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syn: recreational activities with your vampire boyfriend who, in fact, does bite!
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contains: bloodsucking, biting, licking, fingering
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It's one of those days.
A lazy weekend, dusky sky slipping down quietly behind the curtains, the dim glow of the lamp bathing your dorm room entirely. You're tired, sleepy, and comfortable, tucked inside many, many layers of blankets.
It's one of those days for your boyfriend too. His situation is slightly different, thoughâgiven he's a vampire and all.
Sunghoon slumps next to you on the bed, eyes skating over the carefully propped-up laptop on your lumpy pillow. He keeps moving closer, making the screen shake every time his knee twitches; if it weren't for your clear understanding of what he's trying to get at, you might have just flipped onto your stomach and pushed the laptop forward to finish this movie before heading to bed.
"Babe," he starts, careful and gruff.
You ignore him, even when his humid breath ghosts across the exposed skin through your (his) giant hoodie
"BabeâŠ" he tries again. This time, it's a little harder to resist, given how easily his hands have found their way underneath the hem of your hoodie, tracing a trajectory from the navel to the hipbone with this thumb. It's hot; it burns.
"Hm?" you find yourself asking. Sunghoon shuffles closer, a leg tangled with one of yours, fingers pulling down the neck of your hoodie, making a perfect space for him to fit into, the laptop tipping over softly onto the mattress and making the next hour or so of your day embarrassingly predictable. "Hungry?"
"Yeah," his answer is immediate and eager; he's already lifting your leg to coax you into his lap, mouthing kisses below your flushed ear. "Been a while since I tasted you. I missed it a lotâŠ"
"Where?" you ask, muffled under a moan. "Tell me Hoonieâwhere did you miss tasting me?"
Sunghoon is careful to keep his fangs retracted on the daily, unless he was prepping for blood-bag meals or particularly sensitive inside his mouth from confining them for too long. They needed to breathe once in a while, just like the rest of him.
But something about you, something about being near you, it sent him over the edge. He's said it had less to do with your scent ('exceptionally hot' had been his chosen adjective), and more so just the fact that even the sight of you was enough to unravel his heart and leave it raw and aching.
Especially when you offer yourself to him, like now.
"Come on, tell me," you demand, sneaking an arm behind your shoulder to grip his hair, bringing it close to your pulse point, stretching to give him easy access. You trust him to be careful.
Sunghoon melts against your skin, like the compliant boyfriend he is. "Here." He licks a strip down to where your clavicle ended. "Down here too." Then he's dipping a sneaky hand beneath your waistband, beneath the boxer shorts you'd stolen from him to wear. He's always find you strangely sexy in themâsomething about marking a claim, in the sense you were his to love and be loved by.
"Fuck! Babe, you're so greedy," your whine tapers off into an amused giggle, struggling to maintain the lilt when he promptly parts your folds with zero good intention. "I-âŠ"
"You�" he teases, slowly bringing out those sharp canines of his, grazing it temptingly at your shoulder. "C'mon now, use words or you might not get what you want."
"Don't bluff," you bite back with the same fervour, a contradictory hand fisting into Sunghoon's inky black locks. He's trying to tip the scale, wheedle back control, but you've always been ahead of his game. Sunghoon looks the best when he's a senseless mess for youânot the other way. "Use your teeth or I'm leaving you here to take care of yourself. Don't even test me right now."
Sunghoon huffs petulantly, giving up at once. "Bossy," he pouts; before you can retort with a snarky comment, his free hand comes to rest around your throat in gentle support, tipping it back a little while sinking his sharp twin teeth into the flesh of your shoulder.
"Fuck!" you exclaim, eyes watering at the first contact. The pain of sting floods your vision, but soon your cry melts into a moan of pleasure as his fingers work magic inside your underwear, dipping into the heat while he keeps his mouth on your skin, sucking sharply.
You feel lightheaded. Not in a way that demands medical attentionâjust enough to toe the line of pain and bliss, every string in you coming undone with Sunghoon's mouth, Sunghoon's hands, Sunghoon's quick fingers sliding in and out the slick wetness, and the sound of his name echoing inside your love-drunk mind.
You don't anticipate his teeth suddenly leaving your body and his lips slotting against yours, swallowing the sweet sounds you've accidentally started to let out. He tastes like bloodâyoursâand maybe it should be gross, but he's so fucking hot and three fingers deep inside of you that you really can't bother to care at the moment. You doubt it's a vampiric skill, but he somehow times his kisses with his hand, pulling your body as close as he can while speeding up.
"Beautiful," he breathes out between a hungry kiss. "You're so beautiful when you blush like this. I can feel your blood coursing, you know? How your heartbeat racesâŠalmost makes mine race too, if I had one."
"Sweet talker," you accuse without any real bite, returning his kiss with the same passion. But it turns clumsy the second he finds your clit, rubbing it between two lithe fingers, gathering the slick to make you as comfortable as possible. "There⊠faster, Hoonie. I'm close."
"Let me drink?" he asks, and you nod to give permission. Sunghoon wastes no time in lowering his head once more behind you, finding the same puncture marks to sink his teeth into once again, drawing out a broken whimper from you. Tiny kitten licks aid you through his feeding, if not for the electric sensation that crawls up your spine, pulling your body taut like a string.
He takes his last, sharp suckâthe same time you feel yourself break entirely. The string snaps, and you come wildly and right into his cupped hand, making a futile, but romantic, attempt at keeping your underwear unsoiled.
Sunghoon doesn't last much longer either, going tense as the rush of your blood fills his system, blinding him with the incomparable sensation of being satisfied. You feel the tent in his pants under you, grinding harshly against the material of your shorts before his body tightens with a moan, and he ends up coming inside his jeans. "Y/N!" is the last thing he whimpers before slumping over your bruised shoulder.
"Big baby," you pat him from the same position you haven't moved from, combing his sweaty bangs backwards.
The two of you sit there, spent and exhausted, Sunghoon considerably more than you. He does however, manage to placate you with an apologetic kissâprobably for the impromptu biting session he just put you through. Your boyfriend does not need to know that it's the last thing you minded, especially when you get to see him in his softest form after moments like these.
His eyes crinkle with sleep, hands circling your torso subconsciously as he begins to go slack.
"Hmff, look at youâŠnot even bothering to clean up after you suck me dry like a juice box," you huff with a gentle pinch to his cheeks. But you're no better when you relax in his hold, ignoring the sticky feeling of skin when soft breaths lull you into your own dreamland.
You barely hear his mumbled, "I'll make it up to you. Tomorrow."
You find yourself smiling in your sleep.
For now, there's an abandoned movie somewhere at the foot of your bed, reliable hands that never leave you through the whole night, and a sweet, somewhat pathetically in love vampire boyfriend behind you.
A/N: this was written in a 4am delirium, pls bear with any inconsistencies or downgrade of quality :((
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syn: Quidditch is a game of speed, strategy, and skillâand youâll be the captain that leads your team to victory. Even if it means you have to now fraternize with the enemy houseâand worst of allâwith the snarky Gryffindor captain who you canât wait to send a Bludger at. đąđž w.c: 12.1k
genre: hogwarts!au, e2l, fluff, secret friendship, slowburn, sports
t.w: mild profanity, lots of making out đ đđ đąđž ft. zb1, ive, lsf, txt, p1h members
a/n: this is part 2 of jaehyun's installment. check out the rest of the series below!
đđ for my junebug @mwotgata, who knows my y/n better than i do now <33
book [3] of the signed, sealed, spellbound series!
ââ .⊠read PART 1 before proceeding!
Hogwarts Hospital Wing - Winter BreakÂ
The ceiling is glowing white when he finally comes to.
âWhaââ His head swims as he slowly pries his eyes open, heavy and bleary. It feels as though someone had knocked him out with a dragon tranquilizer. âWhere am I?â
âJaehyun?âÂ
The voice that calls him sounds further than it should be, familiar but not.
Itâs yoursâheâs certainâbut he canât imagine a world where youâd ever say his first nameâŠand without the usual venom.Â
He must be dead.Â
âJaeââ
âLet the poor boy rest, Miss L/N,â Madam Kang approaches with a tray of vials, each steaming a different neon colour. âHeâs been asleep for an entire day, itâll be a while before he can regain strength.â
The matron places it on the side-table, pushing his precious Thunderbolt VII out of the way, letting the broomstick fall to the floor ungracefully. Jaehyun feels the urge to protest, or at least reach for itâbut the matron is already fussing over his injuries, tipping a healing potion into his mouth and patting him back onto the sheets, propping his casted leg up on a pillow.
She narrows her eyes as she makes sure he drinks every one of the vials, making him gulp down the awful liquid in nervous obedience. It goes down more painfully than the sharp throb in his leg.
âMake sure he doesnât wander off, this boy has a habit of ignoring medical advice,â she says to you before sauntering off towards the room adjacent to the hospital wing.Â
Jaehyun sighs, watching her disappear behind the door.Â
âYouâre not dead.â
He cranes his neck to see you stare at himâarm in a sling, sitting upright on the bed opposite him.Â
â...Yeah.â
âYou broke your leg,â you say, voice pinched, âMight hurt while the Skele-Grow takes effect⊠â
âOh,â Jaehyun purses his lips, eyes drawn to your injured arm. âWhat about you?â
âHmm?â
âYourââ He tilts his jaw to point at your sling. âYour arm⊠is it hurt?â
He doesnât realise the stupidity of his words immediately. Of course youâre hurt, why else would it be wrapped up and slung around your neck. Jaehyun expects you to blow up in his face, to call him an idiot and march off to the furthest bed you could.Â
But you donât.
Instead, you just say, âNothing too bad, should be fine soon enough.âÂ
Heâs never been this awkward around you. To say the atmosphere was civil would be the understatement of the century; instead, itâs tense in a way different from your in-game rivalry.Â
The sound of the clock ticking by feels like his insides being wrung like a towel; the lights feel too bright, his leg feels too heavy, and his breaths way too loud. Every time he glances sideways, youâre either twiddling with your uninjured hand like you donât know what to do with it, or youâre staring longingly out the window.
Jaehyun feels it tooâthe itch to get back to practice.Â
At first, itâs a couple of hours. Then, a whole nightâyou toss and turn, grumbling in your sleep like you were having nightmares. Heâs no better, staring straight up at the ceiling as though it could swallow him whole.
He even ponders jumping out the window on his broom and heading straight for Quidditch pitch.
Thereâs not much to look at other than four white walls, an unremarkable wooden door, and a couple holiday decorations that seems to have been magicked into places: a festive wreath in front of Madam Kangâs quarters, a little christmas tree hung with painted pinecones and shiny baubles, and streams of tinsel strewn here and there.Â
Neither of you converse unless itâs to remind each other to take your healing potions, or sometimes when he needs help with sitting up against the bed. There are no visitors other than the matronâs occasional inspectionsâjust Jaehyun, you, and the soft snowfall out through the frosty windowpanes.Â
âHow much longer did she say?â he whispers out on one chilly evening, head squished against a fluffy white pillow.Â
You barely spare him a glance, trying to flip the page of your book over your tucked-in knees. âA week at least. You broke a lot in there.â You gesture vaguely at his body.
âRight,â Jaehyun grumbles. âIâm gonna lose so much muscle mass after this.â
You scoff on instinct. âNot like you had any to begin with.âÂ
It doesnât mean to come out as an insult, not after days of uncomfortable silence.Â
But surprisingly, something inside of Jaehyun settles in relief at the familiarity. âYou say that and then gawk at my legs during a game. No wonder you donât hit straight.â
The response is immediateâyour eyes flash open, lips curling downward into an angry frown, hands gripping at your worn out copy of Quidditch Through the Ages as though you were about to swing it at his face.Â
Jaehyun canât help but smile at how less intimidating you look when youâre not thirty feet up in the air and sporting all four working limbs. Like a baby bird attempting to peck but without any real aggression.Â
âYou wouldnât waste your precious book on me of all people.â He quips knowingly, managing to sound cocky even with a pathetic cast on his leg.Â
And heâs right on the nose; you narrow your eyes, click your tongue in disapproval, and then lower your book back to your lap.Â
Itâs the first taste of normalcy heâs had in days.
Jaehyun sleeps with ease that night, quietly admitting to himself that maybe, being stuck with you in the hospital wing during the holidays wasn't the worst thing to happen to him after all.Â
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âHold still,â you reprimand unintelligibly, leaning over his cast to slide the marker across it, the cap hanging between your teeth.Â
âI canât even move, dude,â Jaehyun sighs, watching the way you doodle a wonky lion on him, adding tiny horns and a moustache for flair. âThat is the ugliest thing Iâve ever had the misfortune to seeâŠâ He grimaces. ââand Iâve seen you on your bad days.â
You sneer at him, looking every bit as comical as he hopes you do when he makes you mad on purpose.Â
âYouâre not exactly Picasso to be talking a big game,â You spit the cap out and lift your slingâdecorated with tweety birds, and a very elaborate, structurally accurate diagram of a Firebolt. âCanât believe weâre stuck here during Christmas, drawing on each otherâs broken limbs.â
âDid you have other plans?â He raises a brow.
âQuidditch, duh,â you state the obvious, watching him nod in agreement. âMatch is in two months and Iâm not even allowed to use a bat yet.â
âWell,â Jaehyun motions for you to pass the marker to him and scooch closer. âIt could be worse. We could have been muggles and have had to get our bones mended their wayâand that could take ages.â
âWhat do you know about muggle medicine?â
âMore than you,â He starts to draw stars and snowflakes onto the fabric over your arm. âMy momâs a doctorâa muggle healer. I used to break my bones all the time.â
â...Doing what? Crawling?â
âPlaying,â he corrects with a roll of his eye, tongue peeking out as he concentrates on his doodles. âShe says I could never sit still as a kid. So she put me into every sport out thereâlittle league baseball, football, archeryââ
âThey gave you a bow and arrow?â
âI quit after a week because I accidentally pricked my instructor with it.â
âAh, thatâs more like the Myung Jaehyun I know.â You snicker.Â
The room has started to smell less like polyester and detergent, and more like Christmas. Thereâre two cups of cocoa on the side-tableâcourtesy of Madam Kangâbalanced atop a mountain of Quidditch guides and biographies. The tinsel on the tree has multiplied somehow; thereâs snow capping the windowsills, wrens and doves making the occasional visit.Â
You miss playing Quidditch. But to make up for it, youâve resorted to transferring your personal library to the hospital wing, the stack of books building by the day.Â
At some point, Jaehyun lets out a bored sigh, and you non-verbally pass him a copy of Flying with the Cannons, if only to shut him up.Â
âHow did you know Iâm going to join the Chudley Cannons!?â His face lights up like the tree in the corner of the room. âDonât tell me youâre a prophetâŠ?â
âMyungâŠyou and I both almost failed Divination in our fifth year.â
âOh, yeah.â He grins wistfully at the memory. âHonestly, I thought she failed us because you kept attacking me with your teacup.â
âLike you didnât keep predicting my imminent doom on your crystal ball.â You squint at your book, confused at a particular sentence. âWhat does this meanââbristles aid wind direction; the more streamlined the betterâ ?â
âHmmâŠthink of it like birdsâ feathersââ Jaehyun lays his own book flat on his chest, bookmarking his page. ââthey basically smoothen the path of wind. The more lightweight, the better for flight. Seekers need to maneuver a lot, so weâd avoid heavier woods, like oak.â
âOh⊠Beaters prefer the heavier kind. But it sucks when you have to speed after targets.â
âYour speed is fine,â he offers without a hint of deceit, âItâs the hesitance you need to focus on. You do this thing where you justâŠstop.â
Your brows knit together. âHuh?âÂ
âItâs like youâre trying to recollect what youâve readâŠI can see it in your eye before you swing your batâyou waste so much time on thinking.â
â...â You feel like youâve been peeled open and cut into two perfect cross-sections. âI donâtââÂ
The rest never make it past your lips; you know youâd be lying if it did.Â
âYou worry too much too,â he continues, âmakes you lose momentum. And, you donât get to show off how skilled of a player you actually are.â
The compliment is thrown so casually as though he is merely commenting on the weather. Not like itâs a monumental milestone in your, mostly sour, age-old relationship.
â...Thanks,â you finally say, still a bit dubious. âYouâreâŠuh⊠You fly well, I guess.â
Jaehyun snorts at your poor attempt at praise. âThanks? Thatâs nice of you⊠I guess.â
âYou donât think enough up in the air or on the ground,â you huff, âbut your muscle memory is impeccable. I can tell you to work hard at it.â
This time, he smiles, meaning it.Â
When you let yourself sink into the comfort of simply being next to himâ without the biting remarks or scalding anger to burn youâyou find that itâs not as strange as youâd imagine it to be.
âHey,â Jaehyun whispers, eyes tracking the blinking Christmas lights in the distance, the smile still etched onto his lipsâas though heâs dipping his toes into uncharted waters.Â
You turn your head, sneaking a peak at his face. Heâs quiet, eyes soft around the corners, gaze unfocussed.Â
âYou knowâŠâ he begins teasingly, âyou donât need to stay. I heard the matron saying she dismissed you last week.â
Your stomach does a swoopâfluttering, squeezing around itself like you just ate something bad. You feel sick.
âI⊠Sheââ A gulp travels down your dry throat. â...I just needed to make sure Iâm fully recovered.â
Jaehyun turns his head, lips stretching.
âDid I make you cry when I was knocked out?â He tosses you a lopsided grin, tilting his head playfully. âYou know you canât get rid of me that easily.â
You suck in a sharp breath, heart squeezing in a way you didnât think hearts could. Jaehyun has that glint in his eyesânot unlike the one he wore when he quipped between practices, or circled around you like a menacing cat. But thereâs something else there tooâŠ
A curiosity.Â
âIââ You clear your throat, sinking deeper into your scarf in a foolish attempt to tame the heat on your cheeks. âI wasnât worried.â
âNot what I asked.â He smiles, softer this time. âI heard you, you knowâsaying my name.â
Your cheeks are now scalding hot to the touch, every inch of you aflame in mortification.Â
It had been a mistake. You werenât thinking⊠You certainly werenât worried about the loser. Why would you be? Heâs brash, he has horrible manners, he teases you, he embarrasses you, heâŠÂ
He did save you.
Before you can come up with a justification to why you didnât outright hate him for a split second while he was out like a light, Jaehyun is already changing the topic, complaining about the annotations youâve filled into the book in his hand. âSuch a nerd,â he murmurs, but still keeps readingâan annoying smirk plastered onto his face.Â
You groan. But in the private crevices of your mind, you can admit the relief you feel when he doesnât bring up the subject again.Â
âWhy is your common room so far away, ugh,â you grunt, testing out your newly healed arm with a roll of the bones. Â
âSweetheart, if you stopped complaining for one second, weâd already be here.âÂ
Jaehyun has a slight limp to his steps, but Madam Kang had reluctantly let him leave the hospital wingâafter several shameless bats of his lashes, and a long speech youâd prepared, listing all the reasons why the white walls would only slow down his recovery and how much more infuriating he had been getting in bed confinement.Â
After all, it was Christmas eve tonight.  Â
âThis is ridiculous,â you say as you follow after him, stepping through the hole behind the painting on the wall.Â
He snickers at your whining, and stops abruptly so that he purposely makes you bump your head right into his back.Â
âGod, you are soââ
âCharming?â He swivels around.
ââPesky.â You poke his forehead to push him out of the way. âWhy did you even bring me to his hellhole?â
âBecause itâs almost Christmas, and also because you havenât let me show you my blueprints in exchange for me listening to you go on and on and on about the history of Quiddââ
âShut it.âÂ
The first thing you smell when you move forward is the fireâinviting and gentle on your nose. The first thing you see is red; it almost sends you into a panic-induced coma.Â
But your eyes adjust to the red in increments, slowly turning less aggressive in your mind. Â
And you can acknowledge one thing: Gryffindor tower is the right opposite of yours; almost everything is gold or crimson, rustic in a way it makes you feel warm all over. Cosy.Â
Jaehyun wastes no time before he flops onto the couch, stretching as though he was making a snow angel against the fabric.Â
The place looks lived-inâevidence of friendship and family stretching from wall to wall: half finished board games, party hats strewn under the table, a festive poster someone has stuck to the bulletin. Thereâs a tree beside the window, glittering in reds and yellowsâsnowflakes spiralling down outside.
You linger at the scarlet tapestries on the wall, the lion motifs adorning the sidesâthen you trace your hands over the bookcase in reverent awe.Â
ItâsâŠbeautiful.
Of course, youâd be lying to say it isnât. Itâs not home to youânot like the Ravenclaw common roomâbut you can imagine Jaehyun growing up here, spending his days lazing around and surrounded by his friends. Thereâs love lingering in every corner. Â
âCome here,â Jaehyun waves you over, having planted himself on the carpet near the coffee table at some point along your assessment of the room. âThis is a Nimbus 1000; youâre already familiar with itââ He smoothes out a large glossy blue diagram, with chalk and scales overlaying it.Â
Of course you were familiar; it was your first-ever broomstick your dad bought you.
You sit next to him, leaning over as he pushes it towards you.Â
âSee the handle and how it's curved over hereâthatâs to reduce air drag,â he points out, bringing your finger to the drawing.Â
Itâs slightly smudged, as though he had pressed his fist across it while sketching it downâor fallen asleep late into the night, cheeks against the paper. Itâs a surprisingly fond image.
âAnd,â he continues, delving into the intricacies of broom aerodynamics. âsee thisâthatâs to help with turning 360 degrees mid-flight. An old but reliable model.â
âWho knew you could read, Myung?â You quip, an insult too shallow to hurt. âSo this is what youâre off doing instead of completing your Charms homework.â
âSays the girl who spends the class taking down Quidditch notes instead of practicing spells.â
âThought you didnât see me as a girl,â you wiggle your eyebrows, finding yourself relaxing a little.Â
He pauses to look at youâthen grunts away a response.Â
For the first time in a very long time, you donât worry. When he finishes showing you his collection of blueprints and miniature broom models, you settle into comfortable company; you read out loud your favourite passages from Quidditch Through the Ages as he works on another sketchânodding along to your words with a question here and there.
Time quietly slips away; the world hangs its head as the hour hand walks its way to twelve. A cuckoo pops out to announce Christmas day. Â
Jaehyunâs eyes are half open, head tossed back against the couch cushion. Youâve accidentally come to rest your side against his, fingertips a hairâs breadth away from his.Â
âY/N,â he murmurs, dazed.
You arenât any better. âHmm?â
âMerry⊠Merry Christmas."Â
Maybe it registers in your mind, maybe it doesnât. Nonetheless, a smile shows itself.
