Beach Front Vibes

⌗ㆍノgot so much love, so much lust ❛🍃❛

۶ৎ ALTERNATIVE : boynextdoor + their favourite places to kiss you ۶ৎ PAIRING : boynextdoor x reader ۶ৎ GENRE(S) : PURE FLUFF !!! ۶ৎ WARNING(S) : suggestive content on Taesan's ۶ৎ WORD COUNT : 0.3k - 0.4k / member

⋆˚࿔ SUNGHO | hands 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

۶ৎ always kisses your hands when he's trying to get your attention !! Whether you're distracted by your phone or talking to someone else, he'll gently take your hand and press his lips to your knuckles until you look at him

۶ৎ will pull your hand up during conversations just to peck it mid-sentence : "Mm, sorry. I needed that."

۶ৎ uses hand kisses as his way of being affectionate in public without being too obvious, intimate but still respectful !! 

۶ৎ warms your hands with his breath before kissing them when it's cold : "can't have my girl's hands freezing~"

۶ৎ kisses your palm and then folds your fingers over it, telling you to "keep it safe for later"

۶ৎ when you're nervous, he'll press your hand flat against his chest, kiss your knuckles, and tell you to breathe with him : "Feel that? Just match me, you'll be fine."

۶ৎ loves tracing circles on your palm before kissing it, just to watch you squirm : "What? I like seeing you flinch."

۶ৎ kisses your fingertips one by one when you're being stubborn, knowing it always makes you give in : "Still mad at me?"

🖤 𝗖𝗪: 𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗘𝘂𝗶𝗷𝗼𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲, 𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 (𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆, 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘆, 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁), 𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝘃, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁) 🖤

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 𝟭𝟵𝟰𝟭 (𝗜 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗹𝗼𝗹)

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The classroom was quiet, the kind of silence that only existed after everyone else had gone home. Books and papers still littered the desks, but the stress of exams weighed heavier than the mess around. You sat at one of the back desks, forehead resting against your arms, trying to breathe past the tension in your chest.

The door creaked softly, and Euijoo slipped inside. His long hair fell into his face as he leaned against the doorframe, a small, tired smile tugging at his lips.

“Still here?” he asked, voice gentle, almost teasing.

You didn’t lift your head. “Couldn’t focus. It’s too much.”

He crossed the room without hesitation, sliding into the seat beside you, then, clingy as always, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you against him. His chin found its familiar place on your shoulder, and his warmth seeped through your uniform.

“Maybe you’re trying too hard,” he murmured. “Maybe you just… need to let go for a while.”

There was a pause. His fingers brushed your wrist, then trailed up to lace with yours. You could feel his breath against your cheek, soft but heavy, and when you turned your head just slightly, your eyes met his.

Something unspoken passed between you, and suddenly the air felt too thick, too charged. His clinginess shifted into something deeper, needier. His hand pressed against your back, holding you close as if the world outside didn’t exist.

“Stay with me like this,” he whispered, voice breaking with sincerity. His forehead rested against yours, his smile trembling as if he was trying to contain everything he felt. “I don’t want to think about school or stress or anything. Just you.”

The distance between you vanished. First in small touches, then in the soft brush of his lips against yours. It wasn’t hurried at first; it was tender, almost hesitant. But the stress, the exhaustion, the weeks of bottled-up longing poured into that kiss until it deepened, became desperate. His hand slid up to the nape of your neck, holding you as though you were the only solid thing in his world.

The classroom, once so oppressive with its silence and stress, now felt like a secret refuge. Just you, him, and the wild rush of closeness that made your body forget everything else.

His hands drove from your neck to your lower back as he pulled you closer to him. You could feel the warmth of his body taking over yours, his citrousy perfume intoxicating your nose. Euijoo would let out some subtle whines during the kiss, which made you shiver and made your chest sweel with cuteness and love. His tongue would swirl with yours, as if he was trying to hold you in every sense. His mouth tasted like mint. Probably he chewed on some bubble gum earlier.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, to deepen the kiss. He tilted his head a little more to the right, so that both of your noses wouldn't obstruct the passage to greater contact. His nose softly brushed against your cheek, so did yours. His lips movements were slow, warm, it felt like he was devouring the sweetest dessert ever. His touch has always been gentle when it comes to you. Holding you as if you were made of seashore foam.

