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genre & trope: fluff and established relationship

word count: 0.14k

now playing: all my love by park bo gum (instrumental)

. ִָ ˑ ⊹ ( 9:25 PM ) — the words i love you aren't really the things you hear on a daily basis from kyungsoo. rather explicitly saying such embarrassing words for someone like him, he says it to you in words that are not socially deemed romantic. he masks the hidden meanings in the simplest ways.

but you can notice.

you can sense it.

when you focus on the corner of his lips and watch how it curls up as it prepares to speak to you. his eyebrows and how they furrow upward, making more space for the growing eyes that are focused only on you, and the ticklish affection of his thumbs caressing your cheeks, letting your heart skip a beat, even before he says

"sleep well." i love you.

and you give a knowing smile, snuggling in between the sheets with him and cherish the thought of him remembering how you hold sleeping earnestly, and sheepishly reply

"yes. i will." i know.

and then silence comes as you welcome slumber in between each other's warmth, holding a silent whisper of the promise of tenderness. a whisper no other can hear until we finally fall asleep on someone's embrace: home.

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— ☕️ⸯⸯ : unexpected help﹙pcy﹚

warnings: profanity

genre & trope: fluff and strangers!AU

pairing: park chanyeol x f!reader

word count: 0.78k

synopsis. chanyeol races against time as he attempts to tie his necktie for the millionth time for a job interview that would start in a few minutes. he’s trying his best not to break down in the middle of the busy street, then comes you, a stranger, offering a hand to tie his neck tie. 

Twenty-three minutes left.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit," Chanyeol mutters to himself as he repeatedly knots his necktie and cursing with another failing attempt.

Everything was going well last night, you know. He practiced possible questions for the interview, ironed the newly bought suit, drank tea that was good for his throat, lighted up his favorite incense, and conditioned himself well for a good night's sleep—which was too good to the point that he slept through his alarm. 

It was his fault, really. He acknowledges that he treated himself so well yesterday that it's not going well today.

"I don't think I'm going to make this. Please let this knot be right." Chanyeol pleaded to himself. The growing tension worsens with the endless repeats of please, his voice cracking as he almost broke into tears. 

"Uhm, excuse me?" someone taps on his right shoulder, interrupting him from his internal struggle of making his tie right and the anxious reminder of the interview starting in a few minutes. Chanyeol turns toward the stranger, eyes glossed from the unshed tears.

"May I help you?" Chanyeol managed to ask. A question more likely directed at himself.

"If it's okay, I can tie your necktie for you. Are you here for the interview at the company down the street?" 

Chanyeol nodded, like a lost child being asked if they were lost, not even being able to say thank you for this kind gesture, focusing entirely on not breaking down in the middle of the street. "Yes."

"That's a very good company you chose," You praised to help him lighten up, but Chanyeol answers with a rather defeated thank you, still stuck in a slump.

"Could you please lower yourself a little? You're quite tall." he obliges, lowering his legs to adjust to your height, and you go about to his tie, relying on your muscle memory to the ups and downs steps of tying a perfect necktie.

"Is this your first job interview?" You try to strike up a conversation, and he nods in an almost robotic way, the topic about the possibilities of his job interview failing clouding his mind. It didn't even matter if there was a stranger offering to tie his tie. May this stranger be a pickpocket or whatnot, just please tie the necktie perfectly.

On the first try, you fail, and you can feel how Chanyeol's heart drops from his eyes with the unsuccessful attempt, whispering an oh no. Then you try for the second time, and this time, you finally succeed.

"Oh my god—Thank goodness," Chanyeol gasps in relief, almost dramatically dropping to his knees, and you catch him on time, worried about how his next problem would be the dirty stain on his slacks if he kneels on the concrete.

"Thank you very much. You've saved my life." 

"Literally—oh my god, thank you, really," he pulls you into a hug, sobbing and being grateful for his unexpected savior. You pat his back awkwardly, trying to comfort a pitiful man you just met who was failing to tie his necktie in public, uncertain how to receive such effusive praise.

"No problem?" you responded.

"It's already 8:19! I must go now," he declared, breaking the hug and bowing a ninety-degree bow, and you're startled by the overwhelming gratitude. 

"Please, there's no need for formalities," You muttered. 

Chanyeol looks up at you and breaks out into a smile, revealing the hidden dimples on his cheeks, and you're caught off guard, shocked by the unexpected smile that was concealed all along. Who knew he could smile like that?

With the remaining time left, Chanyeol dashes to the opposite street from yours before you can process the image of his dimples, smiling directly at you.

As his broad back and towering figure gets smaller from your vision, he stops, looking back at you, and waves his hand enthusiastically, mouthing the words "thank you." You smile back at him with a wave and go about your day as you walk to your street. 

You look back at him once, relishing the good feeling of helping a stranger to upstart your day—in resolute to walking to your office with your head held high because you can help people tie their neckties for company interviews in the future. 

"What a crazy superhero I would make," you chuckled and hummed your way back to your office building, the lingering thought of the stranger you helped smiling so radiantly, his prominent dimples that seemed to greet you a good morning. The sky never looked so blue today, and were the leaves of each branch of trees so pleasant to look at ever since?

Without you knowing, Chanyeol steals one—then two more glances at your departing figure, remembering how the most basic etiquette, which was asking for your name, was forgotten. For Chanyeol, it's comical how this morning feels so much like a drama. A stranger stuck in his petty little problem in the middle of the street then comes someone who does it so easily—I mean, doing it with just two attempts.

Despite not knowing your name, he marks you in his mind with the lingering scent of your perfume, still clinging to the right side of his neck from the hug earlier.

He wonders, "Does she work nearby here? She probably does." and he's now resolved to accomplish this interview, determined with the prospect of asking your name this time, hopefully meeting you in this same street again.

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[aqupistau]

˖ ݁ . 🐈‍⬛ . . . ❛❛ ABOUT ME

basics. orion/orie. intj. 3w4. ace. she/her. 18+. exo stan since 2017. erigom. phixo (philippine exo-l).

why do i write? i write fics that i think i haven't seen or read before and come it to life. it's mostly weird and never done before ideas that are fun to write for me. also bcuz it satisfies my delusions.

likes. cats in general. babying cats. good matcha. jazz & rnb. strut genre. cute aquatic animals. documentaries & commentaries. magic realism movies. found footage horror movies. isekai genre. gacha. curating playlists. what's in my bag vids. roblox kids' humor.

dislikes. fatty and oily foods in general. being ignored by cats. stepping on a frog accidentally. disrespectful ppl. being tickled on my sides. being told what to do. gacha. being told i'm wrong. invasion of my privacy. harem genre. my brothers playing their music in full volume early in the morning.

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— ☕️ⸯⸯ : g-docs chatroom﹙bbh﹚

warning: profanity

genres & trope: fluff, crack, and university!AU

pairing: byun baekhyun x gn!reader

word count: 0.89k (edited)

synopsis. an anonymous chinchilla has accessed the document.

An Anonymous Chinchilla has accessed the document.

"Who the actual fuck is with me in Google docs 3 in the morning?" You spat out loud, hair put up in a messy bun, and your wrists feeling like it would joint out of its socket any minute now. Being in the last years of high school wasn't lax like what you think it would be. Pressure of choosing the right course for college, financial plans for the future, you were in between the joys of high school and the dreaded phase of adulthood.

Currently, you were doing final editing and proofreading of the research paper of your assigned group, a work done by the group leader. Your group was a bit decent based on participation and team dynamic compared to others in the class, so there were times you suffered and times that you were a-okay, but they were never like you in terms of work ethic. You were active at night, you loved that everyone was asleep in the house, everything was quiet, and you could do anything without being spoken to in the middle of the night so who is this anonymous chinchilla in your document?

You brush your hands from the crumbs of your midnight snack and type on your keyboard on the chat room in the document.

Y/N: Who are you?

Anonymous Chinchilla: hi group leader! ( ≧∀≦)ノ

Their message and yours are sent at the same time and you flick an eyebrow up in curiosity. Emoticons? Who uses emoticons these days? Was it the assistant group leader? Or the one who hasn't finalized their part yet? No, that's too unlikely.

Anonymous Chinchilla: oh right, i'm baekhyun hehe. sorry, i didn't use my university acc to open this document (・＿・; i'm currently outside so i'm only using my phone (^人^)

Oh, it's Byun Baekhyun. That class clown, that noisy guy from the back rows of the classroom. He was, thankfully, a decent guy in your research group. Had a lot of questions, participative, consulted for your thoughts on his works, and would do their parts before their assigned deadline. Basically, the dream groupmate, but he never struck you as someone who was a night-owl. Although the more curious part of this is why would he be outside? Like outside of your house stalker scenario or outside of his house?

Y/N: …Why are you outside at 3 in the morning?

Anonymous Chinchilla: buying and eating midnight snacks hehe. i typically do this like 3x a week? but i'm currently frequenting the convenience store nowadays bcuz of research (||￣^￣||)

He's the oversharer type. How cute.

Y/N: Oh, I understand.

Anonymous Chinchilla: u're so stiff when you talk group leader just like irl ㅋㅋㅋ

Y/N: Sorry, I like my spelling and grammar right.

He takes a while to answer, and the three dots of him typing finally appear.

Anonymous Chinchilla: r u attacking me rn group leader? (;´д｀)

Y/N: No, please, I didn't mean it to insult you. It's just my habit when writing.

Anonymous Chinchilla: huhu, that's good. i thought u didn't like me or sumn but you can still understand my slangs right? i want to talk to u properly (ノ∀≦。)ノ

You snicker, a bit of your fatigue disappearing from your new entertainment. He's a fun guy, at least, and a good groupmate too. You haven't had a real conversation with him, nor anyone in your group too, so this was really fun and new for you.

Y/N: Your choices of emoticons are funny|

You take a while to send your message, contemplating if you should add emoticons just like what he does, just because. You decide to pick an emoticon that you can still remember.

Y/N: Your choices of emoticons are funny. XD

Anonymous Chinchilla: what is that…

Anonymous Chinchilla: is that the ancient laughing emoticon?

Anonymous Chinchilla: you're using boomer emoticons group leader HAHAHAHAH LMAO

How dare he. You were trying your best to make him feel included and he compares you to a boomer.

Anonymous Chinchilla: sorry, that was rlly cute. (≧∀≦*) i just had to.

Y/N: Yeah, right.

Anonymous Chinchilla: OH NO.

