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naesarangyunho · 9 months

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Thighs- Bang Chan

SYNOPSIS: She sits in on one of Stray Kids' dance practices and Chan's thighs affect her big time. Even hours later she's still thinking of them and when she tells him that he comes up with the perfect solution. TAGS: fem. reader, smut, thigh kink, thigh riding, protected sex, praise A/N: This is a rewrite of one of my old works. [2.4k]

She was sprawled out on her shared bed in nothing but one of Chan's old tour t-shirts and her panties. It was Summer in Korea and even with the fan on its highest setting, she was having difficulty sleeping.

That wasn't the only thing keeping her awake though.

She had sat in on one of Stray Kids' dance practices earlier that day and despite being there to help the group review their choreography, she'd had trouble tearing her eyes away from her boyfriend.

He had been wearing cropped grey sweatpants and so therefore not only did the sweatpants do the thing that sweatpants do to men but she could also see part of his thighs.

She knew he worked out, hell she'd even gone to the gym with him before, but that didn't stop her eyes from tracing his legs appreciatively.

His thighs had become so muscular, just like the rest of him, and it was almost mesmerising to watch his muscles move beneath his skin as he danced. Even though hours had passed since then, she could still not stop thinking about that imagery.

She rolled onto her side to look over at her boyfriend. He was seated at the desk across from the bed, one earphone in and eyes trained on his computer screen as he worked on what she presumed to be music.

"Channie, come to bed," She called out, biting her lip as the image of his thighs continued to dance around in her mind.

"I'm still busy, baby," He replied, not even sparing her a glance away from his work.

She huffed impatiently and climbed out of bed and walked over to him. She rested her head on top of his and snaked her arms around his shoulders, "Please?"

He turned his head to press a quick kiss to her arm, "In a bit, baby."

She huffed again and made her way around the chair and smoothly placed herself in his lap, straddling his thighs.

He looked at her in surprise, "Hello there."

She leaned in and pressed a lingering kiss to his lips, "Please."

"Please, what?"

She kissed him again, deeper this time and leaned into his crotch.

It finally clicked in his mind that she wasn't talking about sleep.

"Aw, is my baby needy?" He cooed and she nodded.

He pulled his earphone out from his ear and pushed his laptop away from him, the woman in his lap his sole focus now.

He placed his hands on her hips and held her steady in his lap, "What's got you feeling this way all of a sudden, baby?"

She wrapped her arms around his neck again, fingers weaving through the blond hair at the nape of his neck, "I can't stop thinking about the way your thighs looked at dance practice earlier."

He gave her a curious look, reaching a hand up to stroke her hair from her face, "My thighs?"

She nodded, "Mm-hm. They've gotten more muscular and they're just so nice to look at."

She couldn't help it after being so worked up all afternoon and evening but was probably soaking through her panties by now. The way one of his strong hands gripped her thigh only made it worse. She probably looked so desperate and pathetic, but she couldn't care less.

He pressed a kiss to her lips, "I see. I think I've got just the solution."

He gave her a mischievous grin before lifting her and adjusting her position in his lap so that she was straddling one of his thighs.

She gasped as she felt pressure against her core and he smirked, leaning in to kiss her again, his hands gripping her hips firmly.

He urged her into an open-mouthed kiss, a hand on her chin tilting her head to the side as he slipped his tongue into her warm mouth. She nearly moaned at the feeling of his tongue stroking along hers and tugged at his hair as she felt one of his hands stroke up her thigh, over her hip and up under her shirt.

His hand slid slowly and tantalisingly up the soft skin of her abdomen as he kissed her, finally coming to rest at her breast, cupping it in his warm hand. She leaned helplessly into his touch and pressed her core down against his tensed thigh as his hand kneaded her soft flesh, his thumb stroking over her sensitive, hardened nipple.

She had definitely soaked through her panties now, no doubt about it, and he could probably feel it against his thigh. She was positively aching for attention after having simmered in the thoughts of him all evening.

She broke the kiss, her lips puffy and panted against his mouth, "Please, Chris. Please."

She wasn't even sure what she was begging for to be honest, only that she was craving his touch and that she was aroused beyond measure.

He grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto his thigh with more pressure, "You like my thighs so much, so why not use them?"

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the shell of her ear, "Come on, baby girl. Ride my thigh."

A whimper fell from her lips before she could stop it and when he urged her to move her hips, she did. Slowly at first, just gently rocking her hips but Chan urged her to move with more confidence and soon her head was lolling backwards, waves of pure pleasure hitting her as she finally got that much-desired friction she had been seeking.

Chan leaned forward, still gripping her hips, and attached his mouth to her neck. He left open-mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin and she could feel his warm tongue on her. She moaned and she felt him smirk against her neck.

"You feeling good, baby?"

"Yes, Chan, fuck," She moaned shamelessly, rocking her hips into his thigh at a faster pace. The delicious drag and stimulation of her clit against the firm muscle pushed her nearer and nearer to her peak.

He lifted his thigh further and flexed the muscles as he pressed it up against her with more pressure.

"Oh-" She let out a strangled cry at the action.

He tilted her back slightly, lifting her shirt so he could latch his mouth onto one of her nipples. His tongue against her breast and the muscles of his thigh pressing up into her had that knot in her tummy tightening and she was so close to that tension snapping.

"Chris, I'm-" She cut herself off with something akin to a sob.

"That's good. Cum for me, baby girl."

That was the last push that she needed. She came with a scream of his name, her thighs shaking and her fingers tugging at his hair.

As her movements stilled and the last waves of pleasure washed over her, her head fell forward into his neck as she tried to catch her breath.

"What a good girl," Chan murmured and she just nodded half deliriously against his neck, pressing a soft kiss into it.

She adjusted herself in his lap and she heard the way his breath caught in his throat. She cast her eyes down and saw the way his boxers were tented in the front.

She reached a hand down and placed it on his crotch, "Your turn?"

"Please."

She smiled and kissed his jaw, "Ok. Bed."

He nodded, grabbing her thighs and lifting her as he got out of his desk chair. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bed.

He climbed on top of her, tugging her soaked panties off of her and throwing them to the side.

He didn't remove her shirt, liking the sight of her in his clothing a little too much, but he pushed it up so that he could see her breasts.

He bit his lip as he admired her body for a moment and she smiled warmly. He still looked at her like she was an artwork, a wonder of the world like he couldn't get tired of her even after years of dating. She grew a little impatient though and eagerly reached up to grab his shirt. He chuckled and helped her tug it off of him. He kicked off his boxers and now she was the one to bite her lip, the sight of his hard length having that familiar heat settle in her tummy again.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in, pressing her mouth to his in a fiery kiss. He sighed into her mouth and kissed her back eagerly. He could never get tired of the way her lips just slotted so perfectly with his. Or the way her tongue felt against his. Or the way she tasted. He didn't think he could get tired of her in any capacity.

Her fingers wove through his blond hair again. A jolt of pure arousal coursed through her body at the feeling of his hardness against her thigh. She reached her free hand down to grip his hip and tug his hips flush with hers.

He groaned and broke the kiss in favour of trailing kisses and marks down the side of her neck instead.

She grinded her hips against his and he gave her one last breathless kiss before he separated her to reach across her body to retrieve a condom and lube from the bedside table.

He sat back and she watched with hungry eyes as he gave himself a few strokes before he ripped the condom open and rolled it onto his length, biting his lip at the sensation.

There was a click as he opened the lube bottle and poured some into his hand. He hissed as he wrapped his fingers around himself, spreading the cool liquid over his dick. Satisfied with his work, he turned back to her. He knocked her thighs apart, reaching forward to carefully insert two fingers into her. She took them easily and after her last orgasm, the extra lubrication wasn't even necessary.

She gripped the sheets in her fingers and closed her eyes as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, his fingers curled as he, with practised ease, stroked over all the right places that had her squirming.

She let out a sound of disappointment as he removed his fingers and he laughed softly, kissing her temple, "Patience, baby girl."

He settled himself between her legs and carefully lined himself up with her entrance. It felt like he was taking forever and she huffed, "Please. I want to feel you inside of me already."

He gave her a fond smile before obliging, slowly easing his length into her, the glide smooth after taking him so many times before. He bit his lip as he did so; her heat felt so good around his dick. She took him so well and their bodies fit together like she was made for him and him only.

She wrapped her legs around his as he slowly started rocking his hips into hers and she was all for it but she wanted him, and she wanted him bad. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him in closer, "Faster, please, Channie."

He grabbed her hands in one hand and pinned them above her head as he fulfilled her request. He leaned in to kiss her as he worked and eventually she could barely kiss him back, only capable of moaning against his lips.

He hit her sweet spot over and over and she tried her best to meet his thrusts. It was clearly not enough for him and he let go of her hands to instead grab her leg and throw it over his shoulder as he drove into her with a renewed fervour.

All she could do was grip the sheets between her fingers and let him have his way with her.

He reached his free hand out to her breast and her back arched off the bed as he kneaded the flesh in his strong, warm hand.

" Chan, " She whimpered as she felt that familiar tension growing within her and pleasure thrummed beneath her skin, so so close to taking over entirely.

"You're doing so well, baby, so well." He praised her in between his panting and moaning.

"Oh shit, I'm close baby." He cried out and she tugged him in by the back of his neck for a kiss.

"Me too. Why don't you mmm cum for me?"

"Holy fuck." Was all he managed to get out before she felt his dick twitch inside of her as he came into the condom with a cry.

She threw her head back into the pillow, eyes screwing shut and fingers still fisting the bed as she grew closer and closer to coming undone herself.

He continued thrusting into her despite the feeling of overstimulation building, "Come on, baby."

His words pushed her over the edge and she came hard, screaming his name, for a second time that evening.

He continued moving, letting her ride out her orgasm. Despite the overstimulation and the embarrassingly short period of time since his last orgasm, he came a second time. The feeling of her clenching down on him and the sight of her writhing in pleasure beneath him pushed him over the edge once more

As both their orgasm faded he carefully pulled out, removing the condom before tying a knot in it and throwing it into the bin near their bed.

She remained on her back, fighting to catch her breath, her lower half still tingly and a little numb. If she were to stand up just then her knees would probably give in.

Chan settled down on his back next to her and she gathered enough strength to roll over and rest her head on his chest. His heart raced beneath her ear and she smiled softly. He kissed the top of her head and he interlocked fingers with her as one of his hands found hers.

"You should come watch me practise more often," He spoke up after catching his breath.

"Only if you wear shorts," She mumbled sleepily into his chest.

He kissed the top of her head again and chuckled, "That can be arranged.

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naesarangyunho · 9 months

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Stress Relief- Lee Know

SYNOPSIS: His university coursework is driving him up the wall and his boyfriend Minho has the perfect stress relief solution. TAGS: male reader, smut, fluff, handjobs, anal sex, not sure what else to tag A/N: This is a rewrite. [2.4k words]

After a long stretch of silence that had been filled only by the tapping sounds of a keyboard and occasional page turns, Y/n suddenly gave an aggressively frustrated groan. He glared at his laptop screen and resisted the urge to slam it as he closed it. He rubbed his eyes with another groan- he should really invest in a good pair of blue light glasses. Perhaps he should speak to his optometrist about adding a blue light filter to his prescription lenses.

His boyfriend, Minho, who had been curled up on the sofa behind him, looked up from his book, "What's wrong?"

He turned to face him, his glasses knocked skew from rubbing his eyes earlier and his hair a mess from running his fingers through it. It was kind of an adorable look, Minho wasn't going to lie.

"This assignment is really testing my patience, that's what. This lecturer hates me, I'm telling you."

Minho frowned; he didn't like seeing his boyfriend anything but happy.

Y/n sighed again for what felt like the nth time that evening. He removed his glasses and placed them haphazardly on the desktop as he turned in his chair to face Minho properly

"I don't know what to do, babe. This is due by Friday and I-"

He cut himself off. He honestly looked like he was going to cry. Minho discarded his book on the end table before making his way over to the younger man.

He climbed onto his lap and placed his hands on his shoulders, "Just try to relax, jagiya."

Y/n looked up at him, still frowning as he held Minho by the hips. He looked too much like a sad puppy for Minho's liking.

"How am I supposed to do that, hyung?" He lamented.

Minho thought for a moment before humming as an idea formed in his mind. He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the younger boy's lips. When he pulled back he smiled softly, seeing Y/n's eyes flutter open and his cheeks flush just the slightest.

Minho admired his beautiful face for another moment before getting up and holding his hand out. He gave him a questioning look but placed his hand in his nevertheless, letting himself be pulled out of his seat. Minho intertwined their fingers and led him over to their room. He followed him willingly, curious as to what the elder was planning.

When they stepped into the room, Minho guided him to the bed and pushed him softly until his legs hit the edge of the bed. He sat down and Minho looked down at him.

"Hyung?" He looked up at him with curiosity.

Minho reached out and ran his fingers through Y/n's hair, "Let me take care of you."

He nodded and let Minho guide him further up the bed and onto his back. Minho climbed on top of him, holding himself up with one hand as the other reached up to cup his face.

He smiled softly at his lover, leaning in and pressing his lips to his. He sighed against his mouth and Minho took that as his cue to move his lips and slowly eased him into an open-mouthed kiss.

He reached up and placed a hand on the back of Minho's neck, his fingers running through the short hair there. Minho smiled against his mouth and stroked his cheek with his thumb.

