#boynextdoor

[soobinskii]

myung jaehyun x reader – love talks

warnings : pussy eating, needy!jaehyun, taesan appearance, cumming in pants, fingering, biting, marking, degradation, switch!jaehyun (?)

💌 : sorry for not writing lots recently :(( i've been rlly rlly struggling but.. i hope to get better soon. i know i say this a lot and i'm sorry!! this was written like months ago .. edited n posted now LOL lmk any feedback + there may be a pt2.

jaehyun and you had been dating for a while, about a year or two; and while the two of you had sex frequently, you wanted to spice it up a bit. you were kinda sick of the same thing every time; making out, fingering or sucking, then fucking. so you told your mutual friend taesan about it.

what did taesan end up doing? well.. telling jaehyun. when jaehyun heard about this, he was asking you multiple questions at once. "do you dislike me?", "did you find someone else?", "am i not good enough?". he seemed genuinely concerned, his eyes nearly growing wider. so, you got rid of those thoughts for him.

"no baby, not at all. you're all i have, and all i want. i was just thinking that.. maybe we could do a bit more?" you say, cautiously while kissing his nose. you could almost see tears welling up in his glossy eyes, even in the soft lighting of your room. you rub your thumbs under his eyes and kissed him again. "trust me, if i wanted someone else, i wouldn't be here with you right now."

jaehyun nods and moves his face so he's kissing you, pulling you in towards him and placing a tight hold on your body. as he pulls away, he asks "what do you mean by more?" eyebrow raised and his head slightly tilted. all of a sudden you get a bit shy, looking away as the tips of your ears start burning up. "uhm.. well.." your voice trails off and wavers slightly, unsure of how exactly to phrase what you'd like. "just treat me like... i don't know, jae.. be rough?" whispering, getting meeker with each word you speak.

your thighs start pressing together at the thought of him doing everything you've desired. "you seem a little worked up babe, you wanna try it right now? see how i do?" he smirks and kisses your jaw, pulling you up onto his lap; if he had a tail, it'd be wagging. he takes a deep breath and squints his eyes softly at you, working up the courage "you like the idea of me treating you like a slut?" his voice suddenly becomes deeper, more insistent.

jaehyun grabs your throat gently and pulls you down towards his face, peppering kisses down the side of your neck as his hips grind up into yours. "'s that what you told taesan? mmh, i know everything. i know every word you said to him." his voice rumbles right under your ear. he bites your neck, flips you under him, and continues down to your chest.

he licks at your boobs, twisting one of your nipples inbetween his fingers while sucking and nipping at the other. he leaves a few hickies while hes at it. jaehyun reaches behind your back and unclips the bra that he hastily pulled down and tosses it somewhere across the room. he squeezes them and then moves onto your shorts, pulling them down your legs, and yet again, discarding them across the room. he's so excited to fuck you, he always is but this time feels different. he's needier, moving faster and trying to kiss every part of you.

he brings his face down to your pussy and kisses through your underwear. "woah- jaehyun, what are you doing?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious and nervous. "what you wanted me to, yeah? you told taesan 'i wish he would eat me out until i shake' didn't you?" he furrows his eyebrows and bites your thigh.

he moves your panties to the side and looks up at you sheepishly, face flushed. "i've never done this before.." you nod, while running your fingers through his hair. "i know, jae. it's okay." he smiles, while moving your underwear to the side and kissing your clit. you whimper at the sudden contact and he watches your reaction as he licks a ling stripe up your pussy. when you arch your hips and softly moan, he continues.

while licking your wet folds, he plants butterfly kisses amongst your core. he spreads your lower lips apart with two fingers and delves deeper into the depths of your cunt. he focuses the licks and sucks onto your clit, prodding at it with his tongue. as he flattens his tongue and licks up the wetness of your pussy. "wanna make you cum on my tongue.." he mumbles in between your thighs as he inserts two fingers into your slick hole.

curling his fingers up into your g-spot and sucking at your clit, your legs start shaking a little bit harder as your breath gets heavier. he notices this, smirks and continues at the pace he's going. he's feeding off of your pleasure, drinking up every sound you're making and it's fueling something inside of him.

as you look down at him, you can see he's grinding his hips against the mattress. you're unsure if he's doing it unconsciously, but the way he's eating you out makes it easy to forget. he laps at your pussy, pressing his fingers into the gummy spot right inside you.

he's groaning inbetween your legs as you cum, your cunt wetting his fingers with your fluids and twitching around his digits. he slows his pace to ride your orgasm out, pulls his fingers out and licks them clean. he makes a show of it just for you, sucking on each finger individually and slurping slightly louder.

jaehyun smiles stupidly up at you, his lips and chin slightly glossy from his drool and your wetness. his eyes are hazed over and dark and he's whimpering softly. "wanna be inside you.. please, but i.." his raspy voice trails off as he looks around shyly, pressing his face into your stomach. "i came in my pants.." he whispers, nipping at your abdomen to find a distraction.

[ilysungho]

can I request 14 + 27 +67 for Han Taesan💕

a/n: hi i hope you like this <3 thank you for requesting! wc: 0.9k contains: softdom!taesan x sub!reader, non-virgin!taesan x virgin!reader, marking, penetration (p in v), unprotected sex (don't!), lowercase intended, prompts italicized

the night had been perfect between you and your lover, taesan. his plans on taking you out on a date eventually ended up with you both making out on his bed. hands roamed around your bodies feverishly as his lips danced with yours, his fingers eventually latching onto the hooks of your bra under your shirt.

you see… you had never gone further than hickeys on the neck with taesan before, let alone anyone. so the feeling was new and scary when he laid his fingers softly on your back after you nudged at him.

“taesan… i’ve never done anything more than making out before…”

“mm it’s ok baby, i wanna make sure you’re ok with it though, so if i do anything more than what you’re comfortable with, you can stop me. how does that sound?”

you took a deep breath before nodding and taking your shirt off yourself. he didn’t expect that from you but was happy to know that the two of you were on the same page. your hand reached his arm, moving it so his hands were back on your bra strap as you leaned down to continue kissing him.

as the bra fell off of you, taesan kissed you deeper. his fingers rubbed the skin on your chest, eventually moving down to the nipples as he detached his lips from yours to attach them to your neck. leaving faint marks, he heard you gasp and whimper while touching the places only you have before. his rough skin made it all the more sensitive as he did so so preciously.

“baby tell me to stop when you’re uncomfortable hm?” an ok made him move his head from the crook of your neck onto your chest, kissing and leaving marks whenever he can. lips finding your nipples, both of you moaned at the feeling. his tongue played with them, flicking and sucking continuously. his hand got busy on the other nipple as you slighting grinded on his lap. his bulge grew with every pressing contact of your clothed bottom to his. he looked up at your face, now fallen back as feeling the warmth from his touch.

“angel, tell me stop now if you want me to, otherwise i’m scared i won’t be able to.” his raised a concerned tone, looking at you from below in your positions right now. you looked at him with pleasured eyes, just nodding, “please don’t stop.”

he turned you around as he gripped onto your waist. his hands slid off the panties you wore under your skirt with ease, allowing both of you to see the lewd position you sat in through the mirror across. you could feel his hard on under you, already feeling dizzy from the expectations of what’s about to happen.

he pulled out his cock, pumping it a bit to prep himself. his fingers occupied themselves with your folds, spreading your slick around to prep you. you watched the actions of his skilled fingers, wondering how many times he’d done this before to be so good at it. he aligned his cock with your entrance soon after, filling you with anticipation.

“it might hurt but focus on me ok?” you nodded as he inserted his length into you slowly, holding your hands and peppering your face with kisses to hopefully distract you from the pain. tears welled in your eyes as you focused on his touch, mumbling on about how it hurts.

