#fuck SM for springing this on us 2 WEEKS before release date

[chicorystreetcoffee]

i have pre-ordered kyungsoo's upcoming album 😌

[guardianofjunmyeon]

I’ve Got You (part 16)

Pairing: Jongdae x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Canon AU, Smut

Description: You work for SM as it’s public relations specialist, and Jongdae is one client that you have to deal with far too often. Sometimes though, he isn’t all that bad.

A/N: I promised smut, and here it is (kind of? not all the way tho lmao, but look at that gif hes so cute im crying blood)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Part 16, Part 17, Part 18, Part 19, Part 20, Part 21.

You’re pulled into the room silently, and it’s as if a switch is flipped inside of you. All coherent thought flies out of your mind, and you forget all about the things you know need to be addressed. Things that…are fairly serious and should be talked about with clear minds.

But they can wait. You just want to kiss him first.

The click of the door behind you snaps awake the longing that you’d pushed down since being around him this morning.

You shove him against the wall and roughly latch your lips to his, cutting off any greeting that he might have wanted to say, trying to express your urgency without words. Although taken back at first, he quickly kisses back with just as much resolve.

It feels good knowing you make him feel just as hopeless as he does to you.

The desperation in his actions coaxes a wanton moan from your mouth right into his. The sound seems to cause a sudden pause in his wandering hands as they find themselves on your jean clad ass.

He squeezes softly and swipes his tongue against your top lip. You press closer to him. “Jongdae.” His name comes out as a whisper. Thick with need and impatience. He hums before licking a stripe along the underside of your jaw that all but has your knees shaking.  Wait. Didn’t you come in here for something? “Wait, Jongdae wait.”

His lips stall on the skin of your neck and you feel him breath heavily, but he doesn’t pull back up. “Yes?” his voice is low and, fuck, it’s doing things to you that are making it a thousand times harder to think.

“I needed to tell you something,” you’re able to murmur through the light kisses he’d begun placing along your neck once again.

“Can it wait?” his breath puffs against your skin as he drifts back up and presses a soft kiss against your lips. “I’ve been waiting all week to see you, just…can the talking wait?” he asks quietly, eyes piercing into yours with unrestrained want.

Without thinking, you nod.

“Good,” he sighs happily.

His hands drag up your sides and burn a path as they run beneath your shirt against your skin. The shiver it elicits makes him laugh against your lips. Your positions switch as he turns you around and presses your back against the wall where he once was. You grunt at the collision but the sound is swallowed once his lips move to suck on your lower lip. His hips roll against you and your body responds eagerly, leg lifting to hook around his hip so you can feel him more directly.

He drops his head to the crook of your neck and moans, sending waves of anticipation through your body. You grip his hair tightly and try to grind against him as best you can with your god damned jeans.

Why are you still wearing your fucking clothes?!

Pulling your fingers away from his scalp and pushing him back marginally you try to get his attention on your words. His eyes are hooded when you capture them. “Clothes.”

He nods along with the statement, or maybe it was a command, and pulls his own shirt over his head while you pull your string bag off your shoulders and drop it at your side. His fingers grip at the hem of your shirt and you allow him to yank the shirt above your head. The air conditioning in the room hits your heated skin and goosebumps arise. Not giving your mind enough time to dwell on the sensation, you drop to your knees and link your fingers through the loops of his pants.

You feel him tense beneath your fingers as they run across this happy trail. Leaving lingering kisses along his abdomen, you make slow work of unzipping and slipping his pants down. He’s restraining himself poorly, having shallowly thrusted against the air at your touches.

The strained “please,” you hear from above you signals another wave of excitement to run through your body. As soon as his jeans hit the floor, he kicks them off. You press the palm of your hand against the growing wet spot on his grey briefs. Leisurely, you drag you hand up and down the clothed heat of his length.

“What do you want Jongdae?” you purr, blinking up at him with a smirk that is anything but innocent. His groan comes from somewhere low in his throat, and the way his eyes flutter closed at the slight pressure you add to your stroking does nothing to slow the dampening of the underwear between your legs.

