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awkwardcarrotatyourservice-blog · 5 months ago

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hold on | kim mingyu

You walk into his apartment, the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something unfamiliar hits your senses. Immediately, your eyes are drawn to a pair of shoes by the door—shoes that don’t belong to you. You sigh, unfazed, as you make your way to his bedroom, your steps steady and calm. This routine has become so predictable it barely stirs any emotion in you anymore.

Pushing open the door, you’re met with the sight of a girl riding your boyfriend. She’s the one doing all the work, moving her hips energetically while Mingyu lies back, almost indifferent, his eyes half-lidded. The girl’s moans fill the room, "Ah, yes, just like that…"

Mingyu notices you first. He looks at you and smiles lazily, touching his lips with a finger, signaling you to give him a kiss. You roll your eyes, leaning against the doorframe with a resigned expression.

The girl stops moving her hips suddenly, her head snapping in your direction. Her eyes flash with confusion and frustration. "Who the fuck are you?!" she demands, her voice edged with irritation as if she has the right to question you.

Mingyu sighs, lifting the girl off him with a cold, detached demeanor. "Leave," he commands simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"What the hell?!" she exclaims, flabbergasted, scrambling to pick up her clothes from the floor. "Are you fucking serious?!"

"Just get out," he repeats, his voice ice-cold, not even sparing her a glance as he looks back at you.

Huffing, she hurriedly dresses and storms out of the room, shooting you one last confused glare and giving Mingyu a middle finger.

You walk over to the bed, sitting down next to him. He pulls you close, his lips finding your neck. "I’ve missed you," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a mix of lewd and sweet. "No one compares to you, baby. You know that, right?"

You let out a soft sigh, his familiar touch igniting a flicker of the old warmth within you. But the routine is all too familiar, the cycle never-ending.

Mingyu's lips trail down your neck, sucking and nibbling until a deep, dark hickey forms, his tongue soothing the heated skin. Your grip tightens on the bedsheets, knuckles white as he moves his mouth up to your jaw, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses. He takes his time, savoring every inch, before finally brushing his lips against the side of your mouth, his breath warm and tantalizing.

When his lips finally meet yours, it's a familiar sensation, one that still sends a shiver down your spine despite everything. He grabs your waist with a firm yet gentle hold, guiding you to straddle him. The position causes your pencil skirt to slide up, and you feel his hardness press against you, barely separated by the thin fabric of your underwear.

He glances down, his eyes darkening with desire as he gets a glimpse of your underwear peeking out from under the skirt. Just before he captures your lips again, he pauses, his voice low and husky. "She didn't kiss me," he murmurs, his eyes locking onto yours. "I saved that for you."

With that, he closes the distance, his lips capturing yours in a deep, possessive kiss. His hands move from your waist to your hips, pulling you closer, as if to erase any remaining distance between you. The kiss is filled with a mix of lewdness and sweetness, his tongue exploring your mouth with a familiar hunger.

Mingyu's kisses grow deeper and rougher, his hands skillfully removing your blazer and starting to unbutton your blouse while his lips stay locked with yours. You let him take control, knowing he likes it that way. His voice, low and seductive, breaks the kiss for a moment. "You know I never want you to get tired, baby. That's why I always take care of you. Not like those other whores."

You kiss him back the way he wants, mirroring his intensity, your breath hitching as he pulls your blouse off, exposing your skin to the cool air. You help him undress you, unhooking your bra and slipping out of your skirt. As the last piece of clothing hits the floor, Mingyu pins you down, towering over you on the bed.

His mouth returns to yours, his tongue delving deep as his hands find your breasts, caressing and kneading. His touch sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can't help but moan softly into his mouth. When he finally breaks the kiss, he trails his lips down your neck, leaving a path of heated kisses and hickeys. He moves to your collarbone, sucking hard to leave a mark, before moving to your chest, where he takes one nipple into his mouth and pinches the other between his fingers.

Your mind, foggy with desire, manages a coherent thought, and you murmur breathlessly, "Gyu, if you're going to fuck someone, give me a heads up so I don't walk in on it."

He pauses, his eyes meeting yours with a smirk. "Why? Are you jealous, baby?" His voice is teasing, almost mocking, as he leaves a bite mark on your breast, the sharp pain mixing with pleasure.

You moan softly, your back arching slightly at the sensation. His response is as detached as ever. "I'll think about it," he says, his tone dismissive as he moves back to your breast, sucking and biting with renewed intensity. "But, you already know how this works right?"

Mingyu's lips continue to go down, placing soft kisses along your abdomen. Each kiss feels like a spark igniting your skin, sending waves of satisfaction through you. He raises one of your legs, placing gentle kisses along your inner thigh, his eyes never leaving yours, a smoldering gaze that makes your breath hitch.

His lips move closer to the most sensitive part of your inner thigh, repeating the same pattern of kisses and bites, leaving marks as if to declare ownership. The sensation is a mix of pain and pleasure, making you shiver. When he seems satisfied with the marks he's left, he shifts his attention to your core.

Mingyu's mouth moves to your pussy, his tongue teasing your folds before delving in with a firm, deliberate motion. He laps at you with a skilled rhythm, his fingers joining in to increase the sensation. His fingers slide inside you, curling just right to hit that sweet spot, while his tongue flicks and sucks on your clit.

