Canon Robby doesn't wrap that shit as we know (Collins, I miss u already, this shit ain't fair), and we know FWB!Robby has issues concerning how he probably WANTS to get Sleepy pregnant...and somebody mentioned what if they had a pregnancy scare....
What if they did have a pregnancy scare? I have a feeling Robby would act the way you'd expect anyone to act when a period is supposed to come and it hasn't—other symptoms included.
Robby's cared, disappointed, and panicked; he's acting like this because he totally doesn't want to baby trap you. Honestly.
But then he's telling you that he promises he'll be there, that it'll be fine, that he probably won't be the best father, but he'll try. That, you know, this isn't so bad....and you're thinking, "Right. Robby's amazing, this won't be so bad. And you guys don't have to suddenly get together; co-parenting is a great option. And Robby is very, very good. There's not another man you'd choose to get you accidentally pregnant (or so you think)"
Then the pregnancy test comes back negative. And he makes you do another one? And when that one comes back negative, does he take you to get a blood test just to be sure?
Well, it truly was just a scare. Great. He's relieved.
Genre: Mutual Friendship, Hinted Mutual Crush, College Au, Friends with Benefits, Fluff/Angst if you squint.
⚠️Warnings⚠️: Alcohol consumption (reader is of Korean legal drinking age)
Word count: 491
━╋。[10:11pm] ‐ Close wasn't close enough. Behind the wheel, Jinwoo drove not too far from Hongdae. He checked his GPS navigation while he gripped the wheel the tiniest bit tighter. It was the 14th. A day of love, compassion, and care. Those three things he felt and more. Though he'd never admit it, you inspired his silent devotion in parallel to his detriment.
Inside Club XX, you downed some shooters alongside your friends despite your parched throat. During this time, you sucked on a lime wedge just as you whined your waist to your favorite song blasting from the speakers. The DJ made announcements over the loud music. Something about finding your other half.
Romantic love, at least, never found you. It was foreign in its familiarity. So close you could taste it. Or taste him, rather. You've played the hand you've been dealt many times, and in return: nothing. Nothing worthwhile. Sweetness from your chaser encouraged licked lips. Would it kill him to be honest? You shouldn't be the one to have to say it. Lust isn't in his blood. Never was.
Glancing around the bar and tapping your friend, you needed some air in spite of the fact that your previous rum with Coke was starting to win. She nodded, then told the others you wouldn't be long.
Between the intersection of Jandari-ro and Wausan-ro, mist lingered from drizzling rain hours before. Bold white stripes of the crosswalk were a neon red hue to then be washed out by beaming headlights.
An icy blue set of eyes met yours at the red light. You did a double take but shook your head. By the time you looked again, the car was gone. You were just seeing things. You had to be. Then your phone started buzzing in your back pocket. Putting it to your ear, you slowly leaned back against the nearby wall.
"Hello? Jinwoo?"
“I know it’s stupid, but I needed to hear your voice.”
You tucked your hair behind your ear while shifting your weight from one foot to the other.
"N-no, it's okay. I just thought you'd be busy tonight."
"Busy? You know I'll always make time for you." He paused. There was slight interference on his end. "But this is different. We need to talk. It's about...us."
"Us? I don't understand—"
"Look up for me, Aein?"
Just at that moment, your wandering gaze that didn't seem to settle met his. Instantly dropping your phone from your ear, Jinwoo took long strides as he flashed you a grin. Something like a somersault happened in your chest the minute you saw cellophane, craft paper, and tissue paper in his arms.
"This was your plan? That better not be a pity rose bouquet. Pity chocolate I’ll take, but that’s it." you remarked, smiling coquettishly.
He loomed closer, taking in the sight of you. What gap there was, was nonexistent. There were 50,000 won bills wrapped around the glittered petals.
"Depends, do you love me or chocolate more?”
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A/N - Aein is a term of endearment, it means sweetheart in Korean.
Warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader (they try to switch it up but it’s just not in them), athlete!jk, medstudent!reader, rough sex, praise kink, spit kink, slight overstimulation, worried kook, anxiety :(
Jungkook knew, when you texted him a 'come over' at 11:56PM on a Sunday, that college was kicking your ass. It was finals period so the real question was who's ass wasn't being kicked, but he knew it took a lot for you to admit your ass was being kicked, yet you did text him a straight-up invite to fuck - instead of calling him and beating around the bush to see who'd cave first like you always did.
Obviously, being Jeon Jungkook, he didn't even think of complaining or refusing your invite but you both knew there would be a snarky little teasing remark about your urgency to be with him. He had thought of a million ways to tease you on the way to your dorm. Still, as soon as you opened the door to your room all of the witticisms that had come to his mind throughout the ride vanished, leaving him with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips, while his eyes analyzed your freshly washed hair, your deep dark circles, and your chapped lips. You didn't greet him, opting to just turn around, walk to the kitchen to get a bottle of cold water, and leave him to close the door on his way in.
Jungkook found this - not being greeted with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, like always - weird, to say the least. Among every single soul he had gotten to know in his two years as a college student, you had to be the kindest, sweetest, and warmest person he had ever met, which contrasted a lot with the rest of the people he knew. Most people in college, at least in the environment he was in being an athlete and belonging to a frat, got a little consumed by the freedom of being in college and away from parents and further responsibilities, and most often than not got a little presumptuous and a tiny bit too extroverted, surrendering to bad habits.
You weren't like that tho. You were still in your first year of college and hadn't experienced the tumultuous life of college parties and alcohol because (1) you didn't exactly get along with the popular people that got invited to parties and (2) even if you did get invited to parties, you didn't really like them - too many people and way too loud music. Jungkook had met you in the coffee shop you worked in. It was near college and had the best iced coffee ever. You were a pretty girl and had a cute smile so you immediately caught his attention but he didn't even try to get your number because you just emanated that quirky nerdy energy to you and that was exactly what he wasn't looking for in a girl. Basically you were far from anything close to his type. Actually, he wasn't even looking for a girl - his life was busy already and the last thing he needed was another distraction.
Still, there was no denying you when a month of stolen glances and shy smiles passed and you handed Jungkook his cup of iced coffee with your number written under his name on the name tag. He remembers panicking and not taking any advances toward you the week after you gave him your number. He didn't even go to get coffee through that week. You genuinely thought you had scarred the man away. But after he saw you in a denim skirt and a black crop top walking through uni, he couldn't help but send you a little text.
Since then you two had been casually hanging out - which was a way of saying you had been having casual sex, with absolutely no strings attached and no expectations from either side. Jungkook did consider you a friend and he thought your playful banter and fun conversations meant you also saw him as a close friend. And you two had gotten closer than a lot of Jungkook's other friends because, in his eyes, you were without a doubt the most genuine person he had ever met and you always brought a feeling of freshness with you whenever you two got together. He liked you.
He came inside your room to see what seemed like anatomy sketches and notes sprawled everywhere on your bedroom floor. "Is everything ok?" he asked once you came into your room with your water bottle. "Yeah, I've just been having a hard time focusing and decided to take a break and go take a cold shower," you said, your voice sweet as ever. You set the water bottle on top of your wooded desk and walked towards him in your tank top and tight pajama shorts. "Thought you could help me focus a little better too," you whispered, enveloping his neck with both your arms. His hands were automatically placed on your hips while his head reached down to gently kiss you on the lips.
You guided him to seat on the edge of your bed while still kissing him and straddled his lap with your legs on each side of his hips, feeling his big hands groping the flesh of your thighs. You griped the thin dark hairs on the bottom of his head and pulled them a little, smiling against Jungkook's lips when he gasped against you at the little pull.
Jungkook wasn't exactly convinced that everything was okay and that you were just having trouble focusing. He knew you struggled with anxiety and could get a little too lost in your studies, even forgetting to take care of yourself.
You felt Jungkook's hand land on your right arm to pull you back a little "W-wait y/n, is everything okay? Have you eaten today?" he asked, watching your brows furrow and your legs starting to get off of his lap. You stood up, the annoyance was obvious on your expression and Jungkook had never even seen an ounce of that on you.
"Why do you care?" you asked, angry but still wearing the same quiet and sweet as honey tone of voice. "Listen, I really have to study. I called you here for a reason but if you're not in the mood, you should go. I have things to do and I don't want to waste my tim-"
"Ok, ok," Jungkook muttered seeing as your face started getting red and your behavior became more and more erratic and restless. "Come back here," he reached for your hand, pulling you into him once again and forcing you to sit back on his lap. And you did, looking down at your hands while Jungkook placed his hands on your hips and stayed quiet, just looking at you with a soft look in his eyes.
"I'm fine, I just need to relieve some tension," you quietly explained, fidgeting with your fingers like a little kid on Jungkook's lap.
"I get it," he whispered as his lips started puckering little kisses all the way from your cheek to the skin of your neck. You rested your arms on his shoulders, pulling him closer and letting him suckle on your neck. "I'll make you feel good."
