I NEED HIMMMMMMMMMMM AHHHHH - Tumblr Posts

just want yeosang to sit between my thighs while he rubs his face on my boobs because he's had a hard day and nothing but his oral fixation can help himmmmMMmMmmM

warnings: nsfw under the cut, fem bodied reader, breast play, poc friendly!! (no mention of pink nips), acc very soft, use of pet names (baby), no penetration, no orgasm, yeo is so bbygirl, 1.2k wrds author's notes: i had to physically stop myself from writing boobs so many times. like i just wanted to use the word boobs so bad but i have 2 much respect 4 yeosang masterlist

the front door swings open, and you immediately recognize yeosang's arrival by the distinct sound of his sneakers hitting the floor. you divert your attention from the manga scans on your phone, glancing at the oversized clock mounted above your bedroom door. it proudly displays the time: 11 pm. you chuckle to yourself, realizing you could've easily checked your phone for the time instead of craning your neck towards the clock.

after a few minutes, yeosang enters the room, a half-empty smoothie cup in his hands. you recall preparing that smoothie for him earlier, sending him a picture of the ingredients and asking which fruits he preferred. a soft smile graces your lips as you realize his eagerness to taste it, evident by how he immediately went for the smoothie upon entering your home. he casually tosses his adidas jacket onto the nearby sofa chair before gulping down the berry juice. placing the glass on the nightstand, where it typically resides, he heads to the bathroom.

wordlessly, he begins his nightly skincare routine while you return to your manga. yeosang is a quiet lover, and his silence doesn't bother you. you know he'll seek your company when he's ready. occasionally, you steal glances at him in the bathroom from your room, furrowing your brows when you notice he's brushing his teeth after applying creams to his face.

once he finishes everything, he returns to the room and approaches the bluetooth stereo radio. connecting his phone, a song starts playing in the background—lana del rey's "million dollar man" fills the room. yeosang then turns towards you, his bangs obscuring his eyes, and playfully leaps onto the bed, crawling towards the space created by your outstretched arms, which cradle your phone. you emit a soft chuckle, planting a gentle kiss on the crown of his head as he nestles his face against your chest, inhaling deeply.

"did you have a good day, yeo?" you whisper, your tone tender as you pose the question. he huffs softly, shaking his head from side to side, prompting a frown to form on your face. pulling his head away from your body, where he was nearly suffocating himself, you place both palms on his face and lightly squeeze, coaxing a pout from his lips.

"what happened, baby? do you want to talk about it?" you ask, mirroring his pout as he mumbles something about it being "just comeback season." you hum in understanding. he averts his gaze momentarily, lost in thought, before nervously meeting your eyes once more. sensing the wheels turning in his mind, you raise an eyebrow inquisitively.

"can i… can i do something? it'll make me feel better," he clears his throat, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks beneath your fingers. you nod, confused as to why he feels the need to ask your permission for anything.

biting his lip, he moves your hands from his face and leans towards you, resting his face in the crook of your neck. he peppers open-mouthed kisses along your skin, teasingly nibbling on the flesh as he gradually works his way downward, softly biting your collarbone.

oh. okay.

you adjust yourself against the soft pillows supporting your back, finding a comfortable position as yeosang continues his tender exploration. the camisole you're wearing fails to conceal your cleavage, which elicits a contented sigh from him as he settles against the gentle swell of your breasts. his tongue ventures out, tracing leisurely patterns on your skin, leaving a trail of delicate sensations in its wake. his eyes shut, and you can almost sense the flutter of his lashes with each movement he makes.

relaxing into the plush mounds of pillows, you allow yourself to surrender to the soothing rhythm of his tongue, which lulls you into a state of tranquil bliss. with closed eyes, your fingers find their way into his hair, gently combing through the dark strands as he lowers the edges of your chemisette, unveiling your chest. a small, throaty sound escapes him as his gaze fixates on them, already anticipating the weight of them that will soon grace his tongue.

he wastes no time, eagerly seizing both of your breasts and pressing them together, relishing in the delightful sensation of their softness in his palms. he increases the pressure, observing how the flesh swells and fills the spaces between his fingers, fighting off a moan that threatens to escape his lips, unlike you. your breath comes out in heavy pants, the stimulation evoking small whimpers from you.

"thought it was supposed to be me who's enjoying this," he playfully teases, to which you respond with a pleading "stop," accompanied by a chuckle from him. finally, he bends down to take one of your breasts into his mouth, his warm tongue making contact with the slowly hardening bud, eliciting a pleasurable response from you.

he swirls his tongue around the darker flesh and applies a firm suction. the sudden action elicits a moan from your lips, and you can sense him smiling against your skin. he nibbles softly, gripping onto the bud and tugging at it before eventually releasing his hold.

he moans out, unable to contain his desire, "fuck, your tits are perfect. i wish i could have them in my mouth all the time," his voice filled with longing as he admires the glistening, wet flesh under the room's illumination.

moving to the other breast, he lightly pinches the bud, coaxing it to awaken, and you let out a delighted squeal. "sorry baby, i'll make it better," he reassures you before capturing the sensitive nipple between his lips, slurping loudly before releasing it. his gaze fixates on the string of saliva that connects you both, unable to resist the temptation. he lowers himself once again, running his tongue flat against the moist skin.

drawing back momentarily, he brings your breasts together once more, deliberately spitting on them, his fingers now gliding through the slick liquid, teasing the sensitive flesh. lost in the intensity of the moment, his touch becomes more forceful, squeezing, pinching, and pressing firmly upon the now sensitized mounds. you make no effort to stifle the moans that escape your lips, your fingers tightly grasping his hair. his focus snaps back to reality when you pull him into a quick kiss.

"you have to let me fuck them next time," he muses absentmindedly, and you eagerly nod in agreement. the mere thought of his pretty dick sliding through them, the sensation of his pulsating shaft pressing against your skin, sends a wave of excitement coursing through your being, leaving you feeling light-headed with anticipation.

his mouth now wide open, he eagerly takes in as much flesh as possible, his weight pressing down on you as he fully relaxes into the moment. sucking with gentle motions, the hypnotic rhythm lulls his mind into a blissful haze, momentarily erasing thoughts of demanding choreography and lingering musical notes. in this intimate space, it's only the two of you.

the weightiness of your breast causes his tongue to slacken, allowing drool to escape from his mouth, unabashedly cascading onto your unsuspecting nipple. his other hand skillfully works, pumping and occasionally rolling the bud between his dexterous fingertips.

soon enough, sleep overtakes him, his mouth still latched onto your breast, while his palm remains pressed flat against the other. you offer a soft smile as you hear the muffled snores escaping from his mouth, harmonizing with the warmth of your body. grabbing your phone, you open the camera and swiftly capture a series of selfies you'll send him tomorrow at work to tease him.