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𝙗𝙖𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣! [1𝗄 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇] - part. 1: the destination

synopsis: you and your boyfriend have been working nonstop. performances on his end and endless meetings on yours. when you both finally get a break, he proposes you two get away for a few days. little do the both of you know that this “baecation” will provide physical, emotional, and sexual healing.

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, boyfriend! chan, non-idol! chan (professional dancer! chan), vacation/baecation getaway, lots of teasing, lots of dirty talk, lingerie on reader, hotel room sex, balcony sex, pool sex, basically chan and reader are just horny lovebirds

this part’s tags/warnings: cooking and food, kissing, tinges of suggestive material, mentions of the beach, waterfronts, etc.

word count: 2.6k

notes: well, she’s finally here! baecation is ready for you all to consume and i really hope you all like it! 🥹 thank you again for 1k, it still feels very surreal and i’m so lucky to do one of the things i love and share it with you guys. now before i get too sappy, let’s get into it shall we?

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quite frankly - you’re over it.

for the past month and a half, you’ve been pushing your limits at your job. your boss designated you as the lead of a project and on top of that, you had to put in overtime to ensure that the project workload AND your individual load were still up to standards. while you knew things would be worth it in the end (your project commissions and overtime would give you an extra $2,500 dollars on your paycheck), you would be lying if you said your mental and physical health were starting to deteriorate.

today especially, you realized things were going to get worse before they got better. as you shut down your workspace, you felt ounces of your energy leave your body. too much happened for your liking - your teammates argued about the project’s direction, your boss complained about the most minute details in a presentation you were to give in a few days, and to culminate the day, your company laptop malfunctioned while you were working and it had to be sent to i.t. for it to get fixed. at this point, you were ready to head home, wrap yourself up in your covers, and forget about everything and everyone.

you’re not sure if you heard people say goodbye to you as you left the office, but if they did, you were too tired (and too agitated) to care and respond back. as you enter into the parking deck of your office building, you fish for your phone and see some missed texts from your boyfriend, chan.

channie ❤️: hey, just wanted to check on you

channie ❤️: i’ll probably be over later tonight

channie ❤️: so much is going on, and i really want to see you

you breathe a sigh of relief at seeing your boyfriend’s name appear on your screen, but you also can’t help but worry. your boyfriend chan was a professional dancer - and a damn good one. he’s been dancing since he was three, and it’s his first love. he teaches at three of the most popular dance studios on a weekly basis, drawing in huge crowds of avid and eager learners. his instagram comments are always flooded with words of praise - handsomeness and talent catching the eyes of millions. his sharpness, keen eye for detail, and flawless execution made him the target for entertainment companies and he was often called in to be a backup dancer or choreograph for popular idol groups. currently, he’s preparing to dance with a popular boy group after their latest comeback broke records.

he did mention that his rehearsals were getting a bit more intense, especially since this group in particular were about to start their promotion period. there were days where he complained that his body ached and times that you helped take care of him, so you just had to pray and hope that today wasn’t as harsh on him.

you and chan have been together for a year and a half after meeting at party hosted by a mutual friend. you weren’t sure that you two were a good match for each other, but after a few meet-ups and intriguing conversations you realized that you two had more in common than you thought. whatever one of you might have lacked, another made up for in actions or words. you two complemented each other and you had each other’s backs. even through some rough patches, you both realized that there was no one else you wanted to be with. there was no going back.

as you started your car engine, you shoot a quick text back to chan, thanking all higher powers you would at least have some better solace this evening.

babe 😏: you too? i guess we can talk about later when you come by. see you in a bit, love ya ❤️

the drive after work feels somewhat longer than normal, the traffic almost making you reach your limit. but you finally find yourself back in the comfort of your apartment, kicking your shoes off to the side and dropping your bag and blazer to the floor. you breathe a huge sigh of relief as you enter your bedroom, take off your bra, and flop onto your bed, letting the sweet scent of your bedsheets fill your nose.

you find yourself drifting into dreamland a few minutes later, but the grumbling of your stomach and the fact that you still had the rest of your work clothes on brings you back to reality. despite some opposition from the rest of your body, you get up and grab some loungewear from your dresser and head for the shower, hoping to relax your tense muscles.

after you come out the shower and change, you head to the kitchen to start on dinner. you decide on chicken fried rice - one of you and chan’s favorite meals to eat together. you pull the ingredients from the fridge and the seasonings from the cabinet, asking your smart home device to play serene, chill music. the instrumentals fill your space, and you get to work - washing the chicken first.

as you finish garnishing both plates, you hear your doorbell ring. you check your camera, and smile as you see your boyfriend come into view. you quickly wash your hands and answer the door, embracing chan in a tight hug before he can even say anything to you.

he’s surprised at how you rush at him, but it quickly melts into a soft smile as he wraps one hand around your waist and one on the back of your neck. he gently sways you back and forth, rubbing the small of your skin. after nearly eight hours of rehearsal, all he wanted to do was spend the rest of the day with you with no worries.

“hey you,” he whispers, glowing smile still on his perfect features. you finally make eye contact with him, a smile coming on your face, beaming at the fact that you were finally with your love. “hey,” you respond, going up on your toes to press a kiss to his soft cheek. chan takes the opportunity to place his hand on your chin and places a kiss on your lips. he quickly realizes he missed this wonderful feeling, and he deepens his movements, smirking when you can feel yourself lose all control and give into his desires.

you have to force yourself to come off him, knowing that if this continues dinner would be long forgotten. “c’mon babe, i made your favorite!” you take his hand and he drops his bags by your door, the familiar blending of seasonings wafting through his nose. “you made chicken fried rice?!” chan beams, entering the kitchen, his mouth nearly drooling at the plate full of goodness. “man, i really needed this today, thank you baby,” he places a kiss on your cheek this time as he goes to wash his hands. you can’t help but blush as you take the plates to the table, taking your seat as chan follows behind you.

“i’ll eat deliciously,” he affirms you, toasting your fork to you, taking his first bite and nodding in agreement at your cooking. you give him a minute to eat before you ask him anything.

“how have rehearsals been?”

“in one word, crazy,” he sighs. “i had to come in early to teach one of the members since he had an overseas schedule when the group had practice. then we had to rework some formations and drill the choreo over and over to get ready for filming tomorrow. i’m excited for filming and all, but im just tired.”

you sigh, shaking your head in agreement. “that’s understandable, things at the office have been crazy too. i love what i do, but this overtime is driving me crazy. i can’t wait to be finished so i can get this big bonus.”

“you’ve got this through. and when that check comes, it’ll all be worth it. just make sure you take care of yourself in the meantime. you know i’m proud of you right?” he rubs your back, his hand softening your tight muscles.

“thanks,” you respond shyly, smiling at your lover. “you know i’m proud of you too. you’re living out your dream everyday and you’re having fun doing it. your hard work is paying off too, chan. if i haven’t told you lately, you’re doing amazing. but you also need to make sure you’re taking care of yourself too, okay?”

he nods in agreement. “it’s only fair cause i asked you to do the same. i promise i’ll take care of myself.”

time passes by pleasantly, empty plates now in the dishwasher, conversations continuing from the kitchen table to the couch. your head rests on chan’s shoulders, your right hand on his leg.

“so when do you guys film the performance video?”

“tomorrow, and it’s supposed to last two days. then we have promotions with the group, but they divided us into two groups, so i only have to perform at music shows during the second week.”

an idea pops into your head, imaginary lightbulbs flashing rapidly. even though you were working overtime, you were scheduled for absences on friday and monday and your boss hadn’t rescinded on your days off. if chan only had to work until thursday, that would mean for once - both of your schedules would align.

“wait.. so that means you have a break after the music video?” you question. “even if it’s a short one?”

“yeah, what are you getting at?”

you sit up from your boyfriend’s shoulder realizing that the planning you completed in your head might have actually worked. “chan,” you exclaimed, “i actually have a break too! i get friday and monday off! chan, do you know what this means? we finally have the chance to spend more time together!”

your excitedness makes chan swoon, but it also brings a tinge of sadness. you were right - you two have been so busy that you had limited time together. between him dancing and teaching and with your work project, moments like these where you two could get away for a minute were rare.

“we should do something special then baby! we could go to dinner,” he gasps coming up with a new idea, “and i’ve always wanted to take you on a night boat ride! remember when i sent you those pictures from japan?”

earlier in the year, chan went overseas for another performance opportunity and during his time off, he and some of his other dancer friends took a boat ride with the city lights gleaming over the large body of water, waves that could lull anyone to sleep with their calming effect. it was a sight to behold, even through a 7 inch phone screen.

“yeah i do! those pictures were gorgeous,” you admire, thinking how back them you wished you were with chan on that boat, head resting on his shoulders like you did earlier, taking peeks of your boyfriend every now and then. he would be staring into the distance, somehow managing to look more handsome than anyone else.

“actually, i kinda want to do something grander than a date night though..” you hint, playing with your hair as you temporarily avoid eye contact. “i’ve been seeing this idea on insta for a while, and now i dream of doing it with you, chan. why don’t we take a trip together babe?”

“like a day trip?”

“mmm, i was thinking more like for the weekend. and it doesn’t have to be somewhere ridiculously far either, not like bali or anything! matter of fact, there’s a beach that i found right off the coast and the city is stunning!” you pull out your phone and type in the name of the beach in the search engine. you pass your phone to chan, images of beautiful blue water and white sand flooding his lenses.

“ah, crystal beach!” chan recognizes the name. “some of my friends have been there before, they said it was really nice! they said there’s a waterfront hotel right in front of the beach, and from the right floor you can get the perfect view.”

suddenly, you can envision the two of you on the fifteenth floor, sunrise glistening through the windows as you sleep in chan’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist, head on his chest. nothing else would matter in that moment expect for you two. no work, no projects, no eight-counts - just you, your lover, and the gentle ocean breeze.

“so, what are you thinking? should we go for it?” you ask.

“let’s do it babe! we’ve never done something like this before, and we can make some great memories out of it! and from the looks it, we could both use some time away from all of this,” he gestures towards the windows, overseeing the big city that encased you two.

“yeah,” you nod in agreement. “i think some time away is long overdue. and it’ll be good for us! honestly, i was thinking about us waking up together, and now i can’t wait to get out of here!” you both share a quick laugh as you head comes to the familiar space of chan’s shoulders.

you two share a few moments of silence before chan taps your leg twice as your eyes look into his, “do you wanna leave friday morning? we can get there by the afternoon, chill for a bit, and then get dinner or something.”

“m’kay, that sounds good to me. do you want me to reserve the room or do you wanna do it?” you ask, rubbing his shoulder.

“i can reserve the hotel room! don’t worry about it babe.” you kiss chan’s cheek as a thank you, fingers intertwining with his. chan pulls out his phone, typing in the hotel name, leading him to the website. he then locks his phone, already making plans to make this the best trip for you both.

some more time passes, you and chan watching random youtube videos, laughing at funny moments. but soon it comes time for chan to leave, he has an early morning because of the music video filming.

you walk with him to the door, handing him his bags. you go on your toes to kiss his cheek one more time before he leaves. “good luck on filming, i’ll see you on friday!”

he bends down to press a gentle kiss on your lips, hand caressing your jaw to deepen the feeling. you return his passion, tongues moving together like choreography. when you separate, his lips form in a smirk - he loves the feeling of leaving you breathless.

