warnings: perverted behavior, betrayal of trust, masturbation
18+ pls minors dni!
You and Han are best friends, so it was only natural for him to offer to rent out his spare room to you when you were apartment searching (he was looking for a new roommate anyway). You had spent a lot of time together, so living in the same house wasn't much different from how it's always been. Honestly, with how often you hung around his place, he should have started charging you rent a long time ago.
A new aspect of your relationship was that he got impossibly more familiar with you. Like how you always need him to keep you company while folding laundry or it wouldn't get done, or how you played a specific song right before going to sleep every night (the walls were thin).
With constant exposure to you, he was forced to face his not-so friendly thoughts. He had well acknowledged that you were attractive, but always tried to prevent himself from catching feelings because of your best friend status.
He can't help but look when you wear booty shorts or a crop top around the house, but he gave himself the benefit of the doubt and figured that was just an impulsive act (at first).
Within a month, he started giving in to his more perverted thoughts. He stopped holding back from looking at your figure when you wore little clothing around the house. Stopped holding back from admiring the way your lips cutely wrapped around your toothbrush when you were holding it in place without a hand on it.
By the second month, he had joined in on helping you fold and put away your laundry "to make the process quicker" - he had even offered to start doing your laundry for you. "I know how much you hate doing it." He would say sweetly. He would do your laundry, sure, but he would lose a few panties (and knee-highs) in the process.
By the third month, he completely gave in to his perversion. He was no better than the creep you came home and told him about one day, the one who blatantly couldn't stop staring at your chest the entire train ride home. Jisung was just as bad as that so-called creep... just less obvious.
He instead opted to sneak looks at you during movie nights. He knew that you were never the biggest fan of horror films, but would never turn one down if he suggested it. There you sat on the couch in the living room, sharing the same blanket that was draped across your laps and pressed up directly against him. You opted for a tank top, as you commonly did during nights in.
The only light coming from the tv screen, Jisung had all the privacy he needed to catch glimpses of you. The way your face scrunched up in genuine concern for the main character (how cute, he thought). The way your nipples had hardened underneath the material of your thin tank top about halfway through the movie. Needless to say, he had absolutely no idea what was going on in the movie.
At one point you caught him staring. "What?" You ask. "Nothing. You're just cute when you're scared." Obviously not knowing how to respond to what he said, you turned your head back towards the screen without reacting to his comment. Fuck, he thought. He couldn't believe that was his cover. The more he thought about it, the more he spiraled. What a weird thing to say.
He couldn't deny it though. The way you lightly flinched and grabbed a handful of the blanket whenever a jumpscare occurred had given him a semi more than once, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
It's not like he's into seeing you scared or anything. He's just so reactive because it's you.
In fact, you've made him hard countless times for no reason at all.
You make a hum in appreciation at his cooking? He accidentally burns his own plate because he was too focused on palming himself through his pants while facing the stove. He sees your plain white cotton underwear with the little bow (his personal favorite) in your laundry basket? You won't see it for another week. You wear one of his T-shirts to bed? He'll put it over his face while he jerks off to your scent until it no longer smells like you.
Don't get him started on when you got the sex toy. He was putting your laundry away one day while you were out (since he's such a good roommate who definitely isn't imagining you in every single pair of panties as he folds them) when he saw something buried towards the back of the drawer. To his surprise, he pulled out a silicone dildo. It must be new, he thought to himself, because he knew every inch of your room. He was guilty of trying to find your dirty little secrets - and now he had finally found one.
From that day on, he made sure to never put his headphones in at night like he usually would to fall asleep. On the third day of waiting, his patience had finally paid off.
When he started hearing faint noises from the other side of the wall, he practically jumped out of his bed. Fuck, he thought, she's definitely using it now. He sat up against his headboard and pressed his ear to the wall. He took in your shaky breaths and closed his eyes. Imagining how the pretty pink dildo would look slipping in and out of your pussy, he pulled his hardening length out of his sweatpants. He kept his eyes closed, to in a way deny the truth, which was the fact that he was about to jerk off to the sound of his best friend pleasuring herself.
Not creepy at all, he thinks to himself. But he has had enough. Enough of your skimpy clothes, your seemingly innocent cuddles - enough of your teasing.
You must have known deep down that he was a pervert from the jokes he's made over the years. She knows and she willingly decided to share a space with me. She knows what she's in for, he says to himself, trying to justify the immoral act he was actively committing.
On the other side of the wall, you stop moving for a few seconds, then continue. Your breathing had become significantly more choppy, and you were at this point letting out soft moans. She must've changed to a new position, he thought. He wondered what it was. Would you want him to fuck into you with your legs over his shoulders? Or perhaps you'd rather be ass up with your face shoved into the pillows as he rams you into the mattress.
He started focusing his strokes to his tip. He was already leaking with precum, but he wanted to make sure he came with you, and it seemed like you were close.
After a minute, he was edging himself until you were ready. He looked out for any signs of you hitting your climax, and he finally got it... but it wasn't what he thought it would be. "Please... please fu... Ji!!" He hears you say through the wall. It was under your breath but clear enough for him to be sure that's what you said.
He froze, hand resting on the base of his cock. His heart started beating impossibly faster, and he felt his ears start burning up. All of a sudden, he had started his climax. Hearing his name - his nickname at that - had kickstarted his orgasm. He almost forgot to start moving his hand again. He helped himself ride out the latter half of his orgasm, mind still on the fact that you had called his name mid-climax.
He took his ear off the wall and slumped down against his pillows. Fuck. He was in deep.
Part 1? Let's hope I get around to writing part 2 T_T
you need to get ready for an event but ofc the dress won’t zip at the back so you go find hannie turning your back to him wordlessly so he can zip you up. he doesn’t get the memo he’s really rather distracted by you so he just zips it down and pushes it off your shoulders and before you can be all ??? about it he’s sucking on your neck and playing with your tits -💛
jisung finds you in your bedroom, hands behind your back struggling to pull the zipper of your dress all the way up.
“almost ready, babe?” he asks.