In a second his hands were under your tank top, fondling your braless chest while you rolled your hips down into his, moaning into his hair as you felt his hardening length poking your leg. You reached down his back grabbed his sweatshirt and tugged it up to try and get it on your floor. Sensing your struggle with his clothes, Jungkook maneuvered to free himself of his sweatshirt and rid you of your tank top too. Almost automatically Jungkook's mouth was on your right nipple, his tongue massaging it and teasing you with little bites, while his hand fondled your other breast. You tilted your head back in pleasure, letting out breathy moans of Jungkook's name to which he buckled his hips up.
Soon both your sleeping shorts and his jeans were next to the rest of your clothing and Jungkook's fingers were cupping your heat. "God, you're so wet," Jungkook whimpered feeling the wetness already sipping through your panties, immediately pulling them to the side and running two of his fingers through your slit. “Bet you spent the whole day thinking of my cock, haven’t you?”
You nodded and hissed at the feeling of Jungkook inserting two of his fingers inside you abruptly, and pumping them in and out in a fast motion, not even giving you the time to adjust. Everything about Jungkook was big - his height, his cock, his fingers. Two of his fingers were thicker that three of yours, which was all you could handle when you played with yourself, but whenever you and Jungkook got together you knew you needed the preparation.
"I need you," you whined and he chuckled, husky and teasing, with his plump lips just beside your ear. You reached for the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to reveal his hard shaft, that hit his abdomen. So close to you you could feel its heat. You humped your hips against his thighs, trying to get some friction after he removed his fingers from your pussy, and heard Jungkook groan, feeling the urgency in your hasty movements, watching the desire in your eyes, and earing the neediness in your high-pitched moans.
“You think you can take me already?” he asked, half serious, half teasing, and you nodded quickly, watching the smug grin on Jungkook’s face grow.
You always got so lost whenever Jungkook was near. His presence alone was intoxicating. He was able to overpower the habitual struggle of always reaching for something, always aiming to be someone. He allowed you to be whoever you were. He allowed you to be no one if that's what you wanted - he always managed to make you feel hyperaware of every single sensation that sparked through your body and that was enough. With Jungkook, you could fall apart. He'd be the death of you and you'd let him.
He reached down, grabbing your hips and lifting you a little so his dick would align with your entrance. He let you fall suddenly so his entire length would penetrate you and you hissed, shutting your eyes closed at the sudden intrusion. No matter how many times you two did this, you'd never get used to Jungkook's size. He reached his hand in between your sweaty bodies and quickly found your clit, rubbing quick circles against the hard nub.
"C'mon baby, move," he groaned before thrusting his hips up harshly. You cried out and he moved forward to envelop your waist in his arms, pressing light feathery kisses against your temple. "Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my dick."
You settled your knees on the space next to his hips, on each side, finding support to move on top of him, and placed your tiny hands on Jungkook's strong shoulders. You moved your body all the way up slowly until only his tip was inside of you. And then started moving back down at the same slow pace, defeatedly crying out at the size of him. "That's it, slow and steady baby," his voice guttural as his lips ghosted on yours, barely touching.
You repeated the motion, starting to fasten your pace when the burn of his size subsided and all that was left was the pleasure of feeling completely full of his cock. "You fill me up so good, Kook,” you whimpered and heard the deep groan Jungkook left out. He was losing patience. Jungkook wasn't a patient man and you knew that the pace at which you could comfortably ride him wasn't the pace he could reach when he was in control. Jungkook was an animalistic lover, going fucking feral whenever he got to be inside your pussy. You could see the self-control in his expression, the clenched jaw, shut eyes, and furrowed brows said it all for you.
It didn't take long until his self-control went out the window. All it took was a loud cry of his name out your mouth when you rolled your hips in a certain way so that your clit would rub against his pelvis. He thrust his hips up roughly, his abs clenching and let out a high-pitched whimper at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He then planted his feet firmly against the floor of your bedroom and leaned back, laying himself down on the matters and bringing your forwards with him. He placed both his hands on your ass cheeks, grabbing them hard and spreading them to start to fuck up into you, setting the pace that he wanted, rough and fast. You leaned forward, clinging to every single portion of skin you could touch, screaming out moans of pleasure.
"Fuck, love this pussy so much, always so warm and tight," he groaned into your hair and grabbed your waist so he could lay you down on the mattress, now on your back. He settled between your legs, grabbing your thighs and opening them as wide as they could possibly go, aligning himself with your hole, and going back to fucking you mercilessly. His eyes fluttered and the drag of your velvety walls against the sensitive skin of his dick, and his lips brushing against yours.
Jungkook groaned at the sound of your wet pussy sucking his cock in, reaching his hand up to roughly grab your face, forcefully pressing his fingers against your jaw. Your teary eyes locked with his lustful ones just for him to messily press an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. You couldn't keep up with his pace. You never could and you loved it that way. You loved just how messy he always made you. You loved how he used your body like you were a lifeless fuck doll, with little to no care about how you felt. You loved it just the way he did it. You loved to be fucked hard and fast.
Jungkook got on his knees, grabbing both your legs to support them on his shoulders, chasing his own pleasure. He reached so deep inside of you in the new position you felt your eyes roll back. His eyes opened and he took your fucked out figure in - teary eyes, heavy breaths, plump red lips wet with drool, wild messy hair, sweaty shiny skin, his dick poking your tummy every time he went in deep. You're so tiny compared to him, sometimes he wonders how you could take his huge cock like you always do.
"You're perfect, so fucking beautiful," he whispered reaching forward to bring his lips to yours. He pressed a messy kiss to your lips, his hips still pistoning against yours. "Such a pretty, pretty girl," he whined against your lips before pressing another kiss to them, this one softer and lighter. You brought your hands up his back, scratching him in the process and he let out a breathy moan, whiny and needy.
"Fuck Kook, I'm almost there," you cried out and Jungkook reached between your bodies to rub your clit. Gasps and moans flew out your mouth as he fastened his pace.
"Come for me, princess," and you do, going over the edge quickly after you feel his fingers pinching your clit, your pussy squelching every time he bottoms out while his fingers continued circling your sensitive nub. You feel his pace slowing down and his cock throbs from the feeling of your pussy tightening around his dick. He pulled back to watch the point where your bodies connected, the way his shiny cock went all the way in and out until only his tip was left, and then back to the warmth of your pussy, and the way your juices coated the whole length of his dick and pooled on your ass too to the point where your sheets were soaked.
Jungkook grabbed your hips, lifting them slightly and going back to the furious pace he'd set earlier, chasing an orgasm of his own, not caring at all about how overstimulated you were. You gasped and clenched the sheets under you in your fists, biting your bottom lip.
"Open your mouth," Jungkook groaned, leaning forward closer to your face. You did as told and soon after he spit in your mouth,, a bit of drool hitting your cheek instead of your mouth and he instantly feels your walls tightening once again around his cock. You instantly swallow it and he's caught off guard when you gather the spit on your cheek onto your finger and suck it clean. "Such a fucking slut," he moaned and felt his cock throb inside you. His brain was heady with lust and he could think of nothing except for your pussy. He couldn't control the volume of his moans when you reached down to rub your clit, warning him of a second orgasm. He loses it, rutting into you like a desperate beast until ribbons of white cum are spewing out of his dick and stuffing you full. The feeling of his cum inside you sent you over the edge once again and you're gasping and crying out along with him, as the tightening of your walls prolongs his high.
Jungkook fell heavy on top of you and your hands were quickly directed to his dark locks of hair, now partially drenched in sweat. You felt his heavy breaths against the skin of your neck and his panting chest against yours.
"Was I too rough?" he asked after a few minutes of just laying there and recomposing his breathing paces.
"No, it was just what I needed," you answered and he chuckled, pressing a quick peck against your neck, tickling you.
"Can I stay the night? Don't feel like driving back home," he asked, finally getting off you to lay on his back, next to you instead.
"I don't think I'm gonna sleep tonight," you answered nuzzling your face against Jungkook's chest. "You can sleep here though, no problem."
"What do you mean you're not gonna sleep tonight?" he asked, his voice sounding a lot more worried already. "Don't you have class tomorrow?"
"Yeah, but I have an exam on friday and I couldn't study properly the whole day, so I'll study now."
"Y/n, you need to rest. You spent the whole weekend studying. You're coming to sleep with me now," he argued, standing up from your bed and trying to grab your hand to take you to take a bath.
"Kook, I already said I have to study. You're not entitled to just tell me what to do. I already decided I will spend the night studying and you can't tell me not to!" you snapped and Jungkook raised his hands in defeat. He moved and started to grab his clothes and get dressed, while you sat up on your bed. "What are you doing?"
"Going home. If you already decided you're gonna spend the night studying like a fucking maniac I might as well go sleep in my own bed," he grumbled and you just watched him getting dressed, trying to figure out if this was your fault or if he was being an actual asshole for not respecting your schedules.
