Dancing In The Dark - Wen Junhui

Dancing In the Dark - Wen Junhui

Synopsis: Didn't you know the most romantic place in someone's home is their kitchen?

Inspiration: Dancing In The Moonlight - King Harvest

Pairing: Idol!Wen Junhui x GN!reader

Genre: domesticated life fluff! established relationship

Word Count: 1.3k

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Slowly, your eyes fluttered open to reveal a dark moon. The only source of light came from the moonlight trying to shine through the curtains. You glanced towards the digital clock on your nightstand. 1:17am. You mentally groaned as you didn't want to wake your sleeping fiancé beside you.

Your head turned to see Jun beside you. His bangs fell in front of his face, almost touching his closed eyelids. He looked absolutely peaceful. His chest rose and fell gently, one hand on his chest while the other rested on your leg. He always needed to have his hand on you in some aspect when he slept. You found the habit adorable, especially one that happened when he was unconscious.

You wanted so desperately to lean over to kiss his cheek, but you worried about waking him. Your body screamed for you to move out of bed while your mind wanted so desperately to go back to sleep. There was only one solution.

Ever so slowly, you pushed yourself out of bed to head towards the kitchen. You shivered as your feet touched the cold wooden floor. This time, moving rather quickly, you snatched one of Jun's hoodies that rested on the floor. You slipped that over your body, sighing in relief at being draped in some sort of warmth.

Gathering enough willpower, you began your venture out of your shared bedroom towards the kitchen. You were grateful that Jun stopped by the convenience store on his way home from work to pick up your favorite tea brand. You had just ran out this morning.

Once you arrived in the kitchen, you went over towards the cabinet. Your footsteps were extremely light, emphasizing your groggy state but also trying to do whatever it takes to allow Jun to sleep soundly. You opened the overheard cabinet slowly, breathing in sharply through your teeth as they screeched slightly. Fuck.

You paused to ensure that there was no movement coming from upstairs. Just because you were up didn't mean you had to disturb your lover.

When you didn't hear a sound, you continued on with your mission. You grabbed your favorite white mug, being careful not to hit it against the other mugs as you pulled it out. You then closed the cabinet, trying your hardest not to make it screech again. If there was something about you and Jun, you always had enough mugs to serve everyone who might come over.

Over the past few months of living with Jun, you've become skillful at stopping the tea kettle before it blows its whistle. Yet, before you could even think of filling the tea kettle with water, you felt arms wrap around your waist from behind. You gasped softly but relaxed as you felt the familiar fingers rubbing against your stomach.

"You really going to just make tea for yourself?" a voice questioned behind you.

Jun's sleepy voice always sets your heart ablaze. He sounded so relaxed, as his voice was deeper and his speech a bit slower. It also was dreamy as he often whispered sweet nothings into your ear to help you fall asleep.

And when he starts caressing your body? He had you right where he wanted you, wrapped around his finger. But if you were to ask anyone, he was wrapped around yours.

Slowly, you turned in Jun's arms. He was smiling down at you gently. His gaze alone made you weak in the knees. Jun was staring at you as if you were his whole world. You are.

"I was trying not to wake you, my love. I know how many late nights you've been pulling lately. You honestly looked too peaceful." "Funny because I lost all peace of mind when I felt you slide out of bed."

Your eyes widened as you mumbled a quick "sorry." You really thought you had gotten away this time! You looked away, your cheeks red. Jun easily caught your attention again when you felt him squeeze your hips. He offered that soft smile of his.

Words didn't need to be exchanged between the two of you. You knew he wasn't mad, but still didn't like the fact you were the cause of his loss of sleep. Yet, his gaze and hold on you told you differently. It wasn't worth an argument especially at this late hour.

"Let me get that for you, darling."

His lips pressed against the crown of your head as he slowly detached himself from you. Already, you missed his touch. He maneuvered around you, so he could go ahead and fill up the kettle for the two of you. You went to retrieve another mug.

The faucet was running but quickly shut off. It didn't take you long until you heard some rustling behind you. Jun's footsteps were light, almost untraceable. The only indicator he was even in the same room as you was the sound of the metal of the stove grate meeting the bottom of the tea kettle seemed to echo throughout the content.

Tick tick tick

Jun's hand moved the knob to start your gas stove. He smiled a bit wider to see the flame flicker and stay on underneath the tea kettle. Soon, you two would be warmed by the tea as he hoped it would help you back to slumber. The moment you moved from bet, he became aware of the world around him. There was no way that he could have rested knowing you were up.

"Do you want to sit at the kitch-" you started but quickly closed your mouth. Instead, a wide grin overtook your lips.

Your body fully turned around from the cabinets to where Jun was standing in front of you. At the moment, Jun was standing in front of you with an inviting smile. His hand extending out to you.

It was no secret Jun was a phenomenal dancer. While you loved watching him light up the stage, you also loved these more intimate moments. One of your nighttime routines happened to be dancing in each other's arms. It was a way to show affection to one another.

