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"my brother's bestfriend" pairing:lee jeno x na!sister reader word count:4.5k chapter two
MINORS DNIwarnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it irl), pinv, cursing, use of pet names (princess, baby, and pretty girl), praise, slight spanking.
you stretch out on chenle's bed, feeling the weight of the long drive home from college still clinging to your muscles. chenle's voice pulls you from your thoughts. "so, are you excited for the 'welcome home y/n' party?"
you shrug. "i guess. i'm just not ready for all of the drama that comes with taeyong's parties."
"you barely even witness it. you are always sucking jeno off somewhere."
you know full well that he's right, but you'd never admit to it. as if on cue, your phone buzzes with a message from jeno.
you roll your eyes and lock your phone, letting it fall onto your chest.
"you done sexting jeno now?" chenle laughs.
"i was not sexting him," you protest.
"suuuure," chenle replies in a sarcastic tone. "that's why you're smiling like a dumbass."
"he's irritating."
"and yet, you keep texting him," chenle points out.
you don't have a good response to that, so you just shrug again. "it's complicated."
"complicated? you're just being a dumbass and hooking up with your brother's best friend because it's exciting," chenle retorts, shaking his head. "don't pretend like you don't have feelings for him."
"i don't."
"keep telling yourself that. but i know damn well that you don't hook up with someone for years without any feelings involved. and i also know how you look at him when you think no one is paying attention. so don't even try and deny it."
"i think you're delusional."
chenle rolls his eyes. "oh sure, i'm the delusional one. has jaemin talked to you at all since you two got into it on the phone last night?"
"nope. he's probably pouting about it somewhere. i don't really care though. he was acting like a dick and he'll get over it ."
"i still can't believe it's because you told him you were thinking about moving into my extra room."
"i know. he acts like i'm still a child that needs to ask permission from my older brother before doing anything."
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the party is in full swing by the time you arrive at taeyong's place. the music is loud, the lights are dim, and the house is filled with the familiar faces of you and your brother's friends.
after what feels like hours of catching up with everyone, you finally find a moment to breathe. you're standing in the kitchen, sipping on a drink, when you feel someone looking at you. you turn to see jeno, his expression unreadable.
"how come you're avoiding me?" he asks.
"i'm not," you reply, trying to keep your tone neutral.
"you walked right past me when you got here."
"you were talking to jaemin," you explain, your patience already wearing thin. "and he's currently not talking to me. i wasn't going to just walk up and start talking to you."
jeno narrows his eyes. "hm. and since when are you and chenle so close? you two used to never get along."
"yes we did. i just wasn't allowed to hang out with him because jaemin kept telling my mom i was staying over there and it caused a bunch of drama. what, are you jealous that i went to hang out with him instead of you?"
"no. i just find it weird that the whole time you are away, you are texting me and shit, and the second you get back, it's like i don't exist."
"hey, you ruined that for yourself. if you weren't such an asshole the last time you drove out maybe i wouldn't be being so rude to you."
his jaw clenches. "how was i an asshole? i had every right to be pissed off. you told me to drive out, and i did, and then you made plans to fuck someone else right in front of me."
"that's a lie and you know it. i didn't talk to a single person the whole time you were there. not to mention you are the only person i've ever slept with." you look around, hoping to find someone to escape to.
"mark's waving me over. i'll talk to you later," you tell him, walking away.
you wander back to chenle and he immediately notices your mood change.
"you okay?" he asks, throwing an arm around you.
"jeno's pissing me off," you admit, filling him in on what just happened.
"don't let him ruin your night, y/n/n. he's just mad because you aren't giving him the attention he wants. come on, let's go dance and piss him off some more."
chenle pulls you to a slightly less crowded area and the two of you dance. more people file in after a while and chenle pulls you into him.
"he's in here. work your magic," chenle whispers, his hands resting on your hips as you grind against him.
but after a while, you realize jeno is barely even paying attention. frustrated, you decide to give up and slip upstairs to use the bathroom.
as you exit the bathroom, you're suddenly pulled into taeyong's room. you stumble a little and look up to find jeno. "of course it's you. what do you want?" you ask.
"you think it's funny to try and make me jealous?"
you roll your eyes and head for the door. this is exactly what you wanted to happen, but you weren't about to let him find that out. "go back to the party. i'm sure you have plenty of other girls to keep you company."
he pulls you back and pins you between him and the wall. "i don't want some random girl. i want you."
"that sucks. not interested," you tell him, trying to hide the fact that you're getting turned on.
he leans in close, his face just inches away from yours. "so you've just decided to act like a brat for no reason then, hm?"
"i'm not a brat." you protest, a little too quickly.
jeno smirks, clearly amused by your reaction. "sure."
your eyes flicker from his lips back to his eyes, and then back before you can stop yourself.
his cocky smirk from earlier growing wider as he notices your gaze. "you're a little too obvious, princess."
his mouth is on your neck now, planting soft kisses. you hate that it feels so right when you're supposed to be angry at him, but your body isn't getting the memo, instead, betraying you with the increasing heat between your thighs and the goosebumps spreading across your body.
without warning, he lifts you up and you wrap your legs around him while he carries you over to the bed. your back hits the sheets and he's above you, his mouth reclaiming your neck. you're still trying to maintain your composure, but you absolutely lose it when he grinds against you.
he lifts his head from your neck and his eyes meet yours. "you're so bad at pretending to hate me."
"shut up."
he laughs and kisses you, this time with more urgency. you bite his bottom lip in return, making him groan. his fingers glide over the soft skin of your stomach as he slides the shirt up your body, exposing more of your skin to him. he's taking his time, sliding it up excruciatingly slow just to tease you.
you're tired of him being cocky and you want to see him fall apart under your touch. you break the kiss and push his shoulders back, switching your positions so you're straddling his lap. he's still smirking up at you and before he can say anything you press your lips to his again, slipping your tongue between his lips. his hands slide up your thighs, gripping them as you kiss, your hips grinding down on him.
his breath catches and he breaks the kiss, looking up at you. "someone's in a hurry," he mutters.
you ignore him and start undoing the buttons on his dress shirt. you grind a little harder onto him and his head tilts back as he lets out a groan.
his shirt is now fully unbuttoned and you push it from his shoulders, his hands roaming over your sides and up your back. you lean down to kiss his neck, trailing your lips over his skin. his hands find your hips and he presses you down, grinding you against him. his nails dig into your skin and you can feel him getting harder under you. you nibble at his earlobe and he lets out a shaky breath, his grip on you tightening as he tries to control himself.
"y/n" he mumbles, his voice low and strained.
"jeno" you whisper, your breath hot on his neck.
"i hate you," he moans, his hands still gripping your hips tightly.
you have him right where you want him. "that's my line. get your own."
he laughs and something clicks in his mind. suddenly he flips you over and pins your hands above your head with one of his. "can't let you keep this upper hand," he grins down at you.
"i was enjoying that," you pout, attempting to wriggle your wrists from his grasp.
"a little too much," he replies, his grip on your wrists firm. his free hand slides your shirt up and he lets go of your hands for a split second to lift it over your head.
stupidly you try to switch positions and it ends with your hands pinned above your head again. he takes a moment to appreciate the sight before him, biting his lip as his eyes scan over your chest.
"take a picture it'll last longer," you tell him, getting impatient.
"don't need to. you've sent me enough."
he doesn't bother to remove your bra just yet, instead, he continues to kiss along your stomach. he reaches the waistband of your skirt and looks up at you. "are you going to behave if i release your hands?" he asks, his grip on your wrists still firm.
you nod eagerly and he lets go, sitting back on his heels as you prop yourself up and unclip your bra. you toss it onto the floor and he takes your skirt off.
you bite your lip as his finger traces along your inner thigh. "you are such a tease," you whine as his finger brushes over your clothed folds.
"you're one to talk. you look so good like this though. all flushed and spread out for me."
you cover your face with your hands, and he lightly smacks your leg. "take your hands off your face or i'm done."
you take your hands off your face and he slowly slips your underwear down your legs, discarding them somewhere on the floor. his hand moves back up your thigh as his gaze remains fixated on you. "you're so beautiful," he tells you, and you can't help the small whimper that escapes your lips as his thumb brushes closer to where you want him most.
"please," you beg, your hips arching towards him.
"please what, baby?" he asks.
"t-touch me already," you manage to stutter out, your nails digging into the sheets.
his thumb slightly grazes your clit, causing you to let out a gasp. he dips his finger lower, circling your entrance before pulling away.
you groan in frustration. "they're going to notice one of us is gone soon."
"is that you tapping out?" he asks.
you're torn between your frustration and your desire. "no. i just need you to fuck me. if you don't want to, i'll go find someone else."
his gaze darkens at your words, the amused expression on his face disappearing in an instant. "what did you just say?" his tone is low.
"you're not the only guy here who wants me, you know." you reply, trying to sound unaffected by his intimidating glare.
he scoffs before flipping you harshly onto your stomach. "you think i'm going to just let you go find some other guy after you just admitted downstairs that I'm the only guy you've ever slept with?" he smacks your ass and you gasp at the sudden roughness.
"what are you going to do?" you ask, your voice coming out breathier than intended.
he takes your hands and pins them above your head again, his chest pressed firmly against your back. "who else here wants you? hm?"
you feel the heat between your legs grow more intense as he speaks. he pulls back slightly, still holding your wrists together above you. you can feel the material of his jeans against your bare skin, the feeling alone causing you to grind back against him slightly, desperate for any kind of friction.
as expected, he notices your desperate attempt to get friction and laughs. "now, princess, we need to discuss your punishment."
"punishment?"
"i think you need to learn a lesson in obedience, and the most effective way is to deny you the pleasure you so desperately crave."
your eyes widen in disbelief. "no. that isn't fair."
"and why isn't it?"
"because iâŚ" you trail off, unable to find the right words to say.
"because youâŚ" he prompts, letting go of your wrists. "finish your sentence, princess." his hands move down your body, slowly, tracing patterns on your skin.
"because i-" you start again, unable to form a coherent thought with his hand slowly sliding lower.
"you're going to have to do better than that if you want to come tonight."
you whine softly, your body practically begging for him to touch you. you feel yourself grow wetter. "i'm sorry. please fuck me and just forget what i said." you mumble.
"hmm, i don't know. you tried to threaten me just five minutes ago. i think you need to learn some patience, pretty girl." he tells you, kissing your neck.
you arch your back again, trying to get closer to him. "please. i'll be good."
"do you promise?" he whispers, the low timbre of his voice making your knees weak.
"yes, yes, i promise. i'll be good." you reply, your words becoming more desperate as you push your hips back to meet him.
"you really are pathetic. you know that."
you feel a strange mix of humiliation and pleasure wash over you. "i'm sorry," you murmur.
"sorry?" he asks, his tone suddenly cold. "what are you sorry for?"
"i'm sorry for being bratty earlier," you rush out, your voice trembling slightly.
"that's it?"
"no, i'm sorry for threatening to leave and find someone else and i'm sorry for being impatient."
"andâŚ" he prompts again.
"i-i don't know."
"you don't knowâŚ" he sighs, pulling away. you feel a momentary sense of panic wash over you, worried he's going to leave you desperate and unsatisfied.
"i don't. i'm sorry."
"what about the whole thing with chenle downstairs, hmm."
"i'm sorry for trying to make you jealous."
"mm, good girl." he praises as you hear him undoing his belt.
you can't see him from your current position, but you can feel his weight shifting behind you, followed by the sound of his belt and jeans hitting the floor. you bite your lip in anticipation, your body still craving his touch.
"arch your back for me, pretty girl." you follow his instructions and feel his hands on your hips as he positions himself behind you. "you look so perfect like this." he murmurs. "so eager and desperate for me." you shiver under his touch, your body responding to his words without hesitation.
"please," you whisper, your voice hoarse. "i need you."
"need me, huh?" he muses. "do you deserve me, baby?" the question hangs in the air, and he waits for your response.
"yes. please. i'll do anything." you plead, your need for him overshadowing any sense of pride you may have had earlier. "touch me, please."
"i like seeing you desperate." he tells you and you feel him shift slightly, his body pressing closer to yours. you feel his tip tease your entrance and you let out a breathy moan. "you ready?" he asks and you nod. "words, baby. i need to hear you say it."
"yes," you tell him.
his grip on your hips is firm as he pushes into you, a low groan escaping his mouth. he pauses for a moment, allowing you to adjust before he starts to move. "you're going to take all of me, right baby?"
"mhm," you hum.
his motions are slow and deliberate, making sure you feel every inch of him. you arch your back, pressing your hips back against him, the feeling overwhelming.
"that's my good girl. taking me so good," he whispers.
he picks up the pace of his thrusts and you feel yourself getting lost in the sensations, your mind a foggy mess. your fingernails dig into the sheets desperately as you try to find something to anchor yourself to. "oh, f-fuck," you moan, the sound catching in your throat as he finds a steady pace.
he presses closer to you, his chest pressing tightly against your back as he nuzzles his face into your neck. "you feel so good," he says between kisses, his breath hot against your skin. the combination of his movements and the praise has you in a state of ecstasy.
"don't stop," you manage to gasp out. his pace remains steady, drawing out your pleasure for as long as possible. you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your legs start to shake, causing you to clench around him, desperate for release.
"you close, baby?" he asks, and you nod frantically in response, too lost in the moment to form words.
he presses one final kiss to your neck before suddenly pulling out. you whine but he just laughs in response. "no, no. don't worry, we aren't done yet."
you feel a mix of curiosity and frustration as he guides you onto your back, gently maneuvering your limbs to his liking. he takes a moment to appreciate the sight of you spread out for him again before sliding back between your thighs.
your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling him closer and deeper inside you. he lets out a moan as his hands trail over your body. "you're so perfect," he whispers, his voice filled with admiration and awe.
his pace quickens and you can feel yourself getting close again. he presses his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy. his thrusts grow harder and more erratic, your moans growing louder in response.
you feel yourself teetering on the edge, your nails digging into his back as your legs start to shake again. "i-im-" you stumble over your words, your body writhing with pleasure.
"i know, baby. go ahead."
your body tenses as you reach your release. he continues his movements for a couple more thrusts and releases inside you before collapsing on the bed next to you.
you lay there for a moment, both of you panting heavily. "i don't think i'll be able to walk tomorrow," you finally say, breaking the silence between you.
he laughs, his breath hot against your neck. "i'd apologize, but that means i'd have to regret it," he teases.
you roll your eyes, a small smile playing on your lips. "you're such an ass," you mutter, although your words lack any real annoyance.
"you love it." he retorts, pulling you closer to him.
the two of you lay there for a little bit until jeno realizes that your eyes are closed and decides it's probably time to try and get you up. "we should probably head back down soon," he tells you, pushing the hair out of your face.
you let out a groan of irritation at being woken from your momentary peaceful bliss. "five more minutes." you beg, burying your face against his chest.
"we both know that if we stay up here any longer, you're gonna end up falling asleep and not wake up until tomorrow," he says, gently untangling himself from you and sitting up. you roll onto your back to pout at him as he stands up and starts to get dressed, the sight leaving you with conflicted feelings.
you hate to admit it, but you kind of like the side of him that's gentle and caring. it clashes so much with his arrogant and cocky personality. once he's fully dressed, he turns to look at you, still lying there naked and pouting.
"come on, princess, up you get," he tells you, picking up your scattered clothes from around the room and setting them on the bed beside you.
you sigh, slowly sitting up and stretching your arms above your head. you grab your bra and put it on. he watches with amused fascination as you struggle to pull on your skirt while still sitting down. you stumble forwards when you try and stand up as your legs feel like jelly. he catches you before you can fall.
"careful, baby," he tells you, wrapping his arms around your waist to steady you.
"stop calling me baby," you grumble.
"sorry, my bad. i meant pretty girl," he jokes, the pet name making you roll your eyes.
you don't know why, but his taunts don't seem as irritating as usual. "whatever. let's go downstairs," you say, reluctantly untangling yourself from him.
the both of you head for the door. "do you want a piggyback ride downstairs?" he asks, turning around to face you.
"do you think that's a good idea? what if someone sees us?"
"it's better than watching you tumble all the way down the stairs. and if anyone sees us i'll think of something, don't worry." he tells you, crouching down in front of you.
you reluctantly climb onto his back. "if you drop me, i swearâ"
"yes, i'm aware. you'll kick my ass," he laughs, standing up and starting to descend down the stairs.
the two of you make it downstairs without incident. jeno sets you down and you glance around the room, the only person you notice watching the two of you is chenle.
"i'll text you later, yeah?" jeno says, fixing his shirt that got messed up on the way down here. you nod, waving him off as he goes back to his friends.
chenle waves you over. you walk over and sit next to him, expecting him to say something, but he only creepily smiles at you instead.
"what are you smiling about?" you ask, feeling a pit of dread in your stomach.
"did you two, y'knowâŚ" chenle gestures vaguely, leaving the rest unsaid.
you feel your cheeks get hot, feeling embarrassed at being caught and wanting to strangle him for his meddling. "it's none of your business," you mutter, trying to brush him off.
"you're blushing. you totally did!" he exclaims, nudging you with his elbow. "so spill, did he finally admit his feelings?"
"what are you talking about?" you ask, genuinely confused as to what he's getting at.
chenle rolls his eyes, clearly exasperated by your cluelessness. "jeno is obviously in love with you. he just likes to act like a dick as a defense mechanism," he explains, as if it should be obvious.
"no he isn't. shut up."
"oh, please. he's like a lost puppy around you. you laughed the one day and the guy practically broke his neck to see who made you laugh. it's so obvious he's utterly smitten."
"i think it's time for you to be cut off. you've reached your limit," you tell him, taking his beer.
"hey!" chenle whines, trying to get his beer back.
you stick your tongue out at him and take a sip of his beer, enjoying the sight of his annoyance.
"ew now i'm definitely getting a new one. i'm not about to indirect kiss with jeno's cock."
you choke on your sip of beer, coughing and spluttering as you try and regain your breath. chenle laughs wickedly beside you. he pats your back until you've finally stopped coughing, your face even more flushed than before.
"you so deserved that one," he teases, unable to contain his amusement. you glare at him, pushing him away.
"you okay, y/n?" mark asks, walking up to you guys.
you nod, still trying to catch your breath. "yeah, i'm good. just swallowed wrong," you cough out.
"that's what she said." chenle says, causing you roll your eyes but can't help the small smile that tugs at the corner of your mouth.
mark looks between you and chenle. "just don't let him corrupt you, okay?" he jokes.
"you should be telling her not to corrupt me. she isn't as innocent as you think," chenle tells him.
you feign offense, placing your hand against your chest. "how dare you! i've never done anything wrong in my entire life." mark laughs at your dramatic display, clearly not believing a word you say.
"we all know that's a lie," chenle chimes in. "remember that time you-"
you shove your hand over his mouth to stop him from continuing. "don't finish that sentence."
chenle licks the palm of your hand and you yank your hand back, wiping it furiously on your skirt. "you're disgusting."
"you two are interesting," mark says, shaking his head before walking away.
as soon as he's out of earshot, you look over at chenle. "i jerked jeno off with that hand."
chenle's face turns to pure disgust in a matter of seconds. "i think i'm going to be sick." he tells you, and you laugh as he gets up and runs away, wiping his tongue on his sleeve.
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LEE MARK FIC REC LIST
s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst | suggestive is noted
give all these authors so much love please!!!! i had to include as much as possible!! supa long fic rec list ;) recommendation masterlist here
this is (not) easy *personal fav [ friends with benefits!mark x fem! reader ] s,f,a
sweet cream, cold brew [ nerd barista!mark x fem!reader ] s,f
raw. [ established relationship ] s
delphinium , part two [ virgin religious!mark x pagan reader ] s,f
the marriage and baby project [ fake dating au, roommate au ] s,f,a
sunday kind of love [ frat!mark x inexperienced/soft fem!reader ] s,f
flipside [ street racing au, strangers to lovers au ]
cherry flavored thoughts [ perv nerd!mark x popular fem!reader ] s
gorgeous [ college/football au ] s,f
follow through. [ bestfriends to lovers ft. haechan ] s
eyes on you. [ roommate's brother!mark x fem!reader ] s
watch me [ barista!mark x fem!reader, voyeurism ] s
pretty boy [ shy!mark x openminded/playful fem!reader ] s
surviving no nut november [ mark x fem! reader ft. haechan ] s
safety zone [ university au, best friends to lovers, roommates au ] f,a, suggestive
spider boy; ě´ëŻźí [ spiderman!mark x fem!reader, established relationship ] f, suggestive
closed doors. [brother's friend!mark x fem!reader, roommate au ] s
jealousy [ almost step-siblings au ] s,a
deal with it [ established relationship, argument au ] s
real talk [ line chef!mark x fuckgirl!reader ] s,f
on edge [ boyfriend's brother!mark x fem!reader, infedelity au ] s
play with me [ bestfriend!mark x fem! reader, car sex ] s,f
give me the greenlight [ street racing au, childhood friends to lovers ] s,f,a
nervously in love [ established relationship ] s,f
across the room *self promo hehe [ idol!mark x idol fem!reader ] s
roomie high [ stoner roommate!mark x fem!reader ] s
suck my kiss [mark x bandmate fem!reader ] s,f
may i be blunt? [stoner!mark x fem!reader ] s
the best man. [ stranger!mark x fem!reader, wedding au ] s
elevator pitch [ frat boy!mark x fem!reader ] f,a
craving you like the devil craves heaven [ priest!mark x succubus!reader ] s
kiss u right now [ best friend!mark x fem!reader ] s,f
this is new [ loss of virginity au ] s,f
rule breaker [ rockstar au, band au ] s
limit. [ gryffindor!mark x fem!reader ] s
mixtape moans. [ shy!mark x cheerleader!reader ] s
make me sin [ churchboy!mark x fem!reader, childhood friends au ] s,f,a
mark me in your heart [ drug dealer!mark x bartender!reader ] s,a
monetary value. [ rich kid!mark x rich kid!reader ] s,f,a
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đđđđđđđđ park sunghoon x fem!reader
đđđđđđđđ having lee heeseung as your brother definitely has it's ups and downs. despite being a month older than him, he was always there to defend you and help you out in tough situations. the downside? his cute best friend named park sunghoon was totally off limits.
đđđđđ brothers bestfriend x fem!reader. friends to lovers. college au.
