Svt + Who Would Sacrifice You To Save The World Vs Sacrifice The World To Save YouA/N: I'd Once Again

svt + who would sacrifice you to save the world vs sacrifice the world to save you A/N: i'd once again like to thank @hanniedream for driving me insane ♡

S.Coups ❧ Chooses you, over and over and over. Selfishly. So fast he doesn’t get to think about the consequences. It hurts him and it breaks him, and he’ll be the most possessive and protective of you in the aftermath. The only way he might not choose you is if you beg him not to. Maybe. But his body is already molded to only feel complete with you in his arms.

Jeonghan ❧ Chooses the world and he makes sure you understand it’s an apology to you. He will think of it as setting you free, allowing you to see more precious things that do not exist in this world. He will think of it as taking it easy - you know he gets tired quickly. Wherever you are, you will prepare a life where he can join you one day.

Joshua ❧ Chooses the world, and will spend the rest of his life mourning you, praying for your forgiveness. He wants to have hope, he wants to be glad about the choice he made. He surrounds himself with joy to feel justified in his actions. Nothing works. He retracts into the depths of his soul. Abandons his life, as if he lost any right to it after what he’s done.

Jun ❧ Chooses you. If the world came to a point where a person has to be sacrificed for it to continue, the feelings and lives of the people around them disregarded, that is no world that is right. He is angry and his fury burns doubts away, leaving only determination. A world like that is one worth abandoning. Where there’s will, there’s a way. He’ll create a kinder world.

Hoshi ❧ Chooses you, despite everything, because he can’t let go. He’ll hold onto you too tightly, so he can forget the things he sacrificed. He’ll carry enough guilt for both of you. He’s haunted by nightmares that only your heartbeat can chase away. Part of him wants to regret it, but his heart knows there never was any other possible outcome.

Wonwoo ❧ Chooses the world, because it’s the rational choice that he knows he’ll deeply regret in waves, but knows you won’t and that you will understand because you trust him like that. Everything will remind him of you, he’ll search for you sometimes, driving himself crazy trying to forget what happened. He can’t be left alone when he remembers he won’t find you.

Woozi ❧ Chooses the world, because you deserve better. He’ll live with the feeling that it’s just an excuse, even though he knows if he chose you, you’d hate yourself for it. And he’d hate himself for making you live with that guilt, in the world that is not the one you shared before. His yearning is dangerous and painful, all he can do is hope you can hear his apologies where you are.

The8 ❧ Chooses the world, because he loves it. Because he loves you, and he knows you won’t just disappear. You’ll linger around him in his heart and memories, in the wind caressing his face, in the water hugging him tight while he swims in the ocean. You’ll continue on his journey with him, and one day he’ll fill you in on the bits you missed. He will meet you again.

Mingyu ❧ Chooses the world, but cries before, during, and after going through with it. He can’t look at you, he can’t look at anyone afterwards. He believes he is a monster for being able to do that, and for believing he made the right choice. Every day he needs to find another reason to excuse what he’s done. You always told him to be strong when he was struggling - would you be proud of him for holding on?

DK ❧ Chooses the world, only because he knows that’s what you’d want. He runs away from the choice for as long as he can, just so that maybe he doesn’t need to make the choice. Was it inevitable? Or could it be avoided if you never met him? The world ended for him anyway, even as it keeps turning. It’s just as cold and empty as the universe enveloping it.

Seungkwan ❧ Chooses you. He wants to be a hero but he isn’t. He’ll apologize until the end of time for bringing this on both of you, he’ll be careful with the fragile and broken pieces of the two of you that the choice left behind, and take responsibility for his decision. He’ll make you happy. It’s never gonna be enough, but he’ll fill your world with every precious thing he can.

Vernon ❧ Chooses the world, but only because he believes he’ll meet you again soon. Every night he falls asleep thinking of the multiverse - there must be endless numbers of Vernons who chose you as you deserved, and there must be an equal number of Vernons who made the same choice as him and are hurting just as much.

Dino ❧ Chooses you, because he has a duty to fulfill and promises to keep. He couldn’t live with himself knowing he betrayed you like that. He promises to himself it will be a fresh start. You’ll do what you’ve always wanted together. The world always eventually heals itself. He promises to himself he’ll make it work if it’s the last thing he does - and he always keeps his promises.

