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LOL i’ve been searching/thinking about this fic for so long and i normally use my phone, but i just had to use my computer to command F and find this!!!!!!!

Hello! I love your work, could I ask you a request about Jungkook strong/intimidating aura but soft towards the reader who is shy, inexperienced and shy?🥺it turns him on but at the same time he feel protective towards her innocence. I would love to read a smut interactions between this two 🥺✨

Pairings: Jeongguk + Reader Word Count: 4.1k+ words Warnings: shy virgin oc gets it with her buff! soft dom! short haired! tattooed & pierced! boyfriend! koo, oc and jk are cat people in this universe, typical overprotective boyfriend, size kink, he also spits on your pu$y, protected sex, pwp

Note: not beta'd. im in a rush lol sorry.

Requests are always open.

This was not how Jeongguk planned to spend his day off. What’s a buff, 5’10 guy, all inked and pierced doing in the middle of the baby aisle? Looking like a dilf? It felt as if he was entering every circle of hell of his own accord every time his brother, Seokjin, asks him to run for a diaper supply.

He adores his nephew, that’s a fact, which is why he spoils him so much whenever he comes by. What he doesn’t like is his brother bulldozing through his already set plans for the day.

The day is bright and the weather is clear, but Jeongguk complaining to his brother over the phone is making it seem like it’s gloomy.

“Hyung, I don’t fucking get this shit,” his brows furrowed as he studies the packaging intently. “How am I supposed to know what to get?”

“The size is on the left…I think?” Seokjin nervously gulps, hoping his memory serves him correctly.

“There’s nothing here,” Jeongguk sighs as he returns the diaper back on the shelf.

It was now Seokjin’s brows turn to knit, “Wait, what were you holding?”

He squints his eyes at the item he just returned, “Uhh it’s Pampers?”

“Ah, we usually buy Huggies for Iseul,” Seokjin shrinks in his seat as soon as he hears his younger brother inhale sharply. “Sorry I forgot…again.”

“You could’ve told me that earlier!” Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jeongguk threw his head back in frustration. “Okay, Huggies. What size?”

“Size 4!” His elder brother’s enthusiasm made him pull his phone away from his ear. “While you’re at it, can you get me Frosted Flakes, too?”

“I don’t get paid enough for this shit. Goodbye,” he quickly ended the call, randomly throwing three packs of diapers in his cart, not even looking at it anymore.

Jeongguk turns his cart with little to no effort while whistling to ease his boredom as he makes his way to the next aisle. If his assumptions are correct, mostly based on his grocery shopping observations, this particular store doesn’t carry frosted flakes. But then again, it doesn’t hurt to try.

“Frosted flakes…Frosted flakes…” Jeongguk mumbles as he scans every row for the cereal. When there was no sight of the blue box, he frowned.

Jeongguk: There are no frosted fucking flakes [2:00 PM]

Seokjin Hyung: am sad ;-( [2:00 PM]

Jeongguk: You type like an idiot [2:00 PM]

Just as he was about to push his cart out of the breakfast aisle, a soft voice stopped him from doing so, “Excuse me? Can you help me reach the Lucky Charms?”

Looking over at his shoulder, he lifts a brow, “And why would I do that? Do I look like I work here?”

Your lips parted as you scanned him from head to toe. Somehow, you felt embarrassed that he assumed he was an employee when he’s wearing literally every black clothing there is to exist. A nice fit on his body, though, if you may add.

“No, but I–uhm–you’re…taller than me,” feeling extra small and intimidated by his cold aura, you didn’t meet his gaze anymore. Instead, your eyes stayed glued to your feet, “Actually, it’s fine. I’ll just call the–”

He didn’t even give you enough time to finish your sentence.

The next thing you know, his big body was blocking your vision as he reached for the cereal on the top shelf with ease. Jeongguk didn’t even need to tip his toes like you normally would and that was weirdly amusing for you.

“Here,” he hands you your box of cereal.

“Oh,” it took you a while to process what just happened so you blinked. Multiple times.

When your eyes slowly grew wide and your smile reached up to your eyes, Jeongguk could’ve sworn that love at first sight wasn’t an urban legend anymore. Like, who even bows at a full ninety degrees just for a mere cereal box? Definitely not him.

“Thank you so so much!” You waved the box to a dumbfounded Jeongguk who only nodded his head as you pushed your cart away.

He just watched you walk away happily, maybe even trying to remember whatever tune you were humming as you walked away.

Without breaking his gaze from where you once were, Jeongguk pulls his phone out and presses on his brother’s number like it was muscle memory, “Hyung, do you need anything this week?”

“It’s all good, today was just a mishap,” Seokjin reassures.

“Okay, how about next week? I can–uhh–run to the groceries or some shit,” he nervously asks, hoping his brother would never catch anything suspicious.

“I think we’re all good for now,” his brother says with conviction, but only because he doesn’t want to bother his younger brother for errands next time.

“You sure?” Jeongguk pushes.

“Yes, Jeongguk. I’m very sure,” Seokjin sighed. “...Are you flirting with the cashier again?”

“Fuck off, just wanted to help you while I buy cat food for Sage,” the tip of Jeongguk’s ears has now turned to red as he blatantly lied.

His elder brother snorted on the other line, knowing how much of a terrible liar his brother is, “Yeah right, you and your cat.”

“You’re full of shit,” Jeongguk once again ended the call before Seokjin could retort anything again.

Maybe grocery shopping might be one of his new hobbies.

“Cooper?” You sniffed as you walked outside your building, softly calling out for your lost cat.

It’s been 3 hours and you’re literally freezing outside, not giving up until you find your beloved pet. This isn’t the first time Cooper, your escape artist of a house pet, went out of your unit. The first time he got out, you found him at a nearby construction site because apparently, he thinks it’s a giant litter box for him to enjoy. The second was when he, for some weird reason, found himself stuck on the roof of your complex. How he got there, you wouldn’t ever know.

“Hey, Y/N! Oh– you’re crying,” your ever so cheerful neighbor, Jimin, stops in his tracks when he sees the tears pooling in your eyes. “Did Cooper get out again?”

You slowly nodded, lips quivering from trying to stop yourself from breaking down. Every time your cat goes for his so-called walk, you end up in tears. And every time he does, it’s always Jimin who always finds him and brings him back to your unit.

“Say, if I do find him again – which I’m positive I will – I’ll be right by your door, alright?” He assures you with a smile. For some reason, everyone calls him the pet whisperer for always babysitting the neighbors’ pets, so all you can do is trust his words on that.

“T-thank you,” you mumbled under your breath with sadness.

Jimin felt so bad looking at your state. Not when he’s so used to seeing you all full of spirit, “Why don’t you go up and make yourself something warm while waiting for him, hmm?”

And that you did. Only because the only choice you had was to patiently wait for your cat’s return.

Dragging your feet as you climbed the stairs, you were sure the rest of your neighbors could hear the lazy thud of your feet against the floor.

With a head hung low and a slump on your shoulders, you tiredly sighed, wanting to reach your door so you could finally cry your worries out. A pair of feet waiting outside your unit is what made you raise your head.

Leaning by your door is none other than your cereal hero from the other day, Jeongguk, who looks even scarier now than you last saw him.

“God, fucking finally, you’re here,” the crease in his forehead quickly goes away when you can no longer hold back your tears. You covered your face from embarrassment and sobbed silently against your palms.

‘Should’ve bit my tongue there,' he thought.

“I’m sorry,” he says with full remorse. “I can come back later when you’re feeling better.”

You slowly removed your hands from your face, wiping your tears with the back of your hands, “It’s…okay. I’m just having a bad day right now.” Hiccuping in between words and sobs, you still tried to form coherent sentences, “I–I couldn’t find my cat.”

“Cooper with the 9A tag?” Your brows rose at the mention of your pet AND your unit number. The look on your face says it all, “Yeah, I figured.”

“You–you found him!” Not gonna lie, there was a sense of relief that finally washed over you. At least Jimin doesn’t have to scour the chilly weather today.

Jeongguk scratched the back of his ear, clearing his throat nervously, “He–uhm–I–Why don’t you go inside for a while?”

Seeing his behavior as suspicious, you narrowed your eyes at him, “No. I wanna see Cooper now.”

“Sorry, sweetheart, but you can’t,” he says sternly.

‘Your devil’s spawn Cooper is fucking my Sage in the fire exit.’

“Why not? He’s my cat,” you retort.

Jeongguk’s brows knit together once again, slowly losing his temper over a mere house pet, “Are you rude or what? You just can’t see him right now. It’s not that hard to understand.”

You were so appalled with how he wasn’t making any sense right now. All you wanted was to have your cat home and snuggle with him after crying about him the whole day, “How is taking my own cat home rude? Do you have any common sense?”

“Do you have any common sense?” He mimicked the words with a mocking tone and a sarcastic chuckle. “I actually do. But do you have one? Because I’m sure as hell you wouldn’t like it if someone walks in on you mid fuck!”

Just as you were about to retort, he cuts you off, “Tell me your cat is spayed or I’ll go ape shit right now.” When you finally understood what he has been trying to tell you, your eyes widened. And when he finally got the hint your expression was giving, he rolled his eyes, “You’ve gotta be shitting me.”

At this, you immediately shut up. There is nothing you want more in this world right now but to sink into the floor. Horrified would be such an understatement to describe the look on your face.

‘Oh, fuck. Did I offend her?’ Jeongguk mentally slaps his head.

He sighs, “Listen, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”

You slowly nodded your head, “Uhm, it’s okay…I guess.”

And then awkward silence filled the space between the two of you.

You were shuffling side to side while looking down at your feet. On the other hand, Jeongguk looked around, arms crossed and still leaning against the wall, still thinking of ways he can strike another proper conversation with you without sounding forced.

Not bearing the unnecessary tension anymore, he chose to break the silence, “So, we need to talk about our setup.”

“I’m sorry but what setup?” You didn’t know what you were getting into and you’re more than confused at this point.

“For child support.” Jeongguk massaged the bridge of his nose with eyes closed, obviously regretting that it had to be him to bear you this news, “Clearly your cat is a fuckboy.”

You blinked, “...Oh, You mean kittens!”

“Whatever floats your boat, but I demand child support,” he shrugged.

“Uhm, okay.” Squinting your eyes in confusion with your head slightly tilted to the side, you asked, “And we need to settle that once and for all, right?”

He nodded, “Right.”

Not sure where to start with your part of the deal, you suggested your idea meekly, “I–uhh–can send cat food every month for the kittens?”

Jeongguk looked up, thought about the idea at first, then nodded with approval, “Fair enough. Sounds good to me.”

You sighed with relief when he took it into consideration.

Feeling as though the help you’re extending wasn’t enough ‘child support’ yet, you timidly peeked at him through your lashes and honestly admitted what you’ve been thinking about, “Sorry, that’s all I could think of right now. I don’t know how else I could compensate for my cat’s–err–behavior.”

He didn’t say anything. Yet. He just looked at you which made you jolt in the discomfort of being under someone’s watch.

“We could go out and eat or some shit?” Jeongguk’s ears slowly turned red.

‘Jeongguk, you airhead. You can’t ask her out like this!’ When your lips, yet again, parted, he wanted to take back what he said until you beat him to it.

“There’s a nice cafe down the street,” when you gave him a soft smile, that’s when he finally returned one, too.

Jeongguk in disbelief was such a rare sight to see, ‘Fucking sorcery.’

“I’m Y/N, by the way. Cooper from 9A’s mom,” you extend your hand politely while pointing at your unit number that’s on your door.

“Jeongguk from 9B, Sage’s peasant,” As he takes your hand, he notes how his are bigger compared to yours.

A lot can happen in a year and the next thing you know, the so-called “child support'' turned to cat co-parenting, then turned to moving into the same unit.

Who would’ve thought that the intimidating, seemingly offish Jeongguk is actually a sweetheart? Definitely not you.

If you asked Jeongguk to list down ten things he likes about you, he’ll give you fifty. If you asked him anything under the sun, he surely knows all the answers to it because he’s that smart. If you make your eyes round enough like that of a doe, he would literally do anything you ask of him – which says a lot because Jeon Jeongguk hates a lot of things but never you.

One of the many things he liked doing is watching you reach over cupboards with a sly smirk grazing on his face. A cocky smirk that he could proudly wear because stools aren't shit when you’re naturally born tall. He watches you struggle, and when he’s had enough worry to rile him to step in, wraps an arm protectively around your waist and reaches over with ease. Oh, how he adored stepping in whenever you struggled. It makes him feel needed.

On the contrary, his self-control and patience are put to the test whenever he stops himself from shoving his cock balls deep inside your cunt whenever you would grind on him just to get off. At least you graduated him from thigh riding, right? The sexy lingerie you’d occasionally wear isn't of much help either.

God, his temper is awful whenever he’s edged but he always tries.

The farthest Jeongguk has gone with you is to eat you out and finger you with, much to his surprise, three digits. The farthest you’ve done with him is a basic handjob and a hesitant blowjob because you didn’t know if you were doing it correctly or not.

You appreciate how he would never force you to do something you’re not yet ready to do. Knowing how losing your virginity (even at a big age) is overwhelming, he’d rather take all his time warming you up than making you feel bad just to satisfy himself.

One of the few stimulating positions you enjoyed doing with your boyfriend is assaulting your wet pussy while laying on his buff chest, preferably in front of a mirror because Jeongguk loves watching your facial expressions as you reach your high – just like now with your discarded lingerie sprawled across the floor.

“Wanna see you insert another finger in there, princess,” he whispers against your ear in a husky voice, not breaking his eye contact off of you through the mirror in front of your shared bed.

You squirm against his sweaty skin when the added digit hits a new sense of pleasure, “A-ah! Can you please do it for me?” Jeongguk could’ve sworn his cock twitched when you begged with puppy eyes but he shakes his head, making you whimper like a brat. “Your…your fingers feel better…than mine,” you utter breathlessly with a pout.

He chuckles, still not budging to take over or say anything.

Knowing how much your boyfriend loves to hear your pleas just so you can cum, your other hand reaches over to his cock, stroking it at the perfect tempo just the way you know he likes it. Under your touch, he hissed at the sudden sensation.

“Koo?” You say almost in a whisper, still stroking his shaft, “I…I want you inside me.”

“Baby,” he warns under his breath.

“I want…I want it to be with you,” you admit shyly. “I-I can take all of you, y-you know?”

Feeling as though he’ll lose this time, he sighs and reaches for the drawers to grab a condom, “If it hurts tell me to stop, alright?” You don’t say anything back but he could feel your heart race, “Need your words, princess. Or else we’re cutting the fun short.”

Out of panic, you think you jumbled the words out of your mouth, “Ah–yes! I will, K-koobear.”

“Koobear,” he scoffed, then poked his tongue in his cheek, eyeing you intently at the use of the nickname while ripping the foil open. “It’s either you call me by my government name or baby, but preferably when I fuck you,” he explains further while rolling the condom down to his shaft.

“Why? I like calling you Koo and you’re as big as a–Oh!” Your words are immediately cut short when the tip of his cock slowly enters your core.

“Do you want to stop?” He asks with worry.

Shaking your head, you threw your head back and rested against his chest, “N-no, just a switch in our positions, I think.”

“You think?” He scoffs.

In one swift movement, well more like a blink of an eye, it was as if you were manhandled by him when he flips the position in a snap – it was now him hovering over your body that’s small compared to his. He towers over you, pinning both of your hands with one hand, and he smirks at this. If anything, he’s enjoying the very obvious size difference between you and him. You felt small, heck curling up would make you even tinier, but the feeling of enjoying it is bubbling in your stomach.

Jeongguk’s brows lifted as he parted your legs, seeing how wet you’d already been. It’s so fascinating to him how such a tiny cunt could be so slick, “Jesus Christ, you’re wet as hell.”

“Don’t say that,” you shyly mumbled while watching your boyfriend through your lashes.

“What? Getting shy already?” He teases as he leans down to your dripping cunt.

Jeongguk spreads your legs apart, tracing his nose along your slit that’s enough to send shivers down your spine. He sure knows what he’s doing, alright. He then spits in your pussy and watches his spit dripping along your slit, humming in approval when your hole sucked in his spit.

“Mmm, now that’s a needy cunt,” an amused smirk graces his lips when he notices your goosebumps. “I promise you won’t regret this.”

Chuckling, you replied, “I don’t think there was ever a time that I regretted anything with you.”

Your boyfriend leans in closer as he aligns his hardened member in your entrance, “That’s so good to hear from you, princess.” Slowly, he enters inside you making you wince slightly, “God, you’re tight as fuck.”

You let out a soundless gasp, lips parted, and eyes pooling with tears from the mixed feeling of slight pain and pleasure. Jeongguk notices this and briefly stops when his whole length is finally inside you, “You good?”

“Y-yes, it just feels…so different,” you assured.

“I’ll move now, alright?” His thumb runs across your cheeks soothingly as he slowly fucks you until you adjust to his size. Underneath him, you look so fragile, so helpless, yet so submissive to him.

Your hands trailed down to where he was bulging under your skin, rubbing his embossed form while your eyes fluttered, “Y-you’re so big, Koo. So deep inside me.”

“I’ll let you adjust to my length, babe,” there was a tinge of amusement inside of him as he studies every reaction your body makes.

“It’s okay, I can take it,” you say with conviction this time, and that made him somewhat proud – you take all of his fat and big cock with no fuss.

“This pussy is made for me, huh?” Jeongguk picks up the pace this time only because he enjoys watching your tits bounce as he rocks your body. “Makes me wanna do crazy shit like have your name tattooed on my rib,” you gasped, scratching lines against his back.

“Please look at me,” he gently moves away the stray hairs that stuck on your sweaty face. “Wanna see how pretty my baby is.”

You slowly open your eyes with a lust-filled gaze and this is where he lost his shit. He rams inside of you faster and harder this time, making you arch your back at the newfound pleasure he was hitting.

“What if I break this condom off and fill you with my cum?” Your pussy tightens at the idea of his cum overflowing out of your cunts because it couldn’t take how much he had spurted inside of you. “Fuck, you tightened. You like that don’t you?”

Obviously not thinking straight because your boyfriend was fucking your wits out, you nodded, “I– yes, want you to fuck me harder ‘til it breaks.” And so he did fuck you hard.

It was like a magic word that made him cum so fast and you the same.

He could feel your body trembling, your breathing still fast. He waited for a moment or two for himself to soften up so he could pull out gently. Your still slightly clenching hole almost pushing his dick out of yourself. Meanwhile, he discards the condom with no mess.

You whined at the empty feeling, and he hushed you gently, moving around so he was sitting up against his headboard, your body on his lap, head on his shoulder. His hand moved back and forth over your spine, the other keeping your body steadily against him.

“You did so, so good baby.” He gently whispered between your breaths, still coming out a little faster than they should. “I was actually kind of worried you wouldn’t be able to take it. You impress me too much, you know that?” He said, making you giggle.

You weren’t quite back yet, still bathing in your own afterglow, and he simply waited for you to calm down, slowly becoming aware of your surroundings again. Legs still shaking from losing your virginity, you noticed a pool of wetness in your sheets.

“The sheets are soiled,” you frowned.

Jeongguk clicked his tongue teasingly, “That’s not very nice of you, princess.”

“I’m sorry,” you peeked at him with a tired pout.

“It’s fine. It’s time to change it anyway,” he runs his finger against your back, making soothing circles that made you fall asleep instantly.

Wearing short dresses while out in the park is one of the small joys you enjoy doing with your boyfriend. Not to mention that sitting on his lap is a plus…except he gets overprotective whenever your skirt riles up like now – one hand over your lap, serving as weights to the fluttering fabric.

Guess guard dog privilege is real when Jeongguk is your boyfriend.

Peeking at him, your brows rose at his creased forehead, "Why do you look like you're ready to fight?"

"Because I am," he says without blinking, though his eyes are following those who would spare you a glance.

You blinked in confusion, "...What?"

"Yes," he nodded with assertiveness.

Ah, of course. Being overprotective. Such a Jeongguk thing to do.

There are days when you don’t understand what your boyfriend is doing, but you can’t deny the fact that he’s fun to be around. Like always, you shrug it all off, sit on his lap, and wrap your arms around his neck as you nuzzle against his skin – a sure way to make him smile from ear to ear.

“Baby, can you take one of those polaroid pictures in that lingerie?” He asks with lips against your hair. Jeongguk has a habit of kissing the side of your head just because he can.

At this, your lips part at the sudden request; he’s never asked this before, “Why?”

“Wanna keep it in my wallet,” he only shrugged when you blinked at his answer. “I’m romantic as fuck.”

#jungkook smut #bts fanfic #bts fic rec #jungkook fluff #bts

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strawberry-chans · 1 year

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this i was just so 😘🥰🥴😍

afterparty | sunghoon x f!reader

summary: a pool party at jay’s house leaves sunghoon no choice but to fuck you into the mattress and have an afterparty of his own

warnings: squirting, f!reader, dom!sunghoon, penetration, breeding kink, lowkey possessive sunghoon, mentions of jay (enhypen)

how was he supposed to resist you like this?

you were both invited to jay’s house for a pool party along with the rest of the gang, and as soon as you changed into your bathing suit he knew he was fucked.

your bathing suit (if it could even be considered that) was as small as it could get, and true to your tastes pink and bedazzled. your fresh set of nails matches your bathing suit, and with the lack of fabric it’s clear to see your beautiful skin.

his breaking point was your jewelry choice: a gold necklace with his name on it, and in the moment he couldn’t help but lead you to a guest room in jay’s home.

and that’s how you both ended up in this position.

“c’mon princess take it” he coos down at your form. your little pink bikini not strong enough to hold your tits in place as they bounced with every thrust. one of his hands move to capture one; squeezing before massaging the skin and gazing down to look at your inked flesh causing him to moan.

“pretty girl getting her brains fucked out, you’ve gone dumb already huh?” sunghoon snickers as you nod dumbly. your eyes are rolled into the back of your head and your glossed lips are parted as a stream of pants leave your mouth.

“mhm mhm ‘m so dumb for your dick” you babble out as he fucks into your sopping pussy. strings of your arousal connects your pussy to his dick as the wet slicks of your cunt fill the room with even more noise in addition to your babbles and moans. sunghoon was always shocked at how wet your pussy got, and with enough work he could get you to squirt and make a real mess.

“fuck- messy fuckin’ pussy, takin my dick like a god damn champ, you like being my good girl? you love getting fucked nice and deep don’t you baby” he grits out pistoning his hips into you with more vigor. you squeal as he pounds into your g-spot causing you to gush more slick; your cunt tightens around him as your legs shake in his hold.

