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⧠at the same damn time (w/ chanyeol) ⧠summary: your noisy neighbor and his best friend share everything, even sex. ⧠content: smut, threesome, degradation, oral sex, fingering, raw sex, face fucking, multiple orgasms, junmyeon x f!reader x chanyeol, 2.1k words
⧠'cause i'm just a half without you ⧠summary: your ex, couldnât get over you, even when he was playing the most important match of his career. ⧠content: smut, angst, exes to lovers, college au, raw sex, footballplayer!junmyeon x f!reader, 3k words
⧠jump your body to me ⧠summary: you found your boyfriend trying on his new cowboy outfit. ⧠content: smut, oral sex (both receiving), face fucking, degradation, dumbification, daddy kink, cum eating, dom!junmyeon x subf!reader, 2.4k words
⧠let your body run your mind â request .á ⧠summary: he thought he had everything under control, until he saw a small piece of your bra. ⧠content: smut, established relationship, slightly public sex, breast play, fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), junmyeon x f!reader, 2.3k words
⧠i go back to you, back to you... every time! â request .á ⧠summary: you never expected he would act completely different after the breakup. ⧠content: smut, lovers to exes to enemies to lovers, angst, oral sex (f. receiving), mirror sex, rough sex, raw sex, idol!junmyeon x idolf!reader, 7.7k words
⧠you're a pain twisted by fate ⧠summary: in the eyes of the castle, he was your knight, the one who protected you with his whole life. ⧠content: royal au, light smut, angst, unforbidden love, raw sex, knight!junmyeon x princess!reader, 2.3k words
⧠[ 12:04am ] ⧠summary: that night, you discovered a new side of junmyeon. ⧠content: smut, age gap, foreplay, oral sex, raw sex, aftercare, dilf!junmyeon x f!reader, 4.4k words
⧠enemies with benefits ⧠summary: you ainât even friends, just enemies with benefits. ⧠content: smut, plot with porn, office au, enemies to fb, oral sex (both receiving), slight sub and dom leaning, fingering, marathon sex, facesitting, masturbation, raw sex, dirty talking, edging, creampie, overstimulation, junmyeon x f!reader, 11.7k words
áŻâ DRABBLES:
⧠save a horse, ride a cowboy ⧠content: smut, unprotected sex, cowboy!junmyeon x f!reader, 1k words
⧠fell me breathing ⧠content: smut, phone sex, masturbation, exes to _, veryneedy!junmyeon x f!reader, 1,2k words
⧠can't deny this love â request .á ⧠content: smut, established relationship, drunk sex, unprotected sex, junmyeon x f!reader, 0,9k words
⧠just take it easy â request .á ⧠content: sfw, fluff, kinda suggestive, junmyeon x gn!reader, 0,9k words
⧠birthday wishes ⧠content: sfw, fluff, 0,3k words
⧠public teasing â request .á ⧠suggestive, ot9
⧠them conforting you â request .á ⧠sfw, ot9, a bit angsty
⧠them as ass or boob person â request .á ⧠nsfw, ot9
áŻâ SERIES:
⧠christmas' advent calendar 2025 ⧠25 days of ot9 content, mostly smut, each drabble/one shot contains its content warning in the description.
⧠exo and madeinmyeon's annyversary ⧠april and may scheduler with the 9 members, sfw and nsfw content
ËËË ę° ZHANG YIXING ęąËËË
áŻâ ONE SHOTS:
⧠angel in desguise â request .á ⧠summary: tired of his workaholic agenda, your defiant actions reveal a dominant side of yixing you craved. ⧠content: smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, mirror sex, dom!yixing x subf!reader, 2,1k words
⧠slow dance â request .á ⧠summary: the nightmare of his students was ready to lose it all before the show, and ended up getting involved too. ⧠content: smut, casual sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, oral sex (m. receiving), mirror sex, cum shot, yixing x f!reader, 2,4k words
⧠let's cut it â request .á ⧠summary: you had a fight with your boyfriend and things ended up spicy. ⧠content: smut, rough sex, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dom!yixing x subf!reader, 1,5k words
⧠behind the door â request .á ⧠summary: yixing, your boss and boyfriend, was blind of jealousy. ⧠content: smut, established relationship, unprotected sex, fingering, bondage kink, pussy slapping, oral sex (both receiving), overstimulation, dom!yixing x subf!reader, 4k words
⧠on my way to hold you tight â request .á ⧠summary: things went too far during sex and you couldn't use your safe word ⧠content: mention of sexual and bdsm themes, comfort, after care, yixing x f!reader, 1,5k words
áŻâ DRABBLES:
⧠cats, ice creams and... dinner? â request .á ⧠content: sfw, non idol au, fluff, girldad!yixing x gn!reader, 1,1k words
áŻâ HEADCANONS:
⧠type of husband â request .á ⧠+0,5 words of sfw, +0,6 words after the mdni divider
⧠type of husband â request .á ⧠+0,5 words of sfw, +0,4 words after the mdni divider
ËËË ę° KIM JONGDAE ęąËËË
áŻâ ONE SHOTS:
⧠let's fall in love again â request .á ⧠content: best friends to lovers, smut, praising kink, unprotected sex, jongdae x f!reader
áŻâ DRABBLES:
⧠put me in a headlock â request .á ⧠content: smut, fingering, choking kink, jongdae x f!reader, 0,4k words
ËËË ę° PARK CHANYEOL ęąËËË
áŻâ ONE SHOTS:
⧠drown in you ⧠summary: you ended up in your ex's bed. ⧠content: smut, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, ex to lovers, chanyeol x f!reader, 4,2k words
⧠at the same damn time (w/ junmyeon) ⧠summary: your noisy neighbor and his best friend share everything, even sex. ⧠content: smut, threesome, degradation, oral sex, fingering, unprotected sex, spanking, hair pulling, face fucking, multiple orgasms, squirting, cumshot, junmyeon x f!reader x chanyeol, 2,1k words
⧠fuck it, now i'm running with you ⧠summary: your best friend accidentally sent you a nude. ⧠content: smut, best friend to fwb, oral sex (both receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, doggy, p i v, messy sex (spit, sweat, cum), cum shot, bigdick!chanyeol x f!reader, 3,1k words
áŻâ DRABBLES:
⧠don't dress up ⧠content: smut, established relationship, morning sex, unprotected sex, needy!chanyeol x f!reader, 0,6k words
⧠without you, without me ⧠summary: he was devastated by grief and didnât want to live anymore ⧠content: angst, mention of grief, su!cide, s/a, mental disorders, 1,8k words
⧠i'm fading away, hold me â request .á ⧠summary: if he left, there was only an empty space and tears in your apartment. ⧠content: sfw, angst with happy ending, lovers to exes to ___, mention of breakup, comfort, fluff, kyungsoo x gn!reader, 2,4k words
⧠needy. â request .á ⧠summary: kyungsoo can't say no to you. ⧠content: fwb, angst, smut, drunk sex, messy sex, raw sex, masturbation, cum eating, kyungsoo x gn!reader, 2,4k words
áŻâ DRABBLES:
⧠sweet release â request .á ⧠content: smut, established relationship, oral sex (f. receiving), fingering, aftercare, kyungsoo x f!reader, 0,9k words
ËËË ę° OH SEHUN ęąËËË
áŻâ ONE SHOTS:
⧠jealousy, jealousy ⧠summary: he just wanted all your attention. ⧠content: smut, oral sex (f. receiving), possessiveness, dom!sehun x sub!reader, 2,8k words
⧠love comes back â request .á ⧠summary: sehun just wanted to protect you from the media. ⧠content: angst, established relationship, sfw, idol au, idol!sehun x idol!reader, 2,1k words
⥠summary: you ain't even friends, just enemies with benefits.
⥠content: highly +18 content, mdni, smut, plot with porn, office au, enemies to fb (but the thing is you're not buddies lmao), mention of alcohol, swearing, mention of drunk sex, oral sex (both receiving), slight sub and dom leaning (switchies!!), fingering, marathon sex, facesitting (pussydrunk!junmyeon), masturbation, slight dacryphilia, raw sex, dirty talking, edging, slight choking, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, squirting | junmyeon x f!reader | wordcount: 11.7k words (10.9k certified enemies behavior + 0.8k bonus!!!)
⥠a/note: omg, it's finally here !!!! pls read the content warning first bc this is probably the nastiest thing i've ever written... but yeah, i'm not sorry !!! i really hope this is worth the wait and all the hype i've build up around. alsooo, happy birthday to the love of my life, my junmyeonnie. mhwaaa <3
You were still drained from last night and whatever reckless truce that happened.
The mattress shifted as Junmyeon moved, his heavy arm finally lifting from your waist. He didnât bother being gentle as he untucked the covers, leaving your naked body exposed to the morning chill. You let out a frustrated whine at his sheer lack of manners.
âYouâre remarkably annoying this morning,â you muttered into your pillow, your voice muffled, as you tried to tuck yourself into the sheets. âItâs dark outside, câmon!â
Junmyeon let out a low, mocking laugh. Of course, he did it on purpose. âYouâre welcome,â he replied, his voice grating on your nerves. You heard the metallic slide of a zipper as he stepped into his jeans. âSunrises are inspiring, yâknow?â
âGet out!â Tired of him and his effortless energy, you bolted upright, grabbed the decorative pillow beside you, and hurled it with every bit of strength you had left. Junmyeon leaned to the left, letting it thud harmlessly against the doorframe.
âBetter luck next time,â he threw back, his laugh raspy and entirely too triumphant. âSee you later, loser!â He was already halfway out the door.
Frustrated, you tried to make yourself sleep again, but when you were about to fall asleep, the distinct shut of the main door echoed through your quiet apartment. He was finally gone, heading back to his own place, which happened to be right next door.
The rivalry between you and Junmyeon was built in your first week; the air in the office seemed to sharpen whenever you both occupied the same room. You didnât just disagree on everything; you two were capable of sabotaging each other if that meant the end of the otherâs ego.
If you hit your sales goals, he tripled his. If he delivered a flawless presentation, you spent the next three hours perfecting a rebuttal that made his data look like a rough draft. You were both relentless, stubborn, fueled by a mutual, unspoken agreement that there was only room for one of you at the top. The âSeller of the Monthâ wasnât just a prize anymore; it was the ultimate proof of superiority, and youâd rather work yourself to the bone than let him win.
The office had grown used to that tension between you. They joked about your rivalry, and saw the way you rolled your eyes when he spoke, and the way his jaw tightened whenever you took the lead in a meeting. They called it a personality clash, seeing it as an actual show.
Then came that team dinner.
The atmosphere was loud and celebratory, but you and Junmyeon were locked in your own private war. Both drunk, at the end of the table, arguing over a lead heâd clearly stolen from you.
The tension followed you on the shared taxi all the way home, finally boiling over as the elevator doors slid shut. You were barking at him, your face inches from him, fueled by months of suppressed adrenaline, ready to tear him apartâyour finger poking into the fabric of his chest.
Junmyeon was tense. He didnât argue back, at least, not with words. He moved closer, one hand slamming into the metal wall, the other one sliding down to grip your waist with bruising force. His mouth crashed onto yours to silence you. It was a collision. Stunned, you tasted his rage, but didnât stop him. You pulled him into your space with a violence that surprised you both, your nails clawing through his shirt, searching for skin to punish.
By the time the doors opened to hisâand yourâfloor, the war transitioned into something deeper. You two stumbled into his apartment, mouths still locked in a battle for dominance, trying to rip each other's clothes off.
The drinks had blinded you, blurring the hatred into a raw heat. Junmyeon backed you onto the bed, his movements jagged and demanding. He didnât have to ask; your eyes said everything. You watched him drop between your legs, his eyes dark with hunger as he stripped away the last of your defenses.
When his mouth finally made contact with your soft skin, it was electric. He clearly knew what he was doing, tracing the sensitive lines of your inner thighs before focusing entirely on your pussy with a relentless hunger. Junmyeon was eating you out like he had been starving for months, his fingers hooked into your hips to hold you still while he drank you in.
âShitâJunmyeon!â
Your fingers pulled his hair enough to make him moan against your folds. The sounds of wetness and his ragged, hot breath were so erotic that your legs were already shaking. He pushed harder, swirling his tongue in rhythmic circles until you were sobbing his name again, and again.
âFuckâŚâ he groaned. âYou taste so fucking good.â
Junmyeon was winning. He knew it. You knew it, too. And yes, he wanted to be the only thing you could feel, the only thing you remembered as long as your inner thighs clamped his face, and your inner walls clenched at anything, already trembling against his mouth, knowing he was making you have the best orgasm in a long time.
But you werenât finished. As soon as he tasted the last drop and hovered over you, your mouth crashed against his with possessive strength. When he finally sank into you, the sensation was overwhelming. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to force him to stop being gentle. Of course, he got your silent beg and fucked you like your body had been made specifically for him. Each trust was a claim, each movement a silent way to call you his.
You traded bites on the shoulders and neck. You scratched down his back, your fingers tangled in his hair as you arched up to meet him, like you were competing to see who would break first. Every time he hit that perfect, sweet spot, heâd let out a growl against the crook of your neck, and youâd respond by pulling him deeper, refusing to let him have the final word.
When the end finally came, it was a mutual destruction. Junmyeon collapsed over you, his skin slick with sweat and his breathing ragged, his weight pinning you to the mattress. You werenât any better, your fingers trembling, debating whether to hold him or not. But... both of you refused to really move.
âT-this was a mistake, Kim,â you breathed, breaking the ice, your voice a shaky whisper.
Junmyeon shifted, his jaw tightening as he looked down at you, his eyes still dark and unhinged. âThe worst one of my life.â
However, his hand was already sliding back down to your hip, his thumb tracing the jagged mark heâd left there. Of course, you did fuck again that night, and the next days after... and the next weeks, like hooking up and hating each other were part of a balance.
You walked into the office with your jaw set and your stomach growling, the lack of breakfast making your temper a live wire. The moment you rounded the corner, you saw him.
Junmyeon was leaning against the edge of your desk, looking infuriatingly composed in a charcoal three-piece suit that hugged his shoulders perfectly. The silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose were a direct insult to your exhaustionâhe looked stupidly, effortlessly attractive for 9 AM, especially for a man who had spent the night losing his mind in your sheets.
âYouâre a minute late,â he noted, checking his watch with a slow, deliberate movement. A small, mocking smirk played on his lips. âHaving trouble getting out of bed this morning?â
âMove,â you snapped, dropping your purse onto your chair with a heavy thug, âif you donât wanna die today.â
Junmyeon let out a soft, raspy laugh. âRude.â
âGet off my desk,â you shot back, finally meeting his eyes. âGo hover over somewhere else and let me work.â
âEasy, easy. I was just making sure you hadnât fainted from exhaustion,â he whispered, leaning in just enough for you to catch his scent. âYou seemed quite drained.â
âIn your dreams,â you hissed, your eyes flashing. âNow get out before I report you for being a pain in the ass.â
Junmyeon straightened up, adjusting his cuffs with a smug, triumphant look. âSee you at the briefing. Try to keep up.â
He could be incredibly annoying for no reason, and the urge to punch his perfect features was clear now, but he escaped before you could do anything.
And just like that, the rest of the morning was a blur of spreadsheets and mounting irritation.
âHey, Junmyeon,â Chanyeol said, pointing toward his own neck. âYou okay? Youâve got a couple of marks right there.â
You froze. Your hand was hovering over the print button, almost crumpling the documents in your other hand, your heart hammering against your ribs.
Junmyeon didnât even flinch. He reached up, casually adjusting his tie, his expression the picture of bored indifference. âOh, those? Just a mosquito. A very aggressive one. I think it got into my apartment last night and wouldnât let me sleep.â
âA mosquito?â Chanyeol asked, skeptical. âThat looks more likeââ
âYeah,â Junmyeon interrupted, his voice flat and professional, though you caught the way his eyes darted toward you for a fraction of a second. âAnyway, about those quarterly projectionsâŚâ
You had to bite the inside of your cheek. The mental image of Junmyeon growling into your ear while you sank your teeth into his neck was a vivid memory from last night. You kept your back to them, staring intently at the printer tray, trying to erase it from your mind.
Later that day, the only thing more hollow than your stomach was your patience. You marched into the break room, desperate for a caffeine fix to dampen the hunger pangs, only to find the source of your misery already there.
Junmyeon was standing by the counter, leaning over his mug with an air of smug tranquility. Just as he reached out to lift the steaming cup to his lips, you swiped it from under his hand with a fluid, practiced motion.
âHey!â he protested, his hand clutching at empty air as he turned a sharp glare toward you. âThatâs mine. Get your own.â
âConsider it a tax,â you snapped, taking a long, defiant sip while looking him dead in the eye. âItâs entirely your fault I havenât eaten a single thing today.â
Junmyeon let out a low, raspy chuckle, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms. The movement made the charcoal fabric of his suit jacket pull tight across his chest. âAre you really this worked up over a yogurt? It was a strawberry. You donât even like strawberries that much.â
âIt was my strawberry yogurt, you thief,â you hissed. âAnd you knew exactly what you were doing when you cleared it out of my fridge.â
âI was hungry,â he said simply, a playful glint in his eyes that made you want to kick him. âBesides, youâre much more interesting when youâre hangry.â
You reached past him, your hand diving into his open lunch bag on the counter. Before he could react, you snatched the last thick slice of crusty bread heâd tucked away. âThen Iâm taking this.â
âHey! Thatâs mine!â
You stood your ground, the stolen bread in one hand and his coffee in the other, feeling the familiar adrenaline that only he could provoke.
âThatâs mine now,â you muttered, already backing toward the door.
âCâmere!â he retorted, his voice dropping into that dangerous, low register. âI donât wanna repeat it again.â
You stopped at the threshold, a slow, predatory smile spreading across your face. You let your gaze drift pointedly to his neck, where the collar of his expensive shirt was still struggling to do its job.
âJunmyeon,â your voice dripping with sweet, faux-concern. âMaybe you should spend your lunch break hiding those âmosquito bitesâ. Thatâs a lack of professionalism, yâknow?â
His smug expression didnât just fadeâit fractured to the point you thought his glasses had broken. For a split second, the composed version of him vanished.
Junmyeon opened his mouth to fire backâlikely to remind you exactly who had left those marksâbut the words died in his throat. He watched you stand there, defiantly chewing on his sourdough and holding his coffee like a trophy, and for once, he had no arguments.
You saw his jaw work, his eyes dark with a mixture of sheer annoyance and a kind of heat. Junmyeon looked genuinely surprised that youâd had the nerve to weaponize his own lie against him.
âJust⌠get out,â he finally muttered. He only had the heavy, frustrated weight of a man who knew heâd just been played at his own game.
âMy pleasure,â you hummed, a purr of pure satisfaction.
You sauntered out of the break room without looking back, but you could practically feel his gaze burning holes into the back of your neck. He wouldnât follow you, and he certainly wouldnât admit to anyone that you were the reason for his sudden silence. Junmyeon was too proud to let the office know that his rival had just walked off with his breakfast, his caffeine, and his dignity all in one go.
As you rounded the corner back to your desk, the coffee tasted better than anything youâd ever bought yourself. You knew this victory was temporaryâheâd likely spend the rest of the afternoon plotting a way to make you pay for the sourdoughâbut for now, the silence coming from the break room was the sweetest sound in the building.
âIt was a record-breaking month,â the managerâs voice boomed in the sudden silence. âBut as always, one person pushed just a little bit harder.â
Friday afternoon arrived. The stress was a living thing, fueled by the fact that the âSeller of the Monthâ announcement was a minute aside. Neither of you mentioned what happened again, but the way he watched you from across the meeting room told you he hadnât forgotten the humiliation in the break room.
At the center of the room, your manager held the cream-colored envelopeâthe voucher for the weekend getaway.
You stood on the left, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, your expression a mask of cold, professional indifference. Across the carpet, Junmyeon stood like a statue. He looked impeccable in a navy suit, his glasses catching the overhead light, but you noticed the way his fingers twitched against his thigh.
You felt Junmyeonâs gaze cut toward you. It was a silent prepare to lose. You tilted your chin up, your eyes promising him a slow, public demise.
âBy a margin of only two sales.â The silence was deafening. âKim Junmyeon is the new winner."
The room erupted into applause. Junmyeon didnât jump for joy; he smiled with confidence, stepping forward, and took the envelope. He shook the managerâs hand, thanked the team, and then turned his head just enough to catch your eye.
The look he gave you was the look of a man who had not only won the war but was now deciding exactly how to punish his prisoner.
âCongratulations, Junmyeon,â you said, your voice dripping with a fake, honeyed warmth that you knew he absolutely loathed. You stepped forward, extending a hand. âNobody deserves a break from all that strenuous effort quite like you do.â
Junmyeon took your hand, squeezing. He leaned in as if to give you a professional, friendly pat on the shoulder, but his hand landed on the back of your neck, his thumb pressing firmly into the sensitive skin just below your ear.
âBetter luck next time, sweetheart,â he murmured, loud enough for only you to hear. âMaybe itâll inspire you to actually hit your targets for once.â
âAw, so arrogant.â Your smile never wavered as you leaned into his space, your lips almost brushing his cheek in what looked like a congratulatory gesture. âDonât worry. Iâll be too busy taking over the accounts youâre neglecting.â
You moved first. Your coworkers swarmed in, effectively diffusing the lethal air between you and Junmyeon with their oblivious enthusiasm.
âNice work, Junmyeon! That coast trip is gonna be worth it!â Chanyeol shouted, slapping him on the back with enough force to make him stumble a half-step forward.
Junmyeonâs hand dropped from the back of your neck instantly. âThanks, man. It was a tight race,â he said, his voice smoothing out into that polished, professional baritone that always made you want to roll your eyes.
âAnd hey,â Minho said, turning to you with a sympathetic wince. âYouâll get him next month. You were so close. Seriously, just one more lead and heâd be the one sitting here looking miserable.â
âIâm not miserable,â you lied, forcing a sharp, practiced smile that didnât reach your eyes. âIâm just already planning his downfall. Someone has to keep his ego from floating away.â
âWell said!â Hana got close to you, holding your arm with a cheerful vibe. âCrash him!â
âYup, you will need luck for next month, Kim.â Minji appeared with Sora, who was laughing.
Junmyeon let out a short, dry chuckle, tucking the voucher into his breast pocket with a flourish that was meant only for you. âCareful. Overconfidence is usually what leads to second place. But I appreciate the congratulations, guys.â
The group laughed, the tension you had been building in the dark corners of the conversation dissipating into mundane office chatter. Slowly, the crowd began to thin, people drifting back to their cubicles to finish their final Friday tasks.
Junmyeon didnât give you a second glance. He simply turned his back on you, curving his lips in a smug smile, leaning over his desk to check an email. He knew he had pissed you off successfully.
You sat back down at your desk, not just feeling defeated, but with the urge to kill him slowly. You could see the back of his head, the way his dark hair was perfectly styled, and the way his shoulders looked broad and immovable in that suit, acting as if the win was purely professional. You hated that.
You spent the next hour typing with a ferocity that threatened your keyboard, your jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every time you heard the crinkle of the envelope from his side of the desk, your blood spiked.
By 5:00 PM, the office was a ghost town. You were still there, staring at a spreadsheet you had already finished, waiting for something. You heard the rustle of fabric, the click of a briefcase, and then his footsteps.
Junmyeon walked past your desk without stopping.
âBye, runner-up,â he said, his voice cool and detached as he headed for the elevators.
The anger was a hot, jagged stone in your chest as you watched the elevator numbers count down. You knew how he worked; Junmyeon didnât just play the game, he manipulated the board. He hadnât won because he was better; heâd won because he was devious.
You waited exactly five minutesâlong enough to look like you were heading home, but short enough to catch him.
The basement parking lot was a concrete tomb, smelling of damp air. You spotted his car immediately. As you approached, the driverâs side window slid down.
âComing?â His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that skipped down your spine. He looked infuriatingly smug behind the wheel.
Your purse hung lazily off your shoulder as you walked toward the passenger door. You didnât smile. You gave him the look he knew bestâthe one that promised you werenât there to congratulate him, but to ruin his victory. You yanked the door open and dropped into the leather seat, the scent of his cologne immediately filling your lungs.
âYouâre late.â His voice dropped into that dark, flirtatious register that only came out when the office cameras were off.
âShut up,â you snapped. You reached across the center console, your fingers hooking into the silk of his tie and yanking him toward you with enough force to make his neck snap forward.
You brought your face inches from his, your lips ghosting over his jaw. âYou cheated. We both know it.â
Junmyeon let out a sharp, ragged breath, his hands flying to your waist to haul you closer. A slow, dark smirk spread across his face as he looked at your mouth. âProve it,â he challenged, his eyes flashing with that familiar, unhinged hunger. âPlanning on punishing me for it?â
Junmyeon was enjoying itâthe aggression, the way you treated him like a criminal. You slid your hand down his chest, feeling the muscle jump and tighten beneath the expensive fabric of his suit. His breath hitched, turning rough and shallow as he leaned into your touch, his own hands traveling up your back to pull you flush against him.
When your lips finally crashed into his, it was a collision of teeth and tongue, fueled by the bitter adrenaline of the afternoon. It was angry and desperate. He groaned into your mouth, his grip tightening as he prepared to take exactly what he wanted.
But the moment he tried to deepen the kiss, to claim the satisfaction of a second win for the day, you pulled back.
You broke the contact abruptly, leaving him breathless and leaning into empty air. You smoothed your hair back with a clinical, cold precision and leaned back into your seat, a sharp, triumphant glint in your eyes.
âNot tonight,â you whispered, your voice a lethal purr as you reached for the door handle.
Junmyeon was speechless, leaning toward you, his pupils blown wide, his hands still hovering near your waist as if he could physically pull the âyesâ out of you. âWhatâwhere you going?â His fingers were grazing the fabric of your skirt.
You didnât flinch. Instead, you tilted your head, letting a slow, faux-sympathetic pout pull at your lips. You reached out, patting his cheek with a condescending softness that felt like a slap.
âOh, Junmyeon,â you sighed, your voice dripping with mock pity as you watched the frustration boil behind his eyes. âYou look so... desperate. Itâs almost sad. But Iâm afraid Iâm not on the menu tonight.â
âWhat do you mean?â he hissed, his jaw tightening so hard you could hear the bone click.
âIt means I have much better plans,â you said, checking your reflection in the front mirror, fixing your lipstick and hair. âThe girls and I are heading out. Drinks, dancing, and absolutely zero mention of you.â
The mention of your friendsâthe same ones who had just been strengthening your resolve to kick his assâmade his expression shift from heat to pure, unadulterated annoyance.
âYouâre really going to choose a night of cheap cocktails over me?â he challenged, his voice straining, trying to sound indifferent.
âIn a heartbeat,â you whispered, leaning in one last time just to leave a kiss on his jaw, leaving a perfect red mark of lipstick there before yanking the door handle. âBetter luck next time, sweetheart.â
You stepped out, the sound of your heels clicking sharply against the concrete like a victory march. As you shut the door, you looked back through the window one last time. He was sitting there, eyes closed, his tie crooked, his pulse visible in his neck, gripping the wheel harder enough to notice his frustration bubbling up.
You just kept walking, laughing all the way to the elevator, leaving him exactly where you wanted him: wanting more and having nothing.
Three rounds in, the alcohol had softened the sharp edges of the week, and you, Sora, Minji, and Hana were hunched over a sticky table, howling with laughter and absurdity.
âYou know,â Minji said, her eyes twinkling with that specific brand of drunken mischief, âI was looking at the two of you during the announcement today. Despite all the âI hope you trip into a volcanoâ glares... you and Junmyeon would actually make a terrifyingly hot couple.â
You nearly choked on your drink, a spray of gin and tonic barely missing the table. âMinji, please. Iâd rather date a cactus!â
âI donât knowâŚâ Sora chimed in, leaning forward with a conspiratorial whisper. âIâve seen the way he looks at you when you arenât looking at him. Itâs not just rivalry. Itâs like he wants to... eat you. Or ruin you. Or both.â
âYeah, my career,â you corrected, though your heart did a traitorous little flip.
Hana, never one to let a fire die out, poured more gasoline. âOh, heâs definitely got that energy. Yâknow, the one who looks like a perfect gentleman in that suit but probably has a whole different personality in bed.â
âStop! This is ridiculous!â you laughed, trying to wave them off, but your face felt suspiciously warm. âHeâs a robot.â
âA very attractive robot,â Minji countered, wagging her eyebrows. âCâmon. Youâve been in close quarters with him for months. Canât you tell me you havenât noticed the aura? Heâs got that âgood in bedâ energy. Like, really good.â
You had to bite your tongue so hard it actually hurt.
âI wouldnât know,â you said, your voice remarkably steady despite the internal chaos. âIâm too busy trying not to get a headache from his cologne.â
âBet heâs a biter,â Sora added thoughtfully, tapping her chin.