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đđđđđđđđ tinie tiny angst, swearings/cursings, suggestive jokes, friendly bantering, kys jokes
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PROFILES ONE & PROFILES TWO
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leave my future wife alone
thirst trap in the morning
boy what the hell
ouu that's not!
he's so hot
are you flirting with me?
have some decorum
hot trioz hang out
get lost sunwoo
wtf is heehoon?
make it happen
dress to impress
sneaky link?
cant lie to you
connecting the dots
our parents for real
amusement park day
not the hard launch
sunwoo vs sunghoon
heeseung finds out
day 69 without heeseung
she means the world to me
dude we're get the band back together
sorry feeling evil
man i hate happy couples
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Couch Comfort (fluff)
The Great War (historical au, fluff, smut, enemies to lovers) by @amourcheol
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Down Bad (So So Bad) (friends to lovers, fluff, smut)
Thirst Trap (smut, fluff, established relationship)
Sonder (angst, smut, knight!cheol) by @jundundun
Gryffindor Captain (hogwarts au, angst, smut, one sided love) by @http-mianhae
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Exes and Oh's (angst, smut, rebuilding relationship)
The Cake In The Back (smut, fluff, rich dilf!cheol)
All For You (smut, fluff, hurt/comfort) by @gfcheol
Push It Down (Sooner or Later It All Will Comes Out) Series by @dontflailmenow
Crossing Boundaries (smut, fluff, single dad au) by @wonusite
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A Witches Apothecary for All Your Desires and Needs (smut, angst, witch!au)
Who's in Control? (smut)
Setting The Mood (smut, fluff) by @playmetheclassics
Black Suit (smut, mafia boss!cheol) by @gyuranhae
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Terrifyingly Innocent The Series (smut) by @twogyuu
I Like You (smau with some written parts. fluff, angst, doctor!cheol x nurse!reader) by @taeyegu
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GUARDIAN GLOVES (M)
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 PAIRING: Boxer! Jeno x ReaderÂ
â WORD COUNT: 12k
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GENRE(S): Brotherâs Bestfriend AU, Childhood Friend AU?, Smut
â SUMMARY:Â No matter how badly you want to start over, your rebellious past follows you to college, and you can't run from it forever Your brother Jaemin was your rock growing up, but now that he has left for an out-of-state university, he can no longer save you. You do not want to burden your brother's best friend, but he might be the only one who can save you from the person of your past who refuses to let you go.
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â WARNINGS: Unprotected sex, sexual intercourse, fighting, harassment, and stalking, mentions of violence, guns and drugs, abusive relationships.
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NOTES: Read with caution, please; some scenes can be intense. Leave nice comments, please <3Â
It was a mistake; you knew it was a mistake; your brother and friends both told you so. Now, due to the enormous amounts of red flags you have ignored, you have found yourself in some hot water. What can you say? Love makes you blind.
âYou cant keep putting up with this! We need to do something,â your friend Ryujin stressed âThis has been going on for too long; im scared something serious might happenâ You were worried that wrinkles might form from how much shes been furrowing her brow.
âIm fine! Its not even that serious, ok? Just drop it,â you say, sitting on your bed with your head buried in your hands as your roommate paced the dorm room. You had never seen her so upset.Â
âNo! I will not sit here while my best friend gets harassed! We need to report this!â
âWe are NOT reporting this ryu; that will only make things worse.â you sigh before sitting back to look your friend dead in the eyes
âHe pushed you down the stairs!?âÂ
âIt was a mistake!â
You met Yuta during your junior year of high school. He was your typical run-of-the mill bad boy; he skipped classes, hung out late, and got high. You knew he was trouble, but that was what you wanted. You grew up rebellious; you were young and dumb. You just wanted attention, and hanging with the wrong crowd got you plenty. You felt unstoppable when you were with Yuta and his crew. When Yuta would parade you around school in your too-short skirt and pretty long legs, you felt special; you felt wanted. Your friends hated him, and they hated what you became. You didnât listen to their warnings, and you stuck around.Â
You stuck around even when skipped classes turned into stolen cars and the weed highs turned into selling. You were stupid to think you could keep up with his lifestyle. You just wanted to piss your family off. You were used to bad boys, but Yuta was something else.Â
She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself âLook, he's clearly getting bold; I'm afraid heâll seriously hurt you!âÂ
âPlease, drop it,â you beg in exhaustion. Its been a long day. You had classes all day, and with your yuta problem, you found yourself getting tired a lot faster. You had to turn in his class work on top of yours, which resulted in more time spent in the library. You had been getting home later and later.Â
âWhat about Jaemin? Have you told him? You know he would do anything for you.â
Your brother left for college the year before you. You couldn't ask him to fight your battles anymore. He got a full ride and was off in another state, living his life, while you were at home bawling your eyes out over the fact that the heartbreaking bad boy broke your heart.Â
You had finally broken up with Yuta when you realized he was cheating on you. You should have seen it coming, honestly, The day you checked his phone and found the messages, he didnt even try to pretend like he cared. He had been talking to several other girls while he was with you. You felt so stupid, and that was your last straw. Let us just say he was not happy about it, and he and his friends have been harassing you since.
âThat's exactly why I can't tell him; I don't need him flying out just to take care of my issues; I can handle them on my own. He's got his own life; he can't afford any more distractions.â
Your brother was practically your hero growing up. Whenever you were in trouble, he was by your side to protect you. Even though he was really only your stepbrother, he didnât love you any less. You would always be his little sister.
 Jaemin had been in and out of the boxing ring for years. Bad boyfriends weren't anything new to you or him; he was the one who typically kept them in check. You were the main reason he picked up fighting; he knew, as your older brother, it was his job to protect you, and he would do it to his last breath. He tried to warn you about Yuta, but you didn't listen. You knew he would drop anything if it meant coming to your aid, but you couldn't ask that of him.Â
You also know he would never let you live it down.Â
You thought once high school was over, you would finally be able to escape Yutaâs torment, but he followed you to your new school. Your brother warned you about him, and now he's not here to protect you anymore.Â
"Ok, what about Jeno?â She states hesitantly,
âAbsolutely NOT!â you scowl, throwing yourself back into the sheets to hide under the covers
âYes! Jaemin literally told you to go to him if you need anything! He probably knew you would be too proud to contact him if you were in trouble.â
You sit back up and throw the covers off of you. âItâs not his problem! I got myself into this mess. I'll get myself out, ok?â you state firmly
"Fine, you know what fine, its getting late Iâm heading to bedâŚbut I swear if heââ
"Ok, Ryujin, thanks really,â you say sincerely. You could never be mad at Ryujin; she was only looking out for you, and you knew she meant well. For all that it was worth, you knew she would always have your back. She would run head-first into battle for you.
You could definitely be mad at Ryujin. In fact, you've been upset for the last hour.
She promised a surprise for you; she said she wanted to take you somewhere to take your mind off of the whole Y*ta situation. Honestly, you were grateful to be getting out of the house; you had been limiting yourself to only going to classes. You were trying your hardest to not run into him.Â
You make sure to dress prettily. You were just too excited to finally have a reason to dress up again. You were so excited, you didn't even blink at the all-too-familiar signs and buildings as Ryujin pulled into the parking lot of a run-down boxing gym.
It's not until you have walked into the threshold and over to the rusty sideline benches that you feel overdressed and out of place. Your eyes scan the room, and everything feels so familiar yet out of place that you feel stupid for not realizing sooner.
As your eyes take in the old tattered banners and boxing ring, you realize you were walked blind into your brother's old gym. He and Jeno used to come here all the time to spar and train. This place used to run official matches and business, but it went bankrupt and had to close. Now it was just a place that hosted underground fighting.Â
You knew what this was about, and you were upset that Ryujin fooled you into coming. You crossed your arms protectively over your chest, and you had hungry eyes staring at you from each angle.
âYou...are... insane,â you hissed at her in anger after you two got settled in your seats.Â
âAnd you are a coward. I'm sorry I lied Ok, but we need his help,â she contests
âYou just walked me into a den full of hungry wolves. We're gonna need a lot more than help now!â You whisper harshly.
"Oh, come on, you know jenoâs not gonna let anything happen to youâ
It was as if saying his name aloud summoned him; the next thing you know, he is in the ring.
You can't help but hold your breath at the sight. He had grown since the last time you saw him, and you didn't even think that was possible. His face was more refined and sculpted, and his arms were toned with muscles. His shoulders would have had you drooling if it werenât for the perdicament you were in. They were broad and covered in cuts and bruises, much like the rest of his body. His body relaxes as he shakes away his nerves. He was standing in one corner of the ring, while his opponent stood menacingly at the other end. You think you hear the announcer call out his nameâwas it Jaehyung? Jaehyoon? Something like that.
You try to duck your head, not wanting to be seen, but you stand out like a sore thumb. As Jeno finished up his quick stretches, his eyes somehow wandered to you. First comes shock, then confusion, and as he rakes his eyes over your outfit, heâs overcome with anger.
Tonight was going to be a long night.
You could hear the scolding nowâŚ
âit's too cold to be wearing thatâ
âit's too dangerous for you to be hereâ
âThis isn't some show; don't bring your friends hereâ
It wasn't even your fault you were here! You already knew he was not going to hear any of that, though.
He fixes you with a stare that says, âWeâll talk later,â and you groan in annoyance.
Before you can even open your mouth to give Ryujin another piece of your mind, the match begins and draws your attention back to the ring.
Jeno sizes up his opponent as they circle each other, looking for openings. His opponent, Jae Something, was twice his size, and honestly, you were a little afraid for Jenos sake. Jae was inpatient and struck first. Jenos weaves left and holds his guard strong. Jeno played the defense; he was patient, and you find that his fighting style was the mirror opposite of his personality. Even though Jeno had a tendency to lose his temper, it was fascinating to watch him change when he stepped into the ring. He moved with poise and thoughtfulness at every turn.Â
Jenos patience rewarded him and he saw an opening In his opponents gaurd. He struck Jae, causing him to stumble back on unsecure footing. This allowed jeno to push his opponent back and switch to offense. Jae was already worn out, and Jeno used this to his advantage, knocking him down and out after hounding him with jabs and hooks.
Jeno was an endurance fighter; his goal wasn't to win through brutality but by outlasting his opponent in a fight.
You were amazed at how far he had come. He was a skilled fighter, as he always had been, but now, after years of honing his craft, you could see he was nothing like the boy you knew before.
The match was over and you were brought back to reality as you realized just what kind of scene you were in. This was an illegal boxing match, and now that it was over, the illegal part really started to stand out. Bets had been placed on the matches before hand and were now being fulfilled. Money was being passed around, and some exchanges even turned aggressive. You knew Jeno had probably wanted you to stick around for your lashings, but this was your queue to get the fuck out of there. You grab Ryujin's hand and try to lead her away from the ever-increasingly aggravated crowd. You navigate through groups of people as you hurry towards the exit.Â
On your way, you trip over your stupid heels that Ryujin convinced you to wear and accidentally bump shoulders with someone. You find your footing and apologize. You try to walk away, pulling Ryujin behind you, but feel a rough hand on your shoulder pulling you back.
âWhere do you think your going?â a gravelly voice calls out.
âI already apologized; let me go,â you grit out, trying to pull away from the man. He was a little bit taller than you and was twice your age. You noticed the wad of cash in one of his hands and the sickishly sweet smile on his face, and you figured he must have placed a winning bet.
âDon't be like that; how about I take you and your friend here out and we go somewhere privateâ he says while flashing his money. âOf course you'll have to work for it if you want a tip,â he says repulsively.
From the corner of your eye, you see Jeno pushing through the crowd. The look on his face gives you the chills.Â
âDonât be scared, baby; I don't bite,â the man says.Â
Oh, youâre not scared of him; your scared for him.
You know what's coming before it happens, and the man is on the ground in seconds. His money flits through the air before joining him on the ground. The man is clutching his face, and before Jeno can get his hands on him again, men dressed in all black pull the man to his feet and drag him out. You figured they must have been something like security.Â
Everything happens so fast, but all you know is that you and Ryujin are both being pulled by an angry Jeno deeper into the building into some back room. Ryujin looks a bit shaken, but you assure her everything is okay now.
 It was dark and chilly in the room. The cement walls offered no warmth as you stood in the middle of what you assumed to be an old locker room. The back of the building was really coming apart; water leaked from the ceiling, and it smelled like mildew. No one really occupies the space anymore.Â
Now occupying the space were Jeno,currently trying to reel in his nerves as he drags a hand down his face; Ryujin, shifting from one foot to another awkwardly; and you, who crossed your arms definitely over your chest as you waited for Jenoâs reprimanding.
âYou know what I'm going to say,â he huffs.
âI'm sorry, it's really not her fault I'm the one who drug her here; I didn't realize how dangerous it would beâ Ryujin tried to defend you, but she didn't know Jeno like you did. He wasnt one for excuses.
âWho are you?â He asks dismissively. Â
Jeno had never met Ryujin before. Ryujin had only heard about him through the stories you would tell her about growing up with him and your brother.
âIm a friend; we didnât come here without a reason we wanted toââ She says but doesnt get to finish
"Jeno, dont be rude. She was only trying to help.â You interrupt. You could not have her bring that up now; you needed his attention back on you.Â
âI'm sorry, Ryujin. Can you give us a moment?â He sighs in apology.
Ryujin gives you a look but takes the hint and doesn't push the topic again. She reluctantly walks to the door and waits outside the room.Â
Once the door shuts behind her, Jeno wastes no time telling you off. âI dont know why your here or whats going on but you need to leave. You know better than this,â he scolds
You wanted to jump off a cliff. This is absolutely not how you wanted to meet him again. You had imagined this meeting a thousand times in your head. When you finally reconnected, you were supposed to show him how mature you had gotten. This whole fiasco definitely sets you back 10 steps.Â
âI wouldn't be here âŚI wouldn't be dressed like this if I had known we would end up here. It was a mistake. We'll leave, ok?" You say arms crossed and closed off as you dig your heel into the ground.
Even after all this time, he still had a soft spot for you. No matter how hard he tried to be stern with you, one look at the pout on your face made him feel bad. He walks over and closes the small distance between you two. He engulfs you in a hug, and youâre reminded of home. He reminds you so much of your past that it makes you nostalgic. He kisses the top of your head affectionately and lets go, and youâre reminded just how smelly and musty he is as his sticky skin peels from yours.
âGross,â you grumble
âI think you'll live,â he jokes with a smile. He's a lot calmer now. He leans down to meet your gaze âI'm sorry for being hard on you; I was just worried. You popped up out of nowhere after all this time.
It was so easy to fall back in step with him. You want to tell him everything; all you want is for him to fix everything, but you are no longer that little girl, and you are determined to prove it.Â
Youâre deep in thought when he asks, âIs everything OK, Storm?â
Your heart skips a beat at the nickname; you haven't heard that in awhile. He's always called you that; when you asked him why, he told you it was because you would stir up so much trouble wherever you went, growing up like a storm. It may have sounded negative, but he didnât mean it like that. He always said it affectionately.Â
âI'm fine; Ryujin brought me here because I said I missed home. She wanted to take me around to some familiar places. I guess she didn't know what really went down at this placeâ You try to cover up the truth.
Your campus wasn't too far from your hometown, and you go home almost every weekend, but hopefully Jeno doesnât know that and buys the story.Â
He looks a bit sceptical. "Lately, its been hard to come by you,â he says âAre you sure your not in any trouble?â
"I've just been busy with school; its nothing really,â you explain.
He just nods, and you know he does not believe it, but he doesnât pry either. âLets get you home; it's getting lateâÂ
When you open the door, Ryujin falls forward, clearly listening in and she gives you a sheepish smile. You grab her arm and pull her along as jeno personally escorts you out and to ryujin's car.
He holds your door open for you and watches as you clamber inside before buckling your seat belt and closing your door for you. You internally groan in annoyance. He was never going to see you as anything but the 7th grade version of you that he first met. The girl needed her brother to save her from herself.Â
You are grown now!
He can practically see the words printed on your forehead as he huckles to himself. He didnât care; he would always take care of you, no matter how much you hated him for it.
 He motions for you to roll down the window before leaning into the car and caressing your face affectionately with his rough, bruised hand. You decide right then that you would never let him get hurt for your sake. Heâs fought enough.
 âIf you need anything, call, ok?â He says this before drawing his hand back. You don't respond, and he quirks an eyebrow.
"Ok,â You grumbleÂ
âYou have my number, right?â
âYes!â You say a bit louder in annoyance.
"Ok, ok, I'm just checking, you never reach out, I just want to make sure your okay,â he continuesÂ
âActually, can I take your number? I'm practically her guardian now. I'll make sure to keep you updated if she needs anythingâ Your friend butts in with a smile.
Jeno happily gives her his number, and you just sit in the passenger seat like a child, watching as your parents fuss over you.
You are grown now!
Mondays are the worst days of the week, not because you have to go back to classes. You loved class, you loved learning and you loved your teachers. It wasnât until college that you found out that you really enjoyed learning. Yuta would have definitely laughed at you if you told him that in high school.Â
Yuta was the reason you hated Mondays. Mondays were the worst because they meant no more hiding. You couldn't stay in all day; you had to go to class, and that meant running into the devil. You were lucky enough to only have one class with Yuta, and that class only met on Mondays.Â
You find your way to your seat at the back of the class, hoping to hide away from him, but you know he will find you. You felt his presence as he slipped into the seat next to you.Â
âMorning doll, did you get my text?âÂ
You hated when he texted you; it was always a disturbing photo. Last time you opened a text from him, it was a video of him fucking some girl in a dark alleyway. In the video, he made the girl drop to her knees and open her mouth. He pressed the barrel of his gun into her mouth and made her suck it off. âWish this was youâ was the text he sent after the video.
Since then, you have made it a point not to open his texts, but it seems like he wasn't going to let this one go.
âIâve been busy; i hadnt had the chance toâ
"Well, that's no good doll; why don't you open it now?â he smirks wickedly.
âI dont thinkââ
âOpen it,â The playfulness slips off of his face and replaced with seriousnessÂ
You never noticed it before, but Yuta could be terrifying. He never showed this side to you before, but your certain this was the side everyone else saw. He made a promise to follow you to the end of the earth, and so far he has kept true to it.Â
He had gone from being your high schoolâs bad boy to the campusâs star athlete. Yuta had completely rebranded himself after graduation, and it made it even harder to report him. No one would believe you. He would just spin the story and make you out to be some bitter ex, making up lies to try to ruin his college career.
With shaky hands, you unlock your phone and go to your messages, clicking on the conversation with the unsaved number attached to it. There, you find a video waiting for you. You turn your volume all the way down and hit play. This time, it was a video of you a few nights ago, exiting the gym with Ryujin and Jeno. The camera work was shaky, and it seemed to have been taken from behind a car or a bushr? You couldnt tell but your heart was beating outside your chest.
Your eyes are glued to the screen as you feel a firm hand caress your tense shoulder until it grips the back of your neck. "Now why does it look like my doll is cheatingâ You freeze in place as your mouth hangs open. âWho is that?â he asks.
You had no idea he was following you. How long had he been following you? The grip on your neck tightens.
âAnswer me,â he whispers cruelly, his eyes darkening with rage.
âHeâs no oneâ tears well up in your eyes. Ryujin was right; this was getting out of hand.
âLet me catch you with him again; I'll make you regret it,â he whispers. He kisses the side of your head and breathes in the scent of your shampoo. He releases you, and you release the breath you had been holding.Â
You can barely pay attention to anything your professor is saying; you just stare blankly at the front of the room.
You sent Ryujin a text to meet you in the library. You hated to dump all of this on her but you had to talk to someone. You could already tell she was frustrated with you about the situation, but she was the only one you could confide in. With her around, you didn't feel so alone in this.Â
âHe did what?!â
âIts ok, if I do what he says, everything will be fine; i have it under control,â you reply sheepishly
âNo! You need to report his creepy ass to the cops!â she yells in disbelief.
âKeep it down; weâre in a library,â you remind her
âDont try to change the subject,â she whispersÂ
âI'll figure this outâÂ
âWe will figure this out.â she says, grabbing your hand and giving it a supportive squeeze.
When she lets go of your hand, hers slip under the table. You don't see it, but sheâs texting someone, typing furiously before hitting send.
You try not to be mad at Ryujin, but you can't believe she went behind your back and snitched. Now, here in front of you, sits the last man on earth that you want to worry. Ryujin mouths a sorry and sends you an apologetic look. Jeno had arrived about ten minutes earlier, and he looked to be trying to keep his calm before confronting the matter.
âIs this some intervention?â you joke to lighten the mood.Â
âRyujin told me everything; do you think this is a joke?â He questioned, trying to stay patient with you. âWhy didnt you tell me soonerâ
You sigh, feeling ashamed. Everything was always so tense between you two. You had grown apart over the years, and it was difficult to think he was once like a second brother to you. But time was not the only factor to blame; high school also played a part. Puberty changed everything. It changed you, it changed jeno, and it definitely changed how you felt towards him. You had such a massive crush on him in high school that even your brother found it hard to ignore. You made Jaemin swear to secrecy and never tell a soul. If you had known Ryujin was going to call Jeno, you would have sucked it up and reached out to your brother.
You didnât want Jeno to get involved. You kept telling yourself you didn't want him to get hurt, but you had to be honest with yourself. There was another reason you didn't want to ask for his help, and it was because you were still embarrassed. Anything was better than sitting in front of the man who rejected you.Â
Summer freshman year of highschool
You thought you had finally grown up in his eyes; you thought your newfound curves were enough to make him see you as more than âJaemâs little sister.â You thought you could fool yourself into believing you had a chance.Â
It wasnt abnormal for jeno to sleep over at your place during highschool. He would crash in Jaeminâs room and eat breakfast with your family, like he lived there. One night, you catch him alone and tell him how you feel. You waited for him outside the bathroom. He was showering, and you were certain your brother was too engulfed in his game to interrupt you. Jeno had exited the bathroom wearing sweats and a tanktop, drying his hair with a towel. He had almost walked right by, not noticing you. You stood in front of him wearing a similar white tanktop and sleeping shorts, your nipples poking through the fabric of your shirt. You were so sure you would have his attention, but he just tentatively acknowledged you.
âIm sorry, was i taking too long?â he asked apologetically
"No, i actually wanted to talk to you about somethingâ
He just nods his head and waits for you to continue
âI really like you, and I was hoping I could spend more time with you... just uh⌠the two of us,â you said shyly, unable to find the right words.
You couldnt meet his eye and stare at a random spot on the carpet
You felt a gentle hand stroke your head affectionately. You look up, hopefully but your world comes crashing down with his next few words
âYour like a sister to me; of course we can hang out more,â he smiles brightly, unknowingly ripping your heart out
Ever since that night, you have avoided him like the plague.
âI just didn't want to worry you or jaem.â you say, ashamed.
âI won't tell him but if you think I'm going to sit back and let this happen, your wrongâ
âI didnât think it was that much of an issue yet.â you say, picking at your sleeves.
Jenos eyes harden with disbelief âAre you serious? Not much of an issue?â he grits âHes threatening youâ
"Ok, ok, your right; I shouldn't be taking this lightlyâ You try to soothe things over with a weak smile.
âGive me your phone,â he says, holding out his hand
You unlock it and hand it to him, unsure of what he's going to do. After messing around with it, he hands it back. âI blocked him; dont even think about texting him again.â he warns
âJeno! I have to; hes going to be pissed!â You take your phone back, looking through your messages, but youâre unable to find the conversation again. You didn't realize how much control he had over you. You thought all you had to do was follow his orders, and you would be alright; one day he would just get bored of you and stop.Â
âDon't you hear yourself? Your scared!â he yells. He hated seeing you like this. He promised Jaemin that he would watch after you, but here he was, blind to the cruelty that you had endured. âOnce this is all over, I'm telling Jaem.âÂ
(ÂŹ_ÂŹ) snitchÂ
He gets up, preparing to leave, while both you and Ryujin stare at each other. Well, you glare at her while she communicates a response with her eyes in return. He doesnât turn to leave before saying one last thing: âKeep your phone on you at all times, and I'll be walking you from your classes from here on out,â he states sternly.Â
âI dont know if thatâs a good idea; he told me notââ
âAre you more afraid of him or me?â he asks you
Point taken.
