet smile, eyes crinkled and cheeks puffed like marshmallows makes you short of breath and return the smile just as wide. he leans down, kissing you. you kiss back, it was short, not much longer than a peck. but somehow it made happiness sprout like a tall trees bud, growing quickly inside you.

He brings you up to his bare chest. he presses you against him. not really in a hug, not really not. just being close-- thats more than enough. you gaze at him as he beams at you, just for a moment. that is, until he brakes down and pecks your lips again, smiling into it. its shorter this time, but happiness bubbles inside you none the less. you wish your night shirt wasn't in between you, selfishly keeping his skin from yours. but his warmth enveloped you none the less, even with the chill in the room.

you ran your hands up and down his back and heh physically shivered in your touch. You felt the ridges and dips and vallys along his skin-- the expanse of his back and shoulders, soft like puddy in your hands, and his chest, warm addicting.

He doesn't know why he danced a little with you, or why hes getting the urge to do it again. it was probably the way you smiled or the little laugh you let out that he swears bloomed butterflies in his stomach. hes smiling wide, eyes soft as he interlocked his hands with yours and rocked back and forth to non existent romantic piano. he brought you back and forth to him a couple times-- stepping away then bringing the two of you closer again. and now youre flush with his chest again, fingers laced together tightly, hearts starting to beat in sync and breathing matching.

"lemme do it to you?" he asks once youve both climbed into bed, ghosting his hand over your back. You'd made him feel good with your hands up and down his back and he wanted to do the same for you. You agree and before he can do anything youre scooting up your sleep shirt to match him. "you want better access, no?" you smile devilishly at the man.

he gently turns you fully on your stomach, kneeing beside your ribcage. He can usually keep his composure, but now hes blushing. blushing from the tips of his ears to his turning-rosy-chest. it was cute, how he almost imitated a cat making biscuits on your back, knuckles pressing and moving just firmly enough to ease any tension in your back.

You make sounds of enjoyment- little moans and content sighs. he digs experienced thumbs and knuckles into the dips of your back-- under your shoulder blades, around your neck, rubbing gently along your sides and massaging your tail bone.

Once youre both done, he drags your sleep shirt, albeit slowly, back down your torso. he plops down next to you and scoots impossibly close. you dont mind, though, ultimately doing the same. you cuddle up to each other, feeling each others breathing and peaceful but excited heartbeats. your palms lays flat on his chest as the fingers connected to the arm your laying on rubs your arm where he can reach, causing goose bumps.

“I fell asleep on your arm last time” you remind him, lifting your head off his arm. he gently brings it right back where it was. “it’s ok. I’m just happy you fell asleep fine” “but—“ you try to say. he shuts you up by kissing your forehead “no buts! As long as it’s you, it’s alright with me” hes tired, you can tell, his eyes closed as he talks to you.

“your arm fell asleep last night!”

Your hand is draped over his lower torso. more specifically, his hips. and the way your thumb has been rubbing circles on his hips is not helping him with his overwhelming need to kiss the entire expanse of your body n' just take you into his mouth. a flash of you came into his mind behind his closed yes-- you earlier, and youre leaning on one leg and it’s distracting how hot but also cute you are.

“It’s ok!'' he responds, "Long as it’s you, sweetie! Now I’m tired let’s go to bed, please?” the tone, although tired, is so, so, so, sweet it melts you like sugar. he would hit you with his puppy eyes but he can barely open them and the room is too dark to see them shine. You nod on his chest as your breath puffs out little bits of air on his skin and try not to think too hard about how his warm, half naked body under you.

because really, thats all you two want, to be close.

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may have gotten myself into an interesting situation and VERY FANFIC situation with a guy I like ..… life is somehow good to me and bad to me for that one

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"Feeling bold"

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

"Nah, I think I'll just wait for you entirely." you call back

oh shit…

“your arm fell asleep last night!”

because really, thats all you two want, to be close.

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Entire Gaza population now 100 percent severely food insecure

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me whenever I see @itz-yerin with the little “mutuals” thingy pop up in my activity section:

#ghosts rambles #the lovely yerin

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"Somehow you make the 'city of love' even more romantic"

Summery: you and hyunjin go to Paris to escape the craziness that is y’all’s lives. For just the two of you. The trip goes even better than expected. aprox: probably a 30 min read

A/n: im actually kind proud of this fic! I feel like whenever I do a songfic it turns out so much better than I expected! there's def some misspellings in here so im sorry for that. also, if you see anything in () saying FIXXX THIS, or MORE STUFF FROM READERS POV, please ignore that lmao thats me leaving notes for editing me to fix some parts I think I weeded them all out but who knows.

Warnings/ info: smut, lets pretend in the first sex scene that he replaces the condom with a fresh one lmao, fucking from the side, fluffy, hyunjin spoils reader thats what this fic is heavily focused on, mentions of taking a flight, hyunjin has a daydream of plane sex, reader kinda teases hyunjin, lovby dovy stuff, cursing, mentions of people shipping hyunjin with another celebrity or something that isn't reader, so idol!hyunjin, never specified if reader is also well known or something like that but in a way I sorta wrote it like that? reader wears makeup has boobs and a vagina but gn pns are used! think thats it pls lmk!

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THIS IS SMUT! PLEASE HAVE AN AGE INDICATOR IN YOUR BLOG SAYING YOU ARE NOT A MINOR IF YOU ARENT OR ELSE I WILL BE BLOCKING YOU!!!!

Hyunjin thinks of you a lot. How could he possibly not? all the beautiful things of you— your favorite hairstyle on yourself, your favorite face he makes when he’s lost in the pleasure you’re giving him, whatever little things you liked and disliked. So in short, he often finds his mind wondering to thoughts of you. That’s what when he first went to Paris, a few years ago, even before you two where together he knew that was one of the places he wanted to take you. He knows is cliche but he revels in that. He doesn’t mind to admit how much he loves the cute cliches in romance. And how he loves using and spoiling you with them. Did you go stargazing? Of course multiple times. Has he spent more money on flowers (always with some sort of rose in the mix) loving the smile you have even when a single red rose is in your hands than he has spent on his clothes at this point? (That’s a lie but it’s a close second lol) absolutely. He liked making you feel special. But what he loves is you having every little thing you deserve and desire. So you getting spoiled all the time isn’t that new to you but this? You fucking freaked when he did this.

“I have one more thing…” she sly smile on his face tells you all you need to know. “Baby, you can’t be serious” you smile, shaking your head. And of fucking course he has to make a show of it— perfect hands slipping the pretty handmade red envelope from his bag. He slides it to you, across the dinner table. Way too far from him in your opinion. Hyunjin can’t hide his smile as you open it carefully. “Two tickets to— to Paris?! Hyunjin this is too much!” He looks deep into your eyes suddenly serious “this is always somewhere I knew I had to take you. I have a list of these places I want us to go to, ya know. Let’s pick a hotel, yeah? One that has bed down service and a pool and good food around it. I’ve already pulled up a few ideas.” You roll your eyes “of course you do” and yeah, he did. Each time he saw a pretty place while driving by, tasted a bite of good food he knew you’d like, or even something he’d seen in his imagination with you in the center, he’d knew he had to take you there, and promptly put it in his notes app under “places to take/ do with y/n”.

And you knew for a fact you wanted to go and would love it. Especially with him. But he continues. “It’d be so romantic too! Just imagine: you, me, Effil tower lights to our side…” he reaches over to grasp your hand in his. “Staying in bed all day… but I know I don’t have to convince you that much” “you’re honestly right.” You chuckled.

That laugh, he mused to himself. The way your cheeks puffed up and eyes twinkled-- he fears he won't be able to regain his breathing every time. "Alright," he smiles, "we can look for inspo when we get home, love." and that, you do. now, in youre respective comfortable clothes, house shoes on and full from the delicious dinner you two just went out for, y'all can be at peace to look.

but that peace didnt last as long as he had hoped when you two had the thought, "what better place to look for nice places to visit than instagram?" Both logged into your own accounts, you set to work. but funny enough you both stumbled into a post somehow along the lines of how some random person he stood next to at an event he was last at MUSTVE been dating. honestly, you'd both expected this kinda stuff at this point, but it dampened the mood none the less.

Hyunjin sensed something was wrong and puts his laptop down, scooting over to you and glances at your device. "I just saw something similar, darling." he drops his head on your shoulder in defeat. "I know it's not real but like seriously? they could've picked someone who you like had a conversation with" he laughs, "I know this wouldn't even make an sense." you tilt your head towards him, "It to fuckin random..." you trail off, "and I know it is... its just, I wish people would think about what they say before just rambling." youre facing noting in peticular now as he leans up to give you a peck on the cheek.

