nyla 🦋

vampire!maki, the younger brother. who’s the one you first meet at a nightclub, pulls you into his lap and offers a sip from his own glass while promising he won’t bite when you’re a bit reluctant… he is cute though, so you stay the the whole night until you can’t handle the liquor he ends up pouring into your mouth.

vampire!maki, who was close to ripping out his undead heart from nerves when he told you what he really was after a couple of hang outs together, almost shedding tears of blood when you shrugged it off saying you already knew. he was too cold, too pale to even pass as human, and he wasn’t slick with the way he’d sniff so intently at your neck.

vampire!maki, who lives a wild, more glamorously loud life compared to his brother who is still always in the same function but sitting silently at the other end of the couch, eyeing people over the dark colored glass stuck to his purplish lips.

vampire!maki, who’s more loud with his infatuation; showing you off and constantly yapping to his friends about you, getting you the most random gifts at horrible times of the dead night, making out with you whenever and whenever the carnal hunger overtakes his other senses.

vampire!maki, who takes you out in the most unconventional places for just a fun night, but still makes it so thrilling by showing how he basically lives his lifestyle as a vampire (a butcher shop, or in an abandoned church, or in a snowy cemetery).

vampire!maki, who makes feeding more of a playful mess full of eroticism, he can’t help it. your blood smells so good, taste even better on his pierced tongue, has to share it with you in a fit of giggles while he pushes your own thick crimson blood into your own mouth in a messy, heated kisses.

vampire!james, the older brother. who keeps his eye on you since the moment in the nightclub.. until the time is right, meeting you in the kitchen of his one late night when you both grab a drink. catches your eye with his sunken, tired gaze and sharp pierced eyebrows, that one bandaid always placed on the sharp edge of his cheekbone, he ruffles his blond hair that reminds you so much of your other lover… his brother.

vampire!james, who stalks how you move in the dance floor with maki with another person already attached to his own hip, accidentally piercing his bottom lip when he sees you take maki’s large glasses off his face and slide them on as maki’s hands pull your hips closer towards his own.

vampire!james, who’s infatuation is more alluring with his mysterious yet flirty approach, quietly looming and smiling only when you’re both enclosed in an intimate space. he doesn’t care to show his retracted canines, or the blood staining his teeth and lips when he pulls away from his favorite drink.

vampire!james, who’s says he wants to show you something, grabs you by the hand and takes you to the most breathtaking places just to watch your enthusiasm with a glint of endearment in his darkened eyes (the rooftop of a cathedral, libraries after closing or opera theatres).

vampire!james, who always makes sure he’s leading his meal out the nightclub before the night ends.. but hasn’t feed every since he met you because he’s the type to starve himself just so he can have the full natural taste of your blood ever since he smelled it up close.

vampire!james, who makes feeding more of a sacred ritual, planting gentle slow kisses and littering them with light grazes of his canines as he gently but firmly grips your hair to crane your neck for his sharp teeth. licks over the wound with such reverent and kisses you deeply, uttering soft phrases of his gratitude.

— nsfw below!! ꜜ ꜜ

vampire!maki, who because has ventured long enough in the world to not give a fuck about unwritten human society rules, would take you anywhere and everywhere and let people join in (only if you want to) but god forbid somebody asks for a tiny taste of your neck. “oh? i heard your heart beat faster.. what? you getting excited about him joining, human?”

vampire!james, who dislikes just even the idea of sharing you, very possessive and always devoured you whole until you’re left only remembered the feeling of him deep inside you or the gentle whispers he left in your burned red ears as he nips gently. “can’t believe he would share this delicacy. you’re mine when you’re with me, you got that?”

vampire!maki, who loves when you flinch at the initial touch of his cold fingertips against your warm sex, giggling between words: “oh you poor doll. already trembling for me? all i did was touch her..” unlike his brother..

vampire!james, who instead sucks the shocked gasp from your parted lips and murmurs gently in your mouth, “shhh, my love. i promise i’ll warm up to you soon, share your warmth with me.”

vampire!maki, who’s favorite position is between your thighs. best place to feed right on your femoral vein, watching your panties get soaked right in front of his hazy reddened eyes the more he sucks and the more you pull straight on the roots of his bright blond hair. caught in the dilemma of what do to first: eating you out or actually feed. “god, please let me eat you a bit more.”

