đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : kim mingyu x afb.reader
youâve been in love with him since you met, and you realize your feeling possibly arenât one sided.
đ đđ§đŤđ(đŹ): romance, smut, mutual pining, friends to lovers
đđŽ(đŹ): nonidol
đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 4k
đđŤđ˘đ đ đđŤ đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: cussing, a tiny bit of body insecurities, mc is chubby
đŹđŚđŽđ đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ đŹ: unprotected sex, big dick mingyu, creampie, marking, p in v intercourse, sleepy sex, body worship, he is very handsy, nipple/breast play, nicknames: baby, honey (hers) Gyu, baby (his)
đŤđđđ˘đ§đ : 18+ nsfw
đđ§: thank you @supi-wupi for beta reading. This is another story that @aeristudios helped me figure out. I wanna shout for @haologram & @100vern for helping me figure out my banner. Divider by @/saradika-graphics.
đ§: snooze - sza | delicate - taylor swift | say - keshi
Sometimes your family is the people you choose. After moving away from home for college to start a new life you found your new "family." The family you built consist of Seokmin, his now wife Mina, Wonwoo, Junhui, and Soonyoung. You all went to college together and stayed in the city after.
Seokmin and Mina went on to get married, Wonwoo and Mingyu moved in together, and you, Junhui, and Soonyoung became roommates. You all made decent money, but living alone in the city would be too damn expensive.
You're pretty sure you've been in love with Mingyu since the first time you met him. You shared a class with him and Seokmin freshman year and instantly became friends. You're the one who actually introduced Seokmin and Mina. She was your freshman year roommate, who instantly became your best friend.
Outing with friends normally end you and Mingyu attached at the hip. None of your friends tend to have personal boundaries but things with Mingyu have always been different. Heâs always been extra clingy, when it comes to you.
Friday nights after work tend to be when the full friend group meets up. Mina recommended a soup spot on the upper side of town she wanted to try. Dinner was delicious and instead of heading home everyone is standing next to Mingyu and Seokmin's cars, hanging out.
You're leaning against the hood of Mingyuâs car. Heâs standing right next to you with his arm thrown over your shoulder.
Soonyoung and Seokmin are animatedly telling you a story about some drunken night they shared recently. Mina looks embarrassed as her husband talks about his drunk shenanigans. Junhui is standing next to Mina, laughing. Wonwoo is paying attention but he keeps glancing over at you and his roommate.
Mingyu mindlessly leans down and kisses the top of your head.
Mina leans against Seokmin's car and lets out a yawn. It's been a long day, the whole group worked today and it's pushing midnight now.
"Seokmin, your wife is tired." Mingyu says as he pulls you closer to him.
Seokmin stops moving his hands and turns his attention to his wife. "Is it time to go home?" Seokmin asked, sounding like a child who just was told itâs time to stop playing.
"I think so." Mina laughs.
"What are you doing tonight?"Mingyu asks looking down at you.
"She should be going to sleep." Junhui says walking toward you. "She's supposed to meet up with her sister for lunch tomorrow."
"Your sister is in town?" Wonwoo asks.
"Yeah, she kinda blindsided me today."
"Are you going alone?" Your relationship with your sister is good. Just sometimes she asks questions that are a little bit pushy. "Probably."
Mingyu nudges your side a little. "I'll go with you."
"That would be nice." The idea of having someone with you sounds perfect. At least Mingyu can be a buffer between you and your sister.
"I'll text you details." You say, pulling away from him.
Everyone starts giving their hugs goodbye. Mingyu avoids you until you're the last person. He walks over and wraps his arms around you, for a bear hug. Your entire body feels warm as he holds you close. You're well aware your roommates and Wonwoo are watching you both closely.
He pulls back and places a wet kiss on your forehead. "See you in the morning."
Heading home you take your time doing your nightly skincare routine. You listen as Soonyoung and Junhui are making a bunch of noise in the living room. You say goodnight to them before heading off to your room.
You hear both the boys bedroom doors close. You take this time to read some of the book youâve been trying to finish.
After finishing two chapters your phone lights up on the bed next to you. At first you think itâs one of your roommates talking about something. Instead youâre surprised to see see Mingyuâs name with a text alert.
1:32am Gyu: are you still awake?
1:33am honey: yes lol
1:33am Gyu: if I pick you up, would you come over and watch a movie?
1:34am honey: like right now?
1:34am Gyu: yes. I'll leave right now.
1:34am honey: I'm in my pajamas and I don't have a bra on.
1:35am Gyu: So what? Throw my hoodie on you stole from me and meet me outside in ten.
1:36am honey: okay. see you soon.
It's the middle of the night and if Junhui or Soonyoung hear you sneak out. If they find out you'll never live this down. Slowly you crawl out of bed, and start throwing stuff into a backpack to wear tomorrow. The last thing you need is to do the walk of shame in your pajamas.
Quietly you sneak out of your apartment. You rush downstairs. You find Mingyu waiting in his car outside. He looks so soft and gentle sitting there. He's dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, and hoodie that's zipped half way up. Below is his beautiful golden skin peaking out. He's clearly opted out of wearing a shirt underneath.
"Hi," you awkwardly say, closing the door behind you.
"Hi, honey." God you love he calls you that. According to him, it's because you're as sweet as honey.
"Do the boys know I'm stealing you away in the middle of the night."
"Nope."
He gives you a smile, he shifts the car into drive. He reaches over resting his hand on your soft thigh. "Does Wonwoo know I'm coming over?"
He let out a breathless laugh. "No, but he won't be surprised. He was shocked I didn't ask you to come home after dinner."
"Wonwoo sure likes to observe us, doesn't he?"
Mingyu gently squeezes your thigh, "you could say that. Wonwoo just wants us both happy."
"Happy?" You try not to focus on the feeling of his hand resting on your thigh.
"Spending time with you makes me happy." A warmth takes over you. It feels nice to have him confirm he at least has some sort of feelings for you. âI also like to think I make you happy.â
There is a small beat of silence. âYou do.â
Arriving at his and Wonwoo apartment, he grabs your hand the moment he's out of the car. He leads into the elevator, standing close to you, with his fingers still laced with yours.
Walking inside the apartment you immediately notice how quiet it is. You sit your backpack down on the floor next to the table the boys keep their keys on.
"Is Wonwoo going to be annoyed if we watch a movie right now?" You know Wonwoo is a night owl, but based on how quiet the apartment is, you think he might be asleep.
Mingyu let out a little laugh. "Wonwoo is busy getting laid. He's kinda seeing a girl, but hasn't told anyone. He literally left as soon as we got home tonight."
You wanna be annoyed Wonwoo is hiding a relationship from your friend group, but you don't blame him for keeping it on the down low. You love your friend group, but you're aware you all tend to be in each other's business all the time.
He releases your hand and kicks off his slides. He walks over and sits down on the couch. You're tempted to take off his hoodie, but you realize your pajamas don't cover much. You're suddenly very aware you're just in a tank top and small sleep shorts. You aren't wearing underwear or a bra underneath. Grabbing the remote he turns on Netflix and starts scrolling through. Slowly you move and sit down on the couch next to him. You put some distance between the two of you. You arenât exactly sure if he wants to cuddle, or just hangs out.
"Anything particular you want to watch?"
"I'm not picky." You reach and grab the blanket that's folded and sitting on the arm of the couch.
Mingyu spends about five minutes searching through Netflix before deciding on a romance movie. The movie starts and Mingyu immediately has his arm over your shoulder, holding you close. This isn't the first time you've leaned against him while watching a movie, but this feels different.
About twenty minutes into the movie Mingyu pulls away from you. "Can we cuddle?" He asks.
You thought you were cuddling, but clearly this isn't enough. "Yes."
He leans back and you take this as your sign to lean in close to him. His arm rests around you as your head rest against him. His hand rests on your soft side. His hand slowly runs up and down your side, helping you relax even more.
The whole time you're watching the movie, you aren't even paying attention. You're more focused on the way Mingyu is touching you. The longer you lay here, the harder it becomes to even slightly pay attention.
"You keep yawning, are you ready for bed?"
"I don't wanna go home."
"I didn't plan on taking you home. We can cuddle in my bed, if you're okay with that?"
"Yea, that would be nice."
Pulling away from him, he leads you down the small hallway towards his room. You glance at Wonwoo's door, wondering if he'll be coming home. You've been in Mingyu's room many times before. His space is very neat and organized. His unmade bed lets you know he was laying in bed before he texted you. Standing at the foot of his bed you glance over and see him unzip his hoodie. His beautiful golden skin is on display. He's left standing there in just a pair of god forsaken sweatpants that are sitting low on his hips, a clear sign heâs wearing nothing underneath.
He lets out a low groan, as he stretches. He looks over at you with sleepy eyes, and a crooked smile. "Are you going to take my hoodie off?"
"I'm pretty exposed if I do." Your thin camisole below does barely anything to cover your boobs. Your nipples are already hard, so they'll be extremely visible through your shirt.
"I won't complain." He crawls to one side of the bed. He lays in his side looking at you.
The room is silent for a moment, before you pull his hoodie off and toss it on the floor. Instinctively you tug at the bottom of your small shorts, hoping they at least cover you.
"God you're so hot." He says to himself louder then he planned.
Hearing him call you hot, does something to your confidence. You crawl into bed next to him. You lay on your side facing him. Reaching out you run your finger down the bridge of his nose.
"You're so pretty." You say without even thinking.
"You know since I met you, I liked you." He says causally.
"What do you mean?"
"Ever since we had that class together back in school, I've had a crush on you." Thats definitely not what you expected for him to say. You always thought your crush on him was unrequited for the longest time.
"Gyuâ"
"Yes, honey?"
"We've never even kissed sober." After being friends for basically a decade you have kissed most the people in your friend group drunk, some of them even sober. You and Junhui once made out to see what Soonyoung's reaction would be.
"We can change that." He leans in close. His nose brushes against yours.
"Mingyu are you sure?â
"I've never been more sure of anything in my life." He leans in pressing his lips to yours. The kiss starts out gentle. Mingyu moves his lips against yours slowly. His tongue drags across your bottom lips asking for permission.
His large hand rest on your cheek. Your lips move together as your tongues slide against each others. You moan into his mouth without meaning to.
He pulls back smiling. "That was better then I imagined." A huge smile pulls at your lips, you cover your face blushing. "You're so cute."
"Gyu."
"I hope you know, I'm going to want to kiss you all the time now." You would never say no to him kissing you. That single kiss you just shared, left your stomach filled with butterflies.
You let out a little yawn. It's like three in the morning at this point. You're absolutely exhausted but you can't get enough of him.
"Turn around baby, let me hold you." That's definitely a new nickname.
Laying in bed with him plastered behind you, you feel warm. His hand is resting on your soft stomach. Mindlessly he massages your tummy. You could get use to him hold you like this. This definitely isn't something normal friend do together.
"I've always wanted to do this." His voice is raspy as he speaks against your ear.
Mindlessly you push your back against his crotch. A low moan passes his lips. One hand grips your hip holding your ass against flush against him.
"Babyâ"
"I'm sorry." Your voice is just above a whisper.
"God, I want you in every way." Rolling your hips back, you feel his cock start to harden against your ass. "We're supposed to be sleeping." He teases.
Grabbing his hand your place it on your barely covered breast. "Would you prefer we sleep?"
"No." His fingers toy with your pert nipple. He rolls his crotch against you. His large hand massages your breast. "Your pajamas are killing me."
"You probably don't wanna hear I'm not wearing underwear."
He presses his lips against your shoulder. "Fuck." His hand crawls down your soft stomach. "Baby, can I touch you?"
"Fuck, please."
His fingers dip below the waist band of your sleep shorts. He slides his fingers through you already wet folds. A soft gasp passes your lips. You've the idea of him touching you like this for years. He focuses on your sensitive clit. Instinctually you lift your leg hooking it over his thigh to give him better access to your core.
Quite whimpers and moans pass your lips. He's playing you like a fiddle. It's clear he knows his way around a woman's body. He dips two fingers into your core. The heel of his hand rubs against your clit, as he pumps his finger in and out of you.
"Gyuâ" all the nerves in your body feel tense.
"Honey are you close?" Wordlessly you nod. Squeezing your eyes closed you're on the brink of falling part. He starts kissing your neck. Sensory overload kicks in, everything feels tense and suddenly the walls come crashing down. Your orgasm hits your hard. Your walls flutter around his fingers. He moans against your skin, rutting his cock against your ass.
"Can you go for more?" He asks.
"Please." You pull away enough to remove your shorts. Mingyu kicks off his sweats and throws them off the bed. "How do you want me?"
"Just like that." He lays back down on his side. You lay down in front of him again. He moves your leg so it's resting up on his. "Do I need a condom?"
"I'm in birth control and clean."
"I'm clean too." He slowly runs his very large lenght through your folds.
"Put it in." You push back against him.
He takes his time slowly pushing in, inch by inch. He's well aware he's large and you're going to need some time to adjust to his size. Reaching out you grip the sheet in front of you. The stretching feeling is absolutely intoxicating.
You squirm a little taking a moment to adjust to the pure size of him. No man you has ever been with, had been anywhere close to his size.
"You're so fucking tight." He groans.
"You're just huge."
He lets out a little laugh. "I can't get enough of you." His hand moves downs to where you're connected. He starts toying with your sensitive clit. You squirm a little again. "Baby, just relax."
"So big."
"If it hurts, we don't have to do this." He feels bad, he definitely should has made you came at least one more time before put it in.
"Just give me a minute. If you pull out, I'll cry." He can't help but smile at how desperate you sound.
Taking slow deep breaths you try to relax. You know as soon as your body gets used to the sheer size of him, you'll be absolutely cock drunk.
"It's the middle of the night, and this feels like a dream." Mingyu has quite literally been dreaming about this since college. He continues making lazy circles on your clit.
Pushing your hips back, you get a little bit of friction. You reach your pushing your top up, exposing your breast. With his other hand Mingyu starts playing with your breast.
"How are you feeling?" He asks.
"You can move. Just go slow."
He starts moving at a slow but deep pace. Mingyu has his hand touching anywhere he can possibly reach. With each deep thrust he's practically kissing your cervix. You wish you could back in time and pat your past self on the back for getting on birth control. The feeling of Mingyu completely bare inside you, feels incredible.
His cock curves up just enough, so that with his deep thrust he's touching just the right spot inside of you. With each thrust, he's brushing the spot inside of you, that has you seeing stars.
"Gyuâ"
"Baby."
"You're so big." You whine. You're pushing your hips back against his.
Rolling your head back, you search for his lips. Leaning forward he strains his neck to reach your mouth. This kiss is sloppy. You're both drunk on lust, and chasing your orgasms.
His hand grips your breast. He pinches your nipple, earning a moan.
"Close." It's going to take very little to push you over the edge.
"I'm gonna cum." He groans against your lips.
The muscles in your stomach tighten, your release is getting closer and closer. With each tug on your nipple your orgasm is in the brink of cracking the ice.
"Please cum for me." He begs. His thrust are getting sloppier. He's trying his hardest not to cum before you.
Everything tenses like the tide pulling back before the wave crashes down. Your walls flutter around his massive length like a heart beat. Your eyes practically roll back in your head. Your orgasm triggers his. He groan as he slams his hips into yours one, two, three times. He feels you to the brim with his release. He grinds his hips into yours, helping both you ride out your highs.
"I have wanted to do that forever." His words are soft and he sounds dazed.
"I'm going to be sore tomorrow." You say with a little laugh.
Mingyu has no desire to pull out of you. He plans on staying snug inside of you for as long as you'll let him. After a while Mingyu gets up just long enough to clean you both up. He pulls your naked body pressed up against him. He teases you, playing with your nipples. "Can you always not wear a bar?"
"Unfortunately I need to wear a bra when go out."
"That's a shame. How about when we have sleep overs, you don't wear one."
"Is this going to be a on going thing?"
"Absolutely. I was thinking our friend group could use another couple." You can't help but smile. The idea of being in a relationship with Mingyu, is a literal dream.
He wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him. You fall asleep like this, comfortably in his arms.
The bright morning light shining through the curtains wakes you. You're still very naked wrapped up in Mingyu's strong arms.
You slowly pull away from Mingyu, trying not to wake up your bed buddy. He stirs and give you a sleepy smile. "Are you running away from me?"
"No I just need to check my phone and use the restroom."
Grabbing Mingyu's hoodie off the floor your pull it on, and grab your little sleep shorts. Your outfit is a definite sign of what just unfolded between you and Mingyu. Walking into the living room you find your phone on the coffee table. You see a slew of missed calls and texts from your roommates. Maybe you should have left a note, telling them you were going out. Opening your roommate chat you're instantly flooded with new messages from both boys.
7:04am Soonyoung: Where the fuck are you?
7:45am Jun: dude look at her damn location!
7:47am Soonyoung: does your location say Mingyu and Wonwoo apartment?!
7:48am Jun: when the hell did you leave?
7:49am Soonyoung: oh my god they're FINALLY fucking.
7:55am Jun: our beloved roommate honey?! You have some explaining to do.
8:00am Soonyoung: you have until 10am before we start making phone calls to get answers. Don't test us. We will call Wonwoo.
Staring at your phone you're trying your hardest not to laugh. You should have know they would figure out you're with Mingyu.
9:32am honey: I'm fine, I'm with Mingyu.
9:33am Soonyoung: is it safe to say he fucked you?
9:33am Jun: she went to his house in the middle of the night. What do you think?
9:45am honey: I don't think you need to know what we did.
9:45am Soonyoung: He definitely put her through the mattress.
9:46am Jun: are you able to walk today?
9:47am Soonyoung: you've seen his dick, she's not walking today lol.
9:47am honey: when have you seen gyu's dick?
9:49am Soonyoung: when he went skinny dipping at Seokmin bachelor party lol.
9:50am Jun: when are you coming home?
9:52am honey: ya'll can chill out. I'll be home tonight.
9:53am Soonyoung: have fun getting dicked down some more lol.
The front door opens and in walks Wonwoo. He's still in his clothes from last night, and his fluffy hair is disheveled. "Well well well, look who spent the night."
"I'm not the only one who got laid." You narrow your eyes at him teasing him.
"TouchĂŠ." He sets his keys on the table next to the door. "I see Mingyu finally made a move."
"Yeah."
Mingyu walks out of his room in just a pair of tight, boxer-briefs. He scratches the back of his neck smiling. "Morning Wonwoo."
"So you guys clearly had sex?" Wonwoo says following Mingyu into the kitchen.
"Yep, we're together now." Mingyu says it so casually.
"I don't think anyone in the friend group is surprised."
It turns out they weren't. You and Mingyu went to lunch with your sister, where Mingyu proudly introduced himself as your boyfriend. By the time you got home, your whole friend group was aware of what had unfolded between you and Mingyu. Your huge friend group chat was blowing up. Mingyu and you sat in your room looking at your crazy group chat.
6:03pm Mina: how the hell am I last to know you two got together?
6:05pm Soonyoung: bro you and Seokmin are the only ones who don't live with one of them.
6:04pm Mina: how did my husband know before me?
6:05pm Jun: Soonyoung has a big mouth that's how.
6:07pm Wonwoo: I only know because I found honey in my living room basically naked.
6:07pm Seokmin: naked?!
6:08pm honey: I WASNT naked. I was in my pajamas.
6:09pm Gyu: she wasn't naked. Ya'll need to chill. We're together, like officially. Stop being weird about it.
Mingyu grabs your phone and locks it. He tossed both yours phones on the other side of the bed. "Turns out we're very official now."
You instantly smile. Leaning forward pressing your lips to his, for a heated kiss. "super official." You say between pecks.
Turns out that boy you met in college you fell in love with, was in love with you the whole time.
an: Iâm quite tempted to make a little series of connecting stories with this little friend group. Incase anyone was curious to what Wonwoo is up to in this story.
SUMMARY: you decide to go to the gynaecologist for a check up, but hadnât realised his inspection wouldâve been⌠through.
WARNINGS: fingering, f!receiving, bulge, this isnât how a gynaecologist should treat you ladies (unless heâs park sunghoon), mentions of hospitals, tried orgasm denial (and failed), lmk if more. STRANGELY PROOFREAD.
a/n: it took me so much to birth this itâs so embarrassing. anw itâs so funny how i dreamt this, woke up and just went on with my day đľâđŤ
You sat in the sterile waiting room of the gynecologist's wing in the hospital, your stomach twisting with a mix of anxiety and discomfort.
The dull ache between your legs had been nagging you for days, a persistent throb that made every step feel off-balance.
When the nurse called your name, you followed her down the hallway, your heart pounding as she lead you into the examination room.
The space was clinical and cold, with white walls, a sink in the corner, and that infamous chair with its stirrups waiting like an unwelcome invitation.
Dr. Park Sunghoon entered shortly after, his presence immediately commanding.
He was tall, with sharp features softened by a professional smile and thick black glasses, his white coat draped over broad shoulders.
His dark hair was neatly styled, and his eyes met yours as he reviewed your chart. âY/N, tell me about the discomfort,â he said, his voice smooth and reassuring, pulling up a stool beside the exam table.
You explain it awkwardly, the soreness, the unusual wetness, the way it flares up without warning and the missed periods.
He nodded thoughtfully, jotting down notes. âIt could be an infection or hormonal imbalance. We'll need to run some tests to check your vaginal fluids and cervical mucus for abnormalities. That includes collecting a sample of your arousal response, essentially, your natural lubrication and any ejaculation if it occurs during stimulation.â His tone remained matter-of-fact, but heat crept up your neck at the clinical phrasing.
âFor accuracy and to avoid contamination,â he continued, âI'll need to stimulate you manually. It's the safest way to gather everything without waste.â you swallowed hard, nodding despite the flutter of nerves in your chest.
He gestured toward the attached bathroom. âYou can remove your pants and underwear there, take your time to get comfortable mentally. I'll prepare the equipment.â
You followed his instruction and closed the door behind you.
Your fingers trembled slightly as you unbuttoned your jeans, sliding them down your hips along with your simple cotton panties.
The cool air kissed your bare skin, making your exposed pussy clench involuntarily.
You folded your clothes neatly on the sink counter, staring at your reflection in the mirror.
Your cheeks are already flushed, nipples hardening against the fabric of your shirt from the chill and the anticipation.
Your mind swirled with a mix of embarrassment and something darker, hotter, a curiosity about how his touch will feel.
Taking a deep breath, you wrapped yourself in the thin paper gown provided earlier, though it did little to cover your lower half once you were back in the exam room.
You pushed the bathroom door open and padded across the cold linoleum floor.
Dr. Sunghoon stood there, his white coat pristine, dark hair neatly styled, those sharp eyes behind his glasses watching you approach.
"Everything alright?" he asked, his voice smooth and professional, though there's a subtle warmth in it that makes your pulse quicken.
You noddd, avoiding his gaze as you climbed onto the table.
The paper crinkled beneath you, the surface hard and unforgiving against your bare ars.
He helped position your feet into the stirrups, your legs spreading wide, knees bent, exposing your most intimate parts to the cool air and his scrutiny.
Your pussy lips parted slightly with the movement, already feeling vulnerable, a faint slickness gathering from nerves alone.
He adjusted the light between your thighs, the beam warming your skin as it highlighted every fold, every inch of you.
"I'll start slowly," he said, snapping on a fresh pair of latex gloves.
The sound echoed like a promise. "Just relax and let me know if anything feels off. We're collecting your natural lubrication first, then stimulating to full arousal for the other sample. The tube here will suction any fluids directly."
Beside your spread thighs, a thin transparent tube hovered near your entrance, connected to a small collection container marked with measurement lines.
It was all so scientific, yet the setup made your clit throb faintly. Maybe you shouldnât have been watching role play porn.
He settled on the stool between your legs, his breath ghosting over your inner thighs as he leaned in close. You could smell his cologne, clean, and masculine and it made your mind spin.
His gloved fingers brushed your outer lips first, parting them gently to expose your core.
The touch was light, exploratory, sending a shiver up your spine. "You're a bit tense," he murmured, his eyes flicking up to meet yours. "Breathe for me."
You inhaled deeply, trying to steady yourself as he traced the edges of your folds, spreading the emerging wetness around.
His movements were deliberate, skilled, like he'd done this a thousand times, which he probably had, but never quite like this for you.
One finger circled your entrance, dipping just the tip inside, coating it in your juices before withdrawing. The tube hummed to life softly, the end positioned to catch the droplets that trickled from you.
He watched your face the whole time, noting every hitch in your breath, every subtle shift of your hips. "Good," he said, voice low. "Youâre responding well. Now, I'll go deeper to stimulate more production."
Slowly, he pressed one finger fully inside you, the intrusion slick and warm despite the glove.
Your walls clenched around the digit, pulling it in deeper as he crooked it just right, brushing that sensitive spot along your front wall.
A gasp escaped your lips, your hands gripping the edges of the table.
He was good⌠fuck, he was incredible. His thumb found your clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles that made e stars burst behind your eyelids.
Heat built rapidly, your pussy flooding with arousal, the tube sucking greedily at the excess that flooded out.
You tried to focus on the ceiling tiles, counting them to distract from the way his finger pumped in and out, adding a second one now, stretching you deliciously.
your thighs trembled in the stirrups, toes curling as pressure mounts low in your belly.
He could feel it, the way your inner muscles flutter, tightening around his fingers.
"Not yet," he warned, his tone firm but gentle, eyes locked on the container where your juices are slowly filling it. "Hold it in, Y/N. We need more before you climax, the sample won't be accurate if it's too little."
But Lord, it was impossible. His fingers twisted inside you, hitting that spot again and again, his thumb pressing harder on your swollen clit.
You bit your lip, trying to obey, but the pleasure crashed over you like a wave.
Your pussy spasmed wildly around his fingers, gushing more fluid as you shattered with a sharp cry that echoed off the walls âAhâ fuck!" The orgasm ripped through you, hips bucking against his hand, the tube capturing the surge of your release.
He didnât pull away immediately, letting you ride it out, his fingers still buried deep as your walls pulsed and milked them.
When the tremors subsided, he withdrew slowly, the glove glistening with your cum. You slumped back, chest heaving, mortified heat flooding your cheeks.
Dr. Sunghoon sighed, glancing at the container. It was only halfway to the line. "We almost had enough," he said, not angry, just matter-of-fact. "But you'll need to hold back next time. We'll start over and build it up gradually⌠can you manage that?"
You nodded weakly, still buzzing from the aftershocks. He discarded the used glove, snapping on a new one, and repositioned the tube.
His fingers returned, though your pussy is still drenched from before.
He slid in easier now, two fingers from the start, scissoring gently to open you up. "Focus on your breathing," he instructed, his free hand resting on your thigh, thumb stroking soothingly. "In through your nose, out through your mouth. Let the arousal build without chasing the peak, alright?â
It was torture and bliss combined. He worked you methodically, fingers curling and thrusting in a rhythm that was slower now and more controlled.
He avoided your clit for a while, letting the pressure simmer, your juices flowing steadily into the tube.
You clenched around him, trying to obey, whispering to yourself not to cum, not yet.
Sweat beaded on your forehead, your nipples aching against your shirt, begging for attention you can't give.
He watched the container fill, inch by inch, his expression focused, almost clinical, yet there was a subtle darkening in his eyes, a hitch in his breath when your pussy squeezed him particularly tight.
"Almost there," he murmured after what felt like an eternity of edging pleasure. "Just a little more. You're doing so well, Y/N.â
His praise sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your clit throbbing untouched.
When the fluid finally reached the marked line, he nodded in satisfaction. "Enough, good girl." His fingers started to withdraw, the sudden emptiness making you whine.
But you couldnât take it, the ache is too intense, your body screaming for release after being teased so expertly.
On instinct, your hand shot down, grabbing his wrist, holding his fingers inside you. "Please," you beg, voice husky and desperate. "Don't stop. At least... don't leave me like this. I need to cum."
He froze, eyes widening slightly behind his glasses, clearly taken aback.
For a moment, the room was silent save for your ragged breathing.
Then, something shifted in his gaze, surprise melting into something heated, unspoken. He hesitated, glancing at the door as if checking for interruptions, before nodding slowly. "Alright," he murmured, voice rougher now. "Just this once, to ensure your comfort."
His fingers plunged back in fully, no holding back this time. Sunghoon removed the suction tube and focused fully on you.
He added a third one, stretching your pussy wide, the burn mixing with ecstasy as he fucked you with them, hard and deep.
His thumb returned to your clit, rubbing furious circles that made your vision blur.
The wet squelch of your arousal echoed louder, your hips grinding up to meet his thrusts. "Fuck, yes," you moaned,, no longer caring about professionalism. Your walls clamped down, the orgasm building fast and fierce.
He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your thigh, "Let go for me," he whispered, the words slipping out, fueling your fire.
You shattered again, harder than before, crying out âMh⌠yes!" as your body convulsed squirting a fresh gush of fluid that the tube barely caught. Waves of pleasure crashed over you, leaving you limp and trembling, his fingers pumping through every pulse until you're spent.
Your hand was still gripping his waist, but as soon as you realised you removed it.
Finally, he eased them out, the glove soaked through. You caught your breath, eyes drifting down to his lap. There, beneath the white coat draped strategically, a prominent bulge strained against his pants, the outline of his hard cock clear, thick and insistent.
he shifted, adjusting the gown to hide it better, but the evidence was there, a testament to how much it had affected him too.
He cleared his throat, peeling off the gloves with deliberate slowness, disposing of them in the bin. "You can get dressed now," he said, turning away to give you a semblance of privacy, âTake your time."
You slid off the table on shaky legs, retrieving your clothes from the bathroom and dressing quickly, the fabric uncomfortable gainst your sensitive skin.
When you emerged, he was seated at his desk, the container sealed and labeled, his composure regained, but that bulge still lingered in your mind.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, pen poised over his clipboard. "Any pain or unusual sensations during the procedure?"
You shook your head, sinking into the chair opposite him "No, just... intense⌠I guess."
He nodded, jotting notes. "We'll analyze the samples and have results in a few days. In the meantime, avoid strenuous activity down there, and if the discomfort returns, call me directly."
His eyes met yours, lingering a beat too long, a subtle promise in the way he says your name. "You're free to go, Y/N. Take care."
Oh, but you were sure the image of him fingering you would keep you well taken care of at night.
synopsis: Inexperienced! Vernon doesn't know how he gets you into his bed - but you're about to make his dreams come true!
warning: mdni, 18+, inexperienced! Vernon, chubby! reader, face riding, thigh obsessed Vernon, tit obsessed Vernon, unprotected, cream pie, college! au
wc: 2.6k
A/N: guys! I don't think I'm sick anymore, woohoo!
Vernon must be dreaming.
Itâs the only explanation as to how he has you in his bed.
Youâre splayed out on his Star Wars covers, theyâre limited edition, and youâre barely covered in your clothing. Your pretty tits, he fantasises about in his Advanced Calculus class, are practically spilling from your top, and his mouth waters at the idea of them exposed to his hungry eyes. He knows he should be doing something, anything really, than standing there gobsmacked, but maybe thatâs what you expected when you knocked on his door tonight.
You had known about Vernon since freshman year, when he had helped your roommate fix her computer in ten minutes flat. He was the resident IT person in your year and was a cheap hire to get any electronics in your household fixed. You had watched him with curiosity as he sat on your green sofa, Min-heeâs laptop balanced on his lap as he typed away, adamantly avoiding any eye contact with any of the females in your dorm. Min-hee was standing next to you, whispering that she paid him in take-out pizza for the next four Saturdays, but you could only focus on his long fingers. You briefly thought about how lucky a woman would be if they had them playing on their body before he stood up, mumbling about being finished.
After that, you saw him here and there. Turns out, he was running in the same circles of friends as you. Seungkwan vouched for Dinoâs limited edition 24-carat gold labubu, saying that he was a sweet guy, just kept quiet and mostly to himself.
And if we were being honest, you knew he stared at you any time you happened to be in the mess hall at the same time. You could feel his gaze burn down your body when you walked with your friends to a free table to eat. But when you looked over at him, you could see his face heat up, seconds before he packed everything he had and practically bolted out of the building.
When you saw Mingyu a few days later, you were over this cat-and-mouse game. You both were sophomores now, and you had heard that quiet guys finished last, and you wanted to change that. You wanted to give Vernon a chance and see if the rumours about losers were true. And itâs how you got Mingyu, a guy you knew Vernon was friends with, to tell you where you could find him. Mingyu, the kind giant, didnât even question why you were asking about Vernon, and you really contemplated telling Mingyu he needed to be less trustworthy. Still, you ultimately decided that you could wait - you were on a mission.
Itâs not even thirty minutes later that you find Vernonâs dorm, which he shares with another guy named Joshua, whom you had seen at parties before. And you thought it would be Joshua who would answer the door when you knocked, but much to your fortune, it wasnât.
Vernon swings the door open like he didnât know you would be on the other side of it. Heâs wearing a muscle t-shirt and sweatpants that hang low on his toned hips. The sight has your eyebrows raising, used to him drowning in baggy clothes, and you give him your best smile.
Vernon blinked, blinked again, and again, all the neurons were firing in his brain, but nothing was computing when you stood before him. The glow of the dorm hallway left you glowing in front of the poor guy, and he dumbly parts his mouth, an intelligent, âyouâre not food-â left his mouth, and you couldnât help but laugh.
I mean, you could be.
âAre you going to invite me in?â You asked instead, eyelashes fluttering up at him as you smiled. Vernon flushes, and pathetically, his cock twitches at the attention he receives, and he quickly moves out of the way to let you in with a rushed apology.
Surprisingly, the dorm is clean, there is a guitar in the living room corner, architecture books on the coffee table, and a JJK flag of Gojo on the living room wall. It could be a lot worse.
âUh, is there- is there something I could do for you?â Vernon asks from behind you, and you easily twist on your heel to face him. You always thought he was handsome, and your lips curve into a knowing grin as you watch him appreciatively.
âActually, yes,â you hum and cock your head to take him in.
âOh! Youâre here for me to fix something?â Talking to someone pretty never went well for him, but fixing things was something he could do. He shifts gears and ambles down the hallway, gesturing for you to follow him. âFollow me, depending on what it is, all my tools are in my room.â
Nothing prepares you for his room. Star Wars bedsheets, figures displayed on his desk and bookshelves, and a Harry Potter wand gifted by his friend Dokyeom sat on his windowsill. It was a dorkâs dream room, and you donât hesitate as you take a seat on his bed, your thighs widening and riding your skirt up higher on your plush thighs. You catch Vernon staring at the exposed skin, and smirk as his cheeks redden.
âSo,â He drags the word out, trying to remember how to speak with you on his bed. âYou need me to fix something?â He asks and tries not to stare at your full breasts, stretching your tight top.
âOh yeah,â you give him a sweet smile and lean back on your palms that rest on his bed. You flutter your eyelashes at him, giving him a faux look of innocence. âI got an ache between my thighs. Do you think you could fix it?â
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Vernon's head spins, a low groan falling from his lips as his greedy hands map out the curves and dips of your body. He canât get enough, squeezing the soft squish of your tummy and sides, before cupping your full breasts with his big hands. His tongue licks a broad stroke down your neck before sucking a mark into the curve of your neck. Heâs got you lying on your back on top of his bed, your thighs spread open with his toned hips snug in between.
His hips roll mindlessly into your clothed-covered cunt, and your mouth parts for your sweet moans each time his cock bumps into your clit just right. His cock is hard and straining against his sweats, dragging along your puffy folds, and leaving your fat cunt tingling. He felt so good against your body, his grinding eager and erratic as he trailed sloppy kisses down your shoulder. âCan I- can I?â Heâs mumbling, pupils dilated as he looks at you. His lips are kiss-bitten from your previous make-out session, and he looks so fucked-out it brings another wave of arousal between your thighs.
âUse your words, Baby. What do you want?â You coo, his hair was dishevelled from your hands pulling on it, and his eyes were fogging up as you drag your nails down his back and sides, slowly.
âW-wanna see your pretty tits, please?â He sniffles, and heat warms his neck, cheeks and the tops of his ears. You push him up enough to discard your cute top and unclasp your bra, freeing your breasts to his ravenous gaze. And Vernonâs mouth waters. He doesnât hesitate to wrap his mouth around your taut nipple as his hand gropes your other one, lovingly. His tongue lapped, swirled and sucked the nub into his mouth, and he groaned when you let out a sigh, your head falling back as you arched your breasts up closer to his mouth.
He makes sure to give each full breast his undivided attention, his cock weeping heavy amounts of precum into his navy blue boxers. Once heâs satisfied with your pretty tits covered in his saliva and a few marks, his tongue licks a path down the valley of your breasts, his body sinking lower as he kisses every square inch of your plump figure.
His hands rub up and down your thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as his teeth nipped the skin above your belly button. When his eyes met yours again, you noticed they were glazed over as he blinked heavily towards you. Yearning swam in his stare.
He couldnât believe he was doing this. That you were underneath him, on his bed. Heâs had wet dreams about this, but nothing compared to the real thing. The warmth between your thighs made him groan, and his face lowered closer to your chubby cunt. His mouth salivated, and his hands groped your heavy thighs. âYouâre perfect,â he said. It was like he was saying it to himself, like he didnât care whether you heard it. He said it like a fact. âLove your thighs, love your pretty tits.â His mouth kissed and sucked on your inner thighs, giving them the same treatment he gave your breasts. His tongue slobbered your skin, and his teeth made your pussy clench around nothing.
His eyes were closed, his groans muffled in the fat of your thigh. His fingers inched up your hips, curling into the fabric of your pretty panties. âCan I? Wanna taste you,â Vernon whimpered, his kisses trailing higher on your thigh. He didnât have any experience, knowing only things from hentai and late-night searches on his laptop. So, when you lift your hips up enough to let him drag your panties down your legs, heâs a little awkward in his movements.
And thatâs when you take control.
âLie on your back,â you order, moving onto your knees while he eagerly obeys. His face flushed, creeping down his neck to the tops of his collarbones as he looked up at you. Youâre so beautiful, naked and kneeling over him, and his jaw slacks open in awe when you straddle his face. âIs this okay?â
Your thick thighs engulf the sides of his face, and your drooling cunt was inches from his mouth. He licked his lips, doing his best from not rolling his eyes to the back of his head in pleasure as he groaned. âFuck, yes, please-â his chest heaved, his cock twitched, and his hand had to hold his thick cock to stop from cumming untouched. âSit on my face, please.â
He didnât have to ask you twice. His tongue licked up your puffy, wet folds, one of his hands wrapping around your thigh as you moaned. Your hips rolled, dragging your pretty pussy across his mouth, and your moans grew louder. His nose bumped into your clit, and a new wave of slick from your cunt was licked keenly by Vernonâs tongue. He didnât know this was what he was missing out on until now. He didnât care for air; he just needed your thighs to squeeze his head tighter and your pretty pussy on his tongue. Any time you gave him space for air, he used it to lap at your thighs, worshipping the soft flesh and licking up any juices your cunt wept.
You honestly didnât know who was louder, you, your cunt, or Vernonâs groans. He swirled his tongue around your clit, sucking it into his mouth as you bucked your hips. Your hand curled into his hair while your other one pressed against his headboard. His mouth was sloppy, but as you grind down on his tongue, he made stars burst behind your eyelids. âYes, yes, just like that - so good fâme.â You sighed, your eyelashes fluttering close as your stomach grew warmer. Your orgasm drew closer with each swirl of his tongue - and as your whines grew louder, so did his confidence.
All your noises, he couldnât get enough. Each time he knew he had done something you liked, your body responded, and your moans grew louder. And before long, you were wound tight, chanting his name like a prayer when you finally reached your orgasm. And Vernon helped you through it, his tongue lapping everything you gave as you rode out every peak of your high.
When you finally escape his fervent mouth, you are gasping for breath. Your thighs shiver in the aftershocks while Vernonâs covered from the nose down with your sweet slick. He wastes no time crawling up your body with kisses. He kisses your inner ankle, up to your knee, as your pussy quivers in need. He looks devastingly handsome with dishevelled hair and hungry eyes. He takes his time to mark your twitching thighs before spreading them farther apart as he kisses up your stomach.
Once your legs hook over his toned hips, you realize his boxers are gone, and you can feel his cock weigh heavily between your thighs. For a moment, he lavishes your full breasts with kisses. He marks your pretty tits with bites and sucks until his tongue swirls around your nipples one at a time. He makes your head spin, your hand easily slipping between the two of you so you can grab his cock. He groans, his cock throbbing in your grasp, and when you guide him to your sopping entrance, his jaw drops.
Your thighs wrap around his waist, and the first few inches of his cock splitting you open has both of you groaning in pleasure. He moves slowly, the feeling of you wrapped around his thick cock, your gummy walls parting to make room for him. His swollen tip mazes through your gooey walls until his leaking tip smooches your cervix. And when your wet folds kiss his balls in greeting, he gasps.
Fuck, heâs going to cum.
Your pretty pussy slurps him even deeper, your nails dragging down his back once heâs balls deep. âOh fuck - y-youâre so big.â You gasp, you can feel the veins that run down his thick shaft, they pulse just like your walls throb around his length. And you feel Vernon's mouth along your breasts, his tongue heavy as he tries to last. He pushes your thighs to spread wider, his hands pushing your knees up with strength you didnât know he had. And it only turns you on more.
And Vernonâs in heaven, letting out deep, guttural groans as his heavy balls smack into your plush ass with resonating âplap, plap, plaps.â The tufts of hair at the base of his cock rub against your sensitive clit just right, and you cream a lovely ring around his shaft with each stroke he gives. âFeels so good,â He pants, vision blurring as he becomes pussy drunk. Your gummy walls slurp his cock deeper, and his eyes roll to the back of his head.
âBaby, tilt your hips up - oh! Just like that, mmph! Just like that!â Your head tilts back, your chest arching up as you cry out, and Vernonâs head dips to kiss along the valley of your breasts. His hips give short jabs, his thrusts growing erratic and messy as the tip of his thick cock smacks into your sweet spot over and over again. And before you know it, your pussy clenches around his cock deliciously. âNgh! V-Vernon!â
âOh my god,â Vernon grinds his hips deeper, the feeling of your warm cunt fluttering around him, pulling him over the edge. âS-squeezinâ me so tight, oh fuck, oh fuck!â His cock swells, and the only thought that runs through his head is how warm you were, how good you felt as his eyes roll back.
Itâs filthy how he shoots thick, hot spurts of cum into your chubby cunt. Itâs like he canât stop, his hips moving mindlessly as he overfills your pretty pussy with his seed until it seeps out in sticky wads of white.
And you must be fucked stupid, because over the thumps of your heart beating in your ears, you swear you hear him mumble, âbetter than a dream.â
As always, comments are super encouraging but any interactions are greatly appreciated!
thinking about nerdy!jake tutoring you cause you're doing not so great in your physics class but you can not just stop looking at his soft hair and his hands !! :/ what's he gotta do about that.... đđ
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SNYP.á your tutor only wants what's best for you... even if that means coming up with more innovative ways to get you to focus. fingering (f), orgasm denial, cockwarming, and finger sucking are mentioned in this piece of media. MDNI.á
NAVIGATION.á đi disappeared for a week! i've been so busy :< expect dragon riki, cowboy riki, and some ot7 posts from me soon though!
nerd!jake who has the prettiest smile and the kindest eyes⌠heâs absolutely adorable (and absolutely distracting).
nerd!jake who takes his time explaining each problem. jakeâs so soft spokenâhis voice is steady and calm as he points to an equation. of course, with his habit of speaking so quietly, itâs best he sit especially close⌠just to ensure youâre able to hear each solution and reasoning. âyou can hear me, canât you? iâll scoot closer.â he shuffles over in his chair.
nerd!jake who wonders if maybe he should get even closer, noticing how distracted you are. you hear him⌠but he can tell you arenât listening. your eyes are zoned in on his handsâveins flexing as he twirls his pen between two of his lengthy, dexterous digits.
nerd!jake, who, worried your biweekly tutoring sessions will go to waste, runs a concerned hand through his soft, fluffy hair. âwhyâd you stop talking?â you pique. his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he ponders just how to fully capture your attention⌠âiâm just thinking.â the physics test is next tuesday, and if you donât pass there isnât much hope for your grade.
nerd!jake who catches your gaze on his hands once more⌠this time, your eyes trail all the way up to his forearm. you examine the muscle of his arm with gaping lips and wide eyesâabsolutely enamored. drool practically pools at the corners of your lips as you lose yourself in thoughts of his fingers caressing your body. you try to shake the thought, but itâs too late. jake can read you like a book.
nerd!jake who comes up with the bright idea of stuffing his fingers into your cunt to keep you focused. âthis should help you focus,â he says plainly. âi want to help you pass, i know youâre smart, y/n.â his two digits only curl, nudging your gspot and coaxing the sweetest whimper heâs ever heard from your lips when you correctly answer a question. âi knew you could do it.â he grins.
nerd!jake who creates an incentive system for your tutoring sessions. if youâre really good? answering questions right, paying attention, keeping still while he fingers you⌠heâll tutor you from in between your thighs with his knees digging into the floor and his head shoved into your pussy. âmpf.. âtaste sâgood⌠yâknow the answer, right, baby?â heâll let your fingers tangle in the black locks of his hair and lap at your soaking cunt until you cream all over his glossy, plump lips. only if you get everything right, though.
need!jake who finds it extremely effective to occasionally deny your orgasm when youâre struggling with the subject. âwhy should i let you cum? that wouldnât be good for youâas your tutor, i canât reward your incorrectness, you know that, baby.â he tuts, clicking his tongue before removing his fingers from beneath your skirt.
nerd!jake whoâs not a total stick in the mud. he can be fun, so much fun. heâs not up tight all the time. on the weekend he might just let you sit with your legs straddling his waistâfacing him (obviously) so that you can play in his hair and suck his fingers while you keep his cock nice and warm. he reads off flash cards, letting you babble out the proper terms and vocabulary before shoving his finger back between your lips, whispering a, âgood girl.â heâs so laid back⌠totally. you donât even have to get all of them correct, 15/20 should be enough for him to let you to ride his dick. âyou deserve a treat, donât you?â his hands hold your waist firmly as he thrusts into you from beneath.
synopsis: in which your best friend finally stops pretending, and one confession ruins your oblivious friendship for good.
genre: best friends au
pairing: best friend!jake x oblivious!reader
warnings: jealous!jake, possessive!jake, touchy!jake, hard dom!jake, dub-con-ish, jake is strong, manhandling, groping, messy makeout, biting, tit play, oral (f.rec), spanking pussy + tits + ass, face slap, clit play, fingering, masterbation (m.), cock slapping? he cums on readers face, light bondage, unprotected p in v, creampie, some cuteness at the end to tie it all together!!
wc: 11.7k+
a/n: yall asked and yall have received. this one by a LANDSLIDE on the pole i put out a few days ago and lucky yall i was already like 3/4 done w this fic anyways. this is literally pure filth and i had sm fun writing this. bsf jake is literally what keeps me going istg. anywaysâŚhope yall enjoy! as always notes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated!!
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you're sitting cross-legged on jake's bed, a carton of pad thai balanced dangerously on your knee, ranting about your latest situationship like it's a normal tuesday night and not a personal attack on his blood pressure.
jake is leaning against the headboard beside you, one arm casually draped behind your backânot even touching you, just hovering, like he's ready to pull you into him at any second.
he's acting like he's listening, nodding at the right beats, but his eyes keep dropping to the hem of your shorts. they're barely shorts at this point, basically denim underwear, and every time you shift, they ride up higher. he's suffering quietly.
"so then he ghosted me for two days," you say, stabbing your fork into a noodle like you're reenacting a murder. "and suddenly he texts me like nothing happened. men are insane."
jake's jaw ticks in mild frustration, he forces a shrug. "yeah, he sounds... busy. maybe he has a lot on his plate."
i don't care. i don't care. i don't care. his mind is in absolute shambles right now.
you blink at him, annoyed. "you told me last week that guys who disappear like that 'should step on a lego and rethink their life choices.'"
"well," he says slowly, eyes flicking to your bare thigh before snapping back up, "maybe stepping on a lego would give him perspective. doesn't mean he's bad. just... confused."
he's giving terrible, contradictory advice on purpose, trying to gently sabotage any chance of you forgiving this man. but you miss all of it, too focused on your rant and your noodles.
you shove another bite into your mouth and keep talking, oblivious. jake's hand drops from behind you to your thigh, warm and heavy as he gives it a little squeezeâcasual, friendly, like he's always done that. because he has. because jake has made touching you look normal for years.
you don't even flinch when you feel his grip tighten on you slightly. "do you think i should give him another chance?"
jake stares at you, expression flat. "no." that shouldn't even be a question, you shouldn't give any man who isn't him a chance.
"but you just saidâ"
"i lied," he says plainly. "don't date him. he's... not your type."
"you don't know my type."
jake scoffs, watching a noodle you failed to keep on your fork land on your thigh. "i know everything about you." he watches your expression morph into one of defeat before he's reaching his fingers out to grab the stray noodle and sneak it into his mouth.
and he does, jake knew you like the back of his hand, painfully so.
you stretch your legs out, half laying against him, your head dropping onto his shoulder like it's instinct. jake stiffens for half a second before melting, his body curving around yours like he was designed to hold you.
"ugh," you groan. "why can't i just find someone normal?"
jake stares at the top of your head, his fingers brushing absently along the inside of your knee, tracing small circles like it's nothing. like he isn't one wrong move from losing his mind.
he clears his throat. "maybe you're just looking in the wrong places."