"Are you seriously getting mad at me because I need to study?"
"I'm not mad y/n," he sighed. "I just think that you can't take care of yourself for shit. I'm sure all you've eaten since Friday was a fucking apple and two protein bars and you're probably running on two hours of sleep. And now I try to help and you lash out at me?" he expresses his anger in the calmest way possible and his eyes don't express anything other than worrisome. "I'm going home, now. Do whatever you want," he said, coming closer to you, that were still seating down on your bed, and leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. He was angry but he wouldn’t just leave without a kiss because that would just give you something else to overthink about. He always kissed your forehead on his way out.
He was driving towards his house but you still persisted in his mind. Had you slept at all throughout the whole weekend? And what exactly had you eaten in the last two days? Also, tomorrow was Monday and your first class was at 9AM from what he remembered from the timetable you had stuck on your bedroom door. So how were you planning on not sleeping?
He doesn't remember making any rational decision to stop in front of a convenience store to buy two boxes of instant chicken noodles and a pack of tea bags. He didn't exactly think it through. It was just a random thought that popped out and he just did it, like it was second nature to take care of you.
Suddenly, he was back at your door, knocking on the door, to find you already washed up, and brushing your teeth. "Wha- are yo-doin- here?" you asked, words muffled from the toothbrush in your mouth.
"I brought noodles because you actually have to eat something and you're having a cup of tea after to calm your nerves, so you can come to bed with me. Does that sound good?"
"Kook-"
"I don't even care, you have no choice. You are going to sleep tonight. I'm not letting you fuck up your body and your health over an exam," he interrupted you, already angry and the furrowed brows were back to tell you that he wasn't taking no for an answer anytime soon. And then he turned his back to you, walking towards your tiny kitchen to start cooking the noodles, apparently still angry.
You finished brushing your teeth and then walked up to Jungkook, a huge smile on your face that he didn't see because his broad back was turned to you. You enveloped his waist with your arms.
"Thank you for taking care of me," you whispered and he turned back to you, picking you up to take you in his arms as if you were a total baby as your legs circled his torso.
"Well, someone has to," he answered with a teasing smile on his lips, and you quickly leaned forward to kiss it away. "Now, you're staying up here. I don't know to which extent you won't just faint from how long you haven't eaten if I put you down."
Eventually, he did let you down and you two finished cooking together. After you ate together in comfortable silence he made you tea, which you drank in the warmth of your bed and then you laid down as he wrapped your body in his arms.
"Oh I forgot to tell you," you exclaimed from the space between Jungkook's shoulder and neck, where your face was nuzzled. "You're a great stress relief, I'll start calling you every time I'm having a nervous breakdown," you laughed and Jungkook's arms got tighter around you.
"You know you can, right? Call me if you are having a nervous breakdown, I mean," he whispered against your hair.
When you and Jungkook started hanging out, it wasn’t suposed to unvolve any kind of commitment. You were studying medicine and he was an athlete. You both had busy lives and a relationship was the last thing you needed. Everyone needed good sex from time to time tho, so that’s what you agreed on.
But you meant a lot more that just sex to Jungkook. And Jungkook’s meant a lot more than sex to you.
“I will, from now on.” you whispered, looking him in the eye and sending him a gentle smile.
It was in the way Jungkook’s arms were the most comfortable place you could think of even if you thought of your own home. There was no other place you’d rather be, when you’re in his arms. Nothing felt more like home than his arms. And it’s in the way the smell of your hair and the tone of your voice lifted the weight Jungkook was used to carry on his shoulders throughout the whole week. He could relax completely around you. He knew that when he was with you there was no pressure. You accepted him just the way he was. It’s in the way you loved when Jungkook’s eyes shone brighter when he talked about his passions or in the way he loved to take you to new restaurants because he couldn’t get enough of you childishly humming and dancing to random songs when you tasted food you liked.
It was in the way you just laid down that night and stared at each other for minutes on end, not saying a word. And in the way he moved his hand to run his fingers through your hair. And in the way you roamed your eyes throught his face, just to end up kissing his lips gently. And in the way you just closed your eyes, going to sleep with your arms around each other.
hello! first of all i'm sooooo happy you're back! literally screamed when i saw your notifications omg i've missed you so much 🫶
and for drabble request: “my mother adores you.” with fwb!jungkook pls? <33
drabble 001
member jeon jeongguk (jungkook)
au friends with benefits
in the middle of the meeting, you look down at your phone, rolling your eyes and holding back a smile, barely paying attention to what your father says. beside him, your mother sits smiling calmly, constantly fixing her hair in what you recognise as an act of boredom; you can't blame her, considering you feel the same way.
"excuse me," you say quietly, tucking your chair back under the table and slipping out of the back door, almost certain that your father will have something to say about it when the meeting is over.
you look down at your phone, chuckling quietly to yourself, before lifting it to your ear.
"yo," jeongguk answers.
"what now?" you say, leaning against the wall. "this better be good; i'm about to get roasted by my dad for leaving a meeting."
"so... is that a yes to you being free right now then?"
"what do you need?"
"can i come up?"
"tsk. if you must."
"oh, i must, alright. i must hard."
"oh god," you groan. "right now? with my parents in the same building? you've got balls, jeon."
"what? no! no, i wasn't talking about sex," jeongguk says, gasping. "although, if you're down... hey, i'm not gonna complain."
"hmm. maybe i don't want you to come up after all."
"no, come on, i swear i'll be quick!"
"wow, give yourself a bit more credit than that, babe."
"i'm dead serious right now," jeongguk says, straightfaced. "seriously. blue or black?"
your eyes dart back and forth between a pair of black slacks and a pair of navy blue slacks jeongguk holds in each hand, before looking up at him, speechless.
"you pulled me out of a meeting to help you pick out pants?" you ask, scoffing. "my dad's gonna kill us both."
"hey, i've seen your dad on tv. he dresses nice. if anyone will appreciate this dilemma i've got going on, it'll be him," jeongguk replies, lips pursed as he looks down at the pair of black slacks, before his gaze drifts over to the navy pair.
"tch. yeah right. a stylist dresses my parents before they appear at a press conference, or on tv, or anywhere where there's cameras."
"wait, for real? damn, who's your stylist then? maybe they can help me choose which pants to wear."
you shut your eyes and sigh, arms crossed over your chest as you sit down in your chair behind your desk.
"what do you need to wear these pants for anyway?" you ask. "i've never seen you in anything but ripped jeans, sweatpants, or nothing at all. i didn't even think you owned slacks."
"oh, i didn't. i just bought these today," jeongguk says, sitting in the armchair directly across from you, pants draped over his leg. "as for why i need these pants... that's a secret."
you arch an eyebrow. "a secret?"
"all you need to know is that i'll be wearing them at a pretty fancy restaurant, that i most definitely probably can't afford, but am going to anyway."
"oh my god." you lean forward, eager, grin growing on your lips. "you finally asked hana out, didn't you?"
"i'd rather die, babe."
"where're you taking her? somewhere in gangnam, i bet."
"i don't wanna be within three feet of her – ever."
you throw your head back and laugh, falling back into your seat.
"alright, alright, fine, don't tell me. regardless of where you're wearing the pants, i think it's best you try them on and see which ones suit you more," you say, shrugging.
"oh. good idea," jeongguk says, suddenly rising to his feet, fingers already undoing his belt buckle.
"wait, here?"
"you've seen me in worse conditions, sweet cheeks."
"i— yeah, okay, good point. go ahead."
"also, after this thing that i'm going to at the very fancy restaurant i can't afford, you wanna come over after? i don't anticipate a very successful outcome, so i'll need to let off some steam somehow."
"you have such a way with words, jeongguk," you say, laughing.
"yeah, yeah. i'm a real poet," jeongguk says, unzipping his jeans and pushing them down his legs. "how 'bout it? wanna fu—"
"_____? we need to t—"
with his pants halfway down his thighs, jeongguk freezes at the sound of your office door swinging open, your parents storming in and abruptly stopping at the sight of him, almost pants-less.
"oh my!" your mother cries, hand on her chest.
"what the hell is this?!" your father cries, lurching forward.
"wait, wait, wait! dad, wait!" you say, quickly standing and rounding your desk to stand between your parents and jeongguk, who frantically fumbles, trying to pull his jeans back up.
"why is a boy taking his pants off in front of you in your office?!"
"i told him to."
"you did what?!"
"wait, dad! that's not what i meant!" you cry, holding your hands out in front of you. "not like that! this is... well, i guess there's no time like the present. this is my... uh, friend, jeongguk. uh, jeongguk? these are my parents?"
"it's very nice— oh shit." jeongguk fixes his hold on his jeans, not properly done up yet, gathering the button and zipper and his belt in one hand to hold out the other towards your father. "it's very nice to meet you, sir. ma'am."
realising your father won't budge, your mother reaches out to gently shake jeongguk's hand with polite laughter.
