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not just friends ⟡ ljy
wc: 2879 | pair: bff!juyeon x afab!reader | genre: bffs to lovers, drunk confessions | tags: open ending, mutual pining, lovesick!juyeon, possessive!juyeon, juyeon is obsessed you with, nightclub, drinking, reader is shorter than juyeon, reader flirts and (almost) hooks up with someone else, hyunjae has the nickname ‘horny h’
summary: juyeon’s plans to interrupt your one-night-stand involves him arriving at your place completely drunk, and confessing his love for you
authors note: shout out to strong woman do bong soon for the ending. also, thank you for the love for my mingyu fic. is this what it feels like to newly debuted group that is doing well in streams?
“Juyeon buddy, we’re gonna be, like, fifty million shots behind everyone else if you don’t stop fixing your stupid hair!”
“It’s only seven,” was the taller boy’s response. He was so focused on fixing each strand of his black hair in place that he hardly paid any mind to your reflection in the mirror. “We’re supposed to be there at eight-thirty.”
“Ever heard of pre-gaming?” You muttered, stepping into his bathroom.
Tonight was Hyunjae’s birthday party, and to celebrate it, he invited the entire friend group to a new club that had just opened in Hongdae. You sighed at your best friend. If he hadn’t lived right down the block from your place, you would’ve been on your way with your other friends already.
But as you observed his face, endearingly serious and focused, you knew that deep down you didn’t mind. The butterflies that fluttered in your stomach didn’t seem to mind either. If anything, they encouraged prolonging the club so that you would spend more time alone together.
If the butterflies were real, you would’ve called an exterminator. But they weren’t. They were feelings, feelings for Juyeon which you could not manage to shove away no matter how hard you tried. It was a horrible fate that you had unintentionally forced upon yourself: Juyeon’s friend-zoned best friend.
It was torture watching people approach him whenever you were out together. You couldn’t claim him as yours. You couldn’t stop him from going on dates or looking at other people. You couldn’t delete the dating apps off of his phone. You had no say in that. He was single. You were his friend. That was it.
Sometimes you cursed the teacher who grouped you together during your first year of college. But at least through that very project, you made other friends like Changmin and Chanhee. Project meetings became lunches and dinners together as a group of four. Then you each made more friends and created a larger group. People came and went, but what remained was that after every time you spent time with your friends, you’d often go home with Juyeon.
It was a perfect coincidence that your places were a five minute walk from each other. The first time you went home together, you couldn’t believe he lived nearby and joked that he was following you around.
You grew to look forward to the end of the day as it meant spending time alone with Juyeon. The two of you spoke about your days, interests and everything inbetween. It almost felt domestic, like you were walking home to your shared apartment with your boyfriend.
Juyeon suddenly turned towards you, breaking you out of your lovesick puppy-love la-la-land.
“I can’t get my hair right, can you do it for me? Like how you did it that other time?”
With a nod, you picked up the little tub of hair wax and fixed his hair the way that you liked it, the way you did it last time. “Your hair looks just fine the way you did it though.”
He shrugs. “Feels like it looks better when you do it. Need your stamp of approval.”
Your smile cracked a smile, then focused on his hair. The two of you stood in comfortable silence. Until you felt his fingers lift your necklace from around your neck. The small pendant glittered in the light of the bathroom. It took everything in you to ignore his eyes and his touch.
“All done, looking like a movie star,” you kept your tone light. Juyeon’s touch was something you avoided because you always felt yourself craving for it in more ways than possible as platonic friends.
“When have I ever seen you without this on?” He muttered quietly, almost as if asking himself.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself now. I wear it because it’s my favorite. And it’s my favorite because it’s pretty, not because you got it for my birthday.” You couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on your cheeks. You were lying through your teeth.
“If I buy you another, will you wear that one too?” He teased.
“Shut up, can we go yet?”
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The thought of that necklace remained in Juyeon’s head that night. Despite the drinks, the people, and the pounding music, he couldn’t stop himself from searching for you and checking if the necklace was still there.
The idea that you faithfully wore it since he gave it to you had him puffing his chest with pride. You were too perfect for him. Too gorgeous with your perfect hair, and smile. Smart and witty. He hated that he couldn’t keep the way your eyes lit up to himself. A small part of him liked to pretend that you wore it because his feelings were reciprocated.
“Dude you gotta stop looking at her. What’s going on? Are y’all fighting or something? This is the eleventh time I’ve seen you look for her in two hours. I’ve been counting!” Kevin sighed exasperatedly.
“Nothing, just keeping an eye out for her. Clubs can be dangerous.”
Kevin wasn’t convinced. His lips tilted upwards into a smirk as he watched you. “She’s a big girl, and the only dangerous thing right now is you after seeing who’s approaching her right now.”
Juyeon’s head immediately turned to watch an attractive guy approach you. You eyed him appreciatively as he introduced himself.
“I’m out,” Kevin said smugly, clearly noting the change in his friend’s demeanor.
From the booth that Hyunjae booked for his birthday, the view meant that one could see everything in the club. Yet from up there, Juyeon couldn’t look at anything but you as you spoke to the stranger. The music was so loud that you had to step closer to the asshole while he had to bend down so that your heads were at the same height.
Juyeon felt silly. He spent so much time doing his hair before he gave up and asked you to do it for him. He figured that by styling it in a way that you liked, you might find him attractive. Like, wait-my-best-friend-is-kinda-hot-I-want-to-date-him attractive. So much for that working out.
Now he was watching you chat with a stranger at the bar, you slapping his arm when he made you laugh. Juyeon had people approach him while he watched you, but he politely brushed them off. He was too tired to even pretend to be interested in them since you were too busy to notice.
He wouldn’t dare to ever tell you that he loved you. You were too important to him to risk your friendship like that. He’d rather choose being close to you, than not knowing you at all.
“He’s sulking,” Jacob chuckled to Chanhee, the two of them watching their friend pretend to appear nonchalant despite his eyes flickering towards your direction.
At that point in the night, Hyunjae had finished his ‘official’ birthday boy activities. The group all gathered to sing a big happy birthday, off-tempo and off-key. The bottle girls already left a while ago, bringing their ‘Happy Birthday Horny H’ signs, and sparklers down with them. All that was left to do was to party the night away.
Eric and Sunwoo were busy buying endless rounds of shots to give to the birthday boy. Some of the others were on the dance floor, or at the bar with you. A small few had left early, either because they had a big day in the morning, or had found hook-ups for the night.
It looked like you were about to be part of the latter.
Juyeon couldn’t look at you as the stranger you spoke to whispered into your ear. He knew what he’d asked when you grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers, slowly walking him over to where the VIP section was. He watched you in his peripheral as you approached Hyunjae, who was a few drinks away from being smashed.
Hyunjae cried out your name, wrapping an arm around you and patting your head affectionately. His words were slurred and almost incomprehensible. “Thangyew fer comin’ tonighh! Best berfday evaaaa.”
Juyeon’s heart clenched at hearing your laugh. He almost jumped when you suddenly approached him with a quick tap on his arm. Juyeon almost didn’t want to bend down to hear what you were going to say, what you planned to do with that stranger of yours. “Don’t stay out too late, yeah? I’m gonna leave first.”
Juyeon’s gaze met yours, then dragged upwards behind you to look at your stranger in the distance. Juyeon looked him up and down. What did this guy have that he didn’t? Juyeon was sure he was taller than him, and he knew you liked a man with height. He almost scoffed out loud.
“Okay, call me if you need anything. Be safe.” He eyed the necklace that hung around your neck once more.
“Always am,” you winked.
Juyeon watched you join your stranger, and turned around before he could watch you leave the club. He flopped onto the sofa next to Hyunjae, and pulled out the first of many bottles of alcohol he’d drink to wash down his heartache.
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You forgot this stranger’s name. Jay? Jae? You were sure there was a second syllable in his name but forgot completely. The music had drowned it out.
In one moment, you were leaving the club with your hand in his. The next, he was leaving your apartment in an Uber you booked for him as an apology. The blue-balled guy was annoyed when you suddenly pushed him off and declared that you couldn’t do it tonight. But he understood when you explained your situation, that you thought you could use this as a distraction from your feelings for your best friend. He told you that he was doing the same. With a smile that told each other that you understand each other’s pain, you agreed to part with no hard feelings.
Something about Juyeon’s expression had made you change your mind. How his eyes dulled, and the way he looked at Jae[second syllable]… It was like an abandoned cat, left to fend for itself. You couldn’t help but feel like you were cheating on him.
As you stood in your steaming shower, you pressed your forehead to the cool tiled wall. Is this how it would be for as long as you knew Juyeon? Rejecting suitors because you felt guilty about doing anything remotely romantic or sexual with anyone who wasn’t him? You knew it wasn’t fair to yourself.
By the time the clock struck one in the morning, and you finished your shower, you decided that you would worry about your feelings for Juyeon another day. You wondered if he got home safely as you climbed in bed, and shot him a quick message asking him just that.
Two hours later a loud banging came from the front door, and your phone was buzzing incessantly from an incoming call. Fright and adrenaline pulled you right up out of bed as you answered the phone.
Your name came out in a long, dragged-out whine. It was Juyeon. “Izz your friend still ‘n there? I wan’ meet him.”
He was talking loud enough that you realized that it was him on the other side of the front door. He fist kept hitting the door. You yanked it open to the sight of a red-faced Juyeon, his black dress shirt all askew with the top buttons undone low enough that you could see the ridges of his chest. His perfectly styled hair was now flattened and covering his face. He let himself in, hilariously having enough manners to shake off his shoes as he entered. The boy made a beeline to your room, albeit whilst stumbling.
You peeked your head out into the main hallway, sending apologetic looks to anyone who was also looking out as well.
Juyeon mumbled more to himself than anyone, “Where’s he… Needuh compare heights, ‘n hand sizes and, and…”
You caught his arm as he almost fell into the door frame. “There’s no one here Juyeon. What are you doing here? Let’s go to the living room.”
He sagged onto your couch with a loud sigh. He laid along the length of it, one long leg on the sofa, and the other on the floor. If he wasn’t drunk out of his mind, the sight of him with his legs spread wide like that would’ve been tempting. You retrieved a hot towel from the bathroom to wipe the sweat and grime from the club off of him. You sat on a footstool while you got to work. His head was tilted back off the couch’s arm, his eyes shut and his mouth gaped open slightly.
Juyeon didn’t even flinch as you cleaned him the best you could. You wiped his face, neck, and chest without digging too deep under his shirt. You would have to grab his spare clothes from your closet if he was going to sleep over tonight. It seemed highly likely, judging by the state of him. “What are you doing here Ju?”
His head came up to look at you through adorably squinted eyes.
“Wahnted to see if yorrr friend can fight,” he hiccuped. “Did he like yorr necklace when you were on top? ‘Tis my necklus. Mine. Yours. Ours?”
You could not believe your ears. He’s still going on about the stupid necklace. “No one’s here, and no one has had the pleasure of seeing your precious necklace dangling while I’m riding them. Do you want it back? You seem to like it so much…”
“No! Keep i’ forevuh and evuh. I like it on you… ‘N I like yuu.” It seemed like he was starting to mumble nonsense. You shook your head to yourself. He’s drunk. He doesn’t know what he’s saying. He sighed dramatically. “Don’ evuh take it off. I love yuu. You’re so good to me. I love yuuu.”
As a friend, you told yourself.
“Water should make you sober, right?” You muttered under your breath as he kept mumbling about how much he apparently liked you. You rose to dispose of the towel, get some water, and his clothes but his hands wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back down.
Shock ran through you as you felt yourself fall onto the couch right in front of Juyeon who folded in his leg to make space for you. He leaned in so that you were at eye level and looked at you as seriously as his drunken gaze could allow.
A pointer finger was aimed at you and Juyeon started wagging it like a parent telling off a child. “Yuu. I love yuuu. Do you hear mee?”
“Loud and clear, Juyeon.”
“I’ve liked you fuh soooo looong, but you never know. Knew? I know I’m drunk bu-but you should believe me. I really like you, ‘n I would be sososo good to you.” He tapped his giant finger on your nose.
He watched your reaction with bleary eyes, almost looking as if there wasn’t a thought in his head. Juyeon head tilted to the side. He brought the pointed finger closer to your face, and caressed your cheek with the back of it. Your heart squeezed at the tender touch. His eyes almost looked sad as he focused on his finger. Sad, with every sleepy blink of his eyes. “Mmmmh, so preeeetty. Preetty girl.”
You sighed. “Okay, time for bed.”
“No, no bed. Wide awake,” he shook his head, dizzying self so much that he almost fell forward.
“Let’s talk in the morning. I need to get you some water, and your clothes so that you can change. Do you want to stay the night?” Juyeon dumbly stared at your lips as you talked. You almost laughed at the sight of him slowly leaning in, hypnotized. You placed an arm on his shoulder to keep him at a distance. “Juyeon!”
“I dun’ know.”
You giggled at the words. He blinked at you, grinning a dopey grin at your smile. The butterflies were back again. Juyeon took your hand from his shoulder and brought his lips to each knuckle, kissing gently. Your heart stuttered at his action. With both hands, he flattened your fingers across his cheek, sliding them up until the fingertips brushed his hair line and his cheek rested in your palm.
Juyeon sandwiched your hand between back of the sofa and his head, using it like a pillow. One large hand kept your hand pressed against his cheek, while another kept hold of your wrist.
You curled into a ball to get comfortable, bringing yourself closer to him. You also leaned your head against the back of the sofa to watch him blink at you until his eyes remained closed.
Earlier you told yourself you’d worry about your feelings for Juyeon another day. So for now, you allowed yourself this little moment. To pretend he was yours and to try to memorize the feeling of his hands holding yours. Because eventually, you’ll have to let go.
“Please look at me,” he softly murmured before he succumbed to sleep.
Your heart squeezed. “I’ve never looked away.”
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Taste Me On Your Fingers - Lee Juyeon
W/C: 3.6K
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.
Prompts: “I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” + “I want to taste me on your fingers.”
Warnings: Smut, explicit language, hand kink, nudism, nicknames, breast play, nipple stimulation, dirty talking, clit stimulation, fingering, finger riding, neck holding, finger sucking, cum tasting, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
You sit down on the couch after you had finished in the kitchen, you bring your feet up onto it and pull your phone out as you move the television controller out of the way, you were about to unlock your phone when your eyes landed on Juyeon’s hands as he firmly held the console controller in his hands, and you could see some veins appearing on his hand and travelling up his arm. You and Juyeon had a day off and decided to spend it together yet doing separate things, which was all going great until now, all thoughts about whatever you were about to do on your phone were out the window and forgotten about. Now you could only imagine what his hands were doing to you, gripping you, holding you, making you feel good. You shift in your position and feel your juices moving between your folds and your eyes widen slightly, there was no way you were already wet just thinking about what his hands can do to you, no way. And before you could even process what you were about to say, the words fell from your lips.
“I want to taste me on your fingers,” You say. You watch him drop the console controller to the floor at your words before turning to you with such speed, his eyes wide and his lips parted. “I…” You begin to shuffle on the couch, moving everything you had near you aside before quickly standing, only for him to grab onto your wrist and stop you.
“You want to… taste yourself on my fingers?” He slowly repeats your words back to you, you keep your gaze away from him, suddenly finding anything else a lot more interesting. “Don’t be shy now… you weren’t shy just a few moments ago,” He tugs on your arm, pulling you onto his lap, making you straddle his thighs before he spreads his legs, oh fuck, why did you have to wear such loose shorts today? He takes the phone from your hand, and you watch him put it on the table next to the couch. “You want my fingers inside you?” You slowly nod your head as you now looked directly at his face, you could see his eyes slowly darkening as a cloud of lust covers them, his hand touches your knee, and he slowly slides it upwards, leaving a burning trail behind on your skin, his touch was sending your mind into a frenzy and your senses into overdrive. “What my baby wants… my baby gets.”
“Ju…” You breathe out, but it sounded more like a whimper, you feel your skin heating up and your heart rate spiking, the way he was looking up at you with that fucking smirk on his face. His hand lifts away from your thigh and moments later it was underneath your shirt, slowly sliding up your stomach and to your chest.
“No bra?” He asks, you feel his fingers trace over the curve of your boob before they found your nipple, the light touch makes you take in a shuddering breath as you feel a tingling sensation going down your stomach. “How convenient,” He releases your wrist and takes hold of the hem of your shirt and begins pushing it upwards, you quickly move your hands to grip the hem of your shirt as well and help him with removing it. “Fuck…” His eyes slowly roam over your chest, taking you in, it wasn’t the first time he had seen you naked, but every time he did, he fell even more in love with you. “What a beautiful sight,” His forefinger was rubbing feather-light circles over your nipple, which was slowly causing your nipple to harden.
“Hmm, Ju…” You whisper, you lick your lips, and your breathing begins to become heavier as the temperature in the room becomes hotter. Juyeon leans closer, and you watch his every movement, he licks his lips before his tongue slowly makes contact with your nipple. “Fuck, Ju,” He was staring up at you with such a dark look in his eyes while his tongue was licking a slow thick stripe over your nipple. “Fuck,” The stare alone made your pussy twitch. “Juyeon, dammit,” His lips wrap around your nipple and your back lightly arches, his thumb takes over from his forefinger, and he rubs harder and faster over the bud. “Hmm, mmh,” You move your hand to the back of his head and slide your fingers through his locks before gently holding onto it. “Ju…” Your lids flutter at the sensation going through you.
You buck your hips over his thighs as you hear him sucking on your nipple and breathing hard against your skin, his other hand cups your pussy through your shorts and panties, and he slowly rubs his hand along your pussy. You reach down with your hand and cup him through his shorts, feeling a bulge slowly forming, you rub your hand along his clothed cock, copying the movements of his own hand on your pussy.
“Ju…” You breathe out, feeling out of breath already. You kept eye contact with him through everything, and you could feel your panties were completely wet by now. “Hmm…” He tugs on your nipple before releasing it, he sits back, and you take note of how wet his lips looked from sucking your nipple.
“You feel so wet,” He mutters. “I swear I can feel it through your pants,” You take in a deep breath and feel him move his hand to the side of your pants before slipping past them and pushing against your panties. “Hmm, I can feel it here especially,” He pushes your panties between your folds, making your juices push through your panties and coat his fingers. “Fuck, let’s get these off,” He pulls his hands away and both his hands quickly grip your waistband, you briefly get up from his lap and allow him to push your pants and panties down before you were back on his lap and his hand back between your legs and pushing against your pussy while his other hand rests on your thigh. “Fuck, you’re fucking soaked.”
“Hmm, it’s your fault for that,” You mutter. You feel his fingers rubbing over your folds as he spreads your juices over your pussy, he bites his bottom lip, making your walls clench at the sight.
“My fault?” He asks once he released his lip. “And how is that?” His fingers slip to the inside of your folds, and you feel them rub along your pussy, purposely avoiding your clit and slit.
“Because of your hands,” You say and wiggle your hips, hoping you could get his fingers where you ached for them the most. “If they didn’t look so good, then I wouldn’t be this wet right now, and you would have still been playing your game,” He looks down between your bodies, and you bite your lip as he does.
“Then I should thank the universe for giving me these hands to cause this then, shouldn’t I?” He asks, he pushes the tips of his fingers against your slit, making you release your lip as your mouth drops open. He looks up at you to watch your reaction as he pushes two digits into your sopping hole. “I am so thankful for these hands,” Your palm on his cock pressed down a little hard, causing a groan to fall from him.
“Ju… Juyeon,” You moan out, his fingers easily slipping into you with how wet you were. “Oh… my… fuck,” Your head falls back as your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fell shut, his fingers curl inside you when they were pushed into you fully.
“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you,” He says, making your walls clench around him. His fingers slowly uncurl before sliding out of you. “Let’s add another one,” Your hips buck as you feel a third digit slipping into you, stretching your walls around them.
“Ju-Juyeon,” You stutter out, feeling tingles going up your spine. “Oh, fuck,” He curls and uncurls his fingers inside you, you could feel a knot of tension quickly starting to form inside you. “Oh, my fucking…” Your other hand in his hair tightens its hold, and you could feel sweat running down your back.
“Baby, you’re so wet, can you hear that?” He asks, and how could you not? Your wetness was squelching loudly with each movement of his fingers inside you. “Doesn’t that sound delicious?” You lick your lips as they suddenly felt dry. “Since you said you want to taste yourself on my fingers, why don’t you ride them, and I’ll reward you by letting you clean them?”
“Juyeeeeoonnn,” You whine out before living your hips and lowering them back down on his fingers, you move your hand away from his bulge and grab onto his shoulder to help you move. “Fuck, I… Juyeon,” He watches as your tits bounce in front of him as you bounced on his fingers, getting yourself off on them.
“Fuck, baby, you look so hot riding my fingerings,” He says. “You’re being such a good girl for me,” Your walls clench around his fingers at his words of praise. Your breathing picks up, and your nails begin to dig into his shoulder through his shirt as you felt your toes curl as a warm, tingling feeling begins to rush up your legs.
“Oh, fu-fuck,” You moan, you could feel drool spilling from the corner of your lips at how good you were feeling. “I…” Your hips falter for a moment as you felt the tips of his fingers brushing against your sweet spot. “JUYEON!”
“Did that feel good, baby?” He asks. Fuck, you could just hear the smirk on his lips through his words, but you didn’t care at this moment, all you cared about was his fingerings hitting that same spot again and edging you closer to your high. “Let’s add to it,” Your back arches as his thumb makes contact with your throbbing clit.
“JUYEON!” You scream, feeling your mind slipping into the clouds while your body was slowly starting to shake with pleasure. “Oh, fuck, oh, shit, I…” You move faster over his fingers, starting to chase after your high to reach that blissful feeling. “Fuck, JUYEON!” His thumb rubs over your clit, making sure to follow the rhythm of your hips, when you came down on his fingers he pressed down harder and when you lifted the touch became lighter. “Fuck, fuck…”
“Cum for me, baby,” He says in a low tone. As you lowered onto his fingers, they press down hard against your sweet spot, causing stars to explode behind your lids and the tension inside you to snap.
“JUYEON!” You scream and pull at his hair while digging your fingers harder into his shoulder, your hips stutter as your high courses through, and you come undone around his fingers. “FUCK!” The feeling was indescribable, but you just know it felt so good and you loved experiencing it. “FUCK!” Your mind was spinning in the clouds as your body floats along.
