my sweet jongseob ♥︎

"The ground is moving," he informed you, his voice slurred and heavy with sleepiness. "It’s swaying. Are we on a boat?"

"Wow, I thought you were lying when you said this was your first time drinking. I think it actually might be."

You managed to pry him out of his shoes and guide him further into the dark apartment. His body was practically a furnace beside you and seeing the usually composed boy with his defenses completely dissolved was both concerning and endearingly sweet.

You tried to steer him toward your bedroom, but he clearly had other plans. He planted his feet near the sofa and refused to budge no matter how hard you tugged him. When you turned to face him, his eyes were glossy and unfocused, his cheeks dusted a deep, feverish pink.

"Wait," he mumbled, reaching out. His coordination was off; his hand missed your shoulder and landed clumsily on your upper arm, sliding down to grip your hand. "Not yet."

"You need to sleep, Jongseob. You had way too much soju."

"I need..." He frowned, his brows knitting together in deep concentration. He pulled you closer, wrapping both arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck. He breathed in deeply, and exhaled shakily. "I need you to stop moving away."

You froze, your hands hovering over his back before settling gently on his shoulders.

Although he was fairly affectionate in your day to day, he was never close to being this clingy sober. You weren't complaining though as you indulged in the comfort of his warm body. After a while you tried to pull away but his grip was tight around you.

"Jongseobie, can you please let go just for a second."

"I don't want you to leave."

"I'm not leaving," you soothed, rubbing at the tense muscles of his back. "I just really have to pee."

"Oh...." he muttered into your skin. He tightened his grip, effectively trapping you. "Can I come?"

"Um... never mind let's just stay here for a bit."

You maneuvered the both of you until you collapsed onto the sofa together, Jongseob not letting go for a second. He slumped onto your lap, his limbs tangled with yours like a koala.

You brushed the hair back from his forehead. "How are you feeling?"

Jongseob blinked up at you, his dark eyes wide and shimmering with a sense of overwhelming emotion.

"Weird," he whispered. His eyes trailed all across your face as he tried to articulate his emotions. "My head is spinning, but... I feel really really happy."

"That's what being drunk does, Seob."

"No." He shook his head, confident despite the slur in his words. "It's not the drinks. It’s because you're taking care of me."

His expression crumbled slightly, his lips pressing into a pout. "I wanted to look cool tonight. I think... I wanted to show you I’m an adult. I wanted to be... impressive."

"You are impressive," you said softly, your thumb stroking his cheekbone. "You're plenty impressive when you're sober. You don't have to prove anything."

"But look at me," he doubled down, gesturing vaguely at himself with a floppy hand. "I’m a mess. I can't even walk straight. And you had to carry me." His eyes welled up. "I’m sorry. I’m so heavy. You shouldn't have to carry me."

You smiled every so slightly at the discovery that not only was he clingy when drunk, but emotional to. "But I want to. I want to take care of you."

He sniffled, staring up at you with pure adoration. "You do?"

"Of course I do."

"Because I love you," he blurted out, gesturing to himself with a finality that left no room for argument. "Like, a lot. It feels like my chest is going to explode. Is that the alcohol too? Or is that just you?"

"Maybe a little bit of both," you were smiling wide now, unable to hold back.

He sighed, a long, ragged exhale, and rested his head on your shoulder, hugging your waist tighter. "You're so comfy. Don't leave. Even if I fall asleep, promise you’ll be here when I wake up?"

"I promise."

"Okay." He closed his eyes, content from your words. "Okay. That’s good. This is nice."

It was silent for a few moments before you spoke up again.

".... Can I go pee first?"

He lifted his head to look at you.

"Can I at least sit outside the door."

With a sigh you nodded and his lips quirked up, eyes closing from the force of the smile. He stumbled off your lap and you reached out to hold and guide him with you to the bathroom.

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"Really, Jongseob, I have to go..." you insisted, though your voice lacked any real conviction. You tried to stand, bracing your hands on his mattress to push yourself up, but he was faster. With a sneaky glint in his eyes, he tugged your arm, and your balance toppled. You fell back onto the bed with a squeal, bouncing against the blanket as he wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you there.

"You're too obsessed with me," you teased, breathless from the sudden movement.

