#kpop best friend imagine

[justwritedreams]

Ateez texts: you fangirling over another idol

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐄 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐍 ꒱ 이찬영

summary : everyday texts between you and anton

genre : platonic, anton x gn!reader, oneshot, drabble, text au, lowkey crack tws : language, jokes about death author notes : anton is such a girlypop i love him word count : n/a

[ohsunnyboy]

a spark of light | han yujin ˚₊‧⁺˖

while han yujin isn't the greatest at maths, he is good at keeping your mind off it... that and being an annoyance.

TAGS: pining!!!!, bestfriends! yujin and gn!reader, highschool!au, some academic pressure, gaming, fluff, cuddles and general overwatch terms, lil bit of denial :>

A/N: i don't wanna do maths and yujin would support me in that. self-indulgent to deal w maths hell (i am bri'ish so math is maths)

WORDS: ~650

Inverse sin goes to one over root one minus... differentiate the brackets... sub in... simplify...

There's nothing soothing about maths. Not when you've been flipping back and forth between your formula sheet, always on the verge of doing something but never being quite too sure. It's bad habit to chew your lips red raw every time you try and it gets on Yujin’s nerves but hey, this isn't about him.

"It's not due until Friday you know," Han Yujin, serial procrastinator, says. "You can put the pen down."

"Just need to finish this one," you whine. It shouldn't be that bad: just an inverse tan question but you can't figure out if or how you'd simplify it down. What to do... what to do...

Fwick!

"Yujin!" His head flick and the sound of his laugh makes the weight in your head almost quadruple. You rest your head on the folded table on your lap, only vaguely aware of the characters running about on Yujin's screen.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing is working right in your head right now. You don't think it's the lack of sleep, not with the Red Bull still sitting on the table; it might be your head, spinning with x's and u's and y's. Though, it wouldn't take Einstein to figure out what you really need is anything but maths right now...

It's not much longer before you hear a sigh, and "Defeat" come from the TV. Oh well, it's what he gets for being annoying at least.

There’s a shift on the bed as you feel yourself roll a little more next to Yujin. Before you know it, he’s dragging you from under the armpits and into his side. You’re too tired to care much, even if Yujin kicks your homework off the bed.

"What?" you whine into Yujin’s shoulder. He smells like the cheap aftershave you bought him for his birthday last year after all he stunk of was his dance practices. “You want to help a poor soul?"

"No, you just think too hard,” he quips, voice a little terse as his Zenyatta gets charged off the map. "It's distracting me." You need to stifle a small smile when he comes back to charge attack the offending Reinhardt to death.

The silence you settle into is comfortable. Another round later, Yujin slips you your claimed plush (a really adorable rabbit plush that you both named Ollie) under your arm, letting you watch and let your mind empty out. Time ticks by, and soon your headache and maths become a distant problem.

“I always think too much,” you say with mirth. The bar at the top of the screen runs into overtime, Yujin’s Zenyatta and a D.va somehow fending off the entire opposing team as he zones off from you. You don’t think he hears you, not with the adrenaline in his ears as "Victory" flashes across the screen.

However, he replies with a toothy grin. "Good, because I need you to think for me." The idiot says it like a good thing. But he looks in your eyes with a spark of light them. Like lightning crackling across a dark sky. "Want to play the next match with me, yeah?"

You always think too much, and do too little. Can you really deny him this? "Fine."

"You love me,” he teases. It’s pressed into your ear and slides like a secret sticky note straight into your heart.

"Totally." You try to roll your eyes but he’s already off the bed in search of your laptop somewhere in the pile of your messes. Careful to put your forgotten homework back onto the table with the empty Red Bull cans.

It also doesn’t take Einstein to figure out what your heart is doing, and where your brain is taking you. Of all the times for your head to work, is right now really worth it?

You don't know what you'd do without Yujin. But you'd rather keel over than admit the solution to all your problems was him all along.

a good lil comfort fic was what i've been needing so here we are :) a like and reblog would be appreciated if you enjoyed! ⭒ masterlist

[formulawonu]

mingyu & dinner

summary: dinner with best friend!mingyu. you know him and he knows you – except for the little secret you both are hiding from each other :')

a/n: this is -kinda- related to this short blurb but it could also be read independently hdusikfjh i’ve been thinking a lot abt this dynamic!!!! and this is annoyingly fluff. the tension in the room whew is it hot in here or is it just me??? mingyu attending the louis vuitton show threw me over the edge

wc: 709 

tagging @friedparadiseprincess <3 feel free to ask to get tagged in future works/send in requests!

“open wide.” 

your eyes narrow at your best friend from across the table. he’s attempting to feed you part of the food he’s ordered with a cheesy grin on his face. he knows you get flustered whenever he attempts any kind of public display of affection with you. he finds it endearing.

“kim mingyu, i am not three years old.” you say, making an excuse. 

“come on, baby, open up.” 

his words go directly to the pit of your stomach, making you shift uncomfortably in your seat. 

“can’t you put it on my plate like a normal person?”

“no.” 

“then i don’t want your food.” 

you’re lying, and you both know it, because you had spent the last five minutes glancing at mingyu’s plate longingly. he does not break eye contact with you as he feeds himself the spoonful of food he was offering you a few seconds ago. he dramatically shuts his eyes, letting out a near-pornographic moan as he swallows. you reach over and slap his arm, glancing around the quaint restaurant to see if anyone heard him. 

his eyes fly open, laughing as he watches you hide your face in embarrassment. “see, it wouldn’t have been me making that sound if you just took my offering.” mingyu doesn’t know why, but he loves getting different reactions out of you. he would make a fool out of himself any day just to see what you’d do. he wasn’t afraid of looking stupid or managing his reputation when he was with you – he knew you would accept him for who he was. just as you always have. just as you are right now. “it would’ve sounded better coming out of you.”

you grimace at how he inches his face closer to you, smirking because he knows you won’t retaliate. you break eye contact, sighing as you shove another spoonful of your food into your mouth. “you’re frustrating, kim mingyu.” you hope he doesn’t see the small tinge of pink that has colored your cheeks at the near proximity of him. 

you hear mingyu chuckle then see a portion of his food getting moved onto your plate. “eat up,” he casually says. “i actually ordered this one because i knew you were choosing between this or the one you ordered.” you murmur a ‘thank you’ back, heart fluttering at his thoughtfulness.

he likes watching you – in general – and he’s never done anything to hide it. “stare any longer and we’ll end up switching bodies.” you say, taking a sip of your wine. you’d told mingyu a million times in the past that it wasn’t nice to stare at people and each time he would reply saying he only liked staring at you. he simply leans forward and continues staring at you, a small smile on his face. 

“i don’t mind switching bodies, but i just like looking at you.” 

“i know.”

“actually, i think i just like you.”

“i know- eh?”

he leans back in his seat after watching you, smiling. “of course i like you. who else would put up with you?” he says, raising his own glass of wine to toast you. you clink your glass with his. 

“mingyu, you’re stuck with me whether you like it or not,” you say, taking another sip and emptying out your drink. “we’re both stuck to each other. we made that clear ever since we skipped class that one time and got caught skipping.” he smiles at the memory. you were having a bad day at school and all he knew was he wanted to make it better for you – whatever it took. he had grabbed your hand and walked straight out of school. it makes you smile whenever you think of how silly you two had been then, thinking everything would be okay as long as you two were together. 

mingyu finishes the rest of his wine in one big sip, setting his glass down and getting up. “and i would do it again.” he says, holding out his hand for you to take. you knew leaving the restaurant didn’t mean going home yet. there was always room for dessert with mingyu. 

“and i would too.” you reply, grabbing his hand and walking out of the restaurant with a smile on your face. 

[mygirljunhee]

thank you, moonbin. rest in peace.

[dazesblog]

Lemonade - Hong Seunghan

.°☆ genre : fluff, situationship, non-idol au, brother's bestfriend seunghan x reader, friends to lovers ☆°.

featuring : brother lee sohee

no sypnosis !

warnings : attempted humour, kys jokes, sexual jokes, dense ppl

it was normal to have your brother's friends over. sometimes it would be all of them at the same time, making it hard to avoid them. sometimes it would be individually, or even duos.

saturday afternoon. it was unbearably hot for a spring day, summer obviously creeping closer day by day. it was hard to keep your peace in the hot weather. the sweat making your temper shorter by each degree it increased. you were on call with your friend in the living room. talking shit about god who knows from your school. eventually you heard an obnoxious knock on the front door. your mic went mute and you threw your phone on the couch to open the door. you knew it would be your brother, possibly occupied with one of his friends who you grew accustomed to.

you certainly weren't wrong. it was the famous trio of eunseok, sohee and seunghan. you greeted them with a bored smile and went back to get your phone. knowing the guys would probably play some type of game in the living room, you decided to go to your own room. looking for your phone on the couch, it apparently went into one of the cracks and now you were struggling to reach it. thankfully for you, your brother experienced this too many times and found it swiftly. he teased you in an annoying voice

"did you stay home all day again? i can't believe you barely go outside, unless it's for school."

"who goes out in this hot weather, you're crazy. i'm going out later."

"with who?"

"the usual."

that was a short conversation, you cutting it off way too early and running upstairs. completely ignoring the fact that your mom told you to serve all guests with a drink on days like this. you went back on call, all giddy completely forgetting the shit talking, and moving onto what you were gonna wear that day while hanging out. in the end you and your friend decided casual wear. but, a genius idea came up for you.

"oh my god. karina, let's wear mens' clothing and troll around the city."

"you finally said something smart today"

"oh come on! i'll steal sohee's clothes, meet up at my house, okay? come whenever you want, i'm not doing anything."

"let me just finish lunch, i'll be there in like one hour."

"help my toes are tingling i can sense we're gonna be caught like 2 minutes into acting."

"no. you'll be the one caught. you literally start giggling at everything and i always have to calm you down."

"kill yourse-"

you didn't even get the chance to finish your sentence, as your friend hung up on you. you tossed on the pillow only to pick it up right after because you had nothing else to do. till you heard a high pitched voice call to you from downstairs. when you went you saw a trio of sulking men.. trying to coaxe you into making lemonades. (nct127) at first you declined for the jokes, but as soon as they insisted you rushed to the kitchen. i mean.. you wanted some lemonade too so, why not do good deeds and make your brother's hot friends happy?

your mom initially teached you how to squeeze a lemon, first time you tried it. it ended up with the lemon juice in your eye, fighting for your life on the ground as you held it while screeching. adding the perfect amount of sugar and dividing the juice into four glasses. you put a straw on each. your greedy ass already drunk half of your own. but you still put it on the tray alongside the other three full ones. you went to the living room where for some reason the teenagers were on the floor? offering each of them their assigned glasses. seunghan, was reaching for his. no. he was reaching for one behind it, yours. he drank it with a teasing grin on his face. knowing damn well the two of you experienced an undirect kiss. your brother didn't notice, but eunseok did. he chuckled a little and you gave the two of them the dirtiest look.