“shh, just a little more my love…” he had almost been able to get entirely inside you, relishing the slow motion while feeling your walls clench around him. he had never felt a tighter grip on him before and it drove him crazy to know that it’s you. his thumb gently wiped your tears, pressing kisses where they fell.

the position led him deep into you, making you arch your back as you felt his tip hit your spot. he barely moved, letting you get comfortable with his cock first.

after a while, he began moving slowly, you holding your breath every time he went inside and exhaling whenever he pulled out until just his tip. he stayed inside you and worked you to feeling more at ease before increasing his pace.

his body bent you down, your arms instinctively holding you up as the position between you both changed. you were on your hands and knees, his cock buried deep inside and right behind you. your eyes never left his through the reflections in front, his gaze getting sharper now with you on your knees for him.

“look at your reflection. look at how gorgeous you are. so fucking gorgeous when i’m fucking you like this. so pretty for me, and only for me.”

a loud moan erupted from your pretty mouth as he fucked you harder and faster. you didn’t have to say anything for him to do as you wanted, and you were glad he understood you so well. he tightly gripped your hips, fingers digging into the sides. the constant hits into your gspot made it hard to focus on his eyes but you tried your best to keep it up.

taesan could feel his high approaching while you could yours. your moans got uncontrollable as you got closer.

“‘san ‘m gunna cumm.” hearing those words made him desperate to feel you come around him. he went even harder, pounding into your not-so-poor hole. he was so glad this pussy was his, he thought, as you came around his cock.

curses slipped out of his tongue feeling the liquid coat his length. it made him get even closer, pulling out and coming on your back. he breathed heavily behind you as you did so under him. he laid on top of your back, kissing your shoulder and whispering i love you into your ear.

“that was so good…”

“i’m not done with you yet love.”

[mrjeonghan]

this is me coming out as an boynextdoor stan

wish you were sober

pairing. best friend!leehan x reader genre. best friends to lovers (?), fluff, a sprinkle of angst, mutual pining word count. 1.8k warnings. reader is drunk and attempts to kiss leehan in this state (+ reader is shorter than leehan and wears makeup) masterlist

all it takes is one call from you, calling out his name with a voice that’s poutier than normal, before leehan’s striding out the door with his car keys in his hands.

when he sees you, you’re leaning against an electric pole, hugging it like it’s your lifeline. your other friends are around you, trying to pry you off, but you only push them away. from where he parks, he vaguely catches his name falling from your lips before he marches towards you and calls out your name himself.

you look up, eyes widened like saucers. instantly, as if you’re electrocuted, you pull away from the pole and glare at it, reprimanding. “you’re not leehan.”

the group around you bursts into laughter, and leehan can’t help the small chuckle that escapes him either. when he walks closer to you, you immediately cling onto him the same way you did to the pole, your cheek squished against his chest.

“my leehan is here,” you mumble.

he would have melted—no, dissolved—if not for the fact that he’s wholly supporting your weight and that all your friends are eyeing the two of you giddily. hence, his legs are forced to hold up straight, even though his heart is nothing but putty in your hands. he translates this through his expression instead, softening as he looks down at you and gently pats your head.

after thanking your friends for taking care of you, he walks off with you in tow. with one hand placed securely on the small of your back, he opens the car door with the other and attempts to seat you in the passenger’s seat. it takes a bit, because you’re reluctant to leave your hold on him, but he eventually gets you inside the car.

still leaning over, he easily fastens your seatbelt with a click. when he tries to pull away, however, you immediately snake your arms around his neck, holding him in place. it’s so sudden that he drops his hand onto your thigh for balance, but he quickly moves it before the touch can linger.

you’re staring at him, eyelashes fluttering. unlike your previous demeanour, your eyes seem to have more clarity in them now. you’re looking at him as if you’re searching for something beyond, while he’s looking at you as if he’s searching for a way out.

it’s too much. the blasting music down the street, the whirs of engines on the road, the mix of breaths between you, the ghost of your fingers on his nape, the weight of your eyes on him, the beat of his heart against his chest.

he feels too much, and yet, he can’t take his eyes off you.

slowly, you drag one hand from his nape, your fingers brushing past his ears and sending shivers down his spine, until it settles on his jaw. you cradle it gently, your thumb caressing his cheek. then, for a sliver of a moment, you drop your gaze.

it’s just a split second, but he catches it all the same. without realising, he finds himself flickering his eyes as well, and it’s all the indication you need to pull him closer.

that’s when leehan smiles, and then removes your arms around him easily. “get some rest. i’ll wake you up when we arrive.” he pats your head before shutting the car door.

when he climbs in the car from the opposite side, you’re facing the front and blinking blankly as if you’ve been slapped. he resists the urge to hold your hand like he always does on car rides, and forces his eyes to the front before driving off.

you do end up falling asleep, and when he gets you out of the car, he has to hoist you up against him snugly because you’re leaning your entire weight on him again. he doesn't mind, never when it comes to you, so he keeps his arm around your waist the entire time he’s bringing you up to your apartment. even when he reaches your door and has to fish out the spare key you gave him from his bag, he makes sure his hold on you is secure and that you’re resting your head on him.

when he unlocks the door, it seems to have briefly snapped you out of your delirium, because you’re removing yourself from him and staggering towards the sofa, much to his concern. he swiftly moves next to you, guiding you to the soft cushions and gently laying you down.

you immediately shut your eyes, quick to fall asleep again. at this, leehan sighs as he brushes the hair away from your face. “don’t wanna wash up first?” he asks softly. when you scrunch your nose in displeasure, he lets out a small smile. “not even your makeup?” he prods, and you respond with a quiet groan before you fall silent again.

his smile increases and he nods. “okay. just rest.”

truth be told, the alcohol in your system has already started to dissipate bit by bit, so even if you wanted to sleep—and never wake up again after what happened in the car—you couldn’t help but register all the stimuli around you, effectively reconnecting your consciousness to the world. this includes the ruffles of leehan’s clothes as he stands up and the fading of his footsteps as he opens the door to a room, prompting a series of noises from within, before the footsteps are fading back in until they cease right next to you.

the shuffles are heard again as he sits down, then the light sound of bottles hitting the floor. you furrow your eyebrows, finally opening your eyes just in time to see leehan place a soaked cotton pad on your face.

leehan immediately smiles when he meets your gaze, and he wordlessly prompts you to close your eyes so he can place two cotton pads on them. you do so without a fight, though your insides are practically fighting.

“let me know if i’m too rough,” he says, then begins swiping a cotton pad across your skin. he lets the ones on your eyes sit for just a little longer before he gently wipes off your eye makeup. “i’m sorry,” he lets out meekly when he has to apply more pressure on a stubborn area.

you remain silent the entire time, but you open your eyes again when you feel a warm towel on your face. he meets your eyes and smiles, as softly as how he’s dabbing the towel on your skin, wiping away the residue of your makeup remover. he does this a few times; washing the towel in the bowl of water and squeezing out the excess; and you keep your eyes on him all the while.

when he thinks he’s successfully cleaned your makeup, he adjusts his position, ready to stand up, but your voice immediately halts him.

“leehan,” you call, quiet and almost vulnerable.

he places your skincare back on the floor and faces you completely. “yeah?” he responds, round eyes staring at you softly… and fondly.

“you just took off my makeup,” you state matter-of-factly, ignoring your astute observation which has only added to the whirlwind inside you.

leehan blinks, then nods. “did i do it wrong?” he asks. “but i did it like this last time too… and the youtube videos….” he trails off, talking more to himself than anything.