“That’s it, baby, make a mess for you to clean up,” He says. Your hips sink on his fingers a final time before he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you to ease you through your high, his thumb staying to rub your clit. “So fucking hot of you, baby,” Your body slowly stops shaking as you come down from your high. His hand that was just resting on your thigh slowly begins sliding along your leg and over your hips before you felt it pause at your collarbone. “Look at me,” You swallow as your pussy clenches at how low his voice was. You lift your head and his hand lightly wraps around your neck, just to hold onto it. “Open your pretty mouth.”
“Ju…” You whisper and keep your lips parted, his fingers slip from you, and you suddenly felt so empty without them. He presses his fingers against your bottom lip, making you feel how wet they were before he pushed them into your mouth. Your lips immediately closer around them and you begin sucking on them, you open your eyes and make contact with his dark lust-covered ones as he stares at you, watching you intently as you suck on his fingers.
“How do you taste?” He asks. He feels your tongue running along the pads of his fingers as you tried to get everything, the way your mouth looked so stuffed with just his fingers made his mind spin as he imagined his cock stuffing it instead.
“Hmm,” You hum, and release his shoulder to grab onto his wrist and hold onto it. The sight only causes his mind to spin even further, he presses his fingers down on your tongue, causing drool to pool around them before it started to pour from the corner of your mouth and slip down your chin before dripping onto your chest.
“How fucking hot…” He mutters before slowly pulling his fingers from your mouth. “Take my cock out for me, baby,” Your hand immediately drops from his wrist and your other hand releases his hair as you move to grip onto his shorts, he pulls his hand away from your neck, allowing you to look down between your bodies. You carefully push it down before you carefully move his underwear over his bulge. “Hmm… see what you caused,” Your pussy twitches as you saw his cock, the prominent vein on the underside and the slit leaking with pre-cum.
“Fuck, Juyeon…” You whimper. You move your hands to the hem of his shirt and curl your fingers around the fabric before pushing it upwards, he lifts his arms, letting you remove it. You could see his skin glistering with sweat as you toss the shirt aside. “Wow…” You barely picked up as he moves everything that was on the couch out of the way or even pushing it onto the floor, he grips onto your waist and moments later you found yourself on your back and him hovering above you with his cock pressing between your folds, inches away from your entrance, his body moves, and you quickly realise he was getting rid of his pants and underwear.
“I need to be inside you so desperately now,” He says. You feel one of his hands slide down your thigh before he wraps your leg around his waist before his hand disappeared and seconds later you felt his cock sliding down to your entrance.
“Ohh, oh, fuck, yes, I…” You moan out, your lids fluttering at the feeling of his cock causing friction against your pussy. You lift your other leg and wrap it around his waist, hooking your ankles. He pushes his cock into your entrance before his hand pressed down into the couch next to your head. “Ohh, oh, fuck, Ju…”
“Fuck, I… uhm,” He groans as he feels your sopping walls sucking him right in. “Fuck…” His other hand finds yours, and he pushes it down above your head, his fingers interlacing with yours and squeezing your hand as he slides deeper into you. “So… good,” His words were strained as his mind spun at the feeling of your walls squeezing around him.
“Ju…” You moan, your free hand moves to the back of his head, and you slide your fingers through his hair before gripping onto them. “So… good,” You feel his hips pause once he was completely inside you, both of you breathing hard at how good it was feeling.
“Shit… so good,” He mutters, you stare into his eyes and saw his pupils were dilated and pleasure was morphed onto his face. “Fuck,” He lifts his hips, his cock siding out from you almost fully before he thrusts back into you.
“Fuck!” You moan as you feel your breath get stuck inside your throat for a moment. The sound of your juices squelching fills the air and the sound of your moans and his grunts and groans bounced off the walls, his hips were moving just fast enough to cause pleasure to course through your veins and a ball of ecstasy to build inside you again yet slow enough to drag the moment out.
“Fuck, fuck, taking me so good,” He grunts. The sound of skin hitting against skin was loud as he thrusts in and out of you, your walls were starting to pulse around him as another high was building inside you, you squeeze your eyes shut, and you could already see stars starting to appear behind your lids.
“Fuck, Ju… fuck,” You breathe out. You could feel your muscles starting to pull tighter as the blissful feeling was nearing. “More, harder,” And with your words, his hips thrust into you harder, and you could feel the ball of tension inside you becoming bigger. “Fuck, fuck, I…” You could feel tingles running up and down your spine, making you dig your heels into his lower back. “Ju…” Your hips buck up into his, and you feel his cock sliding deeper into you momentarily, your muscles twitch and the stars behind your eyes quickly turn into fireworks as the tension inside you snaps. “JU!”
“That’s it, fuck, yes,” He groans out, his hips moving faster as he feels your walls milking his cock. “Fuck…” You push your head harder against the couch as your body shakes with pleasure, your hand squeezes his, and you could feel your thighs becoming wet with how your wetness splattered against them.
“JU!” You scream. His other hand slides between your bodies and, moments late, your back arches as you feel his fingers touch your clit. “FUCK!” You hadn’t even come down from your high, and he was already causing another one to build up inside you. “JUYEEEOOOONN!” His hips were stuttering as he tried to keep up with the fast pace he had, but his mind was buzzing with pleasure and the feeling he was going to experience within moments.
“Fuck, keep milking my cock, baby,” He breathes out. Your body felt sticky and wet, and everything felt sinful as you did it in the living room, but it all felt so right and so good. Your legs shake as another orgasm rips through you, and you could feel tears spilling from the corner of your eyes.
“FUCK, SHIT, I!” You scream, unable to form a proper sentence. Your mind was empty as your body floats through the blissful feelings, his hips falter as your walls clamp down around him, and then he felt it, a heartbeat in the tip of his cock and he knew that he was close. “Juyeon, fuck, I…” His fingers rub your clit vigorously as his hips ram into yours.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck…” His voice hitches as he chants out, his back arches, and he tilts his head back as the feeling of the heartbeat explodes in the head of his cock and hot ropes of cum spill into your hole, filling you with his load. “FUCK, Y/N!” His hips slow down until they’re just rocking into yours to ease himself through his high, his fingers pause against your clit and his jaw clenches as he breathes loudly through his nose. Your body felt like it was numb to the amount of pleasure that you experienced, and your lids felt heavy as you forced them open to watch him experience his high.
“Fuck… just like that, Ju…” You whisper, your grip on his hair loosened as you slide your hand to his cheek and softly rub your thumb over his cheek. “Just like that, it feels so good,” You feel his hips come to a halt against yours, and he lowers his head before burying it in the crook of your neck to take a moment to catch his breath.
You both lay there in silence as you let the moment sink in and let everything settle down, the temperature slowly begins to drop, and the colder air begins to nip at your sweat-coated skin, the feeling of the afterglow slowly begins to settle inside you, and you felt content with him being on top of you, his warmth radiating off onto you and his scent surrounding you and filling your lungs, which immediately brought you comfort and a sense of peace.
“Did you like tasting yourself from my fingers?” He asks as he lifts his head, you nod your head as you make eye contact with him, the clouds of lust now gone and replaced with warmth.
“Hmm, I did,” You say. He slowly releases the grip he had on your hand and moves his hand that was between your bodies away and presses it into the couch.
“And how are you feeling?” He asks. “Anything you didn’t like?” You quickly shake your head. “Any pain?” You once again shake your head. “Any discomfort?”
“No to all of them,” You quickly say. “Just pleasure, and all good feelings,” He nods his head. “And you, any pain? Any discomfort?” He chuckles and leans slightly down, his nose brushing against yours.
“No to all of them,” He whispers. “All pleasure,” You tilt your head and your lips touch, your eyes shut as his lips move against yours, love pouring into you at that moment as he kisses you with passion and love. The kiss didn’t last long before you pulled back, breathing hard again. “Why don’t we go clean each other?”
“I would like that very much,” You say. He gently smiles before releasing your hand and sitting back on his knees, his cock slipping out from you and causing your mixed arousal to spill from you.
“Hmm, we definitely should,” He says before standing, he takes your hand and pulls you into a sitting position before pulling you to your feet. “I can’t wait to let you feel and see how my hands can clean you also.”
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Bet U Wanna (Lee Juyeon)
Inspired by Bet U Wanna by Sabrina Carpenter 👍
Warnings: ex 2 lovers, Juyeon is a bit toxic in the starting but he realises that later 👍, kissing, mention of alcohol, a bit of angst, fluff, happy ending hehe
Word count: 2765
|| I'd recommend listening to Bet u wanna by Sabrina Carpenter when reading 👹. It will get you in the feels lol ||
|| A special thanks to @winterchimez for helping me while I wrote this 😭. If not for Ally I would have quite literally just left it as it was because of the fact that I am not at all confident in writing these things lol. Also thanks to @o-onikix for reassuring me all the time telling me that my writing is good when I needed to hear it the most 🤧. If not for Nara I would I have left Tumblr the moment I started losing hope in myself. Love you guys a tons 💗||
🎵Told me, told me I'm your only🎵
Staring off into space, you remember when you and Juyeon sat on this very couch as he told you about his day. You reminisce back then how he said that you were the only one for him—how this whole relationship felt right, and how he was convinced that it just felt so right for him. Being absolutely head over heels for him, you obviously believed everything he said without questioning it.
Only now did you realise that all he said was just a lie. The way all of the events before this were unfolding now, this relationship did not matter to him as much as it did to you. He really must have thought that the relationship you both had was such a waste of time.
"Y/N?? Are you there?? Hello?" You flinched hard when someone pinched you on your arm. Slapping the arm away harshly, you rubbed the part where it hurt.
"What?" You asked rather harshly your friend, Olivia.
"Still thinking about him?" She asked with concern. She took your hands in hers, and rubbed them comfortingly. "Come on. Cheer up. Juyeon does not deserve your attention. You know it." She trailed off.
You looked at the corner of the classroom where Juyeon was. He was alone, and none of his friends were there. You couldn’t help but feel bad for him as you knew how much he hated being alone—he had always dreaded emptiness.
Turning your attention back to Olivia, you decided to speak up.
"But...look at him. Even he looks miserable..." You were now staring at his lone figure. He still looked like he was alright when you were probably going through the worst times of your life. And you hated that. You hated everything that involved him, yet you longed for him. How his touch always lingered on your skin, and how you missed him. Yet, you couldn’t help but also loath him with all your heart, especially with how badly he has treated you since the beginning of your relationship.
"Y/N. He has never thought twice before letting you down. You have to agree with me. He was an asshole while you were dating him. Yes, he's a great friend, but as a boyfriend, he is not. He literally misused you just to hang out and be around his useless friends. It wasn’t just a one-time thing, it was way more than that."
Honestly, you couldn’t blame Olivia for her ramblings because whatever she said was valid and backed up by all of the unhappy memories you’ve had with the man himself and how there’s no actual need for Juyeon to be in your life ever.
However, you just know that he’s the one you need the most in all aspects of your daily life.
—x—
Flashback
It was freezing cold right now as you stood outside the restaurant doors. The cool night breeze makes you shiver occasionally while waiting for Juyeon to arrive.
He was supposed to be here by 8:00 p.m., but it was 10 right now. He was two hours late. You decided to think nothing much of it and waited a little longer. Could there be an emergency? Or he got stuck with some urgent work.
You sighed as you removed your phone from your handbag and redialed Juyeon's number.
*Ring ring-*
"Hello?" A soft voice spoke out, but it was not Juyeon. It was one of his friends.
"Hi, um...could you pass the phone to Juyeon? It's an emergency..." you said in a soft voice. Walking around, you spotted a bench nearby and sat there while waiting for Juyeon to speak.
"Hello.." you heard Juyeon's muffled voice.
"Juyeon...where are you? We were supposed to meet at the restaurant at 8. It’s literally 10 right now..." you say with a gentle voice, but it is clear that you are frustrated
"Shit! Was it today? I am so sorry, Y/N I came over to my friend's house, and I don't think I can make it there in time anymore. Could we possibly reschedule our date?"
You scoffed hearing his words. "Reschedule? Juyeon... you have clearly forgotten about it. How many more times are you going to do this? I am tired of it." You did not even wait for his reply and hung up the phone.
—x—
End of flashback
As much as you were constantly reminded by all of the uneventful situations that Juyeon has always put you in, you knew that the memories and chemistry you had with him were different, something you had never experienced with anyone else before. Frankly, you were pretty satisfied with everything you’ve had with him. If only you could go back in time, you would have ensured that he would have stayed with you, in your arms.
It hurts to see him so close to you yet out of your reach. Gosh, only if your ego was not that huge, you would have just gone towards him and kissed him. His lips always made you go feral, no matter how often you kissed him. How it always comforted you when in need, and how soft his lips were all the time.
Snapping out of your thoughts, you paid attention to Olivia again. She was talking about some upcoming party happening this coming Sunday.
"I don’t think I’ll be able to make it. I am busy." You voice out your thoughts. You saw how Olivia stopped what she was doing to look at you with her eyebrow raised.
"Busy with what exactly? Are you reminiscing about your time with Juyeon? Come on, you can do better than that." She said as she nudged you on your shoulder with her pen.
"Not exactly. Hey, I am not that—" You could not even finish your sentence when you saw the look Olivia had on her face. She knew damn well that you would binge-watch your comfort shows with a tub full of ice cream and cry while thinking about Juyeon. She did not want that. She wanted you to enjoy your life again, just like how you used to. She wanted you to stop thinking about Juyeon for once, pay more attention to your personal life, and socialise more.
"Oh, come on. I’ll let you in on a little secret. Show up to the part all dressed up, hell even put on the most glamorous outfit you own, and make Juyeon jealous. If he sees you in that infamous red dress of yours, I bet he’ll most likely drop whatever he’s doing and make his way towards you and kiss you senselessly. I am convinced that he’d give up the whole world just to be able to touch you again.”
You sighed as you stared at yourself in the mirror. You did not even know why you tried so hard to get Juyeon's attention. He did not even care about you.
His world was way too different from yours. He was on the other side, far away from your reach. His kind of people surrounded him, ones who were way out of your league.
"Y/N!! Are you done!?" You heard Olivia's voice shouting for you. Taking your things, you exited your room to see her on her phone.
Upon hearing your footsteps, she looked up only to have her jaw drop as she looked at you from head to toe.
"Are you really the same person who was planning on crying today? Because...how?" Her voice sounded so genuine that you were confident enough to make Juyeon jealous just by seeing you. But at the back of your head, you asked yourself again once more.
Why are you even doing this? Are you just getting your hopes to high? What if Juyeon really does not care about you? What if he had already moved on? Unlike you, who was still stuck in the past.
"Stop daydreaming, and let's go. You're gonna have so much fun! And I cannot wait to see Juyeon's face when he sees you!" You rolled your eyes when she said that.
Entering the place where the party was held, you hated yourself as your only thought was to look for Juyeon amidst the crowd.
It didn’t take long for you to land your eyes on the person you were on so desperately looking for but what you saw made you freeze on your spot. You saw Juyeon kissing a random girl. She was pretty, and for some reason, you felt so disappointed. It's not like you both were in a relationship. You had no control over who he was with—who he was touching and kissing. Even he had no control over who you kissed or slept with. So why?
You freed yourself from Olivia's grip and immediately went towards the kitchen where all the alcohol was kept.
Picking up what you guessed was the strongest of them all, you poured yourself a glass. Looking around the room while taking slow sips of the drink, you took the whole sight in.
The room was packed, even suffocating. But that was none of your concern right now. You just wanted to kiss someone, get your mind off of Juyeon for once in the last few weeks and not think about his pretty face, which would always make your day better.
How his small gestures would always comfort you no matter what—how your heart and stomach would literally do somersaults whenever he was close to you, and even to feel a spark between you two.
Maybe it was just you who felt it.
You then noticed a figure approaching you from the corner of your eye.
"What are you doing here all alone? Where is your friend?" Sunwoo asked when he came in front of you.
You were familiar with him. He was acquainted with a couple of your friends. You never really got to talk with him one-on-one like this. Perhaps coming here tonight could make you socialise again.
"I just wanted some alone time, that's it. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with your friends?" You asked.
"What? I could not hear you! The music is too loud!" Sunwoo shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to clarify his words.
"Shouldn't you be with your friends right now!" You shouted back. Sunwoo reluctantly leaned down to hear you more clearly.
His face was so close to yours. His perfect plump lips were coming so close to yours, and how they were parted apart from each other. Your eyes travelled across his entire face, taking in his perfect nose. His big eyes were now staring into yours.
Both of you were leaning forward slowly, noses touching each other, and both of your breaths fanning against each other. You saw Juyeon staring in your direction from the corner of your eyes.
Wasting no time, you attached your lips to Sunwoo's. The kiss was slow, sensual at the very least. It was completely different from when you used to kiss Juyeon. However, you felt nothing when you kissed Sunwoo. There were no feelings. It was just two people kissing each other, and there was no spark. You did not feel yourself getting giddy like you would always do when with Juyeon.
—x—
Juyeon’s POV
I was sitting on the couch with a drink in my hand. All of my friends were gone somewhere, probably getting high or something. As I looked around, my eyes fell on a figure not so far from me.
Squinting my eyes, I came to realise that it was Y/N.
My eyes travelled all over her body. She was wearing a red dress—how it hugged her body perfectly was driving me insane, and how her hair was perfectly falling over her shoulders. Her pretty smile made her stand out from the crowd. All I ever want is to go over to her, grab her, and kiss her senselessly.
I was dying to touch her, hold her again in my arms. Without her beside me, it felt so cold and empty. I hated and regretted the way I left her in the past. I noticed how her eyes were not shining like before. They were not as bright as before—they looked dull, or rather, she looked dull. It was as if she had no life left in her anymore. It hurts to see her like this—knowing I might be the reason behind this hurts. I just wanted to go over to her and keep her in my arms where it would be warm.
When I returned to my senses, I saw that Y/N was no longer alone. She was talking with a guy. Oh, how I wish I were there instead of him. How I wish she were talking with me instead of him.
Seeing him so close to her—talking, laughing, and even touching her. My hand tightened around the drink in my hand when I saw them so close face to face. Their lips were almost touching.
I saw how Y/N crashed her lips on his—kissing him like she used to kiss me. Seeing her do that to someone else made me feel some things I shouldn’t. It's like...I did not want anyone close to her but me, but then again, I was also the reason our relationship broke off.
I immediately stood up when I saw that guy grabbing her hand. Taking big steps towards them, I pushed the guy away and dragged Y/N with me outside.
It was quiet between us. None of us spoke a word until I finally mustered up the courage to speak up.
"Who was that?"
"Just a friend." She replied softly. God, how much I missed that soft voice of hers. I stared at her with so many emotions in my eyes. I wanted to let her know that life without her beside was pointless— I wanted to tell her about how much I missed staring into those eyes while we both talked about our day and laughed at silly things.
"You don't kiss a friend." I replied, trying not to show how affected I was.
"Well, you're not the one to say that." I scoffed at her words.
"I told you! That kiss between that girl I had meant nothing."
"Juyeon, that's not the reason why I broke up with you! Why can’t you understand that!"
She then proceeds to take a step towards me. "You never thought about me when you let me down! You always expected me to act fine the next day when, in fact, I was not! I hated how you always left me like that! And then, you won't even tell me why you did all of that."
She screamed in my face. I noticed how she was starting to breathe heavily. I hugged her, hoping that would calm her down.
"You don't know how much I hate the way I left you. I hate the way I said my goodbye to you. Y/N. Every day, all I can think about is you. Your laugh and the way your eyes always shine when you see me. You don't know how much I missed you the past few weeks. I missed holding you close to me in the comforts of my apartment. I am sorry I made you feel like I did not think about you. I love you so much. I am always reminiscing about our time together. All I wish is to be a better boyfriend and a better version of myself. Can't you just...give me one last chance? I promise I won't let you down." I pulled away from our hug and stared into her eyes. I saw the way her eyes were glistening with tears. I kissed her just below her eyes and tenderly wiped away her small drop of tear.
"One last chance. Don't fuck it up, Lee Juyeon..." I gave out a big smile and smashed my lips on her. I moved my lips along with hers and how our lips perfectly moulded together, kissing in sync. Gasping for air, we both pulled away. I brushed my hand on her hair.
"I bet you missed this." She joked with a smile on her face.
"Oh baby, you don't know how much I missed this." I kissed her again. Entangling my fingers with hers in one hand, the other grabbed her chin and deepened our kiss.
🎵Bet you wanna love me now🎵
I hope it was good enough 🤧. I am still in the phase of exploring new genres and trying to expand my writing skills which don’t revolve around yandere at all.
Tagging: @deoboyznet
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Imagine juyeon being your control freak boyfriend who feels like he needs to have a control of everything you do.
So when you be a brat and don’t listen to him:
You guys were going to go out for dinner and he told you to wear a short black dress to wear which was really really pretty but you were not in the mood to wear a dress so you came out wearing a pastel colour top with a cardigan on top and ripped jeans.
Seeing what you were wearing Juyeon got pissed and told you to go and wear the dress but you did not listen to him and you both started arguing.
Getting enough of what you were doing Juyeon dragged you inside your bedroom and fucked you till you passed out of exhaustion-
Very controlling capricorn man. Smut under the cut
Spanking + cl*t play + blowjob implied
Juyeon was already thinking of you, anyway, all that pretty skin. In the little dress he'd picked out for you, your pretty lithe little thighs would be on display. He was waiting for everyone to stare, knowing they could never have you, and then coming back home to suck hickeys everywhere on every soft wielding surface while you moaned your heart out. Juyeon~
When he'd bought the dress for you, he'd been so jittery, shaking his leg as you tried it on. "Give me a twirl." It was a command, not a request. You ended up on my lap, the back of your thighs feeling up his growing erection, at the end of it. He wasn't ripping the dress off you though—it wasnt time yet.
For the dinner he wanted you to wear it again. His pretty baby, the girlfriend he would show off—it was the celebration of a friend of a friend, he wasnt really well acquainted, and you didn’t even know them. All you had to do was show up in the little black dress and then everytime his hands snaked around your torso, hands rubbing your nipples through the fabric, shrouded in candlelight shadows, all you had to do was be quiet.
"What are you wearing?" He asked, short and curt. "it’s a evening-dress thing."
You frowned. "Hey, it’s cute to dress down—don’t tell me you’re a fashion cop now."
“Not. Jeans. To a dinner,” he says.
You sighed. You knew Juyeon was expensive, high maintenance, the kind of guy you please to keep, but this was just too controlling. Hes too set in his ways; any other boyfriend would just say you look cute. You deserved that much, didn’t you?
“I think I’m wearing this,” you say decisively.
