our secret fantasy.

[ 00:04 ] ‘93 hyunwoo — jacuzzi .

you pushed open the floor-to-ceiling doors of your penthouse to slip outdoors with two glasses of sparkling champagnes in hand. sensually painted by the flush citylights of spain and twinkling stars, you began follow the soft pop of bubbling water to him. slowly, pads of your bare feet tapping lightly on the concrete came to a still before you spotted him amongst the water — steamed, and dripping, with only a gold chain around his neck. and the way his gazes ghosts between his dark eyelashes was one that could make you shiver forever.

‘hyunwoo~.’ you coo to him while swirling your glass in small circles. ‘did you miss me?’

아기.

he hums at the tone of your voice before flicking his cigar off the edge of an ashtray. ‘how could i not?’ he chuckles, a small cloud of exotic puffing out from his smile. it’s been so long.

사랑해.

as you place your drink aside onto a nearby ledge, the neon colored steam spills off of the sides of the tub, coiling around your silk ankles, to draw you in pink. pull you in blue. lovingly in purple. so you bite your lip the way he likes it, and slowly drag your gold nails around the railing, swaying down the stairs to him as he makes intimate eye contact with you. submerged.

he shifts closer, extending a hand to pull his glass of champagne to his stained lips with a soft thank you. and you watch as he takes a sip. a thin stream beginning to run off the side of his jaw and into the rolling bubbles - and his adam’s apple rhythmically bobbing above the water to his swallows.

‘you didn’t drink like this while i was gone, did you baby?’ you whisper, the ached sound of your worried breaths entangling with the faint ..prrr.. of the jet. a small smile kisses the sides of his lips as he sets the emptied glass onto the concrete behind him. ahh.. you think of me so well.

‘perhaps a little.’  he chuckles deep, slowly turning to face you again but this time with smooth hands that snake around your waist to pull you onto his lap. they trace up your spine, warm and tender like don’t worry, just as his glossed sparkled lips press themselves softly onto your own.

[ 10:20 ] ‘91 virgin ↴

‘’please, don’t stop.’’ minhyuk panted to you underneath the soft kiss of a pink sunrise and satin sheets as he gazed below at your quickening hands, pumping so sweetly for him. oh god . . his pouted lips gasped out — the femininity of your bedroom overwhelming him with a familiarity of comfort — mommy . .

and it was like he was a virgin, touched for the very first time.

‘’please..’’ a whisper drifted from his lips and swirled delicately amongst the quiet madonna vinyl. along pink poppy petals on your bedside and paris-kissed breezes from the window. and within those fragile pirouettes, you heard, ”please, more please.’’

with his heartbeat, next to yours. 

[ 00:04 ] ‘93 hyunwoo — jacuzzi .

you pushed open the floor-to-ceiling doors of your penthouse to slip outdoors with two glasses of sparkling champagnes in hand. sensually painted by the flush citylights of spain and twinkling stars, you began follow the soft pop of bubbling water to him. slowly, pads of your bare feet tapping lightly on the concrete came to a still before you spotted him amongst the water — steamed, and dripping, with only a gold chain around his neck. and the way his gazes ghosts between his dark eyelashes was one that could make you shiver forever.

‘hyunwoo~.’ you coo to him while swirling your glass in small circles. ‘did you miss me?’

아기.

he hums at the tone of your voice before flicking his cigar off the edge of an ashtray. ‘how could i not?’ he chuckles, a small cloud of exotic puffing out from his smile. it’s been so long.

사랑해.

as you place your drink aside onto a nearby ledge, the neon colored steam spills off of the sides of the tub, coiling around your silk ankles, to draw you in pink. pull you in blue. lovingly in purple. so you bite your lip the way he likes it, and slowly drag your gold nails around the railing, swaying down the stairs to him as he makes intimate eye contact with you. submerged.

he shifts closer, extending a hand to pull his glass of champagne to his stained lips with a soft thank you. and you watch as he takes a sip. a thin stream beginning to run off the side of his jaw and into the rolling bubbles - and his adam’s apple rhythmically bobbing above the water to his swallows.

‘you didn’t drink like this while i was gone, did you baby?’ you whisper, the ached sound of your worried breaths entangling with the faint ..prrr.. of the jet. a small smile kisses the sides of his lips as he sets the emptied glass onto the concrete behind him. ahh.. you think of me so well.

‘perhaps a little.’  he chuckles deep, slowly turning to face you again but this time with smooth hands that snake around your waist to pull you onto his lap. they trace up your spine, warm and tender like don’t worry, just as his glossed sparkled lips press themselves softly onto your own.