"well, this is certainly one way to meet someone new," she says.
tripping over his foot, jeongguk stumbles slightly, almost losing his hold on his pants.
"uh, maybe you guys should go to dad's office?" you suggest. "maybe let jeongguk get dressed?"
"yes, of course," your mother says. "let's give him some space. come on, dear."
"we'll talk about this later," your father says, stern, not taking his eyes off jeongguk, even as your mother tugs on his arm to pull him out of the room.
"well," jeongguk says quietly over your shoulder, fixing his pants properly and doing up his belt. "that was... surprising."
"oh yeah. that's definitely how i wanted you to meet my parents. my dad loves you. my mother adores you. they'll be asking you to marry me next week, i just know it."
"hey, it could've been worse. i could've been completely naked."
you sigh, following your parents, arm outstretched to shut your office door. "you couldn't wait a couple hours to ask me about your stupid pants dilemma?"
"oh, um, wait! _____'s mom and dad!" jeongguk says, raising his hand just before your parents can leave your office entirely. "can i ask you both something?"
you whip your head around so fast, you're surprised you don't pull something in your neck.
"for the love of god, jeon jeongguk, don't," you say quietly, eyes wide.
jeongguk ignores you.
"do you think black slacks or navy blue slacks would look better on me?"
Summary: reader starts to lose herself being in piltover for so long she takes a visit home to find herself again
Modern/fwb!au viktor x Feral!read
He's yelling, I can tell jayce is yelling. I can't hear it though, it's all blurred together why is he yelling? I was standing up for myself it was the first time in awhile so why is he yelling? I don't want him to yell I don't deserve this. "God are you even listening y/n?!" Finally I focus glaring at him.
"No jayce I'm not why would I you're screaming at me even though I've not done anything wrong! I was fucking defending myself!" I snapped finally standing up to face him this isn't me I don't sit and quietly take it so why was I? I know better then that.
"You can't fight everyone who says something you don't like y/n! You aren't in the slums anymore! You don't need to act like street trash!" He froze, he knew he sad something bad. I just laughed, all I could do was laugh.
"Wow jayce why don't you tell me what you truly think? So what if I'm not the peltie skank you wanted me to turn into?! What if I'm not acting like street trash?! Cause I'm not! I made it clear from the first day we met I was garbage right?" My blood began to boil, how dare he? I started to step closer to him no one was allowed to speak to me like that. I stopped feeling someone grab my arm I whipped around ripping my arm away from viktor, no he couldn't yell at me to, he couldn't side with jayce after what he just said. "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!" I quickly stepped away from them both curling into myself. Breathing is starting to get harder, why can't I breathe? I quickly stood straight holding the same air of confidence I always held, glaring at the two men before walking out of the lab slamming the door behind myself. Everything after that was a blur after that all I knew was I ended up back home, back on the streets in the old rundown bar my father owns. Sighing I made my way through the bar dodging people before I reached the stairs. I hesitated before beginning the walk up I was nervous to see him again I hadn't seen him since I moved to piltover, as I reached the door of his office I knocked before walking in smiling weakly at him as he stared shocked. "Hey dad…" he smiled at me inviting me sit. After that we talked and he offered me to stay and work in the bar for as long as I need, and from there I lost track of the time not realizing it bad been a month to he had pointed it out to me. Once he had pointed it out a guilt began to sink in, none of my friends knew where I was, if I was even alive. I still stayed I wasn't sure if they wanted me to come back, after debating for another week I decided to go back if not to see them to just pick up all my things. After saying goodbye to my father I packed the very few things I had and left pondering all the ways this could go wrong. As soon as I got back I went straight to viktors dorm hoping he'd be there, unsurprisingly he wasn't. I dropped my bag looking around his messy room, it was never like this he hated when it got messy, so why is it now? I shouldn't be thinking about this I need to go apologize. Sighing I quickly changed into some of the clean clothes I had in viks closet before heading to the lab anxiety building till I got there I carefully opened the broken door, I assume it's from when I slammed it. Taking a deep breath I walk in only seeing jayce staring at me with a dumb look. "Hey jayce…"
"Y/n!" Before I could say anything else jayce was hugging me so tight I could hardly breath. I roll my eyes but let him as he apologized
"Yeah yeah I get it jayce now let go you stupid monkey you're suffocating me" whining and pushing him away he let's go smiling.
"We didn't think you were coming back… vik just went to get coffee he'll be back soon… I'm gonna go see if Mel needs anything" he smiled at me before quickly leaving knowing I'd want to talk to vik alone. I looked around the lab looked tbe exact same as always I walked towards viks desk looking it over before hopping up to sit on it and wait. Why is he taking so long? He's just getting coffee, did he find out I'm here an decide to not come back? Before my thoughts go any further the door opened to reveal a very disheveled viktor if you could even call it that. To anyone who didn't know him he'd look fine but I could tell he was upset. "Vik what's wrong?" I quickly hop off the desk and walk over to him cupping his cheek feeling his warm tears on his cheek I quickly began to panic. "Vik what's going on?" I watched as he dropped his cane hugging me tightly leaning all his weight into me.
"You left… and I didn't know where you went… I didn't think you were coming back…" his shoulders shook as he sobbed flinging onto me, I hugged him back tightly before pulling away slightly to cup his cheeks gently looking him in his eyes.
"I will always come back vik I'm sorry I disappeared I just needed to find myself again" I leaned up gently kissing him.
Prologue | Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII | Part IX | Alternate Ending I
Genre: angst, fluff, SMUT
Pairing: Baekhyun x Female Reader x Sehun
Word Count: 5.4k
Summary: You find yourself in a friends-with-benefits situation with your best friend. You have no business falling for him, but your heart begs to differ.
Holding himself accountable was something that Baekhyun hadn’t quite mastered. And he seemed to be the root of all the problems that had come crashing into his life uninvited and unannounced. But he felt like he wasn’t the only person at fault.
Putting himself aside, he wondered why you hadn’t been more adamant. Why hadn’t you just come straight out, to say all the things you wanted to? Did you not know how? Did you lack the strength? Were you unsure? And putting himself into the equation, he wondered why he hadn’t been more adamant. Why hadn’t he just come straight out, to say all the things he wanted to? Did he not know how? Did he lack the strength? Was he unsure?
Why had he chosen Kira over you? Kira was pure; she didn’t have the same kind of past Baekhyun did. And to be honest, Baekhyun hadn’t been honest with her about his past or the feelings he had for you that still lingered. He realized that he wasn’t quite over you. The events of the night had made that quite clear not only to himself but to Evie too. If she noticed, who else did? Was it that obvious?
Baekhyun had become the kind of guy that all girls complained about. The kind of guy that claims he doesn’t want the girl but then gets jealous when she brings a new guy around. The kind of guy that has a girlfriend but still doesn’t want the other girl to date other people. How was something like that fair?
It was a bad idea to come here, he realized. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to start or end. Everyone was supposed to get together and have a good time at this party and he’d ruined things. He ruined the mood and brought a dark cloud over the group. He needed to apologize. Even if you never forgave him or never spoke to him again, he at least needed to apologize. The talk with Evie opened his eyes to a point of view he hadn’t really considered.
He returned to the party and noticed you standing on the balcony with Drew as he smoked a joint. Baekhyun took the opportunity to join the two of you. He wasn’t sure where Sehun had gone off to but Baekhyun assumed that he’d be back eventually.
“Hey,” he started. “Can we talk, Y/N?”
You’d been in the middle of laughing and the smile faded immediately upon seeing him. You turned your head the other way. It hurt him a bit, but he continued with what he set out to do anyway. This was the path he chose and the least he could do is apologize for everything.
Drew took one last pull and cleared his throat after he blew out the smoke. He ashed his joint and put it in a ziploc bag before putting it back in his pocket. You said, “I don’t think—” At that, Drew nudged you. You rolled your eyes. “Fine. Sure, let’s talk.” Drew gave you a wink before leaving the two of you on the balcony alone. He knew that Baekhyun had fucked up but he also knew that things would never get better if you kept blocking him off every time. Both of you, Drew decided, needed to grow the fuck up and speak through your issues like the adults that you were supposed to be.
As the balcony door clicked shut, you turned your back to him and said, “What do you want?”
“To apologize,” said Baekhyun. “I wanted to apologize for everything. For being an asshole tonight, for leading you on back then, and for not being honest with how I felt about you. I know it doesn’t seem like it but I cared about you. I still do, Y/N...and it hurts not to be able to talk to you. I miss us. I miss being friends, at least…”
You bit your lip, still turned away from him. Hearing that he missed you made you feel better. You’d missed him, too. You missed talking to him and sharing memes on Twitter. You missed being able to bullshit around campus with him between classes and going over to each others’ apartments. You missed hanging out with him, outside of the sex. You missed him being your person and being able to tell him just about anything. You decided to put your angry feelings aside, just to hear him out and not to add any more fuel to the fire that he’d started tonight.
