#boyfriend hamada asahi

[asahicore]

sex on the beach - hamada asahi (m)

this work contains smut - minors please do not interact

pairing. bf!asahi x fem!reader

synopsis. You and your boyfriend are horny multiple times during your stay with your friends at Jaehyuk's beach house. That's it. That's the plot.

genre. summer au, established relationship, smut literally just smut but also fluff, you get jealous!asahi, you get needy!asahi, you get dom!asahi, you get super duper in love totally whipped for his gf!asahi, you get everything you want because i'm in love with this man, ig both asahi n reader are switches, this gets like..fairly dirty so beware, i tried to make the friends funny so comedy as well but don't quote me on that, also enhypen hyung line makes an appearance in this cause why not

word count. 14.1k

a/n. if you somehow still don't know this about me, i am in love with asahi. re-reading and editing this was a real fun time so i hope you guys like it and i hope that those of you who are whipped for him as i am think i did bf!sahi justice. pls lmk ur thoughts !! bye bye love you stay safe don't settle for weak stupid red-flag men when a whole hamada asahi exists have high standards besties

One perk of having a rich friend? They always, always have a beach house.

You’d first met Jaehyuk and Sieun in your first year of college, when you and Asahi were in the final talking stages of your budding relationship and he’d wanted to introduce you to his two closest friends. Soon thereafter, he met your own friends, namely Mashiho and Sumin, and when they all gave the other the seal of approval and you and Asahi finally started dating (after six long months of being idiots and blindly pining for the other, but that’s another story for another time), the six of you became somewhat of a loving family.

Well, one of the first things Asahi had told you about Jaehyuk was how filthy rich he was. Being the eldest son and therefore heir to the top law firm of the country came with great responsibility but also great wealth, and even if he didn’t make it painfully obvious that he was more than well-off, one still knew the money was there in the never-tarnished shoes, the new watch every week, the slicked-back hair, and, of course, the many residences his family owned and he always mentioned casually, as if any other person also had seven homes all over the world. 

But you weren’t going to complain, were you? Not when he so easily bought dinner for all six of you, paid for multiple of your monthly subscriptions and invited you all to spend two weeks at his beach house this summer without batting an eye. No need to pay for groceries either, he’d said. And he’d drive you all there in his 8-seat SUV.

Your first summer of being friends, you’d made the mistake of planning an August vacation in June, so the second time around, you made sure to prepare everything in advance so that everyone would be free at the same time. You were always excited to travel with your family, but this was your first time going a trip solely with your friends, rather than inviting a friend on your family vacation or the other way around, and your feet were itching to touch the warm white sand and dip in the deep blue sea that were waiting for you right behind Jaehyuk’s house.

The four-hour drive there feels like it lasted thirty minutes, all of you hyped on iced coffee and sheer excitement as music blasted through the car speakers. Jaehyuk and Sumin sat at the front, Mashiho and Sieun behind them, and you and Asahi in the furthest back seats. When you weren’t all having one big conversation about probably not-so-important topics that you took very seriously as you usually did, you were chatting in small groups, you and Asahi playing with each other’s fingers at the back like middle schoolers that just started dating.

Although some of the tension died down at the two-and-a-half-hour mark of the drive, it all comes back in the last thirty minutes, all of you keen to get out of the car and into the house that looked magnificent in the pictures and videos Jaehyuk had shown you.

The front courtyard behind the massive white gilded gate is big enough to require its own little roundabout for easier entry and exit of the house - actually, now that you’re here and can see it with your own two eyes, villa sounds more appropriate. Jaehyuk has barely parked his car that you’re all scrambling out of your seatbelts and running behind the house to find the path that leads to the beach, not even bothering to take your stuff out of the trunk.

Once you reach the beach, four of you stand there, panting happily and gazing out at the sea. “It’s the sea,” Sumin muses in a wonderstruck voice and everyone laughs at the obviousness of the statement. After some minutes, you look around and notice that Jaehyuk and Asahi hadn’t followed you, so you tell the others you should head back. You trudge back to the house only to find that the two boys have already unpacked everything and Jaehyuk is putting the snacks you’d brought for the trip away while Asahi sits on the couch and scrolls through Instagram, needing a rest after sitting for four hours in the car.

“Right, guys,” Jaehyuk calls out from the living room after unlocking the door upon seeing the four of you approach. You immediately head towards your boyfriend and sit down on the couch next to him, his arm coming up to rest on your shoulder and bring you closer to him. “Let’s choose our rooms.”

Mashiho chuckles, and by the look on his face, you can tell he’s got a stupid idea. “Rock, paper, scissors, loser gets the room next to Asahi and Y/N’s,” he says, making everybody groan in annoyance.

“We’re not animals, you know. We won’t be screaming and banging on the walls,” Asahi defends without looking up.

Sieun sighs and shakes her wrists out, getting ready for the game. “Someone remind me why we invited a couple to our trip?” she says, completely ignoring Asahi.

“Because we’re your dear friends that you love so much and wouldn’t want to spend such a nice vacation without,” you reply, voice saccharine sweet and batting your lashes at your group of friends, but they all just roll their eyes and chuckle sarcastically.

“There’s no need for that, anyway,” Jaehyuk says. “We’ve got eight rooms, so nobody needs to sleep in a room near them.” Your head and Asahi’s snap towards the other directly, looking at each other with a surprised but excited expression. No one in the room needs words to know what you’re thinking - it means that you won’t have to keep too quiet - and your friends groan again.

“Asahi, don’t forget what you just said, yeah?” Sumin warns. “If I have to hear the two of you fornicating, I’ll jump from the upstairs balcony.”

“Dear God,” Jaehyuk sighs. “Follow me, I’ll show you guys the room.”

Downstairs lodges one en-suite, which Jaehyuk takes, and two bedrooms that are joined by the bathroom, which Sumin and Sieun take. Upstairs, there is one en-suite at each end of the hall, so naturally you and Asahi take one while Mashiho takes the other one. And if, on a whim, you decided to invite three more people, you could lodge them in the three separate bedrooms and they could use the upstairs bathroom, one of the biggest you’ve ever seen in your life. 

You gasp as soon as you open the door to what will be your bedroom for the next two weeks. “God, Sahi, this room is huge,” is your immediate reaction. At this late afternoon hour, the sunlight pours directly through the sliding glass doors, bathing the white room in a golden glow and warming the carpeted floor, soft under your bare feet. The glass doors lead to a balcony which overlooks the backyard and its pool, and more importantly, the beach and the sea - an impressive view that you don’t think you’ll get tired of. You set your bags next to the king-sized bed that is probably enough to fit four sleeping bodies, which means you and Asahi will be able to spread out and not suffer too much from heavy summer night sweating. There are two small couches and a coffee table in front of the balcony, the kind that rich people have to fill the empty space rather than actually use. One door leads into a walking closet and another into the bathroom, which has both a bathtub and an Italian-style shower, as well as a toilet, two sinks and a mirror that takes up almost the whole wall.

You’re looking around the bathroom, opening and closing random drawers above and underneath the sink, when you feel a pair of arms wrapping themselves around your middle. You look up in the mirror to find your boyfriend standing behind you, a soft, sleepy-looking smile on his face. You watch him watching you for a bit, until he buries his face in the crook of your neck and takes a deep inhale there, then presses a soft kiss to your skin. “We’re going to have a lot of fun here,” he murmurs.

“Here as in this room or here as in this vacation?” you tease and he looks up at your reflection in the mirror again, locking his gaze in yours.

“Both,” he says after a small pause, which makes your grin widen. 

“I think so too,” you say and turn around, hooking your arms around his neck and leaning in for a kiss, which his body responds instantly to. After a year and a half of dating, there is no more hesitation when your lips touch - both of you know exactly what to do and how to do it. Yet, the excitement never fades, and your whole body tingles every time you find each other like this, as if it was the first time, but a thousand times better. 

Maybe it’s the hours of being in each other’s close vicinity without being able to do anything that make your kisses open-mouthed and hungry, or maybe it’s just your need for each other that never really wanes. You smile into the kiss as Asahi picks you up by the hips and lifts you onto the bathroom counter, your legs opening to let him stand between them as they wrap themselves around him, bringing him even closer. His hands sneak themselves underneath your light t-shirt, caressing and grabbing at the soft flesh of your sides while your own find purchase in his hair, slightly tugging just the way you know he likes. 

He presses himself into you, making you feel just how much he wants you right now, and the contact makes you sigh into his mouth. His tongue slips in, turning the kiss wetter and needier than before. Sadly, a loud voice interrupts you before you can get even more carried away.

“Y/N!” Mashiho calls from behind the bedroom door. “You guys better not be fucking right now, ‘cause we’re going grocery shopping and you said you’d come!”

Ah, your dear friends. Ever so tactful.

You tear yourself from Asahi and pivot your head towards the door. “I’ll be down in a minute!” you shout back. You turn back to your boyfriend and peck his lips, watching him fondly as his eyes stay closed even after you pull away. “You’re not joining, are you?”

He looks down at himself and you follow his gaze, and sure enough, there’s a tent in his pants. “I think I’ll hang back for this one,” he says, a stupid grin on his face. 

“Okay,” you whisper, and peck him again. “Gotta go then.” You hop off the counter and head out of the room, turning around and blowing him a kiss when he calls out “Come back quick!”

As soon as you step inside the gigantic, fresh grocery store, Mashiho becomes a man on a mission. As the self-designated chef of the group, he has planned virtually all of the meals you would be having on your trip and therefore has a very detailed list of all the ingredients he needs. He turns to you and pushes a small sheet of paper into your hands, looking at you and Jaehyuk pointedly.

“It’ll be faster if we split up. I’ll take care of the produce and you guys can get the dry ingredients. Jaehyuk, you’re rich, so I trust you’ll get the nice stuff. Oh, and get some snacks and alcohol as well,” he commands, and before you can say anything, he’s off, pushing his cart importantly. You and Jaehyuk exchange a glance, both of you astonished by your friend’s sudden seriousness, but you shrug it off and head to the designated aisles. 

It takes you something short of thirty minutes to get everything on Mashiho’s list, and then the fun begins. When you reach the snack aisle, you act as if you won’t be able to come back to the store and have to get enough to sustain your six hungry bodies for two whole weeks. The shelves are ravaged and a sad thing to look at once you and Jaehyuk are done with your spree, and the alcohol aisle is shivering at the mere thought of what you will do to it.

Indeed, you aren’t kind to it. You take random bottles to inspect in your hands, looking at Jaehyuk who gives you either a nod or a shake of his head, sometimes gesturing at you to take another bottle of the same kind. He has to go get a second cart just for the beer packs. It looks like you’ll be staying for two months rather than two weeks, but you can always bring them back home if ever you don’t get to the bottom of those bottles.

You meet Mashiho next to the tills, and while he inspects your cart, shaking his head at the amount of alcohol, your eyes fall on a bright-colored firework stand a few feet from you. “Guys, look!” you call out to your friends. “We should get some of these.”

“Ooh, good idea,” Mashiho agrees. You watch as Jaehyuk’s eyes go wide and as he walks transfixed towards the stand like a kid to a candy shop. He takes a scandalous amount of packs into his arms, heaving them into one of the three carts.

“These’ll be nice for our last night,” he says with a huge smile on his face.

“With that amount, I think we’ll have enough for every night,” you comment, but he just tuts at you.

“Don’t spoil my fun.”

You and Mashiho don’t even dare to look at the total cost of your little shopping fun and wince when the cashier announces it, finding sudden interest in the ceiling of the supermarket. Yet, Jaehyuk seems completely unfazed and pays with his card as if this kind of purchase was an everyday occurrence. 

Fast forward a few hours later and you’re already two beers in, laughing at whatever stupid thing Asahi is currently doing. In true summer bonfire fashion, Jaehyuk has gotten out a grill to put over the fire so you could cook sausages, buns and vegetables and eat delicious hot-dogs - not to forget s’mores for dessert. You’re sitting in a circle around the fire Asahi and Sumin prepared, sharing random stories you had somehow not told each other before and hysterically laughing at all the gruesome details of your childhood and teenage incidents. You always love talking to your friends like this, getting to know what their life before you knew them was like; it makes you happy that, despite whatever differences you may have, you’ve now all come together like this. 

Asahi drops his head on your shoulder in delight as he bites into the s’more you made for him, the marshmallow cooked just the way he likes it - gooey and sticky on the outside but still a bit raw inside. Sieun looks at you two with a fond smile on her face but shakes her head nonetheless. “I miss the times when Asahi was scared to even look at you when we were around,” she jokes, the others nodding their heads in agreement.

“Don’t say that!” you reprimand lightheartedly. “He’ll get embarrassed and go back to his ways if you guys tease him.”

“Don’t talk about me like I’m not here!” he complains, pouting slightly.

“Sorry, baby,” you say, looking down at him with a huge smile on your face, and everybody groans in unison. 

Conversation resumes and you all continue chatting, laughing and drinking until the late hours of the night, when the sun has fully set and the fire in front of you is your main source of light. You and Asahi huddle together for warmth, sometimes accidentally falling into your own world and giggling when you feel his hands travel a bit too far up your thighs, but quickly returning to your friends when someone calls out one of your names. You only decide to put the fire out and head to bed when Sumin yawns, causing Jaehyuk to yawn as well, in turn making you yawn, until all six of you have yawned in quick succession, bursting into laughter at your strange acapella.

Asahi has drunk his fair share of beer and cranberry vodkas so the short walk home becomes a whole trek with you having to hold him up the whole way. It doesn’t help that he thinks this is the funniest thing ever and keeps on giggling as he rests all of his weight on you. Thankfully, you’d had your last beer some three hours ago and had practically sobered up while Asahi partied on.

You manage to get him to your shared bedroom, but to your despair, your boyfriend is at the level of drunk where he’s not passed out or vomiting everywhere but he has no filter left and says absolutely everything that goes through his mind. You curse yourself for having once wished to get inside your boyfriend's head and know every single thought of his.

As soon as you push him down on the bed, he looks at you with a shit-eating grin and giggles again. “Ooh,” is all he says, but you roll your eyes at him.

“Sit up and drink some water, then have a painkiller, baby. You’ll thank me tomorrow,” you say, planting a bottle of water and some pills on the nightstand. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he slurs, his giggles never stopping. “You looked really hot today, you know,” he says between sips. “Hey, where are you going?!” he calls out after you as you head to the bathroom.

