“Babe, I’ve got this,” you say, shoving your boyfriend off as you toddle down the hallway in your heels. Two seconds later you trip, and let out a shriek. You would have face planted had Bobby not caught you.
He sighs. “Will you please let me help you into the apartment before you break something and wake all our neighbors?” he asks, hauling you back to your feet.
You bat your eyes at him, and he rolls his eyes in response. “My own superman,” you say with a wide smile, before you trip again.
“For Christ’s sake,” he swears, and chooses to swoop you up in his arms. Now he really is your very own superman. He carries you down the hallway to your apartment and you giggle the whole way.
He unlocks your door with difficulty and you press a wet kiss against his cheek when he succeeds. He carries you towards the bedroom and drops you unceremoniously on the bed.
You let out an ‘oof’ and a loud whine. “Babe,” you protest. “What are you doing?” He looks up at you, exasperated, like you’re doing this on purpose. (And you are, a little.)
“Getting you ready for bed,” he says, sounding utterly fond. He kneels at the side of the bed and takes your foot, sliding your heel off. You hook your ankle around his shoulder and pull him closer, almost making him tip over.
“Babe,” he says sternly, lifting your leg and setting it back down. He slips your other heel off and you do the same thing with both your legs this time, and he tips forward, catching himself on the edge of the bed.
“You’re drunk,” he says, unhooking your legs with difficulty. You’re not planning on letting go.
“Doesn’t matter,” you say, as he stands up, leaning over you. “I want you,” you say, rubbing your legs together, needing the friction.
“You’re drunk,” he repeats, sitting you up so he can unzip your dress.
You put a hand on the side of his face and pull him in for a kiss. He tries to keep it chaste but you manage to slip your tongue into his mouth. He loses himself for a moment, and you pull him in closer.
He tries to pull away when you separate, but you pull him closer until he falls on the bed, hands and knees on either side of you.
“I’m drunk, but this is me saying yes,” you say, leaning up to nip at his neck. “I need you,” you whine.
“Okay, alright,” he says, leaning down to kiss you once again. “Let’s get you out of this then.” You’re much more helpful this time, letting him pull you to your feet so he can finish unzipping your dress. You let it fall to your feet, leaving you in nothing but lacy panties.
His eyes eat you up and he pushes you lightly, laughing as you topple into the bed, your tits bouncing. He laughs and you pout until he crawls over you and kisses you senseless. He gets an arm under you and pulls you farther up onto the bed.
His lips attack your neck at the same time his hand slips into your panties, fingers finding your core. You’re so wet for him already, you’d be embarrassed if you were sober. But, drunk you has no shame and bucks into his hand as he slips two fingers easily into you.
“Bobby,” you gasp, as his fingers curl, finding that spot inside of you. You hitch one of your legs around his waist, opening yourself up to him. He groans, thrusting down against your thigh.
“Need you,” you breathe. He pulls away, and you whine, but he’s only stripping you the rest of the way. He fishes in the drawer for a condom and rips it open and rolls it on. He spreads your legs and you wrap them around his waist as he slowly presses inside you.
It feels so fucking good and you tell him again and again, unable to stop yourself from babbling. He laughs into your neck, placing a tender kiss even as he sets a brutal pace, fucking you so intensely you have to wrap your arms around his shoulders to keep from flying apart.
“Babe, I’m not gonna last,” you cry. Bobby captures your lips in a fierce kiss and thrusts into you again and again, swallowing your moans.
A particularly hard thrust tips you over the edge, and you come, crying out and clinging to Bobby for dear life. He comes moments later, stilling as he comes. You cling to each other, out of breath and panting.
He pulls out of you, and you whine at the loss of contact. He’s back moments later, kissing all over your face. You giggle and pull him close. He snuggles into you pulling the covers over you both.
“Okay drunky, can we go to sleep now?” He asks, and you nod as you cuddle into him, drifting off to sleep.
Pairing: Reader/Jiwon
Warnings: pegging, smut, not actually educated on strap ons so any mistakes feel free to correct me.
You first came with the idea some weeks ago. Letting Jiwon know that you were thinking about it was the easy part- you've never had any issues being explicit about your kinks or sex in general.
Putting it in practice, though? That was a completely different issue.
"Like-" Jiwon starts. "I know it feels great. I've seen and heard enough about it to be sure of that." You nod, prompting him to continue. "But I'm not gonna lie and say it doesn't scare me. A little."
You’re lying on top of him like a cat, stealing warmth.
You smile. "That's fine. Whenever you're ready. If ever," You clarify.
"No-" he says. "That's not what I'm saying."
You feel his breath get caught up in his throat where your ear is lying on top of his chest.
"What do you mean," you ask, already imagining where this is going.
Jiwon pauses for a second. "I want to do it. I just need you to guide me through it."
You can't hide the smile spreading across your face. "When?"
"Whenever," he says firmly.
You sit up, staring at him with a brow forrowed. "Like-" you try to say.
"Yeah," he answers.
Now. That means now. You can't help the excitement that sends a shiver down your spine.
You've already prepared for this in secret- There's a 6 inch strap-on hiding somewhere in the depths of your closet.
"Knowing you, you already prepared for this, haven't you?" Jiwon asks.
You smirk. "You know me too well."
Jiwon laughs out loud, his eyes scrunching up in the most adorable way. "Hit me with your best shot, then."
You get up from the bed to retrieve the strap. Jiwon's eyes are stuck on you.
Once the toy is in your hands, you turn around to face Jiwon, showing it to him in all it's glory. "What do you think?"
You can see Jiwon swallow. If you didn't know him as well as you do, you'd confuse that reaction with apprehension. But you've been dating for years, and you know that gesture means he's imagining what could happen- a little bit of nerves but mostly excitement.
"So, what do you think?" You ask.
Jiwon smirks. "I think it's gonna be fun."
You strip Jiwon naked, one piece of clothes at a time, kissing every inch of skin, leaving purple bruises as you go. Jiwon is already half hard- you take that as a good sign.
You fasten the strap around your hips as Jiwon stares at you, biting his lip.
"Like what you see?" You ask, cockily.
"Way too much," he answers.
Jiwon is the one who gets the lube from the night stand- even though you've grown accostumed to his size with time, you always kept a tube around in case you needed it. Like now.
"Be gentle with me," Jiwon says, trying to make a joke out of it. You know better, though. Masking his issues with a comic remark is Jiwon's way of dealing with uncertainty.
"Always," you say completely seriously.
You start with a deep, slow kiss. You bite his lip, sucking on the bottom one for a few seconds. "I'm gonna prep you now, okay?"
Jiwon nods with his head, breathing deeply.
The lube is cold on your hand, so you rub it between your fingers until it reaches room temperature.
Jiwon is already spreading his legs around you, giving you perfect access.
You only stare at him as your hand travels to his asshole.
You hear Jiwon gasp at the first contact, so you slow your pace, tracing circles on his asshole until he relaxes enough to let you in.
"Deep breath," you instruct.
Jiwon obeys.
That's when you insert the first finger, carefully palping around for his prostate.
Jiwon moans softly, mostly because of the penetration than anything else.
You insert a second finger, joining the first on the search for the sweet spot.
Jiwon's gasp is all the indication you need to know you found what you've been looking for.
"How's that?" You ask.
"Fuck," he moans.
The third finger goes in way more smoothly than the rest. You make sure to scissor him and stretch him out as good as you can.
"God. That feels so fucking good," Jiwon sighs, his back arching in pleasure.
After a few minutes you pull your fingers out, much to Jiwon's disappointment.
"It's okay, baby," you reassure him. "The best part is about to start."
You line the strap to his asshole, lightly pushing in just so he can feel a taste what's about to come. "Fuck," he moans.
You keep pushing in, each centimetre making Jiwon squirm underneath you. "How does that feel, babe?"
Jiwon's back is so arched it should hurt- his mouth agape.
You don't start thrusting just yet, making sure Jiwon gets used to the stretch. "Let me know when you want me to move," you tell him.
Jiwon takes another deep breath. A few minutes go by until he speaks again. "Go," it's the only thing he says.
You lean forward to kiss his forehead, fingertips lightly touching his cheeks. And then, you thrust.
Jiwon would've screamed if he didn't have his bottom lip trapped between his teeth so firmly.
"Keep going," he tells you. And so you do.
Its slow and tender at first- at least until Jiwon starts thrusting back. "Fuck. That's so good," he moans.
"Want me to go harder?" You ask even though you already know the answer.
Jiwon nods a couple times as you set a steady pace, faster than before but not too wild.
"Does it feel good, babe?"
Jiwon's breath gets caught in his throat, he can only moan and shut his eyes tightly as an answer.
You can tell his body is reacting well, so you speed things up a bit, slightly harder than before, hitting his prostate full on.
And so you keep going faster, and harder, and faster, and harder, until Jiwon's eyes are watering; back arched with pleasure and nonsense coming from his mouth.
You decide to speed things up a bit, wrapping his dick in your hand and jerking him off almost as fast as you're fucking him.
"Tell me how does it feel," you say.
Jiwon is in shambles. "So fuckin' good," he answers, teary eyed. "Don't ever want you to stop. Go harder- I'm- I'm gonna cum."
You smirk, hitting your hips harder and faster against his thighs, not holding back anymore. "Show me, then," you say. "Show me how good I make you feel."
Jiwon is shaking, moaning so loudly the neighbors could probably hear it. But none of that matters- Jiwon is lost in pleasure, squirming and trashing around as he comes.
It takes him a second or two to wind down- but when he does he's smiling the biggest smile you've seen on him in a while.
Jiwon is heaving. "Fuck," he manages to say. "That was incredible."