Anonymous Chinchilla: PLS I'M SORRY GROUP LEADER

Anonymous Chinchilla: I WON'T MAKE FUN OF YOUR CHOICE OF EMOTICONS AGAIN PLS DONT BE MAD !! ヽ(illﾟдﾟ)ﾉ

Anonymous Chinchilla: (*´Д`*)!! (⊃ Д)⊃≡ﾟ ﾟ(ﾟДﾟ≡ﾟДﾟ)ﾞ?

"Pfft—" You let out a laugh, no signs that you'd even be done any minute now. You hold your stomach as it starts to ache to the point your body warns you of the lack of oxygen and too much air coming out of your lungs, your hand smacking anything it lands on and claps enthusiastically like a happy trained seal. "Seriously, his choice of emoticons are hilarious. It's almost like I can hear and see him talking," While you were laughing your ass out loud and trying (yet failing) to calm yourself down, Baekhyun spams the chatroom anxiously.

Anonymous Chinchilla: group leader :"<<< im sorry pls forgive me. i just wanted to talk to you for once since you were always so occupied when i see you (/o＼)(/´△`＼) ○|￣|＿○|￣|＿ o(；д；o)

Anonymous Chinchilla: group leader?

Anonymous Chinchilla: group leaderrrr????

Anonymous Chinchilla: y/n??? (T0T)

You wipe tears of joy from your eyes and cheeks, exhaling out a sigh as a finale for your fit of laughter, and finally put your fingers on the keyboard, typing—

Y/N: I'm sorry for not replying. I had a hard time typing because you're so easy to tease HAHAH

Y/N: Thank you for making my night though =) You're very funny, Baekhyun.

And he takes a bit longer to reply after your message. What's wrong? Was he already on his way home? Was there no service in his area already? But he's still in an active status in the document.

Anonymous Chinchilla: what…what was that group leader… stop it, you're making my heart flutter (*/□＼*)

"This guy, really." You chuckle and take a bite of your bowl of chips beside the keyboard. You wondered why you haven't tried to have a real interaction with him before? You weren't aware that you didn't act approachable as a person, but you knew you were very hands-on as a leader.

Anonymous Chinchilla: oh! i have to get home now, group leader! are there any things you would like me to work on the research today? im willing to sleep late tonight even if we have classes later

Anonymous Chinchilla: (*・・)σo(ﾟ▽＾)ﾉ

Y/N: Nothing at the moment. We have a peer evaluation later with other groups from other classes in the afternoon so…

Why not be friends with him?

Anonymous Chinchilla: sooo????

Y/N: Are you fine if you can tag along with me later?

Anonymous Chinchilla: oh. my. god.

Anonymous Chinchilla: YES OFC

Anonymous Chinchilla: PLS LET ME ACCOMPANY U \( ´∀`)/~~

Anonymous Chinchilla: I WILL DO MY BEST GROUP LEADER (^–^)＼

He's very likable, you thought. Very easy to read and also expressive, for what you've seen. There are some cases where online and real-life people have different personas, but this didn't mind you. Unlike you, who has the same personality both online and in real life, you don't know if you'll be encountering the same Baekhyun you chatted right now. Even so, this conversation was enough for you to have the courage to approach him and befriend him later. You sincerely hoped you could be good friends with him.

Y/N: Okay. Have a good night, Baekhyun. Go back home safe =)

Anonymous Chinchilla: you too, group leader! good night ( ^-^)ノ∠※。.:*:・'°☆ wishing you a good sleep hehe

Anonymous Chinchilla: see you later in class! (^o^)／~~

The Anonymous Chinchilla has left the document.

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[aqupistau]

genre & trope: suggestive, fluff, and established relationship

word count: 0.46k (edited)

a/n: nini, pls come back home :<

now playing: no make up - exo

. ִָ ˑ ⊹ ( 11:10 PM ) — it has finally come to this moment. shared permissions of revealing hidden truths to one another, carefully undressed clothes clattered all over from the door to the bed—the only source of light emanating from the soft dews of the full moon. the bed sheets are cold from the touch, contrasting the warm temperature of your skin and his. jongin straddles you from above, his eyes that always looked mysterious now fathomable to read, an evident look of his affections as he adorns you head to toe. he brushes your hair with regard, not really minding if it falls the right or wrong way, the pure devotion of his sending chills down your spine and it brings you back to your first impression of him, the once shy and charismatic mask now faltered all because of you.

you notice the transferred lipstick stains on his face and clean the smudged lipstick off him with a chuckle. “you bought an easily smudged lipstick for me for a reason, you sneaky bastard.”

jongin laughs, now also cleaning the lipstick marks around your lips but keeps the kiss marks he left all over your face. “i know you only wear transfer-proof makeup, especially lipstick, and i've always wanted to clean your makeup off.”

“why?”

“it's one of those joys i have when i undress you myself.” you're left speechless. how can he say something so easily? it doesn't come off as flirty flattery. it rolls out of his tongue like it's the most natural thing to say; his own thoughts and words align perfectly when it speaks about you.

“you say the most absurd compliments for me so naturally.” you smile, helplessly wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him in a gentle and fervent kiss. every friction and graze of your sensitive lips on his just leaves him wanting more, to the point of his willingness to drown deeper than he was already into you.

jongin tilts his head to siege the space, stopping any air from coming into the kiss, heightening the unmistakable urge between you to go further. you pull out from the kiss to catch your breath, and you both gasp for air, your hand resting on his chest that pronouncedly rests and rises.

you cup his cheek and chuckle, admiring and caressing every part of his face, cleaning the remaining smudged lipstick around his lips. jongin leans into your touch, burrowing his face in the natural shape of your hand, eyes fluttering close from ease. then he looks into your eyes, kisses the palm of your hand and capturing this moment of how you look under the moonlight. the only shadow that hides your bareness is his body on top of you.

“now—do I have permission to clean your makeup off?”

“absolutely.”

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[aqupistau]

— ☕️ⸯⸯ : the way back home﹙bbh﹚

warning: mentions of alcohol (but it's just wholesome fluff)

genre & trope: fluff and established relationship

pairing: byun baekhyun x gn!reader

word count: 0.97k (edited)

synopsis. "if i were a sleepy sea otter and you were also a sleepy sea otter, would you hold my hand so that we won't float away from each other?"

Baekhyun wasn't the greatest soldier alive when it came to alcohol tolerance; he himself had great self-awareness of it. This resulted in him never drinking furthermore in your presence once he knew he was tipsy. At first, you didn't mind this at all, although, after receiving the first-ever emergency call from one of his friends, this changed your mind.

The call consisted of the first few seconds of a proper conversation with the said friend, and then a minute later to Baekhyun stealing the phone, who was then drunkenly flirting with you. Clearly losing the battle between alcohol and his sobriety.

Baekhyun's friend that called you, who seemingly was the only person sober, got his phone back and pleaded you to get him ASAP before he lost his marbles dealing with a bunch of lousy drinkers.

You obliged, mindlessly arriving at the destination a lot quicker than you thought, almost snickering at the thought of a crimson-cheeked boyfriend just smiling like a fool at you. Junmyeon, the caller, his face of weariness turned into a relieved one as he greeted you at the front door, booming noises of drunken men singing karaoke inside and the strong smell of assorted liquor exuding from him.

"Hi, Y/N! Here to pick up Baekhyun, right?" he questioned, which honestly sounded more like it had only one valid answer.

"Yes, though it looks like I'll be spoiling his fun if I pick him up while all of you are having so much fun." You politely replied just for formality.

Junmyeon chuckled and firmly added, dead in the eyes, begging, "I promise you that you aren't. Please come inside, Y/N. Please?"

"Y/N? Is that Y/N? Y/N!" A familiar bright, boyish voice slurred in excitement from the inside. You looked at Junmyeon for assurance, and he nodded, encouraging you to enter the living room. You gulped in nervousness, thinking of how to deal with the new kind of Baekhyun you'd never met before. It was like helplessly walking on a field of tall grass full of wild Pokemons.

Before leaving your shared home with Baekhyun, you've researched the effects of alcohol, and one struck you: repressed emotions and thoughts will be set free in a drunken state. You weren't sure if that was true since no reliable sources proved this fact, but you still wondered, almost in a way of contemplation. Doubtful if you can even deal with a wasted Baekhyun.

"It's me, Baek—Oh my god."

There he was. And you were right about one thing: his cheeks would go red when he was drunk but based from the research about repressed feelings when in a drunken state, you can tell that this Baekhyun will be a handful.

"Y/N~" The last syllable of your name dragged on as he attempted to wiggle up from his seat. "I missed you so much, Y/N." You quickly ran up to support him from standing, relieved that you caught him on time.

"But we were together like… four hours ago, baby." He nodded in reply.

"Exactly." Oh, well.

After bidding goodbye to the rest of his friends, who were thrilled to see you, you got help from Junmyeon to put Baekhyun on the passenger seat, bidding him farewell and good luck as you set off to go back home.

Surprisingly, the first couple of minutes of the drive were quiet, and your boyfriend was just sleeping peacefully, thankfully, not causing a ruckus silently. You didn't try to pry him from his peace and just continued driving, waiting for him to mumble anything you could tease him about once he woke up. You admired this very moment of comfortable silence, wondering of the antics that would happen by the next morning and planning to prepare ahead a good hangover soup to lighten the weight of your lover.

"Baby?" He's awoken.

"Yes?"

"Can I hold your hand? It's quite cold," he requested groggily.

"I can't, baby. I'm driving us back home."

"Oh...then, can I borrow your jacket?" Baekhyun tested again, opting for a different consolation.

"Yes, of course. It's on the backseat, Baek."

He struggles to look for it in the back seat, carefully but clumsily putting his arms inside the armholes of the jacket when he does.

A few minutes pass, and he complains again, "...I still wanna hold your hand, Y/N."

"Let's hold hands when we're under a stop light, okay?" You turned the car to the highway, and coincidentally, the red light from the traffic light stopped you. In reaction, Baekhyun reached out for your hand and interlocked his cold fingers with yours.

"Y/N?" he called out again.

"Yes?"

"Your hand is very warm. I love holding your hand."

You beamed with a snicker, looking down at your entwined hands. His hands that easily get cold and would always seek refuge for yours that were always cozy and warm. These hands that would always cup your cheeks and kiss you plushly in the wake of the morning. You noticed the difference of temperature of his and your hand, and you grasp slightly harder, attempting to warm his faster.

"I love holding your hand too, Baek."

The traffic lights turned green, and you gently removed your tightly held hand from him, leaving his hand to reach out to yours with dismay.

"Y/N?" Baekhyun asks for you again from just a few miles.

"Mhm?" You hummed softly, never troubled by his constant wants to hear your voice and attention even if he asks for the vainest demands.