"where am i supposed to look?" you mumble, mouth full again.
"i dunno," he says, gaze locked on the way your lips wrap around your fork, "maybe... closer."
you don't catch it, of course you don't.
instead you just scoot even closer to him, thigh pressing against his, stealing some of his fries like you always do. jake lets you, leaning into the touch, smelling your shampoo, watching as another stray noodle falls onto your shirt. he plucks it off without hesitation, choosing to flick it away this time.
you laugh. "thanks, mom."
"i'll remember you said that next time you're crying about someone ghosting you."
you hit his arm lightly but he catches your wrist, fingers wrapping around it, thumb rubbing lazily over your skin. he's smiling but his eyes are sharp, warm, lingeringâlike he's memorizing the way you feel under his hand.
but you don't notice a thing. you're already going on about another red flag your situationship displayed, gesturing wildly while still half in his lap.
jake just watches, letting you rant, letting you lean into him, letting you stretch out across his bed like you own it. like you own him.
and honestly? you do.
"you're too good to me," you sigh dramatically, looking over at your best friend.Â
jake laughs under his breath, low and a little bitter. "yeah," he says quietly. "i know."
your phone buzzes beside your thigh.
jake's eyes snap to it before you even glance down. the name flashing on your screen makes his entire body go rigid. it's the situationship idiot âthe one who's been ghosting you, breadcrumbing you, ruining jake's sanity for weeks.
you reach for the phone but jake is faster. he snatches it first, holding it above his head like a relic he plans to yeet into the sun.
"jake!" you shout, scrambling into his lap to grab it. "give it back!"
the position shouldn't be normal. it shouldn't be casual. but you've done this a thousand timesâ climbing over him, knee pressed between his legs, one hand braced on his chest as you stretch up to reach.
your t-shirt barely hides the curve of your chest, you were practically smothering his faceâand jake didn't mind it one bit.
jake swallows so hard he might choke. "why do you need to text him back right now?" he asks, voice too calm to be real.
"because he messaged me," you say, fingers grazing the phone but not grabbing it.
jake's eyes flick down, you're straddling him. you don't notice but he absolutely does.
his hands curl around your waist automatically, steadying you like he's afraid you'll fallâor like he's afraid he'll let go.
"you can reply after we finish eating," he tries again. "or in... a week."
"jake."
"what?" he says, blinking innocently. "i'm helping."
you finally get a grip on your phone and tug it out of his hand. he lets it go, but reluctantly, like he's handing you a loaded weapon.
you drop back onto the bed, legs still draped over his, and open the message.
jake leans over your shoulder immediately, chin practically resting on you. "what'd he say?" he mutters, eyes narrowed like he's assessing a threat.
you read aloud, "he said: sorry i disappeared, things have been crazy at work. i wanna make it up to you. drinks this weekend?"
"i'm being honest," he shoots back. "he's a loser. you shouldn't go."
you look up at him. "and why not?"
he holds your gaze for a beat too longâwarm brown eyes, pupils blown a little, intensity simmering just below the surface.
then he shrugs, voice low. "you're gonna get your feelings hurt. again. and then i'll have to listen to you cry. again. and you ugly-cry, so that's an extra layer of torture for me."
you gasp. "i do NOT ugly-cry."
jake just raises a brow. you don't, you look pretty when you cry. jake quite enjoys the flushed look on your face, but it aches him that your crying over losers and not because his dick isn't down your throat.
you throw a pillow at him. he catches it, smirking, then lays down fully on his back, arms spread like he's claiming the entire mattress.
you fall beside him automatically, head splayed over one of his arms.
he turns his head toward you, eyes soft. "don't go."
you freeze. "what?"
"don't go on the date," he repeats softly, almost gentle. "just... stay here instead. with me."
you laugh it off, nudging his shoulder. "jake, i'm not ditching someone for movie night."
"ditch him for me," he says, no hesitation. "you do it all the time."
you blink, he's right. you absolutely do.
you've cancelled plansâactual plansâbecause jake didn't want to watch a movie alone, or because he was bored, or because he wanted boba at midnight and didn't want to walk alone.
but that was different, that was friendship. obviously.
"you're being clingy today," you tease lightly, pulling at the sleeve of his shirt.
"i'm always clingy," he says. "you just never notice."
he says it like a joke, but it lands too heavy.
your phone buzzes again. before you can even move, jake flips onto his stomach, throws an arm across your waist, and physically pins you to the bed.
you let out a small squeal at his sudden actions, squirming in his hold. "enough," he mutters into your shoulder. "if he texts you one more time, i'm blocking him."
"you can't justâ"
"watch me."
you're half laughing, half exasperated, half aware that his entire body is pressed over yours, warm and solid and familiar.
you shove at him weakly. "get off, you menace."
"no," he mumbles. "you're comfy."
"jake..."
he lifts his head slightly, eyelashes brushing your skin. his voice drops to something almost vulnerableâsomething that slips out before he can stop it.
"just stay with me tonight."
your breath stutters and he feels it. he looks away immediately, pretending he didn't say anything real. you pretend you didn't hear something real.
the phone buzzes again. jake tightens his arm around you, jaw clenched.
you don't move this time and jake... jake notices.
jake's arm is still wrapped around your waist, heavy and warm, like he's trying to anchor you to him. you should probably get up or at least check your phone.
but you don't and that tiny decision ruins his self-control.
you feel him exhale against your neck, slow and shaky, like he doesn't want you to notice. his fingersâresting right at the curve of your waistâstart tracing thoughtless circles into your shirt. lazy, slow, claiming circles. the kind that send a little shiver down your spine.
jake feels it. his hand stills for half a second... then starts again, softer this time, more deliberate.
you're too busy pretending to scroll through food delivery apps to process it.
"what're you doing?" you mumble, a subtle flush coating your cheeks.
"touching you," he answers bluntly, like it's the most normal thing in the world.
it is normal for him, he's always touchy. always grabbing your wrist, fixing your hair, pulling you by the waist, resting his head on your lap when he's tired.
you don't think twice. but tonight? tonight he's different.
his hand slides from your waist to your hip, fingers curling loosely into the fabric of your shorts. not enough to be inappropriate, just enough to make your breath catch.
he hears it. "you okay?" he asks, voice low, almost smug.
"just hungry," you lie, a terrible lie at that. you had just devoured take away minutes ago.
he laughs softly against your shoulder, his nose brushing your skin. that alone sends heat shooting straight through youâsomething you ignore immediately.
"hungry for what?" he teases, catching onto your lie.
you shove his arm weakly. "food, idiot."
"mm. sure."
he doesn't move away. instead, he shifts closerâpractically molding himself to your side. his thigh slides against yours, his knee nudging between your legs just slightly as he gets comfortable. accidentally. or maybe not, you can't tell.
your heart stutters. jake notices everything,
especially things you don't realize you're doing.
he props himself up on one elbow, hovering over you a bit, his hand brushing your ribcage as he pushes your hair out of your face.
"you got sauce on your cheek," he murmurs.
you reach up to wipe it but he catches your wrist mid-air.
"i got it."
and thenâway too gentlyâhe uses his thumb to wipe the corner of your mouth. except his thumb lingers, longer than necessary. brushing your lip once, twice, slow enough that you swear he's doing it on purpose.
your chest tightens, you force a laugh. "okay mom."
jake's eyes flick down to your mouth. his thumb leaves your lip, but he doesn't pull his hand away. he lets it drift along your jaw, curling lightly behind your ear, like he's pushing your hair back just to keep touching you.
"do moms do this?" he asks quietly. the toneâwarm, teasing, dangerously softâmakes your stomach flip.
he leans in just a little closer. close enough that you feel his breath when he talks.
"or this?"
his hand slides from behind your ear, down your neck, thumb stroking your pulse point for the briefest second.
you freeze. your phone buzzes. again.
jake's jaw flexes, and his hand drops to your waist, grip tightening possessively.
"you gonna get that?" he says, barely masking annoyance.
"i... dunno," you mumble.
"good," jake whispers, leaning in until his forehead almost touches yours. "don't."
his fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt this time, barely there, just the pads of his fingertips brushing your bare waist. testing. waiting to see if you'll pull away.
you don't and that's all he needs.
he lets out a small breathârelief, disbelief, hungerâthen slides his hand fully onto your skin, warm and steady on your waist, thumb tracing slow circles again, this time deliberate. claiming.
"you're staying with me tonight," he murmurs, voice low and rough around the edges.
you swallow hard. "jake..."
"no," he says, shaking his head just slightly. "don't say my name like that."
"like what?"
"like you don't know what you're doing to me."
your heart stops. the room feels too quiet. too warm. too intimate. and jake... jake is staring at you like he's wanted to say that for years.
your heart is beating stupidly fast. the room feels too quiet. too warm. too charged.
jake's hand is still under your shirt, his thumb tracing slow, burning circles on your bare waist. he's hovering over you, eyes pinned to yours, and for a secondâjust a secondâyou swear something is about to happen. something irreversible.
his gaze drops to your lips and your breath catches.
you don't move and jakeâjake looks like he's seconds away from doing something he's been holding back for years.
"jake..." you whisper.
his fingers press a little deeper into your skin. "yeah?"
you open your mouthâ
RIIIING RIIIING RIIIING.
you both jump.
your phone lights up between you two, vibrating violently against the mattress like it's possessed. the moment snaps in half. the tension dissolves like it never existed.
jake curses under his breath and jerks his hand away from your waist like he touched a hot stove.
you sit up way too fast, hair messy, face flushed, pretending you weren't about to let your best friend climb into your bloodstream.
"ohâuhâmy mom's calling," you blurt, even though you haven't even looked at the caller ID.
jake scoots back immediately, expression neutral but ears bright pink. "yeah. yeah, answer it."
you grab your phone, awkwardly clearing your throat. "h-hello?"
jake stands from the bed like it's on fire. he runs a hand through his hair, pacing a little, avoiding eye contact like the plague.
you talk to... whoever... on the phone, but you're barely listening. your mind is spinning.
did that just happen?
no. no, it couldn't have. it was jake. your jake. clingy, touchy, overly affectionate jake who once held your hand for thirty minutes because you saw a spider and screamed.
this is normal. he's always like this.
he wasn't gonna kiss you. that's crazy.
meanwhile jake stops pacing just long enough to glance at youâyour flushed cheeks, your dazed eyes, the way you're tugging nervously at your shirt.
his jaw clenches, he looks away again. when you hang up the phone, the room is weirdly silent. awkward in a way it's never been.
you try to laugh it off. "okay, wow, that was... dramatic."
jake forces a smile. "your ringtone scared the fuck out of me, not gonna lie."
"same," you giggle. "i thought something exploded." you wait for him to make a joke. tease you, say something flirty and dumb like he always does.
but he just nods. "yeah."
you tilt your head. "jake... are you good?"
he blinks once. twice. then shrugs way too casually. "yeah. why wouldn't i be?"
"you're... acting weird."
"no i'm not."
you squint at him. he avoids your eyes, picking at a loose thread on his hoodie like it suddenly became fascinating.
you shrug, letting it go. "okay, whatever. do you want the rest of my noodles?"
jake finally looks at youâsoft, fond, longing. too much. he covers it instantly with a smirk.
"yeah," he says, ruffling your hair like he didn't just have his hand under your shirt two minutes ago. "give them."
you laugh and shove the container into his hands, the moment already fading in your mind.
because that's just jake, he gets weird sometimes.
touchy. clingy. possessive. but he's your best friend, so none of it means anything.
right?
jake sits beside you again, shoulder pressed to yours, stealing a bite of your food like nothing happened.
but his hand stays firmly on his thigh now, not daring to slip his hand to rest somewhere on your body.
and you don't noticeâbut he doesn't look at you again for the rest of the night.
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you don't even notice when jake closes the distance again.
one second you're scrolling through your phone while waiting for your friends to arrive; the next, jake is suddenly behind you, his chin hooked over your shoulder like he belongs there. his arms wrap around your waist as if it's the most natural thing in the world, sliding under your hoodie and settling warm against your stomach.
"you're early," he murmurs, breath brushing your neck. you squirm slightly at the feeling, your neck feeling tingly.
"and you're clingy," you laugh, leaning back into him without thinking. "as always."
jake smiles into your shoulderâexcept it's tight, a little strained. because across the room, one of your friends is watching with raised brows, mouthing see? he's so into you.
you roll your eyes at her, whispering, "no he's not, he's just touchy."
jake's arms tighten around you immediately, like he heard even though you were whispering. which he probably didâhe always seems to hear when it involves him.
"what're you talking about?" he asks casually, playing innocent as he nuzzles your neck, his lips brushing your skin way too much to be "friendly."
"nothing," you wave off, patting his forearm. "they think you like me or something."
jake freezes for half a secondâbarely noticeable âbefore smoothing his expression again.
"crazy assumption," he hums, though his thumb is rubbing slow circles into your hip, his chest pressed flush to your back like he's trying to merge into you. "i just like being close to you. that's all."
your friend across the room gives you a look. jake, still pretending not to notice, tightens his hold again.
and then it gets worseâor better, depending on perspective.
you move to the couch, and he moves with you; you sit down, and he pulls you onto his lap like it's routine. he doesn't even give you time to think, just a gentle tug at your waist and suddenly your thigh is slotted between his, his hand splayed over your leg protectively.
"jake," you whisper, half-laughing, half-confused, "i can sit next to you, you know."
"yeah," he shrugs, resting his chin on your shoulder again, "but why would you do that?"
your friends stare. one of them raises their brows so high they practically touch their hairline. you wave them off, whispering, "he's always like this, don't even startâ"
"always like what?" jake asks, his breath warm on your ear. you jumpâhe heard that? you said it so quietly...
"clingy," you say, poking his forehead. "you know. you're a koala. it's your whole thing."
jake's hand on your thigh slides just a little higher. "only with you," he says simply.
you blink and the room goes quiet for a moment.
your heart skipsânot because you think he means anything by it, but because you're flustered.
"you mean... because we're close," you correct yourself out loud, nodding firmly, like you're reassuring yourself more than him.
"mm," jake hums noncommittally, but the hand on your thigh squeezes gently, possessively, like he's claiming the entire limb.
the conversation in the room starts up again, but jake doesn't let you move an inch. he's touching you everywhereâknee, thigh, waist, hip, shoulder. every time someone talks to you, his hand finds a new place to rest. at one point he tucks your hair behind your ear, fingers lingering against your jaw a little too long.
you don't question it but everyone else does. finally, one of your friends cracks. "okay, i'm sorry, but jake, babe? you're acting like she's your girlfriend."
your breath catchesâbut not as much as jake's does. he smilesâslow, lazy, almost smugâand tightens his arm around your waist.
"am i?" he asks lightly, but his eyes are sharp. "hm. didn't notice."
your friend snorts. "oh, please. you're practicallyâ"
"he's just like this," you cut in quickly, panicked embarrassment hitting you all at once. you swat at jake's chest. "tell them. you've always been touchy."
he looks at you, really looks at you, something soft and frustrated dripping underneath it.
"yeah," he finally says, voice dropping lower, more intimate, "i guess i have."
you grin, relieved. "see? nothing new."
your friend gives you a 'you cannot be serious stare'. jake presses a slow kiss to your shoulderâ not fully a kiss, more like the ghost of one and whispers, "nothing new."
but the way he says it...it's a confession you don't hear. because that's jake, your jake. clingy, chaotic, glued to your side.
totally harmless.
right?
he hopes you figure it out. he hopes you catch on.
he hopes you feel any of this. he was basically slamming his undying love for you in your face.
but as you shift in his lap and lean into him without realization, he knows. you don't. not yet.
and jake? jake's coming undone faster by the minute.
you don't even realize how long you've been sitting in jake's lap until your leg starts to fall asleep. you shift a little, trying to wiggle out of the pins-and-needles feeling in your thigh, but jake's hands tighten instantly, fingers digging into your hip like he's anchoring you in place.
"heyâ" you laugh, elbowing him lightly. "i gotta move, my leg's numb."
"then move," he says, chin still on your shoulder.
"i didn't say you could get up."
you snort, assuming he's jokingâbecause jake jokes, that's what he doesâbut when you try to get off his lap, he doesn't budge. he actually pulls you back, one hand sliding up your waist, the other locking around your thigh, guiding you back down firmly until you're flush against him again.
your breath stutters. "jakeâ"
"where're you going?" he asks softly, almost amused, but there's something else simmering under itâsomething dark and territorial.
"i just need to stretch," you say, trying to twist out of his hold. jake holds in a groan when he feels you shift over his crotch, eyes shutting briefly before he's trying to think of thoughts that would kill his boner.
boner or not, he doesn't let you get up.
with one swift motionâfast enough you barely process itâhe shifts you sideways, turning you so your legs drape over his thigh instead, your side pressed to his chest. the entire movement is so smooth and confident that a little gasp escapes your lips.
you freeze, your friends who've been watching this whole ordeal go down freeze.
jake acts like nothing happened. "better?" he murmurs, one hand casually rubbing your outer thigh, thumb brushing bare skin where your shorts ride up.
you swallow. "y-yeah. sure."
your friend across the room mouths, 'HE PICKED YOU UP?? HELLO??'
you glare at her, mouthing back, 'he didn't PICK me up, he justâ' you gesture vaguely, as if that explains anything.
she looks like she's about to scream. jake feels your glare move off him and immediately refocuses you by nudging his nose into your neck. not subtly, not gently but like he's reminding you: look at me.
"you're tense," he says into your skin.
"because you tossed me like i'm a little dogâ"
"you are little," he says, deadpan. "and you fit on me. so stop fighting it."
your cheeks burn. "i wasn't fightingâ"
"you were," he says quietly. "don't. i want you here."
your brain short-circuits for a second. your friends are staring like they're watching a crime unfold.
you clear your throat and try to steer the attention away. "okay, anywayâhas anyone heard from lena? she said she was comingâ"
"she texted me," one friend says, but her eyes stay glued to you and jake. "she'sâuhârunning late."
jake's hand trails up your thigh again. slow. intentional. claiming.
"good," he mutters under his breath.
you assume he means because you're all here longer, hanging out. because jake likes group nights, right? he always shows up. he always sticks close.
"anyway," another friend says loudly, clearly trying to save you, "should we order dessert?"
your phone lights up in your hand at that exact moment.
it's your situationship, the one you like. the one you vented to jake about last week.
your thumb barely lifts before jake's hand closes around your wristâgently, but firmly enough to shock you.
"who's that?" he asks, eyes trained on your screen.
"ohâ it's justâ"
"him?" jake interrupts, his jaw tightening and his teeth grinding. if you hadn't been so shocked at his behaviour you would've found this hot, cross that, you still did.
you laugh nervously. "don't startâ"
he doesn't let go of your wrist. "what does he want?"
"jake," you whisper warningly, "you're being weird." you looks over at your friends who're trying their hardest to not stare at the scene unfolding in front of them.
"i'm being normal," he says calmly.
except he's not. he's staring at the name on your phone like he wants to burn the pixels off the display.
"maybe he got my message," you say, shrugging.
"what message?"
"justâ i told him i might be free this weekend. maybe."
jake goes completely still behind you. still like he's holding his breath, still like he's about to break something.
"you're busy this weekend," he says quietly.
you blink. "since when?"
"since... now."
you turn toward him, brows furrowing. "jake. i didn't make plans with you."
he finally meets your eyesâand it's the first time tonight he's fully let the intensity show. all that simmering jealousy he's been swallowing. all those territorial touches he pretended were casual. it's all right there, unfiltered.
"you're not going out with him," he says, voice low. your heart jumps at the toneâserious, possessive, steady.
"jakeâ"
before you can finish, he grabs your waist again, pulling you tighter against him, one arm banding across your middle like he's shielding you from someone only he can see.
"he doesn't want you," he says. "not really."
you frown. "you don't know thatâ"
"i do," he snaps, then softens his tone when you flinch. "i do," he repeats, quieter. "i know men. i know what that look means when he talks to you. i know what he's in it for."
you blink, confused. "...what?"
he leans in, lips brushing your ear as he whispers:
"he wants what's mine."
your breath leaves your lungs. immediately, you laugh because it's jakeâyour jakeâand he says dumb things all the time.
"oh my god, you're so dramaticâ"
but the room is silent, your friends have turned to stone and jake? jake is staring at you like he didn't mean to say it out loud.
like the truth slipped. like he wants it back, but can't.
he swallows hard. "jake," you whisper, suddenly flustered. "you're... you're joking, right?"
he opens his mouthâyou won't know what he would've said because suddenly someone knocks on the front door. loudly.
everyone jumps. the spell breaks. jake's hand loosens on your waist. your phone buzzes again.
and you exhale, convincing yourself: he didn't mean it. jake always says intense stuff. he's just clingy. that's his personality.
right?
meanwhile jake sits behind you, jaw locked, chest rising and falling too fast, fingers flexing like he's resisting the urge to pull you back into him.
this is unraveling faster than he planned and you still don't see it.
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you don't realize it, but you've created a monster.
ever since that night in his lapâthe one where he said too much and almost let everything slipâjake has stopped pretending he's subtle.
he's touchy. clingy. bolder than before. not hiding it anymore.
he wants you to notice. he needs you to notice.
but you don't. and every day, without meaning to, you throw gasoline on the fire.
it starts when you get ready for a party.
your dress won't zip, so you call for himâbecause of course you do.
"jakey? can you come here?"
he nearly punches the wall. that nickname has turned into his personal trigger. he walks into your room and stops dead.
you're standing in front of your full-length mirror, dress half-open, back bare, hair pinned up. you look over your shoulder and smile like you didn't just stab him in the chest with a look.
"help?" you ask sweetly. he should turn around. take a breath. be normal.
he doesn't.
he walks behind you, slow, deliberate, hands coming to rest on your waist before he even touches the zipper.
you tenseâjust barelyâbut don't pull away.
you never do. his fingertips drag lightly up your spine as he takes the zipper between two fingers, pulling it up inch by torturous inch.
your breath shivers. he notices.
he leans in, not even pretending anymore, and murmurs, "you should really ask someone who can handle this."
you blink at him in the mirror. "huh?"
"nothing," he says, zipping the last inch with a soft tug. "turn around."
you do, confusedâand jake's eyes slowly drag down your body with zero shame. "you look good," he says, voice low, warm. "too good."
you laugh, flustered. "it's just a dress."
he steps closer, his tongue jutting out of his mouth to swipe over his lips. "you have no idea how you look."
you should catch it. the tone, the stare, the tension.
but you don't. you just pat his chest and grab your shoes and he swallows the frustrated groan he wants to let out.
later, at the pregame, the living room is crowded âwhich is your excuse.
"jake, there's no space," you say, scanning the couch. he shakes his head. "come here."
"where?"
he stares at you like it's obvious.
"here," he says, patting his thigh. you watch his thigh flex under his blue jeans, your eyes widening when he spreads his legs widerâinviting you.
your brain short-circuits for a momentâbecause he's never this blatantâbut you go anyway, dropping onto his lap without thinking.
jake inhales sharply. then his hands are on your waist. holding you in place. possessive. claiming.
"good girl," he mutters under his breath.
you don't hear itâbut your friend next to you almost chokes. you shift, adjusting your weightâand he grips your hips tighter, fingers digging in.
jake feels as if god was torturing him, your ass was directly over his crotch and your wriggling was killing him.
"stop moving," he murmurs into your shoulder. "you're driving me insane."
you laugh lightly. "sorry, your pants are slipperyâ"
"they're not," he says flatly. you shrug. "well, i'm sliding."
"you're staying," he corrects.
your cheeks warm. "you could've sat next to me, you know."
"why would i," he asks softly, lips brushing your ear, "when i can have you right here?"
you freeze and your friend mouths silently, 'HELLO????'
you pretend you didn't hear him but he knows you did.
the next morning, his patience finally snaps.
you walk into his kitchen wearing one of his hoodiesâthe one that barely covers anythingâand nothing else.
he turns from the fridge and chokes.
"morning," you say, stretching your arms above your head. the hoodie lifts, your thighs show and jake actually sees black for a second.
"youâ" he clears his throat. "you're not wearing shorts?"
you look down like you're shocked. "it's long enough."
"no," he says immediately. "absolutely not."
you roll your eyes and steal the jar he's holding. "open this."
he stares at you. at your bare legs. at your smile.
"say please."
you blink. "...jake."
"say it," he repeats, stepping closer. "please."
you groan. "open it, jakey."
the lid pops off with a violent twist. you laugh, leaning in to kiss his cheek. "thanks."
his eyes close for a momentâbecause if he looks at you, he might lose control. "you can't walk around like this," he says, voice tight.
"like what?"
"like you're mine."
you freeze. "huh?"
he straightens instantly. "eat your breakfast."
you shrug it off, confused and jake watches you walk away, hoodie swaying, thighs soft and bare and his hoodie swallowing you whole. he almost slams his head into the counter.
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you're halfway through the movie when it happensâthat slow, sleepy slump you always do, the one jake pretends he doesn't wait for every single week.
your head drops against his shoulder first. then his chest. then, like it's the most natural thing in the world, you curl into him, knees tucked up, fingers slipping under the hem of his shirt.
and jake... jake stops breathing. because you're not even awake, and you're already ruining him.
his arm is draped around youâlike it always isâpulling you against him so snugly it's almost indecent. but tonight is worse. tonight you're extra clingy, extra tired, extra soft.
"you good?" he whispers, even though you're clearly far gone.
you don't answer, obviously, but your hand fidgets again, fingertips brushing the warm skin of his stomach.
jake silently thanks every god he's ever heard of.
he glances at the screen, trying to focus, but every time you exhale against his chest, it punches air out of his lungs. your cheek is warm through his shirt. your thigh drapes across his lap like it belongs there.
and he lets it. he lets every second of it melt him down into something pathetic.
thenâthen the real problem starts.
you shift. innocently, mindlessly, stupidly dangerous.
you drag your leg over his, body sliding up slightly as you readjust in your sleep, and suddenly you're straddling his thigh. not fully, but enough that your weight settles on himâsoft, warm, perfect.
jake's whole body locks up. his heartbeat goes ballistic.
you murmur something incoherent, nuzzling into his chest deeper, fingers gripping at his shirt like you're holding onto him in your dreams.
he is going to combust. his hands hover uselessly in the air for a full second before he grips your waistâcarefully, firmly, but maybe a bit too tight âbecause if you move again, he is not going to be normal about it.
you're half-asleep, breathing slow and sweet, completely unaware that you're sitting directly on his thigh like you own it.
you shift again. just a tiny roll of your hipsâ unconscious, searching for comfortâbut to jake it's catastrophic.
his jaw clenches so hard it aches. his eyes squeeze shut and his brain turns into static.
he whispers, strangled, "oh, my god... baby, please don't do thatâ"
you're not awake enough to hear him. or maybe you are, but you're youâwhich means you're clueless.
your fingers slide higher, brushing his ribs. your lips part against his shirt as you breathe.
jake has never known true fear until now. he's sweating. he's trying not to move. he's praying you don't feel how tense he is, or worse, how much he's struggling to keep himself together because you're on him, touching him, sleeping on him like you're trying to kill him without even trying.
you wiggle again. he chokes on air and that's what wakes you.
you lift your head slowly, eyes hazy and unfocused as you blink at him.
"jakey?" your voice is soft, raspy from sleep. "why're you... so red?"
he stares at you like you've asked why water is wet. you're still sitting on his thigh.
he can feel the heat of you through your little sleep shorts. his hands are still on your waist, thumbs pressing into your hips like he forgot how to let go.
"m'fine," he says, voice not fine at all. "you were justâuhâmoving a lot."
you frown, still half-asleep, still oblivious, still sitting exactly where you shouldn't be sitting.
"oh... sorry," you mumble, and instead of getting off him, you lean forward and wrap your arms around his neck in this slow, sleepy hug that absolutely destroys whatever sanity he had left.
your chest presses against him. your lips brush his collarbone. you melt into him like you belong there.
his voice comes out low, tight, dangerous.
"you're really trying to kill me tonight, huh?"
you blink. "what? i literally just woke up."
he laughsâbreathless, disbelieving, windows-fogging kind of laughâand slides one hand up your spine, fingers splayed, possessive, like he can't help himself.
"yeah," he murmurs against your ear, "that's the problem."
you shift again, confused, and jake's grip tightens automatically, almost like he's anchoring you, holding you in place, keeping you where he wants you without thinking.
you finally look down and see exactly where you're sitting.
your eyes widen. "oh."
jake groansâactually groansâhead falling back against the couch. "yeah. oh."
you scramble to move, but his hands clamp around your waist, not rough, but firm, guiding you back down in one slow, controlled motion that sends shivers through your whole spine.
"don'tâ" he says quietly, voice wrecked. "don't move so fast. you'll make it worse."
you freeze. he stares at you, cheeks flushed, eyes dark, chest rising and falling way too quickly.
and thenâsoft, low, dangerous, "you have no idea what you do to me, do you?"
your breath catches. you're finallyâfinallyâa little aware.
but jake? jake looks like he's one second away from picking you up, putting you exactly where he wants you, and showing you everything you've been too oblivious to see.
you try to move again. you really doâyou lift your hips maybe an inch, ready to scramble off his thigh and pretend none of this ever happened.
but jake doesn't let you. his handsâbig, warm, shaking just a littleâslide from your waist to your hips, and he drags you right back down onto his thigh with a slow, controlled pull that makes your breath stutter.
"jakeâ" you whisper, shocked.
"no," he breathes out, forehead pressing to yours, eyes dark and wild. "stay."
the way he says itâlow, rough, like he's been holding it back for monthsâfreezes you completely. you blink at him, stunned, hands lightly resting on his shoulders.
"iâ i didn't mean toâ" you start.
"i know you didn't." his fingers tighten around your hips, thumbs digging in as if grounding himself. "that's the problem."
his grip shifts, sliding down the sides of your thighs before pulling you in closerânot indecent, but confident, deliberate, like he's finally done pretending.
you gasp softly at the sudden closeness, at how easily he moves you like you weigh nothing. your hands instinctively grab his shoulders. his hands instinctively stay exactly where they shouldn't.
"jakeyâ" you breathe.
he groansâshuddering, almost pained. "don'tâdon't call me that right now," he mutters, voice shaking with restraint.
"why?" your voice is soft. confused. innocent. he stares at you like that's exactly what broke him.
then he grabs your waistâfirmly, possessivelyâand shifts you forward another inch, guiding your body with both hands like he's claiming you without permission, without shame, without fear.
his breath stutters when you end up chest-to-chest with him, thighs tightening around his.
you can feel every muscle in his body lock.
"because," he whispers, almost growling, "you're sitting on me like this, half-asleep and touching me like you always do, and you still... still don't get it."
your heart skips. "...get what?"
that's what finally snaps him. he exhales sharply, almost a laugh, almost a curse, and suddenly you're movingâgently but firmlyâbecause jake has had enough.
his hands slide up your back, gripping under your arms as he shifts positions. in one smooth, practiced, entirely-too-strong motion, he lifts you.
you gasp as your body risesânot far, just enough that you feel light in his handsâand then he sets you back down on his lap, straddling him properly now, chest to chest, no space left between you at all.
your breath leaves your lungs. "j-jake..."
he doesn't let you pull back. one hand stays on your back; the other cups the back of your thigh, holding you in place, thumb rubbing slow circles that feel far too intimate.
his voice drops to a low, broken whisper against your cheek. "i like you."
you freeze. "i've liked you. for months. longer, honestly. more like years."
your lips part in stunned silence. his fingers tighten on your thighânot rough, but desperate.
"and you keep... doing things. leaning on me, wearing my clothes, calling me jakey, sitting on my lap, stretching in front of meâ" he shakes his head like he's spiraling, "âand i swear i've tried so hard to be normal about it."
you open your mouth, but he keeps goingâthe dam is broken and the truth is pouring out.
"i touch you because i want you. i get possessive because i can't help it. i'm obvious on purpose because i'm hopingâ" he swallows, jaw clenching. "âgod, i'm hoping you'll finally see it."
you breathe out, barely a whisper. "jake..."
"and tonight?" his thumb presses into your hip. "you don't know what you're doing to me. you never do."
you stare at himâhis flushed cheeks, blown pupils, the way his chest heaves like telling you this has shattered him open.
your voice trembles. "why didn't you tell me?"
his grip pulls you closerâimpossibly closerâhis forehead pressing into your jaw, breath hot on your neck.
"because," he admits, voice barely a whisper, "if you didn't feel the same, i wouldn't survive it."
your hands lift shakily, cupping his jaw, forcing him to look at you.
"jake," you whisper, softer than you've ever spoken to him, "i didn't know."
he lets out a breath that sounds half laugh, half agony. "yeah, sweetheart..." his fingers slide up your spine, anchoring you against him, voice low and raw. "i know."
his confession still hangs in the airâhot, heavy, suffocatingâand you can barely breathe with how close he is. your legs are still wrapped around him from when he dragged you into his lap, your hands still shaking on his shoulders.
his chest rises and falls against yours, unsteady, like he ripped his heart open and now he's waiting for you to crush it or cradle it.
you swallow hard. "jake... i like you too."
he blinks. slowly. like the words didn't compute at first.
"what?" he breathes.
you nod, nervous but honest. "i've liked you for a while."
everything stops. his hands, which had been warm and steady at your waist, suddenly grip tighter. not painfullyâbut enough to make your breath hitch and your thighs squeeze around him involuntarily.
his jaw flexes. "how long," he says quietly.
you look down at his chest, trying to avoid eye contact. "...since last year."
jake lets out a sound that doesn't even sound human. you can't tell if it's a laugh or a groan or a curse, but it vibrates through his whole bodyâ and yours.
his grip on your waist tightens, thumbs pressing into your skin like he's seconds away from snapping.
"last year," he repeats, voice dangerously soft.
you nod, bad idea. because the second you do, jake suddenly grabs your hips, lifts you off him for half a second, and then slams you right back into his lap, pulling you flush against him.
you could feel him, his cock molding perfectly against your cunt. you gasp, grabbing his shoulders for balance.
"jakeâ!" his face is inches from yours. too close. way too close.
"you liked me since last year," he says again, like he's trying to rewrite reality, "and you didn't tell me?"
your voice shakes. "iâ i didn't know if you liked me backâ"
he laughs again, breathless, incredulous, pained.
"sweetheart," he says, squeezing your hips as he drags you even closer, "i've been losing my mind over you."
your heart jumps. "jakeâ"
he cuts you off by grabbing the back of your neck, guiding your face closer, his forehead pressing hard against yours.
"you wore my hoodies with no pants," he mutters, voice rough. "you'd climb into my lap during movie nights. you'd call me 'jakey' when you wanted something. and you thought it was FRIENDLY?"
your face heats. "iâ i thought you were just being youâ"
his fingers dig into your thigh. "being me?" he echoes, eyes darkening. "sweetheart, I was obsessed."
your breath catches. he inhales sharply, like he's trying to keep controlâand losing.
"you let me touch you," he says, hands sliding up your sides, over your ribs, gripping, groping, exploring. "you let me hold you. you let me spoil you. and I thoughtâ" he breaks off, shaking his head, "I thought any minute you'd pull away and tell me I was crossing a line."
you stare at him, breathless. "...i liked it."
his eyes snap to yoursâsharp, hungry, disbelieving.
"say that again."
"i liked it," you whisper.
that's when he snaps. your back hits the couch cushions before you process what's happeningâ not rough, but fast, controlled, like he's been restraining himself too long.
he cages you in with his arms on either side of your head, body pressed firmly against yours. your legs instinctively wrap around him again and he lets out an unsteady breath at the movement.
his hands slip under your thighs, lifting, adjusting, pulling you exactly where he wants you.
you gasp, mind fogging instantly. "jâ jakeâ"
"no," he says, breathing heavily, "you don't get to look at me like that and say you liked it."
his fingers slide up your waist again, slower this time, tracing the shape of you like he's memorizing it. exploring. claiming.
"you made me crazy," he whispers against your cheek. "every day. every little thing you did. and you knew."
your eyes widen. "i didn't knowâ" he grabs your chin, turning your face to his.
"you knew enough," he growls softly. "you knew how you affected me. you just didn't want to admit it."
your breath trembles. his hand slides down, gripping your hip, dragging you closer until your chest is flush with his, until your thighs squeeze around him again without you meaning to.
his voice is low, ragged. "you liked me," he murmurs, "and you kept it a secret. you let me suffer over you."
his fingers trail dangerously slow up your side, over your ribcage, to the underside of your armâ not touching anywhere explicit, but enough to make your whole body arch into him.
"jake... i'm sorry," you breathe, barely able to think.
"don't apologize," he says, eyes locked on yours. "justâdon't lie anymore."
"I like you," you whisper. "i've always liked you."
something in him breaks open. he exhales shakily, hands sliding down your waist, gripping harder, pulling you tight against him like he's afraid you'll disappear if he loosens his hold.
"good," he whispers, voice trembling with relief and hunger.
"because now," he murmurs, leaning down, lips brushing your jaw without quite touching it,
"i'm done holding back."
his hands slide lowerâfirm, bold, claimingâ guiding your body exactly where he wants you.
your breath hitches and your mind goes blank.
his mouth crashes down on yours before you can even breathe.
it's not gentle. it's not sweet. it's filthyâall hungry, open-mouthed kisses that taste like desperation and salt and him. he sucks on your bottom lip, hard, before biting down just enough to make you gasp, and then his tongue is in your mouth, claiming you, owning you, consuming you. you can taste the mint of his toothpaste and the heat of his want.
he sucks on your tongue, drawing it into his mouth, and you moan, the sound vibrating through both of you. his hands are everywhereâone tangling in your hair, tugging just enough to arch your neck back, the other sliding down your side, gripping your waist so hard you know you'll feel the shape of his fingers tomorrow.
"mine," he growls against your lips, breaking the kiss only to dive back in, sloppier, wetter. "all fucking mine. you understand? you're not texting anyone else. you're not looking at anyone else."
"jakeâ" you pant.
"say it," he demands, biting at your jaw, then sucking a harsh, wet kiss into the skin right below your ear. you feel the sharp pull of his mouth, the promise of a mark.
"yours," you gasp, and he groans, the sound wrecked and satisfied.
"fuck yeah, you are."
his hand leaves your hair and slides down, two fingers pressing against your lips. "open."
you do, without thought, and he pushes his fingers into your mouth. you suck instinctively, your tongue swirling around them, and his eyes go black with lust.
"look at you," he breathes, watching you. "taking me so good. always so good for me." he pulls his wet fingers out with a soft pop and uses that same hand to yank your shirt up and over your head in one rough motion.
your bra is nextâhe doesn't bother with the clasp, just hooks his fingers under the front and pulls it down, baring you to him completely.
the cool air hits your skin for half a second before his mouth is on you, hot and voracious. he licks a broad stripe over your nipple before sucking it deep into his mouth, his tongue flicking relentlessly. his other hand kneads your other breast, thumb rubbing over the peaked nipple.
"so perfect," he mumbles against your skin, his voice muffled. "fuck, i've wanted to do this forever." he bites down gently on the peak, then soothes it with his tongue, before moving to the other side, giving it the same rough, worshipful treatment. he's leaving dark, possessive marks all over your chestâhickeys blooming like violets, the faint imprint of his teeth.
you're writhing under him, your hips rolling up, searching for friction. he grinds his own hips down against yours, the hard ridge of his denim-clad erection pressing right where you need it, and you cry out.
"jake, pleaseâ"
"please what, sweetheart?" he lifts his head, his lips swollen, his chin wet. he looks destroyed, beautiful. "tell me what you want."
"you," you whimper. "just you."
his grip on your waist tightens, surely hard enough to bruise. "you've got me. you've always had me." he leans down again, capturing your mouth in another searing kiss. you can taste your own skin on his lips. one of his hands slides down, over the curve of your stomach, fingers slipping under the waistband of your shorts. "gonna mark you up everywhere," he promises between bites at your lips. "gonna make sure you feel me for days. every time you move, you'll remember who you belong to."
his fingers dip lower, and you arch off the couch, a broken sound tearing from your throat as his fingers slip under your waistband. you're so ready for him, so desperate, you think this is itâbut he doesn't go where you want. instead, his hands slide down to the hem of your shorts, gripping the fabric with a possessiveness that steals your breath.
"these," he says, voice gravelly, "are in the way."
in one rough motion, he yanks your shorts and underwear down your legs, leaving you bare beneath him. the cool air kisses your skin, but it's nothing compared to the heat of his gaze as he looks at you. his dark eyes rake over you, from your heaving, marked chest down to the apex of your thighs, and he lets out a low, approving groan.
"fuck, look at you," he murmurs, his hands sliding back up to grip your hips. "all mine. finally."
he doesn't kiss you again. instead, he pushes your thighs apart, his gaze locked on the wetness he finds there. a slow, predatory smile spreads across his lips.
"you're dripping for me, sweetheart. after all this time... you're gonna make up for every second i spent thinking you didn't want me."
before you can answer, he drops his head between your legs.
the first lick is a broad, slow stroke from your entrance all the way up to your clit, and you jolt, a sharp cry tearing from your throat. it's sloppy and messy immediatelyâhe doesn't bother with finesse, just eats you out like he's starving, like he's claiming this part of you too. his tongue fucks into you, deep and wet, and then swirls around your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his mouth.
you arch off the couch, your hands flying to his hair, gripping the tousled strands. "jakeâoh, godâ"
he hums against you, the vibration making your toes curl. he's relentless, licking and sucking, his stubble scratching the tender skin of your inner thighs. you're already so close, teetering on the edge, and he knows it. he pulls back just as you're about to cum.
"no," you whine, tugging at his hair. "don't stop, pleaseâ"
he lifts his head, his chin glistening with your arousal. his eyes are dark, a flicker of that old frustration in them. "you kept this from me," he says, his voice rough. "all that time. you let me think i was just your friend while you squirmed in my lap. you think that's cute?"
before you can answer, his hand comes downânot hard, but sharpâright on your cunt.
the slap stings, a bright, shocking pain that melts instantly into a wave of pleasure. your whole body clenches, your hole fluttering around nothing, and a choked sob escapes you.
jake watches, fascinated. "look at that," he breathes, using his pointer and middle finger to spread you open to his eyes. "look how pretty you clench for me. all pink and needy."
he does it again, his palm landing firmly on your swollen flesh. the sound is obscene in the quiet room. your skin flushes a deeper shade of pink, and he groans, leaning down to lick over the spot he just spanked. "so fucking pretty. wanna see this color everywhere on you."
he moves before you can process it. one hand pins your hip to the couch as he leans up, his other hand coming down in a sharp, stinging slap on your breast.
you cry out, the mix of pain and pleasure making your head spin. he does it again to the other, watching the skin bloom red under his palm before he ducks his head to suck the tender peak into his mouth, soothing the sting with his tongue.
"jake," you plead, writhing, "please, i needâ"
"i know what you need," he interrupts, his voice a low growl. he manhandles you, turning you onto your stomach with a strength that leaves you breathless.
he lands three sharp, successive spanks on your ass, each one making you jerk and moan into the cushion. the heat spreads through you, pooling low in your belly. he kneads the warmed skin, his fingers digging in. "gonna be sore tomorrow," he murmurs, almost to himself. "gonna remember my hands every time you sit down."
he flips you back over, his body caging you in again. his eyes are wild, hungry. he leans close, his breath fanning over your face. "you're mine," he whispers, and then his hand comes upânot to hit, but to cradle your jaw. his thumb brushes your cheekbone. "all of you."
then he slaps your face.
it's not brutal, but it's firm, a sharp, claiming sting that leaves your skin tingling. your eyes water, and you stare up at him, stunned, incredibly turned on.
he circles your clit with two fingers, his touch suddenly teasing, infuriatingly light. "this is mine," he says, watching your face. "this pretty cunt that drips for me. this smart mouth that lied to me for a year." he pushes a finger inside you, just to the first knuckle, and you whimper, trying to buck your hips to take more. he holds you down. "you don't get to decide the pace anymore, sweetheart. i do."
he adds a second finger, curling them deep, and your back bows off the couch. "there it is," he croons, scissoring them slightly, stretching you. "that tight little hole that's been waiting for me. you gonna come on my fingers? gonna make a mess for me?"
"yesâjake, pleaseâ" you're babbling, lost in the sensation of his fingers pistoning inside you, his thumb now pressing rough circles on your clit.
"say it," he demands, his own breath coming in ragged pants. he's still fully dressed, the denim of his jeans rough against your bare thighs, and the contrast is maddening. "say who you belong to."
"you!" you sob. "i belong to you, jake, only youâ"
"fuck yeah, you do." he kisses you, hard and sloppy, biting at your already swollen lips. his fingers speed up, driving into you with a punishing rhythm. "gonna make you come so hard you see stars. then i'm gonna do it again. gonna ruin you for anyone else."
the coiling tension in your gut snaps. pleasure detonates, white-hot and all-consuming, radiating out from your core. you scream into his mouth as you clench around his fingers, a hot rush of wetness soaking his hand and the couch beneath you. your hips jerk uncontrollably, and he fucks you through it, his fingers relentless, drawing out the spasms until you're trembling and oversensitive.
he pulls his fingers out slowly, watching the way you twitch at the loss. he brings his soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean with a dark, satisfied hum. "sweet," he murmurs. "and all mine." he grinds his hips down, letting you feel the massive, hard length of him straining against his jeans. "but we're just getting started, baby. you think i'm done with you?"
he groans at the look on your face, his hips grinding down against you one more time, the rough denim a cruel tease. "just getting started," he repeats, a dark promise in his eyes.
then he's moving, pushing himself up off you, kneeling on the couch between your spread legs. his hands go to the hem of his own shirt, and he yanks it over his head in one violent motion, revealing the muscular, taut plane of his chest and stomach. you reach for him, eager to touch, to feel all that heat under your palms.
he catches your wrists before you make contact, his grip like iron.
"no," he says, voice low and final. he smacks your hands away, the sound sharp in the quiet room. "you don't get to touch. not yet. not after what you've done."
"what i've done?" you breathe, confused, aching for him.
"you made me wait," he snarls, leaning over you, his dark eyes blazing. "you made me think i was crazy. you sat in my lap and wore my clothes and looked at me with those fucking eyes and said it was nothing. so now?" he unbuckles his belt with a harsh, metallic rasp, pulling it free from the loops. "now you learn."
he grabs your wrists again, pulling them up above your head. you don't fight him. you're mesmerized by the intensity on his face, the raw possession.
he wraps the leather belt around both your wrists, cinching it tight, buckling it with a definitive click. the restraint is firm, not painful, but inescapable. you're pinned.
he sits back, straddling your hips, and just looks at you. his gaze is a physical caress, hot and heavy. it travels over your bound wrists, down your marked chest, to where you're bare and wet for him. but it lingers on your face.
specifically, on the faint, warm sting on your cheek where his palm connected earlier.
a slow, wicked smile curls his lips. "look at that," he murmurs, almost to himself. his thumb comes up, brushing over the tender skin. you flinch, and his smile widens. "so fucking pretty. my mark on your face. my color on your skin." he leans down, his lips ghosting over the spot. "gonna keep it there. remind you."
then he shifts back, moving up your body until he's straddling your chest, his knees pinning your arms by your head. his erection strains against the fly of his jeans, a thick, daunting outline just inches from your face.
"look at what you did to me," he grits out, popping the button, dragging the zipper down. he frees himself, and your breath hitches. he's thick, velvety and flushed, already leaking at the tip. he fists his length, giving himself a slow, rough stroke. "all this time. hard for you. aching for you. and you played dumb."
he leans forward, bracing one hand by your head, the other pumping his cock slowly, deliberately. the swollen head nudges against your lips. "you wanna taste it, baby? wanna taste what you've been driving crazy?"
you nod, desperate, your tongue darting out to catch the bead of precum.
he smacks your cheek with the hot, heavy weight of his cockâa sharp, degrading tap that makes you whimper. "i didn't say you could." he rubs the slick head over your lips, painting them with his salt. "you beg for it."
"please," you whisper, straining against the belt. "please, jake, let me taste it."
"not good enough." he strokes himself faster, his hips beginning to piston slightly. the tip prods at the corner of your mouth. "tell me why you want it."
"because it's yours," you sob, the humiliation and need mixing into a potent fuel. "because i need it. i need your cum, please, i need to taste youâ"
"on your face or in your mouth?" he demands, his rhythm becoming erratic.
"my face," you beg, the filth of the words thrilling you. "mark my face, please, jakeâ"
that does it. a guttural groan tears from his throat. his hand moves punishingly fast on himself. "open your eyes. look at me. watch me ruin you."
you force your eyes open, locked on his wild, dark gaze as he tips over the edge. hot stripes of cum land across your cheek, your lips, your chin. it's thick, copious, and the scent of himâmusky and uniquely jakeâfills the air. he rides out his orgasm, shuddering, his release painting you as his.
he collapses forward for a second, breathing heavily, before pushing himself up. he looks at his workâyour face glazed, marked, utterly claimedâand a look of profound, possessive satisfaction settles on his features.
"fuck," he breathes. "perfect."
then he's moving again, unbuckling the belt from your wrists with quick, efficient tugs. before you can even rub the feeling back into them, he's flipping you onto your stomach, dragging your hips up, pushing your knees apart. his hands are rough on your sore ass, kneading the flesh he'd spanked earlier.
you feel the blunt, wet head of his cock nudge against your entrance, slick with his cum and your own arousal.
"you want this?" he grinds the tip against you, not pushing in. "this fat cock you made so desperate? you wanna feel it split you open?"