Normally you brush it off especially with an interaction so minor, but stupid shit like this has been happening a lot lately. and for whatever reason you keep seeing it. "I know, I know." he consoles, "honestly me too" duh you think to yourself, mentally hitting your own head because yeah! this has way more to do with him than it does you. it did center around a rumor about him didnt it? you heave a sigh. "God I feel is s--" he leans his body weight into you even more to cut you off as he shakes his head gently 'no'. he actually hates it when you talk down to yourself. "Hyunjin! stop--" you laugh, "Im gonna fall!" He gets off you. and you take up the offer when he gives you his hands to help you up.

"listen, we can't control-- I can't control what people say about me, you, and apparently some random person I only know thee first name off. But what I can control is how I act around you, how I treat you-- like royalty as you deserve, and try to make it so we have a" he searches for the right word, but none seem to express how wonderful he wanted this getaway to be for the two of you, "favorable, excellent, exceptional, b--" "ok ok now youre starting to sound like an English study book... but thank you, hyunjin. I want it to be exceptional too." He smiles quickly before practically staring into your soul as he grabs your hands.

"since this is the second time youve called me this-this foreign name, you should know by now, love, that I dont know a hyunjin." you roll your eyes. "ok fine, baby. Let's look for good places to eat then we can pick the hotel, hm?" he smiles at you, placed your hands in your lap then looked down at his screen, fingers flying on the keyboard. he flips it around for you to see the at least ten saved hotel websites linked on a note. "This one has a spa, this one is really pretty and has a view of the Eiffel Tower, and this ones restaurant is supposed to be really good." he points out. "looks like hotels first then." you beam.

and now, you’re flying seated next to him in first class looking over at the beautiful scenery bellow you two. In need of a little affection and attention from your wonderful soul, he brings a heavy hand up to rest on your knee, long thumb circles the plush skin of your lower thigh. A cute small gesture that makes the both of you smile, especially more so now that your hand on top of his. Soft warmth is what you’re gladly met with. His other hand folds over the both of yours and you chuckle.

“What are you, trying to make a 'go- team' go handshake?” He throws his head back in a snicker as you lean down to you carry on. He doesn’t even flinch when you ooze the thick cold lotion on his top hand. You knew he wan bound to ask you soon as he noticed anyways. So you quickly grasp that hand in yours and start massaging it into his skin making everything— even somehow his hand, flush with the same heat you were bringing to his cheeks.

he smiles at you, so lovingly focused on his hand. he can't help it-- the way his mind wonders to how it'd feel if you bring your hands to his chest, feeling him up to your hearts content then going lower and lower to his pelvic bone, rubbing your pretty hands there. or maybe you'd start with his thighs-- massaging lotion into them like how you were with his hands now. getting him all loopy and relaxed on the feeling before inching not so subtly up to his cock unfairly restrained in his pants. maybe you'd cup his growing bulge, or maybe he'd ask you to meet him in the bathroom before you could even get there. you were still in your airplane seats after all.

then ding of the sign saying passengers are allowed to get up only makes it worse for him. this was supposed to be something sweet on your end. a kind gesture. but the way youre playing with his fingers and wrapping yours around them, going up and down, up and down? its mesmerizing to him. surely at this point you know what youre doing right? suddenly, transported to perfect dreamland where youre able to have each other any moment of the day without either of you needing to worry about the time or place, he wonders if you'd let him do all this to you. of course, he'd start nice and innocent, like what youre doing to him-- beginning with your hands and massaging it into your cuticles. you'd smile and say thank you in that cute tone of yours. then he'd ask for you to turn over; your back needed some attention too, right?

he'd get behind you, pressing himself into your covered ass as your lift your shirt up for him. privacy screen drawn to the sides of you, there wasn't much to worry about. he'd get lower and lower until he asked you how much you wanted. "You can do more" fantasy you said to him, pressing your ass back against him. soon enough he'd help you flip over and he'd crawl in between your legs, thighs in his hands and--

"darling?" there's a smirk in your words as well as on your smug face. his palm was now squeezing your mid thigh. lost in his thoughts he didnt even realize that was what he was doing. "oh shit sorry love." he places it back on your knee and kisses your temple, laying his head on your shoulder, trying to now somehow conceal his growing boner. god, how did such a small thing from you cause him to get like this? he swears that even a simple word from you could cause him to go haywire. not that he minded.

Your first stop after dropping your bags off at the hotel was the nearest store to get a couple things. and somehow he made even taking turns pulling the little hand cart all cute and romantic. he has a nack for doing such things-- making the simplest of simple activities fun and memorable. you tell him this, maybe just a little distracted by how his hand gripped the can in each palm, evaluating which can of evaporated milk would be best. "I think being in a city like this really helps it a lot, hm?" he tells you. you hum back at him in response. not really a yes, and not really a no.

You and him make hot chocolate. thick, the French way, creamy, and perfectly sweet. though the hotel room you were staying at was plenty warm. lounging on the sofa with him, a warm cup in your hands, bak to his chest and his head on your shoulder, sleepily trying to talk away the jet lag with speak of noting in particular. you breath out a content sigh and its like he read your mind. "I almost feel like this is good enough," he says softly into your head, "all the things we had planned are great but, im just as happy only sitting here with you." "me too; is that bad?" you ask, leaning further into his leg to see him better.

"no, I know im amazing to be around." he jokes. "as am I, its perfectly normal to want to be around such an awesome person like myself 24/7" you joke back. "but seriously, this trip is about being together," he laces his free fingers with yours, "so as long as that happens im fine." "I thought you wanted--" he nuzzles further into you. "being with you is e-- more than enough."

And now youre agreeing, scooting up to kiss his plush lips, chocolate on his and your tongues alike. his lips are as sweet and addicting as sugar as you fully flip over, now practically laying on him. you pull away, leaving the both of you dazed. "That does not mean I wanna cancel plans, unless you want to. I still think going to these places would be cool." he looks offended at your words. "just 'cool'" he makes air quotes, looking utterly disgusted. he can't keep the front up for long though, a second later the both of you burst out laughing, nearly spilling your hot chocolate. "no, it'd be great." you smile.

you flip back over to your past spot and he quickly downs the last of his hot chocolate before asking you, "Why'd you leave. come back!" you smile to yourself, flipping back over once more to be on your stomach, facing him. youre about to place your mug down when he stops you. "no no. drink. if you put it down now then it'll get cold."

And hes right. cause the moment you place a now empty cup down on the table he pulls you to him. and once you feel your lips on his again you realize that yeah, you would've totally forgotten about the goodness inside that cup. your lips move against his, you taking the lead and setting agonizing and teasingly slow pace. not like the two of you mind that much; moments like these-- slow, passionate, mumbled love confessions inbetween intoxicating kisses? those are the types that make your heart race like it is now. chest to chest, his arms circled around your back and his fingers interlocked by your spine.

It sounded cheesy, really, but here it felt like your heartbeats fell so gracefully in sync. though it mightve just been how he wanted to mold himself to you. also, another thing he likes to do in moments like these-- try and be so close to each other that it felt like he was trying to fuse your bodies together. he was hugging you so so so tight to him and honestly, noting felt better in this world... at least not right now.

A moment later, the kisses getting sloppier and his back arching off the sofa because he just needed you closer, you pull away. "the blinds are already closed. why'r you--" you chuckle at him. "honey," you lean on the back cushion, "as much as I love being close to you, you gotta let me breath for a second before you suffocate me again!" you laugh. "im only suffocating you with love!" he says in a sing-song voice. "sure." your chuckle, flopping down on your side next to him.

He stares into to space for exactly two seconds, trying to seem unbothered and nonchalant, until he whips his head towards you. "can I kiss you now?" he asks. and thats when it hits youth his hand has never once left yours. "yes baby" you smile slightly, tilting your head, "you can kiss me now." his eyes light up like a Christmas tree and he pulls you by the hand to him, smashing his lips into yours, his breath stopping for a second. the kiss could rival that of the best romance authors descriptions.

One where, as always, he felt like you lips tasted like candy and could probably fix all his problems. and, and always with you, with your hand glued to his chest, breath caught in your throat, you felt yourself soar above the clouds.

it was like when you looked at him you were levitating. or maybe like a symphony goes off around the two of you and synths start to play their most dreamy tune, piano keys bounce and dance in a romantic piece made for just the two of you. or maybe the horizons expand but at the same time shift to narrow in on just him, or something. but whatever it was, you liked it.