“You're doing this to piss me off, arent you?” He cupped your face in one hand, his own close to your ears. “You wanna get punished that badly?”
You open your mouth to retort that no, you really didn’t care about what he thinks all that much-but Juyeon takes your open mouth into a fierce kiss, tongue in your mouth so violently invasive.
“Ju—”
He pushed you back by the shoulders back into the bedroom, holding you bent over the bed. "you’re going to change," he says, although you both know you wouldn't. "Fine."
You thought he would just fuck you from behind, bent over the bed, but once the jeans are around your ankles, the flat palm of his giant hands meet your ass in a loud sound, and a sharp pain. You don’t scream, you moan in surprise.
That's the perfect sound, and Juyeon brings his palm to your ass again, going a few more until he goes: “we werent counting. We go from one. Until 20, understand?”
“this is why I liked that little dress better,” he says, hands and tone almost too calm. “your ass is perfect to reach in them.” You kick the last off your jeans off and away from you, almost too receptive to punishment.
Juyeon pulls your panties just so the fabric catches on your clit and you moan. "Juyeon~" that's exactly what he wanted to hear. His finger toyed with your hot little button, almost like he was tickling you, until his thumb catches exactly where it is, and rubs it. You bury your head into the mattress and moan. "Ah, don’t stop-Ah!"
Juyeon spanked you finally again, and you’re dumbfounded for a bit.
"didn’t I tell you to count? We'll go again."
The next time his hand meets your ass, you scream, "one!" And "two!" But your clit feels so needy, his thumb was just there and then it wasn't. You try to rub against the bed to get off, which annoys him endlessly.
"Stop fucking squirming," he commands. When you do it again, just trying to cuddle into the soft mattress, he pulls you back by the shoulders, making you kneel on the floor. "Obviously you aren't a very good girl, are you?"
Already wet, the sound of his leather belt sliding through the loops coming off makes your cunt drip. You just stare up at him open-mouthed. "Yeah, you were always a little blow queen, dumb slut." He sighs as he takes his cock out of his underwear, half considerate of his expensive dress-shirt that he did not want to get stained. But he didn’t really care anymore—this was the best outcome this night could have, although he wouldnt readily admit it.
"If you can’t be a good girl, you should be a good little toy," he says, patting your head. You inch closer to his crotch, where he was holding himself, giant fingers rubbing over the head. "You ready to learn?"
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When They Get Teased By The Other Members For Being Whipped ~ The Boyz Reaction
Sangyeon:
Groans came all around the studio as Sangyeon finally showed his face, apologising for being so late as he placed his bag down on the floor.
“What made you late today?” Chanhee asked as the boys all stood around, waiting for Sangyeon to sort himself out to start.
“Y/N had a flat tyre on her car, I had to drive her to work,” he informed them all, only to be left confused when several of them either rolled their eyes or tutted in reply to him.
Chanhee shook his head too back at Sangyeon, “we should have known it would be Y/N, there’s only one person you’d be late for.”
The corners of Sangyeon’s mouth slowly turned up into a smile, “I would help any of you if you got a flat tyre, and drive anyone to work if they needed a lift too.”
“No true,” Sunwoo immediately called out, “you’re whipped for Y/N, that’s why you couldn’t leave her to sort out her tyre and make her own way to work this morning.”
“And now as the leader you’ve left us all waiting to rehearse too.”
“I’m sorry, it won’t happen ever again.”
Jacob:
As the boys finished up for the day, everyone was forward planning for the night, with Younghoon having organised something for them.
“Is everyone still on for dinner at the restaurant tonight?” He asked the group, “I told the owners we’d be there for about half seven.”
“Tonight?” Jacob called out in surprise, feeling a gulp run down his throat, “I told Y/N that we’d go out tonight, when did you guys even organise this?” He quizzed, feeling all eyes on him.
Younghoon’s head shook back across at him, “we arranged tonight ages ago, are you really going to bail on us for Y/N tonight?”
Jacob nodded in reply to him, “I can’t let Y/N down again, and anyway, you guys can still have a good time without me, you don’t need me to enjoy yourselves.”
“So whipped,” Jaehyun remarked as he passed Jacob by, “there is no way that you would say no to a group meal for anyone else, you’re only doing this because it’s Y/N.”
“I would say no if I had already made plans with anyone, not just Y/N.”
“We all know that’s not true.”
Younghoon:
A pout formed on your face as you tried to reach the top of the fridge to bring the pan down, failing to catch the handle every single time.
“Help,” you frowned across at Younghoon, watching him sit at the table, enjoying the struggle that you were experiencing before him.
“Move out of the way,” he smiled as soon as he caught sight of the pout on your face, standing up from where he was sat and moving across to lift the pan that you wanted down for him.
The smile on your face turned up as he did so, “the boys always tell me that you’re whipped, and times like this prove it.”
He shot a glare to you as he handed the pan to you, “which of the boys are telling you that I’m whipped? Who do I need to speak to at the studio tomorrow?”
“All of them,” you laughed, “I’m pretty sure all of them have said to me at one point or another that they think you’re whipped for me, they say that you do everything for me.”
“Isn’t that what any person is supposed to do in a relationship?”
“Apparently not according to the boys.”
Hyunjae:
Just about everyone’s eyes went wide as you and Jaehyun walked into the party in your outfits, matching just like you had planned to.
“No way,” Sangyeon laughed as Jaehyun sneaked away from you and across to the boys, “have you come as Mario and Luigi?”
“It wasn’t my idea,” Jaehyun frowned anxiously, “Y/N got all excited when she saw these costumes online, and when I saw how happy the idea made her, I just couldn’t say no to it.”
A couple of the boys pulled out their phones to make sure that they had a picture of Jaehyun, “this is going on the wall of shame.”
Jaehyun stood there and shrugged, knowing he couldn’t get out of anything. “Personally, I think there are worse characters that we could have come as.”
“You’re at a fancy dress party dressed as Mario,” Changmin reminded him, not that Jaehyun needed it, “you could not be more whipped, agreeing to this for Y/N.”
“If you guys would’ve seen her smile, you would’ve done the same.”
“No way, we’re not as whipped as you are.”
Juyeon:
Several sniggers came as Juyeon joined the rest of the boys at the checkout, placing down the items that he needed to buy with them all.
“That’s not all for you, is it?” Youngjae teased, spotting several items in Juyeon’s basket that didn’t seem appropriate for him.
“No,” he simply stated, trying his best to seem unbothered by their jokes, “Y/N asked me to pick up a few bits for her this evening, so I said that I’d get them whilst we’re here shopping.”
The boys struggled to control their smiles stood around him, “aren’t you such a good boyfriend?” Changmin teased, nudging his side.
Juyeon nodded proudly as he placed the items onto the travelator, “it’s only the same as shopping for a friend, or any of you doing shopping for your parents.”
“Of course,” Changmin agreed, “but if any of my friends asked me to pick up what you’ve picked up there, then I’d tell them to go out and get it themselves instead.”
“Everyone needs something, whether we need it or not too.”
“You’re so smooth when it comes to Y/N.”
Kevin:
The boys’ heads all shook as Kevin showed them a photo that he had taken of you last night whilst the two of you were out on a date.
“Doesn’t Y/N just look amazing?” He quizzed them all, expecting more of a reaction from them, getting very little in reply.
“We get it, you’re in love with her,” Youngjae spoke, pushing Kevin’s phone out of his face, “do we all really need to be shown your whole phone album of photos that you took last night.”
Kevin nodded as he skipped onto another photo, “I just want for you all to get the chance to see how great Y/N looked.”
Their eyes rolled as Kevin moved onto Jacob, “you’ve already shown me,” he quickly assured him, “everyone knows how whipped you are for her too.”
“Me? Whipped?” Kevin scoffed in disbelief, “is it a crime to be in love with your girlfriend and want everyone else to know how incredible they are as well?”
“As bad as you’re doing, I’d say it’s worth arresting you for.”
“You guys are terrible wingmen you know.”
New:
The sudden sound of someone rising to their feet caused several of the boys to look around, watching Chanhee rise from his seat.
“Y/N’s in trouble, you guys don’t mind if I head out for ten minutes, do you?” He asked, looking around at each one of the boys.
“Hasn’t Y/N got anyone else that she can ask for help to get her out of her mess?” Younghoon asked, with the boys moments away from heading back into their rehearsal after taking a break.
Chanhee’s head shook back at him, “no one that she can properly trust, but I promise that this won’t take me too long.”
Sangyeon glanced across at him too, “we all know that you’re going to go anyway because you’re whipped for Y/N, so you might as well hurry and get it done.”
“I’m not whipped,” Chanhee declared as he picked up his bag, “I’m just doing what any good boyfriend would do and helping their partner out when they need them.”
“Going and helping her and forgetting about work means you’re whipped.”
“You’re all just jealous singletons anyway.”
Q:
A hand around his wrist caused Changmin to stop, following the gaze of Sunwoo beside him who was looking down at his phone.
“Is that Y/N as your lock screen now too?” Sunwoo scoffed, “just when I think you can’t get anymore whipped, look at you now.”
“What?” Changmin innocently chuckled, locking his phone and placing it away, “one thing I definitely am not is a whipped boyfriend, I’m just nice to Y/N, that’s all that is it.”
Sunwoo’s head shook back at him, “I’ve seen the things you do, how you constantly drop everything for Y/N when she needs you?”
Changmin’s eyes went wide as Sunwoo spoke, “I don’t drop everything, but when she needs me, I’m going to be there, that doesn’t make me whipped for her.”
“You have no idea,” Sunwoo sniggered, shaking his head, “let me record you one day, show you all of the things that you do for Y/N, and you can see for yourself.”
“You can record me, but I bet that you’ll find absolutely nothing there.”
“Challenge accepted; I’ll prove you wrong.”
Juhaknyeon:
A shake of the head beside him caught Haknyeon’s attention as he and Kevin watched you walk into the building from a high up floor.
“Y/N’s wearing your jumper,” Kevin picked up straight away as they watched you on the ground, “your favourite jumper too.”
“Is she?” Haknyeon innocently smiled, knowing exactly what jumper you had on, the one that several of the boys had tried to borrow, but had never been allowed to take.”
A sheepish grin appeared on Haknyeon’s face. “You are so whipped,” Kevin roared, striking against Haknyeon’s arm.
His head shook in reply to him, “I’m not whipped, I just like to share things with Y/N. It’s only a jumper anyway, it’s hardly as if it’s any big deal.”
“I wanted that jumper a couple of months ago when it was snowing,” Kevin sighed, “of course, you were just saving it to give to Y/N so that you could treat her, and not me.”
“You’re not my boyfriend, why would I share any of my things with you?”
“And I’ve always been so kind to you.”
Sunwoo:
Confused eyes looked at the coffee cup holder that Sunwoo had in his hands, with one drink left in it after everyone took one.
“Did you buy yourself two coffees because you’re tired again?” Jaehyun joked as Sunwoo took a seat beside him with only one drink.
“The other is for Y/N, she said she’d stop by on her lunch break,” he informed them all, expecting the sighs that followed, “I want to make sure that she’s taking care of herself at work.”
Kevin particularly caught Sunwoo’s eyes, “Y/N is more than capable of taking care of herself, she eats and drinks just fine.”
Sunwoo nodded in agreement with him, “I like to just be sure though, and she always does little things like this for me too, you just don’t see it.”
“There is no way that Y/N is as whipped as you,” Juyeon remarked, “if there was a competition for the most whipped boyfriend, I reckon you’d be in with a shout for it.”
“I’m nowhere near as bad as you guys make me out to be you know.”
“You really have no idea how whipped you are.”
Eric:
A hand waving across his face finally brought Youngjae back into the room, looking around as he figured out what was going on.
“Have you paid attention to anything we’ve talked about tonight?” Jacob asked him, noticing him still on the first page of the booklet.
“I was kind of listening,” Youngjae spoke, scratching over the top of his head, “I want to listen, but I’m worrying about Y/N today, she’s got a big exam today that she’s worried about.”
It all quickly fell into place for Youngjae, “do you want to ring her and see how she got on so that you can focus again?”
Youngjae’s head shook back at Jaehyun’s offer, “she’ll be in the middle of the exam right now, ringing her is pointless, I’ll just wait until she’s done.”
“In the meantime, can you focus, and stop being whipped,” Jacob requested, “we’ve gone through ten pages of this, and you’ve not been listening to a single one of them.”
“I’m listening now, you guys have my full attention on all of this now.”
“You’ll think of Y/N in no time again.”
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The New Guy - Lee Juyeon
pairing: Lee Juyeon x female reader
synopsis : You remembered clearly, though, when your pacific daily life at the office started to crumble. There was some gossip between your coworkers that a new - male - worker was transferred to your office building from a researching branch in a smaller city, he was super accomplished at his job, and far more successful than every person his age in the company. He, being a treasure, had to work at the heart of the company, two levels above your department's office. The gossiping, though, was not going around because of how great of a professional this guy was, or how he could help the company to grow - it was because he was hot.
genre: tbh i dont know !!! thats defo romance but is not cute nor hot is just a story lol
word count: 1.8K
author’s note: if this is kinda vague, thats because its based on a dream i had months ago and i just can’t get out of my head, it was the first time i dreamed this clearly with Juyeon and it meant a lot to me :(
(i had a few ideas for a continuation of this so tell me if you’d like to)
You really liked your job. It was a corporate job, but it was not boring how people picture it in movies and TV shows. You enjoyed sitting at your desk, decorated to your linking with all your pens, some photos of you and your friends and cute things you’ve put there so your workspace could look a little bit more like you. You liked your coworkers, even if they weren’t your real friends, they were very nice. Bonus points that your team were all women. You also really liked the view from your desk, how the big glass window portrayed the city view, the buildings making a composition with the sky and that park nearby with a lake, the people walking on the streets looking like tiny ants from above. It brought you peace when chaos sometimes set itself at the office.
You remembered clearly, though, when your pacific daily life at the office started to crumble. There was some gossip between your coworkers that a new - male - worker was transferred to your office building from a researching branch in a smaller city, he was super accomplished at his job, and far more successful than every person his age in the company. He, being a treasure, had to work at the heart of the company, two levels above your department's office. The gossiping, though, was not going around because of how great of a professional this guy was, or how he could help the company to grow - it was because he was hot.
You asked your coworkers to stop talking about this guy, after all you had work to do. To be fair, if they didn't shut up you would pick your nosy ass and start looking for this guy, just so you could confirm if he was really that hot. They didn't care though, and kept talking until one of your managers showed up with a few more people, the older man you recognized being the head of the Management department and the one in a gray suit, the recruiter of the marketing team who worked a few months ago with you. The man on his right, on the other hand, you’ve never seen before. He was tall, his skin was light but sunkissed, the hair was straight, a caramel blonde color on them, contrasting with his dark chocolate eyes and a triangle nose. He was wearing a blue shirt and a black tie, the sleeves of his shirt folded up to his elbows and he was carrying a white lab coat with his badge and a blue stripe.
“Ladies, ” one of your managers started talking to your team “these are the new additions to the company, so we are introducing them to all the teams they’ll be working with.” and kept introducing the people to you and your team to them.
You weren’t paying attention to what he was saying because you noticed how the blonde guy stared at you. It was a pretty vague stare, to be honest, so you were trying very hard to understand that pair of dark eyes, and didn’t realize it meant you were staring him back, what made you blush the second you got yourself together. The redness of your cheeks made him smirk. “And this is Mr. Lee, he was just transferred and will be working on the research team, so you may work together if he comes up with a new product.” The guy suddenly moved his eyes to the other people and turned to a bow, saying “I’m Lee Juyeon, it's a pleasure to work with you guys.” and turning to a bright smile where you could see almost all his teeth. He has cute teeth though you thought to yourself, kepting that to yourself.
They left and your coworkers started gossipping again, filling the workspace with giggles and sightings, but your head was far away from there.
A few days later
You were having your loner lunch as you always did, sitting at the bench in a common area at the rooftop, not a single soul at the entire place, looking down to the city business while munching on half a sandwich you made this morning before leaving for the office, the other half sitting in a pink bento box next to you. The day was very beautiful, the weather nice, the sky clear blue and the birds chipping. You wish you had the day off, so you would be having a picnic with yourself at the park instead. It was lonely and quiet, but you liked that.
To your surprise, you heard steps coming from the door that led to the common area, looking through the bluish glass of the windows and the sliding door. The sun was bright so you had to squint your eyes a little to see. It was a tall figure, very black hair and wearing a white coat, but you could not see if you knew this person or not. He stopped at the door to scan his badge and walk in, so you had to pretend like you were not paying attention and turned your head again to the streets down the building. There was an event happening at the entrance of the park, there were lots of kids buying balloons and a guy dressed in a pikachu suit, so you decided that this was way more interesting than the person coming in a place nobody but you used.
You had to look at their direction again, though, because he clearly was walking to you. He had slow, calm steps, his hands on the back of his body. He casually swung around before looking to your side, moving his eyes to the sitting space next to you and you, almost as if he was trying to figure what to say.
“Can I sit here?” he asked, and your eyes met. It was the new guy on the research team, Juyeon. Those dark eyes and pointy nose would never leave your mind. In fact, they were running through your thoughts from the moment he turned his back and left with the superiors. Every time he crossed your team’s workspace, every time you saw him entering the elevators or passed by, the staring session you had that day came back to your mind and you could not think about anything without coming back to his eyes. You felt your cheeks blushing again.
“Of course!” you said, nodding at him after an uncomfortable silence took place for the few seconds you had to realize it was, in fact, him. He sat beside you, his knees and yours touching. He took an apple juice box from his coat pocket and stabbed the box with the straw while you stared at his features, thinking about how a hair color could change so much how a person looks. You put down your sandwich and pointed at his hair, asking him “Did you dye your hair?”
“Oh” he immediately smiled and touched a loch of his hair with the tips of his fingers. And you couldn’t help but notice how huge his hands were. “Yes, I was blonde for a while but I felt like changing a little.” he chuckled, like a tiny laugh and proceeded to drink his apple juice. He suddenly stopped, the straw making a noise when he lifted his lips “Do you like it?”
You choked on your sandwich, coughing with your hand in front of your mouth. Juyeon turned his body at you, a worrying expression on his face but also a hint of confusion as he didn’t have a clue of what to do in this situation. In a matter of seconds you stopped and were fine again, so you said “I’m Sorry” and tried to clean your throat before answering him. “I like it. It suits your features.”
“Are you alright?” he looked deeply in your eyes, looking for a confirmation that yes, you were alright and he did nothing wrong. You nodded your head, running your eyes away from his before you blushed again, closing the lid of your pink bento box. “Good.” he said in a deep tone, one that you’ve never heard coming out of his mouth before. Not that you heard him talking a lot, but all the times you did, he was being very positive and thoughtful and he had a higher pitch on his voice. “But how come you know if a color fits someone’s features?
“Oh, I work with creativity and stuff, so I had experience in advertising by working directly with models.” his eyes widened as you told him, a smile forming on the corner of his lips. He had very pretty lips, by the way. “So there are colors that suit you and there are colors that don’t. It’s very interesting, but can be a rather extensive topic.” you said, afraid that the conversation was going far away from where it’s supposed to end.
“Oh, its okay.” he said, turning his body in your direction again. “I wanted to be a model when I was younger.”
“You definitely could” you said, your lips working faster than your brain. You bit your lower lip, embarrassed of yourself for saying it like that.
Before he could say anything, a man you didn’t know came in, standing at the door and calling Juyeon. They were in need of him at his department and apparently it was urgent. Juyeon left a sight out of his lips and got up from the bench, so you got up too. He turned at you, looking at you before giving you his hand so you could shake. “I don’t think this is the right time for introductions, but I’m Juyeon.”
“I know. I’m y/n.”
“I know.” he smiled and walked away, a few steps back before turning to the guy at the door, both of them running when Juyeon got by the door.
He know you? He knew your name? How did he find out your name? And how did he find you in the first place, given the rooftop was almost your hidden spot?
Oh, you wished you could see him again, and soon. Something inside you told you you will, and maybe that smile he shot at you before leaving meant he wanted the same.
read part2 here
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[7:46pm]Traveling with juyeon
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TRY HARD
SUMMARY: Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)
GENRE: smut, crack, fluff, minimal angst
PAIRING: Lee Juyeon x afab!reader (ft. sangyeon, sunwoo, and chanhee)
WC: 8.7k (oops)
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PERM TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn
18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
WARNINGS: name calling (reader calls Juyeon stripper boy, baby, and pretty boy. Juyeon calls reader pretty girl), swearing, mentions of college parties, Y/N roasts Juyeon like a lot, Juyeon stops a door with his foot, one bed trope (for like two seconds), sunwoo slander (learning from Fawn <3) Juyeon is not god's strongest soldier, masturbation (m and kinda f), p in v sex, implied unprotected sex, restraints are used, dom!reader kinda, bratty!Juyo kinda, really poor attempts at humor, i think there's more but that covers the big stuff
A/N: This was NOT supposed to be almost 9k. It was supposed to be 3k at MOST but i will not lie i will prolly end up doing this again for most of the fics I'm putting out for this collab oops. Anywayyyyy let's kick off the collab with arguably my funniest fic.
The first time you meet Lee Juyeon, you’re dressed in sleep shorts and the biggest sweatshirt in your closet. He’s standing at your door, and for a moment you can’t help but be confused by the fact that yes, there is a hot man in a white tank top and cargo pants leaning against your doorframe. And yes, he is, in fact, there for you and not the girls living down the hall from you.
And, to be fair, it wasn’t your fault that you thought he was a stripper. Really, it wasn’t. It’s not every day that you see a guy with a body to die for and the face of an angel.
“Are you some sort of stripper?” For a moment, the two of you are quiet. There’s a look of pure astonishment on his face that eventually turns into him fighting back a grin.
“Do you want me to be?” His tongue brushes over his lower lip while he scans you up and down and you scoff.
“No. The girls you’re probably looking for are down the hall, the last door on the right.” You begin to shut the door. “Have fun.”
“Wait!” His foot catches in the door before you can slam it shut and you hear him swear loudly. “Shit, that did not feel good.”
“Are you fucking stupid?” You swing the door open again, scowling at him. “Why would you try to catch this heavy ass door with your foot?”
“I thought it would look cool!” He winces, one hand gripping your door frame and the other cradling his aching foot. “Like in the movies!”
“I don’t know if you know this…” you trail off, squinting at him and realizing you have no idea who this man is. “Stripper boy,—”
“Juyeon,” you can practically hear his teeth grinding as he speaks. You hum.