You wait until Jeno is out of earshot before you whisper yell at your friend, âI told you not to tell him!â
âI had to! I was worriedâ
"Well, great, now he's worried and probably thinks I'm an irresponsible idiot!â
"Well, you are,â she counters, âwhats your deal anyway? You seriously think Yuta is just going to leave you alone? He's gonna end up killing you!â she scolds.
You take a moment to process her words. She had a point, but she didn't know Yuta like you did; neither of them did. He was dangerous. You just wanted to keep your friends safe, but you might have gotten in over your head.
You finally make it to your destination; you drove to the old gym, hoping to find Jeno. You could have called or texted him, but you knew it would be easier to get your point across in person. You had at least wanted to let him know what he was getting himself into. Yuta was dangerous, and no matter how strong Jeno was, he wasn't bulletproof.
You park your cute little beetle and cringe; you definitely didn't belong in this scene, and everyone around was going to know it. A sticker-bombed Volkswagen Beetle in the middle of the parking lot of a broken-down and shady gym? Perfect combo!
Luckily, there were only a few cars tonight. You figured it must not be fight night, and you prayed that you found Jeno inside. You gather up your courage and march inside. You make your way down a narrow hallway that opens up into the main gym, and that's where you find him. There were a few other fighters occupying the space, but they seemed to be wrapping up. Jeno must not be the only one who comes here to let off steam, you assume.Â
"Oh, who's this cute thing?â one of the guys says as you catch his eye on his way out.
âI wouldn't do that if I were you Haechan; thats Jenos Girl,â another voice says, coming up behind him before slinging an arm over his shoulder. âExcuse him,â he says politely before pulling Haechan away and scolding him.
The one that wasnât Haechan was there the night Jeno punched that weirdo out. Apparently the whole gym knew you as Jenoâs girl, according to his rambling. Their arguing fades away and the last thing you hear before complete silence is âGet off me Renjun your mustyâ
You laugh to yourself before scanning the room, and you bring your eyes back to the man nestled in the corner. He's facing a punching bag with his hands tightly wrapped and his headphones secure on his head. He wasn't still for a second, staying light on his feet as he threw a few hooks at the bag.Â
You were almost afraid to accidentally sneak up on him because that would not end well. You stay cautious and keep a safe distance, choosing to call his name a few times to get his attention. Your practically screaming, but he can't hear you. You wonder what brand of headphones he had because that noise cancellation was crazy! You choose a different approach and spot a disregarded boxing glove on a side table. You walk the short distance, grab the item and chunk it at the back of Jenoâs head.Â
Now clearly, you werenât trying to poke a bear. You were aiming more towards his broad shoulders, given that was a better target, but your aim was off, and you almost knocked the expensive-looking headphone off his head.
Jeno whips around angrily, opening his mouth to curse, but stops himself short once he notices you. He settles for a deep, exasperated sigh and a sharp glare. He must have been at it for awhile because he was drenched in sweat, and his bangs hung messily in his eyes and were dripping sweat. He pushed the wet hair back from his eyes, showing his forehead. He looked so good when he was angry; his eyes were narrowed dangerously, and his chest heaved heavily.
âWhy are you fucking with me?â He says this, coldly pulling his headphones off his ears and letting them hang around his neck "You better have a good reason for being here when there is a psycho after you. I clearly remember telling you to stay away from this place?âÂ
Oh yeah, you definitely poked the bear. Hes pissed.
âAre you sure you want to get involved?â You try to find your words. âYuta isnt like the little boys you and jaemin used to beat up in highschoolâ
âYou could never keep yourself out of trouble, huh?â
âI'm not asking for your help!â
âDrop the act for once, would you? Your not tough so stop acting like it!â
âIâm not being tough; I just don't want to be a bother! I'm not the same kid! When Iâm falling, you always save me, and I'm sick of it. I'm sick of being weak. I don't need your help, so why donât you drop the older brother act? Your barely even older than me!â You pitch back
âJaemin told me to look out for you so thats what im doing,â he huffsÂ
âAnd that's your only reason, right? Your just looking out for me because my brother said soâ you scoff, trying to keep the hurt out of your voice. " How about this? I take you in the ring and show you what I got. Let me show you I can take care of myselfâ You cross your arms and send him a defiant look.
âAre you seriouslyââ he cuts himself off, shaking his head in disbelief âYou know what fine. Show me what you gotâ
You smile in triumph and walk over to the center of the gym, where the ring sits. You take off your shoes and crawl inside. The mat felt cool under your feet; it was a grounding sensation, and just once you understood why Jeno loved standing in it, even if it meant fighting. You scan the gym, and memories fill in all the rust, broken pipes and holes in the wall as you remember what the gym used to be. Your stuck in a trance until you feel something soft but firm hit you in the head, knocking you from your daydream.
âThat was paybackâŚ. but you also need to be mindful of your surroundings. Not starting off so well, angel,â Jeno says, shaking his head as he adjusts the punching mitts over his hands.Â
Youâre brought back to the present and finally notice the boxing gloves at your feet. You get the memo and put them on.Â
âThis can't be too hard,â you mutter to yourself.
Your both centered in the ring and you focus on jenos movements. You grew up being dragged to almost all of your brother's matches; you figured you had watched long enough to catch on to some moves. You throw a punch at Jenos mitt, and he cushions the blow. He lets you get comfortable throwing a few punches before he counters. He makes his movements very big and obvious; you can see his strike from a mile away. You weave under it and throw a punch at his gaurding mitt.Â
Hes going easy on you
You continue to spar, and Jeno is in full coach mode. He's guiding you in the correct stance and helping you learn what to look for when someone strikes. You've been at it for about 30 minutes now, and you've gotten faster at dodging and reading his movements. Heâs still going extremely easy on you, but upping the ante just a little. You were completely absorbed in the lesson.
âNice hook, put you jab lacks power,â he instructs.
You were good at putting your body into your hooks, but you just couldn't build enough momentum for a strong jab. You try again, but it falls flat, and Jeno shakes his head.Â
âFollow through; come on, try it again,â he encourages you. You take a breath and send a jab into his mitt. Still not enough.Â
Jeno takes off the mitts and moves in closer towards you.
"Here, watch me,â he says, raising his gaurd and striking the air. âYou want to step into it, see?â He shows you again, a little bit slower.
You give a determined hum and copy his movement, but you can tell by Jenoâs face that you're missing the mark.Â
"Ok, come here; let me show youâ Jeno moves in behind you and grabs your arms. He helps you fix your posture and you instantly heat up at the contact. You try to keep it together, but the way his chest was pressed up against your back and the way he was breathing heavily in your ear had you reeling. "Ok, now focus, step into it and jab.âÂ
He moves one hand down to your waist and pushes you forward, guiding your step, while the other helps you jab. He was so close. You wanted to blame the sudden weakness in your limbs on the endless training he has you doing, but you know its from the heat of his body.
âAre you okay? That one was really weak. Are you shaking?â Jeno looks at you from over your shoulder, worried.Â
You meet his gaze and nod silently. He's so close. His lips are a breath away, and all you have to do is turn your head to meet his lips. The hand holding your waist travels up your side and grabs your chin. He tilts your head up a little, and his lips are meeting yours. You turn in his grasp and kiss him back. His lips are so soft, and when you pull away, you immediately miss the feeling of his lips on yours.Â
âI'm sorry; I shouldn't have done that,â he says softly.
Before you can protest, he pulls away from you, cleans up the equipment you two used, and calls it a night. You let him walk you to your car, and you say nothing before you drive away. If it wasn't awkward before, it definitely would be now.
How could he kiss you and then pretend like nothing happened? Youâre too embarrassed to bring it up again. Does this count as being rejected for a second time? Nah, he kissed you; you're not taking another L.Â
It had been a week so far, and Jeno had shown up promptly to all your classes. He shouldered your bags and carried your books as you both walked across campus. Neither of you brought up the kiss, but fortunately, it wasn't awkward anymore. He had started teaching you to defend yourself at the gym sometimes after class. Those moments felt the most intimate. You could feel his passion when he taught you, and it warmed you in all the right places. You two talked about everything in these moments. You shared embarrassing memories from high school, and he told you stories about Jaemin that you would never let your brother live down. You talked about everything but the kiss. You wonder if he regretted it?
The funny thing about college was that the classrooms were so big and there were so many students that it was hard to keep track of who was who. That's how Jeno ended up in youâre lecture every Monday. It was the only class you had with Yuta, and Jeno wasnât taking any chances. You told him it wasn't a good idea, and the eyes burning into the back of your head were proof of that. Jeno was by your side the entire period, and to onlookers, you two probably looked like a couple. He had scooted your chair directly next to him and was practically shoulder to shoulder with you.Â
âBack up; I can feel you breathing down my neckâÂ
âI want to see what your doingâ
Jeno didn't go to college. He mainly just worked during the day and fought on the weekends for extra cash. His parents were absent for the most part, and he kind of took care of himself growing up. He didn't really have a support system growing up, and that was one of the main reasons he found himself at your house. The only other place he felt safe was the gym. You could only imagine how devastated he was when it shut down. You can understand why he decided to stick around when things turned shady. Jeno earned enough money to support himself, so he never felt the need to go to college, which is why Jaemin didn't feel to bad about dumping you off on his shoulder.
âI can't concentrate Jen,â you scold.
He spends half the class peaking over your shoulder as you work and the other half asleep on the desk. Some guard dog he was.
Yuta didn't bother you during class anymore, and you were grateful. You could finally focus on bringing your grades back up, but you couldn't shake the feeling that he was plotting against you the entire time. After class, he would hang out in the library or, if you had a long day, the gym before returning to pick you up.
Later that day, Jeno was supposed to meet you after your econ class, which was your last class of the day, but you were surprised to not see him silently leaning up against the wall opposite the door. You try your best to calm your nerves as you try to decide if you should wait for him or not. You tried not to freak out; he was probably fine. Maybe he thought you could handle walking yourself home for once; you couldn't expect him to be there all the time. Not to mention you hadn't run into Yuta anywhere other than class. Â
Your last class ends late, and the sun has already gone down, so you were really reluctant to leave without Jeno. You try your best to channel the old you, the one that ran with bad crowds, the one who feared no one and nothing, and the newer you, who had trained with Jeno and learned how to protect yourself. You put on your best face and begin trekking home.
As you walked, you realized It wasn't so bad; you had honestly forgotten how nice it felt to just walk around by yourself and clear your head. You were enjoying your walk home, and you were about two blocks from your dorm when you felt something in the air shift. Suddenly, you didn't feel so alone. You try to pick up your pace as subtly as possible and pull your phone from your bag. You dial Jenoâs number with quickness and wait for him to pick it up. You can feel the person behind youâs steps quicken.Â
Come on, please
You beg internally as you break out into a small jog. Screw being subtle; someone was clearly following you. You didnât dare chance a look over your shoulder as you cut across a lawn; his phone went to voicemail, and you dialed again. The person behind you is right on your heels and you drop your phone as a firm hand grabs your arm. Your first reflex is to scream, but you remember Jenos teachings: you jab your elbow as hard as you can into the attacker's ribs. Your about to break his grip when you hear a familiar groan. You turn around to look at your attacker, and you notice its just Jeno.
He's looking at you with a worried expression, like he didn't just chase you for a full block.
âWhat are you doing!?âÂ
âI was trying to catch up to you!â He lets you go and holds his ribs, groaning in pain.
âWhy didn't you pick up weirdo? I thought someone was going to get me!â
âI was running late and left my phone at home; I thought you would at least wait for me,â he states
You calm your nerves and sign in relief. You shake off your backpack and shove it into his chest.
âDont be late again; what if something had happenedâ
âYou know I would never let anything happen to you, right?â His eyebrows furrow, and he looks into your eyes. He needs you to know that he would throw down everything to make sure you were okay.
âI know thatâ Your heart skips a beat, and he grabs your hand reassuringly. You were grateful for the night sky because you could feel your face heating up.
"Good,âÂ
You finally arrive at your off-campus dorm and make your way inside. Your roommate didn't seem to be home yet; typically, she came home late because she had to work late at her job so you were grateful for the time you had alone with jeno.Â
It isn't until he sets your things down and you flick on a few lights that you see a few bruises and cuts on his face. It was not surprising to see Jeno bruised up, given his fighting background, but these appeared to be from a recent fight. When he notices your gaze, he turns to hide his face and begins unpacking your bag and arranging your study materials.
Jeno had insisted a few days ago that he stick around a little after he drops you off. He insisted it was for your protection so you guys started studying together. Well, you started studying; Jeno just watched you or took a nap next to you on the sofa.Â
âWe should start soon; it's getting late,â he says, trying to redirect your attention.
You refuse to let it go though and move in closer to get a better look. âWho did this?â you say as you gently caress his face, moving it around to examine the damage
âI had a match the otherââ
âDon't lie to me,â you urge
âHe sent some guys after me,â jeno confesses
Your heart drops. This is exactly why you didnât want him to get involved. Its like he can read your thoughts because he immediately tries to ease your worry.
âCalm down; this is nothing. You know me, I can hold my own,â he says
You didn't respond.
âI took care of them; you dont have to worryâ
You stare at him incredulously âIs that why you were late today?âÂ
"Maybe,â he winces
âJeno!â you scold. âWas Yuta there?â
âI tried to look for him after, but apparently he had an away game tonight,â he answers.Â
âLet me clean you upâÂ
Jeno wasn't that much taller than you, probably just a few inches, but you found it easier to work on the cuts on his face by sitting on the counter. You already had your materials prepped; you kept a first aid kit on hand at all times; it was a habit you couldn't shake. This wasn't the first time you found yourself in this position with Jeno; you had always cleaned him and your brother up during childhood. You felt terrible; you worked in a silence that Jeno kept trying to break. Anytime he would open his mouth to speak, you would dab at his lip with more ointment to shut him up until he got the memo. He kept trying to cheer you up and you werent in the mood
He winces at your touch, and you immediately let up and give a short apology. You go back in with a lighter hand and add a bandage. As many punches as he takes, you would think a little peroxide wouldn't hurt. You were done fixing him up, and you busy yourself with putting your kit back together, ignoring the eyes that bore into you. You wanted to leave and put some distance between you but he wouldnt step from between your legs.Â
âHey, look at me.â he calls out to you.Â
You could not bring yourself to look at him; each scar on his face reminded you that it was your fault that he was hurt.Â
âIts not your faultâ its like he was reading your mind.
"Yes, it is! I shouldnt have gotten you involved! I should have just called Jaem.â
âYou would rather see Jaemin beat up?â He jokes, trying to lighten the mood.
âHe would have at least deserved it,â you say, rolling your eyes and thinking of all the times he tormented you growing up.
A comfortable silence falls between you two after sharing a laugh. He was so close, but you reached out like he was going to disappear. You tentatively caress his bruised cheek; he leans into your touch, and the look he gives you gives you butterflies. He looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.Â
âI like being near you;Â donât push me away againâ
"Jeno,â you say, shocked by his confession
âI dont want us to go back to the way things were Iâ
You push him away before jumping down from the counter; you don't want to hear anymore. You had a feeling you knew what he was getting at. After all this time and all the hurt, now he likes you!?
âYou were the one who made it like this! Made US like this. I told you how I felt all those years ago, and you rejected me!â you argue
âWhat are you talkingââ
âDrop it,â you demand, trying to leave the bathroom, but he stands in the doorway, blocking your path.
âWhat did you mean? When did I ever reject you?â Jeno tries, but you ignore his gaze until he grips your chin and forces you to look at him.
âStop being like that and answer me.â he says.
You were tired of holding your tongue; you might as well get it over with. âDo you remember that time during highschool? When you stayed with us the whole summer?â you worry your lip. âI told you I liked you and you said I was like a sister to you,â you heave out in one big breathe
Jeno takes a moment to process your words, and he finally says, âI had no idea that was what you meant back then. I thought you hated me since I was always over. I thought the âI like youâ was more of an âI like you aroundâ,â Jeno explains.
âWhy would I hate you?â You ask in shock
âJaemin used to always drag me around to scare off your boyfriends; I thought you might have hated me for that. You never really went out of your way to speak to me, I guess? I asked Jaemin if you hated me that same night, and he told me no. Then I ran into you in the hallway, and you suddenly told me you liked me, so I figured he told you to set things straight?âÂ
He wasn't wrong; back then, you kept to yourself and watched from afar. You hoped you could make him come to you. You were too scared to approach him, so you did everything you could to get his attention. You got into trouble, so he and Jaemin would have to come to your rescue. You dated all those guys to make him jealous. This whole time, you thought he couldn't care less about you, but it seems the whole time he was worried you hated him.Â
"Well, that doesnt change the fact that you only see me like a little sisterâÂ
âI kind of did, at first. You were my best friend, little sister, and I had to see you that way. Jaemin would kill me if I didn't. But I can't, not anymore. Truthfully, I never had.â He caressed your face and pressed his forehead against yours âI'm sorry if this is all confusing for you. I know it has been for me, but can we just try something?â He holds your eye contact, and your faces are so close that you can feel his breath. He smelled so good; the minty scent of his tooth paste mixed with the natural musk of his skin was driving you crazy. You had waited for a moment like this for almost forever.
âAnything; I'll do anything with you,â you say, almost forgetting to breathe.
He pushes you back and sets you on the counter again as he leans in and caresses your lips softly with his, teasing you like he has been doing for the past few years. You cannot take it anymore; you cannot wait anymore, so you take the dive. You press your lips fervently against his, causing him to hiss slightly from the sting, but when you try to pull back to apologize, he grips the back of your neck and reconnects your lips again. He moans into your mouth as you lick the cut on his lip, which will undoubtedly scar apologetically. You try to kiss him more gently but when he feels your hesitance, he pulls away just for a second to whisper, âdonât hold backâ
Your hands find their way into his hair and his find their way under your thighs, hiking them up and around his waist. Things were getting heated fast, and you could hardly breathe. Everything you ever wanted was coming to fruition right in front of your eyes. When he finally pulls away to catch his breath, he does not waste any time kissing your neck. The force of his kisses makes you weak, and you have to lean against the mirror behind you to stay upright.Â
You could hardly keep up; your limbs felt like they weighed a ton, and you could hardly hold your head up. The way he was rolling his hips into yours made your breath start to make condensation on the mirror as you laid your face on the cool glass. Jeno eventually found your lips again after his short exploration and claimed them hungrily.
âWhat's gotten into my baby? You can't handle it?â he teases
This was the first time heâs called you that, and it was driving your heart beat up dangerously.
âDon't worry, I'll take care of you, like I always do,â he murmurs against your lips before leaving you with a peck.Â
He pulls you off the counter as he leads you to your bed. You were in a daze; your brain was running hot, and you couldn't even think of anything but the feeling of his hands caressing your sides from under your shirt.Â
âTell me you want itâ Your eyes flutter a bit at his tone. He sounded so good. You needed him inside of you; that was the only thing you could think of.
âI need you inside,â you moan with a roll of your hips
âGotta get you ready for that first,â he says as he begins to strip you of your clothes before he follows with his own.
You definitely had brain fog but the sight infront of you cleared it up. He looked so good, you had to bite your tongue before you let out an embarrassing sound. His broad shoulders and slim waist hovered over you tauntingly, like his body was begging you to mark it. His length stood proud against his abdomen, and you had to will yourself to meet his dark graze again. When he licks his lips, you pout and give him a "hurry up" look.
 He wastes no time and starts stretching you out over his fingers. You return every kiss and nip he gave you earlier and more. You mark up his neck with kisses and bites and leave pretty claw marks down his back and chest as he works his fingers in and out of you skillfully. He had to bite back the groans that threatened to leave his mouth as you gushed all over his fingers. He couldnt wait to feel you around his cock. You feel yourself getting so close. You roll your hips as he scissors you open. He senses how close you are and hooks his fingers as they drag deliciously against your walls. You finish all over his fingers.
âYou must have been so pent-up, baby; that didn't take long at all?â he coos teasingly
You shoot him a glare and retaliate by wrapping your legs around his waist, locking him into place. You grab his length and stroke it. You give him a few sensual pumps before you crack. You wanted to tease him like he's been torturing you, but you couldn't keep waiting; you needed him inside so you slipped him in. He chuckles softly at your failed attempt to get back at him and pecks your lips affectionately. You shudder at the feeling, and your walls are squeezing him so tight that the soft patterns he was drawing on your skin turn into harsh grasps of your hips while his soft chuckling turns into a surprised gasp. He moans softly as he tries to ground himself.
âYou want it bad, huh?â he tries to get you to beg but it comes out more whiney than domineeringÂ
âNo more waiting; if you wont do anything, I'll do it myself,â you threaten.Â
He finds your threat cute and has decided to take mercy on you. He strokes slowly at first, making sure youâre not hurting or uncomfortable. You loved this man, and you loved how much he cared for you, but right now you didn't want that. Despite his constant nagging, he has always been nothing but gentle with you for as long as you can remember. You don't want that side of him. You want it rough.
âDont hold back,â you mirror his words from earlier âyou wont break me,â you reassure him when you see worry settle into his features
âWhat if I do?â
âI want you to,â you whisper backÂ
That seems to do the trick because now he was hoisting your hips up, tilting them to fuck into you as deep as he could. Your lower half is lifted from the mattress and all you can do is hold on to the sheets. He was thrusting in deep, craving as much contact as possible.Â
You try to match his pace and fuck back on him, but you grow tired and just settle for taking everything he gives you.
He sets your hips back down before yanking one of your legs over his shoulder. He starts back up again, and you can see the way his veins strain against his arms at the force he's using to fuck you. You were sure to have pretty bruises in the shape of his hands in the morning. The bed creaked loudly as he pounded you into the mattress, and you prayed that Ryujin wasnât home yet.Â
It was like he couldn't keep his hands off of you; they were never still on your body. First they were grasping your hips, holding you steady as he drilled you, then they were grasping at your breasts, and finally one of them took a purchase wrapped around the base of your neck. He wasnât applying much pressure; he was just holding it there.
Your walls flutter around his cock and hw tightens his grip around your neck at the feeling. He can tell youâre about to cum and when you do, he has to hold you down with his other hand. The lack of air triggers your survival responses and heightened senses, making you feel everything tenfold. The burn against your throat hurts, but the pain mixes with the pleasure to give you a beautiful ending. You can tell by the sticky warmth that fills you and the groan that follows that Jeno wasn't far behind at all. He rolls off of you and plops down on the space beside you to catch his breath. You pull yourself up and start to get out of bed before he grabs your arm.
âWhere are you going?â He asks as hurt crosses his features.
âI need the bathroom,â you explain, sleepy âThis is my house anyway; you thought I was going to leave?â You joke with a laugh
Jeno visibly relaxes for a second before he too gets out of bed. He makes his way over to you and helps you to the bathroom. You go to the bathroom, and he runs a bath, and you realize how much more domestic your relationship has become in the last few weeks, to the point where it feels natural.
He helps you into the bath and slips in behind. You two talk more in the bath as he pampers you. You have never felt more at home than when you were wrapped in Jenoâs arms. When you get out, he lays you back on the bed before cuddling up beside you. You study his face, and for the first time in awhile, you take a good, long look. If you looked close enough, you could still see traces of the boy you knew all those years ago under the man that stared back at you. For some reason, that made everything hurt. You knew Jeno would do anything to protect you, but who would protect him? With Jaemin gone, all he had was you. You shut your eyes at the thought.