Without words exchanged, you slipped your hand in between his. He squeezed your hand affectionately before pulling you in closer. Gently, he pulled you in close to him, so he could rest one hand on your lower back. His other hand moved to rest on your side. This freed your hands to wrap around his neck and play with the long strands of hair.

He started the two of you in a slow sway. You pressed tiny kisses against the side of his face. You could feel him smile as well as his skin heat up from the displays of affection. It wasn't that he was embarrassed. He was still getting used to the idea of someone wanting to be that openly affectionate with him.

To show his gratitude, his hand squeezed your hip affectionately. You couldn't fight the smile into the kisses you pressed into the skin.

You slowly pulled your face away from his, so you could rest your head on his chest. It brought a wider smile on your lips to feel his body heat against your body. You couldn't help but giggle slightly as you heard how fast his heart was racing. He was so precious to you.

"Luckiest man," he whispered. His hand gently pushed you closer, eliminating any space between the two of you. There was no way he was going to let you slip away now.

Not even the sound of the kettle blowing its whistle. Keeping you close, he removed the hand from your side to turn the stove off. The water could always be reheated, no doubt. However, he was never going to let a precious moment like this pass him by.

As the whistle died down with the flame shut off, his hand found its way to rest on the back of your head. He cradled you close to him as you continued to dance in the kitchen. All the lights were off besides the overhead light on the stove.

It created an intimate setting for the two of you. Honestly though, you could be anywhere with Wen Junhui and it would feel like a fairytale.

Call It What You Want - Kang Yeosang

Synopsis: Yeosang was a mysterious guy on your campus. He was the guy who was at every party thrown, but also would spend hours studying in the library. He got good grades but could also drink more than fraternity brother. He was a puzzle that you were trying to figure out. Little did you know, you were the missing piece to his own puzzle.

"Are labels really that important when I am 100% certain about my feelings for you?"

Pairing: non-idol!Kang Yeosang x reader

Genre: Angst - unofficial relationship, uncertainty, friends with benefits turned to lovers.

Warnings: PG-13 - contains implied sexual intercourse, alcohol consumption, implied female masturbation

Word Count: 4.3k

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Yeosang was a mysterious man, even to those that personally knew him. He never really let off what his emotions were right away.

He was a man capable of multiple things. He had two personalities - one that was a tough, rigid guy who had his mind set on one thing. It would be impossible to get him to reconsider. He then also had this soft side of his personality that lured people in. Yeosang was always calm and composed. Overall though, he was like royalty. People worshipped the ground he walked on.

You were tucked away in his world. You got to experience both sides of him and then more. A lot more.

Your chest was rising and falling, holding Yeosang's comforter up to your chest. This was a regular routine for you and Yeosang. Every week, at some point or another, you would find yourself in his bed.

Last night, tequila was the motivating factor that led you into his bedroom. It started off innocent, Yeosang just checking in on you. You both were at the same party, but attended with different people. However, once you spotted him and the alcohol settled in your system, you decided it was only appropriate you grinded your hips back into him.

Eagerly, Yeosang ordered an Uber for the two of you. You couldn't remember much once you stepped into his apartment except for the quiet giggles, hands all over each other, and rushes kisses.

And now here you were. It was 8:08am. It was always a rush to be sleeping with Yeosang, but lately, you were craving more. More than just what friends with benefits are meant to be.

Yeosang and you met after being in the same writing seminar freshman year. It was a requirement for first years, to help them get accustomed to the writing styles expected of them. The two of you didn't take the class too seriously, often coming in late or skipping all together. You weren't expecting to be friends with Yeosang, considering he was rather quiet in class.

That's how the friendship began to blossom. You would hang out either at his apartment or yours. It was also how you got close with Yeosang's roommates - Yunho, San, Mingi, and Wooyoung.

You two quickly became friends on an intimate level. It started when you were confiding in Wooyoung how frustrated you were with meeting guys on Tinder. With your busy schedule, you weren't really trying to date in college. Yet, you still had needs. You figured one night stands would end up being your best option, but each guy left you more disappointed than the one before.

Big mistake in confiding in Wooyoung. Word quickly spread to Yeosang, who offered himself to help with your situation.

At first, you thought he was just mocking you. Sure, you could resort to masturbation or buying sex toys, but you loved the feeling of someone's body on yours. You craved the feeling of wandering hands on your skin, causing the goosebumps to rise and your heart to race with excitement. You even wanted to spend minutes rushing to cover up hickies before going to lectures.

You just had no idea how happy Yeosang was to help you out.

It started by hooking up when you were the most stressed - two days before exam day. You would spend the week trying to study as much as possible. Yet, Yeosang always noticed the way you would increasingly hunch over the table. It was as if you were being consumed by the stress and sex was the only remedy.

