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plutoenjoyer · 1 month ago

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jooyeon — randomly biting him

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genre: fluff tags: drabble, female reader, biting, lots of playful teasing, cuddling, body kisses, established relationship

jooyeon did not sign up to have a teething puppy for a girlfriend but alas, he puts up with you randomly biting him because he loves you. you keep doing it because his reactions are always entertaining, so maybe he should figure out how to keep a straight face (skill issue).

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while gaming

the idea pops into your head one day and you can't stop thinking about it. you know yourself to be very kind and caring towards your boyfriend, but you love to (playfully) mess with him even more. eventually, after pretty much no debate with yourself (really, not even a 'hmm, maybe he's busy') you give into your curiosity as you watch jooyeon gaming. he's extremely focused on the screen, playing some sort of fast paced flashing confusion of a game. this would be the optimal time to strike. your lips are contorted into the most mischievous smile yet, trying not to laugh as you approach him from behind. it seems he's doing poorly because he keeps clicking his tongue and mumbling to himself. he doesn't even notice you looming over and eyeing his very beautiful, very exposed neck (he's wearing his favorite t-shirt, once again). you may have ulterior motives other than just messing with him, but that's a story for another day. of course, you don't want to really upset him so you wait until he's in a loading screen to do it. quickly you lean down, and sink your teeth into the muscle in the curve of his neck and shoulder—gentle but firm, not enough to hurt him but enough to cause a mild and hilarious discomfort, much to your amusement. he shrieks and turns to look at you in both fear and maybe a little bit of lust? you wouldn't put it past him to be a freak like that, but it's hard to tell from how you immediately start uncontrollably snickering at his surprised yelp, so much so that you can't focus on the light blush dusting his features.

"what the— i— huh?" he looks at you in horror, a band clasped up to his neck where there's now a very light mark of red on his skin. he doesn't notice the game is starting on the screen behind him.

"babe...? ...hey? babe?" an utterly confused remark. you can feel yourself getting addicted already.

you say nothing as you walk away, shooting him a thumbs up with a signature stupid grin, and go back to whatever menial task you were up to while waiting for him to be done.

getting ready

this time he's brushing his teeth. usually when you two wake up, way, way past noon on the days you have off, you'll get ready for the day together in the tiny, shared bathroom of his dorm. he's still not expecting or nor knows to look out for your attack. his mouth is full of foamy toothpaste when you decide, on a whim, that you really want to feel the skin of his shoulder between your teeth all of a sudden. and so you do, having already finished brushing your teeth because you're not a sleepyhead like him at one pm. you try to keep the same pressure as last time as to not hurt him. yet again, he yelps and you find it incredibly amusing, and also extremely cute. you handle yourself better this time, making it a point to be extra cheeky about it by not having a large reaction, though it's hard not to let a grin slip. this time he shoots you the most adorable pout coupled with a furrowed brow—it's hard to scold someone when your mouth is filled with toothpaste. it looks like he's starting to understand this will be a reoccurring thing.

"what?" you muster your most nonchalant voice as you pick up your moisturizer and start to lather your face, completely unfazed as if nothing had interrupted his brushing.

he quickly finishes up and washes out his mouth. he looks you dead in the eye. "you will pay for this."

without missing a beat, you reply, "i have no idea what you might mean?"

he rolls his eyes with a scoff, trying not to laugh at your antics though you both know he thinks you're adorable.

sitting together

you're sitting next to him in the practice room. he's fiddling with his bass and the new little gadgets he's gotten for himself that changes the sound—you're no expert, but you love to watch him be so animated and excited over his love of music. you love it so much so that the cuteness aggression once again bubbles up in your chest and you have the urge to bite him. you go quiet all of a sudden and this time he knows.

