chanis-banani

[chanis-banani]

I recommend you go into hiding

Also I feel like this song matches the vibes so well I'm actually crying (Yes I've been rereading this with a different song on repeat each time)

Forget Seungwoo, you two are now my no.1 nemeses.

The Dock of the Bay (m)

Pairing: Han Seungwoo x fem!reader

Summary: The night is beautiful, the water is fine, and you aren’t afraid of anything. Except maybe getting caught.

Word Count: ~3k

Tags/Warnings: mature content (minors dni), skinny-dipping, pwp, established relationship, they’re both brats your honor

Author’s Note: @chanis-banani eat my ass <3

You’d never admit it, especially not to him, but Han Seungwoo deserves full marks for this date.

He sent you a link this afternoon to a restaurant for a type of food you’d never tried before, stating a time later that night and “be there”. You responded with the middle finger emoji for the bossiness, to which he replied “they’ve got your favorite whiskey and I just got paid, so it’s on me”. You immediately replied with the halo emoji, then “yes sir” and a wink. He said “thought so, little brat” and indulged your ensuing indignance.

Ghanaian food, it turns out, is absolutely delicious. You’re not sure why they have your whiskey there, since it isn’t Ghanaian, but maybe it’s just that the restaurant is local. One of the guys from Seungwoo’s pickup footie team comes out from the kitchen to say hey and offers you both another round on him, so you’re pleasantly buzzed by the time the two of you exit into the warm evening.

You love the way urban places are at night, and you think Seungwoo must know it. You love the way the temperature mellows, the way all the street lamps and storefront signs create a comforting glow in the dark. People are still out, but with less of a hurry or end goal, enjoying the same thing you are.

Seungwoo ends up guiding you both to the waterfront to meander along the boardwalk. Things are alive out here, hopping with snack vendors and entertainers and game booths. Seungwoo offers to try and win you a prize at a game, something he knows you’ll roll your eyes at him for (when has he ever been known for gentlemanly chivalry?) and he laughs when you do just that.

You do indulge in a fortune teller together, just for kicks and giggles, and the woman reads your palms. You’re pretty sure she’s besotted with Seungwoo, because she says something generic about you and then says, “careful with this one. He’s trouble. The good kind” about Seungwoo, with a wink.

You cross your eyes at him when he waggles his eyebrows at you.

He catches you staring out at the water a few times before taking your hand and suggesting you both go down to the shoreline. You both step over a low-hanging chain holding a “Closed: No Visitors Allowed” sign on it and ditch your socks and shoes nearby, wandering barefoot in the sand.

Your whiskey buzz from before has worn off, but the warmth of it has lingered in your blood, kept everything around you lovely. Even Seungwoo. You find yourself staring at him as he scours the shoreline for skipping rocks. The reflection of the moon on the water lighting his face, the breeze off the water ruffling his hair, gives him an unfairly ethereal aura. Unfair because his demeanor is never, ever ethereal; why should he get to look the part?

He tries to teach you how to skip rocks, finding more underneath a large, empty fishing pier farther down the shoreline. You learn to copy his stance and the flick of his wrist perfectly, but nothing ever skips. You don’t like him besting you in things, so to distract him you grab the hem of your shirt and peel it up and over your head.

Seungwoo’s eyebrows shoot up into his hairline.

“Is it my birthday?” He teases, gaze trailing over your newly exposed skin.

You roll your eyes and try to ignore the way his gaze makes your skin feel hot. You feign nonchalance as you half-fold your shirt and set it aside to reach behind you and unclasp your bra. “I want to go skinny-dipping.”

“What, here? Now?” He glances up and down the shoreline, then above your heads at the silent fishing pier above you.

You smile and turn your back to him teasingly, nudging your bra straps off your shoulders and removing it. “Why not? Too scared to join me?”

“Could get caught.”

You grin at him over your shoulder. “Isn’t that part of the fun?”

“Your definition of fun is interesting,” he says, but he’s grinning, too.

You turn back to your task and laugh when you hear the rustle of his own clothing.

He’s done faster than you, not bothering to be neat and leaving his clothes haphazard on the sand. You turn and watch him wade into the water as you finish folding your jeans, silently admiring his back muscles and what little ass he has to speak of while he can’t see you doing it.

He turns back in waist-deep water when you start wading in after him. He watches you with lazy heat, gaze trickling down your body from head to toe with unashamed lust.

You keep wading and fold your arms across your chest, fully aware it makes your tits look good and pretending you have no idea. “Staring is rude.”

“Uh huh,” he says absently, staring anyway. You can feel his gaze like a hand on your skin, especially when he lingers below your navel.

You kick at the water and splash him. He coughs in surprise, hands lifting and wiping the water from his face up into his hair.

“Perv,” you say lightly, smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

His grin is wolfish when you come to a stop in front of him.

“It was your idea to swim naked in public and I’m the perv?”

He makes a compelling argument, but you’ll never admit it, so you splash him again.

He laughs and reaches out lightning-fast to catch your wrist before you can splash him a third time, grinning when your attempts to pull it free go in vain.

“Easy, little firecracker,” he murmurs, wading backwards into deeper water, pulling you with him.

You splash him with your free hand, and he grins and ducks fully underwater, letting go of you entirely. A moment later, you shriek as a hand on your ankle yanks you under, too.

You emerge, spluttering, a few seconds later to a grinning Seungwoo, rivulets of water flowing from his hair.

“Not fair,” you protest.

“Cry about it,” he suggests, biting his lip and splashing you full in the face before diving away.

You give chase, the two of you splashing and giggling and swimming farther out underneath the pier. You end up piggybacking him when the water becomes too deep for you to stand upright, and his hands settle under your knees, thumbs rubbing little circles into your skin.

You hook your ankles together around his front, and they brush faintly against a little thatch of hair low on his belly, and a smooth hardness.

You grin and hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Isn’t the fear of getting caught being publicly indecent supposed to kill libido?”

He sighs as you begin sucking a mark into his skin.

“Tell that to the body part of yours radiating a thousand degrees against my tailbone right now,” he says.

He makes another compelling argument, but you once again don’t want to admit it, so you suck a little harder at the spot on his neck.

He manhandles you around before you can protest until you’re piggybacking him from the front. Even in the dark beneath the pier, you can make out the smile on his face, one that feels especially fond. You love it, and it also makes some feeling in your chest squirm a little, so you lean in and kiss him before you have to think much about it, before he can say something dumb and ruin it.

He sighs and runs his hands up your thighs and hips, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you firmly against him. It’s different to kiss him like this, your mouths slick from swimming, naked bodies weightless and brushing into each other with the gentle swell of the water. You could easily get addicted to it. He’s an infuriatingly good kisser, as always, no other way to describe it but as somehow kissing you with his whole body. Every inch of him is into you, invested in the teasing, openmouthed kisses he’s engulfing you in, and maybe you were thinking of getting him to do exactly this, and that’s why you’re hot and bothered.

You get so lost in the building heat of kissing him that you make a noise of surprise when your back bumps up against something. Seungwoo only kisses you harder, one hand leaving your back to brace against whatever you’re leaning against—one of the posts holding up the pier, you realize—and the other guiding you closer to him. He grinds his hips into the scorching warmth of yours, unhurried, the water making the glide smooth. You both groan into one another’s mouths at the feeling. Your fingernails instinctively dig into his shoulders, both for purchase and in appreciation for the slow, hard way he’s grinding just right along your clit.

His mouth leaves yours and begins sucking a path of leisurely, biting kisses along your jawline. One of his hands weaves into your hair, angling your head so he can continue trailing the wet kisses down your neck. You can hear the swell of your racing pulse in your ears, the way each breath you take comes a little quicker, a little shallower. Lust shimmers under your skin, lighting up under his other hand, now coasting stealthily down the front of your body.

You moan and thump your head back against the post when he cups you firmly between your legs. Fuck, you need this. He lifts his head and covers your mouth with his again, kissing the breath out of you until your head is spinning and your body is aching for more of him. His pace is still deliberate and measured, fingertips massaging slowly up and down the swollen, parted opening of your body. You wriggle your hips, working to get him to touch the places that yearn to be petted most.

His hand tightens in your hair, securing you in place. You feel him smile into your mouth before he nips at your lower lip.

“Be good and hold still,” he murmurs, lips trailing along the water-slick curve of your jaw and brushing over your ear, “or I’ll make you wait longer to get what you need.”

Ugh. You huff out an exasperated breath. He always does this, always ruins a perfectly nice thing by challenging you to “be good” in some annoyingly pliant way. Be good, hah. What if he just gave you what you wanted when you wanted it, for a change? Would it injure his ego that much?

You grin and squirm in his hold, trying to snap your legs shut, but he’s right between them and won’t budge. Determined now, you keep fidgeting against him, trying to get away, fighting not to give him the satisfaction of teasing you. He lets go of your hair and grabs at your hip, trying to keep you in place, but the slippery nature of being submerged in water works against him and you slip free. You dive aside with a laugh, Seungwoo hot on your tail.

The two of you wrestle with one another, the water thrashing into choppy, bubbly little waves around you. Your mistake is letting him corral you into deeper water, where you don’t have the leverage of the ground. After another brief struggle, Seungwoo succeeds in pinning your arms immobile behind you, your back to his front. You strain your legs for the ground, pointing your toes and slicing them through the water below for purchase, but you can’t find it. In the end, you have to settle your feet against his shins just to keep your chin above the water.

Seungwoo is panting hard but grinning in triumph against your temple. He tsks at you.

“All that just for wanting to give you a nicer orgasm,” he says. “Amazing we didn’t attract any attention.”

Your body betrays you, thrilling back to life when his hand not securing you in place slides down your front again.

You gasp wildly, nearly choking on the water around you, when his fingers part you with ease and two of them sink inside you all the way to the knuckle.

Seungwoo’s smirk drifts from your temple to the shell of your ear. “Better keep quiet or someone might hear.”

You open your mouth to tell him just what you’d make them hear, just as his fingers crook inside of you roughly, right into a spot so sensitive you can’t think straight. You make a choked, gurgling noise, panting and fighting to keep your wits about you as he keeps massaging his fingertips right into that spot.

He chuckles, sucking a kiss to your earlobe, before snapping his wrist and fucking his fingers into you sharply. You moan out, conflicted between the desire to ruin his plans and the desire for him, for this. You try experimentally to wriggle away from him, failing.

“Mmmm,” he coos, building a steady but harsh pace. “Can’t move. Can’t struggle. So good and obedient for me.”

Horny rage floods your mind at “obedient”. How dare he? You lift a foot away from his leg to kick him, but you only lose your balance and slip sideways. His hand stays exactly where it is, meaning you fall hard into the thrust of his fingers. A desperate moan punches out of your chest against your will.

He makes it worse and grinds his palm hard into your clit, sparks of pleasure threatening to weaken your muscles.

“If you wanted it harder you could’ve asked,” Seungwoo purrs, and you can hear his grin.

“Oh f-fuck you—ah!”

You scramble to re-balance your feet against his shins as he picks up a harder pace. God. Fuck. Every rough thrust of his fingers is delicious, maddening. You can hear yourself laboring for breath over the gentle lap of the water, and then, worse—the distant murmur of voices.

Seungwoo finally releases your arms and covers your mouth, tilting your chin up an inch. You grasp up at his shoulders to keep yourself upright in the water as he takes another step deeper.

He presses your body firmly back against his, mouth at your ear again.

“Keep quiet unless you want them to hear how I make you come.”

And then he starts fingerfucking you harder than before. Your eyes roll back into your head; holy shit, that’s perfect, that’s so infuriatingly perfect. Fuck, it’s not fair. Footsteps continue closer from the shore end of the pier, and you bite down hard on your tongue to stifle all the pitiful noises you want to make. God, you want to be mad at him for this, but the threat of being discovered is only sending a spike of heat down your spine.

Seungwoo, for the brutal pace he’s setting, is keeping surprisingly quiet. Being further submerged in the water has kept any movement of his arm from making splashes. This hardly seems fair. Too easy for him. You let go of one of his shoulders and fumble behind you, down low on his torso, towards the solid protrusion pressed against your back.

You hear Seungwoo’s breath stutter as you wrap your hand around him and pump, attempting to keep pace with how his fingers are drilling into you. He thrusts sharply into that little sensitive patch inside of you in warning. You work desperately to keep pumping even as the pleasure fogs your mind. He startles you and bites down hard on your neck beneath your ear, muffling the quietest of moans into your skin.

The footsteps, as well as muffled voices, linger in place from down the pier. Your mind feels hazy, too many things to focus on at once—keeping yourself above water, keeping yourself quiet, despite your neck slowly bruising under Seungwoo’s mouth, your hand faltering over his cock, your intimate muscles gradually clamping into a vise around his unrelenting fingers. It’s so good, everything feels so good, he’s hitting the perfect spot over and over again just as rough as you like it, and fire is beginning to creep up the backs of your legs and into your stomach, euphoric heat stoking into a full flame, it’s perfect, just like that, right there—

You don’t realize he’s yanked his hand out from between your legs until it’s too late. You gape, entire body wracked with orgasmic shudders as you clamp down and down and down on nothing, nothing at all. Holy shit. Fuck. You gasp as quietly as you can for air, desire aching inside of you in unfulfilled disappointment. As the haze of lust slowly begins to dissipate, a whole different kind of fire begins to burn in your gut. Dipping your face down into the water, you scream in utter rage.

You feel Seungwoo smile against your neck.

The voices and the footsteps have retreated back down the pier and into the night. For a long moment, the two of you float there together, catching your breath.

Seungwoo speaks up first, letting go of you.

“Should’ve listened and let me give you the nice orgasm, huh?”

You turn to him, incredulous, and see the bastard grinning.

“I,” you say, with surprisingly even calmness, “am going to fucking kill you for that.”

The water is throwing little sparkles into his eyes, gleaming in amusement.

“Well…to kill me, you’d have to catch me first.”

And then his hands come down on your shoulders, dunking you beneath the surface.

In the tranquil quiet under the water, you take a moment to plot his demise. When your head breaks the surface again, he’s already swimming for shore. You give chase, and despite your righteous indignation at the ruined orgasm, you feel yourself grin.

As much as you hate to admit it…Han Seungwoo is knocking it out of the park with this date. And you’re going to make him pay for it.

#T H E A U D A C I T Y #I HAVE NEVER FELT THIS PERSONALLY ATTACKED IN MY LIFE #oh right that's because THIS ACTUALLY IS A PERSONAL ATTACK #this fic is so good I am crying actual tears #AND THE MOODBOARD PLEASE THE MOODBOARD- #and can we talk about the nickname “firecracker” #I'm fucking obsessed #BUT ALSO FURIOUS #N O T T O M E N T I O N T H E E N D I N G #and you even gave him a damn happy trail #CAN YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING #you will be hearing from my lawyer #and my therapist #even though I have neither of those. YET. #seungwoo smut #han seungwoo smut #seungwoo x reader #seungwoo fanfic #han seungwoo x reader #han seungwoo fanfic #seungwoo #victon #victon smut #victon fanfic #x1 smut #x1 fanfic #Spotify

[chanis-banani]

Help me decide!

