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A Very Patient Man 2 | LJH

Pairing: Lee Jihoon x AFAB!Reader

Rating: M 🔞; NSFW

Genre: F2L; smut; a touch of angst and fluff

Warnings: cussing; dirty talk; breast play; fingering; orgasm denial; cunnilingus; face-sitting; protected sex

Word count: 4.6k words

Summary: After years of being best friends, you and Jihoon share one night of completely sober, consensual sex—something you both swore wouldn’t change anything. But it does. Now you’re caught in the in-between, where neither of you knows how to talk about it, afraid that telling the truth might ruin the one thing you’re both trying to hold onto.

A/N: This is a follow-up to this story, which I fully intended to be a one-shot only. And then Woozi started ruining my life after that, so you can send your complaints to him. You don't need to read the first part, but there are some callbacks to that. So yeah. This is just something completely indulgent for me.

Maybe @roaminginthenights and I can cook up a third installment—where all patience has been drained from this man 🤣 Until then, enjoy!

Your phone pings with a DM from your match.

You tap the screen, hoping for something exciting–or at the very least, normal. Instead, your face twists in immediate disgust. Blocked, without hesitation.

"You’ve got to be fucking kidding me," you grumble, tossing your phone across the couch.

Reactivating your dating profile was a mistake. Deep down, you knew it. But pretending nothing's changed was easier than facing the truth.

Except, everything has changed—since the night you slept with your best friend, Jihoon.

It wasn’t some drunken mistake. It was intentional. Clear-headed. Consensual. Mutually beneficial.

The memories are vivid: his fingers tracing your skin, the breath between you before that first kiss. And after, with your foreheads pressed together, neither of you wanting to be the first to let go.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. A problem he helped you solve. Now it’s become a new problem you can’t stop thinking about.

Because Jihoon has raised the bar for everyone else. He didn’t mean to. He just showed you how it could be.

Sex with him wasn’t just sex. Every touch was unhurried and purposeful. It was the kind of experience that made you feel seen. Your body's needs weren't just being met, they were being understood. For once, he made you feel safe enough to let yourself sink into that space completely.

And now, every swipe on your phone feels pointless and hollow.

The truth is, nothing will ever come close to that night. Nothing. You're just not ready to admit it out loud.

You haven’t seen him in weeks—not because of anything dramatic, but just…life. Work. Deadlines. Obligations pulling you both in opposite directions.

The texts and calls never stopped. Neither did the inside jokes or snarky memes. The way his check-ins come in right as you're about to spiral from stress. He’s still your best friend, Jihoon–steady and comforting. But he’s also the guy who’s wrecked you in every which way. Both can be true.

He kept his word, honoring the boundaries you’d set. He didn’t push, much less think about leaning against the edge of that boundary, unless you asked.

And God, you’ve wanted to. Not just ask, but beg. Beg for him to cross it, jump over it. Completely obliterate it.

You’ve typed it out a hundred times, but you’ve also deleted it every time. Saying all this over the phone feels wrong, just like fast-forwarding to the ending you haven’t earned yet.

Words on a screen can’t express all this.

So here you are, fully dressed. Sitting on your couch, watching the minutes tick by, waiting for it to be a reasonable time to show up at Jihoon’s place. To watch sports, of all things.

Luckily, he's invited a few other friends. Built-in buffers, at least! Showing up too early means being alone with him. And the thought of it feels dangerous, despite looking forward to seeing him again.

Your phone buzzes. Thankfully, it’s not the dating app this time. You glance at the text notification and smile before you even read it.

Jihoon: Where are you? The game's about to start!

You: Still debating which top matches my pants, you lie.

Well… it’s half a lie. You tried on at least four outfits before settling on one that felt effortlessly cute, even though you're still second-guessing it.

Jihoon: You could show up in a garbage bag and still make it look hot.

You: Flattery won't make me move faster.

You laugh to yourself as you send off your response.

Jihoon: Bring them all. I’ll help you decide… but I can’t guarantee I won’t get distracted halfway through 😏

Warmth unfurls in your chest as you head toward the door. One last glance in the mirror. And you're off, with just enough mischief in you to match his.

************

The elevator dings on the seventh floor. You step out, clutching a box of Jihoon’s favorite cookies. Technically, you didn’t need to bring anything. Soonyoung had covered all the food and drinks after apparently losing a bet. Still, you feel weird showing up empty-handed.

Music and laughter seep through the seams of the door.

You knock once, then adjust your top. Which you’ve already checked in the elevator. Twice.

The door swings open, and there’s Jihoon standing there with a freshly bleached buzzcut.

You blink, caught off guard, and blurt out, “Wow. That’s… new.”

His smile switches to something slightly self-conscious. One arm lifts automatically, pulling you in for a hug.

His hoodie brushes your cheek, and that familiar mix of clean laundry and warm whiskey hits you like a punch to the gut. His body is solid, heat rolling off his chest, like your presence flipped some hidden switch inside him.

“Come on in. I’m glad you made it.”

“Oh, you know… just me and my walls this weekend,” you deadpan.

He glances at the box in your hands, clicks his tongue, and sighs dramatically. “I told you not to bring anything.”

“Unfortunately for you, my manners disagreed.” You press the box against his chest.

He spots the label and his face lights up instantly. “These are getting hidden. Immediately.”

“But I brought two dozen!” you reason, eyes wide.

“And sadly, still not enough to share,” he says dryly as he leads you into the kitchen.

You laugh, more at ease than you expected. Soonyoung and his girlfriend, Lia greet you. Jun waves from the couch, and a few other friends nod politely.

Jihoon nods at the counter filled with food. “Help yourself.” He then hides the cookies in one of the overhead cupboards. 

You grab a plate, but your attention drifts back to his hair. “So,” you say, hand gesturing mid-air, “were you ever planning on mentioning this?” 

His ears turn red. "Wasn't sure if it was selfie-worthy," he mutters, his hand sweeping over the strands. "Soonyoung's been making jokes about it. Is it that bad?”

Your fingers reach out before you can stop yourself. It’s softer than expected.

He steels himself, his breath catching.

“It’s different,” you say. “But good-different. I like it,” you finish with a sincere smile.

He breathes out a small, shy laugh. “Really?”

“Yeah! It looks badass.”

A slow smile spreads across his face. “Thanks.”

You catch yourself staring. His shoulders seem broader. Maybe they’ve always been like that, and the shorter cut is making them more noticeable? Or maybe it’s just you looking longer than you’re supposed to.

“So, you were just… chilling at home?”

You hesitate, then sigh in defeat. “That, and trying not to hurl my phone at the wall.”

He raises a brow, leans against the counter, and folds his arms across his chest. “Okay. Spill.”

You pull your phone from your pocket and hand it to him. His eyes drop to the screen, lips moving silently as he reads the message—the one that prompted you to immediately block the sender.

Do you like anal?

His brows lift, then his eyes flick to yours. “Well… do you?”

“Jihoon!” You shriek, snatching the phone back then swatting his shoulder.

He laughs, utterly unrepentant. “I’m so sorry.”

“Sure, you are,” you say sarcastically.

He shrugs. “Seems like a harmless question.”

“Yeah—but not as the first message.” You sigh, shoulders slumping. “It’s brutal out there,” you say, shaking your head. “I didn’t realize how bad it’s gotten.”

“Some people are just bold,” he quips.

“Some people are just douches. Is this really all that’s left?”

He tilts his head. “Maybe you’re just unlucky?” Then after a beat, “Or too picky.”

Clearly, not picky enough. “Or maybe I’m just looking for something I already found,” you mumble, your attention returning to the spread of food on the counter.

You don’t see the smile he’s fighting. His eyes flick toward the living room, then back, softening his voice. “You know, if you were feeling…some type of way, you could’ve just told me.”

His suggestion catches you off-guard. You inhale sharply before you turn to face him. “I…didn’t think this was that kind of friendship.”

His gaze doesn’t waver. “This friendship can be whatever kind we want it to be.”

You glance down, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt. “I just… didn’t want it to seem like I was using you. Like that’s all I see you as.”

Jihoon’s expression shifts, but it’s unreadable to you. “Are you? Using me?”

You shake your head before the words even form. “No! God, no! You mean way more to me than that.”

He watches you, silent but expectant—waiting for you to elaborate on what more really means.

There’s a storm of thoughts surging in your head. Words you want to say so badly, but it all feels too raw, too exposed. What if he doesn’t feel the same? No, no, no. You didn’t plan for this conversation yet.

But it’s happening now. Whether you’re ready or not.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is—”

“MAKE THE FUCKING SHOT, YOU USELESS FUCK! GOD!!!”

You flinch at Soonyoung’s screams bellowing from the living room. Jihoon snorts, visibly annoyed but used to it.

“Guess he’s about to blow the over-under on this game again.” Then he turns back to you. “Sorry. You were saying?”

You open your mouth… then close it again. The moment's already slipped through your fingers.

“You know what, we’ll talk later.” you say, smiling tightly. “Let’s go watch the game.”

“Y-you sure?”

“Yeah. Go.” You nudge him back toward the others. But as he walks away, his eyes linger on you a moment longer.

Yes, you’ll say it. Just not yet. But soon.

*************

Your conversation might’ve been sidelined earlier, but Jihoon keeps sneaking glances during the game. Every so often, he finds an excuse to walk by—grabbing a drink, tossing a napkin, each trip lasting a little longer than the previous one.

Eventually, Lia catches on. “Do you want to switch seats with me?” she asks innocently, though the look she gives you says she suspects something.

You laugh nervously and push at Jihoon’s arm. “Don’t mind him! He’s just trying to get his steps in, right?” Then, when Lia looks away, your eyes flare wide at him, and through clenched teeth whisper, “Stop it.”

“Alright, alright…” He relents and finally retreats to the couch, but his eyes still find you again and again. You pretend not to notice, though a small part of you hopes he doesn’t stop.

The game ends in a buzzer-beater loss that sucks the energy from the room. One by one, people trickle out of Jihoon’s apartment, leaving behind crumpled cans, empty bottles, and half-eaten plates of pizza and wings scattered across every surface.

You and Jun stay behind to help clean up.

“I think that’s everything off the balcony,” Jun announces, dropping a couple of empty bottles into the bin.

“Thanks for coming, man,” Jihoon says as they exchange one of those bro-hug-backslap routines.

“Always a good time, bro.” He calls out to you and says goodbye. “Good seeing you!”

“See you around!” you wave at Jun as he steps out.

That leaves just you, Jihoon, and a pile of leftover wings.

“Should I put these in the same container?” you ask, already reaching for a zip bag from one of the kitchen drawers.

Jihoon calls over his shoulder, dragging a trash bag toward the door. “Nah, leave it. It’s late. Go home.”

You scrape the leftovers into a bag anyway and tuck it into the fridge before turning to the overflowing recycling bin.

“I’m almost done,” you say, tying the bag closed and lifting it. “Just have to—hey!”

Your hands collide when he tries to snatch the bag from you.

“I said, leave it,” he teases.

You clutch it tighter. “This is literally the last thing, then I’ll go home, I promise!”

“No, let go,” he says, attempting to keep a straight face.

“Or what?” You arch a brow.

He steps closer, his scent overwhelming you again. He drops his voice, narrowing his eyes at you. “Don’t test me.” 

You hold your ground. The silence buzzes, with that same electricity you’ve been trying to ignore all night. Then his gaze drops to your mouth.

