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sanaxo-o · 1 month
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Fell in love all over again (Lee Jaehyun)
Warnings/genre: pure fluff, established relationship, making out, the reader overthinks for a while, Hyunjae is the cutest at the end, comfort (?)
Word count: 1423
Sana: hello..um my Valentine’s Day fic but very late so meh. I was studying for my exams and shit. Tbh it was originally supposed to be for Jacob but he did not fit the vibes and this was also sitting in my drafts for a while so yeah. Anyways this is dedicated to my @from-izzy (don’t divorce me lmao) love you <3 and thank you to @astrae4 for beta reading 🥺. Love you hon 🥰
Tagging: @cloverdaisies @kimsohn @mosviqu @hyungseos-cafe @strayed-quokka @deoboyznet
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Sitting down at the table, you looked around the place, it was a place you would always dream about.
A huge hall with a chandelier in the middle— which was full of diamonds making it shine brightly. You let out a small laugh of content when you notice the ring on your finger.
Never would you have imagined that you would get married to the person you spent seven years of your life with.
You have known Hyunjae since you were in highschool and up until now. And he had managed to prove himself that he was the one for you countless times.
The day you felt alone and needed comfort, he was there for you with a tub full of ice cream and a night full of cuddles as he listened to you talk about your feelings; how you would sometimes just get the feeling of being alone as if no one was on your side and you were left to fight your battles all alone.
But he was there to prove you wrong. To tell you that even though you felt as if you were alone he would always be there by your side with open arms. No matter what happens, he always got your back.
That was also the time when you were damn sure that he was gonna be the man you would want to get married to. No one else would be able to have your heart like he has.
The day you got into your dream university, he was there to celebrate it with you. Even when you doubted yourself about not being worthy enough he made himself clear that you’re in fact one of the people who truly deserve that spot because of your hard work.
You look around the place once more and you could suddenly feel your heart sinking, what if this was not the right thing to do?
You could feel your hand start to shake. All you wanted to do at that very moment was to get up and just storm out of the place, but you were afraid to do that.
It was Valentine’s Day and Hyunjae prepared all of this just for you only to see you storm out like that. You did not want to seem ungrateful so you tried to calm yourself down but the more you pondered about your future the more anxious you got.
From the corner of your eyes you noticed hyunjae walking back to the table. Taking a deep breath in you tried to look normal but as the time passed by, every passing second felt like hours.
Placing your hand under the table you kept your other hand over it in hope that it would stop shaking but it was of no use.
Looking up you observed as Hyunjae took a seat in front of you. Giving you a small smile he poured you a glass of champagne and raised his to make a toast with you.
Holding the glass in a tight grip you clink your glass with his as you take a small sip from it, “Happy Valentine’s Day love. I hope you like what I prepared for us.” Hyunjae says with a soft smile playing on his lips as he takes a sip of champagne from his own glass.
Passing him a small smile you anxiously look around the place, not having it in you to look him in the eye. You knew how happy he was and you did not want to ruin this moment with him just because of what you were feeling.
You knew thinking so ahead in the future was stupid but what could you do? Your habit of overthinking always got the best of you…
“Are you okay?” You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Hyunjae’s voice. Looking back at him you nod your head slightly but you notice how his eyes searched for yours.
You could see the slight flicker in them as he placed his glass of champagne back on the table. Standing up he forwarded his hand towards you as he waited for you to take his hand in yours.
Without any questions asked you grab his hand in yours as you stand up from your seat, “Do you trust me?” Hyunjae asks as he walks towards the exit with his hand hooked with yours.
Giving him a small nod you continue walking with him, “What about the food though?” You ask softly as you stop on your tracks which made him halt in his tracks to turn around and face you.
“Don’t worry. We can come back later, I cannot let you go back home empty stomach now, can I?” Hyunjae says with a grin on his face as he drags you towards his car.
Opening the backseat door he lets you enter the car first as he himself enters once he’s sure that you’re comfortable sitting in the seat.
“What’s wrong, hmm?” Hyunjae asked softly as he tangled his hands in your luscious hair. Pushing the strands of hair behind your ear, he slowly made his fingers come to your forehead as he applied slight pressure on them to give you a massage.
Closing your eyes at his actions you let your head rest against the seat as you take in deep breaths to calm your heart down, “I don’t know, aren’t we too young to get married? What if something goes wrong? I don’t want to lose you..” you tell him, your voice barely above a whisper as you slowly look towards Hyunjae who continues to stare at you with his soft gaze.
“No, I don’t think we’re too young. We’re both financially stable at the moment and I believe in the fact that nothing would go wrong. Our love is strong enough for that sweetheart..” he says as he gently pulls you closer towards him in the backseat of the car.
Resting your head against his chest you close your eyes as you listen to his heartbeat, “Promise me that you won’t leave me alone? Ever..” you whisper with your face buried in his chest as Hyunjae continues to stroke your hair in a gentle manner.
“I promise I will never leave you alone. Ever..” he says as he brings his hand towards your chin and makes you look up.
Leaning down he slowly attaches his lips on yours, sitting up straight you tangle your hands in his soft curly hair as you pull on them while Hyunjae continues to kiss you.
You could feel your heart come up in your throat as he continued to kiss you, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer towards him if that was even possible.
Pulling away, you gasped for air as you noticed the string of saliva which was connecting you both together, an indication of the intense makeup session you just had. Staring into his eyes you leaned closer towards him once again as you gave his nose a light peck.
Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, Hyunjae smiled as hugged your figure closer to his warm embrace, “I think I just fell in love with you all over again..” Hyunjae mumbled in the crook of your neck. His voice sends vibrations throughout your whole body as you give out a small laugh at his words.
“Every minute of the day makes me fall in love with you even more if you’re wondering..” you tell him while playing with his hair.
You don't even know when you sat on his lap in the backseat like this but all you know is that this Valentine’s Day was a day to remember.
Stealing a glance at hyunjae you let out a giggle when you notice his ears turning a shade of bright red.
“Are you blushing because of what I said or because of the make out session we just had?” You say in a slightly teasing tone as you poke his cheeks with your fingers.
Looking back up Hyunjae looks everywhere but you, “Oh look at the time. We should head back inside to have our dinner..” he says trying to change the subject.
Opening the door of the car he lets you get down first before he got out. Locking the car you both started walking towards the hall again with your laughter beaming through the night.
The moonlight shining its light on the two of you making it look like a scene right out of a romantic movie.
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tbzhours · 1 year
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come to me
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hyunjae x you, enemies to lovers au, college au, fluff, smut
[summary] hyunjae may be the (annoying) key to your heart [warning] smut [words] 2.7k [a/n] i don’t think this is much of an etl but i still hope you all like this! ♡ 
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Watching the clock, you stumbled through the kitchen with your backpack on as the last resort, getting the warm toast in the toaster before heading out of the door. Your hair was a mess but you didn’t want to miss today’s class and get a tarty mark. You were ready to fail another class because you couldn’t get up early enough. 
With the toast hanging in your mouth after you closed your door, you heard Hyunjae, your next door dormie, walking out of his apartment room at the same time too. He looked like he just got out of bed, like the usual, when you both stared at each other for a second, hands still on your own door knobs. 
There wasn’t a chance to let him beat you as you both scrambled down the hall, shoulders bumping into each other through your paced walk. You took out the toast from your lips and held onto it when you suggested, “Hey, why don’t you take the stairs today?” 
“Ha, nice try. The elevator fits more than one but if I get there first, bye bye.” He waved at you while your race was still on. 
You huffed, “I’m gonna get there first, don’t you dare.” 
“Try me.” Hyunjae took your toast from your hand and took a big bite before your eyes widened. He handed it back and smiled before he saw the elevator door opening. 
You took it back and ran into the door with him, getting stuck on the edges. You gave him a glare and pushed him on his side to give yourself room to go through before he whined in pain, covering his mouth or the food would fall out. 
“Tried, and I won.” You smiled in victory, taking another bite from your toast. 
“Not really.” He chuckled and clicked on the main floor button. He made a face at you, shaking his head along. “Because I’m already in here.” 
You squinted another glare and crossed your arms as the door closed. He was definitely more annoying than last semester. It took you days of seeing him on your apartment floor a few weeks ago before you realized he was the TA in one of your old classes. He was so strict and such a smartass that seeing him in his regular lazy outfits made you wanna clown him, but that wouldn’t work because he would just clown you back and you would lose. Again. Luckily, you didn’t have any classes with him except with the fact that he’s now your next-door mate, and everyday, it would cross your mind of the damn chances. 
The elevator door finally opened and Hyunjae stuck out his tongue at you before walking out first. You almost threw a punch but held it back. You hoped you wouldn’t meet him here again when you come back later. 
That evening after your busy day, you were at ease, a relieved smile squirming through your face when you reached your floor. There was no one in sight as you hopped through the hall, hands in your pockets as you hummed a happy tone. 
Once you reached your door, you realized you didn’t grab your keys before you left that morning. You hit your head before you sent a text to Jacob, the residential coordinator of the building, before sighing with your head against your door. You whispered and shook your head, “The perks of living alone.” 
Minutes later, you heard the elevator door open. You jotted your head up and turned it toward the sound but you had a disgusted look when you saw Hyunjae. His laugh echoed through the hall as you turned back to your door, setting your head there again with your eyes closed. You wished he would just ignore you but you knew he wouldn’t. 
“Got locked out again?” He questioned, a lofty smirk painted across his face as he grabbed his keys out from his pocket. 
“Get lost.” You demanded, soft-toned though filled with irk. It only made him chuckle with his lips closed. You barely heard it, other than the shuffling breaths from his nose. 
“If you’d like, you can come over until Jacob gets here.” He offered but you sent a threatening squint. 
Right then, Jacob reached your floor and called out your name, giving you and Hyunjae a wave. You smiled in relief and gave him a wave back. You looked at Hyunjae once more before sticking out your tongue. He shook his head with a tiny smile before he opened his door and left the scene. 
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Days went by without seeing Hyunjae much. You only recalled seeing him in the library, studying prettily with his coffee and hearing him through your door when he left his place or when he came back. The only weird thing was that he was the first thing in your mind when you woke up this morning. You got up earlier than usual and fixed yourself a good breakfast before you leaned onto the kitchen counter with a cereal bowl in your hands. 
A good thought of his determined face when walking out of your rooms made you laugh. Right before you took a spoonful, you slipped out a ”Sure, he’s pretty cute-” 
You stopped chewing, realizing what you just said, and you knew how much this meant to you when it shouldn’t. Your heart was racing and you couldn’t comprehend what your words were telling you. You got up and took a million bites of your breakfast before you set the bowl in the sink. 
“I don’t like him, I don’t like him.” You repeated to yourself when you gathered your things and left your place. You were whispering them as you walked through the hall, pacing up just like when you did with Hyunjae almost every day. 
Once you got to the elevator, staring straight at your door after going through the doorway, Hyunjae suddenly came out of his room, looking like the usual mess he was. You had already stopped chanting but once he saw you and started to run toward you, you repeated the words as you tapped on the close button so he wouldn’t make it. 
Your heart didn’t feel at ease still, when Hyunjae screamed your name in defeat as the door closed. 
Even later when you came back first, waiting by the main floor elevator, you didn’t expect Hyunjae to stand next to you when you got lost in your crushing thoughts. 
You jumped, holding your chest when he stood there, glaring at you because he wasn’t going to fight you this time. You fixed yourself and glared back before facing the elevator door, noticing your shared reflection. 
“I’m gonna beat you next time.” Hyunjae whispered loud enough just for you to hear before you glared at him through the door. 
When the door opened, you both walked in without fighting and stood in silence. Your hand was holding onto the strap of your backpack and it brushed against when it came down. The quietness got awkward as both of your eyes widened. Your face blushed with your fingers curling into your palm while he held in his breath. You peeked at the floor number and wondered why it was so slow. It didn’t beat your racing heart as you cursed in your mind. 
Once the door opened up on your floor, you ran off first, whispering to yourself in a chant again, “I don’t like this feeling. Please make it stop.” 
Hyunjae was still standing in the elevator, his hand holding his heart before hitting it, wondering why it wouldn’t stop. 
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Nights later, Hyunjae came up to his room and found you standing in front of your room, a deja vu to him because your head was on the door. You slowly turned to his direction when you heard his keys jingling. 
Upon seeing his face, your cheeks bloomed. You remembered seeing him in the same cafe you were studying in today, realizing how awkward interacting with him was then, other than his sneaky tongue two days ago. His laugh was admirable as you saw him smiling with his groups of friends but you quickly looked away, denying that the sunlight behind him was blinding you and not him. He didn’t catch you staring but little did you know, there had been a soft touch from his lips when he looked at you. 
It almost seemed desperate, wanting to see Hyunjae close just to kick his ass again but you held back, inhaling to perhaps start a conversation but he beated you. 
“Last chance to come into my apartment room.” 
You lost as he let you in. You followed him, eyes gazing through the room that mirrored yours. You looked back at him when he offered some snacks, leading you to the kitchen. You quickly complied and leaned your back against a counter. When he turned away, you couldn’t help to stare at him and as if he could tell, you looked away again and crossed your arms awkwardly. 
You cleared your throat, “Don't think I’m staying long.” 
Hyunjae smirked. It wasn’t cocky but somehow it ticked you off. He shrugged and set some snacks on the counter next to you. “Just until Jacob gets back. I heard he’s taking care of some deep secret business.” 
You scoffed at his sneaky voice and thanked him quietly for the snacks when you opened a bag. Hyunjae did the same, watching how quiet you had gotten. He cleared his throat too, to lure the awkward air away and leaned onto the counter beside you. 
“Anyway, you live alone?” He asked and flashed a smile. 
“Yeah. You too?” 
“No. I have a roommate but he’s barely here. I only see him on the weekend.” 
“Weird.” You commented, not knowing what to ask next. It’s even weirder that you just realize it now. 
Hyunjae smiled at your single word and turned forward. There was something tingling in his heart but he couldn’t pick it out. 
“I think it’s time for me to ask Jacob for another spare key.” You sighed.
"Why? You might lose it again anyway.” He bickered, his voice in a tease. You glared at him but he continued to bother you with that smile. The second you looked away from him, he suddenly softened his tone. "I mean, you can crash at my place if it ever happens again.” 
“What? Are you asking me to sleep over?” You stared at him in disbelief. He was more annoying than before but deep down, you could tell, he was sincere, for once that was. For a second, you knew what he meant but you weren't so sure too. You hated implied requests, despite the gush of warmth running through your touching arms but all of a sudden, you felt like you wanted him. Being this close, your stomach had already lit a bubble needing to be filled. 
The evening didn’t seem so cold when Hyunjae heard your laugh afterwards. It's not weird at all, having such a normal conversation with you because you both would always bicker at each other. He's thinking too much that you shook your head, discarding the question when you turned around. 
"Anyway, where are your cups? I need a drink." You opened a cabinet above you as Hyunjae smiled. 
He got up and walked around you to open the cabinet next to you. He grabbed a cup and handed it to you. "Here you go." 
"Thanks." You quickly turned away so he wouldn't see your blush. He hummed as you could feel him staring as you poured the drink into your cup. You took a sip and set it down before slowly turning to meet his eyes. No, actually, your eyes were lingering at his lips that you had to ask him, "Can I kiss you?" 
"W-what?" Hyunjae was taken back, not expecting that to come out of you. He laughed, "(Y/N), why would you-" 
His eyes widened at your tight kiss. Your hands were lapsed on his shoulders for a good five seconds before you pulled back, lightly gasping for air. Right before you could apologize, he moved in and connected your lips together. His arms wrapped behind you to pull your body to his and his lips were moving in desperation, wanting you more than ever. 
The session intensified as he pushed you against the counter, your cup tipping over as the drink spilled. It didn't take long before he pulled you up onto his hips with the help of the counter. Your legs tangled behind him when you felt your butt getting wet. 
Hyunjae walked you over to his room, your every part still touching as the door closed. He fell over you on his bed before gazing at you in a sneaky smile. 
"Tell me this is what I came over for." You whispered, catching your breath underneath him. Your arms were tangling over his shoulders as your hands ruffled his hair. 
"You keep forgetting your damn keys." He argued, obviously playing around when he tilted his head. 
"Fuck those keys. Just fuck me." 
Hyunjae loved the sound of that. Your lips danced against each other as you both took your clothes off, giggles whispering through as he got back over you. He planted kisses all over your body. He could smell the juice that soaked through your pants where it left a sweet smell on your butt cheek. You giggled when he planted a wet kiss there. Quickly, he got up to put protection on when you sighed, taking a deep breath from your racing heart. 
You gasped when he pulled you by the thighs, making you fall your head over his pillow. He hovered over you and kissed your lips with his moving jaws, sliding his bulge against your wetness below. You moaned softly and long, feeling weak against his mouth then he looked down and guided his dick into you, one deeper push at a time. 
Your moans went over your head as your hands gripped on his bedsheets. You thought it was sexy of him to cover your lips with his where your moans sang together. His thrusts were slow but when he left your lips and held his hands on the head bed behind you, he went faster and deeper, shaking the bed as you grip behind his hips. 
You were blazed up all over, buckering your hips for a better hit from him and you rolled them against his pound, causing him to groan. He leaned beside your ear, whispering as it shivered down your spine. "You're good at this." 
"Should of done this sooner." You teased back before reaching up to kiss him. 
Hyunjae continued to push into you as your lips glided down to his shoulder and neck, leaving marks as he held a hand at your butt cheek to maintain the glorious thrusts. You were going to come through but you cursed instead of telling him. 
"Holy fuck." He didn't slow his pace and tried to thrust harder into you and repeatedly as he chased his high. He held onto your hips with both of his hands and his strings shot out, one at a time into you. He threw his head back as he was shaking. You were still rolling your hips as you moaned at the tipsy feeling in your stomach, letting him finish before he breathed hotly. 
Hyunjae gazed at you as you lied there, a chuckle shared before he kissed your lips. This time, softly. He slipped out of you and rested beside you. He held onto your hand as you both were catching your breath the millionth time today. 
“Do you want to study together sometimes?” He asked. It sounded like a date as you shook your head and got over him to fix his hair and plant a big smooch on his lips back at him.��
The next time you met was at the same cafe and you already ordered some things before he arrived after his class ended. Hyunjae didn't know that he was going to take a bite of your favorite muffin when you tried to win it back. Maybe he did know when he really took a bite of it with that funny smile. "Oops.” 
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yootaesowlwrites · 5 months
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I Want You, All Of  You - Hyunjae / Lee Jaehyun
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W/C: 3.4K
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.
Prompts: “I want you, all of you. i want to feel you inside me, deep inside me. i want you to tell me when you’re going to cum, hear you moan my name and fuck me harder.” + “Don’t cover your mouth… I like hearing you.”
Warnings: Smut, explicit language, nudism, handjob, blowjob, clit stimulation, hint of fingering, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), mention of bruising, if you squint you can see aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
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You and Hyunjae have been together for some time now, and you’ve also been intimate a few times now, and as much as he does satisfy you in that department, you weren’t always as satisfied with his vocality. He always seemed to hold himself back from being loud in the bedroom, which to say the least was frustrating to you, because you didn’t want him to hold back, or feel like he had to hold back. And so you decided you had to contort him about it, communication is key in a relationship after all.
“Jae…” You softly say as you enter the bedroom. He was propped up against the headboard, while his ankles were crossed, he was going through his week’s schedule, he had today off but then tomorrow it would be back to the hectic busy schedule of usual.
“Hmm?” He softly hums and looks up at you. You give him a gentle smile and sit down at the foot of the bed, he locks his phone and places it on the bedside table to give you his full attention. “What’s bothering you?” You felt slightly nervous about bringing this up, and you could feel a slight lump forming in your throat.
“I don’t want to often you, nor do I mean to often you, Jaehyun… but I just… I want to know if there’s a reason why you’re not…” You trail off, trying to figure out how you would ask him this question. You could see some concern starting to rise in his eyes before you blurted out: “Vocal when we’re in bed together, why do you cover your moans and groans?” You watch as slight relief washes over his eyes.
“I well… I didn’t think you would like me being vocal in bed,” He says. “I read somewhere that women don’t like it when men are vocal in bed, so I decided to be quiet,” You tilt your head in confusion, wondering where he had read that and why he would believe it.
“Well, wherever it was, it’s a lie,” You say. “Too many women love hearing men groan and let them know that they’re being made to feel good, we can’t guess if we’re doing a good job,” You place your hand on his knee and watch as he uncrosses his ankles. “I want you, all of you, I want to feel you inside me, deep inside me, I want you to tell me when you’re going to cum, hear you moan my name and fuck me harder, not just… nothing,” He nods his head, understanding what you meant. “I want to hear it all, I want all of you, your loudness in bed especially.”
“I understand,” He says. You give him a gentle smile, feeling the nervousness you felt, moments ago, disappear. He reaches out and places his hand on top of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Thank you for telling me this, for being open with me about what you feel during sex,” You nod your head.
“Then… if you’re not busy, will you let me check if you listened to me?” You ask. You watch a shift in his eyes before he takes your hand and pulls you closer, you immediately move onto the bed and move over his legs to straddle his lap.
“You can,” He says. “Let’s see if I paid attention to what you told me,” His other hand comes to cup your cheek, and he pulls you closer to him, pulling you into a deep kiss, your lips move together slowly, and you move your hands to his dress shirt and begins to unbutton it. Once you had most of them unbuttoned, you slip your hand into his shirt and begin to rub your hands over his toned torso, feeling his warm and smooth skin underneath the palm of your hand and fingertips. You rock your hips against his crotch and hear him take in a deep breath through his nose.
You pull back from the kiss and immediately press your lips against his jaw, kissing along it before kissing down his neck and pausing at his collarbone. You feel his hands slip underneath your shirt and run up and down your back, as he lets you suck a mark into his collarbone, you could hear some noise coming from him, which wasn’t satisfying you enough just yet. You pull back from his collarbone and rip the remaining buttons open before pushing the shirt down his shoulders.