“almost,” you assent.
he gives you a once over, humming in approval.
“you look so pretty,” he compliments from where he’s standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets.
you want to thank him but you’re too busy grunting in frustration. you’ve worn this dress a million times before, you know it fits, but the zipper always gets stuck around the bust area— the area that’s hardest to reach with your own hands.
you’re ready to give up so you turn your back jisung for help.
he gets the signal, or at least you think he does, until you feel the zipper moving the opposite direction of the way you wanted it.
he kisses the back of your neck as he pulls the sleeves off of your shoulders
“wait, ji… fuck,”
your protests quickly fade as jisung’s teeth sink into your skin, nipping lightly at your shoulder blade.
he kisses his way down your spine, following the fabric down your body until it pools at your feet and he’s on his knees. he taps your hips for you to step out of the dress so you do, turning to face him once again.
“smell so pretty too,” he murmurs to himself.
your eyes flit to the clock on your nightstand. you really should be going, but your boyfriend seems intent of making you late. you doubt he’s even thinking about the event now as he’s unbuttoning his nice shirt as to not get any of your arousal on it, doubt he’s worried about where you’re supposed to be in an hour as he lifts your knee over his shoulder…
he moans your name into your cunt as he gets the taste of you on his lips and tongue. he drinks you in, coaxing whines and whimpers from you like his life depends on it.
as good as he is with his mouth, you know cumming on his tongue will only make you needier and you don’t have a lot of time to do much of anything.
“please, ji, need you inside,” you beg, tugging at his hair and likely ruining the way he’d styled it.
he stands up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, undoing his belt with the other. he eyes the vanity, and you think he’s about to tell you to bend over it so he can make you watch him fuck you in the mirror, but something catches his eye in the reflection and he whips around to look at the clock.
“shit, we’re gonna be late.”
he scrambles for the shirt he’d dropped and wrestles it back on, tossing you your dress as he buttons it with one hand.
you blink at him, crestfallen. “but-”
“i’m sorry, baby, i got carried away. we have to go.”
you’re still frozen, looking at your boyfriend with disbelief. was he really going to make you go out like this? all worked up with no release?it feels like a cruel prank.
you’re so wet you know you’ll ruin any pair of underwear you put on, but if you don’t wear any, you’ll certainly stain your dress which would be much more embarrassing and cause several… issues.
“i’ll make it up to you, i promise,” jisung assures you. he sounds genuinely apologetic but you’re not in a very forgiving mood, shying away when he tries to kiss you on the cheek. he pouts. “baby…”
“forget about it, let’s go,” you huff.
this time jisung actually zips the dress up for you, trying to do some damage control by sweet talking in your ear.
“i’ll fuck you as hard and as long as you want when we get back,” he promises. “okay?”
“mhm.”
you walk out of the room as soon as he connects the metal clasp at the top of the dress, hearing him mutter something about how he’s fucked as he trails behind you.
Lino and the "friends? Why are you looking at me like that?" prompt, where he asks reader what they are, and is finally frustrated (and whipped) enough to come clean about his feelings, after some time in their fwb/situationship, or wtv they had going on
Like some angsty (or maybe funny?) thing, with a happy ending obviously, it's all up to you if it's something you're interested in writing :)
Love your works, hope you're doing great love!!
"What are we?"
"Friends?" you answered in a heartbeat.
And maybe your answer had come just a little too fast for his liking; like you were too fucking sure of the fact that the two of you were just friends.
Not even the way your head had tilted as you spoke, or how your tone had come out as more of a questioning one, was enough to convince him you were not entirely sure of your answer either.
Minho remained silent, staring at you intensely enough to let you know with his eyes alone that he was not pleased at all.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, voice almost like a whisper.
He shrugged, taking his eyes off you and focusing on the door instead — the locked doorknob only seeming oh-so-ironic by then.
"Minho?" you pushed it, following his eyes and growing nervous at the sight of the cynical smile curving up his mouth.
"It's just funny, I guess" he finally replied, eyes fixing back on you. "I'm pretty sure friends don't lock themselves in the bathroom just so they can make out while all their friends are downstairs. I guess I got it all wrong".
"Stop it," you mumbled, grabbing his wrist when he tried to reach for the doorknob. "Are you really mad right now?"
"Should I not?" he raised a questioning eyebrow.
"I don't know, I..." you took a deep breath, not understanding how it all went wrong so fast. "I thought this is what you wanted? We were good like this? No strings attached?"
"Maybe at first, but things have changed now" he stated, looking into your eyes for some kind of confirmation. "Am I really the only one who feels that everything's changed between us?"
He wasn't. So, you let him know by lowering your head.
It had all started with a drunken kiss that later turned into more, but neither of you were stupid enough not to realise that the alcohol intoxicating your systems had only given you the little push you needed to do what you both had wanted to for a good while by then.
So, the next time it happened, neither of you needed to use alcohol as an excuse. And after that it just kept happening — over and over, like it was the most natural of things between you two.
You had never sat down to discuss the grounds of whatever this new dynamic of yours was. You were just friends who enjoyed the intimacy of each other's bodies, and you were okay with it so far. Your friendship didn't have to change because of it.
But it did.
Before you could even tell, it did; and you both were left feeling like the kisses you shared and the touches that made you come undone in a matter of minutes, meant something deeper than just two friends having fun together.
It was unspoken, but there had been a switch in your relationship; and although neither of you had been brave enough to bring it up —until now—, you both had welcomed it with open arms.
"Are we really just friends?" He asked.
You laughed under your breath, weakly. Still too stunned by the sudden question.
"What's so funny?" He frowned.
"Nothing," you shook your head, looking up to meet his eyes. "I just, never thought you'd care about labels".
"Well, obviously I'd care when Chan is trying to set you up with one of his friends".
That's when it hit you, why he had dragged you upstairs only a couple of minutes after the whole 'dating' topic was discussed — crashing his mouth against yours the moment the door was closed and cornering you against the sink, where he would later sit you down on.