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Hiya! Glad to see you’re back for a little - hope you’ve been doing well! I’ve also been on a SVT kick recently, so I’m thinking a group text au where Cheol scolds the reader and 2/3 other members (your choice!) for doing something chaotic? Maybe like forgetting another member (also your choice!) in an Ikea a couple hours away and coming back without him, or pranking a blonde member by putting temporary neon hair dye in his shampoo? Something silly, if you’re up for it! Thank you ❤️

A/N: Hello love! It took me a bit, but here it is. I had fun while writing it hehe hope you like it!

𝘼 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙨

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜.

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚜 𝚡 𝚐𝚗!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝚏𝚝. 𝚜𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗)

𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

angst 16 and fluff 32 with jeonghan please? and that will be my last one haha i'm just so happy that your requests are open. and i just wanted to say thank you so much for your service really, you are legitimately one of my favorite writers on here and i love your blog so much. also you're really sweet and friendly and i appreciate u! <33 have fun writing and don't put too much pressure on yourself, take care, love you 💖

aah, thank you so much!! it took a while but i hope you'll like this ♡

Jeonghan (Seventeen) | Scaring them + “It’s okay. I’m here.” angst/comfort | 0.9k | gn!reader

“I-”

“Shut up.”

You’re seething on the opposite end of the sofa, your knees hugged to your chest and your body so tense he’s afraid something in it might snap. He can barely see you in the faint light coming in from the kitchen. Jeonghan’s just helpless about what to do now.

He realizes, in hindsight, that the prank was stupid. You did mention you like horror movies, that you enjoyed being scared sometimes. Still, he should’ve known better and he’s angry with himself that he didn’t. It’s dark, it’s late, you’ve had a long day, and already had to walk through the dark streets, of course you’d be on edge, and then he jumped out at you from the shadows in your home before you could turn on the lights. 

It’s funny when Mingyu shrieks and pouts and complains, but he sees now it’s not so funny when you’re the one screaming and trembling, pushing him away when he tries to hug you and make up. You won’t even look at him.

He pushes his luck and cautiously moves to sit a little closer. You don’t pay him any mind so he monitors your reactions and continues until he’s sitting right next to you without really touching you. You glare at him when he opens his mouth, and from this close he can see the corners of your eyes are red and you look like you’re about to cry. His heart drops, and Jeonghan can’t resist the urge to hug you, to touch you, but he can slow it down.

To his surprise, you let him wrap his arms around you, you hug him back too, slowly uncurling from your previous position. He maneuvers you until his back is against the armrest and you’re almost lying on top of him, clinging to him with desperation that matches his own. 

“It’s okay, I’m here,” he whispers, tucking your head under his chin after he plants a kiss to your forehead.

“It’s not okay, because you’re here,” you counter. You have every right to be upset, he acknowledges, and he deserves this but it feels like someone is trying to crush his heart in their fist. 

“I know, I’m so stupid,” he agrees, squeezing you a little tighter in hopes you won’t push him away again.

“Extremely stupid,” you hiss.

“Dumbest person alive~” he sing-songs and while you don’t laugh, you scoff and that’s alright for now. At least you’re not struggling to get out of his embrace.

He holds you tightly and when you don’t say anything more, Jeonghan starts humming the melody as softly as he can. His hand rubs circles over your back, soothing you until the tension melts from your body. He closes his eyes and gets a little lost in the feeling of holding you, chasing away the unpleasant memory of you fighting against him, of you shaking in fear in his hold. That’s something he doesn’t wanna experience again, much less so when he knows it was his own doing.

But then you start moving and you want him to let go of you - he can’t stop the quiet whine that spills from his lips. You pause and everything is still for a moment before you sigh.

“I just want to see you, Han,” you explain and pull away just enough to look at his face. He gives you an apologetic smile, adjusting his position so you’re both comfortable and he can keep holding you. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally gets to apologize. He nearly melts when you shift in his arms just so you could put your forehead against his. 

“I know you are,” you accept, “So I hope you won’t-”

“I won’t. I’m never doing it again, I promise,” he quickly reassures you, and the only thing that stops him from pulling you flush against his body again is your hand against his chest. You frown seeing how quickly he freezes.