I'm working on a little something, but I can't figure out who I want to write it about. So I'll just let you guys vote :) All I'll say is it will be 18+

#hope y'all like hide and seek #oops was that a spoiler #oh well #kpop smut

[chanis-banani]

Body shot from Jooeyon, from his collarbone and he giggles sooooo much and his hair is kinda in the way and it tickles🤭 -🎃

body shots with him will be a mess, but in the best way possible. he will giggle no matter if you take the shot from his collarbone or bellybutton, but oh god it will be so nice to do it from his collarbone as he has his hands on your waist. he will give you light pats as a sign to drink up, but then burst in the most addicting giggles making the alcohol spill down his body which will tempt you to lick it off… this will happen multiple times, because he just cannot stay still, and the fact he’s a bit tipsy from the shots he took from you before that isn’t helping either. at the end you will just pour the booze in his mouth and drink from there 🤤

#don't perceive me #favoritest puppy in the whole wide world #going through it with him lately

[chanis-banani]

To your Avalon

Note: gosh it's been a while since I've written anything and I missed working on all of my projects so much. I thought a lot about which idea I should continue writing on, and then I figured: what better way to come back to tumblr than by adding a new group to my list? Expect a lot more of The Boyz from me ;)

Synopsis: Juyeon had looked your way. And he was blushing. There had always been amazing chemistry between you, but tonight, both of you are ready to drive that cemistry to a whole new level. After escaping Eric's late New Year's Eve party, Juyeon can't wait to explore every part of you.

Genre: mostly fluff, followed by a tiny bit of sensual smut

Pairing: juyeon x afab reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: parties (ew), alcohol, a bit of oral (f receiving)

"Nobody needs to come along."

That's how it all escalated.

Barely thirty minutes ago, you had still been at the party, having a good time, dancing to mediocre music. Overall the party was a little boring, and there weren’t many people you knew, but it was fun enough.

One of the few familiar faces was Lee Juyeon, though to say that you were friends would be putting it strongly. You'd spoken to him before, about the weather, about music, about some people you both knew, your favorite food, his favorite color, and just once about the meaning of life. But all of these conversations had been short-lived and usually got interrupted by either one of you being called by a friend.

And yet, even though you merely knew him on this superficial level, something just felt right whenever you were able to talk with him. The way he would look at you every time you spoke, listening intently, like he truly enjoyed hearing you tell your life stories… Perhaps it was just delusion, but you could have sworn you’d seen that gaze of his dart towards your lips a few times.

It was probably delusion.

Today should have been like any other day. The party was hosted by Eric, to celebrate New Year’s Eve, even though it was about two weeks late for that. You stood in the kitchen with a friend and you were in the middle of laughing at one of their genius jokes when you noticed Juyeon’s figure from the corner of your eye. Immediately, you felt a heavy feeling in your stomach. He caught you laughing, how cliché! What if he was going to think you were just putting up a show to catch his attention?

With your smile now removed entirely from your heated face, you poured yourself a glass of champagne, and quickly reengaged in the conversation with your friend, who hadn’t noticed your brief moment of panic. Every now and then, you couldn’t help but take a quick look in Juyeon’s direction, just to see that he remained caught up in his conversation as well.

By the sixth time you peeked at him, you came to the shocking realization that he was looking right back at you. The moment couldn’t have lasted more than a millisecond, but it was enough. Too much even. Juyeon had looked your way. He had seemed thrilled at the eye contact, and even though he had turned his head away from you immediately, you hadn’t missed the deep red color that had appeared on his ears and cheeks.

Juyeon had looked your way. And he was blushing.

After this moment, you caught him taking little glances at you several more times. At first, it appeared to be almost accidental, but as time went on, you got a growing feeling that he was doing it on purpose. You decided that you’d had enough of this when he even threw you a little smirk. Not wanting him to see how worked up you got over him, you stopped looking in his direction and focused on your friend instead. Mostly.

A couple of minutes later, you found yourself all alone in the kitchen, after your friend had left to go to the bathroom. Trying not to act as mortified as you were, you focused on the bottle of champagne, as you were about to pour yourself a second glass. Right when you were about to tilt the bottle, you caught a familiar figure approaching you from the corner of your eye. Before you could even act at all, Juyeon’s large warm hand brushed against yours as he gently took the bottle from your hands.

“Allow me.”

The warmth, along with the playfulness in his voice made your cheeks burning hot all over again. With your eyes fully fixed on the way he poured the champagne into your glass, you tried to ignore the violent tornado that seemed to be ripping your stomach apart. You didn’t know what kind of “butterflies” other people felt in their bellies, but you were damn sure they had never laid eyes on Lee Juyeon.

“Did you know Hyunjae’s running an afterparty?” he asked while pouring himself a glass of champagne too. His eyes were creased in his usual, delightful smile, which was enough to completely distract you from any conversation points whatsoever. You took a subtle deep breath in order to snap out of it, but the sight of his lips…

“Here you go.” Juyeon handed your own glass back to you with that same dazzling smile and he carefully clinked his glass against yours as a matter of saying cheers. “Happy new year,” you joked, while returning the gesture to him. As you looked up at Juyeon - as one does when saying cheers - you caught a glimpse of your friend, who was making her way back from the bathroom. God, please not now. You finally had this boy all to yourself.

Your friend waved enthusiastically, and you gave them an awkward little wave in return. Juyeon turned his head to see what was going on, and when he looked your way again, his demeanor had changed a little. His body had tensed and the relaxed expression he wore on his face just before, now made way for a more nervous appearance. 

“Y/n…,” he uttered while putting his glass back on the counter, “Do you maybe want to get out of here?” 

He was so close to you now. You hadn’t even noticed how close he had gotten. The way he stood in front of you completely blocked your view from your friend, and part of you felt inexplicably grateful for this. His voice had sounded exhilarated, which made you all the more nervous. But at the same time… incredibly excited.

“Sure!” you said, while nodding perhaps a tad too enthusiastically, “is the afterparty just at Hyunjae’s place?” His eyebrow perked up at your question, which sent a slight tremble through your hand when you tried to take another sip from your champagne.

“Nobody needs to come along.”

The way he spoke was hushed, almost secretive. It had barely been more than a whisper, yet he had pronounced every word with so much clarity that there was no way to misunderstand what he had said.

“Every time I get to talk to you, we find ourselves caught in such crowded places. It’s hard to get to know you like this.”

You tried to avoid his gaze when you involuntarily felt how your lips curled into an awkward grin, and you nervously played around with the glass in your hands. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, and whether it was because of Juyeon or the champagne, a dizzy feeling began to rise. Or maybe it was because he stood close enough for you to have the smell of his cologne drowning out any other sensation for a second.

Juyeon broke the tension by taking a sip from his own glass, which made it a little easier for you to wrap your head around the situation. Maybe he just wanted to take you to the movies? … at 1 am? Please. Despite your immense nervousness to even be near him like this, there wasn’t a single cell in your body that made you doubt how much you wanted exactly the same thing he wanted - whatever that might be.

“Y/n!”

Shit. Your friend had almost made their way through the other partygoers and startled you and Juyeon out of this moment of anticipation. In coincidental unison, the two of you set your champagne glasses back on the counter, and Juyeon straightened his back. This was it. This was when each of you would say their goodbyes for the night, like any other time you’d ever managed to speak to each other for more than five minutes.

But Juyeon didn’t say goodbye. He didn’t say anything.

Instead, you felt how his fingers brushed softly against yours, as he reached out his hand to you. His palm pointed up, his fingers were in a relaxed, welcoming position. Inviting.

“Are we ready to risk it all?”

His voice sounded equally as inviting, and with that, like in some kind of trance, you felt your own hand holding on to Juyeon’s.

•.°○•☆.•♡•.☆•○°.•

The excited sound of your voices filled the apartment even before you entered, as Juyeon chuckled while you were fumbling around to find the right key. He was so close to you again. The little space that was left between the two of you only grew smaller and smaller and smaller. Now small enough to feel his breath on your cheek. His hand rested very lightly on your waist. The scent of his cologne intoxicated you even more. It took a lot of effort to keep your breathing at a regular pace, until you finally got the key and opened the door.

Unable to suppress your excitement, the two of you giggled as you entered the apartment and within seconds, Juyeon finally wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against him. He buried his face into your neck, his lips curled up from the excitement and satisfaction of finally having you all to himself, and he deeply inhaled your scent. Even through all the layers of clothes, you could feel his heart beating wildly in his chest, forming a drumming sensation against your own.

Both completely breathless, you took a moment to simply exist there. With your head snuggled against his shoulder, you relished in his company. Silently drinking in the experience of how he held you so tightly, how his muscles felt as they were wrapped around you like this, and how his hair tickled the side of your cheek. The room was now perfectly tranquil, the silence not even broken by your breathing, as both of you seemed too afraid to be woken from this everlasting dream. All there was, was the sound of your heartbeat, and muted traffic noise in the far distance.

And then another deep inhale from Juyeon. “You hug nicely,” he let out softly under his breath, before pulling away slightly to look at you. “You’re one to talk,” you muttered in response, delighted by the way his smile washed over his face again.

Acting completely on impulse at first, you pressed a kiss on his neck, right beside his jaw. You hadn’t thought much of it, but when you noticed the slight shudder that pulled through his body in response, you wanted to kiss his neck even more. So you did.

With every touch, the goosebumps on his skin got just a little more intense, and his fingers clenched themselves more tightly around your arm. 

Both of you were slightly pulled out of your trance when he suddenly let out a little moan, which he had tried to suppress, and you pulled away from his neck to look at him, only to be kissed almost immediately. Though the kiss may have been sudden, he was so gentle; only kissing your lips lightly, like he was waiting for some kind of response before venturing any further. And once you opened your mouth to let in his tongue, he didn’t waste a second to explore you more. 

Somewhat impatiently, he moved on from your mouth to your neck again. A lovely chill went through your body as he kissed his way from your jaw to your neck, treating every spot exactly like he had treated your mouth, and he moved further and further down. First to your shoulder, then to your chest and so on. He proceeded to kiss your body, only being separated from you by the clothes you were still wearing and he moved down and down to your upper belly, then your lower belly, and eventually he kneeled to kiss your hips.

With his fingers hooked on the rim of your trousers, he looked up at you with pleading eyes. “Is it okay if I…” he started, and before he could even finish his question, you were already desperately nodding yes at him.

A soft sigh of excitement escaped him and his fingers rushed to unbutton and unzip your jeans. In the blink of an eye, your trousers were hanging around your ankles and Juyeon’s fingers were running all over your bare skin, earning a little gasp from both of you. It felt like your head was spinning from the way his hands grabbed at you, the way his lips felt warm and lush on your inner thighs, and the way his teeth scraped at your skin ever so softly, yet hastily. He almost appeared like a fish out of water, the way he craved your body, and it seemed like he would surely choke if he didn’t get to touch you quickly.

With hasty movements, he tugged at your panties until they hung around your ankles, along with your jeans, and he brought one of his hands between your legs to reach his fingers between your folds.

The way he went about it was exhilarating and you fully wanted him to continue, yet maybe not at this pace. You took his hastiness as a compliment, knowing it meant nothing more than that he was excited to finally be doing this with you, but you wanted to slow things down a little just to catch this high.

Right when he was about to dive into you with his mouth, you brushed your fingers through his hair and softly said his name to him. This made him look up at you, the corners of his mouth still vaguely curled into a smile, and his eyes hopeful. “We can take our time,” you whispered to him softly.

His body relaxed at these words and the way you stroked your fingers through his hair, like he got so worked up in his own excitement, he had driven himself crazy, and your permission to take it slowly was enough to make him come to his senses again. His smile grew a little bigger on one side of his mouth, his eyes smiling along at you.

“Thank you,” he whispered.

As soon as he got rid of his jacket, his hands were already back on you again and he shifted you to the middle of the bed. He hooked his fingers under your shirt and you lifted your arms in the air so he could pull it over your head. Then he proceeded to take off his own shirt as well, while you unhooked your bra and tossed it away into the room.

He reached his face back between your legs, more slowly and more intentionally this time, and pressed a long, careful kiss on your clit. His big, strong hands held you tightly by one of your thighs to help you keep your balance, which was much needed. He reached forward with his eyes almost fully closed and an electrical sensation shot up your spine when you felt his upper lip on your clit, while his tongue slid up between your folds.

Before he would lick you any more, he pulled away again, rose to his feet, and gave you a soft kiss on your lips. Right when you were about to start complaining, you were suddenly lifted up and he placed you on the edge of your own bed. When he took a step back to crouch down and untie his shoelaces, you got the memo and you quickly began to take off your shoes as well and got rid of the jeans and panties that still hung around your ankles.

Finally serenity returned now that you were completely nude, no longer protected by the comfort of any piece of clothing whatsoever. The air felt cold against your bare skin, and this sensation was all too welcome after how heated you had gotten from Juyeon. Despite the darkness of the night, some light made its way into your room from the street lanterns outside and this was enough to admire Juyeon’s body. He was still in his pants, but that didn’t seem to concern him in the slightest. All of his attention was on you.

“Beautiful…” he muttered under his breath. The way he said it made it seem like it wasn’t supposed to be said out loud, and even in this dimly lit room you could see his ears getting red right after he said it.

Slowly and very gently now, he eased you on your back while getting on top of you, and he pressed a kiss on your collarbone. “Are you absolutely sure you feel comfortable with this?” he hummed softly while working his kisses up to your neck, creating goosebumps all over your skin. “Yes… Please…” you whine softly. You hadn’t even noticed how tightly you had been holding on to his arm until now.

He raised his head and brought his face close to yours, hovering directly above you with that same damn smile again. “And you’re really sure you won’t regret it later if we continue now?” His voice was so wonderful he made your head spin just by asking these questions.

“Absolutely sure,” you replied with even more determination now, and he pressed a satisfied little kiss on your lips, only to continue on down to your breast. You tensed when you felt how his lips cupped your nipple, and the feeling of his breath on your bare, sensitive skin sent a delightful shiver down your spine.

“And you’re not just saying this because you don’t dare to back out anymore?”

You immediately shook your head and squirmed a little when he dragged his tongue along your nipple. “Juyeon, I’ve been ready since before we left,” you say firmly while placing one hand on his head to stroke your fingers through his hair, “so please… Take me now.”

Finally satisfied, he pressed one final kiss on your breast before moving downward. You arched your back when he passed right past your sensitive area, and then his lips met your skin again on your inner thigh, all the way down by your knee. From there, he began to trail his kisses up, very slowly, taking his time with every single one, taking his time to drink in all of your little reactions, your scent, and the realization that this long-awaited moment was finally here. His kisses continued to trail upwards again until you could feel his breath on your vulva.

A strong shudder went through you as he took his time to tease you, continuing to press kisses on your thighs while being ever so close to the area you needed him the most. Your heart was racing and your entire body was covered in goosebumps from the sensation of his soft lips against your sensitive skin and the tickling of his hair. 

Finally, he pressed one last kiss on your thigh and you felt how he held his face right before your opening now, hearing him whisper softly:

“Take me to your Avalon…”

•.°○•☆.•♡•.☆•○°.•

End note: I'm a tease, I know. Maybe if you guys beg me enough, I might consider writing the rest of the smut scene, from start to finish if you know what I mean ;)

#happy juyeon day #hehehe #this is what happens when i try to write smut without plot for Juyeon my love #it becomes plot without smut oops #the boyz smut #the boyz imagines #the boyz x reader #the boyz scenarios #the boyz fanfic #juyeon smut #juyeon x reader #juyeon fanfic #lee juyeon smut #the boyz juyeon smut #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #the boyz fluff #kpop fluff #juyeon fluff

[chanis-banani]

holymotherofgodthisabsolutelyruinedme-

Just Barely

Pairing: Hongjoong x fem!Reader

Genre: smut

Kinktober Day 1 (yes I'm aware I'm already late): Toys

Warnings: sex toys (vibrator), semi-public sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, face fucking

Word Count: 1714

They say hindsight is always 20-20. But looking back at the events that led you here, you never could have predicted this.

