#f:mild

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seungkwan has fooled around before, of course.

first, it had been the cute sophomore whose room was across his, just as the way the cul-de-sac in his dormitory neighborhood was mapped out. she’d laid the bait and he’d taken it, enamored by the swishes of her curtains in an attempt to get his attention. they made out in the second-floor bathroom of the arts department, the deserted alley in the library, and she’d snuck into his dorm when his roommate vernon was in the studio finishing up a project. second, it was his classmate who’d been paired up with him for a presentation and an essay, in which they’d spent more time all over each other in his bed than doing their work. seungkwan knew she’d had a crush on him since the beginning of the semester, and they’d even stayed in touch until she had to leave for her foreign exchange program. 

all his experience could not have prepared him for you.

“your place is adorable,” seungkwan whispers into his cup of hot chocolate, before setting the mug down on to the table. you taste the cocoa from his lips when he presses them against yours, playfully biting down on yours and laughing at the small moan that rips from your throat.

jihoon was the one who introduced you to him. he mentioned you as one of the younger students in his major who he’d been mentoring for the big competition this spring, and fate worked out in its own mysterious and wonderful ways when you’d signed up to be the piano player to help out during rehearsals for the winter musical. it started as an exchange of light banter and relaxed humming, together with tunes from an artist you found out you both liked. you told him you had pieces of vinyl of the artist back at home, and that you wanted to show them to him. he’d agreed.

you press your hand onto seungkwan’s nape to pull him any closer to you than he already is. his arm circles around your waist, pulling you down to lay on your sofa, him rising on top of you. your mouths are connected until you tug away first, in need of air. seungkwan’s eyes drop to your lips, now bright red like a ruby, glinting with gloss.

“you liked that?” his voice drops to a low rumble, which sends a tingling shiver down your spine. you cannot possibly get your chords to work, so you nod. he presses his forehead to yours, and he’s now so close you can count his lashes and your breath fans across his cheek.

“you want more?” his eyes darken, and you can’t take yours off of them.

“yeah,” you breathlessly reply, and you swear you see his lips quirk before he’s back to kissing you.

you stay there for what feels like ages. seungkwan’s lips feel like heaven as it skitters and sweeps across your jaw and collarbones, and you want to see and feel more. you tug at his shirt, clearly signaling what you want.

seungkwan only answers, “you first, kitten,” your kisses swallowing his words. you take a gulp of fresh air, heavily swallowing before you pinch the hem of your t-shirt and bring it up and over your head, revealing your bare torso.

seungkwan’s mouth scatters to your breasts, clamping on your nipples, traveling around them and down in between. you hiss when you feel his cold lips on your abdomen, your fingers tangling in his honey-blond hair.

his lips reach the waistband of your shorts, his fingers hooking on the belt loops. he looks up to meet your eyes, and it’s like a frog is caught in your throat. he tips his jaw to ask for permission, and you yours to grant it. he takes his time with the button and zippers, and a lifetime passes through as he finally tugs them down your legs, throwing them somewhere behind your sofa.

“this okay?” seungkwan softly asks, hands lightly running all over your thighs, inching closer to where you find it needs his touch most.

“mmhmm,” you nod, leaning on your elbows, neck straining, so you can see him where he’s nearly below you. “j-just,” you raise your voice unconsciously, almost as if on edge and nearly bursting at the seams, “take it easy. it’s m-my first time.”

seungkwan quirks a brow.

“first time, kitten? first time in first base, or, all the way?”

one of your hands travels down to link with his, your fingers interlocking with his. he sends you a reassuring squeeze from the hold of your hands. “just all the way. i’ve only fooled around, is all.”

he nods, pressing open-mouthed kisses on the inner part of your thighs. “how’d you like it?”

you shake your head. “you’re way better than them.”

seungkwan scoffs. “damn right i am,” he mutters, bringing his lips down to your clothed heat. he presses his lips then his tongue to the damp spot, making you whimper, your head tipping back.

he pushes your thighs further apart and tuts at you when you unconsciously try to keep them together out of shyness. he eats you out so languidly you would’ve thought he was nibbling on a sugar cane or pack of bubble gum, savoring your taste.

seungkwan feels your hands come up to his blond tufts of hair, softly caressing them at times, twirling his locks between your fingers. he keeps his eyes on you, watching your every expression and finding delight in how your hair splays all over your head on the pillow, your eyes shut from the pleasure and the soft moans tumbling from your lips.

“everything okay, kitten?” he asks for assurance, and you nod fervently, instantly begging for more.

