synopsis: You lived your whole life thinking you were one or at least that’s what you were led to believe. You were told from a young age by your parents that your twin died at birth. What happens when you find out your twin is alive, brought up by your ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’. It becomes crazier when you could’ve met him any time due to your friend group. What about when your best friend’s friend otherwise known as jeonghan, enters your sight and you can’t get him to leave. Suddenly you have two important people to complete you...
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a/n: another update 😪 fr got things planned for this fic now so keep your eyes peeled sorry for the lack of updates :( they’ll be more frequent now
OMG AAAAHHRHRRHHRRJ 🥺🥺🥺🥹 my heart 😫💔 this was everything!!! idk if this was actually any good for my heart but ugghhhhh dad hannie 😣🥹 why can i actually see him like that with his mini-me baby wrecking havoc 😫🥺 thank you thank you for this wholesome piece 🫶
synopsis: You lived your whole life thinking you were one or at least that’s what you were led to believe. You were told from a young age by your parents that your twin died at birth. What happens when you find out your twin is alive, brought up by your ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’. It becomes crazier when you could’ve met him any time due to your friend group. What about when your best friend’s friend otherwise known as jeonghan, enters your sight and you can’t get him to leave. Suddenly you have two important people to complete you...
pairing: female reader x jeonghan
updates: aim for every other day, whenever i can
status: ongoing
a/n: as always thanks to @wonunuu for the support of the ideas. just incase you haven’t, check her work here ✨
synopsis: You lived your whole life thinking you were one or at least that’s what you were led to believe. You were told from a young age by your parents that your twin died at birth. What happens when you find out your twin is alive, brought up by your ‘aunt’ and ‘uncle’. It becomes crazier when you could’ve met him any time due to your friend group. What about when your best friend’s friend otherwise known as jeonghan, enters your sight and you can’t get him to leave. Suddenly you have two important people to complete you...
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a/n: FINALLY only took me 5 months to get this out. so sorry for being m.i.a with updates but thank you all for being so patient 🥹
Hi! i've been waiting for "Let's love" ,that jeonghan and fem!reader, that also end with "i cant runaway" , smau for months now.....T>T... i mean i can wait more, i have a lot off patience, dont get it wrong tho i am not moody about it or forcing you tho... since i m here , i actually like your works your grat at it!!
omg i’m so sorry, i know you and everybody is waiting for the next parts. i had a slump with writing and just hadn’t been feeling it 🥲 I’m trying to sort out what’s happening for the next chapters where the story will go.. I don’t want to put a time frame on it and then not meet it but it will be soon, you won’t have to wait that long
a/n: hiiii <3 this is just to cause miss hana (@soonshuas) brainrot <3
pairing: yoon jeonghan x gn reader
genre: fluff
au: established relationship
blurb: in which you and jeonghan go strawberry picking to fix your pre-wedding jitters </3
warnings: food mentions! i don’t think there’s anything else.
wc: 0.4k
“hey! i was going to choose that one!” you protested, putting your hands on your hips as your fiancé plucked the very strawberry you had set your sights on out of your reach.
“if you snooze, you lose.” he teased, grinning widely at your pout.
“except i wasn’t snoozing. you knew i wanted that berry and you took it from me.” you raised an eyebrow at him as he looked away with a faux innocent expression, moving further down the field to find more strawberries.
strawberry picking was not something you’d ever imagine yoon jeonghan doing, especially so close to your wedding. however, one of his friends, joshua, had gifted this as a pre-wedding present, claiming that his family had such a fun time berry picking that he’s sure it would ‘strengthen your love’ for one another or some cringe nonsense like that.
to be fair, leading up to your wedding, amidst last minute planning, you and jeonghan had just been staying at home, so this was a fun change. not to mention, he did dress the part as well. with his white dress shirt rolled up at his forearms, which honestly distracted you from the whole activity, if you were being completely honest. you quickly averted your eyes, returning to the strawberry bush.
“are you done ogling my outfit? they said we could make jam out of these if we collect enough.” he teased, plucking one of the bright red strawberries in front of you.
“i’m sorry it’s just that you look like you’re in some kind of period drama.” you shrugged your shoulders.
“oh? and would that make me your main male lead.” he stopped picking, quirking an eyebrow at you.
you rolled your eyes,
“we’re getting married. what do you think, yoon jeonghan?” you muttered.
he smirked, picking up on your muttering,
“i’m sorry, what did you say?”
“i said, let’s collect enough strawberries so that we can get the free jam. person with the least strawberries has to do the dishes tonight.”
“if i lose could i still convince you to do the dishes with me at the very least.” he groaned lazily.
“isn’t free stuff enough of a motivator? what more do you need?” you asked incredulously, checking each strawberry as you hurriedly collected them.
“kisses.”
