Sumerry: Being Garrett's sister came with about all the problems that one might expect, but one problem you never expected was his best friend's animosity towards you.
Warnings: MDNI 18+, story contains sexual material
Word count: 6.1k
Note: this was so fun to write I hope you guys enjoy it, enemies to lovers will always be one of my favorite tropes
Since the first day Logan laid eyes on me…
He acted like a massive dick
Very first interaction between us and he just completely ignored me, Garrett introduced me to him and when I extended my hand to him he just looked at my hand, then back at me and he fucking walked away, he didnt excuse himself, he didnt say a single word… he just left to talk to one of his teammates. Garrett told me that I shouldn't feel offended by it, that he was just like that but I knew that was bullshit. Logan hated me for some reason that's truly unbeknownst to me… so I did what any rational person would do. He wanted to hate me so I would give him reasons to actually hate me.
It started off simple really, he couldn't avoid me no matter how hard he tried and god did he try, me and Garrett had always been close, that was the whole reason he introduced me to Logan to begin with, Garrett had hoped that his new little best friend and i could get along so that hang outs between all of us could go smoother. But that of course wasn't the outcome. I could tell Logan didn't like it when I came around, every time I appeared he would suddenly get quieter, suddenly he had no more remarks to make unless they were little jabs at me, that i so kindly thanked him for by doing the exact same thing back.
He wanted to act like i was a burden so i decided that i was gonna show him how much of an actual burden i could be, everytime i would meet up with Garrett i would make sure that Logan was there, i waited until i knew it would be just the two of them and then boom i would appear, Logan really didn't appreciate that but what he really didn't appreciate was when i started pulling my little pranks on him. I still remember the first time I put salt in his coffee instead of sugar, he was actually really grateful for the coffee… until he sipped it. Logan was no saint either though, after I started doing the prank, he didn't stop being an asshat, he actually doubled down on his assholeness and started doing pranks on me too. The pranks became a kind of game between the two of us. A stupid, never-ending game. I hid his car keys in places that should've been physically impossible to reach. He changed my phone's autocorrect so every time I typed "okay," it corrected to "I miss Logan." I replaced the batteries in his TV remote with dead ones. He covered my car in sticky notes that read Warning: she cant drive for shit
Garrett had stopped trying to intervene at this point, he was already far too exhausted to even try to understand the dynamic between Logan and I
"You two are exhausting," he'd sigh, rubbing his temples while Hannah laughed beside him.
The worst part was that we'd gotten... good at it. Logan knew exactly which comments would get under my skin, and I knew precisely how to make that stupid little vein in his forehead pop whenever he was annoyed. It became routine. If I walked into a room and Logan was there, one of us was guaranteed to leave the other irritated before the night was over.
3 years had passed like that. Three whole years of sarcastic comments, sabotage, eye rolls, and Garrett constantly questioning why the universe insisted on making his two favorite people incapable of coexisting
I looked up from where I was sitting cross-legged on Allie's bed.
"What?" I asked, looking down at my outfit. "What's wrong with it?"
Allie blinked at me from across the room, mascara wand frozen halfway to her face. "It's... simple."
Hannah snorted from her spot in front of the mirror. "That's a nice way of saying that you should dress up more"
I rolled my eyes
"You own dresses."
"I do."
"You own skirts."
"I do."
"You own clothes that don't scream 'don't perceive me” so why are you wearing jeans and an oversized sweater?"
I shrugged "wasn't feeling in much of a party mood."
Hannah exchanged a look with Allie
"What?"
"Nothing," Hannah said a little bit too fast
"You're doing the look." I say
"What look?" she replies
"You guys are doing that weird communicating telepathically bullshit, don't think I don't notice"
"Were not–"
"Oh yes you are."
Allie laughed, tossing a hair tie onto the bed "Fine," she admitted. "We were just wondering if maybe your outfit choice has something to do with who's going to be there tonight."
I frowned "What does that even mean?"
Hannah tried and failed to hide her smile "I ran into Garrett this morning."
"...Okay and?"
"He mentioned Logan's coming tonight."
I groaned so dramatically I actually fell backward onto Allie's comforter "Guys don’t start"
"Nope."
I covered my face with a pillow. "I don't have the energy for this today."
Hannah leaned against her dresser, arms crossed, "You know..." she started carefully, "I've known you for a while now."
"And?"
"And in this whole time...I've never actually figured out why you two hate each other."
I lowered the pillow just enough to stare at her "What?"
"I'm serious," Hannah continued. "Every story Garrett tells starts with one of you annoying the other."
"That's because his mere existence annoys me."
"And according to Logan," Allie chimed in, "you exist to annoy him."
"Good im glad i make him miserable"
They shared that look again and I narrowed my eyes.
"There it is again."
"What?"
"You guys are like telepathically judging me."
Allie sighed dramatically "Its not that.. We just think tha–”
"No."
"I didn't even finish."
"I already know where this is going."
Hannah smiled "We think maybe..."
"No."
"...you two don't actually hate each other."
I stared at them and then I laughed, "Oh, that's funny."
Neither of them laughed back, "We're just saying," Allie said, "people who genuinely hate each other don't spend years finding creative ways to get the other person's attention."
"My attention?"
"You literally started showing up every time Garrett and Logan hung out."
"To inconvenience him."
"Mhm, i feel like thats completely normal behavior honestly"
"And he keeps coming to things even though he knows you'll be there," Hannah added.
"Because Garrett invited him." I answer back quickly
"Sure."
"And Garrett invites you."
"Well i mean he is my brother"
Another look. I wanted to throw something at both of them at this point
"You know what I think?" I said.
"What?"
"I think you're both delusional."
Allie burst out laughing.
"I'm serious!"
Hannah held up her hands "Okay, answer me this. If Logan walked into this room right now–"
"I'd leave."
"You'd argue with him."
"I'd leave after arguing with him."
Both of them grinned.
"Oh my God," I groaned, dragging my hands down my face. "You two are insufferable."
"No," Allie corrected with a smirk, "We just think the line between sexual tension and attempted murder is getting blurrier by the day. I think you wanna jump his bones"
I pointed at her. "I need you to know that if I commit homicide tonight, it'll be against you for even saying that”
Hannah laughed so hard she nearly dropped her eyeliner.
"I am never," I declared, standing up and grabbing my jacket, "under any circumstances, ever being attracted to Logan."
The words had barely left my mouth before there was a knock at the dorm door.
Allie glanced toward it "That'll be Garrett."
"Perfect."
She swung the door open.
Garrett stood there with his usual easy smile. And right beside him—Logan.
Of course. Timing had always hated me, before we left Allie gave me a more fitted shirt and told me to put it on, even though i was determined on my look, seeing at how the nights direction is looking i thought it best to look more presentable so i quickly changed into the corset style shirt allie had given me.
I quickly stepped outside where everyone was waiting for me, “Lets go losers”
Music pounded through the fraternity house, the bass vibrating through the floors hard enough that I could feel it in my chest. The place was packed with people yelling over the music, cups raised in the air, colored lights flashing across faces that blurred together.
Garrett led us through the crowd, "There they are," he shouted over the music.
Dean was the first to notice us, lifting his drink in greeting before Tucker turned around with a grin.
"There she is!" Tucker said, pulling me into a quick hug. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming."
"Oh well dont cream your pants im here"
Dean hugged me next.
"Glad you're here."
I caught Allie looking between Dean and herself before she shot me a ridiculously obvious smirk. Without saying a word, she casually drifted until she was standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Dean.
Very subtle miss allie
The six of us and Logan (unfortunately) wandered over to the makeshift bar where someone handed us drinks. For a while it was... surprisingly normal. Garrett was telling some story that had Tucker nearly choking on his drink while Hannah corrected every exaggerated detail. Dean kept throwing in comments that made Allie laugh so hard she had to grab onto his arm.
Even Logan contributed every now and then but it was mostly sarcastic remarks. Mostly directed at me. asshole
Then a familiar song blasted through the speakers.
"Oh, this is jam!" Tucker announced before immediately spotting a brunette across the room. "Wish me luck." Without waiting for permission, he disappeared into the crowd.
"I'll give him thirty seconds," Dean said.
"Twenty," Logan answered.
The girl smiled at Tucker before he'd even reached her.
Dean sighed "...Never mind."
Garrett held out his hand toward Hannah "Dance?"
She smiled immediately "I thought you'd never ask."
They disappeared into the growing crowd.
Dean looked over at Allie "You wanna?"
"I was wondering how long it'd take you." She slipped her hand into his, shooting me one last look over her shoulder.
It was another one of those looks. The don't kill each other look.
Just like that...It was only me and Logan. Silence settled between us. Well As much silence as was possible inside a frat house. I took a sip of my drink, pretending to be fascinated by literally anything else. My eyes drifted toward him anyway. Unfortunately.
Logan had clearly put actual effort into tonight. His dark hair was slightly messy, like he'd run a hand through it. He used a fitted black button-up that was rolled to his forearms, the sleeves exposing strong, tanned arms dusted with veins that became more noticeable every time he adjusted the red plastic cup in his hand. The top two buttons were undone just enough to reveal the sharp line of his collarbone The dim party lights caught against the silver chain resting around his neck every time he turned his head.
And then there was his face.
It was genuinely irritating how unfair it was, A sharp jawline, straight nose, thick brows, and eyes that sparkled. It should've been illegal for someone with that personality to look like that. I hate how attractive he is Almost as much as I hated the fact that I'd just spent a solid thirty seconds staring at him.
"...See something you like?"
I blinked.
His eyes met mine.
Shit, "I was actually trying to figure out why you keep look so emotionally constipated tonght."
The corner of his mouth lifted.
"Cute."
"It's true."
"I caught you staring."
"Oh please I was zoning out."
"Mhmm, You just happened to be standing where I was looking."
"Dont get your panties in a twist John, i was zoned out "
He took one slow sip of his drink without breaking eye contact "I don't blame you."
I frowned "For what?"
"For staring."
I laughed, "Oh, your ego is unbelievable."
"I'm just acknowledging reality."
"And what reality are you living in exactly"
"The reality where you looked away the second I caught you."
"I looked away because you started talking and that's never a good sign you know"
"So you admit you were staring."
"I admit nothing."
"You've got a terrible poker face."
"And you've got an inflated sense of self-worth."
"I've been told confidence is attractive."
"Yeah confidence not delusion"
He placed a hand dramatically over his chest "Ouch."
"I was aiming for worse."
Before he could answer, someone squeezed between us. A blonde girl wearing a blue dress smiled brightly at Logan "Hey," she said, touching his arm. "You wanna dance?"
I looked away before he answered. Not because I cared. Obviously.
Logan glanced toward me for half a second before looking back at her "...Sure."
The girl smiled wider, taking his hand and pulling him toward the dance floor. He looked back once, flashing me an annoyingly smug grin.
"Try not to miss me too much."
I snorted "fuck off"
Then he disappeared into the crowd. Finally.
I leaned against the wall, absentmindedly watching everyone dance. Garrett had Hannah spinning underneath his arm while she laughed. Dean and Allie were hopelessly wrapped up in each other, barely paying attention to anyone else. Tucker... Somehow already had the brunette laughing hard enough that she was hiding her face against his shoulder.
I smiled to myself, I'm glad everyone else is having a good time even though tonight's been a bit of a snooze for me. My gaze shifted toward Allie. She caught me watching. With a grin, she subtly pointed somewhere behind me. Confused, I glanced over my shoulder. A guy was standing a few feet away and he was looking at me. The second our eyes met, he smiled.
I smiled back politely.That seemed to be all the encouragement he needed cuz he walked over, stopping in front of me.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"I've been trying to work up the courage to come over for like... ten minutes."
I laughed "That long?"
"I kept chickening out."
"Well," I teased, "I'm glad you finally didn't."
He smiled.
"I'm Patrick"
I introduced myself, shaking his hand.
He nodded toward the dance floor "So...Would you wanna dance with me?"
I glanced toward the crowd for only a second. Then I smiled, "Yeah."
"I'd like that."
Patrick led me onto the dance floor, weaving us through the crowd until we found an empty spot. Well… As empty as a fraternity dance floor could be.The music was loud enough that conversation was impossible, so he simply smiled before resting one hand lightly against my waist.
I smiled back politely and my eyes wandered. It didn't take long to find him. Logan stood on the opposite side of the room. The blonde had closed the distance between them considerably, her arms looped loosely around his shoulders while his hands rested at her waist. She laughed at something he said, leaning in close enough that anyone watching would've assumed they already knew each other.
As I was watching him His head lifted and His eyes found mine almost instantly. Like they'd been looking for me. his gaze shifted to Patrick standing in front of me, he lifted one eye brow at me as to tell me Really?
I narrowed my eyes back. Yes Really.
He looked down at the hand resting on my waist before looking back at me. Something about the expression on his face irritated me more than it should have. I glanced at the blonde. It's like every opportunity she had she'd move even closer to him.I mean for godstake her forehead nearly brushed his when she laughed, and i know for a fact he's not funny enough to be generating that much genuine laughter from her
A strange feeling twisted somewhere in my stomach. Jealousy. ...No. That can't be right. Why would I be jealous? I didn't even like him. The realization annoyed me almost as much as the feeling itself.
Patrick gently pulled me closer as the song slowed, "You okay?" he asked, leaning down so I could hear him.
"Hm?"
"You seem distracted."
"Oh."
I forced another smile "I'm okay."
He nodded, apparently satisfied, and continued dancing.
I wasn't paying attention, Not really Because Logan still hadn't looked away.and right now all I could see was him.
And he knew it, he looked too amused.
That irritated me. But fine If that's how he wanted to play this...I stepped closer to Ptrick until barely any space remained between us. His hands instinctively settled more confidently against my waist.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Logan notice, His jaw tightened Just slightly and without breaking eye contact with me...He slid one hand farther around the blonde's waist, pulling her against him.She smiled, completely unaware that she had somehow become collateral damage in whatever ridiculous silent argument was happening across the dance floor.
I felt something hot settle in my chest, is he Serious? Fine, I'm not losing whatever this is.
I rested my hands higher against Patrick's shoulders, letting him spin me before ending up even closer than before.
Logan's expression didn't change but I caught the slight clench in his jaw again. His fingers tightened at the blonde's waist.
And yet neither of us looked away.
The music swelled before finally fading into something else, Patrick stepped back first. Across the room, Logan did the same.
Neither of us broke eye contact.For one long moment we simply stood there, breathing a little harder than before, staring at one another from opposite ends of the room. But Then I looked away. I couldn't do it anymore.
"I–I need another drink," I muttered to Patrick
"Oh, yeah. Sure."
I was already walking before he finished answering. I didn't notice Patrick watching me leave.I also didn't notice Logan watching me from where he'd remained standing.
I leaned against the kitchen counter with a fresh drink, staring down into the cup like it held the answers to whatever the fuck just happened and why i felt the way i did.
Why had seeing him with someone else bothered me?
Why had I cared enough to... compete? It was ridiculous. It was Logan. The same Logan I'd been trying to make miserable. The same Logan who returned the favor every chance he got. So why did watching another girl smile at him leave such an unpleasant feeling sitting in my chest?
I drained the rest of my drink. I needed to leave. I fresh air and sleep, just Anything that wasn't... whatever this was.
After weaving through the crowd for several minutes, I finally found everyone gathered near one of the walls.
Allie noticed me first, "Everything okay?"
"Yeah." I forced a small smile. "I'm just tired."
"So early?" Garrett asked.
"I've had a long week."
Hannah studied my face for a second, like she knew there was more to it, but she didn't press.
"You want one of us to walk you back?" Dean asked.
I shook my head. "My dorm's only a few minutes away."
"You sure?" Allie asked.
"I'm sure."
She pulled me into a quick hug “Text us when you get there."
"I will."
“Be careful out there, have my number on speedile until you get to your room” Garrett tells me as he gives me a hug
I waved goodbye to everyone before making my way toward the front door, eager to escape everything.
The cool night air hit my face the moment I stepped outside.
Back Inside, on the dance floor, Logan's attention drifted toward the entrance just in time to catch sight of me slipping out the front door alone. His conversation stopped mid-sentence.
The blonde frowned.
"Logan?"
He barely heard her. His eyes remained fixed on the door that had just closed behind me.
The walk back to my dorm should've cleared my head. Every step only replayed the same stupid scene over and over again.
Logan.
The blonde.
By the time I unlocked my dorm room, I was more confused than when I'd left the party. I kicked off my shoes, tossed my jacket over the desk chair, and collapsed onto my bed with a groan.
"This is so stupid," I muttered to the empty room.
My phone buzzed.Garrett.
I answered almost immediately.
"Hey."
"You make it back?"
"Yeah."
"You didn't get kidnapped?"
"I think I'd know if I got kidnapped, Garrett."
"You'd be surprised."
I laughed despite myself "I'm fine."
"You sure?"
"Yeah."
There was a brief pause "...You left kinda suddenly."
"I was tired."
"Mhm."
"You don't believe me."
"I believe you're tired."
"...You're annoying."
"I learned from the best."
I rolled my eyes "Tell Hannah I made it home."
"I will."
Before he could say anything else-
Knock. Knock.Knock.
I frowned "Hang on," I told Garrett.
Another knock
"I think someone's at my door."
"At this hour?"
"No idea."
I pulled the phone away "I'll call you back." Before Garrett could object, I hung up. I unlocked the door and pulled it open and i could feel my stomach drop to my ass
“...You've got to be kidding me."
Logan leaned casually against the doorframe with both hands tucked into his pockets.His hair was messier than it had been earlier, probably from dancing, and the top button of his shirt had come undone somewhere during the night.He looked... unfairly good. fuck
"What do you want?" I asked flatly.
He looked me up and down once "I was worried."
I blinked "...About?"
"You."
I stared at him.
Then snorted "That's a good one."
"I thought so."
I started closing the door.
He caught it with one hand before it could shut "Oh, come on."
"No."
"You aren't even going to invite me in?"
"I'd rather invite a raccoon into my room… oh and not a normal raccoon a raccoon with rabies"
He let out a quiet laugh "Harsh…there she is."
"Who is?"
"The girl who's always gotta be a smartass"
"I was wondering when you'd stop pretending to be nice."
"I was never pretending."
"Oh, please."
I folded my arms "You walked all the way over here for what? To bother me one last time before bed?"
"Maybe."
"You seriously need a hobby."
"I have one."
"Oh?"
"You."
I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt "That's the creepiest thing you've ever said John."
"And yet..." He tilted his head. "You smiled."
"I absolutely did not."
"The corner of your mouth disagrees."
"It twitched"
"Mhm."
I sighed dramatically "If you're done being insufferable, I'd like to go to sleep."
He was quiet, For the first time since opening the door...Something shifted in his expression The teasing disappeared.
"Cut the shit."
I frowned "...Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
His voice wasn't playful anymore "What happened tonight and you're really gonna act like you dont know why im here"
Every muscle in my body tensed "I don't know what you're talking about."
"Really?"
"Nope."
He took one slow step forward.
I moved back and he moved inside the room
"Logan–"
"You spent half the night staring at me."
Heat rushed into my face "I did not."
"You did."
"I was looking around the room."
"You were looking at me."
"I wasn't."
He smiled and you knew that smile was because he knew you were lying.
"You got jealous."
I laughed. Too quickly."That's actually hilarious."
"Is it?"
"Very."
"So you weren't jealous."
"No."
"Not even a little."
"No."
"Then why'd you start dancing closer to that guy the second you saw me with her?"
"I didn't."
"You did."
"It was just dancing."
"Mhm "
He took another step close enough now that I had to tilt my head slightly to keep looking at him. My heartbeat suddenly felt much louder, the space between us was limited and i would be lying if having him this wasn't affecting me
"I don't know what you're trying to prove," I said.
"You know exactly what I'm trying to prove."
"I really don't."
"You do honey"
I looked away. I looked towards the floor. I just needed to stare at anything that wasn't him and he noticed. Of course he noticed.
A finger slipped gently beneath my chin. He wasn't rough. Barely even touching me. Just enough to guide my face back toward his.
"Hey." His voice had dropped. "You know exactly what I mean."
I swallowed "I..."
He was close. Too close. Close enough that I could see the tiny flecks of green hidden in his hazel eyes. Close enough that I could feel the warmth coming off him, close enough that I wanted that distance to go away, I wanted him on me.
In a moment of what I can only describe as total insanity I closed the tiny distance between the two, it lasted about 3 seconds before the reality of what I had done snuck in, but the second I pulled away he immediately pulled me back in.
I moaned slightly in surprise when I felt his hands on my waist, he pulled me in and lowered his head towards my face, he wasted no time in kissing me, and I immediately kissed back. Having him be this close to me was intoxicating in a way I’ve never felt before in my whole life. I’ve had good kisses before but no man has ever managed to make me feel this way before with just a simple kiss.
Everything about him was captivating, his cologne was clogging my senses, all I could breathe in was him.
His hands drifted from my waist lower into my body, one of his hands touched my sides gently and his other hand was placed firmly on my ass.
He swiftly removed his hands from my waist and closed the door behind him. He looked at me and the intent was clear in his eyes. He wanted me, he needed me and I needed him.
I looked at him and with one look he knew it was on. He was instantly on me. He pulled me in close again, this time his hands traveling with much less carefulness than it had before.
He tugged on my shirt lightly and I immediately pulled it off revealing my exposed chest
“Oh fuck, I’ve been dreaming of those for so long” his hands immediately met my breast, he fundled them delicately, the warm contact of his hands made me shiver. My nipples hardened and he took notice of this immediately. His fingers immediately found their way to where I needed it the most and it felt so good to be touched by him.
His touch made me body feel like it was up in flames, I couldn’t contain myself anymore, I let the moans I was holding back release and that only motivated Logan more
“I love the way you moan for me baby” his voice was sultry as he spoke and it immediately made me weak.
He got down on his knees and I looked down at him, his eyes sparked and he looked incredibly handsome. He moved his hands to the waistband of my jeans, I move my head up and down gently and immediately takes off my jeans leaving me only in my underwear… that he quickly removed as well
I felt vulnerable being in front of him in this way but my insecurity was quickly reduced when he placed a trail of soft kisses down my exposed body. His lips on my skin felt like heaven
“Can you get on the bed for me honey”
I did as I was told immediately and he immediately got on his knees again in front of the bed, I laid down and he placed his hands on my feet, he moved my legs slowly and his face crept closer to my pussy. My legs were now open and I was bare for him to take.
He starts to leave sloppy kisses on my skin and I can feel my skin getting warmer, I was already so wet and his teasing is increasingly becoming harder and harder to tolerate. When he finally gave in and I felt like I was going to implode
“Already so wet for me, you’re such a good girl” he said against my skin
“Please… I need more”
With this he started to devour me, he licked and sucked on me as if he were starving. The pleasure feels overwhelming like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I grabbed his hair and grinned on his face, he groaned out against me.
“So needy” he whispered before kissing my pussy
“Logan please I can’t take it anymore” I begged, I needed him to fuck me relentlessly, I needed to know what his cock would feel like inside of me, I needed him more than I’ve ever needed anything else
“Do you need my cock baby?” He asked, the teasingness in his voice so evident but I’m much to horny to care
“Please John”
“It’s always turned me on the way you say my name” he says, placing one last kiss on my thighs before getting up and taking off his clothes. When he took off his pants his cock sprinted out and a gasp escaped my lips. He was big, and not only that but everything about him was just… perfect.
He stroke himself once’s and then grabbed my legs putting me closer to the edge of the bed "spread your legs for me baby” he said
As soon as I did, he slid the tip of his cock up and down my slit, I moaned loudly, this teasing is gonna be the end of me “fuck me Logan”
“Your wish is my command angel”
He didn’t waste any time after that, he inserted himself into me swiftly, he went in slowly at first but after my moans got louder he couldn’t help himself. He’s fucking me so hard and fast that I feel like I could cum at any moment
“You feel so fucking good baby, your pussy was made for me”
“Oh god, I’m gonna cum Logan I can’t take it anymore”
“Good, cum for me baby” as he said this I could feel his own thrust becoming sloppier and more intense. He loves this just as much as I am and I can’t wait to have him fill me up. A few seconds later we both came undone.
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Logan lay on his back, one arm tucked behind his head while the other rested loosely around my waist. I was turned toward him, tracing absentminded circles over the fabric of his shirt, still trying to convince myself that the last 2 hours had actually happened. After he was done he did amazing aftercare, cleaned me and himself up, he made me feel so cared for.
A comfortable silence sat in the air.
I broke the silence first "So..."
He looked over at me "So."
"I hate you."
A slow grin spread across his face "Sure you do."
I smiled despite myself "I really thought you were the most insufferable person I'd ever met."
"Were?"
"Oh, don't get ahead of yourself. You still are."
"I'll take it."
Another comfortable silence settled between us.
I sighed "I don't understand."
"What?"
"When did this happen?"
He laughed quietly "I was actually hoping you could tell me."
"I'm serious."
"So am I."
He turned to his side to face me completely "I think..." He hesitated. "I think I stopped hating seeing you around a long time ago."
"How long?"
He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly "...Maybe a few months after Garrett introduced us."
My eyes widened. "What?"
"I know."
"You still kept pranking me."
"You kept pranking me."
"Because you were impossible."
"You filled my room with rubber ducks."
"You deserved that"
He laughed "I probably did."
I shook my head in disbelief "So this whole time..."
"You thought I hated you."
"I was convinced." i said
"I was trying to convince myself too."
That made me pause "You were?"