You take it as an opening, snatching the bag, and turning away triumphantly. “Hah!”

But you don’t make it far before his hands catch your waist, grounding you mid-stride. Your breath hitches at the contact.

“Told you not to test me.” His voice turns dangerously low.

You twist in his grip just enough to meet his gaze. “So what, you gonna wrestle me for it?”

The corner of his mouth quirk. “Do you want me to?” He’s teasing, but not really.

The flame in the base of your belly ignites. You let the bag fall to the floor with a quiet thud, suddenly forgotten.

“Okay, chill out,” you say, lightly, trying to cut through the tension. “Are you just salty about the game?”

Jihoon doesn’t answer right away. He pulls you in closer, his breath grazing your ear. “I’m not thinking about the game.”

Your stomach tightens. Every inch of space between you feels charged.

“Do you wanna stay over?” His offer is careful and sincere. No pressure, but no pretense, either.

“I thought you wanted me to go home?”

“I did,” he keeps his voice steady. “But now I changed my mind.”

It would be so easy to give in. To let the moment swallow you whole again. But something inside holds you back. Something more urgent than the ache pooling between your legs.

You take a breath, searching for the right place to begin. “I don’t want to kill the mood but… we need to talk.”

Jihoon steps back slightly, his hands loosening from your waist. “Sorry,” he says. “I got carried away.”

You catch his wrist before he can retreat further. “No, don’t.”

He regards you intently, waiting for what you'll say next.

“I think…” Your words are stuck behind nerves, but you push through. “I think I’m having a change of heart. About all this.” You motion vaguely between you.

A flicker of confusion crosses his face. “So you mean, you don’t want to—”

“No, no!” you say quickly. “I do. Believe me—I really, really do. And that’s the problem.”

His lips quirk in amusement.

You exhale, heart hammering beneath your chest. “I’m just…I’m just scared that this is headed towards something casual. Then eventually, nowhere. And before you know it, it’s nothing.”

He’s quiet for a beat. Then his expression softens. “It doesn’t have to be.”

“But what if—?”

“It doesn’t have to be nothing.” He steps closer again, not crowding you, but just closing the distance. “You set boundaries, and I respected them. I still do. But I haven’t stopped thinking about you.”

You search his face for any trace of sarcasm or deflection, the armor he usually wears when things start getting too deep. You see none of that. It is just him. Frank and open, as he's always been throughout your entire friendship.

“I didn’t know if you’d feel the same, so I gave you space. I focused on work. Tried to distract myself. But… none of it worked.”

The memory creeps in—waking up next to him, tangled in your sheets, his fingers gliding along the slope of your shoulder like he was memorizing a page he’d never get to read again. You told yourself it was a one-time thing. A fluke. Fun and harmless.

But the moment you parted ways that morning, you knew better. Something had shifted. From then on, seeing him as ‘just a friend’ felt like a lie you couldn’t keep telling yourself.

“I was scared to mess it up,” you admit. “You’re one of the good ones and I didn’t want to complicate what we have.”

“I think it’s a little too late for that,” he replies wryly.

You peer up at him, his smile is faint yet affectionate. 

He lifts a hand, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “I just couldn’t forget any of it. Especially…” His thumb lingers beneath your lower lip. “The sounds you made. The way you felt. Tasted.” His voice drops with each word until it is barely a breath.

“Sounds like you needed a full memory reset,” you say, pulse racing.

Jihoon’s eyes lock with yours, his lips hovering near your mouth.

“Or maybe…” he counters, “I needed a refresher.”

You look into his eyes, and the hunger there is unmistakable. The smirk tugging at his lips tells you he knows you want this just as badly.

“Didn’t I tell you to quit staring at me like that?”

He tilts his head in mock innocence. “Oops. Guess I managed to block one thing from my memory.”

Your laugh tumbles out before you can stop it, with his following right after, melting some of the tension.

“So does this mean,” you ask quietly, “we can stop pretending?”

“I never pretended,” he says. “I was just waiting. Hoping you’d come around eventually.”

You smile, fingers reaching up to trace his jawline. “Guess I must have really tested your patience, huh?”

Distracted by your touch, he doesn’t answer right away. His hand flexes at your waist, eyes darkening again.

“Even now,” he murmurs, “you’re still testing it.”

You rest your palm on his chest, brushing your nose against his.

He curses under his breath, eyes fluttering shut. “Please,” he says, voice rough with restraint.

Your smile curves mischievously. Your fingers drift beneath his hoodie, skimming over the skin above his waistband.

“Please what?” you purr.

The groan he lets out is raw and tortured. There’s no posturing and his pride is out the window. If you told him to drop to his knees, he would.

“Jihoon?” you whisper, unsure if he’s still with you. You dart your tongue out and lick his bottom lip to reel him back.

His eyes snap open, pupils blown wide with arousal. His fingers dig into your hips, hard enough to bruise. The pain is delicious.

“Please... I need you. Let me fuck you,” he pleads.

A slow, cocky smile tugs at your lips—then you pull him in, kissing him hard.

Your kisses are frantic, teeth clashing. His hands slide up your back, pulling you close like he’s about to consume you. It’s messy. Addictive. You’re both overwhelmed with want after holding back for so long.

He breaks away, trailing his lips down your jaw, your throat. You tilt your head, giving him more access.

He groans your name as he sucks at your pulse point. And God, hearing him say it like that? You’re done for.

Every filthy thought he’s tried to suppress—the sounds of your moans, the feel of your body, your taste—it’s all happening, now. In real time. And he’s ready to revel in every second of it.

Your hand slips past his waistband. Your fingers wrap around his cock, and begin to stroke. He freezes mid-kiss, moaning into your mouth.

With a low growl rumbling from his chest, he pulls your neck closer, kissing you harder. His hands roving over your body. You grind against the thick length straining under his pants, both of you dizzy with need.

You fumble with his bottoms, but he grabs your hands, tugging you toward his room. You both stumble on your way there, laughing. 

You strip each other’s clothes off between kisses. He lowers you onto his bed, mouth hot against your neck. He slides down to the swell of your breasts, sucking bruises into the soft flesh as he slips your bottoms down your legs.

Your fingers rake over his scalp. You’re briefly caught off-guard by how different it feels now that his hair was much shorter. He moves up to kiss you again, and you push up on your elbows, trying to flip him over so you can be on top. But he rolls you onto your side instead, your back pulled firmly against his chest.

He spreads your thighs with ease, tucking it under his leg, and finds your cleft. His fingers massages your folds, keeping your mouth sealed with his own as he teases you mercilessly. You moan into his mouth as he slips two fingers inside, then drags them out slowly to coat you with your own slick.

“Is this what you want?”

Your jaw goes slack, and all you can manage is a whine.

“You like hearing me beg like that?”

You try to respond, but his fingers thrust in deep again, and your words fade into a gasp.

Then he pulls out again. And again.

Each time leaves you more frenzied, more desperate. He’s punishing you, and you’re loving every second of it.

“Don’t think. Just feel,” he whispers in your ear—the same words he used that first night, when he took his time, coaxing you gently toward your orgasm, savoring every moment it took to unravel you.

“Yes…keep going,” you pant.

It turns him on, how easily you come undone for him. You feel it in the way he holds you, attuned to every flinch, every hitch in your breath—chasing each reaction like a reward. Every touch spurs him on, to find what else will make you scream out his name.

“God, you’re so fucking wet. Why is that?” he teases.

“It’s you,” you breathe. “It’s always you.”

“You like it when I make you feel good?”

You nod, too consumed by pleasure to form words. He doesn’t let up—keeps dragging it out, keeping you teetering right on the edge, only to pull you back again and again, until it’s almost unbearable.

“Let me come. Please.”

He chuckles low, smug. “Since you asked so nicely…”

No more teasing. His rhythm shifts, fingers plunging faster, deeper—giving you exactly what you begged for.

“I’m close!”

“I know. I can feel it.”

Amazing, how that one night was enough for him to familiarize himself with how your body worked—which he’s happy to take full advantage of.

Finally, everything in you snaps. Your climax crashes over you in waves. You cry out hoarsely, clawing at the sheets as your body shudders.

You’ve barely caught your breath when he leans in your ear.

“You want me inside?”

In an instant, your whole body tenses again with need.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Please.”

“Mm-mm,” he tuts. “I don’t think you’re ready for me yet.”

He pulls away and your core clenches at the emptiness. He stretches out lazily on the mattress, a hand reaching for you.

“I want you to sit on my face.”

You slow-blink. “What?” It’s not that you didn’t hear. It was more of a knee-jerk reaction than anything.

“I know you heard me. C’mere.” He grabs your hand, pulling you toward him, sending another wave of arousal through you. You climb over him, thighs shaking. Slowly, you lower yourself onto his mouth.

The groan he lets out when his tongue finds your clit is diabolical.

“Jihoon—fuck—” You gasp, your body trembling from the pleasure. Within moments, you’re reaching for the headboard, steadying yourself.

He grips your legs tighter as he licks and sucks greedily. You rock your hips in slow, deliberate drags against his relentless mouth. Desperate for friction, moaning his name over and over.

His lips wrap around your clit again, and he sucks deeply. Your thighs tighten around his head.

“Oh my god—don’t stop…”

He doesn’t stop. He keeps at it until your release tears through you again. It’s a slower build than the first, but so much more intense. It shatters to pieces on a whole different level.

Legs shaking, you slide off him, collapsing at his side.

“Holy shit,” you choke out breathlessly.

“I could do that all day.” He wipes his mouth, still covered in your arousal, his cock painfully hard. He catches you staring at it.

“I’d very much like to return the favor.”

“You can repay me by coming all over my dick,” his voice strains. “I need to be inside you.”

When you nod, he reaches toward the nightstand, and grabs a foil packet.

“Lay back.”

You do as you’re told. He looms over you, settling between your thighs, one arm braced beside your head. His face hovers just above yours, and brushes his lips over your temple.

“So beautiful,” he whispers.

Warmth blooms in your chest. The kiss that follows is deep and slow. Reverent, even. His tongue brushing yours, gentle and coaxing.

He nudges your thighs open, then pushes into you—inch by inch, taking his time. You gasp, arching into him. Every thrust hitting you just right, combined with each slide of his lips makes you fall deeper.

“I missed this,” he groans, hooking your leg around his waist to get in deeper. “You ever touch yourself?”

Laughing softly, your cheeks flush. “What do you think?” You roll your hips to meet his thrusts.

He smirks, then pulls out. “This is better though.” And slams back hard into you. “Right?”

“Ah! Yes.”

He picks up the pace, each thrust turning rougher, more desperate. Your bodies crash together in a frenzy—kissing through gasps and moans, keen on chasing that final, blinding rush of pleasure.

“You feel so good. I’m gonna come so hard for you.”

You keep your eyes on him, cradling his jaw, your thumb brushing across his cheek. “Look at me,” you whisper.

And he does—eyes locking with yours, dark and desperate, like he’s hanging on by a thread.

“Come for me.”

Your words undo him. Within moments, he groans your name, hips stuttering as your walls tighten around him. You both cry out, clinging to each other as you unravel together.

For a while, you just lay there quietly—bodies spent, sweat-slicked. The only sound is your shared, uneven breaths and the steady thrum of your hearts still racing.