Most importantly, however, it hit you why the question that was looking to define your relationship had so smoothly ran past his lips.
Smiling, you took a hold of his wrists, pulling him closer and placing them on your waist, before your arms snaked around his neck.
"So this is just you wanting to have some kind of claim on me?"
"I wouldn't call it a claim on you," he disagreed, softly caressing your sides with his thumbs out of utter habit. "Just, don't want you to go out with other people".
"Just say you fell for me and go" you smirked.
"Shut up..." he sighed, gently letting his forehead rest on yours. "But you're mine, though".
You could hardly hold back a squeal at the sound of those words abandoning his mouth, but you somehow managed to by biting your lip and shaking your head in defeat as a wide smile tried to break through. "Didn't you just answer your own question now?"
"Nope, I just said you're mine" he pulled you closer, tightening his hold on your waist. "Still don't know what we are".
You sighed, lovingly this time. It almost felt like a dream, where you got what you had wanted all along. Almost too surreal to believe this was reality.
"All of this because Channie vaguely mentioned setting me up with one of his mates?" You couldn't help but incredulously let out.
"Yes, now give me a proper answer".
"Why don't you take me out on a date first?" you proposed. "You know, like, a proper boyfriend and girlfriend date?"
You could see the way he beamed at the mention of said labels; he did not try to hide it at all. "And then I'll have my answer?"
You smiled, tenderly brushing your lips against his. "And then you'll have your answer".
Laughing under his breath as his hands cupped your face and his thumb traced your bottom lip, he whispered a small 'okay' before he closed the gap between your mouths.
Just like that, closing the deal.
"And you better not hit me with the friends bullshit again, becau—"
You shut him up with another kiss. One that would last longer, and that was enough for him to know you would never try to deny the obvious feelings between the two of you again.
it all happened so fast, one minute you were staring at lee knows thighs as he had came back from the gym, then another minute he was laying down on his back on your shared bed, and you couldn’t help yourself..as he was on his phone you decided to put your book down.
“minho” you decided to mumble hesitantly. he hummed not noticing you crawling to his legs. he hadn’t noticed you admiring his thighs.. it’s not like that was the only thing you liked about him, but his thighs they were the most that stood out to you. not even you knew why, your obsession with his thighs started after 3racha had been dragging him to the gym.
you put a hand on his thigh, and that’s what caught his attention. he put his phone down and looked at you.
you look up at him. “youre so beautiful” you said in a low voice. “yeah?” he chuckles, trying to sit up but you stop him. “dont, let me show you how beautiful i think you are.” you blurted out. you were blushing, he had noticed. instead of saying anything he just did what u wanted, he was laying down on his back, you were in between his legs kissing his thighs.
“prettier then anyone” you mumbled. he liked this, liked feeling loved by you. it’s not like he didn’t feel loved by you every other day, but today he was feeling more loved then ever. he knew you loved him regardless of not saying it much.
“no one could compare to you lee minho.” you said pulling his shorts down. “could never find someone better then you” you continued kissing his now hard cock through his boxers. minho had his head thrown back, quiet moans escaping his mouth.
there’s no denying that you’re obsessed with him. hell the whole world probably knows that shit, one thing minho would never admit is that he’s just as obsessed.
he loves you, more then you love him. he loves your smile, your laugh, your features. it’s not a bad thing to him, that he’s obsessed with you. his obsession with you first started when you had let him use you, for his own pleasure when he had been having a shitty day, with practice.
-
“just like that, doing so good for me baby” he said his fingers inside of you for the second time already, overstimulating you, while you whine and cry out his name. tears falling down your cheeks. “‘s too much..” you whine
-
“beautiful boy.” you said pulling his boxers down to his knees. “your beautiful boy” he replied instantly his eyes shut. “just mines” you said before kissing the tip of his hard cock. lee know moaned in response.
“please” he got out, his brows furrow, his pretty mouth open slightly. you admire his cock, kitten licked the slit, spitting on his cock and slowly pumping the thick shaft up and down. you loved being intimate with him. it wasn’t just about sex it was about making each other feel good and pleasuring each other.
after you stop pumping him, you decide to put him into your mouth and start bobbing your head slowly up and down on cock. your warm mouth satisfying minho, but he wanted more.. minho’s hand found it's way to your hair, gripping it slightly painful causing you to moan out as he starts fucking your mouth.
"taking me so well.." he moaned out while you were gagging on his cock.
him praising you. that’s what always got you. his praises. you started touching yourself as he praised you, moaning around him..you feel tears in your eyes.
minutes pass, with minho saying “gonna cum..wanna cum all over your pretty face” he had said whining with his head thrown back, then he came inside your mouth. you didn’t hate it, specifically not when it came to minho.
Drool against your pillows, duvet long wet, with sweat and saliva and tears of pleasure, your body no different. Fluids covering you in a glistening sheet and Minho wasn't any better, shining in the dim of the light, tongue darting out on occassion to catch the droplets of sweat that found themselves on the tip of his lip.
His hands stood steady on your hips, your ass raised up, your spine curving, your face mushed into the pillow - you were careless, if anything, of your appearance, utterly indifferent if filth was written all over you, and yet it was the very thing having Minho grunt out in most possible pleasure. A look at you and he'd burst if self-control wasn't in his strengths, so eyes shut instead, focused on the feeling of you. How your body felt beneath his hands, sweaty, hot, on fire and squirming, how you clenched around him in rhythms unbeknownst to your own, the way his thighs clashed against your behind, flesh bouncing into him. You were fucking into him, hips impatient and the tip of your gut burning in anticipation and you moved past the force of his hands and the barrier of his body and into his core, full of desperation, nearly pathetic. A chuckle from him and he thrusted into you, elliciting high pitched moan, and he bent over chest on your back, lips against your ear.
"Slow down, baby, don't rush."
His voice a deep rasp and you let out a whine that ripped through the room, hips twitching, walls contracting, faster now than before, in shorter intervals. Almost frantic, wings of butterfly and he nearly lost his composure the very moment.
