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PROFILE — arlei | 05' ~ 19 | she/her
ONLY fem reader, NO: scat/piss kink, mommy/daddy kink, choking, pregnancy, drugs, blood, too specific descriptions for physical qualities
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tags : afab reader, fluff and crack if you squint, smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (both ways), vaginal fingering, cum swallowing, seob is a virgin, original characters, soul mentioned
synopsis : your best friend asks you to help him get ready for a date
an : my account has grown so much and it's only been a week thank u!!! i'm lurking on x for all the p1 waterbomb content rn i'm going insane
"you're a virgin?"
jongseob's eyes widened and he could feel his face turn red as he shot you a glare.
"what's wrong with that?"
"nothing's wrong!" you throw your hands up in defense. "i just saw you sneak into a bedroom with a girl at shota's party last month, so i assumed."
"we made out and did... other things. but it didn't escalate past that."
you nodded, shifting in your spot on jongseob's bedroom floor. "so what are you asking me right now?"
he takes a bite of his samgyetang and doesn't dare look you in the eye. "minju asked me to hangout at her house on friday and i wanna be ready."
"so you wanna fuck?"
"well when you put it like that—"
"why me? being able to say you lost your v-card to bae minju is something to brag about."
"it would be less awkward with you, i think. you're... experienced, right?"
"yeah, but having drunk sex once doesn't make me an all-knowing prostitute, seob." you giggle, pretending to look into an imaginary crystal ball. he doesn't seem to find it funny.
"i just thought i'd ask, if you don't want to then it's okay."
you shake your head, scooting closer to him so that you're side by side, arms grazing his. "i'll do it." his head shoots up. "i just don't want your expectations to be crazy high. i'm not that freaky."
he laughs before his face turns serious again. "are you sure? did i pressure you?"
"oh my god, seobie. yes, i'm sure. when did you say you were going to minju's?"
"friday night."
"okay, so we have," you grab your phone to check the time. "five days. let's take it slow? we can do other stuff first."
"other stuff? as in...?"
"what, you wanted to get straight to it?"
"NO! i mean— no. we can do other stuff first, yeah."
"great. wanna start now?" the way you were being so nonchalant and casual about everything had jongseob sweating.
"now? right here?"
"on your bed, dumbass. unless you want to finger me on the floor." oh. jongseob was not unaccustomed to your blunt way of speaking, but he swore the temperature in the room dropped 5 degrees when you stood up and turned around to offer your hand to help him up too. you hoped he didn't notice how much your palms were sweating. you crawled onto his bed, leaning against the wall and burned holes in the back of his head as you watched him turn the lights down.
"how do you wanna do this?" he asked, voice low as he situated himself next to you.
"you tell me! this was your idea." the way you were staring at him gave him the confidence to wrap his hands around your waist and haul you into his lap. you squealed, giggling as you felt him place his big hands on the sides of your thighs. jongseob wasn't sure if he should kiss you— something that would make this feel a little too intimate— which was a boundary he wasn't sure you were okay with crossing, so he opted for the next best thing. he lowered his head, nudging your chin with his nose so he'd have better access to your neck.
the first thing you feel is his teeth scraping against you before his lips close around your skin. your breath hitched as he sucked and kissed bruises into your neck, your eyes trained on his ceiling as he adjusted the neckline of your shirt to expose your collarbones. you let out a whine when he started to pinch your nipples through your shirt as he attached himself to you again. you were sure when you left his place later your neck would be entirely purple.
you inhale sharply when he suddenly detaches from you with a pop, hands gripping your waist again to flip you so you were no longer facing him. your back was now flat against his, his hands still on your waist as sounds of his breathing filled your ear. you felt him fiddle with the outline of your panties that poked out of your pants slightly.
"is this okay?" he whispered, and you mindlessly nodded, completely wrecked just by the sound of his voice. it was a joint effort as you both began tugging your pants down, followed by your lacy panties that you hoped he thought were pretty. it didn't matter since they were immediately thrown to the floor as his hand snuck between your legs.
you gasped and your eyes squeezed shut when you felt his fingers begin to trace a path around your core. he spread your slick around, testing the waters before he slowly rubbed at your clit.
"fuck, how're you so wet already?"
"been horny all week. oops." your giggle turns into a moan as he circles your clit at a pace that has you losing control, legs twitching and mouth snapping open. without thought, your hips desperately buck upwards into nothing as strangled sounds escape your mouth.
you reach behind you to grip his arm with one hand and bed sheets with the other. "seobie, fuck!" he continues to massage your clit as he slowly slipped a finger inside your sopping hole, and you only register then just how big his hands are, as you feel him reach so deep inside you that it has you gasping for air and breathing his name. he curls his fingers inside of you, moving them in and out at a similar pace to his other hand. the only sound you could hear in his room was your pussy squelching with every movement he made.
it was so, so wrong that jongseob was the one to elicit these noises from you, but the thrill of having your best friend in this way— in this unfamiliar, uncharted way— only pushed you closer to your limit. the way he whispered in your ear, telling you how good you were doing for him did not help as you began to see stars, hips matching the speed of his hands as they pathetically rutted upwards every time he hit that spot.
"don't stop— oh my god, seob, seob, seob. i'm so close."
he pressed his fingers hard against your walls. "i got you, go on."
lewd, broken moans spill from your lips as your orgasm hit you at full force, walls sucking his fingers inside, cum leaking out of you onto his bed sheets. the only thing keeping you in place is his chest, and you leaned into it as your body spasmed, looking down at yourself to see the mess you made of his bedding and to watch his fingers slow down and eventually slip out of you.
you lay against him for a moment, panting, taking a second to come back to reality before you shoot up, spinning around to slap his arm.
"ow!"
"seob! i thought you said you were inexperienced! that was insane! i don't think i've ever finished that hard on a guy's fingers in my life!" he sits in shock as you ramble, and a grin slowly creeps its way onto his face.
"i've never had sex. never said i wasn't good at the other stuff." your jaw drops, and suddenly you are very aware that your entire lower half is fully exposed to him, so you stand up and scan the room for the spot that your clothes were thrown to. he fiddled awkwardly with his hands as he watched you get dressed.
"so..." you start, "i forgot i have plans with joohyun tonight. she just texted." you hold your phone up to show him. "can we continue this tomorrow?"
he stared at you, now stood in his doorway. "i— yeah. same time, same place?" his palms were sweating at the sight of your pretty face that was now completely disheveled because of him.
"yeah. i'll return the favor, too. bye, seobie." he opens his mouth to say something in response, but you're already out the door.
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you
[8:34pm]
im omw!!!
seobie 🐯
[8:39pm]
ordering food now
u want wings?
you quickly typed out a reply before shoving your phone back into your pocket. you felt the tips of your ears burning, as they had been every time an image of jongseob's face popped into your head during the last 24 hours. it only registered with you when you had gotten home the night before that you had gotten yourself in deep shit, considering that you didn't think any guy would be able to get you off with his fingers again after the stunt jongseob pulled. if he was as good with his mouth as he was with his fingers— which you were sure he was, given the way he could rap— then you were absolutely screwed.
you could feel arousal pool between your legs as you walked down a side street towards jongseob's apartment, thinking about how good he would feel with his face between your legs, his hands wandering all over— you paused, noticing that you had somehow walked 4 blocks in what seemed like 30 seconds, and were now stood outside of jongseob's building.
you text him to buzz you in, which he does, and you felt your hands shake as you hiked the stairs up to the third floor. you had no idea why, he was the same seobie he'd always been, except now he knew what your vagina looked like. so what?
you let yourself in with the spare key he'd given you when he first moved in, and you find him sat in his desk chair scrolling on his phone. you slide your bag off your arm and mindlessly toss it into a corner with a thud to signal your entrance to him.
"hey."
"hi, seobie." you sit on the edge of his bed and he moves to sit next to you. you tug at his shirt. "this new?"
"uh, yeah. i got it last week."
"it's nice. you wanna take it off?" he turns to you, dumbfounded at your straightforwardness, and watches in awe as you immediately begin to peel your tank top off your body, leaving you in only a sheer blue bralette that showed off your perky tits and the outline of your nipples. jongseob's cheeks flush and he can feel his dick harden in his sweatpants at the sight of the hickeys he had left on your body. you crawl closer to him and smile as you touch his arm. he wordlessly tosses his baggy t-shirt to the side and pulls you to straddle his lap.
he tugs on your bra. "this is pretty."
"thank you. i thought you'd like it." you whisper, and he feels the wind get knocked out of him.
jongseob remembered in that moment that all of this— all of you— was supposed to be getting him ready to please another girl. he definitely found himself forgetting after you left the night before, recalling how he relentlessly jerked himself off in his shower with you in mind, the noises he evoked from you and the facial expressions you made as he worked you through you orgasm taking over his thoughts.
he doesn't even register that you had ducked down and started to suck at his collarbone, mumbling something along the lines of said i'd return the favor. you use your tongue to lick a path down his chest, sucking bruises into his skin the same way he did to you, and his breathing picks up as he watches you drop to your knees. you hook your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants and tug them down with no hesitation. you're slightly overwhelmed by how big he looks, intimidated by the tent in his boxers. you finally tear the fabric away to reveal his cock— which is just as long and girthy as you expected— and it hits his stomach with a dull thud.
you slide your hand up his length a few times, to get a better feel of his size, and he lets out a low, strangled groan as he grips the edge of his bed. it's hot to the touch and is already dripping with precum, so you take him in your mouth, smearing the salty pre against your tongue.
he cries out, and it turns you on in a way you can't describe. every sound he made because of you had your panties dampening by the second, a soft moan that left your lips was muffled by his tip in your mouth. your tongue licked at his tip painfully slow, and it had jongseob's hands moving to your hair as begs spilled from his lips.
"holy shit, yn, please, please."
he sinks deeper into your mouth, thighs threatening to close around your head in pleasure as the underside of his cock slides against your tongue. you take him down your throat inch by inch, as far as your gag reflex would allow. you wrap a hand around the base of his cock when you feel like you can't push any further. you started to move your head up and down, tears pricking your eyes at the way your jaw ached every time his length hit the back of your throat.
you were a gagging, choking mess, and jongseob couldn't hold back as he subconsciously began to thrust his hips upwards, fucking your throat.
"holy fuck i'm so fucking close holyfuckholyfuck." a string of curses left his mouth before he let out one final cry of your name, ropes of come squirting out of his tip as he wrecked your throat. you grin when you finally pull off of him, wiping the mixture of spit and cum off your chin. you watch his chest rise and fall as he laid back against his mattress to catch his breath.
"please," he breathes out, causing your ears to perk up. "please let me eat your pussy."
you let out a laugh at his desperation, but don't say anything in opposition as you tug your pants off and join him on the bed. he repositions himself so that his head is on his pillow and you throw one of your legs over his body so that they rested on either side of him and your core hovered over his face, his hands now rooted on your hips to hold you in place. his nose nudged your blue panties that matched your bralette and he used his teeth to pull at the fabric before he moved his hand farther up your thigh to rip them off of you and discard them to the floor.
you throw your head back as his tongue made contact with your sopping hole, swirling it around the rim. your hands fly to hold onto his headboard when he tilts his head upwards so that he could suck your swollen clit into his mouth, whimpers leaving your lips as a sudden pang of jealousy hits you when you thought about the other girls jongseob had probably done this with. you have no idea why.
his head moved at a steady rhythm as he licked through your folds over and over, tongue flicking upwards whenever he circled back to your clit. your toes curled and your back arched with every stroke, waves of pleasure pulsing through your body. he grunted and whined into your cunt as you grinded against his face, desperately chasing the high you felt coming closer every time he stuck his tongue in your entrance or harshly sucked your clit.
your legs trembled and your grip on his bed frame hardened as you flooded his tongue, screaming his name when he did one final swipe through your slit to lap up your fluids, leaving only his spit after he finally pulled away.
when your legs stopped shaking and your senses came back to you, you shuffled down his body so that your hips were touching, lifting yours up slightly so he could sit up and have you on his lap again. you felt his rock hard cock press against you and you don't even register that you had leaned forward to kiss him until you felt his hands cupping your cheeks and his tongue moving against yours. he kissed you with a pent-up passion that could only come from a first kiss, and you could taste yourself on him and it made you moan out loud into his mouth. he kissed you harder to swallow any sounds you were making.
you hated how good it felt to be held by him like this, knowing that it wasn't truly for you, but you were willing to take what you could get. jongseob, on the other hand, could only think about how he was never going to look in another girl's direction again.
"mmphm. seobie." you whined and he realized your bra was still on when the mesh of it rubbed against his chest, so he went to fiddle with the strap and peel it off of you, arm by arm. he grabbed your tit and pinched at your hard nipples, never getting enough of the sounds that came out of your mouth for him. you pulled away from him— immediately missing the feeling of his mouth on yours— and batted your lashes at him.
"do you wanna do it now?" he stared at you, head nodding vehemently. you grinned at the way his cock twitched just at the idea of being inside of you. in a sudden movement, he surged forward to hook his forearms under your thighs and flip your position so that he was on top of you, your head hitting his pillow. he lifted his hips until the head of his cock caught on your clit, hips pulling back after to drag it through your slit and eventually to your entrance.
