The Boyz smut collection

Juyeon : Delayed Gratification

Written by @/snowflakewhispers on Tumblr.
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You can't focus. No matter how hard you try. Your final essay is due in four hours and you would have submitted it earlier if you weren't such a perfectionist, changing the most insignificant words before changing them back. Perhaps you could have also submitted it earlier if your boyfriend wasn't so goddamn needy.

Juyeon's finals ended days ago and at present, he is glued to your side as you sit at the dining table, scanning your work for the tiniest errors. You're trying your hardest to be disciplined, refusing to look away from your laptop because you know that if you indulged the whining puppy clinging to you, you'd be jeopardising your college career just because your boyfriend was desperate to fuck you. Things get a little more challenging when Juyeon's hand starts running up the side of your exposed thigh.

"Stop touching me."

Your words fall on deaf ears and you're getting incredibly tired of his eyes burning holes into the skin of your neck and let out a frustrated groan. "Just because you finished your finals earlier, it doesn't mean you get to annoy me."

"I'm not annoying you, I'm simply showing you affection," he states, continuing his ministrations, trailing higher and higher up your thigh each time.

"Lee Juyeon, if you do not stop trying to distract me and make me miss my deadline, I swear to god I will not let you touch me for a month." Your boyfriend lets out a loud, dramatic wail as if you've sentenced him to a lifetime of suffering. "But Babe... you finished that paper like days ago and you've done all the editing you can do. I'm sure it's perfect, don't worry your pretty little head about it..."

Juyeon cranes his head to let his lips hover above a sensitive spot on your neck before you shove his face away, but that doesn't stop his advances.

In your periphery you notice him take off his shirt and he stalks towards you, taking your hand and running it down his defined abs, and he smirks when you noticeably shiver. Swallowing, you turn to him and try to mask the influence that he has on you and you harshen your tone. "Juyeon, I meant what I said-"

"But y/n-"

"Go away!"

You're not looking at him, but you know he's pouting. "Your paper is due in four hours. Are you telling me that you're going to deprive me of your touch for four long hours?"

"Yes." You answer blankly.

He lets out a long whine, hopping a little, "That's way too long! I'll probably explo-"

"You can cope." You snap.

Juyeon sighs. Tilting his head, he looks at you and says "Maybe I'll just touch myself without you-"

"Okay, go ahead."

"Seriously, y/n? Why can't we just-"

"LEE JUYEON YOU LISTEN HERE!"

He falls silent, standing in front of you shirtless and bewildered. "Did you just scream at me?"

Juyeon's sad pout has your heart sinking in your chest, and you get up from your seat, rushing over to guide your boyfriend to the sofa. When you've seated him down, you start peppering his face with kisses and you apologise profusely.

"I'm sorry Baby... I shouldn't have raised my voice at you... I'm just stressed, Angel... I'm so, so sorry..."

He nods at you, still sulking a little at the fact that you're still not letting him touch you the way he wants to.

"This is hard on me too, okay? Yes- you'll have to wait a little longer but I swear I'll make it worth your while."

Your lover perks up a little, and you take his hands into yours, running your thumbs over his knuckles as you continue to reason with him.