Can We Talk About How Good Of A Bf Seingcheol Would Be???? Like Hes So Protective And Notices The Little

Can we talk about how good of a bf seingcheol would be???? Like he’s so protective and notices the little things.

he’d be the best bf/husband/baby daddy and in this essay i will-

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(220407) JEONGIN / MANIAC

lino having long hair for this comeback is both a blessing (it makes me fall more in love with him) and a curse (it makes me fall more in love with him)

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TW : drinking ; alcohol ; reader being drunk ; smut ; this chapter is a mess and it took me like 4 days to write it ; I am not good at smut ; I apologize ;

Word Count : 6.7k

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Parties weren’t your thing, they never had been, and the thought of going to a frat party at any point in your life had always disgusted you. You heard about what happened at those types of things, you heard about the heavy drinking and the sinful activities that happened behind locked doors in random rooms. You never wanted to take part in that, you didn’t even want to be associated with those kinds of things. 

Things had changed, and you weren’t sure whether they had changed for the better or for worse. Hyunjin always went to those parties, and that explained why he was the way he was, why you constantly had your heart broken, but you had gotten to a point that you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anything anymore. You just wanted to have fun, you wanted to have the same kind of fun that Hyunjin had, that all of your friends were now having. 

Things had changed, and you weren’t sure whether they had changed for the better or for worse. Hyunjin always went to those parties, and that explained why he was the way he was, why you constantly had your heart broken, but you had gotten to a point that you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anything anymore. You just wanted to have fun, you wanted to have the same kind of fun that Hyunjin had, that all of your friends were now having. 

Things had changed, and you weren’t sure whether they had changed for the better or for worse. Hyunjin always went to those parties, and that explained why he was the way he was, why you constantly had your heart broken, but you had gotten to a point that you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anything anymore. You just wanted to have fun, you wanted to have the same kind of fun that Hyunjin had, that all of your friends were now having. 

Things had changed, and you weren’t sure whether they had changed for the better or for worse. Hyunjin always went to those parties, and that explained why he was the way he was, why you constantly had your heart broken, but you had gotten to a point that you didn’t care, you didn’t care about anything anymore. You just wanted to have fun, you wanted to have the same kind of fun that Hyunjin had, that all of your friends were now having. 

You truly had no intention of going to that party, the entire night had been planned around movie night with Jeongin, but then you saw Seungmins post… If he could go to the party, why couldn’t you? You missed him, you missed Jisung… And even though Minho had been an ass in the last moments that you had spoken to him, you missed him too. It wasn’t something that you could tell Jeongin though, he was far too protective of you to let you admit that to yourself, he was always so worried about you getting hurt. 

Jeongins arm was wrapped around your waist, his stance over you more like a bodyguard than that of a friend, and while you could lie to yourself and say that you didn’t know why, you knew that it was because you looked good. The outfit that you were wearing wasn’t something that he or any of the other guys had ever seen you in before. The eyes of everyone in the room turned to look at you as you walked in, and instead of faking politeness and turning away after a second, they continued to stare, and as if they were cartoon characters, their jaws dropped in shock. 

“I really don’t think we should be here… I can take you out to dinner or something so the outfit doesn’t go to waste…” Jeongin whispered into your ear, his grip around you tightening as he met eyes with one of the men who had been staring at you a little longer than the others. “I don’t like the way people are-” 

His sentence was cut off as Hyunjin strode over to you, his eyes narrowed as he looked between you and Jeongin, and then his fingers were wrapping around your wrist to try to pull you away from your best friend. “Funny seeing you here, isn’t it?” Hyunjin mumbled, giving up almost immediately when he realized that Jeongin wasn’t going to let you go so easily. “You never came to any parties with me… But Jeongin is good enough, right?” 