And somehow you liked that feeling even more than the flavor of the food youre eating, downstairs for breakfast. you hear a little yelp coming from the left of you. of course, it was your man who was now laughing at himself for nearly spilling all his juice. you chuckle, it wasn't really all his fault, you know. you did have to peel him out of the bed just thirty minutes earlier. You had let the sleeping beauty rest for as long as you could, getting ready for the day after lounging around on your phone next to him for as long as you could.

He looked so cute-- flopped on his stomach with his forearms hidden underneath the pillow he laid his head on. But breakfast was going to stop serving in like an hour and you wanted to have enough time.

When he flutters his eyes open, you couldn't help but breath out a laugh through your nose. "heya, handsome!" and he, suddenly awake, beams right back at you.

The first day wasn't planned much; you two walked around the city here and there, window shopping and whatnot. although, you had to be careful with him cause to hyunjin, window shopping is more buying than looking and if he sees you linger on something for a moment too long then hes taking out his wallet to buy it. and as much as you told him he didnt have you he'd always say, "but I want to. you want them, right?" you glanced at the pair of shoes he was holding up, already walking the two of you to the line for checkout. you fell in love with them instantly but...

"yeah! but they're kinda e--" "uh uh uh" he ticks, "we dont talk like that around here." you laugh "so what, I can't even utter the word ex--" "shhhh" he smiles behind his finger to his lips. "you want them, so you'll have them. besides they're really pretty, they fit perfectly, and they look stunning on you. they'll go with those pants you bought last month." he shrugs. you smile, at him. he practically throws them in your hands and you get a little confused. "wait here for a second, I think I saw a belt I liked."

hes saying that halfway to make you feel better, like in a "see? im getting something too." kinda way, especially when he holds it up for you to see by the belt area. but it shows that he cares. and yeah, maybe that makes you feel all giddy inside. walking out with your purchases from the store, god you felt so special, and he was already planning outfits for the shoes to go with. you shove his shoulder, "thanks, baby." he playfully shoves you back, "youre very welcome. of course. they fit well." "and you know thats hard to find." the pep returns to you step at his words. "Youre right."

That night, when you two walked in and even after making the reservation together under that name for, quote: "kicks and giggles," it still made your heart jump beneath the silk clothing item you had on. the neckline and fit were perfect. almost too perfect because you felt like a deity in it. your breath catches, the host calling two people, both under the same last name to follow them to your table. you have to admit, it did sound... well, not so bad.

You two talked, you two stared, you two commented on the calming vibe and peaceful atmosphere of the place before finally, your food came. it wasn't like the wait was long or anything, but noting could distract you from his gaze, his lips, his perfect hands, his... everything. and that cute smile he gave you when asking if you wanted him to order for you didnt help one bit.

You gripped your fork, you smoothed out your clothing, you even excused yourself to the bathroom, but noting could stop you from replaying what had happened just an hour or two before in the hotel room,-- you were still reeling from that, and he defiantly noticed. he was too. how the hell could he not?

When you had your legs wrapped around his waist, him kissing your collar bone and playing with your boobs, hand trying to envelope them and your bra you were about to put on long forgotten. he likes to act all in charge and tough when you two are kissing-- flipping you down on the bed with him pressed on top of you. and he is!... for the time being, nibbling at your earlobe, marking bellow your collarbone. but really, hes always nearly crumbling, even on top of you. thats why most times without fail he ends up.. not really caving in cause this is how you both like it... but instead, giving into what feels more natural. being under you, telling you to fuck yourself on him... yeah he likes that, somehow even more then pressing his lips into yours and walking your backwards till your legs hit the edge of whatever surface he wants you to take him on.

Dont get me wrong youre both enjoying dinner greatly! but the way youre looking more frazzled by the second is making him bite his own tongue to stop him from asking you (albeit pathetically) to follow him to the bathroom. you might agree, you might not.

Thats not really what hes thinking of right now

What hes thinking of is how stupid of him it was to get the both of you all fired up right before starting to get ready. you switched it up on him sooner or later, leaning up to kiss at his neck like he was doing to yours a second ago. he turns to give you more access, catching a glimpse of the clock. "o-oh-" he tries to get out, "ah! baby, we gotta- uh- we gotta go soon." you shoot up, muttering profanities. as he hunts down the lipstick that started this whole mess. it fell out of your hand at some point and somehow you were so engrossed in each other neither of you can quite remember where. plus, they roll.

That stupid fucking thing is what. might make you late. but seriously, after seeing you put it on, he couldn't help but want to kiss you. so now... most of it was smeared around his moth. he pops his head up from underneath the bed, having found noting. "you look like a clown... and not in a good way." he laughs playfully at you. "have you seen yourself?" "youre right! im probably way worse. but--" his eyes land on the shiny runaway tube. he hands it to you with an exaggerated wink. "maybe wait to put any more on; we might mess it up again." you tilt your head in response, "smooth. though I think the color looks really good on you, dont ya think?" he checks his neck and face in the mirror again. "you marked me up so prettily, hm, baby?"

Those words echoed loud and clear in your head as you walked from the place. having made a silly little joke or two about what you really wanted for dessert. and although the opera cake was scrumptious, you weren't quite satisfied yet.

As you two were nearing the rental car, he spins you around to face him, making you let go of his arm you had linked with yours. He kisses you, so sweet soft and tender that it made what he says next make your head spin even more. "maybe we should finish what we started back there." you want to too, but you like messing with him. you where in an area where it was just dark and out of the way enough to feel comfortable doing all this.

"but we did finish at the hotel. we stopped." you hum, climbing into the passenger seat.

"mmmhm, but maybe we didnt quite..."

His gaze is what sets you off, looking at you so damn intently as he presses the start up button on the car. His finger doesn't even have time to leave the control before your lips were on his. Your lips locking, yours on top of his, his head tilts cutely to the side like it always does. Though, as the seconds pass, the car making it to the perfect temperature, the scene becomes far less cute than before... though lets be honest, did you ever want it to be?

Your hands move to the collar of his shirt, unbuttoning it quickly to run your hands down his chest. although it wasn't bare, and that bothered you a little. your fingers tangled in his hair like they were vines, drawing you in, lovingly capturing you with no hope of return. though you liked it that way; how he was all encompassing and thrilling, filling your senses like the flowers that bloomed from the vines that crawled up your body, consumed you, and ultimately gave you so much of him that you didnt know how to say thank you. dont get me wrong, it enveloped your senses better than his cologne did, but it didnt suffocate you, it hugged you, tenderly.

After what seems like an eternity later youre back at the hotel in your rooms and a second later he was kissing you. cupping your face and leaning his whole body weight into it.

a second later and he was kissing you. it was a bit messier and less coordinated than the ones in the car, when he hand barely got past your mid thigh and your fingers halfway down button up shirt till you figured it best to stop there and go to the room. honestly, it was really the last thing either of you needed-- to have a) the embarrassment of someone looking at you two in horror, since it was borderline explicit and this point, and b) have that same person circulate a video of it and it get blown out of proportion and you two get torn apart for it. it was something you didnt even want to think about.

Your teeth knock together, not enough to cause any real pain, but enough for the both of you to either smile or laugh into the others mouth. He tasted like the after dinner mint he had earlier and for some reason it made you pause, just to, for some reason, linger on that small feeling of togetherness it evoked out of you. Because now hes saying "you taste like the mint we cracked in half" he mumbles against you, feeling drunk on some feeling he can't quite place right now, but parting and looking into your eyes made it a whole lot clearer to him what it was. He was consumed by you, fully entranced by whatever you did and said, you were as intoxicating as a good scent but better. That little feeling of togetherness settled into your stomach when he said that, and you leaned in again, him kissing back in a second.

Neither of you really were aware of the surroundings-- the wall you two bumped in to, the feet you two tripped over which happened to be each others, or the corner somewhere you stubbed your stupid little toe on. which was when he decided to finally open his eyes. and oh shit, you two and ended up in the bedroom. it was like something was pulling you two there. and to be honestly, neither of you were mad. except for the stubbing the toe thing. you said it was fine ( that shit hurt way more than it needed to) but he nsisted helping you onto the bed. "Dont step on it for a minute." he suggests, where the two of you were heading not forgotten by him but he thought it would be better to take a second. "I mean, I wasn't planning too. even before this..." you flop down on your back, his fingers ended up being intertwined with yours-- something neither of you remember doing on purpose-- and you pulled him down with you.

as always.