"Maybe," he grinned, peppering your face with quick, loud smooches that made you squirm and giggle uncontrollably.

You pushed at his shoulders, and soon it developed into a messy, playful wrestling match. Limbs tangled and blankets twisted as you fought for dominance, the room filling with the sound of hushed laughter and heavy breathing. After merely a minute of exertion, your lungs were burning, and you went limp beneath him, surrendering.

"Okay, okay! You win," you panted, smiling up at him.

Jongseob hovered over you, his hair messy and falling into his eyes. The playfulness in his gaze disappeared as he looked at you below him, hair framing your head like a halo.

He didn't say a word, just lowered his head and captured your lips again. It was deep and messy, his tongue sweeping into your mouth, tasting you as his hips pressed down, grinding against yours with a desperate friction that made you gasp into his mouth.

You gripped his shoulders as he relaxed deeper against you before deciding you wanted more control. You hooked your leg around his and flipped your positions, pinning him to the mattress.

Jongseob let out a surprised huff of air, looking up at you with wide, glassy eyes as you straddled his waist. You smiled down at him, feeling powerful, and reached for the hem of your t-shirt. He followed your hands, entranced, as you pulled the fabric up and over your head, tossing it carelessly onto the floor.

When you looked back down, the earlier confidence was gone, replaced by the sweet, shy boy you adored. A furious blush was spreading across his cheeks and down his neck as he looked at your bare chest. You loved how, even after all the times you’d been together like this, he still got so shy with you.

"You're so cute," you whispered. You reached down, grabbing both of his hands. You interlaced your fingers with his, pinning his knuckles against the mattress on either side of his head to steady yourself.

Then, you began to move. You rolled your hips, grinding the seam of your jeans against the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

A broken cry escaped his throat, his head tipping back into the pillow. He whimpered, the sound vibrating through his chest and straight to between your legs.

"Do you like that?" you murmured, increasing the pressure.

He couldn't form words, only nodding frantically. He freed one of his hands from your grip, not to push you away, but to pull himself up.

He sat up, wrapping his arms tight around your waist, and buried his face in your chest. You sighed, letting your head fall back as you felt his hot mouth attach to your nipple.

He suckled eagerly, his tongue swirling against the sensitive nub while his hands kneaded your waist.

"Fuck Jongseob. Feels so good."

You reached out, tangling your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, guiding him closer as you continued to rock your hips against him, the friction of the denim almost unbearable but so painfully good.

You could feel him pulsing below you and just as you were about to reach for the button of his pants, the sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the apartment.

You both froze. Jongseob’s mouth detached from your skin with a soft pop, his eyes wide with panic.

"Jongseob! I'm home!"

Jiung.

The sheer terror that flooded Jongseob’s face would have been funny if your heart wasn't hammering against your ribs. You snapped into action, scrambling off his lap.

"Where the fuck is my shirt!" you hissed, scanning the floor. You grabbed the garment and shoved your arms through the holes, trying to pull it down, but in your panic, your head got stuck in the neck hole. "Help!"

"Shh!" Jongseob scrambled off the bed, his hands shaking as he yanked the fabric down over your head.

Footsteps were thumping down the hallway. "Seob? You in there?"

You didn't have time to think. With a frantic look at Jongseob, you dropped to the floor and rolled behind the bed, squeezing yourself between the mattress and the wall just as the doorknob turned.

Jongseob threw himself back onto the bed, sitting cross-legged against the headboard. He grabbed the nearest pillow and slammed it over his lap to hide the very obvious boner in his pants.

The door creaked open.

"Hey," Jiung said, stepping into the room. He stopped, looking at the younger member.

Jongseob was sitting rigid as a board. His face was bright red, his hair was sticking up in every direction, his lips were swollen, and there was a sheen of sweat on his forehead.

"Uh, hey hyung," Jongseob squeaked, his voice cracking.

Jiung blinked, looking around the room before his eyes landed back on Jongseob’s flushed face and the pillow clutching tightly to his midsection. "Are you okay? Why are you sitting like that?"

"No reason," Jongseob said quickly. "Just chilling. You know. Relaxing."

From your spot on the floor, you pressed your hand over your mouth to stifle a snort.

