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loser boyfriend headcanons | l. jooyeon
➨ pairing: bf!jooyeon x fem!reader
➨ genre: fluff + smut
➨ word count: 761
➨ warnings: pervert panty stealing jooyeon.. mentions of somnophilia and edging because i love it #Sawry
➨ a/n: this was lowk written for my babi @xdeez-75 i love you so much (•ᴗ<˶)✧₊ writing things like this makes me realize how much of an actual FREAK i am like forreal.!! lmk if y’all want more hc like these :3
loser bf jooyeon who.. trips over his own feet when he tries to act nonchalant in front of you, and ends up in near tears trying to make you pay attention to literally ANYTHING else
loser bf jooyeon who.. has the absolute WORST taste in clothing. you’re basically his stylist at this point, and his thief since all you do is steal half his closet. but he loves it when he gets them back and they smell like you
loser bf jooyeon who.. acts like he’s “locked in” during practice, bass in his lap and amp turned up all the way (or as loud as you let him), just for him to be watching random youtube videos on his laptop
loser bf jooyeon who.. sees a single vegetable in the meal that you made him and fights for his absolute life to finish to no matter what, because his love for you is stronger than his hatred for greens
loser bf jooyeon who.. sends you long voice messages instead of texting you because he “gets distracted” (he really just misses you and hates when he can’t call you)
loser bf jooyeon who.. HATES when you’re mad at him, he feels so sad even though it was definitely his fault :< will sulk until you forgive him, and will definitely make you forget why you were even mad in the first place
loser bf jooyeon who.. acts cocky all the time, like he KNOWS he’s attractive, but completely melts into his hands when you compliment him
loser bf jooyeon who.. tries to be a good boyfriend and bake for you but FAILS. nearly burns down the kitchen and gets a really long scolding from jungsu
loser bf jooyeon who.. stays up all night playing video games, specifically leave league of legends, and then pretends to have slept when you text him good morning just so you don’t yell at him >.<
loser bf jooyeon who.. can’t help but cum in his pants everytime you guys make out. you’re so hot and he can’t take it when you’re grinding on him :[
loser bf jooyeon who.. pouts when you scold him for his late-night gaming, but secretly loves the attention. he just nuzzles his head into your neck, murmuring how your voice is the only thing that could ever make him hard enough to beg you to ride his cock until he fills you up
loser bf jooyeon who.. wakes up hard every morning. normal for guys right? wrong. for him, the second he wakes up and feels you next to him, your thin sleeping wear lifting up in all the right places, he’s fighting back a moan in his throat and doing everything in his power not to fuck you in that state
loser bf jooyeon who.. has stolen your panties so many times, you stopped keeping count of how many have gone “missing” since you started dating him. he felt wrong and dirty for it at first, but how dirty could it be when you’re his girlfriend? when you’re not home, he can spend hours jerking himself off into the fabric til it’s basically nothing, just a frail piece of lace covered in his own cum dripping down his hand
loser bf jooyeon who.. can edge himself for hours if you asked him to. he’s been crying and whimpering into his own fist in his hotel room while you’re watching from your phone screen, thousands of miles away. he’s just so good and obedient, and wants to please you in any way. maybe you’ll tease him a little longer, you’ll finally let him finish ;3
loser bf jooyeon who.. had no clue about his size kink until he met you. your first time together, his mouth was left open in shock seeing your hands barely being able to wrap around him, let alone take him entirely.
loser bf jooyeon who.. could spend hours between your thighs if you let him. his knees digging into the mattress of his messy bed, hands gripping onto your hips to push you down and keep you close so you don’t move. his tongue his constantly switching from sucking on your clit to prodding your hole, never letting you get used to a single feeling at once. you lift his head by his hair, his eyes are glossed over and lips dripping from your heat. but he only has one mission: to make you squirt on his tongue.
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LJY: Charge up.
pairing: idol lee jooyeon/f!idol reader
content warning: smut, cunnilingus, voyeurism a little, almost getting caught (doesn't happen lol), munch jooyeon tyvm
w/c: 1756
a/n: another thing quick thing I have written while drunk, let me know if there's any mistakes <3
Staff are all over you making sure your outfit is pinned in the right places, your mic pack is secured in the back pocket of your shorts, and that your lip color is bright and shiny. You’re about to go on stage to perform your solo performance for the first time ever. Your group has been around for a few years and the company decided for this album each of your members would get a solo. In meetings you specifically asked for a more mature song, you wanted to show a different side of yourself as an artist. The stage costume you wear is all black and glittery, slivers of skin peeking out in a provocative manner. You feel the vibrations from the vcr playing currently to intermission while you get ready. It’s almost an out of body experience when you step up on the stage lift with your dancers. From the first notes of your song, the crowd erupts into screams and cheers. You walk down the extended stage, singing and doing some steps of the choreography along the way. When you approach the audience you see banners with your name, the confidence you wear slips momentarily when a grateful smile lights up your face.
Then you see him, your boyfriend. Jooyeon is completely concealed by a beanie and a black mask, but you know it’s him by the way he’s standing and bopping his head. You asked him to stay in the back rows during your solo, thinking it’d make you more nervous to directly see him, but he insisted he needed to be in the front row, he’s standing with his manager and your own are around with cameras to film you, he blends right in. Either way you would’ve given the show of your life, but seeing him right there makes you feel like you have to prove yourself even more. You purposefully stop in front of the section where he stands to do the floor work section of your solo where your bare legs move in a seductive way. When you stand to walk to the other side of the stage, you throw a wink his way. If only you could see his live reaction without a mask on.
It all ends in the blink of an eye, you find yourself back on the main stage waiting for the lights to fade out while taking in all the excited screams from your fans.
Backstage your staff also cheers for you as you’re guided back to your dressing room.
“You were totally killer out there!! I knew you’d do so well” your manager comments
“Thank you!! I was so nervous I don’t even know if I slipped up or not” you sigh happily
“You did perfect! Do you need anything before changing?” she asks
“Yeah, actually I’m gonna use the bathroom first”
Your manager nods as you start to walk towards it, you reach for the handle of the door and pull it open, but you feel a weight drag you in quicker than expected which makes you shriek.
Your back hits the door suddenly and you’re caged in by Jooyeon who isn’t wearing his disguise anymore, letting his dark hair fall forward as he wears a goofy grin on his face, satisfied that he just scared the hell out of you.
“What the fuck jooyeon!” you yell smacking his arm
his eyes crinkle when he laughs at your response “I got you good, didn’t I?”
you want to laugh too but you had a job to do “what’re you doing here?! I have to go get changed soon”
“I just wanted to congratulate my beautiful girlfriend for performing so well, is that a crime?” he gives you a quick peck
“When I’m on a time limit, yes!”
you’d rather be melting into his embrace, to let yourself take in all the praise for your hard work out there but the invisible watch on your wrist is ticking
His hands that were against the door move to grab you by the waist possessively
“How much time?” His expression is hopeful when he waits for your answer
you look around the room still exasperated “like 10 minutes max?”
“perfect” he says with a devilish smirk before dropping down to his knees
“What're you doing?!” you ask even though you already feel his fingers worming their way into the hem of your bottoms, working to slowly pull them down. You feel his lips around your exposed stomach area and wiggle in his hold, noting the way those ticklish sensation make you throb and start to wet your panties.
“J-jooyeon, we can’t-“
Your words mean nothing to him as he takes off the layers separating your pussy from his mouth, he places a kiss right on your clit, making you moan quietly as your hips unconsciously tilt forward
“Oh please baby, I saw the way you looked at me up there, I know you want this too” he’s all too relaxed having you like this while you’re thinking about how you still have a show to go back to, but your heartbeat pounding is in your ears as you see the way he carries on his actions, spreading your thighs apart. He looks up at you with charming eyes you would never deny "I'll make it worth your while, yeah?” his tongue finally makes contact with your folds, licking up all the juices that spilled out of you thus far, your head falls against the door as you restrain another noise from coming out of your mouth
He gets messy quickly, it leaves you with no time to breathe, the combination of your slick and his saliva go all over the place, it runs down your thighs and his chin. He’s unapologetic about the manner in which he slurps and sucks on your clit. Your hands grip onto his hair as he laps at you like a thirsty dog.
It’s hard to not let yourself scream out at the pleasure he’s giving you, but instead you whimper as his tongue works its magic on you as you find yourself grinding on his face.
He moans against you as he’s pulled so closely into your body he almost chokes on the lack of air, the way you’re using him to get off makes his dick strain against his pants, one hand letting go of your leg to palm himself.
Suddenly there’s a knock at the door, it jolts you forward and the voice of your manager follows
“Y/n? Are you okay in there?”
Sweat trickles down your temple as you reply nervously “Y-yeah! I’m all good!”
The air of jooyeon’s quiet chuckle vibrates against you and you flick him lightly on the forehead, faking anger in your intense stare down at him, he simply laughs and rubs your outer thigh tenderly, waiting for you two to be left alone again
“Are you sure? You sound out of breath” she questions
annoyed, you roll your eyes “just tired is all!”
Two of jooyeon’s fingers start to trail up and down your pussy, soon probing at your hole and you bite down on your bottom lip and accidentally groan lowly
“Okay.. well you have about 5 minutes before you have to change, hurry up!”
“Sounds good!” You yell back as soon as she finished her sentence, all while he had slowly started inserting himself
You whip your head back down towards him
“Make me cum.. please” you beg in a whisper, running your hands through his hair sweetly
He wears a cocky grin, knowing he could send you back out there right in this moment, but he doesn’t dwell on that thought because his favorite sight isn’t the idol version of you who moves across a stage with enough strong presence and talent to entertain a crowd, it’s the you that only he gets to see, his gorgeous partner who stands above him, needy for him and the climax only he can provide.
Obeying your command, his movements become quicker, curling his digits in and out of you at the angle that directly pushes on your g spot, pairing that with the way he dove right back into your drenched cunt with his mouth, treating it like he can’t live without the taste of you. The sounds you let out start to increase in volume.
He throws one of your legs over his shoulder as he continues his attack with the wet muscle of his mouth, swirling it around your sweet bundle of nerves, his lustful efforts pining you against the door once more with his intensity. You show your appreciation through the sobs that you let out when he sucks harshly and hums to add further stimulation. He’s treating your incoming orgasm like it’ll be his ticket to heaven, to him you definitely look like a goddess with your lips parted, singing out a symphony of moans and tears lining your bottom lashes. It makes the ache in his jaw become meaningless, still thrusting his soaked fingers into you rapidly when those licking motions of his falter due to the distraction that is your beauty.
“S-so close!” you warn him
He already knew that by the way you were bucking your lower half into him, one of his hands slowly trials its way under your top and starts to pinch and pull at your hardened nipple. The combination of the satisfying feelings he's giving you make you gasp out as you reach your peak, lids closed as stars flicker in your darkened vision. You feel your knees grow weak as jooyeon drinks up everything you have to offer, not detaching from you until you tug him with a force to detach from you, which he whimpers at.
You try to breathe normally in your post orgasmic state as you catch the look on his face, almost as desperate as yours “Fuck… you’re so good to me joo, i’m sorry I have to go, i’ll make it up to you later! Promise” you bend down to kiss his shiny lips as you caress his hair
His grin is mischievous as he tells you “go baby, i've got a mess to clean up” his eyes pointing downwards, making you meet with the dark spot on his jeans
Huffing out a noise of pleasant shock, you can't help but tease him "you're so easy, my love”
Jooyeon grabs one of your hand and brings up your knuckle to his lips a leaves a soft kiss “only for you angel”
sex in the shower!
nsfw!
Goo Gunil
You two had argued earlier, nothing serious, just sharp words spoken too quickly. But regret came fast, and so did the ache of missing each other. Not even two hours had passed, yet the distance between you already felt unbearable.
As a quiet olive branch, and as Gunil whispered, “my way of apologizing”, you slipped into the shower together.
Steam wrapped around you like a warm veil, the sharp scent of soap mixing with the heat. The only sound was the water sliding down your bodies, tracing slow paths over skin still tense from the argument.
“I’m sorry, love…” he finally murmured, his voice low, velvet-soft, as the hot water poured over his shoulders and dripped down the lines of his chest.
“I’m sorry too… I hate when we fight.” You moved closer hesitant, then certain, and wrapped your arms around him. His hands rose immediately, gripping your waist, pulling you flush against him. He kissed your cheek, wet and noisy, the sound echoing deliciously in the steamy bathroom.
“I hate it too,” he breathed against your skin, “I love you… so much.” His lips brushed your cheek, then wandered to your jaw, then down your neck, kisses slowly deepening, tasting you, lingering with a hunger that made your knees weaken. The warm glide of his tongue against your pulse point sent a rush of heat low in your belly. Your fingers curled into his biceps, feeling every flex beneath your touch.
His mouth drifted down to your breasts, his kisses turning into open-mouthed worship. A low moan slipped from you when his lips closed around your nipple, the mix of hot water, warm breath, and his tongue making your skin spark.
“Let me apologize properly…” he whispered against your breast, the vibration of his voice rumbling through your ribs. His hands slid down to your waist, guiding you back until your spine met the cool tile wall. Your fingers tangled in his dark, wet hair.
“Hm…?” he hummed, teasing you, though his eyes had already darkened with intention.
You looked down at him, his mouth descending slower, more purposeful, his breath caressing every inch of your skin on the way.
Your nod was small, bitten into your lip, but he caught it. And he smile, soft, wicked, reverent.
He kissed down your stomach, pausing just long enough for anticipation to coil tightly inside you, then continued until he reached your pelvis. He licked his lips, almost unconsciously, as though savoring the moment before touching you.
He moved your hands to his shoulders, grounding you.