“Eager to hear if I was listening?” He asks. You feel him lift your shirt, and you lift your arms, letting him remove the fabric from you. “Don’t be afraid to let me know where and when I should be loud,” You lick your lips and lower your head down to his chest, your lips make contact with his skin and his lids flutter as he feels your lips moving over his chest, before they wrap around his nipple. “Hmm…” He could feel your tongue swirling around it, which caused his cock to twitch in his pants as it begins to harden. You feel his hands on your back as you were sucking his nipple and felt him unclasp your bra, before you felt the straps being slid down your shoulders, he manages to pull your bra off you and toss it aside.
“Hmm, that feels nice,” He whispers. You lift your head and move to his other nipple, you look up at him as you flick your tongue over it, and felt his chest rise sharply as he inhales deeply. You keep your gaze on his face as you flick your tongue over his nipple, just watching as his eyes get darker the more you play with the bud. You press your hips against his crotch again and felt a tent starting to form in his pants.
“Oh, getting excited?” You softly say. You move a hand between your bodies and cup him through his pants, and slowly rub along the outline of his cock, you hear him take in another deep breath and hear a low groan coming from the back of his throat. You pull back from his nipple and kiss down his stomach, making your way lower and lower. He watches you intently as your lips move lower and over your abdomen, you move your hand on his cock away from it and move your hands to grab onto his waistband. “Lift,��� He lifts his hips, and you tug his pants and boxers down before he lowers his hips to the bed. You remove his pants and underwear completely, dropping them to the floor, before your attention was back on his abdomen and moving lower.
“Hmm…” He softly moans. The head of his cock brushed against your neck as you move lower, you move your lips over his pubic bone before lifting your head as his cock was leaving a trail of pre-cum behind on your skin. You glance up at his face, and saw his lids half closed while he looked at you with hooded eyes. You look down at his crotch and wrap your hand around the base of his cock, and you watch his thigh muscles tighten for a moment. “Oh…” The sound was soft, barely audible, which only urged you to try and pull the loudest moan you could from him.
You lower your head and hover it just above where your hand was holding him, and open your lips and let your saliva drop onto his cock, you watch his muscles tighten again as he felt the warm wet liquid touch his hard length. You twist your hand around the base of his cock as you let your spit move underneath your hold, and begin spreading it over the base.
“Oh, oh, yes,” he mutters. His lids fluttered as he felt your hand slowly moving higher and higher with each stroke, the air felt cold against his wet cock, and it only enhanced the feeling he was experiencing. You close your eyes as you enjoy the soft whimpers falling from him, imagining them becoming louder, which caused your pussy to twitch and made you aware of how wet you were.
You lower your head, and you hear him take in a stuttering breath before he felt your tongue touch the tip of his cock, the saltiness from his pre-cum immediately bursts in your mouth, and you lick around the tip before sliding your tongue along his length, you open your eyes and look up at him, and what you find has you pausing your licks. His hand was covering his mouth and he was biting on it.
“Don’t cover your mouth… I like hearing you,” You say. His eyes shot open when he heard your voice, he didn’t even realize you had stopped licking his cock since your mouth was still so close to him. He pulls his hand away from his mouth and looks at you like a deer caught in headlights.
“I… are you sure?” He asks. You immediately sit upright at his words, your other hand grabs onto his thigh tightly, and he watches as realisation goes through your eyes.
“Jae… truth now, did someone tell you that they didn’t like you being loud or vocal?” You ask. He gives you a sheepish smile, and you let out a frustrated sigh. “Fucking idiot,” You slide your hand along his length until your hand reached the head of his cock, you slide your thumb over his slit and watch as his muscles twitch and pull as he sucks in his stomach. “Anyone that doesn’t like hearing a man moan or make noise is someone that’s not to be trusted,” Your thumb circles over his slit, collecting his juices on your finger. “How would you feel if I never moaned for you, never screamed your name?”
“Like I failed with pleasing you…” He says. He felt guilty, you had told him you wanted him to make noise, but his past experience came back to haunt him, and he had ended up covering his mouth.
“Exactly… don’t make me think that, Jae,” You say and take in a deep breath. “No worries though… I’ll erase that horrible mindset that they planted in your mind, even if I have to remind you every single time to be loud and not cover your pretty mouth,” You lower your head and he watches you. You make eye contact with him. “Do it again, and I’m tying your hands, got it?”
“Got it, yes,” He quickly says and swallows. You give him a smile before your mouth wraps around the head of his cock, causing his hips to buck up at the feeling of your warm mouth around him. You slide your hand down his length and twist it around the base of his cock once you reached it. “O-ohh, oh, fuck…” You could hear his breathing picking up, you hadn’t looked away from him and made sure to keep eye contact with him. “OH!” You could feel a sense of pride growing inside you as you pulled the loud gasp from him. “L-like that, oh, oh,” Your tongue was dipping in and out of his slip, which was making his mind spin, you slide your hand from the base of his cock to his balls and press your fingers into them.
“Fuck, yes!” He gasps, throwing his head back against the headboard. “YES!” You could feel your juices starting to seep through your panties. “Oh, O-OH!” You watch his Adam’s apple bob as he gasps and moans, his hands now gripped onto the bedding and veins begin forming on his forearms with how hard he gripped the sheets. “I’m gonna…” He lifts his head to look at you. “Cum…” He reaches down with one hand and moves his hand underneath your chin, making you pause your movements. “I wanna cum inside you…” You slowly lift your head, making sure to suck on him as you do, before his cock popped out of your mouth with a loud popping sound. “FUCK!” He was breathing hard as he was looking at you. “You little minx…” You lift off his lap, and you climb off the bed, reaching for your waistband.
“Well, I’m going to make you moan so damn loud, no matter what I have to do,” You say and push your pants down along with your panties. You step out of them once they pool around your ankles and move closer to the bed, you grab onto his hand and pry his fingers from clutching the bedding. “Maybe you should feel if I’m wet enough for you,” He could see deviousness dancing in your eyes as you move his hand towards your pussy.
“You’re going to be the end of me, I swear, Y/n,” He says. He presses the palm of his hand against your mound and moves his fingers between your folds, immediately hearing and feeling your wetness, you bite your lip as you feel his fingers slide over your clit and towards your slit. “You’re fucking soaked, oh my fucking…” His fingers press against your slit, and you feel them slip into you for a moment before you pull his hand back. “I, wait.”
“Nope,” You say and climb back onto the bed, taking your place on his thighs. “No waiting anymore,” You wrap your hand around his cock as you move your hips against his, you slide him through your folds, coating him in your juices.
“Oh, oh, my… OH!” He gasps. His lids flutter as he feels you just using his cock to play with your pussy, you loved seeing this reaction from him, it was making your mind drunk, and you were becoming addicted to seeing it. “F-fuck…” His mind spun as he watches you just slide his cock up and down your pussy, your juices rolling down his cock and over your hand. “Y-Y/n, baby…”
“Are you going to scream my name when you cum, baby?” You whisper. You watch him nod his head rapidly. “I want to hear you, tell me that you’re going to scream my name, show me you deserve to be inside me,” He could see that devilish smirk on your lips as you looked at him.
“Yes, yes, I’m going to scream your name when I cum, I’m gonna let you know how good it feels,” He breathes out. “I’m going to scream your name so loud, the neighbours will complain about the noise,” You lick your lips and slide him towards your entrance. “Fuckfuck, yes, fuck,” You push the head of his cock into you, feeling him stretch your walls and slowly fill you. You look up and watch his lids fall close. “Fuuuuuckkkk,” This was the most vocal he’s ever been, and you loved it, it was turning you on so much and only making you grow wetter. “Oh, oh, OH!” Your walls squeezed around him as you sink onto his cock, you move your hand to his chest and press down against it, your nails scratch at his skin while your other hand moves to your mound.
“Fuck, yes, you feel so good, Jae… FUCK!” You cry out. “Fuck, feel that… fuck, how does it feel?” You move a finger onto your clit and slowly rub around the bundle of nerves, which causes your walls to pulse lightly around his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, so good, Oh… fuuck,” He moans. He could feel sweat breaking out on his skin and his hair sticking to his forehead the more you sink onto his cock, taking all of him. “Fuck… fuck, you’re taking it so good, fuck, baby, Y/n…” You fully sink onto him and take in a deep breath, giving yourself a moment to adjust to him and taking a moment to admire him as he was breathing in deeply, and being vocal like you wanted him to be. “Fuck, fuck… so good, more… more.”
“More?” You ask. You slowly lift off his cock, making it slide from you halfway before you lower yourself down onto his cock again, you watch his eyes roll to the back of his head before they shut, and a blissful expression takes over. You roll your hips over his cock, watching as his chest rises and falls, and his lids twitch as his eyes move behind his lids. “Fuck, fuck… more it is,” Your nails scratch at his chest while your other finger rubs around your clit, building yourself up slowly.
“Fuck, fuck… fuck…” He groans out. “You’re squeezing me so good,” Your pace picks up, and you watch as he turns his head from side to side against the headboard. You feel his hands grab onto your thighs and squeeze them, “Fuck… I’m not gonna last like this…” You could feel your insides twisting as a ball of tension begins to form inside you, pulling everything together. Sweat builds up on your skin, and you could feel it trickling down your back as you bounce on his cock.
“Fuck, Jae… fuck, so good,” You moan out. “FUCK!” You felt like you were out of breath, your mind was floating high in the sky already, it felt so good to have him stretching your walls and filling you so good. You could feel his grip on your thighs tightening, and you could only assume it was because he was getting close.
“FUCK!” He screams out, which almost startles you since you’ve never heard him scream out in pleasure before, the sound makes your walls clench around him, and you roll your hips faster over his, the sound of your juices fills the room along with his cries of pleasure and yours. “Like that, fuck, YES!” You felt his hips meet yours halfway, and you felt his cock sink deeply into you, you throw your head back as a tingling sensation goes up your spine and explodes inside your mind.
“YES!” You scream. Your eyes shut as you begin to rub over your clit, getting yourself closer to your high. You could feel a hot pleasure travelling up your legs and towards your core, adding the ball of pleasure inside you. “F-fuck… Jae…” His grip was bruising on your thighs as he held onto you, you lift your head only to lower it and look at his stomach, you watch his muscles pull tighter. “Cum for me, Jae…” Your words seem to trigger his undoing, and you feel your pussy being filled with his load within a matter of seconds.
“Y/N!” He screams, his body shaking with pleasure. “YYY/NNN!” You felt your walls clench around him, milking him for every last drop from his cock as you begin to chase after your high. He could feel your juices running down his tightening balls as his mind was slipping completely into the blissful feeling. “YES, Y/N!” You loved the sound of him screaming your name in pleasure, it only caused you to get to where you needed to be quicker. You rub your clit vigorously and felt your muscles tightening up.
“Jae… Jae, I’m… JAE!” You scream, and your eyes snap shut, your walls clamp down around him and fireworks explode behind your lids as the ball of pleasure inside you comes undone. Your hips stutter as you ride him, getting him through his high while also getting yourself through your high. “Jaaaeee,” Your body felt like as you float through your high, your toes were curled at the blissful feeling coursing through your veins.
“Fuck… fuck, like that, just like that…” He mutters. He opens his eyes to watch you through tired lids, your tits bounced as you go through your high, your body begins to slow down, and he could feel his cock softening inside you. “Fuck… fuck,” He felt sensitive to every move you made. You come to a complete stop on top of him and move your hand away from your clit, placing it on his lower stomach. He watches as you take in a few deep breaths. “Fuck…” Your skin glistened with sweat, and you looked so damn beautiful on top of him. His grip on your thighs loosens, and he slides his hands upwards on top of them before he moves his hands to your wrists and pulls you to lay against him.
“Hmm…” You whimper, feeling the shift inside your pussy. You look up at him and watch and saw him looking at you with a warm expression. “Who was the idiot that I have to knock sense into?” Your words only cause him to chuckle before he lifts his head to kiss you gently.
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When They Get Teased By The Other Members For Being Whipped ~ The Boyz Reaction
Sangyeon:
Groans came all around the studio as Sangyeon finally showed his face, apologising for being so late as he placed his bag down on the floor.
“What made you late today?” Chanhee asked as the boys all stood around, waiting for Sangyeon to sort himself out to start.
“Y/N had a flat tyre on her car, I had to drive her to work,” he informed them all, only to be left confused when several of them either rolled their eyes or tutted in reply to him.
Chanhee shook his head too back at Sangyeon, “we should have known it would be Y/N, there’s only one person you’d be late for.”
The corners of Sangyeon’s mouth slowly turned up into a smile, “I would help any of you if you got a flat tyre, and drive anyone to work if they needed a lift too.”
“No true,” Sunwoo immediately called out, “you’re whipped for Y/N, that’s why you couldn’t leave her to sort out her tyre and make her own way to work this morning.”
“And now as the leader you’ve left us all waiting to rehearse too.”
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen ever again.”
Jacob:
As the boys finished up for the day, everyone was forward planning for the night, with Younghoon having organised something for them.
“Is everyone still on for dinner at the restaurant tonight?” He asked the group, “I told the owners we’d be there for about half seven.”
“Tonight?” Jacob called out in surprise, feeling a gulp run down his throat, “I told Y/N that we’d go out tonight, when did you guys even organise this?” He quizzed, feeling all eyes on him.
Younghoon’s head shook back across at him, “we arranged tonight ages ago, are you really going to bail on us for Y/N tonight?”
Jacob nodded in reply to him, “I can’t let Y/N down again, and anyway, you guys can still have a good time without me, you don’t need me to enjoy yourselves.”
“So whipped,” Jaehyun remarked as he passed Jacob by, “there is no way that you would say no to a group meal for anyone else, you’re only doing this because it’s Y/N.”
“I would say no if I had already made plans with anyone, not just Y/N.”
“We all know that’s not true.”
Younghoon:
A pout formed on your face as you tried to reach the top of the fridge to bring the pan down, failing to catch the handle every single time.
“Help,” you frowned across at Younghoon, watching him sit at the table, enjoying the struggle that you were experiencing before him.
“Move out of the way,” he smiled as soon as he caught sight of the pout on your face, standing up from where he was sat and moving across to lift the pan that you wanted down for him.
The smile on your face turned up as he did so, “the boys always tell me that you’re whipped, and times like this prove it.”
He shot a glare to you as he handed the pan to you, “which of the boys are telling you that I’m whipped? Who do I need to speak to at the studio tomorrow?”
“All of them,” you laughed, “I’m pretty sure all of them have said to me at one point or another that they think you’re whipped for me, they say that you do everything for me.”
“Isn’t that what any person is supposed to do in a relationship?”
“Apparently not according to the boys.”
Hyunjae:
Just about everyone’s eyes went wide as you and Jaehyun walked into the party in your outfits, matching just like you had planned to.
“No way,” Sangyeon laughed as Jaehyun sneaked away from you and across to the boys, “have you come as Mario and Luigi?”
“It wasn’t my idea,” Jaehyun frowned anxiously, “Y/N got all excited when she saw these costumes online, and when I saw how happy the idea made her, I just couldn’t say no to it.”
A couple of the boys pulled out their phones to make sure that they had a picture of Jaehyun, “this is going on the wall of shame.”
Jaehyun stood there and shrugged, knowing he couldn’t get out of anything. “Personally, I think there are worse characters that we could have come as.”
“You’re at a fancy dress party dressed as Mario,” Changmin reminded him, not that Jaehyun needed it, “you could not be more whipped, agreeing to this for Y/N.”
“If you guys would’ve seen her smile, you would’ve done the same.”
“No way, we’re not as whipped as you are.”
Juyeon:
Several sniggers came as Juyeon joined the rest of the boys at the checkout, placing down the items that he needed to buy with them all.
“That’s not all for you, is it?” Youngjae teased, spotting several items in Juyeon’s basket that didn’t seem appropriate for him.
“No,” he simply stated, trying his best to seem unbothered by their jokes, “Y/N asked me to pick up a few bits for her this evening, so I said that I’d get them whilst we’re here shopping.”
The boys struggled to control their smiles stood around him, “aren’t you such a good boyfriend?” Changmin teased, nudging his side.
Juyeon nodded proudly as he placed the items onto the travelator, “it’s only the same as shopping for a friend, or any of you doing shopping for your parents.”
“Of course,” Changmin agreed, “but if any of my friends asked me to pick up what you’ve picked up there, then I’d tell them to go out and get it themselves instead.”
“Everyone needs something, whether we need it or not too.”
“You’re so smooth when it comes to Y/N.”
Kevin:
The boys’ heads all shook as Kevin showed them a photo that he had taken of you last night whilst the two of you were out on a date.
“Doesn’t Y/N just look amazing?” He quizzed them all, expecting more of a reaction from them, getting very little in reply.
“We get it, you’re in love with her,” Youngjae spoke, pushing Kevin’s phone out of his face, “do we all really need to be shown your whole phone album of photos that you took last night.”
Kevin nodded as he skipped onto another photo, “I just want for you all to get the chance to see how great Y/N looked.”
Their eyes rolled as Kevin moved onto Jacob, “you’ve already shown me,” he quickly assured him, “everyone knows how whipped you are for her too.”
“Me? Whipped?” Kevin scoffed in disbelief, “is it a crime to be in love with your girlfriend and want everyone else to know how incredible they are as well?”
“As bad as you’re doing, I’d say it’s worth arresting you for.”
“You guys are terrible wingmen you know.”
New:
The sudden sound of someone rising to their feet caused several of the boys to look around, watching Chanhee rise from his seat.
“Y/N’s in trouble, you guys don’t mind if I head out for ten minutes, do you?” He asked, looking around at each one of the boys.
“Hasn’t Y/N got anyone else that she can ask for help to get her out of her mess?” Younghoon asked, with the boys moments away from heading back into their rehearsal after taking a break.
Chanhee’s head shook back at him, “no one that she can properly trust, but I promise that this won’t take me too long.”
Sangyeon glanced across at him too, “we all know that you’re going to go anyway because you’re whipped for Y/N, so you might as well hurry and get it done.”
“I’m not whipped,” Chanhee declared as he picked up his bag, “I’m just doing what any good boyfriend would do and helping their partner out when they need them.”
“Going and helping her and forgetting about work means you’re whipped.”
“You’re all just jealous singletons anyway.”
Q:
A hand around his wrist caused Changmin to stop, following the gaze of Sunwoo beside him who was looking down at his phone.
“Is that Y/N as your lock screen now too?” Sunwoo scoffed, “just when I think you can’t get anymore whipped, look at you now.”
“What?” Changmin innocently chuckled, locking his phone and placing it away, “one thing I definitely am not is a whipped boyfriend, I’m just nice to Y/N, that’s all that is it.”
Sunwoo’s head shook back at him, “I’ve seen the things you do, how you constantly drop everything for Y/N when she needs you?”
Changmin’s eyes went wide as Sunwoo spoke, “I don’t drop everything, but when she needs me, I’m going to be there, that doesn’t make me whipped for her.”
“You have no idea,” Sunwoo sniggered, shaking his head, “let me record you one day, show you all of the things that you do for Y/N, and you can see for yourself.”
“You can record me, but I bet that you’ll find absolutely nothing there.”
“Challenge accepted; I’ll prove you wrong.”
Juhaknyeon:
A shake of the head beside him caught Haknyeon’s attention as he and Kevin watched you walk into the building from a high up floor.
“Y/N’s wearing your jumper,” Kevin picked up straight away as they watched you on the ground, “your favourite jumper too.”
“Is she?” Haknyeon innocently smiled, knowing exactly what jumper you had on, the one that several of the boys had tried to borrow, but had never been allowed to take.”
A sheepish grin appeared on Haknyeon’s face. “You are so whipped,” Kevin roared, striking against Haknyeon’s arm.
His head shook in reply to him, “I’m not whipped, I just like to share things with Y/N. It’s only a jumper anyway, it’s hardly as if it’s any big deal.”
“I wanted that jumper a couple of months ago when it was snowing,” Kevin sighed, “of course, you were just saving it to give to Y/N so that you could treat her, and not me.”
“You’re not my boyfriend, why would I share any of my things with you?”
“And I’ve always been so kind to you.”
Sunwoo:
Confused eyes looked at the coffee cup holder that Sunwoo had in his hands, with one drink left in it after everyone took one.
“Did you buy yourself two coffees because you’re tired again?” Jaehyun joked as Sunwoo took a seat beside him with only one drink.
“The other is for Y/N, she said she’d stop by on her lunch break,” he informed them all, expecting the sighs that followed, “I want to make sure that she’s taking care of herself at work.”
Kevin particularly caught Sunwoo’s eyes, “Y/N is more than capable of taking care of herself, she eats and drinks just fine.”
Sunwoo nodded in agreement with him, “I like to just be sure though, and she always does little things like this for me too, you just don’t see it.”
“There is no way that Y/N is as whipped as you,” Juyeon remarked, “if there was a competition for the most whipped boyfriend, I reckon you’d be in with a shout for it.”
“I’m nowhere near as bad as you guys make me out to be you know.”
“You really have no idea how whipped you are.”
Eric:
A hand waving across his face finally brought Youngjae back into the room, looking around as he figured out what was going on.
“Have you paid attention to anything we’ve talked about tonight?” Jacob asked him, noticing him still on the first page of the booklet.
“I was kind of listening,” Youngjae spoke, scratching over the top of his head, “I want to listen, but I’m worrying about Y/N today, she’s got a big exam today that she’s worried about.”
It all quickly fell into place for Youngjae, “do you want to ring her and see how she got on so that you can focus again?”
Youngjae’s head shook back at Jaehyun’s offer, “she’ll be in the middle of the exam right now, ringing her is pointless, I’ll just wait until she’s done.”
“In the meantime, can you focus, and stop being whipped,” Jacob requested, “we’ve gone through ten pages of this, and you’ve not been listening to a single one of them.”
