#lee hyunjae fic

[tbzhub]

Money Shot

Pairing: photographer!Lee Hyunjae x afab!reader

Summary: a night in with your boyfriend turns into a photoshoot

Warnings: MDNI, smut, marking, fingering, unprotected sex, lots of photos are taken, pet names like twice

Rating / Genre: M, established relationship au, some fluff, smut

WC: 3.6K

Artist Note: this is a little part 2 to this fic: just go fuck him ♥︎ thank you for the love on that story, i'm sorry the title is so misleading alvjbhvxzgfn. i figured i'd revisit these two!

Tagged: @deoboyznet @everykebbie @blizzardfluffykpop

psst i finished it @the-boy-meets-evil

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It’s a wonder how much a person can change in a year or two. 

These days your chest doesn't feel as tight. Your thoughts aren’t as intrusive and insecurity visits you infrequently. The smiles that grace your lips are genuine– often prompted by the joy that's found its way into the tight confines of your heart. 

With each passing day, came a further understanding of what it meant to live. To experience the world with an abundance of love intertwined with your being. 

Hyunjae wouldn’t agree, but he made all the difference. You are far more vibrant now; confident, social, witty. Being deeply in love brought out a version of yourself that was content and yet utterly fearless. 

There’s peace, both in knowing someone has seen the harshest parts of you and that they still love you just the same. 

Hyunjae gave you the space to be yourself– to show up however you were able to on any given day. With you, he was gentle and understanding in a way that’s reserved for people who care. 

Dating him meant never having doubt– not when he made every day feel like a gift. It was easy to smile with him around. He was funny without trying and hilarious in times when laughter was needed most. His spontaneity took some getting used to, but only because you were a homebody. Now, you look forward to the days you spend with him, enamored by Hyunjae’s innate ability to make every moment memorable. He saw the world in a way that left you inspired. Through his photography, he taught you that beauty was found in the most unlikely places.  Like at a run-down flea market during sunset, or while walking past a vacant flower stand on a late night– the florist long gone after an honest day’s work. Overexposed shots of your hair dancing in the wind as you slump in front of a fan, trying to survive in the summer heat. 

He was always taking pictures of you. Initially– you hated it. You’d go shy or tense up when you saw him bring out a camera, on high alert when he brought out his phone. But over time, you appreciated it. Being his muse– being able to see yourself the way he saw you– helped you in areas that you hadn't realized needed assistance. Through your days in front of the lens, you've learned that you have a brilliant smile. That your hair harbored a different tone in the wake of a setting sun. Sometimes you’d catch yourself anticipating the camera on days when you knew you looked your best, growing confident as more time passed with him by your side.

Now, more than anything else– you both are beyond comfortable and obsessed with one another. Your ears perk up when you hear the bedroom door creak open and the way you immediately step out of the bathroom to greet Hyunjae with a face covered in skin care products proves the aforementioned sentiment.

Coming over to kiss him sweetly, you briefly melt into his firm arms and as you lean back you swipe your thumb over the gray dot of mud mask that sticks to his nose with a chuckle.

“Aww…” Hyunjae coos, taking in your spa headband and the little strip across your nose. 

“No…” you groan, shielding your face away from him and his predictable nature.

“But you look so cute, right now.” He whines, peeking from behind the camera while his fingers hover over the button.

“No, I don’t. I look like the moon emoji” you mumble back.

“What do you mean? Hyunjae asks, looking at you with a clueless squint.

“You know, the one that’s like…”  you give a side glance to look more like the little gray icon.

There’s a small flash of light as the shutter clicks and Hyunjae chuckles as he looks at the tiny screen while you stand stunned that he tricked you so easily. You playfully push him in response, causing him to laugh harder and you can’t help but join him, finding his antics funny. 

You kiss him on the cheek before heading towards the bathroom. 

“I’ll be right back.” You announce with your back turned. “Don’t miss me too much,” Hyujnae calls out absentmindedly, eyes fixed on the camera in his hands and you smile at the remark as you walk onto the cool tile floor.

You come back to him with a washed face and a silly smile embossed into your pretty features. Bounding onto the bed, you allow Hyunjae to tug you into his arms. He peppers you with kisses, lips smacking against yours a couple of times until he’s pulled a wide smile and a few giggles out of you. 

“Wait– stay right there,” he says and you groan but your smile only grows wider.

“Don’t you get tired of taking pictures of me?” You ask, looking him over in amusement as you honor his instructions, holding your current angle. “Nope,” he replies, twisting in his spot to grab his polaroid camera. “Maybe when you have a hot girlfriend, you’ll understand.” He jokes, sending you a flirtatious look over the top of the camera while his finger turns the camera on with muscle memory.

Your laugh is accompanied by the roll of your eyes. Hyunjae presses the shutter and you ready yourself for the flash, relaxing thereafter as the camera goes to work.

The whirring of the film getting developed halts your joking, Hyunjae carefully plucks the film out and shakes it in his hand gently once it pops out of the top of the camera.

Falling further into the comfort of his pillows, you smile up at Hyunjae, observing the way he looks at the picture. His eyes were soft as he swept over the image, the arches of his cheeks raising slowly as a smile blossomed on his lips. For whatever reason the sight struck a chord within you.

“You really think I’m beautiful, don't you?” You voice the thought without realizing it, not until Hyunjae’s gaze shifts to you and you're taking in the sincerity in his eyes as he speaks. 

“Of course.”

He doesn’t say anything else and you didn't need him to. Not when he’s looking at you like you’re the only thing that exists in the world. The only thing worth gazing upon. His hand trails its way into your hair and you look into the lens again, relaxing under Hyunjae’s touch as the shutter clicks again. You shift slightly on the bed as Hyunjae inspects the second polaroid the same way as he did the first. He puts the two pictures on the nightstand for safekeeping before leaning down to kiss you on the lips. 

With your arms looped around Hyunjae’s neck, you steal more kisses off his lips until he drops the camera onto the bed and climbs on top of you. The kiss deepens as one of his hands roams down to grab at your waist and pulls your body closer to his while he props himself up to keep from crushing you with the other. He lingers on your lips, pressure changing from soft and teasing to hard and wanting once you wrap your leg around his hip.

You stay like that long enough for your heart to mimic the rapid thud of Hyunjae’s heart rate.

When Hyunjae pulls away from the kiss you’re left wanting more, grabbing at his shirt in an attempt to bring him back but you stop when you notice what he’s doing.

He hovers above you with a polaroid camera in hand. “Just one more. Your lips look perfect,’ he murmurs as he lines up the shot and you lick your kiss bruised lips before giving bedroom eyes to Hyunjae through the lens. You hear the sound of the camera going off and the flash follows before the whirring begins. You watch patiently as he studies the picture with a smirk on his lips. His hand moves smoothly up and down your bare thigh as his gaze flits across the film. 

It was hot seeing him like this, so obviously turned by what he’s doing– by you.

His hand comes up to caress your neck before falling lower, squeezing your chest over the thin fabric of your tank top and you pick up on how he bites his lip before finally tearing his eyes away and placing the picture to the side with the others.

“Wanna take more?” You ask, gingerly tiptoeing into uncharted territory. “I mean… I’d be down?” You suggest lightly while looking up at Hyunjae’s face. His expressions bounce between confusion and surprise before settling on mirth and something else indescribable.

“Yeah?” He asks for confirmation, his voice suddenly low and velvety.

As you nod your head yes, you wrap your fingers around Hyunjae’s wrist and guide his hand down to rest at the hem of your top. 

His hand scrunches up the fabric, exposing most of your stomach as he dips down low to meld his mouth with yours hotly. He kisses you slowly, taking his time with you in a way that you’ve never experienced with him before. His hand slides up further, delicately cupping your chest as he sighs against your lips. The sharp sting of Hyunjae’s fingers digging into your skin sends a shock to your center and your lips part in a soft moan in response. His tongue brushes against the tip of yours tenderly as your skin pebbles under his touch. 

The kiss remains slow as he savors every last second of having you like this, nibbling on your lower lip before sucking the tender spot and kissing you hungrily. You lay slack underneath him, body and mind being led by the pleasure he pours into you with his sinful lips. 

Your back arches as he lifts your tank top up further, pulling the garment over your shoulders. Hyunjae’s hands fall onto either side of your cheeks, holding your face in place as he presses his lips onto yours firmly and warmth floods your chest. His hands travel down your neck and sweep across your shoulders as he drags his lips along your jawline. He continues his descent until he reaches a particular spot on your neck that makes you bite back a loud whimper. He sucks the sensitive area while you squirm underneath him with your eyes half closed. You shake out a soft moan, bliss surging up your spine as he moves to another spot on your neck.

He sucks mark after mark into your skin until you're nearly trembling and soaking wet with need. Your shoulders and neck are covered in splotches of deep reddish and purple hues that you can’t fully see but the look on Hyunjae’s face as he leans back tells you that look to die for. He drinks you in with a lust-clouded gaze, looking you up and down a few times before reaching out for his camera.

“Fuck– you look perfect like this…” he praises, voice imbued in admiration and want. He lines up the shot, standing on his knees above you and you can see just how much he’s into this.

You reply with a moan and glance up, giving the camera a heated look before the camera flashes. His hand comes into the next shot as he wraps his fingers around your slender neck. You catch his dick twitching in his sweats as he takes a second picture with you posed like this. Hyunjae doesn't wait for the film to come out before casting the camera to the side. He yanks at your shorts and underwear, pulling them off of you quickly with your help. You spread your legs wide for him while he works his way out of his clothes. He’s back on you hot and heavy the minute his cock is free, settling between your legs as he devours you with an intense gaze, tracing your form lustfully. 

“Eyes on me, okay?” He orders softly, smoothing a hand over your bent knee lovingly as the other snakes its way up your thigh, leaving behind a sweltering tingle that lingers on your skin. 

His fingers sink into your wet heat and a sultry moan rings through his bedroom. Hyunjae rocks his palm back and forth, two fingers curled upwards against the soft walls of your pussy. You coat the digits, eliciting the sloppiest noises that you’ve ever heard from your wet cunt but you couldn’t be bothered to be ashamed about that in the wake of what he’d just put your neck and shoulders through. 

He picks up the pace and your legs fall open further as a long sigh leaves your chest. You obediently keep your eyes open, trained on Hyunjae while he works you over. The look you share is a charged one as he fucks you with his fingers, his determined gaze contrasting your unbridled blissed-out state. Your swollen lips part as you pant his name, pleading for him not to stop.

Hyunjae blindly grabs ahold of his camera, never stopping the steady rhythm of his deft fingers urging you dangerously close to an orgasm. Your toes curl and your legs tremble as he readies the camera. He lifts it until he’s got the right angle. His biceps strain and sweat trickles down his arms as he pumps his digits in and out of you while rubbing your bud rhythmically. His arm is getting tired but he waits… and waits, finger resting just above the shutter as he waits for the right moment. The one where your face scrunches up and your pussy tries to choke his fingers. He fingers you with just the right amount of pressure to grow the feeling inside you until it bursts–

The shutter goes off and a flash brightens the room.

You toss and turn as you cum all over Hyunjae’s fingers, moaning loudly as he fucks you through it. Gradually his pace slows just enough to gently bring you down from your peak. His fingers slip out of your sloppy folds and he licks them clean without a second thought before retrieving the polaroid from its slot. 

You shiver through the aftershocks of your high while you come down further. “How’d it turn out?” You ask, still breathless. Hyunjae looks over to you with dark eyes and you swallow under the passion in his gaze.

“Unreal,” he replies through a husky tone before setting that picture down beside the others. He climbs back on top of you, kissing you repeatedly as he lays his warm body flush with yours. Your legs tangle with his while you make out and your dainty hands mess up his hair as you roll on top of him in bed. You straddle his hips in haste, desperate to ride him but he clamps his strong hands around your waist freezing you in place.

“There's a shot that I want to get,” he hesitantly admits. 

You look down at him with an endeared smile. You knew him well enough to know what he wanted. He always say you look so pretty sucking him off. “Okay, baby,” you say, shuffling down the bed until your lips are inches away from his cock. 

Hyunjae groans, tilting his head back into the pillows as you take him past your lips. You don’t tease, dipping your head forward to ease more of his cock into your mouth while your tongue glides down his length. Your lips tighten around him, sucking in on your way up and swallowing around the head before gliding down again.

“Fuck–

You grind your nose into his pelvis when he reaches the back of your throat and you feel him squirm in bed. You let up again, going slow as you cover his entire cock in your spit. Hyunjae fists the bedsheets and hisses at the sight of you–  his cock, dripping with the attention that you’ve lavished it with, tucked between your plush dewy lips. You sink his cock into your mouth again, moaning as you sense him preparing to snap another picture of you. 

Your eyes begin to water as you take him to the back of your throat a few more times, looking up at Hyunjae just in time to hear the shutter go off again. You close your eyes and hum, sending another shiver of vibrations down his cock as he tries to check out the picture.

All you hear is shallow gasps for a while as Hyunjae holds the polaroid up to his face, coaxing you up and down his length with his other hand.

“This one is golden,” he rasps, voice ragged and thick with pleasure as he bobs you up and down his cock for a bit longer, entranced by how sexy your eyes look in the picture. You suck harder, swirling your tongue around before Hyunjae gently pulls you off of him by your hair.

“Let me see?” You ask, sitting up and straddling his lap as he places that picture to join the rest.

He just shakes his head. “We have to round out the set first,” Hyunjae teases, hands going to rest at your hips as he lines you up with his stiff cock. Placing your hands behind you on his toned thighs as you lift your hips, angling them to catch his cock between your wet folds before you lower yourself onto him. You sit on his cock in one fluid motion and sigh. He feels so good– the sweet slide against your walls as you’re filled making your head spin. You rock forward, leaning back against your arms for leverage while you rock back, savoring his thick cock pressed against you. You raise your hips and drop back down, moaning at the feel of his cock teasing your needy cunt. 

You circle your hips while you bounce in his lap, slamming your hips down harder with every motion. Your head tilts back as you ride him, so satisfied yet so greedy for more, hips beginning to roll faster. Hyunjae tightens his hold on you before matching your thrusts, sending his cock as deep as possible causing you to cry out in abandon. You bounce faster, breathing ragged as you start to work up a sweat, a sheen covering your stomach and thighs. Your skin slaps against Hyunjae’s as you move in sync, connected as one as your bodies heat up.

His fingertips press into your skin, as he takes control, lifting you up and down with only the strength in his arms. Hyunjae fucks you nice and slow, dropping you down on his cock and sliding you off so you feel every inch of him leave your insides.

“Fuck Jae,” you moan, core aching for release just when he’s decided to slow things down.

“Sorry, sweetheart. You look so good like this. I don’t wanna rush,” he whispers, licking his bottom lip as he looks up at you– still dragging you up and down his cock like you weighed practically nothing.

He doesn’t forget the camera, reaching for it with one hand while you take over once more. You slide down nice and slow before raising your hips, pausing at the top when he tells you to.

“You look fucking incredible, baby.” He says as he takes the last shot.

The shutter clicks and you carefully push the camera out of Hyunjae’s hands, feverishly crashing your lips into his a second later. He immediately falls in line, kissing you and giving you exactly what you’ve been waiting for. His arms circle your back as he holds you close and pounds into you. 

You gasp and writhe, taking all that Hyunjae gives you as your thighs give out. 

Pleasure and fatigue build, and build within you, threatening to overflow as he continues his onslaught on your pussy. He snaps his hips into you with unprecedented strength, and thrusts rough and careless, eliciting nothing but filthy sounds out of you.

His pace picks up, strokes falling out of rhythm as he chases his climax. 

The steady push and pull of his cock filling you up crowds your senses. Your mind goes hazy as you focus on how good Hyunjae makes you feel every time. Pushing your body to places that you didn’t think it could go. You clench around him as another huge orgasm shuts down your body.

When you finally come to your senses, you notice that you're sore and covered in sweat. You feel kind of gross, but there's nothing that could make you abandon your place on Hyunjae’s chest right now. 

You’re so tired that when you try to speak, your words come out as syllables abstractly strung together. The last thing you’re aware of is Hyunjae’s cool lips pressed against your forehead as you drift off to sleep.

-

In the morning, you wake up sore. The marks that litter your neck and shoulders are a little tender and you feel like you did 200 sit-ups and 300 squats right before bed. 

Hyunjae wasn't around, but you weren’t surprised by that– he never missed catching the sunrise at dawn.

As you sit up in bed, the stack of polaroids from last night catches your eye and you leap out of bed to sift through them all. The first photo is so innocent that you chuckle, knowing where the night led you. You glance through the rest, cheeks heating up at how bold you are in front of the camera. 

You flip to the last picture in the stack and can’t help but swoon. You set the stack down, covering the unfiltered pictures with the one of Hyunjae kissing you on your forehead while you were fast asleep.

[ericsprincess]

if you take a bite (then i bite back)

nc-17, Hyunjae/reader, office au, dry-humping, mild force-feeding, humiliation

~~~

Disgusting. 

You pull a face and let the fork drop off your hand into the plate holding your half-eaten lunch with a clink. Despite your best efforts, the work has been piling on your desk for the entire day, folder after folder of new files to get through and you have barely made a dent, and now that you have finally found some time to have a quick lunch, just some measly fifteen minutes to inhale whichever pre-packaged meal you blindly grabbed from the convenient store next to the office building, he is ruining it for you. 

You frown at the table over, where Lee Jaehyun, your coworker and general pain in the ass, is currently also enjoying his lunch. If by enjoying you mean shamelessly stuffing his face with an entire bucket of fried chicken, alternating every few bites with the burger he's holding in one of his hands. There is a melting cup of ice cream in front of him, waiting for its turn. If you look closely, it's shaking in fear. The entire scene is obnoxious and embarrassing, but Jaehyun is eating like it's his last meal on earth, and does not seem to particularly care about what others might be thinking, while he's scarfing down a drumstick after drumstick, his shirt sleeves rolled up and his tie thrown over his shoulder so it doesn't get accidentally dipped into his french fry sauce. 

This has been a common sight in your office's breakroom these past few weeks. It didn't start suddenly, but it was still quick enough to alarm some of the more observing coworkers, to such an extent that Jacob from HR tentatively approached Jaehyun to carefully and very, very politely ask whether everything is okay? It's just, we have noticed some changes in your behavior, explained Jacob. You've been eating really concerning amounts of food lately, so your coworkers have been really worried about your health and well-being. Jacob almost shaked, clearly afraid he might end up having to submit his own report on himself for asking too personal questions. 

Thankfully, Jaehyun was understanding. He's just a stress eater. There is a big project going on right now and he's really overworked and nervous, so this has always been his usual way of coping. He will be back again to normal once this deadline is past, Jaehyun shrugged, backhandedly wiping the sweat off his hairline as he was chewing on a slice of extra large spicy pepperoni pizza with cheese stuffed crust. 

Now, after some time has passed, no one pays much attention anymore, passers-by go about their own day, completely ignoring the daily lunch break food orgy. If anything, your coworkers know about the project the team Jaehyun is in has been working on and they are not surprised he's been feeling stressed. So everyone understands this little bit of eccentricity.

And no one understands it better than you, especially since Jaehyun's project is also exactly the project you've been working on too. You're both part of the team. But unlike Jaehyun, you can barely eat from stress - half of the time you forget due to the mountain of paperwork you have to work through every day, the second half your stomach is clenching so hard from nerves you don't feel like eating at all. 

Which makes having to look at Jaehyun powering his way through the greasiest selection of local delivery food every single day feel like he's rubbing it in your face. You never liked him in the first place, this annoying Lee Jaehyun who had been walking around the office like he owns it since the day he was hired, with his perfectly pressed gray suits, dark chestnut hair always softly falling in place, never with any roots showing, and a nose that was definitely picked from a catalog. 

And this asshole is not even getting fat - rather the opposite, he's never looked better. He's gotten a lot bigger, but it's all gone into his muscle. You overheard Juyeon and Eric from legal talking about how Jaehyun ditched Juyeon and their thrice-a-week badminton sessions in order to hit the gym every day right after work for some crazy intense lifting and cardio program he's been doing in order to keep the weight off and energy up. 

And now your eyes are reaping the fruits of Jaehyun's impromptu bulk - his clothes have gotten a lot tighter on him and every time he raises his arm to take a bite of his burger, his muscles strain against the fabric. Not to speak about the poor buttons of his shirt, barely holding on together when his currently very voluminous chest expands with each (quite laborious) breath he takes as he chews. 

There is a drop of ketchup that's been slowly sliding off his burger and you're watching it as if you were hypnotized. It finally lets go and lands right on Jaehyun's left boob. He silently curses under his breath, while he puts the burger down on the tray and grabs a paper napkin, unsuccessfully trying to wipe the worst of it, and making his breast jiggle under the frantic motion. 

You keep staring.

Disgusting, indeed.

~~~

It's been a few more days of nothing except work, each day staying in the office longer and longer. Every evening you crawl home half dead, and go straight to bed to get at least some energy for another 12 hours of shifting through the papers that's waiting for you tomorrow. At least today it's friday, you suppress a yawn and throw the final folder on the "finished" pile while rubbing your eyes. Two glorious days of doing nothing, except sleeping, eating and catching up with the trashiest reality tv you know. You plan to order pizza and you also saw a cute little cake in the bakery this morning - an overdecorated little thing in the shape of a cat that is probably more marzipan than an actual cake, but you couldn't resist getting yourself a little treat after this horrible, horrible week. You put it into the break room fridge with a big glaring "PRIVATE" sticker on it and you're looking forward to eating it while chilling in bed. 

You turn off your computer, pack your things and head off to the break room to get your cake before leaving. It's empty, it's too late and almost everyone has left already, only Juyeon is there rinsing his lunchbox, apparently also about to leave. 

You nod at each other and you open the fridge to take out your cake when you freeze. 

You slowly pull out the transparent plastic case and you can't believe your own eyes. There is a huge chunk missing, right where the cat's left ear would have been. You can't even tell if it has been bitten off or hastily sliced off with a fork, but it has left a giant messy gash in the cat's cute head.

You swallow empty, barely suppressing your tears. This is too much. 

"Oh, I saw Jaehyun eating that..It's yours?" Juyeon turns, shaking off the water off his lunch box. 

That makes you see red. It's like this has been the last drop, work-wise, Jaehyun-wise, everything-wise and you are going to unleash hell. 

Without saying a word, you take your sad cake and leave a confused Juyeon in the break room, marching straight to Jaehyun's office. It's late, but the light is still on as expected. Without knocking, you throw the door open, walking up straight to Jaehyun, who's sitting behind his desk, still hunched over papers scattered around, immersed deeply in his work. 

He raises his head, startled and surprised and you throw the cake on the desk in front of him, and pull his chair away from the table so he can face you. 

"Any last words, before I stuff this cake into your ugly annoying face??" you yell, letting go of any politeness or professionalism. Just pure justified anger. 

"I-...Y/N…I-" he stutters, taken aback by the sudden outburst, raising his hands in defense, but you are already opening the plastic case and grabbing a fistfull of the cake while climbing on Jaehyun's lap. 

You don't waste any time before grabbing his jaw with your other hand and starting to smash the cake into his face, some getting in his mouth, some falling off as it's being smeared all over. 

"You fucking idiot! You stupid pig!" you keep yelling at him. "I was looking forward to this the entire day and I. Am. Just. So. Sick. Of. You." Each word emphasized with a wet slap over his cheeks, Jaehyun's eyes begin to water. He can only focus on breathing, to not choke accidentally on the cake you keep stuffing in his face, force feeding him like a goose. 

"Will you ever have enough?" you push another bunch of cake into his mouth, while he weakly whines. "You can have all of it, fuck, I don't even care if you choke, you're such a nuisance!"

You can't stop going off on him for a second, you're so angry, letting go of weeks of frustration and stress on him, and it feels so good that you almost don't notice - he's not resisting. He's not defending himself. Jaehyun is big and strong, he could push you off himself with one hand easily, but both of his hands are holding on to the armrests of his chair. He's letting you do it. 

You test the waters and shift your weight. Jesus. He's hard. 

"No reply? You have nothing to say?" you ask him meanly while stuffing your fingers along the cake into his mouth. He gags, but endures it while you press your fingers on his tongue. His tears are now flowing freely, his ears are red and face is dirty. You stuff the last bit of the cake into his mouth. and with that you subtly start moving on his lap, rubbing your pussy against his hard cock and his eyes bulge out. He can't talk but he lets out a whiny pathetic sound, while trying to swallow the cake without choking on it. 

"What? Did you think I wouldn't notice?" you grin at him. "You're so pathetic, getting off on this, such a pervert." you keep taunting him.

"What does it for you? Is it the yelling? The humiliation? Or do you just love cake that much? Or has it been that long since anyone has touched you?" you laugh. He's starting to moan, having finally swallowed all of the cake and you don't actually want him to answer. His answer doesn't matter anyways, so you put a hand over his dirty mouth to shut him up when he takes a breath to speak. 

"Actually I don't care. And you know what? Since you're enjoying yourself so undeservedly, I should be able to enjoy myself too," you say meanly, and pull at his shirt with your free hand until the buttons pop off, revealing his big chest, sweaty from the stress and exertion. 

You grab one boob to knead it roughly. "Do you like it?" you ask. "Are you working out so much so that everyone would notice your huge tits?"

You don't expect any answer, nor do you care, but he closes his eyes and nods anyway, all red and embarrassed, admitting to it reluctantly. What a sad weirdo.

You keep moving on his lap pulling and grabbing on his tits, even letting his face go so you can do it with both of your hands as you're moving on his lap, rubbing your clit over his clothed cock. Grabbing his big breasts, you enjoy how they feel in your hands and how you can squish them and press them together. You pull on his nipples until he squirms and cries out but never stops you, despite it being visibly painful, and you are definitely not holding back, but fuck, he's into it too and you're doing your best to get both off you off when he suddenly lets go of the armrests and grabs you by your hips. He pulls you closer and humps against you rough and hard as he cums, whining pathetically with his shirt busted open and face smeared in frosting and tears. 

Feeling his cock pulse in his pants as it gets even harder, shooting cum in his underwear, so he will be, to his shame, dirty and used all over is such a mean, but erotic thought, that you can feel your climax approaching very fast.

Not quite willing to let him see your face as you cum, you bury the face into his neck, inhaling the sickly sweet scent of the vanilla frosting mixed with Jaehyun's expensive cologne. Your movements slowly come to stop. 

You slowly come to your senses and not knowing exactly what to do now, awkwardly slide off Jaehyun's lap. He doesn't seem to care about moving beyond staring at you. There is a big dark stain on his formerly perfect gray pants. 

"Don't do this again, or else," you point a finger at him in feeble warning. It's awkward, your steam all fizzled out with your orgasm and he just keeps staring, his fucked out brain not being back on yet. There is cake everywhere and your fingers are sticky, just like the inside of your panties. What have you just done?