“Hold on to me…” he murmured, voice warm and gravel-soft.
He lifted your leg over his shoulder, kissing the inside of your thigh with a slow hunger that made your hips jerk forward. The water streamed between your bodies, making everything slicker, hotter, more intimate.
When his mouth finally reached you, he started with gentle strokes of his tongue light, teasing, enough to make your breath hitch and your eyes flutter shut. Your head fell back, a soft sound leaving your lips as your thigh trembled around his shoulder.
Then he gripped your thigh tighter… And devoured you.
A sharp moan tore from your throat at the same time a deep groan rumbled from his, as if tasting you ignited something primal in him. You clutched his shoulders, nails pressing into wet skin.
Open-mouthed, messy, lips sliding, tongue fucking you with slow, filthy strokes that had your thighs shaking almost instantly. Hot water spilled over your stomach, mixing with the slick between your legs, making everything slippery and desperate.
He licked your clit slowly at first, long, deliberate strokes, before sucking lightly, then harder, finding your rhythm, your need. His free hand slid up your ass, gripping firmly, pulling you forward until you were practically grinding against his mouth. He moaned into you, the vibration sending a shiver through your whole body.
Your fingers dove back into his hair, tugging gently as you tried to stay balanced, but your hips had a mind of their own, rolling, seeking him, chasing the heat building unbearably fast.
He alternated between deep, slow licks and tight, precise suction on your clit, your thighs trembling, breath broken, the sound of water mixing with your moans, with his hungry breaths, with the obscene little sounds echoing off the tile.
You were close, so close, your voice rising, his name slipping out in gasps, in whimpers, in desperate little cries.
He tightened his grip on your ass, guiding your movements, making you ride the heat of his mouth until your orgasm hit hard.
Your breath caught, your whole body locked tight, then released in a trembling wave that shook through you. A long, broken moan fell from your lips as your legs nearly gave out. He held you through it, mouth still soft against you as you shuddered in his hands.
Only when you finally loosened, chest heaving, did he give one last slow, indulgent lick…
Then kissed your thigh as if sealing the moment.
When you looked down, he was flushed, lips glistening not just from the shower, but from you, eyes dark with affection and desire.
“Come here,” he panted. “I’m not done apologizing.”
Kim Jungsu
It was a slow Sunday, and you both had the day off. You’d spent most of the morning tangled in sheets and kisses, a lazy pillow-fight here and there, neither of you willing to abandon the warmth of the bed.
“Baby… we need to shower.” he murmured against your ear, his arms wrapped around you from behind as you lay curled together.
You let out a soft groan, nodding reluctantly before finally gathering the courage to get up. Soon, you were both stepping into the warmth of the shower.
The gentle steam wove around your bodies, morning sunlight slipping through the bathroom window, mixing with the soft scent of soap hanging in the air.
He looked at you with a faint shyness, his gaze drifting hesitantly over your skin, enough to make you smile.
“What are you staring at so much?” you asked softly, rinsing the last hints of foam from your hair, foam he had lovingly worked through with his own hands.
“You’re beautiful…” he whispered, stepping closer until your bodies melted into one delicious line of heat.
You laughed quietly, cheeks warm, placing your hands on his chest and stroking the soft skin.
“So are you… the most handsome man alive, and the sexiest.” Your playful tone made him exhale in surprise, a blush rising as you leaned up to kiss his neck, leaving a lingering mark before giving him a teasing bite. His hands gripped your waist firmly, pulling you even closer. Your breasts, already heavy and sensitive, brushed against him, your nipples hardening and making him gasp as arousal sparked between you.
“Kiss me…” you whispered, and he did, immediately. His lips crashed into yours with a mix of hunger and tenderness. A low moan slipped from your throat as you held his face, the kiss deepening, his tongue drawing yours into his mouth for a few slow, intoxicating seconds. When your lips parted, a thin string of saliva still connected you.
His hands slid down from your waist to your ass, squeezing gently. The eye contact grew hotter, the desire between you pulsing and unstoppable.
“I want you…” he breathed, one hand leaving your ass to lift your thigh, guiding it around his waist. The movement made your bodies align perfectly, your warmth brushing against him in a slow, tantalizing friction that made both of you moan.
“Yes…” you whispered, your hands gliding down his chest. He guided you carefully to the wall, pressing you there softly, your leg still wrapped tightly around him.
You shared the same heavy, humid air of the shower, breaths mingling.
“Do you want me now? Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asked in a low voice, his fingers sliding from your ass to your heat, finding you already soaked. The sound both of you made was pure, helpless pleasure.
His fingers, coated with your essence, rose to his lips. He tasted you, closing his eyes for just a moment, and you watched, wide-eyed, your breath catching.
“Want some?” he murmured when his fingers left his mouth, and you nodded, your thigh tightening again around him.
He smiled softly, glancing down where your bodies were almost touching. His hand wrapped around himself, stroking once, twice, before guiding himself to your entrance. The soft pressure made you gasp.
He looked at your face one last time, wanting to see every detail of your reaction.
Then he slid into you, and your brows knit together, your mouth falling open as your body trembled with the raw, delicious stretch of him.
“Mmh… does that feel good, sweetheart?” he groaned, his voice shaking.
“Yes… yes, please…” you moaned, gripping his shoulders tighter.
He didn’t hesitate. He moved slowly at first, rolling his hips, his cock pulsing inside you, snug within your soft walls.
He tipped his head back, eyes fluttering shut. His throat was exposed, and you immediately leaned in, kissing, licking, trailing your mouth along his skin, up to his jaw. His breaths came out broken, desperate, as his thrusts grew hungrier.
You felt your orgasm rising fast and deep, a visceral pull tightening your belly. Your pussy clenched around Jungsu, who grabbed your face and kissed you; messy, wet, filthy. Saliva smearing at the corners of your mouths.
His hips snapped harder, more precise, both of you trembling on the edge. Your moans turned breathless, needy.
“Jungs…” you gasped into the kiss before pulling back, your head falling against the wall as the climax tore through you, wave after wave.
Your bodies tightened at the same time, then pleasure bloomed. You felt him spill into you, warm and thick, his hips rolling through a few more deep thrusts to prolong it, your leg tightening around his waist as if to keep him there, pressed against you.
He pressed his forehead to yours, panting. “Fuck… I’m not done with you,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Not even close.”
Oh Seungmin (O.de)
He came home from the gym completely drenched. His shirt clung to his chest, sweat dripping down the carved lines of his abs, the veins along his arms still swollen from the workout. He wiped his forehead with the hem of his shirt, giving you an accidental view of the deep V-line disappearing beneath his shorts.
You froze in the hallway.
Your mouth went dry. Your thighs pressed together. Your heartbeat sank straight between your legs.
“Hey, baby,” he said, still a little breathless from the training session. “Didn’t think you’d still be awake.”
But the moment he looked at you, your flushed cheeks, parted lips, pupils blown wide. He understood everything without you needing to speak.
“Oh,” he murmured, a slow smirk growing. “You’re looking at me like you want to eat me alive.”
You looked away, flustered.
“Hm… no. I’m just a little tired,” you answered softly, embarrassed at being caught wanting him this badly.
He stepped closer. His voice dropped.
“You don’t want to shower with me?” he asked innocently, too innocently. “I might need help. My body’s a little sore…”
The intention behind the words was unmistakable. You swallowed and nodded, still shy, but unable to hide the desire burning in your eyes as you watched him.
Minutes later, the two of you were under the shower’s warm water. Silence hung between you at first, not awkward, just charged. You tried to act normal, rinsing your hair, but your eyes kept drifting to his sculpted body, to water sliding over his chest, his arms, his abdomen. Your mouth was dry all over again.
He moved behind you without warning.
His arms wrapped around you, his biceps coming to rest carefully around your neck. You gasped, surprised, but the warmth that followed was instant, flooding you from the inside out.
“You’re terrible at hiding things,” he whispered with a grin. The hand not around your neck slid up your waist, slow and teasing. “You liked the muscles, didn’t you? Hm?”
His fingers brushed your skin like he already knew the answer.
“Yes…” you breathed, tilting your head against his arm, watching the way his biceps framed your neck so perfectly, how strong he looked holding you like that.
“All of this is for you,” he murmured against your ear. A smile touched his lips as his hand drifted down from your stomach, lower… until his fingers found your already soaked heat.
“And you’re already trembling,” he whispered. “Do you want to cum, sweetheart?”
“Please…” you exhaled, barely able to keep your voice steady.
He inhaled deeply, lips grazing your ear before he began to touch you. Circling your most sensitive spot with careful, devastating precision. His fingers were slow at first, gentle, exploring… then firmer, confident.
Your legs trembled. Your eyes fluttered shut. Your head fell back against his arm instinctively, offering him your throat, your breath, your entire body.
He tightened his hold around your neck, not constricting, just grounding you, guiding you deeper into the sensation.
Then he leaned forward and captured your lips in a soft, fleeting kiss, watching every reaction you gave him… Every twitch, every breath, every gasp.
His fingers left your clit only long enough to adjust you. He nudged you slightly forward, arching your back just enough that your ass pressed against him, leaving you open, exposed, inviting.
His hand slid behind you.
He dragged his fingers between your folds from behind, testing how wet you were, before sinking two fingers deep into you. Your walls squeezed around him instantly, needy and hot.
“Does this feel good, darling?” he asked, pumping his fingers slowly, stretching you, teasing you.
“Faster… Seung…” you whimpered, opening your eyes to meet his.
The need in your gaze made him grow feral.
He kissed you again, biting softly at your lip as his fingers plunged into you faster, deeper. Each thrust was precise, intentional, perfectly angled.
Your moans filled the shower. His name spilled from your lips. Your knees threatened to give out.
Then, his fingers curled inside you and found that spot.
Your whole body jolted.
You gasped, high-pitched, uncontrollable. Your walls clamping down around him as your orgasm ripped through you. Your legs trembled violently, your breath caught in your throat.
He held you there with nothing but the strength of his arm around your neck, keeping you upright as the pleasure crashed through every nerve in your body.
You grabbed his bicep desperately, nails digging into the hard muscle as if you needed something to anchor you while your orgasm pulsed out of you in waves.
“Mmh… you did so well,” he whispered into your skin.
He kissed your neck; slow, messy, possessive, leaving deep marks as your breath slowly returned, your body still trembling from the intensity of what he’d just pulled out of you.
Kwak Jiseok (Gaon)
The air in the house was still thick with the sweet, nostalgic ghosts of the celebration, the faint, lingering scent of vanilla and sugar from the cake, scattered remnants of confetti catching the dim light, and the warm, vibrant echo of loud, joyful laughter. It had been a small party, yes, but intensely vibrant, a luminous bubble of warmth packed with the people who adored him. And you, with meticulous devotion, had orchestrated every single detail, from the twinkling, mismatched fairy lights strung across the backyard like a galaxy, to the custom playlist you knew, without a shadow of a doubt, always made him a little too excited, a little too free.
And truly, he had been. Entirely. All night long, every time his eyes, dark and shining, met yours across the crowded room, his smile came too easily, too wide, a pure, heart-spilling joy that seemed to bubble over from deep within. He hadn't let go of your hand for a single, precious second, his fingers intertwined with yours, a constant, comforting anchor. And when the last of the friends finally waved goodbye from the porch, disappearing into the cool night, he seemed to flicker even more alive, more intensely alight, as if the real, uninhibited magic of the night were only just beginning.
Closing the door behind the final guest, the click echoing softly in the sudden quiet, he pulled you against him by the waist, his arms encircling you in a firm, possessive embrace. A low, throaty laugh rumbled in his chest, vibrating against your ear as he leaned his forehead against yours, his breath warm and sweet.
"You know you just absolutely ruined all my expectations, right?" he whispered, his voice already turning rough, a sensual rasp. "Because now, no other birthday, no matter how grand, will ever measure up to this one. You've set an impossible standard."
"Oh, stop that," you chuckled, the sound airy and light, even as you melted deeper into his arms, letting his warmth envelop you. "You're only being so incredibly sappy because you had a few too many drinks."
He playfully nudged his nose against yours, a soft, teasing rub. "No," he countered, his voice a low, firm murmur. "I'm sappy because it's you."
You rolled your eyes with a playful, teasing smile, a small, knowing grin playing on your lips. Then, with a gentle tug, you pulled him toward the bathroom, after the two of you making quick, easy work of the beautiful, chaotic mess the party had left behind. A shared ritual of domesticity after the joyous storm.
You stepped into the shower together, the warm water already running, filling the small space with a soft, steamy veil that fogged the mirrors and kissed your skin. He flicked a few playful drops of water at you, a mischievous spark in his eyes, an unspoken invitation to a gentle, loving water fight. You laughed, a pure, uninhibited sound, leaning into his solid frame and wrapping him in a tight, possessive hug, your face pressed against his wet chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
"This was, without a doubt, my best birthday ever," he murmured, his voice a contented sigh, his dark eyes shining down at you with an almost childlike wonder. "I love you. So, so much," he added, pulling you even closer, his arms tightening around you as if to imprint the moment onto his very soul.
You smiled to yourself, a thrilling, secret idea forming, blooming in the quiet space between your thoughts. He deserved this, you decided. He deserved every ounce of pleasure, every lingering sensation, for simply being the best boyfriend a person could ever dream of.
"It's not over yet, actually…" you whispered, your voice low and laced with a hint of delicious mystery. "I have one last surprise for you."
He pulled back slightly, his hands still anchored firmly and possessively on your hips, his eyes, dark and searching, now clouded with an intense, burning curiosity. A playful grin touched his lips. "Hmm? What is it?" he asked, his voice laced with an almost boyish excitement.