“I’m listening now, you guys have my full attention on all of this now.”
“You’ll think of Y/N in no time again.”
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saltyboyz · 1 year
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Wildflower
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genre: fluff , a 1 am drabble
pairing: hyunjae tbz x reader
summary: a late night convo
word count: idk but less than 1k for sure ?
warnings: none hopefully , not edited
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insecure isn’t it.
You’re secure in this relationship. In fact, you’re more than secure. You know you’re in this for the rest of your life and nothing about that scares you. You’re safe.
But the urge to ask doesn’t care about that.
“Do you still like me?”
The question comes out just a bit louder than expected. He was awake, you knew from the way he was breathing but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t at peace until now. Immediately, his face becomes illuminated by the light off his phone, one eye open and the other closed. He places his phone face down on the pillow to stare at you long and hard with sleepy eyes and completely confused.
“What?” He finally asks, sneaking a light chuckle in.
“It’s a yes or no type of answer.”
Hyunjae laughs this time, his loud open mouthed laugh, the kind you have to force yourself not to smile along with. But it’s too hard and you find yourself almost laughing with him, at yourself too. It’s a stupid question, one he’s heard far too many times but one he never gets tired of answering.
His long fingers come to reach the edge of your face, finding a strand of hair and tucking it behind your ear.
“I’m serious, Jae.” You prop your head up on your elbow, staring at him more intently as his smile grows.
“Of course I still like you. In fact, heres a good one for you, I love you. And I always will.”
“Yeah?” You smile down at him.
He struggles to reach you but in the end, managed a kiss to your lips as he nods. “Yes. I love you. I love every moment with you. All the ups and downs, I love when you wear your hair down over your shoulder, with those little flower clips in it, I love you even when you desperately need to shower-“ this deserves a smack to his chest, but it doesn’t stop him. “You complete me. So whether you like it or not, I’m always going to like you, no matter how many mistakes you make, okay?”
The same fingers from earlier trace down your jaw to your lips, pulling at your bottom lip with his pointer finger.
Upon hearing this, your heart melts. You suddenly feel mean for interrupting him and his attempt to fall asleep to ask such a dumb question but if you’re being honest, it was worth it. You never get tired of hearing how he feels about you. The whole thing warms your entire body warm up and soon after you let your body sink back down to eye level with him.
Now within reach, he leans in again to place another kiss to your lips, and another and a few more. His large hand placed on your cheek, holding your face close to his. Only when he’s out of breath does he back away and takes in a big breath of air.
He eyes your smiling figure once more before letting his own eyes close. You sigh softly from beside him and he takes it as a cue to finally go to sleep, both of you at ease. He takes in the silence, readjusts his body so it can fit yours into him, your head tucked right under his chin as he caresses your back and you can wrap your arms and legs around him however you’re most comfortable with.
One last kiss on your head, he’s about to wish you a goodnight when-
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”
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blythings · 2 months
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drabble requests are now open !!
who i write for: coriolanus snow (thg), billy the kid (tom blyth ver obvi), jeon wonwoo (seventeen), tom blyth (actor), lee hyunjae (the boyz), tba.
genres: angst, fluff, smut
some house rules:
i work full-time so posts will be sporadic. please refrain from asking for updates!
my personal preference is to write in third person, so i tend to write for ocs rather than the ‘x reader’ format, but i will do it occasionally! while my current and future fics will likely have named ocs, i’ll do my best to not use specific details for any requests.
i am not responsible for the content you consume. that being said, i am urging only people aged 18+ over to interact with my content. i am well into my twenties, so this is a boundary i wish to set.
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mae-gi-writes · 2 years
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DRIVER'S LICENSE || LEE HYUNJAE
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Driving lessons with your best friend seems pretty tame. Except, they're not.
Genre: bestfriends to lovers! Au, part-time uber driver hyunjae, young adult! Au, mentions of sexual harrassment.
Words: A lot.
A/N: I KNOW ITS BEEN SO LONG BUT I SWEAR I AM STILL WRITING. i just have no time to be constant so i apologize for my sporadic updates :( enjoy this one! It's a cute one!
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"You can cry if you want."
You hope the glare you throw Hyunjae over the rim of your glasses is enough to shut him up. But like anything else, Hyunjae never does know how to shut up about stuff. Any stuff, for that matter.
He babbles on, unknown to the murderous intent forming at the back of your head, "I mean, you could have done all you could but driving is hard. You're not a loser for failing and you're definitely not a loser for crying about it."
"I swear I will throw this tomato at your face if you don't stop talking," you warn, hand already reaching for the tomato beside your chopping board. You're in the middle of cooking up a simple lentil and tomato stew, not bothered with your usual meat and vegetables combo that work supposed wonders on your diet and lifestyle (whatever the fuck that means).
You're usually not this carefree when it comes to food. You always have your meals planned for the week, the weekend, the snacks, everything in between. You've grown up this way, counting nutrients and macros and micro calories until it comes as natural as breathing does.
But you're a mess right now. You're a mess and you don't give a flying pig's fuck whether you're eating all the right nutrients for the day. Not today. Nope.
It's just... you do know that driving isn't everything. It's not. There's wars happening, there are people losing their lives, there are countries struggling to keep their finances afloat and families who are counting every penny they're making just to make it through another day. And when you put things into perspective, you can't help but think of how privileged you are to be even standing here, in a flat of your own with food you buy with your own money. Your family is safe, your family is healthy. Honestly, what more do you need?
And yet.
And yet.
That driving test had been so important to you. You'd already put aside some money to buy this second-hand toyota vitz that you've had your eyes on for over six months, you want -- no, crave -- this desire to drive. To be free.
And the worst part -- you could've done so much better than this. Than whatever had happened on the road this morning.
"What mistakes did you make? You're allowed up to three mistakes until you fail right?" Hyunjae asks as he lifts himself up from the couch, where he's been stationed for the past hour, "do you need help by the way?"
"No I don't," your scowl deepens despite knowing Hyunjae and the driving test are not related. Not onr bit, "I crossed the yellow box at the intersection. And I turned a little too aggressively apparently. And then there was stupid stuff too, like switching lanes. I was too close to the white line as I waited."
"Bullshit."
"See?! It is bullshit! I mean, the errors are so ambiguous!" Your hands shoot up in exasperation, "I don't get it! And some people pass on the first try."
Hyunjae can't help but snort, "like me."
"You don't have to rub that in my face."
You're too busy sliding in your tomatoes into the pot to notice Hyunjae's figure moving over to stand next to you, until your elbow bumps into his stomach.
"Ouch," he grimaces.
"What do you expect? You're in my way," you answer back with a roll of your eyes. You stir the pot, the aroma lifting up in the air and making you sigh in bliss. Hyunjae does the same. He's always loved your stews.
"I can help you out."
You don't look at him as you ask, "with what?"
"With the driving."
This time, you look up at him, browa furrowed in confusion, "you? Helping me with my driving? You barely even have time for yourself."
"I've cleared up my schedule for uber so I'm free on Wednesdays and Fridays. And the weekend."
"I thought you needed money," you turn to fetch two bowls from your cabinet, only to see them in Hyunjae's hands, ready to be served.
"I do, do you wanna pay me?"
You punch him lightly in the arm, grabbing one bowl at a time to serve a decent helping and of course, adding extra chicken pieces to the said young man's bowl.
"Are you serious?" You can't help but ask because in all honesty, Hyunjae ia a good driver, "I can definitely pay you...if that's not too much trouble for you."
"It'll be more fun to hear you complain while driving, that's for sure."
You show him the middle finger in response, which makes him laugh before following you to the dining table cramped with two chairs.
"So is that a yes?" Hyunjae asks with a mischievous gleam that makes him look like a little kid.
You throw him a pointed look, "I'm going to ask you again: you're sure about this?"
"Hundred percent."
"Do I get a discount?"
"No."
"Why?" You can't help but whine out, leaning over the table to give him the best puppy eyes you can muster up, "I can pay you back in free meals."
A spark lights up Hyunjae's eyes. He grins, cocking his head to the side, "now that, is a good deal."
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"Watch out for the sidewalk--No! Don't--Don't turn!"
It's your first lesson with Hyunjae and it has been a week since the start of your small arrangement. It's Friday afternoon and you'd skipped your business management class in favour of driving around the neighbourhood with Hyunjae. Him, on the other hand, had cleared his schedule of any uber activities. And for that you're grateful.
However, it seems that your best friend has a temperament. And you're not quite sure whether that works at your advantage or not.
"Jesus Y/n," Hyunjae's breathing hard by the time you swerve back into your respected lane, chest heaving up and down and if you watch closely enough, you're certain you can spot the sweat dripping down his face, "no wonder you didn't pass your driving test."
"Thanks Hyun, that's exactly what I wanna hear right now," you retort.
"What do you want me to say? That you're an excellent driver when you're a danger hazard?!"
"Well no--but a little support would've been nice!"
He snorts at that, arms crossing over his chest, "you don't need support. You need someone to actually show you how to drive," a pause as you hit the brakes at the red light before you. That gives him a little moment to breathe. You see him turn towards you at the corner of your eye, "why didn't you continue with that driving school you used to go to?"
Instantly, your mood turns sour.
You don't answer. The light turns green and with a little more force than necessary, you swivel to the right, following the traffic crawling up one of the main streets.
"Hellooo," Hyunjae, however, doesn't pick up on the sudden change in mood, "you could at least not ignore the person trying to help you out here."
"I didn't have time."
You do know that your voice is coming out colder than expected. You hope Hyunjae is too oblivious to care.
"In any case -- oh, go. The car's moving," he directs you forward upon seeing the traffic ease up, "slowly, make sure to check out the upcoming red light. They dock marks when it turns yellow."
"That's such bull."
"Uhuh. Go right. Keep your vehicle steady," his hand rests on yours, gently turning the wheel and navigating you into the right position. You notice how big his hand is in comparison to yours.
You're turning onto another side road when you aak, "Has your hand always been this big?"
"Pfft. Honey, my hands have always been big," he wriggles his brows, "if you know what I mean."
You shove him, "dick."
You try not to let yourself think about what happened in driving school back then. The memory still haunts you even to this day, despite you brushing it off and hoping to carry this secret to your grave. There are many things you regret in life. One of them is continuing on with it despite of what was happening. How stupid--pathetic--an idiot.
Hyunjae, of course, doesn't know anything.
You meet him a few days later for another lesson in the heart of the city and you're waiting where driving school students usually do, when your eyes suddenly spot a familiar green vehicle in the distance.
You freeze.
It's him.
You blink. A shiver runs down your spine. Fear.
A hand on your thigh. You, unmoving, terror spreading like venom.
A voice in your ear. Disgusting.
The car turns and a gasp leaves you upon spotting his face. The world suddenly comes to a halt, blood freezing and air suddenlt getting sucked out of your chest.
It would have been impossible to avoid him forever. But you hadn't expected to see him again this soon.
You feel trapped. You can't breathe. Your legs feel like cement, stuck to the ground.
Your voice. You can't speak, you can't--
"Y/N."
You jump. Swivel around to see Hyunjae waiting for you with a confused furrow to his brow. He's looking pretty good, with a simple white shirt, checkered shirt thrown over the top, and dark jeans and sneakers to match.
"I've been calling your name for ages, you asleep or wha--" his words are cut off when you stride towards him, grab his arm to pull him away. Away from him. Away from all the mwntal pictures flashing before your eyes.
"Y/N?" He's calling after you, worry now lining his voice, "what-- what's wrong?"
"I--nothing I just--where's your car?"
"Y/N--Hold on. Wait," he grabs your shoulders, turning you around with a firm grip that's impossible to escape and though you avoid his eyes, drop your gaze to the ground, you know from the way he's tightened his hold that it hasn't escaped his notice.
He waits though. Until your door is closed, until you're already pulling out of the parking lot without a backwarda glance. Until you're driving down the road at full speed as if you're on the run for your life.
You don't know how much time has elapsed until Hyunjae calls your name. Once. Twice.
"Y/N."
"What?"
"Can you pull over to the side?" He points towards a free spot where another car is pulling out. You diligently slide in, and Hyunjae grabs onto the wheel for assistance. He makes sure you're well settled into your space before turning to you in a way that makes you squirm in place.
"Care to tell me what that was about?" His tone is serious, causing you to look away and swallow hard.
Of course he deserves explanations. It's just that... you don't know how to tell him.
"And don't tell me it's nothing," he cuts off your mental scramble with a finality to his tone, "you can't hide that from me Y/N. Who do you take me for?"
Crap.
"There's nothing to say," you lie. But it's useless, because Hyunjae has seen the fear stretching across your face, has noticed the terror glazing your eyes over.
His hand grasps your wrist, a familiar action he does whenever he tries calming you down, "tell me, Y/N."
You can't keep it in any longer.
You break.
You tell him everything. About how it had started with comments on your appearance at first, how pretty you looked today, how beautiful the clothes fitted on your body. You'd thought it weird but not weird enough to stop. So a polite thank you was your only response. Apparently, that had only escalated from there. His hand, venturing under the wheel to touch your knee, then slide up your thigh. And you, driving, terrified that doing something about it would be overreacting. Was it overreacting? You weren't sure. Of anything. And you were ashamed.
So ashamed.
The more you speak, the more tense Hyunjae seems to become. His jaw clenches and he fists his hand so hard in his lap that his knuckles turned white. He doesn't look at you, instead keeps his gaze on the vehicle before him and finally, when you're done and drying your eyes with the edge of your sweater while avoiding his at all costs, Hyunjae's hand slowly slips up to your shoulder and pulls you in.
He hugs you to his chest, not minding that your bodies were separated by a joystick. He tucks your head into the crook of his neck and it was only upon noticing the trail of tears on his shirt that you realize you're crying.
"I'm sorry," you attempt to pull away but Hyunjae halts you, arms locked into an iron cage of comfort that leaves you no choice but to melt even further into him.
When he speaks next, his voice is filled with silent, seething rage.
"How long has this been going on for?"
It scares you. And yet, the concern, the security that pools around you in layers of warmth in the form of Hyunjae's figure. He makes you feel safe. Heard. And most of all, not judged.
You shake your head. Time had blurred the moment this started happening. As if a recurring nightmare that would go on and on without end.
"Did he do anything else, Y/N?"
You don't answer, hiding your face into Hyunjae's neck.
"Y/N. I need to know. Did he do anything else?"
Maybe it's the way Hyunjae speaks that make you shiver. But you answer in a hoarse murmur:
"He--tried. But--I... I uhm, I--"
Hyunjae hugs you even tighter in response, though you can feel the physical tension running through his veins. He's burning, ready to explode and knowing Hyunjae, he's bound to get into a reckless fight just because of you.
"I'll kill him." He grovels out.
His words make your heart jump. You tug onto his shirt in response, "don't," you murmur, pulling back to look up at him, "don't do anything stupid."
He doesn't respond, but you feel his jaw clench. Reaching up to cup his cheek and turning his face to yours, you continue, "it's not worth it. And it's already done."
"He hurt you."
"Well, technically--"
"He hurt you, Y/N." Hyunjae's eyes darken menacingly, "I don't--I can't--" taking in a breath, he exhales shakily as though trying to regain a sense of control, "I can't let that slide."
"You can't beat him up for it. There's no proof. And you can't complain either--"
Anger flares through his nostrils, "what about the other girls he did that to? Are you just going to let it slide?"
"It's not worth it, not for you. If anything, I'm the one that should do something about it, " you try catching his gaze with your eyes after a moment of deliberately ignoring them, he does. And the anguish, the amount of emotion running, swirling through them is enough to knock the air out of your chest in one single breath.
You don't know how long you stare up at Hyunjae, him doing the same. You don't notice that his other arm has fallen to your waist, gently caressing the bit of skin underneath your shirt. Nor do you notice the way his heart speeds up as if he's just run a marathon in five minutes.
"Will you?"
"Hm?" you blink back to focus. Since when has Hyunjae been so close to you? Absentmindedly, you hear a car honk in the distance to remind you that you're still in the parking lot, and this is definitely still a public space.
"Will you do something about it?"
"I--" suddenly, it feels too hard to breathe. Hyunjae probably notices your inner turmoil, for he shushes you, hand smoothing down your back and pressing his head atop yours.
"I'm sorry I raised my voice at you," comes his murmur.
You shake your head, "that's nothing to apologize for."
"I still think you should go and report him to the driving school company he works for, at least."
Biting down so hard on your lip that you taste blood, you allow your eyes to fall to Hyunjae's collarbones and notice, for the first time, that he's got a scatter of moles across his neck. Cute.
"I will," you mumble in hopes that he'll be convinced. He isn't.
He grips your shoulders, turns you to him and says, "I know it's hard and I don't want to push you to do something you don't want to. But for the goodness of everyone else's and for the safety of the other students that are taking his lessons, you should report him."
You lower your head to his shoulder, "...I will."
How you will do such a thing, you're not quite sure.
But one thing you do know is that you haven't felt more safe anywhere else but in Hyunjae's arms and you wish this, this feeling can last forever.
As if listening in to your thoughts, Hyunjae snuggles even closer to you, dares a small kiss to be pressed upon your forehead.
"What's that for?" Your words echo against his nape.
He shifts against you without answering, though you hear his heart rate pick up through his chest.
"What?"
"You just..." your voice trails off at the last two words, "kissed me."
"No I didn't."
"Hm. Could've fooled me."
----
Nothing else was said on the matter of the forehead kiss. You did, however, pluck up your courage with two hands and, with Hyunjae's help, deposited a formal comppaint to the police station. Thankfully, both officers are kind and gentle with you, listening in attentively and assuring you that they will be looking into the matter as soon as possible.
"Since when has this been happening?" One of them asked while the other has his pen ready in hand. Outside, you can hear the bustling of police officers mixed in with landlines ringing in caocphony. It's no wonder the police are always running around the clock.
Is this a mistake? Just a waste of time?
"Hey," Hyunjae's voice brings you back to reality, one of his hands coming to a rest upon your own before he squeezes it softly.
Your eyes flutter up to meet his, and his tender smile makes your ribs contract.
"You okay?" He asks.
You croak out, "yeah."
You've never seen auch an attentive side to him before so it does surprise you, the way he coaxes words out of you as you continue babbling on about what your driving instructor had done, the way he gently guides you down the corridor, away from the policemen, away from the thought of what you'd just confessed in your own words.
He pushes open the door so that you can step outside and you take a shaky inhale, not noticing the way your best looks at you as if you've just opened up a whole entire universe to his eyes. A universe at which you're the center.
"Thank you," you can't meet his eyes. Not after everything that had just transpired.
"You don't have to thank me, Y/N."
"I do. It--that--I--" you stutter over your words as emotion catches in your throat, "I never would've been able to do that without you."
A few beats of silence pass, in which he gazes down at you, and you back up at him. Something stirs in the air, as new as a baby bird shaking its wings, as new as a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon for the first time.
His hand reaches for yours, pulls you closer until you have no choice but to look up at him, and the depth in his eyes makes your heart jump up to your throat.
"Proud of you," he murmurs.
You can't help but smile, "shut up."
"I really am," he pushes a strand of hair off your face. You feel the heat of a blush creep up your face. What? This is Hyunjae, the guy who'd make fun of you because you'd always sleep with your mouth open!
"W-We should probably head back." You stammer and proceed to side-step him. He lets you, allows the distance to grow once more between your bodies as you walk up to the said car. Nothing else is said during the drive back home and, despite the heavy realization that maybe you have a teeny tiny crush on your best friend, you try not to give that away when you say goodbye with a small sidehug.
"I'll see you around," you'te already gathering your things, scrambling to get out and away from him as soon as possible.
You don't even wait for him to say bye.
----
You could've imagined it.
The forehead kiss.
His hand holding yours.
The way he looks at you.
The more you try to push it out of your mind, the more Hyunjae seems to come haunt you.
You continue your driving lessons once per week, which does not help matters in the least. It's as if you brought your best friend back and yet, he'd do something like put his hand on the back of your seat, or place his hand upon yours to steer you in the right lane. More often than not, Hyunjae would lean over to direct you and you'd get a whiff of his deodorant. And oh my, had he always smelled this good?
"Earth to Y/N."
"What?" Your head whips up only to catch Hyunjae's eye as he strides to you. His hair is parted sideways this morning and he can almost pass as a model with those tight-ass jeans, black v-neck and metal chain hanging just above his collarbone.
The thing is, you've known Hyunjae all your life. You know that he knows how good he looks. And he'd played with those cards without fault today apparently.
" it's the D-Day," he grins wickedly, "how do you feel?"
"Like I'm about to throw up."
He takes a seat beside you, "you drive well. You just have to be careful of your turns and that you don't run over any red lights."
"But it's so hard! And you know how unlucky I am when it comes to that!"
"You'll be fine," he holds your gaze, "I promise."
You were not.
It's only fifteen minutes later that you step out of the police car, tears stinging the back of your eyes as you make your way back to the police station as shame crawls all over your tummy. The police woman recites off all your mistakes but you're barely listening, the rush in your ears so loud that you only nod in response to all her complaints and by the time you do make it out of the police office, you're disoriented, lost. Unsure of what to do.
You find Hyunjae or rather, he finds you in the middle of the parking lot, glassy-eyed and flushed to your toes.
"I'm such a loser," is the first thing you say to him, almost laughing at yourself. Except this situation is not funny at all and you soon realize that you’ll have to do this again, and again, and again, until you somehow miraculously get this stupid piece of paper that doesn’t even mean much in the real world. That fact alone is frustrating in itself and you swear you almost break down right then and there, if not for Hyunjae’s firm grasp on your shoulder, propelling you out of your thoughts.
“You did nothing wrong,” he looks into your eyes, searches your gaze until he’s sure you’re finally looking at him and not through him, “and we’ll keep trying until you get it. There’s no shame in failing a driving test Y/N. You know that right?”
“For you probably,” you mumble.
