"EAT YOU UP" ── casual things about you that turn them on
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what makes them want to take you aside and fuck your brains out
content: fluff! and also +18 MINORS DON'T INTERACT some of these are suggestive, car sex, mentions of being a bit possessive, praising, public sex ?), one single case of choking, p in v
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Hongjoong — possesiveness
All that Hongjoong has ever wanted was someone to match the level of intensity with which he loves. Sometimes he feels like the term "ride or die" falls short, and he's aware it might be a bit unrealistic. He always thought it might be asking too much, too specific of an expectation to have; until he met you.
You stare at him from the corner of the room, watching him speak with a woman you've never seen before. Maybe he has mentioned her, but you doubt it. She doesn't seem that interested in him, but that doesn't really matter to you. Hongjoong can feel the hole you are burning on the side of his head where you've been staring. He can't help but to smile mid-sentence, amused. He knows that will also make it worse, especially with the way the girl he's talking to stares at his lips and gives him a smile of her own. He's psyched when he can feel you moving through the crowd to get a hold on him, watching you out of the corner of his eye.
"Can I speak with you for a second?"
You grab onto his wrist before he has time to answer, leaving the girl to deal with the confusion on her own. He lets you drag him to a quiet corner, a playful smile on his lips as he waits for you to turn around with a scowl and a slight pout. You tug at his arm, your nails digging on his waist as you hold him closer. Hongjoong bites his lower lip in anticipation, dick already getting hard with the possessive way you hold onto him.
"What is it?" he teases "What's the emergency?"
"I don't like anyone that close to you"
He chuckles, endeared and aroused.
"She wasn't that close"
"Close enough"
He bares his teeth in a crooked smile, enjoying the way your eyes harden at the mention of the girl back at the event room. He doesn't even remember her name, but he's so grateful for her friendliness. Now he gets to watch you like this.
"You need to start controlling yourself" he tuts, holding your chin and making you look up at him through your lashes.
You chew at the inside of your mouth, looking away in frustration.
"I can't help myself" you complain "I hate it when I see you with someone else like that"
He really can't help himself either. When you are so cute and greedy like this all he wants is to pamper you and let you have it your way. He pretends he's exasperated, like you are not leaving him any other choice when he drives you both back home and doesn't wait until you get to the bedroom to take you the way you've been begging him to. Lifting the edge of your dress up to your waist, pushing your panties to the side and bending you over the arm of the couch.
"Is this what you wanted?" he asks, voice almost lost between the sound of his hips thrusting into you, the lace of your panties dragging deliciously against his cock "Are you happy now?"
Seonghwa — compliments
He's already giddy when he parks the car in front of your house. Six o'clock sharp, as he promised. He fixes a few strands of hair that fall in front of his eyes in the rearview mirror as he waits. He's about to text you when he sees you approaching the car, his breath catching on his throat when he sees you walk through the doors of your apartment building. He gets a better look when you open the door and come inside. He usually would have come out of the car, greeted you and opened the passenger door for you, but he was too shocked to do that.
A large, beautiful bouquet of flowers rests on your lap as you close the door behind you. He has a hard time deciding whether to look at your beautiful face, or the flowers that sway with every little movement you make.
"Do you like them?" you ask, a bit shy.
Seonghwa's eyes are slightly wide and shinning impossibly bright as he eyes every detail of the gift.
"Of course I like them" he says, an overwhelmed breathy laugh slipping past his lips "But why?"
You shrug and look away.
"Can't I get some pretty flowers for my pretty boyfriend?"
Now, Seonghwa hates arriving late to reservations. Not showing up to them is of course inconceivable for him, that is unless he has a good reason for it. Having your legs spread open as he fucks you on the passenger seat, reclined all the way back parked in an empty parking lot is one of these good reasons. Pants barely pulled down below his ass, low enough for him maneuver in the small space. It's tricky and uncomfortable, his knees and legs struggling to keep steady, but it won't stop him.
"Is it okay?"
The worry laced in your moans makes him thrust harder.
"Don't worry"
He almost feels bad about the beautiful satin dress you had picked for your date, now full of wrinkles. The makeup he can tell you've put so much effort in is now smeared on your face, your gloss making your lips stick to his with the faint scent of strawberry. He does feel bad, but he can't deny the sight makes his cock twitch where it's buried inside your tight walls. You push the strands of hair away from his face, eyes darting around his features, intense despite the fucked-out expression on your face.