1 hour passed and karina came in without even ringing the doorbell to enter your house, and immediately went to your room. where you were found in male clothes, karina pulled hers out of her bag and changed into them. all that was needed now was cologne for the both of you and contouring for masculine features. while waiting for karina to finish touching her look up, you realized that you never once saw your brother wear the hoodie you had on, which you assumer was his. it also had a familiar cologne. although you couldn't pinpoint who's, you didn't really care.

you exited your room alongside your friend, only to end up making eye contact with the one and only seunghan. for the first time today he striked a conversation with an intrigued smirk.

"oh wowww.." he said in a sarcastic voice "you're dressing up as a teenage boy?"

he wasn't even acknowledging karina, so she ended up talking to your brother and their other friend. you finally responded after some agonising silence.

"yeah, i figured it would be fun."

"with my hoodie though?"

"huh?" you said dumbfounded. then the realisation hit you. you were wearing a hoodie he forgot at your house, not too long ago.

he chuckled softly. "it's okay, you look cute in it. i wouldn't mind giving you all of my hoodies, if it meant you'd wear them."

you blushed as he ruffled your hair, you were closest with seunghan out of all of the other friends sohee had. he was easygoing and nice to be around

"oh whatever" you rolled your eyes, turning your gaze back to him. his jawline, his abs showing because of his tank top. you didn't even bother hiding the fact that you were checking him out. i mean, a situationship where you both clearly liked each other without anybody else knowing was fun.

"text me later yeah? i'll probably still be here, i'll come to your room."

you nodded and signalled karina to get going. you felt his lingering gaze on you, the tension between you two thick but not noticeable by the others. (minus eunseok :p)

should this be a oneshot or have a part two idek

[pirateprincessblog]

(Day)dream 》 K. Yeosang

𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Best Friend!Kang Yeosang x Virgin!Female Reader

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: masturbation, swearing, nicknames, eye-contact, first time oral (female receiving), hair pulling, dacryphilia, voyeurism, praising

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔: 3.6k

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: You don't do sleepovers, especially when it's a male friend that is calling you. But Kang Yeosang is your best friend, and the most precious thing in your life, how could you possibly say no to him?

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Yeosang's voice does things to me. Also have y'all seen how ripped that mf is and how huge his hands are (especially in that mirror selfie in the practice room)?

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༻♡༺

You never realised exactly how creepy Yeosang's room is. Your best friend has a collecting hobby, which you found really cute. He collects those bobble head figurines, and displays them on the shelves which cover a whole wall. Each time you'd pass there, you'd make sure to touch a few heads in the process. He would only let out a chuckle, then to back to what he was doing.

But now, at your first sleepover in his house, along with a few of his male and female friends, it seemed that the heads were moving without a touch. There were at least a hundred of them, and each time you'd spot some moving in the corner of your eye, you'd cover your head with a blanket. Yeosang was already asleep, exhausted from the final comeback preparations. He asked you to sleep over at his house so both of you could relax from your busy schedule. He had his back turned towards you, and his knees were pressed to his chest. He was never the one to hog the space. He is the most respectful man you've ever met, and so when you asked to share the bed with him, he still had to ask whether you're sure at least three times.

You don't regret coming over. What you regret is agreeing to stay up after him and declining his cuddling offer. You've had a few naps on his couch during the day, passed out on his chest and sometimes even drooling on him. Luckily, he'd fall asleep right after you and probably drool on you as well.

Then, you felt Yeosang shift. Your body stiffened, and you quickly closed your eyes. The only reason why you didn't do that sooner was the fear that one of those dolls might end up near the bed, or worse, on the bed. You are well aware that such things aren't possible, but it is dark, and the day has exhausted you. What doesn't happen in real life happens in your brain, and it's almost the same thing.

"You're not fooling anyone, you know?"

You open your eyes and take a deep breath. Your head turns towards him. He is laying on his side, facing you, while his hands are under the pillow for additional support. Even in the dark, his eyes still have the shimmer you absolutely adore.

"What is it? Uncomfortable bed? Am I taking up the space? Do I smell? I did shower but I ate that salad afterwards—"

"No, no, and no." You are quick to stop him.

"Need more pillows? Should I set the thermostat to a different temperature? If felt like you were shivering."

"Yeosang, that's fine. Everything is great, I just—"

His face drops. When it comes to satisfying people, he is the first one in line. He loves seeing people joyful, it only makes his happiness grow. "Just...?"

"Those dolls are really freaking me out."

The worried look on his face was replaced with a smiling one. He was glad it wasn't something he did.

"Would you like to move to the guest room?" He offers, already getting up.

"Well, I'm also scared to sleep alone in someone else's house. Only if you'll join me there? Pretty please?"

Seeing your pouty lips and round eyes while you so sweetly ask him couldn't pull a no from him.

"Of course."

Once you've settled in the new bed, and in a bland looking but doll free room, you finally closed your eyes. Yeosang was half asleep, keeping you company to help you become sleepy.

"What do you usually—" he yawns, then apologises and continues, "—do when you can't sleep?"

"I usually video chat you to sing to me, dumbass."

"Right," he says, his pointer finger pointing towards the ceiling as a confirmation. His hand then falls over your stomach, and Yeosang yawns one more time. "I'm sorry, pretty one, but I seriously can't stay awake anymore. Feel free to do anything that helps you fall asleep."

He then hovers above you, just enough to press his lips to your forehead, and drops his head on your shoulder. Soft snores are already leaving his mouth, and you couldn't believe just how easily he could always fall asleep.

He said anything that helps you, but you can't really do much that you usually do. The phone is charging in the other room, you don't have your book with you, and the only thing left is, well, the thing you aren't in the position to do. You haven't done it in a while, but now definitely wasn't the time to do it.

You close your eyes, hopefully for the last time this evening, and start counting anything in your mind. Sheep, pandas, bunnies, dogs, family, friends, Yeosang, Yeosang, Yeosang—

Shirtless Yeosang? Not something you had never seen, but you didn't see it in a while. He had grown his muscles since the last time you saw him, and as much as it felt embarrassing to even think about it (in case he is a mind reader), you wished to take a little peek. You'll never forget the last day of your summer vacation, where you had just arrived at his house ready for dinner with your mutual friends. He was leaving the pool, in a way so unintentionally sensual and hot that it had your eyes blurry. Like when you read good smut on AO3.

Yeosang wasn't yet quite aware of his hot physique, because he still puts himself down. But the sight of his drenched hair and water drops rolling down his toned and veiny body didn't have only you rubbing your thighs together and shamelessly staring at him. Although, you were the only lucky one to be greeted with the sweetest voice and a kiss on the top of your head.

A sudden squeeze to your side made your eyes shot open again. You looked down, ready to scold him. But the way the young man gripped your side, unintentionally making his veins pop out, made you quickly squeeze your thighs together and look up at the ceiling. Yeosang was one of those men who weren't aware of their strength, and you absolutely adored it. A gentle giant, he was. And still is.

"You're killing me." You whisper in defeat.

You sneak your hand under the blanket, then under your sleeping shorts. Your fingers quickly find the place that was demanding attention. You sigh, and relax your body on the soft mattress. Your panties are still on, but you aren't in the position to move a lot. This will have to do.

Your other hand grips your breast, carefully slipping beneath the bra and resting there. Not a single sound was heard in the room, and you hoped to make it stay that way. Though pictures of Yeosang in your mind and his scent all over you would occasionally make you sigh, but nothing more than that. After all, he said anything that helps, didn't he? You just need release. It doesn't have to be strong or long or even that good. Just enough to exhaust you and put you to sleep.

A whimper leaves your mouth, and you are quick to put your hand on it. It felt better when the blonde haired man was on your mind, and you couldn't seem to stop with the sweet summer memories replaying in your brain. Yeosang swimming, Yeosang jumping out of the water to hit the ball, Yeosang setting up the volleyball net with his sun-kissed back turned towards you, Yeosang drinking a cocktail with sunglasses on, wet Yeosang hugging dry you to make you get into the water, Yeosang holding you on his shoulders in the pool, Yeosang, Yeosang, Yeosang—

"Yeosang—" you let it slip, but aren't aware yet. It comes out as a needy whisper, but enough to make the man next to you shuffle. He doesn't react yet, but simply moves his head closer to you.

"Yeosang," you cry out again, this time a bit louder. For you, it's all happening in your mind. You are lost in the feeling of ecstasy coming from your two sensitive spots and the fantasies your brain is creating. You are so close, ready to spill over. Just a little bit more rubs and a little more focus.

Yeosang hears it this time, and even if that one wasn't enough to wake him up, you made sure to say it again. And again. And again. Until Yeosang became aware of what was happening. He furrowed his eyebrows, trying to figure out if you are messing with him. Yet, why would you do that, when the topic of sex makes you blush like crazy and you run from him every time he says something about that.

He has wished upon many opportunities like these, but now that he has one, he isn't sure how to react. His fantasy and real life isn't the same. You could run away from him and never talk to him again. Or, you could enjoy, and beg for more, just like you are now. After all, it is his name you are chanting.

Yeosang decided to keep his mouth shut, just to see how much you like to enjoy yourself while thinking about him. You gripped at your breasts, your hand movements sped up, and your sighs and whimpers were getting louder and louder. You had so little self control, and he was so here for it. Still, he had company in his house. They didn't have to hear your pretty little sounds.

His hand finds its way on your lips, and you are quick to gasp and look at him wide eyed. You mutter rushed words of apologies to him while your cheeks burned from embarrassment. Suddenly, Yeosang felt so big compared to you. You were so small under his touch, so delicate and so pretty.

"Why would you apologise for taking my advice?" He teases.

You only gulp, still scared to say anything else. Yeosang uses his other hand to remove the blanket, but doesn't look down yet. You try to move your hand from your clit, but he is quick to reach for your wrist and keep it there. He gets up on the bed, moving your body towards the centre with such ease it made you whimper again. He chuckles, then proceeds to hover over you so that his legs were on your sides. His knees are supporting him from sitting on you and crushing you, though you really wouldn't mind. He kisses your forehead, keeping his lips there a tad bit longer than usual. Then, he gets close to you. His hand is the only thing separating your lips from his, and you'd give anything to move it aside. He lightly brushes the tip of his nose against yours, then finally speaks again.

"Keep doing what you need to do."

You don't move. Not yet. You still need to process the situation you found yourself in. Yeosang on top of you, entirely smitten just from looking at your face. You below him, your fingers still on your clit. It was a situation you never knew you needed.

"Please, dolly. I need to see your face twist with pleasure again. I need to hear my name spilling from your lips again."

His voice is deep as he whispers into your mouth, and just like that, you are ready to give in for this man. You proceed to rub circles into your clit, each rub sending waves of pleasure through your body. Yeosang slowly removes his hand, then places it on your waist. He doesn't look down a single time. He only admires you. He watches as you bite your lip, listens to your sighs and whimpers, feels your legs press together underneath him. He will remember this forever.

