Breathe With Sub ! Jeongin

— breathe with sub ! jeongin 💭

🏷️ dom!reader, sub!jeongin, petname “baby,” safe choking (nobody’s hurt), a little bit of angst, practice safe sex everyone❕

he feels guilty for discovering this. he feels scared and disgusted while looking down at you. his hands trembled on the sides of your neck.

he can’t believe he liked choking.

you looked so hot to him with your back against the bed, but still demanding. even if he was usually on top, choking removed that control for a moment. he wanted to see you fucked out for once. 

the idea that you could be breathless and still be the central force fucked with his mind.

“y/n,” he whispered, voice shaky as sweat dropped from his forehead. “no, god, i-i can’t.”

“jeongin, baby, what did i tell you?” your hands snaked up until his hair. you played with the strands by his scalp, something that always calmed him down ever so slightly. he relaxed in your hold.

you kissed his nose. “we can try. i’ll tell you if something’s up or if it’s too much.”

“no, i can’t hurt you, a-and it’s…”

“dangerous?” you finished his sentence, making him pout.

“here, i’ll teach you how to do it safely.”

jeongin’s eyes sparkle at that.

your hands trailed down his arms and you grabbed his wrists. you guided them onto the skin of your neck. his palms warmed up against your throat.

“you put your fingers here,” you said, placing them against the sides of your throat, around the points of your arteries. “when you squeeze, it should be more like pressing.”

“try it yourself.”

jeongin hesitated, but relaxed when your hands kept his wrists in place. the tension surged back in: he applied the slightest pressure on your neck. your eyes flutter shut, but you don’t struggle. he stops the moment your eyebrows furrow.

“d-does it hurt?” 

you inhaled and shake your head. “you want this.”

“but i feel bad,” he retorted.

“but i feel good,” you reply. “you can’t hurt me.”

you prompted him to try again. the pressure builds slower and his gentle hands meld onto your neck as if he was made to hold it.

your voice rumbled. he caught a moan in your throat. you’re safe, you still have the reigns and the control. jeongin stopped before you could lose it.

the moment your troubled expression softened with a gasp of air, his entire body shook. jeongin rutted his lower half against yours instinctively, making you smile.

you run a hand through his hair again. “we can research more about this later. good job.”

the breathless giggle, although tired and hoarse, was reassuring, beautiful, menacing.

it’s exactly what he wanted.

“can…you do it to me next?”

Insomnia

pairing: Bang Chan x female reader

genre: fluff, late night talk between Chan and the reader, cuddles

word count: 1K

warning: none (other than talking about about insomnia)

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My notes: Do I imagine this a lot? Yes. Yes, I do. Cuddling Chan and falling asleep with him like this must be the best feeling in the whole world. I hope he gets plenty of rest from now on. We know he do deserve it. Happy birthday, Channie!

PS: Thank you @agibbangs for making such a cute gif ~

“Ah, can’t sleep either?” Chan’s soft voice sounded behind Y/N and she jumped on the sofa, almost dropping her phone. “Sorry.” He chuckled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s okay.” The girl answered, a shy smile adorning her face. “I just didn’t expect anyone to come here this late.” She explained, admiring how soft he looked in the night hours, with his curly hair, bare face, sleeveless black shirt and a black pair of shorts. 

“Yeah, me too.” Chan chuckled again, rubbing the back of his neck. “Can I sit?” He pointed to the spot next to her on the sofa.

“Chan.” Y/N rolled her eyes. “This is your dorm, remember?” 

“I know, but I thought you might want to be alone.” He shrugged. And didn’t sit, obviously waiting for her answer. 

“Yes, Christopher.” She said with a teasing tone and he blushed, just a little bit. “You can sit.”

“Thank you.” Chan sat right next to her and she tried not to focus too much on his strong legs and even stronger arms.

“You’re welcome.” The girl gave him a small curtsy and felt really proud of herself when he laughed, bright and beautiful.

They sat next to each other, basking in their warmth for a couple minutes of comfortable silence. 

“I have insomnia too.” Y/N’s voice sounded fragile as she shared the information with Chan.

