A/N: this is my first gif reaction so forgive me if it isn’t what you wanted agh ><
S. Coups:
He’d watch you sway your hips as you were showing off those revealing high fashion clothes and dirty thoughts would run through his mind uncontrollably. He’d imagine how he’d roam his hands all over those sexy, bare thighs tonight and lick his lips as a result. A problem would start to form inside his pants and he has to suppress thoughts about how he’d lay you on the bed and ravish you wildly after the fashion show.
Jeonghan:
Jeonghan would be much like coups and would have trouble to suppress his naughty thoughts. He watched you walk down the runway, confident and fierce, your swaying hips, short skirt and high heels driving him crazy. It’d take every ounce of his strength not to jump on the catwalk, kidnap you and pull you into an empty room to just take you right then and there. He bites his bottom lip hard to keep from doing so. When you’d glance in his direction to see his reaction, he’d throw you lustful looks, letting you know you’ll be in for a ton of fun tonight.
Joshua:
Joshua is a cutiepie, he’d be completely mesmerized by your appearance, totally captivated by the way you moved and feeling lucky you wanted to be with him. He’d be so proud of you and how you own that catwalk. When you’d look in his direction, you’d only find loving and adoring looks on his face. He couldn’t stop thinking about how gorgeous you look and how much he wants to press his lips on yours.
Jun:
Jun would be the cutest omg. He’d see you playing the crowd, blowing kisses as you showed off those expensive designer clothes that fit your body like a glove. You’d look in his direction, smile and throw a cheeky wink at him and he’d be left baffled. Was your wink meant for him? He’d look around him, trying to find someone your wink could’ve been directed at but it seemed you meant him after all. He couldn’t believe you just openly flirted with him omg.
Hoshi:
Soonyoung would be cool about it, or at least act like he was. He’d watch you carefully, taking in every step you’d take and would try to seem cool and composed while he was actually getting turned on as hell. He’d try not letting it show, scared he’d break your concentration if you’d look his way. Dirty thoughts would run through his mind, something got hard in his pants but his face wouldn’t give anything away. Damn that boy.
Wonwoo:
Wonwoo would be adorable. He’d watch you walk down that runway, glamorous, gorgeous and confident and think he’s in heaven or something. He’d be completely drawn to the way you moved, like you put a spell on him. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you for one second, a gasp would leave his lips as you’d turn around and look his way, smiling and winking at him.
Woozi:
Ahw look at this innocent fluffball! He’d be very surprised seeing this totally new side of you: confident, fierce and sexy. He was used to cute, smol you so this was all very new to him, getting him all shy about it. He wouldn’t be able to hold back nervous smiles and giggles when you’d look in his direction. But would he like this new side of you? Hell yes he would! He’d even like to see it more now!
DK:
This doesn’t come as a surprise i guess. The little shit would be smiling widely through the entire thing, feeling invincible as he knew you’re his while everyone in the crowd would be thirsting after you and it gave him immense pleasure. ‘Yeah that’s right, that gorgeous godess is mine, tough luck everyone!’
Mingyu:
Mingyu. Sigh. This one. Mingyu would certainly likey-likey what he’d see in front of him. And he wouldn’t keep it a secret at all. This boy is thirsty af and seeing you in those tight clothes and high heels only made it worse. You’d look in his direction to see his reaction, only to find him nodding his head like an idiot and licking the little bit of drool from the corner of his mouth. You’re in for a lot of touchies after the show.
The8:
Minghao, the cheeky little bastard. Watching you would make him absolutely euphoric and cheerful but as soon as you’d look in his direction he’d attack you with one of those irresistable winks, which he knew would make you weak. He’d make it seem like he was the one teasing you while he already had a problem in his pants from the moment you got on the catwalk.
Seungkwan:
Seungkwan omg this one is so much fun. Poor baby. He’d be completely overwhelmed by your appearance, he’d never seen you so sexy before. He’d be startled af and would have trouble handling all the feelings and emotions that would suddenly run through his mind and body. He’d start breathing heavily as he’d get turned on like there was no tomorrow, just from seeing you dressed like a sexy godess and walking down the catwalk, swaying your hips. You’d look in his direction and smile and he’d be done.
