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FIC 1
“fuck,” she gasps, hands gripping the fabric of kyungsoo’s sleeves as he pushes her against the cold, gritty cement of the wall. he’s running his hands up and down her sides, rough despite the fabric of her dress and fuck she can’t get enough.
“behave.”
his scent is intoxicating, consuming her like a fire until she’s dizzy with nothing but thoughts of kyungsoo kyungsoo kyungsoo. she feels kyungsoo nudge his leg in between hers before he’s pressing his thigh against her cunt, hot and insistent and neither of them are too sure whether the low groan sounding through the empty alleyway is his or hers.
murmured pleas of please fall from her lips as kyungsoo fixes his attention on her neck, biting and suck a mark into the pale skin of the girl in his arms. “kiss me, kyungsoo, soo -daddy, please,” he hears her beg. heat shoots straight down to his cock, hardening in his pants. she’s tugging at the roots of his hair, urging him to just fucking kiss her already but he doesn’t budge - instead, he’s passing his tongue over the mark he’d left, biting on it in retaliation as she tugs on his hair just a little bit harder.
“i said behave, be good for daddy,” he commands, kissing up her neck. the finality in his tone has pleasure shooting up her spine and she can’t help but whimper. it’s when kyungsoo’s lips are a hair’s breadth away from hers, puffs of warm air mingling with her own when she remembers that she forgot to respond.
“okay.”
“okay?” kyungsoo slides a hand down to her ass, smacking her lightly. she yelps in surprise. “who do you think you’re talking to?” he growls into her ear, fingers digging into the plush of her ass through the dress hard enough to bruise.
“yes, daddy,” she gasps, pushing back.
kyungsoo hums in satisfaction before he’s pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “good girl,” he says, and she preens at the comment, a just for you, daddy on the tip of her tongue until kyungsoo is pressing forward again, catching her bottom lip between his teeth before he’s drawing into another kiss, heated and frenzied as he presses his body against hers.
she moans loudly, her hands coming to rest around his neck as she tilts her head for a better angle, running the tip of her tongue against the roof of his mouth experimentally. his hips shoot forward, grinding against hers - and they both moan at the relief of the pressure.
they only part for a quick intake of air before they’re diving into the kiss again. in the midst of it all, she reaches behind herself, making to unzip her dress despite the cold air before kyungsoo is reaching around to grip her wrists, pulling them back.
“not here, baby, daddy’s got something else planned,” says kyungsoo, looking at her through hooded eyes and she would be blind to miss the thrilling twinkle in his eyes. the lust in his gaze has her flushing down to the bone, goosebumps prickling her skin as she nods her head, voice suddenly trapped in her throat.
she fidgets as his eyes rake down her body, hungry and predatory and fuck and she squeezes her thighs together, feeling the dampness of her underwear rub against her thighs and her cunt. god, kyungsoo was in for a treat.
“be quiet, princess, we don’t want to get caught now, do we?” he asks, not waiting for an answer before he’s trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, and down her body through the fabric of her dress. despite the haze of lust, she looks down at him in confusion, not quite sure what he was trying to do.
“what-”
“look at you, all dressed up and pretty for daddy,” kyungsoo coos, voice low and sultry, as he slowly lowers in front of her, dragging his fingertips across the expanse of the front of her dress.
she nods fervently, burying her fingers into kyungsoo’s dark locks. “yes, yes, yes - all for daddy.”
kyungsoo is kneeling front of her now, looking up at her with a lazy, seductive smile playing at his full lips. “you’re incredible, baby girl,” he says, sliding a hand up her thigh and underneath her dress. her breathing stutters, the pads of his fingers leaving trails of fire wherever it goes. “you should be rewarded for being so good for daddy.”
before she can respond, kyungsoo’s hands are back on her thighs, pushing her dress up as if they were in the comfort in their bedroom, not in some alleyway in the city. “let daddy do all the work, princess,” he whispers, but she hears it loud and clear, and her gut twists in a mixture of overwhelming lust and anticipation. she can’t find it in herself to reply, but kyungsoo continues anyway.
he bunches up her dress just enough that her underwear is exposed, and everything that happens next is a flurry. before she knows it, kyungsoo is hiking both her legs up, leaning her against the wall as her knees are propped over kyungsoo’s shoulders.
she forgets, sometimes, how strong kyungsoo is, and when he gets like this, dominant and powerful and so so strong, ewel feels the heat pooling around her stomach spread, overwhelming her and holy fuck -
“you’re so wet for me,” kyungsoo marvels, face to face with her cunt and she flushes considerably, hand against the wall for support while the other busies itself with the hairs at his nape. “i can see everything through the lace. i haven’t even done that much yet.”
