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[jkbabiey]

ᴍɪɴᴇ • ᴊ. ᴊᴀᴇʜʏᴜɴ

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: ~4.6𝘒 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 𝘧𝘸𝘣2𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘱𝘪𝘷, 𝘖𝘊 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦 '𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭'

it didn't surprise you when jaehyun's name popped up on your screen.

you two weren't speaking. hadn't spoken at all in the last three weeks due to a less-than-kind exchange of words at the last frat party you had gone to.

that frat party happened in the frat house in which jaehyun lived. you were no stranger to these parties. were no stranger to the smoke, the music, and the lights. you attended most of these parties, your goal being only one - to see him.

and you always did. his eyes always caught yours the minute you stepped inside his house. even among everyone else's gaze, his was always the first one that you noticed.

you and jaehyun had met at uni. you still remember the repetitive sound of his fingers tapping the table next to yours, while you tried to focus on the physiology paper you had to turn in until the next day. jaehyun was incredibly annoying, not stopping even when you politely asked him to, which resulted in you picking up your stuff and leaving the library and jaehyun with a victorious smile on his face. just to find him at the frat party your friend had dragged you to, sporting that same smile.

just to end up in his room. naked and screaming his name.

you always ended up in jaehyun's room. since then frat parties had become a constant in your life - you never stayed in them for too long because jaehyun always managed to drag you away quick enough.

the deal between you two was fairly simple - you slept together. nothing more and nothing less.

there really wasn't anything more to it other than sex. and you never expected more, seeing as the first thing you learned about jaehyun was how unruly he was - the complete opposite of you, the straight-A princess (as he liked to call you).

but you two were used to each other at this point - no one seemed to satisfy jaehyun the way you knew how to and because of that he liked to keep you around.

no one did it for you the way jaehyun could. not only when it came to sex, but in everything else too. you genuinely had a good time whenever you were with him, despite him taking every chance to get on your nerves. you two just got along.

but still, three weeks ago, at one of the frat parties you used to attend, you ended up in mark's room.

you would've never chosen mark over jaehyun. especially because the sole reason you were coming to these parties was to see jaehyun.

but not to see jaehyun's mouth working against a random blonde girl you had never even seen before. they were sitting on a couch, smoke all around them and she was straddling his hips, sitting on his lap. jaehyun's arms were rolled around the girl's waist, pulling her closer. meanwhile, you stood with your back pressed against the wall on the opposite side of the room, head tilted back while mark, who stood by your side, talked your ear off about this awesome new shot mixture he had made up with johnny, trying to talk you into trying it out.

it didn't take long to say yes to that shot (and to the countless shots mark and johnny offered after the first one) after that sight.

after that, you went dancing with mark behind you, absolutely inebriated, and no longer than five minutes after you started making out in the middle of the living room. it didn't shock you a whole lot when you woke up the morning after in a room you weren't familiar with, soft snores coming from beside you that didn't really sound like jaehyun's.

you were light on your feet as you picked up your tight black dress from the floor, squeezing yourself into it, grabbed your heels and walked barefoot out of mark's room, closing the door behind you softly, successfully not waking him up. your way down the stairs was a challenge as the wood squeaked with every step you took. you reached the end of the stairs, thinking you had succeded as no one seemed to have woken up, letting out a soft sigh and running a hand through your messy curls.

"had fun last night?" you heard from the kitchen, just a few steps away. you couldn't see who was inside the kitchen but you could recognize his voice anywhere. you took light steps towards the kitchen door, stopping when jaehyun came to view. you leaned to the side, resting your left hip on the wooden doorframe.

jaehyun looked like he had just stumbled out of bed. he was in the kitchen with a mug full of coffee in his hand, wearing an oversized black t-shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. his hair was messy, and his glasses were on. "yeah," you answered, your voice still heavy with sleep.

"was he any good?" jaehyun asked, and your brows immediately furrowed at his question. he chuckled at your reaction and pressured you, raising his brows in question. his voice had a playful light-hearted tone, but you knew him well enough to sense the hint of aggressiveness underlying it. "was he?"

"yes, he was good," you said and watched jaehyun's head tilt slightly in indifference. "better than you,” you added at that, loud and clear, letting your tongue quickly wet your lips in excitement.

jaehyun had always been the cool, calm, and collected guy who was never bothered by anything. and it stressed you out.

how could you be so indifferent to him?

but one thing jaehyun was, was competitive. both you and jaehyun knew that. jaehyun had a competitive side to him that few people dared to cross. but you... you did it all the time. because it was the only way to get a reaction out of him.

he raised his eyebrows in surprise and let out a giggle - you amused him.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.”

“well… it doesn’t really take a lot to satisfy you, so i won’t really trust your judgment,” he said, placing his cup of coffee on the marble countertop. he walked to the fridge taking out a box of washed strawberries. he extended the box towards you as if asking if you wanted some, and you let out an ironic chuckle at that.

“and even tho it doesn’t take a lot to satisfy me you’re still at the bottom of the list,” you fought back and jaehyun smiled your way, resting his forearms on the countertop, taking a red strawberry to his lips and biting into it.

“hum,” he hummed as he chewed, wet lips and eyes still fixed on yours, absolutely unbothered, as if your comments didn't faze him in the slightest. “it’s long, that list of yours, isn’t it?”

your breath was quick and heavy in anger, your hands fisted and your jaw clenched. jaehyun knew how to get to you. he knew how to hit you where it stung and he never, ever, hesitated in doing it. never afraid of hurting you.

“i’m leaving,” you muttered, immediately turning your back to him and walking to the door.

“not saying bye to mark?” you heard him ask in a slightly louder voice, followed by a mocking chuckle.

“fucking asshole,” you said back, hoping he’d still hear you, which he did given by the amused laugh he let out after your comment.

three weeks had passed and now here you stood, in the middle of your skincare routine with jaehyun’s name plastered on your screen as he called you at 11:30PM. you didn’t even bother picking up, knowing he’d find another way to contact you.

jaehyun: stop ignoring me

jaehyun: saw your ig

by that, he meant the instagram story you had posted, which was not that special - just you, lying down on your silky pillow, makeup and hair done.

jaehyun: cmon pick up babe

by the time he called you for a second time you had a random vinyl playing, your favorite pink little pajama set thrown on, your curls down, your skin glowing, and your lips glossed. jaehyun was coming over.

you picked up. “can i come over?” was the first thing he said.

“why would i let you come over?”

“we both know you miss me,” he said immediately to which you let out a snort. “you don't? be honest y/n” he asked and you could already hear the teasing smile in his voice.

“are you sure it’s not the other way around?”

“as in me missing you?”

you hummed and he stayed quiet for a while “nope, you just looked cute in your story.”

“yeah right. you can go find some other cute girl then,” you said.

"no one's as cute as you-" and you hung up on him.

ten minutes later your doorbell rang and you knew it was him. you opened the door, greeting jaehyun with an annoyed expression. “i told you not to come over.”

“you still mad at me?” he asked, as his eyes ran over your figure. bare legs and perky nipples on display for him - small and delicate, just the way he likes you.

“was never mad. i don’t get mad at you jaehyun, you’re not that important,” you deadpanned, left brow raised.

“yeah, right,” he hummed and took a few steps forward, coming closer to you and closing the door behind him. he didn’t say a word, just staring down at you as you crossed your arms in front of your chest defensively, while starring back at him.

jaehyund sighed when a minute passed, and you did not look away. a teasing smirk grew on his lips, as he buried his hands in the pockets of his grey sweatpants. “why did you sleep with mark when I was right there?” he said, phrasing the question as if he had been waiting for you to answer it for the past three weeks - almost tiredly, letting out a short breath at the end of it.

“he was also right there,” you shrugged, settled on not telling him that what had really worked you up that night had been his interest in that other girl.

he rolled his eyes in annoyance, and you almost squealed at the sight of jaehyun losing his temper. “c’mon y/n, don’t make me lose my patience with you.”

“maybe that’s what I want,” you teased, raising your head, nearing your face to his to look into his eyes, almost daring him to do something. “you get so fucking boring after a few weeks, jaehyun.” you whispered against jaehyun’s mouth, watching as his tongue poked the inside of his cheek in annoyance. “that whole calm and collected thing you have going on,” you gestured with your hands before placing your pointing finger against the center of his chest. “it gets fucking tedious. that’s why I slept with mark. at least I can see some actual desire in his face.”

jaehyun’s anger was almost pouring out of his eyes. you could see that if he could just pick you up and throw you out the window, he absolutely would. instead, he grabbed your jaw in a tight grip, pulling your face even closer to his. “you don't think I desire you, that’s it?” he asked, an almost sadistic grin growing on his face.

when you slowly nodded your head against his grip, his hands moved to tightly grab both your shoulders, throwing your body against the wall across from him. “gonna show you just how much I want you, then."

and then, his lips were on yours, relentlessly working against them. his tongue parted your lips, invading your mouth as you moaned against him. his hand tightly gripped your ass, signaling for you to jump to his lap, which you did. your legs immediately wrapping around jaehyun's waist, with his hand still squeezing your ass. he pressed your body against the wall, rutting his hips against your clothed core, his mouth still fast and almost aggressive against yours.

you couldn’t keep up. you could never keep up with jaehyun.

“what was it about him that you liked so much, hum?” he asked, heavy breath and ironic tone of voice, while still humping his hips against yours in quick motions, almost desperately. “did he cry? he looks like he’d cry.”

“he could cry and still be better than you,” you moaned and jaehyun laughed at how your body’s reactions to him were so opposite to what your mouth was saying. “feels like I’m fucking a corpse with you,” he let out a burst of genuine laughter at that, and you couldn’t help the affectionate smile that grew on your lips at the sound.

“that’s taking it a bit too far isn’t it, princess?” he asked, and you looked down at him.

“is it tho?” he rolled his eyes, moving one of his arms to your waist to carry you to your bedroom. he had been in your flat so many times that he knew where everything was - even his spot on your bed was already defined (he slept closer to the door).

jaehyun laid your body down under his and stopped to awe at your figure, your face all flushed, long curls perfectly laid out on your mattress. lotioned skin shining under the yellow light of your bedroom, body pliable to his touch when he moved a hand to your knees to spread your legs further. he could feel his heartbeat quicken every time he looked at you.

“you’re so annoying,” he muttered, under his breath, his hands moving to take your tight pink tank top off your body, over your head, your tits coming right into his vision. “god, can’t believe you let mark touch these,” he breathed out, more to himself than to you, as he reached down, pressing his nose against your skin. "always smell so good, baby," he whispered when you rolled your arms around his neck. he moved down to mouth one of your tits, his tongue rolling around your hard nipple, his fingers massaging the other one.

“jaehyun,” you cried and thrust your hips up against his abdomen, as your hands ran through his back, gripping his sweatshirt, signaling him to take it off.

he pulled away from you to take it off and you almost moaned at the sight of his bare torso. he let you run your hands through his skin, your nails scraping against his nipples, to which he hissed and then surged forward to latch his lips to yours again in a messy kiss.

his kisses ran a hot wet path from your neck to the valley between your tits, across your abdomen and then reaching your tight pink pajama shorts. the cotton material was so thin and tight that he could see you weren’t wearing panties underneath it. he let out a loud moan at that, resting his forehead against your pelvis, closing his eyes in restraint trying not to rip the material off your body and fuck you senselessly. he opted to stick out his tongue and lick the whole expanse of your pussy through the pink material.

“oh god,” you gasped, your hands immediately finding purchase in his hair. “d-don’t stop,” you cried as jaehyun messily licked against your already-soaked shorts.

it didn’t take him long to grow tired of the last piece of clothing in your body and get rid of it, throwing it somewhere in your room. he leaned back, to appreciate the sight of your body, completely naked, laid out, and waiting for his touch. you were glowing. “so perfect,” he whispered, and you almost came at that. you extended your leg to his hip, trying to pull him closer again. and jaehyun got back to his previous position with his head between your legs, pressing a quick kiss to your exposed clit, making you breathily curse out his name.

as soon as jaehyun's tongue made contact with your pussy your legs shook against his head. you let out a drawn-out moan and his hands grabbed tightly at your thighs keeping them spread open. you were reduced to a series of gasps and cries of jaehyun’s name as he hummed sounds of pleasure, and repeatedly fucked you open with his tongue, going in and out of your hole, to then run up your pussy and circle your clit in quick motions. “jae, i’m gonna c-“

“you can come, baby, come for me,” he muttered against your pussy, feeling the muscles of your pussy clenching and unclenching repeatedly, his hips already rutting against your bed in search of relief at the sight of your body withering before him. the vibrations of his voice against your pussy were enough to send you over the edge. you threw your head back, your legs shacking against jaehyun’s head, making him let out repeated whimpers. his eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as his tongue lapped at your pussy, relentlessly working against your clit. your fingers pulled at his hair, and you cried out loud moans.

if it wasn't for your feet on his shoulder pulling him away, you’re not sure he would ever have stopped the motions of his tongue against you. when he did pull away, with the bottom half of his face covered in your juices, you smiled at him, hazy with lust, and he let out an amused chuckle at your fucked out expression. “mark could never eat you out like that,” he whispered against your lips, his face hovering over yours when his hips settled between your open legs.

he reached down, aligning his tip with your pussy, and immediately thrusted forward, not giving you any time to process the high you had only came down from.

“ah- jaehyun, what the fuck,” you cursed at the sharp pain of his thick girth filling you up in the way that only jaehyun knew how to. you had never felt anyone as big as jaehyun, someone who fit inside you like jaehyun did, satisfying all your needs. "fucking asshole," you hissed.

“stop whining like a fucking bitch and take what I give you,” he groaned through his teeth. “so fucking tight baby,” he said, moving in and out of you in quick motions, causing loud desperate cries to leave your mouth. “hasn’t he been fucking you loose, hum?” he asked as his pace got exponentially faster. “you need to learn that this is my pussy, you hear me?” he growled against your ear when you turned your face away from him, eyes scrunched and furrowed eyebrows. “you’re mine, only I can touch you like this,” he continued, and you let out a loud cry of his name. “say it, say it baby,” he growled again.

