Boys And Their Toys

boys and their toys

𝜗𝜚 THEME: angst (+ hints of fluff) 𝜗𝜚 PAIRING: idol!wonwoo x fem!reader, established relationship 𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT: 1.9k

SYNOPSIS: fighting with you has to be one of wonwoo’s biggest nightmares, so when you reset his game - will that be enough for him to finally lose his temper?

natalia’s note: i know you can’t technically pause a game, so this is probably going to be big highly inaccurate, forgive me gamer people ://

“did you touch my computer?” 

uh-oh. no “darling”, no “love”, not even a “baby”. that couldn’t mean anything good. 

you turned off the stove, and quickly wiped your hands. it was honestly amazing how the lack of your usual pet name made you spiral because why did your heart start beating so fast all of a sudden, but… did you touch your boyfriend’s computer today? you never had the reason to, it’s not like you shared his passion of gaming, so you never really touched it or did anything with it. even if you wanted to check something you always did it on your own computer or your phone. 

“yes, wonwoo?” you asked slightly out of breath, peeking into your bedroom. 

your boyfriend sat at his gaming chair with headphones covering one of his ears, his brows furrowed and lips pursed out, as he was typing something furiously on his new purple keyboard. “i paused the game before i left for practice today,” he said, and by his cold tone you figured you wouldn’t like what you were about to hear, “and now it’s gone.” 

he finally turned his head to look at you, and to be honest, you’d rather he’d turn back to the computer screen. wonwoo was never the one to pick fights with you, he always insisted on cooling down and spending some time apart to gather your thoughts so no one would end up hurt, and even during the biggest fights you’ve had in your relationship, you’ve never seen him so outwardly furious. 

suddenly self-conscious, you wrapped your arms around yourself. “i don’t know what happened. i didn’t touch anything.” because you didn’t, you were certain of that. “you know i never use it anyway.” sure, you cleaned today, you had your day off, and with wonwoo at work you didn’t have anything else to do, so you figured it’d be the perfect time to do some cleaning and dusting. but there’s no way you reset his game, right? 

“my keyboard is clean, so you had to do something with it,” wonwoo said, his brows furrowing even more. you didn’t like the way his eyes seemed to darken, and you certainly didn’t like the tone of his voice. he wasn’t yelling at you, but then again he was always so soft spoken with you that you weren’t used to hearing him being so cold. 

“i was cleaning, but i didn’t press anything,” you said quickly. “i swear.” 

“you must’ve, because clearly the game had been reset,” he scoffed. “how many times have i told you not to touch my computer when a game is on? is it seriously so hard to understand?” 

you couldn't believe what you were actually hearing. wonwoo, your wonwoo was calling you dumb? “it was an accident,” you straightened your spine, and walked further into the room. “i wanted to clean the keyboard for you since you have been complaining about it being dirty for days now. maybe if you weren’t so lazy you would've done that yourself,” you loved him with all your heart but you wouldn’t let him disrespect you over something as stupid as a video game. “i wanted to do something nice for you, and you know i’d never do anything to your game on purpose.” 

for a second you thought he’d say something back, but instead he only shook his head, and covered his other ear with the headphone. 

you couldn’t actually believe him.  

like an idiot, you stood in the middle of the room in disbelief. you didn’t know why he was so pissed about it, sure - you knew how much time he spent to get to the level he was on, but it was still just a game. besides, his behaviour was so unlike him, and it made everything so much worse. 

“have fun playing your games, wonwoo,” you said, though you weren’t sure if he heard you. not that you cared. you quickly gathered your things, and left his apartment. there was no way you'd stay there, and act as if nothing had happened. 

after a couple of days of radio silence you weren’t sure what to do next. 

it’s not like you would call him or text him or anything - it was his job to man up and apologise, but a part of you, the part that always cared for him no matter what, really wanted to check up on him, which you weren’t sure how you felt about. he was the one to make you feel like the smallest person on earth, he was the one to make you feel like you did something wrong, so why did you feel responsible for checking up on how he was doing? 

you didn’t want to make any excuses for wonwoo, that didn’t feel right, but… you really wanted to talk this out. you had never gotten in a fight where you spent so much time apart - even when you fought when he was on tour you still managed to make up rather quickly. 

and soon you started noticing the small things you were starting to miss. his glasses laying around the apartment, and him running around trying to find them before work. his arms wrapped around your waist as you’d be cooking dinner. his featherlight kisses he’d place on your forehead after coming home late thinking you were already asleep. 

for someone who insisted that fighting with you had to be one of his biggest nightmares, he was being really stubborn. 

you sighed and waddled over to your kitchen to make something to eat. after your fight you really lost your appetite, but you knew you shouldn’t treat yourself so harshly after what happened. to be honest you generally lost the motivation to do anything.

just when you managed to put the pan on the stove you heard a loud knock. the sun had already set, and you felt more than ready to call it an early night after dinner, nor did you expect anyone to come over. “yes?” you opened the door a bit hesitant. a small part of you was hoping it’d be the person you were really starting to miss at this point, but to your disappointment it was a delivery guy, the last person you’d expect to pop up at your front door. 

“i didn’t order anything,” you said, frowning. your first thought was that it simply had to be a mistake, but then you noticed that the bag the guy was holding was from one of your favourite chinese places. well, whoever ordered it had a great taste. 

“is this your address?” he asked and showed you his phone with yes - your exact address. 

he did not just order you takeout. 

“who was this ordered by?” you asked immediately. 

“um, let me check,” he muttered, “jeon wonwoo.” 

you thanked the guy, and took the bag from him. 

and it didn’t stop there. 

for the next couple of days you were greeted with a delivery guy at your door at the exact time you usually ate your dinner. you always thanked them and took the takeout because free food is free food, and if this was wonwoo’s way of being stubborn then so be it - you wouldn’t let the food go to waste just to be petty. 

but you wouldn’t lie - anytime you were greeted by the amazing smell of your favourite food your heart beat a bit faster. wonwoo has always always been a man of silent acts of service, and it never failed to make you feel loved, even now when you were fighting.

the day after the city had been struck by a storm. it was bad, the rain was pouring for the whole day, and you could hear the thunder constantly rumbling in the distance. thankfully you didn’t have to go out that day, but it made you miss wonwoo even more. you always used to cuddle on days like these if he was fortunate enough to have some time off. 

when you got the weverse notification you picked up your phone, and clicked on the app immediately, a reflex you picked up early in your relationship, and read the message your boyfriend posted. 

