If there was one thing Hyunjin knew with all certainty it was that today's jyp exam had not gone the way he was hoping for. In fact, it might be the worst exam he had ever had the displeasure of taking. All he wanted now was to go to your house and spend the night with his head in your lap as you stroked his hair and told him it was going to be okay. It was his cure all for every shit day, nothing better than spending time with his best friend. On his way he stopped off at the grocery store, picking up mint chocolate chip ice cream for himself and your favourite candy.
When he arrived at your front door, he did what he always did, and let himself in. Except this time you weren't expecting him, at least not for another hour or so.
"Y/N?" He called out into the apartment , but wherever you were hiding, you obviously couldn't hear him. Hyunjin shrugged to himself and kicked off his shoes. He was sure you'd appear sooner or later. He headed into the kitchen to grab a spoon for his ice cream and that's when he heard you in the pantry.
You must've been on the phone to one of your other friends. Reception sucks where you live, but for some reason there is always just a little more signal in that cupboard. Hyunjin didn't mean to listen in. He was just going to grab his spoon and go. Then you said his name.
"Of course I like Hyunjin , but it's not that simple. He is my best friend I cant risk that because I might be a little be in love with him."
Hyunjins dramatic eyes widened at your admission, his mouth hanging open in disbelief, the small spoon falling to the floor The sound of metal hitting tile was deafening. There is no way you hadn't heard it. Quickly, he rushes into the living room. Just as he jumps over the back of the sofa you walk out of the pantry.
"Oh, jinie ... You're here." A blush creeps up your face as you refuse to make eye contact with your friend. It doesn't matter, the boy doesn't turn to face you, hoping to keep the matching blush on his own cheeks hidden. "Have you eaten?" You ask with the intention of moving on from your phone call. He supplies a small grunt in response and holds up the pint of ice cream. You understand the meaning immediately. Walking up behind him you immediately start to play with his hair.
For a moment he forgets what he just heard you say, leaning into your familiar affection. His eyes close and he lets out a small whimper when you tug at the roots a little.
"It's probably not as bad as you think Jinie ." You state although you have no way of knowing. He pulls forward out of your grasp and places his face in his hands for a moment. You take the opportunity to fetch the snack he brought you from the where it had been left in the kitchen. Returning quickly and sitting by his side. You pick up the remote and search for a movie that you know will take his mind off of his problem. As you set everything up the way he likes it, he looks at you for the first time since you got of the phone
He really looks at you.
He watches the little face you pull at the first bite of overly sweet candy, the way your hair falls a little messily, how your nose scrunches when you realise he is watching you.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask, cocking your head to the side.
"You like me?" immediately you feel the heat returning to your face. You pull a pillow from behind you and bury your face in it, holding it up by pulling you knees as tightly into your chest as you can.
"Crap, fuck, shit." You mumble profanities into the soft fabric for a moment, before Hyunjin manages to wangle it from your grasp. You hug your knees impossibly closer and force yourself to meet his gaze. You're not exactly sure what you were expecting his reaction to be... disgust? Pity? Anger? Instead you are met with what seems to be curiosity. He leans in closer resting his chin on your legs, his lips mere inches from your own.
"Y/N, I'm sorry I didn't mean to hear your call, and I definitely didn't mean to ask you outright like that... but do you like me?" his breath tickles your face. He smells just like the ice cream he had been eating. Instinctively you lean that little bit closer until your noses bump together and you recoil completely, placing some distance between you on the couch.
"I didn't mean for you to find out like that, I didn't really mean for you to find out at all. Look I'm sure my feeling swill fade nothing has to change." You rub your hand across the back of your neck and glance down sheepishly. Hyunjin uses this as an excuse to move back into your personal space. He has you pressed against the armrest now, no where to escape.
"What if I don't want your feelings to go away?" His tentatively presses his lips on to yours. In your shock you struggle to respond. Eyes going wide, hands flailing as you lose your balance and fall over the armrest with a thud. He springs to his feet to help you back of the floor.
"What did you do that for?" You glare up at him as he offers his hand to you.
"It seemed like the best way to tell you I like you too."
You take his hand, only to hit him on the chest when you are steady. Both of you're surprised by the little moan that escapes him.
"Do that again." He asks, sucking at his bottom lip.
"Do what again? Fall on my ass?" you look at him like he has gone insane.
"No, hit me." Now you're concerned he is the one who fell over and hit his head.
