đ starring. Mark Lee x afab!Reader
đź preview.âYouâre Jenoâs roommate, Jenoâs my friend- I know weâve just met, but I know things about you.â Hyuck explains. âWhen you were with your last girl, Jeno used to come to the bar and bitch about you never coming out- heâs been wanting you to meet the rest of the boys for a while, but never wanted to invite us over cuz your last girlfriend had some supernatural cootchie-grip hold on you or something- point is, I know youâre a serial monogamist. Two long-term girlfriends. You like the domestic shit, and I get that- but if you want domestic, itâs not our little Miss Sunshine expo girl. She canât even sleep next to guys sheâs fucked- wakes up at five am, and dips out without a word. Trust me on this, dude, you wanna stay far away from that man-eater.â
tw/cw. Unprotected sex, multiple sex scenes, reader has a hard time cumming, oral (f/m receiving), Mark is a MUNCH, deep throating, fingering, masturbation, use of toys/vibrator, dirty talk, praise, Mark is a simp, sex realism, overthinking during sex, mentions of sexual favours in return for affection, a string of bad ex-lovers, breast worship, creampies, aftercare, finger sucking, drunkenness, etc⊠I pet names: (hers) sunshine. (his) puppy boy.
đč rating.18+ explicit I wc. 19.4k
đ aus. Restaurant au, line chef!Mark, slow burn, coworkers to lovers, fuck girl who looks like sunshine meets a serial monogamist who looks like a fuckboy, etcâŠ
âïž mlist + an. I wanted to touch on some realism to kick off the year. Not everything is as easy during sex as it appears in fanfic/p*rn, so I wanted to make something that might be more true to the real experience of afabs who overthink and need extra help to cum- I hope maybe this fic can normalize girls who need some extra machine power to get off ;)
You havenât been fucked in a few weeks, and youâre feeling desperate. You want to connect with Mark on that physical level, and sex is always the way you do that with men. You want him to feel good, to give him a reason to stick around like he says he will.
âBut wait-â you feel your skin heat, âI have something I should tell you first.â
Mark cocks his head to the side, waiting for you to continue.
âI uh⊠Iâm going to be super real with you right now.â You take a deep breath. âLook, I read a lot of smut? Thatâs like- I read a lot of erotica, written porn, I guess- and, in smut, and porn especially, girls always just cum so easily- and I wish I was that type of person, but Iâm not. No guy has ever⊠you know, gotten me there. What Iâm trying to say is, I can have fun even without cumming. So if I canât get there with you, itâs not you, itâs literally me-â
âHey,â Mark reaches up to cup your cheek, cutting off your rambling. âThanks for telling me, but thereâs no pressure. Whatever happens, happens. For some girls, you have to get more comfortable. My first girlfriend was like that too, and thereâs never any judgment from me. Iâm willing to wait for you to feel safe enough that your body relaxes.â
âYou are?â
âIâm not going anywhere,â he assures you. âI mean, I canât promise that Iâll be as good as the guys in your books or in porn. Dirty talk is something I have to get used to using too, but, if we give it time, Iâm sure weâll figure each other out.â
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Definition of hate (j.s) (masterlist)
Johnny Suh is insufferable. Heâs rich, arrogant, and anything but funny. You refuse to believe he is worth anything more than walking away fromâ over and over againâ because you keep showing up for his friends, and his friendâs keep forcing you to talk to him.
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TOTAL WORDCOUNT â 88kÂ
PAIRINGÂ â johnny x afab reader
CONTENTÂ â Â enemies to lovers, soft top johnny, female reader, extreme slow burn, pining, anxiety, arguments, jealousy, college setting, talk of home life troubles, partying, and drinking.
other tags are provided before each chapter.Â
SIDE CHARACTERSÂ â mark lee as the platonic soulmate, haechan as the guy who canât keep a job, taeyong as the story teller, jaehyun as the guy who exists when he feels like it, unnamed best friend, made up ex girlfriend of johnny for drama purposes
WARNING!! though I have already revised this fic, i have missed some things. there are still a few indications of the reader turning âredâ during certain scenes. I will go through and edit it out as soon as I have time. I apologize for missing those errors. This was written back before I recognized the harm it caused, and have since removed it from my writing and no longer use these terms when describing reader. So, just be aware of that until I can edit it out.Â
!! CHAPTERS !!Â
one â14.8k two â 17.2k three â13.1k four â  15.4k five â 11.5k finale â16.2k
if you think youâve read this fic before, itâs because you have. l*cas was a side character and i have since went through and replaced him. i have also edited the entire fic and changed the title.
DOWN BAD ᥣđ©âË.ââșâ
â IN WHICH. they canât help how much they like you
ANTON
â PRETTY BARISTA. losing his keychain was probably the best thing that could have happened to him.
SUNGCHAN
â SO HIGH SCHOOL. accidentally quote retweeting his crushs selfie on the wrong account is embarrassing, even worse? sheâs the most popular girl on campus.
EUNSEOK
â BABYSITTER?. his parents didnt tell him that he had to watch his neighbors younger daughter, who knew her older sister was so pretty.
WONBIN
â JUST COWORKERS. whether he thinks you guys are friends or aquaintances, one things forsure is that you guys arenât âjust coworkers.â
SOHEE
â TEACHERS ASSISTANT. trying to show the cute assistant how cool he is was never going to work, who knew her type is everything heâs trying so hard not to be.
SHOTARO.
â CELEBRITY CRUSH. who knew that the cute photographer you hired was so good at taking photos.
SEUNGHAN
â HOW YOU GET THE GIRL. how do you get a girl to like you back? especially if said girl is your pretty ex girlfriend.
a story in which y/n finds herself meeting her roblox bestie in real life. turns out heâs not exactly everything she hoped for⊠who wouldâve thought her nemesis park jisung would be user plumblossomer
astronomy-major!jisung x astronomy-major!reader
genre : humour, crack, strangers to enemies to lovers, college au, slow burn, y/n prefers dying over admitting her feelings, jisung is lowkey mean at times..
warnings : death/sex jokes, curses a lot, im not an astronomy major so this is bound to be funny
status : ongoing (i havenât decided how regularly iâll update đ)
notes : im doing ittttt im litchrally saur excited to start this i missed doing a smau
profiles : 00 - 00
masterlist:
freaks đ
kys
face reveal
no tutoring
i love penises
blocked
growth
freaky/n
desperation
no fucking way
tanghulu
making out
grubby hands
babe
the world is healed
weird
uncomfortable
trial run
short king
sleepover
â college au (and after), hockey captain!sungchan, chronically ill!reader (migraines)
â series word count: 61,624 (posted; series is ongoing)
KEY
f - fluff a - angst and/or hurt/comfort m - mature and/or heavy themes (i do not write smut, but not everything here will be appropriate for all ages, proceed with caution and read all warnings provided at the beginning of fics)
the beginning ; read these first
buzzer beater (f) ââ 22.0k | 27JSC (f) ââ 21.3k
the little things ; slice-of-life shortfics, pick at random or skip them entirely
on needlesticks and other metaphors (f, a) ââ 4.6k | garbage goal (a, f) ââ 3.9k | between two palms (a, f, m) ââ 2.4k | saltwater smiles & aloe vera kisses (f) ââ 2.6k | freezing the puck (f) ââ 4.5k
the happiest ever after ; the end.
little league ââ [WIP...]
