I.l.y. - Woosung Fluff

Flexibility (Bill Denbrough x Reader)

Requested: nahhh

Pairing(s): Bill Denbrough x Reader

Warnings: sexual innuendos (richie will be richie), implications of smut, THEY ARE AGED UP IN THIS, I REPEAT, THEY ARE AGED UP IN THIS (maybe like 16 or 17)

A/N: day 18 of Christmas Fic Countdown!!! enjoy!!!

Gif Credit belongs to @billbenbev

You and the losers were gathered in the library for the third time this week, attempting to study. I say attempting because Richie always managed to get you all off topic somehow, no matter the subject.

The purpose of this study group was to get Bill to confess to you. With your consent of course, the losers decided they would nudge you and Bill together by teasing and flirting with you. You know, to try to get him to make a move. And since finals were soon, the study group was born.

Today, you all weren’t too off topic, but you weren’t completely focused either. You and Bill were attempting to study world history notes from your notebook, because his went “missing” (courtesy of Richie). Eventually, you leaned back against your chair with a huff.

“Dude, my handwriting is like hieroglyphics,” you said. “How are you even reading this?”

Bill chuckled and rolled his eyes. “I think it’s p-pretty.”

You both gazed at each other with amused smiles. And then, Beverly found the perfect thing in her health textbook.

“Hey, [name],” she said. You broke your gaze from Bill’s. 

“Yeah?”

“You’re flexible, right?”

You simply smiled, while Bill’s face heated up.

“Yes, I am,” you confirmed.

Beverly smiled. “We’re writing an essay on flexibility in health, so could we use you as a source of information.”

You shrugged. “Sure. What do you need to know?”

“Basic things, mostly,” Richie said. “Like, why are you flexible?”

“Well, a lot of things contribute to that,” you hummed. “Age, height, gender. Sometimes it’s solely based on activities you do that keep you stretching in those sort of ways.” Bill’s face turned beet red, but you didn’t notice. 

“So, tell us, [name],” Richie said, leaning closer to you from across the table. “What activities have you been doing that keep you flexible?”

You laughed and rolled your eyes, leaning forward as well. “Not any that you’re thinking of, I’m sure.” You pushed up his glasses and leaned back again. “But, yes, technically that could be classified as an activity that would keep your muscles flexible.”

You and Richie smirked at each other from across the table while Beverly laughed. Bill cleared his throat uncomfortably, making your gaze fall back to your notebook. You all went back to studying semi-peacefully. But Beverly didn’t miss when Bill leaned forward and whispering something in your ear, then announced he was going to the bathroom and left.

She watched as your face heated up ever so slightly. You closed your notebook. “I’m going to look for a book to decipher my handwriting.” You stood with a small smile. “I’ll be back.”

When you were out of sight, Richie turned to Beverly. “Something’s happening?”

Beverly nodded. “Something’s happening.”

“Way ahead of you,” Stan sighed, standing and follow the path you had took through the bookshelves.

He came back a minute or two later, his face a light shade of pink, but also adorning a smirk.

“So?” Ben questioned.

“Making out by the history books,” Stan said, returning to his seat. “I’m sure they’ll explore more about flexibility this weekend when [name]’s parents are out of town.”

Ben, Beverly, and Richie high-fived in victory while Eddie muttered, “Disgusting.”

TXT Scenario; Your First kiss with them

{Requested} Who’s Your TXT bias?

Soobin;

You’ve been dating Soobin for about a year and he had good news to share with you.

He asked you to meet him at the park where you two usually hang out.

Once you spotted your tall boyfriend you quickly ran towards him. He open his arms wide to embrace you in a hug. He smiled while doing so.

“So what’s up? What did you need to tell me?” You ask him while releasing from the hug.

He held your hand and lead you to a nearby bench, “I think you need to sit down”

You began to worry. What’s the big deal.

“So” He sighed, “I just got informed that..” he paused, his right leg was shaking.

“What? What happened?” You questioned eager to know what the news was

“… I’m going to debut soon y/n!” Soobin gushed

You jumped from you seat, he did too. You ended up jumping on him and immediately grabbed his face and pulled it closer to yours to kiss him.

The kiss lasted for a bit, Soobin then paused so did you.

“Y/n that was our first kiss” He said

You kissed him again, “-and this is our second”

Yeonjun;

Yeonjun was the first boyfriend that you actually cared deeply for.

During the preparation for his debut he’s been tired and he’d cancelled a lot of dates with you.

Then one evening he showed up outside your house. You opened door staring at him in confusion.

He smiled, he still looked very exhausted.

“Care to go on a date?” He asked, you nodded

He carried a picnic basket so you assumed you were having a picnic at the park. However he lead you to the subway. He refused to tell you where he was taking you but you trusted him.

Once you got off you spotted the beach, “You know by this time the water is cold?”

