Date W/ Hangyul !

Tumblr is giving me h3ll but someone on anon requested this and it wouldn’t let me uPLOAD THE RESPONSE sO:

— ☆ Kisses with Hongjoong would be so special. From chaste presses of lips to swest pecks on the tip of your nose and slow, langorous kisses spent licking lazily into one another’s mouths, the chemistry between the two of you would be undeniable. (No matter how fleeting, drawn out, or glorified any kisses may be.) He’s the type of lover that would want to constantly be touching you, hands finding purchase on your cheeks, neck, and anything he could grab onto, really. Scorpios know passion, and Hongjoong would definitely be able to share that knowledge with you in your kisses.

“you know, whenever you guys are having a hard time, feel depressed, or got a lot on your mind”

“just wanna say that, you know, it’s always ok to come to us”

“come to me, come to stray kids”

“and tell us how you feel, tell us what you’re feeling”

“cause, you know, we have ears to listen to”

“we will listen to you guys”

“and no matter what we will try to help out with what you’re going through”

“because i think that’s one thing that stray kids, that everyone can agree on”

“we will always try to fix you guys”

“so if you guys have anything, you know, just come find us”

“we’ll help you out”

-

thank you isn’t even enough anymore but i don’t know what else to say

so chan,

thank you for keeping me going

and for being there every step of the way

Dating Timoteo (HOTSHOT)

- is that an ultimate bias i see

- yes

- yes it is

………

- He is such a child honestly i love him so much

- He will treat you like a princess all the time

- you’re the first person who’s really cared about him in such a romantic way and he is indebted to you for that

- he is literally a puppy towards you and will do anything to make you smile

- he’s a strategist and of course will try and figure out how to make you happy with his Magical Mind Powers™

- his strategy is to get you adorable presents all the time and it works

- honestly, he’ll get you a stuffed animal and some flowers whenever he feels like it

- he also likes renting Disney movies from wherever and having a movie marathon with you

- on your birthday and valentine’s, he’ll take you somewhere special and will always buy you cake and presents and everything you want

- he wants to spoil you and make you the happiest he can because it’s your day and you deserve it

- he moms you frequently, but not too often if that makes any sense

- “beautiful, you’re looking sick. I suggest you lay down and I’ll get you some medicine.”

- “hey, beautiful, you can’t drive when you’re that tired. I’ll drive you to practice, okay?”

- he really only moms you when you are in danger of hurting yourself or getting sicker

- however he is not opposed to making you feel like a queen when you are sick by making you soup and feeding it to you

- he refuses to let you eat it by yourself so don’t fight it ok

- Skinship is v awkward but v cute

- Timo is an awkward baby and his strategy doesn’t prepare him for the butterflies in his stomach when he holds your hand

- he likes to lace his fingers with yours in public so you don’t get lost

- he also likes to puppy nudge you and whisper cute stuff in your ear

- “hey, beautiful, you look really really pretty today”

- he also likes to twirl your hair around his fingers when you sit across from each other in cafés

- at home, he tries really hard to please you god bless

- he likes to have you sit on his lap and face him

- he will also put his head in your lap whenever he can to make you laugh, and because he wants the pets

- he loves when you play with his hair and trace designs on his face with your fingers

- your cuddles are basically a living pile of soft

- he’ll be lying down on your bed or sitting against a wall and he’ll grab your waist as you walk by and pull you on top of him

- you’ll just sit or lie there as he traces his fingers down your arms and talks to you about his day

- when all falls silent he’ll sling his arm around your waist and lean his head into he crook of your neck

- you two just fall asleep like that usually

- the rest of HOTSHOT has probably found you two asleep more times then they can count honestly

- You and the rest of HOTSHOT are really great friends actually

- they’re always excited when you come to practice because you cheer them on really nicely

- you also bring food sometimes and they always appreciate food like who doesn’t

- when you are in the practice room they play a lot of games so you don’t get bored and they show you all of their dancing

- and hojung always teases timo about how he’s gonna steal you away one of these days

- but you would never let that happen because you’re a sweet timo-loyal bean even though hojung is one of your best friends

- when hojung does that, timo can get jealous which leads to more skinship and more kisses

- Speaking of which your kisses are insanely adorable????

- you two kiss a lot

- normally it’s a lil peck on the cheek or a sweet and light kiss when you’re in public

- at home it’s just… more?

- he attacks you with kisses as soon as you both walk in the door

- normally light kisses not lasting too long

- but sometimes he’ll deepen the kisses and boom!