SUMMARY: Need to get rid of some junk? Well these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and weâll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited time offer)
GENRE: smut, crack, fluff, minimal angst
PAIRING: Lee Juyeon x afab!reader (ft. sangyeon, sunwoo, and chanhee)
WC: 8.7k (oops)
SERIES MASTERLIST
PERM TAGLIST: @winterchimez @juyeonszn
18+ MDNI AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
WARNINGS: name calling (reader calls Juyeon stripper boy, baby, and pretty boy. Juyeon calls reader pretty girl), swearing, mentions of college parties, Y/N roasts Juyeon like a lot, Juyeon stops a door with his foot, one bed trope (for like two seconds), sunwoo slander (learning from Fawn <3) Juyeon is not god's strongest soldier, masturbation (m and kinda f), p in v sex, implied unprotected sex, restraints are used, dom!reader kinda, bratty!Juyo kinda, really poor attempts at humor, i think there's more but that covers the big stuff
A/N: This was NOT supposed to be almost 9k. It was supposed to be 3k at MOST but i will not lie i will prolly end up doing this again for most of the fics I'm putting out for this collab oops. Anywayyyyy let's kick off the collab with arguably my funniest fic.
The first time you meet Lee Juyeon, youâre dressed in sleep shorts and the biggest sweatshirt in your closet. Heâs standing at your door, and for a moment you canât help but be confused by the fact that yes, there is a hot man in a white tank top and cargo pants leaning against your doorframe. And yes, he is, in fact, there for you and not the girls living down the hall from you.Â
And, to be fair, it wasnât your fault that you thought he was a stripper. Really, it wasnât. Itâs not every day that you see a guy with a body to die for and the face of an angel.Â
âAre you some sort of stripper?â For a moment, the two of you are quiet. Thereâs a look of pure astonishment on his face that eventually turns into him fighting back a grin.Â
âDo you want me to be?â His tongue brushes over his lower lip while he scans you up and down and you scoff.Â
âNo. The girls youâre probably looking for are down the hall, the last door on the right.â You begin to shut the door. âHave fun.âÂ
âWait!â His foot catches in the door before you can slam it shut and you hear him swear loudly. âShit, that did not feel good.âÂ
âAre you fucking stupid?â You swing the door open again, scowling at him. âWhy would you try to catch this heavy ass door with your foot?âÂ
âI thought it would look cool!â He winces, one hand gripping your door frame and the other cradling his aching foot. âLike in the movies!â
âI donât know if you know thisâŠâ you trail off, squinting at him and realizing you have no idea who this man is. âStripper boy,ââ
âJuyeon,â you can practically hear his teeth grinding as he speaks. You hum.
âStripper boy,â you bob your head. âThatâs what Iâm gonna call you.â
âPlease donâtââ
âAnyway,â you interrupt again. âI donât know if you know this, but romance movies are fictional. Of course, itâs not gonna look like the prop door and theyâre gonna catch it like itâs nothing. This, however,â you hit your fist against your door, âis solid metal. Not gonna feel good when you catch this shit, dumbass.â
âWhatever,â Juyeon rolls his eyes and straightens his body out. âI was just making my rounds across campus, wanted to see if youâd be interested in supporting your local fraternity.â
You raise an eyebrow, reaching your hand out to take the flier from his hand.Â
College Hunks Hauling Junk!
Need to get rid of some junk? Well, these college hunks will haul YOUR junk! Give us a call at xxx-xxx-JUNK and weâll haul YOUR junk for FREE! (limited-time offer)
Scan HERE to book your appointment!
âCollege hunks hauling junk,â you canât help but laugh at the name and take the flier from Juyeonâs hands. He grins at you. âPeople are actually paying you guys to haul their shit away?âÂ
He shrugs. âItâs free, technically. Youâre allowed to donate, but weâre really just doing it for free. You know, help out fellow students and spread the word.âÂ
âYou sure it wouldnât be easier to just do some stripping if you canât pay the rent?â You ask. âAlso, what do you mean spread the word?âÂ
âIâm glad you asked.â Juyeon points a finger at the bottom of the flier, completely disregarding the first part of your sentence. Fuck, his hands are big.
This ad also doubles as your invitation to Tau Beta Zetaâs parties for the rest of the semester. Cash this in at any time and get into ANY parties for free! (Code word will be given at the time of flier being cashed in) (Girls get in for free, Guys $5 @ the door)
âWeâre having a little competition with the sorority down the road from us,â Juyeon explains. âWhoever has more people by the end of the semester gets to host the end-of-the-year party and the other frat or sorority has to buy food and drinks.âÂ
You stare at the paper for a second, pondering your options. Then you smile, look up at the man that you are still pretty damn sure is a stripper, and hand back the flier.Â
âIâm good, thanks.â
The door shuts, and you turn to go back to bed. The sound of paper sliding across the ground stops you, and you can see in the faint light that streams under your door that Juyeon slipped the flier into your room.Â
Fucking try hard.
The second time you see Lee Juyeon, heâs handing out fliers again. Only he isnât walking around random apartment buildings with a weird seductive look that you honestly donât doubt was working. This time, heâs in a hoodie and jeans and walking around the center of campus with people that you can only assume are his frat brothers.Â
At first, you almost donât recognize him, but then his eyes meet yours, and you can see the corners wrinkle when he smiles. Again, youâre confused. Is he smiling at you?Â
Your head whips around, trying to find someone around you that he might be looking at, and when you turn around again, Juyeon is approaching you.
