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[goldcnfish]

🐶 myung jaehyun : best friends to lovers.

genre : fluff, romance, fem!reader sfw : kissing, light teasing (neck kisses), cuddling

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this was… much.

your best friend, myung jaehyun, was staying at your house for the weekend since his parents were on some business trip. he had just gotten out of the shower after you, so you were helping him dry his hair.

the bedroom was pretty silent. the air was intensely awkward. you two had never been this close to each other before. but at the same time, you liked it.

you secretly liked jaehyun and everything about him. mainly how he always managed to smell like strawberries, your favorite fruit.

but you would never tell him. after all — what if he didn’t like you back? he went to the same university as you, and was really popular with girls. how did you know he didn’t already have some sort of secret girlfriend?

after about 15 minutes, you decided the break the silent atmosphere by saying,

“your hair is really soft after you wash it.”

jaehyun’s eyes looked at you through the mirror. all he said was, “thanks.” he seemed to be uncomfortable, too. after all, he’d never expected you to do something like this. “so, why did you feel the need to do this?”

“i don’t know. is there nothing wrong with me helping you?”

“no. not at all. it’s just…” jaehyun paused, thinking about his choices of words. “it’s very… intimate.”

the atmosphere shifted from awkward to almost… romantic? there was no tension between you two anymore. well, there was, but it wasn’t where it was awkwardly silent.

you plugged in the hairdryer and began drying his hair while combing it. you grinned at how silly jaehyun looked in his reflection. to poke fun at him, you took two rubber bands and put his hair into goofy ponytails.

“look at you. how adorable.”

jaehyun glared. “seriously? i’m gonna kill you.” he got up and chased you around the room. you two looked like two toddlers playing freeze tag.

soon, jaehyun grabbed you, and threw you on the bed, beginning to tickle you.

“haha! okay, i’m sorry! i’ll take them out!” you pleaded, nearly losing your breath from how hard you were laughing.

he got off of you. “you better.” he sat back in your chair, as you took the pigtails, and finished drying his hair.

after a while, a thought popped into your head. you didn’t know if it was the right time, but you were tempted to ask if jaehyun was single.

clearing your throat, you ask, “hey, jae, you’re popular with girls, right? is there a girl you have your eye on?” you studied his facial expressions.

your eyes slightly widened at his face turning red. did that mean he liked someone? was it you? was it someone at your school?

“there is one.”

you gulped. you wanted him to keep going and say the name. but you also didn’t want to pry into his business.

“right. i was just curious, that’s all.” you said casually, and continued to comb his hair.

he softly chuckled. “you wanna know who she is. i can tell.”

“what? no, i don’t. it’s none of my business.”

“your right eye twitches when you lie.” jaehyun’s eyes were looking at your right eye so obviously spasming. damn you, nerves.

you shrugged your shoulders as if it was no big deal, but on the inside, you were panicking up a storm. “if you don’t wanna tell me, that’s fine. no big deal.”

he could tell you were trying to act causal. it was cute.

“well… she goes to our university, she’s in my psych 101 class, and she’s someone i’ve been knowing basically all my life.”

you furrowed your eyebrows. this mystery girl did sound familiar.

and then it dawned on you.

it was you.

you go to the same uni, you’re in his psych 101 class, and you’ve been knowing him since you were in preschool.

you could not believe it. jaehyun liked you. he actually liked you. and he just indirectly admitted it.

jaehyun’s lips curled into a smirk as soon as you realized.

you looked at him, with shocked eyes. “you… like me?”

suddenly, he stood up, and faced you. he was up close and personal. so close, your nose gently nuzzled against his.

“i do. maybe too much.”

you chuckled at that, but wondered, “then why did you date so many girls? why didn’t you just date me?”

“i was scared. scared that you’d reject me. and i didn’t want to ruin our friendship.”

unbelievable. he felt the exact same way as you did. the atmosphere was most definitely romantic, now.

you grabbed his hand. “i disagree. i’d say this is an upgrade on our status.”

he chuckled, and brought you in closer, pulling you into a warm hug. his strawberry aroma was even stronger now. you closed your eyes, taking in his scent.

breaking the hug, you found yourself realizing jaehyun was leaning in for something. something intimate. something romantic.

“can i kiss you?”

this was it. it was finally happening. and you were happier than ever.

“yes,” was the only thing you muttered. and just like that, his soft, tender lips found their way to yours. the kiss was sweeter than candy, and you found yourself savoring every moment.

however, you didn’t know what to do what your arms or hands. helping you, jaehyun took your arms and wrapped them around his neck, giving you the opportunity to feel comfortable.

before you knew it, you both were backing up towards your bed, falling onto it. jaehyun was now on top of you, still kissing you with so much passion and affection.

you shivered as jaehyun’s lips made way towards your neck, leaving gentle kisses on it. your hands slipped under his shirt, feeling his chest. he must work out a lot.

“teasing me, beautiful?”

“nah. just getting a feel of you.”

“in that case, keep going.” he whispered.

after some time of making out, you both got under the sheets, and snuggled against each other. you couldn’t get enough of jaehyun’s strawberry smell.

“jaehyun, do you think things will change between us after tonight?” you asked, listening to his heartbeat as your head was laid on his chest.

“not at all. in fact, i think things will only get better, now that we have each other. like you said, our status upgraded from friendship to relationship. and that’s probably the healthiest way to get into one.” jaehyun replies, playing with your hair.

you raised your head up to look into his eyes. “i’m so glad to have you.”

“you, too.” jaehyun grabs your hand and pecks the palm. “hey, i got this book about golden retrievers, my favorite dog breed. wanna read it with me?”

you nodded. it was ironic, because he reminded you so much of a golden retriever.

jaehyun got up and grabbed the book from his bag, before laying back down beside you. as he began reading it, you found yourself already sleepy from his calming voice. it sort of felt like he was reading you a bedtime story.

as your eyes slowly shut, jaehyun softly kissed the top of your head, and your ears muffled out something he whispered.

“i love you.”

a/n: friends to lovers is the superior trope. argue with the air.

[goldcnfish]

i see beauty in everything you do - h.taesan

requested by anon!

warnings: taesan x fem!reader, reader has low self-esteem, mentions of insecurities, model!taesan x camera shy!reader, extrovert taesan x homebody reader

genre: fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.5k

taesan took you out on a date and it lingered a lot of convincing before he finally persuaded you. you weren’t one who’s fond of taking pictures, going out for a walk, or discovering new places. you were more like a homebody with quite a low self-esteem. your boyfriend, on the other hand, defies the law of harmony—a model, the complete opposite of you.

taesan exudes an ethereal presence. his gaze, piercing and enigmatic; his silhouette, a living canvas adorned with the latest creations of the world's most visionary designers. he was perfect, and from the two years of dating him up to this day, you couldn’t fathom how can one so flawless be in love with you.

“would the art gallery be a good choice?” he asks, making sure you wouldn’t feel even the slightest discomfort like an itch you couldn’t scratch. “hm, yeah. sure!” you timidly answer, knowing that you probably won’t take even a single shot of a picture. he only gives you a reassuring smile. “alright, i’ll make a reservation now.”

taesan knows of it too, he’s your boyfriend after all. he knows of the doubts whispering in your head, and the gloom taking over the landscape of your mind. but he never forgets to reassure you and cheer your spirits up. affirming you with words comes out naturally to him like he was born to praise you, every feature of you. but like the loser you are, you couldn’t help but question if he really means it, or if he’s just saying it because he’s tired of your insecure ass.

“no one could ever be prettier than you.” is what he would always say.

upon arriving at the entrance of the art gallery, your eyes wandered around the people who were there as well. taesan makes sure you don’t cover your pretty face so he tried to stop you from wearing a mask today. you got dolled up for your date, but you still think you didn’t look the best. taesan clasped his fingers onto yours before walking inside the place.

you were welcomed with frames of emotion in picture form hung on the white-washed wall. it felt like the artists were speaking through your soul. you felt a rush of exhilaration and taesan noticed how your gaze were filled wonder, as if the stars themselves had descended to illuminate your eyes.