He nodded once "It was easier."
"Easier than what?"
"...Admitting that every time Garrett said you weren't coming, I was disappointed."
I stared at him "You looked miserable every time I walked into a room."
"I was."
My eyebrows shot up "Because I liked you." He groaned, covering his face with one hand "You're never letting me live this down."
"No, I am not."
He laughed into his hand "I'd spend all day thinking I'd finally gotten over whatever this thing was between us."
"And then I'd show up."
"And then you'd show up."
He lowered his hand and looked at me "What about you?"
I looked away for a moment and I smiled "I think..." I admitted quietly, "...I kept finding excuses to be wherever Garrett and you were."
"I noticed."
"I know you noticed."
"I thought you were trying to torture me."
"I was."
"Were you?"
"...At first."
"And after?"
I sighed "After...", I laughed at myself, "I just wanted to see you."
Neither of us spoke for a few seconds, It sounded ridiculous when said out loud.
Logan reached over and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear "We're kind of idiots."
"The biggest."
I moved closer without really thinking about it, resting my head against his chest. His heartbeat was steady beneath my cheek. His arm wrapped around me instinctively.
"...Goodnight," I mumbled.
"Goodnight."
Within minutes, exhaustion caught up to both of us.
The next morning...
A knock echoed through the dorm. No answer.
Garrett balanced a cardboard drink tray in one hand and a paper bag full of breakfast sandwiches in the other, "I told you she'd still be asleep," Hannah whispered.
Dean knocked again, "Rise and shine!"
Silence.
Allie, who had insisted on coming along after Garrett mentioned bringing breakfast, smirked, "I have a spare key."
Garrett raised an eyebrow "Why do you have a spare key?"
"Because she locked herself out twice in one month."
"...Fair."
Allie unlocked the door as quietly as she could. The four of them stepped inside. Dean had already opened his mouth to call my name.
Instead… He stopped, Garrett froze beside him and Hannah covered her mouth.
Then Allie made a triumphant little gasp. There we were. Still asleep. Curled up together in the middle of the bed. My head rested against Logan's chest while one of his arms was securely around my waist. At some point during the night, I'd tangled my legs with his, and judging by how tightly he was holding me, neither of us had any intention of moving.
Garrett slowly turned toward Hannah, "I..."
He pointed toward the bed, "...I won the bet bitches."
"How much did you bet again?"
"Twenty."
"I said they'd get together before the end of the semester." Garrett pointed proudly at the sleeping pair."Pay up."
Dean leaned closer, grinning "This is adorable."
"This is blackmail material," Allie corrected.
She quietly pulled out her phone.
Garrett immediately reached over and lowered it.
"No."
"Aww."
"No pictures."
"One picture."
"No."
"You're ruining my fun."
Before anyone could argue further… I shifted in my sleep. Logan's arm tightened around me automatically, pulling me even closer.
Dean let out a wheezing laugh "Oh my God."
Garrett just shook his head "I cannot wait to remind them how many times they swore they hated each other."
Logan blinked awake first. He frowned at the unexpected audience gathered around the bed "...Why are all of you in here?"
The room went completely silent for one beat. Then Garrett broke into the widest grin "Morning."
I stirred at the sound of his voice, blinking sleepily before realizing exactly where I was. My eyes landed on Garrett. Then Hannah. Then Dean. Then Allie. All four of them were staring. Still standing in the doorway.
I looked up at Logan, Then down at the arm wrapped tightly around my waist "...Oh."
"Oh?" Dean repeated.
"'Oh' is all you've got?" Hannah asked.
Garrett couldn't hold it in anymore
Allie pointed accusingly at both of us "So... are we finally allowed to say 'we told you so'?"
I buried my face back into Logan's chest with a groan "No."
Logan, despite the situation, just smiled "I don't think we're ever going to hear the end of this."
Garrett took a bite of his breakfast sandwich "Correct." He nodded. "You're absolutely not."
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⋆.ೃ࿔*:･when you graduate high school, you realize you’re not really going to miss anyone, apart from a cute boy who doesn’t even remember your name. five years later, after accepting an offer to pass the summer at a friend’s lake house, he’s standing right in front of you. the universe doesn’t give second chances very often. you’re not going to let the honey boy slip away twice.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･after giving your blood, sweat and tears to your company, you found yourself lost in whoever you are and were, and in the middle of an uncomfortable event you decided to throw caution out the window and go out of your comfort zone. meeting mingyu wasn’t the reason for it, but it was a good consequence. the feelings that emerged in your heart, on the other hand, were something you simply couldn’t handle at the moment, and you might just let your traumas get the best of you and push away the thing you fear the most: love.
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“Hits Different (...’cause it’s you)” by @gyuswhore
Fem!reader || uni au, brother's bestfri, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut || Parts: 2 || Total W.C: 40k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Kim Mingyu was the first friend your brother had brought home for dinner. Fast forward a couple years, his toothy smile and pierced ears would wedge their way into a permanent place in your heart. Nail to a coffin, never to escape.
or;
in which you get rejected by the only boy you've ever loved; a rejection you can't quite shake off.
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“My Daisy” by @wonwoonlight
[Series] || Strangers to lovers, singledad!mingyu, fluff || Parts: 10 (+prologue, +epilogue) || Total W.C: 36k || Status: Completed
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･when your cousin asks you to be her substitute at SVT Inc. as she takes her maternity leave, you're pretty sure this wasn't what you signed up for.
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“The Other Woman” by @idyllic-ghost (I linked the reworked version of the original fic series but pls do check out both versions they're both amazing)
Fem!reader || found family, angst, fluff, smut, side wonwoo x reader || W.C: 31k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･You’re married to Wonwoo, but his father desperately wants him to have a child - which you cannot have. He gives into his parents wishes and meets the other woman, whom he eventually agrees to marry as well. You’re left heartbroken for a few years, seeing the man you love build a family that you had always wanted, but happiness is on the horizon as you meet someone new.
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“Close Proximity” by @chilligyu
Fem!reader || roommate au, fluff, romance, drama, angst, suggestive, side wonwoo x reader || W.C: 18k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･when she first met mingyu, she didn’t know what to expect. she was desperate for a roommate, he needed a place to stay. they were exactly what the other needed, in more ways than one.
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“Statistically Speaking” by @/gyuswhore
Uni TA au, fluff, smut, angst || W.C: 21k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･In all your years of academic endurance, you’ve never failed. A 100% success rate, despite you cutting it close at times. However, the line graph that is your life starts tanking somewhere around the time you began taking this hellsent Statistics in Psychological Research class. With a professor that wouldn’t know his ass from his head, and an overworked, overenthusiastic, and overcaptivating TA, it couldn't possibly get any worse than this. However, statistically speaking,…it could.
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“I’ll Marry You With Paper Rings” by @vitaminkyeom
Fem!reader || Childhood best friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, humour || W.C: 28.3k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･When the two of you were little, you and Mingyu had made a marriage pact, agreeing to marry each other if both of you remained single till thirty. Of course, it was just a joke between the two of you and you both went about in your own ways, the silly promise pretty much forgotten. You soon had a huge list of ex-boyfriends and it became a routine for Mingyu to be your human tissue after each breakup. It was a tiresome job, taking care of you, but if the said best friend in love with you didn’t do it, who would?
Or, in which, even twenty years later, Kim Mingyu finds himself running to your every beck and call, despite telling himself he won’t fall for you anymore.
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“One Last Time (For Old Time’s Sake)” by @tonicandjins
Angst || W.C: 10.9k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･you receive an invitation for the worst day of your life.
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“After All This Time” by @hannieoftheyear
Fem!reader || Friends to lovers, fluff, smut, minor angst || W.C: 18.7k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･When you're asked to be on the wedding party of a long-lost friend, you get the chance to reconnect with former classmate Mingyu, but not without your old feelings and struggles resurfacing.
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“Kim Mingyu’s (Unhelpful) Guide to Losing Your Virginity” by @shuaflix
Fem!reader || college au, best friends to lovers, fwb, smut, fluff, humour || W.C: 31.3k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･after accidentally telling your friends that kim mingyu took your virginity (he didn't), you’re shocked when he proposes to relieve you of the fabled v-card for good (he does).
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･when a friend brings up the potential feelings of a fuck buddy, you’re left wondering what to do when you confirm it’s true.
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“Liar, Liar!” by @sanakiras
Fem!reader || rich rivals to partners in crime to lovers, murder mystery, smut, angst || Parts: 2 || Total W.C: 30.5k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･in a dramatic turn of events, a rich businessman is found dead in his lavish estate, and the authorities believe it was no accident. as the detectives dig deeper, they ultimately end up with two key suspects: you, the businessman’s very own daughter, and your sworn enemy, kim mingyu. as the time progresses, tensions rise and secrets spill — and the truth has the power to either bring you closer together or tear you apart.
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“Over My Head” by @hannieehaee
Fem!reader || brother's best friend, friends to lovers, pining, angst, slow burn, smut || W.C: 15k
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･moving out of state for college was a terrifying experience for most people. fortunately for you, you had your older brother wonwoo to guide you while there, and even better, his best friend mingyu.
Please let me know if the links have any problems~
"What's up yall, welcome back to my channel. If you're new here, my name is Y/n. And welcome to my YouTube.
So the idea for today is to pull a prank. If you're on my channel a lot, you know I pull tons of pranks on my boyfriend and family.
We're both really big joksters so I really like to just take every opportunity possible to get him before he gets me.
So as of now, Johnny is playing video games with a few of his best friends online. I wanted something that would lower his mood for a better reaction but something he wouldn’t take as serious after I reveal that it’s a prank.
Now, if you follow Johnny and his group, NCT, then you know they all love to call each other "bro". Johnny and I don't really have big pet names besides our nicknames and "babe". I just think they're weird, but I have never once called him bro so he'll definitely notice right away.
At least I'd hope so. I'm gonna just try an play it like like normal. Act like I did nothing wrong and go from there. I think we'll get a very good reaction which will be great, because that's what we want.
So before we start, like and subscribe. And leave prank ideas down below for next time.
*transition😐🖕*
Setting up a camera, Y/n made sure it could record the part of the room they both sat on. It captured a wide view of the area. Pleasing the wanted expectation.
Giving the camera a thumbs up, Y/n sat on the bed, placed behind Johnny's small gaming set up with his PS5 and computer he used quite a bit. Whether it was work or just free time fun.
Minutes had passed before Y/n decided to actually start anything. Giving the mood a moment to chill before it got tense.
She sat in a laying down position so her side was aligned with the camera sat on the dresser. Tapping the busy guy on the games' shoulder, she pointed to her blue transparent water bottle on the desk. Johnny uncovered one ear.
"Can you please hand me that?"
Obeying her question, Johnny picked up the closed item and handed it over. "Thanks bro."
The words kind of echoed in his ear. Causing his eyes to linger on hers for a second before ignoring it and turning back to the game. Y/n looked over to the camera and snickered. She didn’t think she’d have this much excitement jolting through her body so fast. But she was definitely wrong.
She motioned a shushing action to the device before pretending to act serious once again. Y/n scrolled through a couple things on her Instagram discovery page before calling out.
"Hey bro, do we have any ramyeon left? I’m so hungry.”
Johnny stated a hold response to the online gamers he played with, and turned around. He pulled a headphone piece off one hear and looked dead at Y/n looking at him with raised eyebrows.
"What?"
He decided to chuckle. "What'd you say?"
"I asked if there was leftovers? I’m hungry.”
He didn't reply instead glared at her with the fake smile he tried his best to keep plastered so Y/n didn't think there was something wrong. "Bro, what?"
"Y/n, don't do that," he dryly laughed again.
It took everything in her to not laugh herself. Which the need successfully passed but who knew how long before it does a 180 and comes back.
"Do we have ramyeon or not?" the individual asked, pulling at her bottom lip.
Johnny puts the ear piece back on and waved his hand at Y/n. "In the fridge."
"Thanks, bro."
The boyfriend sighed. Rubbing his hair through his dark brown hair. The fake smile was now far gone. Not liking the friendly pet name. Y/n climbed off the bed and quietly grabbed the camera. Running off to the kitchen, sure to shut the door behind her.
"Alright, so far so good guys. He's just laughing it off for now, which most of you guys know that Johnny will fake laugh when he’s uncomfortable. Or kill you with his sharp look. And the laughs he was doing were definitely fake. Like he was upset and wanted to say something more serious, but didn't wanna start a mess or create tension. So we're good so far."
Even though grabbing food wasn't apart of the plan, Y/n grabbed some actual food anyway. Also noting that if she didn't, he'd question it.
Y/n was sure to hide the camera in the kitchen just in case he came out or the scenes moved to another area since the view in the kitchen overlooked their whole shared apartment. That included, dining area living room, and the hallway which led to their bedroom and bathroom.
Minutes had passed of Y/n preparing food, Johnny had noticed her timed disappearance and came out into the food area to view her hungry progress.
"You want some?"
He shook his head. Instead grabbing a soda out their cooled containment. "Okay, bro."
Y/n sat in a chair at the dining table. Beginning to chew away at her food. Johnny clapped his hand down on the counter with a huff before joining her.
"Damn, brooo, this is so good, bro."
He stared at his phone blankly, wanting so desperately to address his issue, though he held it back for a second. But only for so long.
Y/n, stared at something random before giggling then placing a fist over her lips. "BROOOOO, LOOK AT THIS!"
She turned their phone to Johnny, showing a fanart piece of one of his bandmates. He nodded to the art piece and flicker his orbs to his lover. "Damn, bro, that was so cool."
He tossed his phone down onto the glass table.
"Y/n."
"Hm."
"Why do you keep doing that?"
She stared at his blankly. Mouth full of chewed food. "Doin’ what?"
"Don't act clueless. You know what you're doing?"
"Do I? I thought I was just enjoying my food and looking at art. Bro, like, what's the problem?"
"Y/n, stop fuc- stop doing that."
"Bro," she set her chopsticks down into the bowl of noodles. "Seriously, Johnny, what am I doing?"
"Don't call me that."
"What? Johnny?"
"No. The other thing?"
She looked around, pretending to not know exactly what he was talking about which made this even funnier. She almost laughed but pulled it off by clearing her throat then drinking water from the glass beside her.
"Bro, I don't get it-"
"Y/n, don't call me that. I'm not kidding."
"Call you what-"
"Bro," he exclaimed. "Don't call me bro. Seriously don't do that."
"Bro? Why not?"
He shook his head. Pulling her bowl of food into his direction. "You don't get to call me bro.
"Why?"
He stole a bite. Passing it back. Johnny swallowed the food and waved his finger side to side. "Only friends call people bro. We're not friends."
"Uh-," she hiccups. Holding a hand over her heart. "We aren't friends?"
"No. We are dating. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Lover and lover. You're not suppose to call each other "bro"."
"But I like it."
"I do not care. Don't do it again."
"Bro, wh-"
"Y/N! STOP!”
She giggled. Holding her hands out with a shrug. "WHAT? There's nothing wrong with it!"
"There's everything wrong with it! If you don't wanna call me babe, love, or whatever then call me by my name or anything, but do not call me bro. I hate it."
"Mark does it?"
"Mark is my friend."
She sat back, a good tiny idea popping in her head. "Wait, so If I break up with you, I can call you bro?"
Johnny went into full blank space mode. Absolutely shocked by her question, even more shocked that she would even have the guts to ask him that, let alone think of it.
"Stop. It's not funny.”
"Bro, I'm just-“
Johnny arose from the table, grabbing his phone to shove it into his pocket. He exited the room which caused Y/n to laughed out loud. Finally not able to hold her laugh in no more.
"Wait! Bro, Johnny!"
Grabbing the camera, she ran into the bedroom where he had previously gone. Sitting back in his gaming chair. She came up behind him and wrapped an arm around him from behind, placing a kiss on his cheek. Which he seemed numb towards. "B-"
"Don't-“
"I'm not. I was gonna say babe. Look, it's just a prank. Look-"
"Stop," he nudged his head to the side. Y/n laughed again, peppering kisses on his cheek. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Forgive me!"
"No."
"Awe man, guess I'll give my love to someone else.”
"You gonna call them bro too?" he asked, followed by a chuckle.
"Please forgive me!" she yelled in tiny. Nuzzling her nose on his cheek. Johnny turned to look at her. Noticing her beautiful giggly side that he couldn't lie, he did love it very much.
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you."
His cheeks began turning a bright pink. "Again."
"I love you."
"Okay, you're forgiven."
Johnny grabs the camera holding it outward so they could film the outro together. But his idea of that scene was different than a usual one.
"Okay, she got me yall. I was mad. Like and subscribe. Comment team Johnny because I will get her back later on. Just saying."
"You're mean.'
Johnny smiled and pecked her lips. "And that's the outro. Bye bye."
→ PAIRING: Seokmin x Afab!Reader.
→ GENRE: College!Au, kinda comedy, small bit of angst if you look hard enough, teeny tiny fluff, smut MDNI.
→ SYNOPSIS: After having a crush on Lee Seokmin for three years, he somehow ends up wanting to be your roommate. Instead of rejecting him, you decide to give him the vacant room - right after confessing your feelings for him.
→ WARNINGS: roommate!seok, wet dreams, coming untouched (f), degradation, usage of the words slut, baby, angel, masturbation (m), making out, like really so much kissing, fingering, finger-sucking, she loves his fingers lol, unprotected sex (don't.. just don't), creampie.
→ WORDCOUNT: 11.5k
A/N: hi guys!! here it is (for some of you even on the date it was scheduled to be posted!), my first ever stand-alone svt fic! no part 2, no whole ass series, just this cute 11.5k baby I wrote after being deep inside my seokmin shaped hole (i am always in a seokmin shaped hole actually). i want to thank my bestie @honeykyeom for making the amazing header as well for being my inspiration for writing this <3 ily!! now, i hope you enjoy and as always please reblog & comment, these things are what makes writing worth while <3
You had a crush. A big fat stupid crush. And it was starting to get extremely annoying. You really tried to stop liking him because a.) he didn’t even know you existed and b.) even if he did he would never ever like you back because what are the odds for that to actually happen?
“People get together all the time, Y/N, stop being dumb,” Seungkwan, your best friend, would say on the regular since the topic came up basically every other day. Yet, you still didn’t believe the Lee Seokmin would ever give you so much as a second glance. He was too perfect. Perfect grades, perfect friend group, perfect face, perfect everything. You had first laid eyes on him on your first day of classes - he had started the same year as you, smile on his face, shiny new MacBook propped in front of him. He wore an adorable baby blue sweater and black rimmed glasses, his hair falling into his forehead and, god, you were gone the second you heard his honey dripping voice.
That had been three years ago and now, both of you in your senior years, you still hadn’t talked to him even once. Or well, no, you had, when he had asked you for a phone charger which you had given him in exactly three seconds. You were still proud of that.
*
“Hey, I heard you’re looking for a roommate?”
“Are you- are you talking to me?” Your index finger was pointing at yourself while you blinked a few times at the person in front of you.
“Uh, I mean, you are Y/N, right?” Kim Mingyu seemed just as confused as you. Probably because you were in fact Y/N and you were, in fact, looking for a roommate, but how on earth did he know that?
“No, I mean, yes, yes I am, but, uh, how do you- how do you know I’m looking for a roommate?”
“Oh, Seungkwan told me!”
“You know Seungkwan?!”
Mingyu seems a little startled by your sudden outburst. You cleared your throat before chuckling nervously.
“S-sorry, I just didn’t know Seungkwan and you knew each other.”
“We go to the same gym, actually, and I told him my friend is desperately looking for a place and he told me you are in search of a roommate so…,” his smile was bright and pretty and you felt like you were about to wake up from a dream because why the hell was Seokmin’s bestie talking to you as if he had done it thousand of times before?
“I see, uh, I mean, I am definitely desperate for a roommate, rent you know, like, uh, I need to pay it soon and… well, I am short half of it and that’s what I would… need the roommate for,” you scratched your ear. Smooth.
“No, I understand! And my friend is just as desperate. See, he just broke up with his long-term girlfriend, she cheated on him, and now he just really needs to move out.”
“Oh, damn, sorry about that. You can tell him he can come by, eh, does tomorrow work? Like afternoon-ish? I have classes until four.”
“Awesome! I’ll let him know, thank you Y/N!”
Mingyu beamed at you, his hand up in the air as he waved, walking away and out of the building. Letting out a sigh you hadn’t even known you were holding, you grabbed your phone from your bag and unlocked it, quickly moving your fingers over the display to call Seungkwan. Walking out the opposite direction Mingyu had, you waited for your best friend to pick up, pushing open the door into the hot air of the early evening.
“What’s up?” Seungkwan finally picked up and you rolled your eyes at the greeting.
“Hello to you too, Kwannie,” you said in a sweet voice, hearing Seungkwan scoff as a response.
“I’m in the middle of something, Y/N. So, what’s up?”
“Kim Mingyu just asked me if a friend of his can move in with me,” you raised your brows as you walked over the campus to the parking lot, the keys to your car already dangling from your fingers, “care to tell me why you didn’t mention that?”
“Ah, that, well, I actually met Mingyu at the gym earlier today, like super early morning, and heard him talk to his friend on the phone and well, since I do have a few classes with him, I thought I should offer.”
“You should offer? Pretty sure it’s still my apartment you were selling off to a stranger.”
“Now, now. Mingyu isn’t a stranger now, is he? How many times have you stalked his insta now to look at that one specific gym picture of Seokm-,”
“Whatever, just- just please, for the future, let me know when you tell someone about my living situation, alright?”
“Sure thing, bestie. Now, can I get back to what I was doing?”
“Of course. Tell Hansol I said hi.” Before he could either protest or deny, you hung up and shoved your phone into your pocket.
*
You dreamt of him again. It was a rare occasion, but it happened. Most of the time the dreams were innocent enough, just him touching your face, him laughing at your jokes, him simply acknowledging your existence.
But this one was different.
Seokmin was right above you, his body hot and sweaty. His eyes said so much more than words ever could and yet you longed to hear his voice. Longed to hear him say your name. He was buried deep inside you, his hips still, eyes never leaving yours. He throbbed, his whole body seemingly vibrated at how much he wanted you, your legs wrapped around his waist, wanting nothing more than for him to take you, mark you, fill you.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his hand caressing your face and you moved your head, your mouth sucking in his thumb, feeling him twitch inside of you.
“You can’t really talk with that in your mouth, can you, Y/N?” Fuck, his voice was so low so deep and when he finally moved down to kiss your neck, stuffing his thumb even further down your mouth, his hips now beginning to thrust, all of you began to shake.
Then, suddenly, you were in your living room, right there on that windowsill that connected the kitchen and the living room, his hips drilling into you. He was wearing a dress shirt and a black tie, but both of it was loosened around his neck, your hands on his broad shoulders as he seemed to have made it his goal to fuck you senseless. You were a moaning mess, his lips sucking harshly on your skin, you yourself being completely naked. His mouth was everywhere: your neck, your stiff nipple, your lips. He took all of you in and you breathed in every bit he gave you.
“You’re so fucking good for me, baby, so good, such a good little slut, letting me fuck her like this.”
“Mhm, y-yes, I l-love the way you f-fuck me, Seok!” His grip on you got stronger, hands digging harshly into your hips as he threw his head back now, your eyes taking in all of his beauty. The droplets of sweat, the bopping Adam’s apple as he swallowed, the way his vein popped out right there on his neck…
“Gonna make me cum, baby,” he moaned and you nodded strongly, feeling your own climax so close.
“Please, want your cum so bad!” you whined and as if those had been the magic words, Seokmin emptied inside of you, the feeling of his cum hitting you so deep-
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
You screamed, while your back hit the floor. You had fallen out of bed, your alarm blasting on the other side of your bed.
“Fuck,” you groaned, sitting up slowly, your hand rubbing the back of your head. Funnily enough, that wasn’t the only part of you that throbbed. Just for a completely different reason.
-
“You came in your sleep?” Seungkwan was impressed with you. You just wanted to punch him because why did he have to say that this loud right in the line for lunch?
“Shut up!” you said through gritted teeth and Seungkwan snorted, before grabbing the big spoon for the Kimchi.
“Don’t worry, no one is listening.” Instead of arguing with him you rolled your eyes and grabbed some Japchae before heading to the drinks.
“But to answer your question: yes, I did. And no, that has never happened before. Like, I never ever had a dream like that, Seungkwan, never!”
“Aw, I can’t believe my best friend lost her wet dream virginity at the ripe age of 24!” He grinned as the two of you sat down at an empty table. You ignored him.
“It was so real. I honestly feel sick to my stomach. How could it have been so real?”
It was truly astonishing to you. Hours had passed and the dream was still there, playing in your head over and over again, making you squeeze your thighs together more than not in the worst moments. Statistic class wasn’t supposed to make you horny and yet, you couldn’t say it hadn’t.
“I’m jealous. I never had an actual wet dream make me cum before, like yeah, I woke up with cum in my underwear before, but then again that’s kind of normal I guess?”
“Dude! You don’t need wet dreams to make you orgasm, you have a literal boyfriend!”
“He is not my boyfriend!” Seungkwan protested and you grabbed your juice box to take a dramatic sip from it.
“Well, sounds like a you problem. Doesn’t change the fact you’re getting laid, though.” Seungkwan scoffed, crossing his arms as he leaned back in his chair. He apparently didn’t have a comeback. Served him right.
“It’s not like you are trying to change that,” nevermind. You sigh, putting the drink down again.