You trace patterns on his bicep, now only in his tank top, his dress shirt discarded long ago on your clumsy trip to the bedroom. "I dont plan on leaving this bed for a while, you?" he shakes his head 'no' "me neither. as long as I can stay here I will." he lays on top of you for a moment before he tugs at your shirt, already hanging on with a wing and a prayer from your body. "its not fair you have more clothes on than I" he says with a a pout. you roll your eyes with a smile at him.

Not long later and--

" Just a bit more, baby! jus-" you huff out a heavy breath, a sigh of relief really when he gets closer to just where you need him, "just a little more?" he finishes for you, barely able to speak coherently himself. you squeeze your eye shut and let out a moan when he hits that perfect spot. "fuck-- mmm, love no" he nearly pleads, moaning at the sound of another moan being eased out of your throat "open youre pretty eyes.... please? need to see you. I need to look at you." I mean... since he asked so nicely....

You let out a squeak and at that moment his thrusts into your addicting cunt to meet yours slow, nearly coming to a halt. you like this fine as well, but right now you need something a bit harder and faster. his soft, nearly nonexistent thrusts aren't doing much. "am I going to fast baby?" "no no no why'r you slowing down?" you pant. "You sure?" you reach to grab his face, fingers dancing over his damp cheeks. "no" you nearly laugh, "of course not." his lips curve right back into that beautiful fucked out smile of his as he picks his pace right back up. meeting you halfway and practically drilling up into you. "Im so glad baby -ah- just wanna make you feel as good as youre making me feel." he got worried for a second there because if hes feeling like hes seeing god, stuffing your velvety walls and burring his cock deep inside them, then he must be accidentally selfish, right?

I mean, how could you-- or anyone-- feel as good as he is right now? youre perfect body weighing down on top of him and keeping him grounded-- well, as much as getting this loopy feeling that he is could allow for. "yeah? im making you feel good?" you lean down to kiss his lips, gentle and nearly ghosting his skin, before he responds. which you have do faster than lighting cause of how quickly he wants to tell you exactly how good he feels. "good isn't big enough of a feeling, baby." his words are a bit choppy, lost in the feeling of you clenching him tight, but you understand none the less. and it makes pride swell in your chest and a certain heat rise in your core.

fuck fuck fuck, how did he ever deal with this before? he can't fucking think. its just all so perfect-- you on top of him, hands on his chest. but it was more that than. it was how you smiled, leaning back and moaning a little when you ate the first bite of your food that night because oh my god you liked it. it was the way you asked for his honest opinion on which scent to wear tonight. it was the way you looked at him with loving eyes at the airport, excited for your trip, no matter that it was early in the morning.

It was the way he blew you a kiss from across the table this morning for breakfast and you pretended to catch it... then threw it on the floor than stomp on it, making the both of you laughing. it was the way that turned into you blowing one to him and him pretending to eat it for kicks. it was the way you asked him to blow you another to redeem yourself but he was already on it because well, this was the way he was choosing to express his overwhelming feelings of love to you. and you caught it again, but this time kissed your closed fist around his air kiss and tucked it away in your pocket. that and so much more is what made this moment perfect

It was honestly a miracle you two even stopped for a second to put a condom on because the way he had you feeling made you almost wanna forget about it. but the both of you realized at the same time that it'd be better to do so then not. You had almost never seen Hyunjin so passionate then when he was digging through his bag to find them, ferrel almost the way he was throwing things on the floor. it was amusing honestly, cartoon like.

"Hm? tell me more." you honestly can't resist. hes quick to answer this too, "ugh-- sendin me to fuckin heaven love. I dont think I can take much more before I cum again..." he sounds disappointed, cause really, he is. he just loves you so so so much and this was supposed to be about and for you, the whole trip, everything. sure, the both of y'all, but really, you. hes been trying to he can hold on and out for what feels like ever. but hes not done yet. hes made you cum but you'd be a fool to even think hes done with you.

You on the other hand, were loving it. the way his stomach contracted and squeezed under your touch. or the way he'd get this far away look in his eyes when you sunk down on him again. even the way his thumb would always smooth over the back of your hand whenever you'd hold his that night at dinner. just the way he treated you in general and how much care he took into every single little detail-- all of it made the experience so much better. it was perfect. "thats ok though! you can use me-- fuck me more, sit on my face, I dont care." hes grinning like a mad mad and you dont know what to think of that other than how much it makes your poor pussy fucking throb.

Thats pretty much what sets him off. he speeds up his thrusts, careful not to hurt you but his energy really running on empty now. you were close, and when he threw his head back , hitting the pillows you thought he'd slow down for a moment, trying to collect himself. but quite the difference he realized just what you needed-- fucking up into you with renewed vigor. his hands when on top of your on his chest, seeking more of your warmth. he didnt slow you down or stop you. so his orgasm hit him like a truck. even though he wasn't standing his knees buckled and he cried out for you, keeping his eyes on your body.

And use him you did. rocking yourself back and forth on his dick. it was beginning to be sensitive, making a burning sensation travel lower this face to his pelvic area. Your breathing got heavier by the second. and for some reason, a reason even he himself didnt understand he started babbling. It turned out to be too much for the both of you. You, relentless on his cock, and him, trying to help you to your orgasm, building up the speed once again. it help his movements but not his frozen brain that he was already almost completely hard again.

He planted his feet on the bed, trying to find some sort of stability for the both of you. and gipped your hips, not to hold you in place, but just to thrust himself up into you, harder this time, making you sigh and drop your body under the overwhelming weight you were feeling come crashing down on you. he noticed. "relax, baby." he soothed. and you actually you listened, laying nearly to chest to chest with him. he couldn't think about how deep he was inside you or else he'd probably blow his load again. he snaked his hand in-between your hot with flush bodies to rub at your clit. and that, coupled with the way he felt inside you, the way he tried to angle his thrusts to where he knew it'd get you damn near screaming his name?

It made you breath out a string of curses, hands ending up back fighting grasped in his, cumming hard with pants of his name in his ear. you flopped down on him. hyunjin still letting you hump his hand. you start to suck at his collar bone. more as a way to bring yourself back down to earth, a way of grounding you as it felt like just a second ago you were in outpace seeing stars. he still thrusts slowly, shallowly and softly in and out of you. for you, of course, it wasn't like he was also bringing himself to release at the feeling of his sensitive tip getting sqeezed, playing with himself by means of using your pussy like a toy.

You drew away at his grunt for you, hyunjin moving his head a little, free hand going to your lower back to bring you closer to him. "m' sorry, y/n. couldn't hold on any longer." he whines. the way you were still easing yourself out of your own pleasure, still using his hand. the way you seemed so fucked out on top of him. he really couldn't take it anymore you smile, youre a little surprised but kiss the spot you were sucking a second later when he noises die down.

Eventually you part, but not after you kissing his entire throat and his hand on your lower back became like a heating pad you didnt know you needed.

He taps your spine over your big shirt. "we should probably get up, right?" "we already did." you whined, very much engrossed in the new episode of a drama you two watched religiously that had just came out. he chuckles. "that was for breakfast, love. I mean for like--" "and here I thought I was the one who talked all the damn time during tv." you rolled your eyes though he couldn't see you. "I can hear the eyes roll in your voice, so sassy." he tisked. "yup," you sighed, "and you love me for it." he echoed your sigh. "that, I do."

That morning the two of you might've gotten an earlier start, actually getting up out of bed at a decent time and getting fully dressed to go downstairs... but it didn't last very long. hence the current situation, laying in bed, back in your nightclothes, watching tv for the past few hours and sleepily talking. neither of you were really beating yourselves up about it though. this was a vacation for a reason and you picked such a lovely hotel for a reason too. the sheets were soft, the room was that perfect cuddling temperature. everything was perfect... except one thing...

You laugh, "they can hear your stomach growling from downstairs." he shifts himself to look at you, craining his neck. "Well I can hear yours having an entire heavy metal concert and carnegie hall.". "do they even allow those there?" you wonderd aloud, still in a half asleep state. "ok then, the Sydney opera house." "again... that doesn't seem right to me that they'd have one there." "ok ok!" you smiles. "you get my point though." "fuck, that means we gotta get up." you groaned, already leaving his embrace. and for once he didnt complain. you make mention of that and to this he says, "well I gotta make sure my baby his well fed." "how else would I keep this figure?" you joke

The fourth day youre met with this scene:

He had something behind his back when the two of you got back to the hotel. the smirk he was wearing honestly scared you a bit cause it could've been anything you looked at earlier that day... and it was a lot...