“oh fuck- gonna cum, please let me cum fuck- so good” you babble out as you almost let out a sob. your face scrunches up as he continues his assault before reaching a hand down to rub at your clit.

“go on babygirl cum all over me make a mess” he encourages as he presses a kiss to the necklace, and at his words you clamp down on his dick squirting on him in streams.

“fuuuuckk- just like fuuucking that, such a pretty pussy” he groans as he looks down seeing your swollen cunt take his fat dick as you ride out your orgasm.

your release soaking his trunks along with your bikini bottoms but you’re both too out of it to care. he bites his lip as he continues his deep thrusts plunging into your soaked heat, and letting you ride out your orgasm.

“shit- you’re so pretty baby, love watching you squirt on me like that fuck- gonna cum so deep in this pussy; gonna have you leaking cum when you walk out there, so everyone knows you’re fucking mine, fuuuck” he groans before pushing his hips as deep into you as he can go; his cockhead nuzzled against your womb as he pumps you full of cum.

you both lay there panting and sunghoon moves to hold your hand; admiring hands.

however he’s knocked out his thoughts with a whine from you.

“my bathing suit” you pout out.

“we just got this one hoon, and it matches my nails” you sulk as you move to wrap your arms around his neck. he obliges you and leans down before he plants a kiss on your lips.

“it’s okay princess, i’ll buy you more” he smiles down entertained by your actions. he practically had hearts in his eyes as he gazed down at you.

“now lets get out of here before those little shits come looking for us yeah?” he speaks as he pulls out of you, and pulls his trunks up before moving to adjust your bathing suit.

he moves to pick you up and as you rest your head of his shoulder he walks out of the front of jay’s house and places you into the passengers seat of his car. he pecks your lips before hopping to the drivers seat and he pulls off to the nearest swimsuit store.

#sunghoon fic #fic rec #sunghoon smut #enhypen smut

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strawberry-chans · 1 year

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His Girlfriend's Roommate 01: Love at First Sight - KSJ (M)

Pairing: Player, fuckboy!Seokjin X fem!Reader

Summary:

To Seokjin, Love is an abstract concept and love at first sight is as unreal as a unicorn, only there in the fairytales. He likes to play around and fuck around, and he calls it 'discovering'. But then he discovers you, his girlfriend's roommate and guess what? he finds himself falling, that too, hard. Only problem is, you don't seem to care much even though he swears he finds you looking at him on occasions too.

Theme: one-sided pining, fluff, smut. Jin is just very lovesick.

Word count: 1340

Warnings: Strong language, mentions of alcohol consumption, 18+ content (minors DNI), mentions of cheating.

A/N:

So, this is the first episode and more like an introduction to the plot. Share your feedback to help me know how is it. Thanks a lot for reading my stories. <3

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"Love" the concept is something Seokjin can never understand. He often finds himself cringing over couples while wondering how do the married ones get away with the same person for more than a year? How is it even possible or enticing to wake up everyday in the morning and look at the same damn face and follow the same damn patterns without getting bored to death. He doesn't understand why it is even a notion to settle for a single person when you can discover all the way around and make different experiences. According to him, people in love are just dumb as fuck.

So, he likes to play around. Meet different girls, keep them for a while if they are good fuck, keep them a little longer if they are interesting enough, or discard them if he doesn't find them enough to keep him hooked. That's his lifestyle. That's how he lives, he discovers, people and himself, side by side, simultaneously.

Seokjin believes in zombies more than believing in the idea of love at first sight. He wouldn't even watch movies if the synopsis has a brief mention of the said trope. But lust at first sight is straight up to his alley. And that is exactly why he finds himself on the way to one of his favourite Saturday night destinations. In the hope of finding someone new for a couple of months or maybe a good hookup at least. And this is how he comes across Jiya.

She catches his eyes immediately. The way her hips swing to the beat while her bodycon dress defines her curves, makes Seokjin walk towards knowing he just found what he wants.

And guess what? Seokjin is nothing less than a Greek God. His sculptured face, dark brown eyes, jet black smooth hair, and obviously high profile background, have girls sacrificing themselves at his feet very often. But he is picky. And tonight he picks Jiya, who seems to be just as intrigued in this tall handsome god-like man staring down at her.

Even before the night ends, Seokjin finds himself fucking Jiya into oblivion. Gosh, she's not only attractive but such a good fuck. It's been a long time since he had such a good partner in his bed. He silently makes note to keep Jiya for a longer time, maybe like six months. At the end of the night when he asks her for her number, she says, "you don't look like the type to fuck a single woman twice."

"You're not wrong. You're just lucky." Jin winks at her.

And that's how it's been going for 3 weeks. In these three weeks Jin has been in Jiya's shared apartment for two more times. Glad that Jiya's roommate is out of town for a business trip. So, they keep fucking on kitchen counter, on table top, on couch, by the window pane and wherenot. Both of them have mostly satisfied their weird kink of fucking at different corners of the apartment, making messes here and there.

"Y/N is coming back tomorrow and then this has to stop." Jiya says pointing at the kitchen counter as Jin pants hard.

"We can go back to my place too." He replies.

"Yeah sure but your place is far away and I don't have a driving license." Jiya reasons, "but you can still come by. Y/N is a sweetheart, she won't mind as long as we are not fucking in front of her face or in any of the shared space."

"Then let's keep it in your room from the next time." Jin replies.

Jin hasn't seen you yet, neither is he too excited about that. Your shared space looked like Jiya lives there alone since you didn't even hang your photos. According to Jiya, you hate seeing your face all over the place and that is what makes Jin conclude that you don't have a great face (maybe) or you're shy or your confidence level is lower than the country's nominal GDP these days.

However, Jin doesn't dwell on it as Jiya is a whole hot meal and he doesn't really need to think of any other girl as of now.

This is one of those when he has had a particularly tough day at work. Obviously, being the son of the owner of one of the biggest departmental stores chains in South Korea and trying to prove your worth isn't an easy thing, people expect from you a lot more than they should. He leans his head on the headrest of the chair when his phone dings with a new notification.

*Jiya sent a photo*

The photo opens and Jin hardens. The girl is only wearing a skimpy red thong as she covers her chest with one of her hands as she kneels onto her bed, making the entire scenario way too sexy. Another text is received just then.

*Come over* Says the text.

He doesn't really take even a second as he shuts his laptop and sprints his way out of the office. He picks up some roses on the way. Not that he's trying to be romantic or something, he wants to make a good impression on Jiya's roommate because from what he found out, the walls of Jiya's shared apartment aren't really thick. So, the flowers are just an advanced apology to the roommate.

Pressing the doorbell once, he waits for the door to be opened. After a little while, the door opens and it's not Jiya, which is very obvious since she is practically naked in her bedroom.

Within a second all the available air in Jin's lungs is knocked out. His heart starts to behave abnormally in his chest, which had never happened before upon seeing a woman. It's usually his dick that talks. But fuck! You are fucking beautiful! But wait, did he just have his love at first sight?

Your eyes meet his and he swears he has never seen a more beautiful pair of eyes in his entire life. Then you smile and it makes Seokjin dizzy. Fuck! Can a girl be this beautiful with no makeup on? The lyrics of Bad Decision play in his ears,

"No makeup on, I love that shit

You're so damn beautiful, I swear you make me sick."

"Is this what love at first sight feels like?" He thinks to himself. It would be chessy if he wasn't in a daze.

"Jin, right?" You say and your voice is melodic to his ears. He finds himself nodding as if all of his words are lost somewhere in a different universe.

"Come inside." You welcome him. He enters without taking his eyes off of you. "I'm Y/N by the way."

"I figured that out." He says being dazed yet again. "You are beautiful." Jin's mouth runs even before he knows. On other occasions it would have been a flirtatious comment but right now he means it more than he has collectively meant in his entire 30 years of life.

"Thank you, Jin." You say with that smile again and Jin swears he is seeing stars indoors.

"This is for you." Jin says handing you the flowers.

"Oh really? Thanks a lot." You reply creasing the petals softly, "by the way, you can go inside. I bet Jiya is very impatient already." You wiggle your eyebrows playfully earning a chuckle from him.

He heads inside, fucks Jiya hard and rough but can't really take his mind off of you. He met countless women but he never once felt like he felt today. If two minutes are enough to make him feel this giddy like a teenager inside then what are you capable of if he keeps you by his side longer than anyone else?

Seokjin is ready to find out. Determined to detect what the hell is he feeling for a girl he just met minutes ago, who is also his temporary girlfriend's roommate. Jin will find it out even if that means using Jiya for it.

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i just binged all four parts and i can’t wait for the rest of it come out!! it’s just soooo good

matilda (pt. 4) | myg

summary: Loneliness had always been a constant for you, haunting you like a ghost; until your older brother’s best friend, Min Yoongi, came into your life. You both promised each other something back then - you’d always have his support and he’d always have yours. But with time and age, you weren’t sure how much that all still stood to be true.

pairing: yoongi x fem!reader rating/genre:18+ Minors DNI | brother’s best friend au, f2e2f2l, slice of life, angst, fluff, smut word count: 17.6K warnings/notes: oh god, prepare yourselves, it only gets smuttier from here, typos probably (again), explicit language, filth filth filth, a whole lot of sexual tension, flirting, alcohol usage, self doubt, unsupportive/neglectful parents, mention of character death (reader’s father), i love jungkook, hari and taehyung might be the side couple but i’m rooting for them, a moment of silence for yoongi’s retired dream, things are revealed, taehyung is a himbo (AND?! so what!), a mention of bathroom sex ;), oops ripping off love, rosie again (what can i say i loved that movie), jin wins best big brother award, everyone’s scared and mildly irritating, longing touches, making out, neck kissing, you’ve haunted yoongi for far too long, dirty talk (god, he’s feral), pet names, yoongi wants to eat you out so bad, heavy petting, fingering, like car sex with everything but sex, um …. more things are revealed, i think that’s it but if i missed anything pls let me know, hope you enjoy <3

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i just binged this damn series and i’m so emo that it’s over😭😭 I NEED MORE!!!

☆.｡.:* nothing is worse than getting paired up with a stranger for twitch rivals 2022, except maybe being matched with your very competitive ex boyfriend park sunghoon.

pairing: streamer!sunghoon x f!reader

tags: exes to lovers, enemies to lovers

warnings: once again i am not funny :/ might be rly inaccurate, lots of cursing, mentions of drinking, mentions of skipping meals once (will add more soon)

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01 — go cry about it

02 — 1/29 possibility

03 — the duos are out!

04 — this is a simulation

05 — don’t try this at home

06 — loose-lipped whore

07 — live laugh kimchi

08 — bad idea rly 0.8k words

09 — mangoes are overrated

10 — stop gaslighting yn 😡

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day 19 ♡ chan

⇢ pairing: chan x fem!reader ⇢ word count: 5.3k (sorry) ⇢ genre: smut, pornstars!au ⇢ kinks: sex work, recording ⇢ summary: it's your first time on a porn set, and your costar chan decides to help you relax ⇢ warnings: 18+, minors dni!; pornstar!au (pornstar!chan, pornstar!reader), the characters are being filmed while having sex by a third person (consensual!), smut (fingering, oral sex, unprotected sex, spitting, dirty talk), it’s the mc’s first time on a porn set while chan is experienced, some anxiety over filming, the director sucks ⇢ day 18 ♡ day 20 ⇢ masterlist ♡ kinktober masterpost ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3 ⇢ reblogs and feedback are always motivating and appreciated! ♡

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“Hey, I’m Chan,” he introduces himself to you as he sits down, hoping you won’t find it weird. He’s been to many sets before and he still doesn’t know what to expect. Some of his colleagues are very talkative and social and want to talk before filming to relax. Others don’t even want to exchange a word before they start exchanging bodily fluids on set. Chan doesn’t mind either of those options—he can adjust to the other person’s needs.

You tell him your name and nod a couple of times, your lips pursed into a straight line when you look straight ahead again. There’s nothing there—just a blank wall with a huge porn poster, but you’ve seen those before, surely. You keep staring into nothing, which makes him… curious. Are you nervous? Are you already sick of the set? Were you expecting more?

“Do you want to talk or prefer to sit here in silence?” Chan asks as he gets his phone out of his pocket. If you say no, he’ll just catch up with the group chat until the director is ready for you.

You gulp and then practically whisper, “Talking is… Great.”

“Nervous?” You look really nervous, so it’s a stupid question, but Chan can’t help himself.

“Y-yeah, a bit,” you tell him, sneaking a glance his way.

“Me too,” Chan admits. He is.

No matter how many times he does this, he’s nervous. It’s only natural. Having sex one on one with someone you’re attracted to is one thing. Having sex on camera when there’s a guy in the room with you telling you what to do, making the woman you’re fucking fake-scream her head off, make you fuck in the same position for ten minutes so he can get a good shot is something completely different.

Chan always has the same concerns—what if he can’t keep it up? What if he can’t come? What if his partner doesn’t enjoy it all and it’s very noticeable it’s all fake? It’s happened many times before, and Chan can’t really blame the scene partners for that—who would enjoy getting rammed from different angles for what seems like hours? “It will be fine, don’t worry.”

“I’m just—” You sigh, gripping the edge of the chair you’re sitting on, “I’ve heard this director is…”

While you struggle to find the proper word to describe the guy, Chan can think of many. A demanding asshole? A fucking pervert? A jerk who screams at women but compliments men? A dickhead who takes out his frustrations on the actresses who are just here to make a living?

“A dick?” Chan suggests, making you chuckle. Well, it at least got you to relax a little bit. “He is.”

“Oh, so it’s true,” you say, sounding defeated.

“I won’t lie, he is difficult to work with if you’re a woman,” Chan says, lowering his voice. “But we’re in it together for this scene.”

“We are,” you say with a nod, sneaking yet another glance at him. “I’m so glad it’s you and not someone… Different.”

Chan chuckles. “What does that mean?”

“Not someone I’m not attracted to in the slightest,” you are quick to admit, looking kind of ashamed about the confession.

“I was relieved when I saw you too,” he compliments you right back, nudging you. “That’s one thing out of the way.”

“What else do we have to get out of the way?” you ask. It’s only then that Chan realizes you’re practically trembling. The conversation seems strange for a pro, so a suspicion arises in him and he just has to know.

“The same things as on other sets,” he sets the trap in a low voice, not wanting to interrupt the scene that’s going on inside. There’s some yelling and then suddenly, someone’s screaming like they’re being murdered, not fucked. It’s the same old with this director.

“Oh,” you say, gulping right after, gripping your chair tighter.

“You’ve been on other sets, right?” It’s none of his business, but he’d like to know—for your sake.

“I— Is it that obvious?” You scoff, shaking your head. When you move your hands up to rub your eyes, Chan notices them shaking. “I haven’t.”

“Hey, it’s alright.” Against his better judgment, he pats your thigh. “We’ve all had a first set.”

“Were you this nervous?”

“I was freaking out,” Chan admits, hoping it will calm your nerves. “Why did you choose this director for the first set? He’s worse than most others. I don’t mean to freak you out, I just don’t know—”

“I needed the money and he found my OnlyFan account, which isn’t doing that great at the moment.” You’re cute when you mumble and wave your hands around, Chan realizes. Really cute. “It’s just a one-time thing for me.”

“So I’m guessing he didn’t send you any instructions on how to prep or anything?”

“I did my research myself. Do you have any advice?”

Chan nods and turns around in his chair so he can keep looking at you, so you do the same and you’re finally face to face, which makes it all seem more comfortable. “I see you’ve showered and you smell fantastic, so that’s great,” Chan tells you, making you scoff. “You’ve prepped?”

“I know we’re not doing anal, but I did an enema and I drank a lot of water, and I literally scrubbed for hours this morni—”

“Hey, hey, it’s fine,” Chan pats your thigh again, instantly getting you to calm down, “it’s alright.” Only then do you realize you’ve raised your voice and started waving your hands again, sounding scared, voice cracking.

“Sorry,” you whisper at him, eyes moving around nervously before you close them and sigh loudly. “Sorry.”

“I didn’t mean that kind of prep,” Chan continues, lowering his voice even further. “It’s great that you did that, but we’re taking a break if you need to use the bathroom, alright?”

“He said no breaks.”

“Oh, fuck him,” Chan can’t help but grunt. “He always says that. Don’t mind him.”

“I’m honestly scared to ask him. I’ve seen him once and he’s scary.”

Chan realizes that the director is a scary guy, but he doesn't really find him intimidating. He’s worked with the guy more than a couple of times so Chan is aware the dude is all talk. “Okay, when you want to take a break, you will signal me. Say something, call me something… When you say that, I’ll ask for a break, okay?”

“You… Thank you.”

“Not a problem. What word are we using? It has to sound normal in a porn setting, though.”

“Handsome?” you suggest off the bat, and your compliment instantl goes to his head. “It will definitely go well with you.”

Chan chuckles, nodding. “Sure. When you say handsome, you need a break and I'm asking him. When you don’t feel good or want me to do something different, you tell me. Fuck him, act like he’s not there unless he’s instructing us.”

“Okay.”

“And by prep, I meant… Have you stretched and all of that?”

“We’re not— We won’t do— Uh, it won't happen now?”

Oh, so you have no idea how sets work.

Chan kind of hates this director for what he puts people through. He’s letting you come here unprepared. His plan is probably to get you in the room, tell you to lie down and spread your legs and then film some fake foreplay scene and let you have sex like that.

“It probably won’t. I mean, we’ll film foreplay, but since he wants different shots of different angles…” Chan lets his voice trail off, but the realizes you probably don’t understand how it works. How could you? You’ve never done this before. “I will go down on you, but I don’t know how enjoyable it will be. He’ll want one shot for two minutes, then he’ll ask me to move around, so there’s no way you’re coming from any of the things we’re about to do.”

You look a bit disappointed at his words, eyes focused on the floor. “I tried to come earlier. Like, tried to force myself to enjoy it and take a dildo just so I can come here relaxed, but nothing worked, I just got more stressed. I couldn’t get the nervousness off my mind.”

“I know what you mean,” Chan says, leaning back into his chair. It is like that for him sometimes when he’s forcing himself to get in the mood to film—it’s difficult when it’s your job. “Want me to help you?”

“With what?”

“Prep?”

“I…” Your eyes travel to his lips. “Inside?”

“No. We can’t do it in front of him without him filming it and trying to direct the whole thing, which definitely kills the mood. I meant now, in one of the free rooms,” he explains, hoping he’s not crossing any boundaries. But, the filming will be a lot easier for you if you take Chan up on his offer and let him get you ready to take his cock while you two are alone. “We’re here early and he’s notorious for ending scenes later than supposed to, so, we have enough time if you want to get ready now. Maybe it will help you relax. I don’t have to touch you. Or I can. Whatever works.”

“Won’t it be awkward?”

“Well, we’re going to go in and get naked and fuck in front of the director,” he reminds you, feeling kind of excited about that. “So yeah, it’s going to be awkward.”

You chuckle, shaking your head, and Chan can’t help but think he’ll enjoy this set, despite the director—you’re more than attractive. But, it’s this shyness of yours that kind of gets him, makes him even more interested.

“You know what, doing it with you before—” you gulp, “it sounds good.”

“Okay, let’s go,” Chan says and gets up, offering you his hand.

You take it and let him lead you to the room next door which happens to be free, thankfully. It’s probably the room where you two will film since the other one is being used at the moment.

When you walk inside, Chan closes the door and sighs. “You know you can just ditch this shoot if you don’t feel like doing it. Don’t do anything you don’t really want.”

“I need the cash,” you admit, turning around to face him. “I am just doing it this once.”

“Okay, don’t let me see you here again after today then,” he says, meaning it. He hopes you won’t go down this road if you don’t really want it—it’s hard to get out of. “What do you want me to do?”

“Can we… Kiss?” You sound so unsure that Chan has no option but to take a step towards you, wrap his arms around you, and pull you in closer so he can kiss you. He takes his time before he uses tongue, and you visibly relax in his arms, humming when his tongue starts rubbing yours.

“You’re a great kisser,” he tells you when he pulls away, your lips wet with his saliva. “How do you want me to prep you? Do you even want me to?”

“Do whatever you want.”

“Is oral fine?” Chan suggests, and you nod, to which he leads you to the bed and makes you sit on it. You’re wearing a skimpy outfit for the shoot, so he gets rid of your underwear first—you can’t ruin it before the shoot, the director will lose it. Then, Chan pushes you down and makes you place your stocking-clad feet on the bed, which exposes your pussy to him. He tries hard not to gawk at it. He’s seen many before, but Chan finds you so attractive he can’t help but at least glance at your crotch, feeling his mouth water at the sight. “And fingers?”

“Either is good,” you tell him, thinking he’ll just opt for one.

Instead, Chan starts sucking on your clit and using his thumb to rub between your lips and around your entrance. It takes him a while to get you to relax. At first, it feels like you're just lying there and waiting for it to be over with, but he guesses it's just the nerves. No one could concentrate on sex with all the screaming coming from the other room.

Chan keeps going, humming as he sucks on your clit and curls his fingers, happy to feel you get wetter for him. After a while, you relax, let your fingers move down and tug his hair, let moans escape you. You even tell him to move his fingers differently, to curl them a different way, to lick your clit instead of sucking it. Like an apt pupil, Chan follows your instructions.

With your help, he gets you to come in a couple of minutes, and you sound divine when you do. No wonder the director wants you for the shoot—people are going to love watching and hearing you get fucked. Hell, Chan will break his own rule and watch his own porn scene just to watch you.

Once he’s sure you’ve come all over his fingers, Chan pulls away with a chuckle and wipes your juices off his lips, eyes focused on yours. You look so fucked out and he hasn’t even touched you, so he has a feeling this shoot is going to be a lot of fun, if you can relax and enjoy it.

While he’s too busy admiring your pretty face, you open your eyes and breathe out his name. “Chan?”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck me?”

It sounds like a question, even though it's a statement, so Chan pats your thighs and checks, “Are you sure?” He definitely wants to take you up on the offer and have fun with you in private, but he needs to be sure you really want this.

“Yes. I want it here. Now. Without him watching.”

Chan gets out of his clothes and rubs his swollen cockhead against your slit, pushing it between your pussy lips, letting just the tip enter you before he sinks into you fully, making both of you groan. It’s all happening so fast, but you don’t have that much time before you have to do this very thing in front of a guy with a camera.

“Good?” Chan checks and you nod before you pull him in for a long kiss.

He's not sure when but he's started to smack his hips into yours—slowly at first, but the more eagerly you kissed him, the harder he starts to move, enjoying the way you moan for him into the kiss.