He pulls you into a hug then, as if that might solve all the problems that seem to burst out of your life. Though it does calm you down, the way his chest presses against yours, the way his warmth engulfs your entirety, like you can drown yourself in him if you really want to.
You briefly wonder whether he’s aware of the effect he has on you, but decide against saying anything. You’ve said enough for today.
So you only hold on to him even tighter if that’s possible before breathing in deep. Hyunjae’s scent fills your nose and you’d be a liar to say that it doesn’t ease your worries, because it does.
You’re not sure how you feel about that.
The more you try to push away thoughts of your best friend being what people called "boyfriend material", the more his presence haunts you. It's impossible to go five minutes without thinking of the way his body feels when he leans over you, or the way his hand covers yours, or the way butterflies erupt in your chest when he looks at you for a little too long.
To the point where it annoys you, grates at your nerves. So annoying.
It seems though, that fate isn't on your side, when you bump into him on your way home from work.
"Hello stranger," his face eases out into that mischievous grin that makes your cheeks warm. You look away, as if burnt, "you've been avoiding me."
"I've been busy," you retort, "and I have other friends."
"But I'm your favourite, right?" He wriggles his brows as he follows you to your said bus stop. It's the middle of the week, around five in the evening, and the place is void from people.
That doesn't help. That leaves you alone with him. You can't have that.
"What's going on with your driving? You haven't asked to meet up after your test," Hyunjae asks.
"Ugh I don't even want to think about it," you grumble.
"You don't want to pay me anymore?"
"Stop being so dramatic, Hyunjae. You know that's a lie."
"So you're avoiding me then?"
"What makes you think that?" You scoff, looking down at the scuff of your shoes, at the end of your road. Anything to avoid Hyunjae if you can help it.
"Well you're not looking at me, for one."
You look up, frowning, "that's not--"
Hyunjae stepping forward to trap you against the wall of the bus stop has you yelping in shock. Dipping his head towards yours with a smirk that causes you to squirm in place, his arm presses against the wall to trap you in, heat against heat. Tempting.
Your head is buzzing. You feel dizzy. Light-headed.
Suddenly, it's hard to breathe.
“What are you—“ the words catch in the back of your throat upon seeing his face up close, so close to yours. You turn your head away, only for his fingers to grasp your chin, turn you back to face him with again, that mischievous glint in his eye, almost as if he’s a five year old boy ready to tease you senseless about your unexplainable crush on him—
You do not have a crush on him. As if on cue, you take a sharp breath.
Hyunjae notices, causing his smirk to grow wider, “so,” he says as casually as you would discuss today’s weather forecast, “my dear Y/N, I’d like to ask you something—“
“Please don’t.”
“—Because I think that you and I have—“
“Shut up Hyunjae—“
“—still have things to discuss and you—“
“I said shut up!”
“—do you like me like I do?”
You’re about ready to kick him at this point, to throttle him with bare hands. That is, until the weight of his words sink in.
You blink up at him, momentarily lost. Did you hear him correctly or is that another figment of your imagination? Because in a universe tucked away from this reality, you and Hyunjae are — well, if you’re being honest with yourself — fully immersed in each other’s being. It’s a pathetic secret that you’ve merely realized was true a few nights ago as you lay in bed, wide-eyed and staring up at the ceiling, and wondered why your heart beat so fast whenever Hyunjae’s name floats to mind.
Hyunjae prods the side of your hip, bringing you out of your sudden daze, “hello? Did you hear what I just said?”
“Wha—I—Did you—I—“ you can’t help but splutter out and making him chuckle deeply as his hand reaches up to curl a strand of hair behind your ear. You feel the heat ignite within your chest, so tight and bundled up in a knot of fire that makes you squirm in place and — why the heck was he so close?!
Amused brown eyes gaze down at your flushed face, though his grip on your chin is firm, stopping any attempts for you to hide your face somewhere, anywhere. His body, his warmth, you can feel it. The heat that buzzes between you, a tension that’s been pulled tight like an elastic band and ready to pop at any given moment.
“Hey,” Hyunjae murmurs.
You bite your lip. Your eyes flit to his, then back up to his.
Your heart lurches at the tenderness swimming in his orbs.
“Wh-What?” Your heart is pounding.
“Are we…” Hyunjae searches your gaze for a moment as the tension wraps around you in a tighter embrace, “…can I…kiss you?””
You don’t know what to say. You don’t know what you can say to such words, except that there’s no denying the jolt that your heart gives, practically jumping up your throat as it tightens. Which is why you blurt out the first thing that comes to mind:
“Are you flirting with me?”
Hyunjae blinks. You blink back. Then, horror seeps in.
Oh no.
Oh no no no—
But he bursts out laughing, “yes Y/N, I am — well, no — I’m trying to flirt with you. I have been trying for ages now.”
“Stop shitting me.”
“I swear it on my mother’s head that I am not shitting you,” Hyunjae’s hand releases your chin to raise it at his side and despite yourself, you miss the warmth of his fingertips, “ask the rest of the boys if you’re not convinced.”
“Is this why you wanted to give me driving lessons?”
“Well…” He grimaces, “partly, yes. But I also genuinely wanted you to pass your driving test.”
That earns him a hit on his arm, causing him to yelp, “ouch! What? What did I do? I helped you!” He whines out like a kicked puppy and though you’re aware that Hyunjae is a little too close and that it should’ve made you more uncomfortable that he’s in your personal space, you can’t help but laugh at his expression. He joins you soon enough, all grins and smiles. His free hand absentmindedly drops to your hip to draw comforting circles.
Your small moment is broken when a bus pulls up. Your bus. And though you should’ve been more surprised when the said young man decidedly hops on to accompany you home, there’s something that shifted in the air between you. The ball is in your court now, you know Hyunjae feels and there’s a warm glow that seems to spread across your heart and tingle at your fingertips the more time you spend pondering over the thought that yes, you want this. You want this as much as he does. Maybe more.
He goes back to being your best friend during the bus ride home and it isn’t until he walks you up to your apartment door that nervousness creeps up on you again.
“Thanks for dropping me off. You didn’t have to do that,” you tell him.
He answers with a raised brow, “I only accompanied you home because I’m waiting for an answer. A positive one, hopefully.”
“What answer?” You play dumb.
“Don’t make me repeat it again. My ego’s already gone under the bus. Do you really have to do that?”
You only grin up at him.
He sighs, “fine. Y/N, I like you and I’d like to know if you like me too because otherwise I don’t think we’ll be able to be best friends anymore. On top of that, I don’t think I can keep the promise of being your best man at your wedding—“
Your hand clamps upon his t-shirt and you tug him down, cutting off his speech as your lips press against his in a short, sweet kiss.
Hyunjae’s eyes are glazed over when you pull back, looking at you as if he’s seeing you for the first time.
“Wow.” He murmurs, and before you know it he’s wrapped his arms around you, pushed you back against your front door, before his lips lock upon yours.
Wow is an understatement.
His mouth, so gentle yet firm, opens up against yours. His arms firmly press you to his chest and your hands flatten against his t-shirt, instinctively curling into the material when he parts your mouth and kisses you till your head starts spinning. You never would’ve taken Hyunjae for a gentle kisser, but the way he handles you with care — cupping your face with one hand to tilt your head sideways — causes tingles of excitement to shoot down to your stomach down to your toes.
Every color of the rainbow imaginable bursts behind your lids the more you kiss like you’ll never kiss again for the rest of your life. Pressing you against the door, a gasp suddenly falls from your mouth upon feeling his chest against yours, and that urges his tongue to slip past your lips into your mouth. You moan softly, the slightest of sounds that rumble at the back of your throat, but Hyunjae’s satisfied growl is enough to send your stomach cartwheeling with fireworks. His hands pull you even more insistently, slipping past the material of your shirt to rest against your naked skin, leaving you gasping against him as your hands slip up to the back of his head to fist into those gorgeous locks of his.
Hyunjae grunts in pleasure, tongue tangling up with yours and one hand tracing random shapes along the small of your spine. One of his legs slip between your thighs, causing you to gasp at the sensation. His only response is to drop a hand to your thigh and before you realize what he’s doing, he’s pulled your leg up to hook it around his waist as another soft growl of satisfaction rumbles from the back of his throat.
You can't hold back the whimper escaping you as he traces patterns up your clothed thigh.
"Hyunjae," you gasp out when your lips disentangle so that his dot a line of kisses down to your jaw, "you--"
You never thought of your best friend, capable of doing such things.
You never thought of your best friend, and doing such things with him.
It causes heat to spring up your entire body. It feels all kinds of wrong and all kinds of right at the same time. But one thing for sure is that it feels good. Too good.
He grumbles out something that sounds like, "don't move," mouth echoing kisses along your neck. He brushes along a sensitive spot, causing you to let out a sharp breath and grasp onto his shirt like he's the last thing keeping you afloat.
Pulling back only for air, you're met with his brown eyes filled with such naked affection that makes your tummy twist inside out.
Your nose brushes against his tenderly. With affection.
And when he gives you a smile, it is one filled with a feeling so exhilarating that it knocks the air out of your chest.
He's so beautiful.
"I--" you're at loss for words. What to say when there's nothing that can match the way he makes you feel?
And when he speaks next, his alto has dipped to a murmur:
"I like you."
Your breath catches in your throat.
"I mean, I wouldn't be kissing you if I didn't," he chuckles nervously, pulling back and allowing his hold on your thigh to fall slack, "I couldn't help myself, sorry, maybe I should've asked--"
You tug him to you and kiss his next words away, and the young man moans, kissing back hungrily, even following your lips once you pull back.
"I would've punched you if I didn't like you," you whisper.
As if unconsciously, your hand reaches up to his cheek, thumb stroking over his cheekbone.
He shivers at your touch, leans into it before closing his eyes, "so...you think we can go out for a coffee sometime?"
You can't help the smile that breaks over your face, "if you let me drive us there."
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six thirty | l.jh
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hyunjae x reader, fluff, angst tbh
~700 words
song recommendation: six thirty • ariana grande
(omg this was made for an ask event for someone who requested a fluff about jealous hyunjae AND I ACCIDWNTALLY DELETED THE ASK but here it is muahaha hope u see this whoever asked <3)
“I just wonder, baby, if you're gonna stay, even if one day I lose it and go crazy.”
it was during practice one day on the soccer field that hyunjae came out of the locker room with changmin and eric. all of their words were drowned out once he saw you standing on the sidelines. he was immensely grateful for having you as a supportivepartner whenever you showed up to practice and his matches. you and sunwoo hadn’t yet noticed hyunjae and the boys approaching. he was happy to see you laughing around with sunwoo, but couldn’t help but feel a sense of longing for you when you playfully pushed at his shoulder at a joke.
“hey princess” hyunjae brought you closer by wrapping an arm around your waist.
“hyunjae.” you looked up at him with a doting smile when he pecked the top of your head.
…..
a day later they didn’t have practice so you and hyunjae agreed to meet up at a cafe on campus. he was waiting inside when he saw you and sunwoo walking together. you hanging out with sunwoo wasn’t a rare occurrence since you two were friends before dating hyunjae. but now that you and sunwoo had a class together, you’ve been spending more time with him.
“bye sunwoo!” you waved to him at the door. hyunjae watched as you approached him at his seat.
“hi hyunjae” you reached for hyunjaes hand and gave it a small squeeze.
“I missed you so much” he dramatically whined and held your hand to his face to kiss.
you chuckled at his actions. “You saw me just a few hours ago, dummy”
“Are you down? Down like sunsets, down like my head on your chest.”
it was 10 something pm and a song was softly playing in the background. you guys had finished a movie and both got tired so here you were cuddling with hyunjae on his bed. you ran your fingers through the curly hair on his head while it was resting on your chest. his arms hugging you and legs tangled with yours.
a notification went off on your phone, causing you to check it and let out a laugh that caught hyunjaes attention.
“hm?” he hummed, his head lifting a bit to meet your eyes.
“look what sunwoo sent me.” you showed a funny cat photo to hyunjae.
you were expecting a laugh from him too but instead were met with silence. you craned your head to look down at hyunjae, showing the saddest pout on his face. you immediately dropped your phone and positioned yourself to face him.
“oh no…. my pretty boy what’s wrong?” you held his face softly in both of your palms. lightly brushing his cheek with your thumb to comfort him.
“Am I enough to keep your love? When I’m older and stuff will you still have a crush?”
he hated that he felt this way over you just interacting with sunwoo. he hated to admit that to you even more. but he couldn’t help the green pang in his chest when sunwoo seemed to take all of your attention even when hyunjae seemed to have you all for his self. he contemplated telling you it’s nothing, eyes avoiding yours while he thought about what to say, or what to reveal.
“you’re only mines right?” he looked into ur eyes, and only shut them briefly to place a small peck on your thumb.
you smiled softly, knowing hyunjae had his insecure moments at times, you thought he need comforting with his upcoming soccer game that he expressed being nervous about.
You ran a hand through his fluffy mount of hair, and kissed the top of his forehead. then his nose, then his lips.
“I’m yours.” you sincerely gazed into his shining eyes. The cute anticipating look on his face made you smile.
he returned the kisses you gave him with a deep smooch on the lips. you giggled at the sudden aggressiveness of it causing hyunjae to finally break a smile. he hid his face in your chest again and seemingly began to doze off. a minute later though you could hear him mutter against your chest,
“and certainly not sunwoos.”
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bearrymilk · 2 years
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Trouble | L. Hj
Hyunjae x Reader || College au || WC: 3.7k
When someone is known to be trouble, people would tend to stay away from them. But perhaps, that didn't apply to you.
Genre: slight angst, romance, slice of life
Warnings: suggestive, implied content, mentions of drinking
Notes: So...this might be a bit messy or all over the place, but this is something I wanted to write to de-stress from work...or maybe it's just a self-indulgent piece to explore Hyunjae's mischievous yet sweet side ;)
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“That boy is trouble.”
Or so they’d say.
Lee Hyunjae was the student everyone hated out of jealousy; he was a bit of a troublemaker yet so very mysterious and private with his personal life. He was smart and cocky. He was talented and would flaunt it if needed. 
But he was also loved immensely; he was charming and an expert at smooth talking. He had a smile that could light up the whole campus and eyes that carried warmth, albeit faux. 
He could have anyone wrapped around his finger if he desired, and that made him both despicable yet desirable. Getting involved with him would surely bring trouble for you.
“Textbook badboy”, Younghoon, your best friend would tell you, but really, you were never one to pay attention to such things.
So when a day of skipping classes due to a fever resulted in you getting paired with Hyunjae to work on a research paper, you weren’t affected by it. When Younghoon was asked by the professor to inform you, and while he expected you to be iffy about it, you merely told your friend a simple “it’s fine with me”.
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The day you returned to class, people gossiped here and there about “what could happen” or that “y/n should be careful”, but you merely shook those off, making a beeline to where Hyunjae sat alone, texting one of his friends. Smiling, you greet him and wave as warmly as possible.
“Hi. Hyunjae, right?” you say.
Hyunjae is quick to flash a charismatic smile, tilting his head to the side as he replies, “Yeah. Can I help you?”
You maintain your smile, “I’m y/n, the one who was assigned as your partner. Sorry, I had to stay home ‘cause of a fever yesterday.”
Hyunjae chuckles, and you somehow understand why people fall prey to his charms — the sound of his chuckle alone is magical. “It’s fine. Kim Younghoon told me he was your friend and that you’d be coming to class today.” he says.
“Ah, great.” you chuckle, “That saves us the introductions and all.”
Hyunjae sits there, smiling, and you aren’t sure if he’s judging you or something; you end up staring at him rather blankly, which actually amuses him (because most people would be flirting with him, at this point). It’s only when he reaches his hand out that you realize that you were indeed staring, and a sheepish chuckle escapes you as you grip his hand back. “Looking forward, partner.” he laughs, shaking your hand.
“Good luck to us then.” you grin with him.
And despite the intrigued gasps and hushed whispers from your classmates, you compliantly sit down when the male nods his head towards the seat next to his. As you face him, Hyunjae’s smiling a little too sweetly for a first-time meeting — your brain may have pulled up a file on the rumors and reputation that surrounds the male — but you opt to not think too much about it and mirror the smile before turning away to ready your notes for class.
Hyunjae is intrigued, and, well, what Hyunjae wants, Hyunjae gets.
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Girls in your class would warn you — “Hyunjae is trouble the minute you fall for him”, they would say. And to be fair, falling for Hyunjae was the last thing on your mind, given that you spoke to him simply because you were automatically paired for class groupings.
You weren’t sure if the girls were genuinely concerned and were trying to prevent some cliched college heartbreak, or they were just trying to get you to stay away from their target. Nonetheless, you’d tell the girls that your relationship with Hyunjae was merely for academic purposes.
And for the first few weeks, you stuck to that claim and never contacted or interacted with Hyunjae unless it was for working together on the research paper requirement. No meetings outside of studying, and no texting when finished with the day’s work.
It stayed like that — or at least until the male decided to hit you up with conversations outside of your usual study meet-ups.
Initially, you indulged Hyunjae in his conversations, harmlessly replying back since you really didn’t have anything else to do. Eventually, you found yourself amused and intrigued with the things he’d say, now genuinely absorbed in whatever he wanted to talk about.
Similarly, meetings extended to beyond just “studying”, and you found yourselves hanging out and spending time with each other outside of campus for reasons other than…well, studying.
When questioned about the nature of your friendship, you’d say that Hyunjae was your friend. And maybe Hyunjae didn’t really do the whole “friendship” thing (unless it was his childhood friend, Eric), but he didn’t say anything. Not that it mattered.
Despite the rumors that surrounded him, you enjoyed his company as you would with Younghoon or your other friends. There was more to his reputation than the trouble-making, heart-breaking Hyunjae.
He was smart, talented in many ways, and even showed glimpses of a man who was just as sweet as the most chivalrous person one could think of.
And though you wouldn’t admit it, you saw why people would fawn over him; no, not like them, exactly. They’d desire him for his oh-so perfect body, desperate to be magically touched because word is that Hyunjae is “skilled in bed just as he is skilled in sports”.
But that was all he was to them, right? Who cared if falling prey to him risked a broken heart? Such risk was a small price to pay as long as they’d get a taste of Lee Hyunjae.
But you — you began to see attraction beyond that. Hyunjae was both the storm and the calm, causing trouble yet pacifying it for you. He was dark and menacing like the night, but also bright and warm like the day. Something about the male — who he was deep inside — had you wanting more. More time with him. More of him. Whatever that meant.
You were selfish, perhaps, but judging by the lingering gazes and daring smirks he sent your way many times, a part of you suspected that he wanted more of you as well.
And maybe that desire would find itself flooding both your veins, waiting for the right moment to consume from within.
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The right moment in question, it would seem, turned out to be in a party meant for all the business majors, and that would include you and Hyunjae.
Typical college party scene. Drinks, music, love, drama. Everyone is either drinking, dancing, socializing or finding ways to hook up with someone.
Hyunjae, obviously used to this, had admirers and tipsy party-goers clinging to him and fighting their way into his heart…or pants, anyway. But the male had his eyes on you — the “friend” he dragged along to the party.
You were not innocent and naive, but you weren’t exactly on the wild side of life either. Sure, you’ve kissed, made out and dated before, but you wouldn’t say it was a lifestyle. So, being in a party like this isn’t shocking, but it doesn’t stop you from feeling so small when Hyunjae looks at you from across the room like you were the only guest in attendance.
You’ve had alcohol before; your tolerance is good enough, and you barely got drunk. But maybe tonight, cocktails weren’t the only things clouding your senses.
Because when Hyunjae holds you close to him, lips ghosting the skin of your ear like a hushed secret as he whispers a few compliments, you feel lightheaded.
You press yourself against the wall despite not having any more room to do so, urging the erratic beating of your heart to stop. Alas, Hyunjae is the experienced one, and he just knows the effect he has on you. A devilish kiss to the side of your neck and a teasing nibble to your ear is all it takes for you to succumb, legs buckling as an embarrassing moan leaves you.
Hyunjae smirks, eyes darkening with his carnal desire; though it may seem like his usual “bad boy” demeanor, you vaguely note the speck of adoration — something you imagine is absent from his usual flings and hook-ups — that flashes in his eyes moments before he devours you with a searing kiss.
When Hyunjae pulls away with a sinful lick to your lips, the rest is history. One moment, you’re pinned against the wall in some club, but then the next, you’re pinned to the mattress in your apartment with the male hovering above you. Never did you expect to be among the people who Hyunjae would have under him, but here you were, ravished by his hands and lips and his everything.
You weren’t indulging his desires; subconsciously, you were indulging your own as well.
After a night of moans mingling with your breaths as the male has you seeing stars, you expected him to disappear like smoke, moving on to find his next willing prey. You half expect him to ditch you despite being research partners, in fact. But when he shows up in the library, his smile shining in all its glory as he waves, you find yourself beaming with glee.
And you certainly let yourself smile wider when he kisses your cheek before sitting down next to you.
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From then on, things became more intimate — more personal. Though you’ve always had open conversations with Hyunjae, you could both talk about more personal topics. You’d tell Hyunjae about your dreams for the future, and he’d tell you about his passions. You’d talk about how you wanted to be a unicorn when you were younger while he dreamed of being a banker. You’d share how Younghoon was a childhood friend who you had to watch over many times. Similarly, Hyunjae would share that Eric was his Younghoon-like friend, and that he regarded him as his little brother.
“I got into some petty high school fight because of Eric.” Hyunjae grins as you both lay on his bed, “People were picking on him, so…”
You chuckle, shaking your head, “Is that why people say you were a troublemaker? The bad boy?”
Hyunjae laughs, “What? Of course not. That was the only fight I ever got into back then.”
“And it was all for Eric.” you mildly coo.
“Of course. I wasn’t the stereotypical ‘bad boy’ you’d see in media.” the male smiles, “I was just loud and liked playful pranks but I never hurt or bullied anyone.”