"Anyways… bye." you shift awkwardly, turn on your heel and leave his office hastily. Stopping at your desk, you take your things and run home, pretending nothing happened and you definitely didn't like it. 

~~~

Later that night, you're stubbornly sticking to the plan despite the myriad of thoughts running through your head - sitting in your bed, stuffing yourself with a slice of pizza, watching tv.

Your phone beeps with a notification. You have half a mind to ignore it but curiosity takes the better of you. You wipe your greasy fingers into the blanket and unlock it. There is a new message from an unknown number.

From: 7xx-8xx-2xxx

I'd like to make it up to you. Dinner tomorrow at 8? It's Jaehyun btw.  

You yell into the pillow. 

[stayteezdreams]

Autumn Confessions

Plot: During a camping trip with your friends, Hyunjae is determined for you to finally know once and for all about his feelings for you.

Requested Prompt: 'Cozy autumn camping trip with friends leads to confession from someone.' Requested by my #1 Requester @tumbleboof lol <3

Pairing: Lee Jaehyun "Hyunjae" x Gn!Reader

Warnings: Kisses towards the end but that's it.

Words: ~3.3k

You stretched your cramped limbs while you looked around the camping ground. Finally arriving at your destination after a three-hour drive.

The whole area was surrounded by amber and golden glowing trees, remnants of the green of summer still lingering. A light breeze blew past as the sun shone down on you.

You smiled softly at the view as you felt someone approach you from behind. Looking back, you immediately felt your heart jolt at the sight of Hyunjae.

He caught your eye and smiled sweetly as he walked up beside you. His hands were shoved in his jacket pockets as he looked around.

"It's a good spot." He said and you nodded in agreement as you both looked around the area. "Where are you gonna put your tent?"

You hummed as you looked around before pointing at a spot nearby. It was flat, but underneath a couple of trees. "I wanna hear the sound of the leaves tonight."

Hyunjae smiled at your choice as he nodded softly, not knowing his plan for later.

You looked over at him a bit shyly and his smile widened a little, "Good choice. Let me help you with your tent." He added quickly as he turned to walk back to the cars.

"Oh. Okay." You turned to follow after him, your heart fluttering at his offer.

Hyunjae had been increasingly nice to you recently and you weren't sure how you felt about it. Was it because he had known you were stressed recently, and he wanted you to feel better? Were you just becoming better friends? Or was it that maybe he felt something for you?

You tried not to hope too much for the last option, knowing it was mainly because you yourself had a crush on him.

His growing kindness had your heart on a constant rollercoaster, you both loved and hated it. The attention he gave you made you happy, but the fear your feelings would grow, yet remain unrequited caused your heart to ache.

Trying to push your thoughts aside, you and Hyunjae began putting up your tent. Hyunjae made it increasingly hard to focus as he seemed determined to be close to you.

As you struggled to get the rods through the tent, he was behind you "helping", his hands constantly incasing your own. As you began nailing in the stakes, he ran over to help so you didn't accidentally hurt yourself.

Has he always been like this? You wondered as he ruffled your head when he walked past, as you nearly finished the tent.

When your tent was finally up, you offered to help Hyunjae with his, but he reminded you that Hakyneon was going to put it up for him, having lost a game with Hyunjae in the car.

You chuckled as you recalled Haknyeon's disgruntled face when he lost.

"I think Chanhee and Younghoon wanted to go on a walk around the area, right? Weren't you gonna go?"

"Oh yeah!" You looked around for the two and saw they had finished setting their tents up.

"Are you gonna come?"

He smiled softly and shook his head. "I think I should make sure Haknyeon doesn't purposefully ruin my tent."

You giggled as you nodded. "Good idea."

By the time you got back from your walk with the two boys, you noticed a tent propped up near yours. When you had left, not everyone had set their tents up yet, you smiled as you approached, wondering who your neighbor was.

The tent flap opened up as Hyunjae came out, as he spotted you he grinned. Looking back at his tent he smiled "You made it sound too nice over here."

You laughed softly, though your heart was racing. He was acting different, wasn't he? Or were you looking for things that weren't there?

Trying not to focus too much on it, you helped the others set up your chairs around the campfire area. You weren't going to eat until later, everyone deciding to go on one of the scenic hiking trails first to build an appetite.

Hyunjae was originally going to sit out on the first days hike, but when he noticed your excitement, he changed his mind. Something you didn't know he had done.

Throughout the hike, what you did notice, was Hyunjae sticking close by you. Always remaining a few steps behind you or right beside you. Holding out his hand for you to take when you climbed up a particularly steep area.

And then there was what you didn't see.

The way his hands hovered behind you unseen as you climbed ahead of him. The way his eyes never drifted far from you. How he watched your smile as you looked around the area, grinning fondly at you when you pointed out any animal or cool plant. You missed how he snuck photos of you with his phone, and how he set his favorite as his phone wallpaper because he loved the way the light hit your face.

You missed everything telling you that he was fully, 100%, head over heels for you.

And he knew you didn't see it. That you were too blinded by your own feelings for him that you were trying to hide from him, that you didn't see he felt the same. But he also knew his plan for this weekend wouldn't allow you to miss it anymore. That you would finally know once and for all that your feelings were mutual.

By the time you made it back to camp, you were exhausted and hungry, but your mood was still intact and sunny.

An amber glow lit up the area as the setting sun shot filtered light through the dense trees. A gentle ambiance hung over the area, the occasional sound of voices from a nearby camp meeting your ears as they blew in on the breeze.

Sitting in your chair, you saw Hyunjae look over at you before grabbing his own chair from across the campfire and bringing it over, placing it right beside yours. Your heart fluttered as shyness washed over you again. You met Hyunjae's eyes, and he saw your confused and somewhat shy gaze. He smiled sweetly at you as he sat down, noticing the way you swallowed nervously.

Had you figured it out yet?

As everyone settled and began grilled food, you ate, laughed and enjoyed your evening. The sun disappeared behind the horizon, leaving you encased in darkness, the only light being from the campfire in front of you.

You stilled when Hyunjae leaned over to you, his face a few inches from yours. Meeting his eyes with a silent question he spoke softly.

"Are you getting cold at all?"

You thought for a second before you shook your head, "No I'm okay right now."

He nodded with a soft smile, "Okay, let me know if you do get cold, okay?"

You nodded with a smile, your cheeks warming at his kindness. Your heart jolted when, for just a second, you thought you saw his eyes flick down to your lips before his eyes moved away.

Your attention was quickly taken when Juyeon, across the fire, exclaimed in annoyance as the smoke from the fire once again followed him after he moved spots.

When Sangyeon passed out the supplies for s'mores, you watched as Hyunjae roasted a perfect marshmallow, while you had accidentally burned yours more than your preference.

Hyunjae held out a perfect s'more before he turned to you with a smile. Taking the marshmallow from you, he handed you the s'more he had created.

"Oh, for me?"

He nodded silently with a smile as he salvaged the marshmallow you had burned before making his own. You grimaced as he took a bite of his and he chuckled, almost spitting out the smore.

"Why would you eat it?" You asked in a stunned tone.

He chuckled again, "Why not? It tastes fine!"

He motioned for you to eat the one he made, and you smiled with a soft shake of your head. As you took a bite you hummed at the taste.

He watched you closely with a smile before he rose his brow. "Good?"

You nodded your head, not wanting to speak with a mouthful. He smiled fondly at you before reaching out and swiping his thumb across the side of your mouth, wiping away some melted chocolate and marshmallow.

You watched as he then licked off the chocolate from his thumb while repressing a soft smirk at the bewilderment on your face.

Remembering you needed to swallow your smore before you choked, you looked away from him, your face burning hot from his action.

Your eyes briefly met Younghoon's, who also saw Hyunjae's actions. He met your eyes, and you saw him repress a chuckle as he wiggled his eyebrows.

He knew about your feelings for Hyunaje, all of them did really, but he was one of the few you talked to about them. You didn't know he also knew about Hyunjae's feelings for you. He also knew exactly what Hyunjae was up too.

Time passed and s'mores were eaten, stories were told, and jokes were made. It was just you, Hyunjae, Younghoon, Chanhee and Hakyneon left around the fire, as the others had gone off to their own tents.

As a chilly breeze blew past you visible shivered. Seeing Hyunjae's eyes shoot over to you, you met his eyes as he gave you a pointed look.

Remembering he told you to tell him if you got cold, you blinked a few times before you admitted bluntly. "I'm cold."

A smile broke out on his face with a soft chuckle. You watched as he got up and walked over to the nearby table before grabbing a plush blanket. Walking back over, he opened it before wrapping it around your shoulders.

"Thank you." You mumbled shyly and Hyunjae smiled sweetly down at you as he adjusted it around you from behind, making sure you were wrapped up well.

"I'm cold too Hyunjae!" Younghoon cooed from across the fire.

Hyunjae scoffed, "Then go get a blanket yourself."

Younghoon gasped in offense, making the rest of you chuckle. "Oh, so only Y/n gets special treatment?"

Hyunjae smile and nodded, "Of course."

You failed to repress a smile as your face grew warm. Hyunjae glanced over and you met his eyes, he smiled and winked, making your heart skip a beat.

Not long passed before you found yourself growing more tired. Finally giving in, you rose, "I'm gonna go to bed."

"I'll walk you to your tent." Hyunjae said as he rose.

You hesitated for a second at his offer before you smiled at him, unsure of what to say.

When you got to your tent you looked back at Hyunjae. "Make sure to go to bed soon."

He let out a soft chuckle and nodded, "I will. Do you have enough blankets?"

You nodded with a smile as you tugged on the blanket still wrapped around your shoulders. As you unzipped your tent you looked back at him shyly, "Goodnight Hyunjae."

Ruffling your head like he had earlier in the day he grinned at you, "Goodnight Y/n."

As you lied in your tent, trying to fall asleep you mind ran back over the day and Hyunjae's various actions towards you. No matter how you tried to convince yourself you were reaching for something that wasn't there. You couldn't help but think it all pointed to one thing.

Hyunjae likes you too.

You were awoken the next morning by your name being called and your tent being shaken around you.

As you woke up and focused on what exactly was happening, you recognized Hyunjae's sing-song voice. You groaned softly as you began crawling towards the entrance of your tent.

Opening up the tent door, you saw Hyunjae crouching down in front of your tent waiting. He had clearly not been awake very long, his face a little puffy and his hair messy.

As his eyes raked over you and your equally tired face and messy hair, he grinned fondly. His own thoughts being about how cute you looked so early in the morning. You felt a bit embarrassed by the state he was seeing you in, but it was too late now.

Reaching out he ruffled your already messy hair, a habit he was seeming to pick up. "Time to get up sleeping beauty."

You groaned in reply, making him chuckle. You retreated into the tent to make yourself more presentable. When Hyunjae left you to get ready, you gently touched your head where he had ruffled your hair. Your heart was in a constant nervous flutter, last nights final thought echoing in your mind.

Climbing out of your tent again and making your way towards the others. Your eyes were stuck on Hyunjae, who was holding two coffee cups in his hands. As you approached his eyes found you as he held out one of the cups for you to take.

You smiled and thanked him before taking a sip. You didn't notice the way the other's eyes kept glancing your way, wavering between you and Hyunjae as they all smiled knowingly.

You had missed the conversation between Hyunjae, Younghoon, Chanhee and Hakyneon last night after you went to bed, and you missed the re-hashing to the others this morning before you woke up. This left you completely unaware of the plan brewing between all of them.

Your group had split up for the day. Some of them went to check out a nearby lake to do some fishing, while the rest of you went on a scenic hike.

Your heart was in a flutter as Hyunjae walked beside you, his presence now feeling entirely different since your realization last night. Pretending not to notice the constant looks he would throw you; you tried your best to appear unaffected.

Along your hike, you came across a trail with two paths. You looked looked at the map board in between them, but before you could figure out which way would be the best, Chanhee spoke up with an idea.

"The one on the right breaks into two paths further down. How about we split into pairs and see who makes it back first?"

Before you could consider, Younghoon and Sunwoo agreed before the others spoke up as well. You nodded along, clearly not going to go against them as you watched them all grab each other and run off down the right path. You blinked a few times as you realized you and Hyunjae had been left alone.

You looked over at him to see him repressing a smile as he cleared his throat and met your eyes. "Come on then."

He walked past you and continued down the left path, leaving you a bit stunned about what just happened. Swallowing, you took in a breath before you began to follow Hyunjae. You may have your moments, but you certainly weren't dense enough to miss the fact that you had been left with Hyunjae on purpose.

As you continued on your walk, your anxiety grew. A little lost in your thoughts, you stepped on the side of a rock, causing your foot to slide off as you lost your balance.

Letting out a soft gasp of surprise, Hyunjae was quick to grab you and help you from losing your balance anymore.

You let out a soft breath before you chuckled, causing Hyunjae to let out a soft laugh as well. "Are you okay?"

You nodded with another soft giggle, "Yeah I'm fine."

While he had helped you, his hand had ended up intertwined in yours. Noticing, you felt your heart skip a beat. As Hyunjae began walking again, his hand remained in yours as he pulled you along.

Catching you looking at your hands and up to his face in soft surprise he smiled, letting out a soft chuckle. "What? Can I not hold your hand?"

You swallowed nervously, hesitating for a second. "N-no. I mean you can! I don't mind."

Hyunjae bit the inside of his cheek at your cute response. He nodded and spoke softly under his breath, "Good." Glancing back at you, he saw the way you looked away from his as you tried your best to repress a shy smile.

His own chest tightened as his heart palpitated. He took in a deep breath before he cleared his throat. "Y/n?"

Your eyes shot back over to him, "Hmm?"

Stopping, he turned to look back at you. He gently squeezed your hand as he took in a deep breath and let out a nervous chuckle.

"You know I like you right?" He cautiously met your eyes and saw them widen a bit at his question. You shuffled nervously as he continued. "I've been trying to make it obvious, but I want to know if it worked."

You bit the inside of your lip as he admitted what you had been thinking. Nodding softly, you spoke in an almost amused whisper, "Yes, I know. I noticed."

He smiled, his heart pounding heavier and heavier with every passing moment. He took a step closer to you before taking both of your hands in his.

"If there is anything I want to gain out of this camping trip, it's one thing." His eyes met yours as they sparkled, "You. I want to be with you Y/n. I want to be your boyfriend."

You bit back a grin as he spoke, your stomach twisted with excitement as your heart hummed. Was this really happening?

He finished with a soft voice and a simple question. "Can I? Be your boyfriend?"

All you had come on this camping trip with, was the desire to relax and have an adventure with your friends. Leaving it with a boyfriend, and that boyfriend being the one guy you had been head over heels for for years, was more than you could have imagined.

A grin broke out on your face as you nodded your head, "Yes, you can be my boyfriend Hyunjae."

His own smile grew as he pulled you into a hug, his giddiness taking over. You giggled into his chest as you hugged you tightly. You felt him press a kiss to the top of your head before he pulled away and looked into your eyes.

Slowly, he cupped the side of your face as his eyes grazed over your features, pausing on your lips.

"I have one more question."

"Yes." You answered quickly.

His eyebrows rose with a soft laugh. "I didn't even ask."

"You don't have too, I know what it is. And the answer is yes."

He chuckled again as he moved his hand moving from your cheek to the back of your head as he leaned in closer. His nose brushed against yours softly before his lips met yours.

The kiss started out gentle, before his tongue gently glided against your lips. Allowing his entry, Hyunjae deepened the kiss and pulled you closer by the waist so you were pressed flush against him. The kiss continued to deepen as his fingers entangled in your hair. Your arms came up to circle around his neck as you got lost in each other.

You weren't sure how long you kissed before you broke away for air, soft breaths being the only sounds heard between you. His eyes met yours as they sparkled with happiness and desire. Your smiles mirrored each other's before Hyunjae brought you in for another kiss, already losing himself to you once again.

Both of you forgot about your hike, and your "race" to arrive at the campsite before the others. But none of them would blame you for being late, in fact, they wanted you to take your time. They had bets to settle between themselves at yours and Hyunjae's expense.

xx End xx

The ending kind of sucks, sorry. My motivation decided to take vacation about half way through this sadly.

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[1:52AM] Kiss on My List - (l.hj)

Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI),  fuckboy!Hyunjae, friends to lovers, making out, mentions of drinking, bit of dry humping, handjob, premature ejaculation, allusions to more smut, pet name (sweetheart), low-key simp!Hyunjae. Word count: 0.9K

A/N: Finally, last fic for my round of timestamps! And no better way than to end it with Hyunjae 😏 Realized my last timestamp for him had the same vibes but fuck it because I'd gladly get in this scenario with him any day 🥴. Proofread once, hope you enjoy! Tagging @deoboyznet @winterchimez @snowflakewhispers @aimeecarreros

Very loosely inspired by the song “Kiss on My List” by Daryl Hall & John Oates.

Thinking about fuckboy!Hyunjae, who has been trying his luck with you since freshman year. Despite his persistence, you always said no. It was kind of cute how he kept asking you out, even knowing the answer. It's not his fault you’re drop-dead gorgeous, especially since you still gave him the attention he craved despite rejecting him.

By sophomore year, Hyunjae gave up on dating you and chose to be good friends instead. Since then, you became his wingwoman, confidant, and everything. He always came to you for advice, and you did the same.

Though to Hyunjae it felt like it was getting harder to keep things up, especially right now when all he wanted to do was know what your lips felt like against his own. The one thought that would constantly plague his mind.

“C’mon, just a little kiss? Please? One second.” He playfully pouts at you as he tries to hold himself together.

“No Hyunjae, no kiss!” You giggle. Your tipsy side always made his heart flutter.

He shouldn’t have downed five shots in a row like that, but he only did it because you did it too. He’d do anything you’d tell him honestly no matter how absurd the idea was because he was in love with you you were his best friend!

“Please, just one kiss? A friendly kiss. A kiss friends do-” He points to his lips, smiling when he hears the sweet sound of your laugh.

“Friends don’t kiss, Hyunjae.” You look up at him, slowly swinging your legs as you sit on the kitchen counter.

“I kiss my friends all the time!” Hyunjae exclaims as he leans on the same counter, his hands resting on each side of your hips.

“Those girls are not your friends-” you scoff.

“Yes they are… They’re my buddies! My fuck buddies-” He wiggles his eyebrows.

You hide your face in his chest as you burst out laughing. Hyunjae wraps his arms around your shoulders, pressing his cheek against the top of your head as he laughs with you.

“C’mon, let’s get you upstairs.” His arm slides to your waist and behind your knees as you both pull away, carrying you like you weighed nothing to him. As he carried you, you couldn’t help but look closely at his face.

Was he always so… hot? You thought to yourself as you admired every feature, your cheeks getting warm at the sudden realization of his strong arms holding you tight. You’re soon brought back to reality the moment you feel Hyunjae placing you down on the edge of the bed.

You watch him slowly untie your shoes, wondering if this is what it looks like when he’s about to eat you ou- oh fuck don’t start thinking about him like that now. But it’s too late as a sensation pulses beneath your abdomen, your core slowly becoming moist without even realizing it.

“There’s water and pain meds on the side table for you. You think you’ll be alright?” He kneels in front of you.

“Y-yeah, I'll be fine.” You smile weakly.

“Well, I'll be in the other room if you need me.” He tucks your hair behind your ear, glancing at your lips before standing up. You grab his wrist, not wanting this moment to end.

“You-you forgot something.” You stutter. “To say goodnight.”

He smiles, kissing your forehead. “Goodnight sweetheart.”

“Goodnight-” You cup his face, leaving a featherlight kiss on his lips. As you pull away to see Hyunjae’s face he remains frozen, and regret starts to kick in. Was it a mistake? Did he not like it? Oh no- Before your thoughts take over, Hyunjae pulls you by the waist, smashing his lips against yours.

You yelp in surprise but soon wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Hyunjae embraces you, deepening the kiss, feeling like he's in heaven with the sounds you make. Not wasting a moment, Hyunjae lunges forward, his body heat radiating as he climbs on top of you. His mouth travels to your neck, nipping and sucking your skin.

Your back arches into him, seeking more friction as you press against his bulge. He groans, his hands searching for a place to hold but his mind goes completely blank as your hand slips beneath his sweatpants, palming his erection before wrapping your fingers around his length.

“Fuck-” he hisses, scrunching his eyebrows and holding his breath as he tries to not think about busting anytime soon. But the moment you pull him for another kiss and slip your tongue inside his mouth, he explodes.

You gasp at the way his cock throbs in your grip, how your hand is suddenly drenched in his release. No man you’ve been with has ever come this much by a simple touch, and yet it was turning you on more than it should've.

“Hyunjae?” You try to call his attention. But instead he buries his face into your neck, leaving a light kiss near your earlobe.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he whispers, his voice filled with a mix of awe and desire.

“Maybe you can show me?” you whisper in his ear as you tighten your grip on his length, making him groan at your touch.

“Give me a second and I’ll show you everything. That’s what a good friend would do right?” He smirks before leaning down to kiss you once more. You playfully hit his chest as you giggle at his reply.

“And what a good friend you are indeed…”

[yeonmuse]

BABYDOLL 𐦍༘⋆

PAIRING: Jock Juyeon + Nerd Changmin & Boyfriend Sunwoo x Cheerleader Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.1k

GENRE Smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DONT INTERACT ‼️, strong laungage, threesome, oral sex, penetration, exhibitionism, sunwoo gets possessive, jealous sunwoo, mature language, this is Literally Porn With Plot, Jock!juyeon, boyfriend!sunwoo, nerd!changmin, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, male masturbation, unprotected sex, a good amount of praise, degradation , angry Juyeon, dom!sunwoo, pet name babydoll is used. Sex in the school library.

SUMMARY Sunwoo doesn’t like the way Juyeon flirts with you and he knows you well enough to see the way you look at Changmin when you two are alone. He think it’s about time he made it clear just who you belong to. Perhaps it’s about time the two of you made your relationship public.

MORE, I’ve been thinking about this trio a lot lately ever since more babydoll edits started showing up on my fyp again so, here we go.

You and Sunwoo both shared a mutual agreement that your relationship was to stay secretive. After all it all started with a drunken makeout session at one of Kevin and Jacobs wild parties. The only problem was when Sunwoo agreed to keep things a secret he didn’t think it meant watching other guys carelessly flirt with you as if you didn’t already have a boyfriend. Obviously he knew what he had been getting himself into with making you his girlfriend, you were one of the most sought out girls on the cheer team, pretty, top of your class and you were nice to everyone, sometimes a little too nice. Usually Sunwoo would be able to compose himself really well, but the events of today would be all he needs to finally snap.

Not only was it spirit week but it just so happened to fall on the week of homecoming. Knowing you were part of the court it already frustrated Sunwoo to know that you would have to walk in with one of those idiots from the team on your arm, but Lee Juyeon asking you to Homecoming in front of the entire school was not something he thought he would be crossing off his list. Juyeon was someone that already annoyed him when it came to you. His endless flirting, his touchy nature or even all those times hearing Juyeon call you ‘babydoll’ all pissed him off. And right now all he could do was stand there and watch, his tongue poking at the inside of his mouth at how pissed off it had made him. Watching your face as Juyeon approached you with a handful of sunflowers and a sign reading “will you be my sunshine” he could tell that you were a little nervous. The only thing he wasn’t sure of is if the nerves had been from having been put on the spot in front of an entire crowd, or maybe it was the fact that his eyes had been burning holes into both you and Juyeons head.

“I- I’m sorry Juyeon, but I can’t” Sunwoo couldn’t help but walk off with a proud grin on his face once the crowd dispersed. Part of Sunwoo did feel guilty because he had known how excited you were for homecoming, but it wasn’t like the two of you would be showing up together. It had made him feel so guilty that he decided to shoot you a text to meet with him at your usual spot in the school's old computer room.

“Sunwoo?’’ His gaze was torn away from his phone as you entered the room.

“Hello babydoll” as he greeted her the slight annoyance in his voice was evident.

“Sunny please don’t start I didn’t know that he would do that, and you clearly saw me tell him no.’’

“What would you have said if I wasn’t there?’’

“What?”

“You heard me sweetheart what would you have told him if I wasn’t standing there watching the whole thing?’’

“Sun you’re acting ridiculous, why are you asking me that?’’

“Why are you not answering.’’ he was getting slightly annoyed at your ignorance towards the question, part of him felt like if he hadn’t been there you would have said yes. It didn’t go amiss how you would smile and laugh with him whenever he caught the two of you talking at parties or at the games.

“I would have told him no.’’ There was a sudden silence between the two for a moment before you decided to speak again

“I have to go, I promised Mr. Song that I would tutor one of his students.’’ A frustrated sigh spilled from his lips as he watched you leave. He wanted to follow you and apologize for even questioning your loyalty to him, but he knew that if he went after you now he would only make things worse in his current state of mind. So he sat in silence for a while, five short minutes turned into ten long minutes until he realized how ridiculous he had been acting. With a sigh he pulls himself up from the desk and makes his way down the hall, already having a decent idea of where you might have been, after all you always studied in the same place, the school library. As he grew closer he could hear the sound of your laughter the closer he got to the door. That didn’t sound like just studying to him, as he peeked over the doorframe and gazed in he couldn’t help but feel annoyed all over again.

The way your head rested on your palm as you looked at no one other than Ji Changmin. You sat there laughing and smiling as he sat there all pouty.

“You’re cute but being cute won’t make me go any easier on you Changmin.’’ You laugh at Changmin's sulking, seemingly completely unaware that your boyfriend stood right outside the door looking in. Meanwhile a blush formed on Chngmins face from you having called him cute.

“I know you can do better than what you’re showing me Minni. This isn’t the first time i’ve tutored you, you’re pretty smart and i’m sure you know that so I refuse to go easy on you.’’ As you spoke to him your hand rested on Changmin's arm.

To any outsider looking in it would seem like you had just been being sweet and playful, but Sunwoo was well aware of your mannerisms and tone by now. You weren’t simply doing or saying any of those things just to be nice. He was fed up, and now he was feeling like it was about time he put you and everyone else in their place. Turning away from the library entrance he then turned to the direction of the school gym, the place he was more than sure he could find Lee Juyeon. Everyone knew that Juyeon would stay after school to practice, after all he was one of those members on the football team that strived for perfection. When Sunwoo first called out the others name Juyeon was shocked to say the least, of course he was well aware of who Sunwoo was, but the two were entirely different he didn’t think he’d ever find Sunwoo looking for him of all people.

“Yn asked me to pass on a message, she’s waiting for you in the library, something about wanting to apologize or something.’’ Sunwoo tried his best to seem disinterested in the situation, just enough for Juyeons ears to perk up at the sound of your name. Sunwoo simply watched in slight annoyance as Juyeon walked off the field and disappeared back into the school building. He eventually made his way moments later, slowly but surely making his way back to the library where he had watched Juyeon enter just moments before.

“Babydoll!’’ Sunwoo watched as your gaze then shifted from Changmin to Juyeon who was now leaned over the table, his gaze having fallen on Ji Changmin who was sat a little two close to you for Juyeons liking.

“Juyeon what are you doing here?’’

“I told him you were looking for him, sweetheart.’’ Sunwoo finally steps into the library's entrance, taking a step in and he closes and locks the door behind himself.

“Sunwoo?’’