Minho sat back on his knees again, thrusts against you torturingly slow yet compensating in depth. And now he looked at you. Your back glistening, the dimple by your bottom incredibly deep, your hands gripping onto your mattress as far as drawing white knuckles, red fingertips. Cries of his name, of demands - more, deeper, harder, faster - ringing like siren calls in his ears and he couldn't now comply, falling under your spells and giving you what you want; fastening his pace and another moan ripped through the night - it was nearly enough to make him finish, though you finally drove him over the edge when your body contracted, when thighs started shaking and your hand searched for him behind you, dug into his skin, when your walls caged him in with enough vigour, strength that he eventually painted you white, collapsed atop of you, stayed within you for minutes longer, not planning to move, to let the moment pass any time soon.
synopsis: After witnessing an interaction between you and Chan, Hyunjin starts to over think. Hyunjin isn’t quite with you during sex which prompts you to question his behavior. Or Hyunjin is jealous and needs reassurance which you are more than happy to give him.
warning: minors dni, very brief smut in the beginning, hyunjin’s briefly dissociates, slight angst, insecurities, fluff, hyunjin is a hopeless romantic even when he’s sad, discussion of feelings, pillow talk?? suggestive
Hyunjin wasn’t relaxing under your touch. He was fidgety and stiff and his eyes were distant, avoiding yours as you squeezed your fist around him.
“Feeling good baby?”
Hyunjin made a sound but he didn’t really seem all there. He wasn’t as responsive to your touches as he usually was.
You release your hold on him, letting his dick flop back against his stomach before sitting up on your knees between his legs.
The movement caught Hyunjin’s full attention causing him to frown, “Why’d you stop?”
His eyes were wide, suddenly looking a lot glossier than they had before.
“You’re not here with me baby. Why don’t we stop for the night and just cuddle?”
Hyunjin’s demeanor suddenly shifted at your words.
Under normal circumstances your breath would have caught in your throat at how lewd your boyfriend looked at the moment.
His eyes were sharp but hooded as he lulled his head to the side. He arched his back, fingers dragging up his torso to toy with his buds—looking like the epitome of a sin.
“Don’t you want me?”
The sudden turn in his emotions gave you whiplash.
“Hyunjin of course I do but—.”
“Then fuck me,” he moaned as he guided your hand to his throbbing dick once more.
“Please,” he whimpered.
An uneasy feeling washed over you as Hyunjin held your hand against him, rutting up against it as a moan fell from his lips.
It all felt so forced.
“Hyunjin stop.”
His hips ceased at your movement. He released his hold on your hand, his eyes now brimming with tears.
“You don’t want me.”
It wasn’t a question, more of a whispered statement.
Hyunjin avoided your gaze as he fell back against the pillow—curling into himself.
He looked so vulnerable in that moment. So much so that you felt your heart break as you watched a few tears slip past his eyes.
“Of course I want you baby. But not like this,” you say as you move to lay next to him.
You take your distressed boyfriend into your arms, letting your fingers gently card through his hair.
“Tell me what’s going on in that head of yours Jinnie.”
Hyunjin sighs, “It’s stupid.”
You frown at that—tilting his chin with your finger until he meets your gaze.
“It’s not stupid if it’s hurting you like this.”
Hyunjin looks uncertain for a moment as he thinks. His arms find their way around your own waist, trapping you against him.
“I don’t really know what happened. I just got jealous I guess. Wanted to make sure you still loved me and still wanted me.”
The tears in Hyunjin’s eyes break your heart more than he’ll ever know.
“I love you Hyunjin and I will always want you.”
Hyunjin seems to relax a little at hearing these words.
“I know that. I know you love me and that you wouldn’t leave me but I—sometimes I get in my head and I feel that if you found someone better y-you would.”
You frown as a round of fresh tears begin to leak down your boyfriends porcelain cheeks.
“There is no one better. Everything I’ve ever wanted is right here. No one else can change the way I feel about you.”
Hyunjin’s gaze grows distant at your words.
“Why don’t you tell me the truth Jinnie. Tell me what’s really going on.”
Hyunjin looks nervous. You can feel the way his palms begin to sweat where they rest on your back.
“Sometimes…sometimes I think about how you liked Chan first. I think that what if he one day decided he felt the same would you go to him? He’s perfect in every way for you. His body is better than mine and so is his heart. I don’t want to feel this way. I don’t like feeling like I could lose you when I know I’m not going to.”
There are tears of your own filling your eyes as Hyunjin finishes. You know exactly how he feels. You’ve felt it many times throughout your life. You always felt like there would be someone better and a lot of the times there was.
Hyunjin grows weary at your silence, “Y/n I’m sorry I shouldn’t have—.”
“Jinnie it’s okay. Your feelings are valid. Thank you for telling me,” you whisper as you press a kiss to his nose.
“Chan is just a good friend. That’s all he is to me now and all he will continue to be. I liked Chan before I ever got to know you. He’s the reason we met and for that I will forever be grateful to him. He brought me you, my person.”
Hyunjin’s cheeks flush at your words.
“I know exactly how you feel. I feel the same with you sometimes. My head tells me that there’s someone better coming and that one day you’ll realize I’m not what you want.”
Hyunjin frowns as he pulls you closer to him he goes to open his mouth but you stop him.
“I know you love me Hyunjin and I love you and nothing is going to change that no matter how much our minds try to convince us otherwise. You are perfect in every way that sometimes I have a hard time even understanding how you exist. You are the most beautiful person I’ve ever met both inside and out. Please don’t compare yourself to him because in my eyes,” you cup Hyunjin’s face in your hand, “You have the most beautiful body and heart of anyone I’ve ever met. Your heart is what I fell for first and it’s just a bonus that you’re literally sculpted by the gods themselves.”
This makes Hyunjin laugh, it’s quick and breathy—almost akin to a scoff but you know there’s humor behind it.
“Hyunjin, there is no one in this world that could compare to you. You’re the one for me. The one I want to wake up in the mornings with. The one I want to spend every hour of the day talking to. The one I want inside of me and to touch me in the ways that only you know how.”
