Includes: YANDERE!CHAN, restraints, possessiveness, daddy kink, fem!reader, unprotected sex aftercare, 18+, it's not graphic but it's toxic
W/c: 800
It's 3am. Chris spirals.
You wake to the sound of plastic tightening.
Not the sheets. Not the window.
Click.
Then pressure on your wrist.
Your eyes open, slow.
And there he is.
Standing over you, shirtless, his biceps flexed, breath ragged—zip tie already looped around his wrist. Already half cinched around yours.
“Chris?” Your voice is hoarse. Dry. “What are you..”
“Don’t move.” His voice is low. Croaky. Not fully awake. Not fully sane.
His eyes flick from the tie to your face. “Need it. I fucking—need this, baby.”
You blink. “You’re...are you okay?”
“No.” He yanks the tie fast, hard. The plastic scrapes your skin. Tight.
Now you’re bound. His wrist to yours.
He exhales like it’s the first breath he’s taken all night.
“Didn’t leave,” he mutters. “Didn’t leave but I..I couldn’t—I woke up and you were turned away and I couldn’t fucking feel you. Couldn’t feel you. My chest went..." He clutches his chest in a frenzy, looking back at you.
"blank. My fuckin’ head, baby, it was—it was gone.”
“Chris...”
“Shut up.”
You flinch.
His hand flies to your cheek a second later and his touch is gentle, shaking like he hates himself for the snap, but refuses to stop moving.
“I told you. You’re mine. You...you don’t get to fucking disappear in your sleep. You don’t get to turn your back like that. Not after what we’ve done. Not after what I’ve—fuck, baby, I’ll lose it. I swear to fuckin’ God I’ll lose it if I can’t—”
He pulls your zip-tied hands over your head.
Presses his forehead to yours.
His cock is hard. Pressed up against your thigh through his briefs. He’s breathing like a rabid animal.
“You’re gonna take it.” His voice is lower now. Controlled. Dominant. Terrifyingly calm. “I’m not asking. Not tonight.”
“…okay.”
His pupils flicker.
You nod, slowly. “You can have me.”
He growls.
One hand shoves the sheets down your body, the other tangled in your zip-tied wrist. He keeps you anchored, locked, owned.
“Fuckin’ finally,” he mutters. “Finally—fuck—I need—I need to feel you clamp while I’m losin’ it. Need to feel you sob for me while I’m still—still in you, baby, I swear—”
He fumbles with his briefs. Hisses as he drags them low.
You’re soaked. His voice alone did that.
He shoves your thighs apart, climbs over you—caging, panting, trembling but still dominant, still in control.
And then—
He slides in. Bare. Full. No warning.
You scream into the pillow, tears rushing instantly. Not pain. Not fear. Just the pressure of it. The way he stretches you. The way he needs.
He groans into your throat. “There. There she is. Daddy’s home.”
The zip-tied hands above your head start shaking. From him. From you. Doesn’t matter. You’re one.
He starts fucking into you hard. Fast. Frantic. No rhythm. Just rutting. Breathing into your mouth.
“You feel that?” he snarls. “Feel me losin’ it? Gonna come inside you and not fuckin’ stop, baby. Gonna stay. You get that? This is what you do to me.”
You cry out. His name. Your legs tremble. The bed creaks. He doesn’t stop.
He squeezes your wrist harder—zip-tied to his—keeps your bodies tangled as he breaks.
“Touch that pretty little clit for me, wanna feel you baby"
You do.
He feels it. The clench. The scream. The sob.
Then he groans. Loud. Animalistic.
And finishes inside you with one final shove—buried. Staying. Not pulling out. Not even breathing for a full ten seconds.
After, he stays wrapped around you, both of you still zip-tied.
The sweat. The mess. The tears. His cum leaking from between your thighs.
But his voice is calm now.
He nuzzles your hair. Kisses your cheek.
“I’ll cut it soon. Just lemme—lemme feel you like this a bit longer.”
You don’t answer.
You just squeeze his hand.
And he kisses the spot above your pulse. Again. And again. And again.
— contains adult content, minors do not interact 🔞 —
[ abstract ]: He breaks up relationships, professionally. Lee Minho is the man people call when they wanna end things with their (not so) better half but don’t have the guts to do it. But everything changes, when he receives an offer from his former best friend and college roommate who needs desperate help to break up with his fiancée—you. However, this complicates everything. After all, you’ve been the only person that’s ever made Minho believe that true love might actually exist. So, what happens when you take the delivered message about the break up not so well and Minho—feeling guilty—offers you a place to stay, all while pushing away the feelings he’s had for you for years?
[ parts ]: EP. 1 — YOU BROKE ME FIRST | EP. 2 — ??? (tbd 25/08/20; updates every sunday, wednesday and friday)
[ general ]: minho + fem reader, childhood friends/enemies → lovers, non idol au, ex’s enemy, their mums are besties, demisexual reader, angst + fluff + (eventual) smut, sunshine x grumpy, she falls first but he falls harder, a few flashback scenes, minho has huge commitment issues and reader is a hopeless romantic, minho is constantly wearing a leather jacket and looks damn hot in it (or should this be a warning?)
[ warning ]: explicit sexual scenes [ tags for each chapter will be added individually ], consumption of alcohol, betrayal and manipulation, commitment issues, anxiety attacks, daddy issues (minho) [ pls make sure to watch out for individual warnings for each chapter ]
[ words ]: 0/~40K [ ongoing! ]
[ note ]: hey my beloveds! this is a fresh start and repost of a story I originally posted last December but never finished. I hope you will enjoy it! Regarding taglist: please only ask to be added if you plan to interact meaningfully (reblogs with text, asks, DMs, replies etc.) with the fic. If you don’t, I will have to remove you again and make space for someone else since I have to tag everyone individually for each chapter which is a lot of work. I hope you understand! 🩵
[ !! ]: the beautiful dividers are from @saradika-graphics
“yeah, i could be gentle… but that aint what you like.”
.+*contains: softdom!yunho x bratty sub!femreader . . . || degradation | soft dom switch to hard dom | light bondage | squirting ||
.+*wc: 1.3k
synopsis: your loving boyfriend has always taken care of you as if you were a delicate piece of glass. tonight? you’ve definitely tested his limits.
m i k a 🌷: naturally… i would be inspired by the freaked out lyrics of in your fantasy. ESPECIALLY MY MANS YUNHO’S LINES GRAHHHHHH. anywho, enjoy. this was longer than i intended.
m a s t e r l i s t .
he tried.
he really, really tried to be gentle with you tonight.
yunho had started off slow—sweet kisses, soft touches, letting his hands explore you like you were delicate. like you might break.
but you? you weren’t in the mood to be handled with care.
you’d pulled at his hair, whined about how slow he was going, rolled your hips down onto his lap with too much purpose. and when he pushed your shirt up, brushing his fingers over your ribs with reverence, you looked him dead in the eye and said:
“you gonna keep treating me like a soft baby, or you gonna fuck me already?”
something in him snapped.
his fingers stopped mid-stroke. his gaze sharpened. and the next time he touched you, it wasn’t careful.
it was commanding.
he dragged you off his lap and threw you on the bed like you were nothing but a toy he was tired of teasing.
“you’ve got a smart mouth,” he muttered, standing over you, eyes raking down your body. “i’ve been nothing but sweet to you. and you’re still acting like a fucking brat.”
you smirked, thinking it was a game.
but when he grabbed your jaw and made you look up at him, there was no sweetness left in his expression.
“you wanna get used?” he asked, tone dark and dangerous. “you wanna see what i’m like when i stop pretending to be nice?”
your breath caught.
“get on your knees.”
you obeyed. fast. something about his voice left no room for hesitation.
you settled between his legs, hands resting on your thighs, chest rising with anticipation. he undid his belt with maddening calm, letting the leather drag through the loops. you could hear your pulse in your ears.