“leehan,” you begin, your eyebrows furrowing. “do you do this for your other friends?”

he looks almost scandalized at your question. “no?” he lets out in incredulity. “you know i only do this for you.”

recollections of all the times you had been drunk and all the times he had taken care of you without any complaints, including taking off your makeup, flash across your head.

you suck in a sharp breath, looking him in the eyes directly. “then why?”

leehan tilts his head. “what do you mean?”

you avert your gaze, suddenly feeling too seen by him. silence encompasses you for a while and he allows it, waiting for you but not urging you—it’s little things like this that made you realise you never stood a chance against the line that threatens to be crossed in your friendship.

you hope he feels the same when you ask, “why did you reject me?”

the air feels heavy when you drop the question, and the silence that follows is even more so. you don’t dare to look at him, especially after the prolonged hesitance from him. still, you wait, even though you’re already close to withering inside. but when he finally speaks, the last bit of hope you’ve futilely held onto escapes like a droplet of water from a broken pipe.

“you’re drunk,” he says, but he instantly realises the gravity of his words when he sees the way you falter, the way he can hear a crack from you—and he feels himself shatter as well.

“no, y/n, i didn’t mean it like that,” he coaxes, getting up on his knees and placing a hand on your arm when you turn away from him.

“what other meaning is there?”

he pats your arm, prompting you to turn around. “look at me, y/n, please,” his tone is so sincere that you waver, glancing back at him.

“i said you’re drunk not because i’m trying to dismiss what you said,” he says firmly, needing to be as clear as possible. “but because it’s just not right for me to accept any gesture like that in your state,” he starts, then adds softly; hesitantly, “as much as i wanted to.”

the tears prickling at your eyes had been so close to falling until you caught what he said at the end. suddenly, your tears are gone and all you’re left with is confusion.

“hold on,” you turn to face him fully, momentarily surprised by the lack of proximity between you before you focus again. “did i hear that correctly?”

leehan’s ears turn an evident cerise, but he doesn’t move his eyes that are blinking up at you roundly. “i don’t want to talk about this when you’re drunk,” he laments, almost petulantly.

“i’m not drunk,” you refute firmly, and while you know it’s not entirely false, you also know your best friend wouldn’t fall for it.

“i’d rather spill my heart out when you’re not seconds away from passing out.” he attempts a joke, one corner of his lips quirking weakly, even though he feels like his heart is actually about to spill out his chest with the way it’s rattling his rib cage in anxiety.

you don’t have the energy to entertain him, so you remain tight-lipped as you stare at him.

leehan breathes out, deflating as he opens his mouth again. “instead,” he says, all traces of playfulness gone. “please… remember this moment.” he looks at you through his lashes, suddenly seeming so small, and his tone is too solemn, too desperate. “i’m not sure if i can handle another seven years.”

a/n. i just wanted to write abt leehan taking off ur makeup when ure drunk idk why it turned into a word vomit 😭 but i hope it was enjoyable to read!

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[4ranghaes]

Hiya!! Could I request christmas as parents with Taesan?

day 7 ⋆｡˚❆˚ ｡⋆ christmas as parents!

han taesan x reader [fluff, fem!mum!reader, dad!taesan]

10:53 - “baekho-ya!” you exclaimed, “come, quickly!”

baekho’s head snapped in your direction, where you stood crouched beside his little sister. he ran from where he was bothering his dad in the kitchen.

“what, mummy?” the five-year-old said, placing his hand on your shoulder once he arrived at your side.

“look, it’s your favourite christmas decoration!” you gasped, pointing to the winnie the pooh ornament you’d bought when baekho was just a baby, for one of your first christmases at your new house.

you and seulgi were in the midst of decorating a tree (or you were, while your one-year-old daughter hindered under the appearance of help), but you and taesan had many conversations this year about how your little boy was growing up too fast and, if anything, losing the magic of christmas already.

baekho fought a smile, scoffing at your words. you smiled, wrapping an arm around his waist, “don’t you want to hang it on the tree?”

baekho looked back at taesan, who was now coming to join you.

“is that still his favourite? baekho’s a big boy now, remember,” taesan offered, “i like this one.”

he reached down into the box, pulling out a polar bear.

baekho watched with interest taesan organising the decoration on the tree. you smiled up at your husband, who then took your daughter in his arms, showing her the decoration (from a safe distance).

“well i like this one,” you said, digging around until you found the very first ornament you’d bought for baekho’s first christmas: a family of snowmen, with each of your names listed on each one. you nudged your son with a wink, “good job seulgi can’t read yet, hey?”

he giggled as you placed the decoration on the tree, studying it for a moment afterwards. he then reached down, gentle hands picking up the winnie the pooh bauble, “hmm. i think this is still my favourite, actually dad. be– because there’s a tiger here, and i’m tiger.”

you smiled, kissing your son’s head as you stood up, “nice. go on then, put it on the tree.”

taesan smiled down at his son as he rocked back and forth with seulgi in his arms, he didn’t want to push it too much, but he was happy to know his son wasn’t void of christmas spirit just yet, “hey bud, have you ever seen home alone?”

baekho looked at his dad; who, although he would scarcely admit it, was his hero. he shook his head.

taesan gasped, nodding, “it’s one of the bests. but it’s based at christmas, is that alright?”

baekho giggled, before nodding.

“yeah? i thought for a moment you didn’t like christmas,” taesan said, placing seulgi back down on the floor as the boys busied themselves with decorating the tree, baekho doing so absentmindedly.

“no! i like it,” baekho announced, in the way that children do about any matter: serious or not, “particu-lar-ly because of seulgi.”

“yeah?” taesan hummed, looking down at his son with intrigue, “why’s that?”

baekho looked at his little sister who was sat on the floor, staring up at the christmas tree lights. he laughed, “she likes it. and–and i was worried that santa wouldn’t know she existed. b-because it was only her first christmas. but she got loads of presents! but–but i was still worried this year, even so, so i added what i think she wanted when i wrote my list.”

taesan’s mouth dropped open, as he nodded, finally understanding why his sport-loving son asked for baby dolls and various baby sensory toys on his christmas list. he thought it’d been a joke.

“hey bud, you don’t need to worry about that!” taesan laughed, checking to see you were watching what your son was saying as you stood in the kitchen, “you know me and mummy are in close contact with santa, right? it’s a privilege you get when you become a parent.”

baekho giggled, taesan just nodding seriously.

“how about you re-write your list then, bud? cause we gave him some ideas, but we didn’t really know what you wanted for christmas!”

baekho nodded shyly, taesan smiling and patting him on the back, “go on, then. seulgi can help me with the tree, can’t you princess? yes!”

[starrihan]

Help Me Out? (Jaehyun Fic)

-> Pairing: Jaehyun x afab! Reader

-> Plot: Tired and overworked, you just want some time to relax, when you get horny during a movie and forget to lock the door of your apartment

-> Genre: smut, sub tendencies! Jaehyun, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), use of nicknames (baby boy), masturbating (m and f), use of vibrator

-> Warnings: none

-> Word Count: 2,134

-> Notes: not a request but a surprise for my bestie @ddongtsan <3

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You just needed some time alone. Working in a daycare did have its perks: cute babies, good pay, cute babies, but they took up a lot of your energy. You’d come home most nights and dread having to cook for yourself or take a shower because one of the babies accidentally threw up on your shoulder and you couldn’t wipe everything off. 

It was a Friday afternoon. You worked full time over the summer, making your shifts 7 am to 5 pm, Monday-Thursday. You usually had Fridays and the weekends off, but decided to pick up today to make a little extra money. You lived with your friend but they were out of town for the weekend, leaving you all by yourself. 