“Stripper boy,” you bob your head. “That’s what I’m gonna call you.”
“Please don’t—”
“Anyway,” you interrupt again. “I don’t know if you know this, but romance movies are fictional. Of course, it’s not gonna look like the prop door and they’re gonna catch it like it’s nothing. This, however,” you hit your fist against your door, “is solid metal. Not gonna feel good when you catch this shit, dumbass.”
“Whatever,” Juyeon rolls his eyes and straightens his body out. “I was just making my rounds across campus, wanted to see if you’d be interested in supporting your local fraternity.”
You raise an eyebrow, reaching your hand out to take the flier from his hand.
College Hunks Hauling Junk!
Need to get rid of some junk? Well, these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and we’ll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited-time offer)
Scan HERE to book your appointment!
“College hunks hauling junk,” you can’t help but laugh at the name and take the flier from Juyeon’s hands. He grins at you. “People are actually paying you guys to haul their shit away?”
He shrugs. “It’s free, technically. You’re allowed to donate, but we’re really just doing it for free. You know, help out fellow students and spread the word.”
“You sure it wouldn’t be easier to just do some stripping if you can’t pay the rent?” You ask. “Also, what do you mean spread the word?”
“I’m glad you asked.” Juyeon points a finger at the bottom of the flier, completely disregarding the first part of your sentence. Fuck, his hands are big.
This ad also doubles as your invitation to Tau Beta Zeta’s parties for the rest of the semester. Cash this in at any time and get into ANY parties for free! (Code word will be given at the time of flier being cashed in) (Girls get in for free, Guys $5 @ the door)
“We’re having a little competition with the sorority down the road from us,” Juyeon explains. “Whoever has more people by the end of the semester gets to host the end-of-the-year party and the other frat or sorority has to buy food and drinks.”
You stare at the paper for a second, pondering your options. Then you smile, look up at the man that you are still pretty damn sure is a stripper, and hand back the flier.
“I’m good, thanks.”
The door shuts, and you turn to go back to bed. The sound of paper sliding across the ground stops you, and you can see in the faint light that streams under your door that Juyeon slipped the flier into your room.
Fucking try hard.
The second time you see Lee Juyeon, he’s handing out fliers again. Only he isn’t walking around random apartment buildings with a weird seductive look that you honestly don’t doubt was working. This time, he’s in a hoodie and jeans and walking around the center of campus with people that you can only assume are his frat brothers.
At first, you almost don’t recognize him, but then his eyes meet yours, and you can see the corners wrinkle when he smiles. Again, you’re confused. Is he smiling at you?
Your head whips around, trying to find someone around you that he might be looking at, and when you turn around again, Juyeon is approaching you.
“Have you thought about it, pretty girl?” He asked and you stared at him dumbly for a moment. Did he just call you pretty girl?
“Thought about what?” He holds up that flier again, placing it in your hands similarly to the other night. “Oh.”
“Did you think I was kidding?” He leans down slightly, keeping eye contact. Your free hand places itself on his chest— which you hadn’t realized before was very solid— and pushes him back. He barely moves. In fact, you are the one who gets pushed back.
“Listen, stripper boy—”
“Juyeon—”
“Stripper boy,” you mimic the exasperated tone he uses with you. “If I wanted an invitation to a stereotypical frat party with a bunch of drunk 20-somethings and cheap beer and bad pizza and try-hard men like yourself, I would’ve gone by now.” You fold up the flier, smoothing out the edges before holding it out to him. He doesn’t take it, and you can see the gears turning in his brain.
“So what you’re saying,” he starts to smile and steps toward you again.”
“Stripper boy,” you warn.
“…is that there’s a chance?”
“Absolutely not, there is not a chance in hell that I’m gonna call some college hunks to haul junk out of my college apartment that I can barely afford to live in let alone pay you to take things out of.” Juyeon shrugs.
“Like I said, payment is optional and can come in…” he wiggles his eyebrows at you, “many different forms, pretty girl.”
“That’s gross, stripper boy.” You scrunch up your nose and he laughs. “Also, why are you calling me that?”
“Calling you what?” his smile only grows and you huff.
“Pretty girl.”
“Because you are a pretty girl.”
“No, I’m—” You catch yourself in the sentence when he leans forward onto the tips of his toes, ready to stop you. “You know what, fuck you. I know that was a dirty little trick and I’m not gonna fall for it just so you can swoop in and say something like oh nooo, don’t say that about yourself! You’re so pretty! And then you’ll tuck my hair behind my ear and you’ll try to kiss me and then—” You stop yourself again. Juyeon’s smile is almost scary at this point, stretching all the way across his face as if this had been his plan all along and you walked right into it.
“And then…?” He teases.
“…fuck you and your frat, stripper boy. God, you guys are such try-hards.”
You hold onto the flier this time, whether too embarrassed to give it back or genuine curiosity, you aren’t sure. You do know that you can’t stop the pounding in your chest, or the heat rising in your cheeks.
“Who was that?” Sunwoo slings an arm over Juyeon’s shoulder, both men watching you walk away with the flier held tightly in your hand. Juyeon smiles.
“Just someone I know.”
“Didn’t look like she was too happy to see you.” Sunwoo snickers and drops his arm down to stand straight. Juyeon turns to the younger man, the smile he had when standing with you now gone and replaced with a permanent scowl.
“Who even asked you, Sunwoo?”
The younger raises his hands in defense. “I’m just saying! It looked like she hated you. Oooh, maybe you’re finally gonna get that enemies-to-lovers arc that Eric is always— WHOA, HEY—” Sunwoo nearly trips over himself trying to get away from Juyeon as the older frat brother swings his arm out in his direction. “Don’t hurt this pretty face! How else is the soccer team gonna get their funds?” A hand in the shape of a finger gun finds its way under Sunwoo’s chin, and the star soccer player smirks.
“I think they’ll manage,” Juyeon swings his arm out again, wincing when Sunwoo lets out an ear-piercing squeal.
It’s like you’re seeing him everywhere. Every class you go to, it’s like he’s always there handing out fliers or chatting with his friends. And, unfortunately, every time you see him, he sees you too. He animatedly waves at you, calling your name or running over to you. Every time, you somehow end up with another flier to add to your collection.
For weeks you’ve been seeing him in places that you swear you’d never seen him in before. You swear that he’s not in your environmental course. You swear that he’s not in your sociology course. He just has to be following you.
That, or you just have shitty luck with Lee Juyeon.
It must be bad luck, you think as you watch the fire department evacuate your flooded building. It must be, you tell yourself as you stand there in the pouring rain in pajama shorts and a sweater, sans an umbrella. There’s nothing else it could be.
Your eyes narrow at the sight of Juyeon standing near a group of girls with those damned fliers in one hand and some umbrellas around the wrist of the other. Your hands tighten around your arms, body shaking from the cold of the rain. Your lips twist into a deep frown when he approaches you, his eyebrows knit together and his lips pursed at the sight of you. His mouth opens to say something, and you hold your hand up to stop him.
“Save it, stripper boy. I don’t want your fucking spiel right now.” His shoulders slump a little.
“I was just going to ask if you wanted an umbrella.” He holds one out, the last one on his arm. “You have to be freezing right now, and you’re absolutely soaked.” Your hand wraps around the umbrella, your eyes still narrowed with suspicion.
“Thanks…” he smiles and backs up to give you space to open it. You would never admit to his face that he was right. That you were freezing your ass off in this godforsaken weather.
“Are you okay?” You look up at him, sniff, and shrug.
“I mean, my home is currently flooding which leaves me homeless for at least a few days. It’s piss-pouring rain out here, I’m in my pajamas with all my clothing inside the flooded building, and now here you are probably trying to get me to buy from your stupid fundraiser thing.” You take a deep breath, finally looking him in the eye. “So no, I don’t think I’m okay, Juyeon. Thanks for asking.” He’s quiet for a moment, and then a small smile breaks onto his face.
“I think that’s the first time you’ve called me Juyeon.” You bite your tongue and turn to walk away from him. “Wait, fuck, Y/N it was a joke. I’m sorry.” He grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. You can see a little bit of panic in his gaze.
“Yeah, well it was a shitty joke.” You scoff.
“I know, poor taste, I was just trying to lighten the mood.” He pulls his hand from your arm, and you almost feel bad. It’s quiet between you two, and you think that this is the first time it’s ever been completely silent. Well, save for the chatter of other tenants and incoming sirens and the yells of officers.
“This fucking sucks,” you grumble, and Juyeon huffs out a laugh.
“Do you have anywhere that you go?”
You shake your head. “Nah, none of my friends have space for another person in their apartment or dorm.”
“You could stay with me.” He says it so fast, so suddenly, that you thought you misheard him at first.
“Excuse me?” Juyeon clears his throat, his cheeks and ears flushing and you can’t tell if it’s from the cold or embarrassment.
“I— I mean you— I’m just—” he stumbles over his words and you smile.
“Is the Lee Juyeon embarrassed right now? In front of little ol’ me, nonetheless?”
“I’m not embarrassed,” he snaps, pressing the back of one of his hands to his neck in a poor attempt to cool himself down. “I’m just— I—”
“Juyeon,” your hand comes up to his arm and he flinches. You let your arm drop down to your side. “Are you trying to ask me to stay with you while the building is being repaired?”
You’re smiling at him, and it’s like that tiny action brings back all of his previous confidence. He’s smirking again, leaning down under the tiny umbrella he gave you. It’s your turn to blush now, but your eyes don’t leave his.
“Because,” your voice nearly betrays you. “That would be a little…odd…wouldn’t it? A girl living with, what, ten men? People would talk.” He hums.
“But they would also find it odd if I just…left you to live in your car for god knows how long, wouldn’t they?” His hand is on your waist, and the breath in your lungs hitches.
“That’s true…” you hum and pull away from him. “I don’t have any clothes, though. I’d need to find some before doing anything.” Juyeon clicks his tongue and leans back, a thoughtful look taking over the previous…you don’t even know what to call what you were doing. Was he flirting with you? Were you flirting with him?
“That’s true,” he nods his head. “We can grab some from the store tomorrow? And for now, you can borrow some of my stuff— I mean, if you’re comfortable with that.” He stumbles over his words again, and you can’t help but laugh. “Kevin’s clothes might fit you better but— you’re laughing. Why are— why are you laughing at me.”
“You’re just—” You break into another fit of giggles, covering your mouth with your hand to try and muffle the noise. “God, you’re so dumb.”
“How am I dumb?” Juyeon pouts at you, and you know he just wants you to be comfortable.
“Never mind,” you wave him off, “let’s just get going. I’m tired and wet.” Juyeon raises an eyebrow, and you roll your eyes. “Not like that, stripper boy.”
“I know,” he grins at you and tugs you by the sleeve to get you to start walking. “I just wanted to mess with you a little bit.”
“Seems like that’s all you do.” You roll your eyes. “And please tell me you drove here. I am not walking to the house in shorts and slippers.” Juyeon clicks his tongue.
“As if I would walk anywhere in this weather.” He reaches into his pocket and you hear the click of a button, and then the lights of a car in front of you light up. He jogs forward, grabbing the handle of the passenger side door for you with a bright smile on his face. “After you, m’lady.”
“What a gentleman,” you shut the umbrella and duck into the vehicle.
“Only for you, pretty girl.” He winks at you and shuts the door.
Juyeon is quiet when you exit his bathroom. Your hair is wrapped in a towel, your body swamped in Juyeon’s clothes. He’s lying flat on his back on his mattress, his legs dangling off the edge and his fingers drumming on his stomach. Your feet shuffle against the ground, the fabric of his sweatpants covering your feet entirely and dragging behind you. His t-shirt is almost like a dress on you, hanging down to your thighs and the sleeves baggy along your arms where it would be formfitting on him.
“Where should I put these?” Juyeon lifts his head, and you hear a sharp inhale. He’s staring at you, and the gaze is heavy with something you can’t place.
“You—” his voice cracks and he sits up fully, resting his elbows on his knees. “You can just toss them in the basket next to you. I’ll— I’ll wash it tomorrow.” You hum, doing as he says and tossing your clothing into the basket.
His room is…weirdly clean. At least, it’s cleaner than you expected it to be for a frat boy. There’s a bit of laundry scattered across the room, sure, but you don’t feel gross just standing there. The floor is clean, the bed is made.
The bed.
The one bed in the room.
“Where— where should I set up a spot to sleep?” You wring your hands behind your back.
“What?” Juyeon stares at you dumbly, his eyes blank and jaw dropped slightly. If you look closely, you swear you can see a puddle of drool on the floor in front of him. Unintentionally, you snort and immediately slap a hand over your mouth.
“I just— I mean this is your room, stripper boy.” You shrug, trying to keep the air as light as possible. “Where should I set up camp for the next three days?”
“You are not sleeping on the floor.” Juyeon shakes his head and pushes off the edge of his bed.
“Then where am I gonna sleep?”
“The bed?” He says it as if it’s obvious. “The fuck? You really thought I was gonna make you sleep on the floor?”
“Stripper boy, I am not sleeping in your bed.” You click your tongue.
“Yes, you are, pretty girl.” He takes a step toward you. “I’m not gonna let you sleep on the floor! First of all, you’re a guest. Second of all, I’m a gentleman. Third of all, I’m—” he cuts himself short again and you raise an eyebrow.
“Well, then I’ll sleep on the couch downstairs. That’ll solve it.” You move to the door, but he grabs your upper arm and pulls you toward him. “Dude, you have got to stop grabbing me like that. It’s kind of annoying.”
“Sorry.” He exhales and lets go of your arm, brushing his hand across the skin he grabbed as if to soothe it. It sends sparks of heat through your arm, and you fight back a shiver. “I just— what if we share my bed?”
You stare at him for a moment.
Then another.
And then another.
And then Juyeon is wincing and stepping away from you.
“I was just— that was stupid. I’m sorry.”
“I mean…” you purse your lips. “If it solves the problem, then sure.”
“Wait seriously?” His eyes bug out of his head and you laugh. “You’re comfortable with that?”
“Stripper boy, if you thought I was gonna kick you out of your bed, then you have a whole new thing coming.” He rolls his eyes. “We can just…I dunno. Put pillows between us?”
“Yeah, that works. That works just fine.” He sighs heavily. Just fine. He’s gonna be just fine these next few days.
Juyeon realizes very quickly that it will not, in fact, be fine. He realizes this when he wakes up in the middle of the night, the pillows between the two of you thrown to the edge of the bed and your body wrapped around his like a vice. One of your legs is hooked around his, the other strewn across his hip to lock him down. You have one arm tucked under his, holding his shoulder while your free arm has slipped around his waist, under his shirt so your fingers are splayed across his abdomen. Your head is seemingly strategically placed on his chest, and he can feel every breath you release. He can feel every pulse of your heartbeat against his leg—
Wait.
…
Oh, this arrangement is not going to be good for his heart.
He tries desperately to shift away from you, to gently pry you off of him, anything to get the pounding in his chest to go away. Anything to stop the blood from rushing to his dick like some goddamn virgin. It’s a normal thing. It’s not something to get fucking hard over, Lee Juyeon. Pull yourself together.
It feels like ages before he’s able to pull himself free, nearly falling out of his bed to get away from you. He freezes in place when he hears you shift, a quiet moan leaving you when your sleeping self finds the spot Juyeon once lay frozen is now empty. His heart is pounding, his feet padding quickly against the floor to get to his bathroom. He’s quick to shut the door, cringing at the squeak of the hinges. Gotta get those fixed, he notes. For future reference, of course.
He’s hard in his sweats, his dick straining against the fabric, and his body feels like it’s on fire. Juyeon leans against the counter, tapping his foot anxiously while he stares at himself in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess, and his pupils are blown out. He grips the marble counter, squeezing his eyes shut and praying to god that he softens soon because he cannot and will not jerk off to you. Not when you’re right there, one thin wall over.
Thinking that was a mistake. His dick twitches in his pants at the thought of you waking up and finding him in the bathroom, cock in hand, and frantically trying to rub one out.
Oh, he’s so fucked, he squeezes his eyes shut as he shoves his sweatpants down just enough to be able to grab himself. Just enough for him to spring free and let the cold air wash over him.
Juyeon is completely, royally fucked, and he knows it as he spits on his hand. He knows it when he wraps his hand around his cock. Juyeon knows it when his body shudders from the first pump of his hand, the brush of his thumb across his tip. He knows it when he fights the whine trying to erupt from his throat.
He knows it when he cums in his hand, ropes of white covering his palm when he places his hand over his tip to minimize the mess. He knows it when all he thought about was you. You and your pretty face. You who calls him stripper boy, who hasn't hesitated to shoot him down every chance you get. You who he’s pretty damn sure is into him in the same way he’s into you.
It’s hard for Juyeon to get back in his bed and lie down next to you knowing that just a few minutes ago he came in his hand to the thought of you. It’s even harder for him to fall back to sleep when you wrap yourself around him again, relaxing against his body and releasing a contented sigh. He tries so, so hard to relax with you, to steady his pounding heart.
God, he’s so fucked.
"When did you get here?” There’s a boy— a man, really— standing at the counter when you and Juyeon walk into the kitchen in the morning. The man is holding a ceramic Garfield mug that you assume is filled with coffee, and he’s got his phone in his free hand. You give him a short wave, and he nods back at you.
Juyeon had been odd the whole morning. Or, at least, the two hours you had been awake and the one hour since he’d woken up and immediately rolled to his feet to get away from you. Something about morning wood. Since then, he’d been keeping a healthy distance from you, flinching away from your touch and giving short responses to your questions and statements. It makes you nervous. Were you intruding? Did he regret asking you to stay?
“Last night,” Juyeon answers for you, leading you to the bar counter and pulling out a chair for you to sit in. “Y/N, this is Sangyeon. He’s the Tau Beta Zeta president. Sangyeon, this is Y/N. She’s gonna be staying with us for the next couple of days.”
Sangyeon squints at you, gnawing at his lip in thought.
“And you guys are…what? Friends? Lovers? Fuck buddies?” You scoff and Juyeon whips his head around, nearly spilling coffee onto his hand.
“None of the above,” you wave your hand and almost miss the flash of emotion in Juyeon’s eyes. “Just someone who needed a hand, and strip- Juyeon happened to be there.” Sangyeon turns to Juyeon with an inquisitive look on his face. Juyeon shakes his head and turns back to you with two mugs in his hand.
“I didn’t know how you take your coffee so I just threw some cream and a bit of sugar in there.” The mug he slides over to you is shaped like a ladybug, and you can’t help the laugh that escapes you at the sight of his mug. Normal, compared to yours. Just plain white with text that says ‘Stupid people shouldn’t breed!’. “What’s so funny?”
“Just the…interesting arrangement of mugs you all have here.” You smile at Juyeon, but he just scoffs. Sangyeon excuses himself and pats Juyeon on the shoulder before making his exit up the stairs.
“I’ll have you know that I picked these all out.” He defends, but you can see the embarrassment in the flush of his cheeks, the dark color spreading to the tips of his ears. “You got a problem with them?”
“No, no,” you smile into your mug and take a sip. It’s bitter, and a bit watered down, but you’re grateful for the caffeine boost. “It’s cute, really. You made some great choices, stripper boy.”
“That sounded sarcastic,” Juyeon pouts at you and you shake your head.
“It wasn’t!” You reassure him, leaning your torso onto the counter. Juyeon stands near you now, on the shorter edge of the counter and he scoffs.
“Sure it wasn’t. Because you’re the most supportive person in the world of my decisions.” He turns away from you, staring at the magnetic words on the refrigerator instead of at you and you rise from your seat to stand by his side.
“Juyooo,” your voice is sing-song in tone and Juyeon fights every instinct inside of him that screams to pin you to the counter and fuck you senseless. “Are you mad at me?”
“Of course I am,” he rolls his eyes and tilts his chin up when you come to stand in front of him.
“Why?” You frown, but the corners of your lips fight to turn up.
“You made fun of me!”
“Yeah, but it was all in good fun!” You protest. “I think your choice of mugs was cute!”
“No you don’t,” he scoffs and crosses his arms. “You think they’re stupid.”
“No,” you shake your head. “I think they’re adorable.”
“Bullshit,” Juyeon says. “You think they’re stupid.”
“I do not.” You groan.
“You do!”
“Do not!”
“Do too!”
“Do no—”
Juyeon’s lips are on yours, and you let out a startled gasp, your hand flying up and finding purchase on his chest.
You try to push him off, you really do! You think about it, you tell your body to push him off, and then somehow you end up pulling him closer, allowing your eyes to slip closed. Isn’t it so weird how that happens?
Your hand is holding his shirt tightly, keeping him close to you while your lips mesh in a sloppy kiss. His lips are rough against yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip and then his tongue slips out and soothes the bites. The repeated actions have your legs trembling, your breathing becoming shaky, and your hand that isn’t in his shirt rises to the back of his neck to tangle in his hair and pull him impossibly closer to you.
His hands are all over you. They run up and down your waist, brushing under the waistband of the sweatpants he lent you, pushing into your back to keep you close to him. They run under your shirt, grazing the underside of your shirt, and he smiles when he feels you exhale shakily against him.
You hesitantly, and ever so slowly, push your tongue out, letting it run across his lower lip and you’re a bit too pleased when he opens up for you immediately. He lets you push your tongue into his mouth, lets you explore, and is ever so patient with your hesitance.
Gently, oh so gently, he sucks on your tongue while you try to pull it back into your mouth and you release the tiniest, almost inaudible whine.
Apparently, to your complete dismay, this snaps Juyeon back into reality and he pulls away from you. He pulls away quickly, almost stumbling back and into some of the bar stools. You’re standing there, almost in a daze, and both of you just stare at each other for a moment. He doesn’t say anything, and neither do you, and Juyeon can tell that you’re regretting what the two of you just did.
And it hurts. It really hurts when you open your mouth, going to speak and nothing comes out. He smiles sadly.
“I should find a way to get to the store. You’re gonna need some clothes for the next few days.”
“Juyeon, wait—” You reach for him, but he just shakes his head.
“It’s fine, pretty girl.” He reassures you, but his voice breaks and betrays him. “No hard feelings. Let’s just forget it happened.”
“I don’t want to forget that!” You protest, but Juyeon just shakes his head.
“Like I said, pretty girl,” He grabs his mug and smiles at you. There’s no emotion behind it, at least not one that you want to recognize. “We gotta get you some clothes for the next three days.”
It’s infuriating how quickly he seems to move on. Three days pass by, and not once has he even hinted about talking about what happened. It was almost like he’d forgotten about it entirely.
