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dreaamerwrites · 1 year

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[ JEALOUS ]

rating: PG couple: cho guesung x female reader request: "can i ask you to imagine cho gue sung if he gets jealous because of one of the other players?" tags: jealousy, cake, kangin shenanigans, making out in a hotel hallway lol note: reader has had a crush on guesung for a long time. she was starting to wonder if her feelings might be reciprocated while they were apart during the Qatar World Cup, but during a welcome back party for our KNT boys, guesung begins to act very, very strange. /

You realize something is wrong immediately.

You can’t quite put your finger on how you know. He’s standing on the other side of the room, several feet of carpet, appetizers, and rowdy footballers stretching out in the space between you two. Seungho is laughing at his side. Jinsu must’ve cracked a joke, because Guesung appears to be laughing too now. But…

But you can tell something is wrong.

Maybe it’s that tight set to his jaw. (You can see it clench and unclench, an unhappy habit you know he’s been trying to break for months now, per his dentist’s orders.) Or maybe it’s his arms, crossed over his chest. He’s standing broad; feet apart, shoulders squared. He looks half-ready to fight or bolt – and yet, still, he continues to laugh between Jinsu and Seungho. As if everything is fine, as if nothing’s wrong.

His eyes briefly flicker over. They meet yours. You frown at him, trying to ask and convey:

What’s wrong?

Guesung’s expression does not change as he looks away yet again.

“Noona, did you taste this yet?!”

Suddenly a fork comes in line with your vision.

You look to your left, startled. Kangin had been chatting animatedly by your side for the last few minutes but, with Guesung looking so off, you hadn’t been able to pay much attention to the boy. The Mallorca boy smiles down at you with a broad, earnest smile, all teeth and dimples, and you immediately soften.

“No, not yet,” you reply, leaning forward to take the bite of cake he offers to you. It tastes of blueberries and whipped cream. “Are you guys even allowed to eat stuff like this?”

“Of course,” Kangin’s grin grows even wider, a truly impossible feat. “It’s Day 1 of our vacation. I deserve this today. Isn’t it good?!”

The sweetness clings to you, both from the cake and the boy.

“Yes,” you laugh, shaking your head. “It’s very good.”

Pleased, Kangin moves to take another bite for himself now. He’s settled close to you, as he had been for the last hour…

(I’ve missed you, noona! he had exclaimed, as soon as he had found you waiting in the hotel suite, still adding the last finishing touches to the makeshift welcome party you and the rest of the Seoul-based staff had thrown together.

The day had been a hectic one – their flights delayed, the airport erupting into chaos, countless fans lining up outside the hotel where the team had intended to touch base before all going their separate ways. You had been a mess then, hair still up in a sloppy bun, a pile of knotted streamers in your hands. Kangin had nearly tackled you down with a hug regardless.

You should’ve come with us, he had whined, arms still tight around your waist. Qatar wasn’t the same without you!

Over his shoulder, at that moment, you had seen Guesung walk in, face gaunt, eyes tired. He had stopped briefly when he saw the spectacle before him – Kangin hugging you in a wild bear hug, walking you backwards and nearly knocking over a bowl of confetti in the process – before shaking his head and making his way immediately towards the bar cart.)

That had been one hour ago.

And now, Kangin is still pressed into your side, curled up beside you on one of the hotel suite loveseats – and Guesung…

Well, Guesung has still not even come to say hello.

You’re trying very hard not to take it personally. It isn't as if you have any claim on Guesung. He isn't even your boyfriend, after all. You're close of course. You're close with all of them really. But… but Guesung had been different. Had felt different.

Especially over the last few weeks, throughout the World Cup campaign. You two had been talking more than ever. Constant phone calls, constant texts. You had spoken to him more over the last few weeks while he was in Qatar than you had ever before.

(And when he’d fall asleep, mid-sentence, mumbling to you over the phone about just wanting to do well, to make everyone happy, to make you feel proud of him… well, was it wrong for your heart to have flipped at the promise? Was it wrong to start to wonder if, for the first time in years, that perhaps your feelings weren’t so one-sided after all?)