“my pleasure, kitten,” he mumbles with finality, returning to your cunt with a newfound fervor, determined to make you see stars with his tongue.

see the stars you do when you’re finally met with your orgasm. you don’t even sense seungkwan interlocking his fingers to yours as he keeps eating you out to ride you through your orgasm, and seungkwan is awfully hard as he watches your chest heave and tremble like a leaf.

seungkwan straightens up and comes to wrap by your side as you return to a regular breathing pace. his hair softly pats your hair, traveling to your neck and expanse of your back.

you raise your jaw up, meeting seungkwan’s dove brown eyes. he softly smiles at you, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“still want more?”

“y-yes, please.”

“come and have it then, kitten.”

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your head starts to pound when your eyes face the early morning sunlight. something heavy circles around your waist.

it feels like your joints have been locked into place as you try to get up from under the covers. you keep your groan in as you rub the sleep and the ache from your eyes, and seungcheol’s arm falls to the bed with a cushioned thud due to your departure from his hold.

you manage to trudge into the bathroom and nearly knock the cup holding your toothbrush over, though your reflexes– quick for a hungover morning like this one– catches it before it clatters against the sink, which would definitely have gotten seungcheol up.

when you return to the bedroom seungcheol has one arm bent, palm sandwiched between his head and the pillow he lays on. he still has his eyes closed, still has his arm on your side of the bed. you accidentally stumble on his house slippers and you groan at the pain that shoots through your toes to your calves. you settle back on the bed with a loud grunt, hand slamming on the nightstand in an attempt to find your phone.

“we are never going drinking on a weekday ever again,” you grumble, eventually finding the little device drowning amidst your covers. you actually woke up around the same time as you would before you have to leave for work, years of routine settling into your muscles. seungcheol seems glued to the mattress, only rolling over for his arm to return to its position around your bare tummy, chasing for the warmth you provide. he presses light kisses to your hips, the line of your body, spelling out good morning before settling behind you.

“you didn’t seem to share the same sentiment last night,” he retorts, fingers leaving light trails on your body. he knows you need to get up again to get ready for work, but on days like this, he knows you won’t be able to resist the warm beckoning of your bed and his touch.

when you attempt to push yourself off of the mattress to get to your closet seungcheol lets out a whine, tightening his hold around your waist, acting as a seatbelt. you sigh, already knowing what seungcheol is planning to do, and you’re already close to caving. you’d much rather stay home than face your job, leaning much more towards the idea of staying in bed and nursing this bitch of a hangover. you’ll have to complain at soonyoung for shoving you too many tequila shots last night.

“cheol,” you try to speak, interrupted by seungcheol’s little nips on your shoulder, now having fully risen to a sitting position. his bare chest cushions your back, and you shudder at the burning feeling that envelops your whole body of your skin pressed against his. “i need to go to work.”

“mmm,” he hums, obviously intending on doing the opposite of what you’re asking him. “the company won’t die just because you ditch one day,” he whispers right into your ear, his breath warm and tickling

“yes, but i will under the hands of my boss if i do,” your hands travel to behind you, weaving your fingers into seungcheol’s black tresses, pressing him closer to you as he continues his ministrations along your jaw and neck.

“she’ll have to get over my dead body,” he takes the final blow, moving backwards so he can turn you around, letting you lay on the mattress again. he moves up to kiss the corner of your mouth, hands pushing you down, not that you’re showing any resistance. you quickly melt against his kisses, letting out the soft moans that drive seungcheol crazy. you can’t let out any more excuses, not that seungcheol’s allowing you to with the way he has your lips locked with his, tongues knotting with each other.

his fingers travel to the waistband of your underwear, his lips now making their way to your breasts, biting and tugging on your nipples, before he settles right above your clothed clit after skimming through your tummy and hips. if your muscles felt like swimming in molasses earlier then it’s all melted off into soft waves, the way seungcheol’s touch has always made you feel.

seungcheol tugs off your underwear that are already soiled from how worked up you are. he takes his fingertips, languidly dragging them on your sensitive skin, collecting the wetness that’s amassed on your sex, gushing to the inner parts of your thighs as well. he slowly pushes one digit in, lips stretching into a satisfied smirk as you let out a gasp and a whine at the feeling.

he slowly pumps before he adds another finger. his lips ghost over your clit, tongue skittish as he gives kitten licks to your pussy. the added instrument works in tandem with his digits towards your ultimate demise, and you can only surrender to the feeling.

