Untitled. || Ljn

untitled. || ljn

in which you and lee jeno were definitely friends but you were also definitely more than just friends. frankly, your friend group has had enough of the not so subtle flirting and unbearable tension.

word count: 1.4k

genre, warnings: fluff, slice of life, college!au, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, profanity, mentions of heartbreak, mentions of alcohol consumption, suggestive themes but nothing 18+ happens they just make out, mentions of minor car crash

bgm: message in a bottle by taylor swift, 1 2 365 4 me by kennen, oh shit...are we in love? by valley

a/n: something small so i can get over movie jeno. bro was glorious. i've also listed some songs i listened to while writing and i think listening while reading would be a vibe - lmk how you guys feel about it!

It was a cozy Friday evening. The rain was pelting against the glass windows and you could faintly hear the shouts of your fellow students below as they hurried back to their dormitories. The candle light flickers and shadows dance along the walls. Jeno had his head on your shoulder, faintly humming along to whatever was playing on his Alexa. You were sat on his bed in one of his varsity hoodies, scrolling through social media in a desperate attempt to keep up with your acquaintances' lives.

"Wait, Dejun broke up?!"

Jeno perks up at your small exclamation, craning his neck to peek at your screen.

"How can you tell?"

"He deleted all his posts with them and is listening to glimpse of us. What a shame, I was rooting for them."

"You and your personal celebrity couples." Jeno teases, jokingly shaking his head. "Who's next?"

"Maybe if Mark grows a pair and asks his lab partner out they could be next." You snort, leaning so your head was against Jeno's.

Enjoying quality time with your friend was one of your favorite ways to spend any free time you had amongst your chaotic schedule. Between due dates and classes, you and Jeno always managed to make time for each other. Although, most times just involved one of you showing up at the other's door without prior notice.

"Jeno, have you seen my jacket anywhere? The blue denim one?" Jaemin, Jeno's roommate and self proclaimed best friend asks, opening the bedroom door without knocking. The rest of your friend group insisted on still going out for drinks, even though its raining cats and dogs outside.

"Hn, no?" You feel a weight come off your shoulders as Jeno raises his head to address the question. "Wouldn't it be in your stinky pile of laundry?"

"Hey, I did my laundry yesterday, it's not stinky." Jaemin sticks his tongue out. "Y/n, if you see it in Jeno's closet let me know okay? I swear he steals my clothes."

"Roger that."

Jaemin nods happily, closing the door before Jeno manages to land a pillow throw. As Jeno returns to his place on your shoulder you hear the rest of your friends through the thin walls.

"Did you find your jacket?"

"No. But I did find Jeno and y/n snuggling against each other."

"We should start charging y/n rent."

"Isn't our rent included in tuition though?"

"Wasn't it a separate payment?"

You choose to ignore the conversation as the boys start to argue about dormitory rent. A calm vibration comes from your shoulder and your heart skips a beat from the proximity.

"For your information, Jaemin steals my clothes."

"Whatever you say, champ."

Chenle holds in a laugh as the group bid goodbye to you and Jeno. Upon reaching the ground floor, he allowed himself to finally let it out.

The six boys didn't leave the two of you alone without purpose. They all knew about your little crush on each other. It was so blatantly obvious. The way Jeno constantly checked his phone for updates when you had gone out with an old friend, the way he paces around the common area when he expects you to come over, and, not to mention, the untitled song he wrote for you.

It was all amusing to them. How could he miss the way you looked at him with hearts in your eyes, the way you would happily spend all night in the library with him when he had an assignment due, the way your arm always found its way around his.

"They really are idiots." Jaemin had said, a fond grin on his face.

Really, it was cute, but got frustrating. Slow burn and mutual pining were never Donghyuck's favorite tropes. Watching you hide your embarrassment as Jeno fixes your hair made him want to push the two of you in a closet and scream for you guys to just kiss already.

So in order to prevent Donghyuck from committing a crime against romance, Renjun simply suggested that they give the couple more "alone time". Which leads the boys to this situation on a Friday night, heading to the pub in the rain.

"They better be dating by the time we're back." Donghyuck mutters, attempting to stay dry under Mark's hazardous umbrella holding.

"What do you even call their relationship right now?" Jisung voices over the rain, "not friends, obviously."

"A situationship?"

"No. That's what Yangyang had a while back. Remember how toxic it was?"

"Friends with benefits?"

"Chenle... Do you know what that is?"

"Guys, just leave it untitled for now. They're going to be dating soon anyway."

Jeno met you on the first day of classes. You had turned up ten minutes late, breathing heavily as you stumbled into the free seat in the last row. The seat next to him. Red in the face from running and hair messy from the wind, you looked so loveable to him. Never would he have imagined that you would be by his side like you were now. Though regretfully, as a friend. He wasn't sure how you'd react if he told you he wanted to be more.

You had your head in his lap, phone forgotten as you rambled to him about how stupid Yangyang's situationship partner was. He gently raked his fingers through your hair, reacting accordingly to your story, gaze never leaving your face.

A guitar melody meets the end of the last song and a familiar voice sounds through the room. Your story stops abruptly and confusion dons Jeno's features before he realizes what's playing through the speakers.

"No, wait, don't listen to this! Close your ears."

"I can't physically do that! And why can't I listen? You're singing! Did you write this song?"

As Jeno frantically attempts to scramble to stop the song, you wrap you arms around his torso, pulling him back on the bed. To prevent him from moving, you lie on top of him. Jeno can feel your laughs through his own body and he wonders whether you could feel his heartbeat through yours. With his strength, he could push you off and turn the song off if he really wanted to. But when it comes to you, he strength somehow never works.

"Jeno, this song is so cute. Who's it about?" You smirk down at him, "you have a crush on someone?"

You weren't asking because you were purely curious. You were asking because you had a big fat crush on the man and needed to know if he liked someone else. Though, you didn't know if you were ready for the answer. You've heard the heartbreak horror stories. They were always worse when the couple weren't dating but you couldn't help it. Somewhere along the line, you had fallen, and by that time, a platonic relationship had been established. Somehow, you convinced yourself that you'd rather stay friends than potentially losing what the two of you already had.

The rest of the friend group knew. You knew they knew. Hiding your feelings weren't your strongest point and you definitely caught Chenle making kissy faces behind you and Jeno once.

So, to say you were nervous about his answer was an understatement. But you weren't about to let him know.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Huh?

Jeno turns his head away, avoiding eye contact. A redness creeps up his cheeks and his throat feels dry.

"It's about you."

The cat's out of the bag. Jeno wants to scream in embarrassment. He can't believe he leaked his own embarrassing song about you. He can't believe this is how you find out about his feelings.

"Oh." A matching redness creeps up your own cheeks. "You think my eyes have stars in them?"

"Shut up."

Laughter settles over the both of you before your eyes meet. Jeno's eyes move down to your lips and his tongue darts out to wet his own absent mindedly.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Just our luck."

"I can't believe we witnessed a car crash?"

"At least it was a minor one. Nobody got hurt which is great news."

"Hang on, we have to tell those two we're going to be home late."

Jeno pulls away as his phone alerts him of a message received. You glance over at the screen, giggling at the content. Mark had sent a photo of the six of them posing with the police.

Just witnessed a car crash. Gonna be home late.

"Great, we can continue making out then." Jeno mumbles, throwing his phone aside and pulling you back in.

and he definitely scored seven more ⛹🏻‍♂️😆 ♡ reblogging from my shadow-reader days ♡

untouchable - l.hs 18+

enhypen masterlist

pairing. heeseung x afab reader

word count. 12.4k words

synopsis. heeseung wanted you to look at him as someone other than your brother's best friend

this is smut w a plot lol,,, mdni please!

“How the fuck do I answer this one?” You sighed, pushing your open textbook towards your brother, some complicated maths equation looking at derivatives staring back at you. Jay laughed, taking one look at the question and rolling his eyes.

 “Y/N, I don’t even take maths,” he nudged his best friend sitting next to him, pulling him out of his thoughts enough to remove his Airpods. “Hee, help my sister out, would you? I’m pretty sure you took this class last semester.”

Your eyes widened the moment Heeseung looked over at you, a teasing smile on his lips, “it’s fine Jay, I can figure it out on my own. I don’t want to bother you Heeseung.”

“It’s not a bother,” he said simply, taking the textbook from your older brother and scanning the questions quickly. “Oh, this is pretty straightforward once you spot it. Here, pass me your pen and I’ll write it all out for you.”

“Oh,” you breathed out a sigh of relief, passing your pen over to him so he could scribble down his workings out. “Thanks.”

“It’s no problem at all,” he caught your eyes, sending you a quick wink before your brother could see. You tried to ignore the blush that flourished across your cheeks.

You’d known Heeseung for a few years now, he had become Jay’s best friend once he started university and the two of them were inseparable. You had started the same university the year after them, coincidentally picking the same major as Heeseung. But you did your best to steer clear of your brothers friends, you knew he would go crazy the moment he even suspected something was going on between you and one of his friends.

Heeseung was a player too, you would always overhear him talking to your brother about his most recent hook up. Even other students in your university would talk about him, every guy wanted to be him and every girl wanted to be with him. But he never wanted to be in a relationship, Heeseung wasn’t that type of guy nowadays.

Heeseung was definitely trouble. As much as you tried to stay away from him, he seemed to always be around, dropping by your house to study with Jay or lounging on the couch when you got home from classes. He never seemed to be busy, the only commitments he had appeared to be hanging out with Jay and basketball practice a few times a week. The only reason you knew this was because he inserted himself into your conversations with your brother, and each time you would exit as quickly as you possibly could, never uttering more than a handful of words to him each time.

Like today. You had been sat at the kitchen table studying when the two boys had joined you. Jay decided to get ahead on some work for his own classes, whilst Heeseung sat there playing a game on his phone, airpods in. You couldn’t ignore the constant glances in your direction, always keeping tabs on what you were studying. It was why he was so thrilled when Jay volunteered him to help you, he had been waiting for an excuse to talk to you for the last two hours you’d been sat together.

“Do you understand it now?” He asked, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips because he knew you weren’t actually listening.

“Huh, oh yeah,” you took your book back, scanning the working out he’d written down, actually understanding it for once. “I got it, thanks Heeseung.”

“No stress darling,” he mumbled, quiet enough that your brother couldn’t hear over the headphones he’d now put in. He nudged his foot against yours under the table a few times to gather your attention back on him, “you coming to that frat party tomorrow night? Think it’s at Jakes house.”

“I don’t know,” you knew about the party, and you knew Jay would be less than happy to see you there, especially at Jake’s. But he would never stop you from going, he would spend the whole time looking over you to make sure you weren’t doing anything stupid because he did care for you even when he was angry at you. “I’m not sure if it’s really my scene, plus I won’t know anyone there.”

“You’ll know me,” he shrugged as if it wasn’t a huge deal. “I’m pretty sure Jungwon is coming too, and Sunoo. You know both of them.”

“Oh yeah, Jungwon’s nice,” you commented, remembering a time you met him at a previous party. He was a little younger than you but he was sweet, you sat talking to him for ages last time you went to a frat party since your friends had bailed on you last minute. “Maybe I’ll come if he’s there.”

Heeseung rolled his eyes subtly, “so if he’s not there then you won’t come? Got a little crush?”

You huffed out a laugh, “no I don’t, he was just nice to talk to. No point going to a party if there’s no one there who I like.”

“I’ll be there,” he stressed, nudging your foot again with his until you looked up at him. His lips were tugged up into a smirk when you tried to avoid his gaze. “Is that not enough for you?”

“We’re not friends Heeseung,” you lifted your eyes to meet his properly. “Plus, don’t think Jay would like us hanging out, especially not at one of Jake’s parties.”

“You wound me darling,” he placed a hand over his heart in mock pain. “I thought we had something special here.”

You closed your book, tucking it into your bag after you saw the time. You had classes soon and would need to head over to your university if you wanted to get there in time. Catching Heeseung’s eyes again, you faltered a little under his intense gaze. You tried not to let him affect you, he was bad news. But fuck was he pretty.

“This is the first time we’ve had a proper conversation, there’s nothing special here,” you stood up from your chair, prompting your brother to look up at you briefly before returning to his work. “I’ve had more meaningful conversations with the Starbucks barista.”

“You leaving Y/N?” Jay asked, finally pulling one of his headphones out when he noticed you toss your bag over your shoulder.

“Yeah, got classes this afternoon and I’ve already wasted too much time,” your gaze flickered over to Heeseung subtly before returning to your brother. “See you later Jay.”

You left quickly before Heeseung could say anything to you, heading off to your first class of the day. You just hoped that would be the last you would see of him that day, but you knew that was wishful thinking. And deep down, you knew too that you would see him at Jake’s party. You missed Jungwon and maybe this time you could convince your best friend Sunghoon to come with you.

