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kaiyunsim · 3 months ago

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nice guy —

pairing : best friend!jaehyun x gn!reader

summary : when you tell jaehyun you like someone, of course he wants to help as your best friend. the thing is… he likes you too.

warnings : angst !! some fluff.

a/n : this makes me realize i write for jaehyun a lot

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— wc : 4.5k — not proof read —

jaehyun has always been there.

he’s the friend who waits for you when you’re running late, even when he could’ve left ten minutes ago. the one who texts, let me know when you get home, when you’re out late, even though you never do. he still asks every time.

he knows your coffee order by heart. picks up your favorite snack without you having to say a word. when you’re cold, he drapes his jacket over your shoulders like it’s second nature.

and maybe, in a way, it is.

jaehyun has always been there, and you’ve never really questioned why. you don’t think about how he always seems to notice when you’re tired, how he never complains when you drag him along on errands or beg him to help you with schoolwork last minute. you don’t wonder why he never says no.

you just assume that it’s just how jaehyun is.

so when he’s listening to you ramble about lee sohee, it doesn’t cross your mind that maybe he doesn’t want to hear it.

“sohee looked so good today,” you sigh, flopping onto his bed. jaehyun is sitting at his desk, flipping through a textbook, but you know he isn’t really reading it. he always says he can study with you around, but that’s a lie, isn’t it? “like, unfairly good.”

jaehyun hums, but it’s noncommittal, like he’s waiting for you to continue. so you do.

“i think we had a moment, too. we locked eyes across the room, and he smiled at me. well, he was probably just smiling in general, but it felt like it was at me, you know?”

jaehyun flips a page, gaze still on the book in front of him. “maybe,” he says.

“ugh, you don’t get it.” you groan, rolling onto your stomach. “he’s just so. i don’t know. he’s so cool, but not in an unapproachable way? like, confident. effortless. he makes my heart race, and i feel like such an idiot around him.”

jaehyun’s hands tighten around the textbook. it’s subtle. so subtle you don’t notice.

“you’re not an idiot,” he says.

“you have to say that. you’re my best friend.” you nudge his knee with yours, grinning. “but anyway, what do i do? how do i make a move without making it obvious that i’m, like, completely into him?”

jaehyun finally looks up, meeting your gaze. for a second, you think you see something in his eyes. something quiet, something hesitant.

but then he smiles, and it’s gone.

“just be yourself,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

you groan again, dramatic. “you’re so unhelpful.”

jaehyun laughs. it’s quiet, almost fond. “sorry.”

you huff, rolling onto your back again. “ugh, whatever. i just hope he notices me.”

jaehyun doesn’t say anything to that. doesn’t say, i notice you. doesn’t say, i’ve been noticing you.

he just turns the page of his textbook, gaze flickering back down, and pretends like this conversation doesn’t hurt.

—

the next day, you’re standing outside the lecture hall, waiting for class to start, when you spot sohee across the courtyard.

you freeze for a second, suddenly hyperaware of how you look. is your hair okay? do you seem too eager? too casual?

sohee is talking to some friends, laughing at something one of them said. and then, as if he can feel you staring, he looks over.

and he smiles.

it’s not anything dramatic. just a quick, easy curve of his lips, but it makes your heart stutter anyway.

you don’t even realize you’re grinning back until he gives you a small nod before turning back to his conversation.

you exhale sharply. okay. that was something, right?

you’re about to text jaehyun about it when you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“you look weird,” jaehyun says, amused. “what’s up?”

you roll your eyes but don’t deny it. “sohee just smiled at me.”

jaehyun doesn’t react right away, but then he tilts his head, pretending to be impressed. “wow. smiling? revolutionary.”

“shut up,” you grumble, but you’re still smiling. “it felt like a moment.”

“hmm.” jaehyun crosses his arms, leaning against the wall beside you. “or maybe he was just being polite.”

you swat his arm. “why do you hate love?”

jaehyun snorts. “i don’t. i’m just saying, you might be overthinking it.”

“or maybe you just don’t understand romance.” you nudge him with your elbow. “when’s the last time you even liked someone?”

jaehyun looks away for a second, like he’s thinking.

but you don’t notice the way his fingers twitch, the way he inhales slightly like he’s about to say something before stopping himself.

“dunno,” he finally says, shrugging.

“see? you have no right to judge me.” you cross your arms, triumphant. “i’m gonna make him fall for me.”

jaehyun smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “yeah?”

“yeah.” you nod firmly.

and jaehyun doesn’t say anything else.

the thing about jaehyun is that he always notices the small things.

like how you get nervous whenever sohee is around, fidgeting with your sleeves or fixing your hair. how your mood instantly lifts when sohee acknowledges you, even in the smallest ways.

how you never seem to notice when he’s the one looking at you.

he wonders, sometimes, if you’d ever realize. if it would ever occur to you to ask why he’s always there, why he always drops whatever he’s doing just to be around you.

probably not.

jaehyun exhales, tilting his head back against the couch.

he should stop hoping.

a few days later, you’re in jaehyun’s room again, scrolling through your phone while he’s half-heartedly working on an assignment.

“sohee’s been liking my posts more,” you say casually, but there’s an unmistakable excitement in your voice.

jaehyun glances at you. “and?”

“and maybe that means something.”

“or maybe he’s just tapping buttons.”

you throw a pillow at him. “why are you like this?”

jaehyun laughs, catching it. “fine. maybe he’s secretly in love with you and just waiting for the right moment to confess.”

“exactly.” you grin.

but for some reason, the thought stings a little less when you’re sitting next to him like this, feet nudging against his under the blanket, like you always do.

you don’t realize when it happens, but jaehyun starts answering your texts a little slower.

he doesn’t show up outside your class as often. doesn’t immediately agree when you ask him to hang out.

and you don’t think much of it. until one day, when you’re excitedly telling him about a conversation you had with sohee, and he just nods, looking distracted.

you frown. “are you even listening?”

jaehyun blinks, then shakes his head slightly. “yeah. sorry. you were saying…?”

“never mind.” you hesitate. “is something wrong?”

jaehyun smiles, but it’s not the usual one. the bright, easy grin you’re used to. this one feels… tired.

“nah. just thinking.”

you stare at him for a second, but he doesn’t elaborate.

and you don’t push.

that night, jaehyun lies in bed, staring at the ceiling.

he knows he can’t keep doing this.

and for the first time, he wonders if maybe… it’s time to step back.

—

jaehyun picks up on the first ring.

“hey,” he says, voice thick with sleep.

you wince, glancing at the time, 2:14 a.m. “were you asleep?”

there’s a rustling sound, like he’s shifting in bed. “nah,” he lies. “what’s up?”

you hesitate. you know he was sleeping, know you should probably just deal with this on your own, but—

“i need your help,” you admit, dropping your head onto your desk. “my essay’s due tomorrow, and i haven’t even started, and i have no idea what i’m doing.”

jaehyun sighs, but it’s not annoyed. more like resigned. “you’re unbelievable,” he mutters, and you can picture him shaking his head, running a hand through his hair.

“please,” you say, dragging out the word. “you’re, like, the only person who can get me through this.”

there’s a pause. then a quiet chuckle. “yeah, yeah. send me the prompt.”

relief floods through you as you hurriedly copy-paste the assignment details into a text.