"yes! god, jake, please, fuck meâ"
"beg harder."
you're crying now, tears mixing with the mess on your face. "please, i need it, i need you to fuck me, please, i can't wait anymore, pleaseâ"
he drives into you in one brutal, sheathing thrust.
you scream, the stretch overwhelming, the fullness divine. he doesn't give you a second to adjust. he sets a punishing pace immediately, each snap of his hips slamming you forward into the cushions. his hands grip your waist, surely leaving bruises, holding you in place for his use.
"tight," he grunts, his voice strained. "so fucking tight and wet for me. this cunt was made for me. say it."
"it wasâah!âmade for you, only for youâ"
"gonna cum in this greedy hole," he promises, his thrusts becoming deeper, more focused. "gonna fill you up so deep you taste me for days. you want that? want me to breed this pretty pussy?"
the crude words send you spiraling. "yes! yes, i want it, fill me up, please, jake, i'm gonna cumâ"
"come then," he snarls, one hand snaking around to rub rough circles on your clit. "cum on my cock. squeeze me while i pump you full."
the dual sensation breaks you. you shatter around him, clenching rhythmically on his length, a broken stream of pleas and sobs falling from your lips. he fucks you through it, his own groans getting louder, more ragged.
"gonna cum," he warns, his hips stuttering. "gonna mark you inside. take it. take it."
with a final, deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and lets go. you feel the hot, pulsing rush of him flooding your core, claim upon claim. he holds himself there, shuddering, his forehead dropping between your shoulder blades as he empties himself into you.
for a long moment, there's only the sound of heavy breathing.
slowly, he pulls out. you whimper at the loss, the sudden emptiness, the slick drip of him and you onto the couch.
he turns you onto your back again, his eyes immediately dropping between your legs. he watches, fascinated, as a thick trickle of his cum leaks out of you.
"look at that," he murmurs, voice husky with satisfaction. he pushes two fingers back inside you, easily, scooping the escaping fluid. he pushes it back in, stuffing you with his fingers, keeping his claim sealed inside. "keeping it in you. where it belongs."
everything slows down.
the room is quiet except for the sound of breathingâhis, yoursâstill uneven, still catching. the adrenaline drains out of your body in waves, leaving you warm and shaky and strangely floaty.
jake is the first to move. not rushed. not rough anymore.
his hands, which were gripping you like he was afraid you'd disappear, loosen. they slide up your sides slowly, almost reverently, like he's checking that you're real. that you're okay.
"hey," he murmurs, voice hoarse but gentle now. "look at me."
you do. his eyes are softer than you've ever seen themâstill dark, still intense, but no longer sharp around the edges. there's something almost fragile there, like everything he's been holding in just cracked open.
he brushes his thumb under your eye, catching a tear you didn't realize slipped out.
"did iâ" he stops himself, jaw tightening. "...you good?"
you nod, still catching your breath. "yeah. i'm good."
he exhales, long and shaky, like he's been holding it in since the moment he confessed.
"okay," he says quietly. "okay."
he shifts closer, pulling you against his chest. this time it's carefulâan arm wrapped around your back, the other cradling your head, tucking you into him like he's afraid to squeeze too hard.
you melt into it instantly. your cheek presses to his collarbone. his heartbeat is loud and steady under your ear.
for a moment, neither of you says anything. it's not awkward. it's heavy. charged. real.
"i didn't mean to scare you," he says eventually, barely above a whisper.
you lift your head. "you didn't."
his brows knit together. "i was... angry. not at you exactly. justâ" he huffs a quiet laugh, embarrassed now that the heat's gone. "at myself. for wanting you that bad and thinking i was insane."
you trace a slow line over his shoulder with your finger. "i should've said something."
he shakes his head. "we both should've."
his thumb rubs slow circles into your armâ grounding, soothing.
"i just didn't think you'd ever see me like that," he admits. "i figured if i pushed too hard, you'd pull away. so i stayed... half-in. miserable."
you're quiet for a beat, then softer, "i was scared too."
he looks down at you. "of me?"
"of losing you," you correct.
that does something to him. his grip tightens just a little, like instinct. "you're not losing me."
you search his face. "promise?"
he doesn't hesitate. "promise."
another quiet moment passes. then, tentative, "so... what does this mean now?"
you smile faintly. "i was wondering the same thing."
he tilts his head, considering, then says, very plainly, "it means i don't pretend anymore."
your stomach flips. "means i get to be honest when i'm jealous. when i want you. when i don't want anyone else near you." he pauses, watching your reaction. "only if you want that."
you don't even think about it. "i do."
his lips twitchânot smug, not cockyârelieved.
"okay," he murmurs. "then it means you're mine."
you raise a brow. "possessive much?" he smirks, but there's warmth behind it now. "you already knew that."
you laugh softly and tuck yourself back into him.
his chin rests on top of your head. one hand stays at your back, steady and protective, like it's exactly where it belongs.
"i'll be better," he says quietly. "gentler. when you need it."
you hum, blushing softly. "i don't mind when you're not."
he snorts, remembering your moans and pleas for more. "yeah. i figured."
silence settles againâcomfortable this time.
outside, the night feels different. not tense anymore, just open. and for the first time, jakeâs not wondering what you feel.
he already knows.
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âYouâre really fucking bad at this,â you muttered, tossing your cards onto the table with a smirk, âyouâve lost three hands in a row.â
Jake narrowed his eyes, jaw clenched as that cocky grin of his slowly reformed when he leaned back in the armchair. His shirt was long goneâthrown across your room right after the second round, and now he sat there in nothing but his jeans, his thighs spread like a goddamn invitation for you.
âIâm the one losing and yet,â he drawled, clicking his tongue, âyouâre the one sitting there with your nipples hard and thighs clenched shut.â
âConfidence doesnât suit losers, hm?â You said, rolling your eyes, though you were painfully aware of the wetness pooling in your panties.Â
âItâs not confidence yâknow? Itâs experience. I know how itâs gonna end.â He took another sip of his beer, eyes fixated on you.Â
You shifted on the rug, refusing to give him the satisfaction of reacting, âyeah? Tell me, psychic, how does it end?â
âWith you naked,â he said simply, using that deep sultry voice of his, âand sitting on my lap.â
Your stomach tightened at the casual certainty in his voice, he was way too overconfident for his own good, which had you scoffing. You tossed him his cards and dealt the next round before you could think too hard about how right he probably could be, only for him to loseâagain.Â
âWow,â you said, dragging the word out. âThatâs four in a row. This might be your new record, Jakey.â
He simply stared at you from across the table, bottom lip bitten and red now. You knew that look so wellâthe very one he used to get when he was right on the edge of snapping, of fucking you dumb.
You nodded at his jeans, the last thing he had on, well, besides his boxers, âguess that confidenceâs wearing pretty thin now, huh?â
He said nothing, just reached down and undid the rest of his fly, eyes locked on yours. The sound of the zipper was enough to make your stomach flip. Then he stood up, sliding the denim down over his thighs, kicking them off without breaking eye contact.
You wondered why you even let him into your apartment, your obsessive ex. With a gulp, you looked away, especially after staring at his body, the one youâd seen endless times. Whatâs worse was that Jake caught it, the way your gaze dropped, something that boosted his already inflated ego as just sat back down, spreading his legs even wider, letting you look. Letting you see how much youâd already fucked with him.
âDeal,â you muttered, trying to sound unaffected, however, this time, your hand was trash and Jakeâs grin turned wicked when you set your cards down.
âOff,â he said simply.
You sighed, âbe specific.â
His eyes drifted to your waist, then back to your face, âpanties.â
Heat cascaded across the expanse of your skin. Still, your fingers slipped beneath the waistband and eased them down, letting them fall at your ankles before stepping out of them. You sat again, bare, pretending this wasnât already getting out of hand.
Jake exhaled like heâd just had an orgasmic experience, âfucking knew it.â
âKnew what?â you snapped, though your voice came out softer than intended.
âThat you were already soaked,â his tone deeper with satisfaction, âthat you wanted me the second I walked in.â
You opened your mouth to deny itâthen shut it again because your body betrayed you anyway with the way your breathing changed, the way your thighs shifted again. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, close enough now that you could feel the heat of him.
âOne more round, yeah?â He murmured, âwinner calls the shot.â
âAnd if you win?â you asked.
He smirked, âyou sit on my lap while we finish the game.â
Your heart hammered, âand if I win?â
âYou can keep pretending you donât want to.â
You dealt again, and to your absolute bad luck, you lost, looking up at him now, while he just crooked a finger, voice full of lust and satisfaction, âcâmere.â
It was really infuriating how cocky he was, how he always came back and you let him, despite everything that happened. God, you really hated him, âIâm not your dog.â
âYou sure about that, pup? Come here.â He gave you a look, making the whole situation worse, but a bet was a bet, so you simply ignored his comment, moving forward.Â
His hands were on you instantly, dragging you down so your bare cunt settled right against the thick length beneath his boxers as you bit your lip to prevent any sound from coming out.
âFuck,â he muttered, chuckling, âthere she is, good girl.â
âDonâtââ you started, but your voice faltered when he rolled his hips slowly, pressing your clit right against him.Â
He smirked, âyeah, exactly that.â
His mouth brushed your jaw as his hand slid lower, fingers parting you like he always did, âanother bet,â he murmured, âif you fall apart on my fingers before the next shuffle, you admit you still want me.âÂ
You scoffed, ready to argue, but then he pressed two fingers inside you, and the breath left your lungs in a rush. His thumb circled your clit lazily, like he had all the time in the world to unravel you, and he probably did.Â
âStill tight,â he whispered, thrusting again, knuckles nudging that soft spot heâd always known how to find. You tried to glare at him, tried to hold onto your hateâbut your hips chased every curl of his fingers, slick sounds reverberating the room.
âTick tock,â Jake teased, kissing the corner of your mouth while his fingers worked you open, faster now, thumb grinding down until your thighs trembled against his. You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into skin, swallowing little gasps you refused to give him.Â
âThere she is,â he said softly, âgo on, lose to me again.â
And you didâfalling apart on his hand, body pulsing around his fingers while he watched you fall, smug and so pleased with himself.
âTold you, darling,â he murmured against your lips, âexperience.â
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your thighs tremble around your boyfriendâs headâand itâs still not enough for him.
you mewl out⌠your back arches so deep that youâre able to feel the pull of your spine bow against the mattress. âmmpf!â you squirm. âjake⌠jake⌠holyâoh my godâŚâ all of your writhing simmers into limp cries as you melt beneath him.
the knot tying itself in your stomach twists into a decadent pain as your boyfriend continues to lap at your sore, raw cunt. it hurtsâit hurts so good.
jakeâs spent what feels like hours with his head shoved, and buried between your thighs⌠and he doesnât plan on stopping any time soon. âjust like that,â he groans, tongue flattening against your cunt⌠lapping circles around your clit.
he begged youâpractically fell to his knees when he saw you⌠clawing at the waist of your shorts, desperate for even the smallest taste of your pussy. âi need to.â your boyfriend swore. jakeâs hand cups your through your underwear, mouth already watering as he massages the mound of your cunt.
ââfeel you throbbing⌠âgonna let me taste?â
you nod, shy⌠just like you always do before he ends up sloppily making out with your pussy.
âfuck youâre sweet.â arousal drips down his chin. the bottoms of the strands of hair falling into his eyes are wetâcoated in your slick, much like his lips: glossy and sticky with cum. two of his finger work inside of you, curling, pumpingâall while he drools and spits into your slit before licking it all back up.
âoh my god! âpussyâs fucking amazing...â he squeezes your chest like a stress-ball, hips rutting against the mattress as all of your moans fuel his chubbing cock. at one point, he gets so pussy-drunk, all of his compliments melt into small, babbled-out âthank youâs and âyesâs.
âplease, please, please. âone more, let me have one more,â and âso good, so fucking good⌠thank you, oh shit, thank you, thank you, thank you.âas you allow him to assault your cunt with his mouth, fists dying, fingers relaxing and curling into his hair as your hips buck against his face.
âuse me⌠use me, please, baby.â he whines, loving the way your enlarged, pulsing clit bumps against the tip of his nose as your overstimulated hips spasm whilst he slobbers all into your cunt.
thereâs no point in breathing heavily, pushing out a soft, weak, âenoughâŚâ
heâs so far gone he canât even hear you⌠the only thing on his mind is wholly consuming you.
If anyone told you that you would find yourself between two of your best friends on Christmas Eve, you would have laughed.
You had been friends with Jeonghan and Joshua for years. You did everything together with them. They had always been there for you, through the ups and the downs, everything. So, it was normal to have a spare key to their apartment and vice versa. I mean, youâve met multiple girlfriends theyâve had and were there for either of them when they didnât work out. You three were thick as thieves, and it wasnât a surprise when you found yourself lounging in their living room on Christmas Eve.
Six bottles of soju littered the coffee table, shot glasses mixed in between, and you could see snow flurries dance outside the window. It must be like 2 am, and you should probably be home packing to go see family in the morning but instead, you were lying on your back on Jeonghanâs couch with your feet in Joshuaâs lap.
You three had been talking nonsense for hours now, pulling funny stories from the past that had you all giggling drunkenly, and snowballing into a new silly story one after the other. And you donât know how it happened, you thought you were just talking about your last year in college when a name popped up and you hummed knowingly - a girlâs name that was a fling for the summer with Jeonghan. âOh, I remember her!â You clapped your hands and Jeonghan raised an eyebrow as you almost fell off the sofa in your eagerness. âI swear, Joshua, you had a crush on her.â You say the comment off-handed, not airing out any secrets because you were pretty confident you all were pretty open about everything with each other.
That is, until Joshua giggles.
His eyes meet Jeonghanâs with an amused grin, âoh yeah! She was the first person we shared.â
Skrrrt.
You blink.
Excuse me?
Shared?
You blink again and knit your eyebrows at the two men before you. âHuh?â
Jeonghanâs eyes glimmer, a sleazy smirk curving on his lips as he nods. âMm, good times.â
You whip your head to look at Joshua again, your foot nudging his thigh as he snickered. âSorry, letâs not jump over like I didnât hear what you said- whaddaâ mean first time shared?â Your eyes are wide, and you ignore the shiver that runs down your spine when they both look at you with amusement. âShared? First time?â
The room feels hotter for some reason, but youâre not breaking the stares you give the boys as Jeonghan leans back in his seat. Heâs sitting in a love seat, legs spread with a cocky grin as your mind whirls with the new information. âIn college,â Jeonghan looks over at Joshua and the man shrugs with a similar smirk. âSometimes we shared.â And you feel your face heat up.
Shared. Shared. Shared.
âHow?â You donât mean to say it out loud. But itâs too late and you can feel the shift that happens quietly once the word slips from your lips.
âYou wanna know how we shared girls?â Joshua asks, and you know you he was giving you a chance to back out. You had been friends with them for what felt like forever. But you werenât blind, you knew they were attractive - you never crossed that invisible line.
Well not until now.
You nod your head, softly, and it all Jeonghan needs to get up from his seat. He crosses over to you in two big steps, his eyes dark, and his smirk still dancing on his lips. âUse your words, tell us, do you want to know how we share?â
âYes.â
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You gag, your lips wrapped around Jeonghanâs cock as he shoves your head farther down. The fat tip of his cock prods the back of your throat, cutting your air flow, and causing a new wave of your sweet slick to seep from your pretty pussy with an obscene squelch. And Joshuaâs moans are loud but muffled between your thighs, he has your eyes rolling back when his tongue laps between your puffy folds to lick the new syrupy cream you gush.
Itâs wet, dirty, and obscene how the boys have you. Youâre kneeling over Joshuaâs face, dragging your drooling cunt over his tongue while he lies on his back on the floor. His cock strains against his slacks as he wraps two strong arms around your plush thighs, keeping you fully seated on his open mouth as he slurps your gooey folds like a man starved. Heâs got stars bursting across your eyelids, and he feels too good curling his thick tongue deep inside your quivering pussy, it makes you struggle sucking on Jeonghanâs cock.
âCâmon, take me all the way down- thatâs it. Hold it. Fuck, you take me so well, Baby.â Jeonghan huffs, his legs spreading wider as you bob your head. You look so pretty sucking on his cock so desperately, so greedy to have something in your pretty mouth. Your nails dig into his thighs as he sits back in his loveseat, holding your hair with one hand, and bucking his hips up to fuck your throat as Joshua eats you out, it makes your head spin.
Jeonghan knows he has the best view. He can see his cock disappear past your glossy lips while you grind down on his best friendâs mouth. He can see Joshuaâs hips buck in the air, just as turned on as him when they hear how sloppy wet your pussy gets for them. The squelches are obscene and have his cock twitching in your mouth as you slobber him wet with your saliva.
When Jeonghan pulls you off his cock with a wet âplop,â your eyes cross lewdly, and your tongue lolls out. A string of saliva connects from your lips and his cock, and he watches in real time as Joshua makes you cum hard.
Your jaw drops, and your tears well in your pretty eyes as your head tilts back as you whine. Your hips rut on their own accord, dragging your weeping cunt all over Joshuaâs open mouth and nose, drenching him with your sweet syrupy slick until youâre overstimulated and shaking. And Joshua is lapping it all up, drunk off your pussy, and pulling the sweetest noises from you as he helps you through it.
And before you can stop shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm, they get you onto your hands and knees while they follow you onto the ground. Your nails dig into the rug underneath you when Jeonghan kneels behind you, his thumbs spreading your sopping wet folds apart while Joshua kneels in front of your face. You have to blink heavily to look up at him. And the sight of him as you moaning wantonly.
Joshua is drenched with your slick. A light sheen layers his pretty lips, cheeks, nose and jaw. And his tongue licks whatever it can reach as he strokes his cock with his hand. His eyes are hooded and swirling with lust as your mouth drops open.
âStill wanna have both of us, Pretty?â He asks and you can feel Jeonghan guide his slicked cock to your entrance.
âPlease, want you both, please.â You sniffle and miss the way they smirk at each other. Fuck, you were practically drooling from both ends for them. They werenât going to deny you anything. Theyâve wanted you like this for so long.
Joshua grabs your chin, forcing your mouth to open wider. âAlright, Baby, say ah-â
And then they were both moving, stuffing you at the same time until your mind fogs up. Joshuaâs hand cards through you hair, fucking your mouth until youâre creaming Jeonghanâs cock messily. The room fills with your lewd slurps, your mouth sucking Joshua greedily while your pussy sucks Jeonghan even deeper.
Jeonghanâs tip smacks the back of your cunt like he can reach even deeper, and youâve never felt fuller. Your throat constricts around Joshuaâs length, and your eyes roll back as you drool. Saliva drips past your lips and all over Joshuaâs cock while your cunt drools sweet syrupy cream on Jeonghanâs cock until it slides down your thighs.
And when they start talking about how much they wanted to do this to you. How good you feel, how good you are for them. It makes your eyes gloss over, and youâre falling apart for the second time tonight. You gush around Jeonghan length, dumbly sucking the tip of Joshuaâs cock as you cum with a squirt.
Fuck, this may be the best Christmas yet. And youâre proven right when they coo, both of them still hard, and not even close to being done with you.
A/N: As always, comments are encouraging for me, but any interactions are greatly appreciated! When this post Iâll be away on holiday so if there is any mistakes lmaooo my bad
You thought decorating your Christmas tree would be easy. String some pretty lights, hang some ornaments youâve collected over time, put a pretty skirt around the base of the tree, and plug it in.
You werenât supposed to get stuck.
The tree shone with colorful lights, sparkly ornaments, and at the bottom of it was you. You were lying on your stomach, bottom half hanging out, while your hair tangled with the branches of your fake tree. You donât know how it happened, and you wiggled around to no luck. But thankfully, you had your phone.
Now, you didnât think it was dire enough to call the police or firefighters, even if there was a chance theyâd be cute. So, you called the only person you could think of. Your neighbor, Seungcheol.
Seungcheol lived across from you. He was the first person to welcome you to the apartment complex when you moved in. He was handsome, and his dimple smile never failed to make your own lips curve up when he held the elevator for you or helped carry your groceries inside. He was one of the few people who knew where your spare key was, and you could hear him open your front door minutes after you sent him a text asking for help.
He calls your name, sounding like he dropped everything to come over, and it has your cheeks heating up when you weakly respond. âHere!â
Itâs quiet for a moment, and then there is shuffling before a cough barely covers his laughter as your ankles cross. You can feel his gaze trail up your knee-high socks to your little sleep shorts that barely cover your ass. âWha-â
Your eyes squeezed shut, your foot smacking the floor as you cut him off quickly. âShut up, donât say anything- just help me please.â The warmth of embarrassment crawled up your neck and cheeks, and you could hear Seungcheol snort softly under his breath.
âI could help you, alright.â You can feel his jeans brush your inner thighs, and your body jolts as you feel his fingers trace the curve of your ass that meets your legs. âYou always walk around your house like this?â
The air shifts. The room gets warmer as a shiver runs down your spine. You can hear his tone become deeper, and your mind blanks as your leg hitches up to allow his wandering fingers to slip down to your inner thighs.
âSeungcheol-â you say his name as a warning, a wave of arousal pooling between your legs.
âYou said you need some help, right?â His warm hands hike your knee up higher, spreading your legs, and you canât help but whimper in need. âLet me help you,â Seungcheol smirks, and then his hand pulls your shorts down.
You feel perverted for being turned on by this. Youâre stuck, you canât see him, and heâs got all the power.
You can hear him whistle, feeling his hungry eyes drink up the pretty panties that barely cover you, and your drooling cunt clenches around nothing pathetically in response. âCheol, please.â You donât know what youâre begging for. For him to help you, but in which way?
And you don't get long to think about it before Seungcheol decides for you. He drags your pretty panties to the side, exposing your pussy to him, and another wave of slick seeps from your wet folds. âFuck, youâre so wet - is that all for me, Pretty? Does it turn you on knowing I can have you however I want?â
His words are said softly, but heâs not wrong. Youâre at his mercy, and it has your head clouding up as you wait to see what heâll do next.
Your eyes roll back when he drags his thick fingers through your wet folds. âOh fu-fuck!â You whimper, and he swirls the pads of his fingertips on your puffy clit.
âOh I will, Baby. But let me play with you a little first.â He hums and itâs the only warning you are given before heâs sinking two of his thick digits in your sopping pussy.
He fills you to the knuckle, your walls sucking his fingers greedily as his other hand spreads your ass cheek to give him a better view of your pussy. He watches your cunt slurp his fingers easily, and his cock swells as he thinks about what youâll do when it's his cock turn.
Fuck, the thought alone has his fingers curling deep inside, pulling the sweetest noises from your mouth as your pussy squelches from the intrusion. âOh! Just like that,â you gasp and squirm, your hips rolling back to welcome a third finger into your drooling cunt, happily.
Itâs obscene the way your pussy drips, squelching with each thrust of his fingers. You take his fingers easily, the stretch of his digits making your mouth water as he stuffs you full over and over again. And when you cum, your thighs shake, your slick gushing on his hand messily while he thumbs your clit with sloppy hearts.
He fucks you through it. And when he slips his fingers from your quivering hole, your ears are still ringing, and you barely feel Seungcheol rip your panties off of you.
Youâre left in your knee-high socks and a small tank top when he guides his thick cock between your plush thighs. Your cunt still throbs from your recent orgasm, so when he pushes the fat bulbous tip of his cock past your first set of gummy rings, you can feel everything. Every ridge and curve of his thick cock drags along your gummy walls, and your pussy slurps him deeper as he stretches you to your limit.
When he bottoms out, his balls smack into your sensitive clit, causing you both to curse. Seungcheolâs jaw clenches, his fingers holding your hips tightly as he focuses on not cumming too quickly. Itâs like your pussy was made for him, sucking him tightly, trying to milk him bone dry with how youâre pushing back against him to take him deeper. And when he drags almost all the way out, Seungcheol sees that his cock is coated with your shiny slick.
Your creamy pussy slobbers his cock with more of your sweet juices each time he bottoms out, stuffing you full, and coating your cervix with his own spurts of precum. Heâs so big, so heavy, fucking all the thoughts out of your pretty head as you gasp for air. Each time he pushes forward, he drags you back to meet his heavy thrusts, and the Christmas tree shakes from the force.
The room fills with the slap of skin hitting skin, his filthy thrusts making your nails curl into the tree skirt as your lower abdomen heats up. Youâre gonna cum again, you can feel it, his cock churns your insides deliciously, leaving you dumb, unable to think, let alone speak. And when he plays with your clit at the same time, you canât give him a warning fast enough, your pussy clamping tighter and tighter, making it difficult for him to leave your addictive cunt.
You are shaking, crying his name like a prayer, and heâs talking you through it. You can just comprehend that heâs calling your pussy heaven-sent. Telling you how greedily you take him, how wet you are, how warm you feel. He talks about how you take him so well, like a good girl. Heâs babbling, drunk off your pussy, and it has you rocking back into him mindlessly. His words got you working yourself over his cock sleazily as he spreads your ass cheeks apart, watching the way his slicked cock disappears into your wet channel with each bounce from you.
And when he tells you heâs going to cum inside, paint your walls white with his seed so he can watch his cum dribble from your sloppy cunt, you squeal. His words send you over the edge and into your second orgasm as he fucks you deeper. Your walls constrict, milking his cock eagerly and true to his words, he cums inside. His cock swells, filling your cunt with his sticky seed until itâs seeping out, and pooling on the floor underneath you.
âAnd cut! Good job, everyone!â
Seungcheol slips his cock from your used cunt, and youâre immediately turning onto your back, blinking up at the pretty Christmas lights as you listen to the camera men and crew shuffle about. Familiar hands grab your waist, and pulls you from tree with ease. You were never actually stuck, and you blink as Seungcheol grins at you. Your co-star raises an amused brow, watching as you lay there unmoving for a moment. Porn was theatrical but each of your orgasms were very much real, and satisfaction hums through you as you slowly sit up.
âYou good?â A playful smirk dances on Seungcheolâs lips, and you canât help but laugh with a nod. How cheesy, âstuckâ under the tree was surely a new one for you, and you gladly take Seungcheolâs hands as he pulls you up. An assistant comes with a robe, and you tie it around your body as Seungcheol leans in, as if he has a secret. âI heard Dokyeomâs doing a shoot thatâll be titled Stocking Stuffer.â
You snort, how original, 'tis the season.
As always, comments are encouraging and any interactions are appreciated!
synopsis: your dating history had been nothing but bad sex and even worse goodbyes. he showed you a patience and certainty that silenced every doubt, proving that you werenât hard to love; youâd been loved by him all along.
wc: 10.5k
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content | oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, dom!mingyu, sub!reader, soft power play, heavy praise kink, multiple orgasms | best friends to lovers, swearing, fluff, aftercare.
authors note: iâve been wanting to post a mingyu fic for ages now, and as i was going through some of my older fics, this one gave me insane mingyu energy and i had no other choice but to rewrite it for him! this is a rewrite of my fic âtearsâ, and yes, the plot is based on the sabrina carpenter song! i hope that you all enjoy this as much as i do, and as always, please feel free to let me know what you think! âĄ
you werenât heartbroken; that wouldâve implied there was something left to break.
youâd been on dates.
enough of them to know when there wouldn't be a second one before the drinks even hit the table.
enough to hear the same compliments repeated back to you like a script.
enough to recognize the tone men used when they were trying to impress you without actually learning anything real.
youâd slept with some of them, too.
sometimes because you wanted to. sometimes because you were desperate for relief. sometimes just to prove to yourself that you could still feel something, even if it didnât last.
you werenât bitter. you didnât walk around openly hating men or rolling your eyes at every couple on the street.
you just didnât have it in you anymore.
the hope. the performance. the energy it took to pretend someoneâs bare minimum was enough.
so when you got home from yet another date that left you completely drained, you didnât even bother with the lights.
you left your bag by the door, kicked your shoes aside, and sank onto the kitchen floor with a box of cookies at your side.
you werenât heartbroken. you werenât even sad. it was quieter than that; almost like resignation.
maybe it wasnât that love never came; maybe it was that you were never the kind of person people stayed for.
being alone didnât scare you.
what scared you was how much work it always seemed to take to avoid it.
every man felt like a mirror you kept wiping down, but no matter how clean you made it, the image was never your own.
it was smudged with their ego, clouded by their expectations, and warped by the way they looked at you like you were a puzzle they were entitled to solve.
you were tired of carving yourself down. of softening your edges. of apologizing for being too much or not enough.
tired of folding yourself smaller and smaller until there was nothing left of you at all, except whatever version might finally be enough to make someone stay.
your phone buzzed against the counter, a small sound that cut through the stillness and broke the spiral of your thoughts.
you kept your focus on the cookies in your lap, thumb working over the cardboard as though the solution to all of your problems might appear if you traced it long enough.
until it buzzed again. then again. and again.
you let out a weary sigh and reached for the phone, answering blindly, not bothering to see who it was before lifting it to your ear.
mostly because you already knew who was on the other end of the line.
âhi,â you said, voice low and a little scratchy from disuse.
âyou sound like shit,â mingyu replied, warm and easy.
you smiled without meaning to. âthanks.â
fabric shifted on his end, a soft thud like he was throwing himself deeper into a couch.
âyou didnât text me today,â he spoke, not accusing, just noticing.
âmm,â you agreed quietly. âdidnât really feel like it.â
a quiet hum of understanding slipped out before his voice turned lighter. âhold on. didnât you have that date tonight? with moustache guy?â
you shut your eyes. âunfortunately.â
âsoâŚhow bad was it?â he asked, already seeming to know the answer.
your head tipped back against the cupboard, the cool surface steadying you for a moment. âhe called me dramatic,â you muttered, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
âouch.â he made the sound like a real wince. âwhatâd you do, insult his shirt?â
despite yourself, you let out a small laugh. âno. i just didnât want to sleep with him.â
the quiet that followed was brief, but you felt it; he was biting back his first thought and thinking of something more appropriate to say.
âah,â he said finally, voice dry. âgod forbid you make a decision about your own body.â
you snorted, the sound sharp in your throat. âright? how dare i.â
âso you blocked him?â he asked, though it sounded more like certainty than a question.
âwhile he was walking me home,â you admitted, reaching into the box for another stale cookie.
his laugh rolled through the receiver, low and warm. âbrutal and efficientâŚi respect it.â
the sound pulled a laugh out of you too, small and worn around the edges, before it faded back into quiet.
his voice softened in the pause. âyou doing okay, though?â
you hesitated, not because you didnât want to tell him, but because you couldnât figure out how to shape the heaviness in your chest into words.
âiâm tired,â you said at last, the words too small for what you actually meant. ânot just tonight, though. itâs the kind of tired that sleep doesnât fix.â
âmm,â his agreement was soft, a sound that told you he knew exactly what that felt like, and that heâd been there more times than he could count.
his breathing stayed steady in your ear, present in a way that made the silence feel less empty.
âhow did you even know it went badly?â the question slipped out before you could stop it.
âbecause you picked up,â he answered simply, as if that explained everything.
you frowned at the ceiling, not satisfied. âthat doesnât even make sense.â
there was movement on his end again, the soft rustle of fabric and a dull thud in the background, though his voice never faltered.
âyou never pick up during good dates,â he reasoned. a pause stretched, just long enough for the smile in his voice to be obvious. ânot that youâve ever actually had one.â
your mouth fell open, half offended, half amused. âyou are such an asshole.â
âtell me iâm wrong,â the grin in his voice was obvious, even without seeing his face.
you opened your mouth, ready to argue, but nothing came out. you knew he was right.
âyeah. thatâs what i thought,â he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
âyouâre insufferable,â you muttered.
âand correct,â he shot back without missing a beat, the faint shuffle of noise still bleeding through the line.
you squinted, suspicion tugging. âseriously, what are you doing? it sounds like youâre losing a fight with your furniture.â
âiâm coming over,â he said easily, the kind of casual certainty that came from years of getting away with it.
âgyuââ you started, fully ready to argue with him.
âdonât even start,â he cut in. âyouâre not winning this one.â
âyou donât have to come,â you mumbled, curling tighter on the kitchen floor. âmy apartment is a disaster, and i look like iâve been hit by a bus.â
âcool,â he said, not missing a beat. âand?â
you blinked. âand i donât want you to see me like this?â
his laugh slipped through, low and amused. âplease. iâve seen worse. like that night you got super wasted, missed the bathroom stall completely, and made me hold your hair while you cried into the toilet about how you were âtoo pretty to suffer like this.ââ
you let out a dramatic groan, dragging your palm down your face. âyou swore youâd never bring that up again.â
âi lied,â he said, sounding far too pleased with himself. âmessy hair and a graveyard of takeout boxes donât even crack your top ten. iâve watched you full-body sob during tangled.â
âthat was emotional,â you defended.
âit was,â he agreed easily. âyour eyes were swollen for hours afterwards.â
âyouâre actually unbearable,â you muttered.
âmaybe,â he said lightly, âbut iâm still coming over. you donât get to argue with me about it, either. iâm already out of the house.â
you shook your head, pressing the phone tighter to your ear. âthis feels like harassment.â
his laugh came easy, smug enough to make your chest tighten in spite of yourself. âyeah, yeah. file a complaint when i get there. iâll see you in ten.â
he ended the call before you could get another word in.
you stayed on the floor a little longer, the kitchen tiles cool against your legs.
your bra strap had slipped down your arm, the dress from earlier felt too tight, and the lingering scent of ramen from your date was starting to make your stomach turn.
eventually, you peeled yourself off of the floor and padded toward your bedroom, tugging at zippers and straps as you walked.
you made it to your room without bothering to flick on the light.
the soft outline of mingyuâs hoodie was easy to spot in the dark, still draped over your desk chair like it had been waiting for you.
you slipped it on and tugged a pair of cotton shorts from the drawer without bothering to check which ones they were.
you were already turning back towards the kitchen before youâd fully registered the choice; like your body had already decided for you.
the only light came from the lamp in the living room and the soft glow above the stove, casting a dim warmth over the mess you said youâd clean hours ago.
piled up boxes. dirty dishes. the garbage you should have changed yesterday.
none of it was catastrophic; just enough to be annoying.
you lingered in the doorway, taking it all in. like maybe, if you stared hard enough, the mess would clean itself.
you thought about moving. picking up a box, rinsing a dish, doing the bare minimum to prove that you weren't completely useless.
you stood there long enough to accept it wasn't going to happen.
you couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic it all felt.
it was a five minute job at best, yet you still allowed yourself to sink back down to the floor, because avoidance had always came easier than effort.
the apartment was quiet for all of thirty seconds before his voice crashed through it, loud and certain, like heâd been waiting for the perfect moment to make an entrance.
âyo,â mingyu called out. âsorry iâm lateâtraffic was actual hell, and your street is like a one-way to satan. also,â he paused, mostly for dramatic effect, âi brought some noodles and that weird mango drink you like. worship me accordingly.â
you leaned off the cupboards to glance toward the entrance. âyouâre not late,â you said flatly. âi told you not to come.â
âand yet,â he replied, already kicking off his shoes. âhere i am.â
he crouched down to fix them; heel to toe, perfectly aligned with yours like it was second nature.
it was just shoes. nothing more.
except most men youâd gone out with wouldâve kicked them halfway across the floor, expecting you to deal with it later.
the care he gave to something so small shouldnât have meant anything, but the heat that flickered low in your stomach said otherwise.
you dismissed it just as quickly as it came, telling yourself it was just the bad date making scraps of effort look bigger than they actually were.
with a groan, you tipped onto your back, landing against the tile with a quiet thud. one arm draped across your eyes, the other one splayed out like youâd officially given up. âgod, you're annoying.â
âlove you too,â he muttered, easing the bags onto the counter, careful not to knock over the leaning tower of unopened mail.
he turned and pulled the fridge open with one hand, already bracing himself. âwow. shredded cheese, expired oat milk, andâŚranch? youâve really outdone yourself.â
âoh my god,â you peeked out from under your arm to glare at him. âi literally had ramen earlier.â
he glanced at the takeout container still sitting on the counter; unopened and untouched.
âthat from your date?â he asked, already tugging off the lid. âwhat, was the guyâs moustache so gross you lost your appetite?â
âcan you not,â you sighed, laughter sneaking into your voice despite your best efforts.
he barely reacted. âyou didnât even eat this. the broth has a film.â
you rolled your eyes, not even bothering to argue. âstop inspecting my trash like a raccoon.â
âstop living like a raccoon,â he shot back. âand sit up. this is getting depressing.â
âno,â you said. âmaybe i like the floor.â
âmy bad,â he said, stepping over you without hesitation. âiâll leave you two alone, then.â
he picked up your container of ramen you'd abandoned on the counter, emptied the broth into the sink, and scraped the noodles into the trash.
there was no hesitation. no second thought.
only quick, deliberate movements carried out with the kind of ease that came from knowing exactly what needed to be done.
if it were up to you, the container would have gone straight into the trash, broth and all.
yet for some reason, it stayed in his hands.
he held it under the stream of hot water, and watched it spill over the sides until the cloudy film began to dissolve. he made it look so natural, as if rinsing it had always been the obvious choice.
without breaking his rhythm, he crouched down and tugged open the cabinet beneath the sink. his hand slipped inside, bypassing the clutter you usually shoved in there, until his palm landed on the caddy tucked against the wall.
he didnât fumble or search. his fingers closed around the sponge instantly as he pulled it free in one smooth motion.
you stayed frozen on the floor, eyes locked on the way he worked it over the container.
the water slid over his veins as if it had chosen that path on purpose, dragging your gaze there and daring you to keep staring.
every drop seemed designed to make you notice the strength in his hands and each flex of his fingers, until you couldnât stop imagining what else they could do if they turned their attention towards you instead.
before you could spiral any further, he rinsed the last of the bubbles away and placed the container neatly into the drying rack, never once glancing in your direction.
he wasnât doing it for praise. he wasnât trying to make a point, either.
he simply noticed what needed to be done, and instead of judging you or making you feel guilty for letting it sit, he took care of it himself without needing a single thank you.
it shouldnât have made your stomach drop. it shouldnât have made your mouth go dry.
yet the heat was already there, rushing low until you felt the dampness pool against the cotton of your shorts.
you pressed your thighs together, trying to convince yourself it wasnât as obvious as it felt, but there was no denying it.
your body didnât care about the logic. it only cared about the way his hands moved, sure and unbothered, as if caring for the mess youâd left behind came easier to him than just leaving it.
your eyes followed him as he moved towards the garbage. he gathered the bag in his hands, twisting it into a knot with an easy strength that made his forearms flex, his muscles shifting with every pull.
it was quick and efficient; the kind of movement that never asked to be noticed.
he placed it by the door, not just to move it out of the way, but with the unspoken intention of taking it out later. the kind of small, thoughtless promise no one else had ever made you.
when he stepped back into the room, you told yourself he had to be finished by now, though every part of you already knew he wasnât.
the fabric of his sweats pulled tightly across his thighs as he crouched again, reaching for the cabinet.
a new bag rustled open in his hands, his fingers working with quiet certainty as he slipped it into the bin. each edge was pressed down carefully, tucked into place until it held exactly the way you liked it.
a task that shouldâve looked mundane somehow carried weight in his hands. your pulse climbed in uneven beats, chest tight, as if the air in the room had turned heavier just because he was in it.
there was nothing seductive in what he did, yet every precise movement drew the heat higher until your body responded as though heâd touched you directly.
too many bad dates had taught you to not expect this kind of care.
you were used to men who thought effort stopped at sending a text, and who never lifted a finger unless it benefited them.
the guy from tonight hadn't even bothered to hold the door open for you, so the thought of him replacing a garbage bag was almost laughable.
most men had always treated care as an obligation; something only performed because they felt they had to.
with mingyu, it was instinct; as natural as his next breath.
something in you gave way the longer you watched him.
it became too easy to let your mind wander, to twist the steady rhythm of his hands into something else; something meant just for you.
suddenly, his hands werenât cleaning anymore. they were gripping your hips, sliding lower until his fingers pressed between your thighs, stroking through the damp heat heâd already put there without even trying.
you could almost feel them pushing inside, filling you with the same easy certainty he carried into every small thing he did.
the realization of what youâd just imagined made your eyes snap shut, mortified at your own mind and yet powerless against the pulse it left thrumming through you.
by the time you found the courage to open them again, he was drying his palms against his sweats, shoulders rolling back as if heâd just wrapped up a shift.
âalright,â he said, stretching with a groan, joints popping as his hoodie slid higher. âtime to get up, princess.â
you didnât budge. your cheek stayed pressed to the tile, knees pulled in close, hair half-in your face.
he tipped his head at you. âhello? earth to y/n.â
you blinked. âwhat?â
âi said itâs time to get up,â he repeated, flat like it was obvious. âweâre not eating dinner with you laid out like a crime scene.â
âiâm fine here,â you muttered into your arm.
he gave your hip a light kick with his socked foot. âi know i look sexy doing dishes,â he smirked, already catching the eye roll you tried to hide. âbut come on. pull it together.â
your head tipped just enough to glare at him. âyouâre delusional.â
âand youâre dramatic,â he shot back without missing a beat, crouching just enough to extend his hand toward you. ânow get up before i drag you to the couch myself.â
your lips twitched, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of a smile. âiâd like to see you try,â you mumbled, even as your hand slipped into his.
he tugged you up in one smooth pull, steadying you with a hand at your back until your feet found the floor again.
the touch was brief, casual, but your skin still burned under it.
you shook him off a little too quickly, ducking your head like maybe he wouldnât notice. his brows lifted anyway, but he let it slide.
âcome on,â he said, already reaching for the takeout bags on the counter. âi didnât bring all of this food over just so you could mope on the floor.â
you trailed him into the living room, trying not to stare at the way his shoulders shifted under his hoodie as he carried the takeout.
he collapsed onto the couch, bags spread across the table like he owned the place.
you hovered for a beat before sitting beside him, close but not too close, hoping he wouldnât feel the heat radiating off of your body.
âso,â he started, tearing open the first container, âsoonyoung threw a tantrum when i told him you werenât coming to rehearsal today.â
your lips tugged at one corner. âdefine tantrum.â
âlikeâŚfully rolling on the floor,â he said, chopsticks already clicking into place. âclaimed he couldnât get through practice without his number one fan watching.â
âsounds about right.â you said, easily picturing his dramatics in your head.
âseungkwan even backed him up,â he went on. âgot all serious about how youâre âthe glue that holds us together.ââ he mimed quotes in the air, rolling his eyes.
your laugh slipped out before you could stop it.
he turned his head upon hearing the sound, like heâd been waiting for it, then reached for another container. the lid snapped open, steam spilling up between you.
âtheyâre ridiculous.â you said, shaking your head.
âit gets worse,â he assured, âseokmin told everyone in the studio that you were cheating on him.â he said casually, as if it wasnât the wildest thing to say.
your brows shot up. âcheating? he and i arenât evenââ you cut yourself off with a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head again. âmy god, heâs actually insane.â
mingyuâs smirk tilted, like he wanted to say more, but he just went back to portioning noodles.
you watched him work. how his hands moved quick and precise without thought. the crease in his brow when the chopsticks slipped.
the way his shoulder brushed yours when he reached for another box, like he didnât even register the contact.
even if he didnât, it still left you warm and restless, your shorts clinging tighter as your pulse tripping over itself.
you forced yourself still, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach, hoping he couldnât read what was written all over your body.
without any warning, he slid the plate onto your lap, already reaching for another.
you glanced down ready to thank him, only to freeze.
every bite was exactly what you liked; no stray toppings, no sides bleeding into each other. even the noodles sat neat, twisted in their own space like heâd portioned them with care.
your brows furrowed. âwaitâŚthis is for me?â
âyeah?â his tone was flat, chopsticks already busy over his own plate.
âno, butâyou separated everything.â you gestured vaguely at the plate, thrown. ânone of the foodâs even touching.â
he shrugged like it wasnât worth noticing. âyeah. you hate it when it does.â
your mouth opened, stalled. âsince when do youââ
âsince always.â his smirk tugged faint, eyes still on the food. âi just pay attention. relax, itâs not that deep.â
you sat there, pulse loud in your ears, trying to pretend it wasnât.
your shorts clung even tighter when you shifted, and the heat crawling up your neck made the plate almost too warm to balance on your lap.
by the time he leaned back with his own food, your eyes still hadnât left him once.
his brows drew together, catching it instantly. âwhat?â
you blinked, caught off guard. âwhat?â
âyouâre staring,â he said, chopsticks frozen midair like heâd caught you red-handed.
âam not,â you muttered, keeping your eyes locked on the plate in your lap.
âare too,â he shot back, smirk tugging as his chopsticks hovered. âseriously, whatâs your deal?â
you shifted slightly, tugging your knees in closer as the words spilled out before you could catch them. âyouâre justâŚway too thoughtful.â
he blinked, deadpan. âthatâs a crime now?â
âno, itâsââ you waved a hand at the table, trying to find the words. âyou cleaned, you set everything up, you made my plate exactly right without even askingââ
he glanced up mid-bite, chopsticks pausing. âuh-huh.â
âand you didnât even hesitate, you justââ your voice pitched higher, flustered. âyou just did it, like it was nothingââ
he reached for his bottle of water, lifting it toward his mouth, eyes narrowing with a half-smile. âbecause it is nothing.â
âitâs not nothing, gyu!â you shot back, heat crawling up your neck. âitâsâitâs hot, okay?â
he choked mid-sip, coughing and laughing all at once, nearly spraying water across the table as his shoulders shook.
at the same time, you slapped your hand over your mouth, instantly mortified. âoh my god.â
he was still coughing through a laugh, sleeve dragging across his mouth as his grin broke wide. âhot?â his voice cracked, half-raspy. âyou think me scrubbing your dishes is hot?â
ânope,â you blurted through your hand. âyouâre hearing things.â
his eyes lit like heâd just been handed blackmail material for life. âunbelievable. years of friendship, and this is how i find out your kink isâŚchoreplay?â
âshut up,â you groaned, dragging your hands down your face.
âno fucking way,â his hand patted at his sweats like he was checking his pockets. âwhereâs my phone? the boys have to hear thisââ
your stomach dropped, panic snapping through you. âdonât you dare.â
his grin only widened, his hands now patting down the front pocket of his hoodie like he was already halfway to victory. âoh, i definitely dare.â
you scrambled to shove your plate onto the coffee table, causing the chopsticks to clatter against porcelain in your rush. ânope. no. absolutely notââ
heâd barely gotten his fingers inside of his pocket before you launched yourself across the couch, tackling him sideways into the cushions.
he landed flat on his back with a thud, and you climbed over him, straddling his hips while reaching desperately for his hoodie pocket.
âthis is an invasion of privacy!â he gasped, twisting under you, but his laugh broke through every word.
âyou donât need privacy!â you shot back, breathless, hair falling in your face. âyou need to shut up!â
his free hand darted to your side, fingers digging right into the spot he knew would make you squeal.
you squirmed against him, shrieking through your laughter. âstop, you asshole!â
he was laughing so hard his voice cracked, words tumbling out between breaths. âyou picked the fightâiâm just defending myself!â
you finally slipped your hand into his pocket and yanked his phone free.
âmine!â you yelled triumphantly as you tossed it gently onto the carpet, way out of reach.
he burst out laughing, head sinking back into the cushion, chest shaking under you. âunreal,â he wheezed, grin splitting wide. âyou just committed straight-up theft.â
âit was self-defense,â you corrected, still straddling his hips as you tried to hold him down. âyou were about to ruin my life.â
his hands came up half-heartedly, bracing against your thighs as his laugh cracked again.
âyou literally said i was hot when all i did was rinse a bowlââ he bucked his hips just enough to throw you off balance, making you squeal. âimagine if i started mopping the floors.â
âstop talking.â you slapped your hand over his mouth, desperate to stop the teasing.
he looked at you with mock innocence, then dragged his tongue across your palm.
you yanked it back with a yelp. âgross!â
he laughed so hard it broke into hiccups, chest still shaking.
your forehead pressed into his hoodie, both of you still caught in the aftershock of laughter.
the sound trailed off in little bursts, until it faded completely. silence settled around you, thicker than it had any right to be.
you lifted your head without meaning to, hair falling forward, your fists still bunched in the fabric of his hoodie.
he was right there; flat on his back, smile softening into something slower that tugged at your ribs.
the awareness of it all seeped in slowly, until every place your body touched his became impossible to ignore.
your thighs hugged his sides. your hips were pressed flush against his. his palms rested warm and steady on your bare legs, fingers splayed like he didnât trust himself to move.
your faces hovered only inches apart from one another, the remnants of his grin fading as the air thickened between you.
the echo of laughter still hummed in your chest, but it was drowned beneath the heavy thud of your heartbeat.
the ache youâd been pushing down all night came rushing back, hot and relentless, flooding every nerve until there was no disguising it.
every slight shift of your hips made it worse. your slick heat pressed directly against him; betraying just how badly you wanted more.
his eyes held yours, steady and certain, as if he could read every thought you were trying to bury.
a quick flicker down to your lips slipped past his control; small enough to deny, but impossible for you to miss.
the second his gaze lifted to yours again, the tension snapped.
you closed the gap in a rush, kissing him with all the want youâd been choking down.
he answered immediately, almost as if heâd been holding back just as much. the kiss was deep from the start, his mouth moving against yours with a kind of certainty that stole your breath.
his palm skimmed up your bare thigh until it fit at your waist, while his other hand curled behind your neck, coaxing you closer, unable to bear an inch of distance.
the pressure of his hands anchored you as he shifted beneath you, pushing up from the cushions until he was sitting.
the movement never broke the kiss; it only dragged you closer, chest to chest, your legs tightening instinctively around his hips.
his mouth worked over yours hungrily, lips parting like he couldnât get enough. you clutched at his hoodie, fingers knotted tightly in the fabric, pulling harder to erase whatever little space remained.
every brush of his mouth made your pulse spike harder. every drag of his lips left your lungs aching, but neither of you were willing to stop long enough to breathe.
his lips moved against yours like he already knew every secret youâd been hiding. each shift was deliberate, practiced without practice, pulling raw sounds out of you before you even realized you were making them.
his hand left the back of your neck first, dragging slowly over your skin before slipping down to join the other at your waist.
his hands slipped lower in a slow drag, following the natural curve of your body until both palms curved around your ass, pressing you down against the growing buldge in his sweatpants.
the press of him right against your center dragged a moan from your throat before you could stop it, hips rolling down on instinct, desperate to feel more of the friction youâd been aching for all night.