A/N: Hi! I wrote this a few days ago and I hope you like it. Requests box is still open ^^
(I do not own this gif, credits to ikonis)
“Come on (Y/N) you can’t stay like this forever.” Your friend said and rolled her eyes. “It has been like what?... three weeks? Since that little piece of…” you looked at her with a sad expression on your face. “That…guy broke up with you. Come on, let’s go clubbing or to Yunhyeong’s Café. You clearly need fresh air. Look at your skin all pale and those dark circles under your eyes. This is not you.”
She was right. You have been locked in your apartment for about three weeks but there was a reason behind this. Yes, you were dumped by your boyfriend…well, your fiancé. And it hurt you a lot, you were getting married in two months and suddenly he decided to dump you, just like that.
“It’s not you, it’s me.” Of course it was him and that freaking trip he really wanted to do. He met a girl, he liked her and he fell for her. You were dumped because at the end, you were not the love of his life as he used to say. Now you had this beautiful dress in your wardrobe, a party happening in two months and your friends has their bridesmaids dresses ready for something that it was not going to happen. Oh your friends, they spent so much money in those dresses.
“Girls, I’m going to sleep.” You announced and walked to your room.
“I don’t know about you girls, but I can’t see her become this…thing. I’m taking her out even if she doesn’t want to.”
“What’s the plan?”
+ +
“I can’t believe I call you my friends.” You said looking at them still hesitating if you should go in or just go back home.
“It’s going to be fun. Trust me. We’ll just get some drinks and then we are leaving if you want to.”
You didn’t move so your friend dragged you into the club.
Instantaneously, the loud music filled your ears. People were dancing here and there holding glasses with colored drinks. At the back and upstairs there were some tables and lounges. One of your friends guided you through the crowd, to the lounge available right next to the restrooms. Nice.
“Where’s Hana?” you shouted and looked around but of course you couldn’t see her, there was so many people.
“She will be back, don’t worry.” You nodded and you both sat at the same time also taking your phones out of your purse.
Your looked around once again, now you were taking your time scanning the place. You had a nice view from where you were sitting since it was kind of an upper level but still in the first floor. You looked at your right side and saw a couple leaving and a group of six people taking the spot that was vacant next you. They all looked handsome and fancy, you know; the kind of guys that think they’re kind of deities and that stuff. You realized you were still looking at them when one of the guys waved at your direction taking you out of your thoughts. You blinked a few times and frowned. Then you scanned the guy; he was wearing a black stripped pants that fitted him perfectly and a white shirt.; his hair prettily messy.
He waved at you again.
“Yah, (Y/N)!” you friend called you so you turned. “Do you know him?”
“What?” you frowned.
“The guy just waved at you.”
“No, I don’t. Why?”
“Well, I don’t’ know. BECAUSE HE WAVED AT YOU.”
“Oh, that. I think I just stared at him for too long.” You said casually. Your friend didn’t say a word.
After a few minutes, Hana came back with a guy and four drinks. She was holding two glasses, and the other guy was holding the other ones.
“Hi.” Said the guy handing you a glass.
“What is this?” you asked the guy.
“I don’t know, she just asked me to give it to you.” He said and then sat next to Hana.
+ +
“What. Have. We. Done?” asked Anna.
“Well, we help her with the depression she was in. That’s what we wanted, right?”
Both of your friends were watching you from their seats while you were dancing here and the, evidently drunk. People looked at you weirdly and then the move to another place. To be honest, you were being pretty annoying.
“Look.” Anna looked at the table next to yours. One of the guys stood up. He said something to his friends and then left them. “He is the guy who waved at (Y/N) before.”
“No way!” Hana hit Anna’s arm.
“Yah! That hur…Oh Lord.”
The guy that just stood up, was now walking towards you. Your friends were shook but they were not going to intervene unless he tried to do something bad.
+ +
This morning you had a terrible hangover but after spending most of the morning on your bed, your friends agreed that it was time to go out and recover from last night.
“Let’s go to Yunhyeong’s Cafe, you need it.” Said Hana.
You nodded. Actually, for the first time in a while, you didn’t want to stay at home.
“I’m so thirsty.” You whined.
“Of course you are, girl. Do you have any idea of how much you drank last night?” you shook your head. “Well, you don’t wanna know though. Here.” Hana gave you a bottle of water.
After drinking the whole bottle of water in a matter of seconds, you three headed to the café. When you arrived, you sat close to the restrooms, just in case, you know. Yunhyeong welcomed you and handed you the menu.
“I’ll be back in a few minutes to take your order, girls.” He said, and then he stopped in another table.
“I feel terrible.” You whined and laid your head on the table. “I feel nauseous and this headache is slowly killing me.” Hanna caressed your hair.
“But what a great night, huh?” Anna smiled funnily.
“Tell me, did I do something I shouldn’t have done?” You sat straight and turn your head to the front door when you heard many voices; voices that made the headache unbearable. “Why are they being so noisy?”
“Oh Gosh.” Hana and Anna said at the same time also looking at the guys just entered the café.
Yunhyeong came back to your table and took your order. “Is she okay?” Hana giggled.
“She drank so much last night; she has a hangover” your friend explained. Yunhyeong looked surprised but didn’t say a word about that.
You sat there and drank your coffees. Your friends were talking about last night but you just wanted them to shut up, every little noise was annoying for you. You threw your head back and tried to remember what happened last night but you just had flashes which didn’t help that much. You remember being with your friends, then you were not with them anymore. Instead, you were dancing with a guy but you couldn’t remember his face, it was blurred. You just remembered he had a piercing on his left eyebrow, pretty sexy to be honest. You sat properly** but you felt dizzy and nauseous immediately because of the sudden move.
“Can you please, please, pretty please tell me what did I do last night? It’s driving me crazy.” You pouted.
“Hi.” You three turned to look at the guy standing in front of your table. Your friends couldn’t hide their shock and you couldn’t understand why. You frowned and looked at him. “Don’t you remember me? Were you that drunk?”
“Excuse me?” You said still confused. Who was thi... Woah.
“I can tell you remembered me.”
“I was dancing with you last night!” you said full of surprise and excitement.
“Well, (Y/N) I wouldn’t say you just danced last night.” You looked at Hanna with eyes wide open.
“Did I…”
“What? No! Of course not! You were drunk and I wouldn’t force someone to do something being in the conditions you were. You…you…well, you kissed me. Don’t you remember?” He giggled.
“Did I? I’m so sorry….”
“Bobby, my name’s Bobby.” He smiled.
“Bobby. I’m sorry, I don’t remember anything.” You excused yourself and looked at him sadly.
“Can we talk?”
Your friends looked at each other and then looked at you. They stood up from their chairs and said goodbye to you and Bobby leaving the both of you alone. You looked at Bobby and then you stared at the empty chair in front of you.
“Do you want to sit?” you asked and he nodded taking the chair where Anna was a few seconds ago. “Before you say anything, I really want to apologize for whatever I did last night.” You said. “I was drunk and my friends convinced me to go to that club and…gosh, I feel so embarrassed. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable; I didn’t mean to.” You covered your face with both of your hands.
“Yah, it’s okay.” He said taking your hands off of your face. “I didn’t feel uncomfortable, if that’s what worries you the most.” He paused. “To be honest…I liked it.” A playful and shy smiled appeared on his lips. Cute. “I saw you were here and I really want to meet you. You seem to be a very funny person.” He giggled.
For the first time in a few years, someone new wanted to meet you, and maybe this was an opportunity to finally let go of your ex. Not something like trying to replace him but it was true, you needed to do something to forget about him and being at home was not precisely the best option. Maybe this boy sitting right in front of you will help you to keep yourself entertained with something else.
→ Pairing: Bobby x Reader (feat. Jinwoo of WINNER)
→ Genre: angst and smut
→ Word Count: 3.903
→ Warnings: cheating and infidelity, lots of stupid banter and swearing
→ Summary: It was never your intention to cheat, especially with someone as cocky and annoying as Jiwon. But as your little love affair becomes more than just a few nights of casual sex, you quickly realize that this is a mess you won’t be able to fix.
→ Gifted to: @jungwoo-girl-24
Checking the time on your phone, you try to ignore the overwhelming constriction in your chest. It’s currently two in the morning and here you are, standing in the freezing cold waiting for Jiwon to come pick you up. Why you decided to leave the comfort of the indoors before his actual arrival, you aren’t entirely sure, but it is now too late to go back inside. You aren’t willing to take the risk.
Deep into the night, you notice headlights turn around the corner, the suspected vehicle driving far slower than you would have liked. But it’s only to be expected as to not draw too much attention considering everyone in your neighborhood checks out for the night by nine o’clock. How you’ve managed to survive in a such a boring, family-oriented city, you aren’t entirely sure. But you suppose it’s no reason to complain. At least not yet.
With the black vehicle finally in front of you, you don’t hesitate to open the passenger door and hop inside. Immediately you are met with the fresh scent of his cologne, your weakness that he takes advantage of any chance that he can get.
“Hey,” he says, already placing a hand on your thigh, “you ready?” Nodding your head, you lean back against the seat with your hand clasped over his. The sound of his voice only becomes more sensual at night with just a few words being enough to turn you into a puddle. Even as he returns his gaze to the road, the way he squeezes your flesh underneath his palm is only one indication that he is quickly growing impatient. Likely just as much as you are.
When he had texted you to put on your prettiest outfit, you had expected that you wouldn’t get much farther than a few blocks before he pulled over to tear your clothes off, but the rigid concentration on his face only tells you that he has something else in mind for the night. It’s become custom to leave these escapades in his hands, his utter desire to surprise you and pamper you far outweighing your curiosity. It would be a lie to say you didn’t like it – you love it. Jiwon seems to be the only source of excitement in your life and it’s a fact that he knows very well. If only the circumstances were better than how they stand.
