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You In My Arms
Chapter 11: Always, Yours (Finale)
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summary: some things are hard to find the words for, and endings are always the worst. but this isn’t an ending, not really, not for Haechan. He used to be the background character in the love stories of other people, but now it’s definitely his turn to write his own happy ending.
length: 25,579 words
tags: friends to lovers, general perversion, smut, public sex, exhibitionism, voyeurism, blowjobs, etc.
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Haechan knew by the third date that he was going to marry her. 
He thought he probably would before then, but by the third date, he accepted it as a fact. 
He was in love like he’d never been before. 
“What have you done to me?” He asks her while they’re tangled together in bed on Valentine’s Day after a very nice, romantic date. “Did you slip me a love spell or something?”
She laughs. 
It was a love spell, for sure, he decides. That’s how he fell so hard and fast, so completely. It couldn’t possibly be his own incompetence and blindness over the years finally being lifted. 
Part of him expects the intensity of his feelings for her to fade as the months pass by, as they pass through that phase where the relationship is so new and everything is just fresh and exciting. 
But the feelings don’t dim even slightly, even once they do start to exit that honeymoon phase. Yeah, they argue sometimes, but that doesn’t mean that Haechan loves her any less? It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t still almost constantly think about her and want her, want to be by her or talking to her. 
And then, in May, she has to go abroad for work, and for those first few days, Haechan feels her absence like he’s had his heart scooped from his chest. He hates the lonely, hollow feeling. 
They talk as much as they can, and Haechan doesn’t even mind waking up early if it means he can talk to her for a bit before his day starts and hers ends. She’s a million miles away in London, and he’s teetering on the brink of falling back asleep as she talks, her voice so soothing. 
He’s only halfway awake when he hears her joke that she should take Haechan’s upcoming birthday week off of work so she doesn’t have to see anymore of Johnny who is also on this trip with her. Haechan mumbles out words of encouragement, telling her to do it, to take the time off with him. 
As soon as Haechan, in his drowsy state, hears her agree to take the week of his birthday off, as soon as she’s trying to suggest making plans together to get out of the city, he suddenly remembers his mom had asked him if he was going to come home for his birthday. So he hears his girlfriend’s question, he remembers his mom, and the two things combine in his mind, and Haechan panics a little.
He hasn’t told his mom about her. And he hasn’t told his girlfriend that he’s considered going home for his birthday. And when he combines those two things, all he can think of is that if he tells his girlfriend about seeing his family for his birthday, what if she asks if she can come along? Or what if she expects him to invite her? He hasn’t told his family about her! And he knows that is wrong, that he should’ve said something to them months ago about him being in a relationship, especially since he’s met her family and he’s in love with her (so hopelessly, head over heels in love) and he’s planning a future with her, and all of this just weighs down Haechan’s belly, thoughts roaring around in his head.
“Hyuck?” Her voice is so quiet from all those miles and miles away in London.
He makes up some terrible excuse and ends the call quickly. 
Shit. What is he gonna do?
For the next week, he goes back and forth again and again on what he should do here. Obviously, he should probably just tell his mom. He talks to her at least once a week on average, if not more, and over the course of that week they have three separate phone calls in which she asks him again if he’s coming to visit, and he could sit it then, could tell her, “ Yeah, I’m coming to visit, and I’m bringing my girlfriend with me to introduce her to all of you,” but does he say any of that? No. Why?
“Chicken!” Renjun laughs. “Lee Donghyuck, you’re usually not such a coward!”
They’re together at the gym. Haechan feels half-embarrassed as the two of them “work out” side-by-side with Renjun’s boyfriend who is actually doing a rather intense workout and whose muscles are next-level. Haechan can’t stop sneaking peeks over at the sweat that dampens Jaehyun’s shoulders and back.
“I’m not going to tell her,” Renjun is saying as Haechan again takes notice of the way that Jaehyun is grunting softly while he lifts weights just feet away. Haechan’s mind short circuits a little, thinking back to the videos he’s seen of Renjun and Jaehyun together. It takes great strength of mind to pull his attention back to Renjun, who doesn’t seem to have noticed, or at least doesn’t mind, how distracted Haechan is by Jaehyun.
Renjun says, “But you’re being such a chicken, dumbass. Just tell your mom you’ve got a girlfriend! Tell your girlfriend to come with you to meet them. What are you scared of, huh? It’s not like you’re coming out to them or anything. That shit can be scary. You’re just taking your wonderful girlfriend home to meet your family. What’s there to freak out about?”
Haechan whines a little, and he sits down pathetically on the dirty gym floor. “You don’t get it. We’ve been together for, like, five months now. Her parents have known about us for two months, and all this time I’ve been silent. Five months and I’ve kept her a secret from my mom. My mom is gonna be pissed because I used to tell her everything.”
Renjun just rolls his eyes. “Your mom is so sweet, I don’t think she’ll be pissed at you. Your girlfriend though….” Renjun shakes his head, looks over at Jaehyun, and then sighs, “If you keep it all a secret, she’s gonna be so upset.”
“I know.” Haechan is aware that she’ll probably be angry. And he knows it’s stupid, all so stupid. But he just has this mental block when it comes to this, and he doesn’t know why, really. It’s silly.
Haechan startles a little when Jaehyun speaks up. “Listening to this is just…” He laughs, and shakes his head. “You and her have both been totally open about your kinky sexual histories, but you’re scared to tell your family about her? You’re scared to invite her to meet them?”
Jaehyun walks closer, reaching out to steal the water bottle that Renjun was just drinking from. Haechan feels like he’s intruding when he notices the way Renjun is looking at his boyfriend: a deep need shimmering there in his eyes.
“Just tell them,” Jaehyun says after a moment. “Trust me, being very clear about where the relationship stands is important. If you don’t say anything, if you keep putting off introducing her to them, what if she thinks you’re not serious about her?” He’s staring at Renjun as he speaks, their gazes locked, and now Haechan definitely feels like he’s intruding on a moment.
Haechan’s girlfriend comes home from London the next day. He could have told her then, when she excitedly threw herself into the car and dragged him in for an excited kiss. He could’ve said something in the car, just thrown out the casual invitation to come meet his family.
But he didn’t.
And for the next few days he really, really struggles to overcome that mental block.
It doesn’t help that his mom is messaging him too, inquiring about his plans, and when he does finally agree that he’ll come to Jeju for his birthday, she has a million more questions about what he wants to eat and where he wants to go, what he wants to do with his time while he’s visiting home. It’s a lot. Plus, on top of his unnecessary and self-inflicted pressure in his personal life, his professional life is jam-packed full of stress too. Multiple projects and meetings and just so much work that he barely even sees his girlfriend those first few days, and it’s not until Thursday when his final project for the week is complete, that Haechan feels like he can even take a deep breath.
He leaves the boardroom and collapses at his desk, heaving out a sigh.
A few desks away, Jungwoo looks over at him, offering an easy smile.
And beyond Jungwoo is the door to her office. She’s sitting at her desk, on the phone while she’s clicking around on her computer. He watches her lips move, the annoyed tick of her eyebrow as whatever she hears over the phone meets her disapproval. Haechan watches her for a few long moments until her gaze lifts from the computer and sweeps over to his. She pauses for a split second and then smiles, and Haechan feels a little bit more relaxed right then.
She looks away, but he doesn’t.
He’s thinking. Thinking about how it’s Thursday and he’s taken Friday off, and then he’s free for the next week. His birthday is on Tuesday. And he has her. He’s so lucky to have her and he needs to tell her the truth. He needs to tell her that even though she has this coming week off too, he’s going out of town to see his family.
He hates how distant he’s been all week, the way he’s been busy with work and with avoiding telling her anything. He hates that he canceled on her when she wanted to go look at an apartment for them a couple days ago. He knows that she’d been annoyed by that, but Haechan had high hopes that he could make up for it.
He’s had his eyes on a better apartment than the one she’d wanted to go look at.
The one he wants is at the top of their price range, but it will be worth it. It is the kind of apartment that Haechan can see as more of a home. It’s a  two-bedroom, so there is room for a future to grow.
Haechan saw the listing online a few weeks ago, saw the photos and the location, and his mind began spinning, his imagination filling in the details of what he couldn’t already see. He was picturing cooking breakfasts and dinners with her in that kitchen. Envisioning relaxing baths and sensual showers, mornings waking up beside her in that bedroom that had plenty of windows to let in the sunlight. He was imagining dancing around the living room with her, wine-drunk and laughing, pulling her in for a messy kiss in front of the sofa. He could see himself proposing, slipping a ring on her finger and bringing her home to that apartment to celebrate. Haechan had visions of her cradling a baby in front of the big living room window that overlooked the city; visions of holding chubby hands while tiny feet stood atop his own for their first assisted steps, of chasing a toddling kid around the apartment with delighted laughter ringing in his ears. He could just imagine Christmas mornings and birthdays and game nights and movie nights and so many happy holidays with both of their families crammed in that apartment.
Haechan had it all planned out.
His future.
His future with her.
But hours later on that Thursday, Haechan feels his entire planned out future with her come crashing down around him.
She was an enchantress, seducing him right there on the sofa in his and YangYang’s apartment, and he was usually pretty jealous about sharing her, but he didn’t even care when YangYang walked in on them, when YangYang pretended like he wasn’t the one watching Haechan have sex (for a change). That part of the evening was good, even if his phone kept buzzing with messages from his mom throughout it all.
But then, afterwards, in that blissful afterglow as he’s cuddling her, she pulls the truth from him at last.
He admits the horrible truth: he hasn’t told his family about her.
She sits there, staring at him with angry tears beading in her eyes, her voice growing louder as she grows more upset, and his stupid fucking mental block just still won’t let him get the words out, won’t open up to let him tell her his (admittedly shitty, he realizes) excuses as to why he hasn’t told his family about her. But he’s trying. He’s trying to tell her, but the words that do manage to escape his mental block are coming out wrong, and YangYang emerges from his room at the sound of raised voices to intervene, and Haechan is at a loss.
She disappears to his bedroom, and Haechan assumes that she’s just in there to cool off, to calm herself down before she’ll come back out here, and they can talk about it again.
But when she reappears, she’s dressed in her own clothes instead of his shirt, and she keeps walking, heading right for the door of the apartment.
That’s when he really feels it, when he really knows that he fucked up, and he feels all the fractures in his bright future of them together in that apartment that feels more like a home.
“Where are you going?” He asks, trying to keep his voice from sounding as broken as he feels.
“I’m fucking leaving,” she spits back, blowing right by where he’s still sitting on the sofa talking to YangYang.
She can’t go. He’s always hated to watch her leave, but especially now when she’s this angry. He wants to talk to her, to actually get his words out.
All he manages is her name.
She pauses, her hand on the door handle.
“Stay,” he tries to say, but the word won’t come. It’s stuck in the back of his throat as he stares at her back, as he watches her head tilt slightly in the way he’s noticed it does when she’s really annoyed. She waits a few seconds, waits for Haechan to fail to find his voice, and then she throws the door open and vanishes through it.
Fuck. 
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He doesn’t think he sleeps at all that night. 
He doesn’t know how many times he gets up and starts to pull on clothes and look for his shoes to go over to her place and talk to her. But each time he talks himself out of doing it. 
She was really angry when she left, so he doubts that she wants to see him or even hear from him right now. He does check her location (bless the app that lets them see where each other is at) to make sure that she at least made it home. And honestly, he periodically watches that little blue dot sit there at her apartment throughout the night. 
Haechan misses her. There aren’t many nights that they’ve spent apart since they started dating. He misses having her beside him, misses the warmth of her body but the cold press of her toes against his calf. He misses the smell of her shampoo when she rolls closer to him in her sleep. He misses her soft sighs and the sleepy mumbles she makes throughout the night. He misses just having her there, and he hates knowing that she’s sleeping in her own bed, angry with him. He hates sleeping alone. 
Eventually he must’ve dozed off for a little bit because when he opens his eyes again, it’s daylight. 
He has a plan. It developed sometime between three and four o’clock this morning, so it could’ve been a horrible plan, but even now in the light of morning Haechan thinks it could work. 
First step: call his mom. 
“Good morning, son,” his mom answers the call with a yawn. “Are you on your way already?”
“Not yet.” He’s still sitting in bed actually, still not dressed, still working up the courage to just get over the mental block. He says, “I’m catching a bus south in a couple hours. Listen, Mom….”
But that’s it. His voice stops. He pauses, and his mom is his favorite because she doesn’t rush him to say it, she waits and he can hear the sound of birds in the background and the breeze on her end of the phone call. She was probably out taking a morning walk or drinking her coffee out in front of the house or maybe shaking out the rugs as she prepares the house for him to come home. 
Finally, after a few long seconds, Haechan asks, “Do you think we have room for one extra person this weekend?”
“Of course!” She says with no hesitation. “Who’re you bringing?”
Haechan has brought friends home before. Mark, Jeno, Renjun, the most. Chenle was his mom’s favorite, though, so he knows she’s hoping he’s the one Haechan is bringing to visit. 
Haechan just clears his throat, shifts around in his bed. 
“Donghyuck?”
He takes a deep breath, and Haechan’s pulse picks up a nervous beat. “Not any of the guys. A girl. My girlfriend. I’d like to bring her home this weekend.”
There’s a flood of questions, of course, plus a huge weight lifted off of Haechan’s chest. Immediately, his mom just accepts it, and Haechan realizes he’s been a fool to be so stressed over this. She sounds delighted and just excited for Haechan, asking him everything about his girlfriend — what’s her name, what does she do, how long they’ve been together. She does, in fact, gasp and tell him he’s ridiculous for not having told her about his girlfriend when he admits that they’ve been together for five (almost six) months. 
A call from Ten at work is what gets Haechan to end the call with his mom eventually. He switches over to Ten’s call. 
“Yeah?”
“Dude, did you do it?” Ten asks, excitement in his voice. 
Haechan sits up in bed, running his fingers through his hair in an effort to tame the tussled mess. He needs to get up and get ready. “Did I do what?”
Ten makes a soft sigh of annoyance. “Propose, duh. You’re off today, off all next week. Your girlfriend called out today and also has all of next week off. Yuta thinks that you must’ve proposed last night, and you two were so busy celebrating last night that she called out sick this morning.” Ten laughs, and Haechan can hear Yuta’s voice in the background too. 
His stomach clenches. “No, I didn’t propose. Where did you two get that idea?”
She called out sick? Is she sick? Is she okay?
“Because you’re so lovestruck, both of you, that it’s only a matter of time, isn’t it?” Ten says. 
Haechan hears something from Ten’s end of the call, a small sound of distress, and then Yuta’s voice is the one on the call, demanding, “Don’t tell me you’re not planning to propose to her?”
“I don’t see how it’s any of your business.” Haechan isn’t going to give his proposal plans to the two biggest gossips in the Moon Corporation. When he proposes (because it’s only a matter of time, like Ten said), he doesn’t necessarily want her to hear about it ahead of time from their coworkers. 
Yuta snorts. 
“Is she really not at work today?” Haechan’s stomach gives an odd loopy feeling as he asks that. “She called in sick?”
“Yeah, first thing this morning. Didn’t you know?” A pause, and then Yuta gasps, “You two didn’t split up, did you?”
Ten’s distressed voice butts in, “Excuse me? They what?”
Oh, God. These two are going to start rumors. 
“No,” Haechan emphasizes, “We did not split up. I’m hanging up. Bye.”
Hopefully they don’t spread their false rumors around work, Haechan thinks. But now that he knows that she’s not at work, it makes step two of his plan a little easier. 
Second step: apologize to his girlfriend. 
He finishes packing his bag for the trip home pretty quickly after ending the call with his mom. 
As he moves around the apartment, gathering his clothes from the clean basket of laundry he’d left sitting in the living room, his toiletries from the bathroom, a few gifts he’s picked up for his family members since the last time he’s seen them, Haechan notices YangYang is awake too. It’s early for his roommate to be up, and especially early for YangYang to be out of his bedroom, but YangYang is sitting in their kitchen talking on the phone with someone in a low voice.
Haechan can’t miss the way YangYang is watching him closely, and he wonders what his roommate’s problem is. 
He leaves about twenty minutes later, his packed bag slung over his shoulder as he heads over to her place. 
He texts her when he’s halfway there, realizing that she might not appreciate it if he drops in unannounced.
When she hasn’t answered by the time he arrives at her apartment door, when she doesn’t answer his knock at the door, he texts again. He calls. And when both of those still go unanswered, he begins to panic a little bit. 
Is she okay? Is she actually sick? Is she ignoring him? Does she really just not want to see him or hear from him? Did he seriously fuck up and ruin a good thing by not telling his family about her? Was their fight last night the last one? He just needs it to not be the end, needs to talk to her and apologize. 
For several more minutes, Haechan continues to knock on the door and call her, growing more desperate as the minutes pass by. 
And then he hears it. A faint click. 
The door opens a few inches, just a wide enough gap for him to see her standing there. She’s dressed in just a hastily wrapped towel, her hair still dripping, and her skin covered with water droplets. 
Haechan, in that instant, forgets all of his worries. She is fresh from the shower and he can smell her shampoo again, and for the first time in about twelve hours, he feels himself relax a bit. He wants to push the door the rest of the way open, to hold her close and breathe her in. He wants to taste her skin and her lips and every part of her, to apologize and beg for her forgiveness. 
But she only cracked the door open enough for them to talk, just wide enough for him to see a few inches of her. It’s maddening, really. His need for her, his need to be forgiven by her, is overwhelming and drives him down to his knees to beg her forgiveness. 
And maybe, as he sinks down, he remembers Yuta and Ten’s questions about him proposing, and maybe Haechan drops down on one knee first. He just wants to see her reaction — the wide-eyed look of surprise when she thinks for a brief moment that he might be proposing. 
Instead he begs her forgiveness with a simply put, “Will you please forgive me, baby? My angel?” And then he adds on the big request, his genuine question, “Forgive me, and come with me this weekend. Come meet my family.”
“You’re a dick!” She whines adorably, but a smile is dancing at the corners of her lips, her eyes are focused only on him as she opens the door wider at last. 
“What?” Haechan laughs, “Did you think I was going to ask you something else?”
She rolls her eyes, but he can tell by the way she’s fighting down a smile and the way that she leaves her apartment door open for him as she walks away, that she’s forgiving him. But he needs to hear it in words, needs to hear her invite him in. 
“What’s your answer?”
“Just come inside!” She laughs. 
He can’t even begin to describe how light and relieved he feels now. Both of the heavy weights that have been settled on him for too long now have lifted. He’s got her forgiveness, he’s told his mom about her, he’s taking her to meet his family. 
As he follows her inside to her bedroom, all he wants is to lead her into distraction. He wants to tug that towel off of her and slide into bed with her, to take his time tasting every inch of her. But he knows he can’t. If he wants to make it home to visit his family any time today, they need to leave soon. 
Haechan puts aside those desires. 
Undeniably, as they leave her apartment, his relief begins to give way to nerves. 
In several hours he’ll  finally be introducing her to his family. This isn’t anything he’s ever done before with any of his past partners. 
Bringing them home. 
Of course, he’s never felt this way about anyone but her. 
“Relax,” she says as they board the bus that is taking them south to catch the ferry to Jeju. “I don’t get what you are so nervous for. They’re your family!”
She places her hand on his thigh, and Haechan immediately covers her hand with his, lacing their fingers together where her warm hand rests against his bare skin above his knee. “I’m nervous because I’ve never introduced them to any of my previous partners. They’ve just met my friends.”
She smiles and leans over, tipping her head against his shoulder. Haechan’s heart races, his fingers tightening against hers. “I’m excited,” she tells him quietly. “I want to meet them. You’ve talked about them all enough over the years I’ve known you, it’s certainly about time. But I’m excited too that this is the first, like, weekend away we’re taking together.”
“We’ve been on tons of trips together before.” Haechan looks down at her just in time to see her roll her eyes. “What?”
“I mean, our first weekend away as a couple.” 
Oh.
“I know it’s not like a proper weekend away as a couple. We’re going to visit your family, not take a romantic trip together.” She presses her cheek against the round curve of Haechan’s shoulder. “But I’m still excited.”
He should take her on a real weekend trip. One that can be as romantic and sexy as she’d like. 
They both take naps while the bus carries them south. Her head bobs on his shoulder, his cheek pillowed against the top of her head. Haechan has the distinct feeling that neither of them slept too well the night before, aware that they’d been fighting, and both of them less comfortable in bed without the presence of each other. 
So they sleep, wrapped up together, and Haechan never wants to let her go again.  
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Haechan’s worst fears (he’s dramatic) are confirmed the moment that his mom opens the door to greet them. 
Her smile is wide — a mirror of his own smile, honestly — as she drinks in every last detail of Haechan’s sleepy and damp girlfriend. 
The evening is gloomy, a light rain drizzling over them as they make their way to his childhood home, and his girlfriend isn’t even fully awake after the nap she’d also taken on the ferry ride over. 
Haechan watches his mom’s face. Her eyes go slightly wide as she looks at his girlfriend, as everything clicks in her mind — the name he’d mentioned earlier this morning finally registering in his mom’s mind as the name he’s been mentioning for years — and then her gaze slides to her son, her eyes alight as she says, “Well, it certainly took the two of you long enough to get here! And I don’t just mean today! This is your friend, isn’t she? The one from school?”
Haechan feels his face heat up as he pulls ahead of his girlfriend, hurrying forward to embrace his mother and hopefully get her to stop talking before she reveals something embarrassing. They at least need to make it in the door before she does that. 
Behind him, he hears his girlfriend laughing, and in his ear his mom laughs as well. 
It turns out that his tight hug doesn’t cut off his mom’s words. “He used to show us pictures of all of your friends, tell us stories all about you! He talked about you all—“
“That’s enough, Mom.” Haechan cuts her off. 
“Oh, come on, Donghyuck.” She smiles warmly at him as she pulls back from his hug. “Come inside. Come in, dear,” she says kindly, waving Haechan’s girlfriend forward. “I’m so excited to meet you! Donghyuck has never brought someone home to meet us before! We were starting to wonder if he was embarrassed by us or just unlucky in love.”
He knew that his mom would make a big deal out of this, tease him about it. 
“It’s my birthday, Mom,” he whines, stepping over the threshold. “Be nice to me.”
She lifts a hand to pat his head, smoothing his hair down gently. “Yes, son, of course,” she says placatingly, but he doesn’t miss the wink and smile she sends over his shoulder to his girlfriend. “No embarrassing stories at all.”
That promise lasts at least for a little while, but of course it’s impossible to keep. Maybe it doesn’t happen immediately, but try as he might to keep his family from sharing weird and embarrassing stories about him, they manage to tell her some anyway over the next few days. Over dinner and breakfast, during excursions around the island or to the beach, his mom and siblings share stories, some of which include times that he’d talked all about her long before this relationship began. Even when his mom gets around to interrogating her about her past and her present and hopes for the future, they manage to embarrass Haechan. 
Especially on Monday night, hours before his birthday actually begins. 
Haechan is minding his own business, helping clean up the mess from their meal, but he can hear his mom and his girlfriend talking in the next room. 
Unsurprisingly, his family likes her. He truly had nothing to worry about there. They get along even better than he could have hoped for, which is almost too well if he really thinks about it. His mom and his siblings laugh and joke around with her just as they do with Haechan, and his sister is already calling her “unnie” so affectionately, and his mom kept offering to take photos of them together when they all went down to the beach earlier that day. 
Haechan had finally acquiesced after his girlfriend curled her fingers around his wrist, tugging him towards her as she smiled. The wind was blowing through her loose hair, and the sun was shining from her cheeks, and she met his eyes as she said, “Come on, Donghyuck-ah, take a picture with me for your mom.” 
They’d stood in front of the sea, their bare toes buried in sand. Haechan put his arm around her waist as she tucked herself against his side. In the split second before his mom snapped the photo of them, he felt the woman at his side twist to face him, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek, her hand pressing against his other cheek to keep him from pulling away in surprise. 
His mom laughed, and Haechan watched the happy expression on his mom’s face as she squinted down at the picture in her phone. Her smile filled her face. “Cute, you two! Very cute. But let’s just get a normal one now!”
Haechan had suffered through a miniature photoshoot, dramatically sighing and complaining the whole time, but inside he was thoroughly enjoying it. Already, he’d been thinking about asking his mom to send him all the photos, thinking about which ones he was going to post on Instagram in his photo dump of this weekend. 
Even once their impromptu photo session was over, Haechan didn’t let go of her. He’d clung to her at the beach, unwilling to let her too far mostly because he’d noticed the gazes of several strangers straying towards her. 
“Jealous, baby?” She’d teased him when she noticed the reason for his extra-clinginess. And then she’d placed a gentle hand on his cheek as she tipped in on her toes to kiss him softly. “You know I’m not going anywhere, right? You’re stuck with me.”
Now, as he stands in the kitchen of his childhood home washing the dishes, Haechan is still thinking about that moment. He’s reliving the feel of the warm sunlight and the sea breeze on his skin. The softness of her palm and fingers against his cheek, the whisper of her lips on his, her sweet voice making that statement that sounded like a promise. 
He wants it to be a promise. 
And in the next room, it seems like his mom is thinking the same thing. He can hear their conversation as he scrubs out a pot. 
“Donghyuck says the two of you are moving into an apartment together?” His mom says, “When is that happening?”
“We’re still looking, but we’ll hopefully have one by the time our leases are up. So by about the end of this month,” is her answer, but what he doesn’t necessarily expect to hear is his girlfriend saying, “You all should definitely come visit! We’re looking for a two-bedroom, so there’ll be room. My family are already planning to come help me move my stuff over to the new place, but honestly I think it’s an excuse for my mom to fawn over Haechan a little more. She adores him probably more than she does me.”
“Does she want him as a son-in-law as much as I want you as a daughter-in-law?”
Haechan drops the pot he’s scrubbing. Did his mom really just say that?
His girlfriend laughs. “She’s mentioned it a few times. The first day they met him, my mom brought up babies.”
The sounds coming from the other room increase, laughter and excited noises. He knows his mom would love a little grandbaby to dote on, she likes babies and always has liked their little chubby cheeks and contagious bubbling laughter. She’s been talking for years about future grandchildren, though she’s always followed that up with a bit of advice to marry the girl first before the babies. 
Haechan hasn’t even mentioned yet to his mom that he thinks this is the girl he wants to spend the rest of his life with, but judging by what she’s just said and the excited sounds from the other room, he’s sure that she’ll support him. Hell, she might even push him to do it as soon as he mentions it. 
He focuses on washing the rest of the dishes, and he loses track of the conversation in the next room.
All he knows is that when he emerges from the kitchen some time later, his fingertips are pruned and the front of his shirt is wet from where he accidentally slopped water down his front. Still, his girlfriend happily scoots aside to make a little room for him on the sofa, and he sinks down beside her so close that they’re pressed together from thigh to shoulder. 
She slides her hand over his thigh, letting it rest just above his knee. 
She’s deep in conversation with his family. It seems they’re debating the plot of some drama they all watch. Haechan has come in in the middle of it, so he keeps quiet, just watching her face as she talks and listens, the way her eyes light up right before she speaks up to make a point, her fingers curl in against his leg. 
She’s beautiful, sexy when she gets into it like this. He loves when her eyes blaze with determination to make a point. A lot of their little fights usually end with sex because he just finds the heat inside her so attractive. 
Just like right now. 