You cover your eyes with one arm, trying to ground yourself as the pleasure starts building, your back arching involuntarily. His other hand grips your thigh, holding you in place as he continues. Each movement of his tongue and fingers sends you higher, your moans growing louder and more desperate.

The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and you can't help but let out a soft, breathless cry. "Mingyu…please"

He responds with a low, satisfied hum, the vibrations adding another layer to the sensations. He seems to take pleasure in your reactions, his pace never delays as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.

Your body tenses, and then, with a final shudder, you reach your climax. He doesn't stop, his mouth still working diligently to taste every drop of your release. His tongue laps up your fluids, savoring them with a satisfied hum. He finally pulls back, kneeling and admiring the marks he's left on your body, his fingers trailing over the hickeys and bite marks that left your skin.

As you lie there, your chest heaving and your pussy still glistening with wetness, he licks his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "Look at you," he murmurs, a hint of pride in his voice. "You're so perfect...and just for me"

Brushing his hair back, he positions himself between your legs, his cock fully erect in his hand. He guides it to your entrance, the head pressing against your wet folds. With a careful, slow motion, he begins to push inside, hissing through his teeth at the sensation. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growls, his voice laced with both pleasure and aggression. "No one else feels like this. Only you.."

Despite everything, the fact that he always comes back to you is his twisted way of showing you that you are the one he chooses in the end. Leaning forward, he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as you part your lips willingly. The kiss is intense, a battle of tongues as he claims you, his teeth occasionally nipping at your lower lip.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to thrust, each movement deliberate and deep. The pleasure is overwhelming, mixing with the pain of your nails digging into his flesh. "You're mine," he growls between kisses, his thrusts becoming more forceful and rough. "No one else can have you."

His pace increases, and you can feel every inch of him filling you, hitting all the right spots. His lips move to your neck, sucking and biting as his hips drive into you with a relentless rhythm. The room is filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, your moans and his growls merging into the dim light room.

Mingyu's thrusts grow faster and deeper, you whimper, holding onto him tightly, your nails now digging into his back and leaving scratch marks as you moan his name. "Mingyu, oh God, Mingyu," you cry out, your voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy.

Sensing that you're close to another orgasm, he gets even rougher, his movements more urgent and forceful. "Come for me, baby," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to feel you."

As you approach the edge, your body tenses, your moans becoming more frantic. With one final, powerful thrust, you feel his cock pulse inside you, filling you with his seed just as you release your own fluids. The sensation of his warmth filling you as your walls clench around him sends you both over the edge, your orgasms crashing through you simultaneously.

When he’s sure he’s released all of his fluid inside you, he pulls out and collapses beside you, his breathing heavy. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close, your head resting on his chest. Both of you lie there, trying to catch your breath.

He looks down at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "You know," he says, his voice low and still tinged with that possessive edge, "no matter how many times I cheat, no one will ever be able to replace you. You're the one I always come back to."

His words are twisted, a reminder of the messed-up reality of your relationship. You look up at Mingyu, your expression unfazed, despite everything. "One of these days, you know," you say softly, your voice steady. "I might actually leave you."

He gives you a mocking laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. Pulling your chin up, he forces you to meet his gaze. "Oh, really?" he taunts, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You think I’d let you leave me?"

He presses his lips onto yours, the kiss aggressive and possessive. It’s a clear message: in his mind, you belong to him, and the idea of you leaving is nothing more than a joke. His grip tightens slightly, reinforcing his control over you.

When he finally pulls back, he smirks down at you. "You’re mine," he whispers, his voice low and dangerous. "And no matter what you say, you know it too."

The reality of his words sinks in as you lie there, his kiss still lingering on your lips. The routine, the possessiveness, it's all you’ve known, and though you tell yourself you’ll leave one day, part of you wonders if you ever really will.

You know deep down that breaking up with Mingyu would mean starting all over again, and the thought of that is exhausting. You've given him your 20s, invested so much time and emotion into this relationship. The idea of going back to square one is daunting. You'd rather stay in this toxic cycle than face the uncertainty of the unknown. And Mingyu.. he knows this all too well. He understands that you feel trapped, that you see him as the only option, and it gives him a twisted sense of power over you.

You cup his cheek, leaning in to give him a soft kiss. He kisses you back, not aggressive or possessive this time, but gentle and tender—the kind of kiss you wish he gave more often. He does this occasionally, just enough to remind you why you fell for him in the first place.

You both know each other too well, the patterns and routines that bind you. With one final smack, you try to end the kiss, pulling back slightly. But you can tell he wants more. He kisses your forehead, then reaches for your lips again, capturing them in another soft kiss.

When he's satisfied, he looks into your eyes and says, "I love you." His voice is softer now, almost sincere.

You didn't respond, but you know that despite everything, you do love him. You lie there in his arms, the weight of his words still settling over you. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, a stark contrast to the roughness from earlier. The room is quiet now, just the sound of your combined breathing filling the space.

"I know you think about leaving," he says softly, his tone almost introspective. "But we both know you're not going anywhere." His words, though gentle, carry a hint of certainty that makes your chest tighten.

You look up at him, seeing the smug assurance in his eyes. "Maybe," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "But one day, I might surprise you."

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Sure, baby...sure" he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple. "But until then, you're mine." He kisses you again, this time softer, almost as if he's trying to convince you with tenderness rather than force.

You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the kiss. There's a part of you that still clings to the hope that things might change, that the gentleness he shows in these moments could become the norm rather than the exception. But deep down, you know better.