Soon, once a week became twice a week. You'd hit up Yeosang late at night, often when you were feeling the most lonely. And every time, Yeosang was wide awake and waiting for you with open arms. He would either make sweet love to you, reminding you of how cherished you are, or he would be willing to fuck you into his mattress.

Now, twice a week was almost every other night. You were over at Yeosang's more than you were at your own apartment. There even was a toothbrush waiting for you in his bedroom.

As seniors in college, things were starting to shift for you.

"Surprised you are up, darlin.'"

You jumped slightly at the sound of the deep voice behind you. He snickered before moving to wrap an arm around you, pulling you in closer to him. "Not like you to be up this early," he murmured. You felt yourself shiver, your heart racing, as he placed a kiss on the back of your neck.

The Yoesang campus knew would have never guessed he used pet names the way he just casually dropped them with you. If anything, they were probably convinced he had a stone-cold heart as he rarely showed emotion to others. The only time he seemed happy was if he was with his usual group.

But if you saw him walking alone through campus? His gaze was locked in front of him. He never smiled at people he passed, so people often avoided him.

"I'm also not the type of person to drink that much tequila," you sighed. Your face was moving to burrow into the pillow beneath you, which only made Yeosang laugh more.

Deep down, you knew you couldn't get tired of Yeosang. The physical chemistry between the two of you was undeniable. He also has become such a pivotal part of your life, as someone you confided in. He saw you truly at your lowest and highest.

I guess that is what made it easy to fall for him. The way he treated you made you feel like a princess. You couldn't help but wonder if there was something more than just friends with benefits.

As your dating life hit obstacles, Yeosang was quick to remind you of your worth. He would take you out into the city, treating you to dinner or attending events with you. He was also rather affectionate with you, a quickly you didn't see often even with his closest friends. He seemed a bit standoffish to the rest of the world. Yet, with you, you were the one that seemed to crack the code of who was Kang Yeosang.

There was no way you would dare to open up that conversation. For the most part, you were content with just being friends with benefits. Emphasis on the friends part. He was too important in your life just to allow the rush of butterflies to override your brain. Part of you was convinced that you only felt this way about Yeosang was because you had been single for some time now, and Yeosang offered everything that you wanted in a partner.

You only seemed to allow yourself to play into that fantasy when you were alone in your bedroom. Often, with your fingertips playing with your clit as you would close your eyes to think what it would be like to be Kang Yeosang's girlfriend.

"I think I'm going to hop in the shower. Care to join me for round 2?" "As much as I'd love that, I think I need to get something in my stomach." "Yeah, of course. Why don't you let me shower up real quick and we'll figure out where to go, ok?"

Just another reason why you adored Yeosang. He never pressured you to have sex with him, even though you often felt things were one-sided between the two of you. It was always you messaging him first, always you who orgasmed first. Sometimes, you wished Yeosang would be selfish and ask for you to come over.

As Yeosang slipped into his bedroom, you took the time to slip on one of Yeosang's shirt. He never seemed to mind, as you often left his place wearing one of his shirts. You were positive three or four had claimed refuge in your dresser. Before you ventured downstairs, you also made sure to slip on a pair of clean boxers from Yeosang's own dresser.

Hearing the shower head turn on, you slipped downstairs. You heard a slight commotion from downstairs. But you didn't need to see to already know the rest of the house was up and active.

"And look who it is. Mrs. Kang, nice of you to show your face instead of just hearing you," Mingi called out with a playful smirk.

The rest of the boys were crowded around the kitchen island, eating cereal except for San. He had his back turned towards you and the rest of the group. They were all snickering at Mingi's comment but quickly stopped when you smacked the back of Mingi's head.

"Where is the boyfriend anyways? Still asleep?" Yunho asked. "First of all, he is not my boyfriend. Second, could it kill any of you to make coffee?" You playfully whined. "Already on it, chief," San called out.

He stepped to reveal the glorious sight coffee being brewed in the coffee pot. You could just kiss San right now! "At least I can always depend on you, San," you said playfully.

All the boys were special to you, all thanks to Yeosang. They easily became like brothers of your own, having a special place in your heart. You kissed San's cheek gently before going to retrieve two coffee mugs for you, San, and Yeosang who would eventually appear.

"Don't let Yeosang see you. He might get jealous," Wooyoung laughed. "Unless that's her aim. You know, jealousy sex is the best especially when your boyfriend thinks you're into one of his friends." "And how would you know?" San asked, an eyebrow raised. "Your room isn't next to theirs." Your cheeks were flushed bright red. Maybe you should have stuck it out in the shower with Yeosang. You'd be safe from the ridicule and probably on your second orgasm by now.

"Yeosang isn't my boyfriend," you sighed. "Really? But that's the contact name he has saved for you in his phone."

The room suddenly got dead silent. All eyes were shifted to Wooyoung who was staring at your like a deer caught in headlights. You were staring forward, facing the cabinets before slowing turning around. Your heart had dropped to your stomach yet picked up again, both with curiosity and excitement.

Okay, maybe you were really into Yeosang.

