#c:drabble1

"Easy, tiger." you giggled as you felt his lips pressing onto your neck, broken kisses and pants imprinted on your skin.

It was the high from the performance, the kind that made him look at you with a different light in his eyes, one that was akin to flames.

And it was the kind of fire that you were thrilled to see, one that you would have ignited yourself if it wasn't already there.

"You look so hot tonight," he spoke, words laced with pride, lust and love, overwhelmingly so and all you could do was hum in response, for the moment you opened your lips to speak, you were met with his. Open-mouthed and hot, you were almost embarrassed when he swallowed your whines with an obvious smirk on his face.

Letting your hands roam along his torso, feeling him up and down, it was your turn to smirk into the kiss when he groaned needily as you teased his lower half.

The back of your head met the wall as you pulled back slightly, not that the kiss was broken from the way he was still pressing onto you, but it granted you an access to speak, your lips brushing against his everytime you enunciated your words.

"Younghyun, someone could walk in on us..."

He sniggered, eyeing your swollen lips before swiping his tongue across his bottom lip, "So?"

"So you better be quick and I better be quiet?"

"See? You're fucking hot and fucking smart." he whispered as his wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you snug towards him and slipping one hand between your legs.

Your body strained against his hold, feeling him press his chest into yours, the bulge in his pants hard on your abdomen, and his hand inside your panties rubbing circles on your clit.

Thrashing involuntarily only caused him to press harder and rub harsher, accommodating to the way you were pushing your hips down, practically grinding on his hand, before exploding into a quivering mess above him with broken moans pressed onto his neck and chest.

Walking out with heavy steps, he casually greeted you with a groggy "G'morning," before standing behind you, running his hands along your hips, "You just got up?"

You chuckled at his sleepy expression, "No, I've been up for a while now."

He shook his head as he buried his face in your neck, "Hmm, my bed still smells like you," his hands roamed around your body, pulling you closer towards him, "-and it does something to me."

Your body tensed in anticipation as his hands continued exploring your body, sneaking in under your shirt. You squirmed slightly, exhaling a shaky breath everytime he massaged your sensitive spots.

When you started pushing yourself onto him, you heard him groan softly, before bringing his hand down and resting his arms in a hug around your waist. He placed a kiss on your left cheek before tucking his chin on your shoulder with his eyes closed. You relaxed, softening at his expression.

"Still sleepy?" you asked, ready to cuddle with him back to sleep.

"What are you thinking about?" you mused, fingers drawing random pattern across his torso.

"The future."

"Tell me more." you requested, shuffling closer to him as you readied yourself to indulge in his thoughts. It was a given that he had a way with words, but the rawness of his unfiltered thoughts had a different charm to it. A privilege you never failed to be grateful for.

"Would it be selfish for me to ask for a hint of normalcy one day?"

"What do you mean?"

"The line of work that I am in, of course I am grateful for it and would not trade it for anything. But I can't help but to feel that whatever choice I make in the future would render me a selfish person."

You were not quite sure you understood what exactly he was talking about, so you waited. Pressing your face deeper into his body reassuringly, you wrapped your arms tighter around his body.

"I just.. I wanna be a dad one day." he blurted out. "But it's such a selfish thought when I'm afraid of not being able to provide a normal, healthy environment for my child."

"Hey," you poked his side, making him tilt his head down to face you. “For what it’s worth, I think you’d be a great parent.”

The way his face lit up in a second made your heart skip a beat. "You really think so?"

"It's not about providing a problem-free environment for them, it's about how you deal with the problems, you know? And you are definitely one of the best at the whole making adjustments and trying your best."

"You're just saying that because you like me." He joked, a sheepish smile on his face.

"And I like you because I know what kind of a person you are."

"And what kind of a person am I exactly?" He leaned closer, smiling flirtatiously, nose brushing against your cheek.

"You're a lot of things. But right now," you let your eyes flit over his lips, "-you're the person I really wanna kiss."

Today it was the latter. It was you in his arms as he went through your social media profile on his phone. Admittedly there were some pieces of writings you posted that were sweet, but having him read it out to you teasingly, got you cringing in his arms.

"Since when do you post so much about the moon?"

Shrugging as a response, you questioned yourself too, "I guess since you always talk about it, it has rubbed on me as well."

"Moon posts, cat pictures, and even song lyrics, your page is starting to look like a pinterest board customized for me."