You don't know what your thinking; you just knew you had to be strong and that you were going to put an end to this tonight. You didnât have his number anymore, but you always knew where to find him.Â
It was getting late, and instead of heading to the gym for your weekly training with Jeno, you were on the other side of town. You hug your jacket tighter to your chest, bracing yourself against the cold winds of the night. When you turn a corner, the flashing neon lights almost blind you.
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You open the door to the front of the building and make your way in. You put on your brave face before trekking over to the back of the shady building. Room 0824 was your destination.Â
This was the building Yuta ran most of his deals out of. Karaoke rooms are a known hotspot for drug deals and other illegal trades. It was rare to see Yuta here now due to the fact that he had to keep his image clean but you knew his schedule and you knew when he would pop in. Dont get him wrong; yuta wasnt some big-shot crime boss, he was just some kid who dealt in shady business.Â
You knock on the door and wait. When the door swings open, a cloud of smoke hits you in the face. The room stinks of weed and disposables, the smoke burning your eyes as you try to focus on the figure in front of you.Â
Cheshire grin meets an apprehensive frown as you stand face-to-face with Yuta.
âWelcome home, dollâ
You feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins at the man standing in front of you, the source of so much trouble in your life. The atmosphere is tense, filled with the lingering smell of drugs and the weight of unspoken threats. You knew this was your chance to finally confront him and put an end to this dangerous game you've been forced to play. With a steely glance, you lock eyes with Yuta and prepare yourself for the confrontation that will determine the course of your future.
âDon't call me thatâ You push past him and enter the room. There is plenty of sitting room on the couch, but youâre too anxious, so you decide to stand. A few of his friends occupy the room, and he doesn't have to tell them twice to leave the two of you alone.
Even after all this time and all your history together, you cannot bring yourself to look him in the eyes. Jeno was right; he terrified you. You could pretend to be brave all you wanted, but the truth was, you were just a scared little girl inside.Â
âDon't push me, doll,â he warns before wrapping slender fingers around your jaw and forcing you to look at him. âWhere's your little boyfriend? Not here to save you?â he taunts
âI want you to leave him alone,â you grit out. You had to be brave.
âYou think you can just walk in here and give me orders? You forget who you belong to?â He shakes your face in his grasp.
You rip his hand from your face and twist. No, you would not let him control you any longer. This had all gone too far. Despite feeling intimidated, you refuse to submit to his control any longer.
All you could think about was Jeno; you couldn't let him get hurt anymore because of you. You loved him more than you feared Yuta. You refuse to let him own you.
With the grasp that you have on his arm, you twist his wrist farther until hes crippling down onto his knees. As he winced in agony, you could see the fear etched on his face. With a steely resolve, you pressed harder. His cries echoed in the empty room as you held him in place, making sure he felt every ounce of pain he had caused. Your grip tightened, a silent promise that this would be the last time he hurt anyone.
âIf you want to continue playing and keep your scholarship, I suggest you leave me the hell alone. Next time you harass me, I'll break it,â you spit.
With a final, warning glare, you released your grip on his wrist. His body crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath as he clutched his throbbing wrist. You had made it clear that harassment would not be tolerated, and the threat of losing his scholarship hung heavy in the air.Â
The weight that had been dragging you down for so long began to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of confidence and self-worth. With your head held high, you strode forward. Although you know for certain that Jeno would kill you if he ever found out, you think deep down he would be proud; after all, he created this monster.
When you get home, Ryujinâs on your ass for being out so late. When she had called Jeno and he hadn't seen you either, she thought the worst had happened. You check your phone and find 10 missed calls and even more frantic text messages from Jeno.Â
You apologize for causing worry to Ryujin and explain that you lost track of time while out. You decide to quickly call Jeno back to assure him your okay.Â
You wait as the phone rings, but there is no answer. You call again, and he still doesn't pick up. Something didn't feel right, and you grabbed your keys, rushing out of the house.
âYou just got here; where are you going?â a stern Ryujin calls.
âGotta find Jeno!â you call back before hopping back into your car.
For as long as youâve known him, you knew Jeno could be a hothead sometimes. You knew the moment he heard you were missing, he went out himself to go looking for you. You drove to his house to find him. When you pull into his driveway, it's empty. You park and rush up the stairs to his apartment. You bang on the door until someone answers. You almost sigh in relief until you realize its not Jeno. The person on the other side of the door looked clearly aggravated. His black hair was messily strewn on his head, and his shirt hung off his frame like he just threw it on.Â
âCan I help you? A raspy voice calls
âUh, im looking for Jeno,â you ask the man
âHe left like an hour ago,â he yawns lazily, leaning against the door frame like he could barely stay awake. âIts almost one in the morning. Whats going on?âÂ
âIts nothing; can you call me if he shows back upâ you ask frantically. If Jeno had left an hour ago, who knows where he could be now? You give him your number, and he tells you his name is Mark. You thank him and rush back to your car. Your about to pull out when your phone lights up. Jeno was calling you back.
âHello? Jeno where have you been?â You feel a weight lift off your shoulder as you take your keys out of the ignition and slump back into your seat.Â
ââI found Yutaâ
âJenoâŚWhat did you do to him?â
âI beat his ass,â he says, âand then I made him tell me where you wereâ
âJenââ
âWhy did you think it was a good idea to go and threaten him on your own?â
âI had too. I had to do it for meâ
âWhere are youâ
âAt your apartmentâ
âStay thereâ
You get out of your car and lean up against the hood, and you wait to see his car roll down the street.Â
You breathe in the cold, crisp night air and let it soothe your nerves. You did not want to argue with Jeno, not right now. Headlights blind you as a car pulls up behind yours. You hear the engine cut off and the car door slam. As Jeno quickly approaches, you prepare yourself for the confrontation. The tension hangs heavy between you, but you take a deep breath and gather your thoughts before engaging in what could be a difficult conversation.Â
"Jeno, can we talk about thisââ You're left speechless as his lips meet yours in an unexpected kiss.
Confusion and conflicting emotions swirl within you as you reluctantly allow yourself to be swept up in the moment, momentarily forgetting all of your worries.
He pulls away and rests his forehead on yours âDon't scare me like thatâ His hands caress your face like he can't believe your standing in front of him, like he's making sure he's not dreaming. His frame is shaking, and youâre not sure if it was the cool night air or the light rain that chose this moment to fall, making him shiver.
He pulls you in for a tight hug, and your heart twists, your throat closes up, and you cry. You cry because you never want him to pull away; you cry because you realize how much he loves you; and you cry because youâre both safe.
âIm sorry Jen i didnt mean toââ
âNo excuses,â he says, shaking his head âpromiseâ
You hug him back tight and bury your head in his shoulder. âI promise I wont do anything like that againâÂ
He pulls away from you and you notice hes soaked to his bones. The rain had picked up and was now pouring down over you two; you could only imagine your clothes were in the same state. You laugh and push his wet hair out of his face.
âMark is going to kill us if we soak the carpet.â
âI think he's already upset; I woke him up earlier. Come on, lets get you out of the rainâ
He leads you inside by the hand, and you kick off your wet shoes and socks. You try your best to make your way to the bathroom to change. Jeno brings you some dry clothes, and he closes the door and changes alongside you into something more warm.
You follow him to his room with light steps, afraid of waking Mark up for a second time. You lay down next to Jeno in his bed, and you tangle your feet with his seeking warmth.
âI feel like my heart starts beating again when our hands hold each other,â he whispers
âBack then, when we drifted apart, every day felt like I was drowning. Now because you are here, I'm breathing,â you confess
He hugs you tighter and kisses the top of your head âim not going anywhereâ
And you believe him, because somehow you had always known he was your guardian angel. You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of his embrace and the reassurance in his words. In that moment, you know that no matter what challenges may come, you both can face them together. With his arms around you and his promise to stay by your side, you finally feel at peace, knowing that you have found your way back to each other.
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"my brother's bestfriend" pairing:lee jeno x na!sister reader word count:1.5k chapter three MINORS DNI warnings: smut, cursing, use of pet names (princess), praise, blowjob, cum swallowing.
jaemin decided to have all the guys over to swim today. most of them are in the water and you're sitting on one of the lounge chairs watching them fight over some game they are playing.
"y/nnnnnn." haechan drags out.
"what do you want now, haechan?" you ask with a hint of annoyance in your voice.
they have been nonstop pestering you about getting in the water since they got in.
"get your ass in the water." mark says while swimming over so he's in front of you.
"i said in a little bit."
"you have five minutes, or we both are getting out and throwing you in." mark tells you as they swim back over to the guys.
jeno looks over from where he's sitting on the other side of the pool, his eyes trailing down your body and back up again.
you watch as he continues to check you out, completely oblivious to the fact that you caught him.
you unlock your phone and text him.
you lock your phone and put it back on the table, looking up to see mark and haechan pulling themselves up out of the water.
"why won't you get in the water?" haechan asks, walking over and standing beside your chair.
mark shakes his head and drops of water go everywhere, most of them landing on you.
"stop." you swat at him. "you're getting me wet."
johnny and yuta start laughing, making the rest of them start to laugh as well.
"thats not what i meant." you roll your eyes. "you're all immature."
mark and haechan look at each other and nod before the both of them pick you up and throw you into the pool. you resurface as the others jump in.
"how does the water feel?" mark smirks.
you push the hair out of your face. "you guys suck."
"aw, are you mad." haechan asks, swimming closer to you.
"come any closer and i'm drowning you."
haechan throws his hands up in the air as if he's surrendering. "oooh i'm so scared."
you swim backward, away from haechan, to put some distance between the two of you. as you move away from him, you end up backing into someone. you turn around and jeno is standing in front of you with a smirk plastered on his face.
"jeno's the shark!" mark yells, and everyone scatters to the other side of the pool.
you turn your attention from jeno and look at mark. "shark attack? what are we child-" you cut yourself off when you feel jeno grab your ankle and drag your body underwater.
"the look on your face was priceless." haechan says between laughs after you resurface again.
"he's lucky i didn't accidently kick him in the face.'' you cough out.
you all swim for a little while longer before getting out.
you choose to lay down where you were at previously and jeno moves to the chair beside you.
he looks at you for a moment before talking. "are you mad?"
"no. why would i be mad?" you ask, not bothering to open your eyes.
he messes with the towel in his lap. "because of what happened in the water."
"it's nothing that hasn't happened before." you tell him, finally opening your eyes to look over at him. "and since when do you care if you or the guys piss me off?"
he stops messing with the towel and rests his hand on his lap. "i don't care." he says quickly. "i was just asking because your in a mood now. well moodier than usual. you're always in a mood."
"so you don't care, but you're asking if i'm mad?"
"i just don't want you being bitchy over something that I can easily apologize for."
"i'm not being bitchy." you cross your arms and his eyes immediately look down at your boobs.
"sure you're not, when was the last time you didnt have attitude?"
"probably around the last time that you weren't an asshole."
he lets out a small laugh. "fair enough." he adjusts the way he's sitting in the chair so hes facing you more. "can i ask you something?"
"no."
"i was asking as a courtesy, im still going to ask you anyway" he takes a quick look around the backyard to make sure no one's paying attention to the two of you before looking back at you. "can you do me a favor.
"what kind of favor?" you ask skeptically.
"nothing bad." he shifts in his chair again and looks down, his ears slightly turning red. "i'm just having a littleâŚ. situation."
your eyes widen, knowing what he's referring to. "really?" you ask, a smirk appearing on your face.
he looks back up and sees the smirk on your face. "dont look at me like that. just say yes or no."
"go in. i'll follow in a couple of minutes."
he nods and gets up from the chair, heading inside the house.
once you think it's been enough time, you get up from the chair and head inside.
upon opening the door to your room, you find jeno sitting on the edge of your bed.
he has his phone in one hand and is attempting to get himself off with the other.
you shut and lock the door, causing him to look up.
"took you long enough." he tells you, tossing his phone onto the bed beside him.
you walk over and stand in front of him. "yeah, yeah. i'm sorry."
he grabs your hips and pulls you so you're standing in between his legs. his fingers gently trace your hips over the semi wet swimsuit. "i like seeing you in this. you have no idea how bad i've wanted to get you alone all afternoon."
the smirk from earlier returns to your face. "clearly, but how bad?"
"bad enough that i was ready to say forget that we were in front of everyone and pull you into the house."
"you don't have the balls to do that." you whisper, kneeling down in front of him.
you take his length in your hand and open your mouth, letting saliva drip out onto his cock before gently grazing your thumb over his tip.
you look up as he lets out a shaky breath, his eyes locking onto yours.
"you're teasing," he mutters. "don't tease."
you flick your tongue over the tip. "I thought you liked it when I teased."
jeno lets out a low groan, his hand moving to the back of your head. "not right now. we don't have a lot of time and i need you."
you swirl your tongue around his tip before moving down his length. his grip on your hair tightens as he watches you, his breathing growing heavier with each movement of your tongue.
you take him into your mouth and bob your head up and down on his shaft.
"shit." He curses, his hips starting to move in time with your rhythm. "you're so good at this."
you continue to work your mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deeper each time, your hand moving in sync to get what couldn't fit.
"fuck, princess."
you hum around him, the vibrations making him shudder.
you increase your pace, and his moans grow louder, his body trembling as he lets out another soft curse, bucking his hips as he fights to control himself.
"i'm so close", he warns, his voice strained.
you hollow your cheeks and take him as deep as you can, and with a final moan, his body tenses, and he releases into your mouth.
you pull back and swallow, keeping your eyes on him as pleasure washes over his face. he pulls you up, and you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
"that was amazing" his lips brush against your neck. "you're amazing."
"hm. glad i could help with your littleâŚsituation." you mock, laughing as he rolls his eyes. "you make yourself look somewhat presentable again. i'm going to go out so they don't get suspicious."
he nods and lightly pushes you off him so he can pull his shorts back up.
you leave him in your room and walk back downstairs, making a couple of drinks to take out so you have an excuse as to why you were in the house.
jisung looks up as you walk back over. "where'd you go? you were gone for like 15 minutes."
you hold up the cups. "i was making drinks."
"you made drinks for everyone?" jaemin asks. "since when do you ever do anything nice."
"i can never win with you guys, i swear." you mutter under your breath, setting the drinks down on the table.
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Forgotten Consequences
PAIRING ⊠jake x reader (bsfs little brother au)
SUMMARY ⊠Your bestfriends little brother comes back from Australia and catches your attention despite knowing the consequences
WARNINGS ⊠ages arenât specified but reader is a few years older than Jake and considers him âbarely an adultâ, RLLY ROUGH SM*T, like no joke itâs rough be warned, consent is there even though reader says no (she def wants it!), d*ddy is used sorry lol⌠this is straight up p*rn so thereâs your warning. Jake is rough and borders obsessive
WC ⊠5.7k
AUTHORS NOTE ⊠Not exactly pleased my return to the writing world is basically PWP lol but here it is⌠thereâs a larger story here Iâm considering writing so lmk if youâre interested. Sorry to keep you guys missing me, take this as an apology piece
âYour brother is a lot taller than I remember him being Chaeyoung.â
You briefly glanced over to the side once you heard Lilyâs voice start to whisper, seeing her leaning into the other girls side as she tried to be as discreet as possible.
Both of them were staring out at something in the yard and you followed their gaze until you landed on Jake standing in the corner, picking up something off of the snack table and looking as bored as you felt at this ridiculous party.
âIf you hook up with my little brother Iâll actually kill you.â Chaeyoungâs voice was flat and deadly serious but her face didnât show any actual signs of caring about the conversation, rolling her eyes and taking a sip of her drink before looking away and letting Lily lay on her shoulder.
Your eyebrow raised slightly at the interaction before your gaze was floating back over to the boy instinctively.
He hadnât been home from the dance school in Australia long and this was only your second time seeing him since. Youâd grown up together but youâd never paid him much mind outside of when Chaeyoung gave him funny makeovers and made him dance to girl group songs with you and your friends. Other than that he wasnât necessarily somebody on your radar.
It was impossible to not notice the difference in him now.
Mainly the fact he was almost double the size he had been when he left, clearly hitting puberty now and apparently the gym considering how large his shoulders looked underneath the washed out black hoodie he was wearing.
Heâd obviously gotten a new sense of style in his time away too and it was one that you were almost annoyingly attracted to. His hair was longer and stuck in his face most the time, earbuds peaking out from behind the dark strands whenever he pushed it back with his large hand and you couldâve sworn youâd posted the shoes he was currently wearing on your Instagram story a few months ago.
You watched him as he started to make his way back inside, completely ignoring the party going on around him and not even sparing a glance at the people in his backyard and living room.
When he was younger, he always wanted to be involved, especially when it had to do with Chaeyoung and your friends. You remember seeing her send him back up to his room dozens of times when he tried to hang out with you guys, always greeting you and the others enthusiastically.
A frown was forming on your face at his indifferent attitude before you were glancing back at your friends, glad to see they were lost in their own conversation and not noticing the way your eyes had been locked on your bestfriends little brother for the better part of the last ten minutes.
They were so distracted that they also didnât notice the way you were scooting off of the outdoor bench, adjusting your skirt and balancing yourself slightly before you were heading inside and following the path youâd seen the younger boy taking. You were a bit thrown off when you entered the house again, the atmosphere a lot more intense and dizzying than the outside partygoers had been.
But you knew Jake wouldnât have stuck around this type of environment long so you pushed your way through the crowd and continued on your way upstairs to where you knew heâd be, raising your fist and knocking on his door before you thought twice about it.
You froze up slightly at the speed in which he swung open his bedroom door, a heavy glare set on his face and you could hear music coming from deeper in the room, having seemingly abandoned his headphones. His eyes widened for just a second when he realized it was you in the hallway before he was forcing on an expression of indifference.
âY/N? Whats up?â He was asking but his tone was lazy like he didnât care, luckily you knew better and could clearly read the curiosity in his eyes.
You ignored his question and pushed into the room, taking a deep breath once inside before turning towards him with a raised eyebrow. He was sighing and closing the door behind you, leaning against it for a second once he realized what your expression was directed towards.
âYou smoke?â You were finally speaking and he tensed at the sound of your voice, looking way more intimidating with the way he was lazily leaned against his door and accidentally trapping you inside the room. You took a seat on his bed and watched him curiously, waiting for an answer.
You didnât necessarily need one considering you were now noticing how lazy his eyes were, gaze low and hazy as he stared at you sitting on his bed and the corner of his lips turned up into a half smirk at your stern voice and scolding demeanor.
âYou gonna tell on me Y/N?â His tone was teasing now and you kept watching him as he pushed off the door, crossing the room until he was flopping back into his bed.
Luckily he kept some distance between the two of you, sitting up so his back was propped up on his headboard and his knee was pointed towards the ceiling. You were still sitting on the edge of his bed but you turned your body so you could face him better, adjusting your skirt with the movement. You took one final glance towards the door, eyes falling down to the turned lock on the knob.
âIâm sure I could be convinced to not tell.â You were responding to him slowly, keeping your voice light so he knew you werenât serious. His eyes darkened a touch but you continued on with your light teasing. âMaybe if you were open to sharing.â
You werenât exactly sure how you ended up in Jake Simâs bedroom smoking weed with him, sitting fully on his bed now with your legs crossed underneath you and grazing fingers every time he passed the bowl over in your direction.
You kept picturing Chaeyoung walking into the room, seeing the way you were looking at him every time he was breathing smoke outwards into the air. You wondered if sheâd care, wondered if sheâd realize where your mind had gone and then youâd shift on the bed and feel the tension in the room and know there was no way she wouldnât suffocate in it.
He was watching you now in a way that you knew was past the line of friendly, miles past the line of being your bestfriends younger brother, and for the first time since entering his room you got nervous. So nervous that you inhaled wrong and the smoke traveled to a tighter part of your chest, sending you lurching forward in a rough cough as you patted your torso a couple times to try and clear your airways.
Jake was chuckling at your amateurish smoking skills and you sent him a glare as another cough ripped through you, moving your hand to send a soft punch towards his knee for his teasing.
âWanna know a better way to get the smoke down?â His voice was low, lower than it already was and you remember being frozen the first time you heard him speak when he originally got back, deep and silky as he muttered a halfhearted greeting in your direction.
You gave him a curious look even though you already had an idea of where this was heading, wondering how far he was planning to take this. You only responded with a soft nod now that your coughs had died down and left your throat with a burning sensation, worsening when a gasp ripped through you at the feeling of him wrapping his hands underneath your knees and tugging you closer on the bed.
He moved you completely effortlessly and your eyes were wide and panicked, still sitting with your legs crossed but now you were directly in front of him and your knees were bumping into one of his, his other leg stretch out along your side and effectively forming a cage around you.
âDonât do anything stupid.â Your warning was coming out far less stern than youâd hoped it would, voice weak and almost teasing again despite how serious you were.
His eyebrow cocked at this and you immediately knew it was the wrong thing to say considering the challenging glint forming in his eye now. He was swaying forward so his face was close to yours, way too close considering you felt his nose graze you for just a second before he was pulling back so he could stare down at your tense features.
âKeep your mouth open.â He was speaking suddenly and you could feel his breath on your lips, his tone light but commanding enough that for some reason you were immediately nodding your head and parting your lips for him.
He wasnât wasting any time, sitting up enough so he could light the bowl once more and inhale it deep, holding it there in his chest easily for a few seconds before he was leaning forward and pressing his lips against yours. It wasnât a kiss but it was enough for your eyes to flutter closed, leaning forward to press tighter against him but still not enough to feel his mouth completely on yours.
It was completely sensual, the way he was breathing out the smoke into your mouth from his own, almost suffocating as you inhaled a shaky breath softly and swayed further against him to try to avoid letting it escape.
âBreathe it in.â He was directing you again now that the smoke was out of his mouth and inside yours, not bothering to lean back and give you space as he started to speak and you could feel his lip brushing against yours for just a second. âCâmon hold it for me. You can take it deeper than that.â
Your eyes were widening in surprise at his suggestive words, letting the smoke out before you were planning to and sitting up straight to try and put some distance between the two of you. He didnât seem bothered at all by your reaction and for a second you wondered if you had just misheard him, let your own guilty thoughts and insecurities take his words to mean something besides smoking.
It didnât help that your stomach was flipping with want now, face reddening and getting warmer as you replayed what he had said in your mind.
âDo it again.â You were requesting it in a whisper and you werenât exactly sure what you were asking for, judging yourself for secretly hoping heâd repeat his innuendo laced words so you could hear it in his voice again. Instead he was grabbing the bowl and placing it between the two of you, lighting it again and inhaling.
You didnât have too much time to be disappointed considering he was immediately lowering it and connecting your lips again, not even giving you time to open your mouth to collect the smoke.
He seemed to take matters into his own hands and you felt his tongue pressing against your sealed lips, prying them open so he could tilt his head and funnel the smoke into your throat. For a second you were chasing after his tongue with your own, nearly kissing him fully in a deeper lust fueled high, but he was cupping your jaw briefly and closing your mouth so you were forced to breathe in the smoke.
It was settling deep in your chest and this time you held it for him, looking up at him slightly through your eyelashes with watery eyes and he had a more satisfied expression on his face now that you were listening to him.