You walk into your apartment, sighing as you plop your belongings on the table in the entryway. Today was particularly warm, and even though you spent most of your day inside of an air conditioned building, you managed to sweat just enough to be uncomfortable in the short time it took to get from your parking garage to your apartment door. 

Feeling gross and sticky, you decide to shower first before getting started on dinner. You turn the shower to a cool temperature, letting all the heat leave your body as you relish the cold feeling on your skin. 

Feeling exceptionally clean now after washing your hair and body, you wrap your hair in a t-shirt before making your way to the kitchen. You opted for a simple dinner tonight, egg fried rice with some spam. You decide to throw on a random romance movie on netflix. As you finish your food, you wash the dishes and return to your spot on the couch. You can’t help but get the sense that you’re forgetting about something but you brush it off in favor of lounging around and doing nothing. 

You find yourself drowning out the movie, mindlessly scrolling through social media, until you hear a moan. You quickly whip your head up towards the television, focusing on the couple making out on the screen. You had no interest in the movie until this point, not even remembering what the first few minutes were about. 

The breathy moans from the woman and the deep grunts from the man at the intimate touches had you fired up. It’s then you realized that you hadn’t had any sexual gratification in a while. Rubbing your thighs together at the scene playing in front of you. As the scene grew hotter, so did you. You quickly get up, release your hair from the T-shirt it was wrapped up in, and make your way to your bedroom, not even bothering to turn off the tv outside. 

You approach your bedside table, desperately rummaging through it to find the machine your body was craving. Your eyes light up when you find it, wasting no time shucking your shorts off and jumping into bed. You settle in and get comfy, surfing through the internet and media to find something to keep you going. 

You bring the vibrator to your slit, teasing yourself and collecting your wetness. You circle it around your clit, already panting at the minimal contact. Impatient, you slowly push the vibrator into yourself, letting out a loud gasp when it’s fully in you. You turn it on, leaving it at the lowest vibration and letting the slow but delicious pleasure consume you. Putting your phone to the side you bring your other hand down to stimulate your clit, rubbing circles around it, eyes closed in pure bliss. You were so caught up in the pleasure building in your core, you didn’t hear your front door unlock. 

“Oh god! I know you live alone but don’t leave your door unlocked if you are occupied!”

That’s what you were forgetting.

The boy all but shrieks, not expecting to find his best friend in such a compromising state. But you don’t stop, in fact. You only look up at him and smirk, if he was going to see you like this you might as well use it to your advantage. 

“What? Never seen a woman p-play with herself before?” 

You were treading a line with him right now and he knew it too. He couldn’t unsee what you were currently doing, nor did he want to. Jaehyun has been your friend for years. You knew almost everything about each other. You knew he would get flustered but you knew he would be turned on as well. 

In the daze that was this past week, you had completely forgotten about your plans with Jaehyun. He said he was going to take you out for ice cream since it was hot out and you’d been working like crazy. Even if you had remembered your plans, you didn’t even realize the time drawing closer to 8 pm, when you were scheduled to go out.

He stood there, frozen in place, not knowing what to do next. He knows he should look away, you’re his best friend he shouldn’t get turned on by watching you like this. But then again, he couldn’t seem to move his feet away from you. 

“So are you just gonna keep standing there and staring at me?” 

Your hand on your clit never falters, keeping the pace you had previously set, nearing your orgasm as you let him burn holes into your half naked body. He awkwardly shuffles his feet closer to you, until he’s just by the edge of your bed, an arm’s length away from you. 

“Come on baby boy, help me out?” 

He gulps as he inches forward, small beads of sweat trickling down his face due to the delicate nickname and the strain of his bulge against his jeans. He replaces your hand that was on the vibrator, slowly pushing it in and out of you. The foreign feeling of the vibrations on his hand ran straight down to his cock, becoming painfully harder. 

You reel your head back, moaning at the feeling of him lightly pounding the toy in and out, breath growing more shallow. He stays quiet, afraid of letting out a whimper if he opens his mouth. He settles down on his stomach, legs hanging off of the bed as he’s eye level with your pussy, watching as your juices flow out of you. 

“Can I?”

You nod your head desperately, giving him permission to do whatever he wants. He moves your hand away and you whimper at the loss of stimulation from your hand. He looks into your eyes as he delves in, licking your clit ever so lightly, like he’d break it if he pushed too hard. The way your eyes roll back makes him smirk, cool breath hitting your clit causing your back to arch slightly. 

He doesn’t stop moving the toy in and out of you, and your hands find their place in his hair, tugging it lightly and eliciting a couple whimpers from him. You notice him rutting his hips into the bed, trying to find some sort of relief for the throbbing pain in his dick. His tongue movements become more sloppy as he humps the mattress, your erratic attempts to meet his tongue allowing his saliva to dribble down your folds. 

“Jaehyun please!!”

You shriek. He keeps his movements steady, despite thrusting into the mattress at a harsher pace. He slowly discards the toy as you come down from your high, leaving little kisses against your clit and lapping up any juices that are leaking from your whole.

Your body dials back in overstimulation, but he throws his arm down over your waist to keep you there, cleaning you up. 

“You taste delicious,” 

He looks up at you, chin glistening with your fluids. He stands up from his position and it’s only then that you see how hard his dick is straining against his pants, begging to be freed. You take the chance you crawl over to him at the edge of the bed, looking up at him as you place your hands on his hips. 

“Mind if I help you out now?” 

How can he resist when you’re giving him the sweetest puppy eyes he’s ever seen? It’s almost sickening how innocent you look in the context of your given situation. It’s almost like a switch is flipped in him, and he’s at your mercy.

“Yes please,” 

He whispers, caressing your face with one hand while playing with your hair with the other. You waste no time unbuckling his belt before slowly pulling down his pants, his big throbbing bulge right in front of your face. You watch his expression while you palm him through his boxers, pleased when he flutters his eyes shut and bites his lip to hold in his whimpers. 

“Eyes on mine baby boy, or I won’t give you what you need,”

His eyes immediately fly open at your threat, fearing the loss of his ever-building orgasm. He looks down at you with desperation in his eyes, pleading with you to give him what he wants. You oblige, pulling his boxers down, letting them pool at his ankles along with his pants.

“Your dick is so pretty baby boy~ I can’t believe I’ve never seen it before,”

His dick twitches at the nickname, craving to be touched. You kiss the tip, slowly running your fingers under the base, tickling him a little bit. He shudders as his breath hitches, a tiny whimper escaping him and causing you to smirk. You wrap your hand around the base of his cock, giving it a squeeze as you watch precum build at his slit. You rub your thumb over it, spreading it out as he groans out. 

“Stop teasing me,”

He tries to sound commanding but it comes out more like a broken plea, helpless in your hands. You poke out your tongue, flattening it under the head while pumping the rest with your hand, the other one going to grip his waist. His hands find their way to your hair, slowly entangling his fingers within your locks. He grips a handful of your hair, moaning as you wrap your lips fully around the head, removing your hand and bobbing your head along his length. He guides your head slowly, moans freely escaping past his lips as he slips into a start of complete bliss. 

“Fuck, you’re doing so good…”

A particularly high-pitched moan squeaks through his throat, causing you to smirk, hollowing your cheeks as you push more of him into your mouth, nose just barely scraping his pelvis. He’s fully down your throat. He uses his hand on the back of your head to hold you in place, thrusting his hips in and out of your mouth. Tears sting your eyes as you start gagging, barely able to breathe through his rough thrusts. 