The moment felt intoxicating, your mind started to go fuzzy, hazy, blurry and dazed. Suddenly, you felt his hand grip yours, warm, strong, and place it on his pants. That's when an electric charge ran down your whole body. His length was hard.

When your hand was placed on his length, out of instinct, you started to softly and slowly rub your fingers on top of it through the fabric of his pants. Sometimes you would grip it, which earned a growl and a soft whimper from him. His hand traced a fire path from your lower back to your breasts. He softly squeezed them and you flinched, to what he stopped the kiss and looked directed his eyes to you, full of adoration, love, care and lust.

-Are you ok? Is this ok with you, baby...?

His gentle voice asked. You nodded while giving him a sweet smile.

-Yes, Juju, it's ok, I just got a little nervous.

Euijoo grabbed your hand and placed a kiss on the back of it, reassuring you. He rested his forehead on yours and planted a kiss on your nose tip. Eyes closed.

-Do you wanna keep this going...?

You pecked his lips in response, an affirmative answer.

-Fine, baby. If you want me to stop, just tell me, ok?

You nodded again. Then, he patted his lap, signaling you to sit there. Immediately, with a shy smile, you sat on his lap, straddling him. His hands placed on your waist. Once more, he kissed you. This time it was fierce, he pushed his mouth onto yours as if trying to get inside it. Your armes found their way around his neck once more.

Euijoo slowly started to unbutton your shirt, and untie the uniform tie. Soon, your breasts and your black bra were revealed to the boy in front of you. He pulled away from the kiss, showing a saliva string connecting both your mouths. His gaze deviated from your eyes to your breasts.

-You're so beautiful...

A deeper voice left his throat with these words. Insinctively. Euijoo kissed your lips, then all the way down. Lips, chin, jaw, neck, collarbone, breasts. Two shy yet hungry pecks were placed on your breasts. It felt so lustful, yet so caring and careful. He looked up at you with sparkly eyes, reflecting how much he wanted this moment. His look was a promise to look after you in every moment, even the most lustful ones, like this one. Juju smiled warmly before sinking his mouth in the middle of your bust. He started to lick them, then removed your bra, and started to nibble on them, especially the nipples. Your boy licked every inch of skin on your bust, didn't leave anything without a mark.

You liked this. The feeling of belonging to him. The feeling of knowing that he is the only one who's ever seen you like this. Your first everything belongs to him.

Your hands tangled on his hair, and soft moans escaped your lips. Proud chuckles came out of his mouth at the sound of your moans.

In a fast move, he placed your hands on his length. You immediately started to unbutton his pants. Once finished, his length sprang out free. It was not huge, but neither small. Mayhap a little bigger than average. Enough to make you wonder if it would fit.

-Take it in your hands, baby...

He said, while staring into your eyes. You felt a pang in your chest, and did as he told you. It was warm, veiny and hard. It felt somehow humid. You started to stroke up and down, and his breathing peace increased and started to fluctuate. He bit his botton lip, holding his moans. His eyes were locked on you. Head down, but gaze looking up at yours. His stare was full of lust and desire. You could spot a hint of a beast dying to ruin you, yet, he always was gentle with you.

After a few strokes, his hand slid under your skirt, brushing your core with the tips of his fingers. He plastered a playful smirk on his face, then, without warning, he put one finger in. You squinted your eyes due to the sudden burn and stretch.

-If it is too much, tell me, princess, and I'll stop, ok?

You nodded in response. Then he started to pump his middle finger, in and out, curled the perfect way, scratching the right place inside your folds.

-You feel so warm, so tight, so wet...fuck...I wanna be inside you now...