He pulled the small box from behind him. your eyes widened at the thing, all wrapped nicely with the high end emblem on the front, blow somehow tied perfectly, not even a little bit lopsided. he was the type to make a joke where he put like a singular piece of gum inside a Prada box.but this seemed a bit different, his face didnt have that evil narrowing eyes to it. he pressed his lips together. "well take it!"

and you did, opening it carefully. you were deffintltey keeping this ribbon. and you were spreachless when you saw the contents of the box. "I saw you looking at them and I couldnt resist!" he shrugs. you nearly scream. and your ecstatic face was enough to prove to him that even after the money spent, you were completely worth it. he loved seeing you happy. it was his favorite thing in the world.

He noticed your relative silence besides the regular thanking of him. "im glad youre not saying you can't accept it. you deserve it." "ok but like you say about everything." you tell him. he clasps his hand over the one that had taken out the piece of jewelry from its box ever so carefully. it was something you always wanted. hes seen your eyes ponder over it for a while. now just seemed like the perfect time. it might've been as sign or something, he thinks, cause why else would it be right in from of you two on a trip none the less.

"but you do." you raise your head to look him in the eye at his words, "you do though. you deserve everything good. and if I can be a part of that by bringing you happiness her and there by buying something youve wanted, then of course im gonna do it." he wasn't like this all the time. just on days or weeks where hes decided he was going to make them all about you.. but still. you loved him all the same on any day.

That night was peaceful between the two of you. until he had gotten a little too good to resist. he wasn't even trying and somehow he still got to you. it was concerning, really, the affect even the simplest things that he did had on you. some of it was definitely the gift earlier. but as the night dragged on, you count help but notice his pretty hands. so big and so perfect. They'd do wonders to you for sure.

And it wasn't just the way he looked, sure that definitely made it all the more better because fuck you'd be stupid to deny how otherworldly he looks. but what really was most of it was how he made you feel-- like you were in another world, really. It consumed you with everything he does and transported you to a land far far away. away from worries and the torment of day to day life. a never ending summer, a getaway just like this one that he made life feel ike whenever he was in your presence, even when you thought of him, like a permanent vacation.

He made you feel so so so good. always knowing the right thing to say and it never helps when hes doing the things hes doing now. like treating you like royalty, with a trip , waiting on you hand and foot, the spa trips he booked for the two of you because "I have no idea what all these things it comes with do but what better way to have a date?" you remembered he said, looking down at his cumputer screen as he put balls info down to schedule.

You laugh and he says, "like yes please put snail juices on me or whatever." now that made you perk up. "we're doing what now?" you climb over to him. "Hey, that snail facial product brand has snail slime in it." "I know that but at least it's in the bottle and I can pretend it doesn't exist." "so actually booking something and having someone call out 'y/n' follow me for your snail juice treatment' is too much?" you chuckle at him. "yes, yes it is. I dont wanna think about it." "well fine then. you can get the..." he scanned down the list of treatments they did there "the hay bath and I-- as someone who doesn't care so god damn much about the process and more about the outcome... will get the snail juice treatment."

you fake gag at the words. "ignoring the dried grass bath. no, no, I think its the way youre saying 'snail juice'" "how else am I supposed to say it then!" he smiles, voice raising. "literally anything other than snail juice. like listen to yourself!" "thats what it is though..." he snickers. "god youre so..." you narrow your eyes at the man.

The memory is as fresh as ever in your brain. it made you smile just as bright as back then. then you looked over at Hyunjin; big mistake. the wy he was so focused. yeh sure it was because he was trying to get the package of shower lavender he bought for bedtime open. but with his eyebrows creased and his teeth clenched, god he looked so hot.

You whine his name. and at first he doesn't sense anything out of the ordinary. he didn't even look up. it wasn't until you did it a second time a little more dramatic that he locked eyes with you. "yes, love?" fuck, you nearly moan at the nickname. hes says it all the time, but now it felt entirely different, sending a shiver up your spine at the tone. his hand goes to his chin, fingers gracing over his pretty mouth, innocent white painted nails dipping into his mouth and drawing you further in.

He cocks his head. "you need something?" he knew you did. that fucker. "come and fine out?" he swallows at your words. he didnt expect it to go this far. shit, he wasn't ready for this. he hopes you dont see his gulp but well, now you know you broken him. "is that a uh-- question?" honestly, you were just being polite, seeing his eyes turn hazy and lustful told you all you needed to know: he wanted you just as bad as you wanted him.

He stumbles out of the dining table chair, not even pushing it in. god, he can't get to you fast enough. you barely have a second to breathe when he dives into the space between your hung open legs, one resting on the back of the sofa. he tries to keep himself put supported and halfway off you, even with the little to no room on the sofa with the blankets and pillows surrounding you.

You take the opportunity to cage him in with your thighs, ankles immediately locking at his spine. he takes your phone gently out of your hand, never once breaking intense eye contact that somehow makes everything else in the room but him and you float away, and places it on the coffee table. he needs your hands fully on him, noting in the way. but as much as he wants to strip each other bare right here and now, your lips look even more inviting.

You lean up to meet him halfway when he closes in on you. his lips are plush as ever. and he groans into your mouth the second he feels it on his. the sound makes you involuntarily push your heels deeper into his back, making his needy dick rub so fucking close to where you desperately need him. the kiss picks up speed in a matter of seconds. your tongue licking into his mouth, asking for permission, before he grinds into you again, this time on purpose and opening his mouth in a sigh.

He tasted like the coffee and hazelnut creamer he just had been drinking a moment earlier. sweet like the kiss and bitter like how you knew eventually you'd have to pull apart. your fingers go up to run though his silken hair, pulling him closer to you in the process, pressing him harder to your lips. he pulls away for a minute, both of of you breathing heavy from the excitement, still so so close. he searches your eyes for what he doesn't know until you tell him to kiss you again.

When he does warmth blooms in your chest, a coil forming in your abdomen already from the dizzying effect he had on you. he deepened the kiss, leaning more of his body weight on you. grinding slowly on your heated core. much like how he was trying to pour himself out on the table for you right then and there. give you everything you wanted-- it was all there for you to take. all of him. and it seemed like you got his message as you slowly started to lean up just enough to lift your shirt above your head. and hyunjin follows suit.

Now with an extra unwanted layer removed it's still not enough. so the pants go off next. sadly you did actually have to part lips for this one. they get thrown into the ever growing clothes pile by the foot of the sofa. youre both left in just your under where, both of you on your knees on the sofa as you start to play with the band of his boxers.

He chuckles when you dip your thumb underneath the fabric. "what took you so long?" he mumbles sweetly. and you giggle just before his hand goes to your shoulder to tug you skin to skin with him, lips locked in another kiss. this time immediately deeper. hyunjin smiling against you as he plants hard and long peck after hard and long peck on your mouth. almost like hes punctuating words in a sentence.

He leans back and brings you with him and a few more of your fingers slip underneath his boxer band and stay there this time. his smile falters for a second to try to regain his sanity. when you wiggle them off hes already nearly moaning for you.

You pump him a couple times, smearing the saliva you made him spit into your hand all over his hard cock-- long and curved perfectly for you. he breaths out a content sigh at your actions. and soon enough, the pillows thrown to the floor along with your under where bottoms, hes slotted snuggly inbetween your plush thighs. your grasp his hips, laying beside him so fucking close that well, he just had to nestle into you like this. you pull his hips towards you, helping him fuck your thighs. he falls away from your mouth, his hanging open as saliva pools to inside to the point where it nearly spills out the corners the more he leans to the side.

Hes so close to your clit you can feel the heat as he throws his head back. it doesn't help that your thighs are slicked with sweat, his dick is coated in saliva and precum, and your wet n nearly dripping pussy is right above him. he angles himself a bit higher, rubbing up and down onto you now. catching your swelling clit with every thrust. your eyes roll into the back of your head at the sensation. "fuck~" you draw out the vowel, the middle of the word taking up most of your remanding patchy breath. "fuck right there." you moan

The sounds youre making spur him on, parting your thighs just a bit with one hand to get better leverage to grind himself a bit harder on you. a hand goes to cup his face, needing his warm lips back on yours. You move his hand away but hes stubborn. "youve been treating me so good, baby. lemme take care of you." you tell more than ask. cause knowing him he'll flip what was supposed to be focused all on pleasuring him on you in a blink of an eye.

