Closer || C.Y
Choi Yeonjun x Reader
Tags: SMUT, Hidden feelings, Confession Jealously, Passion, Yearning, Possession
A/N: who doesn’t love an argument that leads to confession and sex to settle all the pent up emotions?
The day started normal. It was peaceful, nothing to worry about. It was perfect if you wanted to go to that degree. As you sat on the porch in your rocker, you admired the nature in front of you. There was a haze of fog but that didn’t take away from the scenery you loved time and time again. The way the sun rays beamed through illuminating the dew that laid on the yard. As you sipped your tea you thought about how you’d spend the day. It had been a while since you’d had this amount of free time from schooling and meetings. It made you feel overwhelmed with the amount of things you could do.
As your mug sits empty in your hands you get up to head back in. “Maybe I’ll get some shopping done.” you thought to yourself. One would think you never came home after each schedule as you never really took notice of just how bare your fridge and shelves had gotten from the late night snacking.
“Yeah..” you dragged out. “We definitely need food in here to survive..” you’d said ‘We’ in meaning Yeonjun and yourself. More so him as any chance he’d gotten he was over. Closing the door you made your way up to your bedroom, stopping as you’re to walk past the guest bedroom. The bed lay empty, once occupied by the sly fox himself.
“I’ll be back in time for dinner.” he had joked pointing at you as you shook your head rolling over to peer at the clock on the nightstand.
“It’s 4:35am, please go bother someone else.” You grumbled at the taller one who only responded with a light chuckle. Before leaving, he placed a kiss on your forehead making your face scrunch up.
“You end up late. You’re sleeping in the barn.” you said jokingly making a face before turning back for bed, earning a chuckle from him.
“I make no promises.” his smile soft but bright lighting his whole face as he departed.
Your smile at the memory from this morning you both had shared soon turned into a small frown. It was complicated when it came to you both. More or less Him. One minute he’s your best friend the next he’s making you feel like his. His. The idea seemed crazy to think about but you couldn’t help it as it became a frequent occurrence. One would see it as just being friendly, others may not. But to you? The gesture filled your body with warmth. And that was dangerous..
Getting your clogs on you looked over your outfit one more time, pushing the idea of him and whatever it was you were feeling aside as you grabbed your purse and keys and headed out. There was no plan for where you’d start, as long as you got essentials and things that’d last for a bit you were set.
As you roamed each aisle you had a fair amount in your cart already. You’d checked off a lot from your list and this was only the first store of many others.
“This is going to cost me so much I can feel it.” You talked to yourself as you giggled.
As you checked off another item you had something come to mind. “I should get his favorites for dinner tonight.” You set the shrimp chips down in the cart before you rounded the corner, stopping in your tracks at the voice you’d heard. It was Yeonjun, and a smile started to form upon seeing him. He must have been on break and came to grab a few things before heading back. You planned to approach him by nudging him with the cart when you saw someone come around the corner. Stopping in your tracks the cart nearly takes you out. You’d recognize that orange hair anywhere. It was Yeji, a common friend between you both that you’d hang out with in group settings. The only difference? Never individually/alone. It caused a sense of alarm in you but you thought nothing of it and quickly turned around and went to check out before they noticed you and left.
“What the hell is wrong with me?” You spoke to yourself.
You didn’t have a problem with Yeji by any means but there were moments where she was more friendly than supposed friends are supposed to be and normally you didn’t have a problem with it but something clearly changed. You were never the type to immediately assume especially if he was supposed to be your best friend right? Right? Doing your best to brush it off you continue on with your day getting a few more things elsewhere and heading back home to start preparing for dinner.
As 5:30pm came around you were midway with dinner when he stopped by.
“Y/n?” he’d call.
“Kitchen!” you’d answer him as you were mid stir, turning when you felt his presence. A smile coming to your face. “Hii!”
“Hi lovely.” he said, coming to you making you tiptoe awaiting the forehead kiss he’d been continuing but it didn’t happen. Instead he just side hugged you. It wasn’t a foreign gesture, just not the one you had been expecting as of recently. Brushing down whatever was brewing you smiled brighter in hopes to hide the touch of sadness you felt.
“Hungry?” you asked him.
“Very.” he gave a small smile before setting his things down on the island behind you like he owned the place.