“open your mouth.”
you did, lips parting slowly.
yunho ran his thumb along your lower lip, then slipped it inside—watching as you instinctively wrapped your tongue around it.
“look at you,” he muttered. “always so defiant until i put something in your mouth.”
he dragged his thumb out and replaced it with two fingers—deep, rough, pressing past your tongue and holding them there until your throat clenched.
“gag on it, baby,” he cooed. “show me how much you wanna choke on my cock.”
you whimpered.
he pulled his fingers out, wiped them on your cheek, then used them to tilt your face up again. “such a good little slut when you’re quiet.”
he dragged you up by your arm and bent you over the bed without warning. the tie he usually wore for work became your wrist restraint, looped behind your back and tugged taut.
“keep those hands there. move, and i stop. understood?”
“yes,” you breathed. “yes, yunho.”
he slid your panties down slow—just to admire the way you were already soaked.
“fucking dripping,” he muttered. “you’re disgusting— pathetic thing.”
you moaned.
“you like that? being called names?” he spat, pushing your legs apart with his knee. “want me to treat you like the little cockdrunk toy you are?”
“yes, fuck—please—”
you didn’t get to finish begging.
because yunho slammed into you in one unforgiving thrust.
you screamed into the sheets, body jolting forward from the force.
“that what you wanted?” he growled, grabbing your tied wrists and shoving them into the small of your back. “you wanted to be fucked like a hole? just used until you cry?”
“yes—yes—yes—”
“mm. now you’re being honest.”
he pulled out almost completely before thrusting back in, harder. faster. his hips slapping against your ass with obscene rhythm.
“feel that? how deep i am?” he grunted. “you’re so fucking small, i can feel your pussy sucking me in. greedy little thing.”
your legs shook. your body was already trembling.
and then he reached around and slapped your clit.
hard.
“don’t you dare cum,” he growled. “not until i say.”
“fuck—yunho—please—”
“you don’t get to beg, baby,” he hissed into your ear. “you lost that right the second you started acting like a brat.”
he kept thrusting. kept rubbing your clit. kept making filthy little observations between groans. “you hear how wet you are? nasty fucking sounds, baby.”
“look at that—your thighs are shaking. you gonna fall apart already?”
“what would your friends say if they saw you like this, huh? bent over and drooling for me?”
your body jolted again.
“answer me.”
“they’d—they’d say i’m a fucking mess,” you sobbed. “they’d say i’m pathetic for loving it—”
yunho groaned like it turned him on more than anything.
“pathetic little mess,” he echoed, thrusting faster. “you’re gonna cum now. do it. i want this pussy ruined.”
you exploded.
your orgasm hit like a flood, body twitching, mouth open in a silent cry, tears dripping down your cheeks as he fucked you through it.
but he didn’t stop.
not when you clenched. not when you begged. not even when your knees collapsed and your face pressed into the mattress.
“what’s the matter, angel?” he taunted, voice still sweet despite how brutal his hips were. “thought this was what you wanted?”
you sobbed. incoherent. overstimulated.
he leaned over and whispered: “i could’ve been gentle. could’ve kissed you slow, made you cum on my fingers like always. but that ain’t what you like, is it?”
you whimpered, trying to pull away.
he slapped your ass and pinned your hips down.
“nah, don’t run now. take it.”
you came again. violently. messily. your legs gave out and your body shuddered like you’d been struck by lightning.
“fuck,” yunho grunted. “you’re squirting on my cock.”
he sounded proud. “good fucking girl.”
he finally groaned when he came, deep and long, pulling your wrists up as he buried himself to the hilt. your cunt twitched around him, completely spent, wrecked, stretched beyond recognition.
you both breathed heavy.
and then—
his hand slid to your back.
gentle. soft. stroking.
“you okay, angel?”
you nodded, tears still on your cheeks, face flushed.
he kissed your temple, then untied your wrists with careful fingers.
“you were so perfect for me,” he whispered. “did so fucking well.”
you slurred something close to “thank you,” brain foggy from orgasm after orgasm.
he pulled you into his chest, kissing your shoulder. “next time,” he whispered, voice low and teasing, “maybe think twice before calling me soft.”
What the Fuck is Up with Secretary Hong? Pt. 5 - Lying (Down) (in a Bed) (That I Made)
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୨୧ pairing: lee jihoon x fem!reader || ୨୧ word count: 0.2k || ୨୧ genre: smut || ୨୧ tags: fingering, praise kink || ୨୧ synopsis: "I love the sounds you make when you come undone." || ⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: For my darling @kwanisms!
↪ WANT A DRABBLE DIARY ENTRY? REQUEST ONE.ᐟ
Jihoon didn’t mean to use the audio clip in his newest song, per se. It just happened that way.
You sounded so beautiful so close to the edge of your release, he had to take a snippet of it. He only intended to use it for his own explicit nights alone in a faraway city.
“I love the sounds you make when you come undone,” Jihoon said into your neck as his fingers continued thrusting in and out of you. His other hand held tightly to his phone, the recording continuing on as you kept feeling the knot inside of you tighten to the point of snapping.
When you did meet your orgasm, your body was strung out and your eyes were half-lidded, you could barely make out your own bedroom, much less Jihoon’s phone screen.
He listened to the piece on loop, trying hard not to touch himself in the studio he’s made a home for ten years. And then the idea comes to him with such strength, he can’t even talk himself out of his own devious thought.
By the time the song comes out, and you can hear the faintest sounds of your breathy voice interwoven with the instrumental, you want to kill your boyfriend.
“What’s wrong with everyone hearing how beautiful you are, babe?” Jihoon smirks as he pulls you close, apologies spilling from his lips and kisses planted on your skin to prove he means it.
୨୧ pairing: yang (I.N) jeongin x fem!reader
୨୧ word count: 3.2k
୨୧ genre: light comedy, smut
୨୧ tags: college au, TA!reader, collegestudent!jeongin, a bit perverted jeongin, degradation, dirty talk, pet names, body worship, semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, cum stuffing
୨୧ synopsis: You're his TA; Jeongin's not supposed to be thinking about you, the picture-perfect girl. Yet, he can't control himself or his physical reactions when he's around you. He needs to let his feelings out once and for all, before he spends another class sexually frustrated.
⟢ AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you to my lovely friends for beta-ing this fic once again (@xomakara, @lovetaroandtaemin, @tbzhub, @mini-mews, and @gyubakeries).
Jeongin thinks now that you’re doing it on purpose.
Whenever you catch his eye amid Professor Bang’s lectures and give him a secret smile or conspiratory wink, he senses what you’re doing. The first couple of times at the start of the semester, he thought he was delusional.
You only spoke a handful of times about his attendance and missed marks on the first assignment. There was no way that you, his ethnolinguistics teacher’s TA, has an interest in him. He’s just a little sophomore, still indecisive about what dinner to eat in the dining hall.
Jeongin reckons you have it all figured out by now. You’re too composed, too structured, too mature. Too perfect for someone like him.
Now, he thinks it’s all a cat-and-mouse game to you, and you’re simply waiting for him to take the bait.
Right now, you have your chin in your hand, flitting between typing notes and comments on Professor Bang’s lecture on your computer and staring at Jeongin. He’s spent the past hour pretending not to notice your eyes burning into him. Now, he no longer cares.
After a handful of minutes sharing glances, you tug at your bottom lip between your teeth. Instantly, Jeongin feels the blood flow out of his face and into the center of his legs. Thank God there’s a large desk sparing everyone, including you, a peek at the growing tightness of his sweatpants.
He wonders what your body would do in his hands. How it would feel to palm your chest with his fingers, drag each digit along your skin until they discover the secret parts of you that love pleasure. What it would feel like to capture that bottom lip with his own teeth.
