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thru-the-grapevine · 10 months

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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.

“Have you ever thought about letting me eat you out?”

You cough, nearly choking on your own tongue, and drop your phone against your boyfriend’s chest.

You lift your head from Seungyoun’s shoulder and look at him, incredulous. “What?”

Seungyoun glances at you, shooting you a brief little smile before continuing to scroll his phone.

“Letting me go down on you,” he clarifies, confirming you had somehow, in fact, heard him right after all.

You blink several times, brain mysteriously empty.

“I…uh,” you finally stammer.

You’ve been with Seungyoun long enough to know that he likes to be blunt and face things head-on, no beating around the bush. It does catch you by surprise, though, anytime it’s about something intimate.

The plain look on his face is indication enough that this question is par for the course with him. “Didn’t know if it was on the list of stuff you were interested in trying.”

He’s known since before you started seeing each other that you’re inexperienced, never having any real interest in sex until you met him. He’s taken this very well, been exceedingly patient and a perfect sweetheart with you. He always cheerfully answers your shy questions in a way that doesn’t embarrass you for being curious, and loves going along with your hesitant experimentation whenever you like.

You haven’t experimented far beyond heavy makeout sessions, beyond dry humping and hands under shirts, but where your timidity has stopped you in real life, your imagination has run rampant. So in all honesty, you have thought about Seungyoun eating you out. You’ve had no courage whatsoever to say anything about it, but the thought of his mouth on you has come to mind more and more often lately. Little daydreams of your hands in his hair, your thighs clamped around his head, of an unfamiliar pleasure that might possibly be better than your own fingers or shower head.

The way he’s smiling at you makes you pretty sure he knows what you’ve been thinking from your facial expressions.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you mumble, halfheartedly thumping your hand against his chest.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Seungyoun laughs. “I’m the one who asked.”

“Why did you?” You ask, watching him closely.

He shrugs a shoulder, turning his smile back to his phone. “Because I’ve been thinking about it.”

Oh. Something funny quivers in your stomach, heat like lava pooling low. He’s been thinking about it, too. Been thinking about spreading your legs and lowering his head to—

“You—I…” You try to start a thought several times, then realize you have none.

His smile only widens. He keeps scrolling his phone, looking cool as a cucumber, which isn’t fair.

“You have?” You finally finish weakly.

He looks up from his phone to meet your gaze.

“I have,” he says.

Your brain doesn’t know what to do with this information. “You….but….”

He tilts his head slightly. “But?”

“Why—” You cut off, squirming a little. “I…why would you be thinking about it?”

“Because I want to do it?” He sounds amused and puzzled.

“I—but, like. Why would…?” You ask, looking anywhere but at him.

“Ah,” he murmurs, realization in his voice. When you look back up at him, his eyes are sparkling, gaze too fond for what comes out of his mouth.

“You make the cutest little noises when you're getting yourself off in my lap. I need to be the reason you make them, on purpose this time.”

A bolt of pure lust hits you right in the stomach, air stalling in your lungs. You shiver, toes curling.

“Ah,” you croak.

The corners of his eyes are crinkling. You look away from him, trying to remember to breathe evenly. “And that’s….good, for you?”

He snorts. “Oh, yes. A lot. Very much.”

“…I see,” you say.

He grins, his gaze landing on your mouth. “Hm? You like that?”

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the liquid heat simmering low in your belly. “A…a little.”

His gaze only makes you hotter. “Yeah? A little?”

“Okay, maybe a lot,” you say, voice raspier than usual.

“Hm.” He studies your face for a long moment, smile rather pleased. Then he winks at you and goes back to his phone. “Good.”

You blink at him in disbelief for a long moment.

“That’s…that’s all?” You ask.

He glances at you. “All?”

“I—you were just…” you flounder for a moment. “Just…asking?”

He shrugs a shoulder. “Yeah. Just asking. Good to know.”

“…Oh,” you say.

He glances at you, eyebrows raising in curiosity at your tone. Then he smiles, looking so mischievous that your face burns.

“Did you want it to be something else?” He asks, and his voice is low and silky, brushing smooth like a caress.

Well, you had. Being found out makes you ten shades of embarrassed. You suppose you weren’t exactly subtle, though.

“You are the worst,” you grumble.

Seungyoun grins, plucking your phone from your hand and setting it aside with his and gathering you close to him, until you’re curled up nose-to-nose.

“I am,” he murmurs, gleeful. He looks down at your mouth. “So you’re interested in trying it?”

You swallow hard, settling your hands on his chest. “I…I mean, yes, but…”

The little trails of warmth his fingertips are drawing along the side of your neck are distracting, as is the molten warmth of his eyes.

“But?” He prompts, patient and soft.

Your voice won’t rise above a whisper. “But maybe we, uh….work our way up to it, like. It’s just…”

The thought of diving right in immediately, no matter how interested you are in it, sets little panic bells off in your head.

“…Scary, if we just…go for it,” you breathe, face burning.

His smirk softens into a sweet smile. He nuzzles his nose against yours reassuringly.

“‘Course, love. Defeats the purpose if you’re scared,” he says, and you know by his tone he really means it.

You let out a soft little sigh, more relieved than you realized. He’s always so good about taking things at your pace; it’s wonderful.

Seungyoun gazes at your mouth, lifting a hand and running his thumb along your lower lip. “What if I showed you here what it would be like first? And we can stop there if you want.”

Oh. You glance down at his lips as he talks, mind racing. He wants to give your mouth head. That’s…hmmm. If it was possible to be any more turned on, you would be. You swallow thickly, curling your fingers into his shirt.