You did well, Guesung. I missed you. I’m proud of you, Guesung. I missed you.

You had had so many things to tell him in-person and yet, now, you can’t even find the courage to approach him from across this very hotel room.

Was it possible for someone to feel far away, even while in the same room? How had he managed to feel even closer, when he had been oceans away before?

“You wanna know a secret, noona?” Kangin suddenly asks.

He’s pressed to your side, radiating a comforting kind of heat that briefly distracts you from how strange Guesung has been all evening.

You force yourself into a brief, small smile before turning to look at Kangin again. He has a small smudge of whipped cream on his Cupid’s bow. He looks as soft, kind, and sweet as ever. A boy, enjoying his cake, just happy to be here at all.

“Sure,” you can’t help but laugh, reaching over to wipe the cream from his lips with your thumb, endeared. He blushes sheepishly at the action, licking at his lips afterwards. This time, you press your shoulder into his instead, laughing teasingly. “What’s the secret, kid?”

This gets him back on track.

Momentarily forgetting his sheepishness, Kangin straightens up, sitting broad in the loveseat with you, shoulder firm against yours. He gives you an owlish, knowing look.

“I’ve been conducting an experiment,” he says, very matter-of-factly.

You raise a brow, licking the icing off your thumb. Kangin doesn’t bat an eye.

“You see, when we were at the airport, some of the hyungs were all making fun of… someone,” he raises a brow right back at you, all swagger now, as if he wasn’t just caught with frosting on his lip. “They all knew you’d be here, waiting for us when we got back, ya’know.”

You’re not quite sure where this is going.

“They were making fun of him, saying that… that someone would probably be soOOOooOo happy to see you,” Kangin hums, clearly pleased with himself. “He tried to deny it the whole trip. Said it wasn’t a big deal. Said he just wanted to see you just like everyone else. Said it wasn’t like that.”

Wasn’t like that. Suddenly your heart is caught in your throat.

“Kangin,” your smile falters.

Kangin’s expression transforms from faux swagger to warm encouragement in a split second. He sets his cake down onto the coffee table and, hands free now, shifts even closer to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“I needed to call bullshit,” he smiles warmly, no malice lacing his words whatsoever. Just pure kindness and laughter. He radiates so much softness that you can’t even admonish him for swearing. “I wanted to make them acknowledge that: nope, this is exactly like that.”

Kangin squeezes your shoulder firmly, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Noona, you deserve someone who will be honest about their feelings. You deserve someone who will be proud to have you in their life and who will fight to keep you always.”

(Just want you to be proud of me, Guesung had murmured sleepily on the fourth night.

His voice had sounded far away on the phone. You had pressed the receiver closer to your ear. You could catch what he said next just barely. It came so soft and sleep found him so quickly after that you wondered if you had dreamt it all.

Just want you to want me too, he had whispered. Just want you.)

“So I started wondering, ya’know. If this guy can’t even be brave enough to tell his friends that he likes you, then will he ever be brave enough to deserve you?” Kangin continues, this time more flippantly than before. His gaze flickers over to the side of your head but he holds you still, does not let you look away. “So I needed to run a little experiment.”

Suddenly Guesung is standing before you.

This time, Kangin lets you look up, look away. Lets you look up into Guesung’s face, to find his expression pinched and unhappy, his big hand brushing Kangin’s off of your shoulder with focused intent.

Guesung grabs your arm and lifts you up and off the couch.

“We’re going,” Guesung grits out. “Now.”

“Guess I know my answer now,” Kangin laughs loudly, a full-bodied laugh. You can see he has some whipped cream still left on his chin, too, that you hadn’t noticed before.

You glance between the young boy and Guesung in confusion – but Guesung doesn’t give you a chance to squeak out another question.

He leaves behind a laughing Kangin and pulls you further and further away, his hand firm on your arm, fingers pressing into your skin as he pulls you through the crowd of people, his steps so wide that you nearly trip over your own feet to keep up with him.

Heungmin is laughing now, just as loudly, and you can see Jinsu and Seungho doubled over in the corner.