âMerry Christmas,â You donât even hear your own voice, eyes drooping closed, âJaehyun.â
Christmas arrives, and you arenât alone for the night.Â
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Gryffindor common room - ChristmasÂ
âWhen I said letâs get foodââ you huff, teetering on your heels. ââI didnât mean the entire kitchen, Myung.â
âGod forbid a man likes pastry,â he pouts through a cheekful of tart, barely balancing a mountain of plates in his hand, almost dropping an entire bowl of mini candy canes onto the plush red carpet.Â
âThe man needs to stop talking while he eats,â you frown in disgust, swerving out of the way before he sprays crumbs onto you.Â
Morning light spills through the open window. Itâs chilly, but the roaring fire and woollen clothes keep you warm. Thereâs a light trill of birds over someone humming carols from the grounds below.Â
You and Jaehyun spend the entire morning and afternoon digging into as many delicacies as you can, and as quickly as your tummy allows. Being athletes called for a strict control over overindulgenceâor at least for those of you who actually kept to it.
But today is an exceptionâyou get to stuff yourself to your heartâs content.
Cupcake wrappers litter the coffee table, pavlova cream smeared at plate edges. The jars of what used to contain eggnog sits empty. The fruit cake is demolished.Â
Jaehyun lies spread-eagle on the floor, patting his belly.
You would chide him for being so ungracefulâhad you not been in the exact same situation.Â
âI regret everything, ugh. Why didnât you stop me?â You can barely speak through the pain in your chest, eggnog swirling dangerously within your tummy.Â
âI did try,â Jaehyun grumbles. âYou told me to go take a swan-dive off the Astronomy tower.â
You donât refute.
Itâs another minute before a lightbulb sparks alive on the top of your headâand he seems to have the same idea.Â
What better way to work out the kinks in your muscles, to let off steam and to truly enjoy Christmas to its maximum?
âBroomride?â you ask.
âBroomride.â he nods.
The sun is only beginning to descendâmaking the Great Lake shimmer at the surface. Jaehyun swoops above the water, grinning as the cold air nips at his skin, his red scarf whipping behind him as he speeds up.
You join him with the same enthusiasm, not hiding the smile that escapes you. Hogwarts feels so small from up hereânothing but one of Jaehyunâs miniature models, an ant among giants. Itâs breathtaking. To fly after ages feels like having your first inhale of a breath after holding it in for so long.Â
When you finally come back down to earth, feet skidding against the gravel, the rush of flight hasnât worn off yet.
âThis is where you pushed me off from,â Jaehyun leans over the pier, looking down into the bottomless blue, where merpeople and squids resided in their own pockets of life.Â
ââPushâ is a strong word,â you refute. âI preferâŠâgave you the nudge you needed.ââ
âNo wonder I choose to run before you can get me now,â he chuckles, skipping a stone over the gently cascading water.Â
You follow suit, trying to outdo him, but come up two steps too short. âYou donât run when it matters thoughâŠthatâs the important bit.â
Jaehyun remains silent; he knows youâre hovering over things you want to sayâtoo afraid to acknowledge the elephant in the room, wary of breathing things into existence where they need not be.Â
It must be the sunset softening your edgesâbecause the words roll off your tongue as you watch the light bathe over the lake.
âYou⊠saved me. You didnât even think before you dived.â
Jaehyunâs eyes widen at your words.
Honestly, he never thought youâd mention it again. You arenât the type to linger on guilt or pityâsomeone who worked through feelings with a book and a quill. And occasionally, a blackboard. He isnât equipped to handle such a straightforward sentence out your mouth.
Jaehyunâs mouth is parted, words teetering between honesty and fear.Â
âSeekerâs instinct,â he finally says.Â
Heâs not sure if he even believes it himself. Thereâs a truth there, but itâs not the entirety of it.Â
For a Gryffindor, he was every bit a coward as you regarded him to be, Jaehyun thinks.
You, however, nodâtaking what heâs willing to offer, not demanding anything more.Â
Jaehyun wonders if you feel guilty for his broken leg. He nudges your shoulder with his own, keeping you rooted when you meet his eyesâwith something more than just delicacy swimming underneath those brown flecks.Â
âItâs not your fault. I was the one who jumped before thinking,â he says softly, a hint of self-blame dancing around his assurance. âDonât worry that head of yours, alright?â For good measure, he gently flicks your temple, earning a shove into his ribs.
Before he can fall off into the water once again, in a perfect replication of the incident from three years agoâyou pull him back onto solid ground by the neck of his sweater, letting him lean his weight against you, his still weak leg swaying.
âThanks,â you say.
âFor saving me, for the anonymous tips,...for being here, for going into a food coma with me, for flying with me all day,â goes unsaid, but the warmth in your gaze conveys it all. He doesnât pull away; you donât let him.
For the first time in years, you can admit you may enjoy Myung Jaehyunâs company.
It turns out to be one of the nicest Christmases youâve ever had.
Great hall - first day of Spring Term
âPark Gunwook, stop eating the chocolate! Thatâs for Y/N!â Liz smacks the taller boyâs hands, making him drop a handful of bonbons back into the silver case.Â
âY/N-ie!!â She veers around him to throw herself against youâher own version of a hug. âI missed you!!â
âShe did,â Gaeul appears behind her, grinning. âWouldnât shut up about it. My deaf Grandma had the worst three hours of her life trying to understand why she kept crying over home-made cookies.â
âThe wonky one reminded me of Y/N,â Liz pouts, and you swing your hand back to punch her in the arm.Â
But youâre interrupted by the barrage of the rest of the Ravenclaws flooding in through the main doorsâRicky, Leeseo, and Kazuha all mid-chatter and heading straight for you. You take turns hugging them, letting Kazuha ruffle your hair.
âHad a good holiday? Or should I askâhad a good Quidditch vacay?â She pinches your cheeks.
âYou could say that,â you mumble, but donât elaborate when she throws you a questioning look.
Itâs a miracle that youâre saved from Lizâs nosy interrogationâthankfully, sheâs too distracted by Gunwook now choking on what should have been your present.Â
You watch them play aroundâreturning to the welcoming dynamics of your friend-groupâeveryone settling comfortably back into the routine of awaiting classes, taking in the ceiling that was charmed to swirl snow onto the four long tables, watching as the other houses began to trickle in one after another.Â
Then you wonder if one of those red scarves is Jaehyunâs.Â
After Christmas, you had found a new sense of rhythm with him; more broomrides at night, a lot of discussions-turned-debates over flight moves and strategies⊠You even ended up showing him your most prized possessionâyour Quidditch notebook where you scratched down every fleeting thought and every observation youâve ever made since the third year.Â
In return, heâd practiced day and night with youâhelping you act quicker without thinking too hard, reminding you not to strain your arm when you swung with too much force.
New yearâs rolled around, and nothing changed for the worse.Â
In fact, you even let yourself indulge in the gift-giving festivities: he now held onto your annotated copy of Flying with the Cannonsâa note with his name and a haphazardly written âhappy new yearâ slipped into it. And you⊠You were now the (not) proud owner of a miniature model of Tweety bird on a broomstick.Â
âItâs a bird⊠Why the fuck does it need a broom?â You had asked, squinting at it in your palm.
Jaehyun had been undeterred, simply giggling when heâd said, âCanât I be a little poetic, L/N?â
The memory is fond, feeling like an old story than from only a couple days ago. Youâre trying to recollect your exact feeling of that moment whenâ
âAh, stuffing your face as usual, I see,â Seok Matthew struts into view with a smirk, arms hidden in the depths of his trouser-pockets.Â
Gunwook sneers around his chocolate, âFuck you, Seok.â
âFuck me yourself, coward.â The Gryffindor taunts, his smirk only growing.
âJerk!â Gunwook squeezes his fists, flaring his nostrils in what is supposed to be intimidation.
Itâs three seconds away from what could be anything between a food fight and a fist fight, when a steady hand pulls Matthew back before Gunwook can ambush him. Â
âHwan-â begins Kazuha, but she doesnât finish when she realises that it isnât the reliable vice captain thatâs keeping them from decking each other. Itâsâ
âMyung,â you greetâsofter than you should.Â
âL/N,â he responds, likewise.Â
âY/N, let me at him,â Gunwook punches the air, trying to push past Kazuha. But you interject.
âSave that brawl for finals, we still need to get through one more match.â You say it casually, without dwelling on the meaningâbut seven pairs of incredulous eyes whip around to stare at you.Â
âWhat?â You blink at them.Â
â...YouâreâŠâ Gunwook scrunches his brows together. â...stopping me from hitting him?â
You open your mouth, realise you have nothing fruitful to sayâthen close it at once.Â
To make matters worse, Jaehyun doesnât jump in at the convenient gap with one of his usual taunts. Instead, heâs looking past everyone, straight at youâwith an expression that toes the line between tenderness, and like heâs waiting to see what youâll do next.
âIââ You gulp. âWeâll only lose house points if you injure him,â you say, turning towards Gunwook. âAnd I want you in perfect condition so we can beat these idiots.â
It seems to do the jobâalbeit just barely; Gunwook brightens up with newfound vigour, throwing a condescending look at Matthew for good measure. Liz joins in with a smirk and a covert middle finger pulled out of her robeâs pocket.Â
Jaehyun justâŠsmiles.Â
âAlright,â he says simplyâno malice, no hidden undertones.Â
His relaxed tone sends a shiver down everyoneâs spine, including your ownâRicky prickling up like a frightened cat, Gunwookâs eyes going wide.Â
But Jaehyun is already walking off to the Gryffindor table with his arm around Matthew, who also seems to be just as confused at his captainâs sudden change in personality.Â
âIs he trying to scare us?!â Liz gasps, âWhat the actual fuck was that?â
âHeâs justââ You grasp at the clay model inside your pocketâthe bird on the broom. ââbeing infuriating again. Donât mind it.â
Gunwook starts to refute, but you cut in before he can start digging your graveâ
âWe have a match to practice for, and weâre already behind compared to those Hufflepuffs. I better see a huge improvement in the next two months, or it's back to the drawing board.â
Everyone zips their lips at once, slowly deflecting back to conversations about homework and professors.Â
While the chatter builds and you begin to leave for your first class of the day, something new gnaws at your brainânot just the usual buzz of caffeine and Quidditch jargon.Â
Because now, you have another thorn in your side: the near-impossible task of keeping up appearances with your supposed enemy, Myung Jaehyunâwho, you realise, you donât seem to hate as much anymore.Â
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âI almost got that point,â Gyuvin complains, stopping in front of the Ravenclaw hoops.
âNot my fault you move like a snail,â Gaeul says simply, her nonchalance more cutting than any bite the rest of your team could manage.
Itâs yet another joint practiceâblue and red robes billowing in the damp January air, snowcapped towers and grounds existing beneath like the inside of a snow globe.Â
Youâre tracking the movements of your team, mentally jotting down any details you might want to record for later. Kazuha is flying parallel to Ricky, receiving the Quaffle from him, cutting past Hanbinâs tricky ambush to head for the Gryffindor base.Â
She swings it into the central hoop, scoring another ten points.
At the next play, you aim your Bludger at Intak before he can do the same to Ricky, managing the strength to knock it into his torso and make him lose his grasp. The novelty of getting the six-foot player to concede fills your heart with satisfaction.Â
As though on instinct, you look for himâand find that Jaehyun is looking back at you, sporting a smile that clearly meant he was proud of you for not hesitating.Â
It becomes a routineâstolen glances, the accidental mid-air bumps that were less than unfriendly, the way he circles around you for absolutely no reason when he should be looking for the SnitchâŠ
The routine, for lack of better words, carries into your daily lives.
Jaehyun quietly saves you a seat when you come in late for Charmsâaway from the prying eyes of your teams, private and safe. You talkâover a growing bundle of Quidditch books and blueprints, in the tucked-away corners of the lake where few wandered, over your carefully aligned trips to Professor Jeonâs office when he calls for the captains. Over nothing and everything.Â
âIâm telling you, let your Beaters aim for the knee if itâs Park Sunghoonâhe loses balance every single time,â You tap the page of your play plan. âAnd if itâs Taesan, wellâŠâ
âI swear heâs got a thing for our Gryffindor prefect, dude,â Jaehyun insists.
The two of you sit side by side on a makeshift seat over the rocks overlooking the Great Lake, a shared notebook between you.
You respond in similar fervour, âWait seriously? âŠthat explains all the⊠staring.â
âHeâs always bothering her with his pranks, though. She probably hates his guts.â
âCan you blame her? Childish pigtail-pulling only gets you so far.â You shake your head, disappointed in general at the male species. âUgh, men.â
âYeah?â Jaehyunâs voice is teasing, but slightly soft. âWhat would you suggest then?â
âHmm?â
âIf not pigtail pullingââ He waits for you to look his way before he finishes. âWhat would you suggest works?â
Your heart speeds without warning.
Heâs wearing that look againâa hint of a lingering smile, the brown flecks in his dark eyes evident under the backdrop of sunlight hitting the snowâunguardedâhis heart right on his sleeve, waiting to slip off into your hands if you offer them to himâŠ
âIââ You lose breath from just looking at himâhim and his stupid, earnest eyes⊠âSo Hufflepuff, ahem!â
Jaehyun all but groans.Â
However, he has the self-respect to right himself, brushing off the slight pinch to his ego, and giving way to your digression.
âTheir Captain might look all sweet but that guyâs a monster. Keep on his heels when youâre up there,â Jaehyun offers.
âHao? The guy that stank up the entire Great Hall because he had to just eat his durian out in the open?âÂ
âSame one. Wolf in a sheepâs clothing, I swear, their whole lot.â
âRich coming from you,â you scoff, rolling your eyes for him to see.
He ignores it.
âHao prefers his right side too much, it was so obvious from our last match,â Jaehyun takes the quill from you to add his own little note to the margins. âAnd I think heâs into our Chaser.â
âHanbin? Oh yeah, saw it from a mile away. I knew they were giving each other eyes in your last match.â
âKnew you came to spy on us.â He grins, and you pull his cheeks down so it turns into a pained frown.
âI wasnât spying.â
âOgling, then.â
âEwâŠwho would I ogle atâŠyou?â
âAwww, is my Y/N-ie shy?â He coos, lightly grazing the nib of the quill against your nose, leaving a tiny blue mark there. âYou werenât like this when we were in the Hospital Wing and you were all like, âJae-Jaehyun!ââ he says in mock sorrowâan embarrassing imitation of your voice.
âWELL, SORRY FOR THINKING YOU MIGHT HAVE BEEN DEADââ you huff, jumping off the rock and beginning to stomp away, but he drags you back to your spot by your wrist.Â
âOkay, okayâtruce!â He puts both arms up in surrender. âBack to tactics, câmon.â
You still pout but let him coax you back into strategising.Â
âSakura sticks to a patternâitâs always, begin on the left, zig-zag across, then she goes right,â you explain as you point at your notes, âYou can basically predict her next move before she even starts.â
âThat should make it easy thenâsheâs faster than me as a Seeker, so I have trouble when we need to dive for the Snitch sometimes.â
You offer him advice based on your experience from playing against Slytherin, and he in turn, does the same for your eventual match against Hufflepuff.Â
In Charms, the two of you pass notesâlittle tidbits that you might have not remembered to tell each other the day before. Then heâs slipping scraps of paper into your robe as he passes by you across the Quidditch fieldânimble and deft with his handsâyou make sure to tell him that heâd make an excellent pickpocket if being an athlete doesnât work out in the future.Â
And thenâŠhe stops with the niceties altogether.Â
âGood game, partner.â Jaehyun extends his hand out to you after one of your joint practice matches.
You hesitate before taking it, too self-conscious of whether people see. âHm, yeah.â You avert your eyes.
But he shamelessly lingers on your palm, gently tugging it closer. The pulse under your wrists speeds up dangerously, heart thudding when you look up to see him move your hand closer to his lipsâyou gulp, thinking he might press a kiss to itâ
Jaehyun winks, a smirk appearing before he softly returns your hand back to you.
You almost combust.
//
âWhat the fuck, Myung? You canât justââ
âJust?â
ââFlirt in front of my team!â You throw your hands up in exasperation. âThey canât know that weâreââ
âThat weâre..?â Jaehyunâs eyebrows raise; heâs smilingânot a bit concerned about you stressing out. âThat weâre what, Sweetheart?â
Your temple throbs again. Itâs infuriatingâhow easily he drives you up the wall, how he knows the exact buttons to push to elicit the exact reactions from youâhow he knows you inside out like his own mind.Â
âDonât call me that.â You pout, plopping down on the bleachers. âYou flirt like itâs your life blood.â
âOnly with you, Iâve already told you this,â He puts his cheeks in his palms, leaning in. âI can stop if you hate it.â
You donât respond.Â
You canât⊠Thereâs no way to know if you truly do hate it. Your body seemed to react to his sweet-talking with the same alertness it reserved for an active threat situationâheart racing, adrenaline coursing⊠but you canât even say some part of you hasnât started to look forward to the symptoms now.
Instead of acknowledging his words, you end up askingâÂ
âWhy do you keep helping me?âÂ
The thought has been weighing you down like a head on a pillowâsteadily, maybe even comfortably. There are so many answers he could give you, each one just as tender.Â
But what he says knocks the air out of your lungs, and perhaps your heart just falls out and gives itself to the boy in front of youâŠÂ
âMaybe I want to make sure my last match here will be with you.â Jaehyunâs voice is a whisper.Â
Snow softly driftsâmelting atop his inky locksâand then you actually look at him.Â
He is no longer the same thirteen year old boy that flew circles around you, or taunted you with his natural talent. Heâs older now, his features sharper, shoulders broaderâmore reliable.Â
But his eyesâŠtheyâre still as soft, still playful like a kidâs.
You wonder if you just never saw him before, or if you just refused to admit that you did.Â
â...I,â you begin, but heâs already pulling you up with him.
âPlay a 1 v 1 with me?â he asks, cheeks pink, and smile soft.Â
When you finally nod, heâs turning away, leading you down to the broom stands.
Oh.
You watch his back, the way he turns around to look at youâand the world freezes for a second.
Oh, you think.
Youâre fucked.
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Youâre thoroughly, absolutely fucked.
Jaehyun, when left unstopped, is a force to be reckoned with.
He flirts with a newfound passion nowâin-between classes, during broomrides, up in the astronomy tower where you once take him to try out a nosediveâon the Quidditch pitch, twenty feet up in the air.Â
The location is a second thought to himâall that matters is that he gets to say the word âSweetheartâ to you, minimum three times a day.
âSweetheart, you forgot to sleep today, didnât you?â
âSweetheart, do you think I should start shaving? I think it gives me a rugged look though, no?â
âSweetheart, why arenât you wearing your scarf, itâs freezing coldâhere, take mineââ
âMyung Jaehyun, shut the fuck up,â You slam a hand to your forehead as he stares quizzically. âWhy arenât you celebrating your win with your team?â
The two of you stand crammed together in a tiny nook behind one of the stairs; Jaehyun is sweaty from his match against Slytherin, face flushed and chest still heaving. You had come to watch, but somehow, in a turn of events that was simultaneously strange and predictableâhe had found you right after.
âItâs your win just as it is mine,â he says giddily, âI couldnât have made that dive if you hadnât practiced with me.â
âLies. You didnât need me for that.â
âI always need you.â
âGod, ugh,â You drag your palms down your face, ready to pound your head against the wall. âYou are so annoying!â
âAw, did I make Tweety bird mad?â
âWhat the fuck, Myung? Why do you keep calling me stuff like that!?â
âBecause,â He shrugs. âYou look like a Tweety Bird.â
When you just stare incredulously back at him, mouth agape, he elaborates, âInnocent and cuteâŠand fun to chase around.â
âYou canât,â you sigh, ignoring the warmth pulsating inside your chest. âYou canât just keep doing this. Our teams hate each other, andâŠwe canât disappoint them.â The last sentence breaks out before you can think it through.
âAnd thatâs the only reason?â he asks, coy.
You gulp, looking away.Â
âAlright,â Jaehyun just nods, giving no indication that he intended to do as told, âIâll hold back on the flirting.â
Itâs an ominous statement, you think. The paranoia that claws its way up your body makes you stiffen when he ruffles your hair, saying nothing more after.Â
He walks off to where his team waits for himâprobably wondering where their Captain had gone off toâleaving you alone with your thoughts in a shadowy spot under the stairs.Â
You wonder if youâve awakened some sort of monster.Â
Myung Jaehyun is no longer acting like Myung Jaehyun.
At least not the same one youâve come to be familiar withâthe obnoxious jerk who had somehow melted into a softer version of himselfâa teasing, hyperactive puppy-dog of a human that kept following you around.
He takes what you had demanded of him and adds his own flair to it.Â
You start to regret that youâd ever said those words.Â
âGood game,â he says, without stringing a nickname at the end. âYou did well.â
His words are still genuine, but you can tell heâs burying so much he would rather just say.
âThanks,â you respond stiffly, the hair on your nape standing up.Â
But a sly smile shows itself on his face. âWhat about me, did I do well?â
âHuh?â you sputter.
âI asked,â He leans in to whisper, his breath way too close to your lips. âDid I do well, Captain?â
You pray to the heavens above to swallow you whole, in case one of your teammates has heard it.Â
Thankfully, theyâre off to the sides, caught up in their own shenanigansâGunwook seems to be attempting to break Matthews arm in what outwardly looks like a handshake, and Lizâs yells aimed at Gyuvin echoes as far as the distant mountains.Â
Jaehyun is undeterred. âWhat?â he says again, in a pitch deep enough to send a shiver through you. âYou said not to call you Sweetheart.âÂ
Before you can say anything intelligent in response, he walks off with a final squeeze to your palms.Â
Then thereâs your private strategy meet-ups: he shows up, talks just as enthusiastically about Quidditch with you, and every time the word âSweetheartâ threatens to escape his mouth, heâll replace it with something more dangerous.
Then there are his touches âŠ
âCan you pass me that blueprint over there?â Jaehyun asks, pointing at the rolled-up paper next to you.
When you hand it to him, your fingertips accidentally brush against his, and the two of you look up to meet each otherâs eyes.Â
He smiles; you stutter.Â
Or youâll lean in too close without thinking, too caught up in recounting some historic match out of a guide, and when you look up, heâll already be staring at youâshamelessly, with an attention he does not even offer to his school subjects.Â
And it makes you have to dig your fingernails into your skin to keep yourself tethered to the material world.
In a twist you didnât think the universe was cruel enough to pull on you, Myung Jaehyun proves to hold the capacity to be even more infuriating than you thought he could ever be.
And you are nothing but a victim of his perilous tenacity.Â
Your paranoia spikes to an all time high when he approaches you from behindâmaking you jump in your own skin with just a casual greeting. You start to fear for your life lest he say something too sultry in front of your friends. You start watching your back, treating him like a threat to your lifeâa time-bomb about to explode that you need to run away from.
But he always finds you.
And you realise that you canât take it anymore.Â
His stupid face is in your head 24/7, his stupid voice now the narrator of your brain. Heâs everywhereâphysically, spiritually, in all the ways that suck the soul out of your body.Â
Myung Jaehyun has cemented himself as the true bane of your existence.