"So pretty" you mutter.
An almost pained whine escapes Seonghwa's throat as he thrusts deeper into you, nails digging on the learher seats.
Yunho - clinginess
Some people might be worried about being too much: texting too often, asking to meet whenever possible, calling every day. You don't have to worry about that with Yunho.
He wants you blowing up his phone, calling him every night to tell him about your day. It might not be that obvious at first, but you can feel the shift in his tone if you don't text him that much or insist on knowing when you'll be meeting next.
"I wanted to call you all day, but work has been... you know"
"You must be so tired; are you finishing now?"
"Yeah, just leaving"
"How are you getting back home?"
Usually, you would catch the bus, bearing the dreadful hour-long commute back that leaves you relatively close to your apartment building. There is a silence, and Yunho waits, not as patiently as he likes to pretend he is. He can hear the hesitation in your voice, anticipation seething in his stomach as the seconds pass.
"You said you are off today?" you ask in a small voice and Yunho smiles. He makes an affirmative sound.
After a few seconds of silence, his patience is running out.
"Ask me" his tone is sweet, but there is an edge to it that makes you swallow.
You feel your pulse racing when you finally ask:
"Can you pick me up?"
"Be there in twenty"
He has to wait until you get in the car with him. He does his job as a proper boyfriend first: getting out of the car and trapping you into a tight, comforting hug before opening the passenger door for you. He watches you put on the seatbelt before he leans in and kisses you deeply. You feel the tightness in your shoulders ease at the touch, and he can feel it too.
"Did you miss me?" he asks, a pleased glint in his eyes when you nod "You should tell me"
"I missed you"
He drives you back home with his large hand settled on your thigh, warm and possessive. There is something about the way he holds you, the way he easily manoeuvres the wheel with only one hand that has you clasping your thighs together. He smiles and his fingers flex, digging slightly on the plush flesh of your inner thigh.
"Just a few more minutes. Then I'll take care of you"
San — affection
There's nothing that awakens the warm, not-so-innocent flutter in San's stomach as much as a chaste kiss pressed against the back of his hand. A soft caress on at the base of his nape, knuckles stroking his cheek with a light touch while holding eye contact.
The heated makeout session with hands tugging at clothes and lip biting do work on him, but it's the calmer, slow-paced way in which you kiss him that truly sets his body aflame. The way you leave soft kisses around his face, taking your time to let him feel how much you love him with each one has his heart swelling and feeling like he's about to burst with affection. You guide his lips open, the tip of your tongue teasing his for a second before you break the kiss, diving in for another one right away. Your breath fans on his face and he draws in a sharp inhale when his now obvious bulge presses against your leg. He swallows the moan that slips from your lips with a satisfied groan, his fingernails cratching at your lower back with restrained want. They move upwards until they settle on your face, pressing it against his as close as he can, buckling his hips again to chase that jolt of pleasure whenever they meet your body.
"Can we take my pants off?" he asks, lips still pressed against yours, warm and soft "Please"
Yeosang — obliviousness
Ironically, what some would consider Yeosang's biggest problem is also his biggest weakness when it comes to you. It's at these times that he can understand why everybody finds it so charming on him.
When you ask "Are you okay?" after he's been quiet for a while, placing your hand dangerously close to his crotch. He looks up at you, surprised, only to find genuine, unadulterated concern.
"Yes, of course"
You don't notice how his voice comes out a bit strained and just pat his thigh before going back to the conversation you had been having with Mingi and San.
When you kneel down to tie his laces that have come undone. It is not enough that his heart flutters at the action, but he can also feel the heat crawling downwards when your neckline exposes your lace bra to him from this new angle. You are completely unaware as you look up at him with a fake pout.
"You are a handful, you know that?"
He can feel the blush spreading across his cheeks and how restraining his pants feel all of a sudden. He brings a hand to his mouth, covering the nervous laugh he can't stop from bubbling out of his chest.
"What's that about?" you ask, amused yet confused.
Yeosang waves his hands in front of you, telling you to not even worry about it while he calms down himself. Finally, he grabs your hand.
"Can we go home?"
You tilt your head.
"Already? I mean, sure. Is everything okay?"
