SUMMARY: You and Heeseung are forced to share a single hotel room during a company trip. What starts as awkward tension and nervous apologies slowly turns into a long night of pent-up need.
CONTENTS: MDNI (18+) * forced proximity * one bed * shy to confident!heeseung * explicit smut * creampie *manhandling * light degradation *
PAIRING: coworker!heeseung x f!reader
Tag list: @kittywonwon @engene1009e @hoonieslove @630hee @heevnly
The company trip was already off to a chaotic start.
You had only been interning for three weeks, and somehow you ended up on the same mini business trip as Lee Heeseung — the quiet, slightly awkward guy from the design team who’d been with the company for a year.
Everyone said he was talented.
You mostly knew him as the guy who constantly avoided eye contact in the hallway and looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him whenever someone complimented his work.
The hotel lobby was crowded with your coworkers. Your manager looked stressed as she spoke to the receptionist, then turned to the group with an uncomfortable smile.
“So… there’s been a small issue with the bookings.”
You felt your stomach drop.
“Most rooms are fine, but we’re one short. Someone will have to share.”
Before you could volunteer to just sleep in the lobby, your manager pointed between you and Heeseung.
“You two are the newest and the… least senior. You’ll share. It’s only two nights.”
Heeseung’s ears turned red instantly.
“I— uh… okay,” he said, voice quiet.
You forced a polite smile. “Yeah. It’s fine.”
It was not fine.
The room was small.
One tiny bathroom.
A window with a half-broken curtain.
No couch.
Not even a proper chair — just a small desk.
And...
One bed
Just one large mattress sitting proudly in the middle of the room as if mocking both of you. The silence somehow became even louder. Heeseung stood near the door holding his bag like it was a shield, staring at the bed like it had personally offended him.
“I can take the floor,” he said quickly.
You looked at the thin carpet. “You’ll destroy your back.”
“I’ve slept worse places.”
“Heeseung. Just… we’ll figure it out.”
He nodded, still not looking at you properly. You noticed the way he kept adjusting his hoodie sleeves, clearly nervous. It was kind of endearing… and a little funny.
You both took turns changing in the bathroom. When he came out wearing gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt, you pretended to be very interested in your phone so you wouldn’t stare.
The silence was painful.
“Do you… want to watch something?” he asked after a while, voice soft.
There was something strangely endearing about how nervous he looked asking such a simple question.
You smiled.
"Sure."
That single word somehow made both of you relax.
You ended up sitting on opposite sides of the bed with a random variety show playing on the hotel TV. Every time one of you shifted, the mattress dipped and your shoulders almost touched.
At some point he laughed at a joke on the screen — a real, quiet laugh — and you turned to look at him. He caught you staring and immediately looked away, ears pink again.
“Sorry,” he muttered.
“For laughing?”
“For… this whole situation. You shouldn’t have to share with me.”
You shrugged. “Could be worse. At least you don’t snore. Or do you?”
He let out a small, embarrassed huff. “I don’t think so.”
“We’ll find out tonight then.”
That pulled a tiny smile out of him.
Later that night, after the tv had been switched off and the room had fallen into complete darkness, the awkwardness returned with a vengeance.
The only light came from the thin strip of moonlight slipping through the half-broken curtains, painting pale lines across the ceiling.
You lay on the far edge of the bed, hands folded over your stomach, staring blankly upward.
Across from you, Heeseung occupied the opposite edge with almost military precision, as though he was afraid even an inch of movement might accidentally invade your space.
Between you stretched a careful gap—small enough that it shouldn't have mattered, yet it felt impossibly wide.
Like an invisible wall neither of you dared cross.
The silence settled around the room, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner and the distant sounds of traffic somewhere outside the hotel.
You became painfully aware of everything.
The softness of the mattress beneath you.
The rustle of the blankets whenever either of you shifted.
Your own heartbeat.
And...His breathing.
Slow.
Close enough that you could hear every quiet inhale and exhale in the darkness.
You squeezed your eyes shut.
This was ridiculous.
It was just a bed.
Just two coworkers sharing a room because of a booking mistake.
Nothing more.
So why did it feel impossible to relax?
Minutes slipped by.
Just when you thought he had finally fallen asleep, his voice drifted through the darkness.
"So..."
He hesitated.
A small smile tugged at your lips.
"...are you still awake?"
"Yeah."
A quiet breath escaped him.
"...Me too."
Silence returned.
Like both of you were waiting for the other to say something first.
Eventually, Heeseung spoke again, his voice barely louder than a whisper.
"I haven't..."
He stopped, searching for the right words.
"...shared a bed with anyone in almost a year."
Another pause.
"Not since..."
He paused, as if debating whether he should keep going.
"My ex and I broke up last year."
The words came quietly, matter-of-fact, without any bitterness behind them.
"After that... I guess I just buried myself in work."
He gave a small, almost embarrassed laugh that barely reached your ears.
"It was easier you know."
Another pause.
"I spent most nights at the office, or I was too exhausted to think about anything once I got home."
He shifted slightly beneath the blanket.
"So... it's been a while since I've shared a bed with someone."
His voice softened even more.
"Even this feels... weird."
You turned your head slightly, only able to make out the faint outline of his shoulder in the darkness.
You could've asked what happened? Why they broke up?
But instead, you smiled to yourself.
"It's okay," you murmured softly.
"We don't have to make this any less weird."
A tiny laugh escaped him.
Neither of you moved after that.
Yet sleep stubbornly refused to come.
At one point you rolled slightly onto your side, only for your arm to brush lightly against his beneath the blanket.
It was barely a touch.
Just enough to feel the warmth of his skin for a split second.
You both froze.
Neither of you breathed.
Then, almost in perfect synchronization, you pulled away.
"...Sorry," he whispered immediately.
You couldn't help smiling into your pillow.
A few more minutes passed.
This time, his foot accidentally bumped yours beneath the blanket.
The reaction was almost comical.
He jerked back so quickly that the entire mattress bounced beneath both of you.
"Oh my—"
Another frantic whisper.
"Sorry."
You pressed your lips together, desperately trying not to laugh.
The image of him panicking over the tiniest accidental touch was somehow... unbelievably endearing.
"You apologize too much," you mumbled.
A soft, embarrassed groan escaped him.
"...I know."
The corners of your mouth lifted despite yourself.
For the first time since entering the room, the knot of tension in your chest loosened just a little.
As sleep slowly began to creep in, one final thought crossed your mind.
This was going to be a very, very long two nights.
￣￣￣￣
The next morning was somehow even more awkward.
You woke up to find Heeseung already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to you, hoodie on, scrolling through his phone. The second he noticed you moving, he stood up too fast and nearly tripped over his own slippers.
“Morning,” he said, voice rough from sleep.
“Morning.”
You both did the world’s most uncomfortable dance of taking turns in the tiny bathroom. At one point you opened the door just as he was coming out, and your chests almost bumped. He immediately stepped back, ears red, muttering “sorry” like it was his default setting.
During the work meetings that day, you sat across the conference table from him. Every time you looked up, he was either staring at his laptop a little too hard or quickly looking away. Once, when the manager asked him a question, he completely blanked for three full seconds because he’d been watching you twirl your pen.
Jake (who had somehow also ended up on this trip) noticed.
“You good, Hee?” he whispered.
Heeseung kicked him under the table.
By the time the workday finally came to an end, exhaustion had settled over everyone.
The elevator ride back to the hotel was quieter than the morning, the two of you once again standing side by side without saying much.
Somehow...
The silence didn't feel nearly as uncomfortable anymore.
When you reached your room, neither of you had the energy to go back downstairs for dinner.
"Room service?" you suggested.
Heeseung looked relieved.
"...Please."
Sitting on the bed with takeout containers between you felt weirdly domestic. Heeseung kept accidentally brushing your hand when reaching for the sauce, then apologizing every single time.
“You don’t have to keep saying sorry,” you said eventually, amused.
He paused, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. “…Habit.”
After dinner, the variety show was back on. This time you both sat closer. The invisible wall from last night had shrunk. At some point his knee bumped yours and he didn’t pull away as fast.
The lights went off around midnight.
You lay there in the dark again, staring at the ceiling. The gap between you was smaller now.
After a long silence, Heeseung spoke.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Yeah.”
“Does this feel as weird for you as it does for me?”
You turned your head on the pillow. You could barely see his profile. “Yeah. It does.”
He let out a quiet breath.
A few minutes later, you felt the mattress shift. His fingers brushed yours under the blanket — light, testing. When you didn’t pull away, he slowly linked his pinky with yours.
It was such a small, nervous gesture that you almost smiled.
Then his voice came again, softer than before.
“If I move closer… will you tell me to stop?”
Your heart was beating too fast. “No.”
He shifted until his chest was against your back, still leaving a careful bit of space. His breath warmed the back of your neck. One of his arms hovered awkwardly before he finally rested it around your waist, like he was afraid you’d disappear.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah.”
You could feel how tense he was. His body was warm, and every time he breathed, his chest pressed lightly against you. After a while, his hand spread out on your stomach, fingers flexing once like he wanted to touch more but didn’t dare.
“I haven’t… done anything in a long time,” he admitted against your hair. “I might be bad at this.”
That pulled a small laugh out of you. “You’re overthinking.”
“I know.”
His nose brushed the back of your neck. His hand slowly moved higher, stopping just under your shirt. When you didn’t stop him, his fingers slipped under the fabric and rested against bare skin.
He exhaled like it hurt.
“Tell me if you want me to move away.”
You answered by pressing back against him.
That was all it took.
Heeseung’s hand slid higher, cupping your breast over your bra, still hesitant. His hips shifted, and you felt him half-hard against your ass. He made a low, embarrassed sound.
“Sorry—”
“Stop apologizing,” you whispered.
He went still for a second. Then his hand grew bolder, thumb brushing over your nipple through the fabric. His mouth pressed against the side of your neck, not quite kissing, just breathing there.
“Can I…?” he asked, voice rough.
“Yeah.”
He finally kissed your neck properly — soft at first, then deeper. His hand slipped inside your bra, warm palm covering you, and he groaned quietly when he felt how your body reacted.
He rolled you onto your back and hovered over you, hair falling into his eyes. Even in the dark you could see how flushed he was.
“I’ve been thinking about this since last night,” he confessed. “Is that weird?”
“A little.” You laughed teasing him.
He huffed a small laugh, then leaned down and kissed you.
It was clumsy at first — too careful — until you bit his lower lip. Something in him clicked. The kiss turned hungrier. His body settled between your legs, and you felt how hard he’d gotten. When you rolled your hips up against him, he broke the kiss with a shaky breath.
“Fuck…”
His hand slid down your stomach and into your shorts. The second his fingers touched you, he froze.
“You’re already wet.”
You turned your face away, embarrassed, but he gently turned it back.
“Don’t hide.” His voice was lower now, more sure. “I’ve been hard since you pressed back against me. We’re even.”
Two of his fingers slipped inside you slowly, like he was relearning the motion after a long time. He watched your face the whole time, eyes dark.
“Does that feel good?”
You nodded, biting your lip.
He curled his fingers and you arched. A quiet, surprised sound left him — almost like he couldn’t believe he was actually touching you. He kept going, slow and focused, thumb brushing your clit while his fingers moved.
“I forgot how this feels,” he murmured. “How warm… how tight.”
The words, combined with the way he was looking at you, made the tension snap tighter. You reached down and rubbed him through his sweatpants. He dropped his forehead to your shoulder with a broken noise.
“Wait— if you do that I won’t last.”
“Then take these off.”
He hesitated only a second before pushing his sweatpants and boxers down. You wrapped your hand around him and stroked once. He was thicker than you expected, and already leaking.
Heeseung kissed you again, messier this time, while his fingers kept working you open. The room was quiet except for your breathing and the wet sound of his hand between your legs.
When he finally pulled his fingers out and rubbed the head of his cock against you, he paused.
“You sure?”
“Heeseung. Yes.”
He pushed in slowly — so slowly it was almost teasing — until he was fully inside. Both of you stayed still, breathing hard. His arms were shaking slightly where he held himself up.
“Okay?” he asked, voice strained.
“Move.” You answered desperately.
He did. Careful thrusts at first, like he was still afraid of doing it wrong. But every time you moaned or dug your nails into his back, his rhythm grew more confident. The shyness was burning away with every snap of his hips.
“You feel… really good,” he panted against your mouth. “Too good. I won’t last if you keep squeezing like that.”
You clenched around him on purpose. He cursed and fucked into you harder, the bed starting to creak. One of his hands pinned your wrist above your head — the first real show of dominance — while the other gripped your thigh.
The nervous guy from this morning was gone.
Heeseung was fully present now, eyes locked on yours, chasing both of your releases like he’d been starving for a year.
His thrusts got shorter, more desperate, and a broken sound left his throat as he buried himself deep and came. His whole body trembled above you, forehead pressed to your shoulder while he spilled inside you with quiet, shaky groans.
For a few seconds he just stayed there, breathing hard.
“…Shit,” he whispered, clearly embarrassed. “I told you it’s been a long time.”
You ran your fingers through his hair. “It’s fine.”
He slowly pulled out and rolled onto his side, still catching his breath. You could feel the mess between your legs. Your own body was still wound tight — close, but nowhere near finished. You never came easily, and tonight was no different.
Heeseung noticed almost immediately.
He propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at you, eyes still dark. “You didn’t…?”
You shook your head.
A determined expression settled on his face. “Come here.” He pulled you closer and kissed you slowly while his hand slid back between your legs. He was soft, but his fingers were steady as he rubbed gentle circles over your clit, spreading the mess he’d left inside you. You arched into his hand, frustrated and needy.
“Tell me what you need,” he murmured against your lips.
“Harder… just don’t stop.”
He listened. His fingers worked you with more pressure, slipping inside every few strokes to curl against that spot that made your thighs shake. You chased it, hips rolling against his hand, but the edge stayed just out of reach the way it always did.
After a few minutes Heeseung shifted. You felt him growing hard again against your hip — faster than either of you expected.
He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “Apparently my body didn’t get the memo that I already finished.”
You glanced down. He was fully hard again, the head already shiny.
Heeseung sat up, moved behind you, and gently pushed your shoulder until you were on your hands and knees. His palm ran down your spine, almost reverent.
“Is this okay?” he asked, voice low.
“Yeah.”
He lined himself up and pushed back inside slowly. The new angle made both of you groan. From behind he felt even deeper. His hands settled on your waist, gripping firmly as he started thrusting again — steadier this time, more controlled.
“I’ve got you,” he panted. “Just focus on feeling good. I’ll do the rest.”
One of his hands slid around to rub your clit in tight, consistent circles while he fucked you in long strokes. The dual sensation finally started building properly. You dropped to your forearms, moaning into the pillow as the pressure climbed higher than before.
“That’s it,” Heeseung encouraged, sounding more confident with every second. “You’re getting tighter… fuck, I can feel it.”
He kept the same relentless pace, not speeding up even when his own breathing got ragged again. Every time your legs started shaking he held you up, fingers never stopping their circles.
“Come on,” he whispered, almost pleading now. “Let go for me. I’ve got you.”
The orgasm hit you suddenly — sharp and overwhelming. Your arms gave out as you came hard around him, crying out into the mattress while your whole body clenched and trembled. Heeseung cursed and followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you a second time with a long, broken moan.
For a while the only sound in the room was both of you trying to catch your breath.
Heeseung carefully pulled out and collapsed beside you, immediately reaching over to brush your hair out of your face.
“You good?” he asked, still a little shy now that the heat was fading.
He gave a small, relieved smile and pulled the blanket over both of you. After a moment of hesitation he tugged you against his chest, tucking your head under his chin.
“…We’re never telling anyone about the room situation,” he mumbled.
You laughed weakly against his skin. “Agreed.”
His arms tightened around you.
Outside, the hallway stayed quiet. Inside the small hotel room, for the first time since check-in, the tension finally settled into something warm.
Let’s play “Casual” by Chappell Roan. How far can you sink for a guy who only sees you as a bed warmer? Somewhere between the silences, you start to wonder. If it’s just casual, why does it feel so real? And if it means nothing, why does it hurt so much?
content tags: angst, fuck buddies, heeseung is an asshole (his friends also), reader is a sucker for bare minimum, smoking, contains 2nd hand smoke too, mention of pregnancy, sad and kinda happy ending (if you squint), lots of crying and self sabotage. no part 2 :) warning: profanities, explicit content (smut) unprotected sex, pussy eating, mention of squirting, blowjob, shower sex. WC:12.3K
note: damn 233 followers already? thank you so much! here's some angsty heeseung fanfic for y'all
"Why are you so dumb for crawling back to that man? We all know you're just one of the girls he likes to bang."
The words hit, burning through your chest, Your fingers clenched around the edge of the table, nails digging into the cheap wood, the pressure grounding you as frustration bubbled in your throat.
You shouldn't care. You shouldn't. But fuck, it hurt.
Fuck Lee Heeseung. Fuck everything about him.
You knew his reputation. Everyone did. He was the guy people whispered about in dimly lit hallways, the one whose name was laced with envy and lust.
Lee Heeseung wasn't just wanted—he was craved. His sharp cheekbones, the way his thin upper lip curled when he smirked, the small face that somehow made his presence even more intimidating. And that slightly arched nose, just perfect enough to make your stomach twist when he looked down at you. He wasn't an academic genius, far from it, but intelligence was never his selling point. It was the way he carried himself, the lazy confidence, the quiet arrogance that made people flock to him like moths to a flame.
And you? You were just another moth.
But no—no, that wasn't true. You were different, weren't you? Heeseung doesn't fuck twice. That was his rule. One time, one night, then you were nothing but a name on his list, a passing memory in his beautifully wrecked life. Yet with you... it wasn't just once. He kept coming back, kept pulling you in with his heated stares, his late-night texts, the way he said your name like it meant something.
