Themes: Divorce, Family, Angst, Fluff, Tension, Jealousy, Slice of life.
Preview: You and Jaehyun are divorced, on a reluctant family vacation for your 3-year-old son, but you can’t stand each other—and he has a girlfriend now. Wonderful.
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“Stay for Him”
Part 1: One Room, Two Strangers, and a Three-Year-Old
The villa was too quiet for a family.
Or maybe it was just the space between you and Jaehyun that made it feel that way—cold, silent, suffocating.
Your three-year-old son, Jaejun, clung to your leg while you stood at the entrance, staring at the too-romantic white curtains and ocean-view balcony.
“Mommy, this house is big!” he gasped, running toward the windows.
“Don’t run—” you warned, but Jaehyun’s voice overlapped yours from behind.
“He’ll be fine,” he said flatly, wheeling in the last suitcase. “We’re not here to fight, remember?”
You turned slowly, your eyes narrowing.
“And yet you say that like you’re begging me to.”
His jaw ticked. “I’m here for him. Not for you.”
The air was thick with history. With resentment. And beneath that—something worse. The lingering ache of what once was.
“Great,” you said sharply. “We agree on something.”
The three of you had agreed—after months of arguing, after one too many court calls, after a particularly devastating night of Jaejun crying for both parents—that your son deserved a vacation where he could have both of you. Just for one week.
No yelling. No bitterness. No dragging him between homes.
Just one week of pretending like things were okay.
It was Day One, and the cracks were already forming.
Jaehyun dropped onto the outdoor couch, staring at his phone like it owed him something.
You caught a glimpse of the screen. A name. A heart emoji.
His new girlfriend.
Of course she had a heart next to her name.
You turned away before he could see the flicker of something—bitterness? sadness?—cross your face.
Later that evening, the villa was filled with the sound of waves, laughter, and cartoon sound effects. Jaejun lay on a blanket surrounded by toys, humming to himself.
You were making dinner. Jaehyun was setting the table.
It should have been domestic. Peaceful.
But it wasn’t.
“You always add too much salt,” he muttered, watching you taste the stew.
“And you always act like you’re still relevant in this kitchen.”
“Still feisty,” he mumbled under his breath.
You turned sharply, ladle in hand. “You say that like it’s a compliment.”
“I used to think it was.”
The room went quiet.
The only sound was Jaejun giggling at his cartoon.
You both stared at each other—years of history packed into one glance.
He looked away first.
You hated that part of you noticed how tired he looked. That he’d grown out his hair again. That he still wore the watch you gave him two anniversaries ago.
“Dinner’s ready,” you said coldly.
That night, Jaejun fell asleep on the couch with a beach towel as a blanket. You gently lifted him, and Jaehyun stepped in silently to help.
The two of you placed him in the big bed.
You reached for the extra pillow and started arranging a makeshift spot on the couch.
Jaehyun raised an eyebrow. “You’re sleeping there?”
“Obviously.”
He smirked. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.”
“Good,” you said, tossing him the other pillow. “You’re on the floor.”
He scoffed. “This is going to be a great week.”
You threw the blanket at him.
“Goodnight, Jaehyun.”
He lay on the floor, staring at the ceiling.
“Goodnight, Mrs. Jeong.”
Your heart twisted—for reasons you refused to name.
And somewhere between the soft crash of waves and your son’s quiet breaths—you wondered if one week would be too long.
Part 2: You, Me, and Her on the Screen
The sun was blinding the next morning—unforgiving, like it knew exactly how little sleep you got.
Jaejun was already digging in the sand with a plastic shovel, cheeks puffed with joy. You sat under the umbrella, watching him and sipping lukewarm coffee, when Jaehyun walked over shirtless, towel slung over his shoulder.
His body still looked the same.
That bothered you more than you wanted to admit.
You looked away first.
He didn’t say anything. Just dropped beside you, pulled out his phone, and opened a FaceTime call.
You weren’t looking until you heard the voice.
“Babe? Wow, the beach looks so pretty.”
You stiffened.
“Yeah,” Jaehyun said, and you couldn’t tell if he was avoiding eye contact or just being cruel. “It’s peaceful.”
The girl on the screen giggled. You caught a glimpse of her glossy lips and perfectly done nails.
Definitely the type who wouldn’t last one second with a toddler.
You stood to walk toward your son, giving them space. Not that you owed him that anymore.
But as you helped Jaejun build a sandcastle, you couldn’t help noticing—
He’d stopped talking.
His phone was still in his hand, but he was just… watching you.
His girlfriend was still on the call.
And he was watching you.
Later that afternoon, you all went for a short walk along the coast. Jaejun insisted on wearing his little straw hat, stomping through shallow water like a professional explorer.
“Hold my hand!” he shouted at both of you.
You reached for his.
But he pulled away. “No, both! Hold each other too! Like a real family!”
You and Jaehyun froze.
Jaejun’s wide eyes stared up at you, pout trembling. “Please? Just for the picture…”
A local photographer the resort had hired was patiently waiting. She gave a polite smile like she knew what kind of war was going on beneath the silence.
You swallowed hard.
Jaehyun’s hand reached out first.
You hesitated. But then you looked down at Jaejun’s hopeful face—his dimples, his soft hands—and took it.
His hand was warm.
And worse—familiar.
You stood there for one photo.
One forced, pretty lie.
The photographer clicked a few times, then nodded. “Got it!”
But Jaehyun didn’t let go right away.
You looked at him.
He wasn’t smiling. He looked like he was remembering something.
You yanked your hand back.
The walk back to the villa was silent.
That night, you watched Jaejun sleep, curled up in the middle of the bed with one hand clinging to both your pillows.
“I don’t want him to be confused,” you said quietly.
Jaehyun, now sitting on the balcony with a beer, looked up.
“He’s not,” he replied.
“He asked if we could all live together again.”
That made him go quiet.
You walked out and stood next to him. The night breeze was salty. Soft.
“He deserves to be happy,” you whispered. “Even if that means pretending we don’t hate each other for a week.”
He let out a breath. “You think I enjoy this?”
“I think you enjoy being right.”
“I think you enjoy running away.”
You glared at him, but he looked back at you with the same fire.
It only lasted a second.
Then he looked away. “We were good at pretending today.”
You didn’t respond.
Because the way his voice dropped—we were good at pretending—sounded too close to something real.
Something that used to hurt less.
Part 3: The Uninvited
The knock came at 6PM.
You were brushing sand out of Jaejun’s curls when the door opened and her voice rang out like perfume you never liked.
“Surprise!”
Minji. Tall, perfectly pressed in a linen jumpsuit that didn’t belong on a beach, red lipstick too bright for a family trip. She threw her arms around Jaehyun like she didn’t see your figure frozen in the hallway.
You stared.
She stared back—and smiled.
Not the polite kind.
The kind that cuts.
“Oh,” she chirped, glancing at you, “you must be the ex.”
You didn’t flinch. “And you must be the unexpected guest.”
Jaehyun tensed.
But Minji only giggled like it was cute.
Dinner was unbearable.
Minji talked too loudly, too quickly, clung to Jaehyun’s arm like he might float away. Jaejun sat between you and his father, oblivious and humming through spoonfuls of rice.
Then Minji tilted her wine glass and said it.
“You know, I always wondered what kind of woman Jaehyun used to be into. Guess now I know.”
Silence.
The air in the restaurant shifted. Even the background music seemed to fade.
You blinked. “Excuse me?”
Minji smiled sweetly. “Just saying—it makes sense. You’re more… domestic. Less of a threat.”
You heard it. So did Jaehyun.
You opened your mouth—but he beat you to it.
“Stop.” His voice was flat. Cold. Deadly.
Minji turned to him, visibly startled. “I was just teasing.”
“No,” he said, voice low. “You were trying to humiliate her.”
Minji’s jaw clenched. “I thought you said things were amicable.”
“We share a child,” he snapped. “We share a life. Show some respect.”
She turned red. Then pale.
You rose from your chair, lips trembling with the pressure of holding back a million words.
“I’m taking Jaejun back to the room.”
“Wait,” Jaehyun said, pushing up from his seat.
You didn’t turn around.
“Stay with your girlfriend,” you muttered, and walked away.
Later that night, Jaehyun knocked softly on your villa door.
You opened it a crack.
He stood there—alone. Hands in his pockets. Brows furrowed.
“I sent her home. We broke up...”
You said nothing.
“She crossed a line. I won’t let anyone talk about you like that.”
The air between you ached.
You nodded once, slowly, then shut the door.
But your hands shook for a long time after.
Not from anger.
From the part of you that wanted to believe him again.
Part 4: The Blue Dress
The next day, Minji was gone.
You didn’t ask. Jaehyun didn’t explain.
But things felt… quieter.
Softer.
And that evening, under the gold-spilled sky, Jaehyun set up a small dinner table right on the sand. Just the three of you. Fairy lights strung along driftwood, music humming from a portable speaker, and Jaejun chasing seagulls barefoot with squeals that made tourists turn their heads.
You almost didn’t come.
But then you looked at yourself in the mirror—sun-kissed skin, loose waves from the salt air, and the short blue dress you hadn’t worn in years.
It still fit.
When Jaehyun saw you, he blinked.
Actually blinked. Like he forgot how to speak.
You noticed.
But you didn’t say anything.
Dinner was grilled shrimp, pineapple rice, and laughter.
Jaejun insisted on feeding Jaehyun “like a big baby” and then threw rice at your knee when you teased him back. Sand clung to your legs. The music shifted to something slow, and Jaehyun was wiping sauce from Jaejun’s cheek when your son tugged your wrist and said—
“Dance with me, Mommy!”
You hesitated.
Jaehyun stood up too. “Let me steal the first one.”
You blinked, surprised—but Jaejun beamed and clapped.
So you took Jaehyun’s hand.
Barefoot in the sand, fairy lights flickering, the breeze warm against your skin, he held your waist lightly and swayed with you.
It wasn’t romantic.
Not yet.
But it was something.
“You look beautiful tonight,” he said softly, eyes not leaving yours.
You gave a half-smile. “Not like your girlfriend?”
“She’s not here.”
“That’s not an answer.”
He didn’t respond.
But his hand tightened slightly on your hip.
Then Jaejun ran between you two mid-spin, and Jaehyun lifted him effortlessly onto his shoulders while you laughed so hard your dimples hurt.
And when you laughed—
He stared.
Really stared.
Like it broke something open in him.
You didn’t notice.
But later, when you leaned down to tuck Jaejun into bed, Jaehyun stood in the doorway and watched you for a long, long time.
Not saying a word.
Just remembering that once upon a time, this was his family.
And maybe—just maybe—it still could be.
Part 5: When She Fell
The stars were scattered like spilled salt across the sky.
It was past midnight, and the villa was quiet—except for the sound of your laughter.
Jaehyun stepped out just in time to see you darting barefoot through the sand, your short blue dress fluttering, the drink still in your hand, and your laughter too loud, too beautiful.
"Y/N!" he called, barefoot now too as he chased after you.
You twirled once in the wet sand near the water's edge, hands in the air, hair wild from the ocean breeze. “I’m a divorcee mermaid queen,” you slurred. “Bow before me—”
And then you fell.
Your heel caught in the soft sand mid-spin, and you went down hard with a surprised yelp. The cup flew. Saltwater sprayed. And Jaehyun’s heart stopped.
He was beside you in an instant, dropping to his knees. “Y/N—!”
You looked up at him, blinking, face half-lit by moonlight, laughing breathlessly as you winced. “Ouch.”
“Jesus,” he whispered, brushing hair out of your face, hands frantic but gentle. “You okay?”
You nodded, giggling, “I tripped on my past mistakes.”
He didn’t laugh.
He was still staring at you—your flushed cheeks, your bare legs, your voice so soft and wrecked by rum. And suddenly—
It hit him.
Like a fist to the ribs.
God, he was in love with you.
Still.
Hopelessly.
Painfully.
Every stupid piece of him.
You weren’t his anymore—but the way you blinked up at him, trusting, smiling even though you were dizzy and broken and a little scraped—he felt that familiar ache rise up and choke him.
You sat up slowly, hands in the sand, leaning closer without realizing it. “What?” you murmured. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
He couldn’t answer.
He could only reach up and wipe a streak of wet sand from your cheek, fingers trembling.
And for a second, your smile faded too.
Because maybe—you felt it too.