As he holds you close, his words from earlier echo in your mind. You know he's right. Starting over is terrifying, and the comfort of the familiar, even when it's toxic, is hard to break away from.

You nestle closer to him, finding comfort in the warmth of his body. "I love you," you whisper, as much to convince yourself as to reassure him.

"I love you too," he replies, his voice softer now, less taunting. "I always will." He kisses your forehead once more, and you can feel the weight of his emotions, twisted as they may be.

In the end you know it too well, that staying with him is the only option you have...But who knows maybe one day you might actually end up breaking free or not.

....... ≿━━━━༺MINGYU༻━━━━≾ .......

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awkwardcarrotatyourservice-blog · 5 months ago

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S.Coups thinks that discharge and arousal are the same | MDNI

You were lying on the bed, scrolling through your phone, dressed in nothing but one of Cheol’s oversized shirts and a pair of panties. It was a lazy evening, and you were enjoying the silence until Seungcheol, who had been sitting beside you, casually rested his hand on your thigh. His touch was warm, but you didn’t think much of it—he was always touchy. But then his hand slid higher, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. “Cheol, what are you doing?” you asked, raising an eyebrow but not stopping him. “Just touching,” he replied nonchalantly, his fingers grazing the edge of your panties. You rolled your eyes but didn’t move away. That was your first mistake.

His fingers brushed over the fabric, and he paused. “Babe,” he said, his voice dropping slightly, “you’re wet.” You blinked, confused, and then realized what he meant. “Cheol, that’s normal,” you started to explain, but he cut you off. “Normal? You’re this wet, and you’re calling it normal?” he teased, his fingers pressing more firmly against your clothed core. “Cheol, it’s just discharge—” But he wasn’t listening. Before you could finish, he slipped his fingers past the fabric, sliding them through your folds. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your phone slipping from your hand. “See?” he murmured, a smug grin on his face as he spread the wetness around. “You’re dripping for me.” “Cheol, I’m telling you, it’s not—ah!” Your protest turned into a moan as he pushed a finger inside you, curling it just right. “Not what? Not because of me?” he mocked, adding another finger and pumping them slowly. You glared at him, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “I’m serious, you idiot! It’s not what you think!” “Then why are you clenching around my fingers?” he shot back, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep you in place as he continued to finger you. “Cheol, seriously, I’m not—” you started, but your words were cut off by a sharp moan when he moves his fingers faster. “See? Feels good, doesn’t it?” he said smugly, leaning in to kiss the corner of your mouth. Your legs trembled, your breath coming in ragged gasps as his movements became more relentless, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. “Cheol, I swear—” “You swear what?” he interrupted, his voice low and teasing. “That you’re going to come on my fingers? Go ahead, baby. Show me how ‘normal’ this is.” He added , you can see his dimples as he gives you that smug smile. You could only whine in response, your body giving in to the pleasure he was so expertly providing. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting down hard on your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to suppress the moans threatening to spill out. As you wait for your orgasm.

....... ≿━━━━━༺S.COUPS༻━━━━━≾ .......

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awkwardcarrotatyourservice-blog · 5 months ago

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silver lining | jeon wonwoo

You barge into the living room, your eyes locking onto Wonwoo sitting comfortably on the couch, glasses perched on his nose. Without a word, you plopped down beside him, grinning mischievously.

“Wonwooo, look! Look!” you chirped, sticking out your tongue.

His gaze lazily shifted toward you. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he took in the glint of the tongue piercing. Slowly, he removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You disappeared for two fucking months,” he muttered, his tone laced with annoyance. “And this is what you come back with?”

“Tehee~” you giggled, playing with the piercing by swirling it around your teeth.

Wonwoo’s jaw tightened as he stared at you, clearly unimpressed. He reached out, squishing your cheeks with both hands, forcing your lips into a pout.

“This was the big surprise you wouldn’t shut up about?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave, a mix of irritation and something... else. His thumb brushed against your jawline, and his tone turned low and velvety. “You ghosted me for months. For this? For a fucking metal?”

“Mmmph!” You mumbled through his hold, your cheeks still squished. You managed to get out, “It needed time to heal!” You demonstrated by swirling the piercing again, the faint clicking sound audible.

Wonwoo’s eye twitched. “That’s your excuse?” His annoyance hadn’t faded, and suddenly, he leaned forward. “Let me see how healed it is, then.”

Before you could respond, his lips crashed onto yours, his movements firm and demanding. You gasped, startled, but he took full advantage, slipping his tongue past your lips. The sensation of him toying with the piercing sent jolts through you, leaving you breathless and pliant.

Your arms went slack as he deepened the kiss, his lips tugging slightly at yours before pulling back just enough to speak.

“Still dazed, huh?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lips, now slightly swollen. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he added, “Let’s test this thing out properly. You know what to do.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the sultry suggestion making your already-jelly legs turn to mush.

Wonwoo’s intense gaze stayed locked on yours, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. His hands moved deliberately, trailing down to the buckle of his belt, the soft metallic clink echoing in the otherwise quiet room. You wet your lips waiting for his next move.

“You’ve had your fun showing it off,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “Now, let’s see if it’s as useful as you’ve been bragging.”

Your breath hitched as you watched his fingers expertly undo the buckle, sliding the leather strap free with a deliberate slowness that made your stomach flutter.

“Wonu…” you whispered, your voice barely audible as you felt heat rising to your cheeks.

