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t3kandson · 1 year ago

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Friends Thrown In Love

Word count; 5,652

Fandom; The Boyz

Pairing; Reader X Choi Chanhee, Reader X Son Youngjae & Reader X Bae Jacob.

Characters; Bae Jacob, Son Youngjae, Moon Kevin, Ji Changmin & Heavily mentions of Choi Chanhee, slight mentions of Kim Younghoon.

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, References of cheating, Manipulation, Fake Relationships, Alcohol Consumption, Oral (Receiving), Fingering, Hand job, Accidental unprotected Sex, Choking & Squirting.

Notes; Sequel to Friends in Despair.

Happy Birthday Jacob ❤️😘

Taglist; @ilovechanhee @angstenthusiast

“We really should get you checked over,” Jacob said placing you on the bed, your mind numb from the evening’s drama. Dashing from the room he went to the bathroom, sounding like he was running you a bath. Your mind was swirling over the words from Chanhee’s fiancée. He had a new life, here in England with another woman. The pain of the beautiful female with features you could never match burned.

“Y/N,” Jacob said startling you from your self pity party as your eyes took to him. “You ok? you seem very shook up,” Jacob asked sitting by your side. “I’m fine I promise,” you forced a fake smile which he didn’t believe. “Y/N, I would be more happier getting you checked over, please reconsider,” he said cupping your face. “I’m fine Jacob, just a little traumatised,” you whispered. “I know, it was a good thing Chanhee was there,” he said holding your body to him. As if his comfort opened the flood gates you sobbed on his chest. Once you had finished crying over Chanhee, the tears of your guilt towards Jacob encouraged more to fall. Kissing your crown, his hands rubbing circles into your shoulder for comfort, Jacob was silent while he gave you the space to sob. “You should have that warm bath it might make you feel better,” Jacob said finally letting his hands drop. Sniffling you stood thanking him as you made your way to the bathroom. Jacob had sprinkled bath salts and left it foaming with so much bubbles you was sure to disappear sinking in.

After Jacob held you through the night you woke up to the bleeding sunshine. Looking at Jacob resting face where he looked happy and contented, you turned to face him. His hot breath in your face helped you smile at how relaxed his features fell in slumber. Pressing a kiss to his nose he scrunched it and sighed as you smiled to yourself how adorable he really was. However, thoughts of Chanhee wasn’t far from your mind. Slipping from his arms you found yourself sat at the end of the bed with Jacob’s phone, before looking at him in deep slumber. Searching for Chanhee’s Number you found it before using your own to type away to your former best friend.

You @6;02am; Chanhee I think we need to talk, properly.

Watching the phone in your hand like a crazy person, you zoning in for the dots to appear. Just when you felt ready to give up with his usual ignoring you saw signs of a reply.

Chanhee @6.15am; How did you get my number? Never mind, half an hour in the foyer!

Slightly rushing but quietly you left the room dashing to Chanhee. Excitement filling the air at the chance to finally speak to him and at the very least get your friend back.

However, your heart and ego was bruised when you found his fiancée Meghan sat there. “Tea, Coffee or something stronger?” She asked smiling as if nothing was occurring. “Coffee thanks,” you placed a fake smile as you sat opposite her. “I can either bore you with fakeness or we can have a honest and frank conversation,” she said as the waiter left the table with your orders. “Seems the frank conversation is the route you want more,” you replied keeping your voice steady. “Chanhee doesn’t feel anything for you anymore. So you need to stop spending your time chasing him,” she said as she leaned back confidently as your heart shattered. “I’m confused, we’re just friends, I’m sure his family can confirm that,” you said as you smiled sweetly despite your body shaking inwardly from being exposed. Did he tell her those words to throw at you or had she guessed with insecurity. “Do you really think me and Chanhee don’t talk?” She questioned without losing her resolve. “Then you would know that our fathers was child hood friends so we both obviously was too,” you said feeling irritated all of a sudden. “I know, he told me everything, from your former partner to the email. Even to the text this morning hence why he sent me,” she said as you felt the sharp sting in her words. “Starting up his new life here in England was hard for him Y/N,” she said sweetly changing her tone while the waiter served you both your drinks. “Y/N can I ask where you think this is going to go?” She asked as your mind was still trying to process her words. “Did you really think coming to England to meet up with him that he would return to your side with a declaration of love?” She questioned tilting her head in your direction. “No I just wanted my friend back that’s all,” you stuttered out as you felt your mood slip. “If he wanted friendship, don’t you think he would have gone searching for it the second he heard you had split with Youngjae?” She said as you flinched from hearing his name spill. “You don’t know anything,” you said voice breaking. “I know you realised you loved him, I know you Manipulated Jacob bringing you here,” she said pausing to drink her coffee. “I also know that even once you heard he was engaged that you was coming to speak to him in a one last bid chance to reconnect,” she said gently placing her cup down before looking up at you. “You are so wrong I didn’t ask to speak to him about getting with him or anything romantically. He’s my friend Meghan and I want that back,” you said looking directly in her eyes as she smirked. “Yes your right I came here with Jacob knowing Chanhee was here. Yes I’m in love with him, yes I wanted him. But that changed the second I realised he had a fiancée. I was cheated on remember that’s an avenue i’ll never wish anyone to walk down,” you spat out as she softened her features slightly. “Y/N he wants nothing to do with you, lover or friend,” she said slicing you with her words. “I will wait to hear that from his own voice,” you said standing up not wanting to be part of the conversation anymore.

“Fine if that’s what you want,” she said grabbing her phone out as you looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. Sitting back down you watched her dial into the phone. “He really didn’t want to hurt you, neither of us do. But If this is what it takes for you to realise what he really wants then sorry,” she said with fake concern written over her. “Baby, sorry did I wake you,” she said sweetly into the loudspeaker as your heart thumped hearing his morning voice. “No I need to be up anyway,” he said as you listened impatiently. “I’ve just seen Y/N she’s really determined not to let you go,” she said into the phone as your eyes widened. “Well that’s tough isn’t it,” he growled into the phone that felt like your heart was shuddered into tiny pieces. “If I can’t get through to her i think you might have to speak up so she can get the picture painted,” she said pouting into the phone. “Do you want me to speak with her, tell her to leave us both alone?” Chanhee asked as tears escaped. “No let me try talking to her once more, maybe she’ll come to her senses that your relationship in anyway is gone,” she said looking at you with satisfaction. “Ok well hurry up baby, the bed is cold,” he purrs down the phone that has your stomach twist. “On my way baby,” she coos hanging up to look at you with enjoyment at your pain. “Well I did tell you but you wouldn’t listen,” she said placing down some Wons on the table. “Y/N my only advice to you is if you really do love him, to let him go. Because the pain isn’t worth it for either of you,” she said standing up and walking off.

You couldn’t let Jacob see these tears, ones that wasn’t for him, so you dashed to the grounds of the hotel. Finding the peaceful pond in the nearby quiet surroundings, you sat there for what felt like hours sobbing for what you had officially lost. You was never getting Chanhee back. The damage was too badly done between you both because of your words and stubbornness. Meghan was right, you needed to let him go if not for yourself for him. Let him enjoy his new life as Choi New. You sat their in deep thought till dusk appeared.

Making your way towards the hotel you found Jacob pulling his car up looking at you fraught. “Y/N where the hell have you been.” He whimpered squashing you into his hold. “I woke up and you had gone, you had completely disappeared,” he cried. “I had a lot of things on my mind,” you said as he pushed you gently to look your way concerned. “You’ve been crying,” he said tipping his fingers under your chin. “Do you want to talk?” he asked as you shook your head. “I just want to sleep,” you said as a tear threatened. “Have you eaten?” He asked looking concerned as you shook your head. “Let’s drive out for some takeout,” he smiled holding his hand to you as you stared it down. “You need food, this isn’t up for debate,” he said with a slightly demanding tone then usual. Taking his hand he smiled as he walked you to the car. Holding the car door he looked at you in silence as you took a seat in the passenger side.

“I know about Chanhee,” Jacob finally said into the silence as you flinched at hearing his name. “How?” You whispered not sure you wanted to hear what was being said. “Took me a while to work it out, but Chanhee told me about you,” he said as he focused on the road. “He spoke about me?” You questioned with warmth in your heart. “Not by name, but after watching Chanhee being ushed out and you disappearing, alongside the way you’ve both been behaving, I was able to work it out myself,” he explained as you sunk into the car seat feeling defeated. “Wait he’s left?” You said shooting up after the words he used sunk in. “Meghan practically chased him out, he didn’t seem impressed he had the room reserved for a couple days for a photo shoot,” Jacob replied as he drove into a drive through.

“So he didn’t want to leave?” You said hopeful as he looked your way. “I don’t know if I’m honest, I’m worried I’ll give you the wrong answer,” he said looking as if he was scared to say further.

After eating almost in silence Jacob asked you the question you really didn’t want him to hear. “Did you use me to see Chanhee?” He said with sorrowful eyes. “Yes.” You replied honestly as he closed his eyes looking in pain. “I saw on your social media account a picture of you with him,” you said fumbling with your fingers. “If Chanhee told you everything but my name, you would know we was childhood best friends,” you said looking at him as he nodded. “I just wanted my best friend back,” you said as he tilted his head. “A best friend who your in love with?” He asked as you nodded. “So did you use me to get your best friend back in your life? Or was it so you could chase for a life together with him as something more?” He asked as you closed your eyes momentarily. “Both,” you explained honestly. “My best friend as my priority because life without him is unbearable,” you said choking as tears started falling. “But if he felt the same still then yeah I wanted more,” you added as you wiped the tears just for more to fall. “Did I use you, yes I did. But I enjoy your company too Jacob. I see you as a good friend, someone who I was able to have a good time while I was here. So yes I used you but I gained a good friendship with you too from it so I don’t regret it.” You finished sniffling. “Thanks for being honest,” Jacob said opening his hand for you to take. “Let’s get you back to the hotel, you must be tired,” he added choking up himself.

On the way back he spoke about his life in Canada before moving to Korea. You sat listening to everything intently. He seemed to have lived quite the adventure, visiting other country’s. When you got back to the hotel his hands slipped with yours, his beaming smile warming you as if you didn’t just explain your feelings. It remained the same, Chanhee’s name unkept from both your mouths even as you finished your break and returned back to Korea.

That was till the week after, when you got a message asking to visit him urgently. Dashing to his apartment you found him looking sheepish but very anxious. “What’s up Jacob?” You asked walking to his arched body over the desk in despair. “I need a favour, like a big one?” He said peeking up looking like he wished the words wouldn’t fall but he had to.

“I’m your friend you know I’ll help if i can,” you said throwing your arms around him to rest your head on his shoulder. “I said something I shouldn’t have,” he looked up at you gulping. “Hey we’ve all told white lies,” you chuckled as he threw his head back into his arms. “Jacob theirs nothing we can’t do together to right your wrongs .” You chuckled as you stroked his head. “I have a friend coming to visit,” he said tossing his head up to face you before pausing. “What’s so scary about that,” you chuckled at his dramatics. “I told him I was dating someone,” he groaned throwing his head back into his arms. “Is that it,” you sniggered as he said something inaudible. “You have to speak clearer Jacob,” you said ruffling his head as he looked at you deadpanning your way. “Don’t make me say it again please,” he whimpered as you found his meltdown amusing. “I said i was dating you,” he said as he threw his head back into his arms.

His confession stunned you as you didn’t know how to take them. Peeking above his arms he took one look before closing his own eyes. “Oh.” You said sitting back as you looked at him silently having a meltdown.

You reminded yourself of this very man who you had used to get to Chanhee. Would it be the end of the world if you did the same for him with his friend. “I’ll do it,” you said as his head shot up confused. “Huh?” He gasped looking at you in shock as you chuckled. “We’re quits though, no more guilt tripping about Chanhee,” you said prodding a finger at him. A huge smile threw upon his face as he hugged you tightly. “You really should show your vulnerable side more often it’s cute,” you said tapping his back as he looked at you with delight and worry free. But deep down you was worrying that that blurred line was about to be damaged once more. Even though it had been months since Younghoon’s wedding, Chanhee was rarely far from your mind.

“It’s fine, stop worrying,” you said threading your fingers with his at the airport. “What if he guesses and realises what a loser I am,” he said anxiously. “Firstly your not a loser and secondly are you questioning your pretend girlfriends acting skills,” you teased, smiling when he showed you your favourite smile. “I’m sorry,” he chuckled as you rested your head in the crook of his neck.

“Y/N,” you heard the voice before you saw them. Your body freezing slightly, there in your sight was Youngjae and Yejin. Jacob recognising them from work events flung his arms around your waist to hoist you up. “Youngjae,” he said showing possession you never witnessed before. “Wow are you two, wow you move fast,” Yejin said looking excited to see what she thought was you moving on. “Not as fast as you two I hear,” Jacob said as Youngjae winced from his comment. His eyes flashing from your eyes to Jacob’s before focusing on his hold on your waist. “Since when?” Youngjae questions, his eyes looking full of jealousy as it took you in. “I don’t think your in a position to be questioning Y/N on her relationships,” Jacob said as you felt the anger in the arms that was holding you. “Youngjae it doesn’t matter, it’s good, this is good,” Yejin said feeling the jealousy off her boyfriend as she leant into his chest. You could easily say that the betrayal of what they had done hurt more then the signs of romance between them. “It is, we should meet for coffee one day soon,” you said feeling confidence shoot up at you as Jacob looked down at you confused. “Oh yes sounds a good idea,” Yejin stuttered not expecting that reply. “Or maybe a double date, what do you think honey?” you asked looking up at Jacob’s unsure eyes. “What ever makes you the happiest,” he said bending down to kiss your nose. The simplest of movements filled you with calm and security. It was the first time that you felt so relaxed with such an intimate moment. Without thinking your lips pressed to his, pulling away as you smiled at him. He couldn’t fake the grin on his Face If he tried. For a few minutes you was lost in each others eyes, both forgetting Youngjae and Yejin’s presence. “Yeah sounds good,” Yejin said with fake happiness. Youngjae’s face was paled and deep down you took enjoyment from watching him suffer. Especially after everything he let you witness with your former friend.

“Hey you brought me a party,” you heard the voice of who you presumed was Jacob’s friend. “Kev,” Jacob said walking towards him throwing his arms around him as they greeted each other. “This must be the lovely Y/N,” Kevin said making his way to you to hold you in his bear hug. “I’ve heard loads of things about you,” he said after he pulled away. “Hope they was all good,” you said as Jacob found his arms back around your shoulder. “Well your have to bribe me with drinks to get your answers,” he smirked as Jacob rolled his eyes. “Well bet that old boy of yours regretting what he’s lost, but your gain right,” he said wiggling his eyebrows Jacob’s way. “We should be going,” Youngjae said as he felt awkward with Kevin’s words. “Sorry you not here for me?” Kevin said playfully. “He’s the ex,” Jacob bit out as Kevin arched his eyebrow. “I can see why he’s the ex,” he said smiling at you before looking his way to eye Yejin up. “But why is she yours?” Kevin said to Youngjae as he paled. “Nice seeing you both,” Yejin said sounding annoyed as she linked her arm with the silent Youngjae before they both made there exit.

“Wow not actually kidding your well rid, you definitely got the better catch,” he said scuffing Jacob’s head under his arm playfully.

“So doesn’t it affect you working together?” Kevin asked you a couple evening’s later as you sat around the table to eat Chinese food. “Not really, not many people know,” you said looking at Jacob fondly. It had become reasonably easy to convince Kevin of the lie around Jacob. You had been amused the first few times he blushed when you cuddled up to him a little more. But he had settled when ever your moments was intimate as if you really was dating. Enjoying pressing his lips to yours seemed to be his favourite pass time. “Office romance always brings chaos,” Kevin sniggered popping his food into his mouth. “When we know that this is serious then we’re tell HR at the very least,” Jacob said as he took a glass of the whisky Kevin poured. “You telling me this isn’t serious?” He questioned deadpanning you both. “You two are so serious I need a bucket every time I catch you both making those eyes,” Kevin said as you chuckled. “What eyes?” Jacob said scrunching his face at his friend. Jacobs eyes flashes to yours who was smirking that they relaxed as you got lost in each other again. “Those eyes,” Kevin said with his mouth full as Jacob blushed. “He’ll be proposing soon,” Kevin said duck pouting your way. “Well my finger does feel slightly empty,” you chuckled wiggling your wedding ring finger to Jacob’s display. “Oh look at him blush,” Kevin sniggered bashfully as Jacob was lost for words. “It’s ok baby, my fingers can remain as empty as they need to, till you choose to fill them,” you said leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. Choking on his food he made his apologies as he dashed to the bathroom. Your cheeks brightening red when you noticed the erected dick print shape in his pants. Had you gone too far with your comment? The line blurred a little too much? You couldn’t help but get excited though as the thought of you turning Jacob on. Had your feelings suddenly started to numb from Chanhee and be pushed onto Jacob? You had to admit since Kevin’s arrival you barely thought of Chanhee. Like you had slipped into the role of Jacob’s girlfriend too easy. “He gets too embarrassed easily,” Kevin said stealing your attention from your thoughts. “I know he’s cute when he does that,” you said smiling as you dug back into your food. “You know I’ve never seen him so crazy about a girl before, not like he is with you,” Kevin said seriously. “Thanks,” you smiled into your food taking comfort from his warming comments. “Please don’t hurt him,” Kevin said as he was gently warning you. “I get an inkling that your holding on to your past and I’m worried it might affect Jacob’s future,” Kevin said his eyes looking more serious. “You mean Youngjae? that’s somewhere I’m never going I can promise you,” you said smiling his way. Though you knew Youngjae was a place you was never going back. Your heart stung thinking of Chanhee once again. Reassuring yourself that Jacob knew this wasn’t a real relationship. “Jacob will look after you well, he’s a very loyal man,” Kevin said pleading for his friend once more.

The rest of the week went well. You didn’t tell Jacob of Kevin’s words, instead you mulled over them. You found yourself longing the kisses on show but also the way his fingers entwined with yours. Sometimes you forgot that this relationship wasn’t real. It was Kevin’s last night and you enjoyed every second with Jacob as if it was the last moment that would be spent together in this way. Jacob felt it too, his eyes looking to you as if his mind was capturing every single moment he could steal, while you watched a film at the cinema, the three of you. While waiting for Kevin from the restroom you clung on to him more harder. “Y/N are you trying to break my ribs,” Jacob chuckled as you relaxed your arms a little. “What’s with you tonight your extra clingy, not that I’m complaining,” Jacob said pressing his lips to your crown. “I don’t want to let you go,” you said muffling your voice into his T-shirt. “What do you mean?” He said as he prised himself from your grip. “I can’t imagine my life without our snuggles, our holds, our kisses,” you said looking up to him as he looked lost in your words. “I don’t understand?” He questioned with confusion. “Me neither I just don’t want this to stop,” you said throwing your head back to his chest as silence hit. “Then let’s not stop,” he whispered making your spine shiver. The thought of continuing your close comforting touches filled you with joy and before you could explain that Kevin appeared.