Jiung’s eyebrows shot up. He looked at the messy bedsheets, then back at Jongseob’s flustered state. A look of dawn-breaking realization crossed his face. He clearly thought he had walked in on a very private solo moment.

"Oh," Jiung said, his voice dropping to an awkward, sympathetic tone. He cleared his throat, looking at the floor. "Right. Uh... sorry for barging in."

"It's not—" Jongseob started, but Jiung cut him off, trying to be a supportive older brother.

"No, no, it's fine. It's totally normal," Jiung said, inching back toward the door. "Healthy, even. Guys... have needs. I get it."

"Hyung, no!" Jongseob groaned, his face burying itself in his hands. "I wasn't doing that!"

"Sheesh, okay, don't get defensive," Jiung held up his hands in surrender. "I'm leaving! Just... lock the door next time."

Jiung closed the door with a final click.

For three seconds, there was total silence. Then, you let out the breath you were holding, which immediately turned into a muffled fit of laughter. You pulled yourself up from behind the bed, tears pricking your eyes.

Jongseob lowered his hands from his face. He looked absolutely mortified. "Stop laughing! It's not funny!"

"It is!" you wheezed, climbing back onto the bed. "He thinks you were jerking off!"

"Little does he know I was trying to fuck his sister, god I hate everything," Jongseob mumbled. He flopped down onto his side, turning his back to you and pouting aggressively.

You giggled, crawling over the covers to spoon him from behind. You wrapped your arm around his waist, pressing your chest against his back. "Aww, don't pout, baby. I'm sorry."

He didn't answer, but he didn't push you away either.

"He's gone to his room now," you whispered, pressing a kiss to the back of his neck. You felt him shudder. You trailed your lips down to the sensitive where his neck met his shoulder, your hand slowly drifting down his stomach.

When your fingers brushed the waistband of his sweatpants and the hardness still straining beneath them, his hand shot down to stop yours.

"Your brother's outside." he hissed, though his voice lacked any real authority.

"I don't care," you murmured against his skin, nipping lightly at his earlobe. "I want to finish what we started."

Jongseob hesitated. You knew he could never really deny you, especially not when he was already this worked up. His grip on your hand loosened, his resistance melting away under your touch.

"Fine." he breathed out, turning his head slightly to look at you with dark, heavy eyes.

౨ৎ theo

butterfly, facesitting

you can’t convince me that taeyang isn’t a lover of women’s legs. whether their height is accentuated with red stiletto heels, or they are covered with fishnet stockings, he’s always had a secret affection for legs. in the butterfly position, he’s able to slam into you at whatever pace he likes, whilst your legs are hoisted up in the air, making them so easily accessible to his wet kisses. just imagine theo pounding into your heat and keeping eye contact with you as he kisses up your leg… oh and we all know theo is a munch. would love having your pussy sat on his face even more than you :P

౨ৎ jiung

missionary, spooning

a sucker for eye contact and sweet intimacy. jiung is nothing but a service top—if you exclude the time he got jealous of the attention you got at a party he dragged you to and fucked you mercilessly in his backseat—so it goes without saying that he’d love fucking into you in missionary. allows him to really look at you and hear your every hitched breath. tucks his head into your neck and groans when he’s coming in you, and the scent of your hair eases him back onto earth. ji also loves spoon fucking you when you both are sleepy but still want to be intimate .. the closeness of it makes him insane. grunts a lot into your ear and plants kisses on the back of your neck :3

౨ৎ intak

doggy style, reverse cowgirl

intak’s favorite positions have gotta be the most obvious. being true to his puppy-self, he almost always has you in doggy style, with tak standing up with his feet planted on the floor, and your ass up on the edge of the bed. the way your ass jiggles every time he plows into your pussy only makes him more desperate… oh and he loves to fold into you, with his chest leaning over your frame when he’s about to come. if he’s feeling more needy, he’s begging you to ride his dick in reverse cowgirl—and yes, his hands will always find home on your ass

౨ৎ soul

against the wall (no idea what this is called), 69

loves feeling in control, and being desperate and messy really gets him going… i can’t not fantasize about shota fucking you against a wall, maybe even his dorm room door. whether he’s eating you out against it, or has you lifted into the air, with him bouncing you up and down his length.. he lovessss the dirty feeling of fucking you somewhere a little more untraditional than a bed. and of course, 69 with shota is something i’ve mentioned before.. but i genuinely think he’d be so enthusiastic about it. would make silly “who’ll cum faster” competitions out of it too :O