"Turn it up a notch if you wish," he offers.

You are more than happy to do so. Finally freeing your voice, your sighs now turn into hums and moans. You want to beg him, ask him to take care of you so sweetly, but you don't know what to ask him for. You've never done anything with anyone, only ever took care of yourself alone. You wouldn't ask for, well, sex (yet), but you need something. Anything.

"That's a good girl," he praises, proudly watching your face twist with pleasure again. "So obedient and pretty for me."

You can only hum in response, your focus not allowing you to do much.

"I could watch you like this forever." He sighs into your mouth, this time not with his hand in the way. "So breathtaking."

You didn't know what was so breathtaking about your sweaty face, hair sticking to your chest and forehead and needy whines, but you still went with it.

"Yeosang," you call out.

"Yes, love?"

"Help me." You finally say.

"Let me admire you a bit more. Will you?"

Nodding eagerly, you give him permission to finally look down at you. You hear him groan, then feel him going down to the bottom of your legs. He pulls down your sleepwear, then slowly pushes your thighs apart. That movement alone made you almost orgasm. Fuck, Kang Yeosang will be the end of you.

He holds your thighs down, then with a single look into your eyes signals you to keep going. You feel exposed in front of him, even though you didn't fully undress yet. Your two fingers are lazily drawing circles on your clit. After all, the slowed thing is always more intense for you. You throw your head back, already feeling the orgasm approaching.

Yeosang then places his hand over yours, stopping your movements once again. "Not just yet."

You look down at him, completely in awe when you see his eyes focusing so well on your fingers. If you ever thought he couldn't look any hotter, he has just proven you wrong. You decide to take the next step without his instructions. You start removing your panties, and the man is quick to help you. He caresses your skin as he pulls the fabric down, then gets up. Your confused stare is following him to his dresser, and it turns into a surprised one as he tosses the panties in the drawer. He closes it again, returning to his spot as if nothing happened.

"Will you..." he sighs, once again spreading your legs apart, "allow me to take care of you?"

"Yes," you reply, not even letting him finish the sentence in peace.

"Is this your first time doing something so sexual with someone?"

You wished he didn't ask. He didn't need to be turned down by your inexperience right now. Still you answer with an embarrassed yes.

"Good."

You don't have time to think about his reply as you are taken into the land of fantasy by him, with just a swipe of his tongue. Your hand reaches towards his hair, fingers tugging at the blonde strands every time he lick from the bottom upwards. He finds your most sensitive bud, keeping the tip of his tongue there for a while. You are shaking under his lips, yet still grinding against him for more. He devours you, licks at your folds as if there is no tomorrow, sucks on your clit, collects every drop of your arousal. He puts his palms underneath you, right on your buttcheeks, and pushes the lower part of your body upwards into his mouth.

A surprised moan leaves your mouth, and your other hand is now gripping at the wooden frame of his bed. Yeosang is completely lost in the smell and taste of you. He is moaning and humming into your drenched folds, tongue lapping over your clit without mercy. He flattens his tongue, then gives you an intense lick from the bottom upwards.

Your nails dig into his shoulder. You don't know what to do with yourself from all this pleasure. Yet you wanted more. You wanted to take everything he gives you, and enjoy it until the moment your body passes out in his arms.

"Fuck—" you cry out, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

His soft lips close around your bud, gently sucking, kissing, then licking again. He slows down his movements, feeling you tense underneath him. You are close, but he won't make your orgasm quick and fast. You deserve the best from him.

He uses one hand to spread your folds, completely exposing your clit to the full pleasure. He lazily licks at it, his patience having no end. You moan and moan, not quite aware of how loud you are.

"Yeosang—" you finally moan his name, this time because of his touch, not fantasies. "Oh, please—"

Dozens of short sighs and moans leave your lips, mixed with the chanting of his name, but you are not ready to let go yet. It was too good to end it.

Yeosang buries his head deeper between your legs, taking all of you into his mouth and still lazily sucking and teasing. He pushes his tongue into the tip of your sensitive bud, licking in circles and occasionally gently biting at it. You let out a groan, then sit up a bit so that you can take a look at him. He places his hand just above your cunt, pulling the skin back so that he can have full access to your clit while his eyes stay locked on yours. You are a moaning mess, and the intense eye contact he has made you maintain only made you want to scream out his name.

You feel your stomach tighten, and your orgasm is approaching as carefully as Yeosang is devouring you. Your head falls back, multiple waves of pleasure washing over your body and making you weak in his arms.

"Yeo-Yeosang," you cry out, "fuck—"

You grit your teeth, focusing on the pleasure as much as you can. What you didn't expect was another one in such a short period, hitting you so strong that it made tears roll down your cheeks. You are still at the mercy of his tongue, which doesn't want to stop just yet. Your back is arched from the bed, still shaking as you're experiencing strong shocks of pleasure. Yeosang places his hand on your stomach, slowly lowering your body back on the mattres.

"You look absolutely ravishing when you cry." He admits, eyes not leaving your face. "So vulnerable in my hands."

You look down at him through half closed eyelids, wanting to take in every single image he gives you. He is angelic between your legs: blonde hair messy from your grip, lips plump from his majestic work, puffy cheeks with a pink tint and eyes shiny with lust. He licks at your folds, avoiding your overly sensitive bud in the middle, and cleans all the sticky arousal from you. He presses a kiss on your thigh, then hovers above you once again. You try to wipe your tears, but he grabs your hands and pins them against the wooden bedframe. He licks lips, then brings his head down. His stare is too intense for you. You want to react. Do something.

So you bring his face closer to yours, pressing your lips into his. They are warm, his tongue against your lips hot, and his nose soft against yours. He kisses you gently, almost like he is afraid of hurting you. You try your best to keep up with his rhythm, but your excited heart doesn't allow you to. He has to pull away for a second, a smile on his lips.

"That nervous to kiss me?"

You bite the inside of your cheek, thinking of whether or not to tell him exactly why you are behaving like this.

"Who wouldn't be nervous about their first kiss, Kang Yeosang?"

"You're telling me I gave you a first real orgasm first, then a first kiss?" He asks, surprise taking over his features.

"Didn't say I didn't like it this way."

The man laughs in disbelief, then presses his lips into yours again, this time him trying to match your rhythm. And no matter who chases who, it still fills the empty parts of you just right.

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[lina-linny]

summary: you are a princess and your whole life is geared towards the fact that one day you will have to marry a powerful prince. but what happens if you decide against it and listen to your heart instead of your father?

words: 3.9k

genre: fluff, angst

I am the princess of a larger kingdom. I have lived in a large castle since I was a child and my family has always been wealthy and respected.

Ever since i was a little girl, i have always had a best friend. Jongho

I looked out of the window. Over my father's lands. Over the kingdom that I would inevitably inherit one day.

While other children romped and played outside in the palace gardens, I always sat in this huge classroom and received lessons in everything a princess needed to know.

Court etiquette, music, mathematics and needlework, etc.

But the only thing I ever wanted was to live, play and laugh with other children.

But my father thought none of the offspring of the stuff was worth my time. So I wasn't allowed to play with them.

One day after my 10th birthday, my father assigned me my own bodyguard.

Every high-ranking person at court was assigned a personal guard from a young age. So this was nothing unusual.

My bodyguard was very nice. I always got on well with General Choi and he also did his job well. He followed my every move.

One day, General Choi told me about his family. He casually mentioned that he had a young son my age.

My face lit up when he told me about Jongho.

For the next few days, I couldn't stop thinking about Jongho. I wanted to meet him. I wanted a friend.

So I tried to persuade General Choi inconspicuously to bring Jongho to his work and thus to me.

The guard immediately realized what my mission was. He laughed inwardly. But he knew how lonely I was, so he brought Jongho to me.

When I saw the little boy standing confidently but quietly next to his father, my heart skipped a beat.

All my life I had wanted another child as a playmate.

But how did that actually work? Playing with other children? How did you talk to other children? What should I…

Jongho bowed to me and my thoughts were abruptly forced to a halt.

General Choi smiled and patted his son's head.

“Go play in the parlor together. I'll keep an eye on you from here. I'm sure you'll get along famously.

But what if he didn't like me, or if Jongho was weird?

My worries quickly disappeared, though.

Me and Jongho talked, laughed, played and chased each other around the salon laughing and screeching.

Over the years, we grew closer and closer. Jongho visited me almost every day and we became best friends.

Jongho always seemed quiet and reserved, but when the two of us were alone, he opened up. We always told each other everything.

Over the years, our friendship developed into something that was no longer just friendship.

When we saw each other, hugged each other, touched each other, our hearts beat at an unreasonably fast pace.

When we complimented each other, the other would turn red and shy.

When he took my stuff and caried them for me, my whole body tingled.

When our faces were so close together that we could just kiss, we didn't back away but neither did we take a step forward and connect our lips.

We both knew that if we took that step, there would be no turning back. It would be complicated with my father and so much more.

So we always stayed in one place. Didn't take a step forward or back until my 19th birthday.

I had been getting ready for my stupid birthday banquet for hours.

That was the reason I had always hated my birthday. It wasn't about me, it was about business and etiquette.

My only job was to look good. That was all I was good for. That had been made unmistakably clear to me.

One day I would have to marry an influential prince and when I had given birth to a few children, the world would be finished with me.

I could no longer be stuck in this agonizingly long dress fitting. I needed some fresh air so I persuaded my maids to let me into the park for a few minutes, which they allowed, slightly annoyed.

So I walked into the park with my perfectly laced, perfectly fitting (and admittedly very pretty) ball dess.

If my father knew that i was just walking around the castle without my hair and make-up done, especially on my birthday, he would have been very angry.

But he didn't have to know.

I slowly wandered through the flower beds. It smelled like spring and the sun was shining directly into my face. A pleasant tingling of warmth spread through me and I closed my eyes.

“Y/n…?”

I heard Jongho walk cautiously towards me.

I smiled. At least there was a ray of hope on my birthday. Then I turned around and looked into Jongho's beautiful face. The light of the sun played around his hard features.

“What are you doing out here? It's dangerous for you to go out alone.”

I smiled. He always worried too much. It was sweet.

“Nothing will happen to me” I replied nonchalantly"

He shook his head. Smiling, I turned my gaze to the ground to watch a small bug trying to climb up my shoe.

“I… I passed the general's training.” I looked up. Straight into his face. He looked a little tense.

I ran up to him and locked him in my arms. He looked taken aback but quickly returned the hug.

I smiled. Ever since we were both children, Jongho had dreamed of becoming a general at court and now he had officially made it.

“I spoke to my father…” Jongho murmured into my hairline.

“He said that the job is getting too strenuous for him. He's already old and will have to stop working soon. That's why he suggested that I could become your new bodyguard.”

My head whipped around and I looked directly into his face, which was only a few centimetres away from mine.

“Only if you want to, of course! I don't have to…” Jongho quickly added, but I interrupted him.

“Of course I do! This is the best birthday present I've ever received.”