After the nth time you catch yourself staring at his mouth while he rambled on about the Oakshaft 79, you decide you have had enough.
Jaheyun is on his way back from one of his classes, clueless as ever, caught up in his mental world of fast-going broomsticks whenâ
âHuh, what!ââ He feels more than sees: the harsh tug of his necktie, the broom cupboard doors slamming shut behind him, drowning him in dancing shadowsâand then youâand your mouth on his.
Your mouthâŠonâŠhis?
âY/Nââ
âShut up,â you whisper, pulling him back down. Your hands tug at his nape, at his hairâtight enough to break, and eager enough to electrocute him.Â
Jaehyun is stupidly giddy when any comment he might have attempted to make gets smothered by your kiss, fiery and deep. His hands come to find your waist, a desperate attempt to ground himself. It doesnât workâhis soul might as well be floating away with the way you kiss him breathlessly, in a rhythm thatâs entirely primal.
When he dares to sneak a look at you, right as you part your mouth for him, he feels his heart skip several beatsâyour eyes are half-lidded, kiss-drunk, and Jaehyun feels himself lose all inhibition at once.Â
He takes control, pushing you up against a wall, curling a hand around both your wrists when they come loose from his neck. Warmth prods at the seams of your lips, and you surrender to it.Â
Jaehyun feels the same way he does twenty feet up in the sky, chasing headfirst after a Snitch, when the adrenaline rushes through himâpurely chemical.Â
Maybe itâs because he knows you so well, knows exactly what to predict from you, all the right buttons to push to coax a soft gasp out of your mouth. You might have been good at observing other players, but Jaehyun was the best when it came to studying you.
You let him kiss you with everything heâs got, as though he was making up for lost timeâfor all his wasted âSweetheartâs and all the times he should have just given into his impulse. You think of how you used to hate himâand the memory only feeds your need to remind him that itâs different nowâthat the line between hate and love was want, and youâd been toeing it for a long time now.Â
When you finally part, his hands are still where they were five minutes ago, his lips shiny, eyes dropped down to your mouthâheâs already thinking of a second round.Â
But before Jaehyunâs about to dive down again, you press your palm against his mouth.Â
He frowns behind it, like a kicked puppy.
âNot now,â you sayâit comes out as a promise for later. His frustrated whine gets blanketed by your hand, and you shoot him a stern look.
You then peel back, adjust your uniform back into place, and poke a finger into his chest as a threatening reminder. âWe never speak of this again, deal?â
He nods, dazed, mind still floating in the memory of your taste.Â
âGood.â You leave him there, looking downright intoxicatedâknees weak, tie askew, mouth parted, eyes in a slow-blinking haze, hair resembling a birdâs nestâdisheveled from head to toe.Â
When the door closes, Jaehyun leans his forehead against the wall and lets out a long and pleased sigh.Â
You were going to be the death of him.Â
âWe did it, Y/N,â Kazuhaâs hug is fierce as it is warm. âWe won!â
âThey didnât stand a chance!â Leeseo bounces, punching her broom in the air, earning a round of âhoorayâs from the stands.Â
The entire Ravenclaw house roars from the crowd, blazing posters of blue and silver, chanting your names when you win them the last match before finals.
Finals.
Youâll be playing against Gryffindor.
Ricky and Gunwook pull everyone into a group hug, the latter close to tears at your hard-earned victory. Thereâs a light drizzle in the air, making everything look foggy beyond a distance; your hair is slightly damp, your skin buzzes with sweat and moisture, and your body is still stuck on the high of winning.
âMaybe I want to make sure my last match here will be with you.â Jaehyunâs voice echoes in your mind.
You donât waste any time before seeking him out the first opportunity you find to free yourself from your team. Heâs, as predicted, lingering somewhere behind the standsâbundled up in warm clothes, a cable knit sweater instead of his uniform, a thick scarf over it, and fuzzy gloves over his fingers.Â
âY/N, Congratââ The rest turns into a yelp when you drag him by the collar, to a secluded recess behind the wooden planks.Â
You lean up to press a single kiss to his lips.
Jaehyun doesnât need to be told twiceâhe discards his gloves somewhere so that he can feel your cheeks underneath his palm without a barrier, thumbing away at the rain-kissed skin there. Then he pulls you back in, deepening itâhis fingers coming to rest behind your head, freeing your hair from the confines of your tight ponytail.Â
Maybe it's the adrenaline from the match, but you push back just as desperatelyâswallowing any and all sounds that escape him. Your teeth accidentally graze against his bottom lip, and he shivers against you, then squeezes your waist in response.Â
âCongrats,â he ends up whispering into another kiss.
âThanks,â you huff, too impatient for breaks. âIt wasâfuck,â Another kiss. âYou helped.â
âYeah?â He smiles against your kiss.
âYeah.â You nod, eyes only half open.Â
And just like that, yet another thing gets added into your routineâstolen kisses behind stairwells, more broom cupboard rendezvous, some softer, some heated, but always the same patternâby the end, you have his mouth perfectly memorised like the insides of your Quidditch guides.Â
Sometimes you want to kiss him because heâs being a gentleman to you on the pitchâoffering his scarf when you accidentally shiver, or slipping a candy-bar into your pockets on days youâve forgotten to eat.Â
Other times, itâs when heâs being an absolute shit.
âYouâre fucking annoying,â you complain, but your actions contradict the words when youâre shoving him against a wall to kiss the smirk off of his face.
âAnd you, Miss Captain,â he giggles, âhave a potty mouth.â
âAnd what about it?â You raise one brow threateningly.Â
âOh nothing,â Jaehyun smoothens the knot between them with his thumb. âI like it, actually. Youâre kinda hot when youâre mean.â
All you can respond with is a flustered cough, a grunt, and then another attempt to shut him upâwith your mouth on his.Â
Days bleed into weeks, and before you know it, your life has condensed into half-attended classes, a growing list of diagrams on your soon-to-finish notebook, more Quidditch practices with the Gryffindor team, and kisses that taste like fire and chocolate.Â
The best part? Nobody but you and him knowsâthe thrill of a secret and the comfort of something hidden, it keeps you moving. On days when your stress threatens to break you, its his lips and heat that helps you let off steam.Â
You start to look forward to seeing Jaehyun every day. And the dread of finals turns into a promise to be keptâyou would beat him before you graduate Hogwarts, and youâll do it with the assurance that heâll come find you afterwards no matter what.Â
And youâll kiss all the animosity away, leaving behind only giddy warmth to replace it.Â
//
A dent in your plan comes in the shape of one cat-like Chaser.
âWhy arenât you aiming at Myung anymore?â Ricky questions one day after practice, as youâre walking off the field, peeling off your gear.
âHuh?â
âYou didnât throw the Bludger at him even once today.â
You freeze; the chill that runs down your body is not from the cold.
He isnât entirely wrong. You aim at every other Gryffindor on the team, but when it comes to a certain fluffy-haired boy⊠Your hand just happens to re-evaluate where you want to hit the ball, and itâs almost never at him.
â...UmmâŠâ
âIs he threatening you, Y/N? âRicky asks seriously; itâs a little comedicâhow earnest he seems about the concept of you potentially being blackmailed by the hyperactive Seeker of a boy.
You could do two things to worm your way out of his questionâyou could brush it off and change the topic to todayâs weather and distract Ricky easilyâhe was as easy to bait as a cat is. Or, you could choose the slightly more deranged alternative and say:
âYe-ah.â
âHe is!?â Ricky is all earsâand eyes, from how large they grow. âI knew it, that asshole!â
It doesnât take too long before the entire team is convinced that Myung Jaehyun was no longer just a headache in your life, but now also an active threat to their dearest captain.Â
âWeâll avenge you, Y/N-ie.â Gunwook says, and Liz nods along vigorously over her bowl of warm popcorn. âWeâll beat them dead at finalsâŠÂ
âGet it?â He turns to Liz. âCuz Iâm a beaterâŠâ
Liz stuffs some popcorn into his mouth to keep it shut before he can start guffawing at his own lame joke.
âWill you at least say what dirt heâs got on you?â Leeseo pipes up, curious.
The team is spread out around the common roomâGunwook, Liz and Kazuha on the baby blue couch, Ricky is off at the open window, having a staring contest with a black cat, and Leeseo hangs onto you over your shoulder as you scribble annotations into a guide-book over the short table.Â
Gaeul paces around the room as she tries to memorise her Ancient Ruins vocabulary.Â
âSecret,â you say before dipping your quill back into the ink bottle.Â
Liz boos to express her discontentment, and Leeseo deflates with a pout.
âWhat we need to focus on,â you continue, âis the match against Gryffindor next month. And making sure we study their last one so weâre ready for finals.â
The room freezes collectively.
Gaeul stops walking, Gunwookâs popcorn falls out of his open mouth, Liz gapes, Ricky does a slow, dramatic turn of his headâKazuha asks, âWhat did you just say..?â
You blink, confusedâscared, âHuh?â
âYou just said,â Gaeul repeats, her hand falling limp at her side. âGryffindor.â
The gulp that runs down your throat is a painful one. âI-I didnât⊠I wasnâtââ
âYouâre not even gagging after Gaeul unnie said their name.â Leeseo is in complete shock. âAre you sick?â
âIâmââ You touch Jaheyunâs new yearâs gift inside your pocket, tightening your fist around to stop your anxiety from spiking.
Ricky, however, has his absurd theory. âDid Myung Jaehyun hex you? Oh my god, did he obliviate your memorieââ
âNo! What?â
âIt must be a fever then,â Leeseo places her hand on your forehead to check for a temperature. âYou shouldnât stress out over the finals too much. It might make you sick.â
You canât do anything but nod, letting the girls coax you back under your bedsheets, laying a cold towel on your head, and forcefully detaching your notebook from your grasp.
Youâre pretending to be a bedridden victim, when it was the last thing you were in reality.
The rest of them leave after more chiding, and stacking several healing potions near your bed for easy reach; Kazuha, however, stays behind.
âSoâŠâ she begins, careful. Your eyes trail up to hers, fear ballooning.Â
Then, she grins like the devil.
âYou sly dog,â Kazuha smirks. âYouâre with Myung Jaehyun.â
Everything you thought you didnât need to be prepared for comes to bite you in the rear with a single, terrifying truth. She knows.
âWhat?â You attempt, feigning confusion. âPfft, noâŠpffft âŠfuck no!â
Sheâs having none of it. âY/N-ie, my dearest, you made the entire team bathe in salt the last time Leeseo accidentally said the G-word. I had salt in my ear for days.âÂ
You open your mouth to protest, but she wonât let you. âWe have to touch wood every time you see the colour redâŠYou made Gaeul look up devil-warding talismans before last yearâs match against them.
âAnd,â Her sneaky eyes trail down, a finger moving your collar out of the way, âThat there, my friend, is no mosquito bite.â
Your entire face turns scarletâtoo close to resembling the Gryffindor red, as though in mockery.Â
âItâs not what you think!â You spring up, the wet towel flopping down onto your lap as you grab Kazuha by the shoulders, clutching it for dear life. âListen! He and IâweâreâŠItâsââ
âMy dearest Y/N,â She combs away the fray hair on your cheek, tucking it behind your ear. âYou are a terrible liar.â
âRicky believed me!â You give up trying to defend yourself, simply falling forward to place your forehead onto her shoulder.Â
âRickyâs an idiot,â she supplies, âAnd so are the rest of our team, thankfully. For a bunch of Ravenclaws, weâre pretty dumb when it comes to things like this.â
You sniffle dramatically, groaning as you realise whatâs happened. Kazuha knows of you and Myung Jaehyunâthe asshole youâre supposed to hate. The idiot you might be betraying your house for.Â
âYou guys are cute together,â She smiles. âI always thought his fighting was too superficial to be anything realâhe always looks like heâs two steps away from flirting.â
âYouâre notâŠmad?â You come up for air, blinking.
She just grins, taking your hands in herâs. âOf course, not. Youâve been looking happier these daysâŠmore energetic. And oh my god, your skin is glowingââ
âOh shut up.â You roll your eyes, but the smile that escapes you is real. âThanksâŠfor being a good friend.â
âOnly the best.â She winks.
âYeah, youâre right,â You let her drag you into a hug, âOnly the best.â
âShush, donât let Liz here that.âÂ
The weight on your chest elevates, just a little bit.Â
Now if only the rest of your team was gauranteed to react the same wayâŠ
//
âSo, any Ravenclaw inside scoop I can cash in on with a kiss?â Jaehyun wiggles his eyebrows, already pulling you flush against him, leaning closer with one hand braced on the wall next to your head. The staircase is quiet except for your whispers.
You push him away by the tip of your wand; he winces in confusion. âKazhuha knows,â you say with a sigh.
âHmm? Nakamura?...your Chaser?â He quirks his head.
âMy best friend,â you correct, âWe fucked up big time.â
âOh, câmon, who cares?â Jaehyun leans back in again, too eager to keep his hands to himself.Â
âMe,â you say, stopping him again. He pouts. âStop making that face. We need to be more careful from now on. My reputation is going to the sewers if they realise Iâm with the likes of you.â
âHey, thatâs mean.â
âYou said you like me mean.â
âThatââ he pauses, then nods with a sigh. âThat is very true. You have great memory.â
âWe need a game planâso we donât get caught by Ricky of all people again⊠God, I should have just swung that Bludger at your head, then this wouldnât have happened.â
âUh⊠come again?âÂ
âThey think Iâm going soft!â you huff, crossing your arms. âMe! Soft! Can you believe it?â
âYou are soft.â Jaehyun manages to pry your arms apart, pulling you close to his chest. You can hear his heart thud in a gentle rhythm against yourself. âSoft over here,â He pokes your cheeks. âSoft over here too.â He points to where your heart should be. âI blame them for realising too late.â
âYeah?â You roll your eyes, albeit with all intention of entertaining his whims. âAnd you, Myung? When did you realise it?â
His eyes soften and he swallows nervously, an action not befitting the cocky Seeker you knew most of the time. âThat time you called my name in the Hospital Wing. You sounded soâŠlike you cared. Like beneath all that ice, I still somehow mattered to you somehowâŠâ
âOh⊠âÂ
Jaehyunâs eyes are in their most vulnerableâsoul bared as a stream of gentle colours spills over his cheeks from the stained glass window above.Â
âCan you say it again?â he asks; it sounds like a spell. âMy name.â
You answer with a kiss to his cheek, then another that lands at the corner of his lipsâbefore he rights you and guides you to his mouth, letting you draw out something sweet. At the next press, you whisper against him, âJaehyun.â
He smilesâjust as sweet as he tastes.Â
âAgain?â
âJaehyunâŠâ Another peck.Â
âAgain,â he demands.
âOkay, you jerkââ
âY/N,â he giggles, âL/N Y/N,⊠How am I ever gonna stay away from you?â
âJust until we graduate. Then youâll join the Chudley Cannonsââ
âAnd youâll be with the Harpies.â
ââAnd weâll have all the freedom in the world.â
âPromise me a broomride when this is all over.â Itâs not a question.
âPromise.â You nod anyway.Â
Staying away from Jaehyun proves to be harder than you expect it to be.
Youâve been attuned to tracking his figure at all times of day. Itâs become second nature to find him, or for him to find youâlingering outside classrooms before you head off towards the lake, holding the seat beside yours in Charms for him, waiting all night to share a new piece of Quidditch news with him the next chance you get to.Â
But now, you have to actively remind yourself to do the opposite.Â
âYou look tired,â Kazuha comments as you curl up into the couch, eyes burning from reading for too long. âHad dinner?â
You shake your head.
âHad lunch?â
You shake your head again.
âDid you fight with Myungââ
âCan you be quiet!?â You slap your hand across her mouth. âAnd no!â
Her response is muffled. âWhatâs going on then?â
âNuffin.â
âY/Nââ
âI havenât seen him, alright?â you groan in shame, hiding behind the crook of your elbow. âI..I..â
âYes?... YouâŠ?â
âIâŠumm..â
âAlmost thereâŠâ
âI miss him, okay!?â you whine, face the shade of a beetroot, pride crumbling down. âI hate that I miss him.â
Itâs been weeks since youâve shared any real contact with Jaehyunâno kisses awaiting a draining practice, no home to go to for warmth when you begin to feel the weight of pressure.
The worst part is, you donât get to seek out his voice, to talk to him when itâs all you want to doâramble about strategies, watch him doodle little broomsticks to help you take your mind off of championships, any passing moment that you can steal away from himânone of those exist anymore.
Your frustration amplifies when he still greets you with the contained happiness he needed to keep your⊠this thing, whatever it was, between youâa secret.Â
When Jaehyun swoops past the Chasers and straight towards you, grazing your fingers as he reaches for the Snitchâyour heart stutters; you can see Kazuha smirking coyly from behind him, and Ricky gritting his teeth like a hissing catâstill under the assumption that Myung Jaehyun had some sort of deep-running bad blood with you.Â
Itâs stupidly funny, and nightmarishly vexing, at the same time.
You miss him when heâs near you, touching barely but not enough. You miss him when heâs awayâmanifesting in your dreams that were usually about night rides on your beloved Fireboltâhis phantom now on a broom right next to yours, on days where youâll look at your Tweety bird model and think of him; heâs a permanent itch in your brain.
Each day that draws you closer to the finals heightens the buzz in your chest, turning dread into raw desperationâto win, and to finally meet him at eye-length, in the ultimate clash of your high-school Quidditch career.
You were so close to keeping your vow.Â
You would prove to him that you were worthy of being his rivalâof being the one who gets to stand alongside him in the last ever match youâd ever play at Hogwartsâhis fated enemy, the best Beater heâd ever bear witness to.Â
You would not let him, or yourself, down now.
ââ đąđžÂ
Hogwarts Quidditch pitch - Finals: Gryffindor vs RavenclawÂ
Itâs the day youâve been waiting forâthe day all your sleepless nights, every second youâve spent on this same field to perfect yourself will be put to the test.
The last ever match youâll have at Hogwarts.
âBrooms up!â Professor Jeonâs voice echoes from the mid-field.Â
Jaehyun and you meet each otherâs eyesâthe rest of the world all but a blur.Â
He grins, you grin back. Electricity crackles between you.
You mount your broom, and a sharp whistle blasts through the summer weather, the four enchanted balls whizzing out of their containment. Cold gave into heat, skins sticky from the weightless air.Â
Kazuha, Liz, and Ricky fly parallel to each other, spanning across the pitch before they spread out in different directions. Â
Tensions are high twenty feet up in the airâfigures in blue and red whooshing by like ants from a distance. The crowd roars below you, cheering for either team as they attempt to outdo the other, both houses pumped with adrenalineâplayers and audience alike.
Liz narrowly avoids a Bludger from Intak, maneuvering around it to make the first goal.
âTen points to Ravenclaw!â booms the commentatorâs voice.
No time to waste; itâs a dive right back into the game without stopping to breathe. Kazuhaâs next shot is kicked away by the Gryffindor Keeper, Woonhak. He grins as he waits for Intak to send him a thumbs-up.Â
Your brain buzzes with the mantra youâve been teaching yourself during the past four years of rigorous training: Do not mess up your last game, do not start on the wrong foot, and do not ruin everything.
Do not waste time on thinking. Â
Bracing yourself, you swing your bat against the hard iron of the Bludger flying past you, sending it whizzing at Jaehyunâs back.Â
But he sees you from the corner of his eye, sensing your presence from just a huff of your beath. He swivels on his broom to dodge, ending up upside downâhis hair flopping down in a fluffy mess.Â
âYouâre cute,â he manages to say through a proud chuckle.
âYouâre aggravating.â You smile.
In the midst of the heart-pounding gameâat the dead centre of the mass of flying bodies, echoes of hollers and house chants beyond the boundary of what held just you and himâsparks fly between your narrowed eyes.Â
I missed you, his say.
Iâm gonna win, yours reply.
Hanbin passes the Quaffle to Yujin, right as Gunwook attempts to knock him off his broom. They streak past your Chasers, heading for Gaeul at the hoops.
âTen pointsâto Gryffindor!âÂ
Youâre at a draw.
Slowly, the margin narrowsâMatthew successfully manages to knock the Quaffle out of Rickyâs hands, but Liz swoops underneath to catch it. She heads for the Gryffindor goal with a one-track mind, barely swinging it through the right hoop before Woonhak stretches to swat it away.
Liz huffs, âDonât smile too wide now.â Her threat has the younger Keeper begin to sweat.
When your teammates are caught up in their own flurry of competition, you see itâa glint of goldâthe Snitch.
Jaehyunâs keen attention to your line of sight has him immediately launching himself at it.Â
âLeeseo!â you yell for your Seeker, calling her up from her perch beside Gunwookâs defence.Â
She zooms towards you in no time.
You follow at Jaehyunâs heel, chasing after him like a moth to a flame, Leeseo hounding him from the other side closest to the Snitch. When you speed up to fly parallel to his broom, he glances sidewaysâa satisfying smile etched on his face.
This is everything he imagined it to beâyou can tell.Â
You break against the wind, swinging your bat backward as you see a Bludger fly your way, extending it in one graceful arc behind your shoulderâand you slam against itâ a sharp, resounding thwack reaching your eardrum.
It hits Jaehyun; at the exact second, Leeseo dives down for the Snitch, her hand curling around the golden ball.
The whistle breaks, somewhere far, far away. Someone says something through the loudspeaker.
You donât hear it through the muffle of wind in your ears, the broom underneath you plummeting after the red spotâsight tunnel visioning on Jaehyunâs falling body.Â
Not again, please, no.
There are cheers from the crowd; you canât tell which house it belongs to. Just that your hands extend for him, your body suspended above hisâthe Firebolt accelerating faster and faster until it curves like an umbrellaâ
âJaeââ
You catch him, right in front of you, exactly as your broom thuds softly against the plush grass.Â
âY/N,â He grins, dazed.Â
There are no visible injuries on him; no blood to be seen, to bruises to worry you.
His hand finds your cheek, thumbing away a tear that threatens to fall.Â
âJaehyun,â You whisper cracks as youâre throwing your body onto him, pulling him into a devastating hug. âYouâre okay.â
âI am,â he assures with a chuckle. âYou caught mââ mmff!
You swallow his words with a bruising kissâuncaring of the hoots around you slowly dying, a confused murmur replacing it before the crowd once more erupts into excitementâstudents exclaiming amongst themselves.
âThatâs Y/N, oh my god! Sheâs with Myung Jaehyun!?â
âI thought they hated each other! Damn!â
âY/N, WE WONâOh⊠â Ricky stops in his tracks. Liz bumps into him, and when she looks past his shoulder to see you and Jaheyunâs intertwined figures on the grassâher mouth drops incredulously,Â
âHyungâŠâ Woonhak is approaching from the other end, prepared to get berated by his captain when he too realises that said captain was kissing the opponent in front of the entire school.Â
You and Jaehyun finally gasp for air, coming apart red and dizzy.
