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honeyhaeya · 3 months ago

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(1/2)🖇 ༘ ⋆"Moved On Not "

' ╰┈ 'you wore his hoodie home. it still smelled like him. and god, you swore you could still feel his hands on your waist'

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre / tags: fluff, smut, emotional tension, friends to lovers, teasing & possessive!yeonjun, intense makeouts, lap-sitting, domestic moments, long build-up, jealousy, banter, soft aftercare, sunrise sex ੈ✩‧₊˚ warnings: NSFW WARNINGS UNDER THE CUT ! explicit language, emotionally vulnerable scenes, mention of alcohol (responsibly), jealousy themes, minor angst (resolved), tension from miscommunication, reader is bold, story contains mature themes ୭ ˚. ᵎᵎˎˊ˗ nsfw warnings: porn with little plot (AT LEAST) - oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), praise kink, hair pulling, neck kissing/biting, dirty talk, soft dom!yeonjun, riding, creampie implied, overstimulation, light marking (hickeys), possessiveness (you’re mine energy), emotionally charged sex, aftercare (wiping, cuddling, forehead kisses), clingy!yeonjun post-sex, reader takes control at times ✩‧₊˚ wc: 5558ੈ ੈ♡ a/n: my laptop just recently broke which is why i didn't get to update here on tumblr :// editing here on my phone is so damn hard, i almost didn't post this. lately, I've been in love with yeonjun cause he's so so so much prettier in person. 1/2 chapters ! chapter 2 is posted

This wasn’t what you had in mind at all.

You thought the class reunion dinner would be a predictable, boring affair—filled with awkward small talk, forced laughter, and empty reminiscing. But then he walked in.

The one person who had unknowingly held your heart hostage all throughout high school. The one you swore you'd moved on from.

One year had passed since graduation, and not once had you crossed paths with him again. You thought the feelings were long gone—buried with teenage dreams and unspoken confessions. But the moment his eyes met yours across the restaurant, the moment he strolled in with that damned smirk—the very same one that made your heart skip back in first year—it all came rushing back like a punch to the gut.

"Hey," Karina said, patting your head and tugging you out of your trance, her hand messing up the perfectly styled strands she helped you curl earlier. Her eyes narrowed at you knowingly, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. “Stop drooling. He hasn’t even taken his jacket off yet.”

You blinked, heat rushing to your cheeks. She knew. Of course she knew. She was the first person you ever told about your ridiculous crush on him, and probably the last. You knew she’d set something up later if you didn’t make a move tonight—and that alone had you shaking your head in silent panic.

But it was already too late.

Out of all the empty seats in the restaurant, Yeonjun made his way to the one right beside you and sat down, casually greeting the table. Your breath hitched. The air around you thickened, your awareness of his presence suddenly heightened.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice smooth, familiar in a way that made your chest ache. “Still stunning as always.”

His gaze lingered on the dress you wore, the one Karina and Winter picked out with hushed squeals and knowing looks earlier that evening. You looked good. You felt good. But under Yeonjun’s gaze, you suddenly felt exposed—like he could read everything you tried to bury behind your quiet smile.

“You clean up well yourself,” you replied softly, your lips curving in a polite smile. Your eyes flickered to his, just for a second, before darting elsewhere—almost as if dismissing the conversation before it could even begin.

It was a habit. One you never quite broke.

And Yeonjun noticed. Always noticed. That was his biggest frustration with you back then. No matter how many times he tried to get close, it always felt like you were slipping away. Like you were building walls the moment he tried to peer in.

Did he make you uncomfortable? The thought had haunted him more than he cared to admit.

But tonight, he wasn’t going to miss his chance again.

“I’ve been doing alright these past few years,” he said, steadying himself. You looked too beautiful tonight to ignore. “It’s really nice seeing you again, you know. You’re… refreshing to look at.”

You smiled, nodding politely. “I can say the same for you,” you murmured, your heart hammering against your ribs.

He blinked. You said it so casually—but the words clung to him like hope. Still, unsure of your tone, he turned his attention back to the group, not wanting to push too hard.

The night wore on, laughter echoing around the table, glasses clinking, and the heady scent of food and alcohol mixing in the air. You were smiling, laughing quietly when the jokes got a little too funny—but always from the edge of the circle, never the center.

Yeonjun watched you more than he watched anyone else.