"jae, slow down- oh my god-" you gasped when he decided to do the exact opposite, his thrust getting harder.

when you didn’t say what he wanted you to, his hand reached your neck, applying enough pressure on it to cut your breathing short. “fucking say it,” he said and you moaned at the feeling of his hand on your neck. he laughed when your pussy clenched harder. “you like it when i choke you? fucking slut,” he said, chocking you even harder. “my slut-“

“yours,” you screamed. “only yours jaehyun,” you cried as the tears in your eyes ran down your cheeks. he rammed your pussy as you cried, letting out loud desperate moans. he grabbed your jaw, bringing your parted lips to his in a messy kiss, his muscle immediately intruding your mouth. drool was rolling down the side of your mouth, as his tongue and yours fought for dominance.

it was a mess. everything was a mess. you. jaehyun. the sound of jaehyun’s hips slamming the back of your tights. your blanket, covered in the juices of your previous orgasm.

it was when jaehyun let out again breathy whimper against your mouth that you knew he was close. he reached down, rubbing quick harsh circles against you clit. “can i come inside?” he asked against your mouth and you nodded fervently, muttering followed please’s against his lips. “gonna fill you up baby,” he moaned. “that’s all you’re good for isn’t it? just need someone to fuck you dumb don’t you? you don’t even care who it is,” he groaned and you cried, shaking your head in denial, to which jaehyun let out a smile of victory.

“no one fucks me like you do, jaehyun,” you cried and pulled him closer to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“my baby,” he moaned, his tone suddenly softer than ever. “not mark’s. just mine.”

and with that, you came around his dick. your legs shaking violently against his hips, you threw your head against the bed, arching your back, pulling your chest flushed against jaehyun’s. and at the feeling of your velvety walls pulsing tightly around him, jaehyun’s pace inside you became almost animalistic until white spurts of his cum were filling you up.

he fucked his cum into you until there was nothing left, making you moan in overstimulation. “jae, s’too much,” you whimpered, and he stopped his motions, collapsing on top of your body, his face buried in the crook of your neck.

you ran the tips of your fingers through his spine as he peppered gentle pecks against the skin of your neck. his dick was still inside you when he asked, with his voice still raspy. “why did you sleep with mark?”

you sighed, noting the almost unnoticeable hint of disappointment behind his words. “you were busy.”

“what?” he asked, pulling his face away from your neck to look you in the eye, his brows furrowed. he hissed at the feeling of your sticky center against his. “what do you mean?” he asked while reaching down to get off you, laying by your side and throwing one arm on top of your waist with his palm against your tummy, staring at the side of your face.

“the blonde girl,” you mumbled, mindlessly playing with his fingers resting on your tummy.

he thought back to the party, remembering the blonde girl chasing around him through the party as he searched around the house for you, just for johnny to tell him that you had gone up to mark’s room. then, he thought back to when she was grinding on him as he kissed her mouth. “oh, you saw that?”

“yeah.”

“nothing really happened. we just kissed, then i found out you were in mark’s room and just went up to sulk in my own room,” he explained and you couldn’t help the little chuckle that left your lips at that.

“ i only went to mark's room because you were grinding on someone else! also, how do you say nothing happened and then say you ‘just kissed’” you mimicked. “I literally saw her on your lap. only I get to be on your lap during parties,” you mumbled as jaehyun watched you helplessly ramble from beside.

“we never said we were exclusive, y/n,” he said and you looked to the side, raised eyebrows, and parted lips, watching a teasing smirk grow on his lips.

“I thought it was explicit,” you whispered and jaehyun bit his bottom lip, enjoying your reaction to his teasing remark. "I mean, I wasn't sleeping with anyone else- and I'm not, it was really just that one time with mark, and just because I was angry and drunk." you stopped your rambling, feeling jaehyun's eyes on you and stopped playing with his fingers, building up the courage for your next question. "are you sleeping with other people?"

“I’m not,” he whispered, sighing dreamily and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"you're being weirdly affectionate," you said, laughing at his reaction.

"you literally asked for it. I don't want to be a corpse," he answered making you let out an amused chuckle. "about the blonde girl," he said and you looked at him, your eyes boring into his. "I'm sorry I kissed her. the truth is that the night before, johnny hadn't shut up about how I was so in love with you and you didn't feel the same," your eyes widened in shock, and jaehyun laughed. "I freaked the fuck out and decided to sleep with someone else that night. but when i was about to take her up to my room, i basically just chickened out and went looking for you. and that's when i found out you had gone up with mark."

he explained, honesty overflowing in his voice, his eyes still fixed on yours. you sighed and looked back at the ceiling of your room. “I'm sorry, princess,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to your shoulder, his hands starting to lovingly stroke the skin of your waist.

“are you in love with me?” you asked after a few minutes of silence and his hand stopped it's motions.

"I don't know," he answered. "probably."

you looked over at him. his hair was messy over his forehead, his eyes looked at you, hesitant, and with his bottom lip tucked under his teeth. you rolled around, laying on your side with your chest now pressed to his, and pulled his face closer with one hand behind his neck to gently press your lips together, your lips molding to his in a soft, slow kiss. his arms rolled around your waist as he hummed against your mouth and pulled your body on top of his.

"and what are you gonna do about that?" you asked when your lips parted.

"I don't know, I've never done this before," he whispered against your lips.

it was a known fact to you that jaehyun had never dated before. all his associations with other women were resumed to one-night-stands or one-month-long flings (and that was pushing it). so it was no shock that jaehyun really was clueless about what to do when it came to actual relationships. "you should probably take me on a proper date," you said between chuckles.

"aren't we a bit past that?" he asked, smirking. "I mean, I literally just fucked you," he laughed when you rested your forehead against his chest in faked disappointment. "will you make me the happiest man alive and go out with me?" he said when you moved to rest your chin against the center of his chest.

"oh my god, you're not proposing, jaehyun," you complained and jaehyun burst out laughing again. "try again."

"just let me take you on a date," he said, closing his eyes in annoyance, and you chuckled. "please?" he added, slowly opening his eyes to look down at you. at that, you reached up to press repeated pecks against his lips, unable to control the affection you felt towards the boy. it was endearing how clueless he was.

"how 'bout breakfast tomorrow?" you whispered against his lips and he nodded. "no fucking until then. we can't rush things," you warned and jaehyun laughed loudly, surprised you would even propose that knowing you two had had sex countless times before.

also, he was sleeping over. "you can't be serious," he deadpanned.

"I am! there are rules when it comes to dating, jaehyun!"

jaehyun ended up fucking you twice in the shower and, once again, in bed, before you went to sleep. in the morning, while you were getting ready to go out for breakfast, he fucked you against the wall of your bedroom and then again, with you bent over the bathroom counter. after that, as he was driving you two to the brunch place he had chosen, you argued about how he couldn't keep it in his pants. you argued, really, because he spent the whole ride mocking you. then, he fingered you under the table during brunch and had the guts to blame you for wearing a skirt.

nothing with jaehyun was according to the norm. he didn't believe in rules and he wouldn't ever do anything the way he was told to. you weren't ever sure of anything when it came to jaehyun and it infuriated you, but later that night, about 12 hours after your first date, jaehyun asked you to be his girlfriend, and you couldn't do anything except let out a burst of laughter and mutter an infatuated 'yes'.

and you couldn't be more certain of your answer.

[yunsbunnie]

texts with fwb!sunghoon when he gets jealous after he blew you off for his friends

warnings : fake texts, suggestive, violence (with a bat), jealousy, mentions of broken bones, profanity, fwb2lovers | note : the roblox texts took me too long…

[hoshifighting]

hi hi could you do an fwb2lovers wonwoo with some angst but happy ending? I really love your works!!! thank you 😊

Friends with Benefit to Lovers - Wonwoo

a/n: thank you for all the luv, xoxo 💋❤️

warnings: suggestive ending, angst, fluff, being left out, reconciliation.

you and Wonwoo have been tight since freshman year, forged through late-night cram sessions, shared slices of greasy pizza, and endless games of FIFA. it's that kind of friendship where you know each other's quirks better than your own.

one friday evening, you find yourselves at a frat party, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and the bass from the speakers pounding against your chest, you're just happy to be along for the ride, nursing a red cup of something that tastes suspiciously like punch.

you watch from a distance as a girl from Wonwoo's course sidles up to him, their conversation growing more animated by the minute. part of you wants to intervene, to remind Wonwoo of your existence, but another part—the stubborn part—refuses to budge. so you sit there, nursing your drink and pretending not to care. 

you had drunk so much that the party went by too quickly, the cheap alcohol from the punch felt like a punch to your liver. some of your friends still tried to talk to you, but your social battery had already run out.

so, you stay put on the worn-out couch, drowning your thoughts in another cup of punch that's probably more sugar than anything else. the party is winding down, people stumbling out the door in twos and threes, but you're stuck here, waiting for Wonwoo's ride back to the dorms.

time stretches on, each minute feeling like an eternity as you wait for Wonwoo to notice you. finally, he appears in front of you, his expression unreadable. "let's go?" he says, his tone flat.

you stand up without a word, ignoring his outstretched hand as you make your way to the door. the car ride is suffocating in its silence, each passing mile stretching the tension between you until it feels like it might snap.

back in the dorm, you head straight for the bathroom, needing a moment to yourself. as you're drying your hair with a towel, Wonwoo's voice cuts through the silence like a knife. "why are you like this?" he demands, his frustration palpable.

you whirl around, towel still clutched in your hand. "remembering my existence now?" you snap. Wonwoo's taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise.

"what's that supposed to mean?" he asks.

you square your shoulders, refusing to back down.

"it means you've been ignoring me all night, and now you expect me to act like everything's okay? i'm not a mind reader, Wonwoo. i can't just pretend like nothing's wrong."

"are you telling me this because of soojin?" he asks, his voice tinged with frustration.

you roll your eyes, unable to mask your irritation. "like it's not obvious," you mutter under your breath.

Wonwoo's expression softens, and he takes a step closer, reaching out as if to touch your arm. "look, she's just a girl from my class. we were talking about a new project, that's all. there's no need to feel jealous."

you scoff, cutting him off before he can finish.

"jealous? you think i was jealous?" you shoot back, incredulous. "no, i wasn't. i just didn't want to go to a party and be alone the whole fucking time!"

you let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.

"yes, i was with my friends," you concede, your tone softer now. "but i came with you, Wonwoo. and i... i wanted to spend time with you."

"i know, i know," he starts, his tone apologetic yet tinged with frustration. "but i thought you'd be fine with your friends for a bit. i didn't mean to make you feel left out."

you let out a heavy sigh, crossing your arms over your chest.

"it's not just about being fine with my friends," you say, your voice quieter now, tinged with hurt. "i came here with you, Wonwoo. i wanted to spend time with you. but instead, i felt like i was just tagging along while you hung out with someone else."

Wonwoo's shoulders slump, his gaze dropping to the floor as he rubs the back of his neck.

"i didn't realize you felt that way," he admits, his voice quiet.

"well, now you do," you reply, crossing your arms over your chest. "and it sucks feeling like i'm just some afterthought."

you collapse onto the couch, the weight of the argument draining every ounce of energy from your body. you're exhausted, emotionally spent, and all you want to do is close your eyes and forget about the whole thing.

but before you can even think about resting, Wonwoo kneels down in front of you, his expression soft with concern. you meet his gaze, the weariness in your eyes mirrored in his own.

"hey," he says gently, reaching out to take your hand in his. "are you okay?"

you nod, a small sigh escaping your lips. "yeah," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.

Wonwoo squeezes your hand, his touch warm and comforting. "i'm really sorry about earlier," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "i didn't mean to upset you."

you manage a weak smile, the tension in your chest easing slightly at his words. "it's okay," you assure him, the weight of the argument already starting to feel lighter.

Wonwoo leans in closer, his forehead resting against yours. "i just want you to know that you mean a lot to me," he murmurs, his words a whispered promise. "I didn't realize how much my actions were affecting you. you're not just some afterthought, I promise."

you feel a weight lift from your chest as he leans in, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss. 

his tongue finds its way into your mouth, exploring every crevice with a familiarity that makes you mewl. you melt into his embrace, your hands finding their way to his hair, pulling him closer as if you never want to let him go.

that was another thing about Wonwoo – he had a way of making you feel like you were the only person in the world, like nothing else mattered except the two of you in that moment.

as the kiss deepens, you lose yourself in the sensation of his lips against yours, the taste of him lingering on your tongue like a sweet addiction.

he pull back slightly so both of you can breathe.

"you're not just my friend," wonwoo confesses, "you're... you're so much more than that."

your heart feels like it's about to burst from your chest as you search his eyes.

"I've been scared to say it, scared to admit it even to myself," Wonwoo admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "but I can't deny it any longer. I love you."

"I love you too," you whisper, the words spilling from your lips before you can stop them. "I've loved you for so long."

he kisses your forehead, your lips, giving the smile that you've always loved.

you pull back, caressing his chin and jaw with your hands.

"you know," you murmur, "just because you're sorry doesn't mean i'm going to go easy on you."

Wonwoo chuckles "i wouldn't expect anything less," he replies.

you smirk, feeling a surge of confidence coursing through you. "good," you say, your tone teasing. "because i have a few ideas about how you can make it up to me."

[tddyhyck]

i’m so glad u liked the jeno thing!! :3 the subway thing is 😩😮‍💨 because the thoughts that inspires… cough train sex cough. ohhh him knowing but pretending to be innocent and teasing u 🥺🥺 i related so hard to ur “an d and and and” (and it made me giggle because u sounded a little many thoughts head empty there). thank u for the meal as always 💖

& this is probably a few days old but i have to mention it,, blue U’RE SO FUCKING FUNNY I HAVEN’T STOPPED LAUGHING AT UR TAG “that jessi j song but change it to fleshlight” BECAUSE THE LYRICS??? “I'm stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight / You're gettin' me, gettin' me through the night” BUT WITH FLESHLIGHT I’M LAUGHING 😭😭😭😭 poetic artistic smut … oooh u’re onto something cus now i’m thinking … lee jeno 25k fwb2lovers angst n fluff and the filthiest smut where he feels lost in the world but then finds himself in u ❤️ (yes, like that)

also i swear i’m not a jaemin stan despite how much i’ve been talking about him (i was reading those chenle asks and giggling because yussss! *raises hand* another chenle stan here! :3 i’ve adored him ever since i first discovered dream, although i don’t know for sure who all i bias anymore because they’re all so 🥰💗) but today i saw a post about using someone’s cum as lip gloss and my mind immediately flashed to jaemin and his reminders to use lip gloss and it’s such a terrible little thought that my brain had that i absolutely had to share it with u 😭😭😭😭

~🪄

OMG wait this reminds me my friend hua @goldyeokki (they aren’t active anymore) they told me about chikan (dubcon warning) it’s groping on public transport and it reminded me of that in the best way 😵‍💫😵‍💫

jeno keeps me in a many thoughts head empty space i can’t explain it 😭😭

LMFAO idk why that song immediately came in my head but i needed to let the world know 🙏

STOP,,, jeno 🫠 fwb to lovers makes me GrrrrrRRR RUFRUFRUFFFF i love long form fics like that with all the juicy info,,, but he would be so rough and tough and doing everything to make you cry but when you both finally ~make love~ he’d be so soft and hold you so tight ,,, he’d be like a cheesy romantic and get the candle and wine and just I NEED HIM

chenle is so precious like i remember during debut he was so small and just a kid and he had the cutest hair now he’s all grown up and obnoxious and breaks my heart 😭😭 (i feel like chenle stans are so hard to find bc people don’t see him in a romantic way or a sexual way he’s just a good singer which is true but he’s so fucking funny) i’m the same way like i don’t have favorites bc they’re all my favorites now 😭😭 in this dream shit for life

THE LIPGLOSS NO FR,,, jaem probably stops you before you leave and he’s like baby wait lemme get some gloss for you and he would make you get on your knees so he can jerk off and cum on your lips GTG,,, is that too much ,,, he would tho

anywayssss hope u are well little magic anon 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻 have the best day/night

[seungkwansphd]

good news, bad news

pairing: hyungwon x reader wordcount: 5.4K summary: everyone else is dead wrong about you and hyungwon. it’s definitely just sex because there’s no feelings involved whatsoever and you’re going to prove it, especially to yourself. genre/themes: smut with some angsty(?) feelings, reader is a hyperindependent jerk, slight dom!Hyungwon, slight brat!reader, enemies2lovers, fwb2lovers, college au, frat au, 18+ adults only plz.

a/n: moving this over from parttimestan. follow up to ‘bad news, good news’ but it can def be read alone

“Hyung-Hyungwon!” you cried as he sucked hard on your clit. You instinctively tried to push him away, but he kept his arms firmly hooked around your thighs and continued his onslaught until your eyes were watering. “No-, I can’t, please!” you gasped, legs shaking before you gushed against his chin. Hyungwon pulled back, lips glistening, and arched an eyebrow at you.