౨ৎ jongseob

cowgirl, g-whiz

oh jongseob loves a good ride, loves the view of your head thrown back, cunny gushing against his dick, and tits jiggling in front of his face. would beg you to ride him nearly every time the pair of you decide to have sex.. he’s just obsessed with it. his favorite thing to do when your riding him cowgirl style is to grab at your hips and plow up into you, and your surprised reaction makes him laugh out loud every time. when he’s wanting to be a bit more in control, he pushes you onto your back and crawls on top of you, grabbing your legs and propping them up onto his shoulders, the heavenly position making both of your eyes roll back from how deep he feels inside…. i’m fucking crazy

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"I mean yeah life has been pretty calm lately especially because of our break—"

Keeho rolled his eyes dramatically. "No, Seob. I mean your sex life. How is it in the bedroom?"

The color drained from Jongseob’s face, only to come rushing back in a furious shade of red. He cleared his throat aggressively, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Oh. That. It’s... it’s good too."

Keeho stared at him, silence stretching between them as he waited for him to continue.

Jongseob fidgeted. "What?"

"That's it? Just 'good'?" Keeho pressed, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes! It's just great, okay?" Jongseob snapped, his voice cracking slightly. "I don't know what you're expecting me to say!"

Keeho let out a loud, cooing noise, his face scrunching up in delight. "Aww, look at you! You’re being so awkward and cute!" He reached out, his fingers pinching toward Jongseob’s burning cheek.

He slapped Keeho’s hand away with a scowl. "Don't touch me."

Keeho laughed, rubbing his hand, but then his expression sharpened. "Seriously though, you don't have to be embarrassed talking about it with me. I’m just looking out for you." He paused, looking at Jongseob critically. "Are you treating her right? Doing everything you should be doing?"

Jongseob frowned, confused. "I.. I think—"

"What do you mean you think," Keeho cut him off bluntly. "I mean, do you go down on her? You know, do you eat her out?"

The studio went dead silent. Jongseob’s mouth opened, then closed. He looked at the floor, then back up to the wall just past Keeho's shoulder, unable to look directly at him. Eventually he shook his head.

"WHAT?" Keeho practically shrieked, standing up. "You haven't eaten her out yet? How long have you been dating?"

"It’s not like that!" Jongseob said quickly, feeling defensive. "You know how she is! She’s... the dominant one. She’s usually controlling what’s happening! Plus she never asked me to do it, so I just thought—"

Keeho face-palmed so hard Jongseob flinched at the sound. He dragged his hand down his face, looking at Jongseob like he was a lost puppy.

"Seob, listen to me very carefully. Just because she’s more dominant doesn't mean you shouldn't do those things. And of course she’s not going to ask every single time; even dominant girls like when the guy shows initiative sometimes."

Jongseob crossed his arms, now sulky. "But if she wanted it, she’d say so."

"Wrong," Keeho corrected, wagging a finger. "Girls don't want to have to tell you what to do, they just want you to know. It shows you’re devoted. It shows you want to make her feel good without getting anything in return immediately. Trust me." He smirked, that arrogant, know-it-all look taking over his face.

Jongseob was officially annoyed. He grabbed his notebook, ready to storm out. "Okay, fine. Let's hear how you're so good at it then!" he exclaimed, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm glad you asked. First, you can't just dive in. You have to tease her. Use your tongue, but not too hard. And listen to her. Her breathing, those little sounds... they'll tell you everything."

Jongseob would never admit it, but he's taking note of everything in his head.

"And don't stop until her legs are shaking and she's pulling your hair or begging you to stop, whichever comes first. And if she’s dominant, she might try to guide you or tell you what to do which is completely okay! My secret is to press down on her stomach halfway through and just focus on the clit, flick it, really fast and light on her—"

Jongseob felt his ears burning hotter than the sun. He stood up abruptly, shoving his notebook closed. "Okay! That’s enough! I’m leaving. I have actual work to do."

"Wait, I wasn't finished giving you the technique!" Keeho called out.

"I'm not listening!" Jongseob grumbled, turning his back and marching toward the door.