“Hope my sister wasn’t too irritating,” Jay mumbled, playing with one of his headphones as he stared at his best friend. He wasn’t stupid, he knew that Heeseung had a thing for you but he was seeing how far he could push him until he caved in and admitted it. The question you asked him he could’ve easily answered but he pushed it over to Heeseung to give him an excuse to talk to you. “Thanks for helping her out.”

“It’s no worries man,” Heeseung laughed softly. “She’s not that bad, just likes running her mouth a bit.”

“She gets that from me,” Jay laughed back. As much as he hated the idea of Heeseung going after his sister, he knew you could hold your own and would give him a hard time about it. Hence why he wasn’t worried, he would let you handle this in your own way, maybe you could knock Heeseung down a few pegs.

“I need to head off, got basketball practice this afternoon,” Heeseung stood up, grabbing his gym bag from the floor below him. Considering how much time he spent practicing, it was a miracle he was passing classes still. “I’ll see you at the party tomorrow? Don’t think I’ll have time to drop by tomorrow morning beforehand.”

“Yeah man, I’ll see you there,” Jay replied.

“Think Y/N might turn up,” Heeseung said nonchalantly. “You might want to keep an eye on her, I know that Jungwon kid likes her and he’ll be there.”

Jay laughed under his breath, his friend was so fucking obvious sometimes, “Jungwon’s a nice guy, he’d treat her well. I’ve got nothing to worry about, especially if she brings Sunghoon with her too.”

“Park Sunghoon?” Heeseung’s ears perked up at that, usually he would hate the guy best friend of any girl he was interested in, but Sunghoon was actually a decent guy. He had many classes with him and had hung out with him a few times between lessons, but he also knew that Sunghoon wasn’t a threat. You weren’t interested in him and he wasn’t interested in you, Heeseung wouldn’t have to fight him off at least.

Fuck, he was realising that maybe he actually liked you, beyond just sex. Is this what having a crush felt like? If so, Heeseung had never felt like this before, it made him nervous. He was used to just messing around with girls without getting feelings involved. He was used to breaking hearts and blocking peoples numbers, he wasn’t used to pining after someone who wouldn’t even hold one conversation with him. It was humbling.

“Yeah, the really pretty guy,” Jay replied. “He’ll look after her, you can relax man.”

“I’m relaxed,” Heeseung retaliated, rolling his eyes. He checked the time on his watch, swearing softly when he was he had fifteen minutes until practice started and he was at least twenty minutes away from the gym. So much for being the responsible team captain. “Fuck Jay, I need to go. See you later, yeah?”

“See you at the party Hee.”

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“No, you don’t understand Y/N,” Sunghoon stressed, throwing things out of your closet as he searched for an outfit. “Heeseung wants you to go, he specifically asked if you were going. Which in guy talk means he wants you to go because he wants to hit you up whilst you’re there.”

You rolled your eyes, head hanging off the end of your bed as you stared at Sunghoon upside down, “I don’t want him to hit me up, I’m not looking for a one night stand.”

“Yeah but it’s Lee Heeseung,” Sunghoon replied, grabbing a skirt from your closet that you hadn’t worn in years. “Everyone wants to get with him, imagine how desirable you’ll be once you have him on your roster.”

“Hoon, my roster consists of one random guy I forgot the name of that time I was drunk and Sim Jake, I don’t really care about that,” he threw the skirt at you, narrowly missing your face as it fell to the mattress beside you. “I’m not going to get with Heeseung, he’s a player and he’s literally best friends with my brother. I have to see his cocky face every single day, I don’t want to see it knowing I was riding it the night before.”

A shirt flew at your face this time, hitting you square in the nose as you peeled it off of you, sitting up and analysing the outfit Sunghoon had given you. He stood staring at you, a bored look on his face, “look Y/N, you need to loosen up and get laid, and I’m not taking one for the team even though you’re going to look fine as fuck in that outfit. Heeseung is obviously into you, he literally never takes his eyes off you and he hasn’t fucked anyone in the last few months. I’d say, just go for it, like who gives a fuck if it’s just a one night stand?”

You eyed the incredibly short skirt you’d been given with the tight black top, Sunghoon was good with styling but he sure loved to show off as much of your skin as possible.

“I give a fuck! God, I don’t know Hoonie, I’m only going to know you at the party. This night is going to be so awkward,” you looked up at him from your bed. He was already dressed in a pair of brown trousers and a simple shirt, he still looked amazing as he always did. Sunghoon smiled at you, as much as he nagged you, he still wanted you to be comfortable and have fun.

“Jungwon’s going to be there, I spoke to him earlier,” Sunghoon sat on the edge of the bed next to you, taking your hand in his and squeezing. “And Sunoo too, that sweet guy you met last time. He’s in a few of my classes, he’s really nice! Plus, I can introduce you to some of my other friends too, Euijoo and Nicholas will be there and they are both really nice guys.”

You played with his fingers, mulling it over in your head. You did tend to have a good time when you went to these parties, even if they were a bit wild. The only difference now is that you knew Heeseung would be waiting for you there and that was making you nervous.

“I’ll be with you the whole time if you want, or I can make sure there’s someone else with you at all times so that you don’t feel nervous,” Sunghoon broke your thoughts, knowing exactly what to say.

You weren’t scared of Heeseung, far from it in all honesty. You were just nervous, it was clear what he was insinuating earlier and you knew it was a bad idea as much as you wanted to do it. Heeseung was bad news and your brother would be less than impressed to hear that something had gone on between the two of you. Your goal for the evening would be to stay as far away from him as possible and not make a mistake you would regret.

“Fine,” you sighed, squeezing Sunghoon’s hand before letting go and grabbing the outfit. “Help me choose some shoes that will go with this fucking tiny skirt.”

Sunghoon cheered softly, ruffling your hair before going back to your closet to find some shoes as you changed into the clothes. The skirt was tight and very short, but it did wonders for your figure and the shirt he’d picked out hugged you in all the right places. You knew you could count on Sunghoon when it came to these things.

“Woah,” he came up behind you, holding your hips gently and checking you out in the full length mirror you were stood in front of. “You look so hot Y/N, you’re going to be fighting guys off left and right tonight.”

You blushed under his gaze, even though Sunghoon was your best friend it was still nice to get compliments from him. At the end of the day, he was still a guy and compliments from him meant that others would also be thinking the same thing.

Sunghoon moved back to lounge around on your bed, playing on his phone as you did your hair and a little bit of makeup. You threw a few items into a little bag and then you were ready to leave, turning to Sunghoon for his final thoughts.

“Fucking hell Y/N,” he stood up, scanning you up and down. “Heeseung is going to have a heart attack.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing his shoulder softly with a laugh, “I’m not trying to impress Heeseung, I just want to go and have fun tonight. Please make sure I don’t go home drunk with some random guy, especially not Jake again.”

“In my defence, when you left with Jake you weren’t drunk and you told me specifically not to stop you,” he held his hands up in mock surrender. “I told you that getting with a frat guy was a bad idea.”

“I figured that out when he wouldn’t stop blowing up my phone for three weeks afterwards,” you rolled your eyes. Your one night with Jake was great, but he seemed to think you were after more than that and had spent weeks afterwards asking you on dates and pursuing you. With him being one of your brothers friends as well as being on the basketball team with Heeseung, you tried to let him down as easy as possible. And by that, you ghosted him until he stopped texting and he moved on to someone else for the next few weeks.

“Ready to go now?” He asked, tucking his phone into his pocket, “Won’s already been there for like half an hour and Eujioo and Nicho are on their way there, so they’ll be there before we are. You ok with hanging out with them tonight too?”

You linked your arm through Sunghoon’s, making your way out of the house. Jay had already left a while back, probably going to Jake’s for pre drinks before the party even started. The two of you didn’t live with your parents so you didn’t have to worry about that, slamming the front door shut behind the two of you.

“Yeah, they sound nice enough,” you set off walking to Jake’s frat. It was only a couple of minutes away by foot but it was long enough for you to get cold on the journey. You started to hate Sunghoon for putting you in the skimpy outfit even if you did look good.

“Fuck me, I can smell the weed from here,” Sunghoon groaned as you rounded the corner to Jake’s. He was right, the stale smell of weed and cheap alcohol filled the air around you and a deep base of some house music was thumping into the night. The whole street was filled with frat houses so at least you knew you wouldn’t have to worry about noise complaints that night.

Sunghoon ushered you into the house, mumbling something about how his friends were in the kitchen getting drinks as he tugged you along behind him. You hoped you would be able to grab a drink and then hurry off to the garden somewhere, out of the potential sight of your brother. Jay didn’t really care if you came to the same parties as him, and vice versa if he ever showed up to one you were at. You just had one rule, and that was to not do anything too stupid that would get either of you in trouble.

“Guys,” Sunghoon exclaimed loudly as he entered the kitchen, you in tow behind him. There was significantly less people in there, just a handful grabbing drinks and talking to each other. “So good to see you all, this is my friend Y/N in case you haven’t already met her.”

He pulled you in front of him, hands on your shoulders as he introduced you to the three boys. You recognised Jungwon already, a knowing smile on his lips when he saw you. But the two other boys, Euijoo and Nicholas, were new to you. They seemed nice enough though, Nicholas offered to make you a drink which you gladly accepted from him, going to lean on the counter next to Jungwon as Sunghoon caught up with his friends. Sunoo was apparently already dancing somewhere, he was the life of any party.

“Long time no see,” Jungwon said, sipping from his own cup. “We’ve got to stop meeting like this Y/N.”

“I mean, if you’d given me your number last time then maybe we wouldn’t have to,” you pouted sarcastically, smiling when Jungwon rolled his eyes.

“Give me your phone then,” he said, holding his free hand out to you. You didn’t hesitate, letting him put his number into your phone contacts and texting himself so that he had your number too, “there, no excuse not to hang out with me like every day now.”

“Sounds good to me Won,” you took another sip of your drink, revelling in how the alcohol seemed to calm your nerves a little bit. You realised how much you did actually like parties, you could let loose and relax for a while without having to worry about the consequences until the next morning.

“So Y/N,” your attention was pulled away from Jungwon to look at Euijoo, the boy who had been the quietest the whole time. “Tell us, how did you meet Hoon? Do you have any embarrassing stories about him?”

“Oh, I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment,” you laughed, launching off into a story about how Sunghoon fell into a pool when you were in middle school and was panicking because he couldn’t swim, until he realised it was shallow enough to stand up in and he wasn’t actually going to drown.

The next few hours of the night went much the same, you’d all made you way out into the garden since the alcohol warmed you up enough to sit out there comfortably. The five of you had huddled around talking, eventually gaining a couple of others to your group. Sunoo joined after a while, greeting you and striking up a conversation with Jungwon quickly. There were a few others, friends of Nicholas, called Kei and Fuma who joined in your group, happily chatting with you all.

“So, you know Jake then?” Fuma asked, turning to you for the first time that night. He’d joined the group and easily started to chat with Sunghoon, but his attention was now on you and in the dim light he looked all the more attractive.

You shrugged, taking a sip from your now non-alcoholic drink, “we know of each other, but we’re not friends by any means. He’s closer with my brother.”

“Oh, who’s your brother?” He asked, turning his body more towards yours until your knees knocked together softly. He was so close now that you could smell his after shave, maybe you weren’t averse to going home with a stranger that evening.

“Park Jay, not sure if you know him but he’s usually at most of these parties,” you replied, hitting your knee against his a few times gently. “Hangs around with Lee Heeseung ninety nine percent of the time, they’re stuck together like glue.”

“Oh shit, yeah I know them, decent guys,” he said. One of his hands fell to your thigh, testing the waters. When you didn’t shrug him off, he took that as a sign and shifted a little closer to you on the bench you were sat on. “I play on the basketball team with Heeseung, I’ve only met Jay a handful of times at parties or at games.”

“You play basketball?” You asked, looking up at him with wide eyes, “that’s pretty hot.”

Fuma laughed, leaning back a little to face you fully. With one hand he pulled your legs over his thighs so that you were sat adjacent to him, draped across his lap as his hand splayed over the bare skin. His other arm rested on the back of the bench, fingertips dancing across your shoulders.

“Yeah? You think so?” The hand on your thigh moved a little higher, taking your smile as a sign that you were ok with whatever was happening. And you were, Fuma was attractive and you needed someone to take your mind away from Heeseung for the night, his confusing tactics the previous day making you rethink everything.

“Definitely,” you sat your empty cup down behind you, using your now free hand to rest on his bicep, curling your fingers around it. “Can tell how hard you work out too, it’s attractive.”

You knew how to flirt with men to get what you wanted, and Fuma seemed like he would be an easy catch for you tonight. On top of that though, he seemed nice, he seemed like the type of guy who would definitely text you the next morning. You’d told Sunghoon you weren’t in the mood for a one night stand, but you didn’t say you weren’t in the mood for a couple of dates with an attractive guy after a one night stand.