You missed him more than anything but it was a little too late for all of this now. If he’d told you this sooner, before things got more serious with Sehun, maybe you would’ve felt differently. But he was with Kira now so, in the end, did how you feel really even matter?
“We could’ve been friends,” you said, in a voice so low that he could barely hear you. He stepped closer to you, leaning over the balcony ledge next to you. He looked at you but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him right now. If you looked at him, your sense of judgment might shift. If you didn’t look at him, you wouldn’t be tempted to say all of the words you wanted to say to him… They were all of the words he’d never hear you say.
“What?” he asked.
“I said that we...could’ve been friends. You led me on, Baekhyun. I really thought we were going to be together and then you chose someone else. Do you have any idea how that felt?”
Baekhyun looked down at the city below him. It was dark but there were still some people lingering on the streets from what he could see. Were they lost? Were they going somewhere? Were they feeling how he was? Lost, confused, and frustrated with the cards and the hands he’d been dealt?
“Kind of how it feels for me right now, I guess,” he said. “I know it’s not fair for me to feel this way...since I chose someone else. But I can’t help but feel hurt...seeing you with Sehun.”
You didn’t say anything. Deep down, you knew that was why he’d been acting like this all night. Like a lot of people out in the world, Baekhyun could dish it but he couldn’t take it. He left you on your ass and chose someone else. But he wasn’t satisfied with that and he had the audacity to be jealous of the new bond you were trying to make with Sehun. Part of you understood; humans were often selfish beings and they often felt things that didn’t make sense.
Even still, it didn’t take the hurt away. It didn’t erase the feelings of hope that you had back then. It didn’t erase the fact that he hurt you in a way that you thought he never would. It didn’t take you back in time, to undo all the damage that had been done. It didn’t mend your broken heart.
Anger flared up in you again and, finally, you turned to meet his eyes. “You don’t have the right to be jealous, Baekhyun! You chose her.” You bit your lip, holding back a tear that threatened to follow. “How could you choose her over me and then come here and be jealous as soon as you see that someone else is interested in me? Someone who actually wants me and gives a shit.”
A pang of hurt hit him right in the heart. He looked into your eyes, a little more deeply than you needed him to. “Is that what you think? Of course I give a shit about you, Y/N! You’re all I can think about most days. And I wish that I could talk to you but you made it clear that you don’t want anything to do with me. And it hurts. It fucking hurts me, Y/N! I know you must think I’m some monster that doesn’t have feelings but I do…I know I hurt you too and that it doesn’t excuse anything but...” He sucked his teeth. “I admit it! I made the wrong decision, Y/N. I made all the wrong decisions and that’s on me. It’s my fault and I know it. I ruined everything we had and I fucking hate myself everyday for it. I can’t help that I’m in love with you, Y/N...”
A tear fell down your cheek. This was all too much. “I’m too drunk for this,” you said, clapping your hands together. You left Baekhyun on the balcony where he stood. And you were too fast for him to grab your hand.
Had he said too much?
*
Kira came back to the apartment with her friends, carrying the cases of White Claw. She saw the entrance to the balcony through the kitchen and went through it, curious to where it led. She hadn’t realized that the balcony wrapped around to the other side of the apartment. And then she heard a familiar voice as she started toward the corner. She stopped,
“—it hurts. It fucking hurts me, Y/N! I know you must think I’m some monster that doesn’t have feelings but I do…I know I hurt you too and that it doesn’t excuse anything but...I admit it! I made the wrong decision, Y/N. I made all the wrong decisions and that’s on me. It’s my fault and I know it. I ruined everything we had and I fucking hate myself everyday for it. I can’t help that I’m in love with you, Y/N...”
Kira’s heart dropped, tears falling down her face. She bit her lip, unsure of what to do next. Everything made sense now. Baekhyun’s behavior and yours, too. He was jealous because he was in love with her. More tears came as the realization set in. She watched as you walked off the balcony and back to the party. But Baekhyun stayed behind. He didn’t try to go after her. Kira heard him sigh loudly to face the street.
Kira rationalized with herself for about two minutes. She wasn’t the confrontational type but she deserved answers, at least. Baekhyun still hadn’t moved, completely lost in his thoughts. So she took the opportunity to walk over to him. Her heeled boots clicked against the concrete, slowly taking steps to the answers that she deserved.
“I meant everything I said, Y/N,” Baekhyun said, as he turned around. Unfortunately, it was the last person he expected to find him here. From the look on his girlfriend’s face, he knew that she’d overheard at least part of what he said to you.
She looked at him, one hand on her hip. “How long have you been cheating on me?”
“I’m not cheating on you, Kira,” he said. “I’ve never cheated on you.”
“Don’t lie to me, Baekhyun…”
“I’m not lying.”
Her lip quivered, unable to hold in her hurt for much longer. “Our whole relationship is a lie, right? You don’t even love me...”
“I care about you, Kira. I do like you.”
“But you don’t love me. You never will...because you’re in love with her.”
Baekhyun didn’t answer. What she said didn’t require an answer but he didn’t have much to say. He didn’t expect her to find out like this. She wasn’t supposed to be here right now. He had planned on breaking up with her but he didn’t plan on her finding out like this. Not only had he possibly ruined things with you but things were most likely going to end with Kira tonight—right now.
She pushed him in frustration. He lost his balance and stumbled backward. “Why?”
Kira hit him again but he held his ground this time. “Why?”
She hit him again and again, taking her frustrations out on him. “Why, Baekhyun?”
Baekhyun didn’t do anything. He let her hit him because he deserved it. He broke her heart into a million pieces. She was feeling a pain that Baekhyun was responsible for. Kira wasn’t a confrontational person and rarely got angry. Once, there was a spider in her bedroom and, as Baekhyun had gone to get his shoe to kill it, she said, “Just leave it.” He almost wanted to smile at the memory. Kira was such a good person and he’d ruined her, causing her to act out of character.
She wasn’t supposed to find out like this. He came out here to apologize to you, not declare his love for you. He’d gone too far and Kira got hurt because of his actions. Things weren’t going as planned tonight. He’d done so much damage and within the span of about two hours. If things had gone as planned, he would’ve just come out here to apologize to you and, hopefully, smoothing things over enough for you not to hate his guts. Then he would’ve talked things over with Kira, preferably tomorrow when he was sober.
“Please stop,” Baekhyun said, wrapping his arms around her. She struggled in his arms for a few seconds, trying to get out of his grasp, before giving up. Finally, she broke down into the tears she’d been holding back. He held her, patting her head gently. “I’m so sorry, Kira. I never meant to hurt you…”
Kira’s cries died down after a few more seconds. She was so hurt and she couldn’t deal with this. Everything was a lie. Her own boyfriend wasn’t falling for her like she was falling for him. She was falling for him so hard and that’s what hurt her the most. Her feelings weren’t returned. She didn’t understand what Baekhyun’s history with you was. Had they dated in the past? Regardless, she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. Would knowing hurt her even more?
“It’s not that I regret being with you, Kira,” he said. “That’s not it. I regret not being honest with myself and about my feelings. I’m sorry for everything. I mean that.”
Hearing that didn’t make Kira feel better or worse. She pulled away from him. “If you weren’t sure, you should’ve just left me alone.”
“I know,” he said. “I was being selfish. I should’ve figured things out first...”
She let out a sigh, looking everywhere except at him. “I want to hate you but I can’t even do that…”
Baekhyun nodded. “I deserve that…”
“You know what hurts, Baekhyun?” she said, finally able to meet his eyes. “You were so occupied with her that you didn’t even notice that I left the party for a half hour. And even outside of tonight, it was always about her…That’s why you haven’t been able to give me your attention, right? Because you were thinking about her the whole time? You never noticed me because your eyes have always been for her…”
She wiped her tears with the backs of her hands. There was nothing left to say or do. Neither one of them had officially said that they’d broken up with words. Part of her still wanted to be with him and she wished that she could shove that feeling to the side. That was the thing about feelings; you could ignore them as much as you wanted but feelings can’t just be erased like they never happened, like you never had them in the first place.
If she could go back in time, she would. She would go back in time to avoid dating Baekhyun. This was one of the relationships that weren’t meant to be. They should’ve left things how they were before, with her having a crush on Baekhyun that couldn’t go anywhere because she was on the road to studying abroad in Italy. They weren’t in sync; they didn’t meet at a time in their lives when things could’ve worked out. And, maybe, both of them should’ve just accepted that that chapter in their lives had ended.
In the end, it wasn’t worth it and it wasn’t meant to be. From the start, the relationship was doomed.