“you’re the best,” you say, meaning it.

jaehyun just hums.

then twenty minutes later, there’s a knock at your door.

you didn’t even ask him to come over.

you open it to find jaehyun standing there in sweatpants and a hoodie, hair slightly tousled, a laptop bag slung over his shoulder. he looks exhausted.

you grin, stepping aside to let him in. “you didn’t have to come in person, you know.”

he shrugs, dropping his bag onto your desk. “figured you’d work faster if i was here.”

he doesn’t say, figured you’d need me here. but he doesn’t have to.

you don’t even think about how he must’ve been exhausted, how he could’ve said no. you just shove your laptop at him, launching into a dramatic retelling of your struggles.

jaehyun listens, nodding, clicking through your half-finished document. then he sighs, flipping the laptop back toward you.

“okay. first, your thesis makes no sense.”

“wow,” you say dryly. “thanks.”

jaehyun smirks. “just being honest.”

you roll your eyes but don’t argue. instead, you scoot your chair closer to his, shoulders nearly brushing.

jaehyun stiffens for half a second before forcing himself to relax.

this is normal. this is fine.

so why does it feel different?

an hour in, your head is buried in your arms.

“i’m gonna die,” you groan. “just let me fail. i’ll live in a cave or something.”

jaehyun nudges your foot with his. “you’re not gonna fail. you just like being dramatic.”

you lift your head just enough to glare at him. “easy for you to say, mr. ‘i wrote my essay a week in advance.’”

jaehyun snorts. “hey, that just means i’m smarter than you.”

you shove his arm, and he laughs, soft and warm.

for a second, everything feels normal again.

but then your phone buzzes.

your fingers twitch automatically toward it. jaehyun watches the way your expression shifts. the way you bite back a smile just from seeing sohee’s name.

jaehyun looks away.

sohee had been texting you all week.

harmless things. questions about class, jokes, the occasional saw this and thought of you message with a blurry meme attached.

but you overanalyze everything. you stare at the screen too long, rereading his words, wondering if there’s something more there.

“do you think he likes me?” you’d asked jaehyun once, excitement bubbling in your voice.

you hadn’t noticed the way his smile faltered.

hadn’t noticed the way he’d shrugged a little too stiffly before saying, “dunno. maybe.”

hadn’t noticed the way his hands curled into fists under the table.

now, he watches you type back, fingers moving fast, a grin tugging at your lips.

you’re supposed to be writing, but you’re texting sohee instead.

jaehyun knows he shouldn’t care. knows he shouldn’t feel this way.

but it’s late, and he’s tired, and suddenly, it’s all hitting him at once.

two hours in, your head slumps onto his shoulder.

“wake me up when it’s done,” you mumble.

jaehyun snorts. “not how this works.”

you groan dramatically, but you don’t move away.

jaehyun stays completely still.

he tells himself he’s just letting you rest. that it doesn’t mean anything.

but the truth is, he’s scared that if he moves, you’ll realize how fast his heart is beating.

another hour passes, and somehow, miraculously, he finished the essay for you.

you let out a victorious cheer, stretching your arms above your head.

“finally,” you breathe. “i literally would’ve died without you.”

jaehyun smiles, but it’s small. tired.

you turn to him, beaming. “you’re such a good person, jaehyun. i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

jaehyun laughs, but it feels hollow.

he already knows how this story goes.

he doesn’t wait for you to ask him to stay.

“you should get some sleep,” he says, standing up, stretching before patting your head.

you blink. “wait, you’re leaving?”

jaehyun grabs his bag. “yeah. you don’t need me anymore, right?”

it’s meant to be a joke, but something about it makes you pause.

you don’t ask him to stay again.

and he doesn’t offer.

when your phone buzzes later that night, you reach for it instantly, half-expecting jaehyun’s name.

but it’s sohee.

can’t sleep. you up?

you hesitate before replying, but then your screen flashes with another notification.

this time, it is jaehyun.

but it’s just a simple: good night.

no teasing. no extra words.

just that.

when you wake up, his message is still unread.

later, when you text him thank you again!! i owe you sm with a dozen heart emojis, he lets his phone sit on his nightstand.

he’ll reply in the morning.

or maybe he won’t.

—

sohee asks you out on a wednesday.

it’s after class, the late afternoon sun turning everything gold, and you’re still half-distracted, stuffing your notebook into your bag, when he says your name.

you look up, blinking. “huh?”

he shifts his weight, rubbing the back of his neck.

“i was just thinking,” he says, casual, like this isn’t about to change everything. “we should go out sometime.”

you freeze.

for a second, you think you misheard.

but then sohee smiles, and it’s that smile. the easy, charming one that made you notice him in the first place.

your heart stutters.

he’s asking me out.

you’ve been waiting for this. analyzing every interaction, every text, looking for something, anything, to tell you that sohee sees you the way you see him.

and now, here it is.

your fingers tighten around the strap of your bag. “you mean, like—”

sohee laughs, light and teasing. “yeah. like a date.”

you should be over the moon. you should be throwing your arms around him, texting your friends in all caps, feeling the rush of everything finally falling into place.

instead, your brain does something stupid.

your first thought isn’t yes, or finally, or holy shit, this is happening.

it’s i have to tell jaehyun.

and then, just as quickly, your mind says wait.

you haven’t spoken to jaehyun in two days.

it’s not like he’s avoiding you. he’s still in class, still in group chats, still there. but it’s different.

he doesn’t text first anymore. doesn’t immediately reply when you do.

he’s fine.

laughing with his friends, slinging an arm around woonhak’s shoulders, joking with taesan like nothing happened.

like you never stayed up until 3 a.m. working on your essay.

like he never sat next to you, close enough to feel the warmth of your shoulder against his.

like he never used to be the first person you told everything.

now, you’re standing here, sohee looking at you expectantly, and all you can think is:

why isn’t jaehyun here to see this?

sohee tilts his head. “so?”

you blink. “huh?”

he chuckles. “do you wanna go out?”

do you?

the answer should be obvious.

you swallow, forcing the hesitation out of your voice. “yeah,” you say. “yeah, i’d like that.”

sohee grins.

“great,” he says, as if it was never even a question.

you text jaehyun that night.

nothing big. just a simple hey.

he doesn’t reply.

you stare at your screen, watching the message sit there, unread.

it’s fine. he’s probably busy.

you set your phone down.

pick it back up.

open your messages again.

still nothing.

okay, you tell yourself, rolling onto your back. it’s not a big deal.

but something feels wrong.

normally, you wouldn’t have to wait. jaehyun would’ve already sent back a sarcastic what do you want or a teasing wow, you miss me?

but now, silence.

you don’t realize how much you’ve come to expect his presence until it’s gone.

like muscle memory. like reaching for something that isn’t there.

you unlock your phone without thinking, scrolling through your notifications.

sohee texted, something about movie times, making plans, being excited to see you.

your lips curl into a smile, but your fingers hesitate before replying.

you check your messages again.

still no jaehyun.

—

you see him the next morning, laughing with taesan outside the lecture hall.

you hesitate.

it’s not like you need to talk to him. but something inside you itches, an uncomfortable weight pressing against your ribs.

before you can stop yourself, you walk over.

“hey,” you say, stopping a few steps away.

jaehyun glances at you. “oh. hey.”

his voice is easy, neutral.

too neutral.

taesan nods at you before turning back to jaehyun. “dude, i swear, if you actually pull that off, i’ll—”

“you’ll what?” jaehyun shoots back, raising a brow.

taesan huffs, shoving his shoulder. jaehyun just grins.

you stand there, watching them go back and forth, waiting for something.

for him to turn to you. for him to say something, anything, that feels like him.

but he doesn’t.

you clear your throat. “so…”

jaehyun finally looks at you.

you shift your weight. “did you see my text?”

he blinks.

then, casually, “oh. yeah. sorry, i forgot to reply.”

he forgot.

jaehyun, who never forgets anything.

something tightens in your chest. this gut feeling that won't leave.

you force out a chuckle. “wow, can’t believe you’re ignoring me now.”