“Did I say you could cum?” he asked sternly.

“No, but you-” you started to speak.

“But I? Not only are you talking back, but you also want to blame your lack of restraint on me?” he cut you off, brow furrowing.

“Sorry,” you pouted, glancing away nervously.

    Hyungwon’s grip on your thighs tightens and he smirks before announcing that you’ll try again. Your heart simultaneously rises and sinks. On the one hand, you love having Hyungwon’s lips on you, but on the other hand you really don’t know how much more of this your poor clit can take.

“You’re a menace,” you grumble as he dives back in. Your thighs immediately close around his ears and the struggle ensues again.

“This is ridiculous,” you complained a while later. You had tried to get up, but your legs still seemed to be made of jelly.

“Sorry I’m so good at eating you out,” Hyungwon apologizes sarcastically. You roll your eyes. It’s been a few weeks of hooking up and his cockiness doesn’t seem to be wearing off even a little.

“I can’t fucking stand you!” you exclaim. It’s a lie of course.

“Likewise,” he raises his eyebrows at you.

    You narrow your eyes at him, but he has zoned out and is staring at the ceiling. Looking at the time, you have roughly half an hour before you need to leave, so you rest your head against his shoulder and hope that your legs decide to work again soon.

…

‘why are you ignoring me?’

‘i’m not?’ you scowled at the text that you’d just received from Hyungwon. You could feel him staring at you from across the library.

‘come sit with me’

‘why? we’re not friends’

‘that’s weird. the way you were begging for my ‘fat cock’ the other night seemed pretty friendly to me 🤡’

    You groaned and put your phone aside on the desk and tried to focus your attention on your textbook. Unfortunately the information about child development went in through your eyes and right back out your ears because his text had you thinking back to a few nights ago when he had truly blown out your back. You glanced furtively around, as if worried that the other students could hear your dirty thoughts until your phone pinged again.

‘meet me in the archeology section’ and you were prepared to ignore it, but it was quickly followed by a second line, ‘i’m not asking.’

    Swallowing, you stood from your seat, leaving your things, and went to look for the archeology section. Muttering to yourself, you muddled your way through geology and eventually found it. Swiveling your head around, you saw nothing but shelves full of books. You checked your phone for another text and found nothing, which made your temper rise again.

“Wasting my time,” you scoffed under your breath, moving to return to your table. Two steps in, a long arm grabbed you and pressed you against a wall. You found yourself looking at a perturbed looking Hyungwon.

    You cock your head at him, pouting until he presses his lips against yours hungrily. Confused but aroused, you pull him closer and your eyes widen when you feel him pressed against your hip. The edges of your hazy mind remind you where you are, which gives you pause.

“Wait, what are you doing?” you push him away slightly, glancing around the stacks cautiously.

“I want you,” he says simply, voice coated with desire.

“Here?”

“Yes,” he nods, thigh wedging between your legs and nudging gently at your core. You clench at the contact and falter against him slightly. “Good girl,” he presses a kiss to your forehead as he coaxes your hips. Your brow is screwed up in concentration as you grind against his muscular thigh.

“Hyungwon-ah!” you let out a garbled moan as your clit rakes across the thick denim of his jeans. Beads of sweat are collecting on your nose as you inch towards orgasm.

“You gonna cum right here? Anyone could walk by and see you,” he teases, fingers still digging into your hips firmly. You mean to flip him off, but your orgasm arrives at the same moment and your body stiffens slightly as you bite down on his shoulder to muffle your sounds.

“Where-, I need,” you start a few sentences at once as you fumble with his fly. Hyungwon pulls you into a vacant study room before helping you with the task at hand. His erection springs from its confines and you lick your lips at the sight of the angry red tip.

    Hyungwon purrs contentedly as you drop to your knees and kiss gently up his thighs. You look up at him with doe eyes as you take his heavy girth into your mouth. You moan loudly at the weight of it on your tongue and your insatiable desire rises again. You set on an enthusiastic pace, lips stroking his veiny length as your fingertips toy lightly with his balls. Hyungwon sighs deeply as you swallow him to the hilt, throat milking his length.

“God you look good with your mouth full,” he laughs, but his hips jerk, belying the very tenuous grip he has on himself. You giggle with delight before pulling up to catch your breath.

“Good thing you’re so reasonably sized,” you joke, laughing harder than you should at Hyungwon’s shocked expression.

“Hn,” he grumbles, pulling you off your knees and pressing your back against the door. You fumble slightly with your leggings, but eventually his cock is pressed against your entrance. Even just the weight and heat of him pressed against your soaking lips is enough to get you writhing desperately.

“Please,” you beg, moving your hips anxiously.

“Want me?” he taunts, loving when you beg for him.

“Please,” you whimper, “Hyungwon, please!”

“Please what?”

“Please…I need you to stretch me out with that fat, thick cock, please!” you beg, sounding truly desperate. His face cracks into a grin and he grants your request, shifting his hips to drive up into you at a slow pace. You can feel yourself giving way to his intrusion and when he bottoms out, you let out a sigh, resting your forehead against his shoulder.

“God, like that pussy was made for me,” he murmurs happily.

    You relish in the fullness for a moment or two before squeezing around him impatiently. Hyungwon chuckles and complies, pumping into you deeply. You pant shallowly, looking into his eyes as your hands thread through the long hair at his nape.

“You feel so good,” you sigh, smiling dreamily at him as he continues to fuck you deeply. Hyungwon smiles at you and it’s not cocky or teasing like usual. He nods and wordlessly continues to push you towards the edge.

“I’m- I’m close,” he warns you through clenched teeth. You squeeze around him and nod breathlessly. “Where?” he asks, fingertips pressing almost painfully into your hips.

“Cum in me,” you gasp as your walls start to spasm around him. He curses as you milk him and he releases deep inside of you.

“That’s really fucking addicting,” he mumbles a few moments later, lifting his head to look at you again. You beam at the praise, but the heartfeltness of his words and gaze makes your chest feel tight.

“I have to study now, so leave me alone!” you scrunch your nose at him, shrugging off the post-orgasmic bliss. Hurriedly, you pull your leggings back on and slip out the door, leaving Hyungwon inside wondering if you’d ever let this move beyond ‘just fucking’.

…

“Are you ever going to tell me about Hyungwon?” Naeun asks casually after a brief lull.

“What?” you ask, inhaling some coffee, resulting in a brief coughing fit.

  Naeun fixes you with a stare that tells you she knows about your dalliance and that skirting around the issue is not going to work. You purse your lips and sigh.

“What is there to tell? We’re just hooking up,” you shrug.

“Kihyun said you guys spend a lot of time together,” she raises an eyebrow at you.

“We literally do not!” you groan exasperatedly, “It’s dick appointments and that’s it!”

“Okay,” she says in a way that indicates she doesn’t believe you at all. “You two just have good chemistry I guess. Everyone at Mu Chi thinks you’re dating,” she shrugs.

    Your eyes narrow at the comment, but the conversation returns to plans for the weekend. You and Naeun had decided to take the bus into the city for the weekend and found yourself with too many activities and not enough time. Today's lunch was meant to be spent paring down the list to a manageable itinerary.

“I wish Kihyun could come,” Naeun sighed suddenly, “I didn’t invite him or anything!” she adds on hurriedly at your sharp glance. “I just think it would be so romantic to do a city trip with him,” she says dreamily.

“You really like him, huh?” you remark, satisfied with the final list of destinations.

“He’s kind of great,” Naeun smiles happily at you.

“Let’s do something together after our trip,” you suggest.

“Really?” her face lights up and it makes the idea of third wheeling a little less abhorrent.

“Yeah,” you shrug, even though you’re truly very happy to see her happy, “We’ll see if he passes the best friend sniff test,” you laugh.

…

    Hyungwon squinted at Kihyun, who had been sitting across the room grinning at his phone for nearly twenty minutes. You were out of town this weekend with Naeun, so this was the longest that Hyungwon had gone without seeing you in roughly a month.

“Who’s got you smiling like that, bro?” Changkyun teases as he walks down the stairs even though everyone already knows the answer.

“Naeun keeps sending me these cute snaps of her trip,” Kihyun smiles widely, “They look like they’re having a great time,” he turns his phone to show them a picture of Naeun and you posed cutely in an aquarium.

    Hyungwon swallows, a surge of jealousy suddenly washing over him. He hadn’t received any such cute snaps from you.

“Hyungwon, Naeun said that YN suggested a hangout after they get back. I assume you’ll want to come?” Kihyun asks.

“Why would I want to tag along for that?” Hyungwon answers huffily.

“I mean she’s your girl, isn’t she?” Changkyun asks innocently.

“No, she’s not! We’re just hooking up,” Hyungwon answers adamantly.

“Ah, my bad,” Changkyun puts his hands up, “You guys just seem good together, my mistake.”

    Kihyun rolls his eyes, having already discussed this topic with Naeun. The mutual denial was tiring. After Hyungwon retreated to his room, Kihyun quickly caught Changkyun up so he could avoid an otherwise inevitable chewing out.

    Back in his room, Hyungwon checks your Instagram stories and sees photos similar to the one Kihyun had shown. You and Naeun had quite a packed itinerary and had already been to the aquarium, art museum, and lunch. Now it seemed that you were getting ready for a night out and Hyungwon found his interest…severely piqued. You had posted a series of outfit choices with polls for your friends to vote on. He found himself watching and rewatching them and all he could think of was how he would peel each of them off of you.

‘if you were here, i’d vote this one. it’d be easiest to take off 😈’ he messaged you regarding the sheath dress with a zipper up the center.

‘this one though 😵‍’ he sent after staring at you in a deep green slip dress. The straps draped seductively across your collarbones and the fabric skimmed playfully over your hips.

“God damn it!” Hyungwon groaned after realizing what he’d done. Throwing his phone onto his bed, he reconsidered all of the life decisions that had gotten him here.

“Your phone buzzed,” Naeun informed you as you stepped out of the bathroom.

“Ah thanks,” you smiled, brushing the black sheath dress that you had finally decided on. You grabbed your phone and noticed that you had a few DMs. You grinned at the messages from Hyungwon. While you hadn’t not been hoping that he’d see your stories, you also hadn’t expected him to say anything about it. Rolling your eyes, you walked back into the bathroom.

“Are you changing again?” Naeun asked, irritated at the number of outfit swaps you’d made already.

“Last time, I promise,” you grin before shutting the door behind you. Happily, you pulled the green dress back on, mentally commending Hyungwon for his taste. This dress was a little more elegant than the other dresses that were more suited for clubbing, but it complimented your shape the most. Checking your appearance, you decided that the jewelry didn’t need changing and stepped out of the bathroom.

“Ooh! You are going with that one!” Naeun clapped her hands together excitedly.

“Yeah,” you smiled, regarding yourself in the full length mirror contentedly.

“This one is definitely the prettiest,” Naeun nodded with approval, “Now I really wish Kihyun was here, cause I’m not going to be able to keep the boys off you by myself!”

“You should’ve just brought him at this rate!” you laughed, rolling your eyes playfully. Everything seemed to remind Naeun of Kihyun and she had been tied up with her phone pretty much the entire trip. While a little annoying, you knew you’d likely been the same when you’d started dating Johnny.

“Next time,” she giggled happily, “Now let’s post a fit check and let’s go!” she demanded, pulling you close for a selfie. You laughed, shifting to a flattering angle so she could get her picture. Once in the Uber, you reposted her story with the caption ‘and the winner is…’.

    Hyungwon scoffed as he flipped through your stories for the umpteenth time. You’d left him on read, but you had picked the green dress that he had liked. His fingers itched to grab you and feel the satiny material over your plush skin. His mind flipped back to your encounter in the library and he couldn’t keep himself from sending you a snap of his long fingers cradling his semi-erection through the fabric of his sweats.

    Your jaw dropped. You’d taken the opportunity to check your phone in the relative quiet of the bathroom and the image of Hyungwon’s dickprint had you on the floor in shock. You briefly contemplated screenshotting it, but were luckily still sober enough to consider the long term consequences of that. You were not, however, sober enough to refrain from sending him a few lewd snaps of your own.

…

“My head fucking hurts,” Naeun groans into her pillow the next morning.

“Please shut up,” you beg, pressing your own pillow harder against your face, trying to drown out both light and sound.

“Do you remember much of last night?” she asked, ignoring your very clear request.

“Honestly, not after the third club that we went to,” you shook your head.

“Same,” she laughed tiredly, moving to check her phone. “Oh my god, I sent Kihyun so many snaps last night. I don’t-, I hope I look decent in them.”

“Oh my god,” you sat up suddenly, “Oh fuck, oh no!” you muttered, reaching panickedly through the covers until you found your own phone. Fuzzy memories of images you’d sent to Hyungwon flooded back to your mind and you looked at his last reply to you, reading ‘you’re cute. sleep well 😘’

“What?” Naeun looked on curiously.

“I think I was sexting Hyungwon last night,” you looked at her, aghast. “Fuck, but I sent them all through Snapchat and I can’t remember what I said!”

“You fucking like him,” Naeun teased you with a shit eating grin. “No, you love that dude!”