“if i get out early on thursday night i’ll text you. if i do, can i spend the night?”

“of course, baby,” you smile at him, biting your lip. “i’ll see you soon, okay? you need to get some rest.”

“okay, okay, love you baby,” he says leaving one more kiss on your lips.

“love you too, text me when you get home!” you respond as he opens the door, waving you goodbye, signaling with his fingers that he would affirm he got home safely.

chan closes the door as he walks to the elevator, hearing your door lock, making sure you were safe. he quickly gets out his phone, the hotel’s website coming back into view. he chooses the dates, chooses two people to occupy the space, and it takes chan to the room selection. he scrolls until he find the perfect room - one with a king size bed, and a balcony view, hopefully one that would overlook the beach.

before he reserves the room, he texts one of his friends that stayed at the same hotel.

hey yeonjun, i need a favor.

which exact floor were you on when you went to that hotel at when you went to crystal beach?

𝙗𝙖𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣! [1𝗄 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇] - part. 1: the destination

synopsis: you and your boyfriend have been working nonstop. performances on his end and endless meetings on yours. when you both finally get a break, he proposes you two get away for a few days. little do the both of you know that this “baecation” will provide physical, emotional, and sexual healing.

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, boyfriend! chan, non-idol! chan (professional dancer! chan), vacation/baecation getaway, lots of teasing, lots of dirty talk, lingerie on reader, hotel room sex, balcony sex, pool sex, basically chan and reader are just horny lovebirds

this part’s tags/warnings: cooking and food, kissing, tinges of suggestive material, mentions of the beach, waterfronts, etc.

word count: 2.6k

notes: well, she’s finally here! baecation is ready for you all to consume and i really hope you all like it! 🥹 thank you again for 1k, it still feels very surreal and i’m so lucky to do one of the things i love and share it with you guys. now before i get too sappy, let’s get into it shall we?

taglist will be reblogged!

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quite frankly - you’re over it.

for the past month and a half, you’ve been pushing your limits at your job. your boss designated you as the lead of a project and on top of that, you had to put in overtime to ensure that the project workload AND your individual load were still up to standards. while you knew things would be worth it in the end (your project commissions and overtime would give you an extra $2,500 dollars on your paycheck), you would be lying if you said your mental and physical health were starting to deteriorate.

today especially, you realized things were going to get worse before they got better. as you shut down your workspace, you felt ounces of your energy leave your body. too much happened for your liking - your teammates argued about the project’s direction, your boss complained about the most minute details in a presentation you were to give in a few days, and to culminate the day, your company laptop malfunctioned while you were working and it had to be sent to i.t. for it to get fixed. at this point, you were ready to head home, wrap yourself up in your covers, and forget about everything and everyone.

you’re not sure if you heard people say goodbye to you as you left the office, but if they did, you were too tired (and too agitated) to care and respond back. as you enter into the parking deck of your office building, you fish for your phone and see some missed texts from your boyfriend, chan.

channie ❤️: hey, just wanted to check on you

channie ❤️: i’ll probably be over later tonight

channie ❤️: so much is going on, and i really want to see you

you breathe a sigh of relief at seeing your boyfriend’s name appear on your screen, but you also can’t help but worry. your boyfriend chan was a professional dancer - and a damn good one. he’s been dancing since he was three, and it’s his first love. he teaches at three of the most popular dance studios on a weekly basis, drawing in huge crowds of avid and eager learners. his instagram comments are always flooded with words of praise - handsomeness and talent catching the eyes of millions. his sharpness, keen eye for detail, and flawless execution made him the target for entertainment companies and he was often called in to be a backup dancer or choreograph for popular idol groups. currently, he’s preparing to dance with a popular boy group after their latest comeback broke records.

he did mention that his rehearsals were getting a bit more intense, especially since this group in particular were about to start their promotion period. there were days where he complained that his body ached and times that you helped take care of him, so you just had to pray and hope that today wasn’t as harsh on him.

you and chan have been together for a year and a half after meeting at party hosted by a mutual friend. you weren’t sure that you two were a good match for each other, but after a few meet-ups and intriguing conversations you realized that you two had more in common than you thought. whatever one of you might have lacked, another made up for in actions or words. you two complemented each other and you had each other’s backs. even through some rough patches, you both realized that there was no one else you wanted to be with. there was no going back.

as you started your car engine, you shoot a quick text back to chan, thanking all higher powers you would at least have some better solace this evening.

babe 😏: you too? i guess we can talk about later when you come by. see you in a bit, love ya ❤️

the drive after work feels somewhat longer than normal, the traffic almost making you reach your limit. but you finally find yourself back in the comfort of your apartment, kicking your shoes off to the side and dropping your bag and blazer to the floor. you breathe a huge sigh of relief as you enter your bedroom, take off your bra, and flop onto your bed, letting the sweet scent of your bedsheets fill your nose.

you find yourself drifting into dreamland a few minutes later, but the grumbling of your stomach and the fact that you still had the rest of your work clothes on brings you back to reality. despite some opposition from the rest of your body, you get up and grab some loungewear from your dresser and head for the shower, hoping to relax your tense muscles.

after you come out the shower and change, you head to the kitchen to start on dinner. you decide on chicken fried rice - one of you and chan’s favorite meals to eat together. you pull the ingredients from the fridge and the seasonings from the cabinet, asking your smart home device to play serene, chill music. the instrumentals fill your space, and you get to work - washing the chicken first.

as you finish garnishing both plates, you hear your doorbell ring. you check your camera, and smile as you see your boyfriend come into view. you quickly wash your hands and answer the door, embracing chan in a tight hug before he can even say anything to you.

he’s surprised at how you rush at him, but it quickly melts into a soft smile as he wraps one hand around your waist and one on the back of your neck. he gently sways you back and forth, rubbing the small of your skin. after nearly eight hours of rehearsal, all he wanted to do was spend the rest of the day with you with no worries.

“hey you,” he whispers, glowing smile still on his perfect features. you finally make eye contact with him, a smile coming on your face, beaming at the fact that you were finally with your love. “hey,” you respond, going up on your toes to press a kiss to his soft cheek. chan takes the opportunity to place his hand on your chin and places a kiss on your lips. he quickly realizes he missed this wonderful feeling, and he deepens his movements, smirking when you can feel yourself lose all control and give into his desires.

you have to force yourself to come off him, knowing that if this continues dinner would be long forgotten. “c’mon babe, i made your favorite!” you take his hand and he drops his bags by your door, the familiar blending of seasonings wafting through his nose. “you made chicken fried rice?!” chan beams, entering the kitchen, his mouth nearly drooling at the plate full of goodness. “man, i really needed this today, thank you baby,” he places a kiss on your cheek this time as he goes to wash his hands. you can’t help but blush as you take the plates to the table, taking your seat as chan follows behind you.

“i’ll eat deliciously,” he affirms you, toasting your fork to you, taking his first bite and nodding in agreement at your cooking. you give him a minute to eat before you ask him anything.

“how have rehearsals been?”

“in one word, crazy,” he sighs. “i had to come in early to teach one of the members since he had an overseas schedule when the group had practice. then we had to rework some formations and drill the choreo over and over to get ready for filming tomorrow. i’m excited for filming and all, but im just tired.”

you sigh, shaking your head in agreement. “that’s understandable, things at the office have been crazy too. i love what i do, but this overtime is driving me crazy. i can’t wait to be finished so i can get this big bonus.”

“you’ve got this through. and when that check comes, it’ll all be worth it. just make sure you take care of yourself in the meantime. you know i’m proud of you right?” he rubs your back, his hand softening your tight muscles.

“thanks,” you respond shyly, smiling at your lover. “you know i’m proud of you too. you’re living out your dream everyday and you’re having fun doing it. your hard work is paying off too, chan. if i haven’t told you lately, you’re doing amazing. but you also need to make sure you’re taking care of yourself too, okay?”

he nods in agreement. “it’s only fair cause i asked you to do the same. i promise i’ll take care of myself.”

time passes by pleasantly, empty plates now in the dishwasher, conversations continuing from the kitchen table to the couch. your head rests on chan’s shoulders, your right hand on his leg.

“so when do you guys film the performance video?”

“tomorrow, and it’s supposed to last two days. then we have promotions with the group, but they divided us into two groups, so i only have to perform at music shows during the second week.”

an idea pops into your head, imaginary lightbulbs flashing rapidly. even though you were working overtime, you were scheduled for absences on friday and monday and your boss hadn’t rescinded on your days off. if chan only had to work until thursday, that would mean for once - both of your schedules would align.

“wait.. so that means you have a break after the music video?” you question. “even if it’s a short one?”

“yeah, what are you getting at?”

you sit up from your boyfriend’s shoulder realizing that the planning you completed in your head might have actually worked. “chan,” you exclaimed, “i actually have a break too! i get friday and monday off! chan, do you know what this means? we finally have the chance to spend more time together!”

your excitedness makes chan swoon, but it also brings a tinge of sadness. you were right - you two have been so busy that you had limited time together. between him dancing and teaching and with your work project, moments like these where you two could get away for a minute were rare.

“we should do something special then baby! we could go to dinner,” he gasps coming up with a new idea, “and i’ve always wanted to take you on a night boat ride! remember when i sent you those pictures from japan?”

earlier in the year, chan went overseas for another performance opportunity and during his time off, he and some of his other dancer friends took a boat ride with the city lights gleaming over the large body of water, waves that could lull anyone to sleep with their calming effect. it was a sight to behold, even through a 7 inch phone screen.

“yeah i do! those pictures were gorgeous,” you admire, thinking how back them you wished you were with chan on that boat, head resting on his shoulders like you did earlier, taking peeks of your boyfriend every now and then. he would be staring into the distance, somehow managing to look more handsome than anyone else.

“actually, i kinda want to do something grander than a date night though..” you hint, playing with your hair as you temporarily avoid eye contact. “i’ve been seeing this idea on insta for a while, and now i dream of doing it with you, chan. why don’t we take a trip together babe?”

“like a day trip?”

“mmm, i was thinking more like for the weekend. and it doesn’t have to be somewhere ridiculously far either, not like bali or anything! matter of fact, there’s a beach that i found right off the coast and the city is stunning!” you pull out your phone and type in the name of the beach in the search engine. you pass your phone to chan, images of beautiful blue water and white sand flooding his lenses.

“ah, crystal beach!” chan recognizes the name. “some of my friends have been there before, they said it was really nice! they said there’s a waterfront hotel right in front of the beach, and from the right floor you can get the perfect view.”

suddenly, you can envision the two of you on the fifteenth floor, sunrise glistening through the windows as you sleep in chan’s arms, legs wrapped around his waist, head on his chest. nothing else would matter in that moment expect for you two. no work, no projects, no eight-counts - just you, your lover, and the gentle ocean breeze.

“so, what are you thinking? should we go for it?” you ask.

“let’s do it babe! we’ve never done something like this before, and we can make some great memories out of it! and from the looks it, we could both use some time away from all of this,” he gestures towards the windows, overseeing the big city that encased you two.

