any yunho with those damn lace gloves drabble and my heart will be yours
lacy racy (18+)
pairing: yunho x fem!reader
summary: your boyfriend's hands in those lace gloves
word count: 595
genre: smut, drabble
warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI 18+, fingering
you were going crazy. slowly but surely. you got wet by just looking at your boyfriend's hands on any normal day but now? those lace gloves were a crime. a crime on you and your poor pussy.
you had been watching the stylists lay out the gloves for him and you swore you saw him smirk and look at you from the corner of his eyes, almost like he had known that he would be given these gloves and was waiting for your reaction.
real slick, jeong yunho
instead of giving him the desired reaction, you just picked up your book again and kept reading like you usually would when you accompanied him to shows.
it seemed to work for the most part. you almost caved when he put them on and deliberately flexed his hands but you were resolved to stay strong and not give him the satisfaction.
but all bets were off when he came back after his performance. seeing him perform, all confident and talented plus the gloves? you were goner.
so here you were, hidden in a supply closet, one of his gloved hands pressed over your mouth while his other hand snaked up your inner thigh, one gloved finger tugging your soaked underwear to the side. your hands were clutching at his shoulders, impatient whines slipping from your lips but he just ignored them, his fingers torturing you, slowly caressing your wet pussy but never giving you any real relief.
"hm? what's that? you want something then speak up," he teased you.
you tried to speak but his hand pressed down harder on your mouth.
"I can't hear you, baby," he cooed.
fucker
you tried to plead him with your eyes, shifting your hips impatiently. his index finger slowly circled your entrance, your juices soaking his lace glove.
"you want my fingers inside you? hm?" he whispered into your ear. you nodded frantically.
"ask me nicely," he ordered but didn't take his hand off your mouth.
you mumbled the words against his hand, looking at him with pleading eyes and hoped it was enough. you were rewarded with one gloved finger slowly being inserted into your pussy, the material of the lace rough against you but creating a delicious friction.
your eyes rolled back and you tried to pull him closer.
"so greedy," he chuckled and inserted a second finger, slowly stretching you. he began to pump his fingers in an out of you, making sure to curl his fingers upwards every time he sank them inside, his sure way of getting you to squirt.
your head lolled back against the wall and he immediately took advantage of your exposed neck, his teeth sinking into the spot just under your ear. his fingers sped up, determined to make you soak his hand right here in the supply closet. you could already feel that familiar pressure building up in your lower stomach. you tried to push at his hand, not wanting to squirt here but he just curled his fingers, continuing to bite at your neck.
it happened before you could even try to close your legs, soaking his gloved hand, your thighs and the floor. his fingers slowly pulled out of you, the lace from the glove sopping wet. he pulled his other hand from your mouth and held his wet fingers to your lips.
"clean it, baby," he demanded, already shoving his fingers into your mouth.
you sucked on his fingers, tasting yourself on the lace. you could see his satisfied smirk and you knew he definitely planned this.
saw ur reqs are open and wanted to slide this note to uđ anything sub!yunho i beg⊠specifically him being down horrendous as a subâŠ
Say It Again
cw. nsfw, afab!reader, subby yunho, praise, creampie, implied overstimulation, dacryphilia, collar and leash, pet play *not proofread, just pure horny*
He's trying. Dear lord, he is trying his absolute best.
But his cock twitches violently every time you tug on the leash around his neck. His hands are pawing at the sheets so desperately, restless as they tremble by his sides. Your no touching rule will be the death of him.
Tears well in his eyes as you stuff his cock into your dripping cunt. Your walls squeeze his cock so well, milking him of every drop he could possibly give you.
There's a significant mess along your thighs, thick and sticky as more of Yunho's cum leaks out of your hole. You tug on the leash again, making him jolt and whine. His eyes are lidded and unfocused, like he's manifesting all his willpower in being able to withstand the next orgasm tightening in his gut.
"C'mon now, give it to me, pup." Yunho can't stop the lewd whimpers that fell from his lips as he came again, coating your walls in white yet again.
"There it is. Who's my good boy?"
The whine Yunho lets out is pathetic as tears slip down his reddened cheeks. His hands are fisting the sheets, damn near ripping them as he tries to articulate any string of words.
mingiâs spins towards you, face burning brighter and a deeper shade of red. his voice is small when he responds. âi-i mean iâve kissed before, but nothing beyond thatâŠâ he drops his head, whispering the last part. âlikeâŠ.like sexual things."
ââ synopsis: your shy, virgin bf mingi finally decides to let you give him a handjob!
you donât often bring up sex or doing anything sexual with your boyfriend. you knew he was a virgin and things like that make him shy, often clearing his throat and changing the topic when brought up or even running away.
the most you would do together is make out, his fidgety hands never knowing where to rest. often taking it upon yourself to grab them and place them around your waist, on your hips.
even while kissing, he gets nervous and often asks, âam i doing good?â with the most pure look on his face. his eyes wide, lips red and slick with saliva, heavily breathing.
you remember the day you found out he was virgin, during an intense make-out session. while swirling your tongue against his, you drag a hand down his chest to his shorts and mingi jumped, eyes flying open as he gently nudges your hand away.
âwhatâs wrong baby?â you ask, looking at mingi who wasnât looking at you and chewing on his bottom lip. his hands were twitching in his lap, and you wondered what was making him anxious.
âwhy are you fidgeting so much?â you teasingly ask when he doesnât say anything. you drop your hand to his thigh, softly rubbing the expanse of exposed skin.
mingi gasps, startling you when he suddenly hops up from the couch. he turns away from you, mumbling something you couldnât quite catch and kindly ask him to repeat himself.
he takes a deep breath, attempting to compose himself before stuttering out, âi-iâve never done ⊠that,â
âthat being âŠ?â
mingi spins towards you, face burning bright and a deep shade of red. his voice is small when he responds, âi-i mean iâve kissed before, but nothing beyond that." he drops his head, whispering the last part âlikeâŠ.like sexual things.â
âso, youâre a virgin.â you bluntly state, making mingi sputter and look at you with wide eyes. you had the slightest inkling that maybe mingi wasnât the most experienced, but him being a complete virgin honestly shocked you.
ây-yeahâŠâ he admits shamefully, nodding his head and darting his eyes around to avoid eye contact with you.
you didnât force him to do anything after his admission, instead comforting and reassuring him that being virgin was okay, which it was.
but, it was from that day on that you would nonstop think about fucking your boyfriend.
his innocence is such a turn on to you.
sweet, innocent mingi, who you canât help but to constantly think about playing with. how cute he would look begging for you, his eyes shining with tears.
he could hardly handle a compliment from you or when you call him âbabyâ in a tone that he claims is âtroublingâ to him. he would start stuttering over his words, shutting himself up by nibbling on his lip, face painted pink with embarrassment.
and of course you want him to take his time, do it whenever heâs ready toâŠbut fuck- imagine how he would react to you doing what you fantasize about.
you hadnât realize you were staring at him, deep in thought, from where he sat on the couch. he was engrossed in some tv show that you didnât know the name of, but he would often talk to you about it.
his fluffy dark hair unkempt, strands sticking up in every direction. he squinted at the screen even though his glasses were resting on tip of his nose, and he just looks so soft in his pajamas.
you walk over to the couch and take a seat next to him. mingi briskly looking at you with a smile, an arm coming around to wrap around your shoulders, before tuning back into the show.