vampire!james, who’s favorite position is folding you in his arms, mating press. sharp nose pressed against your scm muscle, sinking underneath skin right when your soft walls grow tight enough and hands grip hard enough on his blond spiky hair to bring him over the edge. almost tears through his burgundy silk sheets with how bad his grip gets and his restraint loosens. “you’re perfect, my darling. take all of me.”

vampire!maki, who loves when you bite him back and giggles and moans loudly as you bite around his pecs and by his hips. absolute freak that loves to smother your blood all over his face because those burgundy stained glasses are for james, he drinks unconventionally.

vampire!james, who essentially growls and smiles when you nip down on his finger knuckles after he pressed them into your mouth. psychological play.. pricks his fingertip with his own fang and lets you suck out your own blood that’s running in his body through his fingertip.

vampire brothers!maki and james, who love you and your body like that exact moment would be the last night ever in your life and utters through your mind in such a deep, lovely tone, “my brother could never love you like this. exactly how i’m loving you right now.”

for example, how he would call your name so softly making your stomach do flips at the mere sound. or the time when the man once wrapped an arm around your waist, covering you when the elevator you were riding was packed, ensuring you didn’t feel uncomfortable. the way he’d shoot that signature smile once you walked in the room. and when the taiwanese shamelessly flirted with you only to become flustered if his advances were returned, equally as playful of course.

there he was, sitting impossibly close to you on the couch of the andteam dorms, slumped back into his seat, all while occupied with his phone.

“you hungry?” nicholas broke the silence, nudging your arm with his softly.

half listening, you nodded in a daze only humming response after becoming too distracted with something displayed on your screen. seconds later you felt fingers lightly grip your chin, turning your head towards the idol.

the touch on your jaw was gentle— careful even.

“did you even hear what i said?” he spoke softly, gaze piercing yours but still somehow comforting.

in that moment, you could only swallow thickly while your eyes lingered on his lips. it all felt too… intimate.

snapping out of it, you responded. “hm?”

“are you hungry?” nicholas asked once again. now his fingers were back, wrapped around his phone as he leaned back.

you tried your best to act nonchalant. but it was becoming impossible to ignore the effect he had on you.

instead, a simple nod of your head was all nicholas received.

once the delivery had arrived, the man had coaxed you into sneaking into his room, muttering under his breath about ‘hiding it from the others’ or something. stepping into his room, you beelined it to his bed and flopped down. and maybe you thought scarfing down the food was necessary to serve as a distraction from the ridiculously charming man seated beside you, but a voice broke your concentration.

“you have uh…” a hand softly held your chin, thumb coming up to wipe against the corner of your mouth. your breath hitched as you slightly tilted your head to meet his gaze, dropping your fork back down onto the container on the desk next to his bed.

but before you could fully react, nicholas leaned in closer. with his breath fanning your lips, you could barely think straight. all you could even begin to piece together was that he was close. way too close for comfort. so much that it was becoming impossible to stop your heart from fluttering.

“can i?” the words came out in a sharp breath.

at your hesitant nod, he paused. “i need to hear you say it.“

“yes,” you hummed lightly, parting your lips ever so slightly. “kiss me.”

“what’d you say? i don’t think i heard that properly.” there was a smile playing on his lips now.

“oh my god, nicholas.” you muttered in frustration before grabbing his collar and pulling him close enough to finally seal your lips in a sweet kiss.

nicholas’s hands came up to your jawline as the exchange deepened. you were practically melting into him until he pulled away.

but all that filled your mind were thoughts about just how good he looked right now in front of you; hair ruffled and lips slightly parted. and it would be a lie if the man opposite you didn’t feel the same too.

his confession came out in a breathless ramble. “i really like you. like—“

so you did what anyone in your position would do.

“let’s have that talk later.” was your response, interrupting him before closing the gap once more.

this time, his hand trailed down your torso and ended up at your waist, moving his lips against yours. your arms wrapped around the base of his neck as he shifted you onto his lap. seconds passed, the both of you getting lost within each other. you felt heavenly against him, he never wanted this moment to end.

that was until the sound of his room door opening caused you to break apart.

“nicho, i was wondering whether you…”

jo.

he trailed off before completely freezing in his tracks at the current predicament, only one word leaving his lips. “oh.”