make sure to bring an umbrella with you today. and if you’re going to drive, be careful  

you didn’t have to think twice to know he wrote this thinking about you. anytime it rained, even if it was a drizzle, he turned into a worried mum, and nagged you about being careful and bringing an umbrella with you, as if he didn’t put it in your bag before leaving for the schedules for you. 

after a week and a half after you stormed out of wonwoo’s apartment you were starting to settle into your little routine of coming back to an empty home, getting the takeout, and eating it alone in your bedroom, where you could feel your boyfriend’s presence more than anywhere else in the house. if you were feeling extra sappy that day you wore one of his hoodies to make yourself feel even more miserable. 

but something changed that week. 

you just closed the door with another takeout when you got the message you were waiting for all of those lonely nights. 

can we talk?  please

maybe you should’ve been more stubborn, and ignored his message. maybe you were wrong for typing out a “yes”, but you didn’t care. it didn’t mean you’d forgive him, you were still very much angry at him, but you needed to see him. needed to see if he was okay. 

i’ll come by after work tomorrow  eat well 

you smiled at your phone with teary eyes as you noticed one more thing you were missing. his stupid “thumbs up” emoji he put in half of his texts. 

you weren’t sure what to expect the next evening. you didn’t know if you’d start yelling at him or if you’d start bawling your eyes out after seeing him after what felt like an eternity. what you were sure of was that you were nervous as hell, which was kind of ironic because you didn’t even feel that way before your first date. 

this time when you heard the knock on your door you knew it wouldn’t be the delivery guy. 

sort of.

“i brought food,” wonwoo said, as if that was what mattered to you. 

he looked bad. the dark purple circles under his eyes. the slumped wide shoulders. the cheekbones more prominent than ever. tearing your soul apart would hurt less than seeing him like this. 

“will you…,” he took a shaky inhale, looking at you from behind his glasses. you had to resist the urge to grab his face and adjust them, as they were sitting crookedly on his nose as usual. “will you let me apologise?” 

“that’s all i’ve been waiting for you dumbass,” you sighed, and grabbed his hand to pull him inside your apartment. 

even though you didn't know how this night would end, whether you would be able to forgive him today, or if you would need more time for everything to go back to normal, you were glad to have wonwoo by your side. you were convinced that the fight happened for a reason, whatever it may have been, but despite everything, you were happy that you could go through it with him.

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cooling it down

❝ 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒? 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝖾? ❞

𝖶𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗁𝗒𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗍 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖲𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇'𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌. 𝖧𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗇𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝖻𝗈𝗋𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗇𝗃𝗈𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁-𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗋𝖾𝖽 (𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖼 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽) 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽.

𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦: 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝖺𝖿𝖺𝖻!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝖦𝖤𝖭𝖱𝖤: 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝖼𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗄, 𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳.

𝖶𝖮𝖱𝖣 𝖢𝖮𝖴𝖭𝖳: 3.8𝗄

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𝖲𝖬𝖴𝖳 𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖲: 𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄-𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝖼𝗅𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗅, 𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄, 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝖽𝗂𝖼𝗄!𝗌𝖾𝗈𝗄𝗆𝗂𝗇, 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗃𝗈𝖻, 𝗈𝗋𝖺𝗅 (𝗆. 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀), 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒, 𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗋 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖼𝗎𝗆 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

𝖳𝖠𝖦𝖫𝖨𝖲𝖳: @notevenheretbh1 @dokyeomkyeom

𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖧𝖤𝖠𝖳 𝖶𝖠𝖲 𝖴𝖭𝖡𝖤𝖠𝖱𝖠𝖡𝖫𝖤 𝖡𝖠𝖢𝖪 𝖧𝖮𝖬𝖤—even lying naked on the cool tiles of your bathroom floor managed to barely do anything to give you or your boyfriend any kind of relief (and yes, it's because most times you'd ended up fucking, so what?), so packing your bags and spending a few days at his countryside home to escape the big, much too hot city was a no brainer. And although the temperature difference wasn't as dramatic as you hoped, at least an occasional cool, pleasant breeze brushes over your sweaty body as you now lay on the hammock in the back garden, gazing at your surroundings with an iced drink in hand, dark sunglasses resting on the bridge of your nose.

Since you started dating Seokmin, you have stayed in this house plenty of times, and one thing you never tire of is the stunning view from its perch atop a hill. The small downtown shops, the houses speckled around the hills, the distant highway—everything is visible from here. But best of all, in your opinion, is that there are no houses around, which means no neighbors, which means you can roam half-naked in and out of the house without any shame whenever you want. Needless to say, you immediately stripped down to a tank top and underwear as soon as you stepped into the house around an hour ago, and Seokmin was about to do the same until he remembered that you didn’t stop to buy groceries on your way here. Never have you seen a more disappointed look on his face as he put back on his sleeveless shirt and shoes.

You did offer to go with him, but he insisted on going alone so you could stay here and relax, not wanting you to risk getting sick from standing under the sun for too long (you are about to get on your knees for him at his words), but at this point, you wish you insisted harder. 

It feels like you're about to melt in the sweltering heat, and you’re so bored and hot, and this book you’re reading sucks, and gosh do you miss Seokmin. If he were here, you're sure your cheeks would’ve been hurting by now from all the smiles and laughter he would have caused (or most probably, your lips would’ve been busy moaning his name now that the heat is slightly more bearable compared to that back in your tiny apartment).

Just thinking about that possibility makes you pout, imagining what you could be doing right now instead of lounging here all alone. You've spent weeks gawking at your boyfriend as he wandered around your apartment shirtless, his toned body glistening with sweat, your thighs needily brushing together at the sight, but your body feeling too exhausted because of the heat to act on your desires. You thought that as soon as you arrived here, you’d finally get to have him, but instead, you have to wait, again.

A warm breeze suddenly stirs the bushes and leaves around you, and you frown, shifting uncomfortably as the heat washes over your body. Frustrated, you huff and place your boring book on the table near the hammock, the movement making you finally aware of the amount of sweat sliding down your back. You try to ignore it, but it only makes you shiver. So, desperate for relief, you sit up as best you can, yank off your thin tank top, and toss it to the ground.

“Yeah, much better—” you mutter as soon as you’re left in just a pair of panties and your favorite white bralette under the branches of the big willow tree extending above you.

With a satisfied smile, you stretch before taking a long sip of your now almost warm drink, basking in the slightly fresher breeze brushing over your body. Looking around, your eyes fall to the door leading to the living room, and you wonder just how much longer Seokmin will be out. You miss him and—

“Honey? I'm back!” 