“I just wanna see you when we talk,” you tell him again and he quickly agrees, settling against the pillows again. “I’m not leaving, Jeonghan.”

He nods with a sigh and brings one hand to your face, gently stroking your face. “I’m just really sorry I scared you so much. I didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” you press a kiss to his cheek, “Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

He hums, and you know he won’t listen to you, so you make a note to remind him again tomorrow. For now, you think you both just need some time. You talk some more, ask each other about your days, and when he starts getting too distracted, you snuggle closer to him under the excuse of being tired. 

Nobody is as doting as Jeonghan, more so when he knows he has something to make up for. He cuddles you for a few more minutes, careful to keep you nice and warm, rubbing your arms and back and whispering in his soft voice. He helps you to bed, tucks you in and gets you anything you need - glass of water, a little snack if you get hungry during the night, he sets up your phone to be charged. But just one word from your lips and he’s under the covers with you, holding you again. When he promises to protect you, you know you’re as safe as you could ever be.

22:17 - y.jh

“please?” you plead, clasping your hands together. your fiance looks down at you with a stern composure as you continue to look up at him with those wide, pleading eyes. he sighs, pinching his nose bridge.

“fine.”

within 5 minutes, you’re straddling jeonghan’s lap, your tongue stuck out in concentration as a variety of hair pins, stickers and clips were littered around his long, black hair — the long black hair he grew out for about 5 months now. you couldn’t help but smile widely from how adorable he looked.

“you’re such a kid.” jeonghan scoffs. despite scowling in his seat, jeonghan couldn’t help but feel his heart double in size, the warmth exploding in his chest. as you continue to work on your ‘masterpiece’, his hands came down to rest on your hips, his soft thumbs caressing your skin softly.

“how could i help it?” you mindlessly answer. “you look so pretty with them.” jeonghan’s face flushes as he diverts his eyes, opting to play with the ends of your shirt.

the cold metal of his engagement ring against your skin makes you shiver a little, your heartbeat quickening from how flustered you felt as he looks up at you — admiring the way your eyebrows scrunched together in concentration, admiring the way your fingers delicately brushed through his hair as you looked for another spot to stick a 3D heart sticker on his head full of sparkly accessories; admiring the love of his life.

jeonghan mulls over your words, the comfortable silence in your living room prolonging until he cheekily smiles up at you.

“oh? if it makes someone look pretty, then i bet you’ll look gorgeous. i’m doing it on you next.” he grins, lightly pinching your thigh playfully, making you roll your eyes.

time passes by with the both of you just sitting in the comforting atmosphere as you continue to work on jeonghan’s hair, adding some final touches before you felt the sleep kicking in. you were nodding off every few minutes as he held you, his grip on you tightening the slightest bit to keep you from falling off to the side of the couch.

“okay, we’re going to bed.” jeonghan mumbles, carefully standing up as he tries not to wake you, carrying you to your shared bedroom and setting you down on the bed. quietly getting under the bedsheets himself, jeonghan scoots closer to you as you instinctively reach out for him, immediately nuzzling into him. jeonghan softly smiles to himself as his arms snake around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to him as you subconsciously find warmth in him, a smile ghosting upon your lips as you fall into a deep sleep.

you couldn’t wait to do this to him every single day.

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cigarettes & coffee (m) || yjh & reader

title: cigarettes & coffee pairing: yoon jeonghan x reader genre: angst, fluff, smut, bad influence!jeonghan, coffee drinker!oc word count: 3.4k warnings: unprotected explicit smut, slight spit kink (bye), jeonghan is a smoker (wags finger, bad for u!!) a/n: um, yes, i wrote this instead of finishing the 15k jk fic. enjoy. no, i did not proofread bc rereading my smut makes me shy. also, thanks @/cheolbooluvr for helping me fix the background of the banner bc i couldn't bother to do it myself.

He reeks of cigarettes; the smoke is an aromatic stain that weaves a permanent spot in his clothing until he decides to rescue himself from this repulsive habit. But the nicotine finds home in his lungs every time he has the butt of the cigarette at the corner of his pretty pink petal soft lips, nothing in resemblance of his darkened, coal-like lungs.