"What did you say?" You voice was softer. "You know, I don't really know what I'm talking about. It could have been anyone." "Wooyoung!" Yunho hissed. "Shut the fuck up."

Your heart broke again, but this time shattered into pieces. That could also be true. You and Yeosang hadn't quite put a label on the two of you. It just seemed to be a mutual understanding that you were best friends who occasionally had sex. Friends with benefits. That was it, right?

Technically, he was free to see anyone else. At any point, your little scenario could come to an end when one of you finds a significant other. it was something you had acknowledged, but something you hadn't put much thought into.

You chewed on your bottom lip, as your heart and mind were arguing with each other. You hadn't even noticed your eyes were becoming glossy at the thought that Yeosang might be into someone that wasn't you. San's hand on your shoulder brought you back to reality.

"Y/n? Are you ok?"

It was then you became hyperaware that all eyes were on you. Wooyoung looked apologetically, as they were all concerned for you.

"You know, I forgot I promised to study today with a few friends. I'll catch you guys later."

Before any of them could stop you, you began rushing upstairs to Yeosang's room. Luckily, the shower was still running so you could make your great escape. You slipped on your sweatpants and jacket, gathering all your belongings into your purse.

The shower suddenly stopped. Fuck.

You bolted out of the room just as the door was opening from the bathroom, light and steam escaping into the hallway. You had made it halfway down the staircase when Yeosang seemed to call out to you. But you didn't have the guts to turn back around. Not when you felt like you couldn't breathe.

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"You just ran out of there?!" Hongjoong asked.

You groaned as out loud as you could, not too loud though as you didn't want to draw attention to yourself. After running out, you tried distracting yourself around your apartment but it was no use. This called for an emergency meeting with your best friend, Kim Hongjoong.

Hongjoong was a sophomore when you met him as a freshman. He kindly held your hair when you were throwing up at his house party, and you've been joined at the hip since. Hongjoong was attending grad school much to your benefit. He was still available for 911 Boy Trouble calls.

Tonight, you therapy session was over a pitcher of cocktails at your local college bar. Hongjoong knew all about Yeosang, as he too thought you two were together.

"What else was I supposed to do? Wooyoung blurted that apparently I'm Yeosang's girlfriend without him even saying so? And then brought up the fact that it might've been someone else? They had a front row view to me falling apart." "Remind me to smack some sense into Wooyoung." "I think Yunho already beat you to that one," you laughed softly. "Have you talked to Yeosang since?"

You shook your head, staring down into the pitcher of your drink. Your local college bar was known for these pitchers, putting gummies in them for an extra treat. You were staring down basically into a swimming pool of gummy worms and sweet alcohol.

Yeosang has been trying to call you all day today, probably confused why you got up and ran out. it was very unlike you, especially not to tell him your whereabouts. You were sure his roommates were filling him in though about what went down in the kitchen. The last thing you wanted was to confess why exactly you ran out of the apartment.

Hongjoong didn't say anything at first. And it was starting to scare you. Did he also know something you didn't? You peered up to see Hongjoong almost staring through you. You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what was going on. It became clear that he was looking behind you, which naturally made you turn around.

Once again, you felt your heart shatter. You didn't want to become accustomed to this feeling, but it was getting worse each time.

There were Yeosang, San, and Mingi. Wooyoung and Yunho had found themselves at the bar, probably ordering for the group. Normally, you would have been elated to see the group and probably would have gone over. That is, if there wasn't a girl sandwiched between Yeosang and San.

Who was she? Was she with Yeosang or San? Was this the alleged girlfriend Wooyoung actually was referring to?

"Y/n, don't even bother," Hongjoong began.

Quickly turning back around, you downed your drink. Hongjoong's eyes widened as he watched you, still halfway through his first one. He's seen you drink before, but not that quickly.

This evening was definitely taking a turn.

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"Y/n, come on. We're going home," Hongjoong announced.

He was trying his best to sound stern with you, but he was honestly concerned about you. He has never seen this bad before. He's never seen anyone drink 5 pitchers without splitting them with someone. It was as if you were trying to prove to yourself you could live a life without Yeosang in it.

"Nooooo," you whined out. "Just one more, Joongie, please." "Absolutely not. We are going home."

He was trying his best to get you outside, so he could order an Uber for the two of you. Hongjoong had a few drinks, trying to keep up with you, but still sober enough to know getting behind the wheel was the worse thing for the two of you. All he wanted was to get you in your apartment, get some water in your system, and tuck you into bed.

Hongjoong was trying to keep you stable, as you were swaying back and forth. You made numerous attempts to go up to the bar to order for yourself, but the bartender refused. You then had tried getting Hongjoong to buy you another drink, but he had already bought 5 out of your 6 rounds. It was time to call quits.

"Look, I know you're upset, y/n, sweetheart. But this isn't going to help you. You're going to have a massive headache in the morning and be even more upset." "But I want to stay."