"I need you to answer a question."

"Sure."

"If I was a sleepy sea otter," he yawned, the sign of the need to sleep displaying, "And you were also a sleepy sea otter…."

"Will you hold my hand so we'll not drift away from each other when we're sleeping?"

"Baek?" It was your turn to ask, "You do know that we always snuggle when we sleep, right?"

"...Oh. Then, can I hold you all night when we're finally home?" There were remotely a small number of cars driving, so you turned the car, almost near your home and took the opportunity, interlocking the hand that rested on his thigh with yours, holding it near your lips, and kissed lovingly the back of his hand.

"When it involves loving you, then it's always a yes."

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— ☕️ⸯⸯ : unintentional﹙dks﹚

warnings: implied smut, profanity, fingering, and masturbation

genre & trope: suggestive and neighbors!AU

pairing: do kyungsoo x f!reader

word count: 3.03k (edited)

synopsis. your first impression of your neighbor didn't end well for you, but it was the opposite for him. after eavesdropping his conversation about you next door and him singing a song of romantic interest for you—lyrics filled with undressing you off in your Versace dress, you gain the same pining for him and end up following every lyrics of his song.

Surely, this state will be enough to cause a hangover once you wake up tomorrow. You thought to yourself, palm on your forehead, wishing for the elevator to reach the current floor you're staying temporarily. 

Oddly, the air in the hallways felt warm, so you removed your coat, revealing a body-hugging Versace chainmail dress your generous friend who offered you to wear tonight for clubbing.

Earlier morning, you had a petty argument with her. When she would give you her Versace things, it would always consist of you not accepting them since they were very expensive, to passive-aggressive threats you'd receive from her, then to her gleefully seeing you in Versace, your bag heavy with her gifts. You didn't have to buy clothes at all. You had a supplier of your things for free. 

You were on a business trip for this month, consisting of attending board meetings, reviewing proposals, and sharing a drink and good conversation with special sponsors. Since everyone was given a week of rest, the same friend insisted on taking you out clubbing tonight and also invited your other friends. It took you a minute to contemplate if you should take today to only sleep, but you loved a good drink and company, so you eventually agreed. Leading you to this bad state of headache from alcohol.

As you safely reach your room and input your pin on the door lock, you feel a figure on your right, and you take a look only to see the dreaded person you didn't want to meet during your stay in this hotel—your neighbor.

You're staying in a good small three-star hotel, and all of the services were fair quality, so you hadn't thought of any disruption when staying here, except for one. Your neighbor, a great singer, truly, is a nuisance just by singing karaoke in the dead of the night. The walls of the hotel rooms were thick enough not to hear conversations, so it meant that your neighbor was just that loud.

Imagine going back to your bed only to hear your neighbor disrupting it with their hobby of singing karaoke heartily before going to sleep. Honestly, you also guessed that you would be sleeping at the same time as him, ruining your sleeping schedule. Even some point on those nights, instead of being irritated when you were already prepared for a good night's sleep, you would wonder if they just recently had a breaking point like a heartbreak with those sad ballads. He was singing his heart out to Bruno Mars, but you needed your goddamn sleep.

You thought of some options to stop this, and it only led you to the solution of switching rooms. But it would be far-fetched since the only available ones were far from your budget.

And there you were, waiting for a good chance to complain about the noise, but the noise your neighbor has been making isn't that loud for the other neighbors to complain. You also didn't have any proper decorum at night to complain to your neighbor, and you were always busy during the day, so you had to shelve all of your ill temper inside you. 

Still not noticing your presence, you take in all the information of him. Average in height and an all-black comfy outfit of hoodie and sweatpants. Understandable for someone who would sing the blues in the middle of the night. Yet, your senses start to tingle. Your knack for recognizing attractive people could detect that he was more attractive underneath this cover-up, even if we were from a bird's eye away.

Strong hands and fingers with years of experience as a musician swiftly type down his door pin, and his hand forms firm fists, his knuckles prominent as he holds down his door handles. He's about to enter his space when he notices your presence. And finally, you know the face of your nuisance of a neighbor, which might turn quite a turn starting this moment.

The neighbor was a new face of attractiveness you'd never seen before. Dark and formed eyebrows beneath the straight black fringe, drawing you down to his large moon-shaped eyes with full black irises that sparkle from the light reflected off your dress. You trace your eyes down from his nose to the most striking aspect of his face; his heart-shaped pink lips parted like cushions of velvet when caressed.

He realizes a bit late of your stares, making him bow, a gush of warmth rushing up to his ears as he greets a good evening.

Snapping back to reality, you also bow, struggling to straighten yourself from the alcohol in your system.

"Good evening," you greeted back as you stood straight up, and he smiled idly, reciprocating the greeting.

"Kyungsoo? Is that you?" a man from his apartment called out. 

"Yeah," he replied back, quickly bowed at you again, mumbling a goodbye, then entered his room hurriedly.

Too bad, you thought. A part of you wished you could observe him more to satisfy the curiosity that the 'once' dreaded neighbor was actually a sight to behold, but the remaining half just wanted to take a good hot bath and bury yourself on the soft mattress of your bed. 

You shrugged it off, deciding to surrender to the latter choice, and entered your apartment, dropping your purse on the couch and your body followed.

As you looked around your space, you feel a bit empty just from the difference of the fun energy from clubbing and this bare hotel room. Nothing was in your room to feel like you were home, and you were feeling like you were living in a blank space these past few days.

Empty tables and countertops greeting you every morning is starting to suck off the energy you regained *barely* from sleep. Missing the familiarness and coziness of your home, and most importantly—"Fuck. All this clubbing makes me wanna get laid so badly." 

I mean, how could you blame yourself? Lewd scenes in the club of people getting drunk and making out on the dance floor, and then when you're fed up with that scene and decide to take a tinkle, you go to the restroom only to see another cluster of people getting drunk and making out. The worst is hearing grunts and skins slapping in the women's bathroom.

Just how are you supposed to compose yourself? Being surrounded by horny people made you horny too. You're human.

Ding. Notifications from your phone on the couch pop up, and you check out what's happening. They were pictures sent by your friends in the group chat, all of you just having fun drinking in the VIP section, along with texts if everybody got home safely, and you noticed yourself in those pictures. 

The long deliberation of wearing this iconic Versace chainmail dress your friend told you to wear and ending up wearing it was worth it. This dress attracted many lookers on you tonight, and your friends teased how you were practically glowing with the dress.

You can't help but take advantage of the remaining glamor you feel with yourself and also the desire to please yourself tonight. So you dim the lights of your room, and you hear the noise of an electric guitar chord tuning from your beloved neighbor.

You groaned in frustration and punched the air toward your neighbor's place. "You may have attracted me on our first encounter, but you're still good at being an ass." But this action alone of trying to argue with your neighbor's walls is helpless, so you slumped on the couch again and stared off into space. 

"The guitar solo on this song is so good, I swear. It's good that you picked this song for a starter in your plans to be a musician." The muffled noise turned clear, hearing them from an unmistakable sound of speakers. They were using fucking microphones. 

"Yeah, hopefully this would be a good song for my audition. I've been practicing my vocals for a while now, so I might as well pursue it." You almost calmed down hearing the neighbor's deep calm voice, followed by the melody of a familiar intro of a song on a synth piano.

The sound of romantic and dreamy enter your senses, and you place your ear on the wall to listen more closely. You can't pinpoint what this song's title was, but you know that it is pretty famous.

The other voice that wasn't your neighbor interrupted, "Let’s start filming the practice? I think we’re ready to record." Then the synth stopped, a pout on your lips formed unconsciously, and you strayed away from the wall in defeat.

"Sure, but before we start recording, I saw my neighbor by the door earlier…." 

Me? you thought, eyebrows furrowed with curiosity.

Silence and a deep sigh engulfed it. The neighbor continued, "I think it was her first time to see me and her dress tonight…it looked so perfect on her, like it was tailored for her only. It also looked expensive like all of the past clothes she wore, and there is always the familiar scent of—" 

"Versace?" The friend finished.

"Yes. Exactly." 

"That's why you picked this song. So then, what did you do?" The friend continued, full of expectations. 

"I bowed, greeted a good evening, and immediately went inside since you called out for me."

"Kyungsoo?" 

"Yeah?" 

"You're an idiot."

"Pfft—" you snorted, glad that you held yourself back by covering your mouth.

"What do you mean?" Kyungsoo asked innocently, clearly showing no signs of remorse for his actions. You never knew your neighbor was so naive, especially when his songs, besides the ballads, were always passionate soul and R&B music. 

"What do you mean? Are you serious—You're hopeless, Do Kyungsoo" and silence. The friend was too stunned to speak, even to inform Kyungsoo what he had just lost.

“...”

"Would you like to practice before we record?" Kyungsoo blurted out.

"Yes, please."

The dreamy tune of the synth goes again, and a specific key of the synth feels like Kyungsoo was about to start singing until you hear the first stanza. You're frozen, silenced. This is Bruno Mars' song, but neither is it about the blues nor the music of a broken-hearted man.

So this was it, the reason why this melody was so familiar. It’s Versace on the Floor. The dim lights of your room, the smooth and sensual synth piano, and his voice, like the color of the finest silks of green, set the caress atmosphere. You've always heard him singing passionately, but this vibration and temperature of emotion were much unlike his past way of singing. 

As you struggle to catch your breath, a growing sensation builds, the feeling of weight getting heavier as you struggle to dedicate yourself to listening to his serenades alone. Thoughts of him on your first meeting start to swarm up every corridor of your mind, and you lean your back to the wall. Eyes closed and hands to your chest, grasping the hem of your dress to fully immerse yourself with the walls that seem to be the only separation of your longing and lust for pleasure.

Realization of reality opens your eyes to the current situation. Was this just a coincidence? Versace, the conversation about you, and this song. Wait—is this song actually for you? 

A fit of laughter of disbelief escapes from your lips, the tip of your tongue poking your inner cheek. The alcohol must have reached your rationality, though this doesn't stop you from entertaining the thought of just hearing his intentions to undress the sight of you in your Versace dress, tingling you with excitement.

But this isn't right. You convinced yourself. This is uncalled for. How can you lust on a man you just met?

The headache from the alcohol disperses and a new sensation replaces it. Your legs and arms go weak, and you slowly fall on your carpet as the chorus ends and another verse comes.

There was nothing to stop you, yet still you worried if this song was supposed to be dedicated to you. You groaned in frustration, and gave up, following his explicit instructions, unzipping the zipper from your back, the sound of a smooth zipper gliding down along the lines of your spine. In a trice, the nipple covers on your breasts are long gone, and you shiver from the nakedness of your chest; the tip of the nipples achingly hardens from the coldness of visibility. 

