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SEVENTEEN (PERFORMANCE UNIT) / making out
warning: some implied mature content
other versions:hip hop unit/vocal unit
requested by anonymous.
↣jun
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.