"you're sure?" you mumble, and he doesn't hesitate to slide inside of you. you didn't remember him being this big in your throat but apparently he was, because you felt like you were being split apart, mouth agape and eyes shutting as he pressed deeper inside of you. he's kissing you before you have the chance to breathe, kissing you with so much fervor that had you questioning everything you've ever felt towards him. he pulled away and pressed his forehead into your shoulder. you found yourself doubting that he was a virgin, considering the way he seemed so familiar with his thrusts. you could feel him in your stomach as he pounded into you, feeling every inch, throb and twitch of his cock against your walls.
his hand gripped your hip and you tilted your head to watch his mushroom tip slip in and out of you, moaning at the sound of your own wetness. you wrap your legs around his middle and he lifts his hips up to fuck you at an angle that had you losing vision, your grunts and moans mixing together as he bends down to reconnect your lips for the third time tonight.
he speeds up, hips now moving at a pace that has your jaw snapping open. you don't even have to tell him that you're close, the way your moans of his name became more incoherent and the way your face began to crumple were signal enough. he moved his hand from your hip to between your thighs as he incessantly rubbed your clit, kissing your neck as you babbled praise against him, pleasure becoming overwhelming.
"oh, fuck." jongseob could barely hear his own voice breaking as you squeezed around him, his arms shook overtop of you and his thrusts became messier at the sound of you calling for him.
"jongseob! gonna— gonna come!" you sobbed, unable to stop the tears from flowing down your face, and you reached to pull him closer to you as you came around him. your gummy walls squeezed impossibly tighter, fluttering around his now twitching cock as he pulled out and spilled onto your stomach. he flopped down beside you, pressing kisses wherever his lips could reach as you both floated back to consciousness.
you shifted in your spot to look at him. "i don't believe you."
"huh?'
"you are not a virgin!"
"what? yes i am— ah— was." he sputters and you giggle, moving next to him to drape your arm over his middle and rest your face against his neck. he pressed a kiss to your forehead, then your cheek, then grabbed your chin to angle your face so he could kiss your lips. you sigh.
彡 — an unexpected storm crashes your night, and thank god you and jiung managed to get to the car before the rain’s turned heavy. yet when the train station you’ve asked him to drop you off to was surprisingly under construction from a system malfunction—you’re left with no choice but to stay the night over at your boyfriend’s place.
author’s note: i was in the middle of writing something for jongseob yesterday... until i opened twitter and oh my fucking god jiung looked so damn fine on live i almost wanted to eat a boulder. hence i present to you, this fic! also i love everything domestic and fluffy when it comes to jiung so that's how it is for the first part of this fic <3
word count: 4.5k
warnings: established relationship. cunnilingus, blowjob that turns into 69 (woah there), squirting, mentions of his tattoo
"y/n, you've been looking at me weird ever since i stepped foot in this restaurant." you almost choked at a meatball as you tried to laugh his words off, blinking in a frenzy because he must've caught you staring at him so intensely, pupils blown out, for the nth time this evening.
"yeah, um... sorry, it's just—it's just because you look really good tonight!"
you fiddle your fork around your pasta, surprised that only a sentence escaped your throat despite the whirlwind of thoughts in your head—his jet black hair falling over his face, his complementary full brows, down to his lips that are irresistibly a tinge of pink that you almost wanna reach over the table and kiss him. jiung's always so effortlessly charming that you might as well melt in your seat then and there.
"what kind of excuse is that… come on and eat your food, the way you sounded from your texts earlier, it must've been a really tiring day at work, am i right?" he utters, ever so caring like you never leave his mind. although the restaurant held a cozy, dimly lit atmosphere during dinner, you could still glimpse at how his brown blazer perfectly frames his broad shoulders and the white shirt from beneath that rumbles with every laugh echoing in his chest. you're only broken from your trance when he raises his fork strung with the pasta, urging you to have a taste.
"mhm. remind me to order this one the next time we come back." you gesture a finger over his plate, breaking into a subtle smile when you feel the pad of his thumb wipe away the sauce by the side of your lip.
frankly, you couldn't wait for when another date like this would follow, serving as your only savior from consecutive taxing days at work. jiung's constant texts and calls could only do so much for your pent-up frustration when missing him.
dinner wound up faster than you would like it to be. dejection was painted all over you as he walked you toward his car with his hand resting on the small of your back.
“jiung, could you just drop me off at the train station?” you spoke up once he unlocked the car, opening the passenger seat for you.
he hurriedly runs over to the other side of the car, the subtle patter of raindrops on the windshield hooking your attention. “there’s no need for that, i’ll drive you back to your apartment.”
“but… it’s going to get really late since you’re going to have to drive back to yours. aren’t you tired from work as well?” you turn to him after fastening your seatbelt.
“i’ll never be tired when it comes to you y/n.” his reply sent a flutter through your chest, struggling to take your eyes off his figure while he focused on the road before him.
it’s like he always knows the right words to make your heart skip a beat.
though it’s proved to be quite a challenge in your relationship to be living in apartments that are a distance apart from each other, jiung’s never acted like it’s such an inconvenience for him, always as admirably unfazed and composed as the first time you fell for him.
“no, really… babe, you’ve already done so much for me this evening. i can manage on my own.” you firmly press on, his hand trailing down to shortly caress your thigh before going back to the steering wheel.
“if you say so then~ i’m always a call away if you need me, alright?”
the drizzle from before had long brewed into a storm as the raindrops now rattle harshly against the glass. jiung’s driving a lot more carefully now, the night stretching out more than ever. at this point, he wanted to pose his offer to you from earlier. there’s no way he’s going to let you out on your own in this raging weather.
“good thing we already got in the car before the rain worsened,” he mumbles, preparing to take a turn to the right as you near the train station.
you begin shuffling in your seat to ready your bag and an umbrella until you're met with the sight of clamor right outside the train station. scanning outside your window, it's unfortunate how dozens of people appear stranded, trying to catch a ride from cabs.
“this station’s apparently closed for the meantime, there’s something they have to fix. and… i guess it’s taking longer than usual because of the rain.” you turn back to your boyfriend, face lit from the glow of his phone as he scrolls through local news.
you slump back into your seat, watching him maneuver the car back onto the road.
“are you really sure you’re okay driving all the way to my place? i could pay for the gas.” you offer, tipping your head slightly to the side.
“there’s no need for that—”
“please, jiung… it’s the least i could do for tonight…” you further beg, reaching out a hand over his arm, enough to not disturb him while he drives.
“hmm… my apartment isn’t as far from here, compared to yours. you know you could always stay the night with me? then i’ll just drive you to your workplace the following morning.”
you look away, pondering for a minute. “i’d love to be with you longer for tonight, but it’s not like you don’t have work tomorrow either. you’d drive twice as far since mine’s the opposite way as yours.”
jiung huffs out a quick sigh. “if only i wasn’t driving right now, i’d probably be pinching your cheeks until you just let me take care of you.” you let out a laugh at his words, your gaze following the trickle of the rain down the window.
“...and why wouldn’t i wanna do it if it means i’ll get to start my mornings with you.”
there he goes again, kindling a flicker of rush through your heart, ultimately letting him have the final word.
it was a comfortable silence for the rest of the ride, finding yourself at jiung's apartment in no time. the storm still hadn't quelled as the evening progressed, yet it felt much cozier within the confines of your boyfriend's bedroom as you waited for him to finish his shower.
you were quite surprised he hadn't asked you to bathe together—usually enjoying how he gets to do the scrubbing for you while occasionally leaving kisses despite the soap suds on your body.
jiung let you enter his apartment first, especially since you already have a copy of his keys, letting you know he'd also come right after since he's gonna check something in his car for a short while.
you were in the middle of getting dressed when you feel yourself getting engulfed into a warm hug, his perfume partly replaced with the smell of his body wash. it's not difficult to anticipate the gentle kisses that follow, and the familiar trail of jiung's lips from the back of your head, trailing towards your shoulder before finally resting his chin on it to try and peck your cheek next.
as he does so, you squirm within his grip, erupting into a chuckle. "at least let me get fully dressed first," you playfully banter, sliding into a pair of shorts and a shirt you've left at his place from times you've slept over from before.
you perch on the bed afterward, further scooting backward once he kneels on the mattress as well, toppling his figure over yours and rendering you immobile.
"jiung, what're you---" you struggle talking when he settles his weight over you, his arms sneaking beneath your body in a tight embrace. "let's stay like this for a while."
truly, there's no such thing as 'a while' for jiung. not a single bone of subtlety in his body when he wants to get it known to you that he wants something. he's boldly nuzzling his face impossibly closer into the crook of your neck, his tongue darting out, warm like a spark against your skin.
similarly, his hand runs over your body. snaking a hand past your hip, shamelessly brushing into your inner thigh before retreating once he's drawn a gasp from your throat. your fingers cling tightly to his shoulder, his wet lips still busy on your neck, resuming his brazen movements from your waist over to the swell of your breast, fondling rather harshly until he pinches your nipple through the fabric.
you're startled when you emit a strained whine, turning hazy by the minute. "what is it now jiung..."
the mattress dips shortly when he pulls away, his touch unwavering as his hands reach down to lace through yours. "i wanted to offer to massage you since you were probably tired from today, but..."
his words dwindle once his eyes come into focus, your body lying vulnerable underneath him. though his shadow's cast over you, it felt like you had his gaze spellbound from how he struggled to turn away. meeting the sight of your parted lips heaving out light breaths, your hair, disheveled, almost sorry because he knows you just finished showering. yet when his eyes flicker down to your bare tummy peeking below the hem of your shirt, he knows there's no turning back for him anymore.
"i could see you're getting other ideas than... that."
jiung clears his throat at your words, blinking away from his trance.
"i would be the happiest if you let me." he's playfully fiddling with your fingers, eager to hear a reply. "i want to let you relax, i know you're spent from today."
you hold your tongue, watching as he approaches the edge of the bed while his hands shift to rest over your thighs. he takes it up a mile when he completely rises, leaving the bed to kneel on the floor, his hands firmly grasping onto your flesh before pulling you closer to him as he could.
you couldn't resist a gasp from his abrupt pull, desperately dragging your shorts off, leaving the garment to get lost on the floor.
it's tough to find the right words when jiung's swift to splay his hands over the plush of your thighs once more, watching as your legs fall apart before him. your breath is caught in your throat when his gentle eyes flicker to lock onto yours, yet you feel much more exposed when he's got you in such a vulgar position. however, his gaze isn't one to expect a reply drawn from you, knowing full well you're only capable of noises and whines at your abashed state.
"mhm..." the sensation of his hum on your skin vibrates like electricity through your veins, beginning a languid pace of nipping over the expanse of your inner thigh. it's so obscene that if it weren't for the barrier your panties served, jiung's met with the sight of your pussy, hole pulsating with a drip of your glistening arousal. you couldn't know for sure if it's already seeped a damp spot through the fabric.
as you peered down, you couldn’t refrain from tugging on a tuft of his hair, a desperate attempt to hurry him. he remained resolute nevertheless, eyes shut tight he focused on your thighs hooked over his shoulders. it felt like his hot kisses were promptly rising closer to your clothed cunt, doubting that it may just be your imagination until you’re shaken out of your reverie from an unexpected sting.
you glance down once more, only now realizing your head has been thrown back against the mattress. jiung’s finger pulls the hem of your panties taut before letting it snap again, ripping a whine from your chest.
"i want you to keep your eyes on me though,” your heartbeat mirrors the harsh patter of raindrops against the bedroom window, bringing you back down to earth. much like the raging storm brewing outside, the surge of desire pooling in your stomach heightened your senses.
“miss the way you taste." he ends his sentence, nudging his nose against your clothed pussy, moving upward to bump ever so slightly on your clit as you let out a lazy mewl.
jiung licks you through your panties, the tip of his tongue prodding and prodding as he tries to trace tantalizingly around your hole. he replaces it with the flat of his tongue headily dragging up until he feels the bump of your clit on his wet muscle and promptly sucks.
“ahh… fuck, jiung…” you’re melting into bliss once he encloses his lips around your bud tight, suckling wet and hungry as if it were his oasis. continuously flicking his warm tongue repeatedly, watching your legs shudder when all of a sudden he stops, leaving you hanging out of nowhere.
you’re whining out, brows narrowed as you crack from your pleasured daze. “why’d you stop?” he winces from your harsh pull on his scalp, refusing to meet your eyes. you didn’t miss the grin he had on his lips, shiny from spit and you wish he would’ve just dived back in already.
yet he’s just teasingly thumbing through your panties, remaining wordless as you buck your hips up, desperate for the slightest touch of the pad of his finger on your clit.
"jiung... just take it off, please—i don’t know what you’re even waiting for anymore." you cry out, voice punctuated in tones of impatience.
"i want to hear you say that you want this as much as i do. can you do it for me?" he asks, painstakingly swirling a thumb over your swollen bud.
"yes! yes, jiung please…” he feels his cock twitch from your needy sobs, fingers already trailing toward the hem of your panties. “just eat me out, please, jiung… i want your tongue on me!”
that was all it took for him to pull your legs together, raised, so he could slide your panties off before letting your thighs rest over his shoulders once more.
you could feel his breath fanning against your bare folds, raking your nails over the sheets in anticipation. whilst jiung had an arm draped over one of your thighs, his other hand reached closer to your cunt, his thumb tugging lightly so he could get a better view—just enough so he could drag the flat of his tongue over your sweet cunny, flicking the tip as he reaches your clit.