Turning the stove top off you transferred the pan to the island counter top where the two plates you had prepped were as you transferred the noodles and stir fry you made to them. Pouring the last bit on his plate you felt a vibration, looking to your right it was his phone. Notifications from KKT popped up, you were going to look away assuming it was just the other 4 but you saw her name.
“It’s fine. It’s fine. You’re being dramatic.” you said under your breath.
“Y/n?” he said, pulling you away from your thoughts.
“Hm? Yeah?” you shook your head looking at him.
“Everything good..?” he asked walking to you as he grabbed his phone.
“Oh yeah, I'm alright. Kinda zoned out but I think it's because I'm hungry.” you played it off.
“Let’s get some food for you.” he gave a small smile while taking the plates to the dining room.
As you scrolled twitter that night you noticed a few tweets that looked cryptic from Yeji. You didn’t think anything of it but reached out to let her know you were here if she needed to talk. Almost instantly you were shut down.
Weird, you thought. Normally you can talk to one another. You responded back before closing your phone for the night and laid there staring at the ceiling.
It’s nothing. Just get some sleep, you told yourself.
Weeks went by and the thoughts you tried so hard to push down resurfaced. It’s not like you were trying to bring them back up, yet here you were. Yeonjun had been on a trip with the others and would be away for about a week. You missed him but knew he was having fun from all the posts he was doing. You hadn’t heard from him for a little bit and the day he was supposed to return was just less than a day away. You tried not to worry but knew he was alright seeing the official posts and the interactions he was giving that you decided to text him. The conversation went well, he filled you in on everything you both laughed and it was great. The conversation had died down but you weren’t upset. You went back to working on a few things before heading to bed. As you lay down and get comfortable you open your texts with him and send your usual good night message before drifting off.
When you awoke in the morning you did your usual morning routine before checking your phone. When you got to checking you noticed you didn’t get a response.
“Not a big deal.” you shrugged. He probably just didn’t see it. As you checked your notifications you saw something and clicked it, it was photos of Yeji and him together out wandering. What was supposed to be a “group” trip was in fact not. In that moment that single notification furthered the suspicions cooking in your mind. Those thoughts you pushed away were finally becoming a reality. Did you have feelings? No? Then why does it hurt more than you expected it to. You weren’t reading into it, it was clear as day what it meant. You couldn’t think straight. What was supposed to be a day spent getting the house ready for his arrival back was spent crying and feeling worthless for your emotions getting the best of you. You didn’t wanna believe your suspicions of them both but that alone was enough to put everything in motion.
Was it all in your head? Was it real? Was he just stringing you along before someone else came along?
Were you reading into it all wrong?
As you lay there in your head you didn’t notice you drifted to sleep. It wasn’t until you heard the key in the door did you wake up. You’d forgotten he had a key. You didn’t even give yourself time to think on what you were going to say before you were up and right in front of him.
“Tell me the truth.” you blurted out.
“Woah..hello to you too, what truth?” he looked at you, eyes furrowed. A look of confusion on his face.
“Don’t play dumb right now Daniel.” His eyes widened at the use of his English name.
“I don’t even know what you’re going on about,” he backed into the now closed front door.
“Are you with her?” You said straight faced, getting to the point. “Or have feelings for her?”
“What?” he still wasn’t getting what you were saying.
“I saw you with Yeji.” you finally said. “The day you were supposed to be in rehearsals. I saw you both together while I was out.”
His face dropped as he realized what you meant.
“That’s not what it looked like-” you raised your hand for him to stop talking.
“What’s the point?” you sighed. “What’s the point in trying to defend yourself when there’s proof?”
“I...” he couldn’t form any words for a second.
Silence filled the space, he was now sitting at the front door. You are sitting at the bottom of the staircase, head in your hands.
“Do you love me?” you break the silence, running a hand over your face and then through your hair.
Silence.
“Do you even care for me in that way?” Your voice cracked slightly as emotions began to take over.
Silence once more.
You nodded, aware of what he was thinking without even saying it. His silence was the only answer you needed. Shifting in your spot you wiped your eyes of the few tears that had fallen. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. As you walked away towards the couch. An hour had passed as you lay on the couch, you must have fallen asleep at some point because when you awoke your eyes hurt from the tears and the house was silent once more. Looking around you didn’t see him. Did he leave? Was he still here? You had many things running through your mind as you dragged yourself up the stairs and to your bathroom to wash away your sadness and grogginess. As you changed you found yourself standing in front of the door, hand just resting on the doorknob. Were you afraid? Would he be there or would he have booked it by now? So many things came to mind as she finally turned the knob, opening it to a moonlit hall. As you came down the stairs, the living room came into view as you saw the patio door open and him appear.