“not ignoring you,” he says easily, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “just busy.”

he says it like it’s nothing. like it’s normal.

maybe it is. maybe you were the only one who ever thought it was something else.

when you leave, you expect a text from him.

nothing big. just a 'btw, i was kidding' or a 'you good?'

but it never comes.

—

the date with sohee should be the only thing on your mind.

but that night, as you lie in bed, scrolling through your messages, the only conversation you keep rereading is the one that isn’t there.

“hey,” sohee says, nudging your knee under the table. “you okay?”

you blink, snapping back to the present.

you’re at a café, your coffee untouched, sohee sitting across from you with that effortless confidence, like he belongs wherever he is.

you should be paying attention to him.

you should be happy.

“yeah,” you say, forcing a smile. “just tired.”

sohee grins. “want me to bore you to sleep?”

you laugh, but it’s not as easy as it should be. your hand twitches toward your phone.

you resist the urge to check. you wonder if jaehyun is waiting for you to text first.

if this is some weird game where neither of you want to be the one to cave.

you stare at the empty space where his name should be.

you think about how easy it would be to just message him.

to just say, 'hey. i miss you.'

but you don’t.

instead, you smile at sohee and try to pretend everything is fine.

— a few days pass.

sohee cancels on you last minute.

it’s not a big deal.

really.

it’s just one date. just one night.

but you still sit there, phone screen glowing in the dim light of your room, rereading his message over and over.

sohee [7:12 PM]: hey, something came up. might not be able to make it.

you exhale slowly, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

you [7:14 PM]: oh okay. no worries!

it’s fine. it’s fine.

but your stomach is tight, fingers gripping your phone just a little too hard.

it’s stupid to feel this way. plans change. people get busy.

but you can’t shake it. the feeling of being second.

an afterthought.

without thinking, you tap out of the chat, scrolling down your contacts until your thumb stops on a familiar name.

you hesitate.

then, before you can talk yourself out of it, you press call.

the phone rings.

once.

twice.

three times.

your stomach twists.

jaehyun always picks up on the first ring.

always.

except now, he doesn’t.

you don’t know why you expected him to.

he’s been distant for weeks now, ever since…

your throat tightens.

you don’t want to think about it.

but for the first time, you wonder, when was the last time he called first?

when was the last time he was the one waiting on you?

you shove the thought away, locking your phone.

it doesn’t mean anything.

you see jaehyun the next day, and he looks tired.

not just the kind of tired that comes from too many late nights.

a different kind. something deeper.

you hesitate before stepping forward. “hey.”

he looks up, gaze flicking over you, unreadable. “hey.”

you shift your weight.

“can we talk?”

he exhales through his nose, rubbing his eyes. “do we need to?”

the words hit you harder than they should.

your fingers curl at your sides. “yeah,” you say. “i think we do.”

jaehyun watches you for a second. then, finally, he nods.

you end up outside, the evening air cool against your skin.

jaehyun leans against the railing, arms crossed, waiting.

you don’t know how to start.

you don’t even know what you want to say.

so you settle for, “sohee canceled on me last night.”

jaehyun doesn’t react.

he just hums, like he’s waiting for you to get to the point.

you hesitate. “i called you.”

this time, something flickers in his expression.

“yeah,” he says, voice flat. “i saw.”

your stomach twists. “why didn’t you pick up?”

jaehyun exhales, pushing a hand through his hair.

then, quietly—

“you only come to me when you’re upset.”

you blink. “what?”

he shakes his head, looking away. “i can’t keep being the one you run to when someone else lets you down.”

you open your mouth, then close it.

your heart pounds. “jaehyun, it’s not—”

“it is,” he says, voice sharp. “every single time. i’m the one you call when you’re sad. when you’re stressed. when you’re alone. but when you’re happy—”

he laughs, but it’s hollow.

“when you’re happy, i don’t even cross your mind.”

your throat feels tight. “that’s not true.”

“isn’t it?”

he tilts his head, looking at you like he’s trying to figure something out.

like he’s trying to figure you out.

and the worst part is that you don’t have an answer.

you never thought about it. never realized how much you relied on him.

how much you expected him to always be there.

you swallow hard. “i don’t want to lose you.”

your voice is quiet, but it feels like shouting.

jaehyun’s gaze softens, just for a second.

but then, just as quickly, he shakes his head.

“then stop looking for me only when you need something.”

and for the first time, he walks away first.

—

everything feels off.

it’s not something you notice all at once. it creeps in slowly, like the way the air feels heavier before a storm.

it’s in the empty space next to you when you walk home. the silence in your messages where his name used to be.

it’s in the way you find yourself reaching for your phone, expecting a notification that never comes.

jaehyun is gone.

not literally. he’s still there, somewhere, existing in the same world as you. you still see him in passing, laughing with his friends, leaning against doorways, shoving his hands into his pockets like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

he looks… fine.

and that stings more than you want to admit.

because if he’s fine, then why aren’t you?

you tell yourself it’s just habit.

you got used to him. that’s all.

but habits don’t make your chest ache when you see him talking to someone else.

habits don’t make you stay up at night, staring at the ceiling, replaying every conversation, every look, every moment that should have told you something you refused to see.

habits don’t make you feel like something is missing.

like someone is missing.

and then it hits you, all at once.

you miss him.

not because you need something. not because you’re sad, or upset, or lonely.

you just miss him.

you miss his stupid jokes. the way he always knew what you were thinking before you said it. the warmth of his presence, steady and solid like he was always meant to be there.

and a thought comes to mind, you never even thought about sohee.

not once.

it takes you too long to do something about it.

but eventually, you do.

and it’s not hard to find jaehyun.

he’s outside, leaning against the side of the building, scrolling through his phone like he’s waiting for something. or maybe someone.

you swallow hard, nerves crawling up your spine.

you almost turn around.

almost.

but then he looks up, and his eyes land on you.

he freezes.

for a second, neither of you move.

then, slowly, he straightens.

“…hey.”

it’s not cold, but it’s not warm either.

you hate that.

you take a breath. “hey.”

jaehyun tilts his head, watching you carefully.

waiting.

you nervously lick your lips, shifting your weight.

you should say something.

apologize. explain. tell him you were stupid, that you get it now, that you know it’s too late but you see him now, the way you should have before.

but none of that feels right.

so you just say—

“i miss you.”

jaehyun doesn’t react right away.

you force yourself to keep going.

“that’s all.”

you exhale, stepping back. “i just thought you should know.”

then you turn, forcing your feet to move, your heart pounding so loud it drowns out everything else.

one step.

two.

three—

a hand wraps around your wrist.

stopping you.

your breath catches.

slowly, you turn.

jaehyun is staring at you.

his grip isn’t tight, but it’s firm enough that you feel it.

your throat goes dry.

“that’s all?” he asks, voice quiet.

you hesitate. “what?”

he exhales, shaking his head, something unreadable in his eyes.

“you miss me, and that’s all?”

your stomach twists.

he’s waiting for something.

something more.

you don’t know if you deserve to give it to him.

but you do anyway.

you take a shaky breath.

“no.”

jaehyun’s fingers loosen, but he doesn’t let go.

you swallow, looking down.

“it’s not just that i miss you,” you admit, voice barely above a whisper. “it’s that everything feels wrong without you.”

jaehyun doesn’t speak, so you keep going.