“no matter how many times i eat you out,” he utters, shortly licking a strip before finishing his words. “just can’t seem to get enough of you.”
it was the last you’ve heard of jiung before he began a pace of rapid kitten licks over your sensitive clit, your hand flying towards his hair once he encloses his lips over your bud and sucks, wetly—making your knees tremble as they lay hung over his frame.
he lay still, hunched over your lower body as he works you into ecstasy, a medley of languidly swirling his wet muscle around your clit and switching to firm, fast licks until he’s had you writhing and sobbing out his name in a chant. he heaves you down, carefully lapping over the slick of your folds and your hole, ultimately burying his face further between your thighs as he delves his tongue into the hole of your cunny.
you’re such a mess, falling apart as he lets your arousal collect on his tongue, moaning when he feels the plush of your walls clamp around him, overwhelmingly making you fuck yourself against his mouth when his nose bumps over your swollen clit.
and just when you couldn’t fathom what else he could do to render you pliant from the meager use of his mouth, jiung forcefully grasps your thighs spread, effortlessly slipping a finger into your cunt as his lips move to latch over your clit and abuse it with his tongue.
“oh, god. jiung—feels so fucking good,” the air within his bedroom felt intoxicating as you let yourself succumb to pleasure. the constant suckling of his mouth matched the noise of his slender finger sinking into your cunny, slick, filthy noises turning the atmosphere heated by the minute.
close, close, you’re so fucking close. the repeated squelch of your gushing pussy felt humiliating, your heart hammering as you let out ragged moans between calls of his name. no one else could see you in such a helpless, embarrassing state, driven mad over his bed. the same bed he’s touched himself to the thought of pleasuring you to his utmost desire.
and now he’s doing it to you once more.
jiung slips in another finger, groaning around your swollen bud when he realizes how wet he’s made of you from the patch of arousal that’s pooled onto his sheets. continuing the thrusts of his digits into your cunny, watching the way you engulf him through your folds. and he just curls—curls his fingers knowing you’d begin rutting up to his mouth eager for release.
“want it, want it, want it, jiung—please!” you sob out, almost as if tears were welling at the corners of your eyes as you couldn’t stop yourself from breathily moaning in chase of your high, cheeks burning in bliss.
he’ll never say a word, at least not for now, but it fuels his ego that he’s the only one who could topple you over the edge—out of your mind as he finds your g-spot and prods his fingers there, staying, almost making out with your cunt from the way he’s sucking even more that he wants the cord in you to snap, just groaning flush against your swollen bud as he thrusts his digits impossibly faster—his chin slick with your arousal as he receives for more, feeling you cum all over his fingers getting sucked further into the squeeze of your cunt and trying to push his head away even though your thighs are clamped tight over his cheeks.
it was then when he pulled away from your trembling figure, he took in your spent image that fell apart on his bed, your fingers numb while your legs lay limp as your moans died down along with your high. he kisses your clit once more, maybe even the last time he would when he feels the weak push of your hand on his forehead.
“no more…” your soft spoke, meeting his eyes again when he hovers over you on his bed, admiring the gorgeous angel he’s turned blissed out of their mind.
fuck. he knows for sure, yours is the prettiest pussy he’s ever tasted and will ever pleasure.
jiung moves in an attempt to fetch you a glass of water, yet he doesn’t even make it out of the bed when he feels you tug on his fingertips, flashing you a questioning expression. “jiung, you’re hard.”
it was from your words that he came back to his senses, the bulge in his shorts serving quite the trouble, although he doesn’t want to bother you further.
“don’t worry about it y/n, you don’t have to do anything about it.” you almost wanted to curse at him, from how selfless he’s been treating you ever since the evening began, but all you could muster was to rest on your elbows.
“no, no. let me, please. after all you’ve done for me tonight…” you urge him to position himself closer to the headboard, recalling how he’s paid for dinner, drove you around, and… made you cum in the span of one night. “the least you could let me do is to return the favor.”
“alright then, but… i’d like to make a simple request.” you raise your gaze toward him, awaiting an answer as you straddle his body while his head softly hits the pillow.
“i couldn’t have you leaning over like that.”
he gestures towards your knees, still trembling from the afterglow of your orgasm.
he hurriedly rids himself off his shirt, followed by the rest of his undergarments. it was only then that you remembered the tattooed butterflies over his torso, ever so sultry, leading down further until you’re met with the sight of his cock, tip leaky and begging to get pleasured.
“you can sit on me while you…” he struggles to string his words together, anticipating the shocked look on your face as he holds his arms out for you to reach closer.
“jiung… im still a little bit sensitive from earlier i don’t think i can handle another—”
“dont worry baby, im not gonna touch you! i mean, i will touch you… but i’ll just keep my hands on your thighs. i promise.”
and so you shift at his words, straddling his chest as you lean over to the direction of his cock. it’s such a shameful position to be solely sucking him off with your ass so close to his face, especially now that his touch is ghosting over your thighs, keeping you snug in place.
he’s been needy for the longest this evening despite choosing to be such a giver, heavily panting out the moment he feels your tongue swipe over his slit. fuck, the swirl of your wet muscle dragging over his heavy tip was something he’s never realized he’d been yearning for, his breath hitching, fading into a groan when you finally engulf as much of him as you can in your warm mouth.
he’s heavy on your tongue, yet all you could wish for was for him to not moan out so seductively distracting. your hole’s clenching around nothing at this point, trying to focus on the way you sloppily wrapped your cock with his mouth as you bobbed your head.
“ahh… y/n, fuck—more.” you couldn’t resist getting aroused once more, especially from the way he was moaning your name out so passionately, the rumble of his chest from constant groans traveling straight to your core, a familiar surge burning up within your tummy.
and where else would jiung look at aside from your ass, right in front of him, his piercing gaze descending to your cunt. although his eyes could've been shut tight from the pleasure, he'd still feel you, slick dripping down just an inch past his collarbones.
it's like you're testing him on purpose. he doesn't want to break his promise to you, even though he badly wants to latch his mouth on your cunny once more with abandon. he can't help it, nails digging crescents on the flesh of your thigh as his breathing grew ragged, dragging him back to the present as he has to deal with the constant slobber of your sucking and the lewd image of your cunt.
it must mean you're aroused though, if your pussy's making such a wet mess over him. regardless if it were a mix of his spit and your earlier orgasm currently oozing out, his mind's running on nothing but his need for you.
he just can't help it. you weren't sure what to make of the sudden apologies jiung uttered simultaneously at your messy eating, unintentionally hollowing your cheeks at his rough pull towards his mouth, ultimately latching his lips over your folds for the second time.
"mhmph—jiung, i told you..." you cry out, pulling away from his length with a string of spit connected to your bottom lip, glistening. your mind wandered back into pleasure as you still try keeping your furious pace of stroking his cock, despite your mind turning cloudy from the repeated lapping of his tongue on your clit—knowing full well you're still recovering from your climax not too long ago.
oh, but god, he didn't have to be so good at eating you out that you're shamelessly bucking your hips, trying to meet the way his tongue darts out towards your folds.
you tried your hardest to take him into your mouth once more, but you just couldn't keep a steady pace. your fist looked helpless, stroking him erratically while you're left tearfully moaning out as he lets you ride his face in a rush of lust. working each other towards the edge of climax, as you rut over him.
from an outside perspective, it would seem it was just you falling apart, vision blurring as you relished the flicking of jiung's tongue on your sensitive clit, your grip loosening on his cock—'til you're left clawing over his tattooed butterflies in pure bliss.
you're choking out sobs at this point, no doubt nearing your orgasm by the second. oh, but there's just something quite different with the way the spring in your tummy coils tight, your veins growing much hotter as the only thing you could hear was the pounding of your heart in your ears.
"ohhh, fuck---jiung, jiung, can't!" he anticipates the tremble rushing through the plush of your thighs, delving the tip of his tongue into your cunny before he's met with an abrupt wetness splattering all over his chin, warm on his neck and a sticky splotch on the sheets—god, you're just giving him more reasons to wanna ravish you further.
and if there's one thing he's been dreaming of, he didn't expect it would be such a hot sight for you to squirt all over him, almost feeling like his fingertips held a spark as he worked you through your messy high.
“that was…hot, oh… fuck, y/n...” he curses through his breath, unexpectedly cumming just from watching you fall apart and squirting all over him. it was unfortunate how he couldn’t see the way he released all over your face, your lips stricken with his sticky cum as you attempt to lick the sides of your mouth clean before your head falls back over his torso in an attempt to clean the cum off the tattoo.
silence fell upon the room, and at this point the storm had fizzled down a little bit, almost finding yourself drawn to slumber until jiung gently flipped you over, your back against his soft mattress.
“i’ll be right back, alright?” you could almost make out the image of your boyfriend through your heavy lids, his chin and chest dripping wet—embarrassingly because of you.
yet time blurred out of your control as you couldn’t even feel ashamed about it, only to shortly wake up in freshly replaced sheets and clothes, your chest to the mattress.
the cozy smell of vanilla wafts through the room, a subtle glow at the corner of your eye from the candle over his dresser.
jiung really pushed through with his words, his hands gentle yet firm as he massages the muscles on your back, almost feeling yourself doze back to sleep as he quells each ache with his movements.
“feel better now baby?”
he notices you’ve finally woken up, leaning down to press a soft kiss over your shoulder before resuming his massages.
“you must’ve felt really spent, i’m sorry… i couldn’t help myself. i’ll try to hold myself back, next time.”
you reply with a low hum, closing your eyes to focus on relaxing under your touch.
yet knowing jiung and his persistent attitude—coupled with the first time he’s made you squirt, you’re certain he’s miserably going to fail in trying to stay true to his words.
…but is it really that bad if he’s making you feel good though?
— a/n: you've made it this far... thank you for reading my debut fic on tumblr! if you enjoyed, please consider reblogging and i would love to hear your thoughts as well!
♡ genre/warnings: fluff semi-inspired by love story, p1h (aka my fav p1h song!!) and a mini-continuation of neighbourly visits (but can be read as a standalone!)
♡ word count: 2,469 words
♡ summary: jiung's been acting weird and distant all week. but everything changes when you receive an mcountdown backstage pass in the mail...
♡ author’s note: hey guys! i've been thinking about this one for awhile. perhaps i should make it into a mini-series? pls let me know what you think (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
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“She’s here, Jiung.”
“What?” Jiung gasped in shock. Turning to Jongseob, he asked urgently with firm hands grasping on his friends’ shoulders, “Where is she?”
“Dressing room 3, the one with the stage costumes.”
Jiung was about to run off, but turned around to quickly express his gratitude. “Thanks, man.”
Jongseob nodded with an understanding smile. “Don’t mess it up this time.”
Jiung shot him a nervous smile before disappearing into a blur of orange and white amongst the backstage hallways.
You were sitting on the couch in the middle of the quiet dressing room, eyes darting around nervously. You crossed, then uncrossed your legs a few times, uncertain.
You felt out of place. You’ve never attended a music show screening before, let alone been inside the building where the recordings took place. You were usually a self-assured, confident person, but striking, glittery costumes of all shapes, sizes and colours surrounded you, and you couldn’t help but to look down at your own clothes – just a normal t-shirt and jeans. Plain, like the rest of you.
Which is one of the reasons, if not the main reason, why you were so nervous right now. In the past few weeks since you visited Jiung in the hospital, you had undoubtedly gotten closer to your former-childhood neighbour-turned-popular K-Pop idol. You went over to their dorms a bunch of times to drop off food and side dishes that your mother sent for him, and took him out on gentle walks around the outskirts of Seoul. You even accompanied him and his mother for dinner when she came to visit him last weekend.
But it was… for the lack of better words, getting a little bit confusing for you. On one hand, you knew that you two were clearly not together. Yet, on the other hand, it seemed to you like you were more than just friends. Which begs the question, what were you to him, exactly?
The past week since his mother’s visit had been odd. You understood that, as an idol, his schedule was hectic and unpredictable. However, when before he used to answer you within the hour, he started leaving more and more of your messages on read. It felt like you were talking to a wall. And the one time you did meet up for ice cream in the middle of the night after his dance practice, you could tell that his mind was elsewhere. It felt like he wasn’t even really there, and like he didn’t want to hang out with you, but was forced to.
That was on Wednesday. After gobbling up your ice cream, you made some stupid excuse about having to double-check something for work and left earlier than you anticipated. You initially thought that the two of you would take a stroll around the Han River, but given his state, you decided to just leave without another word.
Which was why, when you came home on Friday after work and found a ticket and backstage pass for MCountdown in your mailbox, you were stunned. You quickly searched up the show’s lineup, and sure enough, P1Harmony were performing on Sunday night. You weren’t entirely sure what it meant, and whether or not it was even a good idea to show up, but after talking to a few close friends about it, you made the decision to go. After all, what’s the worst that could happen, right?