“What am I supposed to do? Just hook up with a random guy and act like I’m not madly in love with someone who doesn’t know I exist?”
“He knows you exist, you god damn drama queen. You had every class together first semester!”
You ignored him. Instead, you decided that your Japchae is the most interesting thing you had ever seen. Seungkwan shook his head and clicked his tongue.
“You’re an idiot, Y/N. Like the biggest idiot I have ever met.”
“Takes one to know one,” you muttered as a response, feeling a piece of kimchi hitting your cheek the next second.
*
You were home at four forty-five and hoped there would still be time to clean up the place at least a little bit before the potential-new-roommate-slash-friend-of-Kim-Mingyu showed up. In record time you found yourself standing in a semi-clean living room (meaning: maybe the floor showed some signs of needing to be vacuumed, but at least everything looked tidy) with all the windows open in hope for some cool air because you sure as hell weren’t going to turn on the AC without another person to cover the costs.
Just as you finished changing into some clothes not sweated through, the doorbell rang. Quickly, you made your way to the door, buzzing them up, only to hear a knock on the door next. Oh, so he had been let in already. Putting on your most charming smile, you pulled the door open, only for the smile to fade the second you saw who stood there right in front of your door.
“Y/N?”
Lee Seokmin had just said your name. And he was standing in front of your apartment.
“Seokmin, what- what are you doing here?” You asked, oblivious to the situation.
“I- uh, I- Mingyu said he told you I was coming?”
“Mingyu? No he said that-,” you lost your ability to speak just then. The friend Mingyu had been talking about-
“Wait, you- you’re the potential new roommate?!” Your voice was barely anything but a squeak. Seokmin looked a little lost, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of his oversized yellow jumper.
“Yeah, did he not mention that?”
Nope, seems like he forgot that part. You swallowed, pressing your lips together for a second while your brain tried to fully grasp the situation. This was Seokmin. Aka the guy you have been in love with for three years. And he wanted to move in with you.
“Uh, no. Sorry, please come in!” You took a step back and Seokmin smiled at you (HE smiled at YOU!!!), walking into your apartment and looking around as you closed the door, hoping your racing heart would calm down. You wouldn’t exactly bet on it though.
Seokmin took his shoes off and you watched him, already beginning to chew on your lip like you always did when you were nervous. He turned around and you quickly smiled, walking into the living space.
“So, this is the living room, it uh-,” you stopped speaking, your eyes now on the window connecting the kitchen and living room, on the windowsill you had just dreamt about last night. Your face suddenly got very hot.
“It connects to the kitchen through that window, which I thought was really cool, big selling point,” you watched as Seokmin walked over to the kitchen, his eyes roaming through the room and when he stopped in front of the window, hand touching the sill you nearly felt yourself loose footing. Why the fuck did he have to do this? For a second you were convinced this was just another dream.
“It definitely is unique,” he said, nodding and walking into the small but modern kitchen.
“Uhm, there is a dishwasher in the kitchen and a microwave. We don’t have an oven, but I am pretty sure I have like a small one in the attic. I am more of a take-out or quick meal kind of gal, so I don’t really use it much. But if you were interested in baking something, I could definitely get it down,” Jesus, why on earth were you talking so much? But Seokmin seemed to appreciate it, nodding understandingly as he looked around with a small pout on his lips. Maybe this wasn’t the right moment (or maybe it was the perfect moment) to stare at him, but you did. You watched his every move, how he checked out the cupboards, how he asked before he opened the fridge, how he pulled a hand through his hair as he asked a question.
Oh!
“Sorry?” You crossed your arms, the hotness of your cheeks only increasing. Seokmin chuckled.
“I asked if you had a certain system in your fridge with your old roommate.”
“Oh, well, not really. We kind of always planned what we were going to eat, she was a big cook actually. Enjoyed it a lot. I store my Ramen right here, wait,” you walked into the kitchen fully now too, to the cupboard next to where Seokmin was standing and got on your tiptoes to reach for the door, opening it in a swing.
“There,” you explained, looking over at Seokmin - only to see him look at you instead of the food. You blinked a few times. He blushed.
“Ah, yes, I see. Cool. So, uh, no system. That’s fine with me! I wouldn’t say I’m a cook per sé, but I can hook up some simple dishes,” he turned away, your whole body suddenly feeling a lot hotter than a second before. Nodding, you closed the cupboard again and walked back outside. Seokmin followed you.
You showed him the rest of the apartment (except for your room) and finally the two of you ended up in the living room again where you sat down on the couch.
“I, uh, I would love to take the room, Y/N. But it’s obviously up to you.” His smile was so… you gulped down whatever response you had in your mind. Now wasn’t the time to eat right out of his hands, no, you had to think about this. On the one hand, you really needed a roommate. There was no chance you could hold this apartment by yourself and you really didn’t want to move. But on the other hand, this was Seokmin. You couldn’t just let him move in with you when you liked him this much, could you? At least not without him knowing. An idea popped into your head. It was risky and stupid and you would probably regret this. But then again - if he wanted to move in, and apparently he was just as desperate as you to get this room, it would only be fair to let him know what the situation was.
“Look, Seokmin,” you started, your hands in your lap, your heart racing again (or still). You looked up at him, your cheeks still bright red. Seokmin watched you, unsure what to make of your current behavior. He decided to just let you talk.
“I really need a roommate. And you really need a place to live. Mingyu, uh, he told me about the break-up and I’m really sorry about that,” - you were also happy you hadn’t tried to make a move considering he had a girlfriend -, “but I would feel horrible to let you take this room without knowing the full truth.”
Now, Seokmin got a little spooked. The full truth? Were you going to confess that you were a drug dealer? Part of some gang? But then you probably wouldn’t need a roommate considering you’d make good money.
“I, uh, okay,” Seokmin swallowed hard. You took a deep breath.
“I like you. As in, I like you. I have for years now. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend, and to be honest, even if I had, I probably wouldn’t have succeeded in getting over this crush. I’m not telling you because I am expecting anything from you, I promise, hell, I never planned on telling you ever. But you want the room and I would be happy to give it to you, I would just feel weird having you live here with this big secret to keep.”
There were approximately three minutes of silence in which you were sure Seokmin would get up and leave. He stared at you, his mouth slightly dropped and you could have kicked yourself for finding him endearing. Starting to shift on your seat once the third minute started, Seokmin realized he had been staring instead of answering. But then again, he really had not expected this sudden confession.
“I, uh, I am flattered, Y/N, really, I just, I- I just got out of a relationship and-,”
“I know that! As I said, I didn’t tell you because I want anything from you. I have been happy liking you from afar, Seokmin. And who knows, maybe having you close by all the time will actually make me stop liking you. I mean, what if you’re like a total slob or listen to super weird historical podcasts?”
“What do you have against historical podcasts?” Seokmin asked, eyebrows raised in surprise. You chuckled.
“Nothing in particular. But my last roommate listened to them on like full blast. Just got annoying at some point.”
He nodded now, understanding. Yeah, he could see why that would be annoying at some point. Still, that wasn’t the real issue here. Or, well, was it really an issue? He cleared his throat.
“I- I don’t take you as someone who would let her feelings get the best of her. And, to be honest, I’m not really the type of guy you should have a crush on, Y/N. But, uh, I’m still very flattered. And I don’t think this would stop me from moving in, as you said, we are both desperate.”
You were surprised and it showed. Seokmin chuckled.
“Or do you not want me here?”
“No! I do, I really need you to move in,” you said, tugging a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Seokmin nodded again.
“Then it’s settled. I’ll get my stuff asap and then we’ll be roomies.”
“Can’t wait!”
*
Seungkwan thought you were insane. He hadn’t known it was Seokmin when Mingyu had approached him and now he regretted ever offering it.
“What do you mean you told him?!” He was sitting at your small dinner table in the living room. You shrugged.
“What was I supposed to do? Just let him move in and carry this huge ass secret with me all the time? I don’t think so.”
“You could have just told him no, Y/N.”
“Right, and then what? I see him in class every other day? How awkward would that be?”
“You mean as awkward as living with a guy who knows you have a crush on him?!” When you shrugged again, Seungkwan groaned, pulling his hands over his face.
“You’re seriously insane, I can’t believe you did this!”
And about a week after Seokmin had officially moved in, you couldn’t believe it either.
Living with Seokmin proved to do the exact opposite of what you had mentioned in your chat with him. He wasn’t a slob. And he also didn’t listen to any podcast on full volume. He cleaned, cooked, gave you space. Every morning he got up earlier than you and prepared coffee, before going out for a jog - only to come back while you were having breakfast, looking all sweaty and sexy. The first time this had happened you had choked on your toast, drinking what felt like one whole liter of orange juice before finally being able to stop coughing. Seokmin had hit your back a few times, apologizing for startling you. And yet, he didn’t stop doing it, which made you used to it after a while (it didn’t).
Instead of falling out of love with him, you found yourself drawn to him even more, craving his presence. When he was gone, you missed him, and when he was home you wanted to hear everything about his day, wanted to eat dinner with him, watch a new episode of that show you had started together.
*
Seokmin was outside in the living room, his laptop placed on his lap, an essay he needed to proof read opened as he sipped on a can of beer. He was on his favorite spot on the floor, right in front of the couch, leaning his back against it. Actually, he had wanted to go to sleep an hour ago, but then he had talked with his sister on the phone and now he was back to this. It had been two months since he had moved in with you despite knowing you had feelings for him. Back when you had originally told him, he had felt like he should probably run because the last thing he needed right now was complicated. Things with Hyorin had been complicated enough. But, as he now knew, you weren’t complicated in the slightest. More so the opposite. It didn’t take long for Seokmin to begin to understand you and your patterns. It also didn’t take long for him to figure out how much you actually liked him. If he had been anyone else he might have taken advantage of that. Flirt with you, get you into his bed. But he was Seokmin, he wasn’t a guy who would do that. Not that he hadn’t… thought about it. Seeing the way you looked at him, especially after his morning runs or when he came back from the gym in the evening… it took everything in him not to imagine you looking at him that way when he was fucking you.
Seokmin wasn’t a sex-hungry person, normally. Maybe because he had been in a long-term relationship for five years. But now, with his relationship being over for two months and the periods before that being dry in the sex department… he was starting to miss it. Dearly.
So, when he sat there on the floor, his head focusing on the contents of this essay he wrote a day earlier in the library, he couldn’t really help getting distracted by the sounds coming from your room. His ears perked up and his head turned sideways, throat already drying up. Were you crying? Maybe you were-
“O-oh.”
His laptop slipped from his lap when he got up. His heart speed rose and sweat was starting to form on his hairline. That certainly wasn’t the type of crying he had meant. Slowly, he walked over to the door of your room that he only now realized wasn’t properly shut. He felt bad, guilty even, when he peeked through the small opening, seeing you apparently asleep. A dream? He licked his lips. Were you dreaming?
“S-Seokmin.”
Something inside him switched over. His whole body started to heat up, his cock desperately beginning to twitch in his briefs. Fuck, he hadn’t ever expected that hearing you moan his name would do so much. You were dreaming, yes, about him. And he heard you, heard you moaning, the whimpers. And god, did you sound perfect. He leaned against the wall next to your room, letting his dick get harder with every second, waiting for your noises like an addict. He couldn’t stop, couldn’t get himself to move away and mind his own business. He was intoxicated by you. He took everything he could, every breath, as small as they might be. The sighs following the moan of his name.
For now, he only listened. He didn’t want to touch himself here, didn’t want to be that type of person. But then again, he had already parked himself right outside your room, listening to you having a wet dream, it wasn’t like beginning to jerk off would make much of a difference. So, he slowly moved his hand, palming himself over his sweats, feeling how hard he was because of you. He closed his eyes, ears concentrating only on you. He wondered what you were dreaming about. What was he doing to you right now? Was he holding you down as he fucked you? Was he going down on you, tasting you? God, he really wanted to taste you.
For a second he contemplated going in and waking you up - making your dream reality. But he couldn’t. Not knowing what he did.
Opening his eyes, he suddenly felt guilt rushing over him and he was quick to close your door, making his way over to where he had sat earlier and grabbing his laptop.
Once he was in his own room, door locked and all, he tried to clear his head of the sounds you had made, of the way it was him you were dreaming about. But with his cock this hard and you so close… it was no use. He put his laptop on his desk and laid down on his bed after, taking a deep breath. He couldn’t hear you from his room and, god, was he relieved. Not hearing you did not equal not remembering you, though. And so, knowing he was going to lose to his conscience anyways, he opened the drawer in his bedside table and got out the package of lube, squeezing a bit on his right hand, while the left shoved down his sweats and briefs, letting his erection hit the cool air of his room.
He sighed in relief when his right hand began squeezing him, head leaned back into the pillows, hand now moving up and down slowly. You were right there in front of his inner eye, the way you sounded, but also the image of how you would look underneath him. Moaning his name, begging him to go faster. Then, he imagined your cheek stuffed with his cock, imagined your teary eyes when he began fucking down your throat.
“F-fuck,” he couldn’t help but go faster, his hips lifting up his bed as he fucked his fist, wishing it was your pussy or your mouth, any of your holes would do. How badly he wanted to hear you beg, wanted you to be on your knees, mouth open and tongue out, ready to take whatever he was willing to give. Pouty lips and round eyes, wishing for nothing more than Seokmin’s cock filling you up.
“God, just like that, Y/N, f-fuck,” he couldn’t help but moan as he came, his load landing on his clothed chest.
Coming down from his high, Seokmin opened his eyes, blinking a few times before he really understood what had happened. Groaning, he let his left hand rub over his face, before he shook his head and sat up. He got rid of his shirt and threw it in the laundry bin, walking to the door unlocking and opening it to go to the bathroom - only to run into you who just came out of the bathroom. Your eyes grew wide when you spotted Seokmin - shirtless and sweaty and with this certain look in his eyes that made your legs grow weaker.
Not knowing what he was doing, Seokmin walked straight over to you, his hands finding the sides of your neck, his lips crashing into yours a second later. You didn’t know what was happening, didn’t know what to do - but you kissed him back, your hands on his broad back, as he pushed you against the wall, his meaty perfect thigh shoved between your legs now, pressing against your still sensitive core. You gasped into the kiss, his tongue now devouring yours, one of his hands moving down and underneath your shirt, grabbing your breast and squeezing it harshly. Your arms locked around his neck, moans getting caught by his skillful mouth. Were you still dreaming?
“Seokmin,” you moaned when his hand squeezed your nipple and only then did he realize what was happening. Immediately, he parted from you, causing you to miss his kiss and touch the second he left.
“What-,” you began, but before you could even finish the question, he had already turned around and walked back into his room, closing the door behind him. And locking it.
*
He acted like nothing happened. You were anxiously waiting in the kitchen the next morning, but once he came back from his run he just showed you his normal goofy self, excusing himself to go take a shower. The way you had stood there, fully ready (not really) to talk about the night before, still in your pjs, still dizzy from the dream you had had as well as the very real kiss afterward. Why had he done that? Had he suddenly turned into a sleepwalker? A sleepwalker that kissed his roommate as if he had been starving?
You sure as hell weren’t going to bring it up first. So, you played along, pretending like it didn’t happen.
“I am declaring you clinically insane, Y/N,” Seungkwan was munching away on his corndog, while you and his (not) boyfriend Hansol sat opposite him at one of the smaller booths of the diner.
“He started it,” you shrugged, grabbing your own corndog now to take a bite from it.
“Okay, and? You could have started the conversation. For example: “Hey roomie, so about that night where you came out of your room clearly just done with getting yourself off and then kissed me? Like really hard? Against a wall?” See, that would have been a great conversation starter.”
You deadpanned at him.
“You’re an idiot,” shaking your head, you leaned back in your seat, “what if he really like, I don’t know, was in a delirious state? Maybe he drank alone before bed and just had a black out?”
“Or maybe he is an asshole who can’t own up to his actions,” Seungkwan shrugged, “but sure, yours sounds way more likely.”
“Seungkwan is right, Y/N. You should just bring it up,” Hansol looked at you and you sighed, letting your head drop onto the table.
“I don’t think I can. I’m too mortified. What if he totally regrets kissing me and that’s why he is pretending like it didn’t happen?”
“That still doesn’t give him permission to act this way. I don’t care if he is deeply in love with you or hates you, I just want him to be humane enough to tell you.”
It stung, the way he was right. Whatever Seokmin was feeling, he had to share it with you. He couldn’t just-
“Am I going crazy or is Seokmin standing outside?” You raised your head again, eyes wide when you realized you were, in fact, not going crazy. Seokmin was right there outside the diner, on the other side of the street, his phone in his hand, an anxious look on his face.
“Did you tell him you were coming here?” Hansol asked and you shook your head.
“No, we barely saw each other this morning.”
What was he doing here? And why did he look like he would rather be anywhere else? Your eyes scanned the surroundings, a sour feeling suddenly spreading in your guts. You were only a few streets down from your apartment, the street wasn’t exactly busy but had some really good places to eat. This was the perfect meeting spot for-
“Who’s that?” Seungkwan shifted closer to the window next to you, his eyes squeezed together as if he was trying harder to recognise whoever had just shown up next to Seokmin. You didn’t have to know her to… know her. Hyorin. His ex-girlfriend that had cheated on him. He had mentioned her to you only a few times, you being a little reluctant to ask considering he knew how you felt about him. But from what you had gathered he hated her, never wanted to see her again. So why was he here now? With her?
“Is that…?” Seungkwan looked over at you, worry displayed on his face and you pressed your lips together as you nodded.
She was beautiful. Tall, long silky black hair. Her skin glowing even from here. She was the girl Seokmin should be kissing in his delirious state, in any state, really. You swallowed down the tears that threatened to spill out and averted your gaze. Your appetite had left you and you wanted nothing more than to flee the scene, go home and never think of this moment again.
“Should we leave?” Hansol asked, looking over at Seungkwan a little helplessly. Seungkwan nodded quickly and his (not) boyfriend grabbed your arm and helped you get out of the booth. As much as you felt like yelling at him that you didn’t need this help, as much did you appreciate the gesture. Seungkwan paid at the front desk and you left the diner, your heart in desperate need for some distraction.
*
When Seokmin got home that evening, you weren’t there. A part of him was relieved while another one already missed your presence. Sighing, he kicked off his shoes and finally slipped down onto the couch, hands rubbing over his face. This whole thing was a mess. Today was a mess. Hyorin had called him and asked him to meet up and because he was who he was he had said yes. He should have known she would just try to apologize for the nth time, telling him it had only happened once and that he was the only one for her. Little did she know that he gave zero fucks at this point. He didn’t want her anymore, he didn’t love her anymore. She had broken his heart and stomped on it, had lied and cheated, had done all these horrible things to him. And yet, he was somewhat grateful because now he was right here. In your apartment.
It was silly, really, because he had been dating Hyorin for two years already when he saw you the first time. You and your cute gray sweatshirt and the high ponytail. You, who had been the cutest person in every single one of your classes together. You, who he couldn’t develop feelings for because he had a girlfriend. Unlike Hyorin, he wasn’t a cheater. He had loved her, truly loved her. And he had been shattered when he found out about the other guy, feeling like he could never be fixed again. He had to get out of the shared apartment, had to leave it all behind as soon as he possibly could - and he had somehow ended up on your doorstep. It was crazy how the universe worked.
And as if that hadn’t been enough, you suddenly confessed to him, turning all of his feelings upside down. Because what was he supposed to say? Supposed to do? God, he was heartbroken over Hyorin and yet there was this ray of light in the shape of a girl that loved to spend her evenings watching trashy teen drama and cry over a bucket of Ben & Jerry’s when a character you didn’t even particularly like died on screen.
Seokmin didn’t want to allow him to like you. He was scared that maybe you liking him altered his brain chemistry, that perhaps he would want to be with you only as a rebound and you were too good, too perfect to be anything of that kind. And so, when that night had happened and he had lost his composure, he knew he messed up. He knew you had feelings for him, god, he probably would have figured it out even if you hadn’t told him. Not just because of the dream he had overheard but because of the way you looked at him. The way you smiled, the way you laughed. He didn’t want you to look at anyone else like that.
The sound of a door unlocking filled the quiet room now and was soon joined by the giggles of a girl and the nervous laugh of a guy - and both of these voices were familiar to Seokmin. He immediately got up and walked over to the entry way - only to see Mingyu holding your waist as you, obviously drunk, tried to get out of your shoes.
“Mingyu?” Seokmin asked confusedly.
“Oh, hey Seok,” Mingyu said, holding you steady as you felt your knees giving in.
“What- what is going on?”
“We met at a bar, she was with Seungkwan and his boyfriend-,”
“He is not his boyfriend!” you interrupted him with a giggle.
“Uh, right, Seungkwan and his not-boyfriend were also super drunk and I called them a cab, but I really didn’t want to send Y/N home on her own so-,”
“Why didn’t you call me?” Seokmin now came closer, his eyes set on his best friend’s hand around your waist, his insides slowly but surely heating up with something he could only recognize as jealousy.
“Uh, I thought you were busy with… you know.”
Seokmin’s jaw tensed, his eyes fixed on Mingyu who had successfully held you down as you stepped out of your shoes.
“That has been resolved hours ago, Mingyu.”
“And how was he supposed to know that, hm?” The sudden sound of your voice made both men look over at you. Your hand was raised, finger pointed at Seokmin accusingly.
“Y/N-“, Mingyu started, but you shook your head and finally freed yourself from Mingyu’s grasp.
“No! No, I’m tired of this! Was it nice? Seeing your perfect ex again? Do you want to go back to her now? Move out and act like I don’t exist? Like you didn’t kiss me?”
Mingyu held his breath. You had told him all this in the bar earlier, where he had met you and Seungkwan and Hansol and where he had realized that you were madly in love with his best friend. He felt bad about you having seen Seokmin with Hyorin, but even more did he feel bad because it was also so painfully obvious that Seokmin liked you, too.
“I think you’re drunk,” Seokmin noted and you laughed, throwing your hands in the air. Mingyu stayed quiet.
“Do you, now? How observant of you, Seokmin.”
The two of you were staring at each other now, fury in both your eyes. Honestly, you didn’t know what he was angry about. After all you weren’t the one running back to her ex after kissing him the way he had you.
“I, uh, I guess I should go now,” Mingyu pointed at the door with his thumb over his shoulder, “you seem to… well, have a lot to talk about.”
The normally so cheerful and kind Seokmin didn’t wish his best friend a good night, nor did he even look at him when he left. Instead he kept looking at you, saw the way you waved at Mingyu and thanked him, your hand squeezing his arm. Lightning was shooting through him. Jealousy was about to eat him up, was about to make him grab you and yell that you shouldn’t touch Mingyu like that. It was dumb and he knew it. You made him crazy, you made him dumb. Like a teenager who was in love for the first time, unsure what to make of it.
Once the door had fallen shut, you stormed past your roommate, ready to enter your room and not leave it until the next day. Just that you didn’t get far. Seokmin ended up grabbing your arm after all, his touch burning on your skin.
“Mingyu is right, we do have a lot to talk about,” he said in a hushed voice, making you scoff.
“Fine, then talk.” With whatever willpower you had left, you looked at him. Saw the way his eyes were full of an emotion you couldn’t pinpoint - the fury from before still slightly visible but not alone. Perhaps it was anger for you speaking to him the way you had. Or maybe he was just annoyed at you for being drunk and loud and stupid.
“Look, Y/N. What happened between us was… it shouldn’t have happened, alright?”
“Why? Because you’re back together with your cheating ex?”
“No! God, no, I would never get back with Hyorin. And I can’t believe Mingyu told you about this and-,”
“He didn’t!” You freed yourself out of his grip, your eyes dangerously beginning to prickle, “I saw you. With her.”
He inhaled audibly - he hadn’t expected this. You saw him? With Hyorin? No wonder you were this upset. He pulled his hand through his hair.
“She wanted to talk things out. And because I’m too nice of a person I told her yes. Y/N, I don’t want to be with her anymore. She broke my heart, she hasn’t been the girl I fell in love with for ages now.”
“Why did you kiss me?” If you were honest, you didn’t really care about when Hyorin had stopped being the girl Seokmin loved. You were more interested in whether you were.
“I shouldn’t have done that.”
Pang. Your face flinched before your jaw tensed.
“Right,” your voice was smaller than you had wanted it to be, and the tears were even closer to spilling now. Of course he regretted it. Regretted kissing you, regretted making you feel the way you had. Because why would it be any different? Perhaps you should have tried to hook up with Mingyu tonight just to feel something different than this ache inside of you.
“I just- fuck, I just don’t want to take advantage of you. Of what you feel for me.”
Now, the tears of hurt were quickly changing to tears of anger. This man really had a talent in making you switch emotions in seconds.
“Excuse me? You- what?” You laughed bitterly, shaking your head, “don’t do this. Don’t make yourself look like a hero because you stepped back from kissing me. You did that because you wanted to. I didn’t come onto you even once in all the time you’ve been living here. So don’t you dare pin this on me or my feelings.” You hated that you began to shake and that your voice was higher than anticipated. You hated that the way he looked at you made you feel small and idiotic, made you feel as if you were the dumbest person on this earth. Instead of waiting for his response, you turned around on your heel, walking into your room and slamming the door shut behind you.
*
No one wanted to be in Seokmin’s shoes right now. After your fight he had also retreated back to his room, not exactly sure how to ever face you again. A day later he was at lunch with Mingyu, Cheol and Joshua and they all looked at him like he had suddenly grown three heads.