“Just going to change, baby.”

“No need to put your PJs on,” he teases in a sing-song voice.

You ignore him and change into light sleeping clothes then do your skincare, too lazy to take a proper shower. You come out to find Asahi scrolling through his phone, surprisingly still awake but a dazed look in his eyes, like he’s not really watching whatever’s playing on his screen. His eyes come into focus when he sees you approach and he smiles at you sleepily.

“Hey,” you say softly, getting into bed next to him. “I thought you’d be asleep by now. Why don’t you get more comfortable, get those clothes off, hm?”

His gentle smile turns into a smirk at your words, and you can already tell what he’s going to say next. “Too tired. Do it for me?” he asks as he lets his arms hang on his sides, pretending to be innocent. You sigh but oblige anyway, helping him out of his t-shirt. “Are you going to do naughty things to me?” he provokes, that smirk still plastered on his lips. 

“No. No funny things tonight, mister. You’re way too drunk-”

“But-”

“No buts,” you say, ignoring his whines as you help him out of his t-shirt. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk,” he insists, giggling again when you unbutton his shorts and pull them down his legs. “Look,” he says, pointing to his growing erection. “Would I be able to do that if I was too drunk?”

“Wh- how are you hard already, Sahi?” you ask, baffled by your boyfriend’s impressive bodily prowesses, and the words seem to get to his dick because you see it twitch under his boxers. “I haven’t even done anything yet…”

“Yet?” he echoes, a hopeful tone in his voice. He sees you’re about to deny him again, so he takes your hand and presses it lightly to his erection. “Please… I can do all the work, if you want,” he pleads, trailing soft kisses up your arm until he reaches your neck. “Hm? I already feel more sober.”

You sigh, more so in pleasure at feeling your boyfriend’s lips against your skin than in annoyance. “Fine,” you comply, pretending like you’re doing this for him, when really you’d been craving to get him alone all day and had been disappointed to see him so drunk, thinking he wouldn’t be able to do anything - so this comes as relief to you.

“Thank you,” he whispers against your lips, smiling, before diving into a kiss. You can tell he’s impatient because he doesn’t waste much time before pulling your t-shirt off, smirking when he sees you’re wearing your black lace panties - his favorites. “I have to taste you,” he groans as he helps you lay on your back against the soft mattress, then starts making his way down your body, stopping for a moment to suck on your nipples just to tease you a bit. No matter how restless he was, he always liked making you needy for him before he gave you what you wanted.

Your core is throbbing by the time he reaches it, and you’ve already hurried out of your underwear, making him chuckle. “I thought I was the needy one here…”

“Shut up,” you whine, and he indeed does shut up as he licks up a firm stripe between your folds, his tongue finding your clit immediately. You’re glad he doesn’t tease and instead sucks and licks like his life depends on it, the sensations making you feel light-headed. Within seconds, you’re a moaning mess under his tongue, and he needs to keep your thighs open lest you snap them shut around his head in overwhelming pleasure.

He only takes breaks to catch his breath and murmur dirty things against your thighs, biting at the skin there. “Tastes so good, baby. I’ve been waiting all day for this, and I’m gonna do this every single fucking day, too.”

Raising your body on your elbows was a bad idea because the sight between your legs takes your breath away. Your sweet boyfriend has his eyes shut tight and his eyebrows furrowed together in deep concentration as he drinks from you like a parched man would from a well. One hand has snuck its way onto your belly, simply resting it there, while the other has gone down to palm himself through his boxers. He seems more intoxicated by you, your scent and your taste, than by the alcohol in his system. His hums and moans vibrate against your core, and the thought that making you feel good makes him feel good is what sends your body reeling.

“Fuck, Sahi, I’m so- ah, so close,” you moan, tugging harshly at his hair and getting ready for your orgasm, until he suddenly pulls away from your core and positions himself over you, the absence of the warmth of his tongue making you whine. Just as you’re about to protest, he pushes his cock into your hole, making you gasp at the abrupt but not unwelcome intrusion. He bottoms out immediately, filling you up as he always does.

“Sorry, princess, needed you to cum around my dick instead. Wanted to feel- fuck- all of you,” he moans into your ear. At first, he holds his weight up on his elbows, each one resting next to your face, and kisses you hungrily. The intense pleasure makes it hard to kiss and you share so little oxygen as you breathe into each other’s mouth that it is dizzying. But then, when it gets too much, he rests half of his body on yours, holding himself up on one arm so he can keep on thrusting at a rapid pace. His moans are muffled into your hair, and you know he’s close when he starts using his thumb to play with your clit and bring you to climax at the same time as him.

Quickly enough, your orgasm bubbles at the surface again, and as soon as you let him know you’re close, Asahi is begging for you to cum. “Sahi…” is all you can moan as you cum, walls clenching around him and pulling his release out of him and right into your hole. He sighs deeply as he softens inside you and buries his face in your neck. You don’t need to see him to picture his peaceful, content expression, but you also know your boyfriend and he could fall asleep at any second now, so you have to push him off of you to clean the both of you up and have a quick trip to the bathroom.

You have a sip of water and turn the fan on high before you snuggle yourself in his embrace, his arms wrapping themselves around you in a tight hug. The room is already hot from the weather and your shenanigans have only made the temperature rise, so you know you wouldn’t be comfortable in this position for long but you let yourself fall asleep anyway, simply happy to be here in your boyfriend’s arms.

-

One thing about hungover Asahi is that he always sleeps in late, so you know better than to wait around in bed for him and get up soon after you awake. “Sleeping the alcohol off,” he calls it.

You’re the first one up, so you decide to cook your hangover soup that receives praise from Mashiho himself for your friends that may have abused alcohol last night. Soon enough, they come trudging out of their rooms one by one, looking tired and as if they might get sick any minute. When she sees you’ve made your soup, Sumin hugs you for so long you think she might have fallen back asleep on your shoulder. You and Sieun are the only ones that don’t look like they’re dying - you, because you didn’t drink much, and Sieun, because she’s got superhuman drinking abilities.

Your sleeping prince comes out last and heads for the couch immediately, finishing off his night for thirty minutes there before getting up again and having some soup. He’s already not the most talkative person on earth, but when tired and hungover like this, he truly becomes a man of few words; whatever he says probably wouldn’t make much sense anyway. He kisses the top of your head as a thank you and hunches over his bowl of soup, drinking it like it’s elixir, and burps for good measure once he’s done eating.

After that, even if it’s past noon, the day is slow to start. But that’s okay, because you’ve got plenty of time anyway. None of you have enough energy to do much more than sunbathe and play around in the sea all afternoon, so that’s exactly what you do. Sieun is the only one who manages to make your lazy bodies move, forcing Jaehyuk to show her where the beachvolley net and everything you need to play it are stored, then making you play with her. They put you and Asahi on different teams, because you are both so bad that having the two of you on the same team is a great disadvantage and wouldn’t be fair to the third person playing with you. You spend most of the time doing nothing at the back and pointing as you laugh at each other, anyway.

Swimming in the sea makes you hungry, so you all head back inside for ice cream and snacks and take seats around the back porch table, playing made-up games of cards. When it’s time for dinner, you pressure Mashiho into letting you help him out, otherwise you know he’ll be complaining about doing all the work in a few days. You only have non-alcoholic drinks that night, and head to bed after watching a horror movie, which Jaehyuk really hated. It’s only night two, but so far, Asahi keeps his promise of eating you out every night, and you make sure to reward him for it.

And just like that, the days pass. You either stay at home and eat Mashiho’s food or go into town for dinner. You go to the bowling alley, or mini-golfing, or at the sea sports center that lets you try out surfing and jet skiing. You eat your fill three times a day and sometimes drink more than necessary. You also get into the habit of napping after lunch, the warmth of the three p.m. sun and your full stomach lulling you to sleep.

One such afternoon, you get a quirky little idea into your head. The boys start playing some games on the Nintendo Switch but you decide to go upstairs anyway and rest before you take on the afternoon. But napping without Asahi’s warmth or at least his presence next to you isn’t the same, and so you’re left tossing and turning in bed.

Your mind drifts naturally to last night’s debacles - how Asahi had sighed your name as he came, how he’d looked at you with half-lidded eyes while you rode him. You barely even notice it when you start rubbing your palm against your core, but when a surge of pleasure hits you, you sneak your hand under your panties and use two fingers to circle your clit gently. But you don’t want to get yourself off, not when your boyfriend is close by and you can ask him to make you feel good, because you know there’s little chance he’d say no. However, it’s siesta time, and you feel too drowsy to have proper sex, which is how you come up with your little idea.

“You’re not sleeping?” Asahi asks as he strips to his boxers and slips in the bed next to you when he’s done playing. You shake your head no, smiling gently up at him, and he takes you in his arms.

“I had an idea, actually,” you say into his chest.

“Oh yeah? What is it?”

You pull away slightly so you can look at him while you talk. “Well, you know how sometimes, after we’ve had sex, you stay inside for a little bit? Just because it feels nice,” you start.

“Mhm,” he hums, eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Well, I thought we could do that now. Like, to fall asleep, or something,” you mutter, voice wavering out of shyness towards the end and you look away from his burning gaze.

“So, you’re telling me you want me to be inside you, and I can’t move, because we’re supposed to sleep like that?” he enunciates. You nod. “That sounds like torture, babe,” he says half-seriously.

“What? No! It’ll be nice!” you pout. 

He sighs, smiling fondly at you. “We can try, but I don’t think it’ll end the way you want it to. There’s a reason we usually do it after having sex, you know.”

“I know, but I wanna try anyway,” you say, excited by your small victory. 

You pump him a few times to get him hard enough but stop him when he tries to help you, too. “I’m already wet,” you admit coyly, which makes him smirk.

“You naughty girl. Touching yourself when I’m not even that far away?” he tuts.

“I was thinking about you.”

“Good,” he smiles. “So, how are we doing this?”

Instead of answering him, you turn around and lean your back against his chest, one leg hiked up higher than the other for easier access, then tilt your head back to look at him. “Like this?” you ask, pressing your ass against his erection, and he nods. He lines up his tip with your entrance and presses a kiss to your neck. “Okay, ready?”

“Mhm.”

He slips in easily, the both of you sighing when he’s pushed in all the way. One of his arms serves as your pillow while the other holds you close by the waist. You’re silent for a few minutes, pretending to be oblivious to the small groans or sighs that leave the other’s mouth when one of you squirms, trying to find the most comfortable position.

“Will you really sleep like this?” Asahi asks after a while, voice low but with a slight tremble to it, and you can tell he’s trying to reign himself in. Of course, you should’ve seen this coming - maybe you had, but decided to ignore what was very obviously going to happen, fooling your boyfriend and yourself at the same time. He’s been still inside you for at least ten minutes now, and even if it feels nice to just have him like this and feel close to him, it’d be a lie to say you didn’t want him to move and just fuck you properly already.

So, now was the time to ask yourself: did you want to keep the charade up, and tease your boyfriend a bit longer, or did you want to end your suffering and his at the same time? An easy question, of course; the second option was no fun.

You manage the smallest, sleepiest voice you can, and answer him. “Yeah, this is nice.” You’re glad your back is facing him so that he can’t see you smirk when he audibly groans, his grip on your waist getting just a bit tighter.

“Fine,” he says, as if to convince himself, but the way he curses under his breath when you move your hips a bit more boldly than previously tells you that it is not actually fine. “Please, stay still,” he whispers close to your ear, the edge of a whine to his voice.

“Sorry, baby,” you coo, feeling his dick twitch inside you - when said the right way and at the right time, he really loved this nickname, and so did his dick, apparently.

Not two minutes later, just as you squirm against him again, his hand moves from your waist to your belly, pressing down and holding there. “Babe,” he whispers, then takes a pause to kiss up your neck to your ear, sucking lightly on your lobe before speaking again. “Please. You’re killing me, and I know you’re doing this on purpose, hm? Just to rile me up. So let me fuck you, and then we can sleep, yeah? Please?” 

That last word is pronounced with so much desperation that you almost feel bad for keeping this up. It sends a shiver up your spine and you try to hide your smile but knowing you got him like putty in your hands so quickly brings you a bit too much pride and joy. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, baby, I’m not doing anything,” you say in a voice that makes it clear you know exactly what he’s talking about, and he scoffs at that.

“Yeah? Want me to show you, then?”

Just like that, a switch flicks inside both of you. You had him a second ago; now, with six small words, he has you. As he pronounces those words, his hand travels down to find your clit and with two fingers starts to rub lazy circles on it. “Look at you. So fucking wet, and yet you pretend like you don’t want this.” He tilts his head so that his lips are right next to your ears. “‘Cause in the end, you’re just my little slut, aren’t you?”

He doesn’t even let you react to his taunt that he’s already bucked up his hips into yours, harsh. The single thrust has you whimpering - in just a few sentences, he’d managed to break your whole innocent facade down, and you who thought you had him wrapped around your finger were now fully at your boyfriend’s mercy. He thrusts again, strong and deep, the position allowing him to hit a spot buried inside you that gets you moaning like no other, and he knows it - there have been too many cuddling-turned-into-fucking situations for him not to have noticed that you loved this position. And he did too: he had access to your clit with one hand and to your upper body with the other, could feel your whole body against his, and could hit deep inside you. What more could he ask for?

And because he got you weak for him in mere moments, why not add to it?

He settles on a slow and sensual pace to make it easier for him to whisper nasty things into your ear, all while his nimble fingers continue to play with your clit. “I want you to answer me when I ask you a question, baby. I said, aren’t you my little slut? Mm?” he taunts, his free hand making its way to your chin and grasping it, tilting your head so you look up at him, but your eyes are shut tight in pleasure as you mumble out incoherent words. “Open your eyes and look at me while you say it,” he orders.

You struggle to open them, but when you do, he can feel his blood coursing through his veins. Your pupils are completely blown out in lust, and the slight crease in your eyebrows as you look up at him makes you look like you’re almost in pain - if you can call his torturously slow place painful. All he knows is that this is the exact expression you wear when you give yourself over to him fully, and he has all the control he wants over your body.

“Yes…”

“Yes what, baby?”

“Yes, I’m just your little slut,” you finally repeat, cheeks heating up, somehow still feeling embarrassed even in the position you’re in, but the humiliation only adds to your arousal.

“That’s a good girl,” Asahi beams, planting a soft kiss on your lips and letting go of your chin. You immediately bury your face in your pillow in the hopes of muffling your moans, but Asahi is quick to stop you. “None of that, now,” he tuts. “I want to hear you.”