âNah, he likes being bitten,â Hana corrected. âYou havenât seen his neck?â
âI saw it too!â Minji laughed. âItâs always the ones who look the most composed who are the most unhinged behind closed doors, huh?â She patted your arms, noticing you were deadly silent, swallowing your words.
The irony was so thick you could taste it. You were sitting there, while your friends spent twenty minutes dissecting the exact sexual prowess of the man who had been hooking up with you for months.
âYou guys are obsessed,â you said, letting out a genuine, breathless laugh at the absurdity of it all. âI donât wanna talk about my nemesis here! Câmon, itâs girl night!â
âFine, fine.â Hana laughed, raising her glass. âBut mark my words. One of these days, that tension is going to snap, and Iâll be nearby when it happens.â
It already snapped, Hana, you thought, taking a long, triumphant sip of your drink.
âWait, wait, wait!â Minji said, her eyes widening as she slammed her glass onto the table. âI just remembered. You two live in the same building!â
The table went silent for a heartbeat before erupting.
âOh, youâve been holding out on us!â Sora squealed, leaning so far across the table she was practically in your lap. âThat means you see him in the wild. Does he wear those suits to get the mail?â
âItâs just a building!â You tried desperately to keep your voice from trembling. âI barely see him.â
âLiar!â Hana pointed a finger at you, her face flushed with gin-induced excitement. âLook at herâsheâs got that look. Youâve seen something, havenât you? What is it? His gym routine? He looks good in gray sweatpants and sweaty?â
âHana, stop,â you laughed, though the mental image of Junmyeon in anything casualâor nothing at allâwas currently playing on a loop in your brain.
âBet his apartment is just as cold and clinical as his office,â Minji mused, her mind clearly heading into dirtier territory. âAll glass and chrome. Very American Psycho. I bet heâs the type who watches himself in the mirror while heââ
âMinji!â you gasped, actually laughing. âYouâre officially banned from talking for the rest of the night.â
âNo, tell us!â Sora insisted, grabbing your arm. âHave you ever been in his place? Or has he been in yours? Oh my god⌠imagine the tension in that elevator. Just the two of you, floor after floor, staring at the numbers, knowing you hate each other but also knowing heâs... well, heâs him."
You thought about that very elevatorâthe way the doors had hissed shut, the way heâd slammed his hands against the wall, the way youâd yanked his tie until he stumbled.
Shit.
âNo⌠definitely not,â you managed to say, your face burning.
âSheâs blushing!â Hana screamed, attracting looks from the neighboring tables. âSheâs totally thinking about him! Câmon! If you donât tell us right now, Iâm gonna call him myself and ask.â
âYou wouldnât dareâŚâ Though a part of you knew Hana was drunk enough to try.
âThen give us something!â Sora pleaded. âJust one detail.â
You took a long, slow sip of your drink, the cool liquid doing nothing to soothe the heat in your cheeks. You thought about the bite mark on his neck, the way heâd growled your name into the mattress, and the look of pure, unhinged frustration on his face when he cuâ
You shook your head, forcing a look of mild boredom. âI saw him running once.â You offered a small, shrug-like gesture as if the memory was barely worth the effort to recall. âLate at night. He had headphones on and looked just as miserable as he does when Iâm beating his sales numbers. We didnât even speak. Thatâs the extent of our âneighborlyâ relationship.â
âJust once?â Sora asked, her voice dripping with disappointment. âNo late-night elevator runs for snacks? No bumping into him while youâre both taking out the trash in your pajamas?â
âIâm pretty sure he purposely takes the service stairs just to avoid the risk of seeing my face and ruining his night,â you lied, the words tasting like gin.
âThat sounds like him,â Hana muttered, swirling the ice in her glass. âThe man is so dedicated to being your enemy that heâd probably move out if he thought you were getting too comfortable.â
âExactly!â you said, taking a long, casual sip of your drink. âHeâs just a guy who lives in the same building and makes my life a living hell from nine to five.â
You leaned back, letting their chatter wash over you as they finally shifted the topic to Minjiâs dating app disasters. Inside, your heart was still thudding a mile a minute.
Admitting the truthâthat you knew exactly what he looked like when he was out of breath, or that heâd been in your bed at 3:00 AM more times than you could countâwould change everything. You werenât ready to share the satisfaction of having Junmyeon exactly where you wanted him.
But as you laughed at Minjiâs stories, your hand ghosted over your phone in your purse. You wondered if he was still sitting in that car, fuming, or if he was already back at the building, waiting for the sound of your heels in the hallway.
The walk from the taxi to the elevator ride felt lonely, boring with the lack of his presence. When the doors hissed open on your floor, instead of turning left toward your own door, you found yourself standing in front of his.
You were so close to knocking, close enough to imagine him on the other sideâmaybe sitting on that leather sofa with a glass of bourbon, still wearing that navy suit, and fuck.
With a sharp, internal snap, you pulled your hand back. Not tonight.
You turned on your heel and marched the few steps to your own door. When you tried to shove the key into the lock, your coordination betrayed you; the metal slipped, clattering clumsily to the floor.
âShit.â
As you reached down to retrieve it, the floor seemed to tilt. You caught yourself against the wall, fingers splayed against the cold surface as the eveningâs drinks finally caught up with you.
The elevator doors opened again. Junmyeon stepped out, winded from his run and radiating a heat that seemed to close the distance between you instantly. He was dressed in a black shirt and shorts, a light running jacket clinging to his frame in all the right places. His hair was damp, his chest heaved with every labored breath, and a single bead of sweat traced a path down his temple before disappearing into his collar. He didnât even look up at you first; he was adjusting his glasses.
âEnjoying the view?â
His voice sent a treacherous shiver down your spine, snapping you out of a trance you hadnât realized youâd fallen into. Junmyeon moved with an effortless grace that your own buzzed senses couldnât match, unlocking his door in one fluid motion and leaving it ajarâa silent invitation.
The alcohol in your system felt like it had suddenly evaporated. You tightened your grip on your keys, the metal biting into your palm, before you crossed the threshold and shut the door behind you.
âI wasnât looking at you.â But your eyes were fixed on the way his clothes matched his body proportions perfectly.
Junmyeon chuckled, tossing his watch and keys onto the table. He turned back to face you. âIs that so?â He took a step closer to you, a dark, triumphant smirk finally spreading across his face. âThen why are you here?â
âIâjust to clarify that. Yeah,â you stammered, the excuse sounding pathetic even to your own ears. âI should go.â
âSure.â Junmyeonâs voice dropped to a low register. He didnât move an inch back, but his scent was clouding your senses. âThe door is right behind you.â
Your feet were stuck, and your gaze was locked on his lips, taking a step closer.
âThatâs what I thought.â
As Junmyeon closed the final inch, your defenses evaporated. Your purse slid forgotten from your shoulder, and the keys you had been gripping so tightly clattered to the floor. You didnât care. You reached for him, your composure snapping as you crashed your lips against his.
Junmyeon reacted instantly. He trapped you against the door, sliding down one of his hands, searingly hot, to find the hem of your skirt, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your thigh with a proprietary force that made your knees buckle.
âFuckâI hate you,â you gasped against his mouth.
âNot as much as I do,â Junmyeon murmured, tearing his mouth from yours to trail a path of heat down your jaw. His lips found the frantic pulse in your neck, devouring your skin, leaving hot marks. Your fingers tangled desperately into his hair, pulling him closer.
You shrugged out of your blazer, the fabric hitting the floor to join your keys and purse. Junmyeon slid his hand further up your skirt, then rubbed his fingers against your panties. The sudden, hot realization of your own wetness made every sensation feel amplified, a deep ache settling in your cunt that only he could soothe.
Junmyeonâs mouth remained anchored to your neck, his breath hot against your skin, while his free hand began to work the buttons of your blouse with a practiced, agonizing slowness. He exposed more skin, centimeter by centimeter, following the trail of the fabric with hungry, wet, searing kisses.
Your hips began to buck instinctively against his hand, a silent, desperate plea for him to touch you properly, to rub harder against your folds. You were losing the battle, your breath hitching in broken gasps. You could feel the wetness of his tongue against your bra, his hot breath cooling against the fabric, claiming you.
Junmyeon pulled away barely an inch, looking at you with hungry eyes, his hot fingers leaving you shivering and bereft. You watched, breathless and whimpering against the door, as he brought his hand up between your faces. His two fingers were slick. Without breaking eye contact, he slid his fingers into his mouth, watching you gasp again.
Junmyeon licked them clean with his tongue, swallowing as he tasted you. The sight of his lips wrapped around his own fingers while he stared you down felt like it was certainly an erotic vow.
âFucking delicious.â
His voice sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core. You couldnât even find a retort. All you could do was stare at his mouth, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs, waiting for him to finish what heâd started.
âJunââ
The friction of the lace was gone, replaced by the searing heat of his bare skin against yours. Junmyeon slid two fingers downward, finding your aching folds and directly rubbing them again with a heavy, rhythmic pressure that made your breath catch in a sharp, broken gasp.
âWhat is it?â His voice was thick with a dark sort of pride, ghosting your lips. âSo desperate, doll.â
Before you could snap back, he collided his lips against your mouth and drove his fingers inside your cunt. The sudden fullness made you whimper, your teeth sinking into his lower lip in a sharp, instinctive bite. Junmyeonâs mouth curved into a smirk against yours, savoring the sting, groaning. He knew he had you.
His pace quickened, his fingers curling inside you with a ruthless precision that forced you to cling to his shoulders. You arched your back, your spine hitting the door as you bucked your hips against his hand, chasing the friction. He hummed in approval, a low vibration you felt deep in your chest, before his lips began a slow, torturous descent.
âFuck! Donât stopâah.â
Junmyeon trailed wet, lingering kisses down your throat and over the swell of your chest, his breath hot through the thin fabric of your bra. When he finally caught your nipple between his teeth, biting down through the lace, the double hit of pleasure made your head toss back.
The wet, rhythmic sound of his fingers with vengeance, the friction even more intense. Junmyeon began scissoring his fingers deep inside you, catching your rhythm and then shattering it by going faster, harder, until your senses were completely blinded. You were a live wire in his hands, your gasps turning into frantic, wordless pleas as the coiling heat tightened once again, turning into a searing, unbearable pressure.
âShitâyes.â
You were right there, your body trembling, your vision blurring as you prepared to shatter. And then, with the surgical precision of a man who knew exactly how to break you, Junmyeon stopped.
âSon of a bitch!â You let out a desperate, strangled soundâa mix of a sob and a moanâas your orgasm retreated just as it reached its peak.
Your legs were shaking so violently you had to lean your entire weight against the door just to stay upright, your inner muscles twitching and aching for more. You looked at him through a haze of frustration, your eyes stinging with the sheer need of it.
Junmyeon was looking at you, his chest rising and falling in a steady, maddeningly calm rhythm, lips curved, and that triumphant chuckle.
âCâmon, honey. You can resist a little tease.â His voice was smooth and terrifyingly steady. He was so close to your face, you could feel his warm breath. âRight?â
âYou... bastard!â you managed to choke out, your voice a fractured wreck of its former self. You tried to reach for him, but your coordination was gone, your body heavy and oversensitive. âJustâfinish it.â
âBut that wonât be fun,â he murmured, his gaze dropping to your mouth.
Junmyeon just watched youâwatched the way your breath hitched and the way your hands clawed at his shouldersâcompletely unfazed by the storm he had unleashed inside you. He was the one in total control, and he was savoring every second of your undoing.
âPleaseâJunmyeon, please.â
âCan make an exception.â
The agonizingly slow drag of his fingers returned, a deliberate, torturous rhythm that felt like he was mocking your desperation. Junmyeon was playing with you, teasing your sensitized flesh with a casual cruelty that left you utterly powerless. You couldnât even form a coherent thought; your world had shrunk to the point where his hand met your body. You bucked your hips instinctively, trying to force a faster pace, your fingers digging into the hard muscle of his forearm in a silent, white-knuckled plea for him to just keep going.
âSo impatient,â he murmured, his voice a low vibration against your jaw. He trailed his tongue along the sensitive line of your neck, his breath hitching.
Just as the frustration peaked, his fingers snapped back into a blurring, ruthless speed, sending a violent jolt of electricity straight up your spine, your head snapping back against the door. You whimpered, the sound broken and raw, but the fear of him stopping again was more intense than the pleasure itself.
âP-please,â you finally gasped out, the word shattering the last of your pride. Your eyes were shut tight, your body arching into his as the coiling tension in your core became an unbearable, white-hot knot. âJunmyeon, please... donât stop. Not again. I canâtâIâll do whatever you want, justâshit. Donât stop.â
Junmyeon let out a low, triumphant growl, his teeth grazing your earlobe as his pace turned even more punishing. âOh?â
He pushed you past the breaking point, his fingers relentless and cruel as he kept you balanced on that jagged, unbearable edge. He adjusted his rhythm just enough to keep the tension coiling tighter, turning the pleasure into a beautiful, agonizing form of torture.
âWhat is it?â His voice dropped. He stopped his fingers for a heartbeat, hovering just at the entrance of your cunt. âWanna cum?â
The frustration finally broke you. Tears of pure, overstimulated desperation welled in your eyes, blurring the sight of his smug, hot face. You nodded frantically, your pride evaporated.
âYes,â you choked out. âYes, damn it. Yes!â
âGood girl.â
Junmyeon drove his fingers back inside with a brutal, blurring speed, his thumb finding that aching spot with a proprietary force. You whimpered into his shoulder as your orgasm finally crashed over you, a violent, bone-deep release that felt like an explosion.
Your inner walls clenched around his fingers in frantic, rhythmic waves, milking the friction as you bucked helplessly against him. Your legs gave out completely, leaving you hanging on his frame as your body was racked by tremor after tremor.
Junmyeon watched you with a look of dark, satisfied possession, savoring the way you were reduced to a trembling, sobbing mess in his arms.
Junmyeon carried you effortlessly, your arms locked around his neck, before he dropped you onto the middle of his bed. The moment your back hit the mattress, you reached for him, pulling him down into a raw kiss. Your hands roamed over him, desperate to find skin, and the friction was so intense he finally bucked under your touch.
He couldnât resist you any longer as you finished the job with your blouse, tossing it aside. Junmyeon surged forward, his mouth hungry and desperate as he attacked your neck, his breath coming in jagged lunges. He made quick work of your bra, and when your skin was finally exposed to the cool air, he didnât give you a second to breathe. He buried his face against your tits, his kisses desperate and wide-mouthed as he devoured you.
âJunmyeon... please,â you moaned, your voice a fractured wreck as you arched your body off the sheets. Your hips were already moving in a frantic, instinctive search for pressure. âI need you.â
Junmyeon pulled back for a single heartbeat, looking down at you, swollen lips and his eyes dark, hungry, letting you take his glasses off. Without a word, he yanked his shirt over his head, muscles tensing under the dim light, before he dropped between your legs.
âYesââ
He stripped your panties and your skirt away with a ruthless efficiency, his mouth immediately finding the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Junmyeon trailed wet, searing kisses upward, marking every inch of you, his hands gripping your knees to keep you open for him.
âI know you need me, doll,â he rasped, his voice vibrating against your skin. âCâmere.â
Junmyeon adjusted his position until he could settle himself firmly beneath you. He made you sit right on his face, the heat of his skin meeting the slick, aching center of your pussy. Your legs were already trembling violently, your senses so overstimulated that the mere proximity of him made your head spin.
You felt his hands slide up to your waist, anchoring you in place, before he delivered a giant, wet lick that traced you from bottom to top. The raw sensation of his tongue against your slit made you gasp into the empty room, your fingers dropping his glasses aside, clawing at the sheets as you buckled over him, completely at the mercy of his mouth.
You lost it immediately, your body jerking on top of him as your damp, swollen folds met the relentless heat of his mouth. He wasnât being polite; he was loud and messy, the wet sounds of his tongue lapping at you and his moans filling the quiet of the bedroom and making your skin flush a deep, frantic red.
Junmyeon was devouring you with a desperation that told you heâd been starving as much as you did. Every slow, heavy stroke of his tongue against your slit sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to your brain. You were squirming, rocking your hips as you tried to find a rhythm, but he was too fast, too thorough.
âAhâJunmyeon, fuck!â you choked out, your fingers finding his hair, practically pulling at the roots.
In a fit of pure, unadulterated lust, you tried to squeeze your inner thighs against his head, wanting to trap him there, to force him even deeper into your mess. Junmyeon let out a muffled, dark growl against your skin, his hands sliding up to your ass to grip you with a bruising force, holding you steady as he focused entirely on your clit.
Junmyeon began to suck at that tiny, overstimulated point of nerves, his tongue swirling around it with a rhythmic, drowning pressure. You were a complete wreck, your voice high and jagged as you cried out, your hips bucking uncontrollably against his mouth. He was making a total mess of you, the slick evidence of your desire coating his lips and chin, but he didnât care. He just drank you in, his breathing ragged and loud between every hungry lap.
âShit, shit, shit. Yes!â
You were completely undone, the friction of his tongue driving you into a fever state where the only thing that existed was the wet, rhythmic sound of him eating you out. You turned your head a second, your vision swimming, and saw that he had kicked his shorts and boxers down just enough to free himself.
His hand was clamped around his cock, his fist moving in a fast, punishing blur as he jerked himself off. You could see the veins standing out on his forearm, the sheer force of his grip as he squeezed himself hard, his knuckles white.
âFucking hellâyouâre so addictive,â he groaned, making your core throb with a renewed, agonizing intensity.
You couldnât help yourself, your voice a broken, breathless wreck as his mouth continued to claim you.
âDonât... donât you dare stop,â you hissed, your hands grabbing the headboard as you bucked your hips against his face. âFucking eat me. Ahâjust like that.â
You turned your head again. The sight of him working himself to the rhythm of his own tongue lapping at your slit was too much. You tried to squeeze your thighs against his face again, wanting to feel the vibration of his growls deep in your bones.
Junmyeon let out a jagged, guttural sound, his fist moving even faster as he buried his face deeper into your pussyâhis tongue swirling around your clit with ruthless pressure.
âFuck!â
The second climax hit you far more violently than before. Your swollen folds were almost too sensitive to bear, but the relentless pressure of his mouth wouldnât let you escape. You felt your inner walls contract in frantic, agonizing spasms, the orgasm finally snapping through you. A raw, jagged cry teared from your throat as you shattered completely, your entire body vibrating against him, digging your nails into the headboard.
At that exact same moment, Junmyeonâs own control finally disintegrated. His fist worked in one last, punishing blur against his cock, and he let out a loud, choked-off shoutâa sound of pure, unbridled release.
His body jolted violently against your thighs, his muscles locking tight. The sheer force of the climax left him physically drained, his grip on your waist finally loosening as he slumped forward.
Junmyeon let out a long, shaky exhale against your skin, holding you as the aftershocks continued to roll through you. He lingered, his tongue moving in slow, languid strokes to clean you. The sensation was almost too much for your overstimulated nerves.
âFuck,â you gasped, though your hands were still buried in his hair, pulling him closer.
When Junmyeon finally shifted, he pulled you up, his muscles slick and straining as he guided you to sit firmly on his lap. You were face-to-face now, your skin flushed and damp, meeting the beautiful, honest mess that was left of his control. He leaned back against the headboard, his chest heaving in heavy, jagged lunges. The tension that usually tightened his shoulders was gone, replaced by a raw, satisfied relief.
âYou look far too proud of yourself,â you whispered, your voice a breathless wreck as you pushed a stray, damp lock of hair from his forehead.
âI think Iâve earned it,â he rasped, his eyes hooded and dark with a proprietary heat, smirking. âI didnât know my name could sound that filthy in your mouth.â
âYou arrogant bastard,â you breathed, a small, shaky smile tugging at your lips.
âAnd yet, here you are,â he countered, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin.
âJust because your tongue does better things than fight me back.â Testing the waters, you reached down, your finger tracing the hypersensitive tip of his length.
The contact made him hiss a jagged curse, his entire body jerking involuntarily. âFuckâyou vixen!â He winced, the pleasure-pain of the post-orgasm sensitivity hitting him hard, but he did tilt his hips into your touch.
âWhat? Iâm just admiring the mess you made,â you teased, your finger circling his tip again, watching his knuckles turn white as he gripped the sheets. âYou were louder tonight, Junmyeon. I didnât know you had that in you.â
âDonât start,â he warned, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. âI wasnât the one begging tonight.â
âYouâre the one who pushed me there,â you countered, leaning in until your lips brushed his ear. âYou wanted me desperate. Needy.â
Junmyeon let out a long, shaky exhale, his head falling back against the wood. âY-yeah. I wanted to ruin you.â He looked at your hand again, watching with a dark, mesmerized intensity as you continued to stroke him. Even though he was spent, even though he was raw, he let you touch, his breath hitching every time your skin grazed his.
âYouâre addicted to this,â you whispered, looking up at him, curving your lips. âTo me.â
âCompletely,â he admitted, his voice dropping to a vulnerable, honest low.
You shifted your weight and wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his length. Junmyeon let out a sharp, fractured breath that sounded almost like a sob.
âOh, Kim,â you whispered, leaning in until your lips grazed his ear, curving your lips. âReduced to a shaking mess because Iâm barely touching you?â
You started to jerk him off, your rhythm slow, designed to draw out every ounce of his sensitivity. Junmyeon hissed a string of jagged curses, his head snapping back against the headboard, his eyes squeezed shut as his body jolted.
âYou like this, donât you?â you purred. You leaned forward and sank your teeth into his lower lip, biting just hard enough to make him groan.
âFuckâŚâ he gasped, his hands coming up to grip your waist with a white-knuckled intensity. He tried to pull you closer, his hips bucking upward in a desperate search for more, but you held him back, keeping the pace agonizingly steady.
âUh-uh.â Your hand tightened slightly as you moved up to his tip, watching his throat move as he swallowed hard. âYou enjoyed watching me struggle, hmm? You liked making me wait and beg.â
You leaned back just enough to look at himâhis hair disheveled, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen, his eyes desperate. Junmyeon looked completely undone.
âNow itâs your turn,â you purred, your thumb circling the sensitive tip of him until his breath hitched and stayed there. âI think Iâm going to keep you right here for a while. I want to hear you beg.â
âYouâyou cruel woman,â he rasped, his eyes fluttering open, dark and hazed with a mix of pain and pure, unadulterated lust.
âUh-uh. Iâm just playing your game,â you countered. âDonât complain when I use it all on you.â
You pulled your hand away with a sharp, clinical suddenness, mirroring the exact cruelty heâd shown you. Junmyeonâs hips bucked reflexively, chasing the heat that had just vanished, and he let out a strangled, desperate sound that was half-growl, half-sob.
âDonâtââ he rasped, his eyes snapping open, wide and hazed with a frantic kind of need. He reached for you, his fingers brushing your waist, but you pulled just out of reach, moving back on the bed.
âWhat?â Your voice was airy and teasing as you watched him tremble. âI thought maybe you liked the wait.â
âShitâplease,â he groaned, looking utterly wrecked, his chest heaving, his pride lying in tatters on the floor. âDonât do this. Please⌠fuck, Iâm begging you.â
âAre you?â You knelt between his legs, your shadow falling over his flushed skin. You reached out, your finger grazing the slick, pearly cum at his tip, and then you brought them to your lips, tasting him right in front of his eyes.
Junmyeon let out a hissed, jagged breath, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the sheets.
âWhoâs in charge, Junmyeon?â you whispered, your eyes locked on his.
âFuck,â he choked out, his voice cracking. âY-you are. Just... please, do it.â
Satisfied with the brokenness in his tone, you leaned down. You started by swirling your tongue around the sensitive crown, catching every drop of his sensitivity. Junmyeon groaned, his hands flying to your hair, guiding you, his fingers trembling against your scalp.
Then, you took him into your mouth, swallowing him whole.
The low, guttural sound he made was pure animal instinct. His hips began to move lazily, a rhythmic, desperate thrust against your mouth as he fought to stay conscious. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat sent a violent jolt of heat straight to your own cunt; you were so wet you could feel your inner walls clenching around nothing, aching for a fullness that only he could provide.
âFuck... yes! Right there.â His voice was a fractured wreck as his grip on your hair tightened, anchoring you to him. âDonât⌠donât you fucking stop. Iâm gonnaâshit.â
Junmyeon was completely at your mercy, his breathing turning into sharp, frantic hitches as your tongue worked over him, driving him toward a peak that he couldnât escape. He was loud, messy, and entirely yours, his swearing turning into wordless pleas as he teetered on the very edge of his sanity, his chest heaving, his hip colliding uncoordinated with your face.
You reached down with your free hand, your fingers curling around him to squeeze his balls with a firm, proprietary grip, while your other hand jerked him with a fast, ruthless rhythm.
âAhâyes, baby,â he choked out, his hands tangling desperately in your hair. âYouâre fucking killing me. Shitââ
âShh,â you murmured, pulling back just enough to give him a messy kiss. âYouâre doing so good for me, Junmyeon. Such a good, obedient boy.â
âDonâtââ he groaned, a jagged, broken sound. âPlease.â He shut his eyes, his hands trembling.
âWhat?â You smirked, grazing your lips on his, jerking him off. âYou like it when I call you good boy?â
He barely nodded, probably ashamed that the lust was deeper. âFuck, please... just finish me. Please?â
âI didnât hear you.â Your fist squeezed harder. âYou like it?â
âYes! FuckâI do!â
Satisfied, you gave him a quick kiss before taking him deep, swallowing his whole cock. Junmyeon groaned so loud that it made your own core pulse with a frantic, wet ache. You were a winner, and you both knew itâyou could feel it in the way his muscles were locked tight, the way his swearing turned into a high, frantic whine.
âYes, ahâyes!â
Junmyeon finally broke. With a loud, guttural groan, his body jolted violently. He came with a force that was staggering, hot sperm hitting the back of your throat as he pumped into your mouth. You coughed, trying to take every bit of him, even as it became too much to swallow, the excess dripping down your chin and onto your chest.
Junmyeon was completely overwhelmed, his body racking with aftershocks so intense his legs were still twitching against the sheets. He slumped back, his hands finally falling limp from your hair, his breathing coming in shallow, sobbing gasps.
You pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, a triumphant, predatory smile on your face. You were covered in himâyour lips, your chin, your skinâand the sight of him so utterly destroyed and overstimulated made you feel more powerful than any boardroom victory ever could.
You leaned down and mashed your mouth against his, a slow, sloppy kiss that was pure mockery. You deliberately smeared the slick evidence of his orgasm across his lips, tasting yourself and him all at once. Neither of you gave a shit about being clean; you were both too far gone, completely feral and obsessed.
âTastes good, hmm?â you whispered against his mouth, your lips wet and glistening. âBut you look like a fucking mess, Kim.â
Junmyeon let out a dark, ragged chuckle that sounded more like a growl, his eyes snapping open with a dangerous, predatory spark. âYou think you fucking broke me? You think youâre in control because you can make me beg?â
Before the words could even fully leave his mouth, he gripped your waist and flipped you onto your back with a sudden, bruising force. The weight of his sticky, warm body pinned you flat against the mattress. You immediately felt the scorching heat of himâthick, heavy, and hard again, pressed right against your slick cunt.
âIâm gonna make you eat every single one of those words,â he rasped, his voice dropping to a filthy, gravelly whisper.
Junmyeon didnât ease into you. He slammed his hips forward, burying his entire length inside you in one deep, ruthless thrust that bottomed out completely. You let out a sharp, high-pitched whimper, your toes curling as your overstimulated walls, raw from the previous orgasms, clenched around him like a vice. It was so intense that you reacted purely on instinct, arching your spine and biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
âFuckââ Junmyeon groaned, tasting the copper on his tongue and immediately driving into you harder, his pace turning fast and punishing. âFucking bite me again, you little psycho. Shitâyouâre so goddamn tight.â
âShut up and just fuck me, Junmyeon!â Your hands flew to his back, your nails digging into his skin and dragging down until you left long, angry red tracks. âDonât you dare slow downâI wanna feel every fucking inch of you.â
âYou like it rough, huh? You like it when I donât give you a choice,â he half-growled, half-chuckled, his breathing coming in heavy, jagged lunges as the headboard began to slam violently against the wall.
He reached down, grabbing one of your thighs and pulling it high over his shoulder to open you up even more, angling his hips to hit that exact, agonizing spot inside you over and over again. He had you whimpering, incapable of saying a word but raw moans from your lips.
âYes, doll. Look at how open you are for me. Shitâwho owns this pathetic, aching pussy right now.â
With a low growl, Junmyeon slid his hand up from your waist, his palm wrapping around the front of your neck. He pressed down firmly, pinning you to the pillows. The sudden, heavy pressure on your throat sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight to your core. Your internal muscles reacted instantly, contracting violently and clenching around his thick cock.