He chucked, his tired expression was cute. “We’re here to see the sunset”

Yeonjun held your hand giving it a light kiss.

Once you reached to the sand, he laid the blanket so you guys can sit. He handed you a sandwich and a drink.

Afterwards Yeonjun wrapped his arm around you, and pulled you closer. You laid your head on his shoulder.

He stared at you, “There’s a whole view infront of us and you’re staring at me” you questioned

“Y/n, you are my view” Yeonjun said, you blushed

“Oh my gosh!” You pushed him lightly

“Hey I’m sorry for cancelling dates, I want you to know that I care deeply about you and you didn’t deserve me treating you that way” Yeonjun apologized

You leaned in and kissed him on the lips, his lips were soft. It’s like you kissed a cloud.

“Don’t apologize for anything” you mumbled while still kissing him

He pulled back a bit, “I have to, I’m sorry that I didn’t kiss you earlier”

Beomgyu;

Beomgyu forced you into a haunted house, you were terrified but you didn’t want to ruin the evening.

You held his hand tightly, your eyes were closed even before you entered the haunted house.

Beomgyu noticed and laughed, “Awe y/n! If you’re scared we don’t need to enter”

You shook your head, “It’s fine”

Then you two began walking in, you held his waist and hid behind him as he led you around.

Halfway a monster grabbed you and you were terrified. You began screaming then ended up crying.

Beomgyu pushed the monster away and he hugged you. “Y/n it’s okay I’m here”

You continued crying, wetting his hoodie with your tears. You couldn’t and didn’t want to move.

“We’re almost done, okay? Come on let’s go”Beomgyu said but you shook your head

He sighed, “It’s going to be alright, I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you anymore” Beomgyu reassured, he lifted your head and kissed you on the lips, “Okay?”

You nodded and Beomgyu held you tight not letting go at anytime. He protected you as you walked through the haunted house.

Once you were out you still couldn’t let go of your boyfriend.

“I’m so sorry y/n I-“ you cut him off with a kiss

“Thank you” you said

He smiled, “I’d do anything for you”

Taehyun;

You and your boyfriend Taehyun, along with a bunch of your friends decided to hang out after school. Everyone hanged out at the usually bubble tea shop not too far from the school.

You guys also bought a bunch of snacks.

You sat next to Taehyun comfortably laughing at your friends jokes.

“Hey let’s do the pepero challenge!” Your friend suggested but your other friend blew him off

“No we’re not dating!” She protested

Everyone laughed, “But you know who is dating?”

Everyone turned to look at you and Taehyun.

“Pepero! Pepero!” They chanted in unison

Taehyun casually reached over and grabbed the candy out of the box. He then faced you, “Come on I’m eager to reach the end” he smirked at you

You moved away, you two have been dating for a long time but haven’t kissed since it would’ve been your first kiss.

You sighed and finally agreed, you had the Pepero at one end as Taehyun slowly got closer. Until he actually reached you. The kiss lasted for a long time.

“Oh my gosh guys get a room!” Someone joked

You separated from your boyfriend, “Let’s do it again” you said

He nodded and reached over for another Pepero but you stopped, “Without it” you laughed

Huening Kai;

It was like every usual day, Kai would walk you home and give you a hug before entering.

Both of you guys were very shy for a particular reason. So you decided that you guys should finally kiss.

On the way home you were very nervous and he noticed.

“Are you okay? You’ve been quiet” Kai questioned

You shook your head, “Everything is fine.”

He wasn’t convinced, “Come on I’m your boyfriend you can trust me”

You sighed, “I was planning to kiss you but I got nervous”

He smiled brightly, “you were gong to kiss me?”

You nodded. “We can still kiss…” Kai said

Kai bent down to kiss you but you two bumped heads instead. “Ouch Okay” you said

You guys began to laugh at your failure. You attempted again but you two turned the same way.

You got tired and then grabbed his face and began to kiss him.

“Wow” He said, you laughed

“We’re terrible at this” you admitted

He shrugged, “But he can always practice” Kai simply kissed your forehead

{Requests are Open!!!!}

Jaeden Martell x Reader

Bold-comments on the live stream

You watched as your best friend did some homework. You were trying to do yours but you couldn’t concentrate. Your attention just kept coming back to Jaeden. The way he looked so focused, it gave you butterflies in your stomach. You glanced over at Jaeden for the 100th time today. Not once did he notice your small glances, too focused on his work. You tapped your pen on the desk, then leaned back in your beanbag. A loud groan left your lips. Jaeden didn’t seem to notice as his music was up really high. You pulled out your phone, deciding to do a live stream. You quickly pulled up Instagram. You started the live stream.

“Hey everyone,” You said. “Doing homework on my beanbag because a certain someone took up the whole table.” You flip the camera so now it was recording Jaeden. He still hadn’t realised. Loads of comments started popping up, but you smiley focused on the ones from Wyatt and Jack at that moment

‘JaEdEn YoU hOg,’ Wyatt had said.