“i was an idiot,” you say, words spilling out now, too fast, too real. “you were always there, and i never saw it. but i see it now.”

jaehyun exhales, shaking his head.

“took you long enough.”

your lips twitch. “yeah.”

a beat of silence.

“can i make it up to you?”

jaehyun narrows his eyes.

“depends.”

you blink. “on what?”

he sighs, pretending to be annoyed, but the corner of his mouth twitches.

“you owe me so much boba.”

you snort, shaking your head. “deal.”

you bump shoulders with him, just lightly, testing.

jaehyun doesn’t pull away.

and this time, when you start walking, he stays right beside you. where he always belonged.

—

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soulmateszedits · 2 years ago

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⌜ Rocket Punch ; Boom ⌝ ᓚᘏᗢ

┊ ❀ Yunkyoung - Yeonhee - Sohee || Pt.2

┊ ❀ Era

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luvyeni · 1 year ago

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𐙚 : SOMEONE WALKING IN ON YOU W/ RIIZE (reaction) ֶָ֢ !

content warning. oral ( f. and m. receiving), unprotected sex, being walked in on

request: riize reaction to being cockblocked ...

authors note. i hope you like it babez, i hope this is what you wanted 🩷🫶🏾!!!

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

𐙚 : SHOTARO ֶָ֢ !

embarrassed to say the least; like he can't even look his member in the eye. he didn't even notice sungchan walk into the room , his face nuzzled in between your neck, leaving little marks on your precious skin; heavily breathing as he slowly rocked his hips; his cock rubbing against your clothed heat. "fu-fuck taro." you moaned out — he couldn't take it anymore, he needed to be inside you. he pulled away from you neck, smiling down at you as he unbuckled his pants. "gonna treat you so good baby." he said ready to free his cock out. "fuck you nice." you whimpered out, but before he could, the door came swinging open. "bro you wan— oh fuck im so sorry." he quickly did a 360, closing the door. shotaro was red in the face; just wanting the world the swallow him hole. "i-i thought i locked the door." he said. "it's okay." he whined , the mood no longer there, hiding his face in your neck. "taro it's okay." he shook his head. "no it's not." you just laughed, scratching his head.

"we gotta double che— no triple check the door next time we have sex."

𐙚 : EUNSEOK ֶָ֢ !

annoyed is what he is — cause even if he wasn't doing anything; why the hell are you bursting through his door like that? his members knew that if you were over and his door was closed — then don't come in; apparently sohee didn't get that. "i don't want to hear anything out of you." he pumped his fingers in and out of your pussy, you bit down on your lip hard; keeping all your noises inside as he curled his fingers , your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "look at you slut, going dumb just from my fingers." he smirked. "gonna cum for me?" you felt your orgasm approaching — to bad the door open , making eunseok halt his movement, his head snapping to whoever it was. "hyung— get out, now." he deadpanned. sohee didn't even need to understand what was going on, but he heard to tone of his friends voice and immediately walked out. "fucking hell." he cursed under his breath, turning back to you , his fingers still inside you.

"don't think i didn't feel your cunt clench when he walked in — fucking whore you wanted someone to catch us."

𐙚 : SUNGCHAN ֶָ֢ !

he wouldn't even know to be honest; neither one of you would honestly — when you two have sex , the entire world doesn't exist at that moment, only the feeling of sweet cunt tightening around him as you rode his cock. "sh-shit baby, keep going." he groaned. "that's use my cock baby, fuck yourself on me." his hands coming down to your ass, slapping it. "faster baby." you rocked your hips faster , holding yourself up — bucking up into you. "sh-shit princess you're gonna make me cum." both of your highs vastly approaching. both of you so wrapped up in each other, neither one of you notice eunseok walk right into the room, quickly walking back out. "fuck!" his hips stilling, as your legs shook both of you cumming hard , his cock twitching as he came inside your hole. "fuck baby, you feel so good." he groaned. after he cleans you up , and your both cuddled up in his bed, when you bring it up. "did someone walk in on us?" he shrugged , bringing you closer to his body.

"at least they got a good show, you look so fucking sexy bouncing on my cock."

𐙚 : WONBIN ֶָ֢ !

another one who would be pissed off , he finally got you alone after being bothered all day by his members; not having a minute of alone time — him sitting up against the headboard; you sitting on your knees, in between his legs, bobbing your head up and down on his cock. "fuuuuuck baby that's." he groaned, his hands on your head , pushing you further down on his cock , you gagged on his cock , spit spilling out from the cornrs of your mouth. "make a mess on my cock." this is all he wanted , was to feel your mouth on him, alone on his bedroom; away from everyone — anton clearly didn't get the memo. "hyung food is — oh my god!" wonbin quickly picked up a pillow chucking it at the poor boy who was already trying to get out the room. "can't even get a second of peace in the damn dorm." the moment was clearly gone, you pulled off of him, he tucked himself away. "get dressed." he said. "where are we going?"

"to your house , im not gonna walk around with a hard on because they don't know what

𐙚 : SEUNGHAN ֶָ֢ !

his only worry is if they saw you or not; if they didn't then oh well they should've knocked , he's not gonna focus on it for too long especially if you still want to continue after. "you feeling good princess." he slowly rocked his hips , his cock dragging along your walls, your sweet cunt fluttering around him , both of you in complete ecstacy. "hannie." he hushed you up with a kiss. "shh baby, don't want them to hear how pretty you are." he groaned. you looked so pretty, your chest heaving up and down , tits bouncing with every thrust — your pretty does eyes looking up at him, you looked so good. "fuck baby you're perfect, gonna fill you up with my cum." you were on cloud nine, so you didn't hear the door open or shotaro walking in — you just felt seunghan covering your naked body. "oh fuck im so sorry." he ran out closing the door. "who was that?" he didn't say anything , just continued to rock his hips, you moaned out.

"don't worry about it princess — fuck, just keep your eyes on me pretty girl."

𐙚 : SOHEE ֶָ֢ !

#1 munch right here!! he doesn't care if someone is in the room , when his mouth is on your pretty cunt , lapping up everything you had to offer; your hands yanking at his hair signaling for him to slow down. "fu-fuck sohee." you moaned. "slow down , your friends are still outside." he hummed against your cunt , but he didn't slow down; so drunk on your pussy he couldn't bring himself to slow down, his nose brushing against your clit. "fu-fuck hee, im gonna cum." you whimpered , tugging at his hair , he moaned out. you both swore you locked the door — but that was proven wrong when the door opened , sungchan walking; both of you making eye contact , you shrieked. "of yn im sorry." he covered his eyes, walking out. "so-sohee fuck stop." you pulled him off of you. "what baby?" he wiped his plump red lips. "did you not hear the door open , sungchan walked in." you were heavy breathing. "it's alright baby." he smirked , kissing your clit.

"you should've let him stay , so he can see how pretty you look with you're cumming on my face."

𐙚 : ANTON ֶָ֢ !

he is mortified — the last thing he wanted was for one of his hyungs to walk in on him and you in the current position you were in; but you insisted that you'd be quiet, and he really couldn't say no, especially when you were grinding against his hardening cock. "oh-oh fuck." he moaned, you shushed him. "they'll hear you if you keep making noises." you groaned against his ear, biting down on his lobe. "ca-can't help it." his big hands in your ass, rocking back and forth. "you feel so good." he sighed. wonbin didn't mean any harm , he swore — but the he could've sworn he heard a pained noise coming from antons room; and he didnt know you were there— which lead to him opening the door. "anton you okay?" the horror on all of your faces, wonbin quickly shuffling out the room, yelling "lock the door next time!" it's safe to say both of you were even to scared to continue. "even with the door locked, the fact that he knows what we're doing is haunting me." you climbed off of him.