She’s busy arguing with one of his younger brothers, and Haechan is fighting down a boner. 
Her hand on his leg isn’t helping matters as she keeps gripping and rubbing his thigh. 
Haechan can only take so much of it before he feels like he’s at risk of doing something dangerous like moaning if she drags her nails along his inner thigh one more time. 
Carefully, he brushes her hand off his leg, and he stands up. “I’m gonna go shower,” he offers as an excuse for his escape. 
Barely anyone acknowledges it, but as Haechan turns to leave the room, he looks back over at her, momentarily catching her eye. The corner of her mouth ticks up into a little smile, something blossoming in her eyes, but then she looks away. Haechan leaves, wondering if she’d been touching him like that on purpose. 
Less than ten minutes later, Haechan is standing in the shower, when he hears the door of the bathroom open. He pops his head out of the shower to see who’s entered the room, and there she is. 
“Come here,” she demands. “Right now.”
There’s plenty of heat in her voice, but not the angry sort. 
As Haechan steps out of the shower, leaving the water running behind him, he watches her sink quickly to her knees in front of him. Clearly, she has one intention.
“Did you do that on purpose out there?” He asks, “Did you get me hard on purpose, angel?”
She looks up at him through her eyelashes. “What? I was just rubbing your thigh.” She tries to play it innocent, but she’s literally on her knees for him, and Haechan is no fool. She smiles up at him, and if anything that makes him even harder, knowing she was playing games with him. And even now, she keeps her tone innocent as she lets filthy words spill from her lips, asking, “Do you want me to suck your cock, Haechan? Wanna cum in my mouth?”
Does she even really have to ask? Of course he wants that. 
She leans in and starts licking water droplets from his skin while her hand wraps around his needy cock, Haechan is so grateful. He sighs, pressing his damp fingers through her hair.
“Gotta be quick,” she murmurs against his hip. “They think I’m just taking a bathroom break.”
Haechan hums, pressing his fingers encouragingly against her scalp, urging her mouth away from his hip to his cock. 
And she goes where he guides her, like the good girl she is. 
She gives him quick, sloppy head, swallowing around his cock until his tip hits the back of her throat with each bob of her head. The sounds of the shower running behind him help drown out the sounds they’re making — her soft gags and moans around him, his sighs and quiet curses as she sucks him off until his knees are going weak, his toes curl against the bathmat on the floor. 
It’s over faster than Haechan would like to admit. She has him cumming too quickly, but it’s knee-wobblingly good as she draws back until just her lips are tight around his tip, swallowing down each pulse of his cum across her tongue. His fingers grip tightly to sections of her hair, fucking it up completely. 
He sinks to his knees in front of her, smoothing his hands over her hair in an attempt to fix his mess, and then Haechan crushes his mouth against hers. 
He can taste himself on her tongue, the bitter tang, but he doesn’t care. He could happily kneel here and kiss her until the water runs cold in the shower, but before they get anywhere close to that point, she pushes against his chest with a groan. 
“I need to go back.” Her actions are contrary to her words as she dips forward to kiss him again. Haechan smiles, knowing that all it would take is him asking and she would just join him in the shower. She pushes herself away again, saying, “I don’t want your family knowing we’re in here having sex. Not when I’m just getting them to know and like me.”
Haechan can’t help the snort of a laugh that escapes him. “Baby, they’re gonna love you no matter what. Your family loves me and they walked in on us.”
She wrinkles her nose and stands up, drawing farther and farther away from him. “It’s different. But I hope you know you owe me now for what I just did.”
Haechan’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Later, angel. I promise.”
She turns and slips away from the room. He gets back in the shower, and now without the distraction of his erection, he passes through the motions much quicker. 
But while he’s in there he can’t help thinking about how she’s still so nervous about his family liking her. They clearly like her. There was really never any chance of them not liking her, which he’d realized as soon as he brought her up to his mom on the phone. 
He’d had his worries before then, obviously. It was part of the reason why he’d not mentioned her to his family. But after their fight the other night, after she left and he sat there talking to YangYang, his roommate helped him see light on the matter. 
Hours after she stormed out of the apartment, during one of the times Haechan had halfway convinced himself to go apologize, YangYang stopped Haechan in their living room, and asked him where he was going. That had given Haechan pause, and he’d sat down beside YangYang on the sofa and started actually talking with him.
“What if they don’t like her?” He’d finally admitted aloud to YangYang.
“You’re a fucking dumbass,” was YangYang’s point-blank reply. “Why wouldn’t they like her? And even if they don’t like her, you do. She’s your girlfriend, Haechan. Just last week, you were moaning about how much you love her and can’t wait to move in with her.”
Still, the thought of that makes Haechan smile. He’s excited to move in with her, to have no reason anymore to spend a night away from her, to get to wake up to her every day. He doesn’t care that when he says stuff like that to YangYang, to Renjun, to his other friends they tease him for being that way because, yeah, he’s in love with his girlfriend; he’s not going to pretend he doesn’t like her, like he doesn’t spend every waking moment wishing he was with her. 
So like YangYang said, it shouldn’t matter if his family doesn’t like her. But lucky for Haechan, they do like her. Unlucky for Haechan, now he’s definitely worried that they like her so much that while he’s standing up there finishing his shower, they’re all downstairs regaling her with stories about him that would embarrass the ever living shit out of him.
He hurries to dress again in something comfy, and he returns to the living room with his family and his girlfriend, immediately settling beside her. 
For hours they sit there, talking, playing games, and snacking with his family. Midnight approaches, and with it is Haechan’s birthday. 
He’s trying not to watch the clock, trying to not count down the seconds like he’s a kid again. He remembers birthdays in his childhood when he’d lain in bed, wide awake at midnight with excitement pulsing through his veins. Years as he grew older, hanging out with friends at midnight, celebrating as the clock turned over. 
Specifically he remembers a few years ago, the months between his first and second year of university. 
It was summertime, a brutal summer with exhausting heat that just leached the energy out of everyone. But all of his friends had come together that night to go out to a fancy rooftop bar. As midnight ticked nearer, as Mark and then Jeno and then Renjun and then strangers bought him drinks after drinks, Haechan felt himself growing happier and more excited for what his birthday tomorrow would bring and he felt lighter, light enough that he could just float off into the starry summer night. 
“Happy Birthday, Donghyuck!” said a voice from right behind him. 
He felt a hand clasp onto his, and he turned to look and found one of his newest friends standing there. He’d known of her since his first day of orientation, but it was really only within the last couple months of the second semester that he’d started to really, actually get to know her. And tonight she’s here to celebrate his birthday, and she’s holding his hand and looking at him with starry eyes that seem to mirror the night sky, and she just called him by the name his mother gave him. 
“You know we’re friends now,” Haechan told her, “You can call me Haechan. My friends call me Haechan. Donghyuck just sounds so….”
She laughed. “I like your name. Donghyuck. Donghyuck-ah. I like it.” She smiled softly, then said, “Haechan, too. It’s a bright name. A happy name. Happy birthday!” 
Cries of “Happy Birthday!” sounded from all around them. But she was still holding onto Haechan’s hand, and she murmured his name again, just a quiet “Haechan,” before she suddenly threw her arms around him, dragging him into a hug. 
It was a tight hug and warm, and Haechan felt every inch of her pressed against him. He slung an arm around her waist to return the embrace, and he couldn’t help, in that moment, letting the alcohol in his veins mix with the warm press of a soft body against him to feed his imagination. 
Maybe he should have known then.
She’d left him a moment after their hug, disappearing off to drink with Mark, and Haechan had ended the night with some random girl. And the same thing had happened the year after that and the one after that; as long as they’d been friends, she’s always been one of the first to wish him a Happy Birthday. 
This year is no different. 
At 11:59 PM, she twists around from where she’s reclining against his chest. 
“Happy Birthday, Donghyuck,” she wishes him, and then presses a kiss to his cheek. 
The clock strikes midnight, and around him his family wishes him a Happy Birthday as well, which means a lot to him, but not as much as the sound of her voice in his ear, the feel of her lips against his cheek even as he starts smiling at his family, the weight of her hand against his chest over his heart and her body resting back between his legs. 
He wraps his arms around her, refusing to let her up – not that she’s planning to go anywhere. 
A while later when his younger brother can no longer suppress his yawns, they all start to drift away towards their beds. 
Haechan happily and excitedly leads his girlfriend back to his childhood bedroom. In the years since he moved away for school, his bedroom has been taken over by one of his younger siblings, but for this weekend it’s Haechan’s again. The twin bed he spent years sleeping in is his again, and all weekend it has been a tight fit for both him and his girlfriend to sleep in, but tonight he’s glad about that. He wants to be as close to her as possible. 
She giggles (and his heart leaps in his chest) when Haechan shuts and locks the bedroom door, when he leads her by the hand over to the bed. He sits down heavily on the edge of it, guiding her to stand between his knees. 
“What are you doing?” She asks, her voice light, a smile gracing her lips. 
“Claiming my present. Paying you back for earlier.” Haechan slips his fingers into the waistband of the shorts she’s wearing. 
She pushes her fingers into his hair, combing his hair back off his forehead as he looks up at her. She asks, “Right now? Your whole family is here, just outside these walls. And it’s so quiet.”
Haechan grins. “You just have to be quiet. I know you can do it, angel.” Nevermind that he can hear water running in the bathroom, he can hear someone shifting in the bed next door. These walls are thin, but he knows that his girlfriend can be quiet if she puts her mind to it; there’s a reason she’s only been caught once — and it wasn’t due to her making noise. 
“Okay?” He checks with her, looking up into her eyes even as he starts to slide her shorts down her hips an inch. “Can I pay you back, baby?”
She swallows nervously and then nods. 
Haechan slides her shorts down until they drop to pool around her ankles. And then he moves to her shirt, fingers moving upwards beneath the fabric, over her belly, pushing her top up as he goes. 
She pouts, a vision of frustration when she reaches down to grab the hem of her shirt, and she drags it over her head instead of waiting. 
“Beautiful.” Haechan leans in, pressing his mouth against the curve of her hip, nipping slightly. Her answering sigh encourages him, and he kisses to the edge of her panties, leaving kisses all along the edge as he works his way towards the front and center, just beneath her belly button. 
Her fingers twist slightly in his hair. “Go on,” she sighs, tugging a little. 
Haechan smiles. He can almost smell her, can just imagine the taste of her on his tongue. Just the other night, before their fight, she’d ridden his face on the sofa and he’d been in heaven like that. Right now he almost wants to do it again, to fall backwards on his childhood bed and have an angel sit on his face. 
But he doesn’t do that. He knows she wants him to touch her, to kiss and lick and taste her. He waits. He teases, kissing her abdomen, drawing his nose from the edge of her panties, up to her navel and higher until he’s sitting up straight with his face at her chest. Now her fingers drag at his hair, a very quiet sound of desperation breathes past her lips. 
“It’s your birthday,” she tells him, “Don’t you just want to do it? Why are you taking your time?” 
Haechan smiles as he slides a hand up her back. “I’m savoring my present. Savoring you. I love the way you react to me, baby.” 
She presses closer to him when his fingers rising up her back reach the band of her bra, and Haechan quickly unfastens it. She sighs, and whether it’s due to the anticipation of him touching her tits or whether it’s the relief of being freed from her bra, he doesn’t know or care. She slides her arms out of the straps, lets her bra join her shirt and shorts on the floor, and then she drops her head back with a sigh as Haechan starts attending to her chest. 
He remembers the first time he really noticed her boobs: the night in the hot tub. He’d glanced over while they were all talking and laughing, and he’d happened to look down and seen the way that the string lights above the hot tub were reflecting on the water. Specifically the water that was lapping against her breasts where they rose out of the water. And he could see the thin fabric that had grown semi transparent beneath the water’s surface. And later that night when they’d shared a bed, he’d stared at them too, imagining how soft and nice they must be to touch. 
And in the present, as he palms one breast while he worships the other with his lips and his tongue, Haechan wishes (not for the first time) that he’d made a move that night. He missed out on so much time that he could’ve been with her like this just because he’d been too dumb and blind to notice what was right in front of him. 
Haechan drops his free hand down between her legs, and she shudders with another sweet sigh when he touches her over her panties, sliding a finger over the fabric, passing her clit so he can feel how wet she is, where she’s got a damp spot soaking through her panties. 
He thinks again about how much he enjoyed her sitting on his face the other night, and he really wants that to happen again, to feel her suffocate him against her pussy, smother him between her thighs. But he shouldn’t tonight. This bed is old and it squeaks and he’s sure that her riding his face is going to make a racket that will attract the attention of his family. 
Haechan slides off the edge of the bed to kneel on the floor, and he kisses down from her chest to her belly to the edge of her panties. 
She sighs his name, barely above a whisper, when his lips move over the front of her panties. Her fingers tighten, yanking at his hair, when Haechan licks over her clit through the panties while his fingers stroke slowly against the growing damp spot. 
He doesn’t remove her panties. He doesn’t even pull them to the side yet, but just licks and kisses and touches her over them. 
He waits until her fingernails drag over his scalp, her hands tugging at his hair to get him closer, her thighs twitching and a desperate hiss of his name—
Haechan drags her panties aside, his tongue meeting her clit. She rolls her hips against the heat of his mouth, and Haechan eagerly dives in deeper, wanting to feast on her, to devour the sweet taste of her pussy. Of course, he wishes more than anything to hear her moaning his name while he does it, but in the present circumstances, it would be better if she didn’t. 
She shudders and trembles against him with every drag of his tongue, and it gives Haechan such a headrush to have her like this, falling apart just with a few flicks of his tongue. 
“Hyuck,” she whispers, pressing her fingers into his hair, pushing slightly. “I’m gonna cum. Stop.”
Reluctantly, Haechan sinks back on his heels. He can feel her dampness on his lips and chin as he looks up at her. He can smell her arousal clinging to him and also so close at hand as she shifts on her feet. He just watches as she reaches down to push her panties off, letting them slide down her legs until she can step out of them, flicking them over to join the rest of her discarded clothes. 
Almost involuntarily, Haechan leans in, drawn towards the tantalizing taste between her legs. 
She jabs a finger against his forehead, stopping him. 
Haechan whines before he can catch himself. 
 “I don’t want to stop. The whole point is getting you there, returning the favor.” He pushes forward against her hand on his forehead until she removes it. He nuzzles against her bare thigh, leaving kisses up and down her left thigh. 
“No,” she whispers, “Fuck me. I want you inside me.”
Haechan doesn’t need telling twice. 
He curls his hands around the backs of her thighs, sliding his palms down over the softness of thigh and calves. “Sit down, then, baby,” he tells her gently. 
She lowers herself from standing above him to sitting in his lap. Her arms drape over his shoulders, her bare tits press against his chest, and she kisses him while she knots her fingers through his hair again. 
Haechan is hard again, because of course he is. Having his gorgeous girlfriend sitting in his lap is more than enough to do this to him, but also having just been devouring her pussy got him so hard that his cock is just aching in his shorts. 
He shivers a little when her fingertips brush over his belly, and he makes a little involuntary sound when she starts lifting his shirt. She pulls the shirt up, just breaking their gentle kiss long enough to drag it up over his head and drop it aside. 
Now when she presses herself closer to him, he can feel the press of her tits against his skin. He can feel the softness and warmth of her breasts, the peaks of her nipples. 
She sighs when Haechan slides a hand along her spine, when he shifts beneath her, and Haechan ever-so-carefully tips her backwards. He presses her back to the floor of the bedroom, and he covers her with his body, making sure there’s not an inch of untouched space between them. 
“Come on,” she whines so softly, tugging at his hair. 
Haechan feels the hair-tug right down to his cock, which gives a twitch in his shorts. 
“Need you, Haechan,” she whispers, “I need to feel you.”
As much as he enjoys hearing her beg and whine for his cock, Haechan slides a hand down between their bodies without further preamble. He shoves his shorts down, making a small sound in the back of his throat in relief as his cock springs free, and he gets a hand on himself. 
Something about doing this here on the floor of his childhood bedroom feels so right. He can’t explain it, but it’s a feeling of completeness and rightness, like he’s come full circle from when he was younger, lying in bed as he stared up at the ceiling and dreamed of someday being in love, to now when he’s rolling his hips forward against the love of his life. 
Because that’s what she is. No doubt. 
The absolute love of his entire life. 
He doesn’t even take the shorts fully off, just shoves them down around his thighs. She doesn’t care, she’s too busy panting against his lips as he drags his tip between her legs, feeling her wetness kissing his cock. All it takes is his thumb pressing against his length to direct himself towards her entrance, and then he rolls his hips forward and sinks inside her at last. 
It takes a great deal more effort to keep quiet after that. 
The house around them has fallen mostly silent, but blessedly one of his younger brothers is still awake and is playing video games or a movie in his bedroom, and the sound emanating from there is enough to mask some of the sounds they’re creating right here – their bodies are tangled together on the floor, knotted together with high energy and the inability to make too much noise. 
Her fingernails drag along Haechan’s shoulders and spine, digging in at the small of his back in a way that makes his toes curl, makes him grind his hips forward to be even deeper inside her warm, tight pussy. She’s rolling her hips too, aiming to get his cock to hit in just the right spot, and her breath is just against his lips, an imitation of a kiss. 
He wishes he could fully let go, could move right now and make the sounds right now that he wants to. He wants to treat her as well as she deserves. He wants to bend her into positions that he knows she likes better than just missionary, and he wants to talk to her because he knows that his voice gets her off faster. He wishes they were in the bed instead of the hard floor, although he knows the mattress is squeaky and will announce to the whole house immediately what they’re doing in here. 
He does the most that he can in present circumstances. 
Haechan fits a hand between them, his fingers find her clit. 
She lets out an audible squeak. 
She freezes but Haechan just grins, kissing her quickly before he lifts himself up a bit, putting a little space between her chest and his so he can look down at her spread out beneath him. He wants to see her as he rolls his hips and grinds his cock just right against that particular spot inside her. He wants to see the way that she bites her bottom lip to keep quiet when he plays with her clit. 
One of her hands drifts to her chest, cupping her breast and pinching her nipple between her fingers. Her other hand moves to Haechan’s hip, sliding around to grip his ass. 
The bite of her nails into his skin makes him hiss, makes his hips snap forward hard enough that she slides a couple inches against the floor. A second later he feels her heels against the backs of his thighs as she curls her legs around him to hold him closer.
He draws his thumb in tight circles on her clit, watching the way she squirms, the way her eyelids flutter shut, the way that her pussy eagerly swallows up his cock each time he rolls his hips forward. She’s so wet around him, and he can feel her getting closer, can feel the racing throb of her around his length. Her body is beginning to tense up in anticipation of her climax, and Haechan can feel his own quickly approaching as he watches. 
“Haechan,” she whimpers, and at this point he doesn’t care if it’s loud enough for anyone else to hear. He doesn’t care if they hear the sound that escapes her next — a mixture between a sigh and a whine and a cry. 
All he knows is the sweet release as he follows her over the edge, as he presses himself down over her again, as he captures her lips with his own. 
They drown in each other for a handful of moments, lost in the sensations of their bodies still moving together, taking from each other. 
Haechan is the one that breaks first. She bites his bottom lip and tugs and he forces himself to pull away from her. 
She lies there beneath him on the floor, chest heaving, a smile on her lips that is both pleased and full of challenge. “What?” She asks, her voice so quiet again now. “Where are you going?”
“You’re gonna be the death of me, angel.” Haechan rakes his fingers through his hair. “Keep it up and I won’t be able to stop myself, and we’ll do some serious damage to this bedroom and my relationship with my family.”
Still, she smiles up at him, reaching for his hand even as he pulls out of her and moves like he’s going to stand up. She tries to reel him in again, and Haechan knows it would be so damn easy to give in and lose himself inside her again. He always wants her, and when she’s laid out so invitingly like this, it makes it more difficult to say no. 
“Baby,” he sighs, taking her hand and tugging.
She sits up, still smiling as Haechan leans in to peck her on the lips. “Baby,” she sighs back at him, “Should we just go to sleep then?”
He nods. “Tomorrow we’ll go home. And at the end of the month, you’re all mine. No more roommates to intrude, and then we can just take all the time we want with each other. Any time you want me, angel, you’ll just be able to jump me.”
That makes her laugh, and that sound causes his heart to leap in his chest. 
She grabs his abandoned shirt from the floor, pulls it on and climbs to her feet. Haechan just pulls his shorts back up. He watches as she tiptoes from the bedroom to the bathroom down the hall. 
He’s half asleep already by the time she comes creeping back into the bedroom, quietly pressing the door shut behind her, sliding silently into the tight twin bed to squeeze herself against him. Haechan just opens his arms to let her snuggle in against his chest. The two of them fit tightly together by necessity (the too small bed) and just because they want to (Haechan wants her suffocatingly close, honestly). 
Her lips brush against his chest, her hair tickles his chin, and Haechan just breathes her in, feeling himself relaxing into the bed until sleep sinks over him. 
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“You two are gross,” Mark groans from across the room. 
It’s the end of June, and as Haechan is finally moving in with his girlfriend to their new apartment, their friends have come to visit and help with the move. 
To be fair, the “gross” thing that Mark just walked in on is only Haechan hugging his girlfriend. She has her cheek against his shoulder, her arms around his waist, and Haechan’s arms squeeze tight around her shoulders while he rests his head against the top of hers. They’re just taking a pause, a well-deserved moment to drink in their present and their future in the quiet of their new apartment. 
Haechan’s dream apartment. The one he’s envisioned his future with her in. He was lucky that she’d fallen in love with it too upon their first viewing of it, lucky that they got it right away and were able to move in so quickly. 
And now they’ll finally have a place for just them. A quiet sanctuary. 
Well, it was quiet. 
But now Chenle, Xiaojun, and Jeno fill the doorway behind Mark, all of them talking. Then YangYang’s voice cuts through the clamor, saying, “If you think that’s gross, you haven’t spent enough time around them. I’m glad they’ve got their own place now, they’re always going at it like rabbits. I’m tired of hearing it and walking in on it.”
Haechan catches YangYang’s eye, and the younger at least has the decency to look a little embarrassed. 
And then Renjun appears, carrying a heavy box between him and Jaehyun. “Let’s just hope they can keep their hands to themselves when we all go on our trip.”
Jaehyun snickers, glancing over at Haechan’s girlfriend. He tightens his arms around her, feeling a jealous flare as she smirks back at Renjun and his boyfriend. 
“No promises,” Haechan says. “Our last trip everyone was fucking. So I wouldn’t be surprised if it goes the same in Bali.” He looks around the room at everyone – the couples of Renjun and Jaehyun, and Jeno and Jaemin most particularly – and then says, “At least it’s a bigger place and there are less of us this time, so we all get our own rooms.”
Though he has a feeling that that’s going to matter about as much as it did last time. People were still fucking around on their last trip outside of the bedrooms – in that outdoor shower, in the pool, in the kitchen. 
Renjun just laughs and drapes an arm on his boyfriend’s shoulder, leaning against Jaehyun. “The rooms aren’t soundproof, though, Haechan, so you’ll at least have to try to keep the volume down.”
Luckily, his girlfriend takes care of responding by flipping Renjun her middle finger. 
Everyone laughs and gets back to moving boxes and furniture up from the moving truck parked on the street below, but Haechan can’t stop thinking about the jokes from their friends. Their trip is coming up in just a couple weeks, and Haechan is almost certain that he’s not going to be able to keep his hands to himself. As a matter of fact, he’s got certain plans already that make him think that it’s not just going to be him struggling to keep his hands to himself.
He’s still thinking about the trip and his specific plans for it hours later after most of their friends have left, and still when her parents show up with pizza for dinner and also to help with unpacking some of their boxes. 
Haechan is glad to see them. Of course he is. They still have a lot of furniture to put together and boxes to organize, which is why Renjun, Jaehyun, and YangYang are still there, helping Haechan build a TV stand he bought from IKEA. It’s nice to have help, but with the way he’s been distracted for the past few hours, he also desperately wishes that he was alone with her already. 
While her mom helps her with unpacking some of the boxes, her dad comes over to help with the furniture assembly. That would be fine, like Haechan gets along well with her dad on the several occasions they’ve met, but Renjun and YangYang keep making jokes and blunt comments still that Haechan is terrified her dad is going to take the wrong way. 
Specifically jokes about the Indonesia trip and the sort of rules that they should put in place.
Eventually, Haechan sends them on a mission to pick up a few things from the nearest convenience store. Anything to get rid of them for a little bit. 
Haechan can hear his girlfriend and her mom talking quietly in the bedroom. They’ve got music playing over a Bluetooth speaker that mostly drowns out their conversation, and Haechan finds himself glancing towards the doorway. 
She’s laughing with her mom, saying something he can’t quite make out, and she’s holding an ugly sweater up in front of herself. 
Haechan has a vague memory involving that sweater. 
A few years ago while they were in school, an ugly sweater party they’d thrown at the rental house. He remembers that there’d been a gift exchange since it was right before the holiday break, there’d been mistletoe and Christmas lights. All of their friends wore hideous sweaters that ranged from itchy and horribly patterned to obnoxiously festive. They’d decorated cookies with frosting and sprinkles. They’d drunk spiced wine and spiked eggnog. Someone had started Christmas carol karaoke late in the night when pretty much everyone was completely wasted. 
Haechan remembers her wearing that sweater. He remembers that it had been very, very late when he walked onto the front porch, needing a breath of fresh air and a brief break from Xiaojun and Chenle’s karaoke singing. He’d found her sitting on the front step, wearing only the sweater and a pair of hole-y jeans. She’d been sitting there, staring up at the sky as fluffy flakes of snow were drifting lazily towards the ground where there was already a light dusting. The lampposts along the street gave off a pale, silvery ambience, and the whole city seemed so quiet right then except for the house right behind them. 
She’d been shivering when he sat down beside her. 
“You should be wearing a coat, you’re gonna catch a cold.” Haechan wasn’t wearing a coat either, but that didn’t matter so much to him. 
“It’s pretty out here,” is all she said. 
The wind blew a little, sending a couple little fluffs of snow to settle in her hair, and a few loose strands of her hair fluttered against her cheeks. She closed her eyes and tipped her face up. 
Haechan was probably drunk right then. A little more drunk than he’d thought because he was sitting here beside her, and he completely forgot about the girl he’d brought to the party who was sitting inside wearing a holly wreath as a crown and drinking everyone in there under the table. 
He watched her, shivering in her sweater as she enjoyed the wintry chill. She was pretty, so pretty. All haloed with snow and silvery light. She was an angel, a perfect angel, and his heart beat a little faster when she snuck a glance at him. He was staring, but she didn’t seem to mind too much. He figured if she called him out on it, he could tell her he was drunk, but really he just couldn’t bring himself to look away from her. He wanted to wrap his arms around her, to protect her from the cold. He wasn’t sure where that urge came from, but here it was. 
Of course, that night was years before he realized his true feelings. 
But sitting here right now in the living room of their new apartment, watching her laugh with her mom over the ugly sweater, Haechan wonders if she remembers that night. He really had been such a fool to take so long to realize he was in love with her. He should’ve known it that night, but he’d blamed his feelings on the alcohol, he’d pushed them away. 
While they’re alone — her and her mom distracted in the other room, his friends gone temporarily — Haechan talks to her dad. The music from the speaker keeps playing loudly, and Haechan notices her looking out into the living room, checking on him and her dad, but he knows she can’t hear what they’re talking about. 