That ancient ache neither of you ever really buried.
But then you looked away, cheeks pink, whispering, “Help me up, Jaehyun. I’m not seventeen anymore.”
He did.
And he didn’t let go of your hand.
Part 6: The Kitchen Kiss
You woke up with sand in your hair and a splitting headache.
The blue dress was crumpled on the bathroom floor, your skin still salty, and your memories were fogged over with half-laughs and half-lost moments in the tide.
You didn’t remember exactly what you said.
But you remembered how he looked at you.
The morning sunlight was too bright, the villa quiet except for the small clatter of dishes from the kitchen.
You dragged your feet across the cold tile and peeked around the corner.
Jaehyun was standing at the stove, shirtless, hair still damp from his shower. He was making eggs—burning them, actually.
Jaejun sat on the counter beside him, swinging his legs and licking strawberry jelly off a spoon.
When Jaehyun turned and saw you in your oversized tee and sleep-mussed hair, he froze.
You squinted. “You’re trying to kill me with breakfast?”
He exhaled a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Fair warning, I haven’t cooked in a while.”
“Yeah, well, neither have I. We’re both disasters.”
Jaejun giggled from the counter. “You fell in the ocean.”
You gasped. “You narc!”
Jaehyun chuckled as you reached out and pinched your son’s cheek gently, then moved toward the coffee machine. The space between you and Jaehyun was tight now—close in the quiet kitchen with the sun rising too slow.
You brushed past him to grab a mug.
And he didn’t move.
His hand caught yours instead.
You stilled.
Your breath caught. The warmth of him pressed against your side, not quite touching but close enough. The air was thick.
His voice was low. “Last night…”
You didn’t answer.
You looked at him, heart pounding.
And then—
He leaned in.
And kissed you.
It wasn’t rushed.
It wasn’t soft either.
It was remembering. It was years of silence crashing in one slow, aching press of lips.
His hand cradled your jaw. Yours clutched the front of his shirt.
And just as your knees buckled, a tiny voice interrupted—
“Are you kissing my mom?”
You both jumped apart.
Jaejun blinked, holding his half-eaten toast.
You cleared your throat, cheeks blazing. “Uh. No. That was CPR.”
Jaehyun, flushed but grinning, nodded seriously. “Very advanced CPR.”
Jaejun narrowed his eyes. Cheeks filled with bread.
Part 7: The Third Spot at the Table
Johnny showed up just after lunch, sunglasses perched on his nose, grinning wide with his usual easy charm.
You had invited him—Jaehyun knew that—but it didn’t make the sight of Johnny lifting Jaejun into the air and spinning him around any easier to stomach.
“Uncle Johnny!” Jaejun squealed, arms around his neck like they were long-lost best friends. “You brought the sea turtle toy!”
“I promised, didn’t I?” Johnny winked at him, then gave you a little mock bow. “And you. Looking gorgeous as always.”
Jaehyun didn’t say a word.
Just sat back on the edge of the porch, sipping from a bottle of water, jaw tight.
He wasn’t the possessive type.
At least, that’s what he told himself.
But watching Johnny high-five Jaejun, watching you laugh at some stupid inside joke the two of you shared from work, watching Johnny casually touch your arm like it meant nothing—
Something in Jaehyun’s chest twisted.
And it twisted harder when Jaejun ran back up the porch, toy in hand, yelling, “Daddy, can Uncle Johnny come to dinner too?! He’s so funny!”
“Don’t be rude,” you teased softly. “Johnny’s been part of our life since before Jaejun could walk. Of course he can.”
Jaehyun forced a smile. “Sure. Why not.”
Johnny grinned. “I’ll bring the wine.”
Jaehyun stood then, brushing sand off his pants. “No need. I’ve already got it covered.”
And he looked right at Johnny when he said it.
Later, at dinner…
Johnny sat beside you, too close, shoulders occasionally bumping.
You laughed at something he said. Tossed your head back.
And Jaehyun stared.
Not at Johnny.
At you.
Because he hadn’t seen you laugh like that in days. Because you leaned into Johnny when you spoke. Because you looked happy, and he didn’t know if it was because of Johnny or despite him.
And it drove him insane.
So when Jaejun curled into Johnny’s side and mumbled sleepily, “Uncle Johnny? Do you like my mo-” Jaehyun finally stood.
“Bedtime,” he said a little too sharply. “Come on, buddy.”
Jaejun blinked. “But I wanna stay with—”
“Now.”
You looked at him, startled by the edge in his voice.
But you didn’t say anything.
Because part of you understood exactly what it meant.
Part 8: The Balcony, the Storm, and the Question
The villa had quieted.
Jaejun had long since fallen asleep in his bed, fingers still curled around the plush sea turtle Johnny gave him.
You were in the kitchen, putting away dishes, when Jaehyun appeared in the doorway—his shirt slightly unbuttoned, hair tousled from the wind, eyes unreadable.
“I poured you wine,” he said quietly. “It’s on the balcony.”
You hesitated.
Then followed.
The night air was thick with salt and tension. The waves were louder now, crashing softly below the wooden railings of the balcony. A single lantern above flickered warm, golden light across his face.
You stepped closer.
“You okay?” you asked, settling into the chair beside him.
“I’m not sure.”
You tilted your head. “Because of Johnny?”
He looked away. “No. Yes. I don’t know. It’s not about him. It’s about… you.”
You said nothing, sipping your wine. Waiting.
He didn’t look at you when he spoke again. “I saw you tonight. With him. With Jaejun. Laughing. Smiling. And I realized something.”
You set the glass down, heart crawling up your throat.
“I realized,” he whispered, “that I want to be the one you laugh with. Again. I want to be the one you come to after hard days. The one you drink wine with at midnight. The one you touch without hesitation. The one our son calls home.”
He turned to face you now—eyes blazing, jaw clenched.
“I want you to be my wife again.”
Your breath hitched. “Jaehyun…”
But he didn’t let you speak.
He stepped closer, reached for your face—roughly, like he couldn’t hold it in anymore—and kissed you.
Hard.
Desperate.
All tongue and teeth and too much emotion. The kind of kiss that hurt because it was filled with regret. The kind of kiss that pulled the air out of your lungs because it meant everything. The kind of kiss that you had dreamt about since the moment he walked away from you months ago.
You gasped, gripping his shirt, pushing him slightly—and then pulling him right back.
And he didn’t stop.
He cupped your cheeks, thumbs brushing tears you didn’t even realize had fallen. Kissed you again—slower this time. Tender. Raw.
When he pulled back, you were trembling.
He rested his forehead against yours.
“Please,” he whispered, voice cracking. “Be my wife again. For real this time. No walking away. No bitterness. Just… us.”
You didn’t answer right away.
You just leaned into him.
And kissed him back.
Bonus Scene: “Secrets for the Smallest One”
The house was quiet, bathed in the soft lavender glow of early evening. Somewhere in the kitchen, the dishwasher hummed. Outside, cicadas buzzed lazily in the trees.
Inside, you were curled up on Jaejun’s bed, watching as Jaehyun gently helped him into his pajamas — dinosaur ones, of course. The toddler was swaying with sleep, arms lifted obediently, eyes half-closed but fighting the pull of dreams.
“Too tired to brush your teeth?” Jaehyun teased, kneeling in front of him.
“I brushed the air,” Jaejun muttered, head flopping onto his dad’s shoulder.
Jaehyun looked up at you with a helpless grin. “That counts, right?”
You smirked. “For today, it does.”
Once Jaejun was tucked under the blankets, he reached out and took both your hands — dragging your arm around his tiny body like a teddy bear, demanding you lay beside him. Jaehyun joined you on the other side, his legs hanging off the bed, big body comically curled just to fit.
It was a little too warm. A little too cramped. But no one moved.
“Mama,” Jaejun mumbled, already halfway into sleep. “When the baby comes… will they laugh like you?”
Your throat tightened. “Maybe. I hope so.”
He turned toward your bump, small fingers brushing your stomach. “I’ll tell them stories. About turtles. And Daddy screaming when he saw a worm.”
Jaehyun groaned. “It was a snake! You told everyone it was a worm!”
Jaejun was already asleep.
You and Jaehyun carefully eased off the bed, tucking the blanket up to Jaejun’s chin. You pressed a kiss to his forehead. Jaehyun did the same.
Back in your shared room, you changed into pajamas, your back turned as you spoke softly. “He’s getting so big, isn’t he?”
“Mhm,” Jaehyun murmured.
When you turned around, he was kneeling in front of your bump, hands gentle and warm on either side of your belly.
He kissed it once. Then twice. Then rested his forehead there.
“Hey,” he whispered softly, eyes closed. “It’s me. Your dad. I’m kinda bad at this sometimes. But I’m really trying.”
You froze, heart full and breaking all at once.
“I can’t wait to meet you,” he murmured. “Your brother’s crazy. Your mom is… everything. And you… you’re the next piece of us. The one we didn’t even know we needed.”
You knelt down too, crawling into his lap, burying your face in his neck.
“I love you,” you whispered.
Jaehyun nodded against your hair, holding you tighter.
“I love all of us,” he said.
And under the sleepy roof of your quiet home, that love wrapped around the four of you — warm and unshakeable — like the softest blanket in the world.
࣪ ִֶָ☾. pairing: childhood friend!jaehyun x fem!reader
࣪ ִֶָ☾. warnings/tags: angst, fluff, smut, protected sex (pill), blow job, 69, name calling/pet names, implied cheating, no happy ending
࣪ ִֶָ☾. w.c: 3.2k
࣪ ִֶָ☾. a.n: as promised here's my newest edition for my jaehyun angsty writes. this idea based upon the song linked below, one that's been all over my tiktok, so here i am coming up with my own interpretation of it :0 . this story i advise isn't a happy ending, i tried to be as realistic as possible.
“how can we go back to being friends, when we just shared a bed?”
“how can you look at me and pretend i’m someone you’ve never met?”
prologue.
he was a quiet boy, an outsider who’d just move in right next door. he introduced himself as: jeong jaehyun– with skin looking as soft as snow and eyes and hair like chocolate.
he didn’t stand out in any particular way, but something about him made you fall in love. as cliche as it sounds, it was love at first sight. and yeah perhaps at first it was just a silly innocent crush, it ended up flourishing into even stronger feelings when you two got closer.
regardless though as the years went by and your feelings remained unchanged and locked away– a secret you thought would’ve been buried in your grave.
though you know what they say, life comes at you unexpectedly when you least expect it.
“i love you.”
3 simple words. yet those 3 simple words were ones you’d dream of hearing from him. an impossibility beyond your reach, but here he was saying them to you now. with so much sincerity, you could feel his love in his voice— it brought you to tears.
you recall crying in his arms that day, comforted by his warmth. it would only mark one of many days that you would be able to be comforted by his warmth.
because from here on out jaehyun became your lifeline. he was the perfect boyfriend— he loved you unconditionally. nothing could ever come in between you two, there was just no way.
present day.
“jaehyun,” you called out to him, voice still sounding sleepy.
“mmhm,” he responds, pulling you even tighter against his chest.
“stop rubbing yourself against me, it’s interrupting my beauty sleep.”
“who says you need beauty sleep when you’re already beautiful,” he responds groggily, as he opens his eyes to look down at you. leaning down, jaehyun kisses every feature of your face before getting lost in your lips.
“and plus you wouldn’t stop begging for it, i didn’t have a choice but to go all night,” jaehyun replied in between the kiss.
“you’re so nasty,” you moaned as his tongue overtook yours.
his member grew harder underneath his underwear as you two shamelessly grinded against one another. feeling as his tip rubbed against your belly, you couldn’t contain yourself much longer.
your hand travels down to touch him. he groans against your lips as you stroke him– starting off slow before picking up the pace.
he parts from your lips, but before any words could come out you stopped. “want you in my mouth,” you moan.
jaehyun lets out a curse, you’re too hot to handle. he doesn’t even say anything before you’re already down. the blanket and boxers long forgotten.
you hold his hardened member in your hands now, stroking it from the base to his reddened tip that leaked with his pre.
inching closer, you look up at him as you lapped his pre up with your tongue. your tongue flicks right on the line of his tip before shoving him down your throat little by little. he’d always been too big for your mouth, but that didn’t stop you.
you loved the way he felt as he was balls deep inside your mouth, as nasty as that sounds, he was right– you are a freak.
it wasn’t until he was deep inside your throat that you began bopping your head, slowly at first before picking up the pace. you used your tongue to lick his sides and tease his sensitive tip. he drew closer to his release as you felt him twitch inside your mouth.