“Okay,” you whisper.

He looks back up into your eyes, as though gauging your confirmation. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” you say, nodding a little.

He studies you for another second, then nods once, gazing back down at your mouth. “Is now a good time?”

“Well, let me check my schedule,” you deadpan, and he laughs.

The smile lingers on his lips as he leans in even closer, thumb teasing your lower lip until your mouth parts slightly.

Your hands grip tighter in his shirt when he brushes his mouth over yours, feather-light. A faint kiss at the corner of your mouth, the soft graze of his lips to the other corner, another light kiss. Careful, gentle kisses pecked across your mouth, then the fleeting drag of his tongue on your lower lip.

You gasp against his mouth at the feeling, and he leans in closer, kissing you properly. Each kiss is a long, slow draw, the pressure of his mouth firmer and firmer.

A little noise escapes the back of your throat when his tongue delves carefully into your mouth and back out. He hums, quiet and appreciative. His hands glide from your jaw into your hair as he kisses you, cupping the base of your skull, the nape of your neck, keeping you in place.

He tilts his head slightly and latches his mouth over your upper lip. A shiver wracks through you as his tongue draws along it, tracing your Cupid’s bow with the tip of his tongue before flicking over it gently, back and forth, then in tight circles. Your whole body flushes with blistering heat at the implication, a whimper lodging in your throat. You try to muffle the noise by closing your mouth over his lower lip, pulling on it with awkward suction.

A low groan resonates in his chest. He seals his mouth over yours again, licking hungrily into you. It’s a little different than when he’s used his tongue before. More curious, exploratory. Slow, purposeful strokes of his tongue deep into your mouth, in and out.

It occurs to you in an instant what he’s simulating. Your insides liquefy into boiling honey, raw want clawing through you as you moan shakily into his mouth. You lift your hands to his head, weaving your fingers into his hair and holding on for dear life. He moans at the pressure, tongue stroking along yours deliberately slowly, making you shiver.

He continues at a leisurely pace, pausing to nip and suck playfully at one lip or the other, until you lose all track of time, your mind hazy with need. If it’s anything like this, anything at all, then you want it ten thousand times more now. When he thrusts his tongue into you again, you suck at it shyly, and something like a growl vibrates in his chest. He pulls you even closer, grinding his mouth over yours, tongue probing deeper with each thrust, drawing little moans from you.

When he finally wrenches his mouth from yours, you’re both panting. You gaze at him, chest heaving.

Seungyoun looks ravenous with want. Eyes dark, locked in on you, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. His lips are swollen from going to work on you.

“So can I try that sometime?” He asks, hoarse.

You want him to try it now. Something. Anything. You’re aching, dazed half-stupid by the kiss and what it implied. To your mortification, only a whimper leaves your throat when you try to respond.

He seems to understand, because his hands go to your hips and yank you closer, knee nudging between yours, giving you the pressure of his leg against where you ache. You sob in relief, and he swallows the sound, crushing his mouth over yours and kissing you like he won’t get the chance again.

You kiss him back desperately, moaning into his mouth when his hand tightens on your hip and drags you hard along his thigh. After so long with nothing, the sensation is exquisite. You copy the movement without assistance, and you feel the rock-solid evidence that he’s affected too against your hip.

His tongue dragging against yours reminds you why you’re this worked up in the first place.

“Please, Seungyoun, just—” you whimper against his lips. “Your mouth, I…please—”

Seungyoun immediately rolls you onto your back, kissing an urgent path down your body, his mouth hot on you even through the fabric of your shirt.

His fingers curl in the waistband of your sweatpants, backs of his knuckles brushing against your skin. He looks up at you.

“Sure?” He asks.

You nod vigorously, panting.

A couple of rushed yanks, and your sweatpants are at your ankles. You kick them off as Seungyoun braces his hands on your knees, fingers inching towards your inner thighs. He looks at you questioningly.

“Still good?”

You squirm, impatient. “Yes, just—”

He parts your legs, guiding you to rest a knee over his shoulder. He turns his head and presses a kiss just above your knee, sending a bolt like white-hot electricity over your skin.

He trails searing kisses up your thigh while his hand coasts up the other, making your hips jolt when the tip of his thumb grazes over the seat of your underwear. You whine when he draws the pad of his thumb up and down, a firm pressure on the dampening fabric.

He looks up at you, the hot drift of his mouth on your leg intoxicating as he plays with you. He pinches some of the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, pulling lightly.

“Off?”

You groan, wriggling your hips. “I swear, stop asking and just do it, or—”

You squeak and jerk in surprise when Seungyoun bites at your inner thigh, a little flash of pleasurable pain.

“Don’t be a brat,” he murmurs against your skin.

You swallow hard, muscles suddenly weak as jelly. “…Fine. Yes, off.”

He eases your leg from his shoulder and sits up to remove your underwear. A sudden wave of nerves hits you unbidden as the fabric slips down over your knees. You’ve never been exposed like this to anyone before. Your legs snap shut of their own accord, tucking your knees closer to you as you purse your lips, feeling timid and ashamed.

Seungyoun immediately senses the shift. “Do we need to stop?”

Panic that this could be where it ends bubbles up in you. You immediately shake your head. “No. No, I-I just…”

You wet your lips. “I’m the only one taking clothes off.”

Understanding dawns in his face, and then he gives you a Look.

“Is this your way of asking to see my tattoos?”