*
Sehun couldn’t help but feel confused, sitting on the couch next to you. You’d just told him that you couldn’t be with him. That you’d thought about it and realized it wasn’t a good idea right now. He said, “Did something happen? I-I thought you wanted this…”
You bit your lip. “I don’t think I’m ready. I’m not over that guy...and I’m sorry for leading you on like this.”
Sehun had a feeling that you weren’t ready but part of him hoped that you were. He couldn’t be mad at you. If anything, he was grateful that you were telling him this now rather than later. He liked you and he enjoyed spending time with you, but it was better off letting each other go if you couldn’t give him what he needed. It seemed like you needed time and, to be honest, it seemed like even with time he couldn’t be sure that you’d pick him.
He couldn’t hide his disappointment. He liked you more than he expected to and finding out that the two of you most likely weren’t going to date was disappointing. You were younger than him and you were unsure of your feelings and what you wanted. Regardless of age though, Sehun knew what he wanted and he knew what he needed from a potential partner. He realized that he was chasing someone who kept leading him to dead ends.
He stood up from the chair. “I understand. I hope you figure things out with Baekhyun…”
Sehun knew that Baekhyun was the person that you weren’t over, whether you said it to him or not. He knew that Baekhyun was the reason for the sudden change of heart. Things had been adding up all night, but he kept quiet about it. He chose to ignore the signs because he liked you. And part of him—the selfish part—had hoped that you’d ignore your feelings and come to him instead. But he knew how feelings worked. They didn’t make sense and they couldn’t be helped.
“I’m sorry, Sehun,” he said. “Maybe we could—”
He shook his head. “I think we should just leave it alone for now. I don’t wanna keep running around in circles with you. I like you and I don't want to hold onto the hope that you’ll come around.” He took a deep breath. This was hard for him, too. Sehun was ready to settle down, to finally find someone he clicked with. And he thought he’d found that with you but, so quickly, that dream was over. “You have a history with him, right? It’s complicated...so you should figure that out. And I’m not saying any of this to be petty. I genuinely mean it...Anyway, let’s just move on with our lives for now. If we cross paths one day, that’s fine, but I think we should just end things for now.”
Sehun had said everything he needed to say. And you didn’t have many words to say, but you found a few. “I don’t want you to think I never liked you...because I do. I meant all of the things I said to you tonight but there are just some things I need to take care of, like you said. Thank you for being understanding…”
“Take care, Y/N…”
“You too, Sehun.”
*
You woke up to your cell phone vibrating at four in the morning. You’d fallen asleep after a shower and you groaned as you looked at your phone and saw Baekhyun’s name flashing across the screen.
Was he serious right now?
“Baekhyun, are you forreal?”
“I can’t sleep,” he said. “Me and Kira are over. I really fucked things up but I can’t stop thinking about you. Every thought I have is of you. I just...really need to talk to you.”
“What is there to talk about Baekhyun? Everything is over.”
“Open the door and tell me that everything is over. Tell me in person.”
“Go home, Baekhyun.”
“Please open the door, Y/N.”
You hung up on him and groaned. You rubbed sleep from your eyes and headed to the front door. When you opened the door Baekhyun was on the other side, dressed in a white t-shirt, sweats, and his black leather jacket.
“I love you, Y/N,” he said. “I need you...”
“Baekhyun, please,” you said. “You can’t just show up to my house in the middle of the night and try to talk to me about shit like this...”
“Tell me you don’t feel the same,” he said. “Tell me you don’t have feelings for me and I’ll leave you alone.” Baekhyun knew you well. He knew that you couldn’t lie to him. And he knew that deep down, you still had feelings for him somewhere.
You looked up at him with tired eyes but you said nothing but before you could say anything, his lips were on yours. You did nothing to stop him and he kissed you and you kissed him back in the hallway of your apartment building. If anything, you deepened the kiss and melted into his embrace. His hands found your face and a few seconds later, you grabbed him and pulled him into the apartment before shutting the front door behind you.
“I want you,” he said, pulling away. “I wish I could take everything back but I can’t. And I know there’s nothing I can do or say to make it right but I want this. I want us. I want to be with you, Y/N…and, um, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me, at least—”
“I waited so long to hear you say that,” you admitted. “It’s all I ever wanted, Baek…” He kissed you again and you bumped and collided into the walls until you managed to get to your bedroom. His kiss, his touch, his everything felt right. You wrapped your arms around him and you said, “Show me...Show me how much you love me.”
Baekhyun nodded, putting his jacket on the chair in the corner of your room. You bit your lip, anticipating what was to come. You hadn’t slept with anyone else and you were ready. Sex with Baekhyun was the best you’d had yet and it had been hard not to have him for so many months. You’d been dying for a taste of him and here he was. All your prayers had been answered at this moment.
You took your t-shirt off, showing off the rest of your body. Luckily for Baekhyun, you hadn’t been wearing any panties, leaving you completely naked. Baekhyun felt himself getting hard, looking at your figure. You were perfect and his dick throbbed for you. He took off his pants, freeing himself from the restraints of his sweats.
He approached you slowly, taking your body in. “You’re so perfect...” He pulled you into his chest, feeling on your body gently. “Are you sure you want this?” You nodded and sat on the bed. Baekhyun joined you, pressing his lips on yours. This time, the kisses were more gentle, more passionate. His tongue slowly entered yours and when you pulled away, you helped him out of his shirt, then his boxers. You ran your fingers across his head, causing Baekhyun to let out a slight gasp of pleasure.
For a moment, you stared at each others’ naked bodies. You loved everything about Baekhyun. You loved his body; the way it rocked against you when he was inside you and how it seemed like it was made just for you. You loved his lips and how they weren’t too big or too small, and the way he kissed you as if the world was ending. You loved his hands, his fingers and how slim they were and the way they felt inside you.
He pinned you to the bed, his hands on yours. He kissed your neck, sending shivers up your body. He kissed you there, sucking enough to leave a slight bruise but you didn’t care. You bit your lip in concealed pleasure, as he made his way past your neck and to your chest. Baekhyun took his time with your breasts, taking them in his hands. He squeezed them lightly before taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked each lightly, slow and steady. Your body shuddered with pleasure and you let a tiny moan escape from your mouth. Baekhyun kept going, this time flicking his tongue a little more roughly. You moaned louder and Baekhyun started kissing down your stomach until he arrived at the place he’d been wanting to taste so badly.
You arched your back as Baekhyun circled his tongue around your clit, so lightly that it tickled. He did that a few more times, just to tease you. And before you could even beg, he started sucking on your clit like it was a piece of hard candy. You let out a string of expletives and Baekhyun was pleased with himself. He was driving you crazy and all that could be heard in your room was the sound of Baekhyun’s tongue and him slurping up your wetness.
“Fuck, I need you,” you whispered.
“You need me?” Baekhyun said, humming into your wet folds.
“Yes,” you whimpered.
A few seconds later, Baekhyun stopped. He licked his lips and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. And without further ado, he positioned himself between your legs and pushed inside you. You hummed in pleasure as you felt him fill you up. Baekhyun started kissing you again and you melted into his embrace as he thrusted in and out of you slowly. His lips never left yours and you wrapped your legs around him, pushing him in deeper.
Everything about this felt right to Baekhyun. Your legs felt perfect around his waist, your moans were music to his ears, and your tongue slid perfectly against his when he kissed you.
“Fuck,” he said, “you’re so tight…”
You moaned softly, Baekhyun still thrusting into you slowly; He wanted to take his time with you. He wanted to fuck you right and show you everything you’d been missing. He wanted you to feel him, in every sense of the word. He kissed you more and, eventually, he fit his fingers between yours. He held your hands down and thrusted himself more deeply into you.
You whispered, “Harder.”
Baekhyun did as you wished and he knew that your orgasm had been building up. It was as if he was dancing inside of you, his hips picking up the pace, thrusting like his life depended on it. You bit your lips and your body writhed from underneath him. You wrapped your arms around him, digging your nails into his back. But Baekhyun didn’t mind. Scratch him, bite him, he didn’t care. As long as you were enjoying yourself, he’d let you ruin him.
He pressed his body into yours, putting some weight on you. You were getting closer and closer as Baekhyun groaned in your ear and started kissing your neck. You were pulsing around him, squeezing his dick.
“Keep doing that baby,” he said. “Don’t stop.”
“Fuck,” you said, letting out another moan. He felt so good inside you. You felt like you were going to burst soon. Baekhyun lifted himself off of you; He knew you were close and he wanted to see all the beautiful faces you made when you were coming. He looked you in your eyes while he fucked you, which turned you on more than he knew.
You were beginning to unravel. You were so close, at the top of a mountain. Then you let yourself fall, fall into a blinding pleasure. You came undone around Baekhyun. You couldn’t see. You couldn’t hear. But you could feel it, as you tipped over the edge with a toe curling gasp.