"i swear i won't even kiss you when he's around , i won't be able to look him in the eyes again."

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through the phone

lawyer!eunseok x sahm!reader | 5.5k words

contains: phone sex, neglecting workaholic husband and lonely housewife

Eunseok took his glasses off in an attempt to clear his mind. Sometimes the absence of clear vision saved him from becoming overstimulated to the point of no return. The numbers for the collection billing turning to a black blur did help ease the incoming stress migraine that was forming on the sides of his head. He squeezed his eyes shut for good measure and put his elbows on the table so he could try and massage out the tension with his fingers.

The end of the quarter always was the worst time. No matter how much extra work Eunseok did to try and alleviate the stress of deadlines there was always so much work to be done.

Sometimes it felt like the people he oversaw were working against him. He knew that he couldn’t blame the new paralegals too much, but some of their support seemed to be a hinderance. Sohee wrote chicken scratch in the margins of notes, Anton misspelled names on client documents, and the two had terrible organization skills. Eunseok spent a majority of the first night rereading the top of documents over and over again, sorting and stapling things that were supposed to be sorted and stapled a long time ago.

His surprise audit and early collection of everyone’s notes was meant to put fear in their hearts. They were supposed to feel guilty for forcing their hardworking boss to do extra work. The point that might’ve been missed isn't worth the headache Eunseok is putting himself through. He just can’t bring himself to threaten with unemployment—it’s a fatal flaw of his easygoing character—so he resorts to more troublesome methods for himself instead. He just prays that Sohee and Anton don’t forget the fear they felt getting their reports taken after Eunseok warned them about the deadline weeks in advance.

Even if this proved a point, Eunseok still lost. He was here in the office by himself past business hours, papers stacked on his desk and numbers on his computer being ran over again and again.

Eunseok hated not being home. He made the impossible rule to keep his work and home life separate, even when he became the manager of the firm and he took on a larger workload than he expected. At most he thought being home being home before midnight was wishful thinking, not actually impossible. But even when he wasn't at work he thought about work, anytime he saw numbers he envisioned a countdown, anytime he saw landscapes he thought of mountains of papers and numbers, and anytime he saw his kids he thought about the younger paralegals he was essentially babysitting everyday.

The end of the quarter brought out the worst in him. The work he was grateful for turned into something he hated. He hated being the leader of a team where everyone looked up to him and he was responsible for the oversight of operations and recruiting new attorneys for the next quarter. He hated that he had all this work to do by the end of the week if he wanted to keep his job up and running.

Eunseok let his forehead fall to the dark mahogany edge of his desk and let out a deep sigh. His large rolling chair leaned forward with him, and Eunseok took a moment to try and recenter himself. The job is awful, but it pays well. He’s doing good work, he's helping people who need help, and he’s due for that bonus and a vacation to Tulum. He has you and a family photo perched on his desk, right by his monitor when he needs an extra reminder of who he’s doing all this for. Eunseok lifts his head to see you smiling back at him and sighs again.

What a terrible fate that to take care of his loved ones he has to be so far away. Locked in his office towards the top of the building like the Rapunzel of Wallstreet. You’re probably Sleeping Beauty, at home by yourself, waiting for your prince to come. He misses his kids, his daughter who was going through a Disney phase and his son who was going through a phase that made him hate all of those movies.

Eunseok looks at the analog clock hanging on the wall. The green digital time tells him his kids are fast asleep, another night he’s missed of reading bedtime stories and kissing his babies on the forehead. He figuratively smacks his palm against his face when he realizes he was supposed to call you a long time ago. Another night of you attempting to wait up for him despite neither of you knowing when he’s coming home.

All of this is ironic, when Eunseok first started this job as a paralegal he was always able to make it home in time for dinner. He always left his cubicle exactly at five, turning off his desktop and grabbing his suitcase before cramming onto the 7 train until he made it to Flushing. Now he drives to work in a fancy Cadillac and being home before dawn seems like a luxury.

He closes his eyes again trying to remember the last time he was sitting at the dinner table with you and his kids. The memory is fading of asking what they were doing in school and getting enthusiastic replies back. He was starting to forget what non-reheated food tasted like and what age his kids were. Sometimes Eunseok was scared that they were forgetting who he was, and that he would just become a man who slept under the same roof as them. He should really find a work-life balance before he becomes the person he swore he never be.

When this quarter comes to a close he’ll really do it. He’ll start forcing the paralegals to do their own work, maybe even the lawyers too. He’ll have a strict work schedule, office hours he abides by with no exceptions. He will do it all once that bonus hits and he hands in these finished reports.

But right now, as New York creeps further into the night he is stuck here. He has one more report to go over and a few logs to verify, but then he’s home before he faces another marathon tomorrow. He just needs something to get him through this last hour, and running his fingers over your framed photo like you've died isn’t enough.

Eunseok puts his glasses back on but still ignores the numbers on the computer to reach for the corded office phone instead. The millions of buttons on the office phone is confusing and he feels like a caveman when he tries to use it. Eunseok always entertained the idea of hiring a personal assistant, but he actually had to hire a receptionist when he unboxed your gift for his office. You picked the phone out, the brown finish to match the desk you also picked out and the red details of the phone matches his lounge chair that you also picked out. He always thought the red was a little too bold, but you always complimented the way Eunseok looked in red. So he dealt with the eyesore and offset the boldness with black furniture. The buttons on the office phone are bothersome, but he knows exactly what to press to reach the house.

When the phone rings Eunseok leans back in his chair. He knows the ringing on the bedside table will wake you up, but still he’s nervous. What if you’re mad at him for waking you up at such a terrible time, what if you’re mad he’s missed another day with his family? Eunseok chews on his nails as he swivels his chair side to side. He takes his hand out of his mouth to flick at the large monstera plant standing tall and healthy next to his desk. He thumbs the large leaf between his fingers, letting his glasses slide down his nose.

Before Eunseok loses hope the call connects. It’s a loud and short click, there’s silence and he’s frozen in his chair waiting for what he’s going to hear on the other end of the line.

“Eunseok?” Your voice is husky from being pulled out of your sleep. He imagines your eyes are still closed and the phone is just resting on the side of your face as you try to wake yourself up. Eunseok leans further into his seat. “Is everything okay?” You ask.

He’s spending another late night in the office instead of sleeping in bed with you. His only companions right now are the green plants you bought for him and the smiling photos of you on his desk. He was running so low on steam that he had to just hear your voice for a little motivation to continue working himself like a dog.

“I’m okay.” He lies. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”

Your tired hum is barely picked up. Eunseok starts picking at the corner of his black mousepad trying to ignore that feeling in the pit of his stomach.

“Well.” Your voice is husky, crackling right into his ear. He can’t stop the shiver up his spine. His hand that doesn’t hold the phone clasps in on itself, until his fingers graze his sweaty palm. “Here’s my voice.” You say.

“What about the kids?” He asks.

“Eunseok.” He can hear you turning in the bed to check the time next to you. His name floats between your two landlines for a moment, and he can hear you sigh. “You know they went to bed hours ago.” You say.

“I know." He tugs at the extension cord of the phone, wrapping the coil around his fingers. He hears the frustrated edge to your voice and how tired you are. He prays you take pity on him and forgive him for calling you this late at night. He hopes you forgive him for using you as a distraction and wasting your night. "Did anything interesting happen to them at school today?” He asks.