âbreathe,â he murmured against your mouth, voice steady even through his own ragged breath. âiâve got you.â
your hips rolled again before you could stop them, chasing more of the thick heat beneath his sweats. the noise he made vibrated through your chest, deep and broken, sending sparks racing down your spine.
you clenched around nothing, thighs tightening at his sides, every nerve screaming for more.
âgyu,â you whispered, voice trembling. âplease.â
his thumb brushed slowly over your side through your hoodie, grounding you even as his mouth swallowed your plea.
âi hear you,â he said, rough and certain. âbut weâre not doing this here. not on a couch.â
the protest tangled with want on your tongue, but you gave a shaky nod. âokay,â you breathed.
his grip tightened, both hands already firm at your ass, and in one motion, you were lifted off the couch.
your legs wrapped around his waist before you even thought about it, a startled laugh breaking from your chest as his mouth chased yours again.
he carried you like heâd done it a thousand times, steady even with your legs locked tight around him.
your back met the mattress before you even realized you had made it to your bedroom, the mattress dipping under your shared weight as he laid you down without once breaking the kiss.
he hovered above you, his weight balanced on one arm, while his other hand found your jaw. his thumb traced lightly along your skin as his eyes searched yours. âstill with me?â
âstill with you,â you whispered.
he brushed a strand of hair away from your lips, fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary before adjusting the pillow under your head.
he caught the details no one else ever did; every small adjustment only served as proof that he knew exactly what you needed before you said a word.
his hand drifted lower again, pausing at the hem of your hoodie. âcan i?â he asked, eyes locked on yours.
âplease,â you breathed, the word spilling out before you could catch it.
he pulled the hoodie over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you in nothing but your bra and shorts.
the air hit cool against your skin, though it was nothing compared to his stare, heavy with years of memorizing every detail; knowing you in ways no one else ever had.
âfuck,â he murmured as his hand lifted to your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. âyouâre so beautiful.â
your breath hitched, chest pressing up into his. heat rushed over your skin, your body giving you away as your hips shifted closer, chasing him without thought.
his lips moved with purpose, each kiss a quiet claim as he trailed them along your jaw, across your cheek, down the line of your throat, and back up to your lips.
his mouth traced you in reverence, each touch tugging another tremor loose, stoking the ache already clawing at you.
his hands followed the same rhythm, palms sliding over your sides, dragging heat everywhere they lingered.
he touched you like he already knew what your body was asking for; steady where you needed grounding, firmer where you were aching for pressure.
he moved with purpose, mapping you in ways that left no part of you untouched, and no ache unanswered.
your fingers slipped to the hem of his hoodie, tugging at it clumsily, more desperate than precise. you werenât subtle about it, trying to work it up his torso without breaking the kiss.
his mouth curved against yours in a half-laugh, half-groan. âyou know you can just ask, right?â he murmured, amused even through the rasp of his breath.
you rolled your eyes, breath catching anyway. âjust take it off,â you whispered, impatience clear in your voice.
he rocked back onto on his heels, and tugged the hoodie off in one smooth pull. the shirt beneath stretched across his shoulders, while his sweats slouched low on his hips like an invitation.
your gaze slipped down, dragging his with it, until you were both staring at the obvious wet mark stamped across his lap.
your stomach flipped, eyes flying wide before you could stop them. his laugh cracked out, caught somewhere between disbelief and delight.
âwow,â he said, brows shooting up. âi rinse one bowl and you baptize my pants?â
you slapped a hand over your mouth, laughter already breaking through. âoh my godâno! that is not from me!â
his grin only widened, mischief written all over it. âno? so what, i pissed myself?â
you let out a choked laugh, shoulders shaking. âmaybe you did!â
he leaned closer, laughter still shaking out of him, his hands warm and steady at your hips. âmm. want me to check your shorts, just to be sure?â
you shifted in his grip, laughing helplessly even as your face burned. âabsolutely not!â
his grin turned smug, laughter still ghosting in his voice. âthatâs what i thought.â his thumbs pressed deeper into your hips, steady and sure. âguess initiative really does go a long way, huh?â
you rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. âapparently.â
he hummed, pleased, leaning in closer until his nose brushed yours. âgood answer,â he mumbled.
his mouth found yours again, the trace of a smile still there, though it melted quickly into something hungrier.
his knee slid between your thighs, nudging them a little further apart, while his hands tightened at your hips, keeping you close.
you gasped into him, the sound breaking into a whimper when he angled himself lower, kissing along your jaw.
âthere she is,â he murmured, voice brushing warm against your pulse before his lips dragged down your neck.
your breath caught as your hands slipped to his chest, sliding lower, reaching for the hem of his shirt. he caught your wrists easily, pressing a soft kiss into your open palm.
ânot yet,â he whispered, steady and certain. âthis is about you.â
his mouth trailed down slowly, lingering against your collarbone before sinking down the curve between your breasts.
his lips lingered like he had all the time in the world, and every deliberate pause only made your need claw harder, trembling for the next touch.
he knew exactly what you needed without you ever having to say it.
he caught it in the way your legs tightened, in the way your hips tipped towards him, in the twitch of your hands gripping the sheets.
he noticed everything, always had, and now he was using it to unravel you piece by piece.
âiâve been dreaming about this for so long,â he breathed against the lace of your bra, voice low like he almost couldnât believe you were real.
his hand slid beneath you, guiding your back into a soft arch. the clasp of your bra gave way under his fingers like it had been waiting for him, undone without him ever breaking from your skin.
the straps slipped down your shoulders, one after the other, and his mouth followed their path in slow devotion.
every new inch of bare skin was met with his lips, each kiss a quiet vow that nothing about you would be left unseen. he traced you with patience, as though to prove that you were worth memorizing in full.
his lips found the swell of your breast, his hands steadying you against the tremor of your own breath.
his lips lingered wherever they touched, tracing the faint lines that marked your skin as though they were meant to be cherished, never concealed.
âso beautiful,â he said, voice quiet but unshakably sure, like the words had been waiting years to fall out of him. âevery inch of you.â
his tongue flicked over your nipple and the moan that tore from you was answered instantly by his own; muffled against your breast, like the taste of you undid him as much as his touch wrecked you.
your thighs shifted restlessly, helpless in their search for relief.
âyouâre already trembling,â he breathed, kissing down over your ribs, following the soft curve beneath your breast. âand iâve hardly even touched you.â
your voice broke apart on his name. âgyuââ
he didnât look up, lips still moving like prayer, heat spilling across your skin. âno oneâs ever touched you like this, have they?â
the truth of it broke you open, unraveling you from the inside out. your breath faltered, stuttered, until it was nothing but gasps and moans, your hips tilting into his hands without thought.
âiââ the attempt at words dissolved into moans, âfuckâoh my godââ
his palms slid down, fingers tracing the edge of your shorts, stopping just above where you needed him most.
âyeah,â he said, already knowing the proof had been in your body all along. âi figured.â
instead of giving in right away, he bent to your waist, his lips dragging heat over the skin just above your shorts.
âthey never earned this,â he said, voice quiet but edged with conviction. ânever learned you like this.â
âoh god,â the sound tore out of you, thin and desperate, your fingers curling around his wrist with no strength behind them.
he took your weak hold as encouragement, not resistance.
âthey didnât take their time,â he whispered, lips tracing slowly over the softness of your stomach. âdidnât listen.â
your fingers found his hair, tugging softly, guiding him closer without words.
âp-please,â you pleaded, the word breaking before it even left your throat.
his head lifted just enough to meet your eyes, steadying you in an instant.
âoh, baby,â his voice softened as one hand left your waist, reaching for the pillow beside you.
he slid it close, eyes never leaving yours. âlift up for me, princess,â he coaxed gently. âjust a little.â
you obeyed, lifting just enough for him to slide the pillow breath you. his hands adjusted it with care, easing your hips down until he was sure you were comfortable.
âthere we go,â he muttered, brushing his thumb over your skin. âthatâs better.â
his thumb traced idle circles at your hip, grounding you while the other hand slid lower. when his fingers brushed the band of your shorts, he lifted his gaze, catching yours with a question he didnât need to voice.
the quiet in his eyes made your chest ache; knowing he would wait if you asked him to. your body answered before your words could, hips tilting up in silent permission.
his lips tugged into a soft smile, eyes fixed on you as he drew the fabric down.
he shifted your shorts and underwear down slowly, guiding the fabric over your hips with deliberate care; every motion unhurried, every detail handled with care.
he gently lifted your leg, his hand steady at your calf. his lips pressed to your ankle first, soft and lingering, before traveling upward in slow succession.
each kiss trailed higher â the curve of your calf, the dip at your knee, the inside of your thigh â like he was intent on worshipping every step closer to where you ached for him most.
your nails dug into the sheets as his palms splayed over your thighs, easing them apart.
âbreathe for me, sweetheart,â his voice was strained, as if he was holding himself back just to guide you. âjust breathe.â
your body obeyed his words before your mind could, chest lifting with a shaky breath.
he didnât let you finish it.
his mouth found you the next second; no hesitation, no warning. just him, warm and certain, like heâd been holding back only for as long as you could bear.
the pillow lifted you right into his mouth, every inch of you exposed to the slow drag of his tongue. his mouth worked with a patience that burned, each movement a vow to remember every detail of you.
your fingers threaded into his hair, desperate for something to hold on to.
âoh myâfuckââ the words tore out half-formed before collapsing into a moan you couldnât contain.
he groaned in response, the sound reverberating against you as his grip tightened on your thighs, steadying you when your body tried to jolt away.
the way he moved against you was unhurried, and devastating in its precision. every swipe of his tongue felt like he already knew what would break you apart.
your chest heaved, breath shattering into pieces. you tightened your grip in his hair, dragging him closer without thinking.
he let you guide him, humming low like the taste of you was everything heâd ever wanted.
heat rushed through your stomach, twisting tighter with every pass of his mouth.
you were soaked. aching. unraveling with every second he stayed between your thighs.
âfeels so goodââ you choked out, hand fisting in the sheets now. âi canâtâitâsâgyu.â
he paused just long enough to glance up at you, eyes dark and blown wide with need. âyouâre doing so fucking good for me, baby.â he praised, voice filled with honesty.
he found you again without pause, urgency written in every motion. his lips tightened over you, his tongue pushing deeper than before.
your head tipped back, voice spilling out like prayer. âdonâtâplease donâtâdonât stopâplease.â
another groan broke free from his mouth, vibrating through your every nerve.
pleasure ripped through you so fast it stole the air from your lungs, leaving you clinging to him as though he was the only thing keeping you tethered.
âthatâs it,â he whispered against you, voice low, almost reverent. âlet it happen, baby.â
your thighs quivered around his shoulders, hips twisting helplessly.
his hold only tightened, dragging you deeper into every surge of pleasure until you had no other choice but to give in.
âgyuâfuck,â you gasped, tears stinging from the intensity of it all.
he slowed his pace, pressing soothing kisses as his thumbs circled your skin.
âthatâs it, sweetheart,â he murmured. âyou did so good for me.â
your chest heaved, lungs struggling to catch up with the aftershock.
when his gaze lifted, the change was immediate; eyes softening on sight, like tasting you had only deepened the reverence already written into him.
your lungs were still searching for air when he started climbing back up your body, mouth brushing every inch along the way.
your thigh. your stomach. the underside of your breast. your collarbone.
each kiss softer than the last, like he was pulling you back into yourself piece by piece.
by the time he found your mouth, you were already leaning into him, reaching before you realized it.
his lips lingered, smiling faintly against yours. âfelt good, huh, beautiful girl?â
a broken laugh slipped out, shaky as you tried to catch your breath. âgood?â you asked, head shaking in disbelief. âgyu, no oneâs everââ you paused, voice breaking, ânot like that.â
his grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, soft but smug, like he couldnât help himself.
âyeah?â he teased gently, eyes searching yours. âthatâs because they were all idiots.â
he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before kissing the corner of your mouth. âyou deserve more than theyâll ever know how to give.â
his words sank deep, leaving you trembling all over again. you tried to laugh, but it broke halfway when his lips caught yours, sealing the truth of his words right into you.
what began tender turned restless in seconds.
his mouth moved against yours, only you couldnât help but deepen it, chasing him like you couldnât get close enough.
his chest pinned you down as his hips dragged slowly between your thighs. you felt him, hard and thick through his sweats, sending another wave of heat to rip through you.
it didnât matter that youâd already fallen apart once; your body lit up for him all over again.
a whimper caught in your throat, swallowed by his kiss as your hands scrambled higher, clawing at his shirt.
you tugged like you were frantic; like the thin barrier of fabric was the only thing keeping you from breathing.
âoff,â you rasped against his lips, desperate, the word breaking. âpleaseâtake it off.â
âyes, maâam.â he said, a smirk tugging at his lips, but it vanished the second your fingers brushed his waistband like you couldnât wait a second longer.
you shoved his sweats down with shaking hands, boxers going along, nearly knocking him off balance in your urgency.
he huffed a laugh, his eyes catching the hunger in yours. âgreedy, are we?â he chuckled, sounding more undone than smug.
âshut up,â you shot back, no patience for his teasing.
your eyes had already landed on him; thick and already slick at the tip.
heat rushed hot up your chest, a grin tugging weakly at your lips despite yourself. âso thatâs what i do to you?â
he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. âyou know what you do to me.â
âstill,â you whispered, tugging him closer, âitâs nice to have the evidence.â
a rough laugh slipped from him, cut short as his mouth slammed back onto yours, heavy with need.
your legs wrapped around his waist without thought, but he held himself back; grinding his hard length through your slick folds with a patience that felt merciless, his lips still on yours like he needed to drink down every sound before giving you more.
âturn over for me, baby.â his voice was rough at the edges, but his touch stayed soft, guiding you onto your stomach like he was handling something precious.
as you shifted, the pillow resting underneath your hips slipped slightly.
before you could react, his hand was already there, sliding it back beneath your stomach with quiet care; making sure the angle favoured your comfort more than his own.
âthere we go,â he muttered, like he was admiring a work of art. âjust like that, angel. fuckâlook at you.â
you could feel the heat of him behind you, hovering close, and the way his hands coasted up and down your sides; thumbs pressing in like he was trying to memorize every inch.
âyouâre unreal,â he whispered, mostly to himself. âmy fucking dream girl.â
his palms settled at your waist, urging your hips higher before gliding up your spine, pressing lightly between your shoulders until your chest sank into the mattress.
âfuck, baby,â he groaned as he lined himself up. âyouâre gonna kill me.â
the blunt press of him at your entrance had you gasping, nails twisting in the sheets.
âgyuââ your voice cracked, the sound nothing but a plea.
âi know, i know.â his hand smoothed down your side, soothing you. âjust breathe, beautiful. iâve got you.â
he slid in with agonizing slowness, every inch a stretch that stole the air directly from your lungs.
a broken sound escaped you, and his groan followed fast, spilling into the space between your bodies.
âf-fuckââ your cried helplessly, âitâsâoh myâfuckââ
he bottomed out with a shudder, his hips pressed flush against you, both of you shaking with the effort it took not to fall apart right there.
his forehead dropped between your shoulders, breath hot against your skin.
âjesus christââ he groaned, the sound rough and reverent all at once. âyou feelâfuck, baby, you feel insane.â
your back arched, body clenching around him, another helpless moan tearing through you. âtoo muchâno, itâsâgod, gyuâitâs so good.â the words spilled broken, tumbling past your lips before you could catch them.
his hand slid to your stomach, pulling you up into him, grounding you through the dizzy stretch. âthatâs it,â he murmured, kissing along your shoulder blade. âyouâre doingâf-fuckâyouâre perfectâfucking made for me.â
your thighs quivered, but the need to feel him move was stronger than the ache. you shifted back against him, desperate. âpleaseâŚmoveâi needââ
he groaned again, like your words undid him. âfuckâyeah, baby, i know.â
he slowly eased his hips back, dragging himself out until you thought youâd break, then pushed in again, steady and deep.
the rhythm was unhurried but merciless; every stroke deliberate, every thrust angled like he knew exactly how to pull you apart.
after a few slow strokes, his pace quickened; each thrust sinking deeper, chasing every sound that spilled from you.
âthere it isâfuck, yeah. thatâs it,â he breathed, forehead tipping down for a beat before he straightened again, eyes locked on the way your body yielded to him.
your moans spilled raw into the mattress, high pitched and broken, your hips rocking back into him without thought. âoh my godâdonât stopâplease, gyu, donâtââ
he answered with another thrust, sharp enough to punch a cry straight out of you.
ânever,â he panted, jaw tight, reverence spilling through every word. âyou feel too fucking goodâi could stay here forever.â
your walls clenched tight around him, the build snapping faster than you could process.
âgyuâiâm gonnaâfuckââ the cry tore out of you as your whole body bowed into the mattress, release ripping straight through you.
he groaned at the feel of you breaking around him, hips stuttering once before he forced himself to steady, dragging it out for you instead of chasing his own end.
âfuckâyeahââ his voice cracked. âthatâs it, angelâŚlet go for meâjust like that.â
your thighs shook uncontrollably, but his hands steadied you; one gripping your waist, the other pressing into your stomach, keeping you grounded as you unraveled.
the sob that followed buried itself in the sheets, your release hitting so hard it fractured every breath into ragged pieces.
he bent over you, lips trailing soft kisses along your spine, his hips still moving but gentler now, easing you down instead of pulling you higher.
âiâve got you,â he whispered into your skin, kissing your shoulder like a vow. âjust breathe for me, angelâŚthatâs all you need to do.â
he eased out of you slowly, the sudden emptiness pulling a broken whimper from your throat before you could stop it. âgyuâw-whyâŚwhat are youââ
âshh, i know, sweetheart,â he soothed, palms steady as they skimmed your sides, guiding you gently. âjust needed to see you. fuckâlook at you. you think i could stop now?â
desire threaded through his voice, yet his hands remained careful, guiding you as if you were fragile in his hold. he eased you onto your back, settling your hips back onto the pillow with a care that made it clear he wouldnât let you feel anything but comfort.
you let him move you, pliant in his hold, your body trembling as you blinked up at him. his hand cradled the back of your neck, thumb tracing lightly like he needed to feel you breathe.
he kissed your temple first, lingering there, before trailing down to your cheek.
his mouth wandered unhurriedly across your skin; tracing over your brow, brushing the bridge of your nose, grazing the corner of your lips.
âhi, beautiful,â he whispered against your skin, words cracked but full of awe.
your smile barely surfaced, dazed and weak, but it was there. âhi,â you breathed back.
his forehead tipped to yours, lips brushing in a fleeting kiss. âyou okay?â he asked, though the look in his eyes said he already knew the answer.
your breath caught, a soft laugh tumbling out with your words. âmore than okay.â
the corner of his mouth curved into a soft smile before he slid his hand down to steady your hip.
he lined himself up and pushed back in with one long, steady stroke. the stretch tore a gasp from your throat, your body clenching around him so hard it forced a groan straight out of him.
âjesusââ his voice cracked, forehead pressing to yours again. âbaby, you feelâfuckâyouâre so tight.â
your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, mouth falling open on a sound you couldnât swallow down.
âgyuââ his name slipped from your lips, almost a sob. âitâsâs-so deepâoh my god.â
his palm pressed firm to your stomach, making sure you felt every inch of him. âthere we go,â he rasped, kissing your jaw through ragged breaths. âyouâre taking me so well, beautiful. youâreâfuck, youâre perfect.â
his hips pulled back, just enough to make you feel the loss, before he drove in sharper. the force knocked the air from your chest as your nails clawed down his shoulder blades.
âeyes on me,â he mumbled, catching your gaze. âdonât look away, babyâwant to see you fall apart.â
your gaze clung to his until the next thrust stole it away, lids fluttering shut as another cry tore loose from your throat.
âno, noâlook at me,â he urged, groaning when you blinked back up at him, glassy-eyed and trembling. âthatâs it. good girl.â
your moans came fractured, tumbling past your lips with every push. âpleaseâgyu, please, just like thatâf-fuckâfeels so good, so goodââ
âfuckââ his voice cracked, hips driving harder, the sound of you begging ripping the control straight out of him.
âoh my godâiâm gonnaââ the words broke into a sob, your voice splintering. âmingyu, iâfuckâi canâtââ
his thrusts faltered, a groan tearing from his chest as he forced himself deeper. âyes, you can, angel. just a little moreâfuckâi can feel you. youâre right there.â
you broke apart around him, crying out his name like it was the only word left in you. âgyuââ
âthatâs itâoh, fuckâthatâs it, baby,â he gasped, forehead dropping to yours as his own rhythm fell apart. âcome with meâyeah, just like thatâfuckââ
your third release tore through you, carrying his first with it. your body squeezed around him, causing him to let out a wrecked moan as he came inside of you.
he stilled for a moment, chest pressed to yours as both of you trembled through the last shreds of release.
there was no detachment. no instinct to turn away. he hadnât looked anywhere but at you.
when his breathing finally slowed, he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw. âare you okay?â he asked.
you nodded, unable to trust your voice.
he gave you a moment longer before easing out, slow and careful, drawing a broken whimper from your throat.
his mouth followed the loss; kissing the inside of your thigh, the curve of your hip, and the hollow below your ribs; each one gentle and deliberate in their own way.
âstay here,â he said softly. âjust rest, baby.â
your head fell back against the pillow in the faintest nod, eyes glassy with exhaustion.
he lingered a second longer, his thumb brushing your cheek in a touch that felt reluctant, before finally pushing himself to stand.
he bent down to grab his boxers from where theyâd been tossed, sliding them on around his hips.
the quiet between you stretched thin, filled only by the sound of his breathing and the faint creak of the floor.
by the time he reached the door, your chest was already tight. you stayed where you were, staring up at the ceiling, the fan turning in lazy circles above you.
the longer you watched, the more the quiet shifted.
at first it was just silence, but eventually, that silence turned into space, which slowly turned into panic.
you werenât naĂŻve. you knew the script.
sex that good, that messy, that consuming, usually ended the same way.
a roll to the side. maybe a muttered âthat was funâ. the scrape of denim. the excuse about an early morning.
sometimes the door would shut before youâd even pulled the sheets over yourself.
your heart sank.
what if this was that moment?
what if youâd just traded years of friendship for a few hours of wreckless, selfish pleasure?
what if youâd just ruined everything?
before the thoughts could spiral any further, the door creaked open again.
âhey,â he spoke softly, not wanting to startle you.
you blinked towards him, body still draped exactly where heâd left you.
his boxers hung low on his hips, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, chest still flushed from the heat of you. a towel was slung over his shoulder, two water bottles gripped in one hand, and a warm cloth in the other.
your throat went tight. âyou came back,â you whispered, the words slipping out before you could catch them.
his face softened immediately, something tender breaking through. âof course i did,â he said, stepping closer. âwhatâdid you think iâd just disappear after that?â
you tried to smile, but it wavered.
âhey,â he said again, lowering onto the edge of the bed. âdonât go quiet on me now, pretty girl. not after you already woke all of the neighbors up.â
a soft, broken laugh escaped your lips.
he bent to press a soft kiss to your knee. âscoot up a little, sweetheart. let me take care of you.â
his hands moved with quiet certainty, every touch measured and unhurried. patience lingered in everything he did; a tenderness you werenât used to.
you felt the difference in your chest before you even felt it between your thighs.
no one had ever done this for you before.
the most youâd ever been given was a half-hearted towel tossed your way, like it was your job to deal with the aftermath alone.
but here he was, treating you like you were something worth handling with delicacy.
âi kept the pillow there,â he said quietly, ââcause i figured youâd be sore. didnât want you shifting too much.â
he finished with quiet care, dropping the cloth and towel into your hamper before reaching for your hoodie on the floor.
he eased it over your head, guiding your arms through the sleeves, tugging it down until you were completely covered.
as he climbed back into the bed, you reached for him without thinking twice.
he was already leaning into you, arms sliding around your waist, pulling you against him like it was the only place you belonged.
âyou still with me?â he asked, lips brushing your hair.
you nodded, eyes still shut until his voice pulled you back.
you blinked up at him as he dipped his head, catching your gaze. âyou scared me for a second.â
your voice was small. âi justâŚwasnât expecting you to come back.â
his brow furrowed, a little hurt, though his tone stayed soft. âcome on. you really thought iâd leave you like that?â
you huffed out a laugh. âit wouldnât be the first time someone did.â
his chest rose on a sigh as he shifted to really look at you. âbabyâŚwhat kind of assholes are you fucking?â
the bluntness startled a laugh out of you. âyouâve heard all the stories,â you reminded him.
âunfortunately.â his hand stayed warm at your spine, steadying you. âand i hated every single one of them.â
you froze, but he continued nonetheless.
âyou donât understand,â he said, shaking his head. âlistening to you try to laugh off how some guy left before you could even breathe againââ he paused, exhaling hard through his nose. âi swear, prison stripes nearly sounded worth it.â
âyou never said anything,â you said, genuinely surprised at his words.
his lips lifted into a small smile, but the weight in his eyes gave him away. ânever felt like my place.â
âgyuâŚâ you whispered.
he shook his head gently, already seeing where your thoughts were headed.
âyou really donât get it, do you?â his voice softened, a little rough at the edges.
âget what?â you murmured as your eyes searched his face for any clues on what he could be referring to.
his hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, so tender it made your chest ache.
âhow easy you are to love.â
you froze, lungs stuttering like theyâd completely forgotten how to work.
âiâve wanted to do this right for so long,â he whispered, leaning his forehead to yours. ânot just the sex. all of it. making you laugh. holding you when you cry. being the one who never leaves. giving you the kind of love you shouldâve had all along.â
your lips parted, but no sound followed. the weight of his words pressed down until all you could do was hold his gaze, completely undone by the gentleness in his voice.
âand if i ever have to hear about one more guy who made you feel like you were too much, or too emotional, or not worth sticking around forâŚâ he shook his head again, softer this time. âiâll lose my fucking mind. because youââ
he swallowed hard, trying to find the courage to continue. âyou deserve someone who worships the ground you walk on. someone who thanks god every night that you chose them.â
you blinked hard, tears threatening to fall as a soft laugh escaped you. âyouâre not supposed to make me cry after sex, idiot.â
âi meant what i said, you know,â he told you, his lips curving into that same boyish grin youâve adored for years. âand i know my feelings arenât one sided, either, ms. choreplay.â
tears slipped down your cheeks as you let out a shaky laugh, swatting weakly at his chest. âyou are such an asshole, kim mingyu.â
âam i wrong?â he smirked. âbecause youââ he paused, tapping your thigh, ââbasically had tears running down your thighs from me washing, like, two dishes.â
you groaned, burying your face in his chest. âplease never phrase it like that again.â
he laughed, the sound warm against your cheek. âdonât act like you didnât whimper when i changed the garbage bag.â
you pulled back just enough to glare at him. âmy god, youâre always so full of yourself.â
his grin only widened, cocky and unbothered. âwait till you find out i sort my laundry by whites and darks.â
in which you deal with the aftermath of sleeping with your best friends ex boyfriend. read part one here!
pairing: sim jake x fem!reader
warnings: semi-public sex, hickeys, dry humping, f receiving oral sex, face sitting, unprotected sex, choking, finger sucking, cumming inside, drinking, everyone is toxic!
wc: around 6k. NO TAGLIST sorry.
mia â 7:19 p.m.
y/nnnnn
do you wanna go out tn?
answer my texts already itâs been daysâŚ
she was right. it had been days since youâd responded to her messages. you couldnât do it. you felt awful.
you slept with jakeâyour best friendâs ex boyfriend. you didnât know how you would ever be able to face her again, and the same went for jake, who you hadnât seen since that night.
but it was sunday night, and you had to see him at class tomorrow morning, which you were already dreading. what were you supposed to say to him?
you powered your phone off, not wanting to have to deal with her texts, the guilt of that you did and the guilt of ignoring her as a result.
jake had messaged you the day after as well, and youâd also ignored that. all heâd said was âhey,â but you couldnât find it in yourself to reply to even that.
you were dealing with it all completely on your own, and it was slowly starting to take a toll on you. all you knew was that you were not looking forward to seeing jake in the morning.
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âthanks for ignoring my message.â
the first thing jake said to you as he walked into the lecture hall and took his seat next to you.
you took a deep breath. he was not holding back, so you had to deal with it now whether you wanted to or not.
âwe shouldnât have done that,â you said quietly, trying to remain civil since you were in class.
âare you serious?â he asked, fully facing you while you stared ahead. âhow can you say that? you know it wasnât just a one night mistake, y/n. what we have isââ
âwe donât have anything, jake,â you clarified. âyouâre my best friends ex, and in case you couldnât tell, sheâs still in love with you. i feel awful.â
âi donât care if sheâs still in love with me, iâm not in love with her,â he said, his tone making it obvious that he was angry. âiâmââ
âalright, weâre going to start class now,â the professor spoke, âso, everyone quiet down.â
jake shot you one last lookâa look of hurt combined with a look of anger and frustration.
he suddenly grabbed his backpack, stood up, and walked away from you, moving to sit with sunghoon and jay instead.
you swallowed the lump in your throat, pretending that it didnât hurt your feelings. he was miaâs ex, not yours. you werenât supposed to be the one upset over him.
but you were. and it hurt even more when class ended and he didnât even spare a glance your way, walking out and laughing with his friends instead.
you took a few minutes to pack your things, then walked out of the lecture hall into the snowy air.
ây/n!â
you frowned at the sudden calling of your name.
ây/n!â the voice called again.
you turned around and found that it chae running across campus to make her way over to you.
âoh, hey,â you said.
âhey,â she said breathlessly, beginning to walk alongside you. âi thought you fell off the earth or something. you havenât texted in the group chat all week.â
not only had you not been answering mia, but you couldnât be bothered to answer any of your friends. you didnât want to risk them finding out about you and jake as you were fairly certain theyâd tell mia.
âoh, sorry,â you said awkwardly, clearing your throat. âiâve just been kinda busy with school stuff.â
âoh,â chae said. âwell, you should take a break. heeseung is throwing a party at his place tomorrow and itâs supposed to be pretty fun.â
a party. that sounded like the last thing you wanted to do.
âiâll think about it,â you said, knowing you wouldnât think about it.
but chae knew you well, and she knew what âiâll think about itâ really meant.
âno, you wonât,â she said. âplease just come. we miss you.â
you sighed, trying not to look at the way she was pleading at you with her eyes and a small pout.
âokay,â you gave in. âfine. iâll stop by for a little bit.â
chae instantly perked up, pout and puppy-dog eyes long forgotten and replaced by a satisfied smile.
âamazing!â she said. âsee you tomorrow!â
she was skipping away then, probably off to her next class, and you continued on your way back home.
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you didnât want to go to the party, but since you were, you figured you might as well make the most of it.
you did your makeup nice, actually put a little bit of effort into doing your hair, and got dressed in a mini skirt and tight shirt. if you were going to go out, then you might as well look your best.
heeseung was another friend of jakeâsânot as close as sunghoon and jay, but still close. youâd met him a few times, but had never been to his apartment before.
you could hear the party from down the street, so you knew it was going to me a big one.
as soon as you walked in, you pulled your phone out to text chae.
y/n â 10:01 p.m.
hey im here
where are you?
you stared down at your phone, waiting for her to text back so you could find her and not be left awkwardly standing by yourself in the doorway.
but five minutes passed with no response, so you knew she wasnât going to get around to answering anytime soon.
with a defeated sigh, you tucked your phone away and strode into the party, still keeping your eyes peeled for her.
but it wasnât chae that you ended up spotting as you entered the kitchen to get a drink. it was mia.
you turned on your heels, ready to run out of the kitchen, but it was too late. sheâd already seen you.
ây/n!â she exclaimed, stepping over to you. âoh my god, where the hell have you been? i didnât know you were coming tonight. why havenât you been answering my texts?â
âoh, just busy,â you replied, eyes shifty. you couldnât look at her. âbut itâs good to see you.â
âyeah,â she said, her eyes also shifty. she was looking everywhere except for you, like she was looking for someone. âwell, iâm only here tonight because jake is probably around here somewhere.â
your head shot up, eyebrows furrowing.
âyou want to see jake?â you questioned, surprised.
âwell, yeah,â she responded like it was obvious. âwhen he sees me in this outfit, i know itâll make him want me back. or at least itâll make him want to sleep with me. i heard that first time you sleep with your ex again is really good.â
she was wearing a tight black dress that even you couldnât deny looked really good on her. it was snug in all the right places, accentuating the parts of her body that she clearly wanted to show off the most.
âoh,â you said, clearing your throat. âwell, have you seen chae or jira?â
âlast i saw they were playing beer pong with heeseung and jungwon,â mia answered.
the two of you made your way into the living room, which was even more crowded than the kitchen. people took up every inch of space and the room smelled like sweat and spilled alcohol.
somehow, you managed to get through the crowd and over to the beer pong table where the rest of your friends were.
âoh, hey, you came!â chae exclaimed, pulling you into a side hug. âoh my gosh, you look so hot! are you trying to bring someone home tonight or something?â
you forced a laugh, shaking your head.
jira greeted you next, complimenting you and your outfit much like chae had.
âso, has anyone seen him?â mia asked, bringing her cup to her lips.
you were wondering the same thing yourself, but obviously with different intentions behind it than mia.
âno, not yet,â chae said. âheâs gotta be around here somewhere, though.â
mia groaned. âwell, iâm not gonna get anywhere if iâm just standing here. iâm gonna go look for him.â
âgood luck!â jira said.
then mia was off, disappearing into the crowd. that left you with the girls.
âyou guys support this?â you asked.
they shrugged.
âitâs hard to stop her regardless of if we support it or not,â jira said. âmight as well hope for the best.â
in your opinion, hoping for the best didnât include mia interacting with jake at all tonightâor ever again for that matter.
the idea of them talking to each other, especially drunk, made you nervous. what if jake told her about what you guys did?
the thoughts and anxieties plagued your mind, so much so that after a few minutes of standing there and watching the beer pong game, you decided you had to do something.
without saying anything, you turned on your heel and began walking the same way mia had gone a few minutes earlier. you pushed through the people, looking for jakeâs face in them.
people glared at you for shoving past them, others eyeing you up and down hungrily. but you paid none of them any mind, your mission far more important.
you traveled around the apartment, peaked inside closed doors, looking everywhere you could possibly think of. you couldnât find him.
but then, as you were about to accept defeat and just call it for the night, you spotted him.
back in the kitchen.
he stood by the refrigerator, and in front of him was none other than mia.
the kitchen had cleared out significantly since you first arrived, making them and only a few other people the only occupants of the room.
you kept your distance, hoping they wouldnât notice you watching them interact.
you were too far away to hear what they were saying, which irked you. but it seemed like mia was doing most of the talking while jake stared down at her, unamused.
suddenly, she took a step closer to him, and then they were so close that their chests were almost pressed together. mia stared up at him, bringing her hand to his cheek, and you watched in fear to see if it would go further.
mia was getting closer and closer, her thumb gliding over his jawline. she tilted her head to the side, eyeing his lips. only a few inches separated them by that point, and you felt sick to your stomach.
but then jake grabbed her wrist, lowering her hand from his face. you could see the hurt take over her features, her bottom lip sticking out sadly.
âwhy?â she asked, loud enough that you and the other people in the room could hear, almost yelling. âwhy donât you want me? look at me! anyone here would be happy to have me, so why not you?â
she was drunk. she was drunk and she was having a very public meltdown, and now you just felt bad for standing there and watching instead of doing anything about it.
âmiaââ
jake tried to speak, tried to get her to stop before she only embarrassed herself more, but she was too far gone.
âno, jake! i fucking love you and this is how you treat me? you love me, too, i know it. i know you do so just take me back already! just take me bââ
you were mortified for her.
finally, you interfered, speeding over to them and prying her off of jake.
âstop, mia,â you said, gripping her forearm.
she turned to you, teary eyes squinted in fury.
âno, let me talk to him!â she yelled. âi know he wants me! heâs just being fucking difficult! cut the bullshit, jake, just admit it! admitââ
the commotion she was causing had brought some attention in from the living room. luckily, jira and chae had managed to overhear and made their way over.
âmia,â chae said, grabbing her other forearm. âcâmon, honey. letâs get some air.â
mia stared at jake like she was waiting for him to defend her or change his mind. but all he could do was stand there wide eyed, swallowing the lump in his throat.
his eyes shifted over to you, but you still couldnât look at him, especially now.
mia relented. she allowed chae and jira to take her out of the room and out into the cool winter air, where she would hopefully sober up a bit.
with the drama over, everyone went back to what they were doing before. conversations resumed, dancing continued, and the game of beer pong went on.
but that left you and jake. just you and him alone now in the kitchen.
âthat was hard to watch,â you said.
âit was harder going through it,â he replied.
you sighed.
âare you going to tell her?â you asked.
jake scoffed.
âam i going to tell mia that i slept with her best friend?â he reiterated. âdo you think i have a death wish or something?â
you laughed quietly, your gaze landing down on your shoes. you saw how jakeâs feet pointed towards you, how he took a step closer to you and the tips of his shoes were touching yours.
âyou look reallyâŚâ he trailed off, unsure if he should say it.
you looked up at him, finally meeting his face for the first time in what felt like decades.
âwhat?â you wondered.
âbeautiful,â he finished.
you could feel yourself blushing and trying not to smile. his compliment shouldnât have meant as much as it did.
âyou shouldnât say that,â you said.
âi donât care,â he replied. âyou do.â
he brought his hands up to your face, ready to push your hair out of the way and kiss you, but you were quick to stop him, gripping his wrists and setting them back at his sides.
âyou canâtâwe canât do that right here,â you said, looking around to make sure no one had seen.
âthen letâs go somewhere else,â he said, his voice quiet and serious.
the way he looked at you, his eyes so lust-filled and focused on you. it was like he was putting a trance on you because you couldnât say no.
suddenly, you were following him up the stairs, down the hall and into the bathroom. he locked the door behind you, then pushed you against the door.
with his arms on either side of the door, trapping you in essence, he said, âall i could think about was you when mia was talking to me.â
âdonât say that,â you mumbled guiltily.
âitâs true,â he said, bringing his hand up to stroke the side of your face. âyou canât come here looking like this and expect me to have eyes on anyone else.â
his words were too sweet. he shouldnât be talking like this to you. it was mia who longed to hear him compliment her, him telling her that she was the only girl heâd ever have his eyes on.
of course, that was over, but it didnât mean you had the right to just swoop in and take her old spot, fill a role that was never yours to fill.
but then jake was leaning in, and your back was pressed against the door, so you let him kiss you. your tense body slowly relaxed, your lips finally moving against his.
jake cupped your jaw, tilting your head to the side to give him better access. he sighed into the kiss, relieved at finally getting to feel his lips against yours again. itâd only been a few days since the last time, but those have been a long few days.
you werenât sure when he did it, but suddenly, jake was slotting his knee between your leg, pressing it right up against your heat.
you gasped, giving him the chance to slide his tongue into your mouth. you immediately slid your tongue against his in return, rubbing against it and moaning at the feeling of him exploring you.
the feeling of it spread down your chest, to your stomach, and straight to your core, and then you were grateful to have jakeâs leg right there, easily accessible for you to grind on and relieve some of the ache building up.
jakeâs mouth was firm on your skin as his lips trailed to your cheek, to your jaw, and to your neck. he sucked on the sensitive skin there below your ear, even going as far as to nibble on it, then swiped his tongue over to soothe the bite mark.
âfuck, jake,â you whispered, bringing your hand up to the back of his head.
he hummed into the crook of your neck.
âyeah, you like that?â he mumbled, sucking another hickey into your skin.
you ground your hips down against his leg again, squeezing around his thigh.
âplease,â you whispered.
âplease what?â he asked. âwhat does my baby need?â
you turned your head to the side, too embarrassed and shy to keep looking at him.
âgotta tell me, baby,â he said, titling your head back to face him. âwhat do you want? my fingers, my mouth?â
âyour mouth, jake,â you exhaled, looking up at him with already fucked out eyes.
heâd done practically nothing yet other than kiss your neck a few times and let you pathetically rut against his thigh, but you were already so far gone. you were already dropping all morals you had, ready to let him do whatever he wanted to you in this party bathroom.
he suddenly sank to his knees on the floor in front of you, eyes dark and big staring up at you.
he gripped your thighs, spreading them apart. he then glided his hands up the sides and hiked your skirt up, exposing your soaked lacy pair of panties.
âfuck,â jake groaned, kissing your inner thigh. âyou canât tell me you didnât wear these just for me. looks so fucking good, canât wait to taste you.â
you gasped when he hooked his finger into the waistband of the panties and dragged them down your legs, leaving them dangling around one of your ankles.
your legs shook with anticipation and excitement, your pussy clenching around nothing. he could see how wet you were without even touching you yet, all for him.
he grabbed your ankle and lifted it, hiking one of your legs up over his shoulder. being more spread for him, jake was able to lean in and plant a firm kiss on your clit, before his lips suctioned around it, sucking it slowly like he had your neck.
he trailed his lips down from your clit and slid his tongue up and down your folds, your wetness coating his tongue and filling his mouth with the sweet taste of you.
you dug your heel into his shoulder blade, pushing your cunt deeper into his face. he moaned, overstimulated by your pussy on his face, the amazing taste on his tongue.
âput your other leg up,â jake commanded, squeezing your other leg. âsit on my face.â
you hesitated, then brought your other leg up around his shoulder, almost fully straddling his face. he gripped your thighs tightly, ensuring that you stayed balanced on top of him.
âoh fuck, jake!â you cried out, digging your fingers through his thick, black hair.
he lapped at your cunt like a man starved, inching the tip of his tongue into your fluttering, open hole. he thrusted his tongue in and out of your cunt slowly, the tip of his nose brushing your puffy clit with each movement of his tongue.
your hands shifted to the back of his head, gently pushing him into your pussy. and you couldnât believe how he just took it, and liked it, and ate you out like it was his favorite thing in the world.
you had no idea how lucky mia was to have a pussy eating god as a boyfriend when she did. or maybe he didnât do this to her. maybe you were the only one he wanted to taste like this, and you liked that thought a whole lot better.
âfeels so good, jakey,â you whined, eyes rolling back.
âyouâre so cute,â he mumbled. âkeep calling me that, sweet girl.â
he gripped your thighs, pushing them against his face like he wanted to be smothered by them, wanted to get as close to you as humanly possible.
his pace was fast and slightly messy, yet somehow equally controlled. he knew what he was doing, that much was clear, and it was evident by the way your arousal was smeared on his chin.
he was scratching an itch inside you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge, and you could feel it all tightening in your stomach, a growing heat.
âjakey,â you whined. âpleaseâfuck. donât stop.â
ââm not,â he assured you, voice muffled and words slurred against your leaking cunt. âwanna feel you cum all over my fucking face.â
his words spurred you on even more, vibrating against you. you let out a desperate mewl, shoving your hips even further against his face, desperate for him to just push you over the edge.
all it took was a few more hard swipes of his tongue against your folds, his nose completely rubbing against your clit, and it was just enough stimulation for the knot in your stomach to come undone.
you choked out a sob, legs tightening around his face as you hit your climax. you couldnât help but grind your hips against his face, using his skilled tongue to milk your orgasm.
âyes yes yes!â you chanted.
you could actually feel the droplets of cum leaking from youâthat, or it was jakeâs saliva. either way, it was messy, and his lips glistened with it all.
when you loosened your legs, stepping back down onto the floor, jake stood back up, towering over you. his cheeks were red, his hair messy in his face, and his lips swollen and red. you immediately pulled him in for a sloppy kiss, getting a taste of yourself on his mouth.
âyouâre so fucking perfectâmy god,â he mumbled into your mouth. âiâve gotta have you.â
you werenât sure what he meant by that, but then he pushed you against the sink counter, putting a hand on your back and pushing to get you to arch.
he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, along with his boxers, just enough for his cock to spring out, standing tall and hardâdripping with his precum.
if he werenât so desperate to get inside you, you wouldâve liked to suck him off first. you liked the feeling of his heavy cock on your tongue, the taste of his precum, and the way heâd twitch when you licked the spot just on the underside of his sensitive tip.
he was so much fun to play with. you felt like you just couldnât get enough.
you looked up at the two of you in the mirror, your stomach pressed against the counter. you stared at jakeâs face, so serious with his furrowed eyebrows, and horny as he lined his tip up with your entrance.
he pushed in slow, wincing at the way you clamped around him, at how warm and wet and tight your pussy was. he met your gaze in the mirror as he took his time entering you, smiling a bit at the sight of you staring back.
âyou like watching me?â he asked, large hands gripping your hips. âi like watching you. youâre so fucking prettyâsuch a good girl.â
âjakey,â you cried, reaching your hand around to grab his. you intertwined your fingers, as though what you were doing was romantic. âplease, move. need you to fuck me.â
jake cursed under his breath, and obliged. he slid halfway out, your walls gripping him so perfectly. then, he slid back in, his tip pressed right against your g-spot. whenever he thrusted, he hit it every time, and you were seeing stars every second.
the sound of his pelvis hitting your lower back, the skin slapping together, echoed throughout the room, even louder than the music pouring through the walls from the party going on outside the bathroom.
youâd actually forgotten all about it. youâd forgotten about your friends who were out there, and your best friend whoâd just had a complete and utter drunken meltdown in front of her exâher ex who you were now getting railed by in the bathroom.
you couldnât be guilty. you couldnât even think about the guilt when he was fucking you so good, slamming his cock in and out of you.
and you took it so well. you squeezed his hand, bringing it up to your waist. he thought youâd leave it there, but you continued to drag it up, and up, and up, until you brought it to your neck.
âoh fuck,â he groaned, wrapping his long fingers around your marked-up neck. âwant me to choke you? you like that shit? fuck, youâre perfect.â
he applied a bit of pressure, squeezing your neck enough to take your breath away, but not so much that youâd actually pass out from it.
you moaned, unable to actually produce any coherent words in the position you were in. jake was choking you too hard, and fucking you too hard, so either way you couldnât speak.
your body rocked forward against the counter, and every time you looked up in the mirror, you couldnât believe the sight.
jake, with messy strands of hair falling into his sweaty face, fucking you, his jaw slightly agape from the awe and shock of it all, how good you both felt.
he released his grasp on your neck, dragging his hand up to your chin, then your mouth. he didnât even say anything, yet you knew to open your mouth and accept his fingers.
he pressed his middle and ring finger down onto your tongue, and you wrapped your lips around them, humming happily as you sucked them. you wanted to please him at that point. you wanted to put a show on for him, show him much you liked being played with by him.
âgod, yeah,â he moaned. âlook at you, look how fucking pretty you are.â
your cunt clenched around his dick, a natural reaction to the praise he was feeding you. you couldnât believe how good he was, like his cock was magic.
he took his fingers out of your mouth and brought them down the front of your body, finally landing at your clit. he began rubbing it in wet, messy little circles, igniting your imposing second orgasm.
âyes, jake,â you said. âwanna kiss you.â
suddenly, his thrusts slowed. for a moment, looking up at him in the mirror, you thought you could see him pout.
âyouâre so cute,â he said quietly.
he pulled you up so your back was flush against his hips. he kept his arm secured around your waist like a seatbelt, using his other hand to turn your head to the side.
then, he pressed his lips against yours and started thrusting faster again, holding you close against him.
the kiss was sensual, and something else that you werenât sure how to describe. it felt nice. it felt like you meant more to him than just a random party-fuck. he kissed you like he really cared about you, like he really actually liked you.
that familiar warmth was building up again, the tightening in your stomach. you moaned into his mouth, more and more as you got closer.
âwait for me,â he mumbled against your lips. âjust another minute. wanna cum at the same time, okay, baby?â
you willed yourself not to cum all over him. you agreed that you wanted to cum at the same time as him, knowing itâd be much better.
âokay,â you whimpered. âm just so close.â
âi know, sweet girl, i know,â he cooed, stuffing his cock as deep as he possibly could in your cunt. âiâm close too. gonna give you all my cum, yeah? youâll like that, wonât you?â
âyes, jakey, please!â you begged, groaning. âneed it so bad. i wanna feel it inside me.â
âiâll give it to you,â he grunted, his thrusts getting sloppy and hard. âshit! iâm gonna cum.â
as soon as you felt his body tense and that first rope of cum releasing into your cunt, you let yourself go. you threw your head back against his shoulder just as he slapped his hand over your mouth, your moans and cries muffled against his palm.
he lazily jutted his hips forward, ensuring that he got every last droplet of his cum out and inside you. you spasmed around his cock, trembling in his embrace, and you were glad he had such a firm grasp on you because you were sure you wouldnât have been able to keep yourself upright if not for him.
once he was sure you werenât going to scream from the intensity of your orgasm, he lowered his hand, listening to the faint mewls and whimpers you let out as he fucked you nice and slow, milking it out for the both of you.