You whine when his fingers leave your clit for a second to hike your leg up higher, but it’s immediately replaced by a loud moan as the new angle allows him to go somehow even deeper. His thumb traces your bottom lip, and you open your mouth wider as if by instinct, letting him simply rest the digit on your tongue; this was a regular occurrence when you and Asahi had sex ever since he’d found out how much you loved his hands and particularly his long, delicate fingers.

“Fa-faster, please,” you manage to say around his thumb, and he chuckles.

“Faster? Of course, baby,” he says, and his pace immediately picks up. “See how easy it is to just ask for things? You know I’ll give you anything you want, so I don’t know why you always act like a damn brat and make things harder for the both of us,” he huffs, his thrusts getting rougher and rougher as he speaks. You hope no one can hear the lewd sound of his balls slapping against your ass.

If your boyfriend wasn’t railing you into the sheets, you’d be thinking, “yes, of course, I can just ask, but what’s the fun in that, when I can get to the same result by teasing you and pissing you off instead?”, but maybe that’s just the brat in you talking. If you hadn’t taunted him like you had, the orgasm probably would’ve been less satisfying - still good, of course, since this was Asahi, but you liked working for your reward.

And indeed, your orgasm is more than satisfactory, especially when your boyfriend wraps his slender fingers around your throat and presses just the right amount, making you gasp for air as you come undone around his dick. He chases his own high desperately, bucking his hips sloppily and rapidly into yours until he finally releases inside you, painting your walls white.

He barely gives you any time to catch your breath and drift down to earth that he’s already slipped out of you only to replace his dick with two fingers, stuffing his cum into your hole before it can drip out. He watches with a smirk as your back arches at the overstimulation, praising you for being such a good angel after he makes you lick his fingers clean.

He uses tissues to clean you both up, then reminds you to go to the bathroom before you fall asleep. When you come back, he’s waiting for you arms wide open, and pulls you into a tight embrace as soon as you reach the bed. He kisses the top of your head, voice muffled when he says “you were so good for me today baby.” You can’t help but whine at the sudden praise, flustered out of your mind from him saying it when you’re not having sex, and hide your blush by burying your face in his chest. 

It’s not everyday that Asahi shows you his meaner, rougher side, but when he does, you always sleep like a baby, your body sore from such intense pleasure. Sometimes, all it takes is a good fuck to sleep well.

-

A few days later, in an attempt to break your drinking-on-the-beach habit, Jaehyuk proposes that you all go out to the bars in New Town. Lucky for you, on vacations, you always pack for any occasion that may arise. Restaurant chic, restaurant casual, chilly evening, sweltering afternoon, beach day, mall outing, clubbing: name it, you have it. 

The dress you brought for an evening out in the town is the perfect balance between summery and sexy: it shows some cleavage and some legs and fits you at the waist but spreads out over your hips and isn't tight over your arms. The fabric is pretty, white with small blue flowers, light and comfortable. But the reason you like it so much is that it was the dress you wore on the day you and Asahi finally confessed your feelings for each other, and you know he loves it as well.

He seats on the bed, legs spread comfortably, as he waits for you. He’d been looking around the room absent-mindedly but his eyes settle on you as soon as you step out of the bathroom, a wide grin blooming on his face as soon as he sees the dress you’re wearing.

“How do I look?” you ask with a smile, spinning in your dress.

Asahi gets up and comes to stand in front of you, hands on each side of your waist, just holding you gently there. He peers down at you with only love in his eyes - in fact, it seems like his affection for you is oozing from every one of his pores. “You look beautiful,” he speaks in a low voice, and you blush at the honesty in his tone. As your friends had mentioned a few days ago, Asahi had been extremely shy at the beginning of your relationship, looking away immediately when you made eye contact and getting nervous when simply holding hands, but now he could hold your gaze and compliment you like it was nothing. If anything, you’re the one getting flustered now.

“Pff, whatever,” you say to avert his attention from your bashfulness, but it just makes him laugh fondly at you. You’ll find another time to get back at him, you think.

“Wait here,” he suddenly says, “I’ve got something for you.”

“Ooh, a gift?” you perk up, but he just gives you an enigmatic style. You watch as he walks over to the bag he’d packed for the trip and unzips a hidden inside pocket, taking out a small box from it.

“Sahi…”

“Stand in front of a mirror,” he says softly, so you head back inside the bathroom, and he follows right after. He opens the box, revealing a silver necklace with a thin chain and the prettiest star pendant hanging from it.

“Is this-” you start, recognising the style of the jewelry immediately.

“Yep. I saw you browse through that brand’s Instagram too often to not get you anything. And look,” he says, holding up the underside of the pendant for you to see: a capital ‘A’ is inscribed in it. He holds up his wrist, showing you a bracelet you hadn’t seen before that looks like a slightly more masculine version of your necklace, and sure enough, it’s got the same star on one side and the first letter of your name on the other.

“It’s so pretty, baby, thank you so much, but,” you murmur, in slight disbelief at the sudden gift, “what’s all this for?”

He pouts his lips in thought as he hooks the piece of jewelry around your neck, letting the pendant rest between your collarbones, then sets his palms lightly on your shoulders, finding your eyes in the reflection of the mirror. “No reason, really. Just felt like getting you a gift, then thought I’d do this whole romantic thing on the beach here but…” he stops here briefly, bending down to press his lips to your neck, making you need to take a deep breath in. “We’re going out tonight, and so many guys are going to see you looking like this… and I know what you’ll say, that I’m the one you’re going home with, but still, it’ll reassure me to know you have my initial around your neck. Even if it's just the two of us that are aware,” he ends with a small smile as he looks up at you.

“Hm,” you hum, mirroring his smile, “I like the sound of that.” His smile gets wider at your words, and he turns you around to press a firm kiss to your lips. You know the two of you, so you pull away before you can get carried away. “Let’s go now so they don’t chastise us for taking forever,” you say, and he nods, eyes already slightly blown-out from the simple kiss and proximity you just shared. 

Because it’s Jaehyuk, or maybe because his family beach house is in a really expensive city, he takes you to a fancy bar that charges ten bucks for a cocktail that probably has two drops of alcohol in it. When he’s had enough of you and your friends’ complaints, he caves in and agrees to take you to a place with a more relaxed atmosphere, and although he “doesn’t see what was so wrong with the last place,” even he has to agree that this new bar, with its decoration that’s cheesy in a heartwarming way, music you can sing along to and beer pong tables strangers can compete against each other on, is a lot more fun. 

You find an empty table big enough for all six of you at the back of the bar. Pushed by your eagerness to drink and the friendly ambiance around you, a surge of generosity hits you and you decide to pay for everyone’s first drink here. Sumin walks with you to the counter, the both of you leaving the table under the happy cheers and whoops of your friends.

There’s a bit of a line at the bar, but at least you’re not queuing by yourself. You haven’t even been waiting a minute for the bartender to notice you that a random guy sitting has already struck conversation with you and Sumin. In five minutes of talking to him, you learn that his name is Jake, that he’s here on vacation with his friends (whose table he points to, the three men waving at you) and that “you two ladies” are welcome to join them for a beer pong match later on. Judging by the four empty beer pints he brought with him and is waiting to be freshened, he’s not completely sober, which you guess is why he’s so talkative. You don’t mind it, though - his smile is contagious and he comes off more as overbearingly friendly than as threatening.

The bartender takes your order of six pints of beer and Sumin’s - who decided she’d also be generous tonight - of six tequila shots. She tells Jake you’re with your friends, but that beer pong sounds fun and she’ll pitch it to them. You wave Sieun and Mashiho over to help you carry the drinks back since they are the ones seated closest to the bar. Jake greets them with a smile then waves as you walk away with your drinks. You don’t notice the way his eyes linger on your figure as you head back to your table, but someone else definitely does.

Asahi hadn’t really paid attention to the interaction at first - you were just going to get drinks. But of course, he always likes keeping an eye on you, just to make sure everything’s okay, and he just can’t help but steal glances at you when you’re in the same room as him but not by his side. Oh, there’s a guy talking to you and Sumin. Whatever, that’s what people do in pubs, right? Chat up random strangers.

You’re smiling at the stranger. Well, that’s fine, of course. You’re friendly, and you’re polite. Why wouldn’t you be smiling?

Now you’re laughing. That guy probably made a joke or something. Laughing is just the nice thing to do! Nothing to worry about.

Finally, you’re heading back towards the table. Finally, that pretty smile of yours is directed towards him and not a random guy - wait, what the fuck? What’s up with that look he’s giving you? The eyeing your figure up and down, the smirk that appears on his face, Asahi sees it all. He can’t really blame the guy - if he thinks you’re the most gorgeous being on this planet, then surely other people will find you pretty, or sexy, or whatever. He just wishes that guy didn’t have to show his interest so openly.

Jaehyuk elbows him slightly in the ribs, snapping Asahi out of his thoughts. “Maybe if you stare harder, that guy will burst into flames,” his friend teases but Asahi just chuckles dryly. He opens an arm when he sees you approach, beckoning you to his embrace after you put the drinks down on the table. He wraps a protective arm around your shoulder and presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulls away to look down at you with a smile. You’re a bit taken aback as your boyfriend is usually not the biggest fan of PDA, especially when it’s not just you and your friends, but you chalk his behavior up to the party atmosphere of the place and to the cocktail he had at the previous bar.

What you don’t know, however, is that he had kept his eyes trained on the guy at the bar when you couldn’t see it. A smirk appeared on Asahi’s face as he made eye contact with him just as he placed that kiss to your forehead, effectively letting him know you weren’t available. The guy - Jake, he found out when Sumin told them about a potential beer pong game - smirked sarcastically and turned away, grabbing his own drinks before heading back to his friends. That should do it.

Sieun raises her shot glass, gesturing for everybody to do the same, and tells Jaehyuk to give a small speech.

“Why me?” he asks defensively, a surprised look on his face.

“‘Cause you talk so well, always saying stuff just to say stuff. Go on then,” she prods, nodding her glass towards him.

He clears his throat and raises the shooter a bit higher, then looks at each one of you with intent. He’s so stupidly serious that you, Mashiho and Sumin can’t contain your snorts, but Asahi and Sieun are waiting expectantly. “I thank you, my friends, for joining me on this trip and bringing fun and happiness to the house. We’ve got four days left here, so let’s make the most of them, and let’s have fun tonight as well. Whoever those boys you guys talked to are, let’s destroy them at beer pong,” he declares, earning himself appreciative hums from the table. “Now, get your salt and lime ready, and let’s do this.” He waits for everyone to get their shot ready. “Alright. To us, and to friendship. Cheers!” he exclaims, ending his speech on a cute note. You scoff jokingly at how lame of a toast that was but bring your glass forth anyway, clinking it with your friends’ as you all echo his ‘cheers’. In almost perfect synchronization, the six of you lick the salt off of your hand, swallow down the tequila and bite into the lime to make the stinging taste go away. You turn to Asahi, giggling at his scrunched-up nose because of the alcohol even though you’re wearing the exact same expression.

Some thirty minutes later, Jake and who you guess are his friends stroll up to your table, asking if you’re ready for the game. With two shots (because Jaehyuk and Mashiho went to get some more) and one pint of beer in your systems, no one at the table is in a mood to refuse playing against strangers, especially if the game involves more alcohol. No one save for Asahi, whose grip on your waist gets slightly tighter, enough for you to notice but not enough to question, but with how eager everyone is to play, he doesn’t have much of a choice.

Jake’s friends’ names, you quickly learn, are Heeseung, Jay and Sunghoon, and they all study at the same university. The ten of you divide into two teams: Jake, Jay, Mashiho, Sumin and you versus Heeseung, Sunghoon, Asahi, Jaehyuk and Sieun. They didn’t let you and Asahi on the same team because your friends hate seeing you happy, apparently.

Except for Jay, who brushes every miss off with a laugh, Jake and his friends are really good at beer pong, and make almost every shot. Although you should be rooting for your team, you cheer whenever your friends succeed in getting the ping-pong ball in the cup on your end, even when you’re the one who has to gulp down the cheap beer. Mashiho, Jaehyuk and Sieun are the pride of your friend group in terms of beer pong ability (Jaehyuk and Sieun say they practiced to ‘impress the ladies��� while Mashiho just has a natural talent for that kind of stuff). To your dismay, however, whenever it’s your turn to drink, it’s Sieun’s turn to shoot, and by the second time she lands a shot, you know you’re not finishing this game sober. When it’s your third time having to drink, you complain she’s gonna get you wasted, and Jake suddenly grabs the drink from your hand, gulping it down quickly. He waves you off with a smile when you thank him, and you’re surprised by his hero-like behavior. 

Asahi, whose turn is after Sieun’s, is lucky that you’re not very skilled, the alcohol not helping, and so that he doesn’t have to drink. Asahi. Right, Asahi. He’s not usually this quiet during night-outs, liking to watch your drunk friends’ reactions to his stupid grimaces and skits, but he doesn’t seem to want to participate in the fun tonight. On your third go, you warn your teammates to not expect too much. You pick up the small ball and lift your arm, ready to aim aimlessly, until you feel a warm hand wrapping itself around yours and a presence, ghost-like behind you. Without a word, Jake moves your hand and helps you throw, delivering a perfect shot. But you wouldn’t have known the ball had landed in a cup had the cheers around you not been so loud, because you weren’t looking at the ball’s trajectory.

You were looking up at your boyfriend from across the table. His arms are crossed and his eyes are so focused on something - or rather, someone - that he’s squinting hard, almost angry. But he’s not looking at you. You follow his gaze until you reach Jake, who’s smirking back at him as if victorious, and everything falls into place.

Your boyfriend is jealous.

Now, this is a rare occasion. Even if you and Asahi are both the type to be completely oblivious when somebody is flirting with you, or even when you’re accidentally flirting with somebody, you always notice when someone is flirting with the other. However, when that happens, you just stride up to them and the other person and make it clear that you’re dating so that the other person doesn’t embarrass themselves further, and then you head home and laugh about it. There is too much trust in your relationship for there to be that much jealousy - just a normal amount, things like “let me know who you’re going with and when you’ll be back,” “and who’s that person?” or “but we haven’t hung out much this week, can you stay with me this one time?”. Most importantly, you never do anything to make the other jealous on purpose, and if one of you has a bout of jealousy, you talk about it.

