pairing: established relationship! bf! tabber x fem! reader
wc: 0.8k
synopsis: a storm hums beyond glass, while beneath woven threads and whispered breaths, two souls trace the language of desire in slow, deliberate rhythms.
content warnings: dom!tabber (soft dom) · slow, sensual pacing · explicit sexual content · oral sex (f receiving) · mutual masturbation · digital penetration · needy/desperate behavior · overstimulation · sensory detail · consensual sex
author's note: i deeply apologize for the wait. life has been hectic recently. i hope you enjoy this and thank you for requesting! <3
The rain outside was steady, almost hypnotic. It filled the apartment like a low hum, a rhythm neither of you needed to match, only sink into.
You were already in bed, stretched out on your side in one of Hyun-joon’s worn flannel pajama shirts and a pair of black cotton panties. The fabric was soft against your skin, but not nearly as soft as the way he was looking at you.
He leaned in the doorway, silent, his eyes tracing the curve of your thigh, the exposed line of your collarbone where the shirt had slipped open. He was just in his black tee and boxers, but the way his body moved, slow, loose, deliberate, made your pulse tick faster.
He didn’t say anything when he crossed the room. Just climbed into bed behind you, pressing his chest to your back, hand sliding over your stomach beneath the shirt. Warm. Steady.
“I missed you all day,” he murmured against your shoulder, lips brushing skin between words.
You tilted your head as his hand slipped lower, fingers skimming the waistband of your panties. He kissed your neck again, slower this time, as he pushed his hand between your thighs.
His fingers slid into your underwear without hesitation, finding you already warm, already soaked for him. His breath stuttered.
“Fuck…” he whispered, voice tight with need. “You’re already dripping for me…”
His hand trembled slightly against your inner thigh as he pushed two fingers in, slow but deep, watching your face the entire time. His cock was already hard against your lower back, twitching through his boxers. He pressed his face into your shoulder, breath hot.
“Been thinking about you like this all fucking day,” he murmured, dragging his fingers in and out, the wet sounds obscene in the quiet room. “Couldn’t stop.”
You shifted against him, hips rocking back, and he let out a low groan like he was holding back from grinding against you, like just touching you was driving him too close too fast.
“Can’t wait anymore,” he said, almost like it hurt.
He rolled you gently onto your back, dragging your panties down your legs. His gaze was heavy, and he didn’t look away as he lowered himself between your thighs and licked a slow, deliberate stripe through your folds. His tongue moved with reverence, as if tasting you grounded him.
He moaned into you, deep and low, like he was starving.
His hands gripped your thighs firmly, holding you open as he dragged his tongue over your clit, then dipped back into you with slow, wet strokes. He licked you like it was the only way to breathe, like this was the only place he found peace.
“You taste so fucking good,” he groaned against you, voice raw. “Always do.”
Your moans got breathier as your body arched up to meet him, fingers in his hair, thighs trembling around his head. He didn’t stop, didn’t even pause as your orgasm hit, just held you steady and rode it out with you, tongue still slow, savoring every second.
When he finally pulled away, lips and chin glistening, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and climbed up your body, mouth finding yours in a messy, hungry kiss.
He stripped his shirt off and shoved his boxers down just enough. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
When he slid into you, it was all at once — slow, thick, deep — and his breath caught like he wasn’t ready for how good it felt. His forehead pressed to yours.
“God, you feel perfect,” he murmured, already trembling slightly, thrusts shallow at first.
His pace stayed slow, hips rolling into you like he wanted to memorize the feel of every inch. His hands gripped your waist, one sliding under your shirt to press against your stomach as if to feel himself moving inside you.
“You make me lose my mind,” he whispered, voice ragged. “Every time.”
He held eye contact as he moved — deep, unhurried thrusts that hit perfectly. Your moans, soft and breathless, only pushed him closer to the edge.
“Touch yourself,” he said quietly, not as a command, but a plea.
Your hand slid between you, circling your clit as his rhythm stayed deep and deliberate. He watched your face like he couldn’t look anywhere else.
When your orgasm hit, you gasped his name, whole body arching into him. The clench of your body pulled a desperate moan from his throat. His thrusts faltered, and he came inside you with a strained groan, pressing his body flush against yours, like he needed to feel everything at once.
For a long moment, he didn’t move, still buried deep, breathing uneven.
Then he kissed your jaw, your cheek, your lips. Again. And again.
He pulled out slowly, carefully, as if it hurt to leave your body.
Wordless, he curled into you, one hand brushing your hair back, the other sliding under the hem of his shirt still on your body, splaying wide across your belly.