âGood girl.â He was humming out the word casually but your mouth parted in surprise, legs instinctively clenching together as you let the smoke filter back out and hit his face instead. The smirk on his face told you that he had definitely noticed your reaction and you were starting to lose all feelings of guilt and hesitation, being replaced with something much more terrible.
Something so intense that you couldnât stop yourself from rocking forward and pressing your lips against his fully.
He thankfully was immediately reciprocating and you tried not to think about where he learned to kiss this intensely, hands coming up to cup your face and keep you locked against him as you moved together. Youâd rocked forward so far that you nearly knocked him over back against the bed, leaning over his lap now as you desperately kissed him deeper and deeper.
It took for his hand sliding down your back, attempting to pull you fully onto his awaiting lap, for you to snap out of it and sit up straight with a small gasp.
Your hand was reaching up to touch your lips and you tried to ignore the fact they were wet from his mouth, looking at him and scanning from his confused eyes down to his own swollen lips that most likely mirrored the state of your own. Your body was lit up with need and it didnât help that he was still touching you, hand resting on your lower back like he was waiting for you to kiss him again.
âWe canât do this.â You were telling him sternly in a panicked voice, shaking your head desperately to try and make sure he understood and that your point was getting across to him.
His hand was sliding down lower and roughly squeezing, resting on the curve of your ass and sending your hips forward and more onto his. A soft gasp was slipping from your mouth, followed by a breathy whine at the feeling of him hardening and pressing against your front, even more unbearable considering he wasnât moving his hand and was instead softly groping your behind and rocking you against him.
âBut weâre going to.â He was responding to your rejection in a casual tone, sounding more confident than he was pushy and you let out another soft whine as you gave him a bewildered look. âYou followed me up here, you came into my room in this tiny little skirt and climbed into my bed because you wanted me to fuck you.â
You were instinctively shaking your head in panicked denial but your hands were going to his shoulders, pulling yourself forward onto his lap fully and mewling softly at the feeling of him completely pressing against you.
He didnât say anything else as you started to desperately move against him, your head falling forward and landing in the crook of his neck as you lifted yourself up and down slowly so you could feel him under you at every possible angle. His large hands were holding you roughly and lifting you every time you struggled, pushing your skirt up further on your hips so he could feel your bare skin and lace panties.
âFuck fuck.â You were panting out into his neck and arching your back into him, a shiver rolling down your spine when he was harshly tugging at your underwear so it was pressed painfully against your sensitive clit.
âGod, do you always get this wet?â He was finally started to sound affected and you let out an embarrassed sob at his words, hand sliding up the back of his neck until it was tangled in his long hair. You imagined you were already a mess considering how desperate you were feeling, an overwhelming heat mixing with your high and stopping you from thinking about anything other than Jake.
âLet me fuck you baby, let daddy fix this.â He was talking so sweetly in your ear in his low voice.
You were shaking your head again but you already knew your resolve was falling apart, feeling nearly inhuman with how much you longed to be full of something, especially if it was him. You were aching in your panties and the forbidden image of your best friends little brother stuffing you and making the ache go away was nearly making you drool.
âHow old are you Jae?â You were gasping out and lifting your head out of his neck to look at his face clearly, fearing his response and knowing you had a right to the fear considering for the first time his eyes flashed with guilt and worry. You were quickly doing the math in your head and gasping again, sitting up even more and stopping your rocking against him. âOh my god youâre barely legal.â
He suddenly looked really annoyed and you felt bad for getting this far with him, knowing you had no choice but to stop what you were doing and reject the boy before anything more happened.
Messing around with your best friends brother was one thing but doing it while he was just barely an official adult was too much for your conscience, even if you werenât that much older than him.
He seemed to have a totally different idea than you considering he was scoffing in annoyance before he was pausing and then flipping you completely over, ripping a shriek from you as your back unexpectedly hit the bed and he was left hovering over you. You froze up in shock as he impatiently undid the buttons on your skirt that was still pushed up on your waist, tugging it down and tossing it somewhere across the room.
âDonât act like you care about how old I am.â He was barely looking at you as he spoke with anger lacing his voice, looking at your nearly bare bottom half for a few seconds before he was glancing up at you to check for your reaction. âLet me eat your pussy.â
You were letting out a loud laugh of disbelief, lacking any humor as you clamped your thighs shut and shook your head. âI mean it Jake, we canât do this. Itâs wrong.â
His large hands were squeezing your ankles for a second before sliding up your legs softly, your breath getting shakier as he reached your knees and slowly separated your legs. You both could tell you werenât actually showing any attempt to stop him, not even putting up a fight as he lowered his face closer to your core and you could feel his breath over the wet spot covering your panties.
âItâs wrong that you want my tongue so bad your thighs are soaked.â He was talking in between the kisses he was laying on your skin, getting closer and closer to the thin fabric separating you and the point of no return. âWould be wrong to let you leave my room without my cum in your stomach.â
âPlease, you need to stop.â You were breathing it out in a moan once he finally was placing a kiss over your covered core, softly running his tongue along your wetness and humming softly. The vibrations went straight to your clit and your hips rolled off the bed, pushing his face straight against you. âOh fuck.â
He let out something that sounded almost like a growl before he was pushing your panties to the side and diving into your wet folds, wasting no time in sticking his tongue as deep as he possibly could get it and ignoring the way you nearly screamed and tried to close your legs around his head. He used his free hand to aggressively slam your knee back against the bed, opening you up completely for him and practically making out with your cunt.
It was completely lewd and disgusting, the wet noises filling the room as he ate you out with a level of expertise that almost made your stomach turn with curiosity if it wasnât for how good he was making you feel.
Your hand was going to his hair to pull him out of your core but plans changed when he was sucking your clit into his mouth softly, instead keeping him locked in place with his long strands between your fingers. He abandoned your sensitive bud to go back to trying to stick his tongue as deep inside you as he could, turning his head so he was pushing into your tight hole and he moaned against you, the vibration nearly pulling another scream from you.
âPlease Jake, oh my god please.â You almost thought you were begging for him to stop but you both knew you werenât, lifting your hips up every time he tried to take a breath in an attempt to keep him buried in your cunt as long as possible.
âWanna cum on my tongue or my cock baby?â He was lifting his head up to question you and you were thrown off by how easily it rolled off his tongue, how confident he seemed to be in being able to fuck you properly and make you cum with no question. You rarely came from hookups and definitely left unsatisfied more often than not but something about the glare in his eyes made you believe him.
You were apparently taking too long to answer considering he was climbing back on top of you and adjusting you slightly, moving your body like it weighed nothing.
âDonât know how long Iâve wanted you like this Y/N. Going to show you what a real man feels like inside this slutty little hole.â He was reaching down and rubbing his fingers against you for emphasis, smirking when you let out a shaky breath and your stomach clenched. âBeg for daddy to fuck you baby, let everyone hear how much you want me.â
You were shaking your head and letting out an actual sob now, tears heavy as they rolled down your face and landed on the bed underneath you. He looked completely unaffected by your emotional reaction to the humiliation and pure want you felt for him.
It didnât matter what he said now and it didnât matter even if his sister walked into the room and saw him on top of you like this, youâd realized from the second you entered the room that youâd let him do anything to you that he wanted and that fact drove you absolutely insane with guilt and embarrassment. He seemed to know it as much as you did considering he was silent and patient as he waited for you to get ahold of yourself, knowing youâd end up begging for him regardless.
âPlease Jake I need you so bad, need you to fuck me baby please.â You were pleading with him through a sob, grabbing onto his shoulders and trying to lift your hips to meet his and show him how desperate you were.
His eyes darkened the more you spoke and for the first time since entering his room you felt genuinely anxious, letting out a cry as he swiftly moved his hand up so it was pressing on your throat and restricting your breathing. Your eyes widened at his sudden aggression even though you were beginning to understand your mistake.
âSay it again and say it right or Iâll throw you out of my room with nothing but your dripping cunt.â He was leaning down to spit the words into your ear and you let out an embarrassing whine, another rush of heat running through you. âYou like that huh⌠like when I get rough with you?â
You were nodding the best you could with his hand around your throat, the sting of the pressure making more wetness rush out of you as complete desperation took over your mind and left you feeling dizzy and out of it. Out of it enough that your tongue was hanging out of your mouth before you realized it, mouth opening as you stared up at him with watering eyes and heavy eyelashes.
He let off some of the tension around your throat just enough for you to be able to speak in a weak voice.
âPlease daddy please give me your spit, Iâll be a good girl I promise.â You were practically sobbing as you begged him and his eyes were basically darkened to pitch black at this point, staring down at you with a hunger youâd never experienced from someone before. âCan do whatever you want to me, Iâll take it.â
Jake aggressively gripped your jaw and tugged your head closer towards his, waiting until you were eagerly sticking your tongue back out for him so he could spit roughly into your mouth. Before you got a chance to swallow it he was chasing after his spit with his own tongue, licking against yours until he was practically in your throat. You hummed softly and bobbed your head so he was even deeper, wanting him inside you in every way humanly possible.
âGod youâve gotta let me fuck you now or Iâm going to hurt you.â He was pulling back to speak through gritted teeth, nearly looking pained as he was roughly sitting you up and tugging off the sweater youâd been wearing, leaving you completely bare outside of your panties that were beyond stretched from the way he was holding them.
âHurt me.â You were begging him for it before you even processed that you wanted it, the imagine of him holding you down and shoving himself so deep inside you that you couldnât handle the stretch making your stomach tighten with want. âPlease Jake hurt me.â
âDonât even know what youâre fucking begging for, youâre such a slut you donât even care how I fuck you.â He sounded so angry but you knew he was just as affected as you, tugging you up and back into his lap so you were straddling him again. He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth for just a second before he was letting it go to speak again. âWanna drag you down to that packed living room and take you in front for everyone there, let everyone watch me stuff you so deep your stomachs bulging.â
You were dizzy now, almost worried you were going to pass out from how overwhelmed you were and heâd barely even touched you so far.
You were desperately rolling your hips into his again and he was surprisingly letting you, guiding you as you bounced in his lap and practically rode him despite the fact he was still fully clothed. The image of you, bouncing on his hard on while practically naked and dripping down your thighs compared to him being fully dressed and composed made you feel even dizzier and you found yourself longing for what he was describing.
âGonna make me feel so full daddy please, Iâm sorry.â You could feel his hardness pressing against you every time you bounced and you were so turned on you couldnât even find the time to be embarrassed you were probably soaking the fabric of his pants, the time to be humiliated you were calling a boy younger than you daddy.
âShould be fucking sorry.â He was growling out the words again and flipping you over easily so your stomach was on the bed instead, lifting you up by your hips so your ass was perfectly presented for him.
He didnât hesitate before he was sending a sharp smack to your bare skin, immediately ripping a pained yelp from you that faded off into a desperate whine. You were adjusting yourself so you were pushing your ass towards him more and silently communicating you wanted him to hit you again, sobbing into his bed and pressing your face into the blanket to try to muffle the sounds of your cries.
Thankfully, he was understanding and roughly hitting you again. You knew he wasnât using his full strength considering how strong he was but he definitely wasnât going easy on you and you could feel yourself leaking even more at the pain.
âTell me youâre sorry for never looking my way when I was a kid.â His words were barely being processed by you since you were so dizzy but you cried harder at the sound of his deep voice commanding you. âSorry for being such a fucking slut but never giving me the chance to fill this pussy up.â
âOnly want you to fill me please.â You were being immeasurably too loud but you didnât even slightly care, completely serious in your desires for him to be inside you no matter who was watching. âM so sorry Jae please, please.â
You could hear the sound of his belt coming undone behind you and you nearly cried with relief, adjusting even more so you were completely presenting your ass and core to him. You wanted him to see how much you belonged to him so heâd have no choice but to fuck you.
He mustâve finished undressing his lower half because you could feel him pressing against you and your back arched at the realization his skin was pressing against yours, a loud whine sounding through the room when you felt his bare cock rubbing against your folds and thighs experimentally. You pushed against him harder and he reached up to squeeze the fat around your hips roughly in annoyance, a silent warning as he groaned softly.
âGonna stuff you now and youâre going to lay here and take it.â He was grunting as he spoke and you sucked in a sharp breath when the head of his cock caught on your hole, pushing in just enough for you to realize he was a lot thicker than youâd prepared for. âFuck youâre so tight, Iâm going to end up in your stomach.â
You arched at his words and whined into his blankets, pushing your hips back against his so he was going deeper inside you. The stretch was knocking the air out of your chest but you nearly cried with how full he was going to make you feel.
âPlease daddy please, Iâll be such a good girl for you I promise.â You were pathetically pleading with him and you knew for a fact that if anybody had drunkenly wondered upstairs they could definitely hear you, but you didnât care about anything other than him in this moment and he was driving you crazy with how slow he was pushing into you.
He was finally losing his control and fucking himself deep inside of you in one go, bottoming out as you both took deep breaths and tried not to lose it before youâd even started.
The sound of him groaning above you was making you even more needy and you were overwhelmed with how much you wanted to keep hearing him make sounds like that, instinctively clenching around his length and feeling the way he was throbbing deep inside you.
You were basically sobbing with pleasure just from his first stroke into you when he pulled out completely, your body reacting intensely to the emptiness as you immediately looked over your shoulder and prepared to beg for him to fuck you again, stopping mid sentence when he was turning you back over on your back so you were able to see him again.
He was slamming himself back into you before you even adjusted to the position and he felt ten times deeper now, a pained grunt falling from your lips as he started to finally actually fuck you.
âFuck youâre so fucking tight Y/N. I thought you were a whore but you feel brand new for me baby.â His facial expression as he spoke through gritted teeth and continued to thrust into you made you dizzy and you desperately reached out to hold his arms to try and ground yourself.
âJust for y-you Jake, only wanna be this full with you.â You were practically delirious as you cried and spoke to him but your words seemed to turn him on more considering he was slamming into you harder, clearly enjoying the level of ownership you were voicing towards him.
You didnât want to internalize any of the things he said about you not paying attention to him before, knowing if you stopped and considered what he was implying youâd not be able to go through with this.
He was skilled at distracting you considering he was reaching forward to aggressively grab at your wrist, placing your hand against your stomach and pressing down so harshly you grunted in upset as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The lack of understanding didnât last long considering it took only two more rolls of his hips inside you for you to feel what he was intending, your stomach bulging slightly from his size forcing itself deeper.
âFeel that?â He was rasping and you looked up to meet his gaze for the first time since he entered you, taken back by how dark and deadly his eyes were. âYouâre mine now.â
You were nodding quickly in confirmation, not because you agreed with what he was saying necessarily but because of the wave of fear you felt seeing how serious and cold his expression was.
He had managed to already get you shockingly close between the foreplay and rough manhandling and it wasnât long before you were feeling the familiar tightness in your stomach, only worsening when he was leaning down and catching your mouth in the sloppiest kiss of the night. It was bordering painful and filthy, exactly what you needed to distract you from how wrong this was and exactly what you needed to have you finishing around his length with a sharp inhale into his mouth.
You wrapped your arms around his neck to keep him kissing you even after youâd came, letting him know it was okay to keep fucking himself deeper inside you.
It was just enough to help you forget everything outside of the feeling of him on top of you and you felt drunk with how much you wanted to stay in this moment. You were terrified by how much he seemed worth the consequences when you had him like this, how much you wanted him even when the door was swinging open and a loud shriek was coming from the hallway.
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Best friend Chan who is in love with reader but has a girlfriend?
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Pairing: bestfriend!Chan x reader college au Genre: Angst (i cant write that for shit.), fluff, smut Word Count: 4.5k (lord help me) Warnings: Chan's gf is controlling, gf is a pick me, mentions of cheating (not by chan), mentions of college (younger half of members + chan gf + reader), fade to black sexual moment kinda >.>, nosey ass friends >.>, mentions of ateez members, not proofread, fighting >.> DO NOT DO IT, lowkey (highkey) cringe... UHH Idk what else...
A/N: I have exams soon so >.> i won't be taking requests until like May đ uhh I might get out the requests I have but until May I won't be accepting any very sorry >.>
You pursed your lips as your best friend's girlfriend, Chaewol, rubbed herself all over your friend, Chan's, arm.
"Chrissy." She said sweetly. "Can we go now?"
Your other friend, Seungmin stared at her, not even trying to hide the look of disgust on his face.
Minho just blinked slowly.
"Babe, we just got here." Chan sighed.
"I know but the waitress keeps giving me dirty looks." She pouted.
Hyunjin, a man who'd grown to be as close as a brother to you, made a face and leaned in close to you whispering, "Maybe if she hadn't been all over Chan as if the waitress wanted to steal him she wouldn't get dirty looks."
You gave your friend a knowing face.
"It's fine Chan." Seungmin smiled, stirring his drink with his straw, "Just go."
Chan looked at you with an apologetic look.
You shrugged. "We'll just try again some other time."
He smiled. "Alright. See you guys." He stood with Chaewol, who gave you the nastiest look as Chan led her out.
"The waitress wasn't even looking." Seungmin pinched the bridge of his nose.
"She's obviously jealous." Hyunjin huffed. "I would be too if my boyfrie-"
Seungmin elbowed him.
You looked between the two confused. "What?"
"Nothing." They both said.
Minho grabbed. a bunch of tissues from the dispenser in the middle of the table and tried forcing Hyunjin to eat them.
You burst into a fit of laughter as a waiter came over with water to help the spluttering Hyunjin.
Your phone buzzed with a notification from Instagram, you opened it and sucked in a breath at the post. It was of Chan and Chaewol at a bubble tea shop, she was kissing his cheek.
Hyunjin looked at your phone and sighed. "It's fine."
You nodded, "Yeah. Say any of you up for barbecue?"
Seungmin smiled, "Let's go."
It was late now, well past midnight, Chaewol was asleep, and Chan lie awake. He sucked in a breath, rolling onto his side and grabbing his phone, he opened Instagram and squeezed his phone. The picture Chaewol had taken earlier had blown up, "he's so sweet" and "you're so lucky" flooded the comments. He kept scrolling and stopped at a post where you were in a shopping cart and Changbin was pushing you, while Jisung was in a separate cart and Hyunjin struggled to push him. He laughed lightly and paused at a post from 30 minutes ago, that would've been 1am, you were at a table with the other guys. Jeongin was out cold on the table and the rest of them looked drunk stupid except for Minho, probably the driver..
Chan felt his heart clench. When was the last time he'd gone out like that with the rest of you.
He tapped your profile and scrolled through your recent posts, baking with Felix, cooking with Minho, gym day with Han and Changbin, movie night with a friend, a guy, he didn't know..
He stared at the image for a moment before swiping to the next, same guy, laying on his back between your legs, head rested on you stomach, your fingers in his hair, all that was visible, his nose and eyes.
Chan whispered softly, "Who the fuck is that."
Chaewol rolled over, murmuring, "What is it?"
"Nothing." Chan said, "Go back to sleep."
Chan looked through the comments,
Hongjoongisworld 1w Wow, so that's where my snacks went.
HWWAAA 1w Lucky.
former stronk man 1w ;-; why wasn't I invited.
and you tagged Sannie..?
Chan tapped the tag and exhaled slowly at all the pictures of a muscular man with a square jaw and pretty face. So this was Sannie. This was the man doing things he should be, Choi San, who goes to an entirely different school from you.
Chan jumped as suddenly his phone was gone. "Chae-"
"He's hot.." She scrolled through San's profile and hummed. Then her face fell.
Chan leaned over looking at his phone, there you were, phone covering half your face as you took the picture, San behind you, his arm wrapped a little too tight around your waist. Chan took his phone from Chaewol and put it down.
"Go to sleep." He huffed, rolling to face away from her.
Chaewol stared at Chan in the darkness for a long moment before pursing her lips. He's not mad that I called that other guy hot. He's made that Y/N is close to him... And she rolled to face away from Chan, biting her pink nails. What could she do to you?
You were drunk, buzzed, completely inebriated. To the extent Minho had to call someone to pry you off the pole outside of the bar. He'd used your phone and called someone you had labeled as Mr Sannie
Mr Sannie turned out to be someone named Choi San, he was a close friend of yours apparently, and you hugged him poking his face and neck as he half carried, half dragged you to his car.
Minho stared at San for a long time. What is Chan even going to say..
In light of your recent Instagram posts and a long call with Minho, Chan decided to leave Chaewol at home and go hang out with you for the first time in a long while. It was fun, running around being stupid with you. You and Chan were eating ice cream in the park when he asked suddenly.
"Who's San?"
You blinked a bit surprised. "He's a friend of mine."
Chan looked at you before looking back at his ice cream. "Just a friend?"
"Of course." You laughed, it trailed off as you realized he was serious. "Chan, San is just my friend."
Chan looked at you and smiled, "Good."
You didn't exactly know how to respond to that. Good why?
Your phone buzzed and you looked at it, there was a message from Yongbok to the group chat your friend group had.
lixie 3:47pm We're having a party off campus, you senior citizens tryna join in?
He Who Feeds Them Tissues 3:47pm I will if Chan will.
OMG SLAYđ
đť 3:48pm Why are we senior citizens...
Chubby Cheeks 3:48pm Because you've already graduated.
Hangry 3:48pm But we're not senior.
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đť 3:48pm Minho and Chan are.
He Who Feeds Them Tissues 3:47pm You haven't eaten tissues in a while have you Hyunjinnie.
Me 3:49pm You're cooked. đ
Loaf 3:49pm I'll go. Hyunjin hide.
Channie 3:49pm LOLLL
STAAA 3:49pm OMG GRANDPA LEARNED LINGO
lixie 3:50pm đ§ never thought i'd live to see it.
You giggled and looked at Chan who rolled his eyes.
Your phone buzzed again and Chan peeked over your shoulder, tensing at the sight of Sanniepoo..
Mr Sannie 3:50pm There's a party. Go with me?
Chan looked at you, you hadn't clicked the notification, hesitating.
"Are you going to go?" You asked him.
He bit his lip, "I have to ask Chaewol."
You looked down at your phone and tapped Mr Sannie's chat, typing something. "It's fine." You looked at your phone again and stood, "I have to go meet up with a friend."
Chan opened his mouth to say something, that friend was San, this guy he didn't know, who his own girlfriend thought was hot. You were going to meet up with this guy...
"Bye, Channie." You said before he could get any words out.
And you were gone.
You were sitting in class biting your pen and trying to study in art history before the teacher arrived, when you heard the steps then the whispers. You didn't bother looking up until a pink purse was thrown on your textbook.
You knew that purse, you'd helped Chan pick out that purse for...
"You really think you're funny." Chaewol said. Her group of girls dressed as if this were still high school looked at you with disgusted looks.
You looked up at her. "Am I laughing?"
The chatter in the class died.
"Leave my boyfriend alone." She said.
You raised a brow. "You think I'm messing with Chan?"
"Chris. Doesn't want you."
You stood, "What makes you think I want Chan?"
"Why else would you be all over other guys to get his attention?"
The class gasped.
"I've done a lot of stupid shit, but trying to get a guy's attention is not on that list yet." You said glaring at her.
"You're such a liar!" One of her friends said. "We've seen the pics of you with the guys from KQ Uni."
Chaewol got in your face. "Listen here, Y/N, if you don't leave Chan alone, it's going to be and you."
You sucked in a breath, "Back up."
"If I don't?" She asked.
"How old are you, Chaewol?" You asked irritated.
Chaewol smirked and turned, letting her hair extensions hit you as she grabbed her purse.
