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❥ 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒉𝒚𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒅!𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒍 𝒙 𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓
❥ 𝑭𝒕. 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒚 𝑬𝑿𝑶
⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢⇢♥︎⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠⇠ ❥ 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔 ~ 𝖧𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽, 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖿𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝖾𝗋𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖱𝗈𝗈𝗆, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗌𝖾 𝗎𝗇𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝖽𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗎𝗉, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝖽𝗎𝖼𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗆𝖾, 𝗌𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍. 𝖮𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝖺 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖠𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗅𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝖼𝗄 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝖾. 𝖲𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗈𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗀𝗇𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆?.....
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❥ 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 ~ 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒍
“We’re here!”, smiles Jongin as you both stand before am extensive pair of flaxen doors located at the very end of the final parting hallway. Opening the doors, your hands still intertwined together, Jongin guides you into the narrowing room where you spot eight other men, only three of them being recognizable: Baekhyun, Jongdae, and lastly..Chanyeol, who you still hadn’t had a proper introduction with.
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Turning his head a bit, one of the men who was seated right in the center of the surrounding table stood up before bowing slightly in your direction and giving you a warm smile.
“Ah! Glad to see you’re awake now! And that Jongin was actually able to get you here without any hassle.”, he comments looking at Jongin, causing him to turn red and advert his gaze.
“My name is Junmyeon but you are free to call me Suho and I am the leader of our group. May I know your name?”, he asks sweetly, looking back at you once again.
Tilting your body to the side to look right behind him, you peer at the others, growing coy as they look straight at you.
“Um..h-hi my name is Y/N.”, you respond, gulping and throwing your hands to your sides nervously as Suho carefully wraps his arm around your shoulder, leading you closer to the other members and pulling out a chair for you to sit.
“Guys..please introduce yourselves.”, Suho grins, beginning to sit back down himself.
They all begin to stand up, bowing slightly towards you with every introduction then proceeding to sit back down.
“Hihi! I’m Xiumin!” *gummy smile*
“Nice to meet you, I’m Yixing.”
“Greetings from your fellow troll, Jongdae!”
“Byun Baekhyun.” *doesn't even look your way*
“I’m Oh Sehun but you can just call me the most fabulous one in the group.” *flips hair*
“Hello there, my name is Kyungsoo but you can call me D.O.”
As you bow in return with a quick smile, you notice someone coming your way before stopping directly in front of you.
“I’m Chanyeol. Nice to finally meet you….again.”, he whispers huskily into your ear, a dopey smile present on his face.
Before you were even able to give him any response, Jongin pushes him to the side lightly before smirking and looking you up and down.
“Kai…what a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”, he grins, slowly leaning down an planting a sweet kiss onto your hand, everyone groaning and rolling their eyes in the back, especially Chanyeol.
“Jongin….sit your ass down please.”, Suho frowns, causing a giggle to escape from you.
Nodding and pouting, Jongin moves back to his seat as Suho scoots further up to the desk, folding his hands together with a serious expression.
“Now that we’ve gotten the formalities out of the way, I’m assuming that you’d like to know who exactly are we and why you’re here, no?”, he speaks, continuing soon after you look up and give him an unsure head nod.
He sighs heavily before looking at you intently and speaking once more.
“Well, first off, we are bear hybrids..and our group name is EXO. We are the bear creatures- well Chanyeol at least, that you saw after you appeared in the forest the other night.”
*Chanyeol nods in agreement and smiles at you as Suho goes on*
“We’re the guardians of the forest, otherwise known as The Black Unknown, and we brought you back here with us because….well…”
“Well? Well w-what??”, you question, looking at Suho with an impatient uncertainty.
“Well we’ve done some research and tests and we think that the government is running experiments on the last of your kind..titans..and transporting them through different realms to record their adaptations.”
“Yeah and we believe the same thing has happened to you.”, Jongdae adds, shooting you a quick glance.
You start to tear up and tremble, beginning to have flashbacks from what happened in the lab, how you witnessed your entire family get slaughtered right in front of you for supposedly “harboring something unnatural”, how you had been abused and tested on by every scientist and so-called doctor that you were passed around to.
“NO! NOOO!”, you scream, hot tears pouring from your eyes and down your face you jump up from your chair and back into the wall.