you don’t seem like you’ll last long, head already slowly thrashing to the side, hips rising from the mattress as you chase after his fingers. all it takes is a choppy, “pl-please–ah!– s-seungcheol,” dropping from your lips before he retracts. he slips his cock from his briefs, cursing under his breath at the contact when his palm wraps around his length.

you push yourself up, on your elbows, as you watch seungcheol prepare himself. he fleetingly remembers to grab a condom, rummaging around in the nightstand drawer, fingers hurriedly tearing open one of the foil packages, wrapping himself up. then he inches closer to you before he pushes in in one quick thrust.

he manages a few more pumps before you give in to the feeling and lay back down on the bed, hair splayed out against the pillows. seungcheol thinks you’re always beautiful, but he can’t and won’t ever get enough of how angelic you look especially right now, chest bouncing as he slowly pounds into you, mouth open and letting out moans, soft from your unused throat in the mornings.

it’s great, but it’s not enough. he quickly slips out, relishing in the whine you let out when you feel empty again, but he grabs you by the waist and turns you around, lifting you by your hips and bending you by your knees. as he reenters you, it doesn’t take him long until he pushes against your sweet spot, the new position allowing him more control and rule to take you to the heavens.

you and seungcheol act out the juxtaposition to the otherwise innocent morning as the room fills with the sounds of your unabashed moans and skin slapping. your fingers grip and tug on the bedsheets, while his travels up to your hair, tugging you up so that your back is to his chest. his groans that spill into your ears spur you on even more than you can think of, and before you know it you’re coming hot and hard, your walls clamping down on his cock as he keeps thrusting, dragging your orgasm out. his soft calls of your name exchanging with pleads and “baby”s accompany his orgasm.

“fuck,” seungcheol mutters as he finally pulls out. he pulls the rubber off of his cock, tying it up before he gets off of the bed, padding over to the bathroom to throw it out and grab a little towel to clean you up. you’re already standing in front of him when he turns around, your eyes glinting at him, as you bite on your lip. your jaw nudges in the direction of the shower box as you mutter, “wanna clean me off in there?”

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the strobe lights of the nightclub amplify the pounding of your headache from the shots you’d downed in succession. you welcome it anyways, for it succeeds in chasing away the visions of the man who you’d dumped just hours before this.

he’d been your everything, and your mother would account for how much you’d loved him, from all the gushing about him that you did during your weekly phone calls. it definitely was your fault for the breakup because it definitely was your fault you caught him kissing the girl he said was nothing but a close friend from work. you figured they were pretty close enough with the way he shoved his tongue into her mouth, hands ghosting over her chest.

the worst part was, they were doing it in your living room. the very room you’d poured all of your soul into, making weekly trips to ikea and antique stores to find the little trinkets you knew would shape the perfect ambiance. you’d flung the promise ring he had slotted onto your left ring finger at him, aiming directly at the crown of his hair you’d spent hours carding your fingers through. he only barely managed to catch a glimpse of you as you hurried back out of the apartment, needing to be anywhere but there, the very place you’d dubbed your safe spot. the taxi driver had only inquired where your destination was and was kind enough to offer you some tissues when you’d arrived at the nearest nightclub, after hearing sniffles from his backseat.

you can still feel the weight of the ring that had been on your finger, fiddling with it out of habit only to not find it in its place as it should be. anger rises at your throat and your fingers wrap around the glass to down the drink – gibson, dry as he liked it. your eyes glaze over the space, skimming over strangers’ heads dancing on the dance floor, the bass of the dj set resonating from the walls and into your ears. it lures you from your spot at the bar to the dance floor, not caring your drink is spilling everywhere from bumping into bodies swaying to the beat.

you find a space somewhere in the corners and you just casually nod along to the music, sipping from your cocktail. despite a part of you still clinging to the past, the other part of you feels free, like a bird set free from its cage. you feel yourself losing to the swimming feeling induced by the alcohol in your veins. you manage to bring yourself back to the bar when you fear your ankles might snap from the way you sway in your heels, safely disposing yourself on one of the plush chairs lining the marble-tiled bar.

you go back to languidly scanning across the cramped room until your eyes land on a man weaving in and out of your sight among the throng of the people on the dance floor. he seems to be with two of his other friends, one with dyed silver hair that seems to sparkle in the strobe lights and another one with cropped brown hair and a godlike facial structure you can pinpoint even from far away.

you keep your eyes trained on the first guy you spotted. something simmers within you as you not so equivocally check him out: is he wearing a sheer shirt? and is that the glint of a silver ear cuff on his right ear? all of a sudden you meet his eyes and the drunken fog in your mind seems to clear up in a snap.

the pitter-patter of your heart rings louder than the booming bass as you watch him whisper something to one of his friends before he turns away and walks towards you. he’s even more beautiful as he comes closer to you, what with his catlike eyes and pink lips that leave you dying to know how they taste. you notice there’s a swipe of eyeshadow on his lids as the hoods of his eyes drop as he finally arrives at his destination.