“w-wait,” he groaned, but you didn’t stop. it wasn’t until he pulled on your hair that you did. “sit on my face.”
you didn’t question him nor second guess it as you took off your panties and sat on top of his face. jaehyun, wanting to waste no time, laps his tongue all over your dripping cunt before turning his focus onto your clit.
using his tongue to flick the sensitive bud a few times before opting to suck on it. you unconsciously moved your hips, grinding yourself on his face. you were losing yourself too quickly on his mouth before the slaps on your ass brought you back to reality.
you sucked him off again with muffled moans that spilled out of your mouth from how good he was eating you up. the sensation delighted jaehyun as he slurped more of your juices up. his tongue finds its way inside you now, fucking you your tight gummy walls.
he adds to the pleasure when his two fingers begin scissoring you inside. you could feel as your release was not far from unleashing.
not wanting to leave him behind either, you worked yourself faster on his cock. using your hands to the mix as well to stroke him after you’d suck him off. he slowly twitched inside your mouth, it wasn’t enough to get him to cum, so you used your hands to stimulate his balls instead— his sensitive spot.
he moaned against your pussy lips, as his cock twitched inside your mouth. you continued this exact movement for a while longer before you felt his hot white seeds filling your mouth. your very own releasing filling his mouth as well as parts of his face.
he laps up every last drop of your juices before smacking on your ass. “so sweet, love the way you taste baby,” he says in a sultry tone. “now lay down for me,” he continued when he finished licking you up.
you get on your back, spreading your legs. shame was nonexistent, your desire to have him inside you overriding.
jaehyun rubs himself on your cunt, coating himself with your juices before entering you. sliding in, his hips snap up as he shoves his length deep inside you. he didn’t take going gentle, fucking you roughly.
“fuck,” he cursed.
his hands gripped onto your hips tightly as he continued fucking your gummy walls that gripped onto him tightly. his long and hard strokes too much to make you loosen up, he felt too good inside you as he reached your g-spot.
jaehyun spread your legs wider, holding onto your thighs now so he could fuck into you more deeper. your body shook the more he continued, insides twitching against his cock.
“almost there aren’t you, don’t worry baby you can cum,” he says as he uses his thumb to rub your clit.
your already sensitive clit eliciting an inexplicable pleasure to you as jaehyun continued his rough thrusts. he adds the right amount of pleasure, know the right amount of pleasure that had you tipping over the edge.
you came for a second time again, your juices reaching his lower stomach. your tightened grip on his cock, became jaehyun’s breaking point. he cums inside you, filling you up with his whiteness.
he doesn’t pull out just yet, staying inside you. you notice in your hazy state that his member doesn’t calm down either.
and as you look up to find your boyfriend, he’s already looking at you– only that his eyes are filled with an intense amount of lust.
you knew what this look meant all too well.
jaehyun would be far from done with you today. he fucked you in the bed for at least 3 more rounds before moving to the bathroom where he suggested you two showered.
only then did he have you cumming more and adding 2 more rounds to the mix. your morning all the way up to the afternoon, you were in his embrace.
“you’re insatiable, you know that,” you chuckled as your head hit your pillow.
jaehyun laughed, coming to lay beside you. “can you blame me, when i have such a beautiful woman by my side,” he replied as he held you tight, kissing your hair.
“i love you,” you whispered, loud enough for his ears.
“i love you forever.”
a couple days later.
“have fun, jae,” you said as you followed him to the door.
“i love you,” jaehyun replied, kissing your lips.
“call me if anything, i’ll try my best to stay up.”
“mhm, if anything we’ll probably crash in a hotel,” he informed you.
“got it!” you said before continuing, “i’ll see you tomorrow then!”
“lock up and don’t stay up too late,” he says as he turns the doorknob to open the door.
you could feel the cold breeze from outside coming in, making a shiver run down your spine. jaehyun nor you spoke up after that, communicating through the parting peck he gave your lips.
finally out the door, jaehyun makes his way to his friend's car who waited for him outside the apartment. you watched, almost like a peeping tom, as your boyfriend drove off. you smiled to yourself as you thought of all the fun he was about to have. nothing brought you more happiness than seeing your beloved living his best life.
and for the remainder of the evening and night you received check-in’s from jaehyun, but you never got to see the end of it as you fell fast asleep. off into another world as you became oblivious of this one’s.
the day after.
you woke up, feeling colder than usual and with a suspicious feeling creeping inside you. jaehyun didn't actually come home last night, but again you didn’t question it as he did inform you of it before he left and through text.
regardless though something still felt off and you couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was, but it still ached your heart.
“maybe i’ve finally gone mad,” you chuckled, going about your day until jaehyun got back.
“i’m home!” jaehyun’s voice echoed through the living room where you sat.
you ran to the doorway, wrapping yourself around him, kissing his cheek. “welcome back, did you have fun?!” you said cheerfully.
there’s a slight hesitation in his answer as he tells you, “yeah, never a dull moment with the guys,” he smiled.
“i’m glad you had fun, though i did fall asleep– well, doesn’t matter you still made it back to me in one piece!”
he chuckled, not saying a word after that– only instead wrapping his arms around your waist. he held you tight, letting out a small sigh.
“everything alright?” you questioned.
“y-yeah, just still a little hungover,” he answered.
“oh, okay let me cook up something light for you and then you could go rest some more if you want.”
he mutters a small “mhm.”
you cooked for him, he ate, and he slept. that was how it played out, and fortunately he did bounce right back up. only a bit clingy, touching, kissing, and saying countless i love you’s.
as a result you two went at it all night, loving each other unconditionally as you two always had. and when you two hit the pillows, he whispered such sweet words to you. curated a song made specially for you.
there really was no other way to put it– you love him. and there is absolutely nothing in this world that could ever tear you two apart.
a month later.
“i’m heading out now,” you informed jaehyun who was still on his phone.
he’s been doing that lately, constantly looking at his phone screen. and yeah you talked to him about it, but he’d just say it was some new game.
you brushed it off since then, but it still irked you.
whatever, at least tonight you won’t have to deal with it. it’s girl’s night after all.
girl’s night– a one month gathering between all your friends so you could all go out for some drinks. it’s a way to de-stress.
“y-yeah, have fun,” he responds a beat or two later.
finally, parting from his phone and the couch, he walks over to you. you’re surprised he even does since the past month he’s been sort of distant with you. even during sex he acts differently, finishing things off earlier than what you two are used to.
when you questioned him about it, he got sort of irritated, responding with: “i’m just tired.”
you didn’t dare ask again, deciding to brush it off as well.
“i’ll come back later tonight, you can wait up if you want.”
“sounds good,” he said before reaching over to peck your check, “i love you.”
“love you too,” you replied, but with a hint of coldness.
and out the door you were. locking away any and all memories of jaehyun. no need to focus on him and whatever tantrum he was throwing. you were going to live tonight to the fullest instead of locking yourself in the bathroom again to cry.
“hey, isn’t that jaehyun?” your friend whispers into your ear.
jaehyun? what would he be doing here?
you paused from taking a sip of your drink to turn around, looking in the direction she was looking at. for some mysterious reason, your eyes immediately landed on the bar.
and there he was.
you could recognize that figure anywhere, it was definitely jaehyun. then besides him, a woman. she giggled, placing a hand on his thigh as jaehyun inched closer to tell her something.
as he was apart to depart she kissed him on the lips, he didn’t push her away– getting lost in her lips.
your breath stilled. you couldn’t believe it… no, there was no way.
but yes way, you watched as it played in front of you.
you didn’t even know when you began moving, but your feet start moving on their own. the shouts of your friends calling your name becoming white noise in the background.
you sat on the empty stool beside him, though he didn’t feel your presence. you could now hear their conversation clearly.
though perhaps it would’ve been better if you didn’t.
“are you sure you don’t have a girlfriend?”
“no, i told you– i broke up with her,” jaehyun responds.
broke up?
“right… then who’s y/n.”
jaehyun hesitates for a moment, “my childhood friend.”
she let out a sigh, “did you ever fuck her.”
“no, no, why would i?”
you felt sick. you felt angry. you wanted to hit him and cause a scene right here, right now at the bar.
yet, you still continued to hear their conversation. every word they spew made your insides hurt. jaehyun’s words especially, pretending as if you were someone he never meant– just a friend.
he twisted the knife in your heart, ruthlessly– painfully. you were on the verge of breaking. on the verge of confronting him and running off– but also starting to feel numb. no tears, just a mind filled with endless questions you wanted to ask him.
who is she? when did you meet? why are you with her? did you approach her first? do you lov-
“i’m gonna go get a smoke,” jaehyun announced.
she replied giggly, “don’t take too long then, or else i’ll be lonely.”
you could then hear a faint chuckle come from jaehyun.
so you smoke now, you thought. he’d quit some time ago, but guess he started again– behind your back. how foolish of you to not have noticed.
he then stood up, without noticing you even now. and you, you made sure to get a quick look at the woman. she was beautifully, like a goddess. you almost even understood why he seemed so enamored with her.
he was bewitched.
taking your eyes off her, you knew this was your cue.
you stood up from your seat, following right behind him. your feet moved on their own, one after another, outside the bar.
he walked to some secluded place behind the bar, stood against the wall as if he were a man of no worries– as if he hadn’t been cheating on you.
he takes out his pack, but before he can take one out you spoke.
“having fun tonight aren’t you?”
his movements stilled, face paled as it turned to look at you. surprised would be an understatement, jaehyun was beyond surprised at your sudden appearance.
“w-what are you doing he-here,” he says, stumbling on his words.
“girl’s night remember,” you answered.
“n-no, i mean what are you doing here. aren’t you supposed to be at-”
you laughed, finding his shaken state too much. “right, well the bar we were supposed to go to was too full so we settled on this one instead. though i didn’t expect to run into you here, much less with some random woman by your side.”
“look y/n, i can explain-”
you interrupted him.
“quite the fun night you’re having though.”
he tried to call for your name over and over, but you ignored him. your feet moved again, stopping only when you stood in front of him. it was silence, neither of you talking, just two individuals staring at one another.
you tried looking for the jaehyun you knew, only to come out disappointed. only now could you see that he was no longer there– the jaehyun you once knew and loved had disappeared.
long gone forever, replaced by the man standing in front of you now.
“why,” you whispered, moving an inch closer. “why,” you chanted, eyes finally watering with tears.
you balled your hands into fist as you began to hit his chest repeatedly. he didn’t try stopping you as you yelled at him, as you hit him– why would he? he knew he deserved it, what was he thinking ruining something so precious. losing something that was supposed to be his world.
“we were supposed to get married, have kids,” you sobbed, growing more upset than angry. “you idiot, what were you thinking, why, why us.”
he wanted to cry along with you, but then was reminded he had no right to. he was the one who caused this, he hurt you.
there was no turning back time, jaehyun couldn’t undo his stupid mistakes nor could you go back in time to stop yourself from becoming his friend– from becoming his lover.
you halted your hitting, resting your fist on his chest, looking at the ground below you now. you couldn’t bring yourself to look up at him anymore, to look at a face that’s unrecognizable now.
“i loved you… i loved you unconditionally jaehyun. my love for you was an undeniable truth. but now… i don’t even recognize you. the you who smokes now, who spews lies. that isn’t the jaehyun i’ve known my whole life. in fact, it feels like the jaehyun i knew was a facade, an illusion– yeah perhaps that was it, just a sweet dream. this must’ve been your true nature all along.”
you finally gained the courage to look up at him now, eyes digging into his. eyes of pure sadness staring back at you. but you didn’t falter. nothing he could say or do could reverse your decision.