“Oh?” He looked at her, at how she was staring at her own hands, not looking at him. “I’m sorry. I know how much he sucks.” And she knew. She knew he did know. 

“Yeah. I know.” Her low chuckle made his heart swell. “I wish you didn’t.” And then she turned her head, meeting her gaze with his. “If there’s anyone in this world who deserves to rest, it’s you.” The small smile on Y/N’s lips, along with her honest words, made Chan feel like his heart suddenly got ten times bigger than his chest.

“Thank you.” The boy managed to say after swallowing the lump in his throat. 

“Oh?” Y/N’s smile turned into a teasing smirk. “I thought I would have to say more to get you to agree with me.” Chan tried — and failed — to fight the blush that was taking over his cheeks.

“I-I mean. I’m too tired to disagree with you, I guess.”

“Bummer. I had a whole speech ready in my mind.” They both laughed together at that.

Y/N leaned her head back, resting it on the back of the sofa, eyes closed. She felt Chan doing the same, their arms now touching.

“You know what would probably help me sleep?” She blurted without really thinking.

“Hm?” 

“Cuddles.” 

“Is this your way to ask me for cuddles?” It was Chan’s turn to tease her. “You could’ve just asked me directly, Y/N.”

“N-No!” She opened her eyes in shock and looked at him, only to see the biggest teasing smile she ever saw on his pretty pink lips. “Tease.” The girl muttered, a pout on her own lips that made him laugh softly.

“Sorry, sorry. I couldn’t resist.” His eyes were shining so much in the dark living room that Y/N felt like she was staring at real stars.

“It’s okay.” She playfully rolled her eyes. “I totally deserved that one.” 

“So, cuddles?” Chan asked after a couple seconds of them staring at each other. 

“Are you offering? ‘Cause this sounded a lot like an offer.” Y/N teased, expecting a laugh. Instead, the girl got another sight of a blushing Chan.

“W-Well, if you want to. I think it would help me sleep as well.” 

The small and surprised oh Y/N let out made him get even more nervous, but before he could say anything else, the girl answered:

“Sure.” And then proceeded to get up.

“What?” Chan seemed stunned. “Really?”

“Why not?” She asked. “You want to. I want to. Seems like a great idea to me.”

“Oh. Y-Yeah, okay.” And he got up too.

Y/N let him go first and they both walked silently to his room — and, if anyone asked whether she used that opportunity to stare at his ass or not, she would deny it.

The purple lights in his bedroom were so pretty that she could feel herself relaxing just by watching them twinkle. 

“Y/N?” The boy called her and she had the feeling that it wasn’t the first time.

“Hm? Sorry, was distracted by the lights. Did you say something?” Chan gave a small chuckle and rubbed his bare arm, a light shade of pink still painting his cheeks.

“I asked if you wanna be the small spoon or the big spoon.” His shy voice almost made her coo.

“Do you have a preference?”

“I, uh, I wanna be the small spoon, if you don’t mind.”

“Sounds great to me, Channie.” Y/N answered with a sincere smile. 

And so they moved to his bed. Y/N was wearing a big hoodie and a pair of leggings, since she used to feel more cold in the night than the boy. She laid down on her side first and lifted one of her arms as an invitation. Still feeling pretty shy, Chan laid down next to her, his back pressed on her chest, and sighed in content to feel her arms around his waist. He felt safe next to her, and she felt exactly the same. After he got comfortable, Y/N pulled the soft comforter to cover them.

“Comfy?” She asked, wanting to be sure the boy was comfortable.

“Mhm.” 

“Good.” And it was. Really, really good.

Faster than both of them were expecting, they started to feel drowsy. Y/N was about to fall asleep when she heard Chan’s voice softly calling her name.

“Hm? Yes?”

“Thank you.” 

“For what? You were the one who offered the cuddles.”

“Just… thank you.” 

“Well,” She snuggled closer to him, feeling him relaxing against her body. “You’re welcome, Chan.”

They both fell asleep right after. It was the best sleep they had in a long time.

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Reward

Pairing: Perv! Coach! Hyunjin x afab! Tennis player! Reader

Genre: Smut

Content Warnings: Tennis player au; perv patters; dirty thoughts; mentions of groping; fellatio; fingering; cunnilingus; unprotected sex; creampie

Word Count: 1.2k words 

Mellow speaks: Been sitting in my inbox for a while and I'm finally posting it!! Perv fics are really enjoyable to write lmao so i hope you guys like this!