Chanyeol jerks up from his chair, following behind worriedly and shouting out your name as you frantically run out of the room sobbing, not having the faintest clue of where you were going, only wanting to leave and never come back.
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Baekhyun: “Geez what the hell is her problem? She acted like we just told her we killed her family or something.”, he scoffs, rolling his eyes in annoyance.
Xiumin: “Hey have some sympathy, alright? The poor girl is already going through enough as it is.”
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You keep running until you reach a room that seemed to be vacant, flinging the door open and collapsing onto the floor as your knees and body go limp, not even having enough strength to sit up.
Chanyeol keeps up steady behind you, running into the room only seconds after you do, his eyes clouding up from tears as he sees your broken state. Crouching down onto his knees, he gently and slowly reaches out, grabbing your hand lightly and pulling your body close to his, rubbing circles around your back as your violent cries fill the room.
“Just let it out Y/N…I’ll be right here to catch all of it.”, he finally whispers, rocking you back and forth as you clutch onto his shirt and let out all of the pain you had been holding in because somehow you just knew..that he’d really stay there to catch it all.
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➛ 𝁓 moodboard 𝀊 minseok ⏲𝂵̈ 𓂃 はな 𝀸
A Manager!verse story Rating: Mature Genre(s): Fluff, Smut Pairing: Jongin x Reader Word Count: 3.8k Warning for sexual content.
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Jongin had let go of your hand when the two of you reached the house, but he made up for it by spending the next few hours in easy conversation with you. You talked about everything and anything, from speculation on the relationships between the other managers to childhood aspirations. Jongin had long entertained dreams of dancing. No surprise there. But it had come as quite a shock to him to learn you had competitively speed skated and almost entered Taereung.
“Why'd you stop,” he asked. The two of you were sitting on the back patio nursing glasses of water.
“I sprained my ankle earlier in the year and spent a lot of the time hanging out with friends when I normally would've had practice. I didn't really miss it.
“Plus, I had a boyfriend,” you said with a little smile and reclined back in your chair.
“Ahhh,” Jongin responded. “So that's why.” He shot a you look. “You've never talked about dating before,” he said.
“It never felt like... It just didn't come up.” You'd had a few relationships over the last 5 years, but had never divulged that to him. You had done your best to maintain a certain professional distance. They'd never amounted to much anyways, either due to inattention, jealousy, or lack of passion. But it was hypocritical, wasn't it, when you were aware of every relationship Jongin had had? He was the person you spent the most time with, unintentionally or not.
“There's nothing to even bring up now anyways,” you added softly.
Jongin hummed and was quiet for a long time. You bit your lip. Why'd you even bring that last bit up? You kept glancing at him, but you couldn't get a read on his expression.
But Jongin turned suddenly, a smile on his lips, and changed the topics. “So, are the managers planning anything for Chanyeol's enlistment?”
You relaxed tentatively into the question. Soon, the tension dispersed, forgotten, and by the end of the conversations your mood had lightened considerably. For the first time, you really felt as if this was a vacation to enjoy rather than a detox to suffer through.
Dinner that night was a spirited affair. While Jongin showered before the meal, you busied yourself with setting places. You had pushed the coffee table closer to the fire and arranged pillows around it. A bottle of cab was open on the table to breathe.
Just as you set the glasses down, Jongin emerged from his room. His hair was still damp, you noticed, and his skin had the flush of the freshly bathed. He was in his pajamas, a towel bunched around his neck, sleep shirt unbuttoned and pants hanging low on his hips.
Your heart must have convulsed. Briskly, you turned away and gathered the plates of bœuf bourguignon with a white-knuckled grip. “Dinner's ready,” you called over your shoulder.
“This is cozy,” he remarked. You heard the rustle of fabric as he settled into the pillows.
Heaven help you, you prayed.
Over the course of dinner, the two of you finished the bottle. Jongin sat next to you now, having migrated from the opposite side of the table at some point in the meal. The two of you were laughing because your arms kept getting in each other's ways as you ate—he was a righty to your lefty. Eventually, Jongin got so exasperated, he grabbed your spoon and slid it out of reach. He refused to give it back, so he fed you from his spoon the rest of the meal. The fire cackled merrily at your antics.