“If you’re trying to flatter me it’s working,” he said, tightening his grip on your thigh so that his muscles flexed under your fingers. You giggled softly, running your hand up to his shoulder then over the front of his neck slowly.

“Good,” you breathed out, moving yourself a little closer to him so that you could feel his breath on your lips. You had clocked that a couple of the others were taking glances at you, Sunghoon was silently cheering you on in the side lines, whilst Kei was impressed with his friend for bagging an attractive girl that quickly.

“Y/N,” Fuma mumbled, moving the hand on your thigh up to your hip to tug you impossibly closer to him. “Can I kiss you?”

No guy had ever really asked you that before, usually they would dive in without much thought into the situation, but Fuma seemed different. You nodded quickly before wrapping your arm around his neck and pulling him forwards until your lips connected, trying not to pay any mind to the fact that your friends were centimetres away.

Fuma tightened his grip on your hip, his other arm resting over your shoulders as he tugged on your bottom lip, opening your mouth to let his tongue in. He was a good kisser, giving as much as he took, and you were almost disappointed when he pulled away from you, leaving a soft peck on your lips as a parting gift.

You surged forward to kiss him again, quick little kisses against his lips and cheeks, before fully pulling back from him. Fuma laughed, a genuine smile on his face, and squeezed your hip softly before pulling you closer onto his lap so that you were almost sat completely on him.

The others didn’t say anything as you re-joined the conversation, occasionally chipping in with little anecdotes and laughing along to the comments Fuma made in your ear. But eventually you were getting thirsty, excusing yourself to go grab a drink from the kitchen quickly.

“Want me to join you?” Jungwon asked, not entirely comfortable with letting you go into the house alone when there were other drunk frat boys around.

“Sure,” you replied, standing up from Fuma’s lap. “Be back in a few.” You aimed your last comment at no one in particular, hurrying off with Jungwon into the house.

It was more crowded now, a lot of people had turned up since you had arrived and it was hard to make your way to the kitchen, your hands automatically grabbing onto Jungwon’s sleeve so you didn’t get separated.

He tugged you into the kitchen where there were less people, just a couple getting some drinks and, unluckily for you, Jake and Heeseung who were stood chatting away. Heeseung had a frown on his lips as he talked, one hand gripping a red solo cup and the other tucked into the pocket of his trousers. When his eyes caught your figure entering the room, his scowl only deepened. You tried to smile at him but it was useless, he was pissed off at you and you had no idea why.

Your grip on Jungwon’s arm tightened as he pulled you over to the counter, pouring some drinks for your friends as you made your own, downing it in a few sips before making another. You weren’t having anything alcoholic anymore, not wanting to get drunk and make more mistakes, but the way you could feel Heeseung’s eyes burning into the side of your head made you wish you were.

“Ready to go back?” Jungwon asked, a couple of beer cans tucked under his arm as he held his other out to you. You went to take it before you were being tugged harshly back, falling against a larger chest.

“No can do Won, sorry man,” Heeseung said, wrapping his hand around your waist. “Y/N’s brother isn’t happy with her being here anymore, so I’m going to have to take her home soon. Send her apologies to her date though, they can continue off what they started another time or whatever.”

At the mention of your brother, Jungwon nodded, sending you an apologetic smile and leaving the kitchen. That left you with Heeseung and Jake, the two people you didn’t really want to see that night.

“What the fuck Heeseung,” you turned around to face him, ripping yourself from his grip. “I know for a fact Jay doesn’t give a shit if I’m here, he’s probably already off at some random girls house. Why the fuck are you trying to ruin my night?”

Your little outburst only made him smile, his arms crossing over his chest, “I let you have your fun darling, but you took it a little too far out there when you started making out with one of my teammates. That’s a little disrespectful, don’t you think?”

Jake took that as his queue to leave, slipping off into the distance and leaving the two of you alone in the kitchen. For once, you were hoping he would’ve stayed so you had some escape from Heeseung.

“Why do you care? Did my brother put you up to this? If I remember correctly, you were the one who asked me to come to this party, so why are you trying to end my night so quickly?” You huffed out, crossing your own arms in retaliation.

Heeseung smirked, his lips tugging up at one side, “exactly. I invited you, yet you’re out there making out with some guy who you’ve only just met. Do you think that’s why I invited you here? Surely somewhere in that brain of yours you connected the dots and realised I invited you because I wanted to spend time with you at this party. Maybe if you realised that then it would’ve been my lap you were sitting on. But you had to go and fuck it up by getting off with Fuma.”

You mouth dropped open at his confession, “whatever joke you’re trying to pull is not funny Heeseung, and I’m not falling for it. If this is some weird prank you have going on with my brother then I don’t want to be part of it. I’m not some girl you can just fuck around with, I’m not trying to mess around with people like you.”

“People like me?” He questioned, stepping closer to you. In response you moved back, far enough so that your back was against the counter and Heeseung was now standing close enough to you that you could feel his body warmth radiating off him. “What sort of person am I Y/N? Tell me, I want to know.”

Placing your hands on his chest, you tried to push him away from you but it was no use. He caught your hands in his, tugging you forward until you were pressed against his chest.

“What sort of person am I Y/N? Tell me so I can prove you wrong,” Heeseung repeated, his lips just barely brushing your ear.

“You’re a player,” you replied harshly. “You’re never serious about anything, you just want to sleep around without strings attached. Everyone knows that Heeseung, and I’m not going to be another person you can just add to your list of hook ups. I have more self-respect than that.”

Heeseung sucked in a breath, letting it out with a soft laugh, “you wound me darling, is that really how low you think of me?”

“I’m just telling the truth Heeseung, everyone knows it,” you pulled your wrist from his grip so that you could move back a little until you were leaning against the counter again. “Even Jay says the same thing, you’ve never been serious about a girl in your life. So I don’t know what you’re trying to get at here, and this is the first time you’ve ever even acknowledged my existence as someone other than your best friends sister. So forgive me for not believing a single word that falls out of your mouth.”

“Let me prove it to you,” he said, still smiling that cocky smirk. “I wanted you at this party so that we could spend time together, even got Jay a girl so that he would leave early and I could come and find you. I’ve been trying to get your attention for months now but you never gave me the time of day, yesterday was the first time you’d even had a full conversation with me. I’m not the player you think I am Y/N, I’ve not been with a girl in almost a year now, haven’t even kissed anyone for months. I can even get Jake or Jay to attest to that.”

At the mention of Jake’s name you froze a little, remembering the night you’d spent together. It was after one of his parties the previous year, it was messy and a mistake, you’d regretted it ever since. Knowing what you did now, you regretted it even more.

“I know about you and Jake,” Heeseung mumbled, as if reading your thoughts. “He had no problem bragging about it to me and the others at practice, had to beat the shit out of him a few times before he got the hint to leave you alone.”

As he was talking, his hands made their way onto your hips, resting there gently. You didn’t realise at first, but the moment you did you were hyper aware of his touch on you. The scariest part was that you didn’t hate it. You blamed it on Sunghoon for putting those ideas in your head earlier, because now you were really starting to believe Heeseung liked you.

“You beat him up?” You asked, voice small, “why? It was consensual, it’s not like I didn’t know what I was getting myself into.”

“I know,” he sighed. “I know darling, I was mad at Jake though. He knew about how I felt from the start and he still went and slept with you, it fucked with my head because it felt like confirmation to me that I could never have you in the way that I wanted you.”

“What do you mean?” You let yourself be held closer by Heeseung, his hands wrapping around your waist. Something about the way he talked and the way he looked at you had you believing every word that left his lips, it had you understanding him.

“Isn’t it obvious enough? I like you a lot Y/N, I have for a while now but I knew it would be impossible to even try to start something with you if your brother was always looking over our shoulders, it’s why I invited you here in the hopes I could get you alone so that I could actually talk to you,” he sighed softly, squeezing your waist. “Seeing you with Fuma made me angry, not with you but with the situation. I wanted to be in his position, I wanted to be the guy you were fawning over and flirting with because it’s all I’ve thought about for months. I know this is unexpected, but give me a chance to prove I mean what I say.”

Your hands came up to rest on his chest, fiddling gently with the fabric of his shirt. He was only wearing a simple outfit but he looked incredible, as usual. And up close you could really appreciate how attractive he was, something you had always thought but had supressed for years due to your brother.

“How are you going to prove it?” You asked, stretching your hands up to rest on his shoulders. You didn’t know what had come over you, but you didn’t care about the consequences now, Heeseung looked too pretty in the dim lighting of the kitchen that you wanted whatever he was offering.

Heeseung smirked, a little cocky but still attractive, and he bent down a little until his nose was brushing against yours, “maybe if you let me kiss you, then you’ll be able to tell how I really feel.”

You could feel his lips brushing against yours from how close he was, his fingers tightening on your waist. Heeseung was letting you take control, he was waiting for you to make a move and kiss him so that he knew you wanted it. It was that little detail that made you trust him more.

Pushing up onto your toes, you pressed your own lips against his, moving your hands so that they wrapped around his neck to pull him down against you. Heeseung didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, hands tugging you closer still so that your entire body was pressed against his. His lips moved with yours, letting you set the pace until he heard you whine softly against his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned against you, licking your bottom lip to prompt your mouth open. You let him in, whining louder when his tongue rubbed against yours until he was hungrily kissing you as your lips went numb.

“Heeseung,” you whispered, pulling back a little only to be tugged forward again.

“Not done yet darling,” he replied, placing his lips back onto yours a little rougher than before. He kissed you like this was his only chance to, like he’d been waiting for years to be able to. If you really thought about it, maybe he had been waiting that long.

When he finally pulled away, letting you down a little so you were back on your feet, he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. He kept you close, his arms still tight around you as if he was scared you would leave. Heeseung’s eyes were wide as he scanned your face, he looked nervous for the first time since you’d entered the kitchen.

“Do you understand now?” He mumbled, fidgeting a little under your gaze, “do you see how much I really do like you? Because I can promise you that it’s not some game I’m trying to play, I’ve been waiting for this moment for months.”

“Are you sure Heeseung? Like,” you took a deep breath, about to take the leap. “Do you really want this? Because if you do, then you’re the one who’s going to have to tell Jay about it.”

He laughed softly, a gentle smile on his lips, “I’d fight Jay any day if it meant I could have you at the end of this. And I know this is a complete surprise to you, but I’m serious about you. I don’t want to see you with anyone else, not Jake, not Jungwon, not Fuma. I want you to be with me, I want to treat you well, and if I have to spend the next few months proving that to you then I will. I’ve waited a long time darling, I can wait longer.”

Your hands played with the hair on the nape of his neck, leaning up to kiss him quickly to shut him up from his rambling. A soft blush spread across his cheeks, you were finally seeing the Heeseung that he was trying to talk to you about, not the Heeseung that everyone else saw.

“You don’t need to wait any more Hee,” your hands moved back down his chest until they reached his own, removing them from your waist to intertwine your fingers together. “I’m trusting you.”

“I won’t fuck it up,” he promised, squeezing your hands in his. “And this sounds incredibly bad, but do you want to come back to mine? I want to keep talking and spending time with you, but I really just want to be alone together for once.”

“It’s ok, I get it,” you laughed softly. “You live closer than I do anyway.”

Heeseung smiled at you properly, a genuinely happy smile on his lips as he nodded and made a move to exit the kitchen, pulling you along behind him. You tried to ignore the stares of everyone else, you caught eyes with Jake as you left and the knowing smirk on his lips made you feel sick. You wondered how people would think of you now, would they make up rumours? Would those rumours make their way back to your brother? What would Fuma think when he heard about them? It made tears well up in your eyes as you tried to stick close to Heeseung, burying your face against his shoulder to hide your emotions from the rest of the party.

Heeseung looked down at you, noticing your wide glossy eyes as he tried to clear a path through the hundreds of dancing bodies. He quickly tugged you closer, wrapping his arm around you and keeping you close to his chest so that you were looking at him rather than everyone else.

“Hey, it’s ok baby,” he mumbled into your ear, kissing your temple softly. “Ignore them, yeah? They don’t know shit about us, they’re not important. We’re almost out darling, just look at me, ok?”

His words did enough to calm you as you blinked away the tears, a little embarrassed for getting so worked up about it all. But it wasn’t until you were out in the cold air that you let yourself look up from his chest. You tried to step back a bit but Heeseung held you close to him, wrapping you up in a hug with one hand holding the back of your head close to him.

“You alright?” He asked softly, pulling back to kiss your forehead once again.

You nodded, “’m ok, sorry. I just kept seeing people looking at us and it made me feel sick to know what they were assuming. I can’t imagine the rumours they’re going to start about me.”

“Well, if people believe those rumours then they’re bigger idiots than I thought,” Heeseung said softly, brushing your hair away from your face. “I’ll shut them down as soon as they start darling, you don’t have to worry about a thing.”

Sighing, you nodded once again, “I just don’t want people to think of me any different. I’m sure Jake’s going to run his mouth soon enough, he was pissed when I didn’t agree to see him again after the first time. I just hope he doesn’t hold a grudge enough to go running to my brother.”