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There you go again, bouncing around the court in your tiny skirt, the fabric swishing around your legs as you wave your racquet in the air. You would be sure being a tennis player doesn't have anything to do with being sexy, but in hindsight, if you think about the way your skin shines as the sunlight bounces off it, or the way your shorts peek out from under the hem, it's not too hard to imagine why someone would lose their minds at the sight. 

Especially if that someone is your coach, Hyunjin, the person who's seen you wear all sorts of unintentionally sexy outfits during the two years he's been training you. From the yellow shorts you save for your matches, to the sports bra you put on while going jogging in the morning, he's had the pleasure of seeing them all, and yet, he has to say his favorite is the very white skirt you're wearing right now, coupled with that baby blue crop top. 

It's not his fault if he lets his mind wander a little whenever you're under his gaze, or so he tells himself, reasoning that it's only natural to be aroused upon seeing such a heavenly figure. It's only natural to want to run his hands along that supple skin, and to place kisses to all the places of your body that no one else has ever seen before.

Because to him, it appears as if you're doing this on purpose, just to rile your poor, musing coach up until he can't take it anymore and does something that's not right by the book. And you're not exactly proving him wrong either, not when you beckon for him to help you out a new move, a shy smile on your face while your hand shields your eyes. 

It's like an invitation to him, his mind clouding over with darkness despite the brightness of the day as he saunters over. "Yes, darling?," he chuckles, and you can't help but get flustered at the pet name he uses for you. He's told you a handful of times how he's always this friendly with his students, but you can tell that you're the only one for whom he's got that word reserved. And you can't exactly say you don't like it, because who doesn't enjoy the attention, especially if it's coming from a guy as hot as Hyunjin?

So you let him be, let him take a place behind your form as his hands gently make their way to your shoulders, snaking down your arms and getting you in position. "Your stance is too stiff," he mumbles against your ear, his teeth only barely grazing the skin of your earlobe as he fights the urge to bite down at it. The feeling leaves a tingling in its wake, making you gulp a little as he moves even closer, his chest now pressed flat against your back. 

He might as well be in heaven right now, judging from the way he almost finds himself unable to hold back the smirk that threatens to paint his lips, the part of his body that rests between his thighs urging him to pull you to him by the waist, eager to feel the way your hips would be rolling against his own. "Relax, darling," he mutters, his hands slipping away from your arms and choosing to feel down your sides and come to rest near your butt as he positions you correctly (or pretends to do so, anyway). 

You know exactly what he's up to, but there's nothing you can say, or rather, nothing that you want to say. "Feel one with your racquet, act as if it's a part of your being." That's the final piece of advice he gives you, before pulling away to monitor your moves from a distance. Though both you and him know that's yet another pretense, and what he really plans on doing is enjoying the view from the best place, wanting see each and every move of your body. 

Feeling his eyes raking across your form, you raise your arm, the ball in your hand being tossed into the air as you slam it down, lifting your body up into the sky. The ball does a clean smash on the other side of the net, and while Hyunjin was supposed to be praising you for getting the move right at last, he finds his mind too preoccupied with how gorgeous your midriff looks as your top rides up your torso, the urge to touch you even more overwhelming than before. 

All of a sudden, all he can think of is how badly he needs to feel every inch of your skin against his fingers, calloused from playing tennis for years. He wants to press his lips to the warmth that lies in the valley of your breasts, and he wants to life that short skirt up your legs and discover all the secrets you've kept hidden under the outfits you wear. He needs to love your body, he needs to worship each and every curve and dip.

He needs to feel your nails digging into his back as he leaves open-mouthed kisses to your neck and throat, and he needs to hear you moan in that velvety voice of yours as he shoves his tongue into your core and licks stripes and shapes up your pussy. He wants to feel your lips get wrapped around his cock, and he wants to feel the way your palms run up and down his length and massage his balls as you go down on him, showing him stars in the daytime. 