Which brings you to the current situation – phone lying idly by your side, teeth gnawing at your lips, and fingers fidgeting with the ends of a sequin dress hanging beside you. Why did he invite you here? Your mind began to spiral in the empty space, where only muffled instrumentals could be heard from the faraway performance stage. You felt like you were always lingering around the peripherals of Jiung’s life, never floating in the same orbit, let alone galaxy, as him. Because let’s be honest, until a few weeks ago when he let you slip in by the backdoor of his life, him, and his voice, were merely something you could only savour from behind a wall, or behind a screen.
Was it, perhaps… Did he call me here to end it?
The door burst wide open at that moment, revealing a very out-of-breath, yet impeccably dressed and styled Jiung.
Figures, you thought, as you scanned the boy in front of you from head to toe and rose to your feet. He had a blue knitted shawl thrown over a white long sleeve, and… what were those? Hand warmers? You never really understood fashion anyways.
Jiung took a few seconds to catch his breath and compose himself, not daring to meet your eyes lest they betray him for even a second. When he was rushing to see you before the performance, heck, even when he slipped the backstage passes into your mailbox, truthfully, he wasn’t really thinking.
See, Jiung was new to this whole… feelings thing. He never used to acknowledge them, let alone think about, process, or talk about them to another person. Growing up, he learned that bottling things up was the quickest and most efficient way to deal with difficult emotions, and that it was the best way to ensure he got back into work. But for some reason, after you reappeared in his life, he started to realise that his default coping mechanisms weren’t that foolproof after all.
And now, he wants to take a big step towards working on this flaw of his. If he could just work up the nerve to look you in the eye…
You cleared your throat, somewhat uncomfortably.
His head shot up in alarm, like a deer caught in headlights. With wide eyes, he stared at you. You stared back at him. Both of you tried to remain expressionless, unsure of what the other was thinking. Both of you had so much to say, but neither had the guts to break the silence.
“I’m sorry I was an ass –”
“Do you hate me –?”
The two of you spoke in unison, overlapping voices filling the dressing room.
Jiung closed his eyes and took a deep breath upon hearing your words. “What I wanted to say was,” A heavy exhale. “I’m sorry. I was being an ass. And no, I don’t hate you.” He chuckled humorlessly. “In fact, it’s quite the opposite.” He muttered, more to himself than anything.
But you heard him. “Yeah,” You laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah, you kinda were an ass.”
“It’s just…” He was looking down at the ground, but his body unconsciously moved closer and closer, towards you, like there was a gravitational pull towards your entire being. “It’s… I didn’t know what to do.”
“About what?” You found yourself moving forward voluntarily, taking baby steps towards him.
“About…” He waved his hands in the air. “About all this. About us…”
Your face fell. You took a step back. “Oh.” You exhaled, feeling your heart sink into a bottomless chasm.
“It’s hard for me, you know? It’s confusing. I got confused.”
Your lips start to tremble. At first, you were so sure that nothing could be worse than absolute radio silence from Jiung. Turns out, this was worse, much worse. Actually hearing his voice utter these words to you were like daggers aimed at your poor soul. “Yeah, you know what? I should probably go.” You just wanted to get out as quickly as possible, and started to make a beeline for the door, but –
“Wait! Listen, please,” He pleaded, finally looking up at you just as you were about to walk past him and out of his life, again. He couldn’t let that happen. “Can you just… Hug me? Please? If that’s okay with you…”
You had so many questions swimming around in your mind but you chose to not think and just did as he said. “But you hate hugs,” You whispered, as your arms came around his waist and his wrapped around your shoulders.
“Yeah, but, not really. I get less distracted this way.” Jiung muttered in response, and you could feel his chest vibrate against yours. It almost made you feel warm, almost. “Cos I have something important to tell you.” And the sinking feeling returned once more.
You hummed, indicating that you were listening and encouraging him to go on – even though a part of yourself knew what was coming and didn’t want this, whatever it was, to end.
“Y/N, you know me. You’ve known me for a long time. You know me, even before all of this. So trust me when I say, it is hard to deal with my feelings and my emotions. Like you said that time in the hospital, I am not good at dealing with these things. And it’s true, I do bottle them up. But…” He thought for a second, before continuing. “The reason I do it is because it was something that was modelled to me when I was younger, and it was all I knew, and that was how I coped. I avoid things – people, situations, messages, and I run away.”
You nodded. “I know.”
“The past few weeks have been really, really good. I really enjoyed it – all of it. The walks, the food we shared, and just, the time we spent together. I will cherish those memories forever. But…”
You gulped.
“But last weekend, when my mum saw me and asked me about it, I got scared. I don’t know why. She told me that it looked like I got my spark back again, like I was smiling how I used to before. And she asked, whether it was because of you, and what we were. And truthfully, I didn’t know how to answer her, because technically, we weren’t anything.”
You tried to struggle out of his grip at this point because it was too much. Listening to him was too much. But he only held you firmer; wrapped his arms around you a little tighter.
“And then I realised, I never really stop and think about these things. All my life, I just let all my feelings, the good, the bad, and everything in between – I just let them wash over me. And I never really process them, but I never really let them go either. And it wasn’t until the other day when I was walking along the river and I passed the fried chicken place that it hit me. Do you know what I was thinking about when I saw it?”
“What?” You grumbled into his shirt, feeling partially drained from the heavy emotions and anxiousness.
“I wasn’t even thinking about the chicken, or eating the chicken, or having the beer with the chicken. Or how good the rice cakes would taste. I thought, wow, wouldn’t it be perfect, if you were here with me, and we had chicken for supper together?”
“Hmm?” You were confused.
Jiung laughed. “God, I’m so bad at this. What I’m trying to say is,” He loosened his grip so he could face you, eye to eye this time, whilst still holding your body close to his. “It hit me then. I used to go about my life, thinking just about me, or my work, what I want to eat, or what I want to do. And ever since you came into my life, now, all I can think about is you. Everything reminds me of you. The chicken, the walks, a nice park, a good song I heard, a shirt that I saw… I see it, and I think – what would Y/N think of this? What would Y/N prefer? That’s what I want to know. And that’s what scared me. Because not only was it my feelings, but it was also you – your feelings and thoughts were outside of my control because… I can’t read your mind, and because it was heavily implied that if I ever broke your heart I would not be allowed back into my mother’s house, and, and…”
“And?” You asked gently, with a soft, encouraging smile painted on your lips. You understood, now.
“And it’s scary. Feelings are scary. They’re big, and they’re scary. But I want to be brave now, because I want to learn how to deal with them properly, and because I want to own up to them so I can treat you right.”
The pause brought about a silence which allowed his words to sink in.
“Because,” Jiung pulled you impossibly close. You could feel his warm breath against your cheeks, and his thundering heart against his ribcage, mirroring yours. “Because in case it wasn’t super obvious, I really, really like you.” He said, letting out a shaky breath, lips turning upwards in a nervous smile.
You bit your bottom lip and giggled silently, meeting his vulnerable eyes with your cheeky crescent moons.
“Why…” Jiung paused. “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
You laughed in response, pulling slightly away from him but still firmly holding on.
“What… Why?”
You shook your head before bursting into another fit of giggles. “You started it! You gave me the silent treatment. I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.”
“I… What? Y/N?”
You couldn’t help smiling at his shocked expression, staring at you in disbelief as the cogs in his brain turned ever so slowly. “Oh my god, Jiung, just shut up and kiss me already.”
“I –”
His eyes grew as wide as saucers as you pulled him by the collar, down to your height. Any words he had died in his mouth as your lips finally touched. His brain short circuited for a few seconds, trying and failing to register how soft your plump pillows felt against his, and the subtle sweetness of your strawberry lipbalm, and oh, oh, your tongue, and your hands threading through his orange hair (his stylist was going to give him an earful later), and oh – they’re moving down –
“Jiung!” A voice yelled from the other side of the door. “Ten minutes!”
“Shit,” He mumbled as you began to nibble on his bottom lip in fervour. Jiung let out a pained groan. “Y/N, Y/N, I have to… I have to go, I…”
“Hmm?” You pulled away, but not without a loud smooch and a thin string of saliva connecting both of your lips. You batted your eyelashes up at him, giving him the sweetest smile you could muster.
“Five minutes.” Jiung looked at you sternly, but his wide smile betrayed him. “Five minutes, that’s all we get.”
“Plenty of time.” You reassured him before lacing your fingers with his and getting cosy on the couch.
Needless to say, the stylists had their work cut out for them before he had to race on stage.
Feeling insane rn thinking abt marking up piwon of vice versa...just in need of clingy possessive piwon in general
piwon x fem!reader: when they mark you up! – wc: 2.3k
warnings: mdni, lots and lots of hickeys
a/n: piwon at waterbomb in less then 24 hours... no im not okay😵💫
KEEHO . . . it's undeniable that one of your favorite qualities about him is his lips, something not secret to him as well—using that fact to abuse where you're sensitive. playfully littering kisses over your neck down to your collarbones when he's feeling particularly clingy that day. along with the bone-crushing hug he just sensed he had to get done somehow after missing you for so long.
aside from that though, you're quite surprised to find out he's also fond of biting, nipping at you around the same level he enjoys delicate kisses... all for the reason he's so obsessed with the cute noises he's able to coax out of you. kyo loves to try anything and everything just to get you choking out gasps he's never heard before. the similar yearning runs through your nerves as well, anticipating the crude noises he also likes to make while you suckle on his skin instead. he's not exactly shy in letting you know you're making him feel good anyway.
“ah—kyo, that…feels,” you fail to finish your sentence as you feel your boyfriend greedily nibbling on your skin, his head tipped closely in between where your shoulder and neck meet, tongue ghosting over the bruise he’d finished harshly marking on you.
“i know you could take it for me, okay?” and it wasn’t even his cock making you fall apart like that for him to say something so suggestive. “mhm…” he feels the vibration of your hum against his lips trailing down your throat, his large hand is tightly clutched on your waist as if he could ply you into any position he wants. you could only quiver beneath his grip as you wallowed in the repercussions of purposefully teasing him before, and now all kyo wanted to do was make a mess of you, with the bold splotches he’d left with his rough kisses. surely no one would try to take you away from him once he’s marked you as his? it’s not his fault he gets jealous rather easily.
+ it’s an equally feverish situation when you’re the one who’s eager to stain his skin with hickeys in return—the air within the room thick as the proof of your passionate exchange, his figure embracing you tight, your cunt helplessly clenches around his length at the same time. it’s a bit embarrassing as you pull away from the crook of his neck, failing to realize you’d already drooled much over his skin as he makes you choke out a sob with every thrust. oftentimes kyo wouldn’t let you mark him up because it’s such a visible area of his body, except he couldn’t easily pull away from you right now that he’s chasing his high deep inside your cunt. loving the way you can still smell his perfume as you lock your lips around a spot, hearing him provocatively moan against your ear. he absolutely knows how he drives you mad with his noises.
THEO . . . takes pleasure in talking you through it, whilst marking you up.
he loves holding your wrists flush against the mattress as you sit under his looming shadow, your top messily unbuttoned open with a few patches of his spit—evident of how he started impatiently sucking on your nipples through the fabric. “taeyang… wanna touch you.” he’s effortlessly making you whimper out for him the moment he’s sloped his head down the valley between your breasts. the tip of his tongue grazing upwards to lick a teasing stripe, turning to suck at the flesh of your boob as he massages the other. “not yet, not until i'm done reminding you of who you belong to.” arching your back further toward his touch like a moth to a flame, mind spinning as he pinches your nipple where his mouth couldn’t take care of. “remind you that i'm the only one who could kiss you here,” he begun, pressing a gentle peck over your bud before going back to brush his lips at the previous hickeys he’s left. “touch you here and—” he trails off once more, and you couldn’t help but peer down at his words when you felt his hand trail down your thigh, “make you feel this good.” he's left watching as your lips part in a breathy moan, abruptly dragging his finger over your soaked panties, making you clench around nothing.
+ oh… marking up taeyang is such a sight though. pulling away as a strand of spit snaps between your lips and his neck. you take a second to admire the image of his head slightly thrown back, hair fallen over his eyes that you try to shift away as you push yourself impossibly closer to him. the chair creaks beneath you as your clothed cunt grinds on his bulge, darting your tongue to trace along his throat with his adam’s apple bobbing as he tries to keep his groans of pleasure at bay. yet all it does is make him look like a hotter sight than before—bottom lip so swollen and bruised that you just wanna keep on kissing him.
JIUNG . . . you’ve gotta be a little bit careful in trying to push his buttons on purpose, because more often than not there’s no going back when he’s lost his patience.