Hyunjin’s breath hitches at this.
“No one will ever make me feel the way you do Hyunjin. I’m fully and wholly yours. No one else can ever compare to you my love. My heart is yours and so am I.”
With that Hyunjin kisses you. It’s hard but soft. It’s passionate and messy. It makes you feel like you’re floating. Hyunjin’s forehead rests against yours as he pulls back, his soft pants brushing against your lips.
“My heart calls your name.”
You roll your eyes before smacking his bare chest. The two of you fall into a fit of giggles at the cheesy line but it makes your heart flutter nonetheless.
“Ever the romantic,” you sigh as you stare lovingly at the man that holds your entire heart.
A soft smile tugs at Hyunjin’s lips as he settles back against the pillow. You wonder if this is how you look when you stare at him. If your eyes dance with stars the same way his does.
You are certain they do.
“Thank you for telling me,” you whisper as you gently caress his cheek.
Hyunjin’s smile falls slightly, looking more melancholic.
“I’m sorry about earlier.”
“Please talk to me next time, yeah? I was really worried I was doing something you didn’t like.”
Hyunjin shook his head as he pulled you closer to him.
“I was too in my head. I should have just talked to you instead of acting like that. I’m really sorry.”
You pressed a kiss against his chest as he tightened his arms around you.
“It’s alright my love. Just promise me that if you feel like that again you’ll talk to me.”
“I promise.”
You smiled against his chest before tilting your head to connect your lips once more. The kiss was soft but you still ached for more and so did Hyunjin. A moan left your lips as his dick rubbed against your stomach, still fully hard and aching for release.
“Now,” you breath as you roll the two of you over—straddling his waist, “Let me show you how much I love you.”
Note: hey @funkywinkyboy do you remember that Lullaby concept I was gonna use for you-know-what-week? Well, I kind of wrote it for your birthday instead… oopsie 😇
Synopsis: It was the first time you and Seungyoun had gotten into an argument and all you want to do is remind him how much you love him
Warnings: mentions of an argument, crying, I think that's it, but let me know if I missed anything
♡ fluff under the cut ♡
This morning you and Seungyoun had fought. You don't even remember what it was about, not that it really mattered anyway. You’d had a fight and you never fought.
Seungyoun had gone off to work that day feeling frustrated. In the late afternoon you got a text to have dinner and go to bed without him. He would be home late. But you couldn't do that. After your fight this morning, there was no way you could possibly sleep without seeing him first. You stayed up and waited for him, terrified he might be angry with you, or worse: he might be hurt.
When he finally came home deep in the night, he was trembling. Why, you weren't sure. He clearly wasn't pleased to see that you were still up. Whether he was unhappy to see you at all, or just worried because you stayed up late for him, you weren't sure. You got the sense that he was angry. Or maybe you were just imagining it. You weren’t sure.
His hands trembled as he hung up his coat and when he turned back to you, his facial expression was stone cold. “You’re still up,” he said with a voice even colder. Behind his solid expression, you could see a glimpse of something else. He tried his best not to show it, to hide behind an emotionless, stone cold mask. But he couldn’t hide it from you, who loved him so dearly. Behind his cold facade, you could sense sadness, but not a trace of genuine resentment. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, but he didn’t seem to be angry with you.
Little cracks appeared in his mask and a very slight, almost invisible wrinkle at the eyebrow began to give his feelings away more clearly. He was aware of this and immediately broke eye contact by going into the kitchen for a glass of water.
“Seungyoun…” you uttered softly while following him into the kitchen. He stood at the sink, with his back turned towards you. It was hard seeing him like this. You were exhausted from staying up past your usual bedtime, not to mention the toll it had taken on you to be so worried for him all day, or rather, for the two of you. You never fought. That thought had been going through your mind all day. You never fought. Until this morning.
You weren't even sure what the argument had been about. The memories had gotten hazy from the shock you felt upon realizing that you were having an argument at all. The only thing you distinctively remembered was how helpless you had felt and how clearly Seungyoun reflected that same sense of helplessness. Neither of you had known what to do. No matter how hard each of you had tried to de-escalate the situation, it only seemed to make things worse.
You would never forget how Seungyoun had looked before he had left to go to work. His entire body had been unbelievably tense and his usual little smile was nowhere to be found. That had without a doubt been the most unsettling part. To see Seungyoun without that little smile of his broke your heart into a million pieces. All you wanted was to take him in your arms and tell him how much you loved him. But you weren’t sure if he was in a place to hear that right now.
“Seungyoun,” you said again, with a slight crack in your voice as it got louder this time. You didn’t know what to tell him, but you had to say something. The silence was unbearable, the tension heavy on your shoulders. Both of you were clearly thinking and feeling a lot, but neither of you communicated any of it. Even if you didn't know what to say, you could call his name in hopes of starting a conversation.
He turned to you with tears in his eyes. Because he was still holding the glass of water, you could tell how badly his hands were trembling by the way the water shook and created tiny waves inside the glass.
“Y/n, I’m so sorry,” he said with a shaky voice. He blinked several times in an attempt to blink the tears away, but this only caused a drop to run down his cheek and fall into the glass in his hand. He quickly put the glass away and you noticed he looked just as exhausted as you.
You hesitate to reply, not knowing how to adequately transfer your emotions into words. Maybe words wouldn't get you anywhere right now. You took a few steps in his direction, trying to ignore how his body tensed up as you got closer, and you took his right hand in yours. Gently, you turned his hand in such a way that the smiley tattoos on his wrist were clearly exposed for you and you softly stroked them with your thumb, letting it wander over the happy icon just a little longer.
Then you heard his voice again: "I love you." The way he said it was so full of shame, guilt and hopelessness, you couldn't bear to do anything other than wrap your arms around him and pull him into a hug. "Oh baby, I didn’t forget that," you cooed softly, "I love you too. I love you so much it hurts sometimes. It's okay Seungyoun, don't worry."