He noticed the way you covered your mouth when you giggled. The way your eyes sparkled at jokes, especially his. It made him want to say the worst ones just to earn that small laugh again.

Under the table, Winter nudged you with her foot. You turned to her, brows lifting in question. She didn’t speak—just got up, waiting for you to follow. Curious, you did.

She led you to the hallway, away from the buzz of the reunion. The moment you stepped out, she turned to you with wide, excited eyes. “Okay, don’t freak out,” she said, practically vibrating with energy. “Beomgyu just asked if he could take you out to dinner sometime!”

You blinked. “…Beomgyu?”

Winter beamed, looking more thrilled than you felt. Karina trailed behind her, arms crossed with a sigh.

“You mean the same Beomgyu who’s made it his life mission to bully me since freshman year?” you deadpanned, one brow raised.

Winter rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. He’s not bullying you. He’s teasing you. There’s a difference. Besides, he’s into you. Always has been.”

You and Karina exchanged a look—hers unreadable, yours full of disbelief—before silently turning back toward the party.

And still… Yeonjun’s lingering glance at you, the soft tilt of his head, the way your heart jumped at his laugh… that stayed with you longer than you expected.

You returned to the table, trying to pretend like your heart wasn’t racing. You slid back into your seat, offering a half-smile to whoever noticed your absence. Yeonjun’s arm was now resting casually behind your chair, not touching, but close enough that the warmth of his presence made your skin tingle.

You didn't even have to look—you knew he was watching you.

Karina leaned in slightly, murmuring under her breath, “So? What was that about?”

You rolled your eyes. “Winter’s matchmaking again.”

“Ah,” Karina said knowingly, following your gaze to where Beomgyu was laughing with some of your old classmates across the room. “The human embodiment of chaos.”

“He asked if he could take me out,” you muttered, picking up your glass again, lips barely touching the rim. “Winter looked like she was gonna explode with excitement.”

Karina hummed. “And how do you feel about it?”

You hesitated. Your eyes flicked to your left—Yeonjun was laughing at something Soobin said, his dimples deep, the corners of his eyes creased in that boyish, devastating way.

“I don’t know,” you said truthfully. “I thought I’d be over him by now.”

Karina gave you a soft look, one that said she knew exactly who him was.

“You can’t just switch off a three-year crush like a light, Y/N.”

You were about to respond when Yeonjun turned to you, voice smooth, confident again, like it hadn’t cracked once back there when he first saw you.

“Hey,” he said, nudging you lightly with his shoulder. “You disappeared for a second.”

You swallowed. “Winter needed to talk to me.”

His eyes searched yours, and for a brief moment, neither of you spoke. The noise of the table blurred in the background. There was something unspoken passing between you—an almost—but not quite.

You weren’t sure what possessed you in that moment, maybe it was the buzz of the beer, or the way he was looking at you like you were the only thing worth looking at, but you leaned in, just enough, and said, “Did you miss me?”

It was playful. Teasing.

But it landed.

Yeonjun blinked, taken aback—but only for a second. That smile, the one that ruined you years ago, curved back onto his lips.

“Of course,” he said. “You’ve always been a hard one to ignore.”

Your breath caught. Your heart did a little flip-flop thing, and Karina, the ever-present observer, raised her brows behind her glass with a silent finally.

You looked down at your lap for a moment, trying to compose yourself.

Before either of you could say more, someone shouted from across the table, “Truth or drink!”

You groaned.

Yeonjun just chuckled.

Someone shoved a bottle to the center of the table and spun it—glasses were being filled, rules shouted over one another, people already choosing chaos. You thought you might escape this mess, until the bottle slowed… and landed on Yeonjun.

All eyes turned to him.

Soobin grinned. “Truth or drink, Jun.”

Yeonjun glanced at you briefly, then looked back at the table. “Truth,” he said.

Soobin leaned in like this was a setup. “Alright. Did you ever have a crush on someone at this table?”

The table erupted with oooohs and gasps and laughter.

Yeonjun’s eyes didn’t leave yours.

The teasing smile dropped into something softer, something real. His voice was calm when he replied.

“Yeah,” he said. “I still do.”

Your breath hitched.

You didn’t look away—not even when your pulse spiked and Karina elbowed you under the table. Winter’s jaw was practically on the floor.

Yeonjun still had a crush?