âCongrats, you two!â Kazuha winks, offering a pleased nod, and Intak agrees with a thumbs upâlike he'd known all along.Â
Gyuvin looks two seconds away from throwing upâeither from the nausea of having lost the game, or from having to witness the shameless sight in front of him, no one will ever know.Â
As a cherry on top of the absurd situation, Professor Jeon enters the scene with a dramatic cough, saying, âThis is not what I meant by inter-house fraternising,â His chide disperses into a proud smile, âBut, Oh well. Good luck, both of youâI expect great things.â
You blush profusely while Jaehyun rubs the back of his head in embarrassment.Â
âAre we in hell?â Gunwook grimaces, having forgotten the past hour of playing, and any memory of winning the Inter-House Quidditch Cup.Â
âHey, itâs not like you and I donât make out either,â Matthew smirks, bringing forth another tide of gasps and groans. âOccasionally,â he adds, like that made anything better.Â
âIt'sâŠwe were just letting off steam!â Gunwook flubbers in his attempt to explain to a betrayed-looking Ricky.Â
Lizâs mouth is still comically agape. âWhatâŠWhenâŠHowâWHAT!?â She's maniacal. âIs there anything more I donât know!?â
Gyuvin swoops in at the chance, âYeah, Woonhak has that thing with his Slytherin girl."
âWait, what? Hyung, itâs not a thingâ!â Woonhak tries to yell, but no one listens as all eyes snap toward Lizâs ear-splitting shriek.
âIs anyone here dating within their own house or???â
Several shakes of head return her way, but Kazuha leans in with a greasy tone.
âWe could,â She wiggles her eyebrows.
While the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor teams continue to argue, the world around you and Jaehyun spins to a stopâto a space where only the two of you exist, your friendsâ chatter a comfortable background noise.Â
âYou saved me,â heâs saying, leaning forward with his hands braced on the grass behind him. Your broomsticks lay abandoned beside you, dirt and grime coating your fingernails and skin. It doesnât matterâonly he does.Â
âI saved you back,â You lightly bump your forehead against his, affectionate. âWeâre even now.âÂ
âY/N,â he nuzzles into you.
âYes, Jae?â
âBe my rival till I die?â He says it with the conviction of a marriage proposal.
You grin, leaving a kiss on his cheek. âI thought youâd never ask, Sweetheart.â
âSoâŠâ Ricky quirks his head in innocent confusion, making everyone turn their heads towards him. âHe wasn't blackmailing you?âÂ
His words are met with a collective set of groans.Â
You laugh into Jaehyunâs shoulder, body humming pleasantly, and when you look around at the Quidditch pitch thatâs served as your home for the past several yearsâyou recollect every stumble youâve made here, every new move youâd been proud to learn. Where you grew as a team and as friendsâa group of young Ravenclaws that had grown into family.
And, this is where you first met Jaehyunâwhere you swore youâd beat him one day. Where you finally kept your promise.
When you look at him, you see your past, your present, and then, the future that awaits you.Â
One thing remains true even with all the inevitable changes to come: Myung Jaehyun would always be your sworn enemy, your most beloved person, and most of allâyour biggest fan.Â
You kiss him once more to make sure he knows itâs the same for you.
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syn: when your boyfriend doesn't seem to be attracted to you anymore, you take it upon yourself to fix your love life and end your dry spell in a single go.
genre: smut, angst, comedy if you want it to be
contains: masturbation, cunnilingus, penetration, dirty talk, porn with plot, fear of neglect and cheating
a/n: cross-posted from my bnd sungho fic of the same name
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After careful consideration, you have come to the conclusion that your boyfriend does not want you anymore.Â
Sunghoon used to be stuck to you like gum, clinging onto you in every way possible just to have your perfume linger on him a little longer, to breathe your scent in so he could fuck himself to it later when when heâd have to leave on tour for days.
What started off as a flingâa quickie behind the stage, you on your knees and him with his head thrown back against the wall, it had rapidly descended into motel rooms, then his apartment, then yoursâat some point all the lines had blurred into one and so did your living spaces.Â
The first time he said that he loved you was with you on top of him, rolling your hips against his, making him writhe in pleasure as he looked up at you in reverence.Â
âYouâre so gorgeous, you know that?â he had exhaled, laying flushed beneath you. âI think I love you.â
You had replied with a kiss, letting the string of saliva dangle between you as he dived up for more.Â
Everything had been fine.Â
Until it wasnât.Â
âHey princess,â Sunghoon says, his first words to you after six months of touring around the world, leaning in for a quick peck that lands at the corner of your lips, âMissed you.â
It takes every inch of your self-control not to jump him right then and there, at the threshold of your apartment door, not an ounce of care if the neighbours happen to see or listen. Instead, you pull him inside by the forearm, tugging him closer by the collar. âMissed you too, baby,â You say, letting your warm breath ghost over his neck, desperate for his touch after ages of you having to satisfy yourself with just your imagination of him.
Itâs nothing compared to Sunghoon in the flesh: blond hair framing his cheekbones, making him look like an angel on earth, his deep brown eyes that you could drown in, his lipsâhis gorgeous, pink lips you want to bite until heâs moaning for more. You want him, on you, in you, anywhere you can have him.
But when you suck at the juncture of his collarbonesâthe same way youâve done countless times before heâd torn you apartâhe pulls away.
You freeze, eyes darting up in confusion.
âTired,â he offers a soft smile, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair. âCâmon, itâs already elevenâŠ, we should sleep. You stayed up for me didnât you?â
Thereâs no lack of love in his voiceâbut it'sâŠdifferent. Why isnât he eager for you the same way you are for him? The way heâs always been.Â
When he falls asleep next to you that night, it takes everything in you to push down the bubbling feeling in your stomach; you miss him so damn much even though heâs right next to you.Â
Heâs exhaustedâŠ,yeah, being on the road with no breaks did that to peopleâdays of sleeplessness and dancing and breaking his voice on stage, fulfilling everything the idol life demanded of him, did that. He just needed a rest. Then heâll be back to normal, back to your Sunghoon.Â
So you waitâa day, then two, then itâs a week and another; he doesnât reach out first, he doesnât wrap his arms around you in kitchen in the mornings and sink to his knees in desperation, he doesnât ask for morning sex or to shower togetherâsoon, heâs forgotten how to love you properly.Â
When you try to grind down as he wakes up, he kisses your nose affectionately, then tells you to go back to sleep. If you trace his hands up your chest, he wraps it around your waist and presses a kiss onto your temple instead. Itâs as though he canât even take the clue when youâre offering it to him on a silver platter.
Thatâs how you end up scrolling down internet forums, pages and pages of middle-aged women wondering why their intimate life has dwindled down to nothingness, of worries of cheating and divorce and all the anxiety-inducing hypotheticals that come with a long-term relationship.
It doesnât take too long before your mind conjures up a picture of Sunghoon in bed with a faceless woman thatâs not you. Your chest squeezes uncomfortably at the thought.
But between paragraphs of doubts, you find something more hopefulâadvice.
You pull out your phone and jot it down diligently, determined to fix your love life and end your dry spell with one stone if possible.
//
1. Dress to seduce.
You push your bralette up in front of the mirror, making your boobs look as prominent as possible, spinning around once to watch how the sheer babydoll dress flows down to your thighs.Â
Itâs not like heâs never seen you in sexy lingerieâbut usually it was just a matching set meant to be discarded within the first five seconds of him seeing you in it. But today, you had gone all out: a pink outfit that hid almost nothing, with just enough coverage to leave a little to the imagination, your hair coming down in perfect ringlets, just the way you knew he liked it. Your lips are glossy and red, skin shaved and smooth as a babyâs.Â
It took you five hours but it was worth the pain when you look like a succubus in the flesh and Sunghoon would fall to his knees for you.
At least, thatâs what you assume.
He shows up from his practice schedule an hour later than he should have, late into the night, quietly opening the bedroom door to see you slumped over a pillow.Â
ây/n?â His voice breaks you out of your dejection.
You perk up immediately, not even angry that heâs late. Just glad that heâs here now.
âBaby.â You grin, opening up your arms to welcome him.Â
He doesnât lean in, instead motioning to his rumpled shirt and drooping hair, âIâm sweaty babe.â
You frown, âItâs fine, come here.â
He shakes his head with an amused laugh, âYouâre too cute. But I donât want to get you dirty right before bed.âÂ
Your mind groans, echoing the thought of âI want you to get me dirty, please.â but your mouth remains silent.Â
Sunghoon doesnât catch on. He just blows you a kiss and says the most outrageous thing youâve ever heard-âYou should wear a jacket, babe. Itâs too cold, youâll get sick.â
Is heâŠstupid?Â
Or is he playing dumb just to throw you away after making you yearn for him like a moth to a flame?Â
When he leaves for the shower, the muffled rush of water seeping through your wall, you cradle your head in your lap, rolling your hands into a fist as you try to make sense of things. And even when your head hurts from thinking, and your heart tightens in worry, you know you canât give up on him.
Itâs not hopelessânot just yet.
//
2. Use your assets to your advantage.
Sunghoon likes your body. And he likes to clean. So naturally, he wonât be able to keep his hands off of you when you conjoin those two ideas together and package it into a perfectly salacious gift for him.
Itâs quite easy actuallyâyou wait until he has a day off, lounging on the couch to play one of his video games, too distracted to see you carefully plant yourself next to the kitchen island.
âWow, it's soâŠdirty.â You swipe a finger over the marble, examining it like a nature enthusiast would. âI should clean today.â
The innuendo should be obvious, if he notices.
âHmm,â he hums in return, not looking.
You clear your throat, angling yourself in a way that he can have a good sight of your exposed neck and short sundressâthe one he likes so much.
âMaybe I should sweep the floor too, itâs been ages since itâs been⊠touched,â you emphasise the words with what you hope is a sultry sigh.
Your boyfriend, ever the fool, nods without a look. Heâs too busy kicking a virtual football across the screen.Â
You werenât about to lose to a video game of all things.
Reaching around the couch, you meticulously lean over right in front of him, letting him get an eyeful of your rear, barely covered by the short hem of your dress. It only pools up higher when you bend lower, brushing over the superficial dust on the floor with a slow flick of your wrist.
He doesnât react until the game ends, dropping his controller with a groan.Â
âWhy are you cleaning?â Sunghoon looks over and raises a brow in confusion.
âCanât a girl have her hobbies?â you reply nonchalantly, swishing your hair to one side to show off the expanse of your neck.Â
He doesnât seem convinced. âYou hate cleaning.â
A nerve in your temple twitches in frustration. You drop the feather duster onto the tiles with a soft thud. âWell excuse me for trying. Youâve been too busy playing with your games so someone had to.â
Sunghoon sighs, not in anger, but in a way youâve learnt is acceptance. âIâmâŠsorry.â He says gently, getting up to kiss the top of your hair. âIâll take over, you go and rest up.âÂ
As though he wasnât the one who cleaned up every single time.Â
Itâs patheticâhow those words should make you the happiest girlfriend on earth but instead, youâre pacing around your room in the worry that he doesnât crave you anymore. Youâre just a person he lives with, someone he kisses occasionally. He doesnât-
No. You weren't going to spiral, not yet.Â
There were still ways to fix this.
//
3. Men like it when you use your mouth.
Quite the sexist advice, but youâre at your witsâ end.Â
You werenât the type to bake much but here you are, planted in front of a bowl, whisking heavy cream with a hand mixer. Â
When you hear the familiar pad of footsteps behind you, and the scent of citrus and soap from your boyfriendâs clothes wafts over, you slowly turn around to greet him.
âMorning, sleepy head,â you say as you land a kiss to his cheek, swollen cutely from sleep.
He rubs his eyes with a fist. âMorninâ, what are you up to?â
âOh, just baking.â You shrug, scooping out a dollop of cream with your finger. Then you turn around, pressing your chest close to his and looking him straight in the eye, sticking your tongue out as slow and sensual as you can.
You bring your finger to your mouth, and suck. âYum.âÂ
Sunghoon blinks the weariness out of his eyes, barely opening them when he hums out to agree, but thereâs no real conviction in his voice.Â
âDo you want some?â You take another lick, swirling it around on the base of your tongue, and pull it out with a satisfying pop.
He blinks again, shakes his head, and then yawns.Â
He yawns. In the face of your seduction.
YAWNS!
You want to flip the entire bowl over his head and call it a day. Maybe stomp over and throw his precious video game out the window while youâre at it. The fuse in you is so close to blowing and taking everything around you with itâbut itâs nothing compared to the drought youâve been suffering through the past monthâthe carnal need to have your boyfriend ravish you everywhere and anywhere, and the absolute frustration that comes with not getting what you want.Â
There is no way in hell youâll let him win just like thatâhe doesnât just get to ignore you.Â
Youâre hot, youâre bewitching. And there is no man in the world that should throw away the opportunity to worship you.
Sunghoon was the one to approach you first to begin with; heâs the one who wanted you, ready to give into any thing youâd have been willing to offer. The audacity of the man to pretend like he could be anything but hungry for youâŠ
Youâre going to make him regret itâeven if it means taking your pride and morals with it.Â
//
4. Show him you donât need him.
Sunghoon is in the living room.Â
Youâre on the bed, the door left open just enough for sounds to leak through. The dull drone of the TV is quiet as he works on something in his songwriting book, scribbling and strumming on his guitar in turns.Â
Unlike him, you have other matters to attend toâfor example, fixing this dry spell of yours with your own two hands, since your dear boyfriend canât seem to help you out.Â
Your hand dips beneath your jean shorts, slowly working up the slick to make it easier for your fingers to enter. Biting down on your bottom lip, you roll your hips against your palm, grinding upwards to bring yourself closer to the edge.
Sunghoonâs quiet hum reaches you as you push in deeper, his voice sending a spark down your body in the way no part of your own touch can. The moan that escapes your mouth right after is his fault, and his alone.
âFu-uck,â you groan, bringing your other hand over your clothed chest, pinching through the fabric.
Can he hear you? âŠDoes he care?Â
Surely he would; he used to go crazy for your moans, the way you would repeat his name on your tongue like prayers at a confessional. It should be the same still.
âSunghoon-...ah!â you donât bite it down this time, letting it escape free and hopefully reach his ears.Â
Then you hear it, the shuffle of paper and clothes moving against the couch.Â
Heâs going to come to you!
Your heart soars, head tilting for a better view out the door. You can hear the sound of his footsteps approaching closer, heat pooling down to your core at the very thought of him seeing you like thisâwith your legs spread apart and shirt riding up, just for him.
His body moves closer to the door, and you expect him to push past it and straight towards you, but-
He walks past it and right into the bathroom.
Huh?
The sound of water bleeds through to your ears, not doing anything to calm your slowly building anxiety and the eventual crash. Tears spring up in your eyes; you hug your pillow close to your body, curling up into a fetal position as you try to hold it in.Â
And everything comes down in one single crushing weight.
You donât even realise when Sunghoon leaves the bathroom and out the apartment, headed for somewhere you donât want to know anymore.
This is the end of you and him, youâre sure of it.
Itâs a Friday night, and like most days recently, heâs not home yet. He could be at work, or he could be in the hands of some other woman, youâre not sure. All that you know is that things have changed for the worse and the glass of wine you cradle in your hand does nothing to ease the ugly feeling in your belly.
You sit with your knees drawn up to your chest, not having bothered to even change out of the skirt and top you wore to work this morningâa small silhouette in the empty, dark living room. Your mascara runs down your cheeks, staining the blush there with splotches, nose red, eyes wet.
âFuck you, Park Sunghoonon!â you wheeze out through a choked sob, the dark red liquid in your hand swishing around dangerously. âAsshole,â you breath out in exhaustion.
You werenât one to beat yourself down, not really. When you looked in the mirror, you liked what you sawâthe blemishes and little asymmetries only added to your charm. Sunghoonon had always spoken it out loud to you, how he could fall apart from a simple look from you. But in the moment of overthinking and insecurity, for a second, you wonder if he doesnât find you as beautiful as he said he did.Â
The truth of it is plainâyour boyfriend is no longer attracted to you. The impending break-up is inevitable, it's only a matter of when.
Worst of all, even between the possibility of him lying, even now, you still love him. You still want him.
The door creaks open as you slump further, footsteps sliding inwards, bringing a shadow along with them.Â
ây/n?â Sunghoonâs airy voice creeps through the blur of alcohol. âHeyâŠare you alright?â
He kneels down in front of you, taking the glass away from you, trying to gauge your expression, âYou had too much to drin-IâŠwait, are you-â His voice cracks, â-crying?âÂ
You tilt your head away from his hand, not wanting any part of him near you. âGo away.â It comes out as a plea, not an order.
Sunghoonâs hand halts mid-air. Something lodges itself in his throat when he says, âBaby, please.â
âDonât fucking call me that!â You break, a stream of fresh tears rolling down. âGo away, please, before I-â
You donât know what to say after that. There is no clear plan in your mind, even if it hadnât been clouded by inebriation. All you want is to run away or for him to leave you alone so you can crumble in peace.Â
âPlease talk to me,â his eyes are red when you dare to meet them. âPlease y/n, donât just push me away, not like this.â
You canât bear to see him like this, even when you look worse for wear. He seems so small in front of you, hands holding onto yours like in a prayer for forgivenessâfor what, you donât know.
âYou donât love me anymore.â The admission is a crack in your voice. âYou donât like me. You donât want me.â
Sunghoonâs brows furrow in a mix of disbelief and pain. âI always want you, thereâs not a day that I donât.â
You shake your head. âYou donât even find me beautiful anymore.âÂ
âBaby,â He sighs, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, weak in his palms. âI find you the most beautiful thing on this earth, I have and always will.â
âThen why wonât you fuck me!?â
Silence.Â
A cricket chirps from the balcony, then the whirr of a faraway airplane, then nothing.
âHuh?â Sunghoon asks, even more confused.Â
âYou donât want to fuck me!â you barrel on, tongue loose and anger flared. âYou wonât touch me, you wonât look at me. You donât want me!â
âWhat are you talking about!? I-â he sighs, letting his head drop into your lap, still holding onto your hands. ây/nâŠâ
âWhat?â
He lifts his head, just a little. âWill you listen if I explain?â
You brace yourselfâis he about to admit to losing interest? Or there being another person all alongâŠ? Is this the end of everything youâve built upâŠand if so, what do you do next?
âI didnât want you to think I only wanted you for sex,â Sunghoon admits, whispering into the contours of your hands. âIâŠwanted us to be official before we took things too quicklyâŠâ
Now itâs your turn to be confused. âWhat?â
âWe began so suddenly, and everything was physical between when we started off.â He smiles. âI didnât want it to be just that, I want us to be real. To have a future together and have a family and give you everything youâve ever wantedâŠI was just waiting for the right time.â
âYou said...officialâŠas in?â
âI want you to be my girlfriend, y/n.â
Your tears dry up in the span of what takes for him to concoct that sentenceâthat stupid, remarkably idiotic sentence.Â
âWeâre already dating, Sunghoon.âÂ
He blinks up at you. â...huh?âÂ
âYou met my mom. Iâve met your parents. We live together.â
âBut,â he begins, flubbering. âWe never actually said-â
âYou told me you love me.â
âThatâs different. I didnât ask you out.â
âOH MY GOD!â You donât know if you should laugh or cryâdid he seriously just cause you to self-destruct and embarrass yourself over weeks just because he had no clue that you were well into your relationship and not just fooling around for fun. âYou are soâŠso unbelievable. I cannot believe you made me do all of that just because you hadnât âasked me out â yet.â
âAll ofâŠwhat?â
âI licked whipped cream off my finger for you!â You groan, wanting to die of shame. âI tried to seduce you for godâs sake.â
âOh.â is all he says.
âI touched myself loud enough so you could hear, you idiot!âÂ
âAh,â This seems to knock some memory into him. âI-I heard.â
Your eyes widen. âAnd you didnât come help me?â
âI didnât think you wanted me to-â Sunghoon chokes out, sincerely clueless. âBabe, I had to go help myself out in the bathroom because you were so loud and I could barely write one verse down without getting hard.â
âOh my god,â Itâs stupid, and silly, and a little funnyâhow all of this could have been prevented if youâd just talked to each other. âPark Sunghoon, you stupid, sexy, gentleman."
He finally lets himself relax, breathing out a sigh and nuzzling his lips into your palms, âLet me make it up to you?â
You donât even need him to ask; before you know it, heâs lowering his head to leave a soft kiss to your knee, letting your skirt ride up as he inches up the flesh of your thigh. Thereâs no patience in youânot after being denied his touch for this long. Your fingers find a home in his hair, tugging gently to elicit a moan from his mouth into the flesh of your groin.
âHoon~â Your eyes roll back, head resting against the couch as he maps out your body, inch by inch. But it isnât enough. As his tongue prods past your skin and into the heat of your clothed core, you whimper in desperation, wanting more and more. âPlease.â
âBaby.â His whisper vibrates against you, sending tremors up your spine. He grips the mound of your thigh, gently prying it apart. âSpread more.â
You could come from just his voiceâthe way he commands and still remains so loving. You comply easily, sitting back against the handrest to give him better access as he climbs over you. The dim outdoor lights from the balcony dance over his features, his hair mussed from sweat, eyes dark and desperate for you.Â
âGood girl.â He taps the side of your thigh in praise, flipping the material of your skirt upwards. You know what heâs going to say before the words even leave his mouth- âGod, youâre so wet already.â
âHoon, donât leave me hanging.â You beg, reaching out to push him back down into your core.Â
He obeys without complaints, saying, âAll for me.â before pushing his tongue against the fabric of your underwear, making it even wetter than it had already been. One of his hands reaches up to trace over your breast, letting it pebble as he tugs gently. You help out by unclasping your bra, pushing it aside for better access.Â
Your senses overrideâtoes curling as he keeps going with a newfound will, eager to please, as desperate for you as you are for him. With one careful tug, he shoves aside your underwear, letting his lips meet you without hindrance, coating it with your taste.Â
First, heatâthen it builds up into something unquenchable, coursing up your body as a wave of pleasure behind to engulf you. Your head lolls back. âSung-â
He moves his mouth away, moving up to kiss over your neck instead. âNot yet.â He sighs.
Before you can process your dismay, heâs standing up to carry you straight into the bedroom, not wasting a second before he drops you onto the mattress and climbs over your body in one swift motion. He switches on the nightlight with one hand, the other working over the hem of your top.