“Like I said Y/N, I’ll shut it down as soon as it happens. Won’t let anyone say a bad word about you,” he stepped away from you to take your hand instead so that you could start walking away from the party. “Plus, Jake could never handle you anyway. He was never going to get you.”

“Oh yeah?” You raised an eyebrow at Heeseung teasingly, “and you can?”

He swung your hands between the two of you as he walked the short distance to his flat, luckily Heeseung’s flat mate would likely be out when you two got there so you had the luxury of an empty place for the night.

“I think I’m the only person who could darling,” he laughed softly. “Think about it, is there anyone else you would’ve gone home with tonight? Anyone else who would treat you as good as I can?”

“You have a point, I don’t think I’d trust anyone else enough to even try,” you admitted, eyes focusing in on Heeseung’s apartment building that you were approaching. It was quiet now, most people had likely gone to bed or were out at other parties. “It’s weird how much I trust you already, even though I’ve know you for years I feel like I’ve only just really figured out the real you Hee.”

“And what’s the real me like?” He asked, using his free hand to punch in the code to the front door of his building, pushing the door open for you to go through towards the elevator.

“Hmm, the real Heeseung is sweet,” you said, tugging him into the open doors of the elevator. “And he is willing to face the wrath of my brother just to kiss me. The real Heeseung fought his friend Jake when he was being sleazy. And the real Heeseung proved to me that he was genuine just with a few words because I could see in his eyes how he really felt.”

The elevator opened at Heeseung’s floor, the two of you exiting quickly and standing in front of his apartment door. He pulled you back against him, crushing you in a hug as he buried his face in your hair.

“I hope you know that I mean every last thing that I said,” he kissed the crown of your head. “I’m not going to take it back in the morning, I’m being completely serious. I want everything with you, and if you’ll trust me then I will give it all to you no matter what obstacles we hit along the way.”

You looked up at him in the intense florescent light of the hallway, his dark hair a little messy from the cold outside air and his cheeks flushed. He looked pretty, so pretty that you wanted to kiss him and never stop. All the feelings you’d had for Heeseung over the years, the lingering glances and short conversations, were bubbling up to the surface all of a sudden. And now, after the emotional conversations you’d had and the turmoil your brain had been through, you knew what you wanted.

You wanted him. In every sense of the word.

“Why don’t we go inside?” You mumbled, chin resting on his chest as he held you, “then you can show me how much you mean it.”

You really hoped Heeseung would catch on to the hidden meaning behind your words, and from the way his eyes widened slightly, you knew he had. A cheeky grin spread across his lips again, the Heeseung you knew returning for a second through the soft and sweet version he had been for the last hour.

He unlocked his front door, pulling you into his apartment and kicking off his shoes. He didn’t even bother turning on the hallway light as he ushered you into his bedroom with him. You looked around quickly, it was so unexplainably Heeseung. There were various band posters on the walls and sports trophies adorning a shelf next to his bed, pictures of him with his teammates and family framed alongside them. You took it all in for a moment whilst he sat down on the edge of his bed, throwing his phone on the bedside table and looking at you, legs spread wide and lap looking inviting.

“Come here baby,” he said, pulling on you when you got close enough to him so that you were standing between his legs. He took your bag off your shoulder, placing it by the foot of his bed before returning his hands to your hips, pulling you close to him so that he could rest his head on your lower stomach.

Your hands fell to his hair, threading through the strands a few times as his eyes fluttered closed. You stood like that for a few seconds, Heeseung’s hands moving around behind you to circle your waist again.

“Are you sure about this darling?” His hands ran across your back a few times, fingers dipping underneath the hem of your shirt briefly, “we don’t have to do anything, we can just talk if that’s what you want. I didn’t bring you back here expecting anything from you.”

“I know you didn’t,” you tugged his hair gently so that he looked up at you. “But I want it, wouldn’t be here with you if I didn’t. I want you Hee.”

The last sentence hung in the air for a second, Heeseung taking in a deep breath at your words before sitting back a little, letting go of you and spreading his legs further.

“Come sit on my lap baby,” he said, patting the empty space that was the perfect size for you. “Want to feel you and kiss you a bit more.”

You obliged so quickly that it was embarrassing, straddling his lap and using his shoulders to steady yourself, settling down so that you were directly over his crotch. He groaned softly when you put your weight on him, a soft moan falling through his lips as he quickly leant forward to kiss you. His hands fell to your bare thighs, gripping the skin tight as he pushed his tongue into your mouth sloppily for the second time that night.

Heeseung moved his hands up to your hips, slowly urging you to grind yourself against his clothed crotch gently as you kissed. You tried to quieten your whines as you felt his cock brushing against you, only then realising how big Heeseung was, the outline alone surpassing Jake’s and that other guy you’d forgotten the name of. You’d have to mention that to him later, he’d have fun bragging about it to Jake at practice.

“Fuck Y/N,” he gripped your hips harder as you grinded over him. “Can’t wait have you around me darling, can already tell you’re going to feel so good.”

“Hee,” you whined, blushing at his words and shifting impatiently on his lap. His lips fell to your neck, brushing softly over the skin there before placing some teasing kisses. His hands moved down to your thighs again, fingertips dipping under the hem of your skirt. You gasped, willing his hands to move higher yet.

“You’ve got to tell me what you want baby, tonight’s all about you,” he said against your neck before biting down softly. His hands kneaded your thighs as his lips worked a red hickey onto the skin by your throat. Hiding that from your brother would be impossible.

“Just want you,” you replied, using your hands to tug his head up to kiss you again. “You can do whatever you want.”

Heeseung laughed against your lips, “not how it works, you’ve got to tell me what you want so I can give it to you, yeah?”

He pulled back to look at you, hands pushing up further under your skirt until they were resting on your upper thighs. His fingers found the hem of your underwear, snapping the elastic on your skin and you gasped softly, eyes glancing down to his arms. The sight of his hands under your skirt was enough to have you soaking through the fabric of your panties and onto Heeseung’s trousers.

“Come on darling, use your pretty mouth,” his thumbs rubbed over the skin on your legs, sending your mind into a spin just from that touch.

“Want your fingers Hee,” you admitted, a red flush on your cheeks. No one had ever asked you what you wanted before, you had no idea how to verbalise how badly you wanted him.

“Yeah baby?” He teased, lips tugging up into his signature smirk, “where? Because I’m already touching you, you need to be more specific for me.”

“Heeseung,” you whined, rolling your eyes. “Don’t make me say it.”

He laughed, “just teasing baby. Want my fingers yeah? Want me to stuff your pretty cunt full of them and stretch you out a bit? Is that what you want?”

He pushed your skirt up higher until it was pooling around your waist, exposing your cute little white panties that were already soaked through with your arousal. Heeseung swore under his breath, running his thumb over your pussy through the fabric. The small jolts of pleasure you felt had you squirming in his lap, brushing over his already painfully hard cock each time.

“Please Seung,” your voice prompted him to rip his eyes away and look at you. “Do something, please.”

“You beg so pretty darling,” his voice was strained as he talked. He was trying so hard to restrain himself, but everything you did was driving him crazy. “Stand up for me, yeah? Let’s get you out of these.”

He helped move you off his lap, his smirk reappearing when he saw the patch of arousal you left staining his trousers. He tugged on your crumpled up skirt, sliding it down your legs before helping you out of the rest of your clothes. For once, you didn’t feel nervous in front of him even though you were completely exposed.

“Fuck,” Heeseung mumbled, tugging you down onto the bed so that your head rested on his pillows. “Have I ever told you how pretty you are? It’s actually insane.”

His hands ran down your sides, kneeling between your legs. He moved back briefly to take his own shirt off, tossing it somewhere in his room before falling back down over you. Your hands went around his neck automatically, bringing his lips back to yours a few times.

You ran your own hands down his body, feeling over his toned chest that had been sculpted by his years of basketball practice. You stopped on his lower stomach, fingers tugging on his belt until he took the hint and kicked his trousers off, never once breaking the kiss.

His fingers made their way back down until he grazed over your cunt, his touch barely there but still sending another jolt of arousal through your body. Heeseung noted that, pulling back to look at you, your own eyes wide.

“Relax for me, let me make you feel good baby,” he mumbled, dipping his head down to kiss over your neck and collarbones, biting over the mark he’d left before. His hand moved back down, his pointer finger circling your clit slowly as you tried your best to hold in any noises.

“Please Seungie,” he stilled at that nickname, arousal shooting straight to his cock. “I need your fingers so badly, don’t want to wait any longer.”

“Fuck, ok darling,” he pushed a finger into you slowly, testing the waters. “Look at that, you’re so fucking wet already. Think you could take more?”

Your hands gripped his shoulders, nodding against him, “please Seung, want to be full. Want to cum on your fingers for you.”

“God you’re always so polite, so good for me,” he kissed you again, biting your bottom lip gently as he pushed a second finger alongside his first. “Your little cunt is so tight baby, don’t know how you’re going to take my cock.”

His pace quickened, fingers pushing into you over and over until he had you clawing at his back and coming over his hand in only a few minutes. You tried not to think about the fact that Heeseung was well practiced, he had a roster longer than anyone else, and he did a good job at keeping your mind off it as he kissed you harshly once you came back down from your orgasm.

“Good girl, did so good,” he slowly took his fingers out of your cunt, bringing them up to his lips and sucking them clean. Your eyes widened, a red flush on your cheeks again at the lewd sight.

“Heeseung!” You pushed his shoulder but he didn’t budge, his large frame still hovering over you, “you’re insane.”

“Mhm,” he mumbled, kissing your lips once again. “Insanely obsessed with you, yeah.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes but you couldn’t help the smile on your face.

He kissed you messily, tangling one hand into your hair to tug you closer to him whilst the other propped his body above yours. You could feel his crotch press down onto your thigh, still clad in his boxers but his cock was achingly hard against you. You could feel him grind against you slowly as you kissed, trying to ease the tension he felt.

“Seungie,” you mumbled into his mouth.

“Yeah baby?” He pulled back to look at you, loosening his grip on your hair and smoothing it down a little. The heavy weight of his cock against you was driving you crazy, you never thought you’d want a man as much as you did.

“Please fuck me, waited long enough,” you bucked your hips up against him, a groan ripping from his throat at the contact.

“Alright angel, calm down. I’ll look after you, ok?” The new pet name made more arousal pool in your cunt, Heeseung’s soothing and slightly mocking tone only served to turn you on even more.

He leant up a little to push his boxers down, kicking them off somewhere else. You tried not to look down but you did anyway, your eyes widening at the sight. He was definitely bigger than the other guys you’d been with.

Before you had time to worry, his lips were back on yours, melting any concerns between your lips. He cupped your cheek with one hand, the other sliding down to your thigh and pulling them apart gently to slot himself between them. He pulled back, peppering kisses over your face over and over until the wide eyed look disappeared.

“You ready darling?” You felt him rub the tip of his cock up your cunt, each movement making you want him more. He pushed in gently, the tip pushing past your folds before moving back just to tease you.

“God,” your hands once again clawed at his shoulders. “Need you Seungie, please fuck me.”

“Tsk, need to sort out that dirty mouth of yours, right baby?” He smirked but pushed himself into you regardless, his cock breaching past your hole slowly, “but you’ve been so good to me, going to fuck you so good angel. You’ll forget about all the others, only think about me from now on, yeah?”

He pushed himself into your fully, gripping your hip tight as he tried to hold himself back from fucking into your harshly.

“God baby, your little cunt is so tight around my cock,” he gave an experimental thrust forward as tiny moans tumbled past your lips at the drag of his cock along your walls. “Does it feel good? Tell me how you feel darling.”

“So good Seung, you feel so good,” you moved to kiss him but could only reach his chest, placing hot kisses along the exposed skin. “Feel so fucking full, love it so much.”

“Bet you do angel, no one else can make you feel like this,” he groaned, pistoling his hips into you quicker and cursing the moment he saw his cock bulge in your stomach. “Fuck, you’re making me feel so good Y/N.”

You tugged him down to kiss you finally, messily shoving your tongue into his mouth as he increased his pace into your pussy. He sucked your tongue into his mouth, spit spilling from your lips and down your chin at the action but you didn’t care. Everything Heeseung did was hot to you.

“Hee,” you mumbled, feeling your second orgasm creep up on you. “Hee, please. Want to ride you.”

“Oh fuck,” his head fell to your shoulder at your words, staving off his own orgasm. “Yeah, fuck, go for it angel. Going to cum on my cock for me? Use me to get yourself off.”

He held you close as he turned the two of you over, him lying on his back as you straddled his lap once again that evening. This position had his cock pressing deeper into you, the bulge in your stomach getting bigger. His hands were on your hips, yours resting on his chest as you rolled your hips experimentally.