You rolled your eyes, not planning on saying anything, you didn’t want to give him the time of day, you had given him enough of your time already. All you really wanted to do was walk away, make your way to the kitchen and grab a few drinks, forget the fact that you in fact didn’t belong here, that Hyunjin was here as well as your old friends. “You’re damn right I’m good enough.” Jeongin snarkily responded, his thumb brushing against your waist in an effort to keep himself from going off too much. “At least when she’s here with me she doesn’t have to worry about being left alone while you go off to fuck some other girl.” 

Hyunjins eyes went dark, and you saw his body tense up, his hands balling into fists as he took a step closer to Jeongin. “Enough.” You snapped, although your eyes never glanced over to Jeongin. You were speaking solely to Hyunjin, not wanting a fight to break out, you didn’t want Jeongin to get hurt just for speaking the truth. “Just go do whatever you were here to do Hyunjin. I’m not here with you or for you anyway.” 

You grabbed Jeongins hand, walking further into the house, and you could tell that he was amped up just by how hard it was to pull him away from Hyunjin. Maybe he wanted to actually fight him, finally take out all of his anger on the guy that had you laying in bed crying so many nights. “I fucking hate that guy, I swear to god I do.” Jeongin mumbled to himself as you dragged him away, only stopping once you felt comfortable enough to let him go. “We don’t belong here, Y/N.” He grumbled as he grabbed one of the red plastic cups off the counter, throwing his head back to let the straight liquor trickle down his throat and calm his nerves. 

“It’s over with, let’s just not worry about him. We’re here to have fun, Innie.” You retorted, grabbing a cup of your own and taking small sips of it, trying not to let your face give way to the fact that you hated the taste. Truthfully though, you had never been to a party so you didn’t know the first thing to do. So many people were there, and they looked like they were already absolutely wasted. There were couples, or, what looked to be couples grinding against each other in the middle of the room shamelessly, and just catching a glimpse of them had your body burning up with embarrassment for them. 

“Hey…” The voice came from behind you, and again, just like every other instance before this, you knew the voice so well. The tiny hairs on the back of your neck stood on end as you turned to look at the man, his eyes sparkling in the bright light of the kitchen. “I didn’t know you guys would be here… I saw the other guys too.” 

You remembered what Minho had said, the texts that had come from Felix when he had texted you himself. Was it just a coincidence that he had come over right after what had happened with Hyunjin? “Didn’t know you were the type to come to parties like this either…” You muttered, trying not to look into his eyes too long, knowing that you’d get lost in them. No matter how suspicious he was, he was beautiful, but he was also in a relationship. No matter how much you thought you wanted him, he was unreachable, untouchable, and maybe that was a good thing. He was Hyunjins best friend, even if Felix wasn’t in a relationship, it would only create more drama, and that was something that you didn’t need in your life. 

“I was invited out… I didn’t have anything else to do…” Felix muttered, looking around at the drinks that lined the table, scrunching his nose up at the harsh smell of alcohol that filled the entire room. “Are you here with everyone else? I didn’t see you guys together…” 

You sighed heavily, you didn’t want to talk about them, you didn’t want to constantly be reminded of the friends that clearly chose Minho over you. “No, she’s here with me. It’s just me and her. Her and I. Just the two of us, and we plan on keeping it that way.” Jeongin said harshly, clearly annoyed by the constant disturbances that the two of you were getting while there. Now you understood why he’d rather stay at your place and watch a movie. He didn’t have to fend off the people that asked too much or get rid of Hyunjin when it was just the both of you in the comfort of your apartment. 

Felixs cheeks hollowed, like he was biting the inside of them, fighting back the urge to say something. “It’s always that way, isn’t it?” Was all he said before picking up one of the cups that he clearly didn’t want to drink the contents of, but he needed something to make it look like that was the reason he came into the kitchen in the first place. 

The party wasn’t what you expected it to be, it wasn’t like the parties that you saw in movies or posts online, at least not for you. It was awkward mostly, the feeling of eyes on you whichever room you walked into, the whispers that you thought were about you and Jeongin being together. Would it really matter? Everyone on campus already assumed it, hell, even your friends assumed that there was more between you and Jeongin. They were wrong though, you and Jeongin knew that you were just friends, and that’s all it would be, all it ever would be. 