“I do not! I’m just horny!” you tried to defend yourself, but it sounded flimsy even to you. “Please, I’m not going back. I live here now, I’m a city girl now.” you flopped down on the bed in defeat. Naeun chuckled as she pulled you into a big hug, choosing to delay the return to reality for just a bit longer.

…

“Oh my god!” you heard Naeun squeal as she opened the door to the apartment. You cocked your head with curiosity, but were mostly struggling to get your luggage up the stairs.

“Surprise!” you heard a deeper voice reply and upon entering the room, realized that Kihyun had taken it upon himself to surprise Naeun with a variety of decorations. “I missed you!”

    You were simultaneously impressed and disgusted by the romantic display and took the cue to hurry into your room and make yourself scarce. You were not prepared to see Hyungwon sitting on your bed, scrolling through his phone.

“The hell are you doing here?” you asked, rolling your luggage into a corner.

“He needed help,” he replied nonchalantly, not even glancing up from his phone.

“And when you were done helping you decided to…” you prompted.

“Wait for you,” he answered simply, placing his phone down and patting the bed next to him.

“Why?” you asked, suspicious.

“Missed you,” he rolled his eyes at you

“Missed me? We’re not-, we’re not dating. What’s there to miss?” you scrunched your face up at him.

“You’re sticking with that? Even after yesterday?” Hyungwon lifted an eyebrow at you, almost impressed at your stubbornness.

“I don’t remember much of yesterday,” you admit, flushing red with embarrassment, “And I wasn’t in my right mind anyways!” you insist.

“You don’t think you meant any of it?”

“I doubt it, since it seems to have given you very much the wrong impression,” you puffed your cheeks out, frustrated that you still couldn’t remember your exchange.

“Ah, I see,” he nodded, smile faltering as he stood up, “Well, I should go then.”

    As you watched him leave, an overwhelming sinking feeling came over you. Your conscious mind didn’t know why, but you really felt as if you had wronged him somehow. Sighing, you shut yourself in your room for the rest of the day.

…

    The following days felt like they dragged on and you couldn’t tell whether it was post-trip blues or something else. The days melted together and while you attended classes, you couldn’t remember much of anything. Every so often, you saw something that either reminded you of or you wanted to tell Hyungwon about. Your fingers itched to send him messages, but true to form you did not cave.

    When the weekend rolled around, all you wanted to do was curl up in bed all weekend and watch sad movies. You were in the middle of Pan’s Labyrinth when a text message from Hyungwon’s number popped up on your phone.

‘YN, this is naeun! i’m so sorry about this, but i left my phone at home. could you bring it to MX for me plzplzplz? i’ll meet you outside so you don’t have to see hyungwon’

‘sure, where is it?’

    After some slightly confusing directions, you located the device and started the walk to the frat house. You noted that it was a pretty comfortable night, weather-wise, and tried to keep your mind from wandering to the walks you’d made to and with Hyungwon this way. Your eyes darted around nervously as you drew closer to the frat house as if he might pop out of a bush at any moment.

“Ah! YN, thank you so much!” Naeun called when she spotted you. “I’m so so so so sorry about this! I know this is the last place you want to be.”

“It’s fine,” you smile, though it doesn’t reach your eyes. “Are you coming home tonight?”

“Probably not,” she smiled, “Which is why I asked you to bring it. You’ll be okay by yourself?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, making the mistake of glancing at the window and catching sight of Hyungwon’s profile facing a girl you didn’t know. Just as you returned your gaze to Naeun, he noticed you through the glass pane. “I’ll be fine,” you reassured her. She pulled you in for a hug before hopping back up the stairs. You waved at her then caught sight of Hyungwon and waved sadly at him before turning to head home.

“You could get killed, you know,” a voice announced from behind you roughly halfway through your walk.

“What?” you asked, stopping briefly without turning to face him.

“I’ve been following you for like ten minutes, did you not hear me? I could’ve been a murderer,” Hyungwon griped as he caught up to you.

“Why are you following me anyways?”

“I saw you with Naeun. You didn’t even roll your eyes at me or anything,” he chuckled, the smallest of smirks played across his lips.

“You looked busy,” you sniffed, trying to sound casual, but even you knew that you just sounded plain jealous.

“You know you’re cute when you’re jealous?”

“I’m no-, leave me alone,” you protested, shielding your face from his eyes. You were incredibly relieved when you arrived at your building, eager to get away from Hyungwon, who was making you unbelievably nervous. “Okay, I’m here and not murdered, so bye!” you practically squeaked before making a break for the steps.

“This is really annoying, you know,” Hyungwon spoke before you could quite get through the door.

“What?” you poked your head back out, squinting at him.

“I walked all this way so you should at least invite me up,” he smirked, eyes spelling mischief.

“Why would I-,” he ignores you and takes the steps towards you in twos before grabbing your hand and leading the way to your door. He holds his large hand out, asking for your keys, and leads you the rest of the way to your bed.

“Why are you so obsessed with me,” you chuckle as he pulls you down on top of him, fingers biting into your hips.

“I wish I knew,” he rolls his eyes, hand gripping the back of your neck to pull you in for a kiss.

    You groan into him and your body reacts to his touch. Your hands splay across his broad chest and your hips shift so that you’re straddled flush across his lap. Hyungwon chuckles, noticing the way you rock gently, searching for friction.

“I’m not sure you get to enjoy tonight sweetheart, you’ve been quite bad,” he whispers in your ear. You pull back, eyes wide, and see his expression pulled into a cruel smirk. Your nervous gulp is audible as Hyungwon’s darkened gaze bores into you.

“Why?” you ask and you already know it won’t be well received.

“Why don’t you tell me why? Or does my baby not remember that either?”

“I-, um,” you hem and haw nervously.

“I don’t want to have to ask again,” he taps his fingers impatiently at your hip.

“I-I ignored you when I was at the house today. And I was rude to you at the library.”

“I had actually forgotten about the library,” Hyungwon chuckled, patting your cheek softly, “But I think you forgot the most important one,” he prompted.

“I-,” you floundered for a moment, “That I can’t remember last weekend?”

“Smart girl,” he praised you, “So it took far too long for me to see you again.”

    You nodded in agreement, happy to at least receive some praise. His hands guided your hips against him again, this time your clit dragged along his engorged length and your hands fisted in his flannel shirt.

“I need you, I want you inside of me,” you implored, “…please.”

“Oh?” Hyungwon asked casually even though his cock was screaming for the same. “Why?”

“Why?” you turned doe eyes on him, “I like, I like feeling you inside of me. You're so thick, I love the way it feels when I sink down on you. I always worry I can’t take it all, but it always fits,” you blushed furiously, unable to meet his eyes. It’s not like you hadn’t said dirtier things to him before, but explaining this to him felt supremely embarrassing.

“Ok,” he nods, “Go ahead,” he gestures for you to undress. You do so with embarrassing quickness. When you look back up, he has unsheathed himself and is waiting for you. You climb back up and line yourself up to his tip. You sink down on him, slowly, feeling yourself give way to his girth and your toes curl until your lips are pressed against the denim of his jeans. You mean to pull back up, but Hyungwon’s hands have you locked in place, stuffed full of his cock.

“Just stay here for me,” he commands, “Split wide open for me like a good girl.”

“Okay?” you whimper. Half of your mind is interested in more praise, but the other half just wants to be fucked within an inch consciousness.

“How long?” you ask after a while, squirming and squeezing around him impatiently.

“As long as I want,” Hyungwon shrugs. You clench, sweat beading up at the tip of your nose as you struggle to stay composed. Even without doing anything, Hyungwon succeeds in inching you closer and closer to the edge.

“May I-, am I allowed to cum?” you ask, but you already know the answer.

“No.”

You pouted, squirming as Hyungwon trailed his fingertips across your sensitive skin. He relished in the way your muscles tensed under his touch.

“How was your trip?” he asked softly, thumbs brushing softly across your hips.

“Oh, it was, it was okay,” you answer, distracted by his caresses. It wasn’t until he asked that you realized just how long it had been since you’d properly spoken.

“Just okay?”

“I-, I just, kept thinking of you,” the admission tumbled from your lips without thought.

“But you didn’t, I mean I barely heard from you?” Hyungwon questioned, brow furrowed.

“Well, cause, I didn’t want you to know that I missed you!” you confessed, burying your flaming red face against his shoulder. You were being way too honest and you blamed it all on the cock that was firmly lodged inside of you. It was messing with your brain somehow.

“I know,” he laughed, stroking your hair reassuringly.

“What?” you shifted to peek one eye at him.

“I know,” he repeated himself, “I just wanted to hear you say it to me again,” he laughed with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face as he jerked his hips against you, pushing every coherent thought out of your brain.

“Again? Is that what I told you that night?” your grip on his shirt tightened as he undulated beneath you, just barely stroking in and out of you, but you were very nearly losing your mind just at that.

“Yes,” he licked his lips as he toyed with you, fingers stroking up your torso to tease the undersides of your breasts.

“Please, more,” you begged. You were sure you were leaking, making a mess on his jeans as you ground against him, desperate for more, whatever form it came in.

“I really do enjoy it when you beg,” he smirked, suddenly lifting you off of him.

    You blinked a few times, shocked at the sudden emptiness. You glanced curiously at Hyungwon, who was rolling the sleeves of his flannel up to his elbows. He took his sweet time and you realized that he was, again, teasing you. Harrumphing quietly, you snuck your hands down to tease yourself as you waited for him. One hand glided across your inner thighs as the other traced concentric circles around a puckered areola.

    Hyungwon glanced at you after your eyes had fluttered shut. He wanted to laugh, you were always so impatient, but he took the opportunity to admire you instead. Your fingertips trailed over your skin feather lightly and your reactions were beautifully transparent as your brow flickered between different expressions. On another day, he could enjoy this for a very long time, but after two weeks of not seeing you, he was impatient too.

“Having fun?” he asked, grabbing you by the wrists.

“Yes,” you giggled, lips curling into a feline grin.

“Well I guess I’m not needed then,” he teased, feigning to leave.

“No!” your expression fell, clasping your own hands around his wrists.

    Hyungwon grinned at the way that you clung onto him. He leveraged your grip to pull you to the center of the bed. He hovered over you, arms and legs caging you into the slight dip of the mattress. You were surprised at the thrill that ran through you as you noted how vulnerable you felt underneath him. He shifted slightly, moving his right hand to skim over your thighs towards your center.

“God I missed this,” he groaned happily, fingers sinking into your wetness. You nodded deliriously as he stroked into you. Your eyes were fixated on the veins and tendons of his forearm as he worked his long fingers in and out of you with an obscene, wet squishing sound.

“So good,” you gasped, head falling back. Hyungwon searched your face and when it contorted, he pulled his fingers out. Your eyes snapped open and you fixed your dilated pupils on him.

    Hyungwon shifts off of you and starts to undress. As irritated as you are, you can’t help but take him in as he does so. You admire his broad shoulders, sculpted arms, and impeccable proportions until he rejoins you in bed.

“I have a proposal,” he says as he spoons himself behind you, his cock sliding between your thighs.

“Oh?” you’re curious as you squeeze your legs together.

“If you cum first, I take you out on a date.”

“And if you cum first?” you ask, blushing at his proposal.

“You take me out on a date,” he grins at you, catlike.

    You roll your eyes at him affectionately as you guide him into you. Hyungwon grabs you by the hip, thumb brushing against the small of your back, and pulls you down his shaft. You gasp as he reenters you, incredibly sensitive after all of his teasing.

“Fuck,” you groan under your breath as he holds you down against him. His balls graze your clit as his hips undulate against you and you worry that any noise you make will rouse the entire building.

    Hyungwon smirks at the way you clutch desperately at his wrists. After your long absence, the sensation of being in you is also overwhelming. He wonders if he’ll ever get over the feeling of sinking into your wet heat and feels confident that the answer is likely not.

“Hyu-Hyungwon!” you stutter, nails digging into his forearm. Hyungwon grits his teeth as your walls tighten around him. Your stubborn ass is successfully resisting the orgasm, but Hyungwon feels stubborn today as well.

    Snaking his arms around you, one secures you by the waist while the other searches out your swollen clit. You fold in half in an effort to get away from him, but his arm keeps you anchored against him as he taps your clit incessantly. The sharp sensation bulldozes you off the side of a cliff and you cry out for Hyungwon as the orgasm crashes over you.

    The intensity surprises both of you and Hyungwon finds himself quickly following you in orgasm. He barely has time to warn you before emptying himself deep inside of you again. He really was never going to get over that, it seemed. Your breath deeply, trying to recover while catching Hyungwon’s free hand in yours.

“I guess I owe you a date,” you joked, turning to face him. His eyes shine as you brush a few strands of his hair out of his face.

“I guess so,” he grins, “And then I’ll owe you, so I’ll take you out after that.”

“What if it’s a flop?” you joke, nerves surfacing.

“I don’t think I’m capable of being floppy around you,” he laughs, pulling you into his chest. As if seconding the argument, his cock pokes at your hip, already hardening again. You reach for it, once again fascinated by the outrageous size and he bucks, lip curling at the intense sensation.

“Oops,” you giggle innocently, but your eyes twinkle mischievous

[hwangsies]

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[jkbabiey]

a lot more

Pairing: fwb!jkxreader(f)

Genre: fluf; smut; slight angst; college!AU: fwb2lovers!AU

Warnings: dom!jk, sub!reader (they try to switch it up but it’s just not in them), athlete!jk, medstudent!reader, rough sex, praise kink, spit kink, slight overstimulation, worried kook, anxiety :(

Jungkook knew, when you texted him a 'come over' at 11:56PM on a Sunday, that college was kicking your ass. It was finals period so the real question was who's ass wasn't being kicked, but he knew it took a lot for you to admit your ass was being kicked, yet you did text him a straight-up invite to fuck - instead of calling him and beating around the bush to see who'd cave first like you always did.

Obviously, being Jeon Jungkook, he didn't even think of complaining or refusing your invite but you both knew there would be a snarky little teasing remark about your urgency to be with him. He had thought of a million ways to tease you on the way to your dorm. Still, as soon as you opened the door to your room all of the witticisms that had come to his mind throughout the ride vanished, leaving him with furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips, while his eyes analyzed your freshly washed hair, your deep dark circles, and your chapped lips. You didn't greet him, opting to just turn around, walk to the kitchen to get a bottle of cold water, and leave him to close the door on his way in.

Jungkook found this - not being greeted with a smile and a kiss on the cheek, like always - weird, to say the least. Among every single soul he had gotten to know in his two years as a college student, you had to be the kindest, sweetest, and warmest person he had ever met, which contrasted a lot with the rest of the people he knew. Most people in college, at least in the environment he was in being an athlete and belonging to a frat, got a little consumed by the freedom of being in college and away from parents and further responsibilities, and most often than not got a little presumptuous and a tiny bit too extroverted, surrendering to bad habits.