The minutes drag on, achingly slow yet incredibly fast, until Professor Bang signals the end of class. Jeongin can’t stand up yet, still sporting a tent in his pants he can’t quell with a few quick absurd and horribly unsexy thoughts.
Gym socks. Family dinners. Hyunjin’s morning breath. Nothing works.
As other students and Professor Bang himself make their way to the exit, Hyunjin stays stock still. You gather your stuff, but you notice out of the corner of your eye Jeongin remaining in his seat. You smile at him before asking, “Yinnie, you alright?”
Don’t fucking call me that, he thinks with a tightening gut. It takes any of the power from his thoughts away, your voice and your words keeping a firm grip on his body’s current state.
“Fine!” Jeongin responds, voice a little too high and clipped.
You chuckle and step closer when you have all of your materials in your bookbag, sauntering over like you aren’t the cause of his current demise. “You didn’t take a lot of notes today. Something on your mind?”
What do you think?
He chuckles breathlessly and taps his pencil against his still open notebook. “Nervous about the final next month, I think.” He tries to focus on your face and not how close you are to him, the desk separating the two of you by a half a dozen feet. “Sometimes I get easily distracted.”
You click your teeth, smiling the entire time. “Well, if you ever need help to get back on track”—you lean your head a fraction closer to his over the desk, making all the nerves in his body spike—”just let me know.”
You re-adjust the strap of your bag and walk out of the classroom. Jeongin’s mind remains a jumbled mess as his dick stays incredibly hard, the implicitness of your words and actions leaving the poor guy without a clue how to relieve his recent problem.
“Did she actually see your boner?” Hyunjin asks before taking another swig of his beer.
“I don’t know!” Jeongin groans face-first into his pillow. “I felt so confident before I actually opened my mouth, and then it all went south.”
Jeongin ran back to his dorm after the debacle this morning to not only jerk off but bitch about his problems to Hyunjin, his roommate, the second the older one arrived home. In an hour, Jeongin's European Art History class begins, but he's too exhausted, both physically and mentally, to concentrate.
“While your dick started pointing north, huh?” Hyunjin winks and chuckles.
“Hyune, it’s not funny,” Jeongin says with muffled sadness.
His best friend sets his beer down and sighs. “It’s not wrong to like her, given she likes you back. Just try to control yourself and ask her out next time.”
“How do I do that when even the smallest sound from her mouth makes me hard?” He rises from his bed to stare at his friend, utterly lost.
“Maybe you don’t need to talk,” Hyunjin suggests, his eyes glinting with suggestive flare. “Grab her after class when the opportunity strikes.”
Jeongin ponders the thought. If all of his assumptions were incorrect, it would only be a short time before the class ends and he’ll never have to see you again and his desires can die right where they began. And if not, who knows where it will go?
Jeongin pops the bubblegum against his lips before walking into the classroom. To his surprise, the only one in the room is you and another student. Professor Bang would typically be at the podium, rifling through papers, but you stand in his place.
It wasn’t abnormal for you to teach here and there if Bang was absent. But seeing you in a floral midi skirt and low-cut top, he thinks he may sport another erection throughout the entire three hours of class.
“Hey,” you say when you look up from your laptop, instantly smiling. “You’re early today.”
He smiles and places his items in the front row. Choosing to sit directly in front of you today, he has to calm the increasing tempo of his heartbeat. He has to pace himself and relax. It’s only a smile, a world-upending one, but one that has no obligations or innuendos attached. “Professor Bang out sick?”
You nod with a solemn smile. Earlier that day, Professor Bang notified everyone that his daughter needed a babysitter and that you would be in charge; however, Jeongin wants to hear the words from your perfect lips. Any excuse to converse with you is a win in his mind. “You’ll be stuck with me today.”
Leaning down to rifle with the papers on your desk, you give the perfect view of your cleavage for Jeongin to witness. And there goes the rest of his composure.
His body clams up as he feels heat pooling again in the worst place. Your chest is so supple, he thinks for a fraction of a second what it be like to cover the top of your breasts in hickeys that only he could see in private, knowing how he made them and how you would wear them with secret pride.
But he can’t think about that now, not when he’s trying to hold some semblance of maturity.
He jams his notebook over his bottom half and walks over to your spot at the podium and adjacent desk. You feel his presence, but you don’t look up at him. You only move your head a fragment of an inch to let him know you’re listening. He still has an unobstructed view of your chest, one that’s arguably better now that he’s right in front of you. The sight shouldn’t make him stutter so terribly, but it does. “I-I actually meant to talk to you about s-something, Miss—”
Before you can respond, your plastic coffee cup flips up on its top to douse your papers and shirt with coffee. The milky brown liquid gets everywhere, dampening your skin and the fabric of your shirt. If Jeongin didn’t know any better, he swears he can see your nipples poking through the now dampened cloth of your shirt and nude bralette.
He immediately throws his notebook on the desk and takes off his jacket. Handing it to you to cover up, he realizes too slowly he’s given you an eagle eye shot of the tent in his pants. You blush before he takes his notebook back, but he hopes it's because the sticky coffee has soaked you and can't be cleaned until after class. He has to believe that, anyway.
Jeongin clamps down hard on the gum between his teeth, so hard it may become part of the crown of one of his molars at this point. You, still damp and looking up at him with doe eyes as you wait for his request, will be the death of him.
“Can I just talk to you after we’re done?” he asks, his pants brutally tight against his crotch. Students trickle in with only ten more minutes left before class starts, his initial plan on hold until everyone leaves.
You nod with another smile, motioning him back to his seat so you can dry the wet papers in the open air. Even as students look on and some offer to help you out, you can’t keep your focus off of Jeongin.
And this time, he hopes you see how your current state affects him.
“Sorry, guys. Had a little spill before you got here,” you laugh boldly. “Now, onto endangered languages.”
When everyone departs to move onto their next classes, the front of the room still smells like the caramel and vanilla coffee from the accident before class. The aroma reminds Jeongin that his problem has not gone away, not for a single second, and if he doesn’t relieve it somehow, he will implode.
He stands up from his desk to make his move, watching as you move away from the podium to be directly in front of him. He has no reason to conceal himself from you now, but to remain professional, he hides with the help of his notebook once again.
“So,” Jeongin starts, “I want to just clear the air between us, so if you don’t feel the same we never have to—”
“Jeongin, what are you talking about?” He thought he loved the nickname you gave him before, but his given name on your lips almost makes him whimper out loud.
You look at him wide-eyed, but he sees the ghost of a smirk on your lips. The confusion you’re feigning doesn’t meet your mouth, giving you away. “You know what I’m talking about,” he responds.
“I don’t think I do. Enlighten me.” You anchor yourself to the desk and cross one leg over the other, clearly amused.
He knows now, for certain, you’re teasing him. “You don’t think I’ve noticed how you look at me?” His voice is barely a whisper. It teeters on the edge between anxiety and lust. He wants to go there, to bridge the distance, but not before you supply him with some sort of physical affirmation.
“I was gonna ask you the same question.” You step towards him until he’s a breath away. You take the hand not holding his notebook gently into yours and guide it to above your skirt. His breath hitches when he feels the wetness between your thighs, even through two layers of clothes. “You feel that? That’s all because of you.”
He takes the hand you guided to your body and moves it to his erection, removing his notebook from his waist so you can see and feel the torture he's felt. Not just today, but for the past few months, it’s been like an inferno slowly crawling up his skin and setting him aflame. “You’re not the only one who’s in need of relief.”
“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t, Yinnie.”
Those eight words unburden him from what little reservation he had left. He takes your mouth in his, claiming all the explicit and implicit words shared between you with his tongue. The first kiss is slow and world-stopping, the chasm between the tension finally sewn shut. The ones that follow are anything but slow, but they still stop the world around the two of you.