***********************

The sheets are a mess. Pillows kicked halfway off the bed. Your clothes dangle from the edge in the midst of the chaos. Traces of your post-sex haze still linger in the room, and neither of you is in any hurry to move.

You're lying on your stomach, cheek pressed into the pillow, fighting to keep your eyes open.

Jihoon lies beside you, one arm tucked under his head, the other lazily stroking your bare spine. He’s got a smug, Cheshire-cat grin plastered on his face.

“So… dating still seem like a good idea to you?”

You hum into the pillow, cracking one eye open. “I don’t know if I can seriously commit to someone who can’t even manage to fully undress when we fuck,” you say dryly.

His laugh bursts from his belly, bouncing off his bedroom walls.

“Seriously, what is this?” You gesture at his shirt, still clinging to one shoulder like it gave up halfway through.

“What? I was lost in the moment,” he says between laughs. “And you pushed me to the brink!”

“Oh, so now it’s my fault?”

“You just had to stay and put the fucking chicken wings away!”

You look at him wryly. A beat of quiet stretches between you before it’s broken by soft, easy laughter, your bodies still buzzing with the aftermath.

You sigh, rolling onto your side. “You know you’ve officially ruined casual sex for me, right?”

He scoffs, grinning. “Oh, 100%. You’re done for. Spoiled for life. There’s no turning back after this.”

“Hmm…” You prop yourself up on one elbow, pretending to think. “Guess you’d better stick around, then.”

He brings his face closer, pressing a kiss to your bare shoulder. “Yeah,” he says. “I plan to.”

Your heart aches in the best way. His lips find yours, and you surrender to the moment. He eases you down, arms drawing you close until your bodies meld again.

Whatever this is, it feels right—like the pull of gravity. And that’s not just a feeling. It’s science.

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🎥 Lonely Stars (2025) 🔞

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🎥 Cursed, But Still (2025)

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🎥 Danger Zone (2025) 🔞

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"Vernon Chwe—call sign "Chew"—is one of a dozen fighter pilots who's been selected for the prestigious TOPGUN training program, an elite organization that's reserved for the best of the best.

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*This critic is still crafting their review, check back soon!

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Directed by @cheers-to-you-th - Rated PG-13 ☆☆☆☆☆ - Review by '95 LINE

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More fics from new authors will be added to this masterlist throughout the month! Check back soon for more updates!

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𝙗𝙖𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣! [1𝗄 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇] - part. 2: the arrival

synopsis: you and your boyfriend have been working nonstop. performances on his end and endless meetings on yours. when you both finally get a break, he proposes you two get away for a few days. little do the both of you know that this “baecation” will provide physical, emotional, and sexual healing.

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, boyfriend! chan, non-idol! chan (professional dancer! chan), vacation/baecation getaway, lots of teasing, lots of dirty talk, lingerie on reader, hotel room sex, balcony sex, pool sex, basically chan and reader are just horny lovebirds

this part’s tags/warnings: fluff, smut, food, going to a restaurant, mentions of alcohol, we're finally at the beach so if beaches and waterfronts are not your thing this is not the story for you, reader wears a revealing monokini, chan's abs are on display at the pool, kissing/making out, fingering, pool sex, public sex (please don't do this), p in v, sex w/o a condom (please also don't do this without other forms of protection) - please let me know if i missed anything else!

word count: 4.9k

notes: part 2 is FINALLY here my besties! sorry for making y'all wait for this like a movie sequel, so much has happened but i'm finally happy i was able to share this with you all. one of the besties asked if i could make the font bigger, so i made it bigger so it could be more accessible! i hope you enjoy this sweet, sexy second part, cause the heat really turns on in part 3! 👀

taglist will be reblogged!

———

knowing that you would be spending the weekend with your boyfriend put you in a better mood for the rest of the week. even some of your coworkers began to notice that your usual tiresome demeanor was replaced with a brighter, more proactive one. 

after you leave your last meeting, you’re back in your office shutting down your computer and packing your things - when one of your closest comrades knocks on your door. “come in!” you respond, and the door opens revealing a smiling, warm face. “hey girl, hey! i see someone is looking like her usual self!” she beams at you, and you can’t help but smile back. “what’s got you all giddy?” 

“chan and i are going away for the weekend, we’re going to crystal beach!” you grab your keys and purse as you turn off the lights and mina shuts the door for you. both of you walk together towards the elevator. 

“oh my gosh, crystal beach? i’m sooooo jealous, i’ve always wanted to go! i’ve seen insta stories of other people who went, and they say the water is so clear you can see to the bottom! ugh, you lucky, lucky bastard, i can’t believe you’re not taking me!” mina whines and you can’t help but laugh aloud. 

“we’ll take a girls trip soon, mina! plus chan and i haven’t spent a whole ton of time together and now we finally have the chance. i need this week to hurry up so i can feel my toes in the sand,” you sigh dreamily, finally reaching the elevator. you press the down button to head to the parking deck.

“well you better not leave out a single detail - i want to know ev-er-y-thing!” mina declares. “alright, alright - i promise i’ll tell you everything when i get back on tuesday,” you chuckle, waving your friend goodbye as the elevator opens. “i’m gonna get my nails touched up this afternoon and i have some extra errands to do before the trip, so i’ll text you before we leave tomorrow!”

“alright, you and chan have fun!” mina smiles at you one last time before the elevator closes with you inside, and you wave to her one last time before the machine starts to move down.

—--

after your nail appointment, the rest of your afternoon turned evening is spent packing the rest of your bags, cleaning your apartment, and cooking and eating dinner. now you’re relaxing on your couch with a glass of wine, reading a book and listening to some music. you could work on some things for work, but you opted not to. on the eve of your vacation, all you wanted to do was unwind. 

after an hour into your reading session, you hear a familiar ding from your phone. you close your book momentarily, reaching for your phone. as you read the text, your face frowns, the day not ending the way you hoped. 

channie ♥️: hey baby, sorry, i have to stay late for tonight’s filming so i don’t think i’ll be able to stay the night 🙁

channie ♥️: i’ll be at your place at 8 okay? get some rest and i’ll see you tomorrow 

you sigh in disappointment, you were kinda hoping to end your day with chan sleeping in your bed and your legs entangled with his. but you couldn’t be too disappointed, at least 24 hours from now, your legs would be intertwined with us. you just had to wait a little longer. 

babe 😏: don’t worry chan, i understand! i’ll see you in the morning <3 

babe 😏: i’m a little disappointed that you can’t spend the night tho :( i was really looking forward to having you all to myself for an extra night

channie ♥️: well don’t you worry 

channie ♥️: i’ll have the whole weekend to make it up to you 

channie ♥️: just got called back to the set, i’ll text you when i’m done okay? love you 😘

your heart skips a beat at his words and you can’t help but twirl your hair at his second message. “i’ll have the whole weekend to make it up to you…” “sounds good to me,” you chuckle, putting your phone down and opening your book again. 

—--

your alarm goes off at 6 am, and while it takes you a minute to regain your senses, a smile makes its way on your face. 

you didn’t have to go to work. 

you would be at the beach in a matter of hours.

and you would be spending the rest of the day with your boyfriend.

you stretch your limbs as you make your way out of your bed, heading towards your bathroom to get yourself ready. 

after showering, changing into your outfit, and eating a light breakfast, you scroll through your social media apps as you wait for chan to come to your apartment. about five minutes after finishing your breakfast, you hear three knocks on your door. like lightning you speed toward the front of your apartment, opening the door and squealing when chan comes into your view, your arms hugging his chest tightly. 

“missed me baby?” chan inquired, wrapping his arms around you and staring at you lovingly, kissing your forehead. “so very much,” you sigh as you lean further into his touch, his sweet scent taking over your senses. before you can get too comfortable though, chan lightly taps your shoulder, which causes you to look up at him.

“as much as i would love to continue holding you, we do have to get on the road pretty soon,” he gently smiles at you, holding your chin up with his fingers. you nod in response as you move away from chan, heading back to your room to get your bags. “are you getting your things? let me get them for you, wait here,” he tells you as he walks in front of you. your face blushes at the simple, yet considerate gesture - your boyfriend was always one to go out of his way for you, even with the simplest of actions. while he works on gathering your belongings, you make sure the rest of the apartment is clean, and you pull the plug on some of your appliances, making sure that your landlords wouldn’t overcharge you for something as simple as a plugged in coffee machine. 

by the time you finish the final check, chan takes both your bags and your purse from your room and brings them to the door. “do you want me to turn off your room lights?” 

“please and thank you,” you smile as you dim the rest of the lights in your space. when chan emerges from your room after turning off your room lights, you open the door so he can come out. chan grabs your bags and you press a button that immediately turns off all of the lights. when both of you exit your apartment, you lock the door, the mini melody playing signifying that your place was secure. 

once you and chan get to his car in the parking garage, he opens the door for you before putting your bags in the back. you thank him as you take your seat, but you quickly notice something laying at your feet. “chan, you got me a blanket?” you ask as your take the thick, decorated cloth and open it up, draping it across your lap. 

“yeah, just in case you got cold or wanted something to wrap up with - i know how much you like having a blanket around you whenever we’re at your place.” 

“just when i think you can’t get any sweeter.. you really spoil me, chan,” you kiss his cheek before he walks around to the driver’s seat. when both of the front doors are closed, he starts the engine and begins to back out of the parking space, driving down level by level to the parking garage entrance.

—--

from the city to crystal beach is about three and a half hours, which lends the perfect opportunity for you and chan to catch up once again about your daily lives. you’ve been on the road for about an hour and fifteen minutes, leaving quite some time for you to view the highway scenery.  there’s music playing from both of your favorite artists, but it’s turned down so you can focus on each other’s voices.

“and yeah, yeonjun and i are going to teach another class this weekend after we perform at all the music shows this week. this is probably the best collaboration i’ve ever done with another dancer. sometimes friendships can put work at odds, but not with yeonjun and i. it really helps that we get along.”

“that’s so great chan! i’m happy for you! i can’t wait to see all of the videos, the last class you two did was incredible, everyone did so well! and i can’t wait to see you on the music shows too, i always cheer when i see your face on the screen! it makes me so proud to see you performing with some of the biggest names in the industry. i know i said it the last time we talked, but i really do want you to know that i’m proud of you.” 

“thanks baby,” a look of genuine sincerity coming from his face. “how have things been at work?” 

“still a bit intense, but knowing that i have this break made things a bit easier. thankfully after this week, a lot of the heavy lifting will be over. if the company that hired us really likes what they see, it could mean a lot of good things, i’d get more commissions, my reputation would increase, my boss has even mentioned a possible promotion!” 

“babe! a promotion? that’s amazing! if you get the promotion what would it mean?” 

“well, it would mean a raise, a bigger office, an assistant, me officially being in charge of teams,” you sigh in amazement, “it would mean i’m one step closer to being in charge. it feels surreal, i remember when i first started at the company as the average employee, and soon i might be in the executive board’s inner circle.”

chan’s heart can’t help but feel overwhelmed with pride for you. he knew this job meant a lot to you, and since he met you - you were always one to put your best foot forward with anything. the fruits of your labor were finally being rewarded, and he couldn’t be happier for you. 

after going to a rest stop to stretch your legs and eat, you’re back on the road again - but a comfortable silence takes over the car. you fell asleep almost as soon as chan reached the highway. he quickly fixes your blanket over your body, admiring how cute you look. “so adorable,” he thinks to himself, rubbing your left leg with his right palm, hands going back to the steering wheel so he can focus on the road. 