You bit your lip softly, drawing his gaze, before slowly, deliberately sinking to your knees in front of him, the cold tile a sharp contrast to the burning anticipation in the air. His mouth dropped open, a soft gasp escaping his lips, his eyes wide with stunned surprise and dawning comprehension.
"Love…?" he asked, his voice barely a bewildered breath, a question hanging heavy in the steamy air. You took his strong, calloused hands in yours, guiding them to cup your face in a tender, almost reverent caress. He followed your lead, his fingers tracing your cheekbones, still slightly confused but already vibrating with an undeniable, high-voltage energy, sensing the intense, primal pleasure that was about to unfold. His body was already coiled, ready.
You then took his index and middle fingers, still slick from the shower, bringing them to your lips, and sucked them gently, deliberately, your eyes locked with his. He inhaled sharply, a ragged sigh escaping him. Your tongue circled the wet tips of your fingers, tracing the shape, mimicking the wet, eager glide of his own hard cock, a silent promise of what was to come.
You withdrew the fingers, giving them one last, lingering lick, your gaze never leaving his, before gently guiding his hands up, threading them into your wet, slick hair.
"Fuck my mouth, Jiseok…" you whispered, your voice husky, raw with desire, the words a direct, undeniable command. "This is your present."
He inhaled sharply, his entire body trembling. His cock, already thick and straining, pulsed with a hungry demand.
A volatile mixture of eagerness and a lingering, exquisite hesitation made him grasp your hair more firmly, but still with a tender, gentle restraint. You opened your mouth wide, tilting your head back, your throat exposed, and slowly, deliberately, took him in. He was thick, hot, filling you. You choked slightly on the sudden, overwhelming intrusion, a small, involuntary gasp escaping your lips. He groaned, a deep, primal sound, throwing his head back against the tiled wall, the warm water still sluicing down his lean, sculpted abdomen.
"Baby…" he groaned, his voice thick with raw passion, his thumb stroking your cheek, a feather-light touch, as he began to move, sliding in and out of you with a slow, deliberate rhythm. "You're so perfect… God, you're absolutely perfect…" He smiled sideways, a crooked, sensual grin, his movements growing more confident, deeper now, inside your willing, smiling mouth. He watched you with half-lidded eyes, entirely consumed by the intoxicating pleasure.
You pressed your hands against his muscular thighs, anchoring yourself, taking purchase, giving yourself leverage to move in perfect, synchronized rhythm with his powerful thrusts. Your tongue danced, circling the wet, slick, engorged head of his shaft, a delicate, teasing swirl that made him shudder violently, gripping your hair with a sudden, primal strength. A soft, breathless sound escaped your throat as the deep, resonant vibrations passed through him, through you.
"Fuck, baby. This is so fucking good, I'm going to come so hard…" he said, his voice a tortured, ecstatic whisper, punctuated by guttural groans and ragged sighs.
You intensified the rhythm, your movements growing faster, more aggressive, driven by an insatiable need to push him over the edge. His hips slammed into your mouth with a frantic, desperate speed. Your jaw ached, a dull throb, but the pain was a negligible price for the sight of his complete, unadulterated satisfaction as he raced toward his shattering climax.
He let out one long, drawn-out, final moan, a sound ripped from the very depths of his soul, his entire body tensing, arching, before collapsing in a sweet, exquisite rush of release. You felt him spill into your mouth, a warm, thick gush, the soft, saline taste washing over your tongue. You swallowed every single drop, eagerly, hungrily, a true act of devotion.
He watched you, his hand still stroking your cheek, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You slowly pulled off him, his cock still throbbing, then began kissing your way up his flat, taut stomach, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses, until your lips finally reached his, soft and swollen. His face was flushed crimson, his eyes closed, still lost in the afterglow.
"You just sucked out my soul," he murmured, his voice a weak, contented chuckle, making you laugh out loud, a clear, joyous sound that echoed through the steamy bathroom.
Han Hyeongjun (Junhan)
lately, exhaustion had been your constant shadow. Endless hours of overtime bled into restless evenings, your mind perpetually racing, devising new strategies to navigate the intricate knots of your professional life. The strain was visible, a deep-set weariness that even the most spirited smile couldn't fully mask.
Hyeongjun, observant and deeply caring, noticed the toll it was taking. He wasn't one for grand declarations; his love was spoken through deliberate, tender actions. That evening, he simply offered: an act of profound, intimate care. He would tend to you in the bath,washing your hair, massaging the tension from your weary shoulders, and simply being there.
The water, a balm of exquisite heat, cascaded over both of you, mingling with the steam that softened the edges of the room and the anxieties of the day. After meticulously washing the scent of stress from your hair, Jun began his delicate work. His hands were strong, yet incredibly gentle, kneading the knots in your shoulders with a focused, loving intention.
A soft, involuntary sound of pure relief escaped your lips. A quiet, contented sigh that echoed slightly in the humid air. Hyeongjun paused, his large eyes glancing at your face with an endearing curiosity. You were turned with your back against his chest, and he shifted, drawing your body closer into the comforting cradle of his own.
“Is that better, my love?” he murmured, his voice a low, sweet resonance. His hands slid from your shoulders, down the curve of your arms, until they gently captured your own. You nodded, a silent affirmation, tightening your grip on his hands, wanting to hold onto the tangible proof of his affection.
“Tell me,” he asked, his voice barely a whisper against the low, steady sound of the running water, “is there anything else I can do to help you truly relax?” A small, genuine smile touched your lips, the first true smile of the day. You turned slowly within the water, your eyes meeting his, still holding his hands captive.
“Yes,” you answered, your voice a playful, teasing lilt. “Kiss me.” You pursed your lips with mock impatience, your eyes twinkling, waiting for the soft touch of his lips against yours. Junhan’s signature shy smile bloomed on his face. He leaned in, offering a kiss so light, so chaste, it was little more than a whisper of contact. But before he could retreat, you acted. You wrapped your arm around his neck, rising onto the balls of your feet, and deepened the kiss, transforming the shy touch into a profound statement. He emitted a soft, surprised sound, a low hum, giving you permission to lead, to set the pace. Your tongues met in the warm, wet collision of the moment.
He sighed your name into the kiss, a warm breath against your mouth, still tinged with the endearing shyness that clung to him, even after all your time together. Hyeongjun was often hesitant to let his touch become overtly sensual, and you found this bashful purity utterly captivating. Reaching down, you gently guided one of his hands from your own, placing it on your waist, then guiding it upward, over the swell of your hip, until his fingers brushed the soft curve of your breast.
A dual groan of pleasure and surprise escaped both of you, cutting the kiss short. The air in the small room seemed to grow heavier, thicker with shared desire, and Junhan’s cheeks flushed a beautiful, deep red.
“I want to make you feel completely good,” he said, his voice reduced to a raw, barely audible thread. You leaned back with him until your shoulders found the cool anchor of the tiled wall. With a sweet, trusting smile, you nodded, granting him the unspoken, total permission he needed to explore the depths of your mutual desire.
His shy smile returned, this time carrying a confident spark. Slowly, deliberately, his fingers found their way to your already softened, ready core. You parted your legs ever so slightly, a gentle invitation, and he gasped softly as his hand brushed against your welcoming wetness. You sighed, a fragile, trembling sound of anticipation, as your hand left his neck to thread through his wavy hair, caressing the back of his head.
Junhan watched your face intently, his thumb beginning to trace slow, meticulous circles on your swollen clit. You tilted your head back, eyes closed, riding the first tender waves of rising pleasure.
“Jun…” The moan was a soft plea, and you began to grind subtly against the pressure of his fingers. Confirming your readiness, he slipped two fingers, the middle and ring, inside you, his thumb never leaving its sensitive post.
“Does that feel right…?” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your wet cheek. You nodded with a desperate urgency, biting your lip to keep the escalating sounds of pleasure contained. He began to move his fingers in a rhythmic, searching cadence, ensuring his thumb remained precisely on your most sensitive point. You knew the edge was near; the deep relaxation you craved was manifesting as intense physical release. You pulled him back into a messy, hungry kiss as he continued his masterful internal stimulation, mapping the hidden, sweet spots inside you.
Shedding the last vestiges of shyness, Junhan broke the kiss, his mouth descending to the curve of your neck. You wrapped one leg around his waist, granting him better access, allowing his fingers to find new, deeper angles. His free hand secured your thigh, while his lips and tongue continued their journey downward, claiming your breasts, teasing, sucking, and gently nipping at your sensitive skin.
With a final, shattering moan, your body dissolved into an all-encompassing orgasm, your legs momentarily losing their strength. He groaned in unison, feeling the intense clench of your muscles around his fingers, his eyes fixed on the beautiful surrender in your face. Your essence spilled warmly onto his hand, and a primal desire washed over him, a fleeting urge to taste you.
You let out one last, profound sigh as your body settled, your leg unhooking from his waist to find purchase on the shower floor once more. “Are you alright?” he asked, pulling his wet fingers slowly from your core.
You laughed softly, a sound of perfect contentment, and nodded, pulling him in for a final, lingering kiss, a silent promise of the ease and love that awaited you both.
Lee Jooyeon
You two were still living inside the soft glow of that honeymoon phase slow touches, lingering hands, every brush of skin turning warm too fast. All day it built between you: his fingers sliding down your thigh, your lips finding the curve of his neck, glances that held more than they said.
By the time you got home, the tension had turned into something sweet and heavy.
You slipped into the shower first, letting the hot water run over your shoulders, leaving the door unlocked on purpose, already knowing Jooyeon would join you the second he found an excuse.
It didn’t take long.
You had just rinsed the last of the shampoo from your hair when you heard the bathroom door open, soft and careful.
“Baby…? Is it okay if I come in?” he asked, his voice carrying that tiny anxious tremble he tried to hide.
You laughed quietly, letting your voice echo through the steam. “It’s okay, come in.”
He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click before joining you under the spray.
“Oh hell, that’s freezing.” He said dramatically, hugging himself.
You rolled your eyes. “It is not freezing. You just bathe like you’re trying to melt your skeleton.”
He shook his head in exaggerated denial, then stepped right up to you, eyes full of mischief.
“I’m freezing. Warm me,” he declared, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his damp body against yours.
You couldn’t help but laugh as you embraced him back, your cheek resting against his slim chest. Warm skin against warm skin, steam curling around you both, his breath soft on the top of your head.
Then you felt it… his lips brushing the crown of your hair, his hands slipping down to your waist, thumbs stroking slow circles on your skin.
A small sound escaped your throat, the kind you didn’t mean to let out, and you felt him exhale sharply, his body reacting instantly to the closeness, to every inch of tension you two had built throughout the day.
You looked up at him, lips brushing his jaw as you kissed his neck. His grip tightened suddenly, pulling your hips right against his, stealing your breath.
Your eyes met for a heartbeat. dark, warm, wanting. before you both leaned in at once.
The kiss was slow at first, deep and warm, your hands tracing the soft lines of his torso, his quiet breath filling the shower. His mouth moved with yours like he knew every part of you already. His hands drifted up, cupping your breasts gently, his thumbs brushing over your damp skin as he explored you with growing hunger.
He broke the kiss only to lower his mouth to your neck, his wet hair brushing your chest and making you shiver. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers sinking into his long hair, pulling him closer.
He kissed his way down, slow and deliberate, until he reached your breasts. He took one into his mouth while his hand tended to the other, his tongue trailing circles before he gently sucked your hardened nipple.
You gasped, thighs tightening instinctively.
“Can I taste you?” he asked against your skin, his voice low, deep, trembling with desire.
You nodded, letting him guide you back until your spine met the cool tile.
He didn’t stop kissing you. down your stomach, your hips, leaving warm marks of devotion wherever his lips touched. His hands slid to your hips, then down to the curve of your ass, squeezing gently before turning you around.
Pressed to the wall, you felt his breath behind you.
You bent forward just a little. just enough. and he let out a soft, involuntary moan.
He knelt behind you, hands spreading your thighs so he could see you properly. soft, swollen, glistening under the warm spray.
A quiet, breathless laugh left him, and he pressed a kiss to the curve of your ass before gently parting you, giving himself room.
Then his mouth reached you.
The first touch of his tongue made both of you moan. A shared pulse that echoed between your legs and through the shower walls.
His grip tightened on your hips as he licked you slowly, savoring you, exploring you, coaxing tremors from your legs with every stroke. You pressed your hands to the wall to steady yourself, breath catching when he found your entrance, his tongue sliding in and out in slow, tempting motions that made your knees weaken.
“Jooyeon…” you breathed, hips rolling back against his mouth, his low moan vibrating against you.
One of his hands slid up to your breast, squeezing gently before traveling down again to your stomach, lower, lower. until his fingers found your clit.
You gasped, the sound sharp and desperate, your hand flying back to grab his wrist, grounding yourself in pleasure.
He quickened his pace, his tongue, his fingers, his breath. Working you open, working you higher, working you into trembling.
And when your orgasm hit, it hit hard.
Your knees buckled, your thighs closing around his hand, trapping him exactly where you needed him. He kept going, licking you deeper as you came, holding you up when your body nearly gave out.
Your breath stuttered as the waves faded, forehead resting against the wall, the world soft and warm around you.
He gave your ass a gentle slap before standing, lips glistening faintly, eyes bright with satisfaction.
He helped turn you around to face him, brushing a kiss against your cheek.
jooyeon + girly!reader: first meeting inspired by this post, but make it cute <3
summary: Jooyeon cannot act normal whenever he's in the presence of a beautiful woman. And girly!reader makes his brain officially short-circuit. warnings/content: mention of alcohol. female!reader. opposites attract trope. Jooyeon is an idiot in love <3 (this was supposed to be an imagine, but i lost the doc I had it on, so I rewrote it as an HC)
In a late night hangout at one of your friends’ apartment, you two finally crossed paths.