You weren't like that tho. You were still in your first year of college and hadn't experienced the tumultuous life of college parties and alcohol because (1) you didn't exactly get along with the popular people that got invited to parties and (2) even if you did get invited to parties, you didn't really like them - too many people and way too loud music. Jungkook had met you in the coffee shop you worked in. It was near college and had the best iced coffee ever. You were a pretty girl and had a cute smile so you immediately caught his attention but he didn't even try to get your number because you just emanated that quirky nerdy energy to you and that was exactly what he wasn't looking for in a girl. Basically you were far from anything close to his type. Actually, he wasn't even looking for a girl - his life was busy already and the last thing he needed was another distraction.

Still, there was no denying you when a month of stolen glances and shy smiles passed and you handed Jungkook his cup of iced coffee with your number written under his name on the name tag. He remembers panicking and not taking any advances toward you the week after you gave him your number. He didn't even go to get coffee through that week. You genuinely thought you had scarred the man away. But after he saw you in a denim skirt and a black crop top walking through uni, he couldn't help but send you a little text.

Since then you two had been casually hanging out - which was a way of saying you had been having casual sex, with absolutely no strings attached and no expectations from either side. Jungkook did consider you a friend and he thought your playful banter and fun conversations meant you also saw him as a close friend. And you two had gotten closer than a lot of Jungkook's other friends because, in his eyes, you were without a doubt the most genuine person he had ever met and you always brought a feeling of freshness with you whenever you two got together. He liked you.

He came inside your room to see what seemed like anatomy sketches and notes sprawled everywhere on your bedroom floor. "Is everything ok?" he asked once you came into your room with your water bottle. "Yeah, I've just been having a hard time focusing and decided to take a break and go take a cold shower," you said, your voice sweet as ever. You set the water bottle on top of your wooded desk and walked towards him in your tank top and tight pajama shorts. "Thought you could help me focus a little better too," you whispered, enveloping his neck with both your arms. His hands were automatically placed on your hips while his head reached down to gently kiss you on the lips.

You guided him to seat on the edge of your bed while still kissing him and straddled his lap with your legs on each side of his hips, feeling his big hands groping the flesh of your thighs. You griped the thin dark hairs on the bottom of his head and pulled them a little, smiling against Jungkook's lips when he gasped against you at the little pull.

Jungkook wasn't exactly convinced that everything was okay and that you were just having trouble focusing. He knew you struggled with anxiety and could get a little too lost in your studies, even forgetting to take care of yourself.

You felt Jungkook's hand land on your right arm to pull you back a little "W-wait y/n, is everything okay? Have you eaten today?" he asked, watching your brows furrow and your legs starting to get off of his lap. You stood up, the annoyance was obvious on your expression and Jungkook had never even seen an ounce of that on you.

"Why do you care?" you asked, angry but still wearing the same quiet and sweet as honey tone of voice. "Listen, I really have to study. I called you here for a reason but if you're not in the mood, you should go. I have things to do and I don't want to waste my tim-"

"Ok, ok," Jungkook muttered seeing as your face started getting red and your behavior became more and more erratic and restless. "Come back here," he reached for your hand, pulling you into him once again and forcing you to sit back on his lap. And you did, looking down at your hands while Jungkook placed his hands on your hips and stayed quiet, just looking at you with a soft look in his eyes.

"I'm fine, I just need to relieve some tension," you quietly explained, fidgeting with your fingers like a little kid on Jungkook's lap.

"I get it," he whispered as his lips started puckering little kisses all the way from your cheek to the skin of your neck. You rested your arms on his shoulders, pulling him closer and letting him suckle on your neck. "I'll make you feel good."

In a second his hands were under your tank top, fondling your braless chest while you rolled your hips down into his, moaning into his hair as you felt his hardening length poking your leg. You reached down his back grabbed his sweatshirt and tugged it up to try and get it on your floor. Sensing your struggle with his clothes, Jungkook maneuvered to free himself of his sweatshirt and rid you of your tank top too. Almost automatically Jungkook's mouth was on your right nipple, his tongue massaging it and teasing you with little bites, while his hand fondled your other breast. You tilted your head back in pleasure, letting out breathy moans of Jungkook's name to which he buckled his hips up.

Soon both your sleeping shorts and his jeans were next to the rest of your clothing and Jungkook's fingers were cupping your heat. "God, you're so wet," Jungkook whimpered feeling the wetness already sipping through your panties, immediately pulling them to the side and running two of his fingers through your slit. “Bet you spent the whole day thinking of my cock, haven’t you?”

You nodded and hissed at the feeling of Jungkook inserting two of his fingers inside you abruptly, and pumping them in and out in a fast motion, not even giving you the time to adjust. Everything about Jungkook was big - his height, his cock, his fingers. Two of his fingers were thicker that three of yours, which was all you could handle when you played with yourself, but whenever you and Jungkook got together you knew you needed the preparation.

"I need you," you whined and he chuckled, husky and teasing, with his plump lips just beside your ear. You reached for the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down to reveal his hard shaft, that hit his abdomen. So close to you you could feel its heat. You humped your hips against his thighs, trying to get some friction after he removed his fingers from your pussy, and heard Jungkook groan, feeling the urgency in your hasty movements, watching the desire in your eyes, and earing the neediness in your high-pitched moans.

“You think you can take me already?” he asked, half serious, half teasing, and you nodded quickly, watching the smug grin on Jungkook’s face grow.

You always got so lost whenever Jungkook was near. His presence alone was intoxicating. He was able to overpower the habitual struggle of always reaching for something, always aiming to be someone. He allowed you to be whoever you were. He allowed you to be no one if that's what you wanted - he always managed to make you feel hyperaware of every single sensation that sparked through your body and that was enough. With Jungkook, you could fall apart. He'd be the death of you and you'd let him.

He reached down, grabbing your hips and lifting you a little so his dick would align with your entrance. He let you fall suddenly so his entire length would penetrate you and you hissed, shutting your eyes closed at the sudden intrusion. No matter how many times you two did this, you'd never get used to Jungkook's size. He reached his hand in between your sweaty bodies and quickly found your clit, rubbing quick circles against the hard nub.

"C'mon baby, move," he groaned before thrusting his hips up harshly. You cried out and he moved forward to envelop your waist in his arms, pressing light feathery kisses against your temple. "Be a good girl and fuck yourself on my dick."

You settled your knees on the space next to his hips, on each side, finding support to move on top of him, and placed your tiny hands on Jungkook's strong shoulders. You moved your body all the way up slowly until only his tip was inside of you. And then started moving back down at the same slow pace, defeatedly crying out at the size of him. "That's it, slow and steady baby," his voice guttural as his lips ghosted on yours, barely touching.

You repeated the motion, starting to fasten your pace when the burn of his size subsided and all that was left was the pleasure of feeling completely full of his cock. "You fill me up so good, Kook,” you whimpered and heard the deep groan Jungkook left out. He was losing patience. Jungkook wasn't a patient man and you knew that the pace at which you could comfortably ride him wasn't the pace he could reach when he was in control. Jungkook was an animalistic lover, going fucking feral whenever he got to be inside your pussy. You could see the self-control in his expression, the clenched jaw, shut eyes, and furrowed brows said it all for you.

It didn't take long until his self-control went out the window. All it took was a loud cry of his name out your mouth when you rolled your hips in a certain way so that your clit would rub against his pelvis. He thrust his hips up roughly, his abs clenching and let out a high-pitched whimper at the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He then planted his feet firmly against the floor of your bedroom and leaned back, laying himself down on the matters and bringing your forwards with him. He placed both his hands on your ass cheeks, grabbing them hard and spreading them to start to fuck up into you, setting the pace that he wanted, rough and fast. You leaned forward, clinging to every single portion of skin you could touch, screaming out moans of pleasure.

"Fuck, love this pussy so much, always so warm and tight," he groaned into your hair and grabbed your waist so he could lay you down on the mattress, now on your back. He settled between your legs, grabbing your thighs and opening them as wide as they could possibly go, aligning himself with your hole, and going back to fucking you mercilessly. His eyes fluttered and the drag of your velvety walls against the sensitive skin of his dick, and his lips brushing against yours.

Jungkook groaned at the sound of your wet pussy sucking his cock in, reaching his hand up to roughly grab your face, forcefully pressing his fingers against your jaw. Your teary eyes locked with his lustful ones just for him to messily press an open-mouthed kiss to your lips. You couldn't keep up with his pace. You never could and you loved it that way. You loved just how messy he always made you. You loved how he used your body like you were a lifeless fuck doll, with little to no care about how you felt. You loved it just the way he did it. You loved to be fucked hard and fast.

Jungkook got on his knees, grabbing both your legs to support them on his shoulders, chasing his own pleasure. He reached so deep inside of you in the new position you felt your eyes roll back. His eyes opened and he took your fucked out figure in - teary eyes, heavy breaths, plump red lips wet with drool, wild messy hair, sweaty shiny skin, his dick poking your tummy every time he went in deep. You're so tiny compared to him, sometimes he wonders how you could take his huge cock like you always do.

"You're perfect, so fucking beautiful," he whispered reaching forward to bring his lips to yours. He pressed a messy kiss to your lips, his hips still pistoning against yours. "Such a pretty, pretty girl," he whined against your lips before pressing another kiss to them, this one softer and lighter. You brought your hands up his back, scratching him in the process and he let out a breathy moan, whiny and needy.

"Fuck Kook, I'm almost there," you cried out and Jungkook reached between your bodies to rub your clit. Gasps and moans flew out your mouth as he fastened his pace.

"Come for me, princess," and you do, going over the edge quickly after you feel his fingers pinching your clit, your pussy squelching every time he bottoms out while his fingers continued circling your sensitive nub. You feel his pace slowing down and his cock throbs from the feeling of your pussy tightening around his dick. He pulled back to watch the point where your bodies connected, the way his shiny cock went all the way in and out until only his tip was left, and then back to the warmth of your pussy, and the way your juices coated the whole length of his dick and pooled on your ass too to the point where your sheets were soaked.

Jungkook grabbed your hips, lifting them slightly and going back to the furious pace he'd set earlier, chasing an orgasm of his own, not caring at all about how overstimulated you were. You gasped and clenched the sheets under you in your fists, biting your bottom lip.

"Open your mouth," Jungkook groaned, leaning forward closer to your face. You did as told and soon after he spit in your mouth,, a bit of drool hitting your cheek instead of your mouth and he instantly feels your walls tightening once again around his cock. You instantly swallow it and he's caught off guard when you gather the spit on your cheek onto your finger and suck it clean. "Such a fucking slut," he moaned and felt his cock throb inside you. His brain was heady with lust and he could think of nothing except for your pussy. He couldn't control the volume of his moans when you reached down to rub your clit, warning him of a second orgasm. He loses it, rutting into you like a desperate beast until ribbons of white cum are spewing out of his dick and stuffing you full. The feeling of his cum inside you sent you over the edge once again and you're gasping and crying out along with him, as the tightening of your walls prolongs his high.

Jungkook fell heavy on top of you and your hands were quickly directed to his dark locks of hair, now partially drenched in sweat. You felt his heavy breaths against the skin of your neck and his panting chest against yours.

"Was I too rough?" he asked after a few minutes of just laying there and recomposing his breathing paces.

"No, it was just what I needed," you answered and he chuckled, pressing a quick peck against your neck, tickling you.

"Can I stay the night? Don't feel like driving back home," he asked, finally getting off you to lay on his back, next to you instead.

"I don't think I'm gonna sleep tonight," you answered nuzzling your face against Jungkook's chest. "You can sleep here though, no problem."

"What do you mean you're not gonna sleep tonight?" he asked, his voice sounding a lot more worried already. "Don't you have class tomorrow?"

"Yeah, but I have an exam on friday and I couldn't study properly the whole day, so I'll study now."

"Y/n, you need to rest. You spent the whole weekend studying. You're coming to sleep with me now," he argued, standing up from your bed and trying to grab your hand to take you to take a bath.

"Kook, I already said I have to study. You're not entitled to just tell me what to do. I already decided I will spend the night studying and you can't tell me not to!" you snapped and Jungkook raised his hands in defeat. He moved and started to grab his clothes and get dressed, while you sat up on your bed. "What are you doing?"

"Going home. If you already decided you're gonna spend the night studying like a fucking maniac I might as well go sleep in my own bed," he grumbled and you just watched him getting dressed, trying to figure out if this was your fault or if he was being an actual asshole for not respecting your schedules.

"Are you seriously getting mad at me because I need to study?"

"I'm not mad y/n," he sighed. "I just think that you can't take care of yourself for shit. I'm sure all you've eaten since Friday was a fucking apple and two protein bars and you're probably running on two hours of sleep. And now I try to help and you lash out at me?" he expresses his anger in the calmest way possible and his eyes don't express anything other than worrisome. "I'm going home, now. Do whatever you want," he said, coming closer to you, that were still seating down on your bed, and leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead. He was angry but he wouldn’t just leave without a kiss because that would just give you something else to overthink about. He always kissed your forehead on his way out.

He was driving towards his house but you still persisted in his mind. Had you slept at all throughout the whole weekend? And what exactly had you eaten in the last two days? Also, tomorrow was Monday and your first class was at 9AM from what he remembered from the timetable you had stuck on your bedroom door. So how were you planning on not sleeping?

He doesn't remember making any rational decision to stop in front of a convenience store to buy two boxes of instant chicken noodles and a pack of tea bags. He didn't exactly think it through. It was just a random thought that popped out and he just did it, like it was second nature to take care of you.

Suddenly, he was back at your door, knocking on the door, to find you already washed up, and brushing your teeth. "Wha- are yo-doin- here?" you asked, words muffled from the toothbrush in your mouth.

"I brought noodles because you actually have to eat something and you're having a cup of tea after to calm your nerves, so you can come to bed with me. Does that sound good?"

"Kook-"

"I don't even care, you have no choice. You are going to sleep tonight. I'm not letting you fuck up your body and your health over an exam," he interrupted you, already angry and the furrowed brows were back to tell you that he wasn't taking no for an answer anytime soon. And then he turned his back to you, walking towards your tiny kitchen to start cooking the noodles, apparently still angry.

You finished brushing your teeth and then walked up to Jungkook, a huge smile on your face that he didn't see because his broad back was turned to you. You enveloped his waist with your arms.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you whispered and he turned back to you, picking you up to take you in his arms as if you were a total baby as your legs circled his torso.

"Well, someone has to," he answered with a teasing smile on his lips, and you quickly leaned forward to kiss it away. "Now, you're staying up here. I don't know to which extent you won't just faint from how long you haven't eaten if I put you down."