âmingiâŠâ you uttered, sliding a hand to his thigh and gently squeezing it. you turn to watch his profile, looking for any signs of discomfort. slowly, you sling a leg over him and shuffle to sit on his thighs.
mingi stiffens under you his breath hitching, before he locks eyes with you. he must have found something in your gaze, his throat bobbing with a swallow.
ây-yes?â he feebly responds, dipping his head to avoid looking into your intense eyes.
âbaby,â you coo, leaning closer towards him, placing a finger under his chin to lift his gaze back up to you, your mouths inches away from eachother.
his hand that was on your shoulder was now gripping onto the couch below. mingiâs breath catches when you close the gap between you, eyes instinctively closing when your lips touch and melting into the kiss.
you wrap an arm around his neck, knotting your fingers into the hairs at the nape of his neck making mingi quietly moan into your mouth. you take the opportunity to slip your tongue in, mingi squirming in response.
he doesnât know what to do with his hands, like always they hover in the air, torn between keeping them to himself or placing them on you. he settles for your waist and tentatively runs his fingers along the curves. he can feel his face burning, his pulse quickening when his hands slip under your loose shirt.
you grab a fistful of his mussed hair, tugging it to deepen the kiss as your other hand rests on his chest. he whimpers, and you shiver at the sound that you were responsible for.
the sound must have scared mingi though, as he pulls away, panting and face flushed. you go to ask if he was alright, but pause when you take notice of mingi looking down at his hands that rested in his lap.
you smirk, gently prying his hands away to reveal his hard-on that strained against the fabric. mingi turns his head away, flustered.
âitâs okay,â you reassure him, taking ahold of his glasses that were slipping down his nose and resting them aside. mingi nods with a small pout. âmay i?â you ask, hovering your own hand over his pants.
mingi bites his lip to fight the moan that almost slipped out. hips almost wanting to twitch up into the warmth radiating from you, his pants feeling tighter as his erection grew.
âdonât worry,â you assure him, your voice low and smooth with comfort. âiâll take it slow, hm?â
mingi nods, his hands finding their way to your hips and holding them tightly. his body was thrumming with excitement, but also fear for what was to come.
he peeks to look as you rub his dick, embarrassed every time it would twitch at even the slightest graze. pressing his mouth closed, not wanting to sound like loser for moaning so loudly from a little teasing.
you frown at that, capturing him into a kiss to stop him from gatekeeping any noises from you. you wanted to hear everything, no matter how quiet or loud. everything mingi was trying to hold back being forced out.
âdonât hold back,â you whisper when you pull back. unbuttoning his pants, you pull his dick out of them. mingi moans at being released and you almost moan at the sigh in front of you.
he was huge. his dick at full attention, throbbing and leaking precum was bigger than you thought. you couldnât stop yourself from licking your lips, a familiar throb was forming between your legs.
you take him into your hand, feeling how hot and thick he was, barely covering even half the length of it. unintentionally driving mingi crazy as you you stroke upwards teasingly, spreading the precum from his tip down his length to make the glide easier.
âhow does that feel,â you breathe.
mingi loudly moans, his head flying back and his eyes squeeze shut. he couldn't stop his hips from grinding up into your grip and he doesnât think he will last long, already feeling like he could cum if you keep going like that.
ââso good, itâs so goodâŠâ
your mouth makes its way to his exposed neck, licking and kissing along it as you stroke him. moving up to his ear, nibbling and licking along the shell of it. mingiâs needy moans spurring you on, adding your other hand and twisting with every jerk.
âw-wait,â he gasps, eyes flying open and hands flying to push your hands off him, not wanting it to end, but his orgasm was building up too quickly.
you pull back with furrowed brows, but before you could say anythingâŠ
âfuck,â mingi brokenly moans as his hips buck up with a rough thrust as he cums. you feel the heat from his cum spilling onto your fists, some shooting far and landing on your cheek, as his dick pulses in your hand and his body convulsing.
âi-âim sorry,â he stutters, his face a deep red and eyes wide and glistening with tears. âi tried to warn you⊠i was gonnaâŠâ
there wasnât anything you could do but giggle a little, making mingi whine. you can't help but to find it adorable at how fast he came from a little handjob. you press a kiss to his cheek, your cum-free hand brushing his arm arm lovingly.
âitâs okay baby, you donât have to apologize,â you reassure with another kiss, this time to his nose. âbesides it was pretty hot.â
mingi doesnât know what to say to that, his face on fire, he simply nods. your eyes meet again and he leans in to press your lips together.
The living room was comfortably quiet which was completely unusual, the guys sprawled across the couches, snacks scattered on the coffee table. Namjoon was thumbing through a book, Seokjin was scrolling through his phone, and Hobi and Jimin were playing a game on the floor. Yoongi leaned against the armrest of the couch, listening to the chatter but not really engaging. His mind was somewhere else, focused on you upstairs. He'd left you about ten minutes ago and he couldn't help but feel more than useless than he did right now.
âHowâs she doing tonight?â Seokjin asked, glancing up from his phone with a concerned frown. Yoongi shrugged, it was the same as it always was with you. There was no chance of getting you to drift off to sleep and he hated himself for it.
âSame as usual. Canât sleep.â He muttered a little, hating how angry it made him that he wasn't able to help you fall asleep. Namjoon closed his book and leaned back, rubbing the back of his neck.
âItâs been tough for her lately, huh? I was with her the other night and read a few chapters of that book she likes. It helped a bit, but she still didnât get much sleep.â Namjoon shrugged and Yoongi cringed at the thought. You'd mentioned it the next day that the guys had all been trying to help you and while it was sweet of them to try it made Yoongi feel like a bad boyfriend.
âYeah, she mentioned that,â Yoongi replied quietly, a hint of unease creeping into his voice. He stared down at his hands and bit down on his tongue trying not to let his insecurities get the better of him,
âI tried telling her some dumb jokes last night,â Hobi chimed in, stretching his arms over his head, looking awfully smug himself for what he was about to say,
âWorked like a charm! She was laughing so hard, and then boom, out like a light.â Jimin chuckled, nodding in agreement. Yoongi turned to look at Jimin who seemed pretty happy with himself,
âShe said that always helps. When I stayed with her the other night, we didnât even talk. She just needed someone there, and she fell asleep after a while.â Yoongi bit the inside of his cheek, listening as each of them recounted how theyâd helped you in some way. It wasnât that he didnât want you to lean on themâthey were family, after all, and he was glad you all got along well with one another. But the fact that they seemed to know exactly what to do to ease your insomnia left him feeling⊠off. Like he was missing something.
Yoongi had never been good at helping his own sleeping schedule and that made him feel useless but it was nothing compared to the way he felt when you'd lean on him and he had no idea how to help.
âTheyâre not wrong,â Taehyung said from the corner of the room, finally chiming in. âShe told me you guys helped a lot. Even Jungkook. I guess his random midnight gym talk worked somehow.â Yoongi scoffed softly, shaking his head.
âGym talk helped her sleep? Seriously?â He grumbled, folding his arms over his chest and shaking his head. Now he just felt like the guys were trying to wind him up - and it was working.