10 minutes before the car trip is over, you wake from your slumber, your slight groans getting your boyfriend’s attention. “hey babe, sleep well?” 

“yeah,” you mumble, stretching your arms out as far as you can. “sorry, i wanted to talk to you some more but i guess i was even more tired than i thought.”

“don’t worry about it, baby - like i said, we’ll have plenty of time to do anything and everything we want for the entire weekend.” 

finally, you reach the hotel after a nearly four hour drive. the palm trees, the marble construction, and the grandiose of the outside of the hotel has you amazed. even though this was just a regular franchised hotel, it felt like you were at one of those luxury hotels you saw in the dramas you watched. 

after chan finds a parking space and turns off the car, the both of you help each other with your belongings as you walk to the hotel’s entrance, the inside stunning you even more than the outside. 

“chan!” you whisper and his head turns toward you, “this hotel is amazing babe! where did you even find this place?” 

“yeonjun helped me out a bit,” he scratches his head shyly.  “stay here for a sec, i’m gonna go check us in.” 

chan walks over to the front desk and you take the time to yourself to notice the hotel’s lobby. you see some of the chefs putting food into several chafing dishes, while other people talk and drink amongst themselves in the dining area. “i guess there’s a dinner party later,” you say to yourself. 

chan comes back with a smile on his face as he takes his half of the luggage. “c’mon baby, our room is ready.” 

you and chan take the elevator up to the 15th floor, one of the highest floors in the hotel. chan lets you exit first, following quickly behind you. “left or right chan?” you ask, not sure which way to turn. 

“right, we’re in a corner near the end of the hallway - room 1563.” you lead the way and after about a two minute walk, you arrive at the door - golden numbers displayed on the nameplate above the peephole. 

chan maneuvers in front of you, holding the multicolored key card to the door’s card reader. two tiny green lights flash as the door unlocks, chan pushing the door away from him to hold it for you. 

as you enter the room, you tell chan thanks momentarily looking behind you to drag the two suitcases you were holding. but as soon as you look in front of you again, you audibly gasp, you can feel the stillness in your breath for a few seconds. 

the room is big enough to showcase a beautiful view of the outside, giving you an almost full access view of the beach through the large, wide glass windows. there’s a separate area for the living room, giving you and chan a place to eat or watch something on the tv. you leave the suitcases aside this time as you venture further into the room, the bathroom decorated in gorgeous white marble reminiscent of the sand. you run your hands over the smooth, tan shower tiles, also taking in how much space there was in the tub. 

you exit the bathroom and enter the bedroom, the king size bed stealing the show with its heavenly, angellike appearance. the sheets, pillows, and covers looked like they were made of clouds. as you fall onto the bed, you let the depths of the furniture overtake you, the softness of everything quickly returning you to dreamland. 

as you turn your body around, you notice that the view that first met your eyes extends into the bedroom. the blue sky and the sandy white beach is still viewable from your room and that easily becomes the icing on the cake. 

“chan, this is literally the best hotel room ever!” you say excitedly as he comes back into your line of vision. he lugs some of the suitcases behind him, putting them against the wall. he figured you both would find some time to unpack later. “i’m glad you like it baby! i called the hotel during my breaks to make sure we had a room with a great view, and by the looks of it - they really delivered!’ 

you stand up from the bed and walk towards the windows, getting a more intimate view of the outside. you sigh in relief at the sheer beauty of the ocean, hands caressing your heart through your clothes. as chan congregates the rest of the luggage against the wall, he notices you taking in the view and walks behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. his soft lips kiss the shell of your ear and you automatically blush, knowing what that action does to you. 

“let’s make this the best weekend ever,” he states, rubbing the small of your waist with his thumb. 

you nod in response, leaning into his touch - spending a few more quiet moments with your lover as you both take in the view beyond the glass. 

—---

a few hours pass by as you and chan get settled in for the weekend. while chan rests from all the driving, you decided to unpack your belongings in the meantime. you work on rearranging your skincare products in the bathroom when chan calls out your name. 

“yeah baby?” you inquire as you tidy up, exiting the bathroom, your eyes meeting your boyfriend’s. “are you hungry by any chance? i think the food we ate at the rest stop has worn off for me.” 

you notice a quiet, quick rumble from your stomach as soon as chan mentions the word “food.” to be honest, everything you ate from the rest stop wore off by the time you got to the hotel, but you didn’t have much of an appetite to tell chan that you were hungry. 

“some food sounds great,” you sigh, noticing that the sky is beginning to change colors. you pick up your phone and the clock reads 6:47, realizing the sun would probably go down within the next 30, 45 minutes. “we should probably go now though, just in case there are any long lines.”

“okay, let me straighten up and then we can go okay?” chan moves from the bed and into the bathroom to take a look at himself in the mirror. “that’s alright - i want to change too before we leave, you have some time!” you open your suitcase and find a pair of denim shorts and a crop top, discarding your sweats and oversized shirt. after changing, you quickly check yourself in the bedroom’s full length mirror, fixing your hair and applying a little more perfume. 

at the same time, chan finishes up and exits the bathroom and grabs his bag, asking if you were ready to leave. you quickly grab your room key and put it in your bag. 

“ready, let’s go!” you say as you take his hand and exit the room, the door locking behind you.

after a few minutes of walking outside the hotel, you quickly notice a restaurant right on the waterfront. it looked busy, but not too busy to where you and chan would have to wait a long time. 

“hey chan, why don’t we go here?” you point in the direction of the beach. “it’s close by and we could walk down the shore after if you want.”

“okay, that sounds good,” chan agrees as he takes your hand once again. 

in 15 minutes, you arrive at the restaurant, get a booth right by a view of the beach, and you’re currently waiting for food to come to feed both your stomachs. you share another comfortable silence, the hunger taking over the need to speak. 

once the food comes out and both of you have eaten a decent amount, chan takes the opportunity to speak to you. “did you want to do anything special tonight? or did you wanna relax back in the room?”

you deliberate for a moment, but then you remembered something that caught your attention before you left the hotel. “do you wanna have a late night swim?” you lace a hint of sexy suggestion within the question. “i saw a heated pool, or at least it looked like it was heated, and now i really wanna go,” you sweetly smile at him and he can’t help but smile back at your cuteness. 

“a swim sounds great, actually - let’s do it!” he smirks to himself as he takes a sip of his drink. 

“what are you thinking about over there?” you playfully question him. 

“nothing,” he laughs as she shakes his head, the thought of you in a skimpy bathing suit entering his mind. 

the next two hours are spent taking in the sights and scenery of the boardwalk and then walking back to the hotel, hand in hand with your lover. once both of you are back in your hotel room, you both head to the bedroom to get your swimwear. 

once you have your monokini in hand, your mind comes up with a brilliant, naughty idea. 

“hey chan, i’m gonna change in the bathroom, can you wait for me on the couch when you’re done?” 

“sure, no problem,” he responds, an inquisitive look on his face. he decides not to question your motives, but he knows you’re up to something. 

you head into the bathroom, closing the door, behind you with a smile on your face. you hold the soft blue one-piece to your chest, with waist cut-outs and a golden ring in the center holding the sexy piece of clothing together. 

truth be told, as much as you were excited to spend this vacation relaxing with chan, you couldn’t deny the physical needs you had for him too. there would be some days he would video call you after a long night of practice and a throbbing sensation between your legs grew at how good he looked. between his hair falling in his face and his deep, soothing voice, your body yearned for his body to be on top of yours, kissing you deeply, fucking you into the morning. but because you were too sweet to disrupt his schedule (and knowing you had things to do too), you often took care of things yourself. 

this vacation was your moment, for you to fulfill your latest fantasies and for him to eventually have his way with you - and this sexy little one-piece (you hope) would get the ball rolling. you strip out of your clothes and slip on the bathing suit, quickly admiring yourself in the mirror. you turn around and smirk to yourself as most of your behind is on display, the cheekiness of the cutouts accentuating your curves. god, you couldn’t wait for him to get his hands on you - knowing he would find you irresistible. 

“baby, are you ready?” chan calls out to you from the couch. you quickly put on your cover up, a long periwinkle button up shirt, making sure chan wouldn’t get any early surprises.  

“coming!” you call back, closing the bathroom door behind you and putting your sandals back on. you enter the living room and see chan scrolling on his phone, black swim trunks and white t-shirt on to cover him up for the meantime. chan comes to attention when he sees you enter the room, standing up from the couch. 

“okay, let’s go!” you nod your head in the direction of the door as chan walks behind you. 

“lead the way, baby.” 

—--

you scan your key card against the reader, and the door to the pool area unlocks. to your surprise, the floor is completely empty - not another body in sight. “hmm, i honestly thought there would be more people here - i mean, it’s not that late,” you drop your belongings on the nearest chair and take off your sandals. 

“i guess everyone decided to keep to themselves tonight, lucky for us though,” chan smiles as he pulls his shirt over his head. 

and that’s when you freeze. 

“oh my god?? since when did he get so built?” you think to yourself. 

everything from his arms, shoulders, and pecs are defined and detailed, but your eyes immediately are drawn to his abs. his gorgeous, sculpted six-pack abs that you so desperately wanted to roam your tongue along and ride until you were dripping down his body. 

it’s been entirely too long since you got some action. you needed him now.

“you okay?” chan asks, tapping your shoulder and snapping you out of your daze. “huh?” you respond by shaking your head. “you were kinda staring at me blankly for a minute.” you blush, trying to hide your face in your shoulder. now you’ve weirded your boyfriend out. “sorry, i’m fine,” you whisper, but your body was clearly displaying that you were anything but fine. 

you try and relieve the awkwardness by taking off your cover up, letting the shirt fall off your body and onto the folding chair near to your feet. now it’s chan’s turn to stop and stare. everything about your little one-piece enticed him. it fit your body perfectly, especially the cutouts - showing slivers of your skin. now he had an urge to lace his fingers in through the cloth and take you down.

this time, you don’t see him longing staring at you - only noticing he wasn’t immediately following behind you as you took the steps down into the water. “channie,” you call out to him in a sing-song voice, beckoning him with your index finger to come over. “c’mon baby, it’s not as fun without you.” 

—--

all it takes is 7 minutes. 

7 minutes of swimming, splashing chan in the face with water (and him getting you back), and seeing who can hold their breath the longest - before your mind goes back to earlier thoughts. 

 “channie?” 

“yeah, baby?”

“i know i’ve said this already, but i’m really glad i get to spend this weekend with you. i really missed spending time with you.” 

chan heart swells at your words and he moves strands of hair that got in your face. “i missed spending time with you too, all those late nights where all i wanted to do was hold in my arms. and now i finally can. you have no idea how much i missed you.” 

you see an opportunity and take the chance. you tenderly wrap your legs around chan’s waist. once chan sees what you are trying to do, he holds you by the small of your back, swimming with you to the shallowest edge of the pool. 

“you look so pretty like this,” he admires as your back hits the edge of the pool. chan’s lips inch closer to yours, the tension so thick between you two you could cut it with a knife. deciding not to waste any more time, you press your lips gently against his and he kisses you back with such intensity that you can feel your body begin to heat up. 

chan’s tongue begins to dance with yours and he angles your neck so you could feel him even more. you moan into his mouth as one of his hands holds your jaw - and one of your hands holds his forearms for stability. then you feel chan’s mouth move to your neck, his lips slowly moving down your skin. you feel him alternating between soft nips and licks, knowing exactly which spots that get you going. your moans become louder and higher in pitch and your grip on chan’s forearms becomes tighter as he continues. 