He wants to see your body, see the effect that playing tennis for hours every day has had on it, and he wants to bury his face between your breasts while his cock thrusts and twitches inside you, and he wants to push his seed that spills out of your hole, back into it and fill you up. Yeah, he wants to fuck you. Fuck you inside the changing room, against the lockers. He wants to drag you to his car and fuck you on the backseat, and then he wants to bring you to his home and fuck you against every surface, from the kitchen counter to the bed. He wants to reward you for being a good student, and he wants to punish you for being so distracting. 

He knows what he wants to do, he's known it for a while now. But until today, what he didn't know was how he was going to do what he wanted to do, yet in this moment, he thinks he finally knows. The tournament is coming up, and being the star that you are, he knows you're gonna win. He'll have plenty of time to give you a prize after that, and a good reason too. 

And until that time comes, he can always rely on the stock of photos he has of you (to show you how your form changes throughout a match) to help him through the night.

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Fic Preview: Gemini

Pairing: Felix x Fem Reader, Yongbok x Fem Reader

Summary: Twins. A pair. Felix and Yongbok are your closest friends. You have known them your whole life. For the first time things get messy between you three.

Warnings: Just slight angst. Some minimal cursing. Nothing crazy.

Preview Word Count: 2,400 and some change

Author’s Note: I wanted to drop a little taste of this fic I’ve been working on. It will be in three installments. Release dates to be determined. Also thank you to @svintsandghosts for the edit. You made this so long ago for me and I’m so honored you took the time to do that. Tumblr eats the video quality so I’m sorry! 😭

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Twins. Identical twins. Yongbok and Felix Lee. The two boys you met the same day you moved into your new house. All three of you were barely 5 years old. Inseparable is what your parents always said. The three musketeers who always found a reason to spend time together. Your parents never have to look far for you. If you weren’t home, you were with them at theirs. Even through high school.

People always struggled to tell them apart, and it confused you. The two couldn’t be more different. Sure, both share the beautiful honey brown eyes, heart-shaped lips, and freckles decorating their cheeks like stars, but that’s where the similarities ended. The two were actual walking stereotypes that belonged in a cliche movie. It’s funny, thinking back on it.

It’s as if one body holds everything pure. Felix was soft, a sweet boy that felt everything on a different emotional level. He loves with his whole heart. Makes you think of a warm sunrise, fresh baked goods, and puppies. He’s a kind soul, always willing to help a stranger. Hell, he’s even reliable, too. 

While Yongbok was the polar opposite. Early in his teens, he stopped wanting to be associated with his perfect brother. He grew a darker demeanor. He was full of attitude. Would become easily agitated. The trouble started small. Poor grades, skipping class, and sneaking out. A lot of bad impulsive decisions, like talking back to whoever disagreed, eventually escalating into fights. You figured he would outgrow this phase. He was just a moody teenager, after all. Here you are, still waiting. 

Yongbok is getting his life together now that the harsh reality of survival hit him. When he dropped out of school, you pushed him to go back. It took an alternate route, but he got a diploma. Unfortunately, the fights paired with the growing distance between himself and his parents resulted in him being kicked out of the house. He would occasionally spend the night with you when he was able, yet wasn’t a permanent solution thanks to the warning to your parents from his own. As a result, you would go a couple days without a word from him, only hearing about him couch surfing from friend house to house when he had Wi-Fi to shoot you a message. 

Jobs came and went till Yongbok decided what he wanted to do. He got a studio apartment and successfully kept it for nearly a year now. His luck appeared to flourish in his favor when landing an apprenticeship at a local tattoo shop. For the first time in a long time, his dedication is paying off. Last you heard, he was close to getting a permanent station thanks to his commitment to the skill he is mastering. As long as he can keep up the hard work paired with clientele through the door, he would be stable. You lost less sleep with this news. 

Felix and yourself graduated last summer, taking the year to save money. The program you applied to had a wait list a mile long due to how many applications there were. Thankfully, your acceptance letter came right after Felix got his. It was a dream come true for both of you. In the next couple of months, you will start. A new city with fresh adventures left you excited. There was some fear of the unknown, yet you knew you would be fine with Felix at your side. You just needed to let Yongbok in on the news. A problem for you in the future. 

