writer & hopeless romantic

maybe it’s the way you’re looking at him with such bright eyes when you ask him so innocently to do something so dirty but it makes his cock throb in his sweatpants at just the suggestion. “pretty please?”

anzai can’t bring himself to say no to you, who was patiently waiting with such a cute expression melted onto your features — it was as if you knew you were his weakness.

his cheeks are aflame when he finally nods, turning away from you to calm the rush of excitement that runs down the length of his spine. a quiet laugh bubbles out of you at his reaction, seemingly aware of the reason why.

despite his initial hesitance, he follows you all the way to your bedroom, your intoxicating perfumed scent growing stronger with each step you take deeper into your apartment. once you pass the threshold of your bedroom, you make it seem easy as you guide him to your bed smoothly, pushing him down to sit on the edge.

with a cheeky grin, you take out a variety of control tools (gifted by his mother); nail protectors, handcuffs, and an adjustable eye mask. you watch how his expression twists into one of his variations of shyness and it only encourages you to tease him a little.

“you’re so cute when you blush.” he’s about to retort when you interrupt him by pressing a gentle kiss to his plush lips, momentarily distracting him from his earlier bashfulness. you’re standing between his legs now, neck bent down to deepen the kiss, which evolves into eager open mouthed kisses, forcing a whine from anzai’s throat.

it wasn’t the first time when a seemingly innocent kiss turned desperate and passionate but it was the first time anzai let’s your hands wander over the expanse of his chest without pulling away from your touch immediately.

“(y/n)…” it’s whimpered breathlessly against your lips, making you pull away, only slightly just so you can see the way his lips are puffy and red and begging for more attention. it makes your lips quirk into a small smile in satisfaction. you hum out a noise of acknowledgment, as your hands come up to run through his hair at the nape of his neck.

burning with need, anzai manages to push down the last of his embarrassment as he finally gives into his desire. “let’s put on the control tools before we do anything else.”

he’s shirtless and handcuffed now, eyes half-lidded as he carefully watches your every movement through the eye mask. your hands move to your chest, playing with the buttons of your shirt when you hear his sharp intake of breath. you look at him through your lashes, slowly undoing each button seamlessly, despite the way your heart is thumping in your chest.

when you pull the shirt off your shoulders, you direct your attention to unzipping your skirt. making sure he gets a good view of your body when it finally drops to the floor. clad now in only your bra and underwear in front of anzai, you can’t help the way insecurity bubbles to the forefront of your mind.

anzai immediately notices the way you seem to shy away from his intense gaze, “you are breathtaking, baby.” your cheeks heat up at the comment, the attention making your stomach churn with nervousness. “you turn me on so much,” he starts, his own cheeks becoming full of colour. “look at what you do to me.” he nods down to his lap, where his cock was straining against his sweatpants, begging to be released from it’s constraints.

“oh yuuki,” your heart squeezes in your chest while butterflies swarm your stomach simultaneously. you close the remaining distance between the two of you by sitting on his lap. anzai lifts his arms up to hold you in them, feeling your supple skin under his fingertips as he unclasps your bra.

“s—shit,” your ass pressing into his hardened dick making him stutter. “you’re so pretty.” he mumbles, completely enthralled by your beauty. a surprised moan falls from your lips when he leans down to lick your perked nipple, whining louder when he suckles on it.

your grind against him unconsciously, your pussy preaning when you feel anzai’s cockhead pressing into you. he moans against your tit, the vibration making you squeal in delight.

“we gotta stop—p.” you breathlessly whine; seeing how disheveled you are only makes him wanna keep going but he knows not to push his limits. “i wanna see you.” anzai reluctantly lets you get up from his lap, allowing you to see a small wet patch on his grey sweatpants that wasn’t there prior.

he tugs at his waistband and pushes the material of his pants and underwear down all at once, letting his fully hardened member hit his stomach. pre-cum leaking from his reddened tip as he watches the way your eyes widen and cheeks burn. “you’re so big, yuuki.”

anzai forces himself to close his eyes for a moment to think of anything but what’s happening right now in an attempt to calm himself down. after a deep breath, he manages to open his eyes and tell you what he wants you to do, “get on the bed, baby.” you crawl onto the bed beside him, your breasts jiggling with your movements as you get comfy.