âHave you thought about it, pretty girl?â He asked and you stared at him dumbly for a moment. Did he just call you pretty girl?Â
âThought about what?â He holds up that flier again, placing it in your hands similarly to the other night. âOh.â
âDid you think I was kidding?â He leans down slightly, keeping eye contact. Your free hand places itself on his chestâ which you hadnât realized before was very solidâ and pushes him back. He barely moves. In fact, you are the one who gets pushed back.Â
âListen, stripper boyââ
âJuyeonââÂ
âStripper boy,â you mimic the exasperated tone he uses with you. âIf I wanted an invitation to a stereotypical frat party with a bunch of drunk 20-somethings and cheap beer and bad pizza and try-hard men like yourself, I wouldâve gone by now.â You fold up the flier, smoothing out the edges before holding it out to him. He doesnât take it, and you can see the gears turning in his brain.Â
âSo what youâre saying,â he starts to smile and steps toward you again.â
âStripper boy,â you warn.
ââŠis that thereâs a chance?â
âAbsolutely not, there is not a chance in hell that Iâm gonna call some college hunks to haul junk out of my college apartment that I can barely afford to live in let alone pay you to take things out of.â Juyeon shrugs.
âLike I said, payment is optional and can come inâŠâ he wiggles his eyebrows at you, âmany different forms, pretty girl.â
âThatâs gross, stripper boy.â You scrunch up your nose and he laughs. âAlso, why are you calling me that?â
âCalling you what?â his smile only grows and you huff.Â
âPretty girl.â
âBecause you are a pretty girl.âÂ
âNo, Iâmââ You catch yourself in the sentence when he leans forward onto the tips of his toes, ready to stop you. âYou know what, fuck you. I know that was a dirty little trick and Iâm not gonna fall for it just so you can swoop in and say something like oh nooo, donât say that about yourself! Youâre so pretty! And then youâll tuck my hair behind my ear and youâll try to kiss me and thenââ You stop yourself again. Juyeonâs smile is almost scary at this point, stretching all the way across his face as if this had been his plan all along and you walked right into it.Â
âAnd thenâŠ?â He teases.Â
ââŠfuck you and your frat, stripper boy. God, you guys are such try-hards.â
You hold onto the flier this time, whether too embarrassed to give it back or genuine curiosity, you arenât sure. You do know that you canât stop the pounding in your chest, or the heat rising in your cheeks.Â
âWho was that?â Sunwoo slings an arm over Juyeonâs shoulder, both men watching you walk away with the flier held tightly in your hand. Juyeon smiles.Â
âJust someone I know.âÂ
âDidnât look like she was too happy to see you.â Sunwoo snickers and drops his arm down to stand straight. Juyeon turns to the younger man, the smile he had when standing with you now gone and replaced with a permanent scowl.Â
âWho even asked you, Sunwoo?â
The younger raises his hands in defense. âIâm just saying! It looked like she hated you. Oooh, maybe youâre finally gonna get that enemies-to-lovers arc that Eric is alwaysâ WHOA, HEYââ Sunwoo nearly trips over himself trying to get away from Juyeon as the older frat brother swings his arm out in his direction. âDonât hurt this pretty face! How else is the soccer team gonna get their funds?â A hand in the shape of a finger gun finds its way under Sunwooâs chin, and the star soccer player smirks.Â
âI think theyâll manage,â Juyeon swings his arm out again, wincing when Sunwoo lets out an ear-piercing squeal.Â
Itâs like youâre seeing him everywhere. Every class you go to, itâs like heâs always there handing out fliers or chatting with his friends. And, unfortunately, every time you see him, he sees you too. He animatedly waves at you, calling your name or running over to you. Every time, you somehow end up with another flier to add to your collection.
For weeks youâve been seeing him in places that you swear youâd never seen him in before. You swear that heâs not in your environmental course. You swear that heâs not in your sociology course. He just has to be following you.Â
That, or you just have shitty luck with Lee Juyeon.
It must be bad luck, you think as you watch the fire department evacuate your flooded building. It must be, you tell yourself as you stand there in the pouring rain in pajama shorts and a sweater, sans an umbrella. Thereâs nothing else it could be.
Your eyes narrow at the sight of Juyeon standing near a group of girls with those damned fliers in one hand and some umbrellas around the wrist of the other. Your hands tighten around your arms, body shaking from the cold of the rain. Your lips twist into a deep frown when he approaches you, his eyebrows knit together and his lips pursed at the sight of you. His mouth opens to say something, and you hold your hand up to stop him.Â
âSave it, stripper boy. I donât want your fucking spiel right now.â His shoulders slump a little.
âI was just going to ask if you wanted an umbrella.â He holds one out, the last one on his arm. âYou have to be freezing right now, and youâre absolutely soaked.â Your hand wraps around the umbrella, your eyes still narrowed with suspicion.
âThanksâŠâ he smiles and backs up to give you space to open it. You would never admit to his face that he was right. That you were freezing your ass off in this godforsaken weather.Â
âAre you okay?â You look up at him, sniff, and shrug.
âI mean, my home is currently flooding which leaves me homeless for at least a few days. Itâs piss-pouring rain out here, Iâm in my pajamas with all my clothing inside the flooded building, and now here you are probably trying to get me to buy from your stupid fundraiser thing.â You take a deep breath, finally looking him in the eye. âSo no, I donât think Iâm okay, Juyeon. Thanks for asking.â Heâs quiet for a moment, and then a small smile breaks onto his face.
âI think thatâs the first time youâve called me Juyeon.â You bite your tongue and turn to walk away from him. âWait, fuck, Y/N it was a joke. Iâm sorry.â He grabs your arm, pulling you back to him. You can see a little bit of panic in his gaze.Â
âYeah, well it was a shitty joke.â You scoff.Â
âI know, poor taste, I was just trying to lighten the mood.â He pulls his hand from your arm, and you almost feel bad. Itâs quiet between you two, and you think that this is the first time itâs ever been completely silent. Well, save for the chatter of other tenants and incoming sirens and the yells of officers.Â
âThis fucking sucks,â you grumble, and Juyeon huffs out a laugh.
âDo you have anywhere that you go?âÂ
You shake your head. âNah, none of my friends have space for another person in their apartment or dorm.âÂ
âYou could stay with me.â He says it so fast, so suddenly, that you thought you misheard him at first.Â
âExcuse me?â Juyeon clears his throat, his cheeks and ears flushing and you canât tell if itâs from the cold or embarrassment.Â
âIâ I mean youâ Iâm justââ he stumbles over his words and you smile.Â
âIs the Lee Juyeon embarrassed right now? In front of little olâ me, nonetheless?âÂ
âIâm not embarrassed,â he snaps, pressing the back of one of his hands to his neck in a poor attempt to cool himself down. âIâm justâ Iââ
âJuyeon,â your hand comes up to his arm and he flinches. You let your arm drop down to your side. âAre you trying to ask me to stay with you while the building is being repaired?âÂ
Youâre smiling at him, and itâs like that tiny action brings back all of his previous confidence. Heâs smirking again, leaning down under the tiny umbrella he gave you. Itâs your turn to blush now, but your eyes donât leave his.