He unbuttons the center of your shirt as you tug on the hem of his sweater. He explores every piece of skin he can with his hands. The parts not occupied by his fingertips welcome his mouth, your body on fire for him. “Slow down,” you say, although the words hold no weight. He knows it. “We can’t do this here.”
“I don’t care.” He stuffs his face in between your breasts, finally placing a hickey on the tops of the slopes with reckless abandon. You writhe against his kisses, bucking up into his mouth when his breath hits one of your nipples, the bud pebbling at his attention. “I want you. Now.”
“What if someone—”
“You know you don’t give a single fuck if we get caught,” Jeongin growls, unzipping the midi skirt at your waist so it falls to the floor. He’s never been this rough, this frantic. He can only blame it on the unresolved tension he’s been sitting with for what feels like forever. You are beyond blame; you’ve given yourself to him willingly, and he’s forever grateful.
He runs his hands over your waist and exposed chest. Your breasts in his hands feel exactly like he imagined, hefty but tender. “Seeing as you eye-fuck me every chance you get, I’d say you’ve been waiting for this to happen.”
You moan at the way he nips at your neck and collarbones in tandem with his squeezing of your chest, practically biting down with his teeth as he kisses your skin. You rip his clothes off in quick succession, his sweater and undershirt joining the pile you’ve made on the floor.
“I promise I’ll be quick.” Like rapid fire, he lifts you onto the desk and splays you out over the hard plastic top, his face practically kissing your heat already. “I just need to taste you.”
You mewl at his words. He lifts your hips so he can discard your underwear and leave it in the heap of clothes. He can’t pretend he didn’t notice the wet patch at its center before he threw them to the side, though.
And at the sight of your exposed cunt, Jeongin refuses to waste another second. He dives into the cleft of your thighs with reckless abandon. Long strips and flat licks up and down your pussy make you cry out. You reach down to yank him by the top of his brown hair, rolling your hips into his face as his nose bumps your clit.
It’s even better, tastes better, than all the fantasies he conjured in the comfort of his bedroom or the embarrassing public space of the common showers. He’s thought about it for so long, too long, but all the inner workings of his mind compared to this is child’s play.
He’s not ashamed to admit eating you out may be one of the best things he’s ever done. And he knows now that he’s a liar when he said he would be quick. He’ll take his time for all it’s worth, even if the lights go out and the department building closes up for the day.
You say his name repeatedly, alongside “Just like that” as well as “Please don’t stop.”
He detaches his lips from your folds with a pornographic suckling noise and finally drops both his pants and boxers. His cock slaps against his stomach, the tip red and leaking. He’s done enough to prepare you for this moment.
When he slides in, he covers the entirety of your body with his own, using his long legs to keep his feet firm on the floor as he thrusts. You moan into his mouth, his tongue exploring the insides of your cheeks and the roof of your mouth.
The sounds of his skin slapping against yours are almost as lewd and animalistic as his pace going in and out of you. He tugs your bottom lip with his teeth. He feels only a smidgeon of guilt when a fragment of the skin speckles with blood, his desires giving way to acting on his impulses. But you don’t mind. If anything, you become more vocal.
He groans when you lick the blood at the corner of your lips. “You’re so dirty,” he says, pressing two of his fingers to the seam of your mouth. “Suck.”
You latch onto his digits eagerly, taking them and sucking until they practically hit the back of your throat. He chuckles darkly at the action, loving that your sexual energy matches his. He removes them from your wet mouth to circle your clit, the puffy flesh begging for as much attention as your hole.
“Oh, fuck.” Your eyes roll into the back of your head. “Jeongin—”
He takes your chin in his other hand, holding it in place as he continues slamming into you mercilessly and flicking at your clit with the pads of his fingers. “That’s it, baby. Who’s making you feel like this?”
“You, Jeongin, you.” Your moans verging on screams fill the room, the sounds bouncing off the walls in salacious echoes. “God, it’s so good.”
“When you spilled that coffee all over yourself earlier, I couldn’t help picturing my cum on your chest. And you just left yourself exposed for me and everyone else to see. You’re filthy and you don’t even realize it.” He clamps down on your neck as your face remains placid, creating a new mark on you while you stay still in his hold. “Lucky for me, I love that you’re a dirty whore.”
You whimper and whine, meeting each thrust of Jeongin’s hips. “Yunnie, I’m gonna come—”
“Not yet,” he warns, halting the hand against your clit from circling any more. “Not without me, baby.”
He knows he’s just as close to his orgasm as you are, but he wants you to know who’s in charge, despite your higher educational status. Despite every worry that he wouldn’t measure up to you, you wedged underneath him proves to be the best proof to the contrary.
And now, he gets to feel your release on his mouth, his fingers, his cock. It’s an ego boost as much as it is an incredible gift to be given.
“Fuck,” he swear, “where do you want me to come, baby?”
“Inside,” you say immediately, “I want to feel all of you.”
The words on your tongue sound almost like poetry. He can’t fathom how he got so lucky. “Come with me,” he whispers in a hoarse voice. “Come all over me.”
His orgasm comes like a wave breaking against a cliff. The second your pussy flutters around his cock, signaling your release, he’s done for. He whines pitifully as his seed coats the insides of your walls, your body at his mercy as he fucks all of his cum into you.
When he watches small droplets of his release seeping out of you, he stuffs it all back in with his fingers. And when his fingers glisten with the residue, you suck them clean with a sinful smirk.
Jeongin chuckles, gleefully satiated, and kisses the tip of your nose. “I think I’m starting to love ethnolinguistics now.”
You giggle into his neck. “I bet you’ll love ethnosemantics next semester.”
“As long as you’re TA’ing it, babe,” Jeongin says before capturing your lips in a searing kiss.
genre: a little angst, fluff, best friend’s little brother au, friends to lovers, pininggggg, miscommunication (gone right?)
word count: 5.2k
summary: hyunjin needed answers and he needed them now. even if it meant showing up at your place late at night with a few drinks in his system, ready for things to go either terribly wrong or incredibly right.
warnings: miscommunication, mentions of alcohol and drinking
author’s note: hellooo, and thank you so much for being so patient<3 this is part 23 of my social media au “heart out”. part 24 will be written as well, so don’t worry if there were a few things left unsaid in this one lol. as always, i hope you guys enjoy! if you do, please don’t forget to leave an ask or a comment telling me your thoughts on it<3
Hyunjin was usually a very chill and spontaneous person. He did things when he felt like it, without really giving it much thought. If he wanted to do something and it felt right, then why would he hold back? He could always deal with the consequences of his own actions later.
When it came to you, however, he was the complete opposite.
Ever since he met you, he had been tiptoeing his way around your heart.
He wanted to do things right when it came to you, and, as a result, his interactions with you throughout the years tended to end up with him overthinking instead of doing.
Starting with him hiding his feelings and keeping his interactions with you to the minimum when he was still a high schooler, to him still hiding his feelings while trying to get closer to you when he entered university, to then still say nothing about them when you started dating Mingyu, up until now, that he finally got another shot at getting close to you, yet he still refused to confess his feelings until you were ready to hear it.
And that was the thing, if it were up to him and acting accordingly to how he felt in the moment, he would’ve confessed a long time ago — probably back in his first year of university, particularly when he found out you and Mingyu were dating and he felt like calling you up and letting it all out. But he wouldn’t, because although it would be a huge weight to get off his shoulders, he wouldn’t want you to deal with the burden of knowing he loved you when you didn’t love him back; not like that, at least.
He wouldn’t confess, because he didn’t want you to feel bad for not being there just yet, if ever.
He didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had because of a whim, and so he decided to deal with his feelings on his own. Until he knew for sure that you were ready to hear a confession from him, he wouldn’t say the words out loud to you.
Of course, that was up until this evening.