He reached for Minho's waist, his fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt, trying to pull him closer as the elder moved his lips from his mouth and instead pressed kisses to his jaw and neck. Y/n sighed in contentment, leaning his head back to give Minho more room to work.

Minho lifted him into a sitting position, straddling his hips, to pull his shirt up and over his head. Y/n looked at him, his face flushed and his eyes hooded and tugged on the bottom of Minho's shirt too.

Minho chuckled, "This isn't about me, jagiya." But he removed it nevertheless.

He ran his hands down Minho's chest and traced his abs appreciatively. He watched as goosebumps rose on his skin before the elder removed his hands and guided them to his hips instead.

He pressed himself down into Y/n's crotch and smirked as he felt that his dick had started hardening beneath his ass.

He pushed his ass down again with more intent this time and was pleased to hear Y/n's quick intake of breath. He eyed his flushed face with a small smirk before releasing his grip on the younger boy's hands and pushing him back down into the mattress.

He rolled off of him and the younger gave him a confused look until Minho pressed himself against his side, a leg thrown over one of his. He cuddled into his boyfriend's side and a hand slowly slid from Y/n's chest and down over the smooth planes of his stomach.

Y/n turned his head to look at him. A small, amused smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Hyung, what are you doing?"

Minho gave him a cheeky grin, "Relieving you of stress, baby."

He gulped, his heart jumping as he felt Minho's fingers run over the sensitive skin of his hips and lower stomach. His pulse began to pick up as Minho's fingers dipped below the waistband of his shorts, stopping mere centimetres from his hard length.

Minho gave him a soft look, "May I?"

He nodded, biting his lip and closing his eyes as Minho's soft fingers began to slowly run up the length of his cock.

Minho nuzzled his face into his boy's neck and his lips parted as began to suck little marks into the skin. He whimpered and gripped the sheets between his fingers. Minho's heart fluttered at the sound.

He wrapped his fingers properly around his cock, heat pooling in his own belly as he felt it throb in his hand.

He pulled his face back slightly to look up at his face as he gave him a few slow strokes. There was something so beautiful about Y/n's face when he was being pleasured. His flushed cheeks, pants and whimpers were a sight that Minho loved very much- almost as much as he loved the face he made when he climaxed. Minho felt excitement settle at the realisation that he'd be seeing that soon.

He pressed his thumb into Y/n's slit as he worked and Y/n moaned and turned his head to the side and buried it on Minho's neck. The elder felt the precum seeping from his cock and made sure to catch it in his fingers and smear it over the length of the younger's cock. With the added and growing lubrication to aid the glide, Minho increased the speed of his movements and was duly rewarded in the form of his boyfriend gasping and moaning into his neck, breath hot on his ear. There was nothing more arousing than the beautiful sounds Y/n made when Minho pleasured him- It drove Minho crazy.

Minho doubled his efforts, making sure to keep the pace steady the way Y/n liked and apply more pressure as his fingers glided up to his sensitive cockhead.

His hand left the sheets to shoot up and cling to Minho as his orgasm approached him swiftly. He was beginning to writhe against Minho, hips starting to chase after his pleasure and the sight coupled with the sounds falling from Y/n's lips had Minho achingly hard. Minho wouldn't be surprised if he could cum completely untouched just like this, pleasuring his boyfriend.

"Please, hyung. Please ," He was panting into Minho's ear, not even quite sure what he was begging for, but Minho knew and he'd be damned if he didn't give it to him. Minho picked up the pace and turned his head to nuzzle his way back into his neck. He licked and nibbled at his skin as he worked him towards completion and Y/n began thrusting up into his hand in desperation. He pressed his thumb down on his tip, "Cum for me, jagiya."

Barely seconds later he came hard with a choked cry of Minho's name. Minho continued to stroke him, only stopping when his hips were twitching in overstimulation and he'd milked him of every last drop of cum.

"Holy shit," the younger panted, trying to catch his breath. He lifted a hand to hold Minho's head and pressed a sloppy kiss to his hair.

"Are you feeling better now, jagiya?" Minho inquired, nuzzling his face into the younger's neck again. He liked it there. It was warm and smelt like Y/n.

"Mm-hm. Thank you, baby," He mumbled in response.

Minho smiled against his neck, "Good."

Y/n mirrored his smile. He stretched his legs a little and knocked his thigh against Minho's crotch in the process. His gaze shot down upon hearing Minho's quick intake of breath and realisation hit him as he felt the hardness against his thigh. The front of Minho's sweatpants were in a downright state.

"Hyung," He exclaimed breathlessly and made eye contact with Minho again, who was watching him with hooded eyes.

"Sorry, you're just really hot when you cum. I can't help it," Minho admitted sheepishly.

Y/n nudged his leg against Minho's hardness once more, watching his face carefully. Minho's eyes shut and he bit his lips.

He moved from where he was lying and flipped Minho onto his back before straddling him.

Minho looked at him in surprise.

"Let me help you, hyung," Y/n murmured, leaning forward and kissing Minho.

Minho kissed him back for a moment before pushing Y/n back softly. Y/n frowned at him and Minho smiled, "This was for you. Don't worry about me."

He wasn't having it, "No. I want to thank you."

Before Minho could protest, the younger leaned forward and brushed his mouth against the shell of Minho's ear, "I want you to fuck me, hyung."

Minho's breath caught in his throat. Y/n pulled away from his ear to look down at him, "Please?"

Who was Minho to deny him what he wanted?

He reached up and pushed his fingers into the hair on the back of Y/n's neck, pulled his face down and connected their mouths.

Y/n reached his hand over and tangled his fingers in Minho's hair, tugging at it and kissing Minho back, his lips open and dragging against Minho's lips in the most satisfying movement. Minho sighed into his mouth, easing his tongue into the younger's mouth and pressing it against his. He moaned, sucking gently on Minho's tongue. The elder groaned into his mouth as he began to grind down on him.

He switched their positions in one swift movement and pressed Y/n into the mattress once more. The younger didn't waste another second before he was once more connecting their lips in a hungry kiss. Minho moved a hand to clutch to Y/n's hip, his fingers pressing into the skin. He was so incredibly aroused at this point that it had become almost painful.

He pressed his hips into his and was surprised to find that he was already hard again. Y/n thrust his hips up against him again, basking in the small relief the friction brought.

"Oh, fuckkk ," Minho whined against his mouth and the younger smirked, repeating the action. Minho wasn't sure how much longer he'd last at this point. He hurriedly reached between them to help him shimmy out of his shorts before doing the same with his own sweatpants, shuddering as the cool air hit his dick. Minho pressed a kiss to his lips, biting his lower lip before reaching across him to grab lube from their nightstand.

Y/n bit his lip in anticipation as Minho settled over him and poured a decent amount of the cool liquid into his hand. His hand found its way to Y/n's entrance, his deft fingers working him open and he only stopped when he was moaning and grinding down on his fingers.

He slicked up his own length and Y/n whined impatiently and wrapped a leg around his waist in an attempt to pull him closer.

"Hyung," He huffed and Minho couldn't help but smile and kiss his nose. He wrinkled his nose, but was shortly gasping as Minho carefully eased himself inside of him.

Minho held himself over his boyfriend as he slowly started to rock his hips into him and Y/n keened, reaching up to wrap his arms around him.

Minho buried his face in the younger's neck and he grabbed his hip, steadying himself as he gradually increased his pace until Y/n was crying out with each snap of his hips.

Minho panted against his neck as he worked. It felt like heaven being intimate with his boyfriend like this and the tension he'd felt earlier swiftly caught up to him again until he was actively fighting off an orgasm- he was determined to have the younger man climax first.

The younger's fingers were digging into his shoulders, head thrown back in the pillows as he began to meet Minho's thrusts. His second orgasm of the evening was just out of reach and he whined.

Minho removed his hand from Y/n's hip to instead steady himself on his elbow as he reached his free hand between them to jerk Y/n off in time with his thrusts.

"Jagiya, I need you to cum for me," he groaned and the man beneath him nodded half-deliriously, "I'm close, hyung, so close."

Y/n's dick was making a mess of his stomach and Minho's hand but neither of them barely noticed.

The wet sounds of Minho jerking him off and the sound of Minho's moans in his ear sent him crashing right over the edge. He choked out a cry that barely resembled Minho's name as he came hard, fingers digging into Minho's shoulder. That was all it took for Minho to go flying straight over the edge alongside him.

Their movements slowed until they came to a complete standstill, Minho collapsing on top of him.

Y/n held his sweaty body close to his own, fingers running through his hair.

"You feel better now?" He asked after a moment, echoing Minho's words from earlier.

Minho pressed a kiss into his neck, "So much better."

Well, that was one hell of a way to deal with school-related stress.

#kpop #kpop fanfic #y/n #kpop smut #lee know #lee know x reader #male reader #stray kids smut #fluff #college au

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naesarangyunho · 10 months

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I can't breathe

yunho ✧ bouncy 230702

#Yunho go easy on my heart please and thank you #ateez yunho

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naesarangyunho · 10 months

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Just an update:

I have been writing and posting but I just suck at updating Tumblr and have been posting on AO3 only right now. I'll be working on updating my tumblr and catching up on the posts as soon as I can.

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As You Are- Jeong Yunho

Synopsis: Dating an idol was never easy, at least not at first, but after over two years of her and Yunho dating, things had calmed almost completely and atiny just accepted her as a constant in Yunho's life. Y/n has a run in with an anti for the first time in a long time and her words have her hurt and doubting herself a little. Yunho wastes no time in dropping everything to go and comfort her.

Contains: emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, idol/non-idol relationship, fluff, people are mean, Yunho is best boy and so in love. Yunho curses like once.

[Word count: 1.3k]

A/N: I'm trying to clear out my drafts and found this in there, complete already. I have no recollection of writing it but apparently I did.

Yunho was ripped from his messy daytime dream by the sound of his phone ringing loudly by his ear on the bed.

He would've just silenced it and continued his nap if it wasn't for the fact that it was the ringtone he specifically set for his girlfriend. So, he forced his eyes open and sluggishly reached for the device, accepting the call and holding the phone to his ear as he lay in bed.

"Hello?" He mumbled drowsily, his eyes closing of their own accord.

"Yunho?"

Her voice was tiny and suddenly he was very awake, jolting upright and holding the phone firmly to his ear, "What's wrong, my love?"

He heard a sniffle on the other side of the line and the sound broke his heart.

"It's nothing I just…" She cut herself off with a little sob and Yunho was jumping out of bed and pulling on a jacket without a second thought.

"Are you home?"

"Yes-"

"I'm on my way."

"But Yunho don't you have schedules or-"

"Even if I did, I wouldn't care. You need me so I'm coming."

"Yunho-"

"See you in ten, love." and he cut the call before she could protest anymore.

He shoved a cap over his bedhead, tugged a mask on and he rushed across the dorm to the front door. He quickly shuffled his feet into some sneakers before leaving the building, not bothering to call his manager for a ride, settling on an Uber instead.

***

Y/n replayed the interaction from earlier that had turned her into this pathetic, sniffling mess in her mind as she waited for Yunho to reach her flat.

"What can I get you?" The barista asked when Y/n stepped up to the counter. Being in a good mood but also feeling a little chilly courtesy of the late autumn weather she decided to deviate from her usual latte.

"Spiced pumpkin chai latte, please." She ordered and the barista nodded and scribbled it down on her pad before looking up at her again.

"What name should I write down?"

"Y/n."

A flicker of recognition flashed through the barista's eyes and she took a closer look at Y/n, studying her features carefully.

"As in, L/n Y/n?"

Oh, shit.

Y/n smiled awkwardly, "Yeah."

The barista stared a moment longer before she scoffed, "Those articles were just glowing reviews, weren't they? Did they edit those photos?"

Y/n frowned, "What?"

"They made you seem so amazing, and the way he speaks about you as well…" The employee sneered.

"Pardon?" Y/n's heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. It had been so long since she'd been recognised in public, the hype over her and Yunho's relationship dying down after over two years and it had been a long time since she'd been insulted in public.

"There's nothing special about you. Average. Maybe below average. To think Yunho actually settled for someone like you…"

She knew she shouldn't let the words get to her but even after having heard worse than that, the words were still like arrows in her heart because despite the reassurance and love from Yunho she'd always had that nagging voice in her mind that believed everything antis said. She knew that she wasn't exactly a bombshell beauty. She wasn't an idol. She wasn't an actress. She wasn't a model. She didn't work in the entertainment industry in any capacity. She wasn't talented. She wasn't-

"Would have thought by the way he talks about you in lives that you would be extraordinary but you're just…ordinary. Not even that attractive." She continued, eyes still burning into Y/n.

The barista wasn't even creative with her insults, Y/n had heard worse, but her words hurt nevertheless. She felt tears well up in her eyes and the barista noticed.

"Are you going to cry? Fucking pathetic." The woman snorted.

Y/n had run out the store, completely forgetting about her order or the chill sinking into her bones from the weather.

There was a sharp rapping on her door and when she didn't respond, Yunho let himself in with his spare key.

"Sweetheart?" Yunho called out as he entered her flat and shuffled out of his shoes, eyes scanning the place for his girlfriend.

Eventually he found her in her bedroom, sitting up against her headboard with her legs brought in against her chest as she leaned her head down on her knees.

She looked up as she heard her bedroom door creak open and tears finally spilled down her cheeks as she lay eyes on Yunho, concern painting his features and his nose and cheeks flushed pink from the cold air outside.