“mmm, channie!” you gasp as he bites down on one of your sweet spots. “that feels so good, fuck!” 

chan smirks in response, enjoying every little whimper and mewl that came out your mouth. maybe he would admit this out loud one day, but he loves it when you audibly react whenever he makes you feel good. 

and he had every intention to get you to scream his name in this unoccupied pool. 

his fingers work his way to the bottom of your one-piece, slipping them inside so he can massage your clit. he starts at a slow pace, rubbing the pads of his fingers back and forth. you bite your lip at the feeling, threatening to draw blood. he continues at the steady pace with you chanting his name like it was the only word you knew. 

then it happens. the rubbing becomes thrusting, pistoning - and with water surrounding the both of you, everything feels so surreal that you nearly feel lightheaded. 

“ahhh, channie - i’m gonna! i’m g-gonna,” you cry, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening. but the second chan feels you’re about to release, he removes his fingers from your wetness - bringing them to his mouth so he can taste you. 

“chan?! why’d you stop?” you shriek, almost upset that he didn’t let you cum but your disappointment quickly turns to shock as he hoists you up to sit at the edge of the pool, gently pushing you down so your back hits the floor. chan’s hands rush to take off your swimsuit, pulling it down low enough to have your chest and your pussy exposed. 

once you're taken care of, he takes off his swim trunks revealing his very hard, very thick dick. it’s then that you realize you two also haven’t had sex in a while either and you wanted nothing else than for chan to be inside you. 

“let’s see how long you can last,” he smirks, putting his tip in as you gasp. once you begin to adjust to his tip, he eases more of him inside your aching walls, thrusting slowly first like he did with his fingers. 

“please go faster,” you beg, barely above a whisper. “channie, i need you, i need you so bad!” 

he obliges and speeds up, thrusting into you quicker and your body begins to writhe. 

“oh god, oh god - chan! channie! channie i can’t! i can’t!” you sob, unable to hold back any longer. you come all over his lower half, pretty sure your juices were leaking onto the concrete floor. 

you’re panting at this point, sitting up to regain some air. what happened seems to be unreal. did you really just get fucked in and out of a pool? without getting caught? 

before you mind starts to wonder any further, chan kisses you one last time and you press your chest against his, wanting to be closer to him. 

“why don’t we take this back to the room, huh?” chan asks. 

without a word - you quickly grab your bags, your towels, and his hand, pressing the button to exit the pool room and moving toward the elevator. 

[dirtysvthoughts]

𝙗𝙖𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣! [1𝗄 𝖼𝖾𝗅𝖾𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇] - part. 2: the arrival

synopsis: you and your boyfriend have been working nonstop. performances on his end and endless meetings on yours. when you both finally get a break, he proposes you two get away for a few days. little do the both of you know that this “baecation” will provide physical, emotional, and sexual healing.

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, boyfriend! chan, non-idol! chan (professional dancer! chan), vacation/baecation getaway, lots of teasing, lots of dirty talk, lingerie on reader, hotel room sex, balcony sex, pool sex, basically chan and reader are just horny lovebirds

this part’s tags/warnings: fluff, smut, food, going to a restaurant, mentions of alcohol, we're finally at the beach so if beaches and waterfronts are not your thing this is not the story for you, reader wears a revealing monokini, chan's abs are on display at the pool, kissing/making out, fingering, pool sex, public sex (please don't do this), p in v, sex w/o a condom (please also don't do this without other forms of protection) - please let me know if i missed anything else!

word count: 4.9k

notes: part 2 is FINALLY here my besties! sorry for making y'all wait for this like a movie sequel, so much has happened but i'm finally happy i was able to share this with you all. one of the besties asked if i could make the font bigger, so i made it bigger so it could be more accessible! i hope you enjoy this sweet, sexy second part, cause the heat really turns on in part 3! 👀

taglist will be reblogged!

———

knowing that you would be spending the weekend with your boyfriend put you in a better mood for the rest of the week. even some of your coworkers began to notice that your usual tiresome demeanor was replaced with a brighter, more proactive one. 

after you leave your last meeting, you’re back in your office shutting down your computer and packing your things - when one of your closest comrades knocks on your door. “come in!” you respond, and the door opens revealing a smiling, warm face. “hey girl, hey! i see someone is looking like her usual self!” she beams at you, and you can’t help but smile back. “what’s got you all giddy?” 

“chan and i are going away for the weekend, we’re going to crystal beach!” you grab your keys and purse as you turn off the lights and mina shuts the door for you. both of you walk together towards the elevator. 

“oh my gosh, crystal beach? i’m sooooo jealous, i’ve always wanted to go! i’ve seen insta stories of other people who went, and they say the water is so clear you can see to the bottom! ugh, you lucky, lucky bastard, i can’t believe you’re not taking me!” mina whines and you can’t help but laugh aloud. 

“we’ll take a girls trip soon, mina! plus chan and i haven’t spent a whole ton of time together and now we finally have the chance. i need this week to hurry up so i can feel my toes in the sand,” you sigh dreamily, finally reaching the elevator. you press the down button to head to the parking deck.

“well you better not leave out a single detail - i want to know ev-er-y-thing!” mina declares. “alright, alright - i promise i’ll tell you everything when i get back on tuesday,” you chuckle, waving your friend goodbye as the elevator opens. “i’m gonna get my nails touched up this afternoon and i have some extra errands to do before the trip, so i’ll text you before we leave tomorrow!”

“alright, you and chan have fun!” mina smiles at you one last time before the elevator closes with you inside, and you wave to her one last time before the machine starts to move down.

—--

after your nail appointment, the rest of your afternoon turned evening is spent packing the rest of your bags, cleaning your apartment, and cooking and eating dinner. now you’re relaxing on your couch with a glass of wine, reading a book and listening to some music. you could work on some things for work, but you opted not to. on the eve of your vacation, all you wanted to do was unwind. 

after an hour into your reading session, you hear a familiar ding from your phone. you close your book momentarily, reaching for your phone. as you read the text, your face frowns, the day not ending the way you hoped. 

channie ♥️: hey baby, sorry, i have to stay late for tonight’s filming so i don’t think i’ll be able to stay the night 🙁

channie ♥️: i’ll be at your place at 8 okay? get some rest and i’ll see you tomorrow 

you sigh in disappointment, you were kinda hoping to end your day with chan sleeping in your bed and your legs entangled with his. but you couldn’t be too disappointed, at least 24 hours from now, your legs would be intertwined with us. you just had to wait a little longer. 

babe 😏: don’t worry chan, i understand! i’ll see you in the morning <3 

babe 😏: i’m a little disappointed that you can’t spend the night tho :( i was really looking forward to having you all to myself for an extra night

channie ♥️: well don’t you worry 

channie ♥️: i’ll have the whole weekend to make it up to you 

channie ♥️: just got called back to the set, i’ll text you when i’m done okay? love you 😘

your heart skips a beat at his words and you can’t help but twirl your hair at his second message. “i’ll have the whole weekend to make it up to you…” “sounds good to me,” you chuckle, putting your phone down and opening your book again. 

—--

your alarm goes off at 6 am, and while it takes you a minute to regain your senses, a smile makes its way on your face. 

you didn’t have to go to work. 

you would be at the beach in a matter of hours.

and you would be spending the rest of the day with your boyfriend.

you stretch your limbs as you make your way out of your bed, heading towards your bathroom to get yourself ready. 

after showering, changing into your outfit, and eating a light breakfast, you scroll through your social media apps as you wait for chan to come to your apartment. about five minutes after finishing your breakfast, you hear three knocks on your door. like lightning you speed toward the front of your apartment, opening the door and squealing when chan comes into your view, your arms hugging his chest tightly. 

“missed me baby?” chan inquired, wrapping his arms around you and staring at you lovingly, kissing your forehead. “so very much,” you sigh as you lean further into his touch, his sweet scent taking over your senses. before you can get too comfortable though, chan lightly taps your shoulder, which causes you to look up at him.

“as much as i would love to continue holding you, we do have to get on the road pretty soon,” he gently smiles at you, holding your chin up with his fingers. you nod in response as you move away from chan, heading back to your room to get your bags. “are you getting your things? let me get them for you, wait here,” he tells you as he walks in front of you. your face blushes at the simple, yet considerate gesture - your boyfriend was always one to go out of his way for you, even with the simplest of actions. while he works on gathering your belongings, you make sure the rest of the apartment is clean, and you pull the plug on some of your appliances, making sure that your landlords wouldn’t overcharge you for something as simple as a plugged in coffee machine. 

by the time you finish the final check, chan takes both your bags and your purse from your room and brings them to the door. “do you want me to turn off your room lights?” 

“please and thank you,” you smile as you dim the rest of the lights in your space. when chan emerges from your room after turning off your room lights, you open the door so he can come out. chan grabs your bags and you press a button that immediately turns off all of the lights. when both of you exit your apartment, you lock the door, the mini melody playing signifying that your place was secure. 

once you and chan get to his car in the parking garage, he opens the door for you before putting your bags in the back. you thank him as you take your seat, but you quickly notice something laying at your feet. “chan, you got me a blanket?” you ask as your take the thick, decorated cloth and open it up, draping it across your lap. 

“yeah, just in case you got cold or wanted something to wrap up with - i know how much you like having a blanket around you whenever we’re at your place.” 

“just when i think you can’t get any sweeter.. you really spoil me, chan,” you kiss his cheek before he walks around to the driver’s seat. when both of the front doors are closed, he starts the engine and begins to back out of the parking space, driving down level by level to the parking garage entrance.

���--

from the city to crystal beach is about three and a half hours, which lends the perfect opportunity for you and chan to catch up once again about your daily lives. you’ve been on the road for about an hour and fifteen minutes, leaving quite some time for you to view the highway scenery.  there’s music playing from both of your favorite artists, but it’s turned down so you can focus on each other’s voices.

“and yeah, yeonjun and i are going to teach another class this weekend after we perform at all the music shows this week. this is probably the best collaboration i’ve ever done with another dancer. sometimes friendships can put work at odds, but not with yeonjun and i. it really helps that we get along.”

“that’s so great chan! i’m happy for you! i can’t wait to see all of the videos, the last class you two did was incredible, everyone did so well! and i can’t wait to see you on the music shows too, i always cheer when i see your face on the screen! it makes me so proud to see you performing with some of the biggest names in the industry. i know i said it the last time we talked, but i really do want you to know that i’m proud of you.” 

“thanks baby,” a look of genuine sincerity coming from his face. “how have things been at work?” 

“still a bit intense, but knowing that i have this break made things a bit easier. thankfully after this week, a lot of the heavy lifting will be over. if the company that hired us really likes what they see, it could mean a lot of good things, i’d get more commissions, my reputation would increase, my boss has even mentioned a possible promotion!” 

“babe! a promotion? that’s amazing! if you get the promotion what would it mean?” 