No one really thought you guys would even interact, given how different you always seemed. Visually, at least. But given that your friends were his friends, something had to work out between the two of you as well.
That day, you were running a little late to the hangout, after such a long day at work, so you made sure to buy something to eat for everybody on your way there.
As soon as you unlocked the door and walked into the apartment, everyone, but Jooyeon, knew who it was and started to playfully pick at you for your delay.
They couldn’t see you yet, so Joo’s attention peaked as well, looking over to the front door from his seat on the couch.
You made sure to show the bag of food before walking in the living room, making everyone cheer at the sight (and smell) of the fried chicken.
And finally, you step into the room with a bright smile on your face. And the woman that you are.
Joo had no idea what to do with himself.
It was obvious that you had come directly from work to the apartment, given your work clothes, but he was still shocked.
Your makeup was simple but perfect – definitely had a touch up not too long ago. Your hair is also perfect, even with the humidity of autumn, already in the streets.
Your clothes looked expensive, perfectly fit to your body. You had jewelry to match, nails done, and, without your shoes, pink socks.
Joo, on the other hand, had worn the first clothes he could find.
His hair has been in a bun for the last few hours, so he knew how messy it was.
And he’s sure that his shirt has a small hole on the side.
When he first noticed it, Joo sat so still, he wished the couch would swallow him. But, at the same time, he just wanted to stare at you.
As you put down the bags of food at the centre table, you smiled at everyone that started conversation with you. But no one really remembered to introduce Jooyeon.
He, at this point, liked to believe that he had indeed mastered the art of standing still so that no one can see him,
But then your eyes moved over to him, expecting him to speak.
He did open his mouth…
but no sound came out.
You waited.
And waited some more.
His mouth eventually closed, and he looked down at his phone.
You blinked… and blinked again.
You looked around the room and no one seemed to notice your interaction, so you decided to just sit down and ignore his presence, as he seems to prefer that too.
With this, everyone ate and drank until their stomachs could fathom anymore.
You tried not to look in Joo’s direction, even when his stillness did slowly evaporate -- which made you even more unsure about what happened between you two.
Hours later, part of the group went out to the balcony to get some air, and you walked off to the bathroom.
When you came back, the living room was empty, so you made sure to get yourself a seat on the couch while you could.
Though distracted in your phone, doom scrolling, you heard the door of the balcony slide open. So, you look to see if it was one of your friends.
It was Jooyeon.
He was still laughing at something that his friends had said, but, when he noticed your eyes on him, he stills all over again.
You blink.
He blinks.
His smile disappeared in the midst of his step into the room, and you seemed like the only one in control of your own body, because you let out a small sigh and looked away.
Joo’s mind struggled to interpret your reaction, leaving his mind to shortcircuit quite a bit.
But, as the genius that he is, he makes sure to turn back around, go back to the balcony, and slide the door closed behind him.
The sound is back to being muffled, and you’re even more confused now.
Could you two possibly have met before and something bad happened?
Has he heard some weird rumor about you?
Did you smell bad?
…
You tried to not let it affect you, but you also weren’t one to interrupt the Friday night with your friends to confront him. Lord knows you’ve had a long enough day, already.
So, you swallowed the bad feeling all over again and the night continued on.
Your friends came back inside, and slowly so did everyone else.
Joo made sure to sit on the other side of the couch, the farthest away from you. But you refuse to take him seriously anymore.
He’s the one being goofy. You don’t even know the man.
So, as the night progressed, you did forget about it and him.
Some people eventually left, others fell asleep with the help of the alcohol.
You were fine, still, so you got yourself to the kitchen to get something else to drink.
You looked around, grabbing a clean cup to make your own concoction that definitely sounded better than it would ever taste.
You made it. Tasted it. Didn’t hate it.
So, you made your way back into the room to offer some to your friends.
But before that could happen, someone’s body collides with yours and the cold concoction of a drink hits you.
A loud gasp is heard in the kitchen, but it wasn’t your own.
It was Joo’s.
Jooyeon freaks out at the sight of what he had done and starts showering you with apologies.
He is frantic. He looks and runs around the kitchen to grab the kitchen towel, and, with no prior warning, begins to try and clean the red stain on your clothes.
In the midst of his constant apologies, you are speechless.
You don’t even bring yourself to stop his frantic wiping, which only stresses him out further.
His apologies intensify, and you finally grab his hand.
Joo stops, freezes, and looks at you in the eyes. He is terrified.
You… can’t help but laugh.
Blame the alcohol, but you could not do anything else but laugh at him.
Jooyeon’s fear may have doubled now, but he knew he deserved it.
So, he made sure to say:
“I can pay to have it cleaned.”
You weren’t even sure what to tell him.
“I have money,” he continued.
“So do I,” you answered.
“But I can pay…”
“There’s no need.” You finally tell him.
Joo, with this, opens and closes his mouth repeatedly. “But I want to.”
You laugh again, making him stand up straight, still not taking his hand off yours.
“It’ll wash fine in the washing machine,” You explain to him.
He blinks three times in silence, like a cartoon character.
“Are you sure?” He asks.
You nod, still smiling, and he relaxes. But only a slight bit.
You take your hand off his, but Jooyeon’s hand stays in place. He’s abnormally silent again, but you try to test the waters.
You introduce yourself to him, and he corrects his posture immediately.
He tells you his name, too.
But he’s silent. Again.
So, you ask the million door question: “What do you do for a living?”
And that’s when you open the unclosing door that is making Joo talk about his band, the members, the name, the fans, his favorite and least favorite songs, his inspirations, and even his hobbies.
It’s fair to say that he caught himself talking for too long when he mentioned Pokemon.
But, to his surprise…
You were still listening.
So, he also tested the waters and kept going.
And you kept nodding and listening.
When he finally finished, he studied you with his entire attention span. He knows he talked for too long, but he’s not even sure what he’s expecting of you now.
You talk about yourself for a bit, and you can tell how intensely he’s staring at you.
It almost looks like his eyes have a permanent sparkle.
And that’s when you pull your phone out of your pant’s pocket and ask: “What’s your band's name, again?”
And Jooyeon, like the reasonable person that he is, marked your wedding’s date on his mind’s calendar.
Just don’t tell him that he needs to ask you out first.
Fair warning, I'm really new to the fandom. Yes, the encore video kidnapped me into it, and fanfics are my only way to express my excitement. Hope you liked it <3
(this was also a bit inspired by the frenzy on twitter about Rodrick and Regina... so, yes, this was very self indulgent)
live wire (l.jy)
part 2
synopsis: after losing the love of her life, Y/N became a shell of the person she once was, her out going personality, became stoic and dull. when Y/N’s friend drags her to a club on a random wednesday night, she meets jooyeon, the only person who can bring the light back inside of her heart.
genre: angst, smut, slowburn, some fluff
words: 7k (gulp)
warnings: afab reader, slow burn, oral (m & f receiving), dom!jooyeon, switch!jooeyon(kinda), name calling, slapping, cursing, talks about death, smoking weed, drinking.
a/n: i just lost someone in my life so i was feeling emo lmaooo, i also love goth jooyeon. not proofread
you never thought you'd be the girl who hangs out at cemeteries, and with how uncanny it sounds, you weren't here without good reason.
you sat at the gravesite of your ex-boyfriend, who tragically passed 2 years ago to the day, and brought a new pretty vase full of white roses to the headstone.
the plan was to just set the flowers down and leave, but, like usual, you couldn't help it and continued to relive all the memories you shared over the 5 years together.
after 2 hours of venting about your life to a headstone that didn't speak back, your phone vibrates 5 times in a row, and you immediately know it's your best friend/roommate.
y/f/n; hey
y/f/n; are you okay?
y/f/n; i thought you were going to be 'just a minute'
y/f/n; hello???
y/f/n; can you bring sushi on your way back?
you read the messages with an inexpressive face and grunt when you stand up and finally are able to stretch your legs out.
halfway through replying to your friend, a movement catches your eye in the small woods near the cemetery. you squint to make sure you weren’t going insane, and soon a group of boys who looked like they were up to no good appears out of the opening of the trees.
there were 4 of them: a tall, straight long-haired boy, a shorter, shaggy brown hair, one who looked like a model that was hanging out with the wrong crowd, and the last really caught your eye.
he had ghostly white hair with black highlights, a slim figure, a killer jawline, and his smile, although cocky, made the entire dull cemetery shine brighter.
he looks up from his beer can and arches an eyebrow when he notices your eyes, which you didn’t realize until it was too late, was lingering on his every movement.
when the group walks past, the blonde boy looked your body up and down while the others laughed, but you were more focused on their scent.
they smelled of various alcohols, weed, and different colognes mixed together. your face scrunched in disgust as the wind wafted the scent towards your nose, but you tried not to make it obvious, and just watched the group walk off.
looking down at your ex to say goodbye was the hardest part of visiting, but you had to go home at some point tonight. you kiss your hand and rest it on the headstone, then walk off and don't look back, so you won't change your mind.
2 full weeks off of school was exactly what you needed to get a refresh from life, your roommate already made a 2 week planner for the two of you. something new, spontaneous, and social everyday so you can, in her own words, “get back to your old self.”
“you know i still have to work weekends, so we can’t get too wild on a work night,” you remind her, while she describes the entire friday night she had planned, which wasn’t supposed to end until 2 am.
you can tell she forgot by the aggressive sound of scribbling on her notepad she made for the weekend nights, and you let out a rare giggle. she was the only person you could be around for long periods of time without feeling completely drained.
“well, it’s only wednesday, so we’re getting dressed in our cutest outfits and going to the club. i need to be blacked out after that term paper, i know you do too." there was no disagreeing there, so you just go with what she says. you miss your free spirit personality, but there's a slice of fear in your heart that part of yourself is gone forever.
the front of the club was empty, no wait line, and you almost hoped it was closed tonight so you could crawl back in bed, but the numerous motorcycles outside told a different story.
your friend dressed you in a crop top, a small skirt, and what seemed like the highest heels she could find, so walking inside the club made you a little shy.
what the two of you saw after entering the club was not the usual edm music with drunk people dancing and having a good time. a sea of faces turns to look at you, all wearing masquerade masks, and you glance at your friend with your lips pressed together.
you look up the club name and see it's emo week, every day is a different theme, tonight being 'masquerade ball,' and you couldn't help but laugh at your friend's lack of research. "now this is living, we can't leave now," she begins laughing with you, and you nod in agreement, heading straight to the bar.
you feel more eyes on the back of your head as you walk, when your heels click against the floor louder than they sounded with the slower radiohead song coming from the speakers instead of the music that typically plays, and you awkwardly order a shot to the masked bartender.
"i've seen you before.." your body turns toward a voice that spoke in a low tone behind you. a man with, of course, a mask, towered over even in your heels. "oh, let me guess, in a dream," you had sarcasm laced in your words, which made your friend elbow your side. "he seems cute, be nice," she whispers in your ear and turned around to give the two of you space.
"uh sorry, that was a joke.. continue your punch line.. please." you had to grit your teeth through the words, but let him speak anyway. "no, i literally have seen you before. if I were trying to flirt, i wouldn't say that dumb shit," the man laughs, but it was slightly muffled by the mask.
you press your eyebrows together in confusion, then it instantly hits you when your eyes travel to his hair, that was now in a ponytail. white with black streaks.
"you're graveyard girl. my friends and i have seen you quite a bit, actually." they even gave you a nickname? "well, then you're graveyard boy," you shrug defensively, and he lets out another laugh. "nah, there's a spot in the woods where we smoke and drink, we just cut through the cemetery to leave."
the silence between the two of you was louder than the music playing, and he finally speaks again, "would you like to dance?" you contemplate for a bit and feel another nudge at your side by your friend. of course, her nosey ass couldn't help but listen in.
you give the masked man a nod, and he leads both of you to the dance floor. "so, graveyard girl, why did you pick a cemetery to spend your days?"
"it's actually Y/N."
he noticed your deliberate ignorance of the question and rested his hands on the top of your hip bone to keep it more respectful as both of you gently sway.
"nice to meet you Y/N, i'm jooyeon."
there was something about his voice, and his almost assertive demeanor that began loosening the tightness in your chest you've felt ever since the accident.
jooyeon gives you a twirl and pulls you close to his chest with a chuckle at your very embarrassed face. "what? i said we were going to dance." he smirks under his mask, but even you can tell his cocky facial expression.
"to 'no surprises by radiohead'?" you still had a red face from the slow dancers giving both of you side eyes. "you're quite the pessimist, Y/N. we need to change that."
you couldn't even argue; you knew he was right.
"can you take your mask off?" although you've seen his face before, you wanted to get a clearer look.
jooyeon loosens the strings in the back, and an audible gasp comes out of your mouth when he pulls it off completely.
his face was more godly than you remember, this time he was wearing heavy black eyeshadow, eyeliner, and a pale blush.
without thinking, you reach a hand up and drag your finger across his sharp jawline, making him flinch instinctually, but not pulling away from your touch.
"sorry, the alcohol apparently got to me," you whisper with an awkward laugh, avoiding eye contact, even confusing yourself. it's not like you to be so touchy with strangers.
jooyeon grabbed your chin with a light touch, forcing your head to look into his eyes, "i don't think it's the alcohol, you only had one drink," he had the sexiest smirk you've ever seen on his lips, but you tried not to act affected by it.