Watching Kevin leave had Jacob smiling ear to ear. It wasn’t that he was looking forward to sending Kevin back home to Canada. But actually that you needed him in a way you never had before. You didn’t know how that made you feel. Did you want a relationship with Jacob? Was you ready to not just let Chanhee go but the pain from Youngjae?

“Just stop playing around and ask him out,” Changmin scoffed when you visited him for a coffee and a heart to heart that you hadn’t had for a while. “But what if,” , “But what what if you fall in love and live happily ever after,” Changmin said cutting you off as he handed you your coffee. “What if Chanhee comes back?” you whispered like the thought of giving up on him hurt. “He’s getting married Y/N, having a life without you. Surely your entitled to the same,” he scoffed grabbing the biscuit’s as he made his way to the living room. “But what if those feeling for Chanhee never leaves?” you said concern still filling your mind. “What if they disappear and Jacob is all you see?” Changmin hit back as you bit your lip contemplating. “He’s a good bloke he won’t cheat or hurt you,” Changmin said passing you a biscuit as you turned it down. “I know he makes me feel so safe and so secure. He’s my umbrella on a rainy day, the sun piercing through the cloud, a flower surviving the winter,” you chuckled how giddy he really made you feel. “Pass me the sick bucket,” Changmin said scrunching his face as you blushed. “But seriously if this is how you feel why are you wasting time when you two can be official,” Changmin said as you realised their was every bit of truth in that. “Your right,” you said standing as Changmin flinched. “I’m going to tell him,” you said firmly as he chuckled. “What right now?” He said looking amused. “Yes if I don’t say it now I don’t know when I will,” you said grabbing your coat.

Walking into his apartment, you used the key you was given to keep up the facade from your fake relationship, you found him cooking. “Y/N,” he questioned seeing you there with anticipation written on your expression. Dashing towards him you threw your lips on his, this time using your tongue to slide against his opening mouth. Your hands falling to behind his shoulder blade to hold him closer as your lips kissed like never before. “What’s this?” He questioned pulling you away from him panting. “Not that I’m complaining,” he added as he looked at you confused. “I want you, I need you more then what we have,” you said eyes searching his as he furrowed them. “Y/N I’m not really into having meaningless sex,” he said in horror as you rolled your eyes. “You don’t understand Jacob Bae, I want to be yours in every way possible,” you said shaking his collar impatience with his slow mindset to what you was saying. “Wait you want to be official with me?” he asked slowly worrying he was wrong. “Yes,” you smiled watching the smile on his face rise. Your heart thumping like crazy from the view. Hands falling through your hair he kisses your forehead. “Is that it a head kiss, I’m your girlfriend and that is all I get,” you pout as he chuckled his safe warm laughter. Turning to turn the stove off he looks back at you, with something in his eyes you’ve never witnessed before.

Lips crashing a lot more hungry then earlier, his hands reaching to pick you up to put you on the counter. Hands falling up your T-shirt towards your clothed bra, his hands removes them from their hold. Groping them as he kisses you, you let him suckle down soft moans. Leaning forward your hands fight for his buckle. Jacob’s lips and hands leave you briefly to release himself, his jeans slip to the floor as you take in the hard bulge in his boxers. “You can take them off right?” he asked teasingly.

Hands falling down the material of his boxers you find the warm hardening skin of his shaft. Feeling soft and silky, yet you can feel his Precum as you roll your thumb around the tip as he moans biting his lip. You find a slow pace to pump him as he spew small moans which your lips find to catch. Lips reattaching, the kisses are softer more passionate as his fingers find your bottoms. Helping to lift your ass to accompany him undressing you, you smile into the kiss. His hands find their way to your throbbing nub as he rolls eights into them. “Fuck,” you whimper under his fingers. You forgot he played an acoustic guitar and how skilled those fingers was making you buckle. Unlatching from you he bends to his knees, his hands pulling your ass to the edge of the counter as he latched his mouth around you. “Shit Jacob,” you cry as your hands grasp the side. Tongue rolling around your sensitive bud his fingers slips into your core. Swiftly finding your soft spot he rubs deliciously. The feelings of his tongue and fingers making your head fall back to the Cupboard. Not caring at the impact as you lose yourself on his tongue and digits. Bringing your pelvis to meet his actions you whimper when he removed himself. “As much as I want to fuck you in the kitchen. I want you to squirt and it’s not hygienic here,” he smirks lifting you up as he carry’s you to his bedroom. “You know I’m not that easy to make squirt right,” you said challenging him. “We’re see,” Jacob said confidently as he placed you on his bed. Placing a condom around his shaft he looked up at you, shy Jacob long gone.

Creeping between your legs he rolls himself against you, letting his member grind against your heat. Sitting it between your folds he thrust gently with the rolls he makes against you. Hands finding his ass to bring him closer as if it was even possible. Placing the tip by your entrance he pushes himself into you as you whine around him. Starting his Rhythm he starts heavy thrusts against you, enjoying the way your nails dig into his shoulders to hold yourself. The tip of his cock is hitting against your walls and you feel with each thrust as if he’s fucking you so dumb with how deep he is. You can feel your coil start to spring as your thighs shake. Feeling you chase your high, he removes himself leaving you whining as you feel empty.

“All fours baby,” he orders as you obey dashing to be filled once more. Slipping himself in a more rushed need, he starts thrusting straight away. Hands pulling at your arms to pull you up as they slither to your neck. “Your mine aren’t you?” he growls into your ears as his thrusts become sharper. Grip tightening when you fail to answer slowly losing your mind. His other hands finds your nub as it swirls around the bud. Grunting in your ear as he chases his own, his hand holds your throat which has you shaking as your high tethers. “Cum baby, cum on my cock,” he orders as his hand squeezes more around your neck. At the same time his fingers of his other hand presses in harsher on your clit. Walls clamping around his cock you feel your body burn with each thrust as you nearer to your euphoria. Loud shrieks fill the air as you lose control feeling the juice of the squirt he promised to steal from you. Mixtures of growls and grunts leave his lip as he finds his own, filling you up with his warm hot cum.

You collapse to the bed the second his hand leaves your throat as you lay there convulsing to Jacobs amusement. “Oh shit,” he cry’s panicking as you flip your exhausted body around to face him. The condom in his hands broken as you instantly realise the heat of the cum was him filling you not the condom. “It’s ok baby, that’s what the morning after pills for,” you lean up to reassure him. “That’s never happened before,” he explains as he looks anxious still. “What that you fuck someone so much the condom breaks,” you smirk as he smiles to himself with the facts you gave. Looking at the sticky and wet bedding he frowns to himself before his eyes take you besottedly.

“Right let’s clean you and the bed up,” he chuckled to himself as he lifts you in his arms once more. Taking you to clean you up he gives you the perfect after care you knew he would.

You and Jacob had been dating for six months now. He was your everything your joy, safety, happiness. Everything was perfect, that was till you opened your mail one morning.

You are cordially invited to the wedding of Meghan Lori & Chanhee Choi..…..,

Your eyes couldn’t read any further. It was like you had forgotten every feeling for Chanhee since dating Jacob. But it was like this invite re brought every emotion back. Why was he inviting you to his wedding when he walked away from your friendship twice. Was you sure if you attended the wedding that your relationship with Jacob would remain intact.

To be continued

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tuanstars · 4 years ago

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hey hi hello! can i pls get something fluffy with youngjae? literally anything im just starving for youngjae fics rn and am in DIRE need of my sunshine :( pls and thank you sm ♡

Friends - Choi Youngjae

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⇢paring - youngjae x gender neutral reader

⇢genre - fluff

⇢summary - you’re a new friend of got7 and they automatically love you! you grow attached to youngjae, and develop a small crush on him. it takes bambam and jackson to put the both of you together, though.

⇢warnings - none, this is really fluffy fluff because i’m sOFT for youngjae.

⇢notes- youngjae. that’s it.

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being a close friend of got7 got really chaotic. at first, yugyeom was the one to introduce you as a childhood friend of his, and you and the rest of got7 just instantly clicked.

now, the eight of you were the closest of friends. the members could tell that you’d grown attached to youngjae, though. they could tell that he’d grown attached to you ass well, and the feelings were mutual yet neither of you were brave enough to say it, nor think the other liked them back.

today was like any other day that got7 had invited you over to the dorms. all eight of you were littered along the couches, bambam, yugyeom, mark, and jackson all shared a couch, jinyoung and jaebeom were sharing a love seat, and youngjae was laying between your legs with his head on your tummy as he played with your rings and fingers.

all of you were engaging in conversation, cracking jokes, etc. it was a fun time between friends. you found yourself smiling whenever you felt and heard youngjae laugh, the sound is like music to your ears, and you could never get enough of it.

“y/n could you help me and jackson prepare food?” jinyoung asked you, and jackson was trying to hide a smile on his face. you rolled your eyes, and mumbled a yes.

you patted youngjae’s chest a few times and whispered that you were going to help jinyoung and jackson, oblivious to the way a pout settled on his face when you mentioned jackson. he leans up to let you leave, and leans back onto the armrest with his arms crossed over his chest.

you follow jinyoung and jackson into the kitchen, expecting to cook, but instead met with them crossing their arms and smirking.

“we know about your crush on youngjae.” they told you. “i don’t know what ‘crush’ you’re talking about, but you’re delusional if you think i have one.” you tell them with a small laugh, brushing off the fact that they were 100% right.

“yeah, okay.” jinyoung scoffs as he pulls some noodles from the pantry. “we see the way you look at him everytime he moves. and how attached you are to him.” jackson observes, resting his elbows on the counter.

“it’s youngjae. who isn’t attached to him.” you state, and jackson rolls his eyes and drops his head. “he has a crush on you too!” he says and does his best to persuade you.

“sure, and i’m the queen of england.” you snort, helping jinyoung spice the noodles. “it’s true! everytime you mention my name, he pouts and glares at me.” he explains. “okay, i agree with this one. youngjae probably thinks you have a crush on jackson which is why he hasn’t said anything.” jinyoung states, stirring the noddles.

“if all of this is true then i might tell him.... in a few weeks.” you mutter. “weeks?! no, you’re telling him tonight, after dinner.” jackson frowns, and now it’s your turn to glare at him. “okay look, if you won’t tell him tonight at dinner, then i’ll say it in front of everyone.” he bargains, and jinyoung hums in agreement. “jackson if you tell youngjae that i like him, i will beat you like a drum.” you murmur. he looks scared for only a minute, but this goes back to his normal smile. “okay, we didn’t actually need you to help us cook, go back in there and helplessly flirt with youngjae.” jinyoung says with a grin.

you roll your eyes for the umpteenth time, and finally leave the kitchen. youngjae seemingly perks up when you come back, leaning up do you could settle behind him again. you do, and he pulls your arms back down over his chest.

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eventually, the time after dinner came, you were anxiously waiting to see what jackson would do. everyone was piled into the living room again, you and youngjae in the same position, and jackson and jinyoung stood up.

“guys i have an announcement to make.” he hums with a smile pointed your way. youngjae sighs as he’s held in your hold, and you’re shooting daggers at jackson. “jackson if you make this announcement, i will bruise you like a banana.” you mutter, everyone laughs without knowing that you’re serious.

“anyway, y/n has a crush on someone in this room.” jackson seems triumphant as he announces it. no one really seems surprised, though. “literally everyone in here knows that-“ jaebeom says, but stops when jinyoung glares. “yes jackson, we know that y/n has a crush on you. no need to announce it.” youngjae mutters, not rudely but his words were laced with hurt and sadness.

“ew what? no i have a crush on you-“ you tell him, eyes widening when you realize what you’ve said. “shit.” everyone else around you wears triumphant smiles. “i like you too, y/n.” youngjae says with a cheeky smile. “you’re welcome.” jackson says before sitting down you roll your eyes, and pull youngjae up so that he’s cuddling into your side, with his face buried into his neck.

“i am so glad the both of you finally got together. i was getting tired of hearing youngjae complain about how much he likes you.” bambam teased, and everyone else agreed, leaving youngjae to whine. “guys...!” he muttered softly, arms wrapping around you.

everyone playfully rolls their eyes and goes back to their individual conversations, while you and youngjae were in your own small world, resting together with barely shared words. it’d be explained more tomorrow, what was going to happen between you two, but for now, you sat in comfortable silence.

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tbzxnight · 3 years ago

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kiss me if you can

warning: nsfw, contains smut, jealous sex, sex in a public washroom/bathroom, this one is also long (1.5k words, I'm so sorry?)

"Helloo, I'm right here, asking you something!" your best friend, Eric, calls out to you from the Slurpee station, "Which flavour you want? The same old? " You wave your hand signalling yes at him, distracted by the gorgeous man in front of you. "So, all you need is extra gas right? Everything else is working fine? " The man, Sangyeon - his name tag read, looks at you expectantly. He's so dreamy with his bulging arms and big veiny hands - you had to stop yourself from staring too long. "Uh, yes sorry that's all," you say, shaking off your lust-filled daze. Eric comes up behind you, Slurpees in each hand, while you finish paying for everything.

"Hey, actually I was wondering if I could get you number? " Sangyeon asks you, smiling with his eyebrows raised. You grin back at him as you nod and recite your number to him before exiting. Sitting down on the tables outside, you taste your drink and grimace. "Eric, I told you so many times, I don't like blue raspberry mixed in mine," you complain exasperatedly. "Well maybe you should've got it yourself instead of drooling over that guy inside," he snaps, without even looking at you. Scoffing you cross your arms, "What's your problem? " Still refusing to make eye contact, he picks at the skin around his nails and answers, "Nothing, whatever. Can we go already? "

His sudden change in attitude catches you off guard, but you just roll your eyes, men can be so emotional. "Okay fine, I'll just go to the washroom quickly and we'll leave." Making your way back inside, you were slightly disappointed to see Sangyeon wasn't at the cash register as you push your way into the washroom. You're checking yourself out in the mirror, fixing your hair, when the door opens and you see Eric come in through the mirror. "What are you doin-" you're about to ask when Eric turns you around by the shoulder, cups your face with both hands and presses his lips to yours. Eyes wide with surprise, you reflexively pull away from him.

"Oh my god, I-I'm so sorry, I just really like you and I got so jealous outside when you gave him your number, I didn't think-" Eric stammers out, worry lines creasing his forehead, before you interrupt him, practically dragging him towards you by the collar of his shirt. The surprise on his face ebbs away as he gives into the kiss. His strong hands grip your waist, thankfully so as you feel your knees buckle when he deepens the kiss. You pull at each other until you're up against the sink, nearly tripping back over it. "Mm, I didn't even know you were into me like that," Eric muses, mostly mumbled between your resumed kisses.

"Stop talking, Eric," you mumble back. You slip your hands under his shirt, letting yourself feel his taut stomach that you have to admit you admired more than once when you'd caught glimpses of it. The groan under his surprised flinch makes you clutch your knees together a little tighter. He pulls you into a stall, without breaking the kiss, then pushes your back against the closed door. Your arms wrap around his shoulders when he drags his lips from your own down to your neck, your skin there raising in goosebumps to meet his hot breath as he absently grinds his hips against yours. You sigh wantonly, the back of your head resting on the door as you grip his hair tight.

Impulsively, his hand hooks under your thigh and wraps your leg around him. He makes quick work of unbuttoning your top all the way down and pulling it off your shoulders to access more skin he can kiss and suck on. You let out an involuntary moan when he sucks on a particularly sensitive part of your neck causing him to throb against you and tighten his grip around you. Eric's so responsive to you that it makes you want to see him react even more. You reach into his sweatpants, taking his -surprisingly big- erection into your hands and stroke him eliciting a moan from him which he muffled into your neck.

You bend down to drop to your knees, wanting to take him into your mouth, when he puts his arms under your armpits and pulls you back up, desperately whispering, "Next time, next time, I really need you right now. I've wanted this for so long." His slender fingers slip down to your core, hiking your skirt up to trace the seams of your panties, damp from arousal. He looks to you, through his gorgeous lashes, starving and infatuated and waiting for your approval. You nod, more intently than you care to admit, before he moves your panties aside and pushes his cock into you slowly. You moan louder than you expect when he bottoms out inside you, mouth hanging open as you grip the top of the bathroom stall door tightly for support.

Eric's face is scrunched up with concentration as he waits for you to adjust. "Shit, you feel fucking amazing," he groans against your lips. You feel yourself flush at his praise, body buzzing as he smooths one hand from your neck down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach before resting on your hip again. "Okay, move please, Eric," you whine, voiced strained. He smirks, pulling back before thrusting into you. A moan leaves your lips as he rocks into you and you silently thank his powerful hips. The stall door shakes with each thrust, making the metal hinges creak.

You're trying to contain your moans as you were sure the walls weren't soundproof but the way he's fucking into you without abandon leaves you a moaning mess. "You like that, baby? " he asks, his pace unrelenting. You nod in response, but Eric wanted more. "Let me hear you, tell me you love it," he murmurs, leaning into you pressing your body against the door more. "Yes, I love it, Eric, god," you whimper, your thighs shaking. "Huh, it doesn't sound like it," Eric says, rolling his hips and inducing a loud mewl from you while he smirks at the result of his effort.

Just then, you hear the door of the washroom open. You both exchange panicked looks, Eric slaps his hand over your mouth and completely stops his movements. As the person walks to the mirror, he wraps your other leg around his waist too so only his legs were visible from under the door. The person starts whistling as they enter the stall right next to you and Eric. You try to stay as still as possible to avoid suspicion which proves to be very difficult as he's still buried deep inside your walls. Subconsciously, you clench around him causing Eric to inhale sharply and his cock to twitch.

"Do that again," Eric mouths to you, apparently feeling bold today. "No way," you mouth back, gesturing towards the occupied stall. The corner of Eric's lips lifts up into a smug smile before he resumes rolling his hips, thrusting very slowly but deep into you. You glare at him but it falters into a muted moan as he brushes right against your g-spot when he pushes into you to the hilt. Your toes curl as you will yourself to be silent as he continues his sinful actions. When you hear the person finish their business and leave, you finally let out the huge breath you were holding.