He growled as he inserted another finger. This time the stretch felt more painful, but you like it, you knew it was him, and that made the feeling perfect. He started to scratch faster and using more strength, which made you close your eyes, furrow your eyebrows and sigh in pleasure. His eyes never left your expression. He like to see you pleased, he enjoyed being the one giving you pleaseure.

He took out his finger and licked them, staring right into your eyes. It made your cunt clench around nothing, wishing it was him.

He pulled you closer to him and aligned both your entrances, ready to slide in.

-Ready, sweetheart?

You happily nodded, and sat on his length. The sudden fullness made you feel complete, alive, and it awakened a deeper sense of care for him. You were never going to get over him if you broke up after this.

His hands held your thighs, tracing lazy circles on your skin to soothe the sudden burn away. Euijoo kissed you again, this time hungrier to distract you from the subtle pain.

Some seconds later, you started to move up and down, slow and careful, getting to feel every inch of his dick, and getting used to his size.

-You're so tight...it feels so fucking perfect, honey...

He said between soft whimpers, his tongue entering your mouth.

After a few strokes of yours, he got up, holding you in place, making sure his dick didn´t get out of your folds. He placed you on top of a desk, to make it easier to thrust inside you.

-This way is easier haha

He said and shyly giggled. For a moment, his eyes flickered to the place where your sensitive zones connected.

-It looks beautiful, I love this, I have waited for this so long, you don't understand how much I love you...

He said and devoured you in a passionate and heated kiss again. Now, he moved his hips and started to thrust inside you. Slow at first, but deep. You felt the urge of having him moving faster.

-Juju...please, faster...

-You like it faster? Want me deeper, faster, princess?

-Yes, please, Juju...

He lost his mind and started to thrust faster. Euijoo hid his face in your neck and held you by your waist, making sure you wouldn't move and inch and he could feel all of you, and you all of him. He started to blabber incoherent sentences and words, going crazy over the moment.

-We are never breaking up after this, I gotta marry you...fuck! you're perfect, fucking perfect...

His breathing became irregular, his voice broke in whimpers. Your legs started to shake due to the pleasure.

-Juju, I...close...

-You close, baby? come on me, do it for me, ok?

His thumb found your clit and started to rub soft circles on it, fast, chasing your orgasm.

-Such a good girl, pretty baby, my girl...

He squinted his eyes, trying to hold his realise and not shoot before you came.

Then, after a few seconds, you came, your orgasm electrifyingly hit you, waves of pleasure washing over your whole body, legs twitching.

-Fuck, you came, I can feel it...fuck...this is heaven...

He kissed you through your orgasm, and thrusted harder, chasing his own realise.

A muffled loud moan escaped his lips when he came inside you, spurting white warm strings of his cum.

Both of you were left breathless. Euijoo joined your foreheads, and rested there for a few seconds.

-I love you baby, you can't imagine how much

-I love you too, Juju

He hugged you there, on the table, still inside you. It didn't really matter, you were happy and warm that it was him, your lovely boyfriend, your school sweetheart... <3

BOYNEXTDOOR when they ask you to hold their phone during p.e

Summary: There was a tradition in which guys would give their phones to the girls they liked. It was no different for them

Pairing: classmate!boynextdoor x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, cute, a little bit embarrassingly adorable ??

Warnings: none I think

A/N: hi guys!! tysm for your support on my posts! i hope you like this one also <3 it was inspired by both riwoo in that one live and this post !!

Myung Jaehyun

The whole class knew Jaehyun's big crush on you. The whole class, except you. So, it was no surprise for the people around you when Jaehyun gave you his phone before p.e class. Not even for you, since he did that pretty often, and you couldn't be happier to help him. It wasn't until one specific day, that you realized.

Jaehyun had just left to continue with the class after giving you his phone, playing basketball with the rest of the guys when suddenly your friend approached you with a silly smile.

"So... you and Jaehyun, huh?"