âWanna see you.â His breath comes out rugged.Â
You nod, pulling your shirt and bra off, throwing it over somewhere on the floorâtommorowâs problem. Being the kind lover that he is, he removes his shirt without you needing to ask, as you pull at the drawstring of his sweatpants, hand moving over his apparent bulge.Â
The sight of the smooth plane of his chest is enough for you to lose all control; you havenât seen him like this in forever, the dips of his armsâmuscles toned and smooth, each contour of his body fashioned with utmost care and hard work. Then there's the trail of sparse hair that leads down his stomach, pants hanging just low enough to have you whimpering.Â
âLike what you see?â he smirks.
âShut up,â you reply without any real bite, ready to pull off your skirt until he stops you with a hand around your wrist.Â
âKeep it on,â heâs saying. And you listen.Â
Sunghoon frames you with his arms on either side of your body, starting off with the softest kiss to your temple. Like he always does.Â
Then heâs trailing it down without breaking away for airâdown your cheeks, over your earlobeâand that has you shuddering when he reaches a particularly sensitive spot, then curling around your jaw and throat and right down to your bare chest.Â
Itâs slow, romanticâbut tonight, patience is not your best suit. âSunghoon, baby, you can be rough with me.âÂ
The permission from you is all it takes for him to snap; heâs pushing your skirt higher, helping you out of your underwear and letting you tug his sweatpants down to his thigh to free his length from inside his boxers. Thereâs no time to admire itâbut you can miss it for a night if it meant having him like this for the rest of your life.Â
âYouâre still on your birth control right?â
You nod, eager and impatient.
His hipbones meet yours like a missing puzzle piece, pushing the tip of his shaft into you first, and once you adjust to the stretch, heâs rocking against you in one fluid motion, letting it travel as deep as it can without hurting you.
He continues to guide your hips to match his rhythm as he pounds into you without restrain. âYouâre so good for me, so fucking tight.â You clench around him at his words, letting him suck a bruise into your shoulder.Â
âSunghoon!â You tighten your arms around him at a particularly sensitive thrust, unconsciously dragging your nails down his back.Â
When you realise how hard you scrape against his skin, you begin to move them away, but Sunghoon pulls your hands back on him. âMy princess,â he sighs, pupils blown, lips glistening and red. âYouâre such a good girl for me, always so perfect.â
You whine in response as he kisses your mouth, opening up for him on instinct, and soon your tongue is meeting hisâhurried, full of want, pushing and pulling as he thrusts with even more vigour. When you part to bite down on his lip, he lets out a downright sinful moan.Â
And God, did you miss his voice like this.Â
The bedroom echoes with the soft sounds he manages to coax out of you, mixing with the drag of his cock, and the filthiest words he whispers against your skin.Â
You feel itâthe coiling in your stomach, tightening with each slam of his hip.Â
âCome for me, princess.â He says, and itâs all it takes for you to be shaking against him, his name coming out in repeated strings from your mouth. He kisses into it, drinking in every one of your fucked out expressions. He buries deep into you, hip bucking when he canât hold it in anymore, letting him spill into you, pulsing against you as he fills you up.Â
Sunghoon melts into the crook of your neck, as you press a tender kiss to his hair this time.Â
âI love you,â you say it back, a long overdue reply to his past confession.Â
He leans up to meet your eyes, mapping out the honesty behind them. Then he grins, bright and beautiful. âI love you too. More than anything, princess.â
You giggle. âEven if I thought you hated me?â
âEven then,â he reassures you, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. âIâd want you in every way possible, even if you drive me insane sometimes.â
And this time, you believe him without doubtâand you suppose, you love him even if he can be clueless at times, too.Â
When you wake up the next morning, your ears are pressed against his heartbeat, real and very much your Sunghoon again. He keeps his promise and never lets go of you again.
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pairing: sunghoon x f!reader x heeseung (wc: 3.5k)
syn: Â three childhood friends turned bandmates learn to express long-harboured affections by fucking in a garage
contains: garage band!au, threesome, childhood friends heehoon+reader, jealousy, hickeys, bjs, dry humping, fingering, they're all in love w each other okay?
song rec: backseat serenade by all time low !!!
a/n: cross posted from my bnd kkeomchiz fic
ââfrom the top again.â Heeseung gasps out in between chugging a mouthful of water, dragging a wet hand through his scarlet locks before throwing the bottle to Sunghoon.Â
âWhatâs the point without our lead vocalist,â the other boy tuts, wiping the sweat dripping off his jaw. âWeâre through three songs already andââ he briefly glances down at his watch, hidden among several cords of bracelets. ââsheâs fifty minutes late.â
Riki scratches the back of his head with his drumstick, not willing to participate in any accusations; itâs his devout responsibility as the youngest in the band to stay out of arguments. And Jay continues to scroll through cat videos behind his keyboard, not a care in the world about the gig theyâre supposed to be practising for.Â
Sunghoon doesnât need an audience to complain to, so he keeps going with Heeseungâs little nods to encourage him. He only stops when he hears the approaching drag of your sneakers on gravel.Â
âSpeak of the devil.â Sunghoon smirks as you keel over to pant in front of the rolled up metal door.Â
âY/N, donât you have an ounce of puncualit-â Heeseung doesn't get to finish his sentence when his eyes slide up to notice your appearance.Â
He gapes, dazed and slightly flushed.
Hereâs the thingâheâs known you all his life, along with Sunghoon of course, ever since you marched up to the two of them on the playground and demanded they be best friends with you. The rest of the band joined in increments, some in middle school, some much later. But he knows you and he knows that the L/N Y/N heâs familiar with has never worn a dress, much less one this pretty.Â
Your mother had to wrangle you to the ground if she wanted to put you in anything frilly and not your band tee slash denim combo. Heâs witnessed every possible count of teenage rebellion from you, from tantrums to angry stomp-outs to whining like a child on his carpet. Sunghoon only poked fun at your state, but heâs always looked at your petulance with fondness.Â
But here you were, decked out in a light blue sundress, cinched at the waist, flashing a fluffy bow at the back, and several inches of skin beneath when you turn around to take your place behind the mic.Â
He wants to ask a million different questions in his head about the sudden change, but itâs Sunghoon that does it for him.
âLost a bet?â He wiggles his brow, coming to nudge your shoulder while you scoff.Â
âYou wish.â You roll your eyes as you secure your rhythm guitar around your shoulder.Â
âHmmâŠshouldâve gone with pigtails to match,â the black haired demon replies, flicking at a strand that sticks out of your crown. âJust like on picture day in fifth grade.â
You sneer at the memory, earning another grin from Sunghoon, and a giggle from Jay (but that could just be a reaction to another cat video, youâll never know).
âItâs Jake isnât it?â Jay says without looking up from his phone, airing your business out to the entire band. âHe asked you out, didnât he?â
You donât dignify him with a response, and choose to simply shrug it off.
Heeseung doesnât like the way you donât elaborate further, and he can only make the smart guess that Sunghoon does not either, not from the way his brows knit tightly together, and the sudden tension under his shoulders, and the way it only unwinds once the music starts to pick up once more.Â
The session goes without any more mishaps, rhythm and melody bouncing against the garage walls, your and Heeseungâs voices melding sweetly in a complementing contrast to Sunghoonâs smooth strums and Rikiâs pulsating beats, every note going straight to your bones as you lose yourself in the music as a five-person unit.Â
âGood job, guys.â Riki hoots after he finishes with one final slam on the cymbals, always your first and most enthusiastic fan.Â
Jay comes to ruffle the top of your head. âSame time again tomorrow, yeah? Bandâs more important than dates, kay?â
âWhatever,â you brush it away, moving around to place the guitar back in its reserved spot as everyone else trickles out one by one; Riki says goodbye with many enthusiastic waves until Jay has to drag him away by the scruff.
You lean down to tie up your laces that have fallen out from jumping around to the music. Heeseung canât help but linger to watch, making the excuse of wiping down his bass guitar, leaning back on the moth-eaten couch in the corner as he barely swipes around the instrument with a cloth.Â
However, itâs obvious that Sunghoon has the same idea.
He spends maybe five minutes drying the insides of his headphones against his precious Linkin Park t-shirt before finally breaking. âSoâŠâ he begins, coughing to catch your attention. âJake?â
You donât look around. âYeah, what about him?âÂ
Sunghoon bites down on his lower lip, holding back a scoff. â...Youâre really going on a date?â
Heeseung can sense it, the tension, the way you should have already been done with tying your converse up, but somehow your fingers twiddle at the strings like itâs a harder task than it should be.Â
âWhatâs it to you?â You tilt your head to look up, making Sunghoon go still.
âHe was just asking, Y/N,â Heeseung interrupts before the two of you can start clawing at each other. âWeâre both concerned, thatâs all.â
âIâm a grown up, I donât need you guys to babysit me.âÂ
Thereâs no acid in your tone, but Sunghoon clings to the lack of affection, and in retaliation, âSay that when he breaks your heart and you come running back here.âÂ
Heeseung doesnât know when exactly it escalates, just that in a moment without clarity, you have Sunghoon pinned up against the wall with your hand clutching his collar. Youâre seething. Heâs grinning.Â
âGuysââ Heeseungâs feet quickly leave the couch, coming up to stand right in the middle of the space separating you and Sunghoon. âTalk this out like adults, stop being so childish.â
Apparently that was not the right thing to have said, because now youâre glaring at both of them, taking turns to divide your angry attention between the two.
âIâm not childish, he is!âÂ
âHeeseung hyung, tell this kid to back off.â Sunghoon grins wider, wiggling his eyebrow just to get under your skin.
You jump in before Heeseung can, voice menacing and a faux smile to match, âAnd what would you know about heartbreaks Sunghoonie, you havenât been with anyone ever.â
Sunghoonâs lips curl down into an irritated sneer, and the hand fiddling with a guitar pick now comes to rest around the wrist you have against his shirt. âDonât test me.â
You scoff again. âOr what?â
If this was a comic, there would be furious electric sparks crackling between your eyes; Sunghoonâs jaw is tight enough to break his teeth, your glare sharp and narrow. Heeseung has no idea if the heat he feels pooling to his stomach is dread or lust.
âGuysââ He tries again, but his voice cracks as the words die in his throat.Â
Sunghoon is still looking at you, and only you, but what comes out of his mouth next is obviously addressed to Heeseung. âHyung, why donât we teach this little brat a lesson? Sheâs all bark and no bite.â
Heeseung doesnât even have the time to understand the sudden turn of events when Sunghoon flips positions, and you end up being the one with your hands pressed up against the wall, lifted above your head. He dips lower, ghosting a hot breath over your throat, right where your pulse rests.Â
âIs this okay?â he ends up asking, and even when his teeth accidentally graze against your skin, itâs much too gentle to match the predicament youâre under. His hand that wraps around yours is loose enough for you to break out if you so wish, and you realise heâs offering you an out in the chance you donât want this as bad as he does.
You nod, because he'd be stupid to think otherwise, tilting your head to give him more access to suck at the spot, but your eyes lock Heeseungâs wide ones, glazed over in a feeling so far off from jealousy.Â
Heâs turned on, you realise.Â
âHeeseung,â you find yourself speakingâno, begging. âPlease.â
The wrecked plea in your voice jumpstarts his heart and drops the blood straight down into his pants. Heeseung finally remembers to breathe. âUhâŠâ
âShe said please,â Sunghoon repeats with an amused chuckle against you, still buried in the crook of your neck and making a work of nibbling reds and purples onto it, along with the imprint of his sharp front teeth. âDonât make us wait now.â
If Heeseung was hard before, heâs rock solid nowâbecause not only are you looking at him while Sunghoon marks you like a colouring book, but the younger boy emphasises the âusâ in his sentence, and Heeseung has never wondered, let alone known, if either of his childhood best friends felt a fraction of what he did for them all these yearsâand now it seems that the either has evolved into a both, and miraculously, the opportunity falls right into his lap without him having to work a day for it (unless pining now counted as work, that is).Â
âFuck.â He sighs, perhaps in relief, maybe in joy, possibly equal parts both. He doesnât know exactly how to insert himself into thisâŠsituation, whether he just interrupt your make-out session and take up one of the two empty spots, or wait for more directionâit's not like threesomes came with cue cards, though heâs starting to desperately wish they did.Â
So he buys time by moving to pull the garage shutter down, blanketing the room in just the soft glow that shone from the overhead bulb and a few fairy lights along the walls. When he returns back to the same spot, he shuffles on his feet.
Sunghoon seems to catch onto his hesitance; he extends his free hand that isnât holding yours in Heeseungâs direction, grabbing at air until Heeseung takes it. The older boy has no space to protest when heâs being pulled into the mess of bodies, landing flush against Sunghoonâs side as he moves around to make room for him without separating his mouth from your neck.
âHey.â You reach for the redhead, letting Sunghoon squirm around your skin as your hand finds a perch under Heeseungâs chin, pulling him taut against your own lips.Â
Heeseung feels hot. From your open mouth, from the sweat building up under his jacket, from the small garage on the summerâs day, and when Sunghoonâs hand inches up under his shirt, from his rough palms as well. Itâs rougher than Heeseungâs, and clearly larger, but still somewhere along the same area in the spectrum of roughness. Guitarist hands. All three of you adorn calluses like a badge won, but Heeseung has never got to feel it this freely without the pretence of simply wanting to compare heartlines and hand-sizes.Â
It overrides his sensesâthe way you part your lips without needing to be prompted, your tongue clashing with his, warm and wet and red, moving in the same practised harmony the two of you did in your songs. And Sunghoonâheâs only too happy to oblige when he now switches to bite down at Heeseungâs exposed neck instead, pulling out a moan that spills right into your open mouth.Â
âWantâŠmore.â Sunghoon whines, tugging the older boy's shirt. Heeseung detaches himself from you to make a quick work of throwing off his leather jacket onto a corner, hoping it lands somewhere on the couch, and then you and Sunghoon eagerly pull off his undershirt even when it isnât a two-person job.Â
âHyung, youâre fucking hot.â The raven-haired boy is all but drooling, eyes pinned on Heeseungâs lean torso like he canât look away if he tries. To no oneâs surprise, except Heeseungâs, you do the same thingâbut with more dignity and discretion than Sunghoon does.
Youâre nodding in agreement. âYeahâŠwhat he said.â
Heeseung flushes pink from the top of his nape all the way down to his chest, and he has the sudden urge to cover himself up. But neither of you are about to let him; Sunghoon makes quick work of tugging off the olderâs belt, while you distract him through languid kisses that taste like bubblegum chapstick.Â
When Heeseung ends up undressed but for his jeans, Sunghoon decides to give you your deserved attention and turns you around to fumble around with the bow at your back.Â
âWhy is this thing so complicated? Did you super glue this shitââ he grumbles, and you only roll your eyes, albeit fondly this time.
âYour inexperience is louder than your big mouth,â you retort, winking at a slowly melting Heeseung.
âYou werenât complaining about my big mouth a while back.â Sunghoon smirks, making you dig your elbows back into his stomach as he gasps for air.
âHeeseung, help me out of this,â you say, grabbing his arms to place it around your waist.Â
Heeseung gulps, not wanting to admit that he was just as, if not less experienced than Sunghoon. So he carefully unknots the bow, pulling the sash apart so that the fabric pools around your sides, exposing your back to him. âWow...â He hears himself saying.
You giggle, Sunghoonâs voice joining in at their friendâs cuteness when heâs flustered.Â
In another five minutes of more unclothing, your dress is bunched up below your chest, your knees planted on the peeling leather of Sunghoonâs old couch; Sunghoon is right behind you, his naked torso flush against your back, mouth still nipping at your nape as he grinds against your rear. Youâre kissing Heeseung, who leans back against the far end of the armrest, both his hands cupping your cheeks in reverence as he drinks in your whimpers, and you his.   Â
Cloth rubs against cloth, fabric rustling as the three of you move in tandem. Some loud guitar instrumental that Sunghoon had half the mind to put on plays in the background, spitting riffs and guitar solos out of his old laptop propped up on top of the drum kit.Â
âHoonie,â you sigh, turning your head. âTake over?âÂ
You shuffle to the ground to kneel in front of the couch, letting Sunghoon move Heeseung so that he ends up behind the older, turning his head sideways with that Cheshire cat grin of his. âAny sensitive spots we should know about?â he asks with a glint in his eye.
Heeseung gulps, in fear as well as in anticipation, then he shakes his head.Â
âSure?â Sunghoon replies as you unzip Heeseungâs jeans, trying to tug it downwards. Sunghoon uses his arms to lift his legs up a little so that you have more freedom to peel the material away from his body, but the motion lands Heeseung right into the younger manâs lap. If he tilts his head backwards, itâs Sunghoonâs devilish smile staring back at him. If he dares to look down, itâs your falsely innocent face between his legs. He thinks that he might die twice, and happily both times.
Heeseung is drunk on your expression as you free his cock out of his boxers when an unbridled yelp escapes him, and only then does he see Sunghoonâs fingers pinching at one of his nipples with no mercy. He tugs and twists just to test what kind of reaction Heeseung can give him, and the way he hums seems to imply that heâs quite satisfied each time.Â
âYou lied, Heeseung Hyung. Youâre sensitive here.â Another taut pull; Heeseung squirms against Sunghoon and you. âAnd here.â Sunghoon pushes your head forward to take Heeseungâs length in your mouth, and that has the older flopping backwards like a snapped string. Sunghoon plays with this chest the same way he tunes his guitar, turning the pegs until he finds the right pitch, the same way he only stops when he can draw out the exact frequency of a whine from Heeseungâs mouth he wants.Â
âFuckâŠâs too much,â Heeseungâs protests are broken and raspy. âIâm so close.â
You bob up and down on his cock, making Heeseung see stars and maybe the entire Milky Way when every part of his body is being used like an instrument. He feels himself about to climax and makes an exhausted move to pull out, scared to hurt you, but youâre already diving back in with a half-lidded gaze, gripping the base with your hands and letting him spill himself into the back of your throat.
There isnât any time to waste when you wipe your lips and start climbing up to kiss him, letting him taste himself on you. Sunghoon seems to have reached his tipping point as well, impatiently coming up to Heeseungâs other side to lick into his open mouth, eventually taking whosever lips and whatever he can to please himself. There should be three mouths, but it all feels like one; thereâs only heat left behind when teeth meet flesh, tongues wrap around one another, fingers yank into hair and scalps, and whines melt against skin like a new melody.Â
When you eventually come up for air, youâre sitting with your clothed core pressed against one of Sunghoonâs thighs, the denim sending bolts of sensation up your spine with every one of your slow drags. Heeseung is on the other side, simply happy to watch. But something about Sunghoonâs darkened eyes has him helping the younger out of his boxers, curiosity getting the better of him as he flattens a thumb against his tip, watching carefully at how Sunghoon gasps for air and release as he warms him up with his own precum.Â
Heeseungâs other hand comes around to rest against your back, keeping you balanced and safe, letting you ride Sunghoon without worry. He canât help but feel satisfied at both your moans filling the gaps between the lyrics coming out of the laptop, the way you take barely seconds of breaks only to kiss, lovingly, eagerly, years of pent up feelings spilling out without restraint.Â
âHoon-ah,â Heeseung calls, wanting to play conductor for a change this time, âUse your fingers on Y/N-ie. Itâs rude to let her do all the work.â
You chuckle at how he keeps his gentlemanly personality even in a situation as absurd as this, but you donât protest when Sunghoon turns you around to let you rest your head against his chest, his hands pushing your dress even higher so that he can pull away your underwear.Â
Then heâs inserting a finger, then another, pushing in easily through your wetness, finding the sweet spot that has you begging for release. A litany of âPlease's and âFuck's echo around the room, not even sure if itâs yours or Sunghoonâs, and Heeseung has a fleeting thought of how perfect the acoustics of this place is, all the while his head dips down to taste Sunghoon. The two of you come at the same timeâjust as Sunghoonâs playlist comes to an endâwrapping around each other on instinct, the smell of sweat and sex clinging onto everything. Heeseung joins, melting into the couch as the three of you kiss with adoration.Â
When the high of fucking settles down, itâs replaced by something softer, but no less fulfilling. You cuddle into the too small couch, squeezing to adjust, and not at all bothered by the lack of space. Sunghoon kisses your head, and Heeseungâs hands rest against his ribs, tracing patterns into the shape of bones there.Â
âSoâŠâ Sunghoon grins, ruining the quiet. âJake.â
âOh, shut up.â You groan. âI wasnât gonna go anyways.â
âLiar.â He rolls his eyes. âBoth of you, liars.â Heeseung just laughs against his nape.
âWell you better help me come up with an excuse for when he asks why I didnât show up.â
Sunghoon smirks. âJust say the truthâŠthat you were too busy fucking both your best friends.â
Thereâs a part of you that wants to shove him off the couch, but that would mean collateral damage and you know for a fact that he would drag Heeseung down with him.Â
The sounds of you bickering back and forth echoes lightly in the little garage that has seen the three of you grow up, seen every memorable milestone of yoursâscrapped knees, first fights, Heeseungâs first guitar lessons, the first time Sunghoon ever scribbled lyrics onto the back of his Science textbook, the first time you sang it for them.Â
Listening to the two of your quarrelling like nothing has changed, Heeseung is sure of two fundamental truths in the world: that he could lay here on this spot forever if it meant getting to do it with the both of you, and that he undoubtedly, irrevocably, and unfathomably, loves his best friendsâin more ways than one.   Â
What the rest of the band has to say about it, wellâŠthatâs tomorrowâs problem. For now, there is nothing that an old couch and some bickering canât heal.Â
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syn: when your boyfriend doesn't seem to be attracted to you anymore, you take it upon yourself to fix your love life and end your dry spell in a single go.
genre: smut, angst, comedy if you want it to be
contains: masturbation, cunnilingus, penetration, dirty talk, porn with plot, fear of neglect and cheating
a/n: cross-posted from my bnd sungho fic of the same name
nsfw masterlist | sfw masterlist
After careful consideration, you have come to the conclusion that your boyfriend does not want you anymore.Â
Sunghoon used to be stuck to you like gum, clinging onto you in every way possible just to have your perfume linger on him a little longer, to breathe your scent in so he could fuck himself to it later when when heâd have to leave on tour for days.
What started off as a flingâa quickie behind the stage, you on your knees and him with his head thrown back against the wall, it had rapidly descended into motel rooms, then his apartment, then yoursâat some point all the lines had blurred into one and so did your living spaces.Â
The first time he said that he loved you was with you on top of him, rolling your hips against his, making him writhe in pleasure as he looked up at you in reverence.Â
âYouâre so gorgeous, you know that?â he had exhaled, laying flushed beneath you. âI think I love you.â
You had replied with a kiss, letting the string of saliva dangle between you as he dived up for more.Â
Everything had been fine.Â
Until it wasnât.Â
âHey princess,â Sunghoon says, his first words to you after six months of touring around the world, leaning in for a quick peck that lands at the corner of your lips, âMissed you.â
It takes every inch of your self-control not to jump him right then and there, at the threshold of your apartment door, not an ounce of care if the neighbours happen to see or listen. Instead, you pull him inside by the forearm, tugging him closer by the collar. âMissed you too, baby,â You say, letting your warm breath ghost over his neck, desperate for his touch after ages of you having to satisfy yourself with just your imagination of him.