"God, you're such a dick," you say breathlessly, hitting him on the arm. With the interruption gone at last, Eric goes back to pounding into you, holding you tight against him with one arm and the top of the stall door with the other. You feel the tightening in your belly, you were so close and you knew he was too. "Talk to me, baby girl," Eric whispers, giving you a peck on the lips. "Don't stop- please," you whimper, holding his face in your hands. He looks so good like this, his eyebrows bunched together, lips parted and arms flexed covered in a golden sheen of sweat. You've never seen him in this way before, you've definitely been missing out all this time.

Unaware of your intruding thoughts, Eric continues thrusting into you at a relentlessly pace while rolling his hips once in a while to increase your pleasure. Fuck, he was really good at this. "You're mine, baby. All mine and don't you forget that," Eric mutters in your ear, voice low but firm. You're not sure if it was the words or the tone he used to say them, but it brings you over the edge as the coil inside you snaps. Your release hits you and a high pitched moan leaves you lips as Eric holds you through your trembling orgasm, chasing his own high before coming with a grunt, sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

After a moment of silence while you catch your breaths, Eric lets out a laugh. "What? " You whisper as he kisses the spot where he had bitten. "Sorry," he murmurs, kissing your shoulder again. "Don't be, I liked it," you whisper. Eric kisses you softly, before pulling back to look you in the eyes. "I love you so much, don't look at others okay? Only look at me," he utters seriously. He looks so concerned and cute, you wanted to kiss him all over. "Hmm I don't know, there's so many hot guys out there," you wink teasingly. "Ha ha, you're not funny," he deadpans, tickling your sides but end up laughing despite himself.

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tuancore · 4 years ago

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Purple Hearts || {Part 1} :

Starring- Jinyoung x reader

Genre- Angst | Non-Idol AU, Disorder AU

Summary- I will continue to love you for as long as I'm breathing, but I won't let my love come in between your happiness.

*GIF not mine, credits to the owner*

Holding a bouquet of flowers you ran around the streets bumping into a few people, the bouquet so huge that you couldn't even properly see the road in front of you.

"I'm sorry!", You shouted after bumping into the fifth person, thankfully the sun has set otherwise all those people might form a communion and beat you in the middle of the road, taking a final turn, you ran even faster towards the venue.

"What took you so long?!" Someone called you from behind, siding the bouquet slightly you saw the person's face, a sarcastic smile adorning your face, "Ahh... Jackson Wang...Do you want me to slam these flowers on your head?".

"Of course not! Those flowers are looking perfect exactly where they are", He surrendered raising his hands, he examined your dress from head to toe, "You were running in a floor length dress?".

"I'm just gonna kill that Mushroom head!", You growled shoving the bouquet in Jackson's hands, "Woah, it's actually heavy, how did you even manage to carry it and run around", he praised you.

"Don't be so flattered, I've bumped into five people on my way, almost got hit by a pole three times, and even stumbled multiple times due to my heels", You huffed in annoyance.

"Life is hard I guess, I thought Yugyeom went to take the flowers?", He questioned.

"He backed off to flirt with girls, He's dead meat for sure once I find him", You said roaming your eyes in hopes for finding your good for nothing brother.

"I think I saw him around the drinks section—" That's what you needed to hear, lifting up your dress a little you walked away, "Jackson please take those flowers to my stupid friend I've to see my beloved brother, thank you...".

Standing a metre away from Yugyeom, you saw him standing in the centre with two girls surrounding him, one with blonde hair seemed to be too much immersed into the conversation or maybe into Yugyeom, she ran her well manicured nails on the fabric of his shirt. Another brunette had her arms linked with him.

A pure wave of disgust hitting you seeing your brother's not very well flirting skills, it was so clear from the body language of those girls that they wanted nothing but to get into your brother's pants.

You strode towards Yugyeom shoving the two girls, holding onto his collar harshly, "How dare you?! How dare you do this to me? To us?", You sniffed loudly, gladly the party had some loud music and busy people who weren't really paying any attention to your tantrums.

"W—What?" He stammered shocked to see you crying. The girls glared at you ready to claw your eyes out, but you faced them tears brimming in your eyes, they seemed to be taken back.

"Please don't get lured by him and his sugar coated words", You glared at him, "We dated for two years, even after being in a relationship with me he cheated on me with multiple other girls and when I told him that I was pregnant, he left me....", You sobbed hugging the blonde, "Please don't trust him, he's a player, top notch....".

"What the fuck are you saying n—", He yelled.

"See now he's mad at me because I revealed his true face....".

"Yugyeom, I'll see you later I think my mother is looking for me!", The blonde said, walking away while the brunette advised, "You shouldn't do that to a girl, she's so pretty why don't you just accept her and your baby".

"Wait!" He yelled but none of them turned back, "The fuck would you say something like that Noona!".

Wiping away your tears you scoffed, "I have every rights to do what I did I'm your elder sister, plus that's what you get for sending me to bring those flowers!".

"What?! Now because of your little revenge, I've lost the chances of actually being with someone", he grimaced staring at the girls from back. Smacking his head, you frowned, "I can't believe that you're my brother, your standard is so low. If nothing you want to date playgirls, eww Kim Yugyeom!".

"One orange juice please", Turning around you asked the bartender.

"So now we are talking about standards hm? Atleast I have guts to confess while on the other hand you don't even have the guts to confess to—", You hushed him pressing your palm to his lips, slowly shaking your head.

"Don't...Not today atleast...hm...", Your gaze turning utter soft. He nodded with a defeated sigh.

This party was thrown for no one else but your bestfriend to celebrate his success for starting his own company, and you didn't want anything to go wrong.

"Noona, Why is Jackson hyung roaming like a lost puppy with those flowers?" Yugyeom asked pointing at Jackson, his words made you choke on your drink.

Great! You forgot to tell Jackson where to actually bring that bouquet. Since those flowers holds a special place in your bestfriend's heart you had to bring it for him especially when today's such a fortunate day for him.

"You idiot those are not just flowers, those are those flowers which I asked you to bring and you ended up here to flirt with bitches", You rebuked glaring at your brother.

"Oopsie", Yugyeom giggled sipping on his cocktail bringing his free hand to catch his ears.

"I'll be back", You rushed towards Jackson grabbing the flowers from him, "Thanks Jackson, you're the best!".

Stepping inside the mansion, you climbed the stairs leading to the terrace in a hurry, You knew his mansion like the back of your hand, how can you not when you grew up playing in this place, "Damn these heels and damn the heaviness of the bouquet".

Panting heavily you managed to push open the door to the terrace, but you forgot to notice a marble piece ahead putting your foot inside you lost your balance, preparing yourself for a hard hit, you closed your eyes.

"Be careful", A pair of arms catching you few feet up from the surface, "You should see and walk, what if you get hurt?".

"Thanks for saving me again my savior", You chuckled picking the flowers from ground handing him, "And here you go with your purple roses".

"Thanks.....actually I want to show you something", He added, putting his hands on your shoulders guiding you towards a small table which was decorated with scented candles and flowers with two chairs, on four corners it had pillars with lightings, rose petals sprawled on the ground.

Your eyes lit up at the arrangement, everything looked so romantic and perfect, walking closely you inspected the entire set up, your eyes landing on a small red velvet box.

"I can't believe it that you did everything on your own, it's so beautiful!" You squealed in excitement, clapping your hands.

"I'm glad you liked it", He said, his hands shoved in his dress pants pockets, "It really took a lot in me to go this far".

Holding the velvety box, he opened it taking off a beautiful diamond ring from it, extending it towards you with a soft smile, eyeing the ring lovingly you declared, "It's so beautiful....".

"I know. Do you think Somi will like it?" He exclaimed with hopeful eyes. Holding his hands gently, you whispered "She'll love it".

"Do you think she'll say yes to me?", He smiled nervously locking eyes with you, searching for some hope.

"She'll say yes to you, trust me", You breathed, squeezing his hands lightly in a reassuring way with a gorgeous smile.

He grinned happily hugging you to his chest with his hand holding your head, your nostrils filling up with his cologne which always managed to drove you into frenzy, for a moment you didn't want him to let you go, his embrace being your safe place.

Gulping an invisible knot in your throat you pulled away from his embrace, "Look it's already 7:50....I must go... Somi might be here any moment, don't screw this up, be a man and get your girl".

You turned to leave but he held your wrist turning you over to face him again, You confusedly glanced where he was holding your hand.

"Thank you for bringing these purple roses, they're very special to me".

"I'm your bestfriend stupid, don't thank me for it".

Still with your wrist in his hands, he leaned over to pluck a purple rose from the bouquet, "Here.... to the most wonderful person in my life", he extended the rose for you to hold.

You could feel your eyes getting glossy as you stared at the rose and then at him, "Thank you", You mumbled taking the flower from his grasp.

"All the best Jinyoung".

Stumbling your way downstairs, you locked yourself inside the library, your tears finally streaming down your face, the purple rose in your hand making you sob harder.

This is it. This is where your heart ends, you finally gave the person whom you have loved all your life, your first friend, your only bestfriend, your first love and maybe the only person you'll ever love in your life, Jinyoung to someone else.

"One of us had to sacrifice and I can't see you getting heartbroken, so instead I'll give up on my love for you.... Jinyoung. Atleast one of us must get their love", You cried bringing the rose to your lips.

Part 2 | Master list |

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(A/N :- Hey!! I'm back buds with another Jinyoung FF, I hope you're all gonna like it as well. Thank you so much and I'm quite excited myself! Weeeewoooo!!)

#got7 imagines #got7 jinyoung #got7 x reader #jinyoung imagines #got7 angst #got7 bambam #got7 jackson #got7 jaebeom #got7 mark #got7 youngjae #got7 yugyeom #jinyoung x reader #jinyoung fanfic #jinyoung au #jinyoung angst #got7 x female reader

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m-yien · 5 years ago

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DREAM MASTERLIST

Scenarios of boyfriend things with Mark Tuan. From how your relationship started, continued and blossomed into something you thought you would only catch a glimpse of in dreams.

ONE. First time dancing... TWO. Dinner and phone numbers... THREE. Dogsitting and messages... FOUR. You’re everywhere... FIVE. Through the night... SIX. Oops!

more to come! send me an ask if you have any suggestions or ideas :’) DO NOT REPOST. M-YIEN, 2020

#got7 #mark tuan #got7 scenarios #mark tuan scenarios #mark tuan scenario #got7 scenario #jackson wang #bambam #youngjae #jaebeom #jaebum #park jinyoung #jinyoung #fic: dream #p: mark x female reader

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bruh-changbin · 3 years ago

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ghostface

pairing: bang chan x female reader

requested: yes

genre: smut, kinda maybe a little fluff? minors dni

warnings: oral (m receiving), mild face fucking, light spanking, fingering (f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe), light hair pulling, mentions of vomiting, alcohol consumption

word count: 6.2 k

a/n: OKAY I KNOW that halloween was yesterday but i was in a slump for a couple of days and couldn't finish this in time :(. that being said i hope you all still have enough halloween spirit to enjoy this fic! (i will add on that there is a large party in this fic and i would like to remind everyone that we are still in a pandemic so please be safe and respectful of others)

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“listen, if i’m being completely honest,” bambam says while taking his place on one of the couches in jay b’s living room. all of you stop what you’re doing to listen to him.

“i think i could take down michael myers.”

jay b chokes on his drink and youngjae lets out a witch-like cackle at bambam’s sudden statement.

“what!!? i really think i could!” bambam whines as the rest of you are doubling over in laughter.

“isn’t he like immortal or something? that’s why there’s so many fucking movies; they can’t get rid of him.” minho says as he walks over from the kitchen, a steaming plate of pillsbury pumpkin cookies in his hands.

“well yea but i feel like horror movie people are always stupid. i bet you i could take him down.” bambam retorts, although his initial confidence in his ability to defeat a notorious movie villain is fading.

“sure you can bam, whatever you say.” jay b says, letting out a chuckle before turning his attention to the tv where jamie lee curtis has just appeared on the screen. to get in the halloween spirit, the 5 of you decide to put on some of the classic horror movies: halloween, friday the 13th, nightmare on elm street, etc.

“while we’re on the topic of halloween,” youngjae starts, “our friend jackson is hosting a halloween party on saturday… all of us are going as well as changbin and felix, you should come too y/n!”

as soon as you hear the word party you roll your eyes, “come on, you guys know that parties aren’t really my thing.”

minho sighs in annoyance before responding, “right, just like how bowling isn’t your thing, or taking shots isn’t your thing, or playing smash bros isn’t your thing. do you want me to keep going? because i can keep going.”

all you do in response is flip him off.

“y/n come on it’s halloween! you never go out with us, please just do it this year?” youngjae pleads, “it would be great to have you there.”

“you guys are peer pressuring me. this is peer pressure.” you counter and the guys groan at your response. “besides, why are you having a halloween party a whole entire week before actual halloween?”

“some of the twice girls want to go trick or treating or something, i don’t know and that’s not the point!” minho mumbles through a mouth full of cookies, “the point is that you are our friend and therefore are required to do fun things with us.”

“well unlike you guys i don’t particularly enjoy spending my time in a random person's house with drunk people i’ve never met.”

“one party. that’s all we’re asking for.” jay b groans, although it comes out muffled because his head is smushed into a pillow. “please?”

a dramatic exhale passes your lips as you huff out a drawn out “fiiine” which is followed by your friends enthusiastic cheers.

“and remember y/n, it is a halloween party so you need to dress up.” youngjae points out before turning his attention to the movie playing in the background.

“we’ll see about that.”

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eventually saturday comes around and you can’t go back on your promise to attend jackson’s halloween party. you’ve gone through all of the possible excuses you could make up: family emergency, illness, got called into work, the list goes on. but your friends know you well, and they would know that you’re just lying to get out of going.

you heed youngjae's advice and decide to throw a last minute costume together. besides, if you don’t wear a costume to a literal halloween party, you’ll stick out like a sore thumb. once you wake up and have breakfast, you begin to scour your closet in search of the right garments. by now, half of the clothes in your closet are strewn across the floor as you look through every single drawer and hanger.

“you’re telling me you don’t have any pink clothes in your entire closet?” felix’s voice echoes from your phone - which is on speaker.

“well i do but they’re not the right kind of pink, you know?” you huff out in response before continuing your search for the perfect outfit.

felix had convinced you to dress up as a fairy because its ‘simple but sexy’ - his words, not yours. besides, he already had a pair of cheap pink dollar store wings lying around so all you needed to do was put together a matching outfit; a task easier said than done.

“stop being so picky! i thought you didn’t even want to go to this party anyways.”

you roll your eyes at felix’s words. “just because i don’t want to go doesn’t mean i’m going to show up in an ugly costume.” obviously.

knowing felix he probably rolled his eyes at your comment before responding, “whatever y/n, you confuse me. i’ll see you later tonight ok?”

muttering a quick ‘mmhm’ in response, you hang up the phone before staring at the massive pile of clothes on your floor. taking felix’s advice, you pick the first pink shirt and bottoms you see and decide that it’s good enough.

an hour and an immense amount of glitter later, you find yourself standing in front of your mirror for one final costume inspection before you head out. your cheekbones are covered in pink shimmer and the elastic bands on the fairy wings are digging into your armpits but you have to admit - you look hot. throwing on a pair of sneakers, you grab your keys and head out to go pick up your friends.

jacksons house, or rather mansion, is already filled with people by the time you pull up outside. after parking under a streetlight outside the house - which bambam notes is eerily similar to the one scene from the exorcist - you all make your way inside.

the party is exactly what you would expect; a sea of people in their 20-somethings dressed in low budget costumes sipping from red cups, aluminum cans and glass bottles. it appears that jackson had taken the liberty to do a half-assed decorating job; fake cobwebs with plastic spiders and skulls and the like are placed precariously throughout the living room and kitchen.

you keep a vice-like grip on changbin’s elbow as you wade through the sea of people, desperately trying to avoid being poked in the face by cat ears or witch hats. as you scan the crowd, you’re able to point out a few people you’ve crossed paths with in the past. bambam’s friend yugyeom is tucked away in the corner dressed as a pirate. nayeon and jeongyeon - two girls you met briefly on a night out - are decked out in sequins and feathers in their 1920’s flapper costumes. the itzy girls came dressed as the mystery gang from scooby doo, and jackson wang - the host himself - dazzles in an outfit identical to that of brad pitt’s character from fight club.

following changbin through the crowd, you end up in the kitchen with a group of guys you don’t recognize. “y/n these are our other friends: jeongin, seungmin, jisung and hyunjin.” felix goes down the line and introduces you to the 4 strangers. the group - minus you and changbin - is dressed up as the power rangers, and felix’s arrival means the group is complete.

the pink ranger - was his name hyunjin? - speaks to you first: “can i grab you a drink or something?”

“ah, thanks but no thanks. i’m the driver so i’ve got to stay sober.” you say and hyunjin makes a face of pity. to be honest, being the designated driver never really bugged you. once your friends found out you had a van that fit all of you, it was practically set in stone that you would be the group chauffeur.

“so you’re the responsible one eh? that must suck.” hyunjin tries to sympathize with you, but you can tell he doesn’t really give a shit.

“it’s not the worst, i get to keep everyone in check. plus, i’ve never been a drinker anyways.” hyunjin nods at your statement, looking down at his cup as if your admission to not drinking has made him reevaluate ever consuming alcohol. luckily, felix comes to the rescue and loops him into the conversation he was having with the others - leaving you standing there awkwardly.

great, this is exactly why you didn’t want to come! both felix and changbin were too busy talking to their other friends to pay any attention to you so now you’re just standing here like a fool.

you know that jay b, minho and youngjae - who arrived early to help jackson set up - are bound to be around here somewhere, maybe you should go try to find them. sneaking away from changbin, felix and the other 4 strangers, you begin to shove your way through the crowd in hopes to find your other friends - who, mind you, practically begged you to come.

the crowd smells of sweat and cheap cherry body spray and you try not to cough as you weave through all the dancing bodies. you decide that the staircase is your best option to get some leverage so you head in that direction, narrowly avoiding a collision with a guy in an edward cullen costume. once you reach the staircase, you hop up the first couple steps and look into the crowd to see if you can spot jay b and youngjae. of course, that proves to be near impossible since you don’t even know what they’re dressed up as.

deciding to call your spontaneous search party quits, you head up the stairs and pray that you can find an empty room so you can relax. jeez, parties are tiring. the second floor is much less busy than the first, although there are still some people leaning against the walls or taking turns throwing up in the bathroom. now you’re not an idiot and you know that the first few rooms are probably occupied with drunk strangers hooking up with each other, so you head further down the hallway and open the last door on the left.

first thing you notice is that the lights are off, which is a good sign - a great sign even. the soft yellow light from the hallway shines into the room, but only briefly since you close the door behind you. your eyes struggle to adjust since the only light is a faint blue glow coming from the window, which only shines on half of the room. you think about searching for a lightswitch but decide against it, the darkness is quite nice and the open window on the wall parallel to you allows for some fresh air.

while scanning the room, your eyes fall upon a mirror and you walk over to it. the glitter from your cheeks has migrated and is now all over your entire face and - wait did something just move over there? peering over your left shoulder, you check to see if there really is something - or someone - or if your mind is just playing tricks on you. seeing nothing out of the ordinary, you turn back to face yourself in the mirror. oh my god, why is there a giant stain on your shirt!? maybe you did bump into the edward cullen guy. another movement catches your eye and this time you’re sure it’s real. keeping your eyes trained on the mirror, your heart practically leaps out of your chest when someone dressed exactly like ghostface emerges from the shadows.