At this point both Changmin and Juyeon had been staring back and forth between the both of you in confusion.

“I think you should apologize to Juyeon for turning him down in front of all of those people princess.” Sunwoo noticed the way your body tensed upon being called that, he was more than sure you were well aware of his annoyance by now. After all he only ever called you such a thing when the two of you were alone and he was planning on being buried deep inside of you. The look on your face was one of both annoyance and panic.

“Um I think i’ll just go maybe we can finish another time.’’ Changmin was ready to take his leave, standing up in his chair, Sunwoos' gaze immediately shot to him making him freeze up on the spot.

“Oh no no not too fast ‘minni’ this won’t take too long.’’ upon hearing your nickname for Changmin you had used only moments ago, it began to set in that Sunwoo had been watching you.

“Okay what the fuck is going on.’’ Juyeon finally snaps, his eyes blazing as he realized he had been set up by Sunwoo.

“Sun.’’

“Quiet babydoll I want you to behave for our two guest. Go ahead and make Changmin a little more comfortable.’’

“Sun..’’

“What is it? What’s the matter babydoll you find him cute don’t you?’’ your eyes said it all, the fact that you had been looking everywhere but into sunwoos eyes said it all.

“Be a good girl and make him feel good while me and Juyeon watch.’’

“Wha-what?’’ Changmin's face had gone bright red, but Sunwoo chose to ignore him.

“Go ahead babydoll.’’

Sunwoo watched as you shyly looked over at Changmin who was obviously nervous.

“Okay what the hell is going on?’’ Juyeon was pissed, pissed at the fact that Sunwoo seemed to have some type of hold on you, even more pissed that he had been tricked into coming here just for this.

“I’m giving you what you want, you think she’s pretty right? Both you and Ji changmin have a crush on My Girlfriend, how cute right Babydoll?’’

“Sun did you really have to bring them into this.’’

“You think you’re allowed to play sweet and innocent with me Princess? I know you and your body well enough to know that you like it when Juyeon here flirts with you, i also know you well enough to know that you’d fuck him or Ji Changmin here without a second thought. Go ahead and take off your clothes for them babydoll..show them how pretty you look.’’ The way you shifted in your seat told him everything that he needed to know, you were getting turned on by this. Him calling you out in front of the two of them.

“Take them off babydoll or i’ll have one of them do it for you.’’ The room fell silent and both Juyeon and Changmin's eyes seemed to be glued onto you as you slowly obeyed Sunwoos' given order. Changmin didn’t think that his face could get any redder until he watched you strip from your white button up and black skirt.

“Good girl.’’ sunwoo takes a seat on the opposite side of the table and spreads his legs, a move you knew all too well. That smirk on his face and the pride in the way he sat was an obvious indication that he was enjoying this. He had you exactly where he wanted.

“Come here sweetheart, I want you to be good for our two guests. As you take a seat on his lap his arms slip around your waist from behind, Sunwoos cold fingers brush against your bare skin as he presses you against his clothed body against yours.

“You’ll be good for them right?” His fingers squeeze your hips in a manner that forces you to stay pressed against him. You gave him a nod which made him give a swift slap across your thigh earning a soft whine.

“Use your words babydoll.”

“I’ll be good sun.”

“That’s my girl, I want you to look at them while I play with you like the pretty little doll you are.” The entire time neither Changmin nor Juyeon said a word. Truth be told neither of them knew what was happening, but the moment their eyes took in your semi naked frame and sat in Sunwoos lap it was hard to look away.

His gaze burned with pride at the fact that he had you right where he wanted and neither Juyeon nor Changmin could do a damn thing unless he allowed it. His fingers immediately met your clit, pushing past your folds and slipping them right inside you with ease.

“I want you to make sure our guests feel included, look them in the eyes and tell them who you want.” His thumb pressed against your clit as he started slowly, thrusting his fingers deep into you like he has done with you thousands of times.

The side of his lips curled into a smirk as he heard the desperate whine that spilled past your plump lips. The moment you opened your mouth to speak he forces in yet another finger, using the three to stretch you out to his liking.

“I'm sorry, what was that? speak babydoll. ” Meanwhile while you struggled with your words both Juyeon and Changmin seemed to be anxiously anticipating who’s name would spill from your pretty lips.

“Ch- Changmin.” You force yourself to breathe out between ragged breaths, the way Sunwoo continuously abuses your clit without letting up, making you squirm in your seat.

“Tell him where you want him doll.” Without hesitation he slipped in two more fingers, taking the time to stretch your walls and feel you out before he began to thrust them in and out slowly. The way you whine for him to move them faster only causes him to slow them down, he was well aware doing this would only make it harder for you to respond but he didn’t seem to care. His fingers thrust further into your cunt with every loud cry that left your mouth.

“Mm my mouth, sun please.” A chuckle spilled from Sunwoos lips at how desperate you sounded.

“Look at you whining like a desperate little doll for some nerd you’re tutoring to fuck your pretty little mouth when your boyfriends fingers are deep in your pretty little cunt.” His eyes shot to Chagmin whose eyes were glued to his fingers that were buried deep inside of you.

“Well you heard her right? You gonna give her what she wants?”

“Mm S-Sun, what about Juyeon.” Your sudden inclusion of Juyeon made his eyebrow quirk up in pure amusement.

“You want them both sweetheart? You want me to watch while they both have their way with you right doll?” He leaves a loving kiss on your neck before pulling his fingers out of you and patting your thigh.

“sit pretty up on the table for them then and let them know what you want.” Sunwoo sat back in his seat watching as you shyly took a seat up on the table.

“Don’t act all shy now baby you weren't acting shy a couple minutes ago when you were begging me to let them have their way with you.”

“I want Ju to eat me out while I take care of Minni.” He chuckles as you look away from him, a slight blush on your cheeks at having to admit it to him.

“Well then was that so hard princess? Go ahead and help them out then.”

Sunwoo watched as you moved between the two, helping them both get out of their pants while they took off your remaining clothes. Now here you were completely naked and exposed, trapped between two men that were working together to completely destroy you. Juyeons lips wrapped around your sensitive clit while Changmins Cock completely filled your mouth, swallowing up every one of your moans.

You had seemed so shy before but now that they had loosened you up you seemed to take it all so well. It seemed like a dream to you Changmins brown eyes gazing down at you through his glasses as he tugged at your hair and fucked your pretty mouth. All while Juyeon sat behind you forcing you to sit on his face and take the abuse of his tongue. For Changmin seeing you between his legs now is quite a treat, especially the way your tongue swirls around his tip and scoops up his arousal. He couldn’t believe it was real, a girl he had fantasized about multiple times struggling to take the abuse of him down her throat.

“She takes it so well doesnt she? .” Sunwoos' gaze burned into you as he watched the scene before him. You weren’t sure why he was letting this happen but at the time you were too caught up in Juyeon and Changmin to care

Changmin breathlessly mumbles out soft curses when you start to bob your head, brushing fingers through your hair and pulling the strands away from your mouth. you moan at that, squeezing his length and forcing him down your throat. You looked a complete mess, your vision clouded with tears and fucked up mascara while saliva coated your chin and plump lips. One look at you and Changmin groans upon seeing your now ruined makeup all because of the way he was abusing your throat. you’re eagerly motivated now, taking him with more consideration but your mouth’s still as hot as ever. He lets out a small moan, letting you go at your own pace no matter how much he wanted fuck your face. you run a long stripe up the bottom of his length, thumb playing with his tip while his eyes stay fixated on you taking him down your throat so well.

“You're doing so well, babydoll.” Sunwoo chuckles upon seeing the way the tears continuously formed within your eyes.

To Changmin your mouth felt like heaven. Using your hands to pump the areas you’re not able to reach, the way you hollow out your cheeks around him immediately shuts him up. You pull him out of your mouth with a plop, a string of saliva connecting him to your lips as you move in to suck just the tip. Lewd moans spew from your lips upon feeling Juyeons tongue work against your clit. You look down at him which was proven to be a mistake because it immediately made your brain go fuzzy.

Juyeon showed no mercy, not letting up for a second even as your legs trembled, slurping up the juices that drip from your clit loudly. The moment you try to jerk away from him his grip on your thighs tighten and he pushes his tongue further between your folds.

“Don’t move, Babydoll,” He groans wrapping a forearm around your thighs and just eats. He

flicks his tongue over your clit while using his fingers to stretch you out groaning at the way your cunt pulsing and gripping his digits. you’re snapped out of your daze when Changmin forces you to look back at him and shoves his cock back into your throat. Mere seconds later Juyeon gives a few slaps onto your clit as a warning to not take your eyes away from Changmin.

you give him an apologetic look before slurping your saliva off his cock. He hums while you continue the bobbing of your head and the moans that you let out around him send vibrations up his body. Changmin twitches in your mouth and his thigh tenses. All while you could feel something burning within your core begging for your release.

“Better hold it princess, if you cum before Changmin i’ll make sure you can’t do it again when i fuck you.” Sunwoo chimes in from the side making you whine.

Despite hearing that Juyeon wasn’t letting up, licking one last stripe before gathering his saliva into a ball and he spits onto your clit, sight so lewd that if you could see it you'd have cum immediately. he admires how the way it runs down your cunt and mixes with your arousal that he couldn’t help but wish for it to be his cum instead. Your eyes roll back the moment he rubs in his spit, a thumb on your bud while he continues to move his fingers and your thighs are already trembling from how he seems to know all your sweet spots in such a short period of time.

“Yn—” Changmin moans, gets breathy and choked the closer he is to his high, hips bucking up into your mouth. the drool that drips from the corners of your mouth and the sounds of your mouth being so full of his cock sends him into a frenzy.

“Remember we don’t waste babydoll.” At Sunwoos words you whine, the slurping and gawking noises getting faster before you’re taking his cock with a gasp, pumping him while your dilated eyes look up to him and him only. He pulls on your hair before you both cum together, your cum spilling out onto Juyeons lips and face all while Changmin spills all down your throat. An overload hits your tongue and the back of your throat and you nearly spit it back up but force yourself to keep it down.

Unfortunately for you, it was not over, Sunwoo immediately lifted you up from the table, taking you into his lap and spreading your thighs apart.

“Now you’re gonna take care of Juyeon while I show them i’m the only one that can fuck you like the pretty doll you are.” While your lips wrapped around Juyeons Cock Your eyes rolled back immediately as Sunwoo pushed himself inside of you until he fully bottomed out. Your tightness earned a low growl from him as he pushed so deep you could have sworn you felt him hit the top of your stomach. He watched the blissed out look on your face with every little thrust inside you.

“Look at you taking me so well, I bet you loved every bit of Juyeon and Changmin working together to destroy you babydoll.” A chuckle spilled past his lips and he immediately spread your legs wider and pulled your thighs up against your chest. Your moans were evident enough that whatever pain you felt if any had gone away. He waisted no time fucking into you, rough and feverish thrusts from the very beginning. Thrusts that caused your eyes to roll to the back of your head so hard you saw stars.

Your nails dug so deep into his thighs that you nearly drew blood. your moans sent vibrations over Juyeons cock, making him throw his head back and pull at your hair, lines of saliva dripping down your chin as each of your moans were swallowed up by him thrusting into your throat.

“Youre such a pretty little doll baby, look at you being so good for the three of us.” Sunwoo immediately leans down to place kisses on your neck, your nipple between his fingers while his other hand fondles your breasts. The pleasure had been overwhelming your bodies in ways you hadn’t thought to be possible. From the feeling of his fingers against your breasts to every time he thrusted in to you feeling like the more he fucked the deeper into your stomach his cock seemed to push.

“From now on you will make it known that you’re mine. Mine to kiss, to touch to fuck. You’re gonna tell every single guy that approaches you that you belong to someone. understand babydoll?” Your thoughts had been so cloudy that you could barely even make out anything he had been talking to you about.

“Such a pretty little whore gonna cum all over my cock after getting used like a slut other men.” He immediately rested one hand on your waist while resting the other on your stomach and pushing down. He wanted to feel just how far his cock could go inside your little frame. This action was all it took to push you over the edge, the moment he pushed down upon your stomach your legs shook and it was a glorious sight for all of them to see, to see you squirt upon the impact of his hand. As you were finally able to pry your eyes open you felt butterflies in the pit of your stomach. The sight of Changmins hands wrapped around his Cock and sweat dripping down his forehead as he watched both Juyeon and your boyfriend work tinder to ruin you.

Your legs shook violently as Sunwoos thrusts grew in speed and the low growls that spilled from his mouth made it all more easy for you to unravel right then and there, your cum spilling out onto his cock followed by Juyeons release down your throat mere seconds later. Sunwoo wasnt too far behind as the fucked out look on your face and the way you clenched around him was all he needed for him to spill into you, him and Changmin both finishing at the same time.

“You two, from now on stop flirting with my fucking girlfriend.” Slipping his head into the crook of your neck he sucks harshly, leaving evidence that you were now tainted by him, a true indication that you belonged to him and no one else

[jinkoh]

if I could hold my breath around you

hyunjae x gn!reader

tags: fwb (enemies with benefits) to lovers, college au, some angst some fluff, suggestive, heavily implied sexy times, making out/kissing, warnings: mentions of alcohol consumption

wc: 1.8k

a/n: been listening to just exist by eliza&the delusionals and boy did it make me delusional

Masterlist

There weren’t many things Hyunjae and you could agree on. In fact there were only a few people you could relate to as little as him. You differed in everything from the music you liked and the hobbies you pursued to the way you thought your shared group project should be handled. To your own and your friends' dismay you kept clashing at almost every meeting, unable to find any shared ground. But in all this dissonance you could at least agree on one shared truth: You absolutely hated each other.

“Fuck, I love you,” Hyunjae breathed into the skin of your neck, his fingers digging into your hips that’d been grinding into his clothed crotch just a millisecond ago. But now you were frozen in place, staring at him in shock while his lips left sloppy kisses beneath your jaw.

“What?” you asked.

He looked up at you with a dazed expression, momentarily stopping his ministrations. "Hm?"

“Jae, you just said you love me.”

Hyunjae’s eyes widened before he let out an awkward chuckle. “Did I? Well, never trust what people say during sex, right?”

“So, you don’t? Love me?”

He didn’t respond immediately, his eyes clearly searching yours for some kind of clue that told him the right answer, as if there was any. “I—listen,” he finally pressed out, “this whole arrangement has been really confusing for me, okay?”

“Oh god,” you let out a breathy laugh, more disbelief than amusement, “you’re in love with me. Lee Jaehyun is in love with me.”

“Don’t call me like that,” he murmured, no longer meeting your gaze. And then, after a small pause, “So, I take it the feeling’s not mutual?”

“God, no! Hyunjae, I hate you!”

He winced at the harsh words, and you suddenly felt sorry for him. You moved from where you’d been straddling his hips, adjusting your clothes and letting yourself fall onto the mattress next to him instead. “Fine, maybe hate is a little strong but—that's how it's supposed to be, isn’t it? I never thought you'd—I don't know. We're supposed to hate each other!"

“It doesn’t have to be that way, though.” There was a pout on his face and it shouldn’t look so cute to you but it did. “I mean we get along in bed just fine, don’t we? Why can’t we try that outside the bedroom too?”

“But we—what would the others think?”

For a moment he just stared at you and it was clear that he was feeling hurt. He pressed his lips together tightly before pushing himself off your bed and slipping back into his t-shirt that’d landed on the floor at some point. “Really?” He shook his head with a huff, “That’s what matters to you right now?”

“Jae—”

“No, it’s fine, you made yourself clear. I’ll find the way out.”

You barely remembered how this stupid arrangement between the two of you had started. Maybe because the both of you had been drunk the first time it had happened, the constant quarreling suddenly turning into a different kind of tension that had you stumbling into some guest room at a party, spitting out insults in between heated kisses. From there it had somewhat taken on a life of its own, and you’d ended up in bed together more often than you were willing to admit. You’d kept telling yourself just one more time, this will really be the last, but the sex was just too good to call it quits. Hyunjae had you figured out so quickly, knowing exactly which buttons to press. And there was also something so satisfying about seeing the guy you hated feel good beneath your touch, moaning out your name…

Still, through all of this you’d been convinced that you didn’t care, not about the arrangement and even less about him. But now that it was suddenly over, you found yourself oddly unhappy. It wasn’t just the sex that was gone, it was like your whole relationship had changed overnight. Hyunjae avoided you when he could, and he didn’t bother arguing with you during the group project meetings anymore. You’d never thought you’d ever miss it, but you did. The way he was just shrugging now, even when you directly asked his opinion was infuriating. It was as if he didn’t care enough anymore to argue back and that was a more painful experience than expected.

“What has you so distracted recently?” Chanhee looked at you, clearly a little upset that you hadn’t been listening to whatever story he’d been telling to you and Eric. You'd met up with them in between classes to pass the time before the next lecture.

“Nothing much. Sorry, what were you saying?”

“Forget about it,” he huffed but you knew he wouldn’t hold a grudge about something like this.

“Oh,” Eric suddenly exclaimed, “Isn’t that Hyunjae? Feels like I’ve barely seen him these days!”

Before you could say anything, he waved him over and to your surprise Hyunjae actually walked over, even if he looked a little reluctant about it, even more so after this gaze briefly met yours.

“Hey,” he greeted sheepishly, hands shoved into his pockets and shoulders pulled up.

“What’s up with you these days, man? You’re barely ever around.”

“Nothing much,” he vaguely replied. “Just been busy.”

You felt Chanhee’s gaze on you, but you made a point of not returning it, worried that he had somehow, magically figured something out. Instead you tried to make eye contact with Hyunjae, hoping to somehow communicate to him that you wanted to talk, but he never looked your way at all.

“That sucks. But still, you should show your face more,” Eric pouted. "We're about to go eat, are you coming?"

“I’m actually on the go right now, just wanted to say hello real quick.”

“For real?!”

“Sorry, sorry,” he laughed awkwardly. He still didn’t look at you. “I’ll join you next time?”

“You better keep your word!”

“Of course,” Hyunjae smiled and it looked so forced it drove you mad. “Bye then.”

“Jae, I—” you pressed out, taking a timid step forward, reaching for him, but your voice was too quiet and he was already five steps ahead. You lowered your hand in defeat, mouth firmly shut. What were you trying to do anyway?

“Jae?” Chanhee asked with raised eyebrows. “Since when have you been calling him Jae?”

“Huh? Oh, no, I was going to—” But you couldn’t come up with a sensible excuse. Your brain had more pressing things to think about. “No, forget it.”

You’d always felt like Hyunjae was everywhere, constantly annoying you wherever you went, but now it was suddenly so hard to find the tiniest chance to speak with him. Another one had just slipped right through your fingers. Did that mean this was it? That you’d never speak again? That you’d never kiss again?

You couldn’t let that happen.

“Y/n, you are coming to the cafeteria with us though, right?” Eric asked but you barely registered it.

“Excuse me for a bit,” you mumbled, already rushing after Hyunjae.

“Why is everyone behaving so weird nowadays?” you could still hear Eric’s voice.

“It’s not everyone,” Chanhee argued, “It’s just those two.”

“Jae, wait!” You were out of breath when you finally caught up to him. He stopped, but your hand instinctively grabbed the sleeve of his sweater anyway, scared that he’ll just walk away again without hearing you out.

"What?! What do you—" His voice was harsh, but the moment he met your desperate gaze he softened up, "what do you still want with me, y/n?"

"You're avoiding me."

"Well, yes?"

"Why?"

He almost laughed. "What do you mean why? You didn't want me, y/n, and that's fine, it's fine, but expecting me to act like nothing happened is a little mean, even for you, isn’t it?"

You wanted to say something, explain to him why he still shouldn't ignore you. But you couldn't. He was right. You'd clearly rejected him, so why were you running after him now? You should leave him be, give him some space.

And yet, the fingers holding onto his sleeve tightened their grip.

"Give me a break, y/n," he sounded tired. "Just go and live your life and do your own thing. Without me."

"I can't," it almost immediately broke out of you. "Trust me, if I could just exist without you, it would make it easier, for the both of us. But I can't, I—," your voice broke and you hadn't even noticed that tears had welled up in your eyes, but they were already spilling out, running down your cheeks. "I tried, but I can't. You're constantly in my head and I keep wondering if maybe I am on your mind too or if you're already over me and—I miss how we used to banter and I miss your dumb remarks and I miss kissing you and I just miss you, Jae. I miss you so."

For a moment he stayed silent. You didn't dare to meet his gaze, so you kept your head down, watching your tears dropping to the ground one by one. You realized somewhere in the back of your mind how embarrassing this was for the both of you considering you were still on campus. But you couldn't bring yourself to really care.

"I miss you," you pressed out again, unable to endure the silence.

"I'm not," he replied and his voice sounded hoarse too, but you barely registered that over the meaning of his words. He didn’t. He didn't miss you. Your fingers finally let go of his sleeve, but before you could pull away your hand he caught it in his own.

"I'm not over you, I'm so clearly not over you. Do you think I'd be avoiding you if I was? I just—you didn’t want me."

You almost violently shook your head. "I was wrong. I was all wrong. I want you, badly, so please don't avoid me anymore."

"Really?"

"Really."

"Badly?"

"So badly," you nodded, desperate to make him believe you.

"How do I know it's true? You have a record of being wrong, after all," he said and you were ready to assure him over and over again, but when you looked up he had a mischievous grin on his lips.

"You're mocking me," you complained with a pout.

"Didn't you say you missed our banter?"

Not like this! you wanted to argue, but then he cupped your jaw and leaned in close and it made the words die on your tongue.

"I also missed it," he whispered and you felt the words fan over your skin, "and I missed kissing you, too."

And then he did just that, kissing you all soft and sweet the way boyfriends do.

"Fuck," you breathed into his lips, "I love you."

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[4ranghaes]

i just read your eric fic 🤭 and he’s my wrecker in tbz i was living for it…could you do hyunjae he’s my ult hehe maybe something similar to eric’s but make him get jealous and pining for attention ;) if that makes any sense lol 🫶🏼

hehehe yes of course!!!!! i love this

lee hyunjae x reader [smut, fem!reader]

warnings: jealous!hyunjae, switch!hyunjae, switch!reader,

14:54 - “hyunjae,” you whined, shaking your arm to get his gripping hand off of you. “please. i’m talking to sangyeon.”

hyunjae rolled his eyes, huffing as he sulked next to you instead.

sangyeon laughed, shaking his head and tutting, “baby needs to learn to wait his turn.”

you laughed, agreeing before continuing on with your conversation. it wasn’t even an interesting topic, hyunjae had no idea why this was so much more important than him. you’d come round to hang out with him in the first place!

some of the other members came back from lunch, all piling into the living room as you greeted them cheerily. hyunjae rolled his eyes dramatically, deciding he’d finally had enough as he watched q’s hands roam over your back as he greeted you with a hug, storming off to his bedroom.

as you pulled away from changmin, you rolled your eyes. “i’m so sorry, he’s been such a fucking baby the whole time i’ve been here.”

“someone’s jealous,” kevin teased.

“about what?! i always hang out with you guys!” you exclaimed, the members all laughed, shrugging as they also had no clue. you sighed, “i’ll go check on him, anyway.”

“hmm, don’t be too loud!” juyeon exclaimed as you laughed, opening the door to hyunjae’s bedroom.

“lee juyeon, i heard that!” your boyfriend suddenly yelled, “don’t fucking talk about my girlfriend like that!”

“jaehyun!” you shouted, shoving him back into his bedroom and slamming the door behind you, “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”

hyunjae was still steaming, pacing back and forth trying to calm himself down.

“i don’t know,” he whined, “i’m so jealous all the time and i don’t know why.”

you sighed, sitting him down on the bed, “i talk to the members all the time. i’m not wearing anything specifically revealing. if its not any of that, then have i done something?”

hyunjae threw his head back, his body slamming against the bed, his t-shirt lifting up slightly to reveal his v-line.

“what is it, baby?” you cooed, kissing the revealed part of his stomach, kneeling in between his legs. hyunjae shivered. you started pulling his sweatpants down his legs, leaving him in his tight boxers, starting to get even tighter as you kissed his thighs. “please tell me. i think you know.”

hyunjae groaned, shoving your head into his crotch. you grabbed his wrist, taking it off of you and forcing yourself back up, looking at his face. he whined, kicking his legs like a child.

“jaehyun, i’m not giving you anything until you tell me what’s happened,” you spoke, still holding onto his wrist.

“we got drunk the other night and told each other about our sexual experiences and i got too drunk and told them loads of stuff about you and i shouldn’t have done it and they keep bringing it up and i hate that they know!” he sighed, blinking up at you, “are you mad?”

“why would i be mad?” you smirked, “you’re jealous because they now know that i’m good in bed?”

hyunjae groaned, “don’t put it like that!”

you ran your hands up his t-shirt, grazing softly over his abs and chest before pulling it over his head. you started playing with his nipples, licking and sucking on one as you flicked at the other. “what did you tell them, baby?”

“i told them tha–that you’re loud,” he stuttered as you started grinding down onto his hard length.

“hmm, is that what juyeon was talking about?” you teased as he nodded furiously.

“yes!” he exclaimed, “a–and i told them that you’re so responsive and good for me.”

“aw, i’m flattered, hyunnie,” you cooed, “what about these moments? did you tell them that sometimes i have you stuttering under me?”

jaehyun thrashes around as you finally return to being kneeled between his thighs, licking as his bulge. he hisses at that, grabbing your head.

“a bit,” he finally replies, sitting up so he can see you, “but mostly how much you fucking love my cock.”

you bite back a moan as he pulls down his boxers, his hard length brushing against your lips as it slaps up against his stomach. he groaned, having it not feel restricted anymore.

“you can dom me if you want, but just so you know…” you said, leaning up so your lips were brushing against the shell of his ear before you whispered, “i’m gonna be extra loud.”

a shiver ran down hyunjae’s spine, from the whispering to the jealousy, he didn’t know if he could take it. but at the same time, the thought of the boys being able to hear him ravishing you? seemed pretty satisfying to him.

“fine by me, sweetie,” he smiled, “now get those pretty lips of yours around my cock.”

you smirked, moving back down and licking his slit, hyunjae hissing and bucking his hips as you spat on his length, moving your hand up and down to spread his pre-cum and your spit as lubrication before moving your mouth around the head of his cock, taking as much as you could in your mouth.

“good girl,” hyunjae spoke, his voice deep, his eyes fluttering and fighting to stay open, “so good for me.”

hyunjae’s hips could barely stay still, bucking into your mouth as you gagged and moaned around his cock, eyes beginning to stream down your face.

“ah enough,” he said, pulling you off his cock by your hair before picking up your body and throwing you on the bed. you whimpered, looking up at him in shock as he started ripping off your clothing piece by piece. “i’m gonna fuck you, okay babygirl? and i want you to be as loud as possible for me. i want everyone in the building to hear you, not just the members. got that?”

[slytherinshua]

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

genre. angst. a little fluff. warnings. infidelity. and breaking up lol kill me. idk how good this is cause this might actually be my first time writing breaking up angst so sry if its bad. not proofread. pairing. hyunjae x reader. wc. 1.6k. request. requested by @hursheys for #15: "why?" "because i love you." and #53: "why does this sound like goodbye?" "because it is." a/n. uhm fuck you vesper no one likes you i hope u stub ur toe and embarrass urself at the tbz concert like i hope you don't have enough gas to get there and miss it (jk have the best time at the concert u deserve it <33). divider by @/chilumitos. net. @deoboyznet