“well, it would mean a raise, a bigger office, an assistant, me officially being in charge of teams,” you sigh in amazement, “it would mean i’m one step closer to being in charge. it feels surreal, i remember when i first started at the company as the average employee, and soon i might be in the executive board’s inner circle.”

chan’s heart can’t help but feel overwhelmed with pride for you. he knew this job meant a lot to you, and since he met you - you were always one to put your best foot forward with anything. the fruits of your labor were finally being rewarded, and he couldn’t be happier for you. 

after going to a rest stop to stretch your legs and eat, you’re back on the road again - but a comfortable silence takes over the car. you fell asleep almost as soon as chan reached the highway. he quickly fixes your blanket over your body, admiring how cute you look. “so adorable,” he thinks to himself, rubbing your left leg with his right palm, hands going back to the steering wheel so he can focus on the road. 

10 minutes before the car trip is over, you wake from your slumber, your slight groans getting your boyfriend’s attention. “hey babe, sleep well?” 

“yeah,” you mumble, stretching your arms out as far as you can. “sorry, i wanted to talk to you some more but i guess i was even more tired than i thought.”

“don’t worry about it, baby - like i said, we’ll have plenty of time to do anything and everything we want for the entire weekend.” 

finally, you reach the hotel after a nearly four hour drive. the palm trees, the marble construction, and the grandiose of the outside of the hotel has you amazed. even though this was just a regular franchised hotel, it felt like you were at one of those luxury hotels you saw in the dramas you watched. 

after chan finds a parking space and turns off the car, the both of you help each other with your belongings as you walk to the hotel’s entrance, the inside stunning you even more than the outside. 

“chan!” you whisper and his head turns toward you, “this hotel is amazing babe! where did you even find this place?” 

“yeonjun helped me out a bit,” he scratches his head shyly.  “stay here for a sec, i’m gonna go check us in.” 

chan walks over to the front desk and you take the time to yourself to notice the hotel’s lobby. you see some of the chefs putting food into several chafing dishes, while other people talk and drink amongst themselves in the dining area. “i guess there’s a dinner party later,” you say to yourself. 

chan comes back with a smile on his face as he takes his half of the luggage. “c’mon baby, our room is ready.” 

you and chan take the elevator up to the 15th floor, one of the highest floors in the hotel. chan lets you exit first, following quickly behind you. “left or right chan?” you ask, not sure which way to turn. 

“right, we’re in a corner near the end of the hallway - room 1563.” you lead the way and after about a two minute walk, you arrive at the door - golden numbers displayed on the nameplate above the peephole. 

chan maneuvers in front of you, holding the multicolored key card to the door’s card reader. two tiny green lights flash as the door unlocks, chan pushing the door away from him to hold it for you. 

as you enter the room, you tell chan thanks momentarily looking behind you to drag the two suitcases you were holding. but as soon as you look in front of you again, you audibly gasp, you can feel the stillness in your breath for a few seconds. 

the room is big enough to showcase a beautiful view of the outside, giving you an almost full access view of the beach through the large, wide glass windows. there’s a separate area for the living room, giving you and chan a place to eat or watch something on the tv. you leave the suitcases aside this time as you venture further into the room, the bathroom decorated in gorgeous white marble reminiscent of the sand. you run your hands over the smooth, tan shower tiles, also taking in how much space there was in the tub. 

you exit the bathroom and enter the bedroom, the king size bed stealing the show with its heavenly, angellike appearance. the sheets, pillows, and covers looked like they were made of clouds. as you fall onto the bed, you let the depths of the furniture overtake you, the softness of everything quickly returning you to dreamland. 

as you turn your body around, you notice that the view that first met your eyes extends into the bedroom. the blue sky and the sandy white beach is still viewable from your room and that easily becomes the icing on the cake. 

“chan, this is literally the best hotel room ever!” you say excitedly as he comes back into your line of vision. he lugs some of the suitcases behind him, putting them against the wall. he figured you both would find some time to unpack later. “i’m glad you like it baby! i called the hotel during my breaks to make sure we had a room with a great view, and by the looks of it - they really delivered!’ 

you stand up from the bed and walk towards the windows, getting a more intimate view of the outside. you sigh in relief at the sheer beauty of the ocean, hands caressing your heart through your clothes. as chan congregates the rest of the luggage against the wall, he notices you taking in the view and walks behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. his soft lips kiss the shell of your ear and you automatically blush, knowing what that action does to you. 

“let’s make this the best weekend ever,” he states, rubbing the small of your waist with his thumb. 

you nod in response, leaning into his touch - spending a few more quiet moments with your lover as you both take in the view beyond the glass. 

—---

a few hours pass by as you and chan get settled in for the weekend. while chan rests from all the driving, you decided to unpack your belongings in the meantime. you work on rearranging your skincare products in the bathroom when chan calls out your name. 

“yeah baby?” you inquire as you tidy up, exiting the bathroom, your eyes meeting your boyfriend’s. “are you hungry by any chance? i think the food we ate at the rest stop has worn off for me.” 

you notice a quiet, quick rumble from your stomach as soon as chan mentions the word “food.” to be honest, everything you ate from the rest stop wore off by the time you got to the hotel, but you didn’t have much of an appetite to tell chan that you were hungry. 

“some food sounds great,” you sigh, noticing that the sky is beginning to change colors. you pick up your phone and the clock reads 6:47, realizing the sun would probably go down within the next 30, 45 minutes. “we should probably go now though, just in case there are any long lines.”

“okay, let me straighten up and then we can go okay?” chan moves from the bed and into the bathroom to take a look at himself in the mirror. “that’s alright - i want to change too before we leave, you have some time!” you open your suitcase and find a pair of denim shorts and a crop top, discarding your sweats and oversized shirt. after changing, you quickly check yourself in the bedroom’s full length mirror, fixing your hair and applying a little more perfume. 

at the same time, chan finishes up and exits the bathroom and grabs his bag, asking if you were ready to leave. you quickly grab your room key and put it in your bag. 

“ready, let’s go!” you say as you take his hand and exit the room, the door locking behind you.

after a few minutes of walking outside the hotel, you quickly notice a restaurant right on the waterfront. it looked busy, but not too busy to where you and chan would have to wait a long time. 

“hey chan, why don’t we go here?” you point in the direction of the beach. “it’s close by and we could walk down the shore after if you want.”

“okay, that sounds good,” chan agrees as he takes your hand once again. 

in 15 minutes, you arrive at the restaurant, get a booth right by a view of the beach, and you’re currently waiting for food to come to feed both your stomachs. you share another comfortable silence, the hunger taking over the need to speak. 

once the food comes out and both of you have eaten a decent amount, chan takes the opportunity to speak to you. “did you want to do anything special tonight? or did you wanna relax back in the room?”

you deliberate for a moment, but then you remembered something that caught your attention before you left the hotel. “do you wanna have a late night swim?” you lace a hint of sexy suggestion within the question. “i saw a heated pool, or at least it looked like it was heated, and now i really wanna go,” you sweetly smile at him and he can’t help but smile back at your cuteness. 

“a swim sounds great, actually - let’s do it!” he smirks to himself as he takes a sip of his drink. 

“what are you thinking about over there?” you playfully question him. 

“nothing,” he laughs as she shakes his head, the thought of you in a skimpy bathing suit entering his mind. 

the next two hours are spent taking in the sights and scenery of the boardwalk and then walking back to the hotel, hand in hand with your lover. once both of you are back in your hotel room, you both head to the bedroom to get your swimwear. 

once you have your monokini in hand, your mind comes up with a brilliant, naughty idea. 

“hey chan, i’m gonna change in the bathroom, can you wait for me on the couch when you’re done?” 

“sure, no problem,” he responds, an inquisitive look on his face. he decides not to question your motives, but he knows you’re up to something. 

you head into the bathroom, closing the door, behind you with a smile on your face. you hold the soft blue one-piece to your chest, with waist cut-outs and a golden ring in the center holding the sexy piece of clothing together. 

truth be told, as much as you were excited to spend this vacation relaxing with chan, you couldn’t deny the physical needs you had for him too. there would be some days he would video call you after a long night of practice and a throbbing sensation between your legs grew at how good he looked. between his hair falling in his face and his deep, soothing voice, your body yearned for his body to be on top of yours, kissing you deeply, fucking you into the morning. but because you were too sweet to disrupt his schedule (and knowing you had things to do too), you often took care of things yourself. 

this vacation was your moment, for you to fulfill your latest fantasies and for him to eventually have his way with you - and this sexy little one-piece (you hope) would get the ball rolling. you strip out of your clothes and slip on the bathing suit, quickly admiring yourself in the mirror. you turn around and smirk to yourself as most of your behind is on display, the cheekiness of the cutouts accentuating your curves. god, you couldn’t wait for him to get his hands on you - knowing he would find you irresistible. 

“baby, are you ready?” chan calls out to you from the couch. you quickly put on your cover up, a long periwinkle button up shirt, making sure chan wouldn’t get any early surprises.  

“coming!” you call back, closing the bathroom door behind you and putting your sandals back on. you enter the living room and see chan scrolling on his phone, black swim trunks and white t-shirt on to cover him up for the meantime. chan comes to attention when he sees you enter the room, standing up from the couch. 

“okay, let’s go!” you nod your head in the direction of the door as chan walks behind you. 

“lead the way, baby.” 

—--

you scan your key card against the reader, and the door to the pool area unlocks. to your surprise, the floor is completely empty - not another body in sight. “hmm, i honestly thought there would be more people here - i mean, it’s not that late,” you drop your belongings on the nearest chair and take off your sandals. 

“i guess everyone decided to keep to themselves tonight, lucky for us though,” chan smiles as he pulls his shirt over his head. 

and that’s when you freeze. 

“oh my god?? since when did he get so built?” you think to yourself. 

everything from his arms, shoulders, and pecs are defined and detailed, but your eyes immediately are drawn to his abs. his gorgeous, sculpted six-pack abs that you so desperately wanted to roam your tongue along and ride until you were dripping down his body. 

it’s been entirely too long since you got some action. you needed him now.

“you okay?” chan asks, tapping your shoulder and snapping you out of your daze. “huh?” you respond by shaking your head. “you were kinda staring at me blankly for a minute.” you blush, trying to hide your face in your shoulder. now you’ve weirded your boyfriend out. “sorry, i’m fine,” you whisper, but your body was clearly displaying that you were anything but fine. 

you try and relieve the awkwardness by taking off your cover up, letting the shirt fall off your body and onto the folding chair near to your feet. now it’s chan’s turn to stop and stare. everything about your little one-piece enticed him. it fit your body perfectly, especially the cutouts - showing slivers of your skin. now he had an urge to lace his fingers in through the cloth and take you down.

this time, you don’t see him longing staring at you - only noticing he wasn’t immediately following behind you as you took the steps down into the water. “channie,” you call out to him in a sing-song voice, beckoning him with your index finger to come over. “c’mon baby, it’s not as fun without you.” 

—--

all it takes is 7 minutes. 

7 minutes of swimming, splashing chan in the face with water (and him getting you back), and seeing who can hold their breath the longest - before your mind goes back to earlier thoughts. 

 “channie?” 

“yeah, baby?”

“i know i’ve said this already, but i’m really glad i get to spend this weekend with you. i really missed spending time with you.” 

chan heart swells at your words and he moves strands of hair that got in your face. “i missed spending time with you too, all those late nights where all i wanted to do was hold in my arms. and now i finally can. you have no idea how much i missed you.” 

you see an opportunity and take the chance. you tenderly wrap your legs around chan’s waist. once chan sees what you are trying to do, he holds you by the small of your back, swimming with you to the shallowest edge of the pool. 