The sweet bartender at your favorite bar never once gave off the vibes that he had a whole other side to his personality. Sure, you could’ve deduced as much from the tattoo sleeves decorating his arms. But still, he was always so cordial and hard-working. How were you supposed to know what he was really like?

It started with flirting. To your credit, you noticed fairly quickly how Hongjoong paid special attention to you. It was only your second time at the bar, but among all your friends, he seemed to sway towards you every few minutes.

Something about Hongjoong was magnetic. His dark eyes held depths within them, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it’d be like to dive deeper. His features were sharp, and his hands… Oh, his hands were beautiful. You thoroughly enjoyed watching him shake drinks, his laugh lighting up the room around him. And when his elegant fingers wrapped themselves around the glass as he poured in his creation, you couldn’t help the way your breath hitched in your throat.

“What can I get for ya, doll?” Hongjoong’s voice startled you out of your daze.

Flustered that the very man you were just about drooling over was now in front of you, you quickly ordered your usual cocktail, a mojito. With a wink and a, “Comin’ right up!” Hongjoong sauntered away to mix your drink and take other orders.

You wondered why the air felt so warm all of a sudden, and used the flimsy paper menu to fan yourself as discreetly as you could. Your friend noticed and asked, “You okay?” she asked.

You nodded emphatically. “Yep! Just got a little warm for a second!” you insisted.

She eyed you for a moment, then grinned. “Alright, thanks for recommending this place! It’s great,” she said, sipping her drink.

You smiled back. “Yeah, I like it here.”

“One mojito for the pretty lady in blue,” Hongjoong said, placing your drink down in front of you.

You flushed. He thought you were pretty? You could say the same about him!

“Thank you,” you said, quietly sipping the drink. It was the best mojito you’d ever had. You glanced up at Hongjoong, who was waiting patiently with a small smirk on his face.

“So?” he asked.

“It’s so good! You’re really good at this,” you complimented.

The smirk widened. “Thank you,” he said, winking again. “Only the best for my favorite customer.” And with that, he bounced away, his attention already on someone else.

Thoroughly flustered, you took another sip of your drink to chase the thoughts away. Only, your next discovery didn’t help.

Stuck to the bottom of the glass was a small piece of paper. On it, Hongjoong had written “I get off at 11”.

Your head darted up, meeting Hongjoong’s eye. He grinned at you as he rolled his sleeves up, exposing the tattoos decorating his arms. You swallowed as discreetly as you could when he shook the mixer, making eye contact with you the entire time.

Yeah, you were screwed.

How Hongjoong played it so cool the rest of the night, you’ll never know. All you know is every glance you way, every light brush of his fingers against yours when he had you a drink, felt like an electric shock through your body.

You could feel the desperate need for any sort of pressure between your thighs when he handed you a glass of beer, his favorite, he claimed with a dazzling smile. His hand brush yours, his eyes never leaving your face.

Squirming a little in your seat, you took a deep breath and downed a good third of your glass. Hongjoong laughed his twinkling laugh. “Careful, pretty. You’re going to get me excited before my shift’s up.”

You nearly choked on your beer.

Hongjoong laughed again. “Actually, I have one more break before I finish the night. Come here.” His voice dropped lower, a stern look in his eye letting you know this was a command, not a suggestion.

Instantly, your body reacted, sliding off the barstool and trotting after him to the back of the restaurant. Hongjoong strutted past everyone, none of the other staff having time to pay attention to him and his unusual guest.

He led you to the breakroom, which was miraculously empty.

Confused, you crossed the threshold, only to find the door slamming shut behind you, and Hongjoong’s lips crashing onto yours. A surprised gasp left your mouth, and Hongjoong took full advantage. His tongue explored your mouth, learning every last bit of its new territory.

A moan left your mouth when Hongjoong’s hands drifted underneath your shirt, lifting it just a little to finger the band of your pants. But instead of exploring further, Hongjoong drew back.

“Take them off,” he ordered, nodding at your pants. He pulled something from the bag to his left. You didn’t question him, eager to know what he was planning.

Your eagerness turned to horror when you realized he was holding a small device you recognized as a remote control vibrator.

“Put it in,” he commanded again, handing you the little pink device.

“But-“ you started.

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “Now.”

His voice grew deeper, and you found yourself fumbling with the zipper on your jeans. Thoroughly red in the face, you slowly slid your pants down and stuck your hand into your underwear. You were to slick, the vibrator slipped right in, resting right over your clit.

“Fucking tease,” Hongjoong muttered when you didn’t take your underwear off and hurriedly pulled your pants back up.

Blushing, you fumbled with the button on your pants. Hongjoong’s tone was teasing, and you couldn’t deny that it turned you on so incredibly much.

You nearly cried out when the vibrator suddenly buzzed to life. Your head jerked up to meet Hongjoong’s eyes, a smirk on his face and the controller in his hands.

“This game we’re about to play has rules, sweetheart,” he said. “I get off work in two hours. The bar closes then too, so I have to clean up. If you can make it without cumming during that time, I’ll reward you.”

“Reward?” you managed to gasp out, the buzzer increasing in strength.

“Do what I say, and you’ll get to have it, babe,” Hongjoong stroked your cheek with his hand, grinning when he felt you already trembling beneath him.

He left the break room, and the buzzing stopped. You nearly collapsed to the floor. This wasn’t gonna be easy…

—

And easy it was not.

Hongjoong was cruel. He brought you to brink of orgasm, watching as your eyebrows knitted together and your hand holding your glass shook, only to then stop the vibrator altogether.

Every time it stopped, you involuntarily twitched in your seat, causing several well-meaning customers seated next to you to ask if you were okay. Nodding and doing your best to smile cheerfully, you lied, “Yep! Just a weird shiver, you know how it is.”

And they would laugh along with you, unknowing of the torture you were undergoing.

—

To your shock, you made it to closing. Barely.

And to your dismay, your little challenge got a whole lot harder after Hongjoong volunteered to finish closing up for everyone. A couple of the employees winked at you on their way out, but you chose to ignore them.

When the door closed, the vibrator sprang to life, immediately jumping up three settings. You gasped, finally allowed to make a little more noise with the restaurant empty. Hongjoong went about his business, putting things away and wiping down the bar.

Every time you made a little noise, he’d silently crank the vibrator up a notch until you were shaking under the highest setting. Your clit was throbbing, you legs were shaking, and without warning you came. Hard.

With a little shriek, you came onto the barstool, and the vibrator abruptly stopped. Head swimming, you startled when Hongjoong’s beautiful hand lifted up your head.

“And you were so close to winning too,” he chastised.

Tears sprang to your eyes unbidden. “I- no, I mean, I’m sorry-“ you tried to speak, still reeling from your sudden orgasm.

“Take your clothes off,” Hongjoong ordered, his eyes dark.

You scrambled to your feet, pulling your shirt over your head with a blush. When you took your pants off, Hongjoong grew impatient, lifting you up over his shoulder and bringing you behind the bar. He set you down on the bar counter, ripping your panties off you.

He knelt down in between your thighs, slowly pulling the vibrator out of you. He licked your juices off the little silicone toy. You watched, mouth hanging open a little as he swirled his tongue over the toy, wishing with every fiber of your being that he was doing that to you.

Hongjoong undid his pants, slowly freeing his hardened cock. You licked your lips. Hongjoong laughed. “Careful, sweetie, your lips will get chapped,” he said with mock worry.

You flushed. Hongjoong grinned and positioned himself up against you and thrusting in without much fanfare. You gasped, the stretch of him filling you up startling but delicious.

And Hongjoong began to pump, faster and faster, his cock hitting that sweet spot just right every time. Your little whines and moans began to increase in volume, Hongjoong’s pace never slowing down.

And just as you were teetering over the edge, so blissfully close to the knot in your stomach coming undone, Hongjoong pulled out.

Your head jerked up, a whine tearing from your throat.

But Hongjoong had no time for your complaints. “On your knees,” he ordered.

You hurriedly clambered off the counter and onto your knees, giving Hongjoong the sweetest look you could muster as you took his dick into your mouth. Hongjoong just laughed.

You gagged as he thrust forward, fucking into your throat mercilessly. Tears trailed down your cheeks, but you held firm, letting him facefuck you until he was cumming down your throat.

You swallowed his cum, wiping your tears. You looked up only to see Hongjoong zipping his pants back up. He winked at you.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

#rae when i catch you rae #ateez smut #hongjoong smut #smut recommendation

[chanis-banani]

I'm alive :)

I just wanted to let y’all know I haven’t abandoned this blog. It’s extremely difficult to combine writing with uni, so I don’t expect to upload anything anytime soon BUT that doesn’t mean I’m not working on any projects right now. It might take a long time, but more fics are coming.

#also I might make some changes in the list of artists I write for #thinking about adding one group in particular... #update

[chanis-banani]

Note:  hey @funkywinkyboy do you remember that Lullaby concept I was gonna use for you-know-what-week? Well, I kind of wrote it for your birthday instead… oopsie 😇 

Synopsis:  It was the first time you and Seungyoun had gotten into an argument and all you want to do is remind him how much you love him

Genre:  domestic, angst, emotional, fluff (happy ending)

Pairing: Seungyoun (woodz) x reader

Word Count:  2.9k

Warnings:  mentions of an argument, crying, I think that's it, but let me know if I missed anything

♡ fluff under the cut ♡

This morning you and Seungyoun had fought. You don't even remember what it was about, not that it really mattered anyway. You’d had a fight and you never fought.

Seungyoun had gone off to work that day feeling frustrated. In the late afternoon you got a text to have dinner and go to bed without him. He would be home late. But you couldn't do that. After your fight this morning, there was no way you could possibly sleep without seeing him first. You stayed up and waited for him, terrified he might be angry with you, or worse: he might be hurt. 

When he finally came home deep in the night, he was trembling. Why, you weren't sure. He clearly wasn't pleased to see that you were still up. Whether he was unhappy to see you at all, or just worried because you stayed up late for him, you weren't sure. You got the sense that he was angry. Or maybe you were just imagining it. You weren’t sure.

His hands trembled as he hung up his coat and when he turned back to you, his facial expression was stone cold. “You’re still up,” he said with a voice even colder. Behind his solid expression, you could see a glimpse of something else. He tried his best not to show it, to hide behind an emotionless, stone cold mask. But he couldn’t hide it from you, who loved him so dearly. Behind his cold facade, you could sense sadness, but not a trace of genuine resentment. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, but he didn’t seem to be angry with you.

Little cracks appeared in his mask and a very slight, almost invisible wrinkle at the eyebrow began to give his feelings away more clearly. He was aware of this and  immediately broke eye contact by going into the kitchen for a glass of water.

“Seungyoun…” you uttered softly while following him into the kitchen. He stood at the sink, with his back turned towards you. It was hard seeing him like this. You were exhausted from staying up past your usual bedtime, not to mention the toll it had taken on you to be so worried for him all day, or rather, for the two of you. You never fought. That thought had been going through your mind all day. You never fought. Until this morning.

You weren't even sure what the argument had been about. The memories had gotten hazy from the shock you felt upon realizing that you were having an argument at all. The only thing you distinctively remembered was how helpless you had felt and how clearly Seungyoun reflected that same sense of helplessness. Neither of you had known what to do. No matter how hard each of you had tried to de-escalate the situation, it only seemed to make things worse.

You would never forget how Seungyoun had looked before he had left to go to work. His entire body had been unbelievably tense and his usual little smile was nowhere to be found. That had without a doubt been the most unsettling part. To see Seungyoun without that little smile of his broke your heart into a million pieces. All you wanted was to take him in your arms and tell him how much you loved him. But you weren’t sure if he was in a place to hear that right now.

“Seungyoun,” you said again, with a slight crack in your voice as it got louder this time. You didn’t know what to tell him, but you had to say something. The silence was unbearable, the tension heavy on your shoulders. Both of you were clearly thinking and feeling a lot, but neither of you communicated any of it. Even if you didn't know what to say, you could call his name in hopes of starting a conversation.

He turned to you with tears in his eyes. Because he was still holding the glass of water, you could tell how badly his hands were trembling by the way the water shook and created tiny waves inside the glass.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he said with a shaky voice. He blinked several times in an attempt to blink the tears away, but this only caused a drop to run down his cheek and fall into the glass in his hand. He quickly put the glass away and you noticed he looked just as exhausted as you.

You hesitate to reply, not knowing how to adequately transfer your emotions into words. Maybe words wouldn't get you anywhere right now. You took a few steps in his direction, trying to ignore how his body tensed up as you got closer, and you took his right hand in yours. Gently, you turned his hand in such a way that the smiley tattoos on his wrist were clearly exposed for you and you softly stroked them with your thumb, letting it wander over the happy icon just a little longer.

Then you heard his voice again: "I love you." The way he said it was so full of shame, guilt and hopelessness, you couldn't bear to do anything other than wrap your arms around him and pull him into a hug. "Oh baby, I didn’t forget that," you cooed softly, "I love you too. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. It's okay Seungyoun, don't worry."

Even when he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist, his body remained stiff. "You shouldn't be so nice to me," he said weakly, "I fucked up. I was an asshole and I hurt you. You shouldn't be comforting me…"

You shook your head and pulled away from the hug to look him in the eyes. "Don't say that. We were both at fault. But it's okay now. We're okay."

He still avoided eye contact, looking down at the floor instead. "Seungyoun, look at me," you said with a tone that was compassionate rather than stern. You curled your finger under his chin and gently lifted his face a little bit, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the floor. When you called his name again, he finally looked you in the eyes and you showed him a warm smile. "We're okay. I love you too." You stroked both his cheeks while you said this and one corner of his mouth curled up into a very weak suggestion of a smile. A gesture so faint, it almost made you wonder whether you really were okay. 

Now that you had Seungyoun in your arms, he felt exactly the same as he had that morning. On the surface he looked angry, but you didn't have to look far to know that all he felt was worry and regret. And this time you wouldn't let him go. He was frozen in his own panic and you wouldn’t rest until you had completely thawed him out of it.

"Seungyoun it's okay. Arguments can happen."

Very little reaction, no conversation.

You pulled away from him to look him in the eyes and you could tell that he was pretty much spaced out, entangled in his inner monologue of worry and probably self-hatred. The trembling from his hands had spread through the rest of his body. You couldn't bear to see him like this.

"Come, let's sit down," you spoke softly while pulling him along to the couch. Seungyoun sat at a great distance from you, as far from you as the limited space on the couch allowed. Was he so disgusted with you he couldn't even sit next to you? Or was he just afraid he didn't have the right to sit close to you after what happened? Unsure again.

"I really need you to talk to me." You tried to sound as gentle and firm as possible at the same time. He looked up at you and made eye contact, but the thoughts behind his gaze were clearly somewhere completely different. 

"I don't know what to say…" The trembling from his hands had even spread to his voice.

You gave him a second, but he remained silent.

"Are you mad at me?" Even your voice was shaking now.