He presses himself into you harder, your thighs back to her original position now, forgotten behind heated kisses. but your moans just as loud for him as before. you know he wants more, needs more. and so do you. but it was fun watching him squirm for a moment like you knew he was itching to. "nnhnnggg! need you--" and before you could say "you have me" he says "need to cum." he pouts. from the loss of your lips on his or from only having your thighs he does not know. "aw, but you can." he buries his face into your chest, kissing the top of your breast. "no no I--" his own groan of pleasure cuts him off. "no no love," you console, "just wait another minute, you know it'll be better if you hold out. you can do it baby, know you can." you punctuate this with tapping your nose against his, just the little extra spark of love he needs. and with another long minute of guided thrusts, cock rubbing up against your wet cunt, hes cumming with whispers of your name, holding onto you impossibly tight. making the cutest "ah, ah, ah~" sounds.

And somehow, before he can even catch his breath hes asking if he can spread your legs like before. "mmhm." you told him, "please do." He groans at your words, you giving his cock a few more pumps. squeezing him tight and letting him lick your fist to meet your movements. you roll your hand around his tip, really trying to focus there where you know hes most sensitive as he starts to rub at your clit how he knows you like it.

He tries to keep his focus on you, eventually having to remove your hand from him to give you what he knows your want. and after quick stuffing himself back into his under where to get a condom, telling you to "keep playing with yourself, baby? ill be right back. want you to be nice and wet for me, hm?" he didnt have to tell you twice, getting immediately into your favorite position to best pleasure yourself, focusing on your clit.

He came back to a beautiful sight-- you humping and grinding, sticking the tip of your middle finger experimentally into your hole. as much as he could've keep watching, he comes up back on the sofa, condom freshly put on, to finish what hes started with you. he puts you back in your previous position with your back flush with the sofa cushions and gently moves your hand away from your hole. now the both of you are working you to orgasm. he pushes a finger in, hooking it perfectly, pumping slowly as you work on your clit until you kick your feet and whine "fuck-- I-I need another--"

"As you wish." he smiles, now moving your hand completely away. he needs to touch you so so so bad. maybe hes selfish for that, but you dont really mind as his hand moves on your clit faster, making you writhe in place and arch towards him. needing more more more. he hooks two fingers in now, stretching you open. you kiss him, deep and secure as he fucks his fingers into you just right.

A moment later and youre cumming with a content sigh. but a moment later still youre telling him to give you more. he keeps your legs spread for him, just enough so he can stuff you full of him. god, hes so fucking deep inside you you can't even speak. he bites gently, almost a nibble, into your collarbone to ground himself as be bottoms out inside you.

The second you start feeling up his pretty n soft sides hes thrusting into you, giving you everything he has like that kiss earlier. and then he kisses you, just like before, so deep and good and passion ate, trying to never leave your lips as he fucks into you with slow, deep thrusts. his hand never leaves your clit, and with him buried inside you, giving you that stuffed full feeling youve been craving? youre quickly brought to orgasm right along side him. and god, he doesn't think he'll ever be able to get the way your thighs felt clenched around his hips when you came out of his mind. but quite frankly, he doesn't want to.

"What was the restaurant you wanted to specially go to tonight? was it that good last time you came here?" you asked him, it was the last full day on the relaxing but somehow also kinda full trip of little outings you two did in-between then and now. there were things you two didnt get to do but hey, that always gives y'all an excuse to go back. it wasn't disappointed, it was beautiful how closer it brought you two together.

"figured we end the trip on a bang."

you laugh like an immature child, "what do you mean by that." his nose scrunches up in a grin. "well I could mean a lot of things but for now..." he puts the hair drier down on the bathroom countertop, leaping on the bed and crawling over your body, pretty much caging you in with his long limbs. he pecks your nose, then your forehead. "you perv--" he says with a sweet smile. "no better than you!" you retort. he rolls his eyes, "as I was saying, when first came here I saw this place and knew I had to take you-- so we could experience it first together-- it would be a crime not to." and with another kiss on your forehead, hes off back to the bathroom countertop.

You two went to see the Eiffel tower and kissed with the lights all bright behind you, just like he said he wanted to, that night, before driving back to the hotel to finish packing up to leave. and after many museum outings where you tried and sometimes understood when he explained the paintings to you, or the trips to fresh markets you two took, the Luxembourg gardens with its tall trees and shaded passageways. all these memories, some encapsulated in pictures that you made a shared album for entitled "traveling with <3" -- they all belonged to just the two of you. nobody else, just us, you thought.

"Hm," he wondered aloud on the plane back next to you, "this photo album isn't filled up enough. when's our next rip?" he smiles. you return the grin. "smooth." you comment, "lets check when we both can we free for a while, yeah? ill buy my own--" he shakes his head so hard his hair is flying into his face. "nope! dont even think about it!" he laughs. "fine" you shrug. he looks at you expectantly and blinks.

"Well what are you waiting for? go check your calendar on your phone!" "isn't it a little weird to be making plans for another trip while literally coming back for one?" "no no, its all good. I started making plans for this one with you while still in Paris the first time." youre taken aback, but somehow not really surprised. you pull out your phone to check your calendar with a smile.

In the end, you wished you could've stayed longer but well, the real world, one not just existing of just the two of you awaits. but one things for sure: your love had to have been better than the greats. it had to have been-- to make something already so wonderful feel so extraordinary. better than Darius and Nina, or Romeo and Juliet. really, something that would go down for the ages. at least with the two of you. like a rose that bloomed with both your hands cupping the petals, shielding the precious thing from the elements-- the cold, the wind, the snow that threatens its life. but its just for the two of you. something you could write poems about, and believe me, the both of you did.

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"Birthday days"

Summery: a short Beomgyu x reader fic in celebration of his birthday! you two start celebrating a day early and its adorable and heartwarming-- the love between you two really shows. The type of love you give each other— whole heartedly and true. The playfulness and newness you too still have… all these things are all that matters approx: fifteen minute read

warningz/ info: kissing, established relationship, some cursing here and there, talking of food. reader gives beomgyu a bit of tough love and he loves it. reader is gn! and they cuddle. think thats about it! lemme know if I missed anything as always!

A/n: ok I know (or at least I hope) that beomgyu doesn’t see this but happy birthday you talented-in-literally-everything man! i think this is my first birthday fic but ugh he deserves the title lmao because in the words of that one song from destiny's child: I WANNA CARE FOR UUUU MAKE YOU DINNER AND DESSERT PUT YOUR DEWRAG ONNNN

~this is simply a piece of fiction. My imagination onto “paper.” This is in no way is mean to be taken as an actual and real representation of anyone.~

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You snort out a genuine laugh as he presses his nose into your neck. and he feels as if he was made to make you do so and to hear it. whatever you two were talking about before slips your mind as you ease into a comfortable silence with him. as talkative as the man currently breathing onto your neck is, it wasn't something you got often.

The silence is quickly filled, though, when he pokes his slimy little tongue out to lick your neck. You shrink back and laugh out a scream. "ah!" you laugh, "ew beomgyu! thats disgust-- get off--" he hums, arms trapping you to him, reveling in your body warmth as he was only in boxers and a sleep shirt. this was supposed to be a very special but normal none the less night before his birthday... full love, kisses, and good food. but of course neither of you could hold fast to that. you knew it from the beginning anyways

Thats when it happens-- he nips at your neck and you nearly squeal. "Beomgyu!" he doesn't say anything. then he goes for your collarbone. not enough to leave a mark but enough to get you smiling at him, his hair brushing your cheek as he pins you to him, legs tangled with his even though you two are standing. "Lemme go, Beomgyu!"

"I don't know a Beomgyu! I'll let you go if you say the right name and address me correctly!" you roll your eyes and scratch up his back. he shivers in the best way possible as you smile. "Can you let me go now... beom?" he huffs into your ear, but releases his grip a bit none the less. "... I'll except it..." you peel yourself away from him to look him in his pretty deep brown eyes. "what else would you have liked, you big baby?" you tease. he was so spoiled, but he was right, you barely ever call him by his actual name anymore. at least not in private. it soon shifting into terms of endearment. and even before you were together, you always had some sort of nickname or term to address him with.

"Baby would've been nice...." he fake sulks, "love, darling, honey, handsome, your treasure, light in your life. anything, really." you glance over at the clock. "Sure” you roll your eyes, “anything. we need to try to get to sleep, baby." he pouts, and all you feel like doing is kissing those lips until both of yours are numb. but he only grips you tighter at your bedrooms door, halfway in the hallway.