I was beaming from ear to ear and a soft smile slowly spread across Jongho's face.

I hugged him to me again. He slowly stroked my back and I felt that warm tingling sensation in my whole body again.

I pressed him closer to me because my heart was crying out for his. No matter how tightly I pressed him against me, it was never enough. I wanted us to become one.

I sighed. Right now, Jongho really was my only ray of hope.

“Do you have to go back to your fitting?” Jongho asked cautiously.

I sighed and nodded. That got a soft laugh from Jongho.

“You'll survive.”

I groaned. “I wouldn't be so sure about that. If it goes on like this, I run the risk of just jumping out of the window.”

“That wouldn't do any good princess. I'd be there to catch you.”

I looked into his face, puzzled, and felt warmth spread through my cheeks.

He was so close to me. I could just lean towards him and…

“You look beautiful, by the way. At least the agony of trying it on is worth it.” He whispered the words in my ear, which made me blush even more.

But before I could say anything back, I heard the distant voice of my maid.

She was calling for me and would obviously appear here at any moment.

I turned back to Jongho and tried to get my red cheeks back under control. “Are you at the banquet later?”

Jongho nodded and I smiled. Then it couldn't be too bad.

Jongho accompanied me and my maid back to my chambers and then took up his post outside my door.

After at least another hour for my hair and make-up, my maids finally declared the work finished.

My maids left the room and I dropped into a chair with a sigh.

I just stared at the ceiling for at least 5 minutes without doing anything. I was so exhausted.

All I really wanted was for Jongho to come to me and barricade myself in here with him.

As if he had heard me, Jongho knocked on my door at that moment.

After a few polite seconds, Jongho opened the door. He was holding something behind his back that I couldn't see.

His face was slightly red and he looked a little embarrassed.

“Hey,” he said sheepishly and scratched the back of his head.

I smiled back at him.

“I… um I have something for you because it's your birthday today. They're not the prettiest. But I picked them myself.

He carefully conjured up a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back. The flowers looked as if they had been picked from the garden.

I had received countless bouquets of flowers in my life. Bouquets of expensive, valuable or rare flowers, but never before had I felt a bouquet was so precious.

I beamed happily at him, which made Jongho smile.

“Thank you! It looks so pretty! Wait, I'll get a vase.” I thanked him effusively.

I disappeared for a moment and then put Jongho's flowers in the vase.

Jongho had entered in the meantime and closed the door behind him.

I walked towards him. A soft smile played around his features and he looked shyly at the floor.

“You look even prettier now than you did before and I thought that was no longer possible.”

I blushed but smiled. I carefully let my hand rest on his cheek.

He looked up at me. “Thank you, I really appreciate you. Thank you for being with me and managing to make even the day I've always hated more than anything bearable. You are really important to me.”

I didn't know where this sudden confession came from, but I looked confidently into Jongho's eyes.

His cheeks glowed and he chuckled. He couldn't hold the eye contact with me and looked down at the floor.

He smiled happily and I had to smile too.

Everyone was always afraid of Jongho. He often seemed cool or too serious to them.

But when it was just the two of us, he was exactly the opposite. He was shy and soft. He loved to give compliments but even more to receive them.

Smiling, I pressed a kiss to his cheek, deepening the red in his face.

Now he looked deep into my eyes again.

I put my other hand on his cheek and caressed it gently. Jongho closed his eyes.

“Do you know how much you mean to me?” He asked in a slightly trembling voice.

I held my breath. Should I just do it? should i be breave and risk everything... for my love?

...yes. I knew it was worth everything.

I carefully closed the distance between our lips but stopped before they touched. “I love you” I whispered.

It was a simple confession and yet my heart was hammering against my chest as if it was about to jump out.

Jongho overcame the last centimeter that had separated our lips and melted into me.

It felt like the whole world stopped spinning.

I had been waiting for this since the first time I saw him. His lips brushing against mine, caressing and teasing them.

My body was on fire and he was the lighter.

I held the lighter to my own pyre and yet I couldn't get enough.

I carefully detached myself from him.

Jongho smiled gently.

“I love you too, my little princess,” he smiled.

We both knew that it was going to be complicated. But we pushed the thought aside.

The moment was far too beautiful to ruin it now. It would happen sooner or later anyway.

“I take back everything I said earlier. That was the best birthday present I've ever received.” I announced and we both giggled.

I entered the banquet with Jongho right behind me.

He escorted me to my chair, adjusted it for me and helped me sit down.

I couldn't suppress the lovesick grin on my face.

Jongho had a neutral expression on his face, but I could see a loving twinkle in his eyes as he looked down at me.

My bodyguard stood at the edge of the hall, next to the rest of the security staff, from where they could keep an eye on everything and intervene at any time, but not disturb the privacy of the guests too much.

I let my gaze wander over the table. My father had invited numerous guests.

There were minor nobles from our kingdom as well as more influential princes and kings with their princesses or queens from other kingdoms.

I let the meal wash over me. I made a little polite conversation with some of the nobles next to me.

I kept exchanging tender glances with Jongho.

After we had finished eating, I wanted to retire but my father came rushing towards me with a young man in tow.

“Y/n!” he called to me and I waited patiently until he had reached me.

“Prince Seonghwa, this is my daughter Y/n,” my father introduced me and I curtseyed slightly as Seonghwa bowed to me.

“You should have a little talk. I have something to discuss with King Park Seonghwa's father. I'm sure you two get along famously.”

My father gave me a warning look and I knew what was going on. Seonghwa's father was obviously a powerful king and my father couldn't pass up an opportunity like this for any kind of political business.

When my father left us alone, Seonghwa smiled at me understandingly. “Looks like we're both in the same boat. I guess we'll have to kill time together now”

He laughed and I had to smile too. I could imagine worse company.

“Do you want to dance?” Seonghwa asked and I nodded. I loved dancing so I gratefully took the opportunity.

It turned out that Seonghwa was almost as good a dancer as I was and also a very good conversationalist.

We got on well and laughed a lot.

We had now both decided that enough dancing was enough for now. So we retreated to the edge of the party and talked here.

Seonghwa had just left to organize something for us both to drink when my eyes met Jongho's.

He had obviously been watching me, because he quickly turned his gaze away from me and blushed.

I smiled softly and made my way over to him.

Seonghwa would find me.

“Hi,” I smiled back at him.

“Looks like you're having a good time.” Jongho said somewhat coolly and I froze. What was wrong with Jongho?

“Is everything okay?” I asked cautiously and Jongho ran his hand over his face. You could tell how frustrated he was.

“Just… you seem to get on VERY well with this prince. You giggle all the time and I can see him flirting with you.”

A smile spread across my face. “Are you jealous?” I grinned and poked him on the nose with my index finger, which made him blush.

He grabbed my hand a little roughly by the wrist, pushed it away from his face and looked at me seriously.

“You shouldn't do that here. We'll just be seen and then we'll have to deal with the rumors.”

The laughter disappeared from my face and I looked at him, a little hurt. I carefully pulled my wrist out of his and Jongho sighed. I smiled sadly.

“Yeah I'm jealous that this prince can just walk around here with you so openly and I have to stand here and watch. It fucking hurts to see you with him because I know you have to marry him.”

I stared at him in horror. But before I could say anything back, Seonghwa came running to us.

Jongho instinctively took a step away from me, putting a professional distance between us and giving my heart a stich.

Seonghwa glanced back and forth between us and then looked down at the floor with a knowing smile.

Nodding, I took my glass from him and drained the damn alcohol in one gulp. I didn't feel like I was going to survive the whole thing any other way tonight.

Seonghwa smirked and Jongho frowned at my actions.

Jongho carefully took the glass from me.

“Don't drink so much again.” He said worriedly and I sighed. He said it so easily.

“I want to dance again, will you come with me?” I turned to Seonghwa. He nodded and together we walked towards the dance floor.

I felt bad because I knew that all of this was hurting Jongho, but I was hurting too.

It wouldn't work like this with us. We weren't made for this. I couldn't pretend that I was interested in other men and that I didn't care about Jongho, nor could Jongho watch me do it.

In the long run, we would break, shatter, like a rose crushed by the expectations of all the others.

I danced with Seonghwa, but my thoughts were with Jongho at the edge of the ballroom.

I just wanted to be with him. I didn't need big parties or powerful nobles. I just needed him.

Seonghwa smiled.

''You love him very much, don't you? Your bodyguard…”

My head snapped to him and I stared at him in horror. Was it that obvious? Would he tell the others?

He just laughed at my reaction. “Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. I understand you. I… I have someone too. She's very special and… not noble either. It'll be complicated, but I think you can manage all this.”

I sighed. Would we really make it? I would have to be brave enough to tell my father.

We weren't meant to keep this a secret. That wouldn't work. I couldn't just marry someone and be with someone else in the meantime. That would hurt me and him too much.

“I think our fathers want to marry us off.” Seonghwa said. “I don't know if I'll be brave enough to put my own happiness above my father's wishes. But I think you will be. Just know that i'll be on your side and support you if you are.”

We were silent for the rest of the dance, both engrossed in our own thoughts.

The song we had been dancing to ended and we left the dance floor together.

Our fathers came running towards us. They both had busy looks on their faces and seemed very happy.

“Oh, no. They've come to an agreement. That shouldn't bode well for us.” Whispered Seonghwa.

I just sighed. I felt like I'd been doing this far too often lately.

Our fathers came to a halt in front of us.

“I and King Park, after much deliberation, have come to an agreement regarding the future of our kingdoms.”

My father smiled at us as if he were giving us a gift. As if we would be happy for the increased power and a larger kingdom

“The wedding will take place next year.” Seonghwa's father added.

If I had tried to find another explanation for my father's words before, I now had to finally accept that I had to marry Seonghwa.

I looked at Jongho, who was standing within earshot of us, and noticed that his lower lip was trembling suspiciously.

Tears rolled down my cheek and yet my voice was firm as I spoke.

“No!” I said firmly.

“No?!” My father asked incredulously. “How dare you? It's not your decision.”

I took a shaky breath and looked my father straight in the eye.

“I'm not going to marry Seonghwa. I don't want more power or to secure our kingdom. I want to love and be myself and I've already found someone with whom I can get all that. So I will not marry Seonghwa just because you want more influence.”

Seonghwa smiled with his head bowed. “I agree with her.” He said simply, but it was more than enough.

“And who is this someone supposed to be?” My father asked angrily.

“Jongho,” I said simply and looked over at my lover to see silent tears running down his cheeks just like mine.

“Your bodyguard?!” My father asked incredulously and I just nodded.

“I'm not asking for your permission or anything like that. I know I won't get it. But I'm with him and you're not going to change that. I'm an adult and able to lead my own life.”

My father gasped indignantly, but I turned away and walked over to Jongho.

I wrapped him in my arms. He was never really comfortable with physical contact in public, so I just took his hand and walked out of the ballroom with him.

We were silent on the way. Tears were still quietly running down my cheek.