He swung it open, desperate for fresh air, but just as he stepped out into the hallway, he heard Keeho’s voice echo from inside the room, loud and smug.

"You're gonna thank me later!"

—

He doesn't remember making the conscious decision to come here, but there he was standing in front of your door waiting for you to open it.

When you do, and your eyes land on him, they widen. "Seob? You’re here already?" You glanced at the watch on your wrist, stunned. "You're like... five hours early."

"Yeah," he mumbled, stepping inside as you moved aside to let him in. "Schedule ended early." It was a half-truth. He had practically fled the building to escape Keeho’s stupid face.

You weren't complaining, though. A bright smile lit up your face as you pulled him into a hug. "Well, I'm glad. I was just about to start that new drama I told you about. Now we can binge the whole thing together."

A few hours later, you were three episodes in, completely engrossed in the storyline. You were nestled comfortably on the couch, Jongseob’s arm wrapped securely around your shoulders, tucking you into his side. It was so painfully domestic and peaceful, a sharp contrast to his thoughts.

"You have to initiate it... She’s not going to ask every single time..."

Keeho’s voice was like a broken record in his head, drowning out the dialogue coming from the TV. Jongseob shifted slightly, trying to get comfortable, but it was impossible. You were so close. You smelled like vanilla and your hair was so soft against his neck, and he felt like he was going crazy.

He glanced down at you. From this angle, with your head resting against his chest, his eyes naturally dipped lower. You were wearing a tank top and the way you were leaning gave him a clear view down the front—

Jongseob swallowed hard. He forced his eyes away, staring aggressively at a plant in the corner of the room, trying to think of anything but you.

But then, you moved.

Subconsciously seeking comfort, your hand slid down from his thigh to settle on his knee. You began to stroke it lovingly with your thumb, a slow, rhythmic motion that you probably didn't even realize you were doing.

Jongseob stopped breathing.

The sensation sent a jolt of electricity straight up his leg. His heart began to hammer against his ribs, picking up speed until he was sure you could hear it over the drama.

A heavy, unmistakable heat began to pool low in his stomach, blood rushing down his body quickly. It wasn't long before he felt himself twitch inside his jeans, the fabric suddenly feeling way too tight and restrictive.

He shifted his hips, squirming subtly to try and alleviate the uncomfortable friction.

You felt the movement and tilted your head back to look up at him. "Seob? You okay?"

Jongseob froze, his face flushing a deep, violent crimson. He couldn't look you in the eye. "I—Yeah. I'm fine."

You weren't convinced. You sat up, pulling away from his side to get a better look at him. You grabbed the remote and paused the drama.

"Your face is really red," you said, your voice laced with concern. You reached out, pressing the back of your hand against his burning cheek, then his forehead. "You're really warm. Are you sick? Did you work too hard today?"

Jongseob shook his head rapidly, his eyes darting between your lips and your eyes. "No, no, I'm not sick."

"Oh..." You pulled your hand back slightly, looking confused. "Then what's wrong? You seem really tense."

He didn't answer, all he could do was look at you. You looked so pretty, so concerned for him, and completely unaware of the turmoil he was facing. Keeho's advice surged forward again. Show a little initiative.

Jongseob’s gaze dropped to your lips. The nervousness was still there, trembling in his hands, but the need was stronger.

He didn't say anything. Instead, he inched forward until his breath ghosted over your skin.

"Need to kiss you so bad..." he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, breathless and desperate.

Before you could even process the sudden shift in his demeanor, he leaned in the rest of the way, pressing his lips firmly against yours.

His lips moving against yours with a hunger you hadn’t seen in him before. You melted into it for a moment, surprised by his intensity, before your natural instincts kicked in. You pulled back just an inch, a smirk playing on your lips as you looked at his flushed face.

"Is that why you were blushing, Seobie?" you teased, your voice husky. "You wanted to kiss me that badly?"

A small noise escaped him and you quickly swallowed the sound with another kiss. Your hands moved to his chest, pushing firmly against him, intending to guide him down onto his back so you could straddle him like you usually did.

But he didn't budge.

Instead, his hands shot out, gripping your hips with surprising strength. You gasped as he slipped your body beneath his, reversing your positions instantly. You landed softly against the cushions, eyes wide with shock.