‘Hey Y/n you should sit on his lap ;),’ Jack said. You felt your cheeks go warm. You flipped it back so the camera was back on you. 

“I love you Jack but seriously why can’t you be more like Wyatt,” you laughed. 

“*gasps* hOW DARE yOU,” Jack commented. 

‘Finally someone appreciates me :P,’ Wyatt wrote. You rolled your eyes. You gave a grin before flipping the camera back to Jaeden. Jaeden quickly wrote something down. 

‘I saw that blush, you liiiiike him.’ Your cheeks turned more red, thanking god that the camera was on Jaeden and not you.

“C’mom Jack stop!” You scolded playfully. You zoomed the camera in slightly so that Jaeden’s concentration face could be seen better. Then Jaeden turned his head, facing you. 

“Are you live streaming?” Jaeden asked. You dropped your phone on the floor then scrambled to pick it up.

“Maybe…” You trailed off. Jaeden cracked a smile.

“You’re such a dork,” he laughed. Jaeden pulled out his headphones. He uncrossed his legs. “Come over here.” The livestream was blowing up with comments like ‘😍😍 OHMIGOSH the ship is sailing,’ and ‘is y/s/n realll???❤️.’ You ignored them though as you hopped into Jaeden’s lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist.

‘You did it! You sat in his lap!’ Jack said. Jaeden nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. Warmth went through your body.

“Wyatt back me up,” you whined.

‘Sorry y/n/n, Jack’s got a point,” Wyatt commented. You gasped dramatically. Jaeden laughed. You placed your phone against Jaeden’s pencil case. It was still streaming.

“Let’s give them what they want shall we?” Jaeden said. Jaeden grabbed your chin and turned your head so that you were facing him. Your eyes locked, before your eyes wandered to his lips. You could just kiss them, it’s all you ever wanted to do. You felt your head leaning in. Jaeden grabbed the collar of your shirt and smashed his lips onto yours. You immediately melted into it. You’ve kissed a couple of people, but this felt right. This felt like it meant something. After a little while you pulled apart, both of you panting slighty.

“That was-” 

“Amazing,” Jaeden said. A goofy grin was in his face which caused you to giggle.

“I-I didn’t think y-you thought of me t-t-that way,” You stuttered. You mentally scolded yourself for stuttering.

“I thought I was stuttering Bill,” Jaeden joked. 

“Oh wow,” you said sarcastically. Jaeden kissed your lips again, this time just a peck. Jaeden was flustered , so were you.

“I love you y/n, I always have,” Jaeden muttered. You smiled.

“And I love you Jae,” you said. You wrapped your arms around Jaeden’s neck and leaned your forehead against his. You sit there for a moment until the trailer door opens. You and Jaeden pulled away. Wyatt and Jack are standing there with the biggest grins on their faces.

“Oh my gosh I knew it I knew it I knew it!” Jack exclaimed, basically jumping up and down. You look at Jaeden confused, then at Wyatt and Jaeden.

“You left the live stream on,” Wyatt said. Jaeden snickered. You leaned your head into Jaeden’s chest in embarrassment.

“You’re such a dork,” He said. “But your my dork.” You rolled your eyes.

“You’re so cheesy.”

“You looove me.”

“I do. I really do.”

Bonus Scene!

Sophia and Finn practically screamed.

“The ship has sailed!” Sophia shouted happily.

“I know that was great,” Finn exclaimed. They squealed before turning back to the live stream.

“I don’t think they realise they’re still streaming,” Sophia said.

“Yeah me too,” Finn laughed. “But look, this is quality content!” 

Sophia and Finn never talked about their little fangirl session over Y/n and Jaeden to anyone else, only between each other when they have other fangirl sessions

Hiii could I request an ateez reaction to u sitting on their lap

how each member would react to you sitting on their lap

HONGJOONG can be very casual about situations where you decide to sit on his lap. if he’s sitting and talking with some of the other members and you decide to make yourself comfortable in his lap, it’ll be like second nature for him to welcome you with tight arms around your waist. he wouldn’t even break conversation. but other times, if you’re having a night out at a party, hongjoong having one too many drinks, and you make your way into his lap, he’ll immediately be all over you. if you aren’t already facing him, he’ll have you reposition yourself so he can take your face in his hands, enticing you in a very sloppy makeout session! his favorite position to make out in is definitely with you sitting in his lap!

SEONGHWA absolutely adores having his little girl in his lap. he just enjoys how much you constantly want to claim his lap as your favorite seat, enabling him to feel more like he’s taking care of you. but don’t be surprised if you’re watching a show or movie and his hands start to wander either up your shirt or along your thighs. having your back to his chest also grants him easy access to a slow assault on the inside of your neck. try to object and he’ll reply with a quick, “hey, you’re the one who decided to sit here.”