“now it’s my turn.” he feels a wave of heat overcome his body when you finally slip off your panties, allowing him to see the entirety of your naked figure for the first time. “your pussy is so cute.” overcome with embarrassment by his comment, anzai attempts to apologise, “ah— sorry. ‘m sorry, jus’ really excited.”

you find your hand following the curves of your body, a lazy smile pulling at your lips. “don’t worry about it, yuuki. just enjoy yourself,” you continue downward until your fingers reach your core, a soft gasp naturally falling from your lips as you start rubbing circles around your puffy clit. anzai immediately goes to touch his deprived member, letting out a relieved sigh when he wraps his fingers around his already slicked up shaft.

he instinctively tightens his grip around his cock, eagerly watching the way your fingers play with yourself so greedily. “i’ve been thinking about this for a while now.” you whine, face heated up as you continue your ministrations, slick gushing from your needy pussy from the lack of attention all this time.

“thinkin’ about what it would be like seeing you touch yourself,” you mewl, your cunt clenching as you catch his hands moving faster against his cock, making the shlap, shlap, shlap noise as his palm reaches the base of his dick. “thinkin’ about how dirty i am for wanting you to watch me while i play with my pussy,” at that, you push a finger into your little hole, gasping when you start to finger yourself.

“wanna touch me?” he’s panting at this point, short on breath, when he shakes his head stiffly. “i—i can’t.” his eyes beginning to shift from his once blue irises to his vampiric red and yellow ones.

you’re breathless as you ask, “do you need me to adjust the eye mask transparency?”

drunk seo-jun, who is a complete light weight. he cannot handle his alcohol at all. all it takes for him to be slurring his words is 3 shots of soju.

drunk seo-jun, who will somehow manage to get a score above 90 at karaoke. he has the most proud look on his face, “do i get a kiss for winning?” *hiccup* “only if you have some water first.”

drunk seo-jun, who may be good at karaoke but is horrendous at drinking games. he’s the type to be over confident and snarky until he loses. he’ll pout and skull the losing drink, wincing at the taste of all the different alcohol mixed together.

drunk seo-jun, who denies he’s drunk when you try to take the shot of soju he has away from him. “‘m fine, ‘m not drunk. i pinky swear.”

drunk seo-jun, who’s face (and neck) is completely flushed pink from the alcohol. he strips off his jacket complaining about how hot he is, but when you start to fan him in an attempt to cool him down he can’t help but laugh at how cute you are.

drunk seo-jun, who is super touchy-feely & clingy. he will be playing with your fingers and twirling strands of your hair with the most dopey smile you’ll ever see.

drunk seo-jun, who will confess his feelings for you as if you aren’t already dating. “ou’re the prettiest girl ‘ve ever seen—i love you so much.”

drunk seo-jun, who poses whenever he notices you taking a photo of him and photo bombs any selfies you take. “‘his one’s cute, send it to me.” he’ll proceed to set it as his lock screen wallpaper.

drunk seo-jun, who looks at you with the same soft smile that makes your resolve melt. all of his friends tease him but he just shrugs it off with a grin, “have you seen her? ‘m so lucky.”

drunk seo-jun, who may be completely wasted but still manages to make sure no one hits on you. he’ll keep a protective arm around you at all times, a deep scowl etching itself onto his face when he notices some creep attempting to make a pass at you.

drunk seo-jun, who wants to make out with you non stop. you have to constantly remind him that you’re still in public, “babe, gimme a kiss.” he’ll ask and then say, “one’s not enough, gimme some more.” while holding you in his arms, keeping you from slipping out off his grasp.