“I’ve been trying to find a decent roommate for months. I don’t know. Maybe I’m the problem? Maybe no one wants to room with me. I’m just tired of hunting, you know?” You sighed, drumming the pads of your fingers over the warm cup of coffee your boyfriend had treated you to.

“If they don’t want to room with you, then they’re the ones missing out.” Hyunjae said simply, sending you a smile. Your lips lifted and you relaxed your shoulders. You hadn’t felt so relaxed and easy for weeks now. 

After your disaster of roommates last year, you wanted to find good ones for the last year at university. It was proving to be a lot harder than you thought. You weren’t even sure what you were doing wrong. You were fairly tidy, and flexible with rooms and schedules. You didn’t even mind if they wanted to bring over their boyfriends, so long as they limited the visits. As for yourself, you always preferred meeting Hyunjae outside or at his place. It just felt nice to have a break from your place.

“You think so?” You breathed, flashing a grin at your boyfriend before standing up. You grabbed the coffee with one hand and Hyunjae’s hand with the other, starting to walk towards the park. “It still leaves me without a roommate and rent that’s way too high to pay for the whole year. And my classes are too intensive for me to pick up another part time…” 

Hyunjae squeezed your hand sympathetically, glancing up at the sky before he opened his mouth, “You know, Sangyeon’s moving out at the end of the month. He wasn’t sure if things would work out with his new job, but he got the position and found a place closer to his work. I’d have an extra room anyway…” He trailed off, implying the offer with a twinkle in his eyes.

It seemed almost too good to be true; switching from roommate hopping to living with your boyfriend. You were hesitant for a few seconds, running through the logistics of it all. You enjoyed every second you spent with Hyunjae. He always treated you so well, he was truly the most perfect man you had ever met; almost too perfect for your brain to fully comprehend at times. Living with him seemed like an ideal situation.

“Are you sure? Didn’t you say Juyeon was looking for a place to stay while doing his scholarship?” You asked, wanting to eliminate any other factors that would make you feel guilty for going with the offer. You really didn’t mind hunting for a bit longer or even living with a roommate that pissed you off half of the time. You only had half a year left of school, anyway.

Hyunjae just shook his head, “I wanted to offer it to you before anyone else. You need it more than he does, anyway.”

You smiled, “Why are you so good to me, Hyunjae?” 

He laughed, pulling you closer into his arms, “Because I love you. Now, are you going to move in with me or not?”

It had been several months since you moved in with your boyfriend. You graduated university and found a steady, decent-paying job. Your hours were long, and you came back home exhausted most days. Thinking about your future was constantly on your mind. Where your relationship with Hyunjae was going, whether you would be able to save enough for a downpayment on a house, if you could even afford to think about the possibility of kids, etc. It was stressful, to say the least. It felt like you were the only one who was even trying to plan. 

Hyunjae’s routine was the same as when you had first started dating him. He would go to work everyday with his steady 9 to 5, sometimes arriving home later when he went out to drink with his coworkers. Weekends were for relaxation or meeting up with friends. It seemed like everything was perfect, but you couldn’t help but feel like something was slowly going wrong. He felt distant— like now that you were living under the same roof as him, he no longer had to make any effort. You didn’t even go on dates anymore. 

“Hey, babe, can we talk?” You said as you walked into the room, taking a seat on the couch, eyes trained on your boyfriend in the kitchen. 

“I have something to get to in a few minutes, but go ahead.” He hummed, prompting you to go on.

“Is something going on at work?” You asked him, wondering why he had to go somewhere at almost 8pm on a Sunday. 

“No? Why?” 

You sighed, deciding to not question him about it for now, “I don’t want to jump to any conclusions. I want to communicate with you, but I feel like I’ve been the only one making any effort in this relationship. I miss you. We live together, but I barely see your face anymore.”

Hyunjae shook his head, “I don’t know what you want me to tell you. I’ve been trying my best too. It’s selfish of you to say that I’m the only one not putting any effort in.” 

You stood up, “I said it because it’s what it felt like. You never take me on dates, you barely even tell me about your day or ask about mine… hell, it’s been weeks since the last time we even kissed each other. Do you really not feel the difference?” You did your best to stay calm. Yelling at Hyunjae was one of the last things you wanted to do, especially if it was all just a misunderstanding. 

Hyunjae was about to say something in response when his phone rang. You watched him tense up, and your brain was quick to think of possible reasons why. Was he hiding something? Or was he just tense from the accusations and sudden noise? 

You slowly walked to pick up the phone, as he had left it on the coffee table face down, closer to you than to him. It felt like your heart lurched in your chest as your eyes scanned over the caller id. A female’s name; Seunghee. You slid the button over to answer, hesitantly raising the phone to your ear. 

“Babe, you said you would be here 30 minutes ago. What’s taking you so long?”

You made eye contact with Hyunjae, and everything clicked. Why he had been so distant, why he never took you on dates or showed you affection, why he had been staying late after work so often and so hesitant to tell you about his day. He had been lying this whole time, cheating on you with another woman. 

You pressed the contact on the phone, the call still running although you didn’t say anything. Just as you expected, the chat was full of flirtatious texts. They mirrored the kinds of messages that he used to send you when you first started dating. You started to wonder if he had already been dating someone when he asked you out over a year ago. You hung up the phone, deciding you didn’t want to get involved in whoever Hyunjae had chose to cheat on you with.

“Are you going to explain yourself? Or are you running 30 minutes late to your date?” You asked piercingly. If looks could kill, you would’ve shot right through Hyunjae’s head by now.

“No, wait— Y/n, baby—”

“Don’t call me that.” You felt suffocated, and started to walk towards the door, hoping to get some fresh air and clear you head. Hyunjae caught your wrist before you could leave.

“Don’t listen to her. I would never cheat on you.” He insisted. You tried to shake off his hand, but his grip was too strong.

“Lying now too, are we? Let go of me.” 

“Y/n, just let me explain.” He pleaded.

“There’s nothing to ‘explain’, Hyunjae. I saw everything already. Let go of me.” You said harshly. 

“So you’re just going to leave me? After everything?” His voice was grating. 

“After what? The months you’ve been actively cheating on me? You threw this relationship away before I did. Now let me leave—” 

Hyunjae finally dropped your hand, the weight of your words finally hitting him. He had rarely been scared of things in his life. People often described him as fearless and brazen. Things had always turned out alright for him no matter what he did. Mistakes rarely came with consequences, but right now he felt like he had just made the biggest mistake of his life, and the consequence was losing you.

“Why does this sound like goodbye?” He asked quietly, for once a hint of fear seeped into his tone. You were stunned. The entire time you had known Hyunjae, he hadn’t feared anything.

“Because it is.” You left without another word, not wanting to hear whatever convincing Hyunjae would try in order to get you to stay.

It didn't take long for Hyunjae to regret his actions, as the next week you received a series of desperate texts. You blocked his number the same day, and, after retrieving your things from the apartment on a day you knew Hyunjae wouldn’t be home, found a new place to stay. You realized over the next weeks that Hyunjae had simply been too good to be true. His façade fooled you for months, but it was impossible for his imperfect self to give a flawless performance. In the end, he was merely a faulty copy of perfection.

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[dreamyzhou]

Iodine, Livermorium, and Uranium

Pairing: College softie!Hyunjae x Eric's sister!reader

Genre: Contemporary college rom-com

Words: 4,8k

Warnings: Eric is your younger brother and he calls you Noona time to time, swear words, rats, Gen Z jokes, Kendrick and Drake drama, food (ice cream, barbecue, and rice), mentions of alcohol, you and Hyunjae are of same age, a lil suggestive in the end (??!!!), kissing [idek if some of these should be a warning, but i care if you get hurt by a fanfic i write, so imma just put it]

Inspired by: Hasan Minhaj (overall him as a comedian, artist, and a person), because he taught me how to be funnier than I was before all this.

Premise: When your brother, Eric, said he will sit in Chair 16 in Chemistry, he knew you were about to come early to pull it before he gets to sit. And when you did, you realized it was a set up.

Dedicated to Izzy @from-izzy who I kept reminding myself of when I wanted to give up on this fic.

1st fic of 31st Alternate Universe by Ellie unlocked by Hyunjae.

[7:59 A.M]

Three knocks. All it took was three knocks on your wooden bedroom door to be prepared and put up a sleeping act.

"Y/N, first day of college! Wake up!" A kick on your door and a hyperactive male voice with volume boosted with megaphone almost shattered your eardrums.

Tense muscles rose your spine. Then, you looked at the kid in front of you with his "I love LA" shirt. In all honesty, you weren't prepared for that one.

"That was creative, I'll give you that..." You took a portion of your blanket to wrap yourself a fluffy cocoon of cotton.

"Creative? Dude, that was genius. World record on actually making half of your body get up at the least! You know you need a permit to use these?"

You looked at him with the most judgemental eyes you ever gave to anyone.

"You got a permit... just to wake me up?"

"...No, my firefighter friend did. I just borrowed it from him!"

"What if he got into trouble for your misuse?!"

"Relax! The fact that he gave it to me is already a misconduct... Now, it's third week of October..."

"So?" You groaned as you went back to your dream shell. The sight of your laziness rolled Eric's eyes, he turned the megaphone's volume to the maximum.

"So! Get yo ass out of bed, She-Who-My-Grandma-Compares-Me-With! First person to get the bathroom, gets all the hot water!"

All the melatonin in your brain disappeared in a snap of Thanos' finger. Every muscle strand in you responded within 0.01 second as you ran to the bathroom. Eric pulled your elbow to the back, causing you to lose balance for awhile. You took a sandal lying around somewhere, then threw it to his head. Unfortunately for you, as the sandal was in the air, the blond-haired Jerry to your Tom closed the bathroom behind him.

"Ugh!"

"I win!"

"Bleh, bleh, bleh... Whatever!"

You turned around, walking to your bedroom. Trying to construct new activities you should be doing for your first day in third year of university, but... let's just say it takes energy to think. Your usual routine was one hour of waking up, half an hour of breakfast, and breakfast while running. It was a decent routine, but you needed to keep them in order. You recalled yesterday when you brought a hot waffle to the bathroom, you let it cool down as you showered, and by the time you're finished you ate it. It invited a married rat couple who had many babies.

Yesterday? Hold on—

There was a screech coming from the door that got hit by the sandal.

"Uh... Noona? You can have the shower first... I'm in the mood to be nice today!"

"No, a deal's a deal..." Letting out an intentional maniac laugh, you were glad you can just use the guest bathroom (which was never the option because for some peculiar reason, the water was never hot.

"Fuck you!"

[8:43 A.M]

You accompanied your brother to the room they needed him and the rest of the first-year students. There was a third-year student volunteering to help out the first-years with their orientations and such, and you told Eric he could always go to them. The clock indicated it was almost the time you both needed to go your own ways. He looked back at you, as if shy to say something then he entered the room that hadn't close its doors.

You knew this habit of your brother's that somehow helped managing his anxiety a bit. Looking at an older sister figure seemed to ease him as if everything will be alright as long as you were there. You never really got an explicit expression of how good you are of a sister, but it was never about you when it comes to Eric. It was just about the fact that you helped him no matter if it was just by being there for him.

"Hey, Eric?" He already took two steps in the room, but your call turned him around.

"Yeah?"

"You're still ten centimeters shorter in my eyes..." Eric laughed at the insult that he disliked the most, but only if other people said it.

"And you are still screaming Justin Bieber's Baby lyrics with your brush in my eyes."

He approached you and you two did the sibling handshake that you both never made a mistake in for years.

"Don't forget to drive a sister home at 2:30, okay?"

"Won't!"

[3:16 P.M]

Unlocking the flat you shared with your little brother with the cold keys, you sighed as you entered the place. Eric promised to take you home, but you just got off the taxi and paid what could be the price of a fast food meal. You sensed danger when you heard, what you made up as, two males talking... and laughing. You hoped it was Eric, but their voices weren't the high-pitched and hyperactive kind. They were talking about... Drake?

"Oh hi, Noo—" POW!

Whether it was your reflexes that didn't even let him finish the word that could have make you (and his forehead) feel at ease or the fact that Eric was just unwise to be behind you while you were in your flight-or-fight mode... nobody knows.

"What'd you do that for?!" He screeched as he held his forehead.

He went to the mirror near the door, one that he installed for "fashion" purposes.

"Look at this! I got a sole with a Nike logo printed on my head!"

You didn't really care about how much it hurt as he was speaking about it. You went to the living room at started your own lecture on how ditching on one's sister is not nice. You didn't even introduce yourself to the two guys who were looking at you, not knowing what to do.

"Like dude, where were you?! I texted you and called you, but apparently you were inviting two strangers to talk about that Hotline Bling dude! Also who invites a stranger home— did you forget that you were almost kidnapped because you didn't listen to Mom's stranger danger lecture—"

"Y/N, there is a pint of Cookies and Cream ice cream next to the ice cubes in the freeze—" You smiled instantly and ran excitedly to the freezer.

The two 'strangers' were left agape that it took you food to earn your silence.

"Hotline Bling dude is crazy..." One of the two guys with a chiseled face and thin lips, laughed as you approach them.

"Moon Kevin, right? Second-year student? Photography?" He nodded with a chill attitude.

"Yes, ma'am!"

The other boy with a face with racoon features took the remote and continued the fanmade lyric video from Youtube that they left paused as everybody sat with their snacks in hand.

As they exclaimed "Owww!" at the rap punchlines, you noticed how quick the three clicked. How they sounded like longtime best friends reunited. You shook your head at their silliness as you watched the video in silence. At least you were in peace knowing that Eric would be in fate's good hands.

[5:37 P.M. | Week 3]

Okay... maybe you spoke too soon. You were not in peace. Especially, since everyday they would come over to the flat. Something about the way Eric socializes decreased your social battery when you didn't even know who these kids were. Last week, Eric invited three more strangers to crash 'his' place, they were all your juniors! Not to mention, famous juniors! Not only that, they watched NBA games and F1 races at night, occupying your house like a public facility whenever they can.

You were in the couch, invited to watch along, but you kept your lips shut, since these boys were rowdy and you weren't into basketball. Right now, they were challenging themselves to watch the game with water in their mouth and whoever spit it out first had to pay all their part of the dinner your bank account.

Your phone indicated a message coming in with a vibrate.

Biological 'Buy 1 Get 1' : Y/N. Hyunjae said he wanted to come here, is that okay?

You turned your head to Eric, bewildered.

"You invited five people who I still struggle to name without warning and my knowledge, but... sure I guess!"

You went back to your meal and you swore you saw three Singapore fountains living.

"Oww! You see that, Reggie?"

"I see that!"

"You see that—"

"I see—"

"Beast dunk by the man, Lebron James! Y'all, Miami game night is getting really hot tonight! Take a look at that jump in your ESPN replay—"

"HOLY SHIT, I ALMOST DROWNED!"

"YOU SPAT FIRST!

You just knew the next thing they would do is to fight for no reason, and blame it all on Chanhee (He didn't even participate to the challenge, but Sunwoo would gaslight the guy to pay if Chanhee 'really loves' his friends. That kid really had to thank God, Chanhee really loves them and is an aristocrat's son).

As you reach for more popcorn, the electronic doorbell rang. Eric parkoured from where he sat to the door (a habit you learned he had whenever he's excited).

As he came back, he brought two bags with McDonald's logo.

"Delivery man?" Your brother laughed at squirell guy's question (you hoped his name was Changmin).

"Nope. The snack himself." There was another man behind him.

A soft-gazed guy with a tall fitted figure, broad shoulders and carefully-crafted cheekbones. Oh yeah, this snack needs a warning...

"Hyunjae in the house!"

You really tried your best not to stare too much that night.

[8:14 A.M | Week 4]

"I knew it!" You shut your locker door and saw your brother looking at you with excitement.

"What do you want?" He ignored your rolling eyes.

You walked to the end of the hallway, thinking that Eric was following you. Your feet halt as it detected loneliness by the lack of Eric shadowing behind. Turning around, eyebrows united... you dropped your neck a little, expressing the face of a person left hanging by an Eric, who was looking at you with a smirk and a knowing look.

"So?! What do you know?!"

He took a few steps to you, then he said.

"You know I'm good in chemistry, right?"

"You have 23 exes and you cried when each time you broke up. What do you mean?"

"NOT THAT KIND OF CHEMISTRY—"

"Ohhhh... right... Ms. Choi gave you an AP class for Chemistry back in high school when you blew up a project... Wouldn't that make you eligible to skip 2 years in Chemistry for your Bachelor's?" Eric clapped his hand together.

"Ditto! Now... The dean had let me skip two years as long as I've done two weeks of pre-requisites, so here I am, stuck with your second class of the day, I'll be in Chair 16!" He turned around and ran to the indoor field as he saw Younghoon, a fellow third-year who happened to be your math tutoring student.

"You left me hanging, again?!" You knew that pain in the ass could hear you from afar, but he pretended not to hear by closing his ears as he ran and disappeared.

"Fucking dickhead..."

You opened your phone which had your college schedule as its lock screen wallpaper. Second period will be with Professor Do in Chemistry.

[10:41 A.M]

Ever since the first week of the semester, the lab's door had a paper taped onto it, saying "Warning: harmful acid clean-up! No entry!" and a letter from the chancellor that, while the lab needed to go through some clean-up due to a very harsh acid spill accident, all students who wish to seek Chemistry credits need to go to the Classroom XI, a spare room unused, to attend lecture.

You were in the room approaching the front rows. It was a strategy to record professors lectures better and also to keep yourself visible when your professors take attendance. The memory of raising your hand and saying 'here' and still marked as absent when you chose to sat on Chair 52, two rows behind the student cluster, traumatized you as it almost made you fail the whole course. Thank god you could prove that you listened to the lecture, since most of the lecture weren't on your textbooks.

You saw that Chair 18 was occupied. Chair 16 and 17 were empty.

Letting your Converse shoes took pace, you let your blue backpack hug the shoulders of Chair 17. You then sat in the chair, imaginatively creating prank scenarios to perform human-made karmas on Eric for making you wait to long for what he wanted to say at locker hallways.

Oh, this going to be perfect...

You felt it from your peripheral senses that Eric was approaching the chair on your left. Putting an act of clueless human being, your hand reached to your phone on your left pocket slowly. As the kid beside you dragged the chair behind, he was about to give up his responsibility to bear his own weight to his chair... until the same hand you used to try reaching your phone went to the back of his chair quickly and pulled it.

"Ow!!" You were covering your face not to burst into explosion of loud giggles. Turning your head to the left, looking at the boy on the floor and you—

Oh shit— Eric what did you do?

You remembered Eric's jersey number for his basketball match back in high school, so you look at Chair 22 at the row behind your right. There he was smirking at you and waving. You gave him your panicked face; in response you received a shrug and 'not my problem' (judging from your poor lip-reading skills). You showed off your canine teeth and a middle finger.

"Let me guess..." Hyunjae stood up and fixed his chair, resting his pained butt on it.

"I'm—" Your face were burning hot like a stove, probably red like a tomato by now.

"A friend set you up, because you want to get into my pants. So, you pulled my chair..." It was like the world had a hand on your mouth for a second. You chuckled nervously.

"First of all, not exactly. My bitch brother, Eric, said he'll sit here."

"Eric is your brother?" You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Yeah, why?"

"I thought you were his girlfriend back in his house..." You faked a vomiting gesture. He laughed a little at you with a small smile.

"Back to the topic. Second... Is the 'pulling your chair' trick famous or something? You didn't seem surprised." He looked at you, mouth agape in bewilderment.

"You're not up to date with the famous students here, are you?" You probably looked silly right now, but your eyebrows were probably like a great horned owl.

"Should I be?" He raised his eyebrows, then shook his head while smiling.

"No, no! It's fine! It's famous, because I do that prank to all of my friends. Let's just say, it became a strategy for girls to get closer to me when I started being friends with kids like Juyeon, Changmin, and... your brother."

"The hell you mean my brother's famous?" Hyunjae raised his chin at Eric's direction.

"Judge for yourself."

As you look back at Chair 22, the two chairs on its left and right were seated by girls who were twirling their hair and touching his bicep. On the other hand, he kept looking at his phone screen while ignoring them.

"Morning, students! I will introduce the molecular spectroscopy this week..." As Professor Do went on talking, his words fade away the moment you heard the big, dictionary-rich words.

"The only thing I like about molecules are the periodic table thing..." The guy next to you murmured.

"I don't even remember half of it..." You turned to him.

"You don't? So if I say you're Beryllium-Uranium-Titanium-Ful, you wouldn't have a clue?" You shook your head.

He smiled a little bit, yet you couldn't read what the intention was for.

[11:32 A.M]

You and Hyunjae tidied your belongings to your own backpacks, as everyone else did. All the urge to scream and knock some sense into your brother was still concealed in your chest. Now that you thought of it, a question tickled the back of your scalp.

"I'm confused though..." He looked at you with pursed lips.

"Yeah?"

"Why weren't you curious about the set up?" He tilted his head.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not curious why my brother set me up with you?" Hyunjae let few chuckles escaped his lips.

"Judging by your answers... I believe, it was more likely he was trying to set me up with you." He started to walk to the door slowly, until his feet froze in the middle of it as he faced you again.

"And you know what? I'm pretty glad, honestly. See you tonight, Y/N." He walked away with another smile.

Your eyes were almost out of its sockets. Every nerve on your body was confused; whether they should be relaxed because the man was away, or they should still be tense by the fact that what he said just now didn't make sense? Honestly, you didn't know anymore.

You kept your eyes at Hyunjae as he kept going to the door, you saw that Eric was leaning on the door waiting for him. They both let their hand greet each other in their masculine manner. Then, Eric winked at you.

[7:18 P.M | Week 7]

There had been no lectures or assignments ever since Week 5 until Week 9. This was because it was yuletide. Eric kept gaining new friends and inviting more to your house. He had to keep a promise that he can only bring ten people to your house, as long he was responsible for having them as guests.

However, you gained a liking to his friends. They really were how you hoped Eric's friends to be; as funny as him, wouldn't make him feel alone like how he wouldn't to other people, and influenced him to try so many other things. So, the promise he made was still kept, but you don't mind if he couldn't keep it once or twice. Like sweeping up the floor at midnight after they went home? You don't mind doing it with him.

...Okay, maybe there was one more. Lee Hyunjae. That man kept inviting you to watch matches along, it was ridiculous! By now, you know which NBA stars belong in which team. He taught you how to play PlayStation games. Sometimes, all of you were there but only the two of were enjoying Resident Evil on the screen.

The second time you interacted with Hyunjae after you pulled his chair was after school when he went to your house together with you. You offered him a ride together with Eric, saving his 4,500 Won to go to your flat every day. From Week 4 to Week 5, the three of you had been doing carpool karaoke at noon.

From then on, little conversations and details mattered to Hyunjae. Once you mentioned that you love homemade popcorn and french fries. After that day, he came with a homemade popcorn and another day with french fries. Every detail about you that he caught were used as a weapon to unintentionally steal your heart.

He was... too nice for someone who was just Eric's friend in your life. Maybe that was why you decided to be involved when you were invited to watch a game together.

Now, it was 25th of December. None of the other ten boys went home to their hometown or families. It was a sad week for them all. They were homesick and so were you and Eric as you both missed your family in LA. Then, Sangyeon, who happened to be the only senior of yours that made it to this friend circle, said a Christmas dinner should sound nice.

So, there you all were, eating Samgyeop and the Saeng Galbi that you grilled. Everyone enjoying their Soju bottles with the rice accompanied by the smoky beef, laughing as you shared how Eric once was asked to be the guy to replace an injured baseball player, then going home and watched a baseball match with a man claiming to be the father of the injured, doing the service as a gratitude for Eric. Two months later, the man was on breaking news for car theft and being chased by the police for six hours straight.

After the dinner, everyone opened up their presents. You were given a few things by these boys, like a hat by Changmin with a note "I don't really know what you like, but Eric said your ears get numb when it snows. Thank you for letting us be a safe space to each other by letting us hang in your house every day! Must not be easy :("

You also got new headphones, because Haknyeon noticed your left Airpods was broken. For people who weren't exactly close, but always welcoming for you (because you welcomed them first), they were very considerate and caring.

You opened your gift from Hyunjae and there were three things there: a Chanel lipstick, a mistletoe, and a coupon for the arcade. You were worried for a second that the lipstick shade won't match you. You turned the case and read what the name of the shade was: '16 - Livermorium'

The thin coupon paper was almost see-through, you could see that there was a writing with a marker behind it.

Wanna bail? □ Yes □ No

You smiled widely at the words, you looked for Hyunjae as everyone was busy talking to each other, expressing their gratitude for the gifts received. You saw Hyunjae leaning near the vestibule, already looking at you. The grin in your face widened and you nodded. He smiled as you both stepped quietly out the room.

"Y/N! Thank you for the new jacket!! You don't know how much I wanted this kind—" Jacob was about to hug you but he noticed you and Hyunjae were taking your shoes to go outside quietly.

You both looked up at Jacob, frozen and you panicked a little. However, Jacob gave a gentle smile instead. He reached to his pocket and tossed Hyunjae his Kawasaki keys.

"Y'all go! I'll cover for you."

[7:49 P.M]

The two of you were in giggles as you scored thirty points in the timed basketball game, while Hyunjae scored more but since his hoop didn't detect the ball passing through, he was still at zero.

"I won!" He rolled his eyes while curving his lips to a crescent, exposing the white on his teeth and the red in his cheeks.

Suddenly, a light bulb was lit inside that wrinkly organ in your skull. You took a few steps to Hyunjae, looking up at him wearing the biggest smile.

"Hey, Hyunjae."

He looked at your eyes, hypnotized by those honey ambers. His own eyes gazing at you from your eyes to the corner of your lips. For one second, he was too drunk in you to even respond.

"Yeah?"

"You opened my gift yet?"

"Yeah... The perfume, right? How much did it cost?" He did not intervene with his eye contact that moved from your eyes to your lips to your eyes and your lips (on and on and on).

"127,900 Won. It's custom made, just like the lipstick you gave me."

He started to feel weak in this eye contact, as if about to give up and just kiss you already. His breath started to hitch and had no energy to do anything beyond whispering.

"Yeah? What did you pick for my custom perfume?"

"I gave the perfumer a sample of my shampoo, my own perfume, my lipstick, and the butter you use for the popcorn you make... because it smells like me." Hyunjae smirked at the sensual, yet the genuine loving manner.

"Is that it?" His right arm decided to hug your waist.

You swore that you almost lost all the shyness and the contemplation to kiss him right there right then. His left thumb reached your bottom lip, dragging to the end point of your chin.

"You want me to remember you with your scent?" It was your turn to blush and get drunk in his love.

You nodded with a shameless naughty smile. Then you let your chin rest on his chest as you looked up to his eyes like a puppy. His pupils began to dilate as he stared at your eyes like a king sitting on his throne looking down at a begging treasonist kissing his feet.

"I just want you overall..." You whispered as he chuckled.

"Mhmm? Yeah? Why don't you show me?"

Hyunjae noticed you took something from the pockets of your pants. It was the Chanel lipstick he gave you and the mistletoe. As you left a gap between you and him enough to put on the makeup in front of him, he took the mistletoe from your hands put it on top.

"Make my dreams come true, will you?"