“I can’t believe you said that,” Joshua judged, shaking his head. Seokmin sighed, throwing his napkin on the table.
“Come on, was it really that bad?”
“Yes,” all three of his friends said in union, all their eyes on him, no sign of humor. Seokmin swallowed.
“I really thought I was doing the right thing,” he mumbled now, letting his head fall, eyes studying the pattern of the wooden table.
“By doing what? Pushing away a girl that’s absolutely crazy about you? That has been nothing but kind and wonderful towards you? That you very obviously have feelings for?” Mingyu snorted, crossing his arms, “no, that most certainly wasn’t the right thing to do, Seokmin.”
While Seokmin stayed silent, Seungcheol and Joshua nodded, telling Seokmin, once again, that he was an idiot. It was no use, though. He already knew he was! He knew he had messed up and even though a part of him still thought that, maybe, his intention had been noble, the part was slowly but surely getting kicked out.
“And what do you expect me to do? I can’t just go up to her and tell her that I was wrong for saying that. She doesn’t even talk to me!”
“Can’t really blame her, can you?” Seungcheol took a sip from his iced tea.
“Look, it’s only been a day. Let her calm down, give her space. Give yourself some more time to come up with the right thing to say. I’m sure it will be fine, you and Y/N will be fine.”
And as much as Seokmin appreciated the tough love followed by Joshua’s words of affirmation, he wasn’t sure it was really helping him. In fact, he wasn’t sure what could help him considering you started ignoring him from then on, even avoiding your shared space to either stay at Seungkwan’s place or just come home once Seokmin was already in bed. Every class you had together, you would sit right by one of the doors, arriving at the latest and leaving as soon as possible. Whilst Seokmin was trying his hardest to come up with a way to apologize to you, to win you back, you were trying your best to forget about your feelings for him. And for the most part it was even successful - you being mad at him and feeling like an idiot whenever you thought about the kiss you two had shared. But then again, only for the most part.
“You can’t just force yourself out of love with someone,” Seungkwan said on the nth night you’ve been sitting on his couch, a bucket of ice cream in your arms, the AC on the highest setting because, holy hell, was it hot outside.
“I can try,” you shrugged, staring at the TV screen. Seungkwan sighed, letting his eyes wander over your frame. You didn’t look your best, the hurt definitely coming through with bags under your eyes, your hair looking frizzy, the shirt you were wearing a stain right in the middle and when he had asked you about it, you couldn’t even tell him where that had come from.
So, when he got a call from Kim Mingyu two days later, he was eager as ever to meet up and hopefully get you off his couch.
The setting was in a small coffee shop, Seokmin seated nervously next to Mingyu who had ordered an iced americano for each of them. Seungkwan looked from one handsome guy to the other, clearing his throat.
“So, I’m guessing this is about Y/N?” he raised a brow and Mingyu quickly nodded, while Seokmin shifted on his seat, hands clasped around his plastic cup.
“Yup. Do you have any idea what Seok over here can do to, you know, get her to speak to him again?” Mingyu pointed at Seokmin with his thumb and Seungkwan chuckled as he watched Seokmin slap the thumb away, his cheeks a bright red.
“I’m sorry, I would’ve never come to you about this, but I’m desperate at this point. She is never home and when she is, she makes it her mission to not even acknowledge my existence.”
“Yeah, when she’s not home she is at my place. And let me tell you, it’s getting incredibly annoying, considering I have a “not-boyfriend” that I’d really like to invite over,” clicking his tongue, Seungkwan leaned back and grabbed his own beverage, taking a sip from the bright blue straw, “so, I am more than happy to help.”
For a few minutes they brainstormed, Mingyu suggesting that maybe Seokmin should just ambush her, maybe get a pair of handcuffs and- yeah, he was shut down by both Seokmin and Seungkwan rather quickly. Seokmin said that maybe he should just continue texting her and that perhaps she’d come around, but Seungkwan shook his head, telling him there was no use, he had never met anyone worse at texting and reading texts than his best friend.
After a moment of silence in which they all seemed a bit defeated, Seungkwan watched Mingyu take out his phone and open a message he had received on instagram. The only blonde at the table had never been quicker to sit up and almost knock over his drink.
“I know what you have to do.”
-
It had been two weeks since you had last talked to Seokmin and for once you were inside your apartment, knowing that he was at class while yours had been canceled. It was nice to be back home during day time for a change, your feet propped up on the small coffee table in front of the sofa. A book in your lap that you had discarded for a bit to check your phone, only to be hit in the face by a cruel, cruel reality. The book slipped off your lap as you withdrew your legs from the table and instead kneeled on the couch, both hands gripping your phone tightly.
“He has got to be joking,” you mumbled, feeling dizzy as you stared at the mirror pic Seokmin had posted half an hour ago. He hadn’t posted in months. Basically since he and Hyerin had broken up. His insta was mainly blank except for a few pictures he had taken of pretty sceneries. Never had he ever posted gym selfies. No. That had been Mingyu, showing off Seokmin’s body in his pictures as well as his own.
To be fair, there wasn’t much body to see on the selfie. It was him in the gym, his long sleeved shirt rolled up above his elbows, showing enough arm to make you head feel crazy. His left hand was holding his phone, his fingers spread over it and, fuck, his hand. His hair was just slightly messy, his jaw and neck on full display and you forgot how to breathe. Arousal pooled in between your legs now and you honestly couldn’t even understand why. Perhaps, you thought, because this was the first time you had seen his face in almost two weeks and this picture just fed into all of your small kinks about him. Swallowing hard, you licked your lips and continued to bury your teeth into the bottom one, your pussy already throbbing. How pathetic. Little did you know you were about to become even more pathetic. Only now did your eyes spot the small symbol on the right side of the post, signaling you that there wasn’t just one picture. With a throat as dry as the desert, you clicked back on the post, a shaking index finger swiping to the left, only to be met by what could only be described as worse. There you had the body you had so desperately wished for. Leaned back on what you assumed to be a bench press, his legs adjourned in baggy jeans you had seen him wear a handful of times. Back then you had been happy to not see them on him this much because for whatever reason he was even more sexy in them. They weren’t even tight (as baggy jeans already suggested), but they still seemed to fit him perfectly. And now, with him manspreading over a bench in the gym, the red-white shirt with a car race theme, sleeves still rolled up, one arm hanging over his right thigh, holding onto the black leather beneath him, showing off a pretty vein you could literally already feel underneath your tongue. He was crazy. Crazy and mean and horrible and you knew all of this on purpose. His fingers on display, his thighs looking so big in those god forsaken jeans. Hair messy, jawline looking so sharp you were sure it could cut glass.
And as if all of this wasn’t bad enough, you suddenly heard the door clicking open. Your head jerked up, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushed burgundy. When you saw Seokmin walk through the door and finally into the living room, you felt your phone slip from your hand and onto the couch. He was carrying a gym bag, his hair still slightly damp. His skin was glowing and his eyes were widened in surprise. He most definitely hadn’t expected to see you.
“I thought you had class?” He said, his gym bag dropping onto the floor next to him. You slowly got up from the couch.
“Got canceled. Yours?”
“Same.”
Nodding, you came to a stop in front of him, his tall figure towering over you, your chest heaving, head clouded by the smell of his cologne, of the knowledge he had posted that picture most definitely to get to you. With a heartbeat the speed of light, you looked into his eyes.
“Did Seungkwan tell you to post those pictures?” you whispered. Seokmin hesitated. Then he nodded.
“Did it work?” he asked, head slightly tilted to the side.
Instead of answering, your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to crash your lips against his. Seokmin immediately reacted, hands on the small of your back, pushing you closer. This kiss was different from the first, not less exciting or dizzying, but you felt more in control, felt more like this was it, this was what you had craved for so long.
Seokmin, meanwhile, was on cloud nine, your lips feeling so incredible on his. For him this was all he had wanted for the last weeks and while he had gotten that small taste back then, nothing could have prepared him for what he was feeling right now. All sense of self control left his body as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip, asking to be let in. Once your tongues touched, there was no way in hell this was going to end. You moaned into his mouth, your nails digging into his skin while he moved his hands down, wrapping around your thighs to lift you up. Instinctively your legs swung around him, his hands leaving burns where he touched you.
He moved over to the couch where you had sat before, sitting down with you now straddling him, both of your hands roaming around the other’s body. You let your fingers slide under his shirt and together you took it off, lips parting momentarily and letting you admire his toned chest, his abs and shoulders. You took your sweet time, fingers caressing his skin while your lips latched onto his neck, sucking harshly. Seokmin moaned, one hand on the back of your head, while the other laid on your thigh.
With every passing second you felt yourself grow wetter, your hips beginning to grind down, both of your clothed crotches meeting, making both of you even more desperate. Seokmin grabbed your face, kissing you passionately once more, thumbs on either side of your cheeks. You whimpered when you felt him buck up, his erection already making your head spin. Never had you ever wanted anyone as bad. Finally, his hands moved to take off your shirt, leaving you in shorts and nothing else. A groan escaped him, hands all over your breasts, lips sucking your hard nipple inside his mouth, your head falling back, hands digging into his scalp. He was devouring your tits one at a time, hands squeezing them harshly as you couldn’t help but move your hips against him.
“S-Seokmin, please,” you whined, the arousal literally audible. Hearing you say his name like this… Seokmin parted from your chest and instead looked up at you.
“Seungkwan told me something,” he whispered, one hand now moving down, while the other was back on your face, “he told me you take a… certain liking to my fingers.” The smirk on his face made you forget to kill Seungkwan later. You licked over your lips, biting down on it after, only to let out a small gasp when his right hand slipped into your shorts, pressing down on the wet spot between your legs. He sucked in a breath.
“Fuck, arren’t you wet for me, angel?” He whispered, while his other hand moved to your lips now, his eyebrows shooting up as he held eye contact. You knew what he wanted and you were more than eager to oblige. Parting your lips and stretching out your tongue, Seokmin felt himself twitch as he laid his index and middle finger on top of your tongue.
“Suck,” he then ordered you and without thinking twice, you did as asked. The fingers were long and thin and perfect and your eyes rolled back when you felt him press down on your tongue, his eyes becoming a little crazier with every passing second.
“Both your holes stuffed with my fingers, what do you think?” his voice made goosebumps erupt all over your body, moaning around his digits while nodding wildly. Seokmin chuckled, not saying anything as he shoved your panties to the side, your hips almost automatically lifting so he could coat himself in your juice, his cock growing harder with every inch of him that got blessed with your arousal.
“Think you can take two already?” when you nodded again, he immediately let his pretty fingers sink into you, both of you moaning at the contact. He sank in as deep as he could, until every bit was inside of you, knuckles deep, making him feel like he was either going to cum in his pants or simply explode.
“God, you feel so fucking good, angel. Common, fuck yourself on my fingers and don’t forget to suck.”
Your body began moving right away. Your mouth was sucking his fingers as if they were his cock, tongue pressing, tongue flicking against them. Head bobbing back and forth as your hips moved up and down on his other hand, his fingers feeling heavenly inside your walls. And when he put his thumb on your clit, you were sure the heavenly feeling would soon get you to cum all over him.
“Good girl, doing so well for me, fuck,” Seokmin felt his throat dry up, sweat forming on the top of his head. How badly he wanted to fuck you right now, just get his fingers out and replace them with his throbbing cock - but he wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to see you live out your dream with his fingers buried inside of you, with your saliva coating his one hand and your perfect, sweet arousal the other. He wanted to see you come undone like this, fucking yourself on his fingers, before he took you the way he wanted, making you scream his name and beg him to make you cum with his cock.
You felt your orgasm closing in on you, your movements becoming sloppier, eyes rolled back and the fingers in your mouth almost forgotten. Once Seokmin noticed, he grinned, beginning to fuck them inside your mouth himself, a high pitched moan escaping you and making another bit of precum shoot out of Seokmin’s cock.
“Yeah, are you close, baby? Come on, I know you want to cum for me.” He leaned forward, the angle of his fingers changing slightly, hitting you right where you needed him and when his lips began kissing and licking at your neck, you couldn’t help but cum hard, your pussy clenching around his fingers over and over again, milking yourself for all you had.
“Fuck,” he was in a daze, pulling both sets of fingers outside your holes, eyes searching for yours, before closing his lips around the fingers that had just made you cum so beautifully. You whimpered, pussy throbbing at the sight of him licking your arousal from his own digits.
“Seokmin…,” you cried out and he pulled his fingers back, instead shooting forward now to kiss you again. You could taste yourself on his lips, hands now back around his neck, eyes closed shut as he kissed you with delicious desperation.
“Fuck me on the windowsill, Seok, please.”
He parted from you only for a second, before nodding and kissing you again, getting up with your legs wrapped around him, finally placing you on the narrow sill, hands gripping your shorts and panties and pulling them off your legs. You watched as he opened his own jeans next, letting them fall to the floor before finally revealing what you had only imagined so far. You couldn’t help but stare, your mouth watering at the sight of his big cock, all red at the tip and veiny, thick and a little bent to the left. Oh, how much you wanted him to ruin you.
“I can’t wait to fuck you, baby,” he purred now, arms back around your body, lips closing around yours again. Every inch of you was on fire, your hands immediately finding his cock, one grabbing his balls, while the other was around his girth, moving up to let your thumb slide over his slit. He twitched in your hand, a beautiful moan coming out his mouth that had you shivering. Spreading your legs further, you brought his leaking cock to your lips, letting the tip circle your clit for a bit, both of you moaning into the other's mouth, before finally lining him up with your sopping core.
“Please, fuck me, I need you so bad,” your voice was muffled against his lips and he nodded, replacing your hand with his to push inside you, the stretch having your nails dig into his shoulders, whimpers escaping your pink lips as he lowered himself into you until he bottomed out, his forehead now pressing against yours.
“You feel so good, so perfect around me, baby,” he kissed you softly, hands sliding over your sides up to your tits, and once he began squeezing them again, his lips finding yours, he began thrusting, first deep and hard, before he quickened, your legs pulling him even closer. He was perfect. The way he held you, the way his thumb was on your nipple, lips now sucking on the sensitive skin on your neck, cock fucking you deep and hard and quick, leaving no room for complaints. You didn’t know how to ever stop moaning his name, how to be quiet, how to not have your body already signal another climax.
“A-am close,” you whined and Seokmin nodded, head now in between your neck and shoulder, kissing every inch of your skin. Nothing had ever felt this good, no sex with anyone had ever made him feel as if he was going to cum within seconds, while also wanting it to never end. He sped up once more, hands back on your face as he wanted to cum with your tongue inside his mouth, with your lips claimed as his. You tried to match his pace, desperate and breathy moans filling the air that already smelled like nothing but sex. There was nothing you could do to prevent the orgasm rushing over you, your walls clenching around his cock over and over again, his movements getting sloppier with every second, your and his salivas mixing, running over both your chins when he finally sucked your tongue into his mouth as he came, hot white cum spreading in your pussy that now milked him for all he had, every little drop as precious as the other.
“Fuck, oh my god,” Seokmin breathed into your mouth, his hands caressing your hair as he kissed your neck, both of you slowly getting down from your highs. You two stayed like this for a while. Him, kissing your neck, your shoulders, your chin and finally your lips. It suddenly feels like everything has fallen into place perfectly, like this is what should have happened the first time he ever stepped into place, maybe even when you first laid eyes on him three years ago. He stays inside you, your combined releases only slowly dripping out of you. How could he make you feel this precious? This fragile in the best way?
“Y/N…”, he then whispers after a while, his hands next to you on the sill, his eyes so soft and yet full of guilt. For a second you think he regrets having done this but then you hear his next words.
“I’m so sorry I pushed you away. I never should have done that. I was scared of my own feelings and of taking advantage of you, and I get now that I should have just talked to you about this instead of acting like I was protecting you when in reality I was just protecting myself,” he caressed your face, a stray lock of hair finds it’s way behind your ear by his finger.
“I get it. And I’m sorry too, for, you know, completely shutting you out.” You smile weakly and Seokmin chuckles, kissing your cheek again.
“I would have done the same. So, you forgive me?”
“Isn’t you coming inside me enough reason to believe I have?” You tease him with a slight grin and he turns red, looking down at him still buried inside your warmth.
“Thank you. For forgiving me,” he looks up at you, a mischievous glint in his eyes, “and also for letting me cum inside you.”
You start laughing, pushing him away slightly by the shoulder and your heart seems to jump out of your chest when he kisses you again. You were sure that you’ll never get tired of doing this.
-
“So, if i want you to get turned on I’ll just need to post more gym pics?” Seokmin’s arm was around you, both of you freshly out of the shower seated on the couch. You scoffed, but felt your cheeks heat up.
“Shut up,” you couldn’t help but smile though, the fact he was so close to you, holding you. It was all too much but in the best way possible. You never wanted to let this man go again.
“You’re so cute when you’re flustered”, he giggled now, and god, had you ever heard a more adorable sound? You doubted it. Just when you were about to respond (mainly to tell him to shut up again), you heard your phone ring. Looking over Seokmin’s lap, you saw your phone where you’d left it. He followed your gaze and grabbed your phone for you, a knowing smile on his lips.
“If we were to unlock this now, what would we find, hm?”
Ignoring him, you finally picked up. It was Seungkwan.
“Hi traitor,” you said, eyebrows raised. Seungkwan scoffed on the other side.
“Oh please, you can’t tell me y’all didn’t fuck.”
Seokmin, who was very obnoxiously leaning in closer to hear the conversation, giggled again, his cheeks turning rosy. You rolled your eyes.
“Doesn’t mean I appreciate you spilling my kinks to people you barely know.”
“You know you do kind of love me for it though. So, you two together now?” You froze in place, while your eyes moved very slowly to look at Seokmin. What you saw made your stomach turn and twist and tumble and millions of butterflies suddenly started dancing Gangnam Style. His eyes were so fond, his features soft, the rose on his cheeks now accented by his bright perfect smile. When he nodded, his hand coming to caress your head, you couldn’t help but smile the brightest you ever had.
Warnings: smut (18+), cunnilingus, fingering, squirting, creampie, cursing, pet names (Darling, good girl, baby), consensual free use
let me know if i missed anything !!
MINORS DNI
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whenever joshua wakes you up in the morning he’s pressed against your back, an arm around your waits gently dipping between your waist band to your pajama shorts and underwear. Before tracing the outline of your damp cunt. Your sleeping figure starts to stirr as Joshua kisses behind your ear “Relax.” He mumbles before sliding his hand down your thigh and sliding your leg up so it was near his waist, giving his cock a better angle to rest against your ass as he slowly grinds against you. The smallest bit of friction had him holding back his moans. He sighed as he pressed two fingers against your clothed slit. Your eyes gently start to open and look down to see joshua’s fingertips slipping into your under, The rough pads of his fingertips creating a delicious type of friction that sent shivers down your body. “josh please.” you whimper as he starts to move his fingers down. slowly fucking them back into you.
“Look at you, letting me use you like a toy my fucked out baby. He said and pressed his lips against yours, his soft lips pushing them against yours as he dig his fingers deeper into you. Your body was already sensitive up from just waking up. Joshua fingers were relentless, he finally ripped your panties off and started pressing small hickeys against your thigh as he situated himself between your legs. He buried his face into your cunt as his nose continued to bump against your clit. He knew he needed to get you off soon so he could can cum soon too
“Please don’t stop.” You whisper and grab the curly locks pushing him deeper into your cunt as the burning sensation in your core grows and it suddenly stops.
You look down to see Joshua looking back up at you with dark lust filled eyes. Your arousal was coating his lips as he slowly inserted two fingers into your hole.
“Please..” You whisper as he pressed his fingers against the rough spot on your walls.
“Don’t cum yet, I want you to cum on my cock.” He whispered into your ear as he pushed his pants and boxers down with a free hand.
You clenched around his fingers as they slowly left you. A sob got stuck in your throat before he locked his lips with yours. You gasp into the kiss and tug him closer, the overwhelming feeling of want and need surrounding your body.
“Joshua i need you to fuck me.” You mumble against his lips and fist his shirt.
“Whatever you say.” He said softly and sat up.
Before he aligned himself with your wet hole he wrapped a hand around the base of his thick cock. You watched with hungry eyes as his fist slowly moved up his cock, a drop of precum slowly dripping off his tip and onto your cunt.
“Tease.” You mumble and Joshua leaned down, pushing your legs apart wider before aligning himself with your wet hole.
“Am I really?” He said and teasingly just pushed his tip in. “That’s all you need right? Because anything else is too much like you always say.”
“Oh my god Joshua please just f-“ Your words were cut off with a loud moan as he slammed into you. With the first thrust he had completely bottomed out before pulling out one more time.
“No no n- Fuck!” You shout as he repeated his actions and placed a thumb on your clit.
“Is this going to be too much? or are you going to be a good girl and take it, I know you can.” He said and set a slow pace as he rubbed small circles on your clit to match the pace.
Joshua’s cock dragged on your velvety walls, his tip abusing your g-spot “I-It’s fine, just don’t stop, please.” You begged as the knot in your stomach got tighter and tighter
Your core started to burn in pleasure and you could tell Joshua was close too. His lazy yet sharp thrusts were hitting the best spots as you tightened around him and came. A gush of wetness splashing all over his cock and lower waist. After you were done he slammed into you one more time. You could feel his release filling you up as he shot white strings in your walls.
“Shit.” He whispered and rested against you. “I didn’t know you could do that..” Joshua said as he pulled out, his cum mixing with yours as it dripped out of your hole.
“Fuck off,” You mumble softly and close your eyes “You woke me up … the least you can do is clean me up.”
“Whatever you say darling.” He said and rested his head against your thigh.
mingyu’s strong hands capture your waist, lifting you without detaching your lips, and placing you on the hood of his car. the metal feels cold on the back of your thighs, but the shiver traveling down your body is all courtesy of mingyu. one of his hands takes up residence inside the front of your shirt, the other gliding up your spine until his fingers have a fistful of your hair. he pulls firmly, slowly, allowing himself the access to the column of your throat that he desires. he places sloppy, open mouthed kisses there, making more than sure to leave a mark behind. you groan at the image of them on your neck—your delicious reminder that mingyu had been there. been with you.
you hadn’t meant to end up here tonight. you didn’t even think it to be in the realm of possibility. the only thing you planned for the night was going out with your roommate. she had been seeing someone new recently, and he asked her to come out while he was having drinks with his friends. of course she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to spend time with him, but she didn’t want to go alone. not when he was going to have friends there.
so you agreed to join her. you didn’t know anything about this new guy of hers—it was too soon for her to tell you much in case it didn’t work out. you figured he might have a cute friend or two or, at the very least, you’d have a good time on the tab she was paying for. it’s not like you had anything better to do.
the one thing you didn’t prepare for is the possibility that this new guy of hers would be your ex. you didn’t prepare for him to be mingyu.
‘ex’ might not be the right word. it’s complicated. mingyu was just some guy you fooled around with when his roommates weren’t home to keep him entertained. or at least he was supposed to be. but six months into having amazing sex—as well as more than a fair share of heart-stopping, non-sex-related memories—you two fell apart. you hadn’t even realized you were wound together enough to be able to fall apart.
mingyu was in love with you. he told you one night when your body was recovering from him ravaging it and your mind was just starting to come back to you. you were completely nude and covered in him, but it was his admission that made you feel the most naked. you instinctively covered your body in his sheets and sat up, plotting your escape.
you told him that he wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you. you told him it was supposed to be just sex. you told him he fucked everything up. you told him you didn’t feel the same.
you watched as his heart broke in front of you while you lied.
your mind was in halves. half of you fully believed what you said. it was supposed to be the way you said. but the other half knew that it wasn’t anymore. you wanted that half to shut up. you weren’t ready to be in love. you weren’t ready to be in love with mingyu, someone you knew you could love so much that it could ruin you.
so you let both of your hearts break at once.
sometimes you got selfish and texted mingyu, begging him to come touch you. you’d tell him you missed him so much, but when he realized all you were asking for is another fuck, he’d disappear. he was so much stronger than you were. he resisted you so much better than you ever could him. he was doing all the right things to get over you.
and now here he is—over you. just not in the way he had worked so hard to be. his hands are pulling at the front of your shorts, tugging your zipper down with what can only be described as desperation. his mouth travels up the side of your neck, then across your jaw to your lips, hung open in awe. the awe of him. he licks into your mouth as his fingernails scratch over the fabric of your panties playfully and you moan for him. “fuck, gyu, missed you so much.”
and just like that, he freezes. his hand stills. his body stiffens. he pulls away from you and you watch as the excitement dies in his eyes. all the times you texted him about how much you “missed him” come flooding back to his mind. this is exactly the situation he was trying to avoid.
“mingyu—“ you start, desperate to get him to come back to you, but he’s not listening anymore.
“i don’t know why i’m such a fucking idiot, but this was a mistake.” he drags his hands down his face to try and soothe the tension he’s feeling. the disappointment in himself. “get in the car. i’m taking you home.”