“what— why didn’t you knock?” nicholas practically scolds his younger member, his lack of composure evident through the flush on his cheeks.

you swiftly slid off his lap, nodding over apologetically to jo.

“you guys are finally together?”

“finally?” nicholas questioned almost immediately.

caught, the other member only walked back slowly, shutting the door.

“is he being for real?” the man turned to you, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“baby, it probably was obvious to them.” a soft chuckle escapes your mouth as you try to change the subject. “now about before; what was that about really liking me?”

he groaned loudly.

“you’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“only because you took so long to tell me.”

“well i do really really like you.” he said simply.

you reached out for his hand. “and i do too.”

You would have to spend over a month traveling together. Over a month of back and forth, car rides, flights, hotel rooms, runways, and photo shoots all while trying to deny dating rumors. The contract was easy enough, but the money earned was less impressive than the exposer. To be the face of a company for an entire season, tied to one of the biggest names in modeling history, not only the fashion house but the model himself who set trends and made people famous for one little interaction. It was a brand deal people dreamed of. 

The pen cleared the signature box faster than you ever thought you could sign your name. But then the nerves set in. It wasn't over doing your job, modeling, although hard, was now second nature. You worked well with almost every photographer you came across, following instructions without a fret, even when it came to runway you knew your walk was one companies begged to have on their sets. 

But it was him that left you questioning your abilities. He had been the only clause in the contract that made you second guess yourself. Yeonjun was well known not only in the modeling community itself but globally. His face was splashed across countless brands, ads, and billboards. You couldn't go a day without seeing him at least once on your timeline. Even at the grocery store, in line at the checkout, he looked back at you with his perfect pouty lips from the front of a magazine you could only dream of being on the cover of as often as he was. 

“You were specifically asked for,” your agent reminded you after you brought up the status difference. It wasn't as if you were not known, companies wanted you well enough that you wouldn't need the check from this single one month booking. It was the caliber at which he was held. “They want you and I wouldn't be the one to turn them away when this much press will be on you. Imagine the number of people calling to get one shoot in with you, he brings eyes,” 

It wasn't until your first photoshoot that you realized that he would be more of a pain in your ass than an inspiration. He was never mean, you would have to give him that. But it was his overwhelming kindness mixed with the teasing tone he always used on you that somehow pushed your buttons just right. It didn't help that the first time that you walked into the studio you were so shy, little smiles shared with your hands folded in front of you trying to wring out your anxiety. Yeonjun wasn't even on set yet, having shown up a few minutes later with his arms full of coffee, passing them out to each staff member, knowing them all by name. “It's nice to meet you finally. I didn't know what you would like but this is what I picked out for the little mouse,” 

“Little mouse?” it was the first thing you said to him, your head tilted just enough for him to take in the question and know the slip up of a nickname was going to stick especially when you couldn't get through the photoshoot without an apology. Shoulders stiff with his eyes on you, your nerves making you angry instead of anxious and it all had to do with the little grin set at the edge of yeonjun mouth. “I'll just step out,” and you hated how improved your film was from his absence, your heart calming down its rapt beading. 

Of course you got over it eventually, or at least the stiffness. You couldn't afford to be stiff when standing next to yeonjun who was naturally relaxed about everything. He would slink to his spot on set, lay his lazy gaze in your direction, and get all of his shots in the minimal amount of frames as if he was born to be in front of the camera. It was annoying. 

The two of you would be set up next to each other in hair and makeup, your bottom lip is finely brushed with the end of a glosses wand when he would lean on the back of your chair. His hands were always just hovering over your shoulders, never quite touching but enough to feel the heat from his palms, his head leaning next to yours looking back at you in the mirror, “You guys did such a good job, don't we just look like the perfect pair?” he would quirk an eyebrow at you, the two of you staring each other down while the staff agreed, but he was always waiting for your answer, “don't we little mouse?” 

“If you think so,” your response always made him chuckle as if you didn't see the way the media was talking about your contract together, as if you didn't feel the chemistry between the two of you. People were still talking about your first runway together, the closing of the show for one of the best collections put on display that week. 

The lead up was so chaotic, with dressing rooms stacked full of models and assistants, the floor a mess of people undressing and trying to make their quick changes as fast as they could before their names were called. Even yeonjun could feel the pressure in the room, the two of you in your designated corner stripping down back to back. 