“you like it here?” you obviously do, but you still answered him “yes! it’s good we went here…” taesan placed a kiss on the top of your head. it wasn’t a while after that moment when a middle-aged woman walked up to you and said, “i think you’re prettier than those paintings.” she left with a smile, and also left you confused.

you looked at taesan, “was she talking about me?” his eyes scanned you up and down, full of adoration, before telling you that the woman was indeed talking about you. you didn’t take it seriously, thinking she must have mistaken you for someone else.

you marched to the next frame and took pleasure in the painting in front of you. taesan stood behind you as he watched you from behind. he loved how the wonders of existence that stand before him, shone brightly, worthy of honor and esteem. and then you heard the shutter of the camera, catching you off-guard. you saw the device on your boyfriend’s hand and ran up to him, asking him to show you the photo. “here, you look pretty.” he says.

“yeah, because it isn’t showing my face.”

“you still do even when it doesn’t.”

while taking a look at your photo, another stranger came up to the two of you with a smile beaming on their face, a lady who’s about the same age as you. before coming, you were prepared with how some people would probably notice your model boyfriend, and so you weren’t surprised anymore if women suddenly surrounded him and asked for his picture.

you thought this lady was the same, she has long legs, big eyes, and a bright smile ‘she looks like taesan’s type.’ you stepped away, giving them space just in case but the lady walked in your same direction and said, “hey! i love your makeup! did you do it yourself?”

you hesitated before answering in case she wasn’t referring to you, but her eyes were glued on you, making you flustered. “uh, yeah! i did my makeup today…”

“girl, you look hella nice!” she waved and left with a smile flashed on her face and did not even bat an eye at your boyfriend, and you knew she really was referring to you. taesan comes over to you, watching your cheeks turn crimson, and cupped your face with his palms.

“my girlfriend really sure is stunning.” you fanned your face, not used to receiving compliments pouring like a rain shower, one after the other. the two of you decided to take a quick rest after all the walking around the room.

“babe, can you take a photo of me? i’ll have to post it on instagram.”

“sure!” taesan posed naturally in front of the frame, making it hard to distinguish which one was a work of art. you looked through the screen with his face on it. taesan’s features were a perfect blend of symmetry and beauty, framed by meticulously styled hair that catches the light with every turn of his head.

his poses exude confidence and charisma no wonder countless brands reach out to him. you have always been a supportive girlfriend and were there for every shoot and schedule he had. you often watch the cameras flash, capturing him in a moment of timeless elegance that will grace the pages of magazines and fashion blogs nationwide.

and there you were, like a shadow lurking in the background fed with comparison, and self-doubt. insecurity wrapped around you like an invisible cloak. but taesan was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for because always brought out the best in you. he’s always there to assure you that there will never be a threat enough to make your palms sweat. in everyone’s eyes, especially in his, you have always been beautiful.

“y/n’s pretty much my muse. she carries an effortless grace that never fails to take my breath away. when it’s just the two of us, her beauty is almost overwhelming, and her beauty stands out above everyone else. when she’s curled in the couch reading a book, or walking downstairs in her pajamas with a messy bun, there’s just an effortless charm to everything she does. if only she could see herself through my eyes, she would know how much she carries a natural charm that touches my heart with warmth and grace. i wish she’s aware that in those moments where she looks at me with unwavering pure love, i know that i’m the luckiest man alive for having the privilege to call her my ‘girlfriend’.” taesan once mentioned you in one of his interviews that you never knew of.

after taking a few shots of photos, taesan invites you to take a photo together. “come here, let me brag about you on my insta too!” you hesitated at first, but you could see in his eyes how much he wanted to capture this moment with you. you barely take photos of yourself but when you do, it’s either always your side profile showing subtle features of yours, or you facing behind. it’s different when you’re with taesan, after all, he brings out the best in you.

you saw this kid, his height barely reaching taesan’s torso, staring at you for a while now. “noona, i can take a photo of you and your boyfriend.” he offers. both you and taesan lightly laughed before handing your phone to the young boy. it’s always during this time when you get self-conscious of smiling in front of others.

“hyung, i want to have a beautiful girlfriend like yours when i grow up.” when the kid caught you smiling from his comment, he took the chance to click the button and take the picture. the photo went out pretty well and you were kinda satisfied, at least your boyfriend looks good. the kid walked closer to the two of you and taesan crouched down to pat his head. “right? but what should we do? i don’t think you can find someone as pretty as her?” taesan teased.

the young boy looks up to you and said, “noona, i hope you know your boyfriend is proud of having you, as much as you’re proud of having him.” then he went back to his parents who were waiting for him with their lips curled. the multiple compliments you got today overwhelmed you in a good way, and you have never felt so good about yourself. you stood in silence, while taesan subtly grips your hand.

“did you hear that? i love you, y/n. and i’m so in love with you.” he pushes the strands of your hair behind your ears before leaning in, gently brushing his lips into yours. there is more beauty in the touch of his lips than in every fashion magazine ever printed. “now let’s go have dinner, shall we?” you agreed and walked together to the exit.

as you approach the exit, a small piece of paper falls from your back unnoticeably.

and there wrote, “please compliment my girlfriend! she deserves all the nice things in the world! -by his loving bf, taesan.”

i hope you guys loved this one! also, sorry anon if it took quite a while! pls give me your thoughts abt this short fic! enjoyed writing this one please give taesan to Me .

[goldcnfish]

wasted (leehan x fem reader) pt. 1

paring: leehan x fem reader genre: smut, fluff, angst, fuckboy!leehan, college au word count: 6k summary: hooking up with a stranger at a party is fun when said stranger is a tall, attractive philosophy major whose name you don’t learn until weeks later. warnings: explicit sex scenes, oral (female and male receiving), a lil butt action but nothing too crazy

ao3 link can be found HERE.

“You’re a new face,” remarked the rich, husky voice belonging to the stranger who had just approached you. In a house party that was relatively packed, you thought you were blending in by sticking to the wall and enjoying your solo cup full of unlabeled liquor. And yet, here was the approaching figure of a man so tall you had to crane your neck to face him, knowing nothing about you and yet still managing to observe how out of place you seemed.

“That obvious, is it?”

“Don’t worry. It’s nothing about you, per se. It’s just, these things are usually pretty tight-knit; the same people come every time. So when someone’s new, you notice,” he tells you, his slow, calm way of talking making you feel relieved and deeply curious at the same time. “Do you go to school here?” 

You nod your head in confirmation, though it feels foreign to do so when parts of you still feel more like a visitor than a student. “I just transferred here.”

He smiles hospitably at this, gesturing his arms out towards the room of people who surround you. “Welcome to our vibrant community. Please enjoy your stay. Refreshments are in the back and the ice machine is down the hall.”

You giggle genuinely at him and the sort of clumsy, awkward way his words seem to land on you. He’s the kind of person you were expecting to meet when you transferred from your rural state school to this smaller liberal arts college. There’s something almost dorky and strange about him, from the way he dresses in an oversized cardigan and big round glasses to the way he holds eye contact with you for what you deem longer than normal. And yet, his self-assuredness is crystal clear to you. It’s at this moment that you acknowledge to yourself how attractive you find him.

“Did you come here with someone?” he asks you, his posture changing so that he’s leaning into you just slightly.

“Yeah. My roommate is here somewhere—” you gesture aimlessly around you, “—probably getting tongued down in someone’s bathroom.”

At this point, you had been fighting off the inclination to assume that the man in front of you was chatting you up for any reason outside of sincere curiosity. But his intentions are made crystal clear when he replies, “Yeah? Care to follow suit?”