You pursed your lips.
You hadn't expected to be greeted by San's car outside of school as you left.
He gave you the corniest smirk as you got in, "I have a surprise for you."
You tilted your head, "What is it?"
He held a out a small box covered in blue velvet and you took it, opening the box you smiled at the sight of a plain black ring band. engraved in silver on the inside was "Dumass #1"
You burst out laughing and put the ring on as San held up his right hand, showing his matching band. You two took several pictures before San started driving.
"Hungry?" he asked.
"You know me so well," you smiled.
You took several more stupid pictures and a few pictures of your food, you were going to post the images but then you remembered what Chaewol had said.
"Why else would you be all over other guys to get his attention?"
You shook your head and pressed post.
"We should go meet the guys, they're out and about today." San hummed.
You nodded, "Okay."
You were laying in bed scrolling when Chan called you, you stared at your phone for a moment before answering. "Helloooo?"
"Uh.."
You heard the shakiness in his voice as he spoke.
"Can you come over? I- Chaewol and I aren't talking." He said sniffing.
"Chan what happened?" You sat up in bed, it wasn't the first time something like this happened...
You were at his house in 20 minutes, staring at your friend as he sniffled and allowed you before hugging you. You patted his back and made him sit as he cried about Chaewol cheating on him... again.
"Am I doing something wrong?" He looked up at you with tears in his eyes.
"Of course not Channie." You smoothed his hair and smiled at him gently. "She's the problem."
He muttered something about not being good at anything and lied down on the couch, resting his head on your lap.
You spent most of the night comforting Chan and relaxed when you got him to go to sleep. You stared at your friend's sleeping face, so content and calm as if in his dreams he'd forget about everything. You smiled slightly and leaned back against the couch falling asleep yourself, sure this would be the last time, positive...
When you woke up Chan wasn't laying on your lap and you assumed he'd gotten up to go do something but as you were about to stand you heard the voices by the door...
"Chris, you know it didn't mean anything. I love you babe." Chaewol sobbed.
"Please don't..." You heard Chan sigh.
"Chan!" She sobbed louder, and you heard her fall to the floor, "Babe it won't happen again! I swear! I love you, please!"
He wouldn't... right?
"Chaewol stand up."
"Not until you forgive me." She sniffed.
You exhaled slowly as Chan told her, "Come back later."
"Chrissy please-"
"I'm serious."
"Fine."
You heard the door close then Chan was back in the living room staring at you.
"Y/N-"
"It's fine. Just enjoy yourself." You pursed your lips and rolled your eyes, before leaving him standing there.
Chan's mouth was half open he was going to say something, he willed the words out. But a small, "Thanks for coming over." Left his lips instead and was met with the door slamming.
Chan kissed Chaewol and muttered, "You did so good for me."
Chaewol lay there on the bed trying to catch her breath, after cleaning up, Chan got into bed and Chaewol was already out cold. He rubbed her head gently, then he got a text from Changbin.
Baby Changbin 7:59pm Did you see what Y/N posted?
Chan opened instagram, there was a bunch of posts with you and a bunch of guys he didn't know, there was more with that Choi San... and he scrolled to this afternoon, food, you two being stupid, then.. a picture of your hand and someone else's, someone Chan could assume was San, wearing matching rings.
Chan bit his lip and looked at his jewelry drawer. He'd stopped wearing the necklace that matched yours because Chaewol thought it was "intrusive" and "a physical show of emotional cheating".
That left one thing...
"Baby." Chan shook Chaewol gently.
"Huh?" She groaned.
"There's a party tomorrow," He muttered.
"I know." She opened her eyes a little.
"Can we go?"
"Yeah whatever, let me sleep..."
Chan lie back and stared at the pictures of you and San.
He opened his chat with Changbin.
Me 8:02pm He goes to KQ Uni?
Baby Changbin 8:02pm They all do
Me 8:03pm We're going to that party.
The day of the party Chan pulled up in front of the old college he once attended, where you and Chaewol currently went. He had come on Chaewol's request, so he could take her to buy a new outfit for the party.
He saw you and Jisung and was about to get out of his car to go talk to you but another car pulled up. Chan froze as he got out of the driver's seat and hugged you then began counting on his fingers while making an exaggerated face. Jisung cackled. You rolled your eyes and pushed San's head, he faked a hurt expression and opened the front passenger side door for you.
Chan squeezed the wheel and this time got out of the his car, he would've approached but the sound of a squeal made him look away from you, Chaewol and her friends came over and she threw herself on him.
She looked in your direction, then made a face, "That's the guy from KQ Uni isn't it?"
Chan didn't answer, eyes glued on the way you and San went back and forth before you finally got into the car and Jisung got in the back seat.
Chaewol shook him slightly. "Chris?"
Chan's eyes met San's as he closed the door. All the man did was smile before getting into his car and driving away taking you with him.
Chaewol squeezed Chan's arm. "Is something wrong?"
"Not at all." Chan lied, "Let's go, hm? Gotta make you look even more beautiful."
Chan pulled up to the party with Chaewol and her friends. He got out and opened the door for Chaewol, who quickly scampered to join her other friends. Chan shook his head and started looking around for his friends, then he saw Minho, there was a group of guys with him, Chan could only recognize San.
He approached and San smiled at him, Minho patted Chan on the shoulder and introduced him to the rest of the men. "This is my good friend Chan. Channie, this is San, Seonghwa and Yunho."
Chan nodded and smiled, "Have you seen Y/n?"
"Oh, she ran off with Seungmin somewhere." Minho said. "Probably to get drinks."
"Oh, okay."
San raised a brow at Chan, "You know Y/N?"
"She's my friend from high school." Chan said.
Seonghwa looked between the two sensing the tension and laughed nervously, "I'm going to go.. get us some drinks? Yunho come with me." Seonghwa grabbed Yunho and dragged him away.
MInho stared at the two in shock, "Hey, hey, hey. It's a party, don't look so aggressive.."
San nodded, "Of course."
A moment later, you and Seungmin came bouncing back giggling like little children. Seungmin grabbed Minho, "Hyunjin wants to dance with you." And he dragged him away.
Chan smiled at you. You gave him a hug and poked his nose, "Didn't think you'd make it."
"I'm here." Chan shrugged.
San's mouth fell open dramatically and he made a face at you. "Am I invisible???"
You gave him a side eye. "I saw you earlier."
San clutched his chest, "So cruel..." he faked tears then the two of you started laughing.
Chan felt a tug on his arm, he looked at Chaewol.
"Oh," She looked at you and San.
San looked past you at Chaewol and you turned, pursing your lips ina. tight smile.
"Hi," Chaewol smiled at you and then looked at San, "I'm Chaewol."
"San," He nodded before looking right at Chan as if asking with his eyes So you have a girlfriend... San smiled at you and grabbed you, "Y/N we should dance."
Chan was about to say something but Chaewol pulled him away, "Babe we should go get some drinks."
Chan wanted to pull away he wanted to say no but then.
"Christopher."
He looked at Chaewol and smiled, "Ok."
As the party neared its end, Chan didn't know where Chaewol was, but he was too drunk to wonder. Minho had found him half passed out on the couch and helped him up. Minho helped Chan walk and eventually found you, talking to San's friend Seonghwa.
"He's too buzzed yo drive and Chaewol is no where to be seen." Minho said before carefully passing Chan's weight to you.
You stumbled slightly and somehow managed to support him. Seonghwa helped you before you fell over, you carried Chan to Seonghwa's car and tossed him in the back seat.
Seonghwa drove you to Chan's house and parked before asking, "Are you okay to carry him in alone?"
"Of course, I've got him." You laughed, and woke up a half asleep Chan in the backseat before helping him walk to his front door and convincing him after a bit of bickering to open the door. he trudged into the house and flopped face first onto the couch.
You laughed and he looked at you.
"Are you going?" he asked quietly.
You stopped laughing and nodded.
"Why...?"
"Because I have to go home, Chaewol wouldn't like seeing me here." You said.
Chan sat up and looked at you, "Please don't go."
You stared at him, "Chan-"
Before you could protest he hugged your waist and buried his face in your belly. "Please.
You stood between staring down into his eyes as he looked up at you. "I can't... Chaewol might get angry."
Chan's grip on your relaxed for a brief second. Then it tightened again and he whispered, "I don't care... Please... Stay. I need you to stay."
"You're drunk." You shook your head and started pry yourself away from Chan but he held you tighter.
"Would you be mad at me if I told you I liked you?" He muttered.
"No." You said quietly. "I'd ask you why."
"And if I said I love you?"
You stared at Chan. "You're not thinking straight." You started to pull away but he squeezed you for a moment.
"I don't need to think." He stood up and smiled gently at you, "It feels better if I'm with you." He hugged you completely against him and rested his head on your shoulder.
"Chan I-"
"Don't push me away right now... I might cry if you do." He breathed.
You held him as his body relaxed against yours. And the door opened.
You weren't sure what happened between the door opening and where you were now. What you did know was that you were going to beat the crap out of the person pulling your hair.
Chaewol pulled your hair and screamed at you as her friend tried pulling her back. It was a mess of punches and scratches and hair-pulling. "Boyfriend stealing, home-wrecking BITCH!" Chaewol screamed as she pulled your hair.
"You're the one who can't keep your legs closed!" You shouted, swinging at her.
"Don't come back here! Keep your hands off Chris!" She shouted as Chan pulled you off her and she kicked at you still gripping your hair.
You grasped on her hair as well and pulled out her hair extensions. "You fucked your relationship over yourself! You cheater! You ugly, ungrateful- OOOH!" You threw her extensions in her face as Chan picked you up around the waist and carried you out the door.
"Christopher! Get back here! Bring her back right now!" Chaewol shouted as her friend tried calming her down.
You were trying to get away from Chan as he dumped you on the ground and held you so you wouldn't run back to keep fighting.
"Chan are you even living?!" You shouted. "Howw do you let her treat you like that! It's your house, your money, your LIFE!" You pulled away from him and started walking away.
He grabbed your hand and pulled you back hugging you tightly. "Please." he muttered. "I love you."
You stared blankly for a moment. "Huh?"
"I need you." He pulled back and looked at you.
"You're probably just in shock and drunk."
He shook his head slowly, "I'm tired. I'm tired of fighting and screaming and everything.." He leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours. "Please."
And you didn't stop him as he kissed you.
Chaewol was faking tears the following monday in class and everyone was running to her to console her. Except you.
"Chaewol don't cry." Someone said rubbing her shoulder. "What happened?"
"I went home after the p-party. And Ch-Chan and Y/N were all over each other," She sobbed.
The whole class shot you dirty looks, you kept about your business staring at your text book.
"A-And then..." She snuffed. "We had a fight and Chan carried her out." She sobbed dramatically.
You made no move of any kind when some girls came up to you asking if it was true.
"IT GETS WORSE!" Chaewol shrieked. "THAT HOMEWRECKER KISSED HIM OUTSIDE TOO!"
You closed your textbook and got up from your seat, going to leave. As you stepped out of the building Chaewol's friends flocked behind you.
What you hadn't anticipated to see outside was Chan, he leaned against his car looking at his phone. Looking up at the sight of you and the other girls.
"Where's Chaewol?" he asked.
"She's inside crying over your sorry ass." One of her friends spat.
Chan opened his car and pulled out three pink suitcases and set it on the side walk. "Tell her to come get her stuff. If I missed anything she can come get it herself."
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Chaewol's voice came from the front entrance and you turned to see her running out and down the steps where she grabbed Chan. "Chris! Chrissy! Baby! Honey!"
Chan pulled his hand away from hers.
"WHY?!" She screamed, other students were looking through class windows or from where they were walking.
"I'm tired. I'm so tired." Chan said simply and grabbed your hand.
You gasped as he put you in the car. "Chan-" You started as Chaewol tried to open your door.
"Let them try." He said locking the doors and looking at you. "I want to talk to you."
When you were a sophmore in high school and Chan was a senior, you became fast friends. Not that Chan wanted to be your friend, really, he had been hoping to get your number and possible convince you to date him. But he'd failed miserably as Minho told him countless times before.
You'd have been lying if you had said you weren't into him, he was sweet and funny and gorgeous. But when he went to JYPU, he met a girl from another school, she was sweet at first, but when they started dating things didn't work out well. At least for Chan. The first time he'd called you crying saying that he and Chaewol had fought you thought it was normal. But the more it happened, the less normal it seemed to you...
And then he didn't speak to you for months on end... because Chaewol said he couldn't.... Becuase Chaewol didn't trust you.
And when she'd cheated and you suggested breaking up, it wasn't even a day before he'd forgiven her. And you couldn't help but wonder why. Why you were in this car staring at your hands? Why you let him drag you out? Why you let him kiss you?
Chan whispered quietly. "I talked to San."
You looked at him.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not you fau-"
"It is." He rested his head on the steering wheel. "I let Chaewol take over my life, and every time she lied and betrayed and and promised it wouldn't happen again it did... and I let it happen." he sat up and turned to you. "I'm sorry."
You sucked in my breath. "You shouldn't apologize. You couldn't have known better.."
"But I did know better." He looked at you. "I've known better- No, I knew you were better. I just.. I was scared you didn't want me back. Let me tell you when I'm sober. While you'll listen.."
"Channie." You stared at him.
He leaned in. "Can I.." he said quietly.
You nodded slowly and Chan leaned into you, his soft breath against your lips before he kissed you gently. He pulled away and whispered. "I love you."
You looked into his eyes. "I love you too..."
Your phone buzzed in your bag for god knows what time. Chan's lips were on your neck, you whined as he sucked a dark mark to the skin.
You moaned as he rutted against you. Rubbing his tented crotch against your clothed pussy. He pressed his thumb to your lip, "Suck." He muttered.
You opened your mouth and sucked on his thumb obediently. He groaned and pulled your shirt over your head. Chan kissed down your chest and removed your bra before moving lower and pulling off your pants. He kissed your thighs and smiled at the wet spot on your pantie. "This for me?"
He pulled your pantie off and licked a big strip of your pussy and moaned into you. You grabbed his hair.
"This is mine. You hear?" He looked up at you, coffee colored eyes dark and pupils blown wide. "This pussy is mine."
You whimpered and nodded.
"Good girl." He whispered before shoving his tongue into you.
You squealed.
"And the rest was..." You smiled to yourself blushing deeply.
"So then what?" Seonghwa asked as he sipped his coffee.
"You horny little-." San slapped him.
You rolled your eyes and smiled as your phone buzzed with a message from Chan.
Channie𼰠2:14pm I wanna take you out, text me when you get home.
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ANYONE BUT YOU .ŕł [MICHAEL KAISER MINI SERIES]
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summary. as lines get blurred, hearts get flustered, and a scheme ensues, your brother's best friend suddenly seems way more interesting than he used to be. genre. college AU | older brother's bestfriend | fake dating (req by @/saekkas) | angry confession (req by anon) | enemies to lovers content/warnings. reader is ness's younger sibling | reader is a sophomore while kaiser is a senior | they shit talk each other | use of pet names (dollface) | toxic university gossip culture | mentions of threats | reader has a casual relationship with someone | profanity | specific cw will be added in every chapter word count. est 15k+ | 3 parts notes. ik i made a poll asking if i'll make it a multi-chaptered thing or a long long long ass fic, and the long ass fic won but hear me out xD i want to try committing to this!! so yup, it's my first series please be kind. reblogs and comments are deeply appreciated. they make me so happy đ
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Say Yes to me
summary: You've been in love with Jeon Wonwoo since forever, and due to your family relations, you had hopes you'd marry him. Your only problem? he's getting engagement to someone else.
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During his Engagement party, your childhood best friend and love of your life, Jeon Wonwoo, asks you to run away with him.
pairing: 1960s!AU - Childhood bestfriend! Wonwoo x F!Reader
word count: 10k (45~ minute read) â My longest ever!
warnings: unrequited crushes and overall foolishness, idiots in love, best friends to lovers to not lovers to lovers again, some angst?, Wonwoo is such a nerd, making out in dingy motels, unrealistic mileage for gasoline, seokmin being the sweetest
a/n: This will most certainly be my last fic of the year! So, Happy Holidays everyone! This year has been so troublesome, but I've grown so much and written a lot more, too! I'm so, so grateful for everyone I've met and everyone that's enjoyed my stuff! See you in 2024!
Had you been questioned, there would never be a concrete answer to the question of just how long you had been in love with Jeon Wonwoo.Â
Youâd know him forever, and maybe you loved him all along.
Your families were business partners turned friends. And there had always been talk of marriage between the children. Of course, for convenience. The Jeonâs produced top-class racing and sports cars, while your family were in the chemical business, specialising in industry paints and finishes, it was only natural to unite the two families and profit.Â
Although your wealth was vast, it was nothing compared to the Jeonâs, despite always having the chance to frequent the same environments, you often found you were on different levels altogether.Â
Jeon Wonwoo was the eldest son, and he carried himself as such â with all the poise and arrogance of the heir to a global conglomerate. He liked golfing and late night swims. Always took his coffee black with no sugar, and barely had anything for breakfast, preferring a hearty lunch instead.Â
His younger brother, Lee Seokmin, was the result of an affair with a secretary, though that did not mean he was loved any less, no. Seokmin lacked a single mean bone in his body, he had a pure heart and a contagious laugh. Â
They were by all means what people liked to call Irish Twins, born less than a year apart. And the nature of that fact only made their differences more apparent. Complete opposites they were, and that extended to how they treated you, too.Â
Every summer growing up, your family would travel to the country house and you and your sister would spend the better part of the months at the club. Oh, how you loved the country club with the fun summer activities the clear chlorinated water, having a meal under the pool umbrellas and getting funny tan lines.Â
But most of all, you enjoyed Jeon Wonwoo.
His family frequented the same club and every summer, youâd be practically glued to Wonwoo, even if he didnât dare to pay you any attention.
You were only three years apart, yet he acted as if you were an immature brat. Seokmin had always been happy to play with you and your sister, though.Â
More often than not, Wonwoo would lounge by the pool with a book, never daring to go in. And you would cross your arms over tile by the sides and try your damnedest to strike a conversation with him. He would ignore your every word, or worse, poke fun at your latest obsession.Â
âWonwoo, at what time where you born?â You ask, spitting out any chlorine filled water off your mouth.Â
He arches an eyebrow, looking up from his book.
âWhat?â
âWhat time were you born?â You repeat, unbothered by his acidic tone.
âWhy would I know that?â
âCanât you ask your mum?âÂ
He rolls his eyes, âWhy do you wanna know?â
âSo I can see your birth chart,â You shrug, twirling a wet strand of hair around your finger.Â
âThe fuck is a birth chart?â
âItâs like⌠Itâs a way to see your personality⌠And I can check to see if weâre compatible.â
âThatâs stupidâŚâ He rolls his eyes, again, âYouâre stupid.âÂ
You scoff, âYou wonât play alongâ Youâre such a bore!â You yell out and dive back in the pool, leaving behind a cackling Wonwoo.Â
Those hapless summer days were spent lazing by the pool with your sister and Seokmin â without a care in the world, laughing about nothing. With the isolated water-balloon fight every now and then.Â
Youâd grown up before you could realise it, never truly leaving behind your childish crush on Wonwoo. Even if by the age hierarchy, you had no chance of marrying him â Your sister were to marry Wonwoo and you possibly married Seokmin.Â
Though you held hope, it crumbled away with every passing minute.Â
But that year, your sister had the greatest early birthday present: Sheâd found the man she was to marry and best of all, your daddy could never say no to his girls.Â
With your sister marrying the love of her life, it meant that you would marry Wonwoo, right? It was only a matter of time and you would be sworn to each other before God, your friends, and family. And your first love would blossom.Â
On your 21st birthday, your father took you to work with him for the day, though you most lazed around and answered his calls. You only expected to have lunch for your birthday and a party on the weekend.
At noon, he drove to the Jeonâs factory to deliver the new paint samples.Â
The workers, most of whom had watched you, your sister and the Jeon kids grow up, greet you excitedly and some even wish you happy birthday. Your father goes straight to the floor to speak to the manager.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Jeon himself shows up.
Mr. Jeon was a handsome old man a captivating smile, he was incredibly passionate about his work and adored mechanics, but he loved his sons above all â And he had great expectations for his boys.Â
He greets you with a warm hug and wishes you a happy birthday before discussing business with your father. To which you busy yourself with staring at the pieces waiting for a coat of paint.
âHey, baby, why donât you come with us to the patio?â Your father calls and you oblige, skipping toward the two men.
The patio is where they stored their models waiting to be shipped out to agencies or sometimes, for the higher profile clients, directly to the customer. You look at the new line to be launched next winter: sleek and modern with leather seats and wooden accents on the interior. You could never criticise the Jeonâs for their taste, they knew their stuff.Â
âCome here, baby,â Your father waves his hands, âWhat do you think of this car?âÂ
You study the convertible in a bright red with a cream leather interior; a classic.Â
âItâs gorgeous, daddy, when are they launching it?â
âIt should be out next year, but what do you think of the colour?â
âI like it,â You nod enthusiastically.
âThatâs great baby, why donât you read up on this model?â He hands you a tiny card, common in the factory, that has the model and batch number, as well as the signature from the supervisor. But just underneath the model, you see the colour name: your name.
As you look at your father, completely astonished, he just lets out a warm laugh and opens his arms for a hug.
âYou named a shade after me?!â You glue yourself to him, still in shock.Â
âHappy birthday, princess.âÂ
âThank you, daddy, youâre the best!âÂ
âThatâs your dadâs present, how about you open mine, now?â Mr. Jeon interjects, waving a tiny jewelry box in the air.Â
You fix your hair and take it from his hand, expecting maybe a ring, or earrings.Â
But you find brand new car keys.
Mouth agape, you look at him while your father can only laugh at your surprised expression.
âWhy donât you give it a spin?â Mr. Jeon encourages, rushing you toward the convertible.Â
And though your father is beside himself with worry for you driving during rush hour, he settles for sitting in the passengerâs seat and doing some good old backseat driving, even though you barely make it past 30.
You drive around the block and return to the factory before your father has an anxiety attack over your driving.Â
âThank you so much, Mr. Jeon! When did you even do this?! I had no idea!â
âWonwoo oversaw the whole thing, heâs the one you should thank,â He laughs it off, but your heart can only skip a beat at the mention of your belovedâs name. Especially thinking he was the one to take care of such a great gift.
Wonwoo loved mechanics as much as his dad, sometimes even more. He even went to a good college for it, coming back even smarter than before â and much sassier, too. He never stopped doing manual work in the factory, guaranteeing every car made was up to the Jeon standard.
And you were very biased toward his mechanic abilities, especially when he would furrow his brow, glasses perched on the very tip of his nose; he would wipe off sweat off his forehead with his grease covered arm.Â
You remember to this day the last time your father came to discuss swatches and you stopped by the shop. Watching Wonwoo work on an older model with a leaky oil tank.Â
He did everything himself, changed the tank perched under the car, soldering a brand new one. He also did a once over on anything else that could become a problem in the future, any filters needing change, checking wires and gears, making sure the oil was fresh. The problem came with the lights. He had such a hard time wiggling his thick arms through the machinery to reach the right spot, and you watched very intently how his triceps flexed, deep green veins bulging under his skin.