Eunseok hears you sigh on the other end of the line. He can hear your hand rubbing over your face and he feels that tension headache forming at his forehead again.

“You should really find the time to ask them yourself, Eunseok.” He draws in a breath and he can hear you moving. “They’re good at adjusting, they’re alot like you. But they feel your absence, you know?” You continue.

He can barely stand to hear that. He doesn’t remember the last time he saw his kids when they weren’t already asleep or being herded out the door to be rushed to school. He has to shake his head when he remembers his own childhood and he has to hold the phone a little tighter to forget it completely.

The fact that you hesitated tells him you’ve thought about this for awhile. He wonders when exactly you noticed your children noticing his empty space at the dinner table. He knows you’ve vouched for him in the past. His son was alot like him but his daughter was like you. She didn’t develop the ability to keep a secret yet, so when Eunseok apologized for falling asleep in the middle of telling her a story she was unfazed. His daughter read the book herself, thumbing to the next page while saying Mommy told us you work alot and we shouldn’t wake you up even if you fall asleep in the middle of your sentence. He didn’t know her vocabulary had gotten so developed, but she was just going through the book to look at the pictures.

Eunseok’s knew you kept your grievances to yourself to not upset the children. If they asked, you told them their father was working hard and hopes that they had a good day at school. You kissed your children an extra time on the forehead for him and only brought up Eunseok’s abscence in the family when he brought it up first. Your empathy hurts Eunseok, because you force him to become a man that has to talk about how he’s feeling.

You never withheld information about your kids, you never rubbed it in that you got to spend more time with them. He doesn’t know how you have so much patience for him, even when he’s so tired coming home he can barely reach out his arm to hold you. You always woke up and buried your head in his chest, bringing him closer and sighing so contently like he never left. The fact that he’s constantly so locked into his work he can barely muster the energy to call pains him.

“I know, I really do.” Eunseok speaks truthfully into the line. He sighs himself, leaning deeper into his chair.

His voice must’ve been desperate enough because he hears you hum again as your sleepy mind tries to recollect how their days went. He can imagine the gears turning in your mind, and he feels another pull at his chest.

“Well your son has that soccer game this weekend. Your daughter’s school play is next week. They’ve been preparing for that like crazy, it’s all either of them talk about.” You answer.

Eunseok remembers seeing you put together your daughters costume for the play, and picking his son up from practice when you had to go to a doctor’s appointment.

He gets all the quick updates throughout your day, ranging from taking the kids to practice to cleaning the house to making dinner to doing practically everything else. He has missed every single practice and rehearsal for his kids, forcing you to take on the role of being the active parent in addition to you living your life. He wouldn’t be able to do what he does here if you weren’t working tirelessly from sunrise to sunset. Times like this is when that all really hits him. Eunseok is taken aback by the fact that you were probably on your feet all day and still have the energy to humor him this late at night. He also realizes that you two have fallen into the roles you told yourselves you'd never fall in to. You swore to be a modern couple, where the husband becomes a stay at home Dad and the wife becomes the CEO.

“Thank you for all that you do.” Eunseok says after a beat of silence.

“I like doing it. Thank you for all you do.” Eunseok can hear you trying to sound clear on the other end of the line. He hears you making an attempt to wake yourself up to be the energizer he needs while you imagine a life where your husband comes home in the evening. “How’s everything going?” You ask.

Eunseok has told you the gist of what’s going on at his job. In the moments when you are both awake when you get ready to start your day and Eunseok reluctantly gets ready for his, you two can occasionally have a conversation. Sometimes it feels like two old friends catching up over a cup of coffee, or estranged lovers when you lean in close to fix his tie.

Over time you’ve picked up how stressful this time of year is for him, and how he has to manage so many people. He tries his best to hide the immense pressure he’s under, but over the years and being able to pick up on his body language he knows you can tell. You let him know you’re there for support in your own little ways. Rubbing out his tense shoulders or fixing his posture when he’s slouched eating reheated dinner. Slipping in tiny notes into his lunchbox. Nursing his dying office plants back to life. Answering phone calls in the middle of the night. You do things for Eunseok that lets him know he’s not alone and that you see the work he does for you and your family. Just thinking about it is enough to get him to blast through the rest of these reports, but it also makes him miss you so much it feels like his heart is about to beat out of his chest and swim across the Hudson to find you.

“It’s alot, but I’m almost done.” He answers.

Silence on the other end of the line. Eunseok pushed his glasses back up his nose and tries to listen for snoring.

“They have you working hard for that corner office.” You say.

Eunseok laughs to himself and realizes he hasn’t done that in God knows how long. Everything has been too serious to him as of late, he’s been so worried and stressed that he’s kept nothing but a straight face. He thinks by the end of this he will have stress lines embedded into his skin.

“I have to atleast put three hours in before they let me roll up the blinds.” He adds.

Now it’s your turn to laugh on the other end of the line. Eunseok can’t stop himself from smiling at your quiet laughter, even when you sigh wistfully directly into his ear.

“That view is to die for, though. You can basically see the whole city from up there.” You say.

Eunseok turns in his chair, making the cord from the office phone strain to follow him. You were right, Eunseok could see the whole city from up here. Even at night the lit up buildings were beautiful, and in the daytime it was so breathtaking it even made his two rowdy kids stop mid cartwheel to press their grubby hands to the glass.

“I still remember when you visited me here.”

Eunseok remembers the feeling of pride swelling in his chest at the sight of his family loving the office he got in his promotion. He smiled at your wide eyes as you asked him if this was really his office now. Ever since then he’s worked extra hard to keep it.

Another beat of silence. Eunseok thinks you’ve really fallen asleep this time.

“Which time?” You ask. “Because I’ve been there a couple times.”

The change in your voice is too obvious, the shuffling on the other end of the line makes Eunseok’s heart drop. He feels anticipation already swelling in his chest.

There was that time you brought the family to see the office for the first after you picked the kids up from school, there was that time you came by for an office party. You drop by atleast once a week to have lunch with Eunseok on his break, or when you forced him to leave to stop him from working too hard.

But there was also that one time you showed up after everyone had left only wearing that long fur coat Eunseok bought you and red stockings. He was sitting in the same chair he was now when you revealed your big surprise to him, you even took the time to tie a bow around your waist. Eunseok has never forgotten about his work as fast as he did then, he’s never done anything as risky as pushing your naked body against the big glass windows of his corner office. You two did less than savory things for the better half of an hour, before Eunseok pulled you into the back of a taxi to finish the job at home. Just thinking about it made him pull at his tie to loosen it around his neck.

“Which time were you talking about, Seok?” You repeat.

You haven’t said his nickname with that type of infliction in your voice in ages. Eunseok feels that churn in his stomach at the thought of you in front of him.

“I was thinking about the first time—”

“The first time I sucked your dick underneath your desk?” You interrupt.

Eunseok starts using his other hand to grip the edges of his office chair. When he looked down at the space that you fit into perfectly he gets lightheaded. The delirium from caffeine and lack of sleep makes Eunseok see you vividly, he can feel the way your hands pressed into his thighs as you did your best to take all of him.

“Or the first time you bent me over it?” You continue.

He can’t stop his dick from pressing against the fabric of his slacks. When he adjusts himself in his office chair he rubs against his clothes in a way that makes him sigh directly into the phone as he sinks lower into the cushion.

“I still remember that time you were on the phone with those clients that were really rude to you—“

“The delivery company from Staten Island?” Eunseok interjects because he’s too excited remembering that time with you. He feels pride swell in your chest when you make a sound of recollection on your end of the line.