“it’s so difficult being together with someone as pretty as you,” though his words were murmured, you’ve never seen jiung blink up at you like this before—almost as if he could make you melt into a puddle with his intense gaze. “everyone’s trying to test my limit.” his exhale fans against your panties in front of him, almost salivating at the sight of the damp spot on the fabric. unlike how he usually handles you like you’re fragile porcelain, jiung arms are locked around your thighs like a vice, his nails digging crescents rather harshly on your skin. the perfect compliment to the stinging marks he’s previously suckled on to the plush of your inner thighs. your breath’s faltering as soon as he traces the crease between your thigh and hip using his warm tongue, heart racing as he rubs slow circles over your sensitive clit through your panties. jiung loves to mark you up in hidden places, in a hushed reminder that it’s only him who gets to make you writhe this way, ultimately craning himself back over to your sopping cunt, almost making out with it as he repeatedly tries to prod his wet muscle right where your hole must be. you let out a sob of frustration as you realize, jiung’s taking much more of his time before he decides on slipping your panties off you :(
+ as for when he’s on the receiving end though, it mostly happens amid his sessions at the studio. your pent-up frustration begging for attention as he tries to focus on his work-in-progress files on his monitor, yet he doesn’t wanna stop you—for the sake of letting you be his drive for inspiration. with every push of your hips against his as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck is another song waiting to be written about you. jiung huffs out in bliss, trying to etch in his memory the way your lips felt on his skin as he attempts to hide your vulgar escapades through subtle instrumentals and lyrics.
INTAK . . . nothing's even happening and he's already pouncing at you for no reason. intak assumes that everyone sees you the way he does (would worship the ground you walk on, have them wrapped around your finger). so to other people's eyes, he thinks you must be that gorgeous to them as well... he's so overly possessive to the point he's fighting invisible people that wanna steal you... i say it's one of his charming qualities😴
i think his favorite place to give you hickeys is on your inner thighs. and while it’s rather a much-hidden area compared to other parts of your body, intak loves being in between your legs and potentially having the sides of his face squished with the plush of your thighs.
“you’re mine, my pretty baby.” he utters, before plants a delicate kiss over your skin, lips staying pressed before beginning to suckle purplish bruises scattered wherever his mouth could reach. intak’s hand trails from your thigh towards the hem of your panties, the pad of his fingers like electric to the touch—evident of your burning desire. “hngh, ‘tak… more…” you drew in a breath after begging out, watching is your boyfriend slips your panties right off. yet you could only muster up a whine as he doesn’t show a sign of paying attention to your sopping cunt, continuing the way he locks his lips over littered spots to mark you up. and though your toes are curling inwards from the torment he’s seemingly trying to achieve, you’re unknowing of his leaking cock restrained by his pants, that only he could do is pathetically hump the mattress while he marks you up. god, it’s gonna prove much more difficult to keep himself from cumming on giving you hickeys alone—especially when he’s met with the sultry sight of your cunt clenching around nothing, poorly dripping with your arousal on the sheets beneath you. he's not lasting long without reaching his orgasm, untouched.
+ intak’s not shy about giving praises when you’re the one who wants to mark him up in return, cradling your head closer as you rest on his exposed shoulder, chest vibrating against yours while he lets his groans spill out. bucking up at you like he’s helpless, even though he could always manhandle you easily when he wants to shift positions. yet he doesn’t move unless you say a word. “m-more baby, we need to let them know i'm yours."
SOUL . . . shota's favorite activity to unwind after a long day is to mark you up as you cuddle in bed, maybe even thread your fingers through his hair while he does it, he'll go insane... you begin to wonder why you dream of shota these days until you find out it's probably your subconscious connecting your senses to your mind, because you'll often wake up to your legs falling apart from each other, shota still with bed hair as he suckles hickeys on your inner thighs. and it's when you're trailing back towards last night's memories, asking yourself if it still wasn't enough of a fuck for him that he wants to go for another round the moment he's woken you up. oh, but it's so hard to resist him though, peering up at you with his beady eyes in a plead. you try to sit up with quite the struggle as your boyfriend doesn't budge, settling his weight over your legs. "but your neck has visible hickeys though, you can't go to work like that." you huff out a 'huh', trailing your fingers over your neck as you peek down on him once more. now he's rubbing his cheek on your hickey-covered thigh, an obvious attempt to appeal to you... knowing full well it's difficult to resist when he gets too adorable at times. "shota... i can cover this up with some foundation. i can't just call off for work so suddenly," your words fall on deaf ears though. he digs his nails further into the plush of your thigh not as harshly, focusing his attention on pressing wet kisses on your marks. maybe being a little late for today wouldn't hurt too bad... would it?
+ what motivates you a lot to mark him up though… his whimpers could get so adorable, be so good for you to turn his head further so you’ll have more access to his neck, make him fall apart and he’s all yours !
JONGSEOB . . . rattle his patience and he’s gonna have his way with you😵💫
only tracing back these memories once he's able to browse the photos he's taken of you all marked up. either taken on his phone or from his digital camera as he got them printed out. anything works... as long as he could touch himself at the sight of these photos. and the thing about it is, he's almost always gotta have his hand on you somewhere before he snaps a picture. he'll caress the slight crease on a photo of your neck littered with hickeys, coming into focus how your lips are sucking so eagerly on his thumb as he cupped your jaw. fuck, he absolutely misses pinning you down just so he could have his way with you and let him freely mark you up.
yet all he could do right now is pathetically stroke his cock from these lewd thoughts of you. his fist drags down tighter at the base of his length, missing the way your cunt would clench around him whenever he's splitting you open. seob almost succumbed to shutting his eyes from the pleasure... except he pushes, switching to a photo of your bare breasts—nipples perked up from how he knows he enjoys having his mouth on them, his hand splayed over the expanse of your chest splotched with purple, so cute that it's his favorite color as well, especially on you. but god, he's further lost in bliss once he comes across a photo of your legs spread open, dripping full of his cum aside from the image of your hickey-littered thighs. if only you could see him right now with his eyes glazed all over, he remembers the exact reason his photos of you seem wrinkled and creased, victim to the blissed-out mess he's made of himself, hand folding close as his orgasm washes over him, the other stroking his cock through the high.
+ since the conversation’s on post-orgasm seob right now… i think it’ll be really difficult to fight the urge in licking up the mess he’s made of himself, your tongue dragging over the skin of his thigh with his cum is still warm on your tongue. he’ll look even cuter if you suck hickeys on them once you’ve properly licked him off clean :(
oh my gosh the shota fic was so good!! tysm for writing for that request. i’m seriously over here kicking my feet. any time you post, i am sat and reading
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aaa thank you so much♡, im very happy to hear that!! your words mean a lot to me, im very grateful:((
Could u write smth about first time doing it raw with Jongseob🫣 he’d be soooo overwhelmed by that
mdni | warnings: unprotected sex
he'll be a bit hesitant at first especially since it's something you've never tried before—a bit risky at that, but his worries are pacified once you let him know you're on the pill anyway.
the whole of it is just a flustered seob going insane, because outside he's trying his hardest to act cool still, even when his cheeks are evidently in a blush and he struggles to remain composed.
even if he hasn't gone inside of you yet, his cock's already so sensitive to touch. just rubbing his heavy tip on your swollen clit already has him breathing erratically.
"are you ready?" he asks when he's got at least the head of his cock in, surprised his voice didn't come out with the slightest break. he wouldn't admit it but he's already so blissed out when he's not even halfway in, asking himself what's he so worked up for when he's already fucked you a couple of times before already.
but god, doing it raw is just a whole different level for him. tries his hardest to stop himself from starting a desperate pace of thrusts the second he's fully sheathed into your sopping hole. which proved to be very difficult, feeling the way your plush walls were squeezing around him too much. has he already mentioned how you felt so warm around his length that it's rendering him dizzy?
oh, when he starts thrusting into you over and over though... he just cannot manage to take his eyes off the sight of your cunt swallowing him back in as he plows into you, watching in awe as he pulls out seeing his length glistening with your sticky arousal. fucking you is a much hotter act this time when he's feeling you directly close.
he’s inevitably cumming earlier than usual… but he doesn’t wanna embarrass himself, so he’s trying his hardest to rack his brain on trying to hold off his orgasm as much as possible. settling on rubbing your swollen clit while his thrusts remain unwavering. if he’s cumming far too quick this time, he figures you might as well do so as him.
but when he reaches a finger down to play with your sensitive bud, you start breathily crying out his name and letting out the hottest moans he’s ever heard from you that he's caught off guard. seob is so weak for all of your noises that he can’t resist them, biting on his lip instead when he’s found it much more difficult to keep himself from getting further turned on… unfortunately, your noises pushing him far closer to the edge and towards his orgasm.
he almost wants to cover your mouth with his palm to muffle your whines, yet he couldn’t find it in him to let go of his tight grip on your hip because he’s just so so overwhelmed and pleasured from fucking you raw.
he fails to try stalling his orgasm, surprising you when he cums earlier than usual that all he could do was to let apologies spill faster than you could shush him. using you until he’s released deep into your pussy as he could.
when he finally comes down from his high is the moment you take the chance to tell him there’s no need for any apologies, “i think it’s really hot that you’re so flustered right now…”
“you think?” he utters as you reply with a hum. “but, i still wanna cum though…”
“right! right… of course, i’ll make you cum too—just, sorry… you felt too good around me,” he’s tripping over his words, quick to pepper soft kisses over your arms as he continues thrusting back into you, even if it means overstimulating himself.
his moans are so adorable at this point, hearing how helpless he sounded pushing himself at his limit just because he wants to make you feel as good too. he’s such a mess on top of you as he groans out your name, eventually fading into pathetic whines as his pitch grew higher the more he felt overstimulated, cock twitching inside of your cunt.
eventually, you let your orgasm wash over you, but not without seob cumming for the second time because fuck… he couldn’t keep himself composed anymore when your cunt’s pulsing around him like it wants to engulf his cock deeper into you.
you look up at him and his cheeks are flushed, strands of his hair stuck on the sheen of sweat his forehead held. he looked so cute, unable to fight the urge to pinch his cheek as his knees trembled from his orgasm.
and he's still so adorable afterward, especially when he couldn’t even look you in the eye. would be the sweetest aftercare though! helping you wipe up and put your panties back on for you so he could cuddle you into sleep <3
jongseob professional boobie sucker!!!! i feel like he loves titties no matter how big or small they are, but i think he prefers an average size. not too big, not too small. just big enough to fit in his palm/mouth! he doesn’t discriminate though, he loves all boobies!!!
mdni | mentions of somnophilia (a bit)
i absolutely agree!!! he's so cute, seob enjoys cuddling you to sleep often, yet sometimes he gets the urge to fondle with your boobs. his breath as warm against your neck as he softly mumbles about how he just needs to have his hands on them to easily drowse off. but who is he fooling though... mostly it never ends in solely that. not when one of his favorite ways to pass the time is to suck on your tits.
it doesn't even have to be sexual, just loves making you feel relaxed, even has his eyes shut while he relishes the way you thread your fingers through his hair and pet him, your nails gently raking across his scalp.
and then he'll accidentally suck on your nipple too harshly while he firmly plays with the other using his fingers, prompting you to uncontrollably brush your knee in between his thighs... then he might just get a bit needier.
he'll look up at you with his pupils blown out, lips letting go of your nipple before pressing a soft kiss as he asks if he can suck hickeys on your breasts. you whine out a soft "please," wiping the spit by the side of his mouth as he follows your words, his eyes fluttering close once again as he marks your skin up with bruises. it's never only his lips on you as he suckles on your sensitive skin, seob also loves using his hands to fondle with whatever he can't pay attention to at the same time.
or what if you were sitting on his lap while he's producing at the studio, your body facing him with your arms around his shoulder? just laying there as you revel in each other's presence. and as if it turned into some sort of routine in your relationship, seob's not quite shy to ask for it anymore, often it's you who's surprised when he's suddenly cutting through the silence with his words... "wanna suck on your tits, let me, yeah?" and yet he's already groping at you as he raises the question.
he's so into it, sucking on your tits like he's got all the time in the world, even moaning around your nipple like he's the one being pleasured. you're driven insane with the sensation of his warm tongue licking firmly around your buds, the feeling going straight to your core. your cunt's sopping wet when he decides to take your panties off you.
when does he think he's sucked on your boobs enough and he needs to move on for more? when you're crying out, fingers tight through the strands of his hair with your hips bucking against him in search of friction. he thinks you're so fucking cute :(
and yes! he loves all kinds of boobies as long as he could make you mewl while he plays with them.
another thing... he loves sucking on your boobs while you're fast asleep, whenever he manages to wake up before you. getting to wait until he's able to stir you from your sleep flustered from the view of your boyfriend being so obscene early in the morning.
seob can't resist the urge to have them in his mouth when he sees it over his face whenever you ride him too... just wanna pull you closer, occasionally biting on your nipples pebbled from his touches, softly of course, flicking his tongue in a way he knows you love.
it's such a shame he can't have his mouth on you while he eats you out though :((
because he so wants to make you feel really good all over, so he just settles in fondling with it while he sucks on your clit instead.
also, prone bone position while he reaches around with his arms and plays with your boobs...😵💫
could you maybe write a ot!6 fwb where they catch feelings first and try to cut it off with y/n but she’s willing to try to make a relationship work?
tytyty!!
fwb!piwon x reader
warnings: miscommunication, some hurtful words
a/n: as much as i love reading angst, it's been so long since i've last written something like this, so i hope im able to bring justice to your request TT there's nothing too explicit but still, mdni please !!
read under the cut
KEEHO
“okay listen, i know this might complicate things further but, i can’t go on with just this—whatever we have going on right now.”
