The Boyz smut collection

Juyeon : Look at me

Written by @/juyolore on Tumblr.

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was everything actually moving in slow motion or were you just in that deep?

so entranced by the sight of him doing absolutely nothing, he was about to elicit a moan from in the back of your throat.

considering you hadn't touched him at all in a solid month you were close to creaming your pants untouched. god forbid he notice how tightly your legs had been crossed this entire time.

hair sweaty and falling over his forehead. like it always annoyingly does. shirt taut to his frame, but only enough to keep the naked eye pandering, grey sweats and sneakers adorn his bottom half.

his staple is his duffel bag that's he's just dropped on the floor. ironically flashy, it still doesn't compare to him or his demeanor in size. he also wears the most shit-eating grin on his face and nothing could've prepared you for the way your body was reacting.

heartbeat rattling the entirety of your chest, mouth agape in anticipation. frozen and it definitely would've been laughable if you were capable of processing a single thought.

his visual dripping with sex. too good for even the wettest of dreams.

"how long are you gonna stare?", he audibly ponders in a gentle but menacing manner. feels like taunting, he's already got you on edge.

"excuse me?" you jokingly gasp with a scoff, managing to compose yourself quicker than you could clock how long you'd been gawking. "get over yourself juyeon, i was not staring. and even if i was, which i was NOT. can you blame me?"

"could ask you the same." he retorts, a smirk fighting its way to his perfect pout.

"oh? please do tell." you're doing a better job carrying out conversation than you would have imagined.

sauntering his way in your direction he's quickly towering over your petite frame, wearing the same shit-eating grin on his face from moments ago and you're unintentionally holding your breath.

leaning down until he's inches from your face using his arms to support his weight, his voice is low and goosebumps surface all over your body. "why are your legs crossed? am i missing something?"

"what do you mean? i'm wearing a skirt, why wouldn't my legs be crossed?"

gritting his teeth he raises an eyebrow, "you don't cross them any other time. what's there to hide? it's nothing i haven't seen before."

his fingertips begin to trace various parts of your body starting with your cheekbones and the underside of your jaw, causing you to raise your head entirely, the two of you instantly locking eyes.

he continues dragging his middle and pointer fingers down between the valley of your chest as your breaths easily shorten and pick up in speed. he knows exactly what he's doing, eyes following behind his fingers flickering between the rapid rise and fall of your breasts to your eyes as you struggle to keep them completely open and on him.

"juyeon, please." your skin already flush and the previous pool of arousal between your legs quickly dampening again but worse this time. chasing some kind of friction or release you clench your thighs. with your legs still being crossed the movement quickly catches his attention.

halting his movements he drops the hand that had begun fondling your now extremely hard nipples. it's back onto the bed near your hip, an immense amount of heat radiating off of him hitting the area of skin that's been gradually exposed as your skirt rides up from the previous actions.