“Jinwoo sleeping?” With a small nod of the head, you try to dispel the thoughts of your boyfriend from your mind. Why Jiwon loves to bring him up whenever you are together, you aren’t sure, but whatever it’s doing to bloat his ego, you wish it would stop. He may feel no guilt, but you feel it all. You always have.
“That’s good.” In your mind, your only thoughts are ‘no shit’, the thought of even trying to sneak out with him awake only sending chills down your spine. Over the last few months, you’ve created excuses in your mind for everything, what you would say if you got caught leaving or what might happen if he finds out you were with Jiwon of all people. You’ve prepared for it all. But if you were ever to find yourself in that situation… you don’t think you could bring yourself to lie. Between the two of them, you know exactly who you’d choose.
“So where are we going?” In an attempt to rid yourself of those incessant thoughts, you try to focus on something else. Even if it means starting useless conversations.
“You know it’s a surprise.” Jiwon states, scoffing underneath his breath as if you’d just offended his intelligence.
“It was worth a shot…” The way your voice trails off catches his attention, but he chooses to say nothing. Even from your periphery, you can tell he’s struggling to keep his mouth shut. He’s well aware that he has a tendency to cross the line, but even so, he can never seem to grasp his words until after they are spoken.
Grabbing his hand, you begin to play with his fingers, carefully brushing over every vein, every line on his arm. If there’s one thing about Jiwon, it’s that he’s handsome, every feature of him capable of bringing you to your knees. Even these hands, which have caressed you and loved you, seem to creep into your mind every so often. But even now, as you drive into the night underneath blinding streetlights, you can’t help but focus on everything but him. You’ve been doing this for far too long, having mastered the art of sneaking out, but every subsequent time, your heart tears apart at the seams. You will never get used to this, to living such a double life, but at this point it’s far too late to stop. Even if you wanted to end everything, stop the car and return home, you know that you wouldn’t be able to stay away for long. Jiwon is like an addiction, having him pressed against your chest on fueling the desires which have been concealed for the entirety of your relationship with Jinwoo.
“Are you okay?” Looking over, you notice the concern in his eyes, the way he bites his bottom lip as he examines your face.
"Yeah I'm fine." Resting your head against the chilled glass of the window, you hold your tongue. You are very blatantly not fine, after having gone through the normal, regret filled routine, but considering Jiwon has no sympathy when it comes to the state of your relationship, you know its best to just stay quiet. His responses tend to only upset you more, as if your feelings were of no concern to him. And yet he has the audacity to bring him up as if it wasn't already considered taboo.
When he turns into the entrance of a hotel, the bright lights immediately catch your attention. All stress dissipates from your body once you realize exactly where you are. You can't help the way your eyes light up at the sight in front of you. Not only did he choose one of the nicest hotels in city, but he chose your absolute favorite one: The Viridian. Not only is it a hotel, one that only gives rooms to the rich, lavish and business oriented, but it is also attached to a world-famous, 24-hour spa. Oh, how you loved to be pampered.
"You like?" He didn't even need to ask as you could barely contain your excitement. Although, had you known you would be coming all the way here, you would have worn something a little more... expensive.
Tossing those thoughts aide, you can't help but smile when the valet kindly opens your door, allowing you to step out into the bright lighting of the hotel. Considering it's nearing holiday season, you aren't surprised that they've gone all out on decorations, hanging lights lining everything from the trees to the grand entrance. With Jiwon finally by your side, he takes your hand in his, rubbing his thumb over your skin. Very rarely does he commit to skinship, at least outside of the bedroom, and as much as you hate to say it, you are loving this more affectionate side of him. It's the little things, you suppose, that tend to win your heart over everything else. Hence why only going on one date with Jinwoo was enough for you to call him yours. He did all the things that made you swoon - kissing your forehead, his hand gently on your lower back, and of course, all the back hugs. As a lover, it doesn't take a lot to win you over and he has it down to a science. But how you ended up in the hands of Jiwon, you will still never understand.
But you suppose the excellent sex is something that's undeniable.
And just looking at the golden key card in his hand, after having received from the person at the welcoming desk, is enough to put dangerous thoughts in your head. You were so concerned about sneaking out that you forgot why you were even doing it in the first place.
Once in the elevator, the entirety of large interior left only to you both, the real fun begins. The doors hadn't even closed completely before he was already attacking your neck, one hand against the wall, the other snaking its way up your shirt. The way he gently licks at your skin, nibbling on it soon after is only one way he loves to mark his territory. Even with his precision, he's never once left a trail, knowing well that the consequences would not be in his favor, but the thought of it is enough to satisfy, at least for the moment.
"Ah..." you sigh, "hold on." Even as you say those words, your body seems to act entirely on its own. You can only lean into his touch as he slides past the fabric of your thin sports bra, playing with your hardened nipples as he begins his journey along your jaw and to your lips.
Hearing the sound of the doors opening, you push him off you, rushing him to exit so that he can finish what he started as quickly as possible. Checking the plaques on the wall, he grabs your hand, leading you in the direction of the room. From what you can tell, he's splurged quite a bit, but there is no way in hell he would be able to afford the suite at the end of the hall. But that's exactly where he seemed to be headed.
Just as you expected, he stopped at the door right before it, a sliver of disappointment surfacing. But just as quickly as it arrived, you push it aside, knowing full well you were never in this for the money or the perks. Although being in the room next to the suite is still something to brag about.
After finally opening the door, his skills with hotel room keys always lackluster no matter how many times he's done this, you can't help but kick him to go inside. He had ignited a fire within you that you could no longer ignore, and the longer you had to wait, the more likely you were going to kill him. When it comes to sex and pleasure, you are impatient. And Jiwon knows it well.
"Relax baby, we'll get there." He chides, dropping the key on the island counter and kicking off his shoes. If it weren't for the fact that you overwhelmingly horny, you might have actually cared to take a tour of the place. But the only thoughts you could possibly muster were surrounding Jiwon and his lower half.
"Want a drink?" He asks sarcastically, rummaging through the large stainless steel fridge. If it weren't for the fact that you specifically needed him, then you might have just gotten yourself off. One thing you've learned is that no matter what you do, nothing will ever add up the pleasure this asshole provides. Nothing.
Taking off your shoes, and, well, everything else along with it, you saunter over to the bed, not daring to look him in the eye. Whenever you do this, doing your best to make a statement, he always loses. He's weak for your body in the same way you are for his, and that is something you always use to your advantage. At the very least, you try.
Lying out on the bed, you stare at the ceiling, counting down to when Jiwon finally stops being a prick. But as you wait there, a full thirty seconds having passed, you realize that he plans to make this night as difficult as possible. Looking over, you see him standing against the counter, a beer in his hand as he sips on it and stares.
"Are you really going to be like?" You ask incredulously, the frustration, both sexual and otherwise, starting to build up.
"Just warming up, that's all." Whatever the hell that meant, you wish he would stop fooling around. Your time is precious, especially if you need to leave before sunrise.
Rolling over, you decide to stare out the open window at the night sky. The nice thing about this hotel is that it's taller than most buildings within this small city, meaning you can fuck with the curtains open all you want. While looking at the stars of course.
When the other side of the bed begins to dip, you release a sigh of relief. Considering how stubborn he is, this could have lasted much longer. You appreciate the fact that you won't have to throw a fit this time.
Feeling his erection against your ass, you relish in the fact that he was kind enough to do the hard work for you. Undressing him, when he thinks he's being playful, is equivalent to undressing a statue. He doesn't even try to help. Especially when he gets to see your frustration up close. That's how he likes you best - when you are about five seconds from beating his ass. And thus that's how your "relationship" has always been. A quarrel between lovers that only ends in hot and steamy sex. And tonight better be no different.
Leaning back against him, you wait for him to make a move, but, of course, you are only met with that same shit-eating grin.
"Jiwon please," you whine, "I'm dying here." Placing a gentle kiss on your hairline, he looks at you lovingly. At least that's the way he appears.
"Whatever you want baby." Rolling over, he pins you underneath him, placing himself between your legs. With his lips so close to yours, you're hesitant to make a move. He could very easily give you what you want, but you know he never plays nicely.
"Since it's our anniversary, I'll do as you ask."
Anniversary? Never once have you heard that word come out of his mouth, the pure thought of Jiwon and commitment being in the same vicinity almost laughable.
"Did you forget? I'm hurt." Sporting the most pathetic pout, he leans in to place small kisses on your nose and outside your lips. For such a sex-crazed man, he sure knows how to be soft. You hate that it only makes your heart weak.
"We've been fucking like rabbits for 100 days. Cute right?" If your hands were easily accessible, you probably would have slapped him for being so vulgar yet sweet at the same time. He really is the most annoying booty call you've ever had.
"Yeah so cute. The hotel is nice though, so at least you have that going for you." Lifting your head, you try to chase his lips, but when he turns his head away, you can't help but grit your teeth.
"I have a lot of things going for me. Like my dick. Something Jinwoo doesn't have." Lifting your leg, you knee him in the thigh, the overwhelming guilt coming back. You try so hard to forget whenever you're with Jiwon, but of course, he has no sense of decency. He makes you hate yourself more than you already do.
"Sorry I couldn't help myself." Crashing his lips against yours, he places his palms against your cheeks. The way he delicately pulls on your bottom lip makes your heart ache, the feeling of having him against you an addicting euphoria. With him starting to grind against your core, you're not sure how much longer you can wait. He'd been on your mind all day, but now that he's finally within your grasp, you can't seem to pull yourself together. Unlike other nights, you can't bother to fight him. You can't fight the desire which continues you plague you. He has nothing that you want, but he is everything that you crave. And you will let him take you as far away as possible so long as get what you need in the end.