You blink at him innocently, shaking your head. “It’s not.”

He raises an eyebrow.

You nibble your lip. “It’s…mostly not.”

He grins, grabbing the scruff of his shirt and yanking it over his head.

You’ll never understand how you attracted someone as gorgeous as him. You bite your lip harder, admiring the contours of his muscles, the contrast of ink on his skin. The barrel of the gun tattoo disappearing into his waistband sends an acute wave of lust through you. A noise embarrassingly like a purr hums in the back of your throat before you can stop it.

He dips back down and kisses low on your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. You can feel the smile he’s hiding against your skin.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you groan.

“I’m not,” he mumbles into your skin, the scrape of his teeth dragging gently at your hip. “You’re just cute.”

You grumble a little as Seungyoun slowly eases your legs back open, kissing along your thigh.

“So fucking cute,” he whispers when you shiver at the sensation.

Your mouth is dry, every nerve in your body aching for more of his touch.

“Please,” you whisper.

There’s a burning hunger in Seungyoun’s eyes when he looks at you, lips dragging softly up your leg.

“Want my mouth on you, love?”

You whine, nodding.

His eyes are dark, glittering. “Show me where.”

“You know where,” you groan, exasperation mixing with your desperation.

A little smile crooks in the corner of his mouth. “Show me anyway?”

You scowl at him, but he merely grins and shrugs, continuing to press soft kisses into your inner thigh.

Oh, help, you’re really doing this. You take a slow, shaky breath, shutting your eyes, and move your hand between your legs. Embarrassment prickles over your skin as you part yourself with a couple of fingers.

A deep groan punches out of Seungyoun’s throat, vibrating against the crook between your leg and body. “Perfect, baby.”

And then he mouths over you slowly, a hand hooking beneath your knee, keeping you spread open. Your head drops back, mouth open in a silent moan, panting hard as he presses kisses into your aching skin.

Your hand falls away as his mouth slides up, soft and hot, to the cusp of your sex. “Oh.”

A noise rumbles in his chest, and the vibrations against your clit make you squeak. Your fingers sink into his hair, clutching desperately, as the flat of his tongue catches just beneath the throbbing spot.

Oh, my. His mouth on your mouth could never have prepared you for this. Nothing could have. Your whole body feels feverish, set aflame as his tongue drags in curious, erotic patterns over you. You look down at him in time to see his eyes rolling shut as he licks over you, his hips rocking hard into the mattress. Your stomach tightens in pleasure, the sight of him enjoying this so much affecting you. That ever-more-familiar ache grows, stoked higher and higher under the melting heat of his mouth.

His mouth slides down, tongue searching wetly, and finds the entrance into your body. You gasp out as he nuzzles into you, the velvet stroke of his tongue sinking inside.

“Oh,” you sob, fingers fisting in his hair. “Oh, please, that’s so—”

You cut off with a cry as the tip of his nose nudges against the underside of your clit. So many blissful sensations, all at once, and you feel that tension building towards a height you’ve never experienced before.

Helpless to stop, your hips rock you against his mouth. He coaxes your leg over his shoulder and slides his arm over your hips, brief glimpse of the frowning and smiling face tattoos on his wrist before he pins you back down. You whimper, pitch rising higher and higher as he continues tongue-fucking you like it’s all he’s ever wanted, his hips grinding hard in tandem with the rhythm of his mouth.

He’s moaning into you like he can’t help himself, and you squeal as his mouth slides back up and covers your clit, sucking. You feel your limbs trembling, fingers tightening in his hair, hear yourself babbling as the pleasure gathers to a pinpoint.

“Please don’t stop, don’t stop, so close, please don’t stop Seungyoun, pleasepleaseplease—”

Seungyoun groans, sucks a little harder, tongue twisting perfectly, and your vision goes white. Unfathomable euphoria bursts through you as the tension breaks in hard, pulsing waves, and you let them carry you. You feel your hips undulating in helpless shudders against his hold, hear yourself gasping breathless moans, before you collapse back into the mattress, boneless. Seungyoun’s mouth eases you from ecstasy to relaxation, hand easing from beneath your knee and rubbing your leg soothingly.

When you look down at him, he’s gazing up at you like you’re a miracle, lips swollen and glistening in you. A corner of your mouth pulls into a weary, fond smile. You stroke your fingers through his hair gently, combing out the mess you made of it.

He moves back up and gathers you to him, mouth covering yours softly. The tang of you is odd and unfamiliar to taste in his mouth, but you love how sincerely he kisses it into you.

“That,” he mumbles against your mouth, “might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You lean back and burst into giggles. “To you?”

He nods, looking entirely like he means it, and you snort.

“I’ve never come like that before,” he says, the admission tingeing his ears pink.

You blink, eyes blowing wide in surprise. “I—you…?”

His whole face is on fire now. He buries his face against your shoulder, whining, “you were so cute, you sounded so hot, how was I supposed to help it?”

“Oh my god.” You can’t stop smiling, shocked. Well. There go your plans to ask about returning the favor. “…Simp.”

“Hey,” he laughs, and you chuckle.

He leans back, examining you more closely. “That was okay? No crossed lines or anything?”

You shake your head quickly. “No, no, that was….well, great.”

“Nothing bothered you? Need something else next time?”

“Oh my god,” you mutter, smiling in utter disbelief. “Next time.”

He raises an eyebrow, corner of his mouth curling. “Next time can be whenever you want. For example…”

“Wha—I—Seungyoun,” you gasp, bursting into surprised laughter as he dips his head and begins kissing down your body again.