Vernon:
This. Way too handsome. Little. Shit. omg. He’d be like totally into it you know, yeah watching you parade down that runway, fiercely and confident and most of all hella sexy. Hansol would very much likey. When you’d look in his direction, he’d mouth your name and throw you a hand heart, supporting you and at the same time making you weak with his sexy expressions. He’d know exactly what he was doing. Damn you, vernon.
Dino:
Ahw, cutie! Just like woozi, he’d be completely surprised by this hella sexy side of you but he’d be just like ‘Wow, jagi!’ instead of getting shy. You’d see his gaping mouth and big eyes as he watched you sway your hips sexily and you’d smile at his cute reaction. But now you triggered something so prepare for requests such as dressing more sexy when you’re with him or like private fashion shows for him alone. You made this cutie have dirty thoughts, shame on you!
genre:angst, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining
word count: 20.8k (ha ha buckle in)
warnings: divorce, implied sexual activities (but no smut), profanity
a/n:it’s here!! first, i want to say thank you all for your interest in this fic; it was truly unexpected, but your support motivated me to finish this after months of sitting on it with no clue as to which direction i wanted this to go. this started roughly three months ago when i started watching thirty nine (which i finished last night btw; go watch it if you’re into sad stuff), and also listening to loote’s song of the same name! smth abt tomorrow tonight + thirty nine angst made me want to write this sadness so…yeah. i truly did not anticipate this being my longest fic to date at 20k words, but here she is :’) thank you to @gyukultand@twogyuu for beta reading this bc i was too tired to re-read it myself LOL @_@ i hope you all enjoy it, and as always, please be sure to leave your feedback via reblogs/replies/asks!! <3 enjoy !!
Your voice filled the empty night air, crude words accompanied by the chilling winter wind. He was facing away from you, his back hunched over as he sat on the carousel in the children’s park outside your apartment. Even under the poorly-lit street lamps, you recognized the back of his head: the way his hair—cut close to his nape—faded into his skin, and how his white, cotton button-down shirt hugged his wide back as he rested his elbows on his knees. He was rubbing his palms together, his breath visible in the night as he tried to warm himself.
Dipshit, you thought to yourself. It was below freezing and he was out here without a jacket.
He turned around to greet you with a smile, though it wasn’t the same cocky grin he usually gave you when you called him unpleasant names. This one was different. It was… sad. Given the way his hair was tousled, you could guess he had probably gone drinking with his coworkers before he came to see you.
The very moment he saw your flustered expression after that first “can I kiss you?” was the moment he knew that, even three years into your relationship, he would still be asking for your permission before kissing you, just so he could see this same look on your face again.
You’d think you would get used to this after so long, but the way he looked every time he asked – his eyes widened and burning, his lips slightly parted, his cheeks flushed, his focus solely on you – made it difficult to take it for granted.
Although, to be fair, the question was unwarranted sometimes – he’d already have you pinned against the wall, trapped by his chest against yours as one of his hands rested above your head. Still he’d ask, “can I kiss you?” even though kissing was not the only thing either of you wanted to do to each other.
You’d nod, always too breathless to speak, and Jun wouldn’t even try to conceal the pride on his face for having this much of an effect on you. He lived for this. And you could still feel the smirk on his lips when he leaned in to kiss you, always slow and gentle at first, even though his whole body tensed as he tried to restrain himself.
You’d made it clear that he didn’t have to be this careful when it came to kissing you, so he knew it. He knew it and he used it to his advantage, wanting to drive you to your absolute breaking point before he kissed you harder. Before he touched you where you wanted him to. Before he lost control too, groaning softly into your mouth, and finally, breaking the kiss so he could remove his shirt.
The look in your eyes every time he looked back at you again was something that kept him awake at night, tossing and turning in bed, angry and frustrated because you weren’t here, next to him, looking at him in this exact same way. By the time he kissed you again, he could no longer do it slowly.
He thrived on seeing you flustered. On seeing – and making you say, loudly – how much you wanted him. He was usually the one who asked if he could kiss you, but he always made sure you were the one who begged for more in the end.
↣hoshi
He was the type who rarely ever had to pull away to breathe. He felt like he didn’t need oxygen when you were here and he could breathe in your scent, taste your lips, and feel your touch. More often than not, the only reason why his lips would leave yours was only so he could kiss your neck instead, leaving a trail of tender, wet kisses down to your shoulders.