Itâs nothing compared to Sunghoon in the flesh: blond hair framing his cheekbones, making him look like an angel on earth, his deep brown eyes that you could drown in, his lipsâhis gorgeous, pink lips you want to bite until heâs moaning for more. You want him, on you, in you, anywhere you can have him.
But when you suck at the juncture of his collarbonesâthe same way youâve done countless times before heâd torn you apartâhe pulls away.
You freeze, eyes darting up in confusion.
âTired,â he offers a soft smile, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair. âCâmon, itâs already elevenâŠ, we should sleep. You stayed up for me didnât you?â
Thereâs no lack of love in his voiceâbut it'sâŠdifferent. Why isnât he eager for you the same way you are for him? The way heâs always been.Â
When he falls asleep next to you that night, it takes everything in you to push down the bubbling feeling in your stomach; you miss him so damn much even though heâs right next to you.Â
Heâs exhaustedâŠ,yeah, being on the road with no breaks did that to peopleâdays of sleeplessness and dancing and breaking his voice on stage, fulfilling everything the idol life demanded of him, did that. He just needed a rest. Then heâll be back to normal, back to your Sunghoon.Â
So you waitâa day, then two, then itâs a week and another; he doesnât reach out first, he doesnât wrap his arms around you in kitchen in the mornings and sink to his knees in desperation, he doesnât ask for morning sex or to shower togetherâsoon, heâs forgotten how to love you properly.Â
When you try to grind down as he wakes up, he kisses your nose affectionately, then tells you to go back to sleep. If you trace his hands up your chest, he wraps it around your waist and presses a kiss onto your temple instead. Itâs as though he canât even take the clue when youâre offering it to him on a silver platter.
Thatâs how you end up scrolling down internet forums, pages and pages of middle-aged women wondering why their intimate life has dwindled down to nothingness, of worries of cheating and divorce and all the anxiety-inducing hypotheticals that come with a long-term relationship.
It doesnât take too long before your mind conjures up a picture of Sunghoon in bed with a faceless woman thatâs not you. Your chest squeezes uncomfortably at the thought.
But between paragraphs of doubts, you find something more hopefulâadvice.
You pull out your phone and jot it down diligently, determined to fix your love life and end your dry spell with one stone if possible.
//
1. Dress to seduce.
You push your bralette up in front of the mirror, making your boobs look as prominent as possible, spinning around once to watch how the sheer babydoll dress flows down to your thighs.Â
Itâs not like heâs never seen you in sexy lingerieâbut usually it was just a matching set meant to be discarded within the first five seconds of him seeing you in it. But today, you had gone all out: a pink outfit that hid almost nothing, with just enough coverage to leave a little to the imagination, your hair coming down in perfect ringlets, just the way you knew he liked it. Your lips are glossy and red, skin shaved and smooth as a babyâs.Â
It took you five hours but it was worth the pain when you look like a succubus in the flesh and Sunghoon would fall to his knees for you.
At least, thatâs what you assume.
He shows up from his practice schedule an hour later than he should have, late into the night, quietly opening the bedroom door to see you slumped over a pillow.Â
ây/n?â His voice breaks you out of your dejection.
You perk up immediately, not even angry that heâs late. Just glad that heâs here now.
âBaby.â You grin, opening up your arms to welcome him.Â
He doesnât lean in, instead motioning to his rumpled shirt and drooping hair, âIâm sweaty babe.â
You frown, âItâs fine, come here.â
He shakes his head with an amused laugh, âYouâre too cute. But I donât want to get you dirty right before bed.âÂ
Your mind groans, echoing the thought of âI want you to get me dirty, please.â but your mouth remains silent.Â
Sunghoon doesnât catch on. He just blows you a kiss and says the most outrageous thing youâve ever heard-âYou should wear a jacket, babe. Itâs too cold, youâll get sick.â
Is heâŠstupid?Â
Or is he playing dumb just to throw you away after making you yearn for him like a moth to a flame?Â
When he leaves for the shower, the muffled rush of water seeping through your wall, you cradle your head in your lap, rolling your hands into a fist as you try to make sense of things. And even when your head hurts from thinking, and your heart tightens in worry, you know you canât give up on him.
Itâs not hopelessânot just yet.
//
2. Use your assets to your advantage.
Sunghoon likes your body. And he likes to clean. So naturally, he wonât be able to keep his hands off of you when you conjoin those two ideas together and package it into a perfectly salacious gift for him.
Itâs quite easy actuallyâyou wait until he has a day off, lounging on the couch to play one of his video games, too distracted to see you carefully plant yourself next to the kitchen island.
âWow, it's soâŠdirty.â You swipe a finger over the marble, examining it like a nature enthusiast would. âI should clean today.â
The innuendo should be obvious, if he notices.
âHmm,â he hums in return, not looking.
You clear your throat, angling yourself in a way that he can have a good sight of your exposed neck and short sundressâthe one he likes so much.
âMaybe I should sweep the floor too, itâs been ages since itâs been⊠touched,â you emphasise the words with what you hope is a sultry sigh.
Your boyfriend, ever the fool, nods without a look. Heâs too busy kicking a virtual football across the screen.Â
You werenât about to lose to a video game of all things.
Reaching around the couch, you meticulously lean over right in front of him, letting him get an eyeful of your rear, barely covered by the short hem of your dress. It only pools up higher when you bend lower, brushing over the superficial dust on the floor with a slow flick of your wrist.
He doesnât react until the game ends, dropping his controller with a groan.Â
âWhy are you cleaning?â Sunghoon looks over and raises a brow in confusion.
âCanât a girl have her hobbies?â you reply nonchalantly, swishing your hair to one side to show off the expanse of your neck.Â
He doesnât seem convinced. âYou hate cleaning.â
A nerve in your temple twitches in frustration. You drop the feather duster onto the tiles with a soft thud. âWell excuse me for trying. Youâve been too busy playing with your games so someone had to.â
Sunghoon sighs, not in anger, but in a way youâve learnt is acceptance. âIâmâŠsorry.â He says gently, getting up to kiss the top of your hair. âIâll take over, you go and rest up.âÂ
As though he wasnât the one who cleaned up every single time.Â
Itâs patheticâhow those words should make you the happiest girlfriend on earth but instead, youâre pacing around your room in the worry that he doesnât crave you anymore. Youâre just a person he lives with, someone he kisses occasionally. He doesnât-
No. You weren't going to spiral, not yet.Â
There were still ways to fix this.
//
3. Men like it when you use your mouth.
Quite the sexist advice, but youâre at your witsâ end.Â
You werenât the type to bake much but here you are, planted in front of a bowl, whisking heavy cream with a hand mixer. Â
When you hear the familiar pad of footsteps behind you, and the scent of citrus and soap from your boyfriendâs clothes wafts over, you slowly turn around to greet him.
âMorning, sleepy head,â you say as you land a kiss to his cheek, swollen cutely from sleep.
He rubs his eyes with a fist. âMorninâ, what are you up to?â
âOh, just baking.â You shrug, scooping out a dollop of cream with your finger. Then you turn around, pressing your chest close to his and looking him straight in the eye, sticking your tongue out as slow and sensual as you can.
You bring your finger to your mouth, and suck. âYum.âÂ
Sunghoon blinks the weariness out of his eyes, barely opening them when he hums out to agree, but thereâs no real conviction in his voice.Â
âDo you want some?â You take another lick, swirling it around on the base of your tongue, and pull it out with a satisfying pop.
He blinks again, shakes his head, and then yawns.Â
He yawns. In the face of your seduction.
YAWNS!
You want to flip the entire bowl over his head and call it a day. Maybe stomp over and throw his precious video game out the window while youâre at it. The fuse in you is so close to blowing and taking everything around you with itâbut itâs nothing compared to the drought youâve been suffering through the past monthâthe carnal need to have your boyfriend ravish you everywhere and anywhere, and the absolute frustration that comes with not getting what you want.Â
There is no way in hell youâll let him win just like thatâhe doesnât just get to ignore you.Â
Youâre hot, youâre bewitching. And there is no man in the world that should throw away the opportunity to worship you.
Sunghoon was the one to approach you first to begin with; heâs the one who wanted you, ready to give into any thing youâd have been willing to offer. The audacity of the man to pretend like he could be anything but hungry for youâŠ
Youâre going to make him regret itâeven if it means taking your pride and morals with it.Â
//
4. Show him you donât need him.
Sunghoon is in the living room.Â
Youâre on the bed, the door left open just enough for sounds to leak through. The dull drone of the TV is quiet as he works on something in his songwriting book, scribbling and strumming on his guitar in turns.Â
Unlike him, you have other matters to attend toâfor example, fixing this dry spell of yours with your own two hands, since your dear boyfriend canât seem to help you out.Â
Your hand dips beneath your jean shorts, slowly working up the slick to make it easier for your fingers to enter. Biting down on your bottom lip, you roll your hips against your palm, grinding upwards to bring yourself closer to the edge.
Sunghoonâs quiet hum reaches you as you push in deeper, his voice sending a spark down your body in the way no part of your own touch can. The moan that escapes your mouth right after is his fault, and his alone.
âFu-uck,â you groan, bringing your other hand over your clothed chest, pinching through the fabric.
Can he hear you? âŠDoes he care?Â
Surely he would; he used to go crazy for your moans, the way you would repeat his name on your tongue like prayers at a confessional. It should be the same still.
âSunghoon-...ah!â you donât bite it down this time, letting it escape free and hopefully reach his ears.Â
Then you hear it, the shuffle of paper and clothes moving against the couch.Â
Heâs going to come to you!
Your heart soars, head tilting for a better view out the door. You can hear the sound of his footsteps approaching closer, heat pooling down to your core at the very thought of him seeing you like thisâwith your legs spread apart and shirt riding up, just for him.
His body moves closer to the door, and you expect him to push past it and straight towards you, but-
He walks past it and right into the bathroom.
Huh?
The sound of water bleeds through to your ears, not doing anything to calm your slowly building anxiety and the eventual crash. Tears spring up in your eyes; you hug your pillow close to your body, curling up into a fetal position as you try to hold it in.Â
And everything comes down in one single crushing weight.
You donât even realise when Sunghoon leaves the bathroom and out the apartment, headed for somewhere you donât want to know anymore.
This is the end of you and him, youâre sure of it.
Itâs a Friday night, and like most days recently, heâs not home yet. He could be at work, or he could be in the hands of some other woman, youâre not sure. All that you know is that things have changed for the worse and the glass of wine you cradle in your hand does nothing to ease the ugly feeling in your belly.
You sit with your knees drawn up to your chest, not having bothered to even change out of the skirt and top you wore to work this morningâa small silhouette in the empty, dark living room. Your mascara runs down your cheeks, staining the blush there with splotches, nose red, eyes wet.
âFuck you, Park Sunghoonon!â you wheeze out through a choked sob, the dark red liquid in your hand swishing around dangerously. âAsshole,â you breath out in exhaustion.
You werenât one to beat yourself down, not really. When you looked in the mirror, you liked what you sawâthe blemishes and little asymmetries only added to your charm. Sunghoonon had always spoken it out loud to you, how he could fall apart from a simple look from you. But in the moment of overthinking and insecurity, for a second, you wonder if he doesnât find you as beautiful as he said he did.Â
The truth of it is plainâyour boyfriend is no longer attracted to you. The impending break-up is inevitable, it's only a matter of when.
Worst of all, even between the possibility of him lying, even now, you still love him. You still want him.
The door creaks open as you slump further, footsteps sliding inwards, bringing a shadow along with them.Â
ây/n?â Sunghoonâs airy voice creeps through the blur of alcohol. âHeyâŠare you alright?â
He kneels down in front of you, taking the glass away from you, trying to gauge your expression, âYou had too much to drin-IâŠwait, are you-â His voice cracks, â-crying?âÂ
You tilt your head away from his hand, not wanting any part of him near you. âGo away.â It comes out as a plea, not an order.
Sunghoonâs hand halts mid-air. Something lodges itself in his throat when he says, âBaby, please.â
âDonât fucking call me that!â You break, a stream of fresh tears rolling down. âGo away, please, before I-â
You donât know what to say after that. There is no clear plan in your mind, even if it hadnât been clouded by inebriation. All you want is to run away or for him to leave you alone so you can crumble in peace.Â
âPlease talk to me,â his eyes are red when you dare to meet them. âPlease y/n, donât just push me away, not like this.â
You canât bear to see him like this, even when you look worse for wear. He seems so small in front of you, hands holding onto yours like in a prayer for forgivenessâfor what, you donât know.
âYou donât love me anymore.â The admission is a crack in your voice. âYou donât like me. You donât want me.â
Sunghoonâs brows furrow in a mix of disbelief and pain. âI always want you, thereâs not a day that I donât.â
You shake your head. âYou donât even find me beautiful anymore.âÂ
âBaby,â He sighs, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, weak in his palms. âI find you the most beautiful thing on this earth, I have and always will.â
âThen why wonât you fuck me!?â
Silence.Â
A cricket chirps from the balcony, then the whirr of a faraway airplane, then nothing.
âHuh?â Sunghoon asks, even more confused.Â
âYou donât want to fuck me!â you barrel on, tongue loose and anger flared. âYou wonât touch me, you wonât look at me. You donât want me!â
âWhat are you talking about!? I-â he sighs, letting his head drop into your lap, still holding onto your hands. ây/nâŠâ
âWhat?â
He lifts his head, just a little. âWill you listen if I explain?â
You brace yourselfâis he about to admit to losing interest? Or there being another person all alongâŠ? Is this the end of everything youâve built upâŠand if so, what do you do next?
âI didnât want you to think I only wanted you for sex,â Sunghoon admits, whispering into the contours of your hands. âIâŠwanted us to be official before we took things too quicklyâŠâ
Now itâs your turn to be confused. âWhat?â
âWe began so suddenly, and everything was physical between when we started off.â He smiles. âI didnât want it to be just that, I want us to be real. To have a future together and have a family and give you everything youâve ever wantedâŠI was just waiting for the right time.â
âYou said...officialâŠas in?â
âI want you to be my girlfriend, y/n.â
Your tears dry up in the span of what takes for him to concoct that sentenceâthat stupid, remarkably idiotic sentence.Â
âWeâre already dating, Sunghoon.âÂ
He blinks up at you. â...huh?âÂ
âYou met my mom. Iâve met your parents. We live together.â
âBut,â he begins, flubbering. âWe never actually said-â
âYou told me you love me.â
âThatâs different. I didnât ask you out.â
âOH MY GOD!â You donât know if you should laugh or cryâdid he seriously just cause you to self-destruct and embarrass yourself over weeks just because he had no clue that you were well into your relationship and not just fooling around for fun. âYou are soâŠso unbelievable. I cannot believe you made me do all of that just because you hadnât âasked me out â yet.â
âAll ofâŠwhat?â
âI licked whipped cream off my finger for you!â You groan, wanting to die of shame. âI tried to seduce you for godâs sake.â
âOh.â is all he says.
âI touched myself loud enough so you could hear, you idiot!âÂ
âAh,â This seems to knock some memory into him. âI-I heard.â
Your eyes widen. âAnd you didnât come help me?â
âI didnât think you wanted me to-â Sunghoon chokes out, sincerely clueless. âBabe, I had to go help myself out in the bathroom because you were so loud and I could barely write one verse down without getting hard.â
âOh my god,â Itâs stupid, and silly, and a little funnyâhow all of this could have been prevented if youâd just talked to each other. âPark Sunghoon, you stupid, sexy, gentleman."
He finally lets himself relax, breathing out a sigh and nuzzling his lips into your palms, âLet me make it up to you?â
You donât even need him to ask; before you know it, heâs lowering his head to leave a soft kiss to your knee, letting your skirt ride up as he inches up the flesh of your thigh. Thereâs no patience in youânot after being denied his touch for this long. Your fingers find a home in his hair, tugging gently to elicit a moan from his mouth into the flesh of your groin.
âHoon~â Your eyes roll back, head resting against the couch as he maps out your body, inch by inch. But it isnât enough. As his tongue prods past your skin and into the heat of your clothed core, you whimper in desperation, wanting more and more. âPlease.â
âBaby.â His whisper vibrates against you, sending tremors up your spine. He grips the mound of your thigh, gently prying it apart. âSpread more.â
You could come from just his voiceâthe way he commands and still remains so loving. You comply easily, sitting back against the handrest to give him better access as he climbs over you. The dim outdoor lights from the balcony dance over his features, his hair mussed from sweat, eyes dark and desperate for you.Â
âGood girl.â He taps the side of your thigh in praise, flipping the material of your skirt upwards. You know what heâs going to say before the words even leave his mouth- âGod, youâre so wet already.â
âHoon, donât leave me hanging.â You beg, reaching out to push him back down into your core.Â
He obeys without complaints, saying, âAll for me.â before pushing his tongue against the fabric of your underwear, making it even wetter than it had already been. One of his hands reaches up to trace over your breast, letting it pebble as he tugs gently. You help out by unclasping your bra, pushing it aside for better access.Â
Your senses overrideâtoes curling as he keeps going with a newfound will, eager to please, as desperate for you as you are for him. With one careful tug, he shoves aside your underwear, letting his lips meet you without hindrance, coating it with your taste.Â
First, heatâthen it builds up into something unquenchable, coursing up your body as a wave of pleasure behind to engulf you. Your head lolls back. âSung-â
He moves his mouth away, moving up to kiss over your neck instead. âNot yet.â He sighs.
Before you can process your dismay, heâs standing up to carry you straight into the bedroom, not wasting a second before he drops you onto the mattress and climbs over your body in one swift motion. He switches on the nightlight with one hand, the other working over the hem of your top.
âWanna see you.â His breath comes out rugged.Â
You nod, pulling your shirt and bra off, throwing it over somewhere on the floorâtommorowâs problem. Being the kind lover that he is, he removes his shirt without you needing to ask, as you pull at the drawstring of his sweatpants, hand moving over his apparent bulge.Â
The sight of the smooth plane of his chest is enough for you to lose all control; you havenât seen him like this in forever, the dips of his armsâmuscles toned and smooth, each contour of his body fashioned with utmost care and hard work. Then there's the trail of sparse hair that leads down his stomach, pants hanging just low enough to have you whimpering.Â
âLike what you see?â he smirks.
âShut up,â you reply without any real bite, ready to pull off your skirt until he stops you with a hand around your wrist.Â
âKeep it on,â heâs saying. And you listen.Â
Sunghoon frames you with his arms on either side of your body, starting off with the softest kiss to your temple. Like he always does.Â
Then heâs trailing it down without breaking away for airâdown your cheeks, over your earlobeâand that has you shuddering when he reaches a particularly sensitive spot, then curling around your jaw and throat and right down to your bare chest.Â
Itâs slow, romanticâbut tonight, patience is not your best suit. âSunghoon, baby, you can be rough with me.âÂ
The permission from you is all it takes for him to snap; heâs pushing your skirt higher, helping you out of your underwear and letting you tug his sweatpants down to his thigh to free his length from inside his boxers. Thereâs no time to admire itâbut you can miss it for a night if it meant having him like this for the rest of your life.Â
âYouâre still on your birth control right?â
You nod, eager and impatient.
His hipbones meet yours like a missing puzzle piece, pushing the tip of his shaft into you first, and once you adjust to the stretch, heâs rocking against you in one fluid motion, letting it travel as deep as it can without hurting you.
He continues to guide your hips to match his rhythm as he pounds into you without restrain. âYouâre so good for me, so fucking tight.â You clench around him at his words, letting him suck a bruise into your shoulder.Â
âSunghoon!â You tighten your arms around him at a particularly sensitive thrust, unconsciously dragging your nails down his back.Â
When you realise how hard you scrape against his skin, you begin to move them away, but Sunghoon pulls your hands back on him. âMy princess,â he sighs, pupils blown, lips glistening and red. âYouâre such a good girl for me, always so perfect.â
You whine in response as he kisses your mouth, opening up for him on instinct, and soon your tongue is meeting hisâhurried, full of want, pushing and pulling as he thrusts with even more vigour. When you part to bite down on his lip, he lets out a downright sinful moan.Â
And God, did you miss his voice like this.Â
The bedroom echoes with the soft sounds he manages to coax out of you, mixing with the drag of his cock, and the filthiest words he whispers against your skin.Â
You feel itâthe coiling in your stomach, tightening with each slam of his hip.Â
âCome for me, princess.â He says, and itâs all it takes for you to be shaking against him, his name coming out in repeated strings from your mouth. He kisses into it, drinking in every one of your fucked out expressions. He buries deep into you, hip bucking when he canât hold it in anymore, letting him spill into you, pulsing against you as he fills you up.Â
Sunghoon melts into the crook of your neck, as you press a tender kiss to his hair this time.Â
âI love you,â you say it back, a long overdue reply to his past confession.Â
He leans up to meet your eyes, mapping out the honesty behind them. Then he grins, bright and beautiful. âI love you too. More than anything, princess.â
You giggle. âEven if I thought you hated me?â
âEven then,â he reassures you, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. âIâd want you in every way possible, even if you drive me insane sometimes.â
And this time, you believe him without doubtâand you suppose, you love him even if he can be clueless at times, too.Â
When you wake up the next morning, your ears are pressed against his heartbeat, real and very much your Sunghoon again. He keeps his promise and never lets go of you again.
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âč⥠pairing: idol! Sungho x f!reader
âč⥠synopsis: when your boyfriend doesn't seem to be attracted to you anymore, you take it upon yourself to fix your love life and end your dry spell in a single go.
âč⥠genre: smut, angst, comedy if you want it to be
âč⥠wc: 4.8k
âč⥠warnings: fear of neglect and cheating, masturbation, cunnilingus, penetration, dirty talk, porn with plot
âč⥠notes: baby's first nsfw ficâfeedback is appreciated, but be nice, im a noob. dedicted to my dearest @ilysungho (and beta read by my ttks @pupillary and @lovehakie, who i love with my entire being)
MDNI - will be blocked if not 18+ or no age in bio
After careful consideration, you have come to the conclusion that your boyfriend does not want you anymore.