Just as you were about to reach for your phone and call him, you hear a cheery voice coming from inside the house, the windowed door soon sliding open, revealing your smiling boyfriend. He’s quick to cross the garden until he’s in front of you, leaning down to peck you on the lips before pulling back.

You frown and take off your glasses, about to grab him by the arm and pull him down to give you a proper kiss, but then he dangles a pink plastic bag full of several carton boxes in front of your face, and your eyes light up.

“You found them?” you ask, and your boyfriend chuckles when you hurry to get on your feet.

“Of course I did—what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't?” he chuckles as you empty the bag's contents onto the hammock. You squeal in delight at the sight of all your favorite flavors of ice-cream, and he beams with joy when you wrap your arms around his neck, pushing his sunglasses up his face before pulling him down for a deep, unexpectedly sloppy kiss. Your nails gently scratch the nape of his damp neck, causing him to hungrily nip at your lips as he breathlessly declares, "If this is the thanks I get, I'll buy you these every day, sweetheart."

With a smile, you squeeze him closer, disregarding the sweat beginning to form where your bodies meet as you gaze into his warm eyes. “I suppose you'll have to, won't you?” you tease.

Loudly pecking his lips again before breaking your sweat-inducing hug and picking the plastic bag off the floor, “Come on now, let’s put these all in the freezer before they melt.”

“Oh, right,” he says, hiding a frown as he helps you put all the boxes back into the bag until you pick up that box, and his eyes widen as your lips curl into a smile.

“Dick-shaped popsicles?” you tease, watching his ears turn pink as you inspect the box with amusement.

“Oh, yeah, it’s—” he stutters, “These were the last ones.”

You tilt your head, a grin spreading across your face. “Really? These were the last popsicles left in the whole store?” Without waiting for his answer, you take one out of the box and unwrap it. Your eyes widen when you see it's much bigger than you expected, and Seokmin shivers, wetting his lips that still taste of you as you trace the icy length and details with your finger, “Damn, this even has veins.”

It’s clear that you’re starting to toy with him based on your teasing grin, and his heart rate quickens as you finally stick out your tongue and leisurely lick the popsicle. He blinks slowly, his eyes fixed on your lips and tongue as you repeat the action, his cheeks and neck becoming warmer with each slurp until you pop the popsicle inside of your mouth, but not before saying, "Mmm, peach flavored too. Good boy."

Seokmin gulps as he watches you pick up the bag left on the hammock and walk back inside, ass jiggling with every step you take. He follows after you with a primp to his step.

Seokmin feels like he's on the verge of exploding.

It’s late in the afternoon, and the scorching temperature outside has him wishing he could spend a few hours chilling in the freezer to get rid of the persistent sweat and stickiness that has clung to his skin since this morning’s long trip and errands. But now, with you acting like that—pretending not to notice his gaze while basically deep-throating the life out of that damned cock-shaped popsicle in your hands—the heat in his body keeps going up, and it’s making him dizzy with want.

This is your second lolly of the day, and he knows that you’re dragging out this one's lifespan for as long as you can, and oh—you’re doing it again.

Popping the popsicle in your mouth and shifting your position in the hammock, you move around to get into a more comfortable position to pretend-read the book resting on your legs, all that movement making your tits relentlessly jiggle in your bralette. 

He hates how easily that pulls a groan out of him.

Clearing his throat and in desperate need of a distraction before he pounces on you, he leans forward to grab his phone from the table right next to you, but then your eyes meet again, and he notices an evil, evil twinkle in yours before you go for another sloppy lick from the base to the top of the dripping popsicle, making sure to seize all droplets, your tongue swirling around the icy top before engulfing it in your warm mouth and sucking—hard. You even moan as you gulp down the peachy flavor, eyes trained on him, and all he can think is that you're the devil incarnate for this.

Fuck, and now you’re even tracing the veins of said popsicle with the tip of your tongue, making him think back to all the times you’ve done it to him, and how much he wants his own cock to replace it with right then and there. He knows you’d be down for it with no hesitation by the signals you’re sending him, but this heatwave is killing him, and the usually inviting thought of your warmth wrapped around him makes him wince today.

And shit, would it really be so terrible if he pulled you into the cold shower with him for, like, 10 minutes, even though you had raved about spending the entire day outdoors the whole trip here? Probably. And by the looks of it, it seems like you’re willing to do anything but hop off the hammock.

Your boyfriend falls back on his seat, a defeated look on his face, and you loudly release the lolly from your mouth to giggle at him, causing his tongue to poke the inside of his cheek in annoyance—Seokmin knew he would come to regret his purchase. He’s already pent up and buzzing with the need to have you at all times of the day on a normal day, but this is just making it worse.

“You're such a fucking tease, you know that, right?” Seokmin rasps, and you glance at him with a wide grin on your lips.

“Oh, I know.” you declare as you finally put your book down and turn to lay on your side to face him, sucking on the tip of the popsicle until it turns white as you think about your next words. Your tone is sultry when you speak again, “Why don’t you teach me a lesson then, honey? My mouth is so cold and so needy for real cock; why not make use of it to cool you down?”

His jaw drops at your words, but his dick jumps at them. Cheeks burning, lower stomach flipping upside down, and eyes wide, a shiver goes through him when you move to rest your weight on your elbow in an effort to keep the lolly as still as possible just below your chin before you lower your head and take it in your mouth again, but this time, replicating how you do it to him to the T.

Sounds included.

The veins on the dick-shaped popsicle have long melted, but you acted as if they still were there, tracing invisible ridges with your tongue while locking him in with your gaze, lewdly tracing his jaw and lips and body as you let out the filthiest, most obscene sounds choking on something that aren’t his fingers nor his cock.

You then start vigorously bobbing your head up and down it, one of your perked nipples slipping out of your bralette because of the steady movement. Seokmin clenches his fists on the armrests of his chair at that, jaw tensing up when he feels a dribble of precum sliding down his length with every second that goes by, curved tip staining the front of his shorts as it rubs against the fabric. A wave of annoyance goes through him when you let out an exaggerated moan—he’s had enough of your games.

“God, fuck it–” he hisses as he finally springs up from his seat and takes one long stride until he stands in front of you. You look up at him, a victorious twinkle in your eye as you slide that peach-flavored lolly out of your mouth. Seokmin spots the tiniest string of saliva connecting your mouth to it and he groans, cupping your cheek with his big hand, thumb swiping your cold bottom lip. “You’re insane–”

Instead of answering, you open your lips, tip of your chilly tongue flicking his fingertip before enveloping it in your mouth, so pleasantly fresh he shivers. You make a show out of lapping at his digit, moaning and panting around it, making him go insane with the need to fuck your throat raw. 

