~fangirl daydreams~

Black Suit should always be accompanied by fireworks

I both hate and love this move

these moves however, I do not hate

happy lil bouncy spin thing

that hair flip tho

originally I only meant to gif this but I got carried away again oh no how awful

I am completely normal about this performance

every Black Suit performance requires these fireworks

this. this is why the smut gets written.

I love that li'l spin what can I say

good god these are glorious thank you Korea thank you Taipei thank you SM for putting these two together thank you D&E's parents for letting them become idols thank you fan cams and especially thank you Soso.the.Elf may all your days be blessed

the urge "call him daddy" is strong but I shall resist out of respect

This “let’s surprise our boyfriends on tour” double date may have been a bad idea.

You like Eunhyuk’s girlfriend a lot, she’s bubbly and charismatic and a little bit cheeky. And she’s sexy in that special way, the one where you know you could never be like that but somehow she doesn’t make you feel threatened anyway. She’s like the sexy older sister you never had, she Knows Things and you couldn’t be more grateful she’s taken you under her wing. It’s nice having a friend to guide you through the minefield of dating an idol.

But now the four of you are cosied up in a restaurant, and she’s grinning at Donghae with a cheshire cat smile, and you have a sinking feeling in your stomach. A suspicion that you know what’s coming.

“So, oppa…” Damnit, you were right. She’s absolutely going there.

Neither of you had been prepared for that performance of Only You, and the way she caught your eye afterwards let you know she was remembering that tipsy conversation you’d had a few nights ago. The one where you went on and on about how great Donghae was, how much you like him, and how you’ve never dated someone who treats you so well… but. You had confessed the teeny tiny imperfection in your relationship.

Sometimes you wished Donghae was a little more dominant in the bedroom. As great as he looks on his back, all mussed up and sweaty, begging to be inside you while you tease him with your fingertips… Sometimes you wished he’d put all those muscles to good use.

And then. A few hours ago. You watched that performance. Seeing your boyfriend get all handsy with one of the female dancers, practically throwing her around the stage in a dance so sexually-charged it felt like you were watching I Wanna Love You for the first time.

You know it was all carefully choreographed, and that Donghae had probably struggled through rehearsals getting increasingly awkward each time. Probably blushing so hard he’d burst a blood vessel or two. But professional or not, watching him touch another woman was always a little… challenging. Jealousy cares not for logic.

And to see him touching someone else like that, the way you’ve been secretly wishing he’d touch you. Well, it’d gotten your panties in a twist. In more ways that one.

Is it so much to want your boyfriend to pin you down and ravish you?

“Since when do you call me oppa?” Donghae raises an eyebrow at her. Which is fair, as they’re the same age and he’s known her long enough to recognise when she’s up to mischief.

“Oh, I don’t know, since about the time you started dragging dancers around the stage by their ankles after thrusting in their faces?” No one should be able to pull off puppy eyes after saying a sentence like that, but somehow she manages it.

“...ah.” You can tell he wants to hide his face in his hands, but instead he turns to you with a worried expression. “Are you upset with me?” 

“Don’t be silly, how could I be upset with you? You’re the boyfriend of thousands of fans, I don’t mind having to share.” Okay, so you might mind a little, but the genuine concern on his face makes your heart flutter away all the jealousy. He only looks at you like that.

“It was Eunhyuk’s choreography…” He reaches for your hand under the table, twining your fingers together tightly. 

“Yah, the ankle thing was your idea.” Okay, that does send a stab of jealousy through you, but Eunhyuk’s got the same mischievous twinkle in his eye as his girlfriend and you can’t help but suspect she might’ve shared your “I wish Donghae would rough me up a little” secret with him. 

“Jagiya…” Donghae is so pretty when he blushes. And while it’s tempting to torture him a little, he already seems to be suffering. You give his hand a squeeze.

“The important thing is that the fans loved it.”

“She loved it too.” Eunhyuk’s girlfriend’s stage whisper could’ve been heard at a heavy metal concert, and now you’re blushing too. You’re going to spill soup on her shoes.

Unsure you can squash your soup-i-cidal urges, you quickly make some excuse and head to the restroom. 

This restaurant was not designed for a speedy exit. A maze of tables and chairs, clearly put together by a madman. The kind of labyrinth that requires a mental map, some kind of pre-planning to avoid any furniture based collisions. 

By some miracle, you make it to privacy with no physical injuries. One of your favourite things about fancy restaurants is how luxurious the bathrooms are. This one is almost the size of your apartment, all marble surfaces and golden fixtures. The wall above the sink is one long glitzy mirror, polished to perfection, not a splashmark to be seen. It’s all very lavish.

You’ve never rubbed one out in a public bathroom before, but you’re sorely tempted when your mind flicks back to how easily Donghae’s hand wrapped around both of her wrists, how you got that familiar tingle between your legs watching him manhandle another woman on stage. Thinking about how easily he could pull you into a dark corner somewhere and pin you against the wall. Or push you down to your knees…

You catch your own eye in the mirror, take one look at your flushed face and sternly tell your reflection to get a grip on herself. You need to get back to the table, Eunhyuk and his girlfriend are probably teasing Donghae relentlessly. You should go rescue your boyfriend.

Just as you reach for the handle, someone opens the door from the other side. You stumble back a step so as to not get struck by the swing of it. Before you can fall back, a strong hand grabs your wrist, and you’re pulled forward into a very firm, very familiar chest. Donghae.

“Are you okay?” With his arms wrapped around you and your face comfortably nestled in the dip of his clavicle, you are absolutely okay. More than okay, especially when his arms tighten around you, and he presses a kiss into your hair.

But, you’re in public.

“Donghae… we’re in public.”

In one smooth movement, he reaches around and locks the door behind him. You didn’t know that was an option. You also didn’t know the act of locking the door without looking could be so attractive.

You don’t have much time to think on that though, because Donghae mumbling apologies and kissing your neck and it’s all making you a bit dizzy. You gently disengage, pushing him back just enough so that you can look him in the eyes. And maybe breathe a little.

“Are you sure you’re not mad?” He interlocks your fingers and brings your hands to his face, kissing over your knuckles and resting your palms against his cheeks. “Did you leave because you’re upset? I can change the choreography…” 

“I can change the choreography.” 

“You don’t need to do that, I promise, I’m not mad.” He still looks like he doesn’t believe you, so you throw caution to the wind and spit it out. “Not mad. Just… maybe a little jealous.”

“Jealous?” It takes a moment for the penny to drop, you can practically see the cogs turning in his head. You’ve never expressed any interest in being on stage in any sense, you’ve made a point of being a terrible dancer, so what would you be jealous of… Oh. Oh.

He’s giving you the look. The look that usually winds up with you both tangled up in the sheets, naked and sweaty and panting.

“You want me to be rough with you.” It’s a statement, not a question, and that alone has you getting hot beneath the collar.

“Mmmhmm.” You love it when his eyes go dark. You didn’t think it was really a thing, but the way he tilts his head causes the light to hit different, and that paired with his dilated pupils makes his eyes look much wilder. Now those dark eyes are looking at you like you're a snack and he’s a man starved.