âBecause,â your voice nearly betrays you. âThat would be a littleâŠoddâŠwouldnât it? A girl living with, what, ten men? People would talk.â He hums.
âBut they would also find it odd if I justâŠleft you to live in your car for god knows how long, wouldnât they?â His hand is on your waist, and the breath in your lungs hitches.Â
âThatâs trueâŠâ you hum and pull away from him. âI donât have any clothes, though. Iâd need to find some before doing anything.â Juyeon clicks his tongue and leans back, a thoughtful look taking over the previousâŠyou donât even know what to call what you were doing. Was he flirting with you? Were you flirting with him?
âThatâs true,â he nods his head. âWe can grab some from the store tomorrow? And for now, you can borrow some of my stuffâ I mean, if youâre comfortable with that.â He stumbles over his words again, and you canât help but laugh. âKevinâs clothes might fit you better butâ youâre laughing. Why areâ why are you laughing at me.â
âYouâre justââ You break into another fit of giggles, covering your mouth with your hand to try and muffle the noise. âGod, youâre so dumb.â
âHow am I dumb?â Juyeon pouts at you, and you know he just wants you to be comfortable.Â
âNever mind,â you wave him off, âletâs just get going. Iâm tired and wet.â Juyeon raises an eyebrow, and you roll your eyes. âNot like that, stripper boy.âÂ
âI know,â he grins at you and tugs you by the sleeve to get you to start walking. âI just wanted to mess with you a little bit.â
âSeems like thatâs all you do.â You roll your eyes. âAnd please tell me you drove here. I am not walking to the house in shorts and slippers.â Juyeon clicks his tongue.Â
âAs if I would walk anywhere in this weather.â He reaches into his pocket and you hear the click of a button, and then the lights of a car in front of you light up. He jogs forward, grabbing the handle of the passenger side door for you with a bright smile on his face. âAfter you, mâlady.â
âWhat a gentleman,â you shut the umbrella and duck into the vehicle.Â
âOnly for you, pretty girl.â He winks at you and shuts the door.
Juyeon is quiet when you exit his bathroom. Your hair is wrapped in a towel, your body swamped in Juyeonâs clothes. Heâs lying flat on his back on his mattress, his legs dangling off the edge and his fingers drumming on his stomach. Your feet shuffle against the ground, the fabric of his sweatpants covering your feet entirely and dragging behind you. His t-shirt is almost like a dress on you, hanging down to your thighs and the sleeves baggy along your arms where it would be formfitting on him.Â
âWhere should I put these?â Juyeon lifts his head, and you hear a sharp inhale. Heâs staring at you, and the gaze is heavy with something you canât place.Â
âYouââ his voice cracks and he sits up fully, resting his elbows on his knees. âYou can just toss them in the basket next to you. Iâllâ Iâll wash it tomorrow.â You hum, doing as he says and tossing your clothing into the basket.Â
His room isâŠweirdly clean. At least, itâs cleaner than you expected it to be for a frat boy. Thereâs a bit of laundry scattered across the room, sure, but you donât feel gross just standing there. The floor is clean, the bed is made.Â
The bed.
The one bed in the room.Â
âWhereâ where should I set up a spot to sleep?â You wring your hands behind your back.
âWhat?â Juyeon stares at you dumbly, his eyes blank and jaw dropped slightly. If you look closely, you swear you can see a puddle of drool on the floor in front of him. Unintentionally, you snort and immediately slap a hand over your mouth.Â
âI justâ I mean this is your room, stripper boy.â You shrug, trying to keep the air as light as possible. âWhere should I set up camp for the next three days?â
âYou are not sleeping on the floor.â Juyeon shakes his head and pushes off the edge of his bed.
âThen where am I gonna sleep?âÂ
âThe bed?â He says it as if itâs obvious. âThe fuck? You really thought I was gonna make you sleep on the floor?âÂ
âStripper boy, I am not sleeping in your bed.â You click your tongue.
âYes, you are, pretty girl.â He takes a step toward you. âIâm not gonna let you sleep on the floor! First of all, youâre a guest. Second of all, Iâm a gentleman. Third of all, Iâmââ he cuts himself short again and you raise an eyebrow.
âWell, then Iâll sleep on the couch downstairs. Thatâll solve it.â You move to the door, but he grabs your upper arm and pulls you toward him. âDude, you have got to stop grabbing me like that. Itâs kind of annoying.â
âSorry.â He exhales and lets go of your arm, brushing his hand across the skin he grabbed as if to soothe it. It sends sparks of heat through your arm, and you fight back a shiver. âI justâ what if we share my bed?âÂ
You stare at him for a moment.
Then another.
And then another.
And then Juyeon is wincing and stepping away from you.Â
âI was justâ that was stupid. Iâm sorry.â
âI meanâŠâ you purse your lips. âIf it solves the problem, then sure.âÂ
âWait seriously?â His eyes bug out of his head and you laugh. âYouâre comfortable with that?âÂ
âStripper boy, if you thought I was gonna kick you out of your bed, then you have a whole new thing coming.â He rolls his eyes. âWe can justâŠI dunno. Put pillows between us?âÂ
âYeah, that works. That works just fine.â He sighs heavily. Just fine. Heâs gonna be just fine these next few days.
Juyeon realizes very quickly that it will not, in fact, be fine. He realizes this when he wakes up in the middle of the night, the pillows between the two of you thrown to the edge of the bed and your body wrapped around his like a vice. One of your legs is hooked around his, the other strewn across his hip to lock him down. You have one arm tucked under his, holding his shoulder while your free arm has slipped around his waist, under his shirt so your fingers are splayed across his abdomen. Your head is seemingly strategically placed on his chest, and he can feel every breath you release. He can feel every pulse of your heartbeat against his legâ
Wait.
âŠ
Oh, this arrangement is not going to be good for his heart.Â
He tries desperately to shift away from you, to gently pry you off of him, anything to get the pounding in his chest to go away. Anything to stop the blood from rushing to his dick like some goddamn virgin. Itâs a normal thing. Itâs not something to get fucking hard over, Lee Juyeon. Pull yourself together.
It feels like ages before heâs able to pull himself free, nearly falling out of his bed to get away from you. He freezes in place when he hears you shift, a quiet moan leaving you when your sleeping self finds the spot Juyeon once lay frozen is now empty. His heart is pounding, his feet padding quickly against the floor to get to his bathroom. Heâs quick to shut the door, cringing at the squeak of the hinges. Gotta get those fixed, he notes. For future reference, of course.