It’s hours later when her parents are the last to leave. Hugs, handshakes, her dad nodding a goodbye to Haechan at the door. 
The door has barely swung shut behind them before she’s right there, sliding her arms around Haechan’s waist, pressing her chest against his back. Her lips brush his neck. 
“We’re alone,” she sighs. “At last.”
The mattress in the bedroom is brand new, and they break it in that night.
Haechan is enthusiastic as he devours her, kissing her tenderly, taking her apart on his fingers and his tongue before he finally takes anything for himself. He can’t get enough of her, and she can’t satiate her need for him either. 
Thankfully their apartment is a corner apartment, their bedroom right there on the outer edge, so they’re likely not disturbing their neighbors. Except maybe the people living above and below them. But they make no efforts to be quiet. 
It’s quite a while later when she groans and knots her fingers in Haechan’s hair, dragging his mouth away from where he’s sucking a mark against her collarbones. 
“What has gotten into you tonight?” She’s smiling as she says it. “Aren’t you tired yet?”
Maybe he should find an insult in that, but they have gone more rounds than normal, not to mention they spent all day moving heavy furniture and boxes up several floors, so maybe she’s just genuinely amazed that Haechan is still seeking more. 
“I just love you,” Haechan murmurs, lowering his head again. “And we’ve got this place. Our home. I’m just excited and in love. Can you blame me?” He turns his head to the side, and he brushes his lips against her wrist. He can feel her pulse pounding beneath his lips. She sighs. 
Haechan kisses from her wrist to the crease of her elbow. He can smell her perfume underlying the scent of them together. He trails kisses along the rest of her arm to her shoulder, from her shoulder to her neck, her neck to her jaw. 
She swears softly when he deviates to suck lightly at one of her earlobes, nipping lightly with his teeth. He smiles, loving the way she always reacts when he does that, the way that he can feel her tighten around him where he’s still buried inside her. 
He kisses the high point of her cheekbone, kisses her eyelids and her nose, leaves a lingering kiss to her forehead, and he can feel her breath against his throat. Her hands clench against his sides. 
“Haechan,” she breathes out his name. 
He draws his lips back from her forehead. He kisses her nose again, and then he withdraws a few inches to look down at her. 
Her eyes are still closed. Her lips are turned up, seeking, hopefully, begging to be kissed. 
Haechan leans in, still watching her, watching the way her mouth twitches, the way that her lips part with another small sigh. 
He kisses her. 
Not the hungry, devouring kisses of earlier. This one is slow and sweet. She hums, pleased. 
They tangle together one more time tonight. Bodies moving in tandem, slowly, savoring each other, embracing and enjoying the feel of each other everywhere inside and out. 
“Say it,” Haechan murmurs as he teeters on the brink of another orgasm. “Say it, angel.”
He knows she knows what he’s asking for, and she gives it willingly, openly, spilling the words sweetly from her lips pressed against his. 
“Yours. Always yours.” 
Haechan unravels, taking her words as a promise. 
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Although he’s fully aware of all the jokes and teasing and fake rules their friends have put into place leading up to this trip, Haechan doesn’t take any of them seriously. 
It’s July now, the heat of summer is devastating, but as bad as it is at home, Haechan knows it’s going to be even worse when they get to Indonesia. He’s already sweating as he and his girlfriend unload from the taxi they took to the airport, baking in the heat, his sunglasses slide down his nose due to sweating. 
Blessedly, the interior of the airport is a lot cooler. By the time they’ve made it through security and have found their gate, Haechan feels a lot better. 
Xiaojun and his girlfriend, YangYang and his flavor of the month, and Jeno and Jaemin are already waiting at the gate. 
Haechan can’t help thinking, as they approach their friends, that they all put a lot of joking rules in place considering it’s only couples coming on this trip. Haechan won’t be surprised if not a single one of the sex rules gets followed this week. They all made it work during their trip to Thailand. 
While Haechan is settling into the seat beside Jeno, his girlfriend excuses herself to the restroom. 
They’ve still got about an hour and a half until their flight is meant to board, but Renjun and Mark, who were the ones who put the most planning into this trip, had told all of them to be here two hours early. Of course, Haechan doesn’t fail to notice that neither one of them is there yet. 
Before she returns from the restroom, Renjun and Jaehyun arrive, looking far fancier than the rest of their friends. Both of them look like they could walk a runway or something, and Haechan can’t deny that it’s not a good look, but it’s overkill since they’re all headed to the tropics. Haechan, Jeno, and Jaemin are dressed in sweatpants and tshirts. 
Haechan leaves his seat behind to go talk with the new arrivals, checking with Renjun about what some of the details of the group itinerary are since he’s the one that booked the villa, some of the dinners, and most of their rentals that had to be booked in advance. Renjun assures him that everything has been booked and scheduled properly in the itinerary that he sent to their group chat. 
Haechan returns to his seat beside Jeno and pulls out his phone to check the itinerary – the plans for dinners and for sightseeing, for excursions at the beach, and more. 
Eventually, she comes back, sliding quietly into the seat beside Haechan. She brought back drinks from Starbucks, passing him one and saving the other for herself. He notices the way she keeps shifting around nervously, crossing and uncrossing her legs, bouncing her feet. He reaches over and lays a hand on her knee. 
“What’s gotten into you?” He murmurs. “You’ve never been a nervous flier before.”
She nods, then leans closer, resting her chin on his shoulder to whisper in his ear. “I want to try something.”
Immediately heat blooms inside Haechan, a rush of heat centered in his lower belly. “Oh?”
“I’m wearing a vibrator,” she hisses the word so quietly that Haechan almost misses it. “And you’re going to control it.”
Dear God, his vision pulses black for a second, his head spins. She’s truly going to be the death of him, he thinks, as his heart races. 
“The rules….” He starts to say, glancing over at where Xiaojun is dozing with his head on his girlfriend’s shoulder, where YangYang is giggling with his girl at something on her phone. 
“As if anyone is going to follow them,” she whispers, “And besides, we have a long wait before we board the plane, a long flight after that. I don’t want to be bored, Haechan.”
There have been a rare few times since they began this relationship that Haechan wonders if he’s bitten off more than he can chew with her and her exhibitionism. 
“Can you really do it here?” He asks. He doesn’t even understand how she snuck a vibrator through the airport security. He’s not going to ask either. “Can you really keep it subtle enough?”
She smiles and pecks him on the cheek. “The app is on your phone, I downloaded it for you yesterday. You’re the one in control. You know what I can take.”
She’s giving him all the power right now? He tries hard to not let that rush immediately go to his head. 
She shifts again in a way that Haechan suddenly realizes is excitement over this situation she’s created for herself. 
“You’re a pervert,” Haechan accuses her softly, adoringly. She smiles sweetly. 
He’s grateful for the fact that he’s got a privacy screen protector on his phone. No one can see the app on his screen as he pulls it up with the help of her whispered instructions, it’s invisible unless they’re standing directly behind him and peering over his shoulder. They might be able to see the delight on his face as he realizes that she’s already gone through all the necessary steps, and all Haechan has to do is control her now. 
He could push her quickly right up to the edge, watch her fight to contain herself. 
Or he could just start her out slow, get her so wet that she’s going to ruin her panties. If she’s even wearing them. He wonders how much she’s really planned this. 
Haechan just starts out the vibration low and constant. She reaches over to hold his hand, and he can feel her pulse thrumming in her wrist where it presses against his. 
He toys with her for the time before they board their flight. He holds conversations with their friends while he messes around on his phone, and each time he jacks up the intensity of her vibrator using his phone, he feels her clutch his hand a little bit tighter. But she’s a good girl, and she doesn’t make a sound. 
Haechan has fun with it, pulsing it rapidly so that her fingernails dig into his skin as she fights to keep control of herself, but then other times hr has it so low and constant that she’s able to catch her breath, able to join in on conversation and look almost as if she’s not hiding this dirty secret in plain sight. 
Best of all is that no one notices. All of their friends are too distracted with each other to take any notice when she slips a little bit every now and then, her face showing a hint of the pleasure she’s feeling. 
When their flight is called to board, Haechan lowers the vibrations to almost nothing, but even then, he notices her legs are a tiny bit wobbly as she gets to her feet, as she clutches at his arm while they walk together to line up with their friends to board. He smiles at her, kisses her forehead, and murmurs, “Should I let you have it, baby? Do you deserve to be rewarded? Or should I make you wait til we get to the house?”
Her fingernails dig into his arm sharply. “I don’t think I can wait.”
“We’ll see.”
On the plane, she’s got a window seat, Haechan takes the middle seat, and the third seat in their row is left open for a stranger.  As soon as she’s settled with her personal item tucked beneath the seat in front of her, her seat belt latched across her lap, Haechan places his hand on her bare thigh. She wore shorts for their day of travel, loose athletic shorts that it’s easy for him to slide his fingers inside of. 
Not that he does that right now. 
Well, he stretches his pinky finger out and traces it along the edge of her shorts, which is enough to make her shiver. She turns her head to look out the plane window at the tarmac, and she presses her mouth into her palm. 
The flight fills in around them. Renjun and Jaehyun are in the row behind them with a sweet old lady who strikes up a conversation with the pair of them. Haechan waits to see who is going to fill in the seat beside him. 
But when the doors of the flight close, the seat remains empty. 
Perfect. 
He waits until they’re properly airborne, until the plane is filled with the dull murmur of conversations, the sharper sound of a baby crying a few rows ahead of them, and it’s then that he ramps the vibrator’s setting all the way up. 
She hisses and clutches at his arm, somehow both squirmy and rigid in her seat. Her eyes are closed, but she still has her head turned towards the window. 
It’s almost a seven hour flight from Seoul to Bali, Indonesia, and Haechan doesn’t intend to torture her with the vibrator for the entire seven hours. That might be a bit too much edging, honestly, but he thinks he can do it for a while, playing with her until she’s desperate for it. 
He rests his free hand on her thigh still, the other is preoccupied with his phone — his thumb sliding up and down to adjust the speed and intensity of his girlfriend’s vibrator. The thumb on his other hand strokes her thigh in a matching pattern. Goosebumps rise on her skin, and she squeezes her thighs together. 
She just wore a thin top today since the heat is going to be so thick once they arrive in Indonesia, and right now Haechan can see her nipples poking against the front of her shirt. She crosses her legs, trapping his hand there in the warmth between her thighs, and he’s sorely tempted to just throw caution to the wind and slide his fingers inside her shorts. Fuck the vibrator, he wants to finger her right here until she’s squirting around his fingers and he has to ask a flight attendant for some napkins. 
“Fuck off,” she whispers when he murmurs his thoughts into her ear. 
Haechan kisses her cheek, slides his fingers a little higher, and he draws his pinky finger along the center seam of her shorts. 
She shivers. 
Haechan grins, and again he whispers to her, asking, “Are you even wearing panties, angel? I swear I can already feel how wet you are.”
“I’m not,” she admits, and her voice gives an odd flutter when he draws his pinky finger in a circle over her clit. “I thought it would be easier if I wasn’t, so I stowed them in my purse when I went to the bathroom. I was hoping that after you got tired of toying with me, you’ll fuck me in the tiny airplane bathroom.”
God, Haechan is so in love with her. 
“I might take you in there,” he says. “Once I’ve had enough of this.” And then he drives the settings high again, watching the way her eyes flutter shut, the way her thighs clench around his hand, and she bites her bottom lip. He slowly lowers the setting until she relaxes again. 
Back and forth, again and again, wilderness with sudden sharp bursts of pleasure, sometimes he drops all the way to the lowest setting. And the whole time, Haechan is touching her — over her shorts, her thighs, holding her hand while she leans over with her head on his shoulder and her teeth scraping his bicep while she tries to keep quiet. 
Haechan is enchanted, endeared by her. 
Her teeth dig into his skin through his shirt as he lets the vibrator pass in a smooth rhythm between two different settings. Her fingernails draw marks into his forearm, and a small whimper manages to escape her as he lets her orgasm at last overtake her. 
She doesn’t say a word as she revels in the feeling, as he keeps his thumb on the screen of his phone, dropping her down to the lowest level and just letting it buzz to elongate her pleasure. She tucks her head into the crook of his neck, and Haechan can feel her breath damp against his skin as she shudders through a second weaker orgasm. 
“I love you,” she mumbles, “Give me, like, five minutes and you can drag me off to that tiny bathroom.”
Haechan laughs. He turns off the vibrator, and slides his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants. “We don’t have to. We still have hours left of this flight, baby. And a whole flight back home at the end of the week.”
She sighs a little, but she settles in against him, relaxing. Soon her breaths grow slow and steady, and Haechan realizes that she’s fallen asleep. 
The rest of the flight is quiet, uneventful, and even when she wakes from her nap a little while later, Haechan insists that they stay in their seats. 
“We don’t want to exert all of our energy now, do we?” He stretches his arms above his head and peeks back over his shoulder to see Renjun and Jaehyun, the latter asleep with his head on Renjun’s shoulder. “I have plans for us, angel. Lots of plans, and some are even ones that our friends definitely won’t approve of.”
Already they’ve made several plans as a group — paddle boarding to this lake just a short distance inland, parasailing, snorkeling, exploring historical structures, etc. — and Haechan has adapted some of his plans to account for those things. 
That answer seems good enough for her. 
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The luxury villa is exactly as it was promised on the booking website. A gorgeous pool area with an abundance of lounge chairs and umbrellas, an outdoor jacuzzi, a covered patio with a fire pit and L-shaped sofa, a grilling area and outdoor bar. There are 6 bedrooms, 7 bathrooms, a state of the art kitchen, a small gym. The living room is equipped with large sofas, a massive TV with a sound system, and a pool table, air hockey table, dart board, foosball table, and a ping pong table. There’s wifi and TV, air conditioning, gorgeous views; the villa has everything they could want. 
As soon as YangYang pulls up to the villa in their rental car, there is a mad scramble to get inside and claim the best bedrooms. Each couple gets their own bedroom, their own bathroom. 
There is a main house and then two separate buildings, each one housing two bedrooms, although the main house holds the kitchen, the living room, and the gym. 
Xiaojun and his girlfriend claim one of the rooms in the main house on the basis that Xiaojun is going to be the one using the kitchen the most. Jeno and Jaemin take the second bedroom for the same reason — they’ll be using the kitchen and the gym often. 
YangYang and his girl, plus Mark and his girlfriend share one of the standalone houses, leaving Jaehyun, Renjun, Haechan, and his girlfriend in the other. 
“Don’t forget,” Renjun warns as the four of them step into their shared building. “Just keep the volume down.”
“Maybe we’ll be extra loud just to spite you,” she says quickly in reply.
Renjun opens his mouth to reply, but before he can, Haechan tugs on his girlfriend’s arm to draw her towards the stairs that lead up to their bedroom on the second floor. 
THe bedroom is just as beautiful as the rest of the villa. A wooden floor with soft rugs, a queen sized bed with a netted canopy that can be drawn back or cover the bed. There’s a nice bathroom with a waterfall shower. There’s a balcony that overlooks the beautiful forest view behind the villa as well as a nice view on the other side of the room of the pool area below. 
She slides up behind Haechan while he’s looking down at the pool. She hugs him from behind, her arms around his waist, her cheek against his shoulder. “We still have a few hours before we’re all leaving for dinner,” she says, “Do you want to shower with me? I’ll make good on that promise from earlier.”
Haechan watches Jeno reappear from the main house, taking a running leap before he plunges fully into the pool with a massive splash. Jaemin is close behind him, then Mark joins in too.
Later they’re all driving back into the little tourist town on the beach. They’re going to grab dinner and drinks at a restaurant that has great reviews. That’s hours from now. Plenty of time for him to enjoy his girlfriend the way that she deserves.
“You go in first,” Haechan tells her.
She wanders off, and he takes a few moments to draw the gauzy curtains over the windows looking down to the pool. He doesn’t want to share her with all of them, not now.
She’s already standing bare beneath the spray of the waterfall shower. The shower floor is made up of a few large tiles while the rest is filled in with pebbles. There’s a window overhead and another one that overlooks the forest.
Haechan strips and joins her. He pulls her against him, cradling her face in his hands, and he kisses her like he’s been deprived of her touch for weeks, as if it wasn’t just last night that he pinned her to the couch while they fought over the last bite of the last eggroll from their takeout dinner, and when she stuffed it into her mouth, he’d let her finish chewing it while he looked at her in shock, and then he’d kissed her. She’d teased him afterwards that it was gross that he wanted to kiss her just to get a taste of the eggroll, so he’d kissed her again and kept kissing her for quite a while.
But he can’t help how much he loves her.
He can’t help how often he wishes he was just like this with her: skin-to-skin with nothing in between, tasting her kiss, hearing her soft sounds of pleasure as he slides a hand down between her legs again.
He can’t help the way that his carnal desires take over, his need to be inside her driving him to press her up against that window looking out to the forest. He fits his cock inside her from behind, his hands on her hips as he fills her up again and again. He presses his fingertips between her lips to keep her mouth busy, and she sucks on his fingers like they’re his cock. 
Haechan cums, pulling out just in time to get her lower back, but that’s not enough for her. She only just barely spares a moment to shut off the water before she’s got her hands on his chest, propelling him backwards out of the shower, out of the bathroom, onto the bed. She sits right back on his cock, riding him with her hands on his thighs to steady herself. 
Her hair drips down her back and onto his skin, little cold drops that tickle as they roll across his skin. She looks like a siren, fresh from the sea with her skin and hair so wet, her body rolling on top of him, her head tipped back as she moans for him, sighing his name. Her breasts bounce distractingly on her chest, and Haechan is mesmerized, watching her use his cock to draw her own pleasure, her nipples are pulled into tight peaks, and he can’t help himself when he sits up and latches on to one of them.
She shudders, arching into the heat of his mouth. 
Haechan reaches around her, grabbing her ass, and he squeezes it. She rolls her hips a little faster, but it’s still not enough for him.
He wants to be deeper.
She gasps when he suddenly moves, turning them over so her back is on the bed and he’s above her. 
She’s not being quiet, and he’s not sure if that’s because of what she said to Renjun before they came up here, or if she’s just genuinely enjoying herself that much that she’s being so noisy. Either way, Haechan doesn’t really want to piss off their friends on their first night of the trip, so he leans in and kisses her to get her to quiet down a little.
It works a little bit, but once Haechan really starts moving, snapping his hips forward roughly to get as deep inside her as he can, her cries grow in volume again, even muffled by his mouth on hers. Haechan can tell that she’s getting close, and with each time that she clenches around him, each of her whining moans, he feels himself growing closer too. The knot in his belly draws tighter, and he loves the feeling of being so deep inside her, he really doesn’t want to pull out just to cum on her belly or thighs again. He wants to relish the feeling of his orgasm inside her.
“Can I cum inside?” He gasps the words out against her lips as he feels himself teetering on the brink.
She hesitates for a fraction of a second, but then she nods. “Yes. Inside me. Please, Haechan.”
She so rarely has let him cum inside her, and hasn’t let him do it in what feels like ages, so the feeling of it right now is overwhelming. And the way that she hits her peak at the same moment, just makes it all that much better.
Haechan does her the courtesy of at least pulling out and repositioning her, then he sinks down between her legs. She basically wraps her legs around his head as he cleans her up with his tongue and eats her out.
By the time they descend from their bedroom almost an hour later (after he brings her to orgasm twice more on his tongue and fingers, after they shower off again and get ready for their group dinner), Haechan’s lips feel a little bruised and he feels drunk off the taste of her, but he has a happy girlfriend at his side. 
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Haechan wakes the next morning on a deflating pool float that’s halfway submerged on the steps into the pool. He doesn’t really remember how he got there, just that they’d all been drinking a lot of strong stuff at the bar, and then when they got back to the villa there was more drinking. 
He’s not the only one left out by the pool. Mark is asleep on two of the lounge chairs that have been pushed together. Xiaojun’s girlfriend is stretched out on the sofa by the firepit, a bluetooth speaker a few feet away from her still playing music.
Haechan, in his attempt to climb off the pool float, ends up tipping himself into the water, and the shock of the cool water closing over him is enough to fully wake him the rest of the way up, sobering him in an instant.
“Fuck! Shit! Damn it!” He curses as his head breaks the surface. Not that anyone hears him. Both Mark and Xiaojun’s girlfriend are still deep asleep as Haechan sloshes up the steps, splattering the concrete with his footsteps and soaking wet clothes. All the lights are off in the villas, and it’s then that Haechan realizes it’s still very early and it was probably only the deflating of his float letting in the cool water that woke him.
The sun isn’t all the way up yet, just coloring the clouds a pale orange color, and there is a surprising slight chill to the morning air. A short breeze prickles Haechan’s skin as he walks towards his building. 
The door to Renjun and Jaehyun’s bedroom is cracked open, and he can just barely catch a glimpse of their tangled bodies on top of the bedsheets. He climbs the stairs up to his bedroom quietly.
Haechan feels an odd sense of deja vu upon attempting to quietly open the bedroom door. A night so long ago when he cautiously opened a bedroom door, worried about waking the girl in his bed then. That night, he’d startled her awake. Or at least, he’d assumed he’d woken her, it was only all those months later when she finally confessed to him that she had not been asleep but had actually just finished touching herself.
This morning, she doesn’t even stir as he opens the door.
She’s diagonal on the bed, her head on Haechan’s pillow while her body crosses the rest of the mattress. She’s only wearing panties, all the sheets have been kicked to the end of the bed, and as Haechan notices the scattered hickeys on her thighs, a vague memory from last night returns: stumbling up the stairs with her, losing their balance and giggling as they sat down on the stairs, as Haechan untied the wrap dress that she’d worn out to dinner, as he parted her thighs and knelt there on the stairs to eat her out. 
Someone had come in downstairs while they were there on the stairs. Whether it was Renjun or Jaehyun, Haechan didn’t know, but he did finish her off on his tongue, and he’d still been leaving his mark on her thighs when the sound of a door opening downstairs sounded again. And that time they’d been caught, called out by Jaehyun. 
Haechan vaguely recalls laughing as he’d risen to his feet and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He remembers stumbling back down the stairs and throwing his arm around Jaehyun’s shoulders, asking him not to tell everyone that they’d been breaking the rules against having sex in public spaces of the house. He remembers in blurry bursts, dragging Jaehyun back out to the pool, pouring both of them a few shots, and then the rest of the night vanished.
Haechan doesn’t want to bother her, so he walks quietly across the room to the bathroom. His head is throbbing, so as he waits for the shower to reach a good temperature, he digs through his bag for something to help his headache. By the time he’s finished showering and brushing his teeth, he does feel a bit better, though there’s still a dull pressure behind his eyes.
Coffee is the perfect mend for that, and Haechan brews a cup with a small Keurig that’s sitting on the desk in the bedroom. 
He’s sitting out on the balcony of the bedroom, air-drying all his bits and enjoying the fresh coffee and the quiet sunrise, when the door of the balcony slides open again.
“There you are,” his girlfriend says. “You never came up to bed.”
She’s still only wearing her panties. All the rest of her is bare and exposed in the morning light. He can see the hickeys better now when the sunrise brushes against her thighs.
“I think I tried to drink away Jaehyun’s memory of finding us.” Haechan opens his arms, and she sinks down in his lap, taking the mug of coffee from him as she leans her back against his chest. “But I feel better now than I did earlier.”
She hums into the mug, keeping it cradled in her hands. 
For a few moments, they’re both quiet, enjoying the peaceful sunrise, the mist rising from the forest into the golden sky. 
“I like it here,” she shares, “Like, of all the places we’ve been, I think I like it here the best.”
“We’ve been here not even a full day, and for half of the time we’ve been drunk,” Haechan reminds her. “But I agree. It’s nice here like this.”
There aren’t many nice vacations he’s been on where he can sit on a second floor balcony and enjoy an unobstructed view of nature. Not to mention, he’s not ever been on a vacation where he can sit completely naked on the balcony without fear of someone being able to see him. Especially not with his gorgeous mostly-naked girlfriend sitting in his lap.
She leans forward and sits the coffee mug on the ground beside their feet. “Maybe we can come back here. In the future.”
Haechan smiles, an undeniable smile. He loves when she talks like this. Any time that she talks about the future and includes him within that.
“We can do that,” he promises. “For vacations in the future.”
Again, she leans back against him, her head tipped back on his shoulder. She sighs, “What are we doing today? Was today the day that they wanted to go parasailing? And didn’t you say that you’ve got some plans too for this trip?”
“Mm,” Haechan agrees. “I do have plans. Very different from the ones our friends have been making.”
He wonders if she can feel the way that his heart has begun to race.
“Can you tell me your plans?” She starts to sit up and twist around to face him, but Haechan just wraps his arms snug around her hips, pulling her back so her ass rests right above his dick. She laughs, “What are you doing?”
“You want to know my plans?” Haechan asks. “These are my plans. Just you and me, fucking like bunnies in a tropical location. Last time we went on a trip like this I was still stupid and blind, and I didn’t really get to appreciate you as much as I should have. This time, I don’t want to make the same mistake. I want to enjoy my time with you, angel.”
She makes a satisfied sound. “Last time… meaning when you watched all of our friends fuck around the entire trip?”
Haechan nods, tucking his head so he can start kissing her neck. 
“What about the rules? You were so worried about them yesterday.” Her voice is beginning to wane as Haechan softly kisses her neck, as one of his hands slips down to stroke along the band of her panties. 
Haechan grunts a small sound of denial. “Not worried anymore.”
Haechan knows that he’s beyond lucky to have her. For numerous, endless reasons, but one of the most important reasons is that she is just as insatiable as he is. Despite her having had, like, several orgasms within the last approximately twelve hours, when Haechan’s fingers dive beneath her panties, she whimpers like she needs it.
She squirms in his lap, against his swelling erection, panting and whining while Haechan kisses her throat and draws light circles on her clit with his fingers. His other hand, he lifts to her chest, palming at her tits.
This doesn’t really feel like it’s breaking any of the rules. They’re not really in a public space right now since no one can see them on this balcony. There’s no one to accidentally spot them as she gets his cock trapped between his belly and her ass, as she grinds on him until Haechan is cumming, his cum streaking down her ass as she keeps moving, as he strokes her clit with his fingers until she cums too, her pussy so wet and warm against his dick that Haechan almost pins her against the balcony’s edge to feel her around him.
But he doesn’t. 
They move on. She showers away the feel of last night while Haechan just quickly wipes himself down. They dress and head back to the main house for breakfast provided by Xiaojun and Jaemin. 
Everyone goes sightseeing that day. Most of them are recovering from last night’s hangovers, but plenty of water, electrolytes, and some really decent sunglasses help for the most part. Dinner that night is an extravagant affair put on by Xiaojun, Jaemin, Haechan, Mark’s girlfriend, and featuring bartending by YangYang.
Quickly, Haechan realizes that when his friends made the list of silly rules, they meant for it to apply just to Haechan and his girlfriend. None of them are following their own rules, and of course, most of them have had direct experiences with Haechan’s voyeurism and/or his girlfriend’s exhibitionist tastes, so that’s why they’d laid down those rules.
But on the third night while he’s lounging in the pool while his girlfriend is over drinking by the firepit with Renjun, Jaehyun, and Mark, Haechan looks up at the main house, and catches a glimpse through the windows of the second floor of Xiaojun and his girlfriend fucking against the window. She’s blindfolded with Xiaojun’s hand possibly around her throat while he takes her from behind, her tits are pressed to the window.