“kisses?!”
he looked at you expectantly. you rolled your eyes, biting back a shy smile before kissing him lightly on the lips and turning around almost immediately to continue berry picking.
“oh, by the way, i already have more strawberries than you.”
contains: oral (f receiving), fingering, some angst about catching feelings
a/n: i'm going to blame the prince!joshua discourse at @husbandhoshi's blog for this one. the idea for advisor!jeonghan comes from a big-brain anon at lily's blog and from @97-liners. i have attempted flowery prose and historical au (neither of which i'm good at) - i'm sure this contains a lot of inaccuracies (let's pretend that corsets and dresses work how i've written them xD). not proofread, as usual.
"j-jeongha-"
you stop yourself before you say his name, knowing you have no right to do so. he chuckles, his hot breath against your clit making it hard for you to hold your moans.
"i think you can call me by my name, m'lady", he nips your clit lightly, "infact, i insist on it".
m'lady. it's proper for you to be referred to by the title you've had since birth, but it sounds rather improper every time it escapes jeonghan's lips - it sounds almost wrong now, when he's murmuring it against your clenching cunt, your dress bundled up around your waist as you sit on the edge of his table.
he tightens his hold on your thighs and looks up at you, before sucking your clit harshly, his sharp eyes still on your face. your lip is almost bleeding from how hard you're biting it.
"you can be as loud as you want, my sweet", his fingers replace his mouth on your clit, "this area of the castle is isolated. no one will hear you."
ofcourse he knew what you were thinking. you wonder if there's a trick that the duke's eyes miss.
he sucks on your clit again, his finger reaching down to circle your entrance as you moan loudly. some part of your brain chides you for your grossly unlady-like behavior - you might be an advisor to the court and a well-known strategist in your own right, but years of conditioning still come back to haunt you when you step out of line. that voice, however, stands no chance against how jeonghan's lips feel around your clit.
the tip of his finger enters your cunt, and you gasp at the unfamiliar sensation. you've touched yourself before, but you've kept your explorations only to your clit, not understanding how having anything inside you could feel pleasurable - even your own fingers. in this moment, however, you're convinced you'll like whatever the duke has planned, and you seek some relief from the emptiness you feel.
to your disappointment, he retracts his finger, moving his hand to your thigh and rubbing soothing circles, his lips placing soft kisses on your clit as his eyes meet yours, a silent apology flashing through them.
"no, please", you don't think you've ever heard your voice so airy, "don't stop".
he blinks, waiting. oh, damn you, yoon jeonghan.
"inside me, please, your grace", your pants are loud in the quiet room.
"say my name", his eyes are resolute.
you whimper, your eyes closing at his demand. you know what he's asking for - saying the name of a nobleman an intimate gesture. it's what lovers do, and that's not what you are.
"inside me, please", you open your eyes, "jeonghan".
he places one last kiss on your thigh before diving in, licking your clit softly as one of his fingers slowly pushes into your cunt. the unfamiliar feeling is a little painful, but oh-so-magnificent. on instinct, you raise your hips, seeking pleasure.
jeonghan pulls back and pushes your hips back, shushing you when you whine at the absence of his lips. you feel his eyes on you as his finger explores your cunt, rubbing your walls, your loud moans the only sound in the office. he hits a spot inside you and you squeal, your hands white from how hard they're clutching the table.
"right there, my sweet?", he blows on your twitching clit.
garbles of "yes" escape you as he licks your clit, and you feel yourself getting closer you a release - one that feels much more intense than the ones you had given yourself. you moan his name as you come, and his tongue gentles in its ministrations - almost like it's soothing you through your orgasm.
he pulls back when you wince from sensitivity, nuzzling your inner thigh as you try to get your breathing under control. he rises up to his full height, his hands pulling down your dress as he kisses your breasts, the mounds spilling from the corset he had loosened earlier.
"feeling well, m'lady?", his eyes are tender despite the tease in his voice, and for a moment you let yourself hope that there could be more to your relationship than this clandestine encounter.
"yes, your gr- jeonghan", you correct yourself at the raise of his brow, suddenly feeling very naked.
"as much as i like you ruffled up, we should make you look decent", he pulls up your corset to cover your breasts, "we're expected at the court soon".
"oh we're not going to - i mean, i thought - ", you stutter, and a knowing look shadows his face.
"not like this", his eyes are gentle, "you deserve more than a quick fuck on my table", he pauses, "as much as i enjoy the notion".
