You and Jihoon started as roommates and naturally became best friends. After a breakup and a little too much wine, you become best friends who kiss, but there's no danger there... right?
Warnings: mention of a breakup, alcohol use, besties to besties with benies to lovers, jealous/possessive jihoon, depiction of a nightmare (lots of water involved but no drowning), appetite issues/food eating, hurt/comfort
Smut Warnings: dom!jihoon, dirty talk, manhandling, strength kink, dumbification, breast/nipple play, oral r. rec., fingerfucking, biting, multiple orgasms, piv sex, creampie, pet names (princess, good girl), allusions to f. masturbation, reader goes into subspace a lil
Reader Notes: sub, taller than Jihoon, has breasts and a vagina, gets carried by jihoon, on some form of birth control, crybaby, she's smart i swear being around jihoon just makes her dumb
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You and Jihoon have been roommates for three years and best friends for two and a half when It happens.
It's nearing midnight and most of the lights are off, the glare of the TV illuminating the room though it's been muted for the past hour. You're drunk on the couch and for once, Jihoon is drunk with you, helping you lament the shitty boyfriend you finally ditched.
Well, the shitty boyfriend who ditched you.
It stings that he was the one to end things, prickles to admit that maybe you had some hand in the crashing and burning of the relationship, but you still feel valid enough in his faults to complain to Jihoon about it on this dreary Friday night.
"We hadn't even kissed in like... weeks. And sex? I counted myself lucky he didn't seem interested, he was that disappointing," you bemoan, dropping your head on his shoulder and hugging his arm to your chest. Jihoon doesn't love physical contact, but you've worn him down and now, you're the only person he allows free reign.
You think he even likes it at this point, especially when he presses his cheek to your head and sighs, "Men are the worst."
"You're a man, Jihoon," you remind him, tilting your head up to glance at him, dislodging his cheek and making him look down at you.
"Yeah, but I don't count, do I?" He says sardonically, knocking his forehead against yours.
"I don't know anymore," you mumble. "I just miss kissing, and being touched, and-," you hiccup, though whether it's due to tears or to drink, you don't know. "And I miss someone loving me."
Your eyes are misty now, Jihoon's face blurry even though it's inches from yours.
"You know I love you, right?" He asks softly, and you try to smile through the tears, appreciative of him for attempting to make you feel better.
"Yeah, but not like that," you remind him, your eyes fluttering shut and your lips pouting.
"But I could kiss you like I do."
You peek one eye open, blinking away the saltwater in your eyes, not even flinching when he brings a hand up to wipe it away from your cheek.