“You feel really good… And warm,” you tell him sweetly, keeping your voice down, and Chan almost giggles at it. He's not used to hearing comments this cute. He hears compliments about his dick or the way he fucks, but nothing this adorable.

“You do too,” he says after he pecks you, his hips still moving quickly. The contrast between how hot your pussy feels and how sweetly you look at him is doing wonders for Chan’s libido, and he hopes you feel it. “So good for me.”

You just grunt and mumble a quiet “fuck” before your head nestles in the crook of Chan’s neck and your arms wrap around him. He's not used to having sex like this, practically having someone wrapped around him, but it feels good. Whatever you need to get ready and be a bit more relaxed, he’s going to offer. It will be a lot easier for you to get filmed that wa—

The door opens, and both of you look towards it, caught completely red-handed, half-naked with Chan’s cock deep in you.

“You filthy fuckers!” the director mumbles from the door, camera in hand. Chan feels you clench around him hard in fear, probably scared of the reaction you're about to get. But, he doesn’t stop fucking you. This is definitely not the worst thing people have done on set.

“We’re just prepping,” he explains, continuing to fuck you, once again looking at you instead of the guy that seems pissed off. “Want it to look good.”

For a second, Chan feels you tense, sees you look at the director with fear in your eyes, so he looks at the man too. He can't do shit to you for fucking each other, but he can cause a scene. The director does look scary like this, Chan has to admit, but he's not going to do a thing about it except tell you to stop and start all over again, this time following the script. If you show him weakness, he will use it, and Chan doesn’t want this guy to treat you poorly.

He glares at the two of you and then nods. “You’ll say that again after I shout, okay?” The director mutters and brings the camera up to his face, starting to record. Oh. So he wants to use this.

“Remember the word?” Chan whispers before he kisses you, hoping the director can’t hear a thing.

“Yes, handsome. It’s fine,” you whisper right back.

“Okay, I’m going out now,” the director announces, walks out, and probably films a scene in the hall, pretending to look for you two.

Chan uses this time to talk to you, his hand cupping your face, cock still in you. “If you're not OK with this, we’re stopping,” he whispers.

“I'm fine with it,” you whisper back, nodding at him, cheek leaning into his touch. “Beats starting all over again in front of him.”

“Good. Then just relax and let me fuck you like this. Pretend he's not in the room and that it's just you and me fucking.”

Chan knows that's hard. It's hard for him now, let alone when it was his first time, when his dick kept going soft because of the pressure of having another guy staring at his dick and filming it while he tried to fuck someone who was just lying there and screaming their head off, pretending to enjoy it. His self-esteem wasn't that great before that scene, but it definitely took a deep dive after it. Chan would hate seeing you go through it too.

“I'll try,” you say with a nod. He sees you mean it. “Keep moving.”

Chan chuckles and starts rolling his hips into you, getting you to relax all over again. “He's gonna come real close to us,” he warns you through a whisper. “He'll want a close-up of it, especially while I'm in you.”

“I know, I know,” you nod, “it's fine.”

“He won't touch, though,” Chan hums and kisses you, shoves his tongue into your mouth. “Only I will touch today. And say dirty stuff. Something like what we had in the script.”

“It's okay,” you whisper back right before the director barges in, this time with a camera in his hand and filming the whole thing.

“Ah, there you are, you filthy bastards!” he shouts, this time a lot louder than earlier. The fake anger really suits him. “Chan, are you fucking my new star?”

Chan looks away from him and looks at your face instead, so you do the same. Good girl. “Couldn't resist,” he admits, hips still rolling into you.

“Can't keep that dick in your pants, huh? Just had to fuck her before you even got on set?”

“We’re just prepping for the scene,” Chan mutters, glancing at the camera. Then, he looks at you again, hoping you’re fine with this. This is a lot better than starting over and pretending you’re an imaginary couple or whatever the scenario for your scene was supposed to be. “Have to stretch her out so we can film.”

“So you’re not just using this as an excuse to have this sweet pussy for yourself?”

Chan chuckles, still looking right at you. “It is a sweet pussy,” he hums, “and I am using it well. Are you going to film or get out?”

“I’m paying you assholes to fuck on camera, might as well film it,” the director mumbles and kneels next to the bed, probably zooming in on the place where your bodies meet, on your wet cunt that’s getting filled up with Chan’s dick.

“So fucking wet…” he notes, and Chan feels you go stiff under him, so he leans in to kiss you. “How long have you been at it?”

“Ten minutes,” he responds, leaning in to start sucking on your tit. “Not enough.”

“Made this tight pussy come?”

Chan is positive the director is zooming in to get the best possible shot of your pussy, and he can’t blame the guy—it’s what the audience will want.

“Yeah… So hard.”

You hum in agreement, “So hard.”

“Oh, she can speak when she’s not too busy drooling over you,” the director mutters with a snicker, but neither one of you pays attention. Chan is too busy enjoying himself, especially when you’re looking up at him so sweetly, mouth falling open so you can moan here and there when he hits the spot just right.

“He’s just so hot,” you admit, probably for the effect.

The director laughs. “It’s always like this… All these prim and proper girls come to this set and go crazy when they see what a big dick Chan has. See what I have to put up with? Ruined my entire scene and plan by fucking my star before I even got to greet her.”

After that, the director films in silence for a while and Chan just keeps the same pace, leaning in to kiss you before he whispers, “Let’s play into it a bit before he makes us do something else.”

You nod. “Harder,” you groan at him. “Fuck me.”

Oh, fuck, you sound perfect when you moan like this, voice no longer weak-sounding. Chan suddenly wonders what you would sound like if you two were somewhere all alone, far away from cameras and sets. Would you ride his dick and grunt like you did just now? He could blow just thinking about it.

“Want it harder?” Chan hums, mouth latching onto your tit again, suckling on your nipple. You’re sensitive there, judging by the way your back arches and your chest pushes towards his face. He’d play with your tits all day if you two had enough time.

“Yeah, Chan, give it to me,” you say with a hiss, clenching your walls around him on purpose.

His hips start smacking into yours harder, just like you asked of him, and you seem to enjoy it. “More,” you whine and spread your legs, bending them at the knee and then using your hands to push your knees into the mattress. This way, you're completely spread for him, and Chan has to move away from your chest so he can look down and marvel at the sight.

“Such a needy whore,” the director mumbles from behind, and Chan scoffs, hoping his words didn't offend you. The guy is just saying shit he thinks the people watching want to hear.

But, you just smirk up at him. “Just want to fuck.”

The director stands up and films from the side, definitely getting a good shot of your crotch since your legs are still spread and Chan is no longer lying on top of you but kneeling between your legs. Anyone who watches this video will see your perfect body lying there, your sweet juicy cunt spread, his cock sheathing into it, reappearing drenched in your juices.

“All for you,” Chan tells you, enjoying the way your tits bounce up and down when he thrusts into you. You're half naked, which makes the whole scene even hotter in his book.

“This pussy you see belongs to a sweet little OnlyFans girl who’s here for her first shoot…” the director talks for the audience, zooming in on your pussy, then filming your face for a second. “But big dick Chan can only think with his dick so he got her to leave the waiting room and fuck him here…” The camera moves down to your crotch, but you two only stare at each other. “Had to fuck this pussy before he gets to fuck her on camera… Couldn’t wait five minutes.”

Chan scoffs. “Have you seen her? I’d be stupid not to get her alone. Get some of this sweet cunt for myself.”

“Is it sweet?”

“Mhm, fuck, you have no idea. Tight and sweet, comes so easily,” he says and smirks at you. For a second, he was worried that you might be put off by him talking about you this way while you’re right here, but that’s what porn is all about, especially with this director. Besides, Chan is not lying at all—you taste really sweet and it really wasn’t a problem to get you to come, even with all the anxiety about the shoot. “Maybe I’ll show you later. Maybe she’ll be a good girl and let me eat her pussy one more time.”

That seems to do something for you because you whine and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his hips in closer. “Fuck, that’s perfect.”

It’s a different angle, one that lets Chan thrust into you deeper, even though he can’t pull out all the way. ”Yeah, feels good?” He coos at you, both hands grabbing your sides, holding your body so he can thrust into it harder. “Like having a big dick in you?”

That’s what he’s known for. Chan doesn’t think dick size matters at all, but directors always make sure to stress just how big of a dick he has, so he’s playing into it now.

You are too, because you hum a sweet, “Love it.”

“She’s a natural,” the director agrees and Chan almost rolls his eyes, knowing the guy can’t see his face. “Takes dick well.”

Chan sneaks his hands under your ass and lifts it so he can fuck into you hard and fast. This position feels so good for him, especially because he can see your body move with every thrust, your face contort with pleasure, your fingers digging into his biceps—you are enjoying this. “Fuck, take all of it! Want to stretch your tight cunt!”

You keep moaning his name over and over again, eyes focused solely on his, as if there is no one else in the room with you. “Chan, Chan, Chan!”

He is moving so hard he thinks he’ll split you into two—it’s hard and fast and so wet and good, both of you panting and grunting. Chan has to stop. “I’ll come if I don’t stop,” he warns you.

The director snickers from the side. “Tight pussy got you losing your mind already?”

“I want you to come,” you coo at Chan, ignoring the director completely. You clench your walls around him on purpose.

“Can’t believe this whore wants you to fill her tight cunt the first time she’s seen you.”

“I want to fill you up too,” Chan also ignores the director and speaks to you, following his own advice. You seem to be doing the same thing—you’re pretending he’s not there. “Trust me, I want nothing more than fuck you hard and blow inside of you, but I have to keep going the entire shoot, baby. Let’s give this jerk another pose before we fuck off.”

You chuckle, and the director grunts, probably loving this for the scene. “You two aren’t getting paid for fucking each other brains out without following the script.”

“Yeah, the fuck we aren’t,” Chan mumbles and pushes himself up in a kneeling position. “I’ll pull out now, babe, okay?”

Only when you nod does Chan slowly pull out, and the director comes up from behind him, pushing the camera over Chan’s shoulder so he can film the way your cunt stays stretched, like it’s waiting for Chan to fill it up with dick again. “There’s no way you’re not paying to film a pussy this perfect.” When he says that, Chan starts playing with your clit, using his thumb to pleasure you.

You groan and buck your hips, chasing after his thumb, and Chan uses his other hand to rub your nipple.

“Easy to please,” the director mumbles.

“So fucking easy to please,” Chan agrees, eyes still on yours. “Or she’s just very horny for me.”

“So horny!” You nod eagerly, practically screaming when he pushes his thumb against your clit harder.

“Felt how hard I was for you?”

You hum in response so sweetly Chan’s cock twitches.

“Good. That’s because you’re fucking hot and you have a great pussy.”

You whine and spread your legs for him, ignoring the guy next to him, which Chan appreciates. He leans in and spits on your pussy, spreading the saliva around your slit with his fingers before shoving them in. “How about you be good and get on all fours? Let me just fuck you for a while before I fill you up… We’ll make it look good for him and then we’re going home and fucking without this stupid camera in our faces.”

Chan’s not playing around—if you want to, you can come to his place after and continue fucking. This is definitely the best experience he’s had on set, mostly because it started naturally and you both seem to like each other, and the director isn’t being a piece of shit today.

“I’ll do anything,” you say before you turn around and get down on your knees and elbows, arching your back.

“See that?” Chan asks, talking to the future audience. The camera zooms in on your crotch that’s exposed to them and he uses his palm to rub all over your slit. “Such a perfect little pussy… All wet for me. Look how tight,” he says and shoves two fingers inside, to which your pussy makes wet noises, which make the director groan.

“You got her stupid wet.”

Chan spits on his cock, spreads the saliva over his tip, and leads it to your entrance. “All good, baby?”

When you hum, he slides right in. “Pick an angle because I’m not stopping until I blow my load in this pussy,” Chan mutters at the director, who scoffs.

“Imagine that… I’ll stay right here.” With that, he moves to the side and moves the camera above Chan, just so the viewers can see the place where your bodies meet. Chan’s toned chest and your ass and crotch are the main focus.

Chan fucks you like that for at least five minutes, knowing he has to hold on for a while to give the director enough material or you two will be forced to film again and again until you stop being wet, until you get sore and just want him to stop touching you. So, he does his best not to come even if your cunt feels so tight and sweet, even if it feels like your walls are clamping around him and trying to get him to come.

“Just five more minutes,” he tells you, running his hand down from your ass to your neck, grabbing it gently. “Just five and I fill you up and we’re out of here… I promise. I’ll give you head for being this good, hm? I’ll take you home and be so good to you if you give me five more minutes, babe, okay?”

He means it. Just five minutes and you two are out of there, hopefully on your way to his apartment. Chan needs to know whether you’re enjoying the scene as much as he is even if none of it is planned. He needs to know whether you like having sex with him, whether you want to do it again, whether things worked out the way you hoped they would. He needs to know more.

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i just found this series and every drabble so cute!

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strawberry-chans · 2 years

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Ultraviolet

Bodyguard!Seo Changbin/F!Reader

Summary: Your father assigned him to watch over you. As much as you didn’t like that at first, you develop a crush on him. But is there a chance he feels the same?

Warnings: 18+, MDNI!, innocent!virgin!reader, jealous!reader, a bit yanderish bin probably, cursing, mentions of masturbation, mentions of food and drinking, dry humping, fingering, praise kink, corruption kink, dumbification, cum eating, implied curvy!reader, reader is taller than Changbin (sorry not sorry), let me know if I forgot anything!

Word count: 5k+

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When your father graciously announced to you that he'll assign a bodyguard to watch over you you were angry at first.

Your displeasure didn't last long enough though, only until you were actually introduced to the man who was supposed to babysit you. You thought he'll be like the rest of your father's men - middle aged, all muscles and no brains.

But then you met Seo Changbin and it took all your willpower to keep your annoyed facade at least for a while and with it your dignity.

He's so different from all the men you've ever met before. He's smart, respectful and actually funny and he doesn't hesitate to talk to you even though he always keeps the professional distance, which you'd gladly cross any time. On top of all of that he's sinfully handsome and the dark suit he wears that accentuates his broad shoulders doesn't make it any easier for you. You tried to keep your growing crush on him hidden because you know he doesn't reciprocate your feelings but it's getting harder and harder with every passing day. Especially when he's so damn kind to you.

“So how was your day, Miss Y/L/N?" He asks as soon as you slide into the passenger seat of his black Rover.

At the beginning, he insisted that you’ll sit in the back since it's safer but after you begged and pouted for days he eventually agreed to let you sit next to him, which you are grateful for. It seems less forced, and much more intimate. Like you're friends, not strangers.

"It was good. Just the usual," you reply softly, looking down at your lap and playing with the hem of your pink skirt.

"That's great. Your father won't be home until Sunday. Do you have any plans I should know of?" He teases, making you smile.

He always knows exactly what to say and how to navigate the conversation to keep you entertained. Maybe that's yet another thing that made you fall for him.

"No, not at all," you shake your head.

You're quite unproblematic kid, unlike your friends. You don't like parties, you don't like drinking and you're not fucking around with random guys from your campus.

That's part of the reason you didn't understand why your father ordered Changbin to watch over you. You even asked the boy himself but he gave you a vague response about how your father's business has dangerous sides, apparently not allowed to speak of it further and you didn't ask anymore. You're glad you have Changbin by your side, especially now when your father tends to be away more than at home. You don't feel as lonely with him always present.

"Hm, I see," he murmurs with a smile and you watch as he steers the wheel with one hand, the muscles of his exposed forearm flexing slightly, making your cheeks burn as you advert your gaze, hoping you weren't caught ogling him.

You turn to the window to stare out at the city as it passes in a blur of lights and colors and you unintentionally let out a soft sigh.

"Something troubling you, Miss?" He asks, always the perceptive one, making you stiffen in your seat slightly.

"Uhm- no, not at all," you reply, your eyes briefly meeting his and you hope it didn't give away how flustered you are.

"You're suspiciously quiet today," he notes and you bite on your lower lip, willing yourself to stay sane.

Okay, maybe it has something to do with the fact you're quite stressed lately because of all of your assignments and some little devil inside your brain thought that it might be a good idea to let out some steam by touching yourself to the thought of Changbin fucking you dumb last night only to wake up even more frustrated this morning. On top of all of that, Changbin was the one to drop you off at the campus today instead of your dad like usual since he's away on a business trip and one of your friends caught a glimpse of him so throughout the whole day you had to listen to their teasing until you hesitantly admitted that it's your bodyguard, not your boyfriend, which probably made the matters even worse since now half of your friends group wants to fuck him.

"S-sorry," you murmur.

"Oh, there's no need to be sorry. I was just worried," he states, glancing at you with his soft brown eyes, his words making your heart flutter.

"I just- I just have a lot of it in school so I'm a bit tired," you explain and he hums, giving you a little nod as his eyes stay focused on the road, which gives you an amazing opportunity to admire his handsome profile.

"Well, maybe you should use this weekend for some relaxing," he prompts and you smile.

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

And relaxing you do.

That's why Changbin finds you sunbathing on a lounger in a pretty purple bikini the next morning, smoothie in your hand and a bright smile on your lips once you spot him.

He knows it's wrong. He knows he shouldn't, especially after the warning he got from your father. But Changbin just can't help it but be obsessed with you. You're such a sweet thing, so kind and innocent, the opposite of what he expected when he got this job. You have him wrapped around your finger without even realizing it.

He, of course, knows about your little crush on him, the way you're looking at him isn't exactly subtle, but he knows there's little he can do about it if he doesn't want to lose his job. Your father pays him handsomely for doing little to nothing since you're such a good girl and you don't make any troubles and he really needs the money to support his family. So even if it takes all he has, he's always keeping his hands and thoughts to himself.

Even now he tries to force himself to not gape at your exposed curves, choosing to turn to the crystalline water of the pool instead.

"Hi!" You greet him once he gets within earshot, pushing the purple heart shaped sunglasses from your nose to the top of your head.

"Hello, Ms. Y/L/N," he states with a smile, his eyes meeting yours and he doesn't miss the little pout that forms on your pretty lips.

"Do you really have to address me so formally even when we are alone?" You ask for what might be a millionth time ever since you two were introduced to each other.

"It's the way it should be," he replies as always and you huff at that, apparently not satisfied with his answer, which makes him smirk.

"But you don't like it either, do you?" You ask, eyes casted down as you play with the straw in your glass.

"What I like or don't like doesn't matter," he states, shoving his hands in the pockets of his black slacks.

"It matters to me," you say, voice little as you glance up at him.

Changbin sometimes wonders if you're doing this intentionally, if you just enjoy testing his self-control, or if being such a sweetheart is something natural to you. He still wasn't able to decide, not even after all those months he's spent by your side.

"So?" You murmur when there's no reply from him, effectively taking him out of his thoughts and he clears his throat before replying.

"I don't like it either," he admits, eliciting a bright grin from you.

"Why don't we make an agreement then? When it's just the two of us, you can call me Y/N," you offer, looking up at him with your eyes all big and hopeful, making Changbin curse you internally for the effect you have on him.

He hesitates but he knows there's no way he could fight it and so he lets out a defeated sigh.

"Okay," he murmurs and your grin widens, if that's even possible.

"Great," you whisper, apparently satisfied with what you made him do as you lean back in your lounger and take a sip of the smoothie in your hand.

"What are your plans for today then, Y/N?" He asks and you seem to perk up a bit at the way your name rolls off his tongue, making amusement dance over his lips.

"Nothing much. I- I was thinking I'll invite a few friends over later," you state and he raises an eyebrow at that.

He knows your friends well, it's his job as your bodyguard to know the people within your inner circle. He still can't really believe you keep such people so close to yourself when they don't really have anything in common with you. They are so different from you, his sweet good girl. And having them around doesn't really please him, but if it's something that makes you happy, Changbin will endure it.

"That's a good idea," he says softly, making you smile, your eyes shimmering with happiness as they meet his.

And he'd do anything to keep you smiling like that.

"Where is he?" You friend Anna asks as soon as she crosses the threshold of your house, looking around to spot Changbin, Yeji and Lia following right after her and you close the door behind them with a soft sigh, not really prepared to share your handsome bodyguard with anyone else.

"I thought you came to see me," you tease, trying to keep any reproach out of your voice.

The girls turn to you with bright smiles and Yeji immediately wraps her arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"Of course, we are here because of you. But Anna wouldn't shut up about your hot bodyguard so we are just curious," she states, trying to soothe your worries.

You just hum, giving her a soft smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes before you pull away from her to lead them to the kitchen where you, along with your servant Martha, prepared some snacks earlier.

"So what's his name again?" Lia asks, making you bite on your lower lip.

"Changbin," you murmur, keeping your eyes casted down to not give away how uncomfortable this makes you.

You don't like it. You don't want them to meet him. When Anna proposed the sleepover, you were happy you'll have someone close to you to spend the weekend with when your father's not home but you're starting to realize that this is not what they came for, especially when they are dressed like that - tight miniskirts and revealing tops as if this was some frat party not a friendly sleepover. You know it's because of him and you hate it. Just thinking about them ogling him and flirting with him makes your good mood turn completely sour.

You hate to admit it but all those feelings spring from your insecurities. You are not as brave and confident as your friends, mainly because of your lack of experience. You're shy around boys, not really able to navigate the conversation the way they can. And you somehow feel like these charms of theirs might work on Changbin just fine and you're not ready to lose him like that. Some selfish part of you wants him just to yourself and you're not strong enough to fight that need.

"Wow, you prepared all this for us, Y/N?" Yeji asks, trying to get you to speak and you realize she's probably the only one who sensed your discomfort.

"Uhm- yeah. I- I hope you'll like it. We can- we can take it outside and go for a swim. The water's really good," you offer, hoping to get them out of the house where you know Changbin is right now to avoid any introductions.

"Sure, that sounds great!" Lia agrees with a grin and so you quickly collect the bowls and plates with various snacks while Anna takes the bottle of gin and you all move outside.

When the food is settled on the little table by the pool, you trail back inside to get changed and to your horror you bump into Changbin in the kitchen, the dark haired boy just pouring himself a glass of water before chugging it down. You're glued to the sight, to the little droplets making their way down his strong neck and disappearing underneath the collar of his white shirt. You're so transfixed that you completely forget about the three girls standing behind you, until Lia nudges your side, nodding her head towards him to force you to do something about this.

And so you clear your throat, getting Changbin's attention instantly. He turns to you, putting the empty glass down and licking his lips, making a ghost of warmth run through your tummy, your eyes meeting his shyly.

"Uhm- Changbin I just- I just wanted to introduce you to my friends," you say softly, taking a step aside to allow them to make their way to him around the marble kitchen island.