“AHHHH WHATTHEFUCK!!” you scream as you whip around to face the masked stranger. a chuckle emanates from his mask and you can only assume he’s laughing at your outburst.

“motherf- you just about gave me a heart attack, you know?”

“sorry, i didn’t mean to startle you.” ghostface says while taking a couple steps toward you, although making sure to not get too close.

“startle is the understatement of the year.” you lean on the wall and try to catch your breath, your heart rate slowly returning to normal. “can i ask why you’re sitting in a room alone while dressed as a horror movie villain?”

“well, the horror movie costume is because this is in fact a halloween party,” duh, “and i’m in here alone because my friends dragged me here and i got tired of socializing.”

you nod understandingly before asking “is that your subtle way of telling me to fuck off?”

“no no no! ahh that’s not what i meant..” ghostface says while hiding his face (mask) in his gloved hands before adding on “i would never ask a pretty girl like you to fuck off.”

oh? is ghostface trying to flirt with you? this could be interesting.

testing the waters, you take a couple timid steps closer to him. “why don’t you take that mask off so i can see your pretty face, hm?”

he pauses for a moment as if considering your question before asking, “you’re not into the whole mask thing?”

his comment makes you stop and think for a moment. typically you don’t have a thing for masks or costumes or whatever, but this ghostface stranger is making you feel things. is that an australian accent you detect through the voicebox? it might just be your mind playing tricks on you, but you really hope it’s real because it’s hot as fuck.

“hmm maybe i’m into it..” you step closer so you’re only inches apart, “or maybe i'm just into you.”

ghostface must be one to get flustered very easily seeing as he’s already semi-hard from this little interaction; you should probably help the guy out. sinking down, your knees make soft thuds as they come in contact with the hardwood floor.

“you’re a slutty little fairy, aren’t you? so eager to get on your knees for me.” ghostface groans as your hands move to his belt, your fingers ghosting over the cold metal before unbuckling it and tossing it to the side. his jeans are next to come off as you pop open the button before yanking them down to his ankles.

moving your hands to his cock, you palm him through his boxers before slipping your fingers under the elastic waistband and pull them down so they’re on the floor with his jeans. by now his cock is basically fully hard, so you spit into your hand before wrapping it around his shaft and pumping it a few times. his precum is salty on your tongue and you begin to kiss and lick his tip, your hand still wrapped around the base of him.

stretching out your tongue, you lick a thick stripe from his base to his tip before relaxing your jaw and taking his cock inside your mouth. tears pool in your eyes when his length hits the back of your throat, but the groan that you get from him in return makes it all worth it. you start sucking him off at a slow pace, allowing your jaw to relax and your hand continues to pump what doesn’t fit in your mouth. everytime the tip of his cock hits the back of your throat you swallow, and he moans every time you do.

moving your hands to his sides, you begin to rock his hips back and forth while peering up at his masked face. taking your hint, he grabs the back of your head with one of his hands before fucking your face - gently at first, but soon he gets a steady rhythm going. you’re sure you look like a mess right now with your strawberry lipgloss smudged all around your mouth and your hair becoming messy with the way he’s yanking on it, but you don’t care. all you care about is getting him off.

“fuck your mouth feels like heaven” ghostface grunts, and you can tell he’s close by the way his thrusts become rougher and more erratic. spit is dripping from the sides of your mouth and your sure your mascara is smudged all around your eyes as he fucks your face with more fervor. everytime he groans or whines you feel it in your core and your panties are undeniably soaked at this point. with one final hard thrust he throws his head back, groaning loudly before cumming down your throat, hot and sticky.

you’re barely given time to clean yourself up before you hear youngjae’s voice echoing down the hallway. “yo y/n, are you up here?” his voice seems to be getting closer. “has anyone seen a girl in a pink fairy costume recently?”

“shit, that’s my friend calling me,” you mutter while getting up from your knees, “i should probably go find him.” the air is thick with tension as ghostface pulls his pants back up and takes a few steps to his right to retrieve his belt, and you’re out the door before he can say anything. you find youngjae at the bottom of the stairs standing with jay b and minho who both smile when they see you. “there you are, we’ve been looking for you everywhere!” a clearly drunk minho shouts while throwing his arm around your shoulder with much more force than necessary. the 4 of you spend the rest of the night together and in the early hours of the morning, when everyone has either left or passed out on a random couch, you drive your friends home.

sadly, you don’t run into ghostface again.

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8:00 am.

felix made you wake up at 8:00 am just so you could arrive at the pumpkin patch early. and you, being a person who enjoys sleeping in, were not exactly happy.

sunshine beams in through the windows of your car as you drive down the gravel road leading to ‘farmer bills pumpkin patch’, which is - according to felix - the best pumpkin farm in the whole entire country.

“i’m serious. one time, my mom and i brought home a pumpkin that was bigger than our microwave! i thought that bad boy was going to break our dining room table.” felix raves about his extraordinary pumpkin, although no one is really listening. changbin is fighting to stay awake while squished between bambam and youngjae in the very back, and jay b and minho each have one airpod in and are probably listening to taylor swift or something.

“but the best part about this place,” felix continues, “is that there’s an apple orchard as well! so once we pick out our prize pumpkins we can get some apples.” you can’t help but smile at felix - he’s like a happy virus that infects everyone he talks to.

once you park the car all of you step out into the sun, your multiple layers of sweaters and coats protecting you from the autumn breeze that’s blowing the leaves off of the trees. jay b pulls his beanie onto his head and minho scolds changbin for not wearing a scarf. bales of hay are stacked by the entrance to the pumpkin patch and a lone scarecrow is propped up against the wooden fence, its limp arm stretched towards the pumpkins as if it’s welcoming you in. mud squelches out from underneath your boots as you follow your friends into the patch.

“damn, that is a big ass vegetable.” jay b says while inspecting a particularly large pumpkin. “jackson should’ve bought some of these bad boys for his party.” you all laugh as you remember the cheap styrofoam pumpkins on jacksons porch that kept getting blown over by the wind.

“speaking of jackson’s party, where’d you run off to y/n?” changbin questions you as you all slowly stroll through the pumpkin patch like you’re in some kind of boy band.

knowing that changbin’s talking about you deserting them after 5 minutes, you respond with: “uhhh, what do you mean?”

“i mean one moment you were standing there beside me, and the next moment you were gone and i didn’t see you again until you drove us home.”

“oh right, i went and found jay b, minho and youngjae and hung out with them.”

upon hearing his name, jay b turns around and joins in on the discussion. “yea but when we met up you had just come down the stairs…” by now everyone had stopped walking and was listening in on the conversation. “wait, what were you doing upstairs?”

“i was just looking for uhhh.. a bathroom! i was looking for a bathroom.”

“you are lying through your teeth right now girl. tell us the truth.” bambam says, making the rest of your friends stare at you with anticipation.

“okay fine! maybe i sucked a random guys dick or whatever…” you mumble while awkwardly shifting your stance.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN OR WHATEVER?!”

“who was this guy? was he hot?? do we know him??!”

“did you guys like, roleplay the costumes you were wearing? HAH!”

minho’s remark makes you think back to ghostface calling you a slutty fairy, but you push that thought away. now is not the time to get horny.

“oh my god it’s not that big of a deal! no we did not roleplay (a lie) and i don’t know if he was hot, he had a mask on the whole time.” you spit back in response to the plethora of questions that were just thrown at you.

“damn, that’s kinda freaky.” changbin whispers before continuing, “what mask did he have on?”

“it was the ghostface mask from scream… or scary movie - whichever one of those came first.”

bambam’s jaw practically hits the ground at your admission, and you can see felix’s eyes pop out of their sockets as well - changbin just starts laughing and minho mutters a quiet ‘holy shit’.

“YOU SUCKED CHAN’S DICK???!!” bambam yells loud enough for the old couple in your vicinity to hear crystal clear, causing them to shoot you all a dirty look before walking away.

“bam will you shut the fuck up! and who’s this chan guy? why are you all freaking out!!?” you whine as your friends just laugh at you. bambam and felix are still in a state of shock.

“chan’s one of our other close friends,” minho says once he regains his composure, “we were going to introduce the two of you at a party in a couple days but.. it sounds like you’ve already met.” his sentence ends in a chuckle.

oh my god. are they serious? another party? “no way i am not going to another party. especially now that i know this chan guy is going to be there.”

“come on y/n, it’s not a party party, more of a small get together with some close friends. it’ll be fun!!” youngjae pleads while tugging on your jacket sleeve.

“fine... but i swear if there’s more than like, 13 people i’m leaving.”

once felix the pumpkin connoisseur has picked out a couple pumpkins up to his standard, you put them into the trunk of your car before heading over to the aforementioned apple orchard. you spend a good chunk of time frolicking through the lines of trees and changbin throws a worm-infested apple at jay b’s head; jay b then proceeds to straight up football tackle changbin. you decide its time to leave when felix’s bag of apples almost rips because it's so full; and besides, your fingers are starting to get cold.

you all pile back into your car and blast the hot air as you all pull off your hats and mittens. the drive home is much louder than the drive to the pumpkin patch seeing as everyone is much more awake. you all take turns picking songs to play through the sound system and sing along to. one by one, you drop your friends off and say goodbye to all of them.

“remember y/n,” bambam shouts when he gets out of the car, “halloween night. felix’s house. be there.”

ugh. minho better keep his promise and keep this ‘get together’ small because you are not looking forward to another party. and you are definitely not looking forward to seeing chan.

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the sun is just barely peeking above the horizon when you step out onto your porch, waving at changbin, jay b and youngjae who are waiting for you on the sidewalk. the street lamps cast an eerie orange glow as the 4 of you begin to walk down your street which is now teeming with eager trick or treaters. felix offered to host this little get together and for a change of pace you decide it would be nice to walk with your friends instead of drive, especially since felix’s place isn’t far away from yours.

“alright y/n here’s the plan.” changbin says excitedly as he shoves youngjae to the side so he’s walking alongside you. “you’re gonna walk in there like the bad bitch you are and own it.” he starts, “then you’re gonna go up to chan and say ‘hey chan, remember me? the chick that sucked your dick at the - OW!” changbin wails as jay b slaps him in the shoulder.

“remember, it’s only awkward if you make it awkward. talk to chan if you want to, ignore him if you don’t. simple.” jay b states matter-of-factly.

changbin scoffs, “wow jay b, you should’ve dressed up as a wizard seeing as you’re so fucking wise.” he mutters with a sour look on his face and youngjae laughs.

minutes later you arrive at felix’s doorstep which is decorated with the pumpkins you got together - although now they all have faces carved into them. changbin eagerly rings the doorbell and then screams ‘TRICK OR TREAT!!!” in minho’s face the second he opens the door. nobody laughs. following minho inside, you’re led into the kitchen where felix is making some sort of concoction of drinks.

“aaand here we go! felix’s putrid pumpkin punch.” he exclaims while placing a large bowl filled with sloshing orange liquid onto the counter. a quick whiff of the drink lets you know that it’s like 90% alcohol and 10% fanta or some other sugary soda.

“uhh looks good lix!” you say with a look of skepticism on your face as jay b walks up beside you. “you better watch out y/n because that stuff will get you fucked up. remember changbin last year?”. vague memories of youngjae showing you videos of changbin passing out and then throwing up while dressed as woody from toy story flood your memories, and you chuckle. changbin seems to recoil at jay b’s comment and looks at felix’s punch with a disgusted face before grabbing a bag of sun chips and exiting the kitchen.

“bambam and chan should be here in a bit, why don’t we all go get set up in the basement?” jay b suggests before following changbin out of the kitchen. deciding that no one has the energy or desire to deal with trick or treaters, you fill a large bowl with candy and tape a note reading ‘please take one’ and place it on felix’s doorstep. inside, felix precariously balances his massive bowl of punch in one hand and a stack of red solo cups in the other as you all make your way downstairs.

twinkling orange fairy lights line the walls in felix's basement, which is comically large by the way. blankets and pillows are haphazardly thrown on the couches as you all find a place to sit. your friends all begin to converse, grabbing some of felix’s punch and downing it as you sit there nervously. for some reason, you just can’t get your heart rate to calm down.

“awww y/n is nervous~!!!” minho teases as he notices you wiping your sweaty palms on your pants and you shove his shoulder. “am not.” you mutter, but you know that’s a blatant lie.

“come on y/n it’s gonna be fine. just try to relax! here, we’ll let you pick the movie.” youngjae asserts while tossing you the remote. in the end, you don’t really get to pick the movie since changbin whines every time you suggest something that isn’t what he wants.

a couple minutes into the movie you hear felix’s front door open and 2 pairs of footsteps make their way over to the basement. oh shit, here we go. bambam comes down first, whooping and hollering while holding a bag of chips in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. trying not to be obvious, you spare a glance at the man behind him and holy shit. to say chan is gorgeous is an understatement; his hair is soft and bouncy and his lips are pink and pillowy. a little on the short side but that’s not a dealbreaker for you so it’s alright.

not wanting to be weird, you avert your eyes from chan and pretend to be focused on the movie. chan follows bambam over to where the rest of you are seated and takes his place on the couch - right beside you. “i don’t think we’ve met before, i’m chan.” he says while stretching out a hand for you to shake. changbin tries to hide his snicker unsuccessfully and jay b lobs a pillow at him. you briefly shake chans hand and tell him your name before turning back to face the movie.

everyone stopped paying attention to the movie about 10 minutes in. changbin is already on his 3rd cup of punch - a decision he’s going to regret - and jay b, bambam and minho are all taking shots. youngjae and felix, who are both mildly drunk, are having a therapy session and you’re pretty sure youngjae is on the brink of tears. that leaves you and chan sitting there awkwardly, both left out of all the chaos. “i’m gonna go grab a drink from upstairs” you half-yell to chan so he can hear you over the screams of your friends. he nods before pulling out his phone, and you head upstairs.

opening one of felix’s cupboards, you grab an empty glass and fill it with water before gulping it down. originally your plan was to just ignore chan for the sake of avoiding an awkward confrontation, but you weren’t expecting him to look that good.

“they’re going crazy down there huh.” a voice with a thick australian accent says from behind you, making you jump. ahh shit, awkward confrontation unsuccessfully avoided.

“haha, yea they’re always like that.” you joke while turning around to face chan, who is leaning on felix’s counter. you're not entirely sure if chan knows that you know who he is, which makes this situation all the more awkward.

“you know,” fuck it, here we go, “we actually have met before, at jackson’s halloween party. i was the fairy girl who… you know…” you trail off at the end of your sentence.

chan chuckles at your shyness while walking around felix’s counter “so they told you that was me, huh?” he questions while folding his arms over his very muscular chest.

you nod while placing your glass on the counter beside felix’s sink, although another cup of cold water might be a good idea since you can feel your face flushing.

“well, i’m glad we’re on the same page now,” chan says while creeping closer, his fingers grasping the belt loops on your jeans so he can pull you closer, “because i didn’t get to thank you for helping me out that night.”

chans breath fans over your lips for a brief moment, his dark brown eyes gazing into yours before he leans in and closes the gap between the two of you. your fingers travel up his toned arms before grasping his broad shoulders and pulling him into you, deepening the kiss. moves moving in sync with each other, you both become more and more relaxed - that is until you pull away. the kitchen is not the place to have sex, especially considering your drunk friends could come wondering up at any given moment.

grabbing chans hand, you drag him out of the kitchen and lead him upstairs, not caring if your friends in the basement notice your absence. knowing felix’s house as if it were your own, you head towards the second door on the right - the guest bedroom.

you barely have time to open the door and enter the room before chan is pushing you up against the wall, his lips finding yours again as he presses his body flush against yours. his hair is soft and silky as you run your fingers through it, tugging lightly when he nips at your bottom lip. hips press against each other and tongues intertwine as you and chan make out against the wall, subdued sounds of pleasure leaving both of your mouths.

at some point chan decides enough is enough and he pulls away from you, making sure to keep a hand on your hip as he guides you to the bed in the center of the room. flopping onto the soft mattress, chan grabs your wrists and pulls you on top of him, hands travelling up your back as you lean down and reconnect your lips.

chan sensually drags his fingers down your tummy before popping the button on your jeans open. knowing that jeans aren’t a particularly easy clothing item to remove, you reach down and help him pull them down your legs and off your ankles before they’re discarded on the floor.

assuming your previous position, you start pressing kisses to chans jaw which slowly migrate to his neck. a breathy moan is pulled from you when chan begins to rub your clit through your panties, which are sticking to your folds with your wetness. his fingers pull your underwear to the side before exploring your folds, playing with your clit but only for a second before moving elsewhere.

in one swift motion, chan removes you from your position on top of him, muttering a deep ‘on your knees’ as he removes himself of his pants and boxers. you quickly fulfill his request, scrambling to get on your hands and knees as he gets in position behind you. a gasp escapes your lips when you feel the tip of chans cock press against your entrance, and you hear him spit on his hand and smear it on his length before slowly pushing himself inside of you.

both you and chan groan at the feeling of him entering you, his hands keeping a firm grip on your hips as he gives you a second to adjust to his size. a brief moment passes and you gently rock your hips against his as a way of letting him know that you’re ready to go.

chan’s quick to build up to a fast pace that makes your elbows wobble like jelly as you try to keep yourself up, your moans continuously getting louder and louder. a sudden slap to your ass cheek makes you yelp in surprise, chans palm briefly smoothing over your skin before spanking you again. he never breaks pace as he spanks you periodically, the sting on your skin feeling so good coupled with his deep strokes that hit that spot inside of you.

at this point your repeating chan’s name like a mantra as you feel your high approaching, your arms giving out from the intense pleasure so you arch your back and smush your face into the mattress. chans thrusts are relentless as he continuously pounds into you, hips slapping against your ass as he chases his own high. you muster up enough strength to twist your arm and bring it up to your clit, rubbing it in time with chans thrusts. every single one of your nerves feels like its on fire as your orgasm crashes down on you causing you to practically scream chans name.

body going limp, you melt into the mattress as you barely register chan pulling out and finishing all over your back and ass - which is probably all red and swollen. you smile softly when chan lays down beside you, his shirt sticking to his chest with sweat, much like your own. pants of exhaustion fill the room as you both lay on the cool sheets and bask in each others presence.

eventually chan gets up, telling you to ‘wait here’ as he quickly pulls his bottoms back on and jogs to the bathroom, returning with a towel that he uses to clean you up. “i’ll just tell felix to wash this. no questions asked.” he whispers before chucking the now used towel in the laundry basket. after helping you put your clothes back on, chan kisses you softly before the two of you reluctantly head back downstairs; wondering what remarks your drunk friends will say.