“Please… i’m so close,”

His begging keeps you going, ignoring the way you’re dripping down your thighs at his noises, determined to make him cum without leaving your mouth from his cock. His thrusts become sloppier, indicating his nearing release. The tears are steadily making their way down your face and your jaw feels like it's about to break. Your resolve almost shatters, until you feel warm liquid trickling into your throat, soothing the ache and dryness. You look up to see a beautiful image; his blissed out face as he spurts the final few strings of his release down your throat. You release your mouth from his length, laying back on the bed to catch your breath. 

“That was so good…”

Jaehyun falls back right beside you, not even bothering to pick up his pants, dick still hard as the stuffy air in the room starts to cool down. Your throat burns, barely able to get out a response as you wipe your tears. 

“I guess this means we aren’t friends anymore…”

You grab the water by your desk, chugging it like your life depends on it.

“Why not? Do friends not help each other get off?”

You ask, jokingly. He chuckles at your response, smiling up at you. Neither of you had romantic feelings for each other, the thought had never crossed your minds. Sure, you could admit the other was attractive, but the idea of using each other like this has never come up. 

“This doesn’t ruin our friendship though, right?” 

He asks, slight apprehension in his voice awaiting your response.

“No? We can just… help each other out? We can still be friends but with benefits?”

“That doesn’t sound like such a bad idea…” 

Jaehyun trails off, still dazed due to your activities.

“I hope you don’t think we’re done yet, baby boy,”

You stand over him, taking off your shirt, both to cool off and to turn him on. 

“We’re just getting started…”

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[mountaesan]

while you were sleeping ; m. jaehyun

pairing. sunshine!jaehyun x grumpy!reader (ft. best friend!taesan) genre. fluff , sunshine x grumpy au word count. 1234 words warnings. none?  playlist. while you were sleeping by laufey !!  notes. aaaa my first published work !! hope ygs like it <3 btw reader isn’t exactly… grumpy ? in this ? lmao you’ll see what i mean

“Jaehyun?” You whispered, scared you might awaken him if he was asleep. “Jae, are you sleeping?”

Your boyfriend let out a small snore in response, confirming your suspicions. He was curled into you, his legs tucked under him and arms wrapped tightly around your torso. You let out a small laugh, remembering his loud proclamation to not be the first to fall asleep during your weekly movie marathon. He was horribly wrong and you were elated at the idea of gloating about your victory to him tomorrow morning. Still basking in your triumph, you turned your attention back to the movie.

The weight of Jaehyun’s head resting on your shoulder was comforting but it soon became a distraction. You caught yourself constantly looking away from the laptop screen in front of you to watch your sweet boyfriend and his peaceful face as he slept. There was a recognizable itch at the edge of your fingertips, a familiar ache to run your fingers through Jaehyun’s hair, trace his face and commit every small detail to memory. 

Outside, the dark canvas of the night sky was illuminated by the countless number of stars scattered across the sky, like delicate and small pinpricks of light. Each star shimmered with a small brilliance, like it was whispering stories of ancient tales gathered from the farthest corners of the universe. The pale moonlight spilled gently across Jaehyun’s face, softening the edges of his usually sharp features with a silvery glow. Shadows danced delicately in the hollows while the light seemed to linger on his skin; it was almost as if night itself had paused to admire Jaehyun.

Your fist clenched tightly at your side as you fought the urge to cup his face in your hands and smother him with kisses. 

Jaehyun was, in no doubt, the more physically affectionate one in your relationship. In the past four months, he’s made it a habit to kiss every inch of available space of your face whenever he could. Grabbing your hand and tugging you into his embrace, his lips pressed against the crown of your head. A sneaky kiss on the cheek when he thinks you’re not looking. Entangling his fingers with yours when you’re outside. Wrapping his arms around you from behind, tucking you into the warm folds of his overcoat to shield you from the cold, crisp air. The list could honestly go on for forever.

You, on the other hand, were not as physically affectionate. Not to be confused with being not affectionate. You loved Jaehyun with all that you had but you were more selective with how you outwardly expressed it. 

A particularly loud sound from the movie snapped you out of your train of thought and Jaehyun flinched in his sleep next to you. You couldn’t help the smile that began to grow and you pressed a quick kiss to his head. 

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here.” You whispered. Jaehyun let out a small grunt as he shifted in his sleep. Nuzzling his face deeper into your shoulder, you felt the warmth of his body radiate and spread through your body, chasing away any remnants of cold from the winter. 

“Love you…” He mumbled. The words were barely coherent, just above a whisper uttered into the universe and into existence. A quiet confession equivalent to a gentle rustle of a singular blade in the neverending expanse of a meadow; hard to notice but once it catches your attention, you can’t look at anything else. 

For a moment, time seemed to still and the warmth of his words sank in, melting any doubt you had left in you. A familiar feeling of warmth bloomed within you and you welcomed it with open arms. It traveled through your body, finally reaching your heart and giving it a tight, breathtaking squeeze. 

You let the silence stretch, the loud beating of your heart filling in the gap like a drumroll in your chest. Not out of fear, but out of wonder. This moment felt so fragile, you were worried any sudden movement might break it. 

You looked down at Jaehyun, still asleep and blissfully unaware of the chaos he had just evoked within you. Brushing away a strand of hair from his face, you felt the warmth in your chest swell until it spilled over into a soft, uncontainable smile. “I love you too.”

Although he’d always been skeptical about aliens and paranormal life or whatever, Dongmin was slowly beginning to believe you were living proof of an alien abduction. Like you were whisked away one night on an UFO and some poor, random soul was placed in your physical body. There was something seriously wrong with you.

Your friend watched you with an intense gaze, his sharp eyes scrutinizing and analyzing every move you made as you admired the bouquet of flowers gifted to you by your boyfriend before he left for work. You were humming, for God’s sake. Humming.

“What?” You asked mid-hum, dropping the smile within a millisecond when you noticed Dongmin staring at you like you had grown a carrot for a nose. There was a slight accusatory tone in your voice, one that could easily be mistaken as malice to anyone else, but Dongmin knew you better than that.

“You’re smiling,” He pointed out with a teasing smile and lilt in his voice. He picked at a stray petal that had fallen from the bouquet of flowers and you scoffed in disbelief.

“Well, pardon me for being in a good mood. I can’t always be the brooding one, can I? Even us grumpy people need a break sometimes too, you know.” You shot back, but your biting words failed to prove its bite with the wide grin that was currently growing on your face in record speed. 

“I think we need to get you to a hospital. Something’s not right in your head.” Dongmin rested his hand on your forehead to take your temperature and you playfully swatted his hand away.

“I’m perfectly fine, thank you very much. You’re–” You jabbed your finger in your best friend’s face. “–just jealous you’re spending this holiday season with no roster. Again.”

Dongmin scoffed and pushed your hand away. “I’m just gonna pretend I didn’t hear the second half of that statement. Do you seriously need me to list off everything that you did today?”

The inquisitive quirk of your eyebrow was enough to answer his question.

“You've only been playing love songs since I got here, smiled at strangers all three hours we’ve been here, waved at the Santa from Salvation Army out on the sidewalk, and you literally pranced down the baby diaper aisle at the convenience store,” Dongmin rattled off, counting on his fingers as he did so and threw his hands down in exasperation at the end. “It’s like you’ve been possessed.”

You burst into laughter. “You make me sound like I’m some anti-social cynic, Dongmin. I’m just… in the holiday spirit, that’s all.”

Dongmin faltered, his retort to call you out on your bullshit dying on the tip of his tongue. As you admired the flower bouquet in front of you with a warm, loving glint in your eyes, he couldn’t help but quietly laugh to himself. He had his doubts but watching you running your fingertips gingerly along the rich, velvet-like texture of a pink tulip told him everything he needed to know.

You were in love. Hopelessly, utterly in love. 

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[enhanextdoor]

so we know im a leehan girlie but when i tell you bnd makes it so hard for you to pick just one bias.

