𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐚 [𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐭𝐳] ✓

yeosang x fem¡reader

• suggestive themes

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"Your room number is 1024 Ms Choi, I hope you enjoy your stay at KQ Hotel."

"Thank you," I smile sweetly as I take my key card, and make my way to the room I'd be staying in for the next seven days.

It's been a while since you've been in South Korea. Your job as a director is busy, and you've just finished filming a movie in Venice - filming went on longer than it was supposed, as one of the actors had to be replaced due to health reasons, so production was prolonged, making it a bit tiresome as the months went on.

But, you're able to take a well-deserved week long break - there was no way you were going to miss San's wedding.

Just the thought of your baby brother getting married, you just couldn't get rid of the excited smile that's been on your face ever since you received that FaceTime call from him and Wooyoung five months ago.

"Okay...room..." you strolled down the hotel hallway, glancing at every room door, before stopping in front of your assigned one.

Sliding the card in, you're elated to see how cozy your room was. It was exactly what you wanted, a nice change of scenery from your industrial size house you've been sharing with the production crew for the past couple months. The bed filled majority of the room, which wad perfect since all you'll be doing this week (apart for attending the rehearsal dinner, wedding party and the actual wedding) is catching up some much needed sleep.

The bed sat snuggly against the wall of windows, a line of counters and cabinets on the right, and the bathroom on the left. Plopping your suitcase and backpack on the counter, you decide to check out the bathroom.

"I wonder how- what the ?" a sudden puzzled look crosses your face when the door doesn't open on your pull.

And then, there was a voice.

"Occup- wait," you jump back at the obvious male voice, your eyes widen when you hear it unlocking. "Sorry, but I think you have the wrong-"

A familiar face makes an appearance now, a bath robe hugging his lean figure, and his hair, a now shockingly bleached blonde colour, dripping wet as if stuck to his forehead.

"Y/n ?"

Letting out a baffled breath, a smile contorts on your lips, the person before you now mirroring your expression. "Kang Yeosang - you're a blonde now !?"

Yeosang suddenly laughs, pushing his hair back from his forehead. He's about to say something, when he suddenly sees you coming closer, and soon your arms are wrapped tightly around his neck.

You and Yeosang go way back, you and him were apart of the same friend group back in university, so you were always comfortable around him - and despite not seeing him in a ages, those feelings haven't changed...and neither did a now very bashful and shy Yeosang.

"Wow, I've missed you so much !" you explain happily, lifting your head from his firm chest to grin up at him.

Yeosang smiles back, praying his cheeks weren't as red as he thought. "The most out of all eight of us I hope ?"

You narrow your eyes up at him, before whispering, "Don't tell Sannie, okay ?"

Another bashful smile pulls at his lips, before you giggle and release him from your embrace.

"Okay so, you missed me so much you found out what room i was staying in ?" Yeosang smirks as he grabs a small towel, and using it to aggressively ruffle his hair (it was far too hot to be using a hair dryer right now).

You roll your eyes playfully at him, absent-mindedly admiring the tiny droplets of water are sliding down painfully slow along his exposed chest. "Yeah, because I'm that crazy over you Kang Yeosang."

Of course your sarcastic statement was playful, but you couldn't help but feel your stomach flutter when he flashes you mischievous smirk.

"I don't know Y/n-ah," he let's the towel hang over one shoulder, his hair now sticking up in every possible direction. "Aren't you ?"

You couldn't help but laugh at the amusing sight, and Yeosang's previous smirk disappears as he sees you advancing towards you with a smirk of your own.

It's not long until your devine perfume invades the blonde's senses, and as you now stood between his legs, running your gentle touch through the roots of his green apple-scented hair, he feels his hands begin to quiver.

They were begging to touch you softly, your thighs, your cheeks, your waist, any part of you would do honestly.

Your strokes were gentle at first, before turning sensual as your fingers drew massaging circles on his scalp. The feeling felt that much more blissful, because they were coming from you...

"Y/n..."

His voice was nothing but an almost inaudible whisper, a plead, some would describe it.

A smirk pulls at your lips when you glance down, adoring the expression on Yeosang's face - his eyes closed, his lips pursed, and his hands inches away from grabbing your thighs.

"Yeosang-ssi," his eyes lids flutter open, your fingers grasping the hair on the back of his head, and pull gently.

He's now looking up at your through heavy lids - he was wide awake, but your scent, the sound of your voice, your undeniably gorgeous features, it was all hitting him like the most powerful drug.

Moving your right hand, you place a finger underneath his chin.

Leaning down, a gasp leaves his throat when you whisper, allowing your warm breath to brush against his impatient lips.

"Whatever happened to you calling me 'noona', mhm ?"