A loud gasp leaves you when he suddenly pulls his thumb out of your mouth to grab a hold of your jaw, tilting it upwards to look him straight in the face. Your lower stomach tightens at the sight of him towering over you, thighs rubbing to give you some kind of relief as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip, nudging his head to the side in a silent command to suck on the sweet popsicle again. “Want your mouth all nice and cold for me, yeah?”

With no need to repeat twice, you comply, and it’s then that he lets go of your face to slide his shorts just down enough to set his aching cock free, his flushed tip slapping against his lower stomach, on his dark, happy trail. It’s so close you can see it twitch, so close you can almost taste it. 

Soft speckles of sunlight peek through the leaves and dance on him, the beams making the precum sliding down his length look shiny and so appetizing. Dizziness clouds your vision when you see your boyfriend let a dribble of spit fall down from his mouth to his stiff cock before he wraps his hand around it, squeezing and languidly stroking it as you make quick work of the icy treat. You need his dick in your mouth asap.

You whimper when he abruptly grabs a fistful of your hair to tilt your head up. “Enough.” he hisses, slapping his cock on your cheek as you free your mouth of the lolly, panties stuck to your cunt, transparent and sticky by the time your cold tongue makes contact with his drooling head.

“Oh, f-fuck,” Seokmin’s hips jerk forward at the stark difference in the burning temperature of the afternoon air surrounding your bodies and your chilly lips and tongue kissing and lapping at his length. Humming as you swipe your wet muscle all around his bulbous head, you shuffle closer to him, wrapping your hand around the freezing, melting popsicle before you go to wrap your boyfriend's cock with the same, now cold, hand. “Ah, yeah–”

His mouth hangs open as you start jerking him off while you go for another lick at the sweet ice, cooling your mouth off before latching onto his length, moaning around it when he harshly tugs at your hair. Eyes trailing up his towering figure, you whimper at the sight of his glistening skin under the sun, the droplets of sweat rolling down his face and stomach and beefy arms making him look like a fucking sex god. 

“So wet,” A strained pant leaves him when you start suckling on his tip, his hips jerking forward as you take more of him in your mouth, his lengthy dick sticky and throbbing in your hand. A few shallow snaps of his hips make you whine around him, the knot in your lower stomach tightening at the feeling of his girth stretching your entrance out, at his perfect veins and ridges brushing against the walls of your mouth, at the faint taste of peach mixing with his salty arousal. 

Gosh did you miss this, did you missed him. 

With wide, teary eyes looking up at Seokmin, you relax your jaw when his other hand goes to take a handful of your hair on the other side of your head, his strong hold effortlessly keeping it still. Wetting his lips, his clouded gaze moves on you, and you see his jaw visibly tighten at the sight of your mouth full of him, at the feeling of your tongue slowly lapping at his sticky length. 

He frowns at the feeling of warmth that goes through him, and it’s then he realises your tongue has warmed up. Pulling you off his dick, he groans when he sees a dazed look in your eye as you vigorously jerk him off with your hand, your tits jumping with every stroke. “Cool off that mouth for me again, will ya?”

The sight of you immediately starting to suck and lap at what remained of the melting popsicle while eye-level with his cock was really an experience, and he barely could wait for you to lick off the remnants on the wooden stick before tugging at your hair to direct your mouth to his aching cock, now redder, angrier.

The overwhelming contrast of warmth and chill makes his length jump as his curved, flushed tip roughly hits the back of your throat, where some of that peachy, icy flavor was still sliding down. The feeling makes him shiver in pleasure, his chest and cheeks reddening further as his hips build a steady tempo of harsh, deep snaps. 

Grip on your hair tightening, your boyfriend moans your name when you further relax your throat for him, letting him slide even deeper, where you were so tight he could barely move. Fat tears roll down your full cheeks when, at a particularly harsh snap of his hips, you gag around him, causing him to throw his head back, “S’ perfect–”

Sliding closer to him, you let him do as he pleases with you, letting him bob your head back and forth on his monstrous, sloppy length covered with his precum and your spit, making the slide of your mouth easier, the sounds dirtier as the seconds pass—there's so much you can feel it sliding down your chin and throat, joining your tears, and it makes you whimper.

“Taking me s-so well. My good fucking girl-” Seokmin hisses, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fucks your mouth harder, faster. Your vision becomes blurry with tears once more as he repeatedly hits the back of your throat, tastebuds drinking in the salty taste of him and the sweet taste of peach, which not so surprisingly pair up amazingly—thank fuck there were six more lollies left in that box.

A breeze stirs the bushes around you all of a sudden, the wisp of air washing over your body making you realise just how wet you are. Gliding a hand down your chest and stomach, you feel your underwear with your fingers, and God—you’re dripping.

Your body heat goes up in flames when you brush over your covered clit, stomach flipping when you put pressure on it with your index as you let your boyfriend use your mouth for his pleasure, his precious, loud moans sounding like the most beautiful of songs to your ears. With your tongue expertly working his cock as his groin meets the tip of your nose, Seokmin looks down at you, and your fingers teasing your poor, neglected nub. He smirks.

“You love this, don’t you?”

Eagerly humming around him, you try to nod as much as his tight hold lets you, and he thinks he might cum just at the way you bat your teary eyes up at him, the tiniest of sounds leaving you at his now half-shallow thrusts.

He’s close, he’s so fucking close, his toes curl in the soft grass below, his eyes threaten to squeeze closed, but he forces them to stay open—he can’t not see you gulp down all he’s about to give you. Seokmin’s hips stutter, the knot in his lower stomach about to snap as he rasps out, “Gonna swallow it all like a good fucking girl. Right, honey?”

Your eyes light up at his words, you even manage to let out a muffled “y-yes” before your free hand goes to his base, quickly jerking it off as your eyes lock with his, almost as if begging him to give it to you quicker.

Seconds later, he comes with a harsh snap of his hips and a hiss of your name, his warm, white ribbons of cum filling up your mouth, all of which you zealously gulp down. You help him ride his high by slurping his cock, tongue flat on his spouting tip as his thrusts become weaker, slower, until they stop altogether.

