#but oooh the intimacy of that moment and those few words will never not hit me like a train!

[chelleisamazing]

"I can't believe how wrong I was about you 😞"

"Most people are 🥺"

Not me full-on crying watching a sex scene I've already seen like 128 times..

[jinjikook]

Pretty in Pink (M)

🎃 word count: 1.2k

🎃 genre: mild smut (mostly suggestive) ; domestic au

🎃 pairing: reader/jeonghan

🎃 warning(s)/kink(s): lingerie, spanking, suggestive scenes

🎃 summary: as a good girlfriend, you felt the need to ease the stress of your hardworking boyfriend by wearing what he loved to see you in most: lace.

🎃 requested by: trysexual22 - “Hey I wanna request some Jeonghan from SEVENTEEN with long hair, who has a kink for seeing his girl in lace/lingerie with spanking? Like he ties his hair up when shits about to get serious ??? Oooh that would be hot af ”

🎃 music: don’t stop - blackbear 

🎃 masterlist + kinktober 2017

Jeonghan was a man of simple tastes.

He liked vanilla ice cream and days at the beach; not too picky or particular on what goes on his burgers and he didn’t mind overcast weather.

He also had quite a thing for lace.

Specifically, you in said lace.

It’s why you’d constantly kept your small collection of lingerie ever expanding, in hopes to always please your loving boyfriend. If any of the “performances” after seeing you in those outfits were anything to go by, you’d say he liked it—Hell, you’d go as far to say he loved it.

Today was no different, a new set fresh from the store and still unseen by your significant other. He had called earlier, clearly stressed from his nine-to-five day job, something about his coworker screwing up the numbers and setting them back just before a big deadline.

You worried what this entailed, feeling like it meant that Jeonghan wasn’t going to be home on time, or home at all if he pulled an all-nighter at the office like he has in the past. But he’d mentioned that his boss gave him some slack and let him go home late tonight, as long as he’d come in early to try and fix the mistakes in time.

This all meant that Jeonghan was no doubt fuming, exhausted and running on little to no sleep; probably with a few too many caffeinated drinks in his bloodstream being the only thing keeping his eyes open. This also meant that it was your duty to put a smile back on his face, or at least make the night a little less shitty for him.

So you made dinner—his favorite—and dressed up in a pretty set of baby pink lace lingerie to surprise him with when you disrobed later on, after he’s settled into bed and the most desperate for intimacy.

When the door clicked shut, you felt like an actress on set: ready to play your role.

“Honey, something smells amazing,” Jeonghan stepped into the house, toeing off his shoes with a loud clatter by the door. When he rounded the corner, the lavender haired man was met with your soft smile and dinner all laid out, ready for him to devour.

“Wow, all this for me? Baby, I can’t believe one little call made all this happen…” He was impressed and astounded, moving quick to give you a long kiss just to show just how much he appreciated the gesture. His tongue was lazy and slow, a testament to just how tired he was. You hoped he still had a little bit of fire in his veins for later, if to at least properly enjoy the small little bit of effort you had put in to make the entire night worthwhile.

He ate faster than he kissed, shoveling spoonful after spoonful into his mouth as if you were going to take it away from him at any moment. You stifled a laugh at his enthusiasm, knowing full and well that it wasn’t your best dish but it clearly was enough for Jeonghan based on his ability to clear his plate so quick.

“Amazing, I would never expect any less from you.” Jeonghan hummed appreciatively and rose to help you clear the table, washing dishes with his sleeves rolled up. Water splashed occasionally onto the crisp white fabric, darkening it in spots and splotches. You took a moment of vulnerability to ball up some suds and blow them at him, giggling loudly at how he sputtered.

“You got soap in my mouth!” He spit out the non-existent bubbles that he swore were still on his tongue and you batted away as he tried to retaliate with wet hands that only served to make the floor wet and slippery. “Don’t think you won’t pay for that later!” He called out to you as you ran for cover somewhere in the living room of your cozy apartment.

You muffled your laughter into the sleeve of your sweater, listening intently to the sound of the faucet being turned off and Jeonghan sarcastically grumbling about how you “left him with all the work”. Rolling your eyes at his bland humor, you watched his shadowed figure make its way to the bedroom.

Time to move your final pawn into place.

Jeonghan groaned as he stretched, the material of his now damp dress shirt pulling taut with the movement. You slinked into the room, as silently as possible while he sat on the edge of the bed and ran a hair through his lovely locks.

His hair was sort of a unique piece of him; something that just seemed to set him apart from the others while simultaneously making him that much more irresistible to you.

With ease, you pulled off the oversized sweater and pulled the drawstring loose on the baggy shorts you’d worn underneath. They both dropped with a muffled thump, Jeonghan turning to see what made the noise.

When he’d laid eyes on you in the aforementioned ensemble, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“Something new to ease your stress,” You began, giving him a moment to take it all in. “Do you like it?”

He nodded numbly, eyes glued to the contours of your body being hugged so well by the sweet pink lace. Every stitch, seam and detail seemed to fit your curves in a way that made Jeonghan weak at the knees.

“You really need to loosen up, love.” You approached your boyfriend with a swing and sway of your hips, sitting next to him and rubbing at his tensed up shoulders. “Maybe you just need to let all that frustration out—I wonder how?” You teased, Jeonghan’s eyes already lighting up as he imagined all the things he’d like to do.

With a lick of his lips, he positioned you over his lap, ass high. Jeonghan tugged a black hair elastic off his wrist and began to secure his long, purple locks into a loose ponytail—there was no way he was missing any of this.

Jeonghan let his hands wander, traveling down your body appreciatively before landing onto your lower back and easing down to your rear. It was only seconds of his soft, tentative touches before he landed his first hard blow, making you jerk forward and whimper.

He followed suit with two more spanks on alternating cheeks, making your skin bloom in painful bursts with each hit.

You hissed as he rubbed on the stinging marks on your ass before he licked the palm of his hand, returning to spank you twice as hard. It served to make you squirm and writhe in his hold—though you weren’t sure if it was because you wanted to get away from his hands or have them on you more.

Once he was satisfied with how sore he’d made your bottom, Jeonghan pulled you up and brought you into a messy kiss, tangling his hands into your hair. He seated you onto his lap but the sensation had made you hiss again at the contact and jump up to pull away from the touch on your bottom.

“Looks like we’re gonna have to find a way to finish the night off without hurting this pretty little ass of yours anymore.” Jeonghan smiled a salacious grin and threw you onto the mattress, undoing his solid black tie and beginning to unbutton his dress shirt, already feeling energy returning to him tenfold.

He proved to have plenty of fire left in him for the remainder of the night, and part of the morning too.