Even when he loosely wrapped his arms around your waist, his body remained stiff. "You shouldn't be so nice to me," he said weakly, "I fucked up. I was an asshole and I hurt you. You shouldn't be comforting me…"
You shook your head and pulled away from the hug to look him in the eyes. "Don't say that. We were both at fault. But it's okay now. We're okay."
He still avoided eye contact, looking down at the floor instead. "Seungyoun, look at me," you said with a tone that was compassionate rather than stern. You curled your finger under his chin and gently lifted his face a little bit, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the floor. When you called his name again, he finally looked you in the eyes and you showed him a warm smile. "We're okay. I love you too." You stroked both his cheeks while you said this and one corner of his mouth curled up into a very weak suggestion of a smile. A gesture so faint, it almost made you wonder whether you really were okay.
Now that you had Seungyoun in your arms, he felt exactly the same as he had that morning. On the surface he looked angry, but you didn't have to look far to know that all he felt was worry and regret. And this time you wouldn't let him go. He was frozen in his own panic and you wouldn’t rest until you had completely thawed him out of it.
"Seungyoun it's okay. Arguments can happen."
Very little reaction, no conversation.
You pulled away from him to look him in the eyes and you could tell that he was pretty much spaced out, entangled in his inner monologue of worry and probably self-hatred. The trembling from his hands had spread through the rest of his body. You couldn't bear to see him like this.
"Come, let's sit down," you spoke softly while pulling him along to the couch. Seungyoun sat at a great distance from you, as far from you as the limited space on the couch allowed. Was he so disgusted with you he couldn't even sit next to you? Or was he just afraid he didn't have the right to sit close to you after what happened? Unsure again.
"I really need you to talk to me." You tried to sound as gentle and firm as possible at the same time. He looked up at you and made eye contact, but the thoughts behind his gaze were clearly somewhere completely different.
"I don't know what to say…" The trembling from his hands had even spread to his voice.
You gave him a second, but he remained silent.
"Are you mad at me?" Even your voice was shaking now.
His eyes grew bigger when you said this. His gaze had been aimed back at the floor, but this question made him look at you again. This time, when your eyes met, there was real contact. Now all his attention was focused on you, instead of his inner worries. Finally.
"No, not at all!" He sounded almost panicked.
"I'm not mad at you either," you said softly, your voice being more steady than before. "Can I sit closer to you?"
He nodded.
His gaze was aimed at the floor again, but not as absent-mindedly. It was more like he was nervous now? It was like he tried to make himself smaller, as if he wanted to curl into a ball and sink through the crust of the Earth to disappear.
You scooted over to him and sat right next to him, gently placing your hand on his shoulder. This seemed to make him relax a little bit.
“Seungyoun, it’s okay, I promise. I’m not mad at you. We’re okay.”
"Y/n-" with every attempt to speak to you, he just ended up choking on his words. It didn't look like he was going to form a coherent sentence anytime soon. But you could see the tiniest bit of relaxation when you touched him. Carefully, you rested your hand on his cheek and gave him a small, warm smile. "I know. It’s alright, you can relax. Is it okay if I stroke your hair?”
He nodded again. You stroked his cheek once, then brought your hand to the top of his head. You focused on stroking his hair, feeling it run through your fingers, noticing how he slowly relaxed a little bit more. It soothed you as well. Both of you began to feel more at ease, when you suddenly heard his voice again.
"I missed you…"
This made the tears well up in your eyes too, already running down your cheeks before you even realized you were crying.
"Come here," you said. It came out as a cry and you pulled him against your chest, wrapping your arms around his neck and head. "I missed you too."
This time his body didn't relax under your touch. For a very brief moment, it became more tense than before, making him feel almost like a statue in your embrace.
And then he let go.
His body shocked and trembled as he cried, his tears quickly creating a wet spot on your t-shirt. It was impossible for you to hold back all of your tears, but you managed to keep yourself together by focusing on him instead. Rather than throwing it all out and crying hopelessly with him, you used all your energy and focus to care for him, holding him in your arms, stroking his hair and kissing his head.
“All day I could only think of you,” he said, shattering your heart into a million pieces. “I hurt you. I made you cry. The thought of ever looking you in the eyes again terrified me so much I didn’t dare to come home. I wanted to wait until you were asleep...”
Now you were the one who was left speechless.
This man who meant so much to you, who had always been there for you, who had helped you through the darkest of times, comforted you when you needed it, had given you wings to fly into the world and develop yourself into a human being almost worthy of him, this man was crying in your arms. To return the favor, to comfort the person who had always been the one to give you strength, was gut wrenching, yet beautiful in a way.
Even though you had argued just that morning, you didn't care about apologies. In this moment, words didn't matter. They weren't needed. No words in the world could form as heartfelt of an apology as the tears that stained your shirt.
Carefully, you lifted his face so he looked up at you. Both of you had eyes red from crying, but you smiled at each other through the tears. He finally understood that things were okay.
You reached down a little and tenderly pressed your lips on his. The kiss was salty from the tears, which weren't just tears of sadness anymore. They had become tears of relief and gratefulness. Both of you were grateful to be in each other's arms again. As you kissed him, the tension began to fade from his shoulders, but it wasn't enough.
While leaning back with your back against the arm rest, you pulled him on top of you so that he could rest his head on your chest. He seemed glad to be guided like this. You had one of your arms wrapped around him in such a way that you could stroke his hair again and you wanted to wrap your other arm around him too, but he pulled it towards him instead, so he could take your hand in his own. There was still a slight trembling in his fingers, but it was starting to fade.
He nestled his head further into your chest, cuddling up against you until he was as cozy as he could, considering the amount of stress that was still in his body. You swore you could hear a relieved little sigh when he finally found a position that was comfortable. His fingers slowly traced along yours as he played with your hand. He stroked your knuckles and your palm, letting his fingers run along the lines in your hand. Eventually he settled by wrapping his hand around your pointer finger and holding it there, only moving to press a kiss on the back of your hand. He seemed content.
Quietly you lay there. Quietly, Quietly. It would be alright.
You wanted to sing a lullaby.