The only thing the party had that both you and Jeongin could indulge yourselves in were the drinks, and that’s exactly what you both did. The two of you spent most of the time in the kitchen, refilling your drinks every time you both got the cups down to a single drop at the bottom. By the second hour of the party you both were absolutely gone, holding onto each other for support as you staggered through the crowds of people that could handle their liquor better than the two of you combined. 

“Inniee…” You slurred, gripping onto his shirt as he dropped down onto the couch, the movement causing you to fall down practically on top of him. He chuckled softly, the sound coming from deep in his chest as he pulled you closer to him, resting his forehead against your back. “The room is… spinning… a lot…” You mused drunkenly, looking around the room as if everything was new although you had already been there for hours. 

“Bunny…” He groaned, the vibration of his voice against your back sending chills down your spine. “I really think… I should be taking you home… Soon…” He said, he sounded so tired already, and even though the two of you had walked there, you didn’t trust either of yourselves to walk anywhere by yourselves or together. 

It felt like the both of you could fall asleep right then and there, it probably would have been better that way, to just sleep off the alcohol that you both had filled yourselves with, if not for what was about to happen. 

“Ijun!” The voice shouted, it was familiar, but you had never heard it like that, not that loud, not that angry, and even though your head felt like it would fall off if you moved, you whipped it around to follow the direction of the voice. You saw Felix standing in the middle of the room, everyone else had stopped what they were doing to watch the scene unfold. “What the hell?!” 

You got up from Jeongins lap, much to his disappointment, and you followed the path of Felixs eyes to see Hyunjin with his hands on a blonde girl's hips, her eyes wide as she looked at Felix, and Hyunjin looking just as shocked as she was. “Felix… I..” The girl spoke, but he shook his head, his tears glistening under the strobing LED lights. 

“I can’t believe you’d do that…” And you didn’t know who he was talking to at the moment, but you saw Hyunjin step forward, his hands out in front of him in defense. “Don’t. DON’T! I can’t believe you… with my girlfriend… MY GIRLFRIEND!” 

Felix was seething, but the sudden influx of drama had everyone gasping. “Your… How was I supposed to know?! I didn’t… I swear to god I didn’t! She never said…” Hyunjin was absolutely struck with panic, looking between the girl that was apparently Felixs girlfriend and Hyunjins hookup for the night. 

“How long…? How long have you been doing this?” Felixs attention was back on his girlfriend, or ex girlfriend based on the way he was reacting right now. She sniffled softly, but you knew the sound, the fakeness behind it, she wasn’t upset about hurting him, she was just upset that she had got caught. She didn’t answer him though, and he looked around the room, Felixs eyes landing on you, and then he was striding over. 

You were drunk, too drunk to realize what was going on or what was about to happen. Before you could even react, Felixs hands were on your cheeks, his face moving close to yours until his lips crashed against yours. It was unexpected, and you were stunned, completely frozen in your spot, but you heard the people around you gasp loudly. Your head was spinning and your ears were ringing, but through the buzz you could hear multiple people yelling, and while you could make out Hyunjins and Jeongins voices, you knew you heard more than them. 

“What the fuck…” You whispered, flustered from the suddenness of it all, the force behind the kiss had your head feeling hazy, and the worst part was that you didn’t mind it… You actually wanted more. 

“I’m…” Felix started, his cheeks burning bright red as his eyes still twinkled with tears. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean… I didn’t want to do that… I…” His words hurt, they hurt more than you thought they would, especially considering the fact that you didn’t actually know him, you were simply attracted to him, it shouldn’t hurt you this much. 

He quickly walked off, and it was clear that he had left based on the sound of a door being slammed shut. Maybe it was the intoxication that made the feeling of rejection feel far worse than it should. “Innie…” He was the only person you felt like you had now, the only person that could ease the pain and the embarrassment of the rejection. 

