IN WHICH: Your toxic ex boyfriend Taesan is determined to get you back even though his replacement, your sweet boyfriend Sunghoon, is a much better option…
W.C.: 15.3k!
Warnings: SMUT(mdni!), CHEATING!, angst???(if u squintt), smoking n alcohol usage, mentions of betting, Taesan is kinda evil, manipulation, rough choking, marking?, biting, fingering, cunnilingus, gagging, rough unprotected sex(*shakes head*)
ft. Sunghoon as ur bf, rage baiter Jaehyun(he’s rlly just an asshole), sweet angel Leehan, Yunjin of lssfm, mentioned Sungho, Heeseung + Jungwon, Sakura of lssfm…
(Reblogs + comments are always appreciated!!!)
A/N: First BND fic??? Omg my longest fic yet… Lmk who your bias is, mine’s Leehan:3. I SUCKKKKK at pacing so I’m warning u now… Also pls, as always, criticism is welcome. Lmk your thoughts. Enjoy:3 PS: This is a work of fiction and not at all how I think these people act in real life! Don’t be a cheater!
Taesan has a bad habit.
"Listen, like, I'm telling you," His friend urges over slurred words and a few jolting hiccups. "It doesn't matter who she's with, bro— Bro," Drunk and wobbly, the guy tilts closer, hands flailing aimlessly as if to emphasize his point.
"Leehan— Chill—"
"I'm telling you! It doesn't matter who she's with. It doesn't matter if she's with anyone at all!" At that, Jaehyun, who's been nose deep in his phone the whole night, barks out a laugh. "Don't let him talk that nonsense into you, man. She's taken, alright? That ship has sailed," He makes a cutthroat motion with his hand, clicking his tongue. "Donezo."
Taesan grunts in response, choosing to ignore that last part as he rolls his (seventh) cigarette of the night between his fingers.
"Whaaaa, no… No!" Leehan slurs, slinging a heavy arm around Taesan's shoulders. "That doesn't— hic… That doesn't matterrrrr!" He whines, his voice ringing petulantly in Taesan's ear. Taesan groans, slapping his palm over Leehan's pouting lips. "Dude, you're yelling in my ear."
"Mmph… Butmm…" He shoves his face away, shrugging his arm off. "Jaehyun's right. If she doesn't want me, who do I look like chasing someone?" He snorts over the lump in his throat. "Hell no."
Jaehyun doesn't even look up from his phone as he laughs. "Right." Taesan's eyes snap from his hands to glare at Jaehyun who shrugs lazily in response, not even bothering with both shoulders. "I don't believe you, bro. Not for a second."
"You're the one who just basically told me to give up!" He huffs, finally shoving the cigarette between his lips, his hands patting gruffly over his jeans in search of his lighter. "The hell you mean you 'don't believe' me?"
Finally looking up from his phone, "Probably what I said?" Taesan's lips twitch sharply around his cigarette before he lights it, "I just mean…" Jaehyun continues, a grin pulling at his lips at the sight of Taesan's growing irritation. "You're stubborn, man. Always have been." He lets that hang in the air, his attention quickly turning back to his phone.
"What's that mean?" Taesan questions around puffs of smoke, pulling the cig from his lips with a slow exhale, feigning for the relief this shit used to provide before he'd abused it.
Breaking his silence, Leehan sighs with the weight of someone who's experienced far too much for his young age(his dramatic ass.) "You guys used to be so… So cute together. The perfect couple…" He claims almost dreamily, looking up at the sky as if recalling the memories. Taesan can only stare at the ember glow of his cig as he taps out the ash, letting the acrid scent fill his nose, his lungs, his head until he feels dizzy wondering where it all went wrong.
"Yeah…" His voice hardly a whisper, chest tight with something he's far too sober to think about right now. Leehan chokes on a hiccup before he speaks again, "That's your girl, Tae."
"Nah." Jaehyun feels the need to interject, making Taesan's chest coil tighter only this time with something hotter.
"Notchur girl, bro." He flashes his canines almost challengingly, of course being sure to meet Taesan’s irritated gaze head on.
Slowly, Taesan takes a drag from his cigarette. His eyes are in slits boring stubbornly into Jaehyun's as he inhales, letting the smoke burn its way down his throat before he speaks again.
"Is that a challenge?" He exhales.
Jaehyun's grin sharpens. "A challenge?" He (finally) tosses his phone aside, giving Taesan his full attention for the first time tonight. He shrugs again almost provokingly, "Why would you think that?"
Taesan huffs out a short laugh, smoke blowing through his nose. "Don't know. Maybe because you've been intentionally rage baiting me all night?"
Leehan perks up, his eyes glassy as he takes in the scene before him. "Wait, Tae, are you smoking? You said you'd quit—"
"Intentionally? Rage baiting? Me?" Jaehyun waves a dismissive hand, feigning cheap innocence. "Nahhhh. Never that."
Taesan straightens up, the cigarette hanging from his frowning lips. "Tch. You know what you're doing." Jaehyun hugs his knees, his jeans scraping the grass as he scoots closer. "I'm just sayinggggg," He goes on. "if that's your girl, why's she with someone else?" He plucks Taesan's cigarette right from between his lips, bringing it to his own with a slow, deliberate inhale, wagging his brows. "Dude." Taesan growls. "I'm gonna beat your ass." Jaehyun only smirks around the cig, blowing the smoke directly into Taesan's face.
"I'm serious…" Leehan tries again. "You said you'd quit—"
"You could beat my ass…" Jaehyun laughs, backing up slightly as Taesan's hand just barely misses his face. "Or, or!" He holds up his free hand placatingly, "Or you could get your girl back." He offers lowly with a wink, making Taesan's jaw tighten.
With a scowl, Taesan snatches (what's left of) the cigarette back. "You're dumb as hell." He mutters, taking the last drag before stubbing it out on the dewy field. "So which is it, then? You're not making much sense." He grumbles, leaning back on his hands. "She's mine, right? I mean… 'First love' claim and all that…"
Jaehyun rolls onto his back, sprawling out amongst the wet grass that is surely staining his clothes. He groans, all dramatic and loud. "Claim? Dude. I know you're not dumb." He sighs, craning his neck to shoot him an unimpressed look. "Obviously not, Taesan. She's. Got. A. Fucking. Boyfriend." Taesan opens his mouth to respond but before he can say anything, Leehan interjects.
"Can I talk? Is that— hic— Allowed?"
"No, obviously not." Jaehyun snorts. "Why would you be allowed to talk?"
Taesan kicks his leg not too gently before turning to Leehan, his hands clasped in a prayer. "If you're going to speak, could it at least be something along the lines of 'You're so right, Taesan' or 'Taesan, you gotta go—"
"Get your girl," Leehan nods with eyes half closed that Taesan would be shocked are seeing anything at all, clumsily reaching over to clap his back and completely missing, hitting Taesan's arm instead. "You gotta go get your gil— Girl. Girl. Go get your girl."
"You almost got it, Leehanie." Jaehyun comments amusedly, earning a smirk and another slow nod from Leehan that is far too proud for his drunken state. "See?" Taesan says smugly, leaning back on his hands and looking triumphant. "Leehan thinks she's mine. Thinks I gotta go get her."
"Leehan can't even speak." Jaehyun says flatly, braiding the wet grass between his fingers like hair. "Hey!" Leehan exclaims indignantly, "I cam- nnnnn… I can speak!"
Jaehyun sits up and mirrors Taesan's posture, idly flicking grass in Leehan's direction who is now lying on his back mumbling something incoherent to the moon. "Besides," Jaehyun sighs, looking more exhausted than he should. "I never said you couldn't go get her, and actually I implied that you should. I just said she isn't your girl— Ah-ah…" He holds up his finger, wagging it slightly in Taesan's face to shut down any remark he was about to make. "Yet." He adds while leaning back, dropping his hand with a sly shrug. "Not your girl yet."
Taesan hummed thoughtfully at that. Admitting you're not his girl yet implies that maybe you weren't even his girl at all, and frankly, the thought alone makes something sour bubble up in his throat. Because the truth is that you are his, dating or not. It doesn't matter if you think you're 'in a relationship' and it doesn't matter what his arrogant friend says or hell, even the drunk one. But… fine. Taesan will admit that there is an obvious obstacle here. Your 'boyfriend.'
God, his face recoils at the mere thought, the taste of bile ghosting low in his throat.
Boyfriend or not, it's not stopping anything. Taesan will have you again.
The question is: How?
"Alright… Get her how?" His voice is almost a whisper when he asks, picking at a loose thread on his jeans. But Taesan's already lost Jaehyun's attention to his damn phone once again, the man in question already nose deep in it, eyes wide and reflecting off of the bright screen.
"YO!" He shouts, standing to his full height not even bothering to brush the grass off his jeans. One hand on his head, the other clutching his phone hard enough to bruise his skin; Jaehyun looks absolutely euphoric, even starting to jump on the balls of his feet. "MY BET JUST WENT UP NINETY FUCKING DOLLARS!"
He thrashes his phone into Taesan's flat stare. "I bet on them when they were at three percent odds of winning! Three. Fucking. Percent." His grin is so wide, splitting his face as he pulls his phone back to look at the score once more. "Do you understand how much fucking money I could make if they win? Nah. Nah. I have got to call Sungho right now. Right fucking now." And before Taesan could make a flat comment or even roll his eyes, Jaehyun is already walking away from them with grass stains on the butt of his jeans, his ecstatic voice trailing him as he fades away.
Taesan leans back again with a heavy sigh through his nose, the imprint of grass on his palms the only thing keeping him grounded. He takes a second to just breathe and enjoy the silence, craning his neck slightly to look up at the moon. He wonders, for a second, if maybe you're looking at the moon too, and something more desperate in him hopes you're even thinking about him. He shakes his head, a dry laugh escaping his lips. He hates that when he thinks of you, he thinks of him too, and how it's most likely that if you are looking at the moon, you're probably looking at it with him.
"Tae?" Leehan interrupts his thoughts, slurring but somehow sounding more clear-headed than he had ten minutes ago. He sits up beside Taesan, a dreaded look of worry on his face that Taesan can't really seem to meet. "When did you start smoking again?" He asks quietly, Taesan shifting uncomfortably under his gaze. Taesan avoids eye contact as he shakes his head, still picking at that same loose thread. "Nah, I quit." He lies.
Leehan blinks.
Taesan shrugs, "Bad habit." The thread snaps and Taesan stands, wiping whatever grime off of his jeans before offering Leehan a hand. "We should get going." Leehan takes his hand, looking like he wants to say more but he knows better. He decides to drop it.
They walk in silence for the most part— Taesan's hands shoved deep in his pockets skimming whatever junk he's got in there, Leehan looking more pensive while staring at his feet, kicking stray rocks, his steps still a little unsteady. After a while, Leehan breaks the silence.
"Taesan," He goes, quiet and almost shy. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
Taesan hummed, staring ahead. The corner of his mouth twitched into something almost like a smile, though his eyes looked a little too sad for someone meant to be happy. "Yeah," Taesan affirmed. "I know."
A WEEK LATER, Taesan's life is as boring as it always has been since you. He wakes up early for work, a soul-draining minimum wage job at Target. Stocks shelves, cleans aisles, assists customers with bothersome questions, re-folds shirts that ignorant people leave lay, and eats lukewarm cup ramen for lunch every evening.
After work, when he is really drained and especially irritable, he makes the interesting decision to see his(in his opinion), idiotic friends. Peer-pressuring Jaehyun and Sungho into making thousand dollar bets(though they don't need much pressuring, do they?), drink until he feels dizzy and smoke until he chokes and his throat is left raw.
Sometimes, on Thursday's, he even helps his mother with her vegetable garden. Helping her with weeds that she struggles with pulling anymore, and awkwardly dodging questions she asks about you.
'How is she by the way, dear? It was nice having such a beautiful face around here.' Nudges him with a wink laced with that ever present parent protectiveness.
'Oh, you've got to bring her around again sometime soon! I must show her my garden.' She'll say with the brightest, most sincere smile that makes Taesan's seem far, far more performative, though she'd never notice. He'll grit his teeth and lie through them 'easily,' feeling it chip away at his very soul each time. He just doesn't have the heart, he thinks.
Or he's in deep, deep, deep denial.
NOW, Taesan sits here on Jaehyun's leather couch, long legs sprawled out in front of him with a beer nursed in his lap and a cigarette in his free hand, talking about everything yet nothing at all— Doesn't matter as long as he doesn't think of you.
"You got a light?" He mumbles around the butt of the cig while he re-pats his pockets for his own. He must've forgotten his in his car.
"Why? So I can enable your poor life decisions?" Jaehyun snides, a twisted grin playing at his lips but he's already digging in his own pockets and tossing Taesan his lighter.
Taesan doesn't bite, being too exhausted from eight grueling hours of pointing to basic aisles and 'Wait, this sock doesn't belong here…'s. But he's not above rolling his eyes and thinking things, at least.
He's grateful though, of course, because now he can drown in his sorrows with tobacco and alcohol and pretend he isn't thinking about you. Which he isn't.
Yet somehow, against all odds, every conversation finds its way back to you.
"You talk to that chick yet?" Jaehyun asks not too ceremoniously around half chewed gummy worms. Taesan shoots him a nasty look before flicking the lighter. "She's not some chick, and chew with your fucking mouth closed, you dickhead."