âGuess it did,â Jungkook shrugged. âShe started nodding off while I was talking about some new routine, so I just kept going. Went into detail about all the weights too, she was out like a light.â The guys all laughed, except for Yoongi, who forced a smile. It wasnât that he resented themâhe loved how they cared for you like he didâbut every time he tried to help, nothing seemed to work.
He'd tried to sit with you while he worked, he'd sung to you, he'd made you hot chocolate, and got you new pillows and blankets. Done almost everything he could think of to get you to fall asleep and yet nothing seemed to work.
Yet all of them had something that made it easier for you to rest, but him? He just fumbled through the night, watching you struggle with the weight of your own sleeplessness.
âYou okay, hyung?â Hobi asked, noticing the shift in Yoongiâs expression. Yoongi tried not to let it show, he didn't want this to become an issue, if the others helped you sleep he should be happy for you.
âYeah, just⊠I donât know.â Yoongi sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. âIt feels like everyoneâs better at helping her than I am. Itâs my job to make sure sheâs okay, you know? But whenever I try, I just end up sitting there, doing nothing.â The room fell quiet for a moment, and the lighthearted atmosphere suddenly felt heavier. Namjoon leaned forward, his brows furrowed in thought.
âItâs not a competition, Yoongi. Youâre there for her in ways we canât be.â
âI know itâs not,â Yoongi said quickly, though the knot of insecurity in his chest tightened. âBut itâs like⊠every time I try, she ends up calling for one of you. Whatâs the point if Iâm not even good at something this simple?â He sighed in frustration, finally letting everything off his shoulders before Hoseok bit his lip, looking to the others for some help.
âItâs not simple,â Jimin interjected softly. âInsomniaâs tough. You being there helps her, even if it doesnât feel like it right away.â Yoongi didnât respond immediately, his mind was too busy filling his head with doubt about it all. He wanted to be the one to ease your restlessness, to give you the peace you couldnât seem to find on your own, he wanted to be the one you would lean on in your times of need. Yet every time he tried, it felt like he was failing. The others were succeeding where he couldnât.
âI donât know,â Yoongi finally muttered. âIt just feels like⊠Iâm not enough.â The words hung in the air, and the guys exchanged glances. None of them had the perfect solution, but they understood Yoongiâs frustration. They all cared for you in their own way, but it was clear that for Yoongi, this ran deeper. You werenât just a friend to him. You were his everything.
âHyung,â Jungkook said, his voice gentle but firm. âShe loves you. Thatâs all that matters.â Yoongi nodded, though the weight of his insecurity still lingered. He wanted to believe that was enough. He just had to find a way to make sure you felt it too.
Just as he was about to head to the studio his phone pinged and he frowned glancing down at the screen,
Best girlfriend: Come upstairs.... xx
He smirked at the name on the screen, you'd renamed yourself a few months ago and he didn't change it since the name was completely true in his eyes. Without thinking twice, Yoongi stood up, muttering a quick
âIâm going to check on her,â before heading up to your shared room.
The soft light from the hallway spilt into the dim bedroom as he quietly stepped inside, finding you curled up in bed, staring up at the ceiling. You looked as frustrated as he felt right now and you turned over on the bed to look at him,
âHey,â you greeted softly, shifting to make room for him on the bed. âI couldnât sleep. Again.â You smiled weakly, as if to say what's new and he sighed, sliding in next to you, his body fitting perfectly against yours. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.
âI know. Itâs been rough for you, lately,â he whispered, stroking his hands up and down your arms as you nodded, resting your head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. There was a comfort in his presence, but tonight, something felt off. Yoongiâs hold on you wasnât as relaxed as it usually was, and you could feel a slight tension in his body. You knew your boyfriend better than you knew yourself so you instantly knew that there was something going on in his head and you weren't going to sleep until he told you what it was.
âWhatâs going on?â you asked, looking up at him through the dim light. He hesitated, his hand that had been touching you froze in place and he shook his head at you.
âNothing, just tired.â You knew it was a lie instantly and you stared up at him,
âYoongi.â You narrowed your eyes playfully, nudging him gently. âI know you better than I know myself. Somethingâs bothering you.â He stayed quiet, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing small circles on your hip. he didn't want to bring you down more than you already were. You studied his face, the way his eyes seemed to avoid yours, how his lips were pressed together like he was holding something back and you poked his side, your tone soft but persistent.
âTell me whatâs bothering you, baby.â You begged, looking at him but Yoongi shifted slightly, debating whether to brush it off or just come clean. But the way you kept looking at him, concerned and curious, made it impossible to keep it bottled up. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
âItâs just⊠I feel like Iâm no good at this,â he muttered, finally voicing what had been weighing him down. The two of you had been together for so long that he knew it was better to tell you than to keep it hidden.
âHelping you sleep. Everyone else seems to know what to do, but I⊠I canât. Itâs like Iâm supposed to be the one who makes you feel better, but instead, Iâm the one who sucks at it.â You blinked, his admission catching you off guard. You hadnât expected that. You'd only kept asking the guys to help you because you knew Yoongi had trouble sleeping himself and you didn't want to make him feel worse about it,
âYoongiâŠâ
âI hear how the others help you, and I know I shouldnât be comparing myself,â he continued, his voice low. âBut itâs hard not to feel like Iâm failing you. I mean, even Jungkook can ramble about workouts and you doze off.â You couldnât help but laugh weakly at that, but the sound was soft, affectionate. Jungkook bored you with trips about the gym and everything he got up to when he was there, that was why you'd fallen asleep.
âYoongi, I never wanted to ask you for help because⊠I know you struggle with sleep too. I didnât want to put more pressure on you.â His gaze softened as he looked down at you, at least it wasn't because you didn't think he was good enough.
âBut you shouldâve asked. Iâd do anything for you.â He uttered under his heart,
âI know,â you whispered, shifting slightly so you could meet his eyes better.
âBut even if you werenât helping me fall asleep, just having you here makes me feel better. I always wanted you next to me, even if I didnât say it.â Yoongi stared at you for a moment, the weight of your words sinking in. You could see his expression shift, the insecurity he had been carrying softening into something elseâsomething tender.
âReally?â he asked, his voice quieter now. You nodded, your fingers tracing small patterns on his chest, pressing your lips softly to his chest and then looking at him.
âYeah. Youâre my boyfriend, Yoongi. You donât have to do anything special. I just need you here with me. Thatâs all.â Yoongi let out a breath, the tension in his body easing.
âI didnât realize⊠I just didnât want to feel like I was letting you down.â You hated that he was beating himself up over something he couldn't help you with and you shook your head at him,
âYou could never let me down,â you said softly, leaning in closer until your lips brushed his. âIâm here because I want you. Not because I need you to fix everything.â His eyes fluttered shut as your lips met his, the kiss soft and lingering, a quiet exchange of everything he had been worried about. When you pulled back, you could see the small smile playing on his lips, and it warmed your heart.
"There is one thing I could help you with... to make you sleep of course," He stuttered a little, his cheeks turning pink as you stared at him.
You felt a warmth bloom in your chest as his hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you closer and he pressed your lips to his.
The kiss deepened, your fingers tangling in his hair as you melted into him, feeling the heat between you grow. His other hand trailed down your side, sending sparks through your body.
âYoongi,â you breathed, his name escaping your lips between kisses. He didnât respond with words, just a low hum of agreement as his fingers slipped beneath your shirt, brushing against your bare skin. You could feel his touch linger, the desire building between you both.