"oh yeah..." was all you could think to say, and he pinched one of your cheeks with his free hand. "you're blushing again."
you finally get free from his grip and grab his wrist, "i'm too hot in here, can you come with me to get some air?"
your friend was now completely out of mind when jooyeon and you walked outside in the cold, even knowing how smothering she is to her friends, especially at clubs or bars.
jooyeon rests his back against the brick wall in the alley and looks around before pulling out an already burnt joint from his pocket. "want some?"
you shake your head, never enjoying the feeling of being high. "is the air making you feel better?" he now had the joint between his lips, and you looked at it, mesmerized. "y-yeah, i feel better now. maybe i will have a few hits," you mumble without thinking, and after a big inhale, he passes the small roach to you.
you wrap your lips around the bottom where jooyeon's was and take a big hit. "so, are you a witch or something?" you ask bluntly, after handing him the roach.
he laughs through his hit, making him choke on the smoke, "a witch? you're funny," he continues to laugh after coughing.
the serious face you had made him seize his laughter, and he leaned in closer to you, "why? do you think voodoo is the only explanation for you wanting to kiss me so bad?"
you nod matter-of-factly, and jooyeon puts out the blunt against the bricks, "no, i'm not into witchcraft, i don't pray, there's no black magic. maybe it's you, and your attraction to me." that could be a possibility.
"i've just never been like this, i don't look at attractive people and think, 'oh, i need to kiss that face, or it feels like i'm going to die,' i'm more of a 5 dates in, and maybe you can hug me-" jooyeon was smiling during your rant, and without you realizing, he grabbed your waist in his hands.
"you done now?" your eyes flicker up at him, and you nod, "okay, good." his grip on your waist tightened, and close your eyes tightly, then you feel jooyeon's coarse fingers on the back of your neck as he pulls you closer to him. your heartbeat was elevated so loud you could swear jooyeon hears it as well.
his weed and tequila breath fanned over the bottom half of your face so you knew it was about to happen. you pucker your lips for him with eyes still shut tight, and he lets out an airy chuckle before kissing you gingerly at first.
you haven't kissed anyone in 2 years, so the anxiety about not doing it right came flooding in, but soon disappeared by the way jooyeon takes all the control.
he had your neck still in one of his hands with the other on your waist, and slides his tongue in your open mouth. he turns the two of you around, so your back is now pressed against the cold bricks and wraps your legs around his waist.
jooyeon gets comfortable between you, trailing slow, sloppy kisses down your neck. "that feels good." your voice is breathless, and he can sense the neediness in your words.
jooyeon grabs your bottom lip in his teeth, maintaining eye contact while pressing his very obvious hard-on against your soaked-through panties.
you give him a kiss to muffle a moan, and he presses once again harder, sending shivers through your body from pleasure. "is it also not like you to makeout with a stranger in a dirty alley outside of a club?" jooyeon had a teasing tone and you didn't realize a pedastrian can walk by at any moment.
"it's not like me at all," you whisper in his kiss, now beginning to move your hips as well. jooyeon lifts one side of your skirt up with his hand so it is propped on your hip, and before he can lift up your shirt, the club door slams open.
"Y/N?" "Y/N?"
jooyeon lets you down from the wall as soon as your friend comes around the corner, holding onto the arm of the model-looking boy you saw at the cemetery with jooyeon.
she sees the two of you clearly fighting for breath and the smeared lipstick she put on you only a few hours prior. "sorry, i just wanted to say, seungmin offered to take me to his house, jooyeon, make sure Y/N gets home safe."
he gives a polite smile and nods his head, then says goodbye to seungmin, "if you end up staying at our house tonight, look in my bedside table drawer," your friend calls out to jooyeon as she walks off to her car.
you stand in the alleyway, pulling down your skirt awkwardly, and begin walking away from jooyeon without a word. there was enough humiliation for the night; it's better to just exit and hope to never see him again.
he grabs your wrist tight before you could get too far, and when you turned to look at him, his face was full of confusion. "i'm taking you home, you can't walk alone in the middle of the night." you just slightly nod and follow him to his vehicle.
jooyeon swings a leg over his motorcycle and turns around to you, patting the seat behind him with a smirk, "tell me where you live."
you contemplate for a second, but decide to ignore the fact that he's been drinking, smoking weed, and is a stranger. you promised yourself to live life to the fullest, so you sit behind jooyeon and wrap your arms around his waist. he gives your hands a pat after you give him the address, and he takes off, making it to the quaint apartment soon.
jooyeon stands from the bike and helps you off, giving your head a small peck. "can i have your number? i'd like to see you again, maybe finish what we started?" your face turned red, but you shook your head, "the night is still young, come have a drink with me."
jooyeon was shirtless, standing at the end of your bed with a sinister smirk that stared down at you. your eyes trail to his chiseled v-line and squeeze your thighs together, but he leans down to grab your cheeks in one hand, so you're forced to look him in his eyes. "i'm going to make you feel better than anyone ever has."
you gulp at his statement that sounded more like a threat and just nod your head. jooyeon kisses your already puckered lips due to his grip, and you moan in his mouth when his other hand finds the patch of wetness on your panties.
jooyeon chuckles at the amount and slips a hand in your panties, making your legs spread instinctively. “you’re so wet, i bet you could just cum from my fingers,” he challenges, but there was no competition, you could cum just by his voice at this point.
he stares in your eyes with a lip bite as he runs two fingers along your slit and your body gives a shiver. “you’re also so sensitive, what about right here?” jooyeon knew what he was doing obviously because his fingers had no trouble finding your aching clit. he rubs slow circles at first that had your hips lifting from the bed, then fastened with the same evil smirk on his face.
you didn’t want to admit to jooyeon that you were already close but by your loud moans and spasms, he knew.
“good girl,” he whispers with his circles going faster and he leans down to kiss your lips. you grip the back of his head and lace your fingers in his white hair to grab ahold of anything.
jooyeon pulls the hand on your cheeks away and seizing the others movements on your clit just as you were about to cum. “i want to feel you cum around my fingers.”
you whimper at the lose of his touch, but continue to moan again when jooyeon slides his middle finger into your clenching hole. “i can reach all the places your small fingers wouldn’t even dream of,” he chuckles and admires your open mouth that is letting crude moans out.
jooyeon pulls his finger out for only a second to strip you of the panties and skirt, now adding another finger along with his middle finger. he pumps them so deep you could’ve sworn he was in your stomach and you clench around them tight. “fuck jooyeon!”
you finally speaking up encouraged his fingers to go faster and he lifts up your crop top, exposing your bra. “so beautiful.” you grab his wrist, digging your nails in his skin with a whine, “i’m close.” he nods and kisses your lips, using his thumb to rub your clit.
after two more pumps of his fingers, you squeeze your thighs together and your orgasm takes over your entire body. jooyeon pulls his fingers out but continues to rub your clit fast until you were shaking. “mm, good job, that was so sexy baby,” his voice was soft and you lay panting, then feel your legs being spread wide again.
your eyes lazily look down to jooyeon who was now propped at the end of the bed, glaring into your pussy. he leans down and licks the fresh orgasm, his eyes meeting yours as he sucks on your folds.
the sensitivity made you twitch in the bed and he comes back up, taking off the rest of your clothes, exposing your bare tits. “how many more times can you cum?” jooyeon whispers in your ear while rubbing one of your nipples. “all night,” you whisper back with a giggle and he bites the side of your neck. “that’s what i want to hear.”
he was giddy by your response and moves his head down to take one of your breasts in his mouth. “can i see your dick?” you ask while he swirled his tongue around your nipples.
jooyeon nods and lays on the bed next to you so you could pull his pants down. his hard on was more intense than it was earlier that night, and seeing it through his underwear made your pussy tighten again.
his shaft was noticeably long and you could see the precum his mushroom shaped tip let out. “wow,” you think outloud and run a finger along his length, landing on the wet spot.
you slowly peel down his underwear and your eyes widen when his dick finally flops out, “now i see why you’re so confident in yourself,” you whisper at his length and jooyeon laughs.
you grip the base in your hand and pump, noticing a slight curve in his dick. he let out a sigh at your touch and reaches to grab one of your tits in his hand while you jerk your hand faster on his length.
jooyeon hums when you pick up speed and tilts his head back slowly, “spit on it.” you obey and let a trail of spit go from his tip to the base, then jerk fast with a slicker movement.
“good girl, take it in your mouth now,” jooyeon was pinching your nipples and you gulp, intimidated by his size but yet, you do as he says, and open your mouth, sinking your head down on the tip.
your cheeks were already full but you wanted to make him feel as good as he made you feel, so you take another inch of him until he hit the back of your throat.
jooyeon watched you the entire time with lust in his eyes and he began rubbing your back gently, “fuck.. you’re such a good girl, you take my dick so well in your mouth.”
your pussy clenches at his words and it encourages you to bob your head fast on his length, struggling to not gag. what couldn’t fit in your mouth, was in your fist, pumping it in the same rhythm as your mouth.
tears swell in your eyes when you look up at him and you breathe heavily through your nose. you pull off with a gasp of air then suck on the tip and lick a stripe down his shaft. “fuck i want to cum all over your pretty face.” you smirk at jooyeon and take him all the way in again, bobbing faster than before, not caring about the gagging or tears that fell.
before he cums, jooyeon pulls you off his cock, reaching over to grab the condom he found in your friends bedside table drawer, and slides it on slow with a grunt. “i want you to ride me please.”
you straddle his waist with a nervous breath, not sure if he could fit inside, but the reassuring kiss he gave you made you feel better.
jooyeon grabs the base of his cock and rubs his tip along your folds with a smirk when he notices your wetness built up again. “just sit down on it, your pussy will get used to it.” your head nods at his instructions and lift your hips to align with his tip.
you slowly sink down, each inch burned at the stretching and the lack of sex in the past few years, but you continue with the sinking until he was completely inside of you.
jooyeon noticed your hesitancy to move so he grips your hips tight in his hands, and helps you bounce at a slow pace until you get used to his size.
once the tip started hitting your sweet spot and moans spill out of your mouth, you move on your own. jooyeon takes one of your nipples in his mouth and sucks hard on the sensitive bud, adding to your pleasure.
“go faster pretty girl, you feel so good,” he had his head tilted, looking up at you with a lip bite which made you nervous at how sexy he was.
you do as he says and begin to bounce on him faster, your tits moving with the rhythm of your hips. “shit jooyeon,” you whine at his tip hitting your g-spot and throw your head back as your pussy clenches around his cock tight.
jooyeon licks his lips and gives your ass a few slaps then grips the skin in his hand hard, “i knew your pussy would fit around me so perfectly baby.”
you lean down breathlessly and kiss his lips deep as your bounces increase in speed, making the bed squeak under the two of you.
jooyeon wraps his arms around your back and with all his power, thrusts upward into you deeper than before. you yell in his neck when you pull away from the kiss and whimper moans at the aggressive ruts inside of you.
he flips the two of you around so he was ontop and puts both of your legs over his shoulders, continuing his vigorous movements. “god i wanted to make the first time a little slower but you’re so irresistible, i cant help but fuck you hard.”
you look up at him and see his eyes full of darkness while he drives his cock into you with precision. he had his teeth gritted and the loose hairs of his ponytail were over his shoulders.
“then fuck me, dont go easy on me,” you even surprised yourself with the statement and he smirks, wrapping a hand around your neck. his hips snapped so hard against you, the skin slapping was the only thing being heard in the room.
your mouth opened wide to moan but jooyeon’s hand tight around your throat didn’t let anything out and he chuckled evilly. “i want you to cum around me baby, i want to feel you clench around me, okay?”
you nod with a muffled whimper and get closer and closer with every hit to your gspot he gave you. you felt a familiar feeling in your stomach and you look at jooyeon with begging eyes. “is baby about to cum huh?” you nod with tears growing and he pulls his hand away so you could moan.
his pace grew faster and a grunt comes from his mouth that shot straight to your core. you grab his cheeks and kiss him deeply, his biting on your lip taking you over the edge. “fuck jooyeon!” you let out a shriek and clench around his still moving cock, cumming so hard you begin to see stars.
jooyeon grabs your neck again, looking down at your limp body and cumming inside the condom with a squeeze on your neck.
he pulls out slowly after riding out his high and pulls of the condom, throwing it in your trash can next to your bed. “damn that was the best sex i’ve ever had.” he pants and lays next to you, putting the blanket over your bodies. “can we do that a lot? like everyday?” you ask, kissing on his prominent collarbone.
jooyeon nods and chuckles, wrapping an arm around your waist, “of course Y/N, i’m just resting and we’re doing it again.”
2 weeks after meeting jooyeon you’ve been neglecting to visit the cemetery, but you made a promise to yourself to go today.
you kneeled infront of your ex boyfriend’s headstone and begged forgiveness, “i love you, but i really like this guy.. we’re not dating, but he has made me feel more alive than i have in years. i wasn’t living, i was just existing.. i know you would want me to move on, i guess i’m just saying this out of my own guilty conscience..”
you set the flowers you brought in the vase and smiled at the headstone, “i’m still going to visit you every week, until the day i die.”
your phone buzzes and you smile bright at the name that popped up.
jooyeon: i’m having a party tonight at my place, be my date, also bring Y/F/N for seungmin lol
you stand from your kneeling position and kiss your hand like you always do, resting it on the headstone before leaving the cemetery.
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you dressed in a cute flowery sun dress that jooyeon bought you a week ago and had Y/F/N put your hair in two pigtails. you look at your reflection then look at her, “do i look too cutesy?” she nods then laughs, “but i think jooyeon will like it, don’t worry.”
even after 2 weeks of hanging out, you hate to admit how nervous he still makes you.
when you knock on the door of his and seungmin’s shared apartment, you see jooyeon’s roommate’s smiling face. “come in, we’re getting drinks for everyone.”
you bow politely at seungmin and walk inside, looking around to spot the white haired boy you’ve come accustomed to.
jooyeon’s back was turned, towards the drink table and you can already tell he looks handsome. he’s wearing a black button down with the sleeves rolled slightly, his typical black jean pants, and boots that had a small heel.
you saw smoke coming from him and giggle when his body flinches at your arms wrapping around his waist suddenly. jooyeon turns to face you and smiles when he sees the dress you’re wearing.