“you look so pretty like this,” he admires as your back hits the edge of the pool. chan’s lips inch closer to yours, the tension so thick between you two you could cut it with a knife. deciding not to waste any more time, you press your lips gently against his and he kisses you back with such intensity that you can feel your body begin to heat up. 

chan’s tongue begins to dance with yours and he angles your neck so you could feel him even more. you moan into his mouth as one of his hands holds your jaw - and one of your hands holds his forearms for stability. then you feel chan’s mouth move to your neck, his lips slowly moving down your skin. you feel him alternating between soft nips and licks, knowing exactly which spots that get you going. your moans become louder and higher in pitch and your grip on chan’s forearms becomes tighter as he continues. 

“mmm, channie!” you gasp as he bites down on one of your sweet spots. “that feels so good, fuck!” 

chan smirks in response, enjoying every little whimper and mewl that came out your mouth. maybe he would admit this out loud one day, but he loves it when you audibly react whenever he makes you feel good. 

and he had every intention to get you to scream his name in this unoccupied pool. 

his fingers work his way to the bottom of your one-piece, slipping them inside so he can massage your clit. he starts at a slow pace, rubbing the pads of his fingers back and forth. you bite your lip at the feeling, threatening to draw blood. he continues at the steady pace with you chanting his name like it was the only word you knew. 

then it happens. the rubbing becomes thrusting, pistoning - and with water surrounding the both of you, everything feels so surreal that you nearly feel lightheaded. 

“ahhh, channie - i’m gonna! i’m g-gonna,” you cry, feeling the knot in your stomach tightening. but the second chan feels you’re about to release, he removes his fingers from your wetness - bringing them to his mouth so he can taste you. 

“chan?! why’d you stop?” you shriek, almost upset that he didn’t let you cum but your disappointment quickly turns to shock as he hoists you up to sit at the edge of the pool, gently pushing you down so your back hits the floor. chan’s hands rush to take off your swimsuit, pulling it down low enough to have your chest and your pussy exposed. 

once you're taken care of, he takes off his swim trunks revealing his very hard, very thick dick. it’s then that you realize you two also haven’t had sex in a while either and you wanted nothing else than for chan to be inside you. 

“let’s see how long you can last,” he smirks, putting his tip in as you gasp. once you begin to adjust to his tip, he eases more of him inside your aching walls, thrusting slowly first like he did with his fingers. 

“please go faster,” you beg, barely above a whisper. “channie, i need you, i need you so bad!” 

he obliges and speeds up, thrusting into you quicker and your body begins to writhe. 

“oh god, oh god - chan! channie! channie i can’t! i can’t!” you sob, unable to hold back any longer. you come all over his lower half, pretty sure your juices were leaking onto the concrete floor. 

you’re panting at this point, sitting up to regain some air. what happened seems to be unreal. did you really just get fucked in and out of a pool? without getting caught? 

before you mind starts to wonder any further, chan kisses you one last time and you press your chest against his, wanting to be closer to him. 

“why don’t we take this back to the room, huh?” chan asks. 

without a word - you quickly grab your bags, your towels, and his hand, pressing the button to exit the pool room and moving toward the elevator. 

[dirtysvthoughts]

baecation (yes, baecation) update!

everyone say thank you to yesterday’s d-day vlog bc baecation part two is FINALLY done and will be released tomorrow!

sorry for making y’all wait for so long (i unintentionally spaced out the parts like a movie series), but i can’t wait to share this with you all! ❤️

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(leaving you all with the scene that inspired me to finally finish part 2, he’s so boyfriend here 😩)

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surprise 🤍

tags/warnings: smut (mdni), pwp, female! reader, boyfriend! wonwoo, soft dom! wonwoo, lingerie (on reader), reader and wonwoo celebrate wonwoo's birthday, pet names (pretty, pretty girl, baby, my love), dirty talk, reader gets eaten out

word count: 1.6k

author’s note: this was supposed to be published last year, and then i was supposed to publish this on the 17th kst - but i never got around to it 💀 HOWEVER, i was finally able to write something for my baby’s birthday (regardless of how long it took me to publish it)! here's something a little sexy for us wonwooriduels to celebrate our man 😏 i hope you guys enjoy and make sure to wish the birthday boy a very happy birthday!

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you nervously play with one of the straps of the lace black balconette bra you bought online a few days ago, fidgeting with the clasps to make sure your chest would pop at the perfect angle. you turn around yourself, the matching you also bought deliciously exposing your posterior. 

you were at your boyfriend wonwoo’s apartment, waiting tensely for him to finally come home. today was his birthday and you always spent his birthday night at his place - but this year you wanted to surprise him with something different. for the past few birthdays, you and wonwoo had a pattern - you came over, you guys ate dinner, watched a show or a movie together, eventually ignored said show or movie because you both would be making out, and then concluded his special day with toe-curling, sheet-gripping, “had-you-screaming-so-loud-his-neighbors-could-hear-you” sex. 

and while this was a wonderful chain of events, you had a desire to venture into new territory. you loved lingerie and wonwoo loved lingerie on you but with how busy both your schedules are, you never got the chance to wear a set for him. if you two got to have sex, he was taking off a basic bralette and a pair of cotton panties. you so badly wanted to wear adoring pieces, seeing how your man would react and how he would take you down with (or without) the lingerie. 

and today was the perfect day to test the waters. what better way to surprise your lover, on his birthday, with a lace black two-piece set? as soon as he got home, you would wait for him on his bed, your body inviting him to do as he pleases. 

so deep into your thoughts, you almost didn’t register the keypad door beeping and playing its opening sound. you quickly snap your head and rush out of the bathroom - wonwoo was finally home. 

you scurry to his bed, climbing on top to sit on your knees in the center of the mattress. you give your “outfit” a final once over, making sure nothing was out of place when he saw you. then, you hear the creaking sound of the door, your boyfriend coming into full frame seconds later. 

“hey babe, i’m hom-” wonwoo’s deep voice greeting you, but he stops in his tracks the second his eyes meet yours. pushing any other thoughts aside, you brush your finger behind your ear, sweetly looking up and smiling at the tall, handsome man. 

“happy birthday, my love,” you begin, voice higher than a whisper, but still soft-spoken. “i couldn’t wait for you to come home - i’ve been waiting for you alllll day,” your doe eyes sending his blood rushing to the lower part of his body. 

he smiles and sits on the edge of the bed, chuckling lowly as he admires every inch of your body in the sexy fabric. “well, what do we have here? you got all dressed up for me tonight, huh?” his hand caresses your face and you lean into his touch. 

“i did, just for you,” you whisper climbing into his lap. you take your mouth and guide your lips against his cheek, kissing his soft skin. “do you like it?” you tease him as your fingers caress the top of your breast, wonwoo watching how your nails glide over your body. 

wonwoo responds by taking your chin into his thumb, causing you to look directly into his eyes. he leans in, angles his head, and locks his lips with yours for a deep kiss and you eagerly invite him in by putting your arms around his neck and pressing your chest closer to his. wonwoo’s hands can’t keep to themselves and they begin to explore your body - every curve and every inch of yours gets touched by his big hands. 

a few more seconds and you two separate, a smile on both your faces as he swipes your lips with his left thumb. “you look so beautiful, princess,” he kisses the center of your forehead first, and then trails down to softly kiss your nose. “like a little present for me to unwrap,” his fingers trace down your right bra strap, taking the material and slowly dragging it down your shoulder, kissing the newly exposed skin. you bite back a moan, your body shivering at your boyfriend’s delicate touch. he takes his left hand and slowly grasps your left boob, gently squeezing the soft flesh. “are you gonna let me unwrap you tonight?” 

humming lowly and softly closing your eyes, you don’t even realize your left bra strap has met the same fate as its partner. wonwoo begins kissing the area of your left shoulder and showing attention to your right boob. you try to keep your composure, but the second he begins to massage your nipple through the fabric, you’re finally done holding back. 

“mmm, baby,” you moan softly as this thumb encircles the spot, such a small action getting your panties wet. “so needy,” wonwoo chuckles as he brings his lips to your neck, a louder moan releasing from your mouth. “you like it when i kiss you right there?” you nod in response, adjusting your neck for him to deepen his kiss. 

wonwoo takes the moment to undo the bra clasp with a free hand, the clothing immediately shrugging off your body. wonwoo pulls the bra off for you, tossing it to the other side of his bedroom, revealing your now naked chest. you gently ease him off your neck to kiss him again, leaning your body to the side so you fall onto the bed - with him on top of you. right where you wanted him to be. 

the fervor continues in the room as you both intensely make out, your legs beginning to cage him in. wonwoo’s hands begin to wonder again, this time stopping at the waistband of your panties. wonwoo comes off your lips again, chuckling darkly to himself as he traces the material with his fingers.

“such cute little panties you have on princess - and i bet you - they’re so wet too,” he teases, walking his digits down to your clit, delicately brushing the sensitive area with his fingertips. you whine, your hands grabbing his forearm - a silent plea for him to continue having his way with you. 

“fuck, w-wonwoo,” you whisper as the delicate touches against your clit become rubbing - the pads of his fingers pressing against the panty’s fabric, soaking it in the process. “fuck, please!” 

what comes next was completely unexpected as wonwoo slightly pulls back your waistband and snaps it against your skin, a rush of wetness now completely ruining your panties. you let out the loudest moan of the night immediately followed with another whine of his name. he kisses the top of your waistband over and over, the simple yet sexy action making your back arch. 

wonwoo comes up from the lower half of your body and whispers in your ear. if your waistband getting snapped back didn’t already ruin you, this would’ve done it for you. “why don’t you take off these panties so i can see exactly how wet you get for me?” 

he rests on his side to get a better view as your hands take off the last piece of lingerie. you maintain eye contact with him as you pull your panties down, your womanhood drenched from all the foreplay. you hear your boyfriend moan things like, “that’s it,” and “there you go, pretty, show me,” as your panties hit your knees. he has to help you pull the rest of the fabric off your legs, but once it’s off you, it’s also tossed to the other side of the room where your bra is. 

“can i eat you out tonight, pretty girl? i wanna taste you and have you come on my tongue,” he slowly licks up your slick and your hands automatically grasp his hair, encouraging him to continue. wonwoo continues to lick and suck, eating you out so good - you pushed his head in further so he could taste even more of you. 

“w-w-wonwoo, b-baby,” you stutter tapping him on the shoulder, body trembling as you sense a familiar feeling overtake your body. “i t-think i’m gonna c-cu - AH!” you shriek as he uses his fingers again to stimulate your sweet clit.

“mmm, not yet baby, you can wait until i tell you to cum right? hold it for me, pretty girl.” 

“w-wonwoo, please! i-i-” you’re trying so hard to listen to him - but your body insists on doing the complete opposite. but you show some self-control - tonight was about him and his wishes and his pleasure tonight was your priority. 

you maybe last 30 more seconds before you call out wonwoo’s name again, telling him that you were going to cum for real this time. “go ahead my love, cum for me and cream my fingers,” he smirks as you come undone, doing exactly as he says and covering your juices with his fingers. you gasp for air as you come down from your high, laughing to yourself at how sweet, yet strong everything felt. 

“so, did you like your first gift?” you inquire as your hands intertwine with your boyfriend’s. “very much, sweetheart - that lingerie set looks so sexy on you. you need to wear that more often!” 