You didn’t get the chance to respond—because right after that drop of a confession, Taehyun groaned, “Okay, this is getting too wholesome. Let’s spice it up.”

“I second that,” Beomgyu chimed in, already tipsy and too loud. “Truth or dare, people. Come on, we’re not in middle school anymore.”

The energy shifted instantly. Someone clapped. Bottles were refilled. You laughed nervously, clutching your glass tighter.

Soobin leaned forward, spinning the bottle again, and when it stopped—right in front of you—everyone turned in anticipation.

You blinked.

“Y/N,” Soobin said with a grin, clearly enjoying this too much. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth,” you said without thinking.

“Lame,” Karina muttered, but she was grinning too.

Soobin rested his chin on his hand, tilting his head in that charming, innocent-looking way that was anything but innocent. “Okay,” he said slowly. “Who was your high school crush?”

Immediate chaos.

Winter gasped. Karina started chanting “SAY IT. SAY IT.” The table erupted in whoops and teasing, while you nearly melted into the floor.

You didn’t answer. You were too busy trying not to make eye contact with the one person whose gaze was already burning a hole into the side of your face.

“I’ll drink,” you muttered, reaching for your glass.

“Oh, come on,” Soobin said, still grinning. “Don’t tell me you were into someone boring like Mr. Han from chemistry class.”

“Mr. Han was married,” you shot back, eyes narrowing—but your heart was racing.

“Well, if you're not gonna say it...” Soobin leaned in a little more. “Wanna give me a hint? Was it someone as charming as me?”

That made you laugh, even as your cheeks flushed. “You’re unbelievable.”

He smirked. “But am I wrong?”

Before you could answer, Yeonjun suddenly shifted beside you. He reached over, his arm brushing against yours—deliberately this time—and took the bottle. “My turn to spin,” he said coolly.

Soobin raised a brow but sat back, clearly amused.

Yeonjun spun the bottle, eyes never leaving yours.

It stopped—on Karina.

“Dare,” she said immediately.

Yeonjun smiled. “Switch seats with me.”

The table went silent. You froze.

Karina blinked. “What?”

“You heard me,” Yeonjun said, already standing. “Let me sit there—” he gestured at the seat across the table, next to Soobin, “—and you sit here.”

Karina looked at you, then back at him, her expression somewhere between smug and surprised. “Wow,” she said under her breath. “Bold.”

But she stood up anyway.

Yeonjun sat back down—closer than before—and the moment Karina left, he leaned toward you, voice low enough that only you could hear.

“I don’t like how he talks to you.”

You turned your head, startled. “What?”

Yeonjun smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Soobin. He flirts with everyone, I get it. But with you? Nah.”

“You’re being—”

“Possessive?” he cut in, eyes flicking down to your lips before returning to your gaze. “Maybe. Can’t help it when it comes to you.”

Your throat went dry.

And then, in the background, Beomgyu shouted, “Okay, next round! And no more skipping dares!”

You didn’t even care.

Because Yeonjun was still looking at you like you were his, and maybe—just maybe—you wanted to be.

“Alright, alright,” Beomgyu hiccuped, eyes glassy with mischief, “since everyone’s too scared to admit their crushes, next round’s dare only.”

Everyone groaned, but Soobin was already spinning the bottle again.

It landed on Yeonjun.

The table collectively ooh’ed.

“You better make this one count,” Taehyun grinned, leaning forward. “We’ve been waiting for years, man.”

Yeonjun leaned back coolly, one arm stretched behind you on the booth’s top. “Hit me.”

Soobin’s grin turned devilish. “I dare you… to kiss the person you had a crush on during high school.”

You choked on your drink.

The table exploded. Winter shrieked. Karina howled like she was on a game show. “THIS IS BETTER THAN NETFLIX!” "This is kinda cheesy." Winter muttered, enjoying the events around her.

Yeonjun looked unbothered. He glanced around, as if thinking, just to tease—then his eyes locked on yours. Steady. Hot.

And before you could react, he leaned in.

You could barely breathe.

His hand brushed your jaw, tilting your face toward him gently. “You okay with this?” he murmured.

You nodded.

His lips brushed yours, soft but sure, enough to set your whole body on fire. It wasn’t a drunken dare. It wasn’t casual. It was a declaration.

The table went dead silent for a moment. Then erupted.

“Oh my GOD—” Winter yelled.