she hears more than feels the smile on his face, and she feels lightheaded from the amount of times kyungsoo has made her blush tonight.
kyungsoo begins kissing up her inner thigh, sucking marks into the pale skin as he travels closer to her core, and she sighs pleasantly at the sensations, but the surge of impatience she feels, mixed with the anticipation of kyungsoo’s mouth on her cunt, has her tugging kyungsoo’s hair, pushing her hips up from the wall in an effort to bring kyungsoo closer to where she most wants him to pay attention to.
thankfully, he gets the message, and before she knows it, he’s pushing forward, hiking her up even more as he presses a sweet kiss against her cunt against her underwear. kyungsoo relishes in her gasps, as both her hands fly out to grip his hair as she doubles over slightly. she’s so sensitive and kyungsoo absolutely loves it.
he continues to tease her through the lace, tracing patterns with the tip of his tongue around her clit and anywhere he can reach, really, and kyungsoo is going so excruciatingly slow that she begins to tense incredibly, thighs trembling with exertion and need.
“daddy, please,” she begs, tugging once again on his hair as she grinds her cunt back against the slick muscle.
he hums. “please what, baby? tell daddy what you want him to do for you.”
she cries out as kyungsoo flattens his tongue over the fabric covering her slit, licking a broad, straight stripe upwards until he’s pressing a chaste kiss against her clit. “please, daddy”-she doesn’t know what she wants, she just knows she needs something, needs release, needs kyungsoo and fuck fuck fuck fuck-“kyungsoo, daddy, please just-stop teasing me and do it for real this time-daddy.”
when he chances a glance up at her, he finds that she’s crying, the expression her face practically begging for kyungsoo to do something, to help her find release, and kyungsoo marvels at how sensitive she is and how fucking beautiful she looks like this, and something in him wants to let this continue. let her cry and beg until she’s reduced to a sobbing mess, begging for release-watch her beg for daddy to let her cum as he fucks into her, slow and hard with a hand around her throat, do so many things to her that he knows they’d both love and enjoy, but that was reserved for another time.
at present, he had more pressing matters to attend to.
he doesn’t push aside the fabric, doesn’t bother to - instead, kyungsoo grips her thighs a little harder, fingernails digging into skin and forming marks he knows will be there when they shower together later this evening, his, and it’s that thought that throws him off the edge as he latches his lips onto the nub protruding from her panties, enveloping it in wet warmth and swirling his tongue around it insistently and she moans, loud and sweet, that kyungsoo sucks even harder.
he traces a circles over her clit before grazing it with his teeth, and he feels her jolt on his shoulders, crying out his name as she rocks her hips forward for more.
kyungsoo trails his tongue down over her slit, tracing its outline through the damp fabric before pushing the muscle against the panty, plunging it as deep as it can go into her and she pitched forward at the sudden sensation. he fucked his tongue in and out of her, and the friction of the fabric rubbing against her had her crying out, sobbing as she feels herself tense, her insides coiling. they both knew her orgasm was coming, and she was doing her very best to chase it.
“more, please, please, daddy,” she panted, a hand massaging her clothed breast as she pulled his face closer to her core. her release was coming, fast and hard, and she just needed him to do more-
“you can come for me just like this, baby, right?” kyungsoo asks, ceasing his actions before continuing to trace the tip of his tongue back up her slit.
she nods eagerly, cheeks stained with tears. at this point, she’ll say yes to anything, she just wants so badly for release.
“you look so pretty, baby, all spread out for daddy like this, begging for me to let you come.”
“yes, daddy, please-”
before she knows it, kyungsoo’s tongue is back on her clit, sucking hard through the fabric and she feels the coil in her snap, her hips pitching forward as her orgasm overwhelms her, her juices staining her panty and soaking it, some even dripping down onto kyungsoo’s chin. the intensity of her orgasm has her twitching, her hips and legs pitching forward occasionally as she rides out the rest of her release.
kyungsoo sets her down gently, pressing a soft kiss against her core one last time, and she shies away, the added stimulation not aiding in her sensitivity. he’s careful with her, slowly pulling down her panties as she basks in the afterglow of her orgasm, tapping on her calves to get her to lift her feet so he can remove it completely, pulling down the hem of her dress as well, before he rises to his feet.
“i’ll be keeping this,” he says, full lips pulling into a small smile as he tucks the damp panties into his pants’ pocket.
she wrinkles her nose in distaste. “you’re gross.” kyungsoo doesn’t miss the notes of fondness that lace her voice as she says it.
they spend a few minutes looking at each other before she’s reaching out to him, draping her arms over his shoulder as she pulls him in for a short, sweet kiss. when they pull away, they smile at each other, wide and obviously in love.