Right now, your focus was on the cash registers in front of you. The store you worked at was closed for the day. All you had left was some minor cleaning and getting the tills from the registers to the cash office for your shift manager to insert into the safe. 

Felix was here as well, nearly done with his zoning of the merchandise. You had scored him the job after preaching to your boss how good of a worker he would be. Sure enough, after being hired on, Felix impressed your boss on his own. Then, thanks to how well the pair of you worked to close the store, you were lucky enough to have several shifts with him. 

“I stopped at the game shop yesterday and I found a new game. Well, they recommended it to me. I’m really excited to show you.” Felix had a skip in his step when he walked across the sales floor. A giant smile is on his face while talking to you. To him, you single-handed are the only people in the world at this moment. Truly adorable the more you watch. Felix dips into the supply closet, retrieving a vacuum to clear the front rugs of debris. When he returns, he’s still going off about the game. “Mom wasn’t impressed with the name. I don’t blame her. Exploding kittens sounds awful, I know, but it’s fun.”

“I’m sure I’ll like it. Try not to kick my ass right off the bat, okay?” You say while moving to collect the second till from the other register. 

A distraught noise coming from Felix causes you to glance over at him. He drops the vacuum where he stands as he peers out to the parking lot. The second Felix notices the look of concern on your face, he shuffles to collect himself. His reaction causes some concern. Your brows knit in confusion when prodding for an answer. “What is it, Lix?”

From where you stand, you can’t see what he sees. You can’t miss the way his hand trembles when he reaches for the cord to unwind the length he needs to reach the outlet on the wall. “My brother is here.”

You let out a huff of annoyance. “We’re closed.”

All the happiness Felix had for the end of his shift and the start of the weekend is gone. Almost like a snuffed candle. “They’re not trying to come in. Just waiting.” 

Ah, that explains the fear. Yongbok didn’t come alone. His friends pick on Felix. The group knows he’s soft. Easy to break down with a few words. Makes your blood boil. It’s such childish behavior. Not a word said yet and Felix already is hyper focused on the rug in front of him. He will go over it a good four times before quitting knowing him. Anything to drag the time out. 

There is a good chance Yongbok isn’t even here for Felix. No, you know he’s not, he never is. Part of you hopes one of these days Yongbok would try to fix his relationship with his brother. Unfortunately, the two drift further apart since his only interest appears to be you. 

With both tills in hand, you head to the back. Felix joins the small office a few moments later to check in. Your shift manager gives both of you the clear to leave for the day. Neither of you protest, stepping out of the office ready to leave. Felix is still hesitant at the time clock, already glued to your side. You always are a shield for him to hide behind. Not that you mind. You want to protect Felix from as much as you can. At some point, he will have to fight his own battles. You can’t be by his side every time he needs it. Until then, you will do your best to take the brunt of the attacks. 

You give a glance over your shoulder once stepping away from the time clock. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah.” 

There is a tug on your heartstrings at how uneasy Felix sounds. You sigh before turning to face him fully, cupping Felix’s cheeks to force him to look right in your eyes. The pep talk you give won’t reassure him. Still, there is a small smile on your face when trying. “Don’t let them get to you. It’s all to get a reaction out of you. That’s why they do it to me.”

“Well, they’re not mean to you. They like you.” Felix says meekly while pulling away to clock out. You can’t stop the eye roll in response. He couldn’t be more wrong. The group out there doesn’t like you. The so-called respect you receive is more for Yongbok. It’s gross that Yongbok has some kind of claim on you and suddenly you are part of their group, regardless of choice. 

“That’s because they’re trying to sleep with me.” You say, leading the way out of the building. Your eyes are searching the windows trying to find Yongbok. He is indeed here. You can see the long dark hair half pulled up into a ponytail and the trademark leather jacket he always wears. “Just get in the car and I’ll be there in a second.”

Felix doesn’t waste another second once out the door. He rushes straight for your car like running a marathon. Thankfully, you are quick enough to mash the button to unlock it before he can tug the handle clean off. You could bet your next paycheck even if Felix is safe inside the car, he still locks the passenger side door. 