Heâs hard in his sweats, his dick straining against the fabric, and his body feels like itâs on fire. Juyeon leans against the counter, tapping his foot anxiously while he stares at himself in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, his hair a mess, and his pupils are blown out. He grips the marble counter, squeezing his eyes shut and praying to god that he softens soon because he cannot and will not jerk off to you. Not when youâre right there, one thin wall over.Â
Thinking that was a mistake. His dick twitches in his pants at the thought of you waking up and finding him in the bathroom, cock in hand, and frantically trying to rub one out.Â
Oh, heâs so fucked, he squeezes his eyes shut as he shoves his sweatpants down just enough to be able to grab himself. Just enough for him to spring free and let the cold air wash over him.Â
Juyeon is completely, royally fucked, and he knows it as he spits on his hand. He knows it when he wraps his hand around his cock. Juyeon knows it when his body shudders from the first pump of his hand, the brush of his thumb across his tip. He knows it when he fights the whine trying to erupt from his throat.Â
He knows it when he cums in his hand, ropes of white covering his palm when he places his hand over his tip to minimize the mess. He knows it when all he thought about was you. You and your pretty face. You who calls him stripper boy, who hasn't hesitated to shoot him down every chance you get. You who heâs pretty damn sure is into him in the same way heâs into you.
Itâs hard for Juyeon to get back in his bed and lie down next to you knowing that just a few minutes ago he came in his hand to the thought of you. Itâs even harder for him to fall back to sleep when you wrap yourself around him again, relaxing against his body and releasing a contented sigh. He tries so, so hard to relax with you, to steady his pounding heart.Â
God, heâs so fucked.
"When did you get here?â Thereâs a boyâ a man, reallyâ standing at the counter when you and Juyeon walk into the kitchen in the morning. The man is holding a ceramic Garfield mug that you assume is filled with coffee, and heâs got his phone in his free hand. You give him a short wave, and he nods back at you.Â
Juyeon had been odd the whole morning. Or, at least, the two hours you had been awake and the one hour since heâd woken up and immediately rolled to his feet to get away from you. Something about morning wood. Since then, heâd been keeping a healthy distance from you, flinching away from your touch and giving short responses to your questions and statements. It makes you nervous. Were you intruding? Did he regret asking you to stay?Â
âLast night,â Juyeon answers for you, leading you to the bar counter and pulling out a chair for you to sit in. âY/N, this is Sangyeon. Heâs the Tau Beta Zeta president. Sangyeon, this is Y/N. Sheâs gonna be staying with us for the next couple of days.âÂ
Sangyeon squints at you, gnawing at his lip in thought.Â
âAnd you guys areâŠwhat? Friends? Lovers? Fuck buddies?â You scoff and Juyeon whips his head around, nearly spilling coffee onto his hand.Â
âNone of the above,â you wave your hand and almost miss the flash of emotion in Juyeonâs eyes. âJust someone who needed a hand, and strip- Juyeon happened to be there.â Sangyeon turns to Juyeon with an inquisitive look on his face. Juyeon shakes his head and turns back to you with two mugs in his hand.Â
âI didnât know how you take your coffee so I just threw some cream and a bit of sugar in there.â The mug he slides over to you is shaped like a ladybug, and you canât help the laugh that escapes you at the sight of his mug. Normal, compared to yours. Just plain white with text that says âStupid people shouldnât breed!â. âWhatâs so funny?â
âJust theâŠinteresting arrangement of mugs you all have here.â You smile at Juyeon, but he just scoffs. Sangyeon excuses himself and pats Juyeon on the shoulder before making his exit up the stairs.
âIâll have you know that I picked these all out.â He defends, but you can see the embarrassment in the flush of his cheeks, the dark color spreading to the tips of his ears. âYou got a problem with them?â
âNo, no,â you smile into your mug and take a sip. Itâs bitter, and a bit watered down, but youâre grateful for the caffeine boost. âItâs cute, really. You made some great choices, stripper boy.âÂ
âThat sounded sarcastic,â Juyeon pouts at you and you shake your head.
âIt wasnât!â You reassure him, leaning your torso onto the counter. Juyeon stands near you now, on the shorter edge of the counter and he scoffs.Â
âSure it wasnât. Because youâre the most supportive person in the world of my decisions.â He turns away from you, staring at the magnetic words on the refrigerator instead of at you and you rise from your seat to stand by his side.Â
âJuyooo,â your voice is sing-song in tone and Juyeon fights every instinct inside of him that screams to pin you to the counter and fuck you senseless. âAre you mad at me?âÂ
âOf course I am,â he rolls his eyes and tilts his chin up when you come to stand in front of him.Â
âWhy?â You frown, but the corners of your lips fight to turn up.
âYou made fun of me!âÂ
âYeah, but it was all in good fun!â You protest. âI think your choice of mugs was cute!â
âNo you donât,â he scoffs and crosses his arms. âYou think theyâre stupid.âÂ
âNo,â you shake your head. âI think theyâre adorable.â
âBullshit,â Juyeon says. âYou think theyâre stupid.â
âI do not.â You groan.Â
âYou do!â
âDo not!â
âDo too!â
âDo noââÂ
Juyeonâs lips are on yours, and you let out a startled gasp, your hand flying up and finding purchase on his chest.Â
You try to push him off, you really do! You think about it, you tell your body to push him off, and then somehow you end up pulling him closer, allowing your eyes to slip closed. Isnât it so weird how that happens?
Your hand is holding his shirt tightly, keeping him close to you while your lips mesh in a sloppy kiss. His lips are rough against yours, his teeth nipping at your lower lip and then his tongue slips out and soothes the bites. The repeated actions have your legs trembling, your breathing becoming shaky, and your hand that isnât in his shirt rises to the back of his neck to tangle in his hair and pull him impossibly closer to you.
His hands are all over you. They run up and down your waist, brushing under the waistband of the sweatpants he lent you, pushing into your back to keep you close to him. They run under your shirt, grazing the underside of your shirt, and he smiles when he feels you exhale shakily against him.Â
You hesitantly, and ever so slowly, push your tongue out, letting it run across his lower lip and youâre a bit too pleased when he opens up for you immediately. He lets you push your tongue into his mouth, lets you explore, and is ever so patient with your hesitance.Â
Gently, oh so gently, he sucks on your tongue while you try to pull it back into your mouth and you release the tiniest, almost inaudible whine.Â
Apparently, to your complete dismay, this snaps Juyeon back into reality and he pulls away from you. He pulls away quickly, almost stumbling back and into some of the bar stools. Youâre standing there, almost in a daze, and both of you just stare at each other for a moment. He doesnât say anything, and neither do you, and Juyeon can tell that youâre regretting what the two of you just did.Â
And it hurts. It really hurts when you open your mouth, going to speak and nothing comes out. He smiles sadly.Â
âI should find a way to get to the store. Youâre gonna need some clothes for the next few days.â
âJuyeon, waitââ You reach for him, but he just shakes his head.