“Oh my god,” he groaned as you clenched down on him. “Baby I’m not going to last long like this, need you to cum first for me. Can you do that?”

You nodded, bending down to kiss him once again as you increased the pace of your hips. His cock was hitting all the spots inside of you, bringing your orgasm back to the edge as he helped guide your hips over him.

“Fuck Seung,” you whined, hands clawing into his chest. “Want to cum, please? Can I?”

“God,” he screwed his eyes shut at your pleading tone. “Such a good girl, always asking permission. Cum for me darling, want to feel you little pussy cum around my cock.”

That’s all you needed, your orgasm hitting you as you slumped against his chest a little. He held you gently, helping you ride him through your orgasm until you were finished. But you didn’t stop your hips from moving, you wanted him to cum too, you wouldn’t be happy until he had.

“Baby, you need to stop before I cum inside,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to the side of your head, his hands were doing a bad job of stopping you from moving though.

“Want it Hee, please,” you sped up your hips and leant up a little, steadying yourself on his chest. “Cum for me, I want it so bad.”

“Fucking hell,” he clenched his jaw tight, gripping your hips tight and bucking up into you, taking control once again. “Going to fill you up angel, going to breed your tight little cunt so everyone knows your mine. Fuck Y/N, ‘m coming baby.”

His fingers dug little bruises into your skin as he slammed you back down onto him, his cum flooding inside you as he held you close. His hips grinded into you slowly as he wrapped his arms around you and held you against him, pressing kisses to your hair and forehead as he came down from his high.

He was quiet for a moment, catching his breath as you kissed his neck softly, trying your best not to move too much on his lap as you were both sensitive. His hands rubbed up and down your back and into your hair, smoothing it down gently.

“You ok darling?” He asked quietly, moving some of your hair out of the way so he could see your face, makeup smeared around your eyes and lips swollen red.

“Mhm,” you mumbled, body tired. “You were so good Seungie, you made me feel so good. Was it ok for you?”

“Baby,” he cupped your cheeks so you would look up at him, squishing your cheeks a little until they pouted out. “Best I’ve ever had, I can promise you that.” You blushed, hiding your face back into his chest as he laughed softly, “let’s get in the shower, yeah? Then I’ll get us some food and drinks. How does that sound?”

You looked back up, a small smile on your lips, before you leant in to kiss him quickly, “sounds perfect Seungie.”

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You tried to sneak into your house the next morning, clad in your skirt from the previous night and one of Heeseung’s t shirts. You thought you’d managed to make it in safely, not hearing your brother until you opened your bedroom door.

“Your footsteps are so fucking loud,” Jay complained, rubbing his eyes as he leant against his doorframe. He looked across the hall at you, bursting into laughter when he recognised the familiar fabric of his best friends shirt.

“Don’t say anything,” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him. You weren’t looking to have that conversation when the two of you were sleep deprived and a little hung over.

Jay raised his hands up in surrender, “I wasn’t going to, Hee already texted me this morning to tell me that he’d finally made a move. I approve by the way, if you were worrying about it. I’d rather it was Heeseung than Jake.”

“How do you know about Jake?” You asked quietly, wondering what rumours had gone around already.

“Wait, you had something going on with Jake?” He exclaimed, “actually, don’t even tell me. I don’t want to know. I was just coming out here to tell you that I approve, just keep the pda lowkey, alright?”

“Understood Jay,” you said, shuffling back towards you bedroom. “Thanks for the blessing!”

You slammed your door shut behind you, breathing out a sigh of relief once your brother was no longer in your sight. You were glad Jay approved, but you didn’t want to have that awkward conversation with him when you were literally wearing his best friends shirt.

Throwing your bag on your bed, you picked up your phone to reply to some texts, seeing a recent one from Heeseung. He’d offered to walk you home that morning but you denied, needing the time to collect yourself and leaving him with a lingering kiss.

Seung: Hey angel, did you get home alright?

YN: I just did! Jay caught me though :( Can’t believe you told him already!

Seung: What can I say? I was excited.

Seung: Can’t wait to show you off.

Seung: Speaking of, you don’t have classes for a few more hours do you?

Y/N: No, not until 4pm. Why?

Seung: Come watch my basketball practice today, I’ve got a gift for you too :)

Y/N: Oh? What is it?

Seung: You’ll have to come along to find out, we start in an hour so just come along to the gym then. There’s a little seating area you can go to that looks over the indoor court!

Y/N: Hmm, ok, I’ll see you there.

Seung: Can’t wait darling :)

You couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling in your stomach as you started getting yourself ready, you took a long shower and changed into jeans and a long sleeved shirt. It was a little colder now but not enough for a jumper yet, you would be fine like that.

Your forewent makeup since you would just be heading to class afterwards, packing your laptop and any other work you needed before heading off. It was a little earlier than you had intended, so on the way to the gym you stopped by a café, picking up coffee’s for you and Heeseung. You opted to get an iced one for Heeseung, you didn’t think he’d want a hot coffee whilst he was playing basketball.

Sipping on your own drink, you made your way into the gym and to the seating area where you could watch the boys practice. It was sectioned off a little by a low chain that you could easily step over. You spotted Heeseung on the other side of the court, chatting along with someone and sipping from a water bottle. He looked so good in his sports clothes, a tight compression shirt and loose basketball shorts, that you hardly noticed who he was talking to. Upon seeing the other persons face, you caught their gaze and quickly looked away. How did you forget Fuma was also in the team? You didn’t want to imagine what him and Heeseung were talking about.

On the other hand, Heeseung was happily talking to his teammate about you, finally having cleared the air after the previous night.

“Honestly man, don’t even worry about it,” Fuma said with a smile. “I shouldn’t have made a move since I already knew you had a thing for her. That’s on me.”

“I mean, I don’t blame you,” Heeseung sighed dreamily, he was lovesick already. Fuma couldn’t help but laugh. “She’s really amazing.”

“Yeah, yeah, we get it man,” he laughed, eyes flickering over to you in the seating area. “Looks like you’ve got a visitor.”

Heeseung spun around, looking over to where you had already settled yourself down with your coffee, your backpack slung over the other chair. He dropped his bottle into his bag and picked it up, jogging over to you with a huge smile on his face.

“Hey baby,” he breathed out, holding his hands out when he got near enough to tug you out of your chair and into his arms across the chain fence separating the two of you. “Missed you.”

“It’s been less than two hours Hee,” you giggled, melting against his chest.

“Two hours too long,” he kissed the top of your head before pulling back, holding you at arm’s length. He kissed your lips gently, having to bend his head down a little to reach you.

“What were you talking to Fuma about?” You asked, letting your curiosity get the better of you, leaning back in his arms.

“We just cleared the air, there’s no bad blood there darling. He’s fine with it, probably a little mad that it’s not him that’s holding you right now though,” he replied, kissing your lips again until a smile appeared on them.

“Oh,” you mumbled, moving out of his embrace. “I got you an iced coffee, I don’t know if you want it now or after practice or if you even like iced coffee. But I got it anyway.”

He smiled wider yet, his heart growing with each word, “thank you angel, I love iced coffee. I’ll come over and sit with you at half time to drink it.” He dropped his bag on the floor, rooting around in it before pulling out his jersey, ‘LEE 99’ written across the back of it, “here, I want you to wear this whenever you come watch me at practice or at games.”

He helped slip it over your head, smiling softly when he saw how it engulfed your frame, the short sleeves coming down to your elbows and the hem brushing your thighs.

“I feel like a groupie,” you mumbled, a blush coating your cheeks. You tried to play it off but you were warm on the inside, it felt like confirmation from Heeseung that you were his. He was showing you off like he said he wanted to, he was showing everyone that you were there for him regardless of what they thought of you.

“Hm, it would be silly of me not to let everyone know who my girlfriend is though,” he said. “What better way to do it than by giving you my jersey to wear to all our games.”

“Girlfriend?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him, “when was that established?”

“Right now, what? Are you going to say no?”

“Well, no but,” you couldn’t come up with an excuse. You liked his sureness though, the way he knew you would agree without even needing to ask. He had you wrapped around his finger as much as he was wrapped around yours.

“Exactly baby, so you’ll wear the jersey and let everyone see how pretty my girl is, yeah?” He took you back into his arms, hands holding your hips softly.

“Lee Heeseung! Practice started five minutes ago, get your ass over here now before I revoke your captain position!” Heeseung’s coach shouted from the other side of the court, blowing his whistle as the rest of the team started going warmups.

“I’ve got to go darling, I’ll come back over at half time, ok?” He kissed you quickly, “you look really pretty today by the way!” He shouted as he ran off, a goofy smile on his lips.

You couldn’t help your smile that mirrored his, picking his bag up and dropping it on the chair with yours to keep safe. You settled into your chair, quickly checking your unanswered messages from Sunghoon who wanted to know all the gossip from last night. Somehow rumours of you leaving with Heeseung had spread like wildfire, you weren’t surprised.

“So you and Y/N?” Jake said as him and Heeseung passed the ball to each other over and over, “can’t believe you managed to get her to settle down when she was all over Fuma last night too.”

“You better watch your mouth Sim,” he passed the ball a little harder, hitting Jake’s chest. “You know I’ve liked her for a while. Don’t be mad because she didn’t want you. And Fuma knew I liked her too, he was just testing his luck and he fell flat as well.”

“So you two are, like, dating?” He asked, laughing softly at the absurdity. Heeseung hadn’t had a girlfriend for years, he couldn’t imagine either of you settling down.

“Yes actually, so I’d appreciate if you kept my girlfriends name out of your mouth,” he threw the ball one more time before walking back a little, he was done warming up with Jake.

“Hey man, no hard feelings here,” Jake held up his hands in surrender. “I’m not looking to get beaten up again.”

“Good, I won’t hesitate this time,” Heeseung sighed, glancing back over to you to see you looking at him now. A smile made its way onto his face almost immediately, winking at you before turning back to his team.

You watched Heeseung whilst he played, cheering each time he scored a basket and enjoying the match. There were a few others watching in the waiting area, you assumed they were partners of the other boys as they also cheered for different members when they scored. It reached half time and soon Heeseung was jogging over to you, that wide goofy smile never once leaving his lips.

He stepped over the chain to stand in front of you, “can you pass me the towel in my bag baby?”

You rooted around, taking it out and standing up in front of him. You used the towel to dab the sweat off his neck and forehead, the smile on his face only widening at the gesture. He didn’t even need to ask you before you were already taking care of him. His hands found your waist holding you against him as you slung the towel around his neck.

“You looked really good out there,” you said, brushing your fingers through his hair briefly. “Can’t wait to watch you at your games, I’ll be front row.”

“You know, you have to kiss me for every point I score,” Heeseung said, squeezing your waist a little with his signature smirk.

“Oh yeah? How many points did you score today then?” You kissed his cheek softly, his cologne still strong even after the intense workout he’d just had.

“Exactly seven,” he stated proudly, puckering his lips. “So that’s seven kisses, yeah? Come on baby, I deserve it.”

You rolled your eyes, kissing his lips once, “only seven, then you need to rest a bit before you continue playing.”

Heeseung kissed you again, taking his second kiss and hummed against your mouth, “hm, I’d rather do something else than rest right now. Seeing you in that jersey is doing something to me darling, you’ll wear that for me one night right?”

You laughed against him, a genuine laugh, “if you score another seven baskets then I’ll wear it for you tonight.”

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argh, seokmin is indeed, so hot

friends don’t fuck (l.s.m)

Your best friend of several years says that he can share a bed without being weird. Well, he’s a fucking liar. 

or the one where neither of you sees any harm in fucking just to see what it’s like. 

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WORDCOUNT― 3.7k

PAIRING― seokmin x afab reader

CONTENT― first time with big boy bestie, crackish, fluffish, mostly just smut 

NOTE― im just in love with him bro. i know that i’m typically more known for writing plot and/or really detailed smut scenes with a bigger word count but i’m having fun relaxing and writing these little fics in my free time (ㅅ´ ˘ `) , which means this is not proof read.

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to help raise money for charity you and your friends make your way over to the rich neighborhood to handwash cars in your best skimpy bathing suits and clothing.

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ choi soobin x fem!reader 𓄷 iηcℓudᥱs 𓈓 soyeon from gidle, chaewon from le sserafim, and karina from aespa

genre﹙📄﹚⸝⸝⸝ smut, rich playboy!soobin (like very rich), a lot of sexual innuendos, blonde!soobin

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ unprotected sex + pull-out method (be safe!!), kinda bratty!reader, mean dom!soobin, degradation kink, name calling (slut, whore, good girl), dacryphilia, blowjob, face fucking, cum swallowing, slight overstimulation (f. rec)

kipo’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ remember everyone, every body is a bikini body can i get an amen?!!?! :D think of this as the start of my hot girl summer writing era lmaoo（ゝ。∂）this was really pushing my wc of drabbles… lol sorry, what can i say! i hope you enjoy!! all feedback and reblogs are welcome! ♡

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you huffed loudly as you tried to pull down the smallest shorts you’ve ever worn. when they didn’t budge, you slumped into the chair at the stand you and your friends were currently setting up. at least you weren’t that hot with your bikini top and jean shorts that barely covered your ass in the summer sun. for charity, you thought, it’s all for charity.