“yeah,” you nod in agreement. “i think some time away is long overdue. and it’ll be good for us! honestly, i was thinking about us waking up together, and now i can’t wait to get out of here!” you both share a quick laugh as you head comes to the familiar space of chan’s shoulders.

you two share a few moments of silence before chan taps your leg twice as your eyes look into his, “do you wanna leave friday morning? we can get there by the afternoon, chill for a bit, and then get dinner or something.”

“m’kay, that sounds good to me. do you want me to reserve the room or do you wanna do it?” you ask, rubbing his shoulder.

“i can reserve the hotel room! don’t worry about it babe.” you kiss chan’s cheek as a thank you, fingers intertwining with his. chan pulls out his phone, typing in the hotel name, leading him to the website. he then locks his phone, already making plans to make this the best trip for you both.

some more time passes, you and chan watching random youtube videos, laughing at funny moments. but soon it comes time for chan to leave, he has an early morning because of the music video filming.

you walk with him to the door, handing him his bags. you go on your toes to kiss his cheek one more time before he leaves. “good luck on filming, i’ll see you on friday!”

he bends down to press a gentle kiss on your lips, hand caressing your jaw to deepen the feeling. you return his passion, tongues moving together like choreography. when you separate, his lips form in a smirk - he loves the feeling of leaving you breathless.

“if i get out early on thursday night i’ll text you. if i do, can i spend the night?”

“of course, baby,” you smile at him, biting your lip. “i’ll see you soon, okay? you need to get some rest.”

“okay, okay, love you baby,” he says leaving one more kiss on your lips.

“love you too, text me when you get home!” you respond as he opens the door, waving you goodbye, signaling with his fingers that he would affirm he got home safely.

chan closes the door as he walks to the elevator, hearing your door lock, making sure you were safe. he quickly gets out his phone, the hotel’s website coming back into view. he chooses the dates, chooses two people to occupy the space, and it takes chan to the room selection. he scrolls until he find the perfect room - one with a king size bed, and a balcony view, hopefully one that would overlook the beach.

before he reserves the room, he texts one of his friends that stayed at the same hotel.

hey yeonjun, i need a favor.

which exact floor were you on when you went to that hotel at crystal beach?

the korean embassy in isnotreal is organizing kpop world festival there and is basically a competition people can participate with the support of kbs so yeah... this is quite bad

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Synopsis: How long can your boyfriend keep you a secret?

(a,f,h) The story of us @gyuswhore

Synopsis: BestFriends to Lovers

(f) Pause + Play @mingsolo

Synopsis: MeetCute, 90s Au, Strangers to Lovers

(f) Still playing? @wonuwonder

Synopsis: GamerBoyfriend!Wonwoo, Established Relationship

(m) Still playing? Part 2

(f) Vampire!Wonwoo @sluttywoozi

(m) Like we just met @onlymingyus ft.Jeonghan

Synopsis: Friends to Lovers, Reunited Friends

(m,f) Cookies & Cream @seokgyuu

Synopsis: AcademicRivals to Lovers

(m,a) On second thought @the-boy-meets-evil

Synopsis: roommates/friends to fwb to ??

(m) Sales pitch II @highvern ft.Jun

Synopsis: Coworker!Jun + Jun’s Roommate!Wonwoo

(f,m,a) Heat @ihavethedreamies

Synopsis: Sci-Fi AU!, Acquaintances-to-Lovers

(m,f) Red Haze @synthetickitsune

Synopsis: The taste lingering on your tongue is smooth like his hands caressing your skin and the warmth in your chest could be love or wine, who really knows. It's unimportant either way with the way he's looking at you.

(m) For every question… @sluttyminghao

Synopsis: Tutor!Wonwoo

(m) Gamers do it better ft.Scoups

Synopsis: Roommates Au

(m) Rogue @smileysuh

Synopsis: 70's Au, Strangers to Lovers

(m) Crossroads ft.Mingyu

Synopsis: Biker!Meanie, Booktok!Reader, neighbours!Au

(m,f) When you gave me your name

Synopsis: Fae Au, Soulmate Au, Established Relationship

(m) Players

Synopsis: Gamer!Streamer!Au, Enemies to Lovers, Tsundre!Wonwoo, FuckBuddies to Lovers, Secret Relationship, Original Character

(m) Nerd

Synopsis: Gamer!Wonwoo, Established Relationship Au

(m) Good to us @multi-kpop-fanfics ft.Mingyu

Synopsis: Threesome

(m) Good to me

Synopsis: Continuation of Good To Us

(f,m) All to yourself

Synopsis: BestFriend!Wonwoo

(m,f) More than I can resist ft.Scoups

Synopsis: Poly!Au

(m,f) More than I can handle ft.Scoups

Synopsis: Poly!Au

(m) [9:47 PM] @wonusite

Synopsis: BadBoy!Wonwoo

(m) Cat & mouse

Synopsis: Wonwoo doesn’t understand why you’re so adamant in avoiding him after the amazing night you two spent together, but he’s not going to let you get away from him so easily.

(m) Hickeys @timedhoney

(m) Tutor!Wonwoo @sluttywonwoo

(m) MafiaBoss!Wonwoo @dirtysvthoughts

7. “please don’t stop” 71. “y-you’re not.... w-wearing anything under that, are you” 123. “you feel amazing”

shy!lee chan x afab!reader; smut; MDNI. a/n: @wonwooz1 thank you for your request!❣️

although everyone always gossip about lee chan being a fuckboy, you still made a move on him. you’ve never been a person to believe in everything people say, you prefer to figure out the truth yourself.

and the truth is that lee chan is the most innocent boy you’ve ever had. it’s not about him being a virgin, because he isn’t, in fact, he had couple of partners in the past (but, as he shamelessly admitted to you, it never was really good).

you still wonder why people call him a “fuckboy”. probably because he’s always just nice to everyone, smiles sweetly, offers his help with everything that he can help with.

but there is one really interesting thing: he was popular in girls’ circles because he was (and still is) really good at massaging. not for free, of course, someone paid him money, someone did his homework. no wonder everyone thought that he came to the different dorm rooms every night to fuck cute girls. well, he really made them feel good but in a very different way.

that’s it. that’s a secret of the fuckboy lee chan.

however, since you started dating, he obviously stopped this. you trust your boyfriend, but the thought of him touching other girls isn’t really pleasant, and chan totally understands that.

overall, relationship with chan is perfect. he’s really attentive, often takes you to a small dates and even let you meet his friend group. he’s so sweet, maybe even too sweet, because in three months of dating you still did nothing more than kisses.

chan told you about his not really nice experience and that he’s afraid to do something wrong with you, because you’re too precious for him. however, the thing is that you don’t really care what it’s gonna be like until it’s him. so you’ve made up a plan.

you asked chan to massage you only ten minutes ago and he’s already at your door just like an obedient puppy.

“hey baby,” he smiles at you when you open the door.

“hi,” you give him a quick kiss. “let’s go to my room, yeah?”

he just nods and follows you. “something hurts? that’s why you asked me?”

“no, i’m just.. tired. want to relax,” you sound a bit seductive, when you smirk at him and lay down on your bed wearing a night gown.

chan only hums in response, then he sits on the bed at your side. “can i take it off a bit?”

“you don’t have to ask, you know that, right? you can do whatever you need… or want.”

his cheeks start blushing as he starts taking off the gown from your shoulders. the next moment he freezes.

“what’s wrong, channie?” you ask him.

“y-you’re not.... w-wearing anything under that, are you?”

“take it off and find out,” you giggle at him, but he stays still.

“i’m… i don’t know if i should do this.” his whisper is barely audible, and you feel a bit bad for forcing him.

“don’t do it if you’re uncomfortable, i’m sorry if you don’t feel like doing something-“

“no,” he cuts you. “i- i really, oh god, i really want you. i’m so tired of jerking off at my room every time i come back after meeting with you, because you’re the hottest girl i know…”

“oh, you know other girls?” you ask jokingly and chan laughs.

“you know what i mean.” you nod still laying beside him. “i just really don’t want to mess up or not to make you feel good… what if you didn’t even cum, it would be too embarrassing.”

you sigh, rearranging your gown and sitting up. “channie, baby, you’re overthinking this. i don’t want to cum, well, it would a pleasant bonus, but firstly i just want to feel you, to be as close as possible.”

“r-really?” he shudders when you start stroking his spine under the t-shirt.

you only hum in agreement, continuing touching him slightly. “do you want me to share one secret?”

“of course.”

then you take his hand and put it under your gown, his fingers trace the skin of your thighs and then you move it to your core. chan groans when he feels it. he feels how hot and wet you are.

“you feel amazing,” he whispers while playing with your folds quite shyly.

“imagine how it’s gonna feel around your dick,” you tell him in a low voice and his breath hitches.

“please,” he whimpers. you smile devilishly and palm his hard dick trough his pants. chan starts moaning quietly as the movements of your hand become rougher. “please, don’t stop.”

“i would never,” you tell him before kissing him as your hand slips under his pants and underwear. “you will love it, baby, i promise.”

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warning: fratboy!chan x older working adult fem!reader dynamic, ex's younger brother, mommy kink, switch!chan, a lot of dirty talk, unprotected sex, possessive chan, oral (giving and rec), praise kink, exchanging cum, probably grammar mistakes

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You swore off men. Anyone with a dick would be off limits. Especially Lee men. After your last relationship, dick truly fucked up any potential future relationship for you.

So why the fuck were you on your knees? You had no excuse being there, no excuse for sucking dry your ex-boyfriend’s younger brother. No matter how hot and sweaty he looks after coming home from the gym. You were just there to drop off his asshole brother’s things. And maybe have that lemonade he was offering. And surely lemonade is not code for a mouth full of frat boy dick like when you were in college.

Yet somehow.

“Shit…this is so…wrong…” As Lee Chan fought you off with his words, his hands decidedly thread through your hair, locking his soft kind eyes with you as your lips wrapped around his cock and slobbering over his length that was a surprisingly pleasant size.

“He’s gonna fucking hate me,” he whined, only for his hips to softly piston in your mouth.

Your moans vibrated against his skin, sending waves of nerves throughout his body. Chan was irrevocably enthralled by you and always has been when his brother introduced you to his family for the first time, but never in all his years did he imagine he’d have you in such a position. In any position really.

The corner of your lips stretched to your ears, licking a long  thick stripe up his shaft before cradling his cock against your face. “Do you want to stop, pretty boy?”

His lips parted to speak only to close back up, pressing them into a firm line before another moan escaped through them as you kissed his bulging veins. The whites of his nails piercing the leather of the couch he was pinned against as his eyes fell shut, muttering a mantra of apologies for his older brother missing in action.

“You’re such a good boy to worry about your brother. He’s so lucky to have you,” you complimented as you stroked him around a clenched fist.

Chan shook his head, a remorseful frown on his face. “Definitely not a good enough one,” he managed to mutter.

“But look, you’re letting your brother’s ex girlfriend suck your cock but all you can think about how he’d feel. You’re such a good boy.” Your nails claw down his bare torso, from his heaving pectoral to to his clenched abdomen. Someone above put a test in front of him and he was failing. “And too good of a brother.”