âFucking tight,â Junmyeon choked out, his jaw tight as your raw, hyper-sensitive walls squeezed him with an agonizingly perfect grip. âSay it. Who owns you.â
âYouâyou do,â you whimpered, your voice breaking, tears of pure, unadulterated pleasure blurring your vision as he absolutely devoured you from the inside out. âYou do, fuck... Junmyeonâyou feel so good. Iâm gonnaââ
âNo, baby. You donât cum until I tell you to,â Junmyeon swore, his chest heaving as he stared down at you, his face flushed and his jaw locked in pure, obsessive lust. He slowed his pace for two agonizing strokes, grinding his pelvis hard against yours, making the friction so thick and wet it was deafening. âSwear to me, love. Swear youâre never gonna let anyone else touch you like this.â
âN-never,â you sobbed out, your hips instinctively bucking up to meet his heavy, brutal thrusts, completely addicted to the pain and the pleasure of him stretching you open. âFucking ruin me, Junmyeon, pleaseâŚâ
You didnât push his hand away. Instead, your fingers scrambled up to grip his forearm, your nails digging into his skinânot to pull him off, but to anchor him there, silently demanding that he keep the pressure exactly where it was and push even deeper inside you.
âMore,â you gasped out of breath, the word getting caught in your throat as tears of intense, overstimulated pleasure welled in your eyes and spilled down your temples. âIâm yoursâIâm fucking yours!â
âThatâs it. All mine,â he rasped, his own control disintegrating as his movements turned into a blurring, frantic frenzy of pure friction and sweat.
Neither of you could handle the raw, hyper-sensitive heat for more than a few minutes; it was a race to the absolute edge of your sanity, both of you completely lost in a blind, chaotic rhythm that was burning you both to the ground.
His heavy, sweat-slicked body was betraying him; every time he slammed deep inside you, a violent tremor would wrack his spine, his muscles locking up before he dragged himself back to plunge into you again. His lips were parted, his jaw strained so tight it looked like it would crack, and he was being incredibly loud, letting out deep, animalistic grunts and breathless curses with every heavy, wet thrust that echoed through the room.
âJunâah, please,â you choked out breathless, the sound barely escaping your throat as tears streamed down into your hair. Your hips bucked up on instinct, chasing the brutal friction, completely addicted to the agonizingly perfect pressure of his hand and his body. âIâmâIâm closeâfuck, I canâtââ
âI know,â he growled, his gaze dark and hazed with an overwhelming, dangerous level of lust as he stared down at your wrecked face. Junmyeon finally freed your leg, but not your neck. He leaned down, his chest crushing your breasts, his mouth finding your ear as his hips accelerated into a blinding, frantic frenzy. âJust one⌠one more second. Shitâtogether. I wanna feel you crushing me.â
You nodded weakly. The raw sensation between your slick, swollen folds was deafening, a sloppy, desperate mess of skin against skin that threatened to burn you both down. Your fingers were clawing uselessly at his forearms as the pleasure became too intense to bear.
The press of his hand on your neck vanished the exact moment he lost it. A sharp, ragged gasp of air rushed back into your lungs just as your shared climax hit with a devastating, paralyzing force. Junmyeonâs control completely disintegrated; his hands slammed into the mattress on either side of your head, curling into white-knuckled fists as his entire body locked tight.
âFuckâŚâ he growled breathless.
You scrambled to hold him closer, wrapping your arms and trembling legs around his sweat-slicked frame, desperate to bridge any remaining distance, wanting to feel every single inch of your skin fused together. Inside you, his cock was throbbing violently, filling you up so completely that it felt like an electric current was surging through your veins. Your entire body was trembling, caught in a wave of violent, uncontrollable spasms.
Junmyeon couldnât help himselfâhe gave a few final, sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts, rubbing your clit with his own thumbs, sending you entirely over the edge. Overstimulated to the point of delirium, you squirted against him, a high, fractured cry tearing from your throat and burying itself in the crook of his neck. You bit down on his shoulder, your nails anchoring deep into his back, riding the wave until he finally stopped moving altogether.
âJesus ChristâJunmyeon!â
With a final, low groan, Junmyeon collapsed, his exquisite, heavy weight crushing you into the mattress. Neither of you moved an inch. You just lay there, a tangled tangle of limbs, sweaty, wet, and completely spent. Your internal walls and his muscles were still twitching with aftershocks as you both gasped for air.
Junmyeon let out a tired, breathless chuckle against your collarbone, the tension completely melted from his frame. âFuck,â he rasped, his voice a deep, gravelly ruin as he tightened one heavy arm around your waist, pulling you securely against his side. âWe... we need a shower.â
A breathless, exhausted laugh bubbled up from your chest, your lips brushing against his damp shoulder. âBut youâre carrying me.â
âDeal.â
After the warm water of the shower had finally washed away the sticky, frantic evidence of the night, Junmyeon carried you back to the fresh side of the bed. The cool, clean sheets felt like heaven against your scrubbed skin, but you didnât stay apart for long. Almost immediately, he pulled you against his chest, molding his body to your back and draping a heavy, possessive arm over your waist. He buried his face deep into the damp curve of your neck, his nose hidden in the strands of your hair as his breathing slowed into a deep, rhythmic hum.
âJunmyeon?â you murmured. âThat was my shampoo?â
He let out a lazy and completely unbothered song, shifting just a fraction, tightening his grip on your waist as if trying to physically anchor you into silence. âDunno what youâre talking about.â
You could hear the sheer exhaustion filling his lungs, his voice gravelly and weighed down by the sleep he was desperately chasing, but your curiosity got the better of you. âDonât play dumb. You bought it, but you clearly havenât used it. Why is it in there?â
âI like the smell,â he mumbled defensively into your neck, his breath warm against your collarbone.
A tiny, knowing smile tugged at your lips. Junmyeon had bought your exact shampoo just to have it ready for the moments you stayed over, a quiet gesture that felt incredibly loud.
Intrigued, you carefully rolled over within the tight circle of his arms to face him. The movement made him let out a soft, disgruntled groan, but he didnât let you go. You blinked through the dark, finding his sleepy face just inches from yours. His eyes were tightly shut, his hair soft over his forehead, and his swollen lower lip was pulled into a faint, exhausted pout.
You reached up as you gently cupped his face. Your thumb brushed just below his eye, tracing the soft, relaxed skin. âBuying my shampoo just so when Iâm here. Who knew my biggest rival was actually such a softie?â
Junmyeon let out a low, gravelly chuckle that vibrated right against your fingertips. âIâm not soft,â he mumbled, his voice thick and entirely ruined by sleep. âIâm practical. Now shut up and go to sleep.â
âIt was also a practical move that you faked ending your run just when I came home?â
His eyes stayed shut, his arm tightening around your waist. âWhat the hell are you talking about? Please⌠go to sleep.â
âLiar,â you persisted, a sleepy, goofy smile spreading across your face as you remembered the struggle at your apartment door. "You were running with glasses, Junmyeon. You donât do that. You just came because you saw me coming, fumbling with my keys, and then, you had the nerve to mock me.
âYou were fumbling,â he murmured, a soft, amused laugh escaping his lips as he buried his face further into your hair, incapable of denying your accusation.
âI was perfectly sober,â you corrected, letting out a soft, absurd chuckle. âThose three cocktails didnât even exist in my body. My system completely neutralized them.â
âSure, sure.â He curved his lips, his voice thick with sleep. âWeâll see how that âneutralizedâ system feels when the morning comes, and youâre begging me for aspirin.â
âUgh, I hate you know me so well. But⌠you will give it to me just because Iâm your favorite rival. Admit it.â
âNot quite sure,â he whispered back, finally wrapping his other arm around you to pull you completely into his space. He let out a long, heavy sigh. âMaybe just for tonight.â
âStill wrong,â you mumbled. âIâm your only rival. Everyone else just lets you win. Youâd be bored to death without me.â
Junmyeon let out one last, quiet chuckle; the sound felt warm and private. He shifted slightly, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin.
âMaybe youâre right.â His voice dropped to a low, sleepy confession. Before you could say another word, he guided your head down, nudging you until your face was completely hidden in the warm crook of his neck. âSleep,â he whispered against your hair, his hand pressing firmly between your shoulder blades to keep you tucked safely against him. âNo more talking for tonight.â
You didnât protest this time. Letting out a soft sigh, you wrapped one arm securely around his torso, anchoring him close. Your leg slid instinctively between his, lacing your limbs together under the heavy duvet until there wasnât a single inch of space left between you.
As the heavy, comfortable silence of the room settled over you both once again, a quiet smile spread across your face, your eyes fluttering shut as you melted into his hold. And, against your hair, completely hidden in the dark (and the soft scent of your shampoo), Junmyeon was smiling tooâneither of you truly knowing just how deeply the other was already losing the risky game.
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very hypothetically speaking.... do you guys want ewb pt. 2? i mean, it's not really confirmed, but i'm kinda curious. what do you wanna see/read next?
âł summary: they've always been competitive about everything, and you're no exception.
âł wc: 3.3k
âł genres and content: baekhyun x f!reader x chanyeol | pwp, vaguely college football au | threesome, oral (all receiving), deepthroating/mentions of choking on it, hella dirty talk, degradation, and praise, p in v (and a?), dp, brief slapping, spanking, general filth
âł a/n: requested by anon! i don't know anything about dp for real and i know even less about american football. no one mention how the title is a tennis reference please i just thought it was cool
You hear them all the way down the hallway before you hear the jingling of the key in your door. That telltale muffled bickering grows louder and louder the closer they get, until their words become crystal clear when the door slams open.
ââ you had just been paying attention then we wouldâve scored that final point!â
âSo fucking what? We wouldâve won anyways, thanks to the touchdown that I scored in the third quarter.â
The two barrel into your entryway, hardly giving you a second glance. Baekhyun and Chanyeol, the star quarterbacks of your universityâs football team, who always seemed to butt heads on and off the field. They had already showered and changed out of their gear (thank God, after showing up to your place much one too many times tracking in dirt and grass), but that didnât mean that they left their game day mindset behind.
You clear your throat from your perch on the couch, looking up from your study notes. âHave a good game?â
Baekhyun sighs dramatically, flopping onto the cushions next to you. âIt wouldâve been a good game if Chanyeol was thinking about anything related to football at all in the last ten seconds.â
Chanyeol frowns, helping himself to a glass of water from your sink. âLike I was saying, I scored the winning touchdown several minutes before that. Why does it matter if we didnât get three extra points?â
âItâs about the principle, Yeol. We only moderately beat themâ. Baekhyunâs eyes glint with a mixture of annoyance and passion. âIf we got those extra points we couldâve gone around saying that we beat their asses into the ground.â
âWhat do you think?â Chanyeol turns to you. Two pairs of eyes stare at you expectantly.
You sigh. You hate mediating whatever petty argument the two of them get up to. Frankly, you simply have better things to do with your time. But sometimes, on a night like tonight when the adrenaline is still high from their game, itâs in your best interest to stir the pot a little bit.
âI dunno, Baek, it kinda sounds like Chanyeol won the game for us.â
Baekhyunâs mouth drops open while Chanyeol smirks. He crosses over to the couch to sit on your other side and ruffles your hair affectionately. âSee, Baek? Your point is meaningless.â
âIt doesnât count because you werenât there,â Baekhyun says petulantly, bottom lip jutting out not unlike a child whoâs just been told no. âYou shouldâve felt the rush from the crowd. They were definitely disappointed that we didnât score.â
Chanyeol rolls his eyes. âItâs not that serious.â
âIt is that serious!â The volume of Baekhyunâs voice raises again, a renewed motivation to argue surging through him. âYou know that I play better when Iâm feeding off the crowdâs energy.â
âGuys, stop,â you say firmly. Instantly, they shut up, mouths snapping shut obediently. âLast time you guys fought I was getting noise complaints for days. Donât make me regret giving you guys the spare key.â
âSorry,â they say in unison.Â
âIf you guys keep bickering Iâm just gonna go to sleep. OrâŚâ you say pointedly. âYou could settle this a different way.â
That gets their attention. They perk up immediately, waiting for you expectantly.Â
âWhoever makes me cum the most in the next hour wins.âÂ
Tension settles in the air, thick and heavy. Itâs no secret to the other that you hook up with both of them. They donât care on any level deeper than petty jealousy. But this⌠having you at the same time? Itâs an entirely new experience, but one that youâd been fantasizing a lot lately, waiting for the right time to broach the subject.
To your delight, they look incredibly interested. Baekhyun swallows, his gaze drifting heavily from you to Chanyeol. The other mirrors his disposition; you can practically see the gears turning in his head. The two size each other up, ever the competitors, waiting for the other to make the first move.Â
âOr I could just say that Yeol was rightââ
Baekhyun reaches out to grab your chin, tilting your head towards him. He kisses you roughly, slipping his tongue past your pliant lips, groaning when you fist a hand in his hair. To your other side, Chanyeol whines. He shoves his hand between your faces and pries you away from Baekhyun, kissing you when your lips part.Â
âPlaying dirty already, Yeol?â Baekhyun huffs, wiping his lips with the back of his hand before he pulls your attention back towards him. He ducks his head down to suck a mark into your neck, smirking against your skin when you gasp.Â
Chanyeol goes to unbutton your shirt, large hands fumbling with your buttons. âShut the fuck up, Byun,â he grumbles, kissing your chest.
Itâs a huge mess: hands and lips moving everywhere. You lose track of which body part belongs to who, whose hand is settling on your tits, whoâs slipping their fingers past the waistband of your pajama shorts. All you know is that your head is spinning, whirling from their constant tugs for attention, and that you end up completely bare in between the two of them. You can feel just how soaked youâre starting to become, heat pooling in your core.
Baekhyun kneels between your legs, all but pulling you forward towards him as he hooks his arms around your thighs, locking you in place. Chanyeol continues to make out with you, a sharp sting blooming across your bottom lip when he nips at it, pulling the skin slightly towards him right as Baekhyun buries his face in your heat, nose bumping against your clit as he licks at you fervently.
You gasp into Chanyeolâs mouth, pulling away to look down at the sight below. Baekhyunâs staring up at you with a fire in his eyes, the kind of heat you only see from him when heâs on the field.Â
âNot fair,â Chanyeol says, slightly out of breath. His lips are dark and wet, eyes bearing a similar flame to Baekhyunâs.Â
âToo slow, Park,â Baekhyun mutters, smirking as he sinks two long fingers into your cunt. âYou snooze, you lose.â
You open your mouth to scold him, but you donât get a word out before Chanyeolâs lips descend on yours again. You whimper against him, instinctively arching into Baekhyunâs touch. His tongue dips into your hole, brushing against your walls as he strokes your clit with his thumb, skilled fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge.Â
âCan we confess something to you?â Chanyeol asks, voice heated. âWe hoped this would happen when we came over tonight. We made up the argument.â
âWhat?â you pant. âYou little shits.â
Baekhyun sinks his fingers back into your wet slit, curling them against your g-spot. âAre you complaining?â he asks cheekily. âIâll stop right now if you want me to.â
âYouâre such a bastaâ oh fuck, Baekhyunnie,â you moan, fisting a hand in his hair. âIâm getting close.â
âNot yet,â he says. âWhy donât you help Chanyeol out, heâs getting awfully squirmy.â
Without a second to lose, Chanyeol gets rid of the rest of his clothes, moaning breathily when you spit into your other hand and begin to jerk him off slowly.Â
âAh, shit,â he gasps, his hips bucking into your touch. âJust like that, baby.â
Your senses are on overdrive trying to process everything thatâs happening: the sight of the two with their desirous gazes, the slick noises coming from either side, the buildup of pleasure in your body. It all becomes too much too fast, and you tip over the edge, clamping your thighs around Baekhyunâs head as you cum. He takes your clit between his lips, sucking gently, making you shudder with sensitivity. Chanyeol sucks a bruise right under your ear. âSo beautiful, so good,â he murmurs, sending another wave of desire through you.
As soon as Baekhyun moves off of you, Chanyeolâs strong arms are pulling you up and into his arms. Your legs wrap around his waist instinctively, mind hazy from the afterglow of your first orgasm, as he carries you into the bedroom, Baekhyun following close behind. He tosses you onto the bed and flips you over onto your stomach, not even giving you a second to breathe before sheathing himself inside of you without preamble. You cry out, head dropping forward onto the sheets in front of you as Chanyeol immediately sets a brutal rhythm. Heâs not usually so rough with you, but the buildup, not being able to touch you in the way that Baekhyun has, must have gotten to him. You can feel it in the way that he grips your hips like he has something to prove, burying himself inside of you again and again.
âFucking impatient ass,â Baekhyun grumbles, moving to the other side of the bed so that heâs in front of you. He tilts your chin upwards, forcing you to meet his gaze even as he continues to talk to Chanyeol. âYou literally carried her in here.â
âShut up,â Chanyeol bites back. He tightens his grip, holding you still as he pounds into you. âSounds like you were just too slow.â
âWhy are you bothâ hahâ talking about me like Iâm not here?â you manage to say, your words coming out unsteady.
âAw, Iâm sorry,â Baekhyun coos condescendingly. âYou want even more attention than youâre already getting, hm? Getting fucked into the mattress isnât enough?â
âJesus, Baek,â Chanyeol says. âIsnât that a little mean?â
âShe likes it.â He settles into position so that youâre laying in between his legs, his cock just inches from your face. âYou donât feel how sheâs getting wetter?â
You nod frantically. âI doâ I like it, Yeollie. Please, more.â
âGood girl,â Baekhyun chuckles. He lightly slaps the side of your face, not hard enough to sting, but still enough to make you gasp. âNow open up.â
You wrap your hand around the base of Baekhyunâs cock and put it to your lips, tongue darting out to lick the underside of his head. âCome on, you can do better than that,â Chanyeol says. Before you know it, his hand is on the back of your head, pushing you down once onto Baekhyunâs length before letting you go. You choke, spit dribbling down past your lips and down his cock, the momentum from Chanyeolâs thrusts pushing you deeper onto Baekhyun. Your eyes water as you struggle to adjust, but soon you settle into a rhythm.
âGod, you look so good like this,â Baekhyun murmurs, reaching out to caress the side of your face, jarringly gentle for the way youâre currently being manhandled on both sides. âI donât think sheâs gonna want to go back to having us one at a time, Yeol. You should see her face.â
âYeah?â Chanyeol grunts. âTell me how much you like it, baby.â
You pull off of Baekhyun with a slight pop. You feel your own spit all over your bottom lip and chin, and a string of saliva connects your mouth to the tip of Baekhyunâs cock. Itâs dirty, filthy, and you think that maybe you should be embarrassed but youâre not. Not in the slightest. âI love it,â you gasp, tilting your head up so you can see Chanyeol above you. âI love it so much.â
Chanyeol wraps his hand around your throat and bends down to swap a filthy kiss with you before letting you go, lowering your mouth back onto Baekhyunâs cock. You work with the rhythm that Chanyeol sets, using your hand on whatever canât fit inside your mouth. Baekhyunâs head tips back, lips parting. He swallows thickly, reaching out a hand to settle on top of your head. âSuch a good slut,â he groans. âYou love being used like this, huh? You like being our little fucktoy?â
You moan instead of answering him with words, nodding your head as best as you can around his length. The salty tang of precum touches your tongue, only spurring you on further.
âDonât take his cock out of your mouth when you cum,â Chanyeol says, one hand grabbing your shoulder for better leverage. âWanna hear you choke on it when you do.â
His words unlock something in you, the filth coming from Chanyeol, whoâs usually so restrained with his words, dripping with pure, animalistic lust in his voice. It suddenly brings about your second orgasm, your body trembling through it, your puffy, sensitive walls fluttering around Chanyeolâs length. Your voice comes out muffled and choked around Baekhyun, making him groan. He grabs at the sheets so tightly that his knuckles turn white. âFuck, that feels so good.â
Chanyeol doesnât wait another second and slaps your ass as he pulls out, making you jolt. âCâmon, ride me.â
âWait, hold on,â Baekhyun pouts. âItâs my turn.â
âIâm not fucking done yet,â Chanyeol says with a huff. âYou can wait.â
âQuit being a dickââ
âOr you could both do it.â
They both shut up immediately, looking at you with a mixture of apprehension and arousal. âBaek in my ass,â you continue. âYeol in my pussy.â
âAre you sure?â Baekhyun asks, all of his previous bravado melting away to show his concern. âI know weâveâ done it like that before but never at the same time.â
âWe donât want to hurt you,â Chanyeol chimes in.Â
âIâm sure,â you say. âHere, like this.â
You gently push Chanyeol onto his back and climb on top of him, slowly sinking down onto his thick length. You lean down, almost touching your chests together, arching your ass as best as you can for Baekhyun.
âOh my God,â Baekhyun groans, settling behind you. He rubs his hands over your ass appreciatively, parting your cheeks and letting some spit dribble down onto your hole. âYou look so fucking slutty like this.â
You swallow and give him the go-ahead, distracting yourself by leaving hickeys across Chanyeolâs chest. Inch by inch, Baekhyun pushes in. Itâs tight, uncomfortable, but not anything you canât handle. The three of you take shaky breaths, silent for the first time as you all adjust to the new sensations. âLook at me, baby,â Chanyeol says softly, grabbing your face with both hands. âYouâre doing perfect. Such a good girl for us.â
You mewl in his grasp, arms shaking as you struggle to hold yourself up. âOh, fuck,â you whimper. Youâve never felt anything like this before, and the feeling is almost so overwhelming you donât know whether to run from it or towards it. âSoâ so much.â
âToo much?â Baekhyun asks, voice strained. You can tell that heâs holding himself back, every muscle in his body working to stop himself from losing control, from pushing all the way in.
âNo,â you gasp. âDonât you dare stop.â
It takes a bit of time, but slowly you start to feel yourself getting used to the stretch, pleasure replacing the discomfort. You drop your head onto Chanyeolâs chest as Baekhyun starts to slide in and out.Â
âSo fucking tight.â Baekhyun leans over and scatters kisses across your back. You feel surrounded on all sides, pressed between the two of them, the warmth of their bodies heating your skin. âHow you doing, angel?â
You try to say something, but all that comes out is a strangled whine. You canât think, much less form a proper sentence. Chanyeol tips your chin up towards him and kisses you. âAnswer,â he says softly but firmly, rolling his hips upwards gently.Â
The dual movement makes you cry out, fingers scrambling to grasp onto Chanyeolâs shoulders. âItâs good,â you whimper. âSoâ fuckâ please.â
âCute,â Chanyeol chuckles. He kisses you again. âYouâre so pretty when youâre wrecked.â
They begin to move faster and at the same time, making you feel so full in ways you never thought possible. The two are almost just as wrecked as you, hands and lips roaming, breath hot against your skin, mumbling praise, an endless stream of, âSo good, angel,â and âOur pretty slut.â You canât return their sentiments, at least not through words, only able to babble out a stream of incoherent words and breathy whines.
It gets to the point where theyâre pounding into you, hips rolling as if they were one unit. You cry out at a particularly deep thrust, tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. âFuck, Iâm getting close,â you whimper.
âWhoâs better?â Chanyeol whispers in your ear, cutting through all the noise.
âWh-What?â you mumble, eyes fluttering open. Your head starts to droop forward again but Baekhyun tugs your hair back, forcing you to lock eyes with Chanyeol.Â
âI said, whoâs better at fucking you stupid, huh?â He punctuates his point with a sharper thrust upward, making you scream. âAnswer, or we wonât let you cum.â
âIâ I donât know!â you wail. The tears fall, streaming down your face. âYouâre both so good, too good, fuck!â
âGoddamn, whoâs being mean now?â Baekhyun says, leaving a sharp smack on your ass. âIf she doesnât want to pick, donât make her pick.â
âIâ I donât wanna,â you whine, straining back to look at Baekhyun, his sweat-damp hair clinging to his forehead and neck. âPlease, Baek. Iâ I wanna cum.â
Baekhyun swears, hips stuttering. âJust a little longer, baby.â
Youâre frantic, fingers leaving red indents on Chanyeolâs shoulders from holding on for dear life. Baekhyun reaches out and grabs your wrists, pulling them taut behind you. You sob, breathless, helplessly at their mercy but you wouldnât want it any other fucking way. âPlease,â you babble, delirious, the only thing on your mind being your need for release. âFuck, please, Iâll do anything.â
âSay who makes you feel this good,â Baekhyun hisses into your ear.
âYou do! Both of you! Shit, I canâtââ
âOkay, baby,â Chanyeol grunts. âCum for us.â
It explodes through you, white-hot and ferocious. Your vision turns spotty around the edges as it ripples through you. The two of them swear as you tighten around them, your walls fluttering, two pairs of large hands holding you still as you shudder in their grasp.Â
Chanyeol helps you off of them and puts you onto your back, positioning himself near your mouth. Exhausted, still shuddering through the aftershocks, you take him into your mouth, wrapping your other hand around Baekhyun.
âNot gonna last long,â Baekhyun groans, tipping his head forward.
âMe neither,â Chanyeol replies, fisting a hand in your hair.
It doesnât take long until they both release, Chanyeol into your mouth and Baekhyun across your tits and stomach. He drags his fingers through the mess, slipping his fingers past your waiting, open lips, giving both of them a fucked-out smile. Youâre spent, your limbs turning to jelly, and if you had any say in the matter youâd just sink into the mattress and be a part of the furniture forever.
âYou okay?â Baekhyun asks softly, running a hand through your hair.
âMhm,â you hum, kissing him. You turn your head towards Chanyeol to give him the same treatment. âThat was insane.â
âYouâre so perfect,â Chanyeol murmurs. âLet me get you some water and clean you up.â
âGet me one too?â Baekhyun asks, fluttering his eyelashes.
Chanyeol rolls his eyes and flips him off, but comes back juggling three glasses of water all the same. They both work to clean you up, whispering soft praise into your skin the entire time. Through the haze, you realize that theyâve gotten you ready for bed, and theyâve gotten ready for it as well. Youâve never done this before, spent the night with both of them, but itâs as easy and natural as though youâd done it for years.
âSo who won?â Chanyeol asks.
âI thought you made up the argument,â you reply.
âNo, your challenge. The one about making you cum.â
âIt was a tie,â you mumble sleepily, curling into Baekhyunâs chest. âOne for Baek, one for you, one for you both.â
âThatâs not very satisfying,â Baekhyun frowns.Â
âTry again tomorrow, then,â you reply. âNow be quiet. I want to go to bed.â
Chanyeol settles into your other side, draping his warm body across your back, and the three of you drift off into a deep, undisturbed sleep.