When we arrived in my chambers, Jongho closed the door behind him and kissed me in the same second.

The kiss was with more desire than any before it. I clung to him tightly. Jongho held me and my tears slowly dried up.

“I'm so proud of you. You were so brave my little princess.”

I cried again and Jongho hugged me to him.

“I won't let him separate us, ok?” I sobbed into Jongho's shoulder.

Jongho smiled. “I know. You're not going to get rid of me that easily.”

I smiled under my sobs.

Jongho helped me change into my nightgown and brushed my hair as carefully as if I were made of glass.

He helped me into my bed and tucked me in. He kissed me goodnight on the forehead but as he was about to leave, I called him back.

“Jongho?”

“Y/n?”

“Could you… sing to me? So I can fall asleep?”

Jongho smiled softly and sat on the edge of my bed.

But instead of letting him sit there, I pulled him into bed with me, which made him gasp in surprise.

I giggled and he slipped under the covers with me. I cuddled up to him and he hugged me to him.

He began to sing softly to me and the last thing I heard before I fell asleep was Jongho.

[kjmcotton]

Commitment issues | Bbh

Byun Baekhyun x fem!reader

Best friends to lovers!AU

Plot:after a stolen kiss from your friend Baekhyun you open your eyes,realising that maybe you need to leave your fears behind

Warnings:mentions of past trauma,cursing

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“I was so scared you would’ve opened that door and left”

Baekhyun laid down on his bed,ruffling his hair. He couldn’t stop thinking about you and the kiss you two had exchanged a few days ago.

It had been almost an accident,you simply bumped into each other while baking a cake in the small kitchen of your apartment,but he had been so in love with you that he couldn’t avoid overthinking it.

And the same happened to you too.

You were sitting on the couch,with your cat,Minnie,on your legs. She was sleeping peacefully. How much you envied her,you thought;living the life of a cat was so easy:no drama,no love problems,just naps. You really wanted to close your eyes that night,you had ran out of sleep because of the thought of that kiss,but you couldn’t forget anything about it.

You couldn’t forget Baekhyun’s soft smile while kneading the dough with you,your hands stroking against each other,the delicate smell of his cologne mixing up with the one of cinnamon and pastry,and then…it happened. He wanted to put the mixture in the oven,which was on the right,next to you,while you wanted to take a mop,which was on the left, next to Baekhyun. You both turned around at the same time and decided to overtake the other by walking on the left. There it happened:your bodies collided. Some mixture fell on the ground,followed by the mop,and your lips got chained together.

You were surprised,same for Baekhyun,but he didn’t seemed bothered at all:in that moment you connected all the dots, and understood his feelings. It made you shiver,but not in pleasure.

Baekhyun had been your best friend since kindergarten:you had started playing together during breaks and since then he had never left your side.

He had seen the best part of you,but also the worst. He was there during your hard times;first when your dad abandoned your mum to get engaged with a younger woman;then when,in high school,you were bullied after a so called friend of yours told everybody that your dad had left to fuck with a twenty five year old woman. You had found yourself alone,surrounded with people laughing at you,but even then Baekhyun took care of you

He would walk you to school,sit with you during lunch,snap when any bully was around and he would even help you study during the days in which all you could do was crying.

On the other hand,you had always been there for him too. You comforted him when he needed it,you listened to him and never left him alone. There was a strong bond tying the two of you together, and you were scared that you could break it by hurting his feelings.

You loved him,indeed,and,after that random kiss,you were sure that love wasn’t the one you could feel towards a friend. It was so much more,it was the one you only see in movies. A deep love,made of devotion and both mental and physical attraction;however you weren’t ready for it. You wanted it,but you weren’t able to hold onto it. Too many fears popped in your heart at the thought of dating Baekhyun,because you knew you would’ve never been able to be intimate with him…or any other person,which was why you had been single your whole life. You were too scared to trust people in most cases,while in others,like it happened for Baekhyun,you were simply scared to not being able to carry on with a relationship and hurt your other half. It couldn’t happen,not with Byun Baekhyun. You would’ve never forgiven yourself for hurting the only person who had always been by your side.

You spent the night turning around in between your sheets:right side,left side,tummy,back…it seemed a loop that stopped only when you saw the dawn. It was the fourth night spent sleepless,you could feel your body missing all its energy,so you knew that a though day was ahead.

You took your car and drove to university:finance was the first class of the morning.

You sighed,sitting at the same spot as always, where Baekhyun found you.

“Good morning!” a beautiful smiled appeared on his pinky lips

“Good morning” you smiled back,but with less excitement than usual. Baekhyun immediately noticed and looked at you with concern

“Are you okay Y/n?” he asked,holding onto your wrist. Panicked,you shrugged his hand off

“I’m fine,just tired”

“Why? You didn’t sleep?”

“I didn’t” you said,standing up as soon as the professor stepped into the class.

Following that morning’s lessons was almost impossible to you:your head ached and keeping your eyes opened was a battle that made it impossibile for you to take notes.

Baekhyun obviously noticed,so he put an unusual effort into writing down every single word he could hear

“Y/n…” he called you with a whisper,touching your shoulder with the cap of the pen

“Mh…” you murmured,about to falling asleep

“Y/n!” he called you again. This time you startled and straightened your back

“What?” you asked,blinking fast

“Go home,I’ll take notes for the both of us” Baekhyun smiled.

You shook your head

“It’s okay,I’ll take mine. I had just a moment,thank you Baek” you said,unintentionally cold

Baekhyun’s sweet smile disappeared as he went back to writing.

At the end of the lessons you left the university. You were heading to the parking when Baekhyun reached you

“Are you sure you can drive? I can give you a lift”

“Don’t worry Baek,I can. See you tomorrow”

You hated yourself that day:you were awfully cold and distant,but,somehow,that was the only behaviour you could have towards the boy,it didn’t matter if you didn’t want it. It was something similar to a copying mechanism:you didn’t want him to be fooled or hurt so you would simply step away. There was nothing you could do to avoid it:your cold voice came out naturally,same with the need to avoid any kind of physical contact. You thought that in a few days things would get better,but it only worsened.

The more you tried to avoid Baekhyun,the more he looked for you.

You were hungry? He would share his snacks

You were thirsty? He would share his drinks

You were sleepy? He would offer you his shoulder as a pillow and would take notes for you.

One day it even happened:after a week of barely sleeping you couldn’t stand it and ended up falling asleep on his shoulder while revising for an exam.

You were sitting on a bench in the garden of the university as both you and Baekhyun were checking the notes taken during one the many classes. You were trying to stay focused on understanding what you were reading,but the more you tried the more your brain wanted to black out…until it actually happened. You yawned and randomly nodded at what Baekhyun was saying,without even understanding what he was talking about,then your lashes shut and your head became heavy,falling on your friend’s shoulder.

Baekhyun,whose heart skipped a beating for a second,didn’t dare to wake you up;otherwise he fixed your jacket,wrapped an arm around your body and went on revising on his own. Happy to have you so close.

When you woke up,embarrassed,you tried to apologies but Baekhyun said only one thing:

“They say that if we fall asleep on someone’s shoulder it’s because we trust them with our life. It’s nothing new,but I’m glad you trust me with yours” he smiled,and you couldn’t take it anymore.

Without saying a word you collected your things and ran away,holding back your tears:what the hell was going on? Why,all of a sudden,weren’t you able to control your emotions?! Why were you feeling so angry and overwhelmed? Why couldn’t Baekhyun stop it there?

You took your car and drove home,slamming the door as soon as you got inside your flat.

Minnie,who was peacefully sleeping,stood up and ran to hide in a corner as soon as she heard the loud noise. You looked at her and pat her head

“I’m sorry baby,I’m not mad at you” you sighed

The little cat waved her tail and licked your hand,watching while you went to your room.

You threw your bag at the end of the bed,took off your jacket and let your body fall on the sheets. How much you wanted to disappear and forget that crappy situation with Baekhyun. You grabbed your pillow and put it under your head,closing your eyes. At the beginning your mind would jump from a thought to another,browsing your imaginary book of memories. Baekhyun was everywhere,which made you tear up,but you were so tired,and the bed was so comfortable,that you had no time to breakdown as you finally fell asleep.

You woke up at 9pm,it was already dark outside and Minnie was hungry. You rubbed your eyes,bringing into clear the imagine of your cat wagging her tail on your bed.

“I’m coming…I’ll cook you dinner” you mumbled. Said so,the animal jumped down from your bed and ran to the kitchen.

You followed her,yawning,while checking the phone:it was pretty late and you had missed four calls from your best friend.

You sighed,deciding to not call back,and filled Minnie’s plat with her favourite dry food.

Then,suddenly,your phone rang. You could imagine who was calling you…and you were right.

“What’s up?” you said

“What’s up?! Really Y/n? I’ve been calling you all evening! Why didn’t you call me back?”

“I was sleeping”

“I should’ve imagined…”

“Yeah,you should have. Give it a break Baekhyun,you’re not my boyfriend,there’s no need to be so mad at me for not answering to your damn calls”

“Why are you so rude now?”

“Because you’re too clingy,I feel like suffocating! Get off of me!” you yelled,hanging up.

It took you a few seconds before realising what you had done.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed,calling your friend a few times. He didn’t answer,instead he rejected all your calls. While trying to not fuck everything up you actually did.

The next day,at university,you looked for Baekhyun, but he kept avoiding you. First,he sat next to Chanyeol in class,then he had lunch with his friends without inviting you and,least but not last,he ignored you when you tried to talk to him in the parking. You wanted to cry,but you knew you had no time;so,that evening,you decided to visit him at home and have a talk.

You took a deep breath and rang his bell:

“What’s up?” his voice was calm and warm as usual

“It’s Y/n…can we talk?”

As soon as you pronounced those words his tone changed,becoming cold and angry

“No,leave”

“Please…”

He didn’t answer. You rang again,but nothing.

“Baekhyun,please it’s important!”

Still nothing. You started knocking at his door.

“I said it’s important!” you exclaimed,louder. The door finally opened,revealing the boy’s disappointed face

“Stop being this loud and get in for fuck sake” he mumbled as you stepped in the house.

“What is it?” Baekhyun asked,pouring himself some orange juice

“I’ve made a mistake:I should’ve never talked to you like that at the phone. I’m sorry” you were about to hold his hand,but the usual feeling of uneasiness rose from the depths of your heart,holding you back.

The boy noticed and shook his head with delusion. You clenched your jaw.

“That’s it?” he asked,giving you his back

“Yeah…” you murmured. No,that wasn’t it,you wanted to say many more things but you had no courage to do so

“Really?” he turned around,crossing his arms while resting against the kitchen counter

“Yeah…” you repeated

“Liar” he spat out. Those words hit you in the stomach,like a fist

“I’m sorry I gotta go…” you said,running towards the door,but Baekhyun held your hand and dragged you back in the kitchen

“You don’t give a shit about my feelings,do you?!” he scoffed. His face was serious,fire was burning in his eyes

“That’s not true!” you bit back

“Then why you keep playing this shitty come and go game? That’s how you repay me for being by your side since we were kids?!” Baekhyun was yelling

“Don’t talk like you don’t know that you’re the most important person in my life!” you yelled back,pushing him

“Then why are you treating me like this? Is it because we kissed? It is,isn’t it? If you have something to tell me about that,just do it! Coward!”