People were staring at you. Of course, there were tales of people getting too crazy at the bar. You just never thought you would be one of those people.

"Hongjoong, you heard her." A voice announced from the two of you. "She doesn't want to leave."

Looking over your shoulder, you scoffed to see it was Yeosang standing behind you. His friends including the mystery girl, and everyone at the bar, were watching the three of you. Your hands were resting on Hongjoong's arms, so you wouldn't go slipping onto the floor since your legs were wobbly.

"Maybe you can talk some sense into her?" Hongjoong reasoned.

Getting a look at you, Yeosang then realized that Hongjoong was just trying to do the right thing. Your skin was pale from all the alcohol and lack of food you consumed. Your eyes were glazed over, as you tried your best to maintain eye contact. You did need to go home.

"Sweet girl, he's right. You need to go home." "And why should I?" you slurred. "Just to have sex with you again and have you drop me?" "You know I'd never do that to you," he responded, his voice stern.

Yeosang glanced between you and Hongjoong, nodding. He extended his arms, knowing you couldn't walk on your own but offering for Hongjoong to pass you off to him. Slowly, Hongjoong brought you into Yeosang's arms.

Once he had you in his arms, he made sure one arm was wrapped around you to support you up. He flexed his arms just for the support and to pull you in close to him. His other hand had cupped your cheek, causing you to look up at him slowly. He offered a gentle smile to which made you still feel all warm and tingly despite the amount of times you wanted to cry over him today. Damn him.

"Come on, angel. We are going to go home, ok?"

There were murmurs around the two of you. Surprised to see Yeosang show an ounce of kindness.

"Is the Uber already ordered?" Hongjoong shook his head but did pull out his phone. "No, I was going to wait until we got outside. I thought the cool air might help her, but I can order it for the two of you. Just text me when you get her home?"

Yeosang thanked quickly before helping you out of the bar. He could care less about his reputation of being a lone wolf, someone not to be messed with, dissolved just by his actions. All that mattered was getting you home.

Luckily, the Uber was right around the corner. Perks of going to a university in a major city. Yeosang held you up right still. His hand now tucking strands of his hair behind your ear as he looked at you softly yet with so much concern. God, it felt like your heart was going to combust.

"What's going on, sweetheart? You have been hard to reach all day, and now you don't tell me when you plan on drinking? You know I like to be in the same room just to make sure you're okay." "And interrupt your date? No thanks," you huffed. "Date? You think San is my type?"

Your eyes narrowed in on him, and he realized it was no joking matter. His hand came back to cup your cheek, keeping your eyes locked on his. He desperately wanted to figure out what was troubling your mind.

"Yeosang, I saw you. You were on a date with some girl. Wooyoung also said you had a girlfriend. I thought I was more than a side piece to you!"

Before Yeosang could answer, the Uber pulled up. He rolled down the window, asking if it was for Hongjoong for which Yeosang just played along. He definitely owed your friend for this favor.

The Uber driver unlocked the backdoor, allowing Yeosang to open it. He helped you in, making sure you didn't knock your knees against the back of the passenger seat or fall over. He then leaned over to buckle you in. You were his priority.

"Y/n, I can promise you that she is not my girlfriend," he whispered.

Once again, you scoffed at him. How stupid did he think you were? That just because you had a bit to drink that you'd believe every word he said? Your arms crossed over your chest, turning away from him. Yeosang couldn't help but smirk and snicker at you. He never realized how adorable you could get when you were frustrated especially at him.

Not wanting to keep the driver waiting, Yeosang quickly jogged around to the opposite side of the car. Just where you were looking at. You groaned as his eyes met yours once the door was open and he slid in.

Great.

Yeosang buckled up, so that the driver wouldn't get annoyed with you two. Plus, the quicker you could get home, the sooner you could be put to bed.

"Y/n, I mean it. That is not my girlfriend. She's one of Yunho's friends. He is actually trying to set her up with San." "Then why were you sitting beside her?"

He chuckled as he noticed you were jealous on top of being drunk. Interesting. Yeosang leaned in gently to press a kiss to your cheek, moving his lips to whisper into your ear.

"Just didn't want to make her feel trapped with San. I didn't want to put her in the corner where she was stuck with San. I could easily get up if she wanted to leave," he explained. "Better question though, my dear, is are you jealous?"

Your eyes widened and jaw dropped. You were trying to rack through all the excuses you could come up with, but your drunk mind was failing you. Everyone knew you to be quick on your feet. Not tonight.

"And what if I am?" You asked softly. "I like knowing you are jealous and protective of me," he smirked. "I mean, if anyone is my girlfriend, it would be you."

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Your eyes fluttered once again, just like yesterday. Immediately, you groaned as there was a sharp headache. The brightness in your bedroom didn't help either.

"Good morning, sweet girl."

It was then your eyes shot open. What? You looked over beside you to see Yeosang, shirtless, in your bed. You looked down to see you had gotten changed out of the black tube top and ripped jeans into an oversized shirt. One of Yeosang's that was stored at your place.