“there you two are! took you long enough.” jay b shouts when you and chan walk down into the basement. “did you two have a good time up there? i hope you used protection.” of course, here come all of the lame sex jokes.

“of course they had a good time, could you hear it? clapping so loud it sounded like a bunch of white people when their plane lands.” bambam yells before doubling over in laughter at his own joke. chan looks at you sheepishly before laughing and pulling you over to the couch. the overall atmosphere is happy as the whole group laughs and shouts and drinks together. chans shoulder is pressed against yours as he flashes you a quick smile.

it’s a very happy halloween.

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Friendly Persuasion (18+)

➟ pairing(s): Jackson x YoungJae x fem! Reader

➟ genre(s): Smut

➟ word count: 3.4K

➟ warnings: Please don't do any further if you're not old enough!

A little insecurity about body image. Jackson is a sex god that helps his shy friend learn to satisfy his girlfriend. And there is badly written smut :)

You barged into the apartment and slammed the door shut. Jay B eyed you as you huffed.

"Where is Jackson," you demanded. Jay B pointed to Jackson's room and turned his attention back to his book. You stormed past him and down the hall to the closed door. You swung the door open without knocking. Throwing yourself on his bed with extra dramatic flair, you groaned into the pillow.

Jackson only shook his head, you were probably the only one who could rival his drama. He rubbed your back but continued his phone conversation as if you weren't there.

"Jackson," you mumbled into the pillow. He only responded by patting your back. "Jacks," you tried again, a little louder. This time he shushed you. "Jacky," you whined, "I really need to have sex."

"Uh, let me call you back," he said to the person on the phone. He wasn't sure he heard you correctly and needed to give you undivided attention. He turned you over so you lay on your back and he hovered over you. "What was that princess," he asked? You huffed and shoved his shoulder.

"You heard me," you pouted, "I've been super horny and I can't take this anymore." His eyes widened and his mind raced. He grinned at you and raised his eyebrows.

"So," he drew out, "What do you want me to do? How can I help you?" He brushed a few strands of hair from your face. You batted your eyes at him sweetly.

"Can you talk to Jae," you said softly, "I don't know what to do?" Jackson moved to sit at the foot of the bed and laughed.

"He hasn't been giving you the attention you want lately, has he," he questioned you?

"More like never," you scoffed and rolled your eyes. You've been dating one of his best friends, YoungJae, for 6 months and he hasn't shown an interest in being intimate with you.

"What," Jackson asked, a little confused? He eyed you, unsure of what you were saying.

"What didn't you understand," you asked irritated. "I want to have sex... YoungJae won't... please send help... S.O.S."

"Like, ever," Jackson tried to clear up, "Never ever?" You screamed a muffled scream into his pillow. "But he has done... other stuff... right." His answer came in another muffled cry.

"No," you finally pulled away from the pillow, "It's just been me, myself, and I." You raised your hands one at a time for illustration. "And trust me," you continued, "It's not for lack of trying."

"I, uh," Jackson tried to find the words, "Um, well maybe..."

"Wow," you said, "Thanks for that pep talk" You rolled your eyes and moved to sit next to him. "I mean, he does like girls, right? If he doesn't, that's fine... but come on..." You stood and paced around the room.

"No," Jackson assured you, "He likes girls. Not girls plural. Girl... Female... you. He likes you." You huffed at his response.

"I just figured by now we would be more, physical. Ya know," you stopped in front of the full-length mirror and turned sideways. "You know last week when I straddled his lap and took my shirt off, he pushed me to the floor and locked himself in my bathroom for 30 minutes." You caught Jackson's gaze in the reflection and his smile made madder than before. "30 minutes, Jackson," you yelled at him.

A flood of guilt-filled him. His eyes softened and he didn't meet your eyes again until he heard your shaky breath. He saw you lift your shirt and pinch your stomach.

"Do you think it's me," you asked? Your voice trembled as tears filled your eyes. "It has to be, right," you asked again. "I've seen the girls that call his name. The girls that you bring around. I'm not like them. I'm not-"

You were cut short by Jackson crushing you in a hug. He held you close to his chest and gently scolded you. "Don't be silly," he said, "You are so beautiful. And so much more than just a pretty face. He's not that dumb. I don't know what it is, but it isn't you." You pulled away and wiped the tears from your cheek.

"I gotta go," you said, "Thanks for listening." You hurried out of his room and out of the apartment. You bumped into YoungJae in the hallway to the elevator. He tried to grab your arm when he saw how upset you were, but you pulled away told him to leave you alone.

"Why did Y/N leave here crying," he called into the apartment. "Did you guys do something to her?" He didn't have time to set his things down before Jackson rushed at him.

"Did we do something," Jackson repeated the question, his head was still reeling from what you told him. "Do you think it is something you didn't do?" YoungJae looked at the older man with wide eyes, confusion all over his face. Jackson grabbed his friend's shirt and pulled him into his room. "Sit down stupid," he ordered.

YoungJae sat on the bed. He couldn't imagine what he had done wrong. Jackson sat next to his friend and rubbed his face. How was he going to handle this?

"I'm gonna ask you something, and I need you to be honest," Jackson began, "Have you had sex with Y/N yet?" YoungJae blushed and looked away. "That's why she was here," Jackson said, he didn't need to hear the answer, it was written all over his face. "She's worried that you're not into her." He could see the worry and guilt that covered his friend's face. "What is it? She's a beautiful girl," Jackson said, "And for some reason, she is very interested in you. There isn't one guy in this apartment that wouldn't fight you to be with her." A small chuckle left YouongJae's lips.

"You're right. She is great. Beautiful. Funny," YoungJae said softly, "There isn't anything about her that doesn't drive me crazy." He took a deep breath and looked at his friend. "But what if I'm not good enough. I haven't... you know...and she has...I just... I don't know."

Jackson squinted and processed what his friend was saying. He laughed and grabbed his chest. "You're worried that she won't like you when you finally have sex?" Jackson laughed harder, "I don't think she's that type of girl. Maybe the kind to tie you to the bed blindfolded, but not leave you because it's bad."

YoungJae only shook his head, "I don't know, man." He sighed and covered his face. "Do you think she hates me now?"

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Jackson said, "Come on, I know how to fix this."

After you returned home, you just laid on the sofa mindlessly switching the television stations. A small knock on the door drew you from your daze.

"Y/N," you heard YoungJae's voice on the other side of the door, "I know you're in there." He knocked again. "I want to talk." You didn't move and stared at the door trying to figure out if this is something you wanted to do today. You knew Jackson would have told him about what you said and it was a matter of time before something had to be done. Suddenly, there was a much louder bang on the door.

"Open the door, Y/N," Jackson demanded, "I won't say it a second time." There was something in his voice that you didn't recognize. You unlocked the door and held it open for the two men to enter. Jackson led YoungJae in, like a scolded puppy by the scruff of his neck, pushing him firmly in front of you. "Tell her," he instructed.

"I'm sorry," YoungJae said softly, his eyes focusing on the floor. Jackson slapped the back of his head. "If I ever made you feel less than perfect," he brought his eyes to meet yours, "Or if I ever made you feel unwanted."

"That's better," Jackson said, "Do you accept his apology?" Both men waited for your answer. You gave them a tight-lipped smile and nodded. "Good, we're here to make it up to you," Jackson smiled.

"We," you questioned? Jackson turned and walked to your bedroom.

"Come on, both of you," Jackson ordered. Your heart began to race as YoungJae followed and closed the door behind the three of you.

Jackson sat on your bed with his back against the headboard, leaving you in the middle of the room with YoungJae. He made himself comfortable and waved his hand at his friend. "Go on," he said, "Just like we talked about."

"What did you talk about," you questioned YoungJae. Your boyfriend didn't answer you, he only stepped closer and cupped your face, pulling you in for a kiss. You wanted to tell him no or to stop because Jackson was here, but you didn't have the strength with his lips on yours. Relaxing into the kiss, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

YoungJae's hands grabbed at the fabric of your dress and pulled it up around your waist, and then over your head, leaving you in your bralette and matching panties. His hands slid down to cup your ass, squeezing the soft skin. He smiled down at you and the surprised look on your face. You motioned to the bed where Jackson sat, but you were shushed by his lips again. You tugged on his shirt, very desperate to feel his skin against yours. Thankfully, he got the hint and pulled his shirt off. You pulled him closer by his belt and kissed him again. He groaned against your lips as you nibbled his.

"Come here, princess," Jackson said to you softly, patting the bed between his spread legs. You looked between the two men in your room, still not fully aware of what was happening. YoungJae nodded to you and smiled sweetly before gently guiding you to the bed. You crawled on the bed towards Jackson. He pulled your back against his chest and pushed your hair to one side. You could feel his warm breath on your ear and his heartbeat against your back. "Just relax," he whispered, "Let him take care of you."

Your breath hitched in your throat when you saw YoungJae inch towards you. He sat at your feet and let his eyes roam over your body. His hands slid over your legs and thighs. Hooking his thumbs in the waist of your panties, he tugged them down your legs.

You felt insecure so you closed your legs and pressed them together. You heard Jackson tut in your ear.

"Ah, not tonight," he whispered, "Let him see." His voice was gentle but it held a stern tone. You relaxed your legs as YoungJae ran his hands up your thighs again, slowly separating them. "Show him, baby girl," he murmured again, "Show him what he's been missing."

Your hands trailed down your stomach and to your slick folds. Using two fingers, you spread your folds and dip one finger inside your slit. Leaning your head on Jackson's shoulder you moan and shut your eyes. Slowly, you remove your finder and trace circles around your sensitive bud. You begin to moan a little louder as your breath quickened.

"Open your eyes," Jackson stated, "Look at him." You didn't even recognize the man at your feet. He had moved closer and was rubbing your thighs. Jackson pulled your hand away from between your legs and sucked on your fingers. The sound that came from him was absolutely sinful. Your body quivered when you felt YoungJae place hot wet kisses on the inside of your thighs.

Jackon taped on your stomach to get YoungJae's attention. He makes a come hither motion with his fingers, which the younger man understands. You whimper as you're filled with YoungJae's fingers and begin to rock your hips against his hand. Jackson brushes his lips across your ear, "Do you like that, beautiful? Does he make you feel good?" His words sent shivers down your spine.

You hummed a response and tried to focus on the man between your legs. He was pulling his fingers from your core and sucking them clean. The simple act drove you crazy. He grew more confident when you looked him in the eyes and begged, please. It was a simple request but spoke volumes to him. He moved close to you and hooked your leg over his shoulder. He licked one long strip along your folds and flicked your clit with his tongue. You groaned and bucked your hips, frustrated with the loss of contact.

A smile pulled at his lips as he dipped his head again. This time sucking and licking every inch of skin he can reach. He nipped at your thighs with his teeth as he worked his fingers inside you again. A familiar knot formed in your stomach. A string of praise fell from your lips.

"Jae," you moaned, "please don't stop." That was all he needed to hear. While he worked his finger he sucked your throbbing bud. Jackson could feel you panting against his chest. His hands caressed your arms to soothe you. "I'm going to come," you were barely able to say.

YoungJae gripped your waist and pulled you down harder to his mouth. He worked harder to bring you over the edge. Your hands traveled to his hair again as you tried to push him away.

"Oh, ah," you tried to beg him, "too much." Jackson pulled your arms away from YoungJae and kissed your neck.

"Can you imagine that he was afraid he wouldn't be able to make you come," Jackson breathed in your ear? He bit your earlobe and his voice lowered an octave, "Let go princess, come for him."

"Jae," you cried as you felt his teeth on your bud, "oh my gosh." You couldn't fight it anymore. Your back arched and you felt a sudden spray of warmth and slickness. Your eyes widened in shock and looked to YoungJae. He lifted his head, licked his lips, and wiped his chin. His wide eyes stared at you, and under his gaze, your body flushed. You felt Jackson laugh under you.

"Did you just do what I think you did," Jackson laughed out loud? Your mouth moved but no sound came out. "That was hot," he reassured you. He kissed the side of your head and let his lips linger. "Are you guys good now?" You nodded and he gave you one last kiss on the temple before leaving his position on the bed.

You mouthed a quick thank you to him as he left. He smiled and winked as he left.

"I'm so happy to have you to myself," YoungJae said to you. You watched as your boyfriend moved from the bed and removed his pants, standing before you in his boxers. Immediately you knelt before him, admiring how toned and smooth his body was.

You pulled up and kissed him lovingly. You could taste yourself on his lips. You ran your hands down his chest and then to the bulge in his boxers. We whined against your lips and pressed his hips into your hands. You slid your hand into his boxers and wrapped your hand around his now enlarged and throbbing member. He moaned and his head fell back as you slowly pumped your hand.

"No," YoungJae said, somewhat pulling away. He drew your hand from his boxers and shook his head.

"Baby," you appealed, "please. Let me." He shook his head again. "Why," you whispered? "Are you-"

"I need to be inside you," he cut you off breathlessly. A soundless 'oh' formed on your lips. He attached his lips to yours and pushed you back to the mattress, pinning your hips down. He kissed down your neck and chest, taking the time to pay attention to your breasts. You gasped when he tugged your nipples with his teeth.

With one hand he removed the only clothing separating you and him. He pressed against you, letting you feel his full length against your leg. "I've been waiting a long time for this." He reached down and brushed against your entrance.

Gently, he entered you. Your head fell back revealing your neck for his lips. As he sucked under your ear, he inhaled your scent. It was a mixture of sugar, vanilla, and patchouli. It was comfort for him. He groaned as he was fully sheathed in you, not able to move. You pulled back and cupped his face.

"Are you ok," you asked softly. He swallowed and nodded.

"Give me a minute," he chuckled, "This feels too good." You threw your head back and laughed. "Are you ok," he asked exploring your eyes.

"Ready when you are," you promised him.

His pace was slow, it was nice. You held his body close to yours, wanting to feel every inch of him against you. Just as you two fell into a good rhythm, he reached down and hooked your knee in his arm. His next thrust was deeper than before and caused you to cry out in surprise.

"I'm sorry," he apologized, kissing you softly. He slowed this pace and rocked deeper into your hips. You held him closer and raked red lines down his back. "You feel so good," he moaned into your ear, "I love you so much." You're body froze. "Did I hurt you," he asked hovered over you, concern etching his face.

"Do you," you asked, pushing his sweat-soaked hair from his face. He tried to follow your train of thought. He smiled when he understood what he said. He kissed your lips and said it again, much softer and quieter this time.

"I love you," he murmured against your lips. He slid an arm under your body to lift you closer, while his other hand stroked your face. "사랑 해요 (I love you)," he whispered again, in Korean this time. Your heart skipped a beat every time he said it.

"I love you, too," you said kissing his lips. It felt perfect that this was the first time you shared those words. You began to rock your hips again. He quickened his pace, snapping his hips into yours.

"I guess you liked that," he grunted into your neck. You raised your hips to meet his. He could hardly make out your pleas. "What's that baby," he questioned, "Tell me what you want."

"Don't get cocky, Jae," you whined, "Please, I'm so close." He thrust harder into your core.

"Say my name," he told you.

"Ah, Jae," you moaned. He tutted and reached down between you, brushing circles around your clit.

"What. Is. My. Name," he asked again? "Say it, baby." You were stunned by his control of the situation.

"YoungJae," you gasped, "Please."

"Come on, baby," he urged, "I’m right behind you." He felt you clench around him as your body trembled with pleasure. He sucked on your neck as his thrusts became uneven and sloppy. Tucking his head into your neck he moaned your name and thrust one final time.

You laid with the full weight of his body on yours. It wasn't too much, or uncomfortable, but welcomed. When slowly stripped his body from yours and disappeared from the room. Taking the moment to stretch your muscles, you squirmed around the bed and a small peep slipped from your lips.

"That's cute," YoungJae said as he returned to your side. Quickly kissing your bare arm, he pressed a bottle of water in your hands. "Here," he said softly and waved a warm cloth at you, "Thought you might like this." You shot him an appreciative smile. He had dressed in his boxers again and explored your wardrobe for something to dress you in. Having successfully found a silky nightgown, he turned to you. You slid the soft fabric over your body and flung yourself back on the bed and made grabby hands.

"Come to bed with me," you asked innocently. YoungJae smiled at you as you batted big doe eyes at him. He climbed into your bed and laid his head on your chest, your fingers carded tenderly through his hair.

The two of you laid in each other's arms and unwound. It was no time before you heard soft snores from your sleeping boyfriend. You kissed the top of his head and whispered into his hair, "I love you."

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changminurheart · 3 years ago

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and the night was made for loving. ( sohn youngjae )

you love in secrecy, shy hidden glances that last longer than they should. kisses that burn on your lips and in memory for a lifetime, but eric is not yours to love during the day

part of the ‘reveal yourself” collab hosted by @jjyusmile in honour of tbz’s fourth anniversay, this is what it feels like to love a man that’s never been yours, sohn youngjae.

genres : angst. fluff. childhood best friends to lovers to not, secret romance. honestly, no warnings.

pairing: the boyz eric x gender neutral reader (if you do spot any pronouns that are possibly female please let me know so i can change bits of it)

the first warning comes when you’re six.

six years old when you can just about spell each other’s names, signing his off with a heart using your extra special pink gel pen. pink was his favourite colour he told you. pink because your sweater is pink, the flowers that bloom in his garden you play in on sundays are pink, because he saw in a book a pink soccer ball he’s always wanted.

at six your hearts are pink and young, clear of any ugly purple bruises or cracks of heartbreak. just a tiny ache when he builds the confidence to march up to your table at recess. tiny fists bunched at his sides with brows furrowed in a pretty knot.