“I said that there’s nothing I have to tell you. I came just to apologise for that phone call”

“Oh,you are? So you’re not apologising for how you treated me in the past days?”

“Baekhyun…” you didn’t know what to say. You were screwing everything more and more up at any spoken word

“Nevermind. Go. Go and never come back”

At those words your heart shattered. You opened your mouth,as if you wanted to tell him the truth,but words wouldn’t come out. With your head down,defeated,you walked out from the kitchen,through the living room,until you reached the entrance. You grabbed the door handle,ready to leave,while Baekhyun was staring at you from far away,with teary eyes…then something inside you clicked.

You were about to lose him:you were about lose Byun Baekhyun,the only person that was irreplaceable for you…and why? Just because you couldn’t find the strength to do something you had been doing your whole life in his presence:open up. That was crazy. You couldn’t end your friendship like that.

You took a deep breath,leaving the door handle to walk towards the boy

“No Baek,I do apologies for how I’ve treated you in the past days. I’m sorry,I’m really sorry-you ran to him and wrapped your arms around his waist-Don’t be mad at me,I didn’t do it on purpose” you murmured,with your face buried in his grey hoodie.

The boy rested his chin on top of your head,a tear rolling down his cheek while he hugged you tightly

“I was so scared you would’ve opened that door and left” his voice was broken

“I would’ve never. I love you so much that I can’t leave you like that. It’s just that…-you looked at him-I don’t even know how to tell you”

“I’ll take anything,what is it?” he demanded. His hand rested on your cheek as his thumb stroked your skin,wiping a tear of yours away

“I love you as much as you love me,but I’m scared to hurt you” you confessed,burying your face in his chest. Your fingers held onto his hoodie while your body was shaking.

Baekhyun shook his head,caressing your back

“Why would you hurt me,Y/n?” he asked,sweetly

“Because…I don’t think I’m able to carry on a relationship. There’s been too much going on in my life”

“And you think that scares me?”

“What?” you asked,confused

“Y/n-Baekhyun smiled-I’ve see everything,there’s nothing I don’t know about you. I’ve carefully chosen who I want to spend this part of my life with…and that’s you. I love you for what you are,with your qualities and flaws. Besides that,the people in a relationship are two,not one:you’ll carry on what you can,I’ll do the rest”

“Baek…” you didn’t know how to answer. No one had ever told you anything so beautiful

“But if you don’t feel like dating someone it’s okay,I’ll wait for you. I’ve been waiting all these years,I can wait a little more”

You shook your head

“I don’t want you to wait anymore” you whispered,kissing the boy.

One of Baekhyun’s hand moved to the back of your head while,with the other,he brought you closer. You lost your balance for a second,holding onto the kitchen counter Baekhyun was laying against. He smiled in the kiss as he supported you with his body

“Be careful,you’re always so clumsy” he laughed. You blushed:what a beautiful vision,you couldn’t believe that the prettiest and kindest boy in the world was all yours.

Without thinking twice,you hugged him again,resting your head on his chest

“I’ll do my best to treat you right” you said

“And I’ll do my best to make your fears disappear” Baekhyun replied,kissing the top of your head.

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mama (i need help) | knj

title: mama (i need help) | knj (18+)

pairing: kim namjoon x yoongi's sister!reader

genre: angst, drama, smut

word count: 3k

status: complete

synopsis: the min legacy is culinary excellence, but the youngest heirs rather cook beats, dance, and do big dumb boys; off the books.

warnings: unprotected sex, semi public sex, thigh riding, face riding, studio sex, secret (not) relationship, depression, one instance of vouyer and exhibitionism, reader may've fucked jungkook once or twice, degradation kink, praise kink, slut shaming (consensual pls)

namjoon’s studio isn’t any bigger once the cheque snakes it’s way through sports, visual, and performance art sections. it’s still nestled in the far back of the basement floor, soundproof and insulated well, with a new processing ram and very expensive soundboard from his personal wishlist.

his canceling headphones have a snag, the sound comes out in gurgled static on the left side; it vibes with the old school urban hip hop sound he’s been going for.

“yoons’ help me out with this one.” he explains when a smooth bass filters through.

it’s melodic, nothing like anything else he’s played before.

her brother’s talented where he wants to be, but she’d rather die before letting him know.

“boo sucks at everything he does.” she replies happily, turning one of the few dials she knows. unlabelled and confident.

“you suck too.” he pulls her in his lap; the gaming chair he bought from jungkook creaks.

her eyes are closed as he kneads her skin; digging at his favorite spots. his lips search for her’s from the shoulder onward and up.

his voice is steady out the speaker, raw and rough.

it reminds her of their recent escapade in the pantry. tucked behind sauce and spice, bending out of pots and pans’ way.

she can taste him if she tries,

“and swallow.”

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Chapter thirty-one: our couple aregyu 🩵🧡

banner by: @/seungstarss

⎙ synopsis: In which you and Soobin have a crush on the others bff, who which coincidentally, are dating. So you do what any other people with a common goal would, and try to break them up. Except it doesn't go exactly as planned...

⎙ word count: 1.5k (+1 photo at the end)

⎙ warnings: none I don't think?? povs fck me up !!

♡a/n: hi guys🧍‍♀️(i have posted this and edited it like 5 times I'm a mess its been so long)

As soon as class ends Soobin makes his way out to his locker, quickly grabbing his sweater and putting his books away before heading out of the building.

If he was being honest he was some what excited? To go and spend some time with his friends again (as well as the fact he would love some free money to spend on games). It had been some time since he had hung out with Heeseung and Jeongin, let alone Beomgyu. As they've both been preoccupied with other things.

One being the painful sight of having to see his best friend, and his crush eating each other's faces in the hallway. And maybe that was a little dramatic but still! It was something that would definitely be ingrained into his head no matter how much he wanted to forget it.

More over, he had to see you. Which, he was more than open to admit his distaste towards being in your presence, and you the same.

After the little argument the two of you had he's been in a worse mood then he would like to admit. You were just so pushy with EVERYTHING and he couldn't stand it. Boundaries? He was pretty sure you didn't know what those were. It was annoying him to say the least, but fortunately he needn't say anything when Beomgyu knew him like the back of his hand. He immediately sensed something was wrong and asked Soobin to come hangout.

He was happy to have a best friend who knew him so well, which also made him feel worse for even bothering with you in the first place. All this just to "not" break them up but "break them up" he was pretty sure even you were confused.

He felt a little guilty for agreeing to go along with your idea, but in its own way he's hoping all this would help him get over the bubbly student council president, thats what he's hoping at least.

Reaching the gates of the school he immediately noticed his friends, loud and running around like children. 'Why are they like this? ' Soobin thought to himself waiting for them to calm down and finally notice his presence. Thankfully that didn't take long as they greeted him happily patting his back.

Maybe this is exactly what he needed.

Y/N POV

You were ecstatic to say the least. You've finally gotten a chance to hangout with your dearest best friend again. Areum has always been a busy person but she has also always made time for you. Sometimes maybe a little too late but you could never hold it against her.

Walking into the store you were absolutely elated. You weren't a big fan of reading honestly, a wall of text really wasn't your go to, but stylized drawings along with smaller walls of text? Sign you up! The smell of books, the stationary you thought was too cute to use but would buy anyway, the merch of your favorite media, made you love this place.

Areum on the other hand was a big fan of those walls of texts. She actually didn't quite understand why you preferred comics and manga over a good book but she listened wholeheartedly whenever you talked about them. She was a great friend, more than you could say about yourself at the moment. But that was something you for you to push in the way back of your mind once again. 'Future me can deal with consequences right? ' and 'Enjoy the moment let's not go feeling guilty ' were all you said to yourself.

The two of you walked around the store together eventually picking out these cute sanrio matching keychains for each other.

"Areum I'm going to look at the manga 'kay?" you announced, to which she nodded and you walked off.

"today's going to be a good day I'm sure of it!" you assure yourself with a hearty pep in your step.

well, when do things ever go as planned?

SOOBIN POV/MIXED

"Choi Soobin?" Soobin freezes at the the call of his name. That voice was all too familiar and not in a good way.

Turning from his original position slightly, he slowly cranks his neck up to meet the person who assumingly called him. Eyes trailing up suspiciously only to be met with none other than you. Arms crossed, foot tapping, with that ugly look of annoyance you always wore on your face looking down on him.

"Why are you here?!" you whisper yelled at him, causing him to roll his eyes in return.

What? could he not be in a perfectly public place when you're around now? He already has to at school, one more place wouldn't kill you, unfortunately. Soobin scoffs at your question, getting up from his position on the floor to stand in front of you mimicking your expression and stance as he raises his eye brow at you "It's a public book store, and I like books-" he motions to the wall of manga behind him before pursing his lips at using the word 'books' "-manga." he corrects.

You glare at him for a moment and he swears he's never wanted someone away from him more in his life. A 10 foot pole wouldn't even be enough distance between the two of you. He didn't need your nonsensical bickering today, or anyday preferably for that matter.

He was supposed to be enjoying himself with his friends trying to win a cheap reward for a cafe he barely even gets to go to anymore, he is not supposed to be agitated and talking to you.

Just as he's about to turn back around, clearly opting to ignore you, you grab his arm much to his surpise and discomfort. "Are you here with Gyu?" you suddenly ask.

'Of course that's what she would ask ' he thinks to himself, and for a moment he contemplates lying to you, because well, why should he tell you? But as if you read his mid (which is something he never thought was possible) you open your mouth again.

"Listen before you say anything I'm here with Areum thats why I'm asking" you state throwing a thump over you shoulder in the direction of the shorter who was currently flipping through a book.

As he looked in her direction an expression of "She looks so cute" was practically written all over his face.

You roll your eyes.

Coincidentally at that moment she must have felt someone staring as she turns to peak over her shoulder only to meet eyes with Soobin. Her brows shoot up in a pleasant surprise before going back to normal, she smiles brightly sending him a wave.

Soobin feels his heart beat quicken for a moment at the small gesture before slowly waving back dumbly. Only looking back in your direction when you let out a particularly noisy groan.

"Great, she's probably coming over here now. Is he here or not?"

"Uh, yeah he's at the game shop next door. I didn't want anything so I came here.." Soobin trails off still staring at the girl who is now, in fact walking over to the two of you. Hes not sure if he should be happy about this or still annoyed with the fact he had ran into you in the first place. Unfortunately you don't give him enough time to weigh the pros and cons of it before you harshly step (more like stomp) on his foot.

"Ow!" Soobin winces quickly kneeling down to hold his foot, maybe he really didn't have to think about the pros and cons.