But that look in his eyes, the way he’s staring Jake down and the way he doesn’t even seem happy when he lands the shot, making Jake drink - he’s so obvious. He’s probably not even trying to hide it. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you just a tiny bit proud. You like these sides of Asahi that he keeps hidden most of the time, and possessive slash jealous Asahi in particular is very hot. Your favorite part about it is that right now, he’s acting like he’s all tough to ward Jake off, but you know he’ll be putty in your hands as soon as you get home, and you can’t wait.

You really can’t wait.

You sneak over to the opposite team’s side and snake your hands around your boyfriend’s waist when you reach him. You look up at him but he avoids your gaze, making you smile fondly.

“Sahi.”

“Hm?”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, of course, why wouldn’t it be?” he answers, finally looking down at you briefly, as if exchanging a glance will convince you.

“If I told you I wanted to go home,” you start, voice dipping a bit lower, “really badly,” you say as you trail a finger up his bare arm, satisfied to see goosebumps appearing on his skin, “would you come home with me?”

That gets his attention for sure. “I’ll go get our stuff,” he says before disappearing. He’s back in thirty seconds and you’ve barely had time to tell your friends you were leaving that he’s practically dragging you out of the bar.

“See you around, Y/N,” Jake says, but your boyfriend doesn’t let you answer.

“No, she won’t.”

You try hard to bite back a smile but as soon as you’re outside, the streets still bustling with young people trying to find a nice place to drink and the sun not even fully set yet, you’re beaming hard.

It’s not that cold, but Asahi drapes his jean jacket over your shoulders anyway, and you let him do it. You walk in silence, hand in hand, and you can almost see smoke coming out of his nose. You let him calm down for the whole duration of the walk back to Jaehyuk’s house, neither of you speaking up until you’re in the kitchen, standing on each side of the island counter and he’s filled two glasses of water. 

“So, wanna tell me what that was all about?” you say, finally breaking the silence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he lies, staring off into the distance with a slight frown.

“Babe, it’s written all over your face that you’re mad. Tell me why,” you prod, even though you know very well the reason behind his anger.

He sighs and looks at the marble countertop like there’s something interesting there. “That guy… Jake, or whatever his name was. He just… ugh, he just kept looking at you, and touching you, and I fucking hated it. He knew we were dating, I made it very, very clear. It was like he was doing it on purpose. And you didn’t- Why didn’t you- Did you not notice, or something?” he asks, his eyes finally looking into yours as if searching for an answer there. His voice had gone from frustrated to desperate, and that, paired with the crease in his brows as he looks at you, makes you think naughty thoughts. 

You walk over to his side of the counter, never breaking eye contact and wearing a small smile that tries to be reassuring. When you’re finally in front of him, you rest both of your palms on his chest and his hands come naturally on each side of your hips. You think you might melt at the way he’s looking at you, desperately waiting for comforting words or actions, like you’re the only one that can make him feel better about this. 

“As soon as I noticed, I came over to you and we left, baby,” you coo, trailing one of your hands from his chest to his cheek, cupping it, and he closes his eyes as he rests his head on your palm, your warmth coming as a much-needed relief to him. You swipe your thumb across his cheek in a loving caress. “You know I wouldn’t make you jealous on purpose.” You take a step closer to him and his arms wrap themselves around your waist, holding you tighter. “And you know you’re the only one I’d want to go home with, anyway.”

At that, he opens just one eye. “Really?”

You chuckle fondly at your boyfriend. “Of course, baby. Look,” you say and wait for him to open his other eye, then take the small pendant he’d gifted you a few hours ago and turn it around in your fingers so that the engraved ‘A’ is blinking up at him. “I literally have your initial around my neck.”

This should be enough to convince him, and maybe it is, but he decides to push it further anyway, coaxing more reassurance out of you. His eyes drop to the floor and his lips form a pout as he murmurs, “How do I know you’re telling the truth, though…”, then sneaks a glance at you, as if to gauge your reaction, and you understand immediately what he wants.

“Do you want me to show you, instead?” you ask, face so close to his that your whisper fans over his lips. You mirror his smile when he nods shyly, which you take as an invitation to press your lips to his, so you do. You want to keep the kiss light and soft, but Asahi seems to be in some kind of a hurry, judging by his fast-moving lips and hands grabbing everywhere they can. You lean back to look at him and push some hair away from his face. “I’m not going anywhere, baby,” you say as you smile and bring your nose to his, brushing the tips together, which brings a smile to his face. “I’m right here.”

When a strong huff escapes Asahi’s nose, you pull away and wait for him to explain what’s bothering him. “I know, I know that, I just… You weren’t looking at him at all, I know that, but he was, and God, I don’t know why but it just pissed me off. Him and his friends, and they were looking at Sumin and Sieun too, you know, but obviously it bothered me more when they looked at you. And it makes sense ‘cause you’re the prettiest girl ever, and who wouldn’t look at you, but also I want to be the only want to look at you, but also it doesn’t matter as long as you’re only looking at me, but-”

You cut him off with a peck. “I only have eyes for you, my love,” you whisper against his lips. “C’mon,” you say, taking him by the hand and leading him to the bedroom - you’re not going to risk having one of your friends come home and walk in on you giving head to your boyfriend in the kitchen.

When you get to the bed, you push gently down on his shoulders so that he sits at the edge of the mattress. Your eyes never leave each other, and the expectant look he wears paired with the fact that he’s handing over the control to you for once makes you want to do all kinds of things to him. However, you have a very set goal you must stay focused on for tonight.

You take a step between his legs and his hands come up naturally to your waist. There is only love and awe in your gaze as you brush your hands through his hair and all around his head until they come down to cup his face for a second, then continue their way to his shoulders. His eyes are closed as if he wants to focus on your touch only, and they stay that way even when he starts to feel you unbuttoning his shirt slowly and take the light piece of fabric off of him, leaving his upper body naked.

You sink down to your knees in front of him, tracing a fingernail down his chest and abs and watching as his muscles flex underneath your teasing touch. You take your time just tracing patterns on his skin and leaving kisses here and there, and by his growing erection and the way he’s grabbing at the sheets behind him you can tell that even with how much he wants you to stop playing around, he also wants to be patient and good for you.

Your hands come down to his knee and you rub up and down his thighs a few times, getting closer to his inner thighs and to his erection every time until you finally press a palm over it, smiling when he releases an audible sigh at the small relief you’re finally giving him.

“You have no idea how much I love you, Sahi,” you say in a low voice as you start unbuckling his belt, still taking your sweet time. “I’d do anything to make you happy, and I want to be the only one who can make you feel good, so don’t ever think I’m looking at anyone else.”

He lets out a low hum in response, and you press a kiss to his lower belly before fully undoing his belt and his trousers. You ask him to raise his hips so you can take them off along with his underwear, and you finally have him fully naked in front of you. His eyebrows are creased and his breathing is already heavy and irregular without you having done much. He can’t even stop a moan from leaving his lips when you take him in your hand and start to very slowly bring your palm up and down his shaft, using the precum that’s already started to gather at his tip as lube. Your other hand is on his thighs, caressing it gently and sometimes grabbing at the skin. “So hard for me, hm?” you murmur, just to rile him up a bit.

When you start to pick up your pace just a bit, you bend your head down to press kisses to his thighs and bite the soft, sensitive flesh of his inner thighs to leave red marks there. At this point, his head is thrown back in pleasure, and with the house fully empty, he is not afraid to be as loud as he wants. Strings of curses and your name are constantly escaping him as well as groans and whines when something feels particularly good. When you lick a long stripe up his shaft and circle your tongue around his tip, he’s practically a gone man, his loud moans filling the room as he tries and fails to not buck his hips up into your mouth. 

You come up for a breath of air, replacing your mouth with your hand so he doesn’t lose his momentum. “Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Make a mess all over my hand?” you taunt right before taking him back in your mouth, going down on his cock as far as you can. In mere seconds, you feel his thighs start to shake underneath your palms and his moans start to get higher in pitch, a sure sign of his climax being close. Usually, you’d swallow around his cock, but you’ve got another idea for tonight so you pull away and jerk him off as fast as you can while playing with his balls.

“C-coming…” he warns uselessly as ropes of his hot, white cum shoot all over his stomach and on your hand. You don’t let him calm down before taking his chin in your hand and tilting it down to make him look at you as you lick your fingers clean first, then his stomach, the taste of his cum and sweat filling your mouth. 

“Fuck, you’re hot,” he breathes out in disbelief when you’re done with your little show, making you chuckle. He lets his body collapse onto the bed and you follow him, resting on your side with your head on your palm so you can trace your fingernail over his bicep and look at him as his breathing slows down, eyes closed and smiling peacefully. Your pretty angel. Only you get to see him like this, and you’re eternally grateful for that honor.

“I should get jealous more often,” he jokes after a few minutes when you thought he’d fallen asleep.

“I’ll always remind you that you’re the only one I want,” you whisper, making him open his eyes to look at you. That’s when he realizes that you’re still fully clothed while he’s butt naked. 

He sits up, and before you can say anything, he’s taken your spot on the floor, kneeling at the edge of the mattress, and he pulls you towards him by the hips. His hands ride up your thighs, pushing the skirt of your dress over your hips to reveal your soaking panties to him. “God, you’re so wet,” he marvels at the sight of the wet patch on your underwear. You hadn’t even realized your core had been aching this whole time, so focused you were on making him feel good.

“You don’t need to, Sahi-”

“I want to,” he says, effectively cutting you off, then licks a stripe up your clothed core, the simple action enough to have you whimpering. Something - maybe your scent, or your taste, or the sounds you’re making, or all three - seems to take over him, and suddenly he’s a starved man. Not even bothering to take them off, he pushes your panties to the side and starts sucking at your clit so hard it’s almost painful, but the sting only adds to the pleasure. He’s always passionate when he eats you out, but this is another level of desire and eagerness to make you feel good that just makes your whole body weak and your throat raw with how much you’re moaning.

The knot in your stomach is already close to bursting not even a minute in, so you force Asahi to pull away and gesture for him to get on the bed, “please” and “I need you” leaving your lips like they’re the only things you can say. He’d usually chuckle at your impatience, but this time, he obeys you without a word, eyes half-lidded and blown out with lust, and cock already hard again.

He sits up on the bed, back against the headboard, and urges you to come and straddle his hips. Even now you’re still too restless to take your underwear off so you push it to the side once again as you line yourself up with his tip and sit down on him, bottoming out quickly. He gives you no time to adjust to his size before thrusting up into you, hard and desperate, and you’re so wet that he slips right in anyway. You’re a moaning mess on top of him, and he’s a moaning mess underneath you. Your hands can’t stay still, going from holding onto his shoulders, to clawing at his back, to tugging harshly at his hair. His arms are wrapped around your waist, sometimes holding you by the hips and bringing you down onto his cock just as he bucks his own into yours.

One of the reasons that you love sex with Asahi, other than the fact that you love him more than your heart can handle, is that it is always different and exciting. Tonight, you’re absolutely lost in each other, rendering your body to pleasure and your desire for each other. His scent takes up all of your senses, the pure bliss he is making you feel is intoxicating and you can’t think of anything else, only him. And judging from the expressions and the sounds he’s making, he feels the same way.

It all gets too much; he’s hitting the exact right spots and touching you just the way you like it, like you won’t break, like you’re solid under his touch and he can hold on tight, even leaving bruises. All you can do is collapse on top of him and hope he has enough strength for the both of you. His grip on you fastens even further, holding you as close as physically possible to him, but even that is barely enough. You just want to stop feeling where your body stops and his starts; you want the two of you to become one.

Just when you think it couldn’t get better, Asahi starts talking. The words flow out of his mouth like he’s not thinking about them, and he can’t halt them. “I‘m gonna… gonna cum inside you, gonna fill you up with my cum and put a baby inside that beautiful body of yours. Gonna give you a fucking baby and then everybody will know you’re mine and mine only.” Almost every word is punctuated with a harsh thrust, and you can only moan back in response.

And finally, everything that had formed into the tightest of knots inside of you undoes itself all at once, and your orgasm ripples through your body in waves, your body shaking on top of his as the feeling of your walls clenching around him like they never have before send him tumbling over the edge as well, pulling a second release out of him tonight.

The both of you stay there for a few blissful moments, simply waiting for your breath to resume their normal pace and for your senses to come back down from such an intense high. His hands roam your back and your fingers graze through his hair, anchoring touches as if trying to tether yourselves to each other. 

You manage to recuperate a bit of energy and ask Asahi if he wants to go take a shower to clean up together, which he sleepily but gladly agrees to. He even starts a bath, which you tip-toe into after you’ve soaped each other clean in the shower, not without some giggles, wandering hands and curious lips. You sit back between his legs, letting the combined warmth of his body and of the water relax you.

“I’m sorry about tonight,” he suddenly apologizes after he’d been silently tracing patterns on your forearm for a small while.

“What? Why?” you ask, voice laced with concern as you turn your head, the side of it resting on his chest so that you can hear his heartbeat. Slow and steady, as always. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I did, though. I got jealous for no reason and made you go home earlier on our night-out with our friends when none of it was even your fault.” He buries his face in your hair and presses a small kiss to the crown of your head.

You think for a few seconds before speaking next. “It’s normal to get jealous sometimes. If there was a girl chatting you up even though she knew you were in a relationship - which has happened before, by the way - I’d get jealous too. Especially cause you’re so oblivious,” you tease, and he cracks a small chuckle.

“I can’t argue with you on that one. But you’re not a lot better.”

“That’s true,” you smile. “And anyway, it’s not like either of us gets super possessive or anything. A little jealousy never hurt anyone. And I kinda like it, you know,” you add as an afterthought, smiling shyly as you take one of his hands in yours and play with his fingers. “It makes me feel like you’re mine as much as I’m yours.”

“Of course I am,” he says, bending down to kiss your ear and your cheek, making you giggle. “I’m all yours.”

“Sahi?” you call out after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

“Mm?”

“Do you actually want a baby?” you ask, remembering his earlier words, and you feel his body tense underneath you.

“Oh- God- um, about that, I, um- No! No, I don’t-”

“Oh…” you say, surprising yourself at how disappointed you are.

“I mean, yes! Yes, I do, of course I want to have babies, just not right now. But I want to have babies with you, at some point. If that’s okay, I mean. Like, if you don’t want babies, that’s fine-”

Your giggles interrupt his rambling, and he can’t help but chuckle himself. “Okay, babies, but not right now. We’re too young. But at some point.”