All you have to do is make it the group yourself. You can feel every set of eyes on you as you step out into the parking lot. Yongbok never called out for Felix, only confirming your earlier suspicions. 

Of course, someone can’t keep their mouth shut as you cut between two of the vehicles. “Let us know when you’re done babysitting. I’ll show you what a good time actually is.”

You scoff at the group of men when you look back. “Oh fuck off, Minho. I wouldn’t touch you if you were the last man on earth.”

Minho fakes being hurt, as if you shot him in the chest. He’s always been dramatic. A few in the group laugh at his behavior and is enough to have you fuming. Everything is a goddamn joke to them. You don’t even try to hide your disgust. You will never know why Yongbok chooses these assholes for friends. Now is a good time to leave before you pick a fight with anyone tonight. Forget whatever he wants to talk about. It’s not worth the energy you don’t have today. 

Yongbok slides off the hood of his car when you take a step towards your own. He’s quick to close the distance, grip gentle when reaching for your wrist to stop you from leaving. “Hey, wait. I haven’t even gotten a chance to talk.”

You half turn to face him. “What do you want, Bokkie? I’m tired.”

“Come with me tonight. There is a show at Purgatory.”

The mentioned bar is heavy with rock music and horror themed drinks. Not that you mind that part. The bar itself is nice. Yongbok spends a majority of his free time there drinking the night away if he’s not working. If you join, you typically play a few rounds of pool or listen to the occasional local band performing on the small stage. 

You groan, in no mood to tag along. “Ugh, you know I don’t like that place. I have plans anyway.”

“Oh yeah,” Yongbok rolls his eyes, tone snarky. “Because mom’s weekly casserole night is life changing.”

“Goodnight Bokkie. Maybe next time.” You pull your wrist out of his hold. The second you move to walk away, he immediately blocks your path. It’s hard to hide your glare when trying to act indifferent. His voice is softer so only you can hear him. “Come on, please? Don’t blow me off in front of the guys.”

You sigh, contemplating. It’s been a minute since you have spent time with Yongbok. At the same time, Felix looks forward to the nights you come over for dinner and games. It’s his favorite part of the week. You only missed one night in the last six months from being sick in bed with the flu. It would hurt to blow him off. You give a quick glance over at your car, seeing a fidgeting Felix looking straight at you. He’s silently pleading with you to get into the car. You try your best to stay strong and say no. 

“I have to take him home. I’m his ride.”

Yongbok persists. “He can call mom. You said last time if I asked you, you would say yes. A promise is a promise, right?”

“I also asked you to give me time to clear my schedule.” You reply annoyed. A playful pout appears on his face, only making matters worse. You promised him a night out a while back, and keeping your word is important to you always has been. Plus, if you go, you can monitor him. Make sure he gets home safe. The last thing you need is him driving drunk. A huff leaves you, causing Yongbok to smile when you talk. “I’m still in my uniform. Let me go home and change.”

“Yes! I’ll pick you up in an hour. I’ll even buy you food.” He seems pleased with himself. It makes you feel guilty already because you know he’s going to gloat. If not to his friends, then to Felix. A giant grin is plastered on his face as he offers his brother a playful way while on his way back to his car. 

Your heart rate spikes the short distance to your car. Felix’s eyes are burning into you when you get in. He wants an explanation of what happened. Even without communicating it with you, you know that’s what the look is for. The pair of you have been friends long enough. 

The keys in your hand are awfully interesting, keeping your attention for longer than it should. Say something. Anything. The sudden dry throat makes it hard to push your words out. “I’m taking you home.”

“You’re not…?” Felix sounds upset when his words trail off. Out of the corner of your eye you can see him sink into himself. His lips turned down in a scowl. His voice sounds broken almost. “You always come to game night.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I promised him I would hang out.”

“That’s not fair. We made plans first!” The sudden outburst from Felix surprises you. Understandably, he’s upset, but more than you expected. 

“Hey, you get me every Friday night. Let him have me tonight.” Felix doesn’t respond, turning away to stare out the window. You sigh while reaching over to run your fingers through his short, blonde hair. Even if he’s sulking, Felix melts into the touch. Your voice shifts, trying to be reassuring. “I’m still spending the weekend with you. A few hours apart and then I’m all yours.”