This was the moment Baekhyun had been waiting for. He loved the way your eyes screwed shut and the way your lips parted slightly. And how your body jerked and writhed with your orgasm. He felt your pussy pulsing, squeezing and pushing him around. That was all he needed and that was all it took for him to come right after. He’d been holding back this whole time, struggling to hold himself together until you came. The thighs that had been tightening around him turned to jelly. And he groaned one last time before he collapsed on top of you.
Both of you panted heavily, your hearts racing. You wrapped your arms around him as you caught your breath. The two of you were at a loss for words. Reality started to set in for you. You never expected this to happen. Hell, you were prepared for the possibility of never being on speaking terms with Baekhyun again. But here he was, on top of you with his dick still inside. Who would’ve thought the events of tonight would lead up to this?
He pulled out of you, reaching for the box of tissues on your nightstand. As he returned to wipe you off, he noticed a huge wet spot on your sheets. You’d been dripping, leaking all over the bed while he fucked you. And now his cum was oozing out of your pussy.
As he cleaned you up, he said, “We made a mess, huh?” You glanced down, noticing the sheet. You let out a giggle. “It’s okay. I’ll help you wash it tomorrow if I can spend the night here with you.”
You smiled, standing up. “Of course. It’s like five in the morning.”
As the two of you pulled the sheet back, Baekhyun said, “I don’t want you to think that this is all I came here for…”
You laid down on the bed, propping yourself up with pillows. “That’s not what I think. I wanted this too...”
He sat next to you on the bed. He hesitated but he needed to know what would become of them. He looked you in your eyes for a few seconds. “Can we...try again? I know I can’t take anything back but I want to start over.”
You nodded and said, “I forgive you, Baekhyun. Let’s do things right this time, okay?”
His heart almost jumped out of his chest. He never expected things to go like this. He didn’t expect you to forgive him, he didn’t expect to sleep with you, or for things to get as far as they got. It was like all of his prayers had suddenly been answered. He knew that, deep down, he didn’t deserve you. But maybe he did. Maybe everything that had happened was for a reason, reasons that neither of you would ever understand. Over the past few weeks, Baekhyun felt like he’d undergone something like character development. He’d taken you for granted and he wasn’t honest with himself or with anyone else about his feelings. He’d been immature and in denial. This situation, in a way, put things into perspective for him.
This time, you leaned in for a kiss. When you pulled away, you said, “Did you mean what you said before?”
“What?”
“That you love me…”
Baekhyun nodded. That was the one feeling he was one hundred percent certain about. He loved you. “Of course I meant it.”
“Say it again.”
You thought that maybe it was a ridiculous request and that it was just your insecurities trying to get the better of you. But, in this moment, you needed a bit of reassurance. Most people would’ve told you to leave Baekhyun in the dust, that you deserved better. And maybe it was true. But it wasn’t your truth. The truth was that Baekhyun made you happy. Even though you’d been hurt, your heart still skipped a beat every time your eyes met. You just needed to know that everything was okay and that you were making the right decision.
“I love you,” he said. “I love you, Y/N…”
You kissed again and again as the sun rose, the light peeking through your blinds. You melted into his embrace and he melted into yours. The two of you got lost, drunk, in each others mouths. And, through the blinds, you could see the sun rising. A new day, no—a new chapter was ahead. And you were just glad Baekhyun was here for the ride.
Sexual content: protected sex (oral sex, fingering, slight degradation meant as friendly-ish banter). Swearing. FWB.
A/N: Hi, loves! Over a year ago, I posted a scenario called “Not Like That” on this blog that was kinda-sorta a FWB!Chan scenario; I was asked to write another piece with that same concept so... here it finally is!
On another note, I’ve been feeling a tad insecure about my writing lately. I feel as though my writing isn’t as stylistic as it used to be and I’m worried that the quality is not as high as before either. If you wouldn't mind sending me your thoughts on this specific piece (negative or positive), I would love to hear from you!
Thank you.
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“Was it really that bad?”
You and your best friend, Chan, were sitting cross-legged on the tiny twin bed tucked into a corner of his bedroom.
He had invited you over after receiving an SOS text attached to your name alerting him to the fact that you had had an absolutely dreadful night and needed to see him.
Chan was under the impression you had been mugged or crashed your car or something, he never would’ve guessed that the reason you were cradling your head in your hands on top of his bed was actually because you “just had the worst sex of your life”.
“He couldn’t even get it inside me Chan! Even my vagina knew it was a bad idea.”
It took everything in Chan not to burst out laughing, knowing you needed comfort and not teasing.
“He’s been hyping himself up for weeks, you know, texting me shit that was so good even you would blush. I thought, hey! There’s no way anyone who promises to ‘rock my shit so hard’ I ‘won’t be able to think about any other cock for the rest of my life’ was actually bad in bed, right? Well, I was sorely mistaken!”
If you were talking about any other subject Chan might’ve laughed about your use of air quotes but right now, he found his throat was a little too tight to force out a sound.
“I was expecting some crazy stuff and that’s why I went over in the first place. This week has been so stressful for me and all I wanted… all I wanted was to fucking cum! Is that too much to ask?”
“He didn’t make you cum?”
You finally lifted your head to look at your best friend with a pout and your signature puppy dog eyes to match. You shook it once to the right and once to the left before flinging yourself back down against Chan’s bed, the expensive comforter enveloping you in comfort.
“Maybe I could’ve been a little more verbal about what I wanted but I was so stunned by his incompetence that I couldn’t even bring myself to tell him that he was rubbing about an inch too high for me to really feel anything.”
You sat up, leaning back on your arms.
“Do guys just not know where the clit is?”
If it wasn’t for the way Chan choked on air after hearing your question, you would’ve been completely oblivious to the effect your words were having on your best friend.
“I do,” Chan answered simply.
You flopped back onto the boy’s incredibly comfortable bed, smiling softly at the way his pillows smelled exactly like him.
Said boy crawled across his bed so he could sprawl out next to you, your body shifting so your head could lean on Chan’s shoulder.
“Thanks for letting me come over by the way. And not kicking me out once I started talking about my vagina.”
Your body’s proximity to Chan let you feel as well as hear his laugh. His broad shoulders shook with the noise and you could see the way his defined stomach tightened with the effort. Your eyes were glued to the white stripe of exposed skin, the color standing out against the black of his clothing.
With your head tucked into the curve where his neck and shoulder met, all you could feel was your best friend. The smell of his cologne overwhelmed your senses; the familiar scent released some of the tension in your body that had built up over your hectic week.
Chan rolled over on his side and looked down at your body tucked into his own.
He grinned, a gesture that made you smile back, and you forgot all about incompetent boys and wasted nights. You did not, however, forget about the knot in your stomach which was becoming more and more prominent the longer Chan looked at you like that.
“What else are friends for?” He smiled.
His hushed words made your core ache and wetness pool between your legs. You prayed that he didn’t notice the way you clenched your thighs together to try and find some relief.
“I can do it, you know.”
You scrunched your eyebrows together, a silent request for him to explain what he meant.
“I can make you cum.”
You froze. All of a sudden, Chan’s plump lips seemed a lot closer to yours than before, his shoulders broader as they rose up from the bed beneath the two of you. Your gaze fell downwards, finding strong arms that were just begging to hold you and hands that promised to feel delicious against your skin. Would he be gentle with you? Or would his fingers leave purple imprints in your thighs that you could trace the morning after?
You were snapped out of your daydreaming when you heard Chan start apologizing, he was avoiding your gaze.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to blurt that out like that. You just sound so upset and stressed and I can’t stand to see you like this without offering to help-”
“Channie.” He stopped his rant and brought his eyes back to yours.
“Do you want to help me?”
He nodded and your lips were on his in an instant.
Your fingers tangled themselves in his curly hair, pulling his mouth into yours and holding him there. His lips were as soft as they looked, moving against yours in a passionate dance.
Chan shifted his body in order to press his body against yours, grazing your outer thigh with his hand before clutching the sheets next to your head to regain his balance.
He ground his hips into yours, taking advantage of the way your mouth opened in a moan to swipe his tongue against yours.
You bent your legs to cage Chan’s body in, holding him in place as you rocked your hips into his, chasing after the delicious friction his hard-on provided for your clothed heat.
A sigh left your parted lips as Chan began a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck. You kept a hand in his hair and gave slight tugs of approval whenever his lips met a particularly sensitive patch of skin; your other hand snuck under his t-shirt and started to trail up his back, the muscles flexing in response to your gentle touch.
Chan reached your collarbone, leaving feather-light kisses across it before latching his lips onto the skin there and sucking.
Your nails dug themselves into his back as you gasped.
You hoped he was leaving marks; you wanted to remember what happened tonight, that Chan was making you feel like this, that Chan was making your body ache and feel and want.
The boy on top of you pulled his lips off of you with a pop, rising on his arms to look down at you.
You both simply looked at each other, taking in what you had just done together.
Your hand came up to cup one side of your best friend’s face, you smiled when he leaned into the touch.