Both your bodies are sticky with sweat, burning with passion and need to be close, so you whimper when he slowly slides his length out of your mouth. With pride, you see it’s perfectly clean, so you open your mouth, tongue out, to show off to your boyfriend. A warm smile springs on his face at that, his cheeks becoming even redder as he tilts your head up and down and left and right, only pretending to check your mouth since he knows how much of a good girl you are for him, before he takes a hold of your jaw with one hand and gives you a long, much awaited kiss.

It leaves you breathless, and for a while, the only sounds that could be heard were those of the rustling leaves, and of you sucking off each other’s faces. When you finally pull away, the sun is setting, your hands cling to his sweaty biceps, one of them trapping you in your place. Chewing on your bottom lip, you watch the beams of light cut through the trees and play on his sweaty face and shoulders as he leans over you. You can’t resist, but slide your hands up to squeeze them.

For a few beats, you stare at each other in silence, waiting for your heavy breaths to slow down. Then, your hand moves to brush his dark, damp hair out of his eyes, and with a raspy voice, you ask, “Going to take a shower now. You coming?”

With a peck at your puffy lips, Seokmin fake-pouts at you as he helps you up from the hammock, “You stole my line, honey.”

An eyeroll and chuckle from you later, he's running after you before you can lock him out of the bathroom.

© 𝖶𝖮𝖭𝖴𝖵𝖲 𝖮𝖱𝖨𝖦𝖨𝖭𝖠𝖫

Lee Chan || in which you’ve always been there…

synopsis: in which you’ve always been there for every birthday dino has had, and for his whole life basically

genre: one shot smau, fake texts, fluff, idol!bf x non!idol, bestfriend to lovers

warnings: fem pronouns, cursing, typos im so sorry i never go back to check, lots of i love yous

a/n: no one requested this but i decided to make it because i love dino with everything in my heart AND IT'S HIS BIRTHDAY!!!!!

Nothing Better | lch x reader

A day at the pool is the perfect thing to remind you just how hot your boyfriend is (as if you could ever forget).

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.2k | Pairing: lch x reader | Genre: smut

Warnings: oral r and m receiving, face sitting, multiple orgasms, prone bone, creampie, breeding kink but just the cum part, cockwarming

Reader Notes: wears a one piece, has a vagina, wap, cries a little

You’re starting to wonder if maybe going to the pool wasn’t your best idea. 

It’s not that you don’t like the water - you love to swim - and it’s not that you don’t like the sun (when you have sunscreen on), it’s just that your boyfriend looks a little too good all wet and glistening. You can’t seem to take your gaze off of him, and neither can what feels like half the people here. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t feeling at least a little territorial, though you know very well that Chan doesn’t have eyes for anyone but you. It’s obvious in the way he keeps glancing over at you from his floatie, checking to make sure you’re still where he left you and smiling softly when he sees that you are. 

You’re reading on your tablet, having bought a waterproof case just for this weekend trip, your elbows resting on the ledge and your body submerged in the water. He wanted to get some more sun before it set and you’re trying to avoid the very same, so you retreated to the shady end of the pool while he floated out to the sunny side. 

There are children splashing around and shouting but you’ve managed to tune them out, your focus locked on your book as it starts to build up to the climax. You haven’t gotten a lot of reading done so far, not with most of your attention on Chan, but you don’t mind that at all. You like to concentrate on being with him when you’re together, like to stay present and soak in every moment, especially since he started at his new job a few months ago. 

He’s been working so hard, putting in long hours and taking on extra projects in an effort to prove himself, but finally, he took a day off and proposed using the long weekend for a staycation. You’re only about an hour from both of your apartments but the hotel is swanky, the beds are cushy, the pool is warm, and you have Chan to yourself. 

You can tell he needed the break by the lax set of his shoulders and the unburdened curve of his smile, a stark difference to his demeanor just yesterday. His laughter comes easier too, you can hear it from across the pool as he joins a few kids in a diving contest, tossing neon pool toys into the shallow end and clapping for them every time they burst up with their treasure in hand. 

They toss the toys into the deep end and you watch as he cuts through the water, his muscled arms propelling him forward before he dips below the surface. It’s a matter of seconds before he shoots back up, holding four of the neon sticks with one hand and smoothing his soaking hair back with the other. 

You know you’re staring but you can’t help it, he’s just so toned and tanned and luscious looking, drenched with pool water and grinning bright enough to overpower the sun. Fuck, why does your boyfriend have to be so hot…

Not that you’re complaining. Far from it, in fact. You know how lucky you are to have found love in someone who’s as beautiful as they are kind, as sexy as they are smart, as handsome as they are funny. Chan is close to perfect, but that’s not why he’s perfect for you. 

It’s because he’s the kind of person who will cut short their relaxation time to play games with kids they don’t know. Because he’ll listen to and empathize with your problems before offering to help you find a solution and comforting you if there is none. Because he’s taken the time to learn you inside and out, dedicated himself to loving you and only you, made promises to you and actually fought to keep them. 

You trust him with your life, your heart, your body, and you know he feels the same way. 

All of that, unfortunately, just makes him even hotter in your eyes. 

Hot enough that though you’re nearing the most important part of your book, you’re wondering if you can drag him out of the pool and back up to the room. There are things you want to do to him and you can’t do any of them here. 

Thankfully, he’s started to wade over, tugging the floatie behind him and waving at you with an affectionate grin. You set your tablet on the edge of the pool and wave back, beaming as he approaches. 

“Hi baby,” he says happily when he arrives, leaning in to kiss your cheek and not even cringing when his lips meet sunscreen instead of bare skin. 

“Hi Channie, do you wanna head up soon?” You ask, hoping he’ll catch the undertone of desire in your voice. 

He doesn’t. 

“Maybe in like an hour? I want to swim some more, is that okay?” He asks so innocently that you don’t have the heart to tell him you want to swallow his cock then ride him into the sunset. 

“Sure, yeah, that’s fine,” you nod placidly, pasting on a fake smile and praying he’ll take it for a real one. 

He doesn’t. 

“What’s wrong?” His brow furrows in concern, his hand wrapping around your upper arm and his thumb brushing over your skin. 

“I just- I, um…” You lean in close to him and cup your hand around his ear, whispering, “You look so hot and I want your dick in my mouth, to be honest.”

“Oh,” He breathes heatedly, his hand tightening on your arm before he lets it slip down, his fingers tangling with yours. “We should go then. We should go right now.”