“I want…ungh fuck, fuck I-”

Your nails drag along the fabric and he shudders beneath your touch. “I can’t do anything unless you tell me what you want,” you murmur, lips connecting with skin as you take the band of his briefs and pull them down agonizingly slow. His cock springs free and hits your cheek leaving a streak of precum in its wake. His moan is louder this time.

“Suck me,” he grunts, hips canting forward to match his words.

Your hand wraps around his cock and you savor the feeling of it twitching at your touch before wrapping your lips around the painfully red tip of his dick. His (barely there in the first place) control vanishes as one hand hits the wall above you and the other curls tightly in your hair.

Swipes along the underside of his cock gets the best reactions out of him, long groans that you could get off to alone. You moan against his length and give him full reign to fuck your mouth as you do your best to slacken your jaw and drag your tongue against him when you can while simultaneously trying not to gag too violently and cry.

He pulls away from you without warning and a long string of saliva connecting your mouth to his dick falls. You swallow and look up in confusion. “I don’t want to come, not that way,” he pants. It looks painful, how hard he is, and you don’t what to think about the fact that he was able to pull away. You stand up to meet his eyes and you can tell he can see your own chest rising and falling in anticipation.

“Do you have any condoms?”

“Aren’t you on the pill?” he asks, trapping you between his arms and pressing against your clothed mound.

“Yes but I don’t want to risk it,” he kisses your collarbone and you sigh. “I can’t go off and buy a morning after pill without pulling suspicion to myself,” you explain. You’re proud that you can still think with him rubbing against you. He groans in frustration. You’re not risking an unwanted pregnancy because of temporary lapse in judgement.

You might not be able to fuck, but you can do other things.

Taking the initiative, you push him backwards to his bed. “I guess we’ll have to do without.” He watches as you unclasp your bra and step out of your ruined underwear (which sucks because you really liked that pair) before crawling over him and settling your soaking heat on his thigh. A whimper slips from you and you breathe deeply to control yourself.

“What are you-”

“Shut up, and let me do something,” you murmur, rolling your hips against his thigh. God, you’ve wanted to do this for a while now, but you never knew how to ask. You wrap you hand around him and try to pump while coating the expanse of his thigh in your wetness.

His hand wraps around yours to assist in stroking his length. You can’t seem to pay enough attention to both yourself and him, so you let him take charge of moving your hand over his cock and you focus on shamelessly humping his leg. Eyes closed as you chase the release that’s right there just out of reach, you moan pathetically. His thigh twitches beneath you as he nears his own, and his choked moan is what gives you just enough to push you head first into your climax.

The spasms of your body are followed closely by the feeling of his muscles tensing and twitching below you as his stomach and your intertwined hands are covered in Jongdae’s cum.

Once you find the ability to open your eyes again, you’re both panting and Jongdae is looking at you with wide, awed and heavy emotion-filled eyes. “That was so hot.”

You can do nothing but laugh.

His arms reach up to pull you flush against his chest and you groan as the feeling of his cooling cum sliding between your bodies. “Jongdae!”

“Shut it, just give me a minute to hold you. We can wash up in a minute,” his voice is laced with an amount of affection that makes your body tingle happily, and you give in to the request easily. Melting into his touch, not caring about the mess of fluids on both of your skin.

One shared shower full of cleaning and innocent kisses later, you towel off and settle on his bed while he pulls on a new outfit. He slips a shirt from his suitcase over your head and offers you some ill-fitting shorts.

He wraps his arms around you and leans his head on your shoulder. “We should see a show on Broadway.”

A Broadway date? It actually sounds really nice. “We should…” you agree. Biting your lip nervously, you turn around in his arms so that you can face him. “…but we have some things to talk about first.”

He blinks innocently but finally nods. “Okay…what about?”

“Jongin knows,” you start bluntly. No point in beating around the bush. “He knows about us.”

His expression doesn’t change. “Okay?”