“what do you mean? are you… are you saying you want something more?”
i don't think keeho is the type of person to cut you off just because he doesn't want to deal with his feelings. i think he'll try to let you know bit by bit that he's hinting at something more than being friends with benefits, doing so just enough not to disrupt the current setup. it would take a huge toll on him if it takes quite a while for you to realize he's being much touchier than usual, especially outside of the nsfw setting. eventually, his internal dilemma would affect the way he leads the group, raising a couple of questions from the other members as they've probably never seen keeho this conflicted before. yet his adamancy urges him to push that 'he'll take care of it on his own' because he believes he can do so no matter what.
eventually, he finds solace with intak, confiding to one of his closest members when he gets the chance. he's only met with a flick on his forehead, one that he couldn't even anticipate and dodge. that's just how bad it's gotten, even letting intak lecture him about it because one way or another, it's going to affect the dynamic of the group, with him being the leader and all. and so keeho doesn't realize he's rambled on and on about you to intak, the latter grabbing his phone without a second thought to pull up your contact and just text you about all the stuff keeho's been on for weeks. it's too late when he manages to snatch his phone back to him though, you've surprisingly already read his messages and typed up a reply. well, kyo's decent enough to offer to talk about it on call though. even agreeing in a heartbeat if you wanted to meet up, and this time, having an honest conversation with you despite whatever consequence it might bring.
THEO
“so it’s you who wants to talk now.”
“go on then, i’m listening. just don’t shut me out like you did before.”
“i’m sorry, i made a mistake. i was… afraid of facing my own feelings.”
taeyang could get very direct at times. even without words, he'll make you feel what he wants to convey, especially now that he's treating you like you never existed to him. you wonder where his pride came from this instance he manages to give you the silent treatment, after you try and blow up his phone with messages. asking if he could at least try and make it work with you. yet as the days pass, taeyang realizes the more he ignores you... the more it affects him. it breaks him when you're the one who's stopped messaging him. he wonders why he's hurt, even though he never responded to you anyway.
which is why he's suddenly at your door knocking past midnight. "taeyang... really..." your voice croaks out as you've just gotten out of bed, watching as he begins this rant of how he couldn't wait any longer to be able to see you and talk to you like before... and that he couldn't even sleep just thinking about you. you shut the door at him without a word as soon as he finishes, enough to let him know how he made you feel these past few weeks. even though you'd probably beg for him to tell you what's wrong from weeks ago, you just couldn't deal with him anymore. you're quick to trudge back into your bedroom and assume that this was all just an elaborate nightmare.
but then it rains, trickling hard against your roof. and as far as you can remember, taeyang didn't look like he brought anything with him when he showed up at your door. going as far as recalling his hair disheveled and out of breath state. did he run all the way to your place? way past midnight? and as you find your limbs moving on his own to catch up to him down the street, your clothes getting wet from the drizzle, you curse him in your mind. you wouldn't be doing this if you didn't love him like you do, grabbing his shoulder as he turns to you with the same admiration held in his eyes.
JIUNG
“please, please, y/n i want you back… i didn’t realize it would be this hard without you... please,”
"jiung… you’re drunk.”
he's so lovesick with you that even if he's trying to conceal his feelings, he couldn't help but write song lyrics inspired from thoughts of you. it's usually normal for him to spend long hours at the studio especially when it's time to work on future albums, except aside from you... his members are also much more concerned this time. they've never seen him actually spend too many all-nighters in a row, or maybe it was just his excuse. even though they tried to ask him about what's he so busy in there for, he's quick to hide away his files. and when the other members get a hold of some of his in-progress songs, they know something is up between the two of you just from the lyrics and mood of the music alone. especially with how whenever his phone rings and your name pops up on his lock screen, he's abnormally quick to turn off his phone entirely. a total contrast from weeks before to when he's almost always jumping at the sight of your contact name on his notifications.
and so his members devise a plan to at least get him to join their night out for some barbeque. sharing a few bottles of alcohol here and there until he's completely drunk and even bawling to tears... will drunk text you to just beg and beg for you to come back. his tear-stricken phone screen would lead him to send a few messages riddled with typos, yet you could feel his persistence and could surely talk it out with him the next morning. he can't back out anymore, he realizes, going through the worst hangover he's ever gotten as he scrolls through his pleading messages sent to you from the night out.
INTAK
“it’s not something you could fix,”
“oh… well, that’s absolutely okay. how about eating out for a bit? it always made me feel better when you try to cheer me up with a meal—”
“i said you’re not going to be of any help.”
being friends with benefits with him was agreed upon only as a placeholder, until the both of you wanted to move on to serious relationships with other people. that was also what intak initially told himself, yet he doesn’t understand the way his heart felt like it was being stomped on when he spots you at a mutual friend’s party, with some stranger being far too touchy with you. what is he so jealous of? the both of you were still just friends at the end of the day. and so he couldn’t find any reason to confront you with the confession of how he’s realized he’s fallen for you all this time. the moments he’d kiss you, caress you with this authenticity within his touch. he was doing it for the reason of yearning more than what mere friends can offer.
he wants to hold you, be the only one to hold you so dearly. unfortunately, you just don’t reciprocate the way he felt.
so you’re utterly confused when your messages were suddenly getting left on delivered by him, just assuming he’s probably gotten a bit busy with his other priorities. but it’s when you approach him in person do you finally realize that something’s wrong with intak because you’ve never seen him so desperate to avoid your gaze. it was also the same night he's made you feel like he's suddenly changed for the worse after having left you hanging. yet what you didn't know was that he let these words escape him for the sole reason of masking his true feelings, not even meeting your eyes because he knows he'll tear up the second he does.
the only thing that'll break his weeks-long trance without you by his side is another party invitation from a mutual friend. the wound in his heart is still fresh, but now he's presented with the new opportunity of meeting someone to finally move on from you or... take it as a chance to finally reconcile with you.
SOUL
“are you saying i dont mean anything to you?”
“yeah, maybe that’s what i meant.”
shota's afraid of rejection, ultimately opting to keep the fact that he's fallen for you a secret. he'll repeatedly ask himself why he'd attempt a shift in his routine if it's already working for him, and that translates into your relationship. he doesn't value his feelings as enough reason to potentially ruin whatever it was going on between you too, yet he doesn't realize that his words may be the eventual ruin to your connection. especially when you finally got fed up with his silent attitude, confronting him about how you felt hurt when he tried to avoid you these past few weeks. him acting weirdly from your point of view, clueless that he's trying to put up a front and uses his career as an excuse to stop seeing you anymore.
if that's what he wanted then so be it. shota's taken by surprise when he only hears about your plans of moving away from your mutual friends, finding himself eagerly asking if you've mentioned when exactly you plan on leaving, and where. finding out that somewhere was a place he couldn’t just take a quick cab to be able to visit you whenever he wanted. maybe it’s for the better, without you in his sight he’ll easily forget about all the memories you've made together.
it’s not like you’re obligated to say goodbye to him anyway, after the last time he’s shattered your heart, if it were you telling those words to him he wouldn’t ever want to see you again too. but on the same night, you’re bound to leave for your move, shota’s quickly out of the practice room door much to his members’ surprise.
though he was just complaining a while ago that he’s absolutely worn out from practice, he doesn’t know where he’s got the adrenaline to rush through the streets at speed, and fortunately catch a ride straight to the airport so he could at least get the chance to talk to you for the last time.
and when he arrived at the airport his mind was in shambles, letting his feet take him everywhere just to find you as his voice echoed through his head, repeatedy “shota, why are you such a coward…”
he wouldn't have found himself in this predicament if only he dared to confess to you before he even ruined the bond between you two, his thoughts coming to a halt once he saw your familiar figure down the hall as you dragged your luggage.
he couldn’t miss his chance this time.
JONGSEOB
“you’re here.”
“i was hoping i’d find you here,”
honestly, i think it'll be really dangerous for seob to get into a fwb relationship because he can get so caring and sincere for you, like he's not even there just for the mere act. would touch you so carefully like he means it, would cuddle with you for aftercare, and spend the whole night wishing he gets to wake up next to you but with the label of being something much more than friends. there's absolutely no chance he'll come out of your setup without catching any feelings for you. like keeho i don't think he's one to avoid letting his feelings get known. but if he's particularly bombarded with heavy responsibilities from his career, it's very easy for him to get caught up in the current and pay less attention to you than before.
and from there it'll be difficult for him to find a starting point to initiate processing wherever your relationship's gotten to, his mind too clouded with other worries as his feet bring him to your usual hangout spot by the river. crickets served as his white noise while he gets lost in his thought, startled when he felt light taps on his shoulder and turns around to meet your face under the glow of the moon. you didn't wait for his word before claiming your place beside his figure. and when jongseob felt that you didn't move your hand away when he put his over yours, he'll know you'll listen when he's mustered up the courage to bring up his feelings that have been caged up within his heart.
i'll be answering some asks in a bit after i finish proofreading!! it's mostly seob, in honor of the piwon 2 baddies performance... is this a sneak peek for waterbomb😵💫 seobrangis i fear we are not surviving
also im kinda late🥹 but i wish the happiest birthday to our taeyang💖🫶!!!
tags : afab reader, fluff, crack, smut, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, implied age gap, drinking, original characters, fast paced except not really
synopsis : you thought your crush on your older brother's best friend went away in the time you'd spent apart (spoiler! it didn't)
an : inspired by hidden love (2023) happy late birthday theo!!!
"taeyang lives in gangnam too, did you know?" your brother's words echoed in your ears. you held your phone between your cheek and your shoulder as you hauled a box into your living room and dropped it on the floor.
"ah... does he?"
"yeah, i meant to tell you about it before. why don't you reach out? it might be nice to have a familiar face in the area." you grimace at his words, embarrassing memories flooding your thoughts as you recalled the feelings you had once harbored for the man.
"i have seulgi and sooah, remember?"
"okay, yn." you can hear him eye rolling at the avoidance in your tone through the receiver. "i'll send you his contact info anyway."
you sigh, "okay. i gotta go, i have a million boxes to sort. bye, minhyuk." you hang up just as you received your brother's text. you absentmindedly entered taeyang's contact information before tossing your phone onto the counter.
following your university graduation, your dream job offer resulted in you packing everything you owned and uprooting your entire life to a new city. you felt a little less on edge about it knowing your two closest friends would be by your side, but were nonetheless still nervous about adjusting to your new life.
your newfound discovery about taeyang— aka the former love of your life, or maybe that's an extreme way of looking at it— shook you a little, it had been at least a year since you'd heard his name, much less seen him. how long had it been... 2, maybe 3 years?
you shake your head to yourself, looking around your new apartment at the current issue you had to deal with— the seemingly endless amount of boxes that scattered your floor and just about every surface you laid your eyes on. you're cut off by your phone buzzing again.
seulgi (my favorite alpha male) 🐻
[3:48pm]
be ready outside your building at 8pm ON THE DOT .
you
[3:48pm]
????????
seulgi (my favorite alpha male) 🐻
[3:49pm]
me and sooah r taking u out to celebrate u moving!! we r going to our favorite club
you
[3:50pm]
i dont have time for this!!
seulgi (my favorite alpha male) 🐻
[3:50pm]
wear something slutty!!! 💋💋
— you disliked a message
you sighed, shoulders sulking as you realized all of your belongings were still sealed away, not magically unpacked by the moving gods you had been praying to a few moments before. so you take matters into your own hands, rolling up your sleeves to begin scouring the sea of boxes for your clothes and toiletries. maybe you’d find your sanity packed away somewhere too.
-
you silently regretted agreeing to go out as you sat slumped in a booth at the club. you feel a dip in the cushioned seat you occupied as sooah collapsed next to you and leaned into your shoulder.
"uumph… drank t’much…” she spoke into your neck. you reached your arm up to pat her head, but missed and instead mindlessly swatted at the seat behind you.
“how’re you…” you pause, “how’re you gettin’ home?”
“dunno.” she mumbles, getting up and stumbling towards the dance floor. “gonna go find someone to go home with.” she calls behind, gesturing to the crowd of people in front of you. you had seen seulgi leave with some girl 30 minutes before, so now you were really on your own.
you pat at your surroundings to find your bag, eyes closed as you dig your hand through your stuff to find your phone. you open your eyes to scroll through your contacts, tears forming in your eyes as you realize you don’t have anyone to call. so in your drunken state, you call the only person you could think of. you hold your phone to your ear as it rings once, twice, three times.
“yn? is that you?”
“taeyang? what… you— how’d you know it’s me?” you slur, eyes closing again.
“minhyuk sent me your number, i was going to text you… nevermind, that's not my point. what's wrong? where are you? have you been drinking?”
“i…” tears were falling down your cheeks now. you sniffled, “i’m at a club, i don’t remember the name.”
“can you send me your location? i’ll come get you.” you hear shuffling on his end, you quickly pulled your phone away from your ear to fiddle with the buttons.
“did’ya get it?”
“yeah, you’re close to me. hang on for 5 minutes. i’ll be there soon.”
your tears stopped. “see youuuuu.”
in all the years you’d known him, taeyang was always a very honest person, proven to be true even now as you spot him frantically scanning the room in search of you exactly 5 minutes later. you locked eyes, and you gave him your best attempt at a smile as you messily waved your hand over your head. he made a beeline for you, a worried look on his face as he crouched in front of you. time had been kind to him, you noticed, the man in front of you had somehow become more attractive then he was before.
you grinned at him. “hi.”
he smiles, letting out a breath. “hi, yn. are you okay?”