Jongseob didn't stop there. He grabbed your wrists, pressing your hands into the couch above your head. His breath was hot against your skin as his lips trailed away from your mouth, grazing down your jawline to find the sensitive spot on your neck.

"Seob..." you breathed out, your heart hammering against your ribs. "What's all this?"

He paused against your pulse point, inhaling your scent shakily. "I want to take care of you."

Your heart jolted at the sheer determination in his voice. He lifted his head, his bangs falling into his eyes as he locked his gaze with yours.

"Please," he whispered, searching your eyes for approval. "Please let me take care of you."

Even in this moment of dominance, his submissive nature poked through, needing your permission, needing to know he was being good.

You nodded, unable to find your voice.

Taking that as his cue, Jongseob released your hands, though you didn't move them. He began to trail kisses down your body, moving lower and lower. He shifted, settling himself perfectly between your legs on the couch.

When he reached the waistband of your pajama pants, he paused and looked up at you again, maintaining eye contact as he pressed a soft kiss to your lower tummy.

You snaked a hand into his hair, your fingers tangling in the strand, giving a tug of approval.

He pulled the fabric down slowly, revealing your cute panties and suddenly, his confidence falters.

He wanted nothing more than to be good for you, to please you, but the fear of messing up clawed at his throat.

Almost as if you could read his mind, you whispered, "You're doing so good, Seobie. Making me feel so good."

The praise was like fuel. His shoulders relaxed, and a new wave of confidence washed over him. He hooked his hands under your thighs, lifting them slightly as he lowered his head, pressing a sweet, firm kiss right above where your clit is.

Your back arched off the couch reflexively, a ragged breath escaping you.

Jongseob recalled Keeho's advice. Don't just dive in. Tease her. Listen to her breathing.

Jongseob nudged your legs wider apart, settling deeper into the space between them. With shaky hands, he finally hooked his fingers into the sides of your panties and slid them down your thighs, discarding them to the floor so nothing stood between him and you.

He paused for a second just to take you in, his breath fanning hot over your sensitive skin, letting you feel his anticipation.

The first touch of his tongue was hesitant, a shy, broad stroke from bottom to top that made your breath hitch in your throat. He tasted you slowly, savoring the sweetness, his hands gripping your thighs to steady himself. He took his time exploring the folds of your skin with deliberate licks, seemingly fascinated by every inch of you.

You let out a shaky exhale, your fingers tightening in his hair. "Seob..."

Hearing his name on your lips spurred him on. He grew bolder, the tip of his tongue flickering out to tease your clit lightly before swirling away again. It was maddening in the best way. He was teasing you, just like he’d been told, but there was a genuine curiosity to it, a desire to map out exactly what made you twitch.

He found his rhythm slowly. He began to bob his head, his tongue flattening out to provide more pressure.

The wet, slick sounds of his mouth against you filled the quiet room, mixing with your ragged breathing.

"That’s it, Fuuuuck Jongseob...," you gasped, your hips lifting involuntarily off the cushion to meet his mouth. "Right there."

Jongseob hummed against you, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through your body.

He focused his attention where you wanted it, circling your clit over and over again. He was listening to your body, feeling the way your thighs tensed under his palms, hearing the way your breath turned into short, sharp pants.

He was learning that he also had power over you. Every flick of his tongue made you unravel a little more, and the realization made him more and more excited.

But he needed even more.

Without stopping, he slid his hands from your thighs up to your stomach, pressing onto you firmly as he increased his pace. His tongue travelled down to poke at your entrance as his nose brushed your clit, and the double stimulation had you crying out, your head falling back against the armrest. "That's it.. that's my good boy.."

His tongue traveled back up at the praise. He started to suckle softly, his tongue swirling around it relentlessly.

The sensation was overwhelming, and he had to hold you down harder as your hips began to rut up into his face.

You reached down, your hand finding the back of his head again as you guided him further against you, needing more friction.

Jongseob didn't resist. He let you control the depth, his compliance shining through sweetly. He gave you everything you asked for, his jaw working tirelessly, his tongue stiffening to give you the pressure you needed to tip over the edge.

"Mngh," you whimpered, your tensing in waves. "Seob, I'm close!"