“we can never go back to being lovers, much less friends jaehyun,” you delivered the final blow.
you begin to depart from him, trying to walk away hurriedly. another second of this and you might just crumble apart.
though jaehyun’s shouts make you come to a halt: “i’m sorry y/n,” he shouted.
you didn’t look back, stopping only to continue walking afterwards. there’s no going back. no second chance to patch things up in the future.
it was over, forever.
in an instant, his tender touches, kisses, words, i love you’s became meaningless memories. a love that was certainly too good to be true had its curtain closed.
final a.n: was it sad? well, i'm sorry for that ㅠㅠ. regardless, i hope it was good. i'm glad to be back after so long, i can't wait to share all of what's to come. i'll be back this week. stay safe everyone! xo, jiji 🤍
Synopsis: After not seeing Haechan for over a year, he's surprised to discover that you're now dating his best friend, Mark. As you spend more time around them, Haechan finds himself feeling guilty for rekindling his feelings for you, despite your relationship with Mark…
Warnings: !perv! haechan, bf! mark, cheater! reader (reader lowkey toxic…), dirty talk, him and mark are best friends, haechan looking through mark phone…, alcohol use, slight dub-con, teasing, kissing, fingering, choking (receiving), oral (receiving), manhandling, praise/degradation, soft/rough sex, slight humiliation, edging, overstimulation, unprotected sex
Word Count: 8k words
A/n: I will admit this fic can be pretty dark so read this at your own risk. I don’t condone any of the behavior shown in this fic!!
Before you started dating Mark, you had a bit of a thing for Donghyuck.
Maybe it was because you shared a class one semester, and he would constantly flirt with you, although you always ignored his advances. Eventually, you became friends after working on a project together. As you grew closer, you had slept with each other once, but both of you decided not to talk about it. You felt it was a mistake and it probably shouldn't have happened, but by the end of the semester, you realized you still had feelings for him and couldn't bring yourself to tell him how you felt.
You haven’t had a class or seen him for over a year. During that time, you met your current boyfriend, Mark. Things were going great, and tonight was the night he would introduce you to his friends. You were excited but nervous at the same time, not wanting to leave a bad impression on them.
You got ready to make your way over to Mark's place, deciding to wear a baggy T-shirt with some shorts. He picked you up from your apartment and drove you to his place.
“Ok, babe, don’t be nervous. I promise my friends won’t bite,” Mark said with a slight chuckle.
“I know, it’s just that you speak so highly of them all the time, and I don’t want to leave a bad impression, you know?”
Mark gently placed his hand on your thigh, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. He gave your thigh a light squeeze and said, “Look, they’re going to love you, alright? Besides, if they don’t, I’ll give them a serious talking-to,” he added jokingly.
You let out a little chuckle, and his words eased your nerves. When you both finally arrived at his apartment, you took the elevator up to his place. You could already hear the others inside, talking loudly.
Mark unlocked the door, and you saw two of his six friends sitting on the couch. They both got up to introduce themselves.
“Hey, I’m Jaemin, and this is Jeno.”
“It’s great to meet you guys finally! Mark always talks about you all the time.”
Mark started to become flustered by your comment.
“Oh, does he now?” Jaemin said with a mischievous smile.
“Um, I—oh, would you look at that, Chenle and Jisung are here!”
You diverted your attention towards them as they entered the living room.
They introduced themselves and chatted with you to get to know you better. Mark kept getting embarrassed because you frequently pointed out how highly he thinks of them.
Mark looked around and realized that out of the six, someone was still missing.
“Hey, where is—”
Before Mark finished his sentence, you saw someone walk into the room. It was none other than Donghyuck.
“Sorry, guys, I didn’t come down earlier. I just woke up from a nap—”
He immediately stopped talking when he saw you. It had been over a year since you last saw each other. He was taller than before and looked quite different from the last time you saw him. He still seemed a little tired from his nap and had bags under his eyes. You were shocked to see him after all this time.
“Oh, long time no see! How have you been?” he said with the biggest smile on his face. He started to walk up to you with a sincere look, almost forgetting that everyone else was in the room.
“Uh, I'm good. I didn’t think I was going to see you at all after—”
“Wait, you guys know each other?” Mark interrupted, noticing the interaction.
“Yeah, we do! We had a class together, and this one over here would never stop bothering me for answers,” you said jokingly.
“Hey, it's not my fault that class was boring! I wasn’t learning anything, and since we sat by each other, you were always the first person I asked for answers,” Donghyuck said with a laugh.
Everyone noticed the chemistry between you two, especially Mark.
He made his way over to you both, placing his arm around your waist and pulling you closer. “Well, since you guys already know each other, I don’t have to introduce her. But this is the girlfriend I was telling you about.”
Donghyuck couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His best friend was dating the girl he had a crush on for the longest time. He had never gotten over you when you stopped seeing each other as much. He would always think about the good times and funny moments you shared. At this moment, he regretted not asking you out when he had the chance. His demeanor changed as he made his way toward the couch and said, “Oh, okay, well that’s nice. I hope the two of you are happy. Now, let’s get started with this game night!”
You all sat around the couch, with you right next to Mark and Donghyuck. You played various games and got to know Mark's friends better as time went on. You even started to play some drinking games, which made everything more fun.
It was starting to get late, and it was 1 a.m. at this point. Everyone was passed out on the couch except for Donghyuck. The two of you kept talking and reminiscing about the past.
“Hey, can you show me where the bathroom is?” you asked him. He nodded and led you to the bathroom. Before you could open the door, he stopped you, placing his hand on the door to keep it closed. He leaned in close, his voice laced with alcohol, and whispered,
“So you forgot about what we had?”
That sent shivers down your spine, leaving you frozen, almost unable to move.
“I—”
“I can’t believe you ended up with Mark of all people. Really, him?”
“Hey, don’t talk about him like that. He’s been good to me and treats me better than you ever could.”
He pressed you closer, grabbing your waist. Your ass was pressed up against his pulsing cock, and you could feel his erection through his sweatpants.
“Is that so, sweetheart?” he said with a shit-eating grin on his face. He started to explore the rest of your body with his other hand, placing it around your neck. “You know I can treat you better than him—”
You remember that he tends to be very touchy when he is drunk. He lowered his hand, groping your pussy and feeling how wet you were through your shorts. You let out a slight whimper, trying not to get caught by the others, especially Mark. Imagine how he would feel seeing his best friend touch his girlfriend like this.
“Mhm, you seem to like what's going on here. You're soaking wet for me.”
“You really need to stop or I—”
“What, sweetie? Tell Mark what I’m doing to you? How do you think he’s going to react when he finds out what we’re doing here?”
He started to rub your clit through your shorts. You threw your head back on his shoulder and let out a soft moan, begging him to stop.
“There’s my girl. This is just how you remember it, right? God, I miss this so much.”
“Hyuck, please stop. We shouldn’t do this—”
He shoved one finger into your pussy, and you moaned out loud. He quickly covered your mouth with his other hand. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the sudden sensation of your cunt being filled with his finger.
“I haven’t heard you call me that in a very long time. You must really want me to stop, huh?”
All you could do was nod your head, hoping he would show you some mercy.
He shoved a second finger into your cunt, and tears started to fall down your face.
“God, I forgot how pretty you look when you cry. I especially used to love it when you—”
He wanted to continue his perverted fantasies, but you both froze as you heard someone slowly approaching the hallway. Donghyuck quickly grabbed you and shoved you into the bathroom.
You felt your body go numb as everything unfolded so quickly. Some part of you wished he had kept going, but you knew it was wrong to think that. You were dating his best friend, and you needed to stop thinking about Donghyuck altogether.
From the other side of the door, you could hear him talking to Chenle.
“Hey, what are you doing standing near the door like that?”
“O-oh, I was just showing y/n where the bathroom was, and she just got in there.”
Chenle was too tired to ask any more questions. “Anyways, I’m going to crash in Mark's room since he'll probably just stay in the living room. Also, you should be careful when it comes to his girlfriend.”
Donghyuck was caught off guard hearing that, and it put him on edge. He wondered if Chenle had overheard the two of you earlier. Donghyuck and Chenle started to walk away from the bathroom door, but you could barely make out their conversation as they moved down the hallway toward Mark’s room.
“So why do you say that?” Donghyuck asked.
“Oh, no reason. It’s just, that I saw the way you kept looking at her tonight. It was almost as if you wanted to fuck her.”
Chenle’s bluntness left Donghyuck shocked.
“Pft, what? No, I don’t. I was just happy to see her after a whole year.”
“Sure... so you and her never, you know?”
Donghyuck hesitated. He didn’t want to tell anyone about that one time you slept together. Even though it was just once, he didn't want things to be awkward with Mark. Mark was his best friend, after all.
“What? No, we never did. She always thought I was annoying and never saw me that way anyway. We’re just friends, alright?”
Chenle seemed to accept his explanation, and the conversation died down. He was going to sleep now and told him that he could leave now. Closing the door behind him, he let out a sigh of relief. He had been worried Chenle might find out about what had almost happened between you and him.
You finished in the bathroom, and he made his way over to you.
“Hey, next time, don’t go shoving me into bathrooms out of nowhere.”
“Look, in my defense, I heard someone coming in our direction too, so I just reacted. I mean, what if it was Mark?”
He did have a point. If Mark or any of his friends had caught the two of you, it could have been disastrous.
“So, what did Chenle want anyway?
“Ah, nothing he was letting me know that he was going to crash in Mark's room.”
“Okay, and I’m serious when I say that we shouldn’t be doing this anymore. We hooked up once over a year ago, and you should just move on.”
He let out a little chuckle and a cocky grin spread across his face.
“Oh, please, you have to admit you liked—”
“I’m serious.”
He took your words to heart and nodded, agreeing to back off… for now.
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
Several months passed, and things returned to normal. Except now you hung out at Mark’s place more often. It was more spacious than yours, and you always felt cozy there with him. Sometimes Donghyuck was around, playing games and watching movies with you guys. Things weren’t awkward between the three of you since Mark knew that you and Donghyuck were purely platonic.
Mark felt secure about your relationship and knew that you wanted him and no one else. As the months went on, you grew closer to him, especially intimately.
Neither of you had much experience before being with each other. Besides Donghyuck, you had only slept with one other person, but that was a while ago. Mark treated you like you were the only girl in the world. When you were together, nothing else mattered.
He knew all the things you liked and never failed to amaze you. Now, you typically only had sex at your place since you lived alone. But one day, it was just you and Mark alone in his apartment. Donghyuck was at work, and you and Mark had the place to yourselves.
“Are you sure we should do this?” you asked Mark shyly.
You stood in front of him as he sat on his bed, looking up at you with an innocent expression. He grabs your ass and pulls you onto his lap. You start to feel flustered because of the hungry look in his eye, sending shivers down your spine and causing you to tense up.
“Oh come on, baby, let's have a little fun tonight. Donghyuck is at work right now and he shouldn’t be back until 11 and it’s only 9,” he said confidently. You give in to his advances and begin kissing him.
Whenever you kiss Mark, it’s always slow and passionate. He moves his hands over your body, touching you while continuing to make out with you. He leans back onto the bed and flips you over so now you're underneath him.
You're wearing nothing except his t-shirt, which reaches down to your thighs. He starts touching your pussy, feeling how wet you are.
“Babe, your panties are soaked for me. And to think that you didn’t want to do this. God, you're so cute, you just can’t help yourself, can you?”
You love how much he teases you and how gentle he is. He always likes to take things slow and take his time with you, wanting you to feel safe and comfortable with him.
He removes your panties and starts inserting a finger into your core, and you let out a whimper. He whispers into your ear, “Come on, angel, you know you can be louder than that.”
He kisses all over your neck and collarbones. You start to squirm underneath him and press your thighs together. He spreads them open with his other arm and ensures that you stay still.
“It’s just us now, so you can be as loud as you want for me.”
You decide to do as he says and let yourself go. You start moaning louder and louder as he pumps his finger into you faster. He adds another finger, and you throw your head back. The moan you just let out was almost a scream. You grip onto the sheets and try your best to hold yourself together.
“Mhmm, baby, do you like it when I do this to you?”
“Y-yes, please don’t stop…”
He doesn’t plan on stopping at all. He adds a third finger and begins rubbing his thumb against your clit, causing you to become even more aroused and responsive to his touch. You beg him to slow down, but he doesn’t want to. Eventually, he pulls down his pants, and you see his cock spring up against his pelvis. He is very hard for you and loves seeing you like this.
He started stroking himself while fingering you, both of you immersed in the moment, not wanting it to end. Unable to resist any longer, Mark pulled out his fingers and entered you. You let out a loud moan, gripping the sheets even tighter as he grasped your thigh and thrust into you.
Lost in your own world, neither of you noticed Donghyuck arriving home early from work. His boss let him leave work early, and he didn't mind because he had been tired all day and just wanted to rest when he got home. But things didn’t go as planned as he walked into the apartment and heard noises coming from Mark's room. Curious, he approached cautiously. As he got closer, he realized the noises were both of you moaning in pleasure for each other.