Guesung does not spare anyone a second glance.

He does not even spare you a glance until you’re out, finally, standing in the hotel hallway, the suite room slamming closed behind you. Your back hits the wall.

“I’m – what – what’s going on – ” you sputter, Guesung’s hand still tight around your arm. “Guesung, you’re hurting me.”

He drops his hand immediately, as if burned. Still, he does not look at you. He stares down at his hand instead. His chest is heaving and his expression has morphed from frustrated anger to one of disbelief, as he stares down at his palm. He clenches it closed into a fist, his knuckles white.

Just want you to want me too.

“Sorry, I’m – I’m sorry,” Guesung is muttering now, voice low and gravelly. Thick with something uncomfortable. “I shouldn't have – sorry, I grabbed you. I shouldn’t have – ”

You can hear the party even through the thick hotel room door that separates you from the rowdy footballers. You can almost hear Kangin laughing, still.

Be brave, he’d probably tell you.

Be brave, he’d probably tell the both of you in this hallway.

Slowly, you raise your hand to cover Guesung’s closed fist. His hand is so big, compared to yours, that you can barely cover half of it. You raise your other as well. Cradling his fist in both of your hands, you smooth your thumbs over his clenched knuckles. You can feel him shiver at the touch and finally, finally… you buck up the courage to look up.

To look at him.

Guesung stares down at you, towering over you with his height. He blocks out the hotel light behind him, still breathing heavily, shoulders shaking, and, for once, all you can see is him. The hotel room, the laughter, the party: everything fades away. There is only you, and there is only him.

The silence is deafening.

His mouth is pressed into a thin line. His expression is still unreadable, guarded and unhappy, but the beauty mark just below his eye is so endearing that you can’t help but soften, despite yourself.

For the first time that evening, you think you may finally understand what was wrong all along.

I miss you, his eyes seem to scream. I missed you!

You let go of his hand to reach up to cradle his face carefully instead.

“It’s okay,” you whisper into the silence of the hotel hallway. “Don’t be sorry.”

Be brave!

“I missed you too,” you admit quietly.

The change in his expression comes so swiftly that you can barely register it before he crushes you against him. He presses your face into his broad chest and wraps his muscled arms around you tightly, desperately. He holds you so close that your own chest rises and falls with each breath he takes. His breath is warm and harsh against your ear, a faint whine of unhappiness rising up when you wiggle in his arms, trying to free your own arms so that you can wrap them around him. Only when your arms circle his waist does he finally let out a ragged, relieved sigh.

Still, he does not let you go.

“I hated it. All of it,” he mutters into your hair. “Everything in there. I'm sorry. I hated that Kangin was the first one you saw. I hated that he was with you all night. I hated that we didn’t speak and that you didn’t look at me and that you were looking at him and –”

He’s rambling now, all nonsense and tight breaths.

You smooth your hand down his back. Follow the curve and dip of his spine. Rub soothing circles into the base. He seems to melt into you at the touch, though he’s careful not to rest his weight onto you.

You don’t think you’d mind it, really. You tug him closer, still.

“I didn’t know,” you whisper back quietly. “I’m sorry too.”

This stops the rambling.

Guesung seems to go still in your arms. And then, unwillingly, reluctantly, he slowly pulls back. His hands are locked behind your back so neither of you can go very far, but he pulls back just enough to get a better look at your face. You’re not sure what you look like. Your hair feels like a mess, from being pressed up against him just now, and you’re sure you’re flushed as well – but…

But Guesung looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

And, damn, if he isn't the most beautiful thing you've ever seen as well.

His mouth is red and his cheeks are flushed. He stares down at you with such intensity that you want to squirm under his gaze, but still he holds you in place. You swallow. His hair has come loose, the pomade softening, and a few strands fall into his forehead. You want to push them back. You want to hold him closer. You want him to…

“You didn’t know?” Guesung asks softly, breaking your train of thought.

You shake your head slowly. He licks his lips. Watches you watch him too.