After coming to the conclusion that Dahye had followed her word and told you about his feelings for you, and having you distance yourself from him ever since, which could only mean you didn’t feel the same and were preparing to turn him down; and, furthermore, after hearing from Yeji that you wouldn’t mind going out with her twenty three year old coworker once you were ready to date again, there was no room in his head for him to think of the consequences of confessing to you anymore.
If you were turning him down anyway, if you were going out with someone else anyway… if he was losing you anyway, then what did he have to lose by finally letting you know how deeply he felt for you?
Maybe it was the alcohol he’d been consuming with his friends that night, or maybe it was just him simply not giving a fuck anymore — maybe both.
Whatever it was, it was giving him the final push he needed, for he was now standing outside your building, ignoring the freezing breeze of the night —as the black cotton sportswear he was wearing did little to nothing to keep him warm—, while he desperately texted you in hopes of you being awake and letting him come up, so you would finally get to talk and turn him down if that’s what you wanted to do in the end.
If you were turning him down at one point in the next two days, he would rather have you do it now.
He felt like he was going insane; like no matter what the outcome was, whether you turned him down or not, he would collapse if he didn’t get an answer within the next few minutes.
When you wouldn’t answer his texts and there were no signs of you being online, he decided to call you instead. He wasn’t giving up that easily that night, if at all.
It only took one missed call and ten more seconds waiting on the line for you to pick up.
“Hyunie?” Your sleepy yet worried voice was enough to quiet his running thoughts down. “Something happened? Are you alright?”
He stayed silent for a moment, staring up at your window.
“Hyunie?” You repeated. He heard you shift in your bed, and then he saw the light in your room turn on. “Are you there?”
“Can I come up?” He asked quietly.
Silence filled the line for a moment. “What?”
“I texted you… I think you didn’t see it” he explained. “I’m outside your building. Can I please come up? I know it’s late, but I need to talk to you now”.
“Y-Yeah… of course” you failed to hide how taken aback you were. “Help yourself in”.
“Okay…”
Hanging up, his eyes went to the front door to your building, and he suddenly felt the weight of what was about to come on his shoulders. But he was already here, and even if he turned around and went home instead, he knew he would not be able to sleep for the second night in a row as long as he didn’t clear things up with you.
He was already here and you were waiting for him upstairs, so he might as well rushed up to you.
-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-♡
Entering the passcode he knew by heart, he made his way into your place; taking off his shoes and putting on the slippers you kept by the door for your guests, which he knew were pretty much his by now.
As expected, all the lights were out except from the one in your bedroom, where he caught you coming out from.
He would never get tired of seeing you barefaced; and the slightly messy hair you were running your fingers through in a quick attempt to fix, along with the pastel pink silk pyjamas you were wearing, could only make him adore you even more. However, you looked tired, and he couldn’t help but feel bad for waking you up.
“Hey” he mumbled, suddenly feeling the madness inside his head calm down at the mere sight of you.
“Hey…” you softly greeted him back, leaning against your doorframe and resting your head on it. “Did something happen?”
He denied with his head, coming closer to you. “Just couldn’t wait anymore to talk to you, I’m sorry”.
“It’s okay,” you reassured him, slightly frowning when you got a closer look at him. “Have you been drinking?”
A small, surprised pout formed on his lips. What gave it away? His eyes? Was he reeking of alcohol? Or did you know him so well that a simple look at him was enough for you to tell when something was off?
“Just had a few drinks with the boys, it’s nothing” he brushed it off.
“You didn’t drive here, did you?”
“No, of course not” he was the one to frown this time. “I’m fine, though”.
You said nothing, but he caught the hesitation in your eyes.
“I’m fine, Y/N” he reassured you one last time. “I didn’t drink that much anyway”.
Just enough for his inhibitions to shut down; not enough not to realise what he was doing.
“Okay…” you decided to believe him.
With a light tilt of your head, you invited him into your room, where the lightning was better — although the dim light coming from the white lamp on your nightstand could only make him feel sleepier.
You sat down on the edge of your unmade bed, as you’d been sleeping up until he called you, and motioned for him to do the same. Once he did, silence was fast to take over.
“Um… I’m not—I wasn’t really prepared to talk about this now,” you messily tried to come up with the right way to approach the issue. “So I don’t know where to begin, if I’m honest…”
He understood what you were feeling perfectly. In all honesty, although he had come all the way over here to get the answer he so badly needed, he, too, didn’t know where to begin.
There was so much to say, so much to ask, so many ways to word his questions, that his mind went blank.
So, he said the first thing he could think of right then.
“Dahye told you, didn’t she?”
You looked distressed at the mention of her, and that was enough for him to get the answer he was dreading. “Sorry?”
“She talked to you?” He rephrased it.
“Mhm…” you nodded, looking down to your lap. “She did”.
“And is that why you’ve been so distant?” Hyunjin asked carefully.
You nodded again, silently. “I’m sorry, I just needed some time to think” your eyes went back up to lock with his. “How’d you know she talked to me?”
“She kinda threatened me with telling you, so…” he rolled his eyes.
“Oh… that’s…”
Crazy. She was crazy.
Hyunjin nodded, not needing to hear any words coming out of your mouth to understand what you wanted to say. “I know. I should learn not to underestimate her”.
“Yeah, I probably should, too…” you smiled weakly. “Good thing I realised something was off and didn’t believe her in the end”.
“Wait, what?” His eyebrows furrowed.
Something was off? You didn’t believe her?
“I didn’t believe her,” you repeated. “I was a bit shaken up at first, and that’s why I took some distance from you. I just needed to think about it with a cold head, but all along I didn’t want to believe it was true, so ultimately I didn’t. It didn’t sound like you at all”.
Was he tripping? Was he really way more drunk than he thought for your words to make no sense to him?
“You didn’t… want to?” Hyunjin’s heart ached, mostly hung up on those words of yours. “Would it be that bad if it was true?”
“Yes,” you replied in a heartbeat. “I’m sorry, but I wouldn’t be able to let myself fall for you if that was the case, Hyunjin”.
I wouldn’t be able to let myself fall for you if Dahye will always be there and I knew you’d go back to her whenever you get tired of me; is what you meant.
It would be bad if it was true that you’re in love with me, because I wouldn’t be able to let myself fall for you and ever love you back; is what he heard.
Just like that, for the fourth time in his life, once again because of you, his heart broke.
Although he’d come here knowing well enough that getting turned down by you was a very high possibility, actually hearing you so tactlessly say those words to him right then, and getting every chance of ever being with you crushed into pieces just like that, had his heart hurting in a way it had never before.
Feeling physically ill and finding it hard to breathe, he stood up, pacing around your room for a few seconds before he looked for support on the wall by leaning his back on it.
This might’ve been his worst heartbreak yet, for unlike the previous times, he’d let himself be led on. This time, he really thought that there was something going on between the two of you. All the reciprocated flirting and touches… had it all been him? Did you really not realise what you’d been doing to him all along?
“Hyunie…” you whispered, feeling your own heart break at the sight of him and going up to him, unable to give into your own sorrow as he seemed to have just confirmed that what Dahye told you was indeed true.
He closed his eyes as he tilted his head up to keep the tears from coming out of them.
Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.
He defeatedly shook his head when you placed your hand on his shoulder, rubbing his hands on his eyes to wipe the oncoming tears before he tried to walk away. “I’m sorry, this wasn’t a good—I can’t, I should leave” he apologised.
“So it’s true then?” You asked, grabbing his wrist for him to stay.
He shook his head no, and for just a moment there you felt relief, before he finally turned around and looked at you with reddened eyes. “Of course it’s true” his bottom lip trembled. “Why wouldn’t it be? Did I really get it all wrong?”
Your eyebrows knitted together, understanding this entire situation less and less by the second. “Get what wrong?”
“This,” he repeatedly pointed his finger from you to him. “Us. Whatever it is that I thought was going on between us”.