[ 10:20 ] ‘91 virgin ↴

‘’please, don’t stop.’’ minhyuk panted to you underneath the soft kiss of a pink sunrise and satin sheets as he gazed below at your quickening hands, pumping so sweetly for him. oh god . . his pouted lips gasped out — the femininity of your bedroom overwhelming him with a familiarity of comfort — mommy . .

and it was like he was a virgin, touched for the very first time.

‘’please..’’ a whisper drifted from his lips and swirled delicately amongst the quiet madonna vinyl. along pink poppy petals on your bedside and paris-kissed breezes from the window. and within those fragile pirouettes, you heard, ”please, more please.’’

with his heartbeat, next to yours. 

‎ ⚠︎ ⁺◟ 𝟶𝟹:𝟷𝟽 ┊ 𝕝𝕒 𝕝𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕥

kissed by the water droplets of his lilac steamed shower, wonho’s lips press unspoken secrets to your inner thighs.

☾.

and like la lune en pleine, he worships.

☾.

☾.

beneath the pink sparkled water of his empyrean glass shower, you stand an angel - his angel - shivering and frozen from the cool tile biting behind your bare back. below, steam coils around your ankles. it smooths enchanting touches to your calves, and kisses intimate clouds to your knees before vanishing. un secret interdit. shhh~ …

☾.

tu as éthéal, he coos, you are so ethreal, like an orison, like a mantra so heavenly, anything more than a whisper would become a sin. however, from the teasing touch of his silk fingertips, it doesn’t seem like such a sin would be so bad, a sin such as kneeling before you, hands hooking your thigh onto his shoulder, and pisces eyes gazing back at your own. all while his hot tongue burns the sweetest stripe toward your sex, je pourrais te goûter pour toujours.

☾.

‘sh—it.. hoseok..’ you gasp out, breath mixing sweet with the soft pour of water and the scent of lavender wash. your hands entangle themselves in his drenched hair underneath you as you soon feel the warmth of rose colored lips on your core. ‘please give it to me..’ je veux te voir. i want you to see you.

☾.

masterlist ☇ shower titles — wonho, jooheon, shownu, minhyuk, kihyun, hyungwon, changkyun, extra …

[ 00:04 ] ‘93 hyunwoo — jacuzzi .

you pushed open the floor-to-ceiling doors of your penthouse to slip outdoors with two glasses of sparkling champagnes in hand. sensually painted by the flush citylights of spain and twinkling stars, you began follow the soft pop of bubbling water to him. slowly, pads of your bare feet tapping lightly on the concrete came to a still before you spotted him amongst the water — steamed, and dripping, with only a gold chain around his neck. and the way his gazes ghosts between his dark eyelashes was one that could make you shiver forever.

‘hyunwoo~.’ you coo to him while swirling your glass in small circles. ‘did you miss me?’

아기.

he hums at the tone of your voice before flicking his cigar off the edge of an ashtray. ‘how could i not?’ he chuckles, a small cloud of exotic puffing out from his smile. it’s been so long.

사랑해.

as you place your drink aside onto a nearby ledge, the neon colored steam spills off of the sides of the tub, coiling around your silk ankles, to draw you in pink. pull you in blue. lovingly in purple. so you bite your lip the way he likes it, and slowly drag your gold nails around the railing, swaying down the stairs to him as he makes intimate eye contact with you. submerged.

he shifts closer, extending a hand to pull his glass of champagne to his stained lips with a soft thank you. and you watch as he takes a sip. a thin stream beginning to run off the side of his jaw and into the rolling bubbles - and his adam’s apple rhythmically bobbing above the water to his swallows.

‘you didn’t drink like this while i was gone, did you baby?’ you whisper, the ached sound of your worried breaths entangling with the faint ..prrr.. of the jet. a small smile kisses the sides of his lips as he sets the emptied glass onto the concrete behind him. ahh.. you think of me so well.

‘perhaps a little.’  he chuckles deep, slowly turning to face you again but this time with smooth hands that snake around your waist to pull you onto his lap. they trace up your spine, warm and tender like don’t worry, just as his glossed sparkled lips press themselves softly onto your own.

[ 02:43 ] seventeen + seokmin — enjoy.

at the edge of his heaven silk sheets, you sit an angel, dressed by the soft lingerie of a gemini-kissed moonlight. it lightly caresses your skin in starry touches, along with that little cherry lollipop that swirls sticky flavor between your lips. behind you, seokmin intently studies your pouty portrait as though you were la naissance de venus, through the night. because to him, you had always wore the most exquisite expressions. heartbreaking masterpieces that stain the canvas of his memory during the midsummer nights of june. they had always broke him when you teased him like this. when you sat illuminated, untouchable. with the sweetest little sucker in your mouth.

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unseen, seokmin pouts with a gentle touch to your chin — too shy to admit his desires, yet subtle enough to convey an unspoken beg. ‘you can’t do this to me.’ he coaxes you for a taste, leaning closer to tilt your head over your bare shoulder as he brushes his nose against yours. closer. ‘all i want is a little bit of you, baby.’ closer. and like a good boy, you must give it to him.