- makeout session

- he does enjoy the odd makeout now and then and he initiates it usually

- not very common though

- Dates however are a bit more common

- he likes taking you out to places that are a bit more private

- like he’ll take you out to a botanical garden and pick a gazebo to have a picnic in away from everybody else

- “hey, beautiful- I know a nice place we can go, let’s get our shoes on”

- he also loves taking you to the movies

- you two will just sit at the very back and snuggle while watching some cute animated movie

- his favourite dates are when you go out to the park really late at night and nobody’s around

- you’re both kinda sleepy and he just likes holding you while you sit at the bottom of the slide

- you guys will just talk about anything and everything and then go home and sleep

- Timo isn’t particularly bad with jealousy

- he doesn’t like when you talk to other boys obviously

- but he uses his Magical Mind Powers™ to discern whether he should be worried or not

- if he does act on his jealousy, he just gets pouty and huffy

- honest to god it’s the cutest

- he’ll lace his fingers with yours and start playing with your hair

- then he’ll say he’s tired and ask if you two can go somewhere else

- once you’re away from the flirty boy, he leans his head on your shoulder and voices his concerns

- “hey, beautiful- i don’t like that boy, i think you should stay away from him”

- “you still love me more than him, right? right??”

- If it gets to the point of cheating, he will probably be more upset than the rest of the guys

- you are his first love, and he poured everything into making you as happy as possible

- he is bound to be mortified that you chose someone else over him

- however, he will deal with that hurt and anger differently

- instead of lashing out at you, he gets cold and quietly just asks you to pack up your stuff

- you can literally hear the venom and anger in his voice

- if he ever sees you in public he’ll just avoid you like the plague and literally leave the room

- and it kinda hurts but you realize it’s what you deserve

- *cough* on another note

- Fights and arguments aren’t common

- if there’s a problem, you two use your Magical Mind Powers™ logical arguments to sort out the problem amicably

- he seems the type to just sit you down if you start getting mad and just talk about the problem objectively

- because of this, you guys have literally never had a huge fight thank the lord

- In terms of Timoteo regarding your interests, he’s like a supportive mom

- “you’re doing great, beautiful”

- he particularly enjoys going to your showcases if they’re related to art or music

- he is aware that you’re quite talented in your hobbies and he wants to support you as best he can

- he’ll actually buy your art and just put it somewhere in your house as a surprise

- and he will go through the trouble of going through buying normal concert tickets to watch you in your element

- he’s wonderful

- Couple things you and mr. broad shoulders do include:

- couple shirts every day

- being tagged as ‘the couple everyone hates’

- calling him dumb pet names like hotshot even though he hates it sm like pls

………

- feel free to dm or anon requests, I’m always bored <3

Preference 13: You play with his hair

Connor: 

“Babe…” he breathes out as your hands immediately connected with his hair, tugging it slightly. He moans in between kisses. “You liked that baby?” you whispered right in his ear. He whimpered in response as you repeated your actions, earning multiple moans from him. “Don’t stop, baby.” He pleads out. You chuckle softly, “I wasn’t planning to, Con. I like getting this reaction from you.” You kissed him back harder and tugged his hair harder. “What reaction? Me submissively giving myself to you?” he smirks, “Yeah.” And there, an idea suddenly popped up in your head, ‘Submissively giving himself to me?’

Brad:

“Yeah, yeah do that. Oh god…” Brad whispered as you played with his hair while he was playing FIFA. “Hmm…but baby, you can’t be focused when I’m playing with your hair…” You teasingly said while you tugged harder and massaged his scalp. His eyes immediately fluttered close as he leaned backwards to your hand. You noticed how much he was enjoying this so you removed your hand from his hair. You stood up and walked away from him, “Oh my God, Y/N. You are so paying for that.” He shook his head, not making eye contact while he kept playing.

Tristan:

“Your hair is so nice, Tris.” You said as you slid your hands into his bundle of hair while tugged a little. “Thank you, baby.” He breathes out as he leaned more backwards to your hand for more pressure. “Do you like that babe?” you asked as you ran your hands all over his hair. He smiled at you and with his hand, he pulled you onto him and kissed you, as a reply. You accidently removed your hands and placed them on his chest. He made a tsk sound and took you hand on his, and placed it back on his hair. He whispered, “Please, baby. More.”