“Where did people get that idea then…” you trail off, musing more to yourself than Hyunjae.
The male still hears your mumbling but decides to shrug it off, smiling as he reaches a hand towards your face, knuckles gently brushing against your cheekbone. You automatically smile, turning your head to look at him. “And what about the…um, heartbreaker thing? Since you go from fling to fling rather than a committed relationship?” you ask carefully, but you really wanted to understand this man.
A brief look of shame flashes across Hyunjae’s face before he replaces it with a calmer smile. His knuckles retract from your face, but his hand instead cups your jaw. “I think you know the answer to that, y/n.” he whispers.
You hum, shaking your head in response. “That answer is what people have to say about you.” you begin, “What do you have to say?”
Hyunjae smiles, eyes filled with an indescribable softness as he lightly chuckles. “And if I tell you it’s all true?” he asks in a slightly more serious tone.
Your expression is blank, but the way your hand moves up to hold his is extremely gentle; the way your eyes burn into his is like honey on fire, if it were possible. “It’s not my place to judge,” you whisper back, “but all I know is that there’s so much more to you than that.”
At this, Hyunjae smiles wider, moving to wrap his strong arms around your waist to pull you closer to him. “Just so you know, you’re different.” the male states, “You’re not a fling or whatever it is they wanna call it; you’re more than that.”
What “that” was, you didn’t really know. But maybe it was Hyunjae’s own way of calling you a friend…or more. 
Neither of you ponder on the matter as Hyunjae claims your lips with his, and you find your arms instantly wrapped around his neck. Clothes are thrown onto the floor, covering textbooks used for prior studying. With legs tangled together and burning hot skin against the sheets, Hyunjae fills you with warmth and adoration as you bask him in tender and loving acceptance.
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From then on, it isn’t long before a handful of students receive word that the infamous Lee Hyunjae was “seeing someone”. Whatever academic relationship you had in the beginning had blossomed into something more, cemented by the fact that you and Hyunjae continued to spend time — and some intimate moments — even if you’ve both submitted the research paper for class (which would technically dissolve your little partnership since the requirement period was over). Word travels fast, and eventually, you and Hyunjae are somewhat the talk of the town in campus.
Neither of you pay attention or mind it. Not until whatever high you were experiencing takes a small tumble down low.
Like some twisted prank, Hyunjae becomes distant. He would spend time with you if you asked, but it felt as if he wasn’t really there. He’d smile if you did, but it never seemed full. He’d answer your calls and messages, but the replies looked forced.
You don’t push him to open up, and you don’t meddle with whatever was causing his shift in attitude. Still, it didn’t stop you from worrying and overthinking. Did you do something to offend him? Were you too intrusive and interrogative? Pushy? 
Was he ashamed of being with you? Labeled as something more than a fling or friend? Maybe someone like him really wasn’t into the whole commitment, genuine shenanigan?
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You don’t see Hyunjae for three days, and to be fair, he also had varsity activities to deal with. On the third day of not physically seeing him, you only find out about his whereabouts when Younghoon (your childhood friend had easily become good buddies with Hyunjae earlier on, and that made you happier) informs you. 
And it wasn’t like it was good news.
“Did he get hurt during training?” you ask as you clutch your phone close to your ear, hoping Hyunjae was sent to the clinic for a minor sports-related injury.
“I…I think you should just go to him, y/n.” Younghoon replies, and you can vaguely hear students reciting lines — he was probably filming something for his film majors.
You sigh, nodding your head, “Ok, got it.”
As soon as you end the call, your feet are quick to leave the library as you make a beeline for the clinic building. Just as you are about to push the door to the clinic itself, it swings open, and Hyunjae stands there with a surprised expression on his face.
And a bruised cheek accompanied by a slight swell at the corner of his lip.
Your mouth hangs open as you take in his sweaty, disheveled appearance. Hyunjae opens his mouth to speak, but you grab his hand and drag him somewhere more quiet. The male doesn’t utter a word the whole time.
You eventually end up in the other sports complex, knowing most of the student athletes don’t use this building until perhaps an hour or two later. You sit on the bleachers, followed by Hyunjae, without saying anything else. You open your mouth to ask a question, but he speaks ahead, cutting you off with a meek “I’m sorry”.
You look at him, tilting your head. When the male faces you with a sheepish and apologetic smile, the gears in your brain turn, and you more or less understand what he was trying to get at.
“Why?” you ask, “I mean, what happened?”
Hyunjae now shrugs casually, leaning back as he looks up at the ceiling in a carefree manner. “I got punched.” he lets out a breathy laugh.
“Who did you fight?” you ask not to lecture, but out of concern.
“Not exactly a ‘fight’ per se.” he reassures you, “Younghoon stepped in even before an actual fight broke out.”
“Ok, great, but why? Did something bad happen?”
“Someone was saying…stupid things about you.” he hums, “So I grabbed his collar. He was the one who swung the punch. Younghoon was on his way to the Performing Arts building when he saw what was happening.”
“Hyunjae…” you release the breath you were holding, “Gossip and senseless talk is part of this university’s culture. Sad and disappointing, but that’s how it is. I don’t really care what people have to say about me because — ”
“You of all people shouldn’t be spoken about with such filth.” Hyunjae suddenly interjects, eyebrows furrowed as he looks at you with intensity; he isn’t angry, just adamant.
“Jae, it probably wasn’t worth getting hurt over.”
“Y/n.” he sighs, but can’t seem to find the right words he wanted to say.
You smile gently, “I appreciate it, but I don’t want you to get into any trouble that would make people hurt you or something.”
Hyunjae is a bit too lost in his thoughts, and when he falls into silence for a few seconds longer, you decide to change the topic. “Is something bothering you?” you ask.
“Hm?”
“You just…seemed so distant these past days.” you express, eyes looking at the bleachers at the other side.
Hyunjae hums, biting his lip before letting out a tired chuckle. “I told you I was always a loud and playful kid, right?” he begins, “Well, a little before graduating high school, things changed and I became more aloof. That carried on over to freshman and junior year in college. The party-loving, flirt me? A mask is all that was.”
Opening up to this extent was a bit new, so you made sure to listen intently and let him speak as he needed. “Truth is, things aren’t black and white; it’s complicated. Things about me are complex. My life isn’t as fun and charming as people would think.” he continues.
Hyunjae recounts in his mind the struggles he had gone through in his life; being called “good for nothing” throughout middle school just because he was a bit of a jokester with no ill intentions whatsoever. Having to watch Eric get picked on just because he chose to befriend the older male, and taking the blame if he chose to get into fights to defend the younger. Getting belittled in high school by fellow classmates just because he seemed less serious about his future when in reality, he worked harder than most of them. Blaming his so-called inadequacy for an estranged relationship with his family.
“I feel like everything about my life — about me — is complete crap, so the minute someone makes me feel otherwise, then…”
“You put your walls up.” you finish for him, heart breaking at the way the male’s lips curl into a disheartened smirk.
“Exactly.”
“Why is that?”
“I don’t know.” he confesses, “Maybe ‘cause I feel like the moment I actually believe that someone sees the better in me, they’d slip through my grasp.”
Hyunjae thinks everything would be easier if everyone believed what he believed — that he was a troublemaker. That he was just a flirt who liked to have fun and cause trouble wherever he went. That way, if people decided to “leave” him, it wouldn’t hurt as much because they never cared about him in the first place.
“Why’d you get angry when that person said things about me,” you stand up and ask him, “if you don’t like caring and getting attached to others?”
Hyunjae smiles to himself, “You’re a good person, y/n. You’re smart, kind, and supportive. You’re the only person — besides Eric and Younghoon I guess — who actually wanted to befriend me. You’re the only one who showed that you genuinely wanted to get to know who Lee Hyunjae was. Naturally, you don’t deserve to be spoken about ill-mannered just because you’re affiliated with me.”
This wasn’t like the teen films where girls would cry out “but I can change him! I can save him!” despite the world warning them of the red flags — no, Hyunjae didn’t exactly need to be changed because he wasn’t bad. He wasn’t someone to look down on or scorn.
This was more about being someone who he could be himself with — someone he could be open and weak with. Someone who could support him when his world would get clouded in darkness. Someone who was willing to be the shoulder he leaned on after having to carry burdens and run from ghosts.
This was about being a genuine friend who stayed despite the so-called imperfections and struggles.
Without another word, you lean over and envelope the male in a warm embrace. Hyunjae seems shocked for a second, frozen as he remains seated, but as soon as he recovers, he laughs and winds his arms around your waist, tightening the hug. You easily slot between his legs, eliminating any extra space between you two.
“I’ll endure whatever they have to say. I really could care less; they’d be pathetic anyway.” you state firmly, cupping his face, “That way, I can help you endure whatever it is you’re carrying until you feel better. Until you feel free.”
Hyunjae chuckles, his breath tickling the skin of your neck where his face is buried. “You’re really an interesting one.” he says.
You both pull away to look at each other, gazes melted down to something soft and warm. Your fingers gently caress the bruise on his cheek before moving down to the swollen corner of his lips. Hyunjae finds himself smiling at the gesture, humming delightedly when you smile back.
You gently put your foreheads together before giving him a chaste kiss. “I’m not leaving you.” you whisper, “That I promise you.”
Hyunjae smiles, and you feel his lips softly brushing against yours when they curl upwards. “Thank you.” he responds.
You seal that promise with a slower, deeper kiss that he reciprocates immediately, sweet and warm like his heart.
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byuntrash101 · 4 months
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soft dom!juyeon x f!reader x mean dom!hyunjae smut | mdni 4.2k your bf younghoon is just a dick... your best friends just want to show you what you deserve nsfw tags under the cut
slut shaming reader (hj calls her easy), lots of teasing, fingering (because have you seen juyeon's hands? gotta put those to use), begging, pet names (princess, doll, baby, kitten), praising, degradation (slut, whore), slight dumbification, nipple play, unprotected sex but reader is on the pill (these stunts are performed by professionnals don't try this at home), spitroasting/eiffel tower, multiple orgasms (f), oral (m), creampie, double penetration, anal
a/n: would you believe me if i said it took 1 whole ass fucking year to finish this? (yes i started writing on the 1st October 22) (smh)
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Deep down you knew it wasn’t true. You knew Younghoon couldn’t be your soulmate. Most of the time he would ditch you to go hang out with his friends and not return your calls or texts for the whole night then turn up home completely drunk and smelling of an other woman's perfume, even if he denied it every time. So saying Younghoon wasn’t the best boyfriend was to say the least an understatement. 
Deep down you knew that. You knew he didn’t really love you but just used you for entertainment purposes. 
So why? Why? Did you still believe that little voice in your head? Despite the sleepless nights, despite the countless tears shed, despite the pain. You still believed you two had a chance, you still believed you could fix him… 
But did you still love him?
“What are you doing?” the stern voice of Hyunjae erupted from beside you, sitting with you on the comfortable and cushioned couch, making you jump and hurriedly hide your screen from his scrutinizing eyes.
“Huh? Hmm… Nothing” you lied, quickly typing out the rest of your text to your boyfriend.
“She’s talking to Younghoon” Juyeon snitched, seated right at your other side, as he perfectly accomplished a dangerous maneuver with Princess Peach’s pink kart securing the first place right in front of Hyunjae.
Hyunjae groaned but you didn’t know if it was because he was certain to lose the race or if it was well… because of you. 
“Y/N!” He shouted putting the controller down before even finishing the race.
Well… you knew now.
“I can’t believe you’re still with that fucking asshole” Hyunjae whistled through gritted teeth.
You knew Hyunjae despised Younghoon, hence why you were trying to hide away the screen from the eyes of your best friend. But as you turned the device the other way Juyeon snatched it from your hands. 
“What did she send ?” Hyunjae avidly asked.
“Please don’t read it” you asked Juyeon, pleading eyes bordering on begging to preserve the ridiculous trace amount of pride you had left and not read yet another text in which you bent over backwards for your ungrateful boyfriend.
“I’m not gonna read it” Juyeon declared. You exhaled in relief while Hyunjae scoffed. “But I am going to take it away for the rest of the night”. 
“What? Please give it back” you tried to reach for it but Juyeon was way taller and had longer arms there was no way you would be able to take it back from him.
“No. Just enjoy a fun gaming night with us. Okay?” Juyeon smiled at you with that adorable eye smile that you’ve been unable to say no to since middle school.
“Fine”
You played a little more Mario Kart but it was as if the atmosphere had changed.
“Can I ask you something ?” Juyeon finally asked. 
There he goes again… You thought.
The three of you were best friends for almost as long as you could remember and you knew them like the back of your hands.
When something awkward like that happened Hyunjae and yourself would rather ignore it and you would give each other time to forgive and forget but not Juyeon. He would just bluntly speak his truth.
“Sure” you said as you paused the game and Hyunjae groaned again.
“Why him?” Juyeon asked, putting his phone down. You sighed in annoyance and the 
question.
“I don’t know, Juyeon, OK? I don't know why I love him.” You said as you rubbed your aching temple.
“You can do so much better though!” He protested while Hyunjae looked at you with stern eyes.
“You deserve someone that’s going to be thoughtful and kind” Juyeon almost whispered with his deep voice, bringing the back of his hand to your cheek. 
With this simple touch the atmosphere had changed again. Juyeon’s cat-like eyes fixed on your lips, leaning dangerously as you felt his warm reassuring touch on your cheek. It felt safe and somehow you didn’t have it in you to pull away.
“Someone like me? Maybe?” he murmured, his lips grazing yours. He paused right there. Giving you one last chance to pull away, to remain faithful to your morals but… how could you? You felt the heat radiating from his face and his soft breath fanning your cheeks. You didn’t want him to stop. 
So he leaned in to close the distance between your lips and finally kissed you. The electric charge from the thrill of kissing your best friend traveled from your lips all the way down to your core, making your guts stir in excitement.
Juyeon’s hand moved from your cheek to your nape to gently press your lips further onto his own, slightly parting them to let his tongue lap at yours. Heat pulled in your lower stomach while your eyelids fluttered close, losing yourself in this kiss. Juyeon’s large palm sliding up your thigh as he kissed you softly.
“Right, my princess? “ he whispered, breaking the kiss, leaving your lips yearning for more, you nodded, looking at him through your lashes when you heard Hyunjae scoff behind you.
The brief sound brought you back to reality. You whipped your head to your side where you are greeted by the icy cold gaze of the older one, eyeing you scornfully. 
“You’re wasting your time” he said, maintaining the unwavering eye contact. “She doesn’t care about this…” he brought his hand to your cheek caressing slightly before he shifted to entangle his slender fingers around your hair “She only likes pain” he said before suddenly giving a quick and sharp pull, ripping from your lips a surprised whimper, which made Hyunjae smirk evilly.
“I knew it” he whispered, bending over you and pressing his hot lips to your cheek. "You only yearn to be treated like the little whore that you are. You want to be my little slut. Want me to hurt you, huh?" he said before he used your hair again to make you turn your head, breaking your neck into position and crashing his lips onto yours. The difference with Juyeon was blatant, overwhelming even. Hyunjae was devouring you. It was clear he wasn’t intending to ask for anything. He was demanding, he was taking what was his. And you were ready to give it all up to him… To them.
You felt Juyeon’s rough hands wrap around your waist from behind while he planted soft kisses and bites from your nape to your ear. Licking and nibbling around it while you felt his hands make quick work of rolling up your skirt past your waist line. You gasped when his large palm brushed against the thin skin of your inner thigh which Hyunjae saw as an opportunity to kiss you even deeper as you moaned into his mouth.
“Spread your legs for me, doll” Juyeon cooed, lips still pressed to the wet patch of skin on your neck. “Good girl” he praised when you did. His large palm brushed over your clothed center and you arched your back in an unpremeditated reflex, pushing your hips forward onto the older man. You felt Hyunjae’s lips pull into a sly smirk.
“Really?” he said, breaking the kiss “Already offering yourself like this?” he chuckled. "You're so fucking easy. Anyone could get it with you"
You whimpered and squirmed in embarrassment but kept your legs wide open nonetheless, which Hyunjae didn’t fail to notice. He scoffed.
“What a little slut you are” he drew back, eyes sweeping across your whole figure to finally settle on your most private part.
When Juyeon finally pushed your panties to the side and let the living room ceiling light shine directly on your center you felt like you were going to faint from the adrenaline rapidly rushing to your brain, making your breath itch in your throat. Hyunjae caught his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Look at that we barely even touched you and you’re already this wet?” Hyunjae spat with one cocked eyebrow, peering at your slicked and glistening folds with disdain.
You opened your mouth to talk back, to defend yourself but you could only deeply sigh in bliss as Juyeon's rough hand brushed against your unclothed bundle of nerves. And it was only then that you realized how right Hyunjae was and how wet you actually were. 
Your wetness had soaked through the panties and was nearly dripping down to the floor. Juyeon had no trouble gathering and spreading it all over you. He gently and slowly circled your swollen nub, teasing it, lewd wet and squelching sounds erupting from the shameless act. Making you inexorably wetter and hungry for more. 
He kept teasing you slowly as he laid wet kisses on the side of your neck, heavily breathing into your ear while Hyunjae palmed his hard member through his tighter-than-ever pants thoroughly enjoying you being spread in full display for him.
After what felt like hours of teasing you finally gathered the courage to protest in the form of a tiny high pitched whimper.
“What's wrong, my baby?” Juyeon huffed into your ear before sucking on your lobe, the heat from his mouth raised goosebumps on your skin.
“Please” you mustered, barely above a whisper.
“Please what?” he asked as you felt his lips on your neck being pulled into a smirk.
“Please I want your fingers inside me” you murmured as if you almost didn’t want the words you were speaking to actually be heard but to no avail. Both of your best friends heard you clear as day.
“Pathetic” Hyunjae said as he seemed to be palming himself with more pressure, looking anything but displeased.
“Anything for you, my princess” Juyeon cooed and immediately sunk his middle finger inside you, a disproportionately large palm resting over your mound. He circled his finger deep inside and you felt his blunt nail graze on your g spot which made you whimper and throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder.
The dull pleasure was making your head spin so much that you didn’t even hear when Hyunjae unzipped his jeans and slipped out of his boxers.
“Yeah finger fuck her. I’ll fuck her throat” he scoffed while he approached you, hard dick in hand. “Come here” he said as he forcefully pulled you towards him. The hot tip pressed against your closed mouth and precum glazed your bottom lip.
As if the stars aligned, at the exact same time as Hyunjae pushed his cock past your lips Juyeon slipped a second finger inside you, thick and long fingers stretching you out so perfectly. You moaned as Hyunjae slipped inside you, his taste spreading on your tongue, adding even more fuzz to your already foggy thoughts.
“Fuck” he said under his breath, grabbing a fistfull of your hair, bending your neck backwards and forcing you to look up at him. The pain on your scalp took your mind off the rising pleasure Juyeon was inflicting on you and you looked up at the older male with teary eyes while he kept on pushing his dick inside your wet mouth until he had to force the last couple of centimeters down your throat. And he stayed there. Look down at you as you choked on his length.
“Such a good girl for us. You take him so well, baby” Juyeon praised you as he picked up the pace, making your eyes roll back. “So pretty all stretched out and wet for us.”
“Keep your mouth open” Hyunjae whispered before finally pulling out to let you have a quick breather before he smashed his hips back into your face, setting a rapid rhythm. The burning sensation in your throat made your heart race and as Juyeon was having his way with you, circling and flicking your clit you felt the precious build up of your release forming in the pit of your stomach.
“Fuck” Hyunjae groaned as he kept on the furious pace. “It’s like this mouth was made for me. Perfectly fitted little cocksleeve” he tugged at your hair again, making you moan on his length.
You almost lost your mind when Juyeon brought his second hand to circle your clit as the other one was still pumping in and out of you. Your muffled moans grew louder on Hyunjae’s cock, the vibrations making him shiver. 
“Baby you’re so tight” Juyeon murmured in your hot ear. “You wanna cum?” he asked, slipping a third finger inside you and you almost came on the spot as you were deliciously stretched out top and bottom by your best friends. “You can cum, kitten.”
It’s the only thing you needed as your body was waiting for this command to immediately let go of the knot. You quivered and moaned, while your jaw went lax around Hyunjae. Your center tightly gripping on Juyeon’s digits, desperate to ever let them go. Twitching and spasming in delicious bliss.
“Good girl” Juyeon cooed as he gradually slowed down allowing you to ride off your high at your own speed.
“I can’t believe you fucking came already.” Hyunjae spat at you with mean eyes as he pulled his cock from your agape mouth, you took a deep breath and sighed in bliss.
But you looked down when you felt two hands going up your thighs and you were met with Hyunjae’s glacial eyes.
“You won’t need that anymore” without a heads up he tore away your panties, ripping them to shreds with a grunt as you gasped in surprise. “I want to know how this little pussy feels like” he whispered through gritted teeth, eyeing you like candy, avid hands pulling at your hips to bring you closer to the edge on the couch. In some kind of protective reflex you wanted to close your legs but Juyeon hands that were still glistening with your wetness kept them open.
“Can you be a good girl for us and keep your legs nice and spread like this?” his deep voice asked softly. The tone was soft, slightly contrasting with the strong grasp on both your thighs.
You nodded.
“Good girl”
Hyunjae didn't wait for a second. He brought his scolding hot tip to your folds and glazed himself into your juices, thoroughly coating his length as he pumped his fist around it a couple of times before pushing the tip in. 
Immediately your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your arch your back into the couch, biting your bottom lip trying not to moan. That attempt turned out to be a failure as Hyunjae progressed inside your wet heat. When he bottomed out you let out a small cry of pleasure. As Juyeon felt your thighs twitch lightly he withdrew his hands to bring them up to your chest and kneed your breasts. His large hands lifted your top and pulled on your bra releasing your beautiful tits which made Hyunjae grunt as he fucked himself inside your cunt. Juyeon’s big palm laid over the two lumps of sensitive flesh and worked them gently, his fingers curling around your nipples to roll them around.