"This is Lia, Yeji and Anna," you point at the girls one by one and they all shake hands with him while he keeps a polite smile on his lips.

"It's nice to meet you," he states.

"You too! Y/N didn't tell us she has such a handsome man watching over her," Anna says with a smirk, making Changbin chuckle, the interaction making something bubble in your chest, something dangerously close to jealousy.

"Keep an eye on her for us, okay? Our Y/N is way too precious," Lia adds, leaning against the kitchen island, bating her eyelashes at him.

You bite on your lower lip hard enough to draw blood as you look down at your feet, trying to hide your unsettling feelings.

That's why you miss the way Changbin's gaze stays fixed on you, small smirk tugging at his lips as he notices your hands clenched tightly into fists by your sides, making him realize what exactly is going on and he almost hates how much he likes it.

"You can bet, Miss. But if you'd please excuse me now, I have to go check the security system," he states, his voice drawing your eyes to his face and the smile he gives you makes your heart melt.

"Stop by the pool later!" Anna calls after his retreating figure while Lia starts giggling. Yeji just rolls her eyes at their antics before turning to you, only to find suspiciously sweet smile on your lips.

"Damn. He's something else. Not only he's hot but he called me miss. I could get used to that," Lia teases, making Yeji chuckle.

"You better stop or you'll make a puddle on the floor," she nudges Lia's side, making your lips twitch in amusement.

You're glad Yeji's here and that she's the only one apparently not simping for your bodyguard.

"She's right though! I mean he could be a bit taller but those arms of his? Yummy," Anna states before letting out a giggle, making you bite on the inner side of your lower lip.

Even though Changbin's smile, the one reserved only for you, gave you a bit of reassurance, their comments still make you uncomfortable. But you know you're in no place to tell them to stop. This shouldn't normally bother you, right? He's just your bodyguard, not your boyfriend after all. Besides, if they found out about your feelings for him, you're sure you'd never hear the end of it. So you just have to clench your jaw and bear it for as long as you'll have to.

"Let's get changed," you state, avoiding the conversation about Changbin as delicately as you can and to your delight they comply and so you split. You let girls take the bathrooms downstairs while you head to your room to get changed there.

You pick the same purple bikini from today's morning and strip of your blue summer dress before you head to your little en suite bathroom to put them on. Just as you close the door behind yourself, there's a playful knock coming from your bedroom.

"Come in! I'm in the bathroom!" You announce, expecting one of the girls to storm in for whatever reason, already smiling to yourself at the thought but instead you hear quiet creak of the door as they open and close and then a few gentle steps, which surprises you.

"Yeji? Is that you?" You call out, thinking that your friend is maybe trying to prank you and so you drop your bikini before heading to the door.

"It's not fun-"

You freeze in the middle of the sentence just as you shove the door open only to find Changbin standing there, hand stretched out in the air as if he wanted to grab the handle.

You realize you're standing in front of him just in your matching pink lingerie and you quickly try to cover yourself with your hands.

"W-What are you doing here?" You ask, embarrassment turning your cheeks extremely hot as you find yourself still under his watch, his eyes never leaving you, your body.

You suddenly come to the realization that unlike you, he's not flustered at all, his expression stoic as he watches you squirm in front of him.

"What am I doing here?" He asks, taking a step towards you, making you back off in panic, your back hitting the door of the bathroom and simultaneously closing them with a quiet thud, allowing him to get rid of the little gap between your bodies, your breath hitching in your throat at the proximity as you find yourself pressed against the door, cornered like a little rabbit.

"I came because of you, darling. Your friends are already waiting for you downstairs. I think Anna and Lia really like me," he states, smirk tugging on his lips as he notices how your eyes widen at his words.

"I- I need to change," you stutter out, not sure where he's headed with this, not used to this side of Changbin. He's always kind and respectful, always keeping his distance, never ever approaching you like this. What changed?

He hums at your words, apparently amused by your flustered state before his hands reach out to you, resting upon your trembling shoulders, making you stiffen.

"I know you don't like that. You want me all to yourself, don't you?" He asks and you gasp at his words.

"N-no! That's not- that's not true," you shake your head vehemently, making Changbin tsk at you.

"Good girls don't lie, sweetheart," he points out, making your eyes widen. How come he knows?

"Should I send your friends away? Tell them you're not feeling good?" He asks, one hand traveling from your shoulder to your cheek, tracing the curve of your neck along the way, sending shivers down your spine.

"N-no, I-," you try to explain yourself but the words die down on your tongue once Changbin leans closer to you, the overwhelming scent of his cologne invading your lungs, making your chest tingle. Your gaze involuntarily switches between his pretty brown eyes and his plush pink lips, the sudden need to find out what they taste like surprising you. Changbin, however, seems to know precisely what's on your mind because he tilts your head to the side before he closes the distance between you completely, his lips capturing yours in a soft kiss.

You feel like your head is spinning, your whole body stiffening under his as you fight your racing mind to calm it down, the fear of ruining something with your inexperience flooding your every thought and so you quickly pull away from his tender touch, even though it's the last thing you want to do.

Changbin seems surprised, looking up at you with his eyebrows slightly curved, questioning your actions.

"I-I'm sorry! I don't know- I've never-."

You wish the ground would swallow you whole, the shame you feel getting a bit too much to bear.

Luckily for you, Changbin knows exactly what to do.

"Shh, darling. It's okay. It's okay, I promise," he repeats again and again, running his thumb over your cheek until your eyes shyly meet his again, the fear mirroring in them slowly dissipating.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know. I wouldn't make such step otherwise," he states and you quickly shake your head.

"No, it's okay. I mean- I want it. I just- I just might need a bit of guidance," you murmur and Changbin thinks you might be the cutest girl he's ever met. No, he's sure of it.

"Hm, is that so?" He asks, small smirk playing on his lips and you give him a firm nod.

"I'll teach you then, baby. I'll teach you everything," he promises.

He tilts you head again for better access before he slowly closes the gap between your lips, kissing you just as gently as before, waiting for you to catch up on his movements.

You rest your hands on his broad shoulders for support while he sneaks an arm around your waist to pull you closer, making you melt in his arms.

You soon realize how to move your lips against his to avoid clashing teeth and you grow a bit hungrier, pressing yourself against Changbin's muscular frame more prominently, begging for some further stimulation.

Changbin breaks the kiss with a chuckle before he buries his face in the crook of your neck, showering your burning skin with bruising kisses.

"Look at you, darling. So eager for my touch," he murmurs, making you let out a small noise of disagreement before he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, biting you gently, making you whine out his name, which only amuses him more.

"You have to keep quiet, baby. Or do you want your friends to hear us?" He taunts and you shake your head no, biting on your lower lip to stifle any other sounds.

He keeps peppering your skin with kisses and nibbles, turning you into a puddle in his arms, your head tilted back to allow him more access as your fingers tug on his dark hair, spurring him on.

You feel the heavy warmth of arousal pool in your lower belly, filling your mind with the same want that's been tormenting you for a while, the need to let him devour you.

"B-Binnie, please," you whimper arching your back into him, making him let out a soft grunt.

You can feel his erection rub against your thigh, a sign that he wants you, needs you, just as much as you need him.

"What do you want, baby?" He murmurs against the shell of your ear before sucking a soft mark right underneath it, forcing you to hold back a whine.

"Y-you. I want you, Binnie," you let out, cupping both of his cheeks to bring his lips to yours, the taste of him on your tongue getting way too addictive.

He grunts against you, your actions surprising him, but he soon catches up with you, his hand running to the back of your thigh so he can hike it up, wrapping it around his waist, allowing him access to your dripping core. He immediately starts rocking his hips against yours, making you break the kiss with a moan as your head falls against his shoulder.

"Does it feel good, darling?" He asks and all you're able to do is nod, the delicious friction of his clothed cock against your sensitive clit turning you into a hot mess.

"B-Binnie," you whine softly, grasping on his shoulders, bunching up his white shirt in your hands as if that could save you.

"M-more," you whisper, knowing that even though this feels amazing, it's not enough to make you cum.

Your pleads amuse Changbin.

He dreamed so much of having you like this, all to his mercy, his to ruin, his to break and now he has you and it's better than he ever anticipated. He didn't know it would be so easy to get you so cock-drunk but here he is, with you on the palm of his hand, begging him for more. And that's exactly what he's about to give you.

"More?" He taunts and you hum in reply, biting on your lower lip tighter as he grinds his hips into yours harder, making you squeeze your eyes shut.

"What exactly do you want, darling?" He asks, pulling your head from his shoulder gently to force you to look at him.

Your pupils are blown out, your lower lip puffy from how hard you've been biting on it, your eyelashes fluttering with every roll of his cock against your tender pussy, the sight alone making him groan out your name, his cock twitching in his pants.

"I- I want- f-fingers," you sigh out, sinking your nails into his back as you buckle your hips into his.

"Anything for you, my good girl," he murmurs, planting a kiss to your temple before he lets your head loll forward to rest on his shoulder again.

You whine at the small praise, delighted to be called his, which makes Changbin smile softly as he sucks another mark to your exposed shoulder.

He slowly runs his fingers over your side and down over your tummy to the hem of your cute pink panties, tugging on the waistband and letting it hit your skin, making you whimper.

"My sweet baby. You always wear such pretty lingerie?" He asks, his voice low as he strokes the skin of your soft thigh, the one that's wrapped around his strong waist.

"Y-yes. F-for you," you murmur into his neck, making him grunt a curse.

"Good girl," he states, before he slides his fingers into your panties.

You're so fucking wet that Changbin fails to suppress the groan that leaves him as he runs his digits over your slippery folds, making your breath hitch in your throat, your lower belly clenching.

"B-Binnie, please," you whine and he tuts at you, pressing a kiss to the mark he left on your shoulder.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm gonna take care of you," he mumbles, sliding his fingers between your folds, making you gasp.

He spreads your slick all the way to your puffy clit, pressing two fingers against it and he starts drawing lazy circles that make your eyes roll back into your skull as a whimper of his name leaves your lips. You struggle to support yourself while only standing on one leg and you're sure that if Changbin wasn't sinking his fingers into your thigh to hold you up, you'd already be sinking to the ground because of how weak your knees got with his ministrations.

"You like that, baby?" He asks, picking up a bit quicker pace that turns your body into mush.

You moan, nodding your head softly as you claw on his shoulders, the knot in your abdomen slowly tightening as a promise of an orgasm that sends shivers of excitement through your entire body.

"No, I need words, darling. Tell me what you like," he insist, not stopping his ministrations for a second, which makes your mind even more hazy.

"I- I- Binnie," you whine, slowly rolling your hips against him to chase the building pleasure, making Changbin chuckle.

His sweet girl is turning all dumb on him, isn't she?

"What, darling? Are you gonna cum?" He asks, quickening his movements, making your head fall back, your lips parting in bliss as you still cling to him for dear life.

"In-inside. I wanna- wanna feel y-you," you manage to put together, your voice breathy and high as your body trembles with pleasure.

"Shit, darling. You want me to finger you?" He asks, glancing at you for confirmation and when you nod vigorously, he slides his fingers from your pulsating clit to your wet hole, not hesitating a second before he pushes one finger inside. He curls it against your warm walls, while he keeps rolling your clit underneath his thumb. His fingers are so much thicker than yours, making you already feel full as your pussy clenches on him.

"Fuck- have anyone ever touched you here?" He asks, panting at how much he's trying to stop himself from rubbing his cock against your thigh but you're so freaking soft and warm and tight, making him painfully hard.

"N-no! Just- just me," you admit, arching your back as he strokes especially good spot inside of you, making you moan.

"God- Such a good girl," he praises, attaching his lips to the crook of your neck to add more marks to those that already paint your skin.

"B-Binnie," you whimper, thrusting your hips against his hand, making him grunt.

He slips another finger inside of you, stretching you out, making you whine, your pussy griping him, eliciting a curse from his lips.

“That’s it, baby, take it,” he mumbles as he starts thrusting his digits in and out of you, making your thighs tremble, your toes curling as the pleasure in your lower belly bubbles, ready to burst.

“I- I’m close, Bin,” you whisper, arching your back into him as he keeps abusing that sweet spot deep inside you that makes you see stars.

“Will you come for me, darling?” He asks, his heavy hot breath dancing over your collarbone and you nod with a hum, sinking your fingers into his soft hair.

All it takes are a few more strokes and you’re coming on his fingers, your pussy clamping down on him as you ride out your high, head leaned back and lips parted as you chant his name.

He watches you with adoration, trying to imprint the sight of you trembling in pleasure into his memory to keep it there forever.

He only stops once you whimper in over-sensitivity, pushing his hand away softly and so he takes his fingers out of you before bringing them to his mouth and licking them clean, all while keeping an eye contact with you, your eyes widening at his actions.

“So sweet, baby,” he hums in appreciation, giving you a bright smile before leaning closer to kiss you softly.

You’re still on cloud nine, your mind in mist and your body flooded with endorphins, making you pliant in his arms. You reciprocate the kiss gently, still clinging to him for support even as he leads your leg back to meet the ground.

When he pulls away, you look at him with tender eyes, biting on your lower lip shyly as the reality of what just occurred finally dawns on you.

“I-,” you find your voice, about to address the whole thing when you’re cut off by calling of your name coming from the staircase.

“Y/N! Are you ready?”

You stiffen, your eyes widening as you realize the girls are still here, waiting for you.

“Just- Just a second!” You reply, your widened eyes meeting Changbin’s and he chuckles.

“Your girlfriends need you,” he teases.

“But- but what about you?” You ask, dropping your eyes to his cock that still strains through his pants.

“I’ll take care of it, baby. You have to get ready,” he states before closing the gap between you again and planting a soft kiss on your lips.

You watch him as he pulls away and heads to the door, still quite shocked because of all that happened, the sudden change of dynamics palpable in the air.

But then he stops in the doorway and looks back at you with a soft smile and you know you would do it again anytime.

And maybe you will.

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A/N: Hey! I’m so happy to be back with another fic! Thank you for all the love you’re showing to my writing, I’m truly grateful 💗 I hope you’ll like this piece as well. I was kinda thinking I might make it into series if you guys would like that so let me know! Have a great day!

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strawberry-chans · 2 years

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amazing. showstopping. brilliant.

‧✧̣̇‧ Study Buddy 08 (S)

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: Taehyung x yn

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: Genre: college au, friends to lovers au, fluff, tiny itsy bitsy bit of angst, Taehyung doesn’t know he’s in love AU, idiot to lovers au, smut.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: Let’s see, crude language, safe sex, oral(f) Soft Dom!taehyung, dry humping, nipple play, body worship, biting, lovey dovey sex, hickies, making out, Taehyung accidentally bites you.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: Jungkook is gone for the weekend so you took this opportunity to make all your wet dreams with Taehyung come true.

‧✧̣̇‧ Word count: 3.5k

Study buddy masterlist!

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This was the first time Taehyung has actually stepped foot into your apartment. He always saw it from the outside but never really looked much because jungkook would either be on the couch or standing right behind you glaring at him.

But Jungkook was gone so Taehyung could look and touch all he wanted, and that’s exactly what he did.

You showed Taehyung around, answering all his curios questions before you led him to your very pink room. He eyed everything, every picture, every book and even recognized the little succulent he got you that was next to a picture of the two of you on your first date.

His heart shook in his chest when you pushed him to sit on your bed.

Taehyung thought you guys would maybe watch a movie or talk a little and then ease into it but instead you made yourself comfortable on his lap, cupping his face between your hands to kiss him. Taehyung felt your impatience and deepened the kiss.

You felt your whole body tingle with each sweep of his tongue against yours, it felt so lovely to be kissed so tenderly by him. It made you melt, it made you moan, it made you-

“Ow!”

You helped in pain when Taehyungs teeth accidentally bit into yours. He was so into your kiss that you caught him off guard with your wandering hands that made themselves comfy in his pants. He drew just a tiny bit of blood which made his eyes grow wide with worry.

“I’m sorry!” Taehyung panicked as he examined your bottom lip,” I’m sorry you- your hands- god, gummy bear I’m so sorry are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” You touched your lip,” is it swollen?”

“Just a little,” he wiped it clean with his sleeve,”do you need an ice pack?”

“I’ll be fine,” you kissed his nose,” I’m more worried about something else.”

Taehyung felt you grind into his lap. His hips naturally bucked into you, making you smirk.

“I think we should take our clothes off now.” You climbed off his lap as he hurriedly got rid of his clothes leaving just his boxers on.

He watched you as you stood in front of him slowly peeling your clothes off one by one. He was eating it up, his own personal strip tease.

You looked absolutely gorgeous in your lace panties and matching lace bra. He loved it so much that Taehyung wanted to immortalize you, he wanted boxes filled with pictures of you.

His heart pounded away in his chest at the thought.

Taehyung was enjoying himself but a voice nipped at the back of his mind, repeating one sentence as his eyes danced all over your body. It repeated it over and over again until it was shoved deep in every nook and cranny of his brain.

Don’t finish before her.

Taehyung didn’t think he was bad at sex, or at least he hoped he wasn’t. He’s always been an attentive lover and always made sure his partner was just as satisfied. So he wasn’t too concerned about that, he’s sure he’ll be able to give you the satisfaction that you so crave.

He was more worried about how quickly he’d finish. It’s actually been a while since Taehyung has had sex, once classes got tougher he put it at the back of his mind, locking it away so he could focus on his studies.

But then came you, fluttering into his life like an Angel holding the key that unlocked all of those desires he stored away deep in his mind.

And now you sat on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close. You deepened the kiss wanting him to take the next step and touch you. You were sitting prettily on his lap, half naked, but yet his hands stayed next to him, clenching the sheets.

Maybe he needed more encouragement.

You rubbed your tits on his chest making him groan from the rough material of the lace. Your hand slowly moved behind you to undo your bra, letting it fall against Taehyung. He grabbed it and threw it behind you as if it offended him by covering you up.

Taehyung pulled back, excited that he finally would get to see you. He’s dreamt of this moment for so long. He felt his mouth water with want at the sight of your plump, soft breast and nipples that begged for his attention.

Taehyung was definitely a boob guy.

But he didn’t know what he wanted to do first. Did he want to squeeze your tits in his hands? Or did he want to nibble on your pretty nipples until you pushed him away? But he also really wanted to keep kissing you, and he really wanted you to keep grinding on his clothed cock like you were. His mind went over a hundred things that he wanted to do to you and more specifically your breasts.

He took too long to decide so you impatiently grabbed his hands and placed them on your breasts making his breath hitch and moan. You made his hands squeeze you, hoping that he’d get the hint to continue.

Which he did.

He pulled you back in for another heated kiss while his hands pinched and squeezed at your breasts. He broke the kiss when he felt your hips go heavy on his very hard and patient cock.

“I can’t wait to feel you inside of me Taehyung” you whispered against his lips and Taehyung felt your words strike his cock with the hot fury of a lightning bolt. He flipped you over so now he was on top of you, leaving a trail of wet kisses from your mouth down to your breasts. You moaned with every kiss he left.

You ran your fingers through his hair as you felt his mouth nip bruises onto your skin. Bruises you would later run your fingers over and reminisce of your first night with him. You felt his warm tongue lick a thick stripe from the bottom of your breast to your nipple. You held your breath and tensed at the feeling of his mouth softly suckling on it. Your hips rutted into emptiness hoping it would ease the ache you felt between your legs.

It didn’t relieve any ache, if anything it made you hornier than ever.

Taehyung felt your rogue hips moving around, almost humping his thighs. He decided he would relieve the wet ache your poor pussy was subjected to.

“Can you take them off for me baby?” Taehyung leaned back to rub your thighs gently to coax you to reveal yourself to him.

You nodded, a little shy but his hazy, heated expression rid you of any insecurity you had.

Your fingers hooked on to the lace of your panties making Taehyungs mouth water for the tenth time that night. He eyed the soaked panties as they traveled from your pussy to your hands and then thrown carelessly on the floor. His eyes went back to ogle at you but you had your knees tightly pressed together, and in the way of his dream destination.

He was about to start begging for a peak when you slowly started parting your legs. In his mind a ring of light formed around you like a halo, he even saw flowers around you like a sculptor in a garden.

You were absolutely gorgeous in all of your glory. He loved every smooth and rough edge you had. It was a moment of enlightenment for him and he took a vow that very second.

What was his vow?

To always treat this body like the Goddess it was modeled after.

Taehyung didn’t speak, he didn’t even warm you up to his tongue, he just dove in like his tongue was best friends with your pussy. You squealed, feeling his tongue pressing heavily between your folds.

Embarrassed, you covered your mouth to stop from making any more loud noise, but Taehyung loved hearing you.

“Baby,” he muttered against your soaking cunt,” let me hear you.”

You looked down at him to meet his hooded devilish eyes, making you blush when he flattened his tongue over your clit while staring into your soul.

Your head plopped back on your pillow as a moan overtook your breath. Taehyung felt his whole body lit up with pride hearing your moans. His heart ached so beautifully when his name came out between the puffs and huffs of curse words you let out. He gripped your thighs a little harder around him almost like he wanted to be suffocated by them.

His tongue licked patterns like he was writing his own name in your pussy, claiming it as his. It was all too much for you, especially when he’d lick your slit to stop and suckle on your clit and let it go with a lewd pop. Then he’d repeat all over again until he felt your lovely juices sticky on his tongue.

“Taehyung. Oh god,” you pushed his head,” stop- stop I don’t wanna cum yet.”

He hummed against your core,” are you sure?”

“Yes yes,” you pressed your thighs against the sides of his head,” I want you now.”

“Ok baby.” He murmured but not before getting one last hard suck to you clit making you pull his hair and go cross eyed from the pressure of it.

Taehyung trailed kisses from your clit to your belly button, where he bit into your lower belly to make you squeal and giggle like a girl in love. His kisses moved up to your breasts where he squeezed them together to rub his face all over them. He sucked your nipple but let it pop from his mouth and watched it cutely jiggle making you cover your face in embarrassment.

“Taehyung oh my gosh.” You squealed when he did it once more.

“What?” He blew warm air on your glossy nipple making you moan and wiggle underneath him.

“Please fuck me already.” You whispered, making Taehyungs mind scramble.

He silently buried his face in your neck as he got rid of his boxers to grasp his length.

Taehyung had forgotten all about his erection, to be honest, you had him under your perverted spell once again. His tip was aching, blushed red and angry that it was forgotten and restrained for so long. Taehyung slowly ran his hand down his cock to soothe its anger, but he knew it would only calm down once it was buried in you.