“You didn’t know that I’ve missed you like hell for the last few months? You didn’t know that the first person I wanted to see after our Portugal match... was you?”

Guesung’s gaze never leaves yours.

This time, you do shiver.

“You wanted to see me first?” you reply shakily, a slight tremor in your voice.

Guesung sweeps one hand up from your waist to the side of your neck. Normally he runs cold, you know, but today he is warm, skin hot against yours. His thumb smooths over the slope of your jaw, the touch purposeful and tender.

“I always want to see you first,” he replies, just as shakily, his voice giving him away.

You cannot hear Kangin laughing anymore. You do not hear anything but the sound of Guesung’s soft voice and your own heart thumping loudly in your chest. It’s time to be brave now.

“Good,” you reply.

You tilt your face up to Guesung. And then, staring into his eyes, you lift yourself up onto your tippy toes, rest your hands on his shoulders, and lean up and into him.

When your lips find his, the first kiss is unbearably soft.

A barely there brush of your lips at first – but then there's a second, and then a third.

By the fourth, Guesung is hungry as he pushes you back further against the wall, one leg slotting between yours, his big hand cupping your cheek to tilt your mouth up and open for him even more.

“Missed you,” you murmur between kisses, his tongue catching your bottom lip. You shiver when his other hand stops at the small of your back, thumb sweeping across the stretch of skin there that appears as your shift lifts just slightly. “So proud of you. ‘M so proud of you. Wanted to tell you all night.”

He shakes in your arms at this, holding you closer, his thigh warm between your legs.

“Proud of me?” he mumbles back, pressing another kiss at the corner of your mouth, nose brushing against yours. “Missed me?”

You nod, dizzy now, breathless as he kisses you in earnest. Your hand finds its way into his hair and you give the strands a light tug, pulling him back slightly. When he tilts back, you can see him clearly now. Mouth wet, pink with your lip balm, his hair even more mussed than before. He’s heaving now, chest rising and falling with each desperate breath.

You can taste that cake still – blueberries and whipped cream clinging to the backs of your teeth – but you can taste Guesung too, you think. You lick your lips.

He seems to melt at the sight.

He sags against you, pressed firmly against you, wedging you between his thighs and the cool wall behind you.

“Did you really?” he leans closer, pressing his forehead to yours.

For someone who just kissed you as if their life depended on it, a flash of uncertainty shines in his eyes.

Oh, Guesung…

You decide to be brave enough for the both of you.

“I did. I’m so proud of you. And I missed you so much,” you answer steadily. Your hand in his hair is gentle. You brush the strands back slowly, carefully. Breathe in his cologne and let yourself get dizzy with it. “Wanted you. So much.”

Guesung looks dizzy himself.

He nudges his nose against yours. You’re sure the position must be uncomfortable for him, towering so high above you but leaning down so that he can reach you, like this. He does not seem to care. The uncertainty in his eyes seems to be fading now.

“Really? You wanted – want me?” he clears his throat. Presses himself closer to you, all heat between your legs, shuddering when your fingers card through his hair, nails grazing the nape of his neck. He tries to laugh shakily. “Even more than Kangin?”

The joke catches you so off guard that you let out a helpless, breathless laugh.

“Is that really a question?” you ask, looking down at the predicament you two are in briefly before looking back up at Guesung. Do you see this right now? is what you should really be asking. Instead, you decide to humor him. “Of course more than Kangin. More than anyone else. Always. I wouldn’t be out here kissing Kangin like this!”

This seems to appease him.

He crowds against you even closer, nuzzling your nose with his, sneaking a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Good,” he murmurs. “Only kiss me like this. Only want me. I know I only want you.”

You know there will be lengthy conversations after this. You know the two of you will need to discuss your feelings properly – will need to iron this out and speak like adults, rather than kiss-drunk kids who want only to be wrapped up in each other’s arms. You know that that will all come...

But for now, you let yourself have this.

Be brave.

“Only want you,” you promise, voice soft. Reassuring. Guesung is warm and solid in your arms.

He is everything you could ask for at that moment.

He is everything you could ask for always.

“I promise.”