“So pretty, baby” Juyeon cooed into your ear, looking over your shoulder at how your tits bounced every time Hyunjae drilled his cock into you. Juyeon can’t take it anymore, he also wants to know how you feel around him and you feel him slip from behind you. You instantly miss his warm hands over your body. But the disappointment is short-lived. Because you feel his hand softly wrap around your jaw, pulling your face to look up at him. Your gaze quickly dropped from his gentle eyes to his thick cock laying heavily in his hands as he pumped himself a couple of times approaching the wet tip to your lips. 
Instinctively your lips parted to let your tongue swipe and have a taste of his essence. Which made Juyeon hiss in pleasure, fist growing stronger around his cock, making the veins of his forearm pop. He drove his cock into your mouth, earning a low grunt from him. You lips painfully stretched to accommodate to Juyeon’s girth.
“Fuckk” he cursed under his breath. “Such a good girl taking my cock like this”. He said wrapping his long fingers around your nape, giving you an encouraging push. You didn’t need more to quicken your pace, gobbling his cock as far as you could manage without hesitation.
“What a fucking whore” Hyunjae grunted as he gave you one particularly strong thrust, the sharp pleasure making you moan on Juyeon’s length. “You love cock so much? Look at you swallowing his cock like it’s your only goal in life?” He picked up the pace smashing his hips into yours. Your attention switching from Juyeon to Hyunjae. “Is that it? You’re only goal is to be filled with cocks?”
“Phhfuckk” you attempted to say, your mouth full to the brim.
“So pretty baby.” Juyeon cooed as he started to thrust into your mouth when your attention got diverted. “So pretty full of cocks”
The coil in your guts tightened again as your gaze fluttered between Jueyon’s soft smile and Hyunjae’s mean eyes. Once again close to the edge.
“Keep going. She’s going to cum” Juyeon said to his friend. Not daring to take his eyes off your wet ones. Hyunjae scoffed.
“Again?” he said, gripping your thighs tighter and drilling his cock into you harder as he felt your cunt clamp around him, dangerously fluttering. “Go ahead and cum. It’s all you’re good for.” he said, one hand leaving your thigh to slap against your cunt. The pain made you choke on Juyeon. 
“Fuck” he grunted while your mumbled intelligibly, earning another slap before Hyunjae started to draw small and quick circles on your swollen and painful little clit.
That made you cross the edge again. Your body shook against Hyunjae’s relentless hips. Your pussy clenching around him and fluttering in delicious and intoxicating pleasure. Screams of bliss muffled by Juyeon’s length, making him shiver, bucking his hips into your mouth a little harsher.
Hyunjae pulled out quickly and wanted to stuff you back but was interrupted by Juyeon.
“Come on man, it’s my turn now” Juyeon said, taking his dick out of your mouth, letting you take deep breaths as you slowly came down from your high.
“Fine” Hyunjae spat as he got out of between your legs. “I was almost done” he mumbled.
Juyeon sat beside you on the couch once again he looked at you and patted his thighs.
“Ride me baby” he said and you immediately hopped on his lap. Your tits shoved in his face he took a deep breath, letting his brain be soaked with the pheromone filled smell of sex that was imprinted into your sweaty skin.
You took his length between your fingers and pumped a couple of times before you sunk your hips into his cock.
“Ffffuck” Juyeon sighed, before licking a big stripe between your tits, collecting the glistening sweat.
Hyunjae didn’t miss one second of the show. He pumped his cock as he watched you bounce on his friend’s cock. Looking attentively at the way your pussy spread wide to take him in, spitting him out covered with your slick, all of that forming a beautiful soundtrack of moans, grunts and squelching wet sounds.
Hyunjae kept on fisting his rock hard and dripping cock as the same rhythm as you lifted your hips and let them smash back down. 
“How is it in there, dude?” he asked Juyeon.
“F-fucking great” he responded not taking your tits out his mouth.
“Yeah I know. Slutty cunts are the best. Because they just suit anyone.” He said letting his free hand slap your ass. Making you arch your back and bounce even harder. A silent plea for more. And it’s exactly what you got. “And this one she’s one real easy whore. Letting anyone fuck her raw” He spanked your ass again, even harder this times, leaving a beautiful print behind on your skin. “Isn’t it right, slut?”
“Yesssss!!!!” you panted, bouncing even harder, the familiar build up heating up in your guts again, Juyeon’s large hands gripping the underside of your thighs and aiding you bounce on him while he muffled his moans in your chest. “I’m a slut a real fucking whore for you. I love both your cocks so much”
“Is that so?” Hyunjae said, tilting his head, his lips being pulled in a sly smirk as an idea blossomed in his lust soaked mind.
He approached his tip to your ass, rubbing his hard-on on your cheeks. Before leaning over and spitting a big wad right into your pucker. Making the hole blink.
“Since you love our cock so much. You don’t mind me taking your ass, right?” he said pressing his tip still wet with your slick into your only available hole. 
“Oh G-god” you chocked when you felt your ass being spread open.
“Please” Hyunjae chuckled still pushing inside you. “Just call me Hyunjae” he said cockily as he pushed the last inch into your bottomless hole. 
“Fuckkk it feels so good” he cried out stopping your hips, your nails digging into Juyeon’s shoulders, urging him to fuck up into your cunt. He did so immediately. His dick grazing against Hyunjae’s inside your ass.
“Fuckk” the older one hissed when he felt the coming and going of his friend through the small membrane that separated both your holes.
He started to fuck into your asshole as soon as you looked accustomed to him. He loved to watch the way your asshole dragged into his cock every time he pulled out just to welcome him back into your warmth once he pushed back in.
“Fuck baby you’re so good to us” Juyeon as lightly tugging at your erect nipple with his teeth. “So pretty for us. So fucking good.” He panted fucking his hips uo into you, making your pussy cream around him, wet sounds bouncing of the walls.
He was so close. So fucking close he could taste it.
“Fuck kitten. I’m going to cum soon” he said, grip growing stronger on your thighs.
“Yeah please. Please!! Please fill me up!” you urged when you felt another slap into your ass.
“What a filthy fucking slut begging for cum like that” Hyunjae groaned. “Want mine too whore?”
“Yees fuck please. yesyesyesyesyes!!!” you chanted, feeling both of your holes grip around the cock that were both plowing into you, rearranging your guts so deliciously. 
“Then fucking take it” Hyunjae says slipping his hand into your hair and pulling harshly. Letting his cock pump your ass full of tasty hot cum, his hips absolutely rutting into your ass, grunting and moaning. So much so that it made the cum spill out and drip on his friend's cock. But both of them couldn’t care less.
“Fuck baby. ‘m- c-” Juyeon can’t even bring himself to make full sentences and follows right after Hyunjae. You feel his enormous cock twitch inside you, delivering an ungodly amount of white hot cum right in the deepest part of you, if it wasn’t for the pill you were taking you’d be sure to be knocked up right away. His dick brush again against your soft spot and the way you feel both your holes filled with cum make you tip over the edge. And you find yourself squirting all over both their dicks in a pleasure filled scream. Your juices spray out of you in big streams, completely soaking Juyeon laid under you which makes his hips stutter a little. This orgasm is the most intense one of the night, making both your holes flutter. Your cunt clenching around Juyeon and your asshole blinking around Hyunjae while you pant and moan in complete euphoria.
The next few instants are a blur. None of you speak, only pants and sighs can be heard. All three of you, piled up on top of each other, drained and content. But the blissful silence is interrupted by the low vibrations of a phone..
A phone? your phone!
Juyeon haphazardly reaches into the pocket of his jeans laying somewhere near and holds the device to you.
You have dozens of unread texts from Younghoon and even more missed calls. Poor thing… he’s not used to you going silent on him. Not his precious and naive girlfriend.
You pushed your messy hair out of your face and picked up the call.
“Yeah?” you say voice sounding a little rough, nothing surprising given the things that were just in your mouth and roughing up your throat.
“What the fuck are you doing? Why aren't you answering your texts?” Younghoon asks, panic seeping in his rushed voice.
Hyunjae chuckled coldly behind you.
“Come cuddle baby.” Juyeon said, pouting so much it was audible.
“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT???? Y/N??? IS THAT JUYEON???”
“Hmmmm” you hesitated before Hyunjae snatched the phone from behind you.
“You guys are done. Don’t call her again”
“WHAT THE F-”
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neoraso · 4 months
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bf things with tbz
sfw, gn reader , similar to my subtle skinships but something a little new ♡ hope you enjoy
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sangyeon
waking up before you to prepare breakfast and maybe even pack a lunch for your school or work day
drawing bubble baths for you (and if you ask him to join of course he will oblige)
day trips!! always opens the car door for you and makes sure you're buckled up before leaving
buying you gifts especially jewelry and leaving it on your bed while you’re away so you have something sweet to come home to
literally already acts like a husband to you like . once you do get married not much will change,,he worships you
jacob
playing his guitar when you can’t sleep
making playlists with songs that remind him of you/your relationship. sometimes he sends them to u and they're called like "for my love"
wants you to be involved with his family and includes you in his calls and facetimes with them
likes driving you to spots and parking just to listen to music and talk with you
very even-keeled and becomes your rock. always there to listen to you talk about your day looking at you with heart eyes the whole time.
younghoon
always getting you little things when he travels on tour like even if its a little keychain, and writes a little note or card to go with it
regularly talks about your future together like it's obvious you're life partners
literally never argues with you,, even when you disagree he's very sensitive to you and just wants to work things out peacefully with you.
you're his whole world. he adores you, has to let everyone (including you) know as much as possible, reminds you he's a better person because he met you.
will drop everything to make sure you're ok. brings you drinks or food when he can during your day. if you're feeling down he will like - run errands for you, bring you snacks etc
hyunjae
regularly brings you to his family home bc he knows how much his parents (and darong) love you
sends you pics of the sunset when he’s away at work but thinking about you
frequent hugs with kisses that start from the top of your head until he works his way down to your cheeks
has to be holding your hand,, crossing the street? laces your fingers for safety, sitting down together? grabs your hand and kisses the back of it
likes when you do his hair care and fix it for him the best. closes his eyes and hums when you're putting the product in and massaging his scalp
juyeon
petting your hair when he’s sat next to you and his arm around you also loves to give you shoulder/neck/head massages to relieve your stress
always keeping an eye out to make sure you’re good in social situations (he may seem aloof but he’s in tune with you!!) ur happiness is his happiness
that being said . sometimes he doesn’t realize when you’re flirting with him he just thinks you’re making conversation T^T but then he catches on and tries to play into it which usually ends up in yall giggling maybe kissing
refuses to let you pay for anything, provides for you happily
so patient with you, always listening attentively with eye contact and appropriate responses <3 an angel
kevin
always trying to make you laugh whether it be twerking, sending you tiktoks he thinks you’ll like
baking and cooking for you ! his lucky taste tester,, literally doesn’t care if you just sit there and watch him but would love if you joined him!!
loves that you have a good relationship with stella lowk gets jealous when she texts you with news before him
brags about you to anyone that will listen "they're so funny and cool and great and smart,, i'm so lucky"
makes up little songs to narrate what you're doing even if it's like. the dishes -_-
chanhee
couple fashion yes yes ! obsessed with taking ootd pics with you
expect his whole camera roll to be you and his favorites are all the ones of you together
always attentive to you whether it be getting something off your clothes, getting you water, reminding you to rest and offering his shoulder when he notices you're tired, moving your necklace clasp to the back, etc
lowkey gets nervous around you like NOT THAT HE'S NOT COMFORTABLE but if you give him too much eye contact he starts blushing and laughing
always leaning on you, head on your shoulder, hanging on you holding your hand/arm. JUST loves u sm and wants to be close to you it's sweet.
changmin
wants to “do your hair” and ends up knotting it up (he’ll brush it out though)
gives you really weird hypothetical situations bc he knows you'll actually put thought into your answers <3
he's a silly guy but he likes his chill time and loves it more when you're with him. sometimes he'll bring you home and you take ghana on walks together,, or he just wants to watch a movie with your feet propped across his lap yktv
whenever you're out together at a cafe or restaurant he always lets you taste his order before him and lets you have as much as you want if you like it
will bite you. you'll just be laying together and he bites whatever part is closest NOT even hard enough to leave marks like juyeon but just enough where he can express his ,,,, cute aggression
haknyeon
shares his love through food with you
has a specific time slot for you in his week set aside for just spending time together whether he's taking you out or spending a night with snacks and a movie :>
loves when he can get you up early to watch the sunrise together (always brings coffee/tea and a pastry for you)
your biggest cheerleader. literally texts you with a message every morning encouraging you for the day
comes home singing loudly to announce his presence. you're the first thing he looks for when he walks through the door and has to give you an ENGULFING hug and at least 3 kisses on your face to prove how much he missed you
sunwoo
saying you’re “too far” when there’s more than 5cm between you
if he's sitting across from you he holds your hand(s) INSIDE his sleeves
low-hanging fruit but he absolutely has a folder FULL of songs about you
loves nights where he's just laying in between your legs or when he's holding you,, either way just wants you close, doting on you all night
pretends to be too cool for being your sweet angel baby sugarplum fairy but when you pull away from showering him in affection he goes "why did you stop -_-"
eric
has a picture of you as his lockscreen and his wallpaper, in his wallet, on his mirror, a framed one on his dresser, etc. etc.
if you're watching a movie and an attractive person comes on, he covers your eyes with his hands and says you should only be looking at him bc he thinks he's sooooo funny
always buys you a mango juice or whatever drink you like when he gets his from the convenience store
wants to include you in everything he does as much as possible whether it be going out with his friends, all his days off, his early morning walks
needs his face as close to yours as possible; kissing your cheeks/eyelids/nose biting your ear, etc etc
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itsbeeble · 11 months
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Doll
Summary: You and Hyunjae had never really gotten along. But, since he was your brother’s best friend, you couldn’t exactly avoid him your whole life. Especially now that Sangyeon has enlisted Hyunjae to help you study for your classes.
Genre: Fluff, Smut, e2l (kinda)
Pairing: brother’s best friend!Lee Hyunjae x afab!reader
WC: ~6.5k
WARNINGS UNDER CUT
Warnings: Uhhh public sex (car sex), slight age gap (Hyunjae is two years older than reader), oral (m and fem receiving), pet names, switch!Hyunjae, switch!reader, Haknyeon might be scarred for life, swearing, mentions of chemistry, they make out in a library, face-fucking kinda, threats, reader almost kicks the bucket, Hyunjae jumps out a window, Sangyeon is NOT happy, idrk there’s a lot happening MDNI!!!
A/N: Yeah this is uh... yeah
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“This is so easy, how are you not understanding?” Hyunjae is hunched over beside you, scowling at the seemingly infinite number of red marks he’d made on your worksheet. You scoff at him.
“Sorry to burst your little bubble, Lee Jaehyun, but maybe you should consider the fact that Chemistry doesn’t come easy for everyone.” Maybe take that stick out of your ass and you’d see that.
Lee Jaehyun, or as most people like to call him, Hyunjae was a straight A student. He was nearly perfect in everything. Perfect grades, perfect voice, perfect face, perfect body. He was perfect when it came to the sports he played, he had the perfect family and home. The only horrid thing about him was his attitude. 
He was cruel. To you, at least. Maybe just to you, his best friend’s little sister. Maybe he just didn’t like you because you always seemed to be around, always trying to one-up him in everything related to school. Trying to be better than him at math, at english, at extracurriculars. You joined the debate team in high school just to spite him. And he’d be damned if he ever said he felt threatened by you. 
If you were being honest, you really didn’t hate him. You liked him, even though he clearly didn’t care for you. You looked up to him, similar to how you looked up to your brother, but Hyunjae was different. He wasn’t just your brother’s best friend. At some point you started going out of your way to try to impress him, even if it never ended well for you. You wanted to spend more time with him, get to know him more. 
“I would think that you’d be decent at this,” he sneers at you, “given how you seem to be so good at everything else.” You bite down on your tongue and turn back to the worksheet. The mistakes you’d made were so silly, so you understand why he’d be confused that you’re getting them wrong. Simple miscalculations when balancing equations, simple miscalculations for enthalpy. All of them were simple, and yet somehow you consistently got them wrong. “Your brother wouldn’t be making these mistakes. I thought you idolized him.” 
“I’m not Sangyeon,” you snap. “Plus, why would he be taking a chemistry class as an Econ major? He doesn’t need this shit.”
“Gen eds, doll.” Hyunjae smirks at you. “We all had to do them at some point.” 
Your tongue was starting to hurt from how hard you were biting on it to avoid yelling at him. You’d forgotten that Sangyeon and Hyunjae were already in their third year of college while you were barely starting your second. 
“Don’t call me doll,” you slide your chair forward and lower your head. “Give me another worksheet.” Hyunjae shakes his head. “Dude, give me a worksheet. Let me try again.”
“I’m not giving you another worksheet,” he says as he begins to pack up his things. “You clearly aren’t understanding anything I’m teaching you, so why should I keep helping?” You rise from your chair at the same time as he does, your eyes going wide. 
“There’s no way you’re giving up because I get mixed up sometimes.” He looks down at you, almost annoyed that you’re still talking to him. “Lee Jaehyun, you cannot be serious.”
“I’m dead serious, doll. I don’t know why your brother asked me to help you when it’s clear there’s nothing I can do for you.” He turns to walk away, and your hand latches onto his wrist, attempting (and failing) to pull him back. He’s taller than you and definitely a lot stronger. You barely even get him to wobble on his feet, and he hardly stops walking toward the exit of the library. Now, you’re just being dragged along with him. 
“Why do you hate me so much?” You jog to stand in front of him, walking backwards (in hindsight, you should’ve known that was a bad idea). “Like, I’ve never done anything wrong to you but you just fucking hate me for no reason. Why?” He’s looking down at you while he walks, jaw tense and eyes narrowed into a glare. 
“You’re stuck up and think you’re better than everyone.” 
“Yeah, but so do you!” You argue. 
“You’re more annoying about it though. Like everyone has to know that you think you’re better than them.” He spits out, and the two of you stop walking, standing outside of the library. The cold air of November bites into your skin, slipping through the gaps of your knit sweater. “You just have to brag about every achievement you get, about every goal you make in soccer, and every award you get from school. You think you’re just some fucking princess that everyone needs to bow down to.” 
“Again, you’re the same way!” You snap. You’re walking backwards again, hardly paying attention to where you’re going with how focused you are on Hyunjae. “You’re constantly shooting me down, when all I’ve ever done is look up to you! All I’ve ever done is try to impress you, but you just have to make me feel bad about myself huh?” 
Hyunjae’s eyes widen a fraction, his lips parting as he listens to you talk. He’s not walking any longer, but you are. You’re backing toward the stairs leading to the parking lot and he reaches forward to stop you.
“Doll,” he tries to get your attention but you’re on a tangent now.
“Maybe I went too far sometimes, but it’s only because you’re my brother’s best friend and I wanted you to notice me!” 
“Doll,” Hyunjae tries again and takes a step forward. You’re getting closer to the first step, just inches from backing off the edge. 
“But you’re right. Little old Lee Y/N can’t possibly be worth helping, she’s too dumb for you isn’t she? She isn’t enough for you to not—” 
“Y/N!” Hyunjae lurches forward when your foot slips from under you. For a moment you flail in the air, arms waving while you attempt to get your balance. Your brother’s best friend grabs one of your arms, yanking you toward him and pressing you tightly to his chest. Your body spun, and you found yourself pressed against the railing, your face squished against the tall man who had his arms wrapped fully around you.
You can feel your heart pounding, and you can feel his own, It’s rapid against your cheek, slamming against his ribs. He’s warm. His body is warm, and your hands tighten around his jacket. Call it desperation, but you know this is the only time Hyunjae would ever touch you and you wanted to make the most of it while it lasted.
“Are you dumb?” Hyunjae pulls you away from you, holding you an arms-length away while he scans you over. “Why the fuck would you walk backward near a staircase?” He looks angry, and you duck your head into your chest. 
“I’m sorry,” you mutter, “I know it was stupid but I just—” 
“What if you had gotten hurt, doll?” He interrupts, his grip on your shoulders tightening. “What then, huh? I’d never be able to forgive myself.” 
“Didn’t realize you cared that much about me,” you try to joke. His frown only deepens, and you begin to shrink in on yourself. 
“Of course I care about you!” Your heart begins to pound again. “You’re my best friend’s little sister, why wouldn’t I care about you?” And then it sinks. You just got best-friend’s-little-sister-zoned. 
You wonder if he ignored everything you’d said before the fall. Maybe he did. Maybe it’s for the best that he did. Save yourself the rejection, move on with your life. Easy enough. 
“I dunno,” you shrug, “figured you hated me enough to let me fall.” Hyunjae scoffs and grabs you by the arm to start dragging you back to the car.
“Idiot.”
~
“So what you’re telling me,” Haknyeon sits across from you, his chemistry textbook open but going ignored as he listens to you talk about what happened with Hyunjae. Since the staircase…incident he hasn’t spoken to you, and you really needed to pass chemistry so you enlisted your friend to help. “He calls you doll, acts like he hates you, then you confess to him and fall down the stairs, he saves you in the most romantic way, then brother’s-best-friend-zones you?” 
“Yeah, pretty much,” You dig your pencil into your lip, listening to it click while you read through one of the practice problems that Haknyeon gave you. “And since then he hasn’t spoken to me.” 
“What a dick. You’re doing that one wrong, by the way.” He slides his chair across the library’s old carpet to sit next to you. “Finding the delta-H of a reaction is products minus reactants, not the other way around.” His shoulder is brushing against yours while he explains and writes down how to do the problem correctly. 
One of the doors to the library opens and you glance up, almost immediately locking eyes with Hyunjae. Your stomach sinks when he narrows his eyes at Haknyeon.
“Oh shit,” you mutter, dropping your gaze again.