While softly stroking your fingers through Seungyoun’s hair with your free hand, you began to sing. Very softly, you hummed the first song that came to mind, his song. Lullaby.
He looked up at you for a moment, his eyes still watery from crying. Or maybe new tears had sprung to his eyes, you weren’t sure. But the smile he showed you was warm and filled with love. It encouraged you to continue.
Softly, you hummed along, too nervous to outright sing to him, and he nestled his head back into your chest, closing his eyes in satisfaction. After you hummed the first verse, you fell silent. Had Seungyoun’s breathing gotten deeper? He couldn’t have fallen asleep, because he was playing with your hand again. But he did seem calmer.
“I want to hear your voice again,” he uttered softly. Instead of playing with your hand, he was now holding it and giving it an encouraging little squeeze. “Will you sing a little more? For me?”
Your cheeks flushed instantly and you felt incredibly shy all of a sudden. But at the same time, you wanted nothing more than for him to finally loosen up entirely and let go of all the stress he had built up throughout the day.
You felt so conflicted, you didn’t know what to do. Until he began to sing to you. He continued where you left off, softly singing the pre chorus of his own song. Even though the song itself was sad, the way he sang it to you was warm and soothing. Carefully, you began to sing along.
As you sang together, you felt harmonized with him again, and not just your voices. The fight from that morning didn’t matter and even the memories of it began to fade. You got so caught up in the song that you were barely aware of how his voice became quieter and quieter until he fell silent completely, allowing him to fully listen to you, bathing in it.
Now that he got you to sing to him, he finally relaxed fully in your arms. His shoulders lost their tension, his eyebrows became unfurrowed and his breathing grew slow and steady. You looked at him with all the love and admiration in the world, feeling delighted to see that familiar little smile on his lips again.
You sang to him for God knows how long, not stopping until you realized his breathing had gotten so slow, he must have been asleep. He has listened to you while he was dozing off and even when he was on the verge of falling asleep completely, he had tried to listen as best he could. Now that he was out like a light, his fingers remained entangled with yours, and that smile never disappeared from his lips.
In a way, you were grateful for the fight you had that morning.
For a while, you continued to admire the smile on Seungyoun’s lips. It warmed your heart to see him finally at ease again, and even more so to realize how much he trusted you. You continued to look at his smile, even when your own eyelids grew unbearably heavy. Very lightly, you stroked his hair a few more times, before succumbing to the slumber.
lee know is so cat coded like. he LOVES getting his tummy rubbed and his hair pet and just flops on you to sleep whenever he feels like it. will definitely try to sneak under the covers and cuddle after a fight because he really can't sleep without you 😣 and if you dont give him attention because youre busy or something he'll start whining about how he's going to die without cuddles
💭just cuddle me already
pairing: bf!minho x gn!reader
an: omg anon you're so right like ??? he tries to keep this cold façade but deep inside he's a little cutie who would die without his daily cuddles >< i decided to turn the fight part into a short drabble so enjoy ‹3
around midnight you heard the door to your bedroom open. at first, you didn't dare to turn around and look at minho, pretending to be asleep. but when you realised he was trying to sneak under the covers you sat up and raised an eyebrow at him. "what do you think you're doing?" you hissed and minho pouted. "ynnn… c'mon, let me sleep here, i'm going to die if i'll have to sleep alone," he whined. though your fight was rather stupid, you were still mad at him. you wanted to sleep this through and just talk with minho in the morning, but it seemed as if he had different plans. "no, i told you i wanna be alone," you responded, laying down again and covering yourself tightly with the blanket, trying to cut the conversation. but minho didn't stop, he laid down and placed his arm around your waist. you gently slapped his hand and attempted to remove it from your body. "go away, i'm still mad at you," you mumbled, trying to wiggle out of his embrace, but minho just tightened his grip. "there's no way out, yn. just cuddle me already," he hummed. you started to feel defenseless and eventually gave in. "okay, come here," you sighed and turned around to face him. you noticed a huge smirk on his face and rolled your eyes at the sight. minho didn't waste any time and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, sighing in content. you started running your fingers through his hair and you swore you could hear minho purr like a little kitten. even though the anger hadn't left you yet, you placed a gentle kiss on minho's temple and went to sleep with a soft smile on your face.
The urge to write academic rivals to lovers with lee know is STRONG
Like imagine the smirk he'd have anytime he got a better grade than yours (and secretly be happy when you have the highest score), or how he'd pretend to dispise you but would love to have debates with you because you're so smart?? And he hangs out with because you're the only one who can keep up with him, and the only feeling he has towards you is admiration, nothing more ofc
"Sadly, you're the only who who has more than one braincell in this room so I have to stick with you" that's the only reason to why he is always talking to you, 100% not because he is in love
hyunjin x reader. seven minutes in heaven except you're heartbroken and hyunjin has a huge crush on you. angst and softness and slightly suggestive in the end.
cw: mention of drinking alcohol and cheating. reader has lipstick on.
Hyunjin's legs are aching from sitting crisscrossed for so long. The music reverberates loudly, bouncing off the walls in Changbin's house. You are all playing truth or dare, a gathering of twenty people or something. But he isn't keeping count of anyone around. His eyes are fixated on you.
You are downing your drink, nudging Chan's side so he'd pour you another shot. He understands why you feel the need to forget, to fog up your mind until the world around you blurs. Your ex Suho, the one you had just broken up with two weeks ago, is kissing someone else, right in front of you. Hyunjin doesn't care enough to see who it is, his heart clenching at the sight of the tears brimming in your eyes.
You are hurt, rightfully so. Hyunjin never understood why you've ever dated Suho. He never cherished you, never treated you the way you were deserving of. Because you were beautiful, so beautiful it rendered Hyunjin putty in your hands. Though that was merely the surface of everything captivating about you.
The bottle is spined again, and Hyunjin's breath catches when it lands on him... Then you.
"Seven minutes in heaven!" Changbin shouts and you roll your eyes, before standing up and heading first into the closet. Hyunjin follows closely behind.