Lifting himself up, he lines up his erection with your entrance. It doesn't take much for him to slide himself in, your arousal in his presence never being a problem. The breath you had been holding is finally released once he begins moving, expletives already leaving your mouth.
"Are you gonna last?" He sneers, slowly picking up his pace as he rests his forehead on yours.
"Shut-the-fuck-UP." When he slams into you, you only choke on your words. This boy is so close to ending you here and now that you aren't sure if you will survive the night without at least going for another round. And you know damn well he would be up to the challenge.
"Watch that mouth of yours. I know I said whatever you want, but there are rules ya know." His words go unheard, your nails digging into his shoulders to keep yourself grounded. Being away from him for so long clearly did a number on you, the coiling in your stomach already starting without him having once touched your clit. He truly is one of a kind.
Once the mewls start to fall from your lips, he changes up his pace. He returns to his slow and steady movements, instead focusing on the space between your neck and your jaw, indeed his favorite spot. This area is particularly sensitive for you, every brush against it immediately sending chills down your spine, a shockwave straight to your core. It's a weakness for you, one that he loves to take advantage of and abuse. With the combination of stimulation to the clit, you are as good as gone. But of course he avoids the duo after learning the first time that it often puts you out of commission. At least he's considerate of one thing.
"Get on top." He commands. Removing himself with a lewd pop, he falls over until he's on his back. Typically this position comes later in the night, which means that he is just as impatient as you are. At least you know you're not alone in your suffering. He missed you just as much as you missed him.
Getting up, you straddle his lap. He holds up his erection so that you can place yourself over it, quickly returning to its place deep inside of you. As you lean back, adjusting to a better angle, you can already feel that you're not going to last much longer. Especially when you have the honor of watching him cum from this angle, you really are at your weakest position. You aren't meant to last long which is probably why he jumped straight to it.
Grabbing his hands, you place them on your hips, grinding slowly until he face begins to contort in pleasure. He has a tendency to throw his head back, but because of the obscenely large pillows at this hotel, he doesn't get the chance. Instead, he can only force his head back and close his eyes, which to you, is still a perfect image.
Before you get the chance to move on your own, he is already lifting you up, pounding into you with no mercy. At first, it takes you off guard, having to hold his wrists just to keep yourself stable. His aggressiveness when it comes to sex varies depending on the day. It seems to you that he uses this as a way to vent. There's probably a lot on his mind.
After getting your rhythm back, you try to match his pace, moving so that he hits you deeper with every thrust. Simply placing your hand at your clit is enough to get you closer to your orgasm, your sensitivity being more extreme than usual. It became clear to you during your text exchange earlier in the day that this was something you both needed, and it couldn't have come soon enough.
His grunts suddenly begin to fill the room, the shaking of his muscles only a small indication of his proximity to orgasm. But as a man in need of control, you aren't surprised when he suddenly swats away your hand. Using what little multi-tasking abilities he has, he begins to rub at your clit at a pace that nearly matches that of his thrusts. It's an art, in a way, but more than anything, it's his workout. On a normal day, there might have been breaks, maybe some oral or just pure, unforgiving orgasm denial. But this time he is willing to put himself at work, at least until he has no other choice but to collapse and maybe breathe. And from the way you have been clenching in the onset of orgasm, you are almost certain he hasn't taken a breath in quite some time.
With one final thrust, he spills into you, throwing his head back as he tries to reset the rapid beating of his own heart. He must have been struggling from the way you can see his pulse through the veins in his neck.
"Fuck... fucking hell." He curses, wiping the film of sweat lining his forehead. Just like him, you feel out of breath, the muscles in your legs having already tensed up. As much as you'd like to move, you don't seem to have it in you. Staying here for a while sounds like a lovely option. But of course that thought doesn't last long as uses his last bit of strength to toss you off him. When you land next to him on the bed, you glare in his direction. If only his eyes were open to see it.
"Can I tell you something?" The way he speaks in a lower tone makes you anxious. Very rarely does he ever get serious with you, and whenever he has previously, they were never in any way positive.
"Of course." Regardless, you would be there for him. No matter what.
"I... honestly, Y/N. I love you. I love you a whole fucking lot. And I know you love Jinwoo, but I need you to know this moving forward."
You're speechless.
"I can't hide it anymore. Because I want to tell you I love you when I see you. Every single time. But I couldn't. I respect you. A lot. But I need you to know... even if it means we have to stop meeting like this." Wiping his face with his hands, he can't bare to look at you. At least not without breaking into pieces.
"Jiwon... you know it's complicate-"
"Of course I know! I know this is fucked up and it's wrong, but I can't unlove you. I tried. I tried really fucking hard. But I can't. And at the end of this you're going to go back to Jinwoo and pretend like this never happened. Unlike you, I only have one person. Only you. And you're the only one I want." Even still, he can't look at you. It's like he's talking to the ceiling.
"Jiwon I-"
"You don't have to give me an answer. I think I already know it anyway. We should probably leave soon." Getting up from the bed, he fetches his clothes. Deep down you feel broken. Lost. Confused. You know who you would choose, so why is dealing with this so fucking difficult?
Grabbing your phone, you try to check the time, only to see a message you hoped you'd never get.
Ps:I was listening to OFFONOFF - 춤 while reviewing and I think it matches the vibe pretty well, but bobby - lean on me is the one I listened while writing...
Ps²: If there’s any grammar mistake, I apologize!
Ps³: the main character name is Lee Kyung Ah, in case you’d like to know!
It’s been three years since I came back to korea for real. When I was about four my dad was fired from his desk job and both him and my mom decided to use the money they had saved up to go somewhere else. Even though I was young and don’t remember everything in detail, those were hard times, we had to say goodbye to our family and take off to a new country without even knowing if it would work out.
My parents chose Viena because after all it was the best city to live according to some website. There they opened a Korean restaurant and since they were so busy with it, the plan for a second child got put off, so it was just me and them living in this completely new environment. We really rellied on each other a lot.
Three and a half years ago I came to korea with them to visit my family, as we usually did, but this time my uncle’s wife introduced me to the university she was teaching and I fell in love. I was about seventeen at the time and was at that point in life where you have to decide what you want to do. After that visit I knew I wanted to come back, even though staying in Viena would be easier.
My aunt and uncle welcomed me into their house where I studied really hard to get in Yonsei. My parents were upset with me wanting to leave because after all, they would be all alone in there and it hurt me deeply to do so, but what else could I do?! I felt as if my life was there waiting for me. In Viena I would always be either studying at school or helping in the restaurant.
All of this leads me to where I am now, which is getting ready to go to the university’s festival. At this time around eveyone would just let go of all their worries and enjoy their twenties. I was getting ready in my room and felt like putting some effort in looking good, my friends had been talking about this group that would be performing and how they had to get a picture with them since Ye bin’s cousin was working as their staff.
Well, if we really are going to meet idols I don’t want to be looking a mess. Even if I didn’t really care much about this superficial things, because I was brought up in a very simple and humble environment.
I left the room and noticed I was probably late and my friends would kill me for making them wait.
“Wah, looking pretty for the festival?” My aunt said smiling. She was honestly like a mom to me and even if we were not blood related she treated me as if I was her own child.
“No, stop” I laughed embaressed, maybe I did put some effort in it.
“Wah, who’s this? Where’s my niece?” My uncle said when he got to the living room.
“Wah you two” I said trying to brush it off “I’ll get going now” I said grabbing my bag and shoes.
“Okay, be careful” they said in unisound.
“Will be” I said back as I closed the door.
The streets were so lively today, it really had that festival vibe. I started making my way to the university since we lived close by and I smiled seeing everyone around my age just fool around. I wanted to be free like that, but after leaving my parents back there I just felt like I should keep my reasons straight, I said I would come to study so that was all I really did.
After a quick walk I was already at the campus, I saw my friends near the entrance looking annoyed and I knew why.
“I know sorry sorry” I said as soon as I approached them.
“You should” Ye Bin said putting a mad face.
“I’m sorry, I got carried away while getting ready” I didn’t have a reason to lie so I just told the truth.
“We can see” My other friend said smilling and I blushed.
“Yah, let’s go...I don’t want to miss anything” Ye bin was still mad and I needed to make it right.
“Hey, come here” I pulled her a bit further from the rest “I know you are mad but I wanted to dress up nice for some reason and given that I don’t use this much time I got late” I explained.
“I know you are not lying, and I’m not mad at you” she said and I looked at her like I didn’t believe her. “It’s true...Okay just a bit” she smiled and I knew we would be alright.
We walked around the whole campus and everytime some cute guy passed by my friends would make a fuss, I just laughed at them.
The performance from the boy group was just a few minutes away from starting so we made our way to the stage, they wanted a good spot but so did everyone else there. After squizzing in and some dirty looks we managed to stay somewhere with a good view.
I was just standing there waiting for it to start when some random guy tried to grab and kiss me, I pushed him away as an instinct and when my friends noticed they made sure to shoo him away.
“Wah this guys are getting more and more crazy” Min soo said in disbelief.
“I know right! How this creep just tries to kiss her?” another one of them said but I was so out of it that I didn’t even bother to look who it was. As I was trying to digest what just happened, loud screams bursted out and some guys were stading on stage. My friends were jumping and enjoying the performance, so I decided it would be best if I did the same.
The performance was nice and I liked the songs, they were pretty popular from what I could tell.
“I’ll be right back” Ye bin said with this huge smile at her face.