Sungho used to be stuck to you like gum, clinging onto you in every way possible just to have your perfume linger on him a little longer, to breathe your scent in so he could fuck himself to it later when when heâd have to leave on tour for days. What started off as a flingâa quickie behind the stage, you on your knees and him with his head thrown back against the wall, it had rapidly descended into motel rooms, then his apartment, then yoursâat some point all the lines had blurred into one and so did your living spaces.Â
The first time he said that he loved you was with you on top of him, rolling your hips against his, making him writhe in pleasure as he looked up at you in reverence.Â
âYouâre so gorgeous, you know that?â He had exhaled, laying flushed beneath you, âI think I love you.â
You had replied with a kiss, letting the string of saliva dangle between you as he dived up for more.Â
Everything had been fine.Â
Until it wasnât.Â
âHey princess,â Sungho says, his first words to you after six months of touring around the world, leaning in for a quick peck that lands at the corner of your lips, âMissed you.â
It takes every inch of your self-control not to jump him right then and there, at the threshold of your apartment door, not an ounce of care if the neighbours happen to see or listen. Instead, you pull him inside by the forearm, tugging him closer by the collar. âMissed you too, baby,â You say, letting your warm breath ghost over his neck, desperate for his touch after ages of you having to satisfy yourself with just your imagination of him.
Itâs nothing compared to Sungho in the flesh: blond hair framing his cheekbones, making him look like an angel on earth, his deep brown eyes that you could drown in, his lipsâhis gorgeous, pink lips you want to bite until heâs moaning for more. You want him, on you, in you, anywhere you can have him.
But when you suck at the juncture of his collarbonesâthe same way youâve done countless times before heâd torn you apartâhe pulls away.
You freeze, eyes darting up in confusion.
âTired.â He offers a soft smile, his hand coming up to ruffle your hair. âCâmon, itâs already elevenâŠ, we should sleep. You stayed up for me didnât you?â
Thereâs no lack of love in his voiceâbut it'sâŠdifferent. Why isnât he eager for you the same way you are for him? The way heâs always been.Â
When he falls asleep next to you that night, it takes everything in you to push down the bubbling feeling in your stomach; you miss him so damn much even though heâs right next to you.Â
Heâs exhaustedâŠ,yeah, being on the road with no breaks did that to peopleâdays of sleeplessness and dancing and breaking his voice on stage, fulfilling everything the idol life demanded of him, did that. He just needed a rest. Then heâll be back to normal, back to your Sungho.Â
So you waitâa day, then two, then itâs a week and another; he doesnât reach out first, he doesnât wrap his arms around you in kitchen in the mornings and sink to his knees in desperation, he doesnât ask for morning sex or to shower togetherâsoon, heâs forgotten how to love you properly.Â
When you try to grind down as he wakes up, he kisses your nose affectionately, then tells you to go back to sleep. If you trace his hands up your chest, he wraps it around your waist and presses a kiss onto your temple instead. Itâs as though he canât even take the clue when youâre offering it to him on a silver platter.
Thatâs how you end up scrolling down internet forums, pages and pages of middle-aged women wondering why their intimate life has dwindled down to nothingness, of worries of cheating and divorce and all the anxiety-inducing hypotheticals that come with a long-term relationship.
It doesnât take too long before your mind conjures up a picture of Sungho in bed with a faceless woman thatâs not you. Your chest squeezes uncomfortably at the thought.
But between paragraphs of doubts, you find something more hopefulâadvice.
You pull out your phone and jot it down diligently, determined to fix your love life and end your dry spell with one stone if possible.
1. Dress to seduce.
You push your bralette up in front of the mirror, making your boobs look as prominent as possible, spinning around once to watch how the sheer babydoll dress flows down to your thighs.Â
Itâs not like heâs never seen you in sexy lingerieâbut usually it was just a matching set meant to be discarded within the first five seconds of him seeing you in it. But today, you had gone all out: a pink outfit that hid almost nothing, with just enough coverage to leave a little to the imagination, your hair coming down in perfect ringlets, just the way you knew he liked it. Your lips are glossy and red, skin shaved and smooth as a babyâs.Â
It took you five hours but it was worth the pain when you look like a succubus in the flesh and Sungho would fall to his knees for you.
At least, thatâs what you assume.
He shows up from his practice schedule an hour later than he should have, late into the night, quietly opening the bedroom door to see you slumped over a pillow.Â
ây/n?â His voice breaks you out of your dejection.
You perk up immediately, not even angry that heâs late. Just glad that heâs here now.
âBaby.â You grin, opening up your arms to welcome him.Â
He doesnât lean in, instead motioning to his rumpled shirt and drooping hair, âIâm sweaty babe.â
You frown, âItâs fine, come here.â
He shakes his head with an amused laugh, âYouâre too cute. But I donât want to get you dirty right before bed.âÂ
Your mind groans, echoing the thought of âI want you to get me dirty, please.â but your mouth remains silent.Â
Sungho doesnât catch on. He just blows you a kiss and says the most outrageous thing youâve ever heard-âYou should wear a jacket, babe. Itâs too cold, youâll get sick.â
Is heâŠstupid?Â
Or is he playing dumb just to throw you away after making you yearn for him like a moth to a flame?Â
When he leaves for the shower, the muffled rush of water seeping through your wall, you cradle your head in your lap, rolling your hands into a fist as you try to make sense of things. And even when your head hurts from thinking, and your heart tightens in worry, you know you canât give up on him.
Itâs not hopelessânot just yet.
//
2. Use your assets to your advantage.
Sungho likes your body. And he likes to clean. So naturally, he wonât be able to keep his hands off of you when you conjoin those two ideas together and package it into a perfectly salacious gift for him.
Itâs quite easy actuallyâyou wait until he has a day off, lounging on the couch to play one of his video games, too distracted to see you carefully plant yourself next to the kitchen island.
âWow, it's soâŠdirty.â You swipe a finger over the marble, examining it like a nature enthusiast would. âI should clean today.â
The innuendo should be obvious, if he notices.
âHmm.â He hums in return, not looking.
You clear your throat, angling yourself in a way that he can have a good sight of your exposed neck and short sundressâthe one he likes so much. âMaybe I should sweep the floor too, itâs been ages since itâs been⊠touched.â You emphasise the words with what you hope is a sultry sigh.
Your boyfriend, ever the fool, nods without a look. Heâs too busy kicking a virtual football across the screen.Â
You werenât about to lose to a video game of all things.
Reaching around the couch, you meticulously lean over right in front of him, letting him get an eyeful of your rear, barely covered by the short hem of your dress. It only pools up higher when you bend lower, brushing over the superficial dust on the floor with a slow flick of your wrist.
He doesnât react until the game ends, dropping his controller with a groan.Â
âWhy are you cleaning?â Sungho looks over and raises a brow in confusion.
âCanât a girl have her hobbies?â You reply nonchalantly, swishing your hair to one side to show off the expanse of your neck.Â
He doesnât seem convinced. âYou hate cleaning.â
A nerve in your temple twitches in frustration. You drop the feather duster onto the tiles with a soft thud. âWell excuse me for trying. Youâve been too busy playing with your games so someone had to.â
Sungho sighs, not in anger, but in a way youâve learnt is acceptance. âIâmâŠsorry.â He says gently, getting up to kiss the top of your hair. âIâll take over, you go and rest up.âÂ
As though he wasnât the one who cleaned up every single time.Â
Itâs patheticâhow those words should make you the happiest girlfriend on earth but instead, youâre pacing around your room in the worry that he doesnât crave you anymore. Youâre just a person he lives with, someone he kisses occasionally. He doesnât-
No. You weren't going to spiral, not yet.Â
There were still ways to fix this.
//
3. Men like it when you use your mouth.
Quite the sexist advice, but youâre at your witsâ end.Â
You werenât the type to bake much but here you are, planted in front of a bowl, whisking heavy cream with a hand mixer. Â
When you hear the familiar pad of footsteps behind you, and the scent of citrus and soap from your boyfriendâs clothes wafts over, you slowly turn around to greet him.
âMorning, sleepy head,â You say as you land a kiss to his cheek, swollen cutely from sleep.
He rubs his eyes with a fist. âMorninâ, what are you up to?â
âOh, just baking.â You shrug, scooping out a dollop of cream with your finger. Then you turn around, pressing your chest close to his and looking him straight in the eye, sticking your tongue out as slow and sensual as you can.
You bring your finger to your mouth, and suck. âYum.âÂ
Sungho blinks the weariness out of his eyes, barely opening them when he hums out to agree, but thereâs no real conviction in his voice.Â
âDo you want some?â You take another lick, swirling it around on the base of your tongue, and pull it out with a satisfying pop.
He blinks again, shakes his head, and then yawns.Â
He yawns. In the face of your seduction.
YAWNS!
You want to flip the entire bowl over his head and call it a day. Maybe stomp over and throw his precious video game out the window while youâre at it. The fuse in you is so close to blowing and taking everything around you with itâbut itâs nothing compared to the drought youâve been suffering through the past monthâthe carnal need to have your boyfriend ravish you everywhere and anywhere, and the absolute frustration that comes with not getting what you want.Â
There is no way in hell youâll let him win just like thatâhe doesnât just get to ignore you.Â
Youâre hot, youâre bewitching. And there is no man in the world that should throw away the opportunity to worship you.
Sungho was the one to approach you first to begin with; heâs the one who wanted you, ready to give into any thing youâd have been willing to offer. The audacity of the man to pretend like he could be anything but hungry for youâŠ
Youâre going to make him regret itâeven if it means taking your pride and morals with it.Â
//
4. Show him you donât need him.
Sungho is in the living room.Â
Youâre on the bed, the door left open just enough for sounds to leak through. The dull drone of the TV is quiet as he works on something in his songwriting book, scribbling and strumming on his guitar in turns.Â
Unlike him, you have other matters to attend toâfor example, fixing this dry spell of yours with your own two hands, since your dear boyfriend canât seem to help you out.Â
Your hand dips beneath your jean shorts, slowly working up the slick to make it easier for your fingers to enter. Biting down on your bottom lip, you roll your hips against your palm, grinding upwards to bring yourself closer to the edge.
Sunghoâs quiet hum reaches you as you push in deeper, his voice sending a spark down your body in the way no part of your own touch can. The moan that escapes your mouth right after is his fault, and his alone.
âFu-uck.â You groan, bringing your other hand over your clothed chest, pinching through the fabric.
Can he hear you? âŠDoes he care?Â
Surely he would; he used to go crazy for your moans, the way you would repeat his name on your tongue like prayers at a confessional. It should be the same still.
âSungho-...ah!â You donât bite it down this time, letting it escape free and hopefully reach his ears.Â
Then you hear it, the shuffle of paper and clothes moving against the couch.Â
Heâs going to come to you!
Your heart soars, head tilting for a better view out the door. You can hear the sound of his footsteps approaching closer, heat pooling down to your core at the very thought of him seeing you like thisâwith your legs spread apart and shirt riding up, just for him.
His body moves closer to the door, and you expect him to push past it and straight towards you, but-
He walks past it and right into the bathroom.
Huh?
The sound of water bleeds through to your ears, not doing anything to calm your slowly building anxiety and the eventual crash. Tears spring up in your eyes; you hug your pillow close to your body, curling up into a fetal position as you try to hold it in.Â
And everything comes down in one single crushing weight.
You donât even realise when Sungho leaves the bathroom and out the apartment, headed for somewhere you donât want to know anymore.
This is the end of you and him, youâre sure of it.
Itâs a Friday night, and like most days recently, heâs not home yet. He could be at work, or he could be in the hands of some other woman, youâre not sure. All that you know is that things have changed for the worse and the glass of wine you cradle in your hand does nothing to ease the ugly feeling in your belly.
You sit with your knees drawn up to your chest, not having bothered to even change out of the skirt and top you wore to work this morningâa small silhouette in the empty, dark living room. Your mascara runs down your cheeks, staining the blush there with splotches, nose red, eyes wet.
âFuck you, Park Sungho!â You wheeze out through a choked sob, the dark red liquid in your hand swishing around dangerously. âAsshole,â you breath out in exhaustion.
You werenât one to beat yourself down, not really. When you looked in the mirror, you liked what you sawâthe blemishes and little asymmetries only added to your charm. Sungho had always spoken it out loud to you, how he could fall apart from a simple look from you. But in the moment of overthinking and insecurity, for a second, you wonder if he doesnât find you as beautiful as he said he did.Â
The truth of it is plainâyour boyfriend is no longer attracted to you. The impending break-up is inevitable, it's only a matter of when.
Worst of all, even between the possibility of him lying, even now, you still love him. You still want him.
The door creaks open as you slump further, footsteps sliding inwards, bringing a shadow along with them.Â
ây/n?â Sunghoâs airy voice creeps through the blur of alcohol. âHeyâŠare you alright?â
He kneels down in front of you, taking the glass away from you, trying to gauge your expression, âYou had too much to drin-IâŠwait, are you-â His voice cracks, â-crying?âÂ
You tilt your head away from his hand, not wanting any part of him near you. âGo away.â It comes out as a plea, not an order.
Sunghoâs hand halts mid-air. Something lodges itself in his throat when he says, âBaby, please.â
âDonât fucking call me that!â You break, a stream of fresh tears rolling down. âGo away, please, before I-â
You donât know what to say after that. There is no clear plan in your mind, even if it hadnât been clouded by inebriation. All you want is to run away or for him to leave you alone so you can crumble in peace.Â
âPlease talk to me,â His eyes are red when you dare to meet them. âPlease y/n, donât just push me away, not like this.â
You canât bear to see him like this, even when you look worse for wear. He seems so small in front of you, hands holding onto yours like in a prayer for forgivenessâfor what, you donât know.
âYou donât love me anymore.â The admission is a crack in your voice. âYou donât like me. You donât want me.â
Sunghoâs brows furrow in a mix of disbelief and pain. âI always want you, thereâs not a day that I donât.â
You shake your head. âYou donât even find me beautiful anymore.âÂ
âBaby,â He sighs, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, weak in his palms. âI find you the most beautiful thing on this earth, I have and always will.â
âThen why wonât you fuck me!?â
Silence.Â
A cricket chirps from the balcony, then the whirr of a faraway airplane, then nothing.
âHuh?â Sungho asks, even more confused.Â
âYou donât want to fuck me!â You barrel on, tongue loose and anger flared. âYou wonât touch me, you wonât look at me. You donât want me!â
âWhat are you talking about!? I-â He sighs, letting his head drop into your lap, still holding onto your hands. ây/nâŠâ
âWhat?â
He lifts his head, just a little. âWill you listen if I explain?â
You brace yourselfâis he about to admit to losing interest? Or there being another person all alongâŠ? Is this the end of everything youâve built upâŠand if so, what do you do next?
âI didnât want you to think I only wanted you for sex.â Sungho admits, whispering into the contours of your hands. âIâŠwanted us to be official before we took things too quicklyâŠâ
Now itâs your turn to be confused. âWhat?â
âWe began so suddenly, and everything was physical between us when we started off.â He smiles. âI didnât want it to be just that, I want us to be real. To have a future together and have a family and give you everything youâve ever wantedâŠI was just waiting for the right time.â
âYou said...officialâŠas in?â
âI want you to be my girlfriend, y/n.â
Your tears dry up in the span of what takes for him to concoct that sentenceâthat stupid, remarkably idiotic sentence.Â
âWeâre already dating, Sungho.âÂ
He blinks up at you. â...huh?âÂ
âYou met my mom. Iâve met your parents. We live together.â
âBut,â he begins, flubbering. âWe never actually said-â
âYou told me you love me.â
âThatâs different. I didnât ask you out.â
âOH MY GOD!â You donât know if you should laugh or cryâdid he seriously just cause you to self-destruct and embarrass yourself over weeks just because he had no clue that you were well into your relationship and not just fooling around for fun. âYou are soâŠso unbelievable. I cannot believe you made me do all of that just because you hadnât âasked me out â yet.â
âAll ofâŠwhat?â
âI licked whipped cream off my finger for you!â You groan, wanting to die of shame. âI tried to seduce you for godâs sake.â
âOh.â is all he says.
âI touched myself loud enough so you could hear, you idiot!âÂ
âAh,â This seems to knock some memory into him. âI-I heard.â
Your eyes widen. âAnd you didnât come help me?â
âI didnât think you wanted me to-â Sungho chokes out, sincerely clueless. âBabe, I had to go help myself out in the bathroom because you were so loud and I could barely write one verse down without getting hard.â
âOh my god,â Itâs stupid, and silly, and a little funnyâhow all of this could have been prevented if youâd just talked to each other. âPark Sungho, you stupid, sexy, gentleman."
He finally lets himself relax, breathing out a sigh and nuzzling his lips into your palms, âLet me make it up to you?â
You donât even need him to ask; before you know it, heâs lowering his head to leave a soft kiss to your knee, letting your skirt ride up as he inches up the flesh of your thigh. Thereâs no patience in youânot after being denied his touch for this long. Your fingers find a home in his hair, tugging gently to elicit a moan from his mouth into the flesh of your groin.
âSungho~â Your eyes roll back, head resting against the couch as he maps out your body, inch by inch. But it isnât enough. As his tongue prods past your skin and into the heat of your clothed core, you whimper in desperation, wanting more and more. âPlease.â
âBaby.â His whisper vibrates against you, sending tremors up your spine. He grips the mound of your thigh, gently prying it apart. âSpread more.â
You could come from just his voiceâthe way he commands and still remains so loving. You comply easily, sitting back against the handrest to give him better access as he climbs over you. The dim outdoor lights from the balcony dance over his features, his hair mussed from sweat, eyes dark and desperate for you.Â
âGood girl.â He taps the side of your thigh in praise, flipping the material of your skirt upwards. You know what heâs going to say before the words even leave his mouth- âGod, youâre so wet already.â
âSungho, donât leave me hanging.â You beg, reaching out to push him back down into your core.Â
He obeys without complaints, saying, âAll for me.â before pushing his tongue against the fabric of your underwear, making it even wetter than it had already been. One of his hands reaches up to trace over your breast, letting it pebble as he tugs gently. You help out by unclasping your bra, pushing it aside for better access.Â
Your senses overrideâtoes curling as he keeps going with a newfound will, eager to please, as desperate for you as you are for him. With one careful tug, he shoves aside your underwear, letting his lips meet you without hindrance, coating it with your taste.Â
First, heatâthen it builds up into something unquenchable, coursing up your body as a wave of pleasure begins to engulf you. Your head lolls back. âSung-â
He moves his mouth away, moving up to kiss over your neck instead. âNot yet.â He sighs.
Before you can process your dismay, heâs standing up to carry you straight into the bedroom, not wasting a second before he drops you onto the mattress and climbs over your body in one swift motion. He switches on the nightlight with one hand, the other working over the hem of your top.
âWanna see you.â His breath comes out rugged.Â
You nod, pulling your shirt and bra off, throwing it over somewhere on the floorâtommorowâs problem. Being the kind lover that he is, he removes his shirt without you needing to ask, as you pull at the drawstring of his sweatpants, hand moving over his apparent bulge.Â
The sight of the smooth plane of his chest is enough for you to lose all control; you havenât seen him like this in forever, the dips of his armsâmuscles toned and smooth, each contour of his body fashioned with utmost care and hard work. Then there's the trail of sparse hair that leads down his stomach, pants hanging just low enough to have you whimpering.Â
âLike what you see?â He smirks.
âShut up.â You reply without any real bite, ready to pull off your skirt until he stops you with a hand around your wrist.Â
âKeep it on.â Heâs saying. And you listen.Â
Sungho frames you with his arms on either side of your body, starting off with the softest kiss to your temple. Like he always does.Â
Then heâs trailing it down without breaking away for airâdown your cheeks, over your earlobeâand that has you shuddering when he reaches a particularly sensitive spot, then curling around your jaw and throat and right down to your bare chest.Â
Itâs slow, romanticâbut tonight, patience is not your best suit. âSungho, baby, you can be rough with me.âÂ
The permission from you is all it takes for him to snap; heâs pushing your skirt higher, helping you out of your underwear and letting you tug his sweatpants down to his thigh to free his length from inside his boxers. Thereâs no time to admire itâbut you can miss it for a night if it meant having him like this for the rest of your life.Â
âYouâre still on your birth control right?â
You nod, eager and impatient.
His hipbones meet yours like a missing puzzle piece, pushing the tip of his shaft into you first, and once you adjust to the stretch, heâs rocking against you in one fluid motion, letting it travel as deep as it can without hurting you.
He continues to guide your hips to match his rhythm as he pounds into you without restrain. âYouâre so good for me, so fucking tight.â You clench around him at his words, letting him suck a bruise into your shoulder.Â
âSungho!â You tighten your arms around him at a particularly sensitive thrust, unconsciously dragging your nails down his back.Â
When you realise how hard you scrape against his skin, you begin to move them away, but Sungho pulls your hands back on him. âMy princess,â He sighs, pupils blown, lips glistening and red. âYouâre such a good girl for me, always so perfect.â
You whine in response as he kisses your mouth, opening up for him on instinct, and soon your tongue is meeting hisâhurried, full of want, pushing and pulling as he thrusts with even more vigour. When you part to bite down on his lip, he lets out a downright sinful moan.Â
And God, did you miss his voice like this.Â
The bedroom echoes with the soft sounds he manages to coax out of you, mixing with the drag of his cock, and the filthiest words he whispers against your skin.Â
You feel itâthe coiling in your stomach, tightening with each slam of his hip.Â
âCome for me, princess.â He says, and itâs all it takes for you to be shaking against him, his name coming out in repeated strings from your mouth. He kisses into it, drinking in every one of your fucked out expressions. He buries deep into you, hip bucking when he canât hold it in anymore, letting him spill into you, pulsing against you as he fills you up.Â
Sungho melts into the crook of your neck, as you press a tender kiss to his hair this time.Â
âI love you,â You say it back, a long overdue reply to his past confession.Â
He leans up to meet your eyes, mapping out the honesty behind them. Then he grins, bright and beautiful. âI love you too. More than anything, princess.â
You giggle. âEven if I thought you hated me?â
âEven then.â He reassures you, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. âIâd want you in every way possible, even if you drive me insane sometimes.â
And this time, you believe him without doubtâand you suppose, you love him even if he can be clueless at times, too.Â
When you wake up the next morning, your ears are pressed against his heartbeat, real and very much your Sungho again. He keeps his promise and never lets go of you again.
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syn: Â three childhood friends turned bandmates learn to express long-harboured affections by fucking in a garage
contains: garage band!au, threesome, childhood friends kkeomchiz+reader, jealousy, hickeys, bjs, dry humping, fingering, they're all in love w each other okay?
song rec: backseat serenade by all time low !!!
a/n: this only exists thnx to @ilysungho so everyone say 'thank you, katikins!'
ââfrom the top again.â Sungho gasps out in between chugging a mouthful of water, dragging a wet hand through his blond locks before throwing the bottle to Taesan.
âWhatâs the point without our lead vocalist,â the other boy tuts, wiping the sweat dripping off his jaw. âWeâre through three songs already andââ he briefly glances down at his watch, hidden among several cords of bracelets. ââsheâs fifty minutes late.â
Woonhak scratches the back of his head with his drumstick, not willing to participate in any accusations; itâs his devout responsibility as the youngest in the band to stay out of arguments. And Riwoo continues to scroll through cat videos behind his keyboard, not a care in the world about the gig theyâre supposed to be practicing for.Â
Taesan doesnât need an audience to complain to, so he keeps going with Sunghoâs little nods to encourage him. He only stops when he hears the approaching drag of your sneakers on gravel.Â
âSpeak of the devil.â Taesan smirks as you keel over to pant in front of the rolled up metal door.Â
âY/N, donât you have an ounce of puncualit-â Sungho doesn't get to finish his sentence when his eyes slide up to notice your appearance.Â
He gapes, dazed and slightly flushed.
