Em

He tried once more, longing for your lips.

“Kiss me Y/N” he leaned closer towards you, your lips merely touching. You smiled a bit,

“No.” You answered once again.

“I won’t kiss you..” you traced the hem of his shirt, slightly feeling his skin against your cold fingertips, “I want you to kiss me.”

His warm hand now made it’s way toward your shoulder, gripping it tightly and pressing you against the headboard delicately. He looked at you for a moment before settling on your lips. Licking his own lightly as he thought about feeling your plump lips against his. You stared back at him, anticipating his next move. Your hands holding onto his chest and feeling his heartbeat increase.

Before you knew it, he leaned in. His lips softly and lustful against yours. You didn’t hold back as you leaned onto his lips, melting ever so slightly. He kissed you.

His hand slowly made it’s way toward your chin, now holding it firmly. He slightly lifted your head up more to make you lean even further onto his kiss, the passionate feeling intensifying.

“Yeonjun..” you sighed out, slipping out of his kiss and started placing soft pecks on his damp skin.

“I want you” was all he could response, a rather good one to say the least. But you wanted to hear more,

“Say it again..” you teased as you continued kissing his neck, rougher this time.

“I want you Y/N”

You smiled at that.

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Yeonjun let out a final grunt before he collapsed next to you. He’d just finished. The two of you were in a state of exhaustion, sweat and post-euphoria. The bedsheets was completely disheveled -which made you do a mental check to fix it later- and the air had become completely hot from all the breathing and movement.

You’d lay on your stomach, seeing Yeonjun composing himself as he laid on his back. His hair sticking to his forehead and faint sweat droplets making their way down his face. You too were in a sense of sweatiness, feeling the bedsheet under you dampen by every second. Your hand twitched a bit, moving towards Yeonjuns face. You weren’t nervous, only tired due to the previous actions. Slowly, you started caressing his cheeks. Something you’d do every time the two of you finished as you lay next to each other in ease. Stroking him softly and not caring about his humid skin and sweat that smeared your hand. Yeonjun, only leaned into your touch. Slightly smiling to himself as he could feel your -once cold- hand warm up at every second.

The two of you laid there, as the city light became brighter. Faint sound of cars and roaming slightly filling the quiet room as the city was more alive than ever. You’d lay there and just take in the coldness filling the room as minutes pass. Hoping that the night would never end.

But you knew it has to an end, eventually.

The room was suddenly filled by the sounds of a phone going off, a sound that you always hated hearing. You knew exactly who was calling, and so did the owner of the phone.

He sighed a bit as he sat up from his daze, trying to compose further by rubbing his eyes a bit. Eventually, he reached for his phone who was promptly on the bedside table next to him. And he answered with a swift click,

“Hey.. babe.” He answered

....

“Yeah, I’m sorry too for what I said. I don’t know what came over me..” he scratched his neck,

“Nope, I’m not doing anything. I can come over...”

....

“Okay! I love you.” A small smile was now evident on his lips.

“Yeah, bye.” He hung up. Looking down at his phone with a slight smile and a light sigh. A conversation no longer than 20 seconds, could ruin you so easily. But you were used to this.

The smile he bestowed disappeared when he looked over at you. He had cold eyes, the same gaze as always. Never showing any sign of warmth.

“I’ll get going then.”

He hurriedly reached for his clothes by the bedside. He was satisfied and finished, no need to stay any longer.

You sat up along with him, covering yourself with a silk blanket.

“Hey,” you held your breath for a bit, gaining his attention as he looked over at you and then back toward the floor to look for his shirt.

You cleared your throat before getting the courage to continue.

“why don’t you stay for a bit?” Your voice was shaking. But you’d hope for him to actually stay for once. After everything you’d done for him.

He scoffed a bit, looking over at you with a frown as he reached for his shirt.

“Why would I do that when I have a girlfriend?” His tone was of mockery, like it was obvious that you should’ve known the answer. And the small droplet of hope you’d built up was now crashed down in seconds.

Of course you knew he wouldn’t stay, you’re nothing but his toy. Something to keep him satisfied when stuff at home got bad. He doesn’t care if you’d given him everything, he just needed you for his own pleasures. And he knew that you leaving wouldn’t be an option, whenever you tried to ignore him or dismiss him. A small kiss was all to bring you right back into his hands.

He was finally dressed, checking his pockets one last time before heading towards the door,

“I’ll text you later Y/N.” He sounded cold, and you averted your gaze towards the floor, not being able to handle the cold eyes anymore.

“Yeah, bye..”

Usually, you’d be the one that controlled the situation. But of course, there was no control with Yeonjun. He owned you.

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A/N:

Heyyy! Em here,

I hope you didn’t get too uncomfortable by this fic, but I actually enjoyed writing it.

I took insperation from a suna fanfic I read a while back. It was really good haha but I gave it my own touch.

Hope you liked this, bye