“Omo, she’s going to talk to her cousin, we’re going to meet them” The girls started having a mini heart attack and as usual, I stood there laughing.
Few minutes later she comes back with an even bigger smile.
“Let’s go meet them” After she said that they all bursted out screaming.
“Shouldn’t we be discrete about it?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Oh yeah yeah” Ye bin said and they all calmed down.
The way to the “backstage” was very tense, the girls were desperately looking at mirrors and even I was nervous, I mean they’re famous after all.
When we got there this guy came to us.
“Yah! Ye bin, you have to be discrete and don’t go spreading this or I’ll lose my job, they’re being nice enough to do this favour” Even though he said her name only, he was warning us too.
“Ah of course, we are not crazy fans or anything” she said and I almost laughed, they were just freaking out two minutes ago.
We entered the isolated area and the boys were there getting ready to take off. As we came closer they and the staff stopped what they were doing. My heart was beating faster every step I took and I didn’t know why, I am usually the calm one and I don’t really get this fan thing but seeing them left me in awe for a few seconds.
“This is my cousin and these are her friends” The guy said and the others smiled.
Soon after they were posing for pictures, we took one with the whole group and of course the girls wanted individual pictures, so I offered to take them.
“Okay, 1 2..” Before I could get to the next number I feel this cold splash in my face, I didn’t even know how to describe what had just happened, I only had time to stretch the arm which I was holding my friend’s phone.
The intense smell of beer invaded my nostrils and it almost made me sick, apperently some random guy threw beer at my face and when I finally opened my eyes everyone had this shocked look on their faces
“Wah, it was that creep from earlier Kyung ah, I’m 100% sure” One of the girls said.
“I’m seriously going to kill this crazy man, honestly” Ye Bin said quite loud.
“Forget it, he is already gone” I said quietly.
“Here” One of the guys from the group offered me what looked like a handkerchief, but maybe it was a bandana. He had a very defined jawline and even though I did not know his name I did remember he was the rapper who jumped around like crazy on stage.
“Thank you” I bowed.
“Ah” He shook his head meaning that it was nothing.
I tried to dry off my face but everything was sticky and I felt like going home, the day was over, not because my make up, hair and clothes were ruined but because I had nothing more to expect from that festival, I remembered what I promised my parents and it almost seemed as if heaven was punishing me.
“Here” I streched my arm out in order to give back the piece of cloth the guy lended me but he just shook his head from side to side meaning I could have it, of course he wouldn’t take it, it was all wet and smelled like beer. So I just lowered my head a bit in gratitude.
“I will get going now” I said turning to my friends and without letting them say anything in protest I just turned around and walked away.
The walk back home was very weird, the smilling face I had upon seeing people having fun was no longer there, I just kept thinking about how I wanted to lay in my bed and sleep for eternity. All that I was feeling was a mix of embaressment and guilt, but all in all nothing could be changed now, so I didn’t even think about crying.
“It’s okay, things are like that sometimes” I said out loud in order to comfort myself.
I opened the apartment door and thanked god that my aunt and uncle weren’t there and I wouldn’t have to explain why I was wet and smelling like alcohol. I made my way straight to the bathroom and took of the dirty clothes, my white top was all yellow and for the first time I wanted to cry, I loved that top.
After leaving the shower I put on pijamas and laid down, it must be around six or seven p.m but I couldn’t care less, I would just go to sleep, after all, that was the best remedy for everything.
A/N: So, first of all, I hope you enjoy this “scenario” and yes, there will be a continuation since it’s kind of a series/fic idk what to call it yet…
ALSO, very important, I try to be realistic when writing something, so, given that the characters are korean I wanted to showcase some sort of realness with the “wah” and other ‘slangs’ if you may. I am in no way trying to copy them, just give a more “real life” feel to it!!!
genre: angst, romance, university! au, mentions of sex
characters: reader and Jiwon (Bobby), Ikon, others
word count: 1855
summary: Jiwon doesn’t get attached and Y/n knew that.
Part 1 I only say the truth
Jiwon was a fuckboy. And you knew that.
It's been almost two years since Y/n moved to the apartment. When she arrived, Hanbin, Yuji and Jiwon already lived there and she took the place of another friend of them that went on a exchange program. At the beginning she was afraid she would feel outcasted but they welcomed her warmly and with time, all four became very close.
Hanbin was gentle and focused but was always trying to put up a bad boy facet that (almost) everyone believed in. Yuji was was sloppy, lazy and unpretentious in the most adorable way possible. Everything she did seemed to be a path to disaster but her charisma would always win. And Jiwon was transparent as a glass. He was sweet but at the same time, ruthless. He seemed quiet at first glance but his ability to relate to others was immense. He loved his friends, that was clear. But in addition, he was extremely devious and confident, traits that some hated and others loved. In the case of girls, it was the latest.
Jiwon was a fuckboy. Y/n knew it and every girl at the campus also knew it but for some illogical reason beyond her comprehension, they would still get involved with him. He wasn't a complete jerk that prevented people from liking him or being his friend. He'd always let his intentions clear and be brutally honest about everything, never getting attached to anyone while attaching himself to everyone. He was the type of guy that Y/n would usually find to be a jerk but maybe for knowing him in completely different circumstances, she was found of him.
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"Good morning" a voice came from her back. When she looked, it was a complete stranger with a sweet smile, "good morning" she responded, having absolutely no idea who she was but pretty much knowing she's with Jiwon. A minute later, Jiwon comes out and gives his good mornings while displaying a shy smile to Y/n, that gave one in return.
"I'll be leaving now. Call me?" she smiled to him, gesturing a phone.
"Sure" Jiwon responded while opening the door.
"Is that coffee I see?" he asked.
"Yes, do you want some?" Y/n offered.
"Thank you" he flashed his bunny teeth and Y/n giggled while shaking her head for his cynicism about the situation. After that She quickly left to uni and promised that she'd go watch him play at night.
Each one of them had their own routine. Y/n went to her classes in the morning and in the afternoon she worked at the archiving department from University. Hanbin had a part-time job in the morning, classes in his afternoons and took the nights to compose or go to musical events in the city. Jiwon studied in the mornings and worked in a record store until late nights, playing twice a week at the campus radio as a DJ. And finally, Yuji, that was already graduated, worked in a office all day and took her nights and weekends to sleep, see her boyfriend and go clubbing.
This semester was incredibly dull to Y/n. The classes weren't exciting and everybody was super busy, barely being able to meet. Surprisingly her dull job at the University's library was quite exciting as unlikely as that might seem.
Drowning in books and documents all afternoon was strangely therapeutic to her. All her daily stress was unleashed in the solitude of the enormous file-room, the little laptop, scanner, and headphones that accompanied her since the beginning of the year.
After leaving work, she headed to the store that Jiwon worked. There was Hanbin, Yuji, and other of his close friends. Friday's on "Radio 3" had become one of the hottest spots in the city. The parties were practically infested with college students for it's proximity to the campus and the youthful but vintage vibe of the place.
Y/n was probably the shyest of the four and despite loving the company of her friends and getting a little tipsy at the end of the week, staying 6 hours grinding at a club was not her first choice. But Jiwon played at least once a month and she tried to show up some times.
Jiwon was very good at it and while his own productions were going a little slower because of work and school, he paid his bills by playing the music of others and his and Hanbin productions. Besides being best soul friends, Hanbin and Jiwon shared their love for music, and both, in their own way, ran after their dreams.
Arriving there, Yuji welcomed her with a tipsy smile, handling a beer in her hand,
"Hey love" she exclaimed
"Hey" Y/n responded
"Tired?"
"Pretty much" she chuckled putting the beer away and grabbing a bottle of water at the bar.
"Just stay for a while and then go home."
"Yeah, that's what I'm going to do. Let me say hello to Jiwon" she said and turned around.
"Ok, go there hottie"
"Haha ok" Y/n responded laughing to her drunk friend.
"You're specially hot these days" her friend responded with a silly smile.
"Yuji, control yourself, your boyfriend is right there" she pointed to her boyfriend while he waved backed, laughing.
"I can't!" her friend gestured putting her hands on her heart.
She pulled away from her friend and headed for the cabin to give Jiwon a shy wave, which he returned with a smile.
"You came!"
"I always do"
"Only when forced"
"True" she giggled. "But hey, at least I come every other month, stop being demanding"
"Ok, you're right, it's a honor already"
"Are you thirsty, DJ?" both laughed of how corny that sounded.
"Yes, please." He said while grabbing the water of her hand.
Y/n intentions of staying only a little became a little different as the night go on and she felt like dancing and staying a bit more.
1 am. "Damn I need to go home" Y/n said out loud.
"Already?" Hanbin asked while dancing with Yuji.
"Yeah, I'm super tired. I'm gonna say goodbye to Jiwon. Bye, loves"
They waved back.
"Jiwon, I'm leaving now, see you tomorrow!"
"Hey wait, I'm leaving too. The other DJ will take over"
"Do you want me to wait you?"
"Yes, It'll only take a few minutes."
Y/n stood outside for 5 minutes when Jiwon came out and they started to walk towards the bus stop.
"Sorry, I was exhausted."
"It's fine, I'm dead" he laughed with his visible tiredness. "These last weeks have been brutal with the midterms and work but I can't stop playing here, it's the only way I have to share my music"
"You're not paid for playing?"
"No. The owner pays me for my work at the radio, as a cashier, to clean the floor, anyways...but playing is the bonus I have, a opportunity. So even when I'm dead, I play."
"That's good because your set is amazing"
"You don't have to please me, Y/n" he gave a small smile.
"No, I mean it. You're great, both your remixes as your own productions. Don't stop believing" she said while she signed the bus to stop. He gave a coy, thankful smile and both entered the bus and sat at the second to last row of benches.
