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Daehyun Request *When he catches you writing scenarios* (It’s suggestive/ a little rated)
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As you descended the stairs exiting the stage, you let out a loud exhale; finally relieved the most intricate performance was over.
Dressed in a stage costume drenched in skin tight lace and studs, you felt over exposed and uncomfortable. There was an unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach…a strange feeling you never had in the past.
Now finding yourself bent over the couch in the waiting room, you knew why.
*Daehyun fluffy fluff request for writeme-a-lovesong*
You hadn’t thought anything of it, him introducing you to his label mates. It was just a simple dinner for his company executives. Daehyun told you to dress nice and come with a big smile.
That was normal right?
Something he had probably done several times before with previous girlfriends…
…But as the stares and quick peeks of interest shot at you from every angle; you realized this may be a different situation than expected. Leaning in you whispered to Youngjae.
“Why am I being stared at like a fish in a tank?”
He smiled. “That’s what I was trying to tell you before Noona. You’re the first girl hyung has introduced to the rest of the record company.”
“Mwo!? How can that be? He had to have had girlfriends before me.”
*Meeting B.A.P 5 years later- Daehyun Version* Enjoy!!
(Not our photo)
It had been 2 years since you married your husband. He was much older than you, an executive at a music label in Seoul. You fell for him the first night you met; studying in a public library. His love was sweet and he was gentle. Now 4 months pregnant with his first child, you couldn’t be happier…He always wanted a family of his own. Sitting in the sunlit living room of your apartment, your husband called from the other room. “Yeobo, can you make it tonight? Everyone at the label hasn’t seen you in awhile.” You were hesitant, you knew your ex would be there too. It had been 5 years since you last saw him, ending with a rough break up. “…Yeobo?”
“Ah..Yes, I will be there.” “Okay, I have to go into the office, I’ll be back at 6 to pick you up?” You nodded in agreement and stood up to give him a kiss. “I love you oppa.” ”Love you too, take care. You and the baby both.”
Dressed in an expensive foreign designer gown, you studied yourself in the mirror. The dress was beautiful, long and flowing in a soft shade of plum. The low neckline revealed just enough cleavage to keep it classy, and the high waist and gathered seam hid the slight bump of your unborn child. No need to set off the red alarms just yet. The baby was a secret, until tonight when your husband was going to reveal the good news at the party. You were nervous, taking in slow long breaths. Your ex-boyfriend would also hear the news tonight, making it the first thing he had heard about you since the break up. It would be quite a shock for him.
”____ are you ready?” You heard your husband call into the bedroom. Answering quickly, “Yes oppa, I’m coming now.” You rounded the corner into the living room, to see him waiting car keys in hand. Ah, your husband was just perfect. Standing picturesque in his gray suit that was tailored perfectly. You smiled, he smiled back. “Wah…Just look at my beautiful wife. I can’t wait to show you off.” A slight blush crept on your face as you grabbed your hand bag. He took your hand and exited with you to the car. There was some press at the event and you cringed to think that you would have your picture taken. As your husband opened the door to the sleek sports car, you took his hand and stepped out onto the carpet.
“Relax.” His soothing voice whispered in your ear as he held you close. Lights flashed, and reporters asked over and over if you were the directors wife. He confirmed it multiple times as they took pictures and you introduced yourself. They all commented on your beauty and foreign background. You hated to admit that the media acceptance made you feel a little at ease. That was until you saw a very familiar pair of eyes. He was standing with the other 5 members of his group.
*Daehyun scenario requested by Anonymous*
Jongup’s eyes widened, ear pressed up against the door. He was surprised by what he heard on the other side. Noticing his strange behavior, Himchan walked over to him.
“What are you doing?”
Jongup pressed a finger to his lips, “Shhh!” Grabbing the collar of his jacket, Jongup pulled Himchan down to the floor to join in the eavesdropping. They heard faint voices in the bedroom.
“Daehyun….you have to push it in harder.” A girls voice spoke.
Himchan and Jongup looked at each other in shock. Himchan smirked.
“Baby I’m trying. It’s too big, it won’t fit.” Daehyun’s voice sounded strained.
Himchan felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to a disappointed leader. Yongguk whispered, “How can you sit there and listen to Daehyun having alone time with his girlfriend? We’re supposed to set an example for the younger members.” ”Yah, don’t be mad…you know you’re curious too,” Himchan pulled Yongguk closer to the door to listen with them.
“Try turning it the other way, and push harder.” The girl spoke in frustration.
“I did! I told you it just won’t fit. Maybe we should try a different position?”
“Dayamn! Now that’s what I’m talkin’ bout’!” Yongguk whispered quietly in English.
*I originally wrote this with Daehyun in mind. But, it definitely works for many K-pop boys ^^ Enjoy!
“No strings attached?” you asked surprised.
He nodded, “No commitment.”
“Just sex?” you questioned a second time.
Again he nodded.
Breathing in deep you made the decision, “As long as you don’t fall in love with me.”
Staring into your eyes he paused for a moment to think.
“Same goes for you,” he answered as he started to undo your sweater.
You both knew you were already in love, too scared to admit it. You took a deep breath; your nerves were getting to you. This was risky. You sat on the vanity counter of the dressing room, mind wandering. He had just gotten off stage, sweat from the performance still running down his neck.
“Relax,” his breath was against your neck as he kissed your jaw line. His hands were slowly pulling you off the counter and placing you on the ground.
He was taller again.
“That’s better,” he took your sweater off.
Pressing his body against your own he had you up against the vanity.
You blushed, he kissed you.
You wanted more.
He wrapped his arms around your waist, turned you to face the mirror.
“You should watch this,” he whispered in your ear.
You shook your head in protest, “That’s too dirty, I can’t .”
He smirked at you in the mirror.
“Baby…that’s what sex is about.”
Your heart raced, you were a little intimidated. How experienced was he?
“Wait!..” you spat out breathlessly “what if someone comes in?”
You were stalling.
Too nervous to continue.
He looked up at you, lips still on your shoulder.
“Isn’t that half the fun?”
He stopped and wrapped his arms around your waist, “Stop being so nervous, don’t worry about the outside world, just worry about the space between us.”
“Now, just do what feels good.”
You asked softly, “Do I really have to watch myself?”
“Absolutely.” He pushed his hips against your back side. You let out a soft moan, unable to control it.
“Watch every little thing I do to you.”