The crowded space made everyone bump into each other. For the smallest second you were caught by the sight of him taking his shirt off, pulling it at the back of his collar showing the way his jeans hung so low on his hips that his happy trail was on display. You had turned, taking off your shirt, shoulder knocked by someone coming to do your hair, it made you stumble back into yeonjun, his hand right at the small of your back holding you upright as you fumbled with the zipper on your pants. “Careful,” he muttered, your heart in your ears as you kicked your shoes away from your space. 

The two of you were used to seeing each other in different versions of undress after all the photoshoots shared together. Comfortable enough now to be somewhat friends after all the car rides, the few interviews, and hours spent on a set together. It's what you accounted for as your key element to having such a good walk together on the runway. Every step matched, the energy vibrating off the two of you as if you had been a duo your whole life instead of just having been paired together less than a month ago. 

Even at the afterparty people swarmed you two, asking about your relationship as if they could sense the livewire of that conversation hanging around your heads. It was the first time you had ever seen him flustered enough to stutter over an answer. “I um- you never know,” 

The paparazzi loved the two of you, the crowd outside any event was packed full of them, their cameras following you around the city. The two of you always shared a car to your hotels, yeonjuns hand warm in yours leading you through the flash of every blinding light while you tried to shield your eyes. He would pull you in front of him when you finally reached the waiting car door, hand on your back gilding you in before climbing in after. 

Even shutting the door behind the two of you only muffled the sounds of their questions to a faint murmur. It isn't until the car pulls away from the venue that yeonjun speaks up. 

“You did well tonight, you looked…” 

“Good, I hope,” 

“You always look good, better than good, i was trying to come up with a different adjective,” it wasn't the first time he's complimented you, but it never stopped you from logging it away to giggle over it in private. “Sometimes I don't know what to say to you,” 

You chuckle, “I never took you as shy,” 

Strands of his hair hang in his eyes, head tilted just enough to catch what little light makes it in from the tinted windows, “no, not shy, just cautious,” 

“What, afraid you'll break me? Hurt my feelings? Or maybe my ego will get too big,” 

He lets out a soft breathy laugh, the sound taking up the space in the backseat. You loved the way his chuckles went down your spine, like a caress of his fingers on the skin you wished he touched. “You’d let me get close enough to break you?” 

“I don't think you could,” it's a light jab and yet it sets everything off kelter. The car ride charged with an energy you couldn't get back into its box. Now opened, the two of you looked back at each other as if you hadn't felt this pot simmering over. 

His eyes flickered down to your mouth, his tongue running over his bottom lip before he shrugged, “Okay,” he loved that you wanted to play this game with him, as if you hadn't always been slowly picking away at the short wall between you two. It was inevitable that you would end up pressed up against the mirrored walls in the elevator up to your hotel floor. 

He wasn't even going to do anything, he was going to let you go to your room while he mulled over your conversation, picturing exactly what he wanted to do to you. But then you leaned back against those mirrors, your body reflected around him as the doors slid closed behind him. Your eyes traced the line of him, lashes hooded just enough for you to look through, like a siren on the rocks, beckoning him closer. You didn't stop him when he cupped your jaw, thumb running over your bottom lip, nose dipping to yours. Even when he gave you enough time to pull away, lips ghosting over yours when he asked, “You'll be good for me, won't you?” 

Your answer is hummed right into his mouth when he kisses you, devouring you, pushing you into the corner giving you nowhere to go. His body is hot against yours, cageing you in as he kisses down your jaw, sloppy wet spots cooling in the air as he nips at your neck. “God, imagine them having to cover up all the marks I leave on you during tomorrow's shoot,” his hand is heavy on your hip, dragging down you cup your cunt over your jeans, “Everyone is going to know I fucking ruined this pussy for anyone but me,” 

Your whimper is eaten by the sound of the doors opening behind him, your tight grip on his shirt not loosening when he drags you out after him. He pushes you to his bed when you get past the threshold of his door. His slow walk to the nightstand to flick on the light gives you enough time to think about exactly what's happening. 