YUNHO knows exactly what it means when you make your way into his lap. either you’re about to ask him, very nicely, if you can ride his thigh or you want to be able to grind against him as you participate in a heated makeout session. yunho is never opposed to either option. he’ll welcome you into his lap with a wide grin on his face, already knowing what was going to be in store. yunho strikes me as the type to be very handsy, so once your lips connect with his, his hands will explore every inch of you he can reach. once his hands settle at their favorite place, more than likely on your ass, he’ll grip firmly to rock you harder against the growing member within his pants, a pleased sound falling from his lips. “that’s it, baby. again.”

YEOSANG is possibly a little less in control than the others when you decide to take a seat on his lap. he’ll be fine in the beginning, but as soon as you start moving around too much and causing too much friction, it’s over for you. sure, he lets it slide the first time, just brushing it off as an accident and quickly readjusting himself, but as soon as it happens a second time, third time, he knows it’s intentional. let’s just say you won’t stay in his lap for very long. he’ll be quick to flip you over and pin you to the couch, secretly the reaction you were aiming to get from him, an eyebrow raised in fake curiosity. “what do you think you’re doing there, angel?”

SAN is probably the biggest tease amongst the members. in this case, he’s the one with an ulterior motive when you decide to take a seat in his lap. you’ll be laying in bed with him watching a movie, your body slotted between his thighs, back to his chest, when he gets bored and just wants to play with you. he’ll try to place gentle kisses to your neck, signaling to you that he wants to have some fun, but all you do is swat him away, too engrossed in the movie. that is until his slender fingers grip roughly on either side of your waist, holding you in place as he rocks his hips up against your backside, immediately causing you to snap your head back to look at him, a red hue spreading across your cheeks. “oh, so now you wanna pay attention to me?”

MINGI is a lot like seonghwa when it comes to lap sitting. he loves knowing that it’s your favorite place to occupy and loves how easily he can wrap you up in his arms. he’s usually very composed when you sit on his lap, knowing how to control himself, but as soon as he sees you enter the room wearing one of his shirts and a small pair of shorts underneath… let’s just say he’ll definitely have something else in mind. before you can even sit down, he’ll take you by your hips and bring you to sit with his thigh slotted between yours, tapping your waist as a signal for you to move against him. “don’t think you can just walk around in my clothes like that and not expect me to do something, baby.”

WOOYOUNG is clingy. you could be doing just about anything and this kid would find a way to slide beneath you, just so he could have you close to him. sitting at the table eating a snack? he’ll ask you to stand up, take your seat, then guide you back down to sit on his lap. doing homework at your desk? same thing. when he slips in the chair behind you while you’re studying, most times he’ll just be watching videos on his phone, but other times he just desperately wants your attention. he’ll slip his hands beneath your shirt, his fingertips grazing your skin as you mumble a “not now, wooyoung.” he’ll pout for a few seconds as he removes his hands, waiting for you to get sucked back into studying. as soon as you’re distracted, he’ll brush his hands across the insides of your thighs, squeezing briefly. just before he knows you’re about to protest, he slips his hand beneath your pants, your objection turning into a sound of pleasure. “good girl.”

JONGHO is still trying to get comfortable and more in control when you decide to occupy his lap. don’t get me wrong, he loves it, but he’s always very quick to get a little too… excited. you don’t mind because it more likely than not leads to a heated makeout session between you two, tongues tangled together as you press against his body impossibly close, feeling his growing member beneath you. sometimes, though, you can’t help but pull away with a small giggle and a smile, knowing that you were the one to get him so worked up, causing the next kiss to be a clack of teeth as you both can’t stop smiling.

♡ Atiny reblog this and I’ll tell you which Ateez member would fall in love with you based on your blog! ♡

5 types of kisses - CBG

requested:

Hello! I really like your writing and your 5 types of kisses scenarios are incredibly cute. So I wanted to ask maybe you can write one also for Beomgyu? I’m really soft for this boy but I can’t find a lot of things written about him. If you of course have time, bc I saw that you’re really busy with collage 💜

5 types of kisses with beomgyu?? i feel like people would request the same for the rest too 😂

hey!! so I’m absolutely in love with your kiss drabble things for Soobin and Yeonjun and i was wondering if you could do the same for Beomgyu? LOVE your blog so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Hi I love your writing! It’s very well written! I reread a bunch lol can I request a scenario with beomgyu and a sick s/o?

notes:

same as yeonjun and soobin!!! 5 types of kisses… i had to get creative with body parts though (not in like… a weird way)… and i feel like these are kind of short but i naturally got to the point faster in these that i have before, and i try to keep my writing more or less natural, you know? his first kiss scene is my favorite i’ve written so far though

summary:

beomgyu and five times (and five ways) he kisses you

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[7:45 PM] as he drops you off at your house after your third date, you can tell that jongho has something on his mind. after slight pressuring from you, he relents and asks you to close your eyes. you do, jitters liquefying into elation as he gently presses his lips to yours

Doesn’t Even Compare // Peter Kavinsky

Peter kavinsky fluff like them staying in bed and cuddling while watching movies and maybe a little making out with his hand on the reader ass

A/N: ;)

Please don’t plagiarize my work - I spend a lot of my time writing, copying and pasting destroys that. If you want to repost my work. please ask first - but even then I might say no.