âthatâs it,â he cooed in your ear, pushing some hair out of your face. âjust take it, baby. take all my cum.â
you exhaled, pressing your lips to his once again. he kissed you slow, the neatest and longest kiss youâd shared since entering the bathroom.
once it seemed like you both were finally done cumming, jake pulled out. he was quick to pull your panties back up your legs for you, covering your pussy so his cum couldnât spill out.
you redressed in silence, unsure how long youâd been in the bathroom. you checked yourself in the mirror, trying to fix yourself up so it didnât look like you just got railed.
the only thing you couldnât do anything about were the hickeys on your neck. jake had not messed around, and there were a bunch of bruises scattered around, obvious to anyone.
âjesus, jake,â you said, bringing your fingers up to the bruises. âhow am i supposed to walk out of here looking like this?â
âwith a smile on your face and my cum stuffed in your pussy,â he responded, pulling his shirt down over his head.
you slapped his chest.
âiâll go out first,â you responded. âwait a few minutes until you come out so no one sees that we were together.â
âwhat, are you ashamed of me?â he joked.
you gave him a look. he pulled you in, planting a scarily domestic kiss to your forehead before sending you on your way.
you cracked open the door, peaking your head out to make sure no one was looking, before sneaking out.
back downstairs you went. the party had cleared out a bit, but there was still a fair amount of people there. it was almost 1 in the morning by that point.
âoh hey, y/n.â
suddenly, jay and sunghoon were standing in front of you, each with a red solo cup filled with some sort of mixed alcoholic drink.
âhave you seen jake?â sunghoon wondered.
âwhat? no,â you responded, frowning. âwhy would i have seen jake?â
jay and sunghoon exchanged a look.
âwell, you sit next to each other in chemistry, so we kinda thought you two were friends or something,â jay explained.
âno,â you quickly denied. âweâre not friends, and i donât know where he is.â
another look passed between them, a look you couldnât read.
âokay,â jay said.
âis mia alright?â sunghoon wondered. âwe saw her little moment earlier.â
âsheâs fine,â you said, although you were pretty sure that wasnât true. âshe just loves him still.â
you didnât know why you told them that, even though mia had pretty much spilled that truth herself earlier. you were just too discombobulated after what youâd just done with jake and then running into his best friends immediately after.
âah, right,â jay said. âi hope sheâs okay. i feel bad for her.â
you raised your eyebrows in surprise. werenât they supposed to be on jakeâs side?
âyeah, i mean you know the real reason they broke up, right?â sunghoon said.
you heart seemed to stop for a brief moment.
âthe real reason?â you repeated. âi thought they broke up because he wanted to see other people?â
âthat is why,â jay confirmed.
âyeah, he wanted to start seeing one person specificallyââ
jay quickly nudged sunghoon in the side, getting him to stop talking before he could go on, obviously blurting something out that he wasnât supposed to.
but youâd heard enough. he wanted to start seeing one person specifically. he broke up with mia for a certain person.
âwell, weâre gonna go look for him!â jay said before you could dwell on it too hard. âsee you around.â
he dragged sunghoon away, starting their search for jake.
you then stood by yourself, but not for too long because when you turned around, you found jira jogging over to you.
âoh my god, weâve been looking for you,â she said, slightly out of breath from looking for you. âwhere were you? mia is really wasted so weâre gonna leave. weâre gonna call anâis that a hickey?â
you slapped your hand over your neck, not that it did anything since you had hickeys on the other side of your neck, but it felt right.
âno,â you lied.
âwere you just hooking up with someone?â she asked, a smirk tugging on the ends of her lips.
âno, of course not,â you responded, shaking your head rapidly. âwhereâs mia and chae?â
âtheyâre outside,â jira answered. âwhen i left to go look for you, mia was dry heaving into a bush.â
you cringed.
âgreat,â you said. âcâmon, iâm ready to get out of here.â
together you left the party, carrying the evidence of what youâd just done with jake on your neck and in your underwear.
-
you woke up the next morning to the sound of your phone buzzing.
it was 6 in the morning, but it felt like the middle of the night due to how dark it was outside.
your friends were still passed out around you and likely would be for the next few hours since theyâd had so much to drink at the party.
you grabbed your phone, squinting at the bright screen and trying to get your eyes to unblur so you could read the messages youâd gotten.
jakesim02 â 5:18 a.m.
heyyy baby
my pretty fuckingv girl
god i canât sttop thinking about you
fuckin sitting on mmy face and letting me fuck you so good d in the bathroom
you gulped, once again checking to make sure all your friends were still sleeping around you. once you confirmed that they were, you kept reading.
jakesim02 â 5:42 a.m.
im drink
drunkk*
fuck lol
I miss u
usery/n â 5:55 a.m.
youâre still drunk?
were you up all night?
jakesim02 â 5:55 a.m.
OMG youâre awake!!
hi
yeah went to bad after party ended
bae**
Bar***** LOL
usery/n â 5:56 a.m.
jake
jakesim02 â 5:56 a.m.
y/n.
usery/n â 5:57 a.m.
go to sleep
jakesim02 â 5:57 a.m.
:(
okkkkkkkk
but will you text me back when i wwakeu up?
usery/n â 5:57 a.m.
yes
jakesim02 â 5:58 a.m.
oka
bc u didnât before
and it made me so sad
Cuz u rly like u
I***
i rly like you
you stared at the message, your heart pounding as you took in what you read. obviously, he was very drunk, but it seemed like he meant it.
you also thought back to what sunghoon was telling you back at the party, about how jake left mia to be with one person specifically.
but there was no way. it couldnât be.
usery/n â 5:59 a.m.
letâs talk what youâre sober
you turned your phone off, looking over at a sleeping mia. and then it hit you againâguilt.
you slept with her ex at a party she was at, a party where she lashed out and tried to get him back. and now it was becoming something deeper. feelings were starting to get intertwined.
things were getting messy.
no, not messy. messier.
to be continued.
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shorter than the first part but hopefully still good!!!! and no taglist sorry :( !
in which you have complicated feelings for your best friendâs ex boyfriend.
pairing: sim jake x fem!reader
warnings: best friends ex!jake, enemies to ???, everyone is kinda toxic, dry humping, hickeys, fingering in public, exhibitionism, blowjob, face fucking, cum swallowing, finger sucking, mention of throwing up but doesnât actually happen, unprotected sex, cumming inside, squirting.
wc: 11.5k. not proofread.
âiâm so sorry,â you said softly, rubbing your best friendâs back as she sobbed into her pillow. âyou donât deserve this.â
mia raised her head, her cheeks streaked with black streams of mascara and tears. her hair was a mess, her eyes a never ending waterfallâthe true form of a person who just got brutally dumped.
âhow could he do this to me?â she cried, looking at you like you had the answer. âi was supposed to be different. i was supposed to be the one for him.â
âi know you donât see it now,â you told her, âbut it may be a blessing in disguise.â
âi donât care!â mia sobbed, collapsing dramatically back onto her pillow. âi wanted him!â
your words were ultimately pointless, so you rubbed her back again, providing as much comfort as you could muster.
-
that was two weeks ago, when sim jake broke your best friends heart.
theyâd only managed to be an official couple for about three months before jake abruptly dumped her over the phone.
in fact, you were actually there when it happened. lots of people were because jake decided to make the phone call when he knew mia was out at a girls night with all her friends, including you.
you could remember the way her expression fell a minute into the phone call, the way her eyes welled up with tears and the hand that flew over her mouth in shock.
the rest of the girls night was spent consoling her, which was impossible because mia really did like him and had no idea he intended to break up with her.
so, from that point on you, you hated jake. you despised him, and since mia didnât have it in her to hate him, you hated him enough for the both of you.
you hated him, his friends, his stupid australian accentâeverything about him and everything do with him.
so, you were far from pleased when the new semester of school started and you found that you had a class with him.
chemistry.
you were only taking it to fulfill a general requirement that you needed to graduate. otherwise, you wouldnât be sitting in the lecture hall at 8 a.m. on an extra freezing winter morning, eyelids heavy as the professor droned on and on about elements and molecules.
not only were you irritated by the painfully boring lecture, but the sight of jake sitting just a few rows in front of you with his friends made it ten times worse.
you couldnât help your eyes from continuously wandering his way, not because you cared about his existence, but because he and his friends were obnoxious and distracting. other students in the class noticed it, too, but they were too far from the professor for him to notice. plus, the professor looked very old, so you werenât sure he would have noticed either way.
when class ended, you shoved everything into your backpack and practically sprinted out of the lecture hall, eager to get back to your warm apartment where youâd be safe from the freezing temperatures and icy snow.
you only managed to get a few feet from the building before your name was being called.
ây/n!â someone shouted, someone you really hoped it wasnât. âwait up!â
you turned your head, and when you saw that it was jake jogging over to you, you walked a little faster.
âhey,â he said, managing to catch up with you, slightly breathless. âwhen someone says wait up, that usually mean you should stop walking.â
âi know what it means,â you responded.
you hadnât spoken to him once since he broke up with mia.
when they were still dating, their friend groups kind of combined, and since you were miaâs closest friend, you ended up hanging around jake a lot. you got to know him a bit, and you actually liked him as a person, but all that ended the minute he made that phone call to mia.
âright,â he mumbled, sighing. âhowâs she doing?â
you raised an eyebrow.
âgreat,â you lied.
mia was actively doing horrible. she didnât want to leave her house, not even to go to class. she didnât want to eat or do anything except stay in her bed and sleep.
âreally?â jake asked, the surprise is his tone obvious.
âyeah,â you said. âshe seems happier than ever now that youâre not in the picture anymore.â
jake scoffed. âyeah, right.â
he was walking next to you through campus, mindlessly following you in the direction of your apartment.
âwhy do you even care?â you asked, irritated on behalf of mia. âyouâre the one who broke up with her.â
âi donât care,â jake responded. âi was just curious.â
god, heâd become such a dick.
you rolled your eyes. âwhatever, jake.â
âwhat, just because i broke up with her, that means you have to hate me too?â he asked.
âwell, yeah,â you scoffed. âobviously. plus, you broke up with her in the douchiest way possible, and didnât even tell her why.â
âi did tell her why,â jake defended.
âoh yeah?â you said. âwhy then?â
âso i could see other people,â he answered.
you shook your head in disbelief. what the hell happened to him? he was so nice when he was dating miaâit was like something possessed him.
âyouâre an asshole,â you told him, shooting him one more glare before speeding up and walking away from him.
-
mia â 7:57 p.m.
has everyone seen/heard abt him?
you glanced down at your phone, reading the message mia had sent to the girls group chat.
you debated whether or not you should tell her.
chae â 7:58 p.m.
i havenât
jira â 8:00 p.m.
me neither thank god đ
you sighed, knowing mia would probably be upset if she found out youâd spoken to him and not told her.
y/n â 8:01 p.m.
heâs in my chem classâŚ
it seemed like not even a second passed before your phone started vibrating with an incoming call from mia.
you shut your laptop, leaving your studies behind for the moment to focus your attention of your best friend.
âyou have a class with him?!â she practically shouted in your ear as soon as you picked up the call.
âyeah, unfortunately,â you answered, leaning back in your desk chair.
âwell, tell me everything!â she exclaimed. âhowâd he look? did he look distraught? sad? tired? did he say anything to you?â
âhe lookedââ
âdid he say anything about me?â she interrupted, eagerly spewing questions at you. âdo you think he wants to get back together?â
âhe asked me how you were,â you finally managed to utter.
there was a brief pause on the line, and then you heard a sniffle.
âoh my god,â mia said, and you could hear in her voice that she was crying. âoh my god, he still cares. he cares about me.â
you decided not to tell her about the part where jake distinctly announced that he doesnât care.
âyeah,â you mumbled.
âwell, whatâd you say?â mia questioned.
âi said you were great,â you told her. âand that youâre happier than ever now that heâs out of the picture.â
you expected her to be proud of your lie, happy with your response.
but instead there was a pause.
and then, âyouâre kidding, right?â
your eyebrows furrowed.
âno?â you replied, confused.
ây/n,â she said, her voice scarily deep and unsettling. âyou told him that iâm doing great? and that iâm happy without him?â
ââŚyes?â you remarked, still utterly confused.
âare you a fucking idiot?â she said, voice getting louder. âwhy the hell would you tell him that? heâs not going to want to get back together with me if he thinks iâm doing perfectly fine without him! he should know that iâve never been worse in my life, that i need him back!â
her words were slightly intelligible through her mixture of wrath and crying, but you managed to make out what sheâd said, and you knew that you somehow fucked up.
âshit, i didnât know,â you said, voice small and hesitant like a childâs. âi thought youâd want him to think youâre better off without him, that youâre seeing other people and stuff.â
âoh my god, no!â she yelled, true frustration and anger in her voice. âfuck, you are so dumb! i canât believe this. he probably thinks iâm screwing someone else by now and that iâve forgotten all about him because of you!â
you tried not to feel hurt by her words. you knew she wasnât in her right mind, that this breakup was really taking a toll on her and her mental state.
but still, you wanted to try and make things right.
âwell, i can talk to him again!â you suggested, hoping sheâd like the idea. she went quiet, which told you that she was at least listening. âi can tell him i was lying and that youâre actually doing terrible.â
âyouâd do that?â mia asked.
you already regretted telling her that. the last thing you wanted to have to do was converse with that jackass again.
âsure,â you agreed. âif it makes it better.â
âthat would mean the world to me,â mia gushed, letting out a relieved sigh. âreally, y/n, thank you so much.â
her tears and anger seemed like a thing of the distant past, and it almost frightened you how quick she was able to jump from emotion to emotion.
âyeah,â you said quietly. âno problem.â
-
the next day, all throughout class your dread for taking to jake grew. you just had to keep reminding yourself that you were doing it for mia.
so, once class was over, it was time for you to strike.
jake was between two of his friends, heading for the door, when you boldly tapped his shoulder to get his attention.
they all turned and looked at you.
âhey, y/n,â sunghoon said, smiling politely. âhow have you been?â
âi didnât know you were in this class,â jay said, offering a wave.
jake only stared down at you, his expression unreadable.
âi need to talk to you,â you told him, disregarding his friends.
jake raised a surprised eyebrow.
âfine,â he said. turning to his friends, he said, âiâll catch up with you guys later.â
sunghoon and jay went one way out of the building, and you and jake went another, out into the frosty air.
âsurprised youâre talking to me voluntarily,â he said, cheeks turning red from the coldness.
âi wouldnât call it voluntarily,â you muttered under your breath. âlisten, i lied yesterday.â
jake frowned, stuffing his gloved hands into his pockets. âabout what?â
âabout mia,â you answered. âabout how sheâs doing fine. sheâs actually not. at all. sheâs terrible. really, really terrible.â
âoh,â jake said. he was quiet for just a moment, and then simply said, âokay.â
you paused in your footsteps, looking at him with a frown.
âthatâs it?â you asked.
he also stopped walking, turning to face you.
âum, yeah?â he remarked. âwhat else am i supposed to say?â
âyou could feel a little remorse for hurting someone that you once actually had true feelings for,â you snapped back. âbut all you have to say is âokay?ââ
âyep,â jake said. âokay.â
you scoffed. âyouâre insane. really, you must be a sociopath or something.â
jake let out a forced chuckle.
âbelieve me, iâm not,â he said.
âno, i think you are,â you argued. âseriously, youâre just so cruel. i donât get how you switched up so fast.â
âyouâre acting like i broke up with you,â he replied. âif sheâs so upset about it, tell her to come talk to me instead of sending you as her little messenger. iâm sure you have better things to do.â
âlike youâd have a real conversation with her,â you spat back. âa phone call is the best sheâll get out of you.â
âshe should be glad to get to talk to me at all,â jake remarked, anger rising in his voice.
âwell, i know i for one really donât enjoy talking to you,â you replied, your voice also raising.
âthen why are you?â jake questioned, raising his hands up in exasperation.
âfor her!â you fully yelled, earning you and jake a few looks from students passing by. you exhaled deeply, embarrassed about the attention. âbut, iâm done now.â
âgood,â jake grumbled.
âyeah, good,â you muttered before turning around and speeding away.
-
mia â 6:27 p.m.
did you talk to him???
there went your phone again, buzzing on your desk while you tried to do homework.
you flipped your phone over, not wanting to think about your argument with jake earlier, and especially not wanting to have to explain it to mia.
you refocused your attention on your laptop, trying to engage in your homework, but less than a minute later, there was another message.
mia â 6:28 p.m.
y/nnnnnn
come on iâve been waiting all day
you huffed in annoyance, finally picking your phone up to respond.
y/n â 6:30 p.m.
he said okay.
just as you expected, your phone started ringing. you picked up right away.
âwhat the fuck do you mean he said okay?â mia asked.
âi said you were doing terrible and all that, and he said okay,â you explained. âit wasnât much of a conversation.â
âso, he doesnât even care?â she asked, voice cracking as a warning sign of tears.
âi donât know, mia,â you relented, sighing in defeat. âi canât tell, but i canât keep having these conversations with him. theyâre pointless and he pisses me off too much.â
âhe pisses you off?â mia accused. âwell, excuse me. i guess itâs more important how you feel rather than the person who got their heart torn apart in shreds by him.â
âthatâs not what iâm saying,â you defended. âiâm just saying, nothing good is coming from this. i feel like you need to just stop thinking about him as best as you can and try to start moving on.â
âi canât fucking just move on, y/n!â mia shouted. âthat man is my soulmate and i know it, and he just needs a little reminder that i am the one for him.â
âthen you remind him,â you said, hanging up abruptly.
you felt guilty immediately.
the poor girl was going through a breakup and you were no help. if anything, you felt like youâd just made things worse somehow.
youâd gotten into too many arguments that day, and you were tired. you didnât want to be put in the middle of their failed relationship any longer. you didnât like jake, and now you were starting to get annoyed with mia.
you needed to stay out of it.
-
a night out.
that was what you needed.
a week later you found yourself at the local bar with chae and jira, the first night youâd all gone out together since the breakup.
âiâm sorry, but she was acting crazy,â you ranted to the girls, sipping on your vodka cranberry. âshe was screaming at me over the phone when all i was trying to do was be a good friend.â
âthis breakup has been horrible on her,â jira said. âis it bad to say iâm kinda glad she isnât here tonight?â
the three of you were sitting at a high top table in the corner, overlooking the bar, which was bustling and busy since it was a friday night.
âno, me too,â chae agreed. âif she was here, the only thing sheâd be doing is crying over jake, and iâm just tired of hearing about it.â
âwell, at least weâre all on the same page,â you said, sipping down the rest of your drink. âiâm gonna get another drink.â
you strode off to the bar, waiting patiently for the bartender to get to you. you ordered another vodka soda.
once your drink was made and in hand, you turned to go back to your table, only to find that it wasnât just chae and jira sitting there anymore. accompanying them was sunghoon and jay, and you almost didnât want to go back over.
alas, you did, clearing your throat to make your presence known.
âoh, hey, y/n,â sunghoon greeted, smiling warmly down at you much like he had in class the other day.
âhey,â you greeted unsurely.
âguess we all needed a night out,â jira joked.
âyeah, it feels like this breakup has been taking a bigger toll on us than it has them,â jay said.
âhas jake been handling it badly too?â chae wondered.
jay and sunghoon exchanged knowing glances.
ânot exactly,â jay answered. âheâsâŚhandling it the way he handles things.â
suddenly, his gaze drifted to the other corner of the bar. you all followed where he was looking to find that jake was standing at the bar with a girl, his hand secured on her lower back.
you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief and disgust.
âheâs awful,â you said, the girls nodding in agreement.
jay rapidly shook his head, stopping sunghoon from saying whatever it was he was about to say. sunghoon took a sip of his drink to keep himself from spilling.
âjust what?â jira wondered.
ânothing,â jay answered, waving his hand dismissively. âdo you guys wanna take that booth over there?â
so, you found yourself moving over to the booth with the girls, sunghoon, and jay. you were very relieved mia wasnât here, and you knew that she could not find out her closest friends were hanging out with her exes closest friends.
the group began to talk, but you were quick to zone out, your attention drifting over to jake from across the room for whatever reason. you sipped your drink, feeling the alcohol course through your veins and make your head fuzzy.
you watched the way his hand gripped the girls waist, the way he smiled charmingly at her and nodded along to whatever she was saying, pretending like he was listening when it was clear to you he just wanted to get in her pants.
but then the girl left. she hugged jake, and walked out of the bar without him.
was he just rejected?
please let that have been a rejection, you thought to yourself, beyond grateful to hav just witnessed it if it was was.
he sauntered over to the booth where you all were, sliding in across from you.
âwhy are we sitting with them?â he asked sunghoon and jay. âmore specifically, her.â
his eyes landed on you when he said it, and you stuck up your middle finger.
âwhat happened? i thought you were gonna go home with that girl,â sunghoon said, disregarding jakeâs question.
âshe said she couldnât bring anyone to her place or sleep over because her parents are visiting,â jake explained.
âsounds like bullshit to me,â you said.
jake squinted his eyes at you.
âi got her number,â he informed.
âwell, i was watching you guys the whole time and didnât see her give it to you,â you responded.
âoh, so youâre stalking me now?â jake said, leaning in closer to you across the table.
âlike i care that much about you,â you retorted, also leaning in to show that you werenât intimidated by him.
âhey, hey, hey,â jay finally intervened, pulling jakeâs shoulder back. âwhat the hell is the matter with you guys?â
âhow are you friends with him?â you asked jay and sunghoon, utterly bewildered.
they were so nice, and jake was so awful.
âi could ask the same thing to you guys,â jake said to your friends.
âguys, stop,â chae said, frowning as she looked between you and jake. âlisten, you guys obviously donât have to be friends or even like each other, but you canât fight like this.â
you slumped down in the booth seat, shoulders caving in as you grumpily sipped your drink.
âwhatever,â you grumbled.
jake scoffed, then mumbled, âiâm getting a drink.â
he slid out of the booth and went back to the bar, ordering himself a drink.
he came back a few minutes later, and you didnât let yourself look at him, knowing youâd probably just want to say something snarky every time.
so, you and the rest of the group talked and drank, then drank some more, and drank even more.
you were drunk. not just tipsy or buzzed, but fully drunk, edging the border of blacking out.
you knew you had to stop, but by the time you figured that out, it was too late.
everyone was at the table, laughing and chatting and getting along quite well the same way you all did back when you hung around each other when jake and mia were still dating.
and then it hit you.
a wave of nausea overcame your body. your face paled, your laughter coming to an immediate halt as soon as the urge to release everything youâd drunken that night hit you.
without saying anything to anyone, you jumped out of the booth and pushed your way through hoards of people to get outside.
as soon as you made it outside and the cold hair hit your overheated skin, the urge to dispel your guts faded. the nausea wore off, and all you felt was the dizziness of being drunk.
you stumbled over to the brick wall, leaning your back against it to keep yourself sturdy. you pressed a hand to your hand, catching your breath.
âyou okay?â
jake.
you took a deep inhale, nodding. you still were trying not to look at him, but had no choice to when he held out a glass of ice water for you.
âhere,â he said. âyou need water.â
with a shaky hand, you accepted the water and took a few small sips. you could feel yourself sobering up as a result of freezing temperature and a liquid in your system that wasnât alcohol.
âthanks,â you uttered out.
jake leaned against the wall next to you, keeping a decent sized gap between the two of you. the music from the bar vibrated through the wall, thumping in your ears.
you were waiting for him to say something, expecting something snarky or teasing you for nearly puking up everything you drank over the course of the night.
but it was silence from him. instead, you were the one to speak.
âi donât get you,â you said. his head turned to face you, waiting for you to elaborate. âare you nice or are you a dick?â
he chuckled, his dark eyes shiny in the night.
âthatâs up for debate,â he answered.
âyeah,â you mumbled. âi canât figure it out. you were cool when you were dating mia, but now youâre just a douche.â
jake rubbed his neck. âwe all deal with things differently.â
âyeah, butâŚâ you trailed off, too tired and drunk to think straight. âi donât know. just seems like iâm the only one youâre like this to.â
jake took a step closer, turning to lean his wall on the shoulder and face you. he crossed his arms, his breath appearing as a white cloud in front of his face.
âyouâre not so nice to me either, you know,â he said.
âyeah, but itâs warranted,â you said. âyou broke my best friends heart, so obviously iâm gonna hate you.â
he hummed, strands of dark hair rustling in the piercing wind.
âmaybe i wouldnât have ended things if iâd known itâd make you hate me,â he said.
you blinked, your drunken brain desperately trying to decipher the meaning of what heâd just told you.
but, nothing. you didnât understand, and you honestly werenât sure youâd understand if you were sober either.
âwhat?â
jake shook his head.
ânothing.â
you didnât know what to say, and it seemed like had nothing else to add, so you just stared at each other, eyes watery from the wind.
âyour cheeks are red,â you pointed out, unsure why you said it and even more unsure of why you brought your hand up to poke said cheek.
he smiled a bit at the feeling of your finger pressing into his cheek. he leaned into the feeling, eyes following your finger as it left his face and fell back to your side.
âitâs cold out,â he replied.
âyeah,â you said, âbut it feels good.â
suddenly, jake grabbed your wrist and brought your hand back to his face. you flattened your palm and he pressed it against his cheek, keeping his hand on top of yours to keep it planted there.
you frowned in confusion. even drunk, you could tell something wasnât right.
but you didnât stop it when jake seemed to be getting closer. you didnât stop it when his face was just inches away from yours, when his warm breath fanned your face and his eyes flickered down to your lips.
you didnât stop him when he leaned into just a bit more, ready to accept his lips on yours.
âthere you guys are!â
jake practically slapped your hand down from his face and spun away from you, leaning back against the wall like he wasnât just a millisecond away from kissing you.
out walked your friends, oblivious to what theyâd just gotten in the way of.
âare you okay, y/n?â chae asked urgently, eyebrows pushed together in concern. âyou looked pretty rough in there.â
you side eyed jake, but he couldnât bring himself to look back at you.
âyeah, iâm fine,â you said, pushing your hair out of your face. âiâm just ready to go home.â
you guys said your goodbyes to the boys, jake still refusing to make eye contact with you, and then went your own way opposite of them.
-
it took all of your strength and energy to show up to class that monday morning.
there was about a foot of snow coating the ground outside, and you were exhausted. itâd taken you all weekend to record from the hangover you had.
most of all, though, you were nervous about seeing jake.
nothing had happened, but something really almost did, and wouldâve had your friends not walked out at the worst possible second.
you wouldâve kissed jakeâa man you hated, and your best friends ex boyfriend who sheâs still obsessed with.
the thought of it all made your stomach twist, and you knew it wasnât going to be easy getting through the lecture.
nonetheless, you had a degree to get, so you kept your head held high and marched up to the door of the building.
you tugged on the handle, but it didnât budge.
with a frown, you tried the other door. locked.
âclass was cancelled.â
your body tensed at the sudden voice, a voice that was all too familiar and distinct from its accent.
you turned only to find jake standing behind you. you gulped, trying to keep a calm demeanor. donât let him see your nerves.
âoh,â you said.
you werenât sure how you missed the email or noticed the lack of students on campus as you were walking through. it went to show how in your own head you currently were.
you shifted your gaze down and started trudging through the snow to go back home.
ây/n, wait,â jake said.
you kept walking, and he followed you anyway.
âcan we talk?â he asked.
âabout what?â
âyou know what.â
you stopped in your footsteps.
âsure,â you replied, your tone bitter. âwhyâd you do it? whyâd you try to kiss me?â
jakeâs jaw clenched. there was a glimmer in his eyes, something you couldnât quite make out.
âi was drunk,â he answered.
âreally? thatâs your answer?â you asked.
âthatâs the truth,â he said.
you scoffed. âgod, you really are a dick.â
you started walking again, jake immediately following.
âyou wouldâve kissed me back,â he argued. âdonât try to deny it.â
âi was drunk,â you replied, using his own words against him.
âwell then maybe itâs good we didnât,â he said.
âobviously itâs good we didnât!â you exclaimed, halting in your steps so abruptly that jake nearly ran into you. âyouâre my best friends asshole ex boyfriend! it would be terrible if we kissed!â
âokay, okay, i get it,â jake said, raising his hands in defense. âwe can just forget it happened.â
âbelieve me, iâm trying,â you grumbled.
for some reason, a reason you had no explanation for, you felt like jake looked hurt. he looked like a kicked puppy, a slight pout to his plump lips, and his eyes big and longing.
it almost made you feel bad. almost.
âi guess iâll see you in class,â he mumbled, then turned around and walked away before you could do it first.
-
that night, you were sitting on the couch in your apartment, the tv playing some random movie in front of you. it didnât matter because you couldnât pay attention to it anyway. your mind was somewhere else.
jake.
you couldnât stop thinking about him. from the moment he almost kissed you to the look on his face when you told him you were trying to forget the almost-kiss. you just couldnât get him out.
letting out a defeated sigh, you grabbed your phone and opened instagram. you typed his username into the search slot and tapped on his account, scrolling through his array of pictures.
there was a picture of him and his dog, a picture of him with sunghoon and jay, but the one that caught your attention the most was one of just him.
it was a candid photo of him standing on the rooftop of some building overlooking the city. the first one was of him looking out at the view, and the next few pictures to follow were of him looking towards the camera once he realized his photo was being taken.
the photo carousel ended with him smiling at the camera, reaching out to take the phone from the personâs hand.
you stared hard. his face, as much as you really hated to admit it, was very handsome. he was a good looking guy, and there was no denying it.
you brushed your thumb over the screen, as though you could caress his face through the phone.
but in doing that, you accidentally liked the picture.
and the picture was from five months ago.
your eyes widened, heart race accelerating as you realized the horrible mistake you just committed. you unliked the photo right away, but you knew it didnât matter. you were fucked. youâd just exposed yourself for stalking his account.
but it only got worse, because you could see that jake suddenly went online. and then, your phone vibrated with a new message.
jakesim02 â 10:25 p.m.
thatâs a pretty good picture of me huh
you turned your phone off and threw it to the other side of the couch, groaning into your hands in frustration.
-
as jake was walking in to class the next day, he went straight over to your seat and sat next to you.
you shot him a fierce glare, not knowing why heâd just sat next to you.
âdid you have fun stalking my account yesterday?â he teased.
your jaw clenched, and you exhaled through your nostrils in frustration.
âit was an accident,â you defended.
âi know,â he said. âit was an accident when you liked the picture, but it wasnât an accident when you got on instagram, typed my name into the search, and scrolled through all my photos.â
you were at a loss for words. he was absolutely right, as irritating and terrible as it was.
what were you thinking? why did you care about his instagram? why did you have to do that and be so reckless?
luckily, class started then, so instead of having to come up with some terrible, unbelievable excuse, the professor began to teach.
jake didnât go back to his normal seat, though. he stayed put right there next to you, his body close enough to yours that the sides of your arms touched.
you didnât like it. rather, you didnât like the way it made you feel. you didnât like that it made your entire body feel warm, just the sensation of coming in contact with him.
there was something very wrong here. you werenât friends with jake. you were far from it, actually, so why was he sitting beside you in the lecture and why were you letting him? why was he close enough that you could smell his cologne and why did you want him even closer?
it was safe to say, there was no focusing on the material being taught that day.
-
jakesim02 â 8:51 p.m.
hey
be a dear and send me the notes from today? đ
a few days later, and your relationship with jake seemed to have transformed entirely.
heâd begun sitting next to you in class everyday, his friends accepting that he wasnât sitting with them anymore.
and somehow, you didnât mind it. in factâand you knew this was badâbut you began looking forward to it. the once dreaded 8 a.m. lecture was something you got excited for now because you knew youâd get to see jake.
not only would you get to see him, but youâd get to sit next to him, to feel his arm occasionally brush against yours, to hear him whisper a joke about the old professor in your ear and have to stifle laughter for the rest of class.
usery/n â 8:53 p.m.
how come you didnât show up đ§
today had been the first time jake missed a class. you were tempted to message him that morning and ask him where he was, but even you knew how desperate that wouldâve sounded.
you had to at least try to keep pretending like you hated him for miaâs sake.
jakesim02 â 8:53 p.m.
aww did you miss me? âşď¸âşď¸âşď¸
iâm out sick, probs wonât make it tmr either
so make sure to take good notes đ
usery/n â 8:55 p.m.
youâre sick? whatâs wrong?
jakesim02 â 8:55 p.m.
just a cold and fever
probably just bc the weather
usery/n â 8:56 p.m.
oh
deserved.
jakesim02 â 8:56 p.m.
WTF đđ
usery/n â 8:57 p.m.
iâll bring the notes over tomorrow.
jakesim02 â 8:59 p.m.
letâs gooo đđđ
you closed out of instagram and set your phone aside, already feeling the combination of anxiety and excitement in your stomach about seeing jake outside of a classroom setting tomorrow.
what the hell was your problem? if mia knew you were having these feelings, developing some sort of a friendship with jake, she would be beyond infuriated.
you knew it was bad, but you just couldnât tell her.
-
inhale.
knock on the door.
exhale.
a moment later, jake opened his apartment door, a smile overtaking his face when he saw you.
âhey, come in,â he said, stepping out of the doorway.
he was clad in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, his hair messy and his nose red. he was sick, indeed, and you didnât even feel like saying anything snarky about it because you could only focus on how cute he looked.
you were royally fucked.
you stepped into his apartment, sliding out of your shoes.
âi got you a copy of the notes,â you informed, âand this.â
you help a tupperware container of soup that youâd made yourself.
âoh my god,â he gushed. âyou made that for me?â
âno,â you lied, eyes shifty. âi was making soup anyway. i just had some leftover.â
âeither way,â he said, accepting the container from you, âthatâs really sweet. i appreciate it.â
you shrugged like it was nothing, but deep down you were pleased to have made him happy.
âwould you mind helping me recap the lectures i missed?â jake asked, already starting back down the hall to his bedroom. âiâm sure the notes are great, but just in case. if youâre not busy.â
you gulped, your feet already following him to his room.
âokay,â you agreed. âjust for a bit.â
once in his room, he sat on his bed, the blankets a mess which told you heâd probably been laying there for the majority of the day. there was a box of tissues on the nightstand, some crumpled up on the floor.
âsorry, itâs dirty,â he said. âiâve just beenâŚâ
he trailed off, scratching the back of his head.
âsick?â you questioned.
âyeah,â he confirmed, chuckling.
you got the feeling that he was a little nervous about you being there, and that only made you feel more nervous. it was wrong, and it seemed like you both knew that.
you cleared your throat and sat down at his desk, pulling the notes out of your backpack. you handed him the pages and kept a copy for yourself, then began recapping and explaining.
jake listened dutifully, asking questions for clarification here and there. you were surprised by his interest in the subject, how it seemed like he actually cared about the content you guys were learning whilst you only cared enough to pass the tests and get the class over with.
you were in the middle of answering one of his questions when he suddenly began coughing. heâd been coughing a bit the entire time, but this time specifically seemed like an extra bad attack.
it was enough for you to stop talking, looking up at him with concern. you then noticed the water bottle on his desk and quickly picked it up, bringing it over to him.
he took it gratefully, taking a few large swigs that helped calm his cough attack down.
âfuck,â he muttered, twisting the lid back on. âthank you. sorry.â
âare you okay?â you asked, cautiously sitting on the edge of his bed next to him.
âyeah, yeah, iâm fine,â he assured you. âsorry, you can keep talking about the notes, orâŚâ
he trailed off, looking at you like heâd just realized you were sitting on his bed now, that you were closer than you were before. he swallowed, eyes shamelessly scanning you from the bottom to the top.
he licked his lips, meeting your eyes.
âor what?â you asked, your voice ever so soft.
he exhaled, trailing his hand across the mattress until it landed on top of yours. you looked down at where they met, at where your fingers folded into each others.
âor,â he said, âcome here.â
you looked back up to his face, and suddenly it was so obvious. he wanted to kiss you. he really wanted to kiss you. the hunger was evident in his eyes, his cheeks flush from both the fever and the desire to have you.
and you wanted him just as badly. you needed him in that moment.
so, you let go of every negative emotion of you had about him and the situation just for the time being, and leaned in, connecting your lips together.
jake sighed into the kiss, relieved to finally feel the sensation of you on him. he brought his hands to your waist, gripping you with as much of the little energy he had.
he kissed you slowly, warmly, tenderly, the heat of his body radiating against you. you didnât even care that he was sick anymore, that there was a high chance you could sick from the exchanging of germs.
none of that mattered. kissing him felt too good, too right. sickness be damned. mia be damned.
he spread his legs a bit, pulling you onto his lap. you straddled him, leaning forward so your chests were pressed together.
your head tilted to the side to kiss him deeper, and you couldnât believe how good it felt. you could feel it in your entire bodyâthe electricity, the warmth and excitement that came from his lips fluidly rubbing against yours.
your lips smacked together, creating a lewd sound that had a sensitive jake moaning into your mouth, jutting his hips up into you desperately. you gasped at the feeling of his hard on pressed against you, your lips opening just wide enough for him to snake his tongue inside.
you immediately accepted this intrusion, quick to rub your tongue back against his. it was filthy, sloppy, and wet, and you both couldnât get enough.
you found yourself shifting your hips back and forth on his lap, desperate to ease some of the tension that had built between your legs. he helped guide you, keeping a firm grip on your hips.
âfuck, y/n,â he whispered. âfeels so fucking good.â
you clenched around nothing, your fist squeezing the fabric of his sweatshirt. you trailed your lips down from his mouth to his jawline, pressing down hard and warm. you then continued making your way down to his neck, where you continue to kiss and eventually suck, carelessly leaving purple and pink bruises on his overheated skin.
âoh fuck,â he moaned, more sensitive than normal. his hips were thrusting up into you, like he was trying to fuck you through his clothes. âoh my god, yeah. thatâs so good, baby.â
but it was when jake began dragging his hand up your shirt, pulling the fabric along with him, that you started to remember the situation at hand, that reality came back into the light.
jake was miaâs ex. mia loved jake. jake broke up with her over the phone because he was a dick. you were making out with him. you were supposed to hate him.
oh god, everything was all wrong. how did this happen? what the hell were you doing?
you quickly detached yourself from jake, climbing off his lap. he looked up at you with furrowed eyebrows, worried that heâd done something wrong.
âwhat is it?â he asked. âare you okay?â
your eyes trailed down to the hickeys on his neck, your heart plummeting to your stomach. youâd done that. you just gave hickeys to miaâs ex boyfriend.
âum.â you could hardly speak. âi have to go now.â
âbutââ
you were rapidly gathering your things, shoving your laptop and folder into your backpack.
âfeel better,â you said, swinging your backpack over your shoulder.
you were out of his room in a flash, beelining straight to the front door without looking back.
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âdo you like this one or this one better?â mia asked you, holding up two different skirts.
âthat one,â you answered, pointing to the ruffled denim mini skirt.
âhm,â mia said, not seeming satisfied with your answer. âi like the other one better.â
she disappeared behind the dressing room curtain, and you let out a sigh of relief once she couldnât see you anymore.
you were shopping at the mall, the first time youâd hung out in weeks alone, and it was harder than you thought itâd be after what youâd done with jake.
the guilt was immense. you could hardly stand to be in her presence, afraid that she knew or would find out. you felt like it was written all over your face, or that she could smell it on youâthat youâd made out and dry humped her ex boyfriend.
your phone vibrated in your purse while you waited for mia to get changed. you pulled it out, eyes widening when you were met with a notification from the man haunting your mind himself.
jakesim02 â 3:29 p.m.
attachment: 1 image
how much concealer do you think i need to cover these up?
you opened the imageâa selfie of jake with his neck stretched to show off all the bruises youâd left.
it was like he wanted to humiliate you.
you didnât know what to say, how to answer, and mia came bursting through the curtain before you could anyway. you tucked your phone away, giving her your full attention.
âthat looks amazing,â you said, forcing a smile onto your face.
âreally?â she asked, checking herself in the mirror. âi wanted to get something cute to take pictures in. then, when i post them on instagram, jake will see and come crawling back to me.â
your breath hitched. just hearing his name leave her mouth made you sweat with anxiety.
âoh,â you said, voice shaking. âthatâs a good idea.â
âright?â she said happily. âyeah, this is the one. this is the skirt thatâs gonna get me my boyfriend back.â
she closed the curtain once again, and you felt your shoulders slump once she was out of sight.
she was adamant on getting jake backâif only she knew.
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jake was back to class a couple of days later, back in his seat beside you like everything was fine and normal.
âhey,â he said to you when you walked in.
âhey,â you replied, pulling your laptop out of your backpack.
âyou never replied to my message,â he said, watching you focus all your attention on your screen and giving none to him. âit was funny, right? i actually donât even have any concealer which makes it even funnier.â
âvery funny,â you responded dryly.
jakeâs smile faded.
âwhatâs wrong?â he asked you, suddenly planting his hand down on your thigh. âwhyâd you run out of my apartment so fast the other day?â
your gaze trickled down to his hand on your leg, the veins in his hand sticking out, his fingers long and secure in their placement.
âdid you get nervous?â he asked, his voice only loud enough for you to hear.
âno,â you lied. âiââ
âalright, everyone quiet down,â the professor spoke, interrupting you. âclass is starting now.â
you gulped, turning back to your laptop screen.
the professor began his lecture, but jake didnât move his hand from off your leg. he kept in its place for about ten minutes, and then you realized he was slowly dragging it up your thigh, higher and higher.
you glanced over at him from the side of your eye, trying to wordlessly communicate with him, trying to ask what the hell he was doing.
but he wasnât looking at you. his gaze was fixated on the big screen where the slideshow was, and he took notes with his one free hand.
you sighed, trying to brush it off. if he wanted his hand on your thigh, fine. you didnât care. it was nothing, and if you just kept telling yourself that, then maybe you could eventually believe it.
but then his hand had gotten too high to be considered appropriate, especially for a public setting. one inch forward and his fingers would brush against your covered pussy. youâd be mortified. youâd be absolutely shocked and humiliated if he were to do that.
so why did a part of you wish he would?
like he could read your mind, jake inched his hand just a bit higher and shifted it so it was cupping your clothed pussy. he pushed his fingers against it, feeling the heat and dampness it was producing.
your head snapped over to him.
âjake,â you whispered, because a part of you had enough sense to know that he shouldnât do it.
still, he wouldnât look at you. he pretended to be focused on the lecture, but you didnât miss the trace of a smirk on his lips. he knew just what he was doing, and he was going to do it full force.
he began rubbing his fingers in little circles over your pussy, and your eyes widened, legs instinctively spreading to accommodate his hand more, to give him easier access.
you looked around at the students surrounding you. everyone was either glued to their phones, taking notes, or asleep. absolutely no one cared about what you and jake were doing.
still, you were nervous. you were in a very public setting and one wrong move could expose to the entire lecture hall what was going on.
you looked over at jake again, keeping your eyes on him as he trailed his hand up to the waistband of your pants, and then dove his hand in.
you pressed your hand over your mouth when you felt his cool fingers slide into your panties. he dragged his fingers down the length of your cunt, smearing your wetness around to make a slippery surface for him to play with.
he rubbed your trembling clit in little circles, going slow so as not to draw too much attention to either of you. you could feel your arousal leaking into his hand. as nervous as you were to be doing this, you couldnât deny that it was really hot. the fact that anyone could look over and see jake with his hand down your pantsâyou really got off on that.
he spread your legs with fingers, then teased your entrance with his middle finger. he circled the tip of it around your needy hole, and you found yourself pushing your hips forward, trying to line it up so itâd slip inside you.
you shot jake a glare, and he smiled, relenting.
he slid his finger in and you had to bite down on finger so as not to make the sound you so desperately wanted to release. you sucked his finger in with ease, clenching around it.
he began massaging it against your spongey wall, feeling himself harden in his pants. he couldnât help but picture what it would be like to have his cock in your tight little pussy instead of just his single finger. what he wouldnât give to fuck you. heâd do it right then snd there if that was his only chance, fuck you in front of the entire class.
he let out a shaky sigh, slithering in another finger alongside his middle. your hand slapped down onto his wrist, gripping it tightly.
he thrusted his fingers in and out, and moved them back and forth inside you. your eyes rolled back into your head when you felt his palm hit your clit with every thrust.
although it was a tortuously slow pace he was fingering you at, it was perfect. he was deep and his fingers were at the most perfect angle, and your clit was being stimulated too. god, you wanted to fuck him. you wanted to climb into his lap and sink down onto his cock, and just ride him without a care of what anyone else thought, especially mia.
mia. fuck. what would she think if she knew you were getting fingered by her ex boyfriend in the middle of fucking class?
you were so far gone, so desperate to cum, that you didnât even care. you just wanted him. no, at that point, you needed him.
âjake,â you whimpered, looking up at him with big, glossy eyes.
he held a finger up to his lips, motioning for you to stay quiet. but then he started fucking his fingers into you harder and faster, your legs shaking, and how were you supposed to stay quiet through that?
you pressed your face against the side of his arm, eyes clenched shut as his fingers hit the gummy spot in the deepest part of your cunt. you bit your lip hard enough that it could bleed because it felt so good, you wanted to scream.
you wanted to strip your pants off and spread your legs wide so jake could finger you to the full extent. you wanted him to slap your clit with his palm and finger fuck you until you were squirting all over his hand and the chairs that surrounded you guys.
you squeezed his wrist, your cunt tightening around his fingers. he could feel that you were close and continued to pound his fingers into your pussy until you were letting go, thighs clamping around his hand.
he could feel the gush of wetness spill over his fingers, smearing over your inner thighs. he looked down at you and your trembling body, the way you fucked yourself on his fingers to ride out your orgasm, getting every last droplet of it.
you were panting against his arm, and he only pulled out once you released your hard grip on his wrist. his fingers were glistening with your arousal, a string connecting them like ebbing when he pulled them apart.
you crossed your legs, already feeling empty without his hand between them.
there was nothing you could do then except direct your attention back to the lecture. if you were in any different circumstance, perhaps a bedroom, youâre sure it would go further.
but since you were in class, the most he couldâve done was finger you, and even that was probably too much, too risky.
still, it was done, and you had to sit with the physical discomfort of your excessive amount of arousal, and the mental discomfort of having just gotten fingered by miaâs ex.
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jakesim02 â 11:01 p.m.
are you awake?
of course you were awake. it was saturday night and you were lying in your bed, your brain still fixating on what happened in class the other day.
youâd refrained from texting jake since then, unsure of what youâd even say, so you were relieved that he finally reached out first.
usery/n â 11:03 p.m.
yeah
jake started typing right away, like heâd just been sitting in the chat waiting for you to answer.
jakesim02 â 11:03 p.m.
this is a long shot but
what if i came over
your heart beat started accelerating at just the idea of jake coming over right now, this late at night.
you knew what would happen if he came over, and itâd be far from innocent. you were feeling guilty over what happened with you two thus far, though, unsure of what to do.
you fought it as much as you could.
usery/n â 11:04 p.m.
we shouldnât jake
jakesim02 â 11:05 p.m.
i think we should though
think about how good it feels when weâre together
think about how hard you came all over my hand the other day
his words sent a wave of heat rushing over your body, your stomach twisting with the desire to do it all over again, to relive those same sensations you felt in class.
you felt like you an angel and a devil on your shoulder. the angel was telling you to shut your phone off and go to bed, to never speak to jake again because it was wrong.
but the devil yearned to let him come over, to feel the skilled touch of his hands on your body, to go further with him than youâd gone before.
usery/n â 11:08 p.m.
okay
come over.
jake read your message, and didnât reply.
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he was at your apartment within 20 minutes. in the first five minutes of being there, youâd made into your bedroom, onto your bed, and that was where you were left now.
âdo you feel bad?â you asked him right before he was about to kiss you.
his hands were cradling your face, his lips inches away. but he shifted back a bit, creating more room between you after you asked that.
âitâs hard to feel bad when being with you feels so right,â he said.
the kind words made you smileâa sad smile that carried the happiness you felt from being with him but the dread that came from knowing it couldnât end well, that it wasnât you two who were meant to be together.
âshe wants you back,â you whispered, running your finger over the back of his hand. âwants to post a picture for you to see thatâll make you want her again.â
he tilted your chin up, getting you to look him in the eyes again.
ây/n,â he said. âitâs you, okay? not her. let me show you, please.â
his dark eyes shifted down to your lips. and then he was kissing you, and you had no choice but to absolutely melt into it, like his touch put a spell on you.
he held your face, hands drifting into your hair. you crawled into his lap, keeping your lips intertwined while you positioned yourself on him.
he was already hard, probably pent up from the past few days. you were already wet, too, because just kissing him was enough to do it for you.
he held you close and kissed you like his life depended on it, like it would be the last time he ever go to do so, and he really hoped that wasnât the case.
your tongues twisted together, passing your saliva to each other through the messy kiss. you could feel him twitch right under your cunt, eager to be touched. luckily, you were eager to touch.
you shifted back into the space between his legs, kneeling on the mattress. he watched without so much as a blink as you cupped his bulge, feeling his aching cock twitch and pulsate under your palm.
you began stroking it over his sweatpants, gripping and massaging it. but that wasnât enough, even for you. you wanted to get the most out of him, to make him feel as good as you possibly could.
clothes were flying off then. first his pants, his shirt, then your shirt and bra, and his underwear.
his cock was long and just as pretty as you expected it to be. his tip was flushed to a light pink, a pearly bead of precum forming at his slit and threatening to drip down his length.
you let a droplet of saliva drip into your palm, and then reached out to grab him.
jake sat up on his knees, sighing at the feeling of your slicked palm wrapped around his cock, stroking him firmly up and down. he was heavy in your hand, and you imagined heâd be even heavier on your tongue.
you leaned in slowly, darting your tongue out to deliver tiny kitten licks to his tip. jake sighed again, gathering your hair into a makeshift pony tail to keep it out of your way.
you dug the tip of your tongue his slit, the taste of his salty precum coating your taste buds. you pressed your tongue down harder, then wrapped your lips around his tip, sucking on it like a lollipop.