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Itâs been 5 months since you first started dating Junmyeon. He had taken you out to get treats at a coffee shop and you spent the rest of the date talking each otherâs ears off on the boardwalk. One date turned into 3 dates which turned into 10 dates and suddenly you were seeing each other pretty much every single chance you got. You were crazy for him and with the way his fingers were covered in your juices and knuckle deep inside you, you would like to think he was crazy for you too.Â
âFeels good, my baby?â Junmyeonâs voice rings against your ear. Your eyes are squeezed shut from how good his fingers feel, slipping in and out of you easily. âHm? You canât talk?âÂ
âY-Yes. It feels good.â You stutter when he curves his fingers and places his palm at your clit. You couldnât understand how he was giving you so much pleasure all with one hand.Â
âYouâre so cute like this.â He uses his other hand to tuck the hair on your face behind your ear and smiles. âOpen your eyes for me, darling. I wanna see you cum.âÂ
âBut it feels too good, Myeonie.â You attempt to open your eyes but quickly shut them again when he applies more pressure to your clit. He tsks and removes his palm.Â
âMy baby, what did I say?â His thumb rubs against your eyelids, begging you to open them. Your eyes flutter open to reveal a very hungry Junmyeon. His lips curve into that smile you adore. âThere you are. Donât shut them. Keep them on me.âÂ
His palm returns to your sensitive button, circling his hand with the perfect amount of pressure while simultaneously thrusting his curved fingers into you. Your back arches against him. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him so your foreheads were touching. His eyes were locked into yours, watching you slowly unfold with a single hand.Â
âThatâs it. Cum for me, baby.â He whispers lowly when he feels your pussy throbbing in the way that tells him youâre almost there. His pace speeds up and come undone around his fingers, squeezing his digits tightly as you keep eye contact with Junmyeon. His smirk returns when you exhale the breath you were holding.Â
âYou did so well, my love.â He lowers himself to kiss you, massaging your lips tenderly and taking the time to taste you. You gasp as he slowly pulls his fingers out of you and sucks your juices. He smiles when you watch him, practically salivating. âWanna try?âÂ
You nod and open your mouth for him. Junmyeon places his fingers on your tongue and you close your mouth around it, tasting yourself on him. Â
âLook at you. So eager. What happened to my cute shy girl?â Junmyeon teases while you whine with his fingers still resting in your mouth. He pulls them out slowly, smiling proudly when you chase after them and pout when he doesnât let you. âItâs getting late, my love. Do you wanna cuddle some more and then Iâll bring you home?âÂ
You hate this part. You hate leaving. You wish you could just stay with him. As if he hears your disappointment, he says: âYouâre more than welcome to stay. I would love to fall asleep with you in my arms.âÂ
Itâs tempting, really. But you know Stephanie would get worried. Despite you being close, your sister was weirdly uncomfortable about her baby sisterâs sex life. She didnât explicitly tell you this. But you could tell when she would call every hour or so to check on you.Â
âMhmm, I donât think I want Stephanie to freak out.â You say, giving him a quick peck on the nose. âI want to though.âÂ
âNo problem. Just let me cuddle you a little longer.â He smiles, falling to your side and flinging an arm around you dramatically, squeezing you tightly in his embrace. You giggle and turn your body to shove your face into his chest. He releases the biggest sigh and kisses the top of your head.Â
âI love you.â His voice comes out breathily like he mustered all of his energy into telling you this. Â
âSorry?â You look up from his chest and heâs already glancing down at you with stars in his eyes.Â
âI love you, Y/N.â He repeats with a smile equally as bright. âYou donât have to say it back. This is just how I feel.âÂ
Your lips curve and stretch your neck to kiss his soft pair. âI love you too.âÂ
âThank God.â As if you just eased all his worries, he grabs your head with both hands and kisses you a lot deeper. You donât care that your hair is now a mess and all over the place. Â
Kissing your crush Kim Junmyeon like this feels like a dream come true.Â
The dream has to end when Stephanie finally calls to get you to come home. You whine with his lips on yours. He doesnât stop kissing you when you answer the call, peppering your cheeks with quick pecks. Â
âHi Y/N! Hi Junmyeon!â Stephanie exclaims, knowing Junmyeon is nearby. âPut me on speaker phone.âÂ
âThis is so embarrassing.â You say before listening to your older sister. Junmyeon chuckles against your skin, tickling you. Â
âJunmyeon~ Will you be kind enough to bring my sister home soon? Pretty please?â Stephanie uses her customer service voice, doing her best to keep light of the fact that you stayed later than your unofficial curfew. Â
âOf course, we were just about to leave.â Junmyeon says, grinning ear to ear as you mouth âliarâ to him. Â
âThank you! I just miss my sister sooo much!â She says lightly, and if you didnât know her, you would think she was genuinely missing you. You both spent enough years together to know this was her sarcasm tone.Â
âAwwn, I missed you more. Bye!â You respond as sarcastically as she was. âLove you!âÂ
Stephanie laughs on the other end. âLove you more!âÂ
Junmyeon smirks when he sees the pout on your face. He kisses the pout away.Â
âWeâll see each other tomorrow again. Okay? Iâll pick you up and weâll go on a little date.â He tries to reassure you, but you shake your head.Â
âCan we maybe come home early to snuggle some more?âÂ
âWhatever you like, baby.â  Â
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Junmyeon takes you out to walk around a cute neighbourhood with pretty houses. He brought his film camera, another one of his hobbies you just learned about, and took as many pictures of you posing with the different coloured houses. You werenât usually good at taking photos but Junmyeon made you feel so comfortable that it became second nature to pose for him. Â
As promised, Junmyeon takes you to his place early.Â
âIâll make us something to eat, okay? You rest.â Junmyeon says, pulling at your waist and kissing you.Â
âIs it okay if I shower here?â You ask and you can tell Junmyeon is trying to keep his cuteness aggression together as he lightly squeezes your cheeks.Â
âOf course. My shower caddy should be on the floor somewhere.â He tells you to which you snort. His room is still as messy as the first time you stepped foot in here. Heâll be done cooking by the time you find it.Â
He leaves to the kitchen, leaving you on a scavenger hunt for his toiletries. You grab one of his hoodies off the floor and surprisingly find it hiding there. You take the hoodie with you to prepare for what you have planned.Â
Itâs been 5 months since you started dating and Junmyeon has been so respectful with you, waiting patiently for you to be ready to have sex. Yes, youâve done other things like having him eat you out and finger you, and it must sound silly, but you felt so ready to let him have all of you after last night. You couldnât sleep last night, thinking about the way he said those three beautiful melodious words so effortlessly like it was as easy as breathing to love you.Â
And you felt the same way. You want to show him how much you did.Â
After your shower, you slipped into the lingerie set you had bought when you first started dating. You thought you were ready to jump right in but when Junmyeon so much as grazed your breasts, you froze. Ever since then, youâve been going very slowly, hitting a new milestone whenever you felt ready â Junmyeon letting you take the lead. You used his hoodie that swallowed your body, covering you right above your knee, and ran across the hallway, careful not to get caught by his housemates.Â
You waited anxiously for him to return, blow drying your hair as quickly as possible until you heard footsteps creak up the stairs. You turned it off quickly and you get lost in your steps, not sure how to pose â should you pose? oh, youâre such a noob.Â
Youâre a deer caught in headlights when Junmyeon comes up with two plates of pasta. He chuckles, coming to you and placing the plates on his desk, which was for once, cleared of anything else. Â
âWhy do you look like you just got caught doing something bad?â He grabs a handful of his clothes from the chair and turns around to put them on the bed. âCome eat-âÂ
Junmyeon drops the clothes to the floor, immediately rushing to admire you, holding you so carefully and passionately as he kisses you hungrily. You had taken his hoodie off to reveal the wild strawberry set that fit you like a glove.Â
âYouâre so beautiful, Y/N.â His eyes scan your face, soaking in your features into his brain to remember this moment. Â
âMyeonie, Iâm ready.â You say, placing a hand on his wrist, stroking it with your thumb. Â
âAre you sure? Please donât feel pressured because we said our first I love youâs.â He turns his hand so heâs the one holding yours now and brings it to his lips, lightly pressing on the back. Â
âI really want to.â Your gaze darkens, and Junmyeon gulps at the sight of his once shy girlfriend turn into his sultry princess. âWant you, Myeonie.âÂ
âAs you wish.â He says against your hand, placing one last kiss. He positions his hand on your lower back and the other at the nape of your neck before devouring your lips, kissing you like heâs famished, thirsty, hungry for you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling yourself impossibly closer to him. Â
You moan against his lips when he pulls away to kiss your neck, placing wet and warm kisses from your neck to your breasts. Â
âYou sound so beautiful, my love. Moan for me again.â He continues to suck on your neck, grabbing a fistful of your breast and squeezing it lightly. You release a light exhale, feeling your knees start to get weak â you fall on his bed.Â
Junmyeon towers over you, smiling fondly from above. Â
âToo much?â He asks with a head tilt. âTell me if itâs too much, okay?âÂ
âItâs not too much.â You say, reaching for his sweatpants and pulling them down. You look up innocently to find Junmyeon practically drooling at this image. Loving the way heâs staring at you, you bite on your lip and donât break eye contact when you pull his boxers down to reveal his throbbing member. You tap on the precum leaking out of his tip and watch the transparent liquid stretch when you pull your index away. You lick it from your finger. âWill you guide me, Myeonie?âÂ
His dick twitches. You grin.Â
âOh my love, youâre already doing so well.â He places an encouraging hand on your cheek that you lean into. You approach his dick with so many nerves in your stomach, afraid youâll do it wrong, but you trust Junmyeon will tell you what he likes and doesnât like. You run a long swipe of your tongue along his length. Junmyeon releases a shaky breath, running his hand across your hair with praise. Â
âBaby, lick your hand for me?â You listen, licking the palm of your hand. âGood girl. Now, massage here.âÂ
He grabs your wrist and places it on his balls. He helps you massage it the way he likes, setting a rhythm for you. He hisses, âJust like that. Good job, baby.âÂ
You lean forward and lick his tip once more to get another taste of his precum before you wrap your lips around the head, swirling your tongue around the slit. When you feel brave enough, you take in more of him. You hear Junmyeon moan and look up unintentionally. You see his head thrown back so you know you must be doing something right. You continue, sucking your cheek in and bobbing your head back and forth.Â
âYouâre doing so good, baby. Can you spit on it for me, love?â He holds your chin in his fingers when you pull back and a rope of saliva follows. You nod and spit on his member, taking your other hand to stroke it, spreading the wetness. âSuch a good listener.âÂ
You take him back in your mouth, relaxing your jaw to take as much as you can, leaving your hand at the bottom to take care of the rest of him you canât fit. You let the drool slip out of your mouth, using it to rub his length and balls. Junmyeonâs hold on your hair tightens. He quickly lets go when he realizes what he did, making you frown.Â
You look up and take him out of your mouth with a pop. Â
âI like it.â You snap Junmyeon out of it and heâs immediately attentive.Â
âWhat do you like baby?â He asks, wanting to please you the way youâre doing right now.Â
âWhen you pull on my hair.â Junmyeonâs jaw tightens and his eyes darken.Â
âOh?â He says before he loses his hand in your hair once again, grabbing a fistful and lightly tugging on it. âDoes my girl like it when Iâm a little rough with her?âÂ
You nod, âSo hot.â Â
âThen continue, let me please my girl.â You obey taking him in again, slobbering all over his length, saliva spreading messily. Junmyeon tightens his hold on your hair and lightly moves your head in a slow rhythm. You love that heâs being so gently rough with you, turning you on even more and feeling yourself get wetter. His hips start to move in the same tempo, hitting the back of your throat. âYouâre taking me so well. Iâm gonna cum soon, okay? Iâll move you.âÂ
You frown, shaking your head. You wanted to taste him just as heâs tasted you dozens of times.Â
âWhat? Darling, itâs bitter. You wonât like it.â He loosens his grip and lets you talk. Â
âLet me try.â Junmyeon twitches inside your mouth as you donât stop stroking and massaging him. His member is so wet with your drool â all you can hear in the room is the sounds of your slurping and Junmyeonâs moans. You can tell heâs close by the way he squeezes your hair and how he pushes your head closer to his base, letting his cum shoot down your throat. You swallow it all while staring up at him. He strokes your hair out your face lovingly.Â
âHow was it, baby?â He asks, always concerned he went too far. The wide smile that lights up your face is enough to reassure that he didnât.Â
âBitter.â You both laugh. Junmyeon lowers himself to kiss you and lightly pushes your back to the bed. He moves his lips to your chest, and continues south to your stomach and finally, places a peck on your heat through the lingerie. Â
He hooks his fingers around the lace and slowly slides it down your legs, removing it completely. He takes a quick whiff of the intricate underwear before setting it down to admire your bottom half.Â
âSuch a pretty colour on you.â He smiles, tickling your skin. He then kisses your thigh before lapping his tongue against your heat.Â
âYouâre so wet for me. Did sucking me off turn you on?â He teases, tongue swirling around your clit in eights. Ever since the first time you let him eat you out, Junmyeon has been slowly perfecting his craft, learning all the ways to make you cum with his mouth and fingers. He knows that you love it when he teases your clit â especially when his nose lightly grazes it. He knows that you love it when he puts his whole mouth on it and devours you like a man who just found his oasis. And he knows that you love it when he uses two hooked fingers to make you cum.Â
âCome on, baby. Cum in my mouth. You know how much I love it.â He glances up at you who barely has it together, hips arching into him to feel more of that blessed tongue of his. Your fingers find their way through his hair as he gives you your first orgasm of the night, pulling and pushing â unable to function anymore. Â
Your pussy throbs even more when Junmyeon comes up to meet your lips, rushing to let you taste yourself on his tongue. You felt his length rubbing against your thigh. Itâs hard again. You can feel his tip leaking. Â
You desperately needed him now. Â
âMyeonie, please. I need you.â You whine. Junmyeon watches you squirm under him impatiently. A tongue darts out and he licks his lips hungrily. He loves seeing you like this. He canât believe youâre the same timid girl that would shyly avoid eye contact when he tried talking to you.Â
âGod, youâre breathtaking when you beg for me like this.â Junmyeon reaches behind you and unhooks your bra. He moves it aside to wrap his mouth around your nipple, lightly biting on it, earning a gasp from you. He chuckles at your reaction and sucks on your breast, massaging the other with his hand. Your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. Â
âPlease.â You beg once more. You felt yourself get wetter every second he was swirling his tongue around you. You were feeling empty without him inside you. You needed to be filled by him.Â
âTsk tsk tsk, Iâve never seen you so impatient. I think Iâm spoiling you, love.â Junmyeon shakes his head before giving you a quick peck on your jaw. âIâll go slow. But youâre so wet, I think youâll be okay.âÂ
He places himself at your entrance, ready to push himself into you but not before teasing you a bit, spreading your juices around with his tip. You were breathing heavily now.Â
âTell me if Iâm hurting you, okay?â Junmyeon checks up on you one last time before he starts pushing the tip inside of you. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him to your lips to distract yourself from the foreign feeling. His tongue swipes on your bottom lip and you open up to invite him in, letting him wrestle with your tongue as he slowly enters the rest of his member inside you. Junmyeon pulls back then lazily pushes back into you, moving lazily to get you used to the feeling. The moans escaping your mouth is enough for him to speed his pace up a bit. His thrusts get deeper and deeper every time. It feels so good, your nails dig into his back. Â
âFaster, baby.â You whine against his lips.Â
Junmyeon hisses, âYouâre so good, so tight and wet for me.â He rests his forehead against yours as he thrusts into you a bit faster per your request. âI love you so much, Y/N.âÂ
âI love you too, Junmyeon.â You say, bringing your lips to his for a desperate kiss. You were so deep in love with him, felt like it was impossible for you two to have once been strangers. Junmyeon peppers kisses all over your face, showering you with love. Â
âMy sweet girl.â His rhythm is steady. Heâs hitting parts of you his fingers were never able to reach, making you see stars. Your eyes shut when you feel yourself get close. Junmyeon swipes a thumb on your cheek, prompting you to open your eyes. âUh, uh. You know I want to see those shiny eyes of yours.âÂ
âWhere do you want me to cum, my love?â He asks breathily, his pace starting to get erratic â itching for a release.Â
âOn my stomach?â You ask shyly and Junmyeon smiles at how cute you look. Â
âAs you wish.â He reassures you, kissing the side of your face and hiding his in the crook of your neck. Youâre both a mess of moans and groans as Junmyeon gets you to your climax. He snakes his thumb onto your clit, applying pressure and rubbing it in circles.Â
Itâs the perfect touch to reach your climax. You squeal into his ear and he rapidly catches your lips, careful not to make too much noise for his housemates. You feel yourself tighten around him and Junmyeon swears under his breath. Â
He quickly pulls out and strokes himself to completion, covering your stomach with his cum. He collapses on top of you and chuckles.Â
âGod, I love you.âÂ
chananyeol bong: ANOTHA ONE!!! heheheheheh i wanted this story to be one part but the smut didnt feel right to put it right after they got together, so bonus part!!! yayy!!! đđ i hope u guys enjoyed!!!! hbd junmyeon (again)!! onto the nexttttt mwah mwah chupchup!!! đâ¤ď¸âđĽđ
âł summary: a favor from your best friend spirals into something completely out of control
âł wc: 7k
âł baekhyun x f!reader | smut, angst elements, some fluff | 18+ warnings: fingering, eaterrrrrr baek (oral sex - f receiving), hair pulling, raw p in v. some overstim, dirty talk, and implied cum eating but very light
âł a/n: requested by lovely anon! i struggle so much with angst so i hope it at least partway delivers <3
âHeâs such a fucking bum,â Baekhyun sighs. He throws the crumpled piece of paper in the air and it lands on your chest. âWho dumps people with a handwritten note?â
âThat was so like him though,â you grumble. âHe was so anti-phone. Every time I showed him a reel he would say, you know that stuff is rotting your brain, right?â
Baekhyun turns back from his position on the floor to look at you, scandalized. âYou were sending him reels?â
âYes?â You roll your eyes at his pout. âYou know that you donât like, own Instagram right? Iâm allowed to send reels to other people besides you.â
âYouâre not allowed to send reels to people that dump you through a handwritten note slid under your door.â He turns back around and leans his head back on the couch, the top of his head nearly touching your thigh. âYouâre okay, though? You donât seem very torn up about it.â
âWhat if I was?â you hum. âWould that be so terrible?â
âAre you?â
You arenât. Youâd dumped others and been dumped so many times but youâd never actually experienced heartbreak. It never felt real enough to you to feel the hurt. Youâd simply nod and move on, blocking their numbers before you were even out the door. Baekhyun called you a sociopath, you called yourself realistic. Besides, who is he to judge anyways? How many nights have you spent rubbing his back because the pretty girl at the bar ghosted him? You think about saying this, but that wouldnât be a very nice thing to say to your best friend, who was kind enough to open his door to you at midnight with no questions asked.
âHe sucked,â you say instead.Â
âI could have told you that. I donât think he knew my name. He just called everyone âbro.â Even you.âÂ
âHe always made us split the bill when we went out.â
âIâm pretty sure he was trying to flirt with Jonginâs girlfriend last week.â
âHe never ate me out.â
Baekhyun chokes, and for a second you think that maybe, for the first time in your fifteen years of friendship, youâve gone too TMI. He makes that sound again, a strained, choking sound high in the back of his throat.Â
Then you realize that heâs laughing.
âFuck off,â you mumble, tossing a throw pillow at his head.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry,â he wheezes. Is he wiping a fucking tear from his eyes right now? âItâs just like â go fucking figure, yâknow?â
âWhat do you mean?âÂ
He turns around to fully face you, still trying to stifle down his giggles. âLike, if thereâs a guy who treats his girlfriend like shit thereâs like a 90% chance he wonât go down on her either.â
Your eyebrows crease together. âThat doesnât make any sense.â
âWhy not?â he asks. âLike if a guy is a piece of shit he wouldnât want to do something thatâs solely for her pleasure. Of course heâd never turn down a blowjob, but the other way? No way.â
âBut I donât think it works the other way, right?â you say. âLike a guy can be a good partner but not do it.â
âI mean everyone has their preferences, I guess but a downright refusal without a good reason is kind of a red flag.â He raises an eyebrow. âWhy are you getting defensive about this?â
âI am not.â
âYes you are.â
âI guess âcus like⌠Iâve had partners that werenât shitty people.â
Baekhyun falls silent, eyes wide and incredulous. âAre you implying what I think youâre implying?â
You groan and cover your burning face in your hands. âCan we drop it?â
âNo oneâs ever gone down on you?â he asks.Â
âBaekâŚâ
âThatâs fucking insane,â he mutters.
âOkay, well, since youâre the fucking sex expert how many times have you done it?â you spit out. You sit up, fully looking him in the eyes. The teasing glint is long gone now, replaced by something that you realize is close to pity.
âLike⌠every time?â he says weakly.Â
âEvery time,â you repeat, voice flat. âEvery time you hook up with a girl you go down on her?â
âI at least offer!âÂ
A bitter silence falls over the two of you as you turn over this new piece of information in your head. Of course itâs something that youâve thought about from time to time, but you always just thought it was something optional. A little appetizer to the main course. And you donât get an appetizer every time you get a meal. But as you think back to all your partners, all the excuses that they gave you for not wanting to do it, you canât help but feel⌠bad. Was there something about you that made all your partners not want to go down on you?
âItâs nothing wrong with you,â Baekhyun says. He has a funny way of doing that, assuming what youâre thinking without you saying anything. âI think you just happen to only date terrible people.â
âThanks, Byun.â
He shrinks away. He knows you only call him that when youâre pissed. âHey,â he says softly, tugging at your pajama pant leg. âI could do it for you if you wanted.â
You nearly shoot up straight in your seat. âExcuse me?âÂ
He holds his hands up in front of his face, anticipating you to smack him. âIâm being serious. Just so you could see what all the hype is about.â
Itâs not an immediately horrible idea. It was just a favor, a way for you to test the waters. But still, thinking that Baekhyun is (objectively) good looking and pretending that you donât occasionally fantasize about him from time to time (which is a totally normal thing to happen to best friends) are completely different things from, well, actually having sex with him.Â
âIs it going to be weird?â you ask. âYâknow, after?â
He shrugs. âI donât think so. Iâve had lots of meaningless sex.â
âOuch.â
âYou know what I mean,â he rolls his eyes. âI mean that weâre not going to fall in love or anything just because I put my mouth on you. Youâll still be my best friend.â
âBesides,â he continues. âWonât it feel better knowing that itâs coming from someone who cares about you? Instead of some rando who wonât pay for dinner?â
âCan you please be nicer about my dating history?â
âDate a normal guy then I'll see.â Baekhyun sticks his pinky out towards you. âWe can drop it right now and Iâll never bring it up again, I swear. But if youâre interested⌠Iâm offering.â
As you stare at his outstretched pinky, you think one more time that maybe this is a bad idea. Then, your treacherous mind betrays you. How bad could it be? It was only a one time thing.
âYou better be good,â you say, hooking your pinky with his.
He grins cheekily. âNever had any complaints.â
The two of you wisely decide to not do anything that night, to give you both some time to think about it and maybe even back out. You almost do. Several times, in fact. But the curiosity always wins out over the anxiety in the end. One week later, youâre in your own apartment, sitting next to each other on the side of your bed. Heâs freshly showered, and he smells like your shampoo (he always uses too much), and suddenly this is feeling too real.
âItâs just me,â he says softly, noticing your nerves. âDo you want to back out?â
You hesitate for only a second before firmly shaking your head, as if doing so could convince the butterflies in your stomach to settle. âIâm ready.â
Baekhyunâs eyes flutter shut as he leans forward, pursing his lips the slightest amount. A strange feeling, a mix of overwhelm, panic, and maybe even manic laughter fills your chest. âWait,â you blurt out.
He opens his eyes, biting back an exasperated sigh. âWe can stop.â
âNo, itâs not that, itâs the⌠can we not kiss?â
Thereâs a pause, before he throws his hands up in disbelief. âNo kissing?âÂ
âYou said it yourself, this is meaningless. And kissing just kinda makes it mean something to me?â Your voice shrinks with every word, wilting under the incredulity of his gaze.Â
âMeaningless wasnât a good word,â he says quietly. Almost regretfully. âBut yeah. Okay, we can skip the kissing.â He has an unreadable expression for a moment before he shakes it off, replacing it with the easygoing air that youâre used to. âNot sure how you want to get in the mood without it butââ
The words die on his tongue when you abruptly pull your shirt over your head, reaching back to unhook your bra before you have the chance to feel self-conscious about it. His gaze drops down, eyes widening almost comically. You shove the rest of your clothes down your legs and shift onto the bed so that youâre laying back against the pillows. âYouâre the expert,â you say, trying to ignore the way that your voice is trembling slightly. âSo show me how you get started.â
Baekhyun swallows, trying to not be too shameless in the way heâs staring at your body, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips slightly before he settles in between your legs. âCan Iâ?â he says carefully, his hand brushing against your waist.
âDo anything you want to do,â you exhale. âIâll tell you if I donât like it.â
He lays down onto his stomach and spreads your legs, hooking his arm under your thighs. Your eyes flutter shut of their own accord, breath hitching in anticipation. What if you donât like it after all? you think. What if he doesnât? What if there actually is something wrong with me and heâs just like the rest of them?Â
A small gasp rips from your throat when you feel his lips on your inner thigh, brushing lightly at first before kissing the plush skin there. Your heart is hammering behind your ribcage, muscles tensing when he switches to the other side. You feel exposed with your core so close to his face, even more so since you can feel yourself getting wetter by the second.Â
After what seems simultaneously like a lifetime and a lightning flash, he finally focuses his attention onto your pussy. He starts slow, licking a long stripe up the length of your cunt, flicking his tongue at the top. Then his mouth descends, tongue dipping into your pussy, a low and almost inaudible groan leaving his mouth.
âAhââ You let your head tip back against the pillows, eyes falling shut as he works his mouth over you. His tongue is so wet, lips so soft. You lose yourself in it for a while, slowly getting used to the feeling of him, the slick noises between your legs make you less embarrassed as each second slips by.Â
His lips abruptly seal over your clit and you jolt when he starts to suck. Your legs twitch in his hold of their own volition, your fists scrambling to clutch the sheets below you. âOh, that feels good,â you gasp, your voice coming out breathy, foreign to your own ears.Â
Baekhyun repeats the motion, losing his grip on one of your thighs to bring the pads of his fingers to your dripping hole, shallowly thrusting the tips inside, flirting with your entrance. You buck your hips, inviting him in, pulse pounding in your ears as the pressure in your stomach continues to build higher and higher.
The second that he slips his fingers completely inside of you, you know that itâs over.
Long, slim digits slide inside of you, searching for the one spot that will make you break, mouth still working over your clit, alternating between sucking and licking. âYou like that?â he asks, gaze burning, studying your expression.
He groans against your skin, and the sound of his voice, usually so light and airy, pitched lower with thinly disguised desperation, sends a new wave of arousal pulsing through you. âMy hair,â he gasps, pulling away from you for a second. You look down to meet his gaze and are nearly bowled over by the sight of him: expression dark and thick with lust, lips pink and wet, dripping with you. âPut your hand in my hair.â
Your fingers sink into the soft locks of his hair, pushing his face against you. Youâre practically riding his face now, but you donât care, canât care when it feels so good. WIth a final cry of his name, his mouth and his fingers bring you to the edge. Your orgasm crashes into you, crackling like static in your veins. Your back bows, arching into him, your grip on his hair borderline painful. He keeps going, prolonging the pleasure until it becomes too much and youâre softly pleading for him to give in.
âHoly fuck,â you say finally.Â
âGood?â he asks. You look down to find him smirking playfully, equal parts annoying and endearing.Â
âSolid 8 out of 10,â you reply. âAlways room for improvement.â
Baekhyun rolls his eyes and gets up, handing you your clothes from the side of the bed. âI just gave you head and you wanna be smart with me.â He stands and your eyes widen when you see his sweatpants.Â
Heâs hard as fuck.
âDo you wantâ umââ Your eyes flick away, trying to look anywhere but at it.
âNah, itâs all good,â Baekhyun replies easily. If heâs embarrassed, he doesnât show it, even if his voice sounds rough with need. âThis was supposed to be for you.â
âOh. Okay.â The reminder of all this isâ a one-time favorâ hits again. You try to pretend that youâre not disappointed. âDo you wanna watch a movie?â
âSure, but I get to pick.â He nudges you to scoot over and slides into bed next to you as if nothingâs changed, as if things are going to go back to normal just as easily as they had skewed from it.
Things donât go back to normal.Â
How could they? Both of you had been too stupid, too naive (too hopeful?) to think otherwise. Baekhyun casts glances at you when he thinks youâre not looking, and you find yourself zoning out into his face until he has to snap in front of you. When he feeds you a bite from his meal, as he always does, you notice the way that he swallows, gaze drifting to watch your lips close over his fork.
Itâs torture. You canât even get yourself off without thinking about the feeling of his mouth on you. Seeking other people is out of the question entirely because now that heâd shown you exactly what youâd been missing, how could you ever settle for anything less? You throw yourself into anything you can: work, exercise, picking up abandoned hobbies. Anything to get your mind off of him, off the sound of his voice when heâs turned on, the feeling of his hair in your fistâŚ
âAre you like⌠okay?âÂ
You blink back to reality, back from where youâve been watching Baekhyun walk to the restroom, back to focus on Kyungsoo in front of you.Â
âYeah, sorry,â you say, eating a fry to distract yourself. âJust been a bit distracted lately.â
Across the table, Kyungsoo narrows his eyes inquisitively. âDistracted by⌠Baekhyun?â he says carefully.
You deflate. âIs it that obvious?â
âUm⌠yes? I feel like Iâm third-wheeling the two of you more than usual.â
âSooâŚâ You put your head in your hands and whine. âI need to tell you something but you canât tell anyone and you need to be normal when Baek comes back.â
âNo promises.â
âWe⌠hooked up. Sort of.â
Instead of any sort of reaction of surprise, Kyungsoo just blinks at you. âOh. You havenât been hooking up this whole time?â
âWhat?!â You lower your voice when the neighboring tables whip their heads to look at you. âIs that what people think?â
âPeople think that you guys are full on together and have been for years,â he deadpans.Â
âWell, you know that weâre not, right?â
âYeah, I know,â he shrugs. âBut thereâs always the possibility that things are happening beyond my knowledge.â
âWhat do I do?âÂ
Kyungsoo pauses. âAre things just awkward now? If itâs that, then I think itâll fizzle out on its own.â
âNo, itâs that⌠I think I kind of like him? Or at least want to hook up with him again. And I think that maybe he also wants to?â
âSo hook up again.â
In the corner of your eye you see Baekhyun leave the restroom so you adjust your posture, stealthily raising your eyebrow towards him so that Kyungsoo knows heâs coming. âItâs not that easy, Soo.â
âI think it is,â he replies, then clears his throat before raising the volume of his voice. âAnyways, did you want to get dessert?â
âOoh, you guys are talking about dessert?â Baekhyun slides into the booth next to you, stealing a fry off your plate easily. âCan we split a slice of cheesecake?â
âGet your own slice, Baekhyun,â Kyungsoo says. âLast time you hogged it all.â
Baekhyun splutters in protest, and you laugh, ignoring the way that your heart squeezes.