You laugh both out of amusement and shock at his forwardness, and even he seems taken aback by his own candor as he smiles in a sheepish, apologetic sort of way. Still, the way that his piercing dark eyes never seem to cease their burning into you, there’s no doubt in your mind that he meant every implication embedded in that response.

“You know, you never told me your name,” you point out, not sure why you are prolonging what feels like the inevitable moment tonight when you’ll find yourself tangled in bed with the handsome man in front of you. Perhaps you’d just like to talk to him for a little bit longer, enjoy the gratification of his attention. Or maybe it’s just fun to tease him and watch the way his eyes crinkle in bashful embarrassment.

You’re pleased when he seems no less interested in you even as you divert from his advances. In fact, he perks up at your observation. “That I did not. Call me pretentious, but I like to think that learning my name is a privilege.”

You show your disinterest in this notion with a scoff, something the stranger seems to take in stride. “Is a man’s name not all that he has in this world, from birth to death?” he asserts with a prideful smirk.

“Philosophical. That your major?”

“How’d you know?”

You’re starting to feel a little scared with just how much you’re beginning to love the sound of your overlapping laughter. When it dies down, you bask in the brief moments of silence where neither of you knows what to say next and instead just stare at each other’s faces in an almost innocent, child-like way. It’s so different from what you’re both feeling inside, anticipation and lust and desire swirling in a mix that makes your bodies feel charged.

“So since you’re not telling me your name, should I tell you mine?”

“Only if you feel I’m worthy of it,” he replies. The game that he’s playing confounds you but you see no harm in playing into it, something tantalizing and freeing about not being bound to the expectations of each other’s names.

“That, my friend,” you reply, “is yet to be decided.” You raise your hand to push against his shoulder, surprised at how sturdy the skin under his cardigan feels. He ricochets dramatically against the force of your hand, and when his body returns to yours, it’s closer than before. He rests his hand on the wall just above your head, the way he’s angled making him appear even taller than he did before.

“You know, I was exploring this house earlier, and there’s a room in the back with a comfortable-looking king-sized bed,” he says, words that would sound fuckboyish and crude if anyone else said them, but come out dorky and amusing when he does, especially when his next statement is, “And the entire time I was in there, all I could think was, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone to pillow fight with?”

You smile, the expression mirrored on the stranger’s handsome face as he watches you react to his off-putting way of flirting. You decide to help him out by being more direct. “Are you asking me to pillow fight with you, stranger?” you ask, voice tilted in your best attempt at sounding seductive.

“Only if you’d be willing, stranger.”

When your roomate convinced you to go out with her tonight, you were intrigued by the notion of getting to know this new campus community, plus the always-tempting chance to get a few drinks in your system. You weren’t thinking that you would be in this position, about to hook up with a guy who won’t even tell you his name. 

You’ve been feigning confidence up until this point, an easy enough task when the man in front of you is good-looking and talkative. But now, as you prepare to follow him with the pretty certain chance of having sex, you have to finish off the remnants of your drink first, allowing the heat of liquid courage to wash over you like a warm blanket.

“Lead the way,” you tell him, taking the hand that he offers you before being led through the crowd of partygoers.

He takes you into a bedroom that’s on the ground floor, allowing you to settle in in front of him as he takes heed to lock the door. The bass from the loud music outside vibrates against the enclosed walls of the room. You’re grateful that it’s not completely silent, otherwise this would feel more awkward. 

“See,” the stranger says, walking over to face you. “I wasn’t lying about the king-sized bed.”

With the way he’s standing over you, combined with the looming implications of what you’re about to do – or rather, what you’re about to let him do to you – you’re too anxious to laugh. Instead, you stare at him, waiting for him to make the first move.

“Do you like to kiss when you hook up?” he asks you, straight-forward and to the point. You like that. You’ve never understood people who don’t like to kiss those they’re having sex with. Is the act of kissing somehow more intimate than letting someone inside you?

“Depends,” you reply, already moving to cradle the side of his face with your hand. “Are you a good kisser?”

He doesn’t answer verbally, moving instead to lean in so that your lips meet. Everything about this man feels like a paradox. Your interactions thus far have felt innocent, awkward even, and yet they still led to you following him into a stranger’s bedroom with the intention of having sex. And now, though his looks and the way he carries himself feel so clumsy, the way he kisses you is intense, all-consuming. 

He wastes no time trying to build up to something intense. Without pretense, his tongue is invading the wetness of your mouth, forcing your lips open as an audible whimper of surprise spills out. One of his hands comes up to lace itself into your hair, and in another act that surprises you, he pulls on it so that your faces come even closer. You’ve never found the taste of liquor on someone’s lips more addicting than you do now. 

You pull away to find a smirk on his lips, cockiness written all over his expression as he asks, “What do you think?”

It’s hard to conjure up any words when his hand is still in your hair, tipping your head back so that his eyes can comfortably rake over your face and particularly linger on your reddened lips. “I think I really, really want you to fuck me,” is what you manage, and even if you were the type to feel shameful at such remarks, it would be hard to when your words visibly light up his handsome expression until he’s kissing you again.

Your lips melt into his in a kiss so passionate it has you both walking backward in an eager effort to get each other onto the bed. You waste no time in pawing the clothes off of his slender body, satisfied as you hear his jeans then his cardigan hit the carpeted floor with a soft plop.

He does the same when it comes to your dress, a flowy, strapless piece that required you to go braless for it to work. Once it’s off and you’re both down to just underwear, you’re met with the feeling of his bare skin against your bare skin, your bare chest against his bare chest, and more relieving than anything else, the feeling of the bed frame meeting the back of your thighs as you finally reach the bed.

Pushing you up onto the edge of the bed, he lets his hands wander the expanse of your body, enjoying the feeling of your tits squeezed in the palms of his hands. You lean into his touch, moaning a little in his mouth as he never stops kissing you, even as he reaches down to breach the waistband of your underwear. 

You don’t realize how wet you are until his slender fingers push out to separate your folds, a task made difficult as your sticky arousal glues your lips together. But he manages it dextrously, wasting no time in finding your clit and drawing slow, teasing circles with the pads of his fingers.

His other hand, which had up until this point been palming your breast idly, now comes up to hold your face as he regretfully pulls his lips from yours. He studies your expressions with furrowed eyebrows, a teasing lilt in his voice as he asks, “Do you like it when I touch you here?” 

Just as soon as you part your lips to respond, his fingers dip lower until he’s sliding two of them into your fluttering hole. Your wetness provides no resistance, and now he’s coiling them deep inside of you. “Or here?”

You can’t think or respond when he’s pumping his long, slender fingers in and out of you, an act made more intense as he forces you to look at him with his hand on your jaw keeping your head in place. 

If you had to describe sex you’ve had in the past, vulnerable isn’t a word you’d use. 

And yet, it’s exactly how you feel as his eyes never leave your face, overseeing every expression you make from overwhelmed to whimpering to having your lips parted in a moan. 

A faint part of you wonders if you should feel more uncomfortable with how intimate this sex feels. 

And yet, you don’t think you’ve ever felt more pent up just with someone's fingers inside of you than right now, especially when he opens his mouth to praise you in his deep voice.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he says, his breezy tone of voice reminiscent of a lullaby. “I’m so glad I met you tonight. Can’t wait to fuck you.”

He fucks his fingers deeper inside of you as he says this, causing you to mewl as you throw your head back in his hands. “Don’t make me wait, then,” you challenge, gripping his arm to steady yourself as another moan threatens its way to your lips.

“Such a needy girl, aren’t you?” he wolfishly remarks. “Well, if you insist.”

With am amused smile on his face, he pulls his fingers out of you, raising them between your two faces so that you both can look on at the wetness which coats them. You’re not at all surprised when he brings them to his lips, only turned on as he sucks both fingers clean with a wet smack.

“Wanna know what you taste like?” he proposes, his expression and tone of voice far too innocent for what he’s just done. You don’t respond, only pull him into you for a kiss so lewd it makes your insides jump. You reach your hand between your bodies as you kiss him, attaching your fingers to the bulge protruding from his boxers. You enjoy the feel of his clothed cock, large and substantial in your hands, before he’s pulling away to sigh against your lips. 