It says a great deal about how being in this relationship has changed Haechan that, instead of staying and watching them, he turns away from the window. He plunges through the water until he reaches the edge of the pool closest to the fire pit, and he pulls himself out of the water.
He doesn’t want to watch Xiaojun and his girlfriend. He doesn’t care to watch them. Instead, his mind has immediately taken the scenario and flipped it around in his imagination so he’s the one up there, fucking his own girlfriend against the window, whispering in her ear that their friends are down in the pool and can see her being a perfect whore for him.
And the next morning, bright and early, Haechan and her leave their bedroom to go take a walk around the neighborhood of the villa. It’s a nice, quiet walk. They hold hands and enjoy the sunrise, and Haechan tells her about his self-discovery from the night before; how he’s not so sure that he’s into voyeurism anymore, how he feels that being in this relationship with her has reformed him from his perverted ways.
“Well, most of them,” he laughs, “I think I just adapted my form of perversion into yours. I still want to fuck you in public places. I want you all to myself, but I don’t think I care if people can see.”
That makes her laugh too. “I think we must’ve rubbed off on each other, then, because honestly, I still very much am into exhibitionism, but I also want to watch other people. Specifically, on this trip. Like, I thought for sure everyone would be breaking the rules. You’ve seen almost all of our friends on this trip having sex, and I feel like I’m at a disadvantage.”
Haechan has shown her before all of the videos he had in his phone – the one of Jeno and Jaemin, the stolen clips from Renjun’s phone – but she wants some of her own memories of watching. He can understand that.
As luck would have it, it’s still early when they return to the villa. The main house is silent, the pool is empty, but when they reach their building, when they step through the front door, the first thing they’re greeted with is the sight of the ground floor bedroom’s door wide open. Renjun’s bare back, pale in the light coming through the windows, stands out in contrast to the dark headboard of the bed. He’s riding Jaehyun, breathy moans pouring from both of them, not even trying to be quiet, which either means they were hoping to be caught, or they really thought that Haechan and his girlfriend were going to be gone for longer.
She’s giddy about finally catching someone, and she lingers in the doorway, watching their two friends in a way that brings to life a tendril of lust in his belly. She’s a pervert.
Haechan sits on the stairs, watching her peer around the doorway, her lips parted as eyes follow Renjun riding his boyfriend. He looks at her and he sees two images of her overlaid. He sees the angelic perception he had of her for so long, and he sees her the way he sees her now. Two very different perceptions, but exactly the same woman.
She giggles about it for a while once he takes her hand and drags her upstairs to their bedroom. Even through the floor, they can hear some of the boyfriends downstairs moaning.
“What’s so funny?” Haechan asks.
“I never got to see them together,” she explains, still smiling, “Jaehyun saw or heard every time that Renjun and I were together except the very first time during the movie. You showed me those videos you stole, but that’s not the same. It’s only fair that I got to watch them. Also, Jaehyun is a damn hypocrite. He used to make fun of me when I didn’t want to put in the work, but he was just letting Renjun do all the work down there.”
Haechan nods. “Did you like it, though? Did you like watching, angel?”
She shrugs. “I’m not going to go out of my way to look for it, but, yeah, if they’re gonna have sex right there in plain view, I’ll watch.” 
It must be something in the air, or perhaps it's the aphrodisiacal wine and foods that they’ve been eating, or maybe they all just snap and are filled with a flood of horniness, but that day everyone seems to be in a mood. It’s not like there’s a massive orgy or anything like that, although Haechan probably wouldn’t mind too much if that broke out right in front of him, but after spotting Xiaojun and his girlfriend the previous night, after witnessing Renjun and Jaehyun that morning, Haechan sees Mark getting a little too handsy while he helps his girlfriend apply sunscreen before they all head out for the day. 
They all go paddleboarding together. And Haechan’s girlfriend points out to him the way that YangYang and his girl are canoodling on the paddleboard that they’re sharing. YangYang is pressed up against her back, his arms around her as he helps her paddle, both of them whispering and laughing, and Haechan sees YangYang’s hands begin to wander. Haechan makes sure to show his girlfriend when he notices the way that YangYang’s board begins to lag behind where everyone else is paddling, when his girl is suddenly on her hands and knees.
“Look,” Haechan murmurs to his girlfriend. “There’s another fun little glimpse for you. So much for not having sex in public spaces. Wasn’t it him that came up with that rule?”
But YangYang is definitely fucking his girl doggy style on the paddle board. 
And maybe a little while later, when all of their friends are distracted, Haechan does the same with his girlfriend, fucking her from behind, her pretty ass bouncing with each thrust, the paddleboard wobbling so unsteadily. He knows that someone has to have spotted them, but for once no one calls them out, nor does anyone say anything when Haechan holds his girlfriend on his lap later as they’re driving back to the villa.
No one says anything as they all spend the rest of that day in the pool at their villa, sunbathing and playing around, Haechan unable to keep his hands off of her. To be fair, most of the couples can’t keep their hands to themselves, but when some of their friends are disappearing inside or curling up on the lounge chairs beneath umbrellas, Haechan and his girlfriend are stretched out on the sofa on the covered patio.
He’s been tickling her, her giggles echoing out from the patio, his fingers tugging at strings tying her bikini in place, his lips tracing her tanlines, tasting the saltwater from the sea earlier.
Right now, they’re not even trying to hide it. 
Her bikini falls away, leaving her bare but for the dappled sunlight that stripes over her skin through the latticed ceiling above them. 
“What if they see?” She asks, but she makes no attempt to cover herself up. She actually stretches her arms above her head, exposing herself a little bit more. 
“When has that ever stopped you before?” Haechan replies. “What happened to the girl that let some stranger eat her out in a library? The one that fucked Renjun in her car on campus, who fingered herself in the office?”
She lifts her chin, a daring gleam in her eyes. “She’s still right here. But she’s also aware of her boyfriend’s jealousies, his dislike of actually sharing her with anyone else.”
“They can look,” he says with a shrug, “But they can’t touch.”
He slides a hand from her hip to her chest, all along the curve of her body. She makes a soft, pleased sound. 
“And besides, angel,” Haechan says, “Anyone who sees us together knows that you’re mine. All mine. So let them watch me lay claim to you, let them see the way that you call yourself mine.”
Haechan sinks down, brushing his lips over her throat, down her sternum to her heart. He kisses her there, letting the heat of his mouth linger while his hands slip down to her thighs, pulling them up around his waist. 
“You’re so cocky, Haechan,” she accuses, “You make it sound like your dick is so good that I just beg you for more and more, that I can’t get enough.”
Haechan snorts, laughing even as he presses against her. “But you do, don’t you, baby? You can’t get enough of me, just as I can’t get enough of you. I don’t care who sees us, just as long as they can see how much we mean to each other.”
She lifts her arms from above her head up to drape them around his shoulders. “Are you gonna talk romance to me when we’re about to have sex out here? Gonna wax poetic about how much you love me, Hyuck? You should be begging me again to cum inside me, to mark me up. You should call me names. But don’t get sweet and soft when we’re having sex in public.” 
“I’ll do what I want, pretty whore. I’ll give you something so everyone knows you’re mine,” Haechan growls, and with that, he thrusts himself into her. 
He doesn’t take it easy. Doesn’t go soft or slow on her. 
Haechan takes what he wants, and she keeps moaning, a low chant of “yes yes yes” as her tots bounce with each of Haechan’s deep thrusts, her hands grasping above her head again for anything to grab onto. She bites her bottom lip, trying to at least keep her volume a little low so it doesn’t carry across the pool to where Renjun and Jaehyun are curled together on a large square lounger. 
He reaches for her chin, his thumb dragging beneath her bottom lip. “What are you being so quiet for, huh? Don’t you want all of them to know what we’re doing? Let them know who’s making you feel good, baby?” 
She does moan a little louder, her mouth falls open, and just the sound of her raised moans, her hisses of, “Fuck, harder, baby,” and “God, more! More, Haechan, more, more!” drives Haechan on. 
Each snap forward of his hips makes her tits jiggle, brings another guttural sound of pleasure from her pretty lips. 
“Ah, yes!” She whimpers when Haechan slides his hands down under her ass, lifting her and switching up the angle just enough that he’s hitting that spot inside her now with each thrust, and it’s only a moment later that she’s cumming around him. Haechan brings one of his hands around to her clit, the other up to her throat just to close his hand around it briefly, lightly. 
She writhes with ecstasy, her body arching, still working her hips to get the most out of his cock and the contact with his fingers.
Haechan doesn’t let up. He’s still fucking into his gorgeous girlfriend, still stimulating her clit, though he does remove his hand from her throat as soon as she taps at his arm. Then he moves to her tits, beautiful and perfect in the sunlight. 
She grows tighter around him when he pinches one of her nipples, and he swears he feels a gush of wetness when he tugs on the same nipple. She’s so reactive to him, grinding herself on his cock with a loud moan that Haechan is certain must carry across the pool, and she arches into the hand on her chest, her hands grip tight to a throw pillow over her head. 
He folds himself over her, his lips closing over her unattended nipple, flicking his tongue over the sensitive peak. She shudders again beneath him, waves of pleasure tearing through her as her pussy pulses around his cock. 
Haechan pulls out of her, pulling completely away more suddenly than he’s sure either of them would really like. 
She’s lying there, panting, damp with sweat and his saliva on her one breast. Her nipples both look swollen from his stimulation. She sits up, reaching for him, not done with him yet. And he’s nowhere near done with her either. 
“Up, baby,” Haechan commands, grabbing one of her hands and pulling. 
She stands up quickly on legs that shake a little, and Haechan quickly fills her place, his back on this outdoor sofa. 
Haechan watches her for a moment, watches how she glances around the pool area now that she’s standing. He notices the way that her gaze pauses in a few spots, landing on their friends. Haechan looks too, and all he can see from here is Renjun and Jaehyun still apparently napping. 
He tugs at her hand. “Come on. Come sit on me, baby. Need you to ride me.”
She straddles him, leaning down over him and bracing one hand on his chest as she sinks down on his cock tantalizingly slow. Haechan has to fight the urge to just thrust up into her invitingly warm and wet entrance as she just hovers above him. 
She smirks down at him, her fingernails dragging lightly over his chest. “My turn to be in charge?” She teases, “You gonna submit to me now, baby?”
Haechan snorts. Rarely in their relationship has he given her the reins, let her take control, but if that’s what she wants right now, sure. She can play at being in charge for now. 
He nods. 
“Good boy,” she hums. And then she finally drops her hips, and Haechan lets out an involuntary moan as her tight pussy swallows his length up. Her hand on his chest drifts over to one side, thumbing over his nipple in a way that sends a jolt down to his cock. 
She looks so pleased with herself there on top of him as she settles down with his cock buried all the way inside her. She looks so satisfied as she can take it how she wants it, teasingly slow as she lifts herself up and then back down, as she grinds down on him, as she plays with her clit in the same slow circles as she draws around one of Haechan’s nipples. 
She rides him like that, and Haechan is just in awe of her. 
She cums again like that, squirting a bit on his belly, making quite a mess, honestly, but Haechan likes it.
He slides his fingers through the wet mess, and he presses his fingers through his own lips, sucking the taste of her off. 
She digs her nails into his chest again, and she slumps over him. “Fuck, I’m tired.”
“Not yet, baby,” he pulls his fingers out of his mouth to reach around and pat her ass. “I’m not finished yet. Why don’t you turn around? I want to watch you, and why don’t you watch our friends, see if any of them are looking.”
Because surely some of them have noticed. They’ve been making enough noise that Haechan would be shocked if no one had noticed.
“Can you keep going, baby?” He asks. Because if she’s too tired to be on top, too tired to keep going, he’ll figure it out.
“I got this, thanks,” she says with a smile, patting Haechan on the chest. 
She climbs off of him, standing there bare in the dazzling sunlight for a moment as she turns around, and then she sits over Haechan him again, her back to him. 
She laughs, and that is an unexpected sound in the moment as she’s sinking down on his cock, but she turns her head to take a peek at him over her shoulder, and she says, “Jaehyun and Renjun are looking.”
“Keep going. Let them watch, if that’s what you want, angel.” But it’s what Haechan wants too, so when she starts moving, Haechan is glad. The thought of being watched is working for him, a lot more of a turn on than Haechan had thought it really would be. To know that they’re being watched, that other people (who he knows hold no foul intentions towards them) can see her feeling so good while she rides him.
It only makes matters worse (or better, depending on the angle), that she’s keeping up a narration while she fucks herself on Haechan’s cock, telling him all about what she sees across the pool.
She tells him about how Jaehyun is curled around Renjun from behind, both of them are watching her, and Jaehyun is whispering to Renjun. Renjun’s tiny shorts are riding up and exposing his thighs, Jaehyun has his hand down the front of them. She keeps going, and the combination of voyeurism and exhibitionism is too much for him.
He drags her off his cock, drags her back up his torso until she’s hovering above his face and he presses at her thighs and hips to get her to sit down. This is something he’s been thinking about since the first time she did it – when she rode his face on the sofa in his apartment with YangYang – and he’s been wanting to have it happen again. This seems like the perfect moment, and she seems to agree, judging by the sounds she starts making as soon as Haechan dives in hungrily. 
She doesn’t forget about him. She reaches down and jerks Haechan off with both hands. That, combined with the awareness they’re being watched and the exhilaration of her sitting on his face, carry Haechan at last over the edge, and he cums across his belly.
Haechan just lies there, and she does all the rest, riding his face like he’s just a toy for her to hump. She lowers herself over him, and Haechan nearly nuts again as he feels her licking across his belly, licking at the tip of his cock, cleaning his cum off of his skin. He gets back into it, eating her out until she’s trembling on top of him, cumming again, and this time she pulls away, rolling off of him.
“Now, I’m done,” she pants, leaning in to kiss Haechan once. He wants to hold her there, to kiss her until her lips are glossy too with her wetness like he knows his are. But he lets her withdraw. He watches as she reaches for an abandoned towel on a nearby cushion, and she wraps it around herself.
When he sits up a second later, Haechan looks across the pool, over to the square lounger where Jaehyun and Renjun are. 
But it’s empty.
Haechan frowns, and beside him, his girlfriend laughs. “They weren’t really watching. I made it up. Actually, as far as I can see, none of them are out here anymore.”
“Think we scared them off?” Haechan reaches down for his swim trunks, pulling them back up. 
“Mm, maybe.” She picks up her bikini, wadding the small pieces of fabric up in her hands. “I’m going to shower. You can come too, but just know that there’s not going to be any funny business. I need a good snack and a nap now.”
Haechan doesn’t really feel like moving. This could be just as good of a nap spot right here in the warm sunlight.
“Come on!” She reaches down, tugging at one of his hands. “If you don’t come take a nap with me, what am I gonna do? I’m gonna have to get in your bag and steal one of your shirts. You know I sleep best when I’m with you.”
That gets him moving, trailing along behind her. “No need to go digging for one of my shirts. I’m right here. Perfectly good for napping with.”
Truly, Haechan wonders, how did he get to be so lucky? 
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The next night, they’re all seated on the outdoor sofa or in lounge chairs that they’ve drawn up around the firepit. There’s beer and some traditional Indonesian alcohol that some of the guys bought when they were in town earlier. They have three more nights and two full days left in their trip, and Haechan can feel the clock counting down.
Someone brought up in conversation their friends that didn’t come along on this trip – the younger ones, some of which are still in school; Chenle, who is just too busy running his shop to take a week off; and Shotaro and his girlfriend, who are pretty much living together in Japan, and never want to make the trip to come see all of their old friends.
“Oh, shit, that reminds me,” YangYang says then, “Did you see what they posted yesterday on Instagram? Shotaro finally proposed!”
Tucked into his side, Haechan’s girlfriend laughs.
“What?” He looks down at her. 
She shakes her head as if she’s not going to speak, but then she says, “Remember when you had a crush on her? When you threw your tantrum on our first big camping trip as a group?”
Haechan feels his face grow a bit warm as the others all turn to look at them upon hearing her words. “It wasn’t a crush.”
“But it was a tantrum,” Renjun says. 
Haechan draws his arm around her shoulders a little tighter. “I got over it quickly, though. There were no hard feelings after that night. I’m happy for them. Our innocent Shotaro needed someone to show him the ropes of romance, and she was always protective of him.”
“And much like someone else, it took her a long time to realize her feelings for him,” comes the quiet comment from Haechan’s side again. He looks down at his girlfriend. She smiles.
“YangYang, let me see the post!” Mark’s girlfriend demands, clambering over Mark’s lap to reach for YangYang’s phone. “I wanna see the ring!” 
Xiaojun shifts in his seat, glancing at his girlfriend before he looks back around the firepit at all of them. “He’s the first one of us to take that step. When do you think they’re going to get married?”
“Who do you think is gonna be next?” Jeno asks, sweeping a look around at each of the couples gathered here on this trip. “Jaem and I have been together the longest, but…”
“I’m not marrying you,” Jaemin groans from across the fire. “We don’t need to go through all that trouble. And even if we do get married, none of you are invited. Just us two, a quiet little ceremony, and then we’re gonna fuck off on a month-long honeymoon.” 
“If not us, then who?” Jeno asks, still gazing over at Jaemin. The way that they look at each other from across the fire is nauseatingly cute. 
Haechan thinks he might puke.
“After us, you two have been together the longest, right?” Jeno asks Mark and his girlfriend.
“Actually,” Renjun clears his throat, “It’s us.”
Jaehyun doesn’t say a word, just watching Renjun as he says, “It’s been complicated, but we’ve been together since, what, my third year of university? When I started the internship.” 
Jaehyun nods silently, then says, “But we couldn’t make it official in case the company found out. You’d have been let go from the internship, I’d have been at risk of firing or demotion. It was definitely… complicated.” His eyes flick over in Haechan and his girlfriend’s direction, and Haechan again draws his arm a little tighter around his girlfriend.
“But we’re waiting to get engaged, anyway,” Renjun says definitively. “Jaehyun is taking me on a trip to Santorini next year that he promised me years ago, and if he doesn’t propose on that trip, I’m breaking up with him.”
Jaehyun wrinkles his nose, looping his arm around Renjun’s chest, and he drags him to lie back against him. “Damn, I was hoping you were going to be the one proposing. I remember you being the one promising me a trip to Greece.”
The conversations all around them turn to the length of their relationships, dream proposals, talks of Shotaro’s future wedding. Conversations drift and twist away, winding down different paths of topic, but Haechan isn’t paying any attention to that. He’s still stuck on thoughts of his own future. 
He’s so deep in thought, that he doesn’t realize everyone else has left the fire until his girlfriend pokes his cheek with her finger. “Donghyuck?”
“Hmm?” He feels like he’s coming out of a daze. He blinks against the glow of the fire still burning in the firepit, and he looks down at her.
Her eyes are big, starry as the night around them when she says, “Do you remember a few months back? You saw a suit in a shop window and asked me about, like, the future? Marriage, kids, a family?”
She’d been quiet all through the discussion of proposals, and now Haechan finds his stomach tying itself in nervous knots. 
“I don’t think…” She pauses, and again, Haechan’s heart is thundering in his chest.
What if she tells him that she doesn’t actually want any of that? Haechan wants all of that so much that he can’t imagine his future without a marriage, kids, a family. 
She leans in, resting her head on his chest. “I don’t think I was very clear back then about what I want. Mostly because, you know, you’re never really sure of what you want until it’s right there in front of you. Which, I’m sure you definitely get that, like, it took you forever to realize that I was right here, in love with you. But, um, you were asking your questions very hypothetically back then, and I’ve done a lot of thinking since then about what I want.”
Haechan doesn’t like this type of conversation. It has a lump in his throat, a weight in his chest that has nothing to do with her head leaning on him. It has everything to do with the look he’d seen in her eyes on that day months ago. That had been before everything. Before she met his family, before their fight, before he realized that being apart from her left him feeling hollow. He’d seen the look in her eyes that day when he was standing there talking about wanting to get married and wanting to be a dad, and all he’d seen when he looked into her eyes was fear and uncertainty. 
She’d answered his questions that day in a way that left him feeling like he stood on unstable ground, like everything might just crumble away. He’d told her, in an effort to erase that scared look in her eyes, to reassure her, that he was just putting the thought out there, trying to gauge her reaction.
But then there was the morning after their fight, when he went to apologize and mimed a proposal when he sank to one knee. She’d looked panicked then.
What if she genuinely didn’t want a wedding?
“Haechan?”
Her voice sounds a long way off, and it’s not until she places one hand on his chest, the other lightly brushing his cheek, that Haechan realizes he’s holding his breath.
“Donghyuck, relax.” She strokes his cheek tenderly. “Relax, I’m trying to tell you that I do want that. Relax, okay?” She laughs at the way that Haechan lets out a relieved breath. 
And he does feel relieved. That odd weight in his chest, the sick feeling in his belly, and the knot in his throat all fade away. 
“You want me to ask you to marry me?” He closes his eyes. “Because I’ve really been hoping since that day that I was just imagining the way you seemed reluctant.”
“No,” she draws her thumb along his bottom lip. “I was never reluctant about wanting to be with you. Honestly, I think about marrying you all the time. Even in ridiculous moments, I’ll look at you and think ‘This guy. This is the one.’ I’ve always wanted you. That was never the question.”
The happiness sweeping through Haechan dampens slightly as he realizes what she isn’t saying. While she wasn’t reluctant that day about Haechan’s thoughts on marriage, there was something she’d been hesitant about. 
Kids. Children. Babies.
One of the big things that Haechan wants in life: to be a parent.
“You don’t want kids.” Haechan says it, not as a question but as a statement.
She looks at him straight on. “I didn’t say that.”
“But you don’t, do you?” Haechan can hear his voice shake, and he hopes that she doesn’t notice.
She closes her eyes. “I know that it’s important to you. You like kids. You want to be a dad, to raise a kid in a loving household with a whole family, full of love.”
“You don’t?” Haechan can feel that lump, that nausea, that heavy weight in his chest again. 
Her eyes flash open. “I want you, Lee Donghyuck. Always. Everything else can wait.” She moves her hands from his face and chest, reaching for his hands to wrap them tightly, pressing his hands between her palms. 
Haechan shakes his head. “It can’t wait, though. I’m not saying it’s a deal breaker if you don’t want kids, because it’s not. I love you, and I –” He has to take a moment to compose himself, to take a deep breath and search for the right words before he starts again, saying, “I just think that what I want and what you want might not align on this particular thing. So, if kids aren’t something that you want, if you don’t want to be a parent, it would be better for me to know that now than in five, ten years when I’m still holding onto the hope of something that you’ve let go of a long time ago.”
He loves her. 
He wants to marry her.
If she doesn’t want kids, that’s not going to change the fact that he wants forever with her. He’s not going to force that on her. But he would like to know now so he can stop imagining sweet little babies with his chubby cheeks and her eyes.
“I don’t know!” Her voice breaks on a quiet cry. “I don’t know what I want, Haechan.”
And there are tears glistening in her eyelashes, capturing the firelight within the tiny globes. She squeezes his hands, and Haechan squeezes back.
“Talk to me,” he says, “Just talk to me.”
So she does.
He doesn’t know where it all comes from, but she presses her face to his chest, and she just starts talking. She talks and he listens, and it goes on for a while, maybe hours, but still he listens while the love of his life tells him her reasons for her uncertainty, while she tells him that it’s not the idea of being a parent that she finds offputting, but the idea of motherhood in the traditional sense – the sense of sharing your body with another life, which is both magical and terrifying to her; the complications and horrors she’s heard about pregnancy and birth; the way that sometimes it doesn’t feel right to her to bring a new life into this world when there is already so much fucked up shit happening in the world, so many children without families, families that can’t afford to take care of their children.
Haechan listens to it all, and he takes it all in. 
And he gets it.
He gets it as much as he feels like any man that hasn’t had to experience the traumas of being born a woman might understand the situation. He’s never had to think about things from the perspective that she presented him tonight. The Othering of her body through pregnancy and childbirth, the changes that she would have to deal with mentally and physically, all of the things that maybe wouldn’t directly affect him if she were to have children with him, but they might affect her for years or the rest of her life.
He gets it.
Haechan holds her as the fire dies, as her tears dry on his shirt, as the night grows deeper around them. 
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The clock is counting down to the end of their trip. Another day and another night have passed, and Haechan doesn’t want to go home. He doesn’t want this to end. He wants to spend forever in paradise. 
Because that is what this is. Paradise. 
It’s perfect here, just like he knew it would be.
Tonight, he just can’t sleep.
He lies awake in bed beside his girlfriend, tossing and turning while she sleeps peacefully. And he watches a clock on the bedside table count down the moments until the break of dawn. And when he can’t take it any longer he reaches over and shakes her shoulder.
“Hm?” She turns her head towards him, but he knows she’s not really awake, so he whispers her name, gently touching her shoulder again. This time her eyes flutter open, and she mumbles, “What?”
“Wake up.” Haechan keeps his voice soft. 
“No,” she whines, trying to hide her face back in her pillow. 
“Come on,” Haechan wheedles, “Just wake up for me, baby.��
Again, she whines, then asks, “What? Why?”
“I can’t sleep,” Haechan admits truthfully. “Why don’t we steal the rental car, drive to the beach, and catch the sunrise over the ocean?”
She sighs, and he can tell that she’s actually awake now. “Or we could just stay in bed and sleep until a decent hour.”
“You’re the one that told me you want to take a romantic trip with me,” Haechan says, “And when I try to be romantic, you just want to stay in bed.” She sighs into the pillow again, but it sounds like a more agreeable sigh than the first one, so Haechan tells her, “If we leave now, we can make it in time.”
“Fine.” She pushes herself up. “But it better be the best sunrise ever to make it worth getting up this early.”
Haechan agrees.
She disappears to the bathroom, and Haechan gets ready quickly, getting dressed and makes sure that he’s got everything he needs in his crossbody bag he’s been bringing almost everywhere with him on this trip – sunglasses, a mask, sunscreen, hand sanitizer, chapstick, extra hair ties for her. He stole the keys to the rental car from YangYang last night, and those are tucked safely in the bag too.
“Ready?” He asks, when she emerges from the bathroom.
She insists on changing out of her pajamas, so Haechan patiently waits on the edge of the bed, watching her put on a bikini (“If we’re going to the beach anyway, we might as well get in the water, right?”) and a hoodie (“I just feel like there might be a little bit of a chill, especially by the water.”) and a pair of leggings. He watches as she starts braiding her hair into two tight french braids, and his patience is growing thinner. 
Already, he swears that the sky is getting lighter outside.
Finally, she’s ready, and Haechan takes her hand and walks quickly out of their bedroom.
They’re halfway down the stairs when a shadow emerges from the bedroom on the ground floor. Renjun.
“Oh, what are you two doing up?” Renjun asks in a whisper, glancing back over his shoulder into his bedroom.
“Haechan wants to go watch the sunrise,” his girlfriend answers as she steps around Haechan where he’s stopped on the steps. “He woke me up because he couldn’t sleep.”
Renjun looks up at Haechan. “I can’t sleep either. Mind if I come too?”
Haechan would usually say no, that he wants this to just be him and his girlfriend for the romantic experience that he sold it to her as. But Haechan says yes.
The three of them sneak quietly into the main house, steal a few snacks and drinks for breakfast on-the-go, and then they’re out the front door, into the rental car, and driving away.