"Leave before Beomgyu comes in here and looks for you, would'ya?"

"Why should I when you just assaulted me??" he snaps.

"Because I'm sure you also don't want to spend your day out with our lovely couple, now do you?" you argue back crossing your arms over your chest like some know-it-all.

But at that he silences, you were right, unfortunately, but you were right. And as much as he tells himself he would be okay with just being in her presence, recently that hasn't really been the case.

Maybe its been like that for a while now and he's just refused to acknowledge it, but either way it's not the time to be dwelling on it. He doesn't have the chance to anyway as Areum had reached them.

"Hey, Soobin! I didn't know you'd be here" Areum says with a tilt of her head as she smiles him.

That smile will be the death of him he swears. So much so he fails to give her a reply other than just blinking slowly at her.

But that doesn't seem to phase her as she speaks again "If you're here by yourself do you want to join us?" she asks, probably out of courtesy. But if it was any other day he'd be saying yes.

A simple "uh" is all he manages to let out before you take it upon yourself to speak for him.

"He can't! He was actually just leaving right Soobin??" you question through gritted teeth.

"Ah... yeah actually, I remembered I have something to do, sorry.." he mumbles scratching the back of his neck.

"Oh no, its okay! I just thought I'd ask. Have fun doing what you have to!"

"Yeah thanks.." Soobin says bye to Areum and sends you a glare before leaving the two of you.

"C'mon y/n ready to check out?"

"Huh? Yeah let me just grab this last thing."

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[let-them-read-fics]

In Your Dreams

Pairing: Yoohyeon x Fem!Reader

Warnings / Misc. -- Smut

Word Count: 2,273

Summary: When a 2AM knock came at your door during one of the season’s most torrential downpours, you never expected to find her, of all people, standing on your porch and looking so desperate. 

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! Sorry for the wait, but here’s the Yooh smut I promised :) Siyeon is next, so keep an eye out for that <3

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“Yoohyeon?” You gaped, shock evident in your tone as you lowered the television remote in your hand (which you had been fully prepared to use as a weapon, had she been anyone else). You quickly sat it down on the table by the door and peered at her, full of concern.

Her clothes were completely sodden – every fiber of them packed full of chilly rainwater as they clung tightly to her – and you had to make a conscious effort to not stare at the expanse of skin that her partially unbuttoned shirt exposed. 

The dark cover of night behind her was disrupted by the house lights of the neighborhood – all switched on, acting as little beacons of hope through the raging storm. A large flash of lightning came, too, streaking sharply against the brooding clouds above. 

“What are you doing here?” Your wide eyes darted across her features, searching for an explanation, but she shied away for some reason and failed to utter more than a quiet word here or there. 

When a clap of thunder rang out mere seconds later, she tensed slightly, still shivering from the cold.

You shook your head at her odd behavior but reached out, nonetheless, and pulled her inside. 

Perhaps a little shelter from the elements would open her up.

Water cascaded freely off of her, dripping down onto your floors and filling your foyer with its quiet sounds as you quickly shut and locked the door. You approached her again and moved her closer to the nearby vent that blew wondrous, warm air into the open space, silently hoping that it could work some magic. 

But even once you gave her time to acclimate and returned your gaze to hers, she continued to avoid it. 

Curious, you took it upon yourself to reach up and cup her cheeks, coaxing her into letting you see her. 

When you did, something clicked. Only then did you really take in the full sight of her. 

A vibrant blush painted her cheeks, and her pupils were blown wide as she peered back at you. Beneath the mussed, white, now practically see-through button up she had on, a set of dark lingerie showed, complimenting her tanned skin beautifully. One of the lacy straps of it had long ago fallen off of her shoulder, and her breast was close to showing because of that. The lines of her abs were visible as well, and every movement she made was full of some kind of alluring, restrained tension. 

Like it was killing her not to reach out and touch you.

Her bottom lip was rosy and swollen, due to her habit of biting it when she gets aroused. 

“I had a dream about you,” she admitted, like she couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her breathing was a bit quicker than normal – less stable. 

You were her best friend; she couldn’t believe she was about to do something like this. 

Her drenched clothes, paired with the warm air that felt its way up her body, created a tantalizing mix of sensations that caused goosebumps to arise; and your hands on her only multiplied them even more. She almost couldn’t stand it.

“And you drove all the way here because of it?” You wondered aloud, quirking a brow.

Though you weren’t totally oblivious to the implication behind her words, incredulity overtook your mind and tone. Even if she had had a wet dream about you, you were sure she would just laugh it off like everything else. Like every other charged interaction you’d ever shared, that danced precariously along the border of platonicity and attraction. 

There was no way she planned to do something about it. 

…right?

She swallowed, taking a second to decide if she was prepared to cross this boundary with you. You’d both tested the limits of your “friendship” before, playing with fire, toying with the line and pushing things to get a rise out of one another – but neither of you had had the courage to follow through completely. 

At least not until now.

Her head nodded sheepishly, sealing your fate. 

“I tried to take care of it myself, Y/N/N, but nothing felt as good as you did in that dream. Will you help me?” The soft plea in her voice bordered on a whine, and it ignited something in you that you had never fully considered with her before. 

Drip, drip, drip

Water pooled at your feet now, resembling the mess that you had inadvertently made in her panties. 

She wanted to take you right here on the floor, or up against the wall that stood behind you. She wanted to rip your clothes off and hear the beautiful timbre of your voice as you came undone, moaning her name. 

But she didn’t. She waited, doing her best to ignore the throbbing of her center and the curious way your eyes kept returning to her body, dropping lower and lower. She waited on you to make the next move, needing to know you wanted her just as badly as she did you.

“Kiss me, Yooh.”

That simple request set her in motion, and she had you in her arms in a second. The subsequent gasp that resounded in your throat at the coldness of her clothes was muffled by her lips before it really had a chance to escape. 

Desperation took on human form as she backed you up against the wall, stripping out of her shirt and slipping her shoes off all the while. 

You moaned into her mouth when she hastily unzipped your pants, nearly breaking your zipper in the process. 

Her frigid fingers slid past your panties with no further warning, and she whimpered quietly when she felt how wet you already were. 

“Y/N…” 

If there was any chance left of her restraining herself, it would have to be now. She was teetering on the edge of no control, and each second that she spent with you loosened her grip on the reins more and more.

“Keep going,” you breathily instructed, allowing your head to loll back against the wall. “I’m all yours.”

She shuddered, both out of excitement and chill. A new kind of darkness eclipsed the usual innocence of your eyes, and she didn’t quite know what to do with herself because of it. 

“Please tell me this is real…”

You chuckled at her earnesty. Even now, in a moment like this, she was capable of making you laugh. 

When you leaned forward and pressed an open mouthed kiss to her neck, she melted into you. You reached down into her pants to cup her with one hand, feeling the warmth that radiated from her cunt even through the lingerie, while the other wrapped around her, tenderly kneading the supple skin of her ass. 

She rocked against you out of instinct, vying for any bit of relief you would possibly award her; the needy movements pushed her own palm harder against your clit, causing you to moan softly. 

Her heart skipped a beat at the sound. 

“Does this feel real enough, baby?” You asked against her pulsepoint, just as your teeth lightly trailed across her sensitive skin. The taut muscles of her neck jumped as she strained helplessly in response. 

“Fuck,” she whined, embarrassed by how much of a mess you’d turned her into. She could feel your smile grow, and it made her walls pitifully flutter and clench around nothing.

“I know you can answer me better than that,” you teased.

You pushed her lace to the side and easily slid two fingers inside of her dripping heat, resolving to get your answer that way instead. 

“Ah!” She moaned at the intrusion, high pitched and broken as she was caught off guard. She looked down between your bodies, watching your fingers rhythmically disappear and reappear at her entrance as you fucked her. A new rise of blush made its way up to her ears at the sounds that she produced – none of which she had any semblance of control over. 

“Yoohyeon…” you warned, still waiting. 

“Yes, Y/N,” she replied, aware of her mistake – though, truthfully, she would make it again a million times over if it got you to touch her like this every time. “It feels so good. Please,” she stressed, fully aware that she wouldn’t survive if you left her without release now, “...don’t stop.” 

Her wish was your command. 

Encouraged by her words, you hiked one of her legs up around your waist and settled closer to her. The new position enabled you to easily reach her g-spot, and her resulting, guttural moan confirmed it. 

You wasted no time in exploiting that in the best possible kind of way. 

The ache between her thighs mingled with pleasure, both in equal, overwhelming doses. A tingling sensation was creeping its way up her spine, and the butterflies in her stomach only grew more untamed. 

“Just like that, jagiya,” she begged into your ear. 

Her hips stuttered, jerking messily as she bucked into you over and over. 

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you praised, admiring the flush of her skin and the way she trembled in your arms. Her weak legs squirmed, shaking as she used what strength she had left to hump a little faster. 

You added another finger as a silent way of rewarding her, and the resulting rush of warmth you felt around them made you smile. Her walls pulsed, eagerly stretching to accommodate the change, and beckoned you back inside with every pump you delivered. 

Even her pussy was greedy for you. 

Both of her hands went to the back of your neck as she pulled you forward and sealed her lips against yours in the dark. She didn’t waste much time with demurity; her kisses were messy and full of need as she tangled her fingers in your hair and roughly tugged on it. 

She swallowed up the subsequent sound of shock that you let out and used the opportunity to slip her tongue into your mouth. 

It was warm and inviting, just like the rest of her – so eager to please you. She stole your breath away when her kisses grew harsher – more possessive; the tell-tale clenching of her walls around your fingers told you she was getting dangerously close to release, and the small, staccato breaths she let out through her nose made you smile lightly. 

She was so precious, like that. Such a slut for you that she drove all the way to your house in the pouring rain at 2AM, and yet she still clung to her habitual shyness in a few small, undeniable ways. 

Knowing that she had it so bad for you boosted your ego majorly. 

Lightning flashed close by outside, and the bright pulse of it highlighted your combined, desperate movements against one another. She pressed further into you, and you knew she couldn't hold out any longer. 

Her pitiful shaking brought out the more merciful side of you.

“Show me what you can do, Yooh. Cum on my fingers,” you commanded, pulling away just enough to rest your forehead against hers. Her arms tightened around your neck, tethering you impossibly closer. 

The snap of her hips grew messy and rough – more primal as they worked to match the rhythm of your hand – and with a succession of filthy moans and whines, she hit her high. Her raised leg tightened around your waist, flexing to keep you in place. She cried your name out and clung to you, digging her nails into your shoulders hard enough to leave marks. 

You grimaced at the sting, but knowing you’d been the one to make her feel so good made the pain insignificant. 

She buried her face in your neck, peppering slow, grateful kisses there, and you held her close until her breathing began to even out again. 

When she eventually pulled away, you expected her to take a break. You gently lowered her leg and smiled at her, prepared to help her over to the couch so she could recover. 

But her release merely seemed to reenergize her, somehow, and she had no plans of stopping anytime soon.