Which, to your dismay, was exactly what he wanted you to do. It wasn’t as if you regretted the kiss, at least not in the way he thought. The regret that you knew you had let slip was from pulling away in the first place. You had only meant to come up for air, knowing that you would likely drown in him had you given yourself the chance. Now, due to your own stupid mistakes, the tables have turned for you.
He’d been avoiding you since you moved back into your apartment two days ago. He’d avoided you in the classes you were now all too aware that you shared. It stung that he no longer sought you out, no longer yelled your name from across the room, and drew unwanted attention to you. He no longer pressured you to call the number on that damn flier that sat untouched on your desk.
“You could always just, I dunno,” Chanhee is lying on your bed, scrolling on his phone while you rant about his frat brother. “Call the number? I’m pretty sure it’s his number anyway.”
“Wait seriously?” You spin around in your desk chair, turning away from the project you two are supposed to be working on together.
“Yeah, it just happened to be really convenient that the last four digits of his phone number spelled junk. What do you think of this?” He flips his phone around to show you a coat. A black trench coat, nothing too fancy about it.
“Eh. You have plenty of those, don’t you?”
“True.” He nods and lays back down.
“Should I really call him?” You lean your head back on your chair, lacing your fingers together on your lap. “What if he hates me, Chanhee?”
“Trust me, Y/N,” Chanhee exhales heavily, “that man does not hate you.”
“But how do you know that?” You ask. “If he told you that, he could be lying to you!”
“Girl,” Chanhee throws his phone down onto your mattress and sits up straight. “If a man hates you, he is not going to jack off at 3 in the goddamn morning— with his frat brothers in the other room that connects to his bathroom, mind you— to the thought of you. Trust me. He doesn’t hate you.”
“You don’t— I’m sorry, what?” Your eyes are bugging out of your head and Chanhee grimaces in a way that tells you that he was not supposed to tell you that.
“Oops…”
“What do you mean he— Chanhee, what are you talking about?” Chanhee is already rising from your bed, grabbing his laptop, and sliding his shoes on.
“I think it’s time for me to get out of here,” he tells you with a tight smile on his face. He comes toward you though, holding the flier in his hand. “But, I really think you should call this number. Could really help you both, I think.”
When the door shuts behind your classmate, you sit in silence for a moment. A few moments, really, just holding the first flier that Juyeon ever gave you in your hand. There’s a little bit of water damage from the flooding, but the number in the middle of the page is still there. It’s almost ironic that Juyeon’s phone number is the only part of the advertisement that isn’t ruined, like something was telling you that you needed to call Juyeon.
Your phone rings once, then twice, and you hear the line click on the other side.
“Thank you for calling College Hunks, what junk can we haul for you today?”
It takes Juyeon a little over an hour to get to your apartment. By that point, you’d gathered anything that you didn’t want into trash bags and set them in your living room. Each bag is organized to an extent. Things to be recycled, to be donated, or just thrown away. Most of the items that needed to be thrown away were damaged when your apartment building flooded, each damaged beyond repair. Almost like fate, isn’t it?
There’s a knock on your door. One, two, three. Your hands are shaking a bit when you grab the door handle. One, two, th—
You practically rip the door open before Juyeon can finish knocking. He’s standing there, wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. The outfit he’s wearing is the same as the day he first showed up at your door. White tank top, cargo pants, and some worn-out sneakers. For once, his hair isn’t styled. He’s parted it down the middle, a little bit of gel used to keep it from falling into his face too much.
“Hi,” you breathe out. It’s like Juyeon is stuck in a trance, his hand still frozen mid-knock and his mouth opening and closing like a damn fish. “You— do you want to come in?” Juyeon blinks.
“Uh…yeah, yeah sure.” You step to the side, allowing him to walk into your apartment. It’s awkward, to say the least. When you shut your door, the click makes both of you flinch and suddenly you’ve forgotten everything that you wanted to say to him.
“Is this—” Juyeon’s voice cracks a little bit, and he turns to face you but he doesn’t look you in the eye. “Is this everything?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “yeah it is. Needed to get rid of some stuff after the building flooded, you know?” You laugh, but he doesn’t and you’re quick to shut your mouth. Say something, dammit. Anything. Your mind is screaming, whether at you or Juyeon you aren’t entirely sure. “Juyeon, can we ta—”
“I should get started then,” he cuts you off and you grimace. “Got a couple of appointments today, so I can’t linger for long.”
“Right…” your voice trails off. “Yeah, I’ll get out of your way then.”
Plan A is a bust, then.
Juyeon moves quickly. You don’t know if it’s work ethic or if he wants to get away from you as fast as possible, but it stings. You don’t say anything to each other the whole time, not that you staying in your bedroom the whole time did anything to help the situation. You can hear him moving around, carrying bag after bag down to his car, but not once does he come to talk to you. Not even about the junk he’s carrying out.
Your forehead is against your desk, your eyes shut tightly as you try to block out the noise, knowing that he’ll be carrying out the last bag soon. The sound of your feet tapping on the ground is almost enough to drown out Juyeon, but not quite enough to drown out the knocking at your bedroom door.
Your head snaps up, and you spin around to face Juyeon.
“Hi,” he gives you a tight smile. “I just— I brought out the last bag so I guess— I guess I should go, huh?”
Don’t, you want to tell him, don’t leave yet.
“Yeah, I guess so.” You stand up and clear your throat. “Here, what’s your Venmo? I can send you some money.”
Juyeon shakes his head. “I already told you that you don’t have to pay me.”
“Yeah, you did,” you agree. “But I’d feel bad if I let you leave empty-handed.”
“I’m not leaving emptyhanded, though!” He argues. “I have your junk! Which, surprisingly, all fit into the trunk of my car.”
“Go you,” you cheer halfheartedly. “That’s not gonna stop me from paying you.”
“Pretty girl,” he warns. “I’m not gonna let you pay me.”
“Then I’ll get Chanhee to tell me your Venmo.” You grin and Juyeon rolls his eyes.
“You’re not gonna let this go, will you?”
“Nope,” you let the sound of the p pop when you say it and Juyeon lets out a dry laugh.
“You’re gonna be the death of me, you know that right?”
“That’s the plan.” you look at him, and this time he’s looking right back at you. The awkward air has cleared, and it almost feels normal. Like it was prior to the kiss. God, please let Plan B work. “Are you gonna tell me what your account is, or am I gonna have to find some other way to pay you?”
There’s a spark of something in Juyeon’s eyes, and his eyebrows knit together. Please get it, please get it, please get it. C’mon Juyeon, don’t be dense.
“Some other way?” He echoes, and you mentally cheer when he steps toward you.
“Mhm!” You bob your head. “Like you said, there are other ways to pay you, aren’t there?”
He’s right in front of you now, and you swear you see him start to reach for you before he’s forcing his hands back down to his sides.
“You’re not—” he inhales and squeezes his eyes shut. “Please tell me I’m not misinterpreting this.”
“Depends on what you think I’m saying.” You smirk, and Juyeon starts to lean down, his eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips.
“What I think you’re offering,” he speaks slowly and you can feel his breath on your lips. “Is not exactly…appropriate, pretty girl.”
“And I think you’re right.” You’re practically whispering, every movement from your mouth causes your lips to brush against his and you’re so close to caving and just yanking him down to crush his lips against yours.
Thankfully, Juyeon moves fast and he’s grabbing you by the waist to yank you to him and your hands are in his hair by the time his lips are on your.
This kiss is heavier than the first. It’s messier and sloppier and his tongue is in your mouth, pushing at yours and licking at every nook and cranny that he can reach. You walk him backward to your bed. You don’t separate your mouths, not when you push him down onto your mattress, not when you sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving little crescents indented into his skin.
Juyeon groans at the stinging feeling, sliding his hands under your shirt and gently pushing it up. He does it slowly, giving you time to stop him, but you get impatient and shove him back until he’s lying down. His hands are still on your waist, and he’s watching with a hazy gaze as you lift your shirt over your head and throw it somewhere across the room.
“Shit, pretty girl,” he breathes out and tries to slide his hands up to your chest. You’re smirking when you slap his hands away.
“No touching yet,” you tell him and he groans in response.
“You can’t just do this and not let me touch you!” He whines. “It’s not fair!”
“You should’ve thought about that before you ignored me for a week,” you retort and he falls silent. “It’s fine, though. I’ll just get you back with this.” Your hands reach behind your back and you swiftly unclip your bra and throw that in the direction you’d thrown your shirt in. Juyeon’s hands lurch up to touch you again but you’re faster, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down to his sides with a click of your tongue.
“Y/N please,” Juyeon begs, his breath hitching in his throat when you leave him completely, and he can only watch as you unbutton your jeans and tug the rest of your clothing off. He’s practically drooling as he sits up, watching you undress for him. He watches you walk to your dresser, digging through your drawers for a moment before returning with a long piece of silk. “Oh, you’ve gotta be fucking joking.”
You laugh at his reaction and toss the silk onto the mattress behind him.
“Why would I be joking, Juyeon?” You stand between his legs, and you grin when he doesn’t even try to touch you this time. You can see the tent in his cargo pants and let your hands trace up and down his thighs. “Take off your shirt for me?”
There’s a dangerous look in your eye, one that Juyeon can’t find himself wanting to disobey and he’s lifting his shirt over his head without a second thought. Your eyes widen ever so slightly and Juyeon can’t help but smirk. He knows he’s attractive, knows that his body catches people’s attention and he’s proud of that.
With you, however, there’s something different about how you look at him. Something primal, like a predator looking at her prey and he shifts in his spot.
“Pants too.” He nods and rises to his feet again, tensing when you raise your hands. “What are you stopping for? Get moving, don’t you have other appointments to get to?” Your hands are tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the way he flinches at your touch. You continue to trace his body as he bends down to lower his pants and boxers to the ground. Your hands raise to the backs of his shoulders, to the back of his neck, and let them slip down to his pecs when he stands straight again.
You almost let yourself falter when you see his cock for the first time. It’s big, bigger than any you’ve taken in the past, and you can’t help but imagine what he’d looked like when he was thinking of you. Did he look as messy as he does now, eyes practically crazed, his breathing labored as he fisted himself? Did he watch himself in the mirror, imagining it was your hand instead of his own?
“So pretty, baby.” You breathe out, letting your hand drop down to wrap around his cock. He sucks in a breath, letting it out when he whines at the feeling of you running your hand up and down, squeezing at the base, and rubbing your thumb along the tip. “So pretty.”
You push him back again, releasing him from your grasp and following him as he slides up your bed. You take the silk in your hand, gesturing for him to put his hands above his head, tying the silk tightly around his wrists so he can’t get loose. Juyeon lets out another broken whine when you straddle him, running your fingers over your core and gathering the wetness on your fingers. You allow yourself to moan quietly, gauging Juyeon’s reaction to you touching yourself. He’s staring with his mouth hanging open, his cock twitching against his abdomen as he watches you sink two fingers into your core. He whines when your body shudders against him, when you curl your fingers up into you.
“Is this what you think about, Juyeon?” You try your best to keep your voice steady when you speak. “Do you think about this when you touch yourself? When you lock yourself in the bathroom, jacking off to the thought of me like some little virgin?” He doesn’t respond, too lost in the sight of you riding your own hand.
He doesn’t see you reach your free hand up, gasping when he feels you squeeze your fingers around his throat. Not too tightly, but enough to get his attention back on you.
“I asked you a question, baby.” You pull your fingers out of your dripping pussy, gazing at the arousal covering your hand and humming in thought. “I guess I should give a reason to not answer, shouldn’t I?”
“Please,” Juyeon whispers out, and you smile when you raise your fingers to his mouth.
“Go on then,” you tell him, “suck.”
His head lurches forward, taking your fingers into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you. He runs his tongue along your fingers, and you inhale sharply, your eyelids drooping when he tries to open his eyes, trying to watch and gauge your reaction.
“Cleanin’ me up good, hm?” You pull your fingers from his mouth and Juyeon takes this time to catch his breath, to gather himself. You don’t give him long though, no more than a few moments before you’re grabbing his cock in your dainty hand and lining it up with your pussy.
“Fuck,” Juyeon throws his head back, his hands curling into fists, and groaning as you sink down on him. Your walls are squeezing so tightly around him, and he knows it has to be a stretch for you but you act as if it was nothing for you, as if he didn’t hit that sweet spot inside of you just by you sinking down on him. You let your eyes drift shut, fighting back the urge to start riding him until he has nothing left to give you. You can feel him twitching inside of you, knowing that he’s close just from your warm walls squeezing around him. “Fuck, pretty girl, please.”
“Please what, baby?” You coo, the hand on his throat squeezing gently. He whines and you grin. “Use those words, pretty boy. You can do it.”
“Let me fuck you,” he gasps out and you let out a yelp when he thrusts his hips up and sends you falling over his body.
Your breasts are in his face now, and he doesn’t give you the chance to do anything before he’s bringing his arms down and trapping you against him as best he can. He thrusts his hips up, driving his cock into you at a pace that you couldn’t keep up with if you tried. He reaches his head up, his teeth latching onto one of your nipples and practically forcing you to follow him as he brings his head back down. Juyeon sucks at your breast, pinning your chest against his face with his arms that he’s brought to rest between your shoulder blades. Every one of his thrusts sends you up his body, but he does his damn best to keep you in place, sucking and licking and biting at both of your tits, groaning every time your cunt clenches around him.
You feel like you can’t breathe, the air being punched out of you in broken moans and pitched whines. Juyeon is in about the same state as you, the noises he’s letting out are louder than yours, more frequent, and it brings a fresh wave of arousal washing over you.
“Are you close, pretty boy?” You gasp out. “Gonna— gonna cum for me?”
“Fuck, yes,” He throws his head back, his hips stuttering against yours. You bring one of your hands down to your clit, rubbing furious circles into it, letting your walls flutter around him and drawing both of you closer to your orgasms.
When you cum, it has you seeing stars. Your orgasm has you crying out his name, has you clenching around him so tightly that he’s finishing not long after you. You sink your body back, rolling your hips gently over his and placing a firm kiss on his lips. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, swallowing the sounds he makes as he pumps white hot cum into your core. It’s less of a kiss this time, though, and more teeth gnashing together and biting at each other’s lips.
His hips slow down after a minute or two, and you let your body relax against his, reaching up to untie the silk around his wrists.
“Fucking finally,” he groans and lets his hands roam your sweaty body. “Thought I was gonna die if you kept me tied up any longer.” You laugh, letting your head drop to his chest.
“That’s what you get for making me wait.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he rolls his eyes at you. “And you called me a try-hard.”
“Because you are, Juyeon.” You roll off of him, staring at your ceiling while you lay next to him on your mattress.
“Whatever you say, pretty girl,” he rolls his head to look at you with a cheeky grin on his face.
“Why are you smiling like that?” Your eyebrows knit together. He just keeps smiling. “What, stripper boy.”
“You know what all this means, right?” You shrug.
“That I have to go to all your parties now or you’re gonna hunt me down?” He laughs and you smile a bit.
“That, and I get to call you my girlfriend.”
“I never agreed to that.” You deny, turning on your side and facing him fully.
“Sure you did! It was at the very bottom of the flier I gave you.” He tells you.
“No, it wasn’t.” You frown.
“Yeah, it was!” He sits up, reaching for the second flier he gave you that had been placed on your bedside table. “See? Right there at the bottom in tiny font that I knew you wouldn’t pay attention to!” You squint at the words he’s pointing at and let out a scoff.
“Seriously, stripper boy? If your name is Y/N L/N and you redeem this offer, you are legally obligated to become Lee Juyeon’s boyfriend, whether you like it or not. Xoxo.” You push the paper back into his hands. "When did you even put this on there? We hardly knew each other when you gave me this flier."
“I told you!” He beams and lays back down. “You’re my girlfriend now.”
"Cute, but that doesn't answer my question, stripper boy." He digs his fingers into your side, pulling you closer to him, and grins.
"Does it matter?"
"I mean...I guess not?"
"Exactly."
“Does this mean that when we break up, I get half of all your assets?” He glares at you playfully.
“Fuck, no.”
“Damn…” you sigh and lay down with your head on his chest. “I guess I’ll have to put up with you for life then, huh?”
“Mhm.” He cards his hands through your hair, gently combing through the knots. “You excited to spend the next 75 years with me, girlfriend?”
“Not at all, boyfriend.”
“Yes, you are.”
“…Try-hard.”
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what you deserve
soft dom!juyeon x f!reader x mean dom!hyunjae
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your bf younghoon is just a dick... your best friends just want to show you what you deserve
nsfw tags under the cut
slut shaming reader (hj calls her easy), lots of teasing, fingering (because have you seen juyeon's hands? gotta put those to use), begging, pet names (princess, doll, baby, kitten), praising, degradation (slut, whore), slight dumbification, nipple play, unprotected sex but reader is on the pill (these stunts are performed by professionnals don't try this at home), spitroasting/eiffel tower, multiple orgasms (f), oral (m), creampie, double penetration, anal
a/n: would you believe me if i said it took 1 whole ass fucking year to finish this? (yes i started writing on the 1st October 22) (smh)
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Deep down you knew it wasn’t true. You knew Younghoon couldn’t be your soulmate. Most of the time he would ditch you to go hang out with his friends and not return your calls or texts for the whole night then turn up home completely drunk and smelling of an other woman's perfume, even if he denied it every time. So saying Younghoon wasn’t the best boyfriend was to say the least an understatement.
Deep down you knew that. You knew he didn’t really love you but just used you for entertainment purposes.
So why? Why? Did you still believe that little voice in your head? Despite the sleepless nights, despite the countless tears shed, despite the pain. You still believed you two had a chance, you still believed you could fix him…
But did you still love him?
“What are you doing?” the stern voice of Hyunjae erupted from beside you, sitting with you on the comfortable and cushioned couch, making you jump and hurriedly hide your screen from his scrutinizing eyes.
“Huh? Hmm… Nothing” you lied, quickly typing out the rest of your text to your boyfriend.
“She’s talking to Younghoon” Juyeon snitched, seated right at your other side, as he perfectly accomplished a dangerous maneuver with Princess Peach’s pink kart securing the first place right in front of Hyunjae.
Hyunjae groaned but you didn’t know if it was because he was certain to lose the race or if it was well… because of you.
“Y/N!” He shouted putting the controller down before even finishing the race.
Well… you knew now.
“I can’t believe you’re still with that fucking asshole” Hyunjae whistled through gritted teeth.
You knew Hyunjae despised Younghoon, hence why you were trying to hide away the screen from the eyes of your best friend. But as you turned the device the other way Juyeon snatched it from your hands.
“What did she send ?” Hyunjae avidly asked.
“Please don’t read it” you asked Juyeon, pleading eyes bordering on begging to preserve the ridiculous trace amount of pride you had left and not read yet another text in which you bent over backwards for your ungrateful boyfriend.
“I’m not gonna read it” Juyeon declared. You exhaled in relief while Hyunjae scoffed. “But I am going to take it away for the rest of the night”.
“What? Please give it back” you tried to reach for it but Juyeon was way taller and had longer arms there was no way you would be able to take it back from him.
“No. Just enjoy a fun gaming night with us. Okay?” Juyeon smiled at you with that adorable eye smile that you’ve been unable to say no to since middle school.
“Fine”
You played a little more Mario Kart but it was as if the atmosphere had changed.
“Can I ask you something ?” Juyeon finally asked.
There he goes again… You thought.
The three of you were best friends for almost as long as you could remember and you knew them like the back of your hands.
When something awkward like that happened Hyunjae and yourself would rather ignore it and you would give each other time to forgive and forget but not Juyeon. He would just bluntly speak his truth.
“Sure” you said as you paused the game and Hyunjae groaned again.
“Why him?” Juyeon asked, putting his phone down. You sighed in annoyance and the
question.
“I don’t know, Juyeon, OK? I don't know why I love him.” You said as you rubbed your aching temple.
“You can do so much better though!” He protested while Hyunjae looked at you with stern eyes.
“You deserve someone that’s going to be thoughtful and kind” Juyeon almost whispered with his deep voice, bringing the back of his hand to your cheek.
With this simple touch the atmosphere had changed again. Juyeon’s cat-like eyes fixed on your lips, leaning dangerously as you felt his warm reassuring touch on your cheek. It felt safe and somehow you didn’t have it in you to pull away.
“Someone like me? Maybe?” he murmured, his lips grazing yours. He paused right there. Giving you one last chance to pull away, to remain faithful to your morals but… how could you? You felt the heat radiating from his face and his soft breath fanning your cheeks. You didn’t want him to stop.
So he leaned in to close the distance between your lips and finally kissed you. The electric charge from the thrill of kissing your best friend traveled from your lips all the way down to your core, making your guts stir in excitement.
Juyeon’s hand moved from your cheek to your nape to gently press your lips further onto his own, slightly parting them to let his tongue lap at yours. Heat pulled in your lower stomach while your eyelids fluttered close, losing yourself in this kiss. Juyeon’s large palm sliding up your thigh as he kissed you softly.
“Right, my princess? “ he whispered, breaking the kiss, leaving your lips yearning for more, you nodded, looking at him through your lashes when you heard Hyunjae scoff behind you.
The brief sound brought you back to reality. You whipped your head to your side where you are greeted by the icy cold gaze of the older one, eyeing you scornfully.
“You’re wasting your time” he said, maintaining the unwavering eye contact. “She doesn’t care about this…” he brought his hand to your cheek caressing slightly before he shifted to entangle his slender fingers around your hair “She only likes pain” he said before suddenly giving a quick and sharp pull, ripping from your lips a surprised whimper, which made Hyunjae smirk evilly.
“I knew it” he whispered, bending over you and pressing his hot lips to your cheek. "You only yearn to be treated like the little whore that you are. You want to be my little slut. Want me to hurt you, huh?" he said before he used your hair again to make you turn your head, breaking your neck into position and crashing his lips onto yours. The difference with Juyeon was blatant, overwhelming even. Hyunjae was devouring you. It was clear he wasn’t intending to ask for anything. He was demanding, he was taking what was his. And you were ready to give it all up to him… To them.
You felt Juyeon’s rough hands wrap around your waist from behind while he planted soft kisses and bites from your nape to your ear. Licking and nibbling around it while you felt his hands make quick work of rolling up your skirt past your waist line. You gasped when his large palm brushed against the thin skin of your inner thigh which Hyunjae saw as an opportunity to kiss you even deeper as you moaned into his mouth.