You can feel the curve of his grin through your shirt, pressed right over your heart.

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chanis-banani · 1 year

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Dirt on my leather

"rub some dirt on it."

Inspiration: 'Dirt on my leather' by WOODZ

Synopsis: you and Seungyoun come home drunk after a concert, get even more drunk and have the horniest sex of your life

switch! Seungyoun x switch! reader (gn)

3.7k words

Contains: alcohol (whiskey), swearing, thigh-riding, marking (hickeys and nail scratches), choking, unprotected sex, biting, hair-pulling, choker-pulling, creampie

autor's note: there are spoilers for upcoming smuts hidden in this post. see if you can find 'em ;)

Seungyoun tilted his head back and chugged the whiskey straight from the bottle. Tamnavulin sherry cask - cheap, but decent. He handed the bottle to you and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. You also took a big gulp from the whiskey and made a disgusted face as you swallowed it. Even the sweetest of whiskeys still tasted like gasoline.

☆ smut under the cut ☆

You and Seungyoun had just attended a rock concert together and it had been amazing. You had joined the moshpit together, drank a fuck ton of alcohol, carried the lead singer when he was stage diving and headbanged until your necks cramped up. After the concert, you were both still filled with adrenaline and alcohol - not to mention how horny you both were. You could barely keep your hands away from each other as you drunkly hurried home. Once you had finally arrived, Seungyoun rushed to grab the whiskey while you put on some music from the band you just watched. He sat down on the couch and once you were within his reach, he grabbed your waist and pulled you on his lap.

The way he kissed you was wild and hungry and his lips still tasted like whiskey. The whiskey tasted better from his mouth than from the bottle. This way it wasn't as overwhelming and you could kind of see how it supposedly tasted like white chocolate and caramel.

Suddenly he pulled away and pushed you from his lap. You looked at him with a startled expression, but he stood up as well and hooked his fingers under the edge of your shirt. "Undress," he said promptly. Before you even really got the chance to execute his orders, he had already pulled your shirt over your head and tossed it in the corner. His eagerness turned you on like crazy and you could feel that warm fuzzy feeling in your lower belly increase by the second. You quickly brought your hands down to your pants to unzip them. As soon as they were open, he took it upon himself to pull them down for you, pulling your underwear along.

The clothes were quickly kicked somewhere to the back of the room, after which Seungyoun sat back down on the couch. "Wait, won't you undress?" you sputtered, since you were now completely in the nude while he still wore all his clothes from the concert. "Not yet," he replied with a grin. His arms snaked around your waist, swiftly pulling you back on his lap like before.

As he pulled you on his lap, he spread his legs a little to make sure you sat on just one of his thighs. The leather of his pants felt cold against your skin, especially on your sensitive area. Both of his hands were brought to your hips and he pulled you a bit closer towards him so he could kiss you again. But he didn't stop there.

Soon you felt how he began to guide your hips back and forth on his thigh and you immediately realized what he was doing. He had worn his leather pants to the concert, because he knew how much you liked them, and now he was making you grind your naked body on them.

His pretty lips were still connected to yours while his hands continued to guide you back and forth, making you let out little moans in between your kisses. It felt so wrong, yet so good to hump his thigh like this, dirtying the leather in the process. It might have been the alcohol, but soon you began to lose yourself completely in the feeling.

The corners of Seungyoun's mouth curled into a cheeky little grin when he realized you no longer needed his guidance to ride his thigh. Now that his hands were free, he removed them from your hips. He rested one of them on your waist while he brought his other hand to the back of your head, digging his fingers into your hair. His grip on your hair tightened and he pulled your head to the side, exposing your neck. "Seungyoun-" you murmured under your breath, your voice shaky.

His hair tickled against your cheek when he brought his lips to your neck and began to kiss and suck on your skin. You were so taken aback by this sudden feeling that you didn't even realize you had stopped grinding yourself on him. Of course he didn't like this, so he lowered his hand from your waist down to your ass and roughly helped you on your way again.

The smell of his cologne, the friction against your sweet spot and the stinging sensation from his hickeys all made your head spin. Seungyoun held you a little more tightly as he began to suck on your skin even more roughly. You could tell by the burning feeling on your neck that this mark would remain there for at least a week.

When he pulled away, you could still feel the sting on your neck. He looked into your eyes with a sweet, yet somewhat mischievous smile on his face. "Y/n?... Would you please suck me off?" You could tell from the tone of his voice how horny he was. Until now you hadn't payed much attention to his crotch, but when you looked down, you could see a huge bulge through his leather pants. Besides that, you also noticed a stain on his thigh from where you had been riding him.

You let out a little gasp and looked back up at him with a grin on your face. "Of course," you said with a sweet voice and you pressed yourself against him while sliding your hand into his pants. He let out an excited little gasp when you found the tip of his dick with your fingers and stroked it playfully. He wrapped his arms around you to pull you into another kiss and slid his hands down to grab your ass tightly.

After a little while of making out and teasing his cock, you disconnected your lips from his and removed your hand from his pants. Just when he began to pout at you, you got on your knees in front of him and hastily began to undo his belt. While you were working to take off his pants, he pulled his shirt over his head. Soon all of his clothes had been removed and tossed aside and the only thing he still wore was the choker around his neck.