And maybe that's why you let yourself believe that you were special.
But were you? Or were you just another girl foolish enough to think she mattered?
Your breath hitched, throat tightening as the weight of it all pressed down on you. You were exhausted. Exhausted from convincing yourself that he was just "figuring things out." That he was complicated, not careless. That maybe, just maybe, he wanted you the way you wanted him.
But he didn't. He never did.
And you were done.
Fuck him. Fuck his stupid, perfect face!
You were going to leave. You are going to block him, ignore him, and dragged him out of your heart with bloodied hands if you had to. It was what you deserved.
Sike, bitch.
"Heeseung!" You screamed his name, fingers twisting into the sheets as he drove into you from behind, your body arching under the force of his thrusts.
"Fuck, you're always so tight," he groaned, voice wrecked, half-laughing like he knew exactly how weak you were for him.
His grip on your waist tightened, his hips snapping against yours with punishing speed. Every thrust sent a shockwave through your body, pleasure and frustration tangling, it was something that made you forget why you wanted to leave in the first place.
His hand slid up your back, rough fingers ghosting over your spine before settling around your throat.
He forced you down, pressing your chest into the mattress as he continued to drive into you, deeper, harder, making you feel every inch of him. Your breasts bounced with each movement, and then his other hand found your clit, rubbing slow, teasing circles that made your legs tremble beneath him.
"You're shaking already?"
You bit your lip, trying to hold back the moan threatening to escape, but then he tightened his grip on your throat just enough to make your head spin.
"Hee—fuck—" Your voice broke as the pressure coiled inside you.
"Come for me," he ordered, his breath hot against your ear.
And you did, hard. Your orgasm hit, your body clenching around him as pleasure crashed through you in dizzying waves.
Heeseung groaned, his pace faltering, and then he was spilling inside you, his hips jerking as he buried himself to the hilt. His lips found yours from behind, his tongue sliding against yours in a slow, claiming kiss, the kind that made your heart stutter even as you hated yourself for it.
The both of you collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavy, bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.
Heeseung didn't move immediately. Instead, he slid his fingers through your hair, tugging lightly as he kissed the back of your neck.
Your chest tightened.
Was it casual?
Your brain screamed yes.
But the way your heart fluttered said otherwise.
Fuck Lee Heeseung. Fuck him for making simple things feel intimate.
Fuck him for always making you stay at his place, for the way he hugged you from behind in the morning, lips warm against your neck as he whispered a sleepy "Good morning, baby." Like you were his. Like this was more than just a cycle of fucking and pretending it didn't mean anything.
And fuck him, most of all for never wearing a condom when it came to you.
Your legs shook as you sat on the edge of the bed, his cum dripping down your thigh. The room still smelled like sweat, sex, and Heeseung—faint cologne mixed with something distinctly him. Your chest rose and fell unevenly, fingers clutching the sheets as you glared at him.
"I told you not to cum inside me," you snapped.
Heeseung, fresh out of the shower, a towel slung low around his hips, only grinned as he reached for you, spreading your legs with ease. He looked down, watching the way your swollen cunt twitched, still messy from him.
"I always thought you weren't the type to let that happen," you muttered, frustration bubbling in your chest. "I heard you always wear a condom with other girls."
His smirk deepened. "Maybe you're not like other girls."
Your stomach twisted. You hated how easily his words got to you, how they made your heart stumble, made you want to believe you were different even when you knew better.
Before you could snap back, Heeseung licked his lips, then slowly, wiped the mess between your legs with a towel.
You sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation, the rough fabric making you flinch. "I told you to take a pill," he murmured, his voice half-amused, half-serious.
Your glare hardened. "Fuck you? You're the one who needs to adjust, bitch. If I get pregnant—"
He cut you off smoothly, not even blinking. "It won't be a problem." He looked at you, "I'm ready to be a father, babe."
Your whole body locked up. What?
Your breath hitched, your cheeks flushing as you raised your hand to slap his shoulder. He laughed, dodging easily, catching your wrist in his grip before kissing your knuckles.
"You're so cute when you get mad," he teased, leaning in, his lips barely brushing against yours.
Your heart stupidly skipped a beat. He kissed you again, as if this wasn't just another night of mistakes.
"I'll buy you Plan B tomorrow," he murmured against your lips.
You swallowed hard, fingers curling against his chest.
Was it casual?
Fuck him for ghosting you after spending the whole weekend in his bed.
You stared at your phone, fingers tightening around the device like you could crush it, like that would somehow erase the ache in your chest. The message you sent two days ago still sat there, unread. Or maybe it was read, and he just didn't care enough to reply.
And screw you—screw you for being so fucking stupid. For always checking your notifications like some pathetic, desperate girl waiting for scraps of attention. For letting your heart lurch every time your phone vibrated, only to sink when it wasn't him.
"Just get over him already," your friend sighed, sipping her iced coffee as she leaned back against the café booth. "He's not worth it."
How could you?
How could you just get over the way he kissed your forehead in the middle of the night, the way he pulled you closer in his sleep, like he needed you there? How could you forget his sweet smile, his stupid Bambi eyes, the way he looked at you like you were something special only to turn around and act like you didn't exist?
And screw you—screw you for being a fucking loser.
And that's why you were here, drowning in cheap alcohol, trying to forget him.
"God, I really need a drink." You muttered, rubbing your temple as the bass of the club pulsed through your skull.
Your friend side-eyed you, unimpressed. "It's fucking Wednesday, babe. Middle of the week. Calm your ass down."
You ignored her, slamming back another shot.
"Fuck Lee Heeseung!" you suddenly shouted, voice slurred, drawing a few stares from nearby tables.
Legs swaying, balance unsteady, you barely noticed when someone grabbed your waist, steadying you before you could fall flat on your face.
A familiar grip. A familiar presence.
Your blurry vision focused just enough to make out the sharp jawline, the messy dark hair, the annoyingly pretty face you spent too much time thinking about.
"Ohhh, it's you—Lee Heeseung!" You pointed at him, laughing. "What ya doin' here?"
His jaw ticked, eyes dark as they scanned over you, your messy hair, smudged lipstick, a dress that rode up dangerously high on your thighs.
"I'm here to pick your drunk ass up." His voice was flat and irritated, but his hold on you was steady. He slid your arm over his shoulder, gripping your waist tighter as he started leading you toward the exit.
You let him, but only because walking felt impossible. Then, with a giggle, you leaned in, breath warm against his skin. "Ohhh, was it casual for you to pick me up at 3 AM because I'm sooo drunk?"
Your voice was teasing, but underneath it, it hurt.
His jaw clenched, his grip tightening around your waist for a brief second before loosening again.
"Shut up." His voice was quieter now. "Let's go."
"No!" You ripped your arm from his grasp, stumbling back, your vision spinning.
"Why are you always like this, Heeseung?" Your voice cracked, but you didn't care. You jabbed a finger into his chest. "You fuck me on the weekends, make me feel like I actually matter, and then act like I don't exist after? You cuddle me, you kiss me, you hold me like—like I mean something! And then suddenly, you're back to being a complete dick?!"
You let out a bitter laugh, raising both middle fingers at him. "Fuck you! You couldn't even text me. Couldn't even take me out on a proper fucking date. What am I to you, huh?"
Heeseung exhaled through his nose, shaking his head with a scoff.
"Is that the reason you got yourself wasted here?" His voice dripped with condescension, his lips curling in amusement like this was all some fucking joke to him. "Because I didn't text you? That's pathetic."
His words stung more than they should have. Your nails dug into your palms.
"Why do you even care about how I act?" he continued, "We're not even together, so you don't get to tell me what to do or what not to do."
You stared at him, breath shaky, chest tight. "Not together." The words felt like poison in your mouth. "Right. That's your excuse for treating me like shit, huh?"
His eyes flickered but his face remained impassive, like he wasn't affected at all.
"I never made you any promises. You're not getting attached, are you? I just want to fuck you." he said simply, and somehow, that hurt the most.
Your throat burned. Fucking bastard.
"Right," you whispered, voice trembling with a mix of anger and heartbreak. Your nails dug into your palms so hard it hurt. "So I guess I was just some easy fuck to you, then?"
His expression didn't change, not even a flicker of guilt. His gaze swept over you lazily, bored, like he was already done with this conversation.
You could feel your resolve crumbling.
You wanted to slap him, to scream in his face, to put a fucking ax in his head for being such a heartless asshole, but you never did.
"You know what, Heeseung?" You took a step back, blinking away the sting in your eyes. "I actually thought—fuck, I actually thought you gave a shit about me." You let out a breathless chuckle, shaking your head. "But you don't, do you? You never did."
"God, I was so fucking stupid." You wiped at your face angrily. "Waiting for you to text me back like an idiot, hoping that maybe—maybe this time, it meant something." Your voice wavered, but you kept going. "But nah, right? It's just sex. Just another girl warming your bed. Just another weekend before you move on to the next."
"Fucking say something, Heeseung!" you snapped, stepping closer, shoving his chest. He didn't even budge. He just looked down at you, dark eyes blank.
And then he spoke. "What do you want me to say?" His voice was low. "You knew what this was. I never lied to you. Whatever what's happening between us, it's just casual fuck."
Your stomach twisted. Right, casual.
"Fuck you." Your voice cracked.
You turned your back on him, forcing yourself to walk away, each step heavier than the last.
And the worst part was he didn't even follow you.
No "wait." No "don't go." No "I'm sorry."
Just silence.
The street felt too empty, the cold night air biting at your skin, but nothing compared to the hollowness settling deep in your chest. You had thought, no, you had hoped—that maybe Heeseung saw you as more.
But he didn't, because Heeseung wasn't the kind of guy to need anyone. Not the way you needed him.
And you were done.
You were going to free yourself from this. No more late-night texts that made your stomach flip. No more rearranging your plans just to see him. No more pretending that his touches meant something when, in reality, they meant nothing.
You weren't going to be his puppy, following him around, saying yes to every last-minute "come over" text like some desperate loser.
You were leaving.
Right.
...
So why was it so fucking hard?
Why, after days of stubborn silence, after forcing yourself not to check your phone, were you back here again?
Why were you in his fucking passenger seat, his fingers buried inside you, his mouth pressed between your thighs, making you fall apart like the past week never even happened?
And why did it still feel so fucking good?
You hated this, you hated him and you hated yourself more.
"That's it, baby. Moan for me." Heeseung groaned against your soaked folds, his voice were dripping with hunger. His hands were everywhere, one gripping your thigh, keeping you spread open, the other palming your breast, his thumb lazily flicking over your nipple.
It felt so good, so maddeningly good, and that made you want to fucking cry.
"More—please, please." Your voice came out breathless, a plea wrapped in desperation.
Heeseung let out a low groan against your cunt, the vibration sending another shudder down your spine. "Can't get enough of you," he muttered, voice wrecked, and needy but you knew better than to believe it.
Because Heeseung never needed anyone.
He sucked your clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue in slow, teasing strokes before dragging it down, tracing messy patterns over your entrance.
Then his fingers. His hand slid down, tracing along your slit before thrusting inside suddenly, stretching you open, curling perfectly to hit that spot that made your legs tremble.
"Fuck—Heeseung!" You gasped, hips bucking, your back arching off the seat.
He was too good at this, too good at knowing your body, too good at making you fall apart, too good at breaking you down piece by piece until you forgot why you were mad, why you ever wanted to leave.
Your hands tangled in his hair, your fingers twisting at the roots as your legs shook. Heeseung groaned at the sting of your pull, pushing his fingers deeper, his tongue working faster, dragging you closer to the edge.
"Heeseung," you whined, voice high, breathless. "Getting close—please—"
And this was why you kept coming back. Because he knew you. Knew your body. Knew exactly how to ruin you.
Because the way he touched you, the way he kissed you, the way he fucked you—it felt too real.
Heeseung was right. He never made you any promises, never gave you any reason to believe this was something more than sex.
You were just a dumb, stupid girl who kept misreading his actions. Who kept thinking she was special. But you weren't.
And yet, despite knowing all of that, despite the anger twisting in your chest, your fucking heart fluttered when he pulled himself up, his lips crashing into yours while his fingers still worked inside you. And you hated it.
Hated how he kissed you so slow.
Hated how he moved his fingers just right, drawing out every last wave of pleasure, dragging out your orgasm until you were crying against his mouth.
Hated how he made it feel intimate—
And hated yourself the most. Because no matter how much it hurt, no matter how many times he ghosted you, ignored you, acted like you were nothing.
You knew you'd still come back.
Like a fucking idiot.
And you really were stupid. Because after everything, after the nights he spent inside you, after the way he kissed you, Heeseung was still the same.
Still cocky. Still stupidly attractive as he leaned against the lockers in the university hallway, a lazy smirk on his lips, talking to some girl. Did it shock you? No. Did it hurt? Absolutely.
The lump in your throat grew heavier. You forced yourself to walk past him, shoulders stiff, steps quick—like he was nothing to you. Like last night, when he had you moaning his name in his passenger seat, never happened.
But he didn't even look at you, didn't glance up, didn't acknowledge you.
Your hands curled into fists, nails digging into your palms as you swallowed the sting.
Because that's what you were, right? Nothing.
Not his girlfriend. Not someone he cared about. Just another name on his list, another girl who meant nothing the second he zipped up his jeans.
And yet, you still hated the way your stomach twisted when the girl he was talking to giggled, leaning in closer. Hated the way he smirked, tilting his head like he was already picturing her naked. The same way he did to you.
Your chest ached.
You felt the bed shift, the mattress sinking under his weight. Then, warm hands—his hands—sliding over your waist, fingers pressing against your bare skin.
Soft lips ghosted along your neck.
"Who the fuck let you in?" Your voice was flat, uninterested, even as your grip on your phone tightened. You didn't turn to face him.
"Natty."
You scoffed. "Ha. I doubt it."
"Swear on my life, baby." Heeseung's voice was low, teasing, the way it always was when he wanted something.
You laughed, sarcastic.
"Missed you," he whined, arms tightening around you, his tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive skin just below your ear. That spot he knew drove you crazy.
"What happened to the girl you were talking to yesterday?" you asked, voice dripping in bitterness. "Couldn't get into her pants?"
Heeseung laughed, his hands slipped under your shirt, palms gliding up your stomach, his breath hitching when he realized—
"Fuck, no bra?" He cursed under his breath, squeezing your breast, his thumb rolling over your nipple.
Your body arch, you hated it, but still reacted.
"Nah," he continued, his lips tracing the shell of your ear. "Just... nothing compared to you."
You almost wanted to choke him, but instead, you swallowed the frustration bubbling in your chest and forced your voice to stay steady.
"Your sister told me you should come home this weekend." You changed the topic, ignoring his fingers still lazily squeezing your chest.
Heeseung huffed a quiet laugh against your neck, completely unfazed.
"Huh? You guys always talk." He sounded amused, like this was cute to him.
You rolled your eyes. "Because you're not replying to their messages. Your mom worries about you."
His hands didn't stop. Of course, they didn't, he was still kneading, still playing with you, his thumbs rolling slow, lazy circles over your nipples as if you weren't trying to have a serious conversation.
He hummed in response, shifting slightly to lie back against your bed, tugging you against his chest.
"Hmm, okay." He finally said, completely casual.
You swallowed, your heart thudding stupidly at the way he pulled you in, the way he tucked you against him.
"Want to come with me?"
Your breath hitched. You turned your head slightly, just enough to see him over your shoulder. A small smirk tugging at his lips as if he was already expecting your reaction.
Wide eyes, stupidly hopeful heart. Fucking idiot.
"Why?"
Heeseung's fingers trailed down your stomach, dipping just under the waistband of your shorts, making your breath hitch.
"What do you mean why?" he murmured, lips brushing against your shoulder. "Wouldn't it be fun?"
You clenched your jaw, fingers curling into the bedsheets.
"Right," you muttered, looking away. "Just fun."
And of course, you still said yes. Because who wouldn't want an instant vacation?
At least, that's what you told yourself. That this was just a trip. Just an escape. Not another excuse to be near Heeseung. Not another way to keep fooling yourself.
So you ignored the nagging in your chest, ignored the way he carried your bag.
Ignored how fucking easy it was to slip into the illusion of being his as both of you stepped into the small, cozy house.
The moment the door swung open, a woman who looked exactly like him rushed forward, eyes bright, a tearful smile on her face.
"I missed you, my boy!" She practically tackled Heeseung, wrapping her arms around him so tightly that even he seemed a little surprised.
He scoffed but hugged her back, his usual lazy smirk softening just a little. "Ma, I told you I was gonna visit soon. Tell Haneul to stop bothering us."
You blinked, shifting awkwardly as the woman, his mother, finally pulled back, wiping at the corner of her eyes before her gaze fell on you.
And before you could react, she hugged you, too.
Your whole body stiffened. What the fuck.
"You must be the girl Haneul keeps talking about," she said warmly, stepping back just enough to study your face. "Is Heeseung treating you right?"
Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. You had no idea how to respond to that.
Your eyes flickered to Heeseung, who had already dropped both of your bags onto the couch, watching you with a raised brow, completely unbothered.
You swallowed, forcing out a tight, awkward laugh. "We're not actually together, madam." You admitted, your voice stiff, uncertain.
His mother blinked, the warmth in her eyes faltering just slightly. "Oh."
You could feel Heeseung's eyes on you, but you didn't dare look at him. Your fingers twisted in the hem of your shirt, heart hammering in your chest.
And then, his mother smiled. Soft. Knowing. "I see."
You spent your days with his family wearing a smile, pretending it didn't hurt to exist in this space that wasn't really yours.