Yeosang nods with a throaty, affirmative noise. You suspect nothing on the way home, but when you close the door of your apartment you barely have time to set your keys down before he's got you caged against the wall. He is not aggressive nor hurried, arms wrapping around you in what some people might misunderstand as an intimate hug. But you know better.
"What is it?" you ask, teasing.
Yeosang simply buries his face on the crook of your neck with a shy smile and presses his whole body against yours, hard on pressing against your lower stomach through the rough fabric of his jeans. The sound you let out makes him shudder, and he holds you closer as he humps you right there in the middle of the hallway. There's only the sound of clothes, breathy moans, and dangling keys that you still have in your hand, shaking with every thrust of Yeosang's hips against your body.
"You are so cute..." he breathes against the shell of your ear, and you finally drop your keys.
Mingi — desire
There's nothing that strokes Mingi's ego and makes his heart flutter more than knowing how much you want him. The way your eyes drag across his body, slow and deliberate, drinking up every detail of his stage outfit before going up again and setting on his again. Pink has bloomed on his cheeks and ears, alongside a cocky, yet slightly nervous, toothy smile.
"Do you like it?"
He sees the way you swallow before answering, and it makes him bite at his bottom lip. You are trying so hard to look composed, all while he can see the hunger in your eyes, in the way your body has stiffened at his question.
"You look incredible"
His heart swells at the compliment. Mingi can feel his body growing hotter under your gaze, and the way he can tell you are aching to touch him both pleases and makes him pity you. He wants to give you what you want. Wants you to take what's yours.
After the show, the empty waiting room remains locked, but the truth of what's going on behind it is loud enough to be heard from the outside. Mingi sits on the couch, stage outfit still on while you ride him in a way that has his head titlted back an hands trembling at your sides. His legs are spread wide, pants unzipped, and boxers pulled down enough for you to fuck him. Your hips rut against his at a frantic pace, desperate to feel all of him as your hands travel all over his body.
"You look so good" you praise with a whiny moan "Thank you"
A few more sweet words in his ear, and Mingi doesn't last much longer. But you won't stop, and he will let you.
Wooyoung — understanding
With Wooyoung, it's easy to assume playful banter and laughter might be what he feels attracted to the most. However, when the laughter has died down and he becomes that quiet version of himself that isn't in the mood for jokes or to entertain it's almost like a test. He sometimes retracts in one of his moods, and can't bring himself to be the cheerful version of himself that charmed his way into your life, almost as if chekcing if you will stay.
When he has so much pent-up anger he ends up venting to you for minutes, hands cutting through the air in sharp, frustrated motions before you grab at them, fingers curling around them gently. You listen to him, to his voice that becomes broken and incredibly high-pitched, but you never ask him to lower it. You don't pull away, instead your hand settles on his lower back, drawing slow, soothing circles over his soft skin. That's when he has the intense need to hold you close until your bodies melt together. He wants sweat making your skin cling onto his like hot leather as he rolls his hips against yours, dick buried as deep as humanly possible inside your pussy.
"More" he moans against your neck.
He continues to push forward, refusing to pull out at all and abandon the warmth of your insides for even a second.
"Can't--" you whine undernat him, overwhelmed by the never-ending feeling of fullness. You pull at his hair in desperation "Wooyoung, please move"
But he doens't listen.
"More... more--"
Jongho — bashfulness
For Jongho, it's the way he can see the obvious way he affects you whenever he amps up the romanticism and intimacy, whether it's in public or in private. No matter the place or the occasion, there is always a brief moment in which he can see the way your eyes shy away from him and heat crawls up your face.
"You look beautiful today" he says, squeezing your hand a bit tighter.
You feel yourself melt under his gaze, so soft and yet so charged. You look away, fighting back a nervous smile.
"Thank you"
Jongho loves the effect he has on you, that bashful expression that you show only to him when he makes you feel pretty. Or when he has your wrists pinned above your head and you have nowhere to hide from him. His free hand grips at your jaw, forcing you to face him as he continues to fuck you, drawing embarrassing sounds out of your swollen lips.
"Why are you hiding that pretty face from me, hm?" his fingers slip around your neck, pressing hard enough to pin you in a way that makes it impossible for you to turn your head. You'll have to look at him, with your glassy eyes and embarrassed expression that makes his cock throb inside of you "You know how much I like it. Be good"