Still catching his breath, he whispered, “Don’t wanna be anywhere but here.”
order 065, anon: large classic milk tea with regular tapioca pearls for big naughty
#: bestie!Donghyun x gn reader, friends to lovers!, ft. Donghyun's mom
[💌: Donghyuns mom is THE main character. also idk if fight for my way is on netflix but its one of the best friends to lovers dramas out there mhm ALSO BIGNA COMEBACK I LOVE THE SONG SO MUCH.]
Donghyun's mom opened up the front door, smiling brightly when she recognized you.
"y/n!! you're here to see Donghyun? how are you, how is everything?" she asked, opening up the door more so you could step in.
"hello, yes i am! things are good.. even better now i'm here and can see you, too," you said, taking off your shoes.
she squeaked and ruffled your hair, in love with your honey-like words.
"you know where he is. wait, wait! take some fruits with you," she said, rushing to the kitchen.
you smiled as you walked through the familiar house. it had been years now, almost since birth since you'd been hanging around at Donghyun's all the time.
"here. i put more of your favourite fruit, too. plus some nutella... i know Donghyun loves that," Donghyun's mom said with a smile.
she patted your back as you made your way to your best friend's studio, your pace increasing along with your heartrate. you were so excited to see him, even if you'd just seen him a few days ago.
you knocked before entering, knowing he'd complain about your lack of knocking even though you had knocked. his headphones stopped him from hearing anything around him.
you ruffled his hair and tore off his headphones after placing the fruits at his desk. Donghyun whined loudly in response, getting ready to yell at his mom but grinning when he noticed it was you.
"why don't you ever knock?!" he whined, just as you expected.
"because you wear headphones and didn't hear that i did knock," you replied, sticking your tongue out at him.
"are these fruits... for me?!"
"and me."
you quickly stole your favourite fruit off the plate before Donghyun could touch them. yet, he wouldn't go near them, anyway. he would never take something you love away from you.
"what have you been up to, superstar?" you asked.
"oh.. i'm trying to get inspiration for a song so i was actually trying to find a movie to watch. but now you're here, we can watch it together! and that's even better," Donghyun said, happily swaying in his seat.
"mhm," you agreed, patting his head before pulling up a chair to sit beside him.
"what movie what movieee," he sang, scrolling through netflix on his desktop.
"pick a random one! let's watch a sappy kdrama," you suggested.
"ooohhh.. do you want my next song to be a love song?" he asked.
"maybe," you said, feeling flustered as you imagined... oh just what if.. he'd write a love song.. about you?!
"you have such a love-thirsty mind, y/n," Donghyun teased, giggling as he scrolled through the kdramas.
"says you! you couldn't even perform properly in front of your crush on your school trip."
"h-hey?! how does that even relate?!" Donghyun complained, the tips of his ears turning red.
"you have a whole album named nangman, Donghyun.. you're the hopeless romantic!"
he glared at you, though the edges of this mouth were slighly turned upwards. then, he closed his eyes and randomly clicked on a drama. fight for my way started playing, and you happily munched on your fruit.
Donghyun asked if you wanted to move onto a comfy couch opposite his desktop, and you agreed. the two of you were sat on opposite ends, Donghyun throwing half of a blanket over you and the other half on himself. he made sure it was completely covering you, even if it meant half of his own body was uncovered.
you found yourself relating to the protagonists a lot, and the way their friendship turned romantic was so cute.
"i want a love like that," you told Donghyun as the drama continued playing.
"like what?" he asked, pretending to be oblivious.
"like... those soft childhood friends that suddenly turn romantic and then their relationship is still full of teasing and playful bickering but also cute cuddles and... stuff..." you quietly trailed off as you felt Donghyun's eyes on you. he was smirking while chewing on some fruit.
his heart was racing and his face was red. it sounded like you were talking about him. it sounded like you were talking about your friendship with him and God, Donghyun wished you were. he wished you wanted to cuddle with him, playfully bicker with him, and romantically joke around with h i m.
he worked up his courage, ignoring his racing heart, to ask you, "y/n.. are you by any chance imagining that with someone you know?"
your heart raced. did he know you meant him? did he know how badly you wanted to feel his head gently laying in your lap as you stroked his hair?
"y-yes," you responded, your honesty even catching you off-guard.
Donghyun sat up, almost sure that you meant him. what other friend of yours were you this close with since childhood? what other friend did you joke around with like this?
"do i know this person?" he asked.
you nodded.
"is it... me?" he asked.
you didn't know what to say. you didn't know what to do. fuck it, you thought. it was better to crash and burn after having told the truth than to play it safe while lying.