"Oh, sweetheart," He exhaled when he saw her streaked cheeks and he instantly made his way over to her, joining her against the headboard and pulling her into his arms.

She sobbed into his chest and he kissed her hair, "What happened, my love?"

She just shook her head, fingers clinging to the fabric of his sweatshirt as she cried into his chest.

He stroked her back in soft circles, "It's okay, let it all out. I'm right here."

He kissed her hair, "I love you so much."

A little sob escaped her and she looked up at him, cringing at the fact that she was probably all snotty and puffy but he just smiled gently at her and cupped her face in his warm hands.

"I'm here, love." His eyes were full of concern and she felt-

"Pathetic. I'm pathetic." She bit out, so upset with herself for reacting like this.

He shook his head and his thumbs stroked her wet cheeks, "You are not."

"I am. I'm letting her stupid words get to me."

He frowned, "Whose words?"

"This girl at the coffee shop. She recognised me."

Anger settled in his gaze, "What did she say to you?"

Y/n felt tears well up in her eyes again, "Sh-She said you could do better. She said I'm below average, not even that attractive and called me pathetic. She implied that you were lying with the way you describe me."

Yunho's jaw tensed, "I thought that these people were past this. It's been over two years. Our relationship is none of their business."

"Don't you think she's right, at least a little? I'm not a model, I'm not-"

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare let some dumb bitch's words get to you. Not for a second have I ever thought those things about you. You don't need to be a model or an idol or all that crap. You're gorgeous and perfect enough. I love you exactly as you are…even though you're a boring accountant."

A little huff of a laugh left her at that last comment and she sniffed, cringing at the noise as she wiped her face with her sleeves. Yunho leaned over, snatched some tissues from the box on her bedside table and handed them to her. He didn't even blink when she blew her nose with a wet sound. He didn't care about whether she was put together or messy. After the over two years in which he'd held her hair back as she puked or looked after when she got food poisoning that one time from dodgy take out sushi and so much more, stuff like that didn't matter to him. He loved her at her best and at her worst and he always would.

#kpop #ateez #kpop fanfic #y/n #jeong yunho #ateez yunho #ateez fluff #hurt/comfort #established relationship #yunho fluff

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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I'm going to need to make a masterlist purely for Yunho at this point💀

#ateez #jeong yunho #ateez fanfic #i'm a simp

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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ATEEZ AS LOVE/RELATIONSHIP TROPES pt.2

Part 1

Mingi: Hurt/Comfort

SFW

Everyone one in the room was shocked at the way the dance instructor had spoken to Mingi. Yelling at him in front of all the students about how he wasn't good enough and that he'd never make it in the industry.

Not a single soul in that room would ever call Mingi anything even close to a failure. Not when it was clear to every single person in the room how hard he worked and how talented he was.

Mingi stayed behind after everyone had left and sat down in the corner of the room with his head between his knees. You could see his shoulders shaking and your heart ached to see someone you cared so deeply about hurting this way.

You approached him and took a seat next to him, carefully placing a hand on his shoulder, "Mingi, are you okay?"

He sniffed and looked up, "Go. I'm not worth your time."

You only rubbed his shoulder soothingly, "Of course you are."

Tears brimmed his eyes as he looked at you, "I'm not good enough. I just wanted to be good enough."

It killed you to hear him say that. You carefully cupped his face in your hands, "Mingi, you're more than good enough."

He doesn't look like he believes you and before he can open his mouth to disagree, you lean forward and press the softest of kisses to his lips, "Mingi, you're the most talented person I know."

He looks at you in slight shock before pulling you in for a hug, completely engulfing you in his arms as he buries his face in your neck,

"Thank you."

San: Best friend's older brother

SFW

You couldn't help it. Ever since the first time you had met your best friend's brother you'd been a goner. He flirted with you non-stop and although it seemed like a joke, he himself sometimes claiming it was when his younger sibling nagged at him for coming onto her friend, you had started wondering if it truly was all a joke.

You found any excuse to visit your friend, feeling horrible about how you'd started using it as an excuse to simply see San but you couldn't help it. He was like the sun and like Icarus you couldn't help but gravitate towards him.

Everything was finally set into motion when one night during a sleepover, you couldn't sleep, even though your friend was happily snoring away, and sneaked out the room to the kitchen to get something warm to drink.

You were startled to see San sitting in the dark in the living room as you pass by and flick the light on.

"San?"

His eyes shot to you and you blushed.

"Hey, couldn't sleep either?"

"Yeah..."

His gaze traced your figure for a second, taking in your cute pyjamas and bareface. His lips began to form a smirk and one of his eyebrows lifted- you knew that look.

"Don't flirt with me if you don't mean it," You cut him off before he could even open his mouth. You were tired of him fueling your crush on him when it seemed he didn't feel the same.

He frowned and stood up. You gulped as he made his way over to you.

"Who said I didn't mean it?"

You looked up at him in surprise, "But you never follow through with what you say or joke about doing. You make comments about how kissable my lips look when you-"

You were cut off by him gently gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger and pressing a kiss to your mouth.

"You're my sister's best friend, I didn't want to cause drama unless I was certain you felt the same."

You're stunned for a moment before eagerly pulling him in again.

Wooyoung: Friends with Benefits to lovers

NSFW

You looked and sounded so beautiful when he held you like this. Your words of praise and your keening sounds as he thrusted into you and kissed your neck had his heart tightening even more so.

"Oh, God, Woo, you feel so good. I could be like this with you forever," you moaned, your head back in the pillows and your nails scratching at his back as you wrapped your legs around his waist and met his thrusts.

Be like this with you forever. He knew it was just a passing comment, words produced by the delirium of an impending orgasm but they struck a chord in him and suddenly his pace became sloppy and shoulders began to shake.

It took you a few seconds but once you registered the way he was slowing down and felt his body shake in a way you were almost one hundred percent wasn't anything to do with pleasure, your movements stilled too. A flurry of panic rose in your heart as you felt hot tears land on the skin of your neck where he had his face buried. His thrusts came to a standstill and he sniffed and pulled his head from the crook of your neck.

He wiped his eyes with the back of one of his hands and you lifted one of your own to stroke away the tears with your fingertips. You gave him a concerned look, "What's wrong, Woo?"

He sniffed again and shook his head, "Nothing.'' The sob that followed after said otherwise.

You cupped his face, "Woo, just tell me-"

"God, this is embarrassing. Crying during sex. Let me just-" He tried to pull out and get off of you but you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him down onto your body, not minding the weight one bit and finding comfort in the feeling of his warm, sweat slick skin against your own.

"No, you're not going anywhere. Not until you tell me what's wrong."

There was silence before he spoke into your neck, "I'm in love with you."

You stiffened for a second and his heart dropped but you pulled his head from the crook of your neck and pulled him in for a kiss that left him breathless.

"Dumbass. I love you too."

Jongho: Oblivious Love

SFW

If it wasn't for his friends, Jongho probably never would have realised it for himself.

They watched him glare at the guy that was flirting with you for the umpteenth time this month. He'd brought you coffee and cake. That was what Jongho was supposed to do and that guy didn't even get your favourite order right. Jongho knew your order off by heart. The guy wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you let out a laugh at something he said. Jongho was supposed to be the one holding you and making you laugh. You were his friend. His.

Finally, Wooyoung snapped after Jongho sighed in annoyance for what was probably the hundredth time that afternoon, "Jongho you're so annoying just tell her. It's not that hard."

Jongho tore his eyes away from his from his friend and looked at Wooyoung with a frown, "Tell her what?"

Wooyoung gave him a look of disbelief, "That you're in love with her?"

Jongho's eyes widened and he shook his head, "What are you talking about? What makes you think that? We're just friends."

Wooyoung scoffed, "Jongho. You're looking at that guy like you're ready to plot a murder. You've been like this for so long. Why torture yourself further? Just tell her."

"There's nothing to..." But Jongho started reevaluating his past actions and words suddenly and the more he thought about it, the more it made sense.

It felt like he stopped breathing for a second when the realisation struck him, "Oh god, I'm in love with her."

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and clapped his hands sarcastically, "Well done. Now tell her before I strangle you."

Jongho would've maybe said something about waiting for the right time but then he looked up and saw the guy leaning in. Jongho promptly crossed the room to her and grabbed her hand. He pulled her away before she could even protest and ignored the guys "Hey, what the hell, man?!"

"Jongho, what are you doing? He was asking me out to the movies. I hadn't responded yet!"

"I can take you to the movies." He said and she frowned at him, "Jongho, I meant as a date."

"So did I."

She stood still in shock for a moment and Jongho panicked.

"Shit, I messed up didn't I. I don't know what I was thinking. You don't have to-"

She gave him a small smile and pecked his cheek and her heart fluttered at his shy smile and flushed cheeks, "I want to."

#kpop #ateez #y/n #ateez fluff #smut #choi san #jung wooyoung #song mingi #choi jongho #ateez imagines #love tropes

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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Teach Me pt.3- Jeong Yunho

NSFW MINORS DNI

Synopsis: After a conversation with his friends one night out, Yunho can't stop thinking about how he's never given head before. He works up the courage to ask his girlfriend to teach him how. Contains: Yunho getting yet another lesson in pleasure, oral Sex (fem. receiving), sub Yunho (kinda), mostly virgin Yunho, experienced reader, praise kink, corruption kink (kinda), size kink, Yunho is best boy, his friends are bullies fr, Jeong Yunho has giant hands, Alcohol

[Word Count: 4.1k]

A/N: After writing this I realised that not all countries have an 18 drinking age like mine so since Yeosang, Mingi and Yunho are only around twenty this could be considered underage drinking. Sorry about that.

If Yunho was going to point fingers and put the blame on anyone, it would be Seonghwa.

Sure maybe Yunho had been thinking…thoughts… but they had been shoved into the back of his mind, a curiosity that he just assumed would maybe be fulfilled one day.

But suddenly it wasn't at the back of his mind anymore.

Seonghwa had recently graduated with his bachelor's and so he had invited his friends out for drinks and some good old barbecue. His friends ended up consisting of only Yeosang, Mingi and Yunho by the end of the night, the rest staggering off home at various intervals.

"You know what I miss most about being in a relationship?" Seonghwa spoke up after taking a sip of his so-maek.

"What?" Mingi had replied, the word slightly slurred.

"Giving head." Seonghwa lamented.

Yunho nearly choked on his beer while the other two just nodded solemnly in response to the eldest's words. How did they get from discussing campus gossip to this?

Seonghwa put his glass down with a slightly harder-than-needed movement, the sound noticeably audible in the packed restaurant, and fixed them with a grim look.

"Do you know how long it's been?"

Yunho was watching silently, fighting off the burning creeping up on his ears, while the other two seemed to be listening avidly.

"How long?" Yeosang inquired, humouring the clearly drunk man.

"Four months. Four months without eating pussy." Seonghwa sounded almost heartbroken and Yunho would've laughed if he wasn't actively fighting off burning cheeks at Seonghwa's words.

"Dude…That sucks," Mingi sympathised and Yeosang nodded along.

"You feel me?" Seonghwa gazed at Mingi and Mingi gave him a solemn nod, "I feel you."

Yeah. They'd had too much drink.

"There's just something about it, y'know?" Seonghwa continued, taking a sip of his drink.

"Somehow it beats receiving head in my opinion," Mingi commented, shoving a piece of suspiciously dark meat in his mouth before chasing it with a swig of beer.

"Right?" Seonghwa held a hand out, gesturing to Mingi as he looked around the table, "He gets me!"

Yeosang wasn't really paying attention, too busy trying to save what was left of the meat on the grill, wrinkling his nose at the burnt smell.

"Yeosang?" Mingi poked him.

"Hm?" Yeosang looked up, clearly a step behind in the conversation.

"Eating pussy. Better than a blow job?" Mingi prompted and Yeosang didn't even hesitate.

"Definitely."

"Favourite part?" Seonghwa inquired and Yeosang looked thoughtful.

"Probably cliché but just making her cum. There's just something about having someone fall apart on your tongue."

"Personally, for me?" Mingi raised his eyebrows and pointed to himself as if they didn't know who he was talking about. (Just how much had his best friend had to drink? Yunho wondered.) "The best is probably when her thighs start shaking and try to close around your head," Mingi continued.

Seonghwa groaned and gesticulated to Mingi with his glass, completely oblivious to the liquid sloshing out all over the table, "Yes! And having to actively hold her open for you? That's just…Fuck."

Yeosang, either still a step behind and not being able to get a read on Yunho or just being a little shit as usual, glanced over to the taller male who had been silent this whole time.

"And you, Yunho? You've got a girlfriend, right?"

Yunho nodded, "Yeah." He didn't like where this was going.

"What's your favourite part about giving head?"

Seonghwa and Mingi both directed their gazes to him, strangely focused for two men who were very clearly intoxicated.

Yunho couldn't fight off the blush that finally washed over his cheeks and ears as three pairs of eyes focused intently on him, eagerly waiting for a response. One he couldn't actually give.

"Uh…"

Mingi narrowed his eyes and pointed an accusatory chopstick at him, "You've given head before, right?"

"Or is there something else you prefer?" Seonghwa piped up.

"Uh…"

Yeosang, being a little less intoxicated than the other two and finally catching up, noticed the pink tint to Yunho's face and the way he was clearly fighting to look them all in the eye.