“alright, i think everything is good,” soyeon said, as her eyes scanned the stand. you, soyeon, chaewon, and karina were on the sidewalk in some rich neighborhood to handwash cars for this charity program you’re all volunteering for.

karina got up from the grass where she was filling water balloons and placing them in a bucket, “water balloons are done! are we ready to get started?” there was a piece of paper on the bucket that read ‘$20 TO GET THESE GIRLS SOAKED!’ on it. before soyeon could reply, chaewon walked up to you three.

“i already got a couple offers—they’re paying big money to see us drenched and washing their cars,” chaewon said as she sat on the plastic chair next to you. soyeon scoffed a little and rolled her eyes as she looked around to the various large and elaborate houses. there were already some men waiting on their porches or flat out in their yards with a chair and a beer.

one man in particular had his eyes on you this whole time. he was one of the ones sitting in his yard—sunglasses low on his nose bridge as he sipped from whatever beer he had. his blonde hair and white button up shirt made him stand out in contrast to the green grass behind him. you gave him a small and sweet smile while trying to make it seem like you didn’t notice his persistent staring. a smirk grew on his face and you knew you had him right where you wanted him. men are so easy, you thought.

the whole idea to even do this car washing service came from soyeon, surprisingly. in her own words, “let’s take advantage of shitty rich men for charity money!” it wasn’t a bad idea—you even suggested that you continue the car washing service in other neighborhoods too.

soyeon grabbed the megaphone from the table and said into it, “all right, gentlemen! who’s ready to get wet?! starting prices are on the sign above me and remember, it costs extra if you want something special! let’s raise some money for charity!” the rest of you all started whooping and cheering as all the men came up to you four like moths to a flame.

you were in the process of taking a lot of twenty dollar bills and passing out water balloons whenever the man from the yard who had been eying you finally started to approach. you had to tear your eyes away from him when a water balloon hit your chest, soaking your bikini top in the process. turning to the culprit with a shocked screech, chaewon smiled at you.

chaewon was completely drenched and sudsy from the car her and soyeon just washed. she held an open water bottle in her hand and you knew exactly what she was about to do with it. “chaewon!” you laughed as you looked at the water dripping off of you. you peeled some of the green balloon off that stuck to you.

“the guy who’s been eyefucking you is coming over, be ready,” she said lowly as she poured the water over your shoulders. karina smirked at you as she took over handling the water balloons. chaewon walked back to the table and you turned to greet the man.

his eyes trailed up and down your—now soaked—body, especially the red bikini top that covered your boobs. he took a water balloon from karina, pressing the twenty dollars into her open hand, and made his way to you. “need any more help getting wet?” he asked you with a sly grin.

now that he was up close, he was really attractive. he also didn’t look that much older than you, which surprised you slightly. you gave him an innocent smile, he was probably some billionaire’s son. “for charity? of course i am, if you’re offering!” you exclaimed as you held out your arms and prepped yourself to be hit with the water balloon.

instead of throwing the balloon he latched his finger underneath the strap of your bikini top. “what if i want a special offer?” he leaned into you and said lowly near the shell of your ear. your faces were inches away from each other as he looked you in your eyes and awaited your answer. the strap of your bikini top snapped back down onto your shoulder as he let go of it.

you could feel heat spread across your body, especially towards the pit of your belly. now, you weren’t really one for a casual—or not so casual—hookup with a stranger, but you were willing to make an exception for a good cause. besides, he was just so alluring. if you weren’t already so wet, you’d bet your panties would be soaked right now.

you looked at him through hooded lids and said lowly, “you’re gonna have to make a generous donation to charity if you want to fuck me, stranger.” his smirk turned into a slick smile.

“name your price and i’ll double it,” he replied, “and it’s soobin.” you licked your lips in thought and his eyes followed the motion. how much could you squeeze from him before he retracted his offer? just how badly did he want to fuck you? you debated for a moment on the price.

“one million dollars!” you settled on, raising a brow at soobin as you lifted your chin. soobin broke out into a playful laugh and you watched his reaction. he began nodding, like it meant nothing to him.

“two million it is!” he replied and the two of you made your way over to the table where the credit card reader was. soyeon’s eyes nearly fell out as she looked at the amount soobin transferred, and yours almost did too when you leaned over to look at the screen. instead of transferring over two million dollars, he transferred over four million.

soobin turned to you and smiled, “for the pretty girl in front of me.” you thanked him with wide eyes. you turned to soyeon and she mirrored your expression as she mouthed, “four million?!”

you turned back to soobin, “i hope you don’t mind waiting for a few moments. i have to wash this car quickly.” soobin shook his head and crossed his arms. “take all the time you need,” he replied.

smiling, you told him you’d be right back. as you were walking away, you heard soyeon cheekily say, “you can set up a chair and watch her if you so desire.” you helped karina grab the soap and brushes and the two of you made your way over to one of the cars waiting to be washed. when the two of you finished, you were completely drenched from head to toe and lathered in soap.

soobin had taken up soyeon’s offer and watched you the entire time. he came up to you with a towel in his hand that he outstretched towards you. you thanked him and dried yourself off as best as you could and tried to get most of the soap off. soobin trailed the tips of his fingers along your jaw, “ready?”

his fingers lifted up your chin so that you looked at him. suddenly flustered as the reality of what you were about to do hit you, all you could manage to do was nod in reply. soobin smiled and took your hand as he led you back to his house. you looked over your shoulder at karina, who was now standing with chaewon as the two of them made kissy faces at you and laughed at how your cheeks heated further from it.

the inside of his house was just as nice as the outside, but you barely got to look around before lips were pressing kisses to your neck. soobin wasted no time with you as he backed you up towards the living room and pushed you down onto the couch. his eyes were dark and full of lust and it made him look like a completely different person than the one you knew just a few seconds ago.

“take your clothes off,” he demanded as he unbuttoned his shorts. he pulled them down, revealing his bulging erection, as you crossed your legs and leaned forward slightly. “why don’t you take them off for me?” you challenged.

the corner of soobin’s mouth lifted as he took a step towards you. his tall figure hovered over yours as he hooked his fingers under your bikini straps and pulled them down. goosebumps raised along your skin where he touched and a shiver ran up your spin when he started to untie your bikini top at your back. once it was untied, he tossed it to the side onto the couch.

you shivered slightly as a cool chill swept over your now exposed breasts, making your nipples perk up. soobin rubbed his thumbs over them as he grabbed your breasts. “so beautiful…” he muttered to himself. his fingers trailed down your stomach and stopped just above the hem of your jean shorts. he looked up at you briefly, darkly, and you hooked your thumbs onto the fabric and pulled it down along with your panties until you were now completely naked under him.

soobin’s eyes raised to connect with yours, “now, are you gonna suck my cock or do i have pay more money, you fucking whore?” you reached for the band of his boxers but he slapped your hands away.

soobin swiped his thumb across your lips, “open.” you did as you were told, mouth open wide with your tongue hanging out as you waited.

“good girl,” soobin smiled. he pulled down his boxers, hard cock slapping against his stomach. you faltered, closing your mouth as you saw just how big he was. soobin pumped himself a couple times before looking at you with a raised brow.

you shook your head a little, ready to speak about how you definitely weren’t fitting him in your mouth before soobin roughly grabbed your chin. “didn’t i say open?” he asked you before pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips. you whimpered into the brief kiss before he pulled away and brought your lips to the tip of his cock.

your mouth opened wider willingly for soobin as you began to swallow him inch by inch. tears pricked in your eyes and you looked up at him when you were about halfway down his cock. soobin’s head was thrown back as small whines left his lips. his hands were entangled in your wet hair, aiding you.

when you stopped, already feeling him at the back of your throat, he looked down at you and moved your head down further. “you’re a good girl, aren’t you?” soobin asked you and you nodded weakly, tears streaming down your cheeks. “so fucking take it,” he added.

soobin began thrusting into your throat, grunting in pleasure as you moved up and down him. soon, his mouth hung open as warm cum spilled down your throat with his release. soobin pulled you off him, thumb catching his cum that spilled out and pushing it back into your mouth. “swallow,” he demanded, “all of it.” your brows furrowed at the salty taste and you swallowed thickly, whimpering at the pain of your bruised throat.

“such a slut…” he trailed when you opened your mouth to show how you swallowed all of his cum. your hips rolled against the couch, needing any bit of friction you can get. “soobin, please…” you whined hoarsely. you needed to feel him inside you. you need to feel how much he stretched out your aching pussy.

“turn around. bend over the top of the couch,” soobin told you. you turned and got up onto the couch, spreading your legs and bending so your ass was in the air for him. his hand smoothed over the curves of your body as he spread you apart.

“already so wet and i haven’t even touched you… you want me to stick my cock inside you, huh, you slut? fill you up?” soobin asked you as he mockingly rubbed his tip against your wet entrance. you bit your bottom lip and nodded, hips pushing back onto him as you stared at him desperately.

“please,” you whined again, “want you to fill me up…” soobin roughly pushed into you and you let out a loud gasp from the suddenness. he pounded into you rigorously, big hands gripping onto your hips as he pulled you towards him to match his pace.

you cried out as your thighs began to tremble. “s-soobin… gonna cum!” you whimpered, biting down hard to try and silence your moans but to no avail.

“yeah? you like that?” soobin hissed between moans as he fucked into you harder, “you like me fucking you like this, whore? you wanna cum around my cock like a good girl?” you nodded desperately and buried your face into your arms as you cried out again from his tip hitting your cervix. the rope in you snapped and your warm cum leaked down soobin’s cock as he continued fucking you, leaving a creamy white ring around his base.

wet sounds filled his living room as you gripped onto the cushion of his couch, “t-too much!” tears wet your cheeks as you looked back at him with furrowed brows.

soobin laughed humorlessly, but it was staggered. he breathed heavily as he pulled you up from the couch, “take it like the slut that you are.” you felt him twitch and he quickly pulled out of you. whining at the sudden loss, soobin flipped you around and cursed lowly before he began pumping his cum covered cock rapidly over your boobs.

his cum shot out onto them, painting them a pretty white as soobin whimpered. he took your chin again and brought his lips to yours roughly as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer as the kiss deepened.

once both of your lungs were on fire, soobin pulled away a little and you could feel the smile on his lips. he pressed another quick kiss to your lips, “i bet your charity will be very pleased with my donation.”

soobin pulled away fully and you shied away from his stare with heated cheeks. the two of you got cleaned up and made your way back out to your charity event. it was dusk now and it seemed like the girls were just about to start wrapping everything up. “the prodigal daughter returns!” soyeon exclaimed, causing the others to laugh.

you hid your face in your hands as you helped them clean up. the four of you ended up raising almost seven million dollars for your charity that day, and your friends made sure to thank “mr. four million.”

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heart aches

🌙 starring. Jeong Jaehyun x afab!Reader

🔮 preview. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasn’t been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure. You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows. “Don’t leave me again,” you whisper. “Never again,” he promises.

tw/cw. foreplay, fingering, mutual masturbation, hand job hand fucking, spitting, finger sucking, inklings of oral fixation, praise, dirty talk, pining, reminiscing, breast worship, teasing, Jae being a simp, unprotected sex, handholding while fucking, Jae is pretty vanilla but pent up as hell, etc… I pet names: (hers) baby.

👹 rating.18+ explicit I wc. 5.3k

🍭 aus. ex's to lovers, non idol au, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. I don't normally do angst, but Idk, this felt right for some reason this month

Prologue:

“What’s wrong?” Jaehyun asks, watching you fiddle around the bedroom while he cuddles with your cat on the bed. 

Part of you wants to push back your feelings - you’d kind of been hoping to talk to him at the airport in the morning - but you should have known Jaehyun would realize something is up with you. It’s been a nice long weekend having him home with you.

It’s almost been like he never left.

Almost.

With a deep sigh, you go to sit on the foot of your mattress, staring down at your hands. “I can’t do this anymore,” you say quietly.

The room feels achingly silent, and then the comforter ruffles as Jaehyun sits up. “This?” he asks. 

“Us.” The word hurts to even say. “The distance… I mean, I knew continuing our relationship while you’re in a different city at a new university doing your graduate program would be rough… but… I just didn’t know I’d ever feel this lonely.”

Tears are welling in your eyes. You don’t want to break up with Jaehyun- he’s had your heart for four years. Starting over with someone new sounds impossible- but at the same time, being away from him hurts more than you could ever have imagined. It hurts when he calls you every night, being the perfect boyfriend, smiling and telling you about his day. It hurts because you thought you’d go through life together- you thought you’d be there to see it all yourself, not hear about it after the fact on the phone.