“You two have been the biggest slowburn in history,” Karina said, dramatically wiping away fake tears with a napkin.

You were flushed, dazed, laughing through the heat of your embarrassment. Yeonjun just smirked, brushing his thumb against the back of your hand under the table.

The game kept going, messier now. More drunk, more unhinged.

Karina ended up doing a handstand against a wall.

Winter accidentally confessed her 2020 situationship with Beomgyu that no one knew about.

And eventually, the group started breaking up, people calling Ubers, hugging goodbye, swaying in their shoes.

Karina was flat-out giggling into your shoulder. “I’m gonna throw up in Yeonjun’s car, heehee.”

“You’re not even in his car.”

“Yet.”

Yeonjun appeared at your side, offering his jacket like a silent knight. “You good?”

You nodded. “They’re trashed.”

“I figured.” He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You wanna come with me? I’ll take you home.”

“Can you take all three of us?”

“Obviously.” He looked smug. “But only one gets shotgun.”

Winter hiccupped. “I call trunk.”

Yeonjun helped you both get them into the car, Karina now passed out on Winter’s shoulder in the backseat.

The car was quiet as he drove. You watched the city blur past, heart still racing from earlier.

Karina stirred behind you. “Y/N?”

You turned. “Yeah?”

“I’m glad it’s Yeonjun,” she slurred softly. “He’s like… obsessed with you. Been obsessed since sophomore year. This is me… officially giving my blessing.”

You flushed instantly. Yeonjun laughed, low and soft, his hand gripping the wheel tighter.

“Thanks, Karina,” he said.

Then she added, “Don’t be shy, you can totally make out with her in the front seat. I’m not watching. Zzz.”

You groaned. “Oh my god—”

“Tempting,” Yeonjun muttered under his breath, giving you a teasing side glance that made your breath hitch again.

When he finally pulled up in front of your place, he parked but didn’t turn the engine off.

“I’ll walk them in,” he said, unbuckling. “Then I’ll come back… if you want me to.”

You bit your lip, heartbeat thudding.

“Yeah,” you whispered. “I want you to.”

And god, the way he smiled at that?

You knew tonight was only the beginning.

He came back after making sure Karina and Winter were both inside and passed out, leaning on your doorframe like he had no right looking that good after babysitting two grown women.

You were waiting just outside the building, jacket tugged tighter around you, and as soon as he reached you, he tilted his head. “You didn’t go in?”

You shrugged. “Thought I’d say thank you properly.”

“Thank me?”

“For the ride. For not losing your mind dealing with them. For the… dare,” you added, lips curving up slightly.

Yeonjun’s smirk grew. “That didn’t feel like a dare to me.”

You looked away quickly, heart pounding. “Shut up.”

He stepped closer.

“Look at me.”

You did.

The streetlamp cast a soft glow over his face, and god, his eyes—they weren’t teasing now. They were hungry. Honest.

“I meant what I said earlier,” he murmured. “You’ve always looked stunning. But tonight, you actually destroyed me.”

“Yeonjun…”

He reached out, hand slipping to your waist, tugging you close until your chest nearly pressed against his.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he said, voice lower now. “Three years of watching you keep your distance, laughing at my jokes but brushing me off, looking at me like you wanted me but never saying anything.”

“I didn’t think you were serious.”

“I was,” he breathed. “And I still am.”

And then he kissed you again—but this time, it wasn’t soft. It was everything he’d been holding back.

You gasped into his mouth, and that was enough for him to deepen it, one hand cradling your jaw, the other slipping down to your lower back to press you even closer. Your fingers twisted in the fabric of his shirt, grounding yourself, your knees practically buckling under the weight of him.

His mouth moved against yours, confident, hungry, like he was memorizing every inch of you. And when he pulled back—barely an inch—he whispered against your lips:

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“That you wanted me back then.”

Your breath hitched. “I did.”

He grinned. “And now?”

You smirked, tugging him closer by the collar. “Now, I want you in my apartment. But let’s start with round two of that kiss.”

Yeonjun groaned, like you were physically killing him. “Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

“You’ve survived three years,” you whispered, “you’ll survive the night.”

And just like that, the door behind you opened with a loud creak—and Karina, bleary-eyed and holding a water bottle, blinked at you both.

“Oh,” she said slowly. “So… we’re past the flirting phase?”

You shoved your face into Yeonjun’s shoulder with a mortified groan while he laughed. "What are you doing in my apartment?"