Renjun babbles in the backseat, and Haechan lets Renjun fill the silence. His girlfriend dozes off in the passenger seat with Haechan holding her hand as he navigates the dark roads to the beach half an hour away. Eventually, Haechan tunes Renjun out, and all he’s aware of is the feel of the steering wheel in his hand, his girlfriend’s hand in the other, and the sky growing lighter by gradual degrees.
They reach the beach half an hour later, and the sky is still a deep blue with just a slight edge of lighter color on the horizon. They haven’t missed it.
Together, the three of them take a brief hike from the lot where they leave the car, down through dirt paths. The sounds of insects and small creatures waking surround them, not to mention the rush of the ocean so nearby, the sound of which makes Haechan want to walk faster, but his girlfriend and Renjun are both treating this as a leisurely stroll through nature.
After about an eternal five minute long walk, the path opens up around them, and Haechan’s sandals fill with sand, a sea breeze and a large wave crashing against the shore spray them all with a fine mist of salt. 
Perfect.
The sky is just fading from deep blue to a burnt orange with a thin line of gold right above the distant dark horizon. 
“Damn, this is romantic,” Renjun says as they all walk a little closer to the edge of the sea. “Act like I’m not even here.”
Haechan is all too happy to let that happen. 
Beside him, she clings onto his hand, clutching at his arm and tucking herself in close to him. Her cheek rests against his shoulder, and Haechan is reminded very suddenly of the night he realized he was in love with her. A cool night before they ever started dating, as he walked her to the bus stop, as she clung to his arm, and he fell in love. 
Clouds drift slowly in the sky, and as the sun rises closer to the horizon, the colors begin to change, the deep orange and golden yellow turn red and pink, purple and sweet orange like the inside of a nectarine. The clouds are lined in gold and pearly pink. And the sea reflects those colors, cut through with the likes of the waves, the frothy crescents of gold as the top curve of the sun finally breaks above the sea. 
“This is worth it,” she whispers against Haechan’s shoulder. “Definitely worth waking up early for.”
He smiles and presses a kiss to the top of her head. 
And then finally there is the sun, spiking molten gold through the sky, rays arcing between the clouds, mixing the colors into brighter and better shades. It’s only a matter of minutes before the beauty of the sunrise will fade into just a pretty blue morning. 
Haechan’s heart catches in his throat. 
Behind them, Renjun speaks, and really for a few moments, Haechan had forgotten their best friend was there too. Renjun says, “This is insanely pretty. I should take a picture.”
“Oh,” she says softly beside him, and he feels her untangling herself from his arm, drawing away. “I want a picture too.”
She steps away, pulling her phone from her hoodie pocket, aiming it out at the sea, and Haechan watches the light of the sunrise on her face — all pinks and golds and oranges. 
Haechan reaches into his crossbody bag, and he glances back at Renjun, his phone aimed towards the sea and the glamorous sunrise. 
And Haechan does something he’s been thinking about for a long time. 
He says his girlfriend’s name as he feels his heart pounding like it’s about to race right out of his chest and into the sea, like it’s on fire and needs the sea to put it out, as Haechan sinks down on one knee and pulls out the tiny ring box he’d stowed in the bag earlier that morning while she was in the bathroom, the one he’s been hiding in his suitcase all week, the one that he bought the day after they moved in together, first thing the next morning after he asked her dad for his blessing in the living room of their new apartment while she was in the next room. 
Haechan sinks into the sand on one knee, and he holds up the ring box, the ring inside of it glimmering in  the sunrise as his perfect, beautiful, angel of a girlfriend turns at the sound of her name. 
For a moment, she looks confused, and then it registers. 
His pose. The ring. The look in his eyes and the hopeful smile on his face. 
And Haechan speaks, though he has to force the words out around his heart in his throat. 
“I used to think that loving someone as much as I love you was impossible. But every day I love you more than the day before. I love you, and I want to spend forever loving you, my angel. Will you marry me?”
Haechan expects an answer. Either a yes or a no. It’s not too much to expect right? A verbal confirmation or denial to the marriage he’s just proposed to his girlfriend, the love of his life.
Slowly, her hands come up to cover her mouth, the sunrise haloes her with gold, and she looks more like an angel now than ever before, and Haechan thinks he might pass out if she keeps him waiting any longer.
He opens his mouth, saying just, “If you d—”
It’s lucky the ground is such soft sand because she tackles him into it, and it’s just pure luck that Haechan’s fingers close on the box, snapping the lid of it shut so when it slips out of his hand, he doesn’t lose the ring in the sand. Not that he’s truly thinking about that in the moment. He’s far too preoccupied with the armful of his girlfriend as she kisses him, as she murmurs “yes yes yes” between kisses, her hands in his hair, grains of salt and sand and strands of hair between their lips, and Haechan doesn’t care about anything else more than the heat of her against him, and her promises of “yes, I’ll marry you” repeated again and again. 
Eventually, after a long, long time, they remember Renjun. 
He’s not standing anywhere near them, but has drifted down along the beach, minding his own business and ignoring the happy, entangled couple in the sand. The sun has risen high enough now that it’s fully cleared the horizon, and the magic of the sunrise feels like it’s settled into their bones instead. 
Haechan doesn’t want to let go of her, doesn’t want to get up. 
He feels light and good. Gone is the anxious weight he’s kept buried all week, the one that resurfaced the other night when their friends mentioned engagements while he had an engagement ring hidden in his bedroom fifty feet away, the feeling that had been plaguing him all night, the countdown towards this moment right here. 
It wasn’t an impromptu sunrise beach trip. He’d planned it ahead with Renjun, the only one of their friends on this trip he’d entrusted with this. That’s why Renjun had set an alarm to be awake early, to come along with them, to act as a photographer or videographer to this moment. 
God, he’s so grateful he did it. Even more grateful that she said yes. 
“You know, the other night, I panicked a bit when I thought you were going to tell me you didn’t ever want to get married.” Haechan admits when they sit up, though he’s still holding her in his lap. “I was panicking about what to do with the ring if you didn’t want it.”
She places a hand on his cheek and draws him in for another kiss. A brief one because she then pauses, frozen as she asks, “Where is the ring?”
Haechan searches the sand around them, and quickly, he locates the smooth shine of it among the sand as Renjun drifts back towards them. 
“So you’re saying yes, right?” Haechan checks with her as he frees the ring from its soft little cushion. “You’ll marry me?”
“Yes,” she repeats, and he can hear emotion bubbling in her voice. A glimmer in her eye shows that tears may be building as well. “Yes, I’m saying yes, I’ll marry you.”
Haechan kisses her as he slides the ring onto her finger. 
“I love you,” he promises her, “Always. I’ll be always yours.”
THE END.
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a/n: The end!! This has been a long, long work in progress, and the fact that it's finally over is gonna be hard on all of us, I'm sure. I've had a lot of fun with writing this fic, even if there were some scenes that I had initially planned on that never made it into the final cut. This fic has truly been a Haechan love story, about a boy falling in love with the girl that's been there in front of him this whole time. I've been thinking of this fic all along, since the pretty early stages of it, as "She fell first, but he fell harder," because once Haechan realizes his feelings, it's over for him; she's it for him, and he knows that very early on in their relationship. But he's had plans for a long time regarding his future with her, and he has almost always been in her dream plans for her future. So they get a happy ending! A happily ever after!!
Like I already said, I had a lot of fun writing this, posting this, and hearing from all of you wonderful readers! Thank you so much for reading and coming along on this slowburn of a journey with me, Haechan, and Y/N!
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can you do johnny texts where he asks his best friend to pretend to be his girlfriend, but after some situation he ends up confessing to her? please please?
Johnny texts 。⋆୨୧˚
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content: fluff <333 and one mention of haechan lmaoo
a/n: sorry if this took a lot, I have been quite sick but thanks for requesting!! remember requests are open thanks!!
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joongernaut · 1 year
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hands to yourself
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⇢ pairing(s): johnny suh x reader
⇢ genres: SMUT, established relationship, porn w/o plot basically
⇢ warnings: brief alcohol consumption (reader is not drunk though, everything in this is consensual!), d/s themes, public sex-ish (they don't get caught), vague humiliation kink, some crying, vague brat taming, light degradation, physical restraint, vaginal fingering, oral sex, mouth/throat fucking, dry humping, cumshot
⇢ word count: 3690
⇢ author's note: omg it's been a while since i've wrote for johnny, my beloved. i've actually been sitting on this until i had enough time to re-read and edit and finally wrote out the ending and i like how it came out!🫰🏾 (the way it was supposed to be less than 3k words but whatever moving on-) btw the title is based off the song "hands to yourself" by kyle dion!
The sight in front of you could be described in many ways. But your personal favorite collection of words (you thought it up as you watched your boyfriend get dressed) would have to be ‘temptation on legs’.
You were meeting up with a couple of friends at a casual bar and dance club for the evening and to say that Johnny looked as good as sin would be an absolute understatement.
He always looked good. Johnny was a very handsome man after all, and kept himself properly groomed. But seeing him right now, dressed down in a simple black t-shirt and dark blue jeans with his hair slicked back and his face bare of any makeup, you really couldn't help but marvel at how he could make such a simple style look so put-together and sexy.
Of course, your staring didn't go unnoticed.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Johnny questioned, peeking at you from the corner of his eye as he adjusted and tightened the belt around his waist.
He could feel the heat of your gaze on him as he moved around his bedroom to make sure he was ready for tonight. And when he turned his head towards you as you sat atop your shared bed, there you were with a smirk on your face as you blatantly checked him out.
“Like what?” You asked, one leg crossing over the other as you tilted your head to the side innocently. The movement was minuscule, your dress already being on the shorter side so it couldn't have gone up much more, but Johnny’s eyes flickered down at the exposed skin nonetheless before meeting your stare again.
The smirk on your face only widened.
“Like you’re plotting on me.” Johnny replied with a chuckle, turning his attention away from you (much to your dismay) so he could slip his shoes on.
You hummed in response, your lips forming a pout as you looked up towards the ceiling in thought. “And If I said I was…?” Your leg bounced a bit, your eyes looking back down to roam the expanse of Johnny’s broad back and shoulders as he knelt down to tie his shoe laces.
It’s a sight you're used to seeing in a far more intimate state and your thoughts began to wander a bit.
Only a few hours ago, you were clutching onto those same shoulders to keep yourself grounded as Johnny’s lips grazed the most sensitive parts of your body. Your nails dug into the skin of his back as he held you close to his bare chest, almost gently. It was a major contrast from the way his hips met your own, pistoning in and out of your clenching hole to get you to your peak as fast as he could.
Needless to say, it was probably one of your quickest ‘quickie-before-we-leave-the-house’ to date.
“C’mon, I already know what you’re thinking and no,” Johnny spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts and you finally noticed his presence standing by the bed now, “We gotta go. You can wait until we get back.” He added, cupping the side of your face as his thumb brushed along the apple of your cheek softly.
You narrowed your eyes at him with a pout, hating how he could tell exactly what you were thinking, and he scoffed at the expression before leaning down to kiss it off of your face. “Behave.”
You definitely did not heed Johnny’s warning (not that you took it seriously to begin with) but it was all a part of your plan.
It first started when you had both got into the car.
Johnny was more than okay with being the designated driver between you two for the night so he got into the driver’s seat and made his way to the location of the bar that Mark had sent through text. Only a 13 minute drive, less if there wasn't any traffic or road construction to prolong it.
The first couple of minutes of the car ride went by with the sound of music filling the space as Johnny gave you full reign of the aux cord. Usually you would take this privilege very seriously and curate a particular vibe with your song selections but, with something else in mind, you decided to go with the first random playlist you saw.
Johnny thought nothing of the groovy, sensual song playing at the moment as he hummed along to it. He didn't mind the way your hand had gingerly placed itself on his knee as he steered the wheel. He didn't even budge when you gave the area a small squeeze, an action he would do in your place as well with no sexual undertone to it.
Except your intentions rang clear once your hand slowly traveled upward from Johnny's knee to the inside of his thigh before settling between his legs.
Johnny shot you an almost incredulous look before averting his eyes back to the road quickly. “Didn't I tell you to behave?” He questioned as he adjusted his hold on the wheel. His grip seemed to tighten as he felt your fingertips lightly graze the crotch of his jeans, playing with the zipper idly.
“Yeah, you did but…” You trailed off as you attempted to tug the zipper down, feeling the slight strain of Johnny’s dick against the fabric of his jeans as he started to get a little hard. “Technically, I never agreed to anything.” You watched as his jaw slightly slackened then clenched a second later as you started to drag the zipper down.
You could tell from the action that he was conflicted, thinking about whether to let you continue or not and you almost thought you had won when Johnny allowed you to bring his zipper all the way down.
Before you could make it to the button of his jeans to undo it, however, you were stopped from going any further as he wrapped a hand around your wrist gently and placed it over your lap. “You’re insatiable,” Johnny huffed out with a shake of his head, fixing his pants with one hand before averting his attention back to the road, “Patience, Y/N. Or else.”
You let out a huff of your own before turning your attention back to your phone, swallowing down the taste of defeat yet again.
That had technically been your second warning.
You relented your advances in the car (not without a bratty remark here and there that only amused Johnny further) and made it to the bar without any other incident. You were ‘good’ for the remainder of the drive there.
Now inside of the club was a different story.
Finding Mark was rather easy despite his horrible directions and clear lack of knowledge of the layout of the club, quickly being spotted at the end of the bar on the other side of the room with the rest of the guys. Already having a few shots waiting for you two to arrive you decided to catch up with a couple of your own before attaching yourself to Johnny’s arm.
“I wanna dance.” You said into his ear over the booming music after 30 minutes or so of conversation. Some of the other guys had the same idea as they started to disperse into the crowd with plans of meeting back up within the hour.
“Lead the way, baby.” Johnny said as he looked down at you with a smile, allowing you to tug him by the bicep to the dance floor where the real fun would start.
As soon as you got within the mix of people crowding the dance floor, you turned until your back was pressed flush against Johnny’s chest as he placed his hands gingerly onto your hips.
Nothing out of the ordinary, plenty of the other club-goers were dancing in similar positions and moving along to the music all seemingly in their own little worlds.
It wasn't lost on Johnny that you would be more bold with your touchiness, taking into consideration the nature of your dancing. So, when your arms came up behind you so you could place your hands on the back of his neck as you pressed your ass against him firmly, he simply tightened his hold on your hips and began to sway with your movements.
You circled your hips, he followed. You bent over slightly with an arch in your back, he followed. You ground against him, he ground back. At this point, you were only riling yourself up more the longer you two danced and teased each other. But at least you weren't the only one affected by it.
“Keep it up, baby,” Johnny whispered, his voice going down an octave as he breathed into your ear huskily, “And I promise we won’t make it home.”
A shiver went down your spine at the implication of his words. And then you realized, with satisfaction, that you had him right where you wanted him.
You detached your hands from the back of Johnny’s neck before going to his hands that were still situated on your hips, grasping them as you guided his touch from your sides to the front of your skirt.
Almost in slow motion, you moved his hands down until they reached the bottom of the material where the skirt stopped and your supple thighs began. You crooked your neck back and to the side to get a good look at your boyfriend, meeting his intense stare as you shot him a lazy smirk. “Promise?” You purred, leading his hands between your legs while causing the skirt to inch higher up the closer he got to your center.
Johnny’s eyes flickered around the two of you. This section of the dance floor, much like the rest of the club, had been rather dark despite the dim strobe lights overhead. You were pretty much surrounded by people but they were still unaware of your existence or at least didn't care enough to pay attention to what you were doing.
Yet the mere thought of you so willing and ready to nearly expose yourself, the possibility of people nearby catching you just so Johnny would touch you and feel just how needy you were, made him seethe in anger while simultaneously stirring his cock awake.
It only took a matter of seconds for Johnny to free his hands from you, turning you around to face him with a familiar glint in his eye. “We’re leaving.” He said plainly, the underlying tone in his voice leaving no room for discussion or argument.
That didn't mean you wouldn't retort back, though.
“But we literally just got here,” You pointed out, trying to bite back a smile as Johnny’s eyes narrowed down at you dangerously. “Oh, what? You can't wait?” You taunted him further, knowingly provoking him to react the way you wanted him to.
“Do you really wanna do that? Because I can tell you right now that as soon as we step out of this club, you're gonna get it.” Johnny said, taking a step closer to stare down at you and the action made you a bit nervous as he now towered over you. It reminded you of how easy it was for him to slip into that intimidating role and you couldn't help but feel turned on by it.
“Then let's go.”
Safe to say, no more warnings were going to be given to you. Johnny made it clear that you were to behave yourself and you would get what you wanted, exactly how you wanted it when you got home at the end of the night.
But you didn't listen. And now you were being punished.
The muscles in your arms started to burn the longer Johnny held them above your head with one of his hands, a tight grip around both of your wrists pressing them into the brick wall of the alleyway outside of the club’s back exit. People rarely used it in favor of the front exit or the one at the side and, thankfully, no security was out and about since they were needed more at the entrance and inside of the actual club.
Johnny’s other hand had been between your legs, two fingers deep inside of your pussy at a complete standstill as his thumb idly played with your clit. Every pass over the sensitive bud made you clench around him and squirm, straining against the hold he had on you. It had been well over 20 minutes by now that he had you in this position and you didn't know what ached more, your arms or your core.
“John-Johnny, please–” You tried to speak, only to earn a harsh press against your clit as he cruelly curled his fingers. Johnny found your sweet spot with ease and you gasped at the amount of pressure he applied to it as his thumb began to move over your clit at a quick pace. “Johnny, please what?” He said mockingly, leaning into your face to brush his lips against yours but not enough to kiss you. You whined when he pulled away, chuckling darkly as his fingers started to pump into you unexpectedly fast.
You couldn't help the involuntary movement of your hips as you attempted to fuck yourself on his fingers despite feeling like you wanted to move away with how on edge and overstimulated you were. You could feel the coil in your stomach tightening fast from being edged so slowly up until this point. As your orgasm approached closer, you started to babble incoherently.
“You’re gonna make me cum, you’re gonna make me cum! Please, please– fuck!” You nearly screamed out loud when Johnny abruptly took his fingers out of you leaving you empty and your hole clenching around nothing. Your body shook at being edged so close to release once again, the feeling of your orgasm starting to fizzle out enough to make your eyes tear up.
“You didn't listen to me. Why should I listen to you?” Johnny questioned with a quirk of his eyebrow. Your chest heaved slightly as you attempted to slow your breathing, inhaling shakily as Johnny’s fingers slid through your soaked folds with a featherlight touch. It simply wasn't enough.
“M’sorry, okay? Sorry! P-please, I’ll do a-anything!” You pleaded, a few tears slipping from the corners of your eyes. Johnny cooed at this as he wiped away the thin, wet streaks off your cheeks with his thumbs before wiping the saltiness on his tongue. “Anything?” Johnny hummed, looking down at you in mild curiosity.
Without thinking, and much to Johnny’s surprise, you started to lower yourself as much as you could with his hold still locked around your wrists. Your back slid against layers of the brick wall until you were crouched down at an angle that would surely leave your knees feeling some type of way tomorrow.
“Y/N, you really don't have to–”
“I want to. I want it. Please.”
And despite his hesitance at first, paired with the reminder that you hadn't really drank enough to get drunk and were at most a little bit tipsy, Johnny was quick to cave in.
He went to let go of both of your wrists briefly so he could undo his pants until you reached out to stop him. “Can we… stay in the position we were in before?” You mumbled softly, face warming up as he stared down at you. “Ah,” Johnny mused out as he carefully looked over your face before a smirk pulled at the corner of his mouth, “You want me to use your mouth, baby? I can do that.”
You let out a small whimper at his words and he re-pinned your wrists with one hand this time as his other started to undo the button of his jeans and unzip them. Johnny pushed them down along with his boxers enough to free his dick from its confines, the articles of clothing bunching up around his taut upper thighs and cupping his balls.
Your thighs squeezed together as your eyes flickered from the sight in front of you up to Johnny as he used his free hand to stroke himself a few times. “Tap me if you need to breathe or need me to stop.” He grunted, bringing his leaking tip to your lips as he lightly smacked your bottom lip with it to get your mouth to open up.
Immediately, your jaw slackened as your tongue lolled out and Johnny wasted no time in sliding himself in. With the slight force of his thrust, the back of your head was now pressed against the brick wall rendering you nearly immobile as Johnny began to fuck your mouth earnestly. “You always get what you want in the end, huh? Little brat.” He laughed breathlessly then groaned out when you moaned around him, sending vibrations through his cock.
Every part of your body felt tense and like it was on fire. From your arms being held up for so long and the crouched position you were in to the stretch of your mouth from the girth of Johnny being stuffed inside of your mouth, your body felt as if it were being pushed to its limit (even though that wasn't entirely the case).
But it felt so good. The deeper he lodged himself, almost hitting the back of your throat and making you gag slightly, the fuzzier your head got. You tried to widen your mouth a bit to fit more of Johnny inside as you mindlessly started to lick the underside of his cock. The shaky breath he let out only fueled you further and you started to bob your head along with his thrusts despite the gagging.
“Fuck, that’s good. You’re doing so good for me.” Johnny praised earning another moan from you, muffled by his ministrations. You wanted to rub your thighs together to alleviate some of the aching between your legs but with the position you were in it was almost impossible to do it by yourself.
Johnny seemed to notice your predicament, feeling your whimpers around him as your thighs shifted to get any angle that would help. He moved his leg forward until it was lodged between your thighs, up under your slightly raised skirt, and pressed right up against your core making you jolt.
“I shouldn't even be doing this since this should be a punishment,” Johnny huffed, the feeling of your panties damp under your skirt against his leg and more than likely sticking to your lower lips making his cock twitch, “But if you’re gonna get off, this is the only way I’ll allow you to do it.”
A surge of heat ran throughout your entire body, a twinge of embarrassment at essentially being told to grind against the man’s leg like some kind of dog in heat. But more than anything, you felt increasingly turned on by the degrading treatment. It was something you would store in the back of your mind to talk to Johnny about later.
As for right now, you adjusted yourself to get a good angle for your clit to get the right amount of friction before moving your hips forward at an unsteady yet decent pace. Johnny started to thrust into your mouth again at the same time as you began to hump his leg with more vigor.
“That’s it, baby, make yourself feel good.” Johnny moaned lowly, the sight below him only bringing him closer to his release as his thrusts became sloppier. Your jaw was a little more than aching now but you wanted to power through it, bobbing your head again while the movement of your hips grew faster.
“Almost there. God, fuck, your mouth… I’m close,” Johnny’s grip around your wrists tightened as a particularly hard thrust made you gag, constricting your throat around him briefly. It was enough to send him over the edge though as he pulled out of your mouth quickly before jerking himself off, only a few tugs of his cock being needed before white ropes covered the lower half of your face and chin.
You shuddered as your own orgasm ripped through you, thighs clamping around Johnny’s leg to ride the rest of your high out for a few seconds until you were sure you’d go into the painful side of overstimulation.
You would have slumped forward onto your knees from the overexertion of your muscles if it weren't for Johnny standing in front of you. He had let go of your wrists finally, rubbing them gently as he helped you up from your position against the wall on wobbly legs. “You alright?” He questioned as he watched you stretch your arms and legs, cracking a few bones, before nodding with a lop-sided smile.
Johnny smiled back lovingly, cupping your cheeks as he looked into your eyes and then scanned over your face taking in the mess he had made. His finger ran through and wiped the remnants of his cum off of your skin, collecting it all before pressing the digit to your lips. You opened your mouth to allow him to press it down onto your tongue before sucking it clean and as you were about to swallow, he pressed his lips against yours and snaked his tongue inside for a messy kiss.
“We’re still going home, right?” You asked with a wiggle of your eyebrow once he detached from your lips, earning a sigh from the man as he adjusted his pants and fixed himself. “Yes, we’re still going home, I’ll text Mark and let him know,” Johnny said as his arm wrapped around your waist, preparing mentally for the complaints that he’d get once the message would be sent. “I need to invest in some handcuffs for you, I swear. These hands get you in trouble more often than not.”
A wide grin spread across your face as you leaned into Johnny’s side, leading the two of you down and out of the alleyway. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
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sebongica · 6 months
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sebongica's reading recommendations 💌 (nct edition)
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this post contains all of the nct fics i've read since forever. don't forget to like and reblog the fics below to show some love and appreciation for the writers <3
💋 - smut ☁️ - fluff 🧃 - angst 🎧 - absolute fav
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dress - primehyuck 💋☁️ (mk)
sunday kind of love - smileysuh ☁️💋 (mk)
claim - smileysuh 💋☁️ (jns)
the v week spy - smileysuh 💋🎧 (jh)
surviving no nut november - domjaehyun 💋🎧 (mk & hc)
when cupids fall - cherryeoniis ☁️ (hc)
one, two, three - cherryeoniis ☁️ (hc)
what's mine is yours - smileyerim ☁️ (mk)
touch me softly - mrkis 💋 (mk)
kiss u right now - domjaehyun 💋☁️ (mk)
quarantine chronicles 2 - domjaehyun 💋☁️🎧 (jns, jh, jw, jm, mk)
play with me - domjaehyun 💋☁️🎧 (mk)
just like magic - starryhyuck 💋🧃🎧 (jh)
sweet nothings - raibebe ☁️🎧 ('00 line)
good girls - starryhyuck 💋🧃🎧 (hc)
falling star - starryhyuck 🧃☁️💋 (hc)
mixtape moans - starryhyuck 💋☁️🎧 (mk)
a sweet bet - 4dtk 💋 (jh)
before i go - yutaholic 🧃☁️💋🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧🎧 (dy)
off the record - tyonfs 💋 (jns)
just us - starryhyuck 💋☁️ (jh)
untitled fav - moonlit-jeno 💋🎧 (hc, jnl, jm)
make a wish 現実に変えていく - sluttyten ☁️💋🧃 (jns)
in front of you - sluttyten 💋 (jh)
hitched - domjaehyun 💋☁️ (jw)
stars & destruction - angelicmark 💋 (mk)
rainy day - moonlit-jeno 💋🎧 ('00 line + mk)
valentine - moonlit-jeno 💋🎧 (jh, jns, jw, dy)
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rich purity - jenonctcity 💋☁️ (jnl) (part of the virgin diaries series)
quarantine chronicles 2 - domjaehyun 💋☁️🎧 (jns, jh, jw, jm, mk)
sweet nothings - raibebe ☁️🎧 ('00 line)
cat & mouse - tyonfs ☁️💋🎧 (jm)
love potion - sichengtual ☁️
my first and last - neopuppy 💋☁️🧃🎧 (jnl) [!!!cw!!!]
untitled fav - moonlit-jeno 💋🎧 (hc, jnl, jm)
friends - moonlit-jeno 💋
lucky strike - nctsworld ☁️
10 things i know about you - asthmark ☁️ (jnl)
rainy day - moonlit-jeno 💋🎧 ('00 line + mk)
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idyllicallycharming · 5 months
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Do not translate, copy, or use in any other way. More links to be added.
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My works contains profanities and more foul language. All contains smut, angst, suggestive themes and violence. minors, do not interact.