He’s supposed to look cool.

And honestly, he kind of does.

But it’s so bad for him, this stick of addiction, because he smokes packs of it on a weekly basis. It’s unhealthy (just like he is for you), and you worry about him. But despite all the efforts to tell him to quit, he wouldn’t quit the cigarettes. He’d rather quit you.

Jeonghan puffs another breath of smoke in your face. He’s gotten more rude, if that was even possible, and it causes heat to rise around your neck. “What’d you say, pretty?”

“I said you should quit,” you state boldly, fists balled by your sides like they’re holding every ounce of confidence in you. “Cigarettes are bad for you.”

He scoffs, head leaning back in finding relief of getting that dosage of nicotine. “You’re bad for me, baby. But I’m still seeing you.”

Rolling your eyes, you cross your arms over your chest. You’re wearing that leather jacket he lent you months ago, one he said to not to return, only because you’re his girl and you’re so goddamn gorgeous in it.

You let out a sound of disbelief in your head. Of course he’d say that. What else would he say?

“Whatever. You can quit me then if you won’t quit the cigarettes.”

Intrigued, he leans back against his propped up motorcycle. He’s the ultimate ‘bad influence’ type—from the Harley to the leather jacket, the heavy chunky boots to being a lead guitarist in a band, and even sporting his brunette long hair that cascades down to his shoulders in waves. “What’d you say, doll?”

“I said,” it’s more stern the second time you say it, “quit me. Since you can’t get rid of that nasty stuff.”

Jeonghan squints his eyes at you, bringing that forbidden treat back up to his lips. “I ain’t quitting you.”

“Well, it’s either me or the cigs.”

He chuckles, another exhale fogging his senses. “Baby, you don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re even using the jargon, cigs, which, by the way, nobody really says anymore.”

“Well,” you swallow. He’s always got this effect on you; weak in the knees and mouth suctioned out of words. Jeonghan makes you more nervous than when you take exams—there’s something about him that definitely tells you that you shouldn’t get involved, but there’s also something about him that makes you feel like you have to stay. You’re not going to this time though. “If you’re not quitting those cig—” pausing, you stop yourself from using the same word he mocked you for, “—cigarettes… then you’re quitting me.”

He gets up from his motorcycle, finishing up the last puff before tossing the butt onto the floor and stepping on it with his worn out boots. “I said it once, and I ain’t saying it again after this. I’m not quitting you.”

“Well, you should. Because you have an addiction to bad things for you, and I’m too good. You can’t have that, can you?”

A little too daring, you don’t like to admit it, but it needs to be done. Jeonghan quirks a brow, impressed by your sudden courageousness because you’re often timid and quiet in his presence.

“Pft. You think you’re good for me?”

Ouch. “You don’t?”

Jeonghan moves closer. The closer he gets, the more air gets vacuumed from your lungs. “Baby, I don’t do schoolwork. I don’t study, I don’t do assignments, I don’t go to classes. Fuck, I even fucking dropped out of high school. But you…” he laughs, but it’s not because he finds it funny, “you got me fucking waiting for you outside of a University I don’t even attend. I’m at the fucking library, waiting for your ass—”

“I never asked you to.”

In complete disbelief, Jeonghan shakes his head. What the fuck did you put in your coffee this morning?

In the midst of his thoughts, you’re already sliding the leather jacket off your shoulders. Words are just words, but actions speak louder. “Here’s your jacket back.”

He scowls. “The fuck you giving me that back for?”

“Uh,” you scratch your head. “Because we’re breaking up.”

“We’re not breaking up, you’re just acting up,” pulling your jacket back onto your shoulders, Jeonghan has a hard stare on you. “So stop talking nonsense, yeah?”

Letting out a deep breath, you put your hands over Jeonghan’s, stopping him from putting his jacket on you once more. “I don’t think this is going to work out. I don’t like going home and reeking like your cigarettes. It’s disgusting.”

He sucked in his cheeks. The silence is like the elephant in the room; stuffy and tight, but he remains quiet as it swells up between the two of you. “I’ll quit the cigs.”