He barked out a laugh, "You've never eaten a girl out, have you?"

Yunho could kill the blond man. He could rip that wolf cut right off his damn head.

Mingi and Seonghwa both gasped a little too dramatically than what Yunho felt was appropriate.

"You've never eaten pussy before?!" Seonghwa half yelled, his words slurred.

Yunho's eyes widened and grabbed his hyung's arm in a panic, "Could you keep it down?! We're literally surrounded by people."

"Sexual acts are nothing to be ashamed of," Mingi stated matter of factly and Yunho could smother him in his sleep; years of friendship be damned.

"So, you haven't?" Yeosang reiterated and Yunho huffed. He needed new friends. Ones that didn't bully him when they were drunk.

"No. No, I have not eaten…" He coughed, "I have not given head before."

Mingi let loose a deep laugh, "Ha! He can't even say the word!"

"Come on, Yunho. It's not that hard." Seonghwa raised his eyebrows, egging him on.

"Yeah, just say it. You're twenty now. Be a big boy." Yeosang teased.

"Pussy. It's not that tough, just say it." Mingi urged and Yunho groaned.

"Just say 'I've never eaten pussy before'." Seonghwa continued.

Mingi threw a piece of burnt meat at Yunho, "Be a sport. Say it."

Yunho swatted the food away and glared at them, "Fine! I've never eaten pussy before! Happy?"

He said it louder than necessary and two girls at a table near them gave him a side-eye that had Yunho wanting the earth to swallow him whole.

His friends managed a few 'well done!'s in between their hysterical laughter and Mingi slapped Yunho's back.

Yunho put his head on the table, willing them to just vanish into thin air. The cool surface of the table was very welcome against his burning cheeks.

***

A week and a half later, that night was still replaying over and over in his mind. It wasn't that he felt pressured by his friends (okay, maybe a little) but it was because that was something that he had been genuinely curious about before but had been too nervous to bring up with his girlfriend. He wanted to try but the idea of either her rejecting him (there must be girls who didn't like it right? Or what if she just didn't want him to do it?) or the fear of not being good at it were holding him back.

He'd been trying to work up the courage to say something to her but either the timing wasn't right or he just ended up chickening out.

He wanted to ask tonight. He needed to get it out of his system. And she was right there, behind him, already sprawled out across his bed waiting for him to finish his nightly Valorant matches so they could cuddle and binge the series they'd started together recently.

It was kind of the perfect opportunity, right? She was sleeping over so he would have a lot of time with her.

Eventually, he couldn't concentrate on his match and got tired of San yelling at him through his headset and just left, ignoring San's protests.

She looked up from her phone as she heard him say goodbye to his friends. She watched as he shut down his PC but remained seated for a while, staring at the black screen of the monitor and she frowned. She put her phone aside and sat up.

"Yuyu? What's wrong?" She called out and he slowly turned in his gaming chair to look at her. She raised her eyebrows slightly as she noticed the pink staining his cheeks and ears…Red ears were always the tell-tale sign that he was thinking a little too hard about something, usually something physical.

"What's going on in that silly brain of yours, huh?" She murmured affectionately and he looked away from her.

He cleared his throat, "The other night, when I was out with my friends, they brought up a certain topic and uh…"

What had his friends planted in his head now? she wondered.

"They were teasing me because I've never…eaten… Never given head."

Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't been expecting that. He was so adorable. The poor boy couldn't even say it. God, she loved this boy, he was just so endearing.

"Yuyu, look at me."

He reluctantly did as he was asked.

"Is it something you actually want or is it just something you feel pressured to do?"

He scratched the back of his neck, "It's something I actually want I've just… been too scared to bring it up?"

"How come?" She questioned gently. You had to be patient with him. Kind. It was the only way he opened up and also the only way he should be treated in general.

"Um, I didn't know if it's something you're into? And also, I just don't know much about it and I don't want to do it wrong," He finally admitted.

Her heart melted. She moved to sit at the edge of the bed and patted the spot beside her, "Come here, baby. You're too far."

He left his seat at his desk and crossed the few steps across the room to her and the bed. She opened her arms for him and he eagerly sat down by her and let himself be pulled into a hug. He wrapped his arms around her and she kissed his hair.

"Please, don't ever be too nervous to come talk to me about something. I'll never judge you, baby. I'm here to teach you, remember?" She murmured and he nodded before kissing her neck softly.

She smiled and gently pulled his face from the crook of her neck so she could kiss him. She kissed each cheek and then his mouth.

"You know I love you, right?" She whispered and he grinned.

It was something they'd only recently started saying to one another and Yunho could never tire of hearing it.

He cupped her face in his large hands and kissed her, "Yeah, I love you too."

She smiled and ran a hand through his dark hair, "Then know that you're always safe with me. You don't have to worry about being good enough. You automatically always are in my eyes, whether you know what you're doing or not."

He listened to her words and gave her a small smile, "Then, will you teach me?"

"Right now?" She tried to clarify but he seemed to misunderstand.

"Only if you want. You don't have to." He back-pedalled and she shook her head and held his face in her hands.

"That's not what I meant, Yuyu. I was just clarifying. I definitely want that."

"Yeah?"

She nodded, "I'd love that. I'm sure you'll be great at it."

A flicker of hope came alive in his chest. Maybe he could do well.

He kissed her then, hands coming up to tug her into his lap. She let him move her with a giggle. She'd always loved how easy it was for him to manhandle her. Although he was never rough about it.

"What is it?" He inquired upon hearing her laugh. He had grown in confidence enough to finally stop thinking she was laughing at him in situations like this.

"I love how small you make me feel, is all. You're so big and strong and I fucking love it." She wasn't afraid to admit it, kissing him hard to drive home her point.

He groaned against her mouth, "Don't say stuff like that, this is about you, not me."

She giggled again, "Why? Are you getting hard already?"

Once again, he knew now that she was teasing him affectionately. He liked to call that character development. Or maybe education was doing a number on him.

He grabbed one of her smaller hands and brought it down to the front of his boxers, "I don't know, you tell me."

Her breath hitched at his bold move and she resisted the urge to just pull his boxers down and wrap her fingers around him when she felt him hard beneath her hand. She loved what they had now and had no qualms about being in charge most of the time but she couldn't wait for the day that Yunho felt confident enough to take the lead.

"Hm," She kissed him again, biting his lip, "Are you that eager to eat me out?"

"Just wanna make you feel good," he murmured against her lips, hand coming up to weave through her hair.

"You will, you always do." She kissed him, tongue pressing into his mouth. She wasn't lying. Over the five months they've been together he'd only gotten better and better at pleasing her. He was at the point where he could almost effortlessly have her falling apart on his fingers- he had begun to know her body that well.

He curled his tongue around hers, deepening the kiss and holding her close to his body, one hand in her hair and the other pushing up the back of her shirt to stroke over her skin. His hands were always so warm and gentle. The feeling sent shivers through her body and she felt him smirk against her mouth.

His lips left her mouth to trail kisses over her jaw and neck. She tilted her head easily to the side with a pleased hum as he sucked lightly on all the spots he'd learnt she liked. Both hands came down to push up under her shirt and hold her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he gently eased her back a little so he could bend his neck to press kisses to her collarbone and over the top of her clothed breasts. He tugged her shirt down slightly to expose a little more of her skin and just the smallest bit of cleavage and eagerly kissed over that skin too. Lamentably, he'd never actually been able to kiss her there or see her top bare and oh, he wanted that so badly.

He made a little annoyed huff and she chuckled, "What's wrong, baby?"

He looked up at her, "Can you.." He tugged at the hem of her pyjama shirt.

"Off?"

He nodded, "Please, I wanna see."

She leaned back in his lap a little and he steadied her with hands on her hips as she slowly tugged her shirt over her head. His eyes were instantly on her chest. He licked his lip subconsciously as he looked at them before looking up at her again, "Can I?"

She nodded and that was all it took before he had his mouth on her again. As always, despite being super eager he was careful and gentle about his affection at first, testing the waters. She let out another pleased hum as he spread kisses all over one breast before moving to the next and repeating the action. Eventually, he shyly closed his lips around one nipple and her breathy whine was all he needed to be a little more confident about the action. He sucked and licked softly at one before repeating the action at the other.

By this point, she was probably soaked and with a little groan, Yunho realised she was helplessly grinding down on him. He kissed his way over her breasts, up her neck and back her mouth as he snaked a hand in between their bodies to cup her clothed heat in his hand. Her hips jumped and she pushed down on his hand with a whine, "Please, Yunho."

He was eager to get started, to finally taste her for real, but he still didn't know exactly what he was doing.

"How do you want me?" He asked and she started shifting out of his lap, very reluctantly on her part. She wouldn't have minded cumming on those pretty fingers of his but reminded herself there was a task to be completed.

"On your knees."

Yunho's dick twitched at her words. He quickly moved to kneel on the floor by the edge of the bed, "Like this?"

She nodded and passed him a pillow, "Here, baby, kneel on this."

His heart warmed at the thoughtful gesture and he did as he was told.

She scooted to the edge of the bed, another pillow in tow.

"Help?" She murmured, tugging at the waistband of her sweatpants.

Yunho was quick to reach forward and help her tug her sweats and panties down and off her legs. He haphazardly threw them to the side, eyes too focused on his completely naked girlfriend. He didn't think he'd ever seen a better sight in his life.

"Wow." He breathed as he watched her place the pillow under her hips and position herself accordingly.

"Wow, what?" She questioned and he grinned.

"Wow, you're gorgeous. Like, completely."

For once he had her blushing, "Thank you."

He hummed in response but then his focus was drawn to her soaked pussy.

"Oh, fuck, " He groaned under his breath.

He wanted so badly just to dive in but he was being taught a lesson and he couldn't just skip ahead. He looked up at her, "What next, my love?" His hands found their way to her thighs, stroking the soft skin gently as he spoke.

She sighed at the feeling and leaned back on her elbows, "Well, that's a good start. Diving straight in is all good and well but building up to it is always worth it."

He ran his fingers up and down her thighs again, fingers trailing down over her inner thighs now, "Oh?"

She bit her lip and nodded, "Keep touching my thighs. Kiss them if you want. The rest of the area around there is just as sensitive."

He gripped her thighs and pulled her a little closer to the edge of the bed and she gasped. He looked up at her, "Okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay. Keep going."

He pressed a kiss to the inside of her knee, "Alright."

She watched him as he started pressing soft kisses to each knee before slowly starting to trail feather-light kisses over her inner thighs. Careful, always so careful.

"Yuyu, you're allowed to suck and bite like you usually do."

He merely hummed in response, most of his focus on what he was doing. He slowly started increasing the pressure of his kisses until he was pressing open-mouthed kisses to the skin, biting gently before licking over the spots. It didn't take long for her breathing to pick up again. Not when his mouth felt that good despite not even being on her yet.

His kisses would creep closer and closer to her centre before moving away again and the action had her squirming in his hold. When he finally pressed a gentle kiss to her mound, her hips jolted of their own accord and she let out a breathy whine that went straight to his cock.

He repeated the action and she made another little sound, fingers clutching the duvet tightly.

"What do I do now?" He spoke up, barely lifting his head. The sight of Yunho's head buried between her thighs was something she could definitely get used to.

"You can start with flattening your tongue out and-"

He did as suggested, slowly licking over her slit as he maintained eye contact with her, "Like this?"

He wasn't even looking up at her in an attempt to be seductive, she knew, he was merely curious and focused on her reactions but it still drove her mad, "Oh, fuck, Yunho you're going to be the death of me."

He assumed that meant he was doing it right and repeated the action, this time dragging his tongue over her wet entrance and then back to the top.

He groaned and resisted the urge to just bury his tongue inside of her, "You taste so fucking good."

She could tell he was sincere, that he wasn't just saying that in an attempt to rile her up, and that had a moan escaping her.

He repeated the movement, this time putting more pressure, dragging his tongue through her folds and her hips jolted as it passed over her clit.

His brows furrowed in concentration as he once more licked at her until his tongue once more found her clit. He lightly flicked it with the tip of his tongue and she cried out, hand shooting into his hair.

"Yes, like that. Good boy ," She crooned and his chest filled with that familiar little sense of pride.

He did it again, a little more pressure this time and she pushed herself against his mouth. He flattened his tongue again and let her grind herself down against his mouth. Her breathing was coming out in little puffs and she whined helplessly at the feeling of his warm tongue against her like this.

"Yuyu, can you try and suck on my-"

She didn't even get her words out before Yunho's lips were closing around her clit, sucking so gently on it she thought she'd cry.

"A little harder, baby."

Naturally, he was quick to listen. He was enjoying himself a lot, if he was going to be honest. With her moaning and grinding down on his face like this, he was quickly starting to understand the hype about eating girls out.

She cried out as he repeated that action over and over, her fingers pulling on his hair. Fuck, he loved that feeling.

He tried to move to do something else but she shook her head quickly, fingers tightening in his hair, "No, baby, stay like that please."

If his mouth wasn't occupied she knew he'd be apologising so she smoothed her fingers through his hair softly for a second, "It's okay, keep going."

His fingers tightened on her thighs and he resumed his actions, doubling his efforts this time. Her fingers were back to pulling on his hair as that heat in her belly grew and grew until she felt warm and fuzzy all over, her orgasm just out of reach.