âItâs fine, pretty girl.â He reassures you, but his voice breaks and betrays him. âNo hard feelings. Letâs just forget it happened.â
âI donât want to forget that!â You protest, but Juyeon just shakes his head.
âLike I said, pretty girl,â He grabs his mug and smiles at you. Thereâs no emotion behind it, at least not one that you want to recognize. âWe gotta get you some clothes for the next three days.â
Itâs infuriating how quickly he seems to move on. Three days pass by, and not once has he even hinted about talking about what happened. It was almost like heâd forgotten about it entirely.
Which, to your dismay, was exactly what he wanted you to do. It wasnât as if you regretted the kiss, at least not in the way he thought. The regret that you knew you had let slip was from pulling away in the first place. You had only meant to come up for air, knowing that you would likely drown in him had you given yourself the chance. Now, due to your own stupid mistakes, the tables have turned for you.Â
Heâd been avoiding you since you moved back into your apartment two days ago. Heâd avoided you in the classes you were now all too aware that you shared. It stung that he no longer sought you out, no longer yelled your name from across the room, and drew unwanted attention to you. He no longer pressured you to call the number on that damn flier that sat untouched on your desk.
âYou could always just, I dunno,â Chanhee is lying on your bed, scrolling on his phone while you rant about his frat brother. âCall the number? Iâm pretty sure itâs his number anyway.âÂ
âWait seriously?â You spin around in your desk chair, turning away from the project you two are supposed to be working on together.Â
âYeah, it just happened to be really convenient that the last four digits of his phone number spelled junk. What do you think of this?â He flips his phone around to show you a coat. A black trench coat, nothing too fancy about it.Â
âEh. You have plenty of those, donât you?â
âTrue.â He nods and lays back down.
âShould I really call him?â You lean your head back on your chair, lacing your fingers together on your lap. âWhat if he hates me, Chanhee?â
âTrust me, Y/N,â Chanhee exhales heavily, âthat man does not hate you.â
âBut how do you know that?â You ask. âIf he told you that, he could be lying to you!â
âGirl,â Chanhee throws his phone down onto your mattress and sits up straight. âIf a man hates you, he is not going to jack off at 3 in the goddamn morningâ with his frat brothers in the other room that connects to his bathroom, mind youâ to the thought of you. Trust me. He doesnât hate you.â
âYou donâtâ Iâm sorry, what?â Your eyes are bugging out of your head and Chanhee grimaces in a way that tells you that he was not supposed to tell you that.Â
âOopsâŠâÂ
âWhat do you mean heâ Chanhee, what are you talking about?â Chanhee is already rising from your bed, grabbing his laptop, and sliding his shoes on.
âI think itâs time for me to get out of here,â he tells you with a tight smile on his face. He comes toward you though, holding the flier in his hand. âBut, I really think you should call this number. Could really help you both, I think.âÂ
When the door shuts behind your classmate, you sit in silence for a moment. A few moments, really, just holding the first flier that Juyeon ever gave you in your hand. Thereâs a little bit of water damage from the flooding, but the number in the middle of the page is still there. Itâs almost ironic that Juyeonâs phone number is the only part of the advertisement that isnât ruined, like something was telling you that you needed to call Juyeon.Â
Your phone rings once, then twice, and you hear the line click on the other side.
âThank you for calling College Hunks, what junk can we haul for you today?â
It takes Juyeon a little over an hour to get to your apartment. By that point, youâd gathered anything that you didnât want into trash bags and set them in your living room. Each bag is organized to an extent. Things to be recycled, to be donated, or just thrown away. Most of the items that needed to be thrown away were damaged when your apartment building flooded, each damaged beyond repair. Almost like fate, isnât it?
Thereâs a knock on your door. One, two, three. Your hands are shaking a bit when you grab the door handle. One, two, thâ
You practically rip the door open before Juyeon can finish knocking. Heâs standing there, wide-eyed with his mouth hanging open. The outfit heâs wearing is the same as the day he first showed up at your door. White tank top, cargo pants, and some worn-out sneakers. For once, his hair isnât styled. Heâs parted it down the middle, a little bit of gel used to keep it from falling into his face too much.Â
âHi,â you breathe out. Itâs like Juyeon is stuck in a trance, his hand still frozen mid-knock and his mouth opening and closing like a damn fish. âYouâ do you want to come in?â Juyeon blinks.Â
âUhâŠyeah, yeah sure.â You step to the side, allowing him to walk into your apartment. Itâs awkward, to say the least. When you shut your door, the click makes both of you flinch and suddenly youâve forgotten everything that you wanted to say to him.Â
âIs thisââ Juyeonâs voice cracks a little bit, and he turns to face you but he doesnât look you in the eye. âIs this everything?âÂ
âYeah,â you nod, âyeah it is. Needed to get rid of some stuff after the building flooded, you know?â You laugh, but he doesnât and youâre quick to shut your mouth. Say something, dammit. Anything. Your mind is screaming, whether at you or Juyeon you arenât entirely sure. âJuyeon, can we taââÂ
âI should get started then,â he cuts you off and you grimace. âGot a couple of appointments today, so I canât linger for long.â
âRightâŠâ your voice trails off. âYeah, Iâll get out of your way then.â
Plan A is a bust, then.Â
Juyeon moves quickly. You donât know if itâs work ethic or if he wants to get away from you as fast as possible, but it stings. You donât say anything to each other the whole time, not that you staying in your bedroom the whole time did anything to help the situation. You can hear him moving around, carrying bag after bag down to his car, but not once does he come to talk to you. Not even about the junk heâs carrying out.Â
Your forehead is against your desk, your eyes shut tightly as you try to block out the noise, knowing that heâll be carrying out the last bag soon. The sound of your feet tapping on the ground is almost enough to drown out Juyeon, but not quite enough to drown out the knocking at your bedroom door.Â
Your head snaps up, and you spin around to face Juyeon.Â
âHi,â he gives you a tight smile. âI justâ I brought out the last bag so I guessâ I guess I should go, huh?âÂ
Donât, you want to tell him, donât leave yet.