He chuckled darkly, leaning in so his lips brushed against your ear. “What?” he teased, his breath warm against your skin. “You’re the one who disappeared on me, showing up with that little surprise. Shouldn’t I get to enjoy it properly?”

You swallowed hard, unable to respond, your cheeks burning as you bit your lip.

He leaned back slightly, tilting his head as he took in your expression, clearly enjoying your reaction. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he said, sliding the belt free and tossing it aside. His fingers moved to the button of his jeans, popping it open effortlessly.

Your eyes darted to his hands, then back to his face. His expression was calm, but the smoldering intensity in his eyes told you he was anything but...

“Unless you’re going to keep me waiting again,” he said, raising an eyebrow. The playful taunt in his tone sent shivers down your spine. “And we both know you’re not very good at that.”

His words snapped you out of your daze, and you bit your lip, you settle yourself in between his legs. You felt your throat go dry as Wonwoo’s already hard length sprang free, standing tall and proud before you. Your gaze flickered up to his face, his hooded eyes burning with anticipation and the faintest smirk curling on his lips.

“Go on,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine. “Show me what you’ve been hiding this whole time.”

You licked your lips, your tongue flicking out just enough for the piercing to glint under the dim light. Wonwoo’s eyes darkened at the sight, his jaw clenching slightly.

Slowly, you leaned forward, your lips parting to tease his tip with the piercing first. The cool sensation of the metal made him hiss, his head tilting back slightly.

“Fuck…” he muttered, his hand instinctively tangling in your hair, guiding you as you began to swirl your tongue around him.

You took your time, letting the piercing drag along the sensitive underside of his shaft, drawing low groans from him as his grip on your hair tightened. Each movement of your tongue was deliberate, adding pressure and flicks in just the right places to make him twitch.

“That… tongue of yours,” Wonwoo gritted out, his voice strained yet dripping with approval. “You really know how to use it, don’t you?”

You hummed around him in response, the vibration making him curse under his breath. As you took him deeper, your piercing brushed against his most sensitive spots, leaving him gripping the couch tightly with his free hand.

“God, you’re—ah—so fucking good at this,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly into your mouth. You kept your rhythm steady, your eyes glancing up to watch him lose his composure, his chest heaving and his lips parted as soft curses tumbled from them.

“Keep going,” he rasped, his voice laced with desperation. “Don’t stop…”

You obliged, swirling your tongue and letting the piercing glide over him until his hips stuttered and his breathing grew ragged.

You suddenly pulled back for a moment, letting your lips leave his shaft with a soft pop. Wonwoo groaned at the loss of contact but didn’t have to wait long as you tilted your head lower, your warm breath grazing his sensitive skin.

His eyes widened slightly, and he cursed softly under his breath when your mouth found its way to his balls. You gently sucked one into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it while your piercing added an unexpected jolt of pleasure.

“Shit,” Wonwoo hissed, his hand tightening in your hair as he let his head fall back against the couch. “You’re gonna fucking kill me…”

His reaction spurred you on, your tongue lapping at him teasingly before you moved to give the same attention to the other while your hand continued to stroke his slick, throbbing cock. His thighs twitched slightly under your touch, and the deep groans you pulled from him sent heat coursing through your body.

After lavishing him with attention, you moved back to his cock, taking him into your mouth once more. You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head, the combination of suction, your tongue, and that piercing driving him wild.

“Fuck—just like that,” he groaned, his voice strained as his hips bucked slightly, chasing the heat of your mouth. “I’m close…”

You didn’t slow down, your hands gripping his thighs to steady yourself as you took him deeper, your tongue working him in all the right ways. The sound of his groans grew louder, more desperate, until finally, his grip on your hair tightened, and his body tensed.

With a deep, guttural moan, he came, his release hot and messy as it spilled into your mouth and onto your face and clothes. You pulled back slightly, gasping softly as you felt the warm stickiness on your skin.

Wonwoo opened his eyes, his chest heaving as he looked down at the sight before him. You, with your lips swollen, his release dripping from your chin, and your clothes slightly stained, had him groaning again.

“God, look at you,” he muttered, his voice still thick with desire, a smirk tugging at his lip as he swipe his thumb across your chin to gather a stray drop before bringing it to your lips. “You’re a fucking mess.”

You smirked, licking his thumb clean, your tongue flicking out with a playful glint of your piercing. “Well, you’re the one who made me this way,” you teased, sticking your tongue out to show off the piercing once more.

Wonwoo chuckled breathlessly, leaning back on the couch, his gaze never leaving you. “Remind me to thank whoever convinced you to get that piercing,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

....... ≿━━━༺WONWOO༻━━━≾ .......

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awkwardcarrotatyourservice-blog · 5 months ago

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just platonic? | yoon jeonghan

Once again, you're at Jeonghan's apartment, casually scrolling through Netflix on the TV, searching for a good show to watch, when you hear him sigh from the kitchen. It’s one of those exaggerated sighs that usually means he’s trying to get your attention without actually asking for it.

“Something wrong?” you call out, not looking up.

“I don’t know. Is there?” Jeonghan replies, his tone dripping with feigned innocence. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice.

You finally glance up, seeing him leaning against the kitchen counter, holding a mug of coffee. His hair is slightly messy, falling into his eyes, and he’s wearing that oversized shirt he always claims is ‘comfy,’ even though you know he just likes how it makes him look.

“What are you on about now?” you ask, putting the remote down.