“At some point,” he repeats, and presses an umpteenth kiss to your head.

“What was that talk all about earlier, then?”

“Just… possessiveness, I guess. As a disclaimer, I don’t actually believe that you’ll belong to me just because I knock you up, or anything, this isn’t the Middle Ages,” he defends, making you giggle again. “And I don’t think you belong to me, at all. Not more than in the sense of I love you and you love me, so we’re each other’s, if that makes sense.”

“That makes sense,” you reassure.

“But… I don’t know… The thought of my baby in you…” he says, then takes a deep breath as if to steady himself. “Let’s just say it’s a very, very nice thought.”

You stay in the bath until the water grows cold, talking about this and that and feeling the other’s skin under your fingertips. You barely bother to dry off before getting into the bed, letting the other’s warmth and the mild heat of a summer night do the job. It takes you a while to fall asleep because you’ve both got a surge of energy from the bath, and you can’t stop giggling at nothing and planting small kisses all over each other’s faces, hands grabbing at whatever skin they can find and playing with the other’s hair. Around three a.m., just as you decide you need to calm down and go to sleep, your friends come home and cause a ruckus loud enough in the kitchen that it reaches your ears as they, you guess, make late-night ramen to appease their ebriety before going to bed.

Finally, at some point, you let the low hum of the fan, the whoosh of the waves coming to you through the open window and your boyfriend’s quiet snores lull you to sleep, and you fall into the arms of Morpheus with a smile on your face.

-

Because time doesn’t care about your fun, you wake up one day, and it’s already your last day of vacation.

You all spend the morning and half of the afternoon packing and cleaning up the house, or at least the parts you used, even if Jaehyuk hired cleaning staff to come after you left. Still, it’s the least you can do to not leave it disgusting. 

You’re done around five p.m., and you decide to relax a bit before dinner, so you and Asahi head to the beach - for some alone time, he specifies, so that no one follows you there. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what the two are up to - you’ve been spending the whole day brushing past the other and leaving subtle touches here and there or looking at the other with nothing less than sex in your eyes, purposefully trying to rile the other up in a silence game of who will give in first. 

You know you’ve won when Asahi presses into you as soon as you’ve set your little camp on the beach, which consists of a huge beach towel and a wide umbrella to hide you from both the burning sun rays and the burning stares of other beachgoers.

“What did I tell you the other day about being a brat, hm?” he taunts as he hovers over you, planting wet, ravenous kisses to your neck as his thumb plays with your bikini-covered clit. 

“As if you weren’t acting the same,” you say, retaliating by palming him over his swimming trunks. In moments like these, your impatience takes over your want to tease the other, and you often end up helping each other get ready with hungry touches and open-mouthed kisses before Asahi pushes himself into you, waiting for a small moment before setting a quick and steady pace. It’s lighthearted and you can’t stop smiling even when the pleasure sets itself in your whole body, making your blood run quicker and your heart beat harder.

Asahi, who’d been desperately trying to hide his boner for the last few hours, can’t stop himself for cumming first, but he gives you no time to tease him about it, because you’ve barely opened your mouth to say something that he’s already pulled out, replaced his cock with two of his long fingers, and attached his lips to your clit, making you yelp in surprise. His tongue and digits know their way around your core like no other, and in what feels like five minutes, he’s made you cum twice around them.

“What was that for?” you ask out of breath when he’s snaked his way back up your body, after licking his fingers clean of your slick, of course.

“For making fun of me for cumming first. I can’t help it that you feel so good, you know,” he smirks, tucking sticky strands of hair because of sweat behind your ear.

“But I didn’t even say anything!”

“Didn’t need to, you were thinking it hard enough.” You punch his shoulder playfully - you’re pretending to be annoyed when there’s really nothing to complain about when your boyfriend decides to give you two orgasms in a row as ‘punishment,’ and he knows that.

Your bodies feel a bit gross from sweat so you put on your swimsuits back on and race each other to the sea, jumping in immediately without a care for how cold the water feels against your sun-heated skin. Splashing each other and playing around soon turns into making out with your hips hooked around his waist, the sea making you weigh nothing in his arms. You savor his taste especially today because this is the last day where you’ll get to kiss him, wet and salty and like he holds summer on his tongue.

You return to the beach after a while to eat the snacks you brought with and rest some, Asahi cuddling your body and resting his head between your breasts as you read the single book you’d brought on this trip and had read maybe fifty pages in two weeks from.

Sieun’s voice calling out from a few meters away gently pierces your little bubble of warmth and comfort. “We’re getting ready for dinner and Jaehyuk is making us cocktails, if you guys wanna join.”

You quickly pack up your stuff and the three of you head back to the house. “What kind of cocktails is he making?” you ask.

She smiles before answering, recognising the irony of her next words. “Sex on the beach.”

-

That night, as the six of you watch the fireworks that Jaehyuk and Asahi set off and that you’d bought on your first day here, you take a second to look around at your friends and their smiling faces, without a care in the world, illuminated by the colorful lights. You feel your boyfriend’s hold on your waist tighten as he brings you closer to him and lets you rest your head on his shoulder. Wherever they are, I’ll be happy. Wherever he is, I’ll be home, you think. Even if you’ve got years of life and countless adventures waiting in front of you, right now, you’re just enjoying the moment, happy to be here, surrounded by the people you love. It doesn’t feel like it could get better than this, and yet.

Your boyfriend looks down at you and you raise your head from his shoulder to look at him. You smile at each other as the others ‘ooh’ and ‘ah’ at the bright displays of smoke and fire in the night sky. His eyes tell you that there are many more happy moments to come, indeed.

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𝐙𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐞 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞

Day 2

Pairing: Hamada Asahi x fem!oc

Genre: Horror, zombie apocalypse au, all of us are dead inspired

Summary: One day Haneul was a normal student and the next she was running from zombies with her almost boyfriend, her friends and classmates, trying to survive.

Warning: Cussing, mentions of death, blood, zombies

Notes: Had to include a zombie apocalypse jsjs.

Haneul never imagined her junior year of high school to go like this. She was supposed to keep her good grades, and have a great time with her friends, before applying to her dream school to study medicine.

But life had other plans, she supposed.

Instead, she, Asahi, her friend group and some classmates were running from the eating flesh monsters they’ve been calling zombies.

“Hurry, get in here!” Someone shouted as they opened the door to a classroom on the third floor.

“Come on, come on!”

“AH!” Haneul heard someone scream, she was in the middle of the group so she had to jump a little to see who it was.

Horrified, she turned around and started weeping. She felt a hand intertwining with hers. “Are you okay? What happened?”

She couldn’t speak until almost all were safe and sound on the classroom.

“Hayun was bitten.” She started crying.

“Oh, honey.” He hugged her tightly. “I’m so sorry.”

The girl couldn’t believe it, she lost her best friend since she was 3.

“I know it’s tough but you know I’m always here for you.”

“Thank you, Sahi.” She hugged him tightly.

“Anytime, Hannie.”

Days passed and more friends and classmates were transformed to zombies, reducing the once big group to a small group of 7; Haneul, Asahi, Junkyu, Jeongwoo, Yoshi, Jihoon and Jaehyuk.

The moral was too low because of this but if they wanted to keep surviving they needed a new plan.

“I know we are devastated cause of the losses we’ve had but we need to keep moving.” Jihoon spoke looking at his remaining friends.

“Ji is right, we can morn once we are safe.” Jaehyuk backed him up.

“Alright, what’s the plan?” Asahi asked from his place against the wall. Haneul was cuddled up on his right arm, looking dissociated. The past couple of days hadn’t been the best. She was fine one minute and the next she felt like shit.

She was grateful the blonde never left her side.

She had a “complicated” relationship with Asahi. They weren’t a couple but they definitely weren’t friends. They were very touchy with the other, at least in private he was too. In public he limited himself to hand holding and hugging.

He was planning on asking her to be his girlfriend when all hell broke loose. She meant everything to him and wanted to make things official.

He would have to do it once this mess was over.

Anyway, the group agreed to leave the classroom at sunrise, and head straight to the woods where they would look for a shelter for survivors.

Thankfully it was raining by the time they had to go, which meant it would make zombies go numb and it would be easier for them to walk pass them.

They carefully speed walked and killed any creature that tried to attack them.

Asahi had Haneul by the hand and tried his best for her to not see any of her dead friends, she was pretty sensitive so he knew seeing them again and in that state would break her even more.

They successfully made it to the woods without getting hurt.

That was until they reached a street, and walked farther. There, they saw a big amount of zombies.

Freaking out, they hold their weapons tighter and pointed to their heads.

They were struggling but had a good pace so they didn’t come too close to them.

Until Asahi got distracted for a second.

“ASAHI! LOOK OUT.” Haneul shouted, not caring that more zombies could come.

By the time he turned around one bit him on the leg.

“NO!” The girl cried hard and ran to help him. She killed the pest and held the blonde, placing him on the floor.

“You’re gonna be okay, love.” She repeated over and over, it felt as if it was more to comfort herself than for the Japanese.

Meanwhile he just looked at her with glassy eyes. He caressed her cheek softly.

“Thank you for everything, princess. I never got to tell you but I wanted to make you my girl and that I also love you so so much.” A tear fell slowly as he finished what he thought were gonna be his final words.

“I love you so much too, Sahi. And I would have loved to be your girlfriend.” She sobbed and hugged him tightly.

“Han, we have to go. There’s more coming.” Yoshi worriedly said.

“B-but I can’t leave him.”

“We have to, I’m sorry.” He looked at her with a sad expression.

“But it doesn’t look like he’s transforming. He could be a hambie.” She insisted, calling him a term that one of their late friends used to describe a psycho classmate that tried to kill them at the beginning of the crisis.

He sighted. “Okay, but if he turns we’ll need to kill him. Now come on, let’s get out of here.”

She nodded and grabbed the blonde with the help of Jeongwoo. Putting his arms around their shoulders.

They continued their journey until they saw a jail that was being used as a Safe Zone.

The doctors there ran some tests, asked them a few questions and in no time they were on their own tents, located by the quarantine zone.

The pair was laying down on the mattress that was provided to them, cuddling. Haneul had her head on his chest and Asahi had his arm around her waist.

Turns out, he indeed was a hambie. He was perfectly fine, so far.

The blonde asked the girl the long awaited question right after they settled so, they could proudly say they were finally dating.

Them and their friends could feel like everything was okay, at last.

But only time would tell what was going to happen next.

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the most amazing connection

he wasn’t planning on falling in love

let alone get into a relationship

so how did you manage to change that?

he still asks you if you secretly hypnotized him sometimes

because he is WHIPPED

it is rare for him to get flustered

his quietness can be mistaken for shyness but he’s actually pretty confident

until you made him stumble over his own thoughts

and you’d think that would go away after a few months

but no

it’s most obvious when you compliment him

he gets that little smile while looking to the side

‘Ohhh-’ is the only thing he manages to say at first

the thank you following a few seconds later

he’s started wearing buckethats to hide how red his ears get

he doesn’t express his love through words or physical affection

even though he does enjoy cuddling while talking he rarely initiates it

instead, his main love languages are ‘quality time’ and ‘acts of service’

both are expressed very subtly so it might take a while before you realize how much he actually loves you

a few months in you start noticing all the little things he does

whenever you come over everything you’ve ever mentioned you like to eat will be in the fridge

his room is always really neat and cozy and he has a special setting for the color of his lights for when you’re there

and dates outside are always planned in detail

ever since you two started dating he turned on the sound on his phone for notifications

hasn’t said anything in the members’ groupchat for over five months

replies to you within 10 seconds of seeing the notification

he doesn’t even mind calling you

the sound of your voice is way stronger than his annoyance to phonecalls

like I said the most important thing between you two is the amazing connection

he feels genuinely understood by you

and another way he tries to make you feel loved is by opening up

the conversations are soft but endless

it feels like he just gets lost in thought

except this time it’s out loud and he can share it with someone else

you’ve actually made him open up to others a liiiittle more too

just because he understands the value of getting close to someone now

your dates consist mostly of staying in, being in nature or doing things together that he’d usually do by himself

like the time he needed a new passportphoto and wanted you there

or when he goes to get new equipment

his favorites are still the dates where you stay inside though

all the memories you have in that same space

everytime he wakes up it means a little more

and it might sounds cliché but you’re also his inspiration for music

but not in the love-songs about you type of way

it’s more in the beats and instrumentals

one song inspired by the way your laugh sounds when you don’t hold it back

another inspired by how you looked in your raincoat with the sound of the autumn leaves being blown around you by the wind

another by how you hum in your sleep whenever you’ve had caffeine too late

and ofcourse the one inspired by the way your eyes light up whenever he tells you he loves you

truly a great one

even though he doesn’t mainly show his love through affection

he still always lets you know he’s there

fumbling with your fingers in his

tucking your hair behind your ear

giving you a kiss on the cheek whenever he gets up to do something

even if it’s just grabbing the remote

they’ve all become habits

but kisses are still just as special as the first one

no matter how often you kiss and how bold he gets with them

his heart still jumps the exact same way

when you cuddle he likes to be able to see your face

so it’s usually facing each other with your legs intertwined

or your head on his chest as he writes words on your back with his fingertips

his favorite is when you sit sideways on his lap, leaning against him

you’ve actually spend hours upon hours just like that

often waking up in the morning in the same position

you fell asleep while he was humming along to the soundtrack of the Lord Of The Rings movie you had been watching together

and hell to the no that he was going to wake you up to change positions

you looked too peaceful

taking your stress away is one of his specialties

without him really realizing

you could’ve had the worst freaking day and 5 minutes of listening to him speak would easy your mind

he brings out a feeling of security in you

so you never worry or feel jealous

he’s always very clear and you never have any doubts in his honesty

he also doesn’t get jealous that quickly

and when he does it never turns into a big deal

he feels that security just as much

which is why he never doubted your relationship either

eventhough it came unexpected and he wasn’t planning on it

it felt like the right thing from the moment you first met 

and he’s not planning on letting that feeling go

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Hamada Asahi is Art himself

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ASAHI BOYFRIEND MATERIAL 💓💓

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HOW WOULD TREASURE EAT YOU OUT?

requested? yes, for anon! hihi can you pls make a treasure headcannon abt them eating you out? thank you thank you have a nice day

contains: treasure hyung line x fem!reader (separately); oral (f. receiving); praise and rough moments mentioned; cringe (as always since it's me); lmk if i missed something!