"Oh, right, right!" Jaehyun snorts, widening his mouth further and chewing like a child just to get a reaction. "Your ex. My bad. Did you talk to your ex, yet?" Taesan's considering not even dignifying that with a response, focused on getting this damn cigarette to light.
Once he does, he wastes no time in taking a long, slow drag. Ah. Let me pretend this feels good right now.
"No—"
"By no surprise." Another snort.
Taesan exhales very slowly through his nose, his eyes closed like if he at least can't see Jaehyun then he'll want to punch him less. "Fucks that mean?"
"You know…. What it means." He shrugs, smacking his lips louder and Taesan has to start bouncing his leg and fiddling with the tab on his beer can or else he'll put that energy elsewhere and regret it.
Taesan shakes his head and pulls from the cigarette again this time holding it, letting it simmer and burn inside his lungs like a physical manifestation of his anger. He exhales and opens his eyes, willing himself to feel better about it all.
"Can we just not talk about her right now?" He takes a swig from his can, his leg still bouncing in time with his pulse, but it stops abruptly at Jaehyun's laugh.
"Yo," He starts, shaking his head amusedly at Taesan. "I love you, but you're so fucking prickly anymore, man."
There's a brief pause.
"But you were always kinda like that, weren't you?" He adds almost like an afterthought, but his eyes are steady on Taesan, studying his reaction. "Isn't that why she broke up with you in the first place?"
Taesan doesn't react. Well, not really in the way Jaehyun might've expected. He doesn't make a defensive comment, he doesn't roll his eyes, doesn't even scowl, his leg stopped bouncing and while there is tension in his jaw, he doesn't look… angry. He just sits there looking almost thoughtful as he taps out ash into his still half-full can, his gaze a little distant. But there's something stirring much deeper inside Taesan that Jaehyun's eyes can't quite catch. Something that would be the only sign that his comment maybe got to him.
He doesn't really know how to explain the pain beneath his ribs.
Instead, he mutters a quick 'You don't know what you're talking about,' in classic Taesan fashion, though his voice is a little rough from something other than the copious amounts of tobacco he's consumed.
"Alright, Taesan. Whatever you say." Jaehyun sounds unconvinced, his sigh heavy and his read on Taesan sharp as ever. "Well," He shakes his head, clearly ready to change the subject because he knows as well as anyone else that it wouldn't go anywhere. "Since you clearly need help, there's this party this weekend at Sigma Chi. Some dress-up bullshit that I know she'll be attending with her little boy toy."
Taesan's face recoils around his cigarette. "Dress up? Really?" He scoffs something derisive before exhaling and plopping the stub into his can. "Not interested." Shaking his head firmly, he's unable to hide a scowl of pure disgust at the thought of you sharing a costume with that fucking guy. "Really? You've got a perfect fucking opportunity to finally talk to this girl and you're passing it up just like that?" Jaehyun shakes his head, a look of utter disbelief on his face. "Un-fucking-believable."
Taesan whips his head toward him, his face contorted in all sorts of defensive lines. "What do you mean, 'un-fucking-believable'? What the fuck would I even wear, dude? And not only that, but you just said her fucking boyfriend's gonna be there."
"So?"
"'So' what?" Taesan echoes exasperatedly. "So I'm not fucking going. You won't catch me wearing some dumb ass costume."
"So what if her boyfriend is there?" Jaehyun smirks, all sharp fangs and ignorance. "Cuck him."
"It smells like shit in here." Taesan grumbles into his beer can, the stuffy scent of sweat and weed clogging what feels like every pore on his body. It's fucking hell in here. It's loud, people he doesn't even know won't stop trying to talk to him, it fucking smells and worst of all, you aren't even here which makes all of this torture seem like just that— Torture for no reason.
Turns out Taesan didn't need much convincing afterall, not with Jaehyun dangling the word "cuck" in his face like candy. Though of course Taesan hadn't shown up in some getup because, as he said, you wouldn't catch him in some "dumb ass costume." The only pro to this hell in a box is that no one even bothered to dress up anyway, making Taesan's jeans and plain tee seem not so out of place. For all Taesan knows, Jaehyun could've been lying straight out of his ass just to get him to show up looking like some dork in front of his ex(Oh, he so would.) (Taesan would never, ever put that past him.)
"Where the fuck is she?" He mutters to no one in particular, fighting a headache that's been edging the base of his skull for the past forty fucking minutes. Smoke clings to the roof of his mouth and not in the good way; He just feels suffocated.
Leehan perks up beside him, having heard his mumbling. "She's still not here?" Curiously, his eyes scan the room. A cute little pout on his soft lips, Leehan looks every bit the lost puppy and less the regular partygoer. Taesan had begged him to come along when Jaehyun snorted in his face with a 'That's all you, man. Good luck, you're gonna need it.' But he hadn't needed to beg much, and actually Leehan was the one convincing him in the end to man up and go when Taesan threatened to off himself if he had to see you in matching slop with that guy.
The thought, especially now, leaves his mouth tasting of something rotten like disdain. So Taesan is praying to the Lord, to any higher power that Jaehyun was just being his usual menacing (and fucking annoying) self, and that there is no dress up occurring.
And unless everyone here decided to show up as the mentally drained college student, then, Blessed be the Lord, it really does seem like it's just your average fraternity party.
"I'm sure they'll show up soon…" Leehan assures softly, his voice almost swallowed whole by the party. Lips pressed against his beer, Taesan's response is a low huff of a grunt, his face pulled in sourly. "They'll," He echoes, his voice sounding just as disgusted as he looks. "They'll show up soon. They, they, they, they. I'm gonna be fucking sick." With one last particularly angry swig of his beer, he slams the emptied can down on the nearest surface. "I need some fucking air."
Leehan nods behind him, following Taesan as he stalks off to the balcony with progressively angrier steps. He slides the door open with a huff, immediately finding the balcony's ledge and leaning his entire body weight onto it, feeling the cool metal beneath his palms as if it could ground him. He lets the nights air fill his lungs with a deep, filling breath, though it does hardly anything to cool the growing heat simmering inside him.
"This is hell, man…" With a sigh as heavy as his doubts, he looks out into the darkening sky and lets his eyes find the moon once more. He finds it again with the same prayer, the same hope that you're out there looking at it too, maybe just as desperate as him. If he could speak to the moon, he would, and he would tell it that he can't stand this, can't stand not seeing you, not feeling you, and he'd plead it to relay this message:
'I miss you, and I love you more. Please come back—'
He cuts the thought off with a sharp laugh, feeling embarrassed even if no one had heard it, even if the one person who could have heard it would've held it in his hands like glass, gentle as ever.
Sigh. There's no time to be angsty, he thinks. There's never any time for that with him, though.
He huffs again, the sadness slowly turning into his usual prickly anger, but the tightness around his eyes betrays any willingness to let it go. He'll force it down anyway.
"I've been here for too fucking long, dude. I'm getting impatient here…"
"I know, I know." Leehan consoles beside him.
"I feel like fucking shit, man." He puts his head in his hands, his voice gruff yet sounding more fragile than Leehan has ever heard it before. Leehan shifts beside him, offering his presence as a sort of comfort. He pats his back very softly, the pout even more prominent on his lips. "Maybe… Maybe she wasn't even coming at all in the first place. Maybe Jaehyun lied about it. You know how he is…"
Taesan's head snaps up at that, so fast he could've pulled a muscle. His eyes bore into Leehan, burning with a realization that could light a fire. "You're so right." His voice is low, all traces of sadness gone in an instant. "No, you're so fucking right. That fucking dick. He really would play with my feelings like that, wouldn't he?" He growls. "I swear to God, I'm gonna kill him." Leehan freezes for a moment, realizing what he might've just triggered.
"Wait— Taesan—"
He goes to grab his arm to maybe calm him down or stop whatever he's about to do. But Taesan's too quick; He pulls away. He pushes himself off the ledge and turns on his heel in one swift, agitated motion, completely seeing red and then—
He sees you.
Taesan's whole body freezes at once like he'd been struck in place. All of the anger and all of the sadness that was once a complex, volatile storm inside him suddenly gave way to something more stunned and shocked as he stares at you beyond the other side of the glass door. You're completely oblivious, your head thrown back mid-laugh and he swears he can hear it now, ringing in his ears despite the deafening music muffling every breath.
"Holy shit, is that her?" Leehan gasps behind him, but Taesan doesn't hear him. He feels completely entranced, like he couldn't fucking look away from you even if he tried. You're clad in a pink plaid skirt paired with— fuck— fishnets leaving nothing to the imagination, and a black top that fits you like a second skin, hugging every curve and looking like it's been hand-poured onto you by God himself. His heart is beating wildly, pounding against his ribs so hard it almost hurts.
"I'm going to kiss Jaehyun right on his filthy lips, I swear to…" His voice is heavy with relief, sounding almost hypnotized.
For a second, as he watches you, he thinks you might just be chatting with friends and that maybe you hadn't even come with your boyfriend after all. But then a guy much taller than you slings an arm around your shoulders and pulls you into his side in an unmistakably possessive gesture and suddenly Taesan's heart hurts for a different reason completely.
"Fuck." He chokes. His stomach twists, fighting nausea, and he grips his shirt for a second thinking he might actually throw up this time. "Woah, woah. You okay?" Leehan moves forward but Taesan waves him off, his eyes still boring daggers at that thing beside you. "Just fine." He grunts, his voice sounding strained. But he straightens, his eyes never leaving you.
"Maybe we should just go…"
"No." He spits. "Are you crazy?" He shakes his head, the action resolute enough to make Leehan flinch.
Taesan came here with a plan: To get you back. He came here with knowing there was going to be a man on your hip (a leech, rather), and seeing it now, standing before him in the flesh makes him only want to clamp his jaw down and dig his canines in deep enough to rip every last flicker of hesitation to shreds.
Boyfriend or not, it's not stopping anything.
Taesan will have you again.
His gaze hardens with resolve, ignoring the apprehensive ache low in his gut. He shakes his head, willing the doubt away and takes a deep breath. "I'm going."
"W-well…" Leehan relents quietly, knowing there's no stopping him when he gets like this. "I'll be here, I guess…"
Taesan shoves the glass door open, the hinge groaning with the movement. He stalks his way over toward you, so tunnel visioned that he pushes past body after drunken body, nearly sending them flying across the room, and he doesn't seem to hear or care about the numerous guys much bigger than him slurring threats and shooting lazy glares.
You don't notice him until he's standing right before you, and even then you blink a few times until your face drains completely of its color.
"Y/n."
YOUR FRIEND Yunjin doesn't give you even a second to step through the door before she's pulling you not too ceremoniously by the arm into the sea of bodies, throwing winks and (supposedly friendly) heated glances over her shoulder after taking in your outfit.
You feel confident tonight. Your skirt tickles where it brushes your upper thighs, your shirt fitting you tight enough that you had to convince Sunghoon to let you wear it, your face beat to a full glam. You haven't been out in months, but months feel like years when they're full of never-ending lectures and failed tests. It's safe to say you're here to relax, whatever that may look like. And if that means drink until your kidneys feel physically sore, then so be it.
"Damn, ma." Yunjin whistles, stopping by the kitchen to slosh a red cup in your hands, and you take a sip without even bothering to ask what's inside. "You dress up nicely. As always."
"Ah," You blush, waving her off with a laugh, letting your shoulders relax. "You're too kind. Hoon asked me to wear the fishnets, so you should be thanking him—"
"Damn right." Sunghoon interjects from behind, slinging his arm over your shoulders. You roll your eyes at his smug tone, a smile pulling at your glossed lips. "She looks amazing because of me."
You raise your eyebrow, leaning back into his warmth. "You're implying I only look good because of you?" Yunjin whistles lowly, her eyebrows playfully raised. "Yikes, Sunghoon. Can't help you there."
"Ah," Dramatically, Sunghoon places a hand over his chest, spinning you around to meet his emphasized look of apology. "My baby. My sweet, sweet angel. You are always so beautiful, you know that. So sexy. You do it all on your own." He leans in, his breath already smelling faintly of beer. "Forgive me?" He smiles that same toothy thing, and pecks your lips, quick yet sweet.
Yunjin gags from the side, her face a mask of disgust but her eyes shine at your smile. "Ew, get a room."
"Alright, buddy." You laugh, patting his chest. "You're off the hook, just this once." He smiles once more, warmly and full of affection before kissing your forehead.
"Awe… You guys are so sweet I think you're giving me a toothache…" Yunjin mumbles half heartedly into her cup. "Somebody's gotta set the standard." Sunghoon's grin widens, the smugness in his tone earning an unimpressed look from Yunjin.
Yunjin leans against the counter, eyeing you both as she speaks around big gulps of whatever the fuck is in her cup. "I mean… Lowkey, yeah." She goes, almost thoughtful. "I feel like everyone's a dick nowadays. Every guy, I mean. Like a super asshole with anger issue problems or just annoyingly nonchalant." She groans, throwing her head back. "You have no idea— No idea how tough this dating pool has been recently." She peeks an eye open and smiles at you.
"You got lucky." She reaches out and squeezes your hand, throwing you a wink. You hate the way her words made you think, how they made your chest feel. You lean back into your boyfriend's warmth that is always there, just for you, and you take a sip.
"Yeah…" You clear your throat, gulping down alcohol and other things.