Jeongin jumped from the couch, tripping over his own feet in the process to wrap his arms around you. “It’s okay, bunny… Come on… Let me get you home…” He murmured, his hands moving up to your face to quickly wipe away the tears that had unbeknownst to you, begun to fall. 

You heard the murmurs of people behind you, but your head was spinning, there was so much going on, you couldn’t focus on any one voice. It was best that you pay attention solely on Jeongin, his arm around you and his soft voice coaxing you and reassuring you that it would be okay even though it felt like the complete opposite. 

Did the air feel colder because the liquor had warmed your body so much? The outfit that had kept you warm in the early spring air just a couple hours earlier was now unable to keep out the chill of the night. The only thing that brought you a slight bit of warmth was clinging to Jeongins side, which he didn’t mind at all, in fact he seemed to pull you closer whenever your steps became staggered and you moved even an inch away from him. 

The tears continued to fall from your eyes as you walked, and Jeongin had at some point run out of comforting things to say, opting to let you cry until the tears ran out, and then stay with you for the rest of the night to make sure they never resurfaced. 

“I just don’t know why..” You started, but he shushed you, his hand rubbing up and down your arm soothingly. At least wait until he gets you back to your apartment so that he could actually talk you through the breakdown that Felix had caused in you. 

Of course Jeongin wanted to go off, he hadn’t been so drunk that he didn’t realize just how wrong it was what Felix had done. Seeing the hurt and confusion in your eyes as you stood there, the embarrassment that radiated off of you, it hurt him, and that’s why he wanted to get you out of there as quickly as possible. 

“We shouldn’t have gone to the party… I’m sorry…” You mumbled, using the sleeve of your sweater to wipe your eyes, unfazed by the residue of makeup that stained the fabric. “I’m so stupid.” 

“Hey!” He didn’t mean to speak so loudly, having not sobered up yet or even close to it, the volume of his voice came out much louder than it should have, but it had gotten your attention and that’s all he needed. “Don’t say that… You’re perfect and… and you’re not stupid… You don’t have to apologize… I just want you to be happy…” 

He sounded so shy, so nervous as he said it, which was strange considering the fact that he said things like that all the time. It seemed like making sure you were happy was his main reason for living at this point, at least he made it seem that way. 

The rest of the walk seemed like a blur, and neither of you said another word. To the world, the two of you probably looked like a couple that had a little too much to drink, staggering home late at night. Your apartment was only a couple more buildings down, but Jeongin insisted that he walk you the whole way home, refusing to let you out of his sight until he got you up and into your actual apartment. 

“Really wish they’d put an elevator in…” Jeongin mumbled as he got you through the main doors of the building, his hand gripping onto your waist more firmly now as you both made your way to the stairs. You giggled softly, but your laughter was cut short by the intrusive thought that seemed to come back just when you were on the verge of forgetting about it. “I don’t like when you’re sad, bunny…” Jeongin murmured, silently thankful for the fact that you only lived on the second floor. 

The pout that formed on your lips had his heart tightening, but you quickly turned away, fumbling in your purse that hung loosely in the crook of your elbow. “Not sad…” You huffed, but the both of you knew better, it’s just that neither of you pressed the matter. “Where’s the damn keys…” You muttered, yanking out receipts and random pieces of paper that littered the inside of your purse. Maybe your highly charged emotions were sparking the annoyance inside of you, your mental state wasn’t the best, especially not when clouded with the many drinks that you had tonight. 