"Oh what? Kissing you under the mistletoe like the Justin Bieber song you always play?" You both giggled, never letting each other's sights out of each other's sights.

"Not really... Kissing Y/N and nobody else but Y/N had always been the dream since the first time I saw you." You raised your eyebrows at him while smiling widely.

"...And my childhood 13-year-old dream that I had when I was hitting puberty." You couldn't stop smiling and laughing. You snaked your hand, holding the mistletoe with him.

"Gladly..."

You leaned in with the best slow, romantic pace you could ever think of to introduce the relationship for much more kisses to come. It felt like you woke up from the dandellion hills in the Garden of Eden. Felt so right as if nothing in life had ever wronged you. It felt like you flew out of your body, elevating to the outer space where you live among the stars, just floating.

You both gave yourselves some breaths to take in, letting some space between you both.

"I have a question."

"Shoot."

"Why a radioactive element, Livermorium?" He gave away the same giggles he had been having ever since he was with you in that arcade.

"I might memorize the periodic table, but I don't know what the chemical elements mean... I just like the way you can have a code to speak with when you have the periodic table." You tilted your head at him in confusion.

"So what is there to decipher?" He grinned at your cluelessness.

"Livermorium in short is Lv in Group 16 of the periodic table... familiar?" You looked at him wide-eyed as if starstruck at a Nobel Prize genius.

"Chair 16, Chemistry class... Lv short for the word Love?" He nodded proudly, enjoying the attention your eyes gave him.

"Corny, right?"

"Very!"

That night, he confessed that he would really like to be yours and he had never had anyone else (and didn't want to have) other than you in mind. It might look like it was too fast but the chemistry you both had spoke much for yourselves that actually, you were both ready.

From that moment on, the lipstick stained not only on your lips, but on his. He wore it so proud he wouldn't even wipe off the red-pinkish messy smears on his lower cheeks.

[sanaxo-o]

Fell in love all over again (Lee Jaehyun)

Warnings/genre: pure fluff, established relationship, making out, the reader overthinks for a while, Hyunjae is the cutest at the end, comfort (?)

Word count: 1,423

Sana: hello..um my Valentine’s Day fic but very late so meh. I was studying for my exams and shit. Tbh it was originally supposed to be for Jacob but he did not fit the vibes and this was also sitting in my drafts for a while so yeah. Anyways this is dedicated to my @from-izzy (don’t divorce me lmao) love you <3 and thank you to @astrae4 for beta reading 🥺. Love you hon 🥰

Tagging: @cloverdaisies @kimsohn @mosviqu @hyungseos-cafe @strayed-quokka @deoboyznet

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Sitting down at the table, you looked around the place, it was a place you would always dream about.

A huge hall with a chandelier in the middle— which was full of diamonds making it shine brightly. You let out a small laugh of content when you notice the ring on your finger.

Never would you have imagined that you would get married to the person you spent seven years of your life with.

You have known Hyunjae since you were in highschool and up until now. And he had managed to prove himself that he was the one for you countless times.

The day you felt alone and needed comfort, he was there for you with a tub full of ice cream and a night full of cuddles as he listened to you talk about your feelings; how you would sometimes just get the feeling of being alone as if no one was on your side and you were left to fight your battles all alone.

But he was there to prove you wrong. To tell you that even though you felt as if you were alone he would always be there by your side with open arms. No matter what happens, he always got your back.

That was also the time when you were damn sure that he was gonna be the man you would want to get married to. No one else would be able to have your heart like he has.

The day you got into your dream university, he was there to celebrate it with you. Even when you doubted yourself about not being worthy enough he made himself clear that you’re in fact one of the people who truly deserve that spot because of your hard work.

You look around the place once more and you could suddenly feel your heart sinking, what if this was not the right thing to do?

You could feel your hand start to shake. All you wanted to do at that very moment was to get up and just storm out of the place, but you were afraid to do that.

It was Valentine’s Day and Hyunjae prepared all of this just for you only to see you storm out like that. You did not want to seem ungrateful so you tried to calm yourself down but the more you pondered about your future the more anxious you got.

From the corner of your eyes you noticed hyunjae walking back to the table. Taking a deep breath in you tried to look normal but as the time passed by, every passing second felt like hours.

Placing your hand under the table you kept your other hand over it in hope that it would stop shaking but it was of no use.

Looking up you observed as Hyunjae took a seat in front of you. Giving you a small smile he poured you a glass of champagne and raised his to make a toast with you.

Holding the glass in a tight grip you clink your glass with his as you take a small sip from it, “Happy Valentine’s Day love. I hope you like what I prepared for us.” Hyunjae says with a soft smile playing on his lips as he takes a sip of champagne from his own glass.

Passing him a small smile you anxiously look around the place, not having it in you to look him in the eye. You knew how happy he was and you did not want to ruin this moment with him just because of what you were feeling.

You knew thinking so ahead in the future was stupid but what could you do? Your habit of overthinking always got the best of you…

“Are you okay?” You snap out of your thoughts when you hear Hyunjae’s voice. Looking back at him you nod your head slightly but you notice how his eyes searched for yours.

You could see the slight flicker in them as he placed his glass of champagne back on the table. Standing up he forwarded his hand towards you as he waited for you to take his hand in yours.

Without any questions asked you grab his hand in yours as you stand up from your seat, “Do you trust me?” Hyunjae asks as he walks towards the exit with his hand hooked with yours.

Giving him a small nod you continue walking with him, “What about the food though?” You ask softly as you stop on your tracks which made him halt in his tracks to turn around and face you.

“Don’t worry. We can come back later, I cannot let you go back home empty stomach now, can I?” Hyunjae says with a grin on his face as he drags you towards his car.

Opening the backseat door he lets you enter the car first as he himself enters once he’s sure that you’re comfortable sitting in the seat.

“What’s wrong, hmm?” Hyunjae asked softly as he tangled his hands in your luscious hair. Pushing the strands of hair behind your ear, he slowly made his fingers come to your forehead as he applied slight pressure on them to give you a massage.

Closing your eyes at his actions you let your head rest against the seat as you take in deep breaths to calm your heart down, “I don’t know, aren’t we too young to get married? What if something goes wrong? I don’t want to lose you..” you tell him, your voice barely above a whisper as you slowly look towards Hyunjae who continues to stare at you with his soft gaze.

“No, I don’t think we’re too young. We’re both financially stable at the moment and I believe in the fact that nothing would go wrong. Our love is strong enough for that sweetheart..” he says as he gently pulls you closer towards him in the backseat of the car.

Resting your head against his chest you close your eyes as you listen to his heartbeat, “Promise me that you won’t leave me alone? Ever..” you whisper with your face buried in his chest as Hyunjae continues to stroke your hair in a gentle manner.

“I promise I will never leave you alone. Ever..” he says as he brings his hand towards your chin and makes you look up.

Leaning down he slowly attaches his lips on yours, sitting up straight you tangle your hands in his soft curly hair as you pull on them while Hyunjae continues to kiss you.

You could feel your heart come up in your throat as he continued to kiss you, his hands wrapping around your waist as he pulled you closer towards him if that was even possible.

Pulling away, you gasped for air as you noticed the string of saliva which was connecting you both together, an indication of the intense makeup session you just had. Staring into his eyes you leaned closer towards him once again as you gave his nose a light peck.

Nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck, Hyunjae smiled as hugged your figure closer to his warm embrace, “I think I just fell in love with you all over again..” Hyunjae mumbled in the crook of your neck. His voice sends vibrations throughout your whole body as you give out a small laugh at his words.

“Every minute of the day makes me fall in love with you even more if you’re wondering..” you tell him while playing with his hair.

You don't even know when you sat on his lap in the backseat like this but all you know is that this Valentine’s Day was a day to remember.

Stealing a glance at hyunjae you let out a giggle when you notice his ears turning a shade of bright red.

“Are you blushing because of what I said or because of the make out session we just had?” You say in a slightly teasing tone as you poke his cheeks with your fingers.

Looking back up Hyunjae looks everywhere but you, “Oh look at the time. We should head back inside to have our dinner..” he says trying to change the subject.

Opening the door of the car he lets you get down first before he got out. Locking the car you both started walking towards the hall again with your laughter beaming through the night.

The moonlight shining its light on the two of you making it look like a scene right out of a romantic movie.

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Skatepark

Summary: Your boyfriends pick you up from your bakery to go to the skatepark together. 

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship au

TW: Skateboarding Injuries (cleaning wounds & blood)

Word Count: 2,566

Accountant! Hyunjae X Baker! Reader X Skate Shop Owner! Eric (Milric) 

[A/n: So, Eric posted some photos from the US tour on 7/31 (which I bawled to but vv unrelated) and saw Eric looking like a skater dude next to Hyunjae who looked like he worked a high-paying office job on the curb. And originally, it was just a little silly thing for me to dream up to Kebbi about two of her biases. And I made the reader a baker bc that was fun. And if it wasn’t for her bringing up baker! Younghoon. This idea might have not made it outside of our chat. So, a very special credit and thank you to @jinkoh for inspiring the fic and helping further it.]

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Younghoon looks up from the counter he's wiping down when the bell rings above the door. He looks over and sees Hyunjae and Eric walking over. He gives them a big smile as he throws the rag over his shoulder, “Oh! (Y/n)'s in the back making blueberry muffins! But I'll let them know you're here!” They both nod as he heads to the back, where you’re setting the last wrapper into the pan. You tell yourself, “Okay, last pan!” as you start pouring the batter into each tin when Younghoon goes, “Hey, your boys are here.” Your eyes widen with excitement as you quickly scrape the bowl with the spatula. “Really?!” He laughs, “Yeah.” You put the bowl down, “Can you tell them I'll be just a moment? I gotta switch the muffins around.” He nods and leaves. You get an oven mitt, grab the cooked muffins, and put them on the counter before setting the last tray in the spot it left. You pick up the hot tray off the counter and put it on the rack before removing the oven mitt and washing your hands. You wipe your hands dry before retiring your apron, leaving the kitchen. 

As you come through the swinging doors, you ask, “Younghoon?” And he perks up, “Yeah?” “You can take care of the muffins, right?” “Of course!” “And then after the last one goes on the rack-” He cuts you off, “I get to close the shop?” You roll your eyes as you nod, “Make sure they all head into the cooler before you leave, okay?” “Alright, now shoo before they eat all of our honey lemon cookies!” You look over to see your two lovers eating two cookies each. You laugh before grabbing yourself two. Before walking out from behind the counter and wishing Younghoon a good day. You join your lovers, “Okay, where are we off to?” Eric grabs your hand eagerly, and in between bites, he says, “To the skate park!” Hyunjae holds Eric’s hand, guiding you three to his car as you eat your cookies. You brush off the crumbs before getting in and sitting in the passenger seat, knowing full well that Eric was going to sprawl out with his skateboard next to him. And sure enough, you watch as he does in the rearview. You buckle in as Hyunjae shifts into drive, pulling out of the parallel parking spot. You ask Hyunjae, “So, how’s corporate?” He grins, “It was an easy day for once!” Eric gasps, “No way!” He nods, “Yeah, I got to sit back and stare at my computer all day.” And Hyunjae asks you how the bakery was, “Well, I was mainly just making muffins today for Muffin Monday.” You can hear Eric’s excitement before you see it, “Any mango?” “Have you checked the fridge?” He gasps, “Really?” “Yeah, I made a special batch for the three of us the day before.” Hyunjae looks back in the rearview mirror at him, “You didn’t eat one of yours yet?” He pouts, “No, I had to run to the skate shop... Haknyeon lost his key. So, I didn’t even have time to check the fridge.” You smile, “That means we all get mango muffins for dessert!” He grins, and you ask him how his work was, “It was easy, just mainly kids coming in for new wheels today.” You scoff, “Really? You guys had such easy jobs today.” Hyunjae instantly retorts, “As if making muffins isn’t the easiest for you…” You laugh as you surrender. 

Hyunjae parks the car, and the three of you get out, “Do either of you want to skate today?” You shake your head, “I’m whooped from muffin making.” And he nods, but Hyunjae goes, “Yeah, only if you skate with me!” Eric grins, “This is why I always come prepared!” He pulls out a second board, handing Hyunjae his spare before grabbing his hand and rushing them into the park together. You shake your head at them, the two always eager to play. You sit on the bench and watch as Eric helps Hyunjae get into all his gear before Eric puts only a helmet on. And you listen, “You remember what I taught you, right?” Hyunjae nods and gets on the board with ease. Eric encourages him, and they both wave goodbye to you before heading over to the bowl. You watch them drop in, with Hyunjae letting out a little yelp as he does. The two carve around the bowl while you stretch out, letting your joints finally rest after continuously using them for the past six hours. 

While Hyunjae is still rocking in the bowl, Eric pops out and skates over to you, making a quick stop in front of you. “Do you want anything, babe?” You smile, “A water would be nice.” He smiles as he skates over to the vending machine and gets you one. He returns, kicking up his board and sitting beside you to watch Hyunjae skate, “Here you go~” “Thanks, love.” He gives you a kiss, and you two talk for a second. When you hear a little shout of, “Er-Eric!” You peek over and see Hyunjae struggling to get the momentum up again to pop out of the bowl, and you both let out a little laugh. Before Eric goes, “Duty calls!” You shake your head as Eric raises his hand to the sky as if he’s the skateboarding superman and drops in. You peer over to watch him help Hyunjae get the speed back up and help him out of the bowl before popping back onto his board. 

When Hyunjae shakily makes it out of the bowl, you pat the bench, “Come on, you deserve it…” He laughs as he removes his gear before falling onto the bench beside you. After you take another sip of your water, you ask, “Water?” He hums and takes the bottle from you before drinking some. He puts it on the ground for the two of you, and you both watch Eric. “You did well in the bowl this time!” He grins, “I’m improving.” You hum, “I think so.” 

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to practice that new trick you mastered.” 

“You mean the Ollie?” 

“Yeah.” 

“It’s so fun, but I’m too tired, honey.” 

“Promise us, we’ll see you be cool next time?” 

“Promise.” 

When another voice from beside you say, “We’re holding you to that!” That’s when you see Eric standing beside the two of you. “How did you get here so quietly?” He smirks, “I’m a pro.” You laugh, “I guess so. But I promise.” And the two of them grin and tell you, “Good.” Eric smiles and goes, “Okay, now you guys gotta watch~” You both nod and watch as he heads to the other side of the skatepark, hops up onto a rail, gliding across it. And when it ends, he lands a flip off of it. Hyunjae mutters, “He’s so cool…” You laugh as you agree, “He is.” 

You watch as he heads to the cloverleaf bowl, his favorite. He blows you each a kiss and waits for you two to catch and keep them before dropping in, causing you both to giggle. You watch as he comes back up, doing a 180° turn. He picks up speed and skates around the edge of the cloverleaf. His grin makes you both happy as he rides around before heading back into it. He pops out and lands an ollie before skating along the edge of another piece of concrete and pop shoves off of it. 

You lean your head against Hyunjae’s shoulder as you watch Eric skate around. And ask, “Did you get your lunch?” He kisses the top of your head before answering, “I never leave home without it.” “What did Eric write you?” And he sings, “Sting like a bee, honey~.” You both giggle, and he asks, “What about yours?” You laugh as you remember yours, “Make your treats full of love, love.” Which makes him laugh, and you ask, “Do you think Eric grabbed our lunch note?” Hyunjae hums and goes, “Let’s find out.” “Babe! What did our note say?!” And Eric skids to a halt as he grins, “Skate on, Babe!” You both grin, and he does too, before pushing off to continue skating around, using the empty park to his advantage. You three were the only ones at the park today, but considering it was an early afternoon on a Sunday, it wasn’t surprising. Hyunjae rests his arm around your shoulder as he watches, “I wonder if Eric will show us any new tricks today.” You hum, “Maybe?” You watch him do a few kickflips before he drops back into the cloverleaf. 

It all happens so fast. One second Eric’s up, catching his board in his hand with a giant grin on his face as he spins in the air. And the next, his board slips out from under his feet, and he starts falling without it. You both watch in horror as Eric lands on his side. Since you’re the only ones in the park, you both can hear the echo of his shirt ripping as he presumably skids down and his pained groans. You both spring into action, rushing over to the cloverleaf, and find Eric clutching his knee and arm. You call out, “Nothing broke!?” As Hyunjae slides down into the bowl. You hear his voice break as he answers, “No…” You nod, “I’m gonna get the car!” Hyunjae throws his key up to you. And you catch it and run over to the car, pulling it up to the gate that leads out. 

You pop open the back seat door, and while Hyunjae carries Eric over, you grab the two boards and water you three left behind. When you get back to the car, you put the boards on the passenger side floorboard before hopping into the front seat. You check the rearview mirror as you click your seatbelt in and see Eric’s face shoved into Hyunjae’s stomach as he cries. Your heart sinks as you get your mind into gear and quickly drive the three of you home. You get out first, opening Hyunjae’s door before going, “I’ll meet you two upstairs?” Hyunjae nods as he gathers Eric in his arms. You rush up the stairs and unlock your apartment door, leaving it unlocked so Hyunjae can easily open it. 

You get out the first aid kit and clean your hands, prepping for a bloody and crying Eric. It wasn’t often that he got injured since he’s been skating since he was a kid. But when he did, it was messy. And this time was no different. Hyunjae carries him into the bathroom, and you hear him softly coo, “It’s okay, babe…” He sets him on the bathroom counter, and you give him a small smile, “Let’s get you all cleaned up, babe…” He sniffles as his tears stream down his cheeks, and he nods. You peel his ruined shirt off, and he gasps from the sting, and you quickly apologize, “Sorry…” He nods, and thankfully it’s mostly surface level on his left upper arm. 

When you grab the disinfectant spray, he recoils, “It’s not going to hurt, is it?” You shake your head, “It never has before…” He gulps, “Positive?” You nod, and you spray it over his wound, and he winces even though it isn’t painful. You clean it up with some cotton pads, carefully go over the deeper cuts. You start bandaging him up, and he lets out a little sigh as you finish up. But as you go to clean his knee, his body shivers as he lets out a sob, and you look at him, “S-sorry. It just stung when you… when you moved the air in the room.” You nod, careful not to make another gust, “It’s okay, babe. No need to apologize. I’m going to spray your knee, okay?” He breathes in deeply, trying to control his tears as you spritz the disinfectant. You notice how deep it is and look up at him again. You ask, “Did you land mainly on your knee?” He nods and hisses as you wipe away the dried blood. And he's a bawling mess all over again as you patch him up. You look at Hyunjae and see him leaning against the doorway, watching you two. He gives you a fond smile as you clean Eric's wound, and you smile back over at him. You start dressing his wound and kiss Eric’s bandage knee. Hyunjae comes over and kisses Eric’s bandaged arm, “We gotta kiss it all better, right?” Eric sniffles, “Y-Yeah…” 

Hyunjae leaves the bathroom and comes back with a soft shirt and sweatpants. “You want help into them?” He nods, and you both carefully take off his shorts and help him into the soft sweatpants, careful not to rub against his newly bandaged knee. Hyunjae helps him slip the shirt over his head and carefully over his wrapped arm. When his fluffy head pops out, Hyunjae and you share a look before kissing his cheeks. And his ears turn red, and you tease, “Now you blush, babe?” He pouts and lets out another sniffle, and you both can’t help but kiss his pout away. “Would a mango muffin make you feel all better?” He sniffles before nodding, “That would be nice.” You both help him into the living room as he lets out little hisses of pain, walking over to the couch. You sit beside him as Hyunjae gets the muffins, and Eric cuddles up to you. 

Eric leans his head against your chest, letting out a sniffle. He says, “My left side hurts bad, love…” You gasp as you run your fingers through his hair, “Did you scrape that too?” He shakes his head, “No… just in general.” You sigh, “Oh… I know, babe.” You kiss the top of his head as Hyunjae returns, “A muffin for each of us~” You take yours, and Eric happily eats his with the mango juice Hyunjae got him. 

As the three of you finally relax, you idle into easy conversations. “You were so cute, blubbering with tears.” And Eric scoffs, “I was not crying.” You laugh, “Oh, you so were.” He shakes his head, “Nuh-huh.” Hyunjae smirks, ruffling Eric’s hair, “You’re cute when you cry~” And Eric pouts, “I wasn’t…” You both giggle at his antics. You place a kiss on his cheek while Hyunjae places a kiss on his forehead. He scoffs again and crosses his arms over his chest. The action causing him to hiss in pain, but you both knew what he wanted. So, you both roll your eyes at him, and you grab his chin and bring him into a kiss. He sighs in contentment, and you both break away before Hyunjae quickly cuts in, pulling Eric’s chin towards him to kiss. When they part, you pout, “Where’s my kiss… I haven’t gotten a real one all day...” And Hyunjae laughs at you before grasping your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. When you pull away, Eric’s pouting again, “I want my injury cuddles...” You both grin at your scraped up lover, and settle happily around him, careful to not brush against his scrapes. And he settles further into the couch cushions and into your guys’ comforting holds.

[tbzhub]

Just Go Fuck Him

Pairing: photographer!Lee Hyunjae x afab!reader

Summary: Hyunjae moves back into his childhood home and old feelings and memories come up.

Warnings: MDNI, reader has scars, brief mention of childhood trauma, brief mention of surgeries, flashbacks, a smidge negative self-talk, hyunjae is the rizzler, smut... creampie, pet names, yada yada

Rating / Genre: M, neighbor au, childhood crush au, fluff?, slight angst (it’s really not THAT bad), lots of pining

WC: 8K (2K+ words for the smut scenes)

Artist Note: @everynewiee Enjoy! Special thank you to @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this and giving me the best fucking commentary. You're a gem and I probably would not have posted this if you hadn't stroked my ego. Love youuuuuu. If there's a typo I'll get to it eventually

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The living room was quiet in its typical offputting fashion as you sat around with your parents; no one saying anything as there were no conversations to be had and nothing playing on the television since no one would pay attention anyway, a phone captivating its user as everyone sat in their respective places. Any interaction at this point would feel almost disrespectful and annoying, disrupting the usual routine of your and your parent’s day. 

Your favorite place to cocoon was on the right side of the sofa, wrapped in a plush blanket while you doom-scrolled until you eventually needed to walk the dogs. This is how your days were spent since your college graduation, making your parents the only ones on the block who weren’t empty nesters. Maybe that explained why you never went out—  there was no one to go out with. Everyone else seemed to blossom rapidly, moving away and starting lives too hectic to return to their childhood homes on a regular basis while you sat at home, wrapped in blankets, feeling left behind.

Feeling left behind wasn’t inherently a negative thing, though— and it wasn’t really a feeling either. Acknowledgment: that’s what you’d describe this part of your life as— the acknowledgment of being a late bloomer, the acceptance of being the last flower waiting to bloom. The last person to leave the nest, as some would say, and that fact was totally okay with you because, in truth, it was okay for you to spend your days the way you pleased. There was no reason to run out and chase after what everyone else was doing just to keep up, to avoid loneliness at the risk of getting hurt. 

Maybe it wasn’t just an acknowledgment; perhaps being a flower that’s yet to bloom guaranteed safety from a world so wide with new people who didn’t know you and old people who’d changed so much that you didn’t know them at all. You certainly weren’t close with anyone that you’d grown up with, and when you’d run into them at the odd holiday party that you were forced to attend, that fact was always highlighted awkwardly and sometimes painfully. There’s something to be said about standing silently in a circle full of adults that you used to run around outside with as a child, as wild stories are passed around, and accomplishments are one upped by additional accomplishments. You’ve watched enough cliques coalesce in real time, cliques that you were a part of as a child but somehow couldn’t squeeze into as an adult… and to say the least, it gets old. Thus, you cocooned, you doom-scrolled, and you became content with the silent life you’d curated with your parents.

So the living room is as quiet as it always was, and the day would drone on as it always did, and you’d be just fine not rocking the boat until it was time to go to bed and do it all over again tomorrow.

But sometimes the boat needs to be rocked, and the loud knock that’s heard does the trick in making your mom flinch in her seat, and your father crane his neck to the rather unexpected sound.

You, on the other hand, do not react because a knock at the door— regardless of how foreign, is never for you. The shifting of your parents getting out of their seats and the creaking of the floorboards underneath their feet does nothing to pull you away from your phone because, again, no one is knocking on the door for you, and you’d never entirely inherited your nan's natural curiosity.

It’s not until your mom comes back into the living room with her head peeking out from behind the foyer wall as she calls out your name that you finally get up from your favorite spot on the couch. The action is done begrudgingly, but your mom swears someone is here to visit you, and her smile is vast, so at the very least, you would appease your mom and be polite.

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The thing about people-pleasing was that you never knew where you’d end up. You could set out to be polite to some unexpected guest to appease your mother and end up staring face-to-face with your childhood fucking crush. This wasn’t hypothetical; this was actually happening, and you were currently wearing drab black sweatpants.

He says hi first, hugging you at the front door as your parents invite him in for tea, and you stand there looking like a fucking idiot troll whose soul has just left their body. Specifically, you were internally screaming as you said hello and tried not to look like you were combing through your hair with your fingers.

“It’s been so long, Hyunjae. How’s your mom?” Your mom asks as she heads into the kitchen to start the kettle, and you look down at your hands as he responds to her. 

He’s still just as polite as he used to be when you were kids, and that pisses you off.

“It’s so lovely of you to visit,” you hear your dad chime in, and you want to scowl because you felt quite the opposite. Who visits someone they haven’t spoken to in well over half a decade out of the blue without even a single warning? How were you the only person put off by this rogue visitation?

“I thought you were a travel photographer. What are you doing back here?” You ask, and really, you wish you could tell him to leave because this was too much, and you could feel the memories starting to stew inside your brain. You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks as you looked up at his ever-charming smile, and all you wanted to do was flee to your room.

“I moved back. I missed home.” 

-

Hyunjae’s return meant your parents weren’t the only non-empty nesters anymore, which should make you feel better about yourself, but it doesn’t. It makes you feel like a child again and not in a way that should feel safe or warm and fuzzy. It makes you remember your childhood with him as your next-door neighbor. It makes you remember your childhood in general, and it makes you remember all the shenanigans that the two of you got up to together. All the silly poems and doodles you’d write about him in your journal growing up start to whisper around in your mind. All the conversations you’d have in your backyards pull to the forefront of your brain. Core memories flash like you’re watching a synopsis of your life thus far when you close your eyes after turning in for the night. 

You slowly began to remember just how easy it was for you to grow attached to the boy that lived next door…

Hyunjae was a few years older than you, but he was always sweet, unlike the boys his age who lived in the neighborhood. Even in your younger years, it was his kindness that really set him apart in your mind. He was one of the few older kids who played nicely with the younger kids instead of ditching or excluding them or stealing their toys. 