"We didn't-" "Hell no. You're extremely attractive, y/n, but you were so drunk. I didn't want to take disadvantage of you, so you yelled at me, got changed into one of my shirts, and fell asleep. I just moved you so you were more comfortable in bed."

You nodded slowly, chewing on your bottom lip. You yelled at him? "Sorry," you muttered.

"No, it's ok. I kind of deserved it."

What was he talking about now? It was getting exhausting that everyone else seemed to have an idea of what was going on besides you.

"Something about how I'm not honest with you. And that if you were actually my girlfriend, you would actually say it then pretending we just fuck like bunnies." "I mean, it's true," you sighed.

Yeosang nodded understandably. He never met to drag out confessing his feelings for you. Truthfully, Yeosang had never been good at expressing his emotions. He liked the fact that you spent so much time together that a lot of people assumed you were together. He just believed you two were on the same page without needing to communicate it.

"Are labels really that important when I am 100% certain about my feelings for you?"

Now you made full eye contact with him. You were laying on your back as he was propped up on his side, turned towards you. Even after seeing you at your messiest, he still looked at you like you were the rarest gem found.

"Some sort of indicator that you like me like that would have been helpful, Yeosang," you whispered. "Does this help?"

Slowly, he moved to hover above you. His hand slid over to hold your hip, squeezing your hipbone affectionately. The other hand moved to cup your face. There was no doubt in his mind. He leaned in slowly to press his lips against you.

He kissed you with everything in him. All the words unspoken were communicated through that kiss. The force of his lips pushed your head back into the pillow slightly, but you were quick to reciprocate. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers running through his hair which caused him to smile into the kiss.

"Call it whatever you want, baby. If you want to be boyfriend and girlfriend, we are. I already know you're all mine, and I don't want to shy away from it anymore," he murmured against your lips.

You pulled back, so you could look into his eyes. This time, he was one nervously biting his lip. Did he say too much? Did he say the wrong thing? Fuck, he's never been this nervous before. "I'm yours and you're all mine," you vowed. "Let's just never let Wooyoung decide our next move before we do." "Deal."

Hongjoong is my biggest weakness in case you didn't know

so…he just casually looks this hot while producing in his studio?

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wowowowowow

switchin' for you

pairing: seo changbin x afab!reader

warnings: 🔞!!!!, service dom!bin (woah?!?! guys i swear i’m fine pls don’t worry lmao) unprotected sex, rough sex, strength kink, choking, manhandling, degradation, dirty talk, multiple sex positions, hair pulling, creampie

a/n: my first ever commission!!!!! 🩷🩷 thank u so much to the sweetie who commissioned this <3 i’m still so thankful u liked it!!! this isn’t usually the type of dynamic i write for bin so hopefully it’s still okay!!??? but i had lots of fun writing this so i hope u all enjoy!

changbin can feel your movements start to slow down. 

his thick fingers grip your hips to help you move. you’re riding him, sinking down on his cock so good his head swims with it. your pussy’s warm and wet, and he loves when you climb on top of him and take what’s rightfully yours. 

he loves you on top, but changbin loves you comfortable and at ease even more. 

“yeobo? wha’s wrong?” he slurs, eyes roaming from your face to your slick pussy that’s slowly but surely easing up and down on his fat cock. 

you whimper, stubbornly shaking your head and planting your palms on his chest for leverage. it lasts for a bit; you ride him with renewed vigor until changbin’s hands move from your hips to wrap gently around your elbows. 

this time, you duck your head. changbin coos and pulls you down so you’re flush against his warm chest. it’s sticky-wet with sweat and blushing pretty pink. 

“no hiding, hm? what’s wrong with my baby?” 

changbin’s cock slips from your cunt at the angle, but he pays it no mind. he coos again when you tuck your face into his neck. he nuzzles his pointy chin against the top of your head to make you grumble, but he ultimately gets his way when you turn your head to look at him. 

he presses small kisses to the side of your face he can see. 

“‘m tired,” you mumble, nibbling lightly on the plush skin of changbin’s chest. 

“oh, tired? aigoo, baby.” he flips both of you over with ease, hand under your head as if to protect it from hitting the mattress too hard. changbin blankets you now. his muscular yet soft body hovers over you, and his smile is kind when he looks down at you from his new spot. “want binnie to do it?” 

“want binnie to do it,” you confirm with a whisper, pulling changbin down by the back of the head until you’re kissing him breathless. his arm pillows your neck, and his other hand slips between you to steady his cock so he can sheath himself back inside. 

back where he belongs. 

you sigh against his lips when he fills you full again, and he nods his head. “yeah?”