You sighed dramatically at the accusation, “Everything reminds me of you. It’s gross.”

Jae giggled as he placed his phone down, burying his face in your neck, "Well, what can I say, I'm irresistible."

You rolled your eyes playfully, shuffling closer to his hold, "Yeah, you are. I'm glad you're obsessed with me, though."

That was when you heard his voice, calling out your name, and you felt pathetic, with your hair wet and sticking to your face. The inability to come up with spoken words kicked in as he asked you if you needed temporary shelter and all you mustered was a soft nod.

His place was different from what you remembered, but the way his shirt felt on your body was still the same. He granted you the privacy to his room and bathroom as you changed and started the dryer, looking around and observing the changes, subconsciously thinking about what you had in the past.

There was a knock, him asking for permission to enter, and then you were both sitting next to each other on the edge of his bed.

You were just sitting but god, you swore it felt scandalous.

"You look good." you started. It was genuine, perhaps too raw for your liking but you said it nonetheless.

He smiled through his reply, "I've been good."

"I'm happy to hear that." you shivered, suddenly remembering the feeling of standing in wet clothes minutes ago, and he caught onto it.

"I'd make you a hot drink but I'd rather warm you up in a different way."

"Younghyun.."

He let out a small laugh, "I remember when you were mine, and I miss it.”

When you looked at each other, it was to search for hesitation in your eyes. When your fingertips finally met his skin, you both sighed in unison. When he pushed you down onto his bed, his soft grunts were still so familiar to you.

While you appreciated their company wholeheartedly, Younghyun was growing impatient. As you sat on the couch leaning into him, watching the boys battle it out in a series of console games, you felt his hands sneaking around and under your clothing.

Giving him a soft squeeze in warning, you cleared your throat as you shifted in his hold, to loosen his grip. Younghyun whined and held you tighter in response. Turning your head to face him, you pressed your lips close to his ear, "Calm down, the games almost over, they'll leave soon."

His 'Okay.' was delayed and full of reluctance but he seemed to be willing to wait a bit longer. It was when the game finally ended, but before he could say anything, they were already restarting the game for a 'Rematch round'.

You laughed awkwardly as you tightened your grip on his arm, "Maybe we wait one more round?"

All you got was a sigh, before he shook his head, "I don't have time for this."

Standing up from the couch, he walked to the television, snatching a controlled and pausing the game, "I have an announcement to make. I need you guys to leave."

"Huh, why?" the combined confusion from the boys only got him puffing his chest out.

"If you look behind you there's a person I wanna do things with."

A short pause in the conversation, and then they were quick to choke out apologies as they shuffled about to gather their stuffs and leave, thanking you for your hospitality.

"We have somewhere to be in a few hours. You need to get up now."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead, chuckling as he pressed his body closer towards you, “Why don’t you make me?”

"Okay."

He opened his eyes slightly, looking at you with a confused face, "Okay?" but when you snuck your hands down and into his pants, starting a gentle rhythm with your strokes, all he could mutter out was a broken "Oh."

With practiced ease, it wasn't long before he was fully hard in your hands, his hips thrusted into your grip a few times before he pulled your hands out, rolling on top of you and pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

"What time is it?"

You lazily looked to the bedside clock and shrugged, "We have time."

He pressed another kiss on your neck, his breath hot as he exhaled, "Didn't you say we had to get ready now?"

"I said you had to get up, not get ready." You teased back.

He laughed at that, "Aren't you a sneaky one? Well, I'm definitely up now. Got any idea what I should do?"

"Dowoon?"

Silence. And a slight stutter, "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

Another moment of silence. Hands on your eyes as you rubbed the sleep away in a haste, you spoke, “Were you moaning my name while you were getting off?”

Dowoon swallowed uncomfortably, his hand going rigid in his pants.

"I.. I had a dream."

Smirking, you turned to wrap your hand around his middle, "Really, what was it about?" Gently pushing his shirt up you followed the curvature of his veiny arm until your hand joined his, resting awkwardly inside his boxer.

"You were in it."

"Was I now?" You hummed as you pushed his hand away and started tracing his erection. "What was I doing?"

He sighed, feeling you stroking him, swallowing to continue speaking, "We were together, and you were on top of me, and it was so hot."

You pressed a kiss on his shoulder, pulling your hand out of the confinements of his pants and pulling yourself up to straddle him, eliciting a hiss out of his mouth when your clothed center brushed against his hard one.