"Yeah, well." Sunghoon starts, softer this time, his voice rumbling against your back. "It's not hard to love my girlfriend." He spins you around once more, a crooked smile on his plump, beer-wet lips. "At all." He leans down and kisses you again, and it might be the alcohol but it's sweeter this time, lasts a little longer too.
"Okay, okay." You snort, breaking the kiss. "Let's chill out before we give Yunjin a heart attack."
"Too late." Yunjin, in all her tipsy theatrics, backs away, gripping her chest. "I think I'm gonna die. Properly. I need an out… Where the heck is Saki?" She gives you a playful wink before trailing off quickly, making you wonder why she'd dragged you over here in the first place but she's cute enough to let you shrug it off, turning your smile back toward your boyfriend.
Sunghoon is still looking down at you, his eyes soft in a way that he saves for you only. "I was thinking," He starts softly, pulling you closer by the waist. "After this party, we could—" He cuts himself off, his eyes catching on something behind you that's shocking enough to make him gasp. "YO! Heeseung?! I never thought you'd show up, man!" Distracted easily, Sunghoon lets go of your waist, your skin suddenly feeling cold where he had held it. He pulls Heeseung in, clapping him on his back, his smile bright and friendly as he easily gets lost in conversation.
You sigh, the sting hitting its mark but you try not to think much of it. Your eyes scan through the crowd of body's in hopes of finding wherever Yunjin had run off to, but it's far too crowded to really even decipher who you're looking at. You slowly fill your lungs with a deep breath, your lips pressed against your cup with a sip that makes your face pull in dramatically, but alas, the nastier, the stronger.
You mumble into your cup, your foot tapping rhythmically to the trashy music.
"Where is sh—"
There isn't really any word to describe how your entire body jolted the way it did just now. It feels like you just tried to swallow something large and dry, your throat closing in on itself. Your heart may as well had just dropped to your ass and honestly you have to blink a couple times to make sure you're not fucking hallucinating.
Because surely your ex boyfriend isn't standing in front of you like you hadn't banished him from existence months ago(at least in your mind.) Surely not.
"Y/n." His voice is painfully familiar, making your chest ache in a way you thought you'd let go of months ago. But the sight of him is even worse.
"Dongmin…?" Your voice shakes the same way your hands do, and it's a little bit embarrassing to admit the affect he has on you when he's only so much as said your name.
The corner of his mouth twitches faintly at his name only so rarely used by you, but the more you look at him, the sadder he seems. His eyes are dark, holding yours without so much as even blinking, and for a second it almost feels like they're only seeing you.
Behind you, Sunghoon sees Heeseung off into the crowd before slinging an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. "Oh! You are…?" He eyes Taesan but not warily, no. Not in the slightest. His eyes hold no grudge, no caution, just a mild curiosity.
Because you hadn't even bothered telling him about Taesan.
Taesan flashes his canines at Sunghoon with a smile and you'd believe it was almost friendly if it weren't for the tightness around his eyes or the tension in his jaw that seemingly only you could recognize. "Taesan." He nods, dragging his hand out of his pocket to point a lazy index at you. "In her Lit class."
"Oh." Sunghoon raises his eyebrows, looking at you. "Is that so? Well, it's nice to meet you. I'm Sunghoon." He returns his smile, though his is a bit more genuine and a whole lot more oblivious. He looks like he's going to say more before he startles you with a gasp, his voice booming through the party. "YO! JUNGWON?! NO FUCKING WAY!" And before you can whisper a threat in his ear to stay, he pecks your cheek with a 'be right back' and heads off to whoever the hell Jungwon is. Well, fuck.
"Right." You clear your throat, adjusting your skirt that absolutely does not need to be adjusted, carefully avoiding eye contact with the devil that has taken human form in front of you.
Taesan's eyebrow lifts, arching high on his features. He smirks amusedly, his eyes dancing with something that makes your stomach twist, which is 'Damn, he left you just like that?'
"Well, that's a shame." He comments, not sounding at all disappointed. You scowl, wondering if he can sense how fast your heart is beating beneath your ribs.
"You're not in my fucking class." You correct.
"You didn't seem to care to correct me just a second ago." He retorts, that smirk still snug on his lips.
Your scowl deepens, digging into your cheek hard enough that you're shocked it isn't stuck that way. The initial shock of seeing him quickly gave way to an irritable guardedness because, well, he always knows just how to push you, doesn't he?
You almost don't even care to respond to him. Almost. But you've never been the type to let anyone, especially him of all people, have the last word. So you take a deep breath and smile the fakest thing you could conjure, so saccharine that you're surprised your teeth don't rot right out of their sockets, and simply say "Ok."
He blinks for a moment. "You should go away." You add with the cadence of a child, already turning on your heel and toward the menacing punch bowl on the counter. "Or die for that matter."
He doesnt even bother stifling his snort at that, ignoring your demand to fuck off and quickly trailing you, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. You pour yourself more mystery liquid, trying to ignore the way you can feel the heat of him right against your back even though he's not touching you.
"Really? Die?" His breath is warm where it hits the back of your neck, and you pray he doesn't notice the way you tense your entire body to stifle a shiver at his mere proximity. "After all of this time, you're still this bitter?"
You crane your neck back and look up to the ceiling, trying to find any last semblance of patience you still have in you before you respond to this asshole. You close your eyes and take a long, slow breath, and when you release it, you repeat these words to yourself:
'I'm too sexy for this, I'm too sexy for this, I'm too sexy for this, I'm too sexy for this…'
Ah, much better. You resume, carefully pouring more juice into your cup with a calm, collected (though slightly strained) smile. "Bitter? Nah. Nooo. Not bitter. Me? Bitter?" You laugh a little too loudly. "Nooo."
You grip your cup a little too tightly, the plastic crinkling underneath your palm, and you take a large gulp, relishing in the sting. You don't stop after just one sip because where's the fun in that? You don't even stop when your body threatens to reject the poison with a gag. You just chug and chug until the ache in your chest subsides and your cup is finally left empty again.
Taesan's expression remains completely blank as he watches you, but he releases a sharp breath through his nose. "What the fuck are you doing?"
"What the fuck does it look like I'm fucking doing?" You turn your head to shoot him a glare over your shoulder. "I'm drinking alcohol? At a fucking party? Dipshit?"
Something feathers in his cheek at that. "Real mature." He doesn't move to stop you but he almost looks like he wants to. He crosses his arms over his chest and takes a heavy step forward. "Put it down."
"Excuse me?" You huff out a laugh at his audacity. "You can fuck right off." And just to piss him off even more, you grab the ladle to pour yourself more alcohol that you know you aren't even going to drink.
You hear an exasperated sigh behind you. "You're so..."
"So what?" You slowly turn to face him, the newly filled cup cradled between your still shaky hands. His eyes flit to them for a second before meeting yours, still impenetrable, still a little sad. "Why do you care if I'm drinking at a party, asshole?"
His jaw tightens. "I think you should care. You shouldn't be sloppy. I'm just looking out for you, making sure you don't embarrass yourself." Your expression hardens, not missing that mocking edge you know so well. "Excuse me? I don't need your fucking help, thank you." You push yourself off of the counter and point a finger right at his chest. "Why're you even here, hm? You don't fucking party. I used to have to beg you to come to parties with me when we were—"
You catch yourself, snatching your finger back as if burned. You're shocked that you'd even almost slipped up like that, your heart beating wildly against your ribs but Taesan doesn't even flinch. His face is flat, impassive as ever, but you don't miss that little tilt on his lips that suggests he's amused by you.
He opens his mouth to speak but your glare cuts him right off, his smirk widening. "Don't."
"Wasn't gonna say anything." He claims, his posture a little looser. "Just… I think it's a little funny."
With a huff, "What's funny?"
"That you're getting so worked up over that. Over saying we used to date, really? Is it that big of a deal?" He steps closer, his voice lowering to a mocking drawl. "Because we did date. And if you were so stable in your relationship then you wouldn't care to pretend to hate it so much."
Your mouth bobs like a fish out of water.
"Which, you didn't even tell him about me, did you? He didn't even know a Taesan existed at our university. Why's that?" Your free hand clenches and unclenches at your side, the other like a vice around your cup, the liquid threatening to spill from how badly you're shaking. But no matter how hard you try to speak, try to shut him up, nothing comes out.
As if using his proximity as a weapon he bends at the waist to whisper right in your ear, and you shiver where his breath ghosts your neck, absolutely hating the way your body responds to him so easily. "I know you still think about me."
Your heart flutters wildly like a frightened thing, but traitorously, your feet stay in place. For a second, for just a moment, you want to kiss him, just to remember how it felt, just to reassure your brain that it was real once upon a time. But with a decisive shove, you recover quickly.
Panicked, your eyes scan the room to make sure no one noticed, flusteredly fixing your skirt. "What the hell was that?" You sound more shaken up than you'd like to admit. Your hands are shaking from anger and something much more, much hotter that you're wayyyy too sober to unpack right now.
Taesan doesn't seem affected in the slightest, and it pisses you off how he can always seem so collected when you're anything but. "Relax." His voice is quiet, softer than you've heard it tonight, and he even takes a step back, giving you some breathing room.
"See? Worked up over nothing." His words are a jab, but his voice remains painfully gentle.
"Fuck. You." You glare, setting your drink down with more force than necessary. "I have a fucking boyfriend, and you just—" You cut yourself off, closing your eyes like it could calm you down. "You are so fucking weird for that, you're lucky I don't kill you on the spot. Maybe I didn't tell him about you cause you're fucking irrelevant."
When he doesn't respond, you open your eyes. He's already looking at you with that same unreadable expression that somehow feels like it says more than any of his words ever could, and for some unspoken reason you just can't bare to meet it.
You can feel it like heat on your skin. His eyes, boring into you with that same impenetrable stare, and even if it's flat, it's knowing, and you hate to think that whatever he's thinking about you is probably right because he knows you. He sees right through your attitude and your remarks, right down to the way you keep avoiding eye contact, how you keep adjusting a skirt that sits perfectly without the help, how you're flushed even though you'd rather die than admit it and how your pulse is hammering against the skin right at the base of your neck like you're more affected than you'd like to let on.
You don't want to think about it.
You somehow find your voice, managing to speak over the lump in your throat. "I need to find Sunghoon. You know, my boyfriend." But before your body could even compute that it's supposed to be anywhere else, in front of anyone else, Taesan places himself firmly in between you and your chance at escaping.
"Y/n. Wait."
You're not really sure why you don't shove past him. Maybe it's because you think that for a second he might say something worth hearing out. "What?" You say, your voice tight and defensive, bracing for something you're too scared to admit you're anticipating.
Lowly, his voice a rough scrape, "You didn't deny it." He says, making you flinch at the accusation. Realization floods your features in an embarrassing wave before you could mask it, clumsily taking a step back only for your back to hit marble. Taesan follows you, backing you against the counter like an animal he's finally cornered. "I have a boyfriend." You repeat, but it comes out too quiet, too small, almost like you were saying it more to yourself than you were to him.
He doesn't respond for a moment, just watches your chest rise and fall with an intensity that makes your thighs clench together on their own. He's got so much power over you, pinning you with his eyes alone and it makes you want to rip the heart that feeds it right out of your own chest and crush it between your fingers.
"I can't stop thinking about you." He confesses quietly. He doesn't step closer, doesn't try to, just holds your gaze like he knows his words alone will be enough for you to come undone. "I don't know what you want me to do about that." You swallow, trying to sound more steady than you feel, trying to ignore how your heart feels like it's in your throat.
"You're telling me you don't think about us at all? Even a little?" He asks, and his voice sounds pained enough for you to hesitate on your next words. "Because I can't stop thinking about it, I—" He swallows, his gaze averted for a moment before it meets yours again, something desperate flickering in the depths of his dark eyes. "I can't get you out of my fucking head."
"Stop looking at me like that…" Taesan's gaze sharpens, becoming almost piercing. "Then deny it." He takes the last step forward and for some reason you don't pull away when he grabs your hands in his, his grip desperate but gentle like he's holding something precious. "Deny it, and I'll walk away. I'll leave you alone, I promise—"
"Just walk away now…" You plead.
"I can't. No." He shakes his head, the stubborn tilt of his lips so familiar it almost makes you smile.
"Taesan…" You're starting to get anxious now, aware anyone could see you in such a compromising position with your ex. "Sunghoon could see… You have to—"
"That's not an answer." He urges, his grip tightening but not rough. "Tell me. Tell me right now to fuck off, and I'll go. You know I will." Something aches in your chest then, a slow and throbbing pain, though you're unsure why. If your brain knows what the right course of action is, that you should shove him off and maybe spit in his face for good measure, then why doesn't your heart agree?
"I can't… You know I can't…" The words are fragile, almost like a surrender. Taesan's eyes soften, but there's a stubborn glint in them that refuses to budge. "I know, baby…" His touch gentling even further, Taesan speaks in a coo, his voice almost hypnotic. "I know you miss me. Stop denying it— Shh, shh.." He shushes you when you shake your head, a last attempt at trying to deny it. But there's a reminiscent ache sitting right behind your teeth like a cavity, persistent and impossible to ignore like its urging you to give in, to tell him exactly what he wants to hear.
"You're the worst…" You cave, feeling it more physically than metaphorically. "Of course I still think about you. Of course I miss you. All of the time."
There's a beat of silence.