Jeonghan shrugs, taking a slow sip from his mug, his eyes never leaving yours. “Nothing much. Just wondering why someone would spend so much time on the screen when there’s such captivating company right here.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh please, you just want attention. You’re like a cat, always craving someone to pet your ego.”

“And yet,” he says, his voice lowering a fraction, “you’re the one who always ends up giving me exactly what I want.”

You feel your face warm slightly at the suggestive undertone in his voice, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. “Only because you’re so high maintenance. Someone’s got to keep you in check.”

Jeonghan’s smirk widens. He puts down his mug and walks over to the couch, sitting down a bit too close for comfort. “You sure that’s all it is? Because it kind of feels like you enjoy taking care of me.”

You huff, trying to ignore the way his leg is brushing against yours. “Someone has to. God knows you’d starve if I didn’t make you dinner every now and then.”

“True,” he says, his voice softening just a bit. “But I don’t just mean the food. You take care of me in other ways, too.”

The sudden sincerity in his tone catches you off guard, and you glance at him, meeting his gaze. There’s something in his eyes, something deep and familiar, and you know he’s not just talking about the meals you cook or the times you make sure he’s getting enough rest.

You quickly look away, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, someone’s gotta make sure you’re not getting too full of yourself.”

He chuckles, his shoulder bumping against yours. “Too late for that, don’t you think? You made me this way.”

“Yeah, right,” you mutter, but you can’t help the small smile that tugs at your lips.

There’s a brief pause, and then he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “You know, if you wanted to keep me in check more often, you could always move in. Think about it—all the time in the world to tell me off for being too charming.”

You laugh, pushing him away lightly. “And spend even more time listening to you whine? Thanks but no thanks.”

Jeonghan grins, undeterred. “I’m just saying, you might enjoy it. We’d be good together, you know? Like an old married couple—arguing one minute, making up the next.”

There’s that undertone again, the one that’s somewhere between a tease and a promise. You roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time, but there’s no denying the butterflies you feel.

“Keep dreaming, Hannie,” you say, though there’s no real bite in your words.

He just smiles, leaning back on the couch and stretching out like a contented cat. “Don’t worry, I plan to.”

You lean back, crossing your arms as you try to ignore the heat rising in your face. Jeonghan, as usual this fcker, seems to have an uncanny ability to make you flustered, even when you know he’s just messing with you.

He glances at you sideways, his lips quirking into that sly smile that tells you he’s thinking something far more wicked than what he’s letting on. “You know, for someone who’s always pretending like we’re ‘just friends,’ you really do let me get a little too close sometimes.” His eyes flicker down to where your leg brushes against his, and you know he’s doing it on purpose.

You scoff, trying to keep your composure. “We are just friends. Stop trying to make it into something else.”

He leans back, his body close enough that the air between you seems charged. “Sure we are,” he says in that tone, the one that’s laced with something unspoken. He reaches over, his hand resting casually on your thigh. “Just friends who can’t keep their hands off each other, huh?”

You want to push his hand away, but instead, you let it stay there for a second longer than you should. “It’s not like that,” you murmur, though the lack of conviction in your voice betrays you.

“Oh, really?” he says, voice dropping lower, the teasing replaced with something more insistent. “Then why does your heart beat faster every time I touch you?” His hand moves just a little higher, the fingers pressing lightly against the edge of your shorts. “You can’t deny it—we’ve crossed a line. You’re not just my friend, and you know it.”

You give him a side-eye, your lips pressed into a thin line. “And what exactly do you mean by that?”

He shifts closer, his thigh pressing against yours now, and his hand that is resting on your thigh move casually to rests on the back of the couch, inches from your shoulder. His voice drops lower, almost a whisper, but still with that undeniable edge of cocky arrogance. “I mean, we both know how good we are at this whole... arrangement. Can’t really call it ‘just friends’ when we’re in bed, can we?”

You stiffen slightly, but you refuse to let him get under your skin. “You’re ridiculous. Stop acting like you’ve got me all figured out.”

Jeonghan’s eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches you try to keep your composure. “It’s cute, you know,” he says, almost mockingly, “watching you pretend like this is all so innocent. But we both know better, don’t we?”

You snort, trying to maintain some semblance of control. “You’re really full of yourself today, huh?”

“Am I?” His smirk is sharp, teasing. “Or are you just mad you can’t deny it? Again we’ve already the crossed line, and we both know it. We’ve had our fun. But let’s be real here—you like it. I like it. And it works. So why not just embrace it?”

The way his words hang in the air makes it hard to focus on anything else. You try to ignore the effect it’s having on you—the little shiver creeping up your spine. You know you should pull away, but somehow, you don’t. Instead, you find yourself leaning to him just a little closer, almost subconsciously, as if your body is betraying your mind.

Jeonghan notices this, his smirk deepening. “See? You’re not fooling anyone. So why don’t we make it easier on ourselves? Why don’t you just move in with me? We already spend so much time together, and you’re always here anyway.” His eyes glint with mischief. “It’ll be so much more convenient, don’t you think?”

You let out a deep sigh before looking at him, “I told you before,” you say, trying to regain some semblance of control. “I’m not moving in with you. You’re too much to handle.”

Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, leaning closer, his lips just a breath away from your ear. “Am I? Because I think you’ve gotten pretty comfortable with all the ‘handling’ I’ve been doing.”

The way he says it makes you flush, but you’re not about to admit it. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, Hannie. I’m not that easy.”