Bonus cut:

Several minutes later, after a few more lengthy, hungry kisses:

Guesung fixes his hair, ruffling the strands between his fingers, as he gazes at you thoughtfully. You raise a brow at him, as you readjust your shirt, trying to tuck it back in from where he had pulled it loose.

“What is it?”

He purses his lips, a curious look in his eyes.

“You tasted like… blueberries. Do you always taste like berries?”

You pause.

And then, schooling your expression into the most neutral one you can manage, you sniff: “Did you get to try the cake we got for you guys? It’s blueberries and cream. …Kangin fed me some. Didn’t you see – ”

(Really, you both had tried to straighten yourselves out in vain. What was even the point of trying to straighten out your shirt again?)

You yelp when Guesung reels you back in, big hands immediately grabbing onto your hips as he pulls you closer, staring at your mouth with intent, chasing you for another kiss.

“I’ll kiss it away. Gonna kiss you til you taste like me instead,” he growls roughly, mouth open and wet against yours.

You can only laugh into the kiss in agreement.

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bambikisss · 1 year

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Anything for you / C.Guesung

Characters: Cho Guesung (SK soccer player #9)

A/N: this is honestly smut with no plot, lol. I wanted to push something out for Mr. Guesung.

Warnings: Shower sex, lots of ass slapping (in my head, he's an ass guy), oral (both receiving), slight public sex, unprotected sex

"Five more minutes"

You sighed as your boyfriend wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as he could as he shrugged in the sheets. You looked down at him, fixing his hair the best you could as you tried to reason with him, explaining that he had a game today and that he should start getting ready before the captain called him angry. You didn't want to hear from the captain later about him being late and you not dragging him out of bed despite his whines and wishes.

Your boyfriend didn't seem to care as he pulled you to lay back down in the hotel room bed, kissing your forehead as he pleaded for more time. He wasn't tired from practicing last night; he was tired because he stayed up late fucking you into the mattress. You tried to plead once more before deciding to just get ready yourself, slipping from his grasp to start the shower. As you began to look through the suitcase to pick what you wore to the game that day, Guesung sat up in the bed, giving up on sleeping more. "You know, I don't see why you're up so early," he yawned. "You don't have to be at the stadium until later."

You placed your outfit onto the spare bed, making your way over to kiss his bare chest, your boyfriend pulling you so you were in between his legs so he could lay his forehead against your stomach. "I know, but I wanna look good and if I wait any longer I'll end up procrastinating." Guesung nodded, placing a kiss onto your stomach before running his hands up and down your thighs, his kisses slowly moving around your stomach. You let your hands move into his hair as you let him enjoy the moment, knowing that he wouldn't be able to see you until half-time. He was always so affectionate with you; buying you lots of flowers daily and telling you multiple times throughout the day how much he loves you. He makes the most of what time he has with you in front of him until you have to leave him again. And as much as he wanted to keep you with him at all times, he knew you had work so accepted the current long-distance relationship status of your relationship.

"The shower must be warm by now." You tugged a bit on his hair so he'd look up at you, moaning softly when he bit your stomach, licking his bite mark before looking up at you. He wanted nothing more than to just toss you back onto the bed and start up what he started last night but knew you wouldn't let him. You were right, as per usual.

His hands moved up to grab a fistful of your ass before slapping it, lurching up to connect his lips with yours as you moaned. "You drive me crazy, baby," he tore off his underwear as he pulled you towards the shower, your lips still connected. You tried to pull back to speak only for him to cut you off, helping you into the shower before following after you. He pressed you against the shower wall, picking you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck to help support you as he dove into your neck, his hands gripping your hips as he ground himself into you.

"Babe, we gotta shower. You gotta-fuck-get ready."

Guesung didn't move from your neck, his hands reaching out to grab the first shower soap he touched, pouring it all over your conjoined bodies. Once he considered he poured enough, he moved to kiss you again, washing the both of you as he grabbed at your body. You pulled back to toss your head against the wall as he groped at your breasts, smacking them as he looked up at you. He loved making love to you in the shower; to him, it was more intimate than on the bed. You would hold onto each other and have your bodies so close to one another as the echoes of your moans filled the room. It drove him crazy.