His cigarettes always permeate your senses—when you’re with Jeonghan, it swarms your head like the plague just as much as your thoughts are filled with him. From the smell of his tees to the warmth of being in his arms, Jeonghan was a walking cigarette and although women found him sexy standing outside of the school buildings, leaned up against the brisk masonry, his stench was too much for you.

Today is not like other days.

He still wears that smirk on his face, does that annoying clicking sound with his mouth, and has his back up on the side of the building with his chunky boots on. The ground is wet, and with the swooshing sounds of the cars driving by, you’re surprised he even opts for riding his bike here when it rained barely moments before.

“What are you doing here?” You hiss, readjusting the strap of your backpack over your shoulder. “I thought I said we’re breaking up.”

“I don’t like that you gave me an ultimatum, baby.”

He’s annoying, but he makes a good point. It wasn’t fair to give him an ultimatum like that, but it’d grown exhausting trying to keep up with his antics and his smoking habits. He was asking too much from you.

“It’s fair to say I don’t wanna date a smoker.”

“I ain’t a smoker, baby.” With that, Jeonghan pulls a box of cigarettes out of his pocket like some magician and hands it over to you.

You stare at the cardboard box, then back at the boy you’ve been head over heels for. “You say you’re not a smoker and then you show me a box of cigarettes?”

He gestures to you to check out the box.

Sighing, you’re back to playing his games and he doesn’t have to even try.

Reaching over, you flip the pack open, and oddly enough, it’s not cigarettes in there.

They’re… lollipops?

“What are you getting at here?” You query, furrowing your brows. He doesn’t fail at being aggravating, and Jeonghan doesn’t seem like he wants to break out of that either.

“I told you, baby. I’m not a smoker anymore.”

You narrow your gaze at him. “Prove it.”

Jeonghan strangely decides to deliver your favorite coffee order. He even wears a shirt that you haven’t seen before—and Jeonghan likes having the simplest attire that doesn’t require much effort, therefore anything outside of grey, black, and white t-shirts weren’t his thing. This loose beige button up is different. Different like how he’s been acting.

“I got you coffee.”

“I see that,” you respond, slowly reaching out for the paper cup filled with the goodness that’s as strong as jet fuel. “What’s the occasion?”

“I thought about what you said… quitting cigarettes.”

“Mmhm,” you hum, opening the cap of your drink. Just to make sure. No cream, no sugar, just plain black coffee. “What about it?”

“Let’s make a compromise,” he says, hands sliding into the front pockets of his leather pants. You suspect it’s for a show he has later tonight, while you’re stuck in the confines of a room for a late class. “Quit your coffee and I’ll quit the cigs.”

Okay, he’s definitely using ‘cigs’ to mock you now, and you’re sure of it. “I’m not quitting coffee, Jeonghan. It’s not the same harm as when you smoke cigarettes.”

“Gets your heart racing though,” he points out slyly, a smug expression on his face. “I know if you have too much, just barely enough, it’ll have you panicking. I don’t like that for you, baby, it’s bad for you.” Jeonghan’s words ring in your ears, singing like a threat dressed with the sweetness of his voice, but uncover the blanket of saccharine and you’ll see his devious plan.

“I’m not quitting coffee,” you’re not afraid to repeat yourself. Bringing the drink to your lips, the bitterness awakens your tastebuds and it’s almost like injecting the caffeine into your veins. It’s the boost you needed, especially before a class that’s scheduled in the deep hours of the night. “Not the equivalent to your smoking habits.”

“Then, like I said, let’s make a compromise.”

You freeze midway of drinking, pulling yourself away from your very own addiction, to look at another in the eye. “What’s the compromise?”

He knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger. “Let’s… do less smoking, and less drinking coffee. Here and there is fine. Less is more. You always said you wanted an equal relationship, right? Well, I know you don’t like the smell and what it does to my insides, and well, likewise. Your kisses are bitter, and you’re colder when you’re on the bean.”

You snort. On the bean? But nonetheless, it seemed reasonable. Cigarettes and coffee.

Gasping, the kisses that Jeonghan plants on the side of your neck has your toes curling. He’s got a hand on your thigh, pulling it around his waist as his crotch presses down onto yours and into the cushions of his couch. Inhaling sharply, your senses are saturated with Jeonghan, and Jeonghan only—without the cigarettes. He smells different though, like something sweet. Like sugar.