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CHOI HYUNSUK

shy at first, turned out to be a pro. will start slow, but he’ll lose his shit in no time; it’s the way your hands hold his hair, and how you moan his name out. kind of anxious in the beginning, cuz the neighbours WILL hear for sure, but now? he’s making sure the neighbours DO hear how good he’s doing you with his mouth only. his pride goes up up UP i say when you cum on his mouth. will praise you for that too. overall: proud but hidden pro.

more under the cut!

PARK JIHOON

will tease the heck out of you, but when you’ll neglect him, he’ll get whiny. won’t admit it but wants to spend the rest of his life between your legs, not really caring about you getting overstimulated. i mean, he does want you to be safe and all, but with such good pussy??? he’s not letting you go. and when he’s already between your thighs??? he’s at your mercy and he knows it yet still he wants to be the one in control. mission failed, though. overall: you have him wrapped around your finger (or pussy???) and he’s okay with that; might say differently, but in the end he really is okay.

KANEMOTO YOSHINORI

will make love to your cunt at a painfully slow pace, unintentionally. bcuz he wants to savor everything you’re giving him, it’s not his fault you’re so delicious! both in looks and taste! will kiss on your thighs first (bonus points to him if your thighs are sensitive), and only then he’ll start kissing your entrance. 100% sure he will be so confused when you’d tell him to hurry the fuck up. overall: slow love maker.

KIM JUNKYU

eats like an absolute madman. he practically makes out with your cunt, in the lewdest way possible. will drool, smear everything all over his face, and won’t care about it AT ALL. will groan right into you, tell you how good you taste, tickle you with his heavy breathing. keeps you so close to his face you’re practically choking him, but does he care? aw hell nah. will push you even more closer, cuz ain’t no way this delicious meal will run away from him. would love you to sit on his face, no matter which size you are; he just wants to eat his pretty girl <3 overall: pussydrunk madman.

TAKATA MASHIHO

your pleasure and well-being come first to him. you’re stressed??? just let him sit between your legs for a while and you’ll feel better. just like yoshi, he takes it slow, but he does that on purpose. mashi wants you to feel special, so expect him at your service when between your thighs. whatever you want him to do - he will! also, while his tongue is stuck between your folds, you tell (or at least you try between the moans) him about everything that’s been bothering you. and he LISTENS TO IT ALL. overall: best boyfriend 10/10 and his mouth work is as good as him in general

YOON JAEHYUK

at this point, even he doesn’t know if he’s saying all those ‘i love you’ to you or your pussy; makes love to your cunt, but will lose his shit the moment you cry out his name in pleasure. i bet his fingers would be nails deep into your thighs cuz goddamn you taste so good it’s unbearable. might get a little rough with his tongue, sucking on your clit too much or groaning into you when you’re getting too sensitive, bUT he will apologize the heck of you with kisses! probably is so proud of himself, will smirk at the thought of your cunt clenching around his tongue. overall: sweet but might get rough, sweet in the end though.

HAMADA ASAHI

has a whole playlist for eating you out. at first, he was shy and didn’t know how to do it but as a fast learner, he became a pro. with your guidance he now eats you out like you’re a piece of cake (both literally and metaphorically). the noises you make while his tongue is inside you made him even more turned on, especially when you accidentally harmonize with the playlist. will grind against the bed or will help himself with his hand while his face is between your thighs cuz holy shit you’re so hot. overall: fast learner then, pro now with a whole soundtrack for you

BANG YEDAM

he needs to go to somekind of rehab cuz goddAMN the way you got him addicted to your pussy is just whew. i am pretty sure when he scribbled down his will, he noted you as his last meal. I JUST KNOW THAT. anyway; he needs constant praise and probably will stop if he won’t receive it; will stare up at you with the saddest puppy look, but your brain is pure mush from the feeling, so how tf can you say coherent words, huh? overall: another pussydrunk fella.

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it's been a couple of weeks since you and asahi had sex. you two have spoken a few times, hung out to get to know each other more. you've met his parents. turns out his father is the ceo of a very well known company and his mother works under the same company so to get straight to the point, asahi and his parents are very wealthy.

you've told your friend, haru all about and he's genuinely happy for you. he has a boyfriend now. his name is yoon jaehyuk. you like jaehyuk. he treats your best friend very well and the two of you get along well. jaehyuk is like the big brother you've craved for. he's also very funny. you are at home, watching youtube on your tv when you get a call from asahi. you happily answer the call and place your phone against your ear.

"hey pretty boy. meet me at the club tonight, i've got some news for you." you can't help but become excited and nervous as hell at the same time. 'what could be the news?' you think to yourself. it's 5pm so after finishing the video you get ready to meet asahi.

you arrive at the club and enter. your eyes immediately search for asahi and you find him. you walk over to him. he's recently dyed his hair blonde and you would be lying if you said it doesn't suit him at all. you sit down next to him and he greets you with a nod. "oh hi y/n!" a dark haired boy greets you. he's sitting on the opposite side of you, next to asahi. "um hi...asahi who is this?" you ask him. "let's go talk in a room, it's too loud." he says, ignoring your question. you gulp. a ugly feeling creeps up you and you follow asahi and the boy.

you sit down on the bed, the boy doing the same while asahi chooses to stand. "so my parents wants us to...to get, um, married, y/n." your body stiffens and your breath hitches, your heart dropping. "w-what?" you ask. "i tried talking them out of it but they won't give in." he says. "okay, but, what about him why is he here? no offense of course.." the boy shrugs it off. "this is kim junkyu and he'll also be apart of this...marriage. he'll be married to both you and i as well." your eyebrows furrow.

"i don't really wanna get married in general...i'm still so young..." you mumble to yourself. "i need time." you say. asahi and junkyu understands and they let you go. this is alot to take in. that night you can't sleep. too many thoughts accompany your mind.

after a few days you get over it and accept it. you were grateful that asahi didn't message you as you needed time to yourself. you call him. he picks up immediately. "are you okay?" asahi, along with junkyu is worried to death. junkyu doesn't know you at all but he knows asahi very well and asahi really likes you and he likes asahi, so automatically junkyu has taken a big liking to you. "yes. come over. bring junkyu too."

you get to know junkyu more and junkyu get's to know you more. thankfully his parents gave you all three another month before the wedding. you find out you and junkyu are quite similar.

after a week or so you get a call from asahi. "y/n...me and junkyu wants you. meet as at the club?" you become excited. you've grown to like junkyu and you are pretty comfortable around him. you get ready and head to the club. once you arrive the same waiter tells you which room and it's the same room as last time. you make your way towards the room and knock. you hear a muffled 'come in' from junkyu so you open the door and enter. as soon as you close the door and turn around, asahi pins you against the door and attacks your lips.

you taste a mixture of alcohol and mint. he's tipsy though, you know because of his voice over the phone and he's stated before that he doesn't want to have sex with someone special to him while drunk since he'll most likely not remember the next day. you repsond to the kiss immediately and kiss back. your arms wrap around his neck as his hands goes to your waist. he turns you and guides you to the bed, still kissing. your legs meet the bed and you fall backwards, your back hitting the soft mattress and asahi's hands instinctively letting go of your waist to catch himself, allowing his hands to meet the mattress to aviod putting all of his weight on you.

he kisses down your neck and you hum in content. asahi stops and looks up at junkyu. he cocks his head and junkyu crawls towards you both. "why don't you two have some fun? get to know each others bodies...kyu here is a switch, gonna try and top him? hm?" you know you are down bad bottom for asahi and you'll never be able to top him, however junkyu? you don't know and you are quite excited to try and top the boy. asahi stands up and you turn onto your stomach and crawl closer to junkyu.

asahi get's comfortable and watches the scene unfold in front of him. he watches as the two of you start to make out. at first, he easily dominates the kiss. he get's you to lie down and he hovers above you and kisses your neck and sucks. you whimper and you feel junkyu smirk against your neck's skin. you switch positions and you hover above junkyu. you attack his lips and this time you dominate the kiss. you suck his tongue and is surprised yet proud when he emits a moan.

you grow confident and allow your hands to roam. your hands travles under his shirt and junkyu get's goosebumps due to your touch. he's loving this, you ontop of him and touching him. he's hard. so are you and asahi. asahi wants to destroy both you and junkyu so badly but won't ruin the both of yours moment.

junkyu's legs wrap around your waist and his hands travles to your head, his fingers finding your hair and gripping it tightly as you continue to skillfully kiss him. using his legs that's wrapped around your waist he presses down, forcing your crotch to come in contact with his. you can't help but moan into the kiss. junkyu bucks his hips and when he does he breaks the kiss and you immediately attack his neck. "please y/n...fuck me. just fuck me." he begs. you groan in response and pull back.

the both of you strip as quick as possible, the clothing irritating you both to the max. afterwards, you both clash again and kiss one another sloppily, hands roaming all over each others bodies. your hand finds his dick and his hand finds yours. your strokes are messy as your desire for one another has reached it's peak. your hand leaves his dick and push him down, his back meets the mattress as you go down on him. you take his dick in your mouth. you get a airy moan out of him as you bop your head up and down. he grips your locks and tugs which makes you moan, causing vibrations to travel through his shaft.

junkyu lifts up his hips. he's desperate for friction. you push down his hips and he huffs. you pull back and start to stretch him out. he becomes a whiny and squirming mess and you love it. you look over to asahi and he's still watching. your eyes meet his lustful ones.

he wants you both so badly but is holding back. you finish stretching junkyu out and enters him slowly. once fully inside you both let out a groan. after letting junkyu adjust and him clenching around you a few times you can finally move. your thrusts are slow and steady until junkyu begs for more. you pick up your pace, your thrusts becoming quick and your breathing becoming uneven. "faster." you groan. "i'm going as fast as you can you brat," you tell him. he giggles but is replaced with a loud moan when your thrusts become slow yet with a strong force. his back arches and you smirk.

you lean in and kiss him again. he whimpers into the kiss as you continue to pound into him with a slow yet a strong force. you move on to his jaw and then his neck. he let's out a sigh of content. "fuck." asahi curses under his breath as he watches the both of you. he's really horny but he won't dare to touch himself, not until the both of you are done. you focus on making junkyu cum so you start to jerk junkyu off, teasing him now and then you allow his climax to build up and he cums. you pull out, not allowing yourself to cum. "you could've kept going you know..." junkyu says, a bit disappointed. he wanted you to cum inside of him not going to lie.

you soon catch on and grin. "oh don't worry, i will cum inside of you." you reassure him and get off of the bed and approach asahi. you get on your knees and tug on asahi's pants. he gladly stands up and grips your wrist, taking you back to the bed and junkyu. you sit there, abit confused as he takes off his pants. he stops for a moment and gives you a glance. "the floor is dirty, i don't want you nor junkyu getting dirty." such a gentleman, you love it.

he strips and get's on the bed in front of you and junkyu, on his knees. "junkyu, suck." he demands and junkyu immediately obeys. you get on your knees as well and kiss asahi. asahi responds quickly and kisses you back. the kiss is full of lust and hunger. he groans into the kiss as junkyu sucks him off. you break the kiss to only attack his neck. his hand rests on your head, his head turning to the opposite side to give you more access. he moans lowly and both you and junkyu finds it so sexy.

asahi resists the urge to move his hips as junkyu continues to bop his head. he hums in content. junkyu picks up his pace and asahi's available hand finds junkyu's hair and grips it firmly, tugging as he grunts. "fuck." he curses under his breath. you have moved on to asahi's shoulders. after abusing his shoulders you go to his collarbones. asahi cums in junkyu's mouth. asahi attacks you and you yelp in surprise as your back meets the mattress. he immediately goes to your rim. he preps you and afterwards he enteres you impatiently. "just move." you tell him. "are you sure? so far i know you haven't been fucked in a while."

"i prepped myself earlier today. i'm sure." asahi takes your word for it so he moves and you begin to moan, asahi grunts, loving the way your walls clench around him. junkyu watches and starts to jerk himself off. his strokes matches the pace of asahi's thrusts. "g-go faster." you are desperate to be fucked by asahi. he makes you feel so good. he's addicting. asahi goes faster. he watches how his dick dissappear by going inside of you and he can't help but groan.

junkyu comes over and starts to kiss you. you kiss him back and your hand finds his dick. you start to stroke him. he comes closer and sits up to give you better access. junkyu can't help moving his hips, wanting more friction. asahi begins to pant as you continue to whimper and moan. he finds your prostate and hits it perfectly over and over. "f-fuck," you say breathlessly as your strokes stutter. your dick leaks of precum. you are close and asahi knows it so he grips your dick and you gasp. his strokes are rough and messy as he continues to pound into you. you arch your back as you cum. "going to cum inside of me like you promised?" junkyu smirks at you. you scoff and grin. "fuck yeah." you reply.

let's just say that it was a very long but enjoyable and unforgettable night for the three boys soon to be husbands.

[kpop-kitkat]

Not Ready | Hamada Asahi

pairing | boyfriend! hamada asahi x pregnant!f reader

genre/cw | mention of sex, condom, anxiety attacks, angst, unwanted pregnancy, tears, hurt comfort, very sweet bf asahi, much fluff

wc | 1.9k

notes | none, except asahi is so sweet I can’t-

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

I sat on the sofa with my phone in hand, staring at my handsome boyfriend on the screen.

 "I miss you Jagi. Two more days until I get to see you," said Asahi through FaceTime. 

 "That's way too long," I sighed, pouting my lips and giving him puppy eyes.

 "Believe me Y/n, if it was my choice, I'd be cuddling you on that couch right now."

 "I know you would Sahi," I yawned, stretching my arms out.

 "Well, I don't want to keep you up. Get some sleep Jagi, I'll text you in the morning," he said with his beautiful smile that I am addicted to.

 "Night night," I waved, ending the call with a heavy heart. 

 I was about to set my phone down and go clean up the kitchen for the night, when a notification stopped me.

Health App

Your period was likely to start eight days ago. Have you started your period yet?