“Come here,” Jaehyun says softly, moving your cat off his lap so he can open his arms to you.

You allow Jaehyun to pull you into an embrace, his fingers stroking your hair. His heart is thundering in his ribcage, and you can hear it as you cuddle closer.

“I’m sorry that it came to this,” he breathes, “but I understand.”

You can’t help the tears now, and a choked sob escapes you. You grab at the front of his soft hoodie, wanting to crush the emblem of his new school. Part of you wishes he’d never been accepted into the elite business graduate program, but another part knows that Jaehyun deserves to be where he is now.

You love him, more than you’ve ever loved anyone, and that’s what makes this so painful.

Jaehyun needs to focus on his studies, to build a new life for himself across the country- and you need to do the same. You can’t be a ghost anymore, walking through life like a zombie and waiting to hear from him, constantly checking the time zone differences and calculating what he’s doing based on schedules.

“I can still…” you rub at your eyes, swallowing thickly, “I’ll take you to the airport in the morning-”

“It’s okay, baby,” Jaehyun shushes you gently, kissing the crown of your head. “I can get a cab.”

“Are you angry at me?” you ask, pulling away from his chest to look up at his face, worried about what you might find there.

“Of course not,” Jaehyun assures you, immediately stroking a thumb across your cheek to wipe away your tears. “No matter how much I didn’t want to admit it, I knew things had changed when I moved away. I could see that the distance was a problem. You have needs, and I’m proud of you for voicing them, even if it hurts.”

“My heart is breaking,” you whimper.

Jaehyun frowns. “Mine too.”

“You’re really not mad at me?”

“I could never be mad at you,” Jaehyun promises. “I think it will be easier to talk about this with time, if that’s something you’d be interested in. But for now, how do you feel about just laying down, holding each other, and doing our best to enjoy tonight- if it’s going to be our last.”

It might be easier if he was mad at you, if he yelled and swore and tried to make you change your mind- but Jaehyun’s never been an abusive type. Instead, he holds you close, and as you softly cry on his chest, you begin to drift off to sleep.

One

Even in a crowded bar, one distant laugh makes your blood run cold. You grip your drink, heart thundering in your rib cage as you scan your surrounding area.

It’s been two years since you broke up with Jaehyun. Even so, you’d recognize his voice anywhere.

“You good?” your best friend asks, reading your change in expression.

“Yeah, I just thought I heard-” as you’re about to say his name, you spot Jaehyun. He’s leaning against the bar top, chatting with a man whose back is to you.

God, he still looks so good. 

Your chest aches, throat going dry. As you watch him, his eyes move to take in the bar. You’re quick to shift your gaze, lifting your drink to your lips to down the rest of it. 

“I need to get out of here,” you mutter.

“What? Why?” Your friend reaches for your arm, pulling you closer to check in on you.

“My ex is here.”

“Which one?”

“Which one do you think?” You let out a laugh, but there’s no humor in it.

“Fuck.” 

“Yeah. Listen, have fun, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You hand her your empty glass, giving her one last look before you turn to head to the entrance of the bar. 

You can feel eyes on you as you push through the crowd, but you chalk it up to being paranoid. You slip through the front doors, intent on hailing a taxi. As you make it to the cement sidewalk, you hear your name behind you, and that familiar voice has your blood running cold for a second time tonight.

“Y/N?”

Your whole body freezes, and for a moment, you truly consider running. But you’ve already run from Jaehyun once before, and you don’t have it in yourself to do it again.

With a deep breath, you turn to face your ex, your first love, the man you’ve never recovered from.

“I thought that was you,” Jaehyun mutters quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he stares at you.

You don’t even know what to say, so you keep your mouth shut, taking in his pretty face and the broad set of his shoulders. 

“Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t have followed you,” he admits finally. “It doesn’t look like you want to talk.”

Jaehyun turns to head back inside, and your body reacts on its own accord; you grab at his arm, and it makes him stop. He looks down at your hand, wrapped around his forearm, then up at you.

“We…” you swallow thickly, “we can talk. I just… I don’t know what to say.”

“That makes two of us.” 

You drop your hand from his arm when you realize he’s not going anywhere.

“I uh…” Jaehyun clears his throat. “I got back to town a month ago. Meant to message you- but I didn’t know what to say then either.”

“You completed your program?”

“Yup. With flying colors.”

“I guess I always expected you to be a big shot and move to some other city- what are you doing back here?”

“Unfinished business… maybe.” Jaehyun dips his head, looking down at the ground. You watch him absentmindedly kick at an old cigarette butt.

He can’t be talking about you… can he?

“Anyways,” Jaehyun meets your eyes again, “how’ve you been?”

“I’ve been…” you search for the right word, “okay.” 

“Yeah? Happy?”

“Sort of. You?”

Jaehyun shrugs, offering you a lopsided smile that makes your heart ache. “Sort of. It was two years of studying. Didn’t have much time for extracurriculars, as you know.”

So your breakup is still a sore spot for him, you can sense it in his words. He’s not outwardly saying it, but… it’s there all the same. There’s something of an apology in his statement, because you do know how hard it was for him to find time for things outside of school- it had been the main reason you’d had to call things off with him.

“How about you?” he presses. “Any uh… any protective boyfriend who’s about to show up and beat my ass?”

You can’t believe he’s asking you outright about this, and the question actually makes you let out a small laugh. You shake your head. “No. No boyfriend.”

“Good. I mean… I hoped you were happy, but uh, you know, it’s nice to hear that, well, you know what I mean.” Jaehyun looks down again, and you can see his ears turning red.

It’s as clear as day that Jaehyun still cares about you. The way he’s acting tells you everything you need to know… well, almost everything.

“So…” you wrap your arms around yourself, “are you planning on leaving again? Do you know how long you’ll be in town?”

“Nothing is set in stone,” Jaehyun admits, cocking his head to the side as he looks at you. “Listen, I’m just going to say it.” He takes a deep breath, meanwhile, you can’t even breathe. “I never got over you. I mean, how could I? You’re everything, and- I understand why we broke up, I really do. But my program is over now, and if you give me another chance, I promise not to go anywhere ever again, at least, not without you right there by my side.”

“Jaehyun-”

“If you need some time to think about it, I totally get that-”

Jaehyun goes to take a step back, and you find yourself grabbing at him once more. Your body simply can’t let him go- not now, not ever again.

Your ex looks down at your hand on his forearm, and as you open your mouth to give him your response, no words come to mind. Your gaze dips to his lips, and before you know what you’re even doing, you’re moving in to kiss him.

Jaehyun is frozen in place at the initial meeting of your lips, but after a moment, you feel his body relax. His hands gently slip to your waist, tugging you closer as he slants his mouth against your own. You feel him release a small groan, and a whimper bubbles in your chest.

How many times have you dreamt of this moment? How many times have you thought about kissing Jaehyun? 

Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, and you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling of him-

Someone lets out a whistle, and you roughly pull back from Jaehyun, your eyes finding the two bouncers outside the bar, who are staring at you with wolfish grins.

“Is there somewhere we can go to talk?” Jaehyun asks, resting his forehead against your own.

“Come home with me.”

Two

It feels like deja vu to be walking into your apartment with Jaehyun. You’ve had the same unit for years- and you know it must feel even weirder for your ex to be here again after practically living here with you for half of your time in university together. 

As you toss your keys onto the entryway table, you hear a familiar meow. Your cat slinks in from the kitchen, but instead of heading to you, she immediately moves toward Jaehyun’s feet, letting out an obnoxiously loud purr as she begins to rub against him.

“Looks like Mittens hasn’t forgotten me either,” Jaehyun smiles, immediately bending down to pick up the fluffy grey and white kitty. She leans into his touch, purring like an engine as he scratches he cheeks. Her paws begin to make softies on his arm, and it makes your heart ache.

You’ve dated a few guys casually in Jaehyun’s absence, and Mittens has never liked any of them. She always was a daddy’s girl- after all, you’d started dating Jaehyun only a few months after you’d picked her up from the shelter. 

You still have pictures of the two of them on your phone, hidden in a secret file- you’d never had the heart to delete them, and as you watch their reunion, you’re glad you never did.

“She missed you,” you admit. “We both did.”

You watch Jaehyun’s Adam’s apple bob with effort, your words clearly invoking emotion. You’re quick to look away.

“Can I get you anything?” you ask, kicking off your shoes. “I had a few drinks at the bar, was planning on making a grilled cheese-”

“You still do that?” Jaehyun asks.

“Yeah.” Your throat feels dry admitting another ghost of your past you still haven’t been able to shake. “I still do that.”

Grilled cheese after a night out had always been your thing, and when you’d started dating Jaehyun, it had become his thing too. You can’t even count how many nights the two of you came home from university parties only to make a grilled cheese and collapse on your bed, giggling and kissing like kids in love.

“A grilled cheese sounds perfect,” Jaehyun says. “Thank you.”

He follows you into the kitchen. As you begin to make the late-night snack, you realize Jaehyun has no intention of putting Mittens down. She basks in his attention, letting out upset chirps any time he tries to stop petting her to help you in small ways.

Jaehyun asks you about your job, and from that, the two of you begin to talk about your lives over the past two years. It feels too natural to slip into this type of conversation. His presence is so calming and familiar- by the time you’re done making the grilled cheese for you to share, it’s almost as if the past two years never happened. 

It’s almost as if you never left him.

Almost as if he never left you first.

“Do you want to eat in here?” Jaehyun asks, heading to the small kitchen table.

“We can go to my bedroom,” you say softly. “Unless you wanted to be here.”

“Your bedroom is good.” 

He follows you through your apartment, but when you get to your room, he stops in the doorway.

“I can’t get over how little this place has changed,” he muses, looking at the layout of the space.

“Yeah,” you sit down on your bed, lifting your legs onto the mattress and setting the plate by your knee. “I guess I’m used to it like this.”

Jaehyun knows all too well how comfortable you get, how hard it is for you to make changes. You think it must be one of the reasons he never fought the breakup. If you’d gotten to the point of needing an emotional separation to deal with the physical distance, pushing you to change your mind would have only made things worse.

“Can we come sit with you?” Jaehyun asks.

“Of course.” You gesture to the mattress. “Make yourself at home, Jae.”

With a small chuckle, he comes to join you. He’s careful when he sets Mittens down, and she immediately stretches, letting out a massive yawn before coming to investigate the grilled cheese.

Jaehyun reaches for his half of the sandwich. “I missed these.”

“It’s just a grilled cheese,” you laugh.

“Yeah, but there’s something special about the way you make it. I can’t explain it.”

You can only offer him a smile as you both lift the gooey, cheesy, greasy, crispy bread to your lips. The crunch is satisfying, and Jaehyun shifts the food to his right hand so he can pet Mittens with his left. 

The two of you eat in silence, but there’s nothing uncomfortable about it. As your meal comes to a quick end, your phone begins to ring, and you stand up to answer it. “Give me a sec,” you tell him, exiting the room while Mittens rushes to follow you.

“Hey girl,” your best friend says. “You okay?”

“I’m good.”

“Seeing your ex must have been pretty hard.”

“Actually, uh…” you look toward your open bedroom door, swallowing thickly then lowering your voice, “he’s at my apartment with me.”

“What!?”

“Yeah, we’re talking things out.”

“Just talking?” You can hear the cheeky grin in her voice.

“Don’t be like that,” you laugh.

“Girl, you and that man were a dream couple. He’s the one that got away, and now he’s in your apartment- he’s probably sitting on your bed, eating grilled cheese-”

“God, stop,” you groan. “Am I that predictable?”

“Nah, it was hashtag just couple things. Okay, look, obviously you’re doing good- I was worried you were somewhere crying and drowning yourself in booze. I’ll leave you be. Say hi to him for me.”

“Will do.” You hang up, looking down at Mittens. She’s circling your feet, and with a sigh, you go to refill her food bowl. You’d given her lunch hours ago, and you feel bad that she just watched you down a grilled cheese with nothing for her own little mittens to get a hold of.

Also… your best friend knows you too well. 

Your body is reacting to Jaehyun as if there was never a separation- or maybe, your body is reacting because there was a separation. Your pulse is picking up with each step back to your bedroom, and when you close the door behind you, Jaehyun cocks a brow, finishing his grilled cheese with one last large bite.

“You good?” he asks.

“I’m great,” you tell him, approaching the bed.

“Yeah?” Jaehyun’s gaze moves to the closed door, and he offers you a dimpled grin, mischief flaring on the edges of his expression. “You locked out Mittens.”

Nothing gets past this man. You’ve never loved getting intimate while Mittens is trying to hog Jaehyun’s attention, and you shouldn’t be surprised that he got you figured out the moment you closed the door to your bedroom.

“Don’t even with me, Jae.” You sigh, collapsing onto the mattress next to him while he moves the grilled cheese plate to the side table.