"aaaah-ah-ah. i know exactly what you're thinking." it's like he's scolding an energetic puppy. "you will not catch me off guard this time. i'm prepared."

you frown at him, a little displeased that he knows your tells now. you didn't think it was that obvious considering how many times he didn't see it coming. but you utilize this to your advantage, seeming more genuinely confused as you try to convince him that you're innocent. "hm? what are you talking about?"

he gives you a look like he can't decide whether he wants to play along and just let you do it or press further and win on a self-satisfying level. he purses his lips, thinks for a bit, even grumbles to himself. you can see the underlying thought process of his mind just from the way his face contorts. it's like he's asking himself what would be the more amusing option. if you were literally anyone else he would have fought for his pride and honor like the true maknae he is but he loves you to the point where he'll just let you win. you both are truly two peas in a pod.

after a moments pause, he goes, "...it's nothing. but, oh man, my poor cold exposed neck is so cold and exposed to the weather right now! so cold and so out in the open. i hope nothing bad happens!"

you laugh so hard you feel your stomach cramping. he starts cackling too, literal snorts of laughter, and he playfully smacks your arm. "c'mon, i'm doing this for you—"

before he can finish his sentence you're already launching yourself at him. you can't help it. this man has your whole heart. you give him a huge kiss on the cheek, then on his mouth, and lightly nip at the skin of his top lip. he's even caught off guard by that, you wonder if you'll ever get tired of seeing him surprised. but eventually he eases into it, holding his bass away from him so he can be closer and kiss you easier. you're both laughing into each other's lips. it's perfect.

it takes a whole makeup wipe to get off all the lipgloss from his cheeks and nose and forehead. you might have gotten carried away.

trying to nap

biting him has become a sign of affection for you now. you're both cuddling in bed, napping after a long day of hard work. this time around, you're wrapped up in his arms with your face close to his chest. if you turn your head, you can get a perfect angle of his forearm... maybe you're a little tired, or maybe you want to signal something much more affectionate, but you bite him very gently on his bicep, kissing the area right after. he doesn't complain or retaliate, instead there's just a slightly amused exhale from his nose, the kind that someone does when they're too tired to react in full. you snuggle further into his chest afterwards.

"why do you do this?" his voice is groggy and raspy, but you can hear the smile in his voice.

"because you're funny. you're cute, too, but mostly funny."

he let's out a playfully annoyed noise, one that signals that he's accepted his fate as your boyfriend and squeaky toy, before asking, "do i at least taste good?"

"hmm," you muse while thinking of your next response, "nah, too salty."

he laughs at that. "too salty?" there's a pause, as if he has to choose his words carefully, "what can i do to get sweeter?"

you start to laugh, too, because that's so cringe. but you play along anyway, "oh? get sweeter? it's almost like you want me to bite you. did you discover something new about yourself?"

"so you admit to biting me!"

damn, he got you there. you scrunch your nose at that, not saying a word because you don't want to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging it after how long you've committed to acting unaware.

you choose to deflect, "whatever! i think you secretly enjoy it anyway!"

"nuh uh."

"you so do."

"and what makes you think that?"

you don't want to explain that you've been paying attention to how his face gets a little red and how his pupils get just a little blown out whenever you do so. he unknowingly will give you such an entranced look for just a split second until he goes back to remembering he's supposed to be annoyed with you about it. and you don't want to explain how much that makes you want to bite him more.

"i just think you do."

he studies you face, trying to piece together what you may be thinking about so deeply when it would be much more common for you to come back at him with a snippy retort rather than such a mild response.

"okay, then do it again and see how i react."

your heart starts to beat faster. is that a challenge? a threat? a promise of something more?

you look into his eyes. they're beautiful and deep dark brown. you can barely look away as you shift to gently push him down on the shoulders and position yourself over him. he seems to enjoy watching you take the lead, especially when your face is the one flushed and slightly embarassed at his provocation.

wordlessly, you bring your lips down to his jawline and pepper kisses along his neck. you feel the way his breathing hitches with every subtle ghosting of your lips and every slight breath that tickles his skin—it leaves you absolutely captivated. all that exists is this moment.

you finally bring your teeth down into that same swoop of his neck and shoulders just like that first time, but it's so much different now. the sweetest that you've ever tasted.

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