Word Count: 549

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“He is not that cute.”

“Uh, yeah, he is.”

“…I am way better looking than that guy.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, quirking a brow as you peered up at Peter. His brows were drawn in together and he was pouting, obviously jealous, as the lights from the TV reflected off of his eyes. The moment he felt your gaze on him though, he turned his attention to you. “I’m serious.”

“Yeah right,” you laughed, shaking your head.

“How in the world is Gilbert Blythe more attractive then me?” Peter exclaimed, shifting upwards slightly. You groaned in response, given that you’d been leaning heavily on his chest, his movements affected yours. When you felt Peter sitting up, you followed him, reaching for the remote to pause the show as you turned your head to face your boyfriend. “I mean look at him,” he gestured to the TV, “he’s so scrawny, and I am not scrawny. Not to mention, that hair-”

“Your hair is just as messy.”

“That’s not the point,” Peter huffed, then frowned, “besides, you said you liked the messy look.”

“I do.”

“Then… how?”

With a soft smile and a sigh, you rolled your eyes once again. You knew Peter wasn’t actually upset or angry, and rather, his ego was a little insulted. This little rant was purely based off of jealously (and you chose to ignore the fact that he was jealous of a TV character – a fictional character).

Knowing what had to be done, you set your hands before yourself, bracing yourself as you rose your leg, moving it so it was across Peter’s lap. His rambling instantly halted the moment you crawled onto his lip, setting your hands on his chest, making sure to even run your fingers along his shirt as you smirked down at him. 

“You know you’re the only guy for me,” you assured, smiling.

Pouting for a moment longer, Peter’s hands came up to your waist, pulling you closer as he muttered; “damn right.”

A little squeal of surprise left your lips when Peter slid his hands down from your waist to your ass, cupping it and tugging you forward until you practically fell against his chest. You were glad your hands had been on his chest, helping you brace yourself from the sudden movement as Peter pressed his lips against your own.

You didn’t hesitate a moment before returning the kiss, eventually sliding your own hands up his chest, to his neck and then cupping the back of his head to pull him closer.

After a moment you pulled back, mumbling breathless against his lips; “but the sho-”

“Who cares about the show?”

“Peter-!”

“Come on, Y/N,” Peter grinned, squeezing your ass a little as he licked his lips. “I’d much rather sit here and make out with you.”

Huffing, you knew that you agreed with Peter. So, with a half-hearted glare, you pressed your lips against his own once more. You moaned slightly into the kiss, against his lips, as Peter messaged your ass, moving one hand up to press against your lower back. All the while, your fingers ran through his messy hair, pulling him as close as humanely possible.

Peter was right, Gilbert was definitely did not compare to the boy in front of you.

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let me know what you thought? remember, reblogging always helps!

also, the whole gilbert blythe thing is just a joke. both noah and lucas are both very attractive boys (what?? im not gonna lie). i merely did this because of that whole thing that lara jean covey’s dream man is gilbert blythe. just a little joke for yall.

[1:42 pm] everyone had always talked about how interesting it was to see the footsteps of their soulmate everywhere around them; they’d been lucky enough to have a soulmate near where they lived, making it easier for them to find each other. you, however, had never seen any footprints — at least, not the soulmate footprints.

some said the footprints were colourful, each one a different colour of the rainbow, others said that they were the colour that best represents how your soulmate was feeling when they were there, and then there were the few who claimed that the colour of their footprints was the colour of their aura; you didn’t know which of those was correct, but it must have been different for every pair. the one constant with the footprints is that they were fleeting, the footprints disappeared quickly, letting you know that they had been there very recently.

since you had never seen your soulmate’s footprints, you’d just assumed they didn’t live anywhere near you. however, one day, as you were walking into the convenience store, you saw them.

they were a hot pink colour, leading towards the aisle where most of the snacks were. you blinked at the trail for a momnet, dumbfounded, but snapped out of it and slowly made your way over. would they still be there? you hoped they would be.

sure enough, they were. the only person on that aisle was a man with dark hair, and facial features that you could only describe as ‘godlike’, his clothes seemed like he had been planning on going straight back home as soon as he got his snacks, and the footprints lead right to him.

should you say something? what would you say? 'hey, i think you’re my soulmate’? no, that seems too direct… but what else could you say?

he looked up at you. you made eye contact for a moment, then his eyes flickered to look at something behind you, his mouth opening slightly in awe. “i… didn’t think i’d be meeting my soulmate in a convenience store.”