“Let me get them…” Jeongin offered, trying to reach for your purse, but you yanked it away from his fingers before he could even get them on the bag. “Y/N…” He whispered your name, watching the tears form once more, something that he promised he’d keep from happening once you had stopped crying the first time. You dropped the purse to the floor before crumbling in front of it, digging out all of the contents of it, all while sobbing and muttering incoherently. “Please… Y/N… Let me just-” 

He had bent down to help you, his hands fumbling to stop yours from continuing to scavenge through the bag, but then you looked up at him, the tip of your nose damp with the tears that had managed to cling to it, your mascara and eyeliner running down your cheeks and leaving darkened streaks beside the ones that had already been made. “What’s wrong with me?” You whispered, and he heard the sound of you swallowing thickly as you shakily gasped for a breath. “Am I not good enough for anyone?” 

Jeongin was left speechless. He had hoped that through the years of being your best friend that he had shown you better than anyone else could that you were the best that anyone in the world could be lucky enough to be with. Clearly it hadn’t worked, the words that he’d tell you on a daily basis hadn’t stuck with you, at least not deeply, not enough to break through into your drunken mental state. “You are… You’re amazing, bunny. People are just too stupid to realize that… I’m sorry that they are. You’re perfect…” He murmured, quickly fishing the keys out of your bag now that he had a chance to. “Let’s get inside, okay? I don’t want people seeing you like this.” 

Your bottom lip trembled as you looked up at him, still on your knees in the hallway, and your eyes glassy with fresh tears. “A-Are you… embarrassed of me?” You stammered, and the words had his jaw dropping, holding out his hand to grab yours and pull you up into his arms, holding you close against his chest as he rubbed circles into your back, letting you cry into his shirt. 

“Never…” He took a deep breath, the scent of you, perfume and hard liquor with a slight scent of hairspray, filling his nostrils. “I just don’t want people to judge you… Make assumptions…” He used his free hand to unlock your front door before quickly making his way inside. “You’re so cold, bunny…” You felt cold, and you thought that the feeling was more of an internal thing, but clearly the chill of the night had been real and it lingered against your skin, clung to it, stealing your warmth. “Let’s warm you up.” 

He pulled away, moving to go into the kitchen, but you grabbed his hand, pulling him back towards you. “Y-You can warm me up…” You said, a shyness in your voice as you batted your lashes, although it wasn’t exactly to try to be cute or anything, it was simply to get the tears out of your eyes. He watched you closely, your shoulders shrugging to drop the little cardigan that you had been wearing, and his eyes quickly moved to the floor where it pooled around your feet. “Innie… Please…” You were begging, and he felt his body burn, his nerves on edge as you moved closer to him, your fingers tugging at his shirt as you pushed yourself up on your toes to try to kiss him. 

“Bunny…” The name was said now as a way to deter you, and god did he hate having to do that. It’s not like he didn’t want you. Everyone on campus knew he did, at least in some way, but he loved you too much to ruin what it was that you had right now, that’s why he didn’t try anything more. Sure, he had those three days in the sixth grade, it had been weird then… But had he missed his real chance by trying to protect his friendship with you? Had he even had a chance with you at all beyond those three days? “You’re drunk… You… You don’t know what you’re saying.” Your lips parted to say something, but he quickly pressed his finger against them to silence whatever it was that was about to leave your mouth. “Let me just get you something warm to drink, okay?” 

Your heels dropped back down to the floor in one swift moment, your aura now exuding a sassiness that he would have found adorable if he wasn’t so flustered. Your arms crossed over your chest as your bottom lip jutted out. Oh how he wished you would want him like this when you were sober, when your heart wasn’t broken and you weren’t swimming in a dark sea of emotions brought on by the rejection from Felix. He always said he’d be your source of comfort, but not like this… It wasn’t fair to you or him. 

He quickly moved to the kitchen, pulling out two cups for the tea he was about to make. He had left you in the doorway, assuming that you’d stay there pouting until he brought you your drink. Then he felt your arms wrap around him from behind, your face nestling into the dip of his toned back. “Not drunk…” You whispered into the fabric of his shirt. “I just… want you…” His heart skipped a beat at the words, although he knew better than to take it for any kind of confession. “Don’t you want me too?” 