âyeah,â he whispered, staring down at you like you were an angel in human form. âso fucking pretty.â
you hummed contentedly, taking him deeper into your mouth. you held onto his hips for support as you dragged your mouth back and forth down his length, taking him in as deep as you could go, slowly training your throat to take all of him.
jake panted, staring down at you as you sucked him off like you already somehow knew exactly what he liked. he loved when you paid extra attention to his sensitive tip, licking the underside of it. he loved when your tongue traced his vein, and when you eventually took him deep enough that your nose was pressed against his pelvis.
fuck, you were a star. you were his star. you were the only person he ever wanted to see with his cock in their throat again.
âthatâs it,â he moaned, subtly guiding your head with the ponytail heâd made. âugh, that feels so fucking perfect.â
you wanted his cum so bad. wanted to feel it on your face and taste it as it shot down your throat. you wanted to swallow every last drop and feel the warmth of it in your stomach.
you felt dirty, the way you wanted him. it was unlike anything youâd ever felt before, but it had you ready to do just about anything he asked of you. you wanted to please him, to make him cry from how good he felt, to have him shaking and writhing beneath you.
you forced yourself to deep throat him, as painful as it felt. you resisted the urge to gag, your throat convulsing around him.
it was all worth it because jake was gasping, tugging on your hair and pushing his hips into your face, forcing his cock even deeper. his tip hit the back of your throat, your face practically flush with his abs.
âmmm, fuck yeah, baby,â he moaned, head tossed back to expose his pretty neck. he thrusted his cock in and out of your mouth, using you just like you wanted him to. âyouâre so fucking perfect. this mouth was just made for me sucking me off, wasnât it, hm? say it, baby.â
he tugged you off his cock just long enough for you to breathlessly utter the words.
âyes, jake,â you said, sniffling. âwas made for sucking your cock.â
he groaned, pushing your head back to his cock. you hollowed your cheeks and tucked your teeth under your lips, humming around his cock and breathing through your nose to keep from gagging.
he could feel a warmth settling in his stomach, a knot twisting. it was forming. he was going to cum soon and he knew it was going to be intense because itâd been way too long, and it was you. you were sucking him off and you looked so pretty kneeling in front of him, so how could he not cum buckets for you?
âwhere do you want my cum, baby?â he asked you.
âmy mouth, jake,â you told him, blinking up at him with wet eyes. âwanna taste you.â
your words, so lewd and unexpected, had him finished.
he thrusted against your face once more before the first rope of cum came spurting from the tip of his dick, shooting straight down your throat.
he pulled out to watch the rest of it hit your face, and you stuck your tongue out to take the rest of it on your tongue. each string of white, gooey cum on your face was like paint on a canvas. it was art. you, a cum covered mess, were a piece of art.
âoh my god,â he cried out, fist furiously pumping out every drop of cum he could get out. âtake it, baby, fucking take it. take all my cum.â
you moaned at the taste, at his words, at the feeling of each hot splatter on your skin.
when he pumped the last bit out, he sunk down to your level. you licked around your lips to get the surrounding cum you could reach and swallowed all of it like it was your favorite meal.
jake did you the favor of gathering the cum that had landed on your forehead and cheeks, and then shoved his tainted fingers into your mouth so you could really get every last bit like youâd wanted.
you maintained eye contact with him as you sucked on his fingers, tongue swiping around and in between them, cleaning the sticky mess off of them.
all jake could do was watch in awe, thinking about how much time heâd wasted with the wrong person when you were right there all along.
âyouâre fucking perfect,â he muttered, in a trance like state.
you swallowed the rest of it and jake pulled his fingers out. he gently laid you down on your back and grabbed your knees, spreading them apart for him to fit between.
he hooked his fingers into your underwear and pulled them down your legs, already feeling your wetness on the fabric.
you were entirely dripping when he looked down at your naked cunt, a string of cum leaking from your needy hole.
âoh my fucking god, baby,â jake purred, bringing his fingers down to rub your eager pussy. âso fucking wet, i canât believe it.â
you let out a loud moan when his fingers came in contact with you, and you gasped as he easily slid a finger inside, fucking it into you to get you prepped. it wasnât like you needed much, though. your body wanted him, and it showed.
he only fingered you for about a minute, and then he simply couldnât wait any longer. he felt like he would die if he wasnât buried inside you right at that moment.
âis this okay?â he asked as he lined his cock up with your fluttering hole.
âyes,â you assured, nodding your head rapidly. âi need it so bad, jake. please just fuck me.â
he hummed, sinking his cock into your perfectly warm, tight, drenched pussy. you immediately clenched around him, sucking him in deep.
âoh my god,â he mumbled, nails pressing into your thighs. âholy fuck, baby. feels so fucking good. youâre so tight.â
you whimpered, head lolling to the side as he bottomed out, his pelvis pressed to yours.
âfuck, jake,â you said. âit feels so good.â
he laughed to himself, not because it was necessarily funny, but because he was so happy. it felt so right for him to be fucking you, and he could tell you felt it, too.
he pulled out halfway then pushed back in, filling you up entirely. it was like his cock was made just for you, made just to be the perfect fit inside your warmth.
he pushed your knees back, your legs wrapping his waist so he had a better angle to fuck you.
his thrusts were deep and careful, his hips fluid and loose. he was experienced, obviously. no one was this good at fucking without having had practice before.
your best friend. that was his practice. you were sure he fucked mia and you couldnât believe that you were fucking someone she once had, but it didnât matter anymore because it was too late. and this was what was right. not her and jake, but you and jake.
âfuck, itâs so good,â you cried, already so far gone and drunk off his cock.
âi know, my sweet girl,â he gushed, pushing his hips forward and pulling back at a slightly faster pace. âyouâre doing so good, taking my cock like such a good girl.â
ânghhhh, god, jake!â you cried at his words, loving every bit of praise and adoration he laid upon you. âharder, please! n-need it.â
jake snapped his hips forward, his cock hitting you harder. his tip brushed against that sensitive spot inside of you and you practically screamed, eyes rolling back into your head.
he couldnât believe how hot you were, how perfect you were sprawled out beneath him, your pliant body taking every thrust he pounded into you.
your body rocked with each thrust, slowly getting pushed up the mattress. your tits bounced, your limbs flailing helplessly from the roughness of his pace and movement. and you loved itâyouâd never been fucked like this before.
âyeah, thatâs it,â he groaned. âclench for me, baby. wanna feel you squeeze my cock.â
he adored how quick you were to obey, your pussy clamping around his cock then just like he asked.
he cursed, somehow fucking you even harder, as hard as he possibly could. he was fucking you practically into the mattress, leaving an indent of your body shape that would be a reminder of this moment, of how no one would be able to ever give it to you the way he could.
âoh my god!â you yelled. âiâm so close, donât stop! pleasepleaseplease, donât stop, jake!â
he grunted, his cock drilling your pussy, his pelvis rubbing against your engorged clit every time. the body creaked and the sound of skin slapping against skin was loud and lewd.
the knot in your stomach snapped. you body tensed and you were cumming, and it felt like descending up to the sky. you felt like you werenât even in your own body, like you had no control anymore as you thrashed and writhed and squirted around his cock.
fluid came gushing and shooting out of you, coating his cock in your cum. drool spilled from the corner of your lips, tears trickled down your face, and jake felt like the luckiest man in the entire world to get to be the one to see it all.
he didnât even realize he was going to cum until he was, until his load was spilling inside you, staining your walls.
he fucked you through it, jutting his hips forward in desperation, once again milking his cock for all it had.
âfuck, y/n,â he grunted, shoving his load deep inside you. âjust take it all, baby. just take it.â
you whimpered, too fucked out to even remember how to speak. all you could do was lay there, twitching, letting him stuff you full of his creamy, milky cum.
you both were practically heaving for air by the time it was all over.
you felt empty jake pulled out and collapsed beside you. he held you close to his bare chest, kissing the top of your head over and over as he, too, couldnât yet find any words.
minutes passed. it wasnât until you both could breathe regularly again that he spoke first.
âcan i stay?â he asked.
it wasnât what you were expecting, not that you had any specific you were expecting.
âwhat?â you blinked up at him in confusion. âlike, spend the night?â
âyeah,â he answered. âcan i?â
you chuckled, nodding tiredly.
âyeah, of course you can,â you told him.
âokay,â he said, exhaling in relief. âi promise iâll get up and clean us off in a minute. i just wanna stay in this moment for a little bit longer.â
you had no complaints about that. you, too, wanted to stay in this moment. you wanted to live in it for the rest of time because it felt so good, and so achingly right to be nestled against jake simâs chest. for him to kissing your head, and playing with your hair, that was what was right.
it was you, not mia.
you were too content. you couldnât even think about her, though you knew her finding out was inevitable.
but you could deal with it later.
to be continued.
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hey so would anyone believe me if i told them i wrote this in a day đ¤¨
anyway consider this my formal apology for not having written a long fic for jake in forever. starryjake is so back.
and also i DONT DO TAGLISTS!!! please just turn my notifications on if you want to know when i post.
girllll can u elaborate on the sunghoon morning sex, like real nasty rough doggy omgggg hair pulling him hitting right there where it's good like some real moaner sunghoon absolutely obsessed with this pussy
oh babe, absolutelyâletâs go all in, because sunghoon in the morning? youâre getting the real thing: no sleepy softness, just pure need, rough hands, and the kind of fucking that leaves you ruined for the whole day.
imagine itâs barely dawn, pale light spilling in over the sheets, but sunghoonâs already pressed up behind you, his cock hard against your ass, big hand splayed over your lower back holding you exactly where he wants you. he starts slow, just grinding into you, letting you feel how he is before he even slides in. then, once he canât stand it anymore, heâs shoving his cock deep, fucking you into the mattress with sharp, relentless thrustsâhis hand tangling in your hair, yanking your head back so youâre arching for him, moaning into the pillow. heâs rough, talking shit in that low, fucked-out morning voice: âthatâs it, baby. take it. let me hear those pretty sounds.â he wants to hear you sob, wants to watch you fall apart for him, wants to see you shaking and messy before youâve even had coffee.
he grips your hips hard enough to bruise, slamming into you from behind, every snap of his hips hitting that perfect spot that makes you lose your mindâlegs shaking, pussy fluttering around him, gasping his name like a chant. âfuck, you feel so good in the morning, so fucking wet for me,â he groans, biting down on your shoulder, spitting filthy praise into your ear. when you whimper, begging for more, he just fucks you harder, the sound of skin on skin echoing through the room. one hand leaves your hip, slides under to play with your clit, rolling it between his fingers while he keeps pounding into you, making sure you cum all over his cock before he lets himself finish.
when you start to go limp, he loves itâgets off on seeing you fucked out and boneless, drags you back up onto all fours just to make you take it a little longer, saying shit like, ânot done with you yet, baby, you know i need more.â if you start whining about how sensitive you are, he just laughs, hips snapping harder, âyou can give me one more, i know you can. come on, cream on my cock again, let me see how pretty you look when you break for me.â
he doesnât stop until youâre spent, used up, legs shaking, sheets a mess beneath you. heâll grab your face, make you look back at him while he cums, voice all gravel and need, âlook at me while i fill you up, let me see those eyes, fuck, i love you like this.â when itâs over, heâll collapse right on top of you, sweaty, breathless, kissing the back of your neck, telling you how perfect you are for him. and honestly? you know youâre gonna be limping all day, grinning every time you remember how obsessed he is with your pussy in the morning.
thatâs the kind of sunghoon morning sex that hits different. rough, nasty, obsessed. heâs not letting you get up until youâre dripping and marked, until you know who you belong to.
synopsis: your dating history had been nothing but bad sex and even worse goodbyes. he showed you a patience and certainty that silenced every doubt, proving that you werenât hard to love; youâd been loved by him all along.
wc: 10.5k
warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content | oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, dom!mingyu, sub!reader, soft power play, heavy praise kink, multiple orgasms | best friends to lovers, swearing, fluff, aftercare.
authors note: iâve been wanting to post a mingyu fic for ages now, and as i was going through some of my older fics, this one gave me insane mingyu energy and i had no other choice but to rewrite it for him! this is a rewrite of my fic âtearsâ, and yes, the plot is based on the sabrina carpenter song! i hope that you all enjoy this as much as i do, and as always, please feel free to let me know what you think! âĄ
you werenât heartbroken; that wouldâve implied there was something left to break.
youâd been on dates.
enough of them to know when there wouldn't be a second one before the drinks even hit the table.
enough to hear the same compliments repeated back to you like a script.
enough to recognize the tone men used when they were trying to impress you without actually learning anything real.
youâd slept with some of them, too.
sometimes because you wanted to. sometimes because you were desperate for relief. sometimes just to prove to yourself that you could still feel something, even if it didnât last.
you werenât bitter. you didnât walk around openly hating men or rolling your eyes at every couple on the street.
you just didnât have it in you anymore.
the hope. the performance. the energy it took to pretend someoneâs bare minimum was enough.
so when you got home from yet another date that left you completely drained, you didnât even bother with the lights.
you left your bag by the door, kicked your shoes aside, and sank onto the kitchen floor with a box of cookies at your side.
you werenât heartbroken. you werenât even sad. it was quieter than that; almost like resignation.
maybe it wasnât that love never came; maybe it was that you were never the kind of person people stayed for.
being alone didnât scare you.
what scared you was how much work it always seemed to take to avoid it.
every man felt like a mirror you kept wiping down, but no matter how clean you made it, the image was never your own.
it was smudged with their ego, clouded by their expectations, and warped by the way they looked at you like you were a puzzle they were entitled to solve.
you were tired of carving yourself down. of softening your edges. of apologizing for being too much or not enough.
tired of folding yourself smaller and smaller until there was nothing left of you at all, except whatever version might finally be enough to make someone stay.
your phone buzzed against the counter, a small sound that cut through the stillness and broke the spiral of your thoughts.
you kept your focus on the cookies in your lap, thumb working over the cardboard as though the solution to all of your problems might appear if you traced it long enough.
until it buzzed again. then again. and again.
you let out a weary sigh and reached for the phone, answering blindly, not bothering to see who it was before lifting it to your ear.
mostly because you already knew who was on the other end of the line.
âhi,â you said, voice low and a little scratchy from disuse.
âyou sound like shit,â mingyu replied, warm and easy.
you smiled without meaning to. âthanks.â
fabric shifted on his end, a soft thud like he was throwing himself deeper into a couch.
âyou didnât text me today,â he spoke, not accusing, just noticing.
âmm,â you agreed quietly. âdidnât really feel like it.â
a quiet hum of understanding slipped out before his voice turned lighter. âhold on. didnât you have that date tonight? with moustache guy?â
you shut your eyes. âunfortunately.â
âsoâŚhow bad was it?â he asked, already seeming to know the answer.
your head tipped back against the cupboard, the cool surface steadying you for a moment. âhe called me dramatic,â you muttered, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
âouch.â he made the sound like a real wince. âwhatâd you do, insult his shirt?â
despite yourself, you let out a small laugh. âno. i just didnât want to sleep with him.â
the quiet that followed was brief, but you felt it; he was biting back his first thought and thinking of something more appropriate to say.
âah,â he said finally, voice dry. âgod forbid you make a decision about your own body.â
you snorted, the sound sharp in your throat. âright? how dare i.â
âso you blocked him?â he asked, though it sounded more like certainty than a question.
âwhile he was walking me home,â you admitted, reaching into the box for another stale cookie.
his laugh rolled through the receiver, low and warm. âbrutal and efficientâŚi respect it.â
the sound pulled a laugh out of you too, small and worn around the edges, before it faded back into quiet.
his voice softened in the pause. âyou doing okay, though?â
you hesitated, not because you didnât want to tell him, but because you couldnât figure out how to shape the heaviness in your chest into words.
âiâm tired,â you said at last, the words too small for what you actually meant. ânot just tonight, though. itâs the kind of tired that sleep doesnât fix.â
âmm,â his agreement was soft, a sound that told you he knew exactly what that felt like, and that heâd been there more times than he could count.
his breathing stayed steady in your ear, present in a way that made the silence feel less empty.
âhow did you even know it went badly?â the question slipped out before you could stop it.
âbecause you picked up,â he answered simply, as if that explained everything.
you frowned at the ceiling, not satisfied. âthat doesnât even make sense.â
there was movement on his end again, the soft rustle of fabric and a dull thud in the background, though his voice never faltered.
âyou never pick up during good dates,â he reasoned. a pause stretched, just long enough for the smile in his voice to be obvious. ânot that youâve ever actually had one.â
your mouth fell open, half offended, half amused. âyou are such an asshole.â
âtell me iâm wrong,â the grin in his voice was obvious, even without seeing his face.
you opened your mouth, ready to argue, but nothing came out. you knew he was right.
âyeah. thatâs what i thought,â he said, his tone dripping with satisfaction.
âyouâre insufferable,â you muttered.
âand correct,â he shot back without missing a beat, the faint shuffle of noise still bleeding through the line.
you squinted, suspicion tugging. âseriously, what are you doing? it sounds like youâre losing a fight with your furniture.â
âiâm coming over,â he said easily, the kind of casual certainty that came from years of getting away with it.
âgyuââ you started, fully ready to argue with him.
âdonât even start,â he cut in. âyouâre not winning this one.â
âyou donât have to come,â you mumbled, curling tighter on the kitchen floor. âmy apartment is a disaster, and i look like iâve been hit by a bus.â
âcool,â he said, not missing a beat. âand?â
you blinked. âand i donât want you to see me like this?â
his laugh slipped through, low and amused. âplease. iâve seen worse. like that night you got super wasted, missed the bathroom stall completely, and made me hold your hair while you cried into the toilet about how you were âtoo pretty to suffer like this.ââ
you let out a dramatic groan, dragging your palm down your face. âyou swore youâd never bring that up again.â
âi lied,â he said, sounding far too pleased with himself. âmessy hair and a graveyard of takeout boxes donât even crack your top ten. iâve watched you full-body sob during tangled.â
âthat was emotional,â you defended.
âit was,â he agreed easily. âyour eyes were swollen for hours afterwards.â
âyouâre actually unbearable,â you muttered.
âmaybe,â he said lightly, âbut iâm still coming over. you donât get to argue with me about it, either. iâm already out of the house.â
you shook your head, pressing the phone tighter to your ear. âthis feels like harassment.â
his laugh came easy, smug enough to make your chest tighten in spite of yourself. âyeah, yeah. file a complaint when i get there. iâll see you in ten.â
he ended the call before you could get another word in.
you stayed on the floor a little longer, the kitchen tiles cool against your legs.
your bra strap had slipped down your arm, the dress from earlier felt too tight, and the lingering scent of ramen from your date was starting to make your stomach turn.
eventually, you peeled yourself off of the floor and padded toward your bedroom, tugging at zippers and straps as you walked.
you made it to your room without bothering to flick on the light.
the soft outline of mingyuâs hoodie was easy to spot in the dark, still draped over your desk chair like it had been waiting for you.
you slipped it on and tugged a pair of cotton shorts from the drawer without bothering to check which ones they were.
you were already turning back towards the kitchen before youâd fully registered the choice; like your body had already decided for you.
the only light came from the lamp in the living room and the soft glow above the stove, casting a dim warmth over the mess you said youâd clean hours ago.
piled up boxes. dirty dishes. the garbage you should have changed yesterday.
none of it was catastrophic; just enough to be annoying.
you lingered in the doorway, taking it all in. like maybe, if you stared hard enough, the mess would clean itself.
you thought about moving. picking up a box, rinsing a dish, doing the bare minimum to prove that you weren't completely useless.
you stood there long enough to accept it wasn't going to happen.
you couldn't help but laugh at how pathetic it all felt.
it was a five minute job at best, yet you still allowed yourself to sink back down to the floor, because avoidance had always came easier than effort.
the apartment was quiet for all of thirty seconds before his voice crashed through it, loud and certain, like heâd been waiting for the perfect moment to make an entrance.
âyo,â mingyu called out. âsorry iâm lateâtraffic was actual hell, and your street is like a one-way to satan. also,â he paused, mostly for dramatic effect, âi brought some noodles and that weird mango drink you like. worship me accordingly.â
you leaned off the cupboards to glance toward the entrance. âyouâre not late,â you said flatly. âi told you not to come.â
âand yet,â he replied, already kicking off his shoes. âhere i am.â
he crouched down to fix them; heel to toe, perfectly aligned with yours like it was second nature.
it was just shoes. nothing more.
except most men youâd gone out with wouldâve kicked them halfway across the floor, expecting you to deal with it later.
the care he gave to something so small shouldnât have meant anything, but the heat that flickered low in your stomach said otherwise.
you dismissed it just as quickly as it came, telling yourself it was just the bad date making scraps of effort look bigger than they actually were.
with a groan, you tipped onto your back, landing against the tile with a quiet thud. one arm draped across your eyes, the other one splayed out like youâd officially given up. âgod, you're annoying.â
âlove you too,â he muttered, easing the bags onto the counter, careful not to knock over the leaning tower of unopened mail.
he turned and pulled the fridge open with one hand, already bracing himself. âwow. shredded cheese, expired oat milk, andâŚranch? youâve really outdone yourself.â
âoh my god,â you peeked out from under your arm to glare at him. âi literally had ramen earlier.â
he glanced at the takeout container still sitting on the counter; unopened and untouched.
âthat from your date?â he asked, already tugging off the lid. âwhat, was the guyâs moustache so gross you lost your appetite?â
âcan you not,â you sighed, laughter sneaking into your voice despite your best efforts.
he barely reacted. âyou didnât even eat this. the broth has a film.â
you rolled your eyes, not even bothering to argue. âstop inspecting my trash like a raccoon.â
âstop living like a raccoon,â he shot back. âand sit up. this is getting depressing.â
âno,â you said. âmaybe i like the floor.â
âmy bad,â he said, stepping over you without hesitation. âiâll leave you two alone, then.â
he picked up your container of ramen you'd abandoned on the counter, emptied the broth into the sink, and scraped the noodles into the trash.
there was no hesitation. no second thought.
only quick, deliberate movements carried out with the kind of ease that came from knowing exactly what needed to be done.
if it were up to you, the container would have gone straight into the trash, broth and all.
yet for some reason, it stayed in his hands.
he held it under the stream of hot water, and watched it spill over the sides until the cloudy film began to dissolve. he made it look so natural, as if rinsing it had always been the obvious choice.
without breaking his rhythm, he crouched down and tugged open the cabinet beneath the sink. his hand slipped inside, bypassing the clutter you usually shoved in there, until his palm landed on the caddy tucked against the wall.
he didnât fumble or search. his fingers closed around the sponge instantly as he pulled it free in one smooth motion.
you stayed frozen on the floor, eyes locked on the way he worked it over the container.
the water slid over his veins as if it had chosen that path on purpose, dragging your gaze there and daring you to keep staring.
every drop seemed designed to make you notice the strength in his hands and each flex of his fingers, until you couldnât stop imagining what else they could do if they turned their attention towards you instead.
before you could spiral any further, he rinsed the last of the bubbles away and placed the container neatly into the drying rack, never once glancing in your direction.
he wasnât doing it for praise. he wasnât trying to make a point, either.
he simply noticed what needed to be done, and instead of judging you or making you feel guilty for letting it sit, he took care of it himself without needing a single thank you.
it shouldnât have made your stomach drop. it shouldnât have made your mouth go dry.
yet the heat was already there, rushing low until you felt the dampness pool against the cotton of your shorts.
you pressed your thighs together, trying to convince yourself it wasnât as obvious as it felt, but there was no denying it.
your body didnât care about the logic. it only cared about the way his hands moved, sure and unbothered, as if caring for the mess youâd left behind came easier to him than just leaving it.
your eyes followed him as he moved towards the garbage. he gathered the bag in his hands, twisting it into a knot with an easy strength that made his forearms flex, his muscles shifting with every pull.
it was quick and efficient; the kind of movement that never asked to be noticed.
he placed it by the door, not just to move it out of the way, but with the unspoken intention of taking it out later. the kind of small, thoughtless promise no one else had ever made you.
when he stepped back into the room, you told yourself he had to be finished by now, though every part of you already knew he wasnât.
the fabric of his sweats pulled tightly across his thighs as he crouched again, reaching for the cabinet.
a new bag rustled open in his hands, his fingers working with quiet certainty as he slipped it into the bin. each edge was pressed down carefully, tucked into place until it held exactly the way you liked it.
a task that shouldâve looked mundane somehow carried weight in his hands. your pulse climbed in uneven beats, chest tight, as if the air in the room had turned heavier just because he was in it.
there was nothing seductive in what he did, yet every precise movement drew the heat higher until your body responded as though heâd touched you directly.
too many bad dates had taught you to not expect this kind of care.
you were used to men who thought effort stopped at sending a text, and who never lifted a finger unless it benefited them.
the guy from tonight hadn't even bothered to hold the door open for you, so the thought of him replacing a garbage bag was almost laughable.
most men had always treated care as an obligation; something only performed because they felt they had to.
with mingyu, it was instinct; as natural as his next breath.
something in you gave way the longer you watched him.
it became too easy to let your mind wander, to twist the steady rhythm of his hands into something else; something meant just for you.
suddenly, his hands werenât cleaning anymore. they were gripping your hips, sliding lower until his fingers pressed between your thighs, stroking through the damp heat heâd already put there without even trying.
you could almost feel them pushing inside, filling you with the same easy certainty he carried into every small thing he did.
the realization of what youâd just imagined made your eyes snap shut, mortified at your own mind and yet powerless against the pulse it left thrumming through you.
by the time you found the courage to open them again, he was drying his palms against his sweats, shoulders rolling back as if heâd just wrapped up a shift.
âalright,â he said, stretching with a groan, joints popping as his hoodie slid higher. âtime to get up, princess.â
you didnât budge. your cheek stayed pressed to the tile, knees pulled in close, hair half-in your face.
he tipped his head at you. âhello? earth to y/n.â
you blinked. âwhat?â
âi said itâs time to get up,â he repeated, flat like it was obvious. âweâre not eating dinner with you laid out like a crime scene.â
âiâm fine here,â you muttered into your arm.
he gave your hip a light kick with his socked foot. âi know i look sexy doing dishes,â he smirked, already catching the eye roll you tried to hide. âbut come on. pull it together.â
your head tipped just enough to glare at him. âyouâre delusional.â
âand youâre dramatic,â he shot back without missing a beat, crouching just enough to extend his hand toward you. ânow get up before i drag you to the couch myself.â
your lips twitched, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of a smile. âiâd like to see you try,â you mumbled, even as your hand slipped into his.
he tugged you up in one smooth pull, steadying you with a hand at your back until your feet found the floor again.
the touch was brief, casual, but your skin still burned under it.
you shook him off a little too quickly, ducking your head like maybe he wouldnât notice. his brows lifted anyway, but he let it slide.
âcome on,â he said, already reaching for the takeout bags on the counter. âi didnât bring all of this food over just so you could mope on the floor.â
you trailed him into the living room, trying not to stare at the way his shoulders shifted under his hoodie as he carried the takeout.
he collapsed onto the couch, bags spread across the table like he owned the place.
you hovered for a beat before sitting beside him, close but not too close, hoping he wouldnât feel the heat radiating off of your body.
âso,â he started, tearing open the first container, âsoonyoung threw a tantrum when i told him you werenât coming to rehearsal today.â
your lips tugged at one corner. âdefine tantrum.â
âlikeâŚfully rolling on the floor,â he said, chopsticks already clicking into place. âclaimed he couldnât get through practice without his number one fan watching.â
âsounds about right.â you said, easily picturing his dramatics in your head.
âseungkwan even backed him up,â he went on. âgot all serious about how youâre âthe glue that holds us together.ââ he mimed quotes in the air, rolling his eyes.
your laugh slipped out before you could stop it.
he turned his head upon hearing the sound, like heâd been waiting for it, then reached for another container. the lid snapped open, steam spilling up between you.
âtheyâre ridiculous.â you said, shaking your head.
âit gets worse,â he assured, âseokmin told everyone in the studio that you were cheating on him.â he said casually, as if it wasnât the wildest thing to say.
your brows shot up. âcheating? he and i arenât evenââ you cut yourself off with a disbelieving laugh, shaking your head again. âmy god, heâs actually insane.â
mingyuâs smirk tilted, like he wanted to say more, but he just went back to portioning noodles.
you watched him work. how his hands moved quick and precise without thought. the crease in his brow when the chopsticks slipped.
the way his shoulder brushed yours when he reached for another box, like he didnât even register the contact.
even if he didnât, it still left you warm and restless, your shorts clinging tighter as your pulse tripping over itself.
you forced yourself still, arms wrapped tightly around your stomach, hoping he couldnât read what was written all over your body.
without any warning, he slid the plate onto your lap, already reaching for another.
you glanced down ready to thank him, only to freeze.
every bite was exactly what you liked; no stray toppings, no sides bleeding into each other. even the noodles sat neat, twisted in their own space like heâd portioned them with care.
your brows furrowed. âwaitâŚthis is for me?â
âyeah?â his tone was flat, chopsticks already busy over his own plate.
âno, butâyou separated everything.â you gestured vaguely at the plate, thrown. ânone of the foodâs even touching.â
he shrugged like it wasnât worth noticing. âyeah. you hate it when it does.â
your mouth opened, stalled. âsince when do youââ
âsince always.â his smirk tugged faint, eyes still on the food. âi just pay attention. relax, itâs not that deep.â
you sat there, pulse loud in your ears, trying to pretend it wasnât.
your shorts clung even tighter when you shifted, and the heat crawling up your neck made the plate almost too warm to balance on your lap.
by the time he leaned back with his own food, your eyes still hadnât left him once.
his brows drew together, catching it instantly. âwhat?â
you blinked, caught off guard. âwhat?â
âyouâre staring,â he said, chopsticks frozen midair like heâd caught you red-handed.
âam not,â you muttered, keeping your eyes locked on the plate in your lap.
âare too,â he shot back, smirk tugging as his chopsticks hovered. âseriously, whatâs your deal?â
you shifted slightly, tugging your knees in closer as the words spilled out before you could catch them. âyouâre justâŚway too thoughtful.â
he blinked, deadpan. âthatâs a crime now?â
âno, itâsââ you waved a hand at the table, trying to find the words. âyou cleaned, you set everything up, you made my plate exactly right without even askingââ
he glanced up mid-bite, chopsticks pausing. âuh-huh.â
âand you didnât even hesitate, you justââ your voice pitched higher, flustered. âyou just did it, like it was nothingââ
he reached for his bottle of water, lifting it toward his mouth, eyes narrowing with a half-smile. âbecause it is nothing.â
âitâs not nothing, gyu!â you shot back, heat crawling up your neck. âitâsâitâs hot, okay?â
he choked mid-sip, coughing and laughing all at once, nearly spraying water across the table as his shoulders shook.
at the same time, you slapped your hand over your mouth, instantly mortified. âoh my god.â
he was still coughing through a laugh, sleeve dragging across his mouth as his grin broke wide. âhot?â his voice cracked, half-raspy. âyou think me scrubbing your dishes is hot?â
ânope,â you blurted through your hand. âyouâre hearing things.â
his eyes lit like heâd just been handed blackmail material for life. âunbelievable. years of friendship, and this is how i find out your kink isâŚchoreplay?â
âshut up,â you groaned, dragging your hands down your face.
âno fucking way,â his hand patted at his sweats like he was checking his pockets. âwhereâs my phone? the boys have to hear thisââ
your stomach dropped, panic snapping through you. âdonât you dare.â
his grin only widened, his hands now patting down the front pocket of his hoodie like he was already halfway to victory. âoh, i definitely dare.â
you scrambled to shove your plate onto the coffee table, causing the chopsticks to clatter against porcelain in your rush. ânope. no. absolutely notââ
heâd barely gotten his fingers inside of his pocket before you launched yourself across the couch, tackling him sideways into the cushions.
he landed flat on his back with a thud, and you climbed over him, straddling his hips while reaching desperately for his hoodie pocket.
âthis is an invasion of privacy!â he gasped, twisting under you, but his laugh broke through every word.
âyou donât need privacy!â you shot back, breathless, hair falling in your face. âyou need to shut up!â
his free hand darted to your side, fingers digging right into the spot he knew would make you squeal.
you squirmed against him, shrieking through your laughter. âstop, you asshole!â
he was laughing so hard his voice cracked, words tumbling out between breaths. âyou picked the fightâiâm just defending myself!â
you finally slipped your hand into his pocket and yanked his phone free.
âmine!â you yelled triumphantly as you tossed it gently onto the carpet, way out of reach.
he burst out laughing, head sinking back into the cushion, chest shaking under you. âunreal,â he wheezed, grin splitting wide. âyou just committed straight-up theft.â
âit was self-defense,â you corrected, still straddling his hips as you tried to hold him down. âyou were about to ruin my life.â
his hands came up half-heartedly, bracing against your thighs as his laugh cracked again.
âyou literally said i was hot when all i did was rinse a bowlââ he bucked his hips just enough to throw you off balance, making you squeal. âimagine if i started mopping the floors.â
âstop talking.â you slapped your hand over his mouth, desperate to stop the teasing.
he looked at you with mock innocence, then dragged his tongue across your palm.
you yanked it back with a yelp. âgross!â
he laughed so hard it broke into hiccups, chest still shaking.
your forehead pressed into his hoodie, both of you still caught in the aftershock of laughter.
the sound trailed off in little bursts, until it faded completely. silence settled around you, thicker than it had any right to be.
you lifted your head without meaning to, hair falling forward, your fists still bunched in the fabric of his hoodie.
he was right there; flat on his back, smile softening into something slower that tugged at your ribs.
the awareness of it all seeped in slowly, until every place your body touched his became impossible to ignore.
your thighs hugged his sides. your hips were pressed flush against his. his palms rested warm and steady on your bare legs, fingers splayed like he didnât trust himself to move.
your faces hovered only inches apart from one another, the remnants of his grin fading as the air thickened between you.
the echo of laughter still hummed in your chest, but it was drowned beneath the heavy thud of your heartbeat.
the ache youâd been pushing down all night came rushing back, hot and relentless, flooding every nerve until there was no disguising it.
every slight shift of your hips made it worse. your slick heat pressed directly against him; betraying just how badly you wanted more.
his eyes held yours, steady and certain, as if he could read every thought you were trying to bury.
a quick flicker down to your lips slipped past his control; small enough to deny, but impossible for you to miss.
the second his gaze lifted to yours again, the tension snapped.
you closed the gap in a rush, kissing him with all the want youâd been choking down.
he answered immediately, almost as if heâd been holding back just as much. the kiss was deep from the start, his mouth moving against yours with a kind of certainty that stole your breath.
his palm skimmed up your bare thigh until it fit at your waist, while his other hand curled behind your neck, coaxing you closer, unable to bear an inch of distance.
the pressure of his hands anchored you as he shifted beneath you, pushing up from the cushions until he was sitting.
the movement never broke the kiss; it only dragged you closer, chest to chest, your legs tightening instinctively around his hips.
his mouth worked over yours hungrily, lips parting like he couldnât get enough. you clutched at his hoodie, fingers knotted tightly in the fabric, pulling harder to erase whatever little space remained.
every brush of his mouth made your pulse spike harder. every drag of his lips left your lungs aching, but neither of you were willing to stop long enough to breathe.
his lips moved against yours like he already knew every secret youâd been hiding. each shift was deliberate, practiced without practice, pulling raw sounds out of you before you even realized you were making them.
his hand left the back of your neck first, dragging slowly over your skin before slipping down to join the other at your waist.
his hands slipped lower in a slow drag, following the natural curve of your body until both palms curved around your ass, pressing you down against the growing buldge in his sweatpants.
the press of him right against your center dragged a moan from your throat before you could stop it, hips rolling down on instinct, desperate to feel more of the friction youâd been aching for all night.
âbreathe,â he murmured against your mouth, voice steady even through his own ragged breath. âiâve got you.â
your hips rolled again before you could stop them, chasing more of the thick heat beneath his sweats. the noise he made vibrated through your chest, deep and broken, sending sparks racing down your spine.
you clenched around nothing, thighs tightening at his sides, every nerve screaming for more.
âgyu,â you whispered, voice trembling. âplease.â
his thumb brushed slowly over your side through your hoodie, grounding you even as his mouth swallowed your plea.
âi hear you,â he said, rough and certain. âbut weâre not doing this here. not on a couch.â
the protest tangled with want on your tongue, but you gave a shaky nod. âokay,â you breathed.
his grip tightened, both hands already firm at your ass, and in one motion, you were lifted off the couch.
your legs wrapped around his waist before you even thought about it, a startled laugh breaking from your chest as his mouth chased yours again.
he carried you like heâd done it a thousand times, steady even with your legs locked tight around him.
your back met the mattress before you even realized you had made it to your bedroom, the mattress dipping under your shared weight as he laid you down without once breaking the kiss.
he hovered above you, his weight balanced on one arm, while his other hand found your jaw. his thumb traced lightly along your skin as his eyes searched yours. âstill with me?â
âstill with you,â you whispered.
he brushed a strand of hair away from your lips, fingers lingering for a second longer than necessary before adjusting the pillow under your head.
he caught the details no one else ever did; every small adjustment only served as proof that he knew exactly what you needed before you said a word.
his hand drifted lower again, pausing at the hem of your hoodie. âcan i?â he asked, eyes locked on yours.
âplease,â you breathed, the word spilling out before you could catch it.
he pulled the hoodie over your head in one smooth motion, leaving you in nothing but your bra and shorts.
the air hit cool against your skin, though it was nothing compared to his stare, heavy with years of memorizing every detail; knowing you in ways no one else ever had.
âfuck,â he murmured as his hand lifted to your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. âyouâre so beautiful.â
your breath hitched, chest pressing up into his. heat rushed over your skin, your body giving you away as your hips shifted closer, chasing him without thought.
his lips moved with purpose, each kiss a quiet claim as he trailed them along your jaw, across your cheek, down the line of your throat, and back up to your lips.
his mouth traced you in reverence, each touch tugging another tremor loose, stoking the ache already clawing at you.
his hands followed the same rhythm, palms sliding over your sides, dragging heat everywhere they lingered.
he touched you like he already knew what your body was asking for; steady where you needed grounding, firmer where you were aching for pressure.
he moved with purpose, mapping you in ways that left no part of you untouched, and no ache unanswered.
your fingers slipped to the hem of his hoodie, tugging at it clumsily, more desperate than precise. you werenât subtle about it, trying to work it up his torso without breaking the kiss.
his mouth curved against yours in a half-laugh, half-groan. âyou know you can just ask, right?â he murmured, amused even through the rasp of his breath.
you rolled your eyes, breath catching anyway. âjust take it off,â you whispered, impatience clear in your voice.
he rocked back onto on his heels, and tugged the hoodie off in one smooth pull. the shirt beneath stretched across his shoulders, while his sweats slouched low on his hips like an invitation.
your gaze slipped down, dragging his with it, until you were both staring at the obvious wet mark stamped across his lap.
your stomach flipped, eyes flying wide before you could stop them. his laugh cracked out, caught somewhere between disbelief and delight.
âwow,â he said, brows shooting up. âi rinse one bowl and you baptize my pants?â
you slapped a hand over your mouth, laughter already breaking through. âoh my godâno! that is not from me!â
his grin only widened, mischief written all over it. âno? so what, i pissed myself?â
you let out a choked laugh, shoulders shaking. âmaybe you did!â
he leaned closer, laughter still shaking out of him, his hands warm and steady at your hips. âmm. want me to check your shorts, just to be sure?â
you shifted in his grip, laughing helplessly even as your face burned. âabsolutely not!â
his grin turned smug, laughter still ghosting in his voice. âthatâs what i thought.â his thumbs pressed deeper into your hips, steady and sure. âguess initiative really does go a long way, huh?â
you rolled your eyes, though the smile tugging at your lips gave you away. âapparently.â
he hummed, pleased, leaning in closer until his nose brushed yours. âgood answer,â he mumbled.
his mouth found yours again, the trace of a smile still there, though it melted quickly into something hungrier.
his knee slid between your thighs, nudging them a little further apart, while his hands tightened at your hips, keeping you close.
you gasped into him, the sound breaking into a whimper when he angled himself lower, kissing along your jaw.
âthere she is,â he murmured, voice brushing warm against your pulse before his lips dragged down your neck.
your breath caught as your hands slipped to his chest, sliding lower, reaching for the hem of his shirt. he caught your wrists easily, pressing a soft kiss into your open palm.
ânot yet,â he whispered, steady and certain. âthis is about you.â
his mouth trailed down slowly, lingering against your collarbone before sinking down the curve between your breasts.
his lips lingered like he had all the time in the world, and every deliberate pause only made your need claw harder, trembling for the next touch.
he knew exactly what you needed without you ever having to say it.
he caught it in the way your legs tightened, in the way your hips tipped towards him, in the twitch of your hands gripping the sheets.
he noticed everything, always had, and now he was using it to unravel you piece by piece.
âiâve been dreaming about this for so long,â he breathed against the lace of your bra, voice low like he almost couldnât believe you were real.
his hand slid beneath you, guiding your back into a soft arch. the clasp of your bra gave way under his fingers like it had been waiting for him, undone without him ever breaking from your skin.
the straps slipped down your shoulders, one after the other, and his mouth followed their path in slow devotion.
every new inch of bare skin was met with his lips, each kiss a quiet vow that nothing about you would be left unseen. he traced you with patience, as though to prove that you were worth memorizing in full.
his lips found the swell of your breast, his hands steadying you against the tremor of your own breath.
his lips lingered wherever they touched, tracing the faint lines that marked your skin as though they were meant to be cherished, never concealed.
âso beautiful,â he said, voice quiet but unshakably sure, like the words had been waiting years to fall out of him. âevery inch of you.â
his tongue flicked over your nipple and the moan that tore from you was answered instantly by his own; muffled against your breast, like the taste of you undid him as much as his touch wrecked you.
your thighs shifted restlessly, helpless in their search for relief.
âyouâre already trembling,â he breathed, kissing down over your ribs, following the soft curve beneath your breast. âand iâve hardly even touched you.â
your voice broke apart on his name. âgyuââ
he didnât look up, lips still moving like prayer, heat spilling across your skin. âno oneâs ever touched you like this, have they?â
the truth of it broke you open, unraveling you from the inside out. your breath faltered, stuttered, until it was nothing but gasps and moans, your hips tilting into his hands without thought.
âiââ the attempt at words dissolved into moans, âfuckâoh my godââ
his palms slid down, fingers tracing the edge of your shorts, stopping just above where you needed him most.
âyeah,â he said, already knowing the proof had been in your body all along. âi figured.â
instead of giving in right away, he bent to your waist, his lips dragging heat over the skin just above your shorts.
âthey never earned this,â he said, voice quiet but edged with conviction. ânever learned you like this.â
âoh god,â the sound tore out of you, thin and desperate, your fingers curling around his wrist with no strength behind them.
he took your weak hold as encouragement, not resistance.
âthey didnât take their time,â he whispered, lips tracing slowly over the softness of your stomach. âdidnât listen.â
your fingers found his hair, tugging softly, guiding him closer without words.
âp-please,â you pleaded, the word breaking before it even left your throat.
his head lifted just enough to meet your eyes, steadying you in an instant.
âoh, baby,â his voice softened as one hand left your waist, reaching for the pillow beside you.
he slid it close, eyes never leaving yours. âlift up for me, princess,â he coaxed gently. âjust a little.â
you obeyed, lifting just enough for him to slide the pillow breath you. his hands adjusted it with care, easing your hips down until he was sure you were comfortable.
âthere we go,â he muttered, brushing his thumb over your skin. âthatâs better.â
his thumb traced idle circles at your hip, grounding you while the other hand slid lower. when his fingers brushed the band of your shorts, he lifted his gaze, catching yours with a question he didnât need to voice.
the quiet in his eyes made your chest ache; knowing he would wait if you asked him to. your body answered before your words could, hips tilting up in silent permission.
his lips tugged into a soft smile, eyes fixed on you as he drew the fabric down.
he shifted your shorts and underwear down slowly, guiding the fabric over your hips with deliberate care; every motion unhurried, every detail handled with care.
he gently lifted your leg, his hand steady at your calf. his lips pressed to your ankle first, soft and lingering, before traveling upward in slow succession.
each kiss trailed higher â the curve of your calf, the dip at your knee, the inside of your thigh â like he was intent on worshipping every step closer to where you ached for him most.
your nails dug into the sheets as his palms splayed over your thighs, easing them apart.
âbreathe for me, sweetheart,â his voice was strained, as if he was holding himself back just to guide you. âjust breathe.â
your body obeyed his words before your mind could, chest lifting with a shaky breath.
he didnât let you finish it.
his mouth found you the next second; no hesitation, no warning. just him, warm and certain, like heâd been holding back only for as long as you could bear.
the pillow lifted you right into his mouth, every inch of you exposed to the slow drag of his tongue. his mouth worked with a patience that burned, each movement a vow to remember every detail of you.
your fingers threaded into his hair, desperate for something to hold on to.
âoh myâfuckââ the words tore out half-formed before collapsing into a moan you couldnât contain.
he groaned in response, the sound reverberating against you as his grip tightened on your thighs, steadying you when your body tried to jolt away.
the way he moved against you was unhurried, and devastating in its precision. every swipe of his tongue felt like he already knew what would break you apart.
your chest heaved, breath shattering into pieces. you tightened your grip in his hair, dragging him closer without thinking.
he let you guide him, humming low like the taste of you was everything heâd ever wanted.
heat rushed through your stomach, twisting tighter with every pass of his mouth.
you were soaked. aching. unraveling with every second he stayed between your thighs.
âfeels so goodââ you choked out, hand fisting in the sheets now. âi canâtâitâsâgyu.â
he paused just long enough to glance up at you, eyes dark and blown wide with need. âyouâre doing so fucking good for me, baby.â he praised, voice filled with honesty.
he found you again without pause, urgency written in every motion. his lips tightened over you, his tongue pushing deeper than before.
your head tipped back, voice spilling out like prayer. âdonâtâplease donâtâdonât stopâplease.â
another groan broke free from his mouth, vibrating through your every nerve.
pleasure ripped through you so fast it stole the air from your lungs, leaving you clinging to him as though he was the only thing keeping you tethered.
âthatâs it,â he whispered against you, voice low, almost reverent. âlet it happen, baby.â
your thighs quivered around his shoulders, hips twisting helplessly.
his hold only tightened, dragging you deeper into every surge of pleasure until you had no other choice but to give in.
âgyuâfuck,â you gasped, tears stinging from the intensity of it all.
he slowed his pace, pressing soothing kisses as his thumbs circled your skin.
âthatâs it, sweetheart,â he murmured. âyou did so good for me.â
your chest heaved, lungs struggling to catch up with the aftershock.
when his gaze lifted, the change was immediate; eyes softening on sight, like tasting you had only deepened the reverence already written into him.
your lungs were still searching for air when he started climbing back up your body, mouth brushing every inch along the way.
your thigh. your stomach. the underside of your breast. your collarbone.
each kiss softer than the last, like he was pulling you back into yourself piece by piece.
by the time he found your mouth, you were already leaning into him, reaching before you realized it.
his lips lingered, smiling faintly against yours. âfelt good, huh, beautiful girl?â
a broken laugh slipped out, shaky as you tried to catch your breath. âgood?â you asked, head shaking in disbelief. âgyu, no oneâs everââ you paused, voice breaking, ânot like that.â
his grin tugged at the corner of his mouth, soft but smug, like he couldnât help himself.
âyeah?â he teased gently, eyes searching yours. âthatâs because they were all idiots.â
he leaned in, brushing his nose against yours before kissing the corner of your mouth. âyou deserve more than theyâll ever know how to give.â
his words sank deep, leaving you trembling all over again. you tried to laugh, but it broke halfway when his lips caught yours, sealing the truth of his words right into you.
what began tender turned restless in seconds.
his mouth moved against yours, only you couldnât help but deepen it, chasing him like you couldnât get close enough.
his chest pinned you down as his hips dragged slowly between your thighs. you felt him, hard and thick through his sweats, sending another wave of heat to rip through you.
it didnât matter that youâd already fallen apart once; your body lit up for him all over again.
a whimper caught in your throat, swallowed by his kiss as your hands scrambled higher, clawing at his shirt.
you tugged like you were frantic; like the thin barrier of fabric was the only thing keeping you from breathing.
âoff,â you rasped against his lips, desperate, the word breaking. âpleaseâtake it off.â
âyes, maâam.â he said, a smirk tugging at his lips, but it vanished the second your fingers brushed his waistband like you couldnât wait a second longer.
you shoved his sweats down with shaking hands, boxers going along, nearly knocking him off balance in your urgency.
he huffed a laugh, his eyes catching the hunger in yours. âgreedy, are we?â he chuckled, sounding more undone than smug.