When you fell and scraped your knee trying to ride a bike for the very first time without any training wheels, he was quick to run inside his house to get a bandaid and a small bag of ice. He had kissed your bandaid-covered knee in hopes that it would get you to stop crying, and at the time, you thought the gesture was ludicrous; he wasn’t a mom, so there was no way that he could have the ability to wipe away someone’s pain with the simple press of his lips. 

That was the day that you learned it wasn’t just mothers who held such a magical power

-

So you were putting effort into your looks to walk the dogs now... Nothing crazy— just making sure your hair wasn’t frizzy and that your clothes weren’t wrinkled before you left the house. You hadn’t run into Hyunjae yet, but it was bound to happen, and you wouldn’t be caught off guard when it did.

The dogs were slower than usual to round the block this afternoon, but you didn’t mind, enjoying the album you were listening to as you admired the cotton candy-like clouds dashed across the beautiful pale blue sky. For someone who spent such a massive chunk of their time indoors, you really did appreciate being outside.

Apparently Hyunjae felt the same way. You saw him outside for the first time since he came back, sitting on his front porch with a camera in his hands as he presumably took shots of the sky above. This was perfect actually. You could skitter by unnoticed. With your headphones over your ears and a fancy digital camera concealing most of his face, there should be this shared agreement that deterred one from interrupting the other for the sake of exchanging pleasantries. 

As you move closer, your house getting more prominent in your field of view, you’re reminded that dogs don’t give a fuck about made-up social contracts. Yours pull on their leashes to get to Hyunjae, one barking, and that’s enough to steal the man’s attention away from snapping the shutter. 

Damn. Your streak of avoidance shattered.

He smiles when he sees it’s you and waves with the most earnest expression on his face, and for a brief moment, you forget how to walk like an able-bodied person, legs feeling like mush and mind going blank as his inviting eyes settle on you and your dogs. 

“One foot in front of the other. Smile like a sane person. Don’t let him sense his sheer power over you.”

You repeat the mantra in your mind as you let your dogs pull you closer to him, nearing his front porch with bated breath and a weak smile. It's those wooden steps at the entrance of his house that get you, the ones that harbored far too many sweet core memories. As you sit beside him on the landing, you can’t help but think of every single time that you’ve sat here in the past.

“Hey,” He says, wrapping his arm around you briefly in a friendly, one-armed hug before he sets his fancy digital camera far away from the dogs’ reach.

Your hello is soft and shy, but you didn’t stutter at the physical touch, so you’d consider that a small win.

“So you came home just to take pictures of the sky?”

He snorts at your question, “I already told you why…

“I got tired of the world at large. Plus, there’s more than enough beauty around here. The familiar things deserve to be photographed, too.” He admits simply– as if the sentiment is genuine common knowledge. He’s smiling down at you, and for a second, maybe it was a delusion, but you honestly felt like he was talking about you specifically.

“Watch. I’ll show you what I mean.”

He reaches out for his camera and begins to snap pictures of your dogs, petting them and scratching behind their ears. One of your dogs must secretly be a Hyunjae simp because he can capture her dopey smile perfectly.

You silently watch as he goes through the pictures, his smile widening, and he leans close to show you the one that must have tugged at his heartstrings. It’s a picture of your dog, face cradled in Hyunjae’s large hand, her eyes practically shining with glee, and she has the cutest doggy smile to match.

You giggle, face breaking into perhaps its first genuine smile in such a long time. “This is perfect. I have to show Mom. I’d love a copy if you don’t mind?” 

When you look up from the camera, you notice just how close you are, invading his personal space unwittingly, and a blush rises in your cheeks as you quickly lean away to create some tangible distance.

He only hums in agreement before shutting his camera off again and making eye contact with you. “I’ll send you a copy later tonight. Has your number changed?”

-

When you finally get home, your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard, and the spring in your step is undeniable. You let the dogs off their leashes and put away your headphones before practically skipping to your bedroom.

You flop on your bed, feeling weightless and energized from the crumb of interaction... This could become a problem, an addiction— could a person become addicted to another person? Regardless of the answer, you squealed in bed, covering your face in your hands as you let every single positive emotion flood through your body. Your legs kick in the air, and you feel giddy, high on the love and infatuation of a crush a decade in the making.

Oh, you were so fucking doomed. Hyunjae needed to either move away or express his intent to marry you as soon as possible because every feeling you’d shoved down had come back in full force, plus interest.

A knock on your bedroom door makes you freeze mid-tizzy, and as the door creaks open, it's your mom’s head that peeks into your room, and the smile that graces her lips looks nearly childlike. She wanted to gossip, you could tell.

“I saw you sitting over at the Lee’s. It’s been so long since I've seen you two sit outside on his porch steps like that.” She says, and immediately, your face goes blank. Any traces of giddiness is sucked right out of you in exchange for bashfulness. 

Vibe ruined. You felt so exposed.

“What? I’m happy. You two used to be so close growing up, and he was such a sweet kid. It’s just nice to see…” she trails off before finally taking the hint and leaving you alone to writhe in your newfound angst and embarrassment.

Your mom was right, though. You spent ample time on the Lee’s front porch growing up.

When everyone had gotten old enough to where the playing field was level, and the neighborhood kids could all get off the school bus together, it was common to hang out in a large group after school. Sometimes, this entailed sitting around and talking. Still, most of the time, this led to adventuring around the block and getting into what could only be labeled as dumb, child-appropriate shenanigans.

It didn’t take long for you to bow out of these afternoon activities in exchange for seclusion, sat at your front door doing your homework, reading a book, or maybe drawing. You didn’t want to partake in what everyone else was doing.

Hyunjae had been the one to start the unspoken tradition by randomly sitting on his porch one day instead of running out to play with everyone else. You noticed him outside, but your head is inside a book about horses, and frankly, what someone else did on their porch was none of your adolescent business.

But that day, he called you over, asking if you wanted to sit with him, and when you explained that you were reading a book, he was quick to respond, saying the same thing.

“We don’t have to talk. Just sit next to me.” That was his persuasive pitch, and it worked.

That day, you sat side by side on his front porch steps, one reading a picture book about horses and the other reading a Spiderman comic book. When he noticed you struggling to sound out an unfamiliar word, he broke the comfortable silence to help you.

That's how it started, the many sessions of keeping each other company on his wooden steps. That’s probably the true catalyst of your friendship, him calling you over and you obliging his request, sitting side by side on wooden steps instead of running around with the other neighborhood kids.

Gradually, this evolved from a mini reading club to you bringing art supplies over to paint together, him helping you with your math homework when it got tough, or even him simply reading a chapter of his library books to you with your head laid against his shoulder, eyes closed as you pictured the fictitious world that Hyunjae was describing to you.

The Lee’s front porch steps slowly became a second home to you, and as you both grew up, experiencing life in new and complicated ways, sometimes the only thing that helped you get by was sitting on those steps with Hyunjae by your side.

-

The coming days felt slow; your typical routine of couch cocooning left you unsatisfied, and you found yourself counting down the hours, minutes, and seconds until you could walk your dogs outside. Which was silly because you were a grown adult; you didn't need to find an excuse to go out… but you did want an excuse to run into Hyunjae again.

Which again— you were a grown adult, and you could take life by the balls and knock on his front door, say hi, and invite yourself in. You weren't going to do that, but at the very least, you acknowledged that plan as a viable option: baby steps and all that.

In your defense, though, you didn't want to make a fool of yourself, and you were scared. So much has changed over the years since you’d last appropriately spoken. You had so many unanswered questions, and you felt like the elephant in the room, the elephant that you’d birthed, still hadn't been addressed… You didn’t think that you’d earned the right to rogue, unannounced visitations in the same way that Hyunjae did.

As of right now, you are settling on the waiting game. Hyunjae sent you the picture of your dog, just as he’d promised, but you haven't seen him outside since. At this point, the ball was in the universe’s court, and you hoped to be favored kindly.

Today, you decided to bring your pinning to a different location, settling on cleaning your bedroom instead of wistfully thinking about Hyunjae as you stared out your living room windows. You would give your room a real deal deep clean; organize and clean out your closet, vacuum, feather dust, wipe down your bedroom windows, and toss out anything that hadn’t been used in three years— the works.

You were moving through these tasks with music on blast, shimmying and singing along while you harbored a spray bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other. No area was safe for dirt or dust in your room. You were intent on cleaning until your room was interior design magazine-level spotless, and the next inanimate victim was your window. You pushed back the curtains and drew the blinds to reveal the dusty glass pane.

Wow, this should get done more often.

You attacked the window pane with cleaning spray and started wiping, swaying to the beat of the bass-heavy song that played through your speakers, and soon you're doing more dancing than wiping. You get lost in the song, singing into the window as if you were in a music video as you run the cleaning cloth over the glass like it was a prop.

Then you notice Hyunjae standing in his bedroom window, and you halt. How long had he stood there? How much of your theatrics had he witnessed? You remove your hand from the glass, and your face twists up in humiliation. 

He crosses his arms, eyebrows arching upwards, but the rest of his expression seems impassive before he finally bursts into a fit of laughter, causing you to do the same. Your embarrassment dissipates as he claps his hands to applaud you for such a lovely showcase, and you playfully bow. 

This moment wasn’t the first time that one of you has gotten caught being weird in the recesses of your bedrooms by the other, but it’s been so long that you can’t help but giggle. Some things really don’t change, and you’re glad that, at this point, getting caught by Hyujnae feels the same way as it did when you were younger. No judgment, just a short shock of embarrassment followed by playfulness and laughter shared between good friends. 

-

Hyunjae’s been back home for over a month now, and you were still… dragging your feet when it came to acknowledging the obvious. You were being stubborn, and you were starting to annoy your mother. She, so badly, wanted to play matchmaker. Yet, you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction, insisting for the nth time that you did not like Hyunjae and that he did not like you. She’d roll her eyes and drop the matter, but she always muttered something under her breath. Then you’d act like you didn't hear, just like she’d act like you hadn’t spewed such a bald-faced lie.

You did like him, though. You more than liked him, and that’s what startled you most. To want someone in so many ways... The concept was so new to you, and Hyunjae made pining over him refreshing. 

There were parts of it that were innocent and parts that felt like carnal desire. You wanted to talk to Hyunjae every day like you used to— to spend time with him every day, just like when you were kids. There was this familiarity in his presence that was soothing, and yet most days, he left you feeling drunk off the feelings and needs that you’d developed for him. 

He was sweet, and he made you laugh, but at his baseline? Hyunjae was a flirt that left you flustered all the time. 

It’s the looks he gives you, the curve at the corner of his lips when he’d notice you short-circuit from one of his sly compliments, or the intense eye contact he’d give you while you spoke. It was the way he’d playfully nudge you as you sat beside him on his porch steps, and it was most definitely the cheeky smile he'd flash at you when he was jogging around the block with his shirt off. With all of that, you were starting to look at him differently, and you found yourself appreciating him in ways that you’d never paid attention to before.

When had he gotten so irresistibly attractive? Has he always been this undeniably sexy?

He’d gotten stronger, bulkier. It only took a few shameless glances in his direction while he was outside, gearing up for a run, to notice just how toned he was. His back muscles were lean. His arms looked so firm… like he could protect you with them or wrap them around you as he drilled nothing but raw pleasure into your body. The thought alone made you shiver, and it was becoming damn near impossible to look at him in a friendly way. Exceptionally not with his lips so perfectly crafted. He had lips that could easily hypnotize you— and they did often. You’d try your hardest to focus on his words just to fantasize about how sweet and kissable his lips were. 

Right now, you were stuck between reality and a daydream as you stood outside listening to Hyunjae speak. You’d crossed paths as he was coming in from a late evening jog, and you were heading out to walk the dogs. You watched the way his tongue ran along his bottom lip slowly, and then your eyes began to trail down past his bare chest. Before you could fall deeper into your thoughts, heat spread across your chin, and your face got tilted upward for you to meet Hyunjae’s gaze.

“Like what you see?” He guesses, calling you out playfully, and your reaction time is slow to it all. 

You barely register getting caught as you focus on the sudden physical contact, the way his hand cups your chin firmly, and the warmth that his fingers provide to your skin. His touch lingers as you stare up at him with a facial expression displaying nothing but need. How could such a simple gesture cause you to buckle so intensely? If you tried to speak right away, you might let out a moan. 

You have to take a step back to regain your composure, and your hand tightens around the leash that you're holding. 

Fuck. 

For a moment, you’d even forgotten all about your dogs. They needed a walk, and here you were eye fucking Hyunjae outside his childhood home. Your words are mumbled and short as you try to slink away, stepping to the side to get around him on the sidewalk.

“My bad.”

That’s all you could say. It was the lamest thing to come out of your mouth in a while, but your dogs could be your escape from such an awkward situation. 

His hand grabs your wrist, though, stopping you from completing one of your little vanishing acts. You can barely hear him over your rapidly beating heart. All you can make out is that he’ll text you when to come over, and there's something else about going for a drive.

-

Hyunjae kept taking casual side glances your way while you sat together in his car. No one was talking, and you could tell he was gearing up to say something ridiculous. The smirk that graced his mouth was your leading indicator, and the suspense killed you. The lull in your conversation only heightened your anticipation as you tried to relax into the passenger seat, sitting silently and with thick tension.

“You never answered my question, you know.” His words come out so nonchalant that you nearly misunderstand him.

But you could play coy, too, so you take a long sip from your drink to keep him waiting.

 “Hm?” 

The eye roll he gives you is comical and dramatic, and he feigns offense as his hand covers his heart.

“You forgot that fast? Wow, dude. Check me out, and then forget all about it. I feel used.” Even as the words pass his lips, he’s smiling, his eyes creasing, and the rise of his cheekbones are very telling. Hyunjae just loved to see you squirm in the hot seat.

“I don’t know what— did you just call me dude?” His phrasing finally registers, and you scoff. Was this a date, or did you just get painfully friendzoned?

His eyebrows quirk upward, and the smirk along his lips turns devilish momentarily as he hums, eyes intently on your own.

“I’m sorry. Would you prefer something more forward? I could call you baby… there's also babe, angel, sunshine. Buttercup if we’re feeling frisky. Darling is a favorite of mine, but anything’s on the table, really.” 

Your nose scrunches up at his blatant teasing. The man was straight up toying with your emotions. “Just f-forget about it.”

“Whatever you say, Sweetheart.” 

His words bounce around the car before striking straight through you. The cup in your hand clatters clumsily into its holder as you drop it.

So much for keeping it cool.

“Ooooh, so that’s the one. I’ll remember that.” He says through a chuckle and a smug grin as he reclines further in his seat.

“You know you didn’t have to bring me all the way out here to tease me. You were doing a pretty good job from the comfort of your own home.” 

You tried to sound dry and aloof, but you started to buzz with anticipation. The feelings that you’d kept hidden, albeit poorly, would be pushed and prodded to the surface, thanks to Hyunjae and his charming smile.

“That’s not why I brought you out here. I actually wanted to talk. I’ve missed you.” He admits, reaching out to touch your shoulder tenderly. 

“Hyunjae. We’re neighbors. You see me every day.” You assert, facial expression going deadpan as you stare back at his unwavering flirtatious gaze.

He sighs at that, mind seeming to go to a faraway place before he speaks up again.

“It’s more than that. I miss how close we used to be. We haven’t hung out alone like this since the summer before my senior year of high school. It feels like decades have passed and…

“It felt like it happened out of nowhere. It was like one day, we were close. I’d say we were best friends, and then the next day, you woke up and decided that wasn’t the case anymore. Why? What did I do?”

There was a gleam of hurt in his eyes that caused your bottom lip to jut out as guilt struck you. Hyunjae was right. You were close. He was your favorite person, and you were his. He was ever-present throughout much of your life, and then you ghosted him. You could pinpoint the exact moment when things changed, and you’d decided to stop being his friend. 

You were a teenager riddled with insecurities, and instead of talking to him about it— or talking to anyone for that matter, you’d made the conscious decision to become reclusive. You thought that you needed to detach from someone that you, for the longest time, considered was your one and only gift from the universe growing up.

You purse your lips together before opening your mouth to speak, but doubt settles and seeps into your bones. “I don’t know how to explain this without sounding dumb.” 

Hyunjae shrugs, “Just say it. Dumb or not. We’ll piece everything together as a team.”

His eyes were soft, and his hand went to rest on your knee, giving you all the comfort and safety that you needed to explain yourself.

“Um… obviously, I have a crush on you, right? Like, let’s move past that fact fast.” You pause to read Hyunjae’s reaction, but he only gives you a small smile while his hand reaches for yours, lacing his fingers through your own.

“A-and… I guess I knew that even back then. I mean, yeah. I had a huge fucking crush on you back then. Oh god, it was bad. It's just as bad as it is now, honestly. But when we were in high school, I started developing all these insecurities. I started noticing that other girls looked different from me. They didn’t grow up getting used to the hospital like I did. They didn’t have these long surgical scars on their legs like mine. You remember that part of my life, right? Your mom let you visit me after my first surgery when I was super young.”

Somewhere along the way, you shifted in your seat to stare out the window as you spoke, unable to hold eye contact and show vulnerability simultaneously.

“I didn’t realize it then because I was so young… I just wanted to feel better, but my body was branded with all this trauma. The scars on my thighs documented it all. It was hard going to gym class. The locker room was awful; I’d feel so insecure, and then I’d have to think about you constantly. All the girls knew you, and they’d talk about how hot you were. All. The. Time. And because I was your best friend, they’d ask me about you all the time. I was ‘popular’ but only because they wanted something from me. I couldn’t deal with it. All these beautiful girls with perfect, flawless skin constantly asked me about the guy that I’d liked for so long.

“I could not deal with another school year being seen only as the gateway to Hyunjae. I spent that summer in my room crying and wishing that things were different. That I was different, that I'd wake up and these scars would be gone. That I could finally get the guy that I’d wanted for so long… Obviously, that never happened. So I thought that if I put you and our friendship behind me, maybe I could, at the very least, move on because why would a guy like you want someone so far from perfect.”

You did it. Hyunjae is finally caught up and no longer left in the dark. All that was left to do now was listen to his response. You feel firm hands grab at your waist, and you're awkwardly pulled out of your seat until you're straddling Hyunjae’s lap.

“Thank you for sharing all of this with me, but… is that what you really think? That I wouldn’t want you because of something like that?” He’s looking up at you with tears threatening to spill from his eyes, and all you can do is nod meekly.

“I hate that, you know. I hate knowing that you spent an entire summer crying, and I was right next door, and I didn’t know.” His hands fall to your thighs, squishing them in his hold gently as he processes all of this information.

“I can’t even joke about how down bad we’ve been for each other because right now I’m shocked.” He goes on, sighing heavily before chewing on his bottom lip.

“My mom raised me right. I can reassure you that I would never care about something like that. I know, all too well, how to appreciate and treat a good woman. You’ve always been beautiful to me, and you’ll continue to be. Always. No matter what. Those parts of you are gorgeous, too, because they’re a part of the bigger, breathtaking picture.

“I don’t want to miss out on any more time, okay?”

Before you can grace him with a response, his lips are on yours, and his hand is pressed against your back as he pushes your body closer to his.

It was the kind of kiss that made you realize just how lonely you’d been. Urgency and desire ran straight through your veins to pool at your center, and you felt like you were melting into the man below you. You could stay like this forever, straddling Hyunjae’s hips while your tongue collided beautifully with his. He kissed you like a thirsty man dying for a drink. Faint gasps leave your chest whenever he pulls away to breathe to dive back in and fuse his mouth with yours again. 

So this is how Hyunjae’s lips feel. This is how it feels to be kissed by him.

You both become lost in the kiss, and his hands begin to roam. Warmth spreads across your lower back as one of Hyunjae’s hands snakes its way underneath your shirt to caress your skin, and a shiver flows up your spine. Your fingers tangle into his hair, anchoring yourself to this moment as your hips roll. That’s when you feel it.

“Oh.” You breathe out.

The tent in his pants nudges against you perfectly as you're coaxed into a steady grind by the firm hand pressed along your back.

“Feel good?” He asks, pulling away to look up at you with glossy lips and messy hair. Your nod is an eager one as you try to lean down, eyes closing as you search for his lips again while Hyunjae leans into you, pressing kisses to your neck instead. 

You feel his free hand creep up to your thighs as you continue to chase after the friction his crotch provides. Your skirt slowly becomes bunched up, cool air hitting your thighs, and you freeze, shyness and insecurity washing over you.

“J-jae…” You stutter out in a whisper, grabbing his face in your hand to stop him from looking down.

There’s a look of understanding on his face, but you also see a glint of something else in his eyes. “Wanna come back to my place, Sweetheart? I can think of some ways to help you get comfortable.”

-

As promised, Hyunjae made you feel safe and comfortable. He asked for permission before peeling a new article of clothing away from your body each time. He litters soothing touches and gentle kisses to any freshly exposed skin as he gets you undressed fully. When you’re completely bare, he’s keen to comfort you, making a point of looking you in the eyes before sneaking a glance down to your chest briefly.

“Just focus on me, okay?” He says, voice as soft as cotton while his hand comes up to stroke the side of your face sweetly.

He leans back to take off his shirt, and even though you’ve seen him shirtless more than a handful of times, you can’t help the whine that leaves you. Your eyes trail down his toned torso and settle expectantly on his hands that fiddle with his jeans. You were about to learn something new about Hyunjae, and you were paying very close attention.

He was big, and you sink your teeth into your lower lip to stop the moan that tries to punch out of you. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest as you stare blatantly at every part of him before your wide eyes finally lift to meet his gaze.

“It’ll fit.” He reassures smugly, and you roll your eyes at that.

“When did you get so cocky?” You sass through a tease as you're pushed backward onto his bedsheets.

“Don’t be jealous, Sweetheart. You’ll be full of cock soon.” He tosses back, causing you to shudder. 

He hovers above you for a moment, caging your body in between his strong arms as he looks down at you with fondness in his gaze while he admires your beauty. He leans down to kiss you on the lips before moving down your body.

His lips press against every part of your body on his trek down your chest and past your stomach. When he gets to your thighs, he takes his time, closing his eyes as he kisses every spot, running his tongue along the blemishes that make you doubt yourself. He alternates his love and affection as he slots himself between your legs, nipping at one thigh before pressing a wet kiss to the other.

You feel weightless already. There's not an ounce of nervousness in your body as Hyunjae worships the parts of you that you thought you disliked the most. You felt cared for, cherished, and like you were the most enticing person in the world. The tingling sensations travel closer and closer to the apex between your thighs until you let out a gasp that quickly morphs into a whimper.

“Jae— 

You're cut off by a moan as Hyunjae’s tongue swipes up your wetness in one languid motion, causing a jolt of pleasure to dash through your body. He hums into your pussy as he runs his tongue from side to side, parting your folds and tasting you hungrily before he slots your clit between his lips. You lurch forward, and he reaches one arm up to press you back into the bed, resting his hand on your stomach. He pushes your thighs farther apart with his free hand; his grip is tight around your thigh while he buries his face further into your pussy, tongue unrelenting as he sucks on your clit in tandem with the flicks of the wet muscle.

You didn’t know how to move through life after experiencing something life-altering like this. Hyunjae’s mouth made you feel unreal. His tongue could easily be labeled the 8th wonder of the world. All you could do was softly moan his name like you were reciting a prayer as he worked you over. 

The bed dips as he shifts his positioning, stopping his ministrations for a minute, and when you look down, you notice just how drenched his chin is because of you, and you shyly close your legs.

“Y-you don’t have to contin—

He cuts you off by forcing your legs apart and looking up at you purposely while he settles between your thighs again. 

“Why would you deny yourself something we both know you want?” He challenges, tongue sticking out to ghost over your glistening pussy, and the delicate warmth that the barely-there touch provides is enough to have you whining in need. You push his head back down, hoping he’ll just shut up and go back to town. He does, but not without having the last word. 

“Knew you couldn’t resist me,” he teases, words slurred as he tries to talk between sloppy licks. His tongue remains flat as he laps at your pussy to make you fall apart. 

When you seem close, with moans flowing out of you ceaselessly, he sinks into you, tongue massaging your spasming walls as he fucks you with his mouth, and that’s all you need. Your face grows hot, and you start to quiver; your thighs begin to falter, and Hyunjae has to hold them steady with his large hands as your orgasm swallows you whole.

“Oh FUCK.”

You will never be the same. Your body throbs with pleasure, and you shake through the most powerful feeling that you’ve ever encountered in your life. You’re speaking only in incoherent babbles as Hyunjae continues to tongue fuck you until the sensation is far too much for your pussy, and you have to push him away. You look up at him breathlessly, eyes unable to stay open for more than a few seconds at a time as you come down from such an intense finish.

“God bless you, Hyunjae.” You finally say, still twitching from your nerves getting lit on fire.

“I take it I did pretty good, hm?” He points out with the cockiest grin while he wipes his chin, coating the back of his hand in your essence. His eyes drift away from your face to check you out, and his face melts into a genuine smile.

“Your body is perfect to me, by the way. Every single part of it. Every minor detail.” He reassures, voice coated in sincerity as he trails his hand along your thigh, thumb running across a faded scar.

Goosebumps rise on your skin as you turn your face away from him, with a blush peppering your cheeks. “It’s your turn…” You add, letting your legs fall open for him.

“Our turn,” He corrects as he turns your face to look up at him. 

“You ready, Sweetheart?” He asks while he hovers above you, and you can feel how warm and heavy he is against you, prompting you to nod your head yes.

Hyunjae sheathes himself inside you slowly, causing you to groan blissfully as your eyes fall closed. He feels so good. The stretch is just right, and as he buries himself deep inside you, it’s like you’re being split open, but in the best way. Your hands rest on his shoulders as you adjust to his girth and length. When you finally open your eyes, you're met with the sight of the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen trying his hardest to hold himself together.

“You okay, Darling?” You ask in a teasing whisper while you take in Hyunjae’s state. He looks tense, his teeth are abusing his bottom lip, and for shits and giggles, you clench around him and he hisses.

“You’re incredibly tight.” He says through gritted teeth before he exhales. He rears back, his eyes flutter closed for a moment, and you hear him curse under his breath.