“you didn’t come over to play on sunday,” the pout on his pink lips is enormous, probably as big as his eyes that held your six year old’s world.

you bite your lip nervously but then shrug, cardigan slightly slipping off your shoulders. “dad said i couldn’t,” that last word is a little hard for you to pronounce but your heart swells with pride once it leaves your mouth when you let out another breath. your beam blinds eric and distracts him for a moment, anger vanishing in thin air and all he can see is pink again.

“come over next week?” his voice is tiny but demands all your attention. you play a finger on your chin cutely to contemplate on how you could possibly ask your parents to play with the boy they’ve said no to countless times but you nod nonetheless. he uses his eyes that hold the stars captive to make a memory of your smile that holds the sun, locking this secret promise of a moment away forever.

“okay,” he whispers, suddenly shy that a pink blush dusts over his honey cheekbones. he pauses, almost thinking before running his tongue over his rosy lips. you look up at him, questioning look knotted in your forehead creases and he swipes the sheet you’ve written his name on with your precious gel pen that cost you the past two week’s pocket money to get. your protests fill the air with a laughter that bubbles in his chest, he runs with however far his little legs can carry him. lungs heaving with love as you break out into giggles when he almost trips on his own two feet, focus lost in that moment as he let his eyes wander over to you again.

he presses a soft kiss to his thumb and index before crossing them over in a soft finger heart. he throws it in your direction, actions forming the unspoken words that have become your own language.

i’ll wait for you, the tiny heart says. and you nod, returning one back at him with a smile so much bigger before the bell breaks through the air and he makes a dash for his desk- afraid of the scolding mr. lee will give him.

sunday comes with a tantrum, bawls and threat to tell your teachers you were being neglected from attention. your body is hunched in the corner as you cry, you hear your mother bargain with your father but the words are final. you’re not allowed to see sohn youngjae, the boy across the street. but he’s not just the boy across the street; he’s your best friend, the boy who blooms your flower path and no one in the big wide world could stop you from ever being his friend. rage fills your tiny body, heart bigger than your brain and you decide at nightfall the plan will begin.

moonlight rests in the sky, like you should be in bed. but you’re lying in eric’s arms that feel like light. hidden in his treehouse under a mess of blankets and tangled limbs, you sleep soundly unaware of the panic your runaway scheme has caused. but you don’t mind, turning over and forcing your eyes shut. they can’t scold you if you’re sleeping, they can’t take you away is eric holds you tight enough and so you bury your neck further in his neck- eric sohn and sleep hugging you close.

you’re six and you’re only a fraction of your parent’s age and wisdom of the big wide world, but you do know this; you won’t ever have to wait for sohn youngjae because he’ll always be by your side.

ten years later you’re both sixteen and nothing has changed since you were six except now you can feel the butterflies that swirl in your stomach and the teenage love that thumps in your chest.

it’s just a crush, you tell yourself. it’s normal to have feelings in this life- would you call it love? maybe not yet. you do know that you feel ever so warm when he drags you along to the arcade and you want to curl inside the house all day instead, when he has your cafe order memorised for the free period on friday that begins at two, when he ties your hair back in a little scrunchie he keeps on his wrist so its out of your way just as you like. you feel warm because he seems to know every little thing about you.

it’s just a crush, you remind yourself when you’re walking side by side, hands knocking every once in a while. your hands want to reach out and hold his so bad. you’re millimetres apart but he’s worlds away from you.

until you feel the softness of his pinkie interlocking with yours; a silent promise when the leaves serve as background music to your walk home. you look to him from under your long fluttering eyelashes but he’s looking away to combat that blush; red hues dancing up his ears already. your heart smiles.

it’s just a crush, your young sixteen year old mind still whispers but the beating of your blood pumping organ wipes that thought clean.

he’s just your eric.

you’re nineteen and past the hesitating hearts. now you comfortably grab his hands, pressing your lips to his knuckles as he watches you in awe.

you’re giggling into his neck and he has you up against the wall of this alley.

“youngjae,�� you whisper at the nonexistent distance between you two. he’s a whole head taller and is stargazing in your orbs, head gently nudging and prodding you to continue whilst his lips busy themselves at your neck.

“jae they’ll see us,” you whisper harshly, the thrill of hiding your forbidden love was not as exciting as you had initially thought it would be.

sometimes you live for nights like tonight, the heavy hues of dark ash that paint the sky, a sea of stars that illuminate his cheekbones that you trace your fingers over. the sneaking out the house and into his car, slow kissing at red lights with his lips melting over yours till the cars behind grow impatient and honks break you apart. its the hoodie of his you wear to hide the purple paint on your bodies, wide grins flashing in secrecy- pure excitement from seeing him and only him. he was yours and no one had a single clue in the world. at least, in your world.

but there’s also nights like tonight. the ugly darkness that camouflage your dancing demons. the sly snarl of his lips as they attack yours. you don’t want anyone to see you but he’s hoping to god someone will. just anyone will so they’d know you were his. you’re engulfed in his warmth, a sky of stars above and he’s the brightest one in front of you; hugging you close and you wish upon him that this moment could last forever.

but it can’t, there’s no way it could. “jae,” you break apart and take a step back from him and his hands loosen themselves slightly around your waist.

“what?” his tone’s a bit rough, he’s annoyed with brows creased and body on fire.

“they’ll see us,” your eyes soften and you let your whisper sink into the growing coldness of the night.

“would that be such a bad thing?” he leans his forehead across yours. “we’re not kids anymore,” a secret into your hair.

“you know its not that,” your palms are lied flat on his chest and you hold him slowly.

“then what is it?” his eyes desperately search for answers that die on the tip of your tongue, all you can taste is salt. it’s bitter.

don’t make me say it you beg, please don’t make me say it.

“we just can’t,” you settle for and your voice breaks, the pupils in your eyes shake and suddenly you feel so damn small, the world out there is just way bigger than the two of you.

you knew your parents would never accept him and you could never accept that. he was bold and brave and beautiful. he was warmth and light, the smartest boy you ever knew; dreams that could take him worlds away from you but he’s always stayed. but your parents pay your rent, you live under their roof in their town along their rules. you may be eric’s lover but first you’ll always be their child and as much as you’d give up everything for eric- you don’t have it in you to walk away from your family.

“i’ll go in right now,” he blinks away stray tears and the tongue in his mouth threatens to break through the inside of his cheek, pressing hard against the flesh. “i’ll go in there right now and tell them we deserve to be together,” his voice raises volumes you could never reach and your eyes widen in panic, hands grasping his arms and falling heart.

“jae you can’t no,” you plead, “please don’t,” the tears spill from your eyes and you throw your body to block the pathway.

“move,” he mutters quietly, “i need you to move.”

“i need you to stop,” you shout. you hate being painted as the villain, as the one who always to bring you both back to reality but you only do it because you know he never will. eric still thinks you’re young, you’re sixteen and he can race you home and demand a victory kiss. he still thinks he can sneak you out of your house to the new dessert parlour on fifth. he still thinks he can protect you from the world.

but he can’t because he’s not a superhero, he’s just sohn youngjae, your lover in the night.

“you never want to fight for us,” he yells out and a large part of him hates how bad he wanted someone to see your skin on his in the alley but those secrets are saved, not like the way his heart screams on the streets and everyone can see.

“it’s not about fighting eric, there’s things bigger than us both,” you reason, the cold of the night bites at your exposed skin but at this point you’re completely numb. “please don’t go in there,” you beg.

you can already picture it, you in the middle of a game of tug and war. your parents will scold you, scold him and remind him that hed never be enough for their child and he’d stand there, you’d stand in front of him- a broken shield and carry the burden for you both but you knew you couldn’t carry that burden with you out that door.

“why can’t it be me?” his eyebrows flail and his head shakes, thoughts tossing and turning the way you will tonight in your empty bed.

“eric it is you for me,” you take a step forward and he takes another back. for the first time in his life eric just wants to get as far away from you and your twisted family as possible; far away from the scrutiny, the insecurities and the love that has always been a make-believe lie.

“jae!” you call out, but its no use his body is disappearing into his car and down the moonlit alley. a slam of the door and a slam of your heart against your ribs. “jae, come back baby let’s talk it out!” you run after the diminishing car until you’re completely alone with the darkness wrapping around you.

you walk the block over till you get to your house. it’s only a house. because sohn youngjae will always be your home.

your kdrama moment in the street blew over in two weeks of radio silence, like these arguements usually do. he’s like a broken record trapped in this routine when he turns up at your door when he knows your parents aren’t in, cursing himself for having to detail schedules of when he can come over.

“can we talk?” diffuses into a long hug where “i can’t lose my best friend” fills the warm air. he stays a little longer, holding you as you drift on his arms. the air may be warm but it’s unsettling, wraps around his entire body like a weight above him.

it’s the realisation of what ifs that will always remain what ifs. its the way you’re so close to him but he feels like he’s holding you by a thread and you’re slipping through his fingers.

“hey,” he whispers, throat as tight as your legs tangled together in the crisp white sheets of the hotel room a night of loving behind closed doors again in this destructive cycle- why did it feel like he was the only one breaking?

“yeah,” you look up at him, his phone is dangling in his hands- eyes no longer boring into the white glare of his screen but rather on you. the stars in his eyes are no longer you galaxy but a broken constellation of his ragged thoughts. he doesn’t speak for several moments, lips unable to form the words of his cracked heart, the bruises of purple on the flushing red.

“you were right,” another whisper and it doesn’t take long for you to realise the meaning behind his words. you want to cry again, tears that might make him stay but you’ve both cried enough and you sigh, a sign of giving up and eric doesn’t know whether he’s hurt or glad that you’re not fighting for him anymore.

“we can’t carry on like this can we?” he licks his lips and you sit up in the bed, creating a gap between you both. your hand still reaches out to cup his cheek and he lets it stay there- your love has always been lingering, never truly there.

you shake your head softly and press your foreheads together. “i’m sorry,” your mumble reaches his ears and he closes his eyes to savour his last moments of affection with you.

“i’m not sorry for loving you,” he clears his throat. “i don’t regret it one bit. i’m sorry for not being the man you felt like you could bring home, the one you had to hide from daylight, the one who couldn’t give you what you deserve.” he hesitates for a moment at your pondering silence, glitter dripping from your eyes and you stutter out the tears. he comforts you with the gentlest shush and holds your hands ever so softly.

he presses his lips to your temple- fleeting the kiss is. like this moment may seem but he knows it’ll last forever burning in his mind.

“i love you,” you squeeze your eyelids shut.

“i know you do,” he smiles “and that’s enough for me, love.”

and it’s true, eric sohn may have lost you as his lover, but he could never lose you as his best friend.

a year later . . .

he watches as you walk down the steps of your house- the house that’s always haunted him, never once feeling the ounce of love personally but that had somehow blossomed you into the beautiful flower you are.

he also watches the way choi chanhee walks with his hand tight in yours; a sweet promise of a love in the light. his pink lips press to your knuckles where the sparkling diamond sits and he watches how you giggle with delight, cupid brow stretched into the prettiest smile he’s had the fortune to love and live for.

your eyes falter as they cast over at him and eric smiles, waving you off and telling you to go ahead without him. you bite your lip gently the memories that will forever live through polaroids, hotel rooms on a sunday morning and only the moon who will ever know the truth of your shortlived secret romance.

eric watches as you go hesitantly go ahead, it was bound to happen anyway but when your eyes meet again he kisses his thumb and his index again and crossing it in a soft heart and throws it in your direction gently.

i’ll wait for you, it says. i’ll always wait for you.

minnie’s note ; honestly this is queued and idk when i set the date or time for (?) but take this as a present whilst i disappear for a little while (ive already gone hehehe) but i did try to make the reader as gender neutral and inclusive as possible? (i tried focusing on the emotions rather than the people? if that makes sense)

also !! genre was fluff but idk why this turned out to be kinda sad but if you ask me the start and ending is the fluff okay omg

i honestly am not even happy with this tbh i was running out of time (there was a month left but this month is full of exams so i dont have time to write ??) so i rushed this all out and wrote it in a day which i do personally regret bc i wish i couldve put more effort in to write it better but yeah ig this is it, love it please and love me lots mwah bye bye see u soon !! <33

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prettywordsyouleft · 3 years ago

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Needing Directions

Pairing: Choi Youngjae x female reader

Genre: fluff / idol au

Warnings: terribly cliché fluff – aka none

Prompt: “Don’t go that way.” - #7 for Idea Starters

Word count: 1076

“I need some directions.”

You should have just asked him for an autograph. That would have been quicker than this. What had you been thinking?!

To be fair, you weren’t thinking at all.

“So, there are two alleyways to head down,” he continued, and you were surprised you were able to hear the words coming out of his mouth and that they made sense to you. Well, some of them, because now he was still talking, and you had no idea where he was in the grand scheme of his directions. He paused, frowning for a moment. “Don’t go that way.”

“Huh?”

He smiled softly. “Down to the very end of that street. There’s a shortcut.”

“Next to the bakery,” you confirmed with a sharp nod. “Got it.”

The man frowned. “I didn’t say about the bakery.”

Damn it.

You really should have gone with the autograph now.

But his face had lit up when you hadn’t approached him walking his dog asking about his fame. His dark eyes had turned decadent warm chocolate, and his hand gestures excited.

You had treated him like anyone else on the street when you had asked Choi Youngjae for directions.

And he had appreciated more than you had expected.

Picking up Coco as she started to yap impatiently at his heels, Youngjae cocked his head to the side. “You already know the way there, don’t you?” “Would it annoy you if I did?” you asked tentatively.

Youngjae’s wide smile curved up his mouth, and soon his hearty chuckles let loose. Right in front of you. In person.

You needed to get a grip on yourself before you turned into a squealing fan.

“That was clever.”

“It was the first thing I could think of. Surprisingly more so than ‘can I have your autograph?’. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have fooled you.”

“Just to get me to talk to you more?” he wondered, taking a step forward. You wondered if that was an invitation for you to follow suit.

You hoped to God it was.

Falling into step at his side, you nodded and shrugged at the time same. Youngjae laughed again. “It’s okay. I’m not offended. Curious, though.”

“About?”

“Why, out of all places in this area, you asked where to find the closest dispensary.”

“Oh,” you replied, feeling flushed. “That.”

“You’re not unwell, are you?” Youngjae asked, concern etching his expression.

If you didn’t admire the idol before, you sure did now.

“Actually, I work there.”

“Sly move,” Youngjae announced with another laugh. “Ensuring I know where you work, uhh – sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t tell you it.”

“That was a perfect segue into telling me, though. I mean, you know mine.”

“Doesn’t a lot of people?”

“You’ll be surprised how unnoticed I go on the streets. It’s this one that makes everyone put two and two together,” Youngjae admitted, nodding his head in the direction of the infamous Maltese he held.

Your lips twitched. He was onto something there. You had figured it was the singer by his dog. Especially when he had scolded Coco for walking around the other side of the lamppost and getting the lead tangled when he called her back.

“Y/N. That’s my name.”

“Y/N, the pharmacist,” he said, rolling your name around on his tongue like it was something special.

You bit your lip to suppress the giddy giggle pressing up your throat. “I’m sort of an intern, though.”

“An intern?”

You nodded. “I just started working there two weeks ago. Not long graduated with my degree. You remain an intern for a year before gaining the full pharmacist title.”

“That will explain why I haven’t seen you in there before. This is my neighbourhood, after all.” He then eyed you cautiously. “Wait. You’re not going to—”

“Gosh, no. You know where I work now. That could complicate both of us,” you hastily pointed out, and Youngjae relaxed again. You smiled weakly. “Besides, you won’t see much of me. I’m normally out the back, running about for the senior pharmacist. I only see the front of the dispensary when the owner takes her break at two.”

Youngjae stopped walking, turning to face you. He smiled warmly. “Well, Y/N, the intern pharmacist, it was nice walking with you. Here’s the bakery turn off, so I’m sure you can make the rest of your way to work now, right?”

You nodded. “Thank you for escorting me and not seeing me as completely ridiculous for my weird reaction.”

“Not at all,” Youngjae replied with a wave, softly encouraging Coco off back the way you’d come.

Staring after him for just a moment more, you smiled. You didn’t believe in special encounters, but the one you’d just had with Youngjae had revitalised you. The last few arduous months had come into fruition now.

A full-time job, and Choi Youngjae’s handsome face in the flesh.

You all but skipped into work.

“I’m going on my break now, Y/N. Can you watch the front for me?” the owner Yelena asked, and you stepped out from the back with a nod.

You liked serving the customers. It gave you a chance to practice what you had learned in your degree when you gave out advice on what was best to take for certain ailments. You also got to know some of the regulars, and frankly, anything was better than attempting to chat with the senior pharmacist. He was polite where needed and silent there otherwise. At first, you had thought it was just you, but he was the same with everyone.

The doorbell chimed as the sliding doors opened, and you turned from restacking some stock that Yelena had left for you to do, your mouth falling ajar.

Youngjae grinned, looking curiously at some of the display items as he made his way over. Of course, since this was his neighbourhood, he’d come here for any health need he might have.

He wasn’t here because of you. Right?

“Two-ten,” he said suddenly, looking a little bashful as your expression narrowed with confusion. “I didn’t know if the break was a lunch one or just a quick one, but—”

“You came here to see me?”

“Well, I did come for a reason,” Youngjae mentioned, and you nodded, trying to rein in the fan inside of you. This was your professional environment.

“Oh? What can I help you with today?”

Youngjae smiled coyly. “I need some directions.”

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11:45- Son YoungJae

dom eric! x sub female reader!

boyfriend au!

mentions of: unprotected sex, hickeys, multiple orgasms.

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eric’s hands slide down your skin as you ride him slowly, his eyes trained on your face as it contorts into pleasure.

the sun shining though the windows onto your skin making it glisten doesn’t go unnoticed by him. he whispers small words to himself, beautiful..perfect.

your eyes squeezed shut as eric snaps his hips up, “you look so beautiful taking me like this” he praises with another rough snap of his hips.

your legs tremble as you grab his shoulder for support. you quickly come undone on eric’s cock shaking from the pleasure.

“f-fuck i don’t know if i can do this much more” you say.

“let me do all the work than gorgeous” he responds, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

eric switches you both around, your legs spread open for him to enter you again.

his cock enters you filling you to the brim.

you both share a loud moan as he starts his pace.

the snap of his hips becoming the loudest sound next to your moans.

eric finding more pleasure in both pleasing you and the noises you make while he does.

his high nearing with yours, he reaches his first as he rubs your clit helping you cum with him.