Wonwoo had gotten so frustrated heâd shed off the top part of his coveralls, sporting a white undershirt so tight you could basically tell the shape of his sweat-clad torso. Oh, how youâd hoped he never got that bulb in place.
âComeâere,â Wonwoo calls out without further ado.Â
âWhy?â
âNeed your help,â He mumbles under a sigh.
You rise from the barrel you were sitting on and approach the open hood. âWith what?â
âGetting this fuckinâ bulb in place,â He hands you the tiny light bulb.
âWhere do I need to put it?â
âSeeâ in between this part, need to shove you hand until you reach back here in the light, then you just screw it in.â
âWhat if I get stuck?âÂ
âYou wonât, youâre so petite,â He smirks.
You scoff, âShut up.â
Leaning over the hood, you place your left hand on the chassis to steady yourself and shove your right hand in between gears and machinery, trying to find the spot he mentioned.
âI canât find it,â You complain.
âKeep trying.â
âI am!â
âHere, deeperââ He reaches for you, one hand on your waist and another on your arm, forcing you toward the place.
Youâre way too focused on finding the damn spot for the light, that you barely notice the proximity at all.Â
âCanât find it!â
âRight, rightâ My right.â
âItâs the same freakinâ right, you idiot,â You hiss.
He laughs, âFine, our right,â you groan at his stupid joke, âIt should be there, try to bring it closer to you.âÂ
âFound it!â You squeal with a smile, screwing the bulb in its place.Â
âAtta girl,â Wonwoo smiles.Â
âThere!â With a relieved sigh, you finally free your grease-clad hand from the machinery, slightly cringing at the black covering your fingernails â Itâd be such a bother to clean it up.Â
When you finally lean back, you stumble onto Wonwooâs firm chest. Lucky for you, he catches you, steady hold at your waist. Youâre finally aware of his proximity, to which he only smiles.Â
Looking down at where his warm, tauntingly large hands meet your waist, youâre suddenly filled with nothing but rage. â
âYou got grease all over my dress!â You whine, looking at the perfectly stamped print of his hand over your brand new summer dress.Â
He only laughs, âLooks better this way, trust me.â
âUgh!â You groan, stomping toward the washing area where they kept clean rugs.Â
He closes the hood with a loud thump that echoes through the shop and slides into the driverâs seat. The car comes alive with a loud hum and ta-da! The headlight works.Â
You are a little proud of your work, yes. But itâs not like youâll show it.
âDo you not anything clean in here?!â You complain, eyeing the pile of grease-covered rags thrown in a corner. That had to be a fire hazard.
âWhat?â Wonwoo shouts over the running engine.
You huff and stomp your way back to the car, throwing open the driverâs door. âI have a formal dinner to go to,â You state, leaning over the door.
âOkay, then go.âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you hold back any possible insults, âLike this?â You gesture toward your otherwise perfectly fine dress.Â
He holds back a little mischievous smile, âI have some clean clothes in the office.â
Wide eyes, mouth hanging agape, you stare at him dumbfound, âI hope thatâs a joke, Jeon Wonwoo.âÂ
He laughs, genuinely. That sweet, deep, dorky laugh of his that reverberates through his chest and plunges straight into your heart.Â
âCome on, Iâll drive you home.â
As much as he did tease you, Wonwoo never made short on his promises.Â
âIs he around?â You ask Mr. Jeon, trying your best to suppress any expectations.
âOh, he had some business⌠But he wished you a happy birthday.â
Your smile falters before your catch it, forcing the corners of your lips into a beautiful, rehearsed smile. âLet him know Iâm grateful. For the wishes and for the amazing present.â
It would soon be Wonwooâs birthday and you had been preparing for what felt like ages. You got him a really nice set of electric work tools since he complained often about how the shopâs tools were always malfunctioning. But you did feel somewhat bad about only getting him a gift relating to work on what should be a day about him.Â
So you caved in and got him a gorgeous wrist watch with classy black leather straps; on the underside you had his name inscribed with a heart. â You actually hadnât planned for the heart, but the jeweller got confused in between so many orders and it was too close to the date to have it re-done. You hoped you could play it off in a cool manner, maybe he would laugh at your story.
The party would be held the eve of his actual birthday, and you arrived at the venue with hours to spare. Your father and sister are by the entrance, speaking to Mr. Jeon, you greet them.
âHi, Mr. Jeon! Where should I put the gifts?â
âOhââ Surprised, he looks at your father, âYouâve brought giftsââ He seems⌠surprised? As if it were so weird to bring presents to a birthday party. âUhâ Iâm not sure, let me check with my wife where you could place those.â
You father nervously sips on his champagne, avoiding your sisterâs burning looks.
âYou havenât told her,â Your sister turns to your father, âWhy didnât you tell her?â
âTell me what?â You ask.
âHoney⌠This isnât Wonwooâs birthday partyâŚâ Your father speaks very slowly, gauging for your reaction at his every word.
Eyebrows raised, you question, âWhat do you mean?â
âItâs an engagement party, heâs getting engaged to Suzy,â Your sister rips the band-aid off.
And you feel the air being sucked out of your lungs at once, an agonising knot pulls at your throat and your nose stings with the threat of tears. The shopping bags fall from your hands and you fight off the urge to bawl your eyes out.Â
Before you actually do cry your eyes out, you rush outside.
âBabyââ Your father calls but you just storm off, not wanting to be near anyone.Â
Engaged? Engaged!
EngagedâŚ
Wonwoo was getting fucking engaged.Â
With a bitch named Suzy who had the prettiest hair youâd ever seen and knew how to talk to investors and could speak a thousand languages. And worst of all, she was the kindest, sweetest girl ever. You couldnât even hate her!
You werenât even allowed that! As much as you werenât allowed a simple heads up. How hard was it to tell you beforehand âHey, the guy youâve loved your entirely life is getting married to some girl and you just brought lemon pies to his engagement party, thought youâd want to know.â
Maybe you shouldâve taken the pies with you, at least youâd have some comfort.Â
You know what, what the fuck. Why didnât Wonwoo tell you anything?! It had been barely a couple of days since you saw each other, why couldnât he tell you? Were you not even worthy of that?Â
Like having known each other your entire lives doesnât make you worthy of such âwonderfulâ news? How hard is it to tell someone in passing that youâre getting engaged! And now, youâre supposed to smile all night and pretend like your guts arenât festering in rage and melancholy and your blood doesnât run cold at the mere thought of Wonwoo walking down the aisle.
Giving it a second thought, maybe it wasnât set in stone yet.Â
Itâs the modern times and even back in your parentsâ days, engagements were broken off all the time! He might not marry Suzy. You might have a chance.Â
Maybe you could askâ no, you could plead with your father to tell Mr. Jeon to think it all over. Wonwoo is still young, itâs not time to settle down just yet. He wanted to study abroad, he talked about the automobile industry in Europe with such amaze, and if that took a little longer, maybe Suzy would get tired of waiting?
Who were you fooling? You shouldâve seen it coming.
Of course, he wouldnât have married you, what were you thinking?!
Heâs the Jeonâs precious firstborn and youâre⌠someone who canât even tell apart the sizing in wrenches â To top it all off, Suzy was notably great with mechanics.Â
You really wish you had those pies with you, it would make your salty tears a little sweeter.
By the time youâre done sobbing in your car, you look a hot mess with runny make-up and swollen eyes. With a sigh, you pull out your purse and muster up any cosmetics that can save you for tonight.Â
You could cry all you wanted at home, but right now, you needed to look pretty and have your pictures taken.
By the time you return, the party is to start and guests are gathering at the front, your sister immediately rushes to your side.
âAre you okay?â she whispers, soft hands reaching for yours.Â
Forcing out a smile, âOf course! Who do you think I am?â
By the look on her face, you know she doesnât trust your words not one bit, but will not pry at your emotions any further. At least not for tonight, youâre sure tomorrow she will grill you about this. But for now, you put on a bright smile and greet all the guests.
From the Jeonâs, Seokmin is the third to arrive, missing only by the birthday boy himself. But he immediately greets his parents and comes to greet your family.
âHey!â You smile, putting aside your glass of champagne so you can hug him properly.
âHow you doinâ?â He asks, gorgeous smile on display.Â
âIâmâ Wellââ
âTheyâve told you thenââÂ
You press your lipstick coloured lips into a thin line, âYeah,â You nod.
âShit.â
âYeah,â You shrug, âIâm happy, Suzy is⌠aââ Nice words. Nice words. ââwonderful girl.â
Seokmin offers you a sweet smile. âLetâs hope she can handle his tantrums,â he nudges at your arm.
âOh, please!â You laugh.
Wonwoo was known for sometimes having a bit of a short temper, not often, by any means and maybe thatâs what made them so memorable. Like the one time he couldnât finish a puzzle during game night, so he gathered all the pieces and set the ablaze in the backyard.
âOrââ A waiter passes by with a tray full of champagne and he so kindly grabs two glasses, offering you one. âListen to thisâ He gets to the church, covered in grease from head to toe.âÂ
You laugh at the thought. Gods, how many times has Wonwoo decided to work on an engine while wearing his most expensive outfit? His mother nearly had a fit every time he would show up dishevelled and smelling like motor oil pretending like nothingâs wrong.Â
âPlease,â You sip at your drink, âI bet heâs gonna be all greased up tonight.â
Seokmin laughs wholeheartedly. He was the sort of guy to never hold back a fit of giggles no matter how inappropriate it may be, and it was certainly refreshing to know someone genuinely found your company enjoyable.
âFor sure, I think her parents will freak out.âÂ
You nod.Â
Tapping at your glass, you hesitate the following words, âGuess weâll be the ones getting married for the family, thenâŚâ
You didnât hate Seokmin, far from it. You loved him to bitsâ Not like Wonwoo, of course, you believed you would never love a man like you loved Wonwoo, ever again.Â
He was funny, and such a gentleman. Not to mention, handsome, too. If you werenât hopelessly in love with his brother, he wouldâve been the perfect husband of your dreams. But he did deserve better than a wife who could never give him what he deserves.Â
âSorry about that,â Seokmin comforts you and that only makes your nose sting with the threat of more tears.
âStooop!â You whine in a shaky voice and heâs overcome with worry.
âHeyâ Whatâs wrongâ?â
âDonât be so sweetâ Iâm emotional tonightââ You laugh at your emotional state, despite the teary-eyes.
âAre you a crybaby tonight?â
You nod, fanning your eyes in the hope of drying your tears before they can wash away your makeup.
Seokmin smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and you lean against his chest, fighting the urge to cry.
Itâs only when youâre certain you wonât bawl your eyes out, that you respond. âItâs not that I hate you, you know I love you, but⌠You deserve someone that will love you like a husband.âÂ
He nods, âI knowâ But it might not be so bad, weâre friends! Weâll have sleepovers every day, and weâll have Italian every night, weâll watch those silly movies you likeâŚâ Seokmin lists off all the things you would do in your very platonic marriage and it doesnât sound so bad.Â
He knew exactly how you felt, he loved you, of course he did, you were so precious in his eyes, but not like a lover.Â
You pull your face away from his chest to look up at him, âAre you gonna let me choose your clothes?âÂ
Seokmin sighs. You hated his questionable fashion since forever and in only very rare occasions did he accept your input, any other time and he assaulted your spirit with clashing patterns and silly shoes.
âFineâ!âÂ
You smile brightly, properly comforted.Â
Before you can tease him any further, you spot Wonwoo entering the venue. Although he is immediately swarmed with congratulatory words, his shy nature makes it so his only response is always an awkward smile.Â
He immediately spots you among the crowd.
You breathe in. In that moment, despite knowing he was sworn to another, that did not stop your heart from fluttering at the sight of him, his broad shoulders and the crooked tie he clearly put on a rush.
âCongrats, bro!â Seokmin is the first one to greet him, not letting go of your shoulder but instead pulling Wonwoo into a semi-hug.Â
âSeokminâŚâ Wonwoo eyes his brother and then you, and then his brother again.
âCongrats, Nonu,â You smile, letting go of Seokminâs comfort to reach for a hug.Â
Wonwoo smiles, letting you cling onto his neck, your citric perfume seeping into his clothes and body.Â
Oh, how his warmth could never compare to another. How you craved his affection like no other.Â
âThanksâ Uh, did you bring me anything?â He asks in a teasing tone.
âEyâ Nonu!â Seokmin scolds his brother.Â
âHow did you know I brought you something?â You giggle, pulling away from the hug.Â
Wonwoo shrugs.Â
You reach for his crooked tie, straightening it to the best of your abilities. âI brought it earlier, but I think your mum took it to the back room,â You explain, focused on the tie.
He, however is focused on your concentrated face, parted red lips and furrowed brows. The proximity that lets him almost feel your chest pressed against his, as if extending the hug.Â
âHowever, you, mister, have to greet your guests!â You scold, setting his tie in place.
Seokmin joins in, once again throwing his arm around your shoulder. âThatâs right, mum already gave me an earful about how late you wereâ And I got here on time!âÂ
âYeahâ Yeahâ Youâre right,â Wonwoo nods.
âLiquid courage?â You offer your half-drunk glass of champagne and he downs it in one go.
You and Seokmin goof around a little more and gossip about certain guests behind their backs. Dinner is served and you all sit down to eat, Seokmin insists you sit beside him, which just so happens to also be next to Wonwoo. And you thank him for indulging you one last time.
Wonwoo is mostly quiet, but you were used to him not being rather fond of public parties, especially when all of the attention is on him. On his other side, sits Suzy, the blushing bride-to-be. She tries to make conversation with Wonwoo, though most of it falls flat, he only ever gives her monosyllabic answers and rarely contributes to discussions.Â
That is until Mr. and Mrs. Jeon stand up, tapping forks to their glasses to call for everyoneâs attention. The room quiets down instantly.Â
âLadies and gentlemen, thank you for attending our little gathering tonight,â Mr Jeon greets the guests. âWe have some wonderful news we would like to share with you all.âÂ
âMy beautiful son, how proud I am of you,â He adds, âEvery day I am amazed at your intellect. Often, I question just where did you get those smarts!â
Everyone laughs.
âYou have grown into a fine man, and I canât take credit for any of it. You are the most mature, talented, and intelligent boy and you did it all by yourselfâ â
You can watch how Wonwooâs eyes gloss over with tears.Â
âIâm growing old, you know. And every father wants the guarantee that his children will be taken care of⌠Thatâs why Iâm so relieved and happy to announce that my worries will soon be goneââ He laughs but his sonâs smile falters, âIâd like to announce the engagement of my son, Wonwoo, to this beautiful young lady named Suzanne. Welcome to the family, Suzy.âÂ
He raises his glass and soon, the room fills with uproar. Everyone claps and you join in, smiling toward Mr. Jeon and Suzy. She stands up, thanking everyone and raising her own glass.
But Wonwoo doesnât move.Â
âNonu?â You whisper.Â
In his ears all that can be heard is muffled screams of joy and the incessant acute ringing. He closes his fists so tight that his blunt nails almost break through skin, he doesnât look at you, but itâs so clear something is wrong.
You and Seokmin exchange glances.Â
Before you can call for him again, he stands up at once, the chair falling behind him with a loud bang that silences the room in an instant. In large and rushed strides, Wonwoo leaves for the patio.Â
You stand up and follow him.Â
âWonwoo!â You call out, almost tripping over your party heels.Â
He stands in the yard, hand gripping at his gelled hair while the other fights with his tie, pulling at the suffocating fabric until it slides down.
The yard is decorated with a gorgeous fountain, sound of running water somewhat soothing in this moment.
âNonu, whatâs wrong?â You whisper, a hand reaching for his heaving shoulder.
âWhat wrong?!â He yells back, shoving your hand away, âDid you not fuckinâ hear âem?!âÂ
You step back and his gaze somewhat softens, realising he just pushed you.
âYou didnât knowâŚâ You whisper to yourself, epiphany hitting you like a punch to the gut. How could Mr. Jeon do this?! Throw this on him without any previous warning?!
âYouâ You knew?â His voice is shaky, laced with the sharp sting of betrayal.
âI found it out myself tonight when I got hereâ Iâ I thought you knew! I thought you agreed to it!â You argue.Â
âHowâ How can you think I would agree to marry someoneââ His words trail off in the night breeze, never to be finished.Â
âThenâ What will you do?â
âI donât know!âÂ
You bite at your nails, finding a concrete surface to sit on and ponder.Â
âI must leaveââ He speaks out, âRun away with meââ
âWhat?!â you stand up.
âLetâs leave, drive somewhereâ Wherever! I canât stay a moment longer in this place.âÂ
Oh, what a dilemma it was.
Abandon an engagement party with the groom-to-be, leaving behind furious parents and confused guests. And part of you knew that, despite your familyâs closeness and no matter how much your father claimed you were all very close like family, driving off in the middle of the night with a committed man was a blow to any respectable, single, young ladies.
What a dilemma it couldâve been if you werenât so enamoured with this man you would beck at any given call of his.
âIâll get my bag and tell your parents you want to stay out here for a couple of minutes,â You announce and he nods.
As you walk back into the venue, all eyes are on you.
âHeâs got the wedding jitters, everyone, not to worry. Wonwoo will return after heâs had a bit of fresh air,â You announce with a smile and all guests return to their previous activities.
But Mr. Jeon immediately corners you.
âWhat is he thinking?!â He half-yells, half-whispers.
âHeâs just nervous, itâs a big bit of newsâŚâ You lie through your teeth, âI think a little heads up wouldâve helped, you know he doesnât do well with surprises.â
The man sighs, âHe wouldnât ever agree to it. Iâve offered him countless girls to marry and he never accepts any of them.â Mr. Jeon looks at you and then sighs. âDo me a favour, convince him to come back, will you?â
âYes, sir,â You nod and head off into the back rooms.
Unbeknown to you, Seokmin is on your trail and he waits until you are in the back lounge, gathering your bags and jacket to close the door and corner you.
âWhat the hell happened?â
You jump at the sudden intrusion, âYou scared me!â You whisper.
âSorry,â He whispers back.
âHe didnât know!â
âWhat?!â He says in a normal tone, soon realising just how loud that was.Â
âWhat I said, I think your dad set up a trap⌠He knows Wonwoo wonât go against his word.â
âShit. What are we gonna do?â
âHe wants to run away,â You announce.
Seokmin looks at you, and then at the purse hanging from your should and the jacket in your hands.Â
âAnd youâre coming with him?â
âI canât leave him alone, not tonight.â
âAnd where are you going?â
âI donât know,âÂ
âAnd when are you coming back?â
âI donât know.â
âYou are coming back, right?â
âI have no idea, Seokmin,â You realise, but the prospect doesnât scare you as badly.
He scratches at his head. âLeave through the kitchen, Iâll hold off my dad. Make sure to give me a call once you guys are⌠I donât knowâ Just give a call, will you?âÂ
You nod, pulling him into a hug.
Doing as he instructed, you pass through the kitchen staff and rush through the backdoor, unseen by the guests. Wonwoo is sitting on a concrete bench, his head between his hands.
âReady?â You call out.
Wonwoo looks up, nodding before he rises to his height. You offer him a comforting smile and reach for his hand.Â
Once you get hold of his hand, you bolt across the yard toward the parking lot. He almost stumbles over his lanky legs, but catches up rather fast. You throw your stuff on the backseat and enter your car, Wonwoo decides to jump over the door.Â
You laugh at his antics with a shake of your head.Â
Once your heels are discarded, you start the engine and drive off, leaving behind that dreaded engagement party. Wonwoo busies himself with shedding his formal wear, throwing his tie on the floor and removing his blazer.Â
In any other occasion, this couldâve been such a lovely late-night drive, just the two of you in your beloved car, night breeze caressing your faces with her ice-cold kisses, cruising through deserted roads, barely a soul in sight except for the night owls.
And you might allow yourself to enjoy this moment.
The silence isnât a bother, no, Wonwoo was always a man of comfortable silences to you, but this once, youâre worried about goes on in that busy mind of his.
âYou alright?â You ask, looking away from the road to steal a glance or two at him.
âYeah,â He replies.
âTruly?â
âNo,â He scoffs at his own lie. âBut Iâll be.â
You nod.Â
You drive out of town and on the interstate roads for ages until Wonwoo finally speaks up. Youâre completely engulfed in darkness except for your headlights.
âWe should stop soon and have a rest.â
âOkay,â You nod, âAny preferences?â
âAnywhere.âÂ
And so you tell him to keep his eyes peeled open when a sign on the road says there should be a motel in the next couple KM. It doesnât take too long before youâre pulling into the parking lot of a roadside motel, much of a far-cry from your expensive hotels and luxury living.Â
You check in at the front desk with an old man who seems very unhappy with his life, he short of throws the keys your way.Â
The room is⌠surprisingly nice, given the circumstances of the ambience. Only problem is the, although quite large, singular bed. You exchange glances.
âShit,â Wonwoo curses, âIâm gonnaÂ
âYou wanna get hit?â You joke, âHeâs minutes away from killing us over this room. We can just share the bed.â
He looks at you with wide eyes. âIâll sleep in the tub.â
Oh, he certainly seems to hate the idea of sharing a bed with you, huh.
âNonu, please, itâs late and weâre both tired. It will be just like when we were kids,â You explain, setting aside your stuff.
Wonwoo nods, sitting on the strangely comfortable bed.
âYou think they have robes?â You ask, looking around.
âWouldnât bet on it.âÂ
âOh, Iâd kill to get out of this dress,â You whine, running to the bathroom to check for anything you could wear instead of your dress.Â
He just bites at his lips, watching you pace from side to side in that tiny bedroom.Â
Thatâs when you remember your forgotten shopping bags sitting in the trunk! Your compulsive shopping habits just saved you from a very uncomfortable nightâs sleep, how convenient!
âI think I have some clothes in my car,â You announce, grabbing the keys and heading toward the door.
âWait, youâre going by yourself? let me go with you.â
âI donât wanna lock the door, though,â You whine.
He sighs, âStay here, Iâll go.âÂ
You jump, âThank you, Nonu!â
While Wonwoo rummages through your trunk and pulls out the surprising large amount of shopping bags, you shed off your clothes and head toward the bathroom, dying to get some hot water on your body, put on your new PJs and doze off.Â
When he returns however, he is greeted by a sight any other man would die to see. Youâve left a trail of clothes from the bed toward the bathroom door. Starting on your pretty dress, splayed out over tiled-floor, and then your tights and then your underwear, matching, tooâÂ
He clears his throat. âIâm back!âÂ
But you probably donât hear him through the running shower, so he just sets down the bags and avoid the sight of your clothes. He decides to turn on the tiny TV and browse through any late night re-runs. You take only a couple of minutes in your shower.
âNonu?â You ask from the bathroom.
âYeah?â He turns down the TV.
âDid you find the clothes?â
âYeah.â
âCan you bring me something to wear?â Wonwoo gulps.Â
âUhâ Which one?â
âThere should be a light blue bag and a pink one.âÂ
âOkayââ He stands up and searches for the aforementioned colours.Â
Wonwoo heads to the bathroom door and leans against the wall, facing away from the door. He knocks once. You open the door and shove your arm through, reaching for the bags.
âThank youu!âÂ
He returns to the boring TV. Though all he could think about was the sight of your wet supple skin, knowing you were bare with only a thin sheet of plywood separating you.Â
You leave the bathroom smelling of cheap soap and fresh into your brand new nightgown. It is tentatively short with an almost see-through round of lace over the hems. In your defence, you werenât planning on showing this nightgown to anyone anytime soon.Â
Sitting on the bed, you look around the room, not noticing how Wonwooâs eyes donât really meet yours or how red his ears seem to burn.