“neither did i,” you replied quietly, shyly looking away from his face, “um… i’m (y/n), by the way.”

“(y/n)… i’m kang yeosang.”

— pina colada ( m )

wk: 3k

pairing: yunho x reader

notes: happy birthday @latte-fairytaekwoon 🤍 bestfriend!yunho. no smut. heavy make-out session. groping. grinding. very suggestive content.

To say that Yunho was annoyed would understate the matter of the situation he found himself in. For two weeks, he's been persuading you to finally have a movie night together and binge all movies of the Pirates of the Caribbean series. It was only into thirty minutes of the first film when you came back from the kitchen with your hoodie pocket stuffed with an assortment of candy. Yunho hardly caught the tail end of the conversation playing from the flat screen TV, brow twitching in annnoyance at the sound of something clicking loudly against your teeth. He didn't have to turn his head to realize you were sucking on a candy. You occasionally hollowed your cheeks, eyes so focused on the intense chase scene playing that you don't realize Yunho's gaze drifting to your form every few minutes.

Your hands absentmindedly unwrapped a lollipop as you loudly crunched on the last sliver of the blueberry candy in your mouth. Yunho mentally cursed himself for his wavering gaze, catching sight of your puckered lips and how hollow your cheeks went as you took the bright orange lollipop into your mouth. His hand stilled in the bowl of popcorn, his teeth gnawing at the inside of his cheek as he pinched kernel after kernel to distract him of wandering thoughts. From his peripheral vision, he watched in silence as you sucked on the candy, your left cheek bulging sinfully as you maneuvered the pop with your tongue. He froze, eyes briefly flickering to your face, making matters even worse. He's faintly aware of the distinct scent of citrus in the air, and his large hand scoops a heaping handful of salty popcorn, nearly inhaling the pieces as he messily shoves them into his salivating mouth. If you had taken a look at Yunho, it won't take a genius to realize he was feeling uneasy and distracted.

Tapping your hand, he shifts to voice a complaint. When you don't budge, he waves a hand in front of your face, breaking your concentration of the movie and causing you to glance at him in question. His throat suddenly feels parched at the way the lollipop bobs against the inside of your cheek , "You're eating too loud."

Your brows shoot up in surprise, quickly ripping the lollipop from your mouth to speak. His eyes don't miss the thin line of saliva that quickly breaks as you do so, and he brings his attention back to your face, suddenly feeling like he got doused in flames. With the way you're gazing at him, it wouldn't surprise him if you heard the thoughts rattling through his head.

"Sorry- was just too focused on the movie," you snort in amusement, bringing the candy back into your mouth before turning to face the TV.

Nearing the end of the movie, Yunho internally groans as you noisily chew onto the salt water taffy. Wrappers litter your lap and the floor as your wide eyes train on the film. You adjust your seating numerous of times, now leaning against Yunho's side, legs thrown over his frame as you absentmindedly traced his the veins on his hand with your fingers. He's complained about three or four more times after the initial remark, but after the fifth time, he's given up mentioning your loud and distracting noises. He doesn't know if it's annoyance or something else. Yunho allowed his eyes to drift over to your frame, the very same one that's been tempting him all evening. So much for fully enjoying and focusing on the films he's been wanting to rewatch.

He doesn't understand the growing desire that builds inside of him when he rakes his gaze over your— his best friend's— body. He suddenly feels too hot in his yellow hoodie, and his adam's apple bobs as he swallows thickly, chest rising as he inhales deeply. He'll just have to focus extra hard on the TV.

His hands are quick to press play onto the second film as you ramble on about the ending of the first. Your words don't really settle in his brain like you thought they did, and he can only nod continuously and hum back in reply. You pop another piece of taffy into your mouth when a cough from your side has your head turning to glance at an annoyed looking Yunho.

"What?"

"Y'know your teeth are going to rot by the end of tonight," he rolls his eyes at your candy stained pout, "Stop eating so much candy. You're being too noisy. Again."

"But this is my favorite," you huff as you give him a look of disappointment, "It's not like I complained about the noises you were making when you were scarfing down all that popcorn."

Yunho nearly chokes on his saliva, before flickering a corn kernel onto your face in retaliation, smiling innocently when you pin him with a warning look.

"Touché," he hums, pulling you into a tight side hug as you playfully glare at him. The second movie has both of your attention much more than the first, and when one thrilling scene slowly comes to an end, Yunho flutters his eyes shut, the intense, bright light of the TV shining into his closed eyes.

"That's gross," you comment, face contorting into a grimace as you watch the heavy make-out scene on the TV.

"What is?"