For fucks sake, of course he did. Anyone would jump at the offer, but he’d feel awful about it, taking advantage of your raw emotions like this. “Of course I do, bunny. I want you to be warm, and I want you to get some sleep. Your head is probably spinning.” How amazing it was that he could twist the situation into something more wholesome than what was probably going on in your mind right now. He was doing his best at least, but the feeling of your fingers tugging at the hem of his t-shirt, your cold skin lightly brushing against his, was making it far harder than he thought it would be. 

“You think I’m ugly… don’t you?” Oh how incredible it was that you could take his words and turn them into something so negative, it left him astounded, incredulous, dumbfounded even. How could you even think that? Had he not told you enough how beautiful he thought you were? 

He whipped around, the action causing you to stumble forward against his chest, his hands moving to cup your cheeks, forcing you to look up at him. “What are you talking about? You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. You’re being foolish, bunny.” He shook his head as he stared at you, your makeup smudged and your upper lip raw from wiping at your nose so much. You looked pathetic, so pathetically beautiful, how could anyone not love you the way he did? How could someone like Hyunjin hurt you so badly? How could someone like Felix play with your emotions like they were nothing but a game to him? 

“Then… Why won’t you kiss me? You’re… You’re lying, aren’t you?” You whispered, moving your hands up to land over his. “I’m not drunk anymore… I just thought… Nevermind. You can leave now.” You tried to pull his hands from your cheeks, but his hold was tight, not painful, but he didn’t let go, his thumbs brushing along your cheek bones as he stared at you with darkened eyes. 

“Dammit, bunny…” His tongue darted along his lips before they crashed down against yours, and only then did his hands move, one to your lower back to move you closer to him as the other snaked into your hair, getting tangled in strands of it to hold you steady. It was like electricity, the tingling that he felt as soon as your lips touched, the way his mind so quickly lost every wholesome thought, immediately diving into the gutter. He had tried to push down his want for you for so long, but you had opened up the opportunity, you had given him this chance, you were pleading with him to take it, and why should he deny you of what you wanted? 

“Innie!” You whined, tugging at his shirt, pulling him towards the couch. This was the final chance to back out, if he wanted to, but god he really didn’t want to. This would be the only time he could have you like this. Would it make things awkward in the morning? He wasn’t sure, and while that thought worried him slightly, in the moment, he couldn’t care less. “Need you so bad… Innie, please…” 

He grunted softly as he pulled you down on his lap, both thanking and cursing everything and everyone that you were wearing a dress, the material riding up your thighs until it sat around your hips, fulling exposing the lace panties that you were wearing, the light pink fabric darkening against your core with your arousal. “Fuck… Bunny, you’re so beautiful…” He panted, his hands moving across your body aimlessly, not even trying to find a place for them to land. He wanted to feel you, he needed to feel you, burn the image of you so needy and desperate for just him into his mind. 

“Mn… You’re so perfect…” You breathed, pulling his shirt over his head and letting your fingers trail down his abs, taking a moment to appreciate just how perfect he truly is. Everything about him, the sounds he made, the facial expressions, the way his hands felt on your hips to help guide you, setting the right pace at just the right spot, giving you both the friction that you needed. 

“Wanna see you… all of you…” His voice was so husky, so low, just that was enough to have your thighs squeezing around him as the knot in your stomach tightened. A deep chuckle sounded in his chest as he pulled the straps of your dress down your shoulders until they hung loosely around your elbows. Your chest was on full display for him, the sight of it right in front of his eyes had him salivating, and without a second thought he latched his lips around one of your nipples, circling his tongue around the bud as his other hand kneaded at your other breast. Your moans filled his ears, how beautiful they sounded as your head fell back and the rolling of your hips became faster against him. 

With a small pop of his lips, he pulled back, his eyes lidded as he looked up at you. “More, Innie… Need more of you… All of you…” He knew exactly what you meant and his cock twitched in his pants, he was already rock hard just from kissing you, the head of his dick coated in precum, and he wasn’t sure how long he’d last inside of you, but god, he wanted to feel you wrapped around him so badly. 