He chuckles softly, a sound that’s laced with both humor and something darker, more dangerous. “Oh, I know you’re not,” he says quietly. “But you still let me in. And that’s all I really need to know.” He then leans in closer, his breath brushing against your ear as he speaks again, his voice lower, more intimate. “And honestly, I think we’d be even better if we were together more... You know, living together. Think of all the time we’d have to... reconnect. You wouldn’t have to run home after a long night. We could take things slower... or not.”

The way his breath brushes your ear makes you shiver, and you can feel the heat creeping up your neck as he continues, his words slipping into that seductive tone he always seems to master so effortlessly. His lips are dangerously close now, his presence overwhelming, and despite yourself, you’re starting to feel the pull of what he’s suggesting.

“You really know how to push my buttons, don’t you?” you manage to say, though your voice falters slightly, betraying the effect he’s having on you.

Jeonghan chuckles softly, his lips brush against your ear, just a feather-light touch, but it makes your pulse quicken. “I know you like this. Don’t pretend you don’t.”, he whispers.

You swallow hard, your breath hitching as he continues, his lips now tracing the curve of your ear. You try to keep your cool, but your heart is racing in your chest, and your mind is clouded by the tension between you two. His proximity is too much, and you feel your resolve will start to crack anytime.

“You’re so damn persistent,” you mutter, trying to keep your composure. “Always getting what you want.”

“You’re not so hard to figure out, you know,” Jeonghan replies with a smirk that’s all too knowing. He moves his lips down to your jaw, kissing just below your ear before pulling back slightly. “I already know how to make you give in. But imagine if I had more time with you... more time to make you forget everything but me.”

His lips are soft as they peck your cheek, just a brief, innocent touch, but it sends a jolt of warmth through your body. He doesn’t give you time to respond, immediately tilting your chin gently to face him. You don’t pull away, but your breath catches in your throat as his eyes lock onto yours, deep and intense.

“I don’t just want you to be here for a night, or a weekend, or when it’s convenient. I want all of you,” he murmurs, his lips barely brushing yours as he speaks. “I want you here, with me, all the time. Think about it—having everything we want, whenever we want. No more distance, no more playing games.”

It’s not a suggestion anymore. It’s more like an invitation, wrapped in all the quiet promises that make your heart race and your mind spin. You try to hold onto the threads of control, but his gaze is too damn intense, too disarming. Your mind flashes with the idea of being with him all the time—living together, waking up to him every day, hearing his voice close by at all hours. And just the thought has your stomach flipping.

He tilts his head slightly, still close enough for his lips to brush against your skin every time he speaks. “You already leave things at my place. You think I don’t notice? You’re halfway there already. We’re already halfway there.”

You bite your lip, caught somewhere between wanting to push him away and wanting to pull him closer. He’s always been like this—persistent, unrelenting, and yet somehow irresistible. It’s dangerous. It’s thrilling. And the worst part is, you’re starting to want it, too.

“You’re really a pain in the ass,” you say, but the edge in your voice is gone, replaced with something softer, something that gives away just how much he’s getting to you.

“I’m only persistent because I know exactly what I want,” he says with a grin, brushing your hair behind your ear as his fingers graze your skin. His gaze flicks to your lips, and the tension between you both heightens in a heartbeat.

You can barely find your voice, the words coming out quieter than you intend. “And you always get what you want, right?”

Jeonghan’s grin deepens, his lips barely brushing yours as he speaks, his voice low and smooth. “Exactly. So what’s stopping you?”

p.s: I leave this to your imagination

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silent treatment (2/13) | yoon jeonghan

"Baby! How's work?" he greeted you with open arms as you entered the apartment.

You decided to play it cool, giving him a casual nod as you walked past him, not uttering a single word.

Throughout the evening, you continued your shenanigans, ignoring his attempts at conversation or attention. Night comes, you slipped away to your bedroom to change your clothes and head directly to the kitchen.

He then followed you, asking, "Baby, want some snacks?"

You grabbed a bowl of fruit from the fridge without acknowledging him. As you sat down at the dining table, focusing on your phone instead.

Seemingly unbothered, he sat across from you at the dining table, reaching for a fruit from the same bowl. He watched you quietly, a playful smirk forming on his lips, as you continued to ignore him.

Jeonghan, catching on to your prank, continued to act as if everything was normal. "Hey, why are you being like this today?" he asked, taking another bite of the strawberry.

Ignoring his question, you reached for the kiwi, only to be surprised when he suddenly put the half-eaten strawberry into your mouth. You bit into it, trying to hide your shock, but he noticed the slight change in your expression.

With a nod, he finished the strawberry, still playing along with your game as you pretended he wasn't even there.

A mischievous glint in his eyes began, as he chat about his past romances. "You know, I'm not sure if I ever told you about this but there was this one time when I was at a party probably 3 or 2 years ago, and I ended up making out with this person in the bathroom…" he paused for a moment looking at you but still you're eyes are focused on the small screen, he then added " You know ***** right?"

He took another fruit from the bowl, taking a bite before placing it to your lips, waiting for your reaction. You obliged, biting into the fruit as he continued his story, recounting various past lovers, some more steamy than others.

Occasionally, your teeth would accidentally nip his finger as you took a bite, he just casually licked it, unfazed. He knew this would get both of you worked up, given your jealous tendencies, but you remained composed, just focused on scrolling through your phone.