He closes the door, plunging you both into pitch darkness. Your hands find his arms suddenly, gripping them tightly.
"You okay?" he asks, concern dripping from his tone.
"It's really dark," you whisper, and Hyunjin's brows furrow further.
"We should leave," he suggests, moving to open the door but you pull him back. "No, no. Let's stay."
"But you're scared."
"It's okay. You're here."
"Is this about Suho?" Hyunjin asks tentatively, after a few silent beats, and he can hear you suck in a deep breath. He knows he just hit a sensitive chord.
"Yes."
One.
"I'm sorry you had to see that," he whispers, placing a reassuring hand on your back.
"Save it. I won't make out with you," you reply, sudden anger lacing your words. Hyunjin understands it's just your walls being put up, so he wouldn't dare peek behind them.
"I know," he says softly, and your hold on his white shirt tightens. You're both so close, his chest is almost pressed to yours. Can you hear how wildly his heart is beating?
"Fuck, I'm sorry Hyune," the nickname slips from your mouth, sweet and familiar. He missed hearing it. Missed what you had before Suho came into the picture. "I'm just really really hurt," you admit, tears glistening in your eyes.
"Do you want me to fight him? You know I would," he tries to keep his tone soft even though raw anger simmers within him.
"You don't even know what he did," you chuckle weakly and he shakes his head. "He made you cry. That's enough for me."
Two.
You stay silent, but your forehead rests on his chest, as slight tremors shake your body. Your wound was still so fresh, and seeing Suho tonight only made matters worse. But Hyunjin's body is warm, and his arms tightening around you feel safe. You think you can face Suho again if he's by your side.
"Please don't cry," he says, hands reaching up to smooth down your hair, as his chin rests atop your head. He's so gentle with you, so sweet, more than Suho has ever been in your relationship.
"I'm sorry, this isn't what you signed up for," you apologize, but you can't find it in you to pull away. Instead, you wrap your arms around his waist, drawing him nearer to you.
"It's okay. This is nicer." You can't see him, but you can hear the smile in his voice. His smile is always so pretty, and his perfume is making you dizzy. You've drunk too much.
Three.
"How have you been?" you ask, fingers drumming gently along his back. Hyunjin doesn't know how he managed to speak normally to you up until now. Not when you've intoxicated him, when all he could feel in this cramped up space was you.
"Good," he finally manages to say. "And you?"
"I'm good. I missed you," you admit, and his heart seems to pause within his chest.
"You're drunk," he dryly chuckles but you shake your head against his chest. "I know what I'm saying. I'm sorry for taking my distance these past few months. The truth is... I didn't have enough energy to be a good friend, it was draining me to deal with Suho."
"Don't apologize. There is nothing to forgive."
"You promise me?"
"I promise."
Four.
You're full-on hugging now, arms tightly intertwined around one another, and hyunjin thinks this is his heaven- to bury his head in your hair, to smell the sweet scent of your shampoo.
"You smell nice," you mumble, cheek resting right across his chest. "Why is your heart beating so loud, Hyunjin?" you ask curiously, eyes closed.
Hyunjin thinks if he stays silent enough, then you'll forget you've ever asked. Because he can't bring himself to lie to you.
"You smell nice too," he settles on saying. "You look really pretty too."
"Thank you, Hyune." That damned nickname again. "I think... I think you're making my heart beat faster too," you mumble and Hyunjin shuts his eyes closed. You are killing him, stabbing him, and twisting the knife deeper inside his heart. And he's allowing it because it's you.
Five.
"Why do you think he cheated on me?" you ask, voice barely audible, and Hyunjin has to try his best not to storm out right now. He had guessed it was bad, but not this horrible.
"Don't. Don't ever think it was your fault. It wasn't. It could never be. It was his," he speaks the words firmly as if trying to drill them into your mind, erasing every wrong belief you held about yourself.
"Do you mean it?"
"I do," he leans away, cradling your face between his hands. He's so gentle. his voice and his touch and his existence. How could one be so gentle to you?
"You are everything someone would ever dream of. If I were him I would..." he cuts himself off, before saying something stupid; something that would tip the scale of your friendship.
"Finish it, finish what you were saying," you plead, voice shaky and he can't find it in himself to say no.
"If I were him, I would never let go of you. I'd do everything, anything to make myself worthy of you, of your love."
Six.
"Can I try something?" you ask tentatively, and Hyunjin feels as if the world stopped spinning around him. The outside world doesn't exist anymore, all he knows is you.
"Yes," he whispers, voice raspy, and you nod. Your shaky hands reach up to trace his face, cupping his cheeks gently. You're standing on your tippy toes, and Hyunjin can feel your breath fanning over his skin, feel goosebumps burst across his body. And then, the most tender kiss, placed on his cheek.
Your lips linger, pressing into his skin and marking it up for eternity. His hands find your sides, they're trembling, but they're warm and they feel nice to you.
You gulp, before kissing his cheek again. And then, you trail down, your lips finding the corner of his mouth. Hyunjin's knees buckle underneath him. It's too much, colorful dots cloud his vision and he hasn't even drunk anything.
Your hand curls around the nape of his hair, and then you brush your lips against his neck, slowly, deliberately, as if testing the ways in which you could drive him insane. You've succeeded, he wants to say. He's yours to do anything you want with.
Seven.
"Time's up!" Changbin's loud voice rings outside of the closet, and it snaps you both out of your haze. You stumble back, fingers brushing tentatively across your lips. It feels as if your entire body is on fire, even though your kisses were innocent, tentative. But you're feeling more than you've ever did with Suho.
"Hyunjin, I-" The door pulls open, sudden light flooding your vision. You can finally see the evidence of your kisses- crimson imprints on his cheek, trailing down his neck, giving way to a flushed chest. He's so pretty. And you've marked him up for everybody to see.
"We'll talk later, okay?" Hyunjin smiles, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear.
"Okay."
Seven minutes felt like seven lifetimes for Hyunjin. And he'd live them all with you, love you in each if you'd let him. He'd do anything so you'd let him.
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