wait for you
yejun x reader
genre: smut, separated lovers reunited, yearning
⠀˘͈ᵕ˘͈ loosely based off wait for you! gahh the things i'd do to experience rookie plave and wait for you for the first time again 😭 anyway, hope my beautiful pllis out there love this! please follow me!! would love to have more plli friends <3
❗️minors dni! smut ahead ❗️
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now every night without fail, he whispered to the empty air:
“every single day, right here by myself, i say always… for you, i wait.”
he replayed his dream from last night. his dream which was filled with your bright smiles, your infectious laughter and the warm embraces shared between the both of you.
his fingers tapped lightly on his screen, “hello, how have you been?” but he erases the text he was about to send. he feigned indifference but the ache remained.
tonight on your birthday, echoes of seasons slipped past him—winter’s cozy cuddles, beating summer’s heat eating ice-cream and still, he lingered in the same spot, waiting. was that crazy? maybe. however, his heart told him otherwise.
“no matter how hard i try, i just go in circles… i’m always standing at the starting line,” he thought, voice choked with yearning.
he closed his eyes and in that moment, he reached out for the single flower placed in his pocket and looked at it as he grazed each petal with a promise.
“i will never let go of your hand again.” he whispered it into the wind.
a sudden movement behind him snapped his breath short. he opened his eyes to see you, all soaked and blinking against the streetlamp’s glow.
“yejun, you’re here.” you said, voice trembling.
“i’ve always been here, waiting,” yejun replied, soft but sure.
he held out the flower from his coat pocket—the same one from his dreams. you took it, fingertips brushing his. silence draped between the both of you but it wasn’t empty, it was full of years spent waiting and full of unspoken truth.
he stepped forward, gently weaving your hand in his.
“for you, i waited… and i’ll keep waiting—right by your side, so i can breathe and be alive.” his eyes looks into yours as he gives your hand a slight squeeze.
in the soft pattering rain, you leaned into him as your arms wrapped around him. words felt unnecessary, because every breath between you conveyed perfectly what needed to be said.
yejun smiled—relieved, quiet, hopeful.
no more waiting.
just the two of you, finally together.
you decided to invite him over to yours, the rain didn’t seem like it was going to stop any sooner. the both of you managed to change into fresh sets of clothing and settled down on the couch.
“you kept my clothes,” yejun says as he flashes a slight grin towards you.
you nodded your head, how could you ever throw his belongings out? you loved him too much to do so. a sigh of content leaves you as you find yourself curled up next to yejun, legs tangled with his and a blanket loosely draped over the both of you.
you missed this. him listening to you sharing about your day or going through the tiktoks you found that he’d definitely love. as you scrolled your phone, back leaning against yejun, his hand rested on your thigh, thumb drawing slow circles against your skin.
“i really missed you.”
you turned around to face him, eyes scanning his soft blue ones. he didn’t say anything right away. he just looked at you, gaze dipping from your eyes to your lips and back again, a quiet question hanging between you.
you gave your answer without words, leaning in only slightly but it was enough for yejun to close the rest of the space between you, his lips brushing against yours with an almost fragile tenderness, like he didn’t want to break the moment.
the kiss was slow and lingering, a promise held in the hush between your breaths.
his hand moved to your waist, fingers splaying gently as he pulled you closer into him. the blanket slipped from you, forgotten, as the heat between your bodies replaced the need for anything else.
you shifted as you draped your leg over his lap, chests pressed together, the kiss deepening naturally as you both let yourselves fall into it — into each other.
yejun kissed like he felt everything, like every slow pull of his lips against yours was something he meant completely. there was no rush, no urgency. just a familiar closeness. a soft sigh left him when your fingers slid into his hair, tugging gently as he tilted his head to kiss you deeper, hungrier now holding you tight as if you’d disappear.
when he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, eyes fluttering open to meet your gaze. his voice was low, breath warm against your lips.
“it feels like i’m back home.”
hearing those words, you kissed him again and this time with more intent. yejun understanding your actions, didn’t hold back. scooping you up in his arms, as he carried you to your room not breaking the kiss shared between the both of you.
as yejun gently places you on the bed, he leans in to press a kiss on the tip of your nose — a soft, lingering gesture that made you close your eyes for a second, just to feel it.