He loosens his tie, veiny hands curled around the fabric as he nods his chin in your direction, “Take your clothes off,” it was only a few hours ago when he saw you topless, and yet your fingers shake when you reach for your hem. “Don't be shy now little mouse, always all talk and no play,” 

The heat on your cheeks spreads to your ears at the nickname. Yeonjun takes to matching your state of undress by tossing his tie next to you before unbuttoning his shirt, the outline of him in his pants is mouthwatering. He watches the way you try to speak, hands twisting in the duvet not realizing he's come up so close to you before he's hooked his hand on your chin, tilting your head up before slipping his thumb into your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. He swirls the digit around, grinning at how willing you are to follow his command even without words, “one day ill fuck this pretty mouth, but for now, I need you on your hands and knees for me,” he shoves your face away, putting his slick finger in his mouth to taste you. 

Turning around and having him at your back is both chilling and exhilarating, not knowing when he's going to touch you until his hands are sliding up your back, unhooking your bra, and letting it fall off of you. He lets his hand press between your shoulder blades, pushing down hard enough for your arms to give way beneath you, the side of your face pressed into the sheets. “Every photoshoot I kept thinking about what it would be like to finally get you into my bed, I kept thinking about how I would finally fuck you, how exactly I could use your body,” 

His hands slide down your arms, tugging them behind you until you whimper, the silky material of his tie sliding along your fingers as he wraps up your wrists to keep you in place. “And every time I just came right back to thinking about putting you just like this, fucking you dumb; using you like my perfect little toy,” 

With one hand holding your tied wrists his other slips down to tease you over your soaked panties, fingers following the lines of your cunt like he was made to map you out by touch. You can't even form words and he hasn't done anything, your pathetic little whimpers pushing him further and further. “So quiet now, I wonder if it's because someone's scared I'll break her?” 

“Please,” it's so soft you don't think he's even heard you, but he's aching for every little sound. 

“Please what? What do you want me to do?” he pushes your panties aside, grinning at how wet you've gotten over so little. Your hips push back into his hand, his fingers slipping into you just enough to prep you for the stretch of taking him. 

“Fuck me, break me, anything-” he's so quick to press his cock into you that you're gasping losing all thoughts. His fingers had done little to let you grasp the sheer size of him, even all your slick couldn't help that pleasure mixed with pain as his tip kissed your cervix. 

He doesn't even hold off from moving, not once he's finally felt your warm gummy walls sucking him, so perfect he doesn't know how he will ever stop from coming back to you. He keeps one hand on your hip, fingers digging into your flesh, the other wrapped around the slack of his tie, tugging your arms and using them as leverage to keep his harsh pace as he fucks into your greedy cunt. 

You feel so full, so completely stuffed that you're a mess of incoherent moans mixing with the slapping sounds of your connecting bodies. Yeonjun is mesmerized by the way your ass ripples with each slap of his hips; mesmerized by the way his cock is disappearing in and out of you. “So fucking perfect,” he's grunting, “I'm going to fill up and then eat my little mouse out until she screams, kiss your pussy better after taking me so well, does that sound good?” 

“Yes, god yes!” Your voice is muffled by the way you are pressed into the mattress, arms slightly numb as he pummels himself into you, thrusts getting sloppier with the build up of his orgasm. He tells himself that he will pull out but then he's cumming, body shuddering as you clench around him, his rumbling moans following the steady pulse of his leaking cock. 

When he pulls out of you he watches the way the dribbling cream coats your puffy lips. Untying your hands he lets you roll onto your back, slotting himself between your legs and attaching his mouth to your swollen clit. Your fingers still gaining feeling fall to his hair, pulling on the strands and he brings your orgasm back to the surface. The obscene sounds coming from his fingers trying to match his previous pace makes him chuckle, the feeling of his laugh vibrating against your clit. It takes little work for you to tumble into your orgasm when he curls his fingers just right, your body following every command he lays down. 

His hand is covered in your combined cum when he's done with you, the stickiness capturing both of your attention before he shoves them into your waiting mouth.

This is the first time you’ve seen him without his hat on, not needing it since you aren’t at work. The subtle highlights in his bangs capture your attention when they fall into his face. You want to run your fingers through his dark hair, want to know if it’s as soft as it looks.

He finishes the dish with a hurrah, putting on a show just for you, his silly side slipping out, making you crush on him even harder. He serves you a plate and you follow him to his room- the tiny apartment not having any sort of dining area, formal or otherwise.