He gently pushed you up off of him, just long enough to get his pants down, pushing them lower until they were down around his ankles. “C’mere, bunny.” His tone was hushed, his hands reaching out to grab your hips and pull you back down onto him. His cock strained against his boxers, and his breath hitched in his throat when your hand moved down between your bodies, your fingers wrapping loosely around his length. 

“So big…” You hummed, tightening your hold around him as you slowly started to stroke his member, your thumb swiping across his tip to collect the precum that seeped out. His head fell back against the couch, his eyes closed as his fingers dug into the skin of your thighs, his hips bucking up into your hand as quiet whimpers drifted through his slightly parted lips. He had dreamt of this moment for so long, and he had felt such guilt over it, but now that he was finally living out his dream, that guilt was gone. You were making him feel good, better than that actually, he felt amazing, and he only wanted to return the favor. “Want you inside of me.” Your words had him jumping into action quickly, grabbing your wrist to pull your hand from his cock. He was rushing, god he wanted you so fucking bad, and he pulled his dick out through the little hole in his boxers, watching the way your eyes widened momentarily at the size of him. 

“You alright?” He murmured, cupping your cheeks once more to pull your face down to his, pressing quick kisses along your lips and across your face. “We don’t have to… It’s alright…” One last chance, one last choice. Did you really want to do this? You blinked a few times, and then got up, and for a moment he felt like you were done, you were backing out. Maybe that’s the way it had to be, he’d never get to fully have you, but he had you enough, and that should be enough. 

Your thumbs hooked into the waistband of your panties, and you slowly inched them down until they were around your feet. “D-Do you want to…?” You asked, shy once more, your arms folded in front of yourself, blocking him from seeing the beauty that was you. 

“Fuck…” Was all he could muster to say, grabbing you once more and pulling you down on the couch, helping you to lay down and making sure the pillows were comfortably under your head before positioning himself between your legs. His hand was wrapped tightly around his cock, stroking it slowly as he slid his tip between your folds, falling in love with your body, the way it reacted to his touch, falling in love with you and the way you looked beneath him. “Let me know if it’s too much, okay?” 

This was everything he had ever wanted, everything he needed, to be with you like this. He thought that being friends was enough, being able to sleep beside you and hold your hand, to comfort you when you were upset, he thought that it had all been enough for him, but it wasn’t. It would never be enough after being with you like this. “What are you thinking?” You asked softly, your hands moving up his arms to grip onto his biceps, the muscles beneath his skin flexing under your touch. “Tell me, Innie…” 

His head shook before dropping down, his bangs dangling in your face and tickling your nose. “Nothing… I’m alright, bunny…” And he was, he really was, everything in this moment just felt right. There was no other time that he could think of right now that felt just as perfect as this one he was living in. “You alright?” 

Your head nodded quickly, your eyes shimmering with anticipation and excitement. “‘Course I am, In.” You whispered, your throat becoming dry from your open mouthed breathing. This could go back and forth for hours, him hesitating, you asking him if he was okay, and him agreeing before returning the question in your direction. It could go on and on until you both ended up laughing at each other, and then nothing would ever come of this moment. He didn’t want that to happen. 

“Right… Alright…” Fuck, he was so nervous, but his cock was twitching against his hand, aching to get between the warmth of your folds that were so slick and looked so so very inviting. He lined his tip up with your dripping entrance, and just the feeling of prodding against you had his body going weak, his arm that had been supporting him above you wobbling and threatening to give out. 

It wasn’t just the warmth of your juices that had his heart quickening in pace. It was how tight you seemed, the thought of your velvety walls enveloping his cock so completely. “Be easy…” You murmured, your hands pressed against his chest just enough to stop him from pushing in too quickly. “I haven’t… done anything… in…” He could tell you were embarrassed, so his lips met yours to shush you, humming softly into your mouth. 