Karina smirked. “Okay, carry on. I'm leaving... Just don’t make it weird. And tell him you talk about him all the time when you’re drunk.”

“I don’t! ” you yelled.

Yeonjun just beamed, clearly storing every bit of that info for later. “Good to know.”

And when Karina disappeared again, he leaned down one more time.

“Apartment or car?” he whispered.

“Door’s right there,” you said, breathless.

“Then let’s go. I’m not wasting another night not having you.”

You barely made it past the door before Yeonjun had you pressed up against it, his mouth claiming yours like he couldn’t breathe unless he had you. His hands roamed—one sliding up your thigh, hitching your dress up slightly, the other braced by your head.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, and god, he groaned into the kiss like he was finally tasting something he’d been starving for.

"You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this," he muttered against your lips, "how many times I’ve had to walk away from you because I thought I didn’t stand a chance."

You whispered against his skin, “Then don’t walk away now.”

That flipped a switch.

He lifted you easily, like you weighed nothing, carrying you deeper into your apartment as your legs wrapped around his waist. You were both laughing into each other’s mouths, breathless, drunk off each other, barely able to navigate the hallway from how distracted he was getting with your neck, your shoulder, your little whimpers every time his teeth grazed skin.

He found your bedroom like he lived there—you wouldn’t be surprised if he had the blueprint memorized at this point.

You landed on your back, dress hitched up, Yeonjun crawling over you with the softest grin and the hungriest look in his eyes. His fingers traced your thigh slowly, reverently, and he leaned in close, lips brushing your ear.

“Tell me to stop.”

You looked up at him, pupils blown, lips swollen, heart thundering.

“Don’t you dare.”

He kissed you again—slower this time, deeper. Like he was trying to pour three years’ worth of tension, longing, and restraint into every movement. His hands were everywhere—memorizing you, worshipping you like you were something he’d dreamed about for too damn long.

Clothes came off in between feverish kisses and whispered confessions.

“You always made me nervous,” he admitted against your shoulder.

“You made me crazy,” you replied, threading your fingers through his hair.

“You’re making me lose my mind right now.”

You smiled, breathless, lips brushing his. “Good. I want to drive you insane.”

And oh, you did.

Every roll of your hips had Yeonjun cursing under his breath, his grip on your waist bruising as he held you down against him. The friction was delicious, every slow grind of his cock in you dragging a groan from his throat that vibrated against your collarbone as he buried his face there, panting like he was losing control—and god, he was.

“Fuck, baby…” he breathed, hands roaming over every curve, every inch of skin like he didn’t know where to touch first. “You feel—god, you feel so good.”

Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling just hard enough to make him growl. He pushed his hips up into yours with a desperation that made your head spin, and the sound that left your throat was shameless—needy and breathless and entirely his fault.

“You like teasing me, huh?” he whispered, voice low and ragged as his lips trailed down your neck. “Grinding on me like this… wearing that dress like you didn’t know what it’d do to me?”

His hand slid down, fingers gripping under your thigh to guide your rhythm—slower, deeper, making your breath catch.

“You’ve been in my head for years, Y/N. You have no idea what you do to me.”

Your reply was a whimper against his lips, your hands slipping beneath his shirt, nails dragging down his back as your bodies moved in sync—hot, slick, desperate for more but not ready to stop tasting each other yet. He kissed you hard, messy, tongue claiming yours as your hips rolled again, earning another moan from him, rougher this time.

It wasn’t just sex.

It was years of holding back, crashing into one night of hands and mouths and whispered confessions between kisses. A fever that wouldn’t break until you both came undone in each other’s arms.

And he wasn’t stopping until he had all of you—sighs, moans, trembling legs, and whispered “Yeonjun”s falling from your lips like they were meant for him and him only.

The sun hadn’t fully risen yet—warm light leaking in through the curtains, casting soft gold over tangled sheets and bare skin. Yeonjun was still on his back, chest rising and falling beneath you, but his eyes—dark, half-lidded, hungry—never left yours.

“Couldn’t get enough last night?” he rasped, voice ruined from moaning your name into the dark hours ago.

You smirked, slow and dangerous, palms splayed across his chest as you leaned down, brushing your lips over his just barely. “Did I say I was done?”