“mhm… m’sorry for this. don’t be mad… didn’t know who else to call.” you felt tears sting your eyes again, burying your face in your hands.
“yn.” he held back a laugh as he reached to gently hold onto your arm. “it’s okay. seriously. i’m honestly relieved.”
“really?” you look up and sniff.
“really. can you get up on your own?”
“ah… um, i think i need help.” you stand up, stumbling into his arms. he holds you upright and reaches for your belongings.
“this is everything you brought?” he lifts his arm up to gesture your purse in front of you.
“mhm. lessgooo…” you attempt to take a step forward but overestimate your ability to stay balanced as you fall forward. you brace yourself for your inevitable face plant with the floor, but it doesn’t come, instead you feel yourself being pulled back into taeyang’s arms.
“be careful. hold onto me.” you stare at him. would it be weird if you smelt him? you sniff him anyway.
“you smell good.” you giggle, and you feel his chest move in and out when he laughs in response, uttering a thank you before he wraps an arm around your waist to keep you secure by his side as you begin your trek to the exit. after what felt like a painfully long walk (30 seconds) you make it outside, feeling the shift in your surroundings when your louboutin's began to smack against the hard pavement.
he pauses. “where do you live?”
“it’s… oh. i don’t know.” you sulk, your current state of mine rendering you incapable of remembering whether your apartment building was on 6th avenue or 8th avenue, or maybe it was 10th avenue?
“you— you don’t know?” he laughs fully now, and you can’t hold back a grin as you laugh with him.
“jus' moved, so… it’s new, ya'know?”
he hums, looking around. “are you comfortable with sleeping at my place tonight?”
“err… it’s okay with you? won’t your girlfriend be mad?” you ramble, watching his face morph into confusion.
he shakes his head. “of course i don’t mind. and no, i don’t have a girlfriend.”
you feel your jaw snap open. “ah... is that so?"
he chuckles awkwardly, you feel the vibration in your side. “nope, no girlfriend. do you want to hop on my back?” you pull away from him and nod, suddenly very aware of your bare skin as the wind whipped past you. taeyang glances at the goosebumps forming on your arms and immediately shrugs his jacket off to throw it over your shoulders. he crouches in front of you and you pull your arms through the sleeves before crawling onto him, knees locking around his hips to hold yourself in place.
“my place isn’t far. hold tight, okay?” you nod, a sudden wave of exhaustion coming over you as you lean your head on his shoulder. your eyes shut and sleep overtakes you.
-
sight is the last sense that comes to you. your wince and throw your arm over your eyes as the sun hits your eyelids. sitting up, you take in your surroundings and realize you have absolutely no idea where you are.
“what the…” a headache hit you at full force as you rubbed your eyes. you looked down and noticed you were no longer wearing your skimpy black dress from the night before, instead suiting a large black t-shirt and sweatpants.
“yn? are you awake?” a voice from behind the door has you jolting in place, squeaking out a "huh?" the door opens slowly, and absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the face behind the voice. you felt like you were punched in the gut as you watched taeyang move from his spot at the door to sit on the side of the bed, his hands stretching in front of him to offer you the water and tylenol he carried.
you stared at him, "taeyang— you— what?"
he smiles softly at you. "do you remember last night? you called me to pick you up." no, nonononono, no.
"i— oh my god? i'm so sorry, this is so embarrassing, i'm so sorry i bothered you." you frantically apologized, mind running wild as tears pricked your eyes. you move your hand to wipe your tears just as you feel a hand rest on your thigh.
"yn," he reassures, still smiling, "it's okay. honestly. i'm glad you called. i want you to feel like you can rely on me."
"i feel so bad. can i make it up to you somehow? i can buy you lunch? dinner?" your shoulders slump, and you vow to yourself in that moment that you are never touching alcohol ever again.
"it's really not necessary. honestly. call me whenever you need me. you don't know how happy i was when minhyuk told me you were moving here."
you sniff. "why?"
"it gets lonely, you know? my job basically stripped me of a social life." he laughs, low and deep. you feel your heartbeat pick up.
you nod. "i get that. i still want to pay for a meal, though."
"if you insist."
you start to shift in your spot, throwing your legs over the edge of the bed to stand. "um... where are my clothes?"
"oh, right. you left your dress on the floor of the bathroom so i hung it up. your shoes and purse are at the front door."
"thanks." you make your way to the bathroom and entrance of his home under his direction and collect your belongings.
he gestures to your current outfit. "you can bring these home with you, if you want. i want you to be comfortable."
"sweatpants and high heels... that's definitely a choice." you giggle as you pick your shoes off of the floor.
"don't walk, i'll drive you."
"you've done so much for me already. i can't ask for anymore."
"i told you i want you to rely on me, didn't i? we live close enough anyway. it's not a problem." he walks to his kitchen to grab his keys, gesturing for you to follow him as he opens and shuts the front door.
"you know your address now that you're sober, right?" he grins.
"what are you talking about?"
"you couldn't remember where you lived when i asked yesterday." your face turned beet red as you turned to him, eyes wide with mortification. you thought about how nice it would be if you would melt into the floor and never be seen again.
"this is actually unbelievable. i'm never drinking again." you bring your folded dress to your face and let out a fake scream into it. taeyang laughs, hand moving to the small of your back to guide you through the parking lot to his car. he passed you his phone to enter your address— which you did remember now— and you felt your face heat up as he gripped the back of your seat and looked behind you to get out of his parking spot, muscles flexing next to your face.
you try and make awkward small talk, asking him about work and in turn answering his questions about your new job until he pulls into the entrance of your building.
"let me walk you up. you can never be too safe." he says as you step out of the car.
"we're in broad daylight, taeyang. chances of me getting kidnapped are pretty slim." you giggle, but don't put up a fight when he gets out of the car anyway, grabbing your purse from you to free your hands. the elevator ride up is silent, and on multiple occasions you turned to look at him and found he was already staring at you. god, why was he so sweet? and attractive? your heart pounded in your chest, a feeling you became familiar with as you grew up, anytime he would offer to help you study, or bring you food and company after arguments between you and your brother. you reminisced on your past with him all the way to your door as you unlocked it and stepped inside. he stepped in behind you and hung your purse on the hook next to your door.
"woah... that's a lot of boxes. how do you own this much stuff?"
you cover your face with your hand. "i know, okay? i might be a hoarder."
"do you need any help unpacking? this is a lot for one person to take on."
you gawk at him. "taeyang, i physically can't ask for anything more of you."
he throws his hands up like a criminal. "i told you i want to! it's sunday and i don't have plans. let me help."
and so, you find yourself sitting on your living room floor with him hours later, moon rising behind him as you caught up on everything you'd missed in each other's lives during the years you spent apart. most of your boxes were unpacked now, you could only spot one or two stray boxes littered across your apartment.
"ah... it's getting late. what time do you have to get to work tomorrow?"
he looks at his watch and grimaces. "you're right. i need to be up early... i should probably leave now." he stands and you follow in suit, walking to the door. you stare at him, a little unsure how you should end the night. he sensed your hesitance, you think as he pulled you into his arms for a hug. caught off guard, it takes you a moment to reciprocate, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hung around your waist.
"this was," he starts, pulling away from your embrace to look at you, "really fun. i'm glad we got to reconnect."
you grin at him. "me too. when are you free for dinner? i promised i'd treat you."
"i'm pretty sure i'm free every night this week, depending on how late work keeps me."
"so... let's say wednesday for now? we can reschedule if you have to stay late."
he nods and smiles. "i'll see you wednesday then." you realize you're staring and quickly pull yourself away from him. he laughs, waving goodbye and you watch his figure get smaller and smaller as he walks down the hallway towards the elevator.
-
wednesday comes faster than expected. work's letting me out on time. see you at 7? you stared at taeyang's confirmation text, palms sweating. you had lost track of how much time you'd spent standing in front of your closet weighing outfit options, wanting to pick something you think he'd like. you knew it wasn't a date, but you couldn't ignore the fact that just about every aspect of tonight screamed 'date' except for the people attending. you're snapped out of your thoughts when your phone buzzes with an incoming call.
"taeyang?"
"can you buzz me in? i'll come to your door."
you try to sound as nonchalant as possible, "yeah, see you in a few." before hanging up and frantically picking out a random dress, throwing it on as you scrambled to put your shoes on and touch up your lipstick. you straighten your back as your door bell rings, and you unlock it to reveal a very happy looking taeyang.
"hi." you grin, "you look good."
"ah, really? i didn't go home and change, i came straight from the office."
"you look great, trust me. you always look good." you mutter the second half, digging through your purse to find your keys so you could lock the door behind you.
"thanks. you look really pretty. blue is a good color on you." your eyes widen and you manage to squeak out a quick thank you.
you let him talk about his day in the car, he complains about a colleague that wouldn't get off his ass and you tell him about your boss at your new job that seems to have it out for you. your conversation carries all the way to the restaurant, now conversing about anything and everything that popped into your mind. you recalled the funny voicemail your brother had left you the day before, digging into your purse to find your phone to show him before he stops you.
"yn." he smiles, reaching to grab your hand from across the table. "let's not talk about your brother right now."
you cock your head to the side, a confused expression taking over your features. he continues before you can get a word in. "our whole lives minhyuk has been the bridge that's kept us connected." he looks at you. "now i want it... to just be us. i don't want to use the excuse that you're his sister to see you. i want to hang out with you just because i can, you know?" you watch him retract his hand from yours to take a bite of his food and you think your heart might explode. how could he drop a speech like that on you like it's nothing?
you catch your breath and nod, inhaling. "i feel the same way, taeyang." you know your cheeks are turning red and you can only hope your makeup hid the extremity of it. "being with you has been really, really fun. i hope we can do this all the time."
he grins in response and sticks his pinky out. "we will, i promise." the sincerity in his eyes has you thinking that you'd never doubt a word he says for as long as he'd allow you to stay by his side.
-
you and taeyang were very alike, you think, recalling the past few months you'd spent together. you loved the natural rhythm of conversation that you always seemed to fall into when you were with him. you loved that he no longer viewed you as a little kid or as an extension of your brother.
"so," you had asked him one day with an evil grin on your face, arm linked with his as you walked down a side street in hongdae, "do you like me or minhyuk more?"
"that," he brought his hand to your face to squish your cheeks, "is a very hard question." you sulked and pouted at his response, so he leaned down to whisper low in your ear.
"you."
since then, you found him glued to your hip even more than before, not that you were complaining. your hangouts became so frequent that you weren't sure if you remembered the last time you'd gone more than 2 days without seeing his face. you realize referring to your time spent together as 'hangouts' was a downplaying it a little, considering that to onlookers you looked very much like a couple going on dates. there were a few instances where shop owners had complimented how good you looked together and you had to very awkwardly deny it, despite the fact that your hands were intertwined tight at your sides.
you had fallen so incredibly hard, and you were sure he had too, the lingering glances and constant touches had become too frequent for it to mean nothing.
"hey, your birthday is coming up." he nudges your shoulder as you sit next to him on the rooftop of his building to watch the sun set.
"how'd you remember?"
"i have a good memory." i remember because it's you, he fails to add. you hum and he continues, "are you planning on celebrating?"
you nod. "seulgi and sooah are taking me out a few days before... but i have no plans on the actual day."
"okay, so we'll do something. want a home cooked meal?" you kick his foot and giggle.
"you're a terrible cook, taeyang."
he laughs, throwing his head back. "no need to get violent about it."
the moon was up in the sky now, so he stands, reaching for your hand to lace your fingers together and make your way back to his apartment.
-
"oh my god." you breathe out a week later when he moves his hands from over your eyes to reveal the display in front of you. "this is too much!"
"please. cake and flowers are not too much." he makes air quotations with his hands as he rolls his eyes. "i have something else for you. hold on a minute." he darts behind you and reaches into his coat pocket to reveal a small box and you feel your breath catch in your throat when he sits down next to you at your kitchen counter.
"you didn't."
"open it."
you gently pried open the box, revealing a silver necklace with a diamond pendant that hung on the chain next to a smaller one.
"taeyang, i—" tears pricked your eyes.
"look closer." he cuts you off, grabbing your hand to guide your fingers to the engravings on the back of the two pendants. a small 'yn' and 'ty'. tears were openly falling down your cheeks now, and he reached to gently wipe them away with his fingertips.
"i take it you like it?"
"thank you, seriously. put it on me?" you turn around and lift your hair up to give him access to your neck. he doesn't say anything after as he places four candles on top of the cake and lights them.
when he tells you to make a wish, you pretend to think about it even though you'd been wishing for the same thing since you turned seven years old. you inhale and blow, extinguishing all the candles but one.
you grin at him. "you make a wish too."
he stares at you in awe for a second too long, snapping out of it when you gesture towards the cake. he doesn't need a second to think before he's blowing out the last candle.
"what did you wish for?" you ask him, voice quiet.
"you already know, don't you?"
you stare at him, eyes flickering to his lips. "we both wished for the same thing then, huh?"
he moves closer to you now, arm wrapping around your waist, face moving closer to yours. you can hear your heart beating out of your chest and you're sure his is too.