You just barely grab your tablet with your free hand before he drags you over to and up the stairs, pulling you behind him but walking carefully so neither of you slip. You gather your things up quickly, drying off as best you can before he takes your hand again and guides you around the pool to the small lobby of elevators. The kids wave at him as he goes and he distractedly waves back, still ushering you forward. 

You think he’d be jogging if the pool rules allowed it. 

The air in the elevator is tense, and if the walls weren’t made of glass, you know you’d be pressed up against one of them with his lips on yours. As it is, you can only squeeze his hand while it’s rising, standing next to him as it shoots up to the fifteenth floor and opens with a ding. 

“Do you have the key?” He asks urgently, watching as you dig through your bag to find the thin plastic card. You pull it free of the inner pocket and hold it to the mechanism, waiting for it to turn green. As soon as you hear the click of the lock, you’re pushing open the door and tugging Chan through, barely waiting for it to shut to turn and pull him into a kiss. 

He tastes like chlorine but you couldn’t care less, all you care about is getting his tongue in your mouth and your hands on his body. His abs tremble under your fingertips with every shaky breath he draws in, and they tense into a six pack when you sink to your knees. 

“Baby, you really want to?” He confirms, knowing that your gag reflex is more than a little bit sensitive and wanting to make sure you’re comfortable. 

“Yes, Chan, I really want to,” you murmur, your eyes already locked on the growing bulge in his swim shorts as you start to pull them down, letting gravity do the rest of the work. His dick bobs free and you catch it with one hand, your fingers wrapping around the base and squeezing tight as you guide it to your open mouth. 

You begin with gentle licks to the head, your tongue dragging over his sensitive skin and lapping at the ridge where it connects to the shaft, your eyes coasting up his body to find his half lidded and already on you. 

Now that you know he’s watching, you start to feed his cock into your mouth, moaning when you finally feel the weight of him on your tongue. He echoes you, groaning softly and gazing at you as he reaches the back of your throat. You can’t take him any further, but you know you don’t have to deepthroat him to make it good, not when you’ve made him cum like this before. 

He takes in a shuddering breath and rests his hand on your head when you start to bob up and down, swearing and fighting to keep his eyes open as you suction your cheeks around him. You fall into an easy rhythm and let your hand follow your mouth, stroking what you can’t swallow with a tight grip. 

You don’t know why you don’t do this more often. Having Chan at your mercy feels almost as good as his cock in your mouth does, and the knowledge that you’re bringing him pleasure is enough to make you feel it too. Your pussy is starting to throb with it, your clit beating in time with your heart as you grip his plush ass with your free hand, pulling him into you and taking him just a bit deeper. 

“Feels so good, baby,” he sighs blissfully, his fingers clenching in your hair when you suck up to the tip and swirl your tongue around the head. You hum in response, the vibrations making him groan and tilt his head back, highlighting the tantalizing arch of his neck and the sharp edge of his jawline. 

He doesn’t keep his eyes off you for long, his chin tucked to his chest as he watches you lap at the precum seeping out. It’s salty and bitter but you don’t mind the taste, knowing it means you’re doing a good job. 

Too good, apparently, because he cups your cheek and murmurs, “Baby, I don’t wanna cum without you.” 

Your knees are starting to ache anyway, so you press one last openmouthed kiss to the head of his cock and release him. He takes your hands and helps pull you up off the floor, leaning in and connecting his lips with yours, uncaring of the fact that his dick was just in your mouth. 

Chan’s a sweetie like that, though his kiss doesn’t stay sweet for long. He lets go of one of your hands and cups your neck, his thumb pressed to your pulse as he sucks your tongue into his mouth and moans around it. 

You’re sure he can feel your heart racing but you’re past being shy about his effect on you, know he loves to feel the physical evidence of your desire for him. He could feel even more if he slipped his other hand into your one piece, but it’s still tangled up with yours and you hate being the one to pull away. 

Chan knows this and gently untwines his fingers to grip your hip and steer you to the bed. You’re about to let him tip you back when you remember the fact that you just came up from the pool, pulling away to say breathlessly, “Chan, we’re still soaking wet, we need to get these suits off and hang them up.”

His mouth quirks in a fond half smile in response, the playful roll of his eyes soft and his hands even softer when he uses them to start pushing you toward the bathroom. He practically frog marches you to the sliding barn door, stopping only to swipe his trunks off the floor and working his fingers under the straps of your bathing suit as soon as you step foot on the tile. 

You hold onto his shoulders for stability as he peels the wet fabric down, sinking your fingers into his still-dripping hair when he kneels and presses his cheek to your stomach. 

“Let’s shower fast, I want you to sit on my face asap,” he sighs contentedly, smooching the soft skin of your belly before rising to his feet with your swimsuit in hand. 

You’re struck silent as heat floods your stomach and your cheeks, and he pinches one gently as he laughs, “What, you can be blunt but I can’t?” 

“You can be as blunt as you want if you keep saying things like that,” you assure him, reaching over to turn the shower on and fighting back the shiver that threatens to roll down your spine. 

“In that case…” He wraps his arms around you and brings you into his chest, warming you with his body heat. “I’ve wanted your thighs wrapped around my head since you climbed into my car in that sundress this morning.”

“Why’d we go straight to the pool, then?” You wonder, mystified. 

“You were so excited about your new waterproof case and getting to relax. I didn’t want to ruin the vibe with my dirty thoughts,” he pouts, reaching around you to feel the water and pushing aside the curtain so you can climb into the tub.

“Babe, I have literally never felt more relaxed than I do when you make me cum,” you admit to him as you step under the flow of the shower, tilting your head back to avoid getting your hair wet. “Your dirty thoughts can only enhance the vibe, not ruin it.”

“You promise?” He asks as he joins you in the tub, shielding you from the water. He pumps some body wash into his palm from the wall dispenser before sudsing his hands up and starting to glide them over your body. 

You hum happily and murmur, “I promise, Chan.”

Your eyes fall shut but you can still sense him smiling as he scrubs your skin free of sunscreen and chlorine. You feel fresh and clean and slightly dazed by the time he nudges you back under the water before stepping around you and beginning to clean himself off. You wake up enough to wash his back for him, spending an inordinate amount of time on his toned shoulders and digging your fingers into the knots that plague him from hours spent hunched in front of a computer. 

He rinses himself quickly and shuts the water off, grabbing a towel from the rack and carefully dabbing you dry before swiping the cotton over his own skin and stepping out of the tub. You know Chan gets out before you so he can catch you if you slip, and you can’t suppress the smile that ticks up the corners of your mouth as you climb over the ledge with his hands holding yours. 