TAESAN @ mama 2024 red carpet

[rentenwins]

silly little excuses (newneighbour!leehan x reader)

ch 1 • ch 2 • ch 3 • ch 4 • ch 5 • ch 6 • ch 7

synopsis: how oblivious can one get? leehan and his most favourite thing in the world… oh and his fish too, i guess.

content: NON-LINEAR TIMELINE this won’t make sense unless you read prev chapters!!, tooth-rotting domestic leehan, how does one feelings?, sungho is supportive but annoyed, f-bomb is dropped, banter, food depictions, FISH AND WATER

a/n: hi… i feel really bad for disappearing ;-; really bad writer’s block and very stressful time for me despite my uni break… but we are getting somewhere :’) hope you can all forgive me, enjoy!

wc: 2350+

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chapter 7: testing the waters (literally)

“Temperature shouldn’t drop below 22 degrees C, nor the pH below 6.5 and— oh yes, I keep their food just underneath here, and if you see anything uneaten for a few hours just remove it gently with the net. What else…”

You stare at the drawer underneath Leehan’s fish tank as he just showed you, seeing how incredibly neat and organised it all looks. It’s the day after the beach trip with your friends, and now you’re in Leehan’s apartment as you had promised him yesterday. He had just gone through the whole process of how to read the thermometers and pH readings, as well as the quality of the filters.

(As Leehan said, “Oh, but I already cleaned them so they shouldn’t act up. But in case one of them does, just turn one off. One filter really is all they need, but I just find this more thorough…” You look at the tank fondly. He really does love his fish.)

Leehan’s a bit off today, you observe. He talks as much as he usually does, but his smile doesn’t reach his eyes like they usually did. Now that you think about it, his smiles yesterday weren’t as quaint either. The boy took to wearing his glasses today, but it doesn’t do much to hide the bags under his eyes, nor to distract from the way he slurs his words a bit today out of an obvious tiredness.

“I think that’s all of it. But seriously, if you need anything, just text me.” Leehan says to you while you insist that it’s really not a problem.

This wasn’t your first time in his apartment, but Leehan was still jittery because of his crush! In his own house! Showing her a hobby that he never really opened up to a lot of people about!

Consequently, Leehan can’t help but recall a conversation from a few weeks ago, the same week when he had embarrassingly showed up to your doorstep asking for ingredients for his dinner.

——

“y/n, I think I like her.”

The line is silent, and a part of Leehan’s sanity comes back to him at the words he just blurted out. A crush. On his neighbour. Someone that he hardly knows. Mortifying to Leehan at least. The silence was almost killing him.

“Sungho? Are you still th—“

“About time you doofus!,” Sungho cuts him off with a shriek, “you and y/n’s heart eyes for each other were giving us high-blood pressure for goodness sake.”

“Us? Who’s us?”

Sungho scoffs at Leehan’s question, “Me and Taesan, duh. And probably Jaehyun too at this point. Don’t you know how hard we’ve tried to be subtle in helping you? God, I didn’t know y/n was this oblivious either, y’all really are meant for each other.”

“Helping? What on this earth have you been helping me with this whole time?”

Sungho groans, loud this time that Leehan has to remove himself from the speaker for a second. “The study session, leaving you alone with her. That ring a bell? Oh, and the chai latte. Leehan, I’ve known you for how long now, if I really wanted to get you something to eat I would’ve just gotten you those gummies you hoard.”

Leehan doesn’t even take a mild offence because he was too busy confirming his suspicions.

“So you were trying to sabotage me! Embarrass me in front of her and everything!”

“Oh good Lord, Leehan.” Sungho drags a hand down his face, “This was a plot for you to get closer to her! God, are you really that much of an idiot that I have to tell it to you like this straight up? I’ve never seen her so nervous, the way she looks at you like she’s mesmerised for some effed up reason. and the cooki— oh my god those cookies were the first fucking sign, I can’t believe yo—”

“Wait, hold on. Those cookies? I thought she made them for everyone.” Leehan leans back in his chair looking at the ceiling trying to process every interaction with you for the last few weeks.

“Well, yeah, she does,” Sungho says a little calmer, “but the last time she made those types of cookies were for Woonhak’s graduation and she wouldn’t stop complaining how time-consuming they were to make. Leehan. She likes you. So much that she’d make cute little biscuits for you and not give the rest of us. You know, like she usually does.”

Leehan is quiet, still trying to process the information Sungho just dumped on him and still staring at his ceiling. Sungho sighs and breaks the silence.

“You’re going to Busan right?”

“Yeah?” Leehan replies, more of a question and not a reply, “Not for another few weeks during study break. Why?”

“Let her take care of your Corydoras or something while you’re gone. Like house sitting.”

Leehan gets annoyed at Sungho a lot, but nothing gets him more annoyed at than when Sungho actually makes sense.

Sungho continues, “I was gonna tell you to confess to her but you can’t really do that if you’re on the other side of the country.”

Leehan slides down his chair, “I hate to say it but I think you might be getting somewhere with this.”

Leehan hears Sungho laugh. “Well, if she wonders why you asked her to take care of your fish and not us instead, just be honest.”

——

Honest.

The word reverberates in Leehan’s head throughout the current ordeal. It was reverberating all of last night when he was trying to fall asleep, the events at the beach were replaying in his mind. And it was the first time in his life he was at the beach and wasn't just thinking of the sea and swimming in it.

“Honest… trust.” he thinks.

You were both sitting on Leehan’s dining chairs that he pulled over from his small dining table to sit in front of the fish tank, showing you how he takes care of them.

“I’ll show you how I feed them, then you can try for yourself.” Leehan says as he stands and carefully opens the lid of the glass tank. He then opens the neatly organised drawer and pulls out a container of bottom feeder flakes.

“Just take a bit,” he demonstrates as he pinches a bit between his thumb and his index finger, “and you need to submerge it in the water so it sinks properly and so they don’t need to exert too much effort to swim to the surface.”

The fish food that Leehan releases into the water sinks slowly to the bottom to where the corydoras were all huddled. You watch as few of the fish start to eat and prod at the flakes.

Leehan passes the fish food in your direction to encourage you to give it a try as you stood from the chair. You take a pinch the same way Leehan did and you hesitantly let your hand hover over the water. Leehan seems to have read your hesitation and lightly grabs your wrist that was over the tank. You feel like you forgot how to breathe, yet your heart rate skyrockets and you feel your legs are wanting to give way.

Through it all, he doesn’t seem to notice any of this while gently lowers your hand until the flakes have been submerged, and you release the flakes between your fingertips. You see the fish curiously swim around the flakes like they've never seen it before, honestly you could watch them all day. Distantly, you remember Leehan’s hand that guided your fingers towards the water in the tank so you instinctively look at him, unsure of the blush on your face. But you’re met with the sight of Leehan enamoured with his fish as they ate and effortlessly glided in the tank.

He seemed to come back to his senses as he gazed at his hand still gently holding your wrist above the water. He gently lets go and clears his throat, hoping that his hair was long enough to cover his very red ears.

“Sorry I— wait here.” He manages to stutter out as he steps in long strides to his kitchen to grab a tea towel. He comes back with a tea towel adorned with cartoon corals and offers it to you to wipe your hands on, his ears still very visibly red. You mutter a ‘thanks’ and he clears his throat. Who knew a little gesture like that would’ve sent him to a frenzy? It’s silent again for a second as he takes the tea towel from you.

“How long are you away again for?” You ask to ease the awkwardness with a clear of your throat.

“Just three days, gonna visit my family and my nephew.” Leehan seems to reply easily, also trying to calm his blush down, “have you been to Busan before?”