Hearing that, he abandoned all hesitation. He moved faster, harder, drinking down your cries as your hips fucked wildly against his mouth. He stayed right there with you, anchoring you through the searing pleasure until you finally broke apart, crying out his name as your climax wrecked through you.

He kept his mouth pressed to you through the aftershocks, soothing the oversensitive skin with soft, open-mouthed kisses, tasting the prize on his lips.

As your breathing slowly began to even out, leaving you floating in a hazy cloud of bliss, you reached down. Your legs felt like jelly, but your hands were steady as you cupped Jongseob’s face, guiding him upward.

He came willingly, crawling up your body until he was hovering over you again. His face was flushed a pretty shade of pink, his lips slick and swollen. You didn't give him a chance to speak as you pulled him down, capturing his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. You ran your tongue along his lips, licking him clean and tasting your own sweetness on him. It was a raw, possessive act that made him shudder against you.

You pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, your fingers tracing the shell of his ear. "Wow," you breathed, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "I didn't know you were that good at giving head, Seobie. That was amazing."

Jongseob ducked his head, a shy, pleased smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "It was my first time... I just really wanted to make you feel good."

He kissed you again before grabbing your hands. "Here," he murmured gently. He sat back on his heels and helped you sit up on the couch, his hands lingering on your waist, ever the attentive boyfriend.

As he shifted back to give you space, the dim light from the TV caught a dark, damp stain spreading across the crotch of his jeans.

You blinked, processing what you were seeing, and then you had to bite your lip to stop the grin threatening to take over your face.

"Jongseob," you started, your voice dancing with amusement. You pointed a finger at his lap. "Did you cum in your pants just from eating me out?"

Jongseob froze. He looked down slowly, following your gaze and when he saw the unmistakable wet patch soaking through the denim, his eyes went wide. He hadn't even realized it happened... he had been so completely consumed by the sight and sound of your pleasure, so focused on being good for you, that his body had just reacted on its own.

His face turned even redder. "I—I didn't—I mean, I—" He stammered helplessly, covering his face with his hands. "Oh my god."

You couldn't hold it back anymore. You started to giggle, the sound bubbling up from your chest. It was just too endearing.

"I can't believe it," you teased gently, reaching out to him. "You liked it that much?"

He made a muffled noise of despair behind his hands, looking like he wanted the couch to swallow him whole. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen.

"Come here, you big baby!" you laughed warmly.

You pulled him forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. Jongseob practically collapsed into you, burying his burning face in the crook of your neck to hide his embarrassment. You held him tight, stroking the back of his hair as he clung to you, his breathing hot against your skin.

In the back of his mind, annoyingly irritating and smug, the words echoed:

The second the curtain closes, it’s chaos. For your first photo you pull the ugliest faces you can muster, eyes crossed, mouths stretched wide. Theo laughs so hard he almost messes up the next one as you both turn toward each other with exaggerated looks of disgust.

By the third countdown, you reach out and smush his cheeks together, making his lips pucker dramatically. He lets out a series of muffled complaint, eyes wide with exaggerated annoyance.

And before he can react, you lean in and press your lips against his.

The flash catches the exact moment his expression melts, surprise giving way to a smile that’s way too fond for someone who was just complaining seconds ago.

Everything still feels new with Jiung as you both learn more and more about each other. You've been officially dating for a week and to celebrate, you guys decided to go to a local fair. 

You spot a cute little vintage photo booth and tug him towards it.

The first photo captures happy faces and hands resting on each other’s, fingers loosely intertwined, his thumb brushing over your knuckles without even realizing it.

For the second, you both pull silly faces, giggling quietly to each other as if you're exchanging your deepest secrets. He relaxes a little more after that, shoulders dropping, smile stretching wider.

Before the third flash, you gently grip his face and kiss his cheek.

His nose scrunches in shock, a wide, shy smile breaking across his face. His ears turn pink immediately. 

For the last photo, he leans in and kisses your cheek back, lingering just a second longer than necessary as you both smile like idiots.

The booth is tiny and cramped so Intak doesn't hesitate to pull you onto his lap. Your stomach fills with butterflies as he holds your waist in his hands. You had only been together a few weeks so the giddy feeling was still fresh and new.

You wrap your own hand around his shoulder, hand sneaking into the hair at the base of his neck as you both smile for the picture.