You were pleasantly tipsy, your tongue looser with wine. Jongin was stretched out, leaning back on the couch. He had taken his shirt off entirely, claiming he was hot. You leaned against his shoulder, felt the sticky press of his skin against your cheek. You were warm and full. It had been such a strange day, full of quiet intimacies you'd never shared. Maybe that's why you said what you said, why you did what you did.
“You're intimidating, Mr. Kim Jongin.”
Jongin glanced at you, surprise written across his face.
“You're a beautiful person.” You closed your eyes and extended an arm. “Your body, your dance, your personality. You know what they say?”
You lifted yourself onto your knees, moving your face close to his.
“You're a god,” you whispered next to his ear.
You felt him shudder.
“What are you saying? I'm not--”
“Shut up,” you breathed. “Let me say this.”
“You're a god, Kim Jongin.” You rested one sacrilegious palm against his cheek “So tell me, how could a mere human like me adore you?”
Jongin was the one who closed the distance, who captured your lips in a searing kiss. His eyes were burning when he pulled away, his hands hot against your waist.
“Didn't I tell you that it's you who I need?” he whispered against your lips. “Let me show you how much I worship you.”
A trail of clothes puddled on the floor in the wake of your passing. Jongin stalked behind as you led him into the palatial bathroom. He didn't touch you. He watched as the clothing slid off you, lazily following your movements. He kept watching as you stepped into the shower, fully naked in front of now, and let the water sluice across your body.
He slid out of his pajama pants. He hadn't bothered with boxers. You saw the length of him, untouched yet already half-hard.
His eyes roamed over you. The attention made your insides twist pleasantly. Your previous partners had been good enough to satisfy, but Jongin made you feel wanted. You ran your hands down your body just to see if his gaze followed.
He waited until you stepped out of the shower, dripping water all over the dark stone tiles as you crossed to the crown of the bathroom.
Inset in the floor was an onsen-style bath as big as a pool. The bath itself was made of cedar, deep enough for water to reach your hips when standing, with a bench that ran around the inner rim for soaking. Panoramic windows surrounded the bath, but darkness kept secret the view.
Jongin stepped into the bath ahead of you. You met him in the middle, steam curling around you. You lifted your hand above his collarbone, trailing water all over his chest.
Something would change, more than it had already, if you touched him. Some illusion, some safety net you'd built. The nearness of his body was scalding, hotter than the water, and you knew it would burn.
Jongin curled his hands into yours, fitting his fingers into the spaces between.
“Still here?” he asked, kind and sweet as he always was.
You squeezed his hands and nodded. You'd promised. He wouldn't get rid of you that easily.
He led you to the ledge and sat, pulling you closer. You perched over his lap until his hands drew you down. You felt his hardness between your legs and quivered. It had been such a long time since you had done this.
“Are you okay with this?” Your voice wavered along with the steam. Even with you naked on his lap, Jongin kept his hands confined to innocent places. He was focused on kissing your neck and jaw.
He pulled away, a look like drowsiness in his eyes.
“I'm okay with anything. Whatever you want to do.”
You slowly nodded and rested your forehead against his. You let your hands slide down his shoulders, thumbs dipping into the indent of his collarbones. He lifted his head and you obliged him with long, luxurious kisses.
“Can I touch you more?” he asked, voice gravelly.
He thanked you with another kiss, caressing the line of your spine. His hands disappeared from your body then reappeared on your thighs. He squeezed. You felt his shudder and heard the tiniest groan fall out of him. And, oh, you needed him to make that noise again. Your hands grazed the skin of his stomach and traveled lower. You felt the flex of his muscles. Jongin caught your eyes, the way you waited for a moment until you found the permission you'd been seeking.
You wrapped your hands around his erection. The water obscured your view, but he was hard in your hand as you slowly stroked him with a velvet grip. His jaw fell open and he rolled his hips into your hand.