âshut up,â you shot back, no patience for his teasing.
your eyes had already landed on him; thick and already slick at the tip.
heat rushed hot up your chest, a grin tugging weakly at your lips despite yourself. âso thatâs what i do to you?â
he groaned, dragging a hand down his face. âyou know what you do to me.â
âstill,â you whispered, tugging him closer, âitâs nice to have the evidence.â
a rough laugh slipped from him, cut short as his mouth slammed back onto yours, heavy with need.
your legs wrapped around his waist without thought, but he held himself back; grinding his hard length through your slick folds with a patience that felt merciless, his lips still on yours like he needed to drink down every sound before giving you more.
âturn over for me, baby.â his voice was rough at the edges, but his touch stayed soft, guiding you onto your stomach like he was handling something precious.
as you shifted, the pillow resting underneath your hips slipped slightly.
before you could react, his hand was already there, sliding it back beneath your stomach with quiet care; making sure the angle favoured your comfort more than his own.
âthere we go,â he muttered, like he was admiring a work of art. âjust like that, angel. fuckâlook at you.â
you could feel the heat of him behind you, hovering close, and the way his hands coasted up and down your sides; thumbs pressing in like he was trying to memorize every inch.
âyouâre unreal,â he whispered, mostly to himself. âmy fucking dream girl.â
his palms settled at your waist, urging your hips higher before gliding up your spine, pressing lightly between your shoulders until your chest sank into the mattress.
âfuck, baby,â he groaned as he lined himself up. âyouâre gonna kill me.â
the blunt press of him at your entrance had you gasping, nails twisting in the sheets.
âgyuââ your voice cracked, the sound nothing but a plea.
âi know, i know.â his hand smoothed down your side, soothing you. âjust breathe, beautiful. iâve got you.â
he slid in with agonizing slowness, every inch a stretch that stole the air directly from your lungs.
a broken sound escaped you, and his groan followed fast, spilling into the space between your bodies.
âf-fuckââ your cried helplessly, âitâsâoh myâfuckââ
he bottomed out with a shudder, his hips pressed flush against you, both of you shaking with the effort it took not to fall apart right there.
his forehead dropped between your shoulders, breath hot against your skin.
âjesus christââ he groaned, the sound rough and reverent all at once. âyou feelâfuck, baby, you feel insane.â
your back arched, body clenching around him, another helpless moan tearing through you. âtoo muchâno, itâsâgod, gyuâitâs so good.â the words spilled broken, tumbling past your lips before you could catch them.
his hand slid to your stomach, pulling you up into him, grounding you through the dizzy stretch. âthatâs it,â he murmured, kissing along your shoulder blade. âyouâre doingâf-fuckâyouâre perfectâfucking made for me.â
your thighs quivered, but the need to feel him move was stronger than the ache. you shifted back against him, desperate. âpleaseâŚmoveâi needââ
he groaned again, like your words undid him. âfuckâyeah, baby, i know.â
he slowly eased his hips back, dragging himself out until you thought youâd break, then pushed in again, steady and deep.
the rhythm was unhurried but merciless; every stroke deliberate, every thrust angled like he knew exactly how to pull you apart.
after a few slow strokes, his pace quickened; each thrust sinking deeper, chasing every sound that spilled from you.
âthere it isâfuck, yeah. thatâs it,â he breathed, forehead tipping down for a beat before he straightened again, eyes locked on the way your body yielded to him.
your moans spilled raw into the mattress, high pitched and broken, your hips rocking back into him without thought. âoh my godâdonât stopâplease, gyu, donâtââ
he answered with another thrust, sharp enough to punch a cry straight out of you.
ânever,â he panted, jaw tight, reverence spilling through every word. âyou feel too fucking goodâi could stay here forever.â
your walls clenched tight around him, the build snapping faster than you could process.
âgyuâiâm gonnaâfuckââ the cry tore out of you as your whole body bowed into the mattress, release ripping straight through you.
he groaned at the feel of you breaking around him, hips stuttering once before he forced himself to steady, dragging it out for you instead of chasing his own end.
âfuckâyeahââ his voice cracked. âthatâs it, angelâŚlet go for meâjust like that.â
your thighs shook uncontrollably, but his hands steadied you; one gripping your waist, the other pressing into your stomach, keeping you grounded as you unraveled.
the sob that followed buried itself in the sheets, your release hitting so hard it fractured every breath into ragged pieces.
he bent over you, lips trailing soft kisses along your spine, his hips still moving but gentler now, easing you down instead of pulling you higher.
âiâve got you,â he whispered into your skin, kissing your shoulder like a vow. âjust breathe for me, angelâŚthatâs all you need to do.â
he eased out of you slowly, the sudden emptiness pulling a broken whimper from your throat before you could stop it. âgyuâw-whyâŚwhat are youââ
âshh, i know, sweetheart,â he soothed, palms steady as they skimmed your sides, guiding you gently. âjust needed to see you. fuckâlook at you. you think i could stop now?â
desire threaded through his voice, yet his hands remained careful, guiding you as if you were fragile in his hold. he eased you onto your back, settling your hips back onto the pillow with a care that made it clear he wouldnât let you feel anything but comfort.
you let him move you, pliant in his hold, your body trembling as you blinked up at him. his hand cradled the back of your neck, thumb tracing lightly like he needed to feel you breathe.
he kissed your temple first, lingering there, before trailing down to your cheek.
his mouth wandered unhurriedly across your skin; tracing over your brow, brushing the bridge of your nose, grazing the corner of your lips.
âhi, beautiful,â he whispered against your skin, words cracked but full of awe.
your smile barely surfaced, dazed and weak, but it was there. âhi,â you breathed back.
his forehead tipped to yours, lips brushing in a fleeting kiss. âyou okay?â he asked, though the look in his eyes said he already knew the answer.
your breath caught, a soft laugh tumbling out with your words. âmore than okay.â
the corner of his mouth curved into a soft smile before he slid his hand down to steady your hip.
he lined himself up and pushed back in with one long, steady stroke. the stretch tore a gasp from your throat, your body clenching around him so hard it forced a groan straight out of him.
âjesusââ his voice cracked, forehead pressing to yours again. âbaby, you feelâfuckâyouâre so tight.â
your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, mouth falling open on a sound you couldnât swallow down.
âgyuââ his name slipped from your lips, almost a sob. âitâsâs-so deepâoh my god.â
his palm pressed firm to your stomach, making sure you felt every inch of him. âthere we go,â he rasped, kissing your jaw through ragged breaths. âyouâre taking me so well, beautiful. youâreâfuck, youâre perfect.â
his hips pulled back, just enough to make you feel the loss, before he drove in sharper. the force knocked the air from your chest as your nails clawed down his shoulder blades.
âeyes on me,â he mumbled, catching your gaze. âdonât look away, babyâwant to see you fall apart.â
your gaze clung to his until the next thrust stole it away, lids fluttering shut as another cry tore loose from your throat.
âno, noâlook at me,â he urged, groaning when you blinked back up at him, glassy-eyed and trembling. âthatâs it. good girl.â
your moans came fractured, tumbling past your lips with every push. âpleaseâgyu, please, just like thatâf-fuckâfeels so good, so goodââ
âfuckââ his voice cracked, hips driving harder, the sound of you begging ripping the control straight out of him.
âoh my godâiâm gonnaââ the words broke into a sob, your voice splintering. âmingyu, iâfuckâi canâtââ
his thrusts faltered, a groan tearing from his chest as he forced himself deeper. âyes, you can, angel. just a little moreâfuckâi can feel you. youâre right there.â
you broke apart around him, crying out his name like it was the only word left in you. âgyuââ
âthatâs itâoh, fuckâthatâs it, baby,â he gasped, forehead dropping to yours as his own rhythm fell apart. âcome with meâyeah, just like thatâfuckââ
your third release tore through you, carrying his first with it. your body squeezed around him, causing him to let out a wrecked moan as he came inside of you.
he stilled for a moment, chest pressed to yours as both of you trembled through the last shreds of release.
there was no detachment. no instinct to turn away. he hadnât looked anywhere but at you.
when his breathing finally slowed, he pressed a soft kiss to your jaw. âare you okay?â he asked.
you nodded, unable to trust your voice.
he gave you a moment longer before easing out, slow and careful, drawing a broken whimper from your throat.
his mouth followed the loss; kissing the inside of your thigh, the curve of your hip, and the hollow below your ribs; each one gentle and deliberate in their own way.
âstay here,â he said softly. âjust rest, baby.â
your head fell back against the pillow in the faintest nod, eyes glassy with exhaustion.
he lingered a second longer, his thumb brushing your cheek in a touch that felt reluctant, before finally pushing himself to stand.
he bent down to grab his boxers from where theyâd been tossed, sliding them on around his hips.
the quiet between you stretched thin, filled only by the sound of his breathing and the faint creak of the floor.
by the time he reached the door, your chest was already tight. you stayed where you were, staring up at the ceiling, the fan turning in lazy circles above you.
the longer you watched, the more the quiet shifted.
at first it was just silence, but eventually, that silence turned into space, which slowly turned into panic.
you werenât naĂŻve. you knew the script.
sex that good, that messy, that consuming, usually ended the same way.
a roll to the side. maybe a muttered âthat was funâ. the scrape of denim. the excuse about an early morning.
sometimes the door would shut before youâd even pulled the sheets over yourself.
your heart sank.
what if this was that moment?
what if youâd just traded years of friendship for a few hours of wreckless, selfish pleasure?
what if youâd just ruined everything?
before the thoughts could spiral any further, the door creaked open again.
âhey,â he spoke softly, not wanting to startle you.
you blinked towards him, body still draped exactly where heâd left you.
his boxers hung low on his hips, hair damp and sticking to his forehead, chest still flushed from the heat of you. a towel was slung over his shoulder, two water bottles gripped in one hand, and a warm cloth in the other.
your throat went tight. âyou came back,â you whispered, the words slipping out before you could catch them.
his face softened immediately, something tender breaking through. âof course i did,â he said, stepping closer. âwhatâdid you think iâd just disappear after that?â
you tried to smile, but it wavered.
âhey,â he said again, lowering onto the edge of the bed. âdonât go quiet on me now, pretty girl. not after you already woke all of the neighbors up.â
a soft, broken laugh escaped your lips.
he bent to press a soft kiss to your knee. âscoot up a little, sweetheart. let me take care of you.â
his hands moved with quiet certainty, every touch measured and unhurried. patience lingered in everything he did; a tenderness you werenât used to.
you felt the difference in your chest before you even felt it between your thighs.
no one had ever done this for you before.
the most youâd ever been given was a half-hearted towel tossed your way, like it was your job to deal with the aftermath alone.
but here he was, treating you like you were something worth handling with delicacy.
âi kept the pillow there,â he said quietly, ââcause i figured youâd be sore. didnât want you shifting too much.â
he finished with quiet care, dropping the cloth and towel into your hamper before reaching for your hoodie on the floor.
he eased it over your head, guiding your arms through the sleeves, tugging it down until you were completely covered.
as he climbed back into the bed, you reached for him without thinking twice.
he was already leaning into you, arms sliding around your waist, pulling you against him like it was the only place you belonged.
âyou still with me?â he asked, lips brushing your hair.
you nodded, eyes still shut until his voice pulled you back.
you blinked up at him as he dipped his head, catching your gaze. âyou scared me for a second.â
your voice was small. âi justâŚwasnât expecting you to come back.â
his brow furrowed, a little hurt, though his tone stayed soft. âcome on. you really thought iâd leave you like that?â
you huffed out a laugh. âit wouldnât be the first time someone did.â
his chest rose on a sigh as he shifted to really look at you. âbabyâŚwhat kind of assholes are you fucking?â
the bluntness startled a laugh out of you. âyouâve heard all the stories,â you reminded him.
âunfortunately.â his hand stayed warm at your spine, steadying you. âand i hated every single one of them.â
you froze, but he continued nonetheless.
âyou donât understand,â he said, shaking his head. âlistening to you try to laugh off how some guy left before you could even breathe againââ he paused, exhaling hard through his nose. âi swear, prison stripes nearly sounded worth it.â
âyou never said anything,â you said, genuinely surprised at his words.
his lips lifted into a small smile, but the weight in his eyes gave him away. ânever felt like my place.â
âgyuâŚâ you whispered.
he shook his head gently, already seeing where your thoughts were headed.
âyou really donât get it, do you?â his voice softened, a little rough at the edges.
âget what?â you murmured as your eyes searched his face for any clues on what he could be referring to.
his hand came up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, so tender it made your chest ache.
âhow easy you are to love.â
you froze, lungs stuttering like theyâd completely forgotten how to work.
âiâve wanted to do this right for so long,â he whispered, leaning his forehead to yours. ânot just the sex. all of it. making you laugh. holding you when you cry. being the one who never leaves. giving you the kind of love you shouldâve had all along.â
your lips parted, but no sound followed. the weight of his words pressed down until all you could do was hold his gaze, completely undone by the gentleness in his voice.
âand if i ever have to hear about one more guy who made you feel like you were too much, or too emotional, or not worth sticking around forâŚâ he shook his head again, softer this time. âiâll lose my fucking mind. because youââ
he swallowed hard, trying to find the courage to continue. âyou deserve someone who worships the ground you walk on. someone who thanks god every night that you chose them.â
you blinked hard, tears threatening to fall as a soft laugh escaped you. âyouâre not supposed to make me cry after sex, idiot.â
âi meant what i said, you know,â he told you, his lips curving into that same boyish grin youâve adored for years. âand i know my feelings arenât one sided, either, ms. choreplay.â
tears slipped down your cheeks as you let out a shaky laugh, swatting weakly at his chest. âyou are such an asshole, kim mingyu.â
âam i wrong?â he smirked. âbecause youââ he paused, tapping your thigh, ââbasically had tears running down your thighs from me washing, like, two dishes.â
you groaned, burying your face in his chest. âplease never phrase it like that again.â
he laughed, the sound warm against your cheek. âdonât act like you didnât whimper when i changed the garbage bag.â
you pulled back just enough to glare at him. âmy god, youâre always so full of yourself.â
his grin only widened, cocky and unbothered. âwait till you find out i sort my laundry by whites and darks.â
⧟ đ ⧽ ä¸ pairingă â¸â¸ haechan x fem!reader đľ wc. 0.4k genreăsmut contains! emo!hyuck , smoking , recording , fingering , facial { back to library }
đŚđđđĄđ ââ haechan recording you for evidence âŚ
âi told you about smoking when im over here.â he smirked watching you cough as he purposely blew the smoke in your face. âit makes my clothes smell like cigarette smoke.â
âyour nagging turns me on , keep going im about to nut in my pants.â you groaned. âstop speaking so vulgar donghyuck.â he ignored you. âwhy when it turns you on?â taking another drag of the cigarette. âwhy must you be such a pervert?â his hands creeping up your skirt. âyouâre wet , i can feel it and youâre calling me a pervert.â he cupped your clothed heat. âmaybe itâs you whoâs the pervert.â
he turned to put the cigarette out , pulling something from his nightstand. âwh-what is that?â he revealed a camcorder from behind his back. âi need evidence.â he said. âthe next time you call me a pervert iâll just show you this.â he said , lowering the camera. âhow wet your pretty pussy gets for me.â pressing play on the camcorder. âdo-donât.â he chuckled , pulling your panties to the side. âlook at that , your little hole is clenching around nothing , so desperate to be filled.â he pushed one of his fingers inside you. âhy-hyuck.â he added another , quickly speeding up making sure the camera go everything. âyou hear that? youâre making so much noise down here , the camera isnât gonna pick up you moaning like a slut for me.â
curling his fingers inside you. âhy-hyuck⌠gonna cum.â your insides twitching , eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came. âlook at that.â he said panning the camera up to your face. âhow pretty you look, going all dumb for my fingers.â he palmed himself through his pants. âletâs see how dumb you get for my cock.â
he held the camera in your face as he pounded into you , his thick cock stretching you out. âfu-fuck your squeezing my dick , you called me a perv but your cunt is sucking me in.â he cursed. âi think the perv is you.â tears welded in your eyes as he fucked you. âfeels so good.â
âyeah? you love my cock?â he gripped the camera. âsay it , tell the camera how much you love my cock.â he said. âso-so much.â you moaned. âfuck iâm gonna cum , wanna cum all over that pretty face.â he groaned. âhyuck iâm gonna cum!â he thrusted inside of you a few times , pulling another orgasm from you , pulling out to straddle your hips , jerking his cock off. âfuck!â he cursed , cum shooting from his cock on to your cheek , making sure the camera picked it up. âlook at you all pretty for me , covered in my cum.â tapping the tip of his sticky cock on your lips. âsuch a good slut for me.â he pressed pause on the camera , grabbing your face. âfucking cameras gonna love you.â
âgonna turn you into my own little porn star.â
synopsis âł you broke up with him on a storm-soaked night, uttering words you can never take back. five years later, in a foreign country, fate places him in your path again. suddenly, he is a client of your company and you have to work with him. nevermind that he absolutely hates you. nevermind the unsaid things that lay beneath.
genre âł e2l, ex high school sweethearts, ANGST, smut.
wc âł 11k + 600 (patreon bonus)
warnings âł toxic relationship, cheol is an ass, reader is lowkey depressed, a LOT of miscommunication, drinking, bar violence, classism, dysfunctional family, mention of a motorcycle accident, mention of alcoholism, heavy make outs, hate sex, female degradation, marking, unprotected sex, bathroom sex, no aftercare.
a/n: if I fumbled Seungcheol, I'd straight up kms. đ
A punch comes flying from your left, hitting the creep hard on the nose and sending him to the floor with a loud thud.
âFuck!â He yells, cupping his nose.
âShe clearly said no. Multiple times.â The deep voice booms from behind you, and it feels hauntingly familiar. Your entire body freezes, and you cannot bring yourself to turn around, petrified of the face that awaits you.
You are suddenly more terrified of a mere voice than a drunk stranger forcing you to go home with him. Itâs because this voice comes with so many memories; memories that haunt you every day, and you shove them down only for them to spring back up when you are alone in your bed at night.Â
The man comes to stand next to you, peering at your face in the low lights of the bar. âAre you okay?â
You had a couple of drinks, so in the back of your mind, you were praying that your tipsiness had you mistaken. That hope is crushed when you look up at him, your eyes locking with his. The manâs face changes, recognition setting in, and almost instinctively, he takes a step back.
âSeungcheol.â You whisper, uttering the name you have not dared to whisper in almost five years.
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5 YEARS AGO
âI think that it is best that we break up.â You announce, your voice louder than usual, so that he can hear you through the pouring rain. Your boyfriend stands in front of you, soaked to his bones, and it takes all of your self-control not to extend the umbrella over his head and usher him inside your shabby little dorm.
No, you need to be cruel tonight.
âI donât understand,â he pleads, his eyes frantically searching for yours. âWhat did I do wrong?â
You love me. You love me too much, Seungcheol.
âI donât like you anymore. You are so...burdensome.â You hiss, trying your level best to keep your voice steady. âYou know I am going abroad to get my degree. This wonât work anyway.â You grip the handle of the umbrella tightly with both hands, directing all your energy at the flimsy plastic.
âYou are joking, right?â He whispers, but you hear him. You vividly see the desperation in his eyes despite the darkness of the night, and you wish he knew how much worse you feel.
Gathering all your resolve, you take a step back. âDelete my number, Seungcheol. Donât contact me again. I thought I owed you this much. Goodbye.â
You donât stop, you donât look back. You donât know how he looked as he watched you leave, and you are thankful for that. You could not bear to see him in any more pain. More than that, you are glad he cannot see you, your crumbling facade as big droplets of tears rolled down your cheeks.
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The bouncer escorts the drunk creep away after Mingyu, Seungcheolâs friendâonce upon a time, your friend tooâexplained the situation.
You and Seungcheol are yet to speak to each other, quietly watching the yelling man get escorted outside.
You should leave.Â
Your feet are frozen, however, and you are not sure what the best way is to get out of here. Should you just run outside and not look back? Or should you strike up a conversation before leaving?
âWell, look who it is.â Seungcheol decides to speak finally. With every passing second, his lips curve into something sharper than a smile, his eyes laced with venom and delight.
Yeah, this is not going to end well. Then again, what did you expect?
âHi.â You whisper, looking away. The less you speak, the better.
Seconds pass. He keeps staring at you like a hawk before bursting into a belly laugh of mockery. âReally? Hi? Thatâs all you have to say after so many years?â
âI think I should leave.â You state, your voice firmer. Avoiding his eyes, you step past him to get your purse from the stool, ready to dash for the door.Â
âYou havenât changed, have you?â He asks, his voice deep and grave, stopping you in your tracks. âAlways the coward. Running away. Go on, run away, little sheep. That's the only thing you can do.â
You turn your head to look at him. His eyes flash with hatred and mischief, his cruel smirk turning into a nasty, predatory grin, laced with tipsiness as he shifts his weight from foot to foot.
He is drunk. He is picking a fight with you. You need to leave.
Mingyu comes at his side, making sure he does not lose his balance. His friendâs eyes meet yours, apologetic, nonverbally telling you to just leave for the better. You turn away with determined steps.
âFor fucks sake!â His voice booms, garnering attention from others. You are once again forced to look at him. His droopy stature and the haziness in his eyes tell you he is drunk, and you know drunk Seungcheol very well. That is when he becomes his most stubborn self.
âThe least you can do is thank me!â He yells, his body leaning forward as Mingyu struggles to stabilize him. âHyung, please.â He whispers, getting him to stand upright. From somewhere, a woman comes rushing, immediately putting her hands on Seungcheol to check on him. Blond hair, tall, thin, and prettyâyou get the message.
With one last look at Seungcheol, you walk out of the bar.Â
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On Monday morning, your supervisor, Daisy, steps into the office a little late, but she has that smile plastered on her face that tells you good news awaits.Â
Looks like she has finally secured the deal.
Last week, she announced that the company has a chance of taking on a very big client, and judging by the look on her face right now, you can tell that the client is secured. On any other day, you would be brimming with excitement to know who this VIP client is finally, but after the happenings of Saturday night, a perpetual gloom has overtaken you.
You should not have gone for a drink that night.
The memories of Seungcheol still linger, stitched to your skin and carved in your mind, leaving you restless ever since. One thought leads to another, and before you know it, your mind is occupied by the thought of him only. It is a vicious cycle.
It is not fair. Why did you have to bump into him out of all the people in the world? And why did it have to be a bar thousands of miles away from home? What was he even doing there? Should he not be back home in Seoul? He has a business to run after all.
From beside you, Seungkwan, your co-worker pipes up, âWhat has got you smiling like that this morning, boss?â
Daisy laughs. âOur client is on the way, folks. Meeting room in five minutes.â She points at you, Seungkwan, and Yoona. âYou three are on the team with me.â
âI see you are still keeping the suspense.â Yoona pouts.Â
âYou bet,â she winks, sitting down at her desk. You smile, watching your coworkerâs reaction as you gather your notebook, pens and other necessary documents before heading to the meeting room.
As Seungkwan sets up the projector, Daisy takes a seat opposite you on the meeting table, keeping the head chair empty.
âWhatâs wrong with you?â She asks, setting down her tablet, her gaze narrowed at you. âNormally, you would be the most enthusiastic. Is everything okay?â
You sit up straighter and clear your throat. âYeahâŚI just did not have a good nightâs sleep.â You reply. She does not seem convinced, but decides not to push you further.
Five minutes later, Choi Seungcheol walks into the meeting room.
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The project is a market expansion campaign.
Choi Industries is now looking to enter the European market, and to get the job done, it seems they found your marketing firm to be the perfect ally. This is your worst nightmareâno, something worse than your worst nightmare. What cruel ploy of fate would lead to this, you and he working together in a foreign land?
The meeting is tedious and painfully slow.
You do your best not to make eye contact with Seungcheol or even look in his direction. Of course, that does not mean you do not feel his eyes on you, and you know for a fact he is plotting ways to get to you. The first blow comes as the meeting rolls to an end. Seungcheol directs the words towards Daisy. âDid you know that Miss ___ and I went to the same high school?â
âReally?â Your boss regards you with surprise. Suddenly, all the eyes in the room are on you. You shift uncomfortably in your seat, your pleading gaze directed at Seungcheol. He continues, âWe were really close friends. Really close.â
You feel faint. Under your breath, you mumble, âNot that close, really.â
Daisy is happy. âWell, that makes this project much more fun. Iâm sure we will all work together well and make this a successful campaign!â
Seungkwan and Yoona nod, sharing their agreement, while you sit with your head low, praying that this is all just a very, very bad dream. Your boss calls your name, prompting you to snap your head up. âI have another meeting now. Why donât you see Seungcheol to his car?â
What?
âMe?â You blink, terrified. Your eyes meet his for a brief second, and judging by the look in them, you know he was waiting for an opportunity like this. An opportunity to devour you whole and spit out the bones.
âYes, you,â Daisy repeats. With a hard swallow, you nod, quietly trailing behind Seungcheol towards the VIP elevator. The moment the doors close and the metal box starts descending, you feel your stomach drop.
He turns to look at you, eyes shining dangerously. âWhat a coincidence, huh?â
You stand mute, pressed against the elevator wall, trying to put as much distance between the two of you as possible.Â
âThis is going to be so much fun,â he hums, a smirk taking over his lips as he steps closer to you. Slowly. One step after the other. The air thins, and your nostrils fill up with the smell of his cologne. It seems faintly familiar, a mixture of bergamot and citrus. It is distracting and alluring. It becomes increasingly difficult to find your words and thenâ
A hand snakes around your waist, pulling you tight against his body. Then, his lips are on yours.Â
The kiss is brutal. It almost feels like a punishment, hard and merciless, but also addictive. His body pressed against yours, his hands in your hair as he devours your mouth like it is his last meal. You give in to the desire, meeting his tongue with yours, equally wanton until your brain finally snaps back to reality, and the logical part of your brain starts to go back online. With a harsh grip on his chest, you push him away, panting for air. âShit. WeâŚwe should not have done that. Youâyou have a girlfriend.â
You cringe at yourself. Really, that's the first reason you give?
Seungcheolâs thick brows knot into confusion. âI saw the woman that day in the bar. The blonde,â You wipe your lips as you explain. Yep, your lipstick is smudged, and you probably look like a clown.Â
Seungcheol smirks. âLook at you all worried. Sheâs a fling. I donât do girlfriends. Not after what you did to me.â The look in his eyes shifts, and you have to take in a deep, shuddering breath to find your voice back. âAnyway, we are working together now, and thatâthat was highly unprofessional.â
âDonât look at me like that.. Like it was only me.â He licks his lips, taking a step closer to you. âYou were practically eating me up like a touch-starved whore.â His eyes darken as his lips form a flat, thin line. âIt was a one-time thing. Donât expect that to happen again.â
The elevator doors open with a soft ding, and he marches away without wasting another breath, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded. You stand rooted in your place, infuriated at his audacity but the sear of his kiss leaves behind a maddening tingle on your lips.
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As the week goes by, the project starts to take its baby steps, and you are thankful that Seungcheol does not drop by again. His secretary shows up throughout the week for updates and monitoring, letting you work in peace with your colleagues.Â
You cannot imagine seeing him again after kissing him in the elevator. And the audacity of that man! Telling you not to expect it again, as if he did not initiate the kiss, and acting like you were begging him for it!
Ultimately, that kiss has earned Seungcheol a permanent space in your head; thoughts of him following you around all day and all night like a shadow. You find yourself zoned out or daydreaming, every now and then, during lunch or a tea break, earning suspicious looks from your coworkers.
The more excuses you give, the more suspicious they get. You have worked with them for a while, and they know something is up with you. Thankfully, none of them has figured anything out yet. But the way Seungcheol has been behaving, you doubt it will take them long to connect the dots.
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On Friday, you are the last one to leave the office. As you pack up your belongings, ready to get home, Daisy calls you.
âHey, I just received your mail for the moodboard. It looks great. I think we can go ahead with it.â
âLovely,â you stifle a yawn as you sling your bag over your shoulder.
âAre you still in the office? Seungkwan said you would be working late.â
âYesâŚwhy?â
âPlease do me a favour and get a copy to Seungcheol right away. Get his approval tonight so that we can get started from next week,â Daisy announces. You still, your fingers tightening around your phone.Â
âWait, why do we need his approval?â
âCome on, ___. You have seen how sensitive he is. He has a reputation for being nitpicky; it runs in the family. Iâm sure he wonât say no. Itâs just a formality. I know itâs late, but he lives nearby. I will give you the address. I would have done it myself, but I am an hour away.â
A dejected sigh escapes your lips as you pinch the bridge of your nose, dreading approaching Seungcheol with the storyboard. âI donât think I can do this.â You whisper to yourself.Â
âWhatâs gotten into you?â Daisy asks from the other end. âNormally, you are so confident in your work, ___. What's going on?"
âI guess I am just tired.â
âYou can have a nice, long break after this project,â she assures.
âRight. Thanks.â You mumble.
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It is almost 9 in the evening when you reach the mansion that Seungcheol is staying at. You donât know if it is his family property or if he is renting it, but either way, it screams luxury. A butler receives you at the front door, guiding you down the long, warmly lit and polished corridor, tints of gold, brown and cream surrounding the space.Â
You are led to a small living area next to a library, and as you step in, you find Seungcheol bent over the pool table, his eyes razor sharp as he takes a shot. Next to him stands Mingyu with a cue stick in one hand and a glass of whiskey in another. As the balls scatter across the table, he sighs, âLooks like you are winning this one, Choi.â
Seungcheol smirks, reaching for his own glass of whiskey, gulping it down all at once. You are frozen in your spot, your eyes transfixed on the uninterrupted view of his flexing biceps thanks to the tank top he is wearing.Â
Suddenly, your throat is dry and you have forgotten what you came here for. Damn it, you should have taken the butlerâs offer of having something to drink.
Mingyu is the first one to spot you, snapping you back to reality. â___?â He calls, his voice somewhat confused.
âHi,â you give him an awkward smile as Seungcheol turns around. His face falls, a frown forming in his brows as his eyes land on you. You continue, worried that you would stumble over your words, âI needed Seungcheolâs approval for the ad storyboard.â
âGreat. You guys chat. Iâll get you something to drink. What do you want?â
The strongest of whiskey would not be enough right now. âTea would be lovely,â you smile at him. With a nod, the taller man steps away, leaving you and Seungcheol alone in the room. Instantly, the place is shrouded with a thick blanket of tension, eerily quiet and suffocating.
Seungcheol gazes at you for a few seconds before going back to his game, ignoring you like you are not standing right there. âIâm busy,â he announces.
Oh god.
âI understand. Itâll only take five minutes.â
He rolls his eyes with a huff, marches over to you to snatch the file out of your hands and roughly flips the pages. Not even ten seconds later, he tosses the file on the coffee table and resumes his game. âYeah, this wonât work.â
He has to be kidding right now.
âSeungcheol, please. The least you can do is be a tad bit serious about this. It is for your company.â You plead, unamusedly watching him focus on aiming at the cue ball on the pool table. He takes the shot and, after a satisfied hum, says, âI know. And I am very serious about this. Which is why I am telling you, it needs to be redone.â
âNo, it does not, Seungcheol. You did not even take a good look at it.â
âOr maybe you are not that good at your job as you think you are.â He hums casually. âIâm sure it is a hard pill for you to swallow, since you are so used to being the best since high school. Best student, best debaterâoh, I heard you won the employee of the month last month. Congratulations for that, by the way, but it looks like the same wonât happen this month.â
His words burn. They are like ice picks on your skin and you know he knows. He is deliberately hitting you where it hurts.
You never had much in life. Your academic accomplishments have been your everything, and you have carried that dedicated, hardworking mindset to your workplace. So far, the response has been good, and more than that, you donât need anyone to tell you how good you are at your job.
You know you are.
âYou are being unprofessional, you know?â You decide to be civil, placing the files on the nearby coffee table. âYouâre bringing up old things that are not related to this project. Iâm afraid I need to remind you to keep your personal and professional life separate.â
His body freezes. You see his jaws clench as he stares at a fixed spot on the wall for a few beats. Then, a moment later, he is standing right in front of you with the pool stick in his hand, his burning gaze set on your face.
He is so close you can smell his cologne, and instinctively you take a step back, only for him to take a step closer. âListen to me very carefully, ___. I fucking loathe you. I cannot look at youâhell, think about you for a second without remembering what you did to me. So I donât care if I am being unprofessional right now. In fact, I want to be. When I saw you at the meeting on the first day, you know what the first thought I had was?â
You look away, your heart racing in your chest. It is too muchâhis proximity, his words, his gaze. Your mind starts short-circuiting, and the air feels too thick to breathe.
âLook at me.â He hisses. âI wanted to kick you out of the team right away. I wanted to make a scene and announce that I would not work with your company if you were on the team. But then, you know what I realized? Keeping you on the team would be so much more fun. I could ruin your life bit by bit and see you suffer.â
Tears of infuriation brim in your eyes.Â
âRemember how you called me a burden?â he whispers, chuckling menacingly. âI will show you how burdensome I can really be. News flash, ___. I am your client now, not your stupid boyfriend, and you have no choice but to do as I say.â
Dropping the cue stick on the ground with a loud thud that makes you jolt, Seungcheol walks past you. You clutch your chest with one hand, trying to breathe in large gulps of air. It takes a moment for you to notice Mingyu standing at the doorway with a cup of tea in his hand, looking helpless and apologetic.
Blinking back the tears, you force a smile at him. âI will get going now.â Your hands reach for the files on the coffee table, your fingers numb and shaky.
In silence, you head for the front door.Â
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In the end, your proposal gets the green light after Daisy approaches Seungcheol the next day. After some minor changes, you get to work with Seungkwan and Yoona, thankful that you donât have to deal with Seungcheol again.
Later that week, you have a private chat with Daisy, informing her that you and Seungcheol parted in not-so-amicable terms after high school. You try to share as little information as possible, and thankfully, she understands your predicament. She assures that you wonât have to deal with him directly from now on, and you breathe a sigh of relief. That's the end of that.
The month rolls by. The project continues to take shape. You see Seungcheol very few times, and whenever you do, your interaction stays limited to curt greetings and professional politeness. Over time, you have gotten very good at pretending that he does not affect you. Putting the mask on has been easy, and when you are in the office, busy with the project and seeing your work come to life first-hand, your past with him almost seems insignificant.Â
Because it is the past. You donât have the luxury to let yourself slip while thinking about the good old days. Seungcheol can do that, but not you. Surviving in a foreign country by yourself has been a challenge, and thankfully, you have managed to remind yourself what truly matters.
Seungcheol will leave once the project is over. You will go back to your life and he to his. That's how it has to be.
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Seungcheol is treating everyone to dinner tonight, as a celebration for the successful wrap-up of the campaign. You, Daisy, Seungkwan, and Yoona from your firm and Seungcheolâs secretary, and two other employees from his end. At first, you did not want to join them, but when you heard that it is one of the finest restaurants in town with a stellar menu, paid for with his black card, you decided not to go would be a huge loss. After all, you have been working like a dog for this project behind the scenes, with barely any recognition, and this is a perfect opportunity to drain his card, though you doubt it would leave barely a dent in his wealth.
At the long, rectangular dinner table, you make sure to sit as far away from Seungcheol as possible, right at the end, while Daisy and his employees occupy the seats near him. Despite your insistence against it, Seungkwan sits next to you.
âItâs more comfortable here.â He says. âI am not in the mood for socializing. Itâs bad enough that we have to pamper his ass all week and now, we have to eat dinner with him.â He grumbles under his breath, making you laugh. âWell, at least heâs paying for the meal.â You reply, taking a sip of water.
âThe only reason I am here, canât say no to a free fancy meal.â Seungkwan huffs. You have come to confide in Seungkwan over the past couple of months. Little by little, you shared your colourful history with him, and he has developed a dislike for Seungcheol as well.Â
It is fun to have people to gossip with.
Dinner starts smoothly. Despite having some worries on the back of your mind that Seungcheol would strike up a conversation with you and make not-so-subtle remarks on your performance, he leaves you alone. You enjoy your dinner, chatting with Seungkwan about work and future plans, Yoona casually joining your discussion every now and then.Â
Just before dessert, you get a call and excuse yourself from the table, heading towards the ladies' room with your phone pressed to your ear. The male and the female washrooms sit along the same corridor, and right when you are about to turn left, you see Seungcheol emerge from the menâs room.Â
Right, he was not at the table when you left.
His eyes lock with yours and your steps falter, slowing down to a stop in front of the door as you hang up the call. The gears in your head start shifting, debating on whether to acknowledge him or go your way.
âWas the food to your liking, Junior Assistant ___?â He addresses you by your title, the sarcasm potent in his tone.
His eyes darken immediately, flashing with venom. âDonât piss me off, ___.â
He just cannot help himself from picking on you, can he?
You force a smile on your face. âYes, it was delicious. Thank you for your generosity, Vice President Choi.â
God, help me. âI did not mean toââ
âStop smiling all the damn time. Stop acting like you are not affected by me.â He hisses, a snark on his lips. He takes one step after another, his shoes making a crisp click sound as he nears you. You look around frantically, worried someone will see you in such proximity to him. Â
âStop getting on my nerves,â he breathes, his face hovering inches away from yours. With no room to escape, your back is pressed against the door, âSeungcheolâŚthis is the ladiesââ
Ignoring your scandalized gasp, he pushes you inside, stepping into the ladies' room with you. âWhat the hell are you doing?â You whisper-yell, eyes skimming around to see if anyone is inside. The stalls appear empty, thankfully.
Unaffected, he keeps his blazing eyes on you, backing you towards an empty, open stall. âStop with the facade. I know you are doing it to push my buttons. You get off torturing me, no? All worked up while you donât bat an eye, acting like our past does not exist.â You feel his hot breath against your face.
âI do not,â you whisper, trying your best to look away. You are surrounded from all sides by his warmth, his touch and his presence. It is hauntingly familiar, messing with your sensitive, tipsy brain and lowering your guard.Â
His words undo something inside you. The breakup with him had left you undone and you have carried on like that, a chunk of your heart empty, left behind in front of your dorm in Seoul. The knowledge that you are treading into dangerous territory claws at you, neon red alarm bells going off in your head, yet you are helpless against yourself.Â
âI think you are drunk, Seungcheol.â You manage.
There is a subtle shift in his gaze. With a scoff, his lips break into a smile, like you are the most amusing creature he has ever laid eyes on. âHa. I could drink all the booze in this world and still not be drunk enough to forget you. Trust me, I have tried.â
Seungcheol is your weakness, always has been. Maybe your touch-starved soul desires to feel his warmth against your skin, or maybe it is the selfish desire of your teenage self to have his eyes only on you that keeps you rooted to your spot, looking into his eyes. In silence, you drink him inâthe slope of his nose, his long, fluttery eyelashes, his moles, and his beautiful eyes that look at you in pure hatred.Â
Your lips tingle with the memory of the messy, wanton kiss you shared with him not so long ago. You crave to feel it again.
âI hate you,â he breathes after a moment, the look in his eyes shifting from pure venom to hazy with lust. âI hate you so fucking much, ___. I wish I could burn you to the ground. I wish I could destroy you.â His voice grows heavy with each word and you let yourself believe that he does not mean them.
âI know,â comes your meek reply.Â
The man groans, the sound coming from the deepest part of his chest, resonating through your body as he hastily grabs your shoulder and pushes your face upwards, stealing your lips for a bruising, toe-curling kiss. It is a kiss that makes you forget where you are or what your name is.Â
âPlease, Seungcheol.â You moan, your entire body a flame. You feel his kiss in every nerve, the precision and roughness of it altering your brain chemistry. You are no longer yourself, lost in a space between mind-bogging lust and the memories of old days when he used to be deep inside you like this after sneaking into your dorm late at night.
Seungcheol roughly shoves you against the wall, his body nestled close to yours in the cramped space as his free hand slips underneath your blouse. His kiss is dizzying, like always. Right now, it feels particularly harsh and raw; all other thoughts flying out of your head and making you forget to breathe. His hungry lips trail over your mouth and then your jaw, his body keeping you pressed against the stall wall as he links his fingers with yours before pinning them straight above your head.
âSeungcehol,â You utter his name like a mindless prayer. The man does not acknowledge you, unbothered by your pleas. Instead, he steals another kiss, this one more languid as he takes his sweet time exploring every bit of your mouth with his tongue. With his every movement, your moans grow louder as you feel the wetness between your legs increase. Some part of you knows how depraved this is, making out with your exâwho clearly hates youâin a bathroom stall. Still, the thought dominating your mind is how frustrated you feel, pinned to the wall and unable to touch him, feel his body underneath your fingertips after so long.
You writhe, trying to free your hands from his grip, but it remains futile. âPlease,â you whimper between kisses. âPlease, Seungcheol.â Looks like that is all you say.
âKeep your mouth shut.â The man grunts. He presses you roughly against the wall with one hand, pushing your body upwards slightly so that he can undo the zipper of your skirt, loosening the material around your waist. Then, his hand goes underneath your skirt and without any warning, his fingers cup your core, roughly, so, feeling you through your panties. âYou are soaking through your underwear,â Seungcheol mutters as he feels the wet fabric pressed against your core.
âI need you,â you mewl, letting your head fall to the side to give him better access to your neck. His lips meet your skin with a hum, the sound so deep and throaty you feel it in your core. His lips do not break contact with your skin, kissing and sucking your sensitive flesh until your whole body shakes like leaves in a tree.Â
âFuck, I need you, please.â You beg, digging your nails into his shoulder and grinding harder against him, desperate to ease the throbbing ache between your legs. Seungcheol, finally satisfied with the red spot blooming on your neck, lets you go, loosening the grip on your body to let you slide down the wall.
âYou are still a temptress, you know? You fucking ruined my life years ago and youâre still ruining it.â Seungcheol hisses between pants, shuffling inside the small space to undo the zipper of his trousers. One of his hands grips the flesh of your ass, letting you lift one leg and wrap it around his waist. Once his hold on you is firm, his eyes lock with yours for a brief moment as he lines himself up with your entrance, before thrusting in deep.
A pathetic, muffled shriek rips from your throat, your head banging against the stall from the impact of the pleasure. All thoughts of subduing your moans go out the window as he starts moving in and out of you, rough and restless, his fingers gripping your flesh in a hold that will leave marks for days to come.
âYou like it?â He taunts, his lips curved into a snarl. âYou like my cock ruining you? Does it remind you of the old times?â
One particularly hard thrust and your head lulls forward, your hands desperately clutching on to his biceps. âC-Cheolâ You shudder, eyes squeezed shut, your mouth hanging half-open.
âThatâs right. Only say my name,â Seungcheol pants harshly, his voice strained as he pauses for a moment and remains fully buried inside you, toying with your pleasure. You can feel his grin against your shoulder before he pulls back all the way out and then thrusts back in. The force makes your body jolt but you do not have enough time to recover as he builds a pace, pushing in and out of you in movements so strong, your back arches and your toes curl in your heels. Your brain feels like mush as you fail to utter anything, your mouth simply hanging open to let out breathy pants as you close your eyes and feel every ridge of his cock move in and out of you.
You can feel how much he hates you.Â
It is an addictive, blissful experience, a high you never want to come out of. âYessâŚâ you mumble mindlessly, the force of his pace blanking your mind, freeing you from the curse of your own thoughts.
âAre you going to come, little slut?â He hums in your ear. You have lost your voice so your body speaks for you, shaking and nodding at his words. âOf course you will. You are always such a whore for me,â he hums, nibbling the skin of your neck. One of his hands reaches below to touch your clit as he wastes no time rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves with the pads of his finger, all the while continuing to thrust inside you earnestly.
âSeungcheol!â You scream, your entire body jolting.
Your reaction makes Seungcheol smirk as he chases his own high, seconds away from erupting inside you. He places your clit between his thumb and index finger, giving you a particularly harsh rub followed by a pinch.
You are catapulted over the edge.Â
Your vision goes white, your entire sweat-coated body twitching from the intensity of the pleasure. It only amplifies as you feel Seungcheol spill inside you, his warm release filling you up and dripping lazily out of you.Â
After a short lived moment of silence, things turn mechanic. Seungcheol untangles himself from you, that mask of indifference and boredom taking over his face once again as he cleans himself up with tissues, quietly handing some to you as well. He refuses to meet your gaze, or even acknowledge your presence, finishing his work in lightening speed and stepping out of the stall. You sit on the toilet lid for a long time, processing what you just did, before fixing your clothes and cleaning up.
By the time you step out after you have managed to gather yourself, both mentally and physically, Seiungcheol is no longer in the restaurant.Â
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When your intercom rings on Saturday night, it's almost 10 pm. It is Mingyu, completely taking you by surprise. You open the door and stand unsurely as the taller man regards you with an unreadable gaze.
âI was not expectingâŚyou.â You blink, wondering if all the wine got to your head.
âWere you expecting Seungcheol, then?â He half-jokes but you donât smile. âMay I come in?â
âSure,â you murmur, fetching a glass for him. As you take a seat on the couch, Mingyu pours himself a drink, saying, âSomething happened between you and Cheol yesterday.â
âOf course,â setting aside your confusion, you show him in. âWhat would you like to drink?â
âI see you are drinking by yourself.â He points at the bottle of red wine and the glass on your coffee table. âI guess Iâll join.â
Oh god.Â
You donât look at him, busy taking a sip. Mingyu continues, âHe has been weird since last night. Came to my place straight from the dinner, saying he fucked up.â
You offer nothing.
âUgh, for godâs sake,â Mingyu runs a hand through his hair, his voice laced with frustration. âYou guys are soâŚâ his words fail him.
âYou guys had sex, didnât you?â
âIâm still too sober for this.â
âI canât believe I am talking to you about this but it was hate sex, Mingyu.â You rub your forehead.Â
âIt should not have happened.â You announce. âI was weak and I gave in to temptation. Can we put it past us now?â
âYou were not the only weak one, trust me. Seungcheol is acting like a fucking teenager.â Mingyu makes a face, sipping his wine.
âIf it was, he should have fucked you out of his system, not come home and whine about it continuously.â He regards you impassively, like he is trying to deduce something from your face.Â
âWhat is your point? Why are you here?â You throw him an exasperated look.
âYou two need to talk. I am sick and tired of taking his bullshit and walking on eggshells around the two of you.â
âRight.â You roll your eyes and lean back on the couch. âFinish your drink and leave. I want to be alone.â
The man stays silent, quietly but leisurely sipping his wine. Time ticks by slowly as your mind wanders back to Seungcheol. The desire to ask Mingyu what he said about you grows and you know the longer he stays, the stronger your urges will grow.
Did he like it? Does he regret it? Does he miss you?Â
You bite your lip and finish your drink. Next week is the launch event for the campaign, and you already have your work cut out for you. Mr. Choi, along with the board of directors, will fly in from Seoul for the press conference, which is daunting enough. Right before this very important day, you had sex with Seungcheol, the one person you should not have. That too in a fucking bathroom.
Your whole life seems like a joke to you.Â
Your train of thought is led back to reality when you hear Mingyu murmur, âHe was going to propose to you.âÂ
You still.
The whole world stops. Your hand stills mid-air, failing to reach for the wine glass as you soak up his words. There is a dreadful, sinking feeling in your chest that grows rapidly larger each second, swallowing you whole. With all your being, you pray that you heard him wrong.
âWhat did you say?â You whisper, your face devoid of colour.
The man sighs, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face. âGod,â he huffs, âSeungcheol was going to propose to you that month back in high school. I went with him to choose the ring. Of course, he was not going to marry you right then. He wanted to make a promise to you before you both went to college, and after you got your degree, you would get married. That was his plan.â
You are at a complete loss for words. Mingyuâs words feel absolutely unreal, a haunting mirage of a past that almost feels like a dream but somewhere deep in your heart, it makes perfect sense. It makes sense that he was planning to put a ring on your finger.
You two were madly, hopelessly in love. You dreamt of a future together and made a thousand different plans. You thought of the many, many possibilities, yet not once did you imagine breaking up.Â
How naive you were.
âAfter you broke up with him, he went crazy. He was actually batshit insane.â Mingyu shakes his head. âI never saw him like that, ever. He would drink himself to death and get into fights almost every day. He even got into a motorcycle accident and spent a month in the hospital, recovering from multiple surgeries on his knee. His father was livid, and it made things much worse.â
You feel like throwing up. Your heart has shrivelled up, folding back into itself inside your ribcage. The air feels too heavy for you to breathe in, the weight on your chest only growing larger each second.
âIt was only after Mrs. Choiâs desperate and relentless begging in the hospital that he got his shit together. As his father wished, he agreed to aim for SNU, get his degree and then take over the company.â Mingyu sighs, a heavy stillness hanging in the air. âI donât think he ever became normal. Heâs justâŚdifferent now. More reckless about everything. He basically became an asshole.â
Stunned, you stare at the ground. A lone drop of tear strolls down your cheek and you have to take in a few large gulps of air before you can find your voice. âWell, I am glad he is okay now.â You murmur, keeping your voice as neutral and uninterested as possible as you reach for the wine glass and chug the liquid down.