She whined and wrapped her legs around his shoulders, grinding against his face helplessly. Yunho could barely breathe but he didn't care in the slightest, too busy worrying about making her cum. He lightly ran his nails down her thighs as he worked and when she tugged at his hair again he couldn't help the moan that fell from his lips.

Knowing that he was genuinely enjoying himself coupled with just how good she was feeling, one more light scratch of his nails down her thighs and she was falling over the edge with a broken cry of his name, pressing down hard against his face. Yunho held her shaking thighs open as he worked her through her orgasm. As the last quivers of pleasure ran through her, he greedily lapped up every last drop of her release with a little moan. He pressed one last kiss against her skin before looking up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he did so.

Her eyes were still shut, mouth open as she fought to catch her breath. Yunho's eyes took in every last detail of her post-orgasm glow with a proud grin. He'd done that.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at him. She offered him a small, lazy smile, the hand in his hair loosening its grip to instead gently run through his messy locks.

"You did so well, baby. Made me feel so good," She murmured affectionately and his grin broadened further.

He happily pressed a kiss to her thigh, "I had an excellent teacher."

She let out a huff of a laugh and started slowly sitting up, taking her legs off his shoulders as she did so. He instantly missed the weight. He was definitely making this a regular thing.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?" She asked and he shook his head, "No, I don't mind. Do you need help?"

"No, thank you. I think I'm alright." She said, getting up, only for her knees to wobble. She sat down again and gave him a sheepish look, "Maybe."

He laughed and finally stood up, his own knees aching a little, and helped her up.

"You've incapacitated me. Are you proud of yourself?" She grumbled as she let him help her to his bathroom.

He pressed a quick kiss to her hair with a big grin, "Yup. Very."

"Dumbass."

He only laughed in response. Yeah, he finally understood what the others had been talking about when they'd been listing what they enjoyed. Next time Yunho would definitely be responding with "All of the above."

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Teach Me pt.2- Jeong Yunho

NSFW MINORS DNI

Synopsis: It's been a month since the first time she touched him. Since then she's been quick to take care of him every time he was even remotely horny but he was yet to have the chance to take care of her. He asks her to teach him how to please her. Contains: Yunho gets another lesson in pleasure, sub Yunho (kinda), mostly virgin Yunho (poor guys is being slowly corrupted), slight corruption kink, fingering (fem.), cum eating (kinda), Yunho has nice hands, like super nice, Yunho is best boy, blow job

She and Yunho were spooning on his bed, intending to watch a Marvel movie that had recently come out but the opening credits hadn't even finished rolling before Yunho began to lose focus.

She just felt so good tucked against his body like this and the way she smelled like him after using his shampoo when she'd come over straight after work earlier made him dizzy. Naturally, and despite his best efforts to avoid it, it didn't take long for him to grow hard against her. She had clearly noticed if her pressing her ass back against his crotch was any indication.

She reached a hand back to run her fingers through his recently dyed hair, "Distracted?"

He responded by nosing at her still slightly shower-damp hair with a little hum and reaching over to press a hand to her tummy, holding her against him.

She chuckled and circled her hips again, "You get worked up so easily. It's cute."

He felt his cheeks flush and started to take his hand off of her but she was quick to reach for it and press it back on her stomach. She pressed back against his hardened length again and a little whine left him. God, she loved that sound. She did it again, circling her hips and his breath hitched. He held her tight against his body and slotted a leg between hers. She felt her body slowly begin to respond to his touch and the little sounds he was making.

She tilted her head up and used the hand in his hair to tug him in for a kiss. The angle was a little awkward but he was quick to reciprocate, his kisses as sweet and eager as always. They quickly became less sweet and more eager as she pressed her tongue into his mouth at the same time as she deliberately circled her hips again. He moaned into the kiss and his leg hitched up further. She gasped as his thigh made contact with her core and his hand slid lower on her belly, pinky finger resting just below the waistband of her shorts.

She could feel heat pool in her belly and feel her panties begin to dampen but she pushed it aside and turned over onto her side to face him. She broke the kiss in the movement but she was quick to reach for him again and reconnect their lips once she settled.

Yunho whined again and she assumed it was because of the loss of pressure against his hardening cock but, really, he was just frustrated and wanted to touch her.

"Let me help," She murmured, fingers already undoing the drawstrings of her boyfriend's joggers but he caught her hand.

"What about you?" He breathed.

Ever since that first time, she'd been quick to take care of him every time he was remotely horny but despite it being a month since the first time, he still hadn't had the opportunity to touch her.

"Don't worry about me, baby," She assured him but he wasn't having it.

He shook his head and his grip on her wrist tightened a little, stopping her from touching him, "I wanna make you feel good."

His words sent a thrill through her body and she considered it. Since this was all new to Yunho she had been trying to take things slow and pamper him instead. She honestly enjoyed having him come apart in her hands or mouth but she would be lying if she said she hadn't thought about what those pretty fingers of his could do.

"Please?" He pleaded and he looked so eager to please her that she finally relented.

"Alright,"

He grinned but his grin melted into a serious and slightly nervous expression. She reached a finger up to smooth out his brow. He frowned too much.

"What's wrong? You don't have to if you don't want to, pup."

"No, I want to. It's just that… I need you to teach me."

Well, she had promised to do that the first time hadn't she?

She kissed him gently, "Of course."

He watched her carefully, his hand sliding to her waist and she sighed as he squeezed a little.

She pulled him in for another kiss, gradually easing him into an open-mouthed kiss as she reached down and held his hand, guiding it up her body to her breast. She smiled into the kiss as he faltered but her smile turned into a little gasp as he gave the soft flesh an experimental squeeze. The sound spurred him on and he kissed her a little harder, pressing his large hand a little more firmly into her skin and kneading it with his fingers, his palm pressing down on her nipple. Her breath caught in her throat as his leg slotted between hers again and pressed up against her clothed heat.

He broke the kiss, "Is this okay?"

She nodded almost breathlessly, "You're doing great. Keep going, baby."

He offered her a quick grin before diving in to kiss her again, pressing his thigh up against her again and flexing the muscle. A little whine left her mouth as she ground down against him almost helplessly and Yunho thought that was one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. He needed more.

His mouth left hers to press kisses to her jaw before dipping lower to kiss her neck as he flexed his thigh again. One of her hands found purchase in dark his hair as he dragged his teeth lightly down the skin of her throat before nipping it lightly.

"Can I leave marks?" He whispered against her skin and he sounded so sweet and polite despite the fact that he had his girlfriend wet and rutting against his thigh. He drove her crazy.

"Fuck, of course you can."

He didn't need any further encouragement before she felt him sucking and nipping at her neck, decorating her skin with little reminders that he'd been there, that he'd made her feel good.

His lips found hers once more, licking into her mouth. She couldn't help but think that for his first time, he was doing very well.

"Can I touch you?" He asked softly, his hand leaving her breast to rest on her hip.

She wanted to tease him, saying that he was already touching her but when her eyes fluttered open to look at him, the sight of his earnest and eager gaze won her over. Those big brown puppy eyes would be the death of her.

She nodded and bit her lip as he slid his leg down a bit to make space and his hand moved between their bodies to gently cup her over her shorts. He pressed down a little, ears and eyes trained on her as she pushed against his hand, seeking some friction to relieve the ever-growing tension inside of her. His hand left her body for a second but quickly returned, splaying out on her lower belly, fingers dipping slightly below the waistband of her cotton shorts.

"Can I?" He murmured and she nodded quickly. Her breath hitched when he kissed her softly as he slowly pushed his hand into her panties. He groaned as his fingers finally touched her; she was so warm and-

"Fuck, you're so- is that for me?"

He seemed genuinely surprised, like he couldn't believe he was capable of making her feel that good. She couldn't help but think that he was really underestimating himself and the effect he had on her.

"Yes, silly boy. Who else would it be for?"

He flushed, a small sense of pride filling his chest at the knowledge of the fact that he was making her feel so good that she was already soaked for him and he'd barely touched her. Her heart melted at the tiny, pleased smile on his face and she couldn't help pressing a kiss to those pretty lips of his. Her kiss was quick to become a whimper as he slowly, tentatively dragged his fingers through her folds, searching.

Whereas other people she had been with would have been offended by the action, Yunho just sighed in relief when she reached down and guided him to where she needed him.

He slowly circled his fingers over the spot she had guided his fingers to and watched her face carefully, "There?"

"Up a little-" her hand flew up to grip his bicep as he adjusted his fingers, "There."

He felt another burst of pride as another little sound fell past her lips as he circled his fingers again, applying a little more pressure

"You're doing so, so well, baby."

He smiled to himself at her words.

Just as she had done with him the first time she had touched him, he too paid careful attention to her and when and how she reacted. He made sure to repeat any and every movement that had her eyes squeezing shut or her teeth sinking to her bottom lip. Made sure to double his efforts when more beautiful sounds fell from her tongue. He loved the sounds she was making and was more than willing to work for them, playing her body like an instrument.

Eventually, he couldn't help but lean his head in to kiss her neck and jaw and, really, any patch of skin his mouth could find. He just wanted to make her feel good. Wanted to have her moaning his name as he has moaned hers many times before.

"Yuyu," She murmured and he removed his face from her neck. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him and her racing heart skipped a beat at the sight of his face. His cheeks were flushed, pupils blown wide and eyes hooded. You would think that he was the one being pleasured by the look on his face.

"You wanted me to teach you, right?" She questioned breathlessly and he nodded, his pace slowing but not stopping as he waited expectantly for her next words.

She reached one of her smaller hands down into her pants to guide his fingers a little further down to her entrance. She sighed slightly to herself as the pleasure she'd just been experiencing faded a little as his fingers left her clit but she reminded herself that, ultimately, this was for Yunho.

His eyes flicked down to where their hands disappeared into her shorts and back up. He gulped, nervous but excited nevertheless, "Inside?"

She nodded and gave him a reassuring smile, "It might take a while longer this way but it's worth it."

He nodded more to himself than anything. He had heard that it was more difficult to make girls orgasm this way and naturally started worrying that he wouldn't be good enough. He wanted to be good enough. Needed to be good enough. She reached her hand up to run her fingers through his hair soothingly and gave him a soft kiss, "Don't think about it too much, baby. You'll do perfectly. And even if you don't, that's alright too. We have lots of time for you to practise."

"But I want to make you feel good."

He was frowning, eyes hesitant but determined and she couldn't help but give him another kiss.

"I… How?" Yunho hadn't moved his hand yet.

She petted his hair again, "Put one finger in so long."

He took a little breath and slowly pushed his middle finger into her and his gaze moved to her face again, "Okay?"

She nodded, "Mm-hm. Move it."

He did as he was told and even though he was getting shy, he kept his eyes on her face. After a while, she hummed, "Add another, love."

Once more he did as he was told, pressing his ring finger in alongside his middle finger and began moving his fingers again. She kissed him once, humming at the feeling of his fingers inside of her. They were so long and were reaching places she hadn't been able to before. It felt good. What would feel even better would be-

"Yuyu?" She murmured softly.

He was quick to panic, "Yes? Am I doing something wrong?"

She shook her head with a reassuring, loving smile, "No, you're not. I just want to continue our lesson."

"Oh, okay." His pace slowed a little as he focused on her but she didn't mind.

"Do you know what the g-spot is?"

This was starting to sound like a science lesson. She wanted to laugh at the thought but she didn't want Yunho to take it out of context and think she was laughing at him.

He nodded, "I've heard of it."

"Good. I want you to curl your fingers up to run along the top."

He looked down, very focused, as he followed her instructions, "Like this?"

"Yes, baby. Now press your fingers down a little harder as you-"

She interrupted herself with a gasp as he somehow managed to press almost perfectly into that soft, sensitive part of her.

"There?" He did it again, watching her face. This time he landed on his mark perfectly.

"Yes!"

Yet another burst of pride and excitement filled his chest as her eyes fell shut and a whimper rolled off her tongue as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her just like she taught him to.

"Oh, fuck, Yunho, you're the p-perfect student."

A comment you wouldn't think to hear in bed outside of some sort of role play but to Yunho there was no better comment; that comment meant he was doing well.

"Does that feel good?" He murmured, kissing her jaw.

Her arm wrapped around his body, fingers digging into his shoulder, "So good. You're making me feel so good, Yuyu."

Something about her praise and the fact that he was making her feel good had Yunho in knots and he just knew he was leaking. He didn't think he'd ever been this hard in his life.

"Can we switch positions a little, my love?"

She nodded, "Yes, just please don't stop."

He kissed her quickly, "Onto your back, please."

She wordlessly did as she was asked, opening her legs a little wider than she'd been able to whilst lying on her side. Yeah, this was much easier.

"Sweetheart, do you mind if I pull your shorts down?"

She nodded half deliriously, reaching down to do so herself instead. Yunho faltered for a split second as he laid eyes on her.

"Fuck," He exhaled shakily, his dick twitching in his joggers.

And then he was even more eager than ever to do well. He wanted to see her absolutely soaked, wanted to see her cum on his fingers more than anything.

One of her hands reached up to weave through his hair, tugging at it as she pulled him down to kiss him. The kiss was sloppy and eventually she gave up even trying to kiss him back, unable to do anything more than pant against his lips.

"Faster, Yuyu," She moaned against his mouth and he complied immediately, groaning at the way her face contorted in pleasure and he eagerly captured her moans in a kiss.

He groaned lowly as her grip on his hair tightened and she started meeting his thrusts, fucking herself down on his fingers.