“You’re good at this,” you told him. It was a bit embarrassing, sure, but that wasn’t really your concern right now.
Chan seemed to like the compliment regardless, his eyes formed little half-moons as he giggled. He turned his face to the side, just enough to kiss the palm of your hand.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
You found yourself distracted by the movement of his lips; they were red and glossy (because of you) and they caught the light of Chan’s desk lamp every time he opened his mouth.
Your hand left Chan’s cheek but stayed close enough to touch him. You brought your thumb to his bottom lip, slowly tracing the curve with your finger.
You released his lip at the same time that Chan dove down to get your lips back on his.
You arms wrapped around Chan’s shoulders and tried to pull him as close to you as possible; your hands tugged at his t-shirt to try and pull it over his head.
Chan sat up to take his shirt off while you took this opportunity to straddle him once he flung the offensive fabric elsewhere. Chan’s eyes were blown wide when he found you on top of him but he recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and keeping you steady.
You whimpered with each roll of your hips into his, a new wave of pleasure flowing through you every time his arousal met yours.
Chan started to slip his fingers under the hem of your shirt, his thumb drawing small circles into the soft skin he found there, when you pulled back for a breath. He misunderstood the action, taking it as a sign of reluctance, a sign of regret.
“Do you want to slow down?”
It was no surprise to you that Chan was putting your wants ahead of his own; he had always had a protective instinct, especially when it came to you, and his kind heart was one of your favorite parts of him.
You stayed silent, wrapping your hands around his own to bring them farther up your shirt. He took over for you, placing his hands on your chest and cupping your breasts. He swiped his thumbs across your nipples through the fabric covering them, making you sigh into his touch.
While Chan was distracted, your attention fell from his pretty face to his broad shoulders and smooth chest. Your fingers traced the path your eyes were taking, dipping and curving into the definition of his stomach. His skin was so clear and smooth, protecting the strength that lie underneath.
You felt Chan’s gaze on you and looked up to meet it.
“What?” You tried to play it off.
“You were staring.”
“Was not!”
Chan raised his eyebrows in a way that called you out on your bullshit.
You blushed, leaning forward to hide your face in his shoulder.
“I can’t help it,” you whined, “you’re so handsome Channie, always have been. My best friend is so handsome,” you repeated, starting to leave innocent kisses up the column of his neck.
A soft laugh escaped Chan’s lips (he was never good at taking compliments) as his hands came back to the hem of your shirt. You pulled away from his neck and raised your arms so he could pull the fabric off of your body. You reached around your body to undo your bra before Chan crawled back on top of you, pressing your back into the bed.
“Let me do what I said I would, okay? Tonight’s going to be about you.”
He started kissing a path between your breasts down to your stomach while his hands remained on your chest, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
You arched into his touch, threading your fingers back into his hair and tugging on the soft curls every time his teeth grazed your skin or his tongue circled the peaks on your chest.
Chan finally reached the waistband of your jeans and took his time undoing your zipper.
Your squeezed your thighs together instinctively and whined when Chan stopped his movements for a split second, entranced by the movement.
“Someone’s impatient,” he joked, pulling your jeans down your legs.
“Can you blame me? You’re literally taking forever.”
“I can’t believe you’re trying to argue with me while my face is between your legs.”
You opened your mouth to speak but you instantly forgot what you wanted to say once you felt Chan place a kiss on your clothed heat, mouthing at the fabric of your underwear.
“You’re so wet… Jesus Christ, Y/N.”
Chan swiped his fingers across the pool of arousal, his lips parting in disbelief.
“That’s what you’re doing to me, Chan, that’s how much I need you,” you pleaded.
Your underwear was off in an instant. You felt Chan’s hands grip your thighs and push them up so your legs were bent; the stretch made your core clench in anticipation and your hips jerked upwards, almost coming in contact with Chan’s perfect lips.
He smirked, meeting your desperate gaze before craning his neck to place a kiss on your clit.
Your hands shot out beside you, gripping the bedsheets in an attempt to ground yourself while Chan ate you out like you were his last meal. His hands kept your legs spread as he devoured you; every swipe of his tongue brought a new wave of wetness flooding out of your core that was greedily collected by his lips. He sucked lightly on the sensitive skin, tongue delving as deep as it could reach into your core.
One of your hands left your side to go to his head, trying to keep his mouth where you needed it most.
Chan didn’t appreciate the gesture; his hand left your thigh to pull yours out of his hair, lacing your fingers together as his other hand went to join his mouth at your core. One of his fingers slipped inside of you easily, a second joining it soon after.
You cried out shamelessly when Chan curled his fingers inside of you, hitting your upper wall in just the right way.
All the pent up frustration from the weak was trickling down your spine and pooling in your lower stomach, the pressure increasing with every stroke of Chan’s fingers.
It was almost too late when you decided this wasn’t how you wanted to finish; you didn’t want fingers, you wanted Chan and you prayed that he wanted you too.
You reached over to his bedside table, trying your best to stay focused on the task at hand while a beautiful boy was still tucked between your legs.
Once Chan had felt you wiggling around to reach the drawer he had stopped his movements (feeling a little insulted) and looked up to see what you found so interesting about his bedroom furniture.
Your fingers finally found what they were looking for; you pulled the foil packet out of Chan’s drawer and held it out to him.
“Do you want to?” The packet shone like the wetness on Chan’s chin.
Chan took the condom from you, considering your question.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Please?”
His hands left your body and went to his jeans; the remaining slick on his fingers left darkened trails on the fabric.
“Is one guy not enough for you?”
“What?”
Chan sat back to pull his pants off the rest of the way.
“You’ve already had one dick inside of you tonight and now you’re begging for another one.”
Your eyes narrowed as you glared at your best friend. You knew he was just trying to rile you up, but you decided to bite back.
“Are you just stalling because you don’t think you can make me cum?”
“Excuse me?”
“You weren’t complaining a second ago when your fingers were inside me but all of a sudden I hand you a condom and all your confidence has disappeared… poof!”
Chan took your hand in his and brought it towards his body, stopping when your fingers rested around the waistband of his underwear.
“I think you’ll find that I have more than enough confidence.”
You ignored his comment and instead brought your attention to the hard length that was still partially hidden from view.
Your fingers traced the outline of Chan’s shaft, smirking when you heard him groan and squeezing his cock through the fabric to see if you could hear that noise again.
You looked up at Chan, asking for permission as you hooked your fingers in his waistband.
He nodded and your hand was wrapped around him in an instant while the other tried pushing the rest of the fabric away from the most beautiful cock you have ever seen in your life.
Chan’s dick was curved against his hard stomach with its rosy tip leaking all over your hand, making your ministrations up and down the length that much easier. You swiped your thumb over the head, making Chan shudder.
You found yourself being pushed backwards by two hands on your shoulders; you let it happen as this angle gave you the best view of the needy boy in front of you.
Chan yanked his underwear off before he rolled the condom on and moved to hover above you. You smiled at him and rose your head up a few inches so you could peck his lips.
He nuzzled his nose into your neck, making you giggle, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pressing his bare chest to yours.
You felt his cock against your thigh, heavy and hard with the same need that had you dripping onto your best friend’s bedsheets.
“Do you still want me?” Chan whispered, searching your face for any sign of hesitation.
“Of course,” you replied.
He pressed his forehead against yours while he reached to position himself, pressing his body into yours until you two were closer than you ever had been before.
You felt so full with Chan inside of you that you could barely breathe; you wanted to cry when he began to pull out, not enjoying the emptiness, and you almost screamed when his hips shot forward to send his cock back into your warmth.
Chan spread your legs wide, placing his hands on either side of your waist so he could hold himself up while he pounded into you.
You gripped his biceps, trying to ground yourself and focus on something outside of the pleasure Chan was bringing you. Each one of his thrusts sent a bolt of electricity up your spine that made you dig your nails into his skin to try and handle the feeling.
The boy above you dropped down to his forearms, bringing his face closer to yours as you panted into each other’s mouths. He had started to roll his hips into yours, grinding his lower stomach into your clit every time he moved.
Your nerves were on fire. Every speck of skin that touched Chan’s was ablaze, a fire was growing in your stomach and stretching across you and Chan, swallowing you whole.
The muscles in your thighs were flexing uncontrollably as your stomach clenched and your back arched; the release you so desperately craved was right there.
“Chan,” you cried out, unable to say much more.
He understood anyways, though, reaching between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb while his hips restarted their incessant pounding into yours.
You threw your head back in a silent scream as you came. You could only feel Chan deep inside of you as he helped you ride out your orgasm, his cock stretching and filling your walls in a way that no one else had before.
Chan thrust his cock into your heat one more time, groaning as he came, trying to get himself as deep inside you as he could.
He collapsed on top of you, your hearts pounding against each other underneath flushed and sweaty skin.
“I told you I could do it.”
You and Chan laughed as you held each other and came down from your highs.