Kyungsoo's voice still reverberates clearly despite the thick walls and sensual lyrics of the following verse of the song filling the air as he sings about tender intimacy. You lick your fingers and imagine him kissing you bold, tracing down from the curvature of your neck to the enticing slopes of your shoulders. It didn’t matter how graphic and lewd he’d sing about the curves of your body, the assurance of your unquestioned beauty heard sincerely. 

To him, you were his muse. He reveres and divines your every composition, turning you into hymns of his desperation to touch you. You were a spec of his imagination in his eyes, the belladonna of what he can’t even grasp his dreams to be with. The sultriness of his voice chants of kissing you naked, undressing in your dress, and you hum in contentment, brushing your agitated nipple, igniting a symphony of pleasure within you from the light contact.

Every inch of you quivers, delicious temptations of touching yourself, hypnotizing your sanity, and the morals you've put yourself to protect crumble down. A great requirement of satisfaction has been set upon you, earning for you to yearn more, itching to caress the warm existence between your legs.

You wanted to feel his emotions. No, instead, you needed him to look at you with those large radiant eyes to look straight into yours without any hint of hesitance behind them and touch you with those carefully carved hands on every part of you. And with that voice, that heavenly blessed voice, if he was here with you, you'd fawn over him as he barely touches his velvet lips on your ears, whispering sweet praises slowly leading to merely sweet nothings of your existing beauty.

Amidst the yearning for him, do you hear the sweet guitar solo you've forgotten existed in the song, the long tolerance of your refusal of self-satisfaction vanishing. You readied, your hand busy teasing your erected breast and the other pulling down the remaining dress that covered the rest of you. You shut your eyes closed, feeling your hesitant cold hands go near between your thighs, landing to touch your clit, and a hiss comes out of your mouth from the touch.

Hallucinations of Kyungsoo in front of you, observing you just like how you imagined him to be, with anticipation, with eagerness. You spread your legs wide and leniently stroked your clit, capturing you with an airy moan, a rush of ecstasy from your cunt to your arms. Shortly, your patience goes dry, gaining more momentum and force to your strokes, knees buckling, and your legs surging from high. 

You feel it coming close, and you stop yourself from the pleasure as he sings the song's ending chorus. Quickly you grab the nearest pillow from the couch and sit on it, legs on either side of the pillow and start humping. The interrupted orgasm recovers, and you think of how erotic and ludicrous you are, pleasuring yourself just by the voice of a neighbor you once hated, which turned out to be the man of your ideals. 

Kyungsoo belts out the song's last note, and you whimper, nearing your orgasm. You stifle out a noticeable mewl as you orgasm, and you immediately cover your mouth, hoping that it wasn't heard, especially by your neighbor. 

"Fuck, no, no, no," you mumbled repeatedly and lay dead on the carpet, body weak from bliss. 

"That was amazing! I think you're good to go for the audition already, Kyungsoo. Would you like another go? Just to make sure," The friend complimented Kyungsoo, but Kyungsoo remained quiet, and you felt every nerve of your body growing cold. 

"Soo?"

"Yeah. Can we record in your studio instead? I wanna hear my voice clearer." 

"Sure. I'll just meet you on the ground floor since I'll be starting up the car." 

"Okay." The sound of a door swinging open next door is the last sound you hear. 

It was just the two of you left, and it felt awkward even though you were technically in different rooms, but it felt like you were in the same space, feeling the tension and being the only ones aware of it. You pursed your lips and exhaled to relieve your nerves, neglecting your eavesdropping. 

Better take a bath, sleep in the comfort of your bed, just like you planned, and pretend nothing happened. Yes, that's good for now.

Knock knock. That sound definitely didn't come from your phone, nor was it an alarm clock you hopefully set by this hour for no reason. It was from the door. Your door specifically.

You hastened in wearing your nipple covers and wore your dress again, wearing a cardigan from the hanger near the door. You braced yourself from what you might see from the door viewer, and you tiptoed, seeing from the small hole the neighbor, in the same clothes earlier, his chin rested anxiously on his hand.

Shit, you cursed under your breath and tried to fix your hair and cover the skin showing on your chest with your cardigan. You slowly opened the door, and the neighbor didn't expect you'd even open the door.

"Uhm, can I help you?" You asked, and he opened his mouth, but nothing came out, and he attempted again.

"I…" Your eyes grow larger as you expect his response, looking straight to his eyes that wander around, trying to find answers from everywhere until he meets your eyes, and something bursts.

The both of you crash into each other's lips simultaneously as if knowing each other's pursuits of lust, rashed and rough, inhaling only the oxygen that suffices from one another.

Kyungsoo grabs hold of your waist and pulls it near, an indecent sigh coming out from the kiss. 

"Sir—" 

"Kyungsoo." he breathes deeply, out of breath. "Call me Kyungsoo." 

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— ☕️ⸯⸯ : arched﹙osh﹚

warnings: smut, oral sex, and profanity

genre & trope: smut and established relationship

pairing: oh sehun x f!reader

synopsis. you were exhausted after being busy at work. back arched as you try to release the tension in your spine with your chiro stretcher. it’s just your usual routine whenever you come home from work, although Sehun sees it another way. 

You're really excited about using your chiro-stretcher since office work is tedious. Still, it is your best skill when you sit in front of a computer instead of working all day walking around. Especially when you're already used to what to expect when new documents come in.  

Sehun even told you he'd also be staying in your apartment because he finally had time to spend with you. So it's a thing to be excited about after long repeated work. 

After taking the elevator, you finally reach your apartment. You click down your code on the door lock and open the door. 

"I'm home," you say as you remove your shoes from the entrance, and you hear a raucous rushing noise getting louder as it gets close. 

And there was Sehun in an apron, holding a spatula, and he smiled cheek to cheek from the first sight of you finally home. You can't help but smile as well, opening your arms wide,  gesturing him to come and hug you. 

"Y/N!" Sehun reciprocates the warm welcome of your presence. The familiar warmth and scent of Sehun enter your senses, and you sigh in relief of solace in his arms. 

This is heaven. 

"I missed you, Hun."  

"I missed you the most" he pulls away from the hug and holds both of your cheeks. He bends down to give a long smooch on both of your cheeks and so on your lips, nose warm as you giggle when he pulls away, also seeing his eyes turning into crescent moons.  

"Looking good with my floral apron, huh" you tease him, and he laughs and attempts to make a pose.  

"Of course. I have to look good in front of my rich wife when she comes home since I'm her beloved man-wife," he retorts, and you roll your eyes in return.  

"Come on. Mom made you your favorite seaweed soup since I told her I'd stay in your apartment tonight" Sehun pulls you to your kitchen as if it was his own, takes off your coat, and gets the bag from your shoulder.   

"Say thank you to Auntie for me. She's the sweetest." You stretch your arms up and let out a tired yawn while heading into your room.  

"I'll just be stretching, Hun," Sehun hums in response, still heating the seaweed soup.  

You remove your work clothes and feel your body finally breathing. The pencil skirt and long white-sleeved polo suffocated you the whole day, leaving you on your tank top and black stockings. Thankfully your workplace is air-conditioned. If it weren't, you'd have quit the job a long time ago already.  

You squat on the floor carpet and get your back stretcher under the bed.  

Your precious chiro-stretcher. It was a lifesaver to find this equipment while surfing the internet. You got used to twisting your upper body by yourself to take a good crack of your spine, but the chiro-stretcher does it better than doing it yourself.  

You adjust to your favorite level, the highest level, and slowly lie down on it. Your back arches as it hits contact with the plastic, then you hear the satisfying cracks when your back relaxes on the material, the stiffness and heaviness disappearing, and you close your eyes in relief.  

"Mmh," you moan as your shoulder relaxes at ease, and you flutter your eyes open, seeing Sehun standing in front of the doorway looking down at you on the carpet, both stunned and amused.  

"Something wrong, babe?" you ask him, still not leaving your position.   

"O-oh, nothing. I was just here to tell you the soup is already warmed up," Sehun says while fidgeting his fingers.  

"I'll be there after this," you answer nonchalantly, pretending not to notice how his eyes trace your body from up and down.  

"Should we do a little show?" you thought, almost lowering your defenses as you smirked in your mind.  

You bend your left leg and stretch your arms, showing off your figure, testing again if your hunch was correct, and you were.  

Sehun was watching you like a predator feasting his eyes on his prey. He didn't know how your stretch routine was the hottest thing that would turn him on.  

A strip tease in disguise.  

Your cotton white tank top teasingly exposes the skin of your belly, your legs wrapped around with black stockings that accentuate the figure of your legs and would ride up on your thigh when you'd bend your legs.   

Most especially, your back is arched for dear life at an angle which he hasn't seen you before.   

Sehun gulps hard as he tries to maintain his poise. You think you were hiding your smirk so well, but what you forgot is after all those years being with Sehun, he can read you like a book when you start being naughty.  

"Hun?" you call him out, trying to hide your amused smile.  

"She's enjoying this too much," Sehun thought, and he knew of this woman's capabilities. He's head over heels of you, and you're aware of that.  

"Hm?" he replies, looking into your eyes, and you gesture for him to come close.  

"I kind of need your help stretching my legs. It doesn't do much when I do it myself," and Sehun obliges, sitting in front of your legs.  

Sehun licks his lip nervously as he takes in the view of your legs and tries hard not to look down between your thighs.  

Should he fall into your game or play along? He was in a dilemma, unaware how to act in front of you, yet, he unconsciously gazes at your legs eventualy. You feel his stares, and you move on to the next move, bending your knees and turning his eyes on the view of your entrance, covered with your black laced g-string and silence.  

No one is talking, and you can only see Sehun's forehead from your position.  

You're starting to worry that there might be some issues down there.  

"Earth down to Sehun?" you call out, and what you didn't know, Sehun has finally made his decision.  

"Sorry, I was just lost in thought" he holds both of your legs and starts stretching them, pushing your bended knees close to you.  

"Why? Is there something wrong?" you ask, concerned, eyebrows furrowed, wondering what might be in his mind even if there was tension starting to form between you two.

"Nothing to worry about. I was staring into space" Sehun gives a small chuckle, and you sigh in relief and say: "You got me there."  

"Anyways, am I doing this right?" he asks while still holding on to the stretch he did earlier.  

"Yes, it feels great," you hum, pleased with the relief the stretch gives you.  