âYou wanna come by my place for a bit? Watch a movie?â Baekhyun asks.Â
When Kyungsoo left the car just moments ago, itâs as if he took all of the easygoing nature of the hangout with him. Now the atmosphere is heavy, wrought with tension so thick you can practically taste it. Baekhyun drums his fingers against the wheel anxiously.Â
You could say no. You have to do your grocery shopping tomorrow, your place is a wreck and you need to do a deep clean, you donât have any of the belongings you need to stay overnight (which is a complete non-issue. Youâve had extra clothes and a spare toothbrush at his for as long as you can remember). Youâre not stupid: you know what will end up happening if you stay the night.
But a part of you that you arenât quite ready to reckon with yet wants it.
âSure,â you say.Â
Neither of you are paying attention to the movie that he throws on when you get there. His arm around you is nothing new, his knee knocking against yours is familiar territory, but it all feels so different now. Youâre hyperaware of everything: every shift he makes, every time he clears his throat.Â
Your heart hammers in your chest, beating behind your ribcage with a ferocity youâve never known before. Calm down, you think. This is Baekhyun. This is Baekhyun and this is normal and weâre just best friendsâ
He calls your name.
Softly. Pleading.Â
When you turn towards him, his face is so close that you can count every individual eyelash, see every mole on his face in spectacular detail. The soft glow from the lamplight bathes him in gold. His gaze drifts down, down towards your mouth, his lips parting ever so slightly.
Fuck it.
Before you know it, youâre straddling him, thighs bracketing his hips. You throw your shirt over your head and unclip your bra, shuddering slightly when he splays his hand across your side. His lips dip toward yours and you pull away in a panic.
âNo kissing,â you whisper.
He exhales harshly, almost like a laugh, before he diverts his pathway to your neck. âGod, you drive me fucking crazy,â he mutters, pressing kisses down the column of your throat. His hands reach up to cup your tits, brushing your nipples under his thumb.Â
You roll your hips down, pressing yourself against his hardening cock with increasing intensity. âShit,â he hisses, pulling away. âLay down for me.â He pushes you gently onto your back, discarding his clothing and the rest of yours in the process. His fingers enter you slowly, stretching you out as he covers your body with his.Â
âYouâre so obvious, yâknow?â he chuckles against your skin when you whine. âPractically giving me fuck me eyes every damn day.â
âFuck you.â Your voice holds no malice, not even a little bit of bite, going breathy around the edges when he thrusts his fingers in deep. âYouâre not any better. I saw you looking at my ass the other day.â
âCan you blame me?â He pulls out and positions you so that your legs are wrapped around his waist, his cock positioned at your entrance. âYouâre fucking perfect.â
He doesnât waste any time, immediately thrusting into you at a brutal pace. Itâs messy, frantic, your blood thrumming through your veins. You gasp, clutching onto his shoulders for dear life, each thrust pushing you deeper into the couch cushions.
âHoly fuck,â you moan, your head falling back. âJust like that.â
âYeah?â he grunts, his fringe hanging low over his eyes, casting the top half of his face in shadow. âTell me how good it is.â
You donât even have it in you to make a smart comment back, too bowled over by the quick pace and the mounting pleasure. âS-So good, Baek. Donât stop.â
He pulls out of you momentarily just to drape your legs over his shoulders, practically bending you in half when he re-enters your slick pussy, caging his arms around your head. The position makes you feel so vulnerable, so completely under his will that it sends a thrill up your spine.Â
âDo you have any idea,â he murmurs, voice strained with the effort of keeping up the pace, âjust how much Iâve thought about you since that night? Canât get the fuckinâ taste of you out of my head.â
You whimper at the heat of his confession. âMe too,â you say. âCouldnât stop thinking about it. Never had anyone like that.â
He chuckles, slowing his hips until heâs just grinding into you. âAnd what about this? Any of those assholes fuck you this good?âÂ
You shake your head, subtly arching into him, trying to get him to resume his pace. âNever. Keep going, need more.â
âGonna have to hear you say âplease,ââ he teases.
âGod, please,â you gasp. âPlease, I want it.â
He fucks into you like he has something to prove, moving his hips with devastating precision. His control is slipping, you see it in the way that his jaw tenses, feel it in the way his hips start to stutter. Youâre no betterâ with every minute, you feel your orgasm threatening to overtake you, the overwhelming heat coiling low in your stomach.Â
âIâm close,â you whisper.Â
âMe too,â he says, voice breaking. He snakes his hand around as best as he can to reach your clit, the pad of his finger brushing the sensitive nub. âWith me, please. Wanna feel it.â
You unravel together, bodies curled in on one another. It rolls through you in waves, white-hot pleasure that makes your vision turn to static around the edges. His fingers dig into your sides, breath hot as he pants against your collarbone, emptying himself inside of you.
You donât even have a moment to catch your breath before heâs pulling out and kneeling on the floor, draping your legs over his shoulders once again. âWhat are youâ fuck!â Your oversensitive body twitches when he puts his tongue against you, sealing his lips over your clit and inserting two fingers inside.Â
âI need to taste you again,â he pants. Desperate, needy in a primal way that makes you dizzy. âPlease.â
Your moans turn to full-on whimpers as he brings you back to the edge in record time, squeezing your eyes shut as you tremble through it. You cum with a shout of his name, gripping his hair between your fingers.Â
Then, as your body comes down to Earth, the reality of whatâs happened starts to dawn on you.
Uncertainty settles in before anything else. You shift so that you can meet Baekhyunâs gaze, but to your amazement, you donât see your own hesitance reflected back at you. He smiles at you easily, charmingly, as if he hadnât just fucked your brains out.
âYou alright?â he asks. âWas it too rough?â
âNo,â you say, voice hoarse. âCan you get my clothes?â
You get dressed in silence, watching the muscles in his back flex as he pulls his shirt over his head. What the fuck just happened? Last time was just a one-off, a favor. But this?
âCan we talk about this?â
Baekhyunâs easygoing facade slips for a second. âYeah. Yeah, sit down.âÂ
You sit down next to him on the couchâthe couch where you had just had sex, what the fuck?âand take a deep breath. âWhere are we going with this? The sex and stuff?â
He shrugs. âWherever you want it to go. Are you having fun?â
âYeah,â you say. âI just want to make sure that weâre on the same page about, yâknow, expectations and stuff.â
Baekhyun chooses his next words carefully before reaching over and putting his hand on top of yours. âWe can always stop and I wonât be upset or disappointed. But if youâre open to it, I would really like to keep doing this.â
âIâm just scared itâs going to change things for us.â
âNothing will change,â he whispers, smiling. âYouâre still my best friend.â
And the way he looks at you⌠how can you be expected not to believe him?
It becomes a routine.Â
Frantic quickies at 3am, lazy morning sex, even in the back of his car after a party. You canât keep your hands off of him, and he canât keep his hands off of you. Nearly every time youâre alone together, your clothes end up discarded, forgotten on the floor. He learns his way around your body quickly, until making you cum is second nature, as easily as making you laugh. Youâre not a bad student either: you learn that he really likes it when you beg, loves it even more when you say his name right before you shatter on his fingers, on his lips, on his cock.
One more time turns into two more times turns into five. Full days pass where the two of you spend all day in bed, lazily dozing in between sessions until you remember that there actually is an outside world that you have to attend to. Youâre running out of turtlenecks to wear to work, the only clothing sufficient enough to hide the constellations of love bites across your neck and chest.
Despite all this, heâs still your best friend. You still swap inside jokes, still annoy the hell out of each other. Heâs still your comfort person, your safe space, even as you become more vulnerable with him than you ever thought possible.Â
Itâs another lazy night following a lazy day spent in bed. You trace abstract patterns on his back absentmindedly when he perks up suddenly. âIâm bored,â he says. âYou wanna go for a walk?â
âRight now?â you ask. âItâs dark out.â
âWeâll just walk to the park and back. What, you donât think Iâll protect you if any monsters come out of the shadows?â
To Baekhyunâs credit, the park is actually well-lit at night. You take the winding trail through the trees slowly, with all the time in the world. You still find things to talk about, even after years of friendship, after all the hours that youâve been spending together recently.Â
âDo you hear that?â Baekhyun asks. And you do, the sounds of live music drawing closer and closer. As you approach the gazebo, you see an older man sitting inside, playing his guitar.Â
âHey, isnât thisâ?â you say.
Baekhyunâs eyes widen in recognition before a smile spreads across his face. âOh yeah!âÂ
A high school dance, one of the few that you attended, you canât remember which one. You had both been rejected by your crushes and ended up having to go with each other. During the slow dance to this very song, the two of you decided to dance together but could not for the life of you stop giggling. Dirty looks were cast your way by the other couples on the dance floor, but you kept snickering into his shoulder, and he kept muffling his laughter in your hair.
âShall we dance?â he asks, holding his hand out in an exaggerated manner.
âThe pleasure is all mine, sir,â you curtsy before taking his hand.
It starts out the same way, all giggly and joking, Baekhyun twirling and dipping you until your head spins. You see the old man cast a smile your way and you nod at him as he continues playing. âBeautiful!â he shouts.
âIsnât she?â Baekhyun laughs.
And maybe itâs the way that you become aware of his steady hand on your waist, maybe itâs the way that his eyes crinkle up at the edges when he smiles. But all of a sudden, you become painfully, horribly, much too aware of the fact that you are definitely, without question, in love with him.Â
When had it all changed? Somewhere among all the times that you were under him? In between the whispered praises, the affectionate touches? Or maybe, God forbid, were the feelings there all along?
It doesnât really matter in the end. All that you know is that everything is different now. Itâs as if the world ceases spinning, time slows to a crawl. Youâre in love with your best friend. The realization is enough to knock the wind out of your chest.
Baekhyun tilts his head at you questioningly. âYou okay?â he murmurs, eyebrows creasing with concern.Â
You just nod. Your emotions are so stuck in your throat that youâre afraid to answer. The gentle strumming of the guitar stops, leaving the two of you in the silence of the night.Â
âWhatâs up with you?âÂ
You blink and find Baekhyun staring at you, concerned. âNothing,â you reply.
âYouâve been so quiet lately,â he says. âDistant.â
âJust have some things on my mind.â You canât, wonât meet his gaze. Itâs been a few weeks since that night in the park, and all of your energy has been focused on keeping everything normal. The way it always was, the way it always should be. But your mask has been slipping lately, wearing your irritation on your sleeve, spacing out more than usual. Baekhyunâs too perceptive to have gone this long without noticing.Â
He turns back to the TV, worrying his bottom lip in between his teeth the way he does when heâs thinking. âYou know, donât you?â
âKnow what?â And for a moment, you feel your heart rate start to pick up, fluttering with hope. You know that I have feelings for you, right? You imagine how those words would sound coming from him. Would he say it in a serious way? Or with that same, lighthearted confidence thatâs permeated your entire friendship?
âThat Iâm seeing someone.â
You didnât think it was possible for your entire world to shatter with just four words. He has the audacity to look surprised when you gasp, an ugly, strangled sound in the back of your throat.
âIs that⌠not whatââ
âWhat?â
âIâm sorry!â he splutters. âI thought you figured it out and thatâs why you were pulling awayââ
You stand up and pace across the room, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Shielding yourself from him. âSince when?â
âFor like a month,â he says quietly.
âBaek⌠we hooked up so much in the pastââ
âI know.â He pinches the bridge of his nose and looks down, frustrated. âI know. But weâve really just been talking and only went on a couple dates and just decided that we should be exclusive. Like literally last night.â
You laugh bitterly. âSo we have to stop, then. Thanks for the fucking heads up, I guess.â
âStop what?âÂ
You look at him as if heâs grown two heads. âAre you joking?â
Baekhyun narrows his eyes. âIf youâre asking me if we have to stop having sex, then yes, we have to stop having sex.â
âNo shit, Byun.â You sigh, a clusterfuck of emotions rising like bile in your chest. âBut where does it stop? Weâre going to have to stop hanging out, she probably wonât like it if we hang out at all.â
âOkay, hold on.â Baekhyun stands and grabs you gently by both shoulders, forcing you to look at him. âYouâre jumping to a lot of conclusions. I love you, but please calm down.â
I love you. It hits you like a slap to the face. âDonât say that.â
His face twists with pain. âI know you hate when I tell you to calm down but I need you to hear me right now. Nothingâs going to change. We just have to stop hooking up, okay?â
Of course he doesnât even register that the calm down part of the sentence wasnât the part that bothered you. âRight. Remember what happened the last time we said nothing was going to change between us?â
Baekhyun falls silent, grappling with the right words to say. Finally, he settles on, âPlease. Please donât hate me for this.â
You throw your hands up in frustration, twisting out of his grip to grab your bag and head towards the door. âI donât know, it kinda feels like youâre breaking up with me right now.â
âDonât say that.â His voice hardens instantly. âWeâre friends. Weâre just best friends.â
âBest friends donât do this!â you yell. âThey donât have morning sex or dance with each other at the park or have sit down conversations saying that they have to stop hooking up because one of them started seeing someone. They just donât.â
âSo what are you saying then?â he says, tone sharp enough to cut with, dripping with malice. âThat youâre in love with me or something?â
Your breath hitches. The way he says it as if itâs something so terrible.
âWhat if I am?â Your voice cracks, small and pathetic.Â
He melts instantly, all the venom sucked out of him in one go, and you see your best friend again. âOh.â
Humiliation spreads like a virus in your chest. So he didnât know after all.Â
âIâm so sorryââ
You throw your bag over your shoulder. The second your back turns to him, the hot tears fall down your face. âItâs fine. Just forget it.â
âWait, pleaseââ
âI said forget it.â You head towards the door without another look back at him, slamming it shut behind you. You almost want to wait to hear the hurried footsteps behind you, but you canât stand the thought of waiting in that cold, empty hallway, waiting to be followed by someone who would never come.
The calls stop after the third day.
Before the silence, he calls every hour on the hour. You listen to a few of the voicemails from the first day. Hi, can we please talk about this? I donât want to lose you. Please. After a while, it gets too painful to hear his voice, and the number of unopened voicemails ticks higher and higher until they donât anymore.Â
You hardly leave your apartment as weeks go by. It hadnât occurred to you before now just how much time you had been spending with him. Your days feel emptier now, lacking a spark that he always brought. The silence of your empty place feels almost oppressive.Â
The thought comes into your mind one night when youâre burying your feelings into a pint of ice cream that this must be what it feels like to be heartbroken. You laugh a bit at the ironyâ you always figured that the first time you would experience this, youâd at least have the solace of your best friend to crawl to.
A rapt knocking at your front door brings you out of your stupor and your heart leaps into your throat. You sit frozen for a few seconds before the knocking comes again. Before you can think about it too hard, youâre on your feet bounding towards the door.
âBaek, Iââ
âUh, hi?â
Itâs not Baekhyun on the other end, but Kyungsoo, who looks a little startled at your appearance. âI was getting a little worried about you, you havenât answered any of my texts.â
âOh, um⌠you can come in. Itâs a bit of a mess.â
Kyungsoo looks around your place as he steps inside, littered with trash and piles of laundry. You have half a mind to be embarrassed about it, but he just looks with concern, free of judgement. âDo you want to tell me whatâs going on?â
You tell him everything, trying your best not to trip over your words, determined to get through the story without crying. Kyungsoo listens silently, nodding when appropriate, but never makes a move to interject. Finally, when youâre done, and the lump in your throat feels almost too large to bear, he says, âSo you havenât contacted him since this happened?â
âNo.â
âAnd he just sent a bunch of voicemails, didnât text, didnât show up here?â
âYes.â
âAnd you⌠want him to?â
âYes. No. I donât know.â Your head sinks into your hands, the heels of your palms digging into your closed eyelids. âI donât know what I feel right now. I just wish that we never did anything to begin with so I never had to realize these feelings.â
âWell⌠we canât take it back. And I think itâs obvious now that things have changed, so⌠now all thatâs left to do is renegotiate the terms of the relationship.â
âBut what ifâŚâ Your voice comes out small. âWhat if I donât like his terms? What if he doesnât like mine?â
You feel a gentle hand on your back. âYou wonât know until you talk about it. That goes for him too. He needs to be a better communicator. Jesus.â
You laugh wetly. âItâs something weâve always had in common.â
âAvoidance attachment?â
When you peek up through your fingers, Kyungsooâs smiling good-naturedly. âCâmon, get up. Take a shower and Iâll clean up a little.â
âYou donât have to do that,â you groan.
âI know. I want to. You donât have a choice.â
The next time you hear a knock on your door, you know that itâs not Kyungsoo.Â
Baekhyun smiles at you sadly in the doorway, already looking like heâs bracing himself for your rejection. âHi.â
âHi,â you say. Your tongue feels like it weighs a thousand pounds.
âI can leave if you want me to, and I wonât bother you again, I swear. I just thought Iâd try to talk to you one last time?â
You swallow, then open the door wider. âCome in.â
He looks tired. He hovers around the corners of the room as if he doesnât know this place better than his own. You get him a glass of water, and you sit awkwardly side by side on your couch. The silence is nearly unbearable, but thankfully, he doesnât take very long to break it.Â
âI broke up with her.â
You nod slowly. âWhen?â
âA day after everything,â Baekhyun says. âI told you in a voicemail, but uh, I assumed you were ignoring it or you didnât want anything to do with me.â
âI didnât hear it,â you admit. âBut I never asked you to do that for me.â
âYou didnât have to.â Baekhyun takes a breath, fidgeting with the glass in his hands. âI was scared to admit that becoming physical with you had changed things between us. I thought that if I tried looking elsewhere that things between us could go back to the way they were.â
âYou wanted things to go back?â you ask.Â
âI thought that I would rather things go back to normal than to lose you entirely.â
âYou kept insisting that things never changed,â you say. âYou were the one that kept that boundary.â
âI know,â he sighs. He looks up at you, dark eyes broken. âI was a fucking idiot. I thought that if I kept saying it, I would believe it.â
âCouldnât you feel it?â Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, stinging the back of your throat. âCouldnât you feel that I was falling for you?â
âI didnât want to believe it. I thought it was my brain telling me what I wanted to hear.â Baekhyun laughs. âIâm such a mess. I ruined everything.â
âYou didnât.â You reach over and grab his hands. His gaze snaps up to meet yours, eyes glimmering with hope. âYou didnât ruin anything, Baek. I should have been more upfront with my feelings too. I shouldnât have ignored your calls.â
Baekhyun worries his bottom lip between his teeth before speaking again. âSo if you were to be more upfront about your feelings now, what would you say?â
âI would sayâŚâ You take a deep breath. âThat I think Iâm in love with you. And I want to try being something more than your best friend.â
His face breaks into a relieved grin. âI love you too. And Iâm so, so sorry for everything.â
âYou donât have to be sorry.â
âI do,â he frowns. âI did a really douchey thing to you and I regret itââ
You cut him off by climbing into his lap, putting both of your hands on the sides of his face. His words die on his tongue, lips falling apart in awe, looking at you like youâre the most precious thing in the world.Â
âPlease,â you whisper. âJust kiss me.â
Soft lips meet yours cautiously, hesitantly. His arms wrap around your waist and pull you in close, deepening the kiss at the same time. He kisses you with care, like you have all the time in the world, moving his lips against yours perfectly in sync.Â
And itâs so amazing. Itâs unfair just how amazing it feels, how long youâve denied yourself from being like this, from being with him. You melt in his arms, losing yourself in the rhythm of his lips, the soft gasps of breath in between, the warmth of his body against yours.Â
You slip your hands into his hair and he groans, breaking apart from you for a second. âDonât do that,â he murmurs.Â
âYou donât like it?â
âNo, I⌠I like it a lot.â He looks up at you through his lashes, exhaling shakily. âI just want to do this for a while and that makes it really hard for me to not carry you into your bedroom right now.â
You smile, rolling your hips down once, decisively, onto his lap before dipping down for another kiss. âNo reason why we canât do both,â you whisper.
Baekhyunâs eyes widen before he brings you in even closer, pressing his face into your shoulder. âYouâre trying to kill me.â
âJust making up for lost tiâah!â Your hands scramble to grab onto his shoulders as he stands, carrying you to the bedroom. Your laughter echoes off the walls of your apartment as he walks, filling the place with the light that it sorely missed, that it wonât ever be without from this moment on.Â
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genre: fluffy college!au, sister's (not best) friend suho x reader, chanyeol x reader (not really)
summary: you get rejected by your crush and ask your sister for help to talk to boys </3 lots of misunderstandings and miscommunications heheheheh
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Youâre pacing back and forth in front of your sisterâs room, debating in your head. This feels insanely stupid and childish. You were close to Stephanie. This shouldnât be hard to ask. Â
âI can hear you drag your feet out there.â She finally calls out to you, tired of the incessant noise you were making. Â
âSorry.â You open her door and carefully shut it behind you. âI need a favor.âÂ
âWhat kind of favor?â She continues to type on her laptop. Her nails are freshly done in her classic pink shade. Her hair is curled so effortlessly. Her lash extensions look so natural on her. Sheâs beautiful. Sheâs always been so beautiful.Â
âUm,â You find a spot on her freshly made bed and find a plushie to hug to ease your nerves. âThereâs this guy...âÂ
The typing is put to a halt and Stephanie slowly turns around to face you, jaw dropped. You have never been interested in boys before. You asked your parents to enroll you in an all-girls high school, thatâs how uninterested you were in them. Stephanie cannot believe her own ears. âSay that again.âÂ
âSteph... Please, itâs so embarrassing.â You hide your face in the plushie.Â
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry! Youâve just never been into guys like that before.â She sits next to you on her bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulders comfortingly. âWhatâs wrong? What happened?âÂ
âI told a guy I liked him and...â You canât even say it. Itâs too humiliating. âHe said I was too... âsweetâ.â You groan, wishing that the memory of your crush rejecting you dissipates from your mind.Â
âAnd whatâs wrong with that?â She rubs your back gently. Sheâs so comforting and warm, sometimes you wonder if all sisters come built like this. Â
You finally sit up straight and pout in her direction. She tilts her head with a consoling smile. Â
âNothingâs wrong with being sweet. Kindness is a strength and anyone would be lucky to have someone as kind as you are.â She gently places a hand on your cheek. âHe doesnât know what he passed on.âÂ
You feel like crying. She is one of the sweetest people you have ever met. She is the definition of perfection. You donât know what you did in your previous life to deserve a sister like her.Â
âItâs just...â You think for a second, biting your lips nervously. âI realize I donât think I even know how to approach guys. Can you teach me?âÂ
Your sisterâs brows rise in surprise. Â
âYouâve had boyfriends before and you have guy friends.â You try to explain the logic behind the thought. You watch her think for a bit, examining your pitiful state (you imagine but you know sheâs too sweet to think that of you). Â
Then, like the fairy godmother that she is, she perks up and agrees. Â
You have no idea what you just signed up for.Â
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Stephanie, or as her friends call her: Tiffany, invited you to come study with her and her friends at the library. You hadnât put too much thought into it. So, really, you should have expected this.Â
You were met with a room of four men and your sister. Sorry, you forgot to add a bit more context. You were met with four extremely attractive men. How your sister met all these guys. You have no clue. Â
âYou found it!â Your sister stands up excitedly, hands settling on your shoulders. âGuys, this is my sister, Y/N. Please take care of her as if she was your own.âÂ
She introduces you to them individually. Â
There was Minseok: the sports science major with fox-like eyes you wonder how many people have fallen in love with him just by staring into them, Yixing: the fine arts major who smiled sweetly at you before he went back to work, typing away on his laptop, Chanyeol: the music major with the loud voice and who was by far the friendliest and welcoming, and finally Junmyeon: the poli-sci major who immediately caught your eye â you couldnât tear your eyes off him.Â
You gulp nervously when Junmyeon smiles at you, his eyes look like they're shining. You werenât aware how beautifully handsome someone could be. You wonder if he and your sister have ever dated. You feel like they would be the picture-perfect couple.Â
âSit here.â Your sister sits you beside Chanyeol who is already beaming at you. Itâs kind of freaking you out. You cautiously take out your laptop and shoot him a nervous smile. Were all guys this friendly?Â
"You look terrified.â Chanyeol grins at you. Heâs right. You are. You have never been in the same room as these many guys before. âDonât worry, we donât bite.â He says before shooting you a comforting smile and putting his headphones back on. Â
Curiously, you peek a glance at his screen. Your mouth opens in amazement when you see a complex looking screen with a bunch of colourful bubbles that you donât think youâll ever quite understand. Chanyeol feels your stare and pauses his work. âDo you want to hear?â Â
You nod timidly. He smiles and puts the headphones over your ears. He presses play for you, biting on his lip in anticipation. Your eyes immediately widen in amazement. His voice was the perfect mix of smooth and raspy. Your ears couldnât believe what you were hearing. Â
âYou made that?â You canât tell if youâre yelling but Chanyeol is laughing at you and you canât help but smile back. Interacting with a man seems easy. He nods, shoulders shaking from laughing. âItâs really good!âÂ
Chanyeol loses his shit and throws his head back before taking the headphones off.Â
âSure, Chanyeol, destroy my sisterâs hearing.â Tiffany says sarcastically before she turns back to Junmyeon who laughs subtly through his nose. She listens intently to him as he gets serious again and explains a concept to her. You watch as his lips purse as he talks â pink and glossy, likely from the constant licking he was doing from talking so much. Your sister doesnât even look at him when he explains. Itâs blowing your mind. This is the first time you are seeing your sister do something wrong. Because Junmyeon looks absolutely stunning. You donât think you would even be able to concentrate if he was your tutor. You donât even notice that Chanyeol is asking you a question. Â
âHeâs handsome, huh?â Chanyeol leans in closer so only you could hear him. You jump in your seat and almost fall off when you see how close he is to you. He catches you before you fall.Â
âWhat did you think of my song? Itâs my final project.â He asks as if he didnât just catch you ogling his friend.Â
"I-It was really good!â You stutter like an idiot. You make the mistake of glancing at Junmyeon and your sister who are both staring at you with concern. Of course they are. Theyâre perfect people. Perfect people who check on the condition of others. Â
You avert your attention back to the comforting presence that is Chanyeol. Â
âOhh! Thank you! Iâm so glad you like it.â He cheers and grabs something from his pocket. âHere, have a candy.â Â
âAre you Pavlov-ing her to like your music?â Junmyeon finally talks loud enough for you to hear and your ears melt. His voice is soft but not in the way that makes him look weak, more in the way that makes people want to listen to what he has to say. But most importantly, you melt because heâs funny too.Â
âNo! She genuinely likes it. Right, Y/N? Youâre not lying to be polite?â Chanyeol looks at you expectantly, head tilted playfully with big eyes staring into you.Â
âN-No! I would never!â You shake your head quickly and turn to Junmyeon to show him that you do enjoy Chanyeolâs music. Â
When you do, your hearts races. Â
Heâs fully smiling at you, eyes crinkled into crescent moons, wrinkling the corners of his eyes beautifully. You donât think youâve ever seen someone smile so brightly like that before.Â
âIâm just teasing, Y/N.â He laughs it off before returning his attention to your sister.Â
The heavy feeling in your chest returns as you spend the entire study session sneaking glances at your sister and Junmyeon.Â
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Stephanieâs first step in her guidebook to getting familiar with men is a success. Sheâs happy to see that Chanyeol has made an impression on you. Â
âOh, hey Chanyeol. Whatâre you doing in my kitchen?â She asks in her pink silk set and matching fluffy pink slippers. She just woke up, yet she looks so put together.Â
âChanyeol and I are going to go for a run!â You exclaim, blender in hand. Â
âThat explains the headband.â She taps Chanyeolâs head teasingly before she clicks on the kettle to start boiling her water. Stephanie has a glass of warm water every morning, says itâs good for her metabolism and gut health. Â
Your sister takes care of her body with a fragility and femininity touch, focusing on what feels right for her body. You take care of your body by putting it through heavy lifting and tracking your macros.Â
Stephanie does pilates and spin while you powerlift and jog. Â
âThatâs good. You finally found a jogging buddy.â She scrunches her nose at you, booping it affectionately. âChanyeol, I didnât know you ran.âÂ
"Not as fast as Y/N.â He smiles in your direction as you pour your magic smoothie that boosts your energy before a run. He has a taste of the green coloured mix, still skeptical. You watch the light in his eyes return and his ears perk up realizing that you havenât poisoned him. âThis is delicious!â Â
Chanyeol chugs the rest of the drink while you giggle, pouring yourself a glass.Â
Stephanie stops the kettle midway as not to get to a boil and eyes you both as she drinks her warm water.Â