I clicked on the notification and noticed I was late. And I'm never late. But I considered the fact that I've been two weeks early before, so maybe it was just all over the place. I continued the clean up the kitchen and get a good eight hours of sleep. 

~~~~~

I arose with a sun ray shining in my eyes. I eagerly looked at my phone to see a text from "Jagi💕" .

Morning Beautiful

I smiled and texted back, "Morning Sahi." 

 I quickly got ready for the day, since the thought of Asahi returning the next day had me in a good mood.

I jammed out in the shower as usual, and was putting my makeup on when a notification gave me a jump scare. Of course I put my ringer all the way up.

Health App

Your period was likely to start nine days ago. Have you started your period yet?

This time, the notification gave me an unwanted anxiety attack. My heart rate picked up rapidly and I felt slightly dizzy. But I had to reassure myself it was fine. 

Today, I had made plans with friends, so I pushed my anxious thoughts away and enjoyed myself. 

~~~~~

Me and my friends Jisoo, Sana, and Yiren, all walked out of our favourite resturant with very full stomachs.

 "Thanks Sana," me, Jisoo, and Yiren said simultaneously, since Sana paid for the meal.

 "Of course! Anything for my besties," she giggled.

 We all sang Disney karaoke before stopping at me and Asahi's house. 

 "Thanks for the ride. Goodnight!" I waved as they drove away. 

Once in the house, I showered and got into bed, since it was already 10:45 p.m. and I was exhausted. I collapsed in bed and waited for sleep to overtake me, when anxiety returned. I tossed and turned, trying to win, but I failed. 

"It can't be, it can't be," I kept repeating to myself.

I sat up and rocked back and forth, tears threatening to fall. I decided I wasn't getting any sleep, even though I was tired, so I went to the bathroom and sat on the toilet with the lid down. I held my head in my hands and tried to get my mind off of the situation. I kept telling myself everything was alright, but my violently shaking body told me otherwise. I felt dizzy and hot, and decided I was going to suffer if I didn't confirm it. I was even afraid to think of the word, let alone say it out loud. 

That night. It was about thirty five days ago. I was terribly lovesick, and needy. So Asahi and I decided to have a fun night with protection. I vividly remember seeing him slip on the condom... I know my brain wasn't tricking me. I wasn't drunk for heaven's sake. 

I trembled as I reached into the bathroom vanity drawer. I pulled out a box which held a Clear Blue... pregnancy test. I read the instructions with hazy eyes, and followed them carefully. 

~~~~~

I set the test on the counter to let it calibrate. 

 "Why am I shaking? It's gonna be negative... It's gonna be negative..." I tried to reassure myself.

I clasped my hands together and prayed for a negative result.

Beep

This was it. The results could mean two different things. One, I was paranoid and anxious for nothing, or two, me and Asahi's lives have changed forever. I preferred the first one very much. I love kids, but me and Asahi haven't really discussed the idea of having children. I didn't want to give him such a responsibility. And I didn't know if he'd leave me because of it.

I took a deep breath before picking it up and examining the result.

Pregnant 3 Weeks

I dropped the test in disbelief and let the tears fall. It felt like my life was coming to an end. We're only twenty one...

~~~~~

I rubbed my red eyes as waited for Asahi to step in through the door. I had been so lonely. Normally, I would try to dress nicely for my boyfriend, but I didn't feel like making an effort, especially since my morning sickness began to kick in. So I wore a t-shirt and shorts, with no makep and messy hair, which Asahi claimed to love.

I heard keys being inserted into the door. My heart rate sped up immediately. I ran to the door and waited. Asahi then stepped in through. He gave me a warm smile before setting down the f/c rose bouquet he bought me and extended his arms towards me. I giggled excitedly before rushing towards him and jumping into his embrace, wrapping my legs around his waist. He stumbled back a bit, but was quick to regain his balance and hug me back. He then began kissing all around my face. 

"I missed you so much Jagi," he smiled, before kissing my lips sweetly.

I hung onto his neck and kissed him back, letting all of my worries melt away.

 "Never leave me again please," I mumbled, pulling away and jumping off of him to examine the bouquet. "These are beautiful Sahi," I mentioned. "Thank you."

He laughed before pecking my lips as he began to scroll through his phone. "All the guys are hanging at the studio, but I told them I wanted to spend tonight with you. Unless you'd rather be alone, I-

"No! I want to be with you," I responded quickly.

"Good," he sighed. "Well, I'm going to take a shower. I'll be down to cuddle and whatever with you," he assured, setting his phone down on the kitchen counter before ascending the stairs. 

As he left, I grabbed his phone. When the lock screen lit up, it was a picture of him and I on our first date. I smiled at it before using facial recognition to unlock it. Yes, we had each other's faces saved on our phones. As I looked through his texts, I saw the Treasure group chat. Asahi really did tell them, "Sorry, won't make it tonight. I need to spend time with Y/n. I've been away too long. I'll see you guys tomorrow", to which Junkyu replied "It's fine. Go spend some time with your future wife ;)". It made me feel a bit guilty, but Asahi wanted to spend time with me, so I brushed it off.

I set it down and yawned as I ran a hand through my hair. I then decided to put on a movie and make popcorn for the two of us. I even made the couch super cozy with way too many blankets and pillows. We could make a fort honestly. 

As I waited for my boyfriend, realization hit me like a brick. How was I going to tell him we were having a baby? And how would he react? He's an idol, and a busy one at that. Is this the best thing for us? We're not even engaged. 

Asahi then walked in, his hair messy and dripping wet, wearing a t-shirt and flannel pants. It baffles me how a mortal being could be so ethereal. He smirked at my blushing face, which I failed at hiding.

He then sat beside me and patted his lap, signaling for me to sit on it. I smiled before complying. I situated myself onto his lap and leaned into his chest, pulling a blanket over us. I also grabbed the remote control and pressed play on the K-Drama I had chosen.

We shared our warmth and our hearts began to beat in sync. Then, I heard him begin to hum the melody to his song, Darari. 

"It's much better when you sing," I suggested, eyes closed.

 "Darararararari, neol bogo isseum eumagi, Babe. Neoreul wihan mellodi mellodi, yeah. Nega myujeunikka jal deureobwa, play it. Darararararari, neol bogo isseum eumagi, Babe. Neoreul wihan mellodi mellodi, yeah. Nega myujeunikka jal deureobwa, play it," he sung with his angelic voice. It almost lulled me to sleep.

I came to a conclusion. I had to tell him now. It was better for the both of us. As I thought about how I was going to say it, he noticed my breathing become heavier.

"Are you nervous about something?" he asked, leaning his head on top of mine.

As much as I tried to stop it, tears began to silently make their way down my face. He heard my sniffle and turned my body around so he could see my face. He wiped my tears with his thumbs and gave me a sympathetic look. 

"Y/n, Jagi what's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry Asahi," I cried.

He gave me a confused look. "Sorry for what? I'm confused." 

"I'm pregnant," I said, wanting to get it over with. I was scared for what was to come, so I closed my eyes and tried to escape his hold. But I reopened them when Asahi didn't let me go. Instead, I saw a happy smile on his face.

"Why are you sorry about that?" he chuckled, eyes tearing up in happiness.

"You're not angry at me?" I asked.

"Of course not! I'm going to be a dad! You're not pranking me, are you?" 

I was shocked at his reaction, but I shook my head to answer his question.  

 "How could I be angry with you? If I was, it wouldn't make sense because I did this to you technically speaking," he laughed, bringing me some comedic relief.

 "I just thought, you know, you being a busy idol and all, you'd be overwhelmed and breakup with me," I admitted, looking down.

 "Hey," he tilted my chin up. "I love you, okay? And having a baby won't change that. I know it's a big responsibility for the both of us, but I'm willing to walk with you every step of the way. It's not going to be easy, but I believe we will get through it because we have love and trust. I will never leave you," he explained, causing me to tear up. "Let's go on this new journey together, alright?" he asked, connecting our foreheads.

"Alright," I laughed, trying to hold back the tears. "I love you so much Asahi. Thank you," I said, hugging him.

He hugged back immediately, then pulled away to bring me into a loving kiss. His hands made their way down to my stomach, where they began to rub circles.

 "I can't wait to meet them," he smiled into the kiss before pulling away and getting back into our cuddling position.

 "I l.o.v.e y.o.u."

[asahicore]

treasure masterlist

park jihoon.

love calculator - f2l, brother's best friend, college au, fluff, smut (mdni) - 28.2k

You were sure that Jihoon only took care of you so well because your brother had tasked him with looking after you when you started university. You tried not to read too much into his attention towards you until you couldn’t deny your increasing sensitivity around your best friend anymore. What you didn’t know was Jihoon was going crazy, finding ways to make his feelings for you more obvious than they already were.

hamada asahi.

*sex on the beach - smut (mdni) established relationship, summer au - 14.1k

You and your boyfriend are horny multiple times during your stay with your friends at Jaehyuk's beach house. That's it. That's the plot.

so junghwan.

coffee - fluff, coffee shop au, noona!reader - ongoing [3/4]

Four seasons, four glimpses into your budding relationship with Junghwan, your cute new coworker.

ot10.

*when their crush kisses them randomly - f2l, fluff - 6.3k their favorite form of skinship - bf!treasure, fluff - 1.5k falling asleep with them - bf!treasure, fluff - 1.7k 100 kisses event - prompt masterlist

more coming soon!

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[acaiasahi]

✶ melt ; hamada asahi.

synopsis. sometimes it's hard to tell who is who when it comes to you and asahi. your love's so pure that you can't help but melt and become one.

info. comfort. fluff. hamada asahi x gn!reader [ they / them ]. 701 words.

warnings. crying, sobbing (?), grammatical + structural errors, lowercase + smaller text intended, proof-read!

[ now playing . . . ] melt by kehlani.

hamada asahi has never been one to show emotion, but you on the other hand? you were an absolute whirlwind of them.

sad, happy, anxious, ecstatic, anything.

most would see you as a beacon of light, expressions and emotions shining through. the stars could only dream of the brightness that holds within you.

this medallion-like aura swarmed you and it was intoxicating to asahi. never did he once show it though, besides the occasional small smile and heart eyes.

the two of you just... fit. it was like a match made in heaven. you were this sun-graced person, while asahi was your moon. night and day, it was too good to be true.

and as you sit there in front of the blank-faced boy with tears in your eyes, asahi swears he sees the light in you dim ever-so-slightly. weak, night sky eyes looking at him and quickly darting away as you hide your sadness from him.

he watches your gloomy form curl into itself, shielding whatever and whoever comes your way. asahi doesn't care though, his feet move quicker than his brain as he travels to you with ease.

"what happened, love?" he questions you gently, surprised that his voice is steadier than he thought it'd be. his hand lands on your back gently, rubbing in soothing circles.

your sobs grow louder, cringing away from his touch as you shake your head 'no'. you flop onto the bed, curling under the blanket as you hold your boyfriend's pillow between your arms.

it's kind of ironic how you don't want to be coddled by your lover, yet you use his pillow as your solid ground for consolation.

he sighs, scooting forward as he pulls the duvet off, giving himself a clear view of your tear-stained face. your expression is almost pained, lids closed in fear of looking your boy in his eyes.

asahi doesn't say another word, slowly shimmying under the covers and pulling you in his arms. his chin lays neatly atop your head, fingers running up and down your spine as a clear indication that he's here.

"you don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but just know that i'm here," he begins and you hear him sniffle as his hand leaves the small of your back and wipes the tears from your face. "i love you, okay? i love you so much." he says, voice quiet as a mouse so that you're the only person who can hear him despite it being the two of you in the room.

it's only now that asahi realizes how much your solar aura is too good for this universe. your view on the world that surrounds you much more lovely than his. well, that's until you entered his life.

you made him feel... lovely.

he inhales like he's nervous, "y/n, you're truly a force to be reckoned with. you are made up of love, you're brighter than the sun and i love you," he says, stopping himself as he allows his walls to crumble, tears slipping past his eyes easily.

"i love you, i love you, i love you." he repeats, protective hold getting tighter as he pulls you closer than humanly possible. your cries soon die down, breath steady as you finally decide to speak up.

"i love you too, 'sahi." you gently whisper, pulling away to look up at him. his smile is like nothing you've seen before. it's like he'd been touched by your alchemy, eyes glowing with pure love and light.

it's truly an honor to see your lover this way. so open and willing to show you such vulnerable parts of himself. you leave a peck on his chin before snuggling your head back into his chest.

he leaves a kiss right above your hairline, chin returning to the top of your head as the two of you drift to sleep.

asahi's your moon, and you're his sun. two separate beings who come together to form something beyond beauty can be described.

your hearts bond together as if you were one person and if you're being quite honest, you're not sure where he begins and where you end.

you melt into one another.

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[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. kind of a comfort fic for myself bc today hasn't been the best but i'll be okay!!!

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[alohajun]

♡ MY SAVIOR — HAMADA ASAHI

asahi x reader | wc : 1k words | content : possible grammar and spelling mistakes, lowercase intended, reader goes through (slight) panic attack, mentions of (possible) animal death, crying | loki's lines : please drive safely when it’s raining &lt;3

“how does it feel to be an independent person and not have to ask your friends for a ride anymore?”

asahi inquired through the phone, proudly smiling even though you couldn’t see him.

“sahi …” you trailed off, chuckling lightly. “it’s almost seven months since i got my license. you can stop saying all that every time i say i’m driving.” you smiled to yourself, giddy at how your boyfriend hyped you up as if it was your first time driving every time you mentioned the fact.

“i’m never gonna stop,” he retorted, feeling childish. “now, how long is it going to take you to come here? a movie and cuddles awaits.”

“i’m coming, jeez! hang up, you are distracting me,” you grumbled, frustrated as the sky was getting darker and it was hazy to see with the heavy mist. “gosh, it’s like someone turned on a fog machine in here.”

asahi let out a breath, taking a seat on his bed as he made himself comfortable. “i’ll stay on the line until you come. i won't say anything, you can pretend i’m not there.” his words earned a laugh from you, finding his deals impossible. “be careful and drive safe, my love.”

his term of endearment brought the blood to your cheeks, making you bite the insides of your cheeks in an attempt to calm yourself. like your boyfriend asked, you were as careful as you could get, slowing your speed as you drove through the shortcut lanes to avoid traffic.

asahi looked up from his book as he heard you quietly sing to yourself, something about the rain. he turned his head to the window in his dorm, straining his ears to hear the pitter patter of the rain get louder as the rainfall increased. going back to read his book, asahi held back the urge to tell you to hurry because now that he knew you were coming, he was missing you a lot more.

you were in the same state as asahi, trying to drive as quickly as you could to the dorms because your dearest boyfriend was waiting for you. but alas, the rain was doing no good. not to misunderstand, you liked the rain — in fact; you loved it at times — but only when you were in the comfort of your home; the actual home and asahi’s arms.

it was late in the evening, and you relaxed in your seat, trying to enjoy the rain as you sped up your car more on the empty road. suddenly, within the split-second you took to glance at your phone, a cat jumped to the road, startling you as you quickly hit the brakes to not hit the animal.

a strangled scream escaped your lips, scaring asahi, who was listening at the other end of the line. fearing you had hit the kitten, you froze in your seat, shaking as the rain outside fell at a faster rate, making the roads hard to see through your windshield — and your tear-filled eyes weren’t doing you good either.