Embarrassment swept over Donghyuck; the noises were pretty loud, and he knew he couldn't sleep anytime soon. Seeing Mark’s door slightly ajar, he looked inside and instantly felt aroused.
All he sees is you getting fucked stupid by his best friend. He didn’t see Mark at the angle he was in but just your face and your tits bounce up every time he thrust into you. He felt his dick start to twitch because of the state that you were in.
God you looked so attractive and he wishes that it was him fucking you instead.
Then he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He shouldn’t be here watching the two of you and was starting to feel bad about it. But he can’t help but feel horny when you look so good right now. He knelt down a bit so he wouldn’t get noticed by the two of you. He was starting to get anxious and he decided to slowly zip down his pants and pump his hand up and down his aching cock. He was imagining that he was the one fucking you and was making you feel good.
His heart raced as you made eye contact, feeling a mix of fear and excitement. Thankfully, Mark was oblivious and was lost in the moment with you. Initially shocked and embarrassed, you noticed Donghyuck stroking himself.
You couldn't believe how he could be so pathetic.
The thought of someone watching while you're in the act always would get a rise out of you. You will admit these past couple of months hanging with Mark and Donghyuck have been rough. Donghyuck doesn’t seem to care that you're dating Mark; he still gives you those sinful looks. You hated how he still had a hold on you. Tonight, something stirred inside you, and you gave him a slight smile, hinting that you were beginning to enjoy his voyeuristic attention.
But Mark started to talk to you, and you had to look back at him. Donghyuck almost forgot that he was there too. He was completely lost in your eyes, which were glazed over and filled with arousal.
“B-babe, I think I’m going to cum,” Mark said as he fucked into you at a higher speed than before. But Donhyuck noticed that look on your face. He knew that you were nowhere close to finishing and Mark was going a little too fast for you this time. There was nothing you could do, but Mark pulled out and came all over your face and chest.
Donghyuck instantly stopped stroking too and realized that Mark had left you unsatisfied.
“Oh my god, baby, I'm sorry. It’s just I got a little too carried away and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Did you at least finish?”
Mark had this puppy dog look in his eye, and you didn’t want to crush his spirits, so you just said, “Yeah, I did. You did really great tonight!”
Donghyuck knew that you were lying to Mark, but Mark didn’t notice and grabbed some tissues from his bedside table and wiped you down the best that he could.
“Ok, wait for me here. I’m going to take a shower real quick, and I will be back.”
You nodded your head, and Mark opened the door and noticed that Donghyuck wasn’t behind the door anymore. You thought he finished and went to hide in his room. He heard Mark enter back into the shower, and he walked out of his room. He was going to go back to you and try to talk, but he saw that Mark didn’t close the door fully once again. All he could see was your legs spread wide open, and you were rubbing your clit.
You were trying to finish yourself off.
Now he knew that he could probably walk in there and fuck you himself, but he didn’t want to get caught by Mark. Who knows how long it will be until he is done showering?
Donghyuck never really finished earlier because Mark ended things abruptly. But seeing you desperate to finish yourself off was so hot. He started to pump himself again, but this time faster than before. He was going at the same pace as you.
This time you truly didn’t know that he was there jerking off to you. You were lost in your world trying to get a quick release before your boyfriend came back. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge, and Donghyuck was too. You started to cum hard, practically gushing, and you knew that you really needed this. He also finished at the same time as you and loved every second of this.
But he felt like such a pervert.
He quickly returned to his room and wiped himself down with tissues. He felt pathetic that all he could do was watch you from a distance and couldn’t have you all to himself.
You heard that Mark came out and it seemed that you took a shower right after him.
(…)
You and Mark were fast asleep. It was midnight, and Donghyuck still couldn’t stop thinking about how you were touching yourself earlier. The thought circled his mind throughout the night, and he felt his sweatpants tightening around his swollen cock. He decided to clear his mind and got up to get a glass of water.
As he drank the water, he glanced back into the laundry room, thinking that the towel you used after your shower might be in there. He kept telling himself he should go back to bed, but right now, he didn’t know what was going on with himself. This wasn’t like him at all, and he feels so depraved when it comes to you.
He said "fuck it" and went into the laundry room. He saw that the towel was still in the dirty clothes bin. He started thinking about how you used the towel to dry off, imagining your body against it. He felt himself start to twitch, rubbing the outline of his dick through his sweatpants. He told himself he shouldn’t touch or smell it, and it took all his willpower not to shove it against his face. You looked so good tonight, and although he didn’t get a good view of your pussy, he wished he had.
He couldn’t resist and decided to sniff it once. But he kept doing it over and over until he shoved the whole thing into his face, his eyes rolling back at your scent, feeling himself getting harder for you.
Opening his eyes for a moment, he noticed something else in the bin…your panties. They still had some of your juices and scent on them. He grabbed them and was about to bring them to his face when he heard footsteps coming down the hallway. Panicking, he quickly put the towel back in the bin and shoved your panties into his pocket.
Mark opened the door, rubbing one of his eyes and giving Donghyuck a confused look.
"Dude, it's way past midnight. What are you doing in here?"
Unable to think of an excuse, Donghyuck replied, "Oh, I forgot I was supposed to do the laundry today. Since I’m up now, I was going to take care of it.”
Hoping Mark would buy the excuse, Donghyuck was too tired to say more. He suggested they deal with it in the morning, and they both left the laundry room.
Donghyuck swiftly made his way back into his room and closed the door behind him. He was too embarrassed to continue what he was doing. Instead, he quickly hid your panties inside his bedside table. He fell asleep and tried to forget about what just happened…
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A couple of weeks passed, and nothing changed between him and Mark. However, things have been somewhat awkward for you. You haven't really discussed what happened; he simply said he wouldn't do it again, and you both agreed to drop the subject.
But things just kept getting harder for him. He found himself having lewd fantasies about you, and you always came to mind when he masturbated. Having your panties didn’t help either.
He had been using them to jerk off.
At first, he told himself it was a one-time thing, but he realized he had no self-control when it came to you. He loved the fact that your panties were wrapped around his cock as he pleasured himself at night.
You always wondered what happened to your panties, assuming they got lost in the laundry. You honestly forgot about them altogether.
Donghyuck couldn’t stop having perverted fantasies about you. He told himself that Mark was his best friend and that he shouldn’t be messing around with his girlfriend under any circumstances. But it didn’t help that you were always there with them. You often wore loose crop tops that occasionally exposed your shoulders, and shorts that hugged your curves and ass perfectly. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you.
He suggested to Mark that they should have a boys' night, just the two of them since it had been so long. Ever since you two started dating, he barely got to hang out with Mark one-on-one. Mark agreed, and now they were playing video games and eating pizza.
Donghyuck wanted to stop thinking about you just for one night. Spending time with Mark made him realize how much he missed hanging out with him. Before you were in the picture, he and Mark would hang out all the time. That’s why they moved in together in the first place since they were always around each other.
As the night went on, he and Mark had a heart-to-heart talk. They always loved to vent to each other and give advice if needed. Mark mentioned that he was thinking about giving you a key to their place since you practically lived there now. He wanted Donghyuck's thoughts on it, and Donghyuck said he didn’t mind at all. Mark was glad he was okay with it.
Mark was showing him something on his phone when he said he had to use the bathroom. He left his phone on and forgot to turn it off. Donghyuck was about to turn it off when he saw that Mark kept getting messages from a certain someone.
It was you.
Just when he thought he could escape you, you found a way to invade his mind again. He didn't want to open the message, but he saw that you had sent some photos to Mark. Donghyuck knew he shouldn't look at those messages, but the phone kept buzzing with notifications from you. He couldn’t resist anymore and decided to open them. What he saw amazed him and made him instantly hard.
It was nudes of you.
*5 attachments*
The photos showed you in the tub, seemingly taking a bath. One photo was of your legs in the water, and the others were of your soapy tits. The very last one was of your bare chest, nipples and all.
You: I miss you… you should call me later <3
Haechan felt immediately aroused by all this. He didn't think this would happen tonight, but he couldn't help the way he was feeling. Mark could be back any second, and he had to think fast about what to do next.
He knew he should close the phone and act like he didn't see anything, but he couldn't stop looking at the photos. He heard Mark washing his hands and knew he would be back soon. So what did Donghyuck do?
He took photos of your nudes with his phone.
He didn't know what possessed him to do this, but it all happened so fast. He got out of the messages, closed Mark's phone, and left it on the couch.
Just in time, because Mark was now out of the bathroom and back in the living room. Haechan acted naturally and said, "Bro, your phone kept going off while you were in the bathroom. Who keeps texting you like that?"
Mark grabbed his phone off the couch and said, "Probably just y/n texting me that she misses—"
He stopped mid-sentence, seeing the photos you sent. He tried to act normal and told Haechan they’d have to end the night early because he wanted to call you about something.
But Haechan already knew what it was about. He agreed, and they both returned to their separate rooms to get ready for bed. Mark, however, wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon since you would be keeping him occupied.
Donghyuck couldn’t stop thinking about what he saw. The image of your boobs kept clouding his mind, and he felt himself becoming aroused. He felt so gross and guilty for feeling this way.
It didn’t help that he still had your panties from that one night. And now he had photos of your tits on his phone. He was becoming even more desperate for you. He pulled out his phone and lowered his sweats and underwear to his ankles. He went straight to his gallery to find the photos he took from Mark’s phone. He couldn’t believe he had reached this point.
He was now coming to terms with the fact that he was a pervert.
But now it was almost as if he didn’t care anymore. He lifted his shirt and held it in his mouth to stifle the noises he was making, not wanting Mark to hear what he was doing. As he looked at the photos of you, he imagined how your chest would feel pressed against him as he fucked into you. So many thoughts came into his mind, and he kept stroking himself faster and faster.
He admired how beautiful and perky your nipples looked in the photos. He couldn't help but fantasize about sucking and biting them, and your entire chest. He felt himself getting close to cumming. He moved his hand up and down his cock faster, squeezed his eyes tight, and came all over his sheets and even on his phone. He had never cum this much before, which was shocking to him.
A wave of guilt came over him as post-nut clarity began to set in. He realized the mess he had made and tried to clean everything up immediately. He used tissues from his bedside table to wipe himself off and threw his bedsheets into the laundry room.
He would never forget this night…
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Fast forward a couple of months, you and Mark have been facing some problems. You both always argue and can never see eye to eye. You even feel yourself becoming distant, which isn’t within your character. You’re usually always at his place, but lately, you barely want to be around him. One day, you decide you want to work things out with him in person.
Things didn’t end so well between the two of you.
He started to feel insecure about your friendship with Donghyuck. In the past, he would say that he wasn’t bothered by your friendship with him. But now, he was losing trust in you and suspected something had happened between the two of you. He noticed your changed behavior around Donghyuck. Whenever he tried to confront you about it, you brushed it off, insisting it was nothing and denying anything had happened between the two of you.
But today, Mark had reached his limit.
"You're so annoying, you know that?" Mark said, his voice tinged with frustration.
"Excuse me? I'm the annoying one? You keep bringing up Donghyuck, and you think something's going on between us despite me telling you countless times we're just friends. It's like you don't even trust me anymore, let alone him."
"Oh please, I still remember the look you gave when I introduced you guys that first night you came here."
"Whatever, there's no point in arguing with you when you won't even try to listen to me."
"Fine then, I'll leave you alone."
He grabbed his car keys and stormed out of the apartment. You felt tears start to fall on your face. You hated how things were with you and Mark and just wanted everything to go back to normal. You heard someone coming through the door and assumed it was him, but it was just Donghyuck. He had some groceries in his hands and placed them on the kitchen counter.
“Mark, I bought some of those snacks you’ve been wanting, and I—”
He enters the living room and sees you curled up almost in a ball on the couch, with teary eyes. He rushes over to you and tries to comfort you.
"Oh my god, hey, what’s wrong? And where is Mark?"
You tell him what happened and how he doesn’t trust him being friends with you. He is shocked to hear everything that has happened. Mark never mentioned any of this to him. The most he told him was that he had started to develop some trust issues with you, but he didn’t know it was related to him and your friendship. He notices you starting to shake and sees the panic in your eyes. He wraps his arms around you and gives you a comforting hug. You rest against his chest as he gently pats your head and reassures you that everything will be okay. You start to feel yourself calm down a bit and feel more at ease. You miss this feeling of being at peace with someone. Still, you can’t believe that Donghyuck, of all people, can make you feel better. All he ever did was annoy you, but now you feel comforted by him.