“I know… Let me take care of you, bun.” His lips trailed to the corner of your mouth and across your cheek, his kisses leaving an almost electric tingling sensation along your skin. You sheepishly nodded, holding your breath as you felt him push into you. It was like your first time all over again, the pain of being stretched and knowing that he wasn’t even completely inside of you yet. Your hands fell from his shoulders that you were holding onto so tightly, covering your mouth to muffle your whimpers. “You okay? Tell me…” 

You nodded quickly, a small squeak slipping from your mouth the only form of a response that you could give him. You were so cute, all the time, but especially like this, when it felt like you were truly his. He pushed in deeper, the both of you gasping simultaneously when he bottomed out. Your eyes were screwed shut, but his eyes were wide open, looking directly at you, gaging your reaction and your expressions. “Shit… So big, Innie…” 

You were stroking his ego right now, and he would have been so smug about it if his thoughts weren’t clouded by how amazing you felt, your walls clamping down around him, so wet, so warm, and all his. “Y-Yeah?” He questioned, his eyes glancing down between your bodies to see himself completely sheathed inside of you, the sight causing his cock to twitch. “Do you… Want me to move or…?”

“Yeah… I mean… If you want to… I-I want you… to…” Why was it that the two of you were so extremely nervous now? Could it be that the multiple shots of liquid courage that the two of you had drunk were now fading, the effects of the liquor wearing off? If it wore off completely, would you want him to stop? Would you realize that what you were doing wasn’t good? God, he hoped not. Maybe by the end of this, you’d end up choosing him, you’d realize he was the only one who could love you and care for you, the only one who wanted to do both of those things for you. 

“Anything for you, bun… Anything…” He murmured, lowering his head down to rest in the crook of your neck, peppering kisses along your overly sensitive skin as he slowly started moving, rocking his hips in and out of you at just the right pace. He wanted this moment to last, he wanted to enjoy it, but most of all, he wanted you to like it, he wanted you to love it enough to not want to be with anyone else, to not be able to think of anyone else. 

You moaned softly, your head tilted to the side to give him better access, and it felt like an even bigger win than being inside of you right now. It was like something inside of him snapped and his lips latched onto your neck, sucking harshly, his tongue lapping against your skin before biting down, loving the way you squirmed and whined underneath him. He was marking you, he’d mark you as much as he could, show everyone that you were his, or at least that you were his for this short moment. 

“Innie… m-more… Please…” You whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair to pull him back, your eyes boring into his own. Was it love that he saw or was it a simple need? Did you love him just as much as he loved you? “Want more… Need you, Innie…” You were… begging? Begging for him? You really wanted him that much? 

How could you be so perfect? How could two people be so perfect for each other and not be together? Was it always destined to be like this? Would he even be able to face you in the morning? It wasn’t the time to think about that, not right now, he could handle it in the morning. Right now, it was all about you, the two of you together for even this small moment, it was bliss, it was like heaven to him. 

The way you looked beneath him, the way your moans resonated through the otherwise empty room, your legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer to you. If only this moment could last forever, something that he knew would never happen, but he wanted it so badly. If he could stop time and just stay with you, on top of you, inside of you. He’d never have to worry about giving you up, he wouldn’t have to worry about what was to come next, it would only ever be this, it would only be you and him. 

Your phone sat on the kitchen counter, left behind during your moment of desperation to be with Jeongin. It had been vibrating nonstop, a sound that you didn’t hear over yours and Jeongins moaning and the creaking of the couch beneath the two of you. Calls and texts flooded your phone, filling up your lock screen, texts and voicemails that would, once morning came, snap you back to a reality where you were sober minded, where you’d have to face what you had done with him and face the rest of the people that had been there to see what had happened. As much as you wished that morning would never come, you knew that that was impossible, you weren’t that lucky, but for the time being, you could enjoy this last moment of peace before everything went to shit.

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