She dropped to her knees in front of you and slid your pants down your legs in one motion, taking you by surprise. 

“It’s your turn now, baby,” she smirked up at you, tilting her head as a mischievous gleam showed in her eyes. Yet another flash of lightning came, outlining her striking features amid the darkness; she was a vision to behold in every way. 

Her lips easily found your v-line and felt their way across it, leaving kisses and little nips in their wake. Your head lolled back again as the promise of what was to come sank in. 

Along the backs of your calves her hands skimmed, trailing upwards and paying attention to every inch of you that they could touch. Desire led them – a fact evident in the wanton way they groped you. 

“God, I can’t wait to taste you.” She sighed the admission against your skin as if she’d been starved for a year and you were the first bit of food she had laid eyes on since. 

The conviction in her behavior made you blush, wondering how you’d ever survive whatever it was that she had in store. 

How you'd managed to survive so long without it stumped you just as much. 

Your body hummed in silent, aching anticipation. Like a band pulled tight, ready to snap at any moment. 

It seemed to set something off within her.

“You’d better choose a safe word now, Y/N,” she warned. 

[uriboos]

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Currently working on something Jaemin related ;)

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2PM TEXTS ONE-SHOT

Bestfriend! Y/N delievering Bestfriend! 2PM's stuff.

Jun K.

Nichkhun

Taecyeon

Wooyoung

Junho

Chansung

[whoreanghae]

question...? ; chwe hansol

genre - non-idol au, reunited, childhood best friends, friends to lovers

wordcount - 2.3k

disclaimers - mention of alcohol, lowercase on purpose, no proofreading, reader gender not specified, fic under the cut

a/n - hiiiiii here is a small vern fic loosely based on question...? from taylor swift's new album :P mainly just the chorus. hope u enjoy yippeeeee

you laughed at daisy as she used her hairbrush as a microphone while she sang along to her music in the mirror. sitting on her bed watching her get ready was always your pre-party ritual. she was invited to a halloween party that one of her friends was throwing at their frat house, which was something you would never find yourself even considering if it weren’t for daisy. its not that you were sheltered or a homebody, you just found yourself not fully immersing into the party scene. but, a party here or there with daisy always proved itself to be a good idea. mostly.

daisy focused intently on her face in the mirror as she worked hard trying to draw skeleton makeup. whereas you just simply put together some clothes you already had and decided to be a baseball player. you had suggested she take the easy route and just match with you, but she had apparently practiced her skeleton makeup all week. you had no idea where she found the time to do this between all of her classes, but her art degree does tie in to her halloween costume in some degree. you dramatically flopped back onto her bed as daisy’s playlist transitioned between songs.

“who’s even going to this party anyways?” you didnt look up from your phone as you awaited her response. “well you know soonyoung. him and a bunch of his friends are in a frat. they throw parties all the time but the holiday ones are always better anyways.” you had met soonyoung briefly before through daisy. she met him in one of their shared courses. they were, in your opinion, the closest you could get to two of the same exact people. with their shared interests, senses of humour, and basically identical personalities, they were bound to be best friends. “oh, and his friends are really hot. like, really hot. maybe we’ll find you a man tonight?” she put the cap on her eyeliner pencil and stepped back from the mirror, admiring the final product. you rolled your eyes playfully and sat up. “why are you so obsessed with me finding a man? youre single too, remember.” you gave her an accusatory look, but she just brushed you off. “for me its different. how does this look?” she posed as you gave her a small clap for her hard work. you both laughed as you got up and started gathering everything and getting ready to leave.

you swore you could feel the music as you pulled onto the street of the frat house. the windows were ablaze with rainbow lights streaming out, and halloween decorations flooding the entire outside. there were cars lined down the street, and daisy pulled up behind one a couple houses down the street. she checked her makeup in the car mirror before turning the car off and gathering her things. you shoved your phone and house keys into your pocket as you stepped out onto the sidewalk, waiting for daisy to join you. walking in front of her car, she flashed you a smile as you both headed into the party.

the music blared as you opened the door. the party wasn’t totally packed, but it was a moderate amount of people. daisy greeted people youd never seen as she waded through the crowd to either find soonyoung or the drink table, whichever came first. although the party wasnt extremely packed, it was easy to lose daisy. but it always was. she had a habit of randomly disappearing at parties. part of you began to believe it was her plan all along, basically forcing you to meet new people and make new friends. you looked away for a second and when you looked back, she was gone. so, you might as well just venture off on your own. you managed to find the drink table before she did, so you mixed yourself a drink and tried to seek out someone you may know. daisy introduces you to her friends and classmates often, but finding the people you remember begins to prove itself to be harder than you once thought.

you turn a corner and collide directly with the chest of someone slightly taller than you are. the stumble leads to your drink spilling all over your shirt. you laugh awkwardly as the person you bumped into apologizes profusely. you glance up and see a guys face hidden behind a masquerade mask. he mumbles something about helping and lightly holds your wrist, dragging you through the crowd. you follow him blindly through a hallway and into one of the rooms in the house, assuming its his bedroom. so he must be one of soonyoungs friends? you dont get much time to react before he lays a plain white t-shirt in your hands. even behind the mask, you can see the sympathetic look on his face. “it might ruin the purpose of your costume but.. at least you won’t have to be all sticky?” you both laugh at the unintentional innuendo of what he said, but you thank him lots before finding a vacant bathroom and sneaking in to change into the mystery man’s shirt.

you keep replaying his words in your head. more specifically his laugh. while you cant quite put a finger on it, he sounds too familiar to leave it to a simple coincidence. as you look in the mirror wearing his shirt, a lightbulb flickers on in your mind. is mystery man… not a mystery at all?

“stop!”

you were breathless from laughing. your stomach was in stitches as you collapsed onto the floor of vernon’s room. he had been doing the same stupid impression of your history teacher that always made you laugh. he knew just the thing to cheer you up after anything happened. he lays down on the floor next to you. you turn your head towards him as he pulls you closer and you lay your head on his chest. he runs an arm up and down your back as you both lay on the worn down carpet in silence. 

being with vernon was effortless. he cared about you more than he cared about anyone else, even himself. he’d do anything to see you smile, and proved this daily. vernon gave you a comfort that you’d never felt with anyone else. so when he found out that his family were moving across the country in your last year of high school, he had to find the best way to tell you. he wanted to be the person who always made you happy, how could he cause you this sadness? 

vernon cleared his throat as he spoke. “i have to tell you something. i wish i didn’t, but i know that it’s better to tell you sooner than later.” as he said this, you sat up and furrowed your brows as you looked down at him. and that’s when he broke the news. you tried to remain strong but you knew that you couldn’t hold it in forever. you cried into vernons shoulder as he promised the two of you would stay in touch.

and you did. for a couple months. after that, school for both of you got busier and then you had to worry about university and your following careers. all the things you had both planned to do together, you had to navigate on your own. it was hard. but you made it. both of you made it. 

you had never expected to run into vernon again. especially not like this. did he remember you? or did he just do this favour for you out of the kindness of his own heart? at this point, it had been 4 years since you and vernon were last in contact. standing in the bathroom, you kept replaying the moment in your mind over and over again. the laugh. vernon’s laugh. having to explain this to someone, you set out to find daisy as soon as possible. you ended up finding her in the kitchen speaking to someone, and you gave them a quick smile as you dragged her away into the bathroom you had just left.

“i have a situation.” you gave her a serious look, but she was just confused. and a little tipsy. she tilted her head, as if signaling you to continue with more of your story. “you remember me telling you about vernon right? my high school best friend, had crazy feelings, probably would have dated if he didn’t move away in our last year of high school?” daisy nodded along, still not understanding where you were going with all of this. “well hes here. in this frat. at this party.” and this is where daisy finally got caught up. she was taken aback, but then excitement took over. “oh my god are you serious? did he remember you? are you guys gonna live happily ever after? did he faint when he saw how hot you are now?” maybe she was a bit more than tipsy. you put your hands on her shoulders to steady her and explain how you had barely spoken to him, so you had no way of knowing if he actually remembered you or not. she obviously was adamant that you go find him immediately and rekindle your old flame. the thought made you nervous, but the idea of the regret if you didn’t do it outweighed your nervousness. daisy gave you a pep talk before disappearing into the sea of people, leaving you to take some deep breaths and follow after her.

as you’re making your way back to the drink table, you feel a light tap on your shoulder. as you turn around, you’re met with the same silver masquerade mask, this time holding two red solo cups. he holds one out, and you take it with a smile. “it only felt right, since i kind of catapulted your other one all over you.” you laughed as you took a sip. “oh wow, this is really good, thank you so much.” he chuckles and you both make eye contact, which lingers for a split second longer than it typically should. it feels as though you can see the moment of realization in his eyes as it finally clicks in his mind. his eyes brighten. 

“no way… it’s really you?” you both laugh as he brings you in for a tight hug. as he pulls away, he takes the mask off of his face. wow. vernon was always handsome, but something about him now was breathtaking. you basked in him, as he looked you up and down. his eyes finally met your lips, before slowing trailing up your face and gazing into your own eyes. he looked stunned. you weren’t exactly the epitome of fashion, in your knee high baseball socks and backwards hat. but to him, you were the one thing missing from his life. he leans in closer as you take a step towards him. “i know this might be too soon, but can i kiss you?” you slyly smile as you stretch up to meet him and say, “more like not soon enough.”

you felt like your entire body was melting into vernons arms. you were the only two people in your world. nothing else in the room mattered. in the distance, you could hear laughing and cheering from someone you could only assume was daisy. you both pulled away, breathless. for the rest of the night, you were attached at the hip. vernons arm around your waist, hands intertwined, you clinging to vernons arm, you never left each other’s side. something told you that you couldn’t let the other go again. as the night went on, you started to get tired and tried to find daisy to see if she was ready to go home. as you walked into the kitchen, you saw daisy sitting on the counter with soonyoung standing in front of her. as you tried to stabilize your vision, you realized that they were making out. called it.

you returned to where vernon was sitting on the couch and told him you would have to wait until they were… done… before you could go home. “i could bring you home.” vernon immediately stood up and headed to his room to get his keys. you followed behind. “are you sure? i know its out of your way, i can just wait.” he shook his head as he passed you the bag with your clothes from earlier in it. you give him an appreciative smile as you follow him outside into his car. you input your address into the gps as vernon sets up his music. the ride over is filled with the two of you catching up, telling stories about university and what you’ve been up to since you last saw each other.

pulling into your apartment complex, you didn’t want the night with vernon to end. as he parked his car, you gave him a sweet look. “walk me up to my apartment?” he takes his keys out of the ignition. “i thought you’d never ask.” you both walk into your apartment building as you lead vernon to your apartment. when you reach your door and you unlock the door, vernon stands with his hands in his pockets as you turn back around to look at him. you pause for a moment, before breaking the silence.

“sleepover? for old times sake?”

he gives you the biggest smile and wraps an arm around your waist as he follows you inside.