You took a moment to admire him, looking up at his beautiful body and stroking your fingers along his sides. His dick brushed against your cheek when you pressed a kiss on the gun tattoo on his belly. Then you trailed a few more kisses towards the base of his cock. Once you were there, you licked your way up from the base towards the tip, earning a deep grunt from him. He gently stroked your cheek at first, but once you took his tip into your mouth, he moved his hand to the back of your head and held on to your hair a little less gently.

Perhaps it was the whiskey, but you had the feeling that Seungyoun didn't have as much self control today. Usually he would let you suck him off however you wanted, but this time it's like he didn't have enough patience and he began to thrust himself into your mouth. At first he was still gentle with you, but he began to lose himself more and more in the sensation.

His grip on your hair tightened as he moved your head in accordance with his hips. Tears ran down your cheeks as he began to hit the back of your throat again and again, but dear lord, you had never been this turned on in your entire life. There was something about how Seungyoun pleasured himself with you that made your lower stomach feel hot and fuzzy and you began to long for his dick to fill another hole of yours.

Suddenly he pulled himself completely out of you, leaving your mouth empty and longing. He crouched down in front of you, his eyes leveling with yours and he gave you an almost feral look. "Get on the couch." His voice sounded husky and wild. Your drunken thoughts clouded your mind and it took you a while to process what he was asking from you. Apparently you took too long, because suddenly you felt his hand on the back of your neck and his lips connected with yours again. Seungyoun was too impatient to wait for you to follow his orders at this point, so he decided that he might as well fuck you on the floor.

He guided you to lay on your back and quickly got on top of you. He continued to kiss you while his hand traveled from the back of your neck to your throat. You squirmed and moaned against his lips when you felt how his fingers tightened around your neck. At the same time the tip of his dick already poked at your entrance, driving you even more crazy.

Once again your head was spinning in ultimate bliss. You wanted him just as badly as he wanted you and to make this known to him, you bucked your hips up, hoping that somehow he might slip into you. However, he pulled himself away just enough so you couldn't reach his dick and he chuckled against your lips when you whined at him.

You bucked your hips up at him again, this time more forcefully, but still he made sure to stay just out of your reach. Just when you were about to give it yet another try, Seungyoun pulled his lips away from yours and tightened his grip around your neck a little more. "Are you really that needy?" he asked with an evil little smirk and you nodded heavily in response. "Alright then," he said, now with a more gentle tone. He let go of your neck and gave you a little kiss on the lips, after which he pressed his forehead against yours.

His eyes were closed as he took his length into his hand to aim it at your entrance more properly. Considering how wildly you had been making out, the way he inserted himself into you was very gentle. His uncontrolled neediness now made room for his more tender and caring side. You both held your breath while he began to enter you, but once he got a little deeper, neither of you could resist a little moan.

"Are you doing okay?" he asked. You nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. He pressed a quick kiss on your lips and then pulled away to look at you again. "Can I be a little rough with you today?" His eyes had an excited little twinkle in them. God, if it were up to you, this man could be rough with you any day. "Only if I can be rough with you as well," you replied.

He flashed a big smile and pressed another quick kiss on your lips. Then he brought his mouth to your neck. A shiver ran down your spine when you felt his breath on your skin and you squirmed beneath him, now even more turned on than before. Seungyoun began to kiss your neck once again while you desperately tried to move your hips to feel the friction of him inside you. But he didn't give in at all. He made sure to keep his own pelvis very still and pushed his weight down on you so you wouldn't move too much either.

Just when you wondered why he even asked if he could be rough with you, you suddenly felt his teeth sink down into your neck. At the same time, he pulled his cock almost completely out of you, only to push himself back inside at a provokingly slow pace. He continued to move his hips very very slowly like that, which ultimately made the sensation more intense. When he was inside, you felt full and warm and like the two of you became one. But when only his tip was inside, you felt an intense, aching urge to somehow make him fill you back up again.

Luckily for you, he was just as needy as you and this quickly caused his thrusts to become more intense. His teeth clenched more tightly onto your neck as he picked up the pace a bit and he let out low, hungry grunts against your skin. You wrapped your arms tightly around him, digging your fingers into his hair. "Fuck..." you moaned under your breath. The way he bit and sucked on your neck left a slight stinging sensation on your skin and it felt amazing.

Since Seungyoun could tell that you really enjoyed it, he became more comfortable as well and slowly stopped holding back. He became completely relaxed and submitted to his urges. The way he bit your neck became more wild, not to mention how he was pumping in and out of you.

What had begun as slow, intimate movements now became a hungry, almost feral kind of drilling. You moaned his name over and over again and pulled him more tightly against you as a fuzzy kind of bliss took hold of your body. You felt lightheaded and lost all awareness of your surroundings, except for Seungyoun. All you could register was how he slammed himself into you, mercilessly hitting your sweet spot over and over again. And how his mouth traveled along your neck, leaving bites and kisses and hickeys all over it. If he kept going like this, you would surely reach your climax very soon. But it would be too soon. You wanted to savor this desperate neediness a little longer.

Before Seungyoun knew what was going on, you had pushed him off of you and thrown him on his back on the floor. "Y/n!" he squealed in surprise. You got on top of him and immediately sank down on his cock, taking his entire length in all at once. This made him let out a loud moan and he squeezed your ass tightly. His cheeks and ears were bright red from surprise and excitement. God, the way he looked at you just made you want to fuck his brains out.

He nervously adjusted the metal choker around his neck a little bit and at the same time you saw his eyes traveling to the large bite mark he left on your neck. It must have looked quite impressive, because the corner of his mouth curled up into a subtle, mischievous smirk. Even his own lips were swollen from the intense work he had done on your neck.

