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Desiderium | Lee Donghyuck

⇢ Word Count: 4.9k

⇢ Category: ghost!hyuck, pure angst

⇢ Warnings: mentions of death, car accident

⇢ Song Rec: Blue Leaves - Sóley

⇢ Synopsis: You see him in the same spot every Tuesday on your way home. He looks like he’s waiting, but he never gets on the bus. In which you meet Donghyuck when it’s already too late, and you don’t have time to wait with him.

desiderium • an ardent desire or longing; especially, a feeling  of loss or grief for something lost       

He sits on the bench where your bus stops at noon every Tuesday. He’s there every week, watching as the rain falls overhead. His hair is a soft, chestnut brown, and his skin is the color of the honey your grandmother likes to drizzle on her toast on dewy summer mornings. He looks neither sad nor happy, wearing the same expression as the people who sit too close to him, waiting for something that comes too late, or not at all.

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If your fic is 1000 words long, you can’t tag it slow burn. It’s not slow burn. That is a matchstick. And this is my personal bias here but if those motherfuckers you’re writing experience significant forward momentum in their relationship in under 5k words, then that is just a regular old burn. Slow burn should be borderline intolerable and a mistake to start reading at 2 in the morning.

Flower Masterpost

; Hoseok x Reader

; Genre: Fluff, angst, smut

; Warnings: Depression, anxiety, self-loathing, lack of self-esteem, oral sex (receiving and giving), penetrative sex, fingering, kink exploration, anal, bondage, blindfold

; Synopsis: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

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[16:12] NSFW CONTENT!!

the door is forced open as jaehyun’s lips meet yours, his fingers nimbly undoing the button on your jeans with a swift flick of his thumb, your own hands throwing your meagre belongings - wallet, phone, keys - in the vague direction of his bed so you can twist your hands into his shirt, holding him close. you smile into his mouth when you feel him slowly tug the zipper down, “jaehyun. faster, come on.”

he detaches his lips from yours, pulling back to look at you, an eyebrow raised and a smirk playing on his lips, “damn, haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already starting on the dirty talk.”

you roll your eyes and pull him back against you by his jacket, tugging him harshly and then proceeding to push the sides of his jacket from his shoulders, allowing him to do the rest of the work in discarding the material. quickly, you’re both panting, and the sound of you breathlessly kissing him is enough to cause the tent in his pants to grow a little bigger.

“how was your day?” he mumbles into your mouth, his tongue brushing over yours. it wasn’t unsual for him to ask you about your day, considering most of the time you saw him you ended up at least making out, but something about his interest makes you smile a little. he walks you backwards, his hands on your waist, letting you fall back onto his bed when your knees hit the edge of it. you laugh at your own clumsiness, and the sound of your joy makes jaehyun smile too, his eyes sparkling. there was something satisfying about seeing you on his bed. sure, you’d hooked up before; in bathrooms, strangers houses, once at the university library - but never in a bedroom. never in his bedroom. god, he was not supposed to be enjoying this as much as he was.

this was evidently not the first time you two had hooked up, nor was it the second. or the third, for that matter. but every time with Jaehyun was electric; shocking, new, exciting, sending waves through your entire body. though maybe it was less so the sex as it was just Jaehyun; you couldn’t be entirely sure, as recently the two things had begun to come hand in hand.

“fine,” you smile against his lips, your jeans now lay discarded on the floor, alongside jaehyun’s shirt. jaehyun continues kissing you, climbing on top of you and nibbling slightly on your bottom lip, letting out a breathy groan when he feels your hands sliding from his shoulders down his torso to his stomach and eventually to his belt. “slept in and then studied for a bit.”

he pauses his movements against your lips, hovering above you, to look down at your hands tracing lightly across the metal of his belt, and when you lean up to kiss his neck, his eyes close briefly at the feeling of your lips against his skin, rendering him completely oblivious to the way you slide his belt from his pants. “sounds - mm, sounds like a productive day.”