He swallowed a lump down your throat, feet glued to the ground, stooping his knees from completely giving out. “This…shouldn’t have happened…it shouldn’t be happening—“

“Then why don’t you stop me?”

He exhaled a shallow breath. “You know why I can’t.”

“Dumb it down for me why don’t you?”

“Fuck,” he buried his reluctance in the back of his throat, hips leaning towards you before they shifted, gaining momentum. “It’s you, that’s why.”

“Me?” You chuckled before putting him back in your mouth, squeezing around his girth.

His hands found claim back on your hair before losing control of his morals, no longer tiptoeing around eggshells and instead crushing them along his path. “Yes, you.”

Your eyes dilate a centimeter too wide when his tense expression melts into one of acceptance, then determination as his body relaxed into your warmth and plummeted down your throat. “It’s always…been you.”

He could no longer resist your advances, letting out a groan of anguish as he emptied in your mouth, cradling the crown of your head to his groin as his stream poured inside of you, his hips faltering as he the white disappear past your lips. Tapping against his hips, he released you mercilessly, ensuing the coughing and the gagging that inevitably came. “You…dirty boy,” you chided, face warm and throat sore.

He softly scoffed, before picking you up from the ground and smashing his lips against yours. “If you’re not holding back than neither should I…Mommy.”

“Mommy?” You grinned.

“Too much?”

“Oh, baby boy. Not at all.” You threw your arms around him, languidly moving your lips, and letting the taste of his own cum penetrated Chan’s senses, only enticing him more. “Lay it all out for mommy. Can you do that for me, baby?”

He gingerly nodded, hand caressing your face with an inspired smile. “Yes, anything. Anything mommy wants, I can do.”

“What do you want, baby?”

He sighed. “I want to taste Mommy.”

“You do, don’t you,” your kiss him playfully, grinding against his cock, feeling him grow under your touch. “Show me how much you want it.”

“Mmh, I want it,” he lifted you off the ground before moving you back toward the dining table planting you flat against the dining table. “I’ll show Mommy exactly how much I want it.”

He tugged off your skirt, flashing your wet panties practically drenched in your anticipation. You heard him take a sharp breath, already inhaling that scent that he knows was now forever ingrained into every wrinkle of his brain.

“You look like you’re about to eat me alive, baby,” You mused.

“And Mommy would be right.”

He pulled you by the legs, emitting a small yelp, before all you could feel was his mouth on your clothed cunt, sucking your wetness through your lace, and his moans against you, living and breathing inside you. Your hands reach either edge of the table before started riding his face, erupting his giggles, “I get to taste mommy’s pussy…I’m fucking dreaming.”

“Mmh, Chan,” you moaned, your fingers pressing into his head and feeling his tongue explore you like the new world.

“Mommy…” he parted your panties to the side, tasting until it’s only raw heat on his tongue and he swallowing every drop.

“Baby like mommy’s pussy?”

You felt him nod. “Mommy’s pussy is perfect…need her cum in my mouth.”

“Work for it, baby.” You laughed.

“Yes, Mommy.” 

If Chan’s mouth was law, you’d be a follower. You embraced every caress, every stroke, every thrust of his tongue. The ‘fuck me’ eyes that stared back at you as he ruined you like rain on parade. You braced on the table, hips taking his face, walls fluttering, and breathing in staggering breaths. “Oh my god,” you spoke as if confessing sin, “I’m gonna cum.”

Chan could not stop himself, and what was between your legs became safe haven. You rode his face until you saw stars, planets, whatever the galaxy offered, while Chan’s name echoed throughout the room and bounced off the walls.

He clamped his grip on your hips, fusing himself to you and tasting your climax flood his gums with the sensation of every twitch of your thighs. As soon as they faltered, he found your lips, mixing your cum in his mouth with remnants of his cum in yours, both swallowing betrayal that’s been long forgotten the moment Chan laid eyes on a freshly single you. “Taste that, mommy? Taste good that pretty pussy of yours is?”

“Baby…”

You tugged on his hair, grinding your hips against him and feel that cock slide against your pussy lips and thinking about how you both were still so close yet so far.

You needed it. You needed Chan. You need to feel him stretch you out fuck the shit out of you. You needed him to ruin you on this stupid family dining room table that humiliates you now that the person that introduced you has put an end to things on his own terms. You were gonna get closure your way and no other way.

“I want baby’s cock in me…”

Chan smiles, hands tracing over your curves and lines. “Mommy, are you asking or are you telling?”

“I’m demanding.”

His smile was only more radiant after your tone shift, positioning himself exactly where he needed to be. “Anything for you, Mommy.”

It’s big. It’s thick. But after the feast Chan had, he was sliding through you with ease, testing the limits of your endurance as he vanished inside you. Your voice gave out, hands planting on either of his shoulders as he took you by the hips to drag you against him across the table. 

You rest your forehead against his. “Baby...”

“That feel good?”

You nodded. “So good, baby. Your pretty cock pushing in and out my cum.”

He groaned, his hands moving to squeeze your hips, “Mommy, your mouth—”

“Filthy hmm? Like your cock fucking my mouth or how your tongue tasted my pussy?” 

He moaned, against your lips, pounding you against him so desperately the table shook and it was a study table from your experience. “Your talking is gonna make me cum, Mommy.”

“Good because it’s all I want: baby’s cum in mommy’s pussy, squirting your fat load inside of Mommy…Make Mommy yours.”

“Mommy, you’re killing me.”

Your nails ran down his back, pleased. Lips tasting the salt in his sweat, and your breath cooling the heat of his flushed neck. “Mommy just wants you to empty out in her, fuck her better than anyone else has.”

“Better than anyone else…like my brother?” He asked in gentle reluctance.

“Would that be hard for you? You think you can’t fuck me like your brother would?”

Violently, he shook his head. “No,” his hips take flight and a moan cracked out of your lips. “I don’t think anyone would fuck Mommy like I can. Especially my brother.”

“Yeah?” You clenched around his biceps. “You gonna make me forget what he feels like?”

“I’ll make you forget his name.”

“Chan…”

“Mommy won’t remember nobody’s name but mine.”

You don’t remember when it was that you arrived at this house but you’d soon realize when you’d come. And come. And come.

And come until Chan was empty, or at least until someone finally came home. But it was the weekend. Your ex was out of town and so was his parents. 

So who the fuck knows when that is.

mafia boss! wonwoo x reader headcanons

tags/warnings: smut, female! reader, reader is shorter than wonwoo, some pwp, some worldbuilding before the smut (you know how i do), pet names (pretty girl, little one, etc.), mentions of love languages, mentions of lingerie, fingering, lots of kissing and making out, mentions of a dinner, apartment sex, kitchen sex into bedroom sex, make sure they wrap it up before you unwrap it! i’m actually highly upset i can’t have wonwoo blow my back out on a regular

author’s note: first of all, HEY BESTIES! i know i’ve been kinda silent, but i’m slowly getting back my will and motivation to write (do NOT take 3 classes during the summer). i’ve been dying to get my thoughts out on this after the lalali mv, and who knows - this may end up as a full length fic sometime soon 👀 let’s get into it!

———

-mafia boss! wonwoo whose gang started off small, and now he runs one of the largest mafia organizations in the country. he’s cunning, smart, sly, intimidating, even ruthless. those under him respect and admire him, from his vice-leader to the newer members. he strikes fear into several and he is not to be taken lightly or crossed. several groups have been eliminated with just a few words from his lips (like he said, he’s a monster).

-then enter you, his lover, whose entire lifestyle is the opposite of the one he leads. you’re just a simple office worker, but you’re fortunate enough to have some extra pleasures, like a lavish apartment and a decent social life. wonwoo has had his share of women and previous relationships, but you were different. you keep him level headed and grounded. your calm demeanor and intelligence are so very, very attractive to him. and of course, your looks and natural beauty were stunning. he’s protective of you and would prefer you rather not get involved in any of his business endeavors.

-even though he insists on not bringing you into his craziness, he wants to help you out and provide for you as much as he can. his acts of service have ranged from his captains running errands for you to even giving you large monetary gifts every few months.

smut under the cut!! minors DO NOT INTERACT FROM HERE!

-good god, sex with mafia boss! wonwoo would go two ways: rough sex with you screaming and begging for mercy or soft sex with you whimpering and moaning his name, telling you to hold your cum in until he says you can release it. either way, his dominance will be asserted.

-has multiple pet names for you, but absolutely loves calling you: “little one,” “princess,” “my darling,” and “pretty girl.”

-mafia boss! wonwoo has an OBSESSION with you in lingerie. he. can’t. get. enough. he’s bought you multiple sets, and of course has his favorites. absolutely loves it when you dress up for him, he will roam his calloused hands up and down your body, kissing your stomach as he toys with the hem of your panties.

-one of your sexual encounters was in his gang’s warehouse (before the group’s weekly meeting, so it was empty). he looked so dashing in his green gucci suit, hair pulled back into a bun - the wetness gushing in your panties making it clear you needed him. when he closes and locks the warehouse garage door, he crashes his lips onto yours while his hands grab your ass. he grunted something about missing you and how he needed to feel your tight cunt around him. at the moment, you’re unable to form words, but you feel the exact same way, all you could think about was him while you were working and the last time he fucked you silly. he walks you over to a table, lips still on yours and his hands now moving to take off your blouse. he tosses the white garment to the side, leaving you in your bra and work pants. once the back of your knees hit the edge of the table, he guides you to lay on top, clearing off everything in your way - objects loudly crashing to the floor. he caresses your face as his right hand works the clasps and the zipper on your pants, fingers slowly trailing inside your panties, and lightly touching your clit from the outside. you can help but bite your lip and moan his name, wonwoo smirking in response and he rubs the pad of his fingers around your part. “think you can finish before junghoon (his vice leader) gets here, little one?”

-another wonderful sexual encounter brought out his soft dom side. he wanted to spend some time with you, so you two set a date where he can come over to your place, have some food, and enjoy your company. on the day of, he rings the doorbell to your apartment, bringing with him a bottle of champagne, dressed in a white mock turtleneck with black pants. when you open the door, a smile appears on his face and you take his hand, leading him through the door. you just put him at ease, and he feels so comfortable around you. “i missed you my darling,” he whispers as he kisses your hand, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

-some time passes after dinner, and the two of you are talking in the kitchen with champagne still in your glasses. as you sit on the counter, wonwoo finishes washing the dishes, thanking you for the meal. you shrug and say it was nothing and you didn’t mind, but wonwoo insists that it was something more. “i know i don’t say this a lot, but i want to let you know that i do love you, and you mean a lot to me.” your heart melts at his words and you give wonwoo a hug as he comes back to your side. “i love you too, baby,” you whisper. a few moments later, you delicately press your lips on his, and he seals the deal. your tongues dance together as you continue to kiss, this time your hands are the first to move and they tug at the hem of his turtleneck, pulling it up to reveal some of his abs. he helps you out as his shirt goes higher, and it’s quickly tossed to the other side of the room. he returns the favor by taking off your crop top, revealing the bra that beautifully accentuates your breasts. he licks his lips as he kisses your neck, his hands moving slowly up your thighs. “w-wonwoo,” you whine, “i need you!” “i know, darling, i know,” he responds. “you’ll have everything you want and more tonight.” he carries you bridal style to your bedroom, lips still locked together as gently tosses you onto the bed.