"yeah, Donghyun. i want to have a movie-like romance with you, and what about it?" you tried to sound confident, but it would've sounded to anyone else like you were joking.
only Donghyun could tell how serious you were. only he could notice how your entire frame was shaking ever so slightly as you waited for him to respond.
"y/n... i'm in love with you," Donghyun said, sitting cross-legged while facing you.
his face looked desperate, sincere, as if he was uttering the most important words on this planet.
your heart was beating at light-speed and before you knew it, you were pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. you felt the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. you felt his warm lips on yours, and you felt him smile against you.
"turn the drama off. i don't need any more inspiration, now," he said, holding one of your precious hands in his while grinning like a fool.
"no, keep watching so you'll know exactly how to love me," you joked.
"didn't you say i'm a hopeless romantic? won't i know how to love you the best?" he asked, fidgeting with your fingers. the smile never left his lips.
"maybe... can you just cuddle me while we watch the rest of this?" you asked, already laying your head on his chest.
you could feel his breath hitch in his throat before he relaxed, still holding one of your hands and making sure, again, that the blanket was covering you. he stroked your hair and softly kissed the top of your head.
"i'll love you even better than in the movies, y/n. and then, we'll take over the world!" Donghyun chanted.
"wow. that's an ending i didn't even ask for," you joked.
"well it's what you'll get," he asked, holding you close as he started playing the drama, again.
"WHAT?" Haon exclaimed, looking at you with wide eyes. The others and you laughed at his expression when he heard your answer.
You were currently at the h1ghr studio with your boyfriend, Haon, and some of the h1ghr artists. They were currently just hanging out and had a meeting a while ago, talking about future plans.
"Haon, you asked and I answered. What's so bad about Harry oppa's verse?" You said, looking at him while you were seated together with Harry and Sik-K. As a non-artist from h1ghr, they wanted to get some of your opinions. Haon then asked who's verse was your favorite on The Purge, expecting that your answer was his. After all, everyone loved his iconic 'I spit 16 bars when I was 16 they used to call me damn boy' line. However, your answer caught him by surprise when you answered 'Harry oppa'.
"Yeah, Haon. What is wrong with my verse?" Harry teasingly asked, making you giggle.
"See, see! You even giggled at his non-funny joke!" He whined at sat down. However, some of the rappers wanted to push his buttons.
"You know, Harry did tell me he found you pretty," Minsik told you, making you burst out of laughter while Harry blushed, making Haon pout even harder.
"Sucks to you because she's my girlfriend now," Haon said, now making you giggle. With that, Haon had enough and told everyone he'll go to the comfort room. He was never jealous because of his friends and labelmates, he knew better that you love him so much and that you'd never leave him. But hearing you and Minsik's teasing made him jealous.
"Good job, Minsik oppa. Mission accomplished," You jokingly said, standing up and going after Haon. You find him easily in the lobby, scrolling through his phone furiously with eyebrows furrowed.
"Kim Haon, were you really jealous of Harry oppa?" You asked him softly, bending to his height since he was sitting and looking at him. He shrugged, not answering you properly.
"You know, you're the one who told me to listen to his songs more," you said, now sitting down beside. He sighed, now facing you and putting down his phone.
"I know, I'm sorry I kind of overreacted," he told you, making you smile.
"It's alright. I'm sorry for teasing you," you said, making him nod. You then stood up, grabbing his arm to make him stand up with you.
"Now let's go and buy ice cream. Leave those grown ass men be," you said, giggling, making him smile and nod.
You then got a message from Harry, making you chuckle.
pH-won: Not gonna lie, I really did find you pretty the first time I saw you :)
Kim Hyun Jung better known as Hoody, is a Korean singer-songwriter under Jay Park’s label AOMG. She debuted with the single My Ride on September 24, 2013, and debuted in the same year as a member of the all-female underground hip-hop crew Amourette (AMRT), and left the group a bit later as she felt that it was too difficult to adapt as a member of a hip-hop group.
Hoody went on to be the first female artist to be signed under AOMG in 2015, after being approached by the founder Jay Park himself.
Facts:
In 2015, she signed with AOMG ad their first female artist.
She is a former member of underground hip-hop crew Amourette (AMRT)
She writes and participates in the production and arrangement of songs.
She was apart of the AOMG Follow the Movement Tour 2016 for Seoul, Daegu, and Busan.
She was also apart of the AOMG Follow the Movement Tour 2017 for Seoul
She has collaborated with Jay Park, Gray, Loco, Crush, and more.
She wears a lot of hoodies so she chose Hoody as her stage name.