His eyes grew bigger when you said this. His gaze had been aimed back at the floor, but this question made him look at you again. This time, when your eyes met, there was real contact. Now all his attention was focused on you, instead of his inner worries. Finally. 

"No, not at all!" He sounded almost panicked.

"I'm not mad at you either," you said softly, your voice being more steady than before. "Can I sit closer to you?"

He nodded.

His gaze was aimed at the floor again, but not as absent-mindedly. It was more like he was nervous now? It was like he tried to make himself smaller, as if he wanted to curl into a ball and sink through the crust of the Earth to disappear.

You scooted over to him and sat right next to him, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. This seemed to make him relax a little bit.

“Seungyoun, it’s okay, I promise. I’m not mad at you. We’re okay.”

"Y/n-" with every attempt to speak to you, he just ended up choking on his words. It didn't look like he was going to form a coherent sentence anytime soon. But you could see the tiniest bit of relaxation when you touched him. Carefully, you rested your hand on his cheek and gave him a small, warm smile. "I know. It’s alright, you can relax. Is it okay if I stroke your hair?”

He nodded again. You stroked his cheek once, then brought your hand to the top of his head. You focused on stroking his hair, feeling it run through your fingers, noticing how he slowly relaxed a little bit more. It soothed you as well. Both of you began to feel more at ease, when you suddenly heard his voice again.

"I missed you…"

This made the tears well up in your eyes too, already running down your cheeks before you even realized you were crying. 

"Come here," you said. It came out as a cry and you pulled him against your chest, wrapping your arms around his neck and head. "I missed you too."

This time his body didn't relax under your touch. For a very brief moment, it became more tense than before, making him feel almost like a statue in your embrace. 

And then he let go. 

His body shocked and trembled as he cried, his tears quickly creating a wet spot on your t-shirt. It was impossible for you to hold back all of your tears, but you managed to keep yourself together by focusing on him instead. Rather than throwing it all out and crying hopelessly with him, you used all your energy and focus to care for him, holding him in your arms, stroking his hair and kissing his head. 

“All day I could only think of you,” he said, shattering your heart into a million pieces. “I hurt you. I made you cry. The thought of ever looking you in the eyes again terrified me so much I didn’t dare to come home. I wanted to wait until you were asleep...”

Now you were the one who was left speechless.

This man who meant so much to you, who had always been there for you, who had helped you through the darkest of times, comforted you when you needed it, had given you wings to fly into the world and develop yourself into a human being almost worthy of him, this man was crying in your arms. To return the favor, to comfort the person who had always been the one to give you strength, was gut wrenching, yet beautiful in a way.

Even though you had argued just that morning, you didn't care about apologies. In this moment, words didn't matter. They weren't needed. No words in the world could form as heartfelt of an apology as the tears that stained your shirt.

Carefully, you lifted his face so he looked up at you. Both of you had eyes red from crying, but you smiled at each other through the tears. He finally understood that things were okay.

You reached down a little and tenderly pressed your lips on his. The kiss was salty from  the tears, which weren't just tears of sadness anymore. They had become tears of relief and gratefulness. Both of you were grateful to be in each other's arms again. As you kissed him, the tension began to fade from his shoulders, but it wasn't enough.

While leaning back with your back against the arm rest, you pulled him on top of you so that he could rest his head on your chest. He seemed glad to be guided like this. You had one of your arms wrapped around him in such a way that you could stroke his hair again and you wanted to wrap your other arm around him too, but he pulled it towards him instead, so he could take your hand in his own. There was still a slight trembling in his fingers, but it was starting to fade.

He nestled his head further into your chest, cuddling up against you until he was as cozy as he could, considering the amount of stress that was still in his body. You swore you could hear a relieved little sigh when he finally found a position that was comfortable. His fingers slowly traced along yours as he played with your hand. He stroked your knuckles and your palm, letting his fingers run along the lines in your hand. Eventually he settled by wrapping his hand around your pointer finger and holding it there, only moving to press a kiss on the back of your hand. He seemed content.

Quietly you lay there. Quietly, Quietly. It would be alright.

You wanted to sing a lullaby.

While softly stroking your fingers through Seungyoun’s hair with your free hand, you began to sing. Very softly, you hummed the first song that came to mind, his song. Lullaby.

He looked up at you for a moment, his eyes still watery from crying. Or maybe new tears had sprung to his eyes, you weren’t sure. But the smile he showed you was warm and filled with love. It encouraged you to continue.

Softly, you hummed along, too nervous to outright sing to him, and he nestled his head back into your chest, closing his eyes in satisfaction. After you hummed the first verse, you fell silent. Had Seungyoun’s breathing gotten deeper? He couldn’t have fallen asleep, because he was playing with your hand again. But he did seem calmer.

“I want to hear your voice again,” he uttered softly. Instead of playing with your hand, he was now holding it and giving it an encouraging little squeeze. “Will you sing a little more? For me?”

Your cheeks flushed instantly and you felt incredibly shy all of a sudden. But at the same time, you wanted nothing more than for him to finally loosen up entirely and let go of all the stress he had built up throughout the day.

You felt so conflicted, you didn’t know what to do. Until he began to sing to you. He continued where you left off, softly singing the pre chorus of his own song. Even though the song itself was sad, the way he sang it to you was warm and soothing. Carefully, you began to sing along.

As you sang together, you felt harmonized with him again, and not just your voices. The fight from that morning didn’t matter and even the memories of it began to fade. You got so caught up in the song that you were barely aware of how his voice became quieter and quieter until he fell silent completely, allowing him to fully listen to you, bathing in it. 

Now that he got you to sing to him, he finally relaxed fully in your arms. His shoulders lost their tension, his eyebrows became unfurrowed and his breathing grew slow and steady. You looked at him with all the love and admiration in the world, feeling delighted to see that familiar little smile on his lips again.

You sang to him for God knows how long, not stopping until you realized his breathing had gotten so slow, he must have been asleep. He has listened to you while he was dozing off and even when he was on the verge of falling asleep completely, he had tried to listen as best he could. Now that he was out like a light, his fingers remained entangled with yours, and that smile never disappeared from his lips.

In a way, you were grateful for the fight you had that morning.

For a while, you continued to admire the smile on Seungyoun’s lips. It warmed your heart to see him finally at ease again, and even more so to realize how much he trusted you. You continued to look at his smile, even when your own eyelids grew unbearably heavy. Very lightly, you stroked his hair a few more times, before succumbing to the slumber.

Quietly, quietly.

#woodz #woodz fluff #cho seungyoun fluff #woodz fanfic #cho seungyoun fanfic #seungyoun fluff #seungyoun fanfic #woodz scenario #cho seungyoun scenario #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff

[chanis-banani]

Requests Closed !!!

Hi guys, I've been thinking about this for a while now and I've decided to close my requests. This is for one simple reason: I already have too many ideas of my own.

Right now, I have a list of about 40 specific concepts, including 2 pretty big projects that I am so incredibly excited to work on.

I hope you guys understand and thank you for sticking around. Expect many more fics from me in the future~

#update

[chanis-banani]

Can I rub your belly?

Note: listen, I don’t know what came over me with this one (obviously I am on my period rn)

Synopsis: You wake up to find that your period has started and Theo makes sure to spoil you

Genre: domestic, kinda sensual?, mostly fluff but like suggestive-ish

Pairing: Theo x afab reader (no pronouns are mentioned)

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: menstruation, mentions of blood, Theo touches the reader’s belly, ear-nibbling?

♡☆ suggestive fluff under the cut ☆♡

It was a beautiful morning. The sun was shining through the windows, the birds were singing, the weather outside was perfect. But for you, the morning was already off to a bad start. You woke up before your alarm even went off. As soon as you woke up, you could feel the cramps, those very specific ones that could only mean one thing. Once you went to the toilet and discovered that your underwear was drenched in blood, your fears were confirmed. Luckily, by some kind of miracle, no blood had spilled onto the sheets. At least there was that.

After using the restroom and cleaning yourself up, you made your way back to the bed, where Theo was still sleeping. You tried to get back under the sheets as carefully as you could, but still you immediately felt how his arms wrapped themselves around your waist. You were pulled with your back against his chest and he let out a satisfied little sigh while he snuggled his face into the back of your neck. 

"Good morning" he mumbled, a hint of mischievousness in his voice. His lips pressed softly against the back of your neck, dragging slow, wet kisses along your skin. The sensation made you feel warm and loved, but you couldn’t help but feel a little uncomfortable, since being on your period was… well, intrinsically uncomfortable. 

You felt the tips of his fingers stroke your upper leg, around your knee, slowly moving up and more inward. In some kind of reflex, you placed your hand on his to put his caresses to a stop. “Hm?” his voice sounded from behind you, his lips still lightly touching your neck.

“I just got my period,” you said weakly, feeling almost a little humiliated. “Oh baby…” he muttered, pressing another kiss on your neck. His voice was filled with warmth and empathy. He pulled his hand away from your thigh and brought it to your lower belly instead, cupping it ever so lightly. The gentle warmth of his hand spread throughout your belly, bringing with it a relaxing feeling. It didn’t make your cramps disappear, but it helped to shift the attention to his warmth instead.

“How are you feeling? Does it hurt a lot today?” You shrugged a little in response and nestled yourself more into his embrace. “It’s the same as always.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

For a second, you thought about his offer. You were relieved that his hand had shifted from your thigh to your belly and in all honesty, things were perfect this way. Just laying in his arms without having to do anything was exactly what you needed, and his caresses made it even better. “I think I’d like it if we just cuddle like this for a while. We both have to get up soon. I just want to savor the moment…”

He hummed softly in response, with a tone of agreement and he placed another kiss on the back of your neck. This drowsy way of cuddling caused your eyelids to slowly become heavier again. You could feel the sleepiness kicking back in, even though you tried your best to fight it. And right when you were almost about to give in, Theo’s voice jolted you awake again. He spoke in a hushed voice, almost a whisper.

“Can I rub your belly?”

Suddenly becoming very aware of his hand on your lower abdomen again, you imagined how relaxing it could be if his hand wasn’t just cupping it and you nodded a little shyly.” I would like that…”

With very delicate motions, he began to stroke your belly. He was clearly aware of the possibility of worsening your cramps if he did it too roughly. His touch was so light you almost struggled to feel it. The way he rubbed your belly over the fabric of your pajamas was not only relaxing, but also made you feel treasured and protected. He was so careful with you, just aching to comfort and soothe you.

Carefully, he slipped his hand under your pajamas so he could touch you skin to skin. His fingers wandered tenderly over your bare tummy, leaving traces of warmth all over.

“How does it feel?” he asked softly, his lips a little closer to your ear than you remembered. “Good-” you reply. It came out as a little sigh. Good was an understatement. If anything, it felt incredible, a little breathtaking even. 

Goosebumps appeared all over your neck when you felt his lips on your earlobe. He hummed approvingly while he nipped at the velvety skin, clearly happy to please you in this way. With your eyes closed in pleasure, you stretched your neck a little so his lips could reach your ear better. 

Just when you snuggled up more comfortably against him, you were both jolted back to your senses by the sound of your alarm. It was time to get up. With a loud, irritated groan, you hit the top of your alarm clock to get it to shut up and you disentangled yourself from Theo’s arms. As you went into the bathroom to get some painkillers to take with you to get you through the day, you wondered who was more disappointed about your schedule.

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While you went about your day, you were tired and experienced cramps despite the painkillers, making you ache for those cuddles and belly rubs again. All you could think about was the way Theo had cared for you that morning and frankly, it was the only thing that even got you through those long hours.

When you came home after your schedule that day, you found Theo on the couch with the TV on. The screen didn’t display any series like you expected, but the menu screen of your favorite movie. He was wearing a large, cozy hoodie and there was a blanket spread out next to him on the couch, ready for you to snuggle up under. When he saw the astounded look on your face, he laughed a little and spread his arms at you. “Come here! I wasn’t done cuddling with you!”

#p1harmony fluff #p1harmony x reader #p1h scenarios #p1harmony scenarios #p1harmony theo fluff #choi taeyang #choi taeyang fluff #choi taeyang scenarios #p1h theo fluff #kpop writing #kpop fanfic #kpop fanfiction #kpop fluff

[chanis-banani]

[Stargazing] - idk it's 5 am and I thought of this

Intak looks at you with big, happy eyes. He didn't get the joke you just told him, but that doesn't stop him from feeling delighted to be around you. You're laying next to each other in the grass, the idea being to look at the stars together. In reality however, you just can't stop yourself from gazing at each other. Tonight, the sky is clearer than it's ever been before, allowing tons of shooting stars to be clearly visible. But neither of you have spotted any of them yet. All you've been spotting is each other's beauty. Such clear skies don't just allow for shooting stars to be visible, but also the contours of Intak's beautiful features. Even though you were the one who wanted to go stargazing, you are now completely mesmerized by the boy next to you. It's impossible not to be distracted by the way his wonderful round eyes reflect the stars in the sky. Your gaze wanders down to his lips, noticing the corners of his mouth, which are curled up into a tiny smile, as always. While you're distracted by his pretty features, Intak reaches down to take your hand in his and he intertwines his fingers with yours. "You look so pretty," he murmurs softly while bringing the back of your hand to his lips to press a kiss on it. A soft breeze sends a brief shiver down your spine and you smile warmly at Intak. "Look who's talking." Your comment puts a proud little smirk on Intak's lips and he kisses your hand again. "If I see a shooting star," he says softly, with his lips still lightly touching your hand, "I'll wish that I get to see your beauty every single day for the rest of my life."

#p1harmony #p1harmony scenarios #hwang intak #hwang intak fluff #p1harmony intak fluff #p1h fluff #p1h scenarios #kpop fluff #p1harmony fluff

[chanis-banani]

Hellooo, could I request making out with SF9 when you get a sec? Thanks

Note: I wasn't sure which format to go with for this request and I've been sitting on it for a while. Eventually I decided to go with headcanons for different kisses for each member. I hope you like it! :) Note 2: Thank you @lost-inthedream for helping me brainstorm

Genre: suggestive - minors dni!

Contains: marking, wall-pushing, teasing, gentle biting

Youngbin - hungry kisses

There's something about his kisses, a certain kind of despair, as if he needs your touch to survive

This man is such a hungry kisser. He just wants to eat you up. He will lay his hand in the back of your neck and wrap his remaining arm tightly around you, almost like a snake

Once you start making out, you can never give him enough. He's always so hungry for more. It's almost like you're his oxygen and when you pull away he nearly struggles to breathe

Sometimes he'll lay down on his back and pull you on top of him so he can hold you tightly against his chest while you make out

This position also allows him to stroke his fingers through your hair and rub circles on your back

The way he kisses you is almost like he's giving you a taste of something more... Like he's hinting to other things he could do with his mouth

Inseong - spontaneous kisses

He likes to leave little pecks on your lips and cheeks out of nowhere

Very gentle with you. Most of the time his kisses will be rather soft and cute

Will tenderly cup your face and stroke your cheeks with his thumbs when he kisses you

When you're doing simple stuff together, like putting the groceries away, he will often distract you with a short, sweet kiss on the lips or forehead

Also leaves a lot of kisses on the back of your neck and top of your head every time he walks by

And when you stay over for the night, be prepared to be woken up with more of his cute kisses

He usually gives you quick little pecks, so sometimes after he kisses you, you have to pull him back to get more

But he also shows a bit of a cocky attitude at times, making cheesy remarks in between kisses

Jaeyoon - playful kisses

Such a tease in everything he does

He will hold you tightly against him, kissing you with an almost overwhelming passion

And then, just when you're getting completely into it, he pulls away with a big smirk on his lips, knowing how needy you can get when he interrupts you like this

He likes to see how your lips become red and swollen when he kisses them

He loves nothing more than to see your reaction to the things he does to you

Will definitely place his leg between yours and use it to apply some pressure to your sensitive area

Wants to make you squirm and ask for more and he won't be satisfied until you're nearly trembling in his arms

If for whatever reason, you'd want to rile him up even more, you have to say little praises against his lips

Dawon - sloppy kisses

A very horny kisser. Even the slightest peck on the lips can sometimes be enough to make him hard. Let alone having a full-on makeout session with tongue.