-you’re pretty sure by now your neighbors can hear you moan for your partner, but you could care less right now - wonwoo was thrusting into so deliciously that you body pinged with each movement. he knew your body and he knew how to please you, and tonight he wanted to make sure just how much you meant to him. filthy phrases leave his mouth, calling you his baby girl, how perfect your pussy was for him, and all he wanted was to see your legs covered in his juices. you grasp onto your hotel-like white sheets, your face contorting as his deep voice and dick send you over the edge when he hits your spot and releases his load in you. you breathe heavily as you come too, saying his name over and over as if it was the only thing you knew.

“i love you little one,” he kisses your cheek as he pulls out, embracing you as you cuddle up to his side.

“mmm, i love you too.”

spotted: every wonwoorideul's weakness🤕

did Strawberry Bubblegum Hoshi have a chokehold on anyone else in 2016😭 I had that shit downloaded on my school ipad😭😭😭

JT & Timbaland knew exactly wtf they were doing with those lyrics🥴

mafia boss! wonwoo x reader headcanons

tags/warnings: smut, female! reader, reader is shorter than wonwoo, some pwp, some worldbuilding before the smut (you know how i do), pet names (pretty girl, little one, etc.), mentions of love languages, mentions of lingerie, fingering, lots of kissing and making out, mentions of a dinner, apartment sex, kitchen sex into bedroom sex, make sure they wrap it up before you unwrap it! i’m actually highly upset i can’t have wonwoo blow my back out on a regular

author’s note: first of all, HEY BESTIES! i know i’ve been kinda silent, but i’m slowly getting back my will and motivation to write (do NOT take 3 classes during the summer). i’ve been dying to get my thoughts out on this after the lalali mv, and who knows - this may end up as a full length fic sometime soon 👀 let’s get into it!

———

-mafia boss! wonwoo whose gang started off small, and now he runs one of the largest mafia organizations in the country. he’s cunning, smart, sly, intimidating, even ruthless. those under him respect and admire him, from his vice-leader to the newer members. he strikes fear into several and he is not to be taken lightly or crossed. several groups have been eliminated with just a few words from his lips (like he said, he’s a monster).

-then enter you, his lover, whose entire lifestyle is the opposite of the one he leads. you’re just a simple office worker, but you’re fortunate enough to have some extra pleasures, like a lavish apartment and a decent social life. wonwoo has had his share of women and previous relationships, but you were different. you keep him level headed and grounded. your calm demeanor and intelligence are so very, very attractive to him. and of course, your looks and natural beauty were stunning. he’s protective of you and would prefer you rather not get involved in any of his business endeavors.

-even though he insists on not bringing you into his craziness, he wants to help you out and provide for you as much as he can. his acts of service have ranged from his captains running errands for you to even giving you large monetary gifts every few months.

smut under the cut!! minors DO NOT INTERACT FROM HERE!

-good god, sex with mafia boss! wonwoo would go two ways: rough sex with you screaming and begging for mercy or soft sex with you whimpering and moaning his name, telling you to hold your cum in until he says you can release it. either way, his dominance will be asserted.

-has multiple pet names for you, but absolutely loves calling you: “little one,” “princess,” “my darling,” and “pretty girl.”

-mafia boss! wonwoo has an OBSESSION with you in lingerie. he. can’t. get. enough. he’s bought you multiple sets, and of course has his favorites. absolutely loves it when you dress up for him, he will roam his calloused hands up and down your body, kissing your stomach as he toys with the hem of your panties.

-one of your sexual encounters was in his gang’s warehouse (before the group’s weekly meeting, so it was empty). he looked so dashing in his green gucci suit, hair pulled back into a bun - the wetness gushing in your panties making it clear you needed him. when he closes and locks the warehouse garage door, he crashes his lips onto yours while his hands grab your ass. he grunted something about missing you and how he needed to feel your tight cunt around him. at the moment, you’re unable to form words, but you feel the exact same way, all you could think about was him while you were working and the last time he fucked you silly. he walks you over to a table, lips still on yours and his hands now moving to take off your blouse. he tosses the white garment to the side, leaving you in your bra and work pants. once the back of your knees hit the edge of the table, he guides you to lay on top, clearing off everything in your way - objects loudly crashing to the floor. he caresses your face as his right hand works the clasps and the zipper on your pants, fingers slowly trailing inside your panties, and lightly touching your clit from the outside. you can help but bite your lip and moan his name, wonwoo smirking in response and he rubs the pad of his fingers around your part. “think you can finish before junghoon (his vice leader) gets here, little one?”

-another wonderful sexual encounter brought out his soft dom side. he wanted to spend some time with you, so you two set a date where he can come over to your place, have some food, and enjoy your company. on the day of, he rings the doorbell to your apartment, bringing with him a bottle of champagne, dressed in a white mock turtleneck with black pants. when you open the door, a smile appears on his face and you take his hand, leading him through the door. you just put him at ease, and he feels so comfortable around you. “i missed you my darling,” he whispers as he kisses your hand, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

-some time passes after dinner, and the two of you are talking in the kitchen with champagne still in your glasses. as you sit on the counter, wonwoo finishes washing the dishes, thanking you for the meal. you shrug and say it was nothing and you didn’t mind, but wonwoo insists that it was something more. “i know i don’t say this a lot, but i want to let you know that i do love you, and you mean a lot to me.” your heart melts at his words and you give wonwoo a hug as he comes back to your side. “i love you too, baby,” you whisper. a few moments later, you delicately press your lips on his, and he seals the deal. your tongues dance together as you continue to kiss, this time your hands are the first to move and they tug at the hem of his turtleneck, pulling it up to reveal some of his abs. he helps you out as his shirt goes higher, and it’s quickly tossed to the other side of the room. he returns the favor by taking off your crop top, revealing the bra that beautifully accentuates your breasts. he licks his lips as he kisses your neck, his hands moving slowly up your thighs. “w-wonwoo,” you whine, “i need you!” “i know, darling, i know,” he responds. “you’ll have everything you want and more tonight.” he carries you bridal style to your bedroom, lips still locked together as gently tosses you onto the bed.

-you’re pretty sure by now your neighbors can hear you moan for your partner, but you could care less right now - wonwoo was thrusting into so deliciously that you body pinged with each movement. he knew your body and he knew how to please you, and tonight he wanted to make sure just how much you meant to him. filthy phrases leave his mouth, calling you his baby girl, how perfect your pussy was for him, and all he wanted was to see your legs covered in his juices. you grasp onto your hotel-like white sheets, your face contorting as his deep voice and dick send you over the edge when he hits your spot and releases his load in you. you breathe heavily as you come too, saying his name over and over as if it was the only thing you knew.

“i love you little one,” he kisses your cheek as he pulls out, embracing you as you cuddle up to his side.

“mmm, i love you too.”

i can't wait for baecation!! when will u release it?🥺

hi my love! sorry this took so long to answer, yours truly is in school for the summer (surprise, but is it really 💀💀) so writing time has been nonexistent with my busy schedule :/

butttt nevertheless, my goal is to release part 1 of baecation by the end of june, with parts 2 and 3 coming out in july! i’ll try and provide exact dates soon but just know it’s coming!!

i do miss writing but i’m also making sure my other priorities are straight, i can’t fail school ya know 🥲 i’ll see you guys soon (and it might be sooner than you think 👀)!

-kenny

just to warn yall - i am seriously considering password protecting my blog and if i do that, it will look like i deactivated

it won’t be forever but you won’t be able to access my blog or my works until i go public again

i’m fr just so exhausted and disheartened by the fact that some people are putting their desire to read smut over my mental health and safety and comfort (not to mention the fact that it’s literally illegal to distribute porn to minors so i could get in actual legal trouble for it)

so if this blog disappears, don’t worry! it’ll come back eventually and you can still chat with me on @fallinwoozi if you so desire

i love you guys 💖

edited to add: i’ll be password protecting tonight

seventeen as random stuff ive retweeted - part [1/??]

+ bonus (bc i luv my man <3)

WONWOO's THE FACE SHOP Ad Shoot Sketch

That's...He's just everyting i ever wanted

Facetime with Mingyu

Pairings: Mingyu x afab reader Summary: You sent Mingyu some lingerie pictures and he decided pictures weren't enough, so he's decided to give you a call... Genre: Smut, minors DNI Warnings: Phone sex, mutual masturbation, guided masturbation, use of sex toys, lots of dirty talk, use of pet names, praise kink Word count: ~2.8k

Author’s Note: I got the idea for this months ago and I've finally sat down to write it! So hope you enjoy! x

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"Hello?" You answer the Facetime request from Mingyu.

"Good, you're still in the lingerie," Mingyu replied. You can see him walking down a hallway and entering a room. 

"So you liked the pictures?" You smirked. 

"You know I always love your pictures," You were bored and Mingyu had been gone for far too long, you had to show him what he was missing.

“What are you up to?”

“Just got back to the hotel room, thought I’d call to see your pretty face, and you’re pretty underwear up close.”

“You could zoom in on the photos you know,” 

“It’s not the same, so pan down. Show me.”

You do as you’re told, moving your phone slowly down your body and back up to your face. “Happy?”

“Show me more,”

“How much more?”

“All of you,”

“Give me a sec,” you get off the bed to find somewhere to prop your phone up so Mingyu can see your full figure. You take your time undressing, using slow movements to tease him, enjoying the fact that he was halfway across the world and couldn’t do anything to speed up your pace.

“Is it the internet that’s slow or are you genuinely trying to kill me?” Mingyu asks, shifting in his seat.

“I’m running this show, you have to accept my pace,” you say over your shoulder as you drop your bra to the floor.

“You’d better turn around and show me those perky tits of yours.” Mingyu practically growls as you lift a leg to unhook your garter belt from your stocking.

“Patience, baby,” you smirk rolling the stocking down your leg. You remove both your stockings before slowly turning around to face your phone again, Mingyu’s face close to the camera waiting in anticipation.

You hear him moan as you lean down close to the camera to remove your panties, blowing Mingyu a kiss before you straighten up so he could see you fully exposed.

“God I wish I was there,” Mingyu groans. “I just want to touch you all over, claim you, make you mine.”

“I already am yours,” You say, lifting the phone again to your face.

“I wasn’t done looking,” Mingyu pouts.

“I just wanna see your face, I miss you too ya know.”

“That’s not why you sent those photos and you know it. You wanted me to squirm, to turn me on, make my cock hard.”

“Is it?” You ask, batting your eyes innocently.

“You know it is,”

“Show me,”

Mingyu moves to prop the camera up so he can sit back, he removed his shirt slowly, teasing you back as he exposes his muscular chest. He then reaches for the buttons on his jeans and undoes them before hooking his fingers into his waistband and lifting his waist to pull them down. His cock springing free and landing against his abdomen, his eyes on you and as your mouth opens hungrily.

“You should close your mouth baby, don’t want you catching flies.” Mingyu smirks.

You close your mouth and lie back on the bed, “So now what?”