“wow, i knew you’d look stunning in that dress,” he wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his head in your neck, “you look a little too good actually,” he chuckles and kisses on your skin soft then squeezes your butt.
you slap his arm at the kisses and let out a laugh, “get me a drink you perv.”
jooyeon turns and pours you a shot of tequila, then himself one. “bottoms up.” you both take the shot and make faces at each other. “gross.” he takes a hit of his blunt and pours another shot, “you’re the only person i know who’s chaser to alcohol is weed.” you loved his quirks and the way he never makes the time you spend together, dull.
jooyeon takes the shot he poured and takes another hit of his blunt making you laugh again. “cross faded is the best faded to get,” he winked then takes your hand, leading the both of you to the living room where all his friends are.
you didn’t expect him to introduce you as his girlfriend, but ‘friend’ just sounded too formal, like you’re a coworker or something.
you bow to each friend he introduced you to and made awkward small talk that you weren’t very good at, but you wanted to impress jooyeons friends otherwise.
after an hour of talking about motorcycles with his goofy friend named jiseok, jooyeon takes your hand and sits on one of the love seats.
“so how do you like my friends?” jooyeon hesitantly asks, letting you sit in his lap while he drinks a beer. “i like them, you guys are all alike, i see why you’re friends,” you tell him honestly, he knew you didn’t like too many people around and it drains you, but you wanted to try for him.
“we’re all alike? i’m the most handsome one though right?” you giggle and nod, kissing him for the first time of the night. “Y/F/N even thinks you’re the most handsome out of the 6 of you, including seungmin,” you turn to your friend who was kissing the man a few feet away.
jooyeon hums at the new information but turns his attention to you, “i forgot to ask, do you want to spend the night? i’ll probably be too fucked up later to take you home.” you knew that was just an excuse, he takes alcohol very well and you’ve never seen him so drunk that he wasn’t alert.
“of course, i will have to borrow your clothes to sleep in though.” you wiggle your eyebrows to tease jooyeon. “you will start out in my clothes, but you’ll definitely end up sleeping naked after i’m done with you.” you blush bright and hit his arm again to be quiet so no one would hear his dirty talk.
jooyeon reaches his hand up and runs his fingers through one of your pigtails with a hum, “pretty.. very pretty baby.” he kisses your cheek then down to your neck and your eyes close at the feeling.
you pull away from his kiss and grab his beer from him, “don’t get too excited yet joo, you still have a party to host,” you tease with a giggle and take a sip of his beer while he’s fake pouting, “what if we slip away for a bit, they won’t miss me,” he bargains but you shake your head with another evil giggle.
jooyeon leans into your ear with a hand firm on your ass while he holds you on his lap and squeezes hard. “you’re going to regret teasing me.” you shrug, not caring what the outcome will be because you’re ashamed to say you love his rough side.
after everyone either left safely, or was knocked out in the living room, you begin to pick the house up so jooyeon didn’t have to do it tomorrow. he comes downstairs and whistles to signal you, “don’t worry about that baby, it’s seungmin’s turn to clean the party mess.” you laugh and continue to put empty beer bottles in a black trash bag, “i dont mind cleaning, it’ll be easier for them to do tomorrow.”
jooyeon walks further down the stairs and squints his eyes at you with a lit blunt hanging on the edge of his mouth. “Y/N, do i have to carry you?”
you perk your head up and rest your hand on your hip with a stone face but get butterflies at his words, “i guess you will if you so please.” you turn around with a smile and continue picking up the trash, then hear his angry feet stomping down the stairs towards you.
jooyeon grabs you by the waist and slings you over his shoulder with ease. you squeal at being lifted off the ground and he slaps your ass while walking up the stairs.
he opens his room door and lays you on the bed with an evil smile, taking another hit of his blunt, “i know what you’re doing Y/N, and so, i’m not giving it to you so easily,” jooyeon puts out his blunt in an ash tray and gets undressed until he’s only in his boxers, then lays on his bed next to you, “goodnight baby.”
your eyes squint at his stubbornness and stand up, two can play at that game. you undress completely then go through his drawer of night shirts, “i didn’t expect so much band tees, that’s really cute.”
jooyeon was huffing and puffing while watching and you laugh under your breath, “i’m going to sleep in the nirvana shirt.” you finally decide and slide it on, walking slowly to him with a smirk.
the shirt hem ended at your middle thigh and jooyeon couldn’t take his eyes off your legs as you walk to his side of the bed. “do i look pretty? i put my hair in pigtails for you.”
jooyeon huffs again and shifts his legs to give his hard on some relief. you throw the blanket off his body and tsk at the tent in his boxers, “i thought you were so mad you couldn’t fuck me.” the giggle you let out made him more mad and he grabs your wrist, pulling you close to his face. “i can always just jerk myself off.”
you raise your eyebrows at him and nod, “you’re right, go ahead then. dont let me stop you.” jooyeon grits his teeth but plays along anyway, sliding down his boxers while you sit at the edge of the bed to watch him.
he grips his base and begins to jerk, looking at you the entire time with a lip bite. jooyeon spits on his hand and jerks faster with a moan, reaching his other hand to lift up your shirt but you slap it away. “no, you said you can jerk by yourself.”
he groans with a mixture of annoyance and pleasure, closing his eyes to concentrate. “what are you thinking of jooyeon? talk to me.”
he pumps his fist faster with a moan, “i’m thinking of the last time you were over.. you’re on all 4’s while i shove my cock in your mouth like it was your pussy.”
you blush at the memory and lean down to kiss his neck softly, “i bet you want to recreate it, don’t you baby?”
jooyeon opens his eyes and nods, “yes i want to fuck your mouth until you can’t breathe.” you stand from the bed and kneel on the room floor, looking at jooyeon with a smirk.
he stands from the bed and grabs your neck in his hand, “you’re such a slut you know that?” you open your mouth to show him your tongue and nod, “only for you.”
jooyeon doesn’t let you get used to his dick, he immediately slams his hips in your mouth and grunts at the sudden warm wetness. “god you’re so sexy, my own personal slut.”
you relax your throat as much as you can, your eyes already filling with tears by the force of his thrusts. “good girl, take me all in,” jooyeon coos and grabs your pigtails in one of his hands to steady your head.
your gags grow louder with each thrust, almost about to tap out before jooyeon pulls out fast, jerking himself and cumming on your face. you feel the warmness hit your cheek, lips, nose, and down to your neck. “damn baby, you’ve been holding that in for a while,” you giggle and he pants, laying down on the bed so his legs don’t give out.
“yeah i’ve been needing that since this morning,” he smirks and pats his lap, ushering you to sit down.
you had a napkin, wiping down your face, and crawl on his lap with your back facing his chest. “i’m glad i helped then.” jooyeon lifts your chin up and kisses you sweetly, brushing your noses together.
you turn around in his lap so you’re facing him now and kiss his neck gently, “i really like you jooyeon.”
he smiles and tilts his head back at the kisses, “i really like you too Y/N, you’re my dream girl.”
your heart races at his words and run your fingers down his chest, gently massaging his ab area. “should i make you my new favorite boyfriend then?”
“you should make me your only boyfriend,” he replies with a teasing tone, then kisses your lips. “yes, i’ll be your boyfriend Y/N, you can stop making it so obvious now.”
you giggle in his neck and bite down, leaving a hickey on his skin. jooyeon takes off his shirt that you’re wearing and admires your body. “well now that you’re mine, all of this is mine too, huh?” you nod when he grabs your breasts in his hands and squeezes gently.
he rests his forehead against yours, heavy breath hitting you in the face, “what about this?” he asks flicking your sensitive clit with his finger. “its yours too.”
jooyeon hums and attaches his lips to yours, rubbing your nub with two fingers. “i need to feel you please, no more teasing.” he chuckles and continues to rub, “you’re impatient, doll.”
you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him with a needy whine as you begin rolling your hips into his fingers. jooyeon slaps one of your ass cheeks, urging you to go faster, and smirks at your breathing getting heavier.
you try not to moan loudly due to jooyeon's friends still downstairs, asleep, so you bite down on the inside of your cheek harshly when you finally cum on his fingers.
he chuckles and gives your ass a few slaps, "good girl, now, get on all fours." you hurry to the end of the bed, kneeling on the messy sheets while placing your hands in front of you. jooyeon walks behind you, painfully slow, and your toes curl at the feeling of a hard slap on your ass.
he had the most evil laugh when you were in vulnerable positions; you never knew his next move, and it was so exciting. "please.." you mumble with your ass in the air, but didn't dare look back at him.
jooyeon hums and rubs your cheeks in his hands, "you should beg more often, you know, it's very sexy. but instead, you like to be a bad slut," he gives you another hard slap, your ass surely red by now.
you hear a familiar unwrapping sound and look back with a pout, "can we do it without a condom this time? i want to feel all of you." jooyeon smirks down at your ass, that was moving from side to side, in an attempt to persuade him, and he grabs your pigtails, turning your head back around, without a word.
you plant one cheek against the bed and feel jooyeon slowly slide in your pussy from behind with a loud grunt. "fuck that feels so much better," he whispers and begins thrusting carefully, goosebumps appearing all over his skin.
you dig your fingers in the sheets when he enters, whining at the new feeling of flesh to flesh. every vein on his dick could be felt when he bottoms out in you.
jooyeon rests a hand on the small of your back to go deeper, and the other hand is tight around your pigtails, pulling gently at every clench your pussy makes.
at this point, you didn't care who heard; your moans echoed throughout the house with every hard thrust jooyeon gives. "you're such a bad girl, you come to my party with the dress i bought, then wear pigtails, and dare to tease me all night." his thrusts become more vigarious the more he talks and you turn back to look at him. "better punish me then."
jooyeon pulls you up by your pigtails so your back was now against his chest, "there's no use, you like being punished, i don't know what i'm going to do with a slut like you," he bitterly laughs in your ear and snaps his hips hard.
you yell at the new position and rest the back of your head on his shoulder breathlessly, "please, cum in me, joo, i want to feel you leak out of me."
jooyeon rubs your clit fast and bites the side of your neck, "i'm almost there, baby girl, cum with me." you nod, not being able to speak from the pleasure rushing over you.
he slows his pace as he nears, and with one more hard thrust, he shoots his load deep inside of you. your body twitches when his hand continues rubbing you fast, moaning loudly as you follow his orgasm. "good girl," he whispers, letting your high ride out for a while.
jooyeon pulls out slowly with a groan and lies on the bed, pulling your tired body up to him. he wraps his arms around your waist and kisses all over your face, kissing your lips last. "i can't wait to do that every day, you make me feel so alive," you whisper in his ear before slowly falling asleep happily in his arms.
again? again! ⋆⭒˚.⋆ l. jooyeon
small time bassist and perfectly average stoner lee jooyeon seeks your help in organizing his band's very lowkey dive bar concerts, but as they start booking more venues and more eyes turn to the long-haired guitar player, your professional relationship starts to become unsteady. notes: control freak!reader (control freaks who smoke to feel normal - RISE UP) obviously has mentions of weed, i have been needing more stoner!idols bc living in korea makes me feel like im constantly grounded and i miss smoking on a back porch with my friends, i thought i'd start with jooyeon bc he seems like he'd be the easiest to convince to try it haha wc: 3.1k
the first time you agree to help with their shows, you don’t expect much.
jooyeon had asked in the least professional way possible: half-serious, half-giggly, leaning against the counter of your favorite coffee shop while waiting for his drink.
“you’re organized, right? like, more than me?”
“i think everyone is more organized than you," you say, giving him a long look across the counter.
“perfect,” he said, grinning like it was settled. “you should sell tickets for us.”
and, like fate, a week later you’re sitting behind a folding table in the corner of a dive bar that smells like cheap beer and lemon cleaner, a stack of tickets in front of you along with a roll of neon wristbands you had to pick up yourself because jooyeon forgot.
the boys are loud and sloppy, but endearing. they don’t really tune their guitars properly until 3 songs in. gunil tries to flip his drumstick in the air and loses it, so he has to go running after it in between songs. jooyeon keeps making dumb jokes into the mic between songs that don’t really get any laughs. but, somehow, the crowd actually calls for an encore by the end.
you can see why people like jooyeon. he’s magnetic - he's sweaty, and a little messy, but in a way that feels like he belongs on a stage, no matter how small.
when he’s not on stage, though, he’s kind of a disaster.
after their set, he wanders over to your table, still buzzing.
“how’d i do?” he asks, craving the validation and leaning too far across the table, long hair damp with sweat.
“you forgot half the lyrics,” you look at him disapprovingly.
“that was an artistic choice,” he throws you a bright smile.
“you tripped over your amp.”
“i was trying a new joke!”
“you broke a string.”
“passionate performance,” he insists, grinning. “besides, the girls in the front row loved it.”
“you’re insufferable,” you roll your eyes, but you’re smiling.
he just laughs, steals one of the wristbands from your pile, and wraps it around his own wrist like a trophy.
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later, when you’re packing up the leftover shirts and stickers, he’s outside, passing a joint with seungmin and gaon. he catches your eye through the doorway, and holds it out toward you with that same lazy grin.
“shift’s over,” he calls. “want a hit?”
you shake your head, but you’re smiling.
and maybe that’s the start of it. not the weed, not the music, not even the dumb jokes.
but the way he makes all of this - the late nights, the sticky floors, the bad lighting - feel less chaotic, and more like a place where you should be.