You bent over him and brought your face very close to his. "You must be so proud of how you marked me..." you mumbled in a low voice. You noticed how his Adam's apple moved as he swallowed a little nervously and goosebumps appeared on his neck. "So dirty..." you whispered and then you licked your way up from his chin to his lips, locking him into a passionate kiss.

He shuddered in pleasure, but you didn't give him the chance to savor the moment. You sat up again and placed a hand on his chest to make sure he would stay on his back. He pouted at you, but you just looked down at him with a large grin on your face. "Stay put now," you cooed while sliding your fingertips along his sides. His dick was still inside of you while you sat on top of him like this and it was very obvious that he wanted nothing more than for you to move your hips. Yet he stayed put like you ordered.

You grabbed the bottle of whisky from the coffee table, pulling the cork out with a little pop. Seungyoun watched as you took a swig from the bottle, only to put the bottle away without offering him any. He looked offended and just when he was about to protest, you grabbed him by his choker and roughly pulled him up so he was sitting as well. This already took him by surprise, but then you continued to kiss the whiskey from your mouth into his. A big drop of the substance escaped from between your lips and rolled down Seungyoun's chin.

You cupped his face with your hands and when you pulled away from the kiss, he looked at you with the horniest expression you had ever seen om him. "You're so fucking hot," he mumbled and he licked the spilled whiskey from his lips. He inched his face towards you again to continue kissing you, but you placed your fingers against his lips to stop him.

"What do we say when we want something?" you asked. "Please," he replied with a little pout on his lips. "Almost," you said with a mean little grin. He pouted even more and gave you a desperate look. "Pretty please?" "That's right."

You connected your lips with his again and began to move your hips up and down, instantly turning him into a moaning mess. Both sitting up like this was an intimate position and it was easy for him to reach your sweet spot this way. You felt how one of his hands gripped into your hair, while his other hand held your ass so tightly, you were sure it would leave a bruise. Even though you moved your hips quite quickly on your own, Seungyoun was so needy that his hand guided you to be even more forceful with him.

Both of you moaned loudly against each other's whiskey-stained lips as you fucked on the floor like this. Slowly but surely, you could feel that hot, fuzzy feeling in your lower stomach again as you began to get closer to your climax. You moved one of your hands down from his cheek to the choker around his neck and tugged it to pull him more tightly against you, making him squeal with delight. Then you pulled your lips away from his to trail kisses down to his neck. Once you found the right spot, you bit down on his neck just like he had done to you, making him cry out with pleasure.

You continued to bite and suck on his neck to make sure he would be marked up as well. All while moving your hips up and down in a way that made him reach as deeply into you as possible. With every thrust, he hit your sweet spot, making that knot in your lower stomach worse and worse.

Once it became too much to handle, you removed your mouth from his neck in order to embrace him more tightly, resting your head on his shoulder. This signaled to Seungyoun that you were about to cum and he reassuringly rubbed your back as you fucked your own brains out on his cock. He turned his head a little bit so his lips were right next to your ear. An intense shiver went down your spine when you felt his breath on your skin as he whispered:

"Go on. Cum on my cock for me."

Like some kind of spell, this instantly untied the knot in your stomach. You cried out loudly and dug your nails into his back as a wave of pleasure came crashing down on you. Your body trembled, your heart was beating like crazy and you gasped for air as you hit one of the most intense climaxes of your life.

Seungyoun moaned along with you and held you tightly to support you through your orgasm. But before it had even washed over you completely, you were suddenly on your back again and he was fucking himself into you with deep, harsh thrusts. You cried out even more, desperately clinging on to his neck while you could feel how mercilessly he pounded himself into you.

Within mere seconds you felt completely overstimulated. Blurry stars were dancing before your eyes and all of your thoughts completely lost their coherence. All you could process was the sensation of his length slamming into you again and again, while he moaned out your name under his breath. His fingers dug themselves into your hair and he cried out the most desperate of moans.

His last few thrusts were a bit slower, but reached even deeper. And then, with a loud cry, he plunged himself as deeply into you as humanly possible as he reached his climax. You could feel the intense pulsations of his dick inside you as he filled you with his cum. Everything felt hot. Your face was hot. His skin felt hot against yours. His dick felt hot and so did the cum that now slowly began to leak out of you.

Both completely out of breath, you lay there silently in each other's embrace, with Seungyoun's dick still inside of you. You took a quick glance at the time to see how long you had been going at it - 4:58 am. You had been fucking for over an hour.

The two of you lay on the floor like that for a while, completely exhausted and panting heavily. Seungyoun lay with his head on your chest and played around with your fingers while you used your free hand to stroke his head. Suddenly he lifted his head a little, like he noticed something.

He sat up and grabbed something from the floor, holding it in front of you with a weird grin on his face. "Look what we did!" he exclaimed. In his hand, he held the leather pants that he had been wearing that evening. Apparently they had been lying right next to your butt on the floor this whole time. Now they were stained with your fluids, Seungyoun's cum and whisky.

You pulled a disgusted face and laughed. "Well next time you should undress if you don't want to get dirt on your leather."

#woodz smut #cho seungyoun smut #woodz fanfic #cho seungyoun fanfic #seungyoun smut #seungyoun fanfic

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obligatoryidolblog · 10 months

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OIB's Masterlist

Ateez

Cravity

Monsta X

Stray Kids

Woodz

kpop tarot readings

my ao3

recommended reading

#kpop fanfic #kpop fic #ateez fic #ateez fanfic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids fic #cravity fanfic #cravity fic #monsta x fanfic #monsta x fic #woodz fanfic #woodz fic #my writing

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arthinkzo · 7 months

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★ love scenario !