“Look, I don’t want you to feel any pressure just cuz I’m here and we’re sitting on your bed-”

“Does it look like I feel pressure?” you ask, hyper-aware of the way your dress is riding up your thighs.

Jaehyun gives you a slow once-over. “I guess not.”

“You really mean what you said about not going away a second time?” You look down. “Because I don’t think I could take it if we gave this another try and three months down the line you moved cities again.” 

Your ex nods. “I promise. If you give me one more chance, I won’t let you down.”

You stare at Jaehyun for a moment, studying the sincerity on his face. “Okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You open your arms, resting back against the pillows and spreading your legs. “Now come here.”

Jaehyun practically leaps on top of you. He slots between your thighs like he was made to be there, his mouth pressing to your own while you wrap him in a tight embrace. He kisses you like he’s been starved of your lips. 

He retains some of the gentleness that he’d exhibited outside of the club, but there’s a desperation too, you can almost taste it on him… along with the grilled cheese.

The thought makes you smile, and Jaehyun breaks the kiss to look down at you, also grinning. “What?”

“Nothing, just- I’m happy.”

“Me too,” he admits, looking down at your beaming face before he grabs your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, angling your head to the side so he can access your neck. Your ex finds your sweet spot as easily as ever, as if it hasn’t been two years since his tongue stroked this specific patch of skin and made your whole body tingle with pleasure. 

You let out a shaky sigh, threading your fingers through his hair and relaxing against the pillows.

“Don’t leave me again,” you whisper.

“Never again,” he promises, voice husky in your ear.

His hand slides down the curve of your body, grasping at your thighs and slowly pushing your dress up. Your hips move, rutting in an attempt to spur him on. When his fingers finally find your core through your panties, you swear you see stars. He begins to rub your clit, circling it as he applies more and more pressure. 

His mouth continues on your neck, and you begin to whimper from the stimulus.

You’d nearly forgotten how good it feels to be touched by someone who knows you inside and out- by someone who cares about your pleasure more than he’s ever cared about his own.

“Jae,” you whimper, breathing heavily as he rubs your core. 

“Yes, baby?” His lips are gentle along your throat, and the feather-light touch almost teases you more than a rougher one would.

“Can we skip the foreplay? I need you.”

Jaehyun’s fingers stop on your clit, and he pushes himself up on an elbow, looking down at you with a quizzical set to his brow. “Skip the foreplay?” he repeats, letting out a scoff. “Baby, I’ve been thinking about what I’d do to you if you ever gave me a second chance for over two years. We’re not skipping the foreplay.”

“But-”

“Please don’t argue with me. Just let me have this. Just let me enjoy the body I’ve missed so much. I’ve missed your sounds, the way you react to my touch-” his fingers pick up their pace on your clit again, and you let out a whine, pushing toward him again. “See? You’re perfect. No matter how many memories of this I have, nothing compares to the real thing.”

When you’d been dating Jaehyun initially, he was - for lack of a better word - pretty vanilla. This dirty talk is new, and it makes your stomach erupt into butterflies. Your mind goes practically blank, lulled into a lusty trance by the musings of a man who’s clearly bewitched by you, body and soul.

When your gaze dips down to his hand between your thighs, you notice the way his cock is straining in his pants. “Can I…” you swallow thickly, “Can I touch you too?”

“Yeah.” His mouth returns to your throat, and he pushes your panties to the side, dragging his fingers through your soaked folds. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet for me.”

You mewl at his words, quickly fumbling with the button of his pants so you can push them down just far enough to take his cock out of his briefs. Jaehyun releases a low groan and it makes your pussy flutter as you begin to stroke him.

Your ex reacts by slipping his fingers into your core, two long digits going knuckle deep. He tests your walls, grazing your g-spot when he begins to lazily pump his hand, his palm firmly pressing to your clit.

A whimper of pleasure escapes you, and you can feel Jaehyun grin against your neck. “The prettiest sounds,” he muses. “How did you ever get this pretty?”

It’s a rhetorical question, and it makes you feel cock drunk and dumb, your chest pushing up against his own, looking for stimulus- your nipples are hard in your bralette, but you wish you were naked already, wish you could feel him better-

“Jae?”

“Yes, baby?”

“Can you take my dress off?”

Jaehyun pulls his hand away from your core, bringing his two wet fingers to your lips. He pushes them into your mouth, propping himself up so he can look down at you while you suck his digits clean. “I thought you’d never ask.”

You groan around his fingers, the act of sucking is turning you on more than you’d care to admit, but it ends too quickly as Jaehyun pulls his hand away.

He sits up, taking off his own shirt first. Then he reaches down to grab at the hem of your dress, slowly dragging it up your form. Jaehyun’s eyes take in each strip of newly exposed skin, and you can see the way his pupils have blown with interest.

You lift your shoulders off the bed, making it easier for him to tear the fabric off of you and toss it to the side. This leaves you in your bralette and panties, both of which you’re eager to have join your dress on the floor.

Jaehyun’s hand reaches out to cup your breast, his thumb smoothing over the pebbled nipple that’s pushing through the silky fabric. He squeezes you gently, forcing you to release a moan of pleasure. 

A moment later, he’s removing your panties, then your bra, fingers pinching at your newly exposed nipple.

Your hand, meanwhile, returns to his cock- only for Jaehyun to grab at your wrist, pulling you away.

You’re about to ask what’s wrong, but then Jaehyun turns your hand palm up, and he spits into the center of it, bringing it back to his cock. 

There’s no way that action should have been as sexy as it was- your core throbbing as you begin to stroke his rock-hard length. 

With one last lustful look at your body, Jaehyun settles over top of you again, his mouth seeking out your breasts while you pump his cock. The feeling of his tongue flicking against you has you crying out, pushing your chest toward his mouth. His teeth graze over your sensitive nipple and you respond by applying more pressure to his cock.

Jaehyun groans loudly, rutting his hips into your hand, which stills so you can allow him to fuck your palm. He continues to worship your breasts while his hips do most of the work, and you surrender yourself to the pleasurable scenario you’ve found yourself in.

“You know…” Jaehyun presses another kiss to your nipple, “I was going to ask you to sit on my face, but… it’s hard being this close to your pretty pussy and not just… slipping it in.”

“Yeah?” You guide his cock closer to your core, so that when he ruts his hips, the tip of his cock glides through your soaked folds. “Then just do it.”

“Here I was, saying not to skip the foreplay- but here I am, giving in to you like always.” 

Jaehyun releases a laugh, and it makes you giggle along with him, because it’s true. Jaehyun may have this sexy, devil-may-care attitude, but he’s always been a total simp for you. 

He was completely wrapped around your finger when you first met, and he’s completely wrapped around your finger now. It’s interesting how so much can change, and so little can change at the same time. 

“You just feel so good,” Jaehyun groans, thrusting again, the tip of his pretty pink flushed cock just slipping inside of you- 

“Fuck, Jae, please-” you push your chest up toward his face again, pumping his length, trying to guide him deeper-

He brings his mouth to your own, capturing you in a breathtaking kiss as he sheaths himself into your wet core.

You let out a low whine, wrapping your legs around his hips and releasing his cock in favor of grabbing his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck-” Jaehyun moans, staying still inside of you while your walls pulse around his shaft. “Missed this perfect pussy, baby.”

“Missed your perfect cock,” you retort, tangling your fingers in his soft hair and drawing him in for another kiss.

His tongue clashes against your own, his hands finding your hips so he can steady himself as he begins to rut into you. 

You love getting lost in him. You can feel your mind slipping away, your body giving into its primal instincts as Jaehyun makes love to you the way he has so many times before.

One of his hands finds your own, taking it from his shoulder and lacing your fingers above you, pressing you into the pillow. He breaks the kiss to look down at you, breathing heavily.

“There’s so much I’ve wanted to say,” Jaehyun admits.

“Then say it,” you urge him, cupping his cheek with your free hand.

He nuzzles against your palm, closing his eyes for a moment while he enjoys your touch. “I’ve missed everything about you. You’ve been on my mind every day for two years.”

Your heart aches.

“It’s more than just the sex, and you know it. I’ve missed holding you,” he squeezes your hand, “missed sleeping next to you. Missed late-night talks and grilled cheese. Missed your laugh and the way your eyes light up when you’re happy. Missed the way you cry at sad parts in movies-”

As he talks, the pace of his thrusts gets faster, and you find it harder and harder not to moan like a whore and interrupt his cute little speech about missing you. 

In fact, it’s hard to even keep your eyes open, but your gaze is caught in his own. Jaehyun’s staring into your soul, baring himself to you like a man who’s brought all his walls down. 

“I love you,” Jaehyun says gruffly, “I’ve never stopped loving you. Not for one single day. It’s you, and it’s always been you.”

Your stomach muscles clench at his admission, orgasm bubbling to the surface fast from the combination of his movements and his words.

“You don’t have to say anything,” he assures you, licking his lips. “Just rub your clit and let me feel your perfect pussy clench around me as you cum, that will be answer enough.”

With a loud whine, you throw your head back against the pillow, threading your free hand between your bodies. The first touch of your fingers on your clit has you throbbing already, and you release a gasp.

“That’s it, baby,” Jaehyun coos, lips finding your throat. “Just like that.”

“Jae-”

“I know, I know you’re close- must be pent up like me, right? We’re both going to cum way too fast, but that’s okay, we have all the time in the world to enjoy each other- the way I’m going to eat your perfect pussy for breakfast tomorrow morning-”

Your core pulses at the thought, and you rub your clit harder.

“Gonna let go for me, right, baby? I’m so close, want you to cum with me.”

“I’m there-” you tell him, shivering as he licks the sweet spot on your throat. ‘Fuck, Jae-”

“You want me to cum inside right? You’re still on the-”

“Cum inside,” you interrupt him. “God, fuck, please- need you to fill me up-”

Jaehyun groans, squeezing your hand again. His lips move from your neck to your mouth, and your tongues clash in a breathless, moan-filled frenzy, your orgasms just out of reach-

One more whimpered “please” out of you has Jaehyun moaning, his high crashing into him. You can feel him filling you up with his cum, and it triggers your own orgasm. A gasp escapes you, your sensitive nipples pressing against his chiseled chest-

You can feel him everywhere. He’s all-consuming. You completely let go, sounds uninhibited, pussy throbbing harder than it has in the past two years. 

Jaehyun fucks you through it, until you’re both sweaty, gasping messes. Then he collapses on top of you, giving your captured hand one last squeeze before adjusting. He rolls off of you just enough to tuck you close to his chest, hand finding your hair and beginning to pet you.

You can hear the racing of his heart as he catches his breath.

As you come down from your high, you feel a welling of emotion bubbling inside of you. You’re shocked when a tear rolls down your cheek, and you’re quick to brush it away. Jaehyun notices the movement and tilts his head to assess you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” you sniffle. “I’m just…. I’m happy, and I missed you a lot.”

“Baby,” Jaehyun’s fingers draw pretty nothings on your back, “I promise I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

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Since you got back with Jaehyun over a year ago, the two of you haven’t been separated for longer than twelve hours, but tomorrow is the day of your wedding, and there are certain traditions about the bride and groom staying apart- so here you are, cuddled on a couch in your hotel room, missing your fiance.

When your phone rings and Jaehyun’s pretty face shows up as the contact on your screen, you fumble over yourself to pause your movie and answer it. “Jae?”

“Hey, baby. What room are you in again?”

You think about it for a moment. You’d never actually told him where you’re staying in the hotel… “Why do you want to know?”

“Maybe I wanna send my fiance flowers before our wedding tomorrow.” 

God, why’s he so charming?

You give him your room number without a second thought, hanging up with an ‘I love you.’ 

Five minutes later, there’s a knock at the door, and you open it to find Jaehyun standing there with a massive dimpled grin on his face, and a vase of flowers in his hands. “Hi, baby.”

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pairing: kim doyoung x reader 

genre: angst, fluff  (outlaw!au, robinhood!au, medieval!au)

warnings: mentions of past abuse, mentions of blood/gore/violence, major character death

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Doyoung makes you promise him something you’re not so sure you can keep.

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notes: phew ok so i finally got this baby up after it had been slowly collecting dust in google docs. if im being completely honest im not that confident in this piece (when am i ever lol) but regardles i hope you enjoy! also feedback is always greatly appreciated! :) 

- lilac

The sound of thundering hooves pierces through the night. You move with their rhythm. Faster. Faster. Faster. You need to get away. Need to escape. 

You can barely make out the path in front of you, the only source of light you have is the periodic flashes of lightning from the storm that rages above you. The wind howls past you as you get faster, the sound of it mingling with the rushing of blood in your ears. Always faster. The rain that soaks through your cloak is unforgiving, and combined with the ice cold wind it chills to the bone. You press yourself closer to your horse, seeking both to accelerate and to receive at least some form of warmth. 

Hooves continue to pound against the ground beneath you, but you know the sound isn’t coming from solely your own horse. You can’t make out the figures behind you but their shouts cut through the noise of the storm. 

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