Eventually, he did let you down and you two finished cooking together. After you ate together in comfortable silence he made you tea, which you drank in the warmth of your bed and then you laid down as he wrapped your body in his arms.

"Oh I forgot to tell you," you exclaimed from the space between Jungkook's shoulder and neck, where your face was nuzzled. "You're a great stress relief, I'll start calling you every time I'm having a nervous breakdown," you laughed and Jungkook's arms got tighter around you.

"You know you can, right? Call me if you are having a nervous breakdown, I mean," he whispered against your hair.

When you and Jungkook started hanging out, it wasn’t suposed to unvolve any kind of commitment. You were studying medicine and he was an athlete. You both had busy lives and a relationship was the last thing you needed. Everyone needed good sex from time to time tho, so that’s what you agreed on.

But you meant a lot more that just sex to Jungkook. And Jungkook’s meant a lot more than sex to you.

“I will, from now on.” you whispered, looking him in the eye and sending him a gentle smile.

It was in the way Jungkook’s arms were the most comfortable place you could think of even if you thought of your own home. There was no other place you’d rather be, when you’re in his arms. Nothing felt more like home than his arms. And it’s in the way the smell of your hair and the tone of your voice lifted the weight Jungkook was used to carry on his shoulders throughout the whole week. He could relax completely around you. He knew that when he was with you there was no pressure. You accepted him just the way he was. It’s in the way you loved when Jungkook’s eyes shone brighter when he talked about his passions or in the way he loved to take you to new restaurants because he couldn’t get enough of you childishly humming and dancing to random songs when you tasted food you liked.

It was in the way you just laid down that night and stared at each other for minutes on end, not saying a word. And in the way he moved his hand to run his fingers through your hair. And in the way you roamed your eyes throught his face, just to end up kissing his lips gently. And in the way you just closed your eyes, going to sleep with your arms around each other.

It all meant a lot more, and you both knew it.

[c-k-mack]

How to get over 6000 kudos on one story

Write an 8000 word chapter of gorgeous poetry masquerading as angst. Wait a few months. Repeat. Experimentation by @Redlance #FWB2Lovers Chapter 37 is up!

[joheunsaram]

platonically cuddling (ksj)

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summary- All Seokjin want after a long day is your ‘anime titties’.

word count- 1.1k

pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader

rating- PG-15

genre- fwb2lovers, idiots in love, fluff

warnings- nothing but soft soft soft fluff

a.n.- I just had an image of seokjin burying his face in some boobs and this is the result lol

Unedited cause I was in my feels.

As always reblogs, asks, and feedback appreciated 💌

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You hummed to yourself as you chopped vegetables in the kitchen, the knife easily slicing through the carrot in your hand. Next to you the stone pot preheated on the stove, getting ready for the stew you were planning to make. It had been a while since you had properly cooked, but with exams piling up you needed an hour to turn off the stress so you didn’t lose your sanity.

However, your brain refused to turn off as you went through your notes in your head, trying to remember all the neurotransmitters and their detailed effects, even though you had relentlessly studied them since undergrad. Your humming slowly turned into a recitation of your notes as you went on autopilot, taking out the sauces from the fridge. That is, until the beep of your front door brought you back to your surroundings just in time to watch your best friend walk in, dressed in a full suit. As soon as he saw you in the kitchen, he was rushing to you, turning you around and wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Anime titties,” he sighed, burying his face in your chest, his nose nestling in the cleavage afforded by your tank top, his smile painted on your skin. He seemed so content that you almost felt bad for smacking the top of his head. Almost.

“I have a name!” you huffed, failing to push him away when he clung on tighter, now stubbornly rubbing his face against your chest, cheekily biting over the fabric.

“Mmm… love when you don’t wear a bra,” he moaned happily before reaching over to turn off the stove and ignoring your protests as he picked you up and carried you to bed. Laying you down, he didn’t even discard his jacket before he was on top of you, face once again resting on your sternum as he pulled your hand to place it on his head, coaxing you to scratch the scalp like you usually did.

You shook your head at his antics, surprised that it hadn’t escalated to more than just cuddling. He usually couldn’t keep his hands off of you, so this sudden affection was confusing. Regardless, your fingers ran through his hair, nails scraping gently at his scalp as he rumbled in satisfaction like a giant cat, making you grin.

“How was the interview?” you asked, continuing your movements, waiting for his answer. He laid there for a while, nuzzling into you before he moved further up your body, head now in the crook of your neck, his body cushioning you to the mattress. You held him, hands roaming across the large expanse of his back, making him hum contendly.

“It was okay,” he replied, tired voice reverberating through you, his breath prickling your skin. He moved up then, supporting his weight on his elbows on your sides as he looked down at you with a smile that puffed up his cheeks. He kept staring at you as if he was trying to memorize your face before he chuckled to himself, leaning down to meet your lips, pulling them between his gently, instilling you with warmth.

When he had had his fill of your lips, he moved to the side of you, using your arm as a pillow and turning you to the side as well so you were facing him and he was once again facing your chest. “Let’s nap,” he suggested, wrapping his arm and leg around you, pulling you impossibly close.

“Jinnie, your suit will get ruined,” you chastised, but you were too content to untangle yourself from him, your earlier stress melting away at his little whine. He sat up though, carelessly discarding his clothing till he was just in his boxers, and you couldn’t help but notice the aggravated skin of his chest, indicating the stress he always tended to hide so well.

Ignoring his grabby hands, you reached for the cooling gel in your drawer, smiling as he relaxed on the bed before letting your fingers gently massage the cream on to the rash on his pecs. He closed his eyes, relishing the feeling as he thought about the interview he had just been to. It had gone perfectly. They seemed to love him; commending his research and laughing at his jokes. His resume was impressive as well and he was positive that he had the position in the bag.

It wouldn’t be a bad job. The university was nice, high in ranking for the chemistry department, but it was three hours away, and somehow on the way back from the interview to your home it dawned on him how long the journey was. He didn’t want to be away from you, relegating your meetings to busy weekends. He hadn’t been away from you for too long ever  since you were kids and he didn’t think his heart could take the distance. However, every other interview he had been on had been subpar, making him brace for a rejection. Would it be wise to give up potentially the only offer he might get for you?

“It will be okay,” you consoled, unaware of the battle in his head, massaging his shoulders as you leaned over him, trying to reduce the tension in his stiff body and melt the frown on his face. “There will be other interviews. You’ll knock their socks off, Dr. Kim.”

He opened his eyes at that, looking at you with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, before he was leaning up and kissing you. You felt your heartbeat rise. Seokjin hadn’t kissed you like this before, it was almost full of yearning, in a way that terrified you a little, left you breathless.

“You okay?” you asked, unable to control the concern lacing your tone as you looked down at him, lightly stroking his cheek, and he just nodded, pecking your lips once again before pulling you down on top of him, holding you tight.

“Better than okay,” he sighed, turning on his side and cuddling you to him once again. “Let’s nap.”

He held you as the two of you drifted off, inhaling your shampoo and letting your words of encouragement ring in his head. Decision made, he kissed the top of your head, feeling more relaxed than he had all day.

There will be other interviews. Hopefully ones a lot closer to you.

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platonically invincible (ksj)

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summary- after your breakup you confide in Seokjin

word count- 1.1k

pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader

rating- PG-15

genre- fwb2lovers, idiots in love, fluff, hurt comfort

warnings- none

a.n.- A result of me watching seokjin comfort edits. This is a look into their friendship before they were friends with benefits! I hope you enjoy 💕

A special shout-out to my forever Dr Kim enthusiast @raplinesmoon and to @dionysusrage to beta reading this so quickly!!

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You could feel the crowd pulsing around you, the music pounding through your ears turning the haze into a kaleidoscope of hues. The alcohol in your veins exacerbated the feeling, turning into the wave of your hips as you swayed next to your friends. You didn’t realize how much you needed this night – a time where you could forget the heartbreak, forget wanting to be more mature. Who needs to be mature? Mature didn’t lead to fun, it led to boring pantsuits in a class full of colorful ensembles, it led to ghosting your friends to add another point to your overall score, it led to nights home alone doing laundry.

You liked this better. You liked this meaningless grinding against Jimin as he winked at a girl next to you. You liked taking too many shots with Jungkook as he droned about his new obsession. You liked being babied by Yoongi and his girlfriend as they led you back to the booth and ordered fries. This was fun. This was supposed to be fun.

But with your cheeks rudding from the soju bombs and the world spinning, listening to your friends loudly laugh at jokes you didn’t catch and watching them flirt with people they had found for the night didn’t seem so fun anymore. Suddenly everything wasn’t bright and wonderful, it seemed dark and depressing. It reminded you that when you usually had someone to whisper and cuddle with, there was now no one who noticed that you were quietly staring at your cup. In a blink of an eye, everything was exhausting.

“Hey, you okay?”

Your best friend’s voice broke through the crowd, his hand on the back of your neck grounding you as you blinked up at him. You hadn’t noticed that he had abandoned the girl he was dancing with on the dance floor, hadn’t noticed that he was sitting next to you. And somehow with his kind smile puffing up his cheeks, it didn’t seem so dark anymore.

The lights of the club reflected on his face, turning it from blue to pink to green, turning his white shirt into a vibrant neon. He looked a little ridiculous, his dark hair disheveled with sweat matting it to his forehead, and a giggle escaped you.

“Hi Jinnie,” you smiled and Seokjin couldn’t help returning it, hand slowly running up and down your back.

“Hi giggly,” he retorted, endeared, before ruffling your hair. Usually you hated when he did that but the warmth from him noticing you when no one else did made you forget. Instead you hugged him, clinging on as his arms wrapped around you. If there was anyone in the world who knew you the best, it was Seokjin. You couldn’t help but be giddy that he was in your life. Out of all the people in the world that rejected you for your quirks, Seokjin shared them with you, and in that moment you had trouble describing just how happy you felt to soak in the cologne he had been using since middle school. It smelt like home.

“Wanna call it a night?” he asked against your hair and it felt like he could read your mind, somehow instinctively knowing that you wanted to just go to bed. You nodded with a grin, still clinging on as he guided you into a rideshare and took you home. Like usual you sat on your counter as you shared a bowl of ramen, the salt sobering you up just enough to let him into a secret you had been carrying around for months.

“Am I mature or am I fun?” you asked Seokjin as he inhaled the last of the noodles, his loud slurps spraying the broth in tiny specks over his pristine shirt. He paused for a while, chewing as he thought out his answer, brow furrowed with a frown.

“You’re both?” he replied, tone lifting at the end hesitantly.

“Am I wife material?” you questioned, needing a more concrete answer to stow away your insecurities, his confusion making them flair up again dangerously. But Seokjin was quick to quash them with his confidence.

“I’ve tasted your carbonara. I’d marry you on the spot. Call the officiant!” he joked with a flair, somehow making you laugh despite being on the edge of tears. “Thousand percent wifey material!” he declared.

“Damn right!” you echoed, suddenly overwhelmed as your tears finally broke through your defenses, turning into rivulets down your cheeks. You tried to mask it with a laugh but hiding from Seokjin was impossible and soon you were sobbing in his arms recalling the last words your ex had spoken to you, how he had belittled your four year relationship to casual sex and reminded you that marrying you would be unfathomable.

“Hongbin’s a fucking idiot, you know that right?” Seokjin interjected between your sniffles, cupping your face tightly, conviction turning his eyes ablaze. “You are remarkable. You are fucking invincible. If he couldn’t see that in the first second he met you, he is the biggest idiot on the planet.”

Seokjin didn’t often speak in hyperboles, always boasting himself as a man of science and facts, so it helped fill in your cracks a little hearing his high praise. Seokjin wouldn’t lie to you, and if he thought you were invincible, you would believe him. Hongbin couldn’t break you. No one could. Because you were invincible.

“Thank you,” you whispered, wiping your face and sitting up straighter, the counter you were sitting on helping you face Seokjin instead of looking up at him as usual. It helped you see the soft smile bloom on his face. It helped him reach out and easily help you wipe your tears with the paper towels behind you.

“Now don’t cry over him,” he said, wrapping his arms around your head to pull you into another hug. “He doesn’t deserve my best friend’s tears, that piece of shit.”

The anger wrapping around his syllables made you laugh, your own arms wrapping around him. Seokjin was right. Hongbin could burn in hell for all you cared. You told Seokjin as much and he rewarded your comment with your favorite laugh, the one that started low in his chest and turned into little squeaks as he lost himself. He hugged you tighter.

“Damn right! My best friend’s too good for mediocre assholes.”

It was strange. Seokjin didn’t stay too long after, but even as you replied to his text informing you he reached home, you couldn’t stop smiling, feeling lighter than you had for weeks. You wouldn’t cry anymore. Not over anyone. Because you were invincible.

Seokjin said so himself.

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platonically kissing (ksj)

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summary- Seokjin has a strange request and you’re powerless to his pout.

word count- 1.4k

pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader

rating- PG-15

genre- fwb2lovers, idiots in love, fluff

warnings- nothing but cuteness overload

a.n.- idk I just had an urge that needed to be fulfilled. also, I missed this couple.

Unedited cause why not.

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You could hear the rain outside your window lashing against the glass violently, turning from soothing background noise to distraction as you poured over the stack of exams you had to mark for the weekend. Each essay was worse than the previous and you wondered why your professor even continued to hold a first year seminar in the first place. Fresh high school graduates did not have the maturity to deal with the theories that came with your field, most papers being the same ill informed analysis of BDSM that came from a distracted watching of Fifty Shades of Grey.

Grunting as another person talked about the nonexistent link between childhood sexual trauma and domming, you pulled out your airpods from your drawer, hoping to drown out the raindrops threatening to break your window with the soothing vocals of Taylor Swift. However, that proved to be an even bigger distraction, the catchy lyrics interrupting your reading and making you sing out loud instead.

That’s how Seokjin found you, singing along to a sad ballad, horribly off-tune in front of your laptop with a stack of papers around you. He couldn’t help but smile, his eyes turning into crescents as he tried to calm his heart. He didn’t know why everything you did was so cute lately but he wasn’t complaining. It seemed that throughout your friendship he had discounted all of your moments, moments when you were free and truly yourself. Now, it was became a game for him to sneak up on you when you were least expecting, only so he could relish those moments for a bit. It may be a little creepy but he didn’t think you’d mind, not when you turned to find him watching from the doorway and instead of being embarrassed or stopping, you just waved, continuing your awful runs.

He laughed, coming up to you and placing a kiss on top of your head, depositing the snacks he had dug up from your kitchen on the table. Clapping at his foresight, you reached for the bag of shrimp crackers, opening and taking a sniff, savoring the umami scent before popping a few in your mouth.