“hello,” the man starts, voice tinged with a drop in an octave that sends honey dripping down your spine, “something caught your attention?”

you preen at being caught for checking him out so blatantly but you manage to keep your composure. “if i say it’s you, what would i get?”

he chuckles. “you’ll see.”

you run the risk of being bold, and your finger goes up to play with the dangly cuff on his right earlobe. “this did.”

his hands – goodness they’re huge, wouldn’t that mean that – wrap around your wrist, and he leaves a light kiss on your knuckles before he drops it to your side, fingers still holding on.

“you can call me joshua.” you recall ever hearing this nickname being shouted in a grainy instagram story by one of your friends, and come to think of it, it was uploaded with a geotag that led to this same club. “what about you?”

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there’s an odd flashback yet not out of place as joshua drags you by the wrist towards the restrooms somewhere near the back of the club. it makes you feel like a dumb university student once more, looking to relieve the stress of submitting essays and final assessments. the thick concrete of the walls mute the music a bit and you can hear the voice in your head sounding urgent alarms and telling you to stop. you don’t listen to the bells as your hands grip joshua’s belt to tug him closer to you.

joshua leans into you, and your arms travel to rest on his chest, unleashes a weight on him that’s dizzying and thrilling.

“is there a man i should be worried about?”

“was.” you can barely let a word out without choking at the feeling of him skittering kisses along your jawline. that’s all he needs to hear.

he shoves a leg in between yours, telling you to grind your clothed core on his thigh.

you harshly pant as you rut your core onto his leg, the friction of the material of his trousers against your bare thigh sending you into a frenzy. “baby’s already so needy,” joshua smirks before he dips his head and closes the distance to meet your mouth, effectively shutting you up, swallowing your gasps.

it’s filthy and sweet, tasting the cranberry juice from joshua’s tongue. he holds you firmly with his fingers on your jaw, lets you lick deeper into his mouth, swallows every whimper that drips from your throat. when you separate there’s a sheen on your swollen lips and joshua just wants to taste from it all night long. the desperation in your tummy grows tenfold the more he tells you to keep grinding, even bouncing his leg which sends jolts all over your body.

joshua shoves you off of his leg right before you come, and it takes all of your willpower to separate yourself. (joshua can hardly admit just how hard he got from hearing your sob at stopping you right before you hit your high.) both of you unanimously agree that fucking in the club bathroom is for college students who still have the shamelessness and suave to pull it off, so you manage to leave the place and hail a cab and joshua mutters his address before he turns to you again, hands heavy on your thigh as he presses kisses to your shoulder and cheek.

he grabs your hand once more when you palm him over his pants, and you can already feel how he needs it just as badly as you do. he brings it up to his lips, pressing kisses onto the knuckles which muffles his dirty words so the driver can’t hear. “you’ll be good for me, won’t you, baby? wait till i get home so i can fuck you like you were begging me in the club?” you think your voice will crack if you vocally respond so you just nod in an albeit urgent manner, letting him know just how desperate you are.

you manage to hand the driver the bills and thank him before you slip out of the cab and up the stairs into joshua’s apartment. joshua doesn’t know how he manages to unlock the door, haphazardly pulling his shoes off and take you to the bedroom with the way you’re pressing warm kisses to his neck, but he manages to do so and presses you against the door.

your cheeks are flushed even under the harsh lighting of his bedroom and soft giggles leave your lips, and a part of joshua that’s still sober even from all the drinks seungcheol shoved towards him at the club earlier flutters, thinking to himself just how beautiful you look even when you’re half wrecked from your ministrations in the club restroom.

joshua kisses you again, hands working to unzip your dress as he turns you towards the bed, before the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress and has you lay over his sheets.

he just about growls when he finally gets your dress off and sees the lacey white lingerie that frames and decorates your body. he’s entranced by the way the lace lines your chest to your stomach, no doubt the bottoms are ruined from how wet and desperate you were from riding his thigh. it’s enough to make him shudder, eyes growing darker at how he just wants to fuck you already.