“yeah,” you whimper. changbin’s cock is perfect, so thick that it stretches you wide and makes your mouth water. it’s perfect on its own, but what makes it even better is the way changbin works his hips.

he knows you’re ready for him right away; he felt the gape of your hole before he pushed inside and had to bite his lip to keep himself together. 

changbin likes you on top, likes when you use him like a toy for your pleasure and take what you need when you need it, but he can’t help that he has a weak spot for you like this. pliant and sweet, needy. ready and willing to let him take care of you the way only he knows how to. 

“ahh, fuck.” changbin sits up and adjusts himself on his knees. he can see you better this way, fuck you harder too, and his hand comes up to rest in the valley between your jiggling breasts. “this body. this beautiful body, ‘s mine.” 

“yes!” you cry, and changbin grunts. 

“yes what? what is?” 

he has to know. he needs you to tell him like it’s the last thing he’ll ever hear. 

“everything. all of me! all of me is binnie’s.” 

it’s a head trip. all of you is his, and all of him is yours in return. changbin touches you as if you’re something precious, calloused hands slide reverently up and down the curves of your sides until he settles on gripping your hips. 

there’s power behind his thrusts, power and fluidity, and all you can do is lay there and let him use you as he pleases. that’s all you want to do anyways. you know changbin will take care of you as he always does. 

“that’s it. that’s good, just lay there and take it. i’ll handle the rest,” he grunts. 

that’s what pushes you to finally let go and relax for him. you bring your arms above your head and rest your hands on the pillow. 

changbin’s eyes widen. he’s lucky to have you like this. he’s blessed that you trust him enough to let go and have him look after you, and the blissed out look on your face confirms it. he uses his grip on your hips to pull you down harder on his cock, and your fingers curl into the pillow. 

“pretty when you take it,” changbin gruffs. he keeps one hand fixed on your hip and slides the other one up your body until he’s wrapping his thick fingers around your wrists in a gentle hold. changbin’s looking at you like you hung all the stars in his sky, and you nod your head when he adjusts his grip. 

“hold- hold me down, binnie, yes,” you moan. changbin’s hips pick up speed, and you’re lucky he’s pinning you down by the hip and wrists because if he wasn’t, you’re sure you’d concuss yourself on the headboard. 

“i can?” he asks, and you whimper your answer so sweetly to him. his grip was light; you could surely break free if you wanted to, but if he really puts his strength into it… you’re not going anywhere. changbin does exactly that, tightening his hold on your crossed wrists and flexing his arm. you writhe underneath him; your hands twist in a barely-there attempt to free yourself, and your cunt throbs when you realize you can’t. 

“o-oh, yes! yes, changbinnie,” you wail. your legs spread themselves wider on their own accord. 

“spreading your pretty legs for me... ah, shit. you like it? yeah? like it that much?” he knows you love it. changbin can tell by the pleasure stricken look on your beautiful face, by the way your perfect pussy clenches around him sporadically. 

“i love it! love it, binnie, love how you- how you fuck me. can you- rougher? please, i want it rougher.” 

changbin keens. you’re so good to him. his pretty baby, laying so pliant and docile underneath his broad body, spreading your legs and letting him hold you down. who is he to deny you? he puts his back into it, focusing on thrusting harder instead of faster and staring in awe at the way your breasts shake with his movements. 

he’s fucking the sweetest little uh-uh-uhs out of you, and he wants to taste them on his tongue. changbin loosens his grip on your wrists and leans down over you so that he can lick into your mouth. despite now being able to move your hands, you keep them where they are, crossed and loose-limbed against the pillow, and changbin rewards you by sucking your tongue into his mouth.

you’re so focused on those plump lips and his sinful tongue that you don’t notice his hand coming up to wrap gently around your neck. you gasp when you finally take notice of his fingers, mouth hanging open to let changbin lick inside. 

he presses a fleeting kiss to your lips, your nose, then rests his forehead against yours so that he can look into your eyes. his fingers flex.

“please. please?” you whisper. 

changbin answers with a squeeze of his hand, and your eyes roll immediately. he adjusts his grip on your neck to hold it tighter, still steadily gazing at your face and into your eyes with all the love in the world. the expression he gives you is just as open and honest as his words always are. 

“i love you, you hear me? i fucking love you,” he whispers, blinking slowly so he can watch the way your own eyes flutter at his voice. his thrusts have slowed significantly since his focus waned, but his inability to multitask just means he puts his all into whatever he is focused on. and right now, that’s choking you out. changbin’s hips roll minutely against yours, and he presses another kiss against your open mouth. 

“that feels so fucking good,” you whine. your words are slurred, and changbin grins in return. 

“you feel good to me too. your naughty little pussy keeps clenching on me, do you know that?” 

you weren’t meaning to do that, not really, but now that he’s called it to your attention you make a conscious effort to clench around his thick cock again. 

“m-more- more. say more. call me, call me…”

“dirty? binnie’s dirty bunny? ah, you like that, huh? i felt you clench again.” he’s still grinning, and it’s hot. he’s so sexy like this, confident and cocksure that he can make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before. that he’s the one who’s able to get you there.

changbin’s still got a hand wrapped around your throat, but you manage to nod anyway. 