His tip brushed your entrance as Taehyung sweetly kissed your lips.You felt all of Taehyungs love pouring from his lips onto yours, like an unspoken poem to you.

Taehyung would grind his length on your creamy spread only to poke your clenching entrance. A string of your arousal connected his cock to you when he’d pull back, which gave him the last push he needed to stop teasing you and finally reach for a condom.

You closed your eyes as you heard him open the wrapper. The sound of him putting the condom on made you clench and ache for him.

You felt him rub at your entrance with his tip.

“Relax for me baby.” Taehyung pushed in slowly. So slow, it set your pussy on fire. You just wanted to feel him stretch you open, so you did what you had to do and impatiently wrapped your arms around his torso to grip his ass and push his hips into you.

“Taehyung hurry up,” you whined,”I want you to tear me apart.”

Taehyung grunts as your hands push him deeper inside you, locking him in and unable to do anything except huff into your neck.

“B-Baby don’t,” he said, pained from how deliciously you clenched around him,” I want to take things slow…”

“We can do it slow another time,” you pushed your hips up into his, making his cock lewdly move in and out of you,” I need you now.”

“Oh fuck.”

You moaned, he never cusses and you can’t help but find it sexy, you want to pull him in for a kiss but he has other plans.

Taehyung pulls away from you.

You wanted him to break you?

Fine, he would do just that.

Taehyung could never say no to you anyways.

You squealed as Taehyungs hands gripped your thighs to hold them up against him. Taehyung leaned over you to hold your legs against your chest.

His cock was diving deeper in you, giving you that delicious stretch that you’ve been craving from him since you first saw him.

You never imagined how rough Taehyung could be during sex. You expected him to be a lot more gentle since he’s usually so, so soft with you, almost like you were fragile.

But Taehyung was fucking you so hard you were unable to form any type of word that wasn’t his name.

The position he had you in made you see stars, his pace was relentless and you were living for it.

You loved how heavy his hips were against yours, you wanted to scream.

And you almost did, not because of his hot cock that was pile driving into you, but because he suddenly stopped.

You whined trying to coax him to fuck you open again but his hands pinned your dangerous moving hips against the bed.

Taehyung was starting to get cocky because he had managed to stay hard for this long, but your moans and your wet, sloppy pussy was really really putting him to the test. He felt his edge coming faster than he planned so he had to stop. Even though he didn’t want to, he had to.

You had to finish before him.

“Give me a second,” Taehyung slowly pulled out, leaving a trail of your essence against your thigh,” I’m sorry gummy bear.”

“It’s okay.” You hummed while sitting up to watch him grip the base of his cock, he winced after squeezing it a couple times.

“Can we switch positions?” Taehyung blushed with embarrassment.

“Sure.” You moved on your hands and knees but he stopped you.

“No like this.” Taehyung laid on his side pulling you down with him so your back was against his chest.

“Oh okay…”

“Are- Are you…Uhm…do you feel good?” Taehyung shyly asked you as you wiggled your hips to get him to enter you again.

“I feel amazing Taehyung.” You reached behind you to grab his hand and cup your breast tight.

You moaned as he entered you a lot faster than before. He squeezed your breast one last time before his arms wrapped around your tummy, holding you tight against him.

You lusciously clenched around his aching member when you felt him pepper your neck with kisses. His words and lips were soft compared to how hard he was fucking you. He made your breasts bounce with each deep stroke he delivered.

“Taehyung.” You breathed out

Taehyung lifted his head from your neck to look at you,”What?”

“K-Kiss me-“ You moaned, blissed out of your mind.

Taehyungs hand very slowly traveled from your waist to grasp your jaw and make your lips meet with his.

Taehyung concentrated on his mind boggling pace, so he wouldn’t give into the pleasure he was feeling.

But it wasn’t really helping.

His fingers very gently rubbed at your clit, he needed you to cum now otherwise he would finish very soon.

“Come on baby.” Taehyung cooed against your cheek.

He switched your positions, molding himself on top of your body so he could heavily grind his cock deeper in you, all while his finger rubbed your clit. That being the very last push you needed to reach your high.

“Oh fuck. Taehyung!” your whine was muffled by your pillow.

Taehyung felt your pussy clench around him with an iron grip almost making it impossible for him to keep fucking you but he fought through it with slow and hard thrusts.

Taehyung made the butterflies in your core flutter with satisfaction when he slowly stopped his movements after he felt your iron trap of a pussy soften on him.

“Are you okay?” He asked when he saw you burying your face in your pillow,”what?”

“I said I can last longer,” you muttered,” I’m a sex machine I swear.”

Taehyung chuckled but quickly changed expressions when you motioned for him to get off of you, leaving his used wet cock all alone and cold.

“I want you to cum now.” You sat up to push him on his back.

He huffed when his back met with the mattress. Taehyungs hands instantly went to your hips to help position you but you think they would be more useful somewhere else.

You moved his hands up your body where they made themselves comfy cupping your breasts.

He bit his lip when he felt your puffy wet folds part over his tip. Taehyung let out a deep breath deep when you fully took in all his length, he moved his hands to your thighs and rubbed them lovingly. He felt like he could breathe again since he didnt have to hold himself back any longer, he could finally let go.

You bounced on him exactly like you’ve been practicing on your pillow days before. You felt proud seeing his euphoric expression and hearing his deep moans.

He moaned because of you and it made you feel on top of the world.

Taehyung wanted to keep seeing you ride him, he loved hearing your moans and seeing the pretty shimmer of sweat on your body.

But he wanted to cum, so bad.

He felt his whole world melt into creamy pleasure when you leaned down to press your tits on his chest and roll your hips so his cock pulled in and out of the slick drag of your walls.

Taehyung couldnt take it any longer, you were fucking him too good. He grabbed your hips in his hands and pushed himself all the way in, trapping you in his embrace when he felt his cum gush in the condom making him moan your name very loudly.

You buried your face in his neck, feeling his jaw clench on your temple you sweetly kissed it to ease his high.

Taehyung finally let you go when he felt that he had completely emptied himself in you.

He covered his eyes with his arm to catch his breath,”I can- I can last longer too..”

You chucked before moving off of his softening member, letting it fall back on his lower belly with a wet smack.

“You lasted longer than I did, that’s for sure.” You smiled at him before cuddling into him.

You both needed to clean up but fatigue took over so instead you laid in his embrace. Chests pressed together in comfort.

Your heart felt like it was on a swing set, going back and forth in sync with Taehyungs heart, as if they were holding hands like two teens in love.

You kissed his neck ready to fall asleep but his voice pulled you out of dream land.

“Gummy bear?” Taehyung placed soft, gentle kisses to the crown of your head, he takes in the aroma of your soft hair.

You hummed in his neck.

“You make me feel happiness I’ve never felt before.”

You almost felt like crying from his sweet confession. You kissed your way from his neck to his nose. Taehyung was always more reserved, especially with his feelings so whenever he spoke to you about them you made sure to pay full attention.

“You make me happy too, Taehyung.” You kissed the small mole on his nose, your absolute favorite one from the many he had.

He kisses the corner of your lips and swears he never wants to be with anyone else.

You were his soulmate.

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A/n: Taehyung just looks like he knows how to fuck. Sorry I don’t make the rules.

Reblogs and feedback always loved and appreciated ⋆˙⟡♡

~ Che

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strawberry-chans · 2 years

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aaa i just read this drabble and i’m already planning to binge!!!

‧✧̣̇‧ Study Buddy 01

‧✧̣̇‧ Pairing: YN x Taehyung

‧✧̣̇‧ Genre: college au, friends to lovers au, fluff, tiny itsy bitsy bit of angst, Taehyung doesn’t know he’s in love AU, shy!taehyung.

‧✧̣̇‧ Warnings: swear words, y/n is a bad influence and wants free food.

‧✧̣̇‧ Summary: You try to convince, or more like beg Taehyung to buy you food instead of finishing your homework.

‧✧̣̇‧ word count: 800

Study buddy masterlist 𑁍

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Taehyung was reading aloud from his textbook. He noticed you tend to pay more attention when he read the text to you, and he really wanted you to get this. He knew you were smart and he wanted to see you succeed. In all honesty though, you really just liked hearing his voice since it always made you melt inside. So deep and smooth. You could spend hours listening to him.

“Are you taking notes?” Taehyung glanced at your notebook

“Of course I am.” You weren’t.

“Let me see.”

You flipped the page on your notebook before he could see how many hearts you drew next to his name.

“How about we start the chapter questions.’ You chuckled nervously.

“Ok you do even numbers and I’ll do odd numbers.” He began jotting down the questions.

You tried not to stare at him, really, but it was so hard when he was just so effortlessly gorgeous. You can’t help but stare. It was so unfair how pretty he was while he looked through his textbook. He was scribbling down words in his notes but the way his hands moved from page to page had you in a trance. Your eyes followed his hand as it gently brushed a few strands of hair from his face.

He had cut his hair, you noticed, just a trim but the shorter curls framed his face so perfectly, you almost moaned. Of course you missed his longer curls, they always looked so soft you had to bite the inside of your cheek to fight the urge to reach over and run your hand through his fluffy, fluffy curls.

You sighed out loud at the thought. Very unaware of the fact that you're starring, and Taehyung had been trying to get your attention for the last couple of minutes. Had he been talking this whole time? Damn, why did he have to be so cute?

“Y/N?" His soft voice pulled you back down to earth," Are you listening?"

You cleared your throat and tapped your cheek.

"Oh what was that? Do I want to get dinner? on you?”

Taehyung chuckled, but that cute boy chuckle he does when he finds something undeniably adorable and he found himself finding you so, undeniably adorable.

“Nice try, I asked if you needed help?” Taehyung smiled but you scoffed at his question like it had offended you.

“My version was better, besides can’t we take a break? I’m tired.”

Taehyung sat back and crossed his arms, watching you lay your head on your textbook. He knew where this was going.

“We have to finish this assignment.” He bit his lip, hoping you’d remember it was due tomorrow.

“But I’m hungry, I can’t concentrate when I’m hungry, I might pass out even,” you lifted your head, gasping for dramatic effect,’ Or worse I might go feral, like a reverse gremlin, feral when not given food at a certain time, but I guess homework is more important than my well being.”

Taehyung knew what was coming next. He waited.

You looked up at him.

And there it was.

The pout.

That pretty puffy pout you do when you want something. He noticed you tend to do it, a lot. Wether you realize it or not. You bat your eyelashes at him when you wanted him to buy you those, greasy cheeseburgers, that you love so much. But it won’t work this time. Oh no. He had to stay strong. You had to finish this chapter and assignments. His grade depended on it. Your grade depended on it.

But the longer you starred at him, the weaker he felt. Was it normal to find your study buddy this cute?

“We can take a small break.” He always gives in.

“Oh thank God,” you grinned,” what are we eating?”

“Anything you want.”Taehyung shrugged.

“Anything?” Your eyes gleamed at the possibilities.

“Anything.”

“What if I wanted steak?”

“I know a good steak place.” He smiled because he already knew where you wanted to go.

“Maybe next time, I want a cheeseburger.”

The same cheeseburger place you wanted to go to every study session. You’d order a number 5 with a sprite and whole lot of ketchup for your fries, but in all honesty Taehyung didn’t really like cheeseburgers that much. He only agrees because you’d always order a strawberry smoothie afterwards with two straws, and the idea of sharing a smoothie with you made his heart beat a little faster.

You started packing up your bag, humming excitedly, making Taehyung just as excited as he packed his bag.

Once you two were ready, you linked your arm with his. He blushed almost choking on his spit when he felt your body pressed up against his arm.

“Let’s go Im hungry,’ you tugged him along.

“Ok ok.” Taehyung smiled to himself, and he wondered if his heart always fluttered this much or did it have something to do with you?

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A/N: So…here’s the first drabble of the series I also hope everyone had a nice day/night! I was able to secure Taehyungs Boston bag and brooches from the 3rd restock so I’m very happy (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

Feed back is highly appreciated, seriously please tell me since I’m new to writing, I’d really love to know how I can improve! Reblogs are always appreciated^^

(Be nice tho I’m sensitive ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა)

~ Che

#taehyung #fic rec #bts recs #taehyung fluff

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strawberry-chans · 2 years

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stations and destinations

• when did love start feeling like a crime? •

❥ bang chan x fem!reader ft. felix

❥ genre: fluff, angst, childhood friends-to-lovers

❥ warnings: a wholeeee lot of angst, but there is a happy ending! mentions of food, swearing, sad felix

❥ word count: 9.8K

❥ A/N: oh my god this fic was literally the hardest, most exhausting thing i’ve ever had to write. but i hope i did it justice 😭😭 thank you @cottonmyeonbby for all your help and lovely feedback ^^

btw if you read this pls reblog. my fic isn’t showing up in the tags T.T

‘can you talk to me, please?’ felix pleaded for what felt like the hundredth time.

he was sat at the edge of the bench, body turned to face his best friend, who refused to meet his eyes. the latter was hunched over, arms resting on his knees as his foot tapped nervously on the cobblestone path. it was well into the night and the park was dark, merely a few lampposts around to illuminate the walkway.

‘about what?’ asked chris, back tense, eyes glued to grass patch on the other side of the path.

‘about this. about why you’ve been acting so weird. what's wrong? did i do something?’

chris sucked in his bottom lip, his leg shaking even faster.

what was he even supposed to say? how was he supposed explain that his behaviour was nobody’s fault but his own. that he’s been too swallowed up in his guilt and self loathing to be a good friend. that he really is the worst friend in the world.

his mind ran a mile a minute, trying to come up with something to say. in the end, he settled for a simple shake of his head and a small whisper.

‘you didn’t do anything, man.’

‘then why have you been avoiding me?’

‘i– i haven’t,’ he stared down the empty path leading to the parking lot, eyes zeroing in on the cat trotting along the edge of the path, dutifully chasing after what looked like a tiny toad. in a flash the cat disappeared in the darkness, leaving chris to face felix all on his own. he sighed, returning his attention to his friend, albeit still not meeting his eyes. ‘i told you, i’ve been busy.’

felix scoffed. ‘oh yeah? is that why you looked away when you saw me walking towards you?’

‘i di–’

‘don’t lie,’ he cut him off sternly. ‘i know you saw me just now. and i know you would’ve ducked away if i hadn’t ran after you. come on man, tell me what’s going on. did i upset you?’

chris took a deep breath, finally having built up enough courage to look at his friend’s face. immediately, he felt a pit form in his stomach at the look of concern on the younger man’s face. ‘you didn’t do anything. i promise.’

‘then what’s up? you’ve been acting so weird. we were fine a week ago.’

‘it’s nothing.’

felix wasn’t buying it. ‘hey, it’s me. come on. you can talk to me.’

straightening up his back as he inhaled deeply, chris stared up at the starless sky for a few seconds before turning to his increasingly concerned friend. ‘i’m just—' he groaned out of frustration, 'i’m just having some personal issues, okay? just some stuff i’m struggling with. it’s fine.’

‘what kind of stuff?’

chris gave him a look asking “why you won’t let up?”, prompting felix to raise his arms in surrender.

‘listen, i normally wouldn’t force you like this but i feel like your destroying yourself by keeping it all in. bro, i haven’t seen you properly in almost three weeks. even during get togethers you barely say five words to me. that's not like you.’

chris frowned. ‘i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to make you feel that way. it’s just—i just—feel very conflicted and in my head these days.’

‘is… everything okay?’

he shrugged and leaned back, crossing his arms in front of his chest. ‘i don’t know. i just- i don’t know.’

‘what are you conflicted about?’

turning to felix, chris noticed the concern in his eyes and felt his chest tighten. he couldn’t bear brushing him off any longer. it wasn’t right. he clenched his jaw for a moment and shifted in his seat before speaking up, his voice small, and dripping with hesitation.

‘it’s– it’s this woman i know… f-from work. she’s a colleague,’ he lied.

felix leaned in a little, nodding intently.

‘i… i really like her. like… a lot. i think she’s amazing. we’re really close and we get along so well—she just… gets me on every level. but– it can’t ever happen.’ chris looked down at his lap, fingers pinching and twisting the fabric of his hoodie.

felix frowned. ‘why not?’

‘she’s… well,’ chris shifted in his seat once again and cleared his throat. ‘she used to date this guy, who’s also a friend of mine—also from work—a-and i-i don’t know. i guess i feel guilty about it. i don’t want to hurt him. we’re really good friends.’

‘is it joseph?’

‘what? no, it’s not. joseph’s got a boyfr– never mind. you don’t know him.’

the younger man let out a small chuckle. ‘you said “good friend” so i thought i might’ve met him. anyway, that’s besides the point,’ he swatted his hand, ‘how long have they been broken up?’

‘more than a year. or two.’

‘dude what? that’s such a long time. why would it be a big deal?’

‘because she’s still his ex. his ex that he sees pretty regularly.’

‘yeah but–’ felix let out a small sigh. ‘okay maybe i’m being a bit biased. i can understand why you’re worried. i mean i work with y/n and seeing her almost everyday is hard but–’

the moment he heard her name fall from felix’s lips, chris’s mind tuned out the man’s voice completely, his stomach churning. he could feel a lump building up in his throat, his fingers curling into his palm, making the veins near his knuckles pop.

how could he have done this?

how could he betray the man he called his brother?

he was the worst friend ever.

he was the worst person ever.

chris almost jumped when he felt felix’s hand on his shoulder. snapping out of his thoughts, he turned to the man, promptly greeted by his signature warm smile.

‘hey, listen to me. you don’t fall for people often. so maybe… this is something worth pursuing. you said this was a good friend of yours—surely he’d understand. i mean, it’s been years. and it’s not like he’s still in love with her.’

and that’s when chris felt his stomach drop. a sudden nauseating feeling bubbled up in his throat, memories from 3 weeks ago flooding his mind.

‘alright, felix. come on, out of the lift. we’re at your floor,’ chris groaned as he struggled to keep a limp-bodied felix upright and walking in somewhat of a straight line..

it was one of those rare occasions where the young man had gone out with his work friends and had a little too much to drink, forcing his friends to call the ever-sober and responsible older brother (chris) to take him home.

felix let out a small giggle as he staggered along, chris tugging on his arm every now and then to avoid the former hitting his waist on the side of the railing or bumping into the wall. fishing his house keys out of his pocket, felix fiddled around with the keychain before dropping them from his nimble fingers, making his friend let out a small sigh as he bent down to pick them up.

‘sorry,’ he giggled as chris stood up, tossing a slightly irritated look his way.

‘that’s fine. i’ve dealt with worse when it comes to your drunk ass.’

the comment made felix giggle even more. ‘that’s true. hey, you wanna know why– i drank so much tonight?’

‘because your life motto is go big or go home?’ chris joked.

‘hah! very funny. but nope!’ his voice increased in pitch for a bit before dropping to a low timbre, ‘it’s because… i think… i’m still in love with y/n.’

chris froze in his tracks, his blood running cold. he could hear felix let out a small “whoa”—the abrupt stop almost making him topple over—followed by his soft, drunken giggles. chris felt his heartbeat pick up and he hoped to god that maybe he heard felix wrong. or that felix was simply joking around.

‘what?’ he asked in a small voice.

‘i said…’ the younger one slurred as he leaned into his friend’s body, ‘i think i still love my ex.’

chris didn’t respond, allowing felix to continue speaking, a dopey smile stretched across his face.

‘i’ve been wondering these past few months. maybe even longer. that’s why… i broke up with erika. i wasn’t sure about my feelings for her,’ he hiccuped, ‘because i kept thinking about y/n. how pretty she is… and how much she makes me smile… how great we used to be together….’

chris swallowed audibly as his friend kept rambling on and on about his memories of his ex. pursing his lips together, he mumbled a small “let’s keep walking”, trying his best to tune out everything felix was saying.

what was meant to be a few minutes walk to felix’s front door felt like it stretched on for eons. and by the end of it, chris felt like he was the one who was drunk, his leg wobbling a little as he took a step forward to unlock the door.

taking shallow breaths, he led a very drunk and lovestruck felix to his bedroom, promptly helping him lie down on the bed before moving to take off his shoes and draping the blanket over his frame.

chris went through his regular routine: tucking felix in, turning on the air conditioning and ambient lights (felix insisted on sleeping in a blue room), filling a glass of water and leaving it by his bedside with an aspiring sitting on top of the cover, and then finally checking up on the hopefully asleep man-child before leaving the apartment.

only this time, when chris returned to the bedroom with water, felix was still wide awake, hooded eyes trained on the ceiling.

‘chris?’ he spoke up, and the man in question hummed. ‘do you think—she’d ever want to try again?’

chris let out a shuddered breath, his neck and jaw starting to ache. ‘i don’t know, felix,’ he whispered, nails busy fiddling with the buttons on AC remote.

‘i know it’s been ages. and things weren’t the best. but maybe now we can make things work.’

‘maybe. now come on, go to sleep,’ said chris as he placed the remote on the bedside table, steps inching towards the door before his name rang out in a tired whisper. he turned around, his sad eyes meeting felix’s tired ones.

‘thanks, mate,’ the blonde man flashed him a soft smile, crinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. ‘you really are like the brother i never had. i love you.’

chris couldn’t help but smile back. ‘love you too,’ he whispered as he turned around and walked out, shutting the door as he blinked away the stinging in his eyes.

that night he left with a broken heart and a sick feeling in his stomach that just never went away. that was the night he realised what a terrible friend he’d been—the night he finally figured out just how much he could hate himself.

‘he is,’ chris said in a small voice.

‘what?’

‘he is—still in love with her. he told me.’

‘oh,’ felix straightened up, a small furrow between his brows before his shoulders slumped in sympathy. ‘oh...’

‘yeah… i-i didn’t know before i uh– before i caught feelings for her. b-but yeah… he does,’ he whispered the last two words as he scratched the back of neck, trapping his bottom lip in his teeth.

‘damn… that– that sounds rough. i mean… it’s just– shit. does he wanna pursue her again?’

chris shrugged. ‘he hasn’t said anything about that. just that… he regrets letting her go.’

felix gave a slow, understanding nod. ‘well– okay… does she still have feelings for him?’

chris hesitated for a moment. did she? in that instant, memories of y/n flooded his mind.

the way she smiled every time his eyes caught hers, the way she’d laugh at all his stupid jokes, the little cuddles they shared after ranting about their exhausting days, the small kisses she’d leave on the side of his head whenever he cried into the crook of her neck… and–

chris inhaled the moment he felt his heart sink.

he wanted to say he didn’t know—but he did—he did know. so, he shook his head softly and whispered, ‘no. she doesn’t.‘

‘does she have feelings for you?’

he sputtered, guilt bubbling up in his stomach. ‘i– i don’t know. i guess so. i-i mean she– it feels like there’s something there b-but i can’t say for sure.’