05.10.2023 › pedido feito por latatue

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em caso de inspiração, por favor, credite-me

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unlikelymiracleperson · 2 years

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Things that give you butterflies that seungyoun does while dating

Pairing: Seungyoun x reader

☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷☷

He'd peck your cheeks before engaging you in conversation. He does it whenever you two meet up. He must kiss your cheek.

On his phone, he has "my world" under your name.

He is a fashion icon. He even takes you shopping so you can match your outfits.

When it comes to fitting rooms, however, he always enjoys makeout sessions.

When you two are alone, he enjoys drinking with you and late-night swimming in his private pool, but that's not what you're in for. He flaunts his body, and you can't help but stare at his defined features and sexy tattoos.

He'd always try to grab you in the pool and wrap you around his fingers while staring at you. Before that, he might sneak in a kiss or even a playful splash of water.

Seungyoun is particularly skilled at making you stutter. Despite him being your boyfriend, you haven't gotten used to how unpredictable he is with surprises. He'd make dinner in the most seductive outfit imaginable, with his hair down, black jeans, and a few unbuttoned buttons.

This never fails to make you fall for him more, as he looks at you content with his decision to make you flustered.

Another issue is his obsession with having you on his lap. He enjoys it whenever he is gaming or even when you want to sit, he will pull you onto his lap even if there is plenty of room to sit.

Matching rings are required. He is obsessed with matching rings with you to the point where he has collections. He remembers your finger size all the time in case he is alone and decides to buy another pair. It's a sweet gesture from him.

#fanfic #kpop #woodz scenarios #cho woodz #x1 woodz #woodz #cho seungyoun #fanfiction #kpop fanfic #x1 seungyoun #x1 smut #uniq seungyoun

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mcflymax · 8 months

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DOAÇÃO - Microcosmic

♡ Woodz

♥ status da capa: indisponível

✖ Copie.

✔ Se inspire!

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lilyrennifer · 10 months

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Always feel free to request! 😁

Please click HERE before you do for more information! Thank you! 🥰️

Soloist

🦊 Woodz

Nothing So Far

🎼 B.I

Nothing So Far

🐱 Kang Daniel

Nothing So Far

🐇 Park Jihoon

Nothing So Far

🐶 Le’V (Wang Zihao)

Nothing So Far

🐯 Beomhan

Nothing So Far

Boys Planet

🐺 Seunghwan

Nothing So Far

🐦 Jay

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🦊 Park Hanbin

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🐇 Wumuti

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🐈‍⬛ Jongwoo

Nothing So Far

🐼 Kamden

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i-uranus · 2 years

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⌗ icons - woodz colorful & trauma ver. teasers﹗

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❐ 17 icons [click here] — psd 🖤

#kpop solo artist #cho seungyoun #seungyoun #woodz #uniq seungyoun #x1 seungyoun #kpop solo icons #seungyoun icons #woodz icons #icons #solist #120x120 #spirit fanfics #galeria #i-uranus #byur

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ifdimpeul · 1 year

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# capa de fanfic — with @sleepingatlast | spirit x ibispaint

#capas #capa para fanfic #graphic design #capa para fic #design #capa spirit #uniq woodz #luizy #wooseok #x1 icons #Spotify

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shykpop · 2 years

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Random k-idols icons

Like or reblog, if save/use

Credits always welcome

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snoos-tattoos · 11 months

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Me and @jiungsbutterflytattoo : "let's go for a morning swim and spend the rest of our afternoon working on uni essays"

Also us: come home with kpop albums and brainstorm fanfic concepts together until dinnertime

I got everybody except for Hun. Man's playing hard to get 😤

Also got my oxygen, my meaning of life of course ~~~

#the fanfic concepts shall remain absolutely secret #nabi🐰#i'm still really happy with my n.flying goodies #they're all so adorable😭#the jaehyun+seunghyub card is my fav #cuties #woodz always has so many photocards in his albums #i love him so much😭😭😭#there were also 2 posters in there #2 POSTERS!!!

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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year

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Movie Night

Pairing: Cho Seungyoun x reader

Summary: You thought this was just a friend hangout….but is it? Are you missing something?

Word Count: 1.1k

Tags: fluff, humor, idiots to lovers in a big way, reader is truly head emptiest

Author’s Note: I think fondly of this man every single day (real) and it was about time I wrote something for him

You must be dreaming. You have to be. That’s the only explanation that makes sense.

Granted, seeing a movie with your friend, Seungyoun, feels a little bit like a dream to begin with. Mostly because no one else in your friend group can go, so it’s just the two of you, and you’ve been realizing with mounting horror that you may actually have a massive crush on him. And also a little bit because this is the second movie you’re seeing alone with him this week. He’s painfully behind on new releases, he says.

You don’t mind being the only friend available to go with him, even if for secret, self-indulgent reasons. You don’t even have real interest in the movie, either. The entire allure of it is him. If you fall prey to the daydream that you’re a real couple when he orders popcorn to share, that’s your business alone, not his. And if it’s only made worse when he moves the armrest between your seats out of the way, so you can sit closer, no one has to yearn over it but you.

And boy, do you ever yearn. You’re certain you’re feeling enough wonderful agony to yearn enough for two people combined.