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be careful what you wish for - jeno x fem!reader
olchlt - na jaemin x fem!reader
all night - na jaemin x fem!reader
want u back - lee donghyeok x fem!reader
player - jung sungchan x fem!reader
just another crush - jeno x fem!reader
on my knees - kim doyoung x fem!reader
that's just my love - jeong jaehyun x fem!reader
certain - jeong jaehyun x fem!reader
wwsdyts? - jeong jaehyun x fem!reader
chained - jeong jaehyun x fem!reader
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chan's room - bang chan x fem!reader
sleep over - hwang hyunjin x fem!reader
after hours - hwang hyunjin x fem!reader
addicted - hwang hyunjin x fem!reader
back to you - lee minho x fem!reader
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All rights reserved. Idyllicallycharming.
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3raaaachachacha · 1 year
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Lee Mark x female reader / 443 words / fluff / suggestive
Warnings: mentions of nudity, making out, oral female receiving, mentions of alcohol
Disclaimer: contains 18+ content; minors do not interact
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Mark and you weren’t one to let things get this heated since everything was still quite new for you, yet today, after a few drinks, time seemed to cave in and suddenly, his body was very close to yours. His breath was like an intoxicating drug on your neck that sent shivers down your spine. His body was so close to yours, yet not close enough as his hands caressed your sides before spinning you around and pushing you against the wall. One of his hands was placed firmly on your waist and the other was holding him up against the wall. His eyes glistened with neediness as his Adam’s apple moved while gulping.
You felt intoxicated by his scent like you couldn’t breathe as you searched for his eyes. Once serious now a smirk, plastered across his face as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip.
“You have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now,” He whispered in your ear as the hand on your waist squeezed slightly.
Mark pulled you to the bed as he carefully slid your dress straps down your arms so that he could have more access to your skin. You shivered at the sensation of his hands traveling down your spine to unclasp your bra. He slid it off with ease and for the first time, you are left exposed and vulnerable in front of him.
“You’re okay with this right?” He asked with a hint of concern once he noticed your change of demeanor.
You hummed while gazing up at him, “Yes, I'm okay, this is okay,” You spoke softly, feeling your cheeks heat up from the alcohol flowing through your veins.
Mark couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at your cute state before he dipped his head down to kiss the curve of your breasts. You moaned out in content as his tongue flicked over your sensitive nipple. Your eyes shutting automatically at the feeling of his tongue working its magic.
It definitely felt weird, but a good kind of weird. You were usually reserved and shy, but Mark made you feel like you could be yourself without having to change. You moved your hand to grip his blonde locks once you felt him sucking harshly on your flesh in several parts of your chest.
“You look like a work of art baby,” He chuckled against your skin as you couldn’t help but giggle softly from his comment, shying away from his eyes. Mark took a hold of your hands as he placed himself on top of you, "Relax for me baby, just let me do all the work tonight."
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- Admin 🌶️
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svhnflwr · 2 years
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%! silent touches — k-i-s-s-i-n-g event
× johnny suh: tender kisses on lover's chest
INCLUDES! fluff, established relationship, slice of life, loving intimate touches
NOTES! i need to stop procrastinating this event bc I lost the links to the prompt lists TWICE
WC! 468
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You knocked softly on the door before making your way inside as a form to let Johnny know that you were coming inside. He let out a hum as you entered your shared bedroom, you noticed the lights were dimmed as he laid on his back in the middle of the bed, scrolling away on his phone. The blue light that emitted from his phone lit up his face with a soft hue. 
You quietly closed the door behind you and approached his figure on the bed. Wiggling yourself on top of him, between his torso and phone. Once cuddled in a comfortable position, you buried your face against his chest and sighed at the warmth and comfort it brought you. 
Johnny turned around so the both of you lay on your sides against the bed, allowing his hand on top to drop to your head and slowly stroking it. You simply melted with his gentle touch and shifted your head to lean on his shoulder instead. Your fingers started to trace circles along the span of his chest. Your touches were feather-light as they tickled his bare skin right at the collarbones and then back through the thin shirt he wore along his chest. The soft scratchy feeling to your nails was soothing, goosebumps slowly formed from his neck through the rest of his body. 
No words were needed to portray how lovingly intimate the moment was.
It was a simple moment where the both of you enjoyed each other’s presence in silence. Nothing more nothing less. It was a safe and secure feeling that you loved hanging onto on quiet nights such as that evening. 
You shifted back on top of him, hearing a soft huff at the change in positions and impact as you buried your face back into his chest. You inhaled his scent and loved how he always smelled like soap. Not a smell that was too strong but noticeable enough that made your heart flutter a little every single time.
You started to place gentle kisses across his chest, stalling a few seconds between each peck. Johnny giggled at the new ticklish sensation. You eventually stopped moving around and stopped right where his heart would be located. Your face was close enough that you could feel his heartbeat pulsate, taking note of how it sped up a little when you finally laid a firm kiss against that part of his chest. 
Johnny’s hand stroked your head once again, now his turn to leave lingering kisses at the crown of your head and trailed them down your face as you moved up towards him. He finally puckers his lips, wordlessly asking for a kiss. You quickly complied and your lips danced with his in sync.
You guess that sometimes love didn’t need words.
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jaehvip · 1 year
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ㅤㅤㅤ— More Than a Woman ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤ◖ jaehyun!maridinho X leitora!gravidinhaㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⚠︎ av: > sfw < fluff !
ㅤㅤhistória ainda não revisada!
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A noite chegara rapidamente naquele dia. O céu escuro e limpo, atulhado de pintinhas brancas e lustrosas ao mesmo tempo que uma brisa aconchegante acariciava sua pele.
Você estava sentada no encosto da mesa com os pés descalços situados na cerâmica fria, bebericando aos poucos um bom suco natural de frutas vermelhas. Seu corpo estava coberto por um longo vestido de seda, com uma aparente protuberância na barriga de sete meses, onde pousava a mão.
Horas antes, quando estavam celebrando o aniversário de seu marido, Jaehyun, com seus amigos em um apetitoso almoço, ele disse a você que prepararia um jantar especial, afinal também era dia dos namorados. Embora você nunca o tivesse visto cozinhar sozinho e estivesse preocupada com possíveis queimaduras ou ferimentos, ele estava indo bem. Sem manuais, sem vídeos ou livros, ele estava preparando a comida à primeira vista sofisticada passo a passo.
Empunhou em seu rosto um olhar luminoso e suas bochechas tornaram-se lustrosas à medida que observava apaixonadamente seu marido preparando o jantar.
Uma música ainda desconhecida ecoa pela sala, invadindo seus tímpanos em uma tonalidade coerente. Você virou-se para o lado, tentando captar melhor a melodia e percebeu que More Than A Woman tocava, na qual era uma de suas canções favoritas.
Virando-se para a frente, com a objetivo de voltar a ver seu marido, assustou-se ao vê-lo à sua frente e em seguida fazer a seguinte proposta:
— Sra. Jeong, você me concederia uma dança? — Com voz harmoniosa, seu marido te chama com um sorriso voluptuoso no rosto, ressaltando o sobrenome. A mão dele estendida à sua frente, aguardando uma ação sua.
Você sorri, envergonhada, e segura a mão do homem. Ele te levanta do assento e te envolve harmoniosamente; uma das mãos dele levanta a sua enquanto a outra pousa em suas costas, prendendo você a ele, e sua mão livre se aconchega no ombro do homem.
Vocês sucediam uma sequência de movimentos sem brusquidão devido a sua barriga, o que impedia a prática da maioria desses processos.
— Você é tão linda... — manifestou-se, arrancando-lhe uma gargalhada — Não, meu amor, é sério. Você é absurdamente linda.
A voz tornou-se séria e acrescentou:
— Especialmente agora que você está carregando nossa menina, nosso lindo bebê — diz ele melodiosamente, colocando a mão macia na barriga, acariciando sem hesitação — Eu não poderia estar mais feliz, meu amor. Vocês sempre serão o motivo da minha felicidade.
O olhou com amabilidade ao acatar palavras tão gentis quanto as vindas do homem de sua vida, seu marido e agora papai de sua filhinha.
Jaehyun não era uma pessoa boa em expressar seus sentimentos. Era sempre através de presentinhos e simples ações que fazia no cotidiano, mas sempre quando ele evidenciava, era de tirar o fôlego e sentir suas bochechas proeminentes de tanto sorrir.
Ele é a razão de você agraciar a vida com mais fascínio, de sentir-se segura e completa, de perder a noção do tempo quando está com ele e mesmo que ele não estivesse contigo, você ainda pensaria nele. A cada vez que o via era como se estivesse se apaixonando ainda mais.
— Eu sei que daqui a mil anos, eu me apaixonaria por você de novo porque você, independente do tempo, sempre será o amor da minha vida, a mulher que eu sonhei ser minha esposa e mãe dos meus filhos — seus olhos brilharam ao anunciar — Se eu te perdesse, tenho certeza que morreria.
Quando vocês cessaram os movimentos, você sentiu algumas lágrimas desertarem de seus olhos e você agarrou o pescoço dele com os braços e o abraçou com força.
"Você é mais que uma mulher para mim". Acompanhando a sintonia da letra, as palavras foram sussurradas rente ao seu ouvido com uma voz aveludada, à medida que ainda retribuía o aperto com as mãos depositadas em sua costa.
Vocês desfazem o aperto e, sem demora, ele leva as mãos para enxugar as suas lágrimas. Você sorri e pega as mãos do seu homem, assegurando-as, antes de falar:
— Jaehyun, você sabe que é o homem da minha vida, né? — os olhos graciosos, cheios de radiância interior, olham para você, jovialmente aprovando — Se você não existisse minha vida, ela não seria completa da forma que é atualmente, não existiria tamanha admiração acumulada por um único homem. — sua voz era rica em emoção enquanto erguia o seu polegar até a covinha destacada — Eu te amo muito, Jae! Muito, muito, muito. Obrigada por existir e me fazer feliz a cada momento dessa minha vida... E obrigada também por me trazer essa coisinha aqui.
Apontou para a saliência, que o fez ajoelhar-se devagar à sua frente e abraçar a sua barriguinha, ou melhor, a sua menininha.
— Oh, minha bebezinha, papai 'tá morrendo de ansiedade para ver seu rostinho… — pronuncia numa tonalidade carinhosa, encostando a bochecha na protuberância com os olhos fechados — Será que você puxou ao papai, hein? Espero que você tenha puxado a beleza da mamãe, mesmo que isso me dê um trabalhão com os meninos no futuro.
Usufruísse aquele momento com benevolência, acariciando as mechas macias e naturais do marido enquanto ele conversava com a bebê.
— Papai te ama tanto, tanto, mais tanto, bebezinha... O quê? Papai não ouviu — ele visa curioso para a barriga com os olhos esbugalhados e coloca a orelha na protuberância, na intenção de "ouví-la" — Você também ama o papai? Ah, isso é tão bom! Só não diga isso à mamãe ou ela vai ficar com ciúmes, tudo bem?
Você dá um tapinha no ombro dele, fazendo com que ele crave uma falsa careta de dor e o vê silibar: "Isso doeu!".
— Não disse que ela teria ciúmes? Sim, sim, a mamãe é muito ciumenta, mas tudo bem se a sua primeira palavra for papai, não se preocupe!
— Claro que a primeira palavra dela vai ser mamãe, né, bebê? — você entra na brincadeira, de forma ingênua questionando a bebezinha e, para sua surpresa, sentiu um chute na aresta da barriga — Oh, você está vendo, papai?
Com um sorriso radiante no rosto, olha para Jaehyun, onde viu seu semblante desmanchar e instantaneamente ficar borocoxô.
— Amor, não se anima, ela nem nasceu ainda. — fala com um tom de melancolia. Seus olhos estreitos e um biquinho formado, cruzando os braços. — Você não quer me ver triste, bebezinha? Claro que não, né? — pergunta, olhando de lado e a barriguinha outra vez é chutada — Tá vendo, 'mamãe?
— É claro que ela chutou, 'tá inquieta agora! — evidencia. Antes que ele pudesse falar mais alguma coisa, você acrescenta: — Certo, amor. É muito bonitinho, mas isso dói! Venha! — Exigiu, insinuando-o a se levantar, vendo ele ainda selar a barriga.
Você ficou estática a partir do momento que percebe uma anormalidade, sentindo um odor estranho invadir o ambiente. A princípio, você inala profundamente, tentando desvendar, até que, em agonia, você comunicou:
— Querido, a comida está queimando!
— Meu Deus, o meu molho!
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— ⌨︎ n/a: oi, bês! tudo bem? esse enredo é baseado num cenário que imaginei durante um surto e resolvi escrevê-lo :] além disso, a história deveria ter sido postada no dia do aniversário dele, mas infelizmente não consegui terminar a tempo. eu não costumo a ter confiança na minha escrita, porém nessa eu amei desenvolvê-la 🤧
enfim, morecos, espero que esteja no agrado de todos e até a próxima! 🫶🏻❤️‍🩹
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suhlogic · 1 year
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yours to have and to hold — j. suh x fem!reader
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idol!johnny x non-idol!wife reader 
all written in lowercase
word count: 2,114k
genre: fluff, smut, slice of life
warnings: unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, biting kink, oral ( f receiving), squirting, use of sex toy
[7:00am]
_________ wakes up to an empty spot next to hers on the bed she and johnny shared. this has been quite the common thing in the suh household since johnny started touring once again, although the tour dates were quite far off with each other and were announced quite hastily by their company which gave them more time to spend with him, he himself really could get frustrated because their schedules as a group were also unpredictable making it hard for him to plan family vacations for them and to visit his parents back home. nevertheless, even though his agitation could be easily well-read by _______, he was beyond grateful his wife was understanding, patient, and calm. even though _____ woke up without her husband by her side that day, she grabbed her phone to facetime him for a bit. waiting for him to pick up, she walked towards their daughter's bedroom finding her stirring awake just in time for johnny to answer the call. 
______ set the phone down as she picked up margo, "hi babe, did she just wake up?" johnny asks, clearly still doing a soundcheck rehearsal. "yeah, she just did...what about you? are you done practicing?" _____ asked as she starts to notice margo crying begging for milk signaling that she was fully awake already. johnny couldn't help but pout and be so endeared at the sight of his wife and kid, as ______  was trying to calm her down by handing her the milk bottle, her cries became louder. while _____ was busy trying to feed margo, johnny had his mic turned on and began to sing pandora's box which immediately had his daughter quiet down. 
"honey, thank you...really..." _____ said with still sleepy eyes as johnny smiled with half moon eyes. the song was always his kid's favorite. "are you guys immediately going home after the concert? we miss you so much, john" she said as she turned margo to the phone facing her dad. "hi sweetie, i miss you and your mom so much...i'll be home soon okay?" he said as he raised his pinky to the camera which had you and your daughter do the same. "i'll pinky promise on that." he said with a soft smile. the call with johnny went on for a while exchanging laughters and jokes between you three before he had to hang up to prepare for the show. 
dating johnny for a good 2 years before he proposed definitely did have its ups and downs mainly due to the industry he was in, it wasn't always easy for them but the now-married couple pulled through and they couldn't have been any happier. it took a while for the company to warm up to the fact that one of their top idols was dating someone and not long after the engagement, the two of them were allowed to go public. despite the flashing lights and headlines constantly surrounding them, the suh family still managed to keep everything private although fans also knew about johnny and _______'s life. however, both of them wouldn't trade their small family for anything and were content with what they have. 
[8:30am]
________ was cooking breakfast while margo was sat on her baby chair eating her food. "hm, should we do something for daddy later?" she cooed at her daughter which was returned with a big toothless grin. after washing up, the two of them were gathered in the living room creating a small homecoming card and a banner for johnny. paint was all over margo's hand but it sure made a great bonding time for both. they were both decorating, well, mostly ______  just in time for johnny to come home tomorrow. after taking an afternoon nap with margo nestled between her chest, ______ woke up to the sound of her phone pinging.
4 text messages for johnny 
[11:00am] hi babe, how are you both doing? 
[11:10am] we just wrapped up the show, u 2 must be asleep rn hahaha
[11:15am] anyways, i got my 2 best girls gifts 💗 i love you both
[11:20am] we're otw to the airport in a few mins, cant wait to come home soon. i'll be there before you know it! &lt;3
_______ smiled at her phone upon seeing his texts. she was counting down the hours until he gets home. margo too, noticed her mom smiling and just babbled with another grin. "daddy's coming home tomorrow bub!" she picked her up and cooed as margo's reddish cheeks lit up. margo was the perfect mix of her parents, she has her dad's smile, lips, and nose and her mom's eyes. 
[tuesday, 2:00pm]
_______ was preparing food for johnny, just a small cooking of his favorite dishes he's grown to love when she cooked it. by the time she was done, she already had margo in her arms and was giddy to see her dad. _______ could hear keys fumbling from outside which made her heart beat faster like the first time johnny introduced himself to her. no matter how many times she woke up next to him or walked into their door after a long day at the studio or from dance practice, even after touring, she still felt sparks fly. not a day goes by she was always falling in love with her husband harder and harder every minute. the door opened, johnny stood with his luggage and bag across his body wearing a black and white knitted sweater with his flared sweatpants and looked cozy as ever. 
"i'm home, honey" he smiled, pulling his wife and kid into a hug. ______ stood on her tippy toes placing a quick kiss on his lips. "babe, margo and i did something for you." she softly said as they both sat down. his luggage and bag now in the corner of the living room. johnny picked up his kid and was playing with her and handed her a gift which was a medium-sized teddy bear. "see margo, whenever i'm away you can just hug this so i'm always with you okay?" he said fondly and she melted at the sight of them bonding. the afternoon went by a breeze eating a heartily meal and talking just about everything.
[8:00pm]
as _______ was  getting ready for bed, johnny came up from behind giving her a back hug. "is she asleep already?" she asked and he just hummed in agreement against the crook of her neck. "hmm...that means we can try the gift i bought then?" you feel him smirk which made you turn to him up front. he walked over to the bed and sat on its edge to reach for a small, red, expensive box with a ribbon around it. he then handed it to her, still standing in front of him anticipating what was inside the box. johnny pulled her down to his lap to sit on, feeling his growing boner underneath her bare ass. "open it, princess... it's all for you," he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. _______ hitched a breath as she opened the box, where a silver vibrator was sitting in its case. gleaming under the warm light of the bedside lamp. "babe... oh wow," she gasped at the unexpected gift, turning to him and locking lips with johnny. he then cupped her face as she started grinding harder against him, desperate to feel his cock inside her. "i know you would love it," he smirked as he flipped her over so he'd be on top. johnny began to fondle her tits through her (his) shirt as she started to moan begging to be touched. he slowly pulled off the shirt on her and latched his lips onto her nipple as the other hand began to massage and fondle the other one. his tongue rubbing circles and figure eights on it. 
"you look so fucking gorgeous begging for me," he said in between breaths. "johnny, please i need you down there," she pleaded giving him soft doe eyes. "gotta be clearer with your words princess..." he mischievously said, starting to rub her wetness through her shorts. "daddy....please..need you to fuck my pussy...put a baby in me..." she desperately begged between cries of pleasure, cheeks flushed. johnny loved seeing her be this submissive all for him, her pleas made him smirk and with this, he pulled down her shorts, the wet slick glistening against her pussy as johnny rubbed his middle finger through her dripping core. "you like this, slut? just so good for me, so desperate for my fingers and cock." he said in a dark yet sultry tone while he inserted two fingers which elicited a moan from her as he began to also rub the sensitive bud of her clit with his thumb. while scissoring his fingers inside her, he went down on her. 
face coming in contact with her core and started to eat her out while fingering her. "babe...i'm fucking close...please..." she whined. "you don't get to cum until i say so princess..." he said, coming up from eating her out. the lack of contact making her beg for more, johnny then reached for the box where the vibrator was and took it out as he turned it on the low setting. "tell me if the vibrator hurts okay? i'll stop if it does." he says gently kissing her forehead as he started to rub it against her clit. she let out a loud moan at the sensation, screams and whines begging for more.  she was nearing her high when all of a sudden johnny turned off the vibrator, covered in her slick. "daddy...please i've been good let me cum...." she begged with tears filling her eyes at the mix of pleasure and pain. feeling the knot in her stomach gradually loosen, johnny then pulled off his boxers. his cock rock hard, long, and girthy. 
no matter how many time she got fucked by him, his size is something she could never get used to. johnny was huge in every sense of the word and it definitely worked in both their favors in the bedroom. he then rubbed the tip of his dick through her slit, aching and begging for him to just put it inside of her. johnny hissed at the contact, it had been too long...way too fucking long for both of them since they made love like this. "johnny...please put it in..." she whined once more before he gently inserted his length slowly pounding into her. the stretch stung at first but it felt so good. as he held the small of her back to sit her up, johnny grabbed the vibrator once more and set it on the medium setting as he rubbed it up against her swollen clit. as his thrusts got faster,  she cried out moans of pleasure screaming his name.
 "daddy...oh my god...please...harder" she moaned while johnny just smirked saying "there's no god here baby, it's only me." while staring straight into her eyes, all fucked out with a cockdrunk gaze. johnny switched the vibrator to its highest setting and  ______ was seeing stars at how good it felt as her husband was fucking his dick into her and not long after she felt her release washing over her. "fuck...always so tight around me, i'm cumming..." johnny gritted through his teeth as she nibbled on the skin of his collarbone suppressing her moans not to wake their daughter up or the neighbors for that matter. "princess, i wanna hear you...don't hide from daddy," he said, thrusting harder and sloppier as _______ felt his dick touch her cervix. she pulled away from his collarbone and kept moaning and screaming in pure bliss. ________ felt a different wave of climax over her, "johnny, more please...i'm close...let me cum," she pleaded, "i'm close too princess..." he said as let go. "baby, i didn't know you were a squirter,"  he smiled in awe looking down at the mess of a puddle she made on their bedsheet. with this, she was too fucked out and just let johnny hold her in his strong, toned arms for a while until johnny got up to get a hand towel to wipe both of themselves. 
"you were so hot squirting, babe. i wanna make you do that again." he said, kissing her inner thighs before actually wiping the dried cum off her. 
after cleaning up, the couple dozed off to sleep not long after whispering i love you's and laughters in between the sheets that were only covering their naked bodies tangled in one another. johnny wouldn't have it any other way having _____ be this delicate asleep in his arms.
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jenyluv · 1 year
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ficrecs (nct, bts, skz)
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hello! trust me, i've read a lot on here. and it isn't exactly easy to find works worth your time. so I gathered fics that i firmly request you give a shot. i must remark that i am very particular with what I read, and am a bit too confident you will throughly enjoy most of these! this post is also kind of works as an archive for me, so i might just add more to it as time goes on.
most of these include mature content so please be aware of the details/warnings before reading!
all credits go to the respective authors.
NCT
stopped smoking, but I'm not used to it - lee taeyong ✰ @naptaemed
use me - lee taeyong @yutaholic
domaine de la romanée - jung jaehyun ✰ @heartau
(tell me) what's your motive? - jung jaehyun @naptaeming
sleep well, princess - jung jaehyun @anashins
team captain - jung jaehhyun @smileysuh
daddy issues - johnny suh ✰ @yutaholic
call me by your name - nakamoto yuta @yutaholic
monetary value - mark lee @starryhyuck
all that glitters - mark lee ✰ @gohyuck
in these walls - mark lee ✰ @gohyuck
jealousy - mark lee @yutaholic
follow through - mark lee @ncteez
pussy blocked - lee jeno @luvdsc
two photos, two kisses - lee jeno @slightlymore
the talk box - na jaemin @newdecades
smultronstalle - na jaemin ✰ @gohyuck
BTS
lavender honey - kim namjoon ✰ @oftenderweapons
last christmas - kim namjoon @jjungkookislife
i'll float away - min yoongi @ppersonna
bad habits - min yoongi @sugakookitty
little do you know - min yoongi ✰ @yoonia
holding you like this - kim taehyung ✰ @jimilter
ruined - kim taehyung @taegularities
rubies and roses - kim taehyung ✰ @min-youngis
this is how you fall in love - jeon jungkook @jeonqkooks
crazy over you - jeon jungkook @spideyjimin
live through this - jeon jungkook ✰ @starshapedkookie
forever heart - jeon jungkook ✰ @sparklingchim
lemon sherbet - jeon jungkook @extravaguk
the philosophy of good luck - jeon jungkook @kidguk
inkling - jeon jungkook @gguksgalaxy
concentrate king - jeon jungkook @bratkook
gold rush - jeon jungkook @delacyrose224
slow§steady - jeon jungkook @yoonia
risqué - jeon jungkook ✰ @mercurygguk
idealizations concerning real life relations - jeon jungkook ✰ @venusiangguk
the boy with galaxies in this eyes - jeon jungkook ✰ @oddinary4bts
love to hate - jeon jungkook ✰ @kpopfanfictrash
SKZ
quarter past midnight - bang chan @huenjin
domestic disturbance - bang chan ✰ @huenjin
non ducor duco - bang chan ✰ @chanluster
10/10 - bang chan ✰ @chanluster
business proposals - lee minho @chanluster
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aesthyuckic · 1 year
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☕️📓 cafe au lait !! ┊͙✧˖*°࿐
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based on a dream i had the other night weeks ago. happy (late) valentine's day. fem!reader. 2,65k.
In the modern age, it was no secret that malls were dying. Late stage capitalism was at play according to most people, and some store fronts remained empty due to how high rent got. Donghyuck saw many stores come and go in his years there, it was sad to see people he loved as neighbors and that took care of him as a child disappear before his very eyes. Some spaces were replaced by new owners because despite the dying mall industry they lived in a tourist area that got hit hard around holiday breaks and on the weekends. It just wasn’t the same anymore. Though, his family’s restaurant still remained in their spot…
It had been twenty years at this point. He had been here for that same amount of time only moving here from South Korea at the age of two. He had graduated college, yet his bachelor’s in music got him nowhere so far… and here he was yet again, working for his parents just like he did when he was teenager in order to make a living.
“Donghyuck, stop slouching against the door way.” His mom whined to him. “It’s bad for your back and that’s not how you attract customers.”
“Mom, it’s a Tuesday at 2 in the afternoon.” He fixed his posture. “No one is coming right now and I’m tired. Why do I have to wear a white button up, slacks and a tie? I use to only wear black.”
“You’re a young man now.” She cooed at him while patting his cheek, lovingly. “And you’re handsome. Plus, don’t you remember in high school how you use to flirt with all those girls and they’d keep coming back? Even those older ladies found you charming… We got more business because of you and it’s about time you get in a relationship. People will come, just be patient.”
“I was doing that for the tips.” He blushed. “I’m perfectly fine by myself by the way.”
His mother rolled her eyes at him before patting him on his shoulder and walking back into the restaurant. He sat back down on the stool at the entrance that had a podium next to it with menus staked on top.
The mall remained relatively bleak, until he saw a group of girls come in that linked arms with another while smiling and giggling to one another as they walked into one of the stores. Judging by the bags they had, they were came from school and he guessed college just because it was too early for high school kids and they looked around late teens to early twenties.
It wasn’t long before they came out with paper bags on their arms and then he noticed, they were coming his way. He got flustered and stood up quickly before they had made it over to him. He grabbed the menus beside him.
“Is it okay to get a table for three?” One of them asked.
It was the one that stood out to him most with the brightly colored soft coral hair. She was the tallest of the group of girls but still quite short in comparison to him. However, her baggy clothes made her appear much smaller.
“Uh, yeah.” He blushed. “Follow me.”