âYeah, I guess so.â You stand up and clear your throat. âHere, whatâs your Venmo? I can send you some money.â
Juyeon shakes his head. âI already told you that you donât have to pay me.âÂ
âYeah, you did,â you agree. âBut Iâd feel bad if I let you leave empty-handed.âÂ
âIâm not leaving emptyhanded, though!â He argues. âI have your junk! Which, surprisingly, all fit into the trunk of my car.â
âGo you,â you cheer halfheartedly. âThatâs not gonna stop me from paying you.â
âPretty girl,â he warns. âIâm not gonna let you pay me.â
âThen Iâll get Chanhee to tell me your Venmo.â You grin and Juyeon rolls his eyes.Â
âYouâre not gonna let this go, will you?â
âNope,â you let the sound of the p pop when you say it and Juyeon lets out a dry laugh.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me, you know that right?âÂ
âThatâs the plan.â you look at him, and this time heâs looking right back at you. The awkward air has cleared, and it almost feels normal. Like it was prior to the kiss. God, please let Plan B work. âAre you gonna tell me what your account is, or am I gonna have to find some other way to pay you?âÂ
Thereâs a spark of something in Juyeonâs eyes, and his eyebrows knit together. Please get it, please get it, please get it. Câmon Juyeon, donât be dense.
âSome other way?â He echoes, and you mentally cheer when he steps toward you.Â
âMhm!â You bob your head. âLike you said, there are other ways to pay you, arenât there?âÂ
Heâs right in front of you now, and you swear you see him start to reach for you before heâs forcing his hands back down to his sides.Â
âYouâre notââ he inhales and squeezes his eyes shut. âPlease tell me Iâm not misinterpreting this.âÂ
âDepends on what you think Iâm saying.â You smirk, and Juyeon starts to lean down, his eyes flitting from your eyes to your lips.Â
âWhat I think youâre offering,â he speaks slowly and you can feel his breath on your lips. âIs not exactlyâŠappropriate, pretty girl.â
âAnd I think youâre right.â Youâre practically whispering, every movement from your mouth causes your lips to brush against his and youâre so close to caving and just yanking him down to crush his lips against yours.Â
Thankfully, Juyeon moves fast and heâs grabbing you by the waist to yank you to him and your hands are in his hair by the time his lips are on your.Â
This kiss is heavier than the first. Itâs messier and sloppier and his tongue is in your mouth, pushing at yours and licking at every nook and cranny that he can reach. You walk him backward to your bed. You donât separate your mouths, not when you push him down onto your mattress, not when you sit on his lap with your legs on either side of him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving little crescents indented into his skin.Â
Juyeon groans at the stinging feeling, sliding his hands under your shirt and gently pushing it up. He does it slowly, giving you time to stop him, but you get impatient and shove him back until heâs lying down. His hands are still on your waist, and heâs watching with a hazy gaze as you lift your shirt over your head and throw it somewhere across the room.Â
âShit, pretty girl,â he breathes out and tries to slide his hands up to your chest. Youâre smirking when you slap his hands away.Â
âNo touching yet,â you tell him and he groans in response.Â
âYou canât just do this and not let me touch you!â He whines. âItâs not fair!âÂ
âYou shouldâve thought about that before you ignored me for a week,â you retort and he falls silent. âItâs fine, though. Iâll just get you back with this.â Your hands reach behind your back and you swiftly unclip your bra and throw that in the direction youâd thrown your shirt in. Juyeonâs hands lurch up to touch you again but youâre faster, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down to his sides with a click of your tongue.
âY/N please,â Juyeon begs, his breath hitching in his throat when you leave him completely, and he can only watch as you unbutton your jeans and tug the rest of your clothing off. Heâs practically drooling as he sits up, watching you undress for him. He watches you walk to your dresser, digging through your drawers for a moment before returning with a long piece of silk. âOh, youâve gotta be fucking joking.âÂ
You laugh at his reaction and toss the silk onto the mattress behind him.Â
âWhy would I be joking, Juyeon?â You stand between his legs, and you grin when he doesnât even try to touch you this time. You can see the tent in his cargo pants and let your hands trace up and down his thighs. âTake off your shirt for me?âÂ
Thereâs a dangerous look in your eye, one that Juyeon canât find himself wanting to disobey and heâs lifting his shirt over his head without a second thought. Your eyes widen ever so slightly and Juyeon canât help but smirk. He knows heâs attractive, knows that his body catches peopleâs attention and heâs proud of that.Â
With you, however, thereâs something different about how you look at him. Something primal, like a predator looking at her prey and he shifts in his spot.Â
âPants too.â He nods and rises to his feet again, tensing when you raise your hands. âWhat are you stopping for? Get moving, donât you have other appointments to get to?â Your hands are tracing the lines of his abs, feeling the way he flinches at your touch. You continue to trace his body as he bends down to lower his pants and boxers to the ground. Your hands raise to the backs of his shoulders, to the back of his neck, and let them slip down to his pecs when he stands straight again.Â
You almost let yourself falter when you see his cock for the first time. Itâs big, bigger than any youâve taken in the past, and you canât help but imagine what heâd looked like when he was thinking of you. Did he look as messy as he does now, eyes practically crazed, his breathing labored as he fisted himself? Did he watch himself in the mirror, imagining it was your hand instead of his own?Â
âSo pretty, baby.â You breathe out, letting your hand drop down to wrap around his cock. He sucks in a breath, letting it out when he whines at the feeling of you running your hand up and down, squeezing at the base, and rubbing your thumb along the tip. âSo pretty.âÂ
You push him back again, releasing him from your grasp and following him as he slides up your bed. You take the silk in your hand, gesturing for him to put his hands above his head, tying the silk tightly around his wrists so he canât get loose. Juyeon lets out another broken whine when you straddle him, running your fingers over your core and gathering the wetness on your fingers. You allow yourself to moan quietly, gauging Juyeonâs reaction to you touching yourself. Heâs staring with his mouth hanging open, his cock twitching against his abdomen as he watches you sink two fingers into your core. He whines when your body shudders against him, when you curl your fingers up into you.Â
âIs this what you think about, Juyeon?â You try your best to keep your voice steady when you speak. âDo you think about this when you touch yourself? When you lock yourself in the bathroom, jacking off to the thought of me like some little virgin?â He doesnât respond, too lost in the sight of you riding your own hand.Â
He doesnât see you reach your free hand up, gasping when he feels you squeeze your fingers around his throat. Not too tightly, but enough to get his attention back on you.Â
âI asked you a question, baby.â You pull your fingers out of your dripping pussy, gazing at the arousal covering your hand and humming in thought. âI guess I should give a reason to not answer, shouldnât I?â