“Hyunjin…”
“I knew I was getting my hopes up too fast, but I thought,” he paused for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief over his own delusions. “All this time I thought what kept holding you back was our age gap, but turns out the problem was never my age, but me”.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you’d be willing to go out with that one other guy who’s also my age, so it was clearly never the problem”.
“What guy?”
“You know what guy”.
“Felix?” You pinpointed, not really knowing any other guys his age. Not like you particularly knew Felix either anyway. “I’m not going out with him”.
“You said you wouldn’t mind him being twenty three, though”.
“Because I don’t care about age, not because I want to date him” you tried to defend yourself. “Weren’t you the one who told me to consider dating younger guys?”
“Exactly, I told you that. Me. I said it so you would at some point consider me, not so you would start looking at other guys my age” he clarified.
“Hyunjin, I’m not—Why does age suddenly matter so much to you?”
“Because if you’re willing to date a guy who’s three years younger than you, then why can’t it be me?!”
You froze.
During all the years you had known him, you had never seen him lose his temper. He was always calm, rational. Had he ever even raised his voice in your presence other than when he got excited about something?
This was a side of him you’d never seen before, and it broke you.
Seeing him look so hopeless and sound so defeated right then, made you feel like holding him and never let go of him.
Things were moving too fast, though, and when you wanted to reach for his face and wipe the tear that had just rolled down one of his cheeks, he beat you to it; harshly wiping his face with his hands, as he refused to look away from you.
“All this time I’ve done nothing but pour my heart out to you. I’m so… so fucking in love with you it hurts me, Y/N. There are times when it physically pains me to love you this much,” he confessed.
Right now, it was one of those times.
“I’ve done everything in my hands for you to stop seeing me like the teenage boy you met back then, for you to stop seeing me just like Yeji’s little brother, and I know you’re not ready for a relationship yet, but I was willing to wait for as long as you needed me to until you were, because I was delusional enough to believe that I could actually make you fall for me” a breathless, humorless laugh abandoned his lips. “And now it turns out you just won’t ever feel the way I feel for you, and this guy shows up out of nowhere and gets everything I’ve tried to get from you right away without even moving a finger, and I just… I don’t know where to go from here”.
Your heart squeezed inside your chest.
Of all the things you were expecting as the outcome of your talk, a confession wasn’t one of them. Not this kind of confession, at least.
You were speechless. Not only did you not know what to say, but even if you did, you were sure your voice would betray you by not coming out when you opened your mouth.
Hyunjin loved you.
It wasn’t just a crush like you thought. It wasn’t him looking for something casual like you feared. No, he loved you. He was serious about you.
Why did you feel so happy yet so afraid about his feelings for you being so strong?
He took a step towards you, and you felt your heartbeat raise when his face was only a couple of inches away from yours and his breathing began to mix with yours.
“I don’t wanna give up on you, Y/N, I don’t. But I just don’t kn—What do I have to do for you to consider me?” He asked, pulling you closer by your waist. “What does he have that I don’t?”
“I’m not going out with him, Hyunjin” you repeated in a whisper, hoping this time he would believe you.
Whether he believed you or not, he leaned in closer, faintly brushing his nose with yours. “What do I have to do for you to give me a chance then?”
“Hyun…”
“I’ll do anything,” he said, cupping your face and making you lock eyes with him. “Just tell me what and I’ll do it”.
You slowly shook your head no, unable to get any kind of word out of your mouth. Was it not obvious enough already that you did feel something for him? Had the way you talked to him and how you acted around him not been enough for him to get that you liked him as something more than just a friend? As way more than just your best friend’s brother?
You couldn’t find the right words to tell him that. The only thing you could do was to stare into his eyes, and then down into his lips, feeling the tension between the two of you grow by the second.
Hyunjin caught up on that immediately, leaning closer, so he could brush his mouth on yours for a second, before he closed the gap that kept them from touching.
Only you beat him to it.
Had you waited one more second, he would’ve been the one to press his lips on yours.
But you did not.
Instead, you were the one to press your mouth on his.
You were the one to kiss him first.
You were kissing him.
And he froze.
His right hand was still cupping your face, his left one remained on your waist, and his eyes had naturally closed the moment he felt the heavenly pressure of your lips on his. But he froze nevertheless.
For the first few seconds, he was too stunned, too overwhelmed —in the best way possible— to even react. And, unfortunately, a few seconds was all the kiss lasted; for he missed your touch right when he was about to kiss you back.
“I’m sorry” you apologised right as you pulled away and covered your mouth with your hands, as if only then coming to your senses. “Hyunie, I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t—”
That was as much as you got to say, for in a second he had already removed your hands from your mouth and replaced them with his lips.
You’d be damned if you thought you could get away with letting him get a taste of your lips only to deprive him of you all over again.
You kissed him back right away, going against your poorly attempted apology, and driving him crazy when you wrapped your arms over his shoulders. His hands that had been previously cupping your face were now on your waist, pulling you closer to his body as he tried to feel you as close to him as he could.
He kissed you like he needed you, like he’d been deprived of you for decades and was only now allowed to get a taste of you; and yet, he managed to be so gentle that you were left craving more by the second, whilst wanting him to kiss you just like that for a little longer.
After all, you didn’t know he had been dreaming of this moment for nearly seven years now.
Just like you, he, too, started wanting more. Pulling your hips harder against his and getting a small gasp of yours to part your lips, he took the chance to delve his tongue in your mouth — unable to keep the corners of his lips to curve slightly up when he felt your tongue massage his right back.
With your breathings becoming heavier, and without even dreaming of letting go of your lips just yet, Hyunjin made you take a couple of steps back, until your legs reached your bed and you instinctively sat down on it, allowing him to lean over you as he followed your mouth.
“You’re drunk…” you managed to whisper, right after you laid back on the mattress and his mouth sucked on your bottom lip once more.
“I’m fine, I’m fin—I’m perfect” he whispered in between kisses.
He was perfect. Being with you like this, with him hovering over you while your fingers gently dug into his hair and your mouths so deliciously sucked on each other, he could not be anything other than perfect.
Kissing you felt like a dream, and a part of him was afraid that it was one.
“No, Hyunjin…” you mumbled, only a couple of seconds later. “We shouldn’t be doing this…”
“Why not?” He asked, pulling slightly away from you — not enough for your lips to stop brushing.
“I don’t think I’m ready for a relationship right now” you confessed what his sister had told him earlier that night and, therefore, what he already knew. “I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t have kissed you”.
“No, don’t be sorry for kissing me. Anything but that, Y/N. You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to kiss you all this time” he tenderly ran his thumb up and down on your cheekbone. “I can wait until you’re ready. Starting tomorrow morning I’ll wait all you need me to, but right now just… let me kiss you for a little longer”.
Having him whisper those words when his mouth was faintly touching yours, could only make you feel yourself give in to his plea.
“Hm?” He asked, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. “One more and I’ll stop”.
Unable to speak, as it seemed to be the norm that night, you closed your eyes; and that was enough for him to take the hint and replace the thumb on your bottom lip with his mouth, sweetly sucking on it before he softly traced it with his tongue, for you to let him in and meet him midway.
The desperation of your second kiss was no longer there, as he now took his time to engrave in his memory every single second of your mouth sucking on his and your tongue massaging his own. He didn’t know when he would ever get to kiss you again, after all, and he wanted to take in as much as he could of it.
He wanted to take his time now; and kiss you slowly, deeply, lovingly.
When you were both left panting for air, he rested his forehead on yours, cupping your nape with his hand and digging his fingers in your hair before he hid his face in the crook of your neck, as a breathy laugh abandoned his mouth.
“You’re driving me crazy” he confessed.
