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my everything

hyuck x gn!reader

— {3:35am}🔭 *࿐ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

“yn are you still awake?”

too tired to think, you don’t respond.

“ynnnnnnn why do you always fall asleep on calls?” haechan whined

you let haechan fall under the impression that you’re sound asleep.

“well you looked really pretty today at school.” he continued. “is it obsessive to like everything about you? is it obsessive to love the way your name rolls off my tongue? yn. yn. yn. yn. see??? it’s so nice… i wish you could see what you’re doing to me. yn… you’re like… you’re like my everything.”

so many butterflies filled your stomach.

“i love you, haechan.” you mumbled into your pillow.

you heard the sound of haechan’s hand slapping his mouth.

hii I’m always taking requests btw!!!!

sweet like honey

a/n: this is for anon who requested a drabble about making out with johnny. the build up is kind of long, but the playfulness of the situation is what makes it so good 😌

you and your boyfriend johnny both lay on the couch in your apartment - you’re on top of him, laying on your stomach, resting your head on his chest as he half pays attention to whatever tv show he put on in the background. his hands wander every now and then to gently rub your back with his left hand.

no words are exchanged between you for a while as you both just enjoy each other’s company, content.

it’s time like these that your mediocre job with an even more mediocre pay-check and shitty coworkers, really pays off. it means the difference between a decent-sized apartment and the man you love, and god knows what as the alternative.

somewhere in between johnny getting up to grab you a blanket and him coming back, you fall asleep. when you wake back up, you’re in your bed, with johnny silently scrolling through instagram next to you.

you watch him for a few seconds, and wipe away the collection of drool from your chin, and try (but fail) to get yourself sat up.

“w-what.. happened?” you slur, still half asleep.

"i went to get you a blanket because you felt cold to me, and by the time i got back you were drooling all over yourself and snoring" he chuckles.

“gross!” you squeal out.

"actually, it was cute as hell. you were in such a deep sleep that i carried you to bed AND tucked you in. look!”

johnny turns his phone towards you, and on his screen is a photo of you tucked in your bed like a caterpillar. you’re immediately mortified and quickly attempt to swipe his phone from him to delete it, but johnny pulls it out of your way before you get to.

“hey!” you shout, almost jumping completely jumping out of your position to grab the phone off of him again.

“ah ah ah, no grabbing!” he says, finding the whole thing hilarious.

“then delete it!”

you’re only half joking. your reaction is mostly driven by being momentarily mortified by how disheveled you look in the picture, but you also like to be playful with johnny - you’re just that type of couple.

after no success, you’re now basically straddling him as he struggles to keep the phone out of your reach. a few seconds pass where you’re both fully trained on stopping the other from succeeding, and somehow along the way your faces end up inches apart.

there’s a distinct pause in the struggle, and johnny lets the phone go. it falls onto the floor with a slight thud, but neither of you really care.

you’re the first to break the stare, and lean in to kiss him. before you know it, you’re adjusting yourself to be more comfortable on top of him, and he’s moving his hand to cup your cheek, wrapping his free arm around your waist as if to keep you close to him.

this is the first time that you’ve been alone together like this in weeks; between work and social commitments, you’ve both had almost zero time to exist as a couple.

there’s a desperation in the way that he kisses you. he can barely give himself enough time to breathe before he’s leaning back in, and his grip on your waist is noticeably more insistent the longer it goes on for.

he doesn’t often slip tongue in, but on this occasion he can’t help himself. you’re both fixated on each other’s movements, his hands moving lower and lower as time goes on.

you can feel him getting hard from under you, so you adjust yourself again as an excuse to create some friction against his jeans.

“fuck.” he hisses.

you keep moving, albeit subtlety, and by the muffled groans and winces from johnny you can tell that you’re getting him worked up.

you’d be lying if you said that you weren’t turned on by it. anyone would be.

“god, keep doing that.” he groans out.

“hmmm, maybe i will, maybe i won’t...” you tease, giggling as he begins to kiss your neck, leaving faint hickies as he does.

you oblige, picking up the pace a bit as he can barely keep himself together.

you stop abruptly, and johnny looks at you with a pout.

“heyyyy, why’d you stop?” he whines.

you pause for a moment, and give him a quick peck before standing yourself up.

“well mr suh, unfortunately the world doesn’t just stop because we’re horny. i have work, and so do you. it’s also 1am and i need a shower.”

you begin walking to the door of your en suite bathroom, and grab a towel from the pile of them folded on a chair in the corner of the room.

“get your ass home from work at a decent hour tomorrow and i promise i won’t give you blue balls again.”

johnny whines in protest but can’t do much.

“you better not. that shit hurts.”

you don’t reply, but you’re laughing on the inside.

“a promise is a promise.”

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