He’s got a cherry lollipop stem in between his fingers.

Head leaned back, he looks at you with those hooded eyes, darkened irises that ask for more. He pops the treat in between his lips, crimson and shiny like his plump lips, tempting a kiss from you. “Want some, baby?”

You swallow. Words don’t leave you, but your lips part just slightly for him to drag the candy from his mouth and slip into yours. It’s wet and warm from him, and on a different occasion, you’d find this disgusting, but with Jeonghan’s breath ghosting over your face and the way he seems equally as infatuated with you, it’s more honeyed than you’d like to admit.

“Fuck the candy,” he blurts, tossing it onto your coffee table without care, and just when you’re about to lecture him for not throwing it into the trash can that’s right next to it, his lips crashes onto yours.

Jeonghan tastes like the confectionery, immersed in nothing but cherries. His lips are tinted pink, soft and gentle against yours; fingers finding way from your nape, and up tangled into your loosened locks, he doesn’t hesitate to have you as close as possible, especially when he thought he was going to lose you.

With his guitar sitting on its stand in the corner of your living room, his clothes hung in a small portion of your closet, and his toothbrush sitting cozily by yours on the bathroom sink, he doesn’t become just a hook-up anymore. And the airy sweet nothings he whispers into your ears when he’s tugging down your sweatpants and flinging it aside, he sneaks a quick peck on your jawline before pressing his forehead against yours is confirmation of it. It’s too loving, too intimate to be just a one night stand anymore. Or two nights… three nights…

There’s something endearing about the way he gingerly bumps his nose against yours, and his breath doesn’t hint cigarettes anymore, instead replaced by those fruity lollipops he sucked on in lieu of the cancer stick. Yesterday morning was strawberries, and last night was blueberries.

And tonight, it’s cherries.

An action that makes you shy, he makes it comfortable. He distracts you with kisses while his hand trails down the curves of your frame and finds home in between your legs. Unconsciously, you close them together but Jeonghan taps your thigh lightly and you open them gradually, heart racing faster than caffeine usually makes it. How ironic.

But unlike black coffee, Jeonghan lessens the bitterness. It’s not your first time, but for some reason, Jeonghan always has you anxious like it is. Yet, in spite of the fear, you still want to drown in him, to be engulfed by him, to be loved by him.

Thumb brushing your bud, you whimper in the kiss. A smirk tugs on the edges of his lips, and heat rises up to your chest in embarrassment. Jeonghan enjoys it though—he loves all the sounds you make; it’s like the melody to his favorite song, so inviting, so alluring, and it always drives him to want to make more out of you.

“Good?” He asks assuringly, and you chew on your bottom lip with a gentle nod.

His fingers aren’t as thick as him, but they still do wonders. He has you writhing in pleasure underneath him, hands grasping onto his arms, head thrown back, and the roots of your hair wet from the overwhelming feeling taking over you. To you, you see whites behind your lids.

But to Jeonghan, he sees the prettiest girl underneath the dim lights of a shoddy apartment.

Sweat glistening on your neck and down to your collarbones, he’s hypnotized by your beauty. You’re always so caught up in your head about him, and how much of a bad influence he is on you, but you’ve changed him in ways that he didn’t think was possible. From convincing him to visit you at school instead of the limitations of the four walls of his old apartment to quitting cigarettes, he’s sunken into your love so deep, it was like quicksand. It was too late when he realized how far gone he’d been.

When you reach your high, Jeonghan is desperate to see you again. To watch your face contort into content, to get lost in the feeling because of him and nobody else. But your grip on his wrist says otherwise, because you’re giving those bedroom eyes in the middle of your living room.

“You wanna move?”

“No,” you snap, letting go of your hold to only tug on the drawstrings of his sweatpants. “I want to do this.”

“Let me make you cum again—”

“No,” you’re getting good at saying what you want, and he’s thoroughly impressed. You’re not who you used to be, and although he loved that version of you, he shares the same love of this new one of you. “I want you. Take it off.”

It’s his turn to gulp. You’re so bold, and sometimes, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. His pants and boxers are discarded onto the floor next to the two of you, and when he looks back at you, you’re already propped up on your arms. “Let’s um… yeah.”