"And you, what have you been doing?"
"Oh no, my life is not as exciting as yours"
"How's that, what your life has that is not interesting?"
"Everything!" she laughed. "I only study and go to work at the library in the afternoons"
"You don't like it there?"
"To be honest, I love there haha. But it's far from being a crowded club or dreams of being a artist or anything slightly exciting"
"I think everyone has a dream, a path. And if...uhm...-"
"Archiving"
"Archiving is what you like then archiving is exciting because you are exciting"
"Stop it, now who needs to try to please me is you. Not even the famous and coveted Dj Bobby saying that archiving is cool is gonna make archiving cool"
"Maybe?"
"No"
Both giggled loudly.
He cleared his throat and asked "but what do you mean with coveted?"
"That was the word you decided to remember?"
"Yes, explain yourself"
"What do you mean explain myself? You're the sensation among a lot of the girls at the campus and you know that very well"
He gave a cocky smirk.
"I just think it's unfair for you to be talking about me when you barely comment about your love life"
"What love life?" she giggled while Jiwon stared at her in confusion.
"That's right, while I admit my indiscretion you are so private I almost don't see any of your love conquests"
"Conquests? Jiwon, my love life is as agitated as hers" she stated while pointing at a old lady that was sitting in the first few seats of the bus that looked like she was at least 90 years-old.
"You don't know, maybe she's living the best life. It's 1 am after all"
"Oh my god, you're right, I'm even worse" both laughed uncontrollably earning some bothered looks in the bus.
"But really" he resumed "I find it very hard to believe in that"
"Why?"
"Well, how can I say this"
"What?"
"That's our bus top"
She got confused until she realized their bus stop has indeed arrived. Both walked in silence for two minutes towards their home until she got curious.
"What were saying?"
"Nothing"
"Tell me!"
"It's nothing"
"C'moooon"
"I was gonna say that I find it hard to believe that you don't have a love life when you're that hot"
"Jiwon!" she exclaimed while laughing.
"What? You wanted to know" he backed while also laughing.
"Stop messing with me"
"What do you messing with you, girl?"
"I'm not hot"
"You're very hot, gorgeous, A++ so stop being shy about it or I'll keep going" he warned.
She laughed, embarrassed, while both entered the empty apartment.
"That's what you say to all girls?" she mocked him.
"I'm not that lazy and girls don't fall for that, Y/n"
"Sorry" she said, embarrassed by her own statement.
"I usually invite them to see me play, then I take them to the bus stop, we chat and then I compliment them" he spoke while having the most vicious look in his eyes.
Y/n never saw him looking like that to her before.
"Jerk" she murmured while soft smiling. Her hands were getting strangely cold and her heart started to pound. She then rested her body against the kitchen counter and looked again at his eyes. It was pure lust. Her stomach was on fire, she wasn't even trying to understand what was going on.
"Are those compliments usually true?"
He smirked, slowly walking in her direction "I only say the truth"
She slightly bite her lips and softly murmured "I doubt it"
"Don't doubt me" he said while getting too close. Both bodies connected and in a snap of fingers, they began to kiss uncontrollably. It didn't take long until those desperate kisses on the kitchen migrated to his bedroom.
For the first time in years, you finally gather enough courage to stand up for yourself but is it the right decision?
part 2
Should you feign a smile because your most precious friend in the world seemed to have finally found the person that have his heart sings with love... Or should you break down in tear because that’s all Jiwon will ever be to you, a friend. There’s quite nothing like the unfathomable pain of watching the person you love smiles so endearingly at someone that could makes even angels shy away from being so envious, his hand so snug and protective around her waist as she rests comfortably in his lap, someone that’s not you.
Are you petty for feeling sad, for wishing that near brink glass of wine in her dainty hand would splatter all over her pretty dress? The need to relieve this aching of the heart of yours only grows stronger with each pass of his hand over her bare thigh and not even your 2nd shot of bitter poison could distract your worn out mind away from just how perfect they look. So before you could do anything stupid, anything to hurt him, your dejected steps lead you away from the happiness of a new love being born.
It had been 3 Christmas since you let your fragile heart admit to itself, you’re deeply, unmistakably infatuated with the man you call best friend and with each passing of Jesus’s birthday, your heart fragmented a bit more. The holiday just brings out the joy in everything, even the plain old trees that had shed all its little feathers in autumn were now blinking brightly, proudly along the cold icy road. Soon enough family will be gathering from every corners of Earth, lovers will be filling the street with their suffocating display of affection.
But there’s something else the holiday’s joy and goodness also bring out that people tends to forget, loneliness. The only person that seems to get your frail, withering heart is the King of Rock himself crooning out Blue Christmas, well the few rare times it actually get play on the radio because nobody wants to dampen the laughter and cheers, right? 3 years now since the tiny micro crack in your heart had began and it seems as though this one will finally be the one that shatter it completely. Yet, perhaps there’s a charm in an obliterated heart after all, maybe now you’ll be able to pick up your pieces and begin to heal.
As you stare down at the blinking lights of the city below, you wonder if one day your heart will find peace in the the wonderment of Christmas and happiness of the holiday season. How long more until you find that admiration for Christmas as you stare in awe, eyes twinkle while marveling at the decorations and cheap sales that had made its way into being a staple of the season. Or maybe you’ll never again look at Christmas the same way you had at 12 years old trekking through a festive fair, heart elated with the vibrant lights taking in that wonderful cinnamon scent, while Jiwon salivated at the many food stalls. After all, Christmas ain’t what it once cracked up to be, all people seems to care about is how cheap will they be able to get their TV for and how many pictures they’ll be able to post on social media. You might just turn out okay after all.
Another swig of the burning amber liquid, your chest heaves a bitter laugh at the thought of what a bitter person you had turned out to be. Love really makes people do crazy things and frankly, you’re quite scare to learn of the extend Jiwon would willing to go for his love. He’s too caring and sweet for the tough exterior that makes men envious, loyal to a fault, and just perfect. Behind all the hatred, you’re glad he found someone as beautiful as he is and only hope she’s just as magnificent inside as she is outward.
“Always hiding from the party. How did I know you’d be on the roof.”
His voice like butter drowning your heart in the worst kind of high as it startles you from the pointless analyzing of the situation. Sauntering over with a drink still clasp tight in his hand, Jiwon beams at you the smile that wavers too many hearts to count, yours included. A hot blush creeping out to play, tingling your skin with its delightfully unbearable warmth as you turn away, hiding behind the curtain of your hair.
“Hmm. It got stuffy in there.” You give an excuse that as soon as it had left your cracked, chapped lips, you already knew it was one Jiwon won’t buy but you had to try.
“Really? Cause i’m over here thinking it got something to do with Eunji sitting on my lap but I guess not.” You didn’t need to look to know just exactly what kind of look he has got on his face. It’s that stupid sarcastic eyebrows raise with just a tint of disbelieve in those beautiful brown eyes, his lips would be smirking a bit, no doubt at the thought of Eunji’s perfect ass resting against his rough jeans. Leaning against the railing now, Jiwon has that soft and strangely shy smile on his lips whenever he’s awestruck by something as his eyes study the world below. “It’s so beautiful, I love Christmas season.”
“I don’t.”
“Since when? Liar.” The blasé in your tone steals just a bit of that brilliant grin away from him and sprinkle a touch of sadness to his strange squeaky remark of incredulity.
“Since awhile. If you’ve been paying attention, you’d know I’m not lying.”
He knew that, he knew because he has been paying attention. You love the holiday season just as much as he does yet recently whenever he had brought up any sort of plan, even just a mention of anything Christmas related, there would be an unreasonable amount of sass in your remark accompanying by the most dejected gaze.
“Why?”
“What do you mean why? What, I can’t not like the holiday now?” Still opting to stare at that car who had for the 5th times horribly attempting to parallel park, your stomach drops from his curiosity because you’re not even sure yourself how long this charade of “being okay” could go on for.
“You love the holiday. We go to do holiday shit every year, literally since we were old enough to walk.”
“I used to, now I don’t. Nothing with growing to hate the crowd and the expensive mark up and just this fake happiness floating in the air. Just because it’s December, doesn’t mean suddenly your bank account isn’t starving or your job is any easier. I’m just being realistic here.” Glass near empty, you mutter a soft cuss at yourself for not filling it up, for not expecting him to run after you as he always does. Did you really anticipate otherwise from the man that always read between the lines even when it’s completely, absolutely unnecessary.
“So all this time, you’re just lying to me.”
“It’s not that. Why are you always so...” Is there even a word capable of describing this perfect specimen of a human being?
“So what? Y/n, tell me.” If there’s one thing you really love about Jiwon, it’s the fact that he never raises his voice, ever. Even when he’s angry, there’s just an edge of roughness to his voice and the way his jaws clench up so enticingly, just like now... You could barely keep your gaze away from him.
“So you! Always questioning me, always in my business. I can’t have one second where you’re not following me. I just wanted one second of fresh air and look where we are now, you’re in my face about lying.” The exasperation in your voice sends shockwaves, a shiver Jiwon is certain not from the frigid wind messing up your perfect locks rummaging, running wild across his well covered body. “Have you ever think of how trap you make me feel?” Too late, it’s all too late, you had just set the bridge of your friendship ablaze and no force in this world can ever put it out. There’s nothing to do but sit back and watch the ashes falling to the ground as Jiwon’s eyes glossing over with unimaginable sorrow.
“Where the hell did all this come from? Did you just like bottled everything up this whole time? Just talk to me, Y/n... You’re just stress right?” The doubtfulness in his tone mingle with the complete betrayal in his eyes into something of a chaotic mix sending Jiwon into a full panic.