You even forget about a certain someone for a moment…
You shift positions and lay on his chest while he lays down. You both lie there in silence, unsure of what to do next. You know Mark could return at any moment, and the current position you are in doesn’t look good. Meanwhile, Donghyuck is trying to keep himself calm. For the past few months, all he has done is think about you, and now having you this close is driving him crazy. It's only a matter of time before he starts to get hard on you. He knows how messed up this all is because you’re in such a vulnerable state right now, and he shouldn’t take advantage of that. He couldn’t help but notice how pretty you looked after crying just now, with the redness in your eyes making you even more attractive. It made him imagine how beautiful you would look with your lips wrapped around his cock.
"Hyuck, do you think I’m annoying?"
He is taken aback that you referred to him by his nickname. That’s how he knows you’re serious about this. Mark must have hurt you badly to make you even think of yourself as annoying.
"What? No, you’re not! Did Mark say that about you?"
You nod and bite your lip to hold back tears. You can’t believe you're being this emotional around him. You never wanted him to see you like this. It feels embarrassing to cry about Mark in front of him, but you can tell he is being supportive and trying his best to make you feel better.
"Well, he shouldn’t have said that about you. Besides, you’re better off without him, if you ask me."
You get off him and now you are straddling his chest. He leans back on his elbows to look up at you.
"You shouldn’t say things like that."
"And you shouldn’t be with someone who says that about you and makes you feel on edge all the time. You’re way too pretty to be stressed out over him."
You feel a bit flustered after hearing him say that. He also realizes what he said and is worried it came off as flirting.
"Look, I didn’t mean to come onto you or anything, especially at a time like this. I mean, you’re in the middle of a fight with Mark and—"
"I know, but I don’t mind."
He is shocked by your comment. He can’t believe you are not rejecting his advances like you always do. It feels like something has shifted for you.
"Here I thought you were sweet and innocent. But here you are, sitting on top of me and rubbing yourself against me."
You hadn’t even noticed, but your hips were swaying back and forth against his crotch. He leans forward and whispers into your ear.
"God, can you be any more needy for me?"
His words send shivers down your spine. You start to squirm under him, wrapping both arms around his neck and pulling yourself closer to him.
"You should feel ashamed of yourself right now.”
He starts to lower his hands into your shorts and feels that you are wet down there. He rubs your clit over your clothed pussy.
“Don’t tell me you already forgot about him? It’s only been like 10 minutes, darling.”
He knew just what to say to get under your skin. You do feel a little guilty because Mark is his best friend, and you’re throwing yourself at him. But he isn’t stopping any of this either, so you know he doesn’t care at all.
“Mhm, I’m here with you now; that's all that matters,” you said to him in such a needy tone.
He pushes your panties to the side and starts to rub against your clit. You start to whimper and melt into him. He silences you by kissing you on the lips and starts rubbing against you at a faster pace. Then he lowers down onto your neck and starts to kiss all over you. He proceeds to shove a finger into your aching core and you throw your head back in pleasure. You like this feeling of being full and don’t want him to pull out anytime soon.
“Aww, you’re so cute when you're all desperate for me. I’m just here to finish what I started the last time we did this. Don’t you remember, sweetie?”
You start to get flashbacks from the day Mark first introduced you to all his friends. How good it felt to have his fingers inside of you. You didn’t understand why it felt better when he did that than Mark.
“Mhm… yes, I do-”
He inserts a second finger into you and begins thrusting into your pussy with a rougher pace than before. He’s making you feel so good and you still can’t believe that this is happening right now.
"Yeah, except this time it's just you and me, with no one here to interrupt us like last time."
You hate how he knows all the right things to get you going. You feel yourself start to arch your back a little from how good he’s making you feel. He stops you from moving by holding your hip with his other hand. He speeds up even more, sensing that you're starting to reach climax.
So you know what he does?
He takes his fingers out of your wet pussy and pushes you back onto the couch. He takes off your shorts and panties altogether. He lowers his face onto your pussy, sucking on your clit, unable to restrain himself any longer. He grabs your legs and puts them on top of his shoulders, gripping your thighs with his hands. You let out a loud moan that was practically a scream.
“Mhmm Hyuck… I think we should stop. What if he comes-”
He shoves two fingers back into your cunt and looks up at you, saying, “So what? It’s not like you care because you wouldn’t let me do all this if you did.”
You feel an instant pang in your chest.
“Mhm, I’m right, aren’t I?”
All you can do is nod your head, unable to bring yourself to say anything.
“Ahh, that’s my girl. I missed this, you know?”
He goes back to sucking and softly biting at your clit as he shoves his fingers deep into you. You start to grip the couch, trying to hold yourself still. He’s making you feel so many things right now. You haven’t felt this good in a very long time and love how he’s treating you. Mark usually never tries this hard to please you; he usually fingers you quickly and then just fucks you afterward. Sometimes he doesn’t even make you finish, leaving you unsatisfied.
But you don’t feel that way with Donghyuck.
He’s taking his time with you and making you feel good in all the right places. You never imagined this would happen. You thought you were over him, but you’ll admit you still harbor some feelings towards him. You thought they would go away since Mark is his best friend, but they’ve only grown stronger since you’ve been around him more. You feel yourself falling for him.
You feel like you’re about to cum and you beg him to slow down, but he doesn’t listen. If anything, he goes faster. You feel yourself start to cum, leading to you squirting all over his face.
You’ve never done that before, until now.
“OH MY GOD, Hyuck, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
He just licks his lips and swallows all the juices you left on his face. He has the biggest smirk on his face and says
"Don't apologize for the fact that I can make you squirt and he can't."
“How did you k-”
He carries you off the couch and leads you into his bedroom. He throws you on the bed and takes off his shirt.
“I just had a feeling, pretty girl. Remember what happened last time when I watched you guys? He didn’t make you cum and you had to get yourself off.”
You were unaware that he was watching you at the time, which makes the whole situation even more embarrassing for you.
"It's a shame I could make you cum in seconds, while he can't even last long enough to finish you off."
He angles his cock into your pussy and you let out a loud moan.
“Quite pathetic if you ask me.”
He starts to fuck into your core and you're loving every second of it. You feel overwhelmed because one moment he was giving you the best head of your life, and the next he's fucking you at a rapid pace. He lifts your shirt and takes it off of you. He sees that you're wearing a lacy bra.
“Aww love, did you really dress up like this for Mark? God, you're so desperate for his attention, it’s embarrassing"
You tense up under him at his degrading words.
“Wait, don’t tell me you like it when I talk to you like this? And here I thought I was the pervert. By the way, I forgot to mention that I saw the photos you sent Mark a while ago."
You feel shocked by all the things he is saying right now.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh baby, you know exactly what I’m talking about.”
He takes off your bra and exposes your boobs to him. He immediately goes down to suck on your nipple and gropes the other one with his free hand. You're beginning to see stars as he not only penetrates you but also sucks on your boobs. He knows how much you love it when he does that.
“Those photos you sent to Mark, he was in the bathroom and left his phone open like a dumbass, and I saw everything that you sent him. Your soapy tits looked so beautiful, by the way. I came to those photos so many times, I lost count.
You don’t know how to feel about any of this right now. On one hand, he's being perverted for admitting to such a thing in the first place. But on the other hand, you find it strangely arousing that he's so fixated about you. He notices you getting wetter as he talks about what he did.
"You liked that sweetheart? Are you as pathetic as I am?"
His taunting and teasing only made you more flustered. You don’t think you can hold out much longer. He senses it and pushes your legs back all the way to your head. The bedframe slams hard against the wall as he loses himself in you.
"Fuck, baby, I'm getting close... where should I..."
You wrapped your legs around his waist and pushed him deeper into you.
“P-please cum i-inside of me..”
“Oh shit, okay sweetie.”
Mark would usually pull out of you instantly and would never want to finish inside of you. You knew Donghyuck wouldn’t back out of this.
He grabs your ankles and pushes your legs back, and you both finish at the same time, letting out a loud moan. He comes so hard that he sprays the rest all over your chest. He falls back onto the bed and looks up at the ceiling, realizing what he's just done.
He just fucked his best friend's girlfriend.
He doesn’t seem to care about it at all. He was always jealous anyway, and now that he's finally had you after all this time, he doesn’t care what Mark would say.
“Hey look, I’m sorry for doing all this. I admit I was selfish, just wanting you all for myself. I understand if you don’t want to-”
You grabbed his face and kissed him on the lips to reassure him.
“Hyuck, this is the best sex I've had in a long time. I haven't felt this good in ages, and cheesy as it sounds, thank you for this."
He was shocked by your words. He couldn’t believe you were thanking him. It made him wonder if the sex you had with Mark was that bad.
“You’re welcome, but stay here for a second. Let me try to clean you up.”
You nodded, and you watched him leave and return with washcloths, taking care of you.
"So what are you going to tell Mark?"
Shit, you forgot about him.
What are you going to say to him? That you just fucked his best friend while you two were in the middle of a fight? It would break his heart too much.
"I'll just tell him that me and him can't be together anymore. I mean, we've been fighting for a while now and I'm just done."
"Well do what will be best for you. I mean, are you going to tell him what happened just now?"
"No, I won't."
He respected your decision and wasn’t going to say anything.
"Also, I'm still stuck on the fact that you have my nudes on your phone."
"Oh shit, I'll delete them if you want me to—"
"Also, I'm still stuck on the fact that you have my nudes on your phone."
"Oh shit, I can delete them if you want—"
"Don't. Start a collection because I'll be sending you more sooner than you think."
He felt himself starting to become hard again but knew they wouldn't have enough time for round 2.
"Alright, whatever you say, sweetheart."
After you both got yourselves situated, you sat back in the living room where Mark left you so it seemed like you were there the whole time. Donghyuck stayed back in his room for a bit to try to process all that just went down.
You planned on breaking up with Mark.
Speaking of which, you saw him come through the door and you got up off the couch to make your way over to him. But you saw that he was carrying a whole bunch of bags, and it appeared he went to the store.
"Look, babe, I'm sorry for calling you annoying earlier and lashing out at you. I went out and bought all your favorite snacks. I hope you can forgive me."
You felt a huge wave of guilt wash over you. He went out to buy all of your favorite things, and you just fucked his best friend while he was gone. He went to the living room and started placing the snacks on the table.
"Mark, I—"
"Also, baby, I'm sorry for assuming that you had something going on with Donghyuck. He's my best friend after all, and I know he would never try to hurt me. I should be more trusting of you too."
There it is.