âHm...â She hums, small smile appearing on her lips. Â
âWhatâs so funny?â You raise an eyebrow in confusion.Â
âNothing.â Her grin doesnât get any smaller.Â
Weird.Â
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Stephanie had texted you that the group would be meeting at the same study room youâve all grown accustomed to. You arrive a lot earlier than the others, opting to study a bit more before you had to be in the same room as Junmyeon. You were in for another distracted session for sure.Â
You find a spot on the couch near the room thatâs still being used by other students. You check the time and pull the tiny coffee table closer to you and get settled. Thereâs still lots of time to get some work done. You manage to get a head start on your final essay at the end of the semester, drafting the structure and topics you want to highlight. Maybe you should do a bit more of the reading too. Â
A hand waves in your face, disturbing the current flow state you were in.Â
You raise your gaze at the culprit in annoyance, brows furrowed.Â
They quickly raise in surprise instead when you see Junmyeonâs bright smile directed at you. Your mouth is slightly agape. Your hand shakily moves your headphones from your ears, wrapping your neck instead. Itâs a bit hard to breathe when heâs looking at you so prettily. Â
âCan I sit with you?â Junmyeon gestures the empty spot next to you and you scooch a bit to make space.Â
âO-Of course! Come sit!â You feel like hitting yourself on the head. If Stephanie was here, she would 100% be giggling to herself with how ridiculous youâre acting around him. But how can you act normally when he smells like a fresh basket of laundry and his smile is bright enough to light the city? Â
âLooks like thereâs still people in there.â He makes small talk as he situates himself beside you. He gets comfortable in his seat. Heâs wearing the universityâs hoodie paired with baggy denim jeans. Itâs a simple outfit most people throw on lazily but on him, it looks curated and intentional like he was going for the college boyfriend look. You must be going crazy. Junmyeonâs chuckle breaks you from your reverie.Â
âSorry? I wasnât listening.âÂ
âI figured. I was asking what you were working on.â Heâs amused by you. You would too if someone acted a fool around you. Â
âOh.â You say, as if you couldnât believe he would be interested in what you were doing. âMy final essay for intro to psych. I was just drafting it. I figured Iâd start early so I donât rush it later.âÂ
âPsych?â He tilts his head. âI thought you were a Kinesiology major.â Â
Youâre surprised he knows this. Heâs never asked you this before. Stephanie probably told him when introducing you to the group.Â
âItâs just an elective my advisor suggested.â You shrug. It wasnât your first choice but you were growing to like it. Itâs just a course to get through the first semester. Â
âI took it my first semester too. Let me see.â He scoots closer to you and turns your laptop slightly to see your notes. The whole library probably heard the sharp breath you just took the second he got close to you. âRelax, Iâm not going to judge.âÂ
He scoffs at your reaction; the edge of his lip rising in amusement. You wonder if the library also hears how loud your heart is racing right now. Â
âColour-coded notes... Cute.â Â
Your hand flies to your mouth to cover the ridiculous smile growing on your face. Your cheeks were burning and hurting. You look around the library, anything other than Junmyeonâs unnecessarily perfect and smooth face and pursing lips as he concentrated to read your notes. Your eyes set sight on Chanyeol and you canât help but feel relief, letting go of the breath you were holding.Â
âChanyeol!â You exclaim, jumping up to greet him. He raises an arm for you and you give him a side hug.Â
âHey Y/N.â His smile eases the tension built in your chest. âHey Junmyeon. Were you guys studying together?âÂ
Junmyeon slowly leans away from your laptop and gives Chanyeol a small nod. âI was just looking at her notes.âÂ
âAh.â Chanyeol says, shifting his eyes between you two. âThe study roomâs empty if you guys want to move in there.âÂ
Junmyeon nods politely, closing your laptop. He grabs it and your backpack too. Â
âOh, you donât have to do that!â You reach to take your stuff from him but he pulls it slightly away, insisting.Â
âItâs right there, Y/N. I got it.â He reassures you with that warm smile of his.Â
If the library didnât hear your heart before, youâre sure theyâve heard it now.Â
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âI donât know about this, Steph...â You pull down on Stephanieâs skirt she lent you for this party.Â
âItâll be fun! Chanyeol will be there.â Your sister hooks an arm around yours excitedly. Sheâs like a puppy the way she yaps and jumps around you. Â
âOkay?â You raise an eyebrow at the mention of Chanyeol. You didnât want him to see you like this either.Â
âAll Iâm saying is this could be the perfect opportunity to practice how you flirt with guys.â She explains, dragging you to the front entrance where a line has already been formed to get in.Â
âItâs a frat house.â You say, scanning the crowd of beautiful women and attractive men. She is throwing you into the ocean and you canât even swim. Â
âTheyâre normal guys too, you know.â She senses your judgement.Â
âNo, theyâre not! They drink and party, probably do keg stands too!â You try to say it as lowly as possible as not to offend literally everyone here tonight. Â
âNot all of them.âÂ
âName one.âÂ
âJunmyeon.âÂ
âOh.âÂ
âTiffany! Y/N! Come inside!â Minseokâs voice disrupts the moment, waving for you both to come in. You hear a bunch of groans and complaints behind you that you will choose to ignore. Of course your sister had an in to this party. You just didnât know it would be because of the same boys you formed a study group with.Â
âJust try to have fun. If you feel uncomfortable, find me or Chanyeol.â Itâs the last thing she says before sheâs being dragged in all sorts of directions by different people. You donât even get the chance to respond. This is her second time mentioning Chanyeol. Did she like him or something?Â
The reminder sets off something in your head and youâre met with the realization that you really donât want to be here. Your skirt was way too short. There were too many people screaming, drinking and dancing. You just donât fit in. Â
You try scanning the crowd for Chanyeol but you donât find that giant head of his anywhere. Feeling hopeless, you go up the stairs. It might be a bit quieter there. Without thinking, you open the first door you see.Â
âOh, sorry!â You say when you see a pair of legs on a bed.Â
âY/N?âÂ
You freeze at the door then come to your senses when Junmyeon leans forward, guitar on his lap. He waves you in with a smile on his face. He removes his headphones and puts his guitar back on the stand. You enter, closing the door behind you.Â
âIâm sorry. I didnât know you were in here.â You apologize and sit at the edge of his bed, pulling on your skirt before it rides any further. His room is a bit messy which was not what you expected of him. He just seems like such a clean guy â he does smell like one after all. Â
There was a chair with a bunch of clothes on it. There were also a bunch of rock posters plastered on his walls: The Beatles and Coldplay for instance. You thought heâd be more into classical music or maybe musicals. Something classy. He is full of happy surprises.Â
âDonât worry about it.â He waves you off. He gets up from his bed and grabs a hoodie and sweatpants from the pile of clothes. âYou look uncomfortable. Do you want to borrow these?âÂ
Your heart races once again.Â
You nod and Junmyeon hands you his clothes before turning around to let you change. You wear the sweats over your crop top and skirt. It smells so ridiculously like him. You take one last sniff before sitting criss-cross on his bed, a lot more comfortable now. Â
âYou play guitar?â You try to avert your attention from the overwhelming feeling in your chest.Â
He turns around, hearing you get on his bed. Heâs staring at you with a glint in his eyes. His cheekbones pop out when he grabs the guitar again. Â
âYeah! Do you want to hear?â He sounds so excited to show you, grabbing the headphones and handing them to you. You smile and let him put them over your ears instead - his fingers brushing over your red ears. Youâre glad your hair is covering them.Â
âTell me if itâs too loud.âÂ
You nod, biting on your lip unconsciously. The more you got to know him, the more your attraction for him grew. He was different from your expectations in the best way possible.Â
He starts playing a beautiful riff. There is something about the electric guitar that makes it sound as sensual as it is romantic. You stop yourself from leaving your mouth agape, biting on your cheek nervously. Thereâs a pit growing in your stomach that youâve only ever felt once in your life when you read a explicit book for the first time. You avoid eye contact with him when he stops.Â
âWas that bad? You didnât seem to like it.â Junmyeonâs smile is present, but his brows show you that he seems a bit embarrassed. Â
"No!!â You shake your head vigorously and finally meet his eyes. Itâs taking a lot in you not to cry, finding it frustrating that you donât know how to be comfortable around him. âIt was genuinely beautiful. Iâve never heard that song before.âÂ
âOh, thank you. I wrote it.â He tells you casually.Â
This man canât be real. Â
âYou wrote that? Youâre so talented! Why arenât you in music with Chanyeol?â You ask in disbelief. He shrugs, leaning forward to help you take off the headphones.Â
âItâs just a hobby. I want to be a lawyer.â He places the blue strat back on the stand next to his bed and leans against the headboard. The image is a bit too much for you. Seeing him in an oversized t-shirt and pyjama pants feels too intimate. You stare into his eyes, distracting yourself from how good he looks sprawled out on his bed.Â
âOhh, well I think youâre really gifted.â You compliment him one more time. âWhat other hidden talents do you have?âÂ
He laughs, his eyes smiling at you brightly once again. âYouâre cute.â Â
You swoon. Youâre shocked you havenât fallen off his bed over that comment.Â
Maybe itâs because making him laugh feels like one of your greatest accomplishments. You hope you can make him laugh over and over again so you can hear that beautiful sound nonstop.Â
âJust the one. What about you? Can you play?â Â
âNo, no. I only listen to music. I canât make it.â You wave your hands embarrassingly. You donât really have hobbies, unless you count the gym as one.Â
âSure you can. Here, Iâll show you.â He moves off the bed and nudges you to turn your body to the left. You follow, letting your legs fall off the bed. He places the guitar on your lap and crouches in front of you. His fingers wrap around your wrist and places them on the neck. Â
âRelax your fingers.â He taps twice on your knuckles and for the first time tonight, he eases your tension even with the next thing he says. âGood girl.âÂ
He does all the work, placing your three fingers on three strings in a row. Thereâs something so calming with the way he touches you. Heâs being so gentle with you.Â
âStrum.â Â
You listen to him, strumming the guitar with your thumb like you see musicians do all the time. Youâre shocked to hear a cohesive sound. Â
âWoah.âÂ
âNot bad, right?â He beams as he looks up at you with those dark and glossy eyes. Youâll probably dream of them tonight.Â
âNo. It was really fun-âÂ
âJunmyeon, have you seen-âÂ
Your head turns to see Chanyeol at the door, holding onto the doorknob. He blinks once, twice, before saying something.Â
â... Y/N.â He finishes his sentence with a blank stare. Youâve never seen him like this before. Chanyeol was always so perky and happy to see you.Â
âHey Chanyeol! Junmyeon was just teaching me a chord.â You say innocently, not putting too much thought into it. Junmyeon stands up from the ground and thatâs when you see Chanyeolâs eyes widen ever so slightly. Â
âYouâre wearing his clothes.â He says, completely ignoring what you just said.Â
âShe looked uncomfortable, so I lent her some clothes. I hope thatâs okay.â Junmyeon clears up any misunderstanding for you.Â
âOf course itâs okay.â Chanyeolâs usual tone and facial expression returns. âYour sister is looking for you.âÂ
âAh.â You try to put the strat back on the stand but Junmyeon grabs it for you. âThank you for spending time with me, Junmyeon.â Â
âNo, thank you. Good night, Y/N.â Â
You shoot him one last smile before disappearing behind the door and back into the loud party with Chanyeol. Your heart is still in disbelief of what just happened.Â
Chanyeol escorts you to the kitchen where Stephanie is talking to some other friends. She finally sees you by Chanyeolâs side and tilts her head curiously with a sly smile. You wonder what sheâs up to with that mischievous grin on her face.Â
âHi Y/N~â She says with a little playful tone. She must be tipsy. She suddenly looks up at Chanyeol with the brightest smile. âThanks, Chanyeol, for bringing my sister to me~â Â
âItâs no problem.â He replies, tone still a bit different than youâre used to.Â
Stephanie hooks her arm around yours with the same cheeky grin sheâs been sporting since you got here.Â
âIâm so happy for you!â She randomly squeals in your ear, making you laugh at how silly sheâs being. Â
âHappy for what?â You indulge her, just happy that sheâs happy.Â
âCome on, youâre wearing Chan-âÂ
âSHOTS!!â Yixing comes out of nowhere with a tray full of tiny cups and shoves them in our faces. Your sister grabs two: one for her and another for presumably you. She doesnât say much, only winking at you and downing the drink.Â
You follow her lead and immediately gag at the awful taste and burn in your throat.Â
You wish you could sneak back into Junmyeonâs room and learn the guitar just a bit longer.Â
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You canât stop thinking about Junmyeon. Even as youâre highlighting notes in your textbook, you donât halt your thoughts for a second. The way his fingers were delicately touching yours. The way he smiled when you complimented his song. And the way he noticed immediately how uncomfortable you were in Stephanieâs clothes. Junmyeon was making it insanely hard to get over this silly crush on him.Â
âY/N.â Chanyeol calls your name and your bubble bursts. He smiles when he sees you come back down to Earth. âI wanted to talk to you about something.âÂ
âSure.â You say, adding the cap back on the highlighter and put all your attention onto him.Â
âItâs a bit out there. And I hope this doesnât affect our friendship.â Chanyeol looks really nervous. Heâs rubbing his pen with his thumb and you can feel his leg shaking under the table.Â
âIt wonât. I canât afford to lose a jogging buddy.â You joke, taking a sip from your bottle.Â
âI just want to make sure Iâm not reading this wrong. But do you like Junmyeon?âÂ
Caught off guard, you choke on your drink. You tap your chest to clear the liquid from your throat. Chanyeol also helps, patting your back.Â
âW-What- How did you?âÂ
âYouâve liked him since the day we all met, right?â Chanyeol cuts you off. Heâs looking at you expectantly like heâs being a good cop and youâre the criminal heâs interrogating. âI can tell by the way you look at him. And Iâm saying this to you as a friend who wants to give you advice - which you can take or not of course.âÂ
You didnât know you were being that obvious around Junmyeon.Â
âYou should tell him how you feel.â Chanyeolâs eyes soften and he looks... sad? He isnât - hasnât been his usual jolly self since the party and youâre unsure why.Â
âBut what if he rejects me? Like the other guy? Iâm so scared, Chanyeol.â Your gaze lowers to your hands on your lap. This is embarrassing. Chanyeol was able to read you at first glance and you were still stuck in square one, unable to talk to your crush without dysfunctioning and having your heart jump out of your chest.Â
âYou wonât know how he feels until you tell him. You have to tell people how you feel when you feel them, Y/N.â He stops and thinks for a second before resuming. âOtherwise... You might miss out on other opportunities.â Â
âI canât even be myself with him. I get so nervous and jittery. Iâm not ready.â Your head falls onto your textbook in embarrassment. âI just want to be as calm with him as I am with you.âÂ
Chanyeol scoffs and makes you turn your head so your cheek was on a page and you were facing him instead. Â
âI promise you youâll get there with time. Thatâs just what having a crush feels like.â He pats your head gently and smiles at you comfortingly. You could always count on him to cheer you up. Â
You straighten yourself and go for a hug. âThank you so much Chanyeol.â Â
It takes him a second before wrapping his arms around you tightly. His head rests at the top of your head while his hand rubs your back. Â
âDonât mention it.âÂ
The hug is cut short when you hear the door to the study room open.Â
âOh, sorry we didnât mean to interrupt.â Stephanie comes in with the same twinkle in her eye as that time at the party. Junmyeon is right behind her. He shoots you a faint smile before shifting his eyes to the floor, not even greeting you or Chanyeol with enthusiasm like he usually does.Â
Did you offend him somehow?Â
Maybe you accidentally said something at the party. You think hard to that night. But nothing comes to mind. You thought Junmyeon and you had a really good time for the short time you were together.Â
You purse your lips, trying not to let it get to you. What if you missed the window of opportunity like Chanyeol warned you?Â
âOh shoot. I forgot my textbook in my locker. Iâll be right back.â Stephanie says as she rummages through her purse. âItâs so far thoughâŚâÂ
âIâll walk with you.â Chanyeol stands up and follows your sister out the door, passing you with a comforting pat on your back. You exhale as you realize what heâs doing.Â
Your eyes follow Junmyeon as he sits in his usual spot across from you. Heâs still quiet, refusing to look at you.Â
A thought crosses your mind.Â
âUm, JunmyeonâŚâ Â
He lifts his head instinctively, finally meeting your eyes. You can tell heâs silently regretting it. Thereâs a gloomy look in his gaze and you really want to make him feel better.Â
âI just wanted to thank you for lending me your clothes on Friday. It was really nice of you.â You clear your throat to calm the nerves. Somehow youâve convinced yourself that the reason he wonât reply and probably hates you is because you havenât returned his clothes yet. âI promise Iâll get them back to you. I just wanted to wash them first.âÂ
âThereâs no need for that.â Junmyeonâs smile returns but itâs too polite⌠too nice. It doesnât feel like him. His genuine smile is contagious and warm, not cold and foreign. His gaze goes back to his laptop as yours donât leave his form.Â
Youâre pouting now. This somehow feels worse than the first time you got rejected. Probably because you actually know the guy this time.Â
You have to tell people how you feel when you feel them.Â
âJunmyeon!â Â
His eyes widen and heâs staring at you all freaked out. You donât think youâve ever raised your voice at anyone before.Â
âI- I-â The confidence is quick to fade away but you have to keep going. âI like you. And Iâm sorry if Iâve offended you somehow but I thought we got along really well on Friday and- and whatever it is you have a problem with, please tell me now because Iâm going crazy here.âÂ
Junmyeon stares at you in what you think is a look of disbelief. Â
âOr donât. Please ignore what I said.â You sit back down and focus on your laptop, moving your cursor all over your screen, not necessarily clicking on anything.Â
âYou like me?â He breaks the silence, lips curving into a smile.Â
But itâs quick to leave his face. And thereâs a pit growing in your stomach.Â
âYes.â You say nervously, biting on your lip. It feels like an eternity waiting for him to say anything else. Heâs thinking really hard, you can tell by the way he purses his lips. The face is all too familiar. Itâs the same face your first crush had when he was rejecting you. You want to bury yourself under a bunch of sand and let the ocean take you out with a big wave. âI-Itâs okay if you donât feel the same. I wonât take it personally-âÂ
âWait, no.â Junmyeonâs eyes shift to you then to the door. âUm, come.âÂ
Before you knew it, Junmyeon grabs your wrist and pulls you up and out of the study room, leaving all your belongings behind.Â
âMy laptop...â You pout as he brings you to one of the empty aisles of the library.Â
âTheyâll be back soon. Donât worry.â Junmyeon comforts you but itâs not enough to ease the anxiety thatâs blown out of proportion inside of you. You just want to shake out the rejection from his mouth. He brought you here so you wouldnât be embarrassed in front of your friends. That must be it. Youâre Stephanieâs inexperienced younger sister, of course he wouldnât want you-Â
âListen,â He starts and you hold your breath. âYouâre really nice and sweet.âÂ
Here it comes.Â
âI just... want you to think about this a little bit more. Weâve only known each other for a couple of weeks. Youâre just getting over a different guy. I donât want to rush into things so quickly...â He says a bit too fast, like heâs trying to get rid of the words and get this over with. Heâs looking at you with a softened gaze like heâs handling a dried bouquet of flowers and trying not to make a mess before he throws it into the trash. Â
âOh, no worries. I get it.â You wave him off like itâs no big deal; the sting in your eyes burning extra hard. The shake in your voice isnât hard to ignore either. âIâm sorry for making things weird.âÂ
âY/N... Wait, thatâs not-â He tries to reach for you but you retreat first. Â
âNo, really, itâs okay.â You force a smile before turning back and rushing to the study room. The tears come out a lot easier than it is to stop them.Â
You open the door and are met with four pairs of eyes staring at you.Â
Stephanie is the first to get up and check on you. You dodge her and grab your things, slinging your bag onto your shoulder before you head to the door.Â
âY/N? Whatâs wrong? Whereâs Junmyeon?â You hear Chanyeolâs voice behind you and his chair screech to check on you too. Overwhelmed, you leave the room and head anywhere else.Â
âY/N, slow down.â Your sister is quick to follow you. Sheâs always been fast to be by your side. You donât slow your pace though, walking even faster so she doesnât see the tears running down your face.Â
So she follows. Sheâs with you the only way youâre letting her.Â
She trails behind you when you finally walk out the doors of the university and stop, unsure where to go next. She places a hand on your back and pulls you in for a side hug.Â
âCome, my carâs this way.â She says, pulling you in the direction of her parking spot. Itâs not a far walk but itâs enough to calm you down from the heightened emotions.Â
âTell me whatâs wrong, Y/N. So I can help you.â She asks when you finally get inside her car, giving you a moment to settle your breath before speaking.Â
Stephanieâs voice is filled with warmth and comfort. She feels like the sun and you canât help but look her way.Â
âI confessed to my crush.â You tell her shyly. âAnd he rejected me. Again.âÂ
You canât believe you let this happen again.Â
She frowns.Â
âBut you came in crying and Chanyeol was in the room.âÂ
Itâs your turn to raise your eyebrow at her. Â
âWhat do you mean by that?â You ask, unsure what sheâs hinting at.Â
âYour crush? Isnât it Chanyeol?â She asks like youâre the one who is lost.Â
You blink at her, once, twice.Â
ââŚÂ Junmyeon. I told Junmyeon I like him and he rejected me.âÂ
You can see the horror flash in Stephanieâs eyes and she covers her mouth.Â
âWhat?â You ask, mirroring her reaction. âWhyâs this so hard to believe?âÂ
âIâveâŚÂ Iâve been telling Junmyeon how youâve been crushing on ChanyeolâŚâ She says quietly, voice low and ashamed of what sheâs done. You frown. When have you ever told her you were into Chanyeol? Â
Youâre just getting over a different guy. Suhoâs voice rings in the back of your mind. And that sentence finally starts to make sense to you. You thought he was talking about the first guy who you were definitely over.Â
âY/N⌠I am so sorry. I can fix this!â Stephanie immediately goes on her phone and starts typing on her phone.Â
âSteph, what are you doing?â You watch as she nervously types, erases, types and erases.Â
âIâm texting Junmyeon right now.â She says frantically. Youâve never seen your sister so stressed out before.Â
âWhat? Why?â You take her phone and delete the message. âHe doesnât like me! That's not going to change.âÂ
She steals her phone back and puts it away on her lap.Â
âNo, Y/N, I think he does.â She deadpans.Â
âI was so fixated on you and Chanyeol. I didnât put two and two together that you would be interested in Junmyeon. Oh god, I think I made a mess.â She continues. Her face is mixed with embarrassment and an eagerness to share her new-found revelation. âBut Junmyeon definitely likes you.âÂ
You donât even know how to respond to her. She must have lost her mind. As if she sees the confusion on your face, she persists.Â
âHeâs always asking about you.â She insists.Â
âStop lying. Heâs just being nice.âÂ
âNo, before I introduced you to the guys, heâs never once asked how my sister was, what your major was, what your schedule was or if we were meeting with you and the study group - even though Iâm pretty sure youâre very comfortable talking to the opposite sex now and the study group is very much not needed anymore.â Stephanie looks very serious and⌠convincing. You canât tell if this is just Stephanieâs communications bachelorâs talking. Â
âY/N, how exactly did he reject you?âÂ
You fold your lips into your mouth nervously.Â
Now that you think of itâŚÂ You canât remember the exact words. Â
It felt like a rejection.Â
Stephanie sees the hesitation in your face and for the first time, you see your sister get annoyed with you.Â
âWeâre fixing this.âÂ
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Stephanie has you pacing back and forth in front of Junmyeonâs fraternity house. She had dropped you off under the premise that you were going to a cute coffee shop to study for the upcoming midterms. Â
Itâs been 15 minutes and she still hasnât returned. She really did abandon you at the front steps like some stray cat. You feel your stomach turn as you approach the door. With a big gulp, you ring the doorbell.Â
You release the tension from your shoulder when Minseok opens the door with a bright smile.Â
âY/N! Tiffany said youâd be stopping by.â Â
Your shoulders tense up again. You hope she didnât tell them anything. Although, they did see you walk into the room with tears in your eyes. It would be weird if they hadnât figured it out on their own.Â
âJunmyeonâs the first to the right.â He invites you in and throws a hand in the direction of the familiar room. So he does know. Great.Â
âHe hasnât really talked to any of us about what happened. Just been cooped up in his room playing the guitar.â Minseok pats you on the back and lead you to the stairs. âJust talk to him.âÂ
You nod and find your way up the stairs that brought you to him the first time. You open the door to find him in the same position, legs straight on the bed, his cute feet covered in socks and moving to the rhythm of his music. You peek your head through to let yourself be seen but find his eyes closed and headphones on. Unsure how to approach this, you shut the door a little harder than you would usually. Â
He doesnât budge, still strumming along the blue strat. Â
You bite your bottom lip and do the unthinkable.Â
You tickle his foot.Â
Junmyeon almost kicks you, eyes wide in surprise. Once it registers that itâs you, his body relaxes and he rushes to take off his headphones. Â
âIâm so sorry! Did I hurt you?â He comes to your side and inspects you for any damage he might have done. Â
âYou didnât even touch me.â You reassure him, offering him a small smile. You donât let him say another word before you let yourself ramble.Â
âJunmyeon, I came to say Iâm sorry for the way I reacted. I rushed out of there and didnât let you finish. I really do enjoy spending time with you and I hope that we can still stay friends. And maybe you can still teach me the guitar?â You finally say the words you had been practicing in your head this whole week. The heavy weight on your chest has finally been lifted and your conscience is now cleared. Itâs now up to Junmyeon to accept being your friend. You wait for him to smile and say no worries, letâs just forget alllll about it. And you can try to move on from his beautiful brown eyes that disappear when he smiles.Â
âBut I donât want to be friends.â He frowns.Â
And the heavy feeling returns. Â
âOh.âÂ
âNo, no.â He approaches you, hands reaching your sides awkwardly as if he didnât want you to run off in tears again. âPlease donât misunderstand. I like you. Like, really really like you.âÂ
âOh.â You were so ready for him to reject you kindly that this didnât feel like an actual option. You didnât think Stephanie would be right, but of course she was. Itâs Stephanie.Â
âPlease stop saying oh.â He bites onto his lip nervously, almost looking like heâll cry right then and there.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâm just having such a hard time believing any of this is real. But thatâs my problem not yours.â You say, backing away from his hold.Â
Junmyeon pulls you in for the hug, wrapping his arms around you and refusing to let you run away again. It takes you a couple seconds to react but you snake your arms around once youâve come to your senses that Kim Junmyeon is hugging you. You rest your cheek against his chest and you smell the familiar scent of his laundry youâve grown addicted to. You feel his every tense muscle soften around your body.Â
âIâve liked you ever since you walked into that study room looking all nervous to meet a bunch of guys. To be honest, when Stephanie first approached me, I thought it was a bit weird. We had only been study partners, and suddenly, she wants me to help her with her inexperienced sister.â He pulls away a bit so he can look at you as he confesses to you how he feels. Your heart stops when his lips curve into a smile and he laughs at the memory of Stephanie being Stephanie and doing the most to help you.Â
âBut when you were yelling at Chanyeol with those headphones on, I was hooked. You looked so cute. I couldnât wait to talk to you. I wanted to know more. Iâve never felt so curious about a person before.â He admits, resting a gentle hand on your cheek. âI couldnât understand how someone so cute could ever get rejected.âÂ
You gulp when his eyes flicker to your lips. Â
âCute.â He mutters to himself before kissing your cheek and making your face unintentionally burn up. âSo no, I donât want to be just friends with you, but I would love nothing more than to take you out on a date and take our time getting to know one another.âÂ
Your heart races at an impossible speed.Â
âAnd maybe guitar lessons?â You manage to mutter out like an idiot.Â
Junmyeonâs smile quickly morphs into the one you love so much, brightening the room and warming your heart.Â
âMaybe.âÂ
Unable to contain your happiness, you return the smile and give him a quick peck on his lips.Â
âWell, itâs a definitely, now.â
â° bonus ova here â°
chananyeol bong: y/n is sucha big fluff ball omfg shes so oblivious that two men are fighting for her affection. if only that was meeeeee </3 (not really i would hate that) i hope you guys enjoy!!!! this was supposed to be 2k words MAXXXX but idk i let the writing gods take the wheel on this one. đđźđ there's going to be a part 2 but the story is basically done!! part 2 is just a bonus for us!! đđ
and of course a happy early birthday to kim junmyeon!!! ilysm ty for being the rock of the family you sweet sweet boy!!! đĽšđđđđđ
⥠summary: you ain't even friends, just enemies with benefits.
⥠content: highly +18 content, mdni, smut, plot with porn, office au, enemies to fb (but the thing is you're not buddies lmao), mention of alcohol, swearing, mention of drunk sex, oral sex (both receiving), slight sub and dom leaning (switchies!!), fingering, marathon sex, facesitting (pussydrunk!junmyeon), masturbation, slight dacryphilia, raw sex, dirty talking, edging, slight choking, creampie, cum eating, overstimulation, squirting | junmyeon x f!reader | wordcount: 11.7k words (10.9k certified enemies behavior + 0.8k bonus!!!)
⥠a/note: omg, it's finally here !!!! pls read the content warning first bc this is probably the nastiest thing i've ever written... but yeah, i'm not sorry !!! i really hope this is worth the wait and all the hype i've build up around. alsooo, happy birthday to the love of my life, my junmyeonnie. mhwaaa <3
You were still drained from last night and whatever reckless truce that happened.
The mattress shifted as Junmyeon moved, his heavy arm finally lifting from your waist. He didnât bother being gentle as he untucked the covers, leaving your naked body exposed to the morning chill. You let out a frustrated whine at his sheer lack of manners.