“come here,” yejun murmured, his voice low and steady, as he took your hand and guided you to the middle of the bed. his movements were purposeful yet unhurried, each action a deliberate act of devotion.
you let your body relax further into the soft mattress as you entrust yourself to yejun. he then kneels beside you, his hands moving to the buttons of your shirt, unfastening them one by one with careful precision.
as each button released, it felt like a step closer to something profound, something inevitable. when the fabric parted, revealing the skin of your collarbone, yejun’s fingers paused, his gaze lingering on the curve of your throat. he leaned in, his lips brushing against your skin in a series of soft, reverent kisses.
you shivered, fingers tightening in his hair, your breath coming in short, uneven gasps. his kisses trailed lower, mapping the contours of your body with a tenderness that made your heart ache. with every touch, every whisper of yejun’s lips against your skin, it felt like a promise—a vow of devotion etched into your very being.
yejun moves up, sucking at the sensitive skin just below your ear.
“tell me you missed me,” he demanded, his voice now rough, desperate. “please”
“i missed you,” you gasped, back arching as his teeth grazed your collarbone. “i missed you so much. every part of you.”
his hands slid under your shirt, his fingers grazing the soft skin of your stomach before moving higher, cupping your breasts through the lace of your bra.
you whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders as he teased your nipples through the fabric.
“i need to feel you,” he murmured, his breath hot against your skin. “every inch of you.”
you nodded frantically, heart pounding in your chest as he finally pulled your shirt off, tossing it aside. yejun’s eyes darkened as he took you in, the lace of your bra doing little to hide the peaks of your nipples, hard and begging for his touch.
he unhooked it with practiced ease, letting it fall away, and you gasped as his mouth closed over one nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud.
your hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against yours. when you finally managed to get it open, you ran your hands over his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath your fingertips. yejun groaned, his hips grinding into yours as you scratched your nails lightly down his back.
yejun then pulled back just long enough to rid himself of his pants and boxers, leaving him completely bare before you. your eyes widened as you took him in, his cock hard and already leaking with anticipation.
you reached for him, wrapping your hand around his length, and he hissed through his teeth at the contact.
“fuck, i’ve been dreaming about your hands on me,” he muttered, his hips thrusting into your grip. “but it’s not enough. i need you.”
he didn’t need to be told twice. wiggling out of your sweatpants and panties, you spread your legs wide, inviting him in. he didn’t hesitate, positioning himself at your entrance and pushing inside with one slow, deliberate thrust.
the feeling of him filling you was overwhelming. you cried out, body trembling as he stretched you, fitting inside you like he was made just for you.
“nggh, you feel… so good,” yejun panted, you dug your nails deeper into his back as he began to move.
he set a slow, steady pace at first, savoring every inch of you, every sound you made. but it wasn’t enough for either of you. yejun needed more. you needed more. his thrusts became harder, faster, driving into you with a desperation that mirrored yours.
your moans grew louder, hips meeting his with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, but you didn’t want it to end. not yet.
yejun seemed to feel the same way, slowing his pace just enough to draw it out, his deep blue eyes locked on yours. “i love you,” he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine. “i love you so fucking much.”
“i love you too,” you gasped, voice breaking as he hit that spot inside you that made you see stars. “yejun, don’t stop. please, don’t stop.”
he didn’t. his thrusts became erratic, his control slipping as he felt his own orgasm building. you could feel it too—the tension coiling tighter and tighter inside you until it finally snapped.
your body convulsed around him, waves of pleasure crashing over you as you came with a loud cry. yejun followed soon after, his release spilling deep inside you as he buried his face in your neck, muffling his groans against your skin.
the two of you stayed like that for a moment, bodies still connected as both of you caught your breath.
finally, he pulled out, collapsing beside you and pulling you into his arms.
“that was…” you started, but words failed you.
yejun chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “yeah. it was.”
as the two of you lay there, tangled together in the afterglow, you traced lazy patterns on yejun’s chest. “i don’t ever want to be apart again,” you whispered.
“we won’t be,” he promised, kissing the top of your head.