If your eyes weren't closed while you focused on your breathing as to not physically recoil and punch yourself to death, you would've noticed how Taesan's expression sharpened with triumph.
"I know, I know…" Gentle words somehow seep through his wolfish grin, almost sickening in its ease. He rubs the pads of his thumbs over your knuckles ever so softly, though his eyes watch you with a smug satisfaction that would make your stomach twist with resentment if you knew.
"Open your eyes, baby." Taesan grips your chin between his index and thumb, and oblivious, you oblige. His expression is carefully neutral, almost soft, but the corner of his mouth twitches like he's fighting back a smile. "Of course you miss me. Why wouldn't you miss the way I used to love you, hm?"
Your proximity lessens as he leans in, his voice smoothing over to a hot, seductive whisper. "Remember how I used to make you feel? That one time I made you cum so hard you squirted on your roommates couch?" Heat slivers down your spine and pools low in your tummy as the memories come rushing in. He takes a deliberate step closer and presses his lips right against your ear. "Remember how your pussy used to hug me? So tight… I bet it doesn't hug him the way it used to hug me. I bet it can't."
He uses his sharp fangs to nip your ear, then your neck, and you can't help the way your thighs clench together, seeking pressure.
"Jesus— Taesan—" You gasp, not really showing much resistance at all. "You can't… Not here…" But your words betray the way you grab his (delicious) bicep and pull him almost imperceptibly closer.
It's not that you don't feel shame. Of course you feel shame, you feel guilt, you feel all of it. You especially feel hate toward the heat in your belly convincing you that he's right, that your boyfriend can't please you the way Taesan used to, but you can't deny that you've missed the way he used to fuck you the way he did, just right.
"Not here, then." He pries himself from your neck, his lips twitching at your whine. "Follow me, baby…" He whispers, tugging your hand gently toward the stairs in the living room.
You hesitate, only for a moment.
You can't pretend to ignore the desire of an ex fuck any longer. It's an ache that can be satiated by only him, his mouth, his hands, his cock— Him, and you're tired of pretending that the thought of being fucked by him at this party right now doesn't leave your cunt twitching in your panties.
You take his hand with an eagerness that will make you rip your heart out tomorrow, and follow him as he leads you through the crowd and to the staircase. You keep your head down without caring to look behind you but if you had, you would've noticed how Sunghoon's gaze was already on your retreating back, eyes glued to your hand in his, that sinister smirk planted on the culprits lips.
"Right up here," He murmurs secretly over his shoulder. "Where are we going?" You ask, hardly able to contain your growing excitement. He doesn't respond for a moment, just throws you a look that's all teeth.
"Dunno." He shrugs, tugging you up the stairs.
You snort, "You don't know?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to know? I ain't ever been here." You flinch slightly at his tone but you swallow it down, focusing on the creaking of each step under your weight to ground you.
"Okay, Mr. Sassy." You mutter.
At that, you hear a slight scoff, a tiny puff of air. But he seems to have caught himself because when you reach the top of the stairs, he turns around to pull you into his chest. "Sorry, baby." He grins widely, his fangs baring, and kisses you right on the nose. You roll your eyes but you lean right into him, choosing to shove it down with every other thing you'll hit yourself for in the morning.
He leads you down a hall, warily checking door after door. He twists each nob until one gives and the door creaks open slowly to reveal a bathroom.
"Alright, in you go." With a pat on your butt, he pushes you not too gently into the room. "You're eager." You comment, throwing him a tiny, sly smile over your shoulder. You brace your hands on the porcelain sink and stare at yourself in the mirror, taking in your dilated pupils and wide eyes. Taesan follows and locks the door, scoffing lightly. "For you? Maybe." He murmurs, that grin evident in the way he speaks to you. You hear his boots hit the floor with heavy steps until he falls into view right behind you in the mirror, his eyes finding yours through the reflection. "Been waiting all night for this. For you." His voice is low and intimate, sending shivers through your already sensitive, waiting nerves.
He takes a step forward, pressing his chest against your back and leans down to whisper hotly in your ear. "You look so damn good, but you can see that, can't you?" He nods toward the glass reflecting your flushed face back at you, his hand gruffly gripping your hip. "So fucking sexy. These fishnets… My God. You're trying to fucking kill me."
"You like them?" You bite your lip, trying your hardest to stifle a moan when he slides his palm up your side, grazing the area under your breasts. You arch back into him as his fingers find them, prodding at your flesh not too gently over your shirt. "Like them? Shit, baby… I love them. You know that."
His mouth finds your ear, your neck once more, teeth grazing not so lightly at the flesh waiting for him. He licks a long stripe from the base of your neck to your jaw, and bites down on your pulse point. "I'm gonna fucking… God, I wanna fucking ruin you." His voice vibrates through your skin, sending shockwaves of pure pleasure through your bones.
"Ruin me, then." You plead, your voice cracking on a whine when he chomps down on the junction of your neck. "Fuck— That—"
"Mhm." He muffles against your skin, his teeth digging in deeper. He keeps his head right there, shoved right against your neck, but his eyes find yours in the mirror. "I just wanna taste you. All of you. Wanna eat you alive, I swear to…" He shakes his head, his breathing already heavy. His words are drunk, sounding almost reverent, but there's a hint of something there, something dark and possessive that makes heat trickle down your spine and sit low in your cunt like a needy thing.
"Oh?" He smirks, noting the flush sitting high on your cheeks, the way your mouth falls open with chocked gasps every time his teeth graze your skin. "You like that, don't you? That I wanna eat you up." He kisses his way from the messy, used skin of your neck to your ear, his hand reluctantly leaving the swell of your breast to lightly skim your pulse on either side of your throat. He squeezes your throat with a light, teasing pressure that makes your knees buckle from under you. With a low chuckle, he catches you with a firm shove of his knee between your legs. "Seriously? You can't even fucking stand? Look at you." He taunts, his voice fucking thick with condescension and pleasure. "Bet you're soaked in your little fucking skirt right now, aren't you?" He teases, his eyes still holding yours, still intense in a way that wouldn't let you look away even if you tired.
You shake your head slowly, still trying to find any semblance of control you have in you. You find your voice even if your throat is tight, even if you're shaking so bad you can hardly keep yourself up. "No… I—"
"No?" His tone is a deliberate high-pitched drawl, echoing your desperation back at you. "No? But you're shaking so much… Are you sure?" He patronizes, his hand around your throat tightening just slightly, just enough to make you squirm.
You shake your head in a last dying, stubborn retort, earning a rougher squeeze from his hand. You choke on a moan, your back arching, hands batting helplessly at the one around your neck. "Fuck— Taesan—"
"Dongmin." He interrupts your gasps, his hand never relenting its pressure. His free hand skims low on the skin just beneath your skirt, and just as lowly, he speaks. "I like it when you call me Dongmin."
Your eyes roll back into your skull, your body arching into the pressure, trembling under each one of his hands as he works your body with a firm, knowing pressure. Your hands fall to the sink, gripping the cool porcelain in an attempt to ground you but it's too much. His hand around your neck tightens until your vision blurs just slightly around the edges, the other one skimming higher on your thigh until it finally reaches the damp fabric of your underwear.
You both share a groan, one of pleasure, one of pain. Your cunt jumps at the contact, twitching against his index as he, with a low moan, drags the pad of it up and down your slit through your underwear. "Fucking shit… You're so fucking wet you're soaking yourself through your underwear. Are you fucking serious?" He turns his head with a pointed look to your flushed side profile, not missing the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes or the way your mouth hangs open in a silent gasp with every pass of his finger.
Weakly, your hips move against his finger, trying to match its rhythm. Taesan, in all his cruel smugness, can't even help but hold back a laugh at the sight of you so easily undone by a simple touch. "My God, baby. Just… Just stop it. You look fucking ridiculous." He snickers.
"S-shut up…" You gasp, your throat bobbing against his palm with every ragged breath. "Hm? What's that?" His grin becomes wider, almost wolfish in its cruelness, his tone sardonic. "Can't fucking speak? Huh? You can't speak, you can't stand… What can you do?"
You make a noise, something in between a sob and a moan, not even caring enough to back yourself up because, well… Shrug!
He huffs a derisive laugh that makes your skin crawl. "Jesus Christ." He chuckles, almost disbelieving. "I fucking missed you. You were always so good at just taking it, weren't you?" His finger stills its rubbing motion just to tease you with light, pointed, flicks to your clothed clit that make you jolt.
"T— Dongmin… Fuck…" Your body convulses, twitching with every quick, probing flick over the sensitive bud. He watches you squirm for a long moment, his other hand on your neck keeping that same delicious pressure until you flush a deep red, your hips bucking. Then, with a mean, decisive motion, he releases the pressure on your pussy with one last sharp, stinging pinch to your clit that makes you cry out. His hand on your neck eases up the pressure just enough for you to gasp for air, and his knee leaves its stabilizing pressure between your legs causing you to lean your entire weight against the sink on heavy, unsteady legs.
You brace your hands on the porcelain, catching your breath with large, ragged breaths. Taesan just watches you, his hand still resting loosely around your neck like a chain, keeping you grounded to him. "Breathe, baby." He comforts, his other hand rubbing small, soothing circles on your arm. "You took that so well… You're such a good fucking girl."
Your shoulders rise and expand with every inhale, and eventually your breathing steadies enough for you to shoot him a half-hearted glare through the mirror.
"Asshole." You mutter, and his hand tightens just slightly around your neck in response.
"Yeah? What else am I?" He asks with a snort, sounding far too pleased with your insult. Your lips curl despite yourself, though you try your best to hide it by lowering your head. But he catches it, his mouth opening before you quickly cut him off. "Are you gonna actually, like, fuck me or something? What was even that? 'Oh, let me flick your clit a few times over your underwear while I choke you until you nearly pass out. Love you, baby.'" You top it off with an obnoxious kissy face directed at him in the mirror, your giggle echoing off the walls.
Taesan's face falls instantly, any hint of amusement quickly shuttered by a mask of pure irritation. He drops his hand from your neck and grips your arm with a little too much pressure, and spins you to face him. "Oh, you're complaining now, are you?" He pulls you closer, nearly shoving his forehead against yours. "But just a second ago you were so fucking needy, grinding your pussy pathetically against my finger that was 'just flicking it over your underwear.'" He gestures quotations in irritable flicks with his free hand, his other one still keeping a biting pressure in the fat of your bicep, his nails digging in.
You swallow, trying to convince yourself to be resentful towards the aggression he's showing that you know so well. But anticipation spreads across your skin like heat on your body, feeling anything but the resentment you feign.
He stares at you for a moment, his expression drawn in with hard, irritable lines. Then, like the mood-swinging psychopath he is, he smirks. "You're so fucking annoying." He snorts.
"Ditto." You retort, your voice a little shaky. "Yeah?" He starts backing you toward the bathroom door, his tall frame looming over you. "I don't think you'll be saying that in a second. I don't think you'll be saying much of anything at all, actually." Your back hits the wooden door, and he leans down, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
"Oh, yeah?" You goad. "And why's that?"
He grips the back of your neck and pulls you into a rough, biting kiss that you immediately fall in to. Your lips move against one another with a familiarity that makes your knees weak, but his other hand grips your hip hard enough to keep you upright. His teeth clash into yours, his tongue catching on each pearly stone with a possessive lick before it delves deeper into your gums, lapping at your spit like a man starved.
After a while he pulls back, leaving you slightly breathless. "Cause I think you're gonna feel too good to talk. Or think, for that matter." And with that, he drops to his knees, looking up at you through his dark lashes. Your breath audibly hitches, anticipation pooling low in your tummy. He grips your leg with a large hand and leans in, his eyes locked on yours, and licks a long, slow stripe up your thigh over your fishnets, his tongue catching on the material.
You shiver, feeling his spit cool over your feverish skin. "Dongmin— Fuck—" As his tongue trails higher, his nose skims the edge of your skirt before he pushes it up with his free hand. "Think your boyfriend will mind if your fishnets've got random tears in them?" He smirks against your skin, and before you can respond to him he digs his fingers through the holes and rips them open right at the crotch.
You gasp and whine, "Um, I mind?" But your whine quickly turns into a shuddering moan as he shoves his nose right against your still clothed pussy, just breathing you in like he's missed the scent of you all those months away. "I'll buy you more…" He muffles against your cunt, his hands gripping your hips just to nuzzle his nose more firmly against your clit. "I'll buy you anything you want. Spoil you rotten." He promises over wet kisses and licks to your core that make you gasp and buck your hips, your hands grabbing at his hair for purchase.
"Is that what you want? To be a spoiled fucking brat?" He pulls back with a nip to your thigh, just enough to look at you. His thumb replaces his mouth, rubbing smooth, tight circles over your clit.
"Take them offfff." You whine.
"Take what off?" He smirks.
"My underwearrrrrrr." Your voice rings off the walls, almost petulant in a way Taesan can only laugh at. "You're so fucking needy." He'll say, but he'll slide your panties to the side just as quick.
The cool air hits your heated skin for just a moment before you feel his breath ghost over your folds. "Tell me you want it." He teases, blowing cool air against you just to see you jolt. You grit your teeth, your patience thinning. "Are you on your knees for no fucking reason? Eat it, asshole!"
He glares up at you. "Watch your fucking mouth." But he wastes no time in spreading you with his thumbs and dragging his tongue along your folds with a long lick from your entrance to your clit. He closes his eyes for a moment and shudders beneath you as the taste of you coats his tongue, his irritation seemingly gone just like that.