“Please don’t tell me that Lee Hyunjae just walked into the library and currently looks like he wants my head on a spike.” Your friend is now frozen, speaking quietly out of the corner of his mouth.
“I will not confirm nor deny any of what you just said.”
“If that man kills me, I will kill you.” Haknyeon hisses, and you just smile at him. Hyunjae is sitting at a table nearby, and you feel that familiar sinking feeling in your chest when he looks at you again.
“He’s not gonna kill you. Laugh as if I said something funny.” You jab him in the side and he starts cackling loudly, gathering the attention of several other students around you. “Not that loud, genius!” He quiets his laughter, and you can see the flush rising on his cheeks. “God you’re dumb.”
“What am I supposed to do? The hottest man I’ve ever seen looks like he’ll snap me in half if I touch you! I’m terrified!” He grabs you by the shoulder, and you hear his chair scrape against the ground. “Oh god he’s gonna kill me and it’s your fault, you bitch.” 
“Y/N,” Hyunjae’s hand comes to rest on your shoulder, and he bends down to the opposite ear so you can hear him better. Your body goes rigid, and you feel his breath brushing against the side of your neck. “A word, please?” You turn your head, leaning back so you aren’t so close to him. He’s staring at you, a mix of emotions swimming in his eyes. 
“Uh,” you glance at your friend, but he’s already shoving his face back into his textbook. “Yeah, sure. Hak, I’ll be—”
“Yup, go ahead, have fun.” Your friend spits out and then Hyunjae is pulling you up and walking you toward a dark corner of the library.
“Is this where you kill me?” You joke, but he doesn’t laugh. He’s facing away from you, hands shoved into the pockets of a loose jacket. “Damn, killjoy much?”
“You sure move on fast, huh?” You reel back and he turns to face you completely, a small smile practically stapled to his lips. “With tutoring, I mean. You were able to replace me just fine.”
“Oh, uh,” you blink, “yeah I guess. Hak is a great…teacher? Jaehyun are you okay?” His jaw tenses before he responds again, taking a few steps toward you until he’s just inches from you, and you’re pressed against a bookshelf. 
“You know you’re the only person who calls me Jaehyun? Not even my own parents call me that.” His head is tilted, his eyes half-lidded while he looks at you. “Why is that?”
“I, um,” your brain is faltering, overwhelmed by him. The way he looms over you, the way his fingers dance across your waist, the way he’s looking at you like you’re his last meal. “I don’t— spite, maybe? Jae, you’re getting really…really close.”
“Does that bother you, doll?” He asks, he’s only a few inches away, and you’re getting the urge to lean up and press your lips against his. 
“N-nope. Not at all. In fact,” Your hands are wrapped around his jacket, holding him so he can’t step away from you, “this is great.” He smiles, and you don’t see joy in it. You see mischief and lust. 
“Really?” 
“Mhm.” One of his hands slides up to grip your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. 
“And what if,” his voice is just a whisper, his breath fanning your cheek when he tilts your head to the side. “I did this?”
His lips are warm against your skin. Warm, and soft, and your breath is hitching in your throat andd you know he can feel it. Hyunjae kisses your neck right below your ear, his teeth just scraping against the tender skin and his lips sucking gently. Your eyes are fluttering, your body leaning closer to his. His hand releases your jaw, finding its way back to your waist while your own hands slide up to tangle in his hair. 
He slides his lips down, trailing them across your neck and sucking little pink marks into the skin. 
“Should—” you stumble over your sentence when Hyunjae pulls your shirt to the side, placing kisses to your collarbone. “Should we b-be doing this?” He hums, and the vibrations against your skin have you gasping.
“What do you mean, doll?” He pulls away, leaning back up to look you in the eye. His eyes are halflidded and dark, filled with the lust you had seen in his smile. Your jaw drops open a bit, your hands sliding back down to his shoulders when he leans toward you again. 
“I just— I mean— what would Sangyeon think?” Hyunjae rolls his eyes. “I’m seri—” He’s kissing you before you can finish that sentence. It’s a rough, searing kiss and the suddenness has you gasping. With your mouth now open, Hyunjae is able to slip his tongue into your mouth. It dances along your own, tracing every inch of the wet cavern of your mouth. Your lips are slightly chapped against his, and you wonder if he notices. You wonder if he cares, but the way he groans against your mouth tells you he doesn’t. That he cares only about the way your lips mold against his, the way your tongue dances against his own, and the way your body seems to fit perfectly to his. 
“Who—” his lips press against yours as he speaks, “cares— what— he— thinks?”
Hyunjae presses further against you, pressing you into the bookshelf, and you can feel the kiss becoming sloppy. You can feel the spit beginning to slide down your chin, but when you try to wipe it away your brother’s best friend pins your arm above your head. You squeak into his mouth, feeling him smile against you. 
He pulls back just slightly, catching your lower lip between his teeth and watching your eyes flutter, listening to the whine that escapes you. 
Hyunjae says something to you, something you don’t catch, and then he squeezes your hip.
“Sorry. What did you say?” He smiles, and this time you know he’s amused. There’s a little twinkle in his eye, and you find yourself smiling along with him.
“I said,” he drawls, “that we should get out of here.” 
“Oh…” you hum. “Yeah, no, yeah we should.” He tilts your head up again, his eyes narrowing.
“Are you okay, doll?” 
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” You reassure him, “Just…a little shocked, I guess?” 
“Shocked,” he echoes, tilting his head to the side. “Shocked about what, doll?” You shrug, your cheeks starting to burn from the way he stares at you. 
“You’re just…you’re a really good kisser.” You’re mumbling, but you know by the way his smile grows that he heard you.
“What was that?” He coos, turning his head so he can “hear you better”. You scoff. “I didn’t quite catch what you said. I’m a really good what?”
“I said you’re a dick,” you snap and push him away from you, your cheeks now blazing. He trails after you, practically giggling at the reaction he pulled out of you. Haknyeon is still at the table when you come into view and you see his eyes go wide when he sees you.
“What…happened to you?” You grab your jacket and bag, shaking your head. 
“I’ll tell you tomorrow, Hak.” You feel Hyunjae’s hand on the small of your back, urging you along and you watch your best friend’s eyes bug out of his head. 
“He— you— are you two—”
“She said she’ll tell you tomorrow, Hak.” Hyunjae says sharply, now firmly pushing you along. “Let’s go, doll.” 
~
You’re in his car, straddling his waist in the backseat. Your lips are pressed against his in a rough kiss, much sloppier than in the library. It’s a mess of tongue and teeth and spit and his skin is so warm against yours. Your hands are underneath his shirt, but his are under your own shirt. You can feel goosebumps rising on your skin where his hands trace. Your waist, your stomach, your back, underneath your breasts. He’s so gentle with you. You, on the other hand, are rough. Your hands are digging into the skin of his abdomen, sliding across his abs and up to his chest. He hisses when your nails dig into him, undoubtedly leaving little crescents into his golden skin. 
You pull away only briefly, a string of spit connected between the two of you. He’s staring at you with awestruck eyes, staring at the marks he left on your skin, at the knots he made in your hair, at the stretched collar of your shirt from where he pulled on it. 
“What happened to what Sangyeon would think?” Hyunjae’s hand slip to cup your ass over your jeans. 
“I’m not the one that’s gonna have to tell him that his best friend fucked his little sister in the backseat of his car in the library parking lot.” You tug your shirt over your head, tossing it to the front seat. To be fair, Hyunjae moved the car into the darkest corner of the lot, but his windows weren’t tinted and if security came around to check what was up, you’d both be fucked (in more ways than one). “Besides, should you really be worrying about that right now?”
Hyunjae lowers his mouth to your chest, placing wet, sloppy kisses to the soft skin while you unhook your bra and let it slide off your arms. 
“You’re really gonna make me do it? All on my own?” He gazes up at you and you can only smile at him.
“If you want me to suck your dick, yeah. You will.” His grip on your waist tightens and his eyes go wide. You lift his head, connecting your lips again as you begin to roll your hips against his. He hisses out, letting his head fall back at the sudden pressure against his growing erection. You let your eyes drift closed, enjoying the friction, enjoying the pleasure each roll of your hips sends up your spine until you decide it isn’t enough. Until the quiet, gasping breaths that escape the boy under you aren’t enough. Until you need more.
You force yourself off of him, pushing yourself as far back as you can in the cramped backseat of his car, the little waves of pleasure dissipating as you undo the button of your pants and begin to tug them down. Hyunjae watches you, eyes hazy and chest heaving under his shirt. You pause in your motions and stare at him with a cocked eyebrow. 
“What?” He exhales heavily and you scoff, kicking his leg. He hisses, lifting his head and glaring at you.
“You really think I’m gonna be the only one undressing? Take your shit off, Lee Jaehyun.” He sits up, leaning toward you. Challenging you.
“Why would I do that, doll?” He coos. “I quite enjoy the little show you’re putting on for me.” You can hear the little tremor in his voice, can see his cock straining against his jeans. You love the act he puts on, the way he wants you to think he’s in charge, so you play along.
You widen your eyes, playing the role of a desperate little girl. He may be older, but you’re smarter. You’ve known him long enough to get an idea of what he likes, just based on what you’ve accidentally overheard from his conversations with your older brother. 
“Jae,” you practically purr, leaning forward and letting him see the way you’re squeezing your breasts together with your arms. He watches you lace your hands together, tenses when you place them on his knees and bring yourself forward until your mouth is right next to his ear. His breathing hitches when your breasts brush against his chest. “Can you please take your clothes off, baby?” You press a gentle kiss to his jaw. “I promise I’ll be good.” 
He doesn’t respond, but you can hear him shuffling, hear the zipper of his pants and feel him shoving the garment down his legs as fast as he can. His shirt follows after, and you lean back with a pretty little smile on your lips as you slowly pull your jeans down. Hyunjae watches you carefully, practically drooling as more and more of your skin is exposed to him. More for him to touch, to feel, to play with. 
When the last bit of your legs is exposed and your jeans are thrown to the side, he tugs you onto his lap again. You both hiss when his fully erect cock presses against your core, when the slick fabric of your underwear brushes against him and leaves a small damp spot on his boxers. Your hand rises to the back of his neck, nails scratching gently as you begin to roll your hips again. 
You aren’t slow this time, you aren’t gentle with him. You grind against him as if you’re already riding his cock. You roll your hips in gentle circles, pressing down hard with each drag of your hips. This is the pleasure you were searching for. This is soothing the ache that had been building and building since the night at the staircase. 
You listen to the pitiful whines that leave Hyunjae’s mouth, listen to the gasps, and the pleas. You feel the way he lifts his hips to meet yours, thrusting harder and harder with each moan of his name that leaves your mouth. 
“D-doll,” Hyunjae whimpers, “Y/N, please. ‘M s-so close, doll, please.” 
“Please what, baby?” You lower your head to his neck, sucking harsh purple marks into his skin and running your tongue over each one to sooth the burn you know is there. “Hmm? What do you need from your doll?”
“You pro-promised,” he pleaded, squeezing at your hips and trying desperately to get you to stop. You can feel his dick twitching underneath you, and your hips only move faster and harder against him. You can see the tears welling up in his eyes. 
“What did I promise, Jae?” You ask. “Tell me.”
“You prom— promised you’d— that you’d suck me off.” You kiss your teeth, slowing your hips. Your own body is screaming at you, begging you for the release you’d just ripped away from both of you. You, unlike Hyunjae, are good at hiding how desperate you really are to have him inside of you. He’s still thrusting into you, whining at the loss of pleasure. 
“I did, didn’t I?” You run the back of your hand down his cheek and watch him lean into your touch. “I can’t let my baby suffer now, hmm? Not after he asked so nicely.” 
Hyunjae watches in awe as you slide to the ground in front of him, tugging his boxers down with you. He watches as you brush your hand over his leaking cock, running your thumb over the slit and digging in. He whines loudly, jerking his hips into your touch. 
You pull your hand away just briefly to spit into your palm, using that and the pearly liquid leaking from his tip to help run your hand up and down on his length, squeezing gently when you get closer to his tip. 
When your lips finally wrap around him, a shudder runs down Hyunjae’s body, his back arching and his head falling back. There’s a brief moment between when you first put your mouth on him to when you begin to suck, one where you just watch the older boy twitch and shudder under your touch. 
You don’t linger too long, shifting and rising a bit on your knees so you can take more of him down your throat. Your hands grip at his thighs, squeezing tightly when he hits the back of your throat and you have to hold yourself back from gagging. You pull yourself back up, suckling at his tip before bringing yourself back down onto him, taking a bit more of him into your mouth. You repeat these actions until you’re able to take all of him into your mouth. 
From there, when you take him down your throat you moan around him, letting the vibrations hit him until his hips jerk up and he’s sent impossibly farther down your throat before pulling yourself back up and digging your tongue into his slit and drinking in the precum that leaks from his cock. He’s a whining, blubbering mess, begging you to go faster. To make him cum. To do anything except tease him, but you don’t listen. You take your time, occasionally pulling off his dick entirely just to watch him suffer. 
“‘M close again,” he chokes out, barely heard above the sloppy noises of you choking on his cock time and time again. His eyes, up until this point, have been squeezed shut. He’s afraid that if he looks at you, he’ll bust right then and there. “Fuck, doll, please.” 
He makes the fatal mistake of opening his eyes, making direct eye contact with you. His breath hitches in his throat again, his chest tightening. You look so messy, drool running down your chin and onto his balls. Your make up is running down your cheeks, your hands squeezing so tightly at his thighs. 
It just takes you sending him into the back of your throat one more time for him to regain control of himself, gripping your hair and sitting up a bit. Your eyes go wide when he thrusts into your mouth the first time. He hears you gag, but he’s just so close. He’s so close, and he can’t help how his hips move faster and faster, each brush of his tip against the back of your throat sending him spiraling just a bit more out of control.
“You thought I’d just let you take control?” he hisses, tugging your face towards his hips when you try to pull away. He can hear your muffled sobs, hear you gagging on him. “Let you run this show? Pretty girl, you have no idea what you just got yourself in—to—” He stutters his last word, his eyes rolling into the back of his head while he empties his load into your throat. He hears you choke and pulls back, letting the last ropes of cum paint your cheeks and your chin while more spills out the side of your mouth. 
Hyunjae gasps for breath, watching you pull yourself back onto the seat with your back pressed against the door. He watches you run your fingers through the mess on the lower half of your face, bringing it to your lips. You whine at the taste of him, and he feels his cock twitching back to life already. 
Then he notices the lack of underwear on your body. Sometime between you taking control, and him forcing it back you stripped yourself of the last bit of clothing on your body. He turns toward you, wrapping a hand around each of your legs to spread you open. Your eyes are wide again, and you try to protest when he lowers himself to be face-to-face with your sopping wet cunt. 
“Such a pretty doll,” he murmurs, bringing a finger to your slit and collecting some of your juices. Your body twitches, trying to pull away from him but he just pulls you closer. “So cute, still trying to be in control of something.” 
He runs his tongue all the way up the length of your pussy, stopping to suck on your clit before bringing his tongue back down and repeating that again and again and again. You writhe underneath him, moaning loudly when he digs his tongue into you, practically fucking you with it before he’s slipping two fingers inside of you. You knew it would sting with just one of his fingers, but the burn of two fingers pushing inside of you and immediately beginning to pump in and out of you at a rapid pace has you crying out and curling away from him. He just holds you closer, his fingers scissoring in and out and his mouth sucking relentlessly and the knot inside of you is growing so tight, your body curling and your hands gripping his hair tightly. 
Then your body goes slack, your vision blurring and your ears ringing as you release all over the bottom half of his face. He doesn’t relent, doesn’t stop drinking up your release until you’re kicking your legs and shoving his body away from you. 
You both gasp for breath, trying to recover. Your body is tingling with your release and you can see Hyunjae leaning against the door opposite you, running his hand up and down his length while he watches you, waiting for his cock to become erect again so he can fuck you.
“So,” his voice is rough, “now that we’re somewhat even, I vote that we both tell Sangyeon that I fucked his little sister in the backseat of my car.” You roll your eyes.
“I just gave you the best suck of your life, and you think I’m gonna tell my big brother that his best friend fucked me? His best friend that’s two years older than me?”
“You’re 21,” Hyunjae frowns, “two years isn’t that bad. If you were 14 and I was 16, then it would be weird, but that’s not the case. We’re both legal adults in college.” His hand slows on his cock, but he keeps his fingers wrapped around the tip. You run your tongue over your lip.
“Jaehyun, I thought you hated me. What changed?” He shrugged.
“Simple. I never hated you. Sure for a while you were just my best friend’s annoying sister, but like…I dunno. I never really hated you, I just didn’t know how else to interact with you. What about you? I thought you hated being around me.”
“Yeah because I wanted to make out with you half the time you were around,” you roll your eyes and let your head rest against the steamed window. Hyunjae sputters out a laugh, throwing his head back and yelping when it slams against the glass. You gasp and jump forward, crawling over his lap to cradle his head.
“Shit, Jae, are you alright?” You run your fingers through his hair, feeling for where his hit his head. He lets his forehead rest against your collarbone, still laughing. “Why would you throw your head back like that?”
“You sure have a funny way of showing that you like me, you know that, doll?” His lips press gently into your skin and you flick the side of his head. He hisses under his breath and pinches your hip. 
“You worry me sometimes, Lee Jaehyun.” He hums and brings his hands to your hips. “You gonna fuck me now?” He kisses his teeth and pushes you off his lap until you’re on the leather seats again. 
“Hands and knees, doll,” he instructs and you grin.
“Ooh, doggy style. Didn’t think you liked that kind of thing.” You roll onto your hands and knees, lowering the front half of your torso until you’re able to lay your head on your hands and (sort of) gaze back at Hyunjae. You watch him pull a foil packet out of the center console and click your tongue. “Only use one if you want to. I’m clean and on birth control. As long as you’re clean and fine with it, you don’t have to.” You watch the man behind you shudder again.
“God, Sangyeon really is gonna fuckin’ kill me, doll.”
“Problem for tomorrow, really.” You suck in a sharp breath when you feel his tip pressing into your entrance. A quite whine escapes you at the stretch, and Hyunjae rubs your sides to sooth you while he continues to slowly press himself inside of you.
“Almost there, baby.” He assures you. “Just a bit over halfway.”
“Are you shitting me?” you whine. “Why the fuck are you so big?”
“Good genetics, doll.” You feel his hips against your ass and your body relaxes slightly. “Tell me when, okay?” 
“Just fucking go already,” you hiss, fighting through the stretch. “God, just fuck me Hyunjae, please.” Your hips roll back against his and he exhales shakily. 
“You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“It’s either me or my brother, pick one baby.” 
Your teeth dig into your lip when Hyunjae gives an experimental, shallow thrust into you. He pulls out a few more inches and thrusts into you again. When he pulls himself out all the way to the tip, he inhales sharply before plunging into you. Your body jerks forward at the force of it, a moan escaping you, and then he’s plowing into you at full force. 
Hyunjae drives his hips into you hard and fast, your body jerking forward so much that you have to grab onto the door to stop yourself from hitting it. The moans you let out become loud cries and screams of his name and you know that if there’s anyone left in the parking lot, they’ll know exactly what’s happening. You can only pray that they know better than to approach the window, pray that they can’t see the way you beg for Hyunjae to move faster, to go harder if that were possible. 
“Such a good, pretty girl for me,” Hyunjae tangles a hand in your hair, yanking you back into his chest. The new angle has his cock driving into that spongey spot inside of you time and time again. “So pretty like this, filled with me. But what would Sangyeon think, hm? What will he think of his pretty little sister getting fucked senseless by his best friend, someone he trusted to look after her while she studies?”
“F-fuck, Hyunjae, please!” You beg, clawing at his hands and his hips and the back of his neck. “Fuck, harder, baby, harder!’
“You want me to go harder baby?” Hyunjae coos, sliding one of his hands down to your clit. “Want your brother’s best friend to fuck you until you can’t breathe? Until you’re begging me to stop?”
“Yes,” you cry out, “please please please, Hyunjae!” He groans, loud and raspy in your ear and you can feel your abdomen starting to tighten okay. “Oh god, I’m so close baby please! So close, so close!” 
“I know baby,” he grunts, “fuck, you’re so fucking tight around me, doll.” 
His fingers are rubbing harsh circles around your sensitive clit, the callouses of his hands providing that delicious friction to drive you straight over the edge screaming his name and squeezing tightly around his cock like a vice until he can only grind his hips into you, and then he’s groaning and warm ropes of cum are filling you and spilling out around his cock. 
It takes the two of you a few minutes to recover before he’s pulling tissues and wipes out of his glove compartment and gently wiping away any traces of his release. When he gets to your face, he can only smile at the dazed look in your eyes.
“So, I take it I’m telling your brother?”
“You can bet your ass you are.” He hums and places a featherlight kiss to your lips. 
“You called me Hyunjae for the first time.” You hum.
“Don’t get used to it, Lee Jaehyun. It was heat of the moment.” He laughs, tugging his boxers and jeans back onto his body before helping you with your bra and underwear. 
“I meant it, you know.” He says when he’s got you situated in the front seat of the car. You look at him with tired eyes, enjoying the heat that comes with his car being on. Your seat is reclined so you can rest on your way home, and one of your hands is wrapped in Hyunjae’s. “When I told you that I never hated you. And if you’d let me, I want to take you out on a date after finals.” 
The thought brings a gentle smile onto your face.
“Only if Sangyeon doesn’t kill you first.”
~
It’s two days later when you force Hyunjae to tell him. The marks on your neck, and the scratches on Hyunjae’s haven’t faded in the slightest, and you know Sangyeon has been asking his best friend about them. 
You’d been sitting on your bed with your boyfriend when Sangyeon burst into the room, yelling at you about the dishes and stopping when he saw the two of you curled up on your comforter. You could see his mind trying to click everything into place, followed by your brother taking a few steps forward and Hyunjae sliding off your bed to get to your open window. 