drunk seo-jun, who finds everything funny. he can’t stop himself from laughing until tears start to form at the corners of his eyes.

drunk seo-jun, who gets shy if you start to get flirty with him even if he’s the one who’s been making moves on you all night.

drunk seo-jun, who loves picking you up and having you in his arms. you have to bribe him to get him to put you down and even then it doesn’t always work.

drunk seo-jun, who lives for gossip when he can barely see straight. he’ll quietly sit next to you with wide eyes as you spill on all the drama you’ve been told. he will gasp dramatically when you finally tell him, “so that’s why that happened.”

drunk seo-jun, who craves ramen on the way home and makes you stop at a convenience store so he can have a snack. “c’mon, please baby. i really, really need some ramen right now.” when he finally gets some, he would give you the first bite just so he can watch the way your expression lights up because of how delicious it is.

drunk seo-jun, who will sit as still as he can (wobbling side to side) as you help him get ready for bed. his eyes are closed as you cleanse his skin for him, he’ll tell you just how much he likes this. “your hands feel s’good~,”

drunk seo-jun, who gets really nauseous after his drinks and has to go outside for some cold air to clear his head. needs you to pat his back while whispering sweet-nothings to feel better.

your ringtone plays, a giddy smile pulling at your glossy lips as you answer, “hey baby, you on your way?” you adjust your dress in the reflection of mirror as you complete your final touches.

the deep sigh you hear makes you pause, “is everything okay?” worry suddenly bubbles in your stomach at the lack of a response. “seo-jun?”

“something came up at work so i have to stay late.” he finally admits, “sorry sweetheart, i was really looking forward to our date.”

your disappointment is evident in your voice when you reassure him, “oh—that’s okay. i wasn’t even ready yet.” you half-heartedly joke.

seo-jun is so unbelievably head over heels for you. it's difficult not to notice how his bad boy facade faulters in your presence.

because of that, he gets extremely jealous. he doesn’t care if you have friends that are boys but if they show any interest or attraction towards you then that’s when he gets annoyed. seo-jun would straight up corner them and question them about their motives and warn them to stay away from you.

you're the only girl he has eyes for. he essentially has hearts for eyes around you. his friends tease him mercilessly, only stopping whenever seo-jun threatens them. although, they can’t help but enjoy the sight of bad boy seo-jun folding whenever you even look in his direction.

despite their teasing, seo-jun’s friends always look out for you (even when seo-jun isn’t around to do it himself).

seo-jun is a fan of pda. he’s not ashamed to wrap an arm around your waist or shoulders, demand kisses (especially when no one’s looking), or holding your hand in his bigger one as you’re walking.

seeing you in his clothes makes him almost short circuit. he’ll pretend seeing you like that doesn’t make him nervous, when in fact it does and his pink cheeks give him away.

he's incredibly observant, so much so he can practically read your mind. it always surprises you when he easily figures out what you want to eat for lunch or how he manages to finishes your thought.

seo-jun loves spoiling you but gets insecure that he can’t buy you expensive things. he always tries to hide his shame when he hands you a little trinket as a gift but your lips stretch into a wide grin and smother him with kisses and numerous ‘thank you’s’ and ‘i love it’.

seo-jun will call you pretty, princess, baby, and even sweetheart in some instances. it always makes your cheeks flush and your heart thump against your ribcage.

he adores your smile. he'll try to playfully joke around with you just to hear your melodic laughter at his antics (which usually consists of him attempting to flirt while reciting horrible pick up lines). he'll do anything to see your pretty lips curl into a cute grin.

seo-jun would be very secretive about your relationship, not wanting to freak you out with how seriously he values you. little do you know he tells his mum (and gowoon) all about you since he knows you're the one for him. they ask him a million and one questions when he confesses, the conversation ending with him promising to bring you over to meet them. when the day finally arrives, his mum and gowoon absolutely adore you and tells you everything sappy seo-jun has told them about you.