“Open your toy drawer, what have we got to play with today?” Mingyu asks bringing his phone back to his face.

“You wanna play?” You ask, blushing. You were used to having phone sex with Mingyu, he was away a lot and you had to be creative but this was the first time you were on Facetime, usually, you just talked, it was different if he could really see what you were actually doing.

“Well, I guess I could just put my clothes back on and we could watch a movie or something but that seems like a waste.”

“It does,” you bite your lip thinking about his cock standing proud against his stomach. You flip your phone camera around and open your bedside drawer to show Mingyu you’re toy collection. It was a small collection, but Mingyu had added to it over time, he was always bringing home fun things to try in the bedroom.

“Take a vibrator and a dildo, maybe some lube if you need it.” You lift the items from the drawer and set them down on the nightstand. “You should probably get a tripod too, I want to see all of you.”

You disappear to find a tripod and have to do some fiddling to set it up at a good angle. Mingyu stays silent on his end as he watches you setting up, he would never complain about getting a good view of your breasts as you adjust the tripod.

“Is this good?” You ask, moving back onto the bed.

“Looks great,”

“I can’t see you as well though,” you complain.

“You don’t need to baby, this part is all for me. You’ll get to see all you need to very soon.”

“You promise you won’t touch yourself ‘til then?”

“I’ll do my best,”

“You’d better,” you warn, spreading your legs to give Mingyu a view of your core.

“There’s my pretty girl, give your pussy a little stroke for me, and go slow.” You lift your hand and do as you’re told, your fingers trailing up and down your slit and over your clit. “Are you wet for me yet baby?”

“I’m getting there,” you say leaning into your touch. 

“Work your clit a bit more, I want to see your pussy glistening for me.”

You move your fingers to your clit, rubbing in small circles and letting out a moan at the sensation. You spread your legs wider to give Mingyu a better view.

“God you look go good right now baby, you’re making me so hard. I want you to take two fingers and slowly push them into your core. Show me how wet you are.”

You move your hand lower, inserting your index and middle finger into your pussy, you begin to move them in and out of you, creating the friction your body was yearning for.

It takes a minute before you realise that Mingyu is calling your name, you freeze in motion to look up at your phone. “Having fun?” Mingyu asks when he gets your attention.

“Just getting carried away,” you mumble before removing your fingers and sitting up. “As you can see though, very wet.” You bring your fingers close to the screen.

“Yep, soaking. Looks like you’re in desperate need of a cock to fill that pretty pussy right up. Lie back down, take that dildo and line it up with your core. But don’t you dare insert it until I say, got it?”

“Yes, Mingyu.” You say getting into position.

“You promise to listen to my voice? I don’t want you getting too carried away or there will be consequences.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“Good, because you’re driving me nuts and I haven’t even touched myself once.”

“Really?” You say in disbelief. You’d never known your boyfriend to show any kind of self-restraint before.

“I’m being good for you, now be good for me.”

"Yes sir," you say lying back and rubbing the dildo along your slit, just like Mingyu would do with his cock if he was there, wetting it before lining it back up with your entrance. 

"Just the tip," Mingyu says, his cock twitching in anticipation. 

You moan as you insert the tip of the dildo into you. Your walls clenching already at it, wanting more. 

"That's it, take it slow."

"Mmm Mingyu," you gasp as you push the toy further into you, slowly adjusting to the size of it. 

"Fuck I wish I was that deep inside you baby, how's it feel?"

"Good, not as good as you."

"Nothing ever is, sweetheart. Keep your movements slow, I wanna see you writhing for me."

You begin to move the dildo in and out of you, slow movements which make you gasp and moan at the absence of the toy and reentrance. Your free hand pinching at your nipples and groping your breasts. 

"You're doing so good baby, you're making me leak precum everywhere. God, I wish I could touch you, tease you. Grab that vibrator, I think your clit needs some attention."

You reach over for the other toy and flick it on. Reaching down to press it to your clit. "Fuck Gyu," you moan arching off the bed at the sensation. 

"Are you getting close?"

"Yes," you breathe out, increasing the pace of the vibrator, your hips moving in time for more friction. "Please can I cum?"

"Not yet, I need more of a show, get up. Bend over."

You reluctantly stop what you're doing to reposition. Putting the base of the dildo on the bed and hovering over it, your back to the phone. "Is this a good angle?"

"Perfect,"

You waste no time sinking back down onto the toy and riding it, bringing the vibrator back towards your clit. 

"That's it, baby, show me how'd you'd ride that cock."

Mingyu's words spur you on, you begin to move faster, moaning his name as you imagine him beneath you, his cock inside you, his hands on your hips. 

"I'm gonna cum!" You gasp out, feeling the familiar feeling build in the pit of your stomach. 

"Yes, princess, cum for me. Let me see you cum all over that cock."

His words have you coming undone. You ride out the high, feeling your cum dripping down onto the bed sheets and leaning into the vibrator on your clit. 

"Keep going, don't stop riding," Mingyu commands. 

You keep going, your thighs burning and feeling weak, your body feeling extra sensitive from the vibrator but you knew if Mingyu was there he would be using it relentlessly on you driving you wild with overstimulation. 

When you feel you're going to combust you stop moving, slowly raising yourself up and off the dildo, turning the vibrator off and collapsing down on the bed. 

"You doing okay?" Mingyu asks, concern in his voice. 

You nod, slowly sitting up and reaching for some tissues to clean yourself up a bit before grabbing a robe and your phone.

"How you feeling?" Mingyu says once you're settled. 

"Good, haven't cum like that in a while."

"Just wait til I get home, I'll have you seeing stars ‘til next week."

You laugh, "How are you doing? Is your cock holding up?"

Mingyu pans his phone down to show you his lower half, his torso covered in a light film of precum and his cock twitching. "He's doing his best,"

"You really didn't touch yourself the whole time?"

"I definitely wanted to but I know you like to watch,"

You blushed, truth be told you did enjoy seeing Mingyu jerk himself off to you. It was usually before he fucked you, he would watch you play with yourself before he jumped in. There was something so sexy about seeing the lust in his eyes as he watched you, and how he worked himself up.

"I'm ready," you say leaning back into your pillows. 

"Guide me, baby, I need your help."

"Place your hand on the base of your cock, move slowly up to the tip and use your thumb to spread that precum around."

You watch as Mingyu sets his phone up so you can see his whole body and does as he's told, he's controlled and moans at his own touch. Keeping his eyes locked on yours through the screen. 

"Your cock looks so good Gyu," you praise him. "I'd love to be there right now and wrap my lips around it."

Mingyu grunts in response, his hand moving back down his shaft and up again at a slow pace. "Would you take me the whole way into that pretty little mouth of yours?"

"You know I would, teasing your tip with my tongue."

"That's a good girl,"

"Want me to show you how I'd do it?"

"God yes,"

You grab the dildo you used earlier and brought it to your lips, making sure to keep eye contact with your phone as you began to take it into your mouth. 

"You're driving me crazy," Mingyu hisses, the grip on himself tightening as he imagines your head in his lap. "Can I pick up the pace?"

You pull back from the dildo and nod. "Just a little,"

"Only a little?"

"Well, I guess I can't stop you if you wanted to cum. You've been so patient but I'm having fun."

Mingyu continues to stroke his length, slower than he would have liked but he wanted to please you. You followed his instructions, it was only fair he followed yours. 

"Tell me more about what you'd do to me if you were here," Mingyu says, leaning his head back and closing his eyes.

"I’d be sitting on your lap, kissing your neck, riding your thigh, my hand on your big hard dick.” You say, watching Mingyu moan at the picture. “I’d be soaking your thigh with how wet I was, begging to ride you.”

“I would kill to feel your pussy around me around now.”

“I’d be straddling you, lining you up with my entrance, before sinking down on you, taking my time, adjusting to how big you are.” Mingyu’s hand moves in time with your words, starting at the tip he sinks down, murmuring your name.

“Are you touching yourself?” He asks.

“Maybe,”

“Do it,”

You’d gotten yourself worked up again with your words and the sight of him getting himself off so you grab your dildo again, moaning at the sensation as your body welcomes it in again.

“Fuck, I need you to speed this up, I’m gonna cum.” Mingyu says, his strokes getting faster.

“So soon?” You gasp as you begin moving your dildo at the same pace as Mingyu’s moving his hand. Trying to focus on the task at hand but also feeling your orgasm building again.

“Talk to me, I need to hear your voice.”

“Oh Mingyu, I need you, want you to fill this pussy up real good. Need you to cum for me, inside me, all over me, claim me.” You whine.

“That’s it, baby.” Mingyu begins thrusting up into his hand, images of you splayed out in front of him ready for his cock running through his head.

"Fuck Gyu, cock feels so good, gonna make me cum. Cum with me, need to see that cum." Your hips begin moving in time with Mingyu's, wanting to meet his cock, the toy you're using hitting your G spot. 

Your words send Mingyu over the edge, he curses under his breath as his cock pulses in his hand, covering himself in his own cum. You continue to work at yourself chasing your own high and coming undone, Mingyu’s name on your lips.

“Careful not to drop your phone,” Mingyu’s voice brings you back to reality.

“I’ve got it,” you say removing your toy and sitting up. 

“Look what you’ve done to me,” he says voice serious. “I’m a mess.”

“That makes two of us,” you smile, feeling proud of yourself for working Mingyu up into such a state. You’d never seen him like this before, his cock limp and his torso glistening in cum. He never came on himself, he usually had a towel or something nearby or he would be coming on you.

“If you were here I’d be making you clean this up.” He stands to grab a towel to clean himself up.

“If I was there you wouldn’t be a mess, I would be,”

“That’s true,” he mused, sitting back down and lifting his phone. 

“So when will you be home?”

“I’m cutting my trip short and catching the next flight home.”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yes I am, this was torture, I need to touch you, smell you, be with you.”

“Sleep on it, okay?” You missed Mingyu too but you didn’t want him to get fired for skipping out on his business trip.

“Fine,” he sighed, “always the voice of reason.”

“I’m going to go shower now, so go back to your work. I know you left when I sent you those pictures.”

“Yes ma’am, but promise to send more later?”

“We’ll see.”

“I love you,”

“I love you too Gyu. Now go back to work!” You hung up the phone and lay in silence for a while, already missing Mingyu’s presence. As you were cleaning up and headed to shower your phone pinged with a message, you opened it to find a photo of Mingyu in his hotel bathroom. Flexing his muscles and showing off for you.

Miss you x 

Said the caption. You decided to send one back to him in a similar fashion.

Miss you more x

I’ll be back before you know it.