Your hand leaves his body as he moves away from you. “Don’t go anywhere. Need to grab a condom.”

You watch him in amusement as he goes to hunch over his discarded jeans. In his absence, you relax on your stomach, facing him on the edge of the bed. “Where would I go, stranger?”

“I don’t know,” he intones, returning to you with a silver packet in between his fingers. “But If I could freeze you like this forever, so pretty and waiting for me to fuck you, I would.”

The stranger’s way with words has your body responding once more, a ripple of electricity traveling up your legs and even more so when he takes off his boxers in front of you. You’re not ashamed at whatever expression of suprise is surely showing up on your face at the sight. 

You’d likely use the word pretty to describe his dick, veins bulging out of it like little vines and a tip that matches the rosy color of his lips. You decide then that he’s the biggest you’ve ever taken, though you suppose you should save that judgment for when he’s actually managed to fit inside of you.

Your thoughts are broken by his touch as he lifts your chin up with his hands, a smirk ever so prominent on his puffy lips. “My eyes are up here, you know.”

You both giggle at his cheekiness, a moment of humour that is promptly ended when the opening of the condom packet grabs your attention. You reach out to cease his movements with a hand on his wrist. He meets your gaze with a cute, confused look on his face. “Wanna taste you first, stranger” you assert with a blink.

“You’re so cute,” he remarks enjoyably, “But I won’t last if you do.”

You look up at him through your eyelashes, batting them extra hard as you say, “Just a peck?”

As you already suspected from the lack of conviction in his earlier refusal, he’s not at all stern as he moves to rub his thumb across your cheek. “Since you asked so nicely,” he replies permissively.

You barely have to lean forward off the bed for your mouth to reach his cock, tall and straight and hard in front of your face. Wetting your lips with your tongue, you press a kiss just underneath his tip, making eye contact as you pull away to watch as a heavy sigh leaves his lips. You don’t stop at just one peck, peppering them all along his shaft and enjoying the smoothness of his skin against your lips.

“I thought you said just a peck?” he reminds you when he notices what you’re doing, placing a hand on your hair but making no effort to push you away.

“Am I not pecking?” you ask, relishing in the groan he lets out when you wrap your puckered lips over his reddened tip. You’re just about to open your mouth fully before he finally shows some restraint, pulling you off of him with a tug of your hair.

“That’s enough,” he asserts, the mattress dipping from his weight as he hops onto the bed behind you. “If I’m not inside of you within the next 5 seconds, I’m gonna lose my mind.”

Conscious of his presence behind you, you raise your body into an arch and feel pleased when he immediately grabs at your hips to pull you in closer. He ignores the impatient little wiggles of your ass that you do in attempt to get him to fuck you, prefering instead to spread your pussy open with his fingers and groan as he watches arousal spill out of you. “You’re so fucking wet,” he remarks dreamily, sliding a languid finger inside of you in a way that makes your arch deepen. “And it’s all for me, isn’t it, baby?”

His vocal tone has taken a shift so that he sounds less adoring and more sadistic, the observance of your arousal being just for him stated almost matter-a-factly. You don’t know why it turns you on even more than before, but it does, especially as he plays idly with pussy as if he forgets it belongs to a living, breathing you.

You’re fighting off whimpers as his fingers continue their exploration of your entrance. You hear him let out a long, drawn out “Fuck,” under his breath before he’s withdrawing from you entirely and asking, “Can I eat you out?”

Images of his plump, rosy lips flash through your mind like a movie sequence before you’re humming out affirmatively, excitement of what’s to come making your body tense as you feel him laying down on the bed, feel his breath against your mound as he becomes level with your pussy, feel his lips against your clit as he goes in to take all of you in his mouth.

The sounds that fill the room now are nothing but a lewd combination of your moans, his slurping, and the continued blaring of music coming from outside the walls. The way that he eats pussy is almost just as clumsy and unsure as he is, but he somehow manages to make you cry out as his tongue expertly flicks against your clit, or he licks into your entrance to taste the arousal there. 

You feel yourself becoming lightheaded and breathless as he licks you closer into orgasm. Already worked up from all the time he spent fingering you, what feels like the last straw is when he experimentally licks upward and brushes his tongue against the tight skin of your asshole. Noticing how it makes you moan and reach back to pull at his long hair, he keeps going, wetting your ass with his tongue. 

Alternating between this and your cunt, it’s only a matter of time when you find yourself mewling and tensing as your orgasm takes over your body. Your thighs are shaking and your hands are pulling so hard at his hair that you’re afraid you’ll rip it, but nonetheless he holds you up with two large hands against your ass and groans as you come all over his face. 

When he finally pulls away from you, your body collapses against the bed, all the marks of a good orgasm hitting you at once – ringing ears, tensed limbs, rising chest. You’re brought back to Earth by the feeling of faint, fleeting kisses being left on the expanse of your spine, the stranger’s body pressed against yours before he’s level with you and moving to pull your head to face his.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, sweet and innocent in yet another moment of tenderness that feels inappropriate for the setting you’re in. Nonetheless, you nod and relish in the feeling of his mouth against yours once more, acknowledging faintly to yourself that he just might be the best kisser you’ve ever been with.

He brings your body back to life by snaking his arms underneath you, grabbing at your boobs and almost making you feel ticklish as he gently caresses your stomach. Pulling away from your lips, he mutters the command of, “Turn around,” against your lips that you follow with zeal.

Flat on your back, you’re brought face to face with the man who has exceeded your expectations in almost every way compared to anyone else you’ve slept with so casually. Long locks of dark hair drape against the sides of face as he holds himself above you, making him look intense, but only briefly before he’s asking through an impish smile, “Are you intimidated by eye contact?”

He says it to you like it’s a challenge, like he hopes you’ll be shy so that he can guide you through it anyway. You shake your head stubbornly. “No,” you answer, “But I’m intimated by you.” It’s true. You’ve definitely never met a person like him, never had sex feel so intimate with a complete stranger. It scares you.

“Don’t be. I’m really a softie,” he assures, a childlike expression of excitement lighting up his handsome features. He presses a hand against your cheek in a gesture of affection, lips curling into a grin. “Only, my dick is as hard as a rock right now. Kinda wanna bury it inside of you.”

“What’s stopping you?”

You’re surprised when, in reply, he adjusts his body so that he’s lined up perfectly with your entrance, his latex covered tip pressing just slightly into you. “That’s a great question,” he quips, and without any further pretense, he slots himself inside of you.

You let out identical sounding sighs as his cock is engulfed by the sensitive, wet inside of your pussy. He presses his hips against you, making sure he’s as deep as he possibly can be before looking down at you for your approval. “Feels good?”

“Yes. Oh god, yes,” you’re whimpering in reply, head already thrown back as you get used to the feeling of his girth filling you. 

Hearing you express how good you feel is all the stranger needs to hear before he’s pulling out of you, methodically ensuring that just the tip is left inside before pushing back in. His vigor catches you by surprise, leaving you no time to adjust as he continues at a feverish pace. Unintelligible, broken-sounding cries spill out from your lips with each moment his hips meet yours.

“You have such pretty eyes,” he remarks as he watches you, a compliment you don’t think you’ve ever heard before while being fucked into the next dimesion. “And a pretty mouth, too,” he adds, his thumb breaching the wet insides of your lips before he’s leaning down to kiss you. The kiss is messy as you struggle to meet each other’s mouths, devolving into a mixture of tongue and spit and broken breath.

“Talk to me. Tell me how good I’m fucking you,” he groans against your mouth, sitting up on his knees to fuck you in an angle that’s deeper that before. With the pounding that he’s giving you, you’re just barely able to catch your breath, let alone form the words to respond to him.