He lead them to a table before giving them their menus and running off to go get the water they asked for. Little did he know at that time, it’d become a weekly occurrence that that girl would show up with shopping bags and her friends to eat. He always remembered her order but never her friends… She always got the tteokbokki. If he was lucky, she’d come by sometimes without her friends and that’s really when he got to know her… He finally found out her name and that she was only two years younger than him and studying music at a college nearby. He felt his heart flutter a bit in his chest as he fell in love little by little.
She came by one Thursday afternoon and Donghyuck smiled once he had seen her. She had a bag on her arm and a cup in the other.
“Y/n!” He said, excited. “Same as always?”
“How can you remember my order but never my friends?” She questioned. “I’m just messing with you. But I’m getting kinda tired, do you have any suggestion.”
“Oh my god, my mom makes the best kimchi jjigae.” He hummed.
“I’m not the biggest fan of cabbage but for you… I’ll try it. To go please.”
There went that flutter in his chest again.
“Coming right up.” He nodded.
He ran off to the kitchen to give his mom the ticket before coming back out to talk to the girl. He stared down at the big brown bag that was on the floor.
“Every time I see you, you always have a big, brown shopping bag…” He laughed. “What do you even get?”
“Oh! It’s nothing.” The girl brushed it off.
“If it was nothing it wouldn’t be there.” He scoffed. “C’mon show me! Please! I’m so curious.”
“Ugh, this is so embarrassing…”
She bent over before rummaging through the bag before she revealed some albums in here hand.
“Is that Shinee?” The boy asked.
“Yeah,” She blushed before putting them back in the bag. “New Jeans, Red Velvet and WEi too.”
“No way!” He gasped. “I’ve loved Shinee since I was kid! I still have one of their albums my mom bought me as a kid.”
“You know them?”
“I’m literally Korean, Y/n…”
“I know but that doesn’t mean you like k-pop! And frankly, I thought you’d be weirded out by me liking it.”
“Do you hear what we play in here? Do you hear that? It sounds like Lion Heart by Girl’s Generation playing right now. Anyway, who’s your favorite?”
“For Shinee? Taemin but Red Velvet, I love Yeri and I love everyone for New Jeans and WEi.”
“Taemin’s my favorite too actually. I always wanted to be like him as a kid. Not to brag, but I auditioned for SM entertainment.”
The girl raised an eyebrow at him almost as an ‘oh, really?’
“I’m taking you didn’t get in?” She tilted her head.
The boy clutched his chest and acted wounded, “That hurt! You’re so mean! For your information, I did get accepted!”
“Why are you here?” She asked.
“I was thirteen, not stupid. I just thought about all I had to give up and I love music and attention and everything but I don’t think I deal with idol life. Being stalked and having such a strict beauty standard pushed on me. I was good.”
A middle aged woman came out of the kitchen with a bag full of food. She saw the two talking to each other and smiling. She saw the way her son looked at the girl and smiled herself before approaching slowly.
“Sorry to interrupt. I have kimchi jjigae for you.” She spoke slowly before backing away.
The girl grabbed the takeout bag off the podium.
“Thank you, Mrs. Lee.” She smiled. “It was nice talking to you, Haechan. See you later.”
The boy watched as the girl walked away, not even aware of the smile on his face. He moved his attention over to his mom who was also smiling.
“What?” His expression dropped.
“You like her…” She sang, happily.
“Mom…” He sighed.
“You like her, you like her. My little Donghyuckie has a crush.”
She continued to sing behind her son as he ran off into the back to escape her pestering.
The following week, he saw her again. He was sitting reading before he noticed her coming in his direction. She was holding a drink, looked like same from last week as she also took a bite out of a cookie in the other hand.
"Are you cheating on me?" He gasped as he acted offended as soon as the girl got closer.
"What? Just because I'm eating something different?" She snickered.
"What even is that?" He asked, curiously.
"Iced vanilla latte."
"I like them too, especially from the little shop from around the corner."
"That's where I got this actually... I love their cookies too."
She ended up promising the boy to come by a little later once she was done looking around. It was the only way he'd let go of his fake work. Really, it was just an excuse to be able to see her again as soon as possible. Her coming every week at least once was an excuse to see him but he didn't have to know that.
She came the next week, a cookie from the shop in her bag as well as iced vanilla latte for her friend in one hand another drink for herself in the other. She almost skipped along to find her way to Haechan. She smiled to herself as she saw the boy reading a book once again as he sat at the podium. She hid the drink for him behind her back before making her way over to him.
"Y/n, it's nice to see you again." He chuckled as he closed the book."
"Surpise!" She brought the drink out to hand to him. "To make up for cheating on you last week."
"Oh! Thank you!" He beamed. "What do you have this week?
"Butterfly pea tea with lemonade."
"Pea tea?"
"Don't be childish. It's good for your eyes and it taste good. And it's coool because it turns pink when mixed with lemonade?"
"And why would you need all that?"
"I'm blind basically."
"You never wear glasses though"
"I don't think I look good in them..."
"I doubt that. I think you'd look pretty cute in them."
He only realized what he said out loud after the fact. His expression fell before he turned his attention to the girl standing in front of him that had a blank look as she blushed.
"i'm sorry." He apologized, blushing himself.
"No, no! It's fine!" She reassured him. "I'll see you in a bit."
He waved goodbye at the girl as she rushed feeling the fact that maybe it was not fine. She didn't come back even though he waited all evening for her to come back. It left him broken hearted as he let his mouth get ahead of his brain once again which may of or may not have messed up everything going for him. He didn't sleep that night.
Donghyuck waited for her to come back daily but it wasn't until that following Tuesday he saw her once again. He saw her go into the album store with the friends she always came with. He felt adernline rush through his body before he asked his mom for his break.
He rushed pass the store th girl was in just to make it to the cafe around the corner and bought three packs of cookies. He started to work up the courage to go in the store to talk to the girl. He finally took a deep breath before walking calmy into the store. Her back was turned to him and so were her friends' It started getting warmer so she wasn't in her usual baggy attire. She had half of her tied up with a pink ribbon and wore a frilly dress that matched. He thought she looked so pretty, even if it was just from behind. He snapped out of it and apporached her before tapping her on the shoulder.
"Hyuck..." She mumbled once she turned around and saw the boy.
"Um, hi, you look really pretty." He blurted. "Sorry, that's not why I'm here... Can I talked you by the water fountian outside?"
"Thank you and um, yeah, sure."
He nodded, trying not to break a sweat in that moment. He had the cookies hidden behind his back the whole time. He took a step back and allowed her to go in front, following right behind. The both of them stood across from each other in front of the fountain. They looked at each other for a moment for the boy broke eye contact with her just to stare at his feet.
"Hey, I'm really sorry about last week again... And just now too." He admitted. "Anyway, the cafe was having a buy three get three free special so here are some of those cookies you like."
He handed them to her, "My break is over but I hope you like them. It was nice to see you again."
He walked away too quickly before she could say anything. The girl's friends came out of the store shortly after the encounter.
"What was that about?" One asked as she put her bags down beside her.
"I think he likes me..." She answered.
"I've been telling you that for weeks now."
"No, but a lot..."
It took a moment for her joy the register at that statement. He liked her... When does that ever happen. she got so excited that she started to gush to her friends about the boy. Then she realized she needed to talk to him again but of course, there was issue of his job...
She told her friends to just go home without her that evening. She waited around until they had to start closing for the night. She sat somewhere she could go unseen as he did his work. Once she saw him start putting up chairs she went toward the restaurant. His back was turned but he heard the footsteps.
"Sorry, we are closed for the night." He sighed as he put up more chairs.
"You say that word to much, you know?" She hummed.
He turned around, "Y/n? What are you doing here?"
"I waited. You didn't let me say 'thank you' and I guess I realized I have more than just that to say..."
The girl took a step closer to the boy which only allowed for a few inches of space. The boy look visibly nervous as the girl got closer.
"So thank you for the cookies," She started. "Also, I like you, Hyuck. I think you like me too, am I right?"
"I-I-" He stuttered.
"I think this game went on too long." She pouted. "Now, use your words please."
"Yes, I do... I do like you."
The music change to a slow song all of sudden. The girl looked up with a smile.
"I think that's a sign. Don't you?" She asked to which he nodded. "So, will you dance with me?"
She extended her hand out for him to take which he did but not without hesitation. He ended up taking the lead right after. One hand intertwined with her own as his other hand rested on her waist and her own on his arm. She rested her head on his chest, able to hear the rapidness of his heartbeat that she cheekily smiled at before his chin came to rest on top of her head. After the song was over, the two came to hold each other's hand as they stared at each other.
"Man, I've wanted to do this for weeks." He confessed as he cupped the girl's jaw gently.
He bent down to connect each other's lips to one another. Softly, they touched and it felt like forever in those few moment with another. It was like passion coming out of hiding and being expolisive and like all the emotion started to felt at it's fullness. She deepen the kiss as she wrapped her arms around her new lover's neck in an effort to bring him closer as well as deepen the kiss.
The two young adults were unaware of the mom that was upstairs messing with the radio once she accidentally walked in on their conversation and quietly exiting, unnoticed. She smiled at work through the cameras after playing cupid.
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doiesfav · 8 months
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Barbie or Oppenheimer - NCT 127 VERSION
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A/n: just made this bc im bored as hell and finally finished watching both movies ayeyeyeyeye
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Taeil
ngl the would def watch Barbie and wouldn’t be ashamed of it as he should my king. He would appear at the theaters in pink clothes might even appear with a pink dress and maybe a long blonde wig.
Johnny
This bitch is gonna watch barbie too, but he would just have pink accessories not pink clothes. Oh damn he would totally appear with blonde hair and maybe a pink vape😝
Yuta
Barbie, barbie is all what he would watch 24/7, would appear with pink everything and maybe pink sunglasses omg. Def would paint his nails hot pink and at the end would ask whats a gynecologist
Taeyong
Yea this guy is gonna watch barbie and would put TON of effort in his outfit def pink, and he would start sobbing like if someone has died at the end.
Doyoung
Im not sure abt this dude, but he would prob watch Oppenheimer first and then sneak in barbie even if it was at the middle of the movie just for the hype
Jaehyun
Yea this frat boy is watching Oppenheimer and would show up in the drippiest clothes man has ever known, he is a cillian murphy simp btw
Jungwoo
this guy is literally barbie, bro would show up in the pinkest clothes possible and prob take TONS but TONS of photos at the barbie photobooth thingy
Mark
Tbh Mark would want to watch both at the same time but would end up watching barbie first with normal ahh clothes not knowing there was the only pink rule and then would watch oppenheimer and take it as a philosophy class
Haechan
This guy is gonna watch barbie the moment it releases and would even attend the premier and somehow ended up getting Margot Robbie autograph
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Anyways thanks for the support and would appreciate reblog or follow🫶
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joongernaut · 1 year
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I.O.U
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⇢ pairing(s): school secretary!ten x school administrator!reader x dean!taeyong
⇢ genres: SMUT, light humor, barely-there-plot, enemies-to-enemies that fuck, coworkers-to-coworkers that fuck (i just made that up LMFAO)
⇢ warnings: threesome (F/M/M), switch!ten, sub!taeyong, unprotected sex, light hair pulling/choking, vouyerism, degradation, creampie
⇢ word count: 8056
⇢ author note: first fic posted on here after that very long hiatus... woo! 🫰🏾 this was made 2-3 months ago as a secret santa gift for a friend and she gave me permission to post it! i'm kinda happy with how it came out and that she loved it so i hope y'all like it too ❤️
Winter break. It’s all everyone had been looking forward to as the season changed from that windy, cool atmosphere to the more frigid cold with the beginning of snowfall starting to blanket the city.
Students and teachers alike had wished for nothing more than for the days to go by faster, relieving them of the stress of work and end-of-year assignments and tests if even for a brief couple of weeks. Now that the time had finally come, everybody was giddy and ready to head home for the holidays to spend some much needed time away from all of the chaos ensuing due to the year starting to come to a close.
Today was the last day for high schoolers before their break officially started and it was now an hour since classes had been dismissed. The only people left on campus were mostly teachers and staff, with the occasional student here and there for last minute discussions or for some after-school activity that would inevitably be cut short so everyone could get home as soon as possible.
You were part of the administration staff and your time and attention had been split today. You floated frantically from different classes to help monitor the students, dropped off files for some of the teachers here and there, and eventually ended up at your desk finishing up your own personal work on the computer, completely drained because of the previous back to back tasks. It wasn't any easier any other day having to deal with rowdy, prepubescent teenagers (or the occasional pretentious adult) but you seemed more tense than anything today.
And that tension only seemed to grow as your eyes skimmed over the text on the computer screen in front of you for the fourth time.
“Are you serious?” You muttered low to yourself, standing hunched over your desk as you re-read the email again addressed from the dean. Something about a stupid ass staff ‘get-together’ he had planned a few days from now, very clearly just a replacement word for ‘meeting’. And to make things even worse the word ‘MANDATORY’ had been highlighted in bold letters emphasizing that the people that received it were not going to be able to back out of it.
‘Why me though?’ You thought in exasperation, pinching the bridge of your nose causing your glasses to shift up on your face as you let out a heavy sigh. This was in no way how you wanted to spend even a portion of your winter break. What could possibly be so important that they had to come back to the school in the middle of holidays to attend, especially a day before christmas?
“So, you got that email, too.” A voice came suddenly from behind and you jumped, nearly springing yourself backwards right into the body (the firm chest, to be exact) of said voice. Ten let out an amused chuckle as you shot him a glare from over your shoulder.
“Don't you have some business to mind? More specifically Dean Lee’s?” You hissed through nearly clenched teeth, straightening yourself up as you turned to face him. His somewhat lax demeanor would've put you at ease if it weren't for the fact that he absolutely pisses you off just being near you.
“Oh, I’ve finished up my work already,” He responded at once, taking interest in picking under his nail and inspecting the cuticles rather than looking at you, “And you? Looks like you might be spending your break doing even more mundane work than usual. Although, I guess that's to be expected from our resident busy bee and little ass kisser. Tragic.” He pouted with faux sympathy, your glare only intensifying towards him.
This has always been the dynamic between you two. From the very first day you started working there when Ten had introduced himself casually then proceeded to question whether you were ‘dressed to go to church or something’ right after as he looked you up and down like you were something at the bottom of his shoe, it's been a constant back and forth of snide comments.
How you survive in a room with him, his own desk being a few feet away from you located near the back of the shared space and conveniently next to Dean Lee’s private room, you never understood.
“What's this party even for, Chittaphon? Why is this shit even mandatory? I thought he wanted all of us to enjoy our breaks…” You questioned him, figuring that since he is essentially the man’s right hand that he would know the answer.
“Well, if you really wanna know so bad…” Ten leaned forward and you took an instinctive step back only to bump right into your desk as he caged you against it with one arm out by your side. He was too close, even more so when he leaned down close to your ear to whisper into it. “Show up and find out.”
You should've known better than to ask Ten for anything. Of course he would give you a hard time just because he knew he could. “Not like I have much of a choice.” You groaned, shoving at his shoulder to get him out of your personal space. He barely moved from the action but took a step back as he rolled his eyes. “It’s one day out of the break and it's not like you have anything better to do,” He scoffed, folding his arms over his chest, “Also, you're not the only one that has to suffer, you know. Almost all of us have to be there, too.”
You let out a faint gasp and he arched his eyebrow. “Wait, you’re gonna be there, too? Oh god, this just got so much fucking worse.” You whined to yourself while running a hand down your face, immediately feeling the heat of his stare once the comment left your mouth. You mentally pat yourself on the back for it as he finally walked off (not without saying something under his breath) and left you alone, a minor victory of getting under his skin.
You spent another hour and a half finishing up some documents and clearing your desk, packing up for the day before locking the room up and heading out. You’re glad, at the very least, that you weren't the last staff member to get out of the building. You also successfully avoided bumping into Ten again with the last encounter only slightly souring your mood until you remember getting the last word, the thought making you smile to yourself childishly.
It’s evening now and just like how the weather was this morning, it’s absolutely freezing outside. You tug your coat tighter against yourself as you sling the strap of your bag over your shoulder, fighting against the harsh wind as you make your way to your car. Walking across the parking lot as you slowly approach the designated staff member parking spaces, you notice a figure standing by their own car directly next to yours. And as you get closer, they become even more recognizable.
“Ah, Y/N, you’re finally done for today I see.” Taeyong says with a friendly smile, and you shoot him a polite one back. “Dean Lee,” You acknowledge with a nod, “Why yes I am. I was just getting ready to head home.” You added, clutching your car keys a bit and making them jingle.
Taeyong shook his head with a laugh, a huff of warm air coming out as a small cloud in the cold. “Y/N, it's been years. You know you can call me Taeyong, right? I don’t mind.” He says it so easily as if you’ve been his close friend this whole time.
You didn't mean to always be so formal with him but he was your boss after all. Standing around the same height with a lean, muscular frame and a strong, handsome face with looks that could kill, you had to admit that being around the man was a bit intimidating.
Anyone would be with how attractive he was while also holding all of the authority over everyone in the school. He never gave you the vibe that he was a power hungry asshole and you wouldn't normally judge a book by its cover but in this case (with how little you knew about him despite your few years of working under him) you couldn't help yourself.
“Right, sorry… Taeyong.” You reply to him with a nervous chuckle, his name rolling off of your tongue hesitantly despite his reassurance. He lets out another laugh at your slight awkwardness and you can't help but think how sexy it sounds.
Before he can say anything else though, you decide to ask the question that has been plaguing your mind since earlier, “Hey, about that meet—I mean the staff get-together… I was wondering what that would be about? Since it’s mandatory, I would presume it’s something important.” You decided to ask it safely rather than the accusatory ‘What the hell are we doing having a meeting between our supposed winter break’.
Taeyong mulls your words over for a few seconds, eyebrows slightly furrowed before giving you an unreadable expression. It’s neither a smile nor a frown but it makes you shift on your feet nonetheless. “I can’t go over the details unfortunately but I guarantee you it is important. You especially need to be there. So… see you then?” He says before bidding you farewell, hopping into his car before cranking it up and driving off leaving you puzzled.
‘You especially need to be there.’
What the fuck did that even mean? The words repeated over and over in your head even as you got into your own car and headed home, more stressed out than you were before the short conversation. You guessed you’d get your answer on that soon, a few days from now to be more specific. Whether you felt like you were gonna be prepared for that answer or not, you weren't sure.
You spent the first couple of days of the break spending time with your family and friends or at home getting into the holiday spirit with a christmas movie and a glass of wine to fill the time or doing some last minute shopping online for yourself. Last night you had finally decided on what you wanted to wear to the staff party, leaving it out for today so you can get dressed quickly.
The email specifically asked for staff members to get a little dressed up for the occasion and you hoped you didn't overdo it or underdress. You don't meet up with a lot of your coworkers after school hours so having them see you outside of the normal business casual look is a bit daunting. Not that you care about how they see you but you did want to look your best.
Really, if it weren't so damn cold, you would've worn a nice little cocktail dress to turn a few heads but you decided warmth was the better choice to achieve especially with the temperature dropping as the sun sets and the moon rose higher in the night sky.
You wore black, thick tights with a cream colored oversized v-neck sweater, heeled black boots, a long brown coat with a plaid thick scarf around your neck. Accentuating the look with a pair of gold earrings and a gold necklace, you had given yourself a quick once over in your rear view mirror and applied a fair amount of lip gloss before exiting out of your parked car and approaching the school’s front entrance.
After getting buzzed in by security, briefly greeting Johnny and Kun as they directed you toward the auditorium with a gesture, you made your way down the hall with your heels clicking against the tiled floor.
The halls were a little too quiet for a place that was supposedly having a party and you double-checked the calendar on your phone to make sure you didn't get the date mixed up. That couldn't have been the case though since security was on campus and seemingly on standby.
You shook the feeling off as you continued around the corner, greeted by the double doors of the auditorium decorated in gold and silver streamers just a few feet away. ‘Let’s get this shit over with.’ You hyped yourself up, mentally preparing for whatever greeted you on the other side as you pushed the doors open and stepped inside.
It was mostly dark at first, nearly as silent as when you were walking through the halls just a moment ago which only added on to the eeriness. “Uh… Hello?” You called out loud and clear, hesitantly taking a step forward. Immediately the room lit up with more lighting from overhead, almost blinding with how bright it was and you let out a startled yelp as a chorus of cheering and clapping started to sound throughout the space.
With your eyes finally adjusted to the lighting, you look around to see the room filled with a lot of your coworkers as they beam at you while your body froze in place. There were balloons and confetti scattered in the air and on the auditorium floor, a sign hanging up across the room reading ‘Congratulations!’ in glittery text. Right under the sign, your eyes trail down and you see Taeyong standing under it with a big smile of his own as he gestures for you to come up towards him. You're still very confused, and very much in shock, but your feet somehow carry you to him with a mind of their own.
Now standing next to him, with Ten standing off to the side of him as well with his hands clasped behind his back and an unreadable expression on his face, your mouth finally decides to work again as you face Taeyong. “I’m not sure I’m understanding any of this right now… what are we celebrating exactly?” You asked him curiously as he gently shoved a glass flute into your hand to take. Assuming by the color and the fizz, it had to be champagne or something rather expensive. “Your promotion, Y/N.” Taeyong answered with a soft pat to your shoulder as your jaw went slack.
“My? Me? I’m being promoted?” You questioned in disbelief and Taeyong chuckled. “Yes, you. That's what all of this was for. Sorry I had to keep it a secret but surprise!” He replied, taking a small sip of his glass as more cheering came from the rest of the staff members and you let the words sink in. You weren't expecting this at all, let alone a whole party being thrown in your honor.
Despite your constant complaints throughout the years of working at the school, to say you put your blood sweat and tears into this would be an understatement. So, finally finally getting some kind of recognition felt overwhelmingly good. So overwhelming that you could feel your throat tighten up as your eyes slightly stung with the formation of tears.
“I don't know what to say,” You started with a smile growing on your face, swallowing the small lump in your throat before continuing, “I’m just really grateful for this opportunity, to be able to do what I’ve grown to love. Thank you so much.” You said with a shy nod of your head towards Taeyong.
“You deserve it for all of your dedication. And no need to thank me, I'm happy Ten brought it to my attention so I could easily set this in motion for you. Again, congrats!” Taeyong said before walking off to mingle with the other staff members leaving you with another surprising detail. With him out of the way, you were now facing Ten who seemed to be looking in any direction but your own. Before you could speak up however, he fully turned away and started walking off towards the double doors.
You were going to call out to him, stepping in his direction to follow, but you were immediately stopped by coworker after coworker offering their congratulations and attempting to make small talk. Trying to be polite, you turned to face each of them to personally thank them while giving short, polite responses.
Hearing the sound of the double doors snapping shut, you looked up from the faces surrounding you and saw the one you needed to see the most right now disappear. The answer you had been looking for may have come out in an unexpected way but now, with the knowledge that you had currently, you had another question you needed an answer to.
Finally slipping out from the auditorium (assuring the others you just needed some fresh air and weren't just trying to sneak out of the celebration) you started making your way to the place you could only assume Ten would be located at.
You reached the room of your shared space in haste, noticing the door already slightly ajar as you carefully pushed it open.
Your assumption had been correct.
Sitting atop his desk, a flask of alcohol in hand and in mid-swig, Ten immediately darted his eyes towards you as you stepped into the room and shut the door behind yourself.
“Coward. Why’d you run away like that?” You huffed out in irritation, making your way across the room to him with your hands on your hips. He stayed silent for a moment, his Adam's apple bobbing as he took a few gulps out of the flask before letting out a sigh of annoyance.
“I knew you’d ask stupid questions.” He answered with a shrug and you scoffed loudly. Unbelievable.
“That's a lame ass excuse but that's the least questionable thing about all of this,” You take a few steps closer to him until you're nearly standing between his legs, “You talked to Taeyong about me which, in turn, got me a promotion rather than somehow getting me fired… Why? Better yet, how did that happen?”
Ten took another long swig from the flask before capping it and setting it down beside him on the desk, hopping down from his spot to now stand close in front of you. “Does it fucking matter? I made it happen and now you're getting what you wanted. You should be thanking me, really.” He said condescendingly and you will yourself to not break the intense eye contact.
“I didn't force you to talk to Taeyong or tell him whatever the hell you told him. You did that yourself, of your own accord. It’s almost like you secretly like me or something.” You retorted, noting the clench of his jaw as his mouth formed a thin line. You couldn't help but smirk, clearly striking a nerve.
“Oh my god, that's it isn't it? You don't hate me, you actually like me! All this time, all the comments and insults were just a way of you coping with your little crush on me.” You rattled on with an incredulous look, smirk only growing bigger as Ten stood silently with his jaw clenching. There was nothing that filled you up with satisfaction more than angering the king of bitchiness and ‘nonchalance’ himself.
So, you kept going.
“What are we in, elementary school? Have you not been taught that that's the weakest way to try and pick up girls?” You shook your head in disapproval, not noticing the step he has took forward, “Really, I knew you were capable of stooping this low for attention but this is just fucking pathet-”
Your words were cut off before you could continue and you made a sound of surprise as Ten gripped the back of your neck and crushed his mouth against yours harshly.
Yet another turn of events the night had brought to you that you didn't see coming.
Ten was kissing you. Or rather, he had his lips against yours as you stood there shocked for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. But what came as even more of a shock was the way your body (once your mind finally caught up to what was happening) responded by pressing up against his frame as your lips pressed into his harder.
You were kissing Ten back. You were kissing him back and you were enjoying it because fuck was there so much sexual tension between the two of you. You knew it was there, you always felt it, and you weren't blind to how good-looking Ten looked all the time. Coming to work in his collard shirts with the buttons unfastened to show a peek of the smooth bare skin on his chest, the peek of his tattoos you would catch a glimpse of when his cuffs were slightly rolled up, the way his jeans would hug him in all the right places.
And Ten had felt all of that tension, too. It was like a chord snapping inside of him in that moment as he listened to you run your mouth before deciding that he had enough. To him, this was the best possible way to get you to shut the fuck up.
Once he realized you weren't immediately backing away in disgust and even seemed to want more with how urgently you kissed him back, he decided to indulge himself. Biting and pulling at your plump bottom lip until it was tender, licking along the seam before finding his way into your mouth and mapping out the inside with his tongue. He tasted like the alcohol he had just consumed when you first stepped into the room, a slightly strong liquor taste you were sure you’d probably gag from drinking by itself but on Ten’s tongue you couldn't get enough.
He pulled back finally, allowing yourselves to breathe as he dropped his head against the junction of your shoulder and neck and trailed his lips along the skin making you shiver. “Must not hate me that much if you're letting me kiss you like that.” Ten mumbled, his other hand moving to the back of your knee as he hoisted your leg up over his hip. He stumbled back until he was pressed up against his desk, dragging you along with him. He continued to do so as he sat down on top of it again and brought you into his lap to straddle his waist.
You inhaled sharply at what you felt between his legs in the new position, subconsciously rolling your hips and earning a low groan from the man at the friction. “Yeah, no fucking way. You want this just as badly as I do.” He hissed out, his hands gripping even harder to keep you firmly against him as he pushed his hips upward to match your motions.
Even with the thick layer of your tights and the rough texture of his blue jeans, you could feel how hard he was starting to get as the outline of his dick began to fill out with every movement.