"Holy shit." He groans against your cunt, making you clench around air. "You taste the fucking same. Just as good as I fucking remembered. Fuck." His tongue darts out for another long, slow lick that has you arching against the door.
"Ah… Yes…" You whimper, your fingers tightening in their place against his hair. "That feels… Yes, like that!"
He finally relents the slow pace with a few pointed flicks to your clit before sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking rapidly over the bud. Your legs shake around his head, hips grinding down onto his mouth as you relish in the pleasure you've missed so much.
"Taesan— Oh my God—"
"Dongmin." He corrects through quick licks and sucks. You don't even really seem to hear him, your head thrown back against the wall, your mouth hung open and spilling whimpers and moans that are definitely a little too loud.
"Yes— Suck— Just like that!" He obliges, a groan against your cunt being his only response to every moan you spew, and it only makes you moan more, even louder so. He pulls back, his face glossed in a fine sheen of your arousal, lips swollen. "You like that? Like it when I suck like that?"
You don't respond, a whimper escaping your lips as you try and shove his face back toward your sopping cunt. His head doesn't move, he just looks up at you with an infuriating smirk as he watches you struggle, so you tighten your grip in his strands and tug him forward, making him suck in through his teeth.
"Ah. Ease up on that fucking tugging." He groans, his tongue darting out to lick you slowly with a low, obnoxious slurping sound, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Oh— Taesan—"
"Oh, Taesan~" He mocks you, and before your brain could even compute what had just happened, his hand slivers up your thigh until he reaches your pussy, and he shoves two fingers into you without so much as a warning, digging them into that sweet spot deep inside you just to pull them out just as fast and shove them past your fucking lips.
You moan and gag, spit pooling around his digits. "I thought I fucking told you to call me Dongmin." He bites out, his teeth grazing your clit just as meanly. "If you're not gonna listen, don't fucking speak at all." And then he resumes, his tongue lapping over you with an intensity that makes your eyes roll back and your head hit the door.
You moan around his fingers, trying not to throw up as he starts fucking them into the back of your throat at the same pace as his licking, but you're still in fucking bliss. You bob your head just to test your limits, sucking off his fingers like it could fucking pleasure him, your tongue flicking against the skin. He doesn't let up on his licking below, and actually it gets quicker and more intense, groans slipping from behind his wet lips at the feel of your throat opening up so easily for him. "That's it, baby…" He moans between licks. "So fucking good, holy shit. Sucking 'em off like my fucking cock."
Your knees shake, threatening to buckle and you're so blissed about on his tongue that you don't even seem to comprehend that he, with his free hand, hooked your leg over his shoulder so he could steady you or delve deeper, maybe both, it's unknown. But he uses the new positioning to his advantage, his tongue sliding between your folds with a newfound ease until it finds your entrance and dips inside, his thumb circling your clit with tight circles as his tongue fucks a slow, steady pace inside of you.
You can feel heat coiling in your belly, your hips twitching against his mouth which only seems to spur him on, his movements becoming more purposeful as he feels you start to tighten around his tongue. His thumb quickens in pace with the wet muscle, licking and flicking in ways only he could, in ways only he knows how, until you can't hold on anymore.
Your body locks up, a fine tremor running through your bones as the first wave of pleasure rolls through you. You moan around his fingers that have stilled, his tongue and thumb the only things working you as he focuses solely on tasting your cum, on licking up everything you have to offer. Pleasure courses through your veins, your body convulsing uncontrollably as you shamelessly grind down onto his mouth until your hips twitch back with oversensitivity, your hands weakly batting at his hair.
You whimper around his fingers when he doesn't let up, licking you through your oversensitivity like a cruel, starved man just to taste you. Eventually he relents, pulling back with a smug, satisfied look on his wet face, slowly pulling his fingers from your lips with a soft wet sound. "Good?" He asks you from his knees, his eyes studying your flushed, fucked-out expression.
A weak nod is all you can manage, hardly even nodding at all, your chest heaving as you try and catch your breath. He gently unhooks your leg from his shoulder and slowly rises to his feet, forcing you to stand on unsteady legs. He stands to his full, intimidating height, and grips your chin between his index and thumb to bring you to his lips and kiss you slowly, more deeply than before, just to make you taste yourself on his tongue.
You moan into it, his spit tasting faintly of your sweet saltiness. Your lips and tongues slide against each other for a long, quiet moment, you guys kissing being the only time there's ever really any silence between the two of you. But they move like it's your own language, like the silence between you means just as much as any word would.
After another long, drawn out moment, Taesan pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his breathing a bit uneven. "You didn't answer me." He murmurs, his thumb swiping lightly over your bottom lip. "Hm?" You hum, still hardly able to keep yourself up if it weren't for his weight pinning you to the door. "I asked you… Was it good?"
Your brows furrow as you process the question for a moment. Then, with a huff that's half-laugh, half-whimper, you nod. "Good? I think I just saw God."
He studies you for a moment, then a slow, lazy smirk curls on his lips. "Good." He says, then just as quickly, "But I'm not done with you just yet." He bends slightly to pick you up from under your thighs, and you yelp before slinging your arms around his neck. He carries you the short distance to the sink and sets you down on the cool porcelain before standing between your legs, his hands on your hips.
You look up at him with a newfound arousal, even if your legs are still shaking. "Hm? Something you want?" He questions, his voice rough in a way that exposes his mutual need. You nod slowly, batting your pretty lashes up at him. "Mhm… Want your—"
The moment is paused by a loud bang on the door followed by four other ones, a muffled, exasperated voice calling from the other side. "HEY! SOMEONE IN THERE? I GOTTA PISS, MAN! HURRY UP!"
Taesan's expression pulls in, his body stiffening with immediate irritation. He doesn't even look from you as he yells back, his voice tight. "Fuck off! Find another bathroom, you dickhead!"
A moment of silence, then the sound of audible grumbling and retreating footsteps follow. Taesan releases a sharp breath through his nose, shaking his head. "Un-fucking-believable."
"I don't care." You urge, tugging him forward by his shirt. "Just fuck meee." You plead.
Taesan's lips curl with immediate interest, his irritation quickly forgotten. He leans into your tug and braces a hand on he sink, the other still snug on your hip. "Yeah? Fuck you?"
He slides his hand from your hip to your side, pressing into the soft flesh there. He pokes you on the side just to see you squirm and bat his hand away. "You want me to fuck you here? Right on this sink? You're that dirty?" He grins, not relenting his poking. You giggle and bat his hand away half-heartedly.
"Dongminnnn! Yes!" His grin widens. "Thought so. Wasn't sure." Satisfied, he finally quits the poking and rubs your side. He pulls you closer and kisses you again, deep and messy, his thumb pressing into your stomach. "Mmph…" He groans, reluctantly pulling back from your soft lips. "You taste so fucking good. Everywhere." He kisses you again, a quick peck, then licks his lips and throws his head back with a groan. "God. I've missed the way you tasted so fucking much."
"Yeah, yeah." You wrap your arms around his neck again, pulling him even closer. He slides between your legs perfectly, fitting like a puzzle piece. Your underwear still pushed aside, he grips your hips with his hands and slowly grinds against your bare, sensitive clit. You jolt, twitching at the rough material of his jeans.
"Ah…" You grind back, bucking your hips up to match his rhythm.
His teeth flash lazily, a smug expression splitting his face as he looks down at you. "Grinding yourself on my fucking jeans? You're gonna get 'em all wet, baby." His hands slide from your hips to the soft flesh of your ass, lifting you gently off the porcelain to help your grinding. He groans, biting his lip as he looks down at where your bodies are touching, the growing hardness in his jeans unmistakable.
"Fuck… Do you feel how fucking hard I am for you?" You whimper, trying to set a more demanding pace but Taesan sets you back down and puts his hands on your hips to still you. He takes one of your shaky hands in his and guides it to the obvious tent in his pants.
He guides your hand to rub firmly up and down his length, his huge hand swallowing yours in a way that makes your size kink tremble. He groans, his hips moving against your palm. "Feel it, baby? Feel how much I fucking need you?" You nod eagerly, biting your lip, your eyes glued to his cock straining his jeans.
"Needy girl." He purrs. "You wanna see it?"
"Yes." You don't miss a beat. His smirk widens, he rubs your hand against him a few more times before dropping it and taking a step back. "Go ahead." He nods, his hands falling limp at his sides. Eagerly, you waste no time in fumbling with his belt (like, actually fumbling… he had to help you…), then his button, the sound of the zipper stark against quiet, anticipating breaths. Eventually, you get them loose enough to fall at his feet, and he kicks them away without looking from you.
He stands before you in just his boxers which are very obviously strained, the outline of him no secret. You clench around air, just remembering the sight of him, anticipation building in your gut like nausea. With a bat of your lashes, he nods, and you immediately pull them down to reveal him. The band catches on the tip slightly before springing free and holy fucking shit.
Long, pale skin stretched over a girth so fucking thick his skin is almost transparent, playing his veins on full display in a way that leaves your pussy clenching involuntary with a wild sort of apprehension, just remembering the stretch. The shaft is flushed red, but the tip is a deep purplish color that almost looks painful, the fat head drooling and sticky just for you.
You swallow for a moment, just taking him in, his cock visibly throbbing under your scrutiny. "Still like it?" His voice is a low, seductive whisper that sends chills right down your spine. "Mhm…" You nod, your eyes still on his cock.
"How rude." He reaches out and slaps your thigh lightly. "Where are your manners? My eyes are up here." He teases and grips your chin to pry your gaze away. Your eyes follow, reluctantly leaving his cock to meet his dark, unwavering gaze. He steps closer, sliding easily between your legs once more, and he leans down to whisper in your ear.
"I bet Sunghoon isn't this big."
Wellllllllllll…. Shrug!
"What? No. He's bigger." You (really fucking) lie. Taesan freezes for a moment, going completely still. His fingers on your chin tighten just slightly, and you have to try your best to hide a smirk at his obvious, growing irritation.
His face pulls in, showing you that expression you know so well. "What did you just say?" He spits.
"I saidddddd he's biggerrrrrr." You double down, the amusement in your voice obvious to you but it clearly flies right over his head. He snatches his hand away from your chin and pulls you closer on the sink. He grumbles under his breath as he spreads your thighs just enough to rip your fishnets and underwear down with quick, agitated movements, making sure to keep your skirt on.
"Bigger… Than me. Yeah, right." He huffs, and it's honestly cute enough that you let a giggle slip free. His eyes shoot up to yours, narrowing even further. "Something funny?"
"What? No. Noo." You shake your head quickly, a small, stubborn smile tugging at your lips.
He stares at you for a moment, irritation evident in every line of his body. Then, he smirks. "That's okay." He says simply. "You won't be laughing in just a moment." Your smile vanishes, any amusement quickly replaced by a growing, heated anticipation. You bite your lip and lift your hips toward him impatiently.
"Eager, are we?" He grins, slowly stroking his cock from base to tip. "You want it that bad?" You nod, feeling impatient enough to whine. He presses the blunt head of him right against you, but he doesn't push in, not yet. "Say I'm bigger than him. Admit it, and I'll fuck you."
You gasp, unbelieving of his nerve. But somehow, even in such a state, there's still a bratty itch in you that has yet to be satiated. You bat your lashes up at him, and with a defiant little pout, you say "Why would I lie?"
Taesan scowls so deep you think for a second that he might actually leave you there. But then he smirks a cruel, spine-shivering thing, and presses the head of him harder against you.
Your pussy flutters wildly around his tip, the sting making your face pull in with a sharp wince before you could stifle it. Taesan's smirk only widens, the answer to his question evident in the way you're struggling to take him right now. "Yeah, right." He snorts, and even though it's pointed, it's obvious that he can't wait any longer.
"Should I even be nice to you? Should I even let your pussy loosen? Cause I kinda just wanna shove it in you n' make you cry." He studies your expression, your face drawn in with an indistinguishable mix of pleasure and pain. Your mouth hangs wide open as you focus on your breathing, brows furrowed, arms shaking where they're braced behind you on the sink… He can only fucking laugh at the sight.
Your eyes shoot up at the noise, offense written all over your lips. "Excuse me— Don't laugh at me! This fucking hurt— OW! SLOWER!" His laugh only seems to amplify, spurred on by your ridiculous expression. "Why the fuck should I go slower? Huh? Huh?" He badgers, trying to bait a reaction out of you. "Hm? Answer me. Why should I?" He doesn't stop sliding his fat length into you, the girth making you whine and kick your legs and he only smiles more, his laugh ringing off the walls.
"Maybe now you'll learn not to fucking push me." With brutal force, he shoves the rest of his length all the way in to your struggling, fluttering pussy.
"AH— SHIT! YOU ASSHOLE!" You scream, your back arched, nails biting into the sink behind you. Well… Deserved, you guess. He only smirks down at you as you squeeze your eyes shut, breathing heavy through your mouth as you try and relax your fucking pussy to accommodate to his length. You're so full, stretched to your absolute limit and it burns in the worst best way, his cock touching every surface area you have to give.
He stills at the hilt, letting you feel him throb deep inside you. He drops his head to your forehead, his breathing ragged despite himself. "Holy shit… You're fucking tighter than I remember…"
"You used to at least fucking finger me at first! Shit… You're such a fucking dick…" You whimper, pussy clamping down on him in a way that is completely involuntary.