“Just drive.” Felix says bitterly while curling further into himself away from you. 

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pairing: nextdoorneighborChan x singlemomreader

genre: neighbors to lovers, fluff

rating: T/PG13 (mildly suggestive in some parts)

word count: ~3000

warnings: kissing, some language, some suggestion (references to chan imagining reader), posing for a camera (is this a warning? maybe? it’s chan posing, so yeah), somewhat proofread so I’ll apologize for the mistakes.

a/n: this is fluffy. massively fluffy fluff and a quick thank you to @jl-micasea-fics and @sasseone​ for reassuring me this wasn’t the worst thing ever. 

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Of all things that Chan may have been expecting on Saturday morning, a knock on the door at 8am is not it. He’s just gotten out of the shower and throws on a pair of jeans to attempt to be decent (his sister Hannah would say that he’s never decent) and shuffles to the door, opening it without checking the peephole (what type of dangerous person would actually be at his door this early?).

“Hi?”

His next door neighbor, you, who owns the cute little cottage next door to his basic A-frame house, stands on his stoop, eyes wide and hair a mess. You wear cut-off shorts and a peasant top, rumpled like the rest of you.

“Is Gaeul okay?” he immediately asks at your distraught state. Your son, all of ten years old is often a frequent visitor at Chan’s when he takes to working on his car in the driveway, mowing the lawn, or cooking out on his grill. Gaeul is a bundle of questions about everything and in the six months that you and your son have lived next door, Chan’s life has grown far more colorful.

“What?” Your eyes shoot up to his.

He works on hiding the ego boost at the fact that you’ve been staring at his bare chest since he’d opened the door. He’s never been into single moms before, but he can admit (without doing a damn thing about it) that he’s into you.

“Oh. Gaeul’s fine. He had a sleepover last night and they’re going to the zoo. No, I need you.”

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The Guy Next Door | hhj

❝𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞?❞

↳ Interim chapter 2/2 of The Guy Next Door: should be read after chapter 6. Interims are optional therefore not crucial to the main storyline but do provide extra context and background on side characters, their arcs and sub-plots.

↳ Changbin x transfem Felix focused, other characters included/referenced 

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! Strong language, sports science major/rich boy Changbin, porn star Felix, transfem Felix uses she/her pronouns and has female anatomy, pansexual Changbin, angst and tension, background/history on Changbin, frank discussion on transitioning and surrounding issues therein, frequent reference to pornography (trans porn specifically and issues therein), pining, alcohol consumption, explicit sexual content, making out, oral sex (m. rec), face fucking, cum swallowing, hugely under-negotiated kink, Felix does a really dumb thing, d/s dynamics, subspace and whiting out, unintentional aftercare neglect, this chapter is a lesson in the importance of communication do not try this at home, adult themes throughout !

「suitable for 18+ readers only」  「Chapter 1」  「Contents List」  「© February 2023 by jl-micasea-fics」

Changbin sometimes wonders where he’d be if he wasn’t in Saint Brides.

Abroad somewhere, perhaps, relaxing on a sunburnt beach as warm waves lick his toes. Maybe exploring Europe, backpacking through cultural capitals. Maybe touring Asia, island hopping or mountain climbing or otherwise participating in any extreme sport that would have his adrenaline pumping.

But that’s all about he can do; he can wonder, he can dream, he can pretend that his future is as unknown as everyone else’s. He can try to forget that he’s not beholden to certain expectations laid on him from the minute he was born, but really, he never will.

Make no mistake; Changbin is grateful for the things he has. His life is good, comfortable, he wants for nothing and as a result finds himself with never a dull moment to waste. Contrary to what might constitute a cliché for rich families, Changbin knows his father to be a good man. A man with principles, self-made and honest. A man that wants only the best for his brood and that worked himself to the bone in the business of merging and acquisition to ensure said best.

Changbin finds pride in being the eldest son of a man like that, and knows how lucky he is that he can make such a claim; certainly when he compares his home life to that of his dearest friends, the gratitude for his circumstances is abundantly clear. His childhood was the ideal of storybooks, his adolescence supported and nurtured, his growing into the person he is now a gentle process by the guiding hands of his parents.