Even if the kiss starts out nice and gentle, he gets carried away so easily

He'll place his hands on your cheeks or neck to pull you close while he makes out with you, pulling you in for an even deeper kiss

Doesn't mind at all if things get a little sloppy. In fact, he likes it that way and might just make a mess on purpose

Like when you pull away from each other and he looks at your lips to see that they are glistening from his saliva

Even if it's a little filthy, it just makes him so so hungry for more...

And to make things even worse, he has the terrible tendency to grind against you every time you make out

Needless to say, almost every time you kiss him, it quickly escalates

Zuho - dangerous kisses

Making out with Zuho can be a dangerous game. He doesn't need much provocation to push you against a wall.

Don't even think about biting his lip unless you enjoy having a hand on your throat

Seriously, it's very dangerous to mess with him. Every time you try anything to rile him up, no matter how small, he takes it as an opportunity to mess with you

After all, there's nothing he loves more than to tease you right back

He might refrain from kissing you completely, only to let his tongue travel along your neck instead while you entertain him with your squirming and whimpering

While Dawon tends to escalate into more than just making out, Zuho is an expert at making you want more, without giving it to you

Once he has you where he wants you, he's very patient

His kisses can be both a reward and a punishment

Rowoon - possessive kisses

When Rowoon kisses you, it's a bit like he's marking his territory

Because will quite literally mark your neck, for example

Definitely cups your face with his hands and pulls you tightly against him

Will engage in PDA with you, to show everyone how you're his. He won't go far with it, since he knows how to keep things classy, but little things like holding you by your waist and giving you little kisses on your cheeks

Also he finds it very cute when you have to stand on your toes to reach him for a kiss

Another thing he will do a lot is hold your chin to make you look at him. He won't do it roughly like Zuho, but rather tenderly, like he just wants to make eye contact with his special person~

One of his favorite things is to have brief makeout sessions in the car and watch you get out completely flustered

Taeyang - demanding kisses

Taeyang likes to toy with you

When he kisses you, he always makes you hungry for more, but you never know whether he might really give it to you

His kisses are demanding but not in a needy way. Rather in a way that makes you needy

He will bite your lip because he is Taeyang and he can do what he wants, and he follows it up by pulling away to see your reaction with a big grin on his lips

Runs his fingers along your waist to tease you and pull you closer to him

Basically Taeyang's kisses are almost always a way of challenging you, riling you up. He wants to activate you to do more with him without giving you any guarantee there will be more

Sometimes he'll stop mid-kiss to look at you and observe you for a bit. If your expression is desperate enough, he'll be satisfied and leave it at that, leaving you hungry for more

Hwiyoung - attempted careful kisses

He is kind of conflicted when he makes out with you. On one hand he wants to be careful and gentle, yet at the same time, he struggles to do that because he gets needy

Usually things will start slow and gentle

But he doesn't need much to lose himself in the pleasure. Small things like wrapping your arms around his waist can be enough

Or even worse: when you stroke your fingers through his hair

This will drive him crazy in an instant, leading him to lift you up and place you on some surface like a table or kitchen counter

He loves to let his fingers wander along your body, gently stroking your neck, shoulders, chest and sides

And if you whimper enough, he won't stop there (if you catch my drift)

It's interesting to see him switch from sweet and tender to needy and a little rough so quickly

And it's especially adorable when he switches back to his gentle self suddenly, placing the softest cutest kisses on your forehead

Chani - sleepy kisses

Chani feels so comfortable around you, he tends to get sleepy sometimes. He can let his guard down with you. But since he likes to spend time together, he tries his best not to fall asleep and that's how the makeout sessions often start

He presses his lips against yours to stay awake and soon you can feel his tongue

It doesn't take long for a full, lazy makeout session to unfold

You'll often be cuddled up in bed or on the couch together when suddenly you feel Chani's hand reaching out to your thigh. While he struggles to keep his eyes open, he reaches out to kiss you

Such a needy boy. He's very bad at hiding it when he's aroused. Not that he really tries to hide it anyway

He will interrupt the kisses to bring his mouth to your neck and lick from your collarbone up all the way behind your jaw

Feeling his nose agaisnt your skin when he kisses your neck

Maybe a bulge oops

#sf9 headcanons #sf9 scenarios #sf9 fluff #sf9 smut #youngbin headcanons #inseong headcanons #jaeyoon headcanons #dawon headcanons #zuho headcanons #rowoon headcanons #yoo taeyang headcanons #hwiyoung headcanons #chani headcanons

[chanis-banani]

Surprise?

Note: Happy birthday ranotinin- I mean- @seunghyubtual !!! Here's a little fluff I wrote for you ~~

Synopsis: Rano invites you to the dorm to surprise you with pancakes. The only problem is he doesn't have a clue what he's doing...

Genre: fluff

Pairing: Rano x gn reader (ft. Baekgyeul, Wonhyuk & Choi In)

Word Count: 1.3k

♡ fluff under the cut ♡

You take another look at Rano’s message while you wait for someone to open the door for you. “Come over. I have a surprise,” it said. Nothing else. When you asked him at what time you should come over and what in God’s name he was planning, there was no response. Not really in the mood to wait for him to reply, you decided to just go and see what was waiting for you.

The door to the dorm opens and you are greeted with Baekgyeul’s happy smile. “Y/n! It’s so good to see you again! Come in!” He opens the door fully and lets you inside, where Wonhyuk is stretched out on one of the couches, watching tv. “Hi y/n!” he says, but aside from that, he doesn’t pay too much attention to you. His eyes are completely stuck to the screen, which depicts ATEEZ performances.

“So where is Yongseop?” you ask Baekgyeul. A strange kind of smirk appears on Baekgyeul’s lips and he points his finger towards the kitchen. “I think he’s trying to cook…”

“Oh God,” you say and you slowly turn towards the kitchen to have a look at the damage. Rano stands at the counter, wearing an apron which is completely covered in flour. Not just his apron is covered with it, but also the counter, the dining table, the chairs and even in his long, blonde hair. “Y/n!” he says, while quickly turning his head to you, causing a little cloud of flour to fly into the air, “You’re early!”

You give him a confused look. “We never agreed on a specific time. How am I early?” “Oh… I replied to your messages in my head… Maybe I was too busy…” He gives you an apologetic look and you can’t help but laugh a little. He just looks too ridiculous for you to hold it in.

“What are you making anyway?” you ask while peeking into the big bowl on the counter, unable to make out what exactly is in it. Rano blushes a little and nervously scratches behind his ear, causing more flour to fall out of his hair. “I was trying to make pancakes for you, because you always make them for me, but I can’t seem to get the batter right…” You stir into the bowl a bit, closely inspecting the consistency. “Well, did you put any eggs in it?” He raises an eyebrow at you and shakes his head. “Are there… supposed to be eggs in there…?” “Yes baby, you need eggs if you want to make pancakes like mine.”

You stroke his flour-covered hair behind his ear and press a kiss on his forehead, when you are interrupted by Wonhyuk’s voice coming from the living area: “We’re out of eggs. Yejun ate the last ones this morning WITHOUT ASKING ME IF I WANTED ANY.” “Damn,” Rano murmurs, “I’ll text Choi In. He should be out for groceries now.”

Once the text is sent, he looks around the kitchen and sighs, making you laugh a little. “You really made a mess honey. But we have to wait for Choi In to get the eggs anyway, so I can help you clean in the meantime?” He looks at you with that apologetic expression again, but doesn’t protest. He can honestly use your help. You reach out and dust the remaining flour from his hair, onto the ground. The little particles cause you both to sneeze.

While you start cleaning the counter, Rano grabs the vacuum cleaner to get the flour from the floor and the table. As you clean, you try to convince him to let you help make the pancakes, since it will just become another disaster if he tries to do it all by himself again. It takes a lot of convincing and you are met with a lot of protest: “But I wanted to do something thoughtful for you!” Eventually, you manage to convince him, thanks to the argument that it’s a fun way to spend quality time together.

Once the kitchen is somewhat clean and usable again, you open the fridge to see if there are any toppings for the pancakes and find a bunch of strawberries. “Ohh these go well with pancakes! Do you have any nutella perhaps?” Rano nods and opens a cabinet to grab a jar of nutella for you. You start washing the strawberries so they have plenty of time to dry and while doing so, Rano steals one from you with a big grin on his face. “Say aaaahh!” “I’m trying to wash these strawberries baby…” “Come on, just say aaaahh! For me?” With a little sigh, you give in, feeling flustered while he feeds the fruit to you. 

“Ohh can I have one too?” Baekgyeul suddenly asks and he looks at you and Rano with puppy eyes. “Fine, but only take one. We still need to have enough to go with the pancakes,” Rano answers. Baekgyeul seems totally fine with this and he happily takes a strawberry from the strainer. Then you are interrupted again, by a more annoying voice this time. “What are you eating?” Wonhyuk asks and Rano sighs. “Just have one.” Wonhyuk smirks widely and reaches into the strainer, grabbing three whole strawberries and running back to the couch with them. “I knew he would do that…” Rano doesn’t even seem truly upset about it. Wonhyuk’s charm is too strong, so he can’t help but find it somewhat endearing. 

“Now you say aaahh,” you say with a big grin and a strawberry in your hand. You hoped you could get back at him for making you feel flustered this way, but Rano obliges happily, seeming excited even to be fed by you. As he chews on the fruit, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you against him with a happy smile. “For you, I’ll do anything,” he grins, his voice overflowing with love. Of course, this cute moment is ruined by Wonhyuk making puking sounds from the living room, his mouth still filled with strawberry.

A while later the door to the dorm opens and Choi In comes home with the groceries. “Hi y/n!” he says happily, but his smile quickly disappears when he notices that Rano is wearing his apron. “Oh God, don’t tell me he is trying to cook! Did he burn anything? Please tell me he didn’t break down the whole kitchen!”

Rano gives him an agitated look while you laugh at Choi In’s very valid concerns. “No, don’t worry! As you can see, the kitchen is very clean and nothing broke. He just forgot he needed eggs, is all.” Baekgyeul looks at you from across the room with a devious grin, like he’s about to tell Choi In what a mess the kitchen was before he came home, but you quickly make a signal to him like you’ll kill him if he dares to say anything. Choi In doesn’t even seem to notice as he is too busy unpacking the groceries.

“You know I was already standing in line at the register when I got your text?” he murmurs while he puts the groceries away, leaving the eggs on the dining table. “I am just such a sweet person for getting these for you. Whatever it is you’re making, I deserve to have some as well. Y/n, would you keep a close eye on him while he is in my kitchen?”

You nod at him and giggle. “Will do. And we’ll make plenty of pancakes to share.” Choi In seems satisfied with your answer and he also snatches a strawberry from the strainer. “Good, just call me if you need any help.”

#sorry for the wonhyuk slander #i promise i love him #e'last fluff #e'last rano fluff #e'last fanfiction #e'last scenarios #byun yongseop fluff #byun yongseop fanfiction #byun yongseop scenarios #e'last

[chanis-banani]

So what if I just wrote 2.1k words of literal cocksucking for Byeongkwan's birthday and posted it at 5:30 am

I'm a grown woman I can do what I want 🤌

#never have i written such a submissive piece of work before #the man has me in a chokehold fr #i am a little sad that not many people will see it since the fandom is so small now #but that's life i guess #my brain is malfunctioning #so I'll skidaddle to bed now

[chanis-banani]

So Good For Me

Note: in honor of Byeongkwan's birthday, I wanted to write a little something. It became quite filthy...

Synopsis: you knew it was dangerous to wear your citrus perfume around Byeongkwan and you still did it. Your innocent act makes him want to teach you a lesson...

Genre: heavy smut - 18+ !!!

Pairing: hard dom! Kim Byeongkwan x sub! gn reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Contains: oral (m receiving), slight brat behavior, dirty talk, deepthroating, throat-fucking, gagging, crying, slight pain, reader struggling to catch their breath, slight degradation, hair-pulling, ab-licking, praise, reader calls him "sir"

His touch was so tender, while his eyes looked at you so dangerously. His fingers caressed your cheek like you were made of thin glass, as if he could shatter you with the slightest touch. You were on your knees at his feet, looking up at him with some kind of pathetic hopefulness. Maybe he would go easy on you today. But that was not what you were hoping for…

☆ smut under the cut ☆

“So good for me,” he said with a husky voice, the words spilling from his lips like poison. There was nothing soft-hearted about his tone. This realization sent a slight shiver down your spine from excitement. It didn't seem like he would go easy on you today. 

“Yes sir, I’ll always be good for you, sir,” you said under your breath. You straightened your back, sitting up a little so you were closer to him and you placed your hands on his thighs.

“If you’re so good for me, then why are you wearing that fragrance, sweetheart?” His tone was threatening and he slowly ran his fingertips along your skin, from your cheek to your jaw, to the nape of your neck.

Maybe you had been a little bit overconfident today. You knew very well how much Byeongkwan loved your citrus perfume and how easily it could drive him crazy. Every time you wore it, it made you feel like you were a piece of fruit yourself - something sweet and juicy. And he wanted nothing more than to devour you. 

“I just wanted to smell good for you, sir,” you said with a soft voice, almost shy from his frightening demeanor. His cock was right in front of your face, hard and swollen. A bit of precum dripped from its slit, onto your chest. The lewd display stole your breath for a second. All you could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have him deep inside your mouth, warm and throbbing, cum leaking into your bruised throat. But you had to be patient. Byeongkwan always demanded for you to be patient.

He tightened his hand around the back of your neck and pulled you closer to his dick. “Oh darling...” his voice was so soft, so gentle, so warm. You nearly drowned in it. But this was just the calm before the storm and you knew it. "My sweet little thing,” he continued, “Don’t try to play innocent with me.”

The grip around the back of your neck tightened to the point it hurt a little, while his eyes turned dark and his tone more sinister. You simply couldn't help but whimper.

“Open.” he commanded.

Like the obedient little thing you were, you opened your mouth for him. Before you even got the chance to open up far enough, he tugged on your neck to pull you towards him and he roughly forced himself between your lips. Tears jumped to your eyes as at least half of his length was forced into your mouth at once. You gagged loudly, which made Byeongkwan look down at you with the most satisfied smile.

"Look at you, taking me so well. Are you happy now? You wanted this. You wanted my cock in your mouth. Don't you feel happy?"

You breathed heavily through your nose and a tear ran down your cheek. Saliva dripped down from the corner of your mouth. The taste of his precum lingered on your tongue. You were completely dazed, too overwhelmed to answer him. Big mistake. 