Slowly your clothes began to disappear in the hazy heat of the moment, each layer peeled away with unspoken understanding. His lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of warmth that made your head spin. You clung to him, your breaths coming out in soft, eager gasps as the tension between you built, your bodies entwining.
Yoongi slowly began to kiss down your body, kissing each of your thighs as he looked up at you. You were wriggling above him, your eyes burning into his as you silently begged for him to do something,
"Such a needy little, princess." He chuckled before his tongue finally caressed your eager clit. You grabbed your pillow and held it over your face, moaning softly into it as he began to alternate between soft kitten licks and sucking on your clit. Your hips bucked toward him as he continued to eat you out like you were the last meal on earth.
"Y-Yoongi, fuck." you moaned out, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving to you. Yoongi smirked as he pushed his tongue into you, using his fingers to gently rub your clit sending you over the edge as you whimpered.
"Cum for me, princess." He ordered as he slid two fingers into your cunt, thrusting them roughly as he began sucking on your clit. Your hips bucked uncontrollably now as you whimpered, meeting each stroke of his fingers as the band inside of your stomach tightened.
"S-Shit! Shit! I'm gonna-" You cry out in sheer ecstasy as your head rolls back against the pillows. Your pussy clenched tightly around his fingers but he continued to thrust them in and out of you as you came down from your high.
"Yoongi, I need-"
"I know," He smirked as he knelt between your legs, tapping the head of his cock against your clit as you whined at him, you were already sensitive without him teasing you more for it. Slowly he eased into you, making you whimper at the stretch, your nails dragging down his back as he bottoms out inside of you.
"M-Move...please," you begged as he groaned. Slowly he began to withdraw from you, only to push back in, your legs wrapping around his waist as you whimpered at him.
His thrusts began to pick up in pace his of his thrust making you cry out in ecstasy, no longer caring that the boys were right downstairs. All you good focus on was how good it felt to have Yoongi inside of you.
"You're gonna let everyone know, princess," He chuckles deeply and moans out when he feels you clench,
"Does my dirty, princess want everyone to know?" He teased, thrusting faster this time, pinning your left leg down to the bed as his thrusts began to get brutal. You were a mess at this point, a screaming and withering mess beneath him as you felt your - fast - approaching orgasm.
"Y-Yoongi!" You screamed, looking up at him as you whined. Yoongi smirked as he looked down at you, this was what he could do to make you sleep every single night. Two orgasms...maybe more if he could make you agree to it.
"You gonna cum for me?" he smirked at you as you nodded violently at him,
"yes, Yes!" You cried out, your fingers leaving marks down his back making him groan as he drove into you again and again. Your moans harmonise with his, and his thrusts send you closer to your edge each and every time. Yoongi reached between you and stroked your clit,
"FUCK!" You cry out, releasing over his cock as you whimpered, pussy clamping down on him and sending him to his own release. He panted heavily as he looked down at you, sweat dripping from your forehead and yet you'd never looked prettier to him than you did right now.
"I think we should do that every single night." You whipped as he pulled out of you, collapsing on the bed beside you as he gave himself a couple of minutes before he cleaned you up.
"I'm down, but we'll need to get our own place...I plan on doing that again and again until you're out like a light," He smirks before kissing you and heading to the en-suite to get you a warm cloth.
warnings: none? first kiss. a lot of fluff. yoongi calls reader âhoneyâ several times.
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You lay in his bed cuddled up together, your head on his chest and his right hand tangled in your hair. He listened contently to your rambling about your current obsession.
âI mean seriously, can you even believe that yoongi?â you asked, looking up at him.
âYeah, I believe it, honey.â He looked into your eyes, and then down to your lips, licking his softly. You two have had a few moments like this now. Everything was totally perfect, you were comfortable, even being so close to him like you were now. But every time the energy shifted, you couldnât help but get nervous. You didnât mean to shut him down. But just like every other time, nothing could stop the subconscious tensing of your body.
âHey, is everything alright, honey?â
His hand had stopped moving in your hair now.
âYes, sorry. I donât mean to be so jumpy.â you said looking back down at the foot of the bed. You started rubbing his chest with your free hand. A failed distraction.
He paused for a moment, obviously thinking carefully about how to phrase what he wanted to say.
âDo you feel like we are moving too fast? I donât want to rush you. I notice that every time I try to kiss you, it seems like youâŠshy away?â
You quickly shook your head no.
âIâm sorry. I donât think we are moving too fast. I want to kiss you Yoongi, I justâŠget really nervous when itâs about to happen.â
âDonât be sorry, itâs okay.â he said softly, smiling down at you.
âOhâŠokay?â you said while letting out an awkward laugh.
Not the reaction you were expecting.
âYes, of course honey. We shouldnât do anything you arenât ready for.â
It was your turn to be quiet in thought now. You wanted to kiss him. So badly. But how could you tell him the real reason why you were nervous? Maybe it would be better if you just kinda went for it. What he doesnât know wonât kill him right?
âHoney, look at me.â
You struggled to meet his gaze, but forced yourself to anyway. You felt so exposed for some reason. You hadnât even told him yet. There was no way this was going to work. You definitely couldnât kiss him if you struggled to just make eye contact.
âWhatâs going on in that beautiful head of yours?â
He was making you too flustered. You already felt overwhelmed by the situation, really not expecting to have been called out like you were.
âItâs nothing. Itâs stupid.â
âNo itâs not. Not if itâs got you worked up like this.â
He really wasnât going to drop it. You were silent for a few more moments.
âCâmon sweetheart, itâs just me.â he said, much softer this time.
âTell you what, Iâll close my eyes while you tell me, will that help?â A little thing you guys did when you had something overwhelming to share.
Yoongi had suggested he close his eyes when you told him you had a crush on him. Oddly enough, it worked.
âYes, please.â
He shut them.
Here goes nothing.
âI havenât kissed anyone before. I really do want to do it with you. I promise. It just, makes me so nervous because⊠I donât know how. And I donât wanna mess up, or mess us up.â you said, looking at the ceiling.
Yoongi took your silence as a sign that you were done, opening his eyes.
But you were still looking at the ceiling, dim lighting in the room barely allowing you to see the whole thing. But you didnât need to be looking at him to feel his eyes on you.
âYou wonât.â he said seriously.
âW-What?â
âYou wonât mess us up. I like everything about you, no matter how you kiss me. No matter if you kiss me. Weâll go at your pace, honey.â
He was so good to you.
âI like everything about you too.â you said sheepishly.
âIâm glad sweetheart.â he said chuckling softly.
He used the arm you were laying on to pull you into a tight hug, and brought the other one to rub your back up and down in soothing circles.
âYoongi?â
He loosened his grip to look down at you.
âYes, honey?â
He looked at you so lovingly. You thought you were going to melt.
âWould it be okay if ⊠I kissed you now?â
You fiddled with the neckline of his shirt nervously. Smiling, he gently nudged your face to look at him.
âOf course, honey.â
âCan you ⊠close your eyes?â
His chest shook with laughter.
âYes, love.â
He looked at you lovingly, rubbing up and down your arms. Shifting the two of you to be laying down facing each other, he made sure you could lean in easily.
âAre you okay? Do you still want to do this?â he asked softly.
âYes. And Iâm okay.â You smiled up at him.