“but mingyu, i—“
“y/n, stop. i’ve let you play with me enough. why do you have to keep making things harder for me? i’m so fucking stupid.”
he doesn’t even look at you now. he walks back to his side of the car and gets in so he doesn’t have to argue with you anymore. the decision is made.
you awkwardly fix your clothes, taking your time before you have to get into the pressure cooker that is mingyu’s car. when you do, he doesn’t say anything. he just starts the car and drives. the car ride is too silent and too heavy. you feel like you can’t breathe. the 10 minute drive to your place feels like it takes hours.
the second the car stops, mingyu looks out his door window, completely avoiding your gaze. it’s too much for you to handle. “just so you know, mingyu… you’re not stupid. you’re not an idiot.” it’s all you want to say before your deserved walk of shame.
he turns his head in your direction and, for a second, you’re hopeful. maybe he doesn’t hate you after all. his eyes connect with yours and stay there. “that means nothing coming from you.”
warnings: virgin!reader (has some experience, though) with a bit of anxiety about the whole thing. handjobs, fingering, a little bit of cum eating, a Lot of marking (both m and f receiving), and also a Lot of grinding. no actual intercourse (references to it in several spots), just two people exploring one another for the first time. intentional lowercase, minimal proofreading. pls let me know if i missed something!!
wz.txt: me rewriting something i wrote over a year ago: self care <3
it feels like the sky has only just welcomed the sun when joshua tries to get up to leave.
emphasis on tries, because you’re holding him so tightly that the most movement he can manage is a wriggle. he doesn’t mind, though, a soft smile working its way onto his face as he brushes a gentle hand over your peaceful features. “angel,” he hums softly. “i need you to let me go.”
you don’t budge. but your boyfriend knows you too well — he knows that you’re just pretending to be asleep. so he wraps you back into his arms for a moment, kissing the top of your forehead. “i know you can hear me, baby,” he says, amused. “i have to go.”
“nooo,” you whine finally, snuggling into him. “stay.”
joshua sighs. “i wish i could. i’m sorry, angel.”
“don’t be sorry,” you rebut sleepily. your eyes finally open — gorgeous, joshua thinks to himself — and you stare at him pleadingly. “do you really have to go?”
he nods as he cups your jaw in one hand, thumb caressing your cheek. “wish i didn’t have to, but i do.”
reluctantly then, you loosen your grip. “fine! leave me!” you declare, dramatically resting the back of your hand against your own forehead. and then you pause, glance at him — “do you want me to make you breakfast?”
joshua chuckles, kissing your forehead and sliding out of the covers, before tucking you back in. “i‘m alright. just go back to sleep, okay?” he leans over you, brushing back hair from your eyes, and stealing one more kiss.
you squint at him suspiciously. “but you will eat breakfast, right?”
“i will. i pinky promise.” and he laces his smallest finger with yours, before grabbing your hand and raising it to his lips. “i’ll see you later, okay? i love you.”
you’re already cuddling back into the warmth of the sheets, nodding sleepily. “okay. eat well! drive safe! tell the members i say hi!”
he waits expectantly. “…and?”
you open your eyes to smile at him again. “and i love you.”
an / something about shua just screams domesticity. i love him.
your arms are crossed. your brows are furrowed. your lips are set in a dead straight line. you mean serious business.
he blinks at you, confused, but shifts so he’s sitting upright on the sofa. “okay,” vernon agrees, apprehensive. he pats the space next to him.
you take it, uncrossing your arms and looking him dead in the eye, so seriously that his mind short circuits for a second — he starts panicking internally, and that means he almost misses your next words;
“vernon, we need a cat.”
before he even fully registers your words and processes his relief, you’re begging. “i’m serious, okay! i know you’re busy and i can get busy sometimes, but i really — really — really think we should get a cat.”
“o—”
“from the rescue centre! you know, the one we visit all the time. pleeeease don’t say no.”
“i mean — ”
“and i need someone to keep me company when you’re away for tour and stuff too, you know.”
“is this… emotional blackmail?”
“no! i just think we’d be great parents! we can afford it! and we’d do a really good job, especially you, ‘cause you’re so awesome and handsome and cool a—”
“alright, okay, hold on.” he snorts, holding up a hand to stop you. “you don’t have to resort to flattery.”
“so… we can get the cat?” you gaze at him with pleading, rounded eyes, and he blinks.
“i literally don’t know how you got to that conclusion from what i said,” he says dryly.
your pout is instantaneous. “vernon!”
“baby!”
“please. please please please pleeeeaase.”
his smile is borderlining a smirk by now, as he pinches your cheeks. “you’re so cute.”
“i’m not cute. i’m desperate.”
“you’re still cute.”
“usually i’d say thank you, but right now i don’t care. can we get the cat?”
vernon chuckles, looping arm around you. “of course we can get the cat. you didn’t even have to beg, you know. i was sold the moment you said it.”
your delighted beam, he notices quickly, is turning more and more sheepish as you slip out from under his arm, sidling over to a cardboard box he hadn’t even noticed before.
“so, uh… about that cat,” you begin.
“baby.”
“yes?”
“what’s in the box?”
you glance between him and the box. “what box? this box? oh! haha. nothing. nothing crazy. ha.”
“it wouldn’t happen to be… i don’t know, a cat?”
“whaaat?” you scoff at him, waving a hand disbelievingly. “a cat? a cat! pshh. what a craazy thought. imagine that.”
the silence that follows is broken by one very small, very quiet meow.
“okay, okay!” you throw your hands up guiltily. “i’m sorry, she was just looking at me with those big big eyes and i couldn’t just say no, could i?”
far from being mad, or even surprised, vernon is just entertained. “and what if i had said no?”
“i would’ve cried. do you want that on your conscience?”
“never.” he stands, opening his hands to you with a boyish smile. “now. hand me my child.”
an / thought of this idea after many many cat pics (thank you sammy perla is the love of my life). and then i sat and wrote it out in 15 mins. (could alternatively be used as a very accurate depiction of me begging my mother for a cat, except i’ve been doing that for over a decade and she only says no.)
literally starstruck. thinks that you’re the most incredible person to ever exist actually
is absolutely captivated while watching you talk about literally anything ever, listening The Most intently
like. the best active listener ever, and it’s all for you
smiles when you say something amusing, nods his head if he remembers the scenario you’re describing that he’s also witnessed, winces sympathetically if you say something embarrassing/ painful
loves listening to you talk about something you’re passionate about. being able to watch the way your eyes widen and you gesture with your hands and become more and more animated while talking makes him grin impossibly wide
bc he’s so good at listening, he literally remembers everything ab you, from what your first childhood memory was to that one day back in high school that you still fondly remember as one of the best days of your life
you’re just so precious to him, so how can he not remember everything you say?
“Hansol?”
“Y/N?”
“Who’s your favourite?”
Hansol blinks at you, confused. You’re currently on a casual date, eating dinner in some diner, and he’s thinking about something entirely random when you spring a question on him. “What?”
“Who’s your favourite person?” you elaborate. “Like, ever?”
“Hm.” He thinks for a second. “Oh, easy. My mom.”
You laugh, shaking your head, and it makes him smile a little, wondering what he’s done that’s so endearing this time. “No, apart from your family.”
“Oh.” Hansol furrows his eyebrows, and you’re watching him intently, eyes bright under the lighting of the diner. “Hm, that’s hard.”
You grin as his eyes meet yours, and something about the light, teasing expression ghosting the corners of your lips makes him grin too, having some vague idea of where this is going.
“You know what, I think my favourite person is Seungkwan,” Hansol says, keeping his face totally straight as he says it.
“Seungkwan? Really?”
Hansol nods, still straight-faced. “Yeah. He’s, like, my best bro. The bestest. My favourite person ever.”
“Ah.” Your face is expressionless too, a mild mask of nothingness as you nod as if it all makes sense. “Yeah.”
“Yeah.”
He stares at you, and you stare back, equal blank looks on your faces, before finally Hansol cracks, grinning and chuckling. He leans over and boops you on the nose, lightly.
“You shouldn’t start conversations like these if you can’t handle getting a different answer,” he says, and his teasing tone makes you break too, slumping your shoulders and whining.
“I really thought that Seungkwan was your favourite person,” you say sulkily, and Hansol laughs again. “Like, for all of five seconds. I really believed you.”
He smiles at you, and he knows he has stars in his eyes. “Of course you’re my favourite, Y/N,” Hansol says, tapping his fingers affectionately against your hand resting on the table. “It’s you.”
That makes you smile, tilting your head. “Really? Are you really sure?”
Hansol nods, interlacing his fingers with yours. He smiles back at you.
contains: friends to lovers, teasing (of the sexy and the "omg bestie i am gonna kill you" variety), humor, petnames, unprotected sex, creampie, little bit of hand action (m. and f. receiving), possessiveness.
a/n: listen, this is absolutely smutty but it's also kind of fluffy and there will be lols involved.
prompt:
While lying in bed, the two of them can't help but overhear their upstairs neighbors going at it rather loudly. Mingyu turns to You after a while, and asks, “You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?”
It was three o’clock in the morning. THREE. O’CLOCK. Your upstairs neighbors had been going at it for the past several hours, pausing only just long enough between rounds for you to delude yourself into thinking they were done and you could finally sleep.
Which, fine. Your neighbors were horny and that was – well, you understood, okay.
You glanced over at the man lying in bed next to you, then quickly looked away and returned your gaze to glare at the ceiling. If said man lying in bed next to you were anyone other than your best friend – your supposedly platonic best friend, for whom you were supposed to not want to ride into tomorrow – it would not be nearly as mortifying and discomfiting. Point in fact, you were generally super understanding and just turned up the volume on your handy-dandy meditation playlist and/or shoved ear plugs in to tune them out. And of course, there was the time – only once, mind you – where you may or may not have given in to the horny vibes and gave yourself a quick orgasm.
But that was one time!
That again, may or may not have happened.
Now, though, you were trying desperately to ignore the fact that your upstairs neighbors were on who even knew what round of clearly very satisfying sex, while you lied in bed next to the hottest man you had ever seen in person. Who, you gave yourself a mental shake and reminded yourself, absolutely did not see you as anything other than his trusty BFF, to whom he could turn for advice on how to understand, how to woo, or how to diplomatically break things off with whichever new woman he was seeing.
Basically, the Universe clearly hated you and this was punishment for letting yourself think of Mingyu for that one moment during that one time that you would neither confirm nor deny you got yourself off while listening to your horny neighbors do the do. A particularly loud moan from the lady upstairs and an answering groan from the guy she was with caused you to unconsciously rub your thighs together and very purposefully keep from looking over at your own bed partner.
Fuck, you thought. I am so fucked. This would be the first and last platonic sleepover you ever had.
You feel the shifting on the bed next to you, and hear rather than see Mingyu roll over to look at you. You slam your eyes shut and prepare to put on the most Oscar-worthy performance of pretending to be asleep in the history of ever, determined not to have to talk about the awkwardness of the situation with him.
“You wanna fuck louder than them to establish dominance?” It was the absolute last thing you expected to hear, however, and the noise you let out was more squeak than anything, as you immediately turned your face toward Mingyu, eyes wide.
“What?!” Yeah, that was 100% a squeak. Or a shriek. Either way, not your best look.
Mingyu laughed, stupidly handsome smile forming on his stupidly beautiful face, rolling over further until he hovered over you, arms on either side of your shoulders caging you beneath him. Your breath caught in your throat, heat traveling from the pink in your cheeks all the way down to your core at the position, and your eyes flickered down to his lips against your will before you forced them back up to meet his gaze. “Y-You can’t – you can’t be serious! What?”
“C’mon, I think we can take them,” he said, lips still curled up in the corners, a knowing smirk, his own gaze purposefully and slowly taking in every detail of your face. He took in the way your lashes kept fluttering shut, the dilation of your pupils, and the way you kept biting at your lower lip. Driving him fucking nuts, really. You always did when you looked at him like that, even if you never noticed you were doing it, which actually was worse. With the world’s longest porno happening upstairs?
Fuck, even a saint had limits, and he was no saint.
“You don’t want to, baby?” Mingyu braced his weight on a forearm, bringing a hand up to brush hair back from your face before tracing down your temple, grazing his fingertips along your neck. If he hadn’t already been hard – again, pornographic soundtrack while you were lying next to him in bed, face flushed and squirming less than a foot from him – the instinctive way you arched your neck, giving him greater access to your neck, would have done it. As it was, it took everything in him not to grind against your hip while he waited for an answer.
Oh God. You felt his words in your cunt, inner muscles clenching around nothing, and you could not recall ever having felt such an acute ache, desperate to be filled. Your fingers found purchase in the fabric of his shirt at his chest, gripping it tightly. To keep him close? To ground yourself in reality? You didn’t even know, but maybe it was a little of both.
“I – Baby?” you asked, forcing words past your lips and your eyes to find his.
His eyes that were darker than you’d ever seen them, hungry in a way you’d dreamed about but never actually expected to see. You sucked in a sharp breath, pulse thundering in your veins, pulling his torso down toward you without your brain even telling your hands to do so.
Soft lips brushed against yours, then teeth gently nipped at your lower lip, and you whimpered, feeling light-headed with the intensity of your need.
“Mhm,” he hummed, tongue slipping out to join his teeth in teasing your lip. “You are, aren’t you? My baby.” The hand on your neck slid down further, trailing down the length of your torso to squeeze your hip, drawing you up while he pushed down with his hips, pressing against you and letting you feel the hardness of his cock as he ground slowly into you.
“Oh fuck, Mingyu.” Your words were breathless, a needy whine. “Yours, yeah,” you agreed, greedy hips bucking up into his and hands yanking at the hem of his shirt, pulling and pushing it up, trying to get the damn thing off and out of the way already.
He smiled against your lips, pressing a kiss to them before sitting up and back on his knees, drawing the shirt over his head and tossing it away from himself. It only took you half a decade to admit it, but fucking finally. “That’s right. Always been mine, haven’t you? Gonna show you so you never forget it,” he promised, voice deep and layered with a rough texture not normally there.
The way your body pulsed for him, swelled, slickened, readied itself, was dizzying and visceral, and you squeezed your legs together as you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth and reached a hand out to touch his bare torso. “If I’m yours, that means you’re mine.”
The groan he emitted before dragging you up to a sitting position in front of him, fingers fisting into your hair to crash his lips against yours, went straight to your core and you wound your arms around his shoulders, pressing closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between you. His tongue pushed past your lips, tangling with yours, sliding along the length of it, dominating it in the way he wanted to dominate you. Fucking claim you.
And yeah, he was yours. Had been since the first time you smiled at him after having made the worst Dad joke he had ever heard. He was stupid in love with you and now that he had you in his arms, he wasn’t letting you go.
Between one heartbeat and the next, he had your sleep shirt over your head and onto the floor beside the bed, and his hips were cradled between your thighs, dragging the length of his cock against your cunt, only separated by the thin fabric of his boxers and your lacey panties. “Shit,” he rasped. “So fucking wet for me, baby. So ready for me to fuck you like you deserve, aren’t you?” A slow, hard roll of his hips, then he brought his fingers to rub at you through the soaking lace. “Wanted to for years. Can’t believe I finally get to feel this pretty pussy around me.”
Your head was spinning with his words. “Years?” you asked on a gasp, jerking your hips into his touch, sharp pleasure sweeping through you with every circle his fingers made around your clit. “Should’ve – should’ve said something. Could’ve been-” You paused, gulping in air before continuing, “Could’ve been doing this. Wanted you so much, Gyu,” you confessed, arching beneath him.
It wasn’t a love confession, but he knew you well enough to know how you felt, to read between the lines.
Mingyu pulled back to slide your panties down your legs, hands wrapped around your ankles once they were off. His heated gaze met yours as he pressed a kiss to one calf, then the other, then he slowly slid his hands along your calves, pausing at your knees to push your thighs further apart. “Oh, sweetheart, look at you,” he groaned, licking his lips at the sight of your pussy, swollen and so wet you were dripping onto the sheets beneath you.
Lowering himself onto a forearm, he let the other hand continue its journey up your thigh until he was slipping his fingers through your folds, fingertips circling your clit before sliding down to tease your entrance. You watched him watch himself as he slid two fingers into you, slowly thrusting them in and out, testing until he found the spot that made you cry out and clutch at his biceps.
And oh, he looked so self-satisfied now that he found it. “Right there, huh?” At your enthusiastic nod and jerk of your hips, he cooed, bringing his thumb to rub at your clit while his fingers started to move faster, hitting that same spot every time and tightening the coil within you.
“P-Please, Mingyu, Gyu,” you whimpered, needing more, needing him – just needing.
“What do you need, baby? Need another finger?” he asked, a third joining on the next inward thrust and pulling a sharp inhalation from you. “Need me to keep fucking you with my fingers?”
You nodded, then shook your head, trying to make your brain work, which was getting more and more difficult the longer he looked at you with those dark, hungry eyes, and touched you with that confident, steady touch. “Next time. Just want – Fuck, babe – I want you,” you whined, your own fingers finding him through his boxers and squeezing, sliding along the length of his dick.
“Shit!” He cursed, pulling his fingers from you and joining yours, guiding your little hands under the fabric and showing you how he liked to be held, to be stroked. Mingyu hissed in a breath, hips jerking into your grip, not taking his eyes off you, watching as you learned what made him groan, what made him gasp. He couldn’t – fuck, “I need to be inside you.”
Shoving his boxers as far down as he could and kicking them the rest of the way off, Mingyu grabbed one of your knees and hooked it around his hip. He brushed his lips against yours and dragged his cock along your slit, coating himself in your wetness. Teasing himself, teasing you with what was to come. Holding onto this moment, the last moment before the first time he was inside you.
Fingernails clawing at his back, you thrust your hips up, in invitation and entreaty. “Gyu, please.”
You begged so prettily, it broke the last of his resolve. Taking your lips in a deep kiss, Mingyu pressed into you slowly, voice a growl as he felt your cunt, so hot and wet – for him, for only him – clench around his dick, “Just like that, baby. Feel so good. Fucking mine.”
The liquid flame that spread throughout your body at the feel of him, buried deep inside of you, body and words staking a claim – something you’d never let yourself think too long or too hard about because it just wasn’t realistic until now, until it was. You brought your other leg up to encircle his hips, keeping him close, showing him you needed him, while your words told him, “Al-always yours, just like -” you gasp, “like you’re always mine.”
Tilting his hips to hit the right angle, once you’d adjusted around him, Mingyu started building a rhythm, listening to your cries, hissing as your nails dug into his shoulder blades, driving himself into you again and again.
Driving you both closer and closer to release.
Your breathing came faster, sharper, and you felt yourself twist into knots as the pressure built, squirming beneath him and begging him for more, harder, faster, just him, him, him.
Fuck, you were going to kill him. Staring down at you falling apart beneath him, looking like every wet dream he had ever and would ever have. He brought his thumb back to rub against your clit while he continued to thrust his cock into you as deeply as he could go, bottoming out on every inward thrust, and feeling the tension at the base of his spine start to fray.
“You gonna come for me, baby?” he whispered into your ear, then took the lobe in between his teeth, teasing the sensitive skin with his tongue. “C’mon, sweetheart. Be a good girl and let me feel you come on my cock, let me hear you.”
The feel of him inside you, thumb rubbing against your clit, chest pressed against yours, and his breath – his words – against your ear were too much and you shattered, waves of pleasure rushing over you and through you, leaving you clinging to him and gasping his name again and again.
Tilting his head back to watch your face as you came apart and feeling your pussy pulse around him, squeezing and clenching, the tension in his own body snapped. Mingyu jerked his hips into you one last time, hard, burying himself deep and holding himself there, as your pussy milked every drop of come from him and you clung to him, your face tucked into the crook of his neck and body shaking beneath him, while he rode out his own orgasm.
Bliss.
Absolute. Goddamn. Bliss.
Minutes later? Hours? You had no sense of time anymore, clearly, once your brain came back online.
What you were aware of, though, acutely so, were the strong arms wrapped around you and the just as strong chest your cheek rested against. You bit your lip, although there was no hiding the dopey smile on your face as you lifted your head and turned to look at Mingyu. “Hi,” you said shyly.
Warmth in his eyes, an answering smile met your own – at least, until and after he leaned down to press a kiss against your lips. “Hi,” he replied confidently – okay, cockily – and you narrowed your eyes playfully at him.
“Mingyu, I swear to God, if you say what I think you’re going to say, I am never having sex with you again.”
Wide, innocent eyes looked down at you. “What? I was going to say that you’re beautiful, funny, smart, and sexy as hell, then ask you to be my girlfriend, but okay! Message received.”
Gasping, you tucked yourself closer to his side and tightened your arm around his torso. “No, no, no! I take it back. You can totally say it and I will definitely have sex with you again!” you assured him.
Shifting beneath you, he reached a hand down to draw your chin up until you were meeting his gaze. He grinned. “You’re totally my girlfriend now. No takebacks, by the way. Don’t think I forgot you admitting you’re mine. Repeatedly. While you clu-“
His words were cut off by the hand you clapped over his mouth. “You. Hush. I’ll let you be my boyfriend, so shh. Thou shalt not talk about what is spoken in the heat of the moment.”
“Yes, dear,” he agreed with a mischievous smile. “Oh, hey, by the way – I think we won. I haven’t heard your neighbor moan since we started!”
“Oh dear God. Kim Mingyu! Where is your damned off button?”
Warnings: Smut, 18+, unprotected sex, profanity, angst, fluff. Sexual language.
Word count: Idek
Proofread: nope :)
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“Vernon?”
Your feet drags you through the hallway. The same furnished tunnel that separated your shared bedroom from your living room, kitchen, and the front door you just entered.
You had just finished another double shift at work. Missing hours a few weeks back because of a vacation you have previously took.
Your feet were sore, you body ached with not only pain, but tiredness if that makes sense.
Working as a coffee shop manager wasn’t easy. You had to keep track of times, workers, products, etc. It’s a heavy duty. And it’s every day of the week. So the first thing you wanna do during this weekend break you were approved of, was go straight home and rest. Preferably with your partner of two years.
“Vernon, you home?”
None of the calls you make of his name get a reply. Which was weird considering he texted you right before you left your work place saying he’d be down to have a movie night to make you feel better.
His idea.
The silence was loud until you reach the entry of your bedroom. Pushing open the rectangular door that blocked you.
Inside sits not only your clean room, but Vernon. Sitting at his desk playing video games. With headphones.
That explains the silence.
“Vernon, you hear me?”
The closer you get behind him, the more you can hear the screaming voices of his friends through the foamed ear muffs. You throw your tote bag onto the bed and flicker the light switch on the wall to get his attention.
Vernon’s body turns at lightning speed. When his brown orbs lay upon you, he can’t help but smile. He raises from the the black and green gaming chair, pulling the headphones off his head.
“Hey,” he greets you. His soft pink lips peck your temple right as a hand slips around ur waist to pull you close. “How was work?”
“Fine, I guess.”
Your response is followed with a shrug. Vernon takes note upon this and sighs. But he doesn’t say anything more. “I’m just tired.”
“Rest.”
“I will. Gonna make something first. Have you eaten yet?”
He shakes his head. “Wanna order something? It’ll be easier.”
The thought of ordering out instead of cooking a whole meal hadn’t even crossed your mind for some reason. But now that it has, the latter is definitely the way to go. Vernon whips his phone out his pocket. Opening a delivery app, then passing it to you.
“Get whatever you want. My treat.”
He kisses your lips, lightly, before turning back to the gaming station to continue. “You don’t wanna hangout?”
“Oh, uhm-“
The way his eyes travel to look at the computer shows he had forgot about the plans to relax together tonight. It totally slipped his mind the second his best friend messaged for some gaming time. “How about when food gets here?”
“But you said-“
“Just a minute, Dino,” he speaks over you. “When foods here. I promise.”
And then he’s gone. All his sense put back into the electronics with his friends. Leaving you to fend for yourself. Entertain yourself. All on your own.
You aren’t even gonna try to hide the disappointment that waves over your system. It was Vernon’s idea to have a night together when you got home from the stressful day of chaos you’ve dealt with.
And you appreciate his effort because you know he cares. But actions speak louder than words.
After putting in a order for not only yourself, but Vernon as well given that you know what he likes, you toss his phone on the large shared bed. Removing the converse on your feet, you grab a set of clothing to replace the uniform on your body. Heading into your bathroom to run yourself a nice bath. It’s the least you could settle for right now, but it works.
You make sure the water is more in the colder side to awaken your muscles. The fruity smell of your body soap fills the bathroom space. As well as your nose.
It doesn’t take long for you to finish, your bathing time followed by your nighttime routine. Vernon’s still in the game Even after the half hour you spent in the bathroom, settling yourself for the night.
Setting your dirty worn clothes of the day into a basket, you put away all your products and duck out the bathroom.
Vernon’s still in the same spot as before. You only push aside how upset you feel instead of prepping a whole big deal out of it.
You pull the dark comforter that lays on top on your mattress upwards so you can slide yourself under it. For minutes, you tried to occupy yourself watching his game that flashed on the desk monitor. Vernon speaking every few seconds to communicate with his teammates.
But that wasn’t enough to not feel bored and alone. Your hand flips your phone upwards so its screen is connected to your eyes. Of course you gotta adjust the brightness considering it being later in the night so the bedroom itself isn’t even bright enough to match how vibrant the display was.
You open Netflix in hoping to find a show or movie that’ll keep you interested enough to stay awake until food got here.
It definitely upsets you that you have to spend this time to make yourself feel more relaxed when Vernon usually helps you. You understand completely that he wants to play games with his friends, very understandable.
But you wished he had sorted his time and schedule a lot better. Instead, everything for the night has been switched around.
Of course there’s always tomorrow but after a good nights rest, you’ll probably feel better already. You wanted to spend time with him now.
Your saddened thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your home’s doorbell. Of course Vernon’s not gonna get the door so you retrieve yourself out of the bed and out of the bedroom.
Setting the given meals onto the kitchen counter, you call out Vernon’s name. Maybe if you’re loud enough, he can actually hear.