His sister, Haneul, was a breath of fresh air—constantly chattering about life, relationships, and the latest dramas, seamlessly pulling you into conversations that felt easy. She told you how glad she was that you were here, that someone like you was easy to talk to, unlike her emotionally constipated brother.
"Heeseung doesn't get it," she had said with a playful eye roll, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. "I swear, he's impossible to talk to sometimes. But you... I can tell you actually listen."
Her words made something warm stir in your chest.
His mother, on the other hand, couldn't stop talking about him—stories of him as a child, wild and reckless, stubborn and free.
"You should've seen him," she laughed, eyes twinkling with nostalgia. "Always climbing trees, always getting himself into trouble. One time, he fell and scraped up his entire knee, but do you think he cried? No. He just looked at me and said, 'It doesn't hurt, Ma,' even though his leg was bleeding like crazy."
His father chuckled, shaking his head. "Stupid boy still complains like hell when he stubs his toe, though."
You laughed along, your chest tightening as you glanced at Heeseung, waiting to see how he would react to their teasing. But he only sighed, shoving a spoonful of rice into his mouth.
Later, at the sea, you sat on the warm sand, toes buried in the grains, watching the waves crash against the shore, but your eyes weren't on the water. They were on him.
Heeseung was playing with his younger cousins, his laughter echoing through the salty air as he ran across the sand, chasing after them with an easy, boyish grin you had never seen before.
His usual cocky, indifferent mask was gone. No teasing smirks, no smug glances, no careless words designed to keep you at a distance.
You watched as he scooped up one of the kids, tossing them playfully over his shoulder while they shrieked in laughter. Heeseung's eyes crinkled at the corners, his shoulders shaking with amusement as he spun them around before dropping them gently back onto the sand.
He was so different.
This version of him—the one who smiled without arrogance, who laughed without restraint, who looked so effortlessly warm was a version you had never been allowed to see before.
Then, as if feeling your stare, his gaze flicked up to meet yours.
Your breath caught. His lips curled into a familiar smirk, the mask slipping back into place, and suddenly, he was walking toward you.
Your pulse spiked.
Oh, fuck no.
You scrambled to stand, to put distance between you before he could ruin you any further, but you had barely taken two steps when strong arms wrapped around your waist, yanking you off the ground.
"Heeseung!" you shrieked, kicking your feet as he lifted you effortlessly, his grip firm.
He laughed, breath warm against your ear. "Where do you think you're going, huh?"
Your stomach twisted. You should be mad—and you were—but the way he held you, the way he pressed his forehead against your temple as he spun you around, made some feeling of deep inside you crumble.
"Put me down, you asshole!" You squirmed, trying to sound pissed, trying to ignore the way your heart was slamming against your ribs.
But Heeseung only grinned, holding you tighter.
"Not a chance, baby."
As the days of your so-called vacation slipped by, you found yourself in Heeseung's bed, again, the soft glow of his bedside lamp casting shadows across his face.
Both of you lay tangled in the sheets, talking, laughing about nothing, about everything.
You stared at the ceiling, heart pounding a little too fast, stomach twisting a little too tight.
Was it casual for the both of you to stay up until 4 AM, talking shit about the people you hated, exchanging knowing glances as you made fun of your professors, the fake smiles of people you both barely tolerated?
Was it casual to hear him laugh—really laugh—not that cocky, arrogant chuckle, but softer?
Was it casual that he traced lazy patterns on your bare thigh while he talked?
One second, you were talking. The next, his lips were on yours.
What was supposed to be one last fuck before sleep turned into something more, something too much. The way he touched you was different tonight, his fingers coaxing sounds from you you didn't even recognize as your own. The way he fucked you was relentless, teasing, overwhelming, pushing you past your limits until you squirted until you were too tired to move, too weak to even change the sheets.
So you stayed there. In the mess of it all.
The damp sheets clinging to your skin, the scent of sex still lingering in the air, the weight of him pressed against you.
His arms draped lazily around your waist, pulling you close. His head resting on your chest, his breath warm, steady, as he slept so soundly—like he didn't just ruin you all over again. Like this wasn't killing you inside.
You lay there, wide awake, staring at the ceiling, feeling the way his fingers twitched in his sleep, the way his breathing hitched slightly before evening out again.
On the last day of your stay, the two of you sat at Heeseung's childhood hideout—a small, secluded clearing behind his house, nestled between overgrown trees and old memories he never talked about. The sky was dark, the moon barely peeking through the leaves, and the only sounds were the distant hum of cicadas and the soft crackle of burning cigarettes between your fingers.
Heeseung exhaled a slow stream of smoke, his head tilted back.
"I hate my father for always shouting," he muttered.
You watched the cigarette between your fingers, tapping off the ash, not saying anything. Just listening.
"My mother always tolerated him. Always crying, always forcing a smile, pretending he didn't just spit the ugliest words at her."
You nodded, silent, because what the hell were you supposed to say to that?
"She wasn't any better, though." He let out a humorless chuckle, rolling the cigarette between his fingers. "I love her, but I can't fucking stand how she talks about everything I should be doing. Like I'm still some little kid who needs to be told how to live my life."
You took a drag, the bitter taste settling heavy on your tongue.
"That's why I'm not fond of visiting this place."
You hummed, watching the way his fingers twitched slightly as he took another drag, like this conversation was pulling things out of him he wasn't used to sharing.
"Your sister misses you, y'know." You finally spoke, exhaling a cloud of smoke. "She told me she kinda hates you for leaving her alone."
That made him pause. His lips parted slightly, brows furrowing, before he shook his head with a laugh, blowing out another cloud. "God, I forgot you two are close."
You smiled faintly. "We always talk on the phone. She said she found me through some Facebook post where your arms were around me. She probably assumed we were friends and added me. Then the first thing she messaged me was, 'Tell your ugly-ass boyfriend to text me, or I'm disowning him.'"
Heeseung let out a real laugh at that, shaking his head. "She actually called me an ugly dick once."
"She's not wrong." You snickered, inhaling the last of your cigarette before pulling it away. "Shit, that fast?" You huffed, flicking away the short remains.
"Come try mine."
Before you could react, Heeseung took one last drag, then leaned in, his hand sliding to the back of your neck, fingers warm against your skin.
You froze as his face came closer, his lips parting slightly, and then he exhaled.
The smoke passed between you, warm and heady, sinking into your lungs as your lips hovered inches from his.
His nose bumped yours, eyes dark and lidded.
Your mouth opened, your lips brushing against his, and then he kissed you. Tilting his head, as he deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping against yours, tasting of smoke.
As you broke the kiss, your fingers ghosted over his, plucking the cigarette from his grasp. You kept your eyes locked on his, refusing to look away.
You took a slow drag, letting the smoke settle in your lungs before exhaling, the faint haze lingering between you.
"I love you, Heeseung."
The words left your mouth, and you don't miss the way his smile faltered.
"Not just love that wants to fuck." Your grip on the cigarette tightened. "I want to date you. Take me on a date. Buy me flowers. Be my boyfriend."
Heeseung just stared at you.
"Let's go back," he said with no hesitation, no acknowledgment, like you hadn't just laid your heart out in front of him.
He stood up, grabbing your hand as if nothing had happened, pulling you up without meeting your eyes.
"Heeseung, I love you." Your voice was firmer now, but he walked faster, avoiding it, avoiding you.
Your stomach twisted. Your fingers curled around his wrist, trying to stop him from running away.
"Heeseung, I said I love you." You said it louder this time, forcing him to hear it, forcing him to acknowledge the words that hung between you.
Heeseung let out a sharp exhale, pushing the house door open.
His parents looked up as you both entered, his mother smiling sweetly.
"Oh, I was just about to cook your favorite—" she started.
"I'm gonna go shower," he cut her off, already heading toward the stairs.
"Okay, come down after," his mother replied, still warm, still gentle, still unaware of the way her son was running from you.
You swallowed hard, forcing a smile at them before following him upstairs, your heart pounding against your ribs.
Heeseung entered his room without a word, shrugging off his jacket, then his shirt. You watched as he stripped without hesitation, his toned back flexing before he disappeared into the bathroom.
"Heeseung, say something." Your voice cracked.
He turned on the shower, stepping under the stream of water, not even looking at you as he finally spoke.
"I'm gonna take a bath. It's either you leave—" He finally turned, his dark eyes locking onto yours, "—or I'll be fucking you."
Your breath caught. There it was.
The only thing he could offer you.
Your fingers trembled at your sides. The ache in your chest was unbearable, clawing at your ribs, threatening to break you apart.
You should leave, you should. You should turn around, walk out, let this be the moment you finally let him go.
Your vision blurred. You felt the hot sting of tears slipping down your cheeks before you could stop them.
Fuck it.
Before you could think, before you could let the pain settle, you reached for the hem of your shirt, tearing it over your head. Then your shorts, your underwear—every piece of clothing stripped away, tossed carelessly onto the floor.
When you looked up, Heeseung was staring.
The steam from the shower curled around him, water sliding down his bare chest, dripping from his hair. His lips parted slightly, his eyes widening as he took in the sight of you.
You stepped forward, your skin meeting the warmth of the bathroom air, your bare feet silent against the tile. Heeseung didn't move, didn't pull away as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his.
His skin was hot, wet from the water, his breath shaky as your lips brushed against his.
Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers slipping into his damp hair as you tugged him down, your lips brushing over his, soft at first, then deeper, and needier.
Your toes curled against the cool tile, your body tilting, stretching to reach him, but he was too fucking tall.
He let out a quiet chuckle at your struggle, hands sliding down to your waist, gripping tight as he adjusted, leaning lower to meet you, kissing you back.
Your fingers dug into his shoulders as his tongue tangled with yours, deep and slow, tasting of heat. Your body burned as his hands roamed freely.
His fingers slid up, trailing to your breasts, squeezing, kneading, his thumbs brushing over your hardened nipples. You let out a soft moan into his mouth, arching against him.
Your hand slipped between your bodies, wrapping around his hardened cock, stroking him slowly.
Heeseung groaned, his grip on your breast tightening for a moment before his head dropped against your shoulder, breath heavy, unsteady.
"Fuck," he muttered, his voice wrecked, his hips twitching slightly into your touch.
Your lips curled, satisfied, pressing kisses along his jawline, teasing nips along his skin. You could feel his pulse hammering beneath your lips, the way his breathing hitched as you kissed your way lower, lower.
Until you were kneeling in front of him. Face to face with his cock, thick and throbbing, precum already dripping from the flushed tip.
His hand curled into your hair, you look at him with your eyes before slowly putting his tip on your mouth. Then, slowly, you parted your lips, letting the flushed tip press against your tongue before taking him into your mouth.
Heeseung groaned, his grip tightening, his hips giving a slight, involuntary jerk forward as you hollowed your cheeks and took him deeper. The warm water from the shower dripped over both of you, rivulets sliding down his abs, over the flex of his thighs.
Your tongue dragged along his shaft, tracing every ridge, every vein, before pressing flat against the underside as you swallowed him further. His breath came out in a shudder, his jaw clenched as he watched you—watched the way your lips stretched around him, the way you let him slide deeper, let him use your mouth the way he wanted.
His hips began to move, slow at first, then rougher.
"Fuck—" He sucked in a sharp breath, his voice wrecked as you took all of him, his cock hitting the back of your throat. You choked, eyes watering, but you didn’t pull away.
One of your hands slipped between your own legs, fingers pressing against your aching cunt, rubbing slow circles over your clit as you lost yourself in the mix of pain and pleasure.
Heeseung’s gaze flickered down, and the sight of you touching yourself while sucking his cock had his restraint snapping.
"Shit, you’re too good for me." His voice was nothing but a rough whisper, barely audible over the sound of the water hitting tile.
His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, forcing you to take all of him, tears spilling at the corners of your eyes. He stopped suddenly, backing away.
You gasped for air, lips swollen, throat raw. But before you could process the loss, he grabbed your wrist, yanking you to your feet.
Your back hit the cold, slippery wall as he spun you around, his chest pressing flush against you, trapping you there.
The heat between you was suffocating.
You moaned as his cock slid between your thighs, not inside you yet—just teasing, just rubbing against your slick folds, coating himself in your wetness. He moved slow, dragging himself along your entrance, letting you feel every inch before he pushed in.
You gasped, your nails scraping against the wet tile as he filled you completely, stretching you, stealing the air from your lungs. His hands gripped your waist tightly, holding you still as he buried himself inside you to the hilt.
"Fuck—" Heeseung panted against your shoulder, his breath hot, ragged, his body shuddering at the feeling of you wrapped around him.
He started slow—savoring it, dragging it out, rolling his hips in deep, deliberate strokes that had you clenching around him, your legs trembling.
His pace quickened, his thrusts growing harder, needier, the sound of skin against skin mixing with your ragged moans. Your knees buckled, your body going weak, but his arm wrapped around you before you could collapse, pulling you closer.
Then, without warning, he hooked one arm under your thigh, lifting your leg, changing the angle.
You cried out his name, your head falling back against his shoulder as he slammed into you deeper, hitting that spot that made your vision blur.
"You sound so good moaning my name—fuck—but keep quiet for me, baby, hmm?" Heeseung whispered against your ear.
You tried to muffle your moans, biting your lip so hard you nearly drew blood.
But when his hand slid up, fingers tweaking your nipple, and his other hand dipped lower to rub slow, cruel circles over your clit, you couldn’t hold back.
"C-close," you choked out, pressing your forehead against the wall, your body tightening around him. "Can I? Please, please—"
His fingers moved faster, his thrusts turning relentless, dragging you to the edge.
"Shh," he hushed, his free hand moving from your breast to cover your mouth, muffling the desperate sounds spilling from your lips.
Your orgasm ripped through you, your body trembling violently as pleasure crashed over you in waves, your walls fluttering around him as you came hard, legs shaking.
But Heeseung didn’t stop.
He spun you around effortlessly, lifting you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he slammed you against the wall, thrusting up into you with reckless abandon.
You were whimpering, your body too sensitive, but the way his cock hit all the right spots had you falling apart all over again.
"Fuck, take it," Heeseung groaned, his grip on your hips bruising.
You couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t do anything but feel.
Your hands slid into his wet hair, fingers tangling in the damp strands as you pushed it back, forcing yourself to look at him.
His eyes were squeezed shut, his jaw clenched, his lips parted as he moaned your name.
You leaned in, pressing your forehead against his, forcing his gaze onto you.
So close. So yours.
Then, with a sharp gasp, his hips stuttered, his cock twitching deep inside you.
And as your walls tightened around him once more, dragging him over the edge, his mouth met yours in a desperate, messy kiss, swallowing each other’s moans as he spilled inside you.
His grip on you tightened, his thrusts faltering, his body shuddering as he rode out his high.
You stayed close for a moment, foreheads pressed together, breathing heavily, your chests rising and falling in sync.
Heeseung let out a soft exhale before slowly lowering your feet to the ground, his hands slipping from your body.
You blinked up at him, searching for something, anything, in his face. But he was already turning away, reaching for the soap, brushing his hands over his own body as if nothing had just happened.
A pang of disappointment settled deep in your chest.
Your thighs trembled, his release still dripping out of you, and without thinking, you leaned into him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind, holding onto him so he wouldn’t slip away.
But he froze.
And then—slowly, carefully, he peeled your arms off of him.
Your throat tightened. Heeseung didn’t say anything, didn’t look at you. Instead, he grabbed the soap again, rubbing it between his palms before sliding his hands over your body, cleaning you.
You wanted to say something. Wanted to break through whatever invisible wall had gone up between you.
But the only sound was the running water, washing everything away.
That night, you sat beside Haneul at dinner, forcing a smile, forcing yourself to act normal even though everything inside you was crumbling.
Heeseung didn’t look at you. Instead, he shoveled rice into his mouth, nodding along as his parents talked.
You forced yourself to eat, each bite turning to sawdust in your mouth. Forced yourself to laugh at his father’s jokes. Forced yourself to swallow the bitterness burning in your throat.
And when it was time to leave, Haneul hugged you tightly, her shoulders shaking as she clung to you.
"I’m gonna miss you so much," she sniffled, pressing her face into your shoulder.
You hugged her back, blinking rapidly, trying not to cry too.
You felt so loved in this house—by everyone except the one person you wanted it from the most.
The train ride back was worse.
Heeseung sat beside you, but he never looked at you.
It was like you were nothing more than a stranger sitting next to him.
You swallowed the ache in your chest and slowly lifted your hand, brushing your fingers over his.
His eyes flickered down, annoyance flashing across his face as he pulled his hand away as if your touch burned him.
You felt your stomach drop, you turned your head, staring out the window, your fingers curling into your lap as you fought the stupid tears stinging the back of your eyes.
But at least you confessed, right? At least you let your feelings slip through the cracks. As long as Heeseung kept coming back to you, it had to mean something.
Right?
The following days were harder.
Because you were the one who kept coming back.
You were the one who kept bothering him, knocking on his door late at night, spreading your legs for him just so he would let you stay.
You were the one whispering soft "I love yous" against his skin, hoping and praying he’d say it back.
But he never did. And every time you tried to reach for him, tried to hold him, tried to kiss him just because, not just when he was fucking you—he would sigh, irritated, pulling away with that same tired look in his eyes.
"Go bother someone else."
But you still stayed. Because you told yourself that this was enough. That loving him, even like this, was enough. That if you gave him more time, if you loved him hard enough, he would eventually love you back.
But then again, why did it feel so awful?
So fucking awful knowing that he was only good to you when he wanted something?
So fucking awful when you reached for him, only to be pushed away?
So fucking awful when he sighed every time you whispered "I love you," like you had ruined the moment?
You kept crying at night.