âAre you comfortable?â
âYes.â you breathed out.
âOkay pretty girl.â
He sent you one last smile, before slowly letting his eyes fall shut.
You looked down at his lips, and back up to his closed eyes. You didnât feel like running away. You felt completely calm. It was perfect.
You scooted in a little bit, tentatively resting your hand on the side of his neck. Taking one last deep breath, you leaned in slowly. Placing a chaste kiss on your boyfriendâs lips. He brought his hand up to the side of your face as soon as your mouths met. Not trapping you, but a comforting embrace. Remind you that it was just him, and it was okay. You allowed yourself to relax fully, closing your eyes at last.
When you pulled away and looked at him, his eyes were still closed. His face was expressionless, completely relaxed. You started moving your thumb on his throat back and forth, causing him to slowly open his eyes. His silence unnerved you.
âW-Was it okay?â
He looked at you with a dazed, far away look in his eyes, one you couldnât read.
àšà§ Pairings: rich boy!seonghwa x chubby!fem!reader, rich boy!choi san x chubby!fem!reader, rich boy!hongjoong x chubby!fem!reader, mentions of yunho
àšà§ Genre: graduate school au/smut/angst/a lil fluffy
àšà§ Summary: It was never your intention to infiltrate one of the most exclusive social circles at your new university, seducing rich boys to get who and what you want. Wait, no, it was.
àšà§ Word Count: 1.7k-ish
àšà§ Warnings: reader's in her villain era, demon line are wealthy low key villains too, strong language, some dom demon line/sub reader dynamics, you sleep with everyone darling, oral sex (m & f receiving), swallowing, pet names (good girl), obsession, probably a praise kink (who am I kidding? it's for sure a theme), jealousy/light possessiveness, sugar baby origins, unprotected sex, a lil drop of rough sex, marking, fingering, mention of multiple orgasms, public spicy stuff, light choking, scratching, nibbling, dry humping, & that's it, babes.
àšà§ A/N: This baby has sorta just been chilling in the drafts cause I kinda get nervous to post sometimes but I'm gonna let her be free now. This one focuses on Hwa moreso but Joong and San will get their time too. Yunho's also a part of this, just not quite yet. So, yes, I hope you like it!
Observe a weekly study session held by three best friends. It takes place every Sunday, almost ritualistically so, at 3:00pm sharp in the apartment of ringleader Kim Hongjoong. Situated at the top floor of an old university office turned luxury apartment building, it has a vintage charm to it that somehow makes it feel more absurdly expensive than it already is.Â
Observe that, despite their long held agreement that this is a âstudyâ session, no oneâs actually studying. Not Choi San lounging in the brown Italian leather chair, mindlessly chewing on one of the legs of his round rimmed glasses when he should be wearing them instead.Â
Not Hongjoong painstakingly rearranging the shoes by the door. Seonghwaâs black Dior Oxfords canât go near Hongjoongâs custom leather Prada sneakers. They are custom after all.Â
Not Seonghwa whoâs leaning by the window doodling on the crisp pages of his $200 copy of the Netter Atlas of Human Anatomy, an act that would be blasphemous to someone like him on any other day.
But no oneâs doing anything theyâd do on a normal day because this isnât a normal day. Theyâre distracted, unable to peel their minds free from the events of last night and itâs all your fault.Â
Staring down at the space between his legs, San can only think about the fact that you were there. You, the new girl with your pretty face and soft cheeks. Cheeks that were even softer as he gently cupped them, pressing the tip of his cock to the back of your throat.
The way that you whimpered, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth, is etched into his memory. If he could rewind time heâd do it over and over just to hear those same whimpers muffled by his cum filling your cheeks. You swallowed him so well, not spilling a drop.
âSuch a good girlâ heâd whispered, petting your hair as your head lay in his lap. Such a good, good girl.Â
By the window, Seonghwaâs still sketching away. The level of intensity and focus on his face does wonders to make it appear as if the motion of his hand has even a shred of intent behind it. None of it means anything, just a half hearted attempt at busying a brain that keeps reminding him how he fucked you against the very window he leans upon. This exact spot actually.Â
You, with your plush body and sweet voice had begged, as his lips met yours, âPlease donât stop.â It was pure bliss to have your nails digging into his forearms, the walls of your deliciously warm pussy clenching around him.
You were wet enough that your thighs were almost too slippery to grip when he parted them to sink in deeper. No girl has ever been that needy for him before, so desperate to be ruined by him. Fuck, he wants to ruin you.Â
âI need a drinkâ Hongjoong huffs, rushing off to the kitchen. Drinkingâs never been something heâs just done. He considers self medication through alcohol to be silly but what else is he meant to do? He needs something to overwhelm his palate and kill the nagging craving to taste you on his tongue.
You, with your bright eyes and innocent smile, had hopped your cute ass on the counter and let him drink from your pussy until he saw stars. How adorable youâd been, kicking your feet each time his tongue stimulated your sensitive clit, his fingers teasing your sweet spot. âOne more for meâ he cooed and you gave him exactly what he wanted. More.
Itâs all any of them want now. More, more, more. They made a promise to each other that what happened last night could only ever happen again if you were all together. The four of you. Not three. Certainly not two. The boys would do with you what best friends do with all things, share, but sharingâs much easier said than done when you donât truly want to.Â
Seonghwa slams his book shut, snapping back to reality at a speed too dizzying for the others. âI need to goâ Seonghwa announces, scrambling to shove his things into his bag. San sits up in the chair, popping his glasses back on.
âGo? Where are you going?â
âI, uh, I have to go look for something. Iâll see you guys later.â
Hongjoong steps back into the living room just in time to hear the door slam as Seonghwa exits. âWhereâs he off to?â A question with only one logical answer that pisses San off the second it dawns on him.
âWhere do you think?â
The scholarships arenât nearly enough. They were enough to get you here but being able to stay? Thatâs a different story. And so you find yourself here on a Sunday evening, picking up hours at the universityâs library to make some extra money.
Itâs a grueling schedule. Weekdays waitressing at a five star restaurant, weekends at the library, and every waking hour outside of that spent with your face buried in your books. Well, almost every waking hour. Lately youâve managed to find time for other things.
Wheeling a cart full of books down one of the aisles, you nearly run over some girlâs feet. âHey, watch it!â she shouts, shooting you a look that says she wants to tear your head off. âIâm really sorryâ you apologize, slinking to the side to let her squeeze past.
âThese shoes cost more than your rent, you know that?â she spits before storming off in the other direction.
Everyoneâs like that here, always throwing their money in your face. Mommy and daddyâs money anyway. You donât have what they do, itâs like they can smell it on you, and theyâll never let you forget it. âThese shoes cost more than your rent, you know that?â you mock, picking up a book to slip onto one of the shelves. âTheyâre fucking hideous anyway.âÂ
âUh, hey, everything okay?â a voice asks from behind you. You jump, nearly tripping over one of the cartâs wheels. Seonghwa grabs you by the arm before you lose your footing. Your knight in shining armor. Well, a cardigan really but close enough, right?
âOh my god, Seonghwa. You canât sneak up on me like that. Youâre gonna give me a heart attack.â
âItâs a libraryâ he laughs, straightening out your shirt, âI thought we were supposed to be quiet.â
âNot that quiet! What are you doing here anyway?â
That came out a bit harsher than you intended. Thankfully Seonghwa finds it cute when youâre sassy. âYunho told me you work here on weekends and I thoughtâŠI wanted to see you.â âSee me?â you ask, the book now clutched in your arms like a stuffed animal.