“I’m perfectly fine.” Downing the rest of the liquid fire, a vexing grunt passes your lips hoping he’d soon drop everything and leave you be.
“Wow, this, I can’t believe you’d be like this.”
“Like what, exactly.”
“I didn’t think you were the kind of girl that gets jealous, I thought you were better than that.”
A scoff tumbles out of your mouth even before your brain could even process what had just happened... Did he know?
“What is there to get jealous about? What’s so great about you that I got so jealous, I blew up?!” Hand thrown into the air with all the frustration tearing your shivering body apart, you storm off only to be cut off by his strong body blocking your path with all the will he has. He needs answer and he’ll be damn if you walk away like this. “You insufferable bastard, get out of my way.”
“Keep pushing, Y/n, it’s adorable how weak you are against me.”
That’s right, you’re weak against him, have been and always will be. It’s not even about the near foot tall he got on you or how inadequate you feel against the heavy packed muscles that left you wet and weak willed summer after summer. You’re weak to his words, completely soft for his smile, and down right compliant to his heart. It had been this way for so long, despite the many boyfriends you had over the year and not to say you didn’t love them because you’re not heartless. Yet there had always been a competition, what would Jiwon do in this situation and he had always had an unfair advantages over all men in your life. It’s time to stop for him, for whoever unlucky enough to love you in the future, and for yourself.
“Fuck you, Jiwon. You think you’re so amazing, everything revolve around you, is that it? Just because you got me wrap around your godawful fingers for so long, you think you can just berate and tease me however you like? that you’re king of the world?” Fingers carding through your hair so rough you could feel a bald spot forming but who cares, you finally did it, something you’ve been too selfish, too cowardice to do.
“NO, no. Y/n, no. I didn’t mean it like that, Listen...” Jiwon had set his resolve to get out of you whatever it was that had you acting like a stranger, distancing yourself as if he’s just another one of your boy toy getting toss aside like trash once you’re done toying with them. He wanted to talk but clearly from the tears welling at the corner of your redden eyes, the way your cheeks flush from fury, and that strangely cute pacing habit of yours whenever you get too work up from something, there’s way more than just simple jealousy.
“NO! you listen, I’m done, I’m tired of you just dragging me around when all you want is to hang out with those girls. You’re a twenty something years old man, you don’t need me as an excuse, use me to lie to your parents like when we were 15 to go out anymore. If you still consider me as a friend, stop, just stop.” Maybe you’re exhausted from the comedown of the souring liquid inside your stomach, maybe it’s from the speech, whatever it is, you just want it to be over with, for Jiwon to finally give you peace of mind. “And you know what, I didn’t think I was one of those girl either but when it comes to you, nothing make sense.”
His arms limp beside his body, Jiwon mind was running through all the possibilities, befuddles with everything that had just gotten thrown into his face like a cold glass of water in dead winter. He watches as you walk away, kitten like sob emanating from your shivering cold body and feels his heart fractures.
“Where are you going?”
“No where... Anywhere, just not here.”
His hands on your body like acid, searing on your flesh like the most caustic substance of this world. Even with your illogical outburst, Jiwon couldn’t help but be drawn to you, to the way your hair softly frame your cheeks and those innocent eyes staring back at him even if the soul behind them had dimmed out to something so vacant and cold.
“You’re drunk, at least let me take you home...” Thick parka shed, Jiwon still finds it in his heart to care for your wellness, never mind that the angel of winter had finally flutters her wings, sprinkling the first magical white fluff of the season all over the vibrant town, sending chill biting against his exposed skin.
“Just leave me alone... Go back to Eunji.” No strength left to fight his kindness, you stand there braving the strong scent of alcohol and intoxicating perfume distinct to only Jiwon, letting it drown your senses in the exact reason why you’re impeccable make up was being ruined by tears.
“What’s your hurry? huh? Why are you trying so hard to run away from me.”
“I need to leave before I say something stupid, something to humiliate myself, something that will hurt you... But most of all, before you say something that will hurt me.” His hands retreat from your shoulders as if the bare contact with your skin would send him into anaphylactic shock. With one last silent goodbye, you walk away feeling the world shattering at your feet but that matter not, you finally follow your heart and your heart lighter than ever.
Anonymous said: Could I request a smut bobby? Where it's your first time sleeping together? Thank you!
Anonymous said: can I request Bobby smut where you guys have been dating for a while and have the first time at his dorm when no ones over but nearly get caught at the end💜
Warning: Fluffy smut. Oral, cunnilingus, and very vanilla sex.
Word Count: 3,266
The honeymoon phase they call it. The point in the relationship where everything is fresh and your just starting to get to really know each other. Every new detail you discover fascinates your further. You’re enamored of their flaws. You can’t keep your hands to yourself.
'Honeymoon phase' is definitely a term that can be used to describe you and Jiwon. Your relationship is fresh, just a short five months long. Everything he does brings a smile to your face, even the little things like the way he brushes his hair from his face. How his Adam's apple moves when he drinks water. How his most genuine smile changes his entire face. Yes, you're in the honeymoon phase, but it's a term you hate using. Phases generally pass and you never want this feeling to end. You just want to keep things the way they are right now.
You look at Jiwon with a small smile covering your face as he watches the movie playing from his phone. He laughs at something a character says, mouth opening wide, teeth making an appearance, and eyes squinting to the point of almost closing shut. Your smile brightens and you reach out to brush some hair from his face. He looks up at you still laughing a bit.
“You’re not even watching the movie,” He says as he quickly hits the pause button.
“The screen is small.” You shrug still smiling. He locks the phone and sits it on the table in front of him before turning toward you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He leans down and plants his lips firmly on yours before quickly pulling back. He's always like this. A peck on the lips, a quick kiss on the cheek. Nothing that lasts very long. Nothing to start something that can't be finished.
Being in the honeymoon phase is lovely. Being in the honeymoon phase with six other guys around... not so much. So, things never go how you want them to. You've wanted to go much further than a simple peck on the lips for some time now, but you’ve almost always gotten in three pecks and kiss that could lead to an awesome make-out session but never does. You sigh as you look around the apartment. Of course, it’s busy as always. Chanwoo’s playing a game in the corner while Hanbin and Junhwe look over his shoulder. Yunhyeong is cooking dinner with the help of Donghyuk and Jinhwan is showering.
Jiwon and you have been cuddled up for hours now, you started off talking and ended up with how you are now. You don’t mind. Spending time with him is special no matter who else is around.
“No, no, no! Donghyuk you’re letting it burn!” Yunhyeong’s panicked voice calls from the kitchen. You turn just in time to see Donghyuk submerge the hot skillet into extremely soapy dish water. Yunhyeong looks at the younger boy in disbelief.
"Welp," Hanbin starts as he raises from his seat. "I guess we're ordering in."
"Why?" Jinhwan asks walking into the living room toweling his hair dry.
"Donghyuk ruined dinner," Chanwoo says as he puts down the game.
Donghyuk gives a sheepish smile and shrugs is shoulders, "I've been wanting to eat out for awhile now. There's a new restaurant just up the street. We should try it out." He says in a sing-song fashion playfully poking at Yunhyeong's shoulder. Yunhyeong angrily swats his hand away.
"I'm good with eating out," Junhwe says stretching his back.
"Yeah, it doesn't really matter," Jinhwan adds.
"What about you, love birds?" Hanbin directs his question to you and Jiwon.
Jiwon turns to look at you expectantly. You scrunch your nose, "I don't really feel like eating out."
"The I guess we'll stay behind this time." Jiwon shrugs.
Yunhyeong's eyebrow raises, "You sure? We'll be gone for a couple of hours."
Jiwon nods, "Just buy us whatever and bring it back."
The boys nod before making their way to the door and stepping into their shoes. They each wave goodbye to the two of you as they exit with wide smiles on their faces from the thought filling their stomachs soon. The door closes loudly behind them and you turn to face your amazing boyfriend.
"Finally got you to myself." You smile and lean in to press your lips to his.
He breaks the kiss rather quickly, "I know, being around them all the time gets suffocating."
"Jiwon," You sigh. "They're not here. Could you kiss me properly?"
He laughs before pressing his lips to your own and letting them naturally move against yours. You smile against his lips and eagerly return the kiss. This is what you'd waited for. Bobby's undivided attention is currently targeted toward you and you're spending every second of it exactly how you've wanted to for so long.
Jiwon's hand reaches up and gently takes purchase against the nape of your neck. He pulls you closer and deepens the kiss, letting his tongue slide across your bottom lip. You immediately part your lips in response and allow him access to your mouth. He wastes no time dipping his tongue past your lips and gently swiping it against yours. He pulls back and nips at your top lip before letting go and pulling the bottom in between his lips. You whimper at the rather aggressive action, loving every second of the kiss.
Jiwon pulls back to stare at your blissful expression. He laughs, "I've been waiting on that for awhile."
You say nothing as you eagerly connect your lips once again. You hear Jiwon chuckle at the back of his throat but nonetheless, he returns the kiss, letting his hand fall to your waist and pull your body closer to his own.
You take the lead this time and nip at his bottom lip. His mouth opens and you rush to slide your tongue in, brushing it against the roof of his mouth and encasing his top lip between your lips as you pull back. He groans and chases after you as you begin to pull back. He's in charge again, letting his tongue roam around your mouth and gently massage against your own. The kiss is intoxicating. You feel a bit dizzy and the room spins around you. The only thing you're really able to focus on is Jiwon's lips as he pulls you closer and consumes all of your senses with him. His smell is slowly beginning to drive you insane. You pull away a bit in need of air. Jiwon's lips quickly fall to your neck and kiss at the sensitive skin. Your breath hitches and your neck voluntarily moves to the opposite side to give him more space. He pulls a bit of skin between his teeth, softly bites down and then soothes it over before taking the newly raw skin into his mouth and sucking harshly against it. You moan at the feeling, although there's a slight pinch it enjoyable and feeling his lips against your pulse is causing it to rise.