Your eyes meet but the gaze doesn’t hold for long as you look away.
Sitting back down at the bottom of the stairs you kept your distance as you looked to the floor, a few tears falling as you bit your lip out of habit to stop yourself from sobbing more. Were you too late? Should you have stood your ground sooner? You’d do anything for him and yet.. You were pulled from your thoughts when you heard the creaking of the sofa as he finally sat down. Eyes flicking up you saw him, body facing you as his eyes peered into you. Tears began to brim once again as you were under his gaze. You’d froze seeing him get up before standing the second he began approaching you. It was as if times stopped as he stood in front of you in silence. Yeonjun reached for your hand but you pulled away. You didn’t want to be touched by him in the moment no matter how badly your soul craved him.
“I..” was all you said before he took over.
“I love you.” It was as if he finished your sentence. Those three words.
“No you don’t.” You couldn’t help the scoff that left your mouth. “Please don’t play with me right now.” You croaked out.
“But I do.” His voice is calm.
“I can’t take it anymore.” You try to push past him as he follows, denial is all you can think of. “Yet you’re with her.”
“Why would I be with her?” His brows furrow. “Are you listening to yourself right now?”
You stop in your tracks turning to him.
“Listen to myself?” You point to yourself. “That’s all I’ve been doing and I still can’t figure out if you’re messing with me or not.”
He doesn’t speak, only listens.
“Every kiss, every hug, every lingering hug.” You count in your hand as you feel your blood boil of frustration. “Every night you’d stay in my bed instead of the guest one meant nothing.”
You’d gained confidence as you had tears filled in your eyes.
“God!” You exclaimed, hands coming to your hair holding it. “Do you know how much I love you?” He asks.
All you do is sniffle as you wipe tears.
“Don’t feed me this now.” You avoided his gaze.
“Do you know how much it consumes me?” He inches closer. “Just how much you run through my mind?”
“I ache, I pine, I perish.” He’s backed you into the counter top.
“Every thought had of you is a flame I cannot tame—”
You scoffed at him, not wanting to believe him or his words.
“Will you just listen for fucks sake?” His voice now raised. “So damn stubborn to realize you’re who I want. You’re who I crave. You don’t think I feel what you do right now over seeing me with someone else? You don’t think it kills me seeing you around the guys? How much I’d wish it were me who was hugging you, touching you. But her?” He rolls his eyes. “She is nothing compared to what you are, who you are. You have bewitched me, utterly and irrevocably. You are my want, my weakness, my wonder.”
He had tears in his eyes. The passion, the yearning, the desire of his words did you in. He just confessed. You couldn’t deny any of it. You just knew. You raised a shaky hand towards his face, he welcomed it. The touch of warmth filled you as he leaned into your hand.
“You mean it?” Your eyes search his, breath hitching as his own hand comes to your face wiping your tear stained eyes and cheeks.
“Every word. Every syllable.” His smile is genuine, gentle and sweet. “You’re mine, you’ve been mine, you will always be mine.”
Emotions at the surface and taking over your arms wrapped around his neck as your lips met his. His own settling at your waist, fingers gripping tight but comfortably. The hold on your waist sending you into a frenzy. Your lips moving as one as the kiss deepened and deepened.
“Forever?” You pull away just before things escalate, your fingers move to the strings of his hoodie tightening around them bringing him close.
“Forever.” He whispered, leaning in once more. This time to lift you on to the counter more comfortably as his lips are back on you hungrily, taking them into his own lightly biting. A fight for dominance didn’t exist for how equally possessive and passionate the kisses you were sharing were. Hands wandering, he removed your shirt and threw it somewhere in the kitchen before removing his own as your finger kept toying with the hem. Shoes are long gone.
As he lifts you once more he makes his way up the stairs and to your bedroom. Setting you on the mattress he wastes no time getting on top of you, his knee sliding between your legs nudging them apart as it brushes against your center. Sensation spreading through you.
“Do you want this?” He pants.
You nod.
“Words.” He says. “I need words.”
“Yes.” You gain your voice. “I want this.”