"oh", you whisper, not knowing what to say.
he smiles and holds out his hand, helping you up and only letting go when you feel steady on your feet. he stands behind you and starts pulling at the intricate laces of your corset, before doing the same to your dress.
a sinking feeling settles in your stomach - as much as you've tried to deny it, you have to accept that you like the duke, maybe even love him. for all his deceptiveness and teasing, he is loyal to a fault - his integrity shining every time he's in his role as the chief advisor to the prince. for all his flirtations, he's never crossed a line with you until this afternoon - when you made the first move. for all his scheming, he's a good and decent man - who has haunted your dreams since the moment you met him, who you want more with.
more than the pleasure he's given you today, more than his protectiveness over you that he waves away as just "his duty as a gentleman", more than glances across the courtroom, more than pretending to not look for each other at royal balls. you want his body tangled with yours every night, you want his hand on your back when you're scared, you want his fond winks at royal dinners, you want his hand in yours in lovers' dances at balls.
you want him in ways you can't have him, because no one can have yoon jeonghan - a man committed to his job, not willing to let anyone in incase it backfires on the royal family - a family he considers his own. it's common knowledge that he has no intention of looking for a wife, not even to further his dukedom - he's publicly joked about how prince joshua should go ahead and assign his territory to "some boring social-climber".
you want jeonghan in all the ways he won't let himself be had, and the thought constricts your throat.
"you'd think they'd have made ladies' clothing simpler", his musing brings you back to the present.
"why, so you could take them off more easily?", you wonder if he can hear the defeat in your voice.
his fingers pause momentarily, resuming as he clears his throat. "i was thinking of your comfort", he murmurs softly.
you wish he'd be less tender with you, so you'd cry less about this later. you'd get over him sooner if he had tossed you out of his office half-naked, leaving you to fend for yourself. you're sure that would be less painful than the situation you find yourself in now, where his hands carefully fix your hair and his eyes fondly look over you to make sure you look decent. something breaks inside you when he presses his lips at the back of your neck, before holding out your coat for you.
the walk back to the courtroom is quiet - almost suffocatingly so. but you prefer it to having a conversation with the duke, you don't trust yourself to not say something you might regret later.
"are you attending the ball tonight?", he asks, his melodic voice echoing through the empty hall. you nod.
oh lovely, you think, we've come down to small-talk. jeonghan knows very well that you're going to attend - it is customary for all members of the court to attend. as much as you would like to make yourself scarce and cry your eyes out over port, you've just been promoted to the role of senior strategist in the court - your absence would be highly noticeable.
there's another reason you're not looking forward to tonight - it's the lunar ball, a traditional event held on full-moon night, famous for it's dreamy first dance - where only declared lovers (or couples who want to be seen as lovers) take the floor. you used to internally scoff at the cheesy tradition, but tonight it might further shatter your heart.
"i wonder", there's a hesitation in jeonghan's voice that you've never heard before, "will you save me the first dance?"
okay but since we’re on the topic of sub!Joshua imagine him trying to hold in his noises but you want to hear him 🤭😵💫
you can tell from the way joshua’s face is scrunched up that he’s holding back. he’s biting his lip so hard that you’re afraid he’s going to draw blood, and he can’t keep his eyes open no matter how many time you tell him to.
“shua, baby,” you say softly, stilling your hips on top of him.
joshua whines at the loss of stimulation, but simultaneously sighs in relief. he’d been seconds away from cumming, and you’d made it very clear that he was not allowed to until after you did.
he blinks open his eyes, squinting to make out your features in the dark room.
“you’re so tense,” you continue, rubbing your hands along his arms, his pecs, his stomach.
“just,” he pauses to gulp, “don’t wanna cum without permission.”
“aw were you getting close?”
he nods sheepishly. you make a noise of faux sympathy and then roll your hips once, without warning. he goes right back to biting his lip, muffling a whimper. you frown.
“don’t do that.”
“don’t do… what?”
“don’t hold back your pretty sounds, baby. i want to hear them.”
his cheeks go pink, but he nods obediently. “i’m sorry.”
you lean down to give him a reassuring kiss and then begin to move again, taking it slow at first before finding a steady rhythm that makes both of you feel good.
joshua’s initially embarrassed about the noises he’s making, but once he feels your walls fluttering around his cock in response to his moans he starts to gain confidence. every so often a whine of your name drifts past his lips and it makes your head spin, bringing you closer and closer to the edge each time.
“god you sound so pretty, shua,” you whimper, eyebrows furrowed in concentration.
the praise goes straight to his dick and joshua panics, frantically grabbing at your hips to try and still you before he cums, but it’s no use. you swat him away and anchor yourself with your hands on his shoulders. the change in position has your tits right in joshua’s face and he’s done for. it’s pathetic, really, how hard he cums right then despite fighting so desperately against it. he’s sure you’ll tell him as much. you’re already lifting yourself off of his lap, not letting him ride out his high.
joshua keeps his eyes shut even after the waves of pleasure pass. he doesn’t want to see the look of disappointment on your face.
“look at me.”
fuck.
he reluctantly does as he’s told, blurting out apologies before you can even get a word in. “i’m so sorry, baby… i tried to stop it! i-i’ll make it up to you, i promise.”