“Can’t…scream your name if I don’t know it,” you manage to say in a teasing sort-of-way, your smirk widening into an open-mouthed cry as you’re sure he grazes your g-spot with a particualrly deep drive of his hips. 

He chuckles at your way of trying to get him to share his name, and whether he’s truly serious in wanting to withhold it from you or because he just wants to tease you, he says, “Come on my cock, and maybe I’ll tell you.”

“Fuck me harder, and I will,” you reply tauntingly, not because he’s not already, but because even through the haze of your approaching orgasm, you want to see how he’ll respond to your challenge.

He smiles at this request, though while maintaining his same pace. “But I don’t wanna break you, sweet girl,” he remarks, and if he weren’t, too, about to crash into his approaching climax, he’d surely make it a point to tease you for how you clench at the pet name. Instead, he opts to slot a hand between your legs and make work of your clit, rubbing it in tantalizing circles. “Does this help?”

Just as you were sure this sex couldn’t get any better, the added stimulation to your clit has your entire body reeling with pleasure. “Oh god, yes. Don’t stop.”

With each approaching second, you can feel yourself about to fall apart, a condition only worsened when the stranger pulls you down by your hips, bringing him even deeper inside of you. You love the sound of his deep voice from above you, sounding almost far-away and dreamlike as he mumbles remarks like, “Keep making those pretty noises for me, baby,” that shoot straight to your core, only adding to your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re killing me baby,” is what he says as his own pleasure begins to reach it’s peak. You love the expressions he makes, the almost painful look on his face as he says, “Wish I could come inside this tight little pussy.”

Even with the knowledge that he put a condom on, you can’t help but react positively to the notion of being filled with his hot, sticky release. And without intending it, your walls close tightly around his cock in tandem with the loud moan that on its own revealed just how much you enjoyed that little tidbit of dirty talk. And without fail, the stranger is quick to pick up on it and tease you for it, though through his own gritted teeth and groans as he inches closer to release.

“Yeah, you’d like that wouldn’t you? If I filled you up with my cum? You wanna have my baby and you don’t even know my name?’

It’s the half-degrading, half-awe-inspired tone of voice he uses that throws you over the edge, your thighs shaking in anticipation of what you’re sure will be an earth-shattering orgasm. “I’m close,” you confess through baited breath.

“I know you are,” he acknowledges in reply, and without warning, your body convulses with the strength of your climax. “That’s it. Come on my dick.”

You don’t think you’ve ever felt anything quite like the overwhelming pleasure that washes over you in a series of pulsating, neverending waves. The stranger fucks you through it without any alteration in speed, and it’s just as you’re about to squirm away in overstimulation that he finishes with one last, deep thrust inside of you. The sound of his groans are just as melodic and husky as his voice is, sending little afterschocks of arousal up your belly until finally, he pulls out of you with a grunt.

Looking up at the ceiling, you feel the mattress dip beside you as he collapses onto the bed. Usually, this would be the point where the post-nut clarity hits you and you’d begin to regret another series of bad decisions that led you to a stranger's bed. Instead, as you lock eyes with who might possibly be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen, you only wonder what you did to deserve such good fortune to have met him tonight.

“That was fucking amazing, stranger,” he remarks, putting voice to your own exact thoughts as he rolls over so that he can stroke your cheek idly. You try to hold off the pestering inclination to blink so that you can take in the rosy-cheeked, delicately striking state his orgasm has left him in. 

You thought that after giving you what was surely the best pounding of your life that you’d be less inclined to view him as a total weirdo. Instead, there is something so innocent now about the way he looks at you, as he can’t even believe this happened. Wanting to tease him, you reply, “Good enough for me to learn your name?”

He considers your question with an impish chuckle, and though you’re not at all desperate to know his name, you’re still surprised when he replies, “Will you forgive me if I say something tells me I want to keep you hanging for just a little while longer?”

There is an air of mysteriousness to his words that you pick up on but have trouble interpreting. And while you itch to know what’s going on in that big brain of his, you decide not to question him any further, instead just appreciating the ease and contentment of this moment. 

“You’re the strangest person I’ve ever met,” you tell him candidly, leaning in so that the tip of your noses touch. “But I’m glad I met you tonight.”

You’re not embarrassed at all when you lean in to kiss him, because even though the sex is over, you just want to feel his lips against yours one last time before you go back to being two strangers who will likely never see each other after this. He reciprocates, seemingly ignorant to the idea of kissing someone chastely as he pulls you in and slips his tongue into your mouth.

Nevertheless, when you pull away, you know the moment is over when he says, “Walk of shame out the door together?”

You’re not sad, only content as you turn to him and answer. “Let’s.”

It’s a cozy Thursday morning on your campus as you step outside to meet with your friend, Jaehyun. When you had allowed him to borrow your computations textbook, you had no idea it would lead you to his apartment complex, where he swore he had left the book on accident.

“I promise you, I thought I brought it with me to class, but I must’ve left it in my room,” he explained sheepishly, patting his pockets as he searched for his apartment key. With his straight-cut bangs and habit of forgetfulness, Jaehyun was about the closest thing to a friend that you had since transferring. You went to the same high school together, congregating in the same social circles but ultimately going two separate ways after graduation. 

It wasn’t until your first day at this new school that you sat down for your morning class and discovered that Myeong Jaehyun went here, too. Since that moment of recognition on both of your ends, he’s been your only piece of relative familiarly in a place that still feels new to you.

“Here we are,” mumbled a disgruntled Jaehyun as he finally managed to unlock the door to his apartment. It was your first time seeing the place, and as far as student housing went, you were impressed. The space was populated with nice-enough-looking furniture and boyish decorations that you could tell belonged to Jaehyun and whoever his roommate was.

“I’m gonna go get your textbook from my room. You can wait out here,” said Jaehyun, turning to head into the hallway where the rooms were. You were just about to get comfortable, maybe sit on his couch and chill as he invariably spent ages looking for your textbook, until the noise of a door opening startled you into attention.

“Oh hey,” said Jaehyun casually to a familiar silhouette that appeared into the hallway. “Y/N, this is my roommate, Leehan.”

You fought the urge to laugh out loud as you were met with the image of the stranger who, just a few weeks ago, was drilling his cock into you in some of the most mind-blowing sex of your life. When he first came out and hadn’t noticed you yet, he simply looked curious, as if he was coming out of his room to see what was causing the noise. But now, he barely fights off a smirk as he, too, processes your presence. All of this goes unnoticed by an unsuspecting Jaehyun, who proceeds into his room to rummage for your textbook.

Left alone with the boy who you can now identify as Leehan, you look him up and down, taking in his casual appearance and hair that has only grown longer in the time since you last met. He leans against his doorframe, looking you over with a gaze just as intrusive before saying, “So. Y/N, huh?”

Both of you laugh out loud at the same time, the humor and awkwardness of the situation hitting you all at once. The smile on Leehan’s face forces his eyes into crescent shapes that you faintly acknowledge as endearing. 

“Leehan,” you state with a grin, returning the preceding instance of acknowledging each other’s names. “It suits you. Although, I’m not sure it’s special enough to justify you withholding it.”

He shrugs indifferently at that, looking not even a little embarrassed as he replies jokingly, “What can I say? I prefer an air of anonymity when conducting my one-night stands.”

“Is that what that was?” you quip back with a tilt of your head. You know exactly that that’s what it was, but playing coy about it is how you save yourself from the embarrassment of having to address the weird sexual-tension-mixed-with-awkwardness that lingers between the two of you.

He runs a hand through his hair, maintaining the smile on his face as he shrugs noncommittally and replies, “I don’t know, I was too drunk to remember. In fact, who are you again?”

You both giggle, the atmosphere and banter between the two of you surprisingly easy, even outside the context of being drunk at a house party. You can faintly hear the sounds of Jaehyun’s rummaging becoming louder a few doors away, letting you know he’s no closer to finding your textbook. To your own internal surprise, a tiny part of you is relieved to have the time to see where this interaction with Leehan will go.