At first, it was quiet—silent tears soaking into your pillow, muffled sobs that you convinced yourself were just temporary. But the more the days stretched on, the worse it got. The exhaustion, the emptiness, the way everything felt so fucking heavy.
You were barely sleeping, barely eating.
By the time you dragged yourself to class, you were nothing more than a walking corpse—a ghost of yourself, barely functioning, barely holding it together.
Julie and Natty tried to pull you out of it. They dragged you to cafés, talked about mindless things, gossiped about the latest drama, hoping it would distract you.
But nothing worked. Your mind was always somewhere else. On him.
And when that didn’t help, when you couldn’t sit still in a crowded café pretending you weren’t falling apart, you found yourself outside. Leaning against a streetlamp, standing in the corner of an alley, a cigarette dangling from your lips as you smoked, staring blankly at the city around you.
You had never been much of a smoker before, but now, it was routine. Now, it was something to do when you didn’t know what else to do.
Because Heeseung wasn’t in his dorm. Because Heeseung wasn’t texting you back.
You stared at your phone, debating whether or not to message him again—just one more time, just to see where he was, just to make sure he wasn’t with someone else.
But you already knew the answer. Sunghoon told you he had been partying. Of course, he was.
Drinking, dancing, probably fucking someone else, living his best fucking life while you were here, wasting away in your own misery.
You were miserable, weren’t you? Pathetic.
In love with a guy who never gave a shit about you, who only saw you as another body count—another name in his phone.
Fuck him.
"You need to get over this, babe," Julie said, dragging you into the mall, her fingers gripping your wrist like you might try to run.
"Stop acting like your whole life revolves around some asshole." Natty huffed, shoving a pile of clothes into your arms. "Try something new. Get a haircut. Get a piercing. Do something instead of moping around like this."
So you did.
You let them drag you from store to store, let them pick out outfits you barely looked at. You even sat through a piercing appointment, letting them stab metal into your skin—a new helix, a capital piercing, even one in your septum.
But none of it helped. Not really.
You still looked like someone who had stopped caring.
Your hair had grown wavier, messier, tangled from nights spent tossing and turning in a bed that still smelled like him. Your makeup was smudged from crying too much, sleeping too little.
And now—here you were. Sitting in a restroom stall, your fingers fumbling with another cigarette, the cold metal of your piercings pressing against your skin as you exhaled shakily, trying not to break down again.
But the tears came anyway. You curled over yourself, palm covering your face, inhaling deep, shaky breaths as the nicotine burned down your throat. Why him? Why did you let yourself get so lost in someone who only reached for you when it was convenient?
Why did you still miss him even now?
You squeezed your eyes shut, willing yourself to push the thoughts away—
"Okay, okay, I'll send you the links we need to order. Stop being stupid and listen to me! It’s a birthday party, okay? Not a damn Halloween—God."
Your head snapped up. A voice that is sharp and masculine. Wait—
Did you just walk into the men’s restroom?
"Agh, what the fuck, it reeks of cigarettes in here."
Your stomach dropped. You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to put out the cigarette as quickly as possible, waving away the lingering smoke. The last thing you needed was some random guy judging you for being an emotional wreck in the bathroom.
You waited, listening as you tap your foot at the ground silently.
When silence stretched, you assumed he was gone.
But the second you stepped out of the stall— You froze.
And so did he.
Standing at the sink, washing his hands, was a guy you had never seen before. His dark hair was down, strands still damp from the rain outside. His skin was pale, almost glowing under the fluorescent lights. His nose was sharp, lips plump and pink, his hooded eyes watching you with a mixture of confusion and amusement.
For a second, neither of you spoke.
Then, his gaze flickered to the restroom sign by the door. Then back to you.
He grabbed a napkin, drying his hands before picking up his phone, ending the call mid-conversation. "Are you a trans man?"
Your face burned. "No!" You blurted out quickly, biting your lip in embarrassment. "I—I’m sorry, I thought this was the female restroom, and—uh—sorry about the smell."
The guy in front of you let out a small, amused hum, his lips twitching, but he didn’t press further. Instead, he dug through his bag, fingers searching for something until he finally pulled out a small candy, offering it to you with an outstretched palm.
"Here. Eat this."
You blinked, staring at him.
"Not judging or anything," he continued, shrugging, "but cigarettes smell disgusting in your mouth. What if there’s an emergency and you need to kiss someone?"
A small, breathless laugh escaped your lips before you could stop it.
"There’s no someone," you muttered, taking the candy from his hand. The moment it touched your tongue, the sharp sweetness cut through the bitter taste of nicotine.
The guy tilted his head, watching you with a slight smirk before rummaging through his bag again. A second later, he held out a small travel-sized bottle.
"You need perfume?"
You frowned. "Do I smell that bad?"
"Hey, I’m just offering," he said, grinning.
You sighed but took it anyway, spraying a little on your wrist before rubbing it against your neck. The light, citrusy scent replaced the stale stench of smoke.
Both of you walked out of the restroom together, passing by an older man who had been about to step inside. The second he saw you, his eyes widened in horror, and he muttered something under his breath while making the sign of the cross.
"God forgive these teens," the old man whispered, shaking his head as he entered the restroom.
The guy beside you rolled his eyes. "Drama queen."
You laughed, and he turned his head slightly, studying your face.
"See you later," he muttered before walking away, but then he hesitated for just a second, throwing a look over his shoulder. "Oh, and don’t smoke."
Soon enough, you were right back where you always were.
In his dorm. In his bed. In his arms, like nothing had changed.
The second you saw Heeseung, you collapsed onto his bed, clinging to him, hugging him tight like you hadn’t been falling apart for the past few days.
"Where have you been?" you asked, burying your face into his chest.
You felt his body shift slightly as he looked down at you, eyes scanning your face.
"What happened to you?"
His gaze flickered to the piercings on your ears, your new septum, the slight dark circles beneath your eyes that no amount of concealer could fully hide.
Suddenly, you felt exposed. "O-oh," you stammered, reaching up to tug at your hair. "I got piercings… out of boredom. Do they look good?"
Then, Heeseung’s eyes dropped back to his phone, completely ignoring your question.
The air shifted. Your throat tightened, but you forced yourself to swallow it down. So, instead, you talked. Told him about the past few days, about nothing and everything, about all the things you wished he had cared enough to ask.
And just like always—it ended the same way.
Him, thrusting into you like he needed you to break.
Your nails, clawing at his back like you needed to hold on.
Your legs, wrapped around his waist like you were scared he would disappear if you let go.
Your body, begging for something your heart already knew you would never have.
"I love you," you whispered into his ear, voice trembling, breath shaky.
Heeseung’s movements slowed for half a second. You held onto that second like it meant something.
"You know it’s not just casual for me," you whispered again, pressing your lips to his shoulder, desperate for him to understand. "I feel it. I know you do too."
And then he slipped his hand away from your body. The loss of warmth was instant.
"Fuck, here we go again," Heeseung muttered under his breath, exhaling sharply.
You swallowed, suddenly cold, suddenly empty. "Did you really not feel anything?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper. "How do you keep coming back if it’s nothing?"
He ran a hand over his face, groaning in frustration.
"God, because your pussy is good!" His voice snapped, cruel, piercing straight through you. "You’re being so fucking clingy, it’s pathetic! I don’t want a fucking romantic relationship with you! I just want to fuck! How long are you gonna make me repeat that?!"
"What about the times we cuddle?" Your voice cracked. "The way you take care of me after? You even invited me to meet your family! Was that all just—casual? Just fucking?! How long are you going to deny this?!"
Heeseung’s eyes flashed. "Deny?!" He let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "Do you think any of that was special? I was just treating you with basic fucking human decency! Stop being so fucking delusional!"
The words hit harder than a slap. This was dumb love. This was pathetic love.
This was you, being fucking stupid.
Because even after all this, even after every horrible thing he had just said you still loved him.
And he still treated you the same.
"Fuck, I miss those days that you were feisty and wild, not this annoying bitch who cry about everything."
Your vision blurred. You barely felt yourself move as you ripped yourself from his bed, scrambling to collect your clothes, your hands shaking so violently you could barely pull your shirt over your head.
You just needed to leave. Needed to breathe.
By the time you reached the door, your entire body was numb.
The only sound was the sharp echo of your footsteps against the floor as you stormed out of his dorm, not daring to look back.
Sunghoon was in the kitchen when you passed, leaning against the counter, a drink in his hand. His head lifted slightly at the sight of you—disheveled, eyes red, breathing uneven.
You ran. Ran until your lungs burned, until the cold air stung your skin, until the only thing you could hear was the echo of your own footsteps against the empty streets.
And then you screamed loudly, kicking a nearby trash can with all your strength, watching as it toppled over, spilling its contents onto the pavement.
You wanted to rip yourself apart. Wanted to tear out the part of you that still loved him.
By the time you stumbled into a small convenience store, your body was trembling—anger, exhaustion, heartbreak—it all blurred into one.
You didn’t even look at the shelves. Your hands reached straight for the pack of cigarettes, slamming it onto the counter.
"Not getting anything else, ma’am?"
The voice made you freeze. Your gaze lifted, meeting a pair of soft, knowing eyes behind the register.
Oh.
The same guy from before. The one who had given you candy in the restroom.
Your eyes flickered to his name tag.
Sunoo.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.
You swallowed, your throat dry. "You told me not to smoke, but here I am buying." You forced a smile, but it felt fake, and hollow.
Sunoo didn’t look judgmental. He just tilted his head slightly, watching you.
"It’s okay." He shrugged. "It’s not healthy, but if that’s what you need to cope, then let yourself be. I just said that before because, well… I don’t think smoking is good for you."
You let out a small breath, setting the pack aside. "Well, what do you suggest?"
Sunoo hummed, tapping his chin in thought. "Maybe cutting your hair? Adding another piercing? Listening to music, crocheting, doing your makeup, reading books, watching movies—there’s a lot you could do instead."
You blinked. "You really think cutting my hair is gonna fix this mess?" You gestured vaguely at yourself.
"No," he said, grinning. "But it’s a start."
You laughed. It was small, and short. You reached for a pack of bubble gum instead, placing it on the counter. "I’ll take note of that. Just punch this in instead."
Sunoo smiled, ringing up your item. "I’m Sunoo, by the way. If you ever need someone to talk to, I can give you my number."
You hesitated. And then you pulled out your phone. Because God knows you needed it.
Turns out, Sunoo was one year younger than you—a sophomore at your university, but an irregular student, which explained why you had never crossed paths before.
And somehow, in the span of a few weeks, he became the one person you could be completely honest with. You told him everything. Everything about Heeseung.
How you loved him stupidly, blindly, recklessly. How he used you, broke you, ignored you but you still kept coming back.
Sunoo never judged. Never told you you were dumb for loving the wrong person. He just listened. And when you cried, he let you.
Sometimes, he would visit your dorm just to sit with you, listening as you let it all out.
You tried not to feel guilty about dumping all your burdens on him, but every time you apologized, he just waved you off.
"It’s fine," he said, "I’d rather listen than see you destroy yourself over someone who doesn’t deserve you."
And maybe that’s what finally pushed you forward. What finally gave you the courage to do what you should’ve done a long time ago.
You blocked Heeseung’s number.
At first, it made your chest feel tight, like you had just slammed a door shut on something that had been part of you for too long.
But as the days passed, the feeling of relief started to outweigh the ache.
You even made a bigger decision.
You moved. Packed up your things and transferred to a new dorm—closer to Sunoo, further from Heeseung.
When you told Natty, she cried, whining dramatically about how you were replacing her.
But deep down, she understood. She understood that if you stayed, if you kept yourself in the same routine, the same dorm, the same hallways that led you back to him, you’d never really escape.
So she helped you pack, helped you move, hugged you so tightly before you left, whispering, "You deserve better."
You changed. Not overnight. Not all at once.
But slowly, little by little, you found yourself again.
The clothes you used to think weren’t your style? You started to love them.
Sunoo helped you with your hair, trimming it, dyeing it a new color every week just because you could.
"New hair, new era," he declared, dragging you into the bathroom with a towel around your shoulders. "We’re bleaching this shit."
You let him. Because why the fuck not? It was just hair. It would grow back, just like you would.
You started going out more. Not to drown yourself in cigarettes or alcohol, not to forget, but to exist again.
You filled your days with movies, books, stupid little hobbies that made you feel something.
And little by little—you learned how to breathe again.
"Are you ready?"
"No."
"Too late, babe."
Sunoo laughed, gripping your hand as you sat in the piercing studio, white-knuckled and nervous as hell.
"I swear to God, if I pass out, you better not record me."
"Mmm… no promises." He smirked, already holding up his phone, camera locked on you.
You groaned, gripping his hand like you were giving birth as the piercer prepped the needle.
Your heart pounded. You had watched so many videos of girls fainting from navel piercings. It was supposed to hurt like hell, right?
"Okay, deep breath in," the piercer said.
You inhaled. And then you felt the pain, the sharp stabbing pain.
"FUCK, IT HURTS!" You screamed, throwing your head against Sunoo’s chest.
He cackled, arms wrapping around you dramatically, rocking you back and forth. "You’re doing amazing, sweetie."
His other hand? Filming. The needle went through. Your stomach tightened.
The world spun around you and just like that, you fainted.
When you woke up, the first thing you heard was Sunoo’s wheezing laughter.
"Dude." He was crying, clutching his stomach, shoving his phone in your face. "I got the whole thing. You looked like you died for a second."
You groaned, pushing him away, only to catch sight of your new silver barbell piercing your navel.
…Holy shit.
You sat up, poking at it carefully. "Fuck, that was traumatic," you muttered.
"But look at you now," Sunoo grinned, helping you stand. "A hot, bad bitch. I mean, you already were, but now you’ve got a belly ring to prove it."
You rolled your eyes. "This better not get infected, or I’m haunting your ass."
Sunoo winked, linking his arm through yours. "Worth it, babe."
People stared. Everywhere you and Sunoo went, heads turned.
And who could blame them?
Sunoo? A walking crayon, decked out in loud colors, funky sunglasses, and accessories layered on top of accessories.
And then there was you. A full-on emo resurrection—black on black on black, nails painted, piercings gleaming, boots stomping against the pavement.
The two of you together? You looked like complete opposites, but somehow, it worked. Sunoo owned the rainbow, and you owned the night.
"People are staring." You whispered as another group of girls side-eyed you both, whispering amongst themselves.
"Good." Sunoo grinned. "Let them stare. They wish they were us."
Healing cost a lot. Like, a lot. You hadn’t realized how expensive self-care actually was.
But fuck, it felt good. Manicures. Hair dye. Jewelry. Perfume. Clothes you never thought you’d wear.
You spent shamelessly, like you were trying to buy yourself back, piece by piece.
And maybe you were.
Because with every little change, every small act of putting yourself first, you started feeling lighter.
The wind tugged at your short bangs as you sat on the bench, silver headphones snug over your ears, blocking out the world.
Your fingers moved over your notebook, writing something important or maybe not important at all, but either way, it kept your hands busy. Kept your mind quiet.
"Holy shit."
The words were barely a whisper, but the sound of your name following after made your stomach drop. Your brow furrowed, fingers tensing against the page. With a sigh, you slid your headphones to the side, glancing up.
And that’s when you saw them.
Sunghoon. Jake. Some other guy you didn’t care about.
And behind them, standing slightly apart—
Heeseung.
Your throat went dry.
"Is that you?! Holy fuck." Sunghoon gasped, eyes wide, his gaze flickering over your appearance like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
You swallowed, feeling uncomfortably exposed under their stares.
"Long time no see," Jake chimed in, taking a seat beside you without invitation. "You’re not attending parties anymore."
"You look quite different," he added, voice slow, dragging his gaze over you—your ears, your nose, your shirt—lingering a little too long on the details.
"She became an emo, bro!" One of them laughed, the word emo rolling off their tongue like an insult.
"Yeah, but she looks totally hot." Jake grinned, elbowing Sunghoon with a chuckle.
You clenched your jaw. The way they were talking about you like you weren’t even here.
The way his eyes hadn’t left you since the moment you looked up.
You hadn’t looked at him once. But you felt him.
"You moved dorms."
You finally looked at him. And regretted it immediately. Heeseung stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, staring straight at you.
His gaze was intense, his jaw was tight, his eyes dark, scanning you in a way that made something deep in your chest twist. Fuck this.
You pulled your headphones back on, drowning him out as you started shoving your things into your bag.
"Man, she’s back to being feisty. Heeseung’s gonna like her again."
The words were casual, amused, careless, but they made your blood fucking boil. Like you were some challenge. Some toy for Heeseung to get bored of, then chase again once you pulled away.
Fuck them for thinking you’d ever let yourself go through that again. Your movements were quick as you snapped your notebook shut, yanking your bag over your shoulder.
You stood up. Didn’t look at them. Didn’t say anything. You just turned on your heel, ready to leave.
But before you could take a step, a hand wrapped around your wrist.
"Why the fuck did you move dorm? Why the fuck did you block me?"
His voice was tinged with anger and frustration.
You ripped your arm away, glaring at him like his touch had burned you. Heeseung felt his chest tighten at the way you looked at him.
"Our last conversation answered that." You huffed, slinging your bag over your shoulder, walking away without looking back.
But of course, he followed. Ignoring the way his friends laughed behind him.
"Playing hard to get." One of them snickered. You didn’t even hesitate—you turned, raised your middle finger, and kept walking.
Heeseung’s jaw tightened.
"Fuck, that alone made you switch dorms?" His voice was sharper now, almost accusing. "Where are you staying? Why didn’t you tell me?"
You snapped. "I don’t want any fucking contact with you anymore, Heeseung. Go to hell."
His steps faltered, eyes flickering across your face.
You had never talked to him like this before. Not when he ignored you. Not when he ghosted you. Not even when he broke you.