“‘m binnie’s dirty bunny. slutty- um. slutty bunny. is that okay?” 

is that okay? god… 

“you’re a damn dream,” changbin confirms, shaking his head slowly like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. “you’re a slut just for me? a slutty bunny with a messy pussy?” 

“yeahyeahyeah, yeah!” you cry frantically. your hips buck up against his, and changbin finally kicks it into gear again. his thrusts turn rough once more, and he loosens his grip on your neck so that he can squeeze at your bouncing breast. “yeah, talk to me like that!” 

he damn near growls at that. he can’t believe you, can’t believe he’s got you so fucked out and desperate on his dick that you’ll beg for him to talk dirty to you. beg for him to call you names and fuck you rough. 

usually it’s the other way around, but changbin’s always capable of keeping up. 

he’s just as desperate as you are though, his thrusts just as fevered. changbin’s excited, ready to serve you in any way you need. 

“fuck, come here. come here,” he grunts, sliding out of your cunt and making his way down the bed so that he can stand at the foot of it. he tugs you by the ankle and maneuvers you until you’re perched on the edge of the bed on your hands and knees with him behind you. 

“i should fuck you like this since you’re so naughty. sluts get fucked on their hands and knees, don’t they?” 

changbin can’t fucking believe he’s saying that to you. can’t believe that you want him to say that to you. but sure enough, you reach a shaking hand between your legs to rub at your swollen clit at his words. he pops you lightly on the ass for that and does it one more time for good measure when you giggle dazedly. 

“come on, arch your back. i know you know how, yeobo. let binnie see your sweet pussy.” 

with a wiggle of your ass, you do just that, arching your back and letting changbin see everything. you can hear the slick sounds of him polishing his cock while he looks at you. 

he can’t keep it up for long, needs to be sheathed in your warmth again or else the earth will crumble around him. changbin props his knee beside you on the bed and steadies his cock at your hole before fucking inside where he belongs. he doesn’t give you time to get used to him because he knows you don’t need it. changbin thrusts hard right off the bat, gripping your hips tight and hauling you back on his cock. 

“will- will you pull my hair? you can if you want to.”

of course he wants to. tug your hair hard enough to pull you back on his dick and make your eyes water. he whimpers and whines whenever you pull his hair, and he fucking loves it. his cock throbs knowing that you’re asking for it now. 

“thank you baby,” is all he says before twisting your hair around his fist and tugging lightly. as your moans increase, so does the strength changbin uses to grip at your hair. it just serves as leverage to drag you back on his cock as he fucks himself forward. 

as much as changbin loves to take you on your hands and knees, he doesn’t keep you in this position too long. before you know it, you’re on your back again with your legs thrown over his shoulders. 

he looks so big and broad standing at the foot of the bed like that. changbin usually likes to make himself smaller when he’s with you, but you can’t help but think he has a knack for this. his hands hold you by your thighs, and his voice is gritty with exertion when he moans for you. his pecs jiggle with every sharp thrust. 

“touch your little clit,” changbin grunts. “keep your eyes on me when you do it.” 

it’s easy to comply with how close you are. your fingers find your clit and you whine, it’s so sensitive and you feel so good. your fingers have a mind of their own, rubbing quicker and harder when changbin curses as you look up at him through lidded eyes. 

“look at me when you cum. keep fucking looking at me, sweetheart. you’re so pretty, you know that? come on, you can do it. i’m so proud of you. i’m so lucky-”

and that’s all it takes before you’re pulsing on his cock. your legs spasm from where they’re resting on his shoulders, and changbin caresses them while you come apart. he could cry when he notices that sweet little ring of cream around the base of his cock. your wetness is matting the coarse curls of his pubic hair.

he’s so fucking close. so fucking close and so fucking hard inside of you. you’re a vision when you cum, and all of your little reactions and noises make him overwhelmingly horny for you. 

“‘m so ready for your cum. you’ll give it to me, right? you’ll let me have it, binnie?” and he’s gone. 

you coax his orgasm out of him with the rhythmic clenching of your cunt. he wouldn’t have kept you waiting long anyway, but the combination of your sinful words and the way you look at him… he’s a goner. 

save for your shared heavy breathing, it’s quiet for a moment while you both come down from your highs. changbin folds himself over you so he can hug you to his chest and press a chaste kiss to your spit-slicked lips. 

a soft noise of confusion leaves changbin’s throat when you start to lightly push at him, but he follows your movements regardless until you have him kneeling on the floor, eye level with your cum-filled cunt. his cum is already leaking from your pussy, and changbin watches it begin to slowly drip with sharp eyes. his eyes snap to yours though whenever you lift your head. 

“are you hungry, changbinnie?”

My brain still lives here, hope you can understand ❤

[2 Kids Show] Ep.07 Changbin X Hyunjin | can i call you, Streetlight | with MC Lee Know