It was at this moment you knew that you seriously messed up…
repost. i found this in my docs accidentally (which is silly because when i intentionally looked for it i couldn’t find it…?)
the night feels mistier than it looks, the moon marveling down at itself as it reflects in the water and a bridge of light gleams gently across the still lake. jeno’s car isn’t parked too far. if you tried to walk there in this state, it wouldn’t feel that way, but it’s just shy of the edge.
mark and jeno would never let you make that journey though, not without their support. you never used to think that you were a lightweight, but considering mark and jeno have to nurse you every time you drink together, it was safe to say that you couldn’t hold your liquor.
they’re such good friends, you always tell yourself the morning after, helping you take care of yourself and still inviting you back the next time. you tried to tell them that you wouldn’t be upset if they didn’t want you to come, you wouldn’t want to babysit a drunk grown woman either, but the two insist that you are far from a nuisance.
tonight is no different from any other friday night that you spend getting drunk with your trustworthy friends. you each have a couple of drinks, downing shots in between laughter and chatter. nothing’s out of the blue, really. until it is. until that strange, familiarly unfamiliar feeling creeps up on you, the isolation of your debilitated senses, the lack of control altogether.
it always goes like this. a few shots, some jokes, some stumbling around. mark and jeno crack the jokes now, laughing at how drunk you are, but nevertheless holding onto you. jeno’s holding onto your left while mark’s got your right, their distinct touches peculiarly familiar to you for whatever reason. you know mark’s calloused hands and hardened palms when you feel them, as you do jeno’s strong grip, because he never not fails to remember his strength.
they guide you to the car, assuring you that they’re going to sober you up with some water mark brought to jeno’s car but for whatever reason didn’t think to bring out with the the drinks. and then it’s blank, foggy and unclear.
you don’t remember jeno’s unforgiving hold on your wrists, his merciless pace as if he’s trying to squeeze you into his leather seat. you don’t remember his degrading little words as he breaks character, going on about how you’re so, so stupid. so trusting. too trusting. you don’t remember mark’s toughened hands on your hips as he bulldozes your pussy, nothing but, “fuck,” leaving his mouth.
hell, you don’t even remember hearing them play rock paper scissors to decide who gets to have their wicked way with you before the other, mark being the lucky guy tonight.
because when your senses are restored, the sun is up and you aren’t at the lake anymore nor are you inside of jeno’s car. given that mark’s place is closest, they took you there for the night, and it’s his spare room that you wake up inside of.
when you meet mark and jeno in the morning, they even have breakfast going, and everything’s so overwhelmingly normal in spite of the strange feeling that possesses you.
because when mark wraps his arm around you in a sweet hug, his hand brushes a sliver of your exposed skin even though you’re fully dressed, and it feels strange. when jeno whispers something in your ear about mark’s cooking skills or lack thereof, his tone and the little chuckle that follows is too familiar.
and it starts to occur to you, the memories of what happened the night before, through a thick, blurry haze. mark’s mangling weight on top of your body and rough fingers. jeno’s harsh words that are hardly jokes, violent and sweaty skin sticking to yours.
it’s so distant that you can’t tell if it’s a dream or a memory, but to your horror, it feels so real. it explains the stinging around your wrists and the bruising at your hips, the sticky stuff in your underwear.
but you don’t want to believe that mark and jeno are capable of hurting you. not when they take care of you so much more than they have to, not when they’re always so sweet and kind, so loving.
you ask mark and jeno if anything happened last night a couple of moments into breakfast, an unsettling feeling like bile in your throat. it’s different than an average hangover, it spreads all over and wrecks through your whole being like an implacable virus.
mark and jeno play dumb, as if they’re totally oblivious to what you’re implying, even if they remember in detail what you would never be able to recall as descriptively as they do amongst each other. they say that you passed out in the car, and it’s so convenient, almost too convenient, but that’s their story and they stick to it.
and really, you don’t press for the truth, because you wouldn’t know how to accept your friends being anybody but who you think they are anyway.
you're rearranging your room around to feel at ease again since it looks like a hurricane ran through it. moving causes a lot of commotion since it's loud and heavy so (hc or mk) come check up on you. it's obvious what're doing when they see you and you ask "can you help me finish up?" instead they ignore you and close the door right back up. so as a petty joke, you control the wifi, and pay for it. SO, WHEN YOU START HEARING POrN COMING FROM THEIR ROOM, YOU DECIDE TO TURN OFF THE WIFI JUST AS THEY'RE ABOUT TO GET OFF. ( then you enter their room while they're cursing about the wifi and meat is out like it's a show "since you won't help me finish up, i don't think i'll let you finish."🫢 SMuT PlS
Pairing: Roommate!Mark x Female Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
Genre: Roommates AU, Non-Idol AU, Smut
Warnings: Cursing/ mature language, smut, fluff at the end, not proofread
Smut Warnings: Degradation, Mark somewhat objectiying the reader, ripping leggings, creampie, unprotected sex
a/n- i simply have nothing to say for myself with why this took actually forever. also...self indulgent because I, too, like the reader, received a degree 😝
Boredom racked through your body as you checked your notifications. Reading through a text asking to go out on the town, you responded with a simple, “sorry, i’m busy tn :(“ despite your entire night being a destined repeat of your afternoon.
Looking over the side of your bed at your floor, you took in the scattered clothes, at this point you didn’t even know what was clean and what was dirty. Lifting your head, you saw the state of the rest of your room, which was equally or even more of a disaster as your floor. Your room had become a punching bag for your laziness as finals rolled around and with your new degree laying on the desk, you decided you had nothing else to do besides clean.
Rolling off your bed, your feet barely caught your body before you were able to fall flat onto your disgusting floor. You normally pride yourself on your cleanness but obviously this was not a good example of your usual self.
Still sluggishly, you forced your feet to drag you to your curtains, pulling them open to take advantage of the rest of the sunlight. Seeing your room in natural light for the first time in what felt like weeks finally forced you into the cleaning spirit.
Starting with the basics, you simply gathered all the clothes that were littered around your room and threw them in a basket, to be washed, whether that be completed today or another time was something out of your control.
Thankfully, your room wasn’t nearly as bad as you had thought it was, the clothes were the real issue here, but you still needed to clean your carpet, or at least vacuum. Staring down your giant dresser, you started to plan out how to move it.
Pulling at the sides, you felt your body jerk as it barely slid against the floor, but even though it didn’t move where you wanted it to, it did manage to bump your desk, which then hit the wall.
Over the music that had quietly been playing, your door cracked open and in popped Mark, your roommate.
“Yo, what are you doing? You’re being kind of loud…” Mark’s eyes raked across your backside before you turned around. Your leggings do nothing to avoid outlining your entire bottom half, even once you turn around, with your hands on your hips.
“Well, Marky, if I had to guess, it would appear I’m trying to move my dresser! And it wasn’t actually that loud.” Laughing at his wide eyes, thinking he was just overreacting the noise level, you turned around before stopping again. “Mark, would you mind helping me out?”
But as you looked over your shoulder for a response, you saw the boy leave the room.
Huffing at his departure, you went ahead and finished your cleanup, or at least you tried to before you heard what sounded like a squeak over in the next room. Deciding to be petty, you walked over to Mark’s room to complain about the noise level. But as you got closer and pressed your ear close to the door, you heard more than just squeaks which you were able to confirm were bed squeaks, you heard a few grunts, and then female moans. It was obvious that Mark was watching porn, and as a good roommate you would walk away, but you’re not really a good roommate.
Stifling your giggles, you waltzed to the living room to where the WiFi router was, and looking back at Mark’s closed door one last time you pulled the plug, cutting off the WiFi for the entire house.
“What the fuck?” A quiet voice sounded throughout the otherwise silent house. You allowed yourself to laugh loudly before just letting yourself into Mark’s room, not even giving him enough time to cover himself.
“Yo, what are you doing? You’re being kind of loud…” Using Mark’s words against him, his face turned red as he tried to grasp onto a blanket to cover himself. “Is this the reason you couldn’t help me? Too busy making yourself cum? I suppose, since you wouldn’t help me finish up, it’s only fair I don’t help you finish up.”
Turning on your feet, you started to walk out of Mark’s room before you felt his hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you back into him. You didn’t know when he stood up but now it didn’t matter as your back was to his bare chest, and your ass was against his bare cock.
“You’re really funny, you know that right?” Mark spoke through his teeth and then kissed the side of your head.
Spinning the both of you around, Mark pressed you against his desk, rutting against your ass as he breathed into your ear. “Maybe I would’ve helped you if you were wearing something a little more decent, instead you wear these tight ass pants that show exactly what your pussy looks like.”
Gripping the thin fabric between his fingers, Mark tore the crotch of the leggings before pushing into your cunt.
“S’not my fault that you’re a fucking pervert.” Fucking back into Mark, you whimpered at the tight grip he had on your hips, surely leaving bruises to be seen in the morning.
Laughing against your head, Mark smacked your thigh at the comment.
“I’m not, I just live with a little slut who walks around with her tits and pussy out, hard not to get hard when I’ve got cunt in my face.”
Your hair started to fall into your face as Mark’s thrusts increased in pace. But it wasn’t the reason why you couldn't see for long. You felt Mark readjust his grip on you before pulling out and throwing you on the bed. Bouncing lightly on the mattress you go to sit up but Mark, instead palmed the back of your head and pressed your face into the mattress, all while pulling your ass into the air so he can force his cock back into you.
Voice muffled by the blankets you tried to speak, but Mark gripped your hair into a ponytail and pulled your face back up. “You wanna repeat that?” He breathed out through his teeth.
“I said, who knew the good innocent child of God was such a pervert.” Mark didn’t even bother to respond, he just pushed your face back into the pillows and with his other hand landed several quick, sharp slaps to your ass.
Moaning out, you gripped the sheets and smiled despite Mark being unable to see it. Finally, he was fucking you. You didn’t dress like a cheap whore for nothing. With the feeling of Mark’s hips slapping yours, the noises of his grunts and your muffled moans, and the thoughts swirling in your head, caused you to be close. And Mark knew this, because as he felt you twitching and clamping your walls down on his cock, he snuck his hand under your body and played with your clit. Rolling the bud between his fingers, you whimpered and curled your toes, starting to buck your hips back into his more frantically.
“Come on, cum for me already. I can’t hold it much longer, please.” Mark whined behind you, his dominant persona cracking slightly.
Not even a full minute later, you heard your ears start to ring as pleasure coursed through your veins, taking over all of your other senses.
Mark rode out yours and his highs before pulling out and collapsing next to you, once his grip on you vanished, your body hit the mattress as well. Him on his back and you on your stomach, you both looked at each other with dopey smiles and tired eyes.
“Thanks for the nut bro” Mark held out his closed fist to you. Rolling your eyes, you sit up and go to shove Mark, however, he caught your forearm before you could push him and pulled you into his chest. Planting his lips onto you, this kiss wasn’t like the ones before, this one was like Mark was pouring the words he was too scared to speak into you. Once you both pulled away, your eyebrows were furrowed, waiting to see what was going to be revealed. And once the silence was put to an end, you weren’t disappointed.
“I don’t want this to be a one time thing and I don’t see it as ‘just sex.’” Without responding to him, you pressed your lips to his and smiled.
it’s like i returned in perfect timing to see this 🤣. I LITERALLY HOPPED ON TUMBLR AND LOOK AT MY MESSAGES TILL I LINGERED BACK TO THIS REQUEST I MADE. AHHH IM GLAD I DID, bc it’s also that time of month and wow, i’m lonely :( lmaoo. TYTY FOR WRITING THIS, I LOVED IT 🩷🩷🫡
U had been having the highest baby fever ever, and u just needed to share it with mark. “baby, look at the size of these socks” you say while holding the tiniest pink baby socks out to mark, withholding the cutest pout mark has seen on your face. “they are cute, princess” he says with a smile on his face.
When your eyes land on a little ruffled baby dress with, again, the biggest pout ever, you show it to him, “mark this is literally the cutest thing ever” you say “yes baby, it is. but who would it be for, nobody that we know is pregnant” mark says, and that puts gears in your head to spin, “I don’t know” you retort back. “it could be for our future baby one day”.
Oh, if only you knew how badly mark wanted to have babies with you. Once you told him that, you two went straight home.
“You want a baby, huh?”, mark quips while he has you ass up face down, slowly sliding his length inside of you. “mhm, want a baby, mark” you say in a whiny tone. “yeah baby, know you do, gonna give u all of it” he says while rubbing his hands on your ass and spreading your ass cheeks apart so he can see himself sliding in and out of you.
You start to back it up on him, and he matches your movements with his hips. “fuck… you hella creamy pretty thing, must want my babies real bad, huh?” mark says while slightly chuckling. You on the other hand were gripping the sheets and leaving spit and tears on the pillow case, whining out a soft “yes I do”. mark runs his hands down your spine and bends down to your ear still thrusting his hips and says, “gonna get you all round ‘n cute baby, cant wait to see you like that”.
hiii, tysm for the 440 notes on the last fic🥹🫂 also my baby fever had been THROUGH the roof, hence this ff 😵💫😵💫😵💫 OH and merry christmas everybody. <333
# 1. “princess wants to make me feel good? On your knees.” with mark lee
Mark thinks you look so pretty like this. eyes glossy and almost crossed while his cock is lodged down your tight throat. he knows for sure you're making a mess already, both between your thighs and mouth sloppily dribbling a mixture of precum and saliva that only increases the lewd sound that almost covers his grunts of pleasure.
he might be losing his grip on sanity with each bob of your head down his fat length, but he doesn't miss the way your hips move in tandem with your sucking, and he absolutely adores you, hypnotized by the way you lewdly try to get off by just sucking cock, eagerly pushing his orgasm into your waiting mouth by swirling your tongue the way he likes.
his pretty lover, moaning when his hands hold the back of your head to bully his tip down your throat, quenching your cock cravings. you're so good for him and he doesn't want to let you go, gut clenching at the ideal of coming in your mouth but also, wishing to keep using you until you're nothing but a sobbing mess, forgetting to glide your tongue on the underside of his cock and slit, to instead let the man fuck your throat raw, nails digging on his strong tights as you're forced down the whole length of him, nose pressed against his pelvis while you choke and gasp for air.