“Okay? Really that’s all you have to say? Is this not a problem?” you feel unsettled by his nonchalance. He pulls you closer and shakes his head with a sly smirk playing across his lips.

“Nope,” he murmurs, breath ghosting against your lips. You frown and pull back before he can try and distract you with kisses. Knowing you’ve seen through his plan, he sighs. “I’m not worried because he won’t tell anyone, and Junmyeon hyung also knows so he’ll make sure it doesn’t get out.”

You gasp. “You told Junmyeon!?”

“No, he just…figured it out,” he shrugs noncommittally and smiles playfully leaning back to peck your lips. “I did accidentally tell Minseok hyung though,” he adds. You splutter and he laughs before running his hands gently across your skin.

Not that you don’t like it, but he’s acting awfully affectionate. The light kisses and lingering touches within the span of the 20 minutes since you both decided to start moving around the room again is suspicious.

Suspicious, and you have a feeling you know the reason behind it.

“What is up with you? Why are you acting so…” you wiggle your fingers around and lose you train of thought at the need to run your thumb across the bottom of his lip. His lips part unconsciously.

His eyebrow ticks up with the beginning of a wide grin breaking out, and you know the answer isn’t going to be good. Or at least…not something you’re ready to hear him utter. “What? Can I not kiss my girlfriend who lov-” your hand smacks over his mouth. You can’t bear to hear him tease you.

“Don’t! Don’t…” you exhale and he watches you closely. Your explanation tumbles off your tongue in shaky syllables as you try to make it seem like less of a big deal. “I wasn’t thinking when I said that, and I really hoped you hadn’t heard me. I was just distracted and it really didn’t mean-” the words fade as he wordlessly slides your hand down and settles it on his chest right above his heart. It’s beating as hard as your own.

“I love you.” Your eyes widen at his words and at the way his heart pounds just a bit harder beneath your palm. You swallow at the intensity in his eyes, and it gets far too hard to breathe and holy shit he didn’t actually just- “I’m in love with you,” he repeats just as serious as the first time. “I love you. Or…I love you too. I don’t know. I want you to know that I mean what I’m saying, so I’m letting myself- I’m giving you my heart to feel so you can feel that I mean this. I want you to know how hard my heart beats around you. Every time without fail.

“If you meant it…what you said on the phone, and even if you didn’t, it doesn’t change how I feel. I’m…irrevocably in love…with you.” he whispers the last of his words and keeps his eyes on your own.

You expect a change in them. For it to look different from the looks he’d given you before, but it doesn’t. It’s the same…exact look. The one he gave you hundreds of times over the months you found yourself involved with him. In times even before you’d even realized you liked him.

It’s the same look, but now you have the words to describe it.

Love.

You want to cry. No, you don’t. You want to run out of the room and fly on a plane back to Seoul and hide in your bed for the rest of your life in giddy solitude because he loves you and this isn’t a dream. It can’t be because you feel his heart beneath your palm beating fast and steady as he looks at you with that look that promises to learn your secrets, and unravel your heart so that he can make a home within it.

“I-” why won’t your tongue work? In all the times you’d had to talk, it never failed you. When you need it most, it decides to go on vacation. You blink back tears. Push back fears and worry. You just want to enjoy this. Enjoy feeling so high and happy that it feels like your own heart might pop out of your chest if you let it.

His nervous laugh pulls you to earth for a moment and you clench your hand around the shirt covering his heart. “Did…you mean it?” he asks a bit breathless.

A whimper. That’s what you give him. A sad whimper that quickly turns into you mushing your lips against his repeatedly. Hard enough that you might bruise them if you keep it up. “Yes,” you whimper. You nod your head vigorously. “Yes, I meant it. I love you too Jongdae.”

He brightens and exhales so hard that he slumps over. His hand squeezes yours. “Thank god, I felt like I was going to die waiting for you to say something,” he admits. He laughs then, and you want to do nothing except hug him tightly and never let him go.

You throw yourself on top of him and try to do just that.