“do you like it?” you ask, slightly muffled by your hand right above your mouth, shy yet with a wide smile.

he bends down, leaves butterfly kisses trailing from your tummy to your neck, where he sucks marks that your coworker will probably see. “you look beautiful, sweetheart. did you get all dressed up? hope someone would fuck you so good so you’d forget about him?”

“y-yeah,” you punctuate your answer with a high pitched moan when he suckles on your sweet spot.

his fingers press onto your clothed core, right where the wet spot smears the fabric. he rubs small figure eights, and it makes you grip onto his arm as a means of grounding yourself from the pleasure. under the clasp of your fingers on his arm do you realize he’s still clothed, and you tug on his sleeve as a signal.

he chuckles at feeling you tug and hearing you whine, so he straightens back up and takes his time unbuttoning his shirt. your eyes are glazed over when he pushes the clothes off of his shoulder, revealing his body you knew wasn’t so bad from the way your palms were running along his chest and back.

it feels like forever watching him unbuckle his belt and you know he’s purposefully dragging it out to tease you. you huff before you rise from the sheets, your impatient hands slapping his away so you can unzip his pants yourself. his trousers and briefs come off in one go, and his cock stands against his stomach, already hard and leaking pearls of precome right at the tip.

you’re overcome with the urge to tease him back so you slowly take his length into your mouth. joshua’s hand immediately comes up to tangle in your hair, and you whine at the delicious tug of his fingers finding purchase amidst your locks. you run your tongue at the underside of his cock, tracing the prominent veins which has him groaning so deeply.

you work him up even more than he already was, and he tugs you off right as he’s about to come. your lips are slick and cherry red from your act and joshua swoops to kiss you again, tasting his own release from your mouth as he slowly lays you back down on the bed.

joshua deftly unhooks your bra, and nearly rips your underwear off, laying you bare right in front of him. “my goodness,” he hums as he pushes you up towards the headboard, laying on his pillows. “you’re so pretty, sweetheart,” biting and suckling on your nipples as he keeps his glimmering eyes on your face, watching as you throw your head back from the pleasure. “i haven’t even put my cock in you and you’re already so wrecked, hm? so pliant, so desperate, all ready for me?”

he lifts himself from you again to grab a condom in his nightstand drawer, and your hands can’t seem to settle as he slips it on his length, warm hands pushing your ankles and thighs to widen your legs. “are you nervous, baby?”

“k-kinda,” you mumble, watching as he comfortingly runs his hand on your thighs. “h-haven’t done this with anyone else in a bit,” all the boldness in you from the club earlier simmering down now that joshua’s really about to fuck you.

“-ssokay, sweetheart,” his voice drops into a low rumble that makes your tummy flutter yet again., “i’ll take care of you,” he comes closer to you, pressing his lips to yours to distract you from the feeling of him pushing into your core. you’re so wet that he slides in with ease, and the burn melts into pleasure that tickles you all the way to your fingertips. your hands circle around his neck, keeping him close to you. the combination of his gentle kisses and the thrust of his hips rips sweet moans from your throat that joshua gladly drinks up.

“fuck,” he groans as your walls squeeze around him, “s-so tight, so g-good,” he slurs as he continues to thrust, “you take me in so well, don’t you, sweetheart? so nice and–f-fuck –so warm for me.” he continues praising you as you chase your high, his words getting to you, the hold of your arms around his shoulders tightening.

“you gonna come for me, baby? gonna come on my c-cock?” he grunts, pressing into you, not even an inch of space between your bodies.

“y-yes, please, make me come,” you cried out, losing yourself to how good joshua is making you feel. joshua thrusts a bit more until the coil in you finally snaps, not even needing to verbalize how close you are as you reach your orgasm, whining a mixture of joshua’s name and incoherent garbles masked as moans, joshua swallowing every single sound that comes out of your mouth. he fucks into you once, twice before coming, tipped over at your walls clamping down on his cock as you came, you curling your fingers in his jet black hair. you stay like this for a while, joshua riding out your orgasm languidly until you brokenly whine, practically crying at this point at how good he feels.

your vision blurs as he slips out, disposes his condom, before returning with a wet washcloth to clean you up. he slips a random t-shirt he grabbed from his closet onto your bare body, the hem coming down to right above your thighs. you feel like putty as he takes care of you, his voice lulling you as he speaks his last praises, keeping you awake until he slips to behind you underneath the covers. he presses a kiss and a “goodnight” to your temple before he drifts off.