“Spread your legs for me, doll” Juyeon cooed, lips still pressed to the wet patch of skin on your neck. “Good girl” he praised when you did. His large palm brushed over your clothed center and you arched your back in an unpremeditated reflex, pushing your hips forward onto the older man. You felt Hyunjae’s lips pull into a sly smirk.
“Really?” he said, breaking the kiss “Already offering yourself like this?” he chuckled. "You're so fucking easy. Anyone could get it with you"
You whimpered and squirmed in embarrassment but kept your legs wide open nonetheless, which Hyunjae didn’t fail to notice. He scoffed.
“What a little slut you are” he drew back, eyes sweeping across your whole figure to finally settle on your most private part.
When Juyeon finally pushed your panties to the side and let the living room ceiling light shine directly on your center you felt like you were going to faint from the adrenaline rapidly rushing to your brain, making your breath itch in your throat. Hyunjae caught his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Look at that we barely even touched you and you’re already this wet?” Hyunjae spat with one cocked eyebrow, peering at your slicked and glistening folds with disdain.
You opened your mouth to talk back, to defend yourself but you could only deeply sigh in bliss as Juyeon's rough hand brushed against your unclothed bundle of nerves. And it was only then that you realized how right Hyunjae was and how wet you actually were.
Your wetness had soaked through the panties and was nearly dripping down to the floor. Juyeon had no trouble gathering and spreading it all over you. He gently and slowly circled your swollen nub, teasing it, lewd wet and squelching sounds erupting from the shameless act. Making you inexorably wetter and hungry for more.
He kept teasing you slowly as he laid wet kisses on the side of your neck, heavily breathing into your ear while Hyunjae palmed his hard member through his tighter-than-ever pants thoroughly enjoying you being spread in full display for him.
After what felt like hours of teasing you finally gathered the courage to protest in the form of a tiny high pitched whimper.
“What's wrong, my baby?” Juyeon huffed into your ear before sucking on your lobe, the heat from his mouth raised goosebumps on your skin.
“Please” you mustered, barely above a whisper.
“Please what?” he asked as you felt his lips on your neck being pulled into a smirk.
“Please I want your fingers inside me” you murmured as if you almost didn’t want the words you were speaking to actually be heard but to no avail. Both of your best friends heard you clear as day.
“Pathetic” Hyunjae said as he seemed to be palming himself with more pressure, looking anything but displeased.
“Anything for you, my princess” Juyeon cooed and immediately sunk his middle finger inside you, a disproportionately large palm resting over your mound. He circled his finger deep inside and you felt his blunt nail graze on your g spot which made you whimper and throw your head back, resting it on his shoulder.
The dull pleasure was making your head spin so much that you didn’t even hear when Hyunjae unzipped his jeans and slipped out of his boxers.
“Yeah finger fuck her. I’ll fuck her throat” he scoffed while he approached you, hard dick in hand. “Come here” he said as he forcefully pulled you towards him. The hot tip pressed against your closed mouth and precum glazed your bottom lip.
As if the stars aligned, at the exact same time as Hyunjae pushed his cock past your lips Juyeon slipped a second finger inside you, thick and long fingers stretching you out so perfectly. You moaned as Hyunjae slipped inside you, his taste spreading on your tongue, adding even more fuzz to your already foggy thoughts.
“Fuck” he said under his breath, grabbing a fistfull of your hair, bending your neck backwards and forcing you to look up at him. The pain on your scalp took your mind off the rising pleasure Juyeon was inflicting on you and you looked up at the older male with teary eyes while he kept on pushing his dick inside your wet mouth until he had to force the last couple of centimeters down your throat. And he stayed there. Look down at you as you choked on his length.
“Such a good girl for us. You take him so well, baby” Juyeon praised you as he picked up the pace, making your eyes roll back. “So pretty all stretched out and wet for us.”
“Keep your mouth open” Hyunjae whispered before finally pulling out to let you have a quick breather before he smashed his hips back into your face, setting a rapid rhythm. The burning sensation in your throat made your heart race and as Juyeon was having his way with you, circling and flicking your clit you felt the precious build up of your release forming in the pit of your stomach.
“Fuck” Hyunjae groaned as he kept on the furious pace. “It’s like this mouth was made for me. Perfectly fitted little cocksleeve” he tugged at your hair again, making you moan on his length.
You almost lost your mind when Juyeon brought his second hand to circle your clit as the other one was still pumping in and out of you. Your muffled moans grew louder on Hyunjae’s cock, the vibrations making him shiver.
“Baby you’re so tight” Juyeon murmured in your hot ear. “You wanna cum?” he asked, slipping a third finger inside you and you almost came on the spot as you were deliciously stretched out top and bottom by your best friends. “You can cum, kitten.”
It’s the only thing you needed as your body was waiting for this command to immediately let go of the knot. You quivered and moaned, while your jaw went lax around Hyunjae. Your center tightly gripping on Juyeon’s digits, desperate to ever let them go. Twitching and spasming in delicious bliss.
“Good girl” Juyeon cooed as he gradually slowed down allowing you to ride off your high at your own speed.
“I can’t believe you fucking came already.” Hyunjae spat at you with mean eyes as he pulled his cock from your agape mouth, you took a deep breath and sighed in bliss.
But you looked down when you felt two hands going up your thighs and you were met with Hyunjae’s glacial eyes.
“You won’t need that anymore” without a heads up he tore away your panties, ripping them to shreds with a grunt as you gasped in surprise. “I want to know how this little pussy feels like” he whispered through gritted teeth, eyeing you like candy, avid hands pulling at your hips to bring you closer to the edge on the couch. In some kind of protective reflex you wanted to close your legs but Juyeon hands that were still glistening with your wetness kept them open.
“Can you be a good girl for us and keep your legs nice and spread like this?” his deep voice asked softly. The tone was soft, slightly contrasting with the strong grasp on both your thighs.
You nodded.
“Good girl”
Hyunjae didn't wait for a second. He brought his scolding hot tip to your folds and glazed himself into your juices, thoroughly coating his length as he pumped his fist around it a couple of times before pushing the tip in.
Immediately your eyes rolled to the back of your skull and your arch your back into the couch, biting your bottom lip trying not to moan. That attempt turned out to be a failure as Hyunjae progressed inside your wet heat. When he bottomed out you let out a small cry of pleasure. As Juyeon felt your thighs twitch lightly he withdrew his hands to bring them up to your chest and kneed your breasts. His large hands lifted your top and pulled on your bra releasing your beautiful tits which made Hyunjae grunt as he fucked himself inside your cunt. Juyeon’s big palm laid over the two lumps of sensitive flesh and worked them gently, his fingers curling around your nipples to roll them around.
“So pretty, baby” Juyeon cooed into your ear, looking over your shoulder at how your tits bounced every time Hyunjae drilled his cock into you. Juyeon can’t take it anymore, he also wants to know how you feel around him and you feel him slip from behind you. You instantly miss his warm hands over your body. But the disappointment is short-lived. Because you feel his hand softly wrap around your jaw, pulling your face to look up at him. Your gaze quickly dropped from his gentle eyes to his thick cock laying heavily in his hands as he pumped himself a couple of times approaching the wet tip to your lips.
Instinctively your lips parted to let your tongue swipe and have a taste of his essence. Which made Juyeon hiss in pleasure, fist growing stronger around his cock, making the veins of his forearm pop. He drove his cock into your mouth, earning a low grunt from him. You lips painfully stretched to accommodate to Juyeon’s girth.
“Fuckk” he cursed under his breath. “Such a good girl taking my cock like this”. He said wrapping his long fingers around your nape, giving you an encouraging push. You didn’t need more to quicken your pace, gobbling his cock as far as you could manage without hesitation.
“What a fucking whore” Hyunjae grunted as he gave you one particularly strong thrust, the sharp pleasure making you moan on Juyeon’s length. “You love cock so much? Look at you swallowing his cock like it’s your only goal in life?” He picked up the pace smashing his hips into yours. Your attention switching from Juyeon to Hyunjae. “Is that it? You’re only goal is to be filled with cocks?”
“Phhfuckk” you attempted to say, your mouth full to the brim.
“So pretty baby.” Juyeon cooed as he started to thrust into your mouth when your attention got diverted. “So pretty full of cocks”
The coil in your guts tightened again as your gaze fluttered between Jueyon’s soft smile and Hyunjae’s mean eyes. Once again close to the edge.
“Keep going. She’s going to cum” Juyeon said to his friend. Not daring to take his eyes off your wet ones. Hyunjae scoffed.
“Again?” he said, gripping your thighs tighter and drilling his cock into you harder as he felt your cunt clamp around him, dangerously fluttering. “Go ahead and cum. It’s all you’re good for.” he said, one hand leaving your thigh to slap against your cunt. The pain made you choke on Juyeon.
“Fuck” he grunted while your mumbled intelligibly, earning another slap before Hyunjae started to draw small and quick circles on your swollen and painful little clit.
That made you cross the edge again. Your body shook against Hyunjae’s relentless hips. Your pussy clenching around him and fluttering in delicious and intoxicating pleasure. Screams of bliss muffled by Juyeon’s length, making him shiver, bucking his hips into your mouth a little harsher.
Hyunjae pulled out quickly and wanted to stuff you back but was interrupted by Juyeon.
“Come on man, it’s my turn now” Juyeon said, taking his dick out of your mouth, letting you take deep breaths as you slowly came down from your high.
“Fine” Hyunjae spat as he got out of between your legs. “I was almost done” he mumbled.
Juyeon sat beside you on the couch once again he looked at you and patted his thighs.
“Ride me baby” he said and you immediately hopped on his lap. Your tits shoved in his face he took a deep breath, letting his brain be soaked with the pheromone filled smell of sex that was imprinted into your sweaty skin.
You took his length between your fingers and pumped a couple of times before you sunk your hips into his cock.
“Ffffuck” Juyeon sighed, before licking a big stripe between your tits, collecting the glistening sweat.
Hyunjae didn’t miss one second of the show. He pumped his cock as he watched you bounce on his friend’s cock. Looking attentively at the way your pussy spread wide to take him in, spitting him out covered with your slick, all of that forming a beautiful soundtrack of moans, grunts and squelching wet sounds.
Hyunjae kept on fisting his rock hard and dripping cock as the same rhythm as you lifted your hips and let them smash back down.
“How is it in there, dude?” he asked Juyeon.
“F-fucking great” he responded not taking your tits out his mouth.
“Yeah I know. Slutty cunts are the best. Because they just suit anyone.” He said letting his free hand slap your ass. Making you arch your back and bounce even harder. A silent plea for more. And it’s exactly what you got. “And this one she’s one real easy whore. Letting anyone fuck her raw” He spanked your ass again, even harder this times, leaving a beautiful print behind on your skin. “Isn’t it right, slut?”
“Yesssss!!!!” you panted, bouncing even harder, the familiar build up heating up in your guts again, Juyeon’s large hands gripping the underside of your thighs and aiding you bounce on him while he muffled his moans in your chest. “I’m a slut a real fucking whore for you. I love both your cocks so much”
“Is that so?” Hyunjae said, tilting his head, his lips being pulled in a sly smirk as an idea blossomed in his lust soaked mind.
He approached his tip to your ass, rubbing his hard-on on your cheeks. Before leaning over and spitting a big wad right into your pucker. Making the hole blink.
“Since you love our cock so much. You don’t mind me taking your ass, right?” he said pressing his tip still wet with your slick into your only available hole.
“Oh G-god” you chocked when you felt your ass being spread open.
“Please” Hyunjae chuckled still pushing inside you. “Just call me Hyunjae” he said cockily as he pushed the last inch into your bottomless hole.
“Fuckkk it feels so good” he cried out stopping your hips, your nails digging into Juyeon’s shoulders, urging him to fuck up into your cunt. He did so immediately. His dick grazing against Hyunjae’s inside your ass.
“Fuckk” the older one hissed when he felt the coming and going of his friend through the small membrane that separated both your holes.
He started to fuck into your asshole as soon as you looked accustomed to him. He loved to watch the way your asshole dragged into his cock every time he pulled out just to welcome him back into your warmth once he pushed back in.
“Fuck baby you’re so good to us” Juyeon as lightly tugging at your erect nipple with his teeth. “So pretty for us. So fucking good.” He panted fucking his hips uo into you, making your pussy cream around him, wet sounds bouncing of the walls.
He was so close. So fucking close he could taste it.
“Fuck kitten. I’m going to cum soon” he said, grip growing stronger on your thighs.
“Yeah please. Please!! Please fill me up!” you urged when you felt another slap into your ass.
“What a filthy fucking slut begging for cum like that” Hyunjae groaned. “Want mine too whore?”
“Yees fuck please. yesyesyesyesyes!!!” you chanted, feeling both of your holes grip around the cock that were both plowing into you, rearranging your guts so deliciously.
“Then fucking take it” Hyunjae says slipping his hand into your hair and pulling harshly. Letting his cock pump your ass full of tasty hot cum, his hips absolutely rutting into your ass, grunting and moaning. So much so that it made the cum spill out and drip on his friend's cock. But both of them couldn’t care less.
“Fuck baby. ‘m- c-” Juyeon can’t even bring himself to make full sentences and follows right after Hyunjae. You feel his enormous cock twitch inside you, delivering an ungodly amount of white hot cum right in the deepest part of you, if it wasn’t for the pill you were taking you’d be sure to be knocked up right away. His dick brush again against your soft spot and the way you feel both your holes filled with cum make you tip over the edge. And you find yourself squirting all over both their dicks in a pleasure filled scream. Your juices spray out of you in big streams, completely soaking Juyeon laid under you which makes his hips stutter a little. This orgasm is the most intense one of the night, making both your holes flutter. Your cunt clenching around Juyeon and your asshole blinking around Hyunjae while you pant and moan in complete euphoria.
The next few instants are a blur. None of you speak, only pants and sighs can be heard. All three of you, piled up on top of each other, drained and content. But the blissful silence is interrupted by the low vibrations of a phone..
A phone? your phone!
Juyeon haphazardly reaches into the pocket of his jeans laying somewhere near and holds the device to you.
You have dozens of unread texts from Younghoon and even more missed calls. Poor thing… he’s not used to you going silent on him. Not his precious and naive girlfriend.
You pushed your messy hair out of your face and picked up the call.
“Yeah?” you say voice sounding a little rough, nothing surprising given the things that were just in your mouth and roughing up your throat.
“What the fuck are you doing? Why aren't you answering your texts?” Younghoon asks, panic seeping in his rushed voice.
Hyunjae chuckled coldly behind you.
“Come cuddle baby.” Juyeon said, pouting so much it was audible.
“WHO THE FUCK IS THAT???? Y/N??? IS THAT JUYEON???”
“Hmmmm” you hesitated before Hyunjae snatched the phone from behind you.
“You guys are done. Don’t call her again”
“WHAT THE F-”
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bf things with tbz
sfw, gn reader , similar to my subtle skinships but something a little new ♡ hope you enjoy
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waking up before you to prepare breakfast and maybe even pack a lunch for your school or work day
drawing bubble baths for you (and if you ask him to join of course he will oblige)
day trips!! always opens the car door for you and makes sure you're buckled up before leaving
buying you gifts especially jewelry and leaving it on your bed while you’re away so you have something sweet to come home to
literally already acts like a husband to you like . once you do get married not much will change,,he worships you
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playing his guitar when you can’t sleep
making playlists with songs that remind him of you/your relationship. sometimes he sends them to u and they're called like "for my love"
wants you to be involved with his family and includes you in his calls and facetimes with them
likes driving you to spots and parking just to listen to music and talk with you
very even-keeled and becomes your rock. always there to listen to you talk about your day looking at you with heart eyes the whole time.
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always getting you little things when he travels on tour like even if its a little keychain, and writes a little note or card to go with it
regularly talks about your future together like it's obvious you're life partners
literally never argues with you,, even when you disagree he's very sensitive to you and just wants to work things out peacefully with you.
you're his whole world. he adores you, has to let everyone (including you) know as much as possible, reminds you he's a better person because he met you.
will drop everything to make sure you're ok. brings you drinks or food when he can during your day. if you're feeling down he will like - run errands for you, bring you snacks etc
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regularly brings you to his family home bc he knows how much his parents (and darong) love you
sends you pics of the sunset when he’s away at work but thinking about you
frequent hugs with kisses that start from the top of your head until he works his way down to your cheeks
has to be holding your hand,, crossing the street? laces your fingers for safety, sitting down together? grabs your hand and kisses the back of it
likes when you do his hair care and fix it for him the best. closes his eyes and hums when you're putting the product in and massaging his scalp
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petting your hair when he’s sat next to you and his arm around you also loves to give you shoulder/neck/head massages to relieve your stress
always keeping an eye out to make sure you’re good in social situations (he may seem aloof but he’s in tune with you!!) ur happiness is his happiness
that being said . sometimes he doesn’t realize when you’re flirting with him he just thinks you’re making conversation T^T but then he catches on and tries to play into it which usually ends up in yall giggling maybe kissing
refuses to let you pay for anything, provides for you happily
so patient with you, always listening attentively with eye contact and appropriate responses <3 an angel
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always trying to make you laugh whether it be twerking, sending you tiktoks he thinks you’ll like
baking and cooking for you ! his lucky taste tester,, literally doesn’t care if you just sit there and watch him but would love if you joined him!!
loves that you have a good relationship with stella lowk gets jealous when she texts you with news before him
brags about you to anyone that will listen "they're so funny and cool and great and smart,, i'm so lucky"
makes up little songs to narrate what you're doing even if it's like. the dishes -_-
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couple fashion yes yes ! obsessed with taking ootd pics with you
expect his whole camera roll to be you and his favorites are all the ones of you together
always attentive to you whether it be getting something off your clothes, getting you water, reminding you to rest and offering his shoulder when he notices you're tired, moving your necklace clasp to the back, etc
lowkey gets nervous around you like NOT THAT HE'S NOT COMFORTABLE but if you give him too much eye contact he starts blushing and laughing
always leaning on you, head on your shoulder, hanging on you holding your hand/arm. JUST loves u sm and wants to be close to you it's sweet.
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wants to “do your hair” and ends up knotting it up (he’ll brush it out though)
gives you really weird hypothetical situations bc he knows you'll actually put thought into your answers <3
he's a silly guy but he likes his chill time and loves it more when you're with him. sometimes he'll bring you home and you take ghana on walks together,, or he just wants to watch a movie with your feet propped across his lap yktv
whenever you're out together at a cafe or restaurant he always lets you taste his order before him and lets you have as much as you want if you like it
will bite you. you'll just be laying together and he bites whatever part is closest NOT even hard enough to leave marks like juyeon but just enough where he can express his ,,,, cute aggression
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shares his love through food with you
has a specific time slot for you in his week set aside for just spending time together whether he's taking you out or spending a night with snacks and a movie :>
loves when he can get you up early to watch the sunrise together (always brings coffee/tea and a pastry for you)
your biggest cheerleader. literally texts you with a message every morning encouraging you for the day
comes home singing loudly to announce his presence. you're the first thing he looks for when he walks through the door and has to give you an ENGULFING hug and at least 3 kisses on your face to prove how much he missed you
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saying you’re “too far” when there’s more than 5cm between you
if he's sitting across from you he holds your hand(s) INSIDE his sleeves
low-hanging fruit but he absolutely has a folder FULL of songs about you
loves nights where he's just laying in between your legs or when he's holding you,, either way just wants you close, doting on you all night
pretends to be too cool for being your sweet angel baby sugarplum fairy but when you pull away from showering him in affection he goes "why did you stop -_-"
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has a picture of you as his lockscreen and his wallpaper, in his wallet, on his mirror, a framed one on his dresser, etc. etc.
if you're watching a movie and an attractive person comes on, he covers your eyes with his hands and says you should only be looking at him bc he thinks he's sooooo funny
always buys you a mango juice or whatever drink you like when he gets his from the convenience store
wants to include you in everything he does as much as possible whether it be going out with his friends, all his days off, his early morning walks
needs his face as close to yours as possible; kissing your cheeks/eyelids/nose biting your ear, etc etc
do not repost or rework/copy any of my posts here or on other sites
#i be talking to them every day too oops#tbz fluff#the boyz fluff#the boyz#tbz#tbz scenarios#tbz x reader#hyunjae#sunwoo#chanhee#haknyeon#tbz reactions#tbz imagines#the boyz sunwoo#sunwoo imagines#eric sohn#tbz eric imagines#hyunjae imagines#juyeon x reader#juyeon imagines#sangyeon#sangyeon imagines#the boyz scenarios#the boyz reactions#new tbz#kim sunwoo x reader#tbz timestamps#jacob bae#jacob the boyz#kevin moon
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⋆ ˚｡⋆ 𖥤. ˚ J U Y E O N
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not just friends ⟡ juyeon
summary: juyeon’s plans to interrupt your one-night-stand involves him arriving at your place completely drunk, and confessing his love for you
wc: 2879, SFW, open ending, lovesick!juyeon, possessive!juyeon, juyeon’s obsessed with you
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In The Practice Room - Lee Juyeon
W/C: 4.2K
Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog or a pfp. Minors DNI or get blocked!
Warnings: Smut, pole dancing, explicit language, public sex, boob play, nipple sucking, palming, clit stimulation, fingering, pet/nicknames, unprotected sex (reader’s on the pill), mirror sex, scratching, aftercare.
Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!
“Ju, are you sure you’re allowed to show me?” You ask as he leads you down the hallway towards the practice room. He was holding your hand as he was leading you. “Isn’t it supposed to be a surprise for Deobi?” He pushes the door open and pulls you inside before shutting it, eleven poles were set up around the room.
“But I want to show you, you should see it before we take it to the stage,” He says as he releases your hand. “Trust me, you should see it,” He moves towards the stereo. “And I also need your thoughts and opinion about it,” You nod your head and move towards him to stand near the stereo.
“Okay, but I think you’re asking the wrong person about an opinion,” You say and lean against the table. “I know when someone dances well, but I’m not an expert, you know that, right?”
“I know,” He says. “But, just watch and then let me know what you think, okay?” You nod your head and watch as he makes his way towards one of the poles. “Can you hit the play button for me, it’s on the right track,” You nod your head and pick up the button to press play on the stereo, you put it down and turn to look in his direction and watch as he grips onto the pole.
Juyeon had told you that they were working on a special stage for a song, but you didn’t think it was with poles. You watch as his body moves, and he makes the pole part of everything, it is like they have become one. You feel your jaw drop as you watch him grip the pole, his veins form on his hands and slowly travel up his arms, you have no idea where to look, his hands, his body or his face. The song ends, and another one begins playing, pulling you out of your trance.