His shoulders drop in relaxation, hands distractedly thumbing the adjustable drawstrings of his sweatpants when your hands pull out a packet of pop rock candy. Ripping a corner open, you experimentally shake the contents to one side of the packet, before pouring a small amount onto your tongue to taste the flavor. The crackling against your tongue has your lips quirking up into a small smile, "Making out. Don't know why most find the idea of exchanging saliva so appealing."

He stares at your expression with a distracted gaze, and ignoring the edge of doubt in his mind, he parts his lips in a silent attempt to voice out the words that seem to die on his tongue every time he wants to bring it up. You were going to drive him crazy. He wanted to end this insanity, but he couldn't bear it any longer, his grip around the drawstrings tightening.

"I mean, yeah— the idea sounds gross, but it's not too bad. Haven't you ever tried it?" He finds himself asking, and your eyes widen in disbelief and embarrassment at the sudden question that lingers in the air.

"Well, no, but," your trailed softly, words dying in your throat as you fought to form a statement of defense. The way his gaze bore into you has you squirming against his side, your neck and ears feeling considerably hot to the touch, "The idea just sounds.. gross. And the other person won't get it. They'll just find it offensive and insulting, won't they?"

"Well, everyone has their preferences. So, it's okay to not like it. But, do you want to try it at least? With me," he says, uncertainty in his voice, "Y'know, just to experiment. I promise I brushed my teeth before I came here."

"What— " you nearly choke on your candy-flavored saliva, head snapping painfully quick to asses his face for any sign of mischief. When you found nothing but genuine eyes, you furrow your brows at your best friend, eyes squinting suspiciously. Surely, he was joking, and you were careful to word your thoughts properly to not hurt his feelings, "Well.. it's not that I won't mind. I want to just to say I've tried it and to make sure I know I definitely don't like it but-"

"But?" He drawls out slowly, nearly smiling at the way your nervous gaze flickers from your lap to his face.

"But I just think it's gross," you add lamely. You want to shrink under his gaze, but when he throws his head back in laughter, you suddenly get the urge to pinch his side in retaliation. You don't think it's funny at all.

"Okay, how about this," he starts, hands quickly snatching the packet of pina colada pop rocks from your hand and giving it a playful shake, "Since you're so grossed out, I'll pour all this in my mouth right before. It'll just be like eating candy.. but you'll also get to experience what it feels like to have someone practically eat your face?" Yunho internally groans at his lack of better explanation, and with the way your lips twitch down, he thinks he's made the biggest mistake of his life. Neither of you speak or move for what feels like an eternity. You could not look away from him. You swallow nervously as you realize there is no sign of amusement or playfulness in his usually mischievous eyes, and grew suddenly aware of your close proximity, the feeling of his breath fanning against your cheek suddenly becoming a bit too much for you. You were afraid to harm the friendship you took so long to build with him. He sensed the internal turmoil you were feeling, and he quickly spoke up, "And don't worry- this won't ruin us. I promise. I won't tell anyone about it, not even Mingi."

Your lips form the words before you can properly think them through.

"Alright then. Sounds good to me."

He stares at you momentarily in silence, the gears in his head slowly coming to a halt, before you suddenly settle onto his lap with a quirked brow and a frown. It's then that he suddenly jolts back, shoulders straightening and brows raising up in surprise, as his hands subconsciously reach down to grip your sides.

"Are you going to do it yet?" Your voice emits as a tremulous whisper of uncertainty, and you want to curse yourself for the timid tone. All traces of laughter and amusement were gone from his eyes, sending a shiver down your spine and causing your breath to hitch in your throat.

He roughly rips the packet even more, before dumping the contents all into his mouth, the crystals sticking and clinging onto his wet tongue. You hear the loud sizzle and you lick at your lips without much thought. You're suddenly nervous when he takes your head in between his large hands, bringing your face closer to his own. He starts off with gentle pecks against your tiers, one hand resting gently onto the back of your neck whilst the other is on the side of your face. You're aware of his thumb brushing against your cheek, and your eyes flutter shut on their own accord, as you fall against his chest all soft and compliant to his touches, practically melting in his hold as you revel in his warmth. You felt like you were set ablaze, skin burning where his hands stilled. The temperature difference was even more prominent with the cool breeze blowing in from the ajar window in the back, and when his tongue darts out to lick at the seam of your lips, it feels like your mind short-circuited for a brief second. Subconsciously, you pulled away just millimeters, before the hand on your neck pulled you back in, your lips instinctively parting to allow him access. He brushed his tongue along the ridges of your teeth, before twining it with your own. You feel the grains of rock candy crackling and fizzing against your tongues, a soft whimper escaping your throat as he brushes his candy-coated tongue against yours. You were tense on top of him, frame stiff as you allowed him to lick into your mouth, tasting your essence. The candy in his mouth soon melted against your tongue, leaving only a bright flavor and tingling sensation behind. The kiss turned deeper as you felt his tongue curling against your own languid one, and it continued for another minute or two before the two of you broke apart, panting and practically breathing the same air.