James:

“Love…” James said as he walked into the room, placing a kiss on your forehead. He was stressed, you can tell. “What’s bothering you, baby?” you asked. He just shook his head and ran his hand on his hair.  “Please, can you just play with my hair?” he asks you almost pleadingly. Your heart fluttered because he has never acted like he needed you this badly. “Of course.” You whispered and started to play with his hair. You felt himself calm down a little and his body lightened up. You pulled his hair just a little, which made his head lean backwards and him biting his bottom lip. “You alright now, baby?” You asked softly which he replied with a little nod, eyes closed. You smiled at the sight you were seeing right now. James, helpless in your hands.

[4:30 pm] you hummed, turning to leave the kitchen with your mug of tea, only to come face-to-face with yunho. he was pouting, and his arms were crossed as he looked at you. “can i help you, love?” you questioned.

“you owe me a kiss. i haven’t gotten any kisses from you today, and that is an outrage!” he complained, his pout getting even more intense when he saw your smirk. you knew he’d come to complain about this eventually - you had been avoiding giving him kisses all day, just to get back at him for teasing you for your height.

“aww, the big baby wants kisses!” you teased, grinning at how he looked shocked by your response, “i don’t know, should i give you any? i’m still annoyed at how you called me short…”

“please? you being short doesn’t mean you can’t give me kisses. plus it’s really cute, you’re like… the perfect cuddle size.” he paused for a moment, moving closer to you to take your mug from you and set it aside, “a cuddle sized cutie!”

you giggled at that and let him pull you closer to him, your hands moving to rest on his chest. you leaned up and pecked him on the lips before going to back away, only to be pulled back in and have him kiss you deeper.

for: @kpopruinesmylife

jealous!Steve hcs??

this has been done a million times but idc because i fucks with this concept!

there are two types of jealous steve: pouty, silent treatment jealous steve or over the top protective jealous steve

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[VICTON] Take A Chance

Will I ever get over Seungwoo? No  This is kinda short, kinda sweet, but also kinda lame towards the end. I wasn’t sure how to finish it off without adding another 2k words lol.  Anyways I hope you all enjoy! 

Genre: Fluff kinda?  Word count: 1,544 Constructive criticism is always appreciated,  Thank u and goodnight 

“Do you like Y/N?” The question echoes loudly throughout the practice room, bouncing off the walls and ringing almost painfully in Seungwoo’s ears.

“Of course I do. She’s a nice friend.” Seungwoo says.

Hanse shoots him that look, the look that says No, you know what I mean. Seungwoo’s face lights up in realization. His first reaction is to shake his head, his lips quirking up and a breathless laugh of “no” falling from his lips.

You had known Seungwoo for ages, having been introduced by a mutual friend, who coincidentally is also an idol. Well, a trainee, to be specific. The two of you became glued at the hip almost immediately; Seungwoo feeling as though he had to constantly look after you for fear that you’ll wander too far off and land yourself into trouble. His relationship to you has always been similar to that of an older brother, albeit with a little extra something which you could never quite place your finger on.

At Seungwoo’s halfhearted response, Hanse only tilts his head. That look is back, boring a hole straight through Seungwoo’s defenses.

“Friend, huh. I bet that’s why you always walk her home?” He asks, a glint of mischief in his sharp eyes. From behind Hanse, Byungchan emerges, deciding to join in on the conversation. “Is that why you’re always buying her food?” He chimes in his soft voice. “You’re texting her every chance you get; making sure she’s eating well and getting enough rest. You jump at any opportunity to spend time with her.” Hanse continues. “Is it a crime to care for the wellbeing of a friend?” Seungwoo scoffs, feeling his ears redden at the sudden accusations. That look, once delivered by Hanse is now crossing Byungchan’s features. “Hyung, you don’t even dote on us like that.” He informs. At this, Hanse barks a “yeah!” and leans forward. “I’ve never seen you so taken with someone. Not even your closest friends.” He says. A third attacker, Chan, now decides to join the party. As he walks over, he says, “He’s smitten. He loooooves her.”

“Guys, come on.” Seungwoo tries, but his words are easily brushed aside. From in front of the large mirror covering the wall, Subin can be heard whistling and cooing, “Aweeee, Seungwoo has a crush!”

The boys have just finished their schedules for today, so using work as a scapegoat isn’t an option. When Sejun and Seungsik decide to join in on the assault, Seungwoo groans burying his face in his hands, standing a moment later. At his members’ protests, he offers up a, “You guys really are too much.” and then he tells them that he’ll meet them back at the dorms.