He insists you both finish the popcorn afterwards on a walk along the river. The fading light of sundown and the warm, pleasant breeze make everything feel even more dreamlike. You love watching Seungyoun people-watch, love listening to him chat about various and sundry things that come to mind, love that he laughs at your attempts at humor as though he’s enjoying your company. You just like him. You like him a lot, even if you won’t risk ruining the friendship to let him know it. And knowing he enjoys your company feels like a dream to you, too.

But this. This is what’s convinced you it can’t possibly be real life. This, the fact that Seungyoun just took the empty popcorn container from you, tossed it in a nearby bin, and then casually reached down and took your hand. Like he does this every day, like it doesn’t change a thing. You stare down at your joined hands, blinking, thoughts going a mile a minute. A dream. You must be dreaming.

It will hurt worse to wake up if you don’t put things to rights again. You bite your lip.

“Um…Seungyoun.”

Seungyoun turns his head from the river and looks at you. A little smile is hiding in the corners of his mouth. “Hm?”

How do I even set this right, you wonder. “So….this is probably a stupid question, so just, like, keep that in mind.”

That hidden smile curls properly on his lips, his eyes crinkling playfully. “I’m listening.”

He’s listening, great, now how to ask him. “I’m just wondering, I—are w….”

Rip the bandaid off, pal. “Is this a date?”

Seungyoun freezes in his tracks.

You halt, too, stomach dropping with panic. “Ah. Oh no. Okay. Um, please forget that I, uh, said that, I—”

“Yes?”

You stop talking and stare at him.

He looks absolutely flabbergasted at the question. As though it shouldn’t even be a question. “Yes, I…yes? What do you m—why wouldn’t….yes??”

You blink at him several times. Holy…shit.

“Oh,” you finally say.

A slow, incredulous smile grows over his face. He laughs once, a shocked noise.

“I…I told you that you were cute and then asked you to see a movie with me. Twice. In the same week.”

He says this like it’s rock-solid evidence. You blink in confusion. “I…yes, but you’ve told me the cute thing before and left it at that…? And we’ve seen movies together before, just us two.”

Seungyoun bursts into more laughter. “Yeah…those were dates too.”

You gape at him.

He eventually regains his composure, a few stray giggles escaping here and there. There are dimples in his cheeks from his wide smile. “I thought…I figured you just wanted to take it slow….so this is the first time I’ve tried holding your hand.”

He squeezes your hand for emphasis.

Holy god….maybe this isn’t a dream, after all. Maybe you’re just….dumb.

“I…” Your face is on fire. “I’m…I think I must be an idiot. I’m so sorry…”

His grin turns wry. “Tragically for me, I think I’m kinda into that.”

You’re still blinking in shock. “I…well, you are…in luck, because I am just…hah. Oh, my god…”

It suddenly occurs to you again. “This is a date.”

Seungyoun nods, watching you in amusement. “Yeah.”

“Oh my god, this is a date.”

“It sure is.”

Panic ripples through you. “I’m not dressed for a date, like, at all! Oh my god, I’m not nervous enough for a date!”

“Don’t be nervous, what?” Seungyoun laughs, disbelieving. “We’ve done this, like, four times now, there’s no use…?”

“Holy shit,” you mutter to yourself. You shake your head slowly, smile slowly growing.

It occurs to you again. “Wait. With me?”

Seungyoun snorts. “Yes?”

Your entire face lights up. “You’re on a date with me?”

Seungyoun starts laughing again, but you can’t stop grinning. Holy shit. That must mean….he likes you. Seungyoun likes you. He likes you back.

When he finally regains composure again, he squeezes your hand. “So, uh, this is okay, then, right?”

You blink at him, incredulous. “Holding my hand?”

“Yeah.”

You scoff, grinning like a fool. “Holding my hand? Is holding my hand okay? Seungyoun, you could—”

You lean over on your tiptoes and kiss him full on the mouth.

Seungyoun freezes again.

Ah, fuck. You lean back, looking at him nervously. His eyes are wide.

Fuck. Your stomach drops again. “Ah. Oh no. Okay. Uhm, sorry, I should have asked if—”

Seungyoun leans in and presses his mouth to yours, gentle and warm.

Oh god, he’s kissing you. He’s kissing you. Several of your braincells die a happy death at the feeling of his lips on yours.

When he leans back, you blink your eyes open and look at him in a daze. His eyes look hazy, too, gaze flickering back to your mouth.

You both lean in at the same time and do it again. It’s better this time, so much better, and you think you might end up addicted to his mouth, if that’s even a thing—

Someone whistles nearby, and you lean back and bury your face against his shoulder, ears burning in mortification. Seungyoun laughs once, breathless, and eventually his hand squeezes yours again.

“I’ll…make a note of that.”

Your voice is muffled in his shoulder. “Make a note of what?”

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “That I’m allowed to do that. Kiss you.”

Ah. You gulp, hiding in his shoulder a moment longer before taking a deep breath and leaning back, continuing to walk with him like nothing happened.

“Good. Um. Good.”

You’re still not fully convinced this isn’t a dream. But god, you hope it isn’t. Or you hope you never wake up.

#seungyoun fanfic #woodz fanfic #seungyoun x reader #woodz x reader #cho seungyoun fanfic #seungyoun fluff #woodz fluff #cho seungyoun fluff #cho seungyoun x reader #seungyoun #cho seungyoun #woodz #admin ellie #ellie writes #ellie’s fluff #the insane i am over this man….#unparalleled #words don’t exist to describe how endeared I am to him #positively enamored. obsessed. infatuated

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chanis-banani · 8 months

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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.

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