His hands found your hips in an instant—like they’d memorized the shape of you already—thumbs dragging lazy circles into your skin as you sank down on him again, slow and deliberate. The breath he let out? Shaky. Deep. A low groan that shot straight through you.

“Shit, baby—” he hissed, head falling back into the pillow, jaw clenched like he was trying not to lose it. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You rolled your hips, grinding against him, watching the way his lips parted, the way his grip on your waist tightened. The way his eyes fluttered shut when you clenched around him on purpose, testing his control.

"You look good like this," you whispered, leaning in, kissing just below his ear. "All needy underneath me."

Yeonjun’s response was to buck his hips up—hard—and you gasped, hands flying to his chest for balance, a moan slipping from your lips before you could stop it. He grinned, smug and breathless.

“Thought you were in charge, sweetheart?”

You were. Oh, you were. And you showed him exactly how much—riding him slow at first, then faster, chasing that high again as the room filled with nothing but the sound of skin meeting skin, choked moans, and the low, filthy things he was whispering against your lips.

“Faster, baby—fuck, just like that—”

“You feel so good—so tight—”

“I’m not gonna last if you keep looking at me like that.”

It was messy, desperate, bodies slick with heat and want. You moved like you needed him to feel everything—every roll, every clench, every shake of your thighs as you pushed him right to the edge.

And when he came undone beneath you, cursing your name like a prayer, holding you tight like you were the only thing that existed—you knew neither of you were walking out of this as just “friends from high school” again.

No.

This was the beginning of something else entirely.

Your phone lit up from where it had been abandoned on the nightstand, buzzing nonstop like it was ready to expose your sins to the world.

Karina: so???? Karina: did you ride him or nah??? Karina: yk what nvm—i saw his post of you Karina: YOU'RE DONE.

You slapped a hand over your face, burying deeper into the sheets, the scent of him still clinging to every inch of your skin. God. You were sore in places you didn’t even know could be sore. Your thighs were still trembling. And to make it worse, you could hear the faint sound of Winter giggling in the kitchen through your phone speaker—she was apparently replaying the video of you stumbling into Yeonjun’s apartment last night, all breathless and flustered.

Then—

Karina: he’s in the shower, right? get in there and make it round 3, queen. don’t let those thighs rest yet.

Your face burned.

Before you could throw your phone into the void, the bathroom door creaked open and Yeonjun peeked out, hair wet, towel slung low on his hips, steam curling around him like he walked out of a drama fantasy.

“What’s got you hiding like that?” he grinned, leaning on the doorframe. “Don’t tell me you’re shy now.”

You threw a pillow at him. He caught it with one hand, cocky as ever, then walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.

“I left the water running, y’know,” he murmured, hand trailing under the sheets, over your knee. “You can still join me. I’ll be gentle…”

You snorted. “You? Gentle? After last night?”

“Okay,” he laughed, leaning down until his forehead rested against yours. “Maybe not. But you weren’t exactly complaining.”

You gave him a shove, but your fingers curled into his towel anyway. “Five more minutes, then I’ll come. You better not waste all the hot water.”

“Don’t worry,” he said with a smirk, kissing the corner of your lips. “I’ll keep you warm.”

cut to Karina and Winter on the group chat an hour later:

Winter: guys she's not answering. she’s either dead or— Karina: no babe she’s just being put in missionary with love rn. Winter: god i hope so. she deserves it.

The bathroom was warm with steam, water fogging up the mirror as you leaned back against the tile, chest heaving, lips swollen from how hungrily he had kissed you the moment the door closed.

Yeonjun didn’t waste time.

“Turn around,” he whispered, voice hoarse, hands trailing down your hips like he was savoring every inch. “Wanna see you dripping for me.”

And you did. The second your hands touched the wall, he stepped closer—his body flush against yours, hard and already twitching at the sight of your ass arching back toward him.

“Fuck, baby, you don’t know what you do to me,” he groaned, pressing kisses down your neck before biting at your shoulder, making you gasp.

His fingers slid between your thighs, parting you open with practiced ease, teasing your entrance while the water beat down on your skin. “Still so wet,” he murmured, like he didn’t just have you moaning his name minutes ago.

“You gonna keep teasing me or—”

He pushed in all at once.

The moan that ripped from your throat was shameless.

So was the way your hands flew to the wall to support yourself, legs already shaking. “Y-Yeonjun—”

“Say it again,” he hissed into your ear, snapping his hips hard against yours, “Say my name.”