"You look so pretty, baby," he chuckled, pushing into you slowly, making you moan louder and dig your nails into his shoulder. He bit his lip, loving the way you clenched around him. When he filled you up, he kissed you, his hips moving at a steady pace. You continued to dig your nails into his shoulder as his hips moved faster, your hands slipping down his back to drag your nails up his back, making him moan loudly. He didn't care if his teammates saw, he would honestly wear it like a badge of honor. "You feel so fucking good, baby. You're taking me so fucking well."

"Guesung, fuck, baby." You tried to muffle your moans into his shoulder, your boyfriend's hips moving faster as he picked you up from the wall, using his strength to hold you up under the shower water as he pounded into you. He grunted loudly as he moaned his name, gripping his biceps as he moved faster. He couldn't fathom words as he felt the knot in his stomach begin to unravel, picking you up to take you both out of the shower, quickly bending you over the sink where he began to fuck you as hard as he could, making you scream his name. "That's it, baby, scream my name. Scream my name while you cum on my big dick." You gripped the sink as you came, Guesung following along right afterward. He lurched forward and rested his chest against you, kissing along your shoulder as you both tried to catch your breaths. You looked up to meet his eyes in the mirror, a laugh coming from his lips before he leaned down to kiss your lips. "You're going to be in trouble, babe."

"I will not be-" he paused when his phone went off, a familiar ringtone filling the space. He quickly pulled out before rushing to put on his practice and game clothes, apologizing in a rushed tone before quickly running out with his game bag to meet the team at the bus outside. You laughed before deciding to clean up, setting up the surprise you had for him later. It was your anniversary, so you wanted to surprise him with a nice massage and dinner. Once the roses, oil, and other things were placed around the room, it was time for you to head to the stadium. You checked your outfit before meeting with the other significant others in the car, heading to the stadium.

~*~

You enjoyed half-time more than any part of the game (besides the parts when Guesung's team scored). It was when you could get some food and much-needed water to soothe your throat from cheering. You could also see Guesung as the team began to make their way to the locker rooms. As you began to gather your bags to join them, a soccer player from the opposite team came up to you, smacking the barricade to get your attention. He smirked as you asked him if he needed anything, his hand moving to grab your wrist before pulling you close to him. You were startled and tried to remove his hand, the player's grip becoming tighter as he tried to convince you to come with him. It annoyed you that he was not only gripping you as hard as possible but he wanted you to come with him when you knew he had a whole wife and like seven kids.

"Let her go."

You turned to face your boyfriend who had come out to see why you weren't with the group of significant others, pissed to now see an opponent grabbing his girlfriend like that. The opponent let go smirking before bumping his shoulder, walking away to join his team. Guesung said nothing to you as he picked up your bag, walking with you to the locker room area. He stopped you from entering the room where everyone else was, pulling you to an empty locker room nearby. He locked the door, pressing you against the door as his lips met yours in a messy kiss, his hands moving to grab your thighs as his tongue moved to meet yours. "He shouldn't have touched you" he growled, his fingers digging into your thighs as he moved you to sit on one of the benches, dropping to his knees where he pushed up your dress. You ran a hand through his hair as he pulled your underwear off, placing your thighs onto his shoulders as he smirked at you. "What are you going to do about it, hmm?" You loved playing into his jealous side, knowing he would fuck you hard.

Guesung stuck his tongue out before moving forward to lick up your slick slowly, his eyes never breaking eye contact with yours, moaning softly. He then pulled you closer to his mouth, fully licking and sucking your folds, making you toss your head back. You grabbed your breasts, moaning as he messily ate you out, moaning against you as he watched you. "Ride my tongue baby. Lemme fuck this pussy."