"Should I also do it in this way too?" Sehun suggests straightening your legs and slowly pushing your legs towards you. You let out a tiny whimper as you feel the pain in your hamstrings.  

"N-no, it hurts that way, Hun." but he doesn't respond, still holding your legs up high. You're groaning in distress, wondering why Sehun is not answering and maybe was just playing with you.  

"Oh Sehun, stop. This is not funny—" you shiver, a sudden warm wisp of air you felt near your folds.  

Sehun smoothly glides his hands down your legs, removing you from the pain of your hamstrings. His hands shift lower between your thighs, stopping as it reaches down on your inner thighs.  

He separates your legs, viewing your barely covered folds wide open. He gets close to it, burying his nose on your slit, inhaling in your scent as he makes contact, and you gasp, flushed from the current position.  

The two of you haven't tried new positions before. Just doing vanilla and missionaries the both of you got from watching pornography together but never this. It might be the same as having a pillow under your spine, while this? It's a new sensation, and you're not complaining.  

And it was the same for him. Sehun was enjoying this new position. He slicks his tongue in your slit, and you tremble, the last press of his tongue on your clit. A throbbing sensation begins to come up down there, and you attempt to close your legs to feel more of it.  

But before you do, Sehun aggressively holds down both legs with his hands between your thighs.  

"Keep your legs wide open. We're not done yet." his voice was low and commanding. You're aroused over his claim of domination over you because Sehun wasn't always this dominating.  

"Fuck, Y/N. You've been hiding this routine from me all along? I'm hurt" you can feel the sarcastic pout on his face, and you chuckle.  

"If you did, I could never go to work the next morning," you reply idly, desperately waiting to touch you again.  

"And you're willing to do that right now?"  

"Just this time."  

"I'm going to change that tonight," he replies, stripping off your black stockings on your crotch area and moving aside the already wet string of your barely covered panties from precum.  

You quiver from his slow strokes on your folds, quiet caresses turning into loud squelching noises. Your groans turn into sharp gasps, hips bolting up and eyes rolling up from the overwhelming warm sensation.  

Your legs are quivering as it tries to keep themselves as wide as possible, obeying Sehun's orders, but he suddenly inserts his two long fingers inside you and already spots your sensitive spot.  

"Oh god, Sehun—" you squeak out. He slowly fingers your g-spot, and you jerk in reaction.  

"Now, I suddenly remember how you love being rubbed in...this spot?" he lowers his fingers, positioning down to the lower part of your entrance, and pushes his fingers in and out, creating friction that brings you to high-pitched cries.  

You hum in delight, grabbing his head and lowering it down, making it face your untouched clit.  

"My pleasure," he obliges without you saying anything, pleased with your lust overcoming you, and licks his tongue in excitement.  

Sehun presses his tongue on your clit, slowly devouring it, the warmth, moisture, and sensation sending electric currents from your mind down to your toes. He continues to finger you, and you're a moaning mess, struggling to wrap your legs around Sehun and just disobey him.  

He removes his fingers and tongue from your clit, and you grumble, complaining about interrupting when you were just about to release. But he adjusts the chiro-stretcher to the lowest level and finally faces you upfront.  

His hair was messy, his mouth and nose glistening from the mix of his sweat and your cum. Sehun removes your tank top and unclips your bra, leaving your upper body naked. His eyes narrow when he meets your eyes, sensing his lustful desires.  

You say nothing, closing your eyes, pulling him into you, and pressing his lips on yours. The kiss turned from gentle kisses to dominating each other with no room for anything. Air not even in the equation. You enter your tongue in, and it makes contact with his, ending up with the both of you catching air in a few moments and proceeding to wear out each other's oxygen again. 

Sehun is getting impatient, wanting to fill you with his length and experience the exquisite sensation of your drenched entrance. 

He removes his shirt and slips off his pants and boxer simultaneously, his cock standing up high, twitching and wet from his arousal. 

You can't help but wrap your hand around his erection, and Sehun twitches. 

"Put it in me," you beg, your eyes looking up at him in desperation, your uncontrollable desires taking over you. All you wanted was to be pounded hard right now. 

Sehun positions himself in your entrance, and you open your legs wide, and he doesn't hesitate to shove his length inside you, and you whimper. 

This back-stretcher was doing a great job making this sex reach your limits. Sehun thrusts in you with no signs of stopping and presses. He was in his time of life being inside you and just making love to you. Moans and skins slapping fills in the void of the room. 

"Fuck, I-I'm coming," Sehun grunts, burying his head on your neck, hot breaths and low groans much clearer now. 

"Me too," you pant, feeling the sign of release overcoming you, and you release, moaning fervently near Sehun's ear. And he comes, the hot liquid filling in your void. 

The both of you are panting in the same rhythm, slowly taking up the information of pleasure and finally releasing it. This longing for each other and making it up with sex was the best thing you two have ever done. 

But you were feeling grateful and emotional at the moment, losing contact and quality time with Sehun hitting you harder than you knew. 

"I really missed you, Hun" you looked into his eyes, your breathing back to the way it is, and you unconsciously show your vulnerability in your eyes.  

And Sehun is defenseless. Meeting with your eyes shining with such love staring into his. You were the most beautiful and strong woman he was in love with. Nothing mattered to him at the moment, you and only you who showered him affection and comfort were enough for him to exist and maybe think of the future with you, but he'll ask you at the right time.  

Sehun smiles softly, tucking a strand of hair to the back of your ear and pressing his lips on yours, the kiss was so short, but it showed the love two of you shared. 

"I love you too," he replies, ending up with sandwiching and long tight hugs between you two. 

"Hey...why don't you try this chiro-stretcher too?" you suggest, and he pulls away, looking conflicted. 

"But the seaweed soup is all cold now." 

"Unless you don't want some fun time with this woman who wants to fuck you again, why not?" you tease, tracing your finger on his arm and looking suggestively at his sore pink lips. And Sehun smiles, even letting out a small chuckle. 

"This keeps getting better and better."

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You were exhausted after being busy at work. Back arched as you try to release the tension in your spine with your chiro stretcher. It’s just your usual routine whenever you come home from work, although Sehun sees it another way. 

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— ☕️ⸯⸯ : the tension game﹙kji﹚

warnings: smut, profanity, and mild bdsm

genre & trope: smut and established relationship

pairings: kim jongin x fem!reader (ft. chanbaek)

synopsis. in what seems like a busy and worrisome planning and waiting period before the wedding day, your friend challenges you to play a game. a game that every sexual couple would despise, and you and Jongin have no choice but to play.

Warm breath and the feeling of skin attached to your legs woke you up. It was the legs of your soon-to-be husband, Kim Jongin. He was in a deep sleep, and his gorgeous face looked tired, his mouth agape as he released an exhale of his morning breath. You expected this would happen because of what happened last night.

To celebrate your engagement, you had a double date dinner with your friend, Baekhyun, and his husband, Chanyeol. While he wore a simple and clean-cut suit with a button-down dress shirt, you wore this backless burgundy cocktail dress that accentuated your curves for the dinner date. And the way Jongin looked at you, admiring your physique hugged provocatively by the dress, woke something in him.

He was a mess over the dinner table when you talked to the couple about plans for the wedding. He would sneakily place his hand under the table on your thigh and slowly put it on your upper thigh, still wearing his addictive smile like nothing obscure was happening.

You knew that this dinner date wouldn't last longer than you expected it to be.

"And I'd like it if we don't allow kids in your wedding. It was a mistake when we did it at our wedding and... Oh! I forgot we had to call our sponsor from our business about... yeah, an investment. Aren't we, Yeol?" Baekhyun wears a teasing smile when he notices your stiff stance and elbows hard the oblivious Chanyeol, which made the guy wince in pain.

"Really? That's quite upsetting we didn't even have our dessert yet," Jongin comments, and he wears a disappointed expression as Baekhyun pulls Chanyeol up by force from his seat.

"But we just had dessert-" "Mhm, yeah, very upsetting. Unfortunately, 'we' even have to leave this place after the phone call" Baekhyun interrupts the confused Chanyeol.

Oh, so this is really happening.

"Thanks, Baek." Jongin whispers and gives Chanyeol a wink.

Soon enough, Chanyeol realizes what is going on and lets out a dramatic 'oh' with eyes wide-open from shock as they walk away. Perhaps maybe because he saw Jongin's hands on my lap. 

That goddamn giraffe.

"Looks like we're the only ones here," Jongin says, pretending that he wasn't the reason why.

"Stop acting innocent, Jongin. You can't even control yourself touching me everywhere when you were driving earlier."

"I'm sorry, honey. It's just- you look so fucking hot with your dress and the way you look mad right now" he pulls your chair close to him and gives you a peck on your cheek, wrapping his arms around your waist using the hand that was once on your lap.

"I'm not mad. I'm just..."

"You're just?"

"I kinda wanted to discuss how we must plan our wedding. I mean, I know we already had planned it before we even got engaged, but I want our wedding to be perfect, and we only have one month left." You let out a sigh and decided to just leave the discussion about the wedding plans next time.

"You don't need to worry about that. Everything will be in control. We hired the best wedding planner we wanted, and they agreed to work for us," he reassures you, and you look at him as your face brightens.

"Really? They wanted to work with us? That's great! I've been hearing stories from the other couples who hired them, and the planner did it so well, but how did you get the wedding planner? It was hard to reach out to them from what I've heard."

"Who tries to deny my request, Y/N? I'm the most handsome bachelor in the world," he brags and winks at you while you give him an eye roll in return.

Jongin is really unpredictable when it comes to everything. Although, it really is calming and reassuring to know that you get to relax a bit because of his calm disposition in every problem. Or maybe just because he can solve everything with his power and money.

It really balances you out, and you've learned many things from him. It feels good having a capable partner who loves you equally as you do.

"I think you've forgotten why we are alone here now, Y/N."

You look at him, his body tense, and the look of his eyes filled with anything but lust. And you know exactly what he wants now.

"But honey, we're in a restaurant. Won't people see us?" You ask him, wary of your surroundings, and he stands up to guide you to also stand.

You start to feel small as he towers his height over you. Even if you wore heels, you were only at height with his neck.

"Chanyeol and Baekhyun already knew the drill when they left, baby. There's no need to worry" he pushes back strands of hair behind your ear and leans down to rest his face on your bare shoulder.

You sense his heavy breathing. The position Jongin is in is intoxicating that you can almost be in rhythm with his heartbeat.

Jongin always loved the smell of your skin. The way your favorite perfume and body lotion on your skin smelled made you more seductive. And he feels ecstatic as he takes you in.