The next time Seungwoo’s budding feelings for you are brought up, it’s when he and Seungsik are at the grocery store. Seungwoo is pushing a cart, while Seungsik wanders in front of him, scanning the aisles for a number of ingredients that are needed to prepare dinner, along with various items that perhaps the boys just ran out of. “You really should tell Y/N about your feelings.” Seungsik idly comments, causing Seungwoo to sputter. “What does it matter? I don’t like her like that.” He offers. “You know just as well as I do that that’s not true.” Seungsik counters with a grin. “You may not be head over heels in love with her like Chan thinks, but you should at least let her know that what you feel for her goes a bit beyond friendship.” Seungwoo only nods, a grunt of acknowledgement sounding in his throat. Seungsik speaks again, much lower this time. “And, if you’re going to do anything, you might want to do it fast. A little birdie told me that someone else has his eyes on her.” The words are murmured as if a secret, some sort of taboo concept. Seungwoo’s eyes narrow a fraction, his brows knitting together. “What do you mean?” Seungwoo asks, a twinge of irritation bubbling in the pit of his stomach. At this, Seungsik offers up a laugh, waving a hand in dismissal. “It’s none of us, hyung, don’t worry. I’m not exactly sure who, but as I was paying a visit to the trainees the other day I heard her name bounced around a few times.” Seungwoo doesn’t offer a response, his mind wandering to the prospect of a potential boyfriend he’d have to share you with. His gut wrenches and his jaw clenches, his lips pressing together in a thin line. A potential boyfriend also means potential heartbreak, and Seungwoo doesn’t like the possibility of that one bit. Seungsik doesn’t speak of the topic any more after that.

It’s the following weekend, and Seungwoo waits patiently at your favorite cafe, absentmindedly twisting the ring that sits on his finger. His coffee sits untouched in front of him. His gaze softens as he dishes up a soft smile, offering to take your bag as you unceremoniously plop into the seat across from him. Your hair is slightly askew; a result of the wind outside. You run your fingers through the strands, a noise of annoyance leaving you when your fingers are stopped by your hair knotting together. Seungwoo laughs from his seat. He calls the waitress over, placing your order for you before he silently sends her off.

He’s dressed casually; a white t-shirt peeking through his dark hoodie, a rip here and there through his jeans. The public eye is no stranger to your friendship, and you’re thankful that you can be seen in public with him while avoiding any rumors. He’s staring at you fondly, his silver hair falling softly over his forehead. You briefly admire his features; plush lips and a sharp jawline, warm eyes that could comfort you in even the most distressing of times. You enjoy him best like this, where he’s not worried about his outward appearance, and you can see the faintest hint of exhaustion ghost his features and your heart swells because despite how tired he may be, he still chooses to spend time with you whenever he can.

The waitress brings over your drink, along with a slice of cake large enough to be split between the two of you. You thank her politely before grabbing a fork and digging right in. Maybe it’s the way your eyes flutter shut when you taste the food, a small hum of contentment reverberating in your chest, or maybe it’s the lines that nick themselves into the corners of your eyes when you smile at him, offering him a bite, but Seungwoo’s heart skips a beat. You excitedly tell him about your day, and he gazes at you lovingly as you speak. Your ears heat up under the weight of his stare. Seungwoo takes notice, his chest swelling with pride.

As you talk, he takes the opportunity to reflect on his feelings for you, trying to come to terms with just what exactly they are. Of all the words in the dictionary, Seungwoo can’t possibly fathom any combination of them to express just how much you mean to him. He wants to protect you, to ensure your safety and wellbeing because your wellbeing and happiness is his top priority. He wants to hold you close, to whisper against your ear just how important you are to so many people, especially him. He wants to kiss the top of your head and tell you he loves you. And he does; he loves you. Perhaps he’s always loved you. You’re rambling about your plans for the upcoming week, and there’s residue of the cream of your drink on your upper lip and Seungwoo’s overwhelmed and before he can stop himself he’s blurting out, “I like you.”

You blink a few times, laughing. “I’d sure hope so. How awkward would it be if we’ve been hanging out for as long as we have if you didn’t?” Seungwoo shakes his head, leaning onto the table with his elbows. “No, Y/N, I like you.” You stare at him, confused, before realization dawns on you. “Ohhh. Oh.” Is all you say. Suddenly, Seungwoo’s nerves settle into his gut, and he averts his gaze out the window, swallowing the lump in his throat. His face begins to burn with the embarrassment of potential rejection.