âYouâre remarkably annoying this morning,â you muttered into your pillow, your voice muffled, as you tried to tuck yourself into the sheets. âItâs dark outside, câmon!â
Junmyeon let out a low, mocking laugh. Of course, he did it on purpose. âYouâre welcome,â he replied, his voice grating on your nerves. You heard the metallic slide of a zipper as he stepped into his jeans. âSunrises are inspiring, yâknow?â
âGet out!â Tired of him and his effortless energy, you bolted upright, grabbed the decorative pillow beside you, and hurled it with every bit of strength you had left. Junmyeon leaned to the left, letting it thud harmlessly against the doorframe.
âBetter luck next time,â he threw back, his laugh raspy and entirely too triumphant. âSee you later, loser!â He was already halfway out the door.
Frustrated, you tried to make yourself sleep again, but when you were about to fall asleep, the distinct shut of the main door echoed through your quiet apartment. He was finally gone, heading back to his own place, which happened to be right next door.
The rivalry between you and Junmyeon was built in your first week; the air in the office seemed to sharpen whenever you both occupied the same room. You didnât just disagree on everything; you two were capable of sabotaging each other if that meant the end of the otherâs ego.
If you hit your sales goals, he tripled his. If he delivered a flawless presentation, you spent the next three hours perfecting a rebuttal that made his data look like a rough draft. You were both relentless, stubborn, fueled by a mutual, unspoken agreement that there was only room for one of you at the top. The âSeller of the Monthâ wasnât just a prize anymore; it was the ultimate proof of superiority, and youâd rather work yourself to the bone than let him win.
The office had grown used to that tension between you. They joked about your rivalry, and saw the way you rolled your eyes when he spoke, and the way his jaw tightened whenever you took the lead in a meeting. They called it a personality clash, seeing it as an actual show.
Then came that team dinner.
The atmosphere was loud and celebratory, but you and Junmyeon were locked in your own private war. Both drunk, at the end of the table, arguing over a lead heâd clearly stolen from you.
The tension followed you on the shared taxi all the way home, finally boiling over as the elevator doors slid shut. You were barking at him, your face inches from him, fueled by months of suppressed adrenaline, ready to tear him apartâyour finger poking into the fabric of his chest.
Junmyeon was tense. He didnât argue back, at least, not with words. He moved closer, one hand slamming into the metal wall, the other one sliding down to grip your waist with bruising force. His mouth crashed onto yours to silence you. It was a collision. Stunned, you tasted his rage, but didnât stop him. You pulled him into your space with a violence that surprised you both, your nails clawing through his shirt, searching for skin to punish.
By the time the doors opened to hisâand yourâfloor, the war transitioned into something deeper. You two stumbled into his apartment, mouths still locked in a battle for dominance, trying to rip each other's clothes off.
The drinks had blinded you, blurring the hatred into a raw heat. Junmyeon backed you onto the bed, his movements jagged and demanding. He didnât have to ask; your eyes said everything. You watched him drop between your legs, his eyes dark with hunger as he stripped away the last of your defenses.
When his mouth finally made contact with your soft skin, it was electric. He clearly knew what he was doing, tracing the sensitive lines of your inner thighs before focusing entirely on your pussy with a relentless hunger. Junmyeon was eating you out like he had been starving for months, his fingers hooked into your hips to hold you still while he drank you in.
âShitâJunmyeon!â
Your fingers pulled his hair enough to make him moan against your folds. The sounds of wetness and his ragged, hot breath were so erotic that your legs were already shaking. He pushed harder, swirling his tongue in rhythmic circles until you were sobbing his name again, and again.
âFuckâŚâ he groaned. âYou taste so fucking good.â
Junmyeon was winning. He knew it. You knew it, too. And yes, he wanted to be the only thing you could feel, the only thing you remembered as long as your inner thighs clamped his face, and your inner walls clenched at anything, already trembling against his mouth, knowing he was making you have the best orgasm in a long time.
But you werenât finished. As soon as he tasted the last drop and hovered over you, your mouth crashed against his with possessive strength. When he finally sank into you, the sensation was overwhelming. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to force him to stop being gentle. Of course, he got your silent beg and fucked you like your body had been made specifically for him. Each trust was a claim, each movement a silent way to call you his.
You traded bites on the shoulders and neck. You scratched down his back, your fingers tangled in his hair as you arched up to meet him, like you were competing to see who would break first. Every time he hit that perfect, sweet spot, heâd let out a growl against the crook of your neck, and youâd respond by pulling him deeper, refusing to let him have the final word.
When the end finally came, it was a mutual destruction. Junmyeon collapsed over you, his skin slick with sweat and his breathing ragged, his weight pinning you to the mattress. You werenât any better, your fingers trembling, debating whether to hold him or not. But... both of you refused to really move.
âT-this was a mistake, Kim,â you breathed, breaking the ice, your voice a shaky whisper.
Junmyeon shifted, his jaw tightening as he looked down at you, his eyes still dark and unhinged. âThe worst one of my life.â
However, his hand was already sliding back down to your hip, his thumb tracing the jagged mark heâd left there. Of course, you did fuck again that night, and the next days after... and the next weeks, like hooking up and hating each other were part of a balance.
You walked into the office with your jaw set and your stomach growling, the lack of breakfast making your temper a live wire. The moment you rounded the corner, you saw him.
Junmyeon was leaning against the edge of your desk, looking infuriatingly composed in a charcoal three-piece suit that hugged his shoulders perfectly. The silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose were a direct insult to your exhaustionâhe looked stupidly, effortlessly attractive for 9 AM, especially for a man who had spent the night losing his mind in your sheets.
âYouâre a minute late,â he noted, checking his watch with a slow, deliberate movement. A small, mocking smirk played on his lips. âHaving trouble getting out of bed this morning?â
âMove,â you snapped, dropping your purse onto your chair with a heavy thug, âif you donât wanna die today.â
Junmyeon let out a soft, raspy laugh. âRude.â
âGet off my desk,â you shot back, finally meeting his eyes. âGo hover over somewhere else and let me work.â
âEasy, easy. I was just making sure you hadnât fainted from exhaustion,â he whispered, leaning in just enough for you to catch his scent. âYou seemed quite drained.â
âIn your dreams,â you hissed, your eyes flashing. âNow get out before I report you for being a pain in the ass.â
Junmyeon straightened up, adjusting his cuffs with a smug, triumphant look. âSee you at the briefing. Try to keep up.â
He could be incredibly annoying for no reason, and the urge to punch his perfect features was clear now, but he escaped before you could do anything.
And just like that, the rest of the morning was a blur of spreadsheets and mounting irritation.
âHey, Junmyeon,â Chanyeol said, pointing toward his own neck. âYou okay? Youâve got a couple of marks right there.â
You froze. Your hand was hovering over the print button, almost crumpling the documents in your other hand, your heart hammering against your ribs.
Junmyeon didnât even flinch. He reached up, casually adjusting his tie, his expression the picture of bored indifference. âOh, those? Just a mosquito. A very aggressive one. I think it got into my apartment last night and wouldnât let me sleep.â
âA mosquito?â Chanyeol asked, skeptical. âThat looks more likeââ
âYeah,â Junmyeon interrupted, his voice flat and professional, though you caught the way his eyes darted toward you for a fraction of a second. âAnyway, about those quarterly projectionsâŚâ
You had to bite the inside of your cheek. The mental image of Junmyeon growling into your ear while you sank your teeth into his neck was a vivid memory from last night. You kept your back to them, staring intently at the printer tray, trying to erase it from your mind.
Later that day, the only thing more hollow than your stomach was your patience. You marched into the break room, desperate for a caffeine fix to dampen the hunger pangs, only to find the source of your misery already there.
Junmyeon was standing by the counter, leaning over his mug with an air of smug tranquility. Just as he reached out to lift the steaming cup to his lips, you swiped it from under his hand with a fluid, practiced motion.
âHey!â he protested, his hand clutching at empty air as he turned a sharp glare toward you. âThatâs mine. Get your own.â
âConsider it a tax,â you snapped, taking a long, defiant sip while looking him dead in the eye. âItâs entirely your fault I havenât eaten a single thing today.â
Junmyeon let out a low, raspy chuckle, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms. The movement made the charcoal fabric of his suit jacket pull tight across his chest. âAre you really this worked up over a yogurt? It was a strawberry. You donât even like strawberries that much.â
âIt was my strawberry yogurt, you thief,â you hissed. âAnd you knew exactly what you were doing when you cleared it out of my fridge.â
âI was hungry,â he said simply, a playful glint in his eyes that made you want to kick him. âBesides, youâre much more interesting when youâre hangry.â
You reached past him, your hand diving into his open lunch bag on the counter. Before he could react, you snatched the last thick slice of crusty bread heâd tucked away. âThen Iâm taking this.â
âHey! Thatâs mine!â
You stood your ground, the stolen bread in one hand and his coffee in the other, feeling the familiar adrenaline that only he could provoke.
âThatâs mine now,â you muttered, already backing toward the door.
âCâmere!â he retorted, his voice dropping into that dangerous, low register. âI donât wanna repeat it again.â
You stopped at the threshold, a slow, predatory smile spreading across your face. You let your gaze drift pointedly to his neck, where the collar of his expensive shirt was still struggling to do its job.
âJunmyeon,â your voice dripping with sweet, faux-concern. âMaybe you should spend your lunch break hiding those âmosquito bitesâ. Thatâs a lack of professionalism, yâknow?â
His smug expression didnât just fadeâit fractured to the point you thought his glasses had broken. For a split second, the composed version of him vanished.
Junmyeon opened his mouth to fire backâlikely to remind you exactly who had left those marksâbut the words died in his throat. He watched you stand there, defiantly chewing on his sourdough and holding his coffee like a trophy, and for once, he had no arguments.
You saw his jaw work, his eyes dark with a mixture of sheer annoyance and a kind of heat. Junmyeon looked genuinely surprised that youâd had the nerve to weaponize his own lie against him.
âJust⌠get out,â he finally muttered. He only had the heavy, frustrated weight of a man who knew heâd just been played at his own game.
âMy pleasure,â you hummed, a purr of pure satisfaction.
You sauntered out of the break room without looking back, but you could practically feel his gaze burning holes into the back of your neck. He wouldnât follow you, and he certainly wouldnât admit to anyone that you were the reason for his sudden silence. Junmyeon was too proud to let the office know that his rival had just walked off with his breakfast, his caffeine, and his dignity all in one go.
As you rounded the corner back to your desk, the coffee tasted better than anything youâd ever bought yourself. You knew this victory was temporaryâheâd likely spend the rest of the afternoon plotting a way to make you pay for the sourdoughâbut for now, the silence coming from the break room was the sweetest sound in the building.
âIt was a record-breaking month,â the managerâs voice boomed in the sudden silence. âBut as always, one person pushed just a little bit harder.â
Friday afternoon arrived. The stress was a living thing, fueled by the fact that the âSeller of the Monthâ announcement was a minute aside. Neither of you mentioned what happened again, but the way he watched you from across the meeting room told you he hadnât forgotten the humiliation in the break room.
At the center of the room, your manager held the cream-colored envelopeâthe voucher for the weekend getaway.
You stood on the left, your arms crossed tightly over your chest, your expression a mask of cold, professional indifference. Across the carpet, Junmyeon stood like a statue. He looked impeccable in a navy suit, his glasses catching the overhead light, but you noticed the way his fingers twitched against his thigh.
You felt Junmyeonâs gaze cut toward you. It was a silent prepare to lose. You tilted your chin up, your eyes promising him a slow, public demise.
âBy a margin of only two sales.â The silence was deafening. âKim Junmyeon is the new winner."
The room erupted into applause. Junmyeon didnât jump for joy; he smiled with confidence, stepping forward, and took the envelope. He shook the managerâs hand, thanked the team, and then turned his head just enough to catch your eye.
The look he gave you was the look of a man who had not only won the war but was now deciding exactly how to punish his prisoner.
âCongratulations, Junmyeon,â you said, your voice dripping with a fake, honeyed warmth that you knew he absolutely loathed. You stepped forward, extending a hand. âNobody deserves a break from all that strenuous effort quite like you do.â
Junmyeon took your hand, squeezing. He leaned in as if to give you a professional, friendly pat on the shoulder, but his hand landed on the back of your neck, his thumb pressing firmly into the sensitive skin just below your ear.
âBetter luck next time, sweetheart,â he murmured, loud enough for only you to hear. âMaybe itâll inspire you to actually hit your targets for once.â
âAw, so arrogant.â Your smile never wavered as you leaned into his space, your lips almost brushing his cheek in what looked like a congratulatory gesture. âDonât worry. Iâll be too busy taking over the accounts youâre neglecting.â
You moved first. Your coworkers swarmed in, effectively diffusing the lethal air between you and Junmyeon with their oblivious enthusiasm.
âNice work, Junmyeon! That coast trip is gonna be worth it!â Chanyeol shouted, slapping him on the back with enough force to make him stumble a half-step forward.
Junmyeonâs hand dropped from the back of your neck instantly. âThanks, man. It was a tight race,â he said, his voice smoothing out into that polished, professional baritone that always made you want to roll your eyes.
âAnd hey,â Minho said, turning to you with a sympathetic wince. âYouâll get him next month. You were so close. Seriously, just one more lead and heâd be the one sitting here looking miserable.â
âIâm not miserable,â you lied, forcing a sharp, practiced smile that didnât reach your eyes. âIâm just already planning his downfall. Someone has to keep his ego from floating away.â
âWell said!â Hana got close to you, holding your arm with a cheerful vibe. âCrash him!â
âYup, you will need luck for next month, Kim.â Minji appeared with Sora, who was laughing.
Junmyeon let out a short, dry chuckle, tucking the voucher into his breast pocket with a flourish that was meant only for you. âCareful. Overconfidence is usually what leads to second place. But I appreciate the congratulations, guys.â
The group laughed, the tension you had been building in the dark corners of the conversation dissipating into mundane office chatter. Slowly, the crowd began to thin, people drifting back to their cubicles to finish their final Friday tasks.
Junmyeon didnât give you a second glance. He simply turned his back on you, curving his lips in a smug smile, leaning over his desk to check an email. He knew he had pissed you off successfully.
You sat back down at your desk, not just feeling defeated, but with the urge to kill him slowly. You could see the back of his head, the way his dark hair was perfectly styled, and the way his shoulders looked broad and immovable in that suit, acting as if the win was purely professional. You hated that.
You spent the next hour typing with a ferocity that threatened your keyboard, your jaw clenched so tight it ached. Every time you heard the crinkle of the envelope from his side of the desk, your blood spiked.
By 5:00 PM, the office was a ghost town. You were still there, staring at a spreadsheet you had already finished, waiting for something. You heard the rustle of fabric, the click of a briefcase, and then his footsteps.
Junmyeon walked past your desk without stopping.
âBye, runner-up,â he said, his voice cool and detached as he headed for the elevators.
The anger was a hot, jagged stone in your chest as you watched the elevator numbers count down. You knew how he worked; Junmyeon didnât just play the game, he manipulated the board. He hadnât won because he was better; heâd won because he was devious.
You waited exactly five minutesâlong enough to look like you were heading home, but short enough to catch him.
The basement parking lot was a concrete tomb, smelling of damp air. You spotted his car immediately. As you approached, the driverâs side window slid down.
âComing?â His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that skipped down your spine. He looked infuriatingly smug behind the wheel.
Your purse hung lazily off your shoulder as you walked toward the passenger door. You didnât smile. You gave him the look he knew bestâthe one that promised you werenât there to congratulate him, but to ruin his victory. You yanked the door open and dropped into the leather seat, the scent of his cologne immediately filling your lungs.
âYouâre late.â His voice dropped into that dark, flirtatious register that only came out when the office cameras were off.
âShut up,â you snapped. You reached across the center console, your fingers hooking into the silk of his tie and yanking him toward you with enough force to make his neck snap forward.
You brought your face inches from his, your lips ghosting over his jaw. âYou cheated. We both know it.â
Junmyeon let out a sharp, ragged breath, his hands flying to your waist to haul you closer. A slow, dark smirk spread across his face as he looked at your mouth. âProve it,â he challenged, his eyes flashing with that familiar, unhinged hunger. âPlanning on punishing me for it?â
Junmyeon was enjoying itâthe aggression, the way you treated him like a criminal. You slid your hand down his chest, feeling the muscle jump and tighten beneath the expensive fabric of his suit. His breath hitched, turning rough and shallow as he leaned into your touch, his own hands traveling up your back to pull you flush against him.
When your lips finally crashed into his, it was a collision of teeth and tongue, fueled by the bitter adrenaline of the afternoon. It was angry and desperate. He groaned into your mouth, his grip tightening as he prepared to take exactly what he wanted.
But the moment he tried to deepen the kiss, to claim the satisfaction of a second win for the day, you pulled back.
You broke the contact abruptly, leaving him breathless and leaning into empty air. You smoothed your hair back with a clinical, cold precision and leaned back into your seat, a sharp, triumphant glint in your eyes.
âNot tonight,â you whispered, your voice a lethal purr as you reached for the door handle.
Junmyeon was speechless, leaning toward you, his pupils blown wide, his hands still hovering near your waist as if he could physically pull the âyesâ out of you. âWhatâwhere you going?â His fingers were grazing the fabric of your skirt.
You didnât flinch. Instead, you tilted your head, letting a slow, faux-sympathetic pout pull at your lips. You reached out, patting his cheek with a condescending softness that felt like a slap.
âOh, Junmyeon,â you sighed, your voice dripping with mock pity as you watched the frustration boil behind his eyes. âYou look so... desperate. Itâs almost sad. But Iâm afraid Iâm not on the menu tonight.â
âWhat do you mean?â he hissed, his jaw tightening so hard you could hear the bone click.
âIt means I have much better plans,â you said, checking your reflection in the front mirror, fixing your lipstick and hair. âThe girls and I are heading out. Drinks, dancing, and absolutely zero mention of you.â
The mention of your friendsâthe same ones who had just been strengthening your resolve to kick his assâmade his expression shift from heat to pure, unadulterated annoyance.
âYouâre really going to choose a night of cheap cocktails over me?â he challenged, his voice straining, trying to sound indifferent.
âIn a heartbeat,â you whispered, leaning in one last time just to leave a kiss on his jaw, leaving a perfect red mark of lipstick there before yanking the door handle. âBetter luck next time, sweetheart.â
You stepped out, the sound of your heels clicking sharply against the concrete like a victory march. As you shut the door, you looked back through the window one last time. He was sitting there, eyes closed, his tie crooked, his pulse visible in his neck, gripping the wheel harder enough to notice his frustration bubbling up.
You just kept walking, laughing all the way to the elevator, leaving him exactly where you wanted him: wanting more and having nothing.
Three rounds in, the alcohol had softened the sharp edges of the week, and you, Sora, Minji, and Hana were hunched over a sticky table, howling with laughter and absurdity.
âYou know,â Minji said, her eyes twinkling with that specific brand of drunken mischief, âI was looking at the two of you during the announcement today. Despite all the âI hope you trip into a volcanoâ glares... you and Junmyeon would actually make a terrifyingly hot couple.â
You nearly choked on your drink, a spray of gin and tonic barely missing the table. âMinji, please. Iâd rather date a cactus!â
âI donât knowâŚâ Sora chimed in, leaning forward with a conspiratorial whisper. âIâve seen the way he looks at you when you arenât looking at him. Itâs not just rivalry. Itâs like he wants to... eat you. Or ruin you. Or both.â
âYeah, my career,â you corrected, though your heart did a traitorous little flip.
Hana, never one to let a fire die out, poured more gasoline. âOh, heâs definitely got that energy. Yâknow, the one who looks like a perfect gentleman in that suit but probably has a whole different personality in bed.â
âStop! This is ridiculous!â you laughed, trying to wave them off, but your face felt suspiciously warm. âHeâs a robot.â
âA very attractive robot,â Minji countered, wagging her eyebrows. âCâmon. Youâve been in close quarters with him for months. Canât you tell me you havenât noticed the aura? Heâs got that âgood in bedâ energy. Like, really good.â
You had to bite your tongue so hard it actually hurt.
âI wouldnât know,â you said, your voice remarkably steady despite the internal chaos. âIâm too busy trying not to get a headache from his cologne.â
âBet heâs a biter,â Sora added thoughtfully, tapping her chin.
âNah, he likes being bitten,â Hana corrected. âYou havenât seen his neck?â
âI saw it too!â Minji laughed. âItâs always the ones who look the most composed who are the most unhinged behind closed doors, huh?â She patted your arms, noticing you were deadly silent, swallowing your words.
The irony was so thick you could taste it. You were sitting there, while your friends spent twenty minutes dissecting the exact sexual prowess of the man who had been hooking up with you for months.
âYou guys are obsessed,â you said, letting out a genuine, breathless laugh at the absurdity of it all. âI donât wanna talk about my nemesis here! Câmon, itâs girl night!â
âFine, fine.â Hana laughed, raising her glass. âBut mark my words. One of these days, that tension is going to snap, and Iâll be nearby when it happens.â
It already snapped, Hana, you thought, taking a long, triumphant sip of your drink.
âWait, wait, wait!â Minji said, her eyes widening as she slammed her glass onto the table. âI just remembered. You two live in the same building!â
The table went silent for a heartbeat before erupting.
âOh, youâve been holding out on us!â Sora squealed, leaning so far across the table she was practically in your lap. âThat means you see him in the wild. Does he wear those suits to get the mail?â
âItâs just a building!â You tried desperately to keep your voice from trembling. âI barely see him.â
âLiar!â Hana pointed a finger at you, her face flushed with gin-induced excitement. âLook at herâsheâs got that look. Youâve seen something, havenât you? What is it? His gym routine? He looks good in gray sweatpants and sweaty?â
âHana, stop,â you laughed, though the mental image of Junmyeon in anything casualâor nothing at allâwas currently playing on a loop in your brain.
âBet his apartment is just as cold and clinical as his office,â Minji mused, her mind clearly heading into dirtier territory. âAll glass and chrome. Very American Psycho. I bet heâs the type who watches himself in the mirror while heââ
âMinji!â you gasped, actually laughing. âYouâre officially banned from talking for the rest of the night.â
âNo, tell us!â Sora insisted, grabbing your arm. âHave you ever been in his place? Or has he been in yours? Oh my god⌠imagine the tension in that elevator. Just the two of you, floor after floor, staring at the numbers, knowing you hate each other but also knowing heâs... well, heâs him."
You thought about that very elevatorâthe way the doors had hissed shut, the way heâd slammed his hands against the wall, the way youâd yanked his tie until he stumbled.
Shit.
âNo⌠definitely not,â you managed to say, your face burning.
âSheâs blushing!â Hana screamed, attracting looks from the neighboring tables. âSheâs totally thinking about him! Câmon! If you donât tell us right now, Iâm gonna call him myself and ask.â
âYou wouldnât dareâŚâ Though a part of you knew Hana was drunk enough to try.
âThen give us something!â Sora pleaded. âJust one detail.â
You took a long, slow sip of your drink, the cool liquid doing nothing to soothe the heat in your cheeks. You thought about the bite mark on his neck, the way heâd growled your name into the mattress, and the look of pure, unhinged frustration on his face when he cuâ
You shook your head, forcing a look of mild boredom. âI saw him running once.â You offered a small, shrug-like gesture as if the memory was barely worth the effort to recall. âLate at night. He had headphones on and looked just as miserable as he does when Iâm beating his sales numbers. We didnât even speak. Thatâs the extent of our âneighborlyâ relationship.â
âJust once?â Sora asked, her voice dripping with disappointment. âNo late-night elevator runs for snacks? No bumping into him while youâre both taking out the trash in your pajamas?â
âIâm pretty sure he purposely takes the service stairs just to avoid the risk of seeing my face and ruining his night,â you lied, the words tasting like gin.
âThat sounds like him,â Hana muttered, swirling the ice in her glass. âThe man is so dedicated to being your enemy that heâd probably move out if he thought you were getting too comfortable.â
âExactly!â you said, taking a long, casual sip of your drink. âHeâs just a guy who lives in the same building and makes my life a living hell from nine to five.â
You leaned back, letting their chatter wash over you as they finally shifted the topic to Minjiâs dating app disasters. Inside, your heart was still thudding a mile a minute.
Admitting the truthâthat you knew exactly what he looked like when he was out of breath, or that heâd been in your bed at 3:00 AM more times than you could countâwould change everything. You werenât ready to share the satisfaction of having Junmyeon exactly where you wanted him.
But as you laughed at Minjiâs stories, your hand ghosted over your phone in your purse. You wondered if he was still sitting in that car, fuming, or if he was already back at the building, waiting for the sound of your heels in the hallway.
The walk from the taxi to the elevator ride felt lonely, boring with the lack of his presence. When the doors hissed open on your floor, instead of turning left toward your own door, you found yourself standing in front of his.
You were so close to knocking, close enough to imagine him on the other sideâmaybe sitting on that leather sofa with a glass of bourbon, still wearing that navy suit, and fuck.
With a sharp, internal snap, you pulled your hand back. Not tonight.
You turned on your heel and marched the few steps to your own door. When you tried to shove the key into the lock, your coordination betrayed you; the metal slipped, clattering clumsily to the floor.
âShit.â
As you reached down to retrieve it, the floor seemed to tilt. You caught yourself against the wall, fingers splayed against the cold surface as the eveningâs drinks finally caught up with you.
The elevator doors opened again. Junmyeon stepped out, winded from his run and radiating a heat that seemed to close the distance between you instantly. He was dressed in a black shirt and shorts, a light running jacket clinging to his frame in all the right places. His hair was damp, his chest heaved with every labored breath, and a single bead of sweat traced a path down his temple before disappearing into his collar. He didnât even look up at you first; he was adjusting his glasses.
âEnjoying the view?â
His voice sent a treacherous shiver down your spine, snapping you out of a trance you hadnât realized youâd fallen into. Junmyeon moved with an effortless grace that your own buzzed senses couldnât match, unlocking his door in one fluid motion and leaving it ajarâa silent invitation.
The alcohol in your system felt like it had suddenly evaporated. You tightened your grip on your keys, the metal biting into your palm, before you crossed the threshold and shut the door behind you.
âI wasnât looking at you.â But your eyes were fixed on the way his clothes matched his body proportions perfectly.
Junmyeon chuckled, tossing his watch and keys onto the table. He turned back to face you. âIs that so?â He took a step closer to you, a dark, triumphant smirk finally spreading across his face. âThen why are you here?â
âIâjust to clarify that. Yeah,â you stammered, the excuse sounding pathetic even to your own ears. âI should go.â
âSure.â Junmyeonâs voice dropped to a low register. He didnât move an inch back, but his scent was clouding your senses. âThe door is right behind you.â
Your feet were stuck, and your gaze was locked on his lips, taking a step closer.
âThatâs what I thought.â
As Junmyeon closed the final inch, your defenses evaporated. Your purse slid forgotten from your shoulder, and the keys you had been gripping so tightly clattered to the floor. You didnât care. You reached for him, your composure snapping as you crashed your lips against his.
Junmyeon reacted instantly. He trapped you against the door, sliding down one of his hands, searingly hot, to find the hem of your skirt, his fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your thigh with a proprietary force that made your knees buckle.
âFuckâI hate you,â you gasped against his mouth.
âNot as much as I do,â Junmyeon murmured, tearing his mouth from yours to trail a path of heat down your jaw. His lips found the frantic pulse in your neck, devouring your skin, leaving hot marks. Your fingers tangled desperately into his hair, pulling him closer.
You shrugged out of your blazer, the fabric hitting the floor to join your keys and purse. Junmyeon slid his hand further up your skirt, then rubbed his fingers against your panties. The sudden, hot realization of your own wetness made every sensation feel amplified, a deep ache settling in your cunt that only he could soothe.
Junmyeonâs mouth remained anchored to your neck, his breath hot against your skin, while his free hand began to work the buttons of your blouse with a practiced, agonizing slowness. He exposed more skin, centimeter by centimeter, following the trail of the fabric with hungry, wet, searing kisses.
Your hips began to buck instinctively against his hand, a silent, desperate plea for him to touch you properly, to rub harder against your folds. You were losing the battle, your breath hitching in broken gasps. You could feel the wetness of his tongue against your bra, his hot breath cooling against the fabric, claiming you.
Junmyeon pulled away barely an inch, looking at you with hungry eyes, his hot fingers leaving you shivering and bereft. You watched, breathless and whimpering against the door, as he brought his hand up between your faces. His two fingers were slick. Without breaking eye contact, he slid his fingers into his mouth, watching you gasp again.
Junmyeon licked them clean with his tongue, swallowing as he tasted you. The sight of his lips wrapped around his own fingers while he stared you down felt like it was certainly an erotic vow.
âFucking delicious.â
His voice sent a fresh wave of heat straight to your core. You couldnât even find a retort. All you could do was stare at his mouth, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs, waiting for him to finish what heâd started.