"I asked you a question," he growled and he tugged on your neck again, this time yanking you close enough to force the rest of his length into your mouth. You let out a loud whine, gagging heavily again and more tears began to run down your face to the point you were actively crying. God you loved it. It felt absolutely liberating to be a whimpering, drooling fucktoy for him to use.

"Yes sir," you whimpered pathetically, but your mouth was too full for your words to be intelligible. All you achieved with your miserable attempt to speak was more drool running down your chin and dripping onto your body.

He moved his hand upwards from your neck to the back of your head, gripping your hair between his fingers in the process. You already knew what was coming and yet it happened so quickly you still weren’t prepared. Byeongkwan gave a hard tug on your hair, pulling your head back all the way until his cock slipped out of your mouth entirely. As soon as you were granted the room to breathe again, you gasped for air. "I didn't quite catch that, darling," he said cruelly, continuing to hold you tightly by your hair. Still completely out of breath, you tried to get yourself under control and you whimpered a little. "Yes, sir," you managed to get out. After a few seconds of catching your breath, you continued, "I am happy sir. I am always happy with your cock in my mouth. Please?"

You hit him with your most innocent of looks and cautiously observed his reaction. His eyes inspected you closely, signifying that he was still wondering what to do with you.

“Always so good for me,” he mumbled eventually. The little hairs in your neck all stood upright. His tone was off. “Too good even…” he continued. His voice became lower, his tone more menacing while he brought his hands to either side of your face. “...almost like you’re doing it on purpose.”

With that, Byeongkwan thrusted himself back into your still open mouth at once. He held your face tightly between his hands and thrusted his hips back and forth. Each time he entered you, he did so completely. With every thrust, he hit the back of your throat, making you cry out and gag around his cock once more. A mixture of tears and saliva had already formed a tiny puddle beneath you and you had to hold on tightly to his thighs for any sense of stability. 

For a split second, you were grateful for not having any dentist appointments in the near future, since this was definitely going to leave some bruises. Not that Byeongkwan cared. In fact, he wouldn't mind if other people were to see the marks he left all over your body, and even inside it. For a moment you thought of this. A very brief moment. 

With one hard tug on your hair, Byeongkwan suddenly pulled your head back again, but a little bit more gently than before. He let go of your hair and crouched before you until you were at eye level. "Breathe for me, darling." This time his voice sounded truly warm and endearing. "I need you to take deep breaths. Can you do that for me?" He rested his hand on your cheek, making you feel warm and protected. Good God, you were just so in love with him.

You nodded and snuggled yourself a little more into his hand, enjoying how his thumb affectionately stroked your cheek. When he noticed you were starting to get your breathing under control again, he hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your face a little. "Sweet little thing," he said softly and tenderly. Slowly, he got back on his feet, without letting go of your chin. "You must be so needy…" Now that he was standing again, you had to look up even more to keep eye contact. Sitting there, on your knees while he towered above you, made you feel infinitely small. A delightful feeling.

Despite your own neediness, there was nothing you wanted more than his cum in your mouth at this point. You nodded at him, since it was unwise to lie to Byeongkwan, but you quickly sat up a little and brought your lips to his lower belly. Feeling a little bit cheeky, you licked your way up his abdomen, feeling the shape of his defined muscles as you ran your tongue along them. He hummed approvingly and he removed his hand from your chin to bring it to the top of your head instead.

 "Oh sweet angel, don't you want me to make you feel good?"

You shook your head and brought your lips back down to place kisses on his lower belly, slowly moving towards the base of his cock. "I want to taste you, sir," you answered.

You took him in your hand and pressed a sweet kiss on the tip while making eye contact with him, giving him a little smile. "Can I?" You knew Byeongkwan would get weak when you explicitly asked him for his permission to do such things. He loved it when you were so dirty for him, especially when you put his pleasure before your own, despite your neediness. 

He stroked his fingers through your hair while you already began to playfully lick his tip, trying to rile him up just a little more. "Sweet angel," he said under his breath, his dick twitching with need, "little pervert, you know I can't say no to that…"

You took this as a sign of permission and greedily took him in your mouth. It felt nice to have him there. Warm, intimate and perfectly lewd. You couldn't help but moan a little, just to tease him. His hand remained on top of your head and he tenderly stroked his fingers through your hair while he took a moment to admire you. You filthy thing, sitting there on your knees, eagerly sucking his cock like that was the only thing that mattered to you. He found it quite endearing.

While you began to bob your head back and forth to suck him off, his hands wandered to your cheeks again, making your heart beat loudly in your chest from the anticipation. He cupped your face in a way that seemed lovely at first, but soon began to hold your head more tightly and his moans began to grow louder. You could tell that he tried to contain himself, tried to go easy on you now. But the way you willingly deepthroated him even when you struggled drove him insane. Surely, he could help you just a little bit. He would make it easier for you.

You let out a little wine when he began to thrust his hips again. His cock was already throbbing in your mouth, which only got more intense as he began to fuck himself into you. At first, he fell into your rhythm, moving in a way that complimented how you bobbed your head back and forth. But soon, he was holding your head tightly in its place so he could fuck himself into you like you were some kind of object.

Every time he pumped himself into you, the tip of your nose brushed lightly against his lower belly. The room was filled with the sound of his groans, combined with your cries and gagging. The puddle of tears, saliva and at this point also sweat continued to grow bigger. His cock was pulsating more and more intensely inside your mouth.

You held on tightly to his thighs, just as he held on to your head. He snapped his hips a few more times, hitting you deeply and roughly at the back of your throat, before pushing himself completely into your one last time.

The bitter taste of cum began to spill into you and you struggled to keep it all in. A new kind of liquid dripped into the puddle on the floor, no matter how hard you tried not to spill any of it. Byeongkwan stayed inside your mouth until the very end of his high. When he pulled out of you, he made sure to do it carefully so he wouldn't make a mess. The point of this was not to keep things clean. No, he didn't care about that.

The point was something else entirely.

He took a little step back and let go of your face, looking at you with the proudest expression a man could have.

"Remember to show it to me before you swallow, darling."

His words, pronounced so casually like it was nothing, gave you goosebumps. Completely exhausted and out of breath, you still obediently opened your mouth nice and wide for him to see. He brought a hand to your chin again and tilted your head up a little to get a better view. Then he gave you a satisfied little nod. "So, so good for me…"

#clearly i am insanely unwell today #this might be the most unhinged thing I've written so far #and here i was thinking i lean towards being dominant #not for kim Byeongkwan apparently 💀 #man has me absolutely WHIPPED #kpop smut #a.c.e smut #a.c.e scenarios #a.c.e fanfic #byeongkwan smut #kim byeongkwan smut #a.c.e byeongkwan smut #byeongkwan scenario #kim byeongkwan scenario #a.c.e byeongkwan scenario #kim byeongkwan fanfic #smut #fanfiction

[chanis-banani]

Reply - Part 1

Inspired by: [Han Seungwoo] 'Reply' - M Countdown

Note: Today is the 3rd anniversary of Seungwoo's solo debut and it would be an understatement to say this album changed my life. I just had to write something for it, I couldn't contain myself...

Note 2: stop calling me a seungwoo simp

Synopsis: after a week of contemplation, Seungwoo finally brings up the courage to send you a message. As he waits anxiously for you to reply, all he can do to kill the time is reminisce about the first time met you.

Genre: fluff and very slight angst maybe? Let's just say it's the wholesome start of a slow burn romance

Pairing: Seungwoo x gn reader

Word Count: 3,4k

Contains: some swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of cigarettes (but no actual drinking or smoking)

Tic, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick-

With a frustrated grunt, Seungwoo yanks the batteries from the clock and tosses them onto the cabinet. When he tries to hang the clock back on the wall, he struggles to get the little hook on the nail. It only takes two failed attempts for him to be fed up with the stupid thing and he angrily dumps it on top of the furniture. The clock lands next to the batteries, one of which tumbles off the edge and rolls under the cabinet. Seungwoo watches as it disappears from his vision and he scoffs. Piece of shit.

He takes his phone from his pocket and checks his messages. Even though he has the volume of his notifications turned all the way up, he can’t stop himself compulsively checking his phone. There is always a slight chance the sound just didn’t come through, right? Maybe you messaged him and his phone is just lagging. He can’t risk missing anything. But despite his hopeful delusion, there is still nothing.

First he puts his phone back in his pocket, but he immediately changes his mind and places it on the dinner table instead, making sure the screen faces up so he can see everything that comes in. A deep sigh escapes him as he stares at his phone for a while. He is too restless to bring himself to sit down. All he can do is stand there and pace around the room. Once again, he sighs and goes into the kitchen to grab himself a glass of water. When he returns to the dinner table, he sets the glass on one of the coasters to check his notifications again.

It had only been about a week since he met you, but it felt like more like a month. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. The way you smiled and the way you talked… The way you made those snarky comments at him when he approached you. It hadn’t been the most fairytale-like encounter. And yet, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, no matter how hard he tried.

With another sigh, Seungwoo puts his phone on the table again and he leans back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling. He wanted nothing more than to talk to you, hear your voice again, and observe that little twinkle in your eyes when you talked to him.

It was impossible for him to forget how stunning you looked last Saturday. Your clothes were very neat and complimented your body well, which contrasted with your slightly messy hair. This contradiction intrigued him. He needed to get to know you better, wanted to explore what other interesting contrasts he might encounter. Perhaps it was specifically the difference between you and him that captivated him the most. You were exhilarating to him.

Seungwoo jumps up when his phone suddenly rings and he answers it without hesitation. “Hello?” he says, voice shaking a little bit. “Hyung!”, he hears from the other side of the line, “Did-” Without letting Sejun finish his sentence, Seungwoo hangs up on him. Idiot. How could he have been so stupid to call right now? He knew that Seungwoo was waiting for your call. What if you had finally reached out right when Sejun was hogging the line?!

Seungwoo sits back down and rests his elbows on the table, burying his face in his hands with a desperate little cry. “What am I doing…” he murmurs into his hands. All he wants is to hear your voice again. He keeps reminiscing about the evening he met you. 

That evening, he entered the venue with Sejun at 8 pm. Seungwoo offered to get drinks for both of them, so he made his way through the crowd, towards the bar on the other side of the large space. While he waited for the bartender to fix his drinks, he felt someone bump into him. It’s when he turned around to look, that he laid his eyes on you for the very first time. 

“Sorry!” you said quickly, officially marking that as the first word that was ever exchanged between the two of you. “That’s okay,” he replied with a smile, “It’s pretty crowded here, so accidents can happen.” Seungwoo had to try his best not to smile too widely at you. Right away he found you incredibly attractive. Your voice sounded lovely. He wanted to hear it again.

“I like your tattoo,” you said, and Seungwoo could swear that his heart made a little jump in his chest. He was wearing his shirt with its sleeves rolled up, so the colorful tattoo on his arm was clearly exposed. You had been observing him just as closely as he had observed you and this notion gave him goosebumps. 

“Thank you! I have a few more.” Was it weird for him to say this? He immediately felt embarrassed and at the same time he wished he had worn his shirt just a little more unbuttoned so the tattoo on his chest could have been exposed to  you. Luckily, you smiled at him, so he probably hadn’t weirded you out too much.

He wondered what to tell you next, trying his best to think of something to keep your attention. But his brain wasn’t working properly anymore. All he could think about was how intrigued he was by you. He involuntarily tried to imagine what kind of person you were and what kind of things you would like. And before he got the chance to open his mouth again, his drinks were ready and Sejun called him impatiently from across the room.

Every person who tried to speak to Seungwoo that evening was in for a disappointment. When they tried to approach him, there was a chance he didn’t even notice them at all. Even when he tried to engage in a conversation, he couldn’t stop his gaze from drifting back to your figure.

At one point during the evening, he had lost sight of you. His eyes looked for you anxiously, but you were nowhere to be seen. He panicked. There was no way he could possibly let you go like that. He started to move through the crowd, pressing himself through the clusters of people. 

At least fifteen minutes were spent searching for you, until he found you outside, away from the crowd, with your phone up to your ear. You ended the conversation just when Seungwoo stepped through the venue door, into the fresh air. He needed to know who you had been calling with. What if you already had a partner? The thought alone was enough to make him nauseous.

He stood there for a while, unsure of what to do next. Your mind was clearly elsewhere since you hadn’t noticed him yet. With his head tilted slightly in curiosity, he observed how you stared absentmindedly into the distance while playing with your phone. But the silent moment of appreciation was ruined when Seungwoo suddenly had to sneeze. You looked his way and he looked at you, completely terrified. Thank god it was dark outside so you weren’t able to see his expression very clearly.

Fuck, now things became weird. He had to act quickly, otherwise you would think he was some kind of weirdo. Even if there might have been some truth to that, he obviously didn’t want you to feel that way about him.

Before he could even make up his mind on what he could possibly do to make this situation seem normal, you opened your mouth and spoke to him with a snarky, yet enchanting tone. “You should wear a jacket if you’re going to be outside,” you said. God, maybe he was in love.

“Oh? Uhh, yeah,” he replied awkwardly. Nice, Seungwoo. Real smooth. This was definitely the way to win somebody’s heart. “I’m uhh- It’s not that cold?” God with every word he uttered, he just managed to mess up even more.

You snickered at him and looked at your phone again. Somehow this made Seungwoo feel at ease. You didn’t seem uncomfortable about him. Even if he made an absolute fool of himself just now, it seemed like you didn’t really mind having him around. He straightened his clothes a bit and ruffled his fingers through his hair while you didn’t look. Then he cleared his throat and took a careful step in your direction.

“Actually,” he began somewhat more confidently now, “I could use a little breeze. It’s quite stuffy in there.” Without looking up, you just replied with a little “Mhmm.” While doing his best to hide his timidness, he took another step in your direction and said “Is it okay if I sit here? I could also find someplace else, if you-” “Oh, sure, it’s fine!”

He blinked a few times when you interrupted him with such a sweet tone. You had put your phone away completely and looked straight at him. The eye contact made him feel like his blood was rushing through his veins at twice its regular speed. The dizziness that ensued made him feel almost relieved, because it meant he wasn’t really lying to you anymore. At this point, he really could use some fresh air.

He sat down next to you on the curb, making sure to keep a good 6 ft distance between the two of you so as to not make you uncomfortable. You were still looking at him with those eyes and it nearly drove him insane. “So, do you smoke?” you asked him. He shook his head, and you grinned. “Me neither.”

The conversation went silent. For a minute, all you and Seungwoo could hear was the sound of passing cars in the distance and the buzzing voices of the people inside. He wondered why you would ask him such a question if you didn’t smoke either. Could it be that you were lying? Did he just fail a test? What if you didn’t want to date anyone who didn’t smoke? He felt nauseous again.

The breeze really was quite cold and Seungwoo’s blouse didn’t do much to protect him from it. The tip of his nose and his ears became red and he shivered, but it didn’t matter to him. In fact, he was barely aware of the cold at all. Being so near to you made him feel almost feverish inside. His heart was beating wildly in his chest and his cheeks felt hot. Even if he had lost almost all feeling in his fingers, the rest of his body was simply buzzing with life. 

His breath created a tiny cloud in the air, drawing your attention to his shivering figure. “You’re cold!” you laughed at him. Your breath formed a little cloud as well and Seungwoo watched how the little clouds drifted in the same direction for a second, until he snapped back to reality. “I’m really not that cold,” he sputtered, “I just tend to shiver when I’m feeling dizzy.”