“I like you too.” You say, seemingly in a daze. What’s gotten into him? “Really?” He questions, pleading gaze snapping back to yours. You only nod. “Yeah. I think I have for a while now. You know, I was just asked out to a date the other day,” you say. Seungwoo’s expression falters. “But I said no, and when he asked why, I had to tell him I had feelings for someone else.” You speak slowly, as if only now coming to the realization that you return Seungwoo’s feelings. At this, Seungwoo’s ears perk up, and he’s unable to hide the smile that stretches from ear to ear. “So… You like me back?” He asks. You nod. “Does this mean that I can ask you to date me now?” You nod again. Seungwoo beams at you from his seat, and you’re left awestruck by his smile. Yeah, you definitely like him back.

sleepy // Zabdiel De Jesus

Request: For that giant avatar that could steal my heart at any given moment ❤❤ Just picture zabdiel getting back from rehearsals and he just wants to take a nap before the show and then he sees you laying in bed already sleeping and he just climbs in next to you which wakes you up and he’s just like ‘will you scratch my back’ or he just pulls your hand to his head sill that you’ll play with his hair to get him to sleep. By @my-only-angelle

Word Count: 646

Note: So it’s a bit short but I still hope you like it love!

The white cloth felt soft against your skin as you pulled it over your head and let it fall loose over your chest and ending just above your thighs.You had exhausted yourself with all the cleaning you had managed to do today. You grab your phone, turning on the screen to see a picture of you and Zabdiel, you smiled at the memory before focusing on the time. It was almost 10:30 p.m. and Zabdiel still wasn’t home. You frowned, wanting to just cuddle up with your boyfriend as he told you about his day and running his hand up and down you arm knowing it helped you fall asleep You throw yourself on the bed, pulling a blanket over yourself, slowly falling into deep sleep while you waited for your boyfriend.

An exhausted sigh left his lips while he stretched his arms out, trying to loosen his muscles. His shirt clung to his chest and was wet with his sweat. He used his clean towel and dabbed it over his face trying to dry off some of the sweat on his face. He was finally going to be able to go home to you, and he looked forward to that more than anything.

“Heading home?” Richard asks his friend, pulling his pink hair up into a bun and focusing on Zabdiel.

“Yeah. I need to sleep. What about you?” He answered and asked. He shoved all of his belongings into his bag.

“Chris invited me to the club with him. Say hi to Y/N for me.” He said. Zabdiel looked to his friend sending him a quick nod. He threw his bag over his shoulder and giving Richard a quick pat on the back before leaving the room.

As soon as he arrived home he kicked his shoes off, starting to remove himself from his dirty clothes and tossing them into the laundry room on the way to your room.

“Amor.” He called out as he neared your room. He knew you preferred to wait for him, but when he walked in and saw you cuddled up to yourself on the bed, his heart melted. Your knees almost reached your chest as your arm was thrown over your head while you let out a few snores, you somehow managed to throw the blanket off of you, that gave him the view of your bare thighs and exposed stomach. He chuckled at himself walking towards the bathroom to wash himself of the sweat and see if the hot water would help relax his muscles.

You felt the bed dip underneath his weight, he wrapped an arm around you running his hand up and down your arm.

‘Princesa,” He whispered in your ear. You groaned in response, managing to grab the blanket and throw it back over your body. “Can you give me a back rub?” He innocently asked you. You open your eyes, turning your body to face the boy.

“Amor, I would love to but I’m tired. I did nothing but clean up our mess,” You responded. He nodded at you. He turned to lay on his back, stretching his arm out as an invitation for you to lay on his arm. You sent him a soft smile, laying your head on his arm while you head was laying on his bare chest.

You close your eyes, welcoming sleep back into you. But before you were able to fully fall asleep, Zabdiel picked up your hand that was laying on his chest and moved it up into his hair. You understood what he wanted.

“I love you,” You mumbled to him. Your fingers ran through his hair, gently massaging his scalp and occasionally tugging on the ends of his hair. You could hear him let out a sigh of pleasure at your movements, lulling him to sleep.

“I love you too.”

[2:00 AM] you’re still awake, fingers clacking away at your laptop as you’re seated your kitchen table. you just have one more paragraph of this essay then you can finally go to sleep. just as you finish it and look up from your laptop screen, you see a figure lumbering out from the bedroom. mingi shuffles towards you, full bedhead, and lime green socks with dogs adorning his feet

“are you done yet?” he whines

“just finished,” you smile as you stand up, wrapping your arms around his waist, “did you miss me or something?”

“yeah, i can’t sleep without you”

— 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.