“I knew there was a reason I didn’t kick you out after sex,” you teased, between bites as he rolled his eyes. In all honesty, he wouldn’t have left even if you did kick you out, if only just to annoy you and not because lately he really couldn’t get enough of your presence. He had half a mind just to put you in his pocket and move you to his apartment.

“Why are you staring at me?” you mumbled, cheeks ballooned with crackers, and he just laughed, pulling you up by your wrist, an idea blooming in his head.

“Come on!” he called, dragging you through your apartment to the front door, your house slippers clacking loudly on the tiles as you tried to keep up with his speedy long legs. It was when he opened the door that your questions started. Questions that he ignored with a shush and a “Wait for it!” Soon enough, you were at the door of your apartment building the usual view of the street blurred behind the sheets of rain pouring from the skies.

“Seokjin it’s raining!” you exclaimed, digging your heels into the ground, ignoring as he begged you to just listen to him. You didn’t understand why he wanted to go out in the downpour all of a sudden, just the thought of wet clothes sticking to your body had you cringing. You were in your pajamas for fuck’s sake!

“Please! Just once,” he pleaded, bottom lip jutting out and eyes wide, a combination he knew made you weak. It had worked when he used it to convince you to sing a duet with him in the high school talent show. It had worked when he took you fishing just for you to be bored out of your mind for six whole hours. And it worked now.

“Fine. God, you’re so annoying!” you groaned, starting to walk again as Seokjin beamed, raising a fist in the air like he was in some coming of age movie. Rolling your eyes you followed him outside tentatively, the rain already starting to soak you both. Seokjin, on the other hand, seemed as if he didn’t even notice, walking casually down the sidewalk and around the building to the little park at the corner.

It was desolate, not a soul in sight, considering the terrible weather, and once again you were left wondering what mental breakdown your best friend was having to be standing grinning in the rain. He let your hand go when you reached the park, instead opening his arms and looking at the skies with a joyful laugh that made your own smile crack. He looked like a little kid about to jump in puddles behind his parents’ back. You almost felt bad breaking him out of his bubble.

“So you’re just here to frolick?” you smirked, crossing your arms as you looked him up and down. His shirt was plastered to his torso, revealing the spectacular body he often hid behind oversized clothes, and his legs glistened where they peaked from under his shorts. He kind of looked like a drowned rat with how his long hair was stuck to his face and you couldn’t help but laugh how ecstatic he looked despite his appearance.

“Nope,” he answered smugly, pulling you to him till you were chest to chest. “I’m here to kiss you!”

He giggled at the confusion on your face as he cupped your face, fruitlessly trying to move the raindrops scattered across it with his thumbs. Even with the slight chill of the rain, a warmth bloomed in his chest as he stared at you, your eyelashes flicking away the little drops of rain as you blinked up at him.

“I’ve always wanted to kiss in the rain,” he whispered, eyes glued to your lips as he waited for another snarky comment from you. When none came, he leaned down pressing his lips against yours slowly, savoring how the taste of rain mixed with yours, sending his senses fuzzy till he was melting into you.

Seokjin and you didn’t kiss too often yet lately it seemed that the two of you used any excuse to have your lips on each other. Hello kisses, goodbye kisses, good luck on your test kisses, hey that’s a cute cat video kisses, and now rain kisses. The reasoning kept getting flimsier and you knew that you should probably stop. Friends with benefits didn’t kiss, but the reasoning was lost on you when Seokjin’s kisses set your whole body aflame.

Winding your arms around his neck, you stepped on your toes to deepen the kiss, enjoying how he smiled at the gesture, his own arms circling your waist and lifting you up. It was effervescent, the sudden giddiness he felt just from kissing you and he couldn't help but laugh, his forehead against yours as he twirled you around like he was the lead in a cheesy romcom. You told him as such and it only resulted in his laugh getting louder till he was putting you down, kissing you once again between giggles.

“Thanks for helping me get my wish,” he snickered, his hand in yours as he led the two of you back to your building.

You shrugged, oddly less stressed than you had been earlier, the little break helping you look past the infuriating pages of assignments you still had to go through. “That’s what friends are for.”

He rolled his eyes, sticking his tongue out at you as he entered the code to your building, the two of you trailing water behind you. He felt you shiver at the blasting airconditioner in the hallway, opting to wrap his body around your back as he waddled you both to your front door, making you laugh at the absurdity that his equally soaked body would warm you up.

“Shower?” he asked when the two of you were back in your apartment.

“You did all of this for shower sex, didn’t you?” you deadpanned, eyes narrowed at him but he just rolled his eyes again at you before bending at the waist and lifting you over his shoulder making you squeal in surprise.

“Let’s go, little brat!” he exclaimed, smacking your ass once and carrying you to the bathroom.

Perhaps friends with benefits were supposed to have rules, but if this is what it was like without any rules, you were euphoric without them.

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platonic (ksj)

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Summary- Finding a new method for stress relief, you rope in your bestfriend/fwb to try it out with you.

word count -  3.1k

pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader

rating- R

genre- smut, fluff, pwp, fwb2lovers, bff2l

warnings- masturbation (f and m), cockwarming, missionary, bants, cuddling, seokjin and reader are literal oblivious idiots.

a.n- Enjoy this shameless self-indulgent bullshit, that started from a very hot weird dream I had and Seokjin’s latest selfie 🥵.

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“Seokjin! I’m stressed,” you declared as soon as you walked into your best friend’s apartment, your eyes quickly finding his large frame reclining on the couch while he scrolled through the channels. Barely sparing you a glance, he hummed while nodding slightly. Exasperated, you sighed, stomping over to stand next to him and repeating your earlier statement, albeit with an extra nasally whine.

“So? Want me to eat you out?” He asked, eyes still glued onto the television playing a rerun of Hell’s Kitchen. Rolling your eyes, you plopped onto the cushions next to him, making him finally glance at you. Seokjin had been friends with you for over a decade at this point, and one look at you made his brows jump in concern. You looked haggard, eyes sunken and cheeks hallowed, your body drowning in the oversized sweater dress you wore. You rolled your eyes at his comment, and Seokjin felt guilt gnaw at him for his earlier nonchalance. 

“Sorry. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just work’s kicking my ass, and I have my viva next week, and all this grading!” Seokjin wrapped his arms around you, head resting on top of yours as you ranted, feeling a little lighter, finally talking about your worries. He let you speak, whining about how much you regretted doing a PhD and working part-time, on top of being a TA, biting back the urge to say “I told you so”. He had tried in vain for you to lighten your workload, but you were also one of the most stubborn people he knew.

“I was serious, by the way. Want me to make you feel better?” He asked, standing up to grab you a bottled water from the fridge. He knelt in front of you, handing you the bottle, his hands slowly running up and down your bare legs, leaving goosebumps in their wake as you sipped the water. 

You usually would jump at a chance to jump Seokjin, the two of you had been sleeping together for months now, but you had other ideas for tonight.

“Actually. I read this article,” you started, your breath hitching a little as Seokjin continued caressing up your thighs, his thumbs now almost touching your panties. He smirked a little at the effect he clearly had on you, hands moving higher up your legs every time he moved upwards. Placing his lips on your neck, he hummed for you to continue, tracing the vein that ran along the side. You could feel yourself getting distracted as you got more turned on, so with a slight push to his chest you stopped him, chuckling at the almost offended expression on his face.

“As I was saying. I read an article and it said cockwarming’s supposed to be good for stress. I wanna try it.”

You didn’t think Seokjin’s eyes could open that wide as he stared at you, mouth agape. Reaching forward, you placed a finger under his chin, closing his mouth, which instantly made a scowl appear. You decided not to mention how red his ears were all of a sudden.

“No way. That’s totally weird,” he protested, arms crossed, leaning away from you. 

“Why is that weird? We fuck all the time!” You argued, leaning back against the couch as he moved from the floor to next to you, the two of you facing each other, one leg resting on the cushions.

“But that’s so… intimate.” Seokjin rubbed the back of his neck, the heat not providing him any comfort whatsoever as he watched you get even more annoyed, your brows furrowed with a frown.

“No it’s not! It’s platonic. Nothing weird about it!” You were adamant. You and Seokjin were not vanilla people. You only started sleeping with each other after a night of drunken debauchery led to you doing a BDSM test and realizing how compatible the two of you were, opting to delve into the no strings attached deal full of experimentation. If anything, this was child’s play compared to the things the two of you had already done. It baffled you how he could think something as simple as cockwarming would be more intimate than him fucking your face as he edged you with a vibrator. 

Seokjin rolled his eyes at your comment, laughing as he shook his head. “Platonic cockwarming?” He asked with a raised eyebrow and you couldn’t help getting even more annoyed at that. 

“How is that different than platonic fucking?” You exclaimed, hands in fists, your face almost red in rage. Even yelling at him, Seokjin thought you looked cute, but he needed you to understand how it could affect your relationship. He didn’t want to feel his heart swell when he looked at you, small and comfortable on his dick. He had had enough of those stupid butterflies whenever you would kiss him and cuddle with him during aftercare. He was not going to be part of a cliched storyline and fall for his best friend. 

“Cause we’re not staring at each other while you’re sitting on my dick,” he rebutted, hands flailing as they usually did when he got too into an argument. You truly didn’t understand why that would be any different than whenever you fucked in missionary. You could feel your stress increasing. This was so counterproductive. 

You could see your little spat was not going anywhere so deciding to change tactics, you leaned into Seokjin, arms around his shoulders as he stared at you with skepticism, eyes narrowed and an eyebrow raised in apparent amusement. 

“Seokjinnie, please,” you pleaded, pouting up at him and Seokjin was so weak. With a heavy sigh, he pulled you closer, kissing your forehead in defeat. 

“Fine. What do we do, you menace,” he acquiesced, smiling softly at the giant grin that spread across your face. 

“Thank you!” You yelled kissing him loudly on the lips, moving away from him and reaching for your phone to pull up the article. You were sure it was pretty straight forward, but you wanted to be sure. “Okay get hard,” you said dismissively, waving a hand towards his crotch without looking up from your phone as he stared at you in shock, unmoving. 

“Should we get naked for this,” he asked almost timidly as he started slowly stroking himself over his jeans. He was not going to lie, usually he would be the one taking control, but the way you were coldly dismissing him made his dick twitch. 

“Do you want to be naked for this?” You countered, finally looking at him. His plush lip was between his teeth, and he had unbuttoned a few top buttons of his shirt, as he gazed at you, hand slowly moving over his bulge that seemed to be steadily growing. You couldn’t help the blush that rose up your chest at the erotic sight. 

“What does the article say,” he whispered, humming a little as he pointed to your phone with his eyes, his hair falling over his eyes as he did so. 

“It recommends it,” you answered, matching his tone and it felt like the atmosphere in the room shifted, the easy banter of earlier fading into tension. 

“Okay then let’s do it right. Nothing we haven’t seen before right?” He chuckled lightly as he took off his shirt, the sudden view of his broad chest setting your heart aflutter. Clearing your throat, you followed suit and soon the two of you were in your birthday suits, awkwardly staring at each other as you sat side by side on the couch. 

“Do you have lube?” You broke the silence, wanting to end whatever stale discomfort was between the two of you. Seokjin snorted at your request. 

“Why do I have to work myself up and you just use lube?” He said with a scowl, starting to stroke himself once again. “That’s not fair,” he pointed out, literally pointing to his dick, and just like that the awkwardness was long gone. 

“Are you suggesting we tape a popsicle stick to your dick to make it stand then,” you deadpanned, much to Seokjin’s annoyance who only huffed in response making you groan, leaning further into the cushions, your legs spread in the most non-sexual manner possible. “You’re making me more stressed! Stop being a baby and get on with it,” you whined

“Well I don’t have lube, so I suggest you get on with it too,” he said with a slight moan as he spit on his hand before starting to stroke with purpose. You bit your lip at the sight of his core clenching, his brows scrunched in concentration as he closed his eyes, leaning back with a groan. You could feel yourself getting wetter and pretty soon you were sure you wouldn’t even need to touch yourself to be dripping for him.

Deciding to move things along faster, you moved your hand to your entrance, catching your arousal on your fingertips before moving towards your clit, rubbing slow circles into the nub and sending sparks through your body. You couldn’t help but go faster as you caught a glimpse of Seokjin from the corner of your eye, his cock now fully erect, a beautiful flush growing from his face all the way to his chest. You moaned at the sight, and he finally opened his eyes, looking at you laying back and playing with yourself, his dick twitching.

“Mmm that’s it, get yourself all nice and wet for me baby.” he groaned, his eyes roaming your body as if to memorize each freckle upon it as he lost himself, increasing the pressure of his grip around himself.

“Stop! It’s not supposed to be sexy!” You protested, ignoring the way the deep timbre of his voice sent shivers up your spine.

“Fine! God! So annoying,” he mumbled, before moving closer, a hand on your hip as he pulled you towards him. “Come on. Let’s get you destressed.”

“It’s supposed to help you too, you know,” you said, as you climbed over him, your legs on either side of his thighs.

“I’m hot as fuck, I don’t do stress,” he said grinning at the way you glared at him, as he laughed, both hands now on your hips. His laugh was so irritating you wanted to punch him, but the sight of him, naked under you, made you squirm, more than ready to impale yourself on him. 

“Sure. I’ll tell you that next time you’re crying about your dissertation.” You put your hands on his shoulders, enjoying the taut muscles under your fingers as you rose on your knees.

“I can just put my clothes back on, you know,” he said, face hardened as his grip on your hips got tighter, and your heart lurched at how domineering he looked all of a sudden.

“Okay sorry, sorry!”

You used a hand to gingerly direct his tip to your entrance, before starting to slide down. Biting your tongue, you tried not to moan at the stretch, never having taken him without foreplay before. You had never felt so full before, and you leaned your head against his shoulder as you adjusted to his extremely generous size. He groaned, arms snaking around your waist, as he fought the urge to fuck into you, your warm walls making him feral.

“Now what?” He asked, gritting his teeth as he tried to control his breathing and the innate desire to make you scream on top of him. God, why did he think this was a good idea?

“Now we just wait and destress, I guess…” you trailed off, as you sat up straighter, your arms around his neck, trying to relax, despite the way Seokjin stared up at you.

It was silent for a few moments, the two of you just gazing into each other’s eyes as your breathing regulated. He pulled you closer after a few seconds, your chest against his, stare unwavering. Soon, your legs started feeling strained, the muscles aching after being in one position for too long. You squirmed a little, causing Seokjin to hiss at the sudden movement.

“You wanna move your legs behind me?” He asked, voice hoarse and breathy, and you nodded in response. With his hands under your ass, he pulled you up a little, moving a little towards the edge of his seat to make room for your legs. Without pulling off him, you crossed your legs around his waist, the new position making you whimper. A sound that made his pulse jump. 