âArenât you gonna shower?â You ask.
âFeels a bit redundant to shower and get back into my dirty clothes.âÂ
âI think I might have something for you, if you donât want to sleep in a suit,â You pry.
Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, âIâm listening.â
âBut you canât judge! I bought this for my dad because you know he deals very poorly with the heatâ And he never buys himself anything!â Youâre explaining yourself in advance because you remember very well what you bought.
Silky boxer shorts and a tank top, which your father loved to sleep in on stuffy summer nights but you doubted would be Wonwooâs first choice of wear, ever.
He haggles with his own mind; give into the silky boxer shorts or sleep in the most uncomfortable outfit ever. With a tired sigh, Wonwoo accepts his fate and grabs the bag.Â
You smile as he stomps toward the bathroom with a defeated frown.
By the time he returns, youâve cleaned up your trail of clothes and made yourself very comfortable in the bed. You turn your head to face him.
God, he could make a potato sack look good.Â
âHowâs the fit?â You pull your eyes away before you look for too long.Â
Wonwoo shrugs, âIâve had worse.â
You laugh.
He coyly joins you in bed, keeping a large gap between your bodies, settling on top of the covers while youâre under their warmth.Â
âAinât you cold?â You ask, fidgeting with the TV remote.Â
Wonwoo shakes his head, leaning back into the headboard. With a pout, you cross the figurative bridge between the two of you and reach for him. He doesnât shy away from your touch but it visibly confused.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks, hands hovering in the air, far away from your exposed back.
âIâm sorry your birthday party sucked,â You murmur against his chest, Wonwoo smiles softly, letting his hands rest on you.
âIt didnât suck in its entirety,â he says, palms slightly tapping at your back, âit was fun running away with you.â
You giggle at his comment, heart fluttering at its meaning, âWhat are we going to do? About the engagement, I meanâŚâ
âWe?â He raises an eyebrow.
You pull away from him.
âWellâ You dragged me into this!â You slap at his chest and he lets out a boisterous laugh that almost manages to pull the corners of your from into a smile.
âI know, Iâm taking the piss out of you,â He extends his arms, pulling you back to your previous position, resuming the soft caresses he leaves on your arms. âI donât knowâ This is the first time Iâve ever gone against my father.â
You sigh. âDonât you wanna marry Suzy?â
Thereâs a pause and oh, youâre begging, wishing to hear the words you want most.
âFuck no!â Wonwoo exclaims and you fail to hide your excitement.
âShe is pretty,â You throw the bait, to pry at his true feelings.
âSo is your sister, should I just marry any pretty girl?â
You raise from your position, eyebrows furrowed into a deep frown. Wonwoo looks at you, completely clueless to his words and its consequences.
âWhat the hell?!âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
Kicking off the covers in a flurry, you kneel on the bed, staring at him dead in the eyes. âYou have the hots for my sister!â
Itâs Wonwooâs turn to get angry, âWhat?! Noâ Youâre twisting my wordsââ
âIâm twisting your words?! You just said you think my sister is pretty!âÂ
âBecause she is!â
You jaw drops, you canât believe he is doubling down. âWow,â you shake your head.Â
âWhatâs wrong with saying that?â
You shrug, turning away from him and crossing your arms. âI donât know, why donât you just go an marry my sister, then.â
Only then, does this thick-headed man you love so much realise he has been complimenting other girls without so much as telling you a single nice word â the bare minimum. He sighs and offers you a soft smile, shifting in the bed until he is near you again.
âI donât want to marry your sister. I think she is pretty, but sheâs not the prettiest sister, you are.â He waits for your reaction.
Hook, line and sinker.Â
You turn around immediately, a hint of smile playing in your pretty lips.Â
Thatâs enough for him to break into a wide smile, opening his arms to welcome you back into his warmth. You crash into his chest, wrapping yourself around his torso.Â
He groans, falling back into the mattress but not letting go of you.
Minutes pass before you speak again. âItâs past midnightâŚâ You whisper.
âItâs well past midnight⌠Why?â
You shift upwards until your faces are only inches apart, breath tickling his lips, your beautiful eyes gleaming under dim motel lighting. âHappy birthday,â You whisper between smiles, âMake a wish.âÂ
Wonwoo breathes in, eyes scanning your face, âThereâs one thing I wantâŚâÂ
âWhat is it?âÂ
If he said it out loud, he mightâve lost all courage to do so.Â
So he just does it, Wonwoo leans forward until his lips meet yours in a chaste kiss.Â
It probably lasted a couple of seconds, but those seconds felt like a lifetime when you were finally kissing the man youâve loved for god knows how long. Thereâs a spark of electricity that burns bright from the moment your lips touch and travels through your body, blood boiling in excitement, shyness, and pure love.Â
When the kiss ends, Wonwoo studies your face, watching for any sign of discomfort. Which is even more worrying when youâre standing there, froze solid with an empty stare.
But thankfully, before he can say anything, you throw caution into the wind.Â
You pull him into a kiss. Throwing every sense of morale and shame you had out the damn window. He was a man sworn to another, for Pete's sake! But here you here, crashing your lips into his perfect, soft ones.Â
Wonwoo lets out a quiet groan, almost inaudible, but you hear it, oh yes, you do. And it runs straight through your chest and down to your core.Â
Although the sensible, rational part of your brain tells you to quit kissing him at once and just apologise, the other 99% of your brain, whoâs been in love with him since forever, wants nothing of the sort. And you might have listened to the not-so-rational part of you, because you just deepened the kiss, shifting your weight until youâre partially on top of him.
Your lips move against him, shyly exploring this kiss, engraving every moment into your memory.Â
Yet he reciprocates. His warm hands finds your waist, holding you flush against his torso, heartbeats thumping completely in-sync. You wrap your arms around his neck and he takes the chance to pull you deeper into those dangerous lips of his. His tongue finds its way into your mouth, licking and twirling against yours, hot and eager.Â
He dips his head, one hand reaches to tangle into your hair and manoeuvre you around, allowing himself complete freedom to explore every bit of your mouth.Â
Wonwoo kisses like no other. Not that you had too much of a repertoire to compare him to.Â
But he consumes your lips with an unbound hunger, nothing similar to the calm and collected Wonwoo you knew, no. Heâs hungry, messy, and very clumsy, clashing teeth one too many times, letting saliva drip down your chins and struggling to move with you on top of him.
When you part the kiss, you lay there breathless, gazing into his ridiculously beautiful beady eyes and long eyelashes, his handsome sharp nose and the most kissable lips youâll ever see.
 It was breathtaking, mind-blowing and nothing like youâve ever felt before. Your heart beats so fast you feel as if you might pass out at any moment but youâd die before you give up experiencing that again.
âWhat was that?â He whispers and his breath tickle your kiss-swollen lips.Â
âYour birthday gift,â You bite at your lower lip. âDid you like it?â
Wonwoo smiles, breathless and half-lidded and your heart damn near bursts. âI did. Did you?â
You nod.
He nods. âWanna do it again?â
You nod and he gives you that stupidly handsome smile of his.
And once again, youâre attached at the lips. This once, nothing like before, which you though impossible. Itâs so much more desperate and it burns, it boils your blood in absolute desire. It leaves you light-headed, it wipes away your cognitive thoughts and leaves behind a foggy cloud of barely strung-together words that only translate into wanting more. More of him.Â
You sigh into the kiss and he drinks it all up, he consumes everything you give him with erratic hands and eager tongue.Â
Wonwoo leaves your lips and you whine with a breathless sigh of his name, almost chipping at any resolve he had left. But he nips at your neck nonetheless, warm, wet tongue trailing along your skin, making you twitch in his arms with the most delectable little âyipsâ of surprise.Â
He bites, feral and determined; determined to make his claim, to leave behind his mark on your body, to indulge in carnal pleasure without a prospect of tomorrow, letting everything else be a construct beyond these motel walls, away from where you laid. Away from this reality where he had you in his hands and you moaned his name with a soft smile.
Practically tearing your nightgown, he pulls the silky fabric just enough until your tits spill out of its confine. Wonwoo sighs at the sight, fingers trailing the contour of your boobs, raising goosebumps along sensitive skin. His eyes are burning in adoration, the most depraved glaze of hunger hidden behind sheer excitement.Â
He dives in, hands kneading at the flesh, squishing soft skin.Â
Slender fingers caress your aereolas, running fingernails along your nipples in curiosity, watching you squirm and bite at your lips as your nipples begin to perk up.Â
And when you thought he was done, Wonwoo attaches his mouth to your nipple, sloppily running his tongue around it before he sucks. He makes sure to let his teeth graze, just to watch you jump.
All while his other hand makes work of your unattended boob, your attention is so thinly divided between his teasing fingers and his hot tongue and the sweetest, most satisfied groans that erupt from his throat.Â
Your face burns and you bite at the back of your hand, shoving down every stubborn moan that tries to make it past; but he wonât have that, no. Wonwoo reaches for your arms, pinning them above your head without so much as pulling away from your tits.Â
Mindlessly, youâve been rocking back and forth against him, chasing a gut feeling youâre unsure of but desire more than anything ever. And without realising, youâve been teasing him just as much as he has you, which is clear by the volume contained by his shorts.Â
He wishes he could ravish your breasts all night, but any more of your squirming and he will come undone without so much as a touch from you.Â
Wonwoo pulls away, hands once against finding your waist as he pulls you back to his chest.
âYou know what comes next, donât you?â He whispers against your lips, half-lidded, lust-filled eyes gazing so deep into your own.Â
âIâ Iâve never done it before,â You confess.
And something stirs within him, to know he is your first, the first and only man to every touch you this way, to trace his lips over your gorgeous body, to settle inside of you.Â
Wonwoo smiles and kisses your nose, âI donât care⌠But only if you donât care that I havenât either.â
Youâre surprised, to say the least.Â
Kissing in between smiles, you raise to your knees, letting him tug at the hem of shorts just enough to free his cock.Â
Itâs nothing like youâve seen before and unlike the illustrations you remember from school. Itâs red and veiny and it glistens with pre-cum under the dim lighting.
But itâs a part of him and you canât help that your belly stirs at the sight of him stroking himself.Â
When you reach for the hem of your nightgown, his hands stop you.
âKeep it onââ He whispers.
âWhy?â
âWeâve got all night to take it off,â He runs his tongue through his top teeth with a side smirk and you almost smack him up the head for being such a little shit.
As he asked so kindly, you bunch up your nightgown around your waist, hips circling around his warmth, meanwhile heâs playing with the flesh of your love handles, kneading and running his fingers over your skin.Â
âReady?â
You nod. He raises your hips and lets you control the pace, you feed in his cock, centimetre by centimetre, feeling itâs girth tear at your walls with an unimaginable sting, it burns hot and heavy in your hands. Â
Crashing onto his chest, you cry out a pained yelp.
Wonwoo run his fingers over your back, kissing the top of your head, his eyebrows are bunched up, face painted with worry. âWe can stopâ Letâs stopââ
âNo!â you raise your head and he can see the tiny droplets bundling around your eyelashes, âJust gimme a minute!â
So you sit there, his cock half-in, pulsing angry red and throbbing under the tease of warmth and tightness. Especially when you look so breathtakingly gorgeous, he gulps, leaning back against the headboard, urging his mind to be strong.Â
It takes you minutes to get used to it, to slowly let the size settle until your muscles are well and accustomed to it and then you start it all over again, feeding the remaining inches until heâs bottomed out.Â
And oh heavens, how utterly full and hot you felt. Despite the stinging pain, part of you wants to chase the pleasure, clenching in sheer hunger.Â
Wonwoo stares up at you, looking for any signs of discomfort but he is met with the most enticing, beautiful, and tempting creature heâs ever laid his eyes upon. Your eyes are glassy with tears, but youâve got a determined look on your face with a hint of a smirk that sends shivers down his spine and up his cock.Â
âShit,â He curses out with a smile, leaning back and rutting into your hips only to watch your eyebrows furrow and your mouth gape, a moan threatening to escape. âReady to move, pretty girl?â
You breathe out, âYeah.â
Steadying yourself against his chest, you raise your hips, feeling his absence leave you upsettingly empty until you let your body crash back down, his cock impaling you with its warmth once again. You rock against him, shallowly, though the motion is unbearably teasing, even for you.Â
Wonwoo lets out an obscene, strained moan, fingernails digging into your waist, but youâre too focused on rocking your hips to notice. How he wants nothing but to piston his hips into your pussy like there is no tomorrow, he relishes in the feeling of your warmth, tight and gummy around his throbbing member.Â
And he finds you might be just as insatiable as he is, especially when youâve found yourself a steady pace, bouncing up and down, and his name pours out of your lips in such a beautiful manner. Though he canât just let you have all the control, can he?
âOhââ You yip, âFeels soâ Goodââ Still unsure of your thought, you explore the feeling, rolling your hips, feeling him stretch your wider, fill your insides and leave you full like youâve never felt before.Â
His hips meet yours half way, chasing your cunt every time you leave and pounding into you when you come back down, filling the room with guttural groans and the lewd sound of skin against skin.Â
You run your fingers under his shirt, feeling bare, warm skin, the softness of his flesh against your hands, the definition of his pecs and the way his nipples peek through the fabric. Wonwoo groans at the way your manicured nails scratch at his chest, gathering momentum as you bounce yourself on top of him.Â
He notices youâve started moving faster, practically fucking yourself stupid on his cock and he would tease you halfway through tomorrow if he didnât find himself in such a similar predicament. His pupils are blown wide, eyebrows furrowed across his brow, pretty lips hanging agape. Youâre so utterly perfect and you were all his.Â
âTell me how you feel, baby,â He whispers, slowing down for a second.Â
You sigh, nuzzling against his neck, âSo goodâ I canât even describe itââ Your words are so airy and mindless, youâve been consumed by the pleasure he gives you.
He catches the sight of the white rim that pools around his member, a mix of your juices, but itâs gone, sheathed inside you before he can admire it. Thereâs a poisoning thought that flashes in his mind, a fleeting, tempting picture. Of planting his seed in your womb, watching your grow full with child, his child. How absolutely breathtaking you would look, round cheeks and gorgeous smile, pretty fingers caressing your bump. And he would taint your taut stomach with his cum, watching it drip over your skin.
Wonwoo bites his lips so hard it breaks skin, throwing his head back, willing his mind somewhere else, anything else lest he come undone right then and there.Â
Stomach tingling with indescribable pleasure, you lean forward, moaning incessantly, unable to contain your ecstasy. He supports your body, wrapping strong arms around your torso, firm hands planted on your hips, taking over the moving so you can lay still and let the buzz consume your body with its electric touch.
Itâs a feeling youâve never felt before, and it crashes over your body in a colossal wave, building up from the pit of your stomach; sending tingles rushing through your boiling blood.Â
You raise your head, eyes meeting his and it seems he is familiar with this pleasure. His left hand meets your face, caressing your cheek, yet holding you still so he can gaze, he can watch you come undone around him.Â
Wonwoo watches, unblinking, how your eyebrows furry, your eyes are glossy with tears that cling to your pretty lashes, your lips sit in an enticing pout. Yet you part them, letting out increasingly louder cries of his name.Â
And you clench around him like there is no tomorrow, egging him on. He thrusts up into you, riding out your orgasm and chasing his over the edge.Â
He crashes his lips into yours, savouring your hazy kiss, your tired sighs and it doesnât take long before heâs spurting hot white strings into you, it trickles down him and stains the silk fabric of his boxers.Â
Soon, he stills all movement except for heavy breathing and the soothing circles he runs over your exposed back.Â
He kisses your hair. âHow do you feel?â
âGood,â You breathe out, âTired. But good.âÂ
His chest shakes with a soft chuckle, he runs slender fingers along your hairline, fixing any hairs that cling to sweaty skin. âMe too.âÂ
âIt felt amazing,â You smile, raising your head to face him. âIâve never felt anything like it.â
Wonwoo hums.Â
âIâm glad it was you, Nonu,â You hid your face against his neck in embarrassment at your own mushy words, but Wonwoo feels their extent, hiding the blush of his cheeks.Â
It doesnât take long before the post-orgasm haze lulls you into sleep.Â
And you slept like never before.Â
The following morning, Wonwoo wakes up to an empty bed. He panics for a second or two, scrambling to look for your belongings, only to find everything is still there.
Calm, he washes himself up and gets dressed to leave. Finally having a moment to digest the previous nightâs events.Â
He had made up his mind, he would confront his father. His future was his to decide on.Â
Looking for you, Wonwoo reaches the foyer, only to see you leaning against the wall, attached to the payphone. When your eyes meet his, you immediately say your goodbyes, ending the call.
âWho did you call?â Wonwoo crosses his strong arms against his chest and you try to ignore the sight of his muscly forearms peeking from the folded sleeves.
You donât like his tone. âSeokmin.â
He raises an eyebrow. âWhy did you call him?â
âI promised I would,â You shrug.Â
Wonwoo canât believe you would call Seokmin out of everyone, especially after you were glued to him last night at the party. âWhy him?â
âHeâs worried about you, you stupidâ Stupidââ You choke out on any mean names, simply stomping away from him.Â
Why was Wonwoo being so mean so early in the morning? You thought after the amazing night you spent together things would change between you. Â Stomping your way back to your room, you grumble under your breath.
While youâre folding your clothes, Wonwoo comes back.Â
âIâll talk to my father,â He announces.Â
Before you can say anything about that, he continues. âWeâll get marriedâ You and I, I meanâ â He clears his throat, âWill you marry me?â
Like a deer in headlights, youâre frozen, staring at him big-eyed with a dopey smile on your lips.Â
âYouâll marry me?â You question, just in case youâve tricked yourself into hearing the words youâve wanted most.Â
âYes. And Iâ Iâll take full responsibilityââ
You smile crashes into the ground. âYou want to marry me out of⌠Responsibility?!â The words choke you on their way out.Â
Wonwoo furrows his eyebrows, not understanding why you would be upset. âDo you not want to?â
âNo, I donât want to fucking marry you!â Not like that.
His face falls and he assumes a much scarier look on his face. âWhat would you rather marry Seokmin, then?â
And in your fury, you blurt out âYes! Yes, I would rather marry him!â
You realise your rejection hurt him, you do. But youâre so blindsided by your anger you canât bring yourself to care, not when he sees you as a responsibility.Â
Wonwoo is suddenly not so angry, but indifferent. You watch his expression go away, replaced by one much scarier, in your opinion; nothing. A plain poker face.Â
âGather your things and go to the car.â
Itâs all he says before he leaves the room.Â
The ride back is the most nerve-racking hours youâve ever experienced. Wonwoo is silent, even you huff and puff under your breath, angrily chewing on your breakfast of vending machine snacks.Â
Though he says one phrase as you reach the city. âLeave me here.âÂ
And thatâs the last you saw of him for over a month.Â
Your previous anger dries up, turning into sadness. Then youâre furious. And heartbroken until youâve accepted your reality. Youâve ruined your friendship and lost the love of your life.
It takes your sister plucking you out of bed for you to finally leave your bedroom in weeks.Â
She was the first and only person youâve told about the night spent with Wonwoo. Your parents were absolutely furious that youâd do something so dangerous, though relieved at your safety, they werenât easy on their words.Â
âHeâs not doing well, you know,â You sister says.Â
You humph.Â
âIâm serious. Daddy said heâs clumsy, keeps messing up his work. I think you should go and see him.â
Closing your eyes, you let out a worrisome sigh. You still cared way too much to hear those news and not do something about it.Â
So you dress up in whatever you can find and drive to his shop, building up a speech on your way there and practising every scenario. You just hoped everything could go back to the way it was.Â
Heâs working on an old model, hunched over the hood in his light blue coveralls, stains of grease from head to toe.Â
âKnock knock,â You announced your presence, fidgeting with the hem of your dress, looking forward to meeting his eyes as much as you dread to.Â
Wonwoo immediately recognises your voice, turning around to meet your eyes.Â
And he looks just as wrecked as you felt. Deep-set eye bags and a tired gaze. Yet he still smiles just as handsomely.Â
âHey,â He greets.Â
âBusy?â
âNo! No,â Wonwoo scrambles, placing the wrench down removing his gloves.Â
âCan we talk?â
âYeah, I actuallyâ I wanted to talk to you, too.â
Itâs somewhat relieving as well at itâs worrying to hear him say that, it could be an apology as well as an insult or something of the sort.Â
âWe shouldâ We should go to my office, someone might come inââ
âYeahâ We should.â You nod.
You walk into his office, one youâve visited and killed time in quite often. But coming here after everything feels so crushing, all this distance between you.Â
âGo aheadââ
âYou firstââ
You both say at the same time and that seems to ease the stubborn awkwardness pooling in the air. You laugh.Â
âHow about we say it together?âÂ
âOn 3?â
â1â
â2â
â3â
Breathing in, you say the words that come to your mind from the bottom of your heart.Â
âI want to marry you.â
âI love you.â
âWhat?!âÂ
âWhat?!â Once again, you both say it at the same time.
âYou want to marry me?â He breaks into a wide smile.
âAnd you love me?â The words feel so alien to you, you can barely believe your ears, you feel the tips of your fingers shake in excitement, your heart pounds so strongly against your rib cage you can almost hear the thumping.
Jeon Wonwoo just said he loves you.
âIâ Are you sure you want to marry me? You said you didnât want to!â
âYes. Wellâ Iâve loved you since forever! So when you said you wanted to marry me just out of responsibilityâ I was heartbroken! Itâs like you were forced into doing it!â
âI didnât want to marry you out of responsibility! Iâve been planning to marry you since the beginningââ
You choke, âYou what?!â
Wonwoo sighs, âI never wanted to marry your sister and she was well aware of that⌠We were blessed that she found her husband and when everything went well, I thoughtâ I hoped that itâd mean weâd be the ones to be wed.â
Processing every word, you almost feel dizzy. âBut you said youâd take responsibility!âÂ
âFor roping you into running away from my party.âÂ
âOh.â Youâre beyond embarrassed for assuming and above all, for getting so angry you didnât even let him explain himself.Â
âI shouldâve been clearer,â He admits.
âNoâ I shouldâve talked to you.â
Wonwoo smiles. âThank you.â
With tiny tears threatening to fall, you can only confirm what you want to know the most.Â
âYou love me?â
âAlways,â He smiles.
Wonwoo seems to remember something, he raises his finger in a âwaitâ motion and leans over his desk, reaching for the top drawer. Itâs only when you catch a peek of the velvet box that you almost keel over.
Gulping, he gathers his courage.
In his grease-stained coveralls that smells of expensive cologne and lavender cleaning supplies, Jeon Wonwoo gets down on one knee, nervously looking up at your with his stupidly gorgeous beady eyes and an expectant smile.
âWill you marry me?â
And in your least presentable dress, the one heâd ruined with grease stains and an unruly hairdo, you respond with the biggest smile:
âYes. Yes, Iâll marry you.â
Had you been questioned, there would be an answer to just how long you will love Jeon Wonwoo.
Youâll love him forever.Â
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LEE JENO FIC REC LIST
s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst
everyone in heat after tds3. everyone is me. > lots are from my old recs so itâs extra long!
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