You're excited now, the beginnings of your arousal making an appearance and dampening the rapidly heating area between your thighs. Jiwon continues down your neck and to the tops of your breast repeating his movements. You pant and lace your fingers into his hair as he brings his hand to your shoulder and slides the straps of your tank top down, slowly revealing your nipples to the heated room. Yet and still, you shiver and you're sure it's due to the excitement running through your body at the prospect of what could come next.
You don't have to wait long to find out. Jiwon pulls one of your nipples into his mouth and roughly swipes his tongue against the hardened bud. You moan and tug him closer. He groans, takes his hands from your shoulders to place them on your waist, and moves his body forward which naturally causes yours to move back. His lips leave your chest only for a second as he yanks the tank top past your head. When he comes back down he's focused on the nipple he's neglected in favor of the other and showing it as much attention as he'd shown its twin. His breathing fastens a bit and you can tell he's beginning to get heated as well. You moan and buck your hips forward in search of friction.
Jiwon feels the jerky movement and lowers his kisses to your stomach. He fumbles with the button on your jeans before giving up and popping it off with force. You're too turned on to even be concerned with the ruined denim. They weren't that expensive, to begin with, and absolutely nothing else can matter when you have Jiwon panting between your legs. Once your pants are gone he wastes no time lowering his head and licking a long stripe up your slit through your damp panties.
You suck air in through your teeth and bite down on your bottom lip in anticipation. You'd never thought Jiwon to be a tease, but here he is keeping you on edge waiting for his next movement. Another lick to your panties. You whine a bit in need for more. More him, more anything. He chuckles and pinches the ends of your panties together and pulling them forward. The action exposes your damp lips and makes the material push against your clit for the most delicious bit of friction. You moan as he shifts the pinched fabric from side to side working it roughly against your sensitive bundle of nerves. He lowers his mouth to your exposed lips and teasingly swipes his tongue against them. You whine again hoping he'll show mercy. Your wish is granted as he quickly lets go of your underwear to grab one side and push it away. He lays his tongue flat against your entrance and roughly licks up to your clit. The tip of his tongue pushes at the bud before he pulls it into his lips and sucks harshly.
"Jiwon!" You shout in bliss arching your back and pushing your fingers into his hair once again. He pulls back and lets you clit pop from his mouth, letting the lewd smack that follows bounce against the walls. His tongue is at your entrance once again, sloppily gliding against your wetness before sliding up through your folds, kissing your clit, and finding its way back to your arousal.
You moan loudly nd push your hips toward his mouth more chasing the pleasure. Jiwon says nothing and lets you grind against his face and tongue. Small grunts leave his lips and vibrate against your throbbing sex. You hiss in response, the small noises he makes only serving to further your pleasure.
"Shit, Jiwon." You moan, throwing your head back. "Don't stop baby, I'm gonna come."
With your words his moving his hands to spread your nether lips for a clear view of your dripping sex. He pushes his tongue past your entrance and wiggles it around a bit before bringing his mouth to your clit and harshly sucking at it.
You moan and shake as the knot that had begun to form in our stomach uncoils and you release all over Bobby's face. He doesn't let off of your clit until your forcibly pushing his head way. He lifts his head and your see your arousal has coated his chin. You breathily giggle. Jiwon smiles and chuckles a bit in return.
"That was..." You smile.
"I didn't even mean for that to happen," Jiwon says scratching his head. He quickly wipes his face with his hands. You laugh and lean forward to catch the bit he'd left on his nose. He laughs again.
You bite your lip, "I know it wasn't planned but... you wouldn't mind if I returned the favor. Right?"
"Baby, you don't need to," Jiwon says with a small smile.
"I want to." You say reaching forward and massaging his hardened member through his sweats. "So sit back." You say and push him from his knees to his back. "Relax." You continue and push your hand past his sweats and boxers to grip his length. You tug once, and then again, watching his facial expression the entire time.
"Shit." He curses closing hs eyes and raking a hand through his messy hair.
You work to move the sweats with one hand. Jiwon quickly helps you, reaching for the other side and lifting his hips. He hisses as you tug at his now exposed length once again.
"Enjoy," You say as you lower your head and lick a stripe from the base of his shaft to the tip. He keeps his mouth closed and brings a groan up from the back of his throat. You repeat your action once again and he sighs this time letting his mouth fall open slightly. His mouth forms into a small 'o' shape as you take the tip in and lick at his slit. Another sigh and his finally relaxed figure are what you get as you push forward and take in half of his length. This isn't something you're particularly knowledgeable on, but Jiwon doesn't seem to mind one bit. His hand reaches forward and his thumb rubs gainst your jaw as you continue softly sucking on his length.
"Shit..." He curses and pushes his hips forward as you come down. You choke a bit and Jiwon's body shivers in response to the action. Since he seemed to like it so much you try to do it again going down as far as you can and gagging gainst his length. "Fuck." He says pushing his hips forward once again.
You focus on the upper half of his length again and speed up your pace. Your head bobs against him, the sounds your mouth makes against him filling the room and causing Jiwon to buck his hips and chase the warmth. He closes his lips tightly once again fighting the urge to moan out at the feeling of your tongue sliding along the underside of his dick. The pleasure seems to be all he can focus on. It slowly starts to consume him.
"Fuck, baby stop..." Jiwon whines stilling his hips.
You let his hard member fall from your lips and look up at him with questioning eyes, "What is it?"
He groans. The innocent look you're giving now is such a contrast from the filthy actions you'd just been performing a moment ago. "I just..." He starts and sighs not sure ow you'll answer. "I really want to be inside you."
You smile and raise from you bent position, "You guys have condoms here right?"
He sighs in relief and picks you up to carry you to his bedroom. "I'm so glad Donghyuk gave me condoms for my birthday." He mumbles more to himself, but the statement makes you laugh. He gently lays you down before rushing to his drwing and pulling out one of the foil packets. He undresses the rest of the way and you slide your underwear off while he does. He's quick to cover his length and situate himself between your legs.
He pushes in slowly, savoring every bit of you wrapping around him. His eyes and mouth are shut tight, his faced screwed together in concentration as your walls gently pull him further in.
"Fuck," He breathes as he bottoms out and sits up a bit to see where his cock has disappeared into you. His hands grab at your hips and he spreads his legs a bit to further make himself comfortable.
You moan out at the small bits of friction. Having Jiwon inside you is better than you ever could've imagined. Another moan leaves you as he pulls back. You look up to see his eyebrows scrunched together and his lips sealed tightly again. As he pushes back in you move your hips down to meet him.
"Oh fuck.." He says letting his head roll back. "Babygirl... you feel so good." He says and pulls back again. He continues on like that, slow and steady for what seems like a lifetime. It feels amazing but it just isn't enough.
"More." You say as you push down to meet his hips again.
"What?"
"More." You whine and roll you hips forward.
"Babe, I'm trying really hard not to cum." He warns you
"And I'm trying really hard to cum... please baby, I need more."
He sighs and quickly increases his pace, snapping his hips into yours with more force and speed than you'd predicted he would. You moan out and cling to the bed sheets below you. His grip on you hip tightens as pleasure starts to control all of his functions.
"Fuck!" He cries out as he pushes into you harder chasing his pleasure. He pants loudly from above you working to his and you release.
You whine as one of his hands lets go of the death grip he's got on your hips and finds its way to rub rough circles against your clit. It sends you over the edge. Your climax violently rushes through you, spasm after beautiful spasm causing you to tighten your walls against your now still boyfriend.
"Shit..." He hisses pushing into you one last time and filling the condom with his release. He quickly removes himself from your sex before falling beside you. "... How did this happen?" He laughs.
"5 months of sexual tension," you answer with a wide smile. Jiwon laughs louder.
"Yeah, that'll do it. I should go and get our things before the guys get home." He says jumping up and running to retrieve the clothes the two of you had left in the living room. As he picks up the last bits of you clothes he here's the keypad engages signaling someone was using it. His eyes widen and he rushes to the bedroom clothes in hand. "Put on your shirt and my sweats!" He says and throws the clothes at you
"What, why?" You ask tiredly.
"They're back." He says and pulls a pair of shorts from his drawer.
"ALREADY?!" You panic and rush to get the tank top over your head.
Jiwon says nothing as he hops into the bed beside you and hides your undressed lower half with his cover. The boys are loud as they enter the house most of them yelling at Donghyuk, A few seconds later Hanbin is entering the bedroom.
"We're going to kill that boy. He didn't even know where the place was. We were walking around lost for 45 minutes."
Jiwon laughs, "Figures... Can you keep it down though? She's trying to sleep."
"Ah really? I guess she wasn't feeling good. Explains why she didn't want to eat out." Hanbin says. "I'll go tell everyone else to keep it down too."
Jiwon nods and watches as Hanbin walks out of the door before sighing in relief, You rush to pull your underwear and Bobby's sweats up past your legs under the cover. Bobby laughs a bit at your struggle but hugs you tight and kisses your forehead once you've gotten through it.
"Thank you, baby... That was amazing." He smirks.
"Yeah, it was." You smile.
"Hey Jiwon, is this button yours? No one in the living room has a broken pair of jeans." Yunhyeong's voice calls from the other side of the closed door.
FIN.
I hope you enjoyed I know it was really weird and I kind of hate it but it's 2:54 A.M. and I’m hella sick... I’ll write better Bobby smut soon :)