An ache built in you. Jongin set his jaw mulishly, a challenging glint entering his eyes. You gasped at the first brush of his fingers against you. They slid silkily against you, leaving soft whorls of water in their absence. You ground down against him, pinning his hand against his thigh, patience abandoned. Jongin bent, kissing the tops of your breasts, using his thumb to sweep over your nipples. You slid a hand into the hair at the base of his neck and tugged.
His gaze meeting yours was a thunderclap.
He knew without having to say anything more. He readjusted himself and you leaned on him as you sank down and let him enter you.
You rode him slow. You felt your eyes hood, and your head sank back. Water dripped from the ends of your hair, and you opened your mouth and moaned. Pleasure sizzled along every nerve, radiating outward from your navel to the tip of your toes and the roots of your hair. Jongin pressed his thumb into your bottom lip. It glided slickly between your lips. You opened your mouth, taking it between your teeth. You dragged your hands down his chest, feeling the flex of his muscles.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip. Your eyelashes fluttered closed. “The sight of you, and oh, the way you feel around me. How couldn't you have known what you to do to me?” You moaned and he echoed you, his hips twitching up. His hands slid up your back before dipping back below the surface. He cupped them there, then brought them up to pour water down your neck and chest. His tongued followed their path.
“I want to make you forget everything except me,” he said hoarsely.
“I like the sound of that,” you said breathlessly. “Okay, rookie. Show me what you can do.”
He grinned, pulling you into a kiss. “Better hang on,” he murmured against you. He stroked lightly down your sides. You twitched away; you'd never realized you were so sensitive there, and his devilish smile proved he knew it. He planted himself and started rocking into you, rhythm tortuously slow. He'd hold himself still at points, long enough for you to despair that you'd ever find release. After four times, you begged for mercy.
Heavy, humid panting soon filled the room. The water lapped against the sides of the bath and over. You buried your face against his shoulder at one point, too overcome with the fact that this was Jongin that you were doing this with, that his cock was inside you. You'd never had such a patient, attentive lover, never had such appreciation lavished upon you. It was just on the edge of enough and yet so far from it. He kissed the inside of your elbow, gave it a kittenish lick.
He got his arms under your thighs and stood. You felt him slide deeper into you and whimpered, wrapping your legs around him. Never had you appreciated the work he put into his body so much as now, feeling his muscles gather and relax as he drove himself into you. You heard his little grunts as he bounced you on his cock, and felt the overwhelming sensation of him all around you.
“I—I'm gonna...” Your teeth were chattering. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to stave off orgasm.
He pressed a kiss to your temple. “I've got you.”
You cried out, arching as you came, Jongin's hands against your back the only thing preventing you from slipping backwards into the water.
He held you there until your muscles trembled and you began to slide down. His dick slipped out of you, sandwiched between your bellies until he sat you on the edge of the pool. You were winded, a pile of mush. He was flushed with exertion. You brushed his fringe away—the humidity and his sweat had left it in cute little curlicues.
Like a compass orienting northwards, your eyes sought his. Temptation lingered in the spaces between your bodies. You read the hunger in him, in the way his stare dropped to your lips and flicked back, desire simmering darkly there. It sucked the air from your lungs, drew lips to lips to devour all of you. Teeth bit, tongues curled. You wrapped your hands around his bicep, anything to ground you.
Kissing Jongin was like kissing a storm; in him was a wildness held 6,000 feet at bay. His bites ended in kisses, tongue laving away the hurt. Tomorrow, you knew you would wake to tender bruises blooming on your skin and you relished it. When finally he pulled away, your back was flush against the floor, his arms bracketing either side of your head as you stared up at him. Your heart learned the rhythms of war—what dread god had you summoned?
His lips, red and wet from your mouth, trailed down your neck. Goosebumps had risen all over your body as water evaporated from your skin, but Jongin's mouth seared you. He skimmed down your breastbone and planted fervent kisses to your stomach, your hips, lower and lower.
He drove you wild, made you writhe. His touch was so cold it burned, so hot it froze. Your body was locked between fight and flight and your pleading noises seemed only to incense him. His fingers delved into you and discovered places that made your toes curl, his tongue hot against your folds. His free arm locked over your hips to prevent you from bucking. The squelch of wetness echoed in the room, and you covered your eyes, burning at your own wantonness.