your hands hover over the zipper on his jeans, but he’s quick to act; his hand now gliding over the soft skin of your stomach under your shirt, causing the hem of your top to lift up as he begins to suck small bruises against your neck. it was something he always did when you hooked up; leaving little red and purple marks across your neck, showing anyone who cared that you had someone, that you didn’t need anyone else to take you home, that you had a boyfriend. but jaehyun wasn’t your boyfriend. and there was a very good reason for that. “how was yours?”

the ache between your legs continues to grow for him, the familiar feeling of wetness making itself apparent as his hands move ever so slowly down from your stomach. in retaliation, you decide to tease him as well, letting your hands dance across his body, rolling your palm down his stomach at the same pace his hand moves across your own flushed skin. he groans into your neck when you finally unbutton his jeans, your hand accidentally applying pressure as you tug his jeans down. he stands up at the end of his bed to remove them, “about to get a lot better, not gonna lie.” he laughs slightly, and your eyes drift down slightly to his stomach, his abdominal muscles clenching as he chuckles. it seriously wasn’t fair how attractive he was. even if this was supposed to be casual, you can’t help but grin up at him, and he’s about to situate himself above you again when your phone begins ringing.

startled, and suddenly remembering the promise you made to tutor your best friend at your favourite cafe this afternoon, you sit up, frantically reaching for your phone to answer. jaehyun’s eyes widen at your sudden movement, before he looks on in concern as you reach across his bed to find where you had previously thrown your phone. when you finally manage to grab it and swipe to answer, you hold you hand over the microphone briefly, panic on your face as you mouth, “it’s your brother.“

jaehyun raises his eyebrows, nodding at you in understanding as you hold the phone up to your ear and put your hand on your forehead, annoyed that you had forgotten your promise, "jaemin? hey!”

“y/n, where are you? I got caught up at my tutorial and I have to run home and grab my books. I might be there a little late today.” you heave a sigh of relief at his words, and even though Jaehyun can’t hear what his brother is saying on the phone, he can tell from your reaction that you’re no longer stressed about having to leave.

“that’s okay, jaems,” you smile, and jaehyun returns it, his hands coming to your thighs as he drops to kneel in front of you. his once innocent smile now begins to morph into that of a devilish one, as he rests his cheek against the inside of your knee, his lips brushing against your thigh softly. “do you want to meet in about half an hour?”

“30 minutes?” jaehyun mouths at you, one eyebrow raised in question. you roll your eyes and lightly push his head away from you.

“okay, that works for me.”

when jaemin begins telling you about his tutorial disaster, and why he was running late, you don’t notice jaehyun leaning in, his lips kissing the waistline of your underwear, only the thin material separating him from where you needed him most. he smirks at your intake of breath, at the way you clench your eyes shut while humming in agreement to something jaemin said on the other end of the line. you try to close your legs slightly, but his hands easily pull them apart again.

“honestly, if jeno hadn’t asked so many questions, we probably could have left three hours ago,” jaemin laughs, but you find it hard to concentrate when jaehyun’s hand presses against your stomach, and he smiles slightly at the way you so easily fall onto your back on the plush bed at his touch. you feel his fingers on the sides of your legs, sliding up to hook themselves into the waistband of your underwear, giving you plenty of time to push him away. but the hand that’s not holding the phone to your ear finds itself sliding into his hair, tugging lightly at the roots.

and that’s enough for jaehyun to pull them down, leaning over you to kiss the skin that had previously been covered. your eyes close in anticipation, “wow, that’s so annoying.” at the end of your sentence, jaehyun dips his tongue between your lower lips, the tip of his tongue lightly brushing your clit, and you have to stop yourself from moaning the last word of your sentence. your eyes snap open as you sit up slightly to see him, and his eyes are already on you, his mouth hovering slightly above you, breath fanning warm air over your wet centre.