Seonghwa moves between you and the cart, pinning you against one of the shelves. This position feels familiar, a flash of heat rushing over your body and settling between your legs. Seonghwa toys with the hem of your short skirt, his knuckles brushing your exposed thigh.
âDo you like it?â
âHmm?â
âWorking two jobs. Do you like it?â
âHonestly, I hate it.â You draw in a sharp breath when his fingertips touch the marks he left behind on you last night. Sneaking both hands beneath your skirt, he traces your hips, relishing in the fullness of them.
Your thighs part and he carefully eases his knee between them, the moist cotton of your panties all that separates your aching core from his slacks. Seonghwa leans in to nibble at your bottom lip, âThen quit.â âHwa, you know I canât, ahâŠâ you squeak, the book tumbling to the ground as he slowly grinds you along his leg.
He kisses you tenderly, angling you forward to stimulate your clit in just the right way. Seonghwa can already feel you soaking through his pants. You get wet so easily for him and it eats away at his self control. âQuitâ he repeats, âI can get you a job at one of my fatherâs offices. His secretaries there donât really do anything. You can kind of just sit there and be pretty. I know you can do that.â
Letting go of your waist, he pulls back enough to watch how perfectly your tits sit as you ride his thigh. âLook at you, doing so well already.âÂ
The quiet one. Thatâs how Yunho described Seonghwa before you met him. Heâs quiet but no more innocent than the others are. Never let that innocent exterior fool you, he has a switch and when it flips heâs someone you wonât even recognize.
That switch, you can see it flipping on and off. His eyes bright with admiration one second and darkening with lust the next. Thereâs something dangerous about him but you arenât exactly harmless now, are you?Â
âYouâd do that for me?â you ask, taking his hand and pressing it to your cheek. You nuzzle into his palm, taking his thumb between your lips. âOf course I would. IâdâŠâ he loses his train of thought as you start sucking his thumb, the rhythm of your hips picking up speed.
âAnything you want.â
You can feel his pulse quickening. See his face taking on a pink hue. Your breathing grows shallow, the tension building in your core making your body shudder. âSo closeâ you whine, running his hand down to your neck, âI want you to make me cum.âÂ
Anything you want. Anything for you. Seonghwa holds you by the neck, his other hand slipping into your panties. âCum for me then like a good girl. Like my good girl.â
Thereâs a chance someone could hear you. Between the splashing of his fingers in your juices and the moans that spill out from your lips onto his, thereâs more than enough noise to draw a little attention. Thatâs what makes it hotter. What has his cock straining against his pants and your eyes glossing over as the tension finally snaps.
Ruin you, thatâs what he wanted to do, and look at you now, coming undone so wonderfully. How can he be anything short of obsessed with you?Â
âSo gorgeous when youâre falling apart.â
âOnly when Iâm falling apart?â you ask, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder. Seonghwa wraps an arm around your waist, kissing you on the forehead.
âNo,â he sighs, âAnd I think that might be the death of me.â
iâm blushing like a schoolgirl rn omg ⊠i so need more IMMEDIATELY !! (take ur time tho op but like this just changed my life) this is so amazing âŠ
"Yunho, you used too many," you giggle as the flower crown of freshly picked dandelions Yunho just made slides down your forehead, covering your eyes. The afternoon sunshine dances slowly through the leaves of the trees. The cool breeze makes your eyelashes flutter slightly, and there doesn't seem to be a cloud in the sky.
You raise your hands to your head, lifting the flower crown from your eyes and place it in a better position so that it slouched more towards your neck. The petals are fragrant, tickling the top of your forehead, and are a beautiful sunshine yellow. Yunho smiles softly, his eyes creasing slightly and lifts his hands to your face. His thumbs rub circles on your cheeks, and he looks towards the floor with a flicker of embarrassment.
"How is it that I get to be with someone as beautiful as you? ____, you make my heart beat that little bit faster with every breath you take,"
And you place your hand to mirror his, creating circles of your own on his face. Then you lean closer towards him and place a kiss upon his nose. "Just lucky, I guess," you whisper before falling back to lay on the ground, pointing at clouds shaped like flowers as though nothing had happened.
hi đ it's me, I'm trying to get back into posting imagines, please bear with me ~
pairing: jongho x gn reader / genre: fluff, idiots to lovers, bf2l / wc: 1.2k / tw: smoking mentions, tooth rooting fluff ig
summary: two weeks ago you ran away after kissing your best friend "accidentally". tonight he seems to want to talk about it.
another one for the #tipsydrabbles [finally] thanks to @toikiii for the perfection of this banner *narcissistic, my god i love it* <3
âHey!âÂ
You whine at the sudden intrusion, as Jongho takes the cigarette you were about to light from your hand, holding it between two fingers as if the touch of it would soil his skin.Â
âI told you this one was the last oneâŠâ you continue, trying to take it from his hand as he holds it high out of your reach.Â
âNot on my watch.â
âThbbbt.â you protested, sitting again on the metal base of the water tower as you had before, giving up not really putting out a fight. The sound of the people chatting and laughing in the balcony below you sounding muffled in your head.Â
âY/n.â Jongho snarled, throwing the cigarette away without even looking where it landed. âWhy would you want to smoke though?, Thought you said you had quit it.â
âI told you I feel anxiousâŠâÂ
âAbout?.â He said, sitting beside you. When you lowered your head with no response, Jongho softened his tone, asking again. âIs it because of what happened?.âÂ
You frowned, feeling embarrassed by confirming that he did in fact remember, even if you knew there was no chance he wouldnât.Â
Jongho looked up to the sky, hands intertwined, thumb pressing into his palms to calm himself down. âWe should have talked about it last week, it wouldnât be so awkward right now.âÂ
âYeah, thatâs exactly why I came up here, Iâm embarrassed to even look at you.âÂ
âOuch.âÂ
âNo Not like that!.â your burst out.Â
Your heart seems like it's going to get out of your chest at any moment. Jongho looked up at you and your eyes met for a moment. For a few seconds you counted the steps you needed to get back to the apartment and then run through the door, but you knew Jonghoâs strength from when it wasnât awkward to tease him, and it was definitely something you wouldnât want to mess with.Â
âY/n.â Jongho repeats, standing up to be eye level with you. You sigh out loud, realizing thereâs no turning back to this talk, itâs better to just get done with it.
âJongho, I would love to lie and say nothingâs wrongâŠâÂ
âYou've been avoiding me,â Jongho interrupts, grabbing your arm just by the hem of your sleeve, so gentle you can even stop to observe the gesture. âSince we kissed.â You open your eyes so wide at him and he chuckles dryly. âJesus, you really hated it.â He hides his face behind both hands, sitting again.