He laughs, so hearty and warm, resembling a campfire on a cool, autumn night. “Don’t get shy on me now, you just said you wanted me to take it off.”

“Right,” you say awkwardly, and Jeonghan lets out another chuckle. He likes this, and how it’s different from the other girls he’s been with because they’re either too shy or too confident. Nothing wrong with that, it’s just… this felt real. “Um—”

Deciding it’s best to not let you talk, he’d rather hear you moan his name.

He’s got his hand down beside your head, and your breath gets caught in your throat. He’s been this close before, but he’s so good at making you feel like you’ve got some schoolgirl crush on him.

When he’s with you sometimes, it’s almost like the equivalent of drinking alcohol. Jeonghan gets buzzed, like he’s taken a couple swings of beer, and he’s completely inebriated just from your love. It’s like for a brief moment, all is forgotten—that tough guy reputation, the cold shoulders he’s supposed to give—you’re worse than cigarettes, the things you do to him.

Arms linking around his neck, you have him close, foreheads pressing against each other once more. His hands are roaming around the expanse of your ass, legs open and welcoming just him. Legs around his frame, he spits into the palm of his hand before wrapping it around his girth for a couple pumps before brushing the head of his cock against your swollen lips. He looks back up at you through his fluttery lashes, so pretty and long, and you give him that confirming nod.

Jeonghan slides into you with ease; you’d been wet and ready for him the moment he had his lips onto yours. Hips flushed against yours, he halts for a couple seconds to watch your face scrunch up at the intrusion—the initial stretch was a bit harsh at first, but with enough time, you’re already, tapping his arms to move his goddamn hips because now he was taking too long.

He takes the tightening around his cock as another signal to go.

His name escapes from your pretty lips, just as he’d hope for, and that darkened gaze underneath those hooded eyes are enough to inch back and slam his hips into yours. He could hear how wet you are, and when he looks down to see his dick slipping in and out of you, he can’t hold back the groan that releases from his chest because he’s soaked in you. “Feels good?”

Truthfully, you don’t want to talk. There’s this layer of shyness that still lays over you, despite being naked and exposed in front of Jeonghan. “Yeah,” you say breathily, and it’s all Jeonghan needs to hear.

Gripping your thighs, he rocks into you before quickening his pace and the sounds that fill the room are your squelching around his dick and skin slapping. The thought flusters you, but when his addicting lips press against that sweet spot behind your ear, those lewd moans are harder to contain, and your nails dig into the flesh on his shoulders. Jeonghan can’t help but let a groan slip; the idea of you marking him and someone questioning them stirs his lower stomach in pleasure. He likes being yours, and he hopes you don’t mind being his.

“You’re such a good girl for me,” he rasps, mouth slightly agape. Jeonghan pushes your legs down, pressed against your chest, and lifts himself up a bit to get a new angle and you can’t hold back your whimpers anymore. You’re so full, full of Jeonghan, full of his love and all the sweetness he inhabits. He’s been so good for you, and it’s your turn to be his good girl.

Leaning up just barely, your fingers comb through his dampened chocolate locks. Jeonghan’s charmed gaze meets with yours, ears perked up attentively like he knows you want to say something, but he doesn’t stop thrusting into you. “Can you do something for me, baby?”

“Anything,” he spurs, completely entranced. “What you want, love.”

Love. Your heart swells. “Come in me?”

His eyes clenched shut, and his hips slow down. “Don’t say things you don’t mean.”

“I’m on the pill,” you assure, and a soft whine comes from him. “It’s safe, but only if you wanna.”

“Fuck, okay, whatever you want, I’ll do for you.”

He doesn’t forget about you—Jeonghan never does—and his fingers play with your clit when he feels himself on the brink of cumming. but he doesn’t finish until you do. Even with the cold guy exterior, he still puts you first.

Sitting up, his hips fasten in movements, and his lids grow heavy. “Fuck,” he whispers, and your thumb brushes against his cheek lovingly. “I’m gonna cum, baby,” and with that, his body stutters, pressed against yours with his face dug into the crook of your neck.

After a few moments, you let out a quiet laugh. “Are you okay?”

“I think I’m gonna be the one that’s the coffee addict now if I wanna keep this up.”