‘hmm…’ felix leaned back, resting his back against the bench as he locked his fingers in front of his torso. ‘i say go for it.’

chris’s eyes blew wide. ‘w-what?’ he asked, turning to look at the blond man with his mouth slightly open. felix turned his head with a soft smile and nodded.

‘yeah. go for it.’

‘b-but…’

‘look, man,’ felix began, sitting up and placing a hand on his friend’s knee. ‘you like this woman. and it sounds like maybe she has a thing for you too. and this guy’s been broken up for two years—that’s a long time,’ he paused for a moment, ‘like– i can empathise because i get it, yknow? it’s hard moving on from someone you loved so deeply. especially if you regret ever leaving them in the first place. but her feelings matter too. besides, he’s your friend—maybe he’ll understand.’

chris let out a shuddered breath from his nose, anxiety travelling down his spine, leaving an uncomfortable chill in its wake. he looked at felix, noticing the earnest expression in his eyes, and it almost made him tear up.

‘i suggest you talk to him about it. be open. see how he feels. you never know, he might be cool with it. especially if his ex doesn’t feel the same way about him. i mean, he can’t change that, now can he?’

chris blinked once. twice. feeling the salty stinging in his sockets making the whites of his eyes turn red. ‘i should… i should talk to him?’ he asked, feeling a little unsure. felix nodded, flashing a reassuring smile. ‘and what if that hurts him?’

now that comment made the younger man chuckle and shake his head. ‘dude what is this? high school? you’re grown ass men. he’ll get over it.’

chris nodded solemnly and took a deep breath, feeling the air fill his lungs and release some of the pain in his chest. ‘w-what if… what if it was y/n?’

‘what if who was y/n?’

‘t-the…’ he swallowed nervously. ‘the woman.’

a loud roar of laughter resounded through the park, making chris look up at the man sitting beside him, a look of pure confusion plastered across his face.

‘please,’ said felix, his laughter dying down to an amused grin. ‘that’s different.’

‘how?’

‘i– well obviously it’s different, chris. you and i aren’t colleagues. you’re like my brother. i can’t even imagine you doing that. like…’ he started chuckling again. ‘falling for the first woman i ever loved? i mean come on, you've known i’ve had a crush on her since we were kids. i know you wouldn’t do that. besides, it’s y/n. i can’t even picture you two like that.’

chris shrunk a little as he looked at his best friend, his brother, brows droopy and apologetic.

‘felix,’ he said plainly, making the man stop chuckling and stare at him with confusion, his smile dropping the moment he noticed that chris was being serious.

a deafening silence permeated the air as the two men stared at each other, the thick haze of discomfort fogging their eyes and suffocating their lungs. for a second neither of them breathed, only the faint sound of crickets and ongoing cars at a small distance filling their ears.

felix didn’t dare move, only deepening the crease between his brows. chris pressed his lips into a line and nodded, and the younger one took a deep breath as he tore his eyes away, inching a little further towards the edge of the bench. he tapped his foot on the ground, his hands balling into fists, his jaw locked in place. and not even a second later, he stood up and began walking away. panic filled chris’s chest as he stood up to go after his friend.

‘felix wait!’

‘for what?’ he spat, stopping in his tracks to turn and look at him, an angry yet pained expression painting his features. he looked betrayed—almost broken—and it made chris take a step back, shrinking into himself.

‘i– i’m sorry.’

the younger man’s frown deepened as he walked closer, standing a small distance away.

‘you’re sorry? chris, that’s the girl i was engaged to!’ he shouted before taking a deep breath to compose himself. ‘we were supposed to get married. she’s the girl i’d been in love with since we were in school.’

chris looked to the ground, unable to meet his eyes. ‘i know i– i didn’t– i didn’t mean to.’

‘oh you didn’t mean to… well that makes it totally okay!’ felix sneered. ‘tell me, how exactly did you end up falling in love with her, huh? i should’ve known there was something going on when you two started hanging out without me.’

‘felix, come on. we’re childhood friends. that wasn’t why–’

‘well you’re also my friend. my best friend. and she was my fiancée,’ his voice almost broke at the word “fiancée”, nostrils flaring as he tried to control his tears. felix took a deep breath and looked anywhere but at chris, his eyes starting to redden.

‘i know. i’m sorry, okay? i– i wish i could make these feelings go away. but i can’t.’

felix rolled his eyes and scoffed. he took a beat to compose himself before stepping closer to chris, his body merely inches away as he leaned closer, his tone pitched down to a low timbre, anger reverberating in his chest. ‘you know what? 7 billion people in the world, and you go after the one girl i’m madly in love with.’

‘i didn’t go after her.’

felix shook his head and raised his hand. ‘i don’t want to hear it,’ he whispered before walking off, leaving a distraught chris in the middle of the pathway, calling out his name before whispering a string of curses under his breath, his tears finally escaping past his waterline as he ran his fingers through his hair.

ding… dong…

felix stretched his limbs as he paused the movie he was watching and walked over to the front door. not even bothering to look through the peephole, he swung the door open to reveal his very distressed looking ex.

‘y/n?’ he knit his brows together, a little surprised to see her. it had been ages since she'd turned up at his doorstep without the rest of their friends in tow. without chris right next to her.

‘hey, sorry for dropping by unannounced,’ she breathed out, walking right past him and entering his living room, his eyes following her figure before he moved to shut the door.

‘come in, i guess,’ he mumbled as he walked over to her. ‘what’s up? why are you here?’

‘u-um, well– h-have you seen chris? is he here?’ she asked, a hopeful gleam in her worn eyes.

felix felt his heart drop at the sound of his best friend’s name leaving her lips. no matter how hard he tried to ignore the memory of what happened three days ago, the nagging feeling of hurt and betrayal kept coming back to him. he crossed his arms in front of his chest, a deep crease forming at the centre of his forehead.

‘why would he be here?’

‘because he’s always here?’ she retorted with a hint of confusion, a little put off by his attitude. ‘do you have any idea where he might be?’

felix rolled his eyes. ‘no. why do you care so much anyway? he’s not a small child.’

y/n sighed, eyes narrowing as she stared felix down. really, what was he being such a dick for? ‘he’s missing, felix. what the hell?’

suddenly, felix felt a lump travelling up his throat—the thought of his best friend potentially being in danger making his anger dissipate

‘what? what do you mean he’s missing?’ he asked, arms falling to his sides, anxiety coursing through his body. he was upset, but that didn’t mean he didn’t care.

y/n pressed her lips together and breathed out from her nose. ‘nobody knows where he is. a few hours ago i got a call from one of his friends asking me about how he was doing—he called in sick apparently—but he also hasn’t been answering anyone’s calls or texts the past few days. i got worried that maybe his condition was really bad so i went to his place to check up on him. b-but the security guard said he left yesterday evening and never came home. it’s past noon now a-and i-i’m just worried. it’s not like him to just disappear like this. what if something happened to him?’

as she rambled on at the speed of light, voice cracking here and there, felix noticed her trembling lips and glassy eyes and moved closer.

‘hey hey,’ he whispered in a low voice, grabbing her shoulders and making her sit down on the sofa and proceeding to sit next to her. ‘i’m sure he’s okay. yeah? he’s fine. come on, take a deep breath with me.’

he guided her and she sniffled, following his lead. after three deep breaths, she felt the subtle pain in her chest subside. the moment she’d visibly calmed down, felix got up and poured her a glass of water before sitting on the opposite edge of the sofa.

‘better?’ he asked, body hunched slightly as he tried to lean closer and look into her eyes.

she nodded, wiping a small teardrop threatening to fall down her cheek.

‘he’s fine, okay? i think i know where he is. if he spent the night out, he’s either in the studio, overworking because inspiration struck—or he’s at the gym, boxing his emotions away.’ and felix knew which one it was.

y/n felt her shoulders slump, her stiff body loosening at the sound of reassurance from someone else. she could’ve sworn if she spent another few minutes with her spiralling thoughts, her ribcage would start closing in on her lungs.

‘oh yeah,’ she mumbled to herself before looking up at felix. ‘c-can you call him? just to make sure he’s okay.’

‘what makes you think he’ll pick up my call when he hasn’t picked up yours?’ felix chuckled slightly, but her expression remained the same—sombre. he cleared his throat. ‘besides, he called me earlier in the morning. i’m sure he’s okay.’

‘what did he say?’

‘i didn’t pick up.’

y/n furrowed her brows. ‘what’s going on with both of you?’

‘nothing. it’s nothing, don’t worry about it. what’s going on with you though? don’t hear from him for a few days and you look like you watched someone drop kick a puppy.’

y/n looked away, fidgeting with the rings on her fingers.

‘i-i don’t know. i just got really worried. he’d been so off for the past few weeks and i just started overthinking and spooked myself.’

felix smiled at that, remembering all the times she’d worry herself over small things and ring him up in the middle of the night because his voice calmed her down. she really hadn’t changed one bit. well, besides the fact that she didn't call him anymore when she was worried. or call him at all, really.

‘you worry too much,’ he said, the small smile still settled on his lips, and she sighed.

‘i knowwww. but with good reason! how many time has my worrying saved everyone’s sorry little asses?’

felix chuckled and nodded in agreement, finally eliciting a small smile from his ex’s lips. suddenly the room went quiet, their eyes darting in different directions. they’d never been alone in each other’s presence for a little over three years, so the looming awkwardness in the air only thickened with every second that passed. y/n reached forward to grab her glass of water, and right as she took a sip, felix spoke up.

‘hey can i ask you something?’

‘mhm.’

‘why’d you come here? why didn’t you check the gym first? or his studio? or that hilltop he always drives up to to stare at the sky and zone out? you know about his favourite spots better than i do.’

felix’s question made y/n freeze for a moment before she took another sip of water. ‘oh. i– i didn’t want to come on too strong,’ she murmured sheepishly, eyes trained on her lap.

her response made him laugh. ‘come on too strong? y/n you used to barge into his room when you were kids and jump on his bed until he woke up and gave you attention.’

‘stop before i push you off my bed,’ chris groaned, pulling his comforter over his head.

‘do it. i dare you!’

‘oh yeah? don’t come crying when your leg breaks,’ he swooped at her shins and she dodged him, giggling in glee.

‘missed me!’

laughter bounced off of christopher’s bedroom walls and he let out a dramatic high pitched cry, making her laugh even louder. after a couple more jumps y/n plopped down beside his curled up body.

‘you know if you did break my leg, you’re the one who’s gonna have to walk me around everywhere anyway,’ she grinned, hearing chris groan out of annoyance. he knew she was right. giggling, she tugged the comforter out from under his head, revealing his messy mop of curls, and irritable pout. ‘now wake uppppp~’ she sang, hands moving to tickle at his sides as he scurried out of bed, his high pitched laughter melding with her giggles and the soft chirping of the birds outside the window.

now that was a memory she forgot she had, and it made her let out a fond giggle.

‘i know but—that was back then. things aren’t the same now.’

‘like in general or…?’

‘like…’ she let out a small sigh, unsure if she should talk to felix about whatever went down between her and christopher. she glanced up at him and he raised his brows, encouraging her to go on. ‘like… i’m scared i’ll annoy him or scare him away if i’m too persistent. we haven’t been talking much lately. didn’t want to make it worse by going to different places looking for him and seem like i was obsessed.’

felix chuckled. ‘that’s never stopped you before.’

and he was right, it never did.

there was a time back in high school when chris was upset with her and wouldn’t tell her where he was, so she dropped by every single one of his favourite spots until she found him, his favourite snacks stuffed in her backpack as a little bribe to convince him to forgive her. everyone warned her saying she’d annoy the hell out of him and upset him even more but she didn’t care.

‘he’ll sulk even more if i ignore him,’ she’d say.

y/n inhaled deeply and gave felix a sad smile. ‘yeah but back then he hadn’t straight up rejected me,’ she whispered.

felix felt his eyes almost leave his sockets. ‘what?!’ he exclaimed a little too loudly, leaning closer and tilting his head as if he’d perhaps heard her wrong.

y/n shifted a little in her seat. ‘yeah um…’ she hesitated, chewing on her lips. ‘i um– well– shit, this is so awkward to talk about in front of you,’ she laughed uncomfortably and glanced at him.

felix waved his hand dismissively. ‘seriously. he… rejected you?’ felix asked, a little confused.

she nodded, her lips wobbling a little, the memory from a week ago still a little too raw to the touch.

‘we’re just friends, y/n,’ he’d whispered, eyes not meeting hers for even a second, no matter how much she tried to search for them.

just friends, he said. just friends.

if they were just friends then what was he doing at her apartment? why was he always there? why was he cooking her meals and stroking her face and holding her as she fell asleep? why did he kiss her hands and let her trace the veins on his? why did he get her so used to all of this? how did it mean nothing to him?

y/n chewed on her lip as she willed away the memory of that night and all the hurt it brought. ‘he uh– he said he never saw me that way. i guess maybe i completely misread his signals and…’ she let out a defeated sigh, pressing her lips together as the sheer embarrassment of her misjudgements set in.

it broke felix’s heart to see his ex—no, his friend, look so broken. he couldn’t remember the last time she looked so sad.

‘i’m so stupid. i thought he felt the same way and now i’ve ruined our whole friendship. he says we’re fine but he’s been so distant,’ her voice broke. ‘i thought–’ she took a small breath to stop her tears. ‘maybe i’m just not meant to find love,’ she mumbled to herself.

‘hey… you know that’s not true. i loved you.’

she gave him a small smile and a soft nod. ‘yeah… you were the only one though. y’know sometimes i get kind of jealous.’

‘yeah?’ felix couldn’t help but perk up a little. he knew it was pointless but for a fraction of a second, hope built up in his chest that maybe… just maybe… she felt the way he did.

‘yeah. you had what? three relationships since we broke up? i can’t even get one. i just wish it was easier, y’know?’

his shoulders deflated. mentally shaking away his thoughts, he cleared his throat. ‘is that what you want though? a casual relationship? because that’s what those were.’

she bit her lip and shook her head. ‘guess not. i want love. like… proper love. and a future. i want a life with someone.’

‘yeah? then you'll find love. the right one’s out there,’ he flashed her a small smile, wishing he could say something more. ‘although… for someone who wants love, you sure do try your best to avoid it,’ felix joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. ‘i’ve seen you turn down so many decent, good looking guys who’ve asked you out. some of them were even rich,’ he wiggled his eyebrows and she snickered.

‘yeah but that was because–’

‘because you had feelings for chris…?’ he spoke up, smile dissolving a little. she nodded, her cheeks heating up a little. ‘for how long?’

‘i don’t know. long enough, i suppose.’

‘long enough to be in love?’

y/n looked at him with a hint of surprise and he gave her a fake smile. ‘i’m sorry. i– i know he’s your best friend. and i was your– this is all really messed up, i know. i’m sorry.’ she looked down at her lap, fidgeting with her fingers.

felix clicked his tongue with a shake of his head. ‘it’s okay,’ he whispered. ‘just wished you’d told me though. instead of hiding it.’

‘we never did anything,’ she spoke up abruptly. ‘if that’s—what you’re implying.’

felix let out an amused scoff. ‘yeah? movie nights were just movie nights, yeah? cooking together? going grocery shopping together. you wearing his clothes. attending parties as each other’s plus one,’ he tipped his head back and let out a breathy, pitiful laugh. ‘man come to think of it… it’s stupid of me for not realising sooner.’

‘felix you sound upset,’ she frowned, and he sighed.

‘well yeah. not exactly an easy pill to swallow, hey?’ he took a painful swallow, eyes starting to turn red from the tears he refused to shed. ‘i just… wish i’d noticed it earlier y’know? before…’ he let out a shuddered breath, ‘before i thought we could maybe get another chance.’

‘felix…’

‘no, it’s okay,' he quickly continued. 'i don’t blame you. i just… fuck, i wish i knew before i started… feeling things for you again.’

in that moment, y/n felt as if she fell head first into a quicksand, her senses muffled as guilt bubbling in the pit of her stomach. she always figured felix had moved on. it had been a little over three years since he broke up with her, and he always seemed so happy with the decision. if she was being honest, his comfort was what helped her let him go and move on.

‘i– i don’t know what to say,’ she mumbled, staring at her feet.

‘you don’t have to say anything. i know it’s stupid. i guess i just– didn’t expect to see you almost everyday for the past two years,’ he chuckled. ‘and maybe it just… fuck, i really shouldn’t be saying this to you. it’s so selfish. but i have to.’

‘no it’s okay, you can say it.’

felix breathed in from his nose, pressing his lips together firmly to push down the sob making its way up his throat. ‘i just… don’t think i ever stopped loving you,’ he said, his voice breaking, the tears collecting in his waterline making his vision blurry.

y/n couldn’t help but tear up. of all the conversations, this was one she could have never anticipated. after all, felix was the one who said their relationship wasn’t moving forward—that his feelings weren’t growing any further than what he felt in high school.

‘…i didn’t either. i mean– you were my first love. not exactly something you get over that easily,’ she said with a small smile. ‘but… it’s not the same love it used to be. it’s more of… a friendship kind of love now.’

he nodded. ‘i know,’ he whispered with a single blink of his eye, teardrops falling on the back of his locked fingers.

‘felix i– i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have– i shouldn’t have come here and said all these things. i didn’t know you felt this way.’

‘no, no,’ he sniffled and wiped his tears with a small chuckle. ‘no. it’s good that you did. i needed to hear that. i needed to know that door was closed.’ he swiped his fingers against the corners of his eyes once more and cleared his throat. ‘i uh… i always thought that—maybe someday—after we’d grown enough separately, that we would y’know… be together again. but maybe we were just stops in each other's journey—not... the destination.’

‘felix, i’m so sorry. i wish i could make things better.’

‘no it’s okay. don’t– don’t feel bad. i’m not mad. not anymore at least.’

silence loomed in the air for a moment as both of them sat deep in thought, thinking about everything, yet nothing all at once.

‘hey… thank you,’ she broke the silence and he turned to look at her. ‘for um… for being honest. i appreciate it. and i don’t want to tell you how to feel because however you’re feeling is valid. but– felix, we broke up for a reason. we weren’t good for each other anymore. part of me thinks maybe we were never good for each other at all. not past high school at least.’

felix cracked a pained smile. that broke his heart; but part of him agreed. they hadn’t had the healthiest relationship once they went to college. it started off good but they were young and made mistakes and it ended up a toxic mess. the only reason they ever got engaged after graduation was because he figured that’s what was expected of him. that maybe that would make things better. but the engagement barely lasted three months before he realised he’d had enough. and so did y/n.

‘so…’ y/n spoke up once more. ‘i’m glad you told me and we could clear this up. because i wouldn’t want you to hold on hope for something that is clearly bad for both of us. you deserve someone who understand you better than i ever did.’

‘yeah… i guess,’ he whispered. she was right. but in that moment… his heart didn’t care about rationality. all it did was ache. after a brief pause, he spoke up. ‘can i ask you something?’

she nodded.

‘did you– did you have feelings for him—when you were with me?’

‘what?’ she recoiled back in shock. ‘no. of course not. how can you even ask something like that?’

‘i’m not accusing you, y/n. i just wanna know.’

‘no. i didn’t. he was our friend. the guy we grew up with. he was always… my best friend,’ she couldn’t help but smile at the thought of him. ‘i never meant to fall in love with him. i’m not even sure when the lines blurred and he became something more. i didn’t even notice—not that it matters anyway.’

‘i wouldn’t be so quick to say that,’ felix mumbled with a genuine smile.

‘what?’

‘just that… maybe you’re not the reason he rejected you.’

y/n’s mouth fell open, her lips moving but no words came out. she wanted to ask if felix was the reason chris turned her down but decided against it, not wanting to build false hope. either way, he’d still rejected her. and knowing how stubborn he is, he wasn’t going to budge.

‘shut your mouth before a fly invites itself in,’ felix joked, chuckling a little, snapping y/n out of her thoughts. her heart felt a little lighter at the sight of his freckled cheeks lifted up, the dimples at the corners of his lips and the crinkles at the edge of his eyes revealing themselves. she chuckled along for a moment before freezing to simply look into his eyes, offering him a reassuring smile.

felix felt himself blush a little. clearing his throat, he moved to stand up. ‘i uh… i’ll go check on chris. and i’ll let you know how he’s doing.’

y/n nodded, taking that as her cue to leave. she stood up and made her way to the front door, swinging it open. before she could step outside however, she turned back, studying his face intently.

‘you okay?’ she asked, still feeling a little guilty for making him cry. they weren’t as close anymore but he was still her friend. her friend she cared for deeply.

‘yeah,’ felix smiled brightly. ‘surprisingly… i’m okay. feels like this big weight lifted off my chest. maybe i should’ve done that a long time ago. you and i always felt like a question mark. now i feel like there’s an answer.’

y/n nodded in understanding. ‘i’m glad. i’ll see you soon? it’s game night next week at jisung’s place.’

‘uhmmm… maybe a little later than soon. i still need some time. but definitely within the month,’ he laughed, prompting her to chuckle along.

‘okay. well. i’ll see you soon enough. take care of yourself.’

‘you too,’ felix smiled as she walked off. he took a deep breath and shut the door, wiping off a single tear that feel down his cheek. he wasn’t going to lie and say it didn’t hurt. but he wasn’t lying when he said he was okay. he truly was. much better than before. he loved her but he knew he had to let her go. for his own sake, he had to let her go.

chris let out a ragged breath right before his glove-clad fist struck the punching bag. quick, rhythmic smacks of leather on leather bounced off the walls of the gym, mixing with the heavy grunts leaving his lips, the sweat and frustration dripping off his forehead leaving his face tinged in a red hue. he tried to keep a calm mind, but to no avail, memories of the past few weeks passing through his head, making his already racing heartbeat quicken, and his throat tighten.

as his thoughts spiralled once more, his punches got even more intense, landing hook after hook in the exact same spot, his head spinning as he hit harder and harder.

‘you know if that was a person, they’d be dead by now?’ a voice echoed through the private gym room, startling him.

‘felix?’ chris breathed out, brows furrowed in surprise, his chest rising and falling.

‘hey,’ the younger man smiled.

‘what are you doing here?’ chris asked, still a little out of breath, his curls messy and drenched with sweat.

‘the question is… what are you doing here? have you been here all night?’

chris shook his head. ‘took a drive down to the lake. sat there till morning. then went for a walk. now i’m here.’

‘so you’re just roaming around like a nomad while someone’s sitting at home worried sick about you?’ felix crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

‘what?’