He apologizes for the lack of a better set up, but you don’t mind. His cramped bedroom is decorated well. His clothing rack is filled with hoodies and striped sweaters, his off-duty clothes much more fashionable than the ratty t-shirts he wears in the restaurant kitchen. His record player still turns, music filling the space from the corner next to his rack of vinyls. You make a mental note to look through them later. Behind his bed he has pictures with his roommates, the boys laughing together, smiling brightly.

And when you eat, the food is delicious. Flavors explode on your tongue. You don’t know whether or not to eat as quickly as possible or as slowly as you can, wanting it all at once but also wanting to savor it forever.

Yeonjun watches you eat, seeming to enjoy your reactions more than the meal itself. A big smile fills his face as he watches you, chuckling after your third “seriously, this is so good.” His cheeks and ears are tinged with pink, though he acts like he isn’t living for your praise.

You enjoy the meal and the cocktail, which do in fact, pair perfectly. Together with the soft jazz and low lights, Yeonjun’s bedroom feels like a five-star restaurant.

After you both finish, he stacks the plates and runs them to the kitchen. When he returns, he asks if you want to watch something on the small tv that is perched on his dresser.

A movie plays, something you’ve both seen before. It’s cute if you’re paying attention to it, but instead your attention is focused on how close you sit next to Yeonjun. You can feel the warmth radiating off of him. You can’t help the way your eyes trace his profile, pretty nose and full lips illuminated in the glow of the tv. His voice is shy and quiet when he asks if you want to kiss him. His normal confidence and swagger gone for a moment of open earnestness. You nod, shy with how honest the moment feels.

Yeonjun fills your senses as he slowly leans over you to cup your cheek. His eyes flicker between meeting your gaze and staring at your lips. You reach for his arm, holding onto him as he presses your lips together softly. He tastes like lime and tequila when his tongue dances with yours. His hands are gentle as he guides you to lay against the pillows, covering your body with his. You can’t help the soft moan that escapes you when he deepens the kiss, sighing into his open mouth.

The two of you stay like that, bodies pressed to one another, kisses soft, slow and deep. You’re lost in the moment, the feeling of him, the soft sounds he makes. His hair is soft beneath your fingers, just as soft as you imagined.

“Can I touch you?” He asks, his expression tender. You whisper back a sincere “yes,” wanting to feel him everywhere.

The room is warm, filled with a warm glow and the quiet hum of the heater just under the soft chatter of the tv. Yeonjun’s hands are warm as he gently palms your chest over the thin material of your shirt. He squeezes once, drawing a breath from you. “Does this feel good?” he checks in, making sure you’re enjoying yourself. You nod again, arching into his touch to let him know it really does. After a few more minutes of kissing you, his hands feeling you over your clothes, he pulls back to ask if he can take your shirt off.

The two of you are pressed chest to chest, skin touching as lazy kisses are exchanged. Yeonjun has tugged the cup of your bra down just enough to pinch and flick at your hardened nipple. You can feel him smile at every soft gasp you let.

His hips buck slightly, involuntarily, and you can feel him hard in his pants where he rests against your thigh. You mewl, breaking the kiss to now ask if you can touch him. Your hands explored the planes of his chest and back, traced the lean muscle of his arms as he held you, but now you want to touch him there. He breathes a needy “yes” against your lips and your hand finds his bulge.

He is hot through the material, cock weighing heavy in your hand. You palm him through his pants, earning a grunt when you grip the head. The feeling of him in your hand makes you clench your thighs, growing wet. His breathing is heavy against your skin, face still held close to yours as you both watch your hand learn the shape of his length.

“So big,” you whisper, mostly to yourself. Yeonjun blushes, ears burning red as he attempts to hide a shy smile. Despite his shyness at your praise, his hips lean into your touch.

You slip your hand into his waistband, pausing at the hem, waiting for his permission before you touch him skin to skin. He nods and you reach into his boxers. Your fingers trace his hipbone before sliding through the fuzz towards the heat of his cock. He jumps when you touch him there, cock twitching just as the rest of him does. It's cute, the way he's become so shy.

There's a bead of precum wetting his tip that you find when your thumb circles his head, earning a whine. You slowly drag your hand down his length, pumping him slowly until Yeonjun is panting beside you.