"C-close, Yunnie."

Yunho sped up a little more, making extra sure to press against that sensitive spot inside of her perfectly with each thrust of his fingers. Whereas in the past it would've had him blushing and shy, the lewd sounds from the movement of his fingers in and out of her soaked pussy had his pulse racing and dick throbbing.

"Are you going to cum for me, my love?"

She nodded, pulling him down and burying her face in his neck, whimpering against his skin.

"Please, won't you cum on my fingers for me?" He murmured and his words and their pleading, eager tone were what finally had that tension in her snapped.

"Oh,fuck, Yunho!"

And there it was, what he had been craving; her crying out his name as she came for him.

His dick was so hard and the heat in his belly was so hot that as she clenched down on his fingers and bit into his neck with a muffled whimper, he could have cum right there in his pants.

Eventually, her legs stopped shaking and she slowly stopped lazily grinding down on his fingers as the waves of pleasure that rolled over had finally begun to fade.

She moved her head to give him a sweet, breathless kiss, "Thank you, Yuyu."

He kissed her back before giving her a slightly nervous smile, "Did I do alright?"

She grinned and kissed him again, "You did amazing, baby. So amazing. My good boy."

And there it was, that flush to his cheeks and that sparkle in his eyes. Her heart always melted at the sight.

Yunho realised his fingers were still buried inside of her and he slowly pulled out, looking down at his wet, glistening fingers in silent fascination. She watched him curiously then groaned as he mirrored exactly what she'd done that first time and popped his fingers in his mouth.

He licked his fingers clean with a light whimper and she glanced down as she felt his hips rock against her hip helplessly.

"You taste so good," He groaned. He tangled a leg with hers, leaning slightly over her body and she could very clearly feel the hardness of his cock against her.

"You look so fucking gorgeous when you cum. I could've cum from just watching you," He admitted breathlessly against her lips.

She kissed him, tongue curling around his for a moment, before she gently nudged him until he was on his back.

She kissed him once more before lifting his shirt and scattering kisses along the smooth skin of his abdomen and soft tummy until she came to the waistband of his joggers.

"What are you up to?" Yunho asked, looking down at her.

She tugged his pants down, finally freeing his leaking cock.

"Rewarding you for being a good student."

As she wrapped her fingers around him and took the tip of his dick into her mouth, Yunho couldn't help but think that, despite his past proclamations of hatred towards education, here he was, enjoying every fucking second of it.

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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Saw a post like this with negative outlook so I asked for it to be fixed

#duck

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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I forget about that until I get comments like "Mm, that hit the spot." or "This made me so horny" etc. like I've had readers say before. It comes as a shock to me each time and I've got no idea why. But I'm honoured if I've made you feel good through my work. It's a compliment I think

How do fanfic writers feel knowing that people might have been masturbating to their work?

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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You already know this but San x fem!reader pretty please <3 Where him and the reader go from friends to strangers to lovers. San and reader misunderstand their feelings for platonic ones and eventually fall apart due to "unrequited love", San sees reader asomeone else and tries to win her back. Write me your smuttiest smut >:)

All About You- Choi San

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

(Title from All About You by ATEEZ)

Contains: childhood best friends to lovers, realisation of feelings, getting together, fluff, angst with happy ending, protective bestie Mingi, strangely responsible Wooyoung and Yeosang, the rest of the boys being chaotic, eventual smut, fingering (fem), hickies, unprotected sex (you guys stay safe though), slightly possessive and jealous San, idk what else

[Wordcount: 8.2k]

A/N: I went off script a little, bestie, sorry😭 I'm also sorry it's so long😭 I hope you like it still.

San pulled out and rolled off of his girlfriend before he'd even properly caught his breath again, eager to move onto something else and Yunji just watched him with a scowl.

She wasn't sure if he was even aware of what he was doing but she couldn't help but think that as time passed he seemed to want to be less and less intimate with her. They hadn't been on a single date in months which she supposed in the grand scheme of things wasn't all that important but it still hurt. What hurt even more though was that he barely held her anymore and she had started to get the impression that sleeping with her had started to seem like a chore to him. He wasn't as passionate as he had been when they had first met and it was beginning to seem that he wasn't even enjoying himself anymore. He wasn't as vocal anymore during intimate acts and seemed to focus more on climaxing than the journey to climax. To be honest, it hurt so badly. She loved this man so deeply and had for so long and for him to make it seem like he was losing interest in her body and her in general hurt. She tried to convince herself she was just being a chronic over-thinker and that none of it was true. It worked. Almost.

The scowl on her face deepened as he turned his back on her, not even sparing her a quick smile or kiss, and pulled his phone off the bedside table. He stayed like that for a few minutes, on his side, busy with his phone that was on charge.

"San?" She murmured. She was curious but also annoyed, especially when he merely hummed in response to her calling his name.

She cleared her throat, "I was thinking that maybe we could-" He still wasn't paying attention to her, eyes glued to his phone screen.

"San!" She said louder this time, putting her hand on his shoulder.

He looked at her over his shoulder distractedly, mind seemingly elsewhere, "What?"

She felt a little hurt by the look of what almost looked like disinterest and impatience on his handsome face. A stark contrast to the sunshine-esque grins that usually took that place on his features.

"I was trying to ask you something," She paused and eyed his phone screen with a frown, "What are you even doing?"

He sat up against the headboard, taking his phone off charge as he did so, "Well, as of next Friday, Y/n and I have been best friends for twenty years and I want to get her something to celebrate. Any ideas?" He asked with a proud grin.

She gave him an incredulous look, "You're worried about her when…" She sighed dejectedly, "Do you even know what day it is?"

"Uh…Saturday? Am I forgetting something?" He responded in confusion with that little head tilt she'd once found so endearing.

Pain shot through her heart, quick and sharp; they had been together for so long that you'd think he'd remember the important things. She gave him a heartbroken look of disbelief, "It's our third anniversary."

His face fell and he instantly reached for her face, cupping it in his hand, "Oh, fuck, baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know how I could forget."

"But you managed to remember the exact day you met her in kindergarten?" She let herself lean into his touch for a moment before pulling her face away. His heart ached at the way she moved out of his hold, sitting up and tugging the sheets over her naked body.

"I... It's hard to forget, Ji. She'd just moved to Namhae and joined us in our class exactly a week before Chuseok and-"

Yunji scoffed, tears collecting in her lashline- she wasn't even sure if they were the result of anger or sadness anymore, "Do you even remember how we met?"

"Yes, of course," He reached for her hand with a warm smile, "We met at Seonghwa's graduation party. Jongho invited you."

A deeply sad look settled in her eyes at his words, "San… We met at the Starbucks near the library at SNU. Jongho's girlfriend set us up on a blind date."

His smile fell from his face, "Oh, yes of course. I'm sorry, I was mixing it up with-"

Yunji pulled her hand out of his, her gaze hardening, "Your ex. That's how you met your ex."

San panicked, "I'm sorry! Sometimes I don't have the best memory."

She shook her head with a humourless laugh, "But you can remember things like when she cried after her first kiss because she thought the guy was ugly? Or that her favourite stuffed animal's name is Terry? Or the time Mingi tricked her into drinking some crazy mixture he'd thought up and she puked on his new shoes? Or the time she fell down Yunho's stairs at his housewarming party and needed stitches? Need I go on?"

San frowned, "Those things happened before you and I met, how do you know about all of that?"

She finally snapped, "Because you never stop fucking talking about her!"

He was taken aback by her outburst, "She's my best friend…What are you insinuating?"

"That you're in love with her, San!"

San's stomach flipped uncomfortably, "What makes you think that? I'm literally in bed with you."

"That means nothing right now."

"What?"

"San, I've witnessed first-hand how you drop anything and everything for her. I've seen how upset you get every time she starts seeing someone new. You act like she hung the stars in the sky just for you. She outshines everyone else in your eyes. I know it. I've seen how you look at her." Her voice cracked on the last sentence and she paused, wiping at the tears trekking down her flushed cheeks before continuing, "You love her."

"As a friend! I love you. You know that, baby!" He pleaded and tried reaching for her again, wanting to hold her, to make this okay but also mostly to drown out the thoughts he'd always pushed back that were suddenly louder than anything else in his head.

"Yeah? You've not once looked at me that way. Never, San! You barely even touch me anymore. Do you have any fucking clue how much that hurts?"

He paused, her words finally sinking in. She watched the wheels in his head turn and her heart dropped into her stomach at the flicker of realisation she saw in his eyes. She had hit the nail on the head.

"I… I love you," He murmured, his chest tight, but even he could hear the uncertainty in his voice.

She shook her head sadly and got up, pulling the sheets off of him and wrapping herself in them as she walked towards their shared closet.

For once, considering their conversation and the way she didn't even seem comfortable enough around him to let him see her naked suddenly, the normally confident San felt ashamed when he was left naked on the bed and rushed to grab his boxers off the floor and yank them on.

He left the bed after her and made his way over to where she was struggling to pull a duffel bag off the top shelf with one hand, her other still clutching the sheets to her body. He wanted to help her but he had a horrible feeling about where this was going.

"What are you doing?" He sounded panicked and it almost made her feel guilty. She avoided looking at him, knowing that his sad puppy eyes would hurt more than anything.

She managed to finally yank the bag free and let it fall to the ground at her feet as she reached for his clothes.

His eyes widened, "Baby, what-"

Her head snapped in his direction, "Don't call me that!" She hissed.

San's mouth clamped shut and he flinched at the tone of her voice and once again she nearly felt guilty.

She forced herself to ignore the look on his face and started haphazardly shoving his clothes into the bag. All he could do was stand and stare stupidly as she filled it before she roughly zipped it up and threw it at him. It landed heavily at his feet and his stomach dropped to the floor along with it.

"I… I don't understand," He muttered softly but he did. Her intentions were clear as day.

"Get out." She spat, jaw tense and gaze determined. She didn't even bother wiping her face anymore and San's heart ached at the sight of her glistening cheeks. She didn't deserve this. She was good, kind and loving. She was devoted and the more San thought about it, he realised he hadn't been. He hadn't been the person she deserves.

The longer they stood and stared at each other, the worse San felt. Tears bubbled up inside of him. He felt horrible. He might not be crazy in love with her but he cared about her deeply after three years and the fact that he'd repaid her three years of love with this? That hurt.

"I'm so sorry, Yunji, you don't-"

"Shut up and get out!" angry tears shone in her eyes.

She was quite a sight. Jaw tense, gaze hard, cheeks tear-stained, hair sex-ruffled and a sheet clutched firmly to her body. A lover scorned.

"It's late. Where am I supposed to go?" He tried to reason with her as he pulled on his previously discarded shirt.

"I don't care. The streets. That bitch's arms. Your dumb friends. Just get the fuck out!"

"But-"

"Out, San! I don't want to see or hear from you again. You can send one of your stupid friends to come get your shit."

San gazed at her a moment longer, wanting to apologise once more for the absolute fuck up he had made but she was livid and he knew speaking would only further anger her. So, he sucked it up, gave her one final look, grabbed his things and left the apartment.

***

The cold autumn weather was especially cold to San who stood on the sidewalk in nothing but boxers and a t-shirt. It was humiliating but somehow he felt he deserved it.

It was completely dark apart from the glow of a streetlamp further down the sidewalk and San had never been more grateful than when Wooyoung picked up on the first ring and even more so when he and Yeosang picked him up and let him crash at their place.

They listened to him and held him as he cried. He hadn't even been sure about why he was crying by that point. Was it because of the fact that he had broken his girlfriend's heart, a person he considered a close friend at the minimum? Was he crying because he was now losing that close friend and the life they had together? Or was crying because of how hard her words had hit him? How true they were? Was he sobbing because he had only just realised that he was madly in love with his best friend? San felt like and probably was the biggest idiot on the face of planet Earth.

He had felt too emotionally conflicted and confused to even tell his best friend about what had even happened. He didn't want her asking questions. Questions needed answers and even if San could provide those he wasn't sure that she would like them. He didn't need to lose another person he cared about- especially not her. Never her.

She had been highly concerned for that week and a half after the breakup she wasn't even aware of. He hadn't responded to any of her usual texts apart from a quick "Happy 20th anniversary, brat." Nor had he answered any of her calls.

After him being off grid for that long, when he had finally contacted her she had been relieved- only for that relief to once more be replaced by concern when he told her about his break up with Yunji. She had panicked at the news, assuming San was heartbroken and she wanted to be there with him. He had tried to assure her that he was alright but she insisted they meet up, even if it was just to hang out and not talk about her. She said she had missed him and just wanted to see him. He hated the way his heart fluttered when she told him that.

Eventually, he relented and told her to meet him at the beach. He loved the beach. Being from Namhae and growing up relatively close to the ocean, the beach had always been a place San loved. He would go there to clear his head and just breathe the salty air and listen to the sound of the birds. He most liked it at night though, when all he could hear was the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore and could look out at the stars littering the sky. It was his safe haven of sorts and so he chose that time and place for her to meet him.

She hadn't thought the request was strange. She was accustomed to spending nights at the beach with him and it brought her comfort just as much as it brought him. He brought her comfort. It had become a ritual for them to meet there when either of them were feeling out of sorts.

"Hey~" San heard a voice call out and he perked up; he would know that voice anywhere.

He looked up with a grin as his best friend sauntered up to him from up the beach and plopped down next to him on the blanket he had spread out on the sand.