“so i take it you enjoyed that?” kyungsoo asks, eyes flashing with muted mischief.
she rolls her eyes before sidling up next to him, preparing to exit the alleyway. the smile on her face is wide and affectionate. “let’s go, soo.”
FIC 2
it’s nearing one in the morning when ewel walks into apartment, bone-deep fatigue hitting her hard as soon as she drops her bag onto the floor. today wasn’t her best day at work, and she’d much rather go to bed than do anything else - she just needed to get everything out of her system before she had to wake up again for another shift in the next few hours.
the lights around the space are on, a telltale sign that kyungsoo is still up and has probably been waiting for her to come home - and she perks up a little bit at that. they hadn’t seen much of each other this whole week, both busy with work, and she was starting to miss him terribly. a few hours of sleep are worth sacrificing for time with kyungsoo that didn’t consist of goodbye kisses as the other left for work.
ewel plops herself onto the couch, sinking into it as she shuts her eyes in wait for kyungsoo. it isn’t too long until the dull thudding of heavy footsteps reverberate against the floor and into the room, so distinctly kyungsoo that her heart clenches a little at the thought.
“hey there,” he greets when he sees her, voice barely above a whisper as he finds a spot beside her. he knows she’s tired, and she appreciates that he’s trying his best not to agitate her. “i was wondering when you’d come home.”
she maneuvers into a position that would have her lying down, head in kyungsoo’s lap and his hand flies immediately to her hair, stroking it and she sighs in content. “that makes the both of us.”
kyungsoo’s chuckle is warm and affectionate, and she feels the way his body moves along with the laughter that ewel can’t help but snuggle closer into him. they spend a few minutes in silence, just being, their mere presence enough for the both of them as ewel lies on her back, her head still in kyungsoo’s lap. the new position stops kyungsoo from playing with her hair, much to her chagrin, but they don’t mind too much.
“i missed you,” begins ewel, looking up at kyungsoo. he looks so handsome from where she lies (hell, he looks handsome no matter what), the light from the kitchen illuminating everything from behind them, casting the male before her in an angelic glow. she raises a hand, trailing her fingers over his face-over his lips, his temples, the frames of his glasses, his cheeks. she feels and that alone brings her so much comfort.
kyungsoo looks at her for a few moments, really looks at her, before his lips are blossoming into a beautiful smile, slow and sure and so kyungsoo-esque. she wouldn’t trade his smile for the world. “i missed you too,” he replies, tracing a finger over ewel’s face like she did his, before he’s leaning down, pressing a kiss against her forehead.
ewel sighs, tired but happy as kyungsoo presses kisses all over her face. he isn’t the most affectionate person, she knows, but he tries his best-and she’s beyond thankful for that.
she pulls him down, fisting her hands in the collar of his sweatshirt before she’s kissing him, soft and sweet with no intent to let go. it deepens over time, lethargic and lazy but passionate, not heated, but full of love and adoration and ewel feels like she’s going to burst.
when they break apart, it’s kyungsoo who speaks first.
“come on, i’ll run you a bath.”
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kyungsoo doesn’t join ewel in the bathtub, but he’s there anyway - seated on a stool beside the tub, leaning against the frames as ewel talks about anything and everything.
he’s happy listening to her ramble, happy watching how animated she gets when she starts talking about the annoying supervisor at the airport, or the cute dog she saw on her way back home. she’s beautiful when she gets like this, he thinks, so vibrant and full of life and colour. he briefly wonders how a guy like him could have ever landed someone like her, and he may not exactly know how he got so lucky, but he thanks every deity out there that he did.
when ewel pauses, trying to remember the details of the story she was in the middle of telling, kyungsoo sneaks a kiss onto the palm of her hand, soft and perfumed thanks to the bath. ewel stops to gaze at him for a moment, until she’s smiling peacefully, intertwining her hands with kyungsoo’s as she continues her story.
it’s in that moment where they both think - everything is right in the world.
☁
later in bed, ewel will fall asleep almost immediately. she will mold herself into the curves of kyungsoo’s body, snuggling up to him regardless of the heat in the room. she’s soft and pliant, and kyungsoo easily moves her into a position where they’re both comfortable.
he spends the next few minutes just watching ewel sleep, the even rise and fall of her breathing, the serenity on her face as she sleeps without a care, and he realizes he’d do anything to protect this, protect them, protect her.
god, he really really loves her. (and he knows that she really really loves him too.)