Despite your efforts to keep your cool, Jeonghan couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in your demeanor, and his face lit up with amusement as he continued his playful game.

Deciding to play along, you settled your phone down where he could see it, Casually scrolling through your past suitor's Instagram profile.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he noticed what you were doing, but again he maintained his composure, not wanting to break character. Instead, he reached for another fruit from the bowl, taking a bite before offering it to you, silently daring you to take it.

You accepted the fruit, biting into it with a slight smirk, your eyes flickering mischievously as you continued to glance at your phone, pretending not to notice your boyfriend reaction.

His playful demeanor turning slightly more daring, even dared you to follow the guy on IG. "Go on, follow him," he teased, a hint of provocation in his voice as he held another fruit to your lips.

Without saying a word, you obediently went up to the page and hit the follow button, still maintaining your facade of indifference. As you bit into the grape he offered, you couldn't resist teasing him back just a little, sucking on his finger lightly as you took the fruit.

Jeonghan couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy creeping in, as he watched you follow through with his dare, despite knowing it was all just part of the game. He added more jealousy to the plate, trying to provoke a reaction from you, but all you did was continue to ignore him, adding to his frustration and amusement.

He then sense an opportunity to turn the tables, began to chatter about his old romance again, but this time it's specifically the girl before you. "You know, she and I had some great times. There was this one time we went on a trip to Hawaii, and…"

He reached for another fruit, bit into it, and then tried to feed it to you, but to his surprised you refused, subtly showing that his words were starting to get under your skin. Your lips tightened, and your eyes flickered with a hint of irritation.

Jeonghan grinned, realizing he had the upper hand now. He took the fruit back to his mouth and finished it, his eyes never leaving yours. "What's the matter?" he teased. "Is my reminiscing bothering you?"

You maintained your silence, though it was clear that his words were beginning to have an effect. The tension between you suddenly changed, and his grin widened, enjoying the shift in dynamics.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself and not let his taunting get to you. Suddenly, your phone buzzed with a notification. Your past suitor had followed you back and even liked every recent solo picture you had posted not to mention he also sent you a dm asking, "How are you?"

Jeonghan, seeing the notification, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, look at that. Seems like someone's really interested in you...again," he commented, his tone laced with mock innocence.

You glanced at the message, a small smirk forming on your lips. Without looking at him, you started typing a response. Jeonghan's grin faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered. "Well, isn't this interesting," he murmured, leaning back in his chair, watching you intently.

You continued to ignore him, feeling a surge of satisfaction as you kept your composure.

Jeonghan, determined to escalate the situation, moved out of his chair and sat right next to you, peering over your shoulder to get a better view of your chat with your past suitor.

"Let's see what you're saying, hmmmm" he said, his voice low and teasing. "Hey, I'm doing well. How about you?" he read aloud as you typed.

You could feel his breath on your neck, and it took all your willpower to maintain your cool. As you sent the message, you could sense his eyes on you, trying to gauge your reaction.

"Is he blind or just stupid?" he asked, feigning casual interest while his hand reached for another fruit from the bowl. He took a bite, then held it up to your lips, waiting to see if you'd accept it this time. "He just casually ignore some of your pictures where am in it? Am I just a fragment of you're imagination"

You glanced at the screen, seeing your past suitor's fast reply pop up. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately. We should catch up soon."

Ignoring your boyfriend talk, you responded to the message with a simple, "Sure, we can catch up sometime."

Jeonghan's eyes sparkled with a mixture of jealousy and amusement as he watched you, still holding the fruit near your lips, his grin never wavering. You finally accepted the fruit he placed on your lips, taking a deliberate bite while maintaining eye contact with him.

"You know," he said, leaning in closer, "it's really fascinating how much attention you're getting. Makes me wonder if I should be worried."

You swallowed the fruit and turned your attention back to your phone, typing out a response to your past suitor without missing a beat. "So, where do you want to meet up?"

Your past suitor quickly replied, suggesting either a cafe or dinner at a restaurant. You responded, "Anywhere is good as long as we can meet."

Jeonghan, who had been silently observing the exchange, tightened his jaw but quickly regained his composure. His eyes never left you as he watched the conversation unfold with a playful smirk.

"So, what's the plan? Tomorrow, the next day or next weekend?" he asked, his tone light but curious.

You were about to respond that tomorrow sounded great when Jeonghan interjected, "You know, what if I meet up with my ex during that time too? You're well aware that she kept on texting and calling me. Right Y/N?"

Midway through typing your response, you paused, your fingers hovering over the screen. You glanced at him, who had rested his chin on his palm, a smug expression on his face. "Finally noticed me, huh?" he teased.

Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to your phone, ignoring his comment. But he didn't let up, continuing to poke fun at the situation.

Meanwhile, your past suitor sent another message, asking for your number so he could call you tomorrow.

Your bf saw the message from your past suitor and couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. He brushed his hair back, clicking his tongue in amusement as he watched you respond swiftly, providing your number without hesitation.

Your past suitor quickly reciprocated by providing his number, but you chose to ignore it, not bothering to save it in the process. Instead, you sent a message back, saying you had saved his number for future reference.

He leaned back in his chair, a smug grin on his face, as he watched your interactions unfold. It was clear that despite the annoying game, both of you knew where your loyalties lay. And in that moment, he couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction knowing that you were ultimately his.