He repeats himself once more needing the confirmation despite the hand looped on his waist band of his sweats and undergarments pulling them down his body. Your own joining his somewhere along your floor. Gaining your confidence back you flip you both. Situating on top of his lap you peer down at him beneath. The sudden takeover excites him more as he doesn’t fight. He continues to let you do as you wish as you rock your hips against him, the feeling of him running through your folds getting you both off as you coat him. You watch as his face is locked into where you both meet. He watches as you lift yourself slowly, fingers gripping him firmly guiding him. Mouth a gape head threatening to fall back but he wouldn’t allow it. Your touch was intoxicating, a drug he didn’t want to come off. The feeling of you sinking down immediately sending his eyes to the back of his skull. You were perfect. A moan slipping from your lips that you couldn’t help. You were full and didn’t want to end it so soon but you couldn’t wait.
“Doing okay?” You asked, reassurance in your voice wanting to make sure he wanted to continue this time.
“Yes.” It was breathless and eager, no hesitation behind the word. “Please.”
His fingers gripping the flesh of your behind to back his words. Moving your hips you couldn’t help the agonizingly slow pace. This was long overdue and you weren’t going to waste it. Hands on his chest to ground yourself you lift your hips just enough off him before snapping this down, the moan slipping from his lips almost a whine as the pace quickened the more you rolled your hips along him, bouncing occasionally. You couldn’t deny the pleasure you were bringing him but also to yourself. The more sounds he gave the more it encouraged your pace. You’d started to slow when he took the opportunity to flip you both, his lips coming to yours before pulling away as you locked eyes. He was truly a sight, dark hair disheveled and fallen to his face just barely covering his dark orbs with just enough visibility to take in your entire presence beneath him. A hand coming up running along those now swollen pillowy lips of his, the same lips you’d fawn over endlessly. The same lips You watched as he moved down your body. Leaving bites and lingering kisses as he situated himself between your legs.
The feeling of his breath lingering over your cunt made your chest rise and fall with anticipation. The plush and softness of his lips sent shivers through your body as they situated into a kiss on your mound. He wasted no time, diving right in his tongue gliding through your folds eliciting a cry from you making you cover your mouth.
“Ah uh.” He corrected you, the loss of his mouth on you making you whine. “Hide those sounds and we stop. I want to hear as you fall apart.”
The command made your head spin, he waited and watched like a fox on its prey before his lips and tongue were back as he added a finger. Watching how you reacted, taking in and studying your body as he worked you. You could feel yourself slipping towards release, as could he.
“You will cum when I say.” His voice is demanding but also sincere.
“Please.” You just about whimper. “Please let me. Please.”
You could feel his lips form a smirk against you at your pleas. He had you right where he wanted.
“Hold it.” He said, removing his lips as he worked two fingers in you, coming up to watch you contort and twitch in the pleasure being built up. “Just a little more.”
“I can’t, I can’t.” You breathe out trying your hardest to refrain.
“Now.” Was all you needed to hear as you gripped around his fingers cumming hard.
No time to waste as he parked himself between your legs and tapped himself against your folds running through them once more, watching the way you react. The second he slid himself inside a chill ran down his spine. He watched as you let go, not hiding your moans. Fisting for the sheets to hold onto something as he picked up the pace. Yeonjun couldn’t help but watch where you both connected, he watched as he slid in and out getting lost in you.
You didn’t have time to think once again as one hand snaked under you and flipped you to all fours. Bum in the air his hands coming to caress the mounds of flesh adorn your body as he lined himself up once again and entered you nearly bottoming out from the new position as he began pounding into you. The sound of skin on skin and your moans becoming one were the only sounds to be heard. One hand on your hip as the other finds its way to your shoulder gripping it as he brings you both to the edge of cumming. His thrusts become sloppy as he nears, your moans become whimpers.
“There we go, atta girl.” He praises. “Go on, let go. Cum for me.”
You were seeing stars as you cried out of pleasure cumming around him feeling him let go at the same time. Giving himself a second before pulling out you whimpered from the loss as he joined next to you, both of you silent as you regulate your breathing. Sleep threatening to take over, you were in and out you hadn’t even realized he was cleaning you up until the coolness of the towel touched your inflamed skin making you flinch.
“Shh,” he cooed. “Sleep, I’ll take care of this.”
Giving a nonverbal response you don’t remember what he says after only a kiss being placed to your head as you drift off.