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you weren’t necessarily supposed to be their manager.
you were supposed to be the one who counted crumpled bills at the ticket table, taped up hand-drawn flyers, and carried extra sharpies in your bag because jooyeon always forgot them. you were supposed to be a friend, a helper, background noise.
but somewhere along the line, the band got traction. their spotify singles started creeping past a hundred thousand plays. venues stopped being sticky-floor bars with busted speakers and started being actual clubs with stage lighting.
and you became the person answering the emails, negotiating the rates, handling the merch designs.
jooyeon had once sent a reply to a venue asking if they were interested that literally read “sounds lit. can we get free fries in the dressing room?” and it became very obvious that if they wanted to be taken seriously, it had to be you.
and you never meant to be good at it. but you are. you keep spreadsheets, budgets, tour calendars. you book them shows that make them look bigger than they are. you even set up a new line of merch that actually sells out.
and the boys know it. they thank you every chance they get. sometimes junhan pats your shoulder with a smile, or gaon buys you snacks during load-in. but jooyeon, he’s always been special.
every time you tell them about a new show in a new city in a new venue they’ve always wanted to play, he just grins, grabs you around the waist, and hugs you until all you can think about is him, how he smells. how warm he is. then he starts the yelling, “you’re insane! what would we do without you?!”
you try not to let your thoughts linger too much on any of it.
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with bigger shows comes more attention.
for example, the fans.
at first it’s cute: regulars who dance too hard in the front row, people scribbling the band name across their notebooks and shoving them toward you to get signed. but soon, it shifts.
girls with hand-painted signs. screaming louder when jooyeon leans into the mic. crying when he jumps down and sings a line inches from their faces.
and jooyeon . . . loves it. he feeds on it.
one night in daegu, someone actually throws their number onstage, scrawled across the back of a receipt. jooyeon picks it up, laughing.
“what’s this?!” he shouts into the mic, waving it in the air. “you think i can read your handwriting while i’m trying to play?”
the crowd screams. he sticks it in his back pocket.
later, you find it sticking out while you’re helping them pack up.
“seriously?” you mutter, tugging it free.
“what?” he asks, big eyes looking at you like he’s searching for something.
“are you gonna call her?”
he shrugs. “nah.”
“then why keep it?”
he flashes that maddening grin. “maybe i like knowing i could.”
you crumple the paper and throw it in the trash. he doesn’t stop you.
and he doesn’t stop grinning either.
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with the chaos of the new success you find yourself drawn more and more to junhan.
it’s not necessarily intentional, but you and him end up hanging around each other more during shows. he’s steady, calm, the kind of guy who never panics when something goes wrong - like when the cable blows mid-soundcheck and jooyeon is pacing in circles like the world’s ending.
you and junhan slip outside sometimes before or after sets, sharing a cigarette or passing a joint in the quiet. it’s easier with him. he doesn’t demand. he doesn’t take up all the air.
but the first time jooyeon catches you two leaning against the van, smoke curling into the night sky, his whole face changes.
“what’s this?” he demands, voice sharper than you’ve ever heard it though he tries to make it seem like a joke.
“a joint,” you deadpan.
“where was my invite?” he asks, smile tight.
“you were inside flirting with your fan club,” you joke, your smile looking the same.
he opens his mouth, closes it again, then mutters, “whatever,” and stomps back inside.
junhan chuckles under his breath. “he’s jealous.”
“he’s ridiculous,” you mutter.
but your stomach twists anyway.
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it starts to seem like the bigger they get, the bigger the gap between you and him feels.
he’s everywhere at once - on stage, in photos, laughing with fans, soaking up all that messy, wild love. and you’re behind the scenes, spreadsheets and checklists, trying to make sure none of it falls apart.
sometimes you catch him looking at you mid-show, but you tell yourself it’s nothing. he looks at everyone.
and sometimes, when you’re standing by the soundboard and the crowd is chanting his name, you wonder if you’ll ever stop being the person just outside the spotlight.
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in busan, the crowd is the loudest it’s ever been.
you’re exhausted, your throat sore from yelling at the sound guy earlier, but when the lights dim for the encore, you can’t help but smile.
jooyeon comes back out, grinning like a maniac, hair plastered to his forehead, shirt sticking to his back.
“you guys still alive?” he shouts, and the venue erupts.
then - softer, too low for most to notice - he says into the mic, “this one’s for the person who makes sure we even get to play these shows.”
your stomach flips.
the boys kick into “AGAIN? AGAIN!” - one of their highest-energy, loudest songs. jooyeon is all over the place, throwing himself across the stage, but when he sings, his gaze finds you and it holds for a little while, just enough to feel like it's on purpose.
and you hate yourself a little for wondering, for hoping, that maybe it is on purpose.
the crowd screams. he grins.
and you?
you pack up the merch boxes a little harder than necessary, trying to bury the thought before it buries you.
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after the busan show, you’re running on fumes. the band is wired, sweaty, laughing, half-dead and half-high off adrenaline. you’re just trying to get merch into boxes before the venue staff kicks you out.
jooyeon keeps circling near you, like he wants to say something, but every time you look up he ducks away - talking to staff, ruffling junhan’s hair, chugging a water bottle.
finally, you snap.
“are you gonna hover all night or actually help?” you ask, slamming a box closed.
he blinks. “i was gonna carry those out.”
“then carry them.”
he grabs the box, muttering, “you’re so bossy sometimes.”
“someone has to be.”
the tension lingers. you don’t know why you do this to yourself.
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later, when everything’s loaded into the van and the others are already inside, he catches you by the wrist before you can climb in.
“wait.”
“what?” you sigh, tired.
his grip is warm, a little too tight. “did you… hear me? on stage?”
“you were screaming into a microphone for forty-five minutes. yes, i heard you," you try to make a joke but it just comes out mean.
“no, i mean -” he cuts himself off, jaw tightening. “the part before again? again!”
your chest knots, you shrug. “yeah. i heard.”
“and?”
you shrug, forcing your face blank. “nice shoutout. the crowd probably thought you meant your mom.”
he stares at you, incredulous, like you’re purposely missing the point. maybe you are.
“you know i didn’t mean my mom.”
“then who?” you challenge, pulse racing.
his mouth opens, but no sound comes out. for once, jooyeon doesn’t have a comeback.
you climb into the van before he can finish.
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when you start the drive back it’s quiet. junhan asks if you want to split a cigarette at the next rest stop, and you say yes, just to feel something normal.
jooyeon sits in the far back, hood up, staring out the window.
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outside the gas station, the night air is sharp. you’re leaning against the van with junhan, smoke curling into the sky. he’s rambling about a riff he wants to try out tomorrow, something easy, calm, grounding.
you laugh at something he says, flicking ash off your cigarette, and that’s when the van door slams.
jooyeon storms out, eyes flashing.
“seriously? again?”
“what?” you ask, startled.
“this,” he gestures wildly between you and junhan. “you sneaking out with him like you’re - i don’t know - like you’re- “
junhan raises his eyebrows. “like we’re what?”
jooyeon glares. “you know what. it’s weird.”
you exhale slowly. “jooyeon, we’re just smoking. chill.”
“don’t tell me to chill,” he snaps, stepping closer. “you don’t see how it looks?”
“looks to who? the five of us on this tour? who cares?”
his hands fist in his hoodie. “i care!”
the words hang heavy. junhan takes the hint and stubs out his cigarette. “i’ll, uh… go grab snacks.”
leaving you two in the dark.
“what’s your problem?” you demand, crossing your arms.
“my problem is you acting like it doesn’t matter!” he bursts out. “like i can just stand there while you laugh with him and -“
“you laugh with everyone, jooyeon! girls throw their numbers on stage and you keep them for fun!”
he flinches, eyes wide. “that’s different.”
“how?”
“because none of them are you!”
the silence after that is deafening. your pulse is in your ears. his chest rises and falls like he just screamed his throat raw.
you whisper, “jooyeon…”
he shakes his head, backing up a step. “forget it. i shouldn’t have - just forget it.”
he turns like he’s going to storm off, but you grab his sleeve.
“don’t just drop that on me and walk away,” you tell him, brows furrowed and heart racing.
his jaw clenches. his eyes flick to yours. and then, voice softer, “i dedicated that song to you. because i wanted you to know. because i’m… so fucking bad at saying it.”
your throat tightens. “saying what?”
he swallows hard, hair messy around his face.
“that it’s you. it’s always been you.”
you don’t answer right away. you can’t. the weight of it knocks the air from your lungs. you stare at him, searching for the joke, the punchline. but there isn’t one.
he’s not grinning. he’s not smirking. he’s just raw, open.
“jooyeon . . .”
“i know i’m an idiot,” he rushes out, voice cracking. “i know i flirt too much, and i mess up, and i don’t make it easy to trust me. but when it’s you and junhan, i hate it. i hate it because i want it to be me making you laugh. it should be me standing there with you.”
you drop your gaze, heart pounding. “do you hear how insane you sound? you’ve got girls crying over you every night.”
“i don’t want them.” his voice is low, firm. “i want you.”
the words slice through the night air, sharp and terrifying and impossibly tender.
you can’t breathe and you can’t look at him, but you can’t drop his sleeve, your mind is going too fast.
but before you can answer, the van door slides open. gaon pokes his head out, oblivious.
“yo, we’re ready to leave. hurry up.”
jooyeon scrubs a hand over his face, mutters, “coming,” and yanks his arm free, brushing past you.
you stand frozen, chest aching, wishing that cigarette hadn't burnt out so you could take a long drag of it right about now.
but right now you don’t know if you’re more afraid of believing him, or of not believing him at all.
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the rest of the drive back from busan is too quiet.
usually, the van is chaos. jooyeon with his feet on the dash, junhan and gaon bickering over aux, somebody in the back seat laughing too loud at a dumb meme.
but tonight, everyone seems to read the room. you're driving, like always, hands tight on the wheel, eyes fixed on the dark highway. the boys passed out one by one after the show, mumbling themselves into silence. all except him.
you can feel jooyeon’s stare in the rearview mirror, where he chose to sit in the back instead of next you like he always does. his gaze isn't constant - it's just there in flickers. a glance when he thinks you won’t notice.
your jaw is tight. you keep your focus on the road.
because if you meet his eyes, you’ll remember the way he said it after the show, out behind the venue, still buzzing with adrenaline, words slipping out before either of you were ready:
it’s always been you.
you didn’t know what to say. so you said nothing.
and now, the weight of it sits heavy in the air.
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by the time you pull into seoul, dawn is a thin gray line on the horizon. you park in front of the boy's apartments and kill the engine.
no one moves at first. the guys groan, stretch, stumble out with backpacks and instrument cases. the van empties until it’s just you and jooyeon.
you sit there, gripping the wheel, pretending you need another moment before unloading.
he doesn’t move either.
“you’re not gonna look at me?” his voice is low, rough from smoke and no sleep.
“why does you always need me to?” you fire back. it comes out sharper than you mean, angrier than you want.
he scoffs. “right. pretend it didn’t happen. classic.”
that gets you. you turn, finally meeting his eyes.
they’re tired, rimmed red. but clear. too clear.
“jooyeon…” you start, then trail off.
you think about all the reasons you’ve been hesitant. he’s wild, unpredictable, a magnet for attention. you’re the one who keeps the calendar straight, who remembers to order new merch before the old runs out. you live in the margins, not the spotlight, you thrive on control, so why invite chaos into your life when you know you can't control it?
and yet - is love something you should try to control?
why couldn’t he be something that just is, outside of everything you try to always have a handle on?
the thought hits you like a jolt, and before you can second guess, you’re moving.
you climb awkwardly over the console into the back row where he’s slouched, surprise flickering across his face as you sit next to him, facing him but not yet looking at him.
for once, he doesn’t say anything. he just watches. waiting.
you take a breath, grab his hoodie strings, tug him forward, and kiss him.
it’s messy, unpracticed, but sweet. his hand comes up to steady you, fingers curling at your waist. you feel him exhale against your mouth, like he’s been holding his breath for weeks.
you pull back first, searching his face.
“i don't want to pretend it didn't happen” you admit, voice unsteady.
he smiles - small, exhausted, relieved, and genuine all at the same time, “thank god.”
the van door slides open then, and suddenly the rest of the band is there, frozen mid-step.
junhan squints. “seriously? in the van?”
“damn, finally,” gaon says, deadpan, pulling out his guitar case from inside the van like he expected this all along.
seungmin whistles. gunil mutters, “knew it.”
your face heats instantly. you try to shove off jooyeon, but he doesn't go easily and he’s grinning now, wide and unbothered, like this is the best morning of his life.
“shut up,” you snap at the others, scrambling out of the open door and past all of them like you have somewhere to be.
jooyeon just leans back, smug, calling after you, “don’t act like you didn’t start it.”
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outside, the sky is pale with a hint of morning mist. the city is waking up and despite the chaos, despite the noise, there’s a strange calm in your chest.
because maybe it’s messy. maybe it won't last.
but for once, you think you're okay with letting go of total control for a little while, just see where this could go.
Just 'Til Christmas
Lee Jooyeon Summary: “So I may or may not have told my mom that there was no need for her to introduce me to her friend’s daughter at the Christmas function because we’re dating.” “Jooyeon!” WC: ~1.8k Warning: none
The warm cinnamon scent fills your nose as you smell the Cinnamon Sugar scented candle.
“Ooh, Jooyeon smell this.” You held the candle out for him to smell. Jooyeon sticks his nose close to the candle, taking a sniff. A hum left him as the scent swirled around the air.
“That smells nice,” he says. You nodded in agreement.
“I’m gonna get it,” you state, putting the cap back on the candle and placing it in the basket you were carrying.