And you did know it because as much as long-distance with Mingyu sucked you knew he always came back. In the meantime, you’d already accepted this new Facetime venture as part of the routine, Mingyu would want to see you naked every chance he got from now on. So you made a note to go shopping for more underwear to make it worth his while. If a show was what he wanted, you were going to give it to him every time.

to all my brown skin girls……. don’t ever let anyone tell you you can’t pull off a certain colour bc it doesn’t “compliment your skin tone”. it’s all a fuckin lie. you are BEAUTIFUL and you should rock any damn colour you want

240526 [17'S] SEVENTEEN TOUR 'FOLLOW' AGAIN TO JAPAN

Final Stadium Performance ✨

Thank you so much for sending us so much love ☺️💎

We love you, CARATs 🩷🩵

LALALI💥 WONWOO

title: Trial and Error pairing: woozi x afab!reader genre: established relationship, smut, fluff warnings: afab!reader, face sitting, fingering, shower sex, slight hand and arm kink (it's my trademark now..), unprotected sec (wrap it before you tap it) synopsis: jihoon usually spends his days off in the studio, but something you said makes him change his plans for his day off

wordcount: 4k

taglist: @enhacolor, @shuabby1994, @junhui-recs, @dkakapizzaboy, @just-here-to-read-01, @loviehan, @userjunhuii, @novalpha, @bubblymoon, @aaniag, @d0nghyuck, @fantasy2wonderland, @seunghancore, @woozixo, @niktwazny303, @lllucere, @uniq-tastic, @wonwoospartyhat, @stariightjoyy, @hyneyedfiz, @cali-snow, @pearlygraysky, @crazywittysassy, @yeosayang

rating: 18+

request: heyyy I have a series I would love for you to write if your up for it! zodiac smut ✨✨ for each sign there’s a person and something smutty that they would be into (according to what the zodiacs would like) and yeah it’s going to be twelve parts with people from different groups :) for sagittarius we have woozi, yes ik he’s scorpio/sagittarius cusp but idc. he’s perfect for this so it doesn’t matter key-points: taking his time, it’s not the orgasm that’s important, you try out things that you have wanted to try and just see how they feel with each other, spending hours just exploring things together literally everything else is completely up to you and however you feel like it works best ;)

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After many long and challenging hours, the album was finished, the comeback was released, and promotions were done. Seventeen had released their newest album, and in celebration, they threw an at-home party. It wasn't some big event, but simply a way to blow off steam after working so hard. Jihoon had invited you to come along. Though you protested that they should celebrate amongst themselves, and that you didn't want to disturb, he managed to convince you to go.

People were already drunk when you arrived. Jihoon kept you by his side, a hand around your waist to keep you as close as he could. He wasn't usually much for PDA, but tonight was special. However, his light grip on you couldn't keep you by his side forever. As soon as you walked into the kitchen, you were stolen away from your boyfriend by Soonyoung.

"Oh my god, I haven't seen you in ages!" He embraced you and moved you further away from the man you arrived with.

You and Soonyoung weren't that close, but considering what was in his glass his behavior didn't surprise you. The two of you had spoken a few times alone and a bit more with the company of other people. It was enough for you to call him a friend, and you absolutely had nothing against him... but hugging him felt strange.

"Well, you've been busy," you said and took the glass from his hand to prevent it from spilling all over the place. "Congratulations on the album, by the way!"

"Thank you, thank you..." he slurred. "Ah! I was going to say something!"

He held out his hands to you, so you humored him and put down the glass on a nearby table, then put your hands in his. You enjoyed this side of him. You had heard Jihoon talk about the way his friend would act when he got drunk, and at times the stories seemed unbelievable. It was definitely a sight to behold. Soonyoung was now giving you a serious look, holding both of your hands as if he was going to tell you some horrible news.

"I really tried to get Jihoon to get home as much as possible," he admitted. "And he wanted to, he told me that he wanted to, but he was very caught up in work all the time."

"I know that Soonyoung." You giggled but Soonyoung quickly shushed you.

"No, no, you don't know." He shook his head. "He would talk about you all the time- so I told him- I said you should just go home and say that to them instead of talking my ear off about it."

"Uh-huh." You nodded and looked around to see if you could find Jihoon anywhere. "I'm sorry he bothered you about it."

"Oh no, I don't mind! I just felt bad for you," he explained. "But now you have him all to yourself, so you enjoy that- because he really loves you, you know?"

"Hate to break it to you, bud, but Jihoon spends his time in the studio even when he doesn't have to." You sighed. "But don't tell him that I said that, he'll make a big deal about it when I really don't mind-"

"You don't mind at all?" Soonyoung questioned with one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

Drunk Soonyoung was surprisingly good at pulling secrets out of you, and you were surprised with yourself when you heard yourself start speaking about your very private life with your boyfriend.

"... maybe a little bit. It'd be nice to spend more time with him, I shouldn't lie." You hummed and thought about it a bit further before bringing yourself back to reality. "But it's fine. So don't worry him, okay?"

"Fine, fine..." He sighed. "You two really need to talk to each other more."

With that, he left you: confused and slightly surprised. You went back to your search for Jihoon, not knowing that he had been standing close behind you and hearing every word. As soon as your conversation had ended, he walked away to ensure that you wouldn't have caught him. Jihoon never meant for you to feel like you needed more from him, he didn't know it was something you needed - mostly because you never said anything. But as soon as he heard you say that, a plan started brewing in his head.

The next morning you woke up to a pair of strong arms wrapping around you, and pillowy soft lips against your shoulder and neck. You couldn't quite tell if you were still dreaming or not, but you really wished that you weren't. You stirred around in the bed, turning toward Jihoon and looking at him with tired and groggy eyes. His hair was a mess and his eyes were only half open. Jihoon was actually still in bed with you, it wasn't a dream - but he sure looked like one. His pale skin was flushed and warm. Once you had gotten comfortable in your new position, he began kissing your clavicle the same way he had kissed your shoulder.

"Good morning," he murmured against your skin.

"... good morning." Your voice was gravelly. "What are you up to there, babe?"

"Just loving you a bit," he said casually, although a soft blush started showing on his cheeks.

A smile made its way to your lips as you watched him try to pull you even closer. You leaned down and captured his lips in a kiss, gentle and warm. His hand caressed your waist and hips, drawing lazy patterns on the bare skin under your shirt. It had been a while since you found yourself in this situation. The honeymoon phase with Jihoon felt somewhat similar to this, but now it was more trusting. You felt completely safe in Jihoon's arms, and you didn't care if he saw your bedhead or could smell your morning breath. All that mattered was his touch on your skin. However, it felt a bit strange. You couldn't lie and say that you didn't love it because you did, but it was an unusual thing for Jihoon to initiate.

"What's up? Why are we doing this?" you asked after pulling away from him. "Wasn't our plan to have breakfast together?"

"I just want to try some new things with you," he admitted and you encouraged him to keep explaining with a look. "I want to have you for breakfast."

"... Jihoon, are you okay?" You put the back of your hand against his forehead. "Are you sick? Are you still drunk somehow?"

Jihoon sat back slightly, giving you an incredulous look. He had marks on his skin from the bedsheets, and his hair was standing up in all directions. Your bottom lip slipped in between your teeth to keep yourself from laughing, but you couldn't hide your smile from him.

"Is it weird for me to want to have sex with you?" His eyebrows furrowed.

"On a Thursday morning? Yes." You chuckled. "Seriously, what's gotten into you? I'm not complaining, but this isn't like you."

"I just don't see you much." He sighed. "And now I have you all to myself for an entire day... it's more than enough time to try out some new things we've been wanting to do..."

His fingers snuck dangerously close to the band of your sleep shorts. One of his fingers slipped under the fabric and gently stroked against your bare skin. He shuffled further down, and you immediately knew where he was going with it.

"You've given me head before," you said teasingly. "It's hardly new."

It was true. Whenever the two of you found time in your busy lives to actually have sex, usually late in the night, he would the most mind-blowing oral you've ever had. He was always persistent, and oh so attentive to your needs - which was an absolutely fantastic combination. So no, him giving you head was not new - but you definitely wouldn't complain if he wanted to do so right now. It was just unlike him to be so forward.

"Not in the morning," he argued.

"But we've had morning sex before too."

"And that's not morning head."

"Why are you being so persistent?" you questioned.

Jihoon's hand stayed by the hem of your pajama shorts, but his eyes looked away from yours. You sat up halfway to reach for his arm, giving him a supporting look.

"... because I heard you talking to Soonyoung last night." Jihoon sighed. "And I started feeling bad about not spending enough time with you... and then I just... I can't remember the last time we've had sex, honestly, and it's kind of-"

"I get it, I get it." You giggled. "It's nice of you, but you don't have to if you don't want to."

"But I want to.", he assured you, "And I want to do more than just this too. I want to take my time with you. Anything you want to do, I'm down."

You couldn't hold back your laughter anymore. Jihoon was incredibly cute: he looked at you with such eagerness and love, and every word he said was just so out of character for him - as evident by how red his face had gotten.

"Don't laugh at me," he huffed.

"I'm sorry, baby. I just wasn't expecting it." You took a deep breath to calm down. "I can't say I don't like the idea of that, though."

Jihoon took his chance to get on top of you, putting his arms on either side of your head. Yes, your boyfriend was cute - but he was also very hot, and right now you were thanking whatever made him always sleep half-naked.

"Do you still want me for breakfast?" you asked as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He responded by pressing his lips on yours. You melted into the kiss, and as he ran his tongue along your bottom lips you immediately gave him entrance. While keeping you busy, one of his hands roamed your body. It caressed the swell of your breast from over your shirt, traveling down to the hem of the fabric to tug it up. For just a moment, you broke the kiss to pull your shirt off, Just as quickly as you pulled away, his lips crashed onto yours again. He was hungry, having been starved from touching you for a long time now. There was the occasional quickie in the studio, but they had grown scarce and it was nothing like what he could do with a little more time on his hands.

Jihoon trailed open-mouthed kisses along your jaw to your neck, to your chest. Wetness started pooling between your legs as he started sucking on one of your nipples, while his hand worked on massaging your other. When you whined out for him, Jihoon placed his knee between your legs and let you grind against his thigh. Finally getting some relief felt like absolute heaven. But far too soon, he pulled away. His hands made their way to your hips and he slowly dragged off your bottoms. As you were about to complain, he flipped you over and let you straddle his stomach. You were looking down on him now, his dark hair creating a gloria around his flushed face. The pinkish color had spread down to his chest, leaving splotchy flushed spots around his clavicle and chest. You loved seeing him like this - and getting to see it in daylight was always gratifying.

"I want you to ride my face," he said between pants.

"What? But I'll crush you," you said, despite the aching between your legs begging for just that.

"No, you won't." He chuckled and pulled your hips closer to his face. "Come on, I know you want to try it."

"Fine," you said.

It wasn't difficult to convince you. With a giddy feeling in your stomach, you straddled his face. As you gazed down at him you started getting nervous. What if you really did crush his face? Jihoon seemed to sense your fears. He locked eyes with you and wrapped his arms around your thighs to pull you down on his face. Your clit made immediate contact with his tongue, and a moan slipped out from your throat. Suddenly, you couldn't even think about crushing his head. All you could think of was how expertly Jihoon moved his tongue against your core.

"Oh my god, I almost forgot how good you were at that..." you breathed out as you started grinding against his tongue.