“So, you’re friends with Myeong Jaehyun?” he asks, gesturing his head in the direction of his roommate’s door just a few feet away. You notice how he slips his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants and straightens his posture, a move somehow making him look 10x taller.

“It’s a love/hate sort of thing. But yes, I’ve known him since high school.”

The corner of Leehan’s lips switch into a half-smile, something foreboding in his tone as he then says, “Then I guess I should expect to see you much more often, Y/N.”

You raise a questioning eyebrow, and through a confused grin, ask, “Why do you say that so ominously?”

Leehan doesn’t answer at first and instead just maintains his piercing gaze on your face. He’s so strange, but what’s even stranger is that you find yourself attracted to him. Attracted to him and his weirdly crooked smile and habit of staring at people for longer than normal. His shaggy brown hair and pouty lips that you can’t forget were once meshed with yours.

“No reason,” he finally answers, and before you can question such obviously purposeful ambiguity, it’s just then that Jaehyun comes out with your textbook.

“Found your book,” he says, cradling the thick textbook underneath his arm. Looking over at Leehan, whose open-mouthed expression obviously reveals he was in the middle of saying something, he pauses. “You good, Leehan?”

Leehan maintains a passive expression, though the hints of a smirk just barely bleed onto his lips as he gestures his head in your direction. “Yeah, just talking to Y/N.”

Jaehuun exchanges an inquisitive look between the two of you. “You guys know each other?”

Not sure how to answer that question, you look to Leehan for any non-verbal guidance. And funnily enough, he looks to you with the same sort of expecting look, and now you’re staring at each other for longer than normal, fighting back laughter as a confused Jaehyun looks on.

“You could say that,” Leehan replies, nodding his head affirmatively.

part 2 coming soon

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[goldcnfish]

🐈‍⬛ han taesan : the truth.

genre : slight angst, romance, bfau, fem!reader cw : mental health (depression), suggestive content, sloppy kissing, playful teasing

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you and taesan have been dating since senior year of high school. over the past 3 years, you two have grown closer than ever, being able to tell each other anything. although you were extroverted, taesan was the opposite. he was more inward than outward.

but lately, taesan has been a bit secretive than usual. and maybe even aloof. you’d ask him what was the matter multiple times, but all he did was give you sharp answers like “i’m fine” and “it’s nothing”.

you could read your boyfriend like the back of your hand, and knew that something was troubling him. you just wanted to find out what it was, if he’d ever tell you.

since taesan was at the library with a couple of close friends, you didn’t have a chance to ask what was going on.

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arriving home, taesan walked through the door, but instead of greeting you like usual, he just brushed past you and swept upstairs to the bedroom.

you’d had enough, and walked upstairs to the room to see taesan sitting at his desk, on his laptop, working on beats. he had a love for music, specifically producing and writing.

“dongmin?”

you called his name, but he didn’t respond. he had his headphones on, yet you looked down at the cord to see them not being plugged into anything.

okay. now he’s deliberately ignoring you. — remaining calm and trying to understand him, you tapped his shoulder. “dongmin, seriously, talk to me. something’s bothering you. i can tell.”

like before, he says, “it’s nothing,” before abruptly getting up and walking to the bathroom with a towel, presumably to take a shower.

you shook your head at him. you were going to get through to him, one way or another.

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coming back into the room, taesan sat back at his desk, starting to work on his music again.

he looked tense, so you walked over to him and began massaging his shoulders. “babe, please. talk to me.”

“i’m fine, y/n. leave me alone.” taesan said in a curt manner, not bothering to pay you any attention. he was too focused on whatever he was doing on his computer.

you sighed. maybe it was best to give him some space, so you just gave up and walked downstairs. you grabbed a bowl and spoon from the dishwater and made you some cereal, despite it being 5:42pm.

you sat on the couch, turning on some tv. you frequently glanced at the stairs expecting taesan to come down at some point, but he never did.

thinking to yourself, why was he being like this? did something happen? did you do something wrong? it didn’t make any sense.

an idea popped into your brain. you took your phone and began to call taesan’s best and closest friend: kim leehan. you were also pretty close to him.

in a casual tone, he answers, “hello?”

“donghyun, i need your help. it’s about dongmin.”

“y/n? what’s wrong?” his tone of voice instantly changed from casual to worried. “did something happen to him?”

“that’s what i’m trying to find out. this past week, he’s been acting so aloof and distant. i keep asking what’s wrong, and he never gives me an answer. do you know?” you asked.

“he was acting the same way at the library today. usually, he’s always talkative when he’s with me, but he was both unusually silent and was staring into space a lot. i’ve done the same thing. never opens up. something’s going on with him, though. without a doubt.” leehan replied.

“agreed. hey, thanks for answering. i’m going to try and talk to him again.”

“no problem. make sure he’s okay, y/n.” leehan said, and the phone hangs up.

you put down your phone and marched upstairs to the bedroom, about to reason with him once more, but your heart immediately sank the moment you saw the view in front of you.

taesan was on the floor, crying. sobbing. weeping. his head was buried in his knees, as if he knew you would walk in. he didn’t want you to see him cry.

you’ve seen him cry before, but never this hard. it was heart-wrenching.

slowly kneeling down, you gently placed your hand on his shoulder. “dongmin… hey, what’s wrong?”

he raised his head up, eyes bloodshot red, cheeky puffy. he must’ve been crying for a little. you wanted to take him and put him in your pocket.

“it’s… nothing—”

“please don’t say it’s nothing. something is wrong, honey. i can’t do anything if you don’t talk to me.” you sat next to him, making sure to give him your undivided attention to show you were ready to listen.

taesan let out a shaky sigh, wiping his eyes. “look… i’m sorry for the way i’ve been behaving. it’s just… i’ve been having a lot of internal issues.”

“like what?”

finally, he told you the truth, even if it hurt to say.

“my depression’s been spiraling a bit. a few days ago, i got verbally assaulted by my mom for wanting to be in the music industry when i graduate college, and not in the medical industry. i’m sorry for pushing you away. i should’ve just told you.”

when taesan revealed the reason behind his cold behavior, your first instinct was to pull him into a hug. a mother not supporting her child’s dreams. you’ve heard of stories like that before.

all you did was whisper soft words to him, and rubbed his back, reassuring him that everything was okay. you didn’t want him to stress himself out so much.

you cupped taesan’s face. “remember, i’m your girlfriend, but i’m also your confidante. you can talk to me about everything and i won’t tell a soul unless you say so. and vise versa.”

taesan cracked a small smile at that.

“bigger smile.” you said, tugging at the corners of his lips to form a wider smile. he rolled his eyes and a genuine smile appeared on his face. “now, what exactly were you doing on your computer earlier?”

“working on some music. here, take a listen.” taesan walked over to his desk and played a beat for you.

at the shift of the subject, you could tell his face was quickly softening. his red eyes were dissipating, returning to their normal white. he was smiling more and more by the second. you felt relieved. you hated seeing him sad, just as he hated seeing you sad.

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now, you and taesan were on the bed, listening to some songs he wrote about you. you both had an airpod in one of your ears.

“baby, can i ask you something?” taesan asked, looking at you. he took out the airpod. must’ve been serious.

“anything.”

he sits up so you can hear him better. “can i kiss you?”

with a smirk, you raised an eyebrow. “dongmin, do you seriously have to ask to kiss me?”

“well… i mean, yeah. consent.”

you chuckled at his consideration. “yes. you can kiss me, babe.”

he smiled, but that sweet smile turned into a flirty smirk. he swiftly got on top of you.

“oh, so you’re not feeling down anymore, huh? you’re in the mood?”

“yes. thanks to you. you really know how to cheer a guy up.” taesan says, pecking your forehead. “now… do you mind if i cheer you up in a specific way?”

“and what are you implying, dongmin?”