Mingyu frowns, âDonât be like that. Donât pretend that you donât care.â
âI d-donât!â You yell, but your voice breaks. A sob struggles free from your throat, and you have to bite your lip to keep from bursting into tears. Mingyu looks at you pitifully. âGosh, ___. You are both miserable.â
âI am fine, Mingyu.â You announce, looking away and wiping your tears. âYou should leave now.â
Ignoring your words, Mingyu scrutinizes you. âFor old times' sake, can you at least tell me why you broke up with him? The real reason, not some bullshit excuse. I will not tell Seungcheol, I promise. I just need to know for my own peace of mind, because no matter how hard I thought about it, it never made sense.â
You sigh. âI was insecure.â
Mingyu makes a sound of annoyance. âThe truth, ___.â
âIt is the truth.â
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5 YEARS AGO
The living room is ornate, decorated tastefully with expensive mahogany furniture. Alongside one wall hang dozens of pictures, mostly family portraits and pictures of Seungcheolâs grandfather when he started the Choi Industries.Â
Blowing on your tea, you take a sip and watch seconds tick by in the large grandfather clock. Seungceholâs father called Seungceol away for a moment, stating that they needed to talk privately while his mother went to put dinner in the oven. It has been a while, and they have yet to show up, leaving you feeling awkward in the large, polished space. Until now, silence has been hanging in the air when suddenly, you hear muffled voices that keep rising in pitch. It sounds like someone is having a heated argument.Â
Half worried and half curious, you leave your spot on the sofa and carry down the hallway and towards what looks like Mr. Choiâs study, the place from where the voices are emerging. The door is not fully closed, leaving a good couple of inches gap that gives you a view of the people inside.
Seungcheolâs father stands behind his large desk, while your boyfriend stands facing him, a burning look in both of their eyes. Seungcheolâs mother stands between with her back towards the door, slightly hampering your view of the two men.
What is going on?
âDo you really have to be like this, father?â Seungcheol fumes, his voice laced with desperation.
âYes, I have to!â The older man booms. âYou have lost your mind. I let you be at first, thinking that you were not serious about her, but what? You want to go abroad to study with her? And not even to a prestigious university, but a basketball program? Are you insane?â
âFather, I donât wantââ
âYou know I love basketball!â
âYou are too old for that. You need to get serious and study to get into Seoul National University. My son will take over my business, not go abroad and play some stupid sport!â
âShe has gotten into your head. She is using you for your money, you idiot!â
âFather, watch how you speak about her.â Seungcheol hisses.
âEnough, both of you. She is still here. We can have this conversation later.â
âDonât you dare tell me what to do, boy! Did you forget what type of family she comes from? She comes from nothing, for godâs sake! Her father is a deadbeat alcoholic. Her mother lives with her boyfriend! She has no family, no home. How could you date someone like her?â
âEnough, father!â Seungcheol, seethes. His mother rushes to his side, trying to calm him down.
âGet some sense into his head!â Mr. Choi snaps. âHe has gone insane. There is a limit to my patience. How could he think of bringing her here? How could he think I would accept her!â
You have heard enough.
With quiet steps, you go back to the living room and sit down at your spot, wringing your hands. Your fingers shake, matching your breathing, giving you a very hard time holding back tears. You fail to do so, and a tear slips down, making you do your utmost best not to break into sobs. Hearing footsteps down the corridor, you quickly wipe your face and reach for the teacup. Seungcheol steps into the living room, followed by his mother. His face gives away nothing when he speaks, âSorry about the wait. My father got an important business call, so he wonât join us for dinner.â
âNo, itâs okay,â you smile, standing up. âActually, I got a message from my friend. There is a leak in our dorm because of the rain. She needs my help to move stuff. I should get going.â
âI will come with you.â
âOh, no, you donât have to.â You rush, slinging your bag over your shoulder. âItâs raining outside. I will take the bus. Goodbye, Mrs. Choi. It was lovely to meet you. Please convey my apologies to Mr. Choi.â
That was the first and the last time you were inside Seungcheol's house.
â
âDeep down, I always knew it would not work. How could it? We were so different. I always found it unbelievable that we were dating. Every day felt like a dream. When I heard them talk, it was like a wakeup call. His dad's words were bitter but they were the truth that I knew deep down. I have always been miserable. It was a sheer stroke of luck that brought Seungcheol into my life. It was a small period of blessing, and I wanted to leave it at that. Simple.â You whisper, your eyes trained outside the window, watching the darkening sky. In the distance, you hear thunder rumble.
Mingyu remains silent.
Minutes tick by. You swallow the hard lump lodged in your throat before looking at him. âWhatâs done is done. This project will be over next week and then we wonât have to see each other again.â
âRight,â Mingyu nods, his head moving unsuredly. âDonât you think you owe him an explanation? It still eats him up because he does not know what he did wrong. All his anger towards you is just misplaced hurt.â
âDo you think I donât know that?â Your voice is a shaky, sorrowful whimper. âIt kills me every day when I remember what I did to him. He deserves an explanation, yes, but it hurts to even stand in front of him. Maybe under different circumstances, I would have made an attempt, but now? I think we are past everything.â
Mingyu stares at you for a beat. âAt least for your sake, I think you should talk to him. I am looking at you now and itâs clear you are suffering as much as he is. And I know a thing or two about guilt. It eats you alive.â
You remain silent.
âYou are barely holding on by a thread, ____. You broke up with him, but he had people around him for support that helped him get back on track somehow. You need to stop suffering by yourself,â he trails off.
âI have always been alone, Mingyu.â You offer him a sad smile.
âYou donât have to be.â
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The week starts off busy, the hours dragging on and on as you work with Seungkwan and Yoona to perfect everything for the launch event on Thursday. Seungcheol drops by the office on Tuesday for a meeting with Daisy. You thankfully do not have any interactions with him, only catching a glimpse of him as he left her office.
The glimpse itself was heavy enough.
Like a compass always seeking north, his eyes locked with yours for a few seconds, his gaze heavy and almostâŚguilty. They were not burning with hatred for once, and the somber look on his face was once again a cruel reminder of what happened Friday night.
Work, thankfully, kept you busy and you had no choice but to push Seungcheol to the furthest corner of your mind.
When you see him the next time, it is Thursday morning, in the opening ceremony. You shake hands with him, all polite and business-like, posing for photos, talking to the his guests and his team.Â
You donât think of the way how his eyes stay on you a second longer each time. You donât think of the way how the look in his eyes shifts your gaze finds his, how they burn quietly with heavy, unsaid emotions. You donât think of the way your eyes search for him in the crowded room, finding solace in having him within your sights, dressed in a stunning three-piece suit, the epitome of perfection, and a glaring reminder of why you would have never worked out.
No, you donât think of any of those things. You think of doing your job right, staying on top of things and working alongside your team to prepare for Mr. Choiâs arrival.
And when he does, things go smoothly.
He does not recognize you. You honestly did not expect him to. But somewhere deep within you, there was a fear, an irrational one, that he would recognize you from before, and maybe discredit everything your team has been working for so far.Â
Nothing such happens. Itâs just another round of business smiles, another round of introductions and photos. Itâs just you amongst a sea of faces.
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The event wraps up just before noon. As the hall clears out, echos of praise and hums of approval hang in the air. You join Daisy and the CEO of your company for one last small talk with Mr. Choi and his men. In the small group, Seungcheol and you stand opposite each other, sneaking glances when the other person is not looking.Â
At some point, the group moves on with their conversation, strolling away while you and Seungcheol stay in your place. When you gather the courage to look in his eyes, he appears jittery, nervous, and awkward at the same time, much like how you feel.
âGood work today.â He murmurs, his voice scratchy.Â
âThank you.â
Silence. It becomes suffocating as you struggle to find the right things to say. You know your time with him is coming to an end. What is the right way to bring an end to this relationship?
âI am sorry about Friday night.â He finally speaks. You blink and wait, understanding that he has more to say. His eyes remain on the ground, âI am ashamed of the way I behaved. It was veryâŚunprofessional andâŚI donât knowâŚI justâŚlost control andâŚâ
âI understand, Seungcheol.â You offer, giving him a small smile.
âRight.â He blinks.Â
More silence.
âSeugcheol?â You whisper, realizing this might be the last time you are calling his name. He gazes at you with a somber look.
âI need to tell you something.â
He stays mute for a beat. âGo on.â
For a second, the world slows down. Time stops and creates a space where it is only you and him, and the haunting memories of your love. It is a comfortable, precious, but momentary bubbleâone that you wish you could stay in forever. Swallowing the hard lump in your throat, you whisper, âI am sorry. I am sorry for breaking up with you the way I did.â
Silence.Â
He blinks, staring at you with an unreadable expression, making you wonder if he even heard you.
âA little too late for that, no?â He says with a mock smile, shifting his gaze to look outside the large floor-to-ceiling windows.Â
âYes.â You reply. âAnd I am sorry for being so late as well. I have owed you this apology for a long time, and I wanted to say it out loud to you, even though it is too late.â
He sighs, nodding his head, not looking at you.
âI did not mean the things I said that night. I am sorry.â You repeat, your voice catching at the end. He finally looks back at you and, for a long moment, stares at your face. You see his eyes shine, mirror the turbulent emotions in yours, and for a moment, you get a glimpse of the Seungcheol four years ago. The boy who wore his heart on his sleeve, dreamt big things, and loved you more than anything else. You see the last five years flash by his eyes.Â
âI am sorry for my behaviour over the past few months,â he says after taking a deep breath. âIt was immature of me.â
âItâs okay,â you whisper, voice feather light. For some reason, you feel like crying. âI understand.â Something about this conversation solidifies your idea that this is goodbye. You are not going to see him again.
He nods and gives you a tight-lipped smile that does not reach his eyes. âWell then, good luck.â Sparing one final glance at you, he turns around and marches towards the exit. You watch him leave, committing the view of his back to your memory while holding back a sob. You will not cry until he is out of sight.Â
A few steps in, he turns around and calls your name. âCan you tell me now why you really broke up with me?â
You could not.
You force a smile, friendly but casual. âIt does not matter anymore, right?â
For a brief second, disappointment flickers in his eyes. He remains silent for another second before giving you a smile that mirrors your ownâamicable but rehearsed. âRight.â He pauses, âBest of luck, ___.â
He walks away before you can reply.
âÂ
It is going to rain today.
In the empty convention hall, you sit facing the window, the half-empty bottle of wine keeping you company in the silence. Time ticks by slowly as the darker clouds roll in, followed by the pitter-patter of the rain.
The doors open, revealing Seungkwan carrying a plate of dessert and an empty glass. âHeard you were here. I knew you would be moping, so I decided to join you.â He announces, taking a seat next to you.
You smile. âGood choice. The view is lovely here.âÂ
He sits down on the chair next to you, putting the plate of tiramisu between the two of you. âI got this for you. People generally eat ice cream and cry but they did not have any ice cream here.â
With a soft chuckle, you reach for the spoon. âI assume they left.â
Seungkwan knows who you are referring to. âYeah, Daisy and I saw them out. President Choi was very pleased with us. I think we can expect a good bonus.â
âThatâs good to hear,â you murmur, mindlessly sucking your spoon.
Seungkwan pours himself some wine. âSeungcheol's friendâMingyu, I think, also came. They are all going out for lunch. President Choi is flying out tonight.â
âMhm,â you hum.
Next to you, your coworker falls silent, watching the rain fall steadily outside. âI donât think President Choi recognized me.â You mumble, more to yourself.
âThatâs a good thing, no?â
âI guess.â You pause, taking a sip of your wine. âBut it hurt. It made me feel so insignificant. I knew I was insignificant, which is why I broke up with his son in the first place. But realizing that he did not even remember my face after saying all those things really put everything into perspective.â
Seungkwan remains silent next to you.
âI am a good worker but I would never make a good prospect for his son,â you chuckle, shaking your head at the pathetic situation as you remember him complimenting your hard work.
âDid you tell him why you broke up with him?â He asks. You finish your wine and set the glass down. âNo. How could I? I could tell that his relationship with his father is still very strained. Why make it worse? No point in crying over spilt milk.â
âBut he will never know the truth.â
âMaybe it is better this way. I apologized to him. That should be enough to move on.â
Your colleague does not say anything. In silence, he finishes his drink while you watch the rain, the sky flashing purple with distant rumbles of thunder.
âLetâs go and stand in the rain.â Seungkwan suddenly announces. You cock an amused brow at him. âWhat?â He pouts. âThis is the perfect mood for that. You are depressed and itâs raining outside. Go and soak in the rain or something. Cry your heart out and then leave him here. Itâs about time, donât you think?â
You reflect upon his words. Yeah, it is about time.
âYouâre right, letâs go.â With a resolved sigh, you stand up, followed by Seungkwan, who excitedly trails after you. The large compound in front of the hotel is silent and empty, save for the occasional cars that drive past down the main road. Your steps slow down as you walk past the entrance and stand under the portico, feeling the chill in the air that accompanies the heavy rain.
âOn a second thought, maybe getting wet in the rain is not the best idea. Itâs quite chilly.â Seungkwan murmurs as you both stand and watch the rain. You hum, looking at the grey sky, âYeah. I donât know how they make it look romantic in the movies. This feels depressing as hell.â
âProbably has something to do with your mood.â Your colleague whispers drily. You roll your eyes. âDo you know how long our rooms are booked?â You ask him. âDidnât Daisy say something about us staying over if we want to?â
âYeah. We can stay the night.â He affirms.
You sigh a breath of relief, crossing your arms and making yourself smaller. âGood. A warm bath sounds lovely right now. Letâsââ
You are cut off as a sports car pulls into the driveway at rapid speed, way faster than the speed limit. Your breath catches in your throat when you realize whose car it is.
Mingyuâs.
âWhat in the fucking romcom is going on?â Seungkwan snickers next to you as you hold your breath, expecting to see a familiar face. A second later, Seungcheol gets out from the passengerâs side, his eyes immediately finding yours as he stands in the rain, staring at you. One glance at him and you know he knows. You can tell from the look in his eyes, the way his brow is subtly knotted, and the clenched muscles of his jaw.
Mingyu could never keep a secret.
The driverâs side window rolls down, revealing Mingyu, who looks at you and goes, "Don't fuck it up this time, seriously." Then, he points to Seungkwan, âYou, get in. Let's give them a moment.â
âYep!â The man rushes past you and gets in the car. Mingyu throws a cheeky wink at you before pulling out of the driveway with a loud roar of the engine.
Once again, silence falls, save the constant hum of the rain, as you and Seungcheool stand face to face.
Why is he standing there in the rain? It reminds you awfully of the time you broke up with him.
âSeungcheolââ You take a step closer, feeling the smallest drops of water hit your skin. Itâs cold. Itâs cold and you donât know what you want to say or why you called his name.Â
The man takes slow but determined steps towards you. âIâll ask you once more. Why did you break up with me?â His voice is steady but loaded with a thickness that you have not heard in a long time.Â
The raindrops have engulfed him by the time he stands under the portico with you, dripping down his temples to his chiselled jaw, and you swear he has never looked more handsome, drenched in the rain, his breath coming out heavy with an unmistakable look in his eyesâhope.
âSeungcheol,â you breathe, a small smile spreading into your lips. Itâs relief. âIt does not matter.â You reply, and this time, you mean it. It truly does not matter anymore. Not when he came back. Not when he is standing in front of you.
He exhales a long breath, taking another step closer to you. He stands in front of you, intimately close, so much so that you can count the raindrops on his face.Â
A lot of things go through your mind. You donât know how to articulate them, so you bask in this feeling of delight and warmth. You bask in his gaze, tender and warm, just how he used to look at you, years ago.Â
âYou should dry up,â you whisper, still hypnotized by his eyes.
âYou should have told me.â He whispers, his voice feather-light, almost drowned out by the sound of the rain. You look at him in confusion.
âYou should have just been honest about your feelings. The things my dad said about you that dayâŚthey were unforgivable. It kills me to know that you heard them all and here, I have been living hating you, completely oblivious all this time.â
âIt was a long time ago. It doesnât matter.âÂ
âIt matters to me,â His voice sharpens. âTo me, it is the present. I would never have found out unless Mingyu told me.â He takes a breath, running a hand through his wet locks, âGosh, ___. I feel like I failed you. I did not make you feel safe enough to be honest with me.â
âSeungcheol, no. I was insecureââ
âI would have let you go, I swear. If I knew that you had heard all the things my father said, I would have let you go voluntarily because it was just too shameful. I would have given you your space, and then, I would have come to you. I have always wanted to do that. No matter where you went, I was ready to follow.â
Tears sting your eyes.
âI should have been honest with you. Iâm sorry.â You murmur, looking at the ground, your head hanging low.
âFuck,â he hisses and, in the blink of an eye, engulfs you into his arms. âDonât apologize, please. If anyone should be sorry, it is I. I am sorry for every fucking thing. God, I donât know how I could ever make it up to you. I keep failing you, ___. I almost did it again. Thank god Mingyu told me everything.â
âHe promised me he would not,â you mumble into his chest, a smile blooming on your lips.Â
Seungcheol gently removes you from his chest, his eyes searching for yours while your smile fades, wondering what is going on in his mind.
Ever so tenderly, he reaches out cup your cheek, his thumb tracing your cheekbone. His eyes remain devoted to you and only you, while his right hand wraps around your waist, pressing your torso to his. You feel like gasoline is running through your veins, ready to ignite at any moment.
âCan I kiss you?â He whispers.
The rain has faded into a drizzle by now and you see the grey starting to fade from the sky.
âYes.â You reply, closing your eyes.
The fire ignites when his lips meet your tender and soft, slow and passionate, deep and lingering. Both of your hands claw at each other, despite being skin to skin, it is not enough. The empty void you have been trying to mend for all these years has opened with a gaping split, and only he can mend it.
Only he could ever.
The kiss continues. Tears roll down your face. The rain stops and the sun shines again.
âI love you, Seungcheol.â You rest your forehead against his, pouring your heart out. âI love you so much. I never stopped loving you.â
âMe neither,â he breathes. âYou never left my mind. Everything reminded me of you. Even when I was hating you, I was in love with you.â
A small, sad smile makes way onto your lips. âDo you think we could go back to what we were?â
âWe donât have to go back.â He replies firmly. âWe can be better now. I, for one, donât want to go back. I was foolish to lose you. I wonât do it again.â
âThings havenât changed.â You whisper, eyes locked with his.
He makes a sound of amusement. âNo, everything has. I know the truth now, so everything has changed.â
âDo you mean it? I donât think I can survive another heartbreak, Seungcheol. I have enough ghosts already.â You try very hard not to let your voice crack.
His arms tighten around you. He pauses for a moment, his adamâs apple bobbing as he swallows, his eyes sharpening. âNo more ghosts. Itâs just you and me, now.â
His lips reconnect with yours, soothing your worries.Â
After a long, long time, you wonât go to bed haunted by ghosts. Ghosts of him and your past. The thought is a balm to your cracked soul.
âLetâs get you out of those clothes now.â You murmur, taking a look at his soaked clothes. He raises a teasing brow at you, a smirk playing on his lips. You roll your eyes, stepping into the hotel. Seungcheol quickly reaches for your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours.
Smiling ear to ear, you walk inside.Â
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a/n 2: This was supposed to come out a long time ago but I've been so swamped with a research paper and conferences that I could not make time to finish the minor editing. I also got really sick last week, during my bday, on top of that lol, so I've just been feeling miserable for a while. Anyway, I am glad that I could finish this and put it out for you guys. I don't think I will be able to upload any other fic this year as I have a lot of coursework due. If I am not dead, I hope to return with some bangers next year. I have some abandoned drafts and some interesting ideas in my head, so let's see where the wind takes me.
On a different note, I have recently been wondering/overthinking as to whether my content is substantial, in the sense that I don't want my works to be the same rehashed tropes or just in general unsubstantial pieces (fyi, I am not looking down at any other writers or comparing my works to others). It's a trial and tested pattern here that pwp fics always get more traction, which is not wrong but I think I have always been a writer who is very lore/plot-heavy. I always find smut the hardest to write and even though I like indulging in pwp fics once in a while (like my last dilf cheol fic which did numbers!) I am always looking forward to writing complex/dramatic plots. And in relation to this, I'd just like to add that I am very proud of Scars Leave a Beautiful Trace. I generally always find my work cringy when I reread it, but I think the SLABT universe is very well-crafted. I truly had the most fun time writing it; in my head it was playing like a kdrama lol, and I really appreciate all the love it has got. Please keep showing it more love, y'all!
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â･â§ËĘđÉËâ§ď˝Ąâ â Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader
 â･â§ËĘđÉËâ§ď˝Ąâ â Summary: She was the one who set the rulesâkeep it casual, keep it simple. But somewhere between his touch and her silence, she fell for the man whoâd already been in love with her all along.
â･â§ËĘđÉËâ§ď˝Ąâ â Content/Trigger warning: Friends with Benefits arrangement, unrequited love, angst, jealous!Seungcheol, fem!reader, dubcon, both of them being bad at communication, misunderstanding, p in v sex (unprotected), creampie, overstimulation, multiple orgasms. [Let me know if I miss out any]
â･â§ËĘđÉËâ§ď˝Ąââ 18+ work! MDNI! Ageless/blank blogs will be blocked, put an indicator on your blog somewhere that you are 18+ before interacting with this work/blog.
You were never close in university.
Mutual friends meant Seungcheol knew your name, remembered your laugh during group hangouts, and could picture the way you always sat cross-legged on the floor during movie nights. But that was it. You were never in the same classes, never shared late-night study sessions. Just passing smiles and the occasional conversation.
Still, Seungcheol had noticed youâhow could he not? You were smart, confident, had this quiet kind of strength in your eyes that made him wonder what your world looked like.
He never thought youâd remember him.
So when he saw you again at the university reunionâyour hair longer, eyes a little wearier, your smile slightly sad but still beautifulâit caught him completely off guard.
âSeungcheol?â you said, recognizing him almost instantly, tilting your head with a smile that made his chest twist.
âHey, Y/N,â he said casually, hiding the way his heart sped up just saying your name again.
The two of you talked a little. You laughed a little too freely, the alcohol warming your skin. And Seungcheol found himself standing a little closer than usual.
You told him about the breakup. The cheating. The healing. âIâve been single for almost a year,â you confessed. âFirst time Iâve felt like myself in a long while.â
He didnât say much, just nodded. But he felt something stir inside him. He had watched you from afar back thenânever thinking he stood a chance. You were someone elseâs girl. But now?
Now you werenât.
Later that night, when your friends noticed you were too tipsy to go home alone, they turned to Seungcheol. âYou live nearby, right? Can you make sure she gets home safe?â
He nodded without hesitation.
The car ride was filled with soft humming from the radio and your occasional mumbling. Your head rested lightly against the window. Seungcheol tried not to glance at you too much, but failed miserably.
At your doorstep, you almost tripped over the step. Reflexes kicked inâhe reached out, catching your by the waist. Your bodies collided softly.
Your hand gripped his jacket.
Seungcheol froze when your eyes met.
You blinked up at him, dazed. And then your eyes scanned his face, lingering on his lips.
âYour eye lashes are so long⌠so beautifulâŚâ you said, your voice low and breathy.
His throat went dry. âI⌠I- T-thank you⌠your eyes are really beautiful tooâ he murmured. Too quietly.
Your hand slid up to his chest. âStay,â you whispered.
And then you kissed him.
Your lips were soft, hesitant at first. But as Seungcheol recovered from the shock, he melted into you. His hand cupped the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. You tasted like wine and want. And it was the kind of kiss that made him forget everything else.
You unlocked the door behind you without breaking contact, tugging him inside.
Clothes fell away slowly as you made your way to the bedroom, like a silent agreement. Your shirt slipped over your head. His fingers skimmed along your waist, his lips following suitâtrailing kisses along your collarbone, your neck, your jaw.
You gasped softly when he pushes you gently onto the bed, settling between your thighs. âAre you sure?â he asked, voice husky, but tender. âWe can stop this if you are not comfortable.â
You nodded, pulling him down again, whispering, âI want this.â
Your bodies fit together like you had done this a thousand times. His hands were everywhereâexploring, caressing. He worshipped you with every touch, every kiss, every slow movement. You moaned his name like it meant something. And maybe it did. He hope it did.
You were warm and soft beneath him, your breath stuttering with every thrust of his hips. He moved slowly at first, savouring the feel of you wrapped around him. You arched into him, nails digging into his shoulders, whispering his name like a secret.
âSeungcheolâŚâ
God, you felt good. Like something he never thought heâd be allowed to touch.
He pressed his forehead to yours, eyes fluttering shut as his rhythm built, pleasure curled tighter in his core. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper.
You were everything.
Beneath him, around him, pulling him deeper with every desperate gasp of his name.
Seungcheol gritted his teeth as he drove into you again, harder this time â not rough, but deep and purposeful. Every thrust pulled a moan from you, your legs locked tightly around his waist like you never wanted him to leave. Your walls clenched around him so tightly he could barely breathe.
âY/NâŚâ he moaned, the sound ripped from his chest like a confession.
Your body arched into him, and he nearly lost it. The way you took him in, the way you trembled for him, the way you looked up at him with need in your eyes â it shattered him.
He couldnât slow down anymore. He didnât want to.
His hips pounded into yours, again and again, his grip on your hips tightening as he rutted deeper, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the room. But even through the desperation, his hands were still gentle â as if he was afraid of hurting you, of losing you too quickly.
âYou feel so good,â he gasped, eyes locked on your face. âSo fucking goodâŚâ
Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan, eyes fluttering shut. You were close. He could feel it â the way your body tightened around him, how your fingers clutched at his shoulders like lifelines.
âCome for me,â he whispered harshly, forehead pressed to yours, hips thrusting harder, deeper. âLet me feel you.â
Your moan broke into a cry as your body clenched violently around him, heat pulsing through your core. You shattered beneath him, writhing, shaking, chanting his name like a prayer through your release.
And Seungcheolâgod, he couldnât hold back anymore.
The feeling of you pulsing around his cock, the sound of you moaning his name, the thought that this was real â it all crashed over him. With a strangled groan, he buried himself deep inside you and spilled everything heâd been holding in for years.
Every unspoken word. Every lingering look. Every what-if.
He collapsed over you, still trembling, bodies tangled, sweat-drenched and flushed. His face buried in the crook of your neck, breathing you in.
He didnât say it aloud â not yet.
But the way he kissed you afterwards, the way he wrapped his arms around you like you were the only thing keeping him alive.
You would know.
He wasnât just in this for the pleasure.
He was already in far too deep.
You laid in silence for a moment, bodies tangled, skin slick with sweat.
As the sex afterglow fades, your mind felt clearer. You turned your head to look at him. âWas that a mistake?â
He blinked at the ceiling. âDo you want it to be?â
âNo,â you whispered. âI donât.â
And thatâs how it started.
No labels. No promises.
Just warmth when the nights were cold, lips when the world got too quiet, and arms to fall into when loneliness struck too hard.
But what you didnât knowâwhat Seungcheol still couldnât sayâwas that for him, you had never been just a friend.
And maybe⌠one day, you wouldnât be just a benefit either.
It was supposed to be just like every other night.
You called Seungcheol over, your voice tired and frustrated. âI just need to blow off steam,â youâd said, but your tone wasnât flirtatiousâit was exhaustion. Seungcheol could tell. He showed up anyway, arms full with your favourite makgeolli and snacks he picked up without needing to ask.
You sat on the couch together knees brushing, the TV playing something neither of you paid attention to. You rantedâabout work, about clients, about your mother pestering you to attend blind dates with men who âchecked all the boxes.â Your voice cracked slightly when you said it, and Seungcheol quietly reached out, refilling your empty glass without a word.
You leaned into him slowly, like the weight of the world finally pulled you down. Your head settled on his shoulder, and just sat like that, your complaints eventually turning into soft sighs. Seungcheol said nothing, just listenedâlike he always did. Always quiet, always steady, always there.
And then⌠you fell asleep.
It was subtle. Your breathing evened out, and your hand that had been gripping the hem of his shirt relaxed against his leg. Seungcheol looked down at youâlashes casting shadows on your cheeks, lips slightly partedâand something deep inside him twisted.
You looked so soft. So human. And he was so used to seeing you strong.
His arm around you tightened just slightly, pulling you in. Without thinking, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, whispering so quietly he almost hoped you didnât hear it.
âRest, Y/N.â
But you did hear it before drifting into dreamland, too tired to make any response.
The morning glow seeps through the blackout curtains, you stirred awake and as your mind clears, what happened before you fell asleep came back and you could still feel the sensation of his lips on your skin warm and disorienting.
Your eyes fluttered open, only to see Seungcheol still holding you in his arms, like you were something breakable.
And for a second⌠you didnât want to move.
It was comforting. Dangerous. His warmth seeped into your bones, and for a moment you let yourself imagine what it would feel like to stay like this. To wake up next to him like this every morning.
But the realization hit too hard, too fast.
You had spent the night together, doing nothing but cuddling and everything family friendly. Things that FWBs with no strings attached would definitely not be doing.
And worst, you were falling for Seungcheol.
Seungcheol stirred awake as your chest tightened. You pulled away abruptly, pretending to yawn and stretch. âShitâI didnât mean to fall asleep on you,â you said, voice clipped.
Seungcheol smiled softly. âYou looked like you needed it.â
You nodded, avoiding his eyes. âThanks. You should go. Itâs late and I need to be in the office early today.â
He hesitated, searching your face, but eventually stood. âOkay.â
You didnât kiss him goodbye. You didnât even walk him to the door.
And in the weeks that followed, Seungcheol noticed how you have changed.
You stopped texting first. Stopped asking how he was. You laughed less. You avoided his gaze after he touched you.
And it wrecked Seungcheol.
Because he knew something had shifted after that night.
He just didnât know what he did wrongâor why, when you had finally let your walls down and leaned into him, you built them back up even higher.
But he also knew better than to push.
Because if he asked, if he pressed, he was afraid he might confess everything.
That heâd been in love with you since before you even knew his name.
The unread messages from Seungcheol piled up quietly over the days. A âheyâ here, a âyou okay?â there. Then a couple of calls. Missed. Unreturned. The last one was a voice noteâjust his soft voice asking, âDid I do something wrong?â
You hadnât even listened to the whole thing.
It wasnât that you were mad at him. How could you be?
He had been perfect that night. The way he listened to your ramble, how he didnât try to distract you with sex but let you rest. The kiss to your temple. The quiet warmth. The way he held you like you meant something to him. It was too much.
Because you had spent the last one year since the start of this relationship, convincing yourself what you both had was safeâcomfort, lust, convenience. But that night⌠he felt like home.
And that scared the hell out of you.
If you let yourself fall, really fall, what if you lost him? What if it stopped being simple and started to hurt? Youâre not ready for that. Not after how your heart was broken after the past relationship.
So you backed away. You needed space. Time. You told yourself you were sorting your feelings outâbut really, you were scared of how deep they already ran.
Seungcheol was a mess.
He stared at his phone more than he liked to admit. He went over every second of that night again and again. The way youâd fallen asleep on him. The way heâd kissed you, let something slip that he wasnât supposed to feel, let alone show.
And then youâd changed.
He told himself maybe you were busy. Maybe stressed. But two weeks in, no word, no responseânot even to his concernâhe was unravelling.
You had never ghosted him before. Not like this.
Not when things had felt⌠different.
The silence was starting to gnaw at him. What if that night had ruined everything? What if you regretted it?
What if he was right all alongâthat someone like you could never love someone like him back?
He debated showing up. Just knocking on your door, demanding to talk. But that wasnât his place, was it? Not officially. Friends with benefits didnât come with the right to care this much.
But that didnât stop the ache in his chest. Or the way his fingers hovered over your contact every single night, wondering if one more message would finally be the one you answered.
You finally listened to the voice note.
Late one night, alone in your apartment, curled up on the couch with your knees hugged to your chest. You hit play and heard his voiceâsoft, hesitant, filled with something that sounded like pain.
âY/N⌠I donât know what I did. I keep thinking about that night. I thought it meant something. I donât know. Maybe I read it wrong. Maybe you didnât feel what I felt. Just⌠if youâre okay, can you let me know? Please?â
There was silence after that. Then the quiet click of the message ending.
And you felt your throat tighten, tears slipping down your cheeks.
Because he hadnât done anything wrong.
He had done everything right.
You just needed to stop being afraid of the way he made your feel.
Seungcheol's voice note was the push factor that you decided it is time for you to talk things out.
The following weekend, on the way to a blind date that your mom had forced on you, you finally replied to Seungcheol, asking if he is free to speak tonight. Seungcheol replied almost immediately saying that he will be at your place after lunch.
You smoothed the front of your dress nervously as you took a sip of water. Across from you, the manâ Mingyu âwas chatting about his travels through Europe, his easy smile and confident demeanour making the conversation flow effortlessly.
He was nice. Polite. Funny, even.
But your mind kept drifting. It wasnât until your phone buzzed twice in quick succession that your heart sank when you glanced at your screen.
Seungcheol:
Who is he?
What are you doing with him?
You lifted your head slowly, eyes scanning the restaurantâuntil they locked with his.
There, just one table behind yours, sat Seungcheol. He wasnât alone. His parents were there, along with his brother, the four of them midway through lunch. But his eyesâthose dark, unreadable eyesâwere pinned solely on you.
Your lips parted in surprise. How did you not noticed them?
Your instinct screamed at your to get up, walk over, say somethingâbut your mind froze.
You looked back at your phone and typed a quick, simple reply:
Y/N:
Iâm on a blind date.
His response came instantly.
Seungcheol:
Stay there after youâre done.
You didnât reply. You stared at the message for a second longer before locking your screen and placing your phone face down.
Mingyu didnât seem to notice the shift in your energy, continuing his story about his favourite hidden cafĂŠ in Paris. You nodded, smiling faintly, but your ears were ringing. You could feel Seungcheolâs stare like a flame on your skin.
âI should go,â Mingyu said suddenly, his tone gentle. âI can tell your headâs somewhere else. Itâs okay.â
You blinked, cheeks flushed. âWait, Iâm sorry, I didnât mean toââ
âItâs alright.â He smiled kindly. âHonestly, I had a great time, but⌠I can tell that your mind is occupied by something, or⌠someone.â
You opened your mouth to deny it, but nothing came out.
âYes, you are right, I do already have someone else that I liked, Iâm sorry.â You finally sighed and admitted.
CRASH. But a loud clatter from behind broke your focus.
A few gasps followed the noise as silverware and a teacup hit the floor. You turned just in time to see Seungcheol cursing softly under his breath, tea dripping from his brotherâs blouse while a waiter rushed over with napkins.
Your eyes widened.
You caught his brotherâs confused look, his motherâs slight frown, but Seungcheol just clenched his jaw and sat back down stiffly. His eyes didnât meet yours again after that.
Mingyu tried to ignore the commotion behind him and stood up wanting to leave place as soon as possible. âTake care, Y/N. I hope it works out for you.â
You followed him to the entrance and thanked him sincerely before watching him walk away. And once he was gone, you returned to the table, heart thudding in your chest as you picked up your drink.
Not long after, you spotted Seungcheol standing from his table, waving to his family before quietly excusing himself. His brother gave you a lingering glanceâsomething knowing, something unreadable.
He walked towards you, slow and deliberate. His expression was unreadable, lips pressed into a firm line, his jaw tense. He said nothing as he stopped in front of your table. Just looked at you with those unreadable eyes, then muttered, âLetâs go.â
You hesitated before rising and following him out of the restaurant, each step heavy with tension. You didnât miss how tightly he gripped his keys. Or how tensed his shoulders were.
You had never seen Seungcheol act this way before. You didnât know whether to be afraid of what heâd say⌠or of what youâd end up saying in return.
The tension in the car was thickâalmost suffocating.
Y/N sat stiffly in the passenger seat, your hands resting in your lap, fingers anxiously picking at your nails. You could feel Seungcheolâs energy beside yourâcold, sharp, tightly wound like a coil ready to snap. He wasnât saying anything. Just staring straight ahead, knuckles whitening on the steering wheel.
You hated this.
âI didnât want to go,â you said quietly, breaking the silence. âThe blind date. It was all my momâshe wouldnât stop pushing.â
Still, nothing from him.
Y/N turned to look at him. âI didnât know youâd be there.â
Seungcheol let out a soft, humourless chuckle. âYeah, neither did I.â
His jaw tightened.
They rode in silence after that, back to your apartment.
The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Seungcheol moved.
Before you could even turn around fully, your back hit the wall gentlyâbut firmlyâas Seungcheol stepped in close, his presence towering, heated, intense. His breath was uneven, ragged, and the way his eyes searched yours was nothing short of desperate.
âSeungcheolââ
He didnât let you finish. His lips crashed into yours, fierce and unrelenting, like heâd been starved for you. His kiss was nothing like the ones beforeâthis wasnât the soft, teasing rhythm they used to fall into. This was wild. Raw. Bruising.
You gasped against his mouth, hands instinctively reaching for his shoulders to steady yourself. He groaned low at the contact, deepening the kiss as his hands roamedâover your back, your waist, up your sides like he needed to memorize every inch of you.
âW-Whatâs going on?â you whispered breathlessly between kisses, your fingers tugging at his shirt as you tried to anchor yourself. âSeungcheol, talk to me.â
But he didnât answer. Instead, his lips broke away from yours, moving down to your neckâpressing hot, open-mouthed kisses there. Nipping, sucking gently at the skin like he needed to mark you, to brand you as his. His hands were urgent as they found the zipper of your dress, tugging it down, exposing you inch by inch.
Seungcheolâs mouth was everywhereâyour lips, your neck, the sensitive skin just below your earâleaving a trail of heat that burned straight through you.
He hadnât said a word, but everything in the way he touched your screamed louder than any confession could. There was a desperation in his grip, a storm behind his kisses, like he was trying to chase something he feared heâd never catch again.
You could barely think. Your knees buckled under the weight of it allâhis body, the intensity in his eyes, the way he looked at you like you were both his salvation and the source of all his pain.
You gasped as he caught you, steadying you against the wall. âYouâre shaking,â he murmured against your skin.
Your lips parted to answer, but no sound came out. Only the rise and fall of your chest as your head dropped back against the cool wall, your entire body melting under his hands.
Seungcheol didnât give you a moment to recover. He scooped you up and strode into your bedroom, the silence now deafeningâcharged with something heavier than just lust.
When he set you down on the bed gently, despite how upset he seemed.
He hovered over you like a storm waiting to break. His jaw was clenched, eyes dark and wild with something more than desire. A contradiction to how he laid your gently on bed.
"You said... thereâs someone you like."
The words fell from his lips in a whisper, but they landed like thunder.
Y/N blinked, catching your breath.
His hand slid up your thigh, possessive. His mouth found your collarbone, biting downânot to hurt, but to mark you. âThen why?â he asked, his voice low, cracking. âWhy are you still hereâwith me? Why do you let me touch you like this?â
He kissed you again. There was a bite to it, bruising and hungry, as if he was trying to silence his own thoughts.
âIs it just physical?â he asked against your lips, sucking your bottom lip, rough and urgent. âDo I only exist in your life just to fuck?â
You wanted to answer, but all you could manage was a broken gasp as his hands slid along your body, every movement rougher than usualâmore intense, more deliberate.
Your fingers gripped his back, nails digging into his shirt as your head fell to the side, overwhelmed.
This wasnât how Seungcheol usually touched you.
He was always gentle, always controlled, like he was holding back years of emotion he couldnât afford to show.
But tonightâhe was unrestrained.
Desperate.
Worshipping and breaking you at the same time.
âYou make me crazy,â he muttered, forehead pressing into the crook of your neck. âYou act like none of this means anything, and still I come backâevery timeâlike I belong to you.â
He pulled you closer, his breath uneven. âDo you even know what you do to me?â
You tried to speak, but the words wouldnât come, your mind blurry. The pressure, the heat, the way he was touching you like you was both his sanctuary and his punishmentâit had your mind spinning.
You werenât sure what was louder: your heartbeat or the way your body responded to him.
You had never seen him like this. Never felt him like this.
Rough. Needy. Heartbroken.
And somehow, it only made you fall deeper.
Your body trembled beneath his, your breath shallow as you clung to him, your heart aching with everything you hadnât said.
Seungcheol pulled off slightly to remove his clothes as he wastes no time plunging his cock into your wet hole. Your eyes roll all the way back in pleasure as Seungcheol starts to split your open on his cock. Not giving you time to adjust, fucking you hard.
âThis is what you wanted isnât it?â he panted, hand squishing your cheeks so that you are facing him. âLook at me as I fuck you dumb baby.â
You whimpered, you could barely keep your eyes open as you got lost in the pleasure heâs giving you.
Seungcheol goes harder, growling at you to keep your eyes open and on him. He needs to make sure thereâs no way you could be thinking of someone else other than him.
There was no gentleness in the way he held you nowâonly raw frustration and something deeperâaching desperation. His touch was feverish, his pace relentless, like he was trying to memorize your body with every second, every breath, every gasp you gave him. Like he believedâtruly believedâthat this might be the last time heâd ever have you.
And maybe it was.
âFuck youâre so damn wet. You like it when Iâm rough with you?â he hums, satisfied.
Your hands tangled in the sheets, body trembling beneath his as he buried his face in the curve of your neck, his voice low and ragged against your skin.
âIf heâs the one you likeâŚâ he breathed heavily, âthen why do you still want me like this?â
Each thrust, each motion, was a plea he didnât know how to voice.
You tried to respond, to tell this idiot that someone in question is himâyou really didâbut your voice faltered into a moan, body melting into the bed as you pulled Seungcheol closer, clung to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded.
He growled, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of you, âSo pretty when youâre filled with my cock. Tell me youâre mine. I want to hear you say it. Tell me that you love me and only me.â
Your chest rose and fell rapidly, lips parting, only whimpers of pleasure came out.
Seungcheol growls a bit when you donât answer. He grabs your hips and roughly pulls you to meet his thrusts, making your tits bounce.
Not able to contain yourself any more, you finally let your moans out. Finally saying what he wanted to hear.
He leaned in, breath shaking as he looked you in the eyes.
Jealousy simmering in his chest as he thinks about the possibility of you being with someone else. How everything you had with him was nothing. How he only exist in your life for lust, for pleasure. But he wanted more than that with you.
âDo you even know what you're doing to me?â His voice cracked, and for a split second, the fury in his expression faded into something more painful. His hard and fast thrust slows into gentle grinds. âYou're breaking me, Y/N.â
âI thought maybe⌠just maybe⌠I could be enough. Even like this,â His large hands tighten on your hips grinder deeper into you, savouring the feeling of your wet pussy. He leans over your body, squishing your tits against his broad chest as he begins to suck on your neck. âEven if all I ever am to you is just a body to fill your bed when youâre lonely.â
Tears stung your eyes.
Because none of that was true.
Because it had never been just about his body.
âN-no, Cheol, itâs not like that.â You finally gained enough strength to say, thoughts tangled in the haze of his touch, his closeness, the emotions radiating from him like a wildfire.
Tons of emotion runs through Seungcheol as his pace picks up again. His leaking cock is reaching so deep inside of you that you could barely think. And you are a moaning mess again.
âI need to hear it,â he whispered against your mouth, his tone cracking open. âTell me. Was I just convenient for you, all these time? Please.â
You shook your head, âIâSeungcheol, Iââ
But the pleasure overwhelmed you again, blurring everything. Nails clawed at his back, your legs tightening around him as he poured everything into yourârage, love, longing of hidden hope.
Seungcheol groaned loudly, lips catching yours. His strong hands push your thighs further apart to fuck you deeper. To show his frustration about your inability to response.
âAlways so needy for me fuck, what are you going to do without me,â he said against your lips, barely audible.
You mewled for him as he keeps pushing into you. Your juices are making a mess, dampening his abdomen and thighs, making every plunge of his cock sound more lewd than the last.
âSuch a selfish brat.â Seungcheol moans, pounding into your warm and wet pussy with hunger and desire. âFuck. Only needing me when you need my cock. This fucking pussy belongs to me.â
You nod along to his words moans mixing with the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your skin. âA-all yours, Cheollie. O-only yo-yours.â
âDamn right itâs mine. Itâs fucking mine. Youâre mine. All of you.â
Seungcheolâs fingers squeeze into the fat of your thighs as he smashes his mouth against yours. His greedy and sloppy with his movements, drinking up your moans like heâs starved for them. When he pulls his messy mouth from yours, he sees the lust in your eyes, your face contorts as you feels the pleasure he gives you.
âNo one can fuck me like I do.â Seungcheol canât hide his smirk. He groans, pushing your legs to the apex of your flexibility so the head of his cock can push against that sensitive, spongy spot deep inside you.
He proves his point by moving in a nearly inhuman pace, cock burying into you so viciously it makes you scream. Nails dig into the rolling muscles of his back, his skin changing colour as you drag your nails down his spine.
âGod, Cheollie. GonnaâGonna...â
âGonna what, baby girl?â he coos.
Your cunt sucks him in tighter, the prominent veins of his cock brushing against your walls deliciously. Itâs like your head is swimming, and you can barely speak.
âG-gonna c-cum! So close, Cheollie! Ah, ah, ah!â Your head falls to the side as you continue to whine, stomach tightening and spasming as Cheol barrels into you.
Itâs highly likely that heâll leave bruises on your skin from how hard his hands are wrapped around you.
âAlready?â Seungcheol hums, satisfied. âOh baby. You just love my cock that much, huh?â
You nodded your head against the pillow, eyes falling shut as you get lost in the pleasure heâs giving you. Seungcheol goes harder, growling at you to keep your eyes open and on him.
âCum for me, baby.â He commanded, and you canât not obey.
You let out a high-pitched cry when an overwhelming orgasm consumes you.
Seungcheol keeps fucking you even when he feels the first milking compression of your cunt.
He gritted his teeth and will himself not to heed the call of his own orgasm. He just want to feel you, want to watch you lose your fucking mind over his cock.
To give him assurance that only he can make you lost your mind like this.
And you do. Liquid spurts from your pussy as your stomach clenches and unclenches rhythmically. Slick gushed from your cunt and gathers around the base of his cock. Your face is hot as your lips part in a loud moan.
Seungcheol moans along with you as your back arches into him. He can literally see you fall into the sea of pleasure he threw you into.
Unable to hold back his own orgasm at this point. Seungcheol moans loudly, lips chanting your name again and again like youâre his only saving grace. Hot ropes of his cum shoot into you, painting every inch of your walls.
He smooths his hands down your shaking thighs before he gently lets them go. They fall to the bed as he brings one of his hands to caress your soft cheek and the other to rub soothing circles on your sensitive clit. Seungcheol keeps fucking his cum deeper into you, the aftershocks of your orgasm hum against his cock and trickle down his spine.
âFuck, I love how you always milk my cock like a hungry slut.â He licks his lips as another gush of slick pours out of you. âShit, baby. You like it that much?â
Seungcheol is gently rocking into you, murmuring sweet things against your cheek. Youâre panting gently as he fucks you through the remainder of your orgasm. His lips nipping the back of your ear as he snuggle deeper into you. His hips slowly come to a stop, and you can tell heâs trying to regain his own senses.
The air in the bedroom was thick with silence, save for the soft rustling of sheets and the slowing breaths they shared. Seungcheol stayed still, his arms wrapped tightly around you as if letting go would mean losing your for good.
You lay beneath him, your skin still flushed, heart still hammering from the high they had just come down from. He pressed his face into your shoulder, eyes shut tight.
There was a long pause, before Seungcheol gently pulled out of you, watching juices of his and yours drip out of your abuse pussy.
His eyes trailed back to yours, with a hoarse voice, he whispered, âIâm sorry.â
You blinked, brow furrowing.
âI shouldnât have been so rough,â he continued, gently swiping the hair sticking on your forehead. His eyes were filled with regret and something even deeperâfear. âI⌠I let my emotions take over. And if you never want to see me again after this, I get it. I really do.â
You tilted your head. For a moment, you said nothing. Just stared at him. And thenâ
You reached up and grabbed his face between both palms, squishing his cheeks slightly, eyes narrowed.
âYah, Choi Seungcheol,â you muttered, exasperated but tender. âIf this were anyone else, I wouldâve kicked them out half-naked and blocked them before they could even say sorry.â
His eyes widened slightly, unsure of what you were sayingâuntil you smiled.
âBut itâs you.â
His brows knit tighter as your thumbs gently brushes over the apples of his cheeks. You always thought his cheeks were like mochi, so squishy, so delish.
âThe person I like⌠the one Iâve been falling for all this timeâŚâ you said softly, your voice almost trembling, âis you.â
Seungcheol stared at you, frozen.
âI was an idiot,â you continued, âfor thinking I could keep pretending it was just sex. That I could ignore how my heart races when you show up with my favourite snacks, or how I sleep better after hearing your voice, or how I always feel safest when Iâm with you.â
He still hadnât said anythingâbut you could feel the way his fingers curled tighter around your waist, how his breath caught in his throat.
âI was scared,â you admitted. âScared that if I told you, it would ruin everything. But after tonight⌠after what you saidâŚâ You pressed your forehead to his. âIâd rather risk everything than keep hurting you like this.â
A long silence passed between you both.
Then, finally, Seungcheol let out a shaky laugh, almost disbelieving. âYouâre serious?â
You nodded, playing with his hair.
His lips parted like he wanted to say something, but all he could do was pull you into a hug so tight it almost knocked the breath out of you. He buried his face in the crook of your neck again, and this time, his voice was full of relief.
âI thought I already lost you. I thought you were going to end things with me today⌠I- â he whispered.
âIdiot,â you whispered back, smiling as you wrap your hands around his board shoulders.
âIâve had a crush on you since university,â he confessed in a rush, like the words had been bursting at the seams for years. âI fell deeper after we started this thing but I kept telling myself Iâd take whatever you gave me, even if it was just your body, even if you never looked at me the way I looked at you.â
You tightened your hug around him and kiss his hair, taking in his comforting scent.
âBut now that I know you feel the sameâŚâ he pulled back and looked into your eyes, his gaze soft but intense, âIâm never letting you go again.â
You smiled as tears gathered in your eyes, and leaned up to kiss him againâthis time slowly, full of love, not lust. A promise, not a question.
And as your lips met again, everything between you finally made sense.