“Oh,” You mumble as you quickly scramble to pick up the remote again to switch the stereo off, you finally stop the song and put the remote down before slowly turning around to find a smiling Juyeon looking at you as if he had just not pole dancing. “I… That was…” You weren’t sure how to respond to what you had just seen. “Ju…” He makes his way up to you. “I…”
“I don’t know if your reaction is a good thing or a bad thing,” He says. He stops in front of you, and you can feel how heated your cheeks are. “So, was it a good or bad?”
“I, well, it was good,” You say. “It was good, I… wasn’t expecting that,” You slowly nod your head, trying to find the right words to say. “But uh… that was hot, Ju,” You could see something flicker in his eyes before he stepped closer to you, his hands moving to your waist and gripping you.
“It was?” He asks and pulls you flush against him, his crotch presses against yours, and you feel your cheeks heating up more and feel your stomach drop. “How hot?”
“Fucking hot…” You breathe out. You close the distance between you both, kissing him hotly and hungrily, your hand moves to the back of his head and curl your fingers into his locks, he slowly backs you up until your back hits the wall near the stereo, and your mind is growing fuzzy as your skin was slowly heating up, the air surrounding you was slowly becoming hot. “Ju…” You mutter against his lips, he bites your bottom lip before pulling at it and releasing it. “Ju…” His lips travel down your neck and his hands slide over your hips and your ass before squeezing just below your ass cheeks. “Fuck, Ju…” His large hands were creating such a warmth, and you could feel his fingers pressing close to your pussy.
“Hmm, yes?” He mutters against your neck between kisses. You could feel yourself growing wet at his low tone and at how he was touching and kissing you.
“We’re in the practice room,” You say. You didn’t want to stop, but you had to, anyone could walk in on you like this. “We should go home,” He pulls back and looks at you, some strands of his hair had fallen over his eyes that had now darkened with lust and need, and a hunger to have and taste you. “Ju, fuck.”
“Let’s lock the door,” He mutters. He releases the back of your legs and takes a step back, your hand falls away from his hair and your other hand drops from his shoulder. “Home is too far away right now,” Your eyes fall to his pants and see a slight tent forming. He turns away and makes his way towards the door, you hear the lock click as he locks it, and you can feel your heart rate picking up. Were you about to have sex with the man you loved in a practice room? Yes, yes you were.
He makes his way back to you with long and quick strides before pushing you against the wall, your hands instantly move to his shoulders to grip him, his hands grip your shirt and pull it upwards and places his hands flush against your bare skin, his hands were warm as he slid them over your ribs and towards your breasts that were being held by your bra.
“We should turn the music on,” You mutter. “Nobody would hear anything over how loud it's been turned,” He nods his head and pulls one hand away from you and retracts it from underneath your shirt and reaches for the remote to turn the stereo on again. Music quickly fills the room, and he drops the controller before his hand is right back underneath your shirt and making its way to your boob. He cups your breasts through your bra and slowly kneads his fingers into them, the palms of his hands rub against your nipples through the bra, and you can feel yourself growing wetter.
“This feels so bad, yet so good,” He mutters as he leans his head closer to you, you tilt your head back and close your eyes as you feel his nose brush along your neck before his lips press against your collarbone.
“It’s naughty of us,” You mumble as you move one of your hands to the back of his head and slowly massage your fingers into his scalp as his locks move between your fingers. “But it makes it a little exciting,” He pulls back, and you immediately pull your hands away from him and open your eyes as he grips the hem of your shirt, you lift your arms and let him remove your shirt.
“We’ll worry about the rest later,” He says with a half smirk on his lips as he drops your shirt to the floor, he reaches for the hem of your bra and lifts it upwards as well, removing it swiftly. You move your hands to the hem of his shirt and pull it upwards, making sure that your knuckles are making contact with his skin as you remove it. He lifts his arms, and you pull his shirt off, dropping the piece of fabric where yours had landed. He moves closer to you and dips his head lower and presses his forehead against your chest, his lips touch your skin, and you feel him leaving soft kissing along your skin.
“Hmm, Ju…” You mumble. His lips quickly make their way to your nipple and within seconds they latch onto your nipple, and he begins sucking on it. “Fuck… your mouth feels so good,” You press a hand against his abdomen and slowly slide your hand lower, moving it over the fabric of his bottoms before finding the growing bulge in his pants, you cup it and slowly rub your hand along it. “Ju…” The sensation of his mouth on your nipple was causing your skin to grow hotter, and you could feel sweat slowly building up on your skin. Your stomach muscles twitch as you feel his hand press against your abdomen and slowly move lower, his fingers slip into your pants, and you feel his hand cup your mound through your panties before his hand moves lower, and you feel his fingers press against your folds.
“Ohh, fucking… hell, Ju,” You mutter. You could feel his breathing against your breast, and you could hear how loud it was becoming. Your eyes shut as you feel his fingers push against the fabric of your panties and push them between your folds. “Hmm, hmm,” Your hand continues to rub his cock through his pants, and you could feel him growing harder as the seconds ticked by. “Ju…” His fingers press against your clit through the fabric, and you feel yourself instantly growing wetter as he begins to rub the bundle of nerves. “Ohh, Ju…” His other hand cups your boob and slides his thumb over your nipple before circling the pad of his finger over the bud, the feeling that was coursing through you was unexplainable, but it was causing your breathing to become heavier and the room to grow hotter.
You could feel your insides knotting together as an orgasm was slowly building inside you, the way his mouth felt and the way his finger felt on your clit and how he was playing with your other nipple with his fingers were causing your mind to spin, you felt like you were starting to float with how good it was feeling.
He pulls his finger away from your clit, and you feel him pull the fabric away from between your folds before you felt his fingers slip between them and slide towards your entrance, you lick your lips and take your bottom lip between your teeth as you feel the tips of his fingers push inside you, and slowly stretch your walls to have two fingers fit inside you, you could feel your juices moving around his fingers and between your folds, as he begins thrusting them in and out of you at a slow pace, you swore you could hear the sound of your juices moving over the loud music.
“Ju, fuck, it feels so good, ohh, fucking, shit…” You moan as your toes curl inside your shoes from the pleasure going through you. You slide your hand upwards and away from his bulge before you push your hand into his pants and underwear.
“Hmm, arghh,” He groans against your tit as he feels your hand touch his throbbing cock. Your fingers wrap around his length, and you slowly slide your hand along his girth towards the base of it, you could feel the prominent vein on his cock, and you swore you felt it throb for a second. “Hmm, hmm,” Your hand reaches the base of his cock, and you turn your hand as you move to cup his balls. “Argh,” You felt his lips release your nipple for a split second as he groaned with pleasure.
“Feels good, Ju?” You ask in a teasing tone. You open your eyes halfway to look down at him through lidded eyes, a smirk on your lips as you feel him harshly suck on your nipple. “Fuck, thought so,” You feel a third finger slip inside you, which causes your eyes to roll to the back of your head before your eyes shut once more. “Juuuu,” His thumb presses against your pussy and slowly slides along it before he reaches your clit. “FUCK!” Your legs twitch as his thumb pressed hard against your clit before he slowly rubs circles over the sensitive nub. “Ju, oh, fucking, shit, shit…” Your heart drummed loudly in your ears as you felt the tension inside you only growing. “F-Fuck, Ju…” You could feel a hot, tingling sensation going up your legs. “Ju…” Your head tilts back, and you feel your walls pulse around his fingers. “I’m gonna… J-Ju…” Your back arches and his fingers curl inside you, which causes something inside you to snap.
“JUYEON!” You loudly moan as you come undone, and you turn your head from side to side as stars fly past your vision from behind your lids, your mind feels like it is floating through the clouds as your body shakes with pleasure, at that moment you didn’t care how you were still able to stand, you just knew that everything felt good, your mind and body felt amazing. “JU, FUCK!” He tugs on your nipple with his mouth which causes your walls to clench at the feeling, he releases the bud as he feels your hand squeezing his balls.
“That’s it, baby, just like that for me,” He mumbles and moves his hand to your wrist and pulls your hand from his pants, you release his balls and immediately grip his hand, squeezing it as you’re going through your high. “Feels good, huh?” You slowly descend from your high, your chest heaves up and down as you breathe loudly.
“Fuck…” You mutter. He slowly pulls his fingers out from you, making you feel every inch of them as he does, and purposely slides them over your clit, making your knees twitch. “Ju…”
“Don’t worry, I’ll pick you up in just a minute, baby,” He says. His fingers curl around your waistband, and you release his hand so he can use both to remove your pants. You grip his shoulders as he pushes your pants down to your ankles along with your panties before bending down, your nails dig into his shoulders as you keep yourself from falling. “Lift one foot,” You do as he says, and you feel him remove your shoe and sock and pants leg before you switch sides, and he does the same to the other side. “Good girl,” He stands upright and pushes his pants down along with his underwear, he steps out of them before he pulls you closer to him and wraps his arms around you. “Jump,”
“Fuck…” You mutter before jumping, your legs instantly wrap around him and your ankles hook together behind his back as he pushes you against the wall. “Fuck, that’s cold,” You feel his cock rub against your pussy. His hand slides over your ass before taking his cock into his hands and moving it over your folds, you felt him rub the head of his cock over your folds before moving it between them. “Juu, fuck, fuck,” He circles your clit with his cock before slowly moving his length towards your entrance.
“Fuck, you’re just so wet for me, you’re fucking soaked,” He says. You feel the tip press against your entrance before you feel it easily slip into you. “Fucking hell, so warm, so ready for me,” You feel him slowly pushing into you, he was making you feel every single inch of him with the slow and agonising pace he was pushing into you.
“Juu, fuck, ohh, shit, you feel so fucking good, fuck,” You moan and press your head against the wall, your walls were pulsing as the feeling of him filling you to the brim. “Fucking hell…”
“So good, baby, so fucking delicious,” He mumbles. He pauses once he is fully buried inside you, both of you breathing hard and taking a moment to take everything in. He could feel your juices already sliding over his balls from how wet you were. “Fuck, you make it impossible to resist you,” He pulls you away from the wall, and your arms wrap around him as he walks across the room.
“FUCK, JU!” You gasp as your back hits a colder surface, and you quickly realize you were pressed up against the mirror. “Fuck, Ju… oh, my fucking gosh,” The mixed feeling of hot and cold was making your body more sensitive than it already was, he wraps his arms around your legs, hooking your knees over his arms and presses his hands against the mirror, spreading you wide open for him. “F-Fuck, J-Ju…” The feeling of his cock shifting into a new position instantly made your insides tighten and tense.
“Fuck, you feel so good…” He mutters and slowly begins moving his hips, you press your head against the mirror and your jaw slacks as you feel his cock slowly slide along your walls before he thrusts back in. “Fuck, so good, such a good fucking feeling around me, baby,” Your toes curl in pleasure as his movements pick up before settling at just the right pace for you both.
“J-Ju, fuck, ohh, shit,” You moan and grip his back, your nails bite into his skin as you claw at his skin. “Fucking… s-shit,” He leans closer and presses open-mouthed kisses against your neck, you could feel his pubic bone faintly brushing against your clit which was making you needier.
“Babe…” He groans as he feels your walls pulse around him slowly. “Fuck, it feels so nice to be balls deep inside you,” His words were filthy, and it was only driving you closer to an orgasm. He shifts your body slightly, and you feel him rest his head on your shoulder and feel his breathing against your chest. “Fuck, what a sight,” Your walls squeeze around him as he said those words.
“You’re watching?” You whimper and roll your hips forward, making him groan as he watched his cock disappear into you before reappearing, coated in your juices and glistening from it.
“It’s such a pretty sight,” He mumbles. He thrusts forward harshly, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as you feel his pubic bone hitting your sensitive clit. “Fuck, how did that feel, baby?” You scratch along his shoulder blades before settling your grip onto his shoulders.
“S-so good,” You stutter out, feeling yourself running out of breath as he brushes against it again. “Fuck, Juyeon, fuck,” You lean your head closer to him. “Do it again,” You manage to whisper into his ear, which causes his hips to stutter for a slight second.
“Do it again, is that what you want, baby?” He asks before his hips harshly snap into yours, making you moan into his ear. “Fuck, it sounds like it,” You press your lips against his neck just below his ear. “How about I find that sweet spot also?” Your nose brushes against his earlobe, and he feels a shiver going up his spine as his mind begins spinning.
“I dare you,” You whisper into his ear before taking the lobe between your teeth. You feel his arms shift underneath your legs before you feel him hit from a different angle inside you. “Hmm, mh,” You release his earlobe and gasp as you feel the head of his cock brush right against that one spot that makes you see stars. “FUCK, JUYEON!”
“That was quick,” He mutter before pulling his hips back. “Fuck, are you gonna come for me if I hit again?” You feel his hips slowly move closer to yours, his cock sinking back inside you at such a slow pace. “Gonna make a mess for me?” You shift your hips forward before you feel him move his hips back.
“Juuuu, fuck, yes, yes, give it to me,” You whine. You need to feel his cock hit that spot, just a brush against it made you feel needy for the sensational feeling that would course through you. “Fuuck, I need to feel it.”
“So cute,” He chuckles before thrusting forward, your back arches and your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids shut, tears form in the corner of your eyes as his cock hits that spot just at the right angle and at the right speed.
“JUYEON!” You cry out and feel the tension inside you growing at a rapid pace, he pulls back and repeats the movement, going faster this time, and each time his pubic bone hit your clit as well as your sweet spot. “FUCK, FUCK, JUYEON!” Tears of pleasure roll down your cheeks as you feel your walls pulsing erratically around him, you were close, and he knew it. “JUYEON, I’M GONNA…” You were caught off by your gasp, your heart was pounding fast and everything was spinning. “JUYEEOONN!” He could feel his balls slowly tightening as your walls were milking his cock for an orgasm.
“Come on, baby, let it go,” He mutters and lifts his head, your breathing stops for a moment as you feel his hot breath against your neck. “Let it go,” He grunts lowly into your ear, which sends you over the edge almost instantly, stars explode behind your lids and your mind spins from ecstasy.
“JUYEON, OH, MY GOSH!” You moan loudly as the tension inside you snaps, and a hot tingling sensation runs through your body as you come undone, the feeling is indescribable, and the pleasure you feel is practically addicting. “JUYEON!”
“F-fuck, that’s it, ju-just like that,” He groans. He could feel your juices spilling from around his cock and splatter onto the front of his thighs, the feeling of it was pushing him closer to the edge. “B-baby, fuck,” He could feel your body shaking in his arms are you were going through your high, he could barely hear your little moans and whimpers over the loud music. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close too, baby,” He could feel the tightening feeling slowly creeping along his cock towards the head of it.
“FUCK, JU!” You cry out and slide one of your hands to the back of his head, twisting his locks between your fingers and tugging on it. “FUCK!” You were rocking your hips to get yourself through the high. “Fuck, fuck, ohhh, hmm,” Your walls clamp down around him as you begin coming down from your high, and you feel his hips snap into you before he begins rapidly and sloppily thrusting into you. “Fuck, that’s it, Ju, fuck,” You breathe out, trying to encourage him as he comes undone, his load spills into you, and you could feel yourself growing fuller as the seconds go by. “Fuck… fuck, Ju,” Your walls continue to pulse around him at the thought of his cum filling you and mixing with yours.
“Y/N!” He moans loudly, his mind spins in pleasure as he rapidly rocks his hips into yours to get him through his high. “FUCK!” His breathing was loud as grunts and groans left his mouth every few seconds. “FUCK!” Your fingers massage into his scalp as you roll your hips against him, trying to help him through the feeling.
“That’s it, Ju, fuck, feels so good when you do that,” You mumble. You could feel his hips slowing down after a few more seconds and his cock slowly growing soft inside you as he was spilling the last bit of his cum inside you. “So good…” You mumble as you open your eyes, you blink several times to adjust to the lighting and loosen your grip on his shoulder. His hips were completely still against yours, and the only sound that now filled the room was the stereo playing. You both pant loudly as you try and catch your breath and let the afterglow settle in.
He was fully pressed against you as you were still held up against the mirror, he could feel your mixed releases rolling over his balls before they reached his upper thighs, he slowly and carefully lowered your legs before gently lowering your feet to the floor and letting you stand on your own, your legs feel shaky, and you weren’t sure how you would walk out of here without giving anything away.
“Ohm, hmm,” You whimper as you feel your mixed juices spilling from you and slowly begin leaking down your inner thighs, the warm wet sticky feeling was making you relive wet had just happened moments ago.
“Are you okay?” He asks in a soft tone. He still hadn’t lifted his head to look at you. “Did you feel uncomfortable?” You could hear something different in his tone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t ask if you wanted to do it here, I just… assumed, I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable,” You quickly lean your head back and tug on the back of his head, making him look at you.
“Ju…” You mumble. “I wasn’t uncomfortable, if I didn’t want to do this, I would have said so,” You move to cup his jaw, gently pressing your fingers into his cheeks. “I was comfortable with this, I would have told you, you know that…” His eyes search yours for any sign that you are feeling uncomfortable. “This… sure it felt wrong, but the thrill of it, the absolute dirtiness of it, fuck…” He could see something flash through your eyes before it disappeared. “I’m okay, it felt amazing, Ju, absolutely wonderful,” He nods his head as a smile begins forming on his lips. “But now, we should go home and take a shower, because I’m probably dripping onto the floor right now.”
“Right, right, yes,” He says and quickly pulls back, sliding out from you and causing your legs to almost give underneath you. “Oh, I got you, I got you,” He says as he wraps his arms around you and holds you upright.
“Next time, a little slower,” You say as he begins guiding you towards where your clothes are, and to turn off the stereo. “Are you okay? Were you comfortable?” He hums and nods his head.
“I’m good, all good, it felt amazing,” He says. “Maybe one day we should do it again.”
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When they see your self harm (specific members)
Requested (Bermuda and Canada line + nyu)
Warnings: self harm. Like…yeah. If uncomfortable do not read it 🧍♀️.
Hyunjae
Standing in front of the mirror you stared at your bloody arms. Touching the new wound's slightly you hissed when it burned. It was nothing new to you. Hurting yourself was like your own pleasure. No matter how much you tried to stop yourself you kept doing it. Like a endless cycle. It was like a addiction. A addiction you are not able to get rid off no matter how hard you try.
Opening the cupboard which was in your washroom you took out your first aid box. Sighing you started dressing up your wounds as tight as possible. And covering them up. While covering the wounds you failed to hear the shoutings coming from outside. It was until the door was harshly pushed open making you flinch.
"Gosh I have been calling...what happened to your arm Y/N?" Looking down you tried hiding your arm but he had already seen it. Taking slow steps Hyunjae stood in front of you as he gently held your arm in his as he traced the uncovered wounds. "Did you do this because of me? Was I...the reason?" He asked in such a low voice you could barely hear it but it was so quiet that it was easy to catch on it.
Shaking your head violently you held Hyunjae's hands in yours. "No...no. What I did is not because of you. Please don't take the blame for something I did.." "Will you keep hurting yourself?"
The question he asked caught you off guard. You tried finding words but it's like they were stuck in your throat. You could not look him in the eye because you knew that if you promised him right now to not hurt yourself it would just be a mere lie which will be broken. Looking down you shook your head.
What you did not expect was for Hyunjae to hug you. "I don't know what is going on with you right now but I hope in the future you will be comfortable enough to tell me..now come. I will dress your wounds.."
Juyeon
Getting home you removed your jacket you were wearing the whole day. Throwing it on the couch you went in the kitchen to get some water. As you were getting yourself some water your gaze went to your wrist making you put down the glass of water and bring the wrist to your eye level.
You knew what you were doing was not right. Doing self harm was not a good sign. Acting like you were happy was not a good thing. You also knew that Juyeon already knew that you were hurting yourself but he just acted as if he did not know.
He tried everything he could do to make you happy but...things were just not going the way you wanted them to. Drinking water was no longer in your mind as you went in your shared bedroom to patch the cuts up.
As you were removing the first aid box you heard the door open. Knowing who it was you did not look back and continued what you were doing.
"Wait....let me help you.." you heard Juyeon's voice. When he came behind you, you stepped aside as you went and sat on the bed.
"So....how was your day?" You knew he was just trying to make a small talk while taking care of the cuts. You stayed silent as he took care of them. Hearing no answer from you Juyeon looked up at you.
"Why are you acting like this is fine when it is clearly not? Do you not feel ashamed of me? Seeing your girlfriend hurting herself despite having everything she could ever want? Are you not angry that I keep on hurting myself?" You kept on blabbering as tears left your eyes "Were you not hurt when you got to know that I hurt myself? Do you not get disappointed when you know that I am just acting happy?"
You heard him sigh as he closed the box after putting everything inside. He got up from his knees as he held your hand in his. "I will never be ashamed of you Y/N. I don't know why you're hurting yourself but all I know that is...I will always be by your side. No matter what. You don't have to pretend to keep on smiling. I also don't want to pretend that I don't know that you're hurting yourself. I want you to know that....when you feel like you want to talk to someone about something that is hurting you....I will always be here. I was hurt and sad when I got to know that you were hurting yourself but not because of you. I was hurt and disappointed that I did not know that you were going through something to the extent you thought of hurting yourself. Having everything does not mean that you have to pretend to be happy....come on now. I bought your favourite food. Let's eat that and go to sleep." Juyeon stood up as he pulled you with him to the kitchen.
Younghoon
Getting out of the washroom you pulled your sleeves down to cover your arms. Entering the cafeteria you searched for Younghoon. Seeing him sitting at the far end of the cafeteria you went towards him as you kissed his cheek when taking a seat beside him.
"What did you order?" You asked once you settled down. "Your favourite. They had soup dumplings today." Younghoon replied as he gave your forehead a kiss. You just smiled slightly at his gesture as you did not speak any further.
Younghoon noticed how awfully quiet you were today. To cheer you up he held your hands in his as he pulled you closer. You flinched at the sudden contact making you push him away from you. Younghoon noticed your behaviour as he gently held your hands again "Is something wrong?" He asked in his usual sweet voice as he held your arms to make you face him. As soon as he held your arms you hissed in pain as you pushed his arms away. "What happened? Did you get hurt? Did someone hurt you?" He asked while he pulled your sleeves up a bit. Immediately stopping midway he stared up at you when he saw the wounds on your arms. Pulling your sleeves down he looked around to check if someone else saw it.