“let me kiss you more so you can find out.” at last, taesan’s lips found their way towards yours. from how calm he usually was, you expected it to be a loving, tender kiss.

it was anything but.

the kiss was wet and sloppy, basically a full-blown make-out session. you two were making certain audible sounds. it was unbelievably hot.

taesan broke the kiss apart for a second, a smile stretching, then he kissed you once again, hands gently sliding up the bottom of your shirt.

you whispered against his lips, “your hands are wandering, baby.”

“so? not like there’s anything i haven’t seen underneath these clothes of yours.” he began burying his face in your neck. “you put on that same vanilla perfume, didn’t you?”

“of course i did.”

“good. it suits you.” taesan rasped, and began leaving love marks on your neck. you couldn’t help but moan, tangling your fingers in his soft hair.

“keep kissing my neck and this might lead to something.” you said with a grin, trying to control your eyes about to roll in the back of your head.

“thought that was what you were going for.”

“it is. continue.” you said, and pulled him into another steamy kiss. as you two had yet another make out session, taesan lifted the sheets over your heads, initiating a very sensual time between you two.

you were glad to have each other, to be able to talk about anything with each other, to do anything with each other.

a/n: please never forget — if you’re going through something, you aren’t alone 🫶🏻

[goldcnfish]

HAPPY 1 YEAR ANNIVERSARY TO BONEDO!!

i can’t believe it!! it has officially been 1 year since BOYNEXTDOOR has debuted!! it feels like it was just yesterday when one and only was released! i’m such a proud ONEDOOR 😭🫶🏻

again, happy one year anniversary to these talented boys! pls make sure to congratulate them!! 🎊

[goldcnfish]

🐟 kim leehan : a birthday surprise.

genre : fluff, romance, bfau, fem!reader sfw : romantic dinner, slow dancing, playful teasing, soft cheek kisses, cuddling/bed sharing, casual chatting

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“nothing. i got nothing.”

leehan was out buying something for your birthday, but he had nothing in mind to buy you. he was tempted to call you and ask you, but he wanted it to be a surprise.

taesan, his best friend, was trying to convince you to get him something normal, like perfume or jewelry, but he wanted his gift for for to be meaningful. after all, you both had been together for a while.

an idea popped into his head, which made him slap his fingers. “i got it.”

“what? you finally decided to get her perfume?”

“no. she’s at the library right now. good thing she gave me a key to her house. i’m gonna plan something special for her.” leehan said, already excited.

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after being stuck in at the library doing assignments for so long, it was like 9pm. you finally came home.

getting out of your car and approaching your doorstep, you noticed it being slightly opened. however you didn’t panic. the only people you knew who had keys were leehan and your mom.

opening through the door, there were rose petals leading to the back door. with confused furrowed eyebrows, you followed the petal trail and stepped through to an unexpected surprise.

it was leehan.

the table was set up all fancy-schnancy, there was romantic jazz music playing in the background, there was freshly cooked food, a delicious-looking red velvet cake (your favorite flavor), and the best of all? leehan was in a suit. your biggest weakness.

“happy birthday.” he said with that irresistible smile of his.

holy crap.

you did not expect him to go all out like this. after all, you just wanted to come home and sleep after a long day of doing schoolwork. but at the same time, you weren’t complaining.

you looked down at your clothes, feeling a bit embarrassed at how you weren’t dressed appropriately. “i’m not in the appropriate clothes. maybe i should go inside and change-”

leehan got up and stopped you. “it’s your birthday. your attire doesn’t matter.” he pulled out the chair for you to sit down. such a gentleman.

you felt your ears burning from how charming he was being. he was always charming, but this time, it was different, like it was a special occasion (which it was).

“this is sparkling grape cider, since we aren’t legal to drink yet. want some?” leehan offered, swiftly popping the bottle open with his thumb.

this was so cheesy, your face was burning. but you loved every second of it.

“sure.” you held up the glass, as he poured some into yours, before pouring some into his. “so, what made you go all out like this, babe?”

“i didn’t want to get you something so basic for your birthday. wanted to try something new.”

you smiled at how considerate he was. he was the greenest flag, and you loved him so much. he took out a lighter and lit the candles, beginning to sing happy birthday to you. you closed your eyes and made a wish, blowing them out. you noticed the big speaker beside him playing slow jazz music. leehan was a big fan of vintage jazz. you picked up your jazz obsession from him.

“nat king cole? you sure have taste.” you chuckled.

suddenly, he got up, and held out his hand, waiting for you to take it. “dance with me.”

your face immediately turned tomato red. — he wants to slow dance? donghyun had moves, but you sure didn’t.

before you could even protest, leehan grabbed your hand and tugged you from your chair again, pulling you close to him. you two were so close, you could smell his aroma. strawberries.

you closed your eyes, dancing lovingly to “it had to be you” by frank sinatra. leehan was a bit of an old soul. okay, he was a total old soul.

as you both slow-danced, he started to sing along to the words in your ear. he’d always shown his love for singing to you, but this moment felt even more special and tender by hearing his soothing vocals. you felt butterflies forming in your stomach.

it was things like this about leehan that made your heart melt. everything about him was positive and gentle, and you could tell him anything. he was basically your personal therapist.

you found yourself looking into his eyes. it was his starry eyes that you always got lost in. they looked like they held entire galaxies in them.

the way he was sustaining eye contact with you, and you were quite literally becoming weak in the knees from how tender his eyes were. it felt like you were in a cheesy romance movie.

to be even more cheesy, leehan dipped you, making you laugh out loud as a result. your smile made him smile. he just loved you in general.

he held both of your hands and said with the most sweet, dreamy expression on his face, “i hope i made this a nice night for you, honey.”

you cupped his face and gently pecked his left cheek. “you made this a night to remember. how about we eat and head back in?”

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that was the best cake and meal you have ever had. and chatting with leehan made it even more enjoyable. he was a really comforting person to talk to.

“it’s getting late. think we should head back inside?” you asked, standing up from the table.

leehan grinned, then suddenly picked you up bridal style, making you yelp. “i agree.”

“ah! donghyun, what are you doing? you’ll drop me!” you clutched onto his tall body, holding him tight. you were scared that he was intentionally going to let go of you. he did it plenty of times before.

he chuckled. “we’re going back inside, aren’t we? why should the birthday girl have to use her legs?”

you rolled your eyes. “gosh, why do you have to be so annoyingly chivalrous? what, are you my knight in shining armor now?”

“haven’t i always been? i vaguely remember you calling me that throughout our entire relationship, princess.” leehan said with a wink, and pecked your right cheek. he loved teasing you, which you hated.

you frowned with a red face. “shut up and take me inside already.”

leehan carried you inside, all the way upstairs. he was strong, but you knew that already.

he put you down, as you changed into pajamas. leehan had his own set of night clothes in your closet from when he stayed over.

as you sat on the bed, he began massaging your shoulders. you were enjoying this princess treatment. you could get use to this.

with a funny grin, you asked him, “while you’re at it, could you rub my feet?”

he cleared his throat. “let’s not go that far.”

you snickered. “worth a try.” you both got under the covers and snuggled against each other. “thanks again for tonight, babe. i love you so much for doing this.”

“of course. i love you more, birthday girl. well, not more than fish. my precious corydoras come first.”

you slapped his arm. “hey!”

“kidding.” leehan laughs at your pout, finding it adorable.

“so, your birthday’s coming up. what do you want me to do?” you asked, hugging his body tighter as if he was a teddy bear.

“maybe buy me a mini aquarium for my apartment.” he replied, playing with your hair.

“you and your weird obsession with fish.” you said, feigning annoyance. “you sure you don’t wanna just live in a fish tank for the rest of you life?” you rested your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“i would absolutely love that. you know, if i had gills and could breath water.”

“whatever.” you yawned. “i’m sleepy.”