âPlease,â Juyeon whispers out, and you smile when you raise your fingers to his mouth.Â
âGo on then,â you tell him, âsuck.âÂ
His head lurches forward, taking your fingers into his mouth and moaning at the taste of you. He runs his tongue along your fingers, and you inhale sharply, your eyelids drooping when he tries to open his eyes, trying to watch and gauge your reaction.Â
âCleaninâ me up good, hm?â You pull your fingers from his mouth and Juyeon takes this time to catch his breath, to gather himself. You donât give him long though, no more than a few moments before youâre grabbing his cock in your dainty hand and lining it up with your pussy.Â
âFuck,â Juyeon throws his head back, his hands curling into fists, and groaning as you sink down on him. Your walls are squeezing so tightly around him, and he knows it has to be a stretch for you but you act as if it was nothing for you, as if he didnât hit that sweet spot inside of you just by you sinking down on him. You let your eyes drift shut, fighting back the urge to start riding him until he has nothing left to give you. You can feel him twitching inside of you, knowing that heâs close just from your warm walls squeezing around him. âFuck, pretty girl, please.â
âPlease what, baby?â You coo, the hand on his throat squeezing gently. He whines and you grin. âUse those words, pretty boy. You can do it.â
âLet me fuck you,â he gasps out and you let out a yelp when he thrusts his hips up and sends you falling over his body.Â
Your breasts are in his face now, and he doesnât give you the chance to do anything before heâs bringing his arms down and trapping you against him as best he can. He thrusts his hips up, driving his cock into you at a pace that you couldnât keep up with if you tried. He reaches his head up, his teeth latching onto one of your nipples and practically forcing you to follow him as he brings his head back down. Juyeon sucks at your breast, pinning your chest against his face with his arms that heâs brought to rest between your shoulder blades. Every one of his thrusts sends you up his body, but he does his damn best to keep you in place, sucking and licking and biting at both of your tits, groaning every time your cunt clenches around him.Â
You feel like you canât breathe, the air being punched out of you in broken moans and pitched whines. Juyeon is in about the same state as you, the noises heâs letting out are louder than yours, more frequent, and it brings a fresh wave of arousal washing over you.Â
âAre you close, pretty boy?â You gasp out. âGonnaâ gonna cum for me?âÂ
âFuck, yes,â He throws his head back, his hips stuttering against yours. You bring one of your hands down to your clit, rubbing furious circles into it, letting your walls flutter around him and drawing both of you closer to your orgasms.Â
When you cum, it has you seeing stars. Your orgasm has you crying out his name, has you clenching around him so tightly that heâs finishing not long after you. You sink your body back, rolling your hips gently over his and placing a firm kiss on his lips. Your tongue pushes into his mouth, swallowing the sounds he makes as he pumps white hot cum into your core. Itâs less of a kiss this time, though, and more teeth gnashing together and biting at each otherâs lips.Â
His hips slow down after a minute or two, and you let your body relax against his, reaching up to untie the silk around his wrists.Â
âFucking finally,â he groans and lets his hands roam your sweaty body. âThought I was gonna die if you kept me tied up any longer.â You laugh, letting your head drop to his chest.Â
âThatâs what you get for making me wait.â
âYeah, whatever,â he rolls his eyes at you. âAnd you called me a try-hard.â
âBecause you are, Juyeon.â You roll off of him, staring at your ceiling while you lay next to him on your mattress.
âWhatever you say, pretty girl,â he rolls his head to look at you with a cheeky grin on his face.Â
âWhy are you smiling like that?â Your eyebrows knit together. He just keeps smiling. âWhat, stripper boy.â
âYou know what all this means, right?â You shrug.
âThat I have to go to all your parties now or youâre gonna hunt me down?â He laughs and you smile a bit.
âThat, and I get to call you my girlfriend.â
âI never agreed to that.â You deny, turning on your side and facing him fully.Â
âSure you did! It was at the very bottom of the flier I gave you.â He tells you.
âNo, it wasnât.â You frown.
âYeah, it was!â He sits up, reaching for the second flier he gave you that had been placed on your bedside table. âSee? Right there at the bottom in tiny font that I knew you wouldnât pay attention to!â You squint at the words heâs pointing at and let out a scoff.
âSeriously, stripper boy? If your name is Y/N L/N and you redeem this offer, you are legally obligated to become Lee Juyeonâs boyfriend, whether you like it or not. Xoxo.â You push the paper back into his hands. "When did you even put this on there? We hardly knew each other when you gave me this flier."
âI told you!â He beams and lays back down. âYouâre my girlfriend now.â
"Cute, but that doesn't answer my question, stripper boy." He digs his fingers into your side, pulling you closer to him, and grins.
"Does it matter?"
"I mean...I guess not?"
"Exactly."
âDoes this mean that when we break up, I get half of all your assets?â He glares at you playfully.
âFuck, no.â
âDamnâŠâ you sigh and lay down with your head on his chest. âI guess Iâll have to put up with you for life then, huh?â
âMhm.â He cards his hands through your hair, gently combing through the knots. âYou excited to spend the next 75 years with me, girlfriend?â
âNot at all, boyfriend.â
âYes, you are.â
ââŠTry-hard.â
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WONWOO & JEONGHAN DICON 4-Cut Film
Who needs one too?
passenger princess jihoon who is obsesed with you driving places because he doesn't have a license and doesn't want one, because why should he go through the trouble when he has you
he doesn't care that his friends make fun of him because they just don't get it. they're the ones missing out because when they have to drive everywhere alone, he gets to spend time with you with your hand on his thigh and your voice singing along to the radio
to jihoon there's nothing better than sitting shotgun in your old, hand-me-down car that has definitely seen its better days. the air condition works only half the time and the lining on the roof is in terrible shape, but the radio works well so you donât dare trade it in even though itâs pushing 300,000 miles. the car has been reliable through thick and thin though, and everytime jihoon sees it pull up to his place a smile spreads on his face
the best part about sitting in your passenger seat is jihoon has the perfect view to look over at you while youâre driving. you always look most beautiful when the sun is starting to set and the golden light basks over your skin through the windows. every once in a while youâll catch jihoon staring at you and you shoot him a blinding smile that makes jihoonâs heart flutter
"hoon-ah" you say to the boy "i have to get gas, do you want a drink or something?"
"a coke please"
that's another good part about you driving him around, it allows you to dote on him even more than you already do, and jihoon loves it. he loves being able to sit comfortably in the car while you pump gas and he loves when you offer to get him a drink and he loves that the only thing he has to do is be in charge of the music
so what if he's spoiled? you don't mind it and in turn you get to spend a little more time with your boyfriend and that's as good as it can get