“with me, i know you can do it” he groans.

your finally reach the peak of your bliss as eric shoots his seed inside you. the warm fuzzy feeling overtakes you as eric’s cum settles within your walls and around his cock.

the buzz of your highs wear off as the uncomfortable feeling of stickiness sets in.

he pulls out passing out beside you. eric’s cum leaks out of you onto the sheets that you’d have to wash later.

“we should really start doing shower sex, we’re running out of sheets” you say.

“shower sex sound nice”

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t3kandson · 2 years ago

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Word count; 3,243

Fandom; The Boyz, DKB & A.C.E.

Pairing; Reader X Yang Heechan, Reader X Kim Sunwoo & Reader X Lee Donghun.

Characters; Lee Donghun, Kim Sehyoon, Park Junhee Kim Sunwoo, Lee Sangyeon, Bae Jacob, Kim Younghoon, Lee Hyunjae, Lee Juyeon, Moon Kevin, Choi Chanhee, Ji Changmin, Ju Haknyeon, Hur Hyunjun, Son Youngjae, Yang Heechan & Hwang Junseo.

Mentions of Kim Byeongkwan.

Kang Yuchan & the rest of DKB in later Chapters

Warning; Angst, Jealousy, Oral (Receiving) and Mastabating.

Notes; Chapter 2/10 Earlier Chapters Found here

Written for @lidongsa

Taglist; @ilovechanhee

In the second you was wrapped in Sunwoo’s arms you had thought something was blossoming between you. But the mocks of his hyungs and Eric once walking into that room pushed you further apart then ever.

Haknyeon’s & Hyunjun’s birthday celebrations had him glued to some female company he had brought, making your heart sting. Hyunjae and Kevin full of apologies at your broken face taking the two loved up in your glance. They had thought they was playing Cupid, yet had set you up for nothing but heartache despite how much you tried to hide your distraught.

You had started spending less time with the guys and more so with Donghun, he had been a strong source of comfort. Going out his way to offer your mind on other things. Movies with him and Yuchan was often a fun evening, Cae often joining you, much to Youngjae’s annoyance.

“He’s so jealous,” Cae said tossing her phone into the bag on a coffee date while you was awaiting Donghun’s company. “What of Donghun?” You scoffed sipping your latte. “No it’s because Sehyoon’s coming with him, he’s jealous of him,” she said rolling her eyes. “Well can you blame him you made it so obvious you have the hots for that man,” you sniggered shaking your head. “Shame he’s into Byeongkwan instead,” you teased taking satisfaction of her sulking.

“What you two gassing about?” Donghun said arriving as Cae blushed a slight shade of pink as Sehyoon sat beside her. “The usual,” You said smirking almost threatening to spill the beans on Cae’s earlier sulk. “Her awful taste in men,” Cae responded smirking in your view as you rolled your eyes. “Still hungover that boy,” Sehyoon said as the waiter brought over the drinks. “She’s only ever interested in the boys,” Donghun sniggered earning a swift kick to his ankle. “Just because you guys are a few years older then them don’t make you men,” you smirked taking a swig on the liquid you was now hugging onto. “Why don’t you just find another boy to dig yourself into,” Sehyoon said taking his Americano from the tray. Your eyes widened towards him as he puts his spare hand up in defence. “Ok man then,” he said to Cae’s sniggling. “What you laughing about Youngjae’s merely a pup,” you growled out watching her face blush red. “He’s only a few months younger then yours,” she hit back as you rolled your eyes in her direction. “I’m sure we can find you a friend or two,” Sehyoon said smiling refreshed after his Americano fix. “I have plenty of friends I’ll be ok,” you added as Donghun threw the conversation into a different topic.

You squeezed your phone in your palm, the alert that Sunwoo had messaged you in view as your heart thundered. It had been the first time he had spoke to you since the balcony incident.

Sunwoo @9.43pm; Hi I hope your well, sorry I’ve not been friendly recently, it’s me not you I swear.

Your eyes rolled along the message, was he seriously doing the it’s him not you speech? You bit your lips to hide your tears escaping, as your thought swarm of that night. He did beg you to make him stop, is that because he knew he was nothing but a fuck boy? You had slowly begun to hate him yet he gave you the warnings himself.

Sunwoo @9.59pm; Please don’t over think this like I know you are. I’ve been a dick I shouldn’t have ignored you I’ve been a sucky friend. Anyway it’s my birthday party next weekend it’ll be nice to see you.

You threw the phone to the other sofa, leaving it without a reply as you sat there with your blanket for comfort as you sat wallowing in your self pitty.

“I think your stupid for going,” Donghun said as you puckered your lips in his view. “He’s my friend why wouldn’t I go?” You scoffed in his direction as he sat on your sofa, throwing popcorn in to his mouth from the movie you him and Junhee had been watching. “I think we can both confirm you took that further then friendship, that your no longly friends anymore,” Donghun scoffed as Junhee scolded him.

“Hyung don’t be mean it sounds like that kid was just weak at a time when he thought he was stronger,” Junhee added before taking his soft eyes to yours. “Sometimes friends with benefits isn’t a good thing, sounds like he cares for you as a person and doesn’t want to risk your friendship any more then he already has,” Junhee said standing off the couch. “This is why you hang with the older ones,” Donghun teased as you rolled your eyes. “Are you offering your services Donghun?” You teased as his face scrunched up in disgust. “Yuk I like my woman a little more matured,” he teased as you throw the pillow beside you for him to catch and smirk in your view. “Look ignore sulky here and go have fun, find that friendship back,” Junhee said patting your shoulder. “Right let’s leave the girl to some peace we got things to do,” Junhee said to your friend who rolled his eye standing up. “Don’t be stupid, ok well that’s a dumb statement because we know you are,” he winked brushing a kiss on your cheek as you swatted him on his way out.

You was standing outside Sunwoo’s apartment he shared with Kevin, the balcony in your view when you looked up that had a pang of confusing emotions attack you.

“You just standing here to look pretty?” Cae asked startling you from behind with Youngjae looking you up and down in your comfortable jeans. “Why the,” , “leave her alone Youngjae,” Cae cut him off scoffing in his direction. “Sehyoon said hi by the way,” you hit back letting Youngjae’s eyes roll as he made his way to the apartment entrance. “Really?” Cae scoffed arms folded in your direction. “What I was just saying he missed your coffee dates,” you said innocently earning a growl to emit from the younger’s throat.

When you entered the apartment Kevin swung his arms around you tightly. “You came i didn’t think you would,” he whispered, as his thumb rolled on your shoulder in a friendly strength of support. “We’re friends after all right?” You smiled in his direction. “Suchan,” you heard Chanhee squeal in excitement at your presence. “Hi Chanhee,” you smiled as he also pressed a supporting hug around you as your eyes took to the balcony that this time wasn’t hidden by the curtains. “Hi little Lee,” Hyunjae said smiling passing you a shot of suspicious liquid. “It feels like you’ve been avoiding us these days, we’ve missed your company,” he said hugging you as the other two had.

“Well I’m here now so let’s get these shots down,” you chuckled throwing yours to the back of your throat letting it burn. “You came,” you heard from that deep voice that always made you shiver from the sound, as your face turned to face Sunwoo pleased to see you. “Why wouldn’t I? were friends are we not?” You said your eyes searching for clues in his. His smile slightly thin as he breathed in deeply. “Always,” he said as a pair of hands wrapped around his shoulder pulling him closer into them.

Your eyes found the slightly smaller male next to him, his beautiful eyes memorising you. “Is this the girl?” He said watching Sunwoo blush, “No this is just a friend,” he said rolling his eyes refusing to glance back at you as your heart fell. “I’m Lee Suchan,” you smiled holding your hand to him to avoid the painful attack to your guts when it took Sunwoo in. “I’m Heechan, Yang Heechan,” he smiled brushing a kiss to your hand that saw Sunwoo’s eyes widen in the corner of yours. “So how do you know our crazy kid?” He asked tilting his head at you. “Befriend one of these lot and your stuck in there crazy gang,” you chuckle. “Sunwoo’s fault I take it?” He chuckled as Sunwoo rolled his eyes. “Youngjae, he dates my friend Cae,” you explained brushing your eyes in there view as Youngjae was swamped by his tall friend, his hands wrapped around his girlfriends waist.

“Oh,” he smiles as Sunwoo looks between you to face the girl that just walked through the door to greet him. Your eyes flashing to Heechan before you could witness the clear intimate moment between them both. “So how do you know Sunwoo?” You ask. “School, he’s the year below me,” he smiles looking his friends way as you nod refusing to follow his eye line. “Plus my friend Junseo use to be in the same class then Youngjae,” he add smiling as he wraps his arm around your shoulder as he walked you towards said friend.

“See you met Our Suchan,” Youngjae says clasping his hands with Heechan in some sort of man club. “Yes Sunwoo introduced us,” you smiled in Youngjae��s direction to reassure his concerned expression upon his face. “She’s actually lying I forced the introduction, can’t let Sunwoo have all the fun with the ladies now can we, birthday or not,” he said winking your way. “You know your no different,” Junseo snorted taking the shot in his grasp as Heechan rolled his eyes. “No Sunwoo’s a love them and leave them type, I’m a love them and play for a while kind,” he said placing the loose strand behind your ear, making your heart pound that you was sure was also heating your face.

“Right we need more drinks and more music, this is suppose to be a party,” Heechan added ending the conversation. “I am so on it,” Youngjae said walking towards the stereo. “Sunwoo or Kevin’s going to kill you,” you said Heechan’s way. “Sunwoo wouldn’t dare, I’m fiery when I can be,” Heechan said wiggling his eyebrows earning your chuckle.

The music blared through the apartment that you could feel it through your soul. Heechan pulled you to the make shift dance floor that Youngjae had helped create by shooing Younghoon and Hyunjun out the way. Your eyes washed over Sunwoo who seemed to drunkly tug his companion into his bedroom. Your heart searing from the pain at the view, your own moment replaced.

“You ok Sweetie?” Heechan asked stroking a finger under your chin to face him. You nodded plastering a fake smile as you let his hands slip round your waist to pull you in closer. “You ok me doing this right?” He asks softly as he brushed a thumb along your cheek bone earning a silent nod. His smile becomes mischievous as he grinds his pelvis against you earning a slight moan to escape. The glint in his eyes tells you he caught the sound as he twirls you so your back is against his chest, his hands gripping on to your thighs as he pushes himself against your ass. “Your peaches are good for bumping and grinding Against,” he whispered into your ear that earns goosebump’s floating your skin. You remove his hand as you twist to face him noticing the sweat from the heat of the room roll down his neck. You place your palms hands down on his chest as you drop yourself to the floor. Hands sliding down his stomach towards his thighs as you slide your self back up, winking in his direction as you twirl from the dance floor making your way to the bathroom.

It doesn’t take long just like you expected for him to follow you, he growls as you hoister yourself on the sink display. “You trying to kill me here?” He says with his humour but also lust tethering in his eyes. “If Sunwoo knew I wanted his friend he wouldn’t be best pleased,” Heechan says more for his own reasoning then yours. “Then he doesn’t need to know,” you pout biting your lip seductively that he pounces on you.

His tongue is roughly invading you as it clashes alongside teeth against you desperate and needy. Hands cupping your ass, he brings your pelvis into his rolled one against you. His hands take to the buttons of your jeans, as you lift your ass to help him remove them and your pants from you. “I’m so hungry,” he says licking his tongue along your lower lip.

He drops to the floor his hands resting on your thighs opening to his mouth watering desperate lips. Pressing soft kisses upon your thighs, he flatters his tongue to lick up against your clit, sucking it intensely that has you moan instantly.

He does this several more times before his fingers intrudes, rubbing alongside the inner walls as you squeeze around him. “You taste so nice,” Heechan coo’s before his tongue swirls around your sensitive bud. His fingers reach a reasonable pace that is burning your core deliciously. Tongue working against your sensitive bud between flicks, flattened strokes and deep suctions that he has you whimpering.

His lips release the second the bathroom door knocks as Changmin starts making threats to kick down to relieve his own needs. With a suck of his fingers covered in your slick he stands up holding your pants to pass to you.

“We should finish this later,” he winks snapping your mobile on the side in his hand as he dials to let his own phone ring. Smiling he hangs the call up and passes it to you once your dressed. Pressing his lips to yours he slide’s his tongue back in before releasing you, leaving you panting and yet also needy.

He turns on his heel towards the door opening to Changmin’s confused face seeing you both emerge together. “She needed to talk,” Heechan said rolling his eyes as you rubbed them, more from sweat then actual tears. “You ok?” Changmin asked pressing his hand on your shoulder. “Just well … yeah I’m fine,” you said smiling his way softly. “Good because I need the room, I’m too old for the wetting pants lark,” he said pushing you both out the bathroom.

You continued to the party, Sunwoo emerging not long after seeing his companion out as he slurred his speech hugging on to Heechan. Your frustration oddly worked up between Heechan’s often glances and the voice of Sunwoo’s that would often make its way towards you.

Heechan encouraged Sunwoo to go to the balcony to get some air, his eyes washing over yours as a slight smirk on his face came across momentarily. Your face a blushed shade of red as you downed a shot Haknyeon passed you.

“You ok?” Jacob asked beside you, “yeah I think,” you scoffed, your words suddenly sounding slurred. “Heechan isn’t the answer to your Sunwoo problems you know,” he added as you blinked in his view. “Your just end up even more confused,” he said smiling before making his way to Sangyeon.

Your eyes brushed upon Sunwoo who was vomiting on the balcony, Heechan trying to position him to minimise the coverage patting his back as he let his alcohol re-emerge. Jacob was right getting caught up between those two friends wasn’t the answer to the hole Sunwoo had left within you.

You slide from the party making your way down the street to the convenience store, your fingers dialling Donghun’s number.

“What’s up?” he says cooing down the phone. “It better be good me and Byeongkwan’s watching a really good part,”, “can you come collect me,” you cut him off tears escaping your eyes. “Ping me your address I’m on my way,” he says sharply hanging up instantly after hearing the Rustle of the car keys through the phone.

The warmth and famility of his car was like your comfort blanket as you slid in. His comfort smile in your way as you held your tears into the silence that he was ready to give you to let you get space. When he pulled up towards your apartment he turned to you, concern written on his face. “Do you want to talk?” He asked softly as you shook your head letting a tear escape. “Do you want me to come up?“ he asked as you nod. He turned the engine off getting out to open your car door offering you his hand.

Taking the keys from your palm he opens the apartment. “You hungry?” He asks as you sniffle a shake of your head. “Well you need something to soak the alcohol up so I’ll make you something regardless, go wash up,” he smiles as he goes to your kitchen cupboards.

One view of yourself has the tears pour from you as you buckle to the floor. The alcohol messing your thoughts up, the hurt from Sunwoo and the confusion from Heechan crashing through you. Your emotional outburst slowed when your phone beeped.

New sexy friend @10.34pm; How come you escaped the party without saying goodbye? And with another man I’m hurt 😞. Only joking I hope your safe, though was lovely to meet you.

You rubbed your eyes softly laughing at how he had entered himself in your phone.

You @10.39pm; Sorry can’t handle too much vomit 🤣 that’s just my friend.

You stood to face the mirror, your eyes red and puffy as you found your night clothes to another message.

New sexy friend @10.45pm; A friend who lets you eat them out like a juicy …… well you know what I mean😉?

Your hands pressed along your lips lightly chuckling to his words.

You @10.49pm; Only you like watermelons 🍉 😉.

New Sexy Friend @10.52pm; Next time we’re experiment on the eggplants 🍆 😉🤣. You have to be careful not to choke tho 😉.

Heechan was rather a kinky dirty soul and there was a part of you that was enjoying it.

You @10.55pm; next time?

You bit on your lip at your expression in the mirror, your cheeks a shade of pink.

New Sexy Friend @10.59pm; Like I said I stay to play every time 😉. You need sleep, we’re play soon I promise. Night sweetheart xx.

His words reached your core, your nub reminding you of the needy throb he left you with. Your hands finding there way to finish what he couldn’t.

You let your pj bottoms slip to the floor as your fingers found your folds, brushing against your nub as you closed your eyes to the feeling. Your mind remembering how his fingers felt curving against your sweet spot, the way his bangs stuck to his forehead as he let his mouth attack you.

Your fingers swirls against your sensitive bud as Sunwoo comes to your mind. The way his fingers slammed into your body. His words, the way his whisper against your neck melted you. You felt your orgasm close in as you remembered how his member felt in you. The way that it felt for him filling you with his essence.

Your fingers attacking as your high tethered, you could hear the faint voice calling your name as it undid the knot holding you back. It pushed you into your orgasm, your body convulsing as your nub becomes extra sensitive from your comedown. Your name getting louder as you pant through your afterglow as you realised the voice that pushed you over the edge was your friend Donghun, Guilt attacking your already confused mind.

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tuanstars · 4 years ago

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ok but,, youngjae wearing an oversided pink hoodie and just being given a blowjob/handjob and being whiny 🥺🥺

not ready - choi youngjae

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⤷pairing - youngjae x reader

⤷genre - smut

⤷summary - youngjae isn’t ready to go there with you, but does want to do other things. (i suck ass at summaries.)

⤷warnings - sub!youngjae, dom!reader, handjobs, this is a really fluffy smut

⤷notes - youngjae is really fucking up my bias list

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youngjae’s back is against the plush cushions of the couch as you kiss him, his hands gripping your arms and waist while you’re kissing him so deeply that it has him whimpering.

you use one your hands to creep under your oversized sweater that he stole borrowed, and replace a hand on his hip. your hand moves up a bit farther, a small “wait” emits from him, and he jerks a bit and pulls away from the kiss.

“sorry, sorry.” he apologizes with a small smile. “it’s okay, baby. are you okay?” you ask, wondering why he yanked away from you so fast. “i just- i’m not-“ he struggles to find the right words, but you were listening patiently and didn’t mind his stuttering. “i’m not ready for that yet.” he mumbles, sweaterpaw coming up to hide his face in embarrassment. “hey, it’s okay. i’ll wait however long you want, baby.”you told him with a small smile and kiss his forehead.

he smiles and laughs a bit at the small gesture. you reach over him and grab the remote and turn on the tv, changing it to one of his favorite shows. you open your arms, and he’s immediately leaning into you with his head tucked into your neck.

he hoped you didn’t notice how much he kept crossing his legs over one another trying desperately for his erection to go down, yet you did notice. “youngjae, are you okay?” you ask him, and he stops crossing his legs and looks at you with red ears and a shy smile on his face.