“I should be the one saying that,” you chuckled rather sadly. “I don’t know what you’re doing to me anymore, Hyunjin…”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you’re confusing me so much right now. You say you love me and you make me feel so special, but then you go and…” you sighed, feeling him slowly withdraw his face from your neck as he tried to understand your point. “I wish it was that easy, but I can’t let myself fall for you now that I know what Dahye said is true”.
“I swear you’re making me question how much I actually drank, because that doesn’t make any sense and—You can’t do this to me, Y/N” his piercing eyes fixed on yours, and the way his voice sounded so calm now could only make your body tense up under him. “You can’t just kiss me and then tell me that…” he sighed, attempting to collect his thoughts. “If you don’t feel ready for a relationship I get it, and I’ll wait. I’ll wait for as long as you need me to, baby, that’s never been a problem. But you can’t just tell me that you’ll never love me back and then kiss me only to turn m—”
“When did I ever say I’d never love you back?” You questioned.
“When we were talking earlier?” He tilted his head in confusion. “I asked you if it would be so bad if what Dahye told you was true and you said yes”.
“Yes,” you agreed. “Because I can’t put myself through the hell your messy relationship with her would bring me”.
His eyebrows knitted together. “What messy relationship?”
“You know…” you avoided his eyes, only then being hit with how much the thought of him with someone else actually affected you. “This whole ‘fuck buddies’ thing and you going back to her no matter who you are with”.
“That’s ridiculous” he blurted out, almost offended that such an atrocity had just left your mouth. “Where did you even get that from?”
“That’s what Dahye told me” you said.
“That’s what…” the puzzle pieces finally connected in his head. “Is that why you said you wouldn’t be able to fall for me?”
“Yes?” You tilted your head questioningly. “Isn’t that what we were talking about all along?”
He should be mad at Dahye right then. He should want to scream at her for playing with the two of you like this.
Any other time, he would’ve been fuming. Right then, however, with your troubled expression as you didn’t get what was going on, with your pretty lips all swollen from how hard he’d been kissing you up until a minute ago, and having experienced such a wide range of emotions in a matter of minutes, he could only laugh.
Tilting his head back and letting a throaty laugh escape his mouth, he slumped back next to you on your mattress and covered his face with both hands, as he let his laughter take over him.
Nervousness, madness, embarrassment, relief, happiness; it was all mixed up into one loud, painful laughing fit.
He felt like a maniac, feeling you stare at him in worry and obliviousness, but he couldn’t find it in him to stop laughing.
“What’s so funny?” You wondered when he struggled to catch his breath.
“She lied” he explained, finally feeling like his laughter was coming to an end.
“She lied?”
“She lied” he confirmed, removing his hands from his face and wiping a couple of tears off his eyes before he locked them with you. “I don’t like her at all, Y/N. We hardly ever even talk, why would I—” he took in a deep breath, staring up at the ceiling as he felt like he was going crazy. “Can’t believe I cried for nothing”.
You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your mouth, both over his last remark and over how relieved you felt to know it was all been a misunderstanding, and that you had been right not to believe her in the first place.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t clear enough” you pouted, gently cupping his face when he turned to you.
He shook his head no, letting you know it was okay as he placed his hand on yours. “I didn’t specify either, so I was at fault, too” he smiled softly. “And we probably wouldn’t have ended up kissing if I hadn’t gotten so heated up anyway, so it was totally worth it”.
“You’re an idiot” you laughed once again, smiling when he leaned in and rested his forehead on yours.
“You still kissed me, though” he pointed out, bringing some heat to your cheeks. “Does that mean I actually have a chance now?”
“Was me kissing you not a good enough answer to that?”
“Kisses can mean nothing to some people, so…”
“I’m not one of those people, Hyunie” you let him know.
“Good,” he smiled, pulling you to his chest. “Because kissing you meant everything to me”.
You wrapped an arm around him, nuzzling the fabric of the black sweatshirt he was wearing and taking in his scent you loved so much.
“Shouldn’t we properly talk about what Dahye told us?” You mumbled.
“That, and about where we’re standing now, too” he agreed, sweetly tracing his fingertips up and down your back. “My head hurts now, though. I feel like I’m spiraling, I went through too many emotions in too little time”.
You giggled, looking up at him. “You want to continue this conversation tomorrow? When we’re both a little less overwhelmed?”
“Yeah…” he nodded. “I can sleep peacefully now that I know you feel something for me, too”.
You chuckled, making his bottom lip stick out in confusion when you pulled away from him and sat up on your bed. “It’s late, you can sleep here tonight. I’ll take the couch”.
He grabbed your wrist before you could get up. “Stay with me?”
“Hyun…” you hesitated.
“I won’t try anything, I promise” he was fast to say, well aware of where your hesitation was coming from. “Just need to feel you close tonight”.
If he was honest, any other time, he would’ve offered to take the couch and that would’ve been the end of it, but tonight he really needed your closeness. He needed to know you were there, to feel you next to him. And, thankfully for him, you needed just the same.
Silently motioning for him to get under the covers, you let him know you agreed to his request. He smiled widely, pressing a lingering kiss to your cheek before he did as told — making you laugh wholeheartedly when you got under the sheets as well and he wasted no time to pull you to his chest again and to tuck you in with him.
This entire day had been a mess. Hell, the whole fucking week had been unbearable. But you had been able to talk it out at last. Although messily, you now seemed to be on the same page about everything; from your feelings, to what you were looking for, to where the whole misunderstanding had originated.
This may not have been the conversation the two of you were expecting to have, but it was coming soon enough. Tonight, you could just go to sleep in each other’s arms, knowing what each other’s lips felt and tasted like, and with the certainty that your feelings were reciprocated.
◇ hwang hyunjin x reader | best friend’s brother au
when your long-term boyfriend left you for someone else, not only were you left to deal with a broken heart, but also with the discouragement of never finding true love in your life.
after all, you were completely unaware of the fact that your best friend’s little brother fell head over heels for you the moment he first saw you six years ago, and he’d be damned not to show you, firstly, that he was no longer the teenage boy your mind made him up to be, and, secondly, that he would be the man to step up and love you right.
author’s note: i apologise once again for the cliffhanger, i know this is a big one. ANYWAY, the next two parts will be written hehe so please bear with me (although i could change my mind about part 24, but part 23 is definitely written). this part was mainly from hyunjin’s pov, except from the last slide, and i hope you guys enjoy! if you do, please don’t forget to leave an ask or a comment. this is the last update of the year, so i wish you all a very happy end of the year<3
◇ hwang hyunjin x reader | best friend’s brother au
when your long-term boyfriend left you for someone else, not only were you left to deal with a broken heart, but also with the discouragement of never finding true love in your life.
after all, you were completely unaware of the fact that your best friend’s little brother fell head over heels for you the moment he first saw you six years ago, and he’d be damned not to show you, firstly, that he was no longer the teenage boy your mind made him up to be, and, secondly, that he would be the man to step up and love you right.
author’s note: hello everyone, sorry for the delay 🥹 looking at it there’s actually a lot of texts in this part lol it took me a while to write ngl. i hope you guys enjoy this part, and as always, if you do please don’t hesitate to let me know your thoughts on it! and since i’m posting this on christmas eve i wish those of you who celebrate it a merry one<3
The birth of your son three years ago was what caused your breakup with Wonwoo, your longtime (and at that point, long distance) partner. Now, you're getting concerned that Orion is starting to look a lot like his dad, but that's not your only problem. Wonwoo is back… and he's living across the hall.
You wonder if it’s because you’ve had so much going on, so many layers of thought piling on top of each other until they’re compressed like ash, that you just pushed what Mingyu had said a few days ago to the back of your mind.
Or maybe you just didn’t want to think Mingyu would doubt anything about your son. His son. His son that is your son but not your and his son.
Oh, god.