For the second, you turn to face him fully and his is grin falters, eyes darkening slightly, attention completely on you. The flash goes off as you both stare into each other's eyes.

By the third photo, your faces are inches apart. You lean in close enough that your parted lips almost brush. You can feel him inch forward, breath hitching, before you tug him back by his hair, laughing gently at his eagerness.

You finally kiss him for the last picture and his hands tighten around you, not yet ready to let you go.

Soul wraps both his arms completely around your front the moment you sit down. He presses close, pretending to bite your head, making you laugh so hard you almost miss the first picture.

As you tilt your head back against him, you turn just enough for your noses to brush. The moment feels intimate despite the noise outside. On impulse, you lean forward and peck his nose.

He blinks, stunned for half a second by both you and the flash, and he grins happily. For the last photo, he leans in and presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, gentle and almost hesitant, to test the waters since you've only known each other for a short while. You welcome it with a shy grin.

He stays wrapped around you afterward, forehead resting against yours as you blush wildly beside him. 

You and Jongseob had decided to visit the amusement park out of boredom one day. You had also coincidentally decided that day would be the day you confessed your feelings to him after holding them in for so long.

As the curtain closes next to you and you get ready for the first pose, your heart picks up as the idea forms in your head. 

You throw up peace signs with pouty lips, your shoulders brushing. 

Before you could back down, you decide to get it over with. As soon as the timer reaches 3, you turn with a racing heart and kiss him quickly, like ripping off a bandaid.

The flash snaps him out of his surprise and frozen shock, cheeks blooming red. “Wait—” he starts as he processes that you like him back. 

"Jongseob-" you barely let his name slip when he turns to you fully, hands cupping your face to smash his lips against yours.

Authors note: This is highkey dogshit but I'm sure someone will read it...

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KEEHO — GIRL DAD

he swears he’ll be chill but he’s actually the most dramatic father alive. if his daughter cries? he’s crying. if she laughs? he’s laughing harder than her. he’s the “we’re matching outfits today because i said so” dad. he also teaches her confidence like it’s second nature. “speak up, baby. the world listens when you talk.” he’ll have five thousand photos of her in his camera roll and calls her his “little president.” has one kid but swears he could raise ten more.

THEO — BOTH

very balanced dad energy. he’s gentle, calm, patient… the type to fall asleep with a toddler on his chest and not move for hours so they stay comfy. he cooks for them, packs lunches, ties shoes, braids hair with surprising skill. he takes them on little walks to talk about life even though they’re like… four and six. he’s strict in a loving way, but his kids run to him first when they’re scared. safe dad energy.

JIUNG — GIRL DAD total girl dad but he thinks he’s a boy dad at first. the universe gives him a daughter and he melts instantly. she wraps one tiny hand around his finger and he’s a changed man. he cries dropping her off at preschool. he buys her glitter everything. he lets her put makeup on him—full glam. he’s the dad who carries her on his shoulders everywhere. he records every milestone and makes little documentary-style videos about her life. huge softie.

INTAK — BOY DAD

mini best friend energy. they’re literally twins. same laugh, same energy, same chaos. he teaches his son dance routines and they perform for you in the living room like it’s the grammys. accidentally encourages mischief because he laughs instead of scolding. “baby, don’t climb that—WAIT NOT LIKE—okay well he stuck the landing.” once he becomes a dad he wants like three kids because he thinks it’s the most fun thing in the world.

SOUL — BOTH

he ends up with two kids—one of each—and they cling to him like baby koalas. he doesn’t talk much but kids get him instantly. he draws with them for hours, builds lego sets, teaches them how to express themselves without words. they copy his facial expressions and walk behind him in a little line. very gentle dad, very warm, very observant. he knows when they’re overwhelmed before they even say anything. they also copy soul's alien noises & you pretend it annoys you; but in all reality, you think it's the cutest thing ever.

JONGSEOB — GIRL DAD

she OWNS him. like fully owns his entire soul. you ask him to discipline her and he just looks at you helplessly like “but she looked at me🥺.” he teaches her music from a young age and she ends up tapping beats on everything. he writes a whole song about her and cries showing it to you. she sits in his studio wearing giant headphones and he calls her “my tiny producer.” he swears he only wants one kid but ends up wanting another because he loves being a dad too much.

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