You feel hot as you try to stand up properly, your core already acting up and not helping you standstill, the tension between you two intense.

Jongin notices this, and he puts an arm behind your bareback to support you. You can feel his toned muscles and warm skin in contact with your back.

Heck, you want to be pounded hard by this man right now.

"Tell me, kitten. Are you willing to take the risk of being caught being such a slut right now?" Jongin whispers in your ear, and you almost have goosebumps.

"I'd be very willing, daddy," You barely answer as your breathing starts to go rapid. Your heart beating fast from the close proximity of this man that doesn't care if he's in a restaurant, as long as he gets what he wants. And you can't be more turned on.

He starts kissing behind your ear that gives you chills down to your spine. You wrap your hands around his neck as he softly kisses under your jawline, then down to your neck, knowing well that your neck is your very weakness.

He gives you sloppy kisses that make you whine in satisfaction when he reaches your sensitive spot. He pulls away to look into your eyes, your neck still warm from the blue and purple marks.

You look down to his lips. They're still red and plump, looking badly kissable right now. You unconsciously stick your legs together, aroused. Jongin sees this, and he smirks.

"You're turning me on in so many ways, Y/N" he then starts to close the space between you two.

You sigh in satisfaction, finally having to kiss those full warm lips. You almost melt to the ground, but Jongin catches you and carries your body by holding on to your ass, putting you down on the empty dinner table where you once ate.

He pushes his lips deeper into yours, making you slightly lean back. You bite his lower lip to ask for an entrance, and he grants it, tilting his head to have more access to you.

Slowly moving close to you as your back was in contact with the table, he twists his tongue with yours. You can feel him right now, his growing bulge can be felt on your thighs, and you pull away to catch a breath.

Both of you were catching your breaths, staring into each other's eyes, not saying a word. The once clean, pushed-back bangs of Jongin's hair that he worked so hard to brush were in front of his face, dripping with sweat.

You sense Jongin stares as he slowly looks up at your lips down to your chest.

"Fuck, I can’t take it anymore." he kisses your collarbone down to your chest. He takes the straps of your dress off down your shoulder as he removes your clothing, your bare chest and laced underwear now exposed. He's about to go down to your core–

The familiar ringtone of your phone calling loudly interrupts your session. Jongin ignores it, still down to your core, but he ticks off and goes to your purse to get your phone.

"Why the heck is Baekhyun calling you when he knows something is up between us?" he says, annoyed.

"I know" You can't agree more with him. But there's only one thing, and Jongin is aware of it too.

"I'll be outside," he whispers to your ear as he gives you a kiss and hands back your phone to you. You smile and give him a nod, then he takes his leave out of the room.

You pick up the call, pressing your hand hard on the answer button, frustrated. What does this guy want with you right now?

You put back on your dress and sit upon the table, then you hear Baekhyun on the line.

"Hey~"

"Oh shut up, Baek. What do you want now?"

"I know I just interrupted you two, but I forgot to tell you something very important."

"Yeah, horrible timing."

"Can't be helped unless you want your first night as husband and wife to be very spicy" You pause, confused and curious.

What does he mean about this? Does he know something?

"Hello, Y/N? You still there?" he snaps you off, and you reply with a hm.

"Looks like you're interested in it. You really wanna hear about it?~" Baekhyun asks teasingly, and you roll your eyes done with his antics. You really want to  know what he knows.

"Just spill it, Baek."

"Okay fine, but let me tell you, this game will be tough."

"Just hurry up, please."

"Gosh, you really sound sexually frustrated right now" he senses your patience almost losing, so he decides to finally spill it.

"The Tension Game."

"...The Tension Game?" you ask.

"There are three rules. Provoke each other's sexual desires. Touching each other is acceptable, although no sex and no making out is allowed. The game will only end when the honeymoon phase starts. Deal?"

"Say what now? What is this supposed to be?"

"Bestie, I know you'll want this so bad. I don't know with Jongin, but I'm sure he'll agree since if you don't agree to this game, I'm going to kidnap you and separate you two for a month."

"WHA- But the wedding will be a month from now!"

"That's the point, and if one of you will fail in the challenge, the same punishment as kidnapping and separating you from Jongin is going to be done. No wedding, no sexy times."

"How will you know we didn't commit to the game?"

"I'll know" you grow to be suspicious with him. Although he was your long-time best friend, this was suspicious as hell.

"So you stalk me always-"

"What? No, I can sense it Y/N. I have strong intuition with sexual things, okay? It's on my birth chart."

"I'm- Alright, fine, I agree. I got no choice, do I?"

"Of course you don't. Okay, bye, I'm hanging up. You also interrupted my sexy time with Yeol. The Tension game starts tonight at 11 PM! Night night, Y/N" Baekhyun ends the call, and you're left speechless. 

This lil' shit. How are you supposed to explain this to Jongin?

Your eyes furrow, and you're left in the quiet room alone, clueless on how you'll explain or even start this conversation with Jongin.

Not that you didn't trust him not committing to the game, but you're scared of things that'll happen once the game starts. He'll really be into this game, and you're not mentally prepared for that shit. Although your body says the opposite.

"Y/N?" Jongin peaks through the door and calls you out. You flinch from surprise and land your eyes on him as he approaches you.

"Hey..." You greet him nervously, and he senses that you are acting weird.

"Is something up?"

"Oh, nothing... I have to tell you something when we get home" He nods and asks no more, understanding why you can't say it to him yet.

"Let's go home, Y/N." Jongin removes his suit and places it on your shoulder. He extends his hand, and you take it, giving him a nod to lead the way.

From the drive and walk to Jongin's apartment was quiet. You can feel him staring at you, but you avoid his gaze, wanting to tease him.

It was already late at night, so you were the only ones who were inside the elevator. You press the button to the 10th floor, and the elevator starts to work its way up.

You fidget your fingers, still avoiding his gaze on you, the only thing evident was the elevator music, and you swear, this was taking too long. Until then, you feel arms wrapped around your waist, and you look to the side to see Jongin sulking while back hugging you.

"Why were you avoiding my gaze the whole time here, Y/N?" He whines.

Fuck, you didn't expect him to act cute, and it was definitely working on you.

"I was? Sorry, Jongin. I just feel tired for today, and I have to prepare for my work tomorrow too-"

There he goes again, kissing your neck with no warning. Not only does he gives you the tingle on your neck, you feel his right hand moving up to your chest, and he inserts his hand in your dress to fondle your breast.

"J-Jongin, not the right time," you warn him, and you whimper, feeling him rubbing your now hard and sensitive nipple.

"I'm not doing anything" He plays innocent as he continues to make the hickeys on your neck more evident.

You knew that this was going to resort to the bed, and the presence of the CCTV camera on the elevator reminds you of Baekhyun's warning.

Baekhyun is a great liar, but you've been through those, and you know he has his hands wrapped around you two, waiting and watching.

You need to hide. That's your first instinct.

You hear the ting of the elevator opening as you reach the 10th floor, and you quickly remove Jongin's hands only for you to drag him to his apartment.

You reach the door and unlock it. Jongin is stunned, wondering why you're in a hurry, but he keeps quiet and continues to look at your panicked state, only for you to drag him inside the apartment.

"What's wrong, Y/N? You're panicking right now," He asks, worried as he holds your jawline.

"Jongin, we are being watched, and it's about the call Baekhyun and I had at the restaurant." His eyes suddenly become serious.

"Did he do something to you?" he whispers.

"No, but he dragged us in to something."

You explain to him about the Tension Game. The rules, conditions, and punishments, and Jongin takes a while processing all the information you gave him. When he finally realizes what the game had, he looks at you with a defeated face and sighs.

"We have no choice, do we?"

"Unfortunately, we don't" he exhales another heavy sigh again.

"You know I can't handle it when I can't have a taste of you... but I'll give this a chance" he brings out a forced smile. You're also frustrated now that you have informed him about the punishment you're in, but an idea pops into your mind.

"How about we try to not touch each other for a week?" you propose, and Jongin quickly looks at you dead in the eye if you were being serious. But he sees your determined face, and he gives in.

"...Fine," he pouts, and you hold his jaw as you rub your thumbs on his soft cheeks.

"We have to control it, Jongin. It's the purpose of the game," you tell him, and he gives a slight nod.

You tip-toe on your heels and give him a peck on his cheeks. Jongin looks at you, pouting, his eyes saying that he's frustrated. How could he not touch someone so badly gorgeous as you?

"I'll just wash up, okay?" Jongin nods, and you proceed to prepare yourself for sleep.

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After washing up, you dry yourself in front of the mirror. You stare at your naked body and wonder how you would look under Jongin whenever he locks you on the bed.

His eyes always looked at your body for a long time, in awe of the form of your body. How your chest would rise and fall as you try to catch your breath as he eats you up. He'd always wear his smirk as he kisses and would look into your eyes, in delight.

You snap out and realize that you're aroused, still not done thinking how it was so hot to be fucked in the restaurant or in the elevator. But those didn't happen.

You sigh and wear your loungewear. You don't plan to show too much skin because you're worried that Jongin might suddenly break the rules. And you won't be able to stop him once that happens because you feel the same.

You enter the bedroom, and you see Jongin fast asleep. He must've been exhausted and shocked about the changes we must go through starting tonight. You don't bother to wake him up, and you crawl up beside him.

You put a pillow between you two, and you can hear him groan. He must be awake, but you shake it off and position your back facing him to put yourself to sleep.

Until then, you feel a warm hand crawling on your waist. You flinch from the sudden contact and look back to see a Jongin with eyes half awake.

"Are we seriously going to do this?" he complains.

"I told you. It can't be helped, babe" You smile in defeat.

"Then before we sleep... can I have a good night kiss?" he asks pleadingly, and you nod.

He removes the pillow separating you two, and he smiles while closing his eyes, anticipating your kiss. You chuckle, finding him adorable despite being frustrated.

You make contact with his lips and pull out, deciding to give him a peck instead. But he pulls you in again, grabbing your neck from behind to draw you in. You fell into his tricks again.

He fists your waist, pulling it towards him, and you let out a moan.

Jongin stops and pulls out from the kiss, staring at your eyes half-lidded. He looks down to your lips and bites his own.

"Jongin, Let's stop here." You order.

He doesn't reply, but he slowly removes his hand from your waist and looks down, upset.

"...I'll just take a bath" he leaves the bed and walks to the bathroom inside the bedroom with heavy steps.

You feel bad for ruining the mood, but it can't be helped. You want the marriage to happen as planned, and so does Jongin. You tuck yourself to sleep and put back the pillow to separate you two.