“Vernon! Foods here!”
You pull the containers out the plastic bag. “Vernon!”
A sigh leaves your lips. Now you have to drag yourself all the way back to your room just to get his attention off the screen and into yourself.
“Babe,” you call while tapping his shoulder. He pulls one of the headphones off and behind his ear. “Food’s here. Wanna go eat?”
“Oh, yeah give me a second.”
“Are we gonna watch something?” You ask. Your finger play with the hemming on the hood of his sweater.
“You still want to?”
The brows on your forehead, furrow. “Of course I want to. I’ve been waiting this whole time to watch a movie with you. It was your idea.”
“Why’re you getting mad?”
His hands raise from the keyboard. Almost like he was trying defend his own self.
“I-I’m not. I’m just saying.”
“Okay, why don’t you set up a movie for us and I’ll be right out there. Hm?”
You nod with hesitancy. Questioning whether or not he’ll actually be out there anytime soon. But watching him leave the game lobby was A answer on its own.
“Guys, guys, I got to go. Y/n’s not having the best day and I promised I’d spend time with her.”
You set up Netflix on the living room tv. Setting the plates of your food into the cute coffee table that sits on this vintage rug Vernon’s mother gifted you at Christmas the previous year. You also grab a large fluffy blanket from the hallway closet.
The bedroom door opens with a squeak. Vernon comes marching out in a new set of clothes. Just a tshirt and some pajama pants.
“Food smells good.”
You nod in agreement. Vernon pretty much collapses onto the dark grey L shaped sofa. Adjusting the blanket to lay across his man spread legs. “Want a drink?”
“Mhm. Thanks.”
You hand him one of the two cokes from the fridge, settling next to him. Usually you’d be a lot closer than what it seems, and Vernon noticed the distance between you two.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I’m fine.”
“C’mere,” he pulls at your elbow. Using it against you to pull your body into his own. Your knees prop onto the couch. His arm swoops around so it lays across your chest. And you cling to it like you never wanna let it go. Because you really don’t. “Talk to me.”
“Huh?”
“Did I do something?”
“No- it’s not like that. I’m just tired,” you speak softly.
“Then why are you mad at me?”
The debate between letting this go now that your together or actually telling him why you’re truly upset with him. Either way the vibes will be ruined in your eyes.
“I’m not mad, I promise. It’s just- todays been super stressful. And you told me that when I got home, we could watch a movie and spend time together.”
“I did, yeah.”
“But I come home and you’re playing video games, leaving me to wonder whether you actually wanted to be by me, or not.”
His heart breaks. He understands exactly what you’re saying. Because he did say he’d be right there to make you feel better when you got home. And he won’t deny that. But he hadn’t noticed he had been leaving you out.
“And then you say we can hangout when foods here.“
“Y/n-“
“…and I had to practically beg you to come out here when it was you, who told me we’d have this time together.”
“Hey, I know. I hear you.”
“I know this is probably dramatic. But I’m stressed. And I want to be by you. It makes me feel better. But I want you to want to be by me too.”
All of this open his eyes. He made you feel so alone. And in no way, shape, or form, did He find any of this to be dramatic. Far from it. You find Vernon as your home. Your comfort. You are just as well for me. And you’re always there to hear about his stressful work days. Holding him when he feels like crying, hugging him when he needs to comfort. It’s only fair to him, that he does the EXACT same for you.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to leave you alone. It sorta slipped my mind. But that’s no excuse.”
You lift your head so your eyes meet.
“I’m sorry.”
He bends his head forward to peck your soft bubbly cheeks. Once, twice, three times. Each kiss followed by another apology. It only makes you giggle. “Okay, okay!”
You try to pull away but he calls your name which pauses your movements. “Hey, I really am sorry.”
“It’s okay. You’re here right now and I’m feeling so much better already.”
“Yeah?”
“Mhm, cause I got food,” you joke. Vernon jerks your body against his which make you giggle.
“Oh really?”
“No, no. I’m kidding. I promise.”
He only hums in response. Instead of giving any word, he leans down to kiss your smiling lips. You reciprocate. It’s passionate at first. Slow. And super soft. You can feel the love in it. Both of you can.
But the second he mumbles “I love you” against your lips, it starts to get more heated than the passing kisses. The pressure of your mouth are a lot more compressed and hard than the softer and peck-like ones from before. And it grows more heavy by each second.
The position isn’t all that. Both of your necks are craned so its not all that comfortable.
You pull away to sit on your knees, turning to his body so your face to face. You lay a leg over his thigh so you can set yourself in his lap.
A hand of his holds your waist, but under your shirt so he can feel your skin. You pull him so your chests touch, reconnecting your lips.
Your hands trace his biceps and up to his shoulders where you grip on them tightly.
Vernon’s bulge is so obvious in the pajama pants he’s wearing. You can trace it with just your mind and the feeling between you. You lift yourself just a tad bit. But it was more like a grind. So you both could feel the desperate feeling that was racing in your veins.
His hand on your waist guides your hips at this point because your too focused on his lips that doing it on your own, its a little sloppy.
His covered erection rubs so perfectly against your wet heat. And for a second you think Vernon isn’t enjoying this because he stops kissing you, stops your hip movements, and places his head against your shoulder.
“Wait, wait. Stop,” he whispers. Moving his head right away to look you in the eyes. “We dont have to have sex tonight. We can just watch the movie.”
“No- I want to. I really want to.”
“Are you sure? Because we can just cuddle now and do this another time.”
Your stomach turns. “Do you not want me?”
“No, of course I do. I do. But I don’t want you to do this because of me. I know you had a bad day so if you wanna just relax, we can just relax.”
“Vernon, I really want you. I really do. Okay?”
He chuckles, “Okay.”
Vernon holds your waist even tighter so he can flip you on the couch. That way your pinned into the sofa while he hovers above you. He presses his lips even harder than ever on yours. Lifting your (his) t-shirt so your stomach is revealed to him. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Am I?”
“Yeah,” he says with a smirk.
Vernon trails a hand from your covered breast to the waistband of her pajama shorts. Your breath shudders. You couldn’t even remember the last time Vernon touching you made your breath hitch the way it is right now. To be fair, you haven’t been TOO intimate lately because of your busy schedules so maybe that just the reason. Its been just quick morning sex and then you both go on in the days like nothing happened. Obviously still affectionate but again, its the in bed affection that makes this so intimate right now.
Vernon’s lips trace the outline of your jaw just as his hand slips into your bottoms. Under the shorts AND your under wear, right to the place thats needed the most.
“Relax baby.”
His finger slide in between your soaking desperate walls. Your thighs twitch. The direct contact already making you feel so overstimulated.
He rubs circles right on your clit. At the same time as sucking little marks behind your ear. Its your sweet spot. He knew that better than anything. “Can I put them in?”
“Please.”
Not another word needed before he slips his pointy and middle finger inside you. Pumping them in and out at a pace that satisfies you enough to already feel your high coming. Thats how great Vernon made you feel. He thrusts his bulge against your opened up thigh. Giving himself some friction while focusing on making you cum.
Vernon knows to listen to your body. The language, the speed of your breathing, the height and volume of your moans as well as the space in between each of them. For example, when he angles his fingers just perfectly that your moans are now higher pitched.
So when you finally reach your climax, Vernon’s already ripping your bottoms off your body along with his own. He presses two quick kisses to your mouth before grabbing his rock hard cock into his hand and slapping your plumped lips with it. You body jolts at this sudden action.
“You sore?”
“No, no. I’m feel great. Just still coming down.”
He pauses all his movements. “Want me to wait?”
You hum with a shake of your head. “I still want you.”
“You sure. We can stop now if its too much,” he says with assurance. Thats one of your favorite things about Vernon is no matter how certain you sound, he’ll always continue to make sure thing okay. He’ll never push you to go any farther if you were sure.
“I dont wanna stop. I’m okay, I promise.”
Vernon kisses your temple. And holds his lips there as he sinks himself into you as slowly and sweetly as possible.
You moan into his shoulder while gripping his biceps. The stretch gets you every time. Not super painful but when slips in so slowly, you can feel the curve of every vein on his cock. “You okay?”
“Perfect.”
Vernon grips your thigh to lift it over his waist. Giving more access to your center to thrust more easily. He hits a spot so quickly that your nails are creating moon crescents into his skin even with the short sleeves covering his skin.
Your gummy walls suck Vernon in so nicely that now his own breath is shuddering against your skin. This dint even fucking in either of your eyes. This is your way of making love to each other. And you loved being able to do so with someone who cares so much for you.
He places a strong hand onto your breast and squeezes it through the green bra that covers your skin. The contact makes your high approach even faster than before.
A echoed moan travels through the room and it hits his ears so magically. “You like that? When I touch you?”
“I love it. I love it so much.”
Vernon can feel his high approaching rapidly. With every kiss, every touch, every thrust, it makes him wanna come undone. Smashing your lips together to swallow every moan you expose because of him is like taking a pill. You’re his drug. Everything he needs.
“Fuck- I love you so much, Y/n.”
“I love you too.”
“Say it again.”
And you do. And when asks you to say it again, you do. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. You’re gonna came me cum, Y/n.”
“Me too, Nonnie.”
His hand leaves your breast to circle your clit once again. “Oh, I’m-“
“Do it for me.”
You hold his lips to your own as you climax subdues your entire body. And just the sight on your beautiful body shaking over your orgasm has Vernon cumming as well and painting your insides with white liquid strings. “Fuck, fuck.”
His hips don’t stop until your high are long over and done. Vernon kisses your lips once more before pulling out of you while resting his head on your own. “You okay? You feel okay?”
You smile. “I feel amazing.”
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely,” you nod with a little giggle escaping with your words. Vernon retrieves both of your bottoms from the floor and put them back on your bodies. More gently for you than his own self.
“I’ll warm up the food and we can watch that movie.”
Those words make your heart flutter. You nod while Vernon stands from the couch, bends down to peck your lips. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And then he’s off to the kitchen warming up your dinner while you start the movie.
description. choosing to be roommates with vernon chwe would undeniably be one of the few life-changing decisions you made in your lifetime. he brought along support, friendship, and most importantly: a hot friend. — or, in which you’re roommates with vernon and you happen to fall for one of his many chaotic friends.
tags. smut (18+), oral (m receiving), just stupid mutual pining, fluff, seriously self indulgent, mentioned past toxic/controlling relationships
w/c. 13.6k
a/n. REPOSTED. a fic that was supposed to be multiple parts but i couldn't come up with a real plot. i am not proud of this work at all it was literally the FIRST!!! thing i wrote for svt or kpop in general so excuse how stupid and rushed it is and enjoy how i am only keeping it up for the sake of tracking growth … nevertheless i hope u enjoy!
I. OH MY!
Moving in with Vernon is among your top life changing decisions, pretty much ever.
You two met in college, first sharing a calculus class together and occasionally studying together. Your friendship was budding—he was someone you could count on and never had to second guess. Spending more time together, you naturally grew closer, eventually reaching a point that when Vernon mentioned moving out of his shitty studio, you two immediately decided to find a place together.
Fresh out of college, it was the best decision in all ways possible—money was not nearly as big of a burden as before, and it was fun having a friend to talk to whenever you wanted in the vicinity of your own home.
It’s been an enjoyable eight months since you two started renting out this place together, and this evening, you’re in the kitchen cooking some brownies with an old package of brownie mix you found shoved in the back of one of your cupboards. You’re making a bit of a mess, but you can only hope that Vernon doesn’t mind too much—you will clean it, after all.
You’re in the midst of pondering about how long it’ll take you to clean up the little (big) splatter of flour you dropped on the ground when there’s a buzzing that comes from your phone. You huff, looking down at your fingers that are coated in oil and brownie batter. Setting down the bowl you were mixing, you then go to wash your hands as the buzzing dies out. After wiping down any moisture left on your skin, you pick up the phone to see a missed call from Vernon.
Did he forget something? you wonder, pressing the call back button and holding your phone up to your ear. You hear him pick up the line almost immediately, curious to know why he called you. “Hey,” you say casually when you know he can hear you. “Everything good?”
There are a few voices in the background that you hear, and you recall how he told you this morning he’d be hanging out with his friends. “Yeah, yeah, everything’s great. Look, I was wondering if it would be okay with you if my friends came over to our place? I would’ve asked earlier but I didn’t think we would be hanging out more and…well you get it,” Vernon sighs.
Your lips make a little ‘o’ shape, nodding to yourself as if Vernon could see you right now. “Yeah of course they can come over!” you tell him.
“Are you sure?” he clarifies, and you smile at the sincerity. “It’s just—I mean like they’re probably going to stay a while?” It comes out as a question and you laugh. “Don’t laugh at me,” Vernon grumbles, “I’m just making sure because they’re probably going to stay late in the night and there’s a lot of them.”
“Yes Vernon, I know there’s a lot of them—twelve to be exact,” you retort. “Yes, I’m okay with it, it’s not like I do anything these days anyways. I’ll be fine,” you tell him honestly.
“Okay, thank you so much,” he replies, relieved. “We’ll be there in like ten minutes.”
“Ten?!” you shrieked, quickly taking in the giant mess you made around you, baffled when you think about how you’re going to clean this up.
“Yes, sorry,” Vernon murmurs. “These guys change their minds so much and—ugh—you get it. We’re already close to the apartment complex so we’re just going to come up. Is there a problem?”
You hum, looking around you. “I might’ve made a bit of a mess in the kitchen, but…but I’ll figure it out.”
Vernon laughs. “I doubt they’ll care—most of them are dogs.” You giggle at the muffled protests heard in the background before he continues. “Anyways, thank you, I owe you one. See you in five.”
Your phone beeps when he hangs up and you stand by yourself in the middle of the kitchen. “Five?” you whisper to yourself, “Fuck! He said ten! But now five? Fuck!”
You whip your head around to look at the kitchen, grimacing as you’re dawned with the realization that there is no way you’re going to clean this up before they come. It takes you around 5 seconds to debate your options, finally deciding to just give up on trying to clean up and focus on finishing the batter and getting the pan in the oven.
You set your phone back down on the counter, picking up the batter bowl and giving it a few more stirs to rid it of any clumps before spreading it all out on a pan. It takes you a few moments to find the mittens and stick it in the preheated oven, a wave of relief washing over you when you’re done.
That’s one thing out of the way…I guess , you think to yourself, letting your hair down from the tight up-do you had it in earlier. Looking down at your black t-shirt and yoga pants, you take a few moments to try and dust off whatever flour rubbed off on the cloth. Of course, many stains still remain, but you figured this was better than nothing.
You’re about to grab a broom to clean up the floor when you hear a knock at the door. Sighing in defeat, you wash your hands once before heading to the door. You’re placing your hand on the door knob before you hear some clicking, hesitating to open once you realize it’s Vernon on the other end unlocking it himself. You step back from the doorway as the door is pushed slightly ajar, allowing you to poke your head through the small gap.
You’re met with the sight of multiple guys crowding around the door, a slightly frantic and honestly exhausted-looking Vernon leading the group. “Hey,” he greets as you step back once more, pulling the door open fully.
“That was less than five minutes!” you exclaim, trying your best to ignore the gazes of the unfamiliar faces behind Vernon. You’ve seen pictures of them before on Vernon’s social media and stuff but you don’t really know them at all—you’re only aware of bits and pieces from the stories he tells you occasionally.
“I’m sorry!” he puts his hands up in surrender, stepping through the doorway as you back into the kitchen that remained in the chaotic state you left it in.
“I didn’t have time to clean!” you whine, frantically waving your hand at the kitchen, allowing Vernon to take in the scene.
“Hey, hey, hey,” a new voice pops in and you see a hand snake it’s way around Vernon’s shoulders. A man with blonde hair and a chiseled face looks at you sympathetically. “It’s not Vernon’s fault,” he tells you calmly. “You can blame it on us for changing plans quickly. Don’t worry, Vernon feels bad about it, he told us.”
You sigh, a small pout making its way onto your face. “Fine,” you huff as the rest of the boys fill the large room that contains the kitchen and living room. You aren’t sure what to do now, watching them all shuffle around, taking off their shoes and attempting (key word: attempting ) to organize them in front of the doorway. You hadn’t really thought this far ahead—should you go to your room now? Would it be awkward to just hang around here while they’re in the living room (your kitchen and living room are basically one large room, so there’s no real way to avoid them)?
You’re glad Vernon picks up on your uncertainty. He turns to his friends, speaking up and saying your name, which catches you by surprise. “My roommate,” he clarifies, as they all look at you. You smile awkwardly, giving a small wave before averting your gaze. Vernon then turns around, pointing at the couch across the room, “Now can one of you set up the Mario Kart?”
The rest of the boys nod, beginning to break out into small conversations by themselves as they all make their way to lounge in the connected room, finally giving you a bit of space to breathe (not that they were making you uncomfortable or anything—you’re just a little shy).
“I’m sorry again,” Vernon tells you, and you can hear the genuinity in his voice. “What were you making, by the way?” he asks curiously, peering over at the mess.
“It’s okay! And I was making brownies—I found some old box mixes in the back of the cupboard and I figured I should make them before they expire,” you explain, looking over at his friends who have now settled in the living room comfortably. “Do your friends want some? I’ve made a big enough batch for everyone, I’m sure,” you tell him.
“Are you sure?”
“Vernon can you stop asking me if I’m sure,” you complain loudly, running a hand over your face. You hear a snicker come from the other side of a room, catching sight of one of Vernon’s friends seated on ground, a playful smirk on his face upon hearing your conversation. You feel your ears burn, quickly turning back to Vernon. “Yes, I just made them for fun. It’s better to share with them than have us eat all of it,” you chuckle, picking up a dustpan from the corner of the kitchen to begin cleaning up.
“Okay fine,” Vernon murmurs. “Thank you a lot,” he concludes, finally turning and joining friends on the couch. You begin your work to clean up the flour you dropped on the ground, getting lost in your own little world after slipping in your airpods, tuning out the noises of rowdy men and Mario Kart sound effects.
You’re practically done with cleaning the kitchen when you hear your timer go off, nearly skipping to the oven to turn it off and pull out the pan of brownies you’ve been putting so much effort into. The aroma floats through the room, and you catch the glances of a few of Vernon’s friends who peek over, trying to get a look at whatever you’ve come up with.
You smile to yourself, placing the pan on the counter before pulling out a knife to make nice, even pieces. It takes you a few moments, but once you’re done, you look down at them happily. Slipping on your mittens, you carry the tray over to the living room, a small, upwards curve pulling at your lips.
The boy you remember from earlier—the one who laughed at your reaction to Vernon—notices you first, and you can’t help but wonder how you didn;t recognize him from any pictures because holy hell he’s pretty. His eyes are looking at you through heavy eyelashes and there’s a coy smile tugging at his lips—he’s charming .
It takes you a good five seconds to realize you’re staring at him and another five to realize he’s caught you in the act. You whip your head away, looking at the rest of the boys, some of which who are intently focused on the game on the screen, others of which who are indifferent.
“Um, I made some brownies, if you guys want,” you tell them all, clearing your throat. “They’re fresh, so they’re a little hot, but you can wait for them to cool down.” You set down the pan on the table as the rest of them quiet down, some immediately spewing out words of gratitude.
“Aren’t you going to have any?” one of them asks, and you recognize him as the tallest. Mingyu? You recall some stories about him.
You shrug. “I kind of just made it because we had the boxes left…I think it’d be better if you guys shared it.”
Another boy with glasses sitting on the armchair speaks up. “You can eat it with us—our way of saying thanks,” he encourages. You throw out a close lipped smile, glancing at Vernon as if to ask if this was all just a show of politeness or an actual offer. He offers the slightest nod, and your once tight smile is let loose. You nod your head cheerfully, looking around you to find a spot to sit.
Noticing your confusion, the boy with the blonde hair and sharp face from earlier points to your right. “Sit next to Minghao, I’m sure there’s room there.”
You look down, met with the gaze of him , trying your best to hide your twinge of excitement as you silently shuffle over and sit down at the edge of the rug. Minghao . You like that name, you say to yourself in your head before shaking your head lightly—what are you thinking? You can’t be crushing on a guy you just laid your eyes on!
Inhaling sharply, you turn your head to the screen, grateful to see everyone else’s attention has also averted to the heated one-on-one match between the glasses guy from earlier (you now have learned his name is Wonwoo) and Mingyu.
They’re a loud bunch, but you can’t find it in you to mind—watching them all get along so well, so freely, is liberating in itself. You feel relaxed in a way you didn’t know you could be.
As content as you feel right now though, there’s an anxious thought buzzing at the back of your mind, and no matter how desperately you try to push it back, it keeps crawling its way up, especially when you feel your thigh brush Minghao’s .
Stop it , you chide yourself. Stop it! A little more harshly. Stop thinking about him!
“Hey…” the first time he says it, the words don’t quite reach your ears. “Hey,” he says again, nudging your thigh with his knee, increasing the minimal physical contact you two already had. You’re snapping out of your daze in an instant, whipping your head up to look at him . “You good?” he asks, and while you can tell he’s being sincere, there’s an almost playful smirk gracing his lips.
“Huh…oh, yeah,” you murmur, bashful that he caught you lost in your own head, thinking about him. “Just zoned out for a second,” you explain with an awkward laugh, pulling your legs into your chest and resting your chin on your knees.
“I could tell,” Minghao replies, and you can’t help but gaze at how cool he is as he reaches toward the coffee table, cutting himself a piece of the brownie. You watch him carefully as he takes a bite—you’re honestly just admiring his face, but you think you can brush off your shameless ogling as looking to see if he likes the brownie. He catches you staring, and you’re unsure of what he thinks of it, opening his mouth to talk again once he’s swallowed it. “It’s good,” he tells you, and you smile.
“I’m glad…it would have been kind of embarrassing if it wasn’t.”
“Don’t worry—chocolate isn’t even really my thing but I like it,” Minghao compliments, and you can’t tell if he’s being genuine or faux out of sincerity. Your grin brightens nevertheless as you sink back into the front of the sofa behind you, averting your gaze to the screen once again.
You’re feeling a little shy, of course, and the silence that now sits between you and Minghao isn’t uncomfortable or awkward, rather it’s…heart-warming. Your smile doesn’t leave your face as the room is full of cries and laughter and taunts as the results of the first round are revealed.
You sit in an amused silence, watching them for around another twenty minutes and even getting to play once (albeit your minimal effort—Mario Kart always gives you a headache anyways), before quietly standing up as the boys are cheering over Wonwoo winning yet another match. Minghao looks at you as you raise yourself above him, and your stomach churns at the way he raised a brow.
“Leaving already?”
You shrug casually. “I think it’s about time I get to doing my own stuff,” you explain, throwing out a small smile before retreating to your room before Minghao—or anyone else—can notice or say anything. You’re grateful Minghao didn’t make a scene about you leaving—it’s not that you don’t like the boys (far from it), but you’ve been tired the whole day and were looking forward to a nice nap.
Settling into your bed after shutting your blinds, you pull the covers up to your chin shooting a quick text to Vernon to make sure he wakes you up for dinner if you didn’t wake yourself up in time. You shut your eyes tight, doing your best to ignore the tight feeling that settles at the bottom of your stomach.
The second you identify the feeling, you squeeze your eyes closed tighter. Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! Your words don’t aid you, of course, because all you’re thinking about his stupid fucking Minghao and his stupidly hot face and his stupidly cute smirk and the stupidly handsome way he looks at you and— oh my god you need to turn your brain off right now.
You settle on not breathing, trying to pretend you’re dead, in hopes it’ll lull you to sleep. Of course, the effect is the opposite of your intentions—the lack of oxygen only reminds you of the way Minghao took your breath away when you first noticed him.
You huff to yourself, rolling your body over so your face is pressed into the pillow as you quietly curse to yourself. “God, I’m so fucked,” you whine, childishly pounding your fists against the plush of your mattress.
You’re being immature, you know you are—like a child throwing a tantrum—but who can blame you? He’s just so pretty and that smile of his is so endearing and you can’t help but find yourself so falling for him.
It’s a miracle that you fall asleep at all, let alone so quickly. You figure the exhaustion from the past week has finally caught up to you, even with the onslaught of attraction that came your way after seeing Minghao.
When you wake up, it’s much darker. The sun hasn’t fully set yet, but the sky is painted a deep red which is bound to morph to purple within a few more moments before finally sinking into nighttime. You glance around and you realize that the only thing besides the outside light that’s illuminating your room is your bed lamp that you forgot to turn off.
You rub your eyes a few times, still in a bit of a groggy, drowsy daze, before remembering what woke you up in the first place—the knock on your door. “Hello?” you croak out, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth at the mangles sound that leaves your mouth. It’s quiet for a moment and you’re able to identify the faint voices in the rest of the apartment as Vernon’s friends.
Your mind is suddenly racing through the possibility of who could’ve knocked on your door and— oh my god! What if it’s Minghao?! What if he heard y—
You hear your name being called out softly and your speeding train of thought falters. It’s Vernon. Thank fucking god. “You up?” he says through the door and you pull the covers off of you to meet him at the door. Poking your head through the crack as you open it slightly, you squint immediately at the intrusion of light to your unadjusted eyes.
“Good morning,” you joke, stepping back to let him in. “Thanks for waking me up…jeez, I was knocked out,” you murmur to yourself, rubbing a hand over your face as you walk to your dresser to find yourself a comb. “What time is it?”