“So you’re still feeling dizzy?” you asked. Your voice didn’t sound exactly concerned, but not like you were mocking him either. Seungwoo couldn’t quite put his finger on it. He sure was dizzy now, slowly going crazy from the way your eyes were scanning him. There was something about your look that gave him the feeling this was more than a casual conversation. It felt like he was being inspected, your eyes studying every detail of him and your mind interpreting what you saw. He could tell you were on your guard around him. Not in a defensive way, but much like a researcher would be on their guard around the subject they’re researching. As if he were some kind of experiment and you were waiting to see what he might do next.

“I bet you would feel less dizzy if you wore a jacket,” you continued with a little grin. Seungwoo observed you closely, noticing something like a little twinkle in your eyes. He wondered if you always had that twinkle when you talked to people.

“I was too dizzy to grab my jacket,” he replied with a little scoff, “I just wanted to go outside quickly. And you should know that I’m already beginning to feel better.” He fully expected you to say it was nice that he felt better, but you just scoffed right back at him: “Pfft, if you say so…”

Before he could come to his defense again - even though you were completely right - you already bombarded him with the next question: “So who do you know at this party?” “Oh, I just know Sejun,” Seungwoo replied, “Sejun and I are close, so when he got invited to this party, he asked me to join him.”

“Ahh, I’m here because of Sejun too! We aren’t close at all though. He just invited my friend and told her she could bring more people. So really, I don’t even know Sejun at all."

"I see. The party must be quite boring for you then, if you only know your friend. Is that why you'd rather sit here and call your boyfriend?" The words had left Seungwoo's mouth before he fully realized what he was saying. And now that he said it, he wished he would never be able to speak again. 

You raised an eyebrow at him and turned your body a little to face him better. Seungwoo's heart was beating like crazy in his chest. It felt like minutes of silence were passing by while he anxiously awaited your response. He knew he fucked up.

“You are so obvious,” you said eventually. Your voice was low and almost a little threatening. Seungwoo gulped. “We met like seconds ago and you’re already trying to figure out whether I have a partner or not.” For a second it was silent again. ‘Don’t do it, don’t do it, don’t do it,’ Seungwoo thought to himself, trying to suppress the impulse. But he couldn’t possibly contain himself. He just had to know, so he asked: “Well do you?”

He felt like he was about to faint.

Clearly you were a little perplexed by his bluntness, but that didn’t stop you from responding immediately with “That is none of your business. Besides, I don’t find this party boring at all.” You showed him a little smile, but Seungwoo couldn’t make out whether you genuinely enjoyed this moment with him or not. He had to find a distraction, quickly. He needed to come up with something interesting before you felt scared off. This conversation was getting worse by the second and he knew that he only had one last chance to save it.

“I don’t think this party is boring either, now that I found someone so interesting to talk to,” he said. And he regretted it immediately. This was the nail in the coffin. It was over. He could nearly feel his heart breaking in his chest. But to his surprise, you laughed.

“You’re a little pathetic, aren’t you?” you asked him. The tone of your voice was playful and warm. Even though what you said was quite sour, the sweetness with which you said it was like music to his ears. 

“You say it’s pathetic, but I would call it being an open book. Pretending I don’t like you won’t get me anywhere.”

You analyzed him for a second, your gaze feeling almost like some kind of interrogation to him. “Perhaps,” you replied, “but it would benefit you to be a little more subtle about it.”

Seungwoo wondered what it would be like to kiss you. He tried to distract himself, tried to think of something to say again, but the two of you were suddenly interrupted by a voice: “You’re still here? Come on, we have work tomorrow, we should go home!” Seungwoo turned around to see who was calling you, but the person had already gone back inside again. When he turned back to you, you already stood up from the curb and brushed off your clothes. “Well,” you said, “that was my friend. You heard them. It’s time for me to leave.”

He clumsily stood up as well and by the time he got on his feet, you had already made your way over to the door to go back inside the venue. His heart nearly dropped upon the sight of your departure, but to his delight, you turned around to him and he got to hear your beautiful voice one more time.

“Since you seem so desperate to know about this; no, I do not have a partner. Goodnight.” And with that, you disappeared from his sight.

Seungwoo stood there for several minutes, out in the cold, completely dazed.  He had managed to blow every single aspect of this encounter and yet, you almost seemed to be into it. Even when thinking about it now, he can feel the ache in his heart again. He never even got to learn your name.

After you left the party and the absurdity of the conversation slowly sinked in, the first thing Seungwoo did was search for Sejun. He needed to have your number immediately. After struggling to explain who he was talking about, he finally managed to get Sejun to ask your friend for your number. The next day, Seungwoo received a text from Sejun which included your contact information. Since neither of them knew your name, and it didn’t occur to Sejun to ask your friend about it, Seungwoo simply saved you in his contacts as ‘sour candy’. He figured it was a suitable nickname for now.

It took him ages to figure out what he should send. He spent days writing, deleting and rewriting drafts in the notes app on his phone, in a hopeless attempt to create the most perfect message known to mankind. And after days of contemplating, he finally found the courage to send this work of art to you earlier this morning.

Now all you have to do is reply.

Seungwoo stands up from his chair and walks over to the cabinet to grab the battery that rolled underneath it earlier. While feeling around for the battery, he feels something else and pulls it from under the furniture. He holds it in front of him and twists the object between his fingers while observing it closely. Between his fingers, he is holding two little magnets, stuck tightly together.

Just when he’s wondering when and how those magnets ended up there, he is startled by the loud ringtone of his phone, coming from the dinner table. This time, he doesn’t rush to pick it up. Instead, he walks over to the table rather slowly and he first looks at who's calling him. His knees just about turn to mush when he sees ‘sour candy’ displayed on his screen. Quickly, he sits down, takes a deep breath and answers the phone.

“Hello?”

“Yes, hello. You’re that guy from the party last Saturday? With the nice tattoo? You messaged me?”

“Yeah, that’s me.”

Seungwoo’s hands are trembling. He can’t believe it. He is finally talking to you again. While holding the phone to his ear with his right hand, he still has the two little magnets between the fingers of his left hand, fidgeting with them nervously. The other side of the line is silent for a little moment, before he gets to hear your lovely voice again:

“We can go to a cafe. Tomorrow.”

Internally, Seungwoo is screaming.

“Yeah-... I would love that! At what time should we meet?”

“1 pm, the cafe you messaged me about. And it’s not a date. See you tomorrow.”

Before he gets the chance to say goodbye and I love you, you already hang up on him. He is fully aware you told him it wouldn’t be a date, but he isn’t even remotely bothered by it. The excitement rushing through his body is enough to distract him for now. Just because this won’t be a date according to you, doesn’t mean he can’t take you on a real date in the future.

Seungwoo observes the small magnets in his left hand again and feels the urge to press a little kiss on them. After taking a brief moment to calm himself down, he runs to his closet to gather an outfit for tomorrow. This too, happens with lots of contemplation in order to present himself in the best possible way. When he’s finally satisfied, he places the clothes on a chair and slips the little magnets in one of the pockets. For good luck.

To be continued...

#yes i will continue this story some day #yes it's going to take a very long time #yes it's going to be an absolutely huge project #no i am not okay thank you for asking #also HE'S NOT MY ULT I SWEAR #I am NOT a Seungwoo simp #han seungwoo #seungwoo #victon seungwoo #han seungwoo fluff #seungwoo fluff #han seungwoo fanfiction #seungwoo fanfiction #han seungwoo scenario #seungwoo scenario #kpop fanfiction #kpop fluff #kpop scenarios #victon fluff #x1 fluff #han seungwoo anniversary #seungwoo anniversary

[chanis-banani]

Hi 👋 I wanted to know if you could write a night of s3x where there are mirrors (I think it's beautiful) with woodz? Thank you 🤍

HELL YEA I CAN (sorry, I'm just very excited about this concept)

Also maybe I got a little unhinged with it because this is my longest fic yet, hope that's ok oops

Pairing: WOODZ × afab reader

Synopsis: You decide to book a hotel for the night of Seungyoun's birthday. But after not looking at the photos very carefully, you're in for something a little more adventurous than intended.

Genre: s m u t . 18+

Contains: swearing, masturbation, voyeurism, dirty talk, fingering, oral, (unprotected) sex in front of a mirror, marking, more mirror sex, slight biting, slight hair pulling, creampie, did I mention mirror sex?

Word Count: (I'd rather not say) 5k words (yes it's almost all smut)

☆ smut under the cut ☆

You turn the key in the lock and open the door to the hotel room. Seungyoun follows behind you, still wearing the little party hat you gave him. Since it is his birthday, you decided to celebrate it together by traveling to that little city you’ve always wanted to visit. In the afternoon, you walked around the center together to explore and you had dinner at a cute little bistro. You had given Seungyoun one of those little party hats as a joke, but he insisted on wearing it for the rest of the day. He had only taken it off inside the restaurant because the staff were giving him slightly hostile looks and he didn’t want to be rude, but as soon as you stepped outside after eating, he put it right back on again. Even while checking into the hotel, he kept wearing the little hat. The hotel staff were less judgemental and even seemed to like his shenanigans, congratulating him on his birthday.

Both of you closely inspect the room as you enter and Seungyoun throws his bags on the bed. The sheets are a red color and made of satin. The walls are also red, with a black decorative pattern made up of little roses. Next to the bathroom door is a big cabinet. Its wooden doors are closed, but you don't need to look inside to know what's in there, since it says "toys" in big letters on one of the doors. The bed is kingsized, with red little bed curtains surrounding it. On the other side of the room, right across from the bed, a huge mirror hangs on the wall.

You look around in shock. Seungyoun looks at you and raises an eyebrow. "Y/n? Did we just book ourselves a sex hotel?" You turn to him with big eyes and laugh a little nervously. “I swear this was not my intention!” you quickly come to your defense. “I even looked at photos of the hotels! Maybe I didn’t look at pictures of every individual room, but I just assumed they would be similar. This isn’t my fault! How could I know they would have a room like this?!”

He laughs and walks over to you to press a little kiss on your lips. The contrast between the deep red satin sheets on the bed and Seungyoun’s dumb, pastel little party hat makes the situation even more absurd. “Sshh, don’t be so worried,” he coos and he wraps his arms around you to pull you into a hug. You see your own reflection in the big mirror across the bed as he embraces you. It feels a little weird, but somehow seeing your love like this also brings little butterflies to your stomach. “This room is perfectly fine,” Seungyoun continues. “We can always leave that cabinet closed and then it’s almost like a normal room. Besides, a steamy room like this is kind of exciting, isn’t it?”

- - -

While Seungyoun takes a quick shower after a long day of exploring, you lay in bed with your favorite book. You try to read, but the room somehow keeps distracting you. The satin sheets are way too smooth and not really comfortable at all. Not to mention the discomfort you feel from the “toy” cabinet that almost seems to stare you down from the other side of the room. And worst of all - the mirror. You don’t know how to feel about it. As you sit upright in the bed, you feel the constant presence of your own reflection, causing a chaotic blend of intrigue, anxiety and excitement to pool in your stomach. It feels so naughty, so weird. So wrong to even think of looking at yourself in such a filthy way. Maybe it’s the energy of the room, but somehow you feel mostly excited. The big mirror in front of you gives you the opportunity to look at yourself from all kinds of angles, seeing every single inch of yourself. It’s like the mirror is calling to you, pulling you into your own reflection.

You slide a hand under your pajama shirt and watch yourself in the mirror as you run your fingers along your own belly, shivering a little at the touch. This new, extra kind of self awareness is making you more sensitive to your own fingers than you usually are. It feels so wrong to watch yourself like this, but fucking hell, does it turn you on.

You bring your fingers down to your clit and slowly start to stroke yourself, while looking at your own reflection. You look at your own lips, noticing how your mouth hangs open a little bit. Your shirt has been pulled up to reveal your breasts to yourself through the mirror. At this point, you’re starting to run out of patience. You just want to see more of yourself. Right now.

After sitting up, you take off your shirt and toss it into the room, quickly followed by your panties. Now you sit and take a moment to simply observe your own reflection. Very slowly, you spread your legs for yourself, like Margot Robbie in The Wolf of Wall Street. Only you're not doing it to seduce anyone else. You do it because you're feeling mesmerized by your own sexuality in a way you've never experienced before. The way you can watch how your own fingertips glide along your skin, how you can watch your own little reactions when you tease yourself a little, and the sight of your own sex all made you feel almost enchanted by yourself.

Very slowly, you insert your middle finger, watching closely how it disappears between your folds. God, you’re absolutely soaked. Your own reflection looks at you with a flustered expression as you realize how wet you became for yourself. It is so shameful and exciting at the same time, you don’t want to contain yourself anymore. You begin to pump your finger into yourself with more determination while bringing your other hand down to rub your clit. Soft moans escape your lips as you get lost in the sensation, and in the eye contact with your own reflection. You add another finger, watching excitedly how it gets engulfed by your soaked pussy, along with the other one. Being able to see how you’re stretching your own cunt to fit your fingers inside is so hypnotizing.

Just when you're about to add a third finger, you're snapped out of this hypnotized state of mind by Seungyoun's figure in the corner of your eye. He leans against the wall with his arms crossed and a dubious expression on his face. You immediately pull out your fingers, heart beating like crazy in your chest. How long had he been standing there? Was he watching you this whole time? His hair is still damp from the shower and he hadn’t bothered to put on a shirt or any pants. Just his boxers, which didn’t do much to hide his arousal.

“No no, don’t be embarrassed,” he says with a warm, sweet tone, as always, “Keep going. You seemed to be enjoying yourself.” The way he just about sings these words to you makes it obvious how much he had been enjoying the spectacle of you playing with yourself in front of the mirror. You wonder if he had secretly touched himself too while he watched.

“I’m not going to touch myself while you look!” you shriek. Seungyoun chuckles and shifts his weight so he’s no longer leaning against the wall. “Well… Why don’t I help you out then?”

Before you can protest, he’s already next to you in the bed and pulls you into his lap. Your back is pressed against his chest while he leans back against the headboard. You can clearly feel his erection poking into your lower back, making you quiver a little. A shiver goes down your spine as you feel his breath in your neck and he snakes his arms around your waist, gliding his right hand down to your vulva while using his left hand to cup your breast.

“Look at us,” he says with a husky voice while making eye contact with you through the mirror. Before you can even feel it, you see how he brings his lips to your ear and gently nibbles on your earlobe. “Aren’t we magnificent?”

You squirm nervously. Your heart beats like crazy in your chest due to a combination of anticipation, humiliation, and a deep love for the man who is currently stroking his finger along your entrance. “Look how wet you are,” he says, referring to the glistening arousal on your inner thighs. He drags his fingertip up between your folds, earning a wonderful moan from you. His lips curl into a horny grin and he doesn’t break eye contact for even a second.

“Do you have any idea how appetizing you look when you observe yourself like that?” His voice is lower and huskier than before. “It drives me a little crazy…” Upon these words, he slides his middle finger and ring finger into you at once, while simultaneously biting down on your earlobe. The sudden roughness causes you to let out a yelp and you tense up in his arms.

“That’s right, baby, just let it out,” he coos softly against your ear. His warm voice makes the little hairs in your neck stand upright. You bring one hand down to hold on to his wrist of the hand he’s fucking you with, and you bring your other hand up to grab the side of his head, desperately trying to find some way to regain stability.