Taesan pulls his hips back to leave you almost completely empty and gaping just to shove himself back inside in a mean thrust. "Don't lie to me, then. You're the fucking dick for that." He grits his teeth, fighting for control, fighting to not grip your hips and fuck into your so hard it leaves you crying.
"Ah… Oh my…" You whimper, throwing your head back. "Again…"
"Again?" He snorts, chest heaving. But he pulls back and thrusts into you again, harsh enough to leave your toes curling. "I thought it fucking hurt?" He starts a steady pace now, eyes glued to the way you look and as ridiculous as he finds it, he still thinks it's really sexy.
"Uhn! It feels… I don't know… Don't stop— Oh my God, don't fucking stop—" You moan, the stinging pain giving way to a deep pleasure that you feel low in your gut and down your legs.
"Hah.." He laughs, breathless yet full of a pointed amusement. "You like that? Hm?" You shake your head though the action holds no denial, your lip snug in between your teeth. You're so fucking soaked that you're dripping down your thighs and onto the sink. "Sounds like you do. Fucking looks like you do too."
He pounds into you quicker, his hips slapping against your thighs sharp enough to leave it stinging. Then, careful to catch your eye, he opens his mouth in a silent, dramatic moan just to mock you, throwing his head back. You immediately gasp in offense, a shaky hand darting out to slap his chest. "Hey!" You whine, voice breaking on a moan as he keeps that same relentless pace. "What? I ain't do nothing." He defends, his face quickly masked by his usual gruffness, but there's a mischievous glint in his eye.
Your eyes narrow, not missing the smugness underlying every thrust and pointed look. But your voice chokes on a moan before you could say anything more, your skin red hot under his hands as they slide from your waist to the fatty flesh of your ass again, lifting you up to meet every one of his punishing thrusts.
"Fuck…" He moans, his lip bitten in the same way yours is, teeth digging into your skin so deep it could draw blood. "You're so fucking tight…" He looks up at your moan, a satisfied curl on his lips.
"Right there! Holy— Right— THERE!"
"There you go, baby… You like it right there?" The muscles in his biceps flex as he lifts you higher just to shove himself deeper inside your sopping cunt, grunting after each thrust into your gummy walls. Your pussy massages him with every thrust in and out, and Taesan can't help but get lost in the sensation, his thrusts becoming almost frantic.
"This what you needed?" He grunts over sloppy thrusts and your loud, uncontrollable moans. "To be fucked stupid on my fucking cock while your boyfriend is out there probably wondering where the hell you are?"
He shifts slightly, angling his hips to hit that spot deep inside you with unerring accuracy. Your back arches into a perfect arch as a sharp cry escapes your lips, your pussy fluttering helplessly around his cock. "FUCK— Dongmin! So good!" You moan out, no room in your mushy brain to care about volume or decorum.
"I asked you a fucking question." He growls, his hips slamming into you hard enough to force guttural noises out of you on impact.
"Dongmin— I—" You choke on your own spit, your eyes watery. "It feels like I'm gonna fucking piss—"
"Oh, yeah?" His voice is thick with pleasure, focusing on the angle that makes you uncontrollably clench and tremble around him. "You gonna fucking cum? Gonna cum on my cock? Yeah?" He slurs, one hand sliding gruffly from you ass to rub your clit in frantic, matching circles.
Just when you're there, teetering right on the fucking edge, he pulls out.
"NO—" You gasp, eyes wide. Taesan pulls you off of the sink and spins you around to face the mirror, bending you over the porcelain. Your hips bite into the sink as you're forced to face yourself, your face streaked in tears, in drool, flushed with arousal and growing embarrassment. You try and look away but Taesan grips your jaw from behind, forcing you to meet your own gaze head on.
"Nah, you're gonna look at yourself when you fucking cum on my cock." And before you could say anything else, he slams into you in one brutal, filling thrust that steals the air from your lungs. He digs a hand into your scalp and yanks your head back, pushing down on your lower back to keep you bent in position. "Oh, that's it, babyyyy… Look at you… Look at that fucking face you're making."
Behind you, Taesan is a relentless machine, his cock pistoning in and out of you mercilessly. He contorts his face in deliberate, mocking lines again, throwing your fucked out expression right back at you. This time you have no room to retort, to hit his chest or whine. All you can do is stand there and fucking take it, feel the cool material bruise your hips and cool your palms.
"Can he make you look like this? Make you make these faces?" He laughs to himself, his grip on your hair tightening harshly enough to make tears prickle in the corners of your eyes. "Like, Jesus… You look a fucking mess."
He slides his hand from your back to your stomach, pulling you back against him to meet each of his thrusts. He leans in, his breath hot and heavy against your neck. "You're gonna fucking cum, aren't you? Gonna cum all over me, gonna make me feel it…. Shit, I can feel you tightening up on me, baby. That's it, just let go…"
His slams his hips against your ass harder, his thrusts losing all sort of rhythm as he chases his release and yours. You moan out, tears falling to stain your cheeks in more wet lines as you're just forced to watch yourself come undone in the mirror. He shifts the angle slightly, groaning at the way you clench around him when he hits that spot that makes you see stars.
You eyes roll back so far you swear you can see your brain. "Oh— Right thereeee!"
"Yeah? Right there? 'Oh, right thereeee'?" He drawls, a final mocking thing that is the last straw. Your entire body trembles then locks up, your legs cramping from the force of your orgasm. Pleasure rips through your veins, shooting white-hot pressure down your legs, your entire body convulsing uncontrollably under his relentless attention. He doesn't let up for a fucking second, fucking you through every wave of intense pleasure until you're squirming and even then he refuses to stop.
"That's it— Oh my, godddd… So good, baby… Holy— Gonna cum. I'm gonna fucking fill you up." His hips stutter as he feels you clench around him, his rhythm faltering as he gets closer and closer to his impending release. With a few more shallow, shaky thrusts, he stills deep inside of you, his entire body locking up as he cums with a long, drawn out moan.
You watch his face in the mirror as it contorts, this time with real pleasure. His mouth hung open in an 'o' shape, head thrown back and eyes white; you think it's the hottest thing you've ever fucking seen through your bleary eyes.
He stays buried inside of you for a long moment as you both come down from your highs, catching your breath. Then, with a wet sound, he pulls out, wincing at the oversensitivity. You stand there for a moment, not really breathing, not really thinking, just avoiding your face in the mirror as everything you've just done crashes down onto you all at once.
You just cheated on your boyfriend. With your toxic ex. At a fraternity party. That he attended. That he brought you to, actually.
"Oh, dear…" You mumble to yourself, rubbing your shaky, sweaty hands down your face, collecting makeup, spit and tears on your palms. Behind you, Taesan grabs his discarded jeans from the floor and rifles gruffly through the pockets, his movements sluggish and satisfied. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes, a neon green lighter, and lights himself one, leaning back against the wall with a heavy sigh.
He looks up at the ceiling, exhaling heavily through his nose. The smoke fills the cramped room, and you wave a hand in front of your face as you turn to him. "I thought you… Quit smoking?"
He doesn't really acknowledge you.
You adjust your skirt, still refusing to meet your own reflection. You pick up your ruined fishnets, clutching your underwear to your chest, really finding no reason to wear them anymore. You shake your head with a disbelieving, almost incredulous laugh.
Quietly, Taesan breaks his silence, his voice rough with satisfaction and tobacco. "You know you're mine now, right? You're not fucking going back to him."
Sigh.
It's a good thing you don't have your phone on you, because if you had, you would've gone legally insane.
-YOUR PHONE-
Missed Messages:
Yunjin: (sent 60 minutes ago)
-Wya?? I've been looking for you for the past ten minutes!
Yunjin: (sent 55 minutes ago)
-Hello???? Earth to Y/n?? Me n Sakura r tryna party!! wya girl??
Yunjin: (sent 40 minutes ago)
-GIRL??? Wya?? Why did Sunghoon just walk out of the party looking like he was gonna beat someone up???
Yunjin: (sent 37 minutes ago)
-Welp. Sunghoon just drove off without a glance back. R u two okay?? Is there smth u need to tell me? I'm getting worried…
⋮ ⌗ ┆subjects: spiderman bf! Kim Leehan x gf! reader
⋮ ⌗ ┆incident overview: You and Kim Leehan have known each other since high school, growing from close lovers into strangers divided by silence, secrets, and everything neither of you could say out loud. As distance slowly replaces what once felt certain, misunderstandings pile up and what you had begins to unravel beyond repair. And only when it’s too late does Leehan realise you were never something he was meant to lose.
⋮ ⌗ ┆agents note: heyyoo!! my first ever au fic!! I never wrote action scenes before so I apologize if it's not that good TT. although I had such a hard time writing this, I think it turned out really well in the end, p.s. see the linking of the ending to the start hehe!! if you guys want to see a part 2 continuation of this fic, do comment!! mwahmwah
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Flowers never realise that they’re dying when the season first begins to change.
The warning signs are always small, a colder breeze slips through an open window, sunlight arrives a little later each morning and petals lose colours one by one. Yet, the flowers continue blooming as if summer lasts forever. By the time they notice the chill in their roots, it’s already too late. Perhaps that is why people like flowers.
No one notices when a relationship begins to ‘wilt’. Not at first. The laughter still sounds the same, hands still fit perfectly together and ‘i love you’ still rolls of the tongue with practiced ease. But between yesterday and tomorrow, somewhere, something changed. And suddenly, the person who once felt like home becomes someone standing on the other side of an impossible distance. The cruelest part is that change rarely arrives all at once. It comes quietly.
Then one day you’ll look back at the garden you spent years tending, and realise
half the flowers have already fallen.
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You met leehan long before he got his spidey powers. Back then, he was just kim leehan, an awkward freshman who seemed to always have his nose buried in a book or newspaper. He was neither popular nor athletic and certainly not the kind of guy people fought to sit beside at lunch. Everyone overlooked him entirely. Except the bullies.
One afternoon, you watched a group of boys bump into him in the hallway. Newspapers slipping from his arm and scattering across the floor. One of them laughed, mocking his ‘collection’. Another crouched down beside him as if to help and for a moment, leehan looked hopeful. Then the boy ripped a page straight out of one of his notebooks. The group cackled with laughter. You expected leehan to yell, to get angry. Instead, he just smiled. A small smile. The bullies eventually got bored and left. The second they disappeared around the corner, you went up to him, knelt down and helped him gather some scattered papers.
“How are you not angry?..” you ask. That earned a laugh from him, “trust me, i am.” for the first time, you noticed it. The frustration hidden beneath his smile. The way his fingers crumpled the edge of the newspaper. The exhaustion in his eyes. “I just don’t think it’d change anything,” he admitted softly. You looked at him for a moment before handing back the last page, “well for what it’s worth.. I think they’re idiots.”
Leehan blinked. Then a genuine smile appeared on his face, “thanks.”
From that moment on, you started spending more time together. One conversation became two. Two became dozens. You walked home together after school, studied together in libraries, texted each other until neither of you could keep your eyes open. And along the way, somewhere, you stopped being just the girl who helped him pick up papers in the hallway. You became his favourite person. And before either of you realized it, you were no longer just schoolmates. You were his girlfriend. And he was your boyfriend.
By sophomore year, you began noticing changes in leehan. At first they were small. The shy boy who used to stumble over his words now had a comeback ready for almost anything you said. He teased you more often, flashed smug little smirks whenever he won an argument. And somehow carried himself with a confidence you had never seen before.
“You’re staring.” you blinked, “what?” “you’re staring,” leehan repeated, fighting back a smug grin. “I am not.” “you literally are.” you rolled your eyes and shoved his shoulder. “You’re just so annoying.” “yet you’re still dating me,” the smug look on his face only widened.
You hated how much you liked this version of him. He seemed happier, lighter. For the first time since you’d met him, it felt like he was finally becoming comfortable in his own skin. But only around you. At school, nothing seemed to change. Leehan was still the same awkward nerd everyone loved picking on. You would still find him kneeling on the floor of crowded hallways collecting newspapers. Bullies would shove him between classes, laugh when he stumbled, and make jokes at his expense whenever teachers weren’t around. The sight always made your stomach twist. You had seen him become more confident, more capable, more willing to stand up for himself. So why? Why did he still let this happen?
One night, while the two of you were walking home, you finally asked, “why don’t you ever do anything?” leehan glanced at you. “What do you mean?” “the bullies.” his expression immediately shifted. You noticed it every time the topic came up, a brief flicker of discomfort.
“They don’t bother me that much.” “that’s a lie.” leehan laughed weakly, “you always know when i’m lying..” “that’s because you’re terrible at it.” for a moment, neither of you spoke. Then he said quietly, “it’s easier this way.” you didn’t understand what he mean then. You simply took his hand and continued walking, unaware that leehan was carrying a secret far bigger than either of you could imagine.
And as time passed, Leehan began disappearing for hours, then days, with horrible excuses that never quite made sense. ‘Sorry something came up.’ ‘I forgot.’ ‘Let’s do it another day.’. At first, you believed him. That was until you started counting how many dates he arrived late to, how many plans he cancelled at the last minute, how many messages were left unanswered for hours.