"Why do you want me to hit you? That really seems counterproductive after admitting I like you." Instead of answering he just kisses you again, this time more desperately, like he might explode if he isn't touching you. When you are struggling to breathe he pulls back.
"I... I want you to take care of me Y/N. Please I've wanted you for so long and now I know you want me too." His voice is whiny and quiet, you have to strain a little to hear the next words. "I want you to ruin me." It's a hard offer to turn down. You push him back on to the sofa and straddle his hips, suddenly very confident. You kiss along his chin until your lips reach is ear.
"Tell me how you want me to ruin you Jinie." He shivers as your warm breath tickles his earlobe.
"Any way, just please, please." It's then you grind down and feel how hard he is through his sweats.
"Okay, but remember you asked for this." Your hands glide from his shoulders to the waistband of his trousers as you slip on to your knees in front of him. He whimpers as you tease the fabric, lifting his hips to allow you to slip them off. His c*ck springs free from its confines and you are more than excited to find that it suits the rest of him.
Longer than average and a slight left lean, it was built for fun. And that is exactly what you had planned. You grasp him around the base and twist a little experimentally. His hips buck into your hand in response. Using your free hand you push back against his movements, forcing his hips to stay down.
"I thought you wanted me to ruin you, not ruin yourself?" You still your hand and raise an eyebrow at him.
"I'm sorry I'll stop, please keep going, please." You've barely started and yet it seems like he is already about to burst. Regardless you continue, dipping you head forward to take him into your mouth. You lick across his slit, collecting prec*m on your tongue. You make eye contact with him as you close your mouth, making a show out of swallowing his taste. He moans as his hands flinch, restraining himself clearly becoming more difficult.
"Come on, lets go to my room, I think it will help." You stand and hold your hand out to help him up. He kicks his sweats off of his ankles and follows you into the bedroom. You position him on the bed, stretching his arms up towards your headrest. The handcuffs let out a satisfying click as you pull them from their hiding place and attach one side to his left wrist. "Still okay?" you meet his eyes hesitating before attaching the second cuff.
"More than okay." He sighs out dreamily. You close the clap and shuffle back down to hiss leaking c*ck. This time there is no buffer, you open up your throat and force yourself as far down as you can, swallowing as close to the bottom of his length as your gag reflex allows. his thighs tense under your hands, you can tell he is close. Strangled noises and deep inhales are all he can manage as you drag your tongue along the underside on your way back up. After a couple of pumps you can hear the handcuff chains clanging against the bedframe as a warning. Before he can c*m you pull away.
He whimpers at the loss of contact and you bask in the knowledge that you could make him feel this needy. You slip out of your shorts and crawl up level with his face. Dipping down for a kiss before lining yourself up to him. You sink down slowly at first, so slow it's almost torture for you too, but the look on his face makes up for it. His eyes are screwed shut, lips white with the amount of pressure keeping them pursed together. You slide your hands up his biceps and towards his bound hands at the same pace as you lower yourself on to him, holding his hands as you bottom out.
Rocking carefully, you grind into him deliberately. With each movement you watch the reaction it elicits, fascinated with each new facial expression you discovered. He was so pretty like this. Black hair plastered to the sweat on his forehead, eyebrows creased in pleasure. It made you want to stop, freeze him like this. Every time you felt his thighs tense behind you, you stopped. Seeing him writhe at the loss of org*sm was enough to have your own high building in your core. Then you got a brilliant idea.
You started riding him harder, faster, chasing your own high more than his. Each forward motion pressed up against your cl*t in the best way. You barely noticed as he came for the first time, to wrapped up in your own pleasure now. He whimpered and whined as the over sensitivity set in but you kept grinding. Your org*sm hit so hard you almost couldn't keep yourself upright, having to bring your hands away from his and onto his chest in order to support yourself.
You open your eyes to find tears streaming down his cheeks. Immediately concerned you had taken it too farm, you carefully remove yourself from his lap, his d*ck already hard again.
"I'm sorry Hyunjin , I got carried away." You unlock the handcuffs, quickly checking his wrists before bringing your hands to rest on either side of his face. Using your thumbs to wipe away the tears, you lean in and litter kisses on his forehead. "Jinie? Are you okay? Do you need me to go get you some water? A bath? Anything? I'm sorry I should've stopped."
"Just one more kiss." He mumbles sleepily. He pouts and tilts his face in search of yours. You let out sigh of relief and oblige.