“okay. let’s go to sleep.” he said softly, and also hugged you tightly. you both were cuddly teddy bears to each other. “goodnight, love.” he pecked your cheek once more.

you smiled at how soft his lips were, before shutting your eyes. “night, hyunie.”

soon, you fell asleep into each other’s arms, both being satisfied that your birthday turned out as well as did.

a/n: it’s something about vintage jazz songs that are so… yes 😩

[goldcnfish]

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[goldcnfish]

꒰ 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓! ꒱ 김동현

summary : you’ve been bored of your boyfriends calm demeanor, so you decided to prank him just to see if he’d start a fight — however, it gave you something much better

genre : kinda angsty, suggestive, leehan x afab!reader tws : language, kinda toxic behavior, suggestive content author notes : sorry this took a while i’ve been supah swamped but i hope you enjoyed the direction i took your request in !! word count : 1.4k

you don’t know why you were doing this. even as you applied the black, green and blue makeup, you couldn’t think of a valid reason. yet, here you were, sat on your couch scrolling through your phone, just awaiting the opportunity to prank your sweet, unsuspecting boyfriend.

maybe he’d gotten too comfortable in your relationship. hell, you used whatever excuse to try and justify it. but, the truth is, you wanted to see if he had it in him to get mad at you. he was so damn peaceful all the time — you loved that about him, really — nonetheless, deep down, your heart raced with the thought; the anticipation when he’d finally catch a glimpse of your artwork that he’d deem someone else’s.

this was fun.

you knew it’d work. you’ve never let leehan purposefully leave marks on your skin, not because it didn’t feel good to have him kiss you, but simply because you’ve always found them tacky and a hassle to cover up. you’d wasted so much makeup in the past trying to do so, so whenever he’d come close to leaving purple patches, you’d tell him to stop. he’d even bargained with leaving them in places only he could see, but you still refused. especially if you couldn’t return the favor.

you knew this was an evil way to push his buttons, that you oh-so-desperately wanted to see pushed. it was selfish, really, however at this moment in time the plan was already set into action. you wanted to start a fight, just to see if he could.

he’s never gotten mad at you. he’s never yelled at you. he’s never dared put a hand on you. and that was a dream, but somewhere deep down, you knew it was also just as boring as it was desirable. you wanted him to yell at you — at least once — manhandle you — consensually, of course — you wanted so much, and maybe this wasn’t the right way to bring it up, but it didn’t matter anymore as his voice broke through the silenced air.

“what’s that?”

“what’s what?” you asked, acting obliviously as you scrolled through twitter and instagram in turns.

he shrugged, and you don’t know if it was the fact that he seemingly didn’t care, or if it was that maybe he just brushed it under the rug as anything else, that began to piss you off.

nonetheless, you decided you were in it for the long run. after all, you wanted to see if he’d start the fight.

and throughout the rest of the afternoon you’d catch leehan staring in your direction, shifting his gaze when you’d make eye-contact. he kept a calm demeanor, never asking again what the purple marks on your neck were. he’d even hugged you before he left for practice, getting all up close and personal with the artwork.

you were finding it hard to believe he hadn’t noticed.

maybe he was gathering his thoughts. maybe he was trying to decided why you didn’t smell like another man — why he knew you wouldn’t do that to him. maybe as much as his buttons were pushed, this was it for his stemmed anger. maybe dance practice was his way to relieve the stress you caused from time-to-time. maybe the cool, calm and collected leehan was the only version of your otherwise, smiley, boyfriend.

maybe you were beginning to feel bad because you had no idea the feelings he had towards this prank. did it upset him? you wouldn’t be none-the-wiser to it if it had. he was good at shielding emotions, and maybe that’s where you needed to draw the line. maybe that’s where your conversation should’ve began, instead of whatever the hell tiktok had inspired you to do.

you kept looking at the clock on your home screen, counting down the minutes until he’d come back to you. and just as you had decided to end the prank, opting for a civil — adult-ish — conversation, a text illuminated your dark screen.

it read: we need to talk.

yet you couldn’t decipher the hidden meaning. of course you knew what it was about, that’s the only thing that’s been wrong throughout the last few months between you two. what else could it be? and why, now that you were finally getting what you wanted, didn’t it feel good?

you didn’t answer him, partially because you didn’t know what to say; it was a prank. i just wanted to see if you’d get mad at me. i’m so bored of this. nothing seemed correct, or frankly, truthful.

you also knew that he wasn’t far. he wouldn’t have texted you otherwise, just to torcher you — though it would’ve been deserved. so, you waited by the door for your boyfriend to get back, the thought of washing away the eyeshadow long gone.

then, it finally opened with the pattern of your key code. the air became thick and you found it hard to swallow with a lump in your throat. were you sorry? yes. did you feel bad for being immature? yes. was a tiny part of you still curious to see how this would play out?

yes.

"y/n," was the first, and only, thing he muttered for a couple of excruciatingly long minutes. you watched as he put his bag down, eyed him as he took his shoes off, and almost burst when he ran a hand through his hair. maybe leehan was able to torcher you, even if unintended.

his eyes finally met yours, but then they drifted to your neck, and further to your collar bone. he knew. he's known since the first question left his lips hours and hours ago.

"what's that?" his arms snaked between each other, and you found it wrong to think it was hot, but you very much did.

almost like deja vu, the same feeling crept up from down within you. "what's what?" you reenacted. although this time, he didn't let it go. he approached you quickly, too fast to get away before you were sandwiched between the plaster and his body.

his hands were slow with movements. those oh-so-stupid-fucking-hands that had you, literally, at his fingertips. one forcing your head by your jaw to expose your neck, while the other brushed away the hair that disguised the marks from his view.

you fronted being indifferent, but truth be told, if he wasn't holding you up your knees would have buckled already, leaving you as a mess on the floor in front of him.

"you must think i don't know you," he voiced, holding eye-contact as he pushed his thumb between your lips, gathering just enough saliva to then press the digit to your neck and swipe. and it smudged with enough force, despite being labeled as waterproof. "tell me why you felt the need to paint these on. i couldn't think of one good reason all day, princess."

and the nickname he always called you — innocently and less than — had your heart in absolute shambles; the anticipation was just as good as if he'd raised his voice you thought. maybe your vanilla-scented boyfriend had finally gotten the hint that you wanted more, despite going about it in a less than thoughtful way. and maybe you realized that you didn't hate that he was always nice, no you loved that about him, but sometimes it was okay if he wanted to be a little bit meaner with you. after all, he could always say my ... anything he wanted, and that would still mean that he saw you as his forever only.

"i-i," you couldn't think straight when he attached his lips over the previously (fakely) marked spots. his breath was hot, lips gentle then firm as he sucked against the spots he knew you'd rarely let him have his way with. "i — uh, fuck. leehan,"

his voice was low against the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and a whimper up your throat, "if you wanted something, you could've just asked me, baby. i'd give you anything."

the eyes that you've grown comfortable with always seemed to be there despite the firm placement he had you in. you knew he loved you more than anything, so you knew his words were true. and his demeanor broke when he kissed your lips, almost giving you whiplash.

his palms laid flat against your cheeks, thumbs rubbing sweetly, "if you wanted everyone to know that you're mine, let me do it myself."

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[goldcnfish]

“you are my fire, my wind, you are my flower.”

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welcome, beautiful peoples!

this blog is basically going to be mainly focused on KOZ’s talented boys, BOYNEXTDOOR! <3 (though since i’m a multistan, i may post about other groups)

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about me:

↳ 04 liner ↳ libra ↳ she/her ↳ same bday as leehan (i can confirm we’re twins who were separated at birth) ↳ hobbies: reading, writing, etc.

other luvs ❥

anime

asian dramas (japanese, korean, chinese, thai)

kpop (obviously)

kim leehan

manhwa/manga/webtoons

gaming

superhero stuff (marvel, dc)

fantasy/supernatural stuff (vampires, gods, magic, etc)

greek mythology (favs: eros, apollo, athena, dionysus, artemis, demeter, etc)

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