No. You will not make Mingyu’s doubts your own, and you won’t project your doubts onto how you perceive Mingyu. That’s not fair.
“Thanks again for this,” you say on Saturday morning as you hold your son out for Mingyu to take. It’s not that you mean to avoid his eyes, but for some reason, you can’t seem to stop yourself.
“No problem.” Mingyu pulls a gleeful Orion up into his arms. “Don’t worry about a thing. He’s safe with me.”
Despite your inner turmoil, you have no doubts that Mingyu will do at least that— keep Orion safe. You pat Orion’s back “I know.”
Mingyu rocks back on the balls of his feet. “So…” he says, and now, he’s the one avoiding your eyes. “Going on a date?”
“Oh. Actually, no. I’m meeting up with Jihoon.”
“Jihoon?” Mingyu’s eyes widen as his head snaps up. “Not the same Jihoon who completely cut you out of Wonwoo’s life three years ago.”
You shrug. “He’s trying to make up for it.”
“You’re too forgiving, Sunshine.”
About to defend Jihoon or at least yourself, you stop when Mingyu adjusts his grip on Orion and mutters, “But I guess I should be thankful for that.”
“Mingyu…”
“Have a good time with Jihoon.” Voice back to normal, Mingyu puts one hand on his front door and starts to close it. “If you can forgive him, maybe there’s hope yet.”
You frown. “What do you—”
The door shuts.
“—mean. Okay.”
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After Jeonghan’s personal driver returns you to your apartment, you wait for Jihoon in the lobby until the nicest yet normal-looking black car you’ve ever seen pulls up out front. He doesn’t say much when you get in, and he really only looks at you when he asks what you want from the drive-thru cafe. You sip your drink in silence for the drive, but when he pulls into the parking lot of a park you suggested, you finally speak up.
“If this is your idea of talking, Jihoon, it’s a bit… underwhelming.”
Grimacing, Jihoon shifts the car into park and runs his hand over his face. “I…” He groans. “It was a lot easier to think about what I should say than it is to say it.”
“Well.” You tap an awkward finger on your leg. “What were you thinking about saying?”
He meets your eyes. “Sorry. About a million times.”
With a snort, you smile and bring your drink up to your lips. “That’s a start.”
“And… something about how I don’t want to make excuses.”
“That would be nice,” you say, nodding.
He continues, “But, also, explain why I was so… so stupid and presumptuous and aggressive and— and—”
“Protective?” you finish for him.
He groans again. “Is it protective if there was nothing to protect him from?”
“You didn’t know that.”
“Stop.”
Pausing, you let your hand with your drink in it rest on your lap. “Stop…what?”
“It’s like you’re defending me for me— to me,” he explains, frustrated but not upset. His eyes focus on something past the front windshield. “You’re always doing that. Rationalizing why people do the things they do, even when it’s stuff that hurts you.”
Suddenly defensive, you shrug your shoulders upward and keep them there, looking out your window. “Everyone has their reasons, don’t they?”
He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and when you turn back around, your eyes meet his. “Just because I had my reasons doesn’t mean what I did wasn’t stupid, and messed up, and—”
“Jaded,” you finish for him.
He exhales and nods. “That too, but it’s not as important as those other things. I was an idiot first and foremost.”
“Jihoon…” You sigh, shifting a bit in the car seat to face him better. “I — Mingyu and Jeonghan and I — practically did everything we could to convince the entire world that I was pregnant and had a kid. It’s not your fault the news reached you before I could.”
“You’re doing it again,” he says, and you sheepishly distract yourself with your drink. When he softly calls your name, you look up at him again. “Maybe it’s not my fault I fell for that crazy plan, but making sure Wonwoo fell for it too? That’s completely on me.”
You tilt your head. “I guess I can’t argue with that.”
Scoffing lightly, Jihoon puts one hand on the steering wheel and taps his thumb against it. “And you shouldn’t. If you keep arguing on my behalf, I can’t get started on my apology.”
You think about all the anonymous gifts he’s already sent to your apartment. “You haven’t started yet?”
“Hardly,” he says, a shy smile back on his face. You haven’t seen him genuinely smile in years, if you don’t count how he smiled for his fans back at the concert. Which you suppose you do. He shifts the car back into drive, and you fumble to put your seat belt back on. “I have three years of forcing you to be a single parent to make up for.”
“Okay, it’s not your fault I stayed single—”
He shuts you up with a look.
You take another sip of your drink. “Where are we going?”
“The gym.”
Your mouth drops open. “Your idea of an apology is to make me work out?”
Turning out of the parking lot, Jihoon glances at you after making his shoulder check. “I’ve started kickboxing recently. I figured, maybe it would be nice for you to hit something; or someone.”
The corners of your lips lift up. Somehow, against all odds, you missed this guy and his roundabout ways. “You?”
He shrugs, not meeting your eyes, but a wry smile appears on his lips as well. “If that’s what you’re into.”
“Jihoon…” You shake your head and laugh in disbelief. “You might not be as horrible at this apology thing as I thought.”
◇ hwang hyunjin x reader | best friend’s brother au
when your long-term boyfriend left you for someone else, not only were you left to deal with a broken heart, but also with the discouragement of never finding true love in your life.
after all, you were completely unaware of the fact that your best friend’s little brother fell head over heels for you the moment he first saw you six years ago, and he’d be damned not to show you, firstly, that he was no longer the teenage boy your mind made him up to be, and, secondly, that he would be the man to step up and love you right.
author’s note: i reallyyyyyy want to read your thoughts on this part. let’s hope chan the bsf can bring some clarity during that videocall. also lol remember when i wanted this to be a 20-ish parts story 💀 and now we’re just getting started lmao you’ll end up hating to see me coming. anyway, i hope you guys enjoy and as always please don’t forget to leave an ask or a comment with your thoughts<3
◇ hwang hyunjin x reader | best friend’s brother au
when your long-term boyfriend left you for someone else, not only were you left to deal with a broken heart, but also with the discouragement of never finding true love in your life.
after all, you were completely unaware of the fact that your best friend’s little brother fell head over heels for you the moment he first saw you six years ago, and he’d be damned not to show you, firstly, that he was no longer the teenage boy your mind made him up to be, and, secondly, that he would be the man to step up and love you right.
author’s note: i would like to deeply apologise for that cliffhanger 🥲 and i would also like to apologise bc the next part is written but it’s got nothing to do with the dahye x y/n upcoming convo and it centers only in hyunyn bc i’m a self indulgent hoe who loves writing for these two 🥹🫶🏻 all that aside, i hope you guys enjoy! as always i would really loveeee to read your thoughts on this and maybe know your theories on what you think dahye will tell her<3
◇ hwang hyunjin x reader | best friend’s brother au
when your long-term boyfriend left you for someone else, not only were you left to deal with a broken heart, but also with the discouragement of never finding true love in your life.
after all, you were completely unaware of the fact that your best friend’s little brother fell head over heels for you the moment he first saw you six years ago, and he’d be damned not to show you, firstly, that he was no longer the teenage boy your mind made him up to be, and, secondly, that he would be the man to step up and love you right.
author’s note: a new name was mentioned 👀 will it be a one time thing or will it not, i guess we’ll find out!! i hope you guys enjoy, as always i would love to read your thoughts on it<3
◇ hwang hyunjin x reader | best friend’s brother au
when your long-term boyfriend left you for someone else, not only were you left to deal with a broken heart, but also with the discouragement of never finding true love in your life.
after all, you were completely unaware of the fact that your best friend’s little brother fell head over heels for you the moment he first saw you six years ago, and he’d be damned not to show you, firstly, that he was no longer the teenage boy your mind made him up to be, and, secondly, that he would be the man to step up and love you right.
author’s note: who would’ve thought a mingyu comeback would end up being beneficial for our main couple :D i hope you guys enjoy, and as always i would love to read what you think of this<3