"Nope! I wanna hug hola bit more. and dont be so mean! its my birthday after all."

You smile into his hair as he finds his face nuzzled back into your neck. "Not for another five minutes its not." you chuckled. you two were joking, of course. you always liked to start celebrating each others birthdays as early as can be. and this time it just so happened to be at tonights dinner.

"Fine fine," he grins, "can I hug you all I want once it hits midnight?" he bargains. you playfully scoff. "I would barely consider this hugging." he puffs out warm air onto your neck and kisses the places he wiped at before, adding on your throat to peck. "But youve got yourself a deal."

You climb into bed, Beomgyu following you closely behind. You pull he covers up to your chin, settling into your designated spot as he does the to his (basically meaning wherever was right next to you) You turn to him, fully expected one of his teasing facing at you under the dim light, ready to do your nightly sleepy talk. he surprises you with his quick seriousness though.

"Happy anniversary." he pecks your lips, truly never being able to stay away from them for long.

It had been a full year since you'd confessed your true feelings for him on guess what? the night before his birthday. you hadn't planned on in much, but you knew you wanted to do it when the time felt right and had wanted to for a while. you were sure he had a thing for you too-- the way the air with him was always thick and slow moving as molasses told you quite enough. the little gremlin actually whined when you'd brought it up. "I was gonna say it your next birthday!" you simply laughed at him at the time. "well, you were taking too long." then it started what had to have been your first "argument" as a couple-- who was gonna take who out first.

"What about I take you out..." you remember him crawling closer to you on the floor, now in between you legs, "tomorrow, hm?" you chuckled. "dude!" you put a hand to your head and massaged your temples, so this was how it was gonna be? you just had to pick him? "its your birthday tomorrow!" He gets this dumb look on his face, eyes wide. "oh.... " "yeah 'oh'!" you shout at him, "its supposed to be about you!" "it can be about you too...! about us!"

He then tells you hes gonna confess to you your next birthday to make up for it. your first "argument" as a couple was interesting. and when you tell him that his face turns a shade red enough to challenge any tomato. "we're a couple?" he blinks, small smile hidden behind his lips. "you wanna be?" he lets his smile bloom in full and nods his head so fast you wonder how the boy isn't dizzy.

But what makes you dizzy is how long ago that all was. it felt like just yesterday you had kissed him for the first time, caught in between not letting go and and curling into yourself like a turtle to hide your beaming smile. you still felt the giddiness of it all as if this was your first week together. hm, you think, some things might never change. and to be honest, you were ok with that if it was this.

You two felt comfortable, haven fallen into a good routine like youve been together for ages. and sometimes it did feel like that even though it had only been a year. because of how god damn close you were before then. so close that sometimes you'd get teased that you looked like a couple. but even with all this, there was never a dull moment. somehow you two made everything into a new experience. a new good memory. it was never boring, even laying with him here in silence.

Oh... wait... in silence! you suddenly remembered that you hadn't responded to him yet, just staring at him. once you focus more on his face hes got his eyebrow raised and a knowing smile on his face, shaking his head slightly. "happy anniversary, my love." and you dont give him even a second to complain and whine about why you didnt call him that sooner before you scoot closer to him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and swinging a leg over his hips. you glance at the time quickly. yup "And happy birthday."

You didn’t know what it was, or maybe you did because you loved him. But nonetheless the you the strongest magnetic pull towards him. Never before have you felt the way you do now. You think you’ll remember this night forever. Next to you, already half asleep, beomgyus thinking the same thing. And that no mater where you two were in life you’d have each other to just be happy with. Cause that’s the feeling among other wonderful ones that you brought each other— unbridled happiness.

And you two stay like this, until your breathing slowly matches and you drift into what was probably the same dream about the year before.... only slightly interrupted with a bear with a party hat but we won't talk about that.

The next morning and youve rushed around enough, making everything just right for your adoring boyfriend for the entire next five to seven business days. it was quite a bit of preparation, especially since you didnt wanna bang shit around and wake him up, but you feel accomplished none the less, hoping he'll like it.

Youve prepare quite the spread of his favorite breakfast items, all cooked and seasoned to perfection. as youre admiring your work, you hear a groan from the bedroom, beomgyu opening the door you shut gently earlier. hes rubbing his eyes and pouting, such a cute sight that all you wanna do so litter him with kisses. "What'r you doin?" he stands there, swaying back and forth because of the morning cold that's hit him. "I woke up and you weren't there. I wanted to hold you." hes a bit groggy but his senses are slowly coming to him and a wide smile graces his face, tops of his cheeks poking under his eyes.

You jog over to him, hands at your sides. and grab him by the shoulders, turning him in front of you and leading him to the breakfast table. he stops you and puts his hands on your shoulders, mimicking you, sly smile on his face. you stop in your tracks. "im sorry I wasn't there when--" "its ok and I thank you. but come to bed after we enjoy? just for another ten minutes. I didnt realize how much I missed morning cuddles with you." his eyes were more open now, he was more alert, but having him say that just put both of you into relaxation mode. "sure thing, baby." you smile at him. fuck he was so cute it didnt even make sense.

His sock clad feel pitter padder on the floor and you plop him down and he protests. "y-you you made all this?" he sounds a mixture of surprised and touched, though what else was he to expect? he knew you'd try to make this day the best ever-- even from the start. "this is too much. thank you but--" you put an eating utensil in his hand. "just try it please." he takes a bite of the thing closest to him., then another, than another. he makes a couple sounds of enjoyment then turns to you. "why'd you do all this?"

"I wanted you to love it! duh! im gonna make this day perfect for you and you better not expect anything less!" you yell and he chuckles. it was funny, just like the years past, especially last year, here you were, yelling sweet lovely things at him. tough love that made him gooey on the inside... and outside most of the time. he Stands up so quickly you barely have time to say that he better go sit down before his breakfast gets cold and to go enjoy his food.

He puts a firm but very gentle hand on where your neck and head meet thumb rubbing circles on your lower cheek. looks deep into your eyes then kisses you. "I love it, baby. thank you, really. it's all too much. come sit and enjoy it with me." he never fails to amaze you with how he can go from this goofball to something that makes your knees weaker than anything else he does, wanting to melt into him.

You sit next to him as always, knees touching in a way that somehow made two grown peoples hearts flutter like it was the first time. he sets down his utensil next to his plate, knowing better than to set down your hand and distract you from your food. he leans closer to you and kisses your cheek, an act so small and innocent but meaning so so so much to express his love and gratitude. you smile and he kisses closer to the apple of your cheek again, and again, and again.

Now hes barely leaving your skin before he goes in for another one, nose bumping into you and yeah, maybe the window is open but he doesn't really care if the neighbors are out. each little kiss on your cheek makes a small sound that makes you smile even wider. and here you two are, his birthday but you both are giddy as he keeps pecking your cheek over, over, and over. the food can wait another minute, the expressions of love an adoration are all that matters.

~end~

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where they would take you for a date

pairings: ot5xafab!reader warnings: none, pure fluff, taehyun's might be a littleeee suggestive toward the end.

YEONJUN – market date

loves to spoil you, and what better way to do it than to go out shopping?

he takes you to a large market with various small stands containing everything from food to clothes, jewelry, furniture, flowers and perfumes.

lets you pick anything and everything you want.

will buy anything your eyes linger on for a little too long without you having to ask.

a big fan of getting matching things for the two of you, whether it be clothes or accessories, he wants it all.

The small town square is crowded with people as they all move around the various small stands. Latched on to your boyfriend’s side, Yeonjun swiftly maneuvers you through the crowd. His arms are already filled with bags full of clothes and jewelry as well as a bouquet of flowers that he had insisted on getting you, his words, “you like pink, these are pink, i’m getting them for you”.

A particularly small stand appears in front of you, the small table is filled with pearly bracelets and necklaces, glinting in the sun they immediately catch your attention. An elderly woman appears to be running the stand and she looks up as the two of you approach her. Giving you a warm welcome as Yeonjun goes on to make small talk with her while you look through the wide range of jewelry she had to offer. It always amazed you how easy and naturally your boyfriend could connect with people, it was something you greatly admired him for.

Your hands graze along a section of chunkier bracelets, they were decorated with pink gems in all shades. Yeonjun is quick to notice your gaze, “you want em’?” he asks, already bringing out his wallet. You shake your head, “I… I don’t know yet, I mean I like them..” you say somewhat hesitantly, he had already spent so much on you today. “They are pretty indeed”, the elderly lady said, “they would suit you well”. Your boyfriend is quick to agree and you consider it for a moment before nodding, “alright..”.