“I remember they called you on the phone and I was sitting in your lap. Your voice started to get all shaky when I started grinding on you—“

“I remember.” Eunseok interrupts you again because he can barely stand hearing you repeat it back to him. He still has scratch marks on the lip of his desk where you were holding onto it for stability. He still has the underwear you were wearing that day locked in the bottom drawer of his desk.

“You hung up on them so fast when they started asking you why you were breathing all heavy.” You finish.

Eunseok hums and readjusts in his seat. His sensitive dick rubs against his slacks and he lets out a shaky breath. He slowly lets himself grind against his pants, the slightest bit of friction makes him grip the armrest of his chair.

“Are you alone?” You ask.

Eunseok chuckles dryly at your terribly timed question. You should’ve asked it before you tortured him with memories of you two being together. He lets go of the side of his chair and presses the base of his palm into his straining dick. The force is almost too much, and the fact that he hasn’t touched himself in forever makes everything more intense.

“I’m alone.” Eunseok quickly reaches for the string hat brings the shutters down his windows. “Are you?” He asks.

“Yes I’m alone Seok. I was waiting for you.” You say.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He immediately gives into your taunts, remorse and desperation makes him almost whine for your forgiveness. “I’m here now, though.” He says.

You hum and Eunseok can hear you place the phone on your chest. The speaker of the phone presses to his ear with your heartbeats and he can hear the sound of sheets moving.

He already knows you’re undressing yourself, starting with your bottoms. Eunseok can hear the muffled sound of effort as the sheets rustle some more. He presses the heel of his hand deeper into his crotch, until he can’t fight the urge to grind his hips against his palm.

“What are you wearing?” You ask him quietly.

He continues slowly grinding as he looks down to his feet. His legs are already spread across his carpet, out in front of him for maximum comfort.

“I’m wearing those black suede dress shoes you bought me last year for Christmas.” He says. He clicks the tips of his shoes together three times, maybe you’ll appear in front of him on his desk the same way you’re on the bed.

“They’re comfy right?” You ask desperately.

Hearing the tilt in your voice makes Eunseok sink deeper into his office chair. He moves only his hand so he can fully focus on your question.

“I can be in them all day no problem.” Your shaky breath comes through the phone and Eunseok smiles. He can see the look of relief you get when he praises you. He imagines you’re still trying to take it slow, only applying light pressure to your clit to match his excitement. “Everyone compliments them all the time. I tell everyone my wife got them for me.” He adds.

“I love when you call me that.” You whimper on the other end of the line. “What else? You’re wearing that gray suit I laid out for you this morning right?”

“Yeah baby. But I got a little cold so I put on my black sweater.” He says.

“Take it off for me. Please.” You beg.

It’s been too long. He’s had trouble mustering up the energy to do anything beyond a few pecks on the cheek. At his worst there were times he was so tired he couldn’t get it up, just apologizing profusely while scissoring his fingers into your cunt. There were also times you had to do all the work in bed too, using his body merely as a vessel to get all of your frustrations out.

The begging tone in your voice is different from the times you were demanding him to give you one more, and that you weren’t done with him yet. You already sound like you’re close. But he only blames himself for not touching you in so long. He was unfortunately too busy thinking about how to reprimand his paralegals without being too mean to do things to you. Your tolerance for teasing in bed and your endurance had slimmed down, making you already teeter on the edge before Eunseok could even start with the dirty talk.

But he has to admit he’s proud you haven’t slipped your fingers inside of yourself. The last person on Earth that listens to him; you wait because he hasn’t told you to do it yet.

He feels that pride swell in his chest and it mixes with the intense longing. He listens to your plea, purposefully making extra noise with his belt so you might be able to hear it. Eunseok scoots his office chair across the dark carpet until his legs are under the desk. He lets his dress pants fall to his ankles, and he shivers at the cold air of his office. There’s already a splotch from precum seeping through his briefs, and Eunseok moans when he sees himself twitch. You moan back, helpless and weak as you try to think of what to say next.

“Did you take it off?” You ask.

“Just down to my ankles.” Eunseok folds his waistband just enough for his dick to spring free. It slaps against his stomach. He wishes you could see how pink and angry his tip is and how his dick pulses at the mere thought of you. “Can’t wait.”

“Me neither.” You huff.

Eunseok wraps his hand around his tip, letting the sticky precum coat his palm. When he has enough he slowly thrusts up into his hand, gripping the phone with all of his might.

“You’re already playing with yourself, right?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You whine.

“What are you doing?”

When you answer with a whine again Eunseok has to add a little more bass to his voice. He needs you to stay with him even if he’s miles away. Him rutting into his hands in his office when he should be doing work is barbaric. This goes against everything Eunseok practices, it’s a risk and if he thinks about what he’s doing too much he’ll never finish. He needs the visual of what you’re doing on the other end of the line. You laying on top of the covers with your eyes closed trying to keep your moans quiet is beautiful. The way your body is screaming for more is poetic, like an innate part of you needs him to get off.

“Tell me everything.” He orders lightly.

“I’m on top of the bed because it was getting too hot underneath the covers.” You say.

Eunseok hums in acknowledgment and tightens his hand around the base of his dick. He’s slow and squeezes himself out, trying to match the steady tone you attempt to have in your voice.

“I only took my bottoms off because I’m too impatient.” You continue.

Eunseok disapprovingly clicks his tongue at you as if he’s any better. He’s the one that’s fucking his hand with his pants around his ankles.

“And I’m only touching my clit with two fingers, the way you always do it.”

Your words are high-pitched now. Eunseok can hear you trying so hard to hold on.

“What’s your other hand doing baby?” Eunseok asked.

“Holding the phone.” You sighed.

Eunseok finally let his hand speed up. He had the perfect visual of you now, and he could fill in the gaps of the details you missed. He’s sure you’re squirming on top of the mattress and arching your back when something felt particularly good. Eunseok is locked onto his dick, he watches a glob of spit fall on his shaft before his hand uses it as extra lubrication.

He tries his best to mimic the way you’d pulse and close in around his dick. His hand isn’t warm enough and he can feel spaces in his fingers. Nothing can come close to emulating you or what’s between your legs. It’s futile, it almost makes Eunseok cry into the phone about how much he needs to fuck you in his office again. He tries to find a solution elsewhere, if he can’t see you or feel it maybe he can hear it.

“Put her on the phone.” Eunseok tugs at himself again and his back arches from the chair. “I wanna hear her.” He huffs.

Eunseok can hear your quick okay then the sound of the phone pulling away from your breathy moans. He presses the phone as deep as he can to his ear, as he imagines your current position. Legs bent with one hand on your clit while the other brings the phone between your legs. Eunseok holds his breath at how shameless and compromised you probably look just to follow his orders.

Then it breaks through. The lewd wet sound of your fingers slinking down to tease your entrance. His mouth waters at the thought of you coating your fingers, purposefully moving a little faster and rougher so the sound is more prominent. You just do so much just for his benefit, and all he has to do is work for you. You are too giving to Eunseok’s take, it makes him feel like a terrible husband but also lights a fire so deep in his stomach that his hand picks up the speed.

“Did you hear it?” You sound like you’ve run a mile when you pant into the phone.

Eunseok nods, as if you’re right in front of him before he releases his bottom lip from his teeth.

“I heard it.” Eunseok feels his throat go dry and he’s swear he can taste you. “You’re so wet.” He whispers.

“I am.” Your voice trembles on the other side of the line, the same way you always did when he would sink into you. “My fingers are just sliding in and out.”