And so, he supposes that ultimately, his future is a small price to pay for it all. It’s expected of him to succeed his father in taking over the family business, to run it with the same level of respect and care that the man himself did. He’s never abjectly hated the idea of stepping into those shoes, but neither has he found himself giddy at the prospect.

It is simply a stated fact, a truth that he knows to be. It hardly matters that his true passion lies with sports and physical fitness. Indeed, it hardly matters that he’s studying towards it now, because even with degree in hand and all the motivation in the world, he’ll be unable to make proper use of it.

His parents tell him frequently that that he’s free to do what he wants, how he wants, when he wants it, until such a time as he’s required to take up the Seo mantle. Thus, he decided to go to university, to do what everyone else his age was doing in the hopes it might make him feel a little more like them.

Changbin still believes his falling into step the tripod to be an unthinkable stroke of luck, their friendship feeling so very eternal to him now. It was through no more than being approached by a grinning blonde kid after the first induction tutorial of the year that rendered him subsequently unable to shake him. Many months after the event, Changbin asked him what it was inspired him to approach in the first place, to which Jisung informed that it was because Changbin was the only one to not laugh at the snide joke the professor cracked on the blonde’s late arrival to the lecture. A little baffled by the answer but accepting all the same (Changbin didn’t laugh because he simply didn’t find singling out funny), it was no effort to quickly warm to the eccentric rainbow coloured catastrophe that was Han Jisung.

It was no surprise when, a few weeks after that, Jisung pulled much the same stunt with the lonely girl in the library; a veritable deer in the headlights if Changbin had ever seen one. Less prepared to slot herself into the dynamic they already had, her icy persona took a little longer to thaw, yet even the most solidified of temperaments will eventually melt under Jisung’s scorching persistence.

Changbin worries about her. It’s natural that he should, of course, and he doesn’t let himself feel bad for wanting to text her every hour on the hour if only to ensure she’s functioning enough to string together a response.

While he never could have known the whole extent of the abuse she suffered, Changbin saw signs of something that didn’t sit rightly with him. She carried herself like her very existence was a nuisance, lingering always several paces behind until Jisung would drag her along in equal step. She would never speak unless spoken to, never add anything of value to conversations unless thoroughly relaxed enough to do so. She would flinch when her phone went off, check the time every five minutes, make increasingly elaborate excuses after class to avoid hanging out, and eventually Changbin supposed that enough was enough.

Enlightening Jisung as to his suspicions on her home life wasn’t so much an enlightenment as it was confirmation for both that their mutual concerns couldn’t be unfounded; not if they both shared them.

Even with desire to outright approach her with it, Changbin was perpetually aware of overstepping. The friendship was still relatively new, the ties fragile with potential to snap under distrust. And so, he had little choice but to believe that she was a grown woman in her own right; if she was in such dire a position as to require serious help, she would surely seek it out. Changbin had to trust that she would.

She needed friends, he realised. Not a force of authority or nature to dig to the root of her mental scars and peel them clean from her person, for doing such a thing would only open bloody wounds and negate whatever healing she had so far achieved. No. She needed a network of support to fall back on, people her own age that wouldn’t brand her a pariah or sympathise to piteous degrees, but rather that would simply treat her as though she was one of them.

It was Jisung that affectionately knighted them ‘the tripod’, three legs of the same unified being, the bonds of which were stronger than any iron-clad friendship; if one metaphorical leg were kicked out by poor circumstance or unwanted angst, all three of them would feel the pain and thusly fall. Changbin hoped she understood that the sentiment applied to everything.

Despite all this and at the behest of his own principles, however, Changbin couldn’t resign himself to total inaction. Whatever he could do to ease her anxious plight, he would, and so he took quiet note of her routines; nine pm weekday curfews, midnights on the weekend. Ensuring she was always returned home accordingly spared her from the exhaustion of fabricating an excuse every time, and while it was never outwardly stated that the pair were deliberately accommodating her circumstances, Changbin felt the appreciation in the small things. The way she became closer, warmer, more at ease the longer she remained in their company, and before Changbin really realised it, he was forced to ask himself questions as to the nature of his feelings.

Did he… love her?

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