âJunââ
The friction of the lace was gone, replaced by the searing heat of his bare skin against yours. Junmyeon slid two fingers downward, finding your aching folds and directly rubbing them again with a heavy, rhythmic pressure that made your breath catch in a sharp, broken gasp.
âWhat is it?â His voice was thick with a dark sort of pride, ghosting your lips. âSo desperate, doll.â
Before you could snap back, he collided his lips against your mouth and drove his fingers inside your cunt. The sudden fullness made you whimper, your teeth sinking into his lower lip in a sharp, instinctive bite. Junmyeonâs mouth curved into a smirk against yours, savoring the sting, groaning. He knew he had you.
His pace quickened, his fingers curling inside you with a ruthless precision that forced you to cling to his shoulders. You arched your back, your spine hitting the door as you bucked your hips against his hand, chasing the friction. He hummed in approval, a low vibration you felt deep in your chest, before his lips began a slow, torturous descent.
âFuck! Donât stopâah.â
Junmyeon trailed wet, lingering kisses down your throat and over the swell of your chest, his breath hot through the thin fabric of your bra. When he finally caught your nipple between his teeth, biting down through the lace, the double hit of pleasure made your head toss back.
The wet, rhythmic sound of his fingers with vengeance, the friction even more intense. Junmyeon began scissoring his fingers deep inside you, catching your rhythm and then shattering it by going faster, harder, until your senses were completely blinded. You were a live wire in his hands, your gasps turning into frantic, wordless pleas as the coiling heat tightened once again, turning into a searing, unbearable pressure.
âShitâyes.â
You were right there, your body trembling, your vision blurring as you prepared to shatter. And then, with the surgical precision of a man who knew exactly how to break you, Junmyeon stopped.
âSon of a bitch!â You let out a desperate, strangled soundâa mix of a sob and a moanâas your orgasm retreated just as it reached its peak.
Your legs were shaking so violently you had to lean your entire weight against the door just to stay upright, your inner muscles twitching and aching for more. You looked at him through a haze of frustration, your eyes stinging with the sheer need of it.
Junmyeon was looking at you, his chest rising and falling in a steady, maddeningly calm rhythm, lips curved, and that triumphant chuckle.
âCâmon, honey. You can resist a little tease.â His voice was smooth and terrifyingly steady. He was so close to your face, you could feel his warm breath. âRight?â
âYou... bastard!â you managed to choke out, your voice a fractured wreck of its former self. You tried to reach for him, but your coordination was gone, your body heavy and oversensitive. âJustâfinish it.â
âBut that wonât be fun,â he murmured, his gaze dropping to your mouth.
Junmyeon just watched youâwatched the way your breath hitched and the way your hands clawed at his shouldersâcompletely unfazed by the storm he had unleashed inside you. He was the one in total control, and he was savoring every second of your undoing.
âPleaseâJunmyeon, please.â
âCan make an exception.â
The agonizingly slow drag of his fingers returned, a deliberate, torturous rhythm that felt like he was mocking your desperation. Junmyeon was playing with you, teasing your sensitized flesh with a casual cruelty that left you utterly powerless. You couldnât even form a coherent thought; your world had shrunk to the point where his hand met your body. You bucked your hips instinctively, trying to force a faster pace, your fingers digging into the hard muscle of his forearm in a silent, white-knuckled plea for him to just keep going.
âSo impatient,â he murmured, his voice a low vibration against your jaw. He trailed his tongue along the sensitive line of your neck, his breath hitching.
Just as the frustration peaked, his fingers snapped back into a blurring, ruthless speed, sending a violent jolt of electricity straight up your spine, your head snapping back against the door. You whimpered, the sound broken and raw, but the fear of him stopping again was more intense than the pleasure itself.
âP-please,â you finally gasped out, the word shattering the last of your pride. Your eyes were shut tight, your body arching into his as the coiling tension in your core became an unbearable, white-hot knot. âJunmyeon, please... donât stop. Not again. I canâtâIâll do whatever you want, justâshit. Donât stop.â
Junmyeon let out a low, triumphant growl, his teeth grazing your earlobe as his pace turned even more punishing. âOh?â
He pushed you past the breaking point, his fingers relentless and cruel as he kept you balanced on that jagged, unbearable edge. He adjusted his rhythm just enough to keep the tension coiling tighter, turning the pleasure into a beautiful, agonizing form of torture.
âWhat is it?â His voice dropped. He stopped his fingers for a heartbeat, hovering just at the entrance of your cunt. âWanna cum?â
The frustration finally broke you. Tears of pure, overstimulated desperation welled in your eyes, blurring the sight of his smug, hot face. You nodded frantically, your pride evaporated.
âYes,â you choked out. âYes, damn it. Yes!â
âGood girl.â
Junmyeon drove his fingers back inside with a brutal, blurring speed, his thumb finding that aching spot with a proprietary force. You whimpered into his shoulder as your orgasm finally crashed over you, a violent, bone-deep release that felt like an explosion.
Your inner walls clenched around his fingers in frantic, rhythmic waves, milking the friction as you bucked helplessly against him. Your legs gave out completely, leaving you hanging on his frame as your body was racked by tremor after tremor.
Junmyeon watched you with a look of dark, satisfied possession, savoring the way you were reduced to a trembling, sobbing mess in his arms.
Junmyeon carried you effortlessly, your arms locked around his neck, before he dropped you onto the middle of his bed. The moment your back hit the mattress, you reached for him, pulling him down into a raw kiss. Your hands roamed over him, desperate to find skin, and the friction was so intense he finally bucked under your touch.
He couldnât resist you any longer as you finished the job with your blouse, tossing it aside. Junmyeon surged forward, his mouth hungry and desperate as he attacked your neck, his breath coming in jagged lunges. He made quick work of your bra, and when your skin was finally exposed to the cool air, he didnât give you a second to breathe. He buried his face against your tits, his kisses desperate and wide-mouthed as he devoured you.
âJunmyeon... please,â you moaned, your voice a fractured wreck as you arched your body off the sheets. Your hips were already moving in a frantic, instinctive search for pressure. âI need you.â
Junmyeon pulled back for a single heartbeat, looking down at you, swollen lips and his eyes dark, hungry, letting you take his glasses off. Without a word, he yanked his shirt over his head, muscles tensing under the dim light, before he dropped between your legs.
âYesââ
He stripped your panties and your skirt away with a ruthless efficiency, his mouth immediately finding the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. Junmyeon trailed wet, searing kisses upward, marking every inch of you, his hands gripping your knees to keep you open for him.
âI know you need me, doll,â he rasped, his voice vibrating against your skin. âCâmere.â
Junmyeon adjusted his position until he could settle himself firmly beneath you. He made you sit right on his face, the heat of his skin meeting the slick, aching center of your pussy. Your legs were already trembling violently, your senses so overstimulated that the mere proximity of him made your head spin.
You felt his hands slide up to your waist, anchoring you in place, before he delivered a giant, wet lick that traced you from bottom to top. The raw sensation of his tongue against your slit made you gasp into the empty room, your fingers dropping his glasses aside, clawing at the sheets as you buckled over him, completely at the mercy of his mouth.
You lost it immediately, your body jerking on top of him as your damp, swollen folds met the relentless heat of his mouth. He wasnât being polite; he was loud and messy, the wet sounds of his tongue lapping at you and his moans filling the quiet of the bedroom and making your skin flush a deep, frantic red.
Junmyeon was devouring you with a desperation that told you heâd been starving as much as you did. Every slow, heavy stroke of his tongue against your slit sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to your brain. You were squirming, rocking your hips as you tried to find a rhythm, but he was too fast, too thorough.
âAhâJunmyeon, fuck!â you choked out, your fingers finding his hair, practically pulling at the roots.
In a fit of pure, unadulterated lust, you tried to squeeze your inner thighs against his head, wanting to trap him there, to force him even deeper into your mess. Junmyeon let out a muffled, dark growl against your skin, his hands sliding up to your ass to grip you with a bruising force, holding you steady as he focused entirely on your clit.
Junmyeon began to suck at that tiny, overstimulated point of nerves, his tongue swirling around it with a rhythmic, drowning pressure. You were a complete wreck, your voice high and jagged as you cried out, your hips bucking uncontrollably against his mouth. He was making a total mess of you, the slick evidence of your desire coating his lips and chin, but he didnât care. He just drank you in, his breathing ragged and loud between every hungry lap.
âShit, shit, shit. Yes!â
You were completely undone, the friction of his tongue driving you into a fever state where the only thing that existed was the wet, rhythmic sound of him eating you out. You turned your head a second, your vision swimming, and saw that he had kicked his shorts and boxers down just enough to free himself.
His hand was clamped around his cock, his fist moving in a fast, punishing blur as he jerked himself off. You could see the veins standing out on his forearm, the sheer force of his grip as he squeezed himself hard, his knuckles white.
âFucking hellâyouâre so addictive,â he groaned, making your core throb with a renewed, agonizing intensity.
You couldnât help yourself, your voice a broken, breathless wreck as his mouth continued to claim you.
âDonât... donât you dare stop,â you hissed, your hands grabbing the headboard as you bucked your hips against his face. âFucking eat me. Ahâjust like that.â
You turned your head again. The sight of him working himself to the rhythm of his own tongue lapping at your slit was too much. You tried to squeeze your thighs against his face again, wanting to feel the vibration of his growls deep in your bones.
Junmyeon let out a jagged, guttural sound, his fist moving even faster as he buried his face deeper into your pussyâhis tongue swirling around your clit with ruthless pressure.
âFuck!â
The second climax hit you far more violently than before. Your swollen folds were almost too sensitive to bear, but the relentless pressure of his mouth wouldnât let you escape. You felt your inner walls contract in frantic, agonizing spasms, the orgasm finally snapping through you. A raw, jagged cry teared from your throat as you shattered completely, your entire body vibrating against him, digging your nails into the headboard.
At that exact same moment, Junmyeonâs own control finally disintegrated. His fist worked in one last, punishing blur against his cock, and he let out a loud, choked-off shoutâa sound of pure, unbridled release.
His body jolted violently against your thighs, his muscles locking tight. The sheer force of the climax left him physically drained, his grip on your waist finally loosening as he slumped forward.
Junmyeon let out a long, shaky exhale against your skin, holding you as the aftershocks continued to roll through you. He lingered, his tongue moving in slow, languid strokes to clean you. The sensation was almost too much for your overstimulated nerves.
âFuck,â you gasped, though your hands were still buried in his hair, pulling him closer.
When Junmyeon finally shifted, he pulled you up, his muscles slick and straining as he guided you to sit firmly on his lap. You were face-to-face now, your skin flushed and damp, meeting the beautiful, honest mess that was left of his control. He leaned back against the headboard, his chest heaving in heavy, jagged lunges. The tension that usually tightened his shoulders was gone, replaced by a raw, satisfied relief.
âYou look far too proud of yourself,â you whispered, your voice a breathless wreck as you pushed a stray, damp lock of hair from his forehead.
âI think Iâve earned it,â he rasped, his eyes hooded and dark with a proprietary heat, smirking. âI didnât know my name could sound that filthy in your mouth.â
âYou arrogant bastard,â you breathed, a small, shaky smile tugging at your lips.
âAnd yet, here you are,â he countered, his hands sliding down to grip your waist, his thumbs digging into your skin.
âJust because your tongue does better things than fight me back.â Testing the waters, you reached down, your finger tracing the hypersensitive tip of his length.
The contact made him hiss a jagged curse, his entire body jerking involuntarily. âFuckâyou vixen!â He winced, the pleasure-pain of the post-orgasm sensitivity hitting him hard, but he did tilt his hips into your touch.
âWhat? Iâm just admiring the mess you made,â you teased, your finger circling his tip again, watching his knuckles turn white as he gripped the sheets. âYou were louder tonight, Junmyeon. I didnât know you had that in you.â
âDonât start,â he warned, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. âI wasnât the one begging tonight.â
âYouâre the one who pushed me there,â you countered, leaning in until your lips brushed his ear. âYou wanted me desperate. Needy.â
Junmyeon let out a long, shaky exhale, his head falling back against the wood. âY-yeah. I wanted to ruin you.â He looked at your hand again, watching with a dark, mesmerized intensity as you continued to stroke him. Even though he was spent, even though he was raw, he let you touch, his breath hitching every time your skin grazed his.
âYouâre addicted to this,â you whispered, looking up at him, curving your lips. âTo me.â
âCompletely,â he admitted, his voice dropping to a vulnerable, honest low.
You shifted your weight and wrapped your hand firmly around the base of his length. Junmyeon let out a sharp, fractured breath that sounded almost like a sob.
âOh, Kim,â you whispered, leaning in until your lips grazed his ear, curving your lips. âReduced to a shaking mess because Iâm barely touching you?â
You started to jerk him off, your rhythm slow, designed to draw out every ounce of his sensitivity. Junmyeon hissed a string of jagged curses, his head snapping back against the headboard, his eyes squeezed shut as his body jolted.
âYou like this, donât you?â you purred. You leaned forward and sank your teeth into his lower lip, biting just hard enough to make him groan.
âFuckâŚâ he gasped, his hands coming up to grip your waist with a white-knuckled intensity. He tried to pull you closer, his hips bucking upward in a desperate search for more, but you held him back, keeping the pace agonizingly steady.
âUh-uh.â Your hand tightened slightly as you moved up to his tip, watching his throat move as he swallowed hard. âYou enjoyed watching me struggle, hmm? You liked making me wait and beg.â
You leaned back just enough to look at himâhis hair disheveled, his cheeks flushed, his lips swollen, his eyes desperate. Junmyeon looked completely undone.
âNow itâs your turn,â you purred, your thumb circling the sensitive tip of him until his breath hitched and stayed there. âI think Iâm going to keep you right here for a while. I want to hear you beg.â
âYouâyou cruel woman,â he rasped, his eyes fluttering open, dark and hazed with a mix of pain and pure, unadulterated lust.
âUh-uh. Iâm just playing your game,â you countered. âDonât complain when I use it all on you.â
You pulled your hand away with a sharp, clinical suddenness, mirroring the exact cruelty heâd shown you. Junmyeonâs hips bucked reflexively, chasing the heat that had just vanished, and he let out a strangled, desperate sound that was half-growl, half-sob.
âDonâtââ he rasped, his eyes snapping open, wide and hazed with a frantic kind of need. He reached for you, his fingers brushing your waist, but you pulled just out of reach, moving back on the bed.
âWhat?â Your voice was airy and teasing as you watched him tremble. âI thought maybe you liked the wait.â
âShitâplease,â he groaned, looking utterly wrecked, his chest heaving, his pride lying in tatters on the floor. âDonât do this. Please⌠fuck, Iâm begging you.â
âAre you?â You knelt between his legs, your shadow falling over his flushed skin. You reached out, your finger grazing the slick, pearly cum at his tip, and then you brought them to your lips, tasting him right in front of his eyes.
Junmyeon let out a hissed, jagged breath, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the sheets.
âWhoâs in charge, Junmyeon?â you whispered, your eyes locked on his.
âFuck,â he choked out, his voice cracking. âY-you are. Just... please, do it.â
Satisfied with the brokenness in his tone, you leaned down. You started by swirling your tongue around the sensitive crown, catching every drop of his sensitivity. Junmyeon groaned, his hands flying to your hair, guiding you, his fingers trembling against your scalp.
Then, you took him into your mouth, swallowing him whole.
The low, guttural sound he made was pure animal instinct. His hips began to move lazily, a rhythmic, desperate thrust against your mouth as he fought to stay conscious. The feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat sent a violent jolt of heat straight to your own cunt; you were so wet you could feel your inner walls clenching around nothing, aching for a fullness that only he could provide.
âFuck... yes! Right there.â His voice was a fractured wreck as his grip on your hair tightened, anchoring you to him. âDonât⌠donât you fucking stop. Iâm gonnaâshit.â
Junmyeon was completely at your mercy, his breathing turning into sharp, frantic hitches as your tongue worked over him, driving him toward a peak that he couldnât escape. He was loud, messy, and entirely yours, his swearing turning into wordless pleas as he teetered on the very edge of his sanity, his chest heaving, his hip colliding uncoordinated with your face.
You reached down with your free hand, your fingers curling around him to squeeze his balls with a firm, proprietary grip, while your other hand jerked him with a fast, ruthless rhythm.
âAhâyes, baby,â he choked out, his hands tangling desperately in your hair. âYouâre fucking killing me. Shitââ
âShh,â you murmured, pulling back just enough to give him a messy kiss. âYouâre doing so good for me, Junmyeon. Such a good, obedient boy.â
âDonâtââ he groaned, a jagged, broken sound. âPlease.â He shut his eyes, his hands trembling.
âWhat?â You smirked, grazing your lips on his, jerking him off. âYou like it when I call you good boy?â
He barely nodded, probably ashamed that the lust was deeper. âFuck, please... just finish me. Please?â
âI didnât hear you.â Your fist squeezed harder. âYou like it?â
âYes! FuckâI do!â
Satisfied, you gave him a quick kiss before taking him deep, swallowing his whole cock. Junmyeon groaned so loud that it made your own core pulse with a frantic, wet ache. You were a winner, and you both knew itâyou could feel it in the way his muscles were locked tight, the way his swearing turned into a high, frantic whine.
âYes, ahâyes!â
Junmyeon finally broke. With a loud, guttural groan, his body jolted violently. He came with a force that was staggering, hot sperm hitting the back of your throat as he pumped into your mouth. You coughed, trying to take every bit of him, even as it became too much to swallow, the excess dripping down your chin and onto your chest.
Junmyeon was completely overwhelmed, his body racking with aftershocks so intense his legs were still twitching against the sheets. He slumped back, his hands finally falling limp from your hair, his breathing coming in shallow, sobbing gasps.
You pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, a triumphant, predatory smile on your face. You were covered in himâyour lips, your chin, your skinâand the sight of him so utterly destroyed and overstimulated made you feel more powerful than any boardroom victory ever could.
You leaned down and mashed your mouth against his, a slow, sloppy kiss that was pure mockery. You deliberately smeared the slick evidence of his orgasm across his lips, tasting yourself and him all at once. Neither of you gave a shit about being clean; you were both too far gone, completely feral and obsessed.
âTastes good, hmm?â you whispered against his mouth, your lips wet and glistening. âBut you look like a fucking mess, Kim.â
Junmyeon let out a dark, ragged chuckle that sounded more like a growl, his eyes snapping open with a dangerous, predatory spark. âYou think you fucking broke me? You think youâre in control because you can make me beg?â
Before the words could even fully leave his mouth, he gripped your waist and flipped you onto your back with a sudden, bruising force. The weight of his sticky, warm body pinned you flat against the mattress. You immediately felt the scorching heat of himâthick, heavy, and hard again, pressed right against your slick cunt.
âIâm gonna make you eat every single one of those words,â he rasped, his voice dropping to a filthy, gravelly whisper.
Junmyeon didnât ease into you. He slammed his hips forward, burying his entire length inside you in one deep, ruthless thrust that bottomed out completely. You let out a sharp, high-pitched whimper, your toes curling as your overstimulated walls, raw from the previous orgasms, clenched around him like a vice. It was so intense that you reacted purely on instinct, arching your spine and biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
âFuckââ Junmyeon groaned, tasting the copper on his tongue and immediately driving into you harder, his pace turning fast and punishing. âFucking bite me again, you little psycho. Shitâyouâre so goddamn tight.â
âShut up and just fuck me, Junmyeon!â Your hands flew to his back, your nails digging into his skin and dragging down until you left long, angry red tracks. âDonât you dare slow downâI wanna feel every fucking inch of you.â
âYou like it rough, huh? You like it when I donât give you a choice,â he half-growled, half-chuckled, his breathing coming in heavy, jagged lunges as the headboard began to slam violently against the wall.
He reached down, grabbing one of your thighs and pulling it high over his shoulder to open you up even more, angling his hips to hit that exact, agonizing spot inside you over and over again. He had you whimpering, incapable of saying a word but raw moans from your lips.
âYes, doll. Look at how open you are for me. Shitâwho owns this pathetic, aching pussy right now.â
With a low growl, Junmyeon slid his hand up from your waist, his palm wrapping around the front of your neck. He pressed down firmly, pinning you to the pillows. The sudden, heavy pressure on your throat sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight to your core. Your internal muscles reacted instantly, contracting violently and clenching around his thick cock.
âFucking tight,â Junmyeon choked out, his jaw tight as your raw, hyper-sensitive walls squeezed him with an agonizingly perfect grip. âSay it. Who owns you.â
âYouâyou do,â you whimpered, your voice breaking, tears of pure, unadulterated pleasure blurring your vision as he absolutely devoured you from the inside out. âYou do, fuck... Junmyeonâyou feel so good. Iâm gonnaââ
âNo, baby. You donât cum until I tell you to,â Junmyeon swore, his chest heaving as he stared down at you, his face flushed and his jaw locked in pure, obsessive lust. He slowed his pace for two agonizing strokes, grinding his pelvis hard against yours, making the friction so thick and wet it was deafening. âSwear to me, love. Swear youâre never gonna let anyone else touch you like this.â
âN-never,â you sobbed out, your hips instinctively bucking up to meet his heavy, brutal thrusts, completely addicted to the pain and the pleasure of him stretching you open. âFucking ruin me, Junmyeon, pleaseâŚâ
You didnât push his hand away. Instead, your fingers scrambled up to grip his forearm, your nails digging into his skinânot to pull him off, but to anchor him there, silently demanding that he keep the pressure exactly where it was and push even deeper inside you.
âMore,â you gasped out of breath, the word getting caught in your throat as tears of intense, overstimulated pleasure welled in your eyes and spilled down your temples. âIâm yoursâIâm fucking yours!â
âThatâs it. All mine,â he rasped, his own control disintegrating as his movements turned into a blurring, frantic frenzy of pure friction and sweat.
Neither of you could handle the raw, hyper-sensitive heat for more than a few minutes; it was a race to the absolute edge of your sanity, both of you completely lost in a blind, chaotic rhythm that was burning you both to the ground.
His heavy, sweat-slicked body was betraying him; every time he slammed deep inside you, a violent tremor would wrack his spine, his muscles locking up before he dragged himself back to plunge into you again. His lips were parted, his jaw strained so tight it looked like it would crack, and he was being incredibly loud, letting out deep, animalistic grunts and breathless curses with every heavy, wet thrust that echoed through the room.
âJunâah, please,â you choked out breathless, the sound barely escaping your throat as tears streamed down into your hair. Your hips bucked up on instinct, chasing the brutal friction, completely addicted to the agonizingly perfect pressure of his hand and his body. âIâmâIâm closeâfuck, I canâtââ
âI know,â he growled, his gaze dark and hazed with an overwhelming, dangerous level of lust as he stared down at your wrecked face. Junmyeon finally freed your leg, but not your neck. He leaned down, his chest crushing your breasts, his mouth finding your ear as his hips accelerated into a blinding, frantic frenzy. âJust one⌠one more second. Shitâtogether. I wanna feel you crushing me.â
You nodded weakly. The raw sensation between your slick, swollen folds was deafening, a sloppy, desperate mess of skin against skin that threatened to burn you both down. Your fingers were clawing uselessly at his forearms as the pleasure became too intense to bear.
The press of his hand on your neck vanished the exact moment he lost it. A sharp, ragged gasp of air rushed back into your lungs just as your shared climax hit with a devastating, paralyzing force. Junmyeonâs control completely disintegrated; his hands slammed into the mattress on either side of your head, curling into white-knuckled fists as his entire body locked tight.
âFuckâŚâ he growled breathless.
You scrambled to hold him closer, wrapping your arms and trembling legs around his sweat-slicked frame, desperate to bridge any remaining distance, wanting to feel every single inch of your skin fused together. Inside you, his cock was throbbing violently, filling you up so completely that it felt like an electric current was surging through your veins. Your entire body was trembling, caught in a wave of violent, uncontrollable spasms.
Junmyeon couldnât help himselfâhe gave a few final, sloppy, uncoordinated thrusts, rubbing your clit with his own thumbs, sending you entirely over the edge. Overstimulated to the point of delirium, you squirted against him, a high, fractured cry tearing from your throat and burying itself in the crook of his neck. You bit down on his shoulder, your nails anchoring deep into his back, riding the wave until he finally stopped moving altogether.
âJesus ChristâJunmyeon!â
With a final, low groan, Junmyeon collapsed, his exquisite, heavy weight crushing you into the mattress. Neither of you moved an inch. You just lay there, a tangled tangle of limbs, sweaty, wet, and completely spent. Your internal walls and his muscles were still twitching with aftershocks as you both gasped for air.
Junmyeon let out a tired, breathless chuckle against your collarbone, the tension completely melted from his frame. âFuck,â he rasped, his voice a deep, gravelly ruin as he tightened one heavy arm around your waist, pulling you securely against his side. âWe... we need a shower.â
A breathless, exhausted laugh bubbled up from your chest, your lips brushing against his damp shoulder. âBut youâre carrying me.â
âDeal.â
After the warm water of the shower had finally washed away the sticky, frantic evidence of the night, Junmyeon carried you back to the fresh side of the bed. The cool, clean sheets felt like heaven against your scrubbed skin, but you didnât stay apart for long. Almost immediately, he pulled you against his chest, molding his body to your back and draping a heavy, possessive arm over your waist. He buried his face deep into the damp curve of your neck, his nose hidden in the strands of your hair as his breathing slowed into a deep, rhythmic hum.
âJunmyeon?â you murmured. âThat was my shampoo?â
He let out a lazy and completely unbothered song, shifting just a fraction, tightening his grip on your waist as if trying to physically anchor you into silence. âDunno what youâre talking about.â
You could hear the sheer exhaustion filling his lungs, his voice gravelly and weighed down by the sleep he was desperately chasing, but your curiosity got the better of you. âDonât play dumb. You bought it, but you clearly havenât used it. Why is it in there?â
âI like the smell,â he mumbled defensively into your neck, his breath warm against your collarbone.
A tiny, knowing smile tugged at your lips. Junmyeon had bought your exact shampoo just to have it ready for the moments you stayed over, a quiet gesture that felt incredibly loud.
Intrigued, you carefully rolled over within the tight circle of his arms to face him. The movement made him let out a soft, disgruntled groan, but he didnât let you go. You blinked through the dark, finding his sleepy face just inches from yours. His eyes were tightly shut, his hair soft over his forehead, and his swollen lower lip was pulled into a faint, exhausted pout.
You reached up as you gently cupped his face. Your thumb brushed just below his eye, tracing the soft, relaxed skin. âBuying my shampoo just so when Iâm here. Who knew my biggest rival was actually such a softie?â
Junmyeon let out a low, gravelly chuckle that vibrated right against your fingertips. âIâm not soft,â he mumbled, his voice thick and entirely ruined by sleep. âIâm practical. Now shut up and go to sleep.â
âIt was also a practical move that you faked ending your run just when I came home?â
His eyes stayed shut, his arm tightening around your waist. âWhat the hell are you talking about? Please⌠go to sleep.â
âLiar,â you persisted, a sleepy, goofy smile spreading across your face as you remembered the struggle at your apartment door. "You were running with glasses, Junmyeon. You donât do that. You just came because you saw me coming, fumbling with my keys, and then, you had the nerve to mock me.
âYou were fumbling,â he murmured, a soft, amused laugh escaping his lips as he buried his face further into your hair, incapable of denying your accusation.
âI was perfectly sober,â you corrected, letting out a soft, absurd chuckle. âThose three cocktails didnât even exist in my body. My system completely neutralized them.â
âSure, sure.â He curved his lips, his voice thick with sleep. âWeâll see how that âneutralizedâ system feels when the morning comes, and youâre begging me for aspirin.â
âUgh, I hate you know me so well. But⌠you will give it to me just because Iâm your favorite rival. Admit it.â
âNot quite sure,â he whispered back, finally wrapping his other arm around you to pull you completely into his space. He let out a long, heavy sigh. âMaybe just for tonight.â
âStill wrong,â you mumbled. âIâm your only rival. Everyone else just lets you win. Youâd be bored to death without me.â
Junmyeon let out one last, quiet chuckle; the sound felt warm and private. He shifted slightly, his lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin.
âMaybe youâre right.â His voice dropped to a low, sleepy confession. Before you could say another word, he guided your head down, nudging you until your face was completely hidden in the warm crook of his neck. âSleep,â he whispered against your hair, his hand pressing firmly between your shoulder blades to keep you tucked safely against him. âNo more talking for tonight.â
You didnât protest this time. Letting out a soft sigh, you wrapped one arm securely around his torso, anchoring him close. Your leg slid instinctively between his, lacing your limbs together under the heavy duvet until there wasnât a single inch of space left between you.
As the heavy, comfortable silence of the room settled over you both once again, a quiet smile spread across your face, your eyes fluttering shut as you melted into his hold. And, against your hair, completely hidden in the dark (and the soft scent of your shampoo), Junmyeon was smiling tooâneither of you truly knowing just how deeply the other was already losing the risky game.
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