“Fuck, wait, are we-” You tense up at a particularly hard roll, “Are we really doing this here?” The question came out as a breathy moan when he bit down at your neck. Ten’s hands creeped up under your sweater to grab ahold of your waist tightly, the skin there erupting in goosebumps at his cold hands. The question left unanswered as he continued to bite and suck along your throat surely enough to leave a good mark or two with the intensity of the action.
Carding your fingers through the hair at the back of his head, you gripped tightly before tugging and pulled his head back away from your neck. A noise of protest came from his throat as he relented and you took in the hazy, half-lidded look in his eyes as his bottom lip caught between his teeth. A look of pure sinfulness as you forced him to look into your eyes.
“Ten.” You had hoped for his name to come out of your mouth as a warning, a threat even, to get him to answer. Instead, it came out as a near whine full of neediness and the corner of his lip quirked up in a smirk. “Y/N,” He purred back with a lick of his lips, “Don’t be a coward. Don't run away from me now when I’m so ready to be under you like this.”
You hated him. You hated how his words made your thighs close together instinctively, only to be obscured by Ten’s body between your legs. You hated how warm you felt, body temperature increasing with the heat starting to pool in your lower stomach just from those words slipping out his kiss-swollen lips. And boy did he have a way with words.
You couldn't help yourself, though, as the little voice of reason nagged at the back of your mind.
“This is a school, Ten–”
“We're on break.” He pointed out, thumbs rubbing circles into your hip bones firmly.
You sighed heavily, slinking more into his hold. That was true but…
“I know that–”
“Nobody’s here in this room right now except us.”
“We could still get caught–”
“Maybe. If we do, though, it’s your fault. You’re the one wasting time by talking when I could easily be fucking you by now.”
Also true. You wanted this so badly, you really didn't have the brain capacity to think logically at all. It’s not like you’ve never had a quickie before and although not all of them ended in satisfactory for both parties involved (unfortunately) you just really wanted to feel Ten inside of you if even for just a quick fuck.
If you really wanted this to happen right here and right now, you’d have to hurry.
“Stop making sense.” You muttered, scooting back a bit in his lap to reach down between your bodies. Your fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans and the zipper, his intense stare not helping in the slightest as you clumsily unbuttoned and unzipped him. He leaned back and lifted his hips slightly to give you more space as you tugged them down enough along with his boxer briefs, a curse leaving his lips once his dick sprang free and smacked against his lower stomach. “Then stop talking and fuck me.”
You could confirm now that everything about the man under you was pretty. Even his dick. Not too thick but definitely impressive in length. Trimmed, one shade lighter than the rest of his body, and currently shaded pink at the tip where precum had started to bead.
In the position you currently were in, it was rather awkward as you wrapped a hand around his length. Ten didn't seem to mind it though as the contact made his hips buck up into the ring of your fist, a small moan escaping him.
Ten’s hands that were situated at your hips had taken to supporting his weight briefly as he leaned back a little bit more before he brought one hand up to push the front of your sweater up. Just enough so he could find the waistband of your leggings, attempting to tug the material down with one finger hooked inside. It was hard and it didn't go down much before it stopped at your mid thigh but he didn't need them completely off yet. You flinched at the feeling of his fingers trailing your thigh, up to your hip bone, teasingly past your belly button until he slid lower to fully cup your panty-covered pussy.
Through the dampened lace material, he rubbed at your outer lips and ghosted along your clit with practiced ease. Like he had done this before with you, as if it were muscle memory, like he knew your body well already. That had to be true to an extent as you rolled your hips, grinding against his fingers every time he applied enough pressure to elicit a moan out of you.
They grew more once he hooked his finger into the center of the material, pulling the lace away enough to expose your hole, and proceeded to ease his middle and ring finger in without much of a warning. He figured you were wet enough with the way you were making the palm of his hand so slick with your juices. He nearly growled at being proven right.
“Thought I’d help stretch you out a little but I see there’s no need for that.” Ten rasped, sitting up so you were chest to chest as he pushed his fingers in to the knuckles and your grip around his dick tightened just a hair. It was enough to notice though and Ten curled his fingers inside of you as retaliation, the rough pads of the tips of his fingers brushing briefly against that spongy spot hidden deep inside of you.
Your whole body trembled when he did it once more before you quickly abandoned his length in favor of tugging at his hair again, a little harsher.
“W-We really don't have time. Come on…” You pant breathlessly, flexing your walls around his digits for emphasis and earning a strained curse from his lips. “So eager. That’s cute.” Ten taunted, the usual banter coming out more teasing than ever. He can't contain himself any longer either though with how his dick throbs and aches for some type of release so he eased his fingers out of you before tugging your leggings further down.
It's a brief struggle as you try and help him wiggle them down and off of you while still hovering over his lap but the second you kick the article of clothing from around your ankle, Ten grabs you by your ass and pulls you flush up against him.
“Don’t have a condom on me... Is that okay?” He questioned with an arch of his eyebrow. You think for a split second until you feel him grab ahold of his dick and brush the tip along your folds, your brain turning into mush when it snags on the entrance. “It’s fine! Please, just…” You replied with an impatient roll of your hips, sinking the head just a bit more inside of you.
This is all the permission Ten needed before he used his hands to spread your cheeks apart as he lowered you further onto his dick and the stretch of it made you lean your torso forward until your face buried into his shoulder with a muffled whine.
“Fuck,” He shifted a bit, allowing you to adjust as he wrapped an arm around your waist while keeping you spread open with one hand, “You’re really gripping me.”
He was all the way inside of you now and you felt everything as you clenched around him. You still can't believe this is happening with Ten of all people, but the throbbing you feel makes the situation that much more real. And usually you’re a stickler for wearing condoms but the thought of taking Ten raw had you throwing caution to wind. Actually getting to feel him without any barrier now felt too good.
“Is this a reward? I got you a little promotion and you give me this?” Ten asked rhetorically with a sickly sweet tone, gripping at your ass hard to make your body rise up a bit before pulling you back down onto him. “I would've been a lot nicer before.” He added, nipping and tonguing at whatever he could reach on your neck while helping you glide along his dick at a leisurely pace.
“B-Bullshit!” You half-heartedly sneered as you let yourself sink down all the way, swiveling your hips in an almost slow grind. “I think being a mean bitch is in your blood. Especially to me.” You said as you started to pick up speed, grinding harder with him deep inside of you as the fingers you carded through his hair gripped tightly making him tense up.
Ten’s eyes rolled back for a second before a large grin broke out on his face. “Oh, baby, I thought you liked me mean,” He purred low, rolling his hips upward in a languid manner as he allowed you to take most of the control, “Isn't that what got you this wet?” He questioned, his fingers that helped spread you open brushing along where the two of you were connected making you both moan out loud.
He winced as you gripped his hair somehow harder than before sending a tingle through his scalp and his spine. His breath hitched when your free hand came up to wrap around his throat giving it a gentle yet firm squeeze.
“You like it mean, too. I bet you got hard after every argument and got yourself off just dreaming of doing something like this.” You retorted shakily but your movements got braver, the grinding turning into you fully bouncing in Ten’s lap with the faint sound of skin slapping against skin filling the empty room now.
“Y-Yeah, yeah, yes,” Ten’s voice came out strained as his own thrusts started becoming more vigorous, “Fuck, it turns me on. Made me want to bend you over the desk and fill you up.” He nearly gasped when your pussy clenched around him tightly in response, bouncing even harder in his lap while the pressure around his neck and the grip on his scalp persisted. “I’ll cum in you r-right now if you let me.” He rushed out, almost whining as you faltered with a whine of your own.
You really shouldn’t. You know you shouldn't. You were already fucking him without a condom and, although you were on birth control, this was still risky as hell.
And yet your brain couldn't be more clouded than it was now, the faint desperate ‘please’ slipping out of Ten’s mouth egging you on to ride him faster as you leaned over towards his ear to whisper into it. “I dare you.”
Ten let out a string of profanities as he pulled you slightly up in his lap by your hips, halfway pulled out, before fucking up into you at a speed that left your mouth hanging open. You felt his dick starting to pulse inside of you as he pounded up relentlessly.
The sounds inside of the room were nothing short of pornographic, heavy breathing and moaning coming from the both of you. You had half a mind to remember your surroundings as well as your combined volume of noise.
That was until you heard a faint, audible creak, the all too familiar sound of the room’s door, making the two of you abruptly stop.
You shot Ten a look to make sure you weren't the only one that heard it and you realized his eyes were already looking over your shoulder with narrowed slits.
The proper response to the possibility of you being caught having sex with your coworker in your workplace (even if there were no students in the building) would’ve been to scramble off the desk out of the compromising position and attempt to get some clothes on. Maybe even hide if you hadn't been caught yet and hopefully save yourself the embarrassment.
But Ten’s grip tightened around your waist before you could even think of slipping him out, keeping your body in place. “Come in. Right now.” He said out loud, the words clearly not directed to you. You gawked at him for a second and then craned your neck to the side to look over your shoulder.
For a moment, you thought maybe the door creaking had just been a figment of your imagination and no one was actually there. But after a few more seconds the door creaked open a sliver, allowing the eavesdropper to slip in before shutting the door behind them with a ‘click’.
“How long have you been listening?” Ten accused, his tone laced with something that would've made you shiver if it weren't for your body sitting still in complete surprise at who your eyes had landed on, now on this side of the door.
Taeyong wrung his hands together, the rings on his fingers shifting with the nervous movement as his eyes diverted to everywhere else in the room but the position you and Ten were in on top of the desk. “I’m sorry,” He muttered, “I didn't think… I-I just came to come look for you two and I–” He shook his head. “Sorry.”
You made another attempt to get up and Ten pinched your thigh, causing you to yelp. This made Taeyong glance over and your eyes locked for a second before he looked away with a flustered look on his face.
“What the fuck are you doing?” You whispered in a hiss at Ten as he smoothed over your skin with his thumb. “Are you trying to get us fired?” The question came out and you realized how silly it sounded. Why wouldn't you get fired? You were literally caught fucking by your boss during your promotion celebration, one you hadn't even been able to celebrate for more than 2 hours at that.
This was an unemployment speed run. Better yet, a speed run for an arrest.
“We’re not getting fired.” Ten said matter-of-factly as he tried not to roll his eyes. As if you were the one being unreasonable right now. “Isn't that right, Taeyong?” He called out to him over your shoulder in a sickeningly sweet voice.
“Of course not…” Taeyong replied and Ten smirked up at your bewildered face. “See? He just wanted to watch, that's all.” He reassured you. Like being watched by your boss while you got fucked was something normal. “You two… do this often or something?” You asked, the pieces of this confusing puzzle slowly falling into place and giving you some type of clarity.
“Not often. Not too many people get to see that side of him,” Ten answered thoughtfully before giving your sides a squeeze, “Enough talking, though. You wanna keep going or did the little pervert ruin it?” He asked and you shot a look over your shoulder at Taeyong again, taking in his timid appearance. This was different from how you normally saw the man, intimidating in appearance and usually keeping a calm demeanor.
You’d be lying if you said it didn't interest and spike something within you.
“Is he gonna join?” You asked, starting to roll your hips slowly as Ten grunted and squeezed at your sides harder. “If you want him to, he can.” He answered, nails starting to dig into your soft flesh. You rested your forehead against his shoulder with a sigh, nodding in agreement before Ten directed his attention to Taeyong. “Hey, pervert, come here.”
Taeyong flinched at the name, the flush on his face deepening from being called out. Nonetheless, he slowly made his way across the room until he stood a little distance from the scene in front of him. Ten shot him a glare and his body stiffened.
“Thanks to your interruption, we didn't get to finish. So, I think a little punishment is needed, Hm?” Ten hummed, hands running up and down your thighs as you lightly trembled at the sensation. “Take it out.” He ordered and the next thing you could hear was the sound of a belt unfastening and the rustling of pants. You heard Taeyong groan softly and you clenched around Ten at the noise.
“Now jerk yourself off and try not to cum on yourself while you watch. Don’t stop until I’m done filling her up like how I was supposed to be doing. Got it?” Ten instructed, starting to lean back onto the desk again as he began grinding into you.
Taeyong whimpered in response but he must've gave Ten a nod of his head in understanding because he started up his pace from before, gradually fucking up into your pussy with more energy.
Your eyes found Taeyong’s again, wanting to watch the man with peak curiosity as you rode Ten. His dick was more flushed than his face, an angry reddened color on the tip as he stroked himself to full hardness. He had barely started and he already looked dazed and fucked out of his mind, it made you start to bounce on Ten’s dick faster.
“Getting off to this too?” Ten teased and you bit down on your lip hard as he delivered a slap onto one of your ass cheeks. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn't expecting this to happen. I’m glad you’re into it, though.” He said, another slap coming down onto your other cheek making you moan.
A whine could be heard from Taeyong and you gave him an intense look, his hand stuttering in its movement. “Don’t tell me you're gonna cum already?” You asked mockingly and the hand around his dick stopped briefly to squeeze at the base.
“I’m trying.” He sounds breathless when he responds back, a little pathetic if you’re being honest. It only makes you want to see him crumble more.
“Try harder. Or you're not gonna cum at all.” You threatened, feeling braver with every passing minute. You really don't know what's possessing you. Maybe it's the little position of power you seemed to have fallen into that makes you say, “Why don't you come over here and help?”
And he doesn't hesitate. Taeyong immediately comes up behind you, pressing his chest to your back and essentially pinning his erection between your bodies. His hand snakes around to the front of your body where you and Ten are still connected and he gathers enough slick before rubbing circles onto your clit.
It’s like a chain reaction once his fingers press down onto your sensitive bud. You feel like the air has been punched out of you as your walls contract around Ten in a vice grip, in turn causing him to thrust into you harder and faster. You feel the coil in the lower part of your stomach wound up tightly as you were approaching your release.
“Fuck, I’m close.” Ten groaned out with furrowed eyebrows, likely teetering right on the edge of his own release as he desperately chased it. He finally tipped over when you wrapped your hand around his throat and tightened, a chorus of curses and moans and ‘just like that’ spilling from his lips as he came deep inside of you.
Feeling the warmth pooling into you paired with the fingers still rubbing at your clit and the hard length pressed between your ass, subtly grinding into it, it was only a matter of time before the coil in you snapped. Your walls spasmed around Ten as you cried out and followed him in releasing, the glide becoming wetter as you fucked yourself through your orgasm.
Both of your bodies trembled from slight overstimulation and once you both started coming down from your highs and stopped your movements completely, you lifted yourself to slip him out of you and felt the first trickle of Ten’s cum dribble out of your pussy.
Taeyong stopped grinding against you and held the base of his dick again so he wouldn't cum on himself but you promptly grabbed at his wrist on his free hand to bring him closer. Ten watched and let out a scoff. “How nice. Looks like you're getting a reward now.”
Blinking profusely, Taeyong looked between your body then up at your face and then at Ten’s. “I-I… Please. Can I?” He questioned in a strained, pleading voice and you simply tugged on his wrist again until he prodded at your entrance with his tip.
“Make it quick.”
It’s a bit awkward.
No. It’s very fucking awkward now.
It had been an hour or so after that happened and the three of you went back to the auditorium as if absolutely nothing happened.
You didn't say much as you got yourself together nor when you made it back to continue the party. You half expected them to act as if that whole thing didn't happen and just never talk about it again. Maybe you were hoping that's what would happen if that would save you from the awkwardness you felt.
But it seemed like tonight was just not gonna go how you expected to at all.
You can't help but shift on both feet as you and Ten wait outside of the school’s parking lot for Taeyong. Once he concluded the celebration and everyone started heading out to leave, he caught you before you could sneak away and asked to talk once everyone had left. A sense of dread crawled up your spine and made a home within your chest as you started to think about the worst possible outcomes.
“You look like you're about to piss yourself.” Ten snickered, hand stuffed into his coat pockets casually. If looks could kill, you would be sure to take him out quickly with the glare you gave him. “He already said you're not getting fired. Stop worrying.” He pointed out as he shook some of the hair falling into his eyes’ view.
That was easier said than done, you were sure you would pass out from overthinking if the man didn't hurry up and say what he needed to say.
And as if speaking him into existence, Taeyong exited out the front door entrance before making his way through the parking lot to where you and Ten had stood waiting.
He gave a silent nod in greeting and you nodded back, unsure of what the fuck to do, while Ten just stared emotionlessly. “Look,” Taeyong sighed, his voice calm and even and nothing like the submissive whiny man who was wrapped around your finger just a few hours ago, “You can never do that here at the school again. Ever.” He said firmly, eyes shifting between the two of you.
“We.” Ten corrected, smirking smugly when Taeyong is unable to retort back and begins stuttering as his face reddens. You decide to cut in before Ten says anything else. “You’re right. We won't do that again here, I promise. We’re really sorry.” You said quickly with a tight smile. Ten opened his mouth to say something but you jabbed him in the rib with your elbow making him wince.
“Yeah, sure,” He said through gritted teeth, rubbing at his side with a huff, “So, does that mean we can do this again outside of the school?” Ten asked, earning a look from both you and Taeyong. One look of shock and the other something akin to murderous.
“That’s not what he meant at all-”
“-Would you be okay with that?”
…Huh?
You looked over at Taeyong with a tilt of your head. “You want to do this again?” You asked him, not entirely convinced you heard him correctly. But he looked away with a deepening blush that reached his ears only confirming what you had heard. “I’m not opposed to it… I’m pretty sure we all enjoyed what we did. We just can’t do that here.” He said, stressing the last part again.
It made sense, he still was your boss at the end of the day and it was pretty risky to do it where you could've easily gotten walked in on. And you weren't too keen on getting yourself in trouble after only just getting promoted. “Alright… We can talk more about this after Christmas?” You questioned, being met with immediate agreement.
You exchanged numbers to keep in touch, something you couldn't help but chuckle at since this would be the first time having any of these men’s numbers after all these years, before Taeyong headed off towards his car to leave first.
“God, I’m really two for two. A promotion and dick. You kinda owe me.” Ten giggled, walking alongside you as he walked you to your car. A little act of kindness you couldn't help but find cute despite the shit coming out of his mouth. He moved out of the way before your elbow could connect with his ribs again, cursing at him as you let a little smile grace your features.
How this new dynamic would play out between the three of you, you would have to just wait and see how things would turn out. But just like Christmas and the New Year approaching, you couldn't help but anticipate.
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uyukyeom · 7 months
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uyukyeom’s august nct/tbz fic recs <3
ik this list would ususally have more groups repped, but i was so deep in my nct phase (as evidenced below the cut), that i didn’t get to read for many other groups besides tbz and nct D: 
that being said, i read so many fics that you can be assured that the ones below are super good, top notch, absolutely delectable pieces of fiction ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝
as ususal, if you have any fic recs for me please send them my way :3 i’m always looking for new reads on tumblr and ao3 <3
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content – s: smut (minors DNI), a: angst, f: fluff
✦ – written fic, ✧ – smau
☆ favorite!!!
NCT
✢ 서영호 johnny suh
✦ oh, boy, it’s you || @domjaehyun || s | f | a || one-shot || 30k || 
↳ i feel like i don’t have to elaborate very far beyond soulmate johnny? it’s so deeply-in-love johnny and y/n, which i absolutely devoured. but seriously, jewel has a fantastic masterlist and everything i’ve read has been super good. definitely a new fav nct writer! 
✢ 이영흠 ten
✦ the demon in my dreams || @anashins || s || one-shot || 7k || 
✢ 나재민 na jaemin
✦ after you || @ryozaki21 || s | f | a || one shot || 19k || 
✦  besties (gone sexual) || @tyonfs || s | f | a || series one-shot || 43k || 
↳ i spent a whole day reading the whole bitch hunter series and it was so good. if you like university!aus it’s a definite must read. i added my two favorites from the series to the list for this month, but they’re all really well written! 
✢ 이민형 mark lee
✦ sweet cream, cold brew || @lucyandthepen || s || one-shot || 26k || 
✢ 이동혁 lee donghyuck
✦ what the puck! || @choerrypuffs || f | a || one-shot || 11k || ☆ ||
↳  if you’re like me and your favorite trope is haechan being a little bit annoying (in an endearing way), this is the perfect read!! i absolutely ate this fic up (plus it helped me get out of my reading slump this month :D)
✦ dancing in my backseat || @rrxnjun || f || one-shot || 24k || 
✦ and they were roommates || @tyonfs || s | f | a || series one-shot || 17k || ☆ ||
✦ pussy fiend || @domjaehyun || s || two-shot || 68k || ☆ || 
TBZ
✢ 이상영 lee sangyeon
✦ tattle-tale || @sankyeom || f || one-shot || 5k || 
✢ 김선우 kim sunwoo
✦ rhapsody anonymous || @sungbeam || f | a || series one-shot || 28k || ☆ ||
↳ this whole series is actually so good, i read it all in one day T-T it was the first tbz series/fics i’ve ever read, and now i’m kinda invested. i already loved a lot of beam’s other works, but this series is def my fav! you can find it here~
✢ 손영재 eric son
✦ flight risk || @sungbeam || f | a || series one-shot || 30k || ☆ ||
↳ this is probably my fav fic from the love in unity series, so please check it out! smth about the eric-y/n dynamic in this fic (and in subsequent cameos in other fics) made me so happy :p
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idyllicallycharming · 2 years
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that's just my love | jeong jaehyun
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pairing : jeong jaehyun x fem!reader
words. 783
content : slight angst, suggestive themes, mentions of self-pitying and insecruties, fluff at the end ig
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Being Jeong Jaehyun's girlfriend wasn't easy. He was everything a woman could have ever wished to have. He was charming, friendly, humorous, he's good in sports, he has a voice that can make everyone fall inlove with him once he talks or sing. He literally has everything.
And you realized you weren't half pretty as the girls whose approaching him. You wondered why he pursued you. You never felt good when you see yourself in the mirror. You weren't as curvy as them, weren't as flawless as their skin, and not too talented to be envied. For you, you were just the average. And being in a party tonight isn't helping when you're feeling like this.
"Hey, man!" Johnny approaches Jaehyun whose hand is on your back. "Hi, Y/N!" He smiled brightly at you as you do the same.
You look around, 127 is completely here...with different girls on their side. You knew one of them who was talking to Doyoung, it was Karina. Mina and Arin was there too. You just couldn't point out the others.
"Hi, Jae!" You turn your head to look at the girl who's coming your way, she placed her hand at his arm and kissed his cheek. Now she justs completely ignores your existence. You rolled your eyes while your head was down.
"Hey, Gi. This is Y/N. My girlfriend." Jaehyun looks at you dearly, his smile reaching his eyes. Who wouldn't do the same? "Hi. Yeah, I know her. Giselle!" You sounded so cheerful, thank God. Or anytime now, you could break down.
She raised her brow, and smiled sarcastically at you, "Of course, Y/N. I'll see you around then, Jae." Her face changes once she looks at Jaehyun, adoration in her eyes. Great. This will be a fucking night.
You and Jaehyun were just on the couch. Canned of beer in your hands while he lets his lips linger on your cheek. The whole night, Jaehyun has been on your side, talking to his friends, including you in the conversation as you try to put effort in joining them.
Jaehyun excused himself, he said he was going to the bathroom while you laugh at the bickering that was happening in front of you.
"How is my singing, Mark? Tell me. It's heavenly right?" Haechan says, a voice pitch higher than most girls.
"It's like buying a fucking pie and finding out it has no fillings inside, dude." Mark says as everyone roars with laughter.
"That's some The Witcher quote right there." The room was filled with laughter once again. You see Giselle standing up and going to where Jaehyun headed. You shrugged it off, thinking that it was nothing.
Minutes passed, Jaehyun came back, Giselle behind him. His defined jaw was more evident as he clench his teeth while he got seated next to you. You stared at him, "What's wrong, babe?" You ask, confused.
He looks around, and shakes his head, "Was bringing you here a mistake? Are you okay?"
You wrinkled your forehead, "What do you mean, hm? I'm having fun."
He looks at you from your eyes to your lips, his warm palm on your cheek, "I want you to know that you are enough, that for me, no one else gets close to what you are and I fucking love you for that."
You glanced at Giselle who was looking at you, she looks rejected, you swear you saw a tear ran down on her face. And you realize what just happened. She tried to.
You looked at your boyfriend again who was now looking down, playing with your fingers. You lift his chin up using your index finger. "Hey, we can talk when we get home. Okay? I know that so you don't have to worry. Or you're just terribly drunk, babe." You chuckle as you peck at his lips.
Jaehyun wraps his arm on your waist, caging you in until your knees touch. He inhales your scent, "We don't have to go home to talk," He whispers on your ear, you let out a hum.
"I have a room here, baby. We can...talk." He whispers to your ear again, sensually. You jokingly pinched his arm, "Aw, I was just kidding." He laughs, dimples are showing.
He lifts you up, placing you on his lap as his friends stopped chatting and turned their attention to the both of you intead.
"Man is fucking whipped." Yuta cheers. Jaehyun hides his face to the crook of your neck, "Shut up, Yuta. Get a girlfriend." The bunch teased Yuta as a result.
With Jaehyun's arms wrapped around you and his lips on your neck, what could go wrong? You couldn't be any more relieved and assured. Thank God for Jeong Jaehyun.
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3raaaachachacha · 2 years
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Jung Yoon Oh / 477 words / angst / fluff / suggestive
93. “say you want me, and i’m yours.” & 95. “i want to taste you”
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"You just don't get it!" You scoffed as you paced yourself around the lounge room, arms crossed over your chest.
"What's there not to get, Y/N?" Jaehyun questioned, jumping up from his seat on the couch and making his way towards you.
You stopped in tracks, resting against the wall as you sighed in annoyance, your fingers carding through your messy hair, "It's not that easy, Jae. You know that."
"It is that easy, Y/N!" Jaehyun exclaimed, "You're the one that's making this situation so much harder than it needs to be! I've confessed to you, I've told you how I feel. So what's stopping us? What’s stopping you?”
You placed your hands on his chest, pushing him away as he tried to get closer to you, "You know this can change everything, especially our friendship and career if things get messy. Fuck, I'm in love with you too, you know that, but I just don't know what to do!"
Jaehyun pulled your hands away from his chest, dropping them gently to your side, "Say you want me, and I'm yours," Jaehyun grinned, one hand now firmly positioned on your waist and the other holding your cheek in a gentle manner, body flushed against yours.
You looked up into Jaehyun's eyes, loving the way your best friend looked at you. For months, you'd wished for this, but you've always tried to brush your feelings away in the worry you'd break the best friendship you could have asked for and his idol career. Tonight, however, Jaehyun confessed since he was so tired of beating around the bushes, especially when he saw you lounging on the couch after a shitty day, he just wanted to hold and kiss you.
Jaehyun leaned forward, resting his forehead against yours. Your breathing both warm and heavy against one another the moment his nose touches yours. You want this, you want this so bad, but was it worth it?
"I want to taste you," Jaehyun whispered as he leaned forward, lips inches away from yours, "So bad."
"Then do it," You mumbled softly with a sigh, "Just kiss me, make me yours and tell me what I'm doing is right."
Jaehyun was a man of his words, he leaned forward and captured your lips in a passionate kiss, slipping his tongue in when he saw that you reciprocating and only pulling away when the two of you were out of breath.
"Trust me when I say we are doing nothing wrong," He cooed, hand caressing your cheek and wiping away the stray tear that fell, "We're just two young adults, learning to love and live our lives. We've got this, because we've got each other to rely on when things get tough."
"Thank you," You mumbled shyly, hiding your face in his chest, "For making me realize what I want is important too.”
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