‘y/n came over to my place—looking for you.’

chris felt his shoulders drop. ‘oh.’

‘she was really worried. where’s your phone?’

‘it’s in my bag. i think the battery’s dead.’

felix let out an exasperated sigh. ‘you know you can’t always lock yourself up like this when you’re stressed, right? did you even eat?’

he looked away and shook his head slightly, grabbing a towel from the bench to wipe at his neck, forehead and chest. ‘i’ll eat later.’

‘sure you will,’ felix rolled his eyes playfully, a knowing chuckle leaving his lips.

chris turned to look at him, a confused look on his face. why on earth was he behaving like everything was okay? didn’t he tell him to “fuck off” just two days ago?

as if the man heard his thoughts, he looked down at his feet with a small sigh. ‘listen,’ he started, lifting his gaze to meet his best friend’s, ‘i’m… i’m sorry. for lashing out and ignoring you. and… calling you a shit friend. well, not to your face but– anyway. i’m sorry.’

chris shook his head, a frown etched across his face. he took a few steps forward towards the man he’d wronged. ‘felix, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to fall in love with y/n. i don’t know when it happened. i don’t even know how it happened. it just– it just did. one moment she was my friend and the next– i wish i could take it all back—but i can’t. i’ll try my best to get over my feelings. it’ll take me some time but i’ll try,’ he promised with conviction. but all felix could do was flash him a pained smile.

‘you think if it was that easy to get over someone you love, i would’ve done it by now?’ chris didn’t know what to say, so he simply pressed his lips together and looked away. ‘don’t hurt yourself like this. not because of me. i’ll be okay.’

‘i can’t hurt you either,’ he said in a hushed tone, eyes trained on the cemented floor.

‘yeah but you’re not just hurting yourself, are you? you’re hurting her too.’

now that made chris snap his head to look at felix, a giant ball of nervous energy festering about in his stomach. and all the blond did was nod.

‘she told me—about her feelings. for you.’

chris chewed on his bottom lip, his throat tightening, a pinpricking sting blooming at the center of his chest. ‘i’m sorry,’ he said in a small voice. ‘we agreed to just be friends so–’

he got cut off by a punch to his shoulder. ‘what’s wrong with you?’ felix asked his very shocked and confused friend. ‘why would you reject a girl you’re in love with because of me?’

‘because– because you’re… you. you’re my best friend. my brother. i couldn’t do that to you. ever.’

‘oh my god,’ felix let out an incredulous laugh, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. ‘our relationship ended more than three years ago, man!’ he turned to look at chris. ‘and yeah maybe i haven’t fully moved on but it’s not like i’ve been sitting around waiting for her. look, i thought you just liked her and wanted to pursue her. i didn’t know you two were in love with each other. why wouldn’t you just say that?’

‘i– i didn’t want to…’

‘hurt me? dude. for god’s sak– like i said, grown ass men. i’ll get over it. she doesn’t love me. she loves you,’ he tapped at chris’s chest. ‘and you love her.‘

‘b-but–’ he protested, unable to process what was happening.

‘no buts. you love her. she loves you. and you’re both my friends and i want yous to be happy. understand?’

chris nodded quickly, though his mind was still fogged over. perhaps he was dreaming. though never in his wildest dreams did he expect this conversation to take such a turn. he almost felt tempted to pinch himself.

‘good. go tell her.’

‘what?!’

‘yeah! go tell her how you feel.’

‘w-wait b-but–’

‘what did i say? no buts. you know how hard it is for y/n to outright confess her feelings? she doesn’t just do that. it means she really loves you. you make her happy. and she makes you happy. so go... and get your girl.’

‘felix,’ chris teared up and felix pulled him in for a hug.

‘i know, man. i know. it’s okay. really. it’ll take me time but i’ll be okay. i want this for both of you. please don’t worry about me.’

when they pulled away, chris grinned brightly despite the glassy eyes—one felix returned, wiping the beginnings of a tear from the corner of his eye. the older man let out a small chuckle, his tense muscles loosening a little.

‘thank you,’ he whispered, his throat burning as he tried to push his sobs down. felix shook his head and rubbed his bare, and very sweaty shoulders.

‘got nothing to thank me for. but you’re welcome. now go. right now. don’t make her wait any longer.’ chris nodded and moved to grab his bag when felix stopped him. ‘maybe take a shower first.’

‘good call.’

within 20 minutes chris was at y/n’s doorstep, chest heaving, curls still wet and weighed down from the shower. he’d ran up 20 flights of stairs to get to her apartment, feeling a little too impatient to wait for the lift to arrive. he rang the doorbell, resting his palm on the doorframe as he tried his best to catch his breath before she opened the door (he didn’t).

y/n swung the door open almost immediately, a surprised look on her face. ‘chris?’

‘hi,’ he breathed out, his lungs still burning a little.

for a moment, time stood still as he stared into her eyes, relief washing over him. she was right there, just as she was the night he’d turned her away. he had stood at the exact same spot, on her doorstep, and mumbled a quick “i’m sorry” as she brushed it off, pretending to be okay. but he could tell she was hurt. he could tell he broke her heart.

it felt weird seeing her look right at him when she refused to look at his face the last time he saw her. and suddenly, the relief he felt was gone, guilt taking over.

he’d practiced this whole elaborate speech in the car. there was so much he wanted to say—he wanted to tell her just how much he loved her, just how sorry he was, just how much he hated himself for hurting her, just how much he was hurt because of it all, and more than anything he wanted to promise her that he'd love and cherish her for as long as she'd let him because she was the best thing that'd ever happened to him—but looking at her now… every single word disappeared from his mind and all he could do was stare.

that is, until y/n’s fist landed on his bicep with all the strength she could muster.

‘where were you?’

‘ow!’ he rubbed his bare bicep. ‘i’m sorry. i was at the gym.’

‘since last night?!’ he could sense she was about to explode, and his hands immediately shook about in denial.

‘no no no. just the morning.’

‘chris that’s still terrible. it’s almost evening now,’ her disappointed frown only deepened. ‘and– why are you dripping wet? it’s 10 degrees outside, are you insane?’

chris was about to explain how he’d ran straight from the gym and had the heater on in his car but right as his lips parted, the woman ushered him into her apartment, shutting the door behind him, nagging him every step of the way.

‘i swear– i can’t believe you. you know you get colds easily, why would you walk around with wet hair during winter? look at your face. it’s all red too,’ she rambled on as she led him to her bedroom, and all he could really do was comply, a small smile making its way onto his face.

she made him sit in front of her vanity and took a towel to gently press on his locks, followed by a quick session with the hair dryer.

‘you’re lucky i’ve got a diffuser,’ she murmured as she gently ran her fingers through his locks, making him let out a small chuckle.

ah… he loved her so much.

it was a quick fix, his hair poofy, untamed, and still a little damp, but he didn’t mind. he was going to shower again and shampoo his hair later anyway.

once she was done solving his hair crisis, y/n tossed him a hoodie from her closet (one he’d left behind for her to wear because she once said it was her favourite) because “a muscle tee is not enough to keep you warm, christopher”.

he giggled and shook his head when she said that with the sternest expression she could muster. putting his hands up in surrender, he nodded fondly at her before she left for the kitchen.

dressed up all warm and cozy in his hoodie and shorts, chris stepped out of the bedroom, immediately greeted by the sweet scent of cinnamon in the air. he made his way over to the living room and plopped next to y/n on the sofa.

‘happy now?’ he asked, gesturing at the hoodie.

‘very. also, i made ginger tea and i’ve got some pastries in the oven.’

‘pastries?’ his eyes lit up.

‘you’re not getting any until you drink the tea.’

chris pouted for a second but relented the moment she handed him the warm cup of tea. if he was being honest, he was feeling a little cold and the warmth of the ceramic against his icy hands shot a chill down his spine in the best way possible. he smiled at her and took a sip, prompting her to smile back triumphantly.

closing his eyes, he let the warm liquid warm his insides and ease the soreness in his throat from all the sobs he'd swallowed throughout the day. and just like that, he was reminded of why he was sitting in y/n’s apartment in the first place, and what had transpired over the past few weeks.

chris felt his shoulders droop a little, nerves taking over every inch of his body, his mind starting to wander.

why was he sitting here after all he’d done?

why was she being so nice to him?

did he even deserve any of this kindness after all the hurt he’d caused?

did he deserve to be happy? why should he be happy when his best friend is probably sitting at home, heartbroken? he said it was okay but was it really? is it really okay for him to be here? is it too late? would y/n even want him now?

chris tapped his fingers against the cup, his body feeling more and more restless by the second. he felt like wanting to run. wanting to hide. wanting to somehow have the ground open up and swallow him whole.

his heartbeat picked up, his limbs aching under the weight of all the thoughts he’d been carrying. a few more seconds and he felt like he might just collapse.

and that’s when he felt it: a warm hand resting on his thigh, a soft voice calling out his name. he blinked and turned his head to look at the woman calling out for him, a concerned look on her face.

‘hey, what’s wrong? are you okay?’

that question was all it took for the dams holding his emotions in place to break. his eyes rimmed red, tears building up and threatening to fall down his cheeks, he tried to speak but couldn’t seem to make his lips move aside from a small tremble.

his gaze zeroed in on her face, scanning every little feature. every curve, every edge, every line, every crevice.

this person was real… she was real and she was sitting right in front of him and she was worried about him—when really she should be upset with him and his behaviour. he knew how hard it was for her to open up to him about her feelings, and he turned her down and left, barely answering her texts and calls after. how did she have it in her to be so gentle with him after all that?

gosh, he thought he couldn’t love a person more but here he was… falling deeper and deeper over the course of a few minutes.

he took the hand resting on his thigh between both of his, and stared into her eyes for a moment, the corners of his lips pulling down before he took a small breath. ‘i love you,’ he whispered, a broken whisper, one barely audible but he knew she heard him, because her eyes glossed over too.

she moved a little closer, pulling her hand out of his, bringing it up to his cheek to wipe at the stray tear that’d made its way down to his jaw. she smiled, a wide, but tentative smile, and whispered back, ‘i love you too.’

and that was when he resolve broke, sobs racking his body, all the emotions he’d been burying over the past few weeks finally crashing on him. she pulled him closer to her, encasing his fragile body in her warmth, rubbing soothing circles on his back as he sobbed harder into the crook of her neck.

‘i’m sorry. i’m so so sorry,’ he choked out.

she let out a small ‘it’s okay,’ her hand cradling the back of his head, pressing small kisses against his locks. ‘everything is okay, sweetheart.’

chris wasn’t sure how long he sat there and cried in her arms, but only by the end of it did he truly feel the pressure on his chest disappear. after his sobs turned to sniffles, he pulled away and she took his face in her hands, her thumbs running along the expanse of his cheeks, catching the streams of tears and pushing them away. she let out a small chuckle and reached over to the coffee table to grab a few tissues and dabbed at his skin.

‘feeling better?’ she asked, and he nodded, his throat feeling a little raw. ‘good,’ she smiled, pushing his hair out of his face.

‘i…’ he croaked out before clearing his throat, ‘i’m sorry i hurt you, y/n. i didn’t– i didn’t mean to. i was– felix told me how he felt and i– i didn’t know how to–‘ he wished he had the words to explain how he felt. how much he’d fought with himself.

‘i know,’ she whispered, her thumb caressing his cheek. ‘i talked to him.’

chris nodded. ‘i know you did but– i just– i’m so sorry i was mean to you,’

she let out a small chuckle. ‘chris you weren’t mean to me. you told me you saw me as a friend and hoped we could stay that way. what part of that was mean?’

‘because it was a lie. and i knew it hurt you,’ his mumbled, his gaze tearing away, but her fingers on his face coaxed his eyes to turn back to hers.

‘it’s okay. i get it. felix is your best friend. it's not easy to just... go ahead and tell his ex you have feelings for her. not even if that ex was your friend first. and if you don’t feel comfortable being with me because i used to date him, i’ll understand. i’ve known you long enough to know you mean well, yeah?’

‘no i– i-i… i don’t… want to… not be with you.’

his brain cringed at his choice of words but he couldn’t care. his tongue darted out to wet his lips and he swallowed audibly before continuing.

‘i love you, y/n. and i want to love you. i want to be with you. i can’t pretend to just want to be your friend any longer.’

‘yeah?’ she smiled, and he nodded enthusiastically, making her laugh.

chris laughed along for a beat before his smile dropped again. reaching up, he grabbed her wrists, cradling them in his palms. ‘i’m sorry for not responding to your calls or texts these past few days. i was a mess and i know that’s no excuse but– my head really was too scrambled up.’

‘it’s okay. i understand.’

he brought her right hand up to his lips and pressed a kiss against her wrist. ‘it won’t happen again.’

‘it better not,’ she chuckled and pinched his cheek, eliciting a breathy laugh from his lips, his puffy eyes turning into small crescents, dimples forming at the corners of his lips.

for a moment the two of them just looked at each other and smiled, basking in the other’s presence. then, as if a switch flipped, their smiles morphed into dazed expressions, eyes flickering down to each other’s lips. chris felt tempted to lean closer but didn’t dare move. for some reason, he still felt scared.

and perhaps y/n sensed his hesitation as she moved a little closer, her lips merely inches away from his, and glanced up into his eyes as if asking for permission. he could feel her warm breath fan over his lips and let out a small, shaky breath of his own. moving closer, he closed the gap between them, allowing his desires to take over, shutting off his brain and all the anxiety that came with it.

he’d always wondered what it would be like to kiss her. to feel her so close. and no matter how many times he’d dreamt of this moment, nothing could have prepared him from the overwhelming flow of emotion in his chest. his hands moved on their own accord—one snaking right above her waist, while the other trailed up her back to cradle her head as he pressed his lips a little harder against her.

she pulled away to take a breath, just for a moment, before he pulled her back in. she smiled into the kiss, and so did he, her hands moved to his chest, head tilting slightly to deepen the kiss.

they stayed like that for a while, lips moving in tandem before y/n abruptly broke the kiss.

‘hold on, hold on, hold on,’ she mumbled as she pushed at his shoulders.

‘why,’ he whined, making her let out a little giggle.

‘the pastries, idiot. they’re gonna burn. i have to go turn off the oven.’

‘let them burn,’ he murmured, moving to chase her lips as she tried to stand up, and she laughed even harder, smacking his arm lightly.

‘hey i worked hard on them! it’ll just be a few minutes.’

true to her words, it really did just take her a few minutes. but in those few minutes, chris had leaned back against the cushions, his eyes starting to get droopy. he tossed her a tired smile when she plopped next to him and she chuckled.

‘you look exhausted.’

‘hm? no i’m fine,’ he whispered, moving forward to peck the corner of her lips.

‘no… you’re not,’ she pushed him back and tapped the tip of his nose before standing up and moving to the edge of the sofa. patting her lap, she urged him to rest his head on top.

chris obliged immediately, his legs curling up on the sofa as he felt his aching muscles slowly relax. he could feel her running her fingers through his hair and as if it was magic, his eyes could barely stay open. for the first time in a long time, he truly felt at ease.

his breathing steadied as the dull ache in his head lulled him to sleep. and right before he drifted off, he felt a soft kiss on his temple, and an even softer whisper.

‘i love you sweetheart. i’m so grateful you’re a part of my life.’

chris was too tired to respond, so he simply hummed and nuzzled into her lap, hoping she’d understand that he was grateful too, and that she truly was the best thing that had ever happened to him. he loved her now, he loved her then, and he'd love her always.

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hello love I'm back again with this. imagine taking care of a tired, drained channie just getting back from a performance. straddling his lap and massaging his chest like that innocently, after awhile he starts getting needy and whining though so you end up gently riding him while he's just in bliss 😵‍💫 tired but needy chan lives in my head rent free 24/7

the way the video is almost two minutes long AND sped up my head hurts-

also chan is slightly subby, hope you’re all on board with that

SMUT - MINORS DNI

it’s both sweet and sad, the way he crashed into the corner of the sectional after he gets home. his arms lay limp beside him, head rolled back and watching the ceiling fan as he tries to calm his body. god, he’s fucking exhausted - his whole body feels like jelly, legs shaking even when he’s sitting. chan is concerned about when he has to get because he’s not sure if he can.

you were in the kitchen when you heard chan stumbling in, the couch scraping the hardwood from the force at which he plopped onto it. a text to let you know how physically drained he was had sent you into caretaker mode. you filled up two large bottles, knowing how quickly he chugs them when tired, grabbed some of his favorite snacks for energy, and filled a shot glass full of pickle juice in case he was cramping.

on second thought, maybe you should take the whole jar.

placing the goodies on the coffee table, you climbed into his lap and held a water bottle to his mouth.

“drink, come on.”

groaning, chan sipped from the water bottle. sips became glugs quickly, the water gone within the blink of an eye.

see, this is why you brought two.

he didn’t chug the second one, only taking a few sips before weakly asking you to move the bottle away. he lifted his head up, the worn out expression on his face making your heartache.

“thanks.”

you hummed, hands cupping his face. he nuzzled into your touch, eyes fluttering shut as he moaned softly. it was easy to forget his troubles around you - you made everything so much better. “is there anything i can do?”

“my chest.” he mumbled, mouth pressing kisses to your palms. “we did a lot of upper body today, and it just aches.”

“want me to rub it?”

his eyes opened slowly, sparkly doe eyes staring at you as he stuck his bottom lip out in a pout. “please?”

hands slowly traveled down to his chest, the heel of your palm immediately digging into the muscle. judging from the way chan threw his head back and lowly moaned, your hands were already doing the trick. your movements were slow, focusing on every area of his pecs in great detail. you wouldn’t move on until you felt the muscle relax, skin growing softer as the built up broke down.

the problem was, the more you rubbed him, the needier he got. at some point, chan wasn’t really sure when, his moans turned from relief to pleasure. your touch was magic; soothing, yet sinful, making it so much harder to stay still.

when you went to adjust the way you were seated, clothed center brushing against his newly raging boner making his moans louder, you couldn’t help but smile smugly to yourself.

“how do you feel, channie?” your voice was light, teasing tones laced through it. “am i making you feel better?”

it was so precious, the way his shaky hands fell to your hips, pulling you to dry hump his length. “wanna be inside you. can i? please?”

you removed your bottoms, pulling his sweats down just enough to release his cock. one hand grabbed the base of it, pumping up and down while the other tilted his chin in your direction. when your lips found his, you pushed down on his cock, slowly dropping until he filled you completely. there was no muffling his moans - every sounds he made echoed through the quiet living room.

“god, you fill me up so good, chan.” you whisper, kisses moving to his cheeks and jaw. “could sit on your hard cock all day.”

and, unsurprisingly, your dirty talk made everything both better and worse from him, incoherent words tumbling mixing with his moans as he tried to buck up into you.

“my needy, needy baby.” your words gave him goosebumps. “stay still and let me take care of you. maybe after you can fill me up, if you’re a good boy.”

and oh, the way he nods, soft lips parting as he promises to be the best boy for you.

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↳ pairing: chan x fem!reader ↳ word count: 2.9k ↳ genre: smut, some fluff ↳ summary: after a failed sex attempt, chan starts avoiding you ↳ warnings: smut (unprotected sex, cockwarming, creampie) ↳ masterlist ♡ updates ♡ read on AO3

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After the time his dick decides to stop working around you, Chan starts avoiding you. The whole situation is embarrassing and just makes him cringe and cower in shame, so he doesn't want to see you for the time being, which is a shame.

He fucked it up himself, though, by going over to yours at 2 am, after a long, exhausting day at work. In fact, the whole week had been like that, and Chan snapped that day, deciding to finish work “early” and go see you, get some of the stress out, and let someone take care of him.

And, fuck, do you know how to do that!

You haven't been seeing each other for that long, but every time you do, it turns into a four-hour thing minimum. First sex, to get it all out of your system. Actually, it’s mostly Chan who needs to get stress and anger and frustrations out of his system by fucking you, but you don’t seem to mind. He’s never mean or rough on you—he just goes hard for a long time, until he can’t even think anymore.

Then, you go for some cuddling, which feels just perfect after bad days. And then, you talk if you're not too tired, and you always listen to Chan rant about the stuff that worries him. He does the same for you, so it all seems like a fair exchange, the perfect balance. You have a good thing going on, one that always makes him feel better.

That was what he was expecting that night, but he was too tired, too worried to relax—his mind wasn't in it. Instead of skipping sex like he should have, he fingered you until you came, and then touched you some more, kissed your neck, wanted to make you feel good, feel desperate enough to beg.

When you did beg for more, Chan wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock and led it to your entrance, feeling it soften a bit. After a smack or two against your slit, it went so soft he couldn't even push it inside of you anymore in the hopes that your warmth will help him get his erection back.

Instead of being a normal person about this completely normal thing that happens to everyone, Chan pushed himself off you, muttered a quick and embarrassed apology, and started picking up his clothes. He left your apartment with his shirt in hand and tears pricking his eyes, just trying to get away from himself, too mortified to think straight, not even thinking about what you were feeling. Shame washed over him instantly, and his pride took the biggest hit. He couldn’t even fuck right.

Chan hasn't contacted you since, feeling like an absolute idiot for treating you that way, the worst possible choice of partner for someone as kind and understanding as yourself. It's been a week, ten days maybe since then, and his worries have only gotten worse, work pushing his last buttons. Chan is so tired he doesn't even jerk off, which might be why he's even more stressed than usual, jittery even. When he tries, his mind just goes straight back to you and that night, which makes it all worse.

His friends tell him he should go home early and get a good night's rest, probably because of the dark circles under his eyes. Others tell him to go get laid because he's annoying with all the snapping at people for almost no reason. He thinks they're all right, but he can't do either.

And then, you text him, offering him an easy way out—or in this case, back in.

You: hey, chan... do you still want to hang out, or was that it?

He's mortified, to say the least, that you think he no longer wants to be with you after the fiasco at your place. None of it is your fault nor has changed the way Chan feels about you—it has just affected his already waning self-esteem.

Deciding not to be a coward this time, he calls you.

As soon as you pick up, Chan utters an apology. “Before you say anything, I am sorry. I've just been dealing with... Stuff. I mean, I haven't even been dealing with it, just burying my head in the sand and hoping it will all pass on its own. It's not an excuse for not seeing you or talking to you, so I am sorry. I'd hang out with you every day if I could. I don’t want that to be it. I mean, I don’t want to stop seeing you.”

You hum knowingly, as understanding as always. “It's alright, I figured you were overwhelmed. I'm worried about you...”