He doesn’t release his hold even when you’ve got two feet on the tile, immediately guiding you back to the bedroom and letting go only to hold your hips as you set a knee on the bed and crawl on. 

“Don’t get too comfy yet,” he reminds you, leaping up and twisting to land onto his back midway up the bed. It would be funny if he weren’t eyeing you so heatedly, if you didn’t know exactly what’s about to happen. 

But with his pretty lips parted and his hands covetous as they reach for you, there’s no mistaking his eagerness for humor. You take in a shaky breath while you shuffle closer, your hands pressed to the mattress as you lift your knee up and settle it on the other side of his neck, leaving you straddling his face. 

“Now you can get comfortable, baby,” he says softly, his breath flowing out over your sensitive folds. His eyes are locked between your legs, and as you start to let yourself relax, he lays his tongue out, humming in satisfaction when your pussy finally makes contact with his taste buds. 

Chan eats you out often but hardly ever like this, mainly because you find it difficult to completely let yourself go and just feel. You’re always worried about smothering him or being too heavy or if he’s really enjoying it, no matter how much he reassures you. 

But there’s something about this time. 

Maybe it’s the way his eyes slipped closed as soon as his tongue touched you, like you’re a delicacy he’s privileged to taste. Maybe it’s how he’s gripping your hips and pulling you down, like he wants you to smother him. Maybe it’s the near constant moan vibrating against you, like there’s nothing he’d rather be doing than this. 

Whatever it is, you think you finally believe him. 

Which is why your thighs untense, letting you rest fully on his face as you bend over and prop yourself up on your elbows, sinking into the feeling. 

He just groans in encouragement and wraps his arms around you, digging his fingertips into your skin and urging you to grind. You roll your hips once, whimpering at the sensation of his nose pressing into your clit as his tongue slides inside of you, and that’s enough to get you going. 

You set a gentle pace, sliding in little movements back and forth, barely even registering the obscene sounds of Chan’s mouth at work between your thighs. They’re muffled by your body and before long, they become background noise to the ringing in your ears and the rush of your blood pumping in your veins as he devours you. 

He doesn’t let up for even a second, shifting his focus instead, his lips wrapping around your clit and sucking in pulses. His tongue taps at the bud incessantly, his moans urgent as if he’s wordlessly begging you to let your release find you. 

It’s slow going but you can feel it creeping up on you, your climax rolling in like fog on a chilly morning as you try to beckon it closer in your mind. It pulls you in instead, its blissful vines coiling around you as he whines and whimpers into your pussy. 

Finally, the pleasure takes root, blooming within you gently at first before unfurling with ardor, stealing the air in your lungs and the thoughts in your head. Your head falls and your eyes flutter shut, and soon enough, all you can do is kneel there and tremble through the barrage of feelings, the softness of his tongue and the heat of his breath and the reverberations of his groans rendering you helpless. 

You’re still shaking by the time you regain the ability for complex thought, and the first thing you do is attempt to climb off of him. 

Except Chan doesn’t let you go, he just shakes his head and wraps one arm tighter around your body, bringing the other behind you to prime two fingers at your entrance. He doesn’t even bother speaking, simply grunting around your clit and starting to sink his fingers inside, the slickness of your cunt enough to let them glide. 

You melt into him with a moan, reaching one hand down to tangle your hand in his hair and pull as your back arches, trying to guide his fingers to that one spot inside as if he doesn’t always find it on his own. 

And find it, he does, his fingertips grazing the erogenous patch and beckoning forth a little burst of arousal that you just know is seeping down his chin. He’ll need another shower after this but you can’t find it in yourself to care, not when he immediately starts building you up again with his mouth around your clit and his fingers buried inside of you. 

Your hips respond to his thrusts without your permission, rolling into his every touch, and for the first time, you actually find yourself riding his face. He moves with you, whimpering continuously into your pussy as if he’s feeling your pleasure like it’s his own. 

Your head starts to spin, the blaze of white hot euphoria licking at your spine and heating your skin, making sweat prickle where he grips you like a lifeline as he voluntarily drowns himself in you. 

Everything zeroes down to the point of connection between your body and his, the only thing on your mind being the high that’s just out of your reach. It’s just a matter of time with his fingers grinding into your sweet spot and his lips wrapped around your clit, with his whines vibrating against you and his skin pressed to yours. 

You know he wants you to cum, and that’s part of what’s getting you so close. Chan loves to give you pleasure, views it as both his duty as your boyfriend and his privilege as a man, and he always feels a sense of accomplishment when he can get you there more than once. He’s also just a generous person, a giver, and that doesn’t change when it comes to being with you. 

It’s not that you’re not a giver too, it’s just that you know how to take. 

You know how to take the bliss he insists you feel, how to take his mouth and his fingers and eventually, his cock. You know how to take everything he wants to give you, and that’s why you work so well together. 

It’s like you don’t need words anymore, not when you can read his actions just as well. 

And with his actions, he’s telling you to stop thinking and just feel, just let him guide you over that edge, which is absolutely something you can do. 

It doesn’t take much at all to clear your mind, a curl of his fingers and a pulse of his lips around your clit sweeping your thoughts away, leaving you muddled with sensation. You hiccup in a breath and sigh out a shaky moan, your thighs trembling on either side of his face as you near the drop off once more. 

You let it happen, let him push you off the edge into the deep end and welcome the waves of bliss that wash over you. They’re more powerful than the last, blanking out every word in your brain but his name, all of your focus centered between your legs where he’s still hard at work. 

He pushes you through it, digging his fingers into your sweet spot and groaning around your clit as his hand squeezes at your hip. A hot rush of arousal leaves you, and he’s quick to slide his fingers out and open his mouth to catch it. 

His tongue swipes at your entrance, dipping in and out as he drinks you down, his body shuddering under yours at the feeling of your fluttering pussy. 

By the time it’s over, you can barely hold yourself up. Chan seems to sense this and pulls himself out from under you, gently tugging at your legs until they lay straight with you resting on your stomach. 

You feel his touch on your back, a gentle hand rubbing up and down softly as he comes to rest at your side, nosing at your hairline. 

“So good, baby. Just what I wanted,” he murmurs to you, and you pick your head up and turn it to face him, blinking bleary eyes at his flawless visage. 

“Want your dick in me,” you mumble thickly, watching as his eyebrows furrow contemplatively. 

“You’re not too tired?” He questions, and you try to respond but you can only look at his lips and the sheen of you on them. 