His fingers twitched. He moved faster, easily catching up, stepping in front of you, blocking your way.
"You told me you loved me, and now you’re acting like this?"
You scoffed. "And you have the fucking audacity to throw that in my face—when all you ever did was make me feel like shit?"
"Yeah, Heeseung. I loved you." You spat the words like they disgusted you. "I loved you—so fucking much. Even when you treated me like I was nothing. Even when you acted like I didn’t exist until you were hard and lonely."
His lips parted. But you weren’t done.
"But I’m done. I’m fucking tired of this casual bullshit. I’m tired of pretending like this didn’t fucking break me. I don’t want you, I don’t need you, so do us both a favor—leave me the fuck alone and go find some other pussy to bury your dick in."
The words hit Heeseung, knocking the breath from his lungs before he could even process them. But the sting of your voice was nothing compared to what you did next.
You spat at his face.
Not metaphorically. Literally.
The warm, wet impact landed just below his cheekbone, sliding down his jaw, and Heeseung stood there, frozen in place, feeling the slow, humiliating trickle of it. It should’ve pissed him off. He should’ve been angry, should’ve sneered at you, should’ve thrown some cruel words back in your face just to get the last hit in.
But he couldn’t.
Because you didn’t stay long enough to see him break. Didn’t look back to see the way his entire world fucking shifted.
Didn’t hesitate, didn’t falter, didn’t do any of the things he was used to. No regret, no second guessing, no lingering in the space between leaving and staying—just walking away.
That’s when he saw another man.
Heeseung watched, breath stuck in his throat, as the man approached you, slipping his arm around your waist with ease, like it was natural, like he had been doing it all along. Then, before Heeseung could even begin to comprehend what was happening, the man pulled you in and pressed his lips to yours. Right in front of him.
Heeseung’s stomach twisted into a tight, ugly knot. His vision blurred at the edges, not from tears, fuck that, but from something far worst. His hands clenched at his sides, nails pressing deep into his palms as he tried, really fucking tried, to convince himself that he didn’t care.
And what made it worse—what made his entire body fucking ache—was the way you let that man touch you, let him kiss you, let him hold you.
Like you weren’t thinking about Heeseung at all.
You looked happy.
Not forced. Not pretending. Not putting on some fake smile to get through the moment. Genuinely happy. Like you had been set free. Like the months you spent wrapped up in his sheets, tangled in his arms, breaking apart at his hands had been nothing more than a phase—a mistake you had already wiped clean from your memory.
Sunoo turned slightly, just enough for his gaze to land on Heeseung.
The look in his eyes wasn’t smug. It wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t the expression of a man who had stolen something from someone else.
Heeseung hated him for it.
His jaw clenched so tightly it hurt, but he forced his body to stay still, forced himself not to move, not to react, not to pull you away like he so desperately wanted to. He had no fucking right to do that. You had made your choice, and for the first time in his entire life, Heeseung was the one being left behind.
This wasn’t some game anymore.
This wasn’t like all the times before, when you would tell him you were done, but then come crawling back the second he called. This wasn’t like the fights in his dorm, when you would cry and yell and break your own fucking heart, only to kiss him breathless later that night.
This was real. You had actually left.
And the worst part was, you weren’t hurting.
You weren’t looking over your shoulder, weren’t hesitating at the door, weren’t giving him a single chance to fix this. You were just gone.
And Heeseung had never felt so fucking lost. He told himself it didn’t matter.
You were just another girl.
He could go out tomorrow, find someone new, wipe you from his body the same way he had done with every other girl before you. This was nothing. You were nothing.
Then why—
Why the fuck did his chest feel so tight?
Why did he feel like he had just been ripped open from the inside out?
He lifted a hand to wipe his face, expecting to feel the lingering wetness from where you had spit on him, but instead—he felt something else.
A single tear, slipping down his cheek.
He let out a quiet, bitter laugh, shaking his head at the memory—at all the things he told you, the rules he set, the lines he swore he’d never cross.
synopsis: you're moving into your college apartment when a handsome guy helps you with your heavy boxes on the stairs. He turns out to be Jay, your older neighbor — a lawyer who quickly becomes part of your new life. He listens to you ramble for hours but never offers much about himself, and you tell yourself it's fine, that everyone has boundaries. Being with him feels too right to question, so you let yourself fall anyway, completely lost in him and blind to what's right in front of you until it's too late.
includes: student!reader x lawyer!jay, age gap (not specified), neighbors to lovers (?), lots of domestic fluff mixed with rough sex, slow-burn buildup before the smut, explicit sexual content (mdni), big dick jay, size kink (emphasis on thickness, length, belly bulge, stretching, etc.), cockwarning, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, praise kink, multiple orgasms, spitting in mouth, overstimulation, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering, riding, missionary, spooning sex, car sex, doggy, spanking (punishment), manhandling, dirty talk, nipple play, soft dom!jay, brief mean dom jay, aftercare, pet names (princess & baby).
wc: 19.2k ─ a/n: ngl i'm so insecure about this... it took me forever to finish because i was running out of creativity and kept giving up, but i finally did it! really hope you guys like it anyways. i'd really appreciate any feedback! happy reading <33
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You have been waiting for this moment for months, even years. You are finally moving out. It is because of college, but still, it is a new beginning far from home — a brand-new chapter in your own space. A mix of excitement and nervousness settles in your chest, because living alone requires a lot of responsibility, and you are not sure if you are ready to handle it all.
For the past five minutes, you have been staring at the mountain of boxes crammed into the trunk and backseat of your car like a game of Tetris. You are wondering how you are going to carry so many boxes up to the third floor where your apartment is. With a deep breath, you finally grab one of the boxes, and immediately stagger under its weight.
"Maintenance. Sorry for the inconvenience" reads the sign taped to the elevator doors.
Drops of sweat form on your temples, down the back of your neck, and pool on your spine, making your shirt stick to your skin. Of course it would be hot as hell on the day of your move, and of course the elevator wouldn't be working — talk about lucky.
You take another deep breath, hug the box against your chest, and begin climbing the stairs slowly, careful not to lose your balance.
Your arms are trembling and your breathing is almost as heavy as the box by the time you finally reach the first floor, forcing you to set it down for a moment to rest. But just as you pick it up again, mentally preparing for the next flight of stairs, the sound of footsteps coming down from above catches you off guard.
A man is coming down the stairs. He’s tall, wearing a button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the prominent veins on his forearms. His jaw is sharp — probably sharper than any knife you’ve ever seen. He looks so put-together that you suddenly feel embarrassed by your sweaty face and disheveled state.
Seeing you, he stops immediately, his eyebrows furrowing with mild concern. "Whoa. Let me help you with that." His voice is low and smooth, the kind of voice that sends a shiver down your spine before you can stop it.
You blush, heat rising from your neck to your cheeks. "Oh, you don’t have to. I can manage—"
"I insist," he replies gently, waiting with his hands hovering, giving you the choice. You let him take the box, and the relief is immediate — your arms practically sing in gratitude. He lifts it as if it weighs nothing, cradling it against his chest with just one arm — the same box you were struggling to carry with both. "I’m Jay, by the way."
You quickly wipe the sweat from your forehead and try to fix your hair because you want to look at least a little presentable for the incredibly good-looking man helping you. "Thank you so much. I’m y/n. I’m moving in today, to apartment 3B."
Jay’s expression softens, and a warm smile spreads across his face. "3B? That’s interesting. I live right next door, in 3A." He nods toward the stairs. "Looks like we’re neighbors." He gestures ahead. "After you."
You both climb the remaining stairs together and your heart still pounding. You can’t tell if it’s from the physical effort earlier or from his company. Because of the nerves, the words start tumbling out before you can stop them.
"I’m starting college this week. I got accepted and everything, and I was so excited when I found this apartment. It’s the first time I’ve ever lived away from home, so I’m really thrilled… but also kind of terrified? Like, what if I get lost on campus? What if my classes are way harder than I expected? I brought way too much stuff, I’m kind of attached to my things, you know?" You let out a breathless laugh. "Sorry, I’m probably talking too much. I get really chatty when I’m nervous."
Jay glances at you as you walk, the box still balanced effortlessly in his arms. He doesn’t look annoyed — in fact, he seems amused, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You’re not talking too much. It’s a big change, but you’re doing great."
You bite your lower lip, watching him as you climb. There is something intriguing about him that sparks your curiosity. "And you? Are you a student too, or…?"
He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "No, I’ve already graduated. I work at a company downtown." He says it casually, offering no further details — which only makes you even more curious.
You reach the landing of the second floor and have to stop to catch your breath, while Jay doesn’t even seem slightly winded — it’s honestly impressive. "My parents helped me pack my bags, but they’re hours away now. It’s exciting, though. New city, new people. I just hope I don’t ruin everything."
"You won’t," Jay says gently. "Everyone feels like that at the beginning. The nervousness is normal. Besides, you seem like you have a good head on your shoulders. You’ll find your rhythm." He sets the box down carefully in front of your door. "Ready for another round?"
The words hit you like a spark. "Ready for another round." And before you can help it, your mind immediately drifts, imagining Jay on top of you, his strong body pressing you into the mattress, that same low voice murmuring the question against your neck while his hands pinned your wrists above your head. Heat flooded your face and settled lower in your belly.
You quickly shake your head, trying to push the thought away, desperately hoping your blush isn't too obvious. "Yes, let's do it."
He carries the rest of the boxes for you, going up and down the stairs multiple times. Meanwhile, you keep rambling nonstop about what you are studying, where you are from, and how you are feeling about this new phase of your life. He listens as if he genuinely cares, and even though you can’t quite place the age difference between you two, you feel surprisingly comfortable with him.
When the last box finally makes it through the door, you stand in the hallway with a grateful smile. "Thank you so much, Jay. Honestly. I don’t know what I would have done without you."
"Glad I could help. Moving is a big step. If you need anything else, I’m right next door." With that, he returns to his own apartment, leaving you surrounded by a sea of boxes that will clearly take hours to unpack.
A few days pass. You unpack — not everything, just the most important things. Your first classes are overwhelming. You get lost twice, accidentally walk into the wrong lecture hall, and sit through an entire lecture on quantum physics before realizing your mistake. But as embarrassing as it was, that mistake ended up leading you to a guy named Jake, who turned out to be incredibly nice and cute.
Now you are standing outside Jay’s door with a plate of cupcakes in your hands, ready to properly thank him for helping you with the move. The thing is, you can’t really bake; you tried making the cupcakes yourself but ended up burning the batch, so you had to go to the bakery on the corner to buy a box of them instead. They look a bit too professional, but since he doesn't know about your complete lack of kitchen skills, you're confident he won't suspect a thing — especially since you took them out of the box and arranged them nicely on a plate just to be extra safe.
You knock on his door, your heart pounding hard in your chest. He opens it a moment later, and his face lights up when he sees you. "Hey, neighbor," he says, leaning against the doorframe. "How are classes going?"
"Good," you reply, pushing the plate forward with a little too much force. "Great, actually. I only got lost twice today, which is an improvement." Your smile widens. "I brought these for you. For helping me with the move. I made them myself."
He looks at the cupcakes, then back at you, this time raising an eyebrow. "You made these?"
"Yes," you say, nodding firmly with your chin held high, trying to look confident. "From scratch. All by myself. I’m pretty good at baking."
He picks up one of the cupcakes and examines it, narrowing his eyes as he brings it closer to his face. You feel your determination starting to crumble.
"Really?" he asks with a smile, clearly testing how long you will keep up the lie. "From scratch?"
You hold his gaze for three whole seconds before you look away in embarrassment. Your shoulders drop and your face turns as red as a tomato. "Okay, fine. I bought them at the bakery on the corner. I took them out of the box so you would think I’m a functional adult who knows how to bake." You laugh at yourself. "I tried making them the other day, Jay. I set off the smoke alarm. I’m a danger to this entire building."
He throws his head back and laughs — not mocking you, but with a genuine, warm laugh that makes you feel less embarrassed about pretending you had baked the cupcakes. "Oh my God, you actually burned them?"
"I once burned noodles. I’m a total disaster in the kitchen."
He steps aside, still smiling, and gestures for you to come in. "Alright, come in. I’ll split one of these ‘homemade’ cupcakes with you. It’s the least I can do for someone who put so much effort into the task."
Your mom’s voice whispers in the back of your mind: "Don’t talk to strangers and definitely don’t go into their apartments, sweetheart." But is he really a stranger? He is your neighbor who carried all your boxes without complaining, and the way he stands there holding the plate of cupcakes with that smile makes you not hesitate at all.
You follow him inside. He leads you to the kitchen, grabs two small plates, and carefully unwraps a vanilla cupcake, splitting it in half before sliding one piece toward you.
"Have a seat," he says, pointing to the stool by the kitchen island.
"So, you mentioned you work downtown? What exactly do you do?" you ask as you sit down.
"I’m a lawyer," he replies, taking a bite of his half and nodding in approval. "Good choice of bakery, by the way."
You laugh, biting into yours. "A lawyer. That makes a lot of sense. You have this… I don’t know how to say it without sounding weird, but you have this organized vibe. Like you’re really good at arguing without even raising your voice."
His smile widens. "People have definitely told me that before that I have a ‘courtroom voice.’ It’s just my normal voice, only lower and slower. People tend to listen when you don’t yell."
"You’ll have to show me someday. If I ever get in legal trouble, I’ll know exactly who to call."
"Please don’t get in legal trouble. But if you do, I’m your guy."
The conversation flows just as easily as it did on moving day, and before you know it, you’re venting about your annoying professor, how massive the campus is, and all the times you’ve already managed to get lost. Between all the talking, the cupcakes completely disappear, leaving the coffee he made to sit cold and barely touched in your mug. There’s just something about him that instantly puts you at ease.
Despite the age gap, he never talks down to you or makes you feel small, which makes talking to him completely effortless. It’s just so comforting to have someone around who listens to you with that much care and attention — especially when he happens to be incredibly good-looking, leaving you totally hooked since the very first day.
As he walks you to the door when you finally get up to leave, he snatches a pen and a post-it note to scribble something down. Before you know it, he’s pressing the paper into your palm, his fingers brushing lightly against yours and sending a sudden warmth to your cheeks as he says, "Here’s my number, in case you ever need anything."
"Thank you," you say, smiling a little too wide.
He nods. "Anytime. Seriously. Don’t be a stranger."
────────
The grocery bags dig painfully into your fingers as you stand in the lobby, staring at the elevator doors that are still under maintenance. You look at them as if a miracle might happen — maybe if you stare for one more second, God will take pity and finally fix it. Nothing happens, of course, which makes you let out a long sigh of frustration. It has been days since you moved in and the elevator is still not working.
Your arms already hurt from carrying way too many bags. You definitely should have made two trips, but stubbornness won.
Reaching the second floor is pure torture; your arms are burning, those plastic handles are digging right into your palms, and the bags keep swinging awkwardly against your legs. Trying to stop and adjust your grip only makes things worse, to the point where you're seriously considering just sitting right there on the stairs and crying.
You finally collapse against the wall at the third-floor landing, letting the bags slide to the floor just to catch your breath. Right then, the door to 3A clicks open and Jay steps out — perfectly dressed for work with that annoyingly handsome lawyer look that instantly makes your stomach do a little flip.
He sees you immediately. For a second, his eyes take in the whole scene — your flushed face, the many overloaded bags, and the way you are leaning against the wall breathing heavily. A light, amused laugh escapes him. It is not mocking, just genuinely entertained, as if he expected nothing less from you.
"Carrying heavy stuff again?" he asks, walking toward you. "You really don’t learn, do you?"
Before you can even open your mouth to protest, he is already reaching for the bags, picking them all up at once as if they weigh absolutely nothing. His strong arms support the weight so effortlessly that his biceps press against the fabric of his dress shirt, making it completely impossible for you not to stare.
He turns and walks toward your door, carrying everything like it is nothing.
At your doorstep, Jay sets all the bags down carefully against the wall and turns to face you. His expression is calm, almost unreadable, but there is something more in it. You understand it the moment he starts speaking in a gently scolding tone. "You really shouldn’t carry so much at once," he says, crossing his arms. "It’s not safe and it’s clearly too heavy for you. Make two or three trips next time. Look at your hands, they’re all red. You were hurting yourself. Why? Because you’re way too stubborn, huh?"
You glance down at your palms, and they are red where the plastic handles dug in. "I was fine," you say, though even you do not believe it. "I almost made it."
"Don’t be stubborn."
"You sound exactly like my dad," you reply, crossing your arms to mimic him. "He’s always telling me I’m too stubborn for my own good."
Jay’s lips curve into a small smile. "Because you really are," he says with so much certainty that you cannot even argue back. "I’m serious. Next time, make multiple trips or just text me. I’d rather help than watch you struggle like that."
There is a protective tone in his voice that makes your cheeks warm with a mix of embarrassment and something else stirring low in your stomach. He is lecturing you like a child, but somehow it sounds kind of hot coming from him.
Then he glances at the grocery bags again. Now that the scolding is over, he seems to actually pay attention to what is inside them. He picks one up and looks inside — it is full of frozen meals, instant noodles, ultra-processed food, and canned goods. "Look, I know you’re in college now, but that doesn’t mean you have to live on processed food. It’s quick, sure, but you need real fresh stuff, not just things that come out of a can. Eating like this long-term isn’t good for you. You could get sick."
You blink, caught off guard by the extra lecture. He is fully in dad-mode now, and there is something strangely attractive about how seriously he takes it, like he is genuinely worried about you. "Okay, okay. I get it… I already told you I’m a disaster in the kitchen, so I just grabbed whatever is easiest so I don’t starve."