You watched his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. He had been right, this felt way more intimate than anything the two of you had ever done. Seated on his dick, his arms holding you close, your hands in the hair on the nape of his neck, you felt an unbelievable warmth wash over you, starting from your chest and radiating towards your limbs. Perhaps, that was the stress relief, but maybe it was more.

He licked his lips, his eyes moving from yours to where your teeth had pulled the plump flesh between them. This was a bad idea. This was meant to be platonic, so why did he feel a sudden urge to kiss you, wrap himself around you and ensure the dark circles under your eyes never manifested again. It had to be the hormones, right? Right?

Before he could overthink further, however, your lips were on his. It was familiar but, oh so novel at the same time. The kiss was soft, a practiced dance of the same movements that were usually flurried, making your heart sing. Friends don’t kiss like this, and friends with benefits definitely don’t kiss like this. 

You didn’t know how long you made out, leisurely on the couch, but soon it wasn’t enough, hands roaming over each other’s bodies. His thumbs traced your nipples as he squeezed your chest, the action soft and reverent. He moaned into your mouth as your walls clenched around him in response, his lips soon moving to your neck as he suckled on the skin.

You couldn’t take it anymore, every cell in your body begging you to bounce on him, and so with a mewl, you started moving your hips, grinding on him. His dick barely left your walls at the action, but the way your clit rubbed against his skin made you almost lose your senses in pleasure. It was unlike anything you had ever felt, a slow build that had the two of you breathless but unwilling to speed things up. 

Soon his hips started moving in tandem with yours, and with his lips back on yours, he slowly moved the two of you so your back met the couch. Seokjin and you always saved missionary for quickies, but the way his weight cushioned you to the plush velvet below made your heart race, your eyes closing in overwhelming pleasure.

“Look at me,” he whispered, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours as his hips moved sensually against you. Wrapping your legs around him tighter, you pulled him closer, whining his name. You wanted him to go faster, but at the same time the uncharted sensation made you want to lose yourself in him, wanting to bury yourself in his arms, his scent - in him. 

As your eyes met, you felt an unfamiliar sensation brewing within your chest, setting it aglow. Fuck all the wild nights, and crazy sex with whips and cuffs. This is what you wanted for the rest of your life, just staring into Seokjin’s eyes, walls tightening around him as he panted above you. 

“Are you going to come for me, baby?” Seokjin asked, a hand coming to move your hair away from where it had fell upon your forehead. 

“Please Seokjinnie,” you whined, feeling as if you were tethering on the edge of reality, your whole being consumed by the man above you. Your mewls were what set him off, an inexplicable need to make you his zipping through his veins as he felt his balls tighten. 

With his lips on yours once again as if they were magnetized, he kissed you, setting your limbs on fire as his hand reached between the two of you to rub tenderly at your clit. 

That was all it took to set you off your orgasm rushing through your body, curling your toes as your eyes fluttered shut. You felt like you were lit up as the sensations flooded through you, your head floating in space and Seokjin couldn’t help but be enraptured by the way your mouth fell open in a silent scream. 

Your little whines sent him over the edge as well, his cock twitching inside you as he groaned, high pitched yet raspy, falling on top of you as soon as his climax hit. He put his arms around you, pulling you closer, refusing to pull out. He had never felt so content, so satiated, his heart blooming within his chest as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. 

He never wanted this moment to end, and neither did you, but soon he was softening inside you, his length naturally falling away, leaving a mess on the couch. The two of remained intertwined, relishing the fleeting moment, unaware how much the both of you wanted to repeat the rare occurrence.

The shower was new too. You had showered with Seokjin a hundred times before, but never like this, with soft caresses of his hands as they lathered the shower gel on you - no cheeky groping, no silly dad jokes, just a comforting, entrancing silence. He dried your hair after as you did his, the two of you leaving the ensuite hand in hand, and walking into his bedroom. When you started moving towards the living room to gather your clothes, he tugged on your hand, still clasped in his, stopping you in your tracks.

“Stay,” he murmured, pulling you into his chest, unwilling to break the calm that had set between you like a warm fog settling into your bones. You nodded as he moved the two of you towards his bed, guiding you under covers before joining. Seokjin didn’t know why he suddenly felt so odd - extremely vulnerable but intensely safe. He had known you for over ten years, but he never felt as open around you as he did then, not wanting to hide his feelings behind bravado and humour.

Pulling you closer, legs entangled in yours, an arm under your head as he moved your damp hair from your face, his gleaming eyes met yours, and you couldn’t help but smile, warm and bright. Leaning in, his fingers moved your chin upwards, and soon his lips were on you, soft and cozy. You hummed against him, your mouth moving subtly in rhythm with his, neither of you deepening the kiss.

The two of you fell asleep that way, snug and intertwined. Neither of you spoke about it the next morning but even without admitting it to the other, you knew that you never wanted that moment to end. 

However, sometimes, if you’re lucky, a moment can last an eternity.

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platonically in love (ksj)

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Summary- “We can’t be platonically in love...” 

A little sequel to platonic because @ressjeon wanted it hehe.

word count -  1.8k

pairing- fwb!Seokjin x Reader

rating- PG-15

genre- fluff, fwb2lovers, bff2l

warnings- none! (I am an idiot and left the warnings from the original pwp on haha sorry friends 😅😅)

a.n- Well guess what... my self indulgent bullshit turned into more self indulgent bullshit ayoooo 🤪 special thanks to @ressjeon, @moccahobi, and @agustdjoon​ for their guest appearance as the gang’s girlfriends hehehehe

A big warm thank you to @hobiandsprite, @sugasbabiie and @taegularities for beta reading! ily guys 💕 also almost forget but thank you @casuallyimagining​ for the perfect seokjin pic for the banner 🥺

As always feedback appreciated, a reblog and a like goes a far way. Send me an ask! 💌

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You could hear the chirps of the tiny birds resting on your window sill as you opened your eyes, the morning chill warded off by Seokjin’s warm body wrapped around you, his face nuzzling the crook of your neck. You smiled, relishing the moment before opening your eyes, the hazy early sun greeting your eyes as it bathed your room in a soft glow from the drapes you had left undrawn the night before.

Yawning contentedly, you loosened his grip around you to sit up, only for him to cling onto your legs, humming as he snuggled his face into your hip. Mornings were his favourite. He savoured the quiet times he could lose himself next to you, tethering between consciousness as your scent engulfed him. No matter how many times he had woken up next to you, it never got old for Seokjin.

You reached for your phone on your bedside table, starting your routine of checking your notifications as your fingers aimlessly caressed Seokjin’s bare back, making him smile as he placed a little kiss on your hip. You had never felt more comfortable as you scrolled through social media, liking your friends’ adventures from over the weekend.

👹 Clown Posse 👺

Jungkook: couple brunch? 🤪 yan wants to get waffles Alyanna: and mimosas! 🤧 Jimin: Thought you’d never ask! 💕 Jungkook: no whores allowed 💕 Jimin: That is discrimation. 🤬 Yoongi: I’m down. Nita is too. Jungkook: sweet! hobi and lil? jin and yn? Taehyung: this is so fucking dumb! Taehyung: WHY CAN’T I COME? Taehyung: i never expected this from you jk 😔 love has changed you  Lillia: its cause last time you hit on a waitress and we had to pay like 35% tip to make up for your ass 🙄 Lillia: count us in jk Jungkook: dope. yn?  Jungkook: hurry up and answer!  Jungkook: im gonna add you two to the resos anyway. Taehyung: u guys are srsly gonna go without us????? Jimin: its okay tae let the losers go to brunch 😴 wake up joon we going to hooters Taehyung: fuck yeah! i love you mr parkkkkkkkkk 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Jimin changed the group name to JUNGKOOKS A SIMP Yoongi: Oh? New couple alert? YN: lol why are seokjin and i part of couple brunch? YN: also wtf is couple brunch? Jungkook: ha hilarious 🤡 summer lane at 11

Your brows furrowed in confusion at Jungkook’s response, your hand pausing where it was running through Seokjin’s hair as you tried to parse through the bizarre conversation. Next to you, Seokjin groaned, his hand on top of yours as he tried to coax you back into stroking his scalp. You instead opted to smack him, making him whine as he pulled away from you, looking up at you groggily.

“Seokjin, wake up!” you demanded, shoving your phone into his face, so he could familiarize himself with your friends’ musings this morning. He pinched your thigh in rebelion, earning another swat from you before leaning up on one elbow and reading the chat from your phone, squinting at the abnormally bright screen. He wondered how your eyesight was still intact.

“It’s at eleven!” he whined, falling back onto the pillows, rubbing his face with both hands. “We have like two hours!”

“What? Not that!” you exclaimed, hitting him once again on the stomach, the skin on skin contact making a satisfying smack. 

“Stop hitting me!” he groaned, finally sitting up, his dark hair sticking up in odd angles around his head, and you had to stop yourself from cooing at his sleepy state. 

“Why do they think we’re a couple?” You turned to face him, arms crossed with a scowl on your face and Seokjin rolled his eyes at your antics.

“Because we are… Did you hit your head?” he asked condescendingly, a small smile puffing his cheeks as he patted you on top of your head. You shoved his hand away, glaring at him.

“Since when?”

“Like six months ago? Are you serious?” Seokjin couldn’t believe he was dealing with just a dumb argument right after waking up, his brows furrowed in irk as he crossed his arms. Were you just trying to get some angry sex? He wanted to go back to cuddling. Although, he wouldn’t mind some sex right now. The way his shirt molded to your breasts was enough to get him going.

“Am I serious? Are you serious?” you asked, flabbergasted, pulling his attention away from your chest to your face, just in time for him to see you roll your eyes. 

“How do you not know we’ve been dating for six months?! We live together!” Seokjin moved his hands as he spoke, fully exasperated at his girlfriend’s early morning senseless interrogation.

“We do not live together!” you argued, mirroring Seokjin’s aggravation as you fully turned to face him.

“When’s the last time you went back to your apartment?” he asked, an eyebrow raised in challenge.

“That is not the point!” you yelled, lifting your hand to smack him again, only for Seokjin to catch your wrist before you could reach him.

“Careful baby, you don’t want me to punish you now, do you?” he said with fiery eyes as his grip tightened, and his sudden dominant tone made you want to forget about a certain development in your relationship and let him spank you silly. But you were still too hung up on semantics to let your lust take over. Why did everyone think you were dating? You were just friends with benefits who just happened to hang out everyday in between having sex. 

“Seokjin,” you whined, prying your wrist from his grip. “When did we start dating?”

“After the cockwarming thing? Did you actually think this was still platonic?” Seokjin asked, finally realizing that you were in fact, very serious about not knowing that the two of you were dating. He thought it was pretty obvious. Friends did not just randomly kiss each other whenever the mood struck, or go on dates, or just cuddled when they slept.

“I mean… I don’t know…”

“Y/N, I took you to the best restaurant in the city for Valentines, I bring you flowers every time I go to the grocery store. We have matching rings for crying out loud!” He exasperated, grabbing your hands with his, the two platinum rings shining side by side in the morning sun. You stared at your intertwined hands in awe. Oh, so you were actually an idiot.

“I thought… I thought they were friendship rings…” You trailed off as Seokjin let go of your hands, falling on the bed with a defeated groan, hiding his face under a pillow. You felt the pieces finally falling into place, the way he always woke you up with a kiss, the way he picked you up from work every day despite it being fifteen minutes out of the way, and the way his eyes glimmered every time he looked at you, shining with adoration. You couldn’t believe you had been so blind.

You called his name, trying to pry the pillow off his face, but he hugged it tighter, refusing to let go. Burrowing into the covers, you laid on top of him, opting for a new strategy and burying your face under the pillow as well. His hands finally let the pillow go, resting on your lower back as he hugged you closer, and you sighed against his neck, making goosebumps erupt. He hated that you had this effect on him, hated that it was seemingly one-sided, even though he was sure it wasn’t. He didn’t think he needed to ask you to be his girlfriend, he didn’t think you wouldn’t be on the same page as him. You were always on the same wavelength; ten years of friendship had that effect.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, your lips trailing on his neck as he tried to hide the way a blush seemed to blossom on his ears. He only grunted in response, a hand coming to remove the pillow from over your faces as he looked away in embarrassment, choosing to focus on the little birds nesting on his window than the way you felt, so soft and plush on top of him.

You moved up, resting on your forearms around his head, and you gently brought his face towards you, watching the way he pouted, not looking you in the eye. You chuckled at his grumpiness, kissing him gently, and he wrapped his arms around you tighter in response, deepening the kiss.

“In my defence, you never asked,” you joked, and he scowled in response.

“You could’ve asked,” he said petulantly, pinching your butt.

“I mean, I still thought we were platonic,” you giggled, but instead of the smile you expected, his face fell, looking away once again.

“We can’t be platonically in love, Y/N,” he said quietly, his hands falling away from you, but you were too busy focusing on not going into cardiac arrest. His words were like a chorus in your head, singing ethereally, a lump forming in your throat.

“We’re in… love?” you whispered, and Seokjin felt a weight on top of his chest. He hadn’t meant to just blurt it out. He had planned a romantic picnic with kimbap with extra pickled radish just the way you liked. He wanted to show you that you were it for him, the only one he would ever want, the only one he had ever wanted, but the shock on your face made his blood run cold, his confidence faltering.

“I am… aren’t you?” He turned his head, closing his eyes, wanting to delay the inevitable way you were going to break his heart.

“Yes,” you whispered, and the speed at which he looked at you probably rattled his brain. Perhaps that was the reason his eyes were starting to water, and his heart was trying to escape his chest. You smiled at his reaction, overwhelmed with an urge to coo at your usually guarded friend — well, boyfriend now, you supposed.

But before you could act on your desire to pinch his flushed cheeks, his hand was behind your neck, pulling your face to his and crashing your lips together in a flurry of tongue and teeth. Although the kiss started rough, it quickly melted into a gentle slurry, his tongue roaming yours, savouring your taste as if he hadn’t kissed you before. His hand moved down your spine, softly caressing your skin over your shirt as if stringing the strings on a guitar, your blood thrumming to his melody. When he reached his other hand on your hip, he flipped you over, hovering over you, and finally breaking your kiss.

“I can’t believe you thought we were platonic while literally being in love with me,” he huffed, still annoyed but still kissing your cheek at the sheepish look you gave him in return. You recovered quickly, cupping his face as you gazed into his eyes, finally realizing that the way they softened was indeed him looking at you with love.

“I love you, Seokjin,” you murmured, enjoying the grin that pulled his plush lips apart, puffing his cheeks and scrunching his eyes.

“And I love you, Y/N,” he replied, kissing you once again, never wanting to stop.

Needless to say, you both were late to couples brunch.

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