“So what if I am? Maybe I wanna fall asleep on your cock,” you finally say, half playful, half truthful. 

“Like… cockwarming? Would you really wanna do that?” He asks eagerly, and you grin a teasing little grin, happy to have unlocked one of his secret desires. 

“Yeah, Chan, I would really wanna do that,” you confirm. “Maybe even today… after you fuck me?”

“Okay,” he beams, pressing a kiss to your nose before springing up with a shocking amount of energy and climbing atop you. 

He straddles your hips and sets both hands on your ass, pushing the cheeks apart to expose your pussy to his searching eye. He releases one side to grab his cock and line himself up, slowly beginning to push inside and choking out a breath as he feels your warm wetness wrap around him. 

Chan is the perfect size for you, not too big or too thick, but just enough that there’s a slight stretch every single time. You fit him like a glove, like puzzle pieces meant to interlock, and somehow, every time he slides inside of you makes you feel like you’re the home that welcomes him after a long time away. 

He bottoms out and it’s like you can finally breathe, even as he stretches himself out on top of you and tucks your hands under his, weaving your fingers together and holding tight.  

You’re completely surrounded by him and that’s enough to have you relaxing into the bed, the only muscles activated in your body being the ones holding your ass up for him as he rolls his hips back and sends them forward again. 

You love having him this close as he takes you apart, being able to feel his strength in the muscled arms stretched along yours and the toned chest pressed to your back has you wanting him even closer. Given the chance, you just might climb into his rib cage and squeeze right in next to his big, luscious heart. That might be a little much though, so for now you’ll content yourself with being smothered by his perfect body. 

The feeling of his dick pressed against your walls to root deep has you reeling, making you thankful for the grip of his hands over yours, the weight of them serving as a reminder that he’s here and he’s got you.

He sets up a smooth, easy tempo, one that reminds you of ocean waves pushing onto and then receding from the shore, filling you with his cock again and again. You miss him every time he leaves but he returns before the emptiness starts to ache, the ebb and flow of him as constant as the tide. 

“‘s this what you wanted, baby?” He murmurs into your neck, waiting for your nod to continue to speak. “Gonna let me fill you up? Gonna let me stay inside?” 

“Yeah, Channie, want you to fill me up and stay inside me,” you whimper, squeezing your inner muscles around him to emphasize your words, the tight clutch of your cunt making him tremble above you. 

“Fuck,” you hear him bite out just before his hips scoop on the next stroke in, the angle allowing his cock to graze your sweet spot. Pleasure zips up your spine, sharp and electric, making your back arch and your pussy clench. 

He notices the way you push back into it and begins to aim every thrust there, ensuring that he drags against the internal patch of nerves as often as he can. He’s still going slowly, his movements almost sedate though there’s an intensity to them, one that you know will be enough to undo you. 

Chan always gets you there, even on nights where it’s harder to climb that hill, nights where you’re distracted or stressed or anxious. You reach for him on nights like that anyway, knowing that soon enough, he’ll have you so blissed out that you’ll forget what was wrong in the first place. 

Nothing could be wrong today, and that makes everything even better, makes his name on your lips taste sweeter, his body on top of yours feel broader, and his cock inside of you hit deeper. It almost feels like he’s reaching the end of you every time his hips buck into yours, the dull smack barely audible with his gasping breaths and shuddering groans in your ear. 

The medley of it all has you feeling dizzy, rapturous, like pure affection and desire and devotion are welling up inside you. They’re rapidly running out of room, your chest only so big compared to your love-soaked heart, and there’s little you can do to quell the overflow as it streams from your eyes in tender tears. 

You try to swallow down the sob that aches to be let out but your lungs trip on it anyway, and Chan just coos and burrows closer to you with a sweet kiss on the cheek. He knows this means you’re getting close and that he shouldn’t do anything but keep going, though you wonder if he knows that it’s unlikely you’ll cum from just his cock. 

He does, of course he does, extricating one of his hands from yours and sliding it down under your body and between your legs. His fingers gather the arousal he’s pushed out with his dick and smear it up to your clit, beginning to rub slow, gentle circles that match the push and pull of his hips. 

The feeling is instantaneous, a syrupy burning starting up low in your pelvis before gathering in your stomach, your pussy responding to the sensation by fluttering around him and trying to suck him in deeper. 

He doesn’t stop, just maintains his slow and steady pace, patiently working you up to your third orgasm and sucking kisses along the curve of your throat, murmuring to you, “Please cum, baby, please cum for me. It’s gonna feel so good, I know you can do it. When you cum, I’ll cum too, okay? I’ll fill you up with my cum and I’ll stay inside and when we wake up, we’ll do it all over again.”

And what can you do with him begging like that, with his dulcet voice and steadily rolling hips and expert fingers on your clit, except exactly what he wants? 

With a whimper you fall to pieces beneath him, euphoria flowing through your veins and dousing your nerve endings, blanking out everything in your mind but his name. It falls from your lips like a spell, like an incantation urging him to shatter with you, the chant constant even as your lungs plead for air. 

But it works. 

It works and he bursts with a low cry, his cock twitching against your undulating walls, a warmth flooding you deep within as his cum paints your insides white. He trembles above you, the muscles that have been holding him up weakened by pleasure, and soon enough he completely sinks into you, weighing you down to the bed. 

“That was so good, baby… Love you so much… Now let’s sleep,” he slurs quietly, just barely shifting to the side so he’s not suffocating you, though he leaves his still hard, still throbbing, still leaking cock buried inside of you. 

Normally that would keep you awake, but days at the pool are always draining and you did just cum three times, so you think a little sleep would do you good. 

When Chan’s arms snake around you and tug you tighter into his chest, you giggle weakly and murmur, “Love you, Chan,” before letting your eyes slip closed and following him into slumber. 

AN: Woohoo!! this started as interlude no. 10 a few months ago but i got like 2k in and lost inspo for it. i picked it back up this week and here we are!

thank you for reading, i hope you enjoyed!! i am eager to know your thoughts and feelings 🙏

bias

pairing: vernon x gn!reader

prompt: a really stupid thing that took place today (here are the final results)

word count: 1.4k~

warnings: mostly just fluff but a liiil talk abt having to keep a relationship pretty private n there being stress surrounding that. intentional lowercase + no proofreading.

daisy’s notes: i am an idiot. i almost gendered this just bc its based off of me being an idiot, but there was no real reason to soooo….. we can all be dumb together <3

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