As you began to move your hips against his face, he picked you up by your thighs so that you could ride his face more, his tongue moving faster as he continued to moan. The bottom half of his face began to become covered in your wetness, making you moan loudly at the sight. "I'm going to cum, baby" you whined, tossing your head back as he grabbed your breasts, pulling you so he laid on the floor and you were now fully seated on his face. He smacked your ass to entice you to ride his tongue, your eyes rolling back when you came. He rubbed your shaking thighs, waiting till you calmed down before helping you to sit back on the bench. He wiped his mouth, helping you clean up your appearance before kissing you slowly. When you asked him what that was all about, he only shrugged, sticking his tongue out playfully before you shoved him, laughing. "Come on, let's go join everyone." You held his hand as he led you to the locker room, everyone non the wiser to what you both had been up to.

~*~

"Close your eyes!" "Babe, come on, I just wanna see."

You stood in front of the hotel room door, stopping him from entering the key until he covered his eyes. He sighed, giving in to you and closing his eyes, making you smile. You put the key in and led him inside, closing the door then took his bags from him. You then told him to open his eyes, letting him see the room all decorated. He had complained about how much he craved a massage for so long, so you decided that you were going to be the one to give it to him.

He thanked you before stripping down and taking a quick shower, which allowed you to change into a set of sexy red lingerie; the top cups pushing your breasts up a bit higher than usual, along with a lace red thong. You covered it up with one of his t-shirts, smiling at your appearance before turning down the lights to your liking. Once you finished, he emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair wet. "You outdid yourself, babe" He walked over to press a kiss to your cheek before laying down on the bed on his stomach, allowing you to straddle his thighs to start massaging his back. You smirked at the small noises he was making as you massaged his knots, allowing your nails to scrape down his back just the way he liked. Your boyfriend gripped the pillow as he turned his head to look back at you, his free hand moving to squeeze your thigh.

"If this is the kind of treatment I get for winning my game, I'll take it any day." You rolled your eyes before having him flip over, massaging his shoulders before moving down his chest slowly, you leaning down to press kisses along it. He let a hand go into your hair, licking his lips as you moved down his body, his free hand moving to remove his towel to show his hard dick. You held back a giggle as he tapped your cheek with his dick, ushering you to open your mouth.

"I think this part of me deserves some attention too." He smiled, holding back a moan as you let the dick go down your throat. He tossed his head back as you moved his head up and down, his eyes closing shut as you moaned around his dick. He licked his lips, wetting them as he moaned out your name, his hips bucking as you began to play with his balls. You always thought he look pretty while you both had sex; his eyes closed, his head tossed back and his lips occasionally parting to let out his loud moans.

"Come here baby, come on," he helped you move up to his mouth, kissing you as he gripped your ass, moving to have you sink into him. He pulled back to smile up at you as you began to bounce on him, biting his bottom lip. His hands gripped your ass to help you move, his lips moving to kiss your stomach. He couldn't help but touch you as much as he could, yearning to touch you as much as possible as he felt you clench around him. He stopped you before moving so you were on your back, pushing your legs up to your breasts. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me, babe." He whispered, moving his hips slowly as he pressed his forehead against yours, smirking as you moaned.

He continued murmuring on how much he loved you, speeding up as you got louder, gripping the sheets as you pulled him down for a messy kiss to muffle your moans. He lets your legs wrap around his waist as he begins to move his hips as fast as possible, biting your bottom lip as he mumbled almost drunkenly, "I'm gonna cum so fucking much, gonna fill up my fucking baby. Love my baby so goddam much." He gasped as you bit his bottom lip, digging your nails into his back as he came, his lips studdering to press against yours. He breathed heavily as he kissed all over your face, his hand slipping down to play with your clit, begging for you to cum. There was something else you loved about him: he always wanted you to cum.

He moaned as you came, pressing his lips against yours as you both shuddered. You sighed against his lips, rubbing his back as he moved to kiss all over your body, murmuring praises before falling beside you. He leaned over to drape an arm over your body, kissing your cheek as you moved closer to his warmth.

"I goddam love you" you turned to kiss him, Guesung kissing back sweetly, a pink tint coming to his cheeks. "You know I love you too, babe. I'd do anything for you."