"What do you mean?"

"Oh, come on y/n, you know about the tradition that guys give girls their phone while they play at p.e class"

Your face was pure shock. So that's what this was about, huh? Now you couldn't stop thinking about it.

Sungho

Sungho is... complicated. He’s an introverted extrovert. Quiet around crowds, but full of personality when he’s comfortable. And with you? He was always in-between.

He’d tried talking to you a dozen times, but it never felt like the right moment. You were either with friends, busy, or he’d talk himself out of it last minute.

But one afternoon, when you were sitting alone, watching your classmates mess around on the field, he finally walked up.

“Hey, so... could you hold my phone for me real quick while I go exercise these big muscles?”

You laughed. He panicked for a second, unsure if you were laughing with him or at him—but your smile was everything.

“Sure,” you said softly. And that was enough.

Riwoo

People always assume Riwoo’s too shy to make the first move. But the truth is... he’s actually pretty bold—once he talks himself into it.

He probably rehearsed it a hundred times in his head before walking over to you. And when he finally did, you could see the nervous excitement flickering behind his eyes.

“So, um... I know this might be kinda weird coming from me, but... would you like to hold my phone?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

“N-Nothing!”

And just like that, he practically ran away—leaving his phone behind and you sitting there, stunned, phone in hand, heart maybe beating a little faster.

Taesan

Taesan had a reputation. Emo. Cold. Doesn’t talk to anyone. But deep down, he was just a shy boy with a massive crush on the one person who ever bothered to speak to him like he was human—you.

You were always kind. Always smiling. And somehow, always looking past the rough exterior he tried so hard to maintain. So of course he fell for you.

“Wait... is that Taesan giving Y/N his phone?” someone whispered across the gym.

He cleared his throat, walking up to you with a stiff kind of awkwardness.

“Hey, so uh... would you be, like... kind enough to, y’know, hold my phone and stuff?”

You raised a brow, suppressing a laugh. “Taesan, you do know guys only do this when they like someone, right?”

He paused. Swallowed hard.

“I know,” he muttered—and walked away before you could even reply.

Leehan

You saw it happening around you—boys handing over their phones like it was some sacred ritual. You didn’t mind. It was kind of cute.

But you liked someone too. Leehan. The quiet one who never joined P.E., always sitting on the bleachers, headphones half-in, attention elsewhere.

You looked over every few minutes, just to check if he was still there.

And then, a wild thought hit you.

Why did it have to be the boys who gave their phones? You worked out too! So you grabbed your phone, took a deep breath, and walked straight up to him.

“Hey, Leehan! I wanted to give you my phone before P.E. starts. Will you keep it safe for me?”

His reaction? Priceless.

Cheeks flushed pink. Eyes wide. He nodded, barely managing a: “Y-Yeah. Sure.”

You smiled, handed it to him, and turned around before he could see your face turn just as red.

Woonhak

This wasn’t just about tradition for Woonhak. This was about pride. Honor. Victory.

You weren’t clueless—you knew the effect you had. Every P.E. class was chaos. Boys fumbling over each other, awkwardly trying to give you their phones, only for you to casually walk away, unbothered.

So when it came to Woonhak, he couldn’t fail. Not him. Not the guy who (in his words) liked you more than any of those other losers.

But damn, he was nervous. He must’ve paced five times before working up the nerve to approach you.

When he finally did, his voice was soft, shaky, but so sincere it made your heart skip.

“Hey... I really don’t wanna bother you or anything, but it’d make me really happy if you could... you know, hold my phone and stuff? Like, if you don’t want to, that’s totally okay, I just—yeah, I’d like that. A lot.”

You smiled. You actually smiled.

And for Woonhak, that was the win of the century.

“Honestly, i thought you'd never ask” his face went totally pale before getting completely red.

“W- what do you mean?”

“Well yeah, it was hard enough to turn down all the other guys, but seeing you always doubting was making me impatient” you smiled, extending your hand out so he could give you his phone.

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