“noted,” you smile, holding his hand tighter. you kiss his cheek and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“happy birthday, my love.” 

“thank you baby, but we’re far from done,” he kisses your forehead as your eyes look into his, a little confused.

“what do you mean?

“let’s eat first, and then i’ll put my dick inside you. i want hear my pretty girl call for me more tonight.” 

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wonwoo’s birthday piece will be released later on today! i was trying to publish it before the 17th was over in korea, but it doesn’t look like that’s gonna happen 🤧 regardless, i really hope you all like it 🩷

hey babes! i have a question~

since i started this account in 2020, i have not written a birthday piece for wonwoo (i know shameful 😔) - but i would like to finally publish one this year. which idea would you all prefer?

notes: in option 1 (which is what was supposed to be published last year), wonwoo is more of a soft dom here and reader gets a little more control

in option 2, both reader and wonwoo are down BAD for each other, and the vibe is very sexy

regardless of what’s chosen this will be published the day before or the day of wonwoo’s birthday! ❤️

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family <3

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🫂🤍

[dirtysvthoughts]

hey babes! i have a question~

since i started this account in 2020, i have not written a birthday piece for wonwoo (i know shameful 😔) - but i would like to finally publish one this year. which idea would you all prefer?

notes: in option 1 (which is what was supposed to be published last year), wonwoo is more of a soft dom here and reader gets a little more control

in option 2, both reader and wonwoo are down BAD for each other, and the vibe is very sexy

regardless of what’s chosen this will be published the day before or the day of wonwoo’s birthday! ❤️

[dirtysvthoughts]

SVT : the daddy kink line — nsfw

Seungcheol: pls tell us something we don’t know, isn’t this one obvious. this man radiates so much power and authority, his aura practically SCREAMS daddy. you would call it straight off the bat before you two even started dating that he had the kink. the way he presented himself let you know it, but curiosity kills the cat right ??? (the cat being your pussy.) he wouldn’t even have to tell you. the word would just casually slip out of your mouth in a whine mid-fuck and he would stop for a beat before thrusting into you at lightning speed. ever since then, it became a name you would use every time y’all had sex and even if you wanted to let it go and quit using it, you just wouldn’t be able to help yourself from calling him daddy. not when he towers over you and makes you feel so damn good that you’re seeing stars.

Jeonghan: a flipping fucking tease. he would force it out of you for sure. leading up to it he would make jokes and subtle hints about calling him daddy, but you’d never think he would be serious about it. fast forward to you at his mercy laying on the bed completely bare and spread open for him. he would’ve been edging you for hours, his favorite past time — a sly smirk on his face as he holds off on letting you cum undone until he hears the very word escape from your mouth. you would refuse at first. not because you didn’t want to, but rather because you were far too stubborn to give in to him. jeonghan however has no problem with ruining your orgasm over and over again until you reach your breaking point and practically yell out the name with incoherent begs following it. that fucker would smile wide and big before faking sympathy and telling you that’s all you had to say if you really wanted to cum that badly. he would ruin your orgasm a few more times after that, just to remind you that one: he always gets what he wants, and two: to hear you call him daddy a few more times before he finally gives in to your desperation.

Soonyoung: hear me out — this man didn’t even know he had a daddy kink. soonyoung has definitely thought about it before, but pushed it to the back of his mind as he claimed it to be silly. it wasn’t until you were playfully teasing him one day in which the switch just flipped and he was like “damn, maybe i do have a daddy kink.” he would bring it up in the middle of eating you out. you were almost there, just needed a little push over the edge to bring you to an orgasm when he drops what he’s doing entirely. any other day you might’ve laughed in his face when insisted you call him daddy, but that night — the way he said it, he didn’t even ask for it. no, he demanded it. voice rough and stern, you just found the name slipping from your lips so easily in a desperate plea for him to continue his relentlessness on your sopping wet cunt.

Wonwoo: the thought of calling wonwoo daddy would cross your mind occasionally, however he has a sir kink and has never seemed to care about being called anything but. yes sir this and please sir that — but, you just can’t help but wonder if he would mind you calling him daddy. the opportunity arises when you found yourself on your knees infront of him one day, completely bare and ready to be good for him. he would ask you a question and you would answer with a lack of manners that he would remind you about. that was when you would strike. “yes daddy.” he was toast. you could tell he had to hold back a groan too as he was quick to skip everything else he would normally go through and instead get inside of you as fast as he could. “daddy huh?” he would ask, thrusting at an almost inhumane speed, bringing you to your orgasm much too quickly. you wouldn’t be able to do anything, but moan the word over and over again, only pushing him to fuck you harder. from that day on he ditched the sir kink. you awakened something inside of him he wished he heard from you a lot sooner. he was missing out all this time.

Mingyu: hear me out again — he can cook, he can clean, he can take care of you in more ways than one, he’s HUGE. yupppp, that’s a daddy right there. when he cages you in with his big muscular arms and overstimulates you to the point in which you’re teetering on the edge of subspace is when you find yourself calling him by the name. it leaves your mouth in a whine and it doesn’t faze him at all as he hums in acknowledgment and continues to nip at your neck. he becomes so attentive when you call him it, but still refuses to let up, the word fueling his need to bring you to another orgasm even if it would leave your brain even more empty than it already is. it’s not something he genuinely needs to hear whenever you two have sex but my god does it make his cock twitch and fuel his sex drive. once you use it for the night, you can sure as hell bet that you would be calling him daddy for the rest of the time you two spend fucking because when he hears it he won’t allow you to call him anything else.

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we will wait for you, wonwoo. 💜

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🤍

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what is your target demographic

SLUTS

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Reblog if you’re a true 90s kid and you remember this tumblr

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for ur writers blog prompt:

bf!wonwoo whose dedicated to fucking you on every surface of his new apartment? =D

you wake up to wonwoo's heavy breathing in your ear, accompanied by a soft moan. it's at that moment you realise he's managed to slot himself between your legs and is rutting his cock between your thighs. a smirk grows on your face, after not hearing your boyfriend's moans for a few weeks, this is what you both needed.

he'd been so busy with his job and moving into his brand spanking new apartment over the last few weeks you had only seen him once or twice to help him move his belongings, and even then it was short lived, due to your own work commitments.

"good morning baby," your voice comes out low and crackly, laced with sleep. his hips hold briefly, before resuming their pace while he lets his lips drift to your warm skin and presses a lazy kiss to it.

"gonna fuck you everywhere today, make sure you don't wear underwear, think of it as me breaking the apartment in," his rumbly low voice sends chills down your spine as he grabs your hips and slides himself easily into your pussy, his soft moan turning to a low growl as he picks up a steady pace.

it doesn't take long for him to cum, his warm chest pressing against your back. after a moment, he's getting up and dragging you to the bathroom, presumably to "clean off" but with your mind still half-asleep, it takes you a few seconds to realise that he's got you bent over the bathroom sink as he slides himself into you again, fucking you awake essentially until you're both cumming.

the day continues like this, although you are thankful he does give you some time to calm down and reset before he's bending you over another surface. he fucks you on the counter of the kitchen, in front of the bay window where people can walk past and potentially see in, and even in the tv room where he fucks you on the floor until you're left trembling.

you have lost count of how many times you've cum today, and can't even remember what you ate for lunch because wonwoo's dick has wiped that memory from your mind completely. the sun is just setting over the horizon, bathing the apartment in a beautiful orange glow, just as you decide to hop in the shower to wash the day away.

"did you think I was done with you?" wonwoo appears from behind, arms snaking around your abdomen as you let the water from the shower drench the both of you. you can feel his cock between your thighs, and you whimper as he slides himself into you one last time, his frantic pace only leading to you bracing yourself against the cool glass of the shower, your moans echoing around you.

when he finally cums, he pulls out and groans at the sight of his cum dripping from your swollen cunt. he gets on his knees immediately and lets his mouth get to work, sucking and licking until you cum on his lips, your hands gripping his hair like it's your life support.

"what a great day."

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foreplay with soonhoon 😋

general tags/warnings: smut, kinda pwp, lowkey filth (what can i say my boys have inspired me), boyfriend!soonyoung, boyfriend’sbestfriend!jhoon, female!reader, pet names (baby girl, pretty), dirty talk, very slight hint of degradation, kissing, fingering, eating out, hints of masturbation - if i missed anything please let me know

author’s note: uh wow besties… it’s been 6 months or over 6 months since i last wrote for you guys :( i missed writing for y’all but life has been lifing and i’m going through some interesting (but beneficial) changes so there still might some periods of silence from me. sorry that this is out before baecation, pt. 2 but this is probably gonna help speed the process in me finally posting it 😭 i haven’t had the energy or motivation to write in a very long time, but this is a good start!

anyway, howoo comeback inspired me (two members of my bias line 🤭) and this has been a thought on my mind.. my nerdy, pretty boys who i need to fuck me until i can’t walk STREAM 96ers and BEAM! 🥵

everyone thank you to the queen, the legend herself @sluttyminghao for saying something in the svthub discord which resulted in what you see before you 😘 ENJOY BESTIES!!!

hands roamed all over your naked body, your tiny gasps echoing throughout the space of your bedroom.

you lower your head and bite your lip as a hand comes in contact with your wetness, holding back a moan that might’ve been loud enough for someone to hear if they were downstairs.

“fuck, touch me right there, p-please,” you whine breathlessly as hands caressing turn to scissored fingers angling in and out of your pussy.

“you’re so wet pretty,” jihoon smirks as he begins playing with you, admiring the sounds you were making. “can’t believe i finally get to experience you,” he kisses your navel which sends shivers down your spine, and a low moan that escapes your mouth.

soonyoung takes the opportunity to put two of his fingers in your mouth, inviting you to suck on the digits - chuckling at how eager you are as your tongue coats his skin. “you love this don’t you? your boyfriend and his best friend giving you the best foreplay you’ve ever had.. you look so cute, looking at us so desperately - so desperate to get some dick and to get fucked.”

“mmmm, keep talking like that to me, soonyoung- a-ah!” you groan out as jihoon replaces his fingers with a long lick against your clit, gripping his hair with one hand and grasping soonyoung’s bicep with the other.

“h-hoon, fuck, you’re so good at that!” you exclaim as he continues his work on your clit - licking, sucking, and kissing as he can feel your knees get weaker.

before your strength falters completely, jihoon comes off you, seconds before you were about to burst over his lips and chin. you whine again, but this time in defeat, nearly pouting at what your boyfriend’s best friend just did.

“why’d you stoppp? i was just about to cu-“ you say, but soonyoung shuts you up with a firm, deep kiss on your lips and you can’t help but melt into his touch. when you part from each other, you noticed that jihoon has moved to the edge of your bed, unbuckling his belt to unbutton his pants, smirking as he made eye contact with you (which in turn made you blush).

“be nice to our guest baby, he’s doing such a great job taking care of you, you can oblige him can’t you?” you nod your head as he gently pushes you towards jihoon, unbuttoned pants teasingly exposing (what you hope) was a fat, lengthy dick.

“i saw you about to cum from me just tasting you on my tongue.. but i have so much more plans for you, pretty, plans to keep you coming all night long… so you better hold it for now,” jihoon kisses your temple, your cheeks, and your lips.

“be a good girl for my best friend, baby girl,” soonyoung smirks, whipping his dick out to enjoy the show.