“I know right!” jaemin continues his story, somehow managing not to notice the occasional hums that were a little too deep for your normal voice. jaehyuns hands move to spread your legs, your clit now on full display as he stifles a groan, flattening his tongue and dragging it slowly from your hole to your clit, before flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves at a pace that was both too much and not enough.

you can feel your breath pick up in pace as your hand slides back into his hair, your back arching off the bed as he begins to lightly suck on your clit, groaning when you pull his hair a little too hard but simultaneously sending waves of pleasure through your body, your mouth falling opening in a soft whine, that you are barely able to cover with a cough.

“y/n?” jaemin stops his story. “are you sure you’re feeling okay? you sound like you’re in pain. we can postpone our session if you want.”

you laugh at his words, but jaehyun must not like this reaction, because his tongue, which had previously been circling your entrance, decided to slip into your clenching hole. you feel yourself rise from his bed, holding his head against you, “holy shit.” you can see the way jaehyun smirks against your heat, before burying his head a little deeper, his nose brushing against your swollen clit. “sorry, my stomach just really hurt for a m- ah!” you speak through gritted teeth as you fall back onto the bed, “can we postpone? I think I ate some bad seafood last night.”

you can practically see your best friend wincing as he walks, “oh my god, TMI. well, maybe tomorrow then? i’m almost home so I should go. ill text you later, y/n!”

you try not to shout a goodbye to jaemin before you hang up, dropping your phone to the side and threading your other hand through jaehyun’s hair, letting out a long, drawn out moan, “fuck, oh my go- fuck, jaehyun.” you paw at his head and he pulls back, and you almost moan at the sight of his face covered in your juices.

“didn’t think you’d be into that kind of phone sex,” he laughs, and you barely notice his hand coming to rest between your legs, his index finger circling your now dripping hole. “but holy shit, your moans.”

“shut up,” you groan, attempting to hide your face in his covers. he smiles and you feel his lips wrapping around your sensitive bud again and this time you don’t have to keep yourself quiet, so when his finger unexpectedly enters you, stretching you out deliciously, you don’t hesitate to moan out his name again.

he sucks at your clit like a man starved, curling his finger after a few pumps to brush the spot that has your back arching off the bed all over again, and you barely hear the chiming of your phone when you begin to feel the familiar tightening in your lower stomach.

“jaehyun,” you throw your head back, struggling to keep your eyes open as you feel it build. “I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna- fuck, jaehyun!”

with one sharp flick of his tongue, you’re thrown over the edge, your vision going white as you chant out a string of words that mostly include profanities and his name. he uses his finger to ride out your high, his lips pressing soothing kisses against the inside of your thigh as you come down.

you lay panting on his bed, breathless from your orgasm, before sitting up, “I cant believe you just ate me out while I was on the phone with your brother.”

he shrugs and you can see him shift uncomfortably, his hard-on straining against his jeans, when your phone chimes again. you reach to turn it on silent, and your mouth hangs open when you see the two texts there:

[16:24] jaems: sooo jaehyun had a girl over

[16:28] jaems: had to escape,, want me to bring you some soup or something?

your hand rests over your mouth as you look at jaehyun, “jaemin was here.”

jaehyun cant help but laugh as he sits up, looking down at your phone, “what? did he leave?”

“I think so,” you type back to him furiously, assuring him you’re eating fine and were just planning on sleeping for a bit.

“Well,” jaehyun looks at you under his lashes, his hand coming to rest on your thigh, his lips ghosting over your neck. “I can think of something we can do.” you look at him, then down at his pants, and smile, leaning in to press your lips against his again.

summary: jung jaehyun has the hands of a god and kisses like the devil. and you’re all but subject to him.

genre: college!au, fluff, smut?

wc: 3k

warnings: mature content, v suggestive, language

a/n: idk how to categorize this since its not a smut smut. honestly it’s a nonexistent plot-line w/ hella make-out and insinuations of sex, so uh just, idk, i warned you ok

“What are you doing here?” Your face contorts at the sight of your boyfriend standing—uninvited—at your door.

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