Jay’s expression softens a little. "I’m not trying to scold you. I just know how easy it is to fall into bad habits when you’re living on your own for the first time." He pauses and adds in a gentler voice, "If you ever need help in the kitchen, you know where to find me. I’m not exactly a chef, but I know how to make real meals."
Your mind wanders again because you can’t help it — you picture him in your kitchen, standing right behind you while teaching you how to cook, his hands guiding yours, the warmth of his body against your back…
"I’ll try to do better, I swear. Thanks for helping again. I think I owe you something now. How about brownies as a thank you this time?"
Jay shakes his head, chuckling softly. "You don’t owe me anything. Just be more careful next time." He glances at the heavy bags one more time. "Need help carrying these inside?"
You shake your head quickly. "I can handle it from here. I bet you’re busy, you look like you’re heading to work."
He checks the watch on his wrist. "Yeah, I have a meeting soon, but the offer stands anytime." Before turning to leave, he gives you one last firm look. "Take care of yourself."
After he leaves, you drag the bags inside, one half first and then the other, just like Jay suggested.
That night, you are sprawled on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when you open your contacts. You saved Jay’s number, of course, but you have been telling yourself you don’t need to text him. It is an emergency-only number, but then you think about him carrying your groceries, the effortless way he took them from you, and the gentle scolding in his voice. Before you can overthink it, you are already typing a message to him.
────────
It is already past midnight and you have been staring at the same page of your textbook long enough for your vision to blur. Your brain has officially given up — it is impossible to absorb a single word more after hours of studying.
You are about to slam the book shut to take out your stress on it and drag yourself to bed when a soft knock sounds at the door. Your heart jumps slightly because you were not expecting anyone, especially not at this hour.
Another knock.
You get up slowly, stretching your sore muscles, and walk to the door. When you open it, Jay is standing there, looking different tonight without his formal work clothes and lawyer posture. He is wearing a simple white t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and is barefoot. He looks relaxed, holding a bottle of red wine — as if he made the sudden decision to knock on your door and came straight over without even putting shoes on.
"Hey," he says, his low voice making your stomach flip. His eyes scan over you, taking in your tired face, messy hair, and pajamas. Something in his expression softens.
"Hey," you reply softly, matching his tone.
"Hey," he repeats, then laughs when he realizes what he just did.
"Hey," you answer again, this time with a small smile. "You already said that."
"I know." He laughs again, shaking his head. "I just… it’s late."
"Very late."
"I know." He lifts the bottle slightly. "I bought this earlier today but… it’s no fun drinking alone."
You look at the wine, then back at him. The way he is standing there — messy hair, ridiculously handsome, and a little too soft — makes going back to bed suddenly seem like a very stupid choice. "Are you inviting me to drink with you?"
"I’m asking if you want to take a break. From everything."
The way he looks at you with those inviting eyes makes the decision easy, but you decide to tease him first. "I don’t usually drink with strangers."
"We’re not strangers," he says, his voice soft. Your teasing does not seem to faze him.
"We’re not exactly friends either," you reply, tilting your head and studying his reaction.
The corner of his mouth lifts into a small, almost lazy smile. "Then let’s change that."
You pretend to consider it for a moment, even though you were already fully committed the second you saw him at your door. "Mmm, okay. But let’s do it at your apartment. Mine is a mess."
His smile widens, crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Alright, whatever you want."
You grab your keys and follow him, also barefoot, to the door next to yours. His apartment is clean and organized as always, which makes the space feel strangely comforting. In the kitchen, he pours two glasses of wine and hands you one, his fingers brushing against yours for half a second and sending a spark through your body.
"Cheers," he says, raising his glass.
"Cheers," you repeat, gently clinking your glass against his.
You take a sip and let out a small, involuntary hum of appreciation — it is much better than you expected, probably the most expensive wine you have ever tasted. He gestures toward the living room. "Come on, let’s sit," he says, leading the way to the couch. You follow and settle onto his couch, trying to look more relaxed than you actually feel.
"This is nice," you say, taking another sip.
He sits on the other end of the couch — close enough to talk comfortably, but far enough to be polite. "It’s just wine." He takes a sip, watching you over the rim of his glass.
"I mean relaxing… not thinking about classes for the first time."
He nods, understanding. "You think about classes a lot."
"It’s pretty much my entire life right now," you admit with an awkward little laugh, taking another sip.
"I remember going through that too. Everything revolving around exams, assignments, and exhausting responsibilities."
You tilt your head, studying him. "You make it sound like ancient history."
"Sometimes it feels like it." He takes a sip, not breaking eye contact. "I still remember when I was in college. I used to think a bad grade would ruin everything." A dry laugh escapes him as he shakes his head. "There’s so much pressure."
Suddenly you find yourself wanting to know more about him, drawn by the experienced tone in his voice and posture. The wine is already loosening your tongue, so you ask. "How old are you, anyway?"
A small, playful smile appears on his lips. "I’m old enough."
You narrow your eyes, trying to hold back a smile. "That’s not an answer."
"It’s the only one you’re getting." He takes another sip.
"That’s annoying," you say, leaning forward slightly and resting your elbows on your knees.
"Maybe I am annoying." He shrugs, but there is a sparkle in his eyes that tells you he is enjoying this.
"You’re avoiding the question," you accuse, pointing a finger at him.
"I’m protecting my privacy."
"From what? Your neighbor?" You laugh, raising an eyebrow.
"Especially from my neighbor."
You pout, pretending to be hurt. "Fine. Keep your secrets."
"Everyone has secrets," he says, his voice dropping to a lower, more intimate tone.
"I don’t." You are not even sure why you say it. Maybe it is the wine, or the way he is looking at you right now.
"Everyone does." He holds his ground. "You have secrets too."
Your pulse quickens. "I don’t."
"Yes, you do."
You swallow hard. The air between you feels thicker now, charged with something you can’t quite name. You shift slightly on the sofa and notice how easy it would be to reach out and touch him. "So you have a lot of secrets, huh?" you ask, curious.
"Yes. Quite a few."
"Like what?" you press, wanting to see what he will give you.
"If I told you, they wouldn’t be secrets anymore." His lips curve into a slow, almost predatory smile.
"Touché." You raise your glass in an ironic toast, making him laugh.
A comfortable but heavy silence settles between you for a moment, thick with tension as you exchange glances and take slow sips. The wine is definitely doing its job — making your words come out slower, your laughter easier, and your body warmer.
"How old are you?" he asks, breaking the silence.
You blink, caught off guard. "Me?"
"Yes, you." He leans forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. "You asked me, so I’m asking you back."
You smile, deciding to play his game. "I’m old enough."
A low, surprised laugh escapes him — rich and genuine. "That’s my line."
"I know." You take another sip to hide your smile.
"You stole my line."
You just shrug. "I borrowed it."
"That’s not how borrowing works."
"Yes, it is."
He laughs again. "You’re impossible."
"Am I? What else?" You raise an eyebrow, challenging him.
"You’re something," he says, his voice dropping again.
"What?" You are not sure what he means by that.
"I don’t know yet." He keeps his eyes fixed on you. "But I’m figuring it out."
You feel your cheeks heat up and take another sip of wine to try to hide your reaction. Jay, however, keeps watching you, and you can tell he noticed.
"You know what I’ve noticed?" By now your voice is a little slurred, so you have to be careful with the words that come out of your mouth.
"What?" His wine glass is almost empty. He sets it on the coffee table and turns all of his attention to you.
You lean back on the couch, turning to face him more directly. Your knee brushes against his thigh, but neither of you pulls away. "You don’t talk much about yourself."
He tilts his head, frowning slightly. "Don’t I?"
"No. You listen, but you don’t share. Like, you’re dodging right now. You give answers, but you don’t really answer."
"Well, I’m trying to protect myself," he says simply.
"Protect yourself from what?" You lean forward, genuinely curious now.
"From getting too attached." The words are honest, and you definitely were not expecting them.
You stare at him, your hand frozen halfway to taking another sip. "From what?"
"To you." His voice is almost a whisper, making your pulse race and your skin flush.
"Why would you get too attached to me?"
He stays silent for a moment, his eyes tracing over you as if he wants to memorize every detail. "Because it’s easy to get attached to you."
"No, it's not," you say, shaking your head as a small, incredulous laugh escapes you.
"It is." His voice is gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. "You just don’t see it."
You look away, feeling your entire body grow warmer. "You’re dodging again."
"I’m being honest." He leans forward slightly, and you can smell him now — a masculine scent mixed with the light sweetness of the wine.
You set your glass on the coffee table and turn to face him completely, the wine making you bolder. "You’re giving me half-answers. You’re telling me just enough to make me curious, but not enough."
He stays quiet for a moment, thinking. "What do you want to know?"
You hold his gaze. "Something real. Truly honest."
Silence stretches between you, thick with something heavy and suffocating that you can't quite name. Then he whispers, "I think you’re beautiful."
Your breath catches, and for a second you are not sure you heard him correctly. "That’s not—" you begin, but he interrupts you.
"It’s honest."
"You can’t just say that," your voice barely comes out as a whisper.
"I just did." His gaze doesn’t leave yours for even half a second.
"It’s too… direct."
"You asked for it." He says it simply, like it is the most natural thing in the world.
"You’re a tease," you say, not sure if you are complaining or not.
"Wait until you find out what else I am. You want to know me? Then make sure you’re ready."
You do not know what to say or what to do, so you look away, your face burning.
When he finally walks you to your door, you are a little unsteady on your feet. He steadies you with a gentle hand on your waist, and the touch is enough to send shivers through your body. "I’m fine," you murmur, even though you are swaying slightly.
"You’re drunk," he says, smiling at your messy state.
"I’m a little tipsy," you reply, giving him a blurry-eyed look.
"You’re drunk."
"It’s the same thing," you mutter dismissively.
"No, it’s not." He is looking at you with that warm, steady gaze that makes your knees feel weak.
You smile, light and tipsy. "Yes, it is."
At your door, you miss the lock twice. He laughs softly before helping you. "Thank you," you whisper. "For this, for the wine, the company, and everything."
His lips curve into a small, warm smile. "Good night, old enough.:
You smile again — you seem to always be smiling when he is around. "Good night, old man."
You step inside, close the door, and lean against it with your heart racing and your whole body warm from the wine and his words — still smiling like an idiot.
A few minutes later, you are curled up in bed when your phone buzz on the nightstand.
────────
You have been tossing and turning on the mattress for what feels like hours — shifting positions, turning to the other side, but nothing helps. You can’t fall asleep — you mind refuses to stop, racing with thoughts about exams, deadlines, and the weight of all your responsibilities pressing down on your shoulders. You need air, you need to feel like you are not suffocating in that apartment, surrounded by boxes you haven't even had the time to unpack yet. There are several unfinished notes on your desk that constantly remind you that you are not doing enough, no matter how hard you try.
So you go up to the rooftop. The cool night air hits your face and lets you breathe again.
The city is an endless sea of lights — countless tiny glowing points in the darkness that remind you how small you really are. You sit on the old bench near the edge of the roof, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them like a shield.
Your thoughts slowly begin to calm as the minutes pass, and the knot in your chest loosens just a little.
Then the door creaks open behind you.
You turn quickly, your body instantly on alert and your heart racing. And there he is — Jay. He is wearing sweatpants and a black shirt, something about this casual, almost domestic look makes your heart skip a beat. He sees you immediately and stops. Surprise flashes across his face for a second before it turns into that familiar half-smile.
"Can’t sleep either?" His voice is low, almost intimate in a way that makes you shiver.
You shake your head. "I have too much on my mind right now…"
He nods as if he completely understands — and he really does. Walking toward you, he stops at a respectful distance before sitting on the bench beside you — close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body, but not so close that he invades your personal space. "Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all." You shift over a little even though there is already enough space.
He leans back, looking up at the sky, which is beautiful tonight with a full moon and stars shining brightly. The silence stretches between you. He doesn’t force conversation; he simply sits there observing the sky and the city with you. The silence is not awkward — it is actually comforting, especially when you are with him.
"I can’t sleep," you admit, breaking the silence with words that slip out before you can stop them. "I try, but my brain just won’t stop. Every time I close my eyes, I start thinking about all the things I have to do, all the things I haven’t done, and all the ways I’m probably going to mess everything up."
"What’s on your mind?" His voice is gentle and patient as always, showing that he is ready to listen.
"Everything." You let out a shaky sigh. "College, exams, being away from my family for the first time… It’s a lot. I thought I was ready, that I could handle it. But sometimes it feels like I’m drowning and I don’t know how to swim. Literally."
"I know how that feels," he says after a long moment of silence. His eyes stay fixed on yours, and there is something raw in them — something honest. "I remember feeling exactly like that. Like everything was too much and I was too small to handle it."
"You’re talking about yourself. That’s new," you say softly. "You always ask about me, but you never—"
"You already have enough on your plate," he cuts in gently.
You blink, caught off guard. "What?"
"You’re stressed about college, adjusting to a new city, and far from your family," he keeps his gaze steady on you, his expression sincere. "You don’t need to hear about my problems too."
"That’s not how it works." You shake your head as something warm and confusing blooms in your chest. "We’re supposed to share things. That’s what—" You pause, searching for the right word. "That’s what friends do."
"I don’t want to burden you when you’re already dealing with so much, and I certainly don’t want to make it worse."
You stay quiet for a moment, his words stirring something you cannot quite name — but it feels good. "That’s really… kind," you finally say.
"I try." He shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips.
The silence settles again, and you sit together quietly for a while longer. Then, out of nowhere, he tilts his head and asks, "How’s your succulent doing?"
You laugh at the unexpected question. "You’re asking about my plant?"
"I remember you mentioned it." He turns toward you — fully turning his body — with a small playful smile on his lips. "I bet you gave it a name."
You shake your head, still smiling. "I haven’t named it yet… but it’s still alive, which is honestly impressive."
"You’re supposed to water it," he says in a gently scolding tone.
"I know." You look away, feeling a little guilty about slowly killing a plant.
"But you forget." There is no judgment in his voice, only warm amusement.
"I forget." You laugh — something you always do when you are with him. "I have a lot on my mind, okay?"
"You’re a plant killer." He smiles, making you grin even wider.
"I’m not a plant killer! I’m just… forgetful. It is surviving, which is more than I can say about myself sometimes."
Something in your words changes his expression. It is still gentle, but now there is a hint of concern. "You’re doing better than you think."
You don’t know what to say, so you just look at him, with the words stuck in your throat.
"Does the succulent at least have company?" he asks after a moment, his voice light as always.
You blink, confused by the sudden question. "What?"
"Other plants, maybe some flowers, something to keep it company. Plants get lonely too."
You laugh, shaking your head. "I don’t think it gets lonely. It’s just a plant, after all."
"All living things have feelings. It definitely feels lonely," he says with so much conviction that you almost believe him.
"That’s not scientifically accurate," you reply, not entirely sure if what you are saying is accurate either.
"I never said it was." He shrugs. "I’m a lawyer. I deal with arguments, not facts."
"They’re the same thing."
"Not at all." He shifts closer to you on the bench, making sure you are listening. "Facts are objective. Arguments are subjective. I make a living turning subjective arguments into something that sounds like objective facts."
"That’s… something. And you’re so weird."
"I’m just concerned about your plant’s loneliness." His voice is incredibly serious, showing that he is taking this very seriously.
"You’re worried about my plant," you say, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, just like I worry about you."
You don’t know what to say again — Jay has a way of leaving you speechless. Your cheeks flush and you look away. "I’ve never received flowers before, anyway…" you say softly, the secret slipping from your lips.
Jay is not sure he heard you correctly. "What did you say?"
Even though you hesitate, you repeat it, louder this time. "I’ve never received flowers." You look down at your hands, fidgeting with your fingers. "I had a boyfriend before, but he was an idiot. He never did anything romantic like giving me flowers or taking me for dates."
He stays silent for a long moment, his gaze fixed on you while your heart pounds loudly in your ears. He is thinking about something — you can tell by the way his jaw tightens. "Would you want to go on one? With me."
You stop breathing the moment you hear his words and everything around you seems to freeze. "What?"
"A date. A real date where I pick you up, open doors for you, and take you somewhere nice. It doesn’t have to be romantic if you don’t want it to be. It can just be two people spending time together. Whatever makes you feel comfortable."
Your heart is beating so hard you are sure he can hear it, your mouth is dry, your palms are sweaty, and the words feel stuck in your throat again. Jay is asking you out on a date — a real date. The age gap has been on your mind since the day you met — he is a lawyer and you are still trying to figure out how to live on your own, but every interaction with him feels safe, like he truly sees you.
"Jay, I—" You stop, taking a shaky breath.
"You don’t have to answer right now," he says gently, giving you time to think.
"No, I—" You take another deep breath, and this time the words come out steady. "Yes. Yes, I want that."
His face transforms — a slow, warm smile spreads across his lips and reaches his eyes, making your stomach flip and your heart race just like always.
"Great," he says softly. "I’ll plan something."
A shy laugh escapes you as the reality of it sinks in. "What do you like to do on dates? I’m sure you’ve been on plenty."
He leans forward a little, resting his elbow on his knee. "I want to know what you like. That’s what matters right now, tell me your preferences so I can plan something good for you."
As you think for a moment, you suddenly feel embarrassed by how limited your preferences are. "I’m kind of picky, honestly. I like pasta, I hate anything too spicy, and I don’t like overly sweet desserts. Oh, and I’m not a big fan of seafood unless it’s fried. Is that too much?"
Jay listens attentively, nodding as if he is absorbing every detail. "Not at all. Being picky isn’t a problem, it actually makes it easier to get it right." He pauses, a playful glint appearing in his eyes. "You know, for someone who’s a disaster in the kitchen, you have very specific opinions, princess."