“I love this,” Jongin growled. “Making you come apart.”
Your thighs slammed shut, locking his hand in place as you plunged into climax. Your hearing went out, and in its aftershock a high-pitched note rang in your ears. Distantly, you heard a muttered curse, heard the rhythmic grunts of Jongin as he came before you were lost to the wave of secondhand arousal. I wish I could've seen it, you thought faintly.
When you came to, Jongin was massaging your legs. His hands skated dangerously high up your inner thighs, stoking the embers of your pleasure. “Stop that,” you complained, kicking him weakly in the shoulder.
He grinned, bending over you to place a tender kiss between your eyebrows. “Whatever you say, my little human.”
You ignored the pet name. Your chest still heaved for air. “What... what about you?”
He gestured at himself, at his flagging erection. “You did me in,” he said with a wry grin. “The sight of you...” His eyes shuttered as if he was recalling the scene. The interested twitch his dick gave was more than enough to finish that sentence.
The two of you shared a shower, motions brisk and economical. Well, his at least. Jongin wound up wrapping you in a heated towel, arms and all, because your hands wouldn't stop wandering.
“I told you, didn't I?” he had reproached you. “Let me take care of you.”
He dried your hair and offered you the top of his pajama set to wear, blush burning on his cheeks. Maybe a less flummoxed you would have commented on the stark dichotomy between now and a few minutes ago, but the words never materialized. The two of you brushed your teeth side by side, sharing the shy smiles of a newly intimate couple. You kept giggling at each other for no reason at all.
Between the events of the day and the man beside you, you didn't expect to get much sleep that night. But you fell into a gentle, easy dreams, cradled in Jongin's arms with not an inch between you.
Morning gilded him in gold. Sleep crusted his eyes, his hair was disastrous, and if that wasn't the most perfect sight you'd seen, you didn't know what could be.
He smiled sleepily, eyes closed.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he whispered.
You rolled your eyes and sat up.
“Admit it, you can't even see what I look like right now.”
He squinted at you. “Amazing in every single way?” he offered, with a hopeful smile.
You grabbed a pillow and bonked him with it. He rolled away, laughing his dorky little laugh. You were glad he couldn't see your smile.
Jongin was a hoverer, you learned. He had a habit of floating about your vicinity like a lost puppy. It was particularly noticeable when you were cooking. You seemed to find him in your path at every turn, or you would feel a gentle tug as you moved away and twist to see him holding the hem of your shirt with a pout.
The best way to deal with it, you soon discovered, was to pay him attention. Telling him to cut this or stir that worked, but he especially liked being fed. You would feed him extra little bits of ingredients and press them to his open mouth. He'd close his lips around your finger and you'd feel the soft, inner parts of it as you slid your finger back out.
“How was it?” you would ask softly each time.
“Mmmh. Delicious,” he'd answer with a wicked grin.
No good deed could go unpaid. You reciprocated the next day on your knees, Jongin laid out on a sun-lounger beneath you on the terrace. You took him into your mouth, took him as far down as your throat would allow. He trembled below you, eyes wide and watching. His adam's apple bobbed as you swallowed around him, lips parting.
You'd been at it for the past twenty minutes, swapping out your mouth for your hands when your jaw got too tired.
“Do you know how many people would kill to have you under them like this?” you said with wonder. You waited until Jongin opened his eyes, still glazed with pleasure. You placed your hand loosely against his neck, felt his hummingbird pulse in your fingertips. “But only I get to do this.” You tightened your grip and gave quick, short strokes around the crown of his cock. He choked out a gasp, jerking, every muscle of his clenching.
Jongin was such a vocal lover. You felt a powerful and infinite kind of tenderness for him.
“You're doing so well.” His breath fell heavily, a tell-tale quickness to it. His thrusts became erratic.
“Please,” he gasped. “Please.”
You kissed the words from his lips. “Yes, yes,” you whispered. “Anything for you. So good. So proud of you.”
“Uuuuuuh,” he groaned as his orgasm ripped through him. Long ribbons of come landed on his chest, where they glistened in the warm spring sun. His thighs quivered, hips lifting off the lounger as you continued to milk him. Come glazed your hand and dribbled from the slit of his cock.