He’d never kissed you without smiling; he couldn’t. The feeling of your lips against his alone caused an inexplicable form of euphoria that took over his chest and spread over his entire body – fast and hard and overwhelming. It felt so much like a drug, it should have probably been illegal, and maybe that’s why he refused to let go of you the moment he kissed you.
Because you were someone that Soonyoung struggled to control himself around, it was never just a kiss, really. It would take the two of you half an hour to say goodbye at the end of a date sometimes, all because pulling away and breaking the kiss seemed almost blasphemous.
It didn’t even matter that it was negative degrees outside, and you were both leaning over the center console in his car. The engine would be off and the inside of the car felt very much like the outside – cold and freezing – yet you were burning up as he kissed you, his tongue hot against yours.
He’d keep reaching for you, trying to bring you closer to him, never having enough of your body warmth, of the softness of your skin, of you. He’d have you panting as you responded to his kisses with equal fervor; his touch, his taste, him, all of it was so overwhelming, your head was starting to spin, and yet pulling away seemed more painful.
And when the mundane worries at the back of your head would eventually break up the kiss – you had to be at work six hours from now – the two of you would be a mess. Dizzy, disoriented, and shivering as soon as you pulled away, you’d watch each other for another minute, your cheeks and lungs hurting. You’d have to leave soon, and he was already counting down the minutes until he’d get to kiss you again.
↣the8
He had to be holding you when he kissed you. He didn’t necessarily have to wrap his arms around your waist each time he did – that wasn’t always possible, considering how often he needed to feel your lips against his, even if just for a moment – but he would always be holding your hand, or keeping one of his hands on the side of your face.
Maybe it was a way to remind him that you were real—and that you were here, close enough for him to touch—or maybe he just enjoyed the feeling of your bare skin. Possibly both, as Minghao couldn’t begin to count how many times he’d woken up cursing, because the softness of your lips as he held you tightly against him had all been a dream, and there were still days—sometimes weeks—left until he’d see you again.
Naturally, when you two were alone, his need to feel you under his fingertips intensified – there were two people in this room, but he was determined to make it feel like you were one. Your body would be pressed against his, his hands on the small of your back, sliding underneath your shirt, drawing and erasing patterns on your skin, as he kissed you deeper.
His kisses didn’t necessarily have a lot of force in them, they were more messy, needy and rushed, as Minghao focused on so many things at the same time: the taste of your lips, your shivering spine as he gently pushed your body forwards until you were laying on your back with him hovering above you, and the sound of your breaths as you responded to him, following his rhythm and pulling him closer.
It was usually the soft whimpers that passed your lips that would really bring him over the edge. He’d forget that you only had fifteen minutes before you had to get back to work, and he’d make you forget, too – but he made sure it was worth your while.
↣dino
Not someone who was exceptionally good with his words, Chan poured his entire heart into his kisses. You could feel every bit of warmth inside of his chest as soon as his lips touched yours. Every single unsaid “I miss you” reflected in the way he touched your cheek as the kiss deepened. All of the times he thought of you when he was away and all of the times he typed and deleted text messages for you – always thinking he was coming off too needy and desperate – echoed in his shallow breaths as soon as he felt your touch.
His kisses weren’t just full of everything that he was feeling, they were also long and intimate. He’d bring his lips to yours and lock them there for a moment or two before kissing you properly, with gradually growing force.
Although, truthfully, it didn’t really matter who initiated the kiss. You could kiss him first, not even thinking much of it – a quick peck before he had to leave for practice. And he would take his time before pulling away, his hands finding your waist as he held you close, enjoying the warmth of your soft lips and the way your breaths mixed together when you were so close.
The thing about making out with Chan was, he tended to get far too overwhelmed. And he didn’t want you to see how flushed his face was, so he never let you pull away too far when you were kissing. He’d drag the kisses out until he was familiar with the taste of your mouth, and he would always—always—look like this had been his first kiss when you pulled away.
There would be the biggest grin on his face and he would keep glancing at you, incapable of looking at you for too long without his face getting even warmer. He’d try to say something cool, something to show that he wasn’t as affected by this as he really was, but that would only make his flustered state more obvious.
You’d tease him about it, of course. But Chan, although he was absolutely out of it, was quick on his feet.
“Don’t think I won’t kiss you to shut you up,” he’d say in spite of his rosy cheeks and you’d know you only have to make one more comment for him to bring that threat to life.