“Seungyoun-” you manage to say under your breath. He lets go of your ear with his teeth to leave wet, hungry kisses on your jaw and down your neck. “Hmm?” he mumbles mid-hickey against your skin, while his fingers continue to pump in and out of you. “I just-” you continue nervously between your moans, “It’s weird…”

He pauses his hickey to look up at you through the mirror with a skeptical expression and he drastically slows down the movement of his fingers. “I’ll be the judge of that,” he grins at you, slowly pulling his fingers out of your sex to give you both a clear view of how filthy wet you are, pussy swollen from arousal and friction. “Now tell me what you were going to say,” he continues in a more stern, yet playful tone. You whimper from the sudden empty feeling and let out a defeated little sigh. “I just want to see us making love… Properly. In front of the mirror?”

Seungyoun doesn’t even look remotely surprised. It’s not like he wasn’t aware of how much you were intrigued by the mirror after your little show earlier. With a playful grin, he brings his fingers up to your mouth, those same fingers he fucked you with. Through the mirror, he gives you a look that makes it perfectly clear what he wants from you and you obediently part your lips for him. “So, you want to be fucked in front of the mirror? Is that right?” His fingers slither into your mouth while he says this. You are left with no choice but to nod in agreement with his fingers in your mouth, confronted with your own pathetic reflection while you are made to taste yourself.

There’s an eager twinkle in his eyes upon this sight of you. “God…” he whispers under his breath. He quickly tries to compose himself a little and he scrapes his throat. “Your wish is my command, my dearest. But first…” Suddenly he gets up from the bed and takes your hand in his. “...first I want to taste you.”

Before you know it, you are pulled to the foot end of the bed and he places you in an upright position, with your legs hanging over the edge. In the blink of an eye, he is kneeled before you on the ground, with his head between your thighs and the most excited expression on his face. The sight of him being so adorably enthusiastic, combined with the almost primal kind of hunger in his gaze brings a familiar type of warmth to your lower belly.

Being observed and cherished by him like this while also being observed by yourself through the mirror is a weird feeling, but far from an unpleasant one. You watch the movements of your own body as it responds to Seungyoun’s sudden kisses on your inner thigh. Through the mirror, you get a clear view of his back, beautifully showing off his tattoo for you. Somehow it turns you on that he’s still wearing his boxers. It shows that he is so excited to shower you with pleasure that he almost entirely forgets about his own desires.

The sensation of his teeth gently scraping along your skin causes you to jolt up a little, which leads him to let out satisfied little hums against your inner thigh. He places his hands on top of each of your thighs to hold them tightly so you don’t accidentally move too far away from him. Something which proves to be a good idea as soon as he decides to suddenly suck on your clit. With a little yelp, you dig your fingers into his hair and hold on to him tightly.

Thanks to the mirror, you can see his body react to the way you hold his hair. His muscles tighten and he slightly arches his back in enjoyment. He never minds if you’re a little rough with him. In fact: usually that is exactly what turns him on. There is nothing he likes more than making you feel good, so your body’s reactions are rather important to him. When he is covered in little scratches and other marks after making love to you, it tells him that he’s done a good job.

You hold on to his hair even more tightly to enjoy the view of his physical reaction and you pull him more closely towards you. Seungyoun gladly responds by sticking out his tongue for you, allowing you to rub yourself against it for him. As you watch yourself in the mirror, you aren’t sure whether you look pathetic or powerful, but it doesn’t matter, because all you know is that you’re insanely horny. And you’re not the only one.

As he eats you out, Seungyoun seems to be squirming to get the slightest bit of friction for himself as well, but without much success. You grin down at him and gently pull his right hand away from your thigh. At first, he gives you a confused look, but when you guide his hand down to his own crotch for him, it seems to click. “Go on,” you say with a kind smile and you stroke his head as if he were some kind of dog. “I want to see you touch yourself for me, Seungyoun.” 

The boy shudders at your words. He has that excited twinkle in his eyes again. “God, y/n, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he whispers under his breath before obediently sliding his own hand into his boxers. The little whimpers that come from him once he starts to pleasure himself vibrate wonderfully against your clit.

Seungyoun appears needier by the minute. He starts to get more rough with you, forcing his tongue as deep inside you as possible while digging his fingers into your thigh hard enough to leave marks. The feeling of his hot, wet tongue inside your cunt like this is enough to make you throw your head back in pleasure, your vision becoming blurred with stars. You spread your legs a little wider for him and with loud moans you start to rub yourself on his face.

His moans become louder as well, but when he suddenly calls your name, you become awakened from your own state of bliss for a second. “Y/n…” His voice is low and filled with need. He is showing you those eyebrows again. His hand is no longer in his boxers and his mouth and chin are completely wet, dripping with your arousal.The sight of him like this is nearly enough to make you cum on the spot.

You give him a curious look when he suddenly begins to chuckle. "What? Why are you laughing?" Without saying a word, Seungyoun just points up to the space above the bed. You turn and lean your head back to discover that he is pointing at a second mirror. This mirror above the bed is smaller than the one on the wall, but still big enough to have a clear view of the entire bed. All this time, the black bed curtains had hidden this second mirror from you. The only time you could have seen it was when you were laying on the bed before, if you hadn't been so obsessed with the one on the wall. "How many mirrors does a person need…" you mumbled, unsure of what else to say. The discovery of a second mirror caused you to feel that warmth in your stomach again.

When you turn your head back to Seungyoun, he's no longer kneeled down on the floor. By now he is standing and his boxers have already been tossed into a corner. He reaches a hand to you and pulls you off the bed and on your feet as well. He swiftly turns you to the mirror on the wall and places himself behind you. "Time to fulfill that wish of yours," he says, after which he begins to leave long, wet kisses on your shoulder.

You are met with your own reflection again, this time also seeing Seungyoun’s reflection behind you. From this angle, you are able to see a part of the gun tattoo on his belly and you reach your hand back to run your fingertips over his inked skin, earning a little gasp from him. Both of you are completely hot and bothered and you can already feel his erection poking your lower back again.

He guides your hips into an angle that gives him easy access and aligns himself with your entrance. You let out a hopeful little moan, but Seungyoun takes a moment to tease you before giving you what you want, taking his time to stroke his tip up and down your embarrassingly wet folds. 

At this point you’re so needy for him, you won’t wait any longer and you push your ass back a little, carefully pushing yourself onto him. He moans with surprise and you moan with delightment when his tip enters you. The sensation is warm and almost soothing in a way. Through the mirror, you can see how his look of surprise quickly makes room for a warm, loving smile and he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you tightly against him. You lean your head back against his shoulder and he presses a kiss on your cheek.

“Look at you…” he murmurs against your skin while stroking your lower belly with his hands, sending tingles throughout your entire body. “Y’know sometimes you give me goosebumps?” he says with a little grin. His voice is breathy and adrenalized. Thanks to these words, he isn’t the only one with goosebumps.

He pulls himself almost completely out of you and angles your bodies in such a way you get a proper view of where the two of you are connected. Both of you become fully focused on the sight as he very slowly pushes himself back inside you again, this time filling you up with his entire length, all at once. You can only gasp and hold your breath at the sudden full feeling, making your pathetic reflection stare at yourself with an open mouth.

You reach both of your arms back to him to hold on to his hips as he thrusts into you with very long, slow strokes. The look of an intoxicating kind of pleasure is written all over your faces. “I adore you,” you mumble in between your little gasps and whimpers. Through the mirror, you can clearly see how his face lights up when you say this, showing you that familiar little twinkle in his eyes again. 

He lays two fingers on your jaw and gently guides you to face him so he can press a clumsy, yet passionate kiss on your lips. His other hand is still on your belly and now creeps its way down to your heat while he kisses you. You moan blissfully against his lips when he begins to draw slow circles on your clit, and he hums lovingly in response.

While slightly picking up the pace of his thrusts, he lets his fingers travel the area between your thighs, delighting in the slippery sensation of your arousal. He breaks the kiss and looks at you with that everlasting smile of his, raising his eyebrows at you a little curiously. “You’re even more soaked than before,” he smirks at you. Feeling a little flustered, but too horny to care, you throw a cheeky grin at him and press a quick kiss on his cheek. “Well happy birthday I guess.”

The happy twinkle in his eyes makes room for a more bold expression and he turns your head back to face the mirror again. “God, you intoxicate me,” he pants and he pulls his cock almost completely out of you again, this time to plunge into you a lot harder than before. You cry out in surprise, but Seungyoun doesn’t give you any time to adjust to his new roughness. Greedy, like a wolf who hasn’t had a meal in days, he starts pumping himself into you at a quick pace, completely bottoming out with every thrust. 

Your mind is foggy and you’re barely even aware how loudly he makes you moan for him. With your head leaning back on his shoulder and your hand desperately clinging to his hips behind you, you try to regain some sense of stability. But his hard thrusts make it hard to even think clearly, not to mention the way he’s rubbing your clit. “Seungyoun-” you squeal just when he plunges into you particularly roughly. “I’m- Ah! Getting close…”

“Not yet,” he replies firmly and after a few more hard thrusts, he pulls out of you, giving you a chance to catch your breath.

He lifts you off your feet and in the blink of an eye, you are transported to the bed. A wave of relief hits you, knowing that you can at least lay down if he’s going to fuck you like this. The relief however, soon makes room for an almost shameful feeling as you look up at yourself through the mirror above the bed. You weren’t even aware that you had spread your legs as he laid you down, yet here you are confronted with a clear view of yourself: legs spread wide open for him, hair messy, face sweaty and a cunt so wet that the arousal has dripped all the way down your thighs.

It’s exhilarating. 

Seungyoun quickly joins you in the bed to get on top of you. He gives you a warm smile, but you are too distracted by the sight of his back as he hovers over you. The defined muscles, the line where his spine is, the way his curves slim down around his waist and most importantly: the tattoo between his shoulder blades. You are completely infatuated with this display of him, his breathtaking form on top of you like this.

He chuckles a little to see you enchanted like this and he presses a kiss on your lips. “Earth to y/n,” he grins, snapping you out of the hypnotized feeling. He lovingly strokes your cheek and kisses you again. You shudder a little as his hair tickles against your own forehead. “You’re just so beautiful…” you whisper against his lips, “Please, I need to feel you.”

Seungyoun seems to agree with this sentiment, because he immediately lines himself up with your entrance again. He gives you a little look, as if to say “ready?” and you nod excitedly without any need for an exchange of words.

You wrap your arms around his neck, making sure to hold on to him a bit higher so you don’t cover up the view of his tattoo and he pushes himself into you again. He kisses you at first, but keeps the kiss short to give you room to watch the mirror as he makes love to you. It’s hard to tell what is more intoxicating, the sensation of being loved, cherished and filled to the brim by your beloved, or the display of his magnificent body.

You watch how his muscles tense and relax as he thrusts his hips and you admire the curves of his body. Observing the two of you together like this makes you feel like you're making love to a Greek god. In this moment, your heart becomes filled with warmth upon becoming so hyper-aware of the beauty in the reflection coming from above the bed. It's like you're looking at a painting by Michelangelo. The Sistine Chapel is nothing compared to the two of you.

“You’re beautiful,” you say softly, tearing your gaze from the mirror to look him in the eyes.

“Enough looking,” he replies with a cocky smirk on his face, “I want to kiss you.”

He connects his lips to yours again in a feverish kiss and intensifies his thrusts, pounding into your sweet spot at a steady rhythm. With a delighted little cry, you wrap your legs around him and pull him more tightly against you.

As the way he’s thrusting into you becomes more rough, he disconnects his lips from yours  and brings them down to your jaw and neck. He starts to leave long, warm kisses all over your skin and slowly those begin to get more rough as well. Once again you look in the mirror, this time to see how enchanted he is by you. While you are finding pleasure in watching your love through the mirror, he is delighted by the feeling of his skin against yours. His lips travel along your jaw, neck and shoulder, letting you feel their softness all over. It’s like both of you are bathing in the pleasure of each other’s existence. 

“Don’t stop, keep going,” you whisper under your breath, unsure of why you’re even saying it. Seungyoun hadn’t left even the slightest impression of wanting to stop anytime soon. Still, it seems your words got him even more fired up, because his kisses turn into hickeys. He wraps his arms around your torso, clinging on to you while he scrapes his teeth along the side of your throat, sucking on it until you feel a stinging sensation. When he moves to the other side of your neck, you can clearly see the purple mark he left on your skin. You can’t help but feel the rush - the way he puts his lips on you, the way he burns you, like a kiss of fire.

The knot in your lower stomach is intensifying at a rapid pace under his burning touch. With every thrust, he invades you deeply, making both of you lose yourself completely in blissful desire. By the desperation in his movement, you can tell that both of you can tip over the edge any moment now.

You let go of his neck to cup his cheeks with your hands and he brings his hickeys to a halt to look up at you. His ears and cheeks are flushed a deep, red color and little pearls of sweat drip down his forehead, causing his messy hair to stick to his skin.

“Kiss me while we cum,” you breathe out.

You don’t need to ask him twice. Seungyoun presses his lips against yours again and soon you find his tongue brushing against yours. The vibrations of your combined moans against each other’s lips causes both of you to get delightful goosebumps and a little shiver goes down your spine.

Anguished moans begin to come from Seungyoun’s throat and you can feel him throbbing slightly inside of you. A few more times, he hammers himself into you entirely and so roughly it causes your vision to get completely blurred. Then one more loud cry escapes him and he plunges into you as deeply as possible.This final thrust is enough to push you over the edge and you come with him.

As you reach your climax, you cling so tightly to him it hurts. The wave of pleasure becomes vastly more intense because of the heavy pulsations of his cock inside you. You grip on to his hair, unable to moan or even breathe. Your whole body tenses up and trembles with pleasure and all you can do is gasp. Soft whimpers come from Seungyoun’s mouth as he feels how your walls continue to clench and pulsate around him for a moment after he’s already ridden out his orgasm. But it doesn’t stop him from stroking your hair and cooing gentle words to you.

When your body finally relaxes again, he strokes your cheek with a sweet, but tired smile, while you struggle to catch your breath. “Ssshh,” he coos softly and he presses his nose into your cheek, “Breathe for me baby.” You nod at him and try to take slow, deep breaths while stroking your fingers through his hair to calm down. You can’t help but look up at the mirror for a brief moment, seeing the two exhausted figures on the bed, both covered in sweat. But there is something intriguing about this sight. Despite their exhaustion, the two figures in the mirror look insanely happy, euphoric even. Their figures seem to be overflowing with affection and care as they lay in each other’s arms, reveling in each other’s presence.

You press your forehead against his and let out a satisfied little sigh. “I think we should buy ourselves a big mirror…” you say hazily.

#the happiest of birthdays to the bestests of boys #I'm not insane i swear #I'm totally fine and normal this is fine and normal #woodz smut #cho seungyoun smut #woodz fanfic #cho seungyoun fanfic #seungyoun smut #seungyoun fanfic

[chanis-banani]

Something New (m)

Pairing: Cho Seungyoun x fem!reader

Summary: Sometimes your boyfriend asking you blunt questions pays off for you in the end.

Word Count: 3.3k

Tags/Warnings: mature content (minors dni), pwfwp (porn with feelings without plot), oral sex (fem. receiving), established relationship, they are simps for each other, inexperienced!reader

Author’s Note: if you’ve been around on this blog at all, you’ll know this isn’t the typical sort of thing I post. I have no excuse other than the man makes me absolutely insane and I decided to be self-indulgent. Please read at your own risk.

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