"This is for the best." You thought, and you went off to dreamland before Jongin finished taking his bath.

Three days until the wedding, it's been weeks ever since that night happened. No signs of breaking the rules or provoking each other. The two of you were playing safe, and it's kind of getting boring at this point.

Although, you sometimes feel Jongin's stares across the kitchen bar as you read documents on your laptop.

You'll wear your glasses and coffee on hand, and you'd sometimes run your hands through your hair from confusion. He finds you hot when you're focused on work, and he'd gulped hard, resisting the feeling away.

You're going to do the same routine today, but you're feeling naughty. You prepare your most lethal weapon, the hidden pile of lingerie on your very own closet in his apartment.

It's 4 in the afternoon, just on time the rays of the sun are soft and golden. You thoughtfully decide on what color and material to wear. A pure white lace or a black one?

Then you see it, just the perfect one to tease Jongin. To make him go mad. A green silk lingerie dress with a lace bralette that can almost see your nipples.

You immediately wear it and pair it up with a robe planning your every move as you wear your outfit of the day.

You carry your laptop on your right arm and leave the bedroom to go straight to the kitchen bar. You notice Jongin on his comfy clothes in the living room, and you position yourself on the high chair near the window, your back hitting the warm light and the side of your body on his view.

You clear your throat and open your laptop, glancing at your peripheral vision if he can see you, but he doesn't budge.

"Babe," you call him out.

"Hm?" he replies, still focused on his legos, intentionally avoiding looking at you.

It's working.

"Can you please make me a cafe latte? Just the same blend as yours."

"Sure, honey. Let me just piece these"

"Thanks, babe" he's playing safe, huh? That's cute.

You stretch your arms up and let it down as your robe slips down from your shoulders, your shoulders now bare.

"Oops" You pull the robe up, but it slips down again, and you finally catch his attention when you don't hear the sound of legos.

You don't mind the robe and bite on the hair clip, leaving it hanging on your mouth as you tie up your hair, your back arched while it's covered in the silk dress. You move your head to Jongin's direction, and you see him, his body not moving an inch and his eyes stern looking at your figure.

You finally clip your hair up and call Jongin out.

"Babe? My coffee?"

"...O-oh, right" he replies and clumsily stumbles as he walks down to the coffee machine.

Your back feels warm, and you fan yourself, preparing your next moves. You remove your robe and put it on the counter, your body barely covered by the lingerie.

You go down the chair facing Jongin, the hem of the dress pulling up to your inner thighs showing. You nonchalantly don't notice his stares and pull down the blinds.

"Your coffee, babe" Jongin places the coffee on the counter and proceeds to go back to his legos.

"Thanks" You go back to the high chair and stretch your arms. As your arms go back down, the straps fall down. You slowly put it back, waiting for a reaction or a noise.

Nothing.

Usually, when he sees you teasing him, he'll play along, but his reaction is different now. How odd, he really is trying hard to restrain himself. Guess you'll have to work harder.

You take a sip of the hot cafe latte and go to Jongin as you sit in front of him, your eyes on the phone pretending to browse it. You lie down on the couch, and accidentally your skirt goes up to your stomach.

You pull it down and cross your legs, the sight of the legs of your skin now teasing and vulnerable.

No change of reaction from him.

"Hey, Jong-"

"Y/N, don't." Your eyes widen, and you look at him.

He wasn't even making progress on his legos. His body straining as he tries to look only through your eyes. You hear a small grunt from him, then you look down to his grey sweats, a bulge growing.

Got him.

"I'm...I have to go somewhere. I'm sorry, Y/N" he excuses and leaves the living room.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

"Somewhere where I can restrain myself from you" and he leaves the apartment.

Well, that was fast. You can only laugh at the sudden leave of Jongin. You know that he's going to Chanyeol's house, also where your annoying best friend called Baekhyun lives too.

"I guess we'll meet at the wedding" You thought.

Things will be interesting, and you wonder how the wedding will go because of this.

You change your attire for the wedding reception from your heavy ball gown dress to a robe waiting for the reception dress and touching up your makeup.

The wedding was closed and intimate in a castle garden scene. You expected that Jongin would spend a lot of money but rent a whole palace for the wedding? He definitely knew your taste, and the wedding planner did it absolutely well.

During the vows on the pavilion, the two of you were just admiring each other. Whispering in secrets to each other on how our day was and how you can't believe you two reached this point.

And when the marriage officiant officially announces the bond between you and Jongin, he pulls you in quick, hands-on your waists, and presses his lips on yours.

His kiss was soft, promising, and warm enough to smile in the kiss, but even before pulling out, he bites your lower lip. He gives you a look in the eye before going back to his composure and looking at the crowd.

You don't know how much frustration is restrained in Jongin, and it feels dangerous.

Then the two of you walk down the aisle. Family members, close co-workers, and friends were there, waving and clapping, congratulating your wedding. 

Then you reach the castle's ballroom, Jongin asks for your hand, and he kisses it as you accept it. Keeping the prince and princess concept, huh.

"'I’ll be seeing you here" he says as you both bow to each other, playing along, and part your ways.

The makeup artists are helping you do your makeup again as it got destroyed when you cried earlier.

You wanted it to be just light and natural just for other purposes that it might get smeared off.

Baekhyun's there, eyebrows furrowed, crossing his arms, and tapping his feet.

"Why do I sense that something's about to happen?" he blurts out, and you pause.

"Like what?" You ask.

"...Yeah, maybe I'm just overthinking" he brushes it off.

"How was Jongin's stay in your home?" You change the topic.

"He slept with us on our bed." you snicker and look at him in the mirror, his face annoyed.

"He apparently can't receive any 'affection' from you because he's afraid that he might break the rule. He was annoying and needed company wherever in the house he went" he shakes his head in disappointment.

"The dress for the reception is here" You smile and say thank you to the makeup artist who entered the room with the dress. You stand up from your seat and go behind the dressing screen.

You wear and look at your reception dress in the mirror. It was a turtleneck long-sleeved cotton dress that looked like one of those wedding dresses of people before, but it looked beautiful and elegant for the castle wedding concept.

"How's the dress?" Baekhyun asks, and you walk out of the divider.

"Geez, you're making me cry" he runs towards you and hugs you tight.

"You're finally married!" he says excitedly, and you hug him back tightly.

"I know," you reply, holding your tears back to not ruin the makeup.

"Now, let's go. We don't want to waste your wedding day by crying"

You and Baekhyun head to the ballroom. The vast ceilings, pillars, and antiques welcome you. This place really looked like it was out of a fairytale, and I wonder how rich really is Jongin that he could rent this whole place.

The classical music enters your ears as you open the massive door to the ballroom. The guests are there clapping as you enter the room, and there is Jongin, standing in front of the door patiently waiting for you.

He looks stunned, looking at you from up and down in awe of the way you look on your dress. His outfit surpassed what you thought he would wear. He wore high waist pants with suspender belts and a white button-down dress shirt.

"That'd look good if he unbuttoned it all" You thought to yourself.

Jongin takes you from the hands of Baekhyun, and Baekhyun glares at him, giving him a warning. You laugh and smack Baekhyun's arm, making him caress the spot you hit. Then he goes to Chanyeol, who was waving at us.

The reception and the interaction was fun. The food served was delicious, and from time to time, you'd also have a tear falling down your cheek as you try to hold it in because of the heartfelt speeches. But you want to end this right now, and Jongin does too.

The final dance is next for the occasion before everything is done. You rise up from your seat, and Jongin does the same as he offers his hand, and you accept it, slowly going down the platform.

"What if I step on your feet?" You worry as you two reach the center of the ballroom.

"As long as it's you, I'd be delighted," he winks at you, and you smack his arm and chuckle.

"Are you secretly submissive?" you tease him.

"...How did you know?" he says sincerely, and your eyes widen. You're speechless but you just shrugged it off.

The classical music starts, and he holds your right hand and puts his other hand to your waist. He leads the dance, and you never knew he was good at this. Jongin really is a surprise.

People enjoyed their time, guests with their partners dancing to classical music, and sometimes some of them were groups who danced. This wedding really is beautiful.

You notice that Jongin slowly leads you away to the crowd and the two of you finally reach the exit doors. 

"What are you doing?" You ask him, startled. 

"We're leaving this party." He opens the door slowly while you watch out if anybody notices that the persons they're celebrating for are missing.

"Are you perhaps against it?" he asks, hesitant in opening the door.

"I'd like to leave too" You say, and he smiles dearly.

"That's my girl." He drags you in the door when he enters and slowly shuts it, but it still causes a noticeable bang.

"Fuck, run!" he whispers shout. He holds your hand and runs with you, the loud clicks of your heels making things worse as it echoes through the hallways.

Baekhyun slams the door open and chases the both of you.

"They're escaping!" he announces while pointing at us.

Chanyeol joins the chase, and you're fucking terrified. That man is fucking competitive and will do with his powers to catch you two.

"Jongin, my heels are burdening me" You say to him as the both of you turn right to the hallway.

He stops and quickly carries you bridal style as he starts running again.

Wow, that was hot.

You can feel his chest muscles right now as your hand were on his peck, but you're looking behind, seeing a fury Baekhyun and a sprinter Chanyeol.

"It's not the honeymoon yet, you horny bastards!" Baekhyun shouts.

Sometimes, I'm thankful for Baekhyun for suggesting not to bring kids to the wedding because this would be a total mess. And thank goodness that Chanyeol's shoes were slippery, or he would've surpassed us.

Now, if he just wouldn't remove his shoes and socks, then everything will be fine.

But Chanyeol was smart enough to do it.

"Shit, Chanyeol's going to run barefooted!" You panic, and Jongin swiftly turns to a hallway and turns again to another hallway. Jongin stops behind a plant stand that was enough for you two to hide.

"Are you sure you know where we're going?" You quietly ask while removing your heels.

"Somehow" Your jaw falls in disbelief.

"We escaped with no plans?!" You whisper shout at him, and he sneakily smiles.

"I was just joking. Now, let's go before we're found" You two stand up, and Jongin brings you on the dead-end of the hallway, pushing the wall, leading you to a secret room. You look around, and the place seems too clean for a secret bedroom. You wonder how Jongin knew such a place, is this one of his plans again?

"How is this place clea-" Jongin catches you off-guard, and he walks towards you, making you walk backward.

"Finally. I've never been so fucking frustrated in my whole life. Baekhyun's really a fucking asshole for letting me go through this" he pushes his hand through his hair and lets out a big exhale, his hair now a mess.