"When your mouth is full your brain is off baby" he growled as your eyes closed shut and head thrown back is what you see through heavy eyelashes, mark's legs spreading further to let your head get slotted comfortably as you successfully deep throat him with drool sliding down the sides of your stretched out lips, down your chin to wet his heavy balls.
"fuck I'm close" he exhales and you whine, wrapping your much smaller hands around the base of his cock to coax him into letting his cum fill your mouth, matching your hips to his own rutting into your mouth, wishing he'd fuck you the same way afterwards, and just the mere though is enough to have you letting out the cutest sounds, helping him to cum with the needy expression your face holds, globs of cum shooting down your throat with a rumble you feel in his abdomen where your hands currently lay.
"So fucking pretty for me" he mumbles to himself, whipping the single drop of sperm from the corner of your mouth and plunging it past your waiting lips, the simple and intimate action enough to let you know your night wasn't over quite yet
"Spread your fucking legs" mark said whispering in your ear as he grinned the wet sounds of your sloppy cunt and the thrust he gave to you would bounce off the walls making your face flush and your embarrassment raising, your legs would soon slowly start to shake as you bit your bottom lip your eyes closing shut and your cunt creaming against his cock.. you couldnt even count how much this man made you cum the moment he's done performing “ shit.. princess gonna cum in this sloppy cunt, my little slut- shit..” there's no way he's planning to stop after all those stares you gave him bc of that outfit “Mark! W-wait, too fast!” you cried out making him pull your hair as he continued to slam into you.“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.” He uttered, gripping harder into your hair — a smirk forming on his lips when he felt you tighten around his cock.
You were Mark’s friend, just like how Chenle was his friend, or Jaemin or Jeno or- but for you he wasn’t just a friend because friends love each other platonically not romantically.
For you it was anything but platonic. In simpler words you had the biggest crush on Mark and always gave him hints but he was just too oblivious.
During the match Mark sat between you and Chenle, happily enjoying the game paying no attention to the kiss cam. It wasn’t until everyone around him started cheering that he noticed the cam. Laughing he commented “How could they think of us as a couple?”
Well… he said that to Chenle which made both you and Chenle facepalm yourselves. Like how could someone be this oblivious? Therefore having enough you pulled him towards you, making his eyes go wide as you kissed him deeply making his cheeks burning red. Mark would kiss you back with the same passion as you. “Dude you like me too?”
RENJUN. as your boyfriend
The moment Renjun heard the announcement about the beginning of the kiss cam he got tensed. What if you both end up on it? Would he have to kiss you in front of the whole stadium? No way, Renjun isn’t the PDA guy.
Therefore he engages you in a conversation and doesn’t let you even watch the screen of the kiss cam and let’s say he successfully dodged it the first time. Renjun didn’t even let you notice the booing of the people around you.
But the camera had other intentions. He panned the camera on you both once again and this time the audience made sure both of you noticed. Renjun this time just stood up grinning widely and kissed his glass of coke making everyone boo at him again.
“Why didn’t you kiss me?” you asked. “It’ll be awkward, you know, in front of all these people.” He knew you felt bad about his actions and Renjun somewhat regretted them too. So the next time you appeared on the kiss cam, he mustered up the courage and with rosy pink cheeks he finally leaned in to press a soft lasting kiss on your lips making you blush as well. “I love you.”
JENO. as your friend
The moment he spots himself on the kiss cam with you he’ll let out a small chuckle while crossing his arms to indicate he can’t kiss you. Boy is already going crazy at the possibility of kissing you and he wants to but the thought of making things awkward stops him.
Jaemin beside him along with the others shouts ‘kiss! kiss!’ trying to push his friend into confessing his feelings but all this only leads Jeno to place a soft kiss on your cheeks which may have unleashed a swarm of butterflies in both of your stomachs but left everyone around you booing.
“Are you for real?!” Jaemin scoffed at his friend’s gentlemanly action which even left Jeno a bit disappointed and thinking only if I had a bit more courage… Maybe the cameraman heard his silent prayer and zoomed the camera on both of you again. This time Jeno gathered himself and asked “Can I kiss you?”
The moment you nodded your head he softly brushed his lips with yours for a few seconds before breaking away to the cheers of everyone around you and ending the sweet moment with a whisper of “Let’s do it properly later.”
HAECHAN. as your boyfriend
His determination to be on the kiss cam began when you jokingly sent him a reel about one out of hundreds of reels you send him on a daily basis. Kiss cams started appearing everywhere for him, instagram, YouTube, twitter… “THEY ARE EVERYWHERE!”
So it’s better to say he’s buying basketball match tickets to be on the kiss cam with you. It’s a part of his bucket list now. Dude has been recklessly buying the tickets for every game this season and will continue to until he comes on it.
He would be restless throughout the game waiting for the kiss cam and when it started he would try anything and everything to get the attention of the cameraman, like suddenly being too touchy with you or holding hands and waving.
And the moment you both appear on the cam boy would literally pounce at you, would kiss you so passionately, moving his leg to your lap and pulling you towards him. “This would definitely land on the Best Kiss Cams Compilation.” he smirked, wiping his lips and breathless “Woah”
JAEMIN. as your boyfriend
When he noticed himself on the kiss cam with you he would just smile brightly, shaking his head a bit as he is amused by the situation.
Jaemin then would slightly nudge you in the shoulder to get your attention, it seems like you still haven’t noticed the kiss cam. But when you do you become all nervous and shy, avoiding eye contact with him.
He would notice your nervousness and hesitation and ask “Are you comfortable with me kissing you?” You knew Jaemin loves PDA and you do too, but kissing in front of all these strangers made it a little awkward. But how can you say no to him?
When you nod in a yes, he would gently place his hands on your cheeks and lean in to place an even delicate kiss on your lips. Jaemin would tilt his head in such a way that your kiss won’t be visible to everyone, so you don’t feel awkward or uncomfortable. “You know you look so cute while blushing.”
CHENLE. as your best friend
Chenle came to the basketball match with only one goal, to focus on the match and enjoy it.
But the moment his eyes fell on the kiss cam which captured you a sense of thrill and warmth filled his chest. He would have ignored the cam but who was he to miss a chance of kissing you. He just had the biggest crush on you.
Boy was so occupied in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that the cam zoomed in on you, him and Jisung. You were sitting between both of them, therefore they had equal opportunities to kiss you. Chenle only focused on you and didn't notice Jisung on the screen as he just shrugged his shoulders inching closer to you “Don’t worry I’ll do it.”
But the moment he saw Jisung on the screen, both of you laughing at the situation, he got nervous… What if you kissed Jisung instead? Therefore he pulled you by arm and placed his other hand behind your neck, kissing you feverishly leaving everyone laughing at his antics, Jisung shaking his head and you in disbelief. “I like you and even the thought of you and Jisung made me lose my mind… will you be my girlfriend?”
JISUNG. as your boyfriend
Your relationship was in the blooming stage when one day Jisung returned with 2 tickets for a baseball match. It’s only been a few weeks (more like two and a half weeks) and watching a baseball match was the perfect date to share sweet memories.
The moment the announcer announced the beginning of the kiss cam Jisung became nervous thinking what if you both appear on the cam? Will he have his first kiss with you in front of thousands of random strangers? Will you be comfortable? Will it make things awkward?
And when you guys did appear on the screen his panic skyrocketed through the roof. His face burning red he would ask you “Do you want to do it?” an awkward smile plastered on his lips, fidgeting his fingers, heavy breathing and when you say yes he would become even more nervous, performance pressure some might say.
Leaning awkwardly with claps and hoots all around you he would softly place his lips on yours, hands holding yours, deep red adorning his cheeks and eyes closed. But the moment he kissed you every worry and nervousness of his would vanish and all he could think about was the feeling of your soft lips on his and he drowned in this feeling, in you. “I’ll remember this forever.”
(cw: alcohol consumptions, suggestive pick up lines)
The music throughout the frat house was thumping loudly, Fratboy!Jaehyn could feel the beats vibrating through the floor beneath him. The lights were flashing in a red and green pattern, the vodka was vanilla flavored, peppermint flavored schnapps mixed with everything, and every brother of the frat had a Santa hat on. There was no better way to celebrate the end of finals, the end of the fall semester, and the beginning of winter break than the annual Winter Nu Chi Theta party. It was one of their most anticipated parties of the year, sure all their parties were great, but this was their best party.
A party that was so good that Jaehyun was having a hard time finding you, despite having received your ‘here’ text 20 minutes ago. He was walking around, fighting his way through the crowds of people to try and find you. He stopped and chatted to a few familiar faces, stopped to take a shot- or more, and helped clean up some messes.
This was happening eve before the party had started, the frat brothers were passing around bottles of vodka and schnapps while they hung plastic garlands, fairy lights, and placed Christmas trees on varying surfaces. They blasted Mariah Carey and Wham through the house with no shame, singing along with no shame at all. Needless to say, by the time the party had started they were all more than a little buzzed- some more than others. *cough cough* Haechan.
Finally, he saw your friends and walked up with a smile. “Ho ho,” you turned to face him with a bright smile, “…holy shit, you look good.” Yes, Jaehyun had bought the outfit for you, but it was one thing to see the outfit on a hanger, and another to see it on you. Jaehyun had told you he was going to be dressed as Santa Claus so he wanted you to dress as Mrs. Claus. You had no reason to deny him besides the fact that it would look totally stupid but then he reminded you he would also be dressed up. Well, he wasn’t dressed up.
“This is your Santa Claus outfit? A hat?” You ask with your arms crossed across your chest.
Jaehyun laughs as he hits the pompom at the end of his hat, “duh!”
You roll your eyes, “I should have never let you watch Mean Girls. Are you all dressed as Santa then?”
His eyes widened in happy surprise, “Yes! You understood the reference for your costume!” Looking down at your red camisole and fur lined plastic skirt, you really wondered how you didn’t catch his reference before.
“So if I match with you and all the other frat bros also have so called Santa costumes on, doesn’t that mean I’m also matching with them?” You ask slowly.
Just then a very drunk Haechan stumbles by and does a double take before walking back to you with a drunken wink, “Mrs. Claus! My wife! I sure ho ho hope I’ll see you later for a not so silent night.”
Taeyong tugs him toward his room upstairs with an apologetic smile while you look at Jaehyun with a questioning arch of your eyebrow, “And here I thought your pick-up line was original. Are all of you using them tonight?”
“No…” but then you hear Johnny trying “I’ve got a one-way ticket to the naughty list if you’re interested,” on a girl from your political science class.
Jaehyun blushes but clearly not ashamed enough to try, “Wanna pretend to be presents and get laid under the tree?”
You face palm, snatching the candy cane patterned shot glass from Mark’s hand for yourself. You tilt your head back and shake your head to help with the strong minty flavor, “How many of these pick-up lines do you have?”
“Santa’s lap isn’t the only place wishes come true, baby,” Jaehyun winks dramatically with a kiss blown your way.
You bury your face in his chest while laughing. He’s barely able to hear you over the remix of Justin Bieber’s Drummer Boy, but he managed to hear, “Shut up! They’re getting worse!”
He leans down to whisper in your ear, you can feel his breath, “wanna go up to my room and Scrooge?”
You screech, “Jaehyun!”
You can feel your face heating up with embarrassment while you wrapped your arms tighter around Jaehyun’s waist to keep your face hidden in his sweater.
And then possibly worst of all, “Wanna meet Santa’s little helper?”
You shove him away, your face heating while you fan your face from the immense embarrassment you feel. “Jaehyun, people are going to hear you!”
“What’s wrong with that?” He laughs loudly.
You cross your arms, “I’m going to look like a major loser passing by everyone here on my way to your room later.”
He smirks, “so what I’m hearing is the pick-up lines are working?”
“Unfortunately,” you sigh, “take me to your room?”
Jaehyun smirks at you and guides you up the stairs. He closes his bedroom door behind the both of you while you get comfortable on his bed. Then he turns to you with a cocky smile, “You’d be the first gift I’d unwrap Christmas morning.”
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