One of your hands gripped the headboard, while the other tangled itself in Jihoon's hair. A groan vibrated against you as you pulled on his hair. Jihoon took his time working you up. He swirled his tongue around your clit, and sucked on it. His tongue went down to your hole, letting his nose bump against your clit. He was eating you out like a man starved. You were made painfully aware of his fingers on your thighs, as he started squeezing and massaging your flesh to bring you in closer. When you glanced down at him you were met with his dilated pupils looking back at you. His eyebrows were pulled together and he looked like he was begging for more. A familiar sensation started building up in your stomach... but it just as quickly vanished when Jihoon pulled away from you, breathing heavily. The lower half of his face was already completely drenched, and, even though you were worried, it sent a wave of heat down to your core.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry- are you okay?" You were panting.

"I forgot to breathe..." he admitted sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I kind of ruined it."

"No, no, no... you're good." You chuckled and got off his face. "How about we try that again some other time? We can do something else to finish this..."

"... do you have anything else in mind?" he asked.

You glanced down at his hands and then back up at his face. It was no secret that your boyfriend had amazingly talented hands, and you had honestly been dreaming of feeling them again. Quite literally, you had dreams about him fingering you - where you'd wake up a flustered mess, and not dare disturb Jihoon's much disturbed sleep to fix it. You were definitely happy that you had agreed to this now. Jihoon sat up and motioned for you to sit between his legs. You couldn't help but glance at his cock bulging through his underwear, but it was a problem to solve for later. As you sat between his legs, his chest pressed against your back, Jihoon brought his hand to your jaw and gripped it tight but not enough to hurt. He guided you to look at yourself in the mirror, which was hanging on the wall by the wardrobe. You saw yourself completely exposed in the reflection and when you tried to close your legs, Jihoon pried them back open.

"How about this..." he murmured. "I'll give you my fingers as long as you keep your eyes open, okay?"

You nodded, which only made his grip tighten. You definitely liked this new side of Jihoon.

"Say it."

"Yes," you muttered.

Jihoon had a small smile on his face as he leaned his chin on your shoulder, looking at you through the reflection. His large hands spread your legs further to reveal your soaking wet pussy. After leaving a small peck on your shoulder, he reached his finger to collect some of your slick and started rubbing your clit. Whimper after whimper dripped from your lips like honey, as Jihoon continued at a slow pace. He was testing out the waters, looking to see what would affect you the most. You kept your eyes on the mirror, watching him watch your every reaction. But you wanted more.

"Could you... speed up a bit?" You gasped.

"I just want to take my time with you..." he said innocently. "But if you ask me really nicely, I'll consider going faster for you, baby."

Jihoon wasn't very vocal during bedroom activities, but you could tell that he was enjoying trying it out. Even though his dark curls covered most of his face now, you could see a glimmer in his eyes that you hadn't seen before. His other hand reached your breast, his finger circling your nipple before gently pinching it - eliciting a squeak from you. Jihoon chuckled at your reaction, you had only ever seen glimpses of this trait of his - experiencing it fully was something completely different.

"You're so mean..." you whined and tried to grind yourself fast against his fingers, making him take away his hand entirely.

"You should really watch what you say." Jihoon was still smiling. "Here, I'll help you."

The hand that was covered in your juices was brought up to your lips. Jihoon watched you through the reflection, and without breaking eye contact you opened your mouth for him and started sucking on his fingers. A quiet groan fell from his lips, and in the heat of the moment, you barely noticed how he started grinding his hard-on against you. You tasted yourself on his fingers as he pushed down the pads of his ring- and middle finger on your tongue. With his free hand, he reached down to your core again, getting his fingers wet before he pushed them inside of you. Two fingers easily went inside, and he started pumping them in and out at the fast pace you had asked for before. You moaned around his fingers as his other hand fucked your pussy, his palm rubbing against your clit.

"Do you want to cum?" he asked and you frantically nodded. "Cum all over my fingers, baby, come on..."

He whispered sweet promises and gentle urges into your ears as you came all over his hand, riding out your high by grinding yourself on his fingers. You leaned back your head on his shoulder and slumped back against his body.

"Shit, you're amazing." You panted. "I've missed this so much."

"I think you made me cum in my fucking pants..." he muttered against your skin.

You turned around in his arms to face him. If you thought he looked flustered before, you could probably compare him to a tomato right now. As you put your hands on his shoulders he fell with his back against the bed, keeping you steady with two hands on your waist. You couldn't help it, you glanced down at his underwear and noticed a wet patch on them.

"I totally did..." you said, surprised with yourself.

He glanced down where you were looking and immediately threw his head back in embarrassment, shutting his eyes closed. Between giggles you started cooing at him, saying that it was okay and honestly kind of hot that you had such an effect on him. Jihoon swung an arm over his eyes and huffed about you making laughing at him again.

"Would trying another thing cheer you up?" you asked.

He looked at you from under his arm, asking you silently to keep talking. You suppressed another excited giggle.

"We've never really tried shower sex," you started. "... and we both need to clean up before we get actual breakfast."

The two of you quickly got ready for a shower. You were lucky that it fit the two of you, while still leaving enough space to move around a bit. The warm water ran down your bodies as you pressed up against each other for a kiss. As your fingers tangled in his hair, you remembered the real reason why you were taking a shower and broke the kiss.

"Could I wash your hair?" you asked sweetly.

Jihoon hummed in response and you instantly grabbed the shampoo bottle. With a giddy feeling in your stomach, you started massaging the product into his scalp. His eyes closed and he leaned into your touch. After washing it out, he returned the favor by running his soapy hands across your body. You ended up with your back to him again, and you had completely forgotten about your promise of shower sex until his dick started pressing against your ass. His soapy hands fondled your tits as he placed soft kisses on your neck. You sighed with satisfaction. Then he turned you around and connected your lips yet again, this time seemingly more hungry than before. Your fingers caressed his arms and his prominent biceps. You wondered how strong he really was, and if you could put it to the test.

"I want you to fuck me against the wall," you muttered boldly against his lips.

"Are you sure?" He pulled away from you. "Like... me carrying you?"

"Mhm!" You nodded cheerily. "I want to put all the hours you've spent in the gym to the test."

That, he couldn't argue with. With one quick movement, you jumped to swing your legs around his waist. The two of you laughed nervously as he almost slipped on the wet floor, but as soon as he was stable you guided his cock inside of you. He stretched you out deliciously after not having had sex in so long, and at this angle, he almost hit that perfect spot inside you directly.

"How do we do this?" He grunted.

The water was still running, hitting his shoulder and running down his chest. You reached out and caressed his upper torso with nimble hands.

"I guess you lean me up against the wall..." you muttered, "I'm not sure, honestly... I've only seen it in movies."

You looked at each other, both of you confused over what to do next. The tension eventually broke when you started laughing, which you had to promptly stop when he almost slipped again.

"Okay, this is nice but it seems incredibly dangerous..." you whispered out. "... I could bend over against the wall instead."

"Yeah, that sounds good." He nodded with another chuckle.

He helped you get off of him and you quickly turned around and arched your back with your chest to the cold tiles of the wall. Jihoon gripped your hips, pulling your ass against his hard dick. The shower was still on, but you had gotten horny enough to stop worrying about the amount of water that was going to waste.

"Fucking Christ, you look so sexy," he muttered underneath his breath.

"You can admire it all you want later, can you please just fuck me now?" You giggled and wriggled your hips around to get his attention.

He let go of your hips with one of his hands, the other one still keeping you steady as he pushed inside of you again. A unanimous moan echoed through the bathroom. Jihoon settled in a steady rhythm of thrusting into you, while you clawed at the wall to try to keep yourself up. Moans and gasps were spilling from your lips every time he hit that one spot that drove you crazy. Every single time you started seeing stars, and every single time you only grew louder in volume. If you knew this was what having sex after such a long time getting no dick felt like, you would have done it sooner. So, of course, when he slowed down his pace you started whining. But Jihoon didn't bother with responding. His hands left your hips and locked themselves around your elbows, pulling you up to his chest.

"Sorry, sweetheart, you were about to fall over," he said through gritted teeth. "Is this okay?"

"Yes, please just get back to what you were doing before," you whined. "You're doing so good."

At your praise, his hips began snapping into yours again. Your orgasm was building up quicker than usual, which you assumed was because of your lack of action recently along with your last orgasm only being a few minutes ago.

"Please don't stop," you whined, "I think... I'm about to cum-"

Jihoon didn't respond, he was far too busy trying not to cum himself. The way you were squeezing around him made it incredibly difficult. But he kept up the same pace, letting you ride out your orgasm before he pulled out. When he abruptly let go of your arms you almost fell forward but managed to catch yourself on the wall. He pumped his cock in his hand and as he came all over your back a string of swearwords left his lips. Jihoon fell over you, resting his hands on either side of your head on the wall in front of you. His body caged in yours, and you relished in the warmth radiating off of him.

"Could you remind me of this every time I stay too late at work?" he panted out with a chuckle.

"I'll try." You giggled and leaned back against him. "Could you clean me up? I'm tired..."

Jihoon cleaned you up and got you the fluffiest towel you owned as you got out. As soon as he was out of his daze he started huffing about the water bill this month, and you only laughed.

"You should have turned the water off," you told him.

"I was a bit busy at the moment," he snapped back.

"Then just remember to do it next time." You shrugged. "It's alright."

"Next time?" Jihoon had completely forgotten about the water bill now, you could see it on his face as his eyes widened with, what you could only assume was, images of you in that very same position.

"I mean, yeah, if you want to," you said. "I liked it, and I'm still determined to get fucked against that wall so."

Jihoon's face went red, and he tried to hide it by pretending to dry his already dry face with his towel. You laughed and teased him, to which he tried to argue back but was stuttering over his words. You ended up embracing him, peppering kisses against his cheek as an apology until he eventually gave in.

The two of you got ready and dressed in your best leisure wear. Today was only meant to be spent at home, so there was no need to dress up. It was too late for breakfast but too early for lunch, so the two of you settled on the only logical thing: brunch. Brunch wasn't anything special, you just ate the leftover fried rice with a side of eggs. It was good enough for you. You just really needed to eat after this eventful morning.

All while preparing your food, Jihoon couldn't stop coddling you. His hands were always on you in some way and he kept placing small kisses on your nose and cheeks. It was unusual to see him this affectionate, but it felt great.

"What are you doing?" you asked him.

His arms were around your waist and his face was snuggled into the crook of your neck, placing quick kisses there. You were busy with the eggs in the pan, so he had opted to stand behind you. He said something, but it was mumbled against your skin. Paired with the sizzling of the eggs, you couldn't hear a single word.

"I can't hear you, baby," you said.

"I said..." He put his chin on your shoulder. "I'm just enjoying spending time with you... being with you, touching you. It feels nice."

"I'll remind you of that next time you're working late," you said, a bit snappy in tone.

"I'm going to try to be at home more," he admitted. "I just get so caught up in everything."

"I know, baby. You don't have to," you assured him. "Really, I don't mind."

"But I mind," he countered. "I want to spend more time with you, it means a lot to me."

You looked over your shoulder at the most wonderful man in the entire world. It was hard for him to tell you how he felt, and you knew that better than anyone, so his words meant the world to you. Jihoon gazed back at you with flushed cheeks and a small smile on his lips. Before you could get too caught up in everything about him, you turned back to your task at hand. His words lingered in the air, and you smiled to yourself as you continued to fry the eggs.

"Baby..." he murmured.

"Yeah?"

"Have we ever had sex in the kitchen before?"