“I-it’s like your pussy is choking my cock…” He mumbles before he leans down to kiss your neck and tries to press forward again. You hear him whimper softly, and it’s the most alluring sound you’ve ever heard, and it's all because of you.

“I feel good?”

“You feel so. Fucking. Good.” He praises through a pant. 

His hips start to roll against yours as he finds a steady pace to fuck you with, and soon his bedroom is filled with a mixture of moans and skin slapping against skin. His body weight presses you further into the bedsheets, and you feel like you’re being surrounded by love and warmth as every fantasy that you’ve ever had comes true. 

Hyunjae’s strong body lays flush on top of yours, and his fingers lace through yours while he rocks into you harder with precise movements. His other arm goes under your body to tilt your pelvis upward as he begins hitting you at a new angle that pulls a cry out of you. Your legs tighten around his waist, needing him closer and deeper as you’re fucked into oblivion. Each powerful thrust has you sliding up the sheets, and your pussy clamps down on him whenever his cock drags out of you. You felt stuffed, filled to the brim, and you missed him when he reared back, leaving you nearly empty for half a second at a time.

Praises were mumbled against your skin while he plunged into you. You had the best pussy. You were doing a good job; you’re taking him so well. You felt incredible. Hyunjae’s words sent you to the edge, and all you could do was gasp and moan as you came undone. Your walls flutter and spasm as you arch your back, screaming his name out for the neighborhood to hear.

“J-Jae,” you whimper, lip trembling as Hyunjae molds your body to his fat cock.

“I know, Sweetheart… Relax and enjoy it.” He coos softly, coaching you through your second orgasm.

His hips don’t slacken; they do the opposite, speeding up as he hammers the sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly until something inside you snaps. You writhe underneath him, and your fingers tighten around his own as you fall into bliss. Hyunjae’s eyes are glued to your face as your mouth drops open, and a long, drawn-out groan leaves your body.

“That’s right, baby. Keep going.” He says through a grunt as he starts to chase his high.

He shifts, lifting you into his arms while his cock stays buried inside you. You're positioned upright, body going limp against his muscular thighs as he continues to drill into you, massaging your walls at a merciless pace. One large bicep stays wrapped around your waist, and his free hand snakes between you both to rub against your clit as if he could get you to cum a third time. You’re just a brainless lump of whimpers at this point as your head rests against his sweaty chest.

“I’m close, Sweetheart. I know you can do it again, come on, baby.” He pleaded, voice ragged as his thrusts turned desperate. 

His moans get more prominent, and when you look up to meet his gaze, Hyunjae looks fucked out beyond belief, lips parted, and hair a disaster on top of his head. You muster up enough energy to kiss him on the lips, swallowing all his pretty noises and whimpering against his plush lips. You feel his hips stutter. Then heat spreads inside you, and you shake as he fills you with cum while you experience another earth-shattering orgasm.

You're both tired and sticky. The bed sheets are hardly halfway on the bed, twisted onto one side, but neither of you seems to care. You collapse onto the bare mattress with Hyunjae’s cock still hidden inside you. When he finally pulls out, your dripping pussy adds to the mess on his bed. He lays down beside you, immediately pulling you in for a cuddle.

“You’re going to stay here, right?” He asks, looking down at you with a hopeful gleam.

“Of course. Even if I wanted to go home, I couldn’t deal with a walk of shame right now. My legs don’t work. I’ll leave tomorrow afternoon when I have to walk the dogs.” You answer through a giggle.

NOTE: There is a part two that can be found: here.

[ericsprincess]

feel my breath on your neck

nc-17, smut, vampire!Hyunjae, cunnilingus, period sex

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You get your period while fighting with your vampire boyfriend.

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“For fucks sake, Hyunjae, how many times do I have to remind you to pick up your dirty clothes! I’m not your mom!”

“Y/N, I really don’t want to watch another reality tv, can we watch something else, for once? Ugh.”

“Could you, please, put your dirty bloody cups into the dishwasher? This must be a biohazard, you slob.”

“There is literally no space in the bathroom with all your cosmetics shit, it’s a bit too excessive, don’t you think? Who even needs so much? Jesus..”

And this was just the last 2 days. You hate to admit that, but these past few days were not easy on either of you, both separately and together. You are drowning in work deadlines, your coworkers are incompetent and your boss keeps adding you more responsibilities. You’re slacking off your workouts and that’s not only making you feel upset, but also the lack of physical activity is definitely having a detrimental effect on your mood. Which is already in gutters, because you’re definitely PMSing and in a shitty and snappy mood all the time. 

Hyunjae, on the other hand, while having it breezy in his job, has different problems. Not only are there some dumb political fights in his coven that he has to navigate, but what’s worse, his favorite fancy blood bag brand has an outage and so he had to delegate to cheaper, less tasty ones. Which for him, a picky eater par excellence, is pretty much the same as an actual torture, as he had been drinking this “iron-flavoured mud” for weeks at this point. \

And on top of that, your apartment looks like a pigsty because neither of you is feeling like cleaning. And also, there is barely any food. For you, that is. You are acutely aware that just your existence is like flaunting a prime steak in front of Hyunjae and telling him that he can’t have any of it. He can only sip on his great value blood bags, while looking at you, walking around like nothing is happening. Like he can’t sense your blood running through your body even from another room. 

You know you could offer him to drink from you, but since he’s been pissing you off, he can suffer. It’s not like it will harm him and if he were that desperate, he could always ask. And he’s not asking. Just staring really intensely. 

So both of you are hitting low, and it shows. You haven’t even had sex in a week and while you could really use some comfort and intimacy, as well as the release, you are not quite desperate enough to initiate, not when you’re somewhat in a fighting mood. You know this will pass, it always does, and one or both of you will cave and you will make up, but you’re not quite there yet. Today, Hyunjae can go to hell, for all it matters. 

And boy, are you going through it today. It’s already late evening when you finally came home, flinged your bag somewhere in the hallway and kicked off your shoes. You took a shower mostly with closed eyes and now you’re chilling on the couch with some makeshift dinner you made out of whatever you could find in the fridge, watching some dumb action movie. The lights in the living room are off, only the TV being a source of light and you’re swaddled in the blanket like a baby. Finally some rest. Your eyes are tired, your feet hurt and you’re already getting cramps, so you’re really glad you can rest for a bit. You have no idea where Hyunjae is, and frankly, you don’t care. 

You’re almost falling asleep when an explosion from the TV resonates through the room and wakes you up from dozing off. You sit up and look for the remote to turn the volume down when the bedroom door opens. 

“Could you please turn that shit down? I’m trying to take a nap here,” Well, here he is.

“I was already doing that, calm down,” you roll your eyes.  

“I would really appreciate it, if you were more considerate regarding the fact that you don’t live alone, Y/N,” Hyunjae grumbles. He looks like he wants to argue, but you are not in the mood to have a passive aggressive fight right now so you get up and try to pass through him to get to the bedroom. 

You’re just about to get past him when he suddenly grabs you by your arms. 

“You…” he whispers. 

“What? Let me go, I’m going to sleep,” you try to shake him off but he’s holding you in straight up iron grip. 

“Can’t you…can’t you feel it?” he presses, his whole demeanor a complete change from just a minute ago. His eyes are huge like saucers, and his voice is almost shaking. He’s still grabbing your arm, but how it feels more like he’s holding onto you.

“Feel what? I don’t get it, what’s going on? Hyunjae, you’re scaring me,” you ask with concern, not getting his sudden change in behavior. 

“The blood. You’re bleeding.” he replies impatiently, as if you were too slow to catch up on something that’s been obvious the whole time. 

“Am I?” you ask incredulously. Why is he so weird? You’re not injured or anything, except… You shift your weight. There is a dampness in your panties that haven’t been there a while ago. Oh.

“Oh,” you whisper. “Yeah, I guess I am…”

“You guess? I can smell it, Y/N,” he whines. “Can I..can I have it please?” he asks with a small voice. 

“Have it?” you ask, feigning a surprise, but you know what he wants. It’s not the first time he expressed a desire like that, but he has never been so desperate to ask for it so insistently. But you’re not the one to give up so easily. You could use an orgasm to help you with the cramps though.

“Don’t make me say it,” he pleads, looking borderline desperate. And that’s something you really like seeing on him.

“Oh you’re going to say it. If you won’t, you’re not getting anything,” you smirk. 

“Y/N..can I please eat you out? Please, I haven’t had a drop of normal blood in weeks and you smell so good… Please, don’t let it go to waste,” he begs, falling on his knees. He hugs you around your hips and looks like he’s fighting with himself to not rub his face all over your crotch to get more of the scent. 

“2 weeks of washing dishes and I get to choose what we watch, and it’s all yours,” you spit out. You’re not going to let the opportunity to get something out of it slide like that. 

“Deal,” he breathes out and lifts you just like that. He takes a few strides across the room and almost throws you on the bed with how in hurry he is. You reach to take off your sweatpants and underwear, but he’s already there, ripping it off you as if it personally offended him. 

It takes him just a few seconds before he’s straight up latched onto your pussy. His tongue licking all around, gathering all the blood that already leaked out of you, licking you clean. It’s hot and wet and his warm breath on you is arousing, as well as looking at how enthusiastic he is about this whole thing. You briefly think about how this should feel disgusting but it’s hard to think about it that way when he is so into it. And blood is a normal, daily encounter for him. 

He’s also not forgetting about your pleasure. It’s not like he’s just doing it for himself, but he’s really trying to get you off too, flattening his tongue to lick over your clit in broad strokes, until he slowly builds up the tempo so he can just flick over it. 

It feels really good and you’re getting there, but then, to your displeasure, he moves his tongue to your hole, pushing it as far as he can, chasing the blood and its taste. You whine and you’re considering grabbing him by his hair and moving him back to sucking your clit, but you decide it’s only fair. He can get the blood you promised. Especially since you can see him moving one hand down and taking out his cock, hard and leaking, so that he can jerk it off as he eats you out. 

“Y/N, this tastes so good,” his voice is muffled, since his face is pressed against your pussy. “This is the best thing I’ve ever tasted…Y/N, I’m gonna cum,”  Oh no. 

Now you really yank him off by his hair. He blinks at you, and oh what a sight - his pretty doll face, pale, with eyes glossed over and pupils dilated. His mouth and chin are both red and glistening with your blood and pussy juices. 

“Me first.” you growl at him, and he just nods, too dazed to protest and leans back down. He’s not playing anymore, licking over your clit as best and fast as he can, doing his best to get you off quickly.

You can feel it coming and you don’t want to prolong the wait either, so you let him make you come, your thighs squeezing his head hard, so he couldn’t breath even if he still had to. He continues until he can feel your orgasm fade, and then immediately moves back to tonguing at your hole, trying to get the most of the new blood and slick that gushed out of you when you came. 

You hear the sound of him frantically jerking off and you can even tell when he’s coming, as he’s almost sobbing with pleasure. He slumps down on the bed, completely tired and fucked out. 

“This was really great, thank you,” he wheezes, still catching his breath. “I could do this every day, it’s worth all the dishwashing duty you would bargain out of me.”

You poke his shoulder with a toe. Now that’s an idea. 

“Play your cards right and you can have a whole week of this.”

[daisyvisions]

The Boyz - NSFW Links Edition (Pt.4)

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI because as the title literally states… NSFW links! (all links are afab! reader and are sourced from twitter!)

A/N: Happy Anniversary TBZ! And what better way than to post some spicy videos of our lovely boyz? 😏 (and with extra spice included if you know what I mean 😘) As always, if there are links that don’t work or don’t exist please let me know! Enjoy 💕

Bully!Sangyeon begging you to do this to him after having a dream about you

You and Roommate!Jacob can never get enough of each other after that one night

Returning Enemy!Younghoon another favor you owe him after helping you out again

Classmate!Hyunjae always making your study sessions a little more interesting than the last

Brother’s best friend!Juyeon joining you during your morning shower when he sleeps over

Agreeing with classmate!Kevin your favorite thing to do together when you hookup

What Spoiled Rich Kid!Chanhee dreams about at night if he had you as his

Going back to Ex’s rival!Changmin’s house for some more fun after the party

Fratboy!Haknyeon letting you take the lead to help you practice your skills more

CEO!Sunwoo calling you into his office for some “disciplining”

Trying out more things Boyfriend!Eric after he get so turned on by that side of you

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[yeonmuse]

FALLEN ANGEL

PAIRING Preachers Son Jacob x Innocent Reader ft demon Sangyeon

WORD COUNT | 3.6k

GENRE Smut

WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DNI Jacob likes corrupting you, Sangyeon tempting Jacob, mentions of masturbation, porn without plot, degradation, corruption, pet names like darling, mature language, vaginal fingering, oral, penetration,etc

SUMMARY Jacob isn’t the sweet angelic preachers son everyone makes him out to be. Behind closed

doors he just can’t stop thinking about corrupting you.

An old story of mine rewritten for tbz, i haven’t read through again so sorry if there are typos

“Jacob, tomorrow morning make sure that all pews are neat and each seat has a bible, along with the tithe envelopes, we’ll be having a few new families joining us today for sister leah’s baptism.” His father spoke authoritatively over the phone, having left Jacob alone while he and his mother went on their yearly anniversary vacation. Which meant it fell upon Jacob to take care of their upcoming service since they weren’t home.

“Yes father.’’ Jacob absentmindedly scribbled down all of his fathers orders on a piece of paper

Being the son of a preacher and the town's golden preacher's son meant that everything about him, the family, and its church must be perfect and in no shape or form show anything that presented them as anything other than pure. While Jacobs' father believed he had the perfect family and the most innocent and well put together son he had been completely wrong about the innocence of the man. Growing up his father had always taught him the things that were right and wrong in the eyes of all those holy within that list was the conjuring or deal making with demons or devils, like any kid he would listen and it would all go through one ear and out the other.

“What a daddy’s boy, still following all of his orders like you always did back when we were kids.’’ His mischievous voice cuts through the silence of the place like a knife.

“Sangyeon , I told you to stop showing up here.’’ Jacob sighs as he sits his phone down on the bed and continues to jot down tomorrow's preparations before the next upcoming service.

“Awe now where's the fun in that, i already own half your soul so there's really no getting rid of me unless you bind me to someone else.’’ Sangyeon chuckles as he kicks back on one of the benches with his hands behind his head.

And he was entirely right. When Jacob was younger, Sangyeon and him had been the best of friends, of course any outsider would assume the two hated one another the way they always bickered or annoyed one another. Jacob being the more calm and level headed while Sangyeon had always been the more risky and rowdy one. Well one night Jacob had gotten a call from Sangyeons mother telling him that Sangyeon was gone. Not wanting to lose his best friend Jacob took it so hard that he went against his morals and brought a spirit board home one night. He had been tampering around with things he knew nothing about and somewhere along the line without realizing he made a deal with a demon to bring back his friend. A demon that now not only owned Sangyeons soul, but part of his as well.

“Why is it that even through death and damnation you find ways to annoy me Sangyeon.’’ Jacob shakes his head as he finishes up with preparation notes.

“You’re the one that brought me back, stop acting as if you wouldn’t have missed it.’’ Sangyeon chuckles and sits up from the bench and as if on queue theres a knock on the door and Jacob makes his way downstairs being followed by Sangyeon. As he opened the door there you stood.

Sangyeon didn’t miss the way Jacobs gaze immediately took you in from head to toe and there was a sudden shift in his mood as well as the look in his eyes. Sangyeons lips immediately curled at the sides, a mischievous grin now decorating his lips as a lightbulb went off over his head.

“Well she’s cute cobie, is she the one you’re always moaning about whenever you jerk off alone in your shower.’’ Sangyeon chuckles as his tongue grazes over his fanged teeth, as you look up at Jacob your gaze was so sweet and innocent, Sangyeon couldnt help but eye you with an amused look on his face and a glint in his eyes.

Jacob gave the latter an annoyed look before looking back at you.

“What it’s not like they can see or hear me? Afraid they’ll find out innocent little Jacob isn’t so innocent and pure?’’ Sangyeon stands at his side and watches the interaction between the two of you.

“y/n what are you doing here? were we supposed to study today, did I forget?” Jacob speaks with the softest tone, it was enough to make Sangyeon laugh, having seen straight through his bullshit.

“Actually my parents thought that it would be a good idea to help you out with prep for tomorrow since your parents told them you’d be alone. And they wanted to make sure everything will go well with my sister's day tomorrow.” She gave him an innocent smile, one that Sangyeon found oh so enticing.

Your parents had been quite fond of Jacob since the moment you all first started attending his family's church. They saw him as a sweet well put together man , not to mention he and his family's faith seemed to be quite strong. Unaware of who he truly was behind the scenes they felt he would have been perfect for you. You, their sweet innocent daughter who they raised to be pure and sweet under the eyes of god, which you were. Never been to parties, never caught drinking or smoking. You were exactly what they had raised you to be, a good girl, one that Jacob who was also meant to be pure had thought of corrupting time and time again, but never put into action.

“You think she’s a virgin too? That’ll make it even more fun to corrupt her right Cobie? I bet she is a cute little virgin that's why you like her so much.’’ Sangyeon chimes in and Jacob simply ignores him, trying his best to focus on you alone.

“I see you don’t need to worry I’ll make sure your sister's day goes perfect, but i could still use the help, come in.’’ Jacob responds while leading you inside and over to the couch to have a seat.

“I have no doubt that it’ll be perfect my parents think very highly of you and your father.’’ She laughs as she takes a seat and adjusts her dress.

“Do they now? I wonder how her parents would feel if they knew the things you think of their daughter, she’s cute Cobie, seems innocent too, makes me want to play with her even more.’’ Sangyeons finger slid over your thigh sending a shiver through your body, you being entirely unaware of his presence caused you to believe it was simply just a chill.

“Sangyeon.’’ Jacob calls him through gritted teeth which only earns a laugh from Satoru.

“Just say the word and i’ll leave her alone.’’ His fingers slowly grazed the skin up your legs until he reached your skirt. As he watched as Sangyeon opened his mouth and flared his fangs Jacob could no longer stay silent.

“Sangyeon enough.’’ his voice was so loud it startled you for a second, you were even more startled to see another man appear at your side kneeling at eye level with your thighs.

“Now you’ve done it Cobie, you know the rules looks like she could see me now.’’ Sangyeon chuckles as Jacob silently curses himself for having said Sangyeons name in front of you.

“W-what? Where did you come from? Jacob?’’ Your eyes frantically move back and forth between Sangyeon and Jacob.

“This should be fun. Go on Cobie tell her about your deal.’’ Sangyeon leans against the couch behind her with a huge amused look on his face at his friend's sudden silence.

“Not gonna tell her? Alright, well angel i’m Lee Sangyeon a demon and Cobies best friend, Cobie here gave up half of his soul to a demon to bring me back when i died, but i could only come back under unfortunate circumstances, so guess you can say im his own personal demon.’’ Sangyeon ignores his now annoyed friend sitting there with a look of disapproval on his face.

“You know you really are pretty, I see why Jacob is always thinking about you.’’ he continues on, disregarding the silence between the three of them.

“Sangyeon.’’ Jacob finally glances at him, his eyes now darkening as if queueing Sangyeon to shut up.

“What? I just want to play with her a little. Don't act like you're some sweetheart wanting to protect her. Go on tell her about all those times you’ve jerked off thinking about her, about all those times you’ve had to force yourself to behave around her when she would show up to study sessions in her cute little skirts. What’s stopping me from playing with her now that she knows I'm here? What stops you from playing with her now that she knows you aren't as sweet and innocent as you look?’’ Sangyeons hand wraps around your neck earning a gasp from you as his other snakes around her waist.

“Just look at her Cobie, the way she trembles at my touch and looks to you just to save her and protect her from me. Be her savior then.’’ Sangyeon chuckles and licks a slit up your neck earning a soft whine from you that makes Jacobs cock twitch against his pants.

“She’s so believing in you being her cute little savior, sweet innocent preacher's son, save her then Jacob, live up to your title.’’ Sangyeons tone was quite menacing as he tries to talk Jacob into giving in to his desires.

“Jacob...’’ His name spills from your lips like a silent plea, you were looking for him to help you unaware that you had given him the very push he needed just by calling his name.

“Listen to how desperate she sounds calling out for you Cobie.’’ Sangyeon chuckles as he slides his fingers up your skirt and pushes his fingers past your folds.

“She’s perfectly ready for you to save her.’’ Sangyeons other hand holds your skirt up in place against your stomach revealing how tight you were wrapped around Sangyeons fingers. Seeing such a sight and hearing a cry spill from your lips, nothing else mattered to Jacob but this.

“That’s it show her the real you.’’ Sangyeons fingers moved so quickly against your clit that you had no time to refuse him.

“J- Jacob please.’’ You choke out soft pleas which Jacob simply ignored, he was done putting up his facade especially having gotten to see you in this position, legs spread wide on his own couch with his best friends fingers buried deep in your cunt.

“God your whining is so pathetic it makes me want to ruin you even further.’’ Jacob finally speaks, making you fall silent and Sangyeon laughs behind you.

You were completely taken back by Jacobs sudden change. Moving closer to the two of you he lets out a dark chuckle as he helps Sangyeon hook your panties to the side, pushing a finger through your folds he then brings it to the lips. This was the complete opposite of the Jacob you knew, the Jacob he pretended to be around you.

“How is she?’’ Sangyeons face had been close to your neck, you felt his fangs graze your neck as if warning you not to make one move. Which meant you were forced to keep your eyes on Jacob, watching the way his head falls back and he lets out a soft hum at the taste of you.

“Such a sweet girl, let’s take our time with her Yeon.’’ A desperate whine spills from your lips as Jacob buries yet another finger inside of you.

“Make sure she doesn't get too rowdy Yeon, shut her up until she learns to be silent, wouldn't want your parents to hear anything from next door now would you darling? Their good little girl being fucked by a demon and the person they think so highly of.’’ Sangyeon whispers near your ear before biting into the skin on your shoulder earning a loud scream. Your scream is swallowed up into Jacobs mouth as he takes your lips against his in a kiss.

While he had you distracted with his kiss he took a moment to unbuckle his belt and pull out his cock, he didn’t miss the soft whine that spilled out from your lips and into his as he kissed you. Grabbing hold of your hair he roughly pulls away from your lips before shoving his cock deep down your throat without warning.

“Shit.’’ he grunts out as he thrusts into your mouth the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat over and over as he disregards every gag or cry that spills from your lips as well as the tears that form in your eyes slowly falling down your beautiful face.

“Shit look at how wet she is Cobie, she likes it, how cute, corrupted little angel getting turned on while she’s being used like a fuck toy.’’ Sangyeon presses his thumb against the sensitive bud between your folds, smiling at the way your body jerked and convulsed at his touch.

“And here we were thinking you were just a good little girl that did everything her parents asked.’’ Sangyeon chuckles and watches as his friend simply went crazy showing no mercy whatsoever as he abused your throat.

“Tell me princess will you still play innocebt after this, fucking someone who isnt even your boyfriend and a demon right next door to your own home, how naughty. I guess i’ll have to continue to fuck away your innocence every time i see you from now on.’’ Jacob holds a fistfull of your hair, his grunts and moans of pleasure echoing throughout the entire house so loud he would have expected a noise complaint.

“Does this make her ours? Our personal little plaything.’’ Sangyeon chimes in cheerfully earning a glare from Jacob.

“Don’t act as if you haven't marked her already I saw you bite her Sangyeon.’’ Jacob growls and the moment he gets ready to cum he could hear a knock at the door and a chime on your phone and he was forced to stop.

With a chuckle he he places you on his lap as he takes a seat on the couch, while Sangyeon slips your phone from your purse.

“Looks like mommy and daddy are at the door sweetheart, i think i'll let them know you aren’t here at the moment.”

“Remember pretty girl, you make a sound and your entire family will know their innocent yn is just a dirty little girl that likes fucking demons.’’ Hoisting up your skirt Jacob places his hands on your ass and lifts you up gently sliding you down into his cock. After having texted your parents that you and Jacob had taken a break from studying to go out into town for food, Sangyeon places your phone down and walks over to you. Hovering over you he takes a fistfull of your hair and shoves his cock into your mouth until he completely bottoms out.

Jacobs eyes fixate on your bouncing figure as he watches your desperate movements. He found both amusement and pleasure at the way you so willingly gave in to him and Sangyeon now. his breath catching at the sight. Hearing your moans of pleasure and loud exclamations, a primal growl escapes his lips. Sangyeon tightens his grip on your hair upon feeling your cheeks hollow around his cock. As Jacob caught sight of you reaching up to stop Sangyeon from fucking into your throat he’s quick to grab your arms and force them behind your back.

“Nono angel, go ahead and take him like a good girl, i'm sure you can take it baby.” he thrusts his hips up with increasing force and speed. The sound of your bodies colliding fills the room along with the sweet sounds of your moans as if you were harmonizing, a symphony of your own pleasure and desire.

His eyes lock with Sangyeons, a mixture of lust and tenderness in his gaze. "You’re lucky to even be this close to her, enjoy yourself while it lasts Yeon" Jacob warns Sangyeon before letting out a breath, his voice filled with a mix of urgency and adoration.

His sultry voice only makes you eager to have him finish inside of you. The rotation of your hips and force of her bounces became stronger. As youre riding him so desperately your eyes catch a glimpse of Sangyeon, you immediately clench at the sight of him loving the way that his head fell back and loud groans spilled from his lips at the way your lips so skillfully sucked him off.

your gaze losing all its innocence, suddenly changing into one so lustful and sensual that it would make any man crumble at your feet. In that moment you didn’t seem to care about the consequences of your actions as you had both of them invoking unawakened pleasures within you you had never felt before that day. The more they gave in to their desires the more compliant you became, you wanted them to do whatever they wanted with you from this point forward, you'd allow them to completely destroy you however they wanted.

“Looks like you’re ready to cum already Cobie, she that good?’ Your hips rotation and skill of your tongue pulling the lewdest of moans from both parties.

Jacobs body tenses under the intensity of your movements, his breaths becoming more ragged as he nears his peak. Only thing you hated about this was the fact that you couldnt take in how beautiful he looked behind you. The sweat dripping down his neck as his hair fell loosely upon his face

He watches you, captivated by the way your hips rotate and the force of your desperate bounces. The feeling of your tightness and the way you clenched around him driving him wild with pleasure. The sound of their moans fills the confession box, a testament to the pleasure they're experiencing together.

Sangyeons eyes meet yours, his own filled with a combination of desire and a hint of dominance. His hips continue to move with a fervent rhythm as he takes control, giving in to the primal urge to dominate and see you crying at the force of his thrusts into your throat. The squelching sound from Jacob burying himself deep into your cunt intensifies the pleasure building within you.

Jacobs hand wraps around your neck, his grip tightening immediately around your throat as your body convulses with pleasure, his fingers combined with his rough thrusts earning gush after gush from you, your squirting only fueling his desire further. He watches your reactions, attuned to your every whimper and moan, while maintaining a careful balance of control and intensity. With a growl, he delivers harder thrusts, his hand still firmly wrapped around your throat, his dominance and control evident in his movements. He takes in the sight of you, the way your body trembles beneath him, your moans of pleasure echoing in the room.