The two of you were out shopping. Half looking for gifts to buy for the holiday season and half browsing the store to get some decor for the apartment you moved into not long ago.
“So…” Jooyeon began to speak as he wandered over to the other side of the aisle. “Do you still have that dress that coincidentally matches with that one suit I have?” he asked while pretending to look at some knickknacks.
“Why?” You eyed him suspiciously, folding your arms over your chest. Jooyeon takes a glance over his shoulder at you and immediately turns back, acting like the knickknacks are the most interesting thing in the world when he saw you were suspicious of him. And you had every right to be because.
“So I may or may not have told my mom that there was no need for her to introduce me to her friend’s daughter at the Christmas function because we’re dating.” There was hardly any pausing between his words as he informed you.
“Jooyeon!” You shouted about five octaves too loud for the store the two of you are in right now.
“I know. I know. Believe me I know, but just listen please?” He approached you, holding up his hands in surrender.
“Go on then,” you tell him. Thinking that he better have a good reason for lying about you two being together.
“My mom has been on my case lately about me not having a girlfriend. She keeps trying to introduce me to all these different girls and to put it plainly I don’t have any interest in them. She has been kinda hinting about this daughter of one of her friends. Yesterday she was talking about introducing us at this year's Christmas function and I kinda just ended up telling her that we’re dating. I guess while we’re on the topic of the Christmas function I need you to come with me, y’know as…my date,” he rambled.
“That’s why you asked about the dress,” you said.
“Yep,” he nodded.
“Jooyeon,” you sighed, dropping your arms from over your chest.
“Please?” he begged. “Look, it doesn't have to be for a long time. Just ‘til Christmas. Please, just pretend like we’re dating until Christmas. Then we can fake break up or I can tell my mom that I lied about it,” he tried to convince you to agree. You suppose Christmas is only about a month away and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like spending time with Jooyeon.
“Yes, I still have that dress,” you tell him.
“Yes! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” He threw his arms around you in a hug.
The Christmas function wasn’t until December 23rd, but Jooyeon thought that it would be a good idea to invite you to join him and his family in strolling around the Christmas village your city sets up every year. To better sell your twos’ relationship.
Jooyeon’s mom greeted you with probably one of the warmest hugs you have ever received. Her arms wrapping around you in a calming and soft, yet also secure manner.
“You have no idea how happy I was when Jooyeon told me that him and you are dating,” she beamed, pulling away from the hug. She looked so happy that it made you feel a little guilty about yours and Jooyeon’s relationship being a lie.
“And we’re very happy to be together,” Jooyeon stated, joining at your side. He slips his glove-covered hand into yours.
A little while later with his parents walking ahead of the pair of you, you leaned in to whisper to Jooyeon. “I kinda feel bad,” you shared.
“What? Why?” he turned to look at you with concern filled eyes.
“Beacuse your mom looks so happy and we’re not actually together. I feel bad lying to her,” you explained. Almost as if on cue Jooyeon’s mom takes a look back at the two of you walking together. A shining smile plastered on her face. You smiled back at her before returning your attention back to Jooyeon. “See?”
“Then let’s date for real.” That’s what Jooyeon wishes he had the courage to say. Because what Jooyeon left out was the reason why he was uninterested in all the other girls his mom tried to set him up with was because he likes you. He has had a secret crush on you for most of the duration of the time you two have known one another. Meaning he sure as heck wasn’t going to be interested in someone who isn’t you. Fortunately enough for him you never asked why he wasn’t interested.
“It’s fine I promise. She’s just really happy to see me dating.” Is what he says instead because he’s still too much of a coward to confess to you how he really feels. Though he supposed that he’ll have to do something about that soon, because now that he gets to hold your hand and cross over that line of friendship, even if it is just an act, he doesn’t want to go back.
Jooyeon and his dad had stepped away to get the group of you some hot chocolates. Leaving you with his mom. The two of you sat on a little bench together.
“I’m glad that my little plan worked,” she told you with a giddy tone.
“What little plan?” you looked at her confused.
“I could tell that my son was smitten with you,” she tells you and places her hand over yours giving it a squeeze. “So I started ‘trying’ to set him up with other girls, hoping that it would light a little fire in him and make him brave enough to finally ask you out,” she disclosed. “And it worked,” she cheered happily.
You do your best to keep your composure, but it’s hard with the thought currently racing through your mind: Did Jooyeon have real feelings for you?
Jooyeon and his dad shortly return with the hot chocolates. You can’t help but look at Jooyeon differently when his fingers brush against yours as he hands you the heated beverage.
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Jooyeon and you would continue to go out on the occasional date at the Christmas function grew nearer and nearer, but after your talk with Jooyeon’s mom at the Christmas village you can’t stop wondering about what Jooyeon’s true feelings for you are. Did he like you? Was his mom mistaken? You never once suspected that Jooyeon might have had a crush on you. However right now as you both sat on your couch in matching Chrisrmas pajamas, two mugs of hot chocolate topped with marshmallows sitting on your coffee table, the Cinnamon Sugar scented candle you bought lit, emitting its aroma. Sharing a cozy blanket with his hand resting on yours under the cover. You were in your apartment there was no need for him to be holding your hand and yet he was. It made you think that maybe his mom was right about her discernment about her son being smitten with you, but should you bring it up? Should you tell him about what his mom spilled to you? Jooyeon has never really been one to talk about his romantic feelings. Then again maybe that was just because he was hiding his romantic feelings for you. (He was.)
“I don’t think that your mom is gonna magically show up and catch us not holding hands Joo.” You decided to take a bit of a comical approach.
“What?...Oh,” he says when he feels his thumb swiping over the back of your hand. He removes his hand from on top of yours and tries to not let his face show how he wished he was still holding your hand.
“Why did you tell your mom that we were dating? I mean, I get that it was to get her to stop trying to set you up, but why did you pick me to be the person you were dating?” Your question makes Jooyeon’s heart pound in his chest. Because you were his only option. The only person he wanted to date. Fake or real.
“Well if not you, who else?” he chuckled nervously, shifting his position under the blanket.
“I guess you're right. Because your mom so would have known that it was a fake relationship if it wasn’t me,” you say. You can see the panic take over Jooeyon’s face.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“I think your mom accidentally ratted you out,” you told him in a more gentle voice. Though you spoke in a more comforting tone it did nothing to calm Jooyeon’s pounding heart.
“What do you mean?” he questioned again, worry swirling in his eyes.
“When we were at the Christmas village she told me that she was glad her plan worked,” you began to say.
“Her plan?” he asked. Confusion now joined the list of emotions he was feeling.
“She thought that you were smitten for me, so she tried to set you up with other girls, hoping that it would get you to work up the courage to confess to me,” you disclosed.
Jooyeon feels like he wants to throw up. For the past two weeks you’ve known or definitely suspected that he has real feelings for you. What bothers him the most about that is how you heard about his feelings from someone who isn’t him.
“I guess she was halfway right then. Because I do like you y/n. I like you a lot. She just underestimated how much of a coward her own son is when it came to telling you,” he voices. His confession makes your heart fill with warmth.
“Well the Christmas function is in a few days and-” Jooyeon speaks before you can finish.
“I understand if you don’t want to go anymore. I’ll come clean to my mom about-”
“I was thinking that there’s still time for us to go as a real couple,” you finished what you were gonna say. It takes Jooyeon a few moments to register what you just said.
“A real couple? You mean?” Did you actually want to be with him too?
“Yes, let’s officially get together. I mean fake dating has been fun, so dating for real should be just as fun right?” you say playfully.
“Better. It’s going to be so much better,” he declares. His hand finds yours under the blanket once more, holding onto it like he always wants to do.
Safe to say when you two arrive at the Christmas function Jooyeon is overjoyed to introduce you to people as his girlfriend. However he’s even more thrilled about the fact that your relationship will last much longer than just ‘til Christmas.
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[𑣲] Match Made (Kinda) ↳ Jooyeon (XDINARY HEROES) x Reader genre: fluff / best-friends to lovers / soft romantic tension wc: ~2.6k summary: when Jooyeon calls out of nowhere asking what color your dress is, you don’t expect to end up matching outfits, sharing a slow dance, and wearing his favorite bracelet by the end of the night. He says you’re just his “plus one” to a staff’s wedding — but between his nervous smiles, soft teasing, and the way he won’t stop glancing at you, it’s clear he’s been holding something back for a while.
— 🍋: So, i saw the phonecall dialogue in a pinterest post recently and I honestly thought it was so Jooyeon it and I decided to add! Really hope y'all like this one, it's super fun and cute! And omg, 125?!?!?!?! thank you so much everybody! Here we goooo~~
You were halfway through your lunch when your phone lit up.
>> Jooyeon.
You answered immediately. “Hey, what’s up?”
“What color is your dress?” he blurted out — no greeting, no context, just panic in his voice.
You blinked. “...What?”
“Your dress. For the wedding.”
“What wedding?” you asked, completely thrown off.
There was a pause. “You’re kidding.”
“No?”
He groaned audibly, dragging a hand through his hair. You could practically hear him pacing. “The staff wedding. The one this weekend. You’re supposed to go with me.”
You laughed. “I am?”
“Yes!”
“When did you ask me?”
Another pause. Then, in a quieter voice, “Oh, shit.”
You burst out laughing. “You didn’t ask me!”
“I— okay, to be fair, I thought I did,” he said, flustered. “In my mind, I definitely asked.”
“Well, in reality, you didn’t.”
He sighed dramatically. “Okay, fine. Then I’m asking now. Will you come? Please? You can’t let me go alone, I’ll end up at the weird singles table.”
You grinned. “Hmm… I’ll think about it.”
“Y/N,” he whined, dragging out your name.
You laughed again. “Fine, I’ll go.”
You could hear him exhale in relief. “Perfect. Oh— and wear something black or gold, okay?”
You frowned. “Why?”
“Because we should match,” he said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “You didn’t even ask me properly and now we’re matching?”
He chuckled, tone softening. “Guess I’m making up for it.”
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The day of the wedding, you were already waiting outside when Jooyeon came down the steps in a perfectly fitted black suit with subtle gold details. The sight made your breath hitch for a second — he looked unfairly good.
When he spotted you, his eyes widened. "You actually matched me."
You smiled, twirling slightly so the gold accents on your dress caught the light. "You were annoyingly specific."
He grinned, walking over until he was right in front of you. "Annoying but right, though."
"Debatable."
He laughed, shaking his head. Then, before you could say anything else, he slipped something off his wrist — that leather bracelet he always wore.
"Here," he said, holding it out.
You blinked. "What are you doing?"
"It’s lucky. And," he added, fastening it gently around your wrist, "so people know you’re with me tonight."
You stared at him, heat rising to your cheeks. "You realize that sounds way more romantic than you think it does, right?"
He just smiled, eyes soft. "Good."
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The wedding was cozy and full of familiar faces from the company. You and Jooyeon sat side by side, whispering quiet jokes during the ceremony and trying not to laugh when the officiant fumbled the vows.
At the reception, the teasing started almost immediately.
"Matching outfits?" one of the stylists said, smirking. "Are you sure you two aren’t the ones getting married today?"
Jooyeon laughed, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly caught off guard. But instead of stammering or changing the subject like he usually would, he smiled — that confident little smile that made your heart skip — and said, "She’s my future lady."
You froze mid-sip. "What?" you mouthed, but he just winked at you.
You poked his ribs lightly with your elbow, whispering, "You could’ve warned me first."
He leaned closer, his voice low and teasing. "What? I thought it was obvious."
"Obvious, huh?" you whispered back, pretending not to blush.
He chuckled, eyes lingering on you a little too long. "You didn’t deny it."
You turned away to hide your smile, nudging him again — but the warmth in your chest refused to leave.
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The night flowed easily — music, food, laughter. You took pictures together, clinked glasses with other guests, and shared glances that said more than words could.
When the first slow song started playing, Jooyeon glanced at you, nervous and hopeful.
"You, uh… want to dance?"
You raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you can? Last time, you almost tripped over your own foot."
He laughed, reaching out his hand anyway. "I’ve practiced."
You took it, and the moment you did, his smile softened.
He held you carefully, one hand at your waist, the other lightly brushing your fingers. The lights above glowed warm and dim, and the rest of the room faded into a blur.
"See?" he said quietly. "Told you I could dance."
You smiled. "Barely."
He laughed under his breath, gaze dropping to you again — lingering a bit too long. "You look beautiful, you know."
Your throat tightened slightly. "Flattery won’t save you if you step on me."
"Maybe not," he murmured. "But it’s true."
You looked up at him — and this time, he didn’t look away.
For a moment, it felt like the air itself slowed down — just you, him, and the soft hum of music weaving through the quiet.
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Later that night, you both stepped outside for air. String lights swayed gently above the patio, and the muffled laughter from inside drifted out through the open door.
Jooyeon handed you a glass of juice, sitting beside you on the low wall.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah," you said softly. "Just… needed a break from all the dancing."
He nodded, glancing at you before his eyes fell to your wrist. "You still have it on."
You lifted your arm a little, smiling. "Of course. You said it was lucky."
He smiled back, that small, warm one that never quite reached his eyes unless it was real. "Keep it. I like how it looks on you."
You looked at him, your voice quieter now. "You know, for someone who didn’t even ask me to the wedding properly, you’ve been surprisingly smooth tonight."
He grinned, leaning closer, tone low and teasing. "Guess I’m finally figuring out how to talk to my date."
You laughed, shaking your head. "You’re unbelievable."
"And you’re still wearing my bracelet," he said softly, eyes flicking to it again — a gentle reminder, a silent confession.
You didn’t say anything this time. You just smiled, heart full and unsteady, because maybe you both knew what that meant already.