"i need to hear you say it, yn." his nose brushed yours and your gaze moved from his lips to his eyes. you take a deep breath.
"i want you, taeyang. please."
he doesn't need to hear anymore, ducking his head to connect your lips, and you think to yourself that waiting your whole life for him was absolutely worth it. he stands to pull you into his chest because being close to you wasn't enough.
"wanna fuck you, so, so bad, but can i just kiss you first? jus' wanna hold you." he mumbles against your lips, and you think you might collapse and die. frantically nodding, you grab his cheeks and kiss him as hard as you can, and he slides his hands from your waist to your ass, squeezing it when you moan into his mouth. his touch was soft where his kiss was rough, tongue swiping across your bottom lip to beg for entrance.
you melt into his embrace as he reaches under your thighs to hoist you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you into your bedroom. your mouth moves from his lips to his neck, kissing and sucking on any exposed skin you can find. you're both too lost in lust to form words, your apartment quiet except for soft moans and grunts and smacks. the noises that escaped his throat had you feeling more turned on than you'd ever been in your life, lips moving back to his to swallow his sounds as you pulled on the hair at the nape of his neck.
he pulls away to toss you onto your bed, throwing his shirt off before crawling on top of you. you tug your top off before he can even ask, arms reaching behind you to fiddle with your bra clasp to fully expose your top half to him. he darts down, immediately taking a tit in his mouth, smiling at the way you were already squirming. he pulled away to look at you.
"fuck, you're so fucking pretty. my pretty baby." him referring to you as 'his' had you breaking down beneath him, hips bucking up to grind against his clothed cock. he groaned and grabbed your hips for more friction. his finger dragged along the waistband of your pants. "want me to make you feel good, baby?"
you nod a little too fast, "need you to touch me."
"what's my name?"
"need you to touch me, taeyang."
you were naked within seconds, sweatpants tugged down your legs and soaking panties ripped and discarded as he pulled you into his lap. a big hand slipped between your thigh, the other resting on your hip as he began to circle your puffy clit, causing you to let out the prettiest moan he'd ever heard. you knew he was teasing you, a smug grin on his face as he watched your expression crumple.
"oh my god, please."
"we have all the time in the world, pretty. m'not going anywhere. trust me?" how could you not, with the way he was looking at you? you nod, and he so painfully slowly moves his finger to spread your slick around, now using his free hand to hold your face to look at him. he finally dips his fingers into your entrance and you moan his name at the way his fingers reached deeper than yours ever could. his fingertips curled into your walls causing your soft sighs to fill the room as he kissed down your chin, ruthlessly pumping his fingers in and out of you.
your breathing picks up and you begin to squirm under him, hips desperately jerking into his hand, and he takes that as his queue to use his spare fingers to flick and pinch at your clit. you feel the pressure building in your core, snapping like a rubber band when you reach your climax. you scream his name and your vision goes blurry as he continues to fuck you with his hand to work you through it. he grabs your chin and forces you to make eye contact as his licks his fingers, before pulling you into him to connect your lips in a kiss.
"you're so perfect." he mumbles and you sigh into him. it's not long before he's disconnecting your lazy make out to flip your position so that you're underneath him again. you tug at his sweatpants as he hovers over you, and he immediately strips his pants and boxers to reveal his red, throbbing cock. it leaked with precum and stood tall as he shifted to grab the base and align it with your hole.
"do you think i stretched you enough?"
"just... go slow."
he kisses your forehead in reassurance. "i got you, baby. tell me if you need a break."
you suck in a breath when he pushes his length inside, tears stinging your eyes at the burn even though you knew it was coming. you squeezed his bicep to signal that you were okay to continue.
"fuck, you fit me so well. so made for me." your back arched as he grunted, moving to kiss him sloppily as his hips pressed against yours, now fully inside of you. his thrusts started slow, but sped up as you began to chant his name, your legs moving to wrap around his waist as your hips snapped together. it was frantic and messy, but so, so, perfect. his cock slammed into you, pressing into your g-spot over and over as your nails dug into his back, breaking the skin.
he whispered under his breath how much he loved you over and over as you cried, panting against him in lust as your thrusts slowed, feeling yourself reach your breaking point.
"my beautiful girl, love you so much. so— m'so close." he moaned into your neck as your walls squeezed him when you came. you came hard and fast, and he followed not long after, hips stuttering as he pumped you full of his seed. he pulled his now soft cock out of your entrance as he collapses on top of you. you squeal and giggle as he presses kiss after kiss to your cheeks, before he moves to seal your lips in your softest kiss of the night. as much as you wanted it to last forever, you're the first to pull away.
"i— i love you so much. you have no idea." you couldn't tell if you felt tears or sweat on your cheeks. he grins at you, big and bright as he cups your cheeks.
"oh, baby. i love you. wanted to tell you everyday."
you fall asleep in his arms, ready to take on the changes that would come when the sun rose in the morning.
with and without you: a supportive bf!keeho headcannon
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ non-idol!keeho x non-idol!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅
♡ genre/warnings: fluff!! reader finds it challenging to navigate a certain social situation (aka: university classmates' reunion), especially without her supportive and understanding boyfriend, keeho. but tldr, she manages just fine on her own :)
♡ word count: 1,836 words
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after three long, boring hours, your seminar finally came to an end. as you walked out the door, you felt the fatigue set deep into your bones. that, plus the fact that you stayed up last night to finish an assignment, meant you wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep.
but you knew you couldnt – you and keeho already agreed months in advance to attend your friend’s pre-wedding dinner tonight. and shoot - you checked your phone and realised you were running late
just then, keeho’s notifications popped up. he told you that he was still held up at work (something about waiting for approval from his boss), and will be around half an hour late. the plan was initially to meet up first and head over together, but it seemed like he had to meet you there instead.
you felt yourself shrivel up at the thought of arriving and having to face all those people alone, without keeho – your boyfriend; your rock. but you bit your lip and sucked it up because work was work, and he had no choice
keeho could sense you were apprehensive, but reassured you that he would try to get there as soon as he could, and as always, that he loved you.
you and keeho had been dating for around four years now. you first met at your classes in uni, and went from being friends, to study buddies, to best friends, and naturally, to lovers. the two of you were three years out of school, and stuck together through thick and thin – first jobs, first moves, first promotions, and everything in between.
earlier in the year, you decided to go back to grad school. that meant moving from your hometown to the big smoke - new york. and of course, keeho came with you, easily finding a corporate job in the financial centre of the world
it was hard adjusting though, if you were being truly honest. the big city was filled with people, yet you often felt yourself feeling more alone than ever before.
luckily, you had keeho right by your side. he was there for you when you struggled through early classes and late nights; he was there to cook and make sure you ate your meals on time during exam season, and he was even there to wipe away your tears when you faced hurdles completing your research. keeho, truly, a supportive bf we stan!!!
anyways - point is. you missed your close friends and family back home
but you were lowkey dreading this dinner. having to answer questions like “how are you” and “what are you doing for work or school” repeatedly seemed a bit overwhelming. the dinner was a mini-reunion of some uni classmates - a group of around ten who all took the same classes as you and keeho and mostly stuck together to study, do assignments, practice for interviews, help each other with applications etc.
it wasn’t like you weren’t close, it’s just… you definitely weren’t besties, and let’s just say you weren’t the most social person in the room
keeho was the opposite. your boyfriend was a social butterfly; a classic extrovert. always able to blend into any social setting and talk to anyone about any topic under the sky
you however, took awhile to warm up to people, and even then, you found yourself craving your alone time more than anything. keeho liked to tease you and said you have a small social battery – you just ran out of charge quicker than others (and there’s nothing wrong with that, he’d always remind you)
but with this particular friend group, you always had the sneaking suspicion that they were only keeping you around because you were the nerd; the smart friend. the one everyone wanted to pair up with in a group assignment because they knew you would hard carry the team. the one who everyone approached for study notes in the hopes of performing as well as you did in the finals. the one everyone was jealous of… the one who got used and subsequently thrown away
that was probably why you haven’t spoken to any of them in years, with the exception of keeho ofc, and the bride-to-be, yoonhee
before you knew it, you arrived at the restaurant. yoonhee was always a big fan of italian food, so it was no surprise that she picked one of the finest italian eateries in new york for the dinner
despite your obvious personality differences, yoonhee was one of the only girls in the friend group who actually took the time to get to know you. she was outgoing and outspoken like the other girls, but also had a hardworking, studious side that came out during important events like interviews or exams. she wasn’t a big fan of drinking (like you) and usually accompanied you on the sodas or lemonades at drinking events. importantly, she also shared similar hobbies to you. in particular, she loved reading, and the two of you used to exchange book recommendations in between classes and visited bookshops together
you were genuinely happy that your friend was tying the knot, but as you stood in front of the door, you had to take a few deep breaths to calm your nerves (you tried to hype yourself up: dont be a chicken, y/n! these are just your old classmates. you will be fine)
pushing open the doors, you gave the waiter your name and followed them into the crowded restaurant. the smell of woodfired pizzas and sizzling garlic invaded your senses as they led you towards the back of the restaurant where the group congregated
immediately, yoonhee spotted you and let out an excited squeal. “y/n!!!!” she ran forward to engulf you in a warm hug. “i’m so glad you made it!”
you couldn’t help the smile that worked its way on your lips. her energy was always infectious. “it’s great to see you too, and congratulations!” you replied sincerely, returning her hug. when the two of you pulled away, you handed her your present. “from me and keeho.”
“ooohhhh!” she said teasingly, “you and keeho? you’re still going steady, then?” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, before accepting your gift. “thank you for this, you didn’t have to.”
you shook your head, “yeah, it’s nothing big. but we hope you’ll like it.”
“let’s go say hi to the others! you haven’t seen them in awhile, right? oh! and i’ve got to re-introduce you to my fiance!!!!”
you let your friend lead you to the larger group, and thanks to her, you felt yourself ease into the group’s conversation. whilst you still missed having keeho by your side, yoonhee did a great job at helping you navigate social situations, just like when you were back in uni
the food and conversation flowed continuously, and you found yourself actually enjoying yourself. who would’ve thought? you almost forgot why or what you were so concerned about earlier today
and as the current conversation about astronomical rent prices and how impossible it was to live affordably in new york eventually died down, one of them turned to you and asked, “so, y/n. you came alone? are you and keeho…” he trailed off, unsure of how to phrase his question
“intak!” his best friend, jongseob, hissed as he elbowed him in the ribs.
“actually-” yoonhee began on your behalf,
but you answered, “actually, he’s late. work’s been really busy, so he had to stay back a bit. he should be here soon though.” you replied, with even more confidence than you initially expected. both your answer and your tone left the group pleasantly surprised. this was not the same y/n they knew from university, clearly.
“you’re still together!” another guy, theo, cheered from the edge of the table. theo always liked to claim that he played matchmaker and introduced the two of you, back in the day. “what can i say, i really am the best cupid in the matchmaking business.”
“so, when are you guys getting married?” yoonhee asked with a sly smile. “it’s been, what? four years? surely you’ve talked about it.”
“well actually, we –”
“guys!!!” a familiar voice yelled from behind you, stealing everyone’s attention. keeho sure knew how to make an entrance. “it’s been too long, boys!”
after five minutes of hugging everyone at the table and exchanging pleasantries, keeho finally circled around to you and yoonhee. he took his seat next to you, instinctively resting a warm hand on your waist, and turned to yoonhee, “congratulations! did y/n pass you the gift? you’re gonna love it - we’re the best at gift-giving.”
yoonhee laughed in response. “youre talking it up way too much, yoon keeho. it seems like you haven’t changed at all. and thank you, she did! i can’t wait to open it.”
keeho shook hands with yoonhee’s fiance and exchanged small talk about work, as they were both in the same field. you watched silently as they talked, happy to take the backseat and just listen in, as you usually did with keeho by your side
when the conversation reached a lull, keeho felt your eyes on him, and squeezed your waist in response. “hey.” he said in a low voice, for your ears only. the two of you faced each other and smiled, escaping to your own world. “sorry i was late, it’s been a really busy day.”
“it’s okay…” you trailed off, eyes wandering around the table as you finally realised, “it wasn’t that bad.”
keeho chuckled, “see? you did it. i could tell you were nervous on the phone, but you did it. i’m proud of you.” he leaned forward slightly to press his lips against your hair, as a reward.
“i had help. yoonhee’s great.” you replied sheepishly, eyes downcast as you felt shy
“yeah but coming to a social gathering after a long day of classes and having to actually interact and talk to people? that’s all you, baby.” keeho countered, wanting to give you credit for your efforts. to many, it didnt seem like a big deal. but he knew you. it’s not easy for you to feel comfortable in these situations, especially when you were alone, or tired. he understood that you needed to recharge by being on your own, and that being around people for too long could be draining.
“i suppose…”
keeho hummed in response, “also,” he tilted your chin so you would look up at him. “i missed you.” he smiled sweetly before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss.
“yah! yoon keeho! y/n! pda is not allowed here! geez, go get a room!” theo teased, causing the table to erupt in laughter
you felt the tips of your ears light up, but it seemed like keeho had other plans. he pulled your chair even closer to him with one hand and shoved the middle finger up with the other; all whilst gliding his lips smoothly against yours