Your gaze wanders over a couple of earrings along with a few necklaces, not going unnoticed by Yeonjun who is quick to point at them and ask their price. The woman chuckles “you might as well buy your lady the whole table at this rate”, Yeonjun raises his eyebrows, “that’s possible?” You’re quick to give his shoulder a slap, “don’t be ridiculous”. You end up getting a pair of flower earrings along with matching necklaces as well. On the way back your boyfriend complains about you not letting him go through with buying the whole table of jewellery to which you make him know that he’s utterly stupid sometimes, though you still love him.

SOOBIN – movie date

very much a classic type of guy, so he takes you to the movies at least once a month.

he’s not always talkative and much prefers to sit in a comfortable silence with you as you enjoy a movie together.

100% pretends to yawn so that he can swing an arm around your shoulders, will continue to do this no matter how long you guys have dated.

plays with your hair and feeds you popcorn.

steals glances at you whenever he thinks you’re not looking, probably misses half the movie because he’s so busy staring at you.

Popcorn and drink in hand the two of you make your way down the aisles of the movie theater. Finding your usual favorite seats somewhere in the middle. Not even halfway through the commercials and half of your popcorn is gone. “You won’t have anything left for the movie if you keep that up”, Soobin comments, earning him a sharp glare from you. Your boyfriend clears his throat as he rubs the back of his neck, “I- I’ll go get us some more of course..” You smile and give his cheek a quick peck, “thank you, baby”.

It’s about five minutes into the movie when Soobin realizes it’s a horror movie you’ve gotten him to watch with you. The first jumpscare has him practically flying out of his seat and you have to fight to hold back the laugh threatening to consume you. “I thought you said it was an.. an action movie!” he exclaims and you roll your eyes, “well…it sort of has action in it”. Soobin shakes his head, “this is not the kind of action I can stomach”, he says, you glance over at him and he looks almost as if he’s about to throw up, you do feel a little bad.

Trying to soothe the damage you’ve caused you occasionally pretend to jump at the most obvious scares. Hiding your face in your boyfriend’s neck as you pull him closer. The small smile on Soobin’s face when you hug yourself closer to him makes it all worth it though. His long fingers thread through your hair softly as he makes small disgusted comments about the gore of the movie. You think it’s funny how different tastes the two of you have when it comes to movies, one thing you share though, the love for the cinematic experience. Despite the movie having his stomach almost turn on itself Soobin would’ve sat through a hundred movies like this one as long as he had you by his side.

BEOMGYU – guitar date

beomgyu prefers to stay in rather than going out while he shows you the music he’s been working on.

invites you over to his place, you guys order food and eat it on his bed before he brings out his guitar.

plays everything from your favorite songs to short chords of pieces he’s made for you.

might teach you how to play a string or two if you ask.

on rare occasions he sings to you as well.

Dressed in pajamas you sit on your boyfriend’s bed as a soft tune fills the room. Beomgyu sits in front of you, guitar propped up on one of his knees as his fingers graze along the strings. His hair falls down over his face as he concentrates on the instrument in front of him, quietly humming along. The gentle song makes you drowsy and you struggle to keep your eyes open.

Laying down on the mattress you look up at your boyfriend who gives you a puzzled look. “..keep playing..”, you mumble as your eyes flutter closed. Beomgyu chuckles above you as he readjusts his fingers on the guitar, playing a different song this time. You don’t recognize the melody, it’s pleasant, slow, calm but filled with something you can’t entirely place. “This is a new one..” you say without opening your eyes. Beomgyu hums, “it’s a lullaby”.

You open one of your eyes to squint up at him, “a lullaby?” you ask. He nods as he keeps playing, “you always seem to get so sleepy when I play, thought I’d make you an actual lullaby then”. His words make your heart flutter as you close your eyes, “it’s perfect”, you whisper. Beomgyu smiles as he keeps on playing, “it doesn’t have any lyrics yet…” he says as the melody slowly comes to an end.

You glance up at him, “I’m sure they’ll come to you, your mind is extraordinary”, you smile as your boyfriend gives you a shy look. He shakes his head, “I was thinkin’..” he says as he runs a hand through his hair, “we could maybe do them together?” he grins down at you, “I mean it’s your song too after all”. Unable to help the blush that makes its way to your face you nod, “I would like that”, you play with the guitar strings lightly, “and I’ll expect you to sing it to me every night”. Beomgyu’s hand finds your hair as he fiddles with the soft strands, “every night for as long as you want me to”, he agrees.

TAEHYUN ─ cooking date

this man knows how to cook, will definitely want to show off his skills to you.

has you watch him while he prepares food.

you ask him somewhat silly questions about what he's doing but he gladly answers them.

lets you taste everything as he cooks, one hand under the spoon to catch anything that spills as he feeds you the spoonful.

will cook anything you ask him to.

Propped up neatly on the countertop you watch closely as your boyfriend cooks dinner for the two of you. Earlier you'd suggested just ordering in something to eat but Taehyun insisted that he cooked for you. You certainly didn't mind, your boyfriend was a great chef and getting to watch the way his arms flexed slightly as he flipped the meat in the pan.. ─ well it was certainly a bonus.

"What's that for?" you ask as he adds an odd looking green plant to the meat. "Rosemary", Taehyun says, focused on the food in front of him, he cuts off another piece and hands it to you, "smell it". You do as he says, nose scrunching up at the distinct smell. Taehyun chuckles at your reaction, "it enhances the flavor of the steak", he explains as he turns his attention to the sauce cooking on the stove next to the pan.

You nod and the sweet aroma that soon fills the kitchen makes your stomach rumble. "How much longer?" you whine, your hunger getting to you. Taehyun dismisses your tone, "five more minutes or so", he turns off the stove and sets the sauce aside, giving it a few more stirs. He brings out a spoon and scoops up a bit of sauce on it, bringing it to your lips, "taste it".

The sauce tastes heavenly and you nod encouragingly as you swallow, "it's perfect! … can we eat now..?" your boyfriend nods and you swing yourself off the counter. Quickly setting the table, not forgetting to light a small candle, "oh by the way, dessert is on me", you say, Taehyun turns to look at you as he raises an eyebrow, "really? and what would that be?" Giggling, you walk up to him and give his cheek a quick peck, "that's for you to find out".

HUENINGKAI ─ arcade date

he loves gaming, him going to an arcade would be like bringing a kid to a candy store.

would want to bring you so he could show off to you.

showing you how to play certain games, you on his lap as he guides you through the game.

he would probably let you win too, anything to see you smile.

wins plushies for you (and himself, this man has an obsession with them).

Hueningkai practically drags you through the large glass doors and into the arcade hall. “Come on now”, he giggles as the two of you make your way through endless game stations. You groan involuntarily as you let your boyfriend pull you down by a car game, it had a driver's seat, a steering wheel accompanied by pedals on the floor. “Alright, I’ll show you how to play and then you’ll have a go, okay?” he smiles, already paying to get the game up and going. You weren’t exactly a fan of video games but you did your best to show interest in your boyfriend's hobbies.

You watch as Huening plays, he’s good you’ll give him that, one hand on the wheel as he skillfully maneuvers past the other cars. When he’s won he turns to look at you with a grin and you feel yourself smiling. “Your turn”, he says as he pulls you onto his lap without warning. “Huening”, you whine, “I don’t know…I’m not good at..”, your boyfriend cuts you off with a quick kiss to your lips. “You’ll do fine, just keep your eyes on the game, hands on the wheel and I’ll control the pedals, yeah?”

It turns out you’re not completely hopeless, with your boyfriend's hand on your waist and the other on top of yours on the wheel, you manage a third place. Huening is quick to praise you with kisses which you accept with a giggle. The two of you play various games and your boyfriend flaunts his talents as he manages to not only win you some chocolate but a fluffy penguin plushie. You hug the plushie tightly, as you make your way toward the exit, “I think I’ll name him Huening Junior”, you say, earning a chuckle from your boyfriend, “whatever my girlfriend wants”.

#This was so soft #so accurate #who doesn’t wanna be played and lulled to sleep by beomgyus melodies?#that one was especially adorable and comfy #all around heat by the fire place with some warm tea vibes #beomgyu x reader #soobin x reader #heuning kai x reader #teahyun x reader #yeonjun x reader #ghosts reblogs

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