 âNo!â you whine again, looking at him concerned. The way he is curled up, hands over his face makes you want to throw yourself at him and just tell him that is not what he thinks at all. Tell him that in fact, you havenât been able to think of anything else but the way his lips felt over yours. âJonghoâŠâ.Â
You slide to his side, removing his hands from his face. His dark eyes sparkle just like they were back that night, two weeks ago. That time he also had to go after you, after you disappeared to take a look of the city on top of the hill you were camping at. He had also snatched a cig from your hands back then, but that time you were bubbly laughing at his scolding, teasing him by trying to take a drag right from where he held the smoke between his fingers.Â
Both of you had underestimated just how close you were, and in one sudden movement you were right in front of each other's faces, but none of you moved.Â
Almost ten years of friendship, ten years of not so silently but indirectly crushing over him, It all could be gone if you do it.Â
Thatâs what you thought back then.Â
Middle school, high school and now adulthood moments spent with him, only to throw it away in that moment?. Â
Well, the answer was apparently yes as you had lifted on your ankles a little bit, feeling Jonghoâs jaw lightly brushing over yours. It only took a look of his full lips slightly parted, the sound of his breath and how he tried to hold it, for you to press your lips over his.Â
You closed your eyes, trying to take his bottom lip in, and he had let you. You bit it slowly deciding that that you had to do, before trying to break away until his hand pressed against your back stopping you.Â
Jongho threw the cig away too that time, and held the back of your head with his now free hand. He took in both of your lips, and bit both of them back. It was warm and sweet, but also impatient and desperate, as if he had waited too long to finally feel the taste of your lips.Â
In that moment, just when your knees were about to give up on you, a friendâs voice sounded too close, having come to look for you both and you abruptly parted away from him, running towards whoever that was.Â
You avoided looking at him since that night, and just today have come to see him again.Â
âJongho,â you repeat. And he turns to look at you. A concerned look on his face, the same pouty and pretty lips he had back then. âWait, when we kissed?.â
Your brain is finally clicking at his choice of words. Days and nights ripping your hair out thinking you had just thrown yourself at him, and he had just responded due to embarrassment, the romanticism of the moment, it was too cliche not to⊠but he had said that you both did.Â
âHuh?â He raised an eyebrow.Â
âWE kissed!.â you shout, making Jongho scoff, looking behind him as if someone would come up thanks to you shouting.Â
âYeahâŠâ he repeated, standing up. âIâm sorry if you thought it was weird, I just,â
âIâve always wanted to kiss you like that.â you got a little closer, a smile draws on your face, lips still pursed. âPlatonically, since we were kids, but now itâs different.âÂ
Jonghoâs face lit up with your words, the corners of his mouth resisting on becoming a full on smile. You get closer to him with tiny steps, this time isnât accidental, you just place yourself in front of him hoping for the best.Â
Jongo finally gives in and his gummy smile is on full display, like it does when he is too content to contain himself. âYou are so dumb, running away from me when we could have been kissing all these days.â He gets even closer, cupping your face and placing soft pecks on your cheeks, your nose and finally your lips. This time he starts softly at first until you can feel his tongue tasting every inch of your mouth until you run out of breath.Â
You hug him tightly without letting go of him, taking just the air you need before pulling him into another kiss and another, until you have to stop thinking you might consume his lips entirely. Â
âWould you kiss me again everyday, and then again after that?.â Jongho mumbles. The melodic tone of his voice makes you knees weak.Â
You nodded frantically, happy to make that promise.Â
summary â” Since you were little kids Seonghwa and you always lived from one promise to the other.
pairing â” seonghwa x reader
genre â” childhood friends
note â” a homage to seonghwa's pink hair đ
word count â” 650 words
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âWhen we grow up letâs go to university in Seoul like the cool kids!â
The small boy was hesitant. âSeoul? You mean leaving our village? I donât knowâŠ.â
You held your pinky out towards him. âYes I bet it will be fun! Together you and I. Letâs promise it each other.â
Thats how it always went between the two of you. One promise after the other. The two of you were inseparable since you were little.
And just how you made that promise back then, you two were packing your stuff for Seoul. WellâŠ.more likely you were packing your stuff. The other person was too busy going through your stuff than being much of a help.
âWow these hair bows suit me better than they did on you back in kindergarten.â
âIâm saying this for the last time.If you wonât help, then for the love of god, PLEASE get lostâ
You just glared at the tall idiot sitting cross-legged in front of the mirror, who was trying his way through the box of all the different hair clips and bows you used to wear when you were little.
âDamn can I keep these bows? They fit my hair colo-"
âGo home. Please. You are no help.â
âBut my home is so far awayâ, he fake pouted while rummaging through the box.
âYou literally live next door.â
You knew there was no point in arguing with him, so you just gave up and sat next to him, ignoring the giant pile of stuff you still had to go through. Packing can wait for a moment, right?
âOh I remember my grandma gifting you that hair clip. Didnât think you would have kept it.â
âOf course, you sillyâ you looked into his hands, him holding the resin hairclip adorned with small crystals. âThat one was one of my favorites back then. And still is.â
Your eyes looked up to take a glance at Seonghwa, and you couldnât help but to burst out in laughter.
âExcuse me. What you laughing at?â, he over dramatically snapped at you.
âI think you have enough hair clips in your hair. How about we get them out and you help me packing?â
He just whined in response like a little child. Something he always loved to do to piss you off.
âItâs unfair that I helped you and that your stuff is all packed and now you are here playing dress up instead of helping me. You promised me. Câmon, Mister Park.â
You dragged him down at his shoulders so that his head was now placed onto your lap.
Carefully, you took out each hairtie and clip that were tangled in his hair.
âYou sure you wanna keep your pink hair?â
The tall boy, who was enjoying the makeshift hair treatment just shrugged. âI donât know. Or do you want me to dye it back to black?â
His eyes were now looking up to you, waiting for your answer.
âNo, not necessarily. I just remembered you debating it because you didnât want to be the center of attention at university. But to be honest any hair color suits you. You should decide what you want not what I want.â
âYou know I would do anything for you.â
The sudden shift in his voice sent butterflies straight to your stomach. And something gave you the feeling that he didnât mean the hair dying topic in particular.
âYou would?â
âYes. I promise. Anythingâ, he whispered.
Slowly you leaned in towards his face just to whisper your response back to him.
âThen get up and help me packing, you fucking idiot.â
You pushed him of your lap and hastily stood up, so he couldnât see the blush that was creeping up your face. It wasnât the first time that you were this close to Seonghwa but has he been always that handsome?
synopsis: the arrow was meant for you but it looks like cupid shot himself instead
âLet me ask you something, how many times have I done you a favor!?âÂ
Yeosang pinched the bridge of his nose, gently massaging away the sinus headache that his very talkative mortal companion was giving him. It was times like these heâd wonder why he even bothered to befriend a human being to begin with. They were pitiful, flawed, burdensome, smelly, and overly sentimental creatures. Maybe the smelly part only pertained to Wooyoung.Â
But he was right. Wooyoung, although a little annoying at times, was a good friend to him, much better than anyone heâs ever known in Mount Olympus. It was forbidden for Gods to form relationships with humans, but Yeosang figured he was well worth the trouble.Â
âMore times than I can countâ Yeosang sighed. His mind reeled back to all the times Wooyoung helped him in the past. How many times in the past ten years has he shown up to Wooyoungâs doorstep, asking if he could crash for a few days because he got into yet another argument with his parents? Wooyoung would let him in no questions asked, scrambling around his tiny living space to build a makeshift bed for his godly friend to sleep in. The following morning, Yeosang would be woken up by the smell of buttery bread and eggs coming from the kitchen. Moments later, his humble friend would come to him with his breakfast all nicely placed onto its tray before setting it down before him. Gods didnât eat. The compulsory need to eat to sustain life was seen as mortal frailty, so the Gods didnât partake in having three meals every day. But seeing Wooyoung work so hard in preparing these meals for him made his heart a little tender, so he decided to eat whatever was given to him out of kindness. Yeosang loved the hospitality so much that he would sometimes overstay his visit, which would start to annoy Wooyoung after seeing his grocery bills had doubled.