“It’s like six…the guys were worried that they were being too loud when I told them you were sleeping,” Vernon muses, pulling up his phone to scroll through something. “But I was like nah she sleeps through everything—and I was right,” he says with a laugh as you roll your eyes, trying to make yourself more presentable as you pull your hair back into a low do.
“Whatever…did you guys have fun? I’m assuming so since they’re still here…”
“Yeah, we’re ordering dinner right now. I told you they were gonna stay for a while. That’s why I woke you up too: I was gonna ask if there was anything specific you wanted—if you wanna eat with us of course,” he explains, holding up his phone to display the food delivery app he had opened earlier.
“Would that be okay? If I had dinner with you all?”
“Yeah of course, no one would mind,” Vernon assures you as you look at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair, narrowing your eyes at your roommate.
“You sure?”
“Okay now you need to stop asking me if I’m sure,” Vernon huffs with a roll of his eyes followed by your laughter.
“Okay okay, fine,” you reply. “Give me like two minutes I’ll come out and we can decide something with everyone,” you say, ushering Vernon out. He puts his hands up in surrender, turning around to join his friends in the other room. After he leaves, you debate with yourself whether or not you should change or join the rest with your pajama pants and loose fit t-shirt.
Overcome with the still lingering drowsiness from your nap, you choose comfort, and decide to just throw on a loose cardigan over whatever you’re wearing now before stepping out of the room. A yawn escapes your lips as you enter the living room, catching sight of all the boys lounging around—some are seated on top of the kitchen island, legs hanging over the edge, while others are laying down on the couch with their feet kicked up, the rest with their legs folded on the ground.
You try not to stare at Minghao too much when he enters your line of vision, but the task is becoming impossibly harder the longer you look: he’s laid back on the couch, feet resting on a blonde boy—Jun, you think is his name’s—lap, and you don’t miss the way his arms are crossed behind the back of his head, shirt lifting up just enough to reveal a little bit of the skin that dons his torso.
You begrudgingly peel your eyes away from the marvelous sight when you hear someone call your name, heads turning to you once they realize you’ve finally joined them.
“About time,” the boy with sharp features from earlier—Jeonghan—says as a greeting, waving you over as he stands next to Vernon. “Come on, help us decide what to order.”
“D’you sleep well?” another asks, and you turn your head to see who’s speaking as you approach Jeonghan. You recognize the boy now as Seungkwan, and you smile while nodding. “I swear me and Chan thought you were dead!” he exclaims jokingly as you furrow your eyebrows.
The boy next to him shoots Seungkwan a death stare before speaking up, much to your amusement. “What Seungkwan means is,” Chan begins with a huff, “we were playing a game and Mingyu lost and he yelled and we were scared we woke you up but nothing happened!”
“I told you, she sleeps through everything,” you hear Vernon mumble from behind you, not missing the joking look that’s toying with his face. You roll your eyes and hit his shoulder, loud enough for everyone to hear and cause them to laugh, smiling internally at the reaction you were able to elicit.
“That’s not true!” you whine, looking over his shoulder to see what restaurants they were choosing from.
“Joking, joking,” Vernon mumbles, turning his phone so you could see better. “We’re choosing between Mexican and Thai. You can choose which, since we’re all pretty evenly split.”
You hum for a second, thinking about which you’re craving more, finally settling on, “Thai!”
There are some cheers that erupt behind you, and your face heats up right away when you turn around to see some of them (Minghao in particular) with cheerful smiles and fists of victory in the air. “Thai it is!” Vernon announces. “Tell me what you guys want,” he says before looking at you. “The usual?” you nod with a grin, backing away as he places the order while the others call out the array of dishes you want, making your way to the seating area to sit down by one of the sofas (totally not because that’s where Minghao was sitting).
As you settle down onto the ground, Minghao speaks up. “Do you want to sit here?” he asks, sitting up from his horizontal position, pulling his legs back to make space between him and Jun on the couch. Your eyes shoot up, darting between Minghao’s deep brown eyes and the space on the couch.
“Are you sure? You can lay down if you w—”
“Nonsense,” Jun says with a chuckle, and you can’t even comprehend what’s going on until you feel Minghao’s cool fingers wrap around your wrist, tugging you up slightly as a direct invitation to take up the spot next to him. God his skin is so soft and his touch is demanding yet so gentle and it’s just enough to get the butterflies that you thought died off to be resurrected once more. “Our way of thanks for choosing Thai,” Jun tells you.
“Yeah,” Minghao agrees, and you try your best to focus on what he’s saying even if it’s impossibly hard with the way his body is pressed up right against you. He leans back as if to stretch his body, arms reaching back behind the couch and settling in the space behind you,
God, you feel like you could die on the spot—it’s not like he’s got an arm wrapped around you or anything so why does this feel so intimate? You can only hope and pray that he doesn’t feel the immense heat radiating off of you as you adjust yourself to sit more comfortably on the couch. In hopes to diffuse the tension that you’re kind of sure you’re the only one feeling, you speak up. “Do you guys want to watch something? A show? A movie?” you suggest reaching forward to pick up the TV remote from the coffee table.
“I’m down,” Wonwoo says with a shrug.
“Oh yeah!” Seungcheol speaks up, “I’ve been wanting to rewatch Batman for a while!”
“Batman then?” you, looking around at everyone as you click the remote to pull it up after you see the nods of their heads. You put on the movie, sinking back into the couch as you do your best to focus on the screen in front of you, and not the faint touch of Minghao’s arm to the back of your neck.
You’re successful for a bit, thankfully, but your peace of mind hardly lasts when the food comes in and everyone settles on the ground to eat—your and Vernon’s rule that there’s no eating curry on the couch. You, Minghao, and Jun slip from your spots on the couch and sit on the ground where your feet lay just a few moments ago, and suddenly you’re hyper aware of the little space you three are squished up against.
It’s a miracle, you think, if Minghao doesn’t notice the way your skin burns against his as his thigh is pressing right up against yours. This touch is different from the one in the afternoon—that one was…light…innocent. This one…this one’s different—it has you burning and yet shivers run down your spine. If you were a little bit more in your senses, maybe—just maybe—you would notice the tight lipped smile that tugs at Minghao’s li ps as well.
Oh my! Now the crush begins.
II. COME TO ME
That night, after the movie, the food, and some beer, the twelve boys shuffle out of the house at around eleven, murmuring soft and tired “thank yous” and “goodbyes.” You can’t deny that you’ve been…a little stiff the entire evening. Sitting next to Minghao for a good 2 hours wore you out—it was a constant battle between your moral consciousness and your…budding feelings.
Stop looking at him! You’d say one moment, but then, god—oh my god his hands! No! Stop! He’s so close to me —stop acting like you’re in middle school! But his smile is just so pretty, god he lights up the room , but wait, stop being so cliche!
Naturally, you're convinced you’ve gone insane. Once the boys left, you and Vernon are left in the comfort of each other’s silence before beginning to make small conversation as you guys begin to clean up (the others honestly didn’t leave that much of a mess, you were just a bit of a clean freak).
“Your friends are fun,” you tell him quietly as you throw out the food containers that you finished earlier. Vernon looks up at you with a small smile, and you can tell that he’s been anxious about you not enjoying your time.
“That’s good, I’m glad.”
“Why haven’t you brought them over before?” you ask curiously, pondering about how there might have been a chance you could have laid your eyes on Minghao ages earlier. “Aren’t they like your best friends?”
Vernon shrugs. “Well yeah, they are, but there’s a lot of them, like you saw. I didn’t know if you’d be okay with that, today just happened to be a day where it was hard for me to say no to them.” You laugh heartily at that—the image of Vernon being persuaded by twelve guys looking at him with puppy eyes. “I really am glad you liked them though. If it’s okay I’d like to have them over more,” he puts out tentatively.
Of course, you perk up at that—maybe a little too noticeably. “I’d love that!” you say excitedly, before shrinking back down at how eager you sound. “I mean like, of course I won’t barge on your time with them but they’re really fun to be around and I’d like to see them more often,” you explain, placing your hands on the counter now that you’re done cleaning all the dishes. Vernon seems to catch onto something and you want to die from embarrassment with the way he’s raising a brow at you.
But if he does notice anything, he doesn’t say it, instead choosing to shrug again and trudge away from the kitchen. “That’s great. Can I have them over next Saturday?”
You blink once then blink twice. “Of course,” you reply without a second of hesitation.
Saturday can't come soon enough. With your own work to do, you find your mind drifting constantly to the face of a pretty man who you can't seem to stop thinking about. You need to scold yourself every single time you realize you're daydreaming—god no, more like fantasizing—about a man who you've not only seen only once, but is one of your roommate's best friends.
Daunting as it is, you're finding this whole situation quite...fun. You can't remember the last time you've felt something so pure and rejuvenating as this crush—gosh, you feel childish for calling it that but what else can it be? Your heart palpates when you think about him, your eyes ache to see his beautiful face again, and holy hell you don't even want to get started on the raw goosebumps you get when reimagining the moment where his skin brushed up against yours.
It's Friday night now, and your stomach swims with anticipation of what tomorrow will hold. You're sitting on the couch in your living room when Vernon comes home from the gym, dropping a bag of food on the kitchen counter. "Hey, I was at the gym with Mingyu and he got me some leftovers that his mom made," he tells you as you look up at him.
"Oh sweet," you say, relieved you won't have to go through the effort of figuring out what to make for dinner. "Your friends are coming over tomorrow, right?" you ask, feigning nonchalance—fucking acting like tomorrow hasn't been the only thing on your mind for the past one week.
"Yeah, they're gonna come up pretty early actually. I was gonna ask you actually, if you wanted to come with us since we're planning on going to the beach later. It's gonna be pretty hot and we haven't gone down in a while," he explains, beginning to open the bag of food as you get up and join him, trying to ignore the endless thoughts that run through your mind.
"The beach? Of course I'd want to come—wait, would that be okay with them? I wouldn't wanna intrude in on your day."
Vernon shakes his head with a chuckle. "Oh my god can you stop?" he says jokingly, "they were the one's who suggested, actually. Not that I don't want you to come either—I do—I just want you to know that they enjoyed you being there last week just as much as you did."
"Really? Who suggested it?" You hope you aren't coming off as too curious—Vernon is perceptive, and you'd be a fool to think he couldn't figure out exactly why you're so insistent on figuring out who asked for you to be there.
He seems preoccupied though, taking the food out of the containers, much to your relief. "Uhh, it was Minghao I think. But like everyone agreed after that, Jeonghan even said he'd pay for your ice cream if you came."
You're convinced the universe is bullshitting you right now. Minghao? Your Minghao? Asked if you could join them? At the beach?
You might just pass out.
Naturally, Vernon looks at you funny. "Are you good? You look like you've just seen a ghost."
You shake your head nervously with a smile, turning back to grab a piece of fried chicken he pulled out. "No no, I was just thinking about if I even have any swim suits—I think I threw them out last summer because of Jungho," you murmur, and while it's not the full truth about what you were just thinking about, it is something that's on your mind. Vernon looks at you with a frown.
"You threw them out because of Jungho?" he asks sadly. "Fucking hell, I forgot how crazy he was," he murmurs, looking down to take his own bite of the food. You shrug solemnly, finding yourself in a mood a bit more down than you'd like.
"Weird times," you reply simply. "Think I could just go to the beach in like some shorts and a shirt? It's just water after all."
"Yeah that should be fine. We'd be leaving before noon so I don't think you'd have the time to buy new ones anyways," Vernon agrees, pushing himself off the counter.
You nod with a smile, ignoring the small pang of sadness you felt just moments ago. "Sounds good."
You're a heavy sleeper—you always have been—and given that it's a Saturday, it's no question that you're bound to sleep until Vernon is banging your door to make sure you aren't dead. Seriously. Saturday morning, despite your excitement, kicks off with a groggy start. You're rolling around in bed, ming hazy as you aimlessly try and figure out what time it is and what exactly woke you up since you know you don't set alarms for weekends. It takes a few seconds for the knocking on your door to register in your brain.
You blink once and rub your eyes, squinting so that they can adjust to the light as you peer at the clock, realizing that—shit, oh shit, it's almost 11. Didn't Vernon say that his friends were going to be here in the morning?! And that they were gonna leave before noon?! Shit!
You're scrambling out of bed, digging through your drawer as you call out a meek, "I'n up!" to whoever's knocking on your door, throwing on the only swim suit that you—thankfully—found tucked away in your closet the night before, covering it up with some shorts and a loose top that you picked earlier as well. You're quickly faced with realization that you still look like you just rolled out of bed which, to be fair, you had. That doesn't stop you from frantically brushing through your hair, trying to put it into a simple braid before finally feeling ready to open the door.
You're expecting to see Vernon, in all honesty, since that's how it went the last time they were all over. The man standing in front of your door is, in fact, definitely not Vernon. No, the man in front of your door is Xu fucking Minghao, and you think you're absolutely fucked by the way your knees go week.
"Hi, sorry, I hope I didn't rush you," he greets politely, stepping back, allowing you to take a good look at him. He's wearing a white sleeveless shirt that hugs hugs his body tightly, followed by a blue hawaiian shirt that sits loosely on his upper half. His lower half is adorned by simple swim trunks, and you do your very, very best to not stare at his calf muscles.
"I, uh..." your voice trails off, in a haze from how attractive he is as well from your fading drowsiness. You rub your eyes once under your glasses before responding. "It's okay, I don't know why I didn't get up earlier," you huff to yourself, looking down, "I thought I would."
"Don't worry about it," Minghao murmurs, and he brings a hand up to your head on top of your hair to ruffle it a bit. You might just scream. "It's good that you slept," he continues, walking back to the living room as you follow him. "We thought you'd wake up from how loud we were," he says with a chuckle as you enter the room with everyone else in it as they turn to you.
"Yeah," Seokmin agrees through a mouth full of muffin, Joshua lightly hitting his shoulder and chiding him for talking with his mouth full.
"She's awake!" Jeonghan cheers playfully.
"i know Vernon said you'd sleep through anything," Chan begins to admit, "but literally do not understand how you didn't wake up until now. I swear, there was a moment where Soonyoung was just screaming at the top of his lungs and we were all wondering if that was gonna get you to come out but Vernon didn't even bother to check."
Your face burns at the comment, but there's a warm sort of feeling that bubbles up in you when they all laugh—it's not a mean laugh, no, it's friendly and it's kind, and it's making you feel welcome.
"You guys just don't listen to me," Vernon huffs, tossing you an orange from the kitchen. "We're going to head out in like five minutes," he tells you. "We need to figure out the car situation because I think Wont's car and Joshua's can only five each and mine can hold four."
The next few minutes are spent trying to figure out who's going to go in which car, everyone deciding that Seungcheol, Seokmin, Chan, and Jun would be going in Wonwoo's, Jeonghan, Jihoon, Soonyoung, and Minghao would be going in Joshua's, and Mingyu, Seungkwan, and you would be going in Vernon's. You won't and say that you aren't a teensy bit disappointed that you don't get to sit with Minghao, but the beach is only a twenty minute's drive away anyways, and you feel this is also a chance to get to know Vernon's other friends better too.
The car ride is fun, and you enjoy Seungkwan's cheeky remarks to everything, laughing along to pretty much everything he says, as well as Mingyu's oddly calm hyperness...? You aren't sure how to explain it but there's a constantly endearing and jumpy aura radiating from the tall boy, yet he seems quite tame for the most part. Nevertheless, you're entertained and excited to spend more time with them as Vernon parks the car on the beach, pulling out his phone so he can figure out where the other's are.
"Ah" you murmur, as the fourteen of you are grouped up finally, making your way into the hot sand and towards the water. "This is like the perfect weather for the beach," you say, wiggling out of your slippers so you can walk on the sand with your bare feet. Seungkwan is standing next to you as you both trail behind the rest of the crowd a little, the both of you immersed in the warm feeling of sand between your toes.
"I love the beach," he says, throwing his head back to look up at the bright side. "I'm from a beach town, so when I found out that the beach—and all my friends—were here, I just had to move here too, you know?"
"The beach is nice, but I won't lie, it always makes me so exhausted after I spend a day out here," you admit, dragging your feet across the sand, basking in the hot feeling it brings. "Who knows, I'll probably go home and sleep so hard tonight that even Vernon might think I'm dead," you joke, causing Seungkwan to chuckle.
You two continue to talk about the beach and Seungkwan's home town as your group nears the water, everyone beginning to set up their towels and the picnic blankets you bought. Everyone helps out, and before you know it, Mingyu, Jeonghan, Seungcheol, Seokmin, and Seungkwan are ripping off their shirts and running towards the water. You watch them with amusement, standing up to shimmy out of your shorts and shirt.
Vernon looks at you, speaking, "You were able to get a swim suit?" he asks, confused considering your conversation with him last night. You smile somewhat sadly, and Minghao, sitting next to Vernon, can't help but notice.
"Uh, not really," you mumble, looking down at your black bikini. "I think Jungho just never knew about this one so I didn't get rid of it, and it was just shoved in the back of my closet or something. Anyways, I'm burning and I really want to get into the water," you conclude, turning around without giving Vernon a chance to respond.
As you run off into the water, Minghao turns and looks at Vernon him. "Who's Jungho?" he asks, shameless about his curiosity.
Vernon frowns as soon as he hears the name, and Minghao wonders just what kind of person this Jungho guy might be. "Just some ex. A really shitty one," Vernon murmurs, looking out at the sun. Minghao feels something uneasy churn inside of him. He gives Vernon that look, which tells him he wants to know more. "Like he just sucked. Didn't treat her right and shit. I didn't like him at all. None of her friends did. He tried to get her to throw out all of her swim suits and stuff because he didn't trust her at the beach or some bullshit like that."
"Goddamn," Minghao hisses, leaning back on his hands as he watches you play in the water. You looked like you were having so much fun—you were so at ease. He wants to chide himself for looking at the way your skin glistens in the sun, your bikini hugging your body in all the right places and in all the right ways. He knows he shouldn't be thinking about you like this, especially when he's only just met you a week ago, but that isn't to say he hasn't missed your quick glances. The way your eyes dart towards him, his body, his eyes, his lips, and quickly jump away when you realize he's caught you.
You feel the same way, he's sure of it. Minghao knows you feel the same tingles, the same sparks, the same rush of pure happiness when you see each other.
His thoughts are interrupted by Joshua speaking. "He made her throw out her swim suits?" he exclaims incredulously. "Insecure much," he mutters under his breath, and Minghao laughs along with that. "Good thing he's just her ex now—that sounds horrendous."
"Agreed," Minghao replies while Vernon nods, standing up to pull off his hawaiian shirt and top. "I'm gonna go into the water," he tells the rest of his friends before jogging lightly, following in your faint footsteps.
You're feet hit the water, and you stop in your tracks as you take a few moments to get used to the temperature change. You're looking up to see Seungkwan and Jeonghan waving you over to around twenty feet further into the water, but you call out to them to tell them to wait a second as you just melt in the feeling of the water against your toes. You stand there for a few moments before you hear a familiar voice coming up from behind you.
Oh. My. God.
You don't even want to turn around because you're scared of your reaction to seeing him shirtless—god, you aren't even sure if you'll be able to contain yourself! You think if you pass out, you'll just have to blame it on the heat, but still, how are you going to be—
"Hey," Minghao says cooly, stepping next to you in the water and holy crap, he's toned and he's practically glowing in the sunlight, the shadows hugging every peak and curve of his chest, his arms, his hands, his collarbone, his v-line—oh my god you need to stop. Practically ripping your eyes away from the wondrous view that is Minghao's body, you're forcing yourself to look up at his eyes (not that it's any less of a view—his eyes sparkle just as much as he does).
"H-hi." Did you just stutter? No fucking way you just stuttered. You think you might have to drown yourself right now. "I thought you were going to stay around with the others a bit longer," you say sheepishly. Minghao smirks at you, and he thinks now is his chance to try and fluster you up a bit more.
"Well I can't just let a pretty girl go into the ocean by herself, now can I?" he replies smoothly, taking a few steps in front of and waving you to follow him, and you would only if you hadn't just stopped breathing. How could he say that so casually!? How could he—wait. Wait! He just called you a pretty girl. He thinks you're pretty. Xu fucking Minghao finds you pretty, and he's saying it to your fucking face. You actually might die right now.
You can't even formulate a response, just tearing your gaze away from him and smiling shamelessly at the ground as you follow behind him slowly. Mission accomplished, Minghao thinks to himself, and something inside of him goes batshit crazy by seeing you so smiley and undone.
"W-whatever," you finally say as the water near to your hips as you two start nearing the others guys who are currently splashing each other with water. Minghao watches them, and get an idea, playfully splashing some water your way. You jump back quickly, eyes widening before you gasp. "You did not!" You quickly splash water back, but Minghao seems to see it coming and he moves out of the way. "Get back here!" you yell, running after him as he nears Mingyu, hiding behind the larger boy. With your eyebrows, you pay no mind to this, continuing to splash water everywhere, hoping that at least some of it will get on Minghao.
Mingyu puts his hands up, eyes scrunched up as he tries to block the water that's inevitably going his way. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Not me! Not me!" he cries out as the others laigh.
"Get Minghao!" you call out to the other boys who catch on quickly, joining you on your rampage against Minghao. Eventually there's just so much water splashing everywhere that within minutes you're all spent, gasping for air as you all try to rub the water away from your eyes. Once your vision is no longer blurry, you blink hard a few last times before turning your vision towards Minghao again and holy hell, you didn't think he could look any hotter than he did sitting in the sun but wow. His hair is wet and hanging low on his forehead but it's so messy and so hot and all you can think about is running your fingers through those locks yourself and making a mess in your own little way and—okay stop, you can't be thinking about this, especially not in public.
It takes a moment for you to fully calm yourself down before you're laughing with the other guys as they start to play a new game. You try to ignore the butterflies you get whenever you near Minghao, but it's a painfully hard task. You grow to accept the feeling as the minutes go on, simply existing alongside the bubbly feeling instead of pushing it down.
The next hour is spent in and out of the water, everyone else eventually joining those of you in the water, and you find that time is passing faster than you can even think. Time with them is fun, it's carefree, it's liberating, it's refreshing. Once you're all too tired and too spent, you're trudging back to the little spot you all have set up as everyone begins to pull out the food they packed. As you snack on your lunch, the fourteen of you sit in a circle and talk about the plans for the rest of the day.
"Let's play beach volleyball," Wonwoo suggests after everyone's finished eating, and it's no doubt that everyone else pretty much agrees immediately.
"Yeah, I saw a court in that direction, and I'm sure we'd be able to find a ball," Jihoon adds on as everyone stands up.
"I think i'll stay behind," you tell them all, leaning back on your hand as you fan your face with the other. "I'm kind of tired and I think I just need to sit down for a bit," you explain.
"That's okay, but you sure you won't be lonely," Vernon clarifies as he stands up.
You shake your head, but right before you're going to respond, Minghao speaks up. "Don't worry about her, I'll stay behind too." God, someone save you—your poor heart can't take much more of this.
"Oh okay, great!" Joshua says happily, the others standing up as well to go follow Jihoon to the volleyball court. "Catch you later!" You and Minghao wave at the rest as the drift off into the distance before being left in the silence that sits between you.
Minghao speaks first. "It's nice that you came, it's refreshing to have someone new, especially if they're like you."
You raise a brow at him, turning your body so that you're completely facing him, legs crossed as you lean forward. "Like me? What does that mean?"
Minghao gives you a sly smile, like he was expecting this. "Fun. Easy-going." He pauses. "Pretty."
"Is this your way of flirting or do you just enjoy being very direct about what you're thinking."
He laughs at that, throwing his head back. "Nice one. Those two are actually the same thing for me, so take that as you see it," he says with a shrug. You're face is on fire, and you're sure he can tell by now. Minghao catches on and he leans forward. "Is it working?"
"Maybe it is," you murmur nonchalantly.
"I think it definitely is," he shoots back with yet another smirk. God, you can't do this anymore. He's just so close to you and you don't know if it's because it's hot or if you're flustered or whatever but you're burning and not thinking straight and before you know it you're leaning in so close that you can feel Minghao's soft breath on your lips, stopping right before you two can connect.
It's the silent words now: kiss me, kiss me Minghao, and you almost think that this is true love when he leans in immediately after, heeding your silent requests.
Minghao's lips are plump and soft and taste slightly salty from the remains of the ocean water, in contrast to the sweet way he's got one hand cupping your chin. His thumb strokes at your skin and the touch is so light that you think you might go insane, gripping onto one of his biceps as you try to ground yourself in reality—in this moment, that you're scared might almost just be a figment of your imagination.
News-flash, it's not. In fact, this moment is very much real, very much happening, and very much one of the closest things to heaven you've experienced.
When you pull away, his hand is still on your chin and yours still rests on his arm. "I won't lie," you whisper, "I've been thinking about doing that all week."
"Me too," Minghao admits almost immediately, the revelation sending both shock and relief coursing through your veins. You let go of his arm, finally, and he drops his hold too, but you scoot closer to him so you're not sitting side by side as you face the ocean. "We shouldn't do anything else right now," he says quietly, and you know he doesn't have to say to know what you're both thinking. "I don't think you'd want the others seeing anything."
"You're right," you say with a nod, but you still interlace his fingers that are next to you with yours on the ground. Minghao squeezes your fingers back slightly in confirmation that this is very much okay. "Do you want to get something to eat? I saw some people selling fruit on our walk through the sand," he suggests after a few moments. You nod along, shuffling through the pile of clothes that are everywhere so you can find your shorts—it's sp warm out right now that your skin and swim suit have already dried off.