Hereâs the thingâheâs known you all his life, along with Taesan of course, ever since you marched up to the two of them on the playground and demanded they be best friends with you. The rest of the band joined in increments, some in middle school, some much later. But he knows you and he knows that the L/N Y/N heâs familiar with has never worn a dress, much less one this pretty.Â
Your mother had to wrangle you to the ground if she wanted to put you in anything frilly and not your band tee slash denim combo. Heâs witnessed every possible count of teenage rebellion from you, from tantrums to angry stomp-outs to whining like a child on his carpet. Taesan only poked fun at your state, but heâs always looked at your petulance with fondness.Â
But here you were, decked out in a light blue sundress, cinched at the waist, flashing a fluffy bow at the back, and several inches of skin beneath when you turn around to take your place behind the mic.Â
He wants to ask a million different questions in his head about the sudden change, but itâs Taesan that does it for him.
âLost a bet?â He wiggles his brow, coming to nudge your shoulder while you scoff.Â
âYou wish.â You roll your eyes as you secure your rhythm guitar around your shoulder.Â
âHmmâŠshouldâve gone with pigtails to match,â The black haired demon replies, flicking at a strand that sticks out of your crown. âJust like on picture day in fifth grade.â
You sneer at the memory, earning another grin from Taesan, and a giggle from Riwoo (but that could just be a reaction to another cat video, youâll never know).
âItâs Anton isnât it?â Riwoo says without looking up from his phone, airing your business out to the entire band. âHe asked you out, didnât he?â
You donât dignify him with a response, and choose to simply shrug it off.
Sungho doesnât like the way you donât elaborate further, and he can only make the smart guess that Taesan does not either, not from the way his brows knit tightly together and the sudden tension under his shoulders, and the way it only unwinds once the music starts to pick up once more.Â
The session goes without any more mishaps, rhythm and melody bouncing against the garage walls, yours and Sunghoâs voices melding sweetly in a complementing contrast to Taesanâs smooth strums and Woonhakâs pulsating beats, every note going straight to your bones as you lose yourself in the music as a five-person unit.Â
âGood job, guys.â Woonhak hoots after he finishes with one final slam on the cymbals, always your first and most enthusiastic fan.Â
Riwoo comes to ruffle the top of your head. âSame time again tomorrow, yeah? Bandâs more important than dates, kay?â
âWhatever.â You brush it away, moving around to place the guitar back in its reserved spot as everyone else trickles out one by one; Woonhak says goodbye with many enthusiastic waves until Riwoo has to drag him away by the scruff.
You lean down to tie up your laces that have fallen out from jumping around to the music. Sungho canât help but linger to watch, making the excuse of wiping down his bass guitar, leaning back on the moth-eaten couch in the corner as he barely swipes around the instrument with a cloth.Â
However, itâs obvious that Taesan has the same idea.
He spends maybe five minutes drying the insides of his headphones against his precious Linkin Park t-shirt before finally breaking. âSoâŠâ He begins, coughing to catch your attention. âAnton?â
You donât look around. âYeah, what about him?âÂ
Taesan bites down on his lower lip, holding back a scoff. â...Youâre really going on a date?â
Sungho can sense it, the tension, the way you should have already been done with tying your converse up, but somehow your fingers twiddle at the strings like itâs a harder task than it should be.Â
âWhatâs it to you?â You tilt your head to look up, making Taesan go still.
âHe was just asking, Y/N.â Sungho interrupts before the two of you can start clawing at each other. âWeâre both concerned, thatâs all.â
âIâm a grown up, I donât need you guys to babysit me.âÂ
Thereâs no acid in your tone, but Taesan clings to the lack of affection, and in retaliation, âSay that when he breaks your heart and you come running back here.âÂ
Sungho doesnât know when exactly it escalates, just that in a moment without clarity, you have Taesan pinned up against the wall with your hand clutching his collar. Youâre seething. Heâs grinning.Â
âGuysââ Sunghoâs feet quickly leave the couch, coming up to stand right in the middle of the space separating you and Taesan. âTalk this out like adults, stop being so childish.â
Apparently that was not the right thing to have said, because now youâre glaring at both of them, taking turns to divide your angry attention between the two.
âIâm not childish, he is!âÂ
âSungho hyung, tell this kid to back off.â Taesan grins wider, wiggling his eyebrow just to get under your skin.
You jump in before Sungho can, voice menacing and a faux smile to match, âAnd what would you know about heartbreaks Taesanie, you havenât been with anyone ever.â
Taesanâs lips curl down into an irritated sneer, and the hand fiddling with a guitar pick now comes to rest around the wrist you have against his shirt. âDonât test me.â
You scoff again. âOr what?â
If this was a comic, there would be furious electric sparks crackling between your eyes; Taesanâs jaw is tight enough to break his teeth, your glare sharp and narrow. Sungho has no idea if the heat he feels pooling to his stomach is dread or lust.
âGuysââ He tries again, but his voice cracks as the words die in his throat.Â
Taesan is still looking at you, and only you, but what comes out of his mouth next is obviously addressed to Sungho. âHyung, why donât we teach this little brat a lesson? Sheâs all bark and no bite.â
Sungho doesnât even have the time to understand the sudden turn of events when Taesan flips positions, and you end up being the one with your hands pressed up against the wall, lifted above your head. He dips lower, ghosting a hot breath over your throat, right where your pulse rests.Â
âIs this okay?â He ends up asking, and even when his teeth accidentally graze against your skin, itâs much too gentle to match the predicament youâre under. His hand that wraps around yours is loose enough for you to break out if you so wish, and you realise heâs offering you an out in the chance you donât want this as bad as he does.
You nod, because he'd be stupid to think otherwise, tilting your head to give him more access to suck at the spot, but your eyes lock Sunghoâs wide ones, glazed over in a feeling so far off from jealousy.Â
Heâs turned on, you realise.Â
âSungho,â You find yourself speaking, no, begging. âPlease.â
The wrecked plea in your voice jumpstarts his heart and drops the blood straight down into his pants. Sungho finally remembers to breathe. âUhâŠâ
âShe said please.â Taesan repeats with an amused chuckle against you, still buried in the crook of your neck and making a work of nibbling reds and purples onto it, along with the imprint of his sharp front teeth. âDonât make us wait now.â
If Sungho was hard before, heâs rock solid nowâbecause not only are you looking at him while Taesan marks you like a colouring book, but the younger boy emphasises the âusâ in his sentence, and Sungho has never wondered, let alone known, if either of his childhood best friends felt a fraction of what he did for them all these yearsâand now it seems that the either has evolved into a both, and miraculously, the opportunity falls right into his lap without him having to work a day for it (unless pining now counted as work, that is).Â
âFuck.â He sighs, perhaps in relief, maybe in joy, possibly equal parts both. He doesnât know exactly how to insert himself into thisâŠsituation, whether he just interrupt your make-out session and take up one of the two empty spots, or wait for more directionâit's not like threesomes came with cue cards, though heâs starting to desperately wish they did.
So he buys time by moving to pull the garage shutter down, blanketing the room in just the soft glow that shone from the overhead bulb and a few fairy lights along the walls. When he returns back to the same spot, he shuffles on his feet.
Taesan seems to catch onto his hesitance; he extends his free hand that isnât holding yours in Sunghoâs direction, grabbing at air until Sungho takes it. The older boy has no space to protest when heâs being pulled into the mess of bodies, landing flush against Taesanâs side as he moves around to make room for him without separating his mouth from your neck.
âHey.â You reach for the blond, letting Taesan squirm around your skin as your hand finds a perch under Sunghoâs chin, pulling him taut against your own lips.Â
Sungho feels hot. From your open mouth, from the sweat building up under his jacket, from the small garage on the summerâs day, and when Taesanâs hand inches up under his shirt, from his rough palms as well. Itâs rougher than Sunghoâs, and clearly larger, but still somewhere along the same area in the spectrum of roughness. Guitarist hands. All three of you adorn calluses like a badge won, but Sungho has never got to feel it this freely without the pretense of simply wanting to compare heartlines and hand-sizes.Â
It overrides his sensesâthe way you part your lips without needing to be prompted, your tongue clashing with his, warm and wet and red, moving in the same practiced harmony the two of you did in your songs. And Taesanâheâs only too happy to oblige when he now switches to bite down at Sunghoâs exposed neck instead, pulling out a moan that spills right into your open mouth.Â
âWantâŠmore.â Taesan whines, tugging the blondâs shirt. Sungho detaches himself from you to make a quick work of throwing off his leather jacket onto a corner, hoping it lands somewhere on the couch, and then you and Taesan eagerly pull off his undershirt even when it isnât a two-person job.Â
âHyung, youâre fucking hot.â The raven-haired boy is all but drooling, eyes pinned on Sunghoâs lean torso like he canât look away if he tries. To no oneâs surprise, except Sunghoâs, you do the same thingâbut with more dignity and discretion than Taesan does.
Youâre nodding in agreement. âYeahâŠwhat he said.â
Sungho flushes pink from the top of his nape all the way down to his chest, and he has the sudden urge to cover himself up. But neither of you are about to let him; Taesan makes quick work of tugging off the olderâs belt, while you distract him through languid kisses that taste like bubblegum chapstick.Â
When Sungho ends up undressed but for his jeans, Taesan decides to give you your deserved attention and turns you around to fumble around with the bow at your back.Â
âWhy is this thing so complicated? Did you super glue this shitââ Heâs grumbling, and you only roll your eyes, albeit fondly this time.
âYour inexperience is louder than your big mouth.â You retort, winking at a slowly melting Sungho.
âYou werenât complaining about my big mouth a while back.â Taesan smirks, making you dig your elbows back into his stomach as he gasps for air.
âSungho, help me out of this.â You say, grabbing his arms to place it around your waist.Â
Sungho gulps, not wanting to admit that he was just as, if not less experienced than Taesan. So he carefully unknots the bow, pulling the sash apart so that the fabric pools around your sides, exposing your back to him. âWow.â He hears himself saying.
You giggle, Taesanâs voice joining in at their friendâs cuteness when heâs flustered.Â
In another five minutes of more unclothing, your dress is bunched up below your chest, your knees planted on the peeling leather of Taesanâs old couch; Taesan is right behind you, his naked torso flush against your back, mouth still nipping at your nape as he grinds against your rear. Youâre kissing Sungho, who leans back against the far end of the armrest, both his hands cupping your cheeks in reverence as he drinks in your whimpers, and you his.   Â
Cloth rubs against cloth, fabric rustling as the three of you move in tandem. Some loud guitar instrumental that Taesan had half the mind to put on plays in the background, spitting riffs and guitar solos out of his old laptop propped up on top of the drum kit.Â
âTaesanie,â You sigh, turning your head. âTake over?âÂ
You shuffle to the ground to kneel in front of the couch, letting Taesan move Sungho so that he ends up behind the blond, turning his head sideways with that cheshire cat grin of his. âAny sensitive spots we should know about?â He asks with a glint in his eye.
Sungho gulps, in fear as well as in anticipation, then he shakes his head.Â
âSure?â Taesan replies as you unzip Sunghoâs jeans, trying to tug it downwards. Taesan uses his arms to lift his legs up a little so that you have more freedom to peel the material away from his body, but the motion lands Sungho right into the younger manâs lap. If he tilts his head backwards, itâs Taesanâs devilish smile staring back at him. If he dares to look down, itâs your falsely innocent face between his legs. He thinks that he might die twice, and happily both times.
Sungho is drunk on your expression as you free his cock out of his boxers when an unbridled yelp escapes him, and only then does he see Taesanâs fingers pinching at one of his nipples with no mercy. He tugs and twists just to test what kind of reaction Sungho can give him, and the way he hums seems to imply that heâs quite satisfied each time.Â
âYou lied, Sungho Hyung. Youâre sensitive here.â Another taut pull; Sungho squirms against Taesan and you. âAnd here.â Taesan pushes your head forward to take Sunghoâs length in your mouth, and that has the blond flopping backwards like a snapped string. Taesan plays with this chest the same way he tunes his guitar, turning the pegs until he finds the right pitch, the same way he only stops when he can draw out the exact frequency of a whine from Sunghoâs mouth he wants.Â
âFuckâŠâs too much.â Sunghoâs protests are broken and raspy. âIâm so close.â
You bob up and down on his cock, making Sungho see stars and maybe the entire Milky Way when every part of his body is being used like an instrument. He feels himself about to climax and makes an exhausted move to pull out, scared to hurt you, but youâre already diving back in with a half-lidded gaze, gripping the base with your hands and letting him spill himself into the back of your throat.
There isnât any time to waste when you wipe your lips and start climbing up to kiss him, letting him taste himself on you. Taesan seems to have reached his tipping point as well, impatiently coming up to Sunghoâs other side to lick into his open mouth, eventually taking whoeverâs lips and whatever he can to please himself. There should be three mouths, but it all feels like one; thereâs only heat left behind when teeth meet flesh, tongues wrap around one another, fingers yank into hair and scalps, and whines melt against skin like a new melody.Â
When you eventually come up for air, youâre sitting with your clothed core pressed against one of Taesanâs thighs, the denim sending bolts of sensation up your spine with every one of your slow drags. Sungho is on the other side, simply happy to watch. But something about Taesanâs darkened eyes has him helping the younger out of his boxers, curiosity getting the better of him as he flattens a thumb against his tip, watching carefully at how Taesan gasps for air and release as he warms him up with his own precum.Â
Sunghoâs other hand comes around to rest against your back, keeping you balanced and safe, letting you ride Taesan without worry. He canât help but feel satisfied at both your moans filling the gaps between the lyrics coming out of the laptop, the way you take barely seconds of breaks only to kiss, lovingly, eagerly, years of pent up feelings spilling out without restraint.Â
âTaesan-ah,â Sungho calls, wanting to play conductor for a change this time, âUse your fingers on Y/N-ie. Itâs rude to let her do all the work.â
You chuckle at how he keeps his gentlemanly personality even in a situation as absurd as this, but you donât protest when Taesan turns you around to let you rest your head against his chest, his hands pushing your dress even higher so that he can pull away your underwear.Â
Then heâs inserting a finger, then another, pushing in easily through your wetness, finding the sweet spot that has you begging for release. A litany of âPleaseâs and âFuckâs echo around the room, not even sure if itâs yours or Taesanâs, and Sungho has a fleeting thought of how perfect the acoustics of this place is, all the while his head dips down to taste Taesan. The two of you come at the same timeâjust as Taesanâs playlist comes to an endâwrapping around each other on instinct, the smell of sweat and sex clinging onto everything. Sungho joins, melting into the couch as the three of you kiss with adoration.Â
When the high of fucking settles down, itâs replaced by something softer, but no less fulfilling. You cuddle into the too small couch, squeezing to adjust, and not at all bothered by the lack of space. Taesan kisses your head, and Sunghoâs hands rest against his ribs, tracing patterns into the shape of bones there.Â
âSoâŠâ Taesan grins, ruining the quiet. âAnton.â
âOh, shut up.â You groan. âI wasnât gonna go anyways.â
âLiar.â He rolls his eyes. âBoth of you, liars.â Sungho just laughs against his nape.
âWell you better help me come up with an excuse for when he asks why I didnât show up.â
Taesan smirks. âJust say the truthâŠthat you were too busy fucking both your best friends.â
Thereâs a part of you that wants to shove him off the couch, but that would mean collateral damage and you know for a fact that he would drag Sungho down with him.Â
The sounds of you bickering back and forth echoes lightly in the little garage that has seen the three of you grow up, seen every memorable milestone of yoursâscraped knees, first fights, Sunghoâs first guitar lessons, the first time Taesan ever scribbled lyrics onto the back of his Science textbook, the first time you sang it for them.Â
Listening to the two of you quarrelling like nothing has changed, Sungho is sure of two fundamental truths in the world: that he could lay here on this spot forever if it meant getting to do it with the both of you, and that he undoubtedly, irrevocably, and unfathomably, loves his best friendsâin more ways than one.   Â
What the rest of the band has to say about it, wellâŠthatâs tomorrowâs problem. For now, there is nothing that an old couch and some bickering canât heal.Â
a/n: OMG didn't realise it but it's my first ever taesan fic and it's smut lmao
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syn: among all the secrets you keep, your best is the one that comes undone only in the privacy of Professor Lee's office.Â
contains: pwp, professor x student, dirty talk, fingering, intercrural sex, breast play, cockwarming, spanking, implied exhibitionism
song rec: â¶ïž
a/n: cross-posted from my bnd leehan fic of the same name
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âHeeseung-â
âShhâŠthatâs still Professor Lee to you.â The brunette mutters into your ear, exhaling hot breath that sends tremors down your neck.Â
He hoists you up higher by the thigh, planting your front flush against his sweater-clad chest, and the tall book-shelf at your back. Heeseungâs fingers dig into your flesh through your sheer stockings, the pressure of it knocking your head back further and causing one of your heels to come loose and fall off onto the office carpet with a soft thud.Â
Itâs honestly shamefulâhow easily he can coax these utterly embarrassing sounds out of you, the kind you wouldnât be caught dead making outside the comfort of his office at the universityâs English building. Itâs a good thing it was tucked away from the rest of the campus, a secluded and private space meant for intellectual exchanges and warm coffeeâand on the off-chance, a stolen rendezvous with the departmentâs youngest andâŠwell, hottest faculty member.Â
âFuckââ Your thoughts turn to mush when he grabs a fistful of your ass, using the grip as leverage to lift your body higher. Where he gets the strength to do it under those seemingly innocent glasses and quirky sweater-vest, youâll never know. âProfessor-âÂ
Your whine turns out to be counterproductive when it only encourages him to squeeze harder, in turn spilling an open-mouthed gasp out of you.Â
âCute.â He chuckles with a smirk, readjusting his glasses with one hand, then returning it right to where it belongs. âYou should remember that the walls arenât soundproof though, Miss L/N.â
Contrary to his remark, he does nothing to stop your sounds, and when you try muffling it with your own palm, he pries it away to prod his tongue past the seams of your lips, licking up the drool that coats the insides and kiss-bitten corners. âYouâre wet.âÂ
It isn't untrue, but thereâs no way he can feel it through the material of your stockings; but those two simple words in HeeseungâsâŠProfessor Leeâs tone has you easily nod in compliance. He must be feeling generous with his affection today, because he responds with a, âIâm so fucking hard.â
Then he slowly helps you back down onto the ground, where you remove your other shoe and start to unbutton your blouse, but when you reach for the stockings, Heeseungâs hand comes to circle your wrist. âKeep it on.â Itâs not a request. You nod anyway.
And like clockwork, like every other Wednesday where you make the excuse of going to him in order to clear your non-existent doubts on the Intro to Gothic Literature course, you end up bent over his mahogany desk, with not a single coherent thought in your mind, let alone any memory of âBram Stokerâs Draculaâ or âits themes of erotic desireââwhen the only desire you can fathom at the moment is for your English Professor. Â
Heeseung is usually restrained, but today something in him snaps; he doesnât ask for permission before tearing a rip through the back of your stockings, peeling it apart in one swift motion so he can yank your panties to the side. âIâll get you a new pair.â He barely whispers before dragging his own zipper down and pulling out his length.
You canât help but turn your head to get a look at itâitâs sizeable, and like always, it's throbbing red with want. His large hand comes to fondle your breasts through your white button-up, slipping past the exposed window of skin so he can feel you without any barriers.Â
âYouâre my best student, Miss L/N.â He drags his lips up the side of your throat, biting down gently between his words. âBest and brightest.â
âYeah?â You hear yourself asking, wanting, needing, his approval. He chuckles mirthlessly at your eagerness for his praise.
âHmmâŠand my,â He twists your perked nipple through your bra, âmy favourite.â
Your knees buckle, body falling forward onto wood, and Heeseung uses the opportunity to shove your skirt upwards and widen the opening through your stockings, big enough for him to enter without difficulty.Â
âReady?â He whispers, pressing a kiss to your nape, and you nod again.Â
âWords, Miss L/N,â He lands a sharp slap to your ass, âYou are a literature student after all.â
âYes,â You choke out, âYes, Sir.â
Your words definitely meet their purpose when you hear a quick suck of air behind you, and Heeseungâs hand moves to your breasts once more, his hips slotting flat against your back. You let yourself curve into him, wiggling to let him situate right between your thighs. Heâs never been inside of you, but when you squeeze your legs around his length, letting him drill it past the flesh of your thighs, it almost feels like the real thing.Â
Heeseung must feel the same way, because his moans get heavier as he keeps going, whispering sweet nothings that quickly turn into broken strings of profanities, âI knew you were wet down here, but this is just embarrassing.â A finger slides past your navel and in through the hem of your stockings, the other kneading your chest. Then itâs coating itself with the slick between your walls, pushing, prodding, deeper and deeperâ
âYou want me that bad, huh?â A curl. You begin to scream out in pleasure but he forgoes your chest to press his thumb flat against your tongue, drowning out your sounds around it. Your eyes water. âFilthy little minxâŠnever even bothered to hide it, always looking at me with those gorgeous eyes of yours when you were supposed to take down your notesââ His thrusts get more frantic. ââyour mouth around that stupid pen like you wanted me to see, like you knew exactly what you do to me.â
You moan around his finger, choking on it slightly at a particularly skilled upthrust. And then youâre spilling over his hands, mind going white for all of the five seconds you see heaven. Heeseung is ready to grab you back into his leather chair and continue whenâ
âProfessor Lee.â A knock, and a faculty memberâs voice. You freeze immediately.Â
Heeseung just presses his palm against your mouth and answers, âIâm occupied at the moment.â
âItâs urgentâcould I come in and discuss this with you, itâll take maybe twenty minutes.âÂ
You think Heeseungâs about to wave the person away with another excuse but the glint behind his glasses when he meets your eye says something entirely different.Â
âCan you stay quiet for me, pet?âÂ
His length is still between your thighs. If you say no, you doubt heâd protest. But the danger of getting caught, of being seen in such a sinful predicamentâŠit makes you nod. Then you remember his words from before, so you say, âYes...Sir.â
âGood girl,â Heeseung smiles. âNow get down on your knees for me and keep me warm.â
And when you end up hidden underneath his table with his cock in your mouth and a hand in your hair while he absently plays with a pen all the while conversing with some oblivious teacherâyou know it in your bones that this wonât be the last time youâll end up on the exact same spot, desperately wishing you could keep this dirty little secret just the two of yours until the end of time.Â
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