“LEE JAEHYUN YOU’RE SO FUCKING DEAD!” Your brother screams out the open window while Hyunjae makes a run for his house, one hand thrown into the air. 
“WORTH IT!” You hear him yell, and you can’t muffle the laugh you let out before your brother turns on you with nothing but rage in those brown eyes of his. 
“Lee Y/N,” he hisses.
“In my defense, it was all him.” You back away from your brother, shuffling to the edge of your room.
“You’re dating my best friend?” 
“Maybe? Depends on how you react to either answer.”
“Oh, I’m gonna fucking kill you both.”
“Only if you can catch us!” You bolt out of your room, screaming when you hear him pounding after you. 
Maybe telling your brother wasn’t the best idea. But, then again, it was all worth it in the end. Dying young wouldn’t be so bad, at least in your eyes.
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𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 : a series!
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[7 OF 11 NOW CUFFED!] ; it's cuffing season! — and the boyz are in for quite the adventure as they learn to juggle school, work, friends, and love.
starring: the boyz, f!reader
genre: college au, fluff, humor, comfort, assorted pairings
word count: 216k/?? // at least 20k+ words per part
**note: the main plotline (the 4 szns) can be read completely as stand-alones. all other spin-offs can also technically be read as stand-alones, but some might require context from the main plotline. (all prev yns will appear as __!yn)
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a/n: i'm very excited for this series tbh and i really hope i retain the strength to finish it 🤧 a great way to help me out tho is to blow this post up by reblogging, esp since tumblr gatekeeps the actual fics when they're published :')
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SEASON ONE: PARTY PEOPLE — jacob b.
yours and jacob's mutual friend kevin is convinced that you're meant to be, even if he only just met you. (trailer, 34k)
SEASON TWO: FLIGHT RISK — eric s.
you and eric met on an airplane, and that's where you thought it would end, but clearly the universe has a different plan in mind. (trailer, 30k)
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everyone thinks changmin is cute and harmless, but you know that's not who he really is. (trailer, 36k)
SEASON FOUR: AIN'T NO ROMEO — l. hyunjae
your best friend hyunjae ain't no romeo, but you're still in love... so let's hope he doesn't find out you wrote a whole play about him! (trailer, 30k)
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— spin-offs & side adventures.
RHAPSODY ANONYMOUS — k. sunwoo
you never thought your humble, little podcast would ever touch somebody's soul like it did one kim sunwoo's. (trailer, 28k)
RESCUE PROTOCOL — kevin m.
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AT YOUR CONVENIENCE — k. younghoon
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HOT COMMODITY — j. haknyeon
no matter how many times he's been to this restaurant, haknyeon swears he's not just here for the cute waitress. (trailer, __)
PINKY SWEAR — c. chanhee
you and chanhee are far from the years of pinky swears, but here you are, still lacing fingers after all this time. (trailer, __)
THE REVEAL — l. sangyeon
does sangyeon really have a secret girlfriend? well... let's find out. (trailer, __)
CLASS(Y) ACTION — l. juyeon
nothing is more cutthroat than the legal sphere, and sometimes we have to find allies in the strangest places—even if he spills coffee on you. (trailer, __)
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blu-joons · 2 years
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When He Finds You Wearing His Shirt ~ The Boyz Reaction
Sangyeon:
You didn’t quite know where to look as you bumped into Sangyeon, following his gaze to the shirt that you were wearing with a knowing glance.
“What suddenly made you decide to wear one of my shirts?” He asked you, unable to hide the smile that threatened.
“Just because,” you simply replied, knowing that was the only reason that Sangyeon needed to hear as he loved seeing you whenever you wore his shirt.
His head nodded, accepting your answer. “I like how this one looks on you, I think it’s a favourite.”
Your smile widened as Sangyeon twirled you around to check exactly how it fitted. “I can’t believe I’ve never found this shirt in your wardrobe before to wear.”
“I have a feeling that I won’t be getting this shirt back for a while either,” Sangyeon joked, knowing you far too well.
“You’re definitely right there,” you agreed, knowing that you were definitely going to get some use out of the new shirt you’d found.
“You’re lucky that you look so good in it,” he told you.
“And that you just can’t say no to me.”
Jacob:
His palms pressed together as soon as Jacob found you, unable to control the smile that grew wide as he found you at last backstage.
“You look incredible,” he complimented as you twirled around to show him his shirt that you had decided to wear.
“I’ve got to make sure that everyone knows that I’m yours, right?” You laughed as Jacob stood you in front of him so that he could take a closer look.
He nodded proudly, “at least with you wearing this, everyone in the crowd will know I’m taken.”
You hummed back at Jacob as he finally looked up to meet your eyes. “I think I’ve done well wearing this, not only is it your shirt, but it’s your merch too.”
“You really look like one of our fans,” Jacob chimed, “but best of all, you look like you’re my biggest fan as well.”
“I’ll definitely be the biggest fan of yours in that crowd tonight,” you laughed, “and wearing this, you can spot me.”
“I know exactly what shirt I’m looking for,” he chuckled.
“I’ll be right there in the front row.”
Younghoon:
A groan came from you as you looked through your bag, failing to find the one thing that you were sure that you had packed to stay over.
“What’s wrong?” Younghoon asked you as he heard you throwing everything back into your bag out of frustration.
“I’ve forgotten something to sleep in,” you huffed with a shake of your head. “I can’t go back to my apartment at this time of night just for some pyjamas.”
Younghoon pointed across to his wardrobe, “why don’t you have a look through there instead?”
Your eyes went wide as you realised where in the room he was pointing to. “Are you sure that you don’t mind if I sleep in one of your shirts, just for tonight?”
“As if I’d ever mind,” Younghoon chuckled. “I bet you probably forgot pyjamas on purpose for me to have to do this.”
“No,” you quickly assured him, “I genuinely did mean to pack some, but I was in a rush, and I must have left them.”
“Y/N, I’m only messing, but really, pick a shirt,” he assured you.
“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting this.”
Hyunjae:
A chuckle came from Jaehyun as soon as he saw you backstage, unable to hide the proud smile that soon appeared on his face as he saw you.
“You look incredible,” he applauded once he was close enough to you, “what made you decide to wear this to the concert?”
“It’s your merch,” you replied as if the answer was obvious, “I managed to find this in your wardrobe, so I thought I’d wear it to show my support.”
Jaehyun took your hand, twirling you around, “I’ve never seen anyone look better in our merch.”
Your head shook as he stopped you so that you were facing him. “I thought it might help me to blend in a little better with your fans wearing this too.”
“I don’t want you to blend in,” Jaehyun hummed, “I want you to stand out, to be the only person that I see out in the crowd tonight.”
“I’ll make sure that you can see me,” you laughed, “I’ll be the one absolutely losing their mind every time that you start singing.”
“I’m so excited to perform for you,” Jaehyun shyly admitted.
“I can’t wait to watch you up there too.”
Juyeon:
Your eyes looked around in panic as you stepped out of the shower, finding Juyeon’s shirt and throwing it on so you could walk out.
“Oh,” he chimed as he watched the bathroom door open, “I was wondering where I left that shirt earlier.”
“It was on the bathroom floor,” you told him, pointing to the spot where you found it, “and I kind of forgot to take my pyjamas in to change into.”
Juyeon’s head shook as you made your way across to your suitcase, “what are you doing now?”
You looked back at him as he spoke to you. “I’m looking for my pyjamas, you’re probably wanting your shirt back so I can swap out of it and give it to you.”
“I never said that I wanted my shirt back,” Juyeon smirked, “in fact, I was just thinking of letting you wear it instead.”
“Really?” You smiled, watching his head nod in reply to you. “In that case, I think I should zip this back up again.”
“I definitely think that’s the right thing to do,” Juyeon grinned.
“I think I prefer your shirt anyway.”
Kevin:
A huff came from Kevin as soon as you turned around and showed him how the shirt that he gave you to wear looked on you.
“It’s unfair,” he sighed, folding his arms in front of his chest, shaking his head leaving you confused and disappointed.
“Why is it unfair?” You asked as he went silent, moving your hands to hold the bottom of the shirt as you tried to decide whether to take it off.
After a few moments, Kevin spoke up again. “You look better in my shirt than I do, it’s not fair.”
Your eyes rolled as soon as he finished speaking, chuckling away to himself. “You’re an idiot, I really thought I’d done something wrong by your reaction.”
“You have done something wrong,” Kevin corrected, “you look better in my shirt than I do, that’s a huge crime Y/N.”
“You’re an idiot,” you told him with a shake of your head, “you can’t scare me like that, I thought I’d upset you.”
“My heart hurts that you look better,” he dramatically told you.
“It’s not my fault that I look better.”
New:
As soon as he walked down the stairs, Chanhee’s eyes were drawn to you stood in your kitchen, waiting patiently for him to get up.
“I was looking for that,” he chuckled as soon as he found you walking around the room with his shirt hung around you.
“This?” You teased as you pushed the switch down on the kettle to get started on breakfast. “I just wanted something nice to come down in.”
Chanhee held his hands up innocently, “I’m definitely not complaining about seeing you in it.”
Your head nodded as you pulled one of the dining chairs out. “If you sit here you’ll be able to carry on seeing me wearing it whilst I make breakfast.”
“Is it my birthday?” He suddenly asked you, “or am I just dreaming right now watching you walk around in my shirt.”
“Shut up,” you teased in response to him, “if you want to mess with me then you can always make your own breakfast.”
“No way, I’m excited to see this,” Chanhee admitted.
“Then be quiet and sit yourself down.”
Q:
A hum of confusion came from Changmin as he walked into the bedroom to find you sat staring back at him with one of his shirts on.
“I don’t remember telling you that you could wear my clothes,” he smirked across at you, “where did you even get that from?”
“You snooze you lose,” you laughed as he closed the door behind him, “I just found it screwed up on the floor over there, so I thought I’d try it on.”
Changmin’s eyes rolled as you spoke, “you could have folded it and put it away for me Y/N.”
Your head shook at his suggestion, “where would the fun be in that? I was wondering why you never let me wear your shirts, and now I see why.”
“Because my shirts are comfy,” Changmin groaned, sitting down beside you, “but they’re supposed to be comfy just for me.”
“Now they can be comfy for me too,” you sniggered, resting your head against his shoulder, “it’s nice to share anyway Changmin.”
“You’re not going to share, you’ll steal,” he predicted.
“You always think so lowly of me.”
Juhaknyeon:
His head shook in disbelief as you walked towards Haknyeon in the coffee shop, knowing exactly where his eyes were looking.
“Did you think if you wore a jacket then I wouldn’t notice you wearing my shirt underneath?” He laughed as you took a seat.
“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to notice quite as quickly,” you confessed as you picked up a menu, “I thought I hid it pretty well.”
Haknyeon’s head shook in reply to you, “as soon as you walked in the door, I knew it was mine.”
Your smile was wide as Haknyeon’s eyes remained fixated on you. “I never realised that you had such good shirts, I mean it really completes the fit.”
“Is this what you do when I leave you at the dorm whilst I head off to work?” Haknyeon quizzed, “raid my wardrobe quietly?”
“I just thought I’d have a browse, there wasn’t much else to do with the place so empty,” you grinned, "I'm glad I did."
"Am I going to have to hide my clothes?” He joked.
“You might want to move your favourites.”
Sunwoo:
His eyes lit up as soon as Sunwoo watched you walk out of the bathroom with his shirt on, feeling his heart race straight away.
“I definitely didn’t think that my shirt would suit you as well as that,” Sunwoo proudly smiled as he studied you closely.
“It’s so comfortable,” you laughed as you sat down on the end of the bed, “I might have to steal more of your shirts from now on if they’re like this.”
Sunwoo reached forwards, pulling you towards him. “You can’t leave me with an empty wardrobe.2
Your head shook as you sat right beside him, “I won’t leave you with an empty wardrobe, maybe I’ll leave you with one or two so that you can get by.”
“You’re so cruel,” he joked, draping his arm across your shoulders. “I think that I could get used to seeing you wearing my shirts.”
“I think I could get used to wearing your shirts too,” you smirked, “I’ve never worn something as cosy as this before.”
“What about when you’re hugging me?” Sunwoo pouted.
“That’s definitely at least a close second.”
Eric:
As soon as he found you, Youngjae grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him as he checked to see what shirt you were wearing.
“You can’t wear that walking around this place,” he told you, turning away so that you faced away from the direction of the boys.
“Why not?” You asked him in confusion, unsure what was so wrong with it. “It’s just a shirt Youngjae, they won’t mind at all.”
His head shook back at you, “it’s my shirt Y/N, they’ll know that you’re wearing my shirt.”
You continued to look across at Youngjae with a puzzled expression, “I don’t get what’s wrong about them knowing that I’m wearing your shirt here Youngjae.”
“They’ll tease me,” he sighed, pleadingly looking across at you, “I can’t be bothered to hear them rinse me about you wearing this.”
“Is that really the problem?” You quizzed, letting go of a slight chuckle. “If you’re that worried, do you want me to change?”
“I just don’t want to be teased,” he frowned to you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go and swap it now.”
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juyofans · 1 month
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✶ rose petals ( l.hj )
pairing › lee hyunjae x afab reader. about › 1.9k, nsfw (minors dni), fluff warnings › cockwarming, bath sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it guys), slight degradation, creampie, just porn no plot, hyunjae deserves his own warning, hyunjae being a menace (but when is he not!)
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you might fall asleep.
the only thing that’s floating in your mind right now is warmth. it’s too comfortable here, pressed against a soft cushion and surrounded by a blanket of pure fluff. your eyes flutter shut, basking in the dimness of a low, ambient glow and the soft melodies of frank sinatra tiptoeing in the background.
“are you falling asleep on me, honey?”
you hum, opening your eyes to see your fiancé staring at you. he’s smiling softly, as if he caught you red-handed, but you merely just snuggle against his chest in response.
“can you blame me?” you ask, and he curls his arm around your waist, feeling your skin under his fingers.
the bubbles flurry around you, and the light of the candles dances off the foam, creating rainbows against the water of the bath. a rose petal finds its way near you, wandering through the water, and you trace ripples through the liquid to watch it reverberate around your fingertips.
“not really, if it weren’t for the elephant in the room.”
hyunjae shifts his leg a little, and you gasp, suddenly hyper-aware of your surroundings. the drowsiness evaporates off of you as you clutch his hand, intertwining his fingers that lay underneath the surface of the bubble bath.
yes, it might be worthwhile to acknowledge the elephant in the room, that is hyunjae’s dick sitting snugly inside of you for the past thirty minutes. despite your initial protests, he successfully coerced you into cockwarming him, arguing it would be a relaxing and intimate bonding experience. and it was, until he decided to let the devil on his shoulder dictate his actions and ruin any moment of calmness you two were basking in.
“fuck you,” you whisper, trying to calm your senses.
“oh trust me, i am.”
you would roll your eyes hearing the mirth in his voice if it weren’t for the fact that he basically had you by the throat. he pulls you in closer, and it’s almost embarrassing how fast you clench around him. his head dips down to rest against the curve of your shoulder, releasing a restrained sigh at your actions.
“god, we’re been doing this shit for thirty minutes and you’re still this tight. what else do i need to do, fuck you open?”
you whine against him, clearly not prepared for the absolute filth that his words are. if he doesn’t follow through with that very sentence then you might as well melt into a puddle, right here on his dick.
“hyunjae…” you whimper, watching his eyes bore into you.
he raises an eyebrow, asking you to elaborate like the menace he is.
“hyunjae please, i need you,” you cry, hoping to convince him even slightly. “just wanna feel your dick fucking into me. you’ll let me have that, won’t you?”
“fuck, y/n,” he murmurs after processing your words, his breathing heavy against your collarbone. “you’re gonna be the death of me, you know that?”
in a split second, his hands find your waist and grip you tightly as pulls you up, slipping his dick out of you. you whine, not enjoying the feeling of emptiness already, but before you can even complain, he’s spinning you around and letting your legs straddle his waist. you gasp, gripping his shoulders at the unexpected action, and he grips your waist tightly. this way, you’re positioned right on top of his dick, exactly where you want him. you sniffle, wanting him to put you out of your misery and fuck up into you, but instead, he guides the tip against your folds and ruts himself against you. his dick catches onto your clit, once, twice, too many times that have you panting his name in an effort to stop, to stop teasing you and fill you up like you were made for that very purpose.
“you think you deserve my dick after falling asleep on it?” he asks, rocking against you harder.
you cry out, murmuring apologies as he guides his cock faster. it’s a dizzy sensation, one that has you squirming against him, but it’s not nearly enough. your pussy aches, empty from the sudden loss of his dick, and you know you can’t come from this alone.
“jae, inside please,” you pant, trying to meet the heavy gaze of his eyes.
he looks up suddenly, staring into you before he stops completely. the bubbly feeling inside your stomach fades and the rose petals in the water stop swirling around you. the light from the candles stays stagnant, casting a soft glow over hyunjae’s body. his skin shimmers from the light perspiration and all you can think about is how unreal he looks, straight out of a movie.
“want it that badly?” he asks suddenly. “then work for it.”
the whole world shifts as he removes his hands from your waist, and you clutch onto his shoulders tighter. your arms are now the only support holding you up, and the action is so sudden that your nails dig into his soft skin. you whine, but he just laughs and folds his hands behind his head, leaning back against the edge of the tub. he looks irresistible like this, with hooded eyes scanning over your figure and a slight smirk playing on his lips. your pussy throbs against his dick, and you have to bite your lip to stop any noise from escaping.
you can’t believe he’s making you work for this, especially after you begged him nicely, but you should’ve known that you could never get away with anything that easily. hyunjae has never been one to spoil you wholeheartedly, but you suppose that’s what makes the reward even more gratifying when he finally gives in.
“well? get a move on,” he complains, shifting so his dick hovers right above your entrance.
you exhale, your eyes scrunching shut as you lower yourself. you can feel the bubbles pop around you as he fills you up tightly, so perfectly as if he was made to be there. it had only been a couple of minutes since he pulled out of you, but even that alone was agonizing, a gut-wrenching feeling of hollowness that you desperately needed filled.
“you’re so mean,” you gasp, watching the water swish around you as you sink down, “so, so mean.”
your pussy practically sucks him in, fluttering around him like crazy. soft moans escape your lips as you finally bottom out on top of him, his dick stretching you out for miles to come. he groans, throwing his head back, and it takes everything in you not to come right there from how absolutely sinful he looks in this very moment.
“i know baby, i know,” he whines, watching the way you lift up off him to repeat the process. “but it’s worth it, isn’t it?”
you nod, breathless from the way you work yourself open on him. you can’t really deny his question when it is, in fact, so worth it watching the way he reacts as you sink back down on him. his cock is angled inside you perfectly, hitting exactly where it should be, and you can already feel the tension inside your stomach swirling.
“doing so good f’ me. that’s my girl,” he praises, eyes trained on your chest as you bounce on him.
his small noises spur you on and you adjust your speed, picking up the pace to make him fall apart faster. the ache in your legs slowly starts to burn, but you try not to pay attention to it when you’re this close to reaching what you need. you, hyunjae, and the warmth of the bathtub are enough to make you come, and as you use him for merely your pleasure, you go into tunnel vision just to achieve that.
but hyunjae knows you well enough to know that after almost falling asleep, you’re probably weaker than usual. in a normal setting, you could ride him like a pornstar, but the telltale way your legs are shaking now is enough information for him to help you out. hyunjae’s arms catch onto the back of your thighs, making you cease your ministrations as he adjusts you on his lap. your eyes flutter open as he squeezes his fingers softly, and your high subsides as you slow to a stop.
“what- what are you doing?”
you can feel his fingers tracing up your thigh, hovering dangerously close to where you two are interconnected.
“my baby’s tired, huh?”
you want to protest, to let you continue, but the way he’s staring at you makes you nod your head in defeat.
“it’s okay, shh,” he comforts, rubbing your soft skin, “you did so well for me, let me take care of you.”
the water splashes around you as he shifts around, bringing you closer on his lap. his fingers make their way to your clit, tracing small circles that leave you breathless. you choke and your hips attempt to grind against him, chasing your own pleasure, but he stops you by grabbing onto your waist with his free hand.
“just stay still like this, honey.”
you don’t even get a chance to question him because he pinches your clit, already knowing the answer. you shudder, feeling the spike resurfacing, and suddenly you’re hypersensitive to the way his dick sits so deeply within you in this position and how his deft fingers work at your pussy. as embarrassing as it is, you can tell that you’re close from riding him earlier, and he knows it too with the way your walls are clamping down on him so securely.
“you think u can come like this for me?” he asks, drawing figure-eights into your skin.
he brushes the metal of his wedding band against your nub, and the cool metal has you writhing within his grasp. the rose petals littering his chest, the soft ambiance surrounding you both, and his labored moans are enough to push you over the edge, seeing stars as your head lolls back.
“shh, that’s it. let go.”
hyunjae helps you ride out your orgasm, and it’s not long before the squeeze of your walls around him inches him closer to release. he ruts up into you and you grab the base of his dick, steadying him inside you. you press your forehead against him, bringing him imperceptibly close as he thrusts once, twice before he lets go. he empties himself inside you, coating your walls with him and only him.
“love you,” he mouths, hips stammering to a stop as he comes down from his high.
you kiss him in response, cradling his face as his breathing slows down. he waits a couple of seconds before he moves to pull out, but you fingers grip him tighter, shaking your head as he watches you in confusion.
“let’s stay like this? don’t wanna let go of you just yet.”
he rolls his eyes, pulling you in for a hug. his arms wrap around your waist again, exactly where you’re meant to be. you tuck your head into his shoulder this time around, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his collarbone.
“need me that badly, huh?”
you smack his chest, grumbling under your breath. you can already feel yourself clench again at the degradation, and hyunjae grins as he leans down to whisper into your ear.
“don’t worry, baby. i’m not going anywhere, i promise.”
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