“Please,” his tongue darts out to wet his lips as he tries to catch his breath, unable to say more.

You kiss him again, pretty plump lips impossible to resist, your hand doesn’t leave him, moving slowly as you lean into his taste. “Do you have a condom?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper.

He nods, “bedside drawer.” He moves to grab them but you kiss him again, hands pushing gently at his shoulders to convince him to stay.

“Let me.”

The pack is easy to find and when you return to Yeonjun’s bed, he’s already discarded the remainder of his clothes. You’re slow and deliberate as you unclasp your bra and slip off your damp panties, tossing them into the corner of the small room. Yeonjun’s wide eyes take in your bare form, barely blinking as he drinks you in. It makes you giggle, his attention so focused on you, that you make his cheeks and ears burn red like this, make his pretty cock blush and leak. Your laugh only makes his blush grow redder, hand coming up to cover his mouth, an attempt to hide, to diffuse your attention.

You don’t let it though, instead ripping the packet open and wrapping your fingers around his length. He breathes through his teeth at your touch as his hips buck up into your hand. His skin is warm and smooth, a perfect trail of dark hair marks a line from his navel down to the soft fuzz that surrounds his cock. It’s pretty, head flushed red, and you don’t fail to notice the curve towards his hip. Excitement bubbles in you, wanting him now.

Yeonjun sighs when you place a closed-mouth kiss to the side of his cock, your tender affection felt everywhere. You slip the condom on and settle again into the warmth of his lap.

He kisses you again, sweet and slow. Want hangs heavy over the both of you, but there’s no rush. This will happen. You deepen the kiss and his hands tangle in your hair. The smooth planes of his chest feel so good against yours; his hard, lean planes contrasting with the soft curves of you, making you arch into him.

The kiss breaks and you’re both breathless. You can’t wait a second more. Reaching your hand back, you reposition yourself above his cock, guiding it towards your entrance. His eyes are so wide, dark pools as he watches, fixated, on the place where your bodies meet. You sigh as you sink down slowly onto him, his cock filling you perfectly, curve pushing the tip almost to where you’re most sensitive.

His hands are eager, reaching out to hold your hips, pulling you closer to him, flush to his chest. He kisses you, lips trailing down from yours, down the column of your throat to nip and suck along your collarbone. It brings a contented hum from you as you slowly move your hips, little circles that bring you both pleasure. Your hand twists in his hair and he moans, mouthing at the skin of your breast.

You carry on like this, slow rolls of your hips, exploration, adoration, of one another until you feel a twinge in your thigh, muscles beginning to tire of your movements. Yeonjun notices your frown and brings his thumb to your clit, drawing soft circles that make you sigh. “Can you go just a little longer?” he asks, voice sweet. You nod, moving your hips faster, chasing your peak in earnest now. He moans at the new pace, the feeling of you around him. His touch speeds up to match, sensations pushing you towards your high.

“Mmm, close.” You teeter on the edge, unable to tip over, to feel the tension inside snap and release.

Yeonjun slides the two of you down the bed a few inches, changing position so he can take over, hips snapping up into yours. All you have to do is let your pleasure wash over you. You cry out when the new angle pushes his cock against the spot inside you, the one that makes you see stars. “Right there,” you manage, voice shaky. He nods, holding you so he hits that spot with each thrust. You cry out again and slump forward, head falling to rest on his chest.

“That’s it,” he soothes, smoothing your hair away from your face, “cum for me.”

And you do, orgasm flooding over you at his words. He holds you in place as your legs shake, guiding you through your high as he chases his own. He isn’t far behind you, you can feel his hips stutter as he cums and you wish for a moment that you could feel his hot release splatter inside you.

What feels like a perfect eternity passes before Yeonjun slips out of you, the two of you collapsing into a pile of tangled limbs and soft skin. The tv still chatters quietly in the background, the heater still hums beside you. As you both catch your breath, kisses are exchanged, pressed to foreheads, cheeks, and wrists, anywhere that feels soft and tender.

“Thank you for coming over,” Yeonjun says against your skin.

“Thank you for inviting me.”

“Mmm,” he hums, “I’ll have to do it more often.”

“As long as you make me dinner again.”

He smiles, placing a kiss in your hair, “anytime you want.”

author’s note: this is a work of fiction not meant to accurately represent the idol. please do not repost.