“y/n? y/n! what happened?” asahi was slightly panicked, unable to figure if it was something minor or not. “hey, hey. it’s alright, just tell me. what’s wrong?” he stood from his place, grabbing his phone as soon as he heard quiet sobs come from you.

“it was too foggy and i couldn’t see, and i was so stupid because i wanted to come to the dorms as quickly as i could. and then it started raining, and i still didn’t slow down like an idiot,” you rambled, stammering terribly as you were scared. “this kitten jumped out of nowhere, and i swear, i hit the brakes, but i didn’t see it go anywhere and i’m just so scared. asahi, i hit a cat. i swear, i didn’t mean to, i was just–”

asahi was already grabbing his coat and putting on his shoes, ready to run to wherever you were. “can you tell me exactly where you are?” you could barely get the words out, too scared to see if you had hit the kitten.

as you tried to calm yourself down, tears kept streaming down your face as you were reminded of the possible corpse of the feline outside your car. “the alley behind the convenience store, right?” you were pulled out of your thoughts as you heard your boyfriend from your phone, realising he hadn't ended the call.

“yeah. don’t worry, though. just give me a minute and–”

“i see your car.” asahi sighed in relief, completely drenched in rain as he jogged towards your car, a bright smile on his face. “i see you … and also your friend.” he ended the call before you could ask what he meant.

you watched asahi stand in front of your car, crouching for a little before making his way to the passenger seat. he seemed hesitant to enter, considering he was completely soaked from the rain, but complied when you gestured him to enter.

“look.” your boyfriend held out the surprise in his hands, showing the supposed cat you had killed. “it’s very much alive. just scared. like you.” asahi smiled to himself when you let out a whispered scream, immediately reaching out for the kitten and holding it close to you.

“oh, gosh. i’m so sorry. i thought i killed you. you aren’t dead, that’s good. gosh, i hate you so much,” you grumbled, turning on the heater in your car since your boyfriend and kitten-friend were shivering. “you gave me a near heart attack. you and i could’ve died tonight because of your actions, you know?” you nagged, not knowing whether to strangle the kitten or cuddle with it.

you looked at the kitten falling asleep in your arms before shifting your gaze to asahi. he was looking at you with a fond smile on his face, reaching out with his hand to wipe away the remaining tears on your face.

“you okay now?” he softly asked, making you nod in reply. “you had me worried when you were crying, you know?” asahi chuckled as you pouted, knowing he was going to tease you for weeks.

“thank you for coming, sahi,” you spoke, leaning forward to kiss his cheek. “i really mean it.”

“it was no problem, angel.” asahi smiled, placing a kiss on your forehead as his thumb caressed your cheek. “i’m always here for you whenever you need me.”

“you are my savior, asahi. i don’t know what i’d have done without you.”

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when you come home | asahi

pairing: hamada asahi x reader (f)

word count: 2.4k

genre: fluff, angst (?)

warnings: i don't think there's any warning...

synopsis:  the more you try, the less you understand asahi. will he ever like you the way you liked him?

author’s note: it's been a long long time and i'm sorry :(... this is a short one, but i hope you like it <3 (also my first language is not english, so there might be some mistakes~)

A social butterfly, this is how everyone would define you ever since you were a little child. It's not like you were an attention seeker or anything, you just loved to understand how every single person differs from each other, from the way they talk to their tiny mannerisms, how they walk around and how they make decisions. It was fascinating.

When you graduated from high school, you decided to study psychology. You moved to a big apartment next to your university in Seoul, and to make it more fun, you opened the doors for roommates. In that way you could meet a lot of different people while they helped you pay for the expenses.

From the time you moved on, you had a bunch of different roommates: girls, boys, non-binary, you really felt conected and amused by all of them, everything was fine and smooth until a new boy started to live with you.

His name was Hamada Asahi. A really, really handsome japanese boy. The type of person who caught everyone’s eyes as soon as they stepped in the room. It’s cliché, but you think he looked like a shoujo manga character who escaped to the real world. But this is not about his beauty. What had truly intrigued you about this boy was the fact that, unlike every other person you knew, you couldn't understand him.

It was a habit of yours. You liked to predict what your friends would do, what they were about to say or act. However, when it comes to Hamada, you just got it wrong every single time, even after months living with him.

It infuriated you, but somehow made you feel more and more interested in him.

So it didn't take you so long to realize you had developed feelings for him… romantically.

That was not the first time you felt attracted to someone, you dated plenty of people before, but none of your previous boyfriends were Asahi. You could read them, you knew how to talk to them and you knew if they liked you back, but you couldn't tell if Asahi had even a little spark for you and that uncertainty was killing you inside. To make it worse, after the end of the year, the other two roommates you shared the apartment with graduated from college and only you and Asahi remained. There was nowhere to hide anymore, soon or later he would get to know about your crush.

It was a rainy Sunday when you decided to tell him your feelings. You did not care if he was going to reciprocate, you just felt like he had to know and you were not planning to stop yourself, even if deep inside you still wished you had a little idea if there was a possibility of him liking you back before you said it. Suddenly an idea came into your mind: If you could not read him, why don’t you make Asahi tell you himself? All you had to do was ask him… indirectly.

"Hey." You coughed, staring at Asahi from the other side of the table. You had cooked something he liked, so maybe he would be happier and more considerative about your future confession. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." He mumbled.

"H-How do I know if a boy is interested in me?" You asked, expecting the boy to be surprised about your sudden question, but you knew you were wrong.

"Hum… That's complex." Asahi said, scratching the back of his neck. "I think every single person is different from each other, but usually when a boy likes someone, he just wants to be with this person all the time, so he must give you lots of attention."

Lots of attention? That was definitely not how Asahi treated you.

"Oh… A-are you sure?" You stuttered.

“I think so.”

So that was it, your hopes were massacred. He probably had no feelings or romantic intentions towards you, but you promised to yourself that you would get this knot out your throat.

“Asahi, listen-”

“-Y/N.” He unintentionally interrupted you. “Sorry, you can continue.”

“No- it 's fine. Keep going.”

“Oh, well, my mother bought me a ticket to fly back to Japan.” He said.

“Wait? What? You’re leaving?”

“No, no! It will be only for a couple of weeks.” He explained, making you feel way more relaxed. “But I was thinking about paying you for the next month's rent in advance. Is it okay?”

“Oh... of course. Yeah, of course.” You nodded, giving him a light smile.

“So, what were you saying?”

“I… Was saying that I…” You looked down. “I still have no clue if we'll be able to find new roommates. I have announced it online, but no one has contacted me yet." You gave up. That was not the right time for a confession. "I'm afraid we'll have to move for a smaller apartment."

He listened to you while he salted his food.

"I wouldn't mind moving to a smaller place with you."

You blinked, his response caught you unexpectedly. "You wouldn't?"

"We live comfortably together, don't we?" He said casually, while taking a bite of his food.

"Y-yes, we do."

You know the phrase 'I wouldn't mind moving to a smaller place with you.' did not mean 'Let's get married.', but that's exactly how you absorbed it. And now you couldn't get it out of your head. It was always like this. When you think you got the right answer, he says something that contradicts himself and confuses the shit out of you once again.

He went to Osaka the next week, leaving an envelope with money and the keys to his room. That was probably the moment you felt the loneliest since you moved to Seoul. You had no one to see and talk to, meeting your friends face to face became more difficult because of adulthood.

You never noticed how empty the house could be when he’s not around. Asahi is not one of the talkatives and loud ones. He liked to read books, discuss music and take photographs of people, especially people like you, who loved to show themselves to the world.

You remember turning on the radio and dancing around the living room as he walked around you with his camera lenses, almost like you were dancing together.

"You should drop this camera and actually dance with me! Don't you like this song? I think I heard you singing it before!" You said.

"Maybe later." He said, focusing on you through the viewfinder. "Just keep doing it. The photos are great."

You turned around and jumped over the mat. Smiling broadly as you sang the lyrics.

"You know what? Forget what I said."

"Hum?! Why?" He asked, moving his camera away.

You stopped yourself for a little to face him. "I can't assume you wanna do something just because I like doing it. This is who you are! You like to take pictures and I like to dance! I don't wanna be a brat."

Asahi looked down and gave you a side smile. He placed his camera over the table and, for your surprise, started to spontaneously move along the beat, taking a few steps towards you as he funnily danced like a robot. You laughed out loud, because this was a side of Asahi you had never seen.

“You’re not a brat. Please, don't ever say that again...”

You couldn't believe this was the same introverted boy who struggled to ask you if there was a free room in your apartment. He was smiling and being the weirdest version of himself and that made you genuinely happy.

You didn't know exactly when you fell in love with him, but if you were to pick one moment, you would choose this one.

Back to the present, the sky in your city was cloudy and gray. You hated days like this, for you it was a warning for thunderstorms, and you were right after all, because soon enough a storm started to fall. You wrapped yourself in your blanket and made a mug of hot chocolate. There was nothing interesting airing on TV. It was a boring and tedious day, just like every other day since Asahi left.

Two weeks had passed since he flew back to Osaka, fourteen days without any texts or news from him. You wondered if he had arrived safely and if he was having a good time with his family, but mostly, if he was thinking about you as much as you were thinking about him.

As you were about to fall asleep, your doorbell rang unexpectedly. It was late at night, so you got concerned, but you looked through the peephole, just to find your roommate standing there completely covered in rain.

“Asahi?” You opened the door as fast as you could.

“Hey…” He smiled warmly.

"Oh my Jesus, what happened to you?" You asked, pushing him inside. "Why are you back?"

"I missed home."

"Asahi, you're freezing!" You hardly paid any attention to what he said because of how worried you were. you never saw it that way.

"I bought gifts."

"You should have stayed at some hotel!" You said. Asahi was a meticulous person, he would never go out in the middle of the storm and so late at night. “Did you eat?”

"No but-"

"Go clean yourself, okay? I'll prepare something to warm you up." You ordered. "Go!"

Once again, Asahi made no sense. He spent weeks ignoring you, making you feel like he never even thought about you while he was away, just to return out of nowhere saying he missed home. If he missed home, why didn’t he call you? Does he love his room that much? Because it surely seems like he liked the building more than he liked you.

“I’m sorry I forgot to say I was coming back.” He laid over the kitchen door when he was done showering. He looked so beautiful and you hated how you coundn't get mad at him.

"Here's your food."

You felt stupid for making him food when he treated you like that, but as always, your empathy was too strong to leave him hungry.

He looked down at the single plate over the table. "You're not eating?"

"Already did." You brushed over him. You didn't dare to look at his face.

Believe it or not Asahi knew you more than he showed, so in the moment he saw you dismissing food and avoiding his gaze, he was sure you were mad at him. But why would you? The boy asked to himself. He didn't remember doing anything wrong. He was with his family and then he came back. Maybe Jaehyuk spilled his embarrassing secrets to you or maybe you found out he broke the dishwasher. There was no other reason you would be acting like this. You were not the angry type, you were the nice and funny type.

"I broke the dishwasher." He popped by your side in the living room. Asahi thought it would be better if he confessed that he broke it, so he could look innocent in your eyes.

You blinked twice as you looked away from the window to stare at him. "It was you?"

"You didn't know?"

"No."

"Oh…" His brain went blank, he wasn't sure what to do in that awkward situation.

Asahi sat by your side. The storm was still going on and you watched it quietly, even if you felt scared. He remembered one time you were so anxious that you asked if you could sleep in his room.

"What are you doing?"

"Uhm?"

"Why are you sitting with me?"

"Sorry." He got up. "I know you're scared of storms… I was just making sure you-"

"I'm okay, Asahi. You don't have to act like you care." You said it, but how could he not care when you're jumping with every thunder lighting.

"Act? Why would you think that?”

"I think that’s pretty obvious since all you've done since you went to Japan was ignoring my texts.” You finally got up to look at him. “Well, I don't like hiding stuff and I've been planning to tell you this for a while, so..." It took you a deep breath to say the following words. "Asahi, I have feelings for you. I know it's platonic, but I hate secrets and hiding it’s suffocating me, but I couldn't find the right time so... I just wanna make it clear for now."

"Y-You…. like me?" He asked.

"Yes… but please, don't reject me. I know you don't like me back, but if you say it out loud I will get more hurt than I already am."

Asahi couldn't believe in how stupid you were. How could you not see how in love he was with you, how nervous you make him feel and how he always avoided your gaze trying not to blush? He thought he was being obvious. However, he was sure to himself that you would never think about him that way, cause you were just so nice and supportive of everyone. Well… After all, both of you were stupid. Hesitantly, the boy took a step forward and held your neck, pressing a kiss on your lips. It was light and fast, but enough to take your breath away.

How could he do this again? How come he could mess you up when you least expect it? Even when you thought you had the answer he was there to prove you wrong again.

"What…. Was…. That?" You spoke, feeling like your face was thrown on fire. "How can you kiss me all of sudden as if it's nothing?"

"It’s not nothing. I'm actually shaking inside." He chuckled..

"Wait… Does it mean… you're not rejecting me?"

“Y/N, my phone is broken… That’s why I couldn't answer your texts.”

“Oh.”

“See... My mom wanted me to stay in Japan. She said it would be better if I lived in my own country and in my own home." He reached your hand. "But I came back because I’m already home… with you."

“I- I thought you didn’t- I figured... I don’t know what to say…” You were embarrassed by yourself.

“Maybe you should stop trying to figure things out by yourself. You can always talk to me. Well not texting since I haven't fixed my phone yet.” He giggled.

Something about the way Asahi talked felt heartwarming to you. He was right. You didn’t have to know everything about everyone. Maybe that’s what you liked about him, he surprised you and everyday you discovered something new. You were feeling so happy with his hand holding yours.

"I still couldn't find new roommates." You added.

"Good. Let's move to a smaller place then."