The nickname lands softly between you — affectionate and teasing, with a hint of warmth. Your breath catches, your face flushes instantly, and you lower your head to hide the redness in your cheeks and the smile forming on your lips.
"I… You can’t just say that," you murmur, looking at him through your lashes.
"Why not?" He is smiling even more now, clearly enjoying your reaction. "It suits you. You have high standards and you know exactly what you want, even if you pretend you don’t."
You cover your face with both hands for a second, peeking through your fingers. "You’re going to make me regret saying yes."
"Too late," he murmurs, his voice low and affectionate. "You already said yes."
You lower your hands and meet his gaze, your heart racing in the best possible way. Jay stands up suddenly and offers you his hand. "Come on, it’s getting late and you have class tomorrow. Let’s get you back inside before you freeze."
You take his hand — which is so much bigger than yours — and let him help you up. He doesn’t let go afterward, his fingers stay intertwined with yours as you walk together toward your floor. The elevator is no longer broken, but you both take the stairs anyway, wanting to prolong the moment a little longer.
Stopping at your door, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear with his free hand. “I'll text you about the date,” he says softly. "We’ll pick a night that works."
You nod, still feeling a little shy about everything. "Okay… Good night, Jay."
"Good night, princess."
────────
The next day, you are more nervous than you have ever been. Every notification on your phone makes your heart skip a beat, terrified that it is Jay confirming the date. Your stomach is in knots with a mix of panic and hope, even though you want to go on this date, you are still incredibly nervous about it.
Your phone buzzes while you are in the library trying to study. "Friday at seven? I’ll take care of everything. Just be ready for a proper night out."
The words "proper night out" send a shiver through you. He is taking this seriously, treating it as something special, even though he said it didn’t have to be romantic. Still, it means something. Smiling so wide that your cheeks hurt, you text back agreeing.
When Friday finally arrives, the butterflies in your stomach refuse to calm down. In fact, they become even more restless as the time of the date gets closer. Hours before, you start getting ready — taking your time as you choose an outfit that makes you feel confident and beautiful. You spend extra time on your makeup, keeping it natural but enhancing your eyes and lips, making sure everything is perfect.
Exactly at seven, you take the elevator down. Jay had insisted on waiting outside the building instead of knocking on your door. "I want you to have the full experience," he had texted earlier, and the gesture made you smile despite your nerves. The moment you step out onto the sidewalk, you see him leaning against his sleek black car parked at the curb. He looks unfairly handsome in a tailored dark shirt and pants.
For a moment, he simply looks at you — slowly scanning from your face to your dress and back up again as his smile widens. "You look beautiful," he says, taking a step closer. "Really, truly beautiful."
Your cheeks flush quickly and a smile forms on your lips. "Thank you. You look really handsome too."
Before you can say anything else, he reaches inside the car and pulls out a beautiful bouquet of flowers. "I remembered what you said on the rooftop…"
The bouquet is perfect, wrapped so beautifully that it makes your chest tighten. "Jay…" you whisper as you reach out to take the flowers. "They’re beautiful. I don’t even know what to say."
Without thinking, you give him a grateful hug. His arms wrap around you immediately, one hand resting on your lower back while the other gently caresses the nape of your neck. "You don’t have to say anything. Just enjoy tonight. That’s all I want."
When you pull away, still smiling widely, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear and asks, "Ready to go, princess?"
You nod, holding the flowers like a lifeline. He opens the car door for you, waiting until you are settled before closing it gently. When he slides into the driver’s seat, he looks at you with a playful smile. "Seatbelt, please. Safety first."
You laugh and buckle up. "Such a gentleman."
"Only for you."
The drive starts peacefully, soft music playing in the background as you talk. He asks about your day and teases you lightly when you admit that you spent half of your class daydreaming about tonight and that it took you forever to choose what to wear.
You can’t stop stealing glances at him — the way his hands rest easily on the steering wheel, those large hands with long fingers, and the way he looks at you at red lights as if making sure you are still real.
After a few minutes, you notice the city lights fading and buildings giving way to trees. "Where are we going?" you ask curiously, realizing he has been driving for a while — much farther than you expected. "This is pretty far from our building. Are you taking me somewhere to kill me?"
Jay laughs, keeping his eyes on the road. "I’m not going to kill you. I’m just taking you to a place I love, and I think you’ll love it too."
The drive takes about thirty minutes, but when you finally arrive, the restaurant leaves you breathless. You immediately understand why he chose it — it is cozy and elegant, with a stunning view of the city. He reserved a intimate corner table with the perfect view.
He pulls out the chair for you, and as soon as you sit down, he leans in slightly to whisper in your ear, "Relax, okay?"
The dinner unfolds perfectly. You order pasta — creamy, exactly the way you like it — and he chooses a steak dish, offering you a bite from his fork with a raised eyebrow that feels far more intimate than it should. You talk a lot, and he listens as always, head tilted and eyes focused only on you.
You tell him about the friendships you are making in college, about the strange noise your AC is making, and absentmindedly mention the doorman. "He’s nice, I think… but sometimes he looks at me like he knows something I don’t."
Jay’s expression shifts with something unreadable for half a second, but he quickly covers it with a soft chuckle. "He’s probably just in a bad mood. Or maybe he sees how much you’re distracting your poor neighbor."
You laugh. "Poor neighbor? You seem to be handling it pretty well."
His foot brushes against yours under the table. "Barely."
In the middle of the conversation, Jay’s phone buzzes on the table. He glances at it, frowns, and silences it, slipping it into his pocket.
But a few minutes later, it buzzed again. Jay sighs. "I need to take this. It’s probably an emergency with a client. I won’t be long. I’m really sorry."
"Go ahead. I’ll be here judging the dessert menu."
He leans in and gives you a quick kiss on your temple before standing up. "I’ll be right back, princess."
The casual display of affection makes your heart race as you watch him walk away. While he is gone, you take a sip of your wine, observe the people around you, and study the dessert menu.
He returns after about five minutes, sliding back into his seat with an apologetic smile. "All sorted. Where were we?"
When the check arrives, Jay pays without hesitation, even though you offered to split it. Outside, the night air is cold, so he drapes his jacket over your shoulders when he notices you shivering. Then he pulls you closer for a moment, wrapping his arms around you. "Thank you for saying yes," he murmurs against your hair.
You look up at him, smiling. "That was the best decision I’ve made in a long time."
The drive back feels shorter than the trip there, unfortunately — you wish this moment could last forever. Jay keeps one hand on the wheel and the other holding yours, his thumb tracing lazy circles that send shivers down your spine. You arrive at the building sooner than you would like, but instead of stopping at the curb, Jay drives into the underground garage.
You unbuckle your seatbelt. "Thank you, Jay. For everything, the flowers, the dinner, the evening… I had a really great time."
He turns to you, that slow smile playing on his lips. "I’m glad, princess."
You reach for the door handle, but his hand moves quickly, wrapping around your wrist and stopping you. Your breath catches at the unexpected contact. "Wait, aren’t you going to thank me properly?"
You blink, confused. "I just did? The hug outside the restaurant and just now."
Jay chuckles, and his gaze shifts into something hungrier. "That was sweet, but I was thinking of something a little more fitting for the end of a perfect night."
Without overthinking it, you lean across the console and give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Thank you," you whisper again, pulling back to see his reaction.
His smile widens. "Still not enough, princess. Come here."
He cups the back of your neck and pulls you closer. The kiss starts soft, his lips meeting yours hesitantly, and you quickly melt into it, which makes him deepen the kiss while still keeping a slow, deliberate pace. His tongue traces your lower lip, and you part for him with a small sigh.
What begins as one kiss turns into many, you lose count as they grow more intense, hungry, and urgent.
Somehow, you end up climbing over the console. His hands guide your hips until you are straddling his lap in the driver’s seat. The space is tight and the steering wheel presses against your back, but you couldn't care less right now. His hands roam along your sides, sliding up your dress until they rest on your thighs, his thumbs drawing circles that make you whimper against his mouth.
You kiss him again and again, tangling your fingers in his hair and tugging gently, which draws a low groan from him. That only encourages you — hips start moving on their own, pressing against the growing hardness beneath you. The friction makes you gasp, and Jay clearly loves the sight — he squeezes your thighs, encouraging your movements.
"God, you’re incredible," he whispers against your mouth between kisses. "So responsive… so perfect."
Jay pulls back just enough to meet your eyes, breathing hard. "You deserve better than this, princess. Our first time shouldn’t be in a car like a couple of impatient teenagers."
You kiss him again, more intensely, nipping at his lower lip. "I don’t care, I want you right here."
He groans, sliding his hand into your hair to pull you into another hungry kiss. "You’re so eager, princess… and so perfect grinding against me like this."
His mouth moves down to your neck, sucking lightly and drawing more whimpers from you. Your movements become restless, rubbing harder, chasing friction. "Jay…" you whisper between kisses. "I need you, please."
His hands find the hem of your dress, slowly pulling it up inch by inch with clear appreciation until he discards it onto the passenger seat. "Beautiful," he murmurs reverently as he stares at your tits. "So beautiful." He leans down, pressing hot, wet kisses along the soft skin, then his tongue circles one nipple before sucking it deeply into his mouth.
You arch your back, a moan escaping your lips. He gives the same attention to the other tit, licking, sucking, and grazing the sensitive skin with his teeth while his hand massages and caresses the first. “You taste so good,” he praises, his voice muffled. "These perfect tits in my mouth… you’re already trembling. So sensitive for me."
He kisses lower, along your sternum and ribs, then back up — worshipping every inch of you while you keep grinding against him. Your panties are soaked, and the friction against his hardness only turns you on more.
He waits until you’re trembling in his lap before he finally moves. Reaching between you, he lowers his pants and boxers just enough to free himself, and when he does, your eyes widen. He is big — thick and hard. The sight makes your mouth water and heat pool low in your belly.
Jay reaches into the glove compartment, fumbling for a condom. He tears it open and rolls it down his length with surprising skill while you watch, hypnotized and a little intimidated by his size and thickness. "You’re… really big," you say softly.
Jay notices your nervousness and caresses your cheek, trying to soothe you. "We’ll go slow, princess. I’ve got you. My good girl can take it."
He helps you shift your panties to the side, guiding you as you sink down onto him. The stretch is intense but delicious — you take him inch by inch, breathing deeply as he fills you completely, murmuring praises nonstop. "That’s it, princess… so tight, so good for me… so fucking perfect around me."
You bury your face in his neck as you sink all the way down, taking him completely until your ass is pressed firmly against his lap. "Oh God… you’re so, so big," you moan, still adjusting to the intense stretch.
The age difference flashes through your mind — he is older, more experienced, probably used to women who knew exactly what they were doing. You want to be good for him, so once you feel ready, you start moving — bouncing with almost frantic energy, desperate to please him. Your hips move and grind fast, determined.
"Easy, princess," Jay groans, gripping your hips to slow you down. "Slow… just like that. You feel incredible, but there’s no rush. I’m not going anywhere."
You moan, your cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "I just… you’ve probably been with so many others who were better at this. I want to make it good for you. I want to be the best—"
He cuts you off with a deep kiss, then pulls back to look into your eyes while still guiding your movements into a slower, deeper rhythm. "Hey, none of that. It’s just you right now, and you’re already the best, baby. Look at how perfectly you take me." He thrusts up gently to emphasize his words, drawing a moan from you. "You’re my princess."
You relax into his words and the rhythm he sets, moving your hips in deep, grinding motions instead of frantic bouncing. It feels even better this way — his thickness brushing against every sensitive spot inside you. "Like this?" you ask breathlessly, your voice shy but needy.
"Just like that," he praises, his voice rough. "So good for me. So wet… so tight. You’re perfect, listen to those pretty sounds you make."
You keep whispering to him the whole time — shy confessions and soft, breathless questions. "You feel so good, Jay… I feel so full. Does it feel good for you? Tell me if you’re enjoying it."
He groans, his hands roaming over your back, squeezing your ass, then returning to your tits so he can lick and suck them while you ride him. "I love it. I love everything you do. The way you squeeze me… the way you say my name. You’re ruining me, princess."
The pleasure builds uncontrollably, intense and overwhelming, leaving both of you sweaty and breathless. He slides a hand between you to your clit, circling it with his thumb in time with your movements. You tremble hard, moaning and gasping, telling him how close you are, how good he feels, and how much you have wanted this since the day you moved in.
When you come, your walls pulse tightly around his thickness and your body shakes as you cry out his name. Jay follows right after, holding you firmly against him as he finishes into the condom with a deep groan, murmuring endless praises. "That’s it, come for me… so beautiful giving yourself to me completely… my perfect girl."
You collapse against his chest, both of you breathing hard. He wraps his arms around you tightly, kissing your temple while his hands gently caress your back. "You okay?" he whispers after a while. "Was it too much?"
"It was perfect," you murmur, nuzzling into his neck. "Better than I imagined. Thank you for slowing me down when I got too excited. I probably embarrassed myself, right?"
He shakes his head lightly and laughs, then he gives you one last kiss on your temple and helps you climb back into the passenger seat, watching as you slip your dress back on. "Don’t forget these," he says, reaching for the bouquet.
You take it with a happy smile. "I wouldn’t dare."
He walks around the car to open your door and intertwines his fingers with yours as you walk toward the elevator. Once inside, he pulls you close and kisses you the entire way up to your floor.
"Your place tonight?" you ask against his lips.
Jay’s hand slides to your lower back, pulling you even closer. "Yes, because I’m not done with you yet. I need you in my bed. The thought of you in my sheets, smelling like me when you wake up… it drives me crazy."
The elevator doors open and he pulls you down the hallway toward his door, unlocking it effortlessly. The moment you are both inside, he takes the flowers from your hand, sets them on the counter, and turns to you with hungry eyes. "Come here," he growls, pulling you into a deep, desperate kiss. His hands cup your face first, then slide down your body. "Let me take care of you properly this time."
He leads you to the bedroom and there, he undresses you slowly, admiring and kissing every inch of exposed skin. When you are completely naked, he steps back and looks at you with pure admiration and desire. "Fuck, look at you… so perfect. Every curve, every inch… all mine tonight."
He removes his own clothes and guides you onto the bed, settling between your spread thighs. His warm palms caress them, spreading you open even more. His mouth is on you immediately, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit before circling the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue, savoring you. "Mmm, already so wet," the vibration of his voice makes you gasp. "You taste so sweet, princess. Like you were made for my mouth."
You let out a shaky moan, your fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him closer. "Jay… that feels incredible. Oh God—"
He slides a finger inside you, curling it against that sweet spot while his mouth continues sucking and licking. The suction around your clit, the rhythm of his finger stroking that perfect spot deep inside — it all turns the pleasure into something deliciously overwhelming. He adds a second finger, then a third, carefully stretching you as he pumps them in and out.
Your hips move against his face as the pleasure intensifies. "Don’t stop… please, Jay, just like that," you moan, your voice breathless and desperate. He eats you out like a starving man — licking, sucking, and thrusting his fingers into you until your thighs shake around his head and you fall apart with a long, loud cry. You clench and pulse around his fingers as the orgasm crashes through you.
Jay doesn’t stop right away, he keeps licking and fingering you through it, prolonging every sensation until you are limp and panting. Only then he drags his mouth up your body, leaving a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses along your stomach, between your breasts, and up your neck. "You taste like heaven," he murmurs, his voice rough with desire. "I could do this all night, make you come on my tongue until you go stupid."
He grabs a condom from the nightstand and rolls it on quickly over his hard, leaking cock. You reach down, wrapping your hand around his thick, hard length — stroking him slowly, feeling the weight, the pulsing heat, tracing the veins with curiosity. "I want it raw, Jay… I need to feel you, please."
He groans deeply, his hips pushing forward into your fist. "Baby… protection first, remember? I’ll still make you feel good even with the latex between us, I promise." After kissing your forehead, he positions himself at your entrance and pushes in inch by inch, his eyes locked on yours the entire time. You feel a burning stretch as your walls slowly give way to him, every thick pulsing vein dragging against your sensitive insides. When he’s halfway in, you look down between your bodies and see the clear bulge pressing out against your lower belly.
He notices it right after and quickly slides a hand down to press against the bulge, feeling it move under his palm as he sinks deeper. "Fuck, look at that. You see how deep I am? My cock is rearranging your insides, princess. Stretching this tight pussy so you can see it from the outside."
Your hand joins his, pressing against the visible outline, feeling him move inside you from both the inside and the outside. He teases you mercilessly, thrusting slow and deep so the bulge shifts under your combined touch. "You’re taking me so well, like this pussy was made for my cock. So greedy, swallowing every inch."
He sinks the rest of the way in with a guttural groan, bottoming out completely. "Shit… so tight, so hot. You’re already milking me."
His thick cock fills you so completely that every movement presses against sensitive spots that steal the breath from your lungs. His thrusts start controlled and incredibly gentle instead of brutal force. One hand stays intertwined with yours above your head, while the other caresses your cheek, squeezes your breast, and lightly pinches your nipple before soothing it with his thumb. "You look like pure sin wrapped around me… My beautiful princess, creaming all over my cock, taking every inch like a good girl. I’m going to ruin you for anyone else."
You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Jay… it feels so good. You’re so deep, I can feel you everywhere." He leans down, capturing your lips in a messy kiss as his hips move faster in a devastating rhythm that pushes you closer and closer to the edge.
You come hard around him, your walls fluttering and clenching tightly as you cry out. He does not stop, thrusting deep and steady, prolonging your orgasm until you are shaking. "Fuck, that’s it, come on my cock, baby."
Jay follows right after, burying himself as deep as possible with a long, broken groan of your name as he cums, pulsing inside you. He stays buried deep for long moments afterwards, holding you close and covering your face, neck, and shoulders with soft kisses until both of your breathing steadies.