“Yeonjun!”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he growled, fingers gripping your hips hard enough to leave marks. “This pretty pussy’s mine now, yeah?”

You nodded desperately, gasping when he pulled out almost entirely—only to slam back in deeper, harder, hitting that spot that made your whole body jolt.

And he didn’t stop.

He fucked you like he’d been waiting years for this. Like he needed to memorize every sound you made, every time your voice broke from pleasure, every time your walls clenched around him so tight he had to bite back a moan of his own.

The slap of skin echoed with the water, your breath fogging up the glass as your hands braced against the tiles.

“I’m gonna—fuck—I’m close,” you whimpered, and Yeonjun’s hand reached around to rub your clit in tight, firm circles.

“Come for me, baby,” he breathed. “Let go for me.”

And you did—with a cry, legs trembling, walls fluttering around him like a vice, pulling him right over the edge with you.

He groaned your name into your skin, thrusts becoming erratic until he spilled inside you, hips stuttering before finally stilling. He leaned against your back, kissing your shoulder lazily as the water continued to pour over your bodies.

You were both breathless, soaked, and ruined.

“Holy shit,” you laughed weakly. “That was…”

“A religious experience?” he offered with a smirk, kissing the corner of your mouth.

You swatted at him, half-laughing, half-mortified. “You’re so annoying.”

“You love it,” he said, nuzzling into your neck. “And now you’re stuck with me.”

You didn’t say it out loud—but yeah. You were.

Very happily stuck.

The towel was barely hanging on your hips, your legs trembling as Yeonjun scooped you up from the shower floor—literally. You clung to him, chest against his, your head dropping to his shoulder as he carried you out like you were weightless.

“Gonna kill me, Junnie,” you mumbled, voice hoarse, barely audible.

He chuckled, smug and breathless. “You started it, sweetheart.”

“You started it... back in high school,” you slurred, half-sassy, half-gone.

Yeonjun grinned so wide his cheeks ached. “So you have been thinking about me.”

“Nooo,” you whined as he laid you down on the soft of his bed, sheets cool against your heated skin. “Can’t even feel my legs. You broke me.”

“You’re being dramatic,” he teased, tucking the blanket over you and kissing your damp forehead. “You were riding me like a champ twenty minutes ago.”

You groaned, pulling the blanket over your head. “Don’t remind me.”

“Why not?” he cooed, slipping under the covers beside you. “I was gonna ask if you were up for another round.”

You yanked the blanket tighter over your face. “Yeonjun.”

“What?” His hand snuck under the blanket to rub gentle circles into your thigh. “You’re the one making those little noises when I kiss your neck like this…” He leaned down, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss to the spot just beneath your ear, smirking when your breath hitched.

“Yeonjun.”

“You’re saying my name again. I love that.”

You peeked out from under the covers, giving him your most exasperated glare. “My pussy’s literally sore.”

Yeonjun’s smirk faltered—but not from guilt. No, he looked even more wrecked by that. He groaned lowly, head dropping to your shoulder. “Don’t say that unless you want me to stay hard forever.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“And you’re irresistible.” He lifted his head, brushing a kiss to your lips. “Get some rest, baby. I’ll deal with the boner you gave me in the shower.”

You blinked at him. “Again?”

“Look,” he said, dramatically. “I got a naked, dripping wet goddess grinding on me, saying my name like a prayer—and then had to carry her limp body to bed. What else was I supposed to do in there?”

You giggled, cheeks burning. “You’re sick.”

“I’m in love,” he corrected, brushing hair from your face. “And maybe a little sick.”

You hummed, snuggling closer. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I know,” he whispered, kissing the crown of your head. “Sleep, baby. I’ll be here.”

And he was—pressing light kisses to your temple as your breathing slowed, arms wrapped protectively around your sore, satisfied body.

Still hard. Still down bad. Still so stupidly in love.

a/n: hi y'all. I've been gone again for quite a while and my fanfics are rotting in my drafts on wattpad lmao. i made like, another yeonjun fic. DW this ff is already finished but it might take me a while to post it again cause like i said, my laptop broke and editing here on a phone is not efficient. i survived though. LMK IF I FORGOT ANYTHING THAT I SHOULD'VE POSTED.

also, repost the post if you want to be added in the taglist :)) THANKYOU FOR READINGGGG MWAS

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