"And you? You dare to tease me that day when I've been trying so hard resisting to not touch you?" You hit the couch, and you stop, Jongin finally cornering you.

"It was boring 'cause we were playing safe" You reply bravely, and he laughs, shaking his head, amused by your honesty.

"Being such a brat, are you?" Jongin looks down to your lips and licks his lips unconsciously.

And you finally snap.

"Fuck. I want you now, Jongin." You pull Jongin's shirt down and slam your lips on him.

He willingly kisses back and puts his hands on your waist, pulling close your body to him. You tilt your head and wrap your hands on his jaw, breathing the air he has taken in.

Jongin twists his tongue with yours when he suddenly raises up his knee and softly slicks your wet folds with his knee. You moan in the kiss, and you can feel your core throbbing loudly at the contact. He's getting greedy, and you're craving for it.

"Oh, fuck Y/N" he carries you to the bed, holding your ass, never letting go of the intense make-out.

Jongin notices the laces on your back and immediately unties them. You oblige and loosen the dress along with him, your white lacey bra and thong set now exposed that you specifically bought for the wedding night.

"I miss seeing you in a laced set" he says as he admires your figure covered in clothes that barely covers your body.

You quickly unbutton his dress shirt as he throws it on the floor, along with his pants, the two of you only left in your underwear. You see his huge bulge on his underwear, the underwear barely trying to keep it from going up.

You bring your legs together, biting your nail getting turned on by the growing tension of desire between you.

You touch Jongin's bulge, and he shivers. His eyes closed, and his face moaning from the contact. You switch positions with him and teasingly touch the clothed penis. The underwear was slightly damp, clearly from the precum.

He reacts, his body twitching, and so is his dick. You slowly rub it more and look up at his face, and he whines, wanting more from you.

"P-please, Y/N" he pleads.

"Please, what?"

"Please suck my dick, oh please Y/N" he whines. You remove his briefs, and the penis springs up and twitches, aroused.

You eye at the hard and long figure, spit almost drooling from the corners of your mouth. After so long of being patient, finally, you're being rewarded.

You take time to stroke the dick, making your hold a bit tight as you stroke it up and down. You lick the tip lightly, and Jongin quivers under his breath.

Jongin holds your head and leads you to slowly take him whole. You gag but manage to get used to the size. You finally take him whole and suck it slowly.

You look up at him and see him looking down at you lustfully then you start pacing fast, your eyes never leaving his.

"Mmh" you hum as you focus on the dick and pace a bit faster, almost gagging.

The way you were making such a lewd face and you cleavage being exposed from your laced bra. He was ecstatic and fucking turned on just for you.

He moans and covers his eyes with his arm, squirming as you start sucking fast. The feeling of your tongue surrounding his dick and your hands that rests on his inner thigh is heaven.

You almost tear up, your breasts move along with your pace, and Jongin gets aroused as he sees your nipples every time your breasts bounce up and down.

Jongin removes your head on his dick, trying to catch his breath. Even wanting more than the sensation of your mouth after seeing your nipples.

"You think I'll let you be the only one leading?" Jongin goes on top of you and unclips your bra as he throws it off you. God, how he loves seeing those perky breasts.

"Ugh, Jongin" You whine, your nipples already hard and wanting your pussy to be touched so bad.

He hums and kisses your lips as he starts to trail kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone. Then he finally goes down to your breast and sucks on it. You feel your nipples getting sensitive, and you squirm, closing your legs from the sensation.

Jongin notices and opens your legs to lock it, keeping you from closing it every time you're aroused. You roam your hand down to your core, but he quickly grabs it before you.

"No, baby. No touching yourself," Jongin commands as he goes down to your clothed core.

He presses his nose on the wet clothed slit, and you bring out a muffled moan. He takes in your scent, finally being able to take in the smell of your cum.

Jongin glides his hand on your inner thigh and around the slit too. You squirm, feeling tingly from the touch, and you whine, frustrated by the teasing.

"Stop teasing me" You whine, and he chuckles.

"Oh, really? Why don't you ask nicely for me, baby" he replies.

"Please, just fuck me, Jongin"

"Mm-mm, I'm not Jongin tonight, baby girl."

"Daddy, please" You plead. Jongin obliges and removes your panty.

He's delighted, finally seeing your pussy wet and waiting to be filled in. After what felt like torture, he gets to taste you once again. He slicks his tongue on your wet slit, and you shudder from the feeling of his tongue.

"Shit, you taste so fucking good" he takes in your slit, inserting his tongue in your wet walls. You hum in response and grab his hair in ecstasy.

Jongin notices your clit, waiting to be touched, and he knows how much you love the feeling of your clit being stroked. He licks the clit, and your eyes go wide, about to go crazy over the small contact.

He starts doing circles, and you squirm, the warm currents going down through your toes. Your toes curl up, and you run your fingers through his hair as he continues to rub circles on your clit, observing your vulnerable state of ecstasy.

You get even more turned on as you start to moan loud, the rush of dopamine pumping into you every time Jongin rubs in the right pace and spot.

Jongin loves the sound of your moans, and he groans in desperation, wanting your pussy to be filled with his cock.

He sees you enjoying the touches he gives you, sweating and eyes shut as you moan in delight, even holding your dear life on the pillow you're laying on.

"Fuck, you look so fucking hot right now" Jongin stops rubbing, and you whine in dissatisfaction.

"P-please, don't stop daddy."

"Hm—you want me to fuck you hard, huh? Is that what you want? Being daddy's little slut?"

You're surprised. Hearing Jongin talking dirty when he usually does sweet talks to you.

Oh, dear. You want to be controlled by this man right now.

"I deserve to be punished for teasing you, daddy" you reply in anticipation, and he wears an amused face, smirking.

"Good girl" Jongin hums.

Jongin pulls out a handcuff on the drawer beside the bed. He locks you on the headboard of the bed, and you're unable to touch Jongin anymore.

"Kiss me please, daddy"

"Whatever my girl wants," he takes you in. You feel hot and aroused from the dominance Jongin shows you. You want so badly to touch him right now, but the cuffs' restraint does otherwise.

Jongin twists his tongue with yours, and you hum in delight. He pulls away and what looks like sincerity and love in his eyes start to form, the dominance fading away from his eyes.

"May I?" he asks for permission, and you soften, tilting your head while smiling endearingly at him.

"Of course, babe."

Jongin positions himself at your entrance and kisses your lips, inserting his dick inside you. Your eyes widen from the size, not getting used to it because of how long you've never had sex with him.

"Are you okay?" Jongin looks at you, concerned, and you nod impatiently.

"Yes, Jongin. Please just fuck me right now. You're taking too long" he snickers, and the tone of his voice changes.

"Oh, right?" Jongin thrusts in you without a warning, and you moan. He already found your spot.

He works with his hips, pulling in and out his dick inside of you. He closes his eyes and bops his head back in ecstasy by the sensation of your wet folds wrapped around his cock.

Every time he thrusts his cock inside of you, your breathing gets interrupted by every thrust.

The growing feeling slowly starts on your vagina, but then Jongin places a pillow under your back, and you're breathing rapidly. Jongin emits a new sensation for you, and you're not complaining.

"U-ugh, fuck" You groan, and you raise your legs from the insatiable feeling.

Jongin starts to pace fast. The sound of skins slapping getting louder make you more aroused. Your breasts move up and down as your womanhood is violated.

You're shivering from ecstasy as you also start to thrust your hips along with him.

You feel it. The greediness of the both of you finally shows up. Jongin takes every bit of this moment to make up his pent-up sexual frustrations, and you feel the same.

"J-Jongin, I'm coming" Your voice shivers.

"C-coming." Jongin unlocks your handcuff, and you quickly wrap your arms around him along with your legs.

You curl your toes and bury your head on Jongin's neck.

"Jongin" You sigh out his name on his ear, and Jongin groans in reply, thrusting harder and slower.

Your moans turn into whimpers as you're getting ready to release. Jongin keeps the tempo, and your cum is about to release.

You let out a whimper as you release your cum, and Jongin bops his head back moaning as he releases his  liquid too. You shiver from the feeling of his warm cum inside you as you try to catch your breath.

Jongin looks at you while smiling softly. He wipes away the sweat on your forehead and kisses it. He also gives a kiss on your lips, then down to your jawline, and trailing down to your breasts. He slicks his tongue, and you shudder.

"I love you, Y/N" Jongin looks up at you as he holds up your hand for him to kiss.

Gosh, Jongin. He seems to always find a way to flutter your heart as if it's still the first time.

"I love you too, Jongin" Jongin smiles, and he reaches up to your lips as he attempts to put his on yours.

"JONGIN AND Y/N. WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO?" the both of you startle from the muffled scream of Baekhyun, who's about to go wild hunting you two down.

You look at each other and snicker, but soon later, Jongin drowns your body with sloppy kisses. You hum in delight by the sensation of his warm lips and saliva.

"Round two?" he looks up at you, and you roll your eyes at him. You look at him again, and he still looks desperate despite the session. You're defeated, and you agree, also wanting the idea of round two.

Even though the two of you failed to win the game, the game was still helpful in making this much more than our other sex.

Even if your married lives are at stake of losing the game, you're sure that you and Jongin would work out a plan to get what the best of you two wants.

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The Tension Game | Trailer

warnings: smut, profanity, bdsm, and sexual themes 

 genre & trope: smut and established relationship

pairings: kim jongin x fem!reader (ft. chanbaek)

You wanted to spice up the relationship between you and your soon to be husband, Kim Jongin, for your honeymoon.

So you decided to propose a game to him to gain this goal of yours and the game is called, The Tension Game.

The game is supposed to make your first night as husband and wife memorable and... steamy. Creating the tension between you two was the key to this.

If the rules were not followed, the two of you must be separated for about one month with no contact to each other. And knowing Kim Jongin, he hates being away from you for too long, especially when there is no communication and physical touch with you even in one day. The motherfucker is clingy as fuck so you'll know he'll be down for this.

The rules of Tension Game are simple.

Provoke each other's sexual desires. Touching of each other is acceptable although no sex and no making out is allowed. The game will only end when the honeymoon phase starts.

You can't wait for the tension and the antics that are about to be done within the days of provoking each other.

The feeling of want, lust, obsession, anger, and especially, sexual tension growing each second between you two, you can't predict anything that's about to happen once the game starts. But there's one thing you know.

Things are about to get wild.

Hi there. This is my first time to write a smut oneshot. I hope you'll all like it once I publish it... probably soon HAHAHAH ;))) Reblog the post or pm me if you want to be mentioned once the oneshot is released.

Have a great day <3

— orie (edit: its finally posted !)

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