You shake your head. “Well, did you want anything from there while I’m gone?” Leehan asks.

You shrug, “No clue.” Leehan looks like he’s deep in thought so you supply, “You really don’t have to get me anything, Leehan. Just— just come back safely, is all.”

Leehan’s eyes widen for a second before he laughs nervously, suddenly unable to meet your eyes at where you’re both standing.

“Well, I’ll think of something. I need to thank you in some way or another.” Leehan replies. He says it’s a ‘thank you’ gesture for taking care of his fish, but deep down he knows it’s also for his helpless little crush on you.

“Let’s hang out when I come back.” Leehan says to you, eyes holding yours as you couldn’t do anything but look back at him. His eyes trace your face, down to your lips where he doesn’t dare linger.

“I mean it. Just us two.” He adds.

You were taken aback, you almost laugh. There was no way he’s asking this right now. Right?

“Sure. If you’d like to,” you say with a dryness in your mouth. God, when did it get so warm?, “now you really gotta promise to come back safely.”

——

It’s Monday night, and Leehan had already left for Busan in the morning. You run some errands in the afternoon before coming back home, all with perfect timing so you could look after Leehan’s fish after lounging on your couch.

You make your way to Leehan’s apartment with his spare key, attached to it is a cute little green alien keychain. You go inside and make your way to the fish tank.

You step closer and open the drawer where all the supplies are kept and you’re met with a piece of paper that was undoubtedly Leehan’s handwriting.

Hi y/n, thank you for taking care of the Corydoras while I’m gone. And don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about your gift

Leehan ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ

You can’t help but smile at the letter he had left. Putting it aside so it doesn’t get damaged, you start the routine Leehan had taught you the night prior. Checking the pH, the water temperature, then opening the tank to feed the Corydoras. You do it with care just like Leehan did, and stare at the fish as they swim around the tank, the slow hum of the filter the only thing that can be heard in the quiet apartment.

You felt happy that Leehan has trusted you with his most precious pets, knowing how much they mean to him. You sigh, not really fully knowing what he meant of ‘hanging out’. Not like you already do it with all your other friends. But he said just you two! ‘He probably just means well!’ you thought ‘to be nice, like an extra thank you. It’s not that bad.’

Before you know it, 30 minutes have passed of you just staring at the tank alone with your thoughts about Leehan, only disturbed by your onset of sudden hunger. You remembered the warmth of his hand over your wrist. You sigh and groan again as you stare at the tank and its colourfulness, then you really start to pay attention to it.

It was colourful, clean and vibrant. Leehan’s care was evident. and to you it was endearing. Who else would take so much care in caring for little creatures. You remember the sparkle in Leehan’s eyes as he looked at his pets after demonstrating to you on how to take care of them. You smile at the memory and your stomach flutters again, and not from hunger.

A sudden knock on the door startles you on the chair you were sitting on in front of the tank before the dread of Leehan’s words could haunt you again.

“Y/n? You in here?” You hear Jaehyun’s voice before the door opens as he lets himself in. He’s greeted with the sight of you in front of Leehan’s tank.

“Myungjae?” You turn around confused, “How’d you know I was here?”. Jaehyun was holding a plastic bag, clearly from food delivery, taking his slides off at the door’s entrance.

“I could ask you the same thing,” He chirps as he makes his way into Leehan’s apartment, “What? Are you missing Leehan already?” He places the delivery bag on the small dining table, smiling at himself, proud of his own little jab. The smile falters when your usual bite doesn’t come his way. He nervously looks at you, still sitting on the chair but your gaze meeting anywhere but his.

“Y/n.” Jaehyun says slowly as you look up at him, “I was just joking! I mean, I guess we all miss Leehan! Even though he… hasn’t even been gone for what? 10 hours? But seriously, who’s counting anyw—“

“Fuck, I think I like him.” You blurt before you could stop yourself. Your eyes immediately widen and you feel your heart plummet to your feet as you realise what you just said out loud. You smack your hand over your mouth as Jaehyun looks at you with mouth equally gaped wide.

The silence was palpitating, even the hum of the filter seemed too loud, and even with Jaehyun in the same room.

“Y/n.” Jaehyun tries again, and you meet his gaze again. But this time Jaehyun doesn’t look as calm as he walked in. His face looked like it was about to explode, like how he usually looked at Woonhak before he would scold him into next year.

“Y/N ARE YOU SERIOUS, YOU’RE ONLY REALISING THIS NOW? GOD YOU BOTH REALLY WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER.”

[heeheesang]

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[w0ny-d3w]

[blissfullsvn]

if i say, i love you

summary. after a long day, all you really want is to be in taesan’s arms.

pairing. han taesan x reader genre. fluff, established relationship word count. 0.9k warnings. n/a a/n. fun fact: this wasn’t the original taesan fic i wanted to post for his bday bcs stms it’s easier to write sth in 3 hrs than finish a draft you’ve had for the past 5 months 👩‍🦯 but as always, please enjoy this, and i hope everyone gets to have their own taesan in their lives :) masterlist

you and taesan have never been overly touchy with each other. it’s not that you both dislike physical touch; you just tend to express your feelings more often through quiet moments spent together.

today, however, you need taesan more than ever.

you trudge inside your shared apartment, your body feeling unbearably heavy. taesan is sitting on the sofa with headphones and his ipad propped up on his knees, a contemplative look on his face. it’s a familiar sight, one that occurs whenever a new idea for a composition strikes in his head and he has to record it down immediately, so you usually leave him alone to not disrupt his creative process.

seeing this, you force yourself to stand by the door, hoping for at least a greeting before you can retreat inside your room—if your boyfriend was busy, you’d rather break down without him seeing.

almost immediately, taesan looks up and smiles, the kind where his eyes are squeezed into crescents and whiskers appear under them. but when he finally sees you, he instantly plants his feet on the floor, setting his ipad aside and ripping off his headphones.

“y/n?” his voice is soft and gentle. he always treats you like a delicate flower; it makes you feel like you can fall apart in his presence and he’ll be there to pick up your pieces.

“y/n,” he calls again, and he’s about to get up before you briskly walk towards him and all but jump on him.

with your knees on either side of him, you wrap your arms around his neck and drop your head on his shoulder. noticeably, taesan tenses at the uncharted touch, and a moment of hesitation lingers. but his arms quickly shoot up to envelop you, hands resting firmly on either side of your torso as he holds you tightly against himself.

he remains silent, letting you take in his warmth as he gently caresses your back. you nuzzle against his neck, wanting to get as close to him as you can. despite his surprise at your touch, he doesn’t make it known and mirrors your actions, nosing your collarbone as he pulls you even closer.

you thought you would break into tears immediately in his arms, but the more you lean into his touch, the more you feel your weariness dissipate, until the huge lump in your throat eventually melts as well.

sensing your breathing calm down and your body turning lax against his, he places a kiss on your neck and whispers against your skin: “i’m here.” it’s a simple declaration; two words that neither push you to speak nor stop you from sharing, but just to remind you that, whatever it is, he’s always by your side.

“i… had a bad day today,” you begin, and taesan’s hold on you never once falters. as you tell him about what happened, his fingers continuously draw idle circles on your back, and he hums softly to reassure you that he’s listening.

“how do you feel now?” taesan, gentle as ever, asks after you stop talking.

“...a lot better,” you confess and nuzzle against his neck again, landing a peck there to emphasize your point.

“i’m glad.” the smile is evident from his voice alone, even if you can’t see his face.

a few more moments of silence pass between you, the two of you simply relishing each other’s company. it’s only when you catch taesan’s ipad light up with a notification from your peripheral vision that you remember what he had been doing before your almost-break-down.

you pull yourself away, but your hands remain on his shoulders, as do his on your waist. “you were composing something before this, right?” your eyebrows are knitted in guilt, lips jutting out similarly. “sorry, i didn’t mean to interrupt you… you can continue now.”