The seasons continued changing around you, but so did he. One afternoon, when he showed up late yet again, you noticed the bruises peeking out from beneath his sleeve. Dark purple marks, far worse than anything the school bullies could have caused. Your stomach twisted, “leehan? What happened?” his hand immediately pulled the sleeve down, “nothing.”
You reached for him, desperate to understand, but he took a step back. And that.. hurt.. Leehan used to tell you everything, every embarrassing thought, every stupid fish fact that crossed his mind. He was the boy who would call you in the middle of the night just to tell you something he forgot to mention earlier.
Now, he looked at you like you were a stranger asking him questions you had no right to ask about. The distance between you grew quietly, like autumn stealing the green from leaves one day at a time, nothing seemed different at first, until the branches were suddenly bare.
And for the first time, you wondered if you were losing him. Or if you had already lost him long ago.
The argument happened on a rainy night. Maybe it was because you were tired. Maybe it was because you had spent months pretending everything was fine. Or maybe it was because you couldn’t take being shut out anymore.
“What happened to you?” you finally asked. Leehan stood silently in your doorway, rainwater dripping from his jacket.
“You keep disappearing.” silence. “You cancel everything.” silence. “You lie to me.” his jaw tightened. “Can you just tell me what’s going on?” you hated how desperate your voice sounded. “Nothing’s going on.” that was the final straw.
“Stop saying that!” you snapped, “do you think i’m stupid?” leehan flinched, for a second, he almost told you. About the mask hidden in his room. About the bruises. About the nights spent bleeding on rooftops while trying to save strangers. But he couldn’t. So he stayed quiet. And his silence felt like an answer. Tears burned in your eyes, “you don’t love me anymore.”
His head immediately shot up, “what?” “you don’t.” “i never said that–” “you don’t have to.” your voice cracked, “you barely talk to me. You don’t tell me anything anymore. Every time i try to help, you push me away.”
Leehan opened his mouth, then closed it again. Because every explanation sounded impossible. Because telling the truth would put you in danger. Because keeping the secret was supposed to protect you. But standing there, watching you cry, it didn’t feel like protection. It felt like losing you. “You don’t understand..” he whispered. “Then make me understand.” he couldn’t. And that hurt more than any punch he had ever taken.
Months of frustration spilled our in the form of words neither of you truly meant. Words sharp enough to leave scars. “Maybe you’ve become selfish.” his face fell. “Maybe you don’t care anymore. “That’s not true.” “prove it.”
He couldn’t. And eventually, there was nothing left to say. The rain continued falling as you stepped away from him. Neither of you tried to stop the other. Maybe because you were both too hurt. Maybe because you both thought there would be another chance later. There wasn’t.
As you closed the door in his face, you believed leehan had changed. That the sweet boy you once knew had become careless. Distant. Selfish. You never saw the way his hands trembled. Or the way he stood there long after you had disappeared from his sight. For the first time since becoming spiderman, fighting villains felt easy.
Losing you was the thing that truly broke him.
But neither of you had truly moved on.
Leehan still found himself watching you afar, lingering on rooftops just long enough to make sure you got home safely before disappearing into the night. And you caught yourself making room for him in your life. At the bakery, you had absentmindedly ordered two of his favourite pastries before remembering there was no one waiting beside you anymore.
Old habits were hard to break. Especially when the person you were trying to forget was never really gone.
One night, on your way home, you took a shortcut through a narrow alleyway. The city was quiet, the only sounds coming from distant traffic and the hum of streetlights overhead.
Then you heard it. A thud. Followed by a pained groan.
Curiosity got the better of you. You carefully peeked around the corner and froze. A figure sat slumped against a brick wall, breathing heavily. Spiderman?! His suit was torn, blood stained the fabric, fresh bruises bloomed across the exposed skin as trembling hands struggled to pull the mask back on. Then, the mask slipped. And suddenly, the world stopped. Leehan.
Your breath caught in your throat. Every late arrival. Every cancelled date. Every unexplained bruise. Ever lie. It all made sense. The person you had spent months resenting had been spending every night throwing himself into danger for people he didn’t even know. While you thought he was abandoning you, he had been carrying a burden far heavier than either of you could bear.
Your chest tightened painfully. Leehan wasn’t selfish. He wasn’t careless. He was exhausted. The guilt made you feel sick. Before he could tilt his head and notice you there, you stumbled backwards and ran. Not because you were scared of him. But because you finally understood. And suddenly, you didn’t know how to face him.
That day, you were walking towards leehan’s apartment with your heart in your throat. For days, you had rehearsed what you wanted to say. An apology? An explanation? A chance to start over.
You finally knew the truth. You finally understood why he had changed, why he had lied, why he had pushed you away. And despite everything that had happened between you, you wanted to hear his side. You wanted to tell him you were willing to try again. But you never made it to his door. Because you weren’t the only person looking for Leehan. For weeks, the green goblin had been studying spiderman’s movements. Watching. Waiting. Searching for a weakness he could exploit.
And then he noticed you. The same face appearing around the apartment complex. The same person lingering near the building more often than coincidence could explain. He didn’t now exactly who you were. A friend? Family? A lover? It didn’t matter. If you were useful to spiderman, then you were useful.
The attack happened so quickly you had barely any time to react. One moment, you were crossing the street and the next, a gloved hand seized you from behind. A scream caught in your throat as the city disappeared beneath your feet.
The green goblin laughed as his glider carried you into the sky, “let’s see if he comes for you.” and just like that, you became bait. You know he will. Because now you know who spiderman is. And you know leehan would never leave anyone behind him
The green goblin carefully orchestrated the entire situation, ensuring that no matter what spiderman chooses, someone will suffer. The green goblin doesn’t want to kill spiderman, he wants to break him. Weeks of watching him from the shadows had taught him something important about the city’s beloved hero, he always tries to save everyone. So the green goblin creates a situation where saving everyone is impossible.
You are taken up high to a clock tower, your wrists bound as the wind howls around you. Far below, the city continues as normal, blissfully unaware of the disaster waiting to unfold. Then, the explosions begun. Across several blocks, chaos erupted simultaneously. A packed commuter bus is left hanging over the edge of a collapsed bridge. Part of a construction site crumbles, trapping workers beneath unstable steel beams. A crowded train station is thrown into panic as debris rains from above.
The green goblin smiles, spiderman will come.
When leehan arrives, he’s already breathing hard. He had been patrolling for hours before receiving reports of attacks. The moment he sees you restrained that high up, something in his stops. For a second, the city disappears. There’s only you. You. alive. Terrified. Close enough that he can see the fear in your eyes. The same eyes that once looked at him with trust. The same eyes that had been filled with disappointment when you walked away from him. The same eyes he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about since. His heart lurches. Then another explosion echoes through the city.
“Go on, spiderman.” the green goblin laughs. leehan gaze flickers toward the smoke rising in the distance. The bus. The construction site. The station. Hundred of lives. Then back to you. You watch him freeze, not because he doesn’t know what to do. Because he does. He always does. The hesitation only lasts for a moment then he’s gone. You watch him swing away.
For a brief second, despite knowing why, despite finally understanding everything, your chest aches. The next thirty minutes feels endless. You can only watch from afar as flashes of red and blue move across the skyline. One disaster after another. One rescue after another. And with every passing minute, leehan grows slower.
The green goblin keeps his promise. Every rescue is another trap. Every civilian saved costs spider-man something. A collapsing beam falls on his ribs. An explosion sends him crashing through concrete. By the time the last civilians are evacuated, leehan is exhausted. His suit is torn, his hands are shaking, blood stains the red fabric across his shoulder, every muscle in his body burns. But the moment the final civilian is safe, he doesn't stop the rest. He doesn’t stop the breathe, he comes back for you.
The green goblin sees him approaching and sighs dramatically, “finally.”
The fight begins before leehan even lands. A bomb explodes beside him, throwing him across the rooftop. Concrete cracks beneath the impact. Leehan forces himself up immediately but the green goblin doesn’t give him time.
Another attack. Then another. And another. The green goblin knows it too. Every punch lands harder. Every dodge becomes slower. Eventually, leehan crashes to the ground and doesn’t immediately get back up. For the first time, fear settles in your stomach. Not fear for yourself. Fear for him.
The green goblin steps forward. Slowly, confidently. Like he’s already won. “You see?” he says, grabbing leehan by his hair, “this is what happens when you try to save everyone.”
Leehan doesn’t answer, head hangs low, blood dripping onto the concrete. The green goblin laughs, then his gaze shifts towards you. And something changes. Leehan sees it. The direction of his eyes. The intention, the threat. And suddenly, every ounce of exhaustion disappears beneath pure panic. Because losing the fight is one thing. But losing you is another.
The green goblin moves. So does leehan. What happens next, is desperation. The kind born from months of regrets. Months of wishing he could tell you the truth. Months of watching you from afar because he wanted you to be safe. Months of wanting to apologize but never finding the courage. For the first time in the fight, he stops holding anything back, the battle reaches its breaking point.
And somehow impossibly leehan wins. The green goblin falls and silence follows. The city is safe, you are safe. The fight is over. For a several seconds, leehan doesn’t move, he’s barely standing. But he removes his mask with one tug. Blood runs down his face, his suit is shredded, his hands shake from exhaustion. Then slowly, he turns to you. And despite everything, despite the breakup. Despite believing you hated him.. His first concern is still you.
“Are you okay?” he asks immediately, his voice is strained, panicked. Like nothing else matters. Like he didn’t just fight for his life. And standing there, finally seeing the truth laid bare in front of you, you realize something devastating, leehan never stopped loving you. He just thought protecting you meant letting you hate him.
He stumbles towards you, one hand clutching his side. “Hey.. Hang on,” he calls out, voice rough, “i’m coming.. It’s okay i got you..” the words are almost laughable. Because nothing about tonight is okay. But he says them anyway, because he wants you to believe him, because he needs to believe them himself. The concrete beneath you feet cracks. A deep, unsettling sound. Leehan’s stomach drops, “no–”
The structure gives way, and suddenly you’re falling. For one terrible second, all he sees is your expression. Surprise. Fear. then empty air. The world slows. His body moves before his mind can catch up. A web shoots from his wrist. It catches around your chest. Got you. Relief floods through him. Then he jumps, diving after you without hesitation.
The gears in the clock tower rushes past him as he falls, wind tears through his hair, his injuries scream, he ignores all of it. Because all he can think about is reaching you. As he dives, memories crash through him.
You laughing outside a bakery, holding up a pastry, force feeding him to try it.
You sitting beside him on quiet afternoons, talking about your dream with him being a mustard bottle and you bring a ketchup bottle.
The warmth of your hand finding his automatically.
The way you’d call his name.
The way you’d smile at him.
The way you’d look at him before everything became complicated.
Then came the memories he hates.
The unanswered texts.
The disappointment.
The arguments.
The night you stood in front of him with tears in your eyes.
“You’ve changed.”
The way he couldn’t tell you why.
The way he watched you shut the door in his face.
The way he let you.
Because he thought keeping you in the dark would keep you safe.
The distance between you closes. Closer. Close. Until finally he’s there. His arms wrap around you, another web fires, then another, creating a desperate web-line to stop the fall. The force hits all at once, a violent jolt, a hollow crack sound.
He caught you, he did it. For a brief, shining moment, relief washes over him. You aren’t falling anymore. You’re safe. You’re–
“Hey.” his voice cracks, he pulls back slightly, waiting for a response. Nothing. The smile on his face falters. “Hey.” still nothing. Around him, the city continues moving, he can hear car honking, distant sirens, the wind. But suddenly, everything feels horribly quiet. His chest tightens.
“No.” his voice comes out as a whisper, “no no no…” you remain motionless in his arms, neck limp. Leehan stares, unable to understand, unable to accept it. He saved you, he caught you, he was fast enough. For once, he was fast enough.. So why–
His hands begin to shake. The realization arrives slowly. Cruelly. The impact, a force he couldn’t control, the thing even spiderman couldn’t stop. His breathing becomes uneven. “No…” the word breaks apart. He pulls you closer as if somehow that will change reality, as if holding on tighter will bring you back.
The city celebrates somewhere around him. The green goblin is defeated. The civilians are safe. Spiderman won. But none of it matters. Not when the person he was trying to reach all his life is gone. For the first time putting on the mask, leehan realizes there are some people he can’t save. No matter how much he loves them.
He pulls you into his arms properly, cradling you against his chest like he can shield you from what already happened. His gloves are shaking when they come up to your face. “Hey..” his voice breaks immediately.
He presses his forehead against yours, eyes squeezed shut, arms tightening around you instinctively. Then very suddenly, everything he’s been holding back for months comes spilling out.
“I’m sorry..” he says, voice shaking. “I’m sorry i didn’t tell you.. I’m sorry I kept pushing you away. I thought– i thought if you hated me, you’d be safe.” his breath catches, rough and uneven. “I didn’t know how to be both things at once.. I didn’t know how to be spiderman and still be yours..”
A broken laugh slips out of him, but there’s no humor in it. “I wanted to come back.. I was going to.. I just– i needed more time.. I needed to fix everything first..” his fingers tremble as they brush your hair back. “You were supposed to be safe,” he whispers, “that was the whole point..”
A pause. A long unbearable silence. Then his voice completely cracks. “You were supposed to live..” his grip tightens again, not letting go even as reality makes it unavoidable. And for leehan, that’s when it finally becomes real.