"Hey," He echoed, switching his beer to his other hand so that he could pull her in for a quick side hug.

She smiled, ruffled his hair and then set her bag down in front of her, pulling out a few more beers and a few bags of chips. San snatched one up instantly, "Hah! My favourite."

She rolled her eyes affectionately at him but her face turned serious soon after and she gave him a searching look. He frowned, a cheese puff halfway to his mouth, "What?"

"How are you holding up?" She asked and he sighed, popping the chip in his mouth and chewing thoughtfully. He washed it down with a swig of beer before speaking again.

"Fine, I guess." He looked into the flickering flames of the fire before him instead of at her. He didn't like the look of pity settling in her eyes. He didn't deserve pity; he'd brought this upon himself.

She placed a hand on his knee, "Are you sure, Sannie? You guys were together for a long time."

He swallowed thickly. To be honest, now that he was away from her and could see the situation from a different perspective, he didn't know how to feel. He had thought he had loved his ex too. They had been together for three years and you'd think that in that space of time he would definitely be in love at some point or another but San wasn't sure anymore.

In light of recent revelations, he thought, perhaps their relationship had been a mistake after all. He had gotten with her around two months after his best friend had gotten with her now ex-boyfriend. If you had said to him at that time that he was doing it out of jealousy he would have laughed, said you were being ridiculous and that he really liked Yunji that's all, but now he wasn't sure about that anymore. Perhaps he really had been jealous and lonely. No, he had been lonely and jealous. Lonely without her and jealous that she would brush him off so often to hang out with a man who had suddenly replaced San as the centre of all her affection. He had hated seeing her in his arms and at that time had chalked it up to being a protective best friend.

Even if he had had passing thoughts about what his feelings had been back then and wanted to break up with his girlfriend after his best friend was single again, he was in deep with his girlfriend and couldn't bring himself to hurt her that way. She had thrown the big 'L word' at him three months in and he felt obligated to return that affection. Even though he couldn't quite bring himself to say those words back to her yet, guilty knowing that he wouldn't mean them the same way, he still pushed on, convincing himself that eventually, those words would fall effortlessly from his tongue and that he could love her back.

And, to some extent, San supposed he did love her back eventually. Enough to move in with her, meet her family and sit by while she fantasised about a future with him he couldn't quite see himself in. Enough to adopt a cat together. A cat he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep now. He scoffed, of all things to truly worry about right now Byeol should be last.

In the present, his best friend frowned at the way he scoffed suddenly and the humourless laugh that came from him, "What?"

He laughed again with a little shake of his head, "Just thinking about whether I get to keep Byeol."

She sighed at the mention of the Siamese, "I don't know but I hope so. But maybe just give Yunji some time to breathe before you meet up with her to ask."

She looked out at the dark ocean and popped open a can of beer and took a sip. He polished off his first beer, debating on whether or not to open a second one. He decided against it for now, instead grabbing another handful of chips.

"May I ask what happened?" She looked at him again and asked gently.

He sighed.

"You know you can tell me anything, right, Sannie? We've been friends since we were four, I wouldn't judge you for anything," She murmured, rubbing his shoulder.

How many of those years had he been in love with her? he wondered. The more he thought about this, the more he realised Yunji had been one hundred percent correct.

"I know."

He didn't say anything after though, just chewed quietly and stared out at the ocean.

Her frown deepened in concern. He was clearly upset but she was struggling to get a read on him. That had never happened before. She liked to believe that she knew San like the back of her hand after all these years.

She took another small, contemplative sip of her beer and stared at him, her mind spinning as she tried to understand what he was feeling.

They sat in silence that bordered on uncomfortable, which was new for them, and after a while San suddenly stirred from his thoughts, cracked open another lukewarm beer and downed it.

She stared at him in shock, "San?"

He tried to grasp at any false confidence the alcohol in his system could bring him as he pulled his best friend in and pressed his lips to hers. She froze, her beer falling to the ground and seeping into the sand and her heart jumped. San was kissing her? San was kissing her.

She reached out and grabbed his shirt collar and moved her lips against his on instinct and he sighed against her mouth before cradling the back of her head in his hand and urging her into a deeper kiss, his tongue swiping at her bottom lip and she easily parted her lips for him but then the taste of beer hit her tongue and she remembered that he'd been drinking even before she met up with him.

She shoved him away and looked at him, confused, flustered and…hurt. He had to be drunk to kiss her?

She felt her throat tighten, "You shouldn't have done that."

San's eyes hardened at her words but his heart dropped at the rejection.

"And why the fuck not?"

She was taken aback by the sharp tone of his voice and the confusion of emotions swirling in his eyes.

Tears welled up in her eyes, "Because you're drunk. Because you're drunk and you're lonely and you miss her but I'm not her, San!"

"This isn't about her!"

"Then who is it about?" She was so confused.

"You! It's about you! She broke up with me because of you!" He choked out and she was surprised to see his eyes glisten with unshed tears but his words were like arrows in her heart.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"She called me out on a lot of shit. Mostly about how I can't stop thinking about you! Or talking about you… About how-" He gulped and fear rose up inside of him, he was losing his best friend wasn't he?

"About how I'm probably in love with you," He whispered.

Really shitty wording but he didn't want to scare her off completely. His words, however, had the opposite effect than he intended.

Her gaze steeled and her jaw tensed, "Probably? You're willing to fuck around with me on the off chance that you might be in love with me?"

This wasn't going to plan. Had there ever been a plan? He couldn't even remember anymore.

"I…Maybe? I don't know, okay!"

"You don't know?" A tear rolled down her cheek and she reached up to wipe it away aggressively.

"I mean that I-"

She shook her head and stood up, "San, I came here to comfort someone that means the world to me. Someone I'd do anything for, not to have that thrown in my face and get messed around with because you're confused about whatever you're going through."

He stood up too and reached for her, "That's not what I meant, I meant that-"

She cut him off with another sad shake of her head and took a step away from him, dodging his arms, just as Yunji had done. The action broke his heart and his arms fell back dejectedly to his sides.

He wasn't even angry anymore, he was wrecked. Heartbroken.

"Please, don't leave me too, " He pleaded so desperately and quietly she could almost not hear him over the crash of the waves meeting the shore.

Her heart shattered at the sight of his face cracking and tears falling from his eyes. Tears trailed helplessly down her cheeks in response.

"I'm sorry." She turned to leave.

San grabbed her wrist, "Please. Please, don't do this. I need you!" He sobbed and she pulled her hand free and turned away from him before she could crumble and pull him into her arms.

"Don't talk to me or come to see me until you've figured out what you want." She tried to keep her voice steady through her tears, fighting not to look back as she left him swiftly, disappearing into the darkness as she made her way back to her car.

San slumped onto the sand in defeat and a sob tore through him. He had fucked up big time.

***

San had tried contacting her but his messages stopped going through and he realised with an aching heart that she'd blocked him. And on every platform. Their mutual friend, Mingi, had taken her side and wouldn't even speak to San anymore let alone let him know how she was. He was livid with San.

"Did you not bother to stop and think about how she feels about you?!" Mingi had yelled at him when San had called him the first time.

"How she feels about me?" San had parroted back dumbly and Mingi had let a sound out that sounded more like a growl than an exasperated sigh.

"You're an inconsiderate, selfish prick, Choi San." Had been the last thing he heard from Mingi before he, too, blocked him on every social media platform.

The only remotely close connection that San had left to her was through Mingi's boyfriend who happened to be another one of San's close friends. Despite Mingi refusing to speak to San, his boyfriend had chosen to stay neutral on the affair and still talk to and hang out with him but he too still refused to let San know anything, firm in his conviction to not get involved.

***

"San, you can't keep going on like this," Yeosang had said from across the dinner table one night, watching San poke listlessly at the kimchi-jjigae that Wooyoung had served for dinner. He had no appetite these days.

" 'Going on'?" Wooyoung had piped up from his seat next to Yeosang," He's barely going to work, 'going on' is not a term I'd use."

Yeosang kicked Wooyoung under the table before turning back to San, "San-ah, I know that you're heartbroken and struggling but I hate to remind you that in the bigger picture, you're the one that messed up, not her."

San looked up from his food and over at Yeosang.

"He's right," Wooyoung agreed, looking over at San, "You need to either fix this or work on moving on."

"I'm aware," San replied, trying not to snap at his friends. He was staying with them indefinitely and free of charge; he had no right to get upset with them.

Wooyoung sighed deeply, putting his spoon down on the table with a little clink, "San, at least get out of the house a little."

"But I-"

"Work doesn't count." Yeosang interrupted him and San looked down at his food with a slight pout.

"I know you probably don't feel like dealing with large crowds of people but Yunho is throwing a party this weekend. You should come, it might be good for you to have some fun."

San considered Wooyoung's offer. He did need to get out of the house, that much was true, and losing himself in music and alcohol for a while, although not super healthy, was pretty tempting.

"I'll think about it," San responded, standing up and taking his dishes to the kitchen. He wasn't hungry anymore.

Wooyoung and Yeosang watched him go and shared a meaningful look. Wooyoung tilted his head and Yeosang shrugged. They had a slight plan slash intervention in mind but had no idea whether it would work or not and the possibility of San rejecting their offer didn't help.

***

Much to Wooyoung and Yeosang's relief, San did eventually end up accepting their offer.

San had been swayed by them surprisingly agreeing without much fuss to take him home if he were to feel even the slightest overwhelmed by the crowd. With that information in mind, he had cleaned himself up nicely, dressed well and hopped in their car when the time finally arrived.

San was feeling pretty good about this, having amped himself up for the little break this would provide him from his mess of a life but that good feeling faded away when Yunho greeted them at the door. He noticed that the tall man was wearing one of Mingi's favourite large band t-shirts, styled to fit his look. San internally cursed at himself; how could he forget a detail as simple as the fact that wherever Yunho was, Mingi was too? And with his luck, wherever Mingi was, San's best friend (Was she even that still?) was too.

Yunho however greeted them with a smile, even offering San a "Nice to see you, San-ah."

When Yunho let them in, San sighed in relief when he didn't see Mingi anywhere. He didn't need that argument or cold shoulder raining on his parade tonight. San instantly made his way through the home to the makeshift bar on the kitchen island and was surprised to see his friend Hongjoong there. The elder gave him a smile and San returned it easily,

"Hyung! I didn't know you were back already!"

Hongjoong had been travelling in the US, doing a tour to promote his new mixtape. San had always thought it was so cool to be able to say he had a celebrity as a friend.

"Yeah, landed here last week," Hongjoong replied, offering San a beer.

San took it from him with a thankful smile, "How did it go?"

Hongjoong grinned, "Pretty good. Sold out two venues. They weren't massive but it still felt good to hit that milestone."

"Wow, that's amazing, hyung!"

"Thank you," Hongjoong took a sip of his drink, "And how have you been?"

"I've…" San scratched the back of his neck and averted his gaze for a second, "I've been alright I suppose. Won another Taekwondo competition last month. I'm going to nationals."

"Oh, really? That's amazing! Does your dad still run that training centre?" Hongjoong asked, leaning against the kitchen counter.

San nodded, opened his beer and took a sip, "Yup. He's been trying to talk me into taking over when he retires but I'm not really sure. For now, I just coach kids occasionally."

"That's still pretty awesome. And how's your bestie? Doing good as well?"

San's heart dropped at the mention of her and it must've shown on his face because Hongjoong frowned.

Before Hongjoong could inquire further they were interrupted by a familiar pink-haired man, "Hongjoong-ah, I need you to come help me with Jongho. The kid has started challenging guests to arm wrestling matches and Yunho had to hide all the fruit already."

"How is he that drunk already?" Hongjoong laughed.

Seonghwa shrugged, "No clue. I think Mingi tipped another bottle of vodka into the fruit punch."

Hongjoong let loose an exasperated sigh before bidding San farewell with a promise to catch up later and following Seonghwa off to wherever the youngest member of their friend group was wreaking havoc.

San watched them go before staring down at his beer, listening to the chatter of people and pounding of music from further into the house and sighed. This wasn't going to plan. He put his unfinished beer down on the counter top- the taste was starting to remind him of that night. He wandered into the pandemonium of the party again to search for either Wooyoung or Yeosang to let them know he'd just get an Uber home but he froze in his tracks when he entered the living room.

There, on a couch in the corner, sat his best friend with some guy's arm wrapped around her. She was laughing at something he said and jealousy began to simmer up inside of him as he watched them. He was stuck on just turning around and walking out and never coming back or-

The man placed his hand on her thigh, fingers pushing up slightly beneath her skirt.

San lost it.

She said to never come to her again unless he knew what he wanted but it was clear now more than ever that he wanted her and her only.

He pushed past people, on a steadfast path to her, filled with both jealousy and determination.

Her eyes widened when she saw him, "San?"

He glanced at her briefly before staring down at the man gripping her thigh, "Do you mind taking your hands off her?" It might have been posed as one but it was definitely not a question. It was a demand.

"Excuse me?" The guy glared up at San, raising an eyebrow.

"You heard me," San growled.

"San, what are you doing?" She hissed and the man looked like wanted to challenge San but he noticed the strange tension between the girl and San and must have decided it wasn't worth it.

"Fine, whatever, man." He pushed past San with a scowl. San watched him leave with a glare before turning to his best friend.

"Why would you let him touch you like that?"