“i-it’s nothing.” he says, brushing it off. “youngjae.” the authority in your voice made him whimper. “i’m not ready to go there yet, but i need help...” he lets his sentence trail off and hopes you understand what he means and what he needs.

tugging the hoodie up, you can see what affect you’ve had on him, and he whines when you wait too long without doing anything. he’s about to whine and ask you to do something, but his words are caught in his throat when your fingertips brush over the tent in his pants. he leaned into you and whined even more as you kept teasing him.

his breath hitched when he both heard and felt you unzip his pants. “hey, are you sure you still wanna do this? it’s okay if you don’t.” you mumble, placing a kiss on his forehead. “no, i want you to help me.” he says with finality. “okay, let me know whenever you want me to stop.” you tell him, and proceed to tug his jeans down a bit.

he’s a very sensitive and responsive person because his hips were already moving in sync with your hand as you palmed him. his arm was clutching at you hip and he was mewling into your neck, doing his best not to be too loud.

he’s gasping when you’re finally pulling his cock out of his briefs, eyes closing as his first real moan falls from his lips. your hand moves slow at first, making sure he can fully feel your hand around his cock, lightly squeezing it as your hand moves up and down to draw those beautiful and whiny moans from him.

he’s choking on his own sounds when you suddenly speed up your hand. “o-oh my god, y/n!” he moans out, gripping your wrist with your hand. “you sound so pretty, jae.” you praise him, watching as his cheeks heat up, even in this state, he’s still blushing at your kind words.

at this point, he’s bucking into your fist furiously. “you gotta stop bucking your hips, jae.” you tell him, using your other hand to press his hips into the cushions. he stops, yet they still occasionally jerk. “sorry, s-sorry, it’s just feels so — mmh — good.” hits does his best to string together a sentence without it being interrupted by moans.

“i-i’m getting close i think...” he mumbles, legs twitching and trying to close as he experiences a high for the first time. “you can cum, it’s okay, jae.” he does as he’s told, twitching as he cums into your hand and making a mess of the sweatshirt, moaning and whiny as you get him through his first ever orgasm.

“thank you.” he says, still breathing heavy and going through the aftershocks of his orgasm. you grab a glass of water from a dresser beside the couch and help him drink it, him taking small sips as he still tries to regulate his breathing. “i messed up your hoodie...” he mutters and pouts adorably lays the sight of the messed up hoodie.

“it’s okay, i’ll give you another.” you give him a smile as you clean him, and your hand up, and help him fix his clothes. you get up for a moment and he sees you disappear from to your room, and you come out moments later with another hoodie. he smiled as you replace it and throw the other one to the side to be washed later.

you lean against the arm rest, and he leans against your chest as you cuddle him and kiss him, gushing about how much you love and care for him, leaving him with red cheeks as he continues to watch tv.

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tbzxnight · 3 years ago

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feel it, don't see it, part 2 (ish)

warning: nsfw, contains smut, oral sex, hand job, sensory deprivation (blindfolded), tied up, riding, Eric tries out being a sub for the first time.

a/n: I say part 2 (ish) bc this is related to this post I wrote but it's if the roles were reversed and Eric is the one blindfolded & tied up.

You have to admit, you're liking the view from where you're seated. Your boyfriend is standing in front of you, dressed to the nines in a full suit and tie, with the very welcome addition of a black lace blindfold covering his eyes. "You know what to do, baby," you tell him, cocking your head to the side. Eric sighs warily, having initially refused trying out the idea of being submissive. However, the growing bulge in his tight dress pants tells you otherwise. He takes his hands out of his pockets and kneels down in front of you, balanced on his knees and the tips of his shoes, knees spread apart, hands behind his back almost like they're tied.

He puts his chin up so he's facing you and bites his bottom lip nervously. "That's my good boy," you coo, smirking when you see pink creep up his chest and neck at your words. Taking one of your heels off, you bring your foot to his clothed dick and start rubbing it up and down his length. He lets out a low moan, his head tilting back as his hips buck up to gain more friction where he needs it. "Aw, my baby's so cute when he's impatient," you say. You hear him curse under his breath as he brings his hand to the front, about to grab onto your leg, when you smack his hand and press down hard on his erection.

"That was not part of our agreement," you warn him, "don't make me have to tie your hands together." He whines lowly but returns his hand to join the other behind his back. "Now, come closer," you nudge his thigh with your foot. He inches forward on his knees until he's right in front of you while you hike your skirt up and remove your panties, spreading your legs. You can tell he's getting slightly impatient by the way he taps his shoe. "Some time today would be nic-" His complaints turn into a sudden groan as you rake your fingers into his hair and pull him in close, causing an unprepared kiss between his lips and your damp pussy.

He quickly becomes accustomed, having tasted you many times before, a deep moan following his tongue into your wetness. You bite down a moan, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as your hips roll against Eric's mouth. He licks slowly, at first, with minimal pressure from your clit to the bottom of you folds. He drags his tongue up and down again, almost tantalizingly, before switching it up in an instant, suddenly taking a deep breath and sticking his tongue deep inside you, vigorously tongue fucking you. Your attempt at maintaining your resolve slowly wanes as he eats you out like a man starved.

"Oh, yes. Oh god, yes - keep doing that," you moan out unabashedly, tugging his hair so he's nearly suffocated between your thighs. Your ears suddenly perk at the sound of a zipper and you look down to see him gripping his rigid cock, stroking it to get some relief. Pushing his head away from you, you get up and untie his tie that he's wearing. "What did I say about your hands? " you tsk at him as you turn him around and grab his wrists together, swiftly tying and securing them on the leg of the chair you had been sitting in. "I warned you, baby boy," you breathe into his ear, watching him visibly shiver when you move down to remove his pants and briefs in one go.

Eric's cock stands thick and hard between his legs, his cheeks flushed pink with both arousal and embarrassment as you take a feather and just barely graze his tip with it. He gasps, his hips bucking up blindly to meet your teasing touches. When you use the feather again to trace lightly over his balls, the desperate low mewl he lets out goes straight to your core. "Please, no more teasing," he groans, voice strained. "Hmm, we'll see," you tease him anyways, running the feather up his shaft now until you reach the tip and you circle it around his head. He throws his head back, panting as he murmurs about how you play too much.

Almost feeling bad for him, you finally wrap your hand around his pulsing erection, gripping it tightly. Eric's jaw falls slack, his whole body tensing as he fucks up into your fist instinctively. "Relax, baby," you soothe as your hand glides smoothly up and down his cock. When you rub your thumb roughly over his tip, Eric's hands tug desperately against his restraint, moans slipping out through his gritted teeth, already having been worked up from before. Feeling his cock begin to throb hard against your palm, you lower your mouth to suckle gently at his balls, your tongue caressing the delicate skin beneath his shaft.

Unintentionally, Eric thrusts his hips forward with a desperate moan at the feeling of you trailing kisses on the most sensitive part of his body. A few seconds later, his entire body stills and he cums hard onto his stomach and all over you hand. You pull back, squeezing your thighs together at how good he looks all disheveled as he twitches and groans on the floor. "Ugh you're gonna be the death of me," he says, still struggling to breathe normally. "Oh, love, you haven't seen anything yet," you smirk as you grasp his cock again despite the hiss of oversensitivity he makes.

You start jerking him off slowly, eventually coaxing him back up into full stiffness. "Fuck, please babe, I can't come again so soon," he stresses, shaking his head. As you slide your fist back up and down his length, you lean closer to his face and kiss him on the lips a few times. When you pull away, his parted lips pout out, blindly reaching for yours again. You couldn't help but smile at his persistence while he's still shuddering at your grip on him. Rising up and straddling his lap, you grind your pussy lips over his cock, hands on his shoulders for support as his mouth hangs agape. Eric shivers when you reach in between you two to guide his cock to your entrance and sink down to take him in you slowly.

You both let out a sigh of relief when he bottoms out inside you, every muscle in his body locked up and slightly vibrating. Leaning forward again to press his swollen lips against yours, you gently lift your hips before rolling them back down again. He kisses you back intensely, somehow gaining control over the kiss despite being both tied and blindfolded. You moan into his mouth as you begin to bounce in his lap, pleasure taking over and leaving your mind in a haze. Your hand grips the back of Eric's hair, pulling him closer to you, breaking the kiss and leaning your forehead to his.

As you feel yourself getting closer to your climax, you use your free hand to reach down and rub circles over your aching clit. Needing more, you guide his head down to your breasts and line his parted lips up with your nipple before giving him a little tug to take it in his mouth. Understanding immediately, he starts licking your hardened nipple, letting out a barely audible "god I fucking love you." You gasp as he sucks on and nips at your breast before moving onto the other in pure rapture, almost driving you off the edge. "Gonna come for me again? " You encourage him, your hips meeting one another's in the middle, "Fill me up real good."

Eric grunts, the sound muffled against your breasts as he fucks up into you. You grip his hair harder, fisting it tight at the roots until he's whining softly, his cock throbbing within your walls. "Do it, let go for me again, Eric," you pant heavily as he rocks you up and down on him. The sounds he makes in response to you combined with the suckling on your chest and the thrusting into you throws you over the edge in complete euphoria, your fingers sliding back and forth over your clit as Eric's cock eases you through your orgasm.

His own climax follows immediately after, his face buried in your cleavage as he hunches forward and releases inside you with a groan of your name. The room is filled solely with sounds of heavy breathing; your hearts thrumming against one another's as you lean into your chest into his. Eric nuzzles into your neck while you both come down from your highs. You hook your arms around his neck and press a kiss on his nose as you pull off his blindfold and untie him. "Not bad for your first time," you tell him softly. "Actually, maybe we should do this more often," he says, laughing as he surprises himself, pulling you in close by the legs to hug you tightly.

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capaimagines · 3 years ago

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son youngjae - broken secrets

Pairing: Eric x Reader | Genre: angst | Warnings: mentions of an abusive relationship, swearing | WC: 2.1k

Request: Can I please request for an angsty fic with Eric? Maybe where you are getting hurt from some guys in college and Eric notices a bruise on your tummy??

When you had started your first year of college, you definitely didn't expect that your new roommate would be male. In fact, it was very clear in the rules of the college that boys and girls could not mingle within the dorms. Girls had their own building and guys had another just across the small sidewalk that ran down the middle of the two buildings.

When you walked into your new dorm though, you were quite surprised to find your new roommate already there and set up. You were more surprised to see that they were most definitely not female. His blond hair was flipped every which way from moving things in, his face was a little flushed because it was a warm spring day outside and with all the in and out of new students, the air conditioning was still trying to catch up to cool the building down.

Dressed in a plain white t-shirt and black jeans, he looked at you with his brown orbs in shock, “I don’t think you’re in the right place,” You both had said at the same time. Which caused you two to laugh for a few minutes before you introduced yourself.

“I’m Y/N, and I’m definitely in the right place. See?” You held out your welcome sheet to him and indeed, this was the dorm number stamped in bold at the top corner of the paper. He quickly showed you his and his was also stamped in bold ink the same number as yours.

“I don’t really mind if you don’t,” Eric said sheepishly, averting his gaze to the floor. Honestly, you didn’t mind. You grew up with three older brothers so, living with a boy wasn’t anything unordinary to you. It was unordinary that he wasn’t family or anything. But still, you didn’t mind. Besides, a bonus was that he was extremely cute too! At least you’d have some eye candy when you’d come home after long days of classes.

So, you two opted to just live in harmony with one another. It worked well. You quickly realized that Eric was a ball of energy, but he knew when to be serious and when to tone it down. He never brought someone back to the dorm without making sure you were okay with it first, even though you had told him numerous times that that wasn’t something he needed to ask permission for considering it was also his place.

The two of you would take turns ordering takeout for late night dinners or even cooking the under claimed college meal of cup ramen when money was low. Sometimes you two would grab a bite at the cafeteria if you both were back early enough. He was the perfect roommate and you two grew close quickly.

He was your confidant. You could say that he was your best friend. He was always there when you’d break down into tears after staying up too late to study or coming back with a low mark on a paper. He’d help you out with homework or making flashcards. He always made sure to take you out every now and then so you weren’t cooped up all day in the small space.

Eric was equally as surprised when he found out that the cute girl with wavy hair and large doe-like eyes was going to be his roommate. He quickly caught onto your little quirks, like how you would twirl your hair in between your forefinger and thumb when you were nervous or focused. How your lips would turn into a small pout when you were thinking hard or upset. He noticed nothing in your wardrobe was ever what he would consider comfy clothes. You liked wearing sundresses and flowy skirts. Always pairing them with some sparkly sandals or white gym shoes.

Though you would tell him constantly he didn’t need permission to have friends over, you always asked him the same. You’d help with studying and listen when he would blabber on about nothing or anything. You gave him advice and you were truly one of the sweetest people he had ever met in his short life.

That being said, it didn’t take long for Eric to start crushing on you, because in fact, who wouldn't. He never mentioned anything to you though and always did his best to hide it. He knew you had a long-term boyfriend that went to the same school. He may like you and he may be jealous, but he was no homewrecker and he had boundaries.

Those were the only conversations Eric didn’t like hearing about. He didn’t like hearing you gush about how sweet your boyfriend was or come home with a random bouquet of flowers with hearts in your eyes. He didn’t like when you would ask if your boyfriend could come to the dorm, but who was he to say no? You were his best friend and whatever made you happy, even if it hurt him deep inside, made him happy.

It was clear you were smitten and Eric was content with only ever being great friends with you. As much as he would want more, he wouldn’t ruin your relationship like that, as well as doing anything to jeopardize your friendship. So, he kept his feelings locked away where only he could know about them.

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It was towards the middle of the semester and you had switched out wearing sundresses and skirts for patterned leggings and cute sweaters, topped off with your tan boots. You also had a pair of black combat boots that Eric had convinced you to buy one day when you two were out shopping. It wasn’t your usual style, but they fit well and they were on sale. You had grown to actually love wearing them, especially when it was a chillier out.

Though Eric had noticed that you had become quieter lately. You would still talk to him and greet him, but it was as if there was an invisible wall between you two that was never there before. He could tell that you were guarded more around him and he had to admit, that hurt a little.

Your eyes had lost a little of their glow and were dimmer. Your skin was paler and Eric could tell you hadn’t been sleeping well. Not just the fact that he could hear you tossing and turning into the late hours of the night—your bed was only a few feet across from his in the small space—but also with how you would nap more and there’d still be bags under your eyes.

He also noticed you hadn’t been talking much about your boyfriend. Usually everyday you had a new story to gush over about him and Eric hadn’t heard you speak his name in about a month. He wasn’t sure if you two were still together or not, but internally he was jumping for joy at the thought. He always got bad vibes from the guy, as soon as he heard about him, as well as met him, there were instant red flags.

Though, he would wait for you to tell him yourself and not jump to conclusions. His heart was breaking seeing you become a shell of the Y/N he knew. You were always so bubbly and bright and would talk about any random things and now, it was as if you were afraid to speak.

One morning, Eric had his eyes still closed but he could hear you rustling around the room. Despite it being a small space, there was still a half kitchen in there. A sink and a microwave, as well as a small stove that only had one burner. You two had put your money together to get a coffee maker considering no one wanted to wait around and stir coffee when time was thin.

He could hear you quietly opening one of the three cabinets and then heard you huff. He couldn’t help but smile at your pout, you were quite shorter and he knew you were having trouble reaching the coffee that he had expertly placed on the very top shelf. Sitting up, he saw you getting ready to climb on the countertop to grab the caffeine.

“Need help?” He said tiredly and you yelped, turning around with your hand over your heart.

“Christ, Son Youngjae! You scared the crap out of me!” He chuckled at you and slipped out from under the covers. It was a little warm in the dorm today and that was reflected by you being dressed in an oversized t-shirt and some cropped leggings.

“My bad,” He said with a smile as he walked behind you and reached up to grab your addiction. Smiling in thanks, you reached up to close the cabinet, your shirt riding up a little. You hadn’t even thought twice about it. You thought your shirt was long enough.

But when Eric had grabbed your wrist and twirled you to face him, you knew he’d seen what you were trying to hide. The anger laced in his brows and his eyes, as well as the frown on his face gave it all away. Also the fact that he was glaring directly at your left rib cage where you knew there was quite a large bruise, said it all.

“What the fuck is that?” He spat, eyes fluttering up to yours. He could see the panic and terror in your eyes and he could also see you trying to come up with an excuse. There was no excuse you could use. He didn’t know how he knew, but he just knew. You couldn't lie to your best friend.

It was far too big of bruise to be just bumping into something. As far as he knew, you weren’t one for sports so, you couldn’t use that excuse. You were silent, but he felt your hand on his forearm tighten a little and he could tell you were trembling slightly.

“W-what are you talking about?” You choked out, trying to sound as stable as possible. You turned around to make the coffee, really hoping he would drop this and just go along with you.

“Don’t give me that shit, L/N Y/N,” He said sternly, grabbing the tub of ground out of your hands and glaring at you.

You sighed, averting your teary eyes to your feet. What were you supposed to tell him? He knew you were trying to ignore it. He knew if you lied about it. What were you going to say? Don’t worry about it, my boyfriend just got pissed at me for texting you the other day and decided I deserved a good kick to the ribs to teach me a lesson?

“I don’t want to talk about it,” You said weakly, gently grabbing the tub of coffee out of his hand and turning around to finish making yourself a drink as well as one for Eric.

He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. This wasn’t what he was expecting to find this morning and definitely not what he was expecting to happen to someone he cares about, “Y/N, this isn't how this works,” He pleaded, and you sighed, turning to face him. Now you looked annoyed.

"What do you want me to say, Eric? You clearly already know what happened, so I don’t know what the fuck more I’m supposed to say.”

Angry and scared tears were rolling down your cheeks. Eric pulled you into his chest almost immediately, being mindful to be gentle and that he shouldn’t squeeze you this time like he usually does.

Your arms came around his waist and you buried your face in his shoulder, crying silently. But he knew you were crying by the way your hands twisted his nightshirt and the way your body trembled in his embrace. He stroked the back of your head, hushing you gently.

“I’m here. It’s alright. It’s not your fault. We’ll figure this out, together. I promise.”

He did promise, Eric was never one to break promises, and he wasn't about to start now. He cared about you and he’d be damned if he was going to let anyone he cared about get hurt. Especially not by some sleazebag coward who thought hitting women was okay.

Eric hadn’t fought with anyone in a very, very long time. But he was going to do it for you.

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