As you continued chatting with your past suitor, it became evident that you were showing little interest in the conversation. Meanwhile, Jeonghan, your boyfriend beside you, was thoroughly enjoying himself, leaning in from time to time to share ideas or suggestions you could use to keep the conversation going.

"You could ask him about his hobbies," Jeonghan suggested, his voice low and suggestive as he leaned closer to you.

You nodded absently, not fully paying attention to his words as you felt your throat beginning to dry out. Deciding to get some water from the fridge, you started to stand up, but he stopped you, causing you to tumble and fall into his lap.

Before you could react, his hand began to roam your body, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers brushed against your lips, parting them with his thumb. Slowly, you opened your mouth as he inserted his thumb, feeling the tip against your tongue.

Your heart raced as you sucked on his thumb, swirling your tongue around it in response to his touch. Jeonghan's breath hitched slightly, a smirk forming on his lips as he pushed his thumb further into your mouth, silently encouraging you to continue.

He removed his thumb and exchanged it with his index and middle finger, your breath caught in your throat. His touch was electrifying as his fingers replaced his thumb in your mouth.

You felt a rush of heat spread through your body as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking on them. Jeonghan's gaze was intense, his eyes locked on yours as he watched your reaction to his touch.

Your senses were heightened as you continued to suck on his fingers, the taste of his skin sending waves of pleasure. His lips curved into another satisfied smirk as he felt your response, his fingers gently caressing your tongue as you continued to suck on them, lost in the sensation of his touch.

He then removed his fingers from your mouth and tapped your thighs, signaling you to stand up. You complied, rising to your feet. With a swift, fluid motion, he pulled down your shorts and undergarments, leaving you exposed. He moved closer, his hands firmly grasping your ass, sending a shiver through your body.

One of your hand rested on the table for support, while the other found its way to his shoulder. He then shoved the fingers you had just sucked into your folds, his thumb drawing circles on your clit.

"You got this wet just by sucking my fingers," he mocked, his voice a mix of amusement and desire.

His words sent a wave of heat through you, your body responding to his touch. The sensation of his fingers inside you, combined with the circles his thumb was drawing on your clit, was overwhelming. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it was impossible to hide your arousal.

Your phone began vibrating, and Jeonghan glanced at the screen, seeing an unknown number calling. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he looked at you.

"Don't answer that," you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper as you moved your head back, feeling his fingers thrust deeper inside you.

Ignoring your request, this fucker answered the call, pressing the loudspeaker button as he continued to pleasure you. You covered your mouth, trying to stifle any sounds of pleasure as the voice on the other end spoke.

The guy on the phone explained that he had started calling because you had left him on read, thinking that calling was the best way to get your attention. Jeonghan waited for your response, his fingers still moving inside you.

You tried to maintain your composure, answering the guy on the phone as if nothing was happening. But as Jeonghan's movements became more intense, it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation.

Him, sensing your need for more, stood up from his chair and positioned you on the edge of the table. You lay back, putting your elbows under your back as he spread your legs wide apart. He freed his cock from his shorts, aligning himself with your entrance.

With your legs on his shoulders, he deepened the penetration, his hand sliding under your back to make the experience more comfortable and extremely deep. His other hand gripped the table for support as he continued to move inside you, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

As the guy on the phone continued the conversation, you found it increasingly difficult to focus, your mind consumed by the intense pleasure Jeonghan was giving you. You hummed in response to the guy's words, barely registering what he was saying.

Meanwhile, he maintained eye contact with you, his gaze unwavering as he fucked you with purpose. With each thrust, you felt a surge of pleasure coursing, drawing a low moan from your lips.

Despite the distraction of the phone call, your eyes remained locked on Jeonghan's. His movements were rhythmic and powerful, each one pushing you closer and deeper to the edge of ecstasy.

Unable to resist any longer, Jeonghan leaned his head forward, allowing you to close the distance between you and him. His lips met yours, it was a sloppy kiss.

As he pulled his lips away from yours just long enough to whisper, "Answer him," you felt a pang of annoyance at the interruption, but you complied nonetheless.

With a shaky breath, you managed to respond, "Yeah, I'm still here," your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to maintain your focus.

Jeonghan returned his lips to yours, as he continued to thrust deeper inside you, it became increasingly difficult to suppress your moans of pleasure. The intensity of his movements pushed you closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling waiting for orgasm.

Finally, with a deep groan, he reached his climax, finishing inside you. You could feel the warmth spreading inside you as he released himself, sending you both into a state of euphoria.

Gently, he removed your legs from resting on his shoulders and withdrew from you, his dick slick with your combined arousal. With a quick flick of his wrist, he took your phone, ending the call and blocking the number.

Then, without hesitation, he navigated to your Instagram and unfollowed the guy before blocking him entirely, ensuring that he would no longer be a presence in your life.

With the deed done, he turned his attention back to you, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he pulled you into his arms, knowing that you were his and his alone.

You nudged your head against Jeonghan's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

"The silent treatment you gave me was pretty fun," he admitted with a chuckle, running his fingers through your hair.

You looked up at him, squinting your eyes playfully. "Making each other jealous wasn't part of the game, though," you reminded him. "You definitely added fuel to the fire."

Jeonghan smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you did a good job of keeping your cool," he teased. "But I couldn't resist. I had to make sure you remembered who you belong to. Besides seeing you get all worked up was kind of hot."

You smirked, shaking your head slightly. "Next time, let's find a game that doesn't involve other people."

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