He can survive villains, he can survive pain. But he cannot save you from this. And as he hold you there, in the aftermath of everything he tried to prevent, leehan understands something he never wanted to learn. All the time he spent trying to protect you.. Ended with the one thing he couldn’t protect you from. Silence. Permanent. Irreversible silence.
And for the first time since he became spiderman, he doesn't feel like a hero at all.
The funeral takes place in spring. The season is wrong for something like this, too bright, too alive. Flowers bloom anyway, as if the world has decided to keep moving forward without permission. Leehan stands at a distance. He doesn’t come closer. He can’t.
Everything feels like it’s happening behind glass. Voices blur into one another. People speak gently, carefully, like the right tone might soften what has already happened. But nothing softens it. Because all he can see is the place you should be standing instead of laying in a coffin.
When it’s over, he doesn’t leave immediately. He waits until everyone else is gone. Until the silence only belongs to him. That’s when he finds it. A message on his phone. Unread. Sent the night when you were headed to his apartment, before everything happened. His hands shake before he even opens it.
Two words. ‘I understand.’
Leehan stares at it for a long time. Long enough that the world around him stops making sense. Because those two words shouldn’t exist there. They shouldn’t be real. They shouldn’t have come too late.
And suddenly, everything he tried to protect you from becomes unbearable in a different way. Not because you died hating him. You died understanding him.
The world moves on. It always does. Classes resume, streets fil again, the city forgets the shape of grief faster than it forgets the shape of destruction. But leehan doesn’t. He stops trying to separate spiderman from himself after that. Because there’s no separation anymore.
Spiderman failed you. Leehan failed you. Both names lead to the same ending, and he can’t decide which one hurts more.
Years pass, seasons keep changing the way they always do, spring returning every time like nothing happened. Autumn stripping the world down again without apology. But for him, nothing resets. Every spring looks like that night and your funeral. Every wind sounds like the moment you fell. Every quiet night feels like the space between his web reaching but too late.
He keeps patrolling. Keeps saving people. Keeps doing what he always did. But it only feels like repetition. Because somewhere deep down, he believes the truth never changed. If he had been faster. If he had been stronger. If he had told you everything sooner. If he had been honest at the start.
You would still be alive. And so he carries it. Not just grief. But the unbearable weight that even spiderman cannot save everyone.
Just like flowers, he never noticed the exact moment things began to die. Only that by the time he finally looked back at the garden he had been trying so hard to protect,
half of it was already gone.
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★ — As best friends, you wanted the best for each other. Kim Leehan believed that you should be with a guy with similar qualities to him. You, on the other hand, believed that he should be with a girl that had similar traits to you. With the goal between your friendship being to find the one for one another, what if that perfect match was you two together all along?
PAIRING — best-friend!leehan x fem!reader (ft. boynextdoor, sohyun from tripleS, dohoon from tws, yunah from illit, haknyeon ex-the boyz (disappears), seoi from hi-key, and anton from riize)
GENRE(S) — smau + written, friends to lovers, nonidol au, surfboard shop au, motorcycle maintenance shop au, inspired by teen beach, fluff, angst, and crack.
WARNING(S) — swearing, random timestamps, random usage of mandarin (pov: insights on pftbz convos), kys/kms jokes, joking threats (friendly fire), mentions of blood (chapter 26), and kissing (chapter 31).
NOTE — like me from teen beach Best song ever . okay that’s it enjoy this wholesome smau 😁 (ignore how im doing a summer smau in winter) also 4 my beloved @ihankaji
-- you wanted to see how far you could push your boyfriend's limits
18+ | leehan x fem!reader | wc: 1k | masterlist | pure smut, a little plot
warnings: bratty reader (?) , language, making out, fingering
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the whole afternoon, you had practically been glued to riwoo's side.
it started off innocent, you two were simply bonding over a movie that you both watched.
but you noticed how the longer you spent with him, you could feel two eyes on you.
it was your boyfriend, who was looking at the way you had a hand placed on riwoo's leg.
you bit back a smile, you always loved teasing your boyfriend, seeing different reactions from him.
and today the victim of your teasing would be your poorly unaware riwoo.
you'd laugh a little too hard at his jokes, help him with things he could clearly do himself, you'd even lean your body into his just a bit.
but what really threw leehan off was when riwoo was in the middle of talking about something and you lifted your hand up to fix the collar of riwoos shirt.
that was your thing.
that's what you'd always do to him. leehan was a bit hasty when putting his clothes on, and you always woulf straighten out his shirt and collar a bit.
leehan cant even lie, he would purposely make his clothes a bit messy just for you to come fix.
the look of care and slight amusement you'd have on your face would always make him smile.
he hated how you were doing that to another guy. it made him feel...not so special or important to you.
leehan suddenly stood up from his seat.
"y/n." you turned your head towards him. riwoo was sitting so close to you, he wouldve been able to smell what shampoo you used.
"yeah?" you answered out, you tried to make it seem as though you weren't doing anything.
his jaw was clenched tight, he squinted his eyes a bit, "can you come with me?"
you tried your best to bite back the smile you were growing, "yeah. what's up?" you walked to him, he was quick to grab your forearm.
"follow me." he muttered, hand never letting go.
the second you two made it into his room, he pushed up against the back of the door, looking you deep in the eyes.
he scoffed, one hand going to hold the back of you head. his eyes were squinted, staring at you with such dark eyes you couldn't help but clench your thighs.
his eyes darted down, shaking his head as he chuckled to himself, "really?" he took a deep breath in, eyes focused on your legs.
he bit his lip in thought for a moment, before relaxing his hold on you. he guided you over to the bed, kneeling in front of your laid out body.
"I don't want to hide your voice, okay?" his hands tugged at your pants, bending over your body to press wet, hot kisses on your neck.
"I want him to hear," he finally got your pants and panties off. "you."
a gasp left you at the feeling of him prying your legs open. he used his free hand to snake itself under your shirt, grabbing at your chest.
you've never had him act towards like this with you, he's always so calm, so calculated when the two of you are in bed. he never lets another member in the same vicinity as you two when you wanna fuck. he'd never let another member hear you moan, even If it was his own name.
It's not that he was controlling or anything, he was just a bit...possessive.
and what can you say? you love bothering your boyfriend, poking at him until he'll give you the reaction you want. but ever the patient one, leehan always just smiles and shakes his head.
everyone has a breaking point, though. and it just so happens that this was happening... now.
his hand that was resting on your bare thigh moved up, fingers tracing right around your pussy. he kept his eyes on you when he stuck a finger in, catching the way your eyebrows furrowed as you breathed in harshly.
his pace sped up gradually, adding in another finger, hearing the way you went from breathes to whimpers to moans.
leehan kissed the lobe of your ear.
"who's hand is fucking you, hm?" he moved even faster, "who got you on his bed right now?" he said it a bit louder, knowing that riwoo can hear him. the walls in this place were paper thin. he's tested how loud you have to be to let someone from the outside hear you.
"y-you!" you moaned loudly, "you, baby, just you-" you continued babbling for leehan, you hand grabbed onto his arm, throwing your head back, "fuck! lee," you cut yourself off, feeling a heat start to gather itself in your stomach, a tight heat that was only getting tighter.
he chuckled, "I know you're close..." his hand slowed down. your head shot up so quickly, "w-what're you doing?" he pressed a kiss on your lips, barely a second on them. "say his name."
now that caught your attention.
"huh?"
"you heard me."
with the utmost reluctance, you spoke, "you want me t-to say riwoo?" he nodded his head.
his fingers sped back up, other hand tweaking at your nipple as he watched you.
your voice picked back up, moans and curses spilling out nonstop.
"leehan!" he shook his head, "say his name, show him what he'll never have." he smiled, landing wet and hot open mouthed kisses on your neck.
you squeezed your eyes, "y-you're right! riwoo cant, he cant have me like this, not like you do."
your eyes shot open at the sound of a creaky floorboard right outside the door.
you made eye contact with your boyfriend, that feeling in your lower belly finally snapping, your mouth opening in a soundless motion.
your thighs clamped around his wrist, shaking your head as the overstimulation kicked in.
"good girl." he praised, bringing his hand up to his mouth, lips closing around his two fingers. groaning at the taste of you as he palmed himself through his jeans, the aching of his own became too much ignore now.
"you're crazy." you laughed, chest heaving as you caught your breath. "It's your fault." he teased back.
he lowered his head so you could only hear his voice.
"he's still outside," he motioned to the shadow behind the door. "wanna invite him in for a show?"
you will only admit that you actually like kim leehan when pigs start to fly. for now, though, everyone else will just have to suffer the push-and-pull that happens whenever the two of you are near each other's vicinity.
or: your younger brother invites you to join his minecraft server, and chaos ensues.
pairing. gamer!kim leehan + fem!reader
genres + warnings. non-idol au, streamer au, gamer au, rivals to lovers(?), brother’s best friend(?) | profanity, sexual jokes, violent jokes, mentions of violence (only in game!!!! dw), not rly r2l more like u-piss-me-off-but-u-dgaf2lovers HAHA i do not know what i am doing..., y/n is hard to get!!! or is she... 😈
status. on-going | taglist. open | networks. @onedoornet
author’s note. this is completely inspired from the awesome @lionhanie’s bnd playing mc headcanons 🫡 plz show them some support bc this smau wouldn’t be here today if not for it 😿 ANYWAYS FIRST BND WORK LESGOO
ask (on @ilysungho): may i request a fluff leehan drabble where reader dislikes physical touch when she's on her period and leehan gets touch starved as each day passes because it's been a week since he last held reader ... once reader's period is done leehan showers her with physical affection contains: leehan x playful reader, established relationship, reader has periods, fluff
for a couple days, leehan had to do everything to restrain himself from hugging or kissing you. he knew it was because of your period, but at the same time, he couldn't help but sulk at the lack of attention and affection.
walking around eggshells wasn't the easiest for him, but after being with you for so long, he knows when he should back away.
thankfully, the end of the cycle finally came, but you were yet to tell him about it. so seeing him actively avoid getting too touchy made you want to see until when he can last being like so.
1 day post period, and you could notice how jittery he got. more than usual, that is. his eyes lingered on you longer, as if asking you through them is it done yet?
the 2nd day, it's already been too long, but he's still trying his best to respect your space, this time trying to be verbal. "hey y/n, you know... no nevermind." you can see how his hand reaches for you, but he retracts it back. you're still behaving the same to him, a bit pulled back and indifferent, but only you knew how much fun you were having.
he finally broke on the 3rd day. "ok, i can't take it anymore. you were supposed to be done 3 days ago?!" he whines at you, in a 'matter-of-factly' tone. this time, you couldn't control it, bursting out laughing as you make your way over to him, pulling him into a hug. it's sweet and almost suffocating how tightly he squeezes you back, pulling you towards him impossibly closer.
"i am done silly, i was just pulling a prank."
"fine," he huffs, "but don't you pull it on me ever again." he pouts at you, but seeing you smile make him smile too, smothering your face in kisses as he takes you someplace comfier so he can shower you in all the missing days of love, on top of the time of your cycle.
contains: perv!reader, masturbation (f), boxer stealing (reverse panty stealing trope), use of toy (bullet vibrator), unestablished relationship w/ leehan, edging, overstimulation, implied dom!leehan, blowjob mentioned
the hamper’s a mess. his clothes are lying all around the floor, and a pair of his favorite boxers? missing.
well, not really.
you missed him too much, and he wasn’t going to be home until a couple hours later. before he left, you promised leehan that you’d do the laundry before he gets back. but you had to wait for one more set of clothes—the ones your wearing right now—before starting the load. and obviously, the missing boxers in your hand.
“leehan…” you softly whimper out, breathing in the scent of him that clung to the cloth as your other hand held your vibrator right on your clit. the tingly sensation of coming close would go away quickly as you moved the little bullet up and down slowly. you wanted to savor it, really make your orgasm last, because it’s what he would’ve done if he was at home with you right now.
you feel depraved, moaning into his boxers shamelessly as the only thought that stayed on your mind was ‘what if he saw me like this right now?’. it’s not the first time you’ve daydreamed about doing something like this, but thinking it versus actually doing it is on a whole different level.
your clit felt swollen, overstimulated from the non stop vibrations yet unwilling to let yourself cum. your tongue stuck out to lick at the fabric, right where his crotch must’ve been. it turns you on further to imagine his bulge beneath as you thought about giving him head. you love the taste of him, the way his cock stretches out your throat, how his fingers comb into your scalp as he holds you in place…
you only get wetter thinking of it all, slick oozing out of your hole continuously as your moans sounded the room. plus it doesn’t help that you’re doing it on his side of the bed. god, i really miss him so much. you keep the vibrator rubbing along your folds, sensitivity creeping up all around as you felt close.
30 minutes of edging yourself seemed good enough. he would’ve let me come by now, you think. so you let go, your body burning up in your orgasm as you came hard. sticky cum coated your knuckles and the sides of your thighs, your teeth biting down onto his boxers as a guttural groan ripped out of your throat.
muffled curses leave your lips as drool collects onto where you’d been biting. but even after cumming, you simply couldn’t stop yourself, holding the toy on your clit even though your hips lifted off the mattress in overstimulation, your body thrashing around non-stop. it’s what he would’ve done, you repeatedly think to yourself, fingers tightly holding the bullet down onto your swollen clit.
you could go hours like this. leehan will probably sigh at the fact that you haven’t done the laundry once he’s back.