Putting his attention back on you he asked you in a softer voice as he rubbed his thumb on your hand in a comforting manner. "Did someone do this to you..?" Younghoon asked in worry. Shaking your head Younghoon looked at you as he understood that you did this to yourself "Did..you hurt yourself..?" Younghoon asked cautiously as he looked in your eyes with nothing but worry. Nodding your head you let your tears fall down "I...I am sorry. I wanted to tell you about this numerous times but I just couldn't get myself to tell you about this and why I was doing it. I get it if you don't want to date me anymore or if you think that I am a freak. You will now want to break up with me. See this is why-" cutting you off Younghoon hugged you tightly as he patted your back in a loving manner. "Shhh...calm down. I will never break up with you. I love you. I would never leave your side. So what if you're doing this? I know that there must be a reason behind this and I want you to know that...when you feel like you're ready to tell me the reason I will always be here for you with open arms to listen to it. Never think that you're a freak, okay?" He pulled away as he wiped your tears. In the meantime your order also arrived making you both stop the conversation as you both dwelled in your own world which consisted only the two of you.
Kevin
You sat in front of Kevin as you both were having your dinner. It was silent mostly, exchanging words here and there, mostly Kevin. You just gave him short answers.
"I wanted to ask you this...why are you always wearing long sleeved shirts? Don't you feel hot?" Kevin asked out of nowhere making you stop your actions as you stared down at your plate trying to get yourself together before answering. He cannot know the reason behind this. You don't want to burden him. Plus what you’re going through is just something silly. He must be going through something way worse…
"Ah...no I just feel cold nowadays. Nothing much..." you replied quietly as you reached out for the bottle of water across the table not realising that your sleeve rode up revealing your wounds you still had to treat.
"Is...is that? Y/N are you...?" You looked at Kevin in confusion as you followed his gaze. You panicked when you realised that he saw the marks. You immediately pulled your sleeve down as you mumbled "It's nothing. Don't worry.." you went back to eating as Kevin stood up from his chair and walked towards you.
He stood beside you as he gently took your hand in his as he pulled the sleeve up revealing your burn marks. "Are...are you hurting yourself?" He asked in such broken voice that you could not even look in his eyes. "Was it because of me? Did I do something? Is it something else? I am so...so sorry I did not notice you struggling before." Kevin kept rambling making you stare up slightly as you shook your head. "No...no none of this is your fault. Don't blame yourself..." you replied as you held his hands in your. "You know that you can tell me anything right? I am always there for you. If you're not comfortable telling me yet then I will wait but please don't hurt yourself. I...I.." Kevin did not even complete his sentence as he broke down...he came close to you as he hugged you tightly while resting his head on your shoulder.
Jacob
Sitting on the chair which was by the dinner table you poured yourself another glass of beer as you drowned yourself in your own world which was filled with sadness, anger, little to no amount of joy and of course blood.
This was your everyday routine. Coming in the kitchen to drink till you pass out after cutting yourself and then waking up on the table with a paining back and neck just to live your everyday life with a fake smile on your face.
You were so self absorbed in your own world you did not even notice someone entering the room and taking a seat beside you. That was until they spoke up "Hey....you alright? You looked pretty lost there..." you heard the voice say, you wanted to reply but you could not. Hearing no reply the person grabbed your arm where there was a fresh burn and cut. The sudden contact to your hurt skin made you hiss out in pain as you pulled your hand away out of instinct and reflex.
"You alright? Did you get hurt...." The voice trailed off. You looked to your side and saw Jacob sitting beside you. He was staring at your arm with concern and worry written all over his face. Looking down you tried covering and hiding your arm but it was too late. It was already in his grasp as he pulled up your sleeve and stared at your arms.
"Did...you do this to your self?” He uttered out slowly as he grazed his thumb over your wounds. You could not lie to him anymore nor could you get yourself to speak up to him about this so you just simply nodded your head. "Why...? Why did you not tell me? Are...are you not comfortable with me? Do you...not trust me?" Your heart broke when Jacob uttered those words. That was not the reason at all.
You immediately shook your head as you spoke up "No....it's just that...I did not want to burden and worry you with my problems...and it’s not that big of a deal anyways..” you could not even finish your sentence as Jacob hugged you tightly. You could feel your shirt getting wet but that was the least of your worries. "Come. I will dress up your wounds. You can tell me why you did that if you're comfortable with it...and it is a big deal. I don’t know why you think like that but whatever hard time you’re going through never think that your problem is not that important. You’re important to me Y/N..” he pulled away as he softly smiled at you and pulled you up from your seat.
Chanhee
Checking the temperature of the water you sighed as you stared down at your arms and legs which were covered in bruises and scars. Your bruises were still healing so you could not really take a shower or wash your hair since the past few days. Your hair had become so dry and their condition was just not it.
You just stood in front of the shower as you thought about what to do when the door opened and a head peeked inside making you give out a small smile.
"Need some help in washing your hair?" Chanhee asked as he let himself come in the bathroom. He leaned against the basin as he stared at you with nothing but love and affection in his eyes. Despite the bruises and scars all over your body Chanhee never judged you or made you feel bad for it. In fact he did nothing but show you the love and affection he has for you and by also respecting your boundaries and not trying to make you talk to him about things you were not comfortable enough to tell yet. You were just so grateful to him for that.
You nodded at his words as he walked towards you and brushed your hair so that there would not be any tangle when washing them. Leading you towards the bathroom he made your hair wet as he poured some shampoo on his hands and started applying it on your hair.
You started slowly relaxing in his care as you closed your eyes when he started giving a massage to your scalp. Once he was done he washed your hair in lukewarm water and applied conditioner on your ends. When he was done washing your hair Chanhee led you towards the mirror as he started drying your hair.
You just stared at him as he focused on your hair and applying some serum and oil on them once they were dry. "Thank you....for everything." You said in a small voice as you smiled at him. Chanhee just smiled at you "I will do anything for you..." he replied as he combed your hair "No but like...thank you for still loving me despite you know...these bruises..." you mumbled while looking down. Chanhee immediately gripped your chin as he made you look at him in the eyes "I don't care if you have bruises or those scars. I will love you however you're.." you nodded at his words as your eyes welled up in tears "I love you..." you said to Chanhee as you hugged him tightly. He hugged you back as you let his fingers go through your hair in a loving manner while his eyes were closed.
(This is for a special someone~ hope you like it! <3 @haet-sal )
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FACE SITTING:: ( day 11 )
WARNING:: face sitting, unprotected sex, best friend! Juyeon, fingering, flirting, teasing.
SUMMARY:: you've confided in your best friend about your sexcapades many times before, when you break the news that you've never had an orgasm from getting head Juyeon takes it upon himself to help you with that.
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"I beg you're pardon?" Juyeon asks feeling almost she'll shocked at the news "I'm being so serious, every time I get head I have to fake it because I feel bad" you whine in response. "Who are you fucking to not be able to cum from head?!" He asks as he breaks down into laughter making your face heat up in embarrassment.
"No, but in the end I get off...just not exactly when somebody's face is between my legs" you trail off quietly. "Now I want to see if I can make you cum" he mumbled not too keen on embarrassing himself if you're opposed to the idea. "Okay" you shrug. Neither of you had anything to gain out of it except an orgasm and keeping his ego in tact.
"Okay?" He asks his eyebrows scrunch together. "Okay, you can give me head" you say so nonchalantly it almost mind boggles Juyeon. "Okay. Sit on my face" he says voice barely over a whisper. Your movements are slow yet precise; standing up from the bed and ridding yourself of your panties, slipping them down your thighs before they drop to your ankle kicking them away.
Then your shirt, Juyeon's eyes attach to the way your chest looked like it could spill out of the bra any second from just one slight movement but he didn't have to think any harder about it as you unclip it and let the straps loosely fall from your shoulders. Juyeon didn't know where all of this need came from but just the sight of you naked is really fucking with his senses right.
"fuck I wanna eat you out so bad" he groans as his head falls back against the headboard your thighs practically clench together at the thought. "Come here" he says holding a hand out his eyes looking so fucked out you almost moan at the sight. The sight of his jaw clenching and adam's apple moving was enough for you grab onto his hand not even thinking as you straddle his lap he sits up, hands caressing the back of your thighs gently fingers digging into the back of your inner thigh.
Your hands meet the back of his neck gently pulling him closer until your lips met. Pulling away like the kiss had burned Juyeon laid flat on his back and guided you up the bed. Your knees dig into the mattress as you crawl over his face, your thighs trapping his head between your thighs, the smile on his lips makes your stomach flutter. You were nervous to sit down all the way, making you hover over his face cautiously. "What are you doing? Sit all the way" he spoke to him with a small laugh that made his chest bubble.
But before he could press your hips down his fingers hook at the elastic band of your panties. Tugging your panties down from the elastic waistband over your thighs and down your ankles he's met with the pretty sight of your pussy and thighs glistening in your slick arousal. Looking back up at you his gaze darkened as he gave small kisses against your thigh.
You gasp as you watch his head disappear between your legs. The heat of his mouth nearing your pussy he licks small stripes against your clit before he sensually licks from your entrance to your clit, and sucking on your clit with fervor.
You moan as your head falls back and your fingers find their way to his hair. The sounds you make are so pleasurable to his ears. He presses his nose on your clit, inhaling your scent deeply before his tongue dives inside your waiting pussy. You pull onto his hair, writhing against his face.
"Oh fuck" you manage to whimper out you tug at his hair as he groaned, your eyes shut as you "please fuck me with your fingers" you moan neediness dripping from your tone. His hand moving from your plush thighs, his thumb rubbing harsh circles on your clit he pulled away licking your clit once more his middle and ring fingers make way to your entrance.
Pushing in slowly you groan at the penetration, easing your tight walls around his thick fingers as he pushes them deeper you feel the cold metal on his rings all the way at the knuckles of his fingers as it grounds you from the euphoric feeling.
Pulling his head away he looks up at you with your juices on his swollen lips and on his chin his fingers begin to move opening your eyes you look down at him feeling his gaze as he watches you react gasping as the feeling you grind down against his fingers "you like that? Don't you?" He says as he licks your essence off of his lips.
His hair now disheveled as his cheeks were heating up, yet if it weren't for the lights casting off the billboard into his bedroom you would see his raging blush. you nod eagerly "yeah? You want me to go faster for you?" He coos feeling you clench around him at the sound of his lewd words.
"Say it" he demanded, making you clench harder "yes please- please go faster Juyeon" you say losing your mind on his fingers as you absentmindedly grind down on his.He hums as he watches his finger get sucked inside of you. Moaning at the sight with sparkling eyes. His fingers hitting all the right places stuffing your pussy as the sloppy sounds of his fingers pounding into you as if you were his personal fuck toy.
"So good just for me right?" He asks as his tongue finds its way back to your clit, he looks up at you choking on your moans "yes" you say feeling a familiar pressure build in the pit of your stomach. "I'm so close" you whimper.
sending tingles down your body before he licked big stripes of your cunt, sucking on your clit, his tongue working wonders on you. "Cum for me" he says possessively. Your hips grind against his face as the feeling of his fingers so deep inside you curling had you gasping for air desperately.
His thumb replacing his tongue as he rubs circles on your clit, your hips shake as your mind is clouded with the sudden rush of your orgasm. You let out an almost pornographic moan as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you until you ride out your high.
"So good" he coos as you grip his wrist as overstimulation starts to creep in. Waiting for you to come down he slowly removes his fingers as he is eager to taste you.
Juyeon's dripping fingers make their way up to your clit as his mouth makes its descent to your puffy lips. he pushes his heavy fingers on your clit as he adorns your lips with light pecks and kitten licks before using his free hand to pull them apart and licking your entrance. his mouth sucks hard in its endeavor to taste all of you.
Your hips buck at the feeling the sloppy sounds make your head spin. one of your hands moves to grip the hair on the back of his head and you push his face into yourself even more "oh god" you say shivering at the feeling. Pulling away his eyes look up at you while his lips attach themselves to your thigh, he bites and sucks the skin on your thigh in different spots leaving red and purple spots to bloom into hickeys as the hours pass.
Pulling away he lifts his fingers still covered in your cum up to his lips sucking on them becoming addicted to the way you taste. Licking whatever remnants of cum was left on his plump lips "You taste so good" he mumbled as you pulled away from him getting a good look at his body that sat against the mattress fully clothed showing the tent in pants that seemed to grow. And once your eyes meet the bulge your eyes visibly widen.
"Your turn" you mumbled as your hands worked on his belt "my turn?" Juyeon asks with curiosity growing in his eyes. "To strip" you whisper as you succeed to pull his belt out of the loops. "Get up. Don't just leave me hanging like that" you giggle as you see his flustered gaze. You were being serious.
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When He Finds You Wearing His Shirt ~ The Boyz Reaction
Sangyeon:
You didn’t quite know where to look as you bumped into Sangyeon, following his gaze to the shirt that you were wearing with a knowing glance.
“What suddenly made you decide to wear one of my shirts?” He asked you, unable to hide the smile that threatened.
“Just because,” you simply replied, knowing that was the only reason that Sangyeon needed to hear as he loved seeing you whenever you wore his shirt.
His head nodded, accepting your answer. “I like how this one looks on you, I think it’s a favourite.”
Your smile widened as Sangyeon twirled you around to check exactly how it fitted. “I can’t believe I’ve never found this shirt in your wardrobe before to wear.”
“I have a feeling that I won’t be getting this shirt back for a while either,” Sangyeon joked, knowing you far too well.
“You’re definitely right there,” you agreed, knowing that you were definitely going to get some use out of the new shirt you’d found.
“You’re lucky that you look so good in it,” he told you.
“And that you just can’t say no to me.”
Jacob:
His palms pressed together as soon as Jacob found you, unable to control the smile that grew wide as he found you at last backstage.
“You look incredible,” he complimented as you twirled around to show him his shirt that you had decided to wear.
“I’ve got to make sure that everyone knows that I’m yours, right?” You laughed as Jacob stood you in front of him so that he could take a closer look.
He nodded proudly, “at least with you wearing this, everyone in the crowd will know I’m taken.”
You hummed back at Jacob as he finally looked up to meet your eyes. “I think I’ve done well wearing this, not only is it your shirt, but it’s your merch too.”
“You really look like one of our fans,” Jacob chimed, “but best of all, you look like you’re my biggest fan as well.”
“I’ll definitely be the biggest fan of yours in that crowd tonight,” you laughed, “and wearing this, you can spot me.”
“I know exactly what shirt I’m looking for,” he chuckled.
“I’ll be right there in the front row.”
Younghoon:
A groan came from you as you looked through your bag, failing to find the one thing that you were sure that you had packed to stay over.
“What’s wrong?” Younghoon asked you as he heard you throwing everything back into your bag out of frustration.
“I’ve forgotten something to sleep in,” you huffed with a shake of your head. “I can’t go back to my apartment at this time of night just for some pyjamas.”
Younghoon pointed across to his wardrobe, “why don’t you have a look through there instead?”
Your eyes went wide as you realised where in the room he was pointing to. “Are you sure that you don’t mind if I sleep in one of your shirts, just for tonight?”
“As if I’d ever mind,” Younghoon chuckled. “I bet you probably forgot pyjamas on purpose for me to have to do this.”
“No,” you quickly assured him, “I genuinely did mean to pack some, but I was in a rush, and I must have left them.”
“Y/N, I’m only messing, but really, pick a shirt,” he assured you.
“Sorry, I just wasn’t expecting this.”
Hyunjae:
A chuckle came from Jaehyun as soon as he saw you backstage, unable to hide the proud smile that soon appeared on his face as he saw you.
“You look incredible,” he applauded once he was close enough to you, “what made you decide to wear this to the concert?”
“It’s your merch,” you replied as if the answer was obvious, “I managed to find this in your wardrobe, so I thought I’d wear it to show my support.”
Jaehyun took your hand, twirling you around, “I’ve never seen anyone look better in our merch.”
Your head shook as he stopped you so that you were facing him. “I thought it might help me to blend in a little better with your fans wearing this too.”
“I don’t want you to blend in,” Jaehyun hummed, “I want you to stand out, to be the only person that I see out in the crowd tonight.”
“I’ll make sure that you can see me,” you laughed, “I’ll be the one absolutely losing their mind every time that you start singing.”
“I’m so excited to perform for you,” Jaehyun shyly admitted.
“I can’t wait to watch you up there too.”
Juyeon:
Your eyes looked around in panic as you stepped out of the shower, finding Juyeon’s shirt and throwing it on so you could walk out.
“Oh,” he chimed as he watched the bathroom door open, “I was wondering where I left that shirt earlier.”
“It was on the bathroom floor,” you told him, pointing to the spot where you found it, “and I kind of forgot to take my pyjamas in to change into.”
Juyeon’s head shook as you made your way across to your suitcase, “what are you doing now?”
You looked back at him as he spoke to you. “I’m looking for my pyjamas, you’re probably wanting your shirt back so I can swap out of it and give it to you.”
“I never said that I wanted my shirt back,” Juyeon smirked, “in fact, I was just thinking of letting you wear it instead.”
“Really?” You smiled, watching his head nod in reply to you. “In that case, I think I should zip this back up again.”
“I definitely think that’s the right thing to do,” Juyeon grinned.
“I think I prefer your shirt anyway.”
Kevin:
A huff came from Kevin as soon as you turned around and showed him how the shirt that he gave you to wear looked on you.
“It’s unfair,” he sighed, folding his arms in front of his chest, shaking his head leaving you confused and disappointed.
“Why is it unfair?” You asked as he went silent, moving your hands to hold the bottom of the shirt as you tried to decide whether to take it off.
After a few moments, Kevin spoke up again. “You look better in my shirt than I do, it’s not fair.”
Your eyes rolled as soon as he finished speaking, chuckling away to himself. “You’re an idiot, I really thought I’d done something wrong by your reaction.”
“You have done something wrong,” Kevin corrected, “you look better in my shirt than I do, that’s a huge crime Y/N.”
“You’re an idiot,” you told him with a shake of your head, “you can’t scare me like that, I thought I’d upset you.”
“My heart hurts that you look better,” he dramatically told you.
“It’s not my fault that I look better.”
New:
As soon as he walked down the stairs, Chanhee’s eyes were drawn to you stood in your kitchen, waiting patiently for him to get up.
“I was looking for that,” he chuckled as soon as he found you walking around the room with his shirt hung around you.
“This?” You teased as you pushed the switch down on the kettle to get started on breakfast. “I just wanted something nice to come down in.”
Chanhee held his hands up innocently, “I’m definitely not complaining about seeing you in it.”
Your head nodded as you pulled one of the dining chairs out. “If you sit here you’ll be able to carry on seeing me wearing it whilst I make breakfast.”
“Is it my birthday?” He suddenly asked you, “or am I just dreaming right now watching you walk around in my shirt.”
“Shut up,” you teased in response to him, “if you want to mess with me then you can always make your own breakfast.”
“No way, I’m excited to see this,” Chanhee admitted.
“Then be quiet and sit yourself down.”
Q:
A hum of confusion came from Changmin as he walked into the bedroom to find you sat staring back at him with one of his shirts on.
“I don’t remember telling you that you could wear my clothes,” he smirked across at you, “where did you even get that from?”
“You snooze you lose,” you laughed as he closed the door behind him, “I just found it screwed up on the floor over there, so I thought I’d try it on.”
Changmin’s eyes rolled as you spoke, “you could have folded it and put it away for me Y/N.”
Your head shook at his suggestion, “where would the fun be in that? I was wondering why you never let me wear your shirts, and now I see why.”
“Because my shirts are comfy,” Changmin groaned, sitting down beside you, “but they’re supposed to be comfy just for me.”
“Now they can be comfy for me too,” you sniggered, resting your head against his shoulder, “it’s nice to share anyway Changmin.”
“You’re not going to share, you’ll steal,” he predicted.
“You always think so lowly of me.”
Juhaknyeon:
His head shook in disbelief as you walked towards Haknyeon in the coffee shop, knowing exactly where his eyes were looking.
“Did you think if you wore a jacket then I wouldn’t notice you wearing my shirt underneath?” He laughed as you took a seat.
“I’ll be honest, I wasn’t expecting you to notice quite as quickly,” you confessed as you picked up a menu, “I thought I hid it pretty well.”
Haknyeon’s head shook in reply to you, “as soon as you walked in the door, I knew it was mine.”
Your smile was wide as Haknyeon’s eyes remained fixated on you. “I never realised that you had such good shirts, I mean it really completes the fit.”
“Is this what you do when I leave you at the dorm whilst I head off to work?” Haknyeon quizzed, “raid my wardrobe quietly?”
“I just thought I’d have a browse, there wasn’t much else to do with the place so empty,” you grinned, "I'm glad I did."
"Am I going to have to hide my clothes?” He joked.
“You might want to move your favourites.”
Sunwoo:
His eyes lit up as soon as Sunwoo watched you walk out of the bathroom with his shirt on, feeling his heart race straight away.
“I definitely didn’t think that my shirt would suit you as well as that,” Sunwoo proudly smiled as he studied you closely.
“It’s so comfortable,” you laughed as you sat down on the end of the bed, “I might have to steal more of your shirts from now on if they’re like this.”
Sunwoo reached forwards, pulling you towards him. “You can’t leave me with an empty wardrobe.2
Your head shook as you sat right beside him, “I won’t leave you with an empty wardrobe, maybe I’ll leave you with one or two so that you can get by.”
“You’re so cruel,” he joked, draping his arm across your shoulders. “I think that I could get used to seeing you wearing my shirts.”
“I think I could get used to wearing your shirts too,” you smirked, “I’ve never worn something as cosy as this before.”
“What about when you’re hugging me?” Sunwoo pouted.
“That’s definitely at least a close second.”
Eric:
As soon as he found you, Youngjae grabbed your hand, pulling you towards him as he checked to see what shirt you were wearing.
“You can’t wear that walking around this place,” he told you, turning away so that you faced away from the direction of the boys.
“Why not?” You asked him in confusion, unsure what was so wrong with it. “It’s just a shirt Youngjae, they won’t mind at all.”
His head shook back at you, “it’s my shirt Y/N, they’ll know that you’re wearing my shirt.”
You continued to look across at Youngjae with a puzzled expression, “I don’t get what’s wrong about them knowing that I’m wearing your shirt here Youngjae.”
“They’ll tease me,” he sighed, pleadingly looking across at you, “I can’t be bothered to hear them rinse me about you wearing this.”
“Is that really the problem?” You quizzed, letting go of a slight chuckle. “If you’re that worried, do you want me to change?”
“I just don’t want to be teased,” he frowned to you.
“Don’t worry, I’ll go and swap it now.”
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