"Anything like taking me to the bathroom?" He chuckled at your request, groaning before picking you up, taking you to the bathroom, smacking your ass in the process. "Anything for you."

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His Adrenaline

Pairing: Cho Guesung x idol!gn!reader

Genre: Fluff!

Tags: Football!Guesung, World Cup, South Korea vs Ghana, established relationship, softness all over please

Parts: 1 | 2

Just beyond the tunnels, the shouts of fans echoed through, muffled by the growing distance from the exit to the field. Energizing as always for both teams that will be setting foot on the grass.

The few times in his life, Guesung has grown nervous. Each was for different reasons with different consequences. From the first club he joined since the beginning of his career to Jeonbuk Hyundai Club; meeting you and giving you the biggest sunshine of a smile when you've finally agreed to his invitation to a date; and finally, being part of representing his nation through one of the biggest events of the world: the FIFA World Cup 2022.

This was the second match of the event - his coach, Paulo Bento, had seen his spur of great performance from the last few minutes of the first game. To think he'd make it this far and attend a game from the very beginning? His excitement and nervousness had you engulfing him into a hug. One so tight that he almost bled into you. You couldn't bring yourself from feeling any less than he did.

"Quick, quick! The cameras are about to show up!" You exlaimed as you pulled his hand as he made his way towards his team. With quick short greetings, all the players greeted you with warm smiles - already loving you much of a sibling of their own. The mere honor, respect and newfound love you had for every player that will play or sit aside for substitution had no limits. The traded adoration and protection to one another went unspoken.

"Please don't tire him before the match already," Wooyoung briefly remarked, causing Guesung to whine out in protest. Your own blush didn't hide at the words, knowing full well what he meant. But just because pulling him aside, it surely did not mean for only that matter. Besides, the entire other team of Ghana had begun to leave their locker room, making their way towards the other side of the tunnel. You doubted you can get to anything even at the approaching minutes of the match. You and Guesung traded nods and greetings to the African players: a form of respect you could never keep away from showing to anyone.

Finally turning to you, you've pulled his hands that clasped around your own to your chin. His knuckles brushed your jaw, unable to hide the anxiousness within his eyes, albeit with some excitement. "Promise me that no matter what happens out there, whether you win or lose, you will still carry on. Your perseverance, your might, just as with your team will be dominating the field no matter. Trust in yourself." You pulled a hand away and placed it to his jaw.

The softness of his skin, the tell-tale sign of a clean shave from only this morning. You couldn't help but let your thumb to brush and caress the softness. His own hand moved from your clasped one and wrapped it gently around your wrist. Holding your hand in place, he turned his head and placed a gentle kiss of his lips to your palm. A silent promise. "Always, baby."

Your own grin grew, finally pulling away, however not before planting a soft kiss to his sharp cheekbone. Redness crept to his cheeks and ears, hyper aware of those that surround them but none made any comments. Easily, he melted back into your space.

"Cameras almost in!" Heechan shouted out from somewhere up the front. The lines began to form. Soon enough, the young children will be here to guide the players out to the field.

"You can do this!" You reassured him as you began to step away.

"If he doesn't, I'll be losing my wing man." The sound of Heungnim went past you. He slid to you with a quick side hug and a ruffle of your hair. Briefly protesting, you only laughed at his brotherly love. The Captain grabbed Guesung's arm. "Time to go."

You began to distance yourself further down the hall towards the exit of the tunnel, never leaving your eyes from the joy and victor of your life. Before he turned around, Guesung sent you a wink towards your direction. You're own smile grew in acknowledgement. A feeling in your stomach almost sickening you in the best way possible. One thing you cannot seem to get rid off throughout your relationship with him for as long as it has been present.

"Camera up in 3... 2... 1!"

You were out of the view by then, having your way made towards the VIP section, ready to watch the events unfold as your boyfriend brings joy to the nation.

The spectacles and fascination drew you to the preparation of the match, the teams standing to their anthems and being cheered on throughout the match. The shouts of the crowd unmatched as they dominate and push their players on.

For you, he set the field ablaze. For you, you are and always will be his adrenaline.

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