“no, don’t apologise,” taesan replies immediately, shaking his head. he reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ears and smiles, fondness seeping from every pore, “i’ll always put you before anything else.”

it’s strange how the emotions you initially expected to spill over from your negative experiences today are now threatening to escape from these seven words instead. with the lump returning to your throat once again, you don’t trust your voice to speak.

instead, you move your hands to cup his face and lean down to place your lips on his, letting your body do the talking instead.

with every movement, your feelings translate from your heart to his. his grip on your waist tightens as he cranes his neck to capture more and more of these feelings, until both of you are rendered breathless from all the emotions filling your bodies, squeezing around your ribs, your lungs, and your hearts.

when you pull away, the dazed look on taesan is something that you want to carve into your mind forever. for someone who’s never uncomposed, the fact that he’s been rendered like this, and because of you, makes your insides twist with something far greater than you can explain.

“i love you.”

for now, you’ll settle with the word ‘love.’

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[xriwoon]

ꫂ ၴႅၴ ihan . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖

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[ddongtsan]

Between the Lines - Lee Sanghyeok

Riwoo x fem. reader

Note: He's sooooo cute, I think he's going to be my bias wrecker....

Warning: Friends to Lovers, fluff.

The café was nearly empty, illuminated by the warm glow of the lights that contrasted with the gray rain outside.

You could smell freshly brewed coffee mixed with the subtle scent of Sanghyeok, who sat across from you with his hoodie pulled up, his messy hair peeking out.

He seemed relaxed, as always, but the way his eyes lingered on you told a different story.

“You’re staring at me.” He said, his low, teasing voice breaking the silence as he swirled his coffee cup.

You tried not to look fazed, but the heat rising to your cheeks betrayed you.

“You’re interesting to look at” you shot back, challenging him.

The smirk that appeared on his lips was so very Riwoo — full of intention.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, leaving the cup behind. “Interesting, huh? Then tell me… what exactly makes me so interesting?”

Your eyes betrayed your attempt to stay composed, dropping to his hands as they toyed absentmindedly with the spoon. The way he made even the simplest movements seem captivating was almost infuriating.

“Maybe it’s the way you always seem to know what to say” you replied, trying to sound casual despite the rapid beating of your heart.

He let out a short laugh, the sound low and smooth, tilting his head as if he were studying you. “I just say what’s on my mind. Maybe you should try that.”

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms over the table.

“I already do.”

“Then tell me.” His voice dropped lower, laced with something deeper. “If you could say anything right now, what would it be?”

Your heart raced. Lee had this way of making everything more intense, heavier, like every word was a challenge he knew you couldn’t ignore.

“That maybe you should stop teasing me.” You said, narrowing your eyes.

He smiled, that mischievous grin that always left you defenseless. “And where’s the fun in that?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but he leaned in even closer, his eyes locked onto yours in a way that made the air between you feel charged.

“You know I’m serious, right?” He said, his voice so low it felt like a secret meant only for you. “This isn’t just teasing. I really like you.”

The world around you seemed to fade away.

The clinking of cups on the counter, the soft sound of rain against the windows — none of it mattered. Only his eyes on yours, filled with a sincerity you hadn’t expected.

“Then prove it” you challenged, the courage coming from some unknown place.

His eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, but the smile that followed was full of determination.

Standing up, Riwoo walked around the table and stopped in front of you, crouching down to your level. His scent was stronger now, mixed with the warmth of his closeness.

Gently, he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, his fingers grazing your skin lightly, making you hold your breath.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, his voice now a whisper.

You could only nod, unable to find the words.

The touch of his lips against yours was soft at first, as if giving you one last chance to pull away.

But when you didn’t, he deepened the kiss, his hands cradling your face with a tenderness that contradicted the intensity of the moment.

There was something hypnotic about the way he kissed you, as if every movement was calculated to leave you breathless.

His fingers slid to the base of your neck, firm yet gentle, sending a shiver down your spine.

When he finally pulled away, you opened your eyes slowly, still trying to process what had just happened.

He was watching you with a satisfied smile, but there was something more in his gaze — something that made your heart race all over again.

“Well?” He asked, his voice husky and slightly breathless. “Was that enough proof?”

You laughed, trying to catch your breath and hide the smile that was threatening to take over your face.

“Maybe you need to try again” you teased.

Sanghyeok leaned closer once more, his playful expression softening.

“I wasn’t planning to stop here anyway.”

And as the rain continued to fall outside, he showed you that some things didn’t need words to be said.

[myungjaehyun]

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[4ranghaes]

ice skating with myungjae!!!!

day 9 ⋆｡˚❆˚ ｡⋆ ice skating!

myung jaehyun x reader [fluff, fem!reader (use of nickname)]

16:26 - “oh my god, it’s snowing! y/n! it’s snowing!”

you giggled, looking up at your boyfriend as you were doing up your boots, “i know, baby.”

“this is perfect,” he squealed, “oh i couldn’t have planned this any better.”

“oh you planned for it to snow, hmm?” you chuckled, placing your shoes in the lockers provided before moving towards the outside skating rink. it was laid out in front of a big, beautiful house, the fairy lights strung along the side complimenting the christmas mood, as well as the christmas songs blaring out of the speakers.

families and couples were covering the ice, myungjae bursting with pride at his idea of a date night after all his concerts.

“of course. i obviously had an intuition,” he beamed, giving you his arm and leading the two of you to the ice, where you began moving on shaky legs. “oh god, this is harder than i thought.”

he was giggling as he looked at up you, your scared face making him laugh even more.

“jaehyun don’t laugh at me!” you exclaimed, holding on tightly to his arm, myungjae cooing at you as he kissed your head.

“i’m not laughing at you,” he chuckled, “come on, we can’t be beaten by that couple over there.”

you rolled your eyes at his competitive behaviour, but tagged along anyway. jaehyun removed his arm from your grasp, finding his footing and skating along properly as he took your hand and helped you do the same.

“ah i can’t believe it’s snowing,” he hummed, looking up to the sky and sticking his tongue out. you skated along behind him, one hand grasped in his as you smiled at the view.

“thank you, baby,” you smiled, skating closer to him and grabbing onto his arm once again, jaehyun looked at you slightly confused before you continued, “for organising this. you’ve been so busy, i should’ve been the one—”

“blah blah blah,” he interrupted, a teasing smile on his face, “shut up. you’ve had a long, hard time at work before christmas break. this is the least i could do. plus, i wanted to spend some time with my girl.”

you smiled as myungjae wrapped his arms round you, the two of you stopping in the middle of the rink. you melted into his arms, humming in satisfaction when your boyfriend shrieked suddenly, pulling you out the way of an incoming skater.

he pulled away from your body, his hands gripping the sides of your arms with a shocked expression on his face. you laughed, hands moving from where they rested on his chest to tug at his scarf.

“jesus… no stopping,” you laughed, beginning to pull him to skate again. he latched onto your arm, clinging to your body as the two of you moved.

“it’s okay, i think we’re still winning,” he laughed, pointing covertly to the couple he’d talked about in passing earlier, now both laying on the ground.

you laughed, shaking your head, “yeah not against her though, damn!”

myungjae’s eyes scanned the ice, landing on a little girl doing jumping tricks in the middle.

“damn!” he laughed, his arm wrapped around you from the side as you skated at the regular pace of everyone else, “we keep coming here that can be our daughter.”

you rolled your eyes, “if our daughter’s anything like you she won’t have the co-ordination to be doing all that.”