He feels the same way but won't agree, not wanting to concern you even more. Chan knows you worry about him, that you care for him, even if just a little bit. “I... That's sweet of you, but don't worry, I'm fine.”

“And when was the last time you ate? Had something to drink? Took a break from the screen?” you ask the questions slowly, waiting for a response after each one. The answer to the first two is this morning and the third... Probably never. “Do something nice for yourself, okay, Chan? We can see each other whenever you feel like it, I'm not going anywhere. In the meantime, just do one thing for yourself a day. Get meat from that place near your apartment or get some ice cream or go to watch cherry blossoms after work instead of staying at work for another five hours.”

You're absolutely right. It's five pm, and he's already feeling tired, but Chan planned to stay until midnight when the place is empty and he can be on his own and think and work. It's not a good plan, he’s aware. So, he asks, “What are you doing tonight?”

After a long shower and some rest, Chan goes to your place for the first time in days. He is bringing you your favorite sweets and a rose to make up for being an idiot, hoping that will help you not think of him as a fool He doesn’t know what you two are, seeing as you’ve never discussed whether this is a relationship, but he’s sure you’re more than just sex to each other.

As always, his worries dissipate when you open the door for him and let him in, pulling him in closer for a long hug. Chan needs it, a lot more than he was aware. At first, he wants you to move away so he can apologize and give you the sweets and the flower and kiss you, but when he feels you squeeze him tighter like you need the hug too, he wraps his arms around your torso and pulls you in closer, resting his chin in the crook of your neck and sighing with content. “I’ve missed you,” he confesses effortlessly, as always around you.

“I’ve missed you too, Chan,” you instantly say it right back, rubbing his back with your warm hands, causing warmth to rush through his body. “So much.”

“And that’s all my fault,” he admits, feeling terrible for letting so much time pass between your last date, if it can even be called that. “I’m so—”

“No, no more apologies, okay?” you whisper, giving his body a light squeeze again before pulling away and pecking his cheek. “You’re here now, and we’re going to enjoy it.”

And you do.

You lead Chan to your bedroom, put on a movie, and get under the covers with him. Your head rests on his chest, body curled up into a ball next to him as his hand grazes your back and head gently, enjoying your presence. Your palm rubs his chest gently, in slow circles, as if you’re trying to get him to relax. You succeed—ten minutes in, there are no thoughts in his head except you, your touch, your quiet breathing, your cute low chuckles when someone on screen says something funny, the warm kisses you press into his clothed chest here and there.

The familiarity of it all calms him down, makes him forget that he’s stressed, that he has things to do for work, and that things aren’t going the way they were supposed to. When you’re all cuddled up together like this, none of it matters. Chan will worry about it tomorrow.

“Do you want to finish the movie?” he asks out of the blue, the need to have you taking over him. It’s not even the type of need he usually feels—desperately horny, balls aching for release, wanting to fuck you hard and long, have you screaming for him. No, Chan wants to be in you and go slow, just that.

“Have something better in mind?” you ask, looking up at his face with a smile.

Five minutes later, you’re sitting on his dick, naked chest pressed into his, hands wrapped around him. Chan is sitting in bed with his back against the headboard, arms wrapped around you as he places soft kisses all over your shoulder, slowly moving up to your neck before reaching your mouth again. “Feel so good... Around me, on me.”

You hum softly, eyes half-closed, body buzzing with pleasure you feel from him being in you. That’s all you’ve been doing for minutes—just sitting on him, feeling him inside of you while you kiss each other gently. “You too, Chan. We should do this more often.”

“We can do it whenever you want,” he responds softly, mouth kissing your forehead, hands rubbing your back before they move down to give your ass a squeeze. That makes you clench around him, moving your hips forward. “Ahh... If you keep doing that, I’ll have to move.”

“Maybe I want that,” you tease him with a chuckle, lifting your head to kiss him, connecting his lips with yours, tongue prodding between them so you can taste him. “I’ve missed that too.”

“So have I,” Chan agrees, grabbing your hips so he can hold them in place while he starts moving gently, up and down, cock rubbing against your walls. “Couldn’t even get off without you.”

It’s a fucked up compliment, but it makes you giggle and bite down on your lip. “You’re too stressed, handsome...” You kick your head back with a grunt, even though your chests are still touching, and continue straining to get the words out. “It’s starting to affect you. Have to take care of yourself more. You ju-just work and work... Do more of what feels good. Do it every day.”

“This feels good,” he responds with a particularly deep thrust, one that makes you whimper just the way he likes it, eyes instantly watering. Whenever Chan sees you react that way to him, to his touch, to his cock in you, his heart flutters, and he gets an overwhelming need to pleasure you, to have come for him, hold you close. “Can I come do you every day?”

It’s an invitation he’s extending to himself, but maybe Chan would start clocking out a lot earlier if he knew he could come over and be with you. He’d definitely enjoy it. You chuckle at his question and start moving your hips and match his movements—when he pushes them forward, you meet him halfway, pulling away when he does. It’s not a lot of friction, especially since you’re sitting on top of him, but it’s perfect for the lazy sex you’re having, perfect for the times when Chan wants to look at you, caress you, kiss you while he’s in you.

“You can come over whenever you feel like it,” you respond before pecking him again. “Don’t even have to fuck.”

Your eagerness makes him smile, hands moving to your sides as he fucks into you from below slowly. “Sure you want to put up with a grumpy guy who’s just got off work?”

“Aren’t you always like that?” you breathe the question out and start laughing from your belly, which causes your walls to clench and release, clench and release, making Chan grunt loudly, closing his eyes for a second. God, he wants to ruin you. “I’m sure. A couple of kisses and some cuddling, and you’re back to being your old self.”

That’s very true. Instead of saying what’s on his mind, Chan pulls you in so he can kiss you and start fucking you a bit faster, hand sliding down your stomach to your clit, which he starts rubbing instantly. “Just want to make you feel good...”

“You are,” you reassure him in between soft kisses that leave him feeling dizzy. You’re lifting your hips and helping him fuck you better, which practically gets him drooling as he looks into your eyes—so pretty and eager, just for him. The warmth and weight of your body on his have him in a different kind of state, his entire body is buzzing, satisfaction rippling through him in waves every time your skin brushes against his.

“Like all the time,” he quickly elaborates before groaning, needing to get you off before he shoots inside of you. He really does want to be with you all the time, even if he sucks at showing that.

“You can,” you agree once more and his heart somersaults inside his chest at the warm look you give him. Maybe you do care for him as much as he does you, maybe he helps you destress and gives you all these warm fuzzy feelings, maybe you want him here too. “Right there, Chan, keep going...”

With a little encouragement from you and a lot of hisses and groans later, Chan gets you to come around him, pussy fluttering and trapping his cock inside of you, which is exactly where he wants to be. “Can’t last long,” he mumbles, pulling you into his chest, nuzzling his head into your hair from the side, arms wrapped around your body. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.”

“I’m right here,” you reassure him, returning his desperate hug. “Let go, Chan, let me feel you come...”

He comes no more than a couple of seconds after you ask it of him, ropes of thick cum painting you white from the inside as Chan finally finds his release. When his body gets that out of the way, he shimmies down the bed until he can rest his head on the pillow and hug you, your body still on his. You hum contently, letting your head rest on his chest, letting Chan caress you and kiss your forehead.

“No apologies, I know, but I really want to say sorry,” he talks with his lips practically pressed to your skin, keeping you close. “I just felt like a fuck up all around, that was just the icing on the cake. I should have just called you.”

“It’s fine,” you tell him as you lift your head and face him. Now he has nowhere to run, so Chan looks at you, enjoying the way the fairy light reflections play in your irises. “I figured you were going through stuff... Just didn’t know if it had something to do with me or not.”

“No, no, I’m very, very happy with you,” Chan tells you without even thinking about what he’s implying. He doesn’t want to come off as too clingy or obsessed, but he’s realized your presence always helps him relax and stay calm, which is something he desperately needs.

You catch onto it and ask, “With me?”

“With this thing, whatever it is,” he mumbles, gulping at the end of it. You reach in and caress both sides of his face gently. “I’m lucky to have it even though I’ve acted dumb the last time I was here. It was work and everything going on there.”

“I know,” you hum, and Chan knows you understand, even if you shouldn’t, even if you should be angry at him for walking out in the middle of sex. “And you can come over here even if you’re not in the mood for sex, you know?”

Chan doesn’t want to sound so hopeful like that’s all he’s been waiting for, but it comes out that way. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. You don’t have to home if you... can’t or don’t want to have sex. We do more than have sex, anyway, so we can skip it when we don’t feel like it.”

“Like a couple?” he suggests, hearing his voice shake a bit even though it’s just three simple words. Your eyes don’t move from his, a smile spreading across your lips.

“If you want us to be that, I’d love it,” you say earnestly, giving him a big smile. “Now let me go clean up, and then we can cuddle and finish the movie.”

Ten minutes later, Chan almost falls asleep in your bed, curled up and surrounded by your smell—the mix of your natural scent, the shampoo you use, the perfume he always feels on your neck... It’s comforting and familiar, and it helps him drift away. He feels you get in bed with him and hug him from behind like the big spoon, planting soft kisses to the back of his neck, arm thrown over his waist, gently caressing his torso. The comfort your touch brings him lets him know it will be fine—he’ll be fine.

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✘ ▬ Précis: You used to be best friends with Sunghoon back in high school but that all changed the moment he had gotten popular. A new year of college has started and you got invited to the first frat party on campus. A night of truth of dare landed you alone with him in his bedroom giving you both the chance to rekindle a lost love and friendship.

✘ ▬ Pairing: fratboy!Sunghoon x fem!Reader

✘ ▬ Genre: Smut, Fluff.

✘ ▬ Rating: R.

✘ ▬ AU: College, Fraternity.

✘ ▬ Warnings: Protected sex, fingering, love confession, aftercare, instances of begging, and dirty talking, appearances from heeseung, jay and jake.

✘ ▬ Word Count: 3,072.

✘ ▬ Writers Note: All likes, reblogs (please reblog it means a lot), and comments are welcomed and appreciated. As a writer, it feels good to know that someone actually enjoys your writing.

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You and your roommates had just arrived at the most popular fraternity on campus. Guys and girls lined the lawn, music blasting, drinks being thrown. It had only started two hours ago and it already looked like a turn out that would be talked about for the rest of the school year.

A part of you should have stayed back at your dorm and get a head start on your assignments but you were sort of tired of being the odd one out when it came down to actually having fun. Breaching the threshold of the frat you were instantly hit with this thick aroma of beer, sex and sweat.

You were instantly dragged onto the dance floor, reluctant at first but fun, you were here to have some fun. A smile started to form on your lips, drinks were passed around and you quickly melted into the dance scene. Your hips swayed as you moved about the living room floor. Sharing laughs with your friends when he finally decided to show his face.

Sunghoon. The most handsome guy on campus that you used to consider a friend but the moment he had gotten popular it was like you and everyone else that were deemed to be “losers” had faded into the background. You shouldn’t be staring but you couldn’t bring yourself to look away. You nursed the cup of beer in your hand, eyes boring into the back of his head and the moment he turned around it was like you instantly grew still.

Your eyes met, this twinge of devilish ness in his eyes a smirk adorned those perfect pink lips of his. He shot a playful wink in your direction before turning back to his friends. You blinked, not truly believing that he actually acknowledged you in some way. You looked down for a moment and smiled before the music came to a stop. Heeseung, the president of the frat, stood up on the table and shouted.”Truth or Dare is about to go down in the backyard, if you aren’t a scared loser come on out and join us for some real fun!”

Everyone screamed and shouted in waves of excitement, your friends nudging you with their elbows.``You should definitely go play. You've been speaking about wanting to do different things since the summertime and now is your chance, maybe even Sunghoon will play. You can’t ever stop talking about him.” They all laughed and whistled as that noticeable look of embarrassment had appeared on your face.

It wasn’t true you didn’t talk about him all the time, well, maybe you did they were right. On any other given day you would never work up the nerve to even be in the same room with him but you missed your friend more so you had loved him and you still did. You sucked in a deep breath before making your way through the crowd and out into the backyard. Heeseung and Sunghoon were in the circle with a few other familiar faces from the frat Jay and Jake, making jokes before you finally sat down across from them.

This was it, you weren’t going to be a coward you had to see this night through. You listened attentively as the rules were explained, the other girls beside you were giggling like idiots as they spoke about how hot the guys were. A ping of jealousy stinging you at the mention of Sunghoon, they sat there and nearly drooled over him. Disgusting.

Jake started off the game, round by round the truths and dares had reached a new level of extreme. From taking shots to jumping off the balcony into the pool you were happy that you seemed to skate by without having to do anything risky. That was until it was Sunghoon’s turn to move forward and spin the bottle. It seemed like every guy and girl was secretly wishing that it landed on them but the moment the bottle stopped you couldn’t believe that it actually landed on you.

All eyes were instantly on you, some were laughing, whistling and while others were huffing and rolling their eyes making their disdain of you being chosen extremely obvious. Heeseung rubbed his hands together and smiled as he looked between you and Sunghoon, before he asked that very question you already dreaded having to answer.”So, y/n, truth or dare?”

Truth or Dare. Truth or Dare? You could be a coward and pick truth and get some boring question and get on with the game but then you wouldn’t get the chance to speak to him and him alone. You looked over your shoulder at your friends, they gave you encouraging smiles as a chant broke out around you.”Truth or Dare. Truth or Dare. Truth or Dare. Truth or Dare.” You sucked in a deep breath before answering.”Dare, I choose dare.”

All of the frat boys exchanged knowing looks as if they knew something that you didn’t. Heeseung stood behind Sunghoon who oddly looked just as nervous as you did. He gave you a small smile, as you both waited for your fates to be sealed.”I dare you to go up to Sunghoon’s room with him, don't come out until we come and get you.”

You nervously played with your thumbs as you smiled, dropping your head down before slowly getting up onto your feet. You let go of that breath you forgot you were holding as Sunghoon had done the same. He took a step forward in your direction, still he didn’t say a word he just held out his hand for you to take. You bit your lip lightly before placing your hand into the palm of his own.

The loud cheering and a few glances of eye rolling was enough to make you want to sink into the floor but thankfully Sunghoon had caught sight of that. His thumb ran over your own in a sign of comfort as he led you up the stairs to his room. Surprisingly, it was neater than your own room back at the dorm. The moment the door clicked closed you both stood there before he had finally cut that tension.

“We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to do. We can just sit and talk, or whatever.” Sunghoon laughed nervously, his hand raising to rub the back of his neck. And for a split second he was that guy that you had once been friends with all that time ago. You gave him a smile before looking around his room, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.”It took for a game of truth or dare for you to bother talking to me.”

Sunghoon cleared his throat and nodded. He took a step closer, dropping down onto his knees in front of you.”It’s not that I didn't want to talk to you, y/n. I was ashamed of how much time that I let pass that I just really didn’t know what to say to you. I know us growing apart was my fault and I just thought you were better off without me interrupting your world.” He moved his hands to rest on top of your knees, eyes peering up into your own.

There was that look, he was so beautiful, so handsome, just so fucking perfect that you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him anymore. Communication goes both ways and you had the same opportunities to approach him but you never did. You placed your hands over his own, smiling as you leaned forward and pressed a kiss onto his cheek.”It’s my fault too, I honestly thought you hated me or that you found out how much I liked you.”

You did like him, and you still do. And, it was the first time in a while that you could actually admit it out loud to anyone. Sunghoon’s brows raised as he took a moment to process your ‘confession’ he would have spoken sooner but between the unexpected kiss to his cheek and those words he had wished he heard years ago he was stumped. He merely leaned forward, closing the gap between you two as his soft lips met your own.

The invisible strings around your heart tugging as you melted into the kiss. Your hands raised to cup either side of his face, sighing lightly before he pulled away. An instant smirk spreads across his lips.”I’ve always liked you too but as you can see I’m terrible at confrontations especially when it comes to my feelings. If you’ll allow it I’d love for us to start over? Give a big dope like me a chance to make up for lost time.”

At that you laughed because it all felt so surreal. Who knew what would have happened if you two just broke the ice when you were both still friends. You nodded your head slowly, pecking his lips lightly as you whispered.”Yes, I'd love to.” The synergy in the room had shifted at the announcement of a shared infatuation and desire for one another. The moment his lips met yours once more it solidified all the feelings you two had harbored.

His big, strong hands moved up to rest upon your waist, fingers running along the skin of your stomach, the presence of the cold metal from his rings making you gasp. This is what you had always wanted to be with him in every way possible. Your fingers ran through his soft black locks, gently tugging at the root. It earned you a groan that followed with a quick movement of pushing you gently onto your back. His large frame climbs up to hover over you, eyes scaling your face before his hands find the bottom of your shirt.”Is this okay?”

Yes. It was because you had waited for this for what felt like forever. You smiled as you moved his hands out of the way, your back lifting slightly as you pulled your shirt up and over your head, discarding it on the floor. It made you giggle because he immediately did the same. You both stared at one another, taking each other in. Hands moving along bare flesh, finger tips running over the perfectly crafted set of abs.

He captured your lips in another kiss, more passionate than the one previously. He moved his hands over the button of your jeans, popping them as the sound of the zipper descending cut through the air of the room. He pushed the fabric down over your hips, until they had reached your ankles. They added to the pile on the floor and before you both knew it all that was left was the boxer briefs that fit snug on his hips.

His head dropped down as he trailed kisses along your chest, fingers gliding over your puffy wet lips. He dipped two digits in between your folds, teasingly circling one over your clit. Soft moans sounded out as your hips eagerly rolled against his own. Each second that passed by the urge for him to ruin you had increased.”P-please, more.” Was all you managed to get out before he pulled back to rest on his knees.

He smirked and shook his head as fingers probed at your entrance.”Sh, I have to open you up first. I don’t want to hurt you.” That thought of being stretched open without any preparation had instantly spun through your mind. You gave him a playful pout before nodding your head, your mouth falling open as he slowly plunged his thick, long fingers inside of you. The stretch was delicious and fuck, if you weren’t so keen of relishing this moment you would have told him to go faster.

His eyes were dark, glazed over with lust as he watched you shake underneath him. Every moan that fell from your pretty lips made his cock twitch and throb. The first finger was easy, the second was great, but the third and fourth sent you into a world of bliss as he fucked you open. He worked you up to so high where you felt like you were almost ready to jump off that imaginary cliff before he pulled his fingers from your core. You were fully prepared to complain but watching him suck your juices from his fingers had shut you up.

“You are so beautiful, I didn’t expect to ever have you in my bed but now that I do. I will honor every moment you allow me to spend with you.” Sunghoon gave you a genuine smile as he leaned over the side of the bed to reach into his drawer, he pulled out a condom before settling back into between your legs. He dropped the large golden package onto your stomach. You gulped as you watched him with anticipation, your pussy clenching around nothing as you waited to see what hid behind his boxers.

He maintained eye contact with you as he slowly tugged the black fabric down his hips, his thick, veiny cock sprung forward, tip red and angry as it desperately sought its release. You gasped at the sight in front of you, that cocky smirk of his returning as he cocked his head to the side.”You okay?” He chuckled as he picked up the condom, tearing it open expertly with his teeth. All you could do is nod you were speechless. He moved his hand to fist his cock, stroking it slowly before he placed the condom over the tip.

His face contorted slightly as he rolled the rubber down over his thick flesh until it reached the base. He gently moved forward to position himself in between your legs. Your teeth were biting so hard in your lip, blood was almost drawn. You wanted this, you wanted him so fucking much and now you could finally have him. He slapped his cock against your lips, teasingly gliding it in between your folds as it gathered up your juices.

Sunghoon dropped down so you were both leveled at the eyes, he stared deep into your soul as he guided the tip down to your entrance. He whispered words of comfort as he slowly pushed in, you both gasped at the invasion. Him cursing over how tight and wet you were and you whining about how big and thick he was. You moved your shaky hands to rest on the small of his back as he slowly worked up a steady pace.

The smooth glide of his cock against your walls had your toes curling, unable to control how loud you managed to moan. His lips dragged along your neck and chest, leaving bites and marks behind in a trail. He grounded himself as he slid in deeper, each thrust got rougher and the shared sounds of moans and groans hit off every wall of his room. He fucked you so hard that every thrust had punched air out of you.

His nails dug into your hips, sweat forming at his brows as his hair stuck to his forehead. He looked even more ethereal than he had before. He loved nothing more than watching you moan and scream, and the moment he found that spot it was like you went completely numb. His fingers ran over your clit as he pounded into your core, the head of his cock repeatedly jabbing against your cervix. You whined, you screamed, your legs shook, back arched as your walls clamped down around him.

He knew you were close and wanted to watch as you came on his cock. All it took was one last thrust before you exploded.”Sunghoon, f-fuck!” You screamed out as you roughly came, eyes rolling as your nails clawed at his back. A soft chuckle escaped him as he kissed your cheek, nose, and forehead.”You did so good for me.” He whispered lowly, a weak smile spreading across your lips as that feeling of bliss washed over you.

His arms wrapped tightly around your frame as he held you against his chest. Even though your climax passed he was still chasing his own. His moans and groans were so melodic and pretty, the sound of your skin smacking against one another grew more erratic as his hips snapped forward. Every thrust was rough and consistent until they started to waiver. His head fell down to rest against your chest as his cum filled the condom.

You both laid there in a shared silence, trying to catch your breath. You smiled warmly as you patted his head, fingers running along his scalp before he slowly pulled out and laid beside you.”Wow.” Was all he could manage as he pulled off the condom, he tied it off and tossed it into the trash can. You looked over at him, watching as his long arms reached for a pack of wipes. He had muttered words of showering later but for now you happily laid there as he wiped you clean.

That moment you shared with him was so perfect that you didn’t need to describe it.”That was amazing, I may have thought about that happening once or twice before and yet you surpassed all expectations.” You both laughed as he pulled on his boxers, tossing one of his shirts in your direction. You pulled the large blue shirt onto your frame, smiling as you slid under the covers. Not too long after he had finally joined you, pulling you into his chest as he rubbed your back.

You both were absolutely spent and moving certainly wasn’t something either of you had planned on doing until his phone had vibrated. He rolled his eyes playfully and kissed your forehead as he turned to grab his phone. You had every intention of looking away but he opened his phone and the message from Heeseung right in front of you.

📱: Heeseung “You both should thank me for getting you two to fuck, yes I was listening and thank you for the ear show.”

You looked at one another and laughed before he placed his phone back down the desk. You had finally found your way back to your favorite guy, and peacefully fell asleep in his arms. You didn’t know what the future held but you opted on spending every minute with him if you possibly could.

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