While you're fishing out your shorts and slipping them on, Minghao finds his hawaiian t-shirt and slips it on, although his bare chest is still very much on display, despite your poor heart's cries for him to cover it up—no! Don't let anyone else see! You blush bashfully at your newfound jealousy of others seeing Minghao the same way you do, but those thoughts are soon pushed away as he reaches out a hand to you to help you stand up. You grab his hand with a smile, following after him as you both head toward the fruit stands at the front.
"What do you want to get?" he asks you when he sees you squinting to try and see what they're selling.
"Pineapple!" you cheer when you realize one of the stands has your favorite fruit, and Minghao can feel his heart swell at the sound. "Can we please get pineapple? It's my favorite fruit and it's the best for hot days."
Minghao smiles and nods, and your heart nearly pops out of your chest. "Pineapple and mango?" he suggests as you stand in front of one of the stalls, pulling out his wallet. You nod before thinking for a moment, pulling out your own wallet before he has a hand a hand on your waist, pushing it away. "I'm paying," and it's not a question when he says it. You slowly push your wallet back into your pocket, mind racing with the thoughts of how a man can be as perfect as Minghao.
"Okay well," you reply, pulling your wallet back out in defiance, "I want to buy some fruits for the others too," you explain. "And I don't think it's fair for you to pay for all of that."
Minghao huffs, letting go of your wrist before turning back to guy at the stall. You two end up splitting the cost of five cups of fruits before returning to the set up on the sand that you have with your arms much fuller than before. Back once you're both sitting, you chat about whatever and you definitely forget how to breathe the multiple times that Minghao picks up a toothpick and feeds you the fruits himself. There's something so domestic and so comforting about the way you both smoothly speak, move, flow—being with Minghao is languid and despite your racing heart at the thought of being with him, you feel...relaxed.
This feels right.
After around an half an hour of talking, you find yourself laying on your back as you have Vernon's hat on top of your head as you listen to the ocean. "Should we go to find them? They'll probably be hungry by now and beach volleyball is starting to sound fun," you say, sitting up and readjusting Vernon's cap on your head.
"Bored of me already?" Minghao teases, sitting up as well, readjusting his shirt.
You roll your eyes. "You know that isn't it. The fruit isn't gonna taste as good later, even if we keep it in the cooler. It tastes better fresh," you reason.
"Fine fine," he murmurs in defeat and you grin, getting up to pick up two of the cups of fruit while Minghao grabs the other two.
"You know where they went?" you ask him, looking to your left and right, trying to recall which direction the boys left in.
"This way I think," Minghao says, pointing to your left and you squint, nodding excitedly when you see some volleyball courts in the far distance.
"Wow, that's pretty far," you think out loud as you both start walking in that direction.
"Can't handle it?" he coos, looking down at you as he takes his effortlessly long strides.
You scoff, turning your head away as you feign nonchalance. "Whatever."
"I'm joking," Minghao says quickly, reaching one hand over to pick up the cups of fruit your holding so that he's holding all four now. You're about to protest but he simply turns his arms away from you so they're out of your reach.
"Thank you," you say sheepishly, holding your hands behind your back as you two begin to speed up your pace when you both realize that the fruit will grow warm soon. It takes around seven to eight minutes for you guys to reach the volleyball courts, calling out to Vernon when you reach hearing range. "We brought fruit!" you yell, pointing at the cups that Minghao graciously carried for you.
The boys run over, almost all of them in a panting, sweating mess.
"It's like you read our minds," Seungcheol tells you and Minghao, picking a strawberry and stuffing it into his mouth.
Seokmin nods along, picking up a piece of mango. "We were just talking about how we're already hungry again."
"Yeah," Chan agrees, "and I think Mingyu was gonna pass out in the next five minutes if you didn't bring him something to eat." You all look at Mingyu who's sitting across from you, legs out and upper body leaning on his arms behind him as his face is scrunched up—he nearly looks like he's dying.
"Fuck you all!" he groans, falling back onto the sand. "I swear, Jun and Cheol were targeting me! They kept hitting the ball in my direction!"
Jun laughs at that, throwing a hand up to Seungcheol for a high-five. "Damn, I didn't think you'd catch on."
"How could I not!?" Mingyu whines, sitting up again to pick up another fruit. "I was on the verge of the death because of you guys."
Jeonghan ticks his tongue as everyone laughs, "Ah, don't be so dramatic Gyu, we were just having fun. Plus, who doesn't want to win."
Mingyu grumbles as he kicks some sand Jeonghan's way as everyone retreats back into the normal conversation of the plans next. After a few moments of discussion, you all decide to go back to your set up and stay there until sunset before heading home.
Once you all make your way back, the hours are spent chatting, building a moat (Mingyu and Chan seemed especially interested in this for some reason), and playing in and out of the water. As the sky begins to merge from blue to yellow to a deep orange, you begin cleaning up. At the moment, you aren't sure who brings it up, but the word "sleepover" gets thrown around and everyone is practically on their knees, asking to sleep over at Vernon and your place.
"Why our place?" Vernon complains. "Why not Minghao and Jun's? Or Joshua and Jeonghan's?" he begins throwing out the other's names.
"Because we like yours the most," Joshua says simply, everyone nodding their heads vigorously in agreement. Vernon huffs and looks at you for help, but you only shrug—you aren't sure how to respond to this and you aren't going to pretend like you aren't a teensy bit excited about the chance of Minghao spending the night (even though there'll be 12 other guys in your home).
"You guys owe us," Vernon finally says with a deep sigh, "big time."
The car ride back begins by Vernon, Joshua, and Wonwoo yelling at all of the passengers to not get sand into the car, and while you all desperately try to heed by their wishes, it's nearly impossible. You should've expected that nothing with this group is ever especially peaceful, but you're pleasantly surprised by how every event with them somehow has you bursting into laughter until your stomach hurts.
When you all return to your apartment, it takes a messy, chaotic hour or two for everyone to sort out when they would be taking showers, realizing that you should have planned this better once you knew that fourteen people would be scrambling to try and use your and Vernon's single shower. Once you're all washed up, you're left sitting in the living room, trying to figure out how you're going to pass the next few hours. Of course, one brings up Mario Kart, and suddenly they all perch against the couch trying to see who can beat Wonwoo.
It's now when you start to feel the exhaustion of the day catch up to you, recalling how you told Seungkwan that beach days make you tired. You excuse yourself to your room, locking the door behind you before slipping under the covers and nuzzling against the pillow.
In the silence—well not really silence, since apartment walls are thin and boys are loud, but still—of your own room, you find yourself catching a moment for you to properly think. And then it all comes crashing onto you.
Minghao. His lips, his eyes, his arms, his hands, his fingers, his lips (yes, his lips again), his touch, his gaze—and holy hell do you need more. You almost whine out loud into the sheets at the thought of having to wait for him any longer, your brain fuzzy from both your exhaustion and the tingling feeling that courses through your nerves.
Your mind races through the endless possibilities of what has happened and what can happen and before you know it you're falling asleep.
It's two hours later at around 8pm when you hear your phone buzzing by your chest, hardly lifting your head to see who it is. When you recognize the caller as Vernon, you hit the answer button, putting minimal effort into lifting the phone up to your ear as you grumble.
"God, do you ever stop sleeping?" he huffs on the other end, and you can faintly hear someone in the background laugh. You rub your eyes as you push yourself out of bed, rummaging through your drawer to pick out a cardigan to throw on.
"Sorry," you grumble with a yawn. "Beach days make me tired."
"I can see that. Anyways, we're in the living room ordering takeout, so hurry up if you want to have your choice," he threatens playfully.
"Alright alright," you mumble, trying to make your bed a little neater before leaving your room and heading towards the living room. They're all there, as expected, some movie playing on the TV as Jihoon is playing something on the guitar (where the hell did he get a guitar from?!) and Wonwoo and Mingyu are playing yet another game of Mario Kart on the Switch tablet.
"And she's here!" Chan exclaims, causing some eyes to turn to you. Minghao, sitting on one of the chairs at the kitchen island turns to you quickly, and the eye contact has you turning into mush immediately.
"When you went to your room," Vernon begins to say, distracting you from your thoughts and placing a hand on your shoulder, "I thought you were just going to chill for a bit. I didn't expect you to be napping."
Seungkwan comes in and swats Vernon's hand away from you. "You're so judgemental Sollie! Let her be!"
"Thank you Seungkwan!" you agree immediately, turning to raise an accusing eyebrow at Vernon. He rolls his eyes and steps away, holding up his phone which has the food order on the front screen.
"Hey, I'm ordering your food!"
You step back, putting your hand sup in surrender. "Okay fine! Fine! What are we getting tonight?"
"Mexican!" Jeonghan calls out. "It's my treat!" Everyone cheers as you tell Vernon your order, sitting down on the ground in the living room as everyone bunches up in the middle to begin discussing the next big problem you all have—sleeping.
It seems like no one quite thought this out earlier but your apartment is small and fitting fourteen people into this space seems near impossible, especially when you know that they'll all insist on you sleeping alone in your own room. It's a hassle to pull out all the extra pillows and bed sheets that you have, everyone trying to clear space to make as many makeshift beds on the ground as they can.
Somehow, you're all able to fit eight "beds" in the living room, Chan and Seungkwan being the lucky ones to squeeze into the extra space that Vernon has left on his bed and Jun and Jihoon calling the spots on the sofa and arm chair. From there on out, time seems to pass easily with the thirteen of them, and you're starting to understand how Vernon's been able to be their friend for so long. The hours pass quickly and by ten p.m., you're spent and tired from the day—too tired to go on.
Before you know it, you're helping them all make the final touches to the makeshift beds, bringing out as many extra comforters as you can in hopes to make sleeping on the ground a bit more comfortable. Bidding goodnight, you wave to them all and retreat to your room, but not before staring at Minghao for maybe a little too long. He stares back, of course, and anyone else would miss it, but you don't—the way he nods slightly, before turning away to say something to Jun.
III. OUR DAWN IS HOTTER THAN DAY
It's eleven when you hear the knock on your door, and it's embarrassing how quickly you scramble out of bed to open it. On the other side, as expected, is Minghao. You're pulling him in without a second of hesitation, grabbing his neck and slamming his lips onto yours hard. His hands are making their way onto his hips immediately, moving up and down along your waist and torso to feel every inch of you that he can. You've both been waiting for this for ages, and it's about time you lose control.
"Hao," you whine softly as he presses you into your wall, his tongue running against the corner of your mouth. His only response is kissing you deeper, teeth clashing as you seek to explore every last bit of each other. Minghao swears he feels his dick twitch at the way you call him by his nickname, his fingers tightening their hold on you.
"You'll drive me crazy," he murmurs, kissing down your neck as you run your hands up and down his arms to feel the curve of his arms.
"That's the—ah—plan," you grunt as you sucks at one spot on your skin. Minghao continues peppering your skin with kisses before you feel like enough his enough, intertwining your fingers in his hair and pulling his head up so he can look at you. "Can I suck you off?"
Minghao is, undeniably, taken aback by your forwardness, and while his head his telling him to take his time with you right now, his other head is telling him to give in. In any other situation with any other girl, he would be denying you, taking his time to at least finger you first but he's been too pent up and too horny since the first time you kissed him to say no.
You're surprised when he quickly nods—you aren't the type to dive right into this kind of stuff but Minghao has been doing something that's reconnecting the wires in your brain, causing the overwhelming urge to sink to your knees for Minghao to crash into you.
The second you're on your knees, you have your hands on the waistband of his shorts, pulling them down at once with his boxers to reveal his length, long and pretty and hard with a bead of pre-cum dribbling off the end. You reach up, holding the base with a hand as you look up at Minghao to meet his eyes.
"Fucking hell," he groans, throwing his head back before you reply with a hiss.
"Quiet! They can't hear," you remind him, before adjusting yourself on your knees so you're in a better position to prod his tip at the front of your mouth. You drink in the way Minghao's breath hitches as your lips wrap around him, tongue swiping at the tip softly before pulling back.
"Don't—" he takes a deep breath, "don't be a fucking tease."
"'m sorry," you mumble, pulling your head back. "Can't help it." You kind of mean it and you kind of don't. Honestly, you aren't sure what to think—all you want to do is make Minghao feel good and do it now. Minghao notices the desperate glint in your eyes, and he takes this chance to wind his fingers into your hair, pulling it back into a makeshift pony tail so he can move your face in the face that he wants. The thought has you both going down into a spiral.
Minghao looks down at you so intensely that you think you just might cum from the look alone, but then he's speaking. "You okay with this?" he asks quietly, running a thumb along your lower lip with the hand that's not holding your hair back.
"Yes," you reply almost instantly, and your eagerness has his eyes darkening—you can see it.
"Fuck," he groans, leaning back again while he takes your hand that isn't wrapped around his length up to his thigh. "Tap twice if you want me to stop, 'kay?" You nod quickly, hoping Minghao will get the idea that you're beginning to grow impatient.
Message received, it seems because before you know it, Minghao is guiding your mouth back to the tip of his length, so you can take him in. Once you have your lips wrapped around him, he pushes you forward more, causing your eyes to widen as you realize he's nearly hitting the back of your throat. You take this as your chance to do exactly what you've been aching for, and you begin to bob your head back and forth.
The moan Minghao lets out is near perfection, and you're immediately encouraged to push more, to push deeper, to do whatever it takes to make him make that sound again. You're about to do it again before you feel your hair being tugged so that you're fully pulled off his cock. "Fuck," he chokes out, looking down at the sight of you with red, puffy lips and blown-out eyes. "Do that again," he demands, and you don't waste a second before you wrap your mouth around him and push down as far as you can. His hand is pushing at the back of your head, his soft words from above encouraging you to go harder to go deeper because you're his angel and he knows you can do it.
God, the words that are spilling out of his mouth are downright filthy but they're messing with your head and before you know it your moving your head back and forth in sync with Minghao's hips that are snapping forward slightly, causing him to batter the back of your throat. It's not the most comfortable feeling but the discomfort definitely not what you're thinking about when you hear Minghao's pants—his soft groans that escape his lips now that you've got him so desperate.
There's drool running down your chin and it's so messy but it's so hot and it has your pussy aching but you can't even think of relieving yourself—not when you can feel the vein on the understand of his dick against your tongue, not when his hand is laced in your hair with such a tight hold you think you might just pass out, not when you know he's so close to his release within minutes all because of you. "Fuck," he grunts again, snapping his hips once more, particularly harder and sloppier this time. "I'm gonna—fuck, I'll come soon."
Your jaw is aching by now but it doesn't compare to the throbbing you feel in your panties—god, you're going to go crazy. You use your hand to rub whatever of his length you can't fit in your mouth, using these last few moments to let Minghao jut his hip and shove your mouth further onto him and holy hell do you love it. You can feel it coming with the way he twitches inside your mouth and you can tell he's about to come when he pulls you off of him, before you're opening your mouth wide again, eyes silently begging him: inside my mouth.
It's like earliedirtr, when you kissed, except now it's so much more frantic, so much more ecstatic—Minghao hears your silent requests and only takes a second to push himself back into your mouth. You only need to suck once or twice before you feel it in your mouth—his cum, hot and shooting down your throat. He pulls out after that, you taking a second to swallow and then lick the glossy tip, your body filling with pride at the way you see his leg twitch.
"God—fuck," Minghao finally manages to say between sputtered breaths, "You're so hot." He pulls you up by the arm as he slips his boxers and shorts back on, placing a hand on your hip as he brings you up for a fierce kiss. Your lips are all swollen and Minghao is extra gentle with the way he runs his tongue along them, kissing you so softly you almost forget that he just face-fucked you less than a minute ago. He's pressed up against the wall right now, but takes this moment to flip you both so it's you who's leaning back.
Minghao pulls away from your lips, chuckling at the way yours chases his in the few seconds after, before connecting his lips to your neck like earlier. "Let me give you something in return, yeah?"
"Yeah," you agree, nodding dumbly the second you feel his hand slip down your shorts, ghosting over your panties.
"Fuck, you're so wet," he groans as he pressed down through your panties.
"Hao," you moan, as he rubs little circles on your clit over the fabric, "please, please, hurry." Minghao chuckles and usually you'd be embarrassed but then again, there's nothing usual about getting fingered by your roommates best friend while all of his friends are asleep in the next room over. Minghao still is going slow with you, taking an extra moment to slowly push your panties aside. You're growing so impatient, the throbbing between your legs getting so impatient, that you think you might start sobbing. "I've been so good, Hao, please? I wanna cum," you beg, meeting Minghao's eyes as you look up at him.
God, you're doing something to him, he thinks—you might just be the death of him. You just look so cute and so desperate and the way your eyes are already glossy has his dick hard again. The fact that he didn't even have to ask you to beg for him is more than enough for a million thoughts to be racing through his mind, but in all honesty, the only thing he wants to focus on right now is making you come.
"Angel, fuck," he murmurs, into your skin, placing a kiss on your collarbone as he uses one hand to lift your shirt up to your neck so he can hold one of your tits, the other hand running through your folds so he can coat his fingers in your slit. "You wanna come?" he coos, prodding one finger at your entrance, and he thinks he might tease you a little longer but then he sees how quickly you respond and it has his resolve crumbling. He sinks is finger in and it's so long and so thick and reaches places in one go that you can't even even imagine of reaching with your own fingers.
You let out a deep sigh, instinctively grinding down on his hand so that your clit is also brushing against his palm adding to the stimulation. Minghao is gentle in the first few moments, moving his finger in and out at a steady pace before you murmur his name once more, causing him to push a second finger inside. "Oh my god, Minghao," you moan, and his eyes shoot up at yours, using the hand that was at your tits to cover your mouth.
"Quiet," he demands, as he continues to fuck you with your fingers. The sound of your wetness and his fingers against your gummy walls is echoing though the room and all you can think about is how dirty and how erotic this feels, and you moan again quietly again at the thought. Minghao's fingers still inside of you at the sound, and you feel your eyes widen and tear up once more. "Be quiet, or I'll stop," he murmurs, resuming his ministrations once he sees you nod.
"Minghao," you say quietly, throwing your head back when you feel him start to play with one of your nipples. "Feels so—so good," you hiccup, doing your best to keep quiet. He's fucking into you ruthlessly now, the pads of his fingers hitting spots you didn't even know existed, and you know your end is close by the way your vision nearly goes white. You grind against his hand harder, and Minghao picks up on the subtle movement.
"Gonna cum?" he breaths out and you don't even have it in you to say anything, your only response being your quickened movements. "C'mon angel, cum for me," he whispers into your ear and maybe it's his voice or maybe it's the way his fingers have you seeing stars or maybe it's the stimulation of your clit against his palm or maybe it's everything combined but you're cumming hard and fast within seconds around his fingers, and holy shit you think that might just be the best orgasm of your life.
You're left panting as Minghao's fingers slow down inside of you, twitching every few seconds from the overstimulation, before he's pulling them out of you and your panties completely. You want to hide your face, looking away when you realize how wet they are. "Why're you looking away?" Minghao asks, grabbing your chin so you can look at him. "It's hot," he tells you with a shrug, bringing his fingers up to your mouth, raising a brow. You're slightly embarrassed, yes, but you'd be a fool to try and deny him, opening up your mouth and suck your own wetness off him when he presses his fingers into your mouth.
After you swirl your tongue around him a few times, he pulls his hands back, replacing his fingers on your mouth with his lips, kissing you sweetly. You bring your hands up to his hair, moving your lips in unison as he places one hand on your waist, pulling your shirt back down to cover you.
"That was fun," you finally say when you're both pulling away.
"You're gonna drive me up a wall," Minghao mutters under his breath, taking a small step back. "But it was." He's silent for a moment before speaking again. "I'm gonna head back—wouldn't want anyone to wake up and find out I'm not where I supposed to be."
"You think someone would wake up?"
Minghao chuckles, and you feel those butterflies again. "You were pretty loud," he says, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of your neck.
"Whose fault is that again?" you ask.
"Dunno," Minghao says casually. "He must be super hot though."
You click your tongue as Minghao walks backward toward your door. "Hmm, I'll have to agree with that."
He smiles and kisses you hard one last time before ruffling your hair. "Sleep well angel."
a/n. not even going to bother reading this through because i'll get embarrassed. dw guys i'm working on a better hao fic soon >_<
synopsis: vernon voluntarily helps his s/o find the exact product they’re looking for
pairings: non-idol, boyfriend! vernon x curly hair! g.n. s/o
word count: 1.2k
a/n: i’m half asleep and just had this idea so enjoy 😭 plus i wanna release more seventeen content
general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois
svt taglist: n/a
an aggravated sigh left your lips once more as you pouted in the mirror, ruffling your curls and hating how they came out looking. this was the third product you’ve tried within the past month that hasn’t worked how you wish it had on your hair, and at this point it's just money wasted since you never end up touching it again. upon hearing a dramatic sigh come from the bathroom, your boyfriend peaks his head through the door before fully stepping inside.
the pout on your face made his own lips downturn, making him take steps towards you as he spoke. “what’s wrong, baby?”
you advert your eyes from your hair to his eyes, noticing the sparkling concert as he stared at you. “third product this month and i’m still not satisfied with how it makes my curls come out.”
vernon walks up behind you, patting the top of your head gently as he admires your hair. he’s always loved it, despite you hating it at times due to upkeep of it. “they look good, though.” he plays with one in his hand, snapping back to reality quickly as he hears you puff in annoyance. he knows it wasn't towards him, he could feel that your eyes have now focused back on yourself rather than him.
“i know, but i just envision them looking differently.” you feel your hair again, touching the curls and not liking the texture the product left on your hair. looking back into the mirror, you started to knit pick at the small details of your hair, taking a mental note of the things you didn’t like about the product that you now need to keep in mind when searching for a new one.
one thing about vernon: he was very good at noticing changes in people. whether it was their body language, tone of voice, or facial expression, he always knew how to read people. and you being his significant other, he likes to think he knows you pretty well when it comes to things as such. snaking his arms around your waist, he places his head on top of your shoulder and holds you close in an attempt to deter your negative thoughts. “why don’t we go to the beauty store and pick something out? my treat.”
“you don’t have to, vernon.” you mumbled, melting under his touch as you lean into his chest. placing your hand on top of his, you rub up and down his knuckles. “besides, i’d feel bad.”
he shakes his head as he chuckles, placing a quick kiss to your temple before speaking. “i don’t mind at all, don’t feel bad. let me just get ready and we can head out.”
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walking into the beauty supply store, you both greeted the worker behind the counter politely. vernon followed behind you curiously, eyeing the different products and items displayed throughout the store. this is only vernon’s second time making a beauty store run with you, the first time being a quick in and out for something he couldn’t even remember. he’s only ever gotten his hair products from places such as target or walmart, he’s never been inside a store like this so to say he didn’t look like a curious cat would be an lie.
noticing this at the corner of your eye, you smile to yourself as you scan the shelves. every item you see, you’ve already done your research about and knew it probably wouldn’t work well with your hair in regards to giving you your desired results. after mindlessly looking around at different items, vernon walks back up beside you and grabs an item you haven’t noticed before from a top shelf.
you watch as he inspects it, his eyes reading over the label intently. “this is the one.” is all he says with a proud grin, looking over at you and he holds it up for you to see. “i did research and i think this one might be what you’re looking for. i could be wrong though.”
not knowing how to respond, you scan over the product and read the label over. all the ingredients are what you are looking for along with the benefits and supposed outcome. “how did you even figure that out? how do you know?”
“i listened and researched a lot.” he places the product in your hand, letting you look it over before deciding. “i know how hard it is for you to find something for your specific hair type, especially since you don’t have anyone to give you advice on what’s best and what isn’t. so i want to help you in any way i can. i hope that’s okay.”
holding back a few tears, you smile up at your loving boyfriend and grab his hand to place a kiss on the back of it. neither of you were too big on pda, even holding hands seemed to be too much at times for you both, but for him to go out of his way for you? oh boy did he deserve that and much more. hands interlocked as you walk towards the counter, you happily place the product on the counter and watch as vernon pays.
once you both arrived at your shared apartment, you decided to shower together and cuddle on the couch for the remainder of the day as you binge watched some new horror films that were recently released. after the shower, vernon went and ordered in some fast food as you changed into your pajamas and used your new hair product. normally you’d just wait until the next day, but since vernon went out of his way to help you out you were more than excited to try his recommendation.
forty minutes passed, the food just now arriving as your boyfriend placed everything on the coffee table and picked out the first movie of the night. he was about to text you when he heard shuffling down the hall, signaling you were moving fast in his direction. as you entered the living room with a smile, he returns it as he notices the difference in your curls.
when you move closer, he pats the curls gently before moving his hand to your waist. “do you like it? does it work okay?”
as a response, you cup his face in your hands and crash your lips onto his. but before anything can escalate, you quickly pull away with a squeak of happiness. “how the hell did you find exactly what i was looking for, mister vernon?”
he laughs at the nickname, placing a small kiss to the middle of your forehead. “tiktok.”
widening your eyes, you tilt your head to the side. “you used tiktok to help me find what i was looking for? but you don’t even like tiktok.”
“exactly.” his gummy smile appears shyly, making your heart flutter. you watch his eyes scan your hair, admiring the small details. “they’re really beautiful baby, i’m so happy i could help.” taking your hand in his, he spins you around dramatically for a split second before putting the antics to a halt. “i ordered from our favorite place, let’s eat it before it gets cold.”