"Too much, pretty girl?" he taunts, his voice laced with desire. "Or is it just enough? I want to make you lose yourself, to make you completely mine. My pretty little sinner. I'll corrupt you over and over again."

As the intensity between them reaches its peak, Jacob also continues to ravish you, the both of them taking you to the brink of ecstasy. All of your bodies move in unison, a dance of passion and pleasure, until you’d all succumb to the overwhelming release that awaited.

“Fuck look at her, shes making a mess.” Sangyeon groans as he looks down on the scene before him. You had never squirted so much in your life, actually you had never even squirted before in your life. Jacobs' couch had been completely soaked after Jacob having made you do it over and over again after seeing you do it the first time. He didn’t even care even if you begged him to let you cum. He found pleasure in edging you in ways that brought tears to your eyes and had you trembling for your release.

Sangyeon took pride in the way you gazed up at him, mouth full of his cock while drool spilled down your chin, your lip gloss a complete mess.

Upon feeling your body convulse and your trembling legs against his lap Jacob knew you were reaching your breaking point. His eyes darken with a mix of satisfaction and desire as he takes in the sight of you in such an overwhelmed state. Your body trembling, the evidence of the three of your escapades staining the couch. He relishes in the marks he's left on your skin, the hickeys adorning your skin a testament to him having corrupted you. Feeling your desperation and hearing your whimpered please, His own control begins to waver. He knows the both of you are on the edge, bodies yearning for release. With a final, powerful thrust, he pushes you both over that edge. Sangyeon is not too far behind allowing you all to release in synchronicities.

A guttural moan escapes his lips as he finds his own release, the intensity of it coursing through his veins. As you ride the waves of pleasure together, he holds you close to his chest savoring the aftermath of the encounter. THe way you lay against him so fucked out and pretty.

“From now on you’re mine, no one else looks at you or touches you, the only one allowed to corrupt your pretty little mind angel, is me.”

[jinkoh]

sins of the flesh

younghoon x fem!reader x demon!hyunjae

summary: how could you possibly say no when the sweet, sweet reverend asks for your help with a holy ritual?

wc: 5.2k

tags: smut (mdni), manipulation, could be read as dubcon, religious themes, purity/corruption themes, voyeurism, teasing, praise kink, pet names, oral (f receiving), kissing, overstimulation, after care, a lot of plot for sth that was supposed to be pwp, warnings: blood, consumption of dubious liquids, uuuuh demon tongue? 🫣

a/n: forgive me father for this fic is just one big sin 😔🙏🏻 (that ends on a surprisingly soft note) anyway--happy halloween

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“It’s really lucky that I ran into you,” Younghoon said as he unlocked the heavy doors of the church to let the both of you inside. “You’re really my savior today.”

“Oh, no, of course, Reverend,” you stumbled over your own words, feeling way too nervous about being alone with him. You knew your little crush on him was pointless, after all he was the pastor of the local church and no matter how charming and sweet he was, he would always be off limits. He was upright and virtuous, and you felt guilty for the way you desired him, as if just your thoughts of him were already tainting his purity. Still, you couldn’t stop the way your heart was fluttering now that it was just the two of you at this late hour.

He held the door open for you and you followed inside, the church looking scary and looming after dark without any candles to light it up. Younghoon, attentive as he was, seemed to notice your uneasiness. “Just a second,” he reassured with those gentle eyes you loved so much. He reached for an oil lamp and lit it up, the flickering light illuminating your surroundings.

“So, uh,” you started, your voice giving away your nerves, “what did you need my help with again?”

“I’ll explain in a bit. Let’s go to the crypt first.” He started walking towards the stairs that led down into the cellar vaults where you knew the crypt was. You’d never been down there though, and you didn’t think you should be—not just anyone was allowed to set foot into the holy halls beneath the church. But if Younghoon was the one to invite you, it was surely okay, wasn’t it?

“Really,” he said on your descent, “I’m so grateful you’re willing to help out. You’re the perfect person for this, I couldn’t have asked anyone else.”

You felt your cheeks flush with heat. “I’m always glad to be of  help to you, Reverend. And uhm—” you hesitated for a moment, unsure if you were being too bold, but then you decided to say it anyway, “if anything comes up again you can always ask me.”

He briefly turned around to bless you with a smile so wide it made little creases form in the corners of his eyes. “That makes me really happy to hear. I will remember it,” he said as he took the last few steps down. It was darker here, not even the dim light of the moon coming in through the windows. Only the flicker of Younghoon’s oil lamp brought some light into the darkness, but it didn’t help to make the place less scary. A gate made of black iron bars waited at the end of the stairway, keeping unwanted guests out of the crypt. Younghoon fumbled with some keys before he found the right one, unlocking the gate and pushing it open with an uncomfortable creaking noise.

“After you.” He motioned for you to go in first and you did as you were told, even if you’d feel a lot more comfortable following behind him, his tall, broad back in front of you giving you a sense of security. Still, you stumbled inside and towards the altar your eyes could make out through the darkness.

“Don’t be scared,” he said as if he’d read your mind, “what place could be safer than this?”

“Of course, Reverend, you’re right,” you were quick to agree, worried that your guardedness was perhaps offensive to him.

“You know,” he said from right behind you, his voice sounding closer than expected. “You can call me by my name when it’s just the two of us."

Your heart was racing in your chest so quickly, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d heard it. “O-okay.”

“Hmm?”

“Younghoon,” you croaked.

He hummed contentedly. “Good.” You thought you felt his hands ghosting over your back before they came to rest on your shoulders, gently pushing you further towards the altar, past a few rows of stone benches in front of it. He only let go when you’d almost reached it, stepping past you to light the candles framing it. You could make out more of the surroundings now and it only made you more confused about the kind of help Younghoon was hoping to get from you. Despite your studies, you didn’t know enough about religion to recognize the symbols that were painted onto the floor surrounding the altar, nor did you recognize the ornament that stood in the middle of the altar where you’d usually find the cross. But even a rookie like you could tell that all of this belonged to some kind of intricate ritual. 

“Are you sure I’m the right person to help you?” 

“Very sure,” Younghoon turned around from where he’d lit the last candle at the edge of the altar. “In fact, there’s no one better than you for this.”

“So what exactly is this?”

“It’s a cleansing ritual,” he explained. “You know, with everyone confessing their sins within the walls of this church, the bad aura will accumulate if nothing is done about it. So, from time to time it needs to be purified with a little ceremony.”

You’d never heard of anything like that, but it made sense to you. Still—“I don’t know much about ceremonies though.”

“What matters isn’t knowledge, y/n, it’s the purity of your soul.” He came a little closer giving you a reassuring smile. “You have a pure soul, don’t you?”

You nodded, ignoring the little voice in the back of your mind that wanted to remind you of all the impure feelings of affection you harbored for the man in front of you. 

“See? Then it’s all good.” 

He asked you to change into a white gown, showing you to a small chamber so you’d have some privacy. It wasn’t unusual to have a dress code in religious contexts, and Younghoon too was wearing his neat black cassock (that suited him a little too well) so you weren’t thinking anything weird of this. You took off your clothes and left them on a small stool in the corner, neatly folded up, before slipping into the simple white dress. It was  almost reminiscent of the choir robes, but it was shorter than that, the fabric ending right above your knees. You felt exposed when you stepped back into the main vault, the stone floor cold beneath your naked feet, your black socks, too, left behind in the little chamber.

“It suits you,” Younghoon said when you approached him. “Just perfect.”

You didn’t know how to respond, your cheeks burning hot under his attention, so you quickly avoided his gaze. “So, what now?”

He smiled. “Come here.”

As instructed you walked over, careful not to step onto any of the intricate symbols painted on the floor because you weren’t sure if you should. Your gaze flickered to the cup, and more importantly, the small silver dagger that were sitting on the altar, making uneasiness bubble up in your stomach. But Younghoon reached out his hand, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and pulling your attention back to him. It felt too close, too intimate, but you knew you were reading too much into this. Younghoon wouldn’t have any such impure intentions.

“Are you nervous?” He asked.

You shrugged.

“Do you trust me?”

A small glance to the dagger, but then you quickly looked back at him. You knew he was a good person. “Yes.”

“Good.” Younghoon leaned in, his lips briefly brushing your forehead, like a small sign of blessing, before his hand reached for the cup. He closed his eyes and mumbled something in a language you couldn’t understand, Latin maybe, but you knew it must have been a prayer. You watched him, the way his lips moved around the words and the way his eyelids fluttered open once he was done. 

“Here,” he held out the cup for you to drink, and without questioning it you took a sip of the red liquid inside. Wine, you realized, except it tasted sweeter than any wine you’d ever had. Assuming it was enough, you wanted to draw back, but Younghoon kept the cup up against your lips, using his free hand on your jaw to coax you to keep drinking. “All of it.”

The sticky sweet liquid felt warm and heavy in your stomach, but you drank it all, until not a drop of it was left. Only then did he set aside the cup. His thumb brushed over your lower lip, gathering up the last bits of liquid before pushing it into your mouth. “Well done,” he praised and you felt tense under his  gaze, your body pulsing with a weird heat that you decided to blame on the alcohol. You only got pulled out of your trance when Younghoon reached for the silver dagger. You visibly flinched, a newfound rush of panic surging through your veins.

“Shh, it’s okay,” he assured, almost as if he was talking to a frightened kitten. “I wouldn’t do anything bad to you, you know that, don’t you?”

You nodded, but you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling intimidated.

“There’s no need to be scared, y/n. I promise. We just need a tiny bit of blood.”

“Blood?” you repeated, your voice hoarse.

“Just the tiniest drop. It’s not scary at all, and it will barely hurt, love.”

You ignored the way the pet name made your skin tingle, trying to focus on the important matters at hand instead. Slowly but surely, you were feeling like something was odd about all of this. But it seemed a little too late to back out now, and how could you when Younghoon was looking at you so sweetly? You bit your lower lip, your gaze flickering between him and the silver dagger. “It won’t hurt?”

“Just a little sting.”

“...okay.”

He leaned in to kiss your forehead once more, more of a praise than a blessing this time, before he took your left hand in his, drawing the silver blade over your palm in a swift motion. You let out a whimper at the sharp pain that surged through you, teary eyes fixed on the red dots gathering where the dagger had cut through your skin. Younghoon gently guided you to outstretch your arm above one of the more intricate circle designs on the floor, his hand around yours pushing your fingers into a tight fist that made you hiss in pain, your teeth digging into your lower lip to silence yourself. Blood started to gather in your wound, a drop of it rolling down your skin and falling onto the stone below. As soon as it hit the floor Younghoon let go, cupping your cheeks instead and wiping away your tears that had started spilling out.

“Don’t cry, it’s all okay, y/n,” he comforted. His lips grazed your cheeks, kissing away the last of your tears, and you leaned into the touch, closing your eyes and drowning yourself in his warmth.  “It’s already over," he whispered, the words ticklish against your skin.

“Already over?” a strange voice suddenly asked from behind you, making you jerk around in Younghoon’s embrace.

Right there, in front of the altar was now a tall figure eyeing you with a mischievous grin on his handsome face. “I don’t think so,” he continued as he came over to you. “How could it be over before I even arrived?”

“W-who…?” you rasped out, looking up helplessly at Younghoon.

“He’ll help with the ritual. He is a… friend of mine,” he explained but it didn’t feel entirely truthful. 

“Oh?” The other guy seemed amused, “Are we friends now?”

Younghoon huffed a laugh. “What would you call it then, Hyunjae?”

“Hmm. Partners?” Hyunjae stepped a little closer, as if he wasn’t already close enough. He tilted his head down to get on eye level with you, his pitch black eyes taking in every detail of your face, before his gaze wandered over your body down to your feet and back up again. “Though, I guess strictly speaking, my partner is this one?”

You frowned. “What does that mean?”

Hyunjae reached for your wounded hand and held it up to inspect it. He swiped up some of your blood with his index finger. “It means,” he said, bringing it up to his lips and licking the red liquid away, “that you called me here.” Your eyes were automatically drawn to the movement, following the way his tongue darted out before he savored the taste of your blood like it was something delicious.

“You’re scaring her,” Younghoon interfered, and he was right, you were scared, but there was also something else, a weird sense of heat building in your guts that you couldn’t quite explain.

“She doesn’t look that scared to me,” Hyunjae remarked with a satisfied glint in his eyes. “Do you?” 

You felt caught and ashamed, even more so since Younghoon was right there. Instead of answering his question you gave him a defiant glare. “What do you want?”

“Younghoon really didn’t explain anything, huh? I’m here to feed on all the delicious sins that he collected for me.”

“Feed on?” You didn’t understand what that was supposed to mean at all. “But only demons—” You didn’t dare to finish your sentence out loud, the thought of it too absurd to be put into words. You instinctively retreated further into Younghoon’s arms, whose hands on your shoulders made you feel a little more safe.

“Precisely,” Hyunjae grinned and his teeth suddenly looked a little too sharp to be human. 

“But this is a church.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised about all the things that happen in holy halls when the faithful church goers aren’t looking.”

Confused, you turned to the man behind you, “Younghoon, what—”

“It’s okay,” his hands rubbed little circles into your skin. “He’s not here to cause harm. He will leave once the sins have been taken care of.”

“Where are those sins?” you pressed out.

Hyunjae’s eyes seemed to darken with unabashed joy. “Well, where do you think they are?” He leaned in so close, you could feel his breath on your face as his thumb brushed over your lower lip, almost the same way Younghoon had done before. “Wasn’t that wine so sweet?”

Your eyes widened in shock and your hand instinctively came up to your throat, as if you could somehow undo it all, undrink the wine that had rolled down your tongue.

“No,” you whispered barely audible, the panic more present than ever. Had Younghoon lied to you? Were you nothing but a mere sacrifice? Would he just let you be devoured for the sake of the ceremony? “You promised,” you choked out, feeling a new wave of tears welling up in your eyes and spilling down your cheeks.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Hyunjae chuckled at your reaction, something akin to pity in his expression. His hand was still on your jaw, his thumb now coming up to wipe away your tears. The touch wasn’t as soft and gentle as Younghoon’s and you couldn’t bring yourself to feel comforted by it. “I won’t literally eat you, so don’t worry your pretty little head about it, hm? Just enjoy.”

With that he brushed his lips against yours, and you wanted to hate it, your precious first kiss taken like that, but it felt so good. Something about Hyunjae seemed to be electrifying, small sparks tingling beneath your skin at the touch of his lips. It made you want to forget the absurdity of the situation and give in to the pleasure of it all. His fingers moved to your waist, strong hands keeping you in place, as if you had any intention of running away. You closed your eyes to indulge the feeling, small sighs unconsciously escaping your lips. He used the chance to slip in his tongue, and it felt long and sharp and entirely inhuman. He completely devoured you while you could do nothing but pathetically moan into his mouth. But then Hyunjae suddenly pulled away, making you chase the kiss.

“What’s that grim face for?” You heard him ask. You opened your eyes in a confused trance, finding that he wasn’t looking at you but Younghoon instead. The realization that you’d eagerly parted your lips for someone else while the man you’d been harboring feelings for all this time had been right there behind you made your skin crawl with shame.

“Are you not enjoying the show? I’m sure I can draw out even more of those pretty little sounds,” Hyunjae continued, “or do you perhaps wish it was you instead? Feeling a little possessive after all?”

You felt the grip on your shoulders tighten. 

“Don’t pout,” Hyunjae pulled away from you, his hand reaching up to cup Younghoon’s jaw. “You can kiss her all you want later. But we can’t have you get affected by the sins, right? You knew this, when you chose her."

“I’m not pouting,” Younghoon mumbled.

Hyunjae huffed a laugh. “Mhm, sure.” He left a small peck on Younghoon’s nose, right on that pretty little freckle. You felt surprised about the gentle affection of it all and it made you feel jealous, though you weren’t sure whom exactly you were jealous of. Your fingers dug into the skin of Hyunjae’s arm that you hadn’t even realized you’d been holding onto all this time.

“Oh? Feeling left out?” Hyunjae turned his focus back to you with a grin. “Don’t worry, you haven’t been forgotten. We’ll take care of you real good.”

He kissed you again, lips devouring yours until you felt weak in the knees, Younghoon’s arms finding your hips to hold you up.

“Let’s move,” he whispered close to your ear, but you weren’t sure if he was talking to you, because Hyunjae was the one who replied, pulling away from your lips to give a quick approval. Before you could even register it, the demon had already picked you up, practically throwing you over his shoulder, leaving you to wonder where you were headed to. But it only took a few steps before you were welcomed by Younghoon’s arms, who pulled your back into his chest again, helping you get comfortable between his legs—as comfortable as it could get on the hard surface of the altar that you found yourself sitting on. 

“Is this better?” he asked, his arms around you comfortable and warm. You tilted your head to look at him, his face so impossibly close to your own. He looked at you with a tenderness that made your chest ache, and yet there was also that burning desire in his eyes. You wanted to kiss him.

When you started to lean in, you were suddenly stopped by a hand covering your lips though.

“You can’t,” Hyunjae tutted, hovering in your personal space again. He must have pulled himself up onto the altar too, while you’d been distracted. With a firm grip he turned your head back to face him. “You don’t want to put him into danger, do you?”

You shook your head as best as you could with his hand on your jaw.

“Then no kissing him. Not yet.”

“When?” You asked, feeling a little pouty. It just seemed so unfair.

“As soon as we’ve eaten up all those sweet little sins,” he explained with a grin.

“Eat them quickly then.” You closed your eyes and pushed out your jaw, readying yourself to be devoured by him all over again.

“Sure, let’s hurry it along, shall we?” His breath was fanning your lips when he chuckled, but instead of kissing you he pulled away. You flinched when you felt his hand travel up the insides of your legs and you instinctively pressed your knees together when he was about to reach your thighs.

“Oh?” Hyunjae tilted his head in surprise.

“Don’t do that, hm?” Younghoon whispered behind you, his hands traveling down your body to your thighs, gently urging them to open. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

Feeling unsure, you turned your head to glance back at him, legs still pressed together. You thought you wanted to say something, but with the way he was looking at you so sweetly, you forgot all about it.

“Hm?” he hummed, “Aren’t you?” 

You hesitated for a second longer, but then you relaxed in his hold, letting him push your legs apart. “Well done,” he whispered and the words made you tingle with a weird sense of pride. "Such a good girl indeed."

His hands gently caressed the skin on your thighs, leaving goose bumps in their wake. But then there was another pair of hands, their grip stronger, more fierce as they pushed your legs to open a little further.

“Not sure if I should be grateful or jealous that you listen to our Younghoon so well,” Hyunjae mumbled with a little shake of his head, before scooting down further.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a trembling voice.

“Eating,” Hyunjae replied easily, fingers pushing at your gown that had already ridden up quite a bit.

“It’s okay,” Younghoon soothed, taking over and pulling the white fabric all the way up to your chest, leaving you exposed to both him and the demon between your legs. “See,” he whispered, his hand moving to your lower stomach and your eyes automatically followed the movement, confused about the weird mark that had appeared on your skin, right above the hem of your underwear. “We have to get rid of this,” he explained. “Hyunjae will get rid of it for you, hm?”

You glanced at the demon and he briefly darted out his sharp tongue. “I’ll be sure to make it enjoyable for you, sweetheart.” The demon's hands found purchase on your hips as he leaned in close, tracing the weird mark on your lower stomach with his soft lips. The sensation made you feel ticklish and you tried to back away, but the hold on your hips was strong and Younghoon behind you didn't give you much room to back away anyway. 

"You're already this nervous? We haven't even started yet," Hyunjae said as his fingers hooked under your panties. Panic rose up in you as you felt the way he slowly started to drag the fabric down and your hands immediately flew to his arms, trying to push him away. "No, don't," you whimpered, feeling tears well up in your eyes for the nth time that night.

"Haven't we been over this?" Younghoon whispered into the crook of your neck, nibbing at the skin. His fingers reached for your wrists and pulled them close to your chest, holding them in place. "We need to let him do his job, hm?"

"But it's scary," you choked out, hands straining against his hold.

"It's not scary at all," Younghoon whispered.

"Promise?"

"Of course, love. I wouldn't lie to you." 

"Okay," you pressed out and you didn't resist this time when Hyunjae was slowly pulling your panties down your trembling legs.

"I won’t hurt you," the demon whispered as he pressed another kiss to the mark. "I'll make it feel so good." His lips moved a little lower, leaving a trail of kisses in their wake as he moved to your now exposed core. When you felt his breath fanning over your most private parts you wanted to close your legs again but as if he knew, Younghoon was giving your wrists a little squeeze and you kept them open.

"So obedient," Hyunjae commented with a grin and then suddenly you felt his tongue on you, licking over your clit and making you gasp out at the unfamiliar sensation. He didn't give you much time to get used to it though, starting to suck on your sensitive bud and making you shiver.

"See? It's not scary at all," Younghoon whispered into your ear.

"Feels weird," you whined, a strangled moan escaping your lips when you suddenly felt a finger prodding at your entrance.

"It's not weird at all," Younghoon pecked your cheek, "It feels good."

"Feels good," you repeated dumbly and the man behind you hummed  contently.

Hyunjae’s mouth kept assaulting your clit while his finger was quickly joined by a second one, the stretch making you squirm in Younghoon’s embrace. The strange heat that had been bubbling in your guts since before seemed to be building up to something more, something unfamiliar that you couldn’t place. Small noises escaped your throat and you desperately tried to keep quiet by pressing your lips together, but Younghoon wasn’t having any of that. He moved your wrists into one hand, softly coaxing your mouth open with the other.

“Let him hear you, love,” he mumbled as his thumb pushed into your mouth, “let him know how good he’s making you feel.”

Unable to keep yourself silenced with Younghoon’s thumb between your lips, you let out a wanton moan. Hyunjae groaned in response, the vibrations of it making you shiver.

“You sound so good,” he praised, removing his lips from your clit to look up at you with hungry eyes. You felt yourself clench around his fingers and it drew a small chuckle out of the demon. “You like that?” He asked almost sweetly, “Like being told how good you are for us?” The whine you let out in response was all the answer he needed.

“That’s so cute,” Younghoon whispered into your ears. Right then, Hyunjae pulled his fingers from your core, making you feel empty and cold until he replaced them with his warm tongue. It’d already felt different when he’d kissed you before, but this was on a whole new level. It was long and big as it moved inside of you, easily reaching places his fingers hadn’t even touched. The sensation was entirely too strong, but the moment you tried to close your legs, Hyunjae’s hands were back on your thighs, holding you open for him to devour.

“‘S too much,” you slurred, heart racing and eyes blurry.

“Just a bit more,” Younghoon left sweet little kisses on your neck that didn’t seem to match the intensity of Hyunjae’s tongue on you at all. “Doing so well.”

“I can’t” you shook your head, overwhelmed by the unbearable heat in your guts. “‘m scared.”

“There’s no need to be scared,” he assured, while Hyunjae kept on with his ministrations. “I’m right here, my love.”

“Too much,” you choked out again, but then it was as if the heat inside of you snapped, an overwhelming sensation washing over you and taking all coherency with it. You shook as Hyunjae kept going, prolonging the feeling until you were a whimpering mess, begging him to stop. He left a peck on your overly sensitive clit that drew another whine from you, before finally drawing back.

“You did so well,” Younghoon praised.”

“Did I?” you mumbled hazily, still dazed with the aftershocks. 

“Didn’t she?” He turned to the demon that was now hovering above you, his eyes glowing in a pretty gold color that drew you in. “So well,” he agreed before he leaned in to kiss you, the taste of your own release invading your senses. “And you’ll do well again, right?”

“Again?”

“Mhm,” Younghoon hummed close to your ear, his hand moving to thumb over the mark on your stomach that seemed to have gotten a little more faint but was far from gone, “Just a few more times. But it’s not scary at all, right?”

“‘s not scary” you agreed,“Feels good.”

“Good,” Hyunjae smiled, pecking your lips again in a way that almost felt sweet and way too affectionate for someone who is supposedly a creature from the underworld. But what did you know? It wasn’t anything for your fuzzy mind to contemplate over anyway, not with the way his lips trailed back down your body, making you shiver in anticipation of what you knew was to come.

Hyunjae pushed you over the edge again and again, making you feel so high on pleasure and adrenaline, you almost forgot the point of all this. All you knew was how good his tongue made you feel, and how warm Younghoon’s arms were around you.

“Can’t,” you babbled as you felt the familiar build up in your core yet another time, “‘m empty already.”

“Not quite,” Younghoon traced the faint remains of the mark on your stomach, “just one more, hm?”

“N-no,” you choked out, your fingers burying themselves in Hyunjae’s hair, without actually trying to push him away. His tongue was working you relentlessly and you felt like you were going to pass out if he kept going—but then it also felt so good. When he got the heat inside of you to snap one more time, the intensity of it had you seeing stars and you swore you left earth for a moment there. When you came back to your senses, both of them were littering you with soft pecks and praises.

“I knew you’d be perfect,” Younghoon whispered into your ear, “took it all so well.”

“‘S over?” you asked drowsily, and when he nodded you relaxed further into his embrace, letting your eyes fall shut and just bathing in the warmth and comfort they were showering you with. Your hands eventually found their way to the back of Hyunjae’s neck, fingers running through his hair.

“Wanna kiss you,” you mumbled thoughtlessly.

“Yeah?” He asked, leaning in until you felt his breath on your lips.

“Yeah.”

“Do it then,” he whispered and you didn’t hesitate to brush your lips against him. He reciprocated the kiss, slow and tender in a way you didn’t think demons should be capable of. You leaned into it, opening your mouth for him and letting him explore you slow like that.

“I like this,” you eventually mumbled into his mouth, before letting your head fall back against Younghoon’s shoulder. “Wanna kiss you, too.”

“You can.”

“I can?” The happy disbelief in your voice drew a chuckle from him. “Mhm,” he nuzzled your neck, “Hyunjae ate all the sins right up, so you can.”

You turned to look at him as good as you could, nose brushing against his due to the proximity. “And do you want to?” you asked carefully, gaze flickering between his eyes and the pretty, pretty lips you’d been dreaming about one too many times. Instead of a reply, he leaned in and closed the distance, just a brief touch that was over way too quickly.

“I do,” he whispered, “I do want to.”

“Then do it properly,” you complained and it caused him to chuckle all over again, before he relented and kissed you properly, lips moving together with yours just the way you’d dreamed it up.

Lost in the kiss, you almost didn’t notice the way Hyunjae was drawing back, but the absence of his warm body against yours made you feel cold.

“Where are you going?” you asked, hand grabbing his before he could leave for real, “Don’t go.”

“Don’t worry, we're all done, you’re all pure again.”

“Don’t go,” you repeated anyway.

The demon looked surprised, staring at you with wide eyes and the faintest tint of red on his cheeks. “You want me to stay?”

“I guess she took a liking to you,” Younghoon said and you felt him smile against your neck.

“Yeah,” you didn’t even bother hiding it, “so, don’t go.”

The timid little smile on Hyunjae’s lips didn’t go unnoticed as he settled back down, arms coming around your waist and head resting against your chest. “I guess I could stay a bit…”

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