âExactly! I let you sleep in my home and eat my food, all of which I pay for because you Gods are always broke! Not to mention all my tunics that you âborrowâ. By the way, it isnât âborrowingâ, when you take them without asking and return them to me with holes in the back!â
âWeâre not broke.â Yeosang snapped back. âCurrency is a man-made concept and I donât see why I have to pay for anything. Iâm a God. And besides, those tunics ripped only because they were cheaply made.â
Yeosang didnât look up at him, but he was certain that hot steam just blew out of Wooyoungâs ears. âThose tunics are made of the best chitons in town! And they rip because your wings are so fucking huge!âÂ
âSo what? Youâd rather I walk around with my wings on full display?âÂ
After a long pause, Wooyoung took a deep breath and lowered his voice. âYou know, itâs expensive being friends with you and I never asked you to help out once. All I asked was for this one little favor, this one little thing that shouldnât have been that difficult for you to do and you completely blew it.â
Yeosang sprang up from his seat and walked over to the balcony to get some fresh air. All that back and forth with Wooyoung was starting to suffocate him. âI told you, I missed. It happens.âÂ
Wooyoung erupted in laughter. âIt happens? Since when have you ever missed? Youâre the son of Aphrodite, the God of Love! You were born with a bow and arrow in your hands! For fucks sake, Iâve seen you shoot right on target even when youâre too drunk to stand up!â
The pronounced winged God of Love cringed at his friendâs words. He was right. Yeosangâs aim was always perfect. He could shoot an arrow right at his target even with his eyes closed. He cursed himself for saying that he missed. It was unlikely to ever happen, and Wooyoung was quick to smell bullshit. But he didnât have time to think of another excuse.Â
Wooyoung slumped down onto the chair. Tired from pacing around and yelling all afternoon, he dropped his head into his hands and groaned. âI really like her.âÂ
There he goes, Yeosang thought. Wooyoung was great at moping and getting him to feel bad for him. Itâs how he got into this mess in the first place. Wooyoung was in love, and worst of it all it was a hopeless one-sided attraction. But after all the drunken nights he had spent with Yeosang, giggling as he played matchmaker with innocent and unassuming passerbys, Wooyoung got an idea.Â
âSheâs perfect. I just want her to like me back.âÂ
Yeosang made the mistake of turning around. He was met with Wooyoungâs sad puppy dog eyes which only made him feel worse about the situation. âHave you tried talking to her?âÂ
Wooyung jolted his head back up, offended that he would even ask him that. âWell, I- of course! I talked to herâŠonceâŠbut why bother with all that when I have you to speed up the process for me? Why are you even asking me this? Just hit her with another arrow, Iâll make up another plan.âÂ
Yeosang stayed quiet. He didnât want to shoot another arrow. But he couldnât say that to him. Wooyoung gave him an earful about this mysterious girl he was head over heels for. When he came to Yeosang for help, he easily agreed to use one of his arrows on her. It was the least he could do for his friend, but truthfully he only did it to get him to shut up about her once and for all.Â
The plan was simple. When she goes into the forest to pick clementines off the trees as it was part of her weekly chores, Yeosang was to shoot her with one of his arrows of attraction. Then right on queue, Wooyoung would rush to her side which is when the girl would lock eyes with him and fall effortlessly in love. It was such an easy plan. But Yeosang couldnât go through with it.Â
I mean he wanted toâŠat first. He stood atop the tree for a while, holding his aim at his target, but he just couldnât swing the arrow. Wooyoung was right. She was beautiful. She was probably the most beautiful woman in the world. And that included his world. How was she not a goddess? He wondered how someone so beautiful like her could walk amongst mere mortals.Â
It doesnât matter if sheâs beautiful, he said to himself. Sheâs not for you. He snapped himself out of it and steadied his aim again. He was just seconds away from taking the shot but then something happened.Â
She fell.Â
She had been standing on her tippy toes for quite some time, trying to grasp her hands at the pesky little fruit, but then she lost her balance and fell rather clumsily onto the grass. Yeosang knew humans were clumsy creatures. The number of times Wooyoung had broken something or tripped over himself proved that notion. Heâd roll his eyes and tap his foot impatiently, waiting for his friend to get up and dust himself off. But he had a different reaction this time. He thought it wasâŠcute?Â
Yeosang lowered his bow and gleefully watched the poor girl get back up. He admired how she went right back to her task instead of standing around and complaining (like how his friend usually does). He enjoyed watching her do this mundane task, so much so that he didnât realize how much time had passed. The girl finally picked up her basket after she finished picking a few clementines and turned on her heel to walk back home.Â
Shit, he cursed. Wooyoung must be hiding behind a bush somewhere, wondering why he hasnât gotten his queue yet! Yeosang scrambled around his quill for the bow and took his aim again, ensuring himself that he would take the shot this time. But by the time he pointed his arrow, it was too late. She was too far off now and his arrows of attraction wouldnât be able to reach her. When Yeosang found Wooyoung behind the bushes, he told him that the plan failed. She was âmoving around too muchâ and he ultimately took a bad shot and missed.Â
But now that he reflected on what happened, Yeosang realized something. He never even took the shot. Why didnât he? He had all that time too, so why didnât he just do it? Was he distracted by the girlâs beauty? Or was it something else? Something else that he maybe doesnât want to admit?Â
âYouâll do it again, wonât you?âÂ
Yeosang tensed up. He wanted to say no. The God of Love was in love. After years of playing matchmaker, it seemed that he was now the target and the girl had taken her aim at him. He wasnât sure if he liked this feeling. Is this how it feels when you fall in love with someone? Why would anyone want this? Suddenly, he pitied subjecting so many innocent people to this kind of pain. He hadnât even said a single word to her and she was already tormenting his mind. The image of her hair, her face, her fingers, just every essence of her was fogging his brain. That along with the guilt of betraying his friend made him feel sick.Â
âRight?â
Regardless of being lovesick and feeling like a terrible friend, he knew that at the end of the day he wanted her for himself. Maybe thatâs why he couldnât shoot the arrow. He thought she wouldâve been wasted on Wooyoung. A girl of her stature deserved to walk in the heavens alongside a God. He couldnât bear the thought of letting Wooyoung have her so easily.Â
âYeosang?â
âHmm?â Yeosang hummed. He realized he was quietly thinking for so long that it was starting to worry Wooyoung. He quickly reassured him. âOh, right. Yeah, just tell me the time and place and Iâll take it from there.âÂ
Wooyong beamed, which gave Yeosang some relief since he wasnât used to seeing his friend so gloomy. âYouâre the best!â Wooyoung ran over and gave him a tight squeeze. Yeosang smiled and hugged his friend back. His warm and joyful expression soon turned emotionless and cold. He loved his friend but he still couldnât let him have her. Yeosang sighed deeply into Wooyoungâs shoulder. What the fuck am I gonna do now?
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