The visual description and astonishment in your voice makes Eunseok rut into his hand. He does it so abruptly the things shake on his desk and he almost pitches forward to really focus on fucking his hand. He fights everything in him to remain sitting upright, cursing directly into the phone through clenched teeth.

”Fuck.”

“Can I hear you, too?” Your question is pushed out when you slide your fingers back in.

Lust makes your question sound like an order, and Eunseok is humming yes baby into the receiver when the pulls his phone from his face.

Eunseok woke his computer screen up by his sudden movements. He averts his eyes from the numbers to look down underneath his desk. The sight is dirty. If he told himself as an intern he’d be in a fancy corner office jerking his dick off extra loud so his wife could hear it through the phone he would’ve had a heart attack from the shock. Quiet and professional Eunseok would never do such a thing. But now he moves his hand a little faster for your benefit, biting his lip so hard he thinks he might draw blood.

He keeps going, getting lost in the debauched circumstances of it all. He feels like a caveman chasing after something so primal while pretending like you’re right there. If he could have his way he’d look up from his dick and see you laid out on his desk the same way you were on the bed, hand between your legs while you looked directly at him.

Eunseok brought the phone back up to his ear, swallowing deep because it felt like his tie was choking him.

“Could you hear it, baby?” He asked.

“I heard it.” Eunseok can hear you squirming on top of the sheets. You always needed his hand planted on your waist to stop you from moving so much. “She misses you.” You finally stutter over the line.

When Eunseok puts his phone between his shoulder and chin he can smell you. Your hand lotion still lingers on his clothes from when you smoothed his dress shirt this morning. When he closes his eyes he can see you teetering around his office, holding up the dying monstera leaves and frowning at their droop.

“I miss you.” Eunseok says it clearly, fucking into his hand faster than before.

“I miss you too.” He knows you’re fingers have sped up by the way your voice has gotten pathetic and quiet. “I haven’t seen you in so long.” You say.

Even though you technically saw him this morning, he understands completely what you mean. You two haven’t seen eachother in weeks. Eunseok hasn’t had enough time to do something like kissing your shoulder or pulling you close throughout the day. You’re too sweet to complain about it. Even now when you should be mad you only sound weak and apologetic, like you’re the neglecting workaholic husband and he’s the lonely housewife.

“I know baby, I’ll make it up to you.” He has to grip the middle of the phone tight to keep his voice even. ”You’re close though, right?” Eunseok asks.

His steady tone only makes you fall deeper. One of your legs slides out from underneath you, your other digs into the mattress. You went back to rubbing your clit, the absence of Eunseok’s fingers inside of you makes it impossible to cum from just penetration. Rubbing tight circles on your swollen bud gets the job done, because within seconds you’re fighting your thighs from closing tight around your fidgeting hand.

“Keep your legs spread.” Eunseok grunts into the phone. “Don’t stop either.”

It’s like he’s here in the room with you, right beside you on the bed. Even though you say nothing you’re sure he can hear and see it all, that he’s already painted himself an accurate picture of yourself.

“Are you close?” You ask.

Eunseok looks down again. He’s almost in pain from the impeding orgasm. He can feel his spit-slicked veins bump against his hand, and his sensitive tip still leaks precum. He can’t stop himself from twitching in his hand, and he can feel the coil in his stomach tightening.

“So close.” Eunseok seethes behind his teeth. “I’m so close.” He continues.

He has to hold his phone up with his shoulder to free his other hand. He quickly reaches across his desk, making sure to not hit anything in the process of grabbing tissues. He pulls them out in a frenzy, readjusting the phone to keep it in place. He needs to hear your muffled sounds clearly as he continues tugging on himself.

He’s quick with preparing the tissues and faster with his other hand. He wonders if the lewd sound filters through the phone the same way it does in his spacious office. Part of him wants to pry, to ask in a low voice if you know how bad he wishes his hand was yours. He hopes you know he’s imagining you in the empty space underneath his desk. Eunseok takes mercy because he assumes you’re too busy to notice, because you’re practically crying while you beg Eunseok to cum first.

He’s methodical with it. His neck is bent at an odd angle to keep the phone up but he ignores the pain as he balls up the tissues preemptively. He leans back in his cozy office chair, closing his eyes to get lost in your voice.

“I already came.” You moan.

“Good.” Eunseok coos at you before you can apologize for indulging in something you so clearly needed. He can’t stand the idea of you apologizing almost as much as he can’t stand that he wasn’t the one who did it for you.

He stills his hand and begins thrusting his hips upwards through his fist. He tightens it even more until there’s a struggle, until he has to grunt from the effort to get his tip to poke out from the top. He imagines your tongue laving his angry tip and your hands rubbing over his flexed stomach. “Just keep talking to me. I’m almost there.” He says.

“Eunseokie.” Eunseok hums loudly to your whimper, and he squeezes his eyes tight. He is losing his resolve with each passing second. He is panting into the phone by the time you speak again. “Is the view nice?” You ask.

He screws his eyes shut tighter. His loudest moan rips through his office as he leans back into his seat.

“It’s beautiful baby.” Eunseok says quietly.

“I wanna see it again soon.” You say. “There’s so many things we haven’t done in there yet.”

Eunseok doesn’t get the chance to tell you that he’ll get an apartment closer to the office because he thrusts into his hand one final time. His full body relaxes into his office chair and he works his hand one more time before he feels it. Relief spreading across his body and warm cum spurting from his tip. It’s a dribble at first, sliding down Eunseok’s fist and getting between his fingers. Then it’s a mess, getting on his thighs and his desk. He’s too strung out to use the tissues clutched in his hand, he has no choice but to ride it out completely. Your voice on the other end of the line doesn’t help. You’re a cooing mess, your bothered voice talks him through the orgasm that wracks through his body.

“I can hear you.” You tell him.

“I swear I can feel you.” He whimpers.

“I’m there. And you’ll be home soon, too.” You assure.

Another wave of pleasure comes through him. Eunseok’s toes crack in his dress shoes and his glasses are all the way down to the tip of his nose when he opens his eyes again. He has partial vision, everything is blurred and wobbling when his thighs shake.

“Shit.” He feels the droplets of cum on his thigh cool and he sees the mess he was trying to prevent. He lets his dick go and it helplessly flops to his thigh. Still everything about him is sensitive, he shivers when he gently presses the crumbled tissues to his sensitive inner thigh. “Fuck.” He curses.

“Did you make a mess?” You ask on the other end of the line.

Eunseok looks at his wet hand. He uses the tissues to dab off the wet trail marks and finishes cleaning up by wiping his palm across his black sweater. He grimaces at the thought of defiling his cashmere, but he needs a free hand to hold the phone to his other ear.

“A little bit.” His voice is weak and hoarse as he talks.

You hum. He knows you’re sleepy again, and for a moment he selfishly wants to rile you up again just so you can offer to take a cab to come clean him up. But Eunseok has kept you from your sleep long enough, and he also feels exhausted. He’s been at this desk looking at numbers all day and just came so hard it made his whole body shake. He thinks he could sleep for a week straight if given the chance.

“Can the rest of your work wait until tomorrow?” You yawn.

Eunseok pulls the bottom of the phone away from his mouth to yawn. His balled fist in front of his mouth forces him to smell himself and he grimaces again. He can tell that he won’t be able to make sense of these numbers and reports for the rest of the night. He reaches underneath his desk to pull his slacks back up his legs.

“It can.” He answers.

“Okay. I’ll wait up for you.” You say.

He can hear the smile in your voice. Eunseok tells you he loves you a million times before he hangs up the phone.

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