.

but you don’t. ‘now why would you deserve that?’ you speak, the huskiness in your voice sending shivers to his needy figure as you pull away. if you wanted it, you’d come get it. you slip off of the plush bed to walk toward the glass wardrobe in his room, feeling the frozen press of the wooden floorboards underneath your feet and the excitement rushing towards your sex. isn’t that right, babyboy?

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the surface you near is blanketed in thrifted decor and crumpled candy wrappers. old CDs and a little black bong. ‘come and play with me, seokmin.’ you tease, turning around to bite the hard candy with the sharp of your tooth as you stare back at him through the night. he’s desperate, hungry for that cherry sweet, and already sliding off the edge to chase his high to the precipice. a satisfied hum vibrates deep in your throat when he reaches closer, you know what he wants. a subtle moan echoes from his glossed lips as you pop the sweet candy from your own. ‘suck it.’ you whisper, like a dirty little secret that drips sticky flavor onto his tongue.

mmh.. you gaze down at the plush pink of his lips as they press a shy smooch to the glass of the candy, so subtle. a thumb of yours comes up to drag his bottom lip down, but i‘m sure i said, suck it, bitch.

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‘haah—..’ he breathes raggedly into the summer air before taking it into his pretty little mouth. the way he tilts his jaw back exposes his neck, and you have to marvel at it. because you know that though he is innocent as a little boy should, his carnality is magnetic, and it always draws you in for the deepest kisses. with tongues replacing pops, gasps flavored in sugar, and backs arching against wardrobes, underneath his chin the sucker drags a sticky pink stripe until it slides between the valley of his breasts. you pull away from the kiss. a moonlit string of saliva connecting between your pout and his. ‘now,’ you begin.

.

‘i want you to bite it.’

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masterlist

a shivering night’s air had slipped through the half-open kitchen window beside you. it had filled the empty room, and seemingly bathed you in a dark, shimmering shadow, looming, and heavy.

you sat exhausted at the white-grey marble counters with few textbooks and an open silver laptop. the light boring into the blank void of your eyes as you click!click!clicked! your red pen on the surface underneath.

it was cold, spring nights like these that ached guilt.

because above you upstairs, jooheon was awakening from a black nightmare. frozen, and without the warmth of your heaven-crafted figure entangled in his angle white sheets. you had been vanishing from his sleeping presence often now, slipping away during the moonlit hours to sip the wine of your doubts downstairs. all-so willing to be consumed by a drunken haze of worries, your studies, you thought. — that you had never simply decided to come back up until the sun had to kneel at the horizon, just to beg for your attention.

but not tonight.

tonight, you pulled your focus from the light of browser tabs as the sound of honeybear footsteps began to softly pad their way to the kitchen. he’s disheveled, dressed in those sleepy plaid sweatpants, and an expression that melted i’m worried for you, baby.

c’mon.. ‘jooheon please..’ you groaned out to him over the shuffling of your papers, ‘i don’t have time to stop..’ and you know that..

i know i do, he rubbed his sleepheavy eyes with a soft hand as his feet tap..tap..tapped closer to the counter you sat at. but you need to rest, babe.

your back slumped at his concerned voice. you dug your elbows further into the surface beneath you, and raked your fingers through your hair in frustration. ‘it’s not about rest, it- it it’s about whether or not i pass.. which.. i’m not certain i will—..’ you trailed off, your voice dissolving to no more than a whisper with each passing confession. i don’t know what i’m going to do right now … i… you paused to gaze up again. his nurturing presence was beginning to envelope you in quiet tranquility, and peace that you had missed so dearly. big slow hands that pressed on the marble counter next to yours. pushing, let’s close this textbook okay? pulling, come here. it doesn’t need to be so stressful. holding, can you stand up for me, baby? embracing, aw.. please don’t start crying.. no no no!

calming, yet worried hands smoothed over your disheveled tangles, and pressed your face closer to his beating chest. because you know you don’t have to work yourself so hard, right? i-i know, you know, that you are already enough. exams are never the end of the world.. besides..

even if.. he pressed a warm pout onto your forehead, with shaky breaths tickling your lovekissed roots. even if it was the end of the world, you’d still have me.

so, ‘please, baby.’ he whispered as he pulled away from your figure, rough palms slipping down to rest on either side of your warm cheeks. ‘please come back to bed and rest.’

i missed you so much.

author note: this story is dedicated to my student/studying readers, who may be taking their exams soon. students like @mxdreams + @seokwus , whom i know have busy schedules but an open place in my heart — me and honey wish you both very good luck in finishing this month’s classwork and schooling. i love you so very much, and i prayy close to my heart that you enjoyed this a lil’ bit.