"Well? Was it as bad as you thought?" Yunho struggled to maintain his composure, voice deeper and rougher than before the two of you started.

"I think I need to try again and see," you claim. He reaches up, hands tangling in your hair as he poises his lips over your own, gaze dropping to your tiers that are mere inches from his own. Before you can say more, his mouth lowers instantly, already on your own, and the last bit of the rational little voice of human reason in the back of his mind is silenced. He closes the distance between the two of you, the heady yearning he felt towards you too much for him to handle. If this was the only opportunity he had to taste you, by all means he was going to devour you with no qualms or regrets. You were simply too intoxicating, and he loved it. You lingered on the periphery of his mind like a continuous tune, and the desire he's buried for so long finally rolls over him with the force of a tidal wave. He kisses your lips tenderly, lips firm against your own before he delves his tongue against the seam of your lips and back into your wet cavern, the remnants of the candy gone from his mouth, and in its place a lingering taste of pineapple. You dig your fingers into his tresses, reveling in the feel of his frame against your own as you emit a soft whimper of need into his mouth. Nothing mattered right now but the addicting torture he was inflicting on your senses. He angles your head to give him more room and ease, wet muscle exploring your mouth in languid, intimate strokes, his ministrations assertive and confident as he brushes the pads of his fingers across the sensitive flesh of your throat. His fingers fan out across your collarbones, delicately pressing against your windpipe as he swallows more of your soft mewls.

You were trembling beneath the sensual onslaught of his lips, your fingers tugging at his dark locks as his hands gripped and roamed your legs feverishly, tracing delicate lines up the insides of your bare thighs. You feel the solid ridge of his arousal beneath your rear, and it takes very restraint in you to not grind down against him. He was so warm, and his touches only left trails of fire in their wake. Your hands fall down to caress the firm muscles of his pectorals and broad shoulders, the empty packet of candy falling carelessly onto the floor.

Yunho kissed you like nothing else mattered in the world, and your toes practically curl in response of having him twitch and throb underneath you. His hands are at your hips again, his grip practically bruising as he presses down hard, maneuvering your hips so that you're grinding atop of his hard on. He releases a groan that triggers a throb of white-hot desire within you, and it truly feels like you're robbed of any sensible and coherent thought. His hands roam your backside, exploring and caressing, before gripping and pulling you forward by your hips. His fingers slip beneath the back of your shorts, large hands cupping your rear and holding you in place as he noisily suckles onto your tongue. Your skin felt like heavy, heated satin underneath his touch, and he squeezes your flesh experimentally whilst bucking up against you, the swell of his clothed cock sending a sharp bolt of electricity down your spine. You knew he was big— your wandering eyes knew that much, but to actually feel it pressing against you has you wondering if you'll be able to take his sheer size. The feel of your hips grinding down against his hardening cock sends shockwave after shockwave through his veins. It enflamed him even further. Your mind is reeling as you arch into his hold, arms wrapping around his neck to pull him even closer than you thought possible as you gave a roll of your hips down against the tent in his sweatpants. The pleasure inflames through you, subduing you into a mindless mess.

You never knew this sort of desire existed- so relentlessly unyielding and blinding you of any sense of rationality. His stifled groans only fueled the dark need and desire inside of you. You murmur his name into his mouth, and he wordlessly breaks the kiss to slide his lips along your jaw and down your throat, fleeting kisses leaving embers on your flesh. Your shirt droops down to reveal your shoulder, and taking advantage of the exposed flesh, he leans in to suckle at your collarbone, purposefully leaving mark after mark onto your irritated skin, and causing you to emit a sound between a gasp and a broken moan.

"So," he pants out, lips swollen and glossy with a thin sheen of saliva. His face is flushed and overheated, eyes filled with an insatiable hunger, and you think he looks unbearably desirable. You stare at him as he pulls away, eyes mystified and unfocused as the fog in your head slowly starts to dissipate. Once your head clears momentarily, your ears burn, and you immediately attempt to scoot off of his lap, but his hands are quick to hold you in place. His tongue darts out to lick at his lips before he tugs you closer by the waist, a mischievous glint in his eyes practically making you whimper and melt like putty in his hands, "Do you still think it's as gross as it sounds?" His voice is soft, whispering across your skin like smooth velvet.

"Well," you breathe out, chest heaving as you attempted to regain proper breathing, "It's definitely not as bad as I thought it would be, that's for sure. But, maybe it's because it was with you."

You share a look with him, and you have the many years of knowing him to thank for fully understanding the silent plea that lingers in the air all too blatantly. His gaze drops to your lips and then back up to meet your eyes as you hover your lips over his mouth in silent agreement. You were sure he wanted this just as badly as you did. Your desperate hands pull his face closer as you locked lips for the umpteenth time that night, the faint taste of pina colada lingering on the back of your tongue.