She glared up at him, a challenge in her gaze, "I can let him touch me however I want, San. I can be touched by and fucked by whoever I want. I don't need anyone's permission, especially not yours."

San's heart hurt a little at that last comment but his brain latched onto the words "fucked by whoever I want." He did not like that imagery at all. Did not like the idea of another man touching her or her screaming anyone's name but his own.

"No."

She stood up and stepped closer to him, poking a finger to his chest, "You don't own me. Not when you don't even know what you want."

He grabbed her hand from his chest and held it, "You. I want you."

"No, you don't." She tried to pull her hand back but he held it firmly,

"Yes, I do. I just have a piss poor way of showing it apparently."

She looked annoyed but stayed quiet, giving him the mercy of at least hearing him out.

"Yunji broke up with me because I'm completely in love with you," He blurted; it was now or never.

Her eyes widened.

He fixed her with what he hoped was a sincere gaze, "Somehow I myself never realised it and once I did and all those feelings came forth…I was confused and scared and didn't know what to do."

Her gaze softened at his honest words, "Sannie…"

"I'm sorry that I did that, that I hurt you."

She shook her head and intertwined her fingers with his, "It's okay."

He shook his head, "No, it's not."

She reached a hand up to cup his cheek, a sparkle in her eyes, "Then make it up to me."

His heart jumped and he instantly held her by the waist and leaned in to kiss her, his lips gentler than that last, rushed, drunken kiss. She was quick to reciprocate, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head to deepen the kiss.

She pulled away for a second, "You know…It's kinda hot when you get jealous like that."

"Really?" He caught something in the corner of his eye and his gaze darkened a little, "Well, you're in luck. It's gonna happen again because that asshole is still looking at you."

"Oh, really?" She leaned in and put her lips to his ear, "You think he's still thinking about touching me?"

His grip on her waist tightened and she smirked slightly, "Do you think he was planning on taking me home?"

San's hands moved up to hold her around the ribs, his mouth finding her neck and biting lightly, not even concerned about the fact that they were in public and there was someone watching them. Let them look.

"Do you think he was planning on bending me over and fucking me senseless?" She continued to tease and finally, San snapped, pulling away from her and grabbing her wrist. He tugged her through the crowd and up the stairs near the entryway- those same stairs she'd once fallen down- mind set on that guestroom he knew Yunho had upstairs.

She was more than happy to follow him.

She laughed lightly when he pinned her against the door the second it was closed behind them, "Yunho is going to kill us."

"Don't care." San retorted, burying his face in her neck.

She giggled at his response but her giggles became a gasp as San started pressing kisses to her neck. A hand shot up, fingers weaving through his dark hair as he sucked lightly at the skin.

"Sannie,"

San had never heard her say his name like that before. Never heard her say his name like she needed him, never heard her say his name so breathlessly, never in that tone. His name had never sounded better than it did right now.

He bit her neck lightly, "Say my name again,"

She wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close against her, "Sannie."

San groaned and brought his mouth back to hers in a hot kiss. It was messy; he kissed her like he was trying to devour her, tongue licking into her mouth and teeth nibbling at her lips, but she didn't mind.

His hands gripped her hips, pulling them against his and she gasped as their bodies made contact; he was so hard.

She wrapped a leg around one of his and a hand reached for his ass, grinding him into her. She was suddenly aware of the dampness in her panties and it only grew as San made a little noise and grinded up against her again. Her hand left his ass, sliding up under his shirt to hold him by the small of his back instead. She met his small thrusts with her own, thankful for the friction and the slight relief it brought to the growing tension in her belly.

She leaned her head back against the door as San's mouth found her neck again. She let loose a breathless chuckle, "God, we're behaving like teenagers."

San sucked a mark into her skin, "Would you rather I fuck you right against this door?"

A jolt of electricity passed through her, "Yes, actually."

He'd been partially joking. He had been planning to at least try and get her to the bed but now… Now he wanted more than anything to just be inside of her already. To hear her moan his name.

His dick throbbed at the imagery.

"Fuck, okay."

He took a step back from her and admired her for a brief moment. The top she was wearing that had ridden up over her tummy a little and that skirt. God, he loved that skirt.

"I wish I had more time," He lamented.

She reached impatiently for his belt buckle, "We have all the time in the world. Later. Right now I'd rather have you inside of me as soon as possible."

He helped her undo his belt and pants and she bit her lip, heat pooling in her belly as she finally laid eyes on his hard length.

He reached forward, hands sliding up her thighs and her skirt until his fingers hooked the waistband of her panties.

"Can I?" He questioned, tugging slightly on the fabric. She nodded fervently and he slowly started sliding them down.

She wiggled her hips impatiently, "Choi San, I swear to god. Stop teasing me."

He gave her a devilish grin, "But it's so fun."

"What'll be so fun is me leaving you with blue balls," She said sweetly.

"Fine, jesus." He tugged her panties down and lifted her skirt, "Here, hold this."

"Bossy." She quipped but she did as she was asked and was rewarded by San finally touching her. He ran his fingers over her and groaned, "You're so wet."

"Less talking, more touching."

He raised an eyebrow, "And I'm the bossy one?"

"San, please could you just-"

He kissed her to get her to shut up. He put more pressure on his fingers and dragged them up through her folds, searching until-

She gasped against his lips.

There.

He circled his fingers over that sensitive spot and she whined and pressed herself down against his hand. She pushed her fingers into his hair and tilted her head, kissing him deeper. He slid a finger into her and she whined into his mouth as he started moving it, pressing another one in alongside it after a while. He curled his fingers and she let out a choked sound as he started pushing against her g-spot with every thrust of his fingers. How was he this good at this? Fuck.

His mouth left hers, pressing warm kisses into her jaw, the underside of her jaw, her neck– anywhere he could reach- and all she could do was cling to him, her knees weakening as each thrust of his fingers drove her closer to climax.

"Sannie, please."

She wasn't even sure what she was begging for but San doubled his efforts at her plea and soon enough she was meeting his thrusts with little moans.

"San, I'm-"

He brought his mouth up to the shell of her ear, "Come on, be a good girl and cum for me."

Never in a million years would she have thought she'd finally hear those words, the ones she'd only ever heard in her fantasies, fall from his mouth. She fell over the edge with a cry of his name.

San worked her through her orgasm, holding her up as her body quivered and he kissed her neck as she slowly came down from her high.

Her eyes fluttered open and seeing the look on San's face, the desire in his eyes, had that fire in her reigniting almost instantly.

"Sannie,"

His breath caught in his throat as she reached for him. She wrapped her fingers around his dick with no hesitation and swiped her thumb over the sensitive tip- smearing the precum collecting there over the skin.

"I need you inside me, please," She breathed and he cursed under his breath, replacing her hand with his own and giving himself a few self indulgent strokes. He gripped her hips and urged her up, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. He held her with one strong arm, guiding himself to her entrance with the other hand before using both arms to hold her up and against the door. They both let out shaky sighs of relief once he was finally fully seated inside of her.

She grinded herself down on his dick and he whined, gripping her hips tightly.

"Move, Sannie, please."

He didn't need further instruction.

He started slowly, giving her time to adjust but it wasn't long before she was circling her hips impatiently.

"I'm ready, please just fuck me already," She whined and San smiled briefly to himself. Her bratty behaviour just reminded him that this was his best friend, a person he'd loved for so long and probably will love for even longer.

He obliged, picking up the pace and she wrapped her arms tightly around him, unable to stop pleased sounds from leaving her mouth. This was even better than she could ever have fantasised.

"You feel even better than I imagined," She moaned.

"You've imagined me fucking you?"

"All the time."

"Oh, fuck," San groaned and suddenly he was pounding into her, holding her steady and burying his face in her neck.

The sounds they were making were obscene, downright filthy, but neither of them could bring themselves to care, too focused on the overwhelming pleasure they were experiencing.

"I'm so close," San whined into her neck and she tugged at his hair,

"Me too,"

"Where do you want me?" San asked, his voice strained.

"Inside."

One word and San was cumming harder than he had in a long time, filling her up so nicely that she fell over the edge, screaming his name, soon after him.

San helplessly thrusted into her a few more times, the feeling over her clenching down on him so deliciously driving him crazy but even he was shaky after that orgasm.

He stopped his movements after the last quiver made its way through her body and she slumped in his arms. He pressed a breathless kiss to her temple and carefully pulled out and she was too fuzzy to even wince at the feeling of their mess between her legs.

"I'm gonna let you down, okay?"

She gave a half-hearted whine of complaint as he did so. She was still shaky so he held her against him the minute her knees wobbled when her feet hit the floor.

"I've got you," He murmured, pressing another kiss to her hair as she clung to him.

After a little life crept back into her boneless body she was finally aware of the slick mess between her legs.

"San,"

He nodded, somehow knowing exactly what she wanted. He chalked it up to twenty years of friendship.

He leaned her against the wall, "I'll be back now."

She hummed and leaned back against the wall. She watched him pull his pants up haphazardly and leave the room. She could almost not believe what had just happened. Somebody pinch her.

San returned after a while, tissues in hand.

"Did anyone see? I've just realised we were kind of loud."

"Just Jongho asleep in the tub," San said matter of factly, as if it was normal, as he started carefully wiping her thighs.

"Jongho is asleep in the tub?" She repeated back, fixing his hair as he worked on wiping them both down as best he could.

"Yeah. Mingi double spiked the punch earlier- poor kid got drunk out of his mind."

She snorted, pulling up her panties once he was done with her and straightened her clothes, "Sounds about right."

San hummed in response as he made quick work of cleaning himself up too. She pressed a kiss to his temple as she helped him buckle up again.

"Thank you, by the way," She murmured and he gave her a soft look, brushing her hair from her face, "For?"

"Well, for this firstly," She cupped his face, "But also for coming to your senses I guess."

He kissed her gently, "I'm sorry it took so long."

She shook her head and pulled him close, "It's alright. I'm just glad it happened. Being secretly in love with your best friend for years is torture and I'm just happy it's over now."

He pulled her in for a hug and she buried her face in his neck. He cupped the back of her head and leaned his head against hers, "You're mine now, right? You're not leaving?"

She nodded and pressed a soft kiss to his neck, "Yours."

He grinned and pulled her face from his neck and gave her another kiss. And another. And another, until she was giggling and melting in his arms.

He gave her one last kiss, "We should go before someone realises we're missing."

***

They re-entered the living room and the first person they saw just so happened to be the man from earlier. His eyes snapped to them and San wrapped his arm around her waist when he noticed. He didn't need to worry for long; the man eyed the way he was holding her, then saw the hickies on her neck. He scowled before shoving straight past them and San laughed as he heard the front door slam.

"Sore loser."

That man wasn't the only who noticed them though. Mingi seemed to have some sort of sixth sense because his eyes found them easily, almost as soon as they entered the room. His eyes clocked San's possessive hold of her and then the marks on her neck and his gaze darkened. San's eyes widened as he saw the six foot man suddenly move in their direction.

Yunho, who had been standing next to Mingi, looked up from where he was frowning and staring into the cup of mystery liquid Mingi had handed him a minute ago when he felt the man leave his side. Yunho's eyes widened just as San's had when he saw Mingi striding in their direction. He lurched forward to grab Mingi's arm, his drink sloshing out over his other hand at the movement. He grimaced.

"Min, what are you doing?" He held Mingi's arm firmly and Mingi pointed to San and Y/n.

"Look!"

Yunho glanced over to where he was pointing, to San and Y/n, suddenly seeming right as rain. He frowned.

Despite the intimidating look on Mingi's face, San approached him, Y/n in tow.

"Hey, Mingi," San greeted with what he hoped came off as a reassuring smile. Reassuring him that everything was okay.

Mingi ignored him, looking over at the woman beside him instead, his gaze softening into concern, "Are you alright?"

She smiled and nodded, wrapping an arm around San's waist. Mingi's eyes followed the movement. He wasn't glaring anymore, just curious and wanting answers now that he saw she was fine.

"I'm good, Min. We're both good." She assured him.

Yunho stepped forward, throwing an arm around Mingi's broad shoulders and gave them a smile, "Did you guys make up?"

"I'd say they did more than make up," Mingi grumbled and Yunho chuckled and ruffled his hair affectionately.

Yunho's chuckle suddenly faded and he squinted at their dishevelled appearances before he fixed them with a narrow-eyed glare.

"Did you just fuck in my house?"

San averted his gaze.

"Choi San! Please tell me it wasn't in my room," Yunho whined.

"It was your guest room and it wasn't on the bed," Y/n offered and Yunho groaned.

"As if that makes it any better- I am going to kill the both of you!"

For a second he really did look like he would and Mingi's eyes widened.

He hooked an arm around one of Yunho's. Yunho leaned against him, "Mingi, I think I'm headed toward an early grave."

Mingi rolled his eyes, "Drama queen. And you're not dying until you've tried that drink."

Yunho eyed the cup in his hand wearily, "I'm okay."

"Come on, I thought you loved me."

"Love has nothing to do with this."

San and Y/n watched their banter with amused grins before looking at each other. San nodded his head in the direction of the door. She nodded and grabbed his hand and they made their escape.

"Wait, what about Woo and Yeo, I said I'd-" San realised as she pulled the front door open.

"Fuck 'em. I said we had all the time in the world later. It's later."

That was all encouragement San needed before he was booking it to her car, towing a laughing Y/n behind him.

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