Greed whet your appetite and desire pooled in your belly. Jongin cried as you took him back in your mouth, hands reaching for you, until your tongue, your lips, your hands coaxed a second orgasm from him. His come pooled, salty and intense, in your mouth. He watched with dilated eyes, little debauched noises trembling off each exhale, as you made a show of swallowing.
The last days of your vacation ran themselves down. On the final evening, the two lay entangled on the couch in front of the fireplace, talking.
“Am I easy to manage?”
“You?” you laughed. “No way.”
“What? Yes I am! I'm super easy to manage!” He actually looked a little upset. “Aren't I?”
You couldn't help laughing. “I don't think you get to say that. But it's not your personality,” you reassured him. “It's your perfectionism. I admire it, but honestly? Sometimes it's a pain in my ass.”
He crossed his arms. “Yeah, well, you can be a pain in my neck sometimes, too, you know.”
You felt your eyebrows creeping up. “Yeah? How.”
“When you wake me up, when you make me drink chicken smoothies, when you take bad photos of me for Instagram...” He ticked them off his fingers one by one.
“Bad?!” You pinched his side, eliciting a little squeal. “You told me they were cute!”
“Because they're so bad!” He laughed his ridiculous laugh, fending your hands off.
The two of you rolled off the couch and onto the floor from your tussling. Jongin turned onto his side, small hiccuping laughs still spilling from him. Unwilling to be bested, you pulled your phone off the coffee table. “I'll show you bad. I studied photography, you know.”
You waved your hand dismissively. “Doesn't matter. I let my work speak for itself.”
You knelt above him, angling your phone down at him. He was so effortlessly photogenic, he could lie there with four days worth of stubble, chapped lips, shirt ridden half way up, and still look right off the cover of Vogue. The shutter clicked, and Jongin instinctively moved, expression changing minutely.
“These look good, you'll see,” you murmured, drawn into the familiar world of work, of seeing the unreachable him from behind a screen.
But instead of waiting, he pulled you down. You fell into him with an oomph, and he rolled you over until you were snug against his body, his left arm under you with his hand curled around your shoulder. He hummed while he scrolled through your gallery. This, as in all things, Jongin was methodical with. “Not bad,” he acquiesced, “but here. My turn.”
He opened the camera app and flipped to the front-facing camera. You watched on the screen as his head tilted towards yours and felt the brush of his hair against yours. Your heart raced.
“No need to be nervous.” You were watching him on the screen as he whispered it, saw the curve of his lips as they ghosted over the shell of your ear, felt the words land as breath against you. He knew you were watching him. A thrill went up your spine.
“I like it better when you're with me.”
Back in Seoul, a picture hangs on your refrigerator.
A polaroid of Jongin folded around you, kissing the crown of your head with a smile. The moment catches you with your eyes closed, clutching onto him and laughing.
An offering for the memory collector and the date is scrawled along the bottom, for the dream of many more.
A/N: I kept my promise. :)
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It's sad how the dftf era ended after like a day...
⤷ 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 ⭑ 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵!
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The pure adoration in Chanyeol's eyes🥺they look like they are dating already irl😭
Kyungsoo's size is so cute ❤️😭
the thing about baekhyun is that he has powerful hetero energy. he is straight in the most attractive way possible. the way he wants women to scream for him is both sexy and relatable. bless
SOMEONE EXPLAIN THESE PHOTOS PLEASE 😭😭😭😭THIS NEVER ENDING CHANSOO ERA IS WHAT I WISHED FOR FOREVER 😭😭❤️❤️❤️
ALSO THE WAY CY SMIRKED????? BE LIKE:
You see what I have? He's MINE dude. "
💙.・゜-: ✧ :- *EXO X DON’T FIGHT THE FEELING* .・゜-: ✧ :-💚
You’re so precious, I can’t take it 🦌
⠀⠀⠀⠀➛ ᯫ ( 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯 . ) ◜rɘ𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗀 𝗈𝗋 𝗅ꪱ𝗄ə ᭡ 𓂃 🏡
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