Eventually, he pulls out carefully, discards the condom, and returns from the bathroom with a warm, damp cloth. He cleans you both gently, murmuring more praises the entire time. "You were perfect, princess. So responsive, so beautiful when you come for me." He pulls the sheets over both of you and wraps you in his arms.
Your head rests on Jay’s chest while his fingers trace a lazy path along your spine, down to the curve of your waist. Without a word, you shift, turning onto your side. Jay follows naturally, molding his body against yours from behind in a perfect spoon. His chest presses against your back as he slides an arm around your waist, pulling you even closer. You can already feel him half-hard again against the curve of your ass, sending a fresh wave of heat through your body.
He nuzzles into the back of your neck, placing soft kisses there. "You okay?" he murmurs, his voice low and rough in the quiet room.
"More than okay," you whisper back, pressing lightly against him. "I like feeling you close like this."
Jay reaches for another condom from the nightstand. You hear the faint rustle as he puts it on, then his hand returns to your body, tenderly caressing your side and hip. He lifts your top leg slightly, hooking it over his, opening you up for him. The thick head of his cock brushes against your entrance before he pushes in slowly, inch by inch, until he is buried completely inside you.
"So good," he whispers against your neck, sliding a hand up to caress your breast. His fingers massage gently, his thumb circling your nipple until it hardens under his touch.
He starts moving — slow, deep rolls of his hips, thrusting unhurriedly so you can feel every inch of his thick cock dragging against your walls. While he fucks you, his hand on your breast never stops worshipping it — squeezing, rolling your nipple between his fingers, occasionally pinching lightly before soothing it with gentle caresses. And his mouth keeps placing open-mouthed kisses along the back of your neck, back, and shoulder.
You reach behind you, running your fingers through his hair as you move with him. "Jay… deeper like that feels so good."
His thrusts become a little deeper, but still controlled. "You take me so well every single time. Look at how perfectly you fit around me. I could stay inside you forever." His mouth finds the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark while he continues playing with your breasts — pinching, rolling, and caressing until your nipples are deliciously sore. Only then he slid his hand down to your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. The combination of sensations is overwhelming and pushes you closer and closer to the edge. "You’re so close… I can feel you squeezing me. Come for me again, princess."
And you do. Your walls contract rhythmically around his thickness as you moan his name, your body trembling in his arms. Jay follows right after you, burying his face in your neck with a deep groan as he comes, filling the condom.
You turn your head slightly to capture his lips in a lazy kiss. "I feel so safe with you," you whisper. "And so wanted."
He stays inside you until the aftershocks fade, then carefully pulls out, discards the condom, and cleans you both once again with gentle care. He pulls the sheets up around you both and draws you back into his arms, spooning you again.
Jay’s hand rests tenderly on your stomach, tracing small circles there. You feel deeply in love and completely at peace as you start to drift off to sleep, safe in his arms.
Sunlight is already filtering through the curtains by the time you slowly wake up the next morning —.only to realize the space beside you is empty, even though the warmth of Jay’s body and the faint scent of his cologne still linger around. You stretch and sit up to look around the room, noticing one of his shirts draped over the back of a chair. Slipping it on, you pad barefoot out of the bedroom toward the kitchen, drawn by the rich aroma of coffee and food already filling the air.
Jay is at the stove, flipping eggs while a plate of toast and cut fruit waits for you on the counter. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around him from behind, pressing your cheek against his back. "Good morning."
He turns off the stove and turns around, settling his hands on your hips. His gaze softens instantly when he sees you wearing his shirt. "Good morning, princess. You look way too good in my clothes."
You laugh softly and tilt your face up, expecting a kiss. He leans in but pauses with a playful look. "Ah, but you haven’t brushed your teeth yet. No good-morning kisses until after breakfast."
You pout and dramatically pull away. "Not even a kiss on the cheek? You’re so cruel."
With a sigh, he gives in — pressing a long kiss to your cheek, then another to your forehead. Before you can say anything, he effortlessly lifts you and sits you on the edge of the kitchen counter, standing between your knees. "There. Now I can look at you properly while I finish this."
As he moves around the kitchen, your eyes wander until they stop on the refrigerator. Something catches your attention — photos are held up by magnets, but one in particular stands out: a Polaroid of Jay smiling with his arm around a woman’s shoulders. You hadn't noticed it on your previous visits to the kitchen — you had been too focused on him. "Who is that?" you ask curiously, nodding toward the fridge. "The woman in the photo with you?"
Jay glances over while sliding a plate toward you. "That’s my sister. We don’t look much alike, I know. We’re actually half-siblings."
You tilt your head, studying the photo for another second. They really do not look very similar, but that is not unusual for half-siblings. "She looks nice," you say lightly, accepting the plate he offers. "Breakfast looks delicious, by the way. You really didn’t have to."
"I wanted to," he replies, stepping between your knees and stealing a quick peck. "After last night, it feels right to take care of you this morning… and maybe every other morning too."
You smile shyly. "Speaking of last night… it was incredible. You made everything feel so good, so right. I keep replaying every part of it in my head."
He reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his thumb gently caressing your cheek. "You were perfect, baby. I loved every second of it." He leans in and kisses the corner of your mouth. "You’re so beautiful when you let go for me."
"You’re going to make it really hard for me to focus in class today." You take a bite of the toast, savoring it. "Oh, by the way, I’m going out with some new friends from college tonight. They invited me to a party, it’s a chance to get to know each other better outside of class."
Jay nods, resting a hand on your thigh and stroking it lightly. "Sounds fun. Just be careful, okay? Text me when you get there and when you’re heading back."
"I will," you say, stealing another quick kiss from him. "I won’t stay out too late anyway. I have an early class tomorrow."
He picks up a piece of fruit from the plate and brings it to your mouth, brushing his fingers teasingly against your lips. "You deserve to have fun… I’ll be here if you need anything when you get back."
You stumble out of your friend’s car a little after 1 a.m., waving goodbye as you sway on your feet. You make your way toward the building entrance and suddenly remember that you promised to text Jay — which you didn’t. So you call him to let him know you arrived and are heading up. In response, he says he is waiting for you.
When you reach the third floor, Jay’s door is already open and he is waiting for you. "Heyyy," you say cheerfully, immediately wrapping your arms around his waist and pressing your face against his chest. "I’m back. Just like I promised."
Laughing Jay’s arms wrap around you automatically as he looks at you more closely. "You’re pretty drunk, princess. How was the party?"
"So much fun," you ramble, clinging to him tighter as he guides you inside and closes the door. "We danced, there was a shot game, and my new friends are so funny. I laughed so hard my stomach hurt." You tilt your head up, puckering your lips. "Kiss?"
Instead of a proper kiss, he gives you a quick one on your forehead. "You smell like a distillery and your shirt is soaked, what happened?"
You look down at the sticky stain on your shirt and pout. "Someone spilled on me. It’s gross. But I still want kisses, real kisses." You try to pull his face down, standing on your tiptoes. "I missed you all night. I kept thinking about you during the party… about how nice you were last night. We should do that again right now."
Jay gently holds your wrists to stop you. "Not tonight, princess. You’re drunk."
"But I want you," you beg, pressing closer, but he doesn’t give in at all. "You’re so hot, so gentle, and… big. Please?"
He shakes his head and guides you toward the bathroom. "No. Only when you’re sober and can remember everything clearly. Right now, I’m just taking care of you, okay?"
"Let’s get you cleaned up," he says gently once you reach the bathroom. Reaching for the hem of your wet shirt he carefully pulls it off, followed by the rest of your clothes.
"You’re always so gentle with me," you murmur, watching him adjust the shower temperature. "No one has ever been this gentle. I really, really like you, Jay."
He smiles softly and helps you into the shower, joining you still fully dressed so he can take care of you. Jay keeps one hand on your waist to steady you while the other runs soapy over your shoulders and arms.
The alcohol in your system makes your emotions spill out easily before you can stop them. "I think… I think I’m falling for you," you confess, your tongue loose, making your cheeks flush. "Is that crazy? It feels too fast. I know I’m younger and still figuring everything out, but being with you just feels right. You make me feel safe, wanted, and special."
Jay pauses for half a second, processing what he just heard, but then continues washing you carefully — lathering the floral-scented body wash over your skin. "This smells like… girl stuff," you say, a little curious. "Is it yours?"
He looks away for a moment before answering. "It’s my mom’s. She left some things here the last time she came to visit."
"Ah," You rest your forehead against his chest as the water runs over both of you. "I meant it, though. About falling for you. Even if it’s too soon… I can’t help it."
Jay wraps his arms fully around you under the spray of water, holding you close — voice is full of affection when he finally replies. "Hey… look at me, princess." He gently lifts your chin. "What you’re feeling… I feel it too." Softly, he kisses your forehead, then the tip of your nose. "We don’t need to rush or label anything right now. Just know that I’m here and I care about you a lot."
Even in your alcohol-fueled haze, his words calm the part of you that was worried you were moving too fast. "Really? You feel it too?"
"I do." He continues washing you carefully — your arms, your back, your sides — just taking care of you. "Being with you is easy. Natural. So let’s just enjoy it, okay? One day at a time."
Jay finishes rinsing you off and helps you out of the shower. Wrapping you in a towel he dries you gently before dressing you in one of his shirts. By the time he guides you to bed, you are already sleepy. He helps you lie down and you snuggle into the sheets, murmuring one last "I really like you" before falling asleep.
────────
The following days feel almost too good to be real.
You wake up in Jay’s bed, wrapped in his arms and wearing one of his shirts. He always wakes up before you to make breakfast and greet you with a good morning kiss and that smile that still makes your heart flutter. But on some mornings, you pull him back into bed to cuddle before classes and work, and without any argument, he makes time to make you feel loved.
When you get home from class, tired, Jay is already there to greet you cheerfully despite his own exhaustion. He texts you during the day, asking how your classes are going and reminding you to eat. When you are together, he pulls you in for slow, affectionate kisses — the kind that make your legs weak. Some nights you cook together as he tries to teach you how to make proper meals. Other nights he orders takeout and you eat on the couch while you tell him every detail of your day. He still doesn’t share much about himself, always dodging the subject, but you do not push — you don’t want to be invasive.
The sex is frequent — sometimes slow and worshipful, his mouth and hands adoring every inch of you until you are trembling and coming apart. Other times it is faster and more urgent — against the kitchen counter, in the shower, on the couch, in his home office. One night you try baking cookies together, ending up covered in flour and laughing as he kisses the mess off your cheek. Another night you start watching a movie cuddled together, but the movie is forgotten halfway through when clothes come off and he fucks you right there on the couch.
Suddenly everything feels so domestic — he now keeps an extra toothbrush for you, your notebooks are on his coffee table, and some of your clothes are scattered around his apartment. It is undeniable that you are falling deeper and deeper in love.
On a Sunday afternoon, you are studying on his couch while Jay is in his home office, working on a complicated case that demands his full attention. After hours buried in books and notes, concentrating is almost impossible. At this point, your mind keeps wandering to him without permission. When your brain finally gives up, you close the book with a dramatic sigh.
You walk down the hallway and peek into his office. Jay is sitting at his desk with his sleeves rolled up, looking unfairly attractive as he concentrates on reviewing some papers. "Jay?" you call, walking in without waiting for an answer.
He looks up, and the moment his eyes meet yours, the tension in his shoulders softens. "Hey, princess. How are the studies going?"
Boring." You take a few steps closer and don’t ask for permission — you simply climb into his lap, settling on his thighs and wrapping your arms around his neck. You leave a trail of kisses along his jaw, then his cheek and lips. "I missed you. Pay attention to me? Just for a little while?"
One of his hands rests on your waist while the other continues organizing the documents. "I’d love to, baby, but this case is a nightmare. There are documents everywhere. I’m going crazy with these."
You nuzzle into the curve of his neck and kiss him there. "You’ve been in here for hours… you deserve a break." Your hips move subtly against him, restless, the friction sending a spark through both of you. You feel him twitch beneath you, already starting to respond to your movements.
Jay’s grip on your waist tightens. "Princess…" There is a warning tone in his voice, bordering on frustration. But as you grind against him, you can feel him beginning to harden, and that gives you hope — you think he might give in.
"You’re really testing me today." He pulls you into a kiss, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of your neck. When he pulls away, it is with a frustrated sigh.
"That's the point," you whisper, smiling proudly against his lips as you continue grinding, slower this time, feeling him get even harder.
Jay curses under his breath, gripping your hips more firmly. No matter how hard he tries to hold back, he can’t, the desire is uncontrollable. He reaches between you and unzips his pants. "Fine, but you’re going to behave." He frees his hard, throbbing cock and pulls your panties and shorts to the side. This time there is nothing between you — no latex barrier, just him.
You sink down onto him slowly, and the new sensation hits you immediately — it’s different, hotter, more intimate. Every ridge and vein is raw against your walls, the skin-to-skin contact sends a shiver through your entire body and makes you moan as you settle fully onto him. The stretch feels deeper and more overwhelming than ever.
For a moment, it feels perfect — connected, raw.
But then his hands close firmly on your hips, holding you completely still. "Don’t move," he commands, his voice noticeably deeper and rougher. "Stay just like this. No grinding, no whimpering. I’m serious."
His cock pulses hot and heavy inside you, and you can barely focus on what he said. "Jay… oh my God, you feel—"
"I said don’t move," he interrupts, repeating it more harshly this time. His free hand returns to the stack of papers while the other arm stays wrapped around your waist, keeping you in place.
At first, you try to obey — resting your head on his shoulder and breathing deeply every time his cock twitches inside you, but the longer you sit there, the harder it becomes. You let out a soft moan as your hips twitch involuntarily. "Jay… please, just let me move a little bit."
"I told you not to move. Jesus, you’re really pushing it today." The irritation is clear in every word now, and his grip on your waist tightens even more. "I have a deadline. I can’t afford to get distracted like this."
Again, you try to stay still — you really do, until frustrated tears prick at your eyes — but your body betrays you with small, involuntary movements of your hips. "I’m sorry… I can’t help it. This is driving me crazy. I need you to move, please."
Jay’s jaw is tense and his breathing comes in heavy bursts — clearly fighting the urge to thrust up into you. "You think I don’t want to? You’re so tight and wet around me right now, but I can’t. I have work to do and you’re not letting me focus." His tone grows even harsher. "Stop squirming. Be a good girl for me and just sit there.”
But you do not listen — you roll your hips again, letting out a moan as he rubs against that sensitive spot inside you. "Jesus Christ. I told you I have work and this is fucking important."
"But I missed you and this is torture. Please, please just fu-"
He cuts you off sharply. "You always miss me, always need something. Kisses, hugs, my cock, my fucking attention. You practically live here now, your things are all over my apartment, you sleep in my bed like it’s yours. Isn’t that enough attention? You know what? I need you to get off so I can actually finish this case."
The words hurt, making your chest tighten — tears of frustration turn into something heavier and spill down your cheeks. "I didn’t mean to be annoying… I just wanted to be close to you."
"Yeah, well, wanting to be close to me doesn’t magically make my deadline disappear. I’m already behind because of distractions like this." His hand on your hip tightens even more, holding you completely still, the pressure bordering on uncomfortable. "You have your own apartment right next door. Just give me a few hours alone, for once."
You stare at him in disbelief at what you just heard. Suddenly the intimate position feels humiliating — the way you are still stretched around him while he looks at you like you are nothing but am annoyance. "You want me to leave? Like this… right now"
"I’m telling you to give me some space." With no patience left, he lifts you off him, leaving you empty and trembling. "Go to your place, take a nap, study, whatever. Just let me work."
You stand there with shaky legs, wiping away your tears, feeling small, vulnerable, and unwanted. With a quiet, trembling breath, you whisper, "…Okay."
It's past 9 PM when Jay finally steps out of his office, having finished dealing with that pile of papers. The silence hangs heavy now, normally you would be humming, curled up on the couch waiting for him, or laughing at something silly on your phone. Without you, the space feels too empty. He had been rude — way too rude — and he sees that now. He owes you an apology, so he walks over to your door, but just as he is about to knock, he notices the door is not fully closed — it’s slightly ajar, allowing him to hear low murmurs of voices.
Frowning, he pushes the door open a little more and steps inside, finding a guy standing right at the entrance to your living room, putting on a jacket. The guy turns at the sound of the door, his expression quickly shifting to surprise. "Ah, hi. You must be Jay. She talks about you a lot."
He looks over the other guy’s shoulder toward the couch where you are sitting with your knees pulled up. The guy cleans his throat, sensing the tension between the two of you. "I was just leaving… It was really nice talking to you." He gives you a small wave. "Text me if you need anything else, okay?"
You smile and wave back. "Yeah. Thanks, Jake. Drive safe."
As Jake heads for the door, Jay blocks his path. "Wait. What exactly were you doing here?"
Jake blinks, surprised by the sudden question. "She seemed pretty down when we texted, so I decided to stop by and check if she was okay. Anyway, I’m heading out. Nice to meet you, man."
He steps aside, letting Jake pass. The door closes behind him, leaving just the two of you in the suddenly too-quiet apartment.
You stand up, hugging yourself. "Jay… what are you doing here?"
The regret he felt for being so harsh with you is quickly replaced by jealousy and irritation. "I came because my place was too quiet without you. I started thinking maybe I was too hard on you earlier, but clearly you didn’t waste any time finding company."
You frown, confused by what he means. "He’s just a friend. I told you about him before, we met during my first week on campus when I accidentally walked into the wrong lecture hall. I was upset after you basically kicked me out, so I texted him. We weren’t doing anything, just talking."
Jay lets out a short, bitter laugh and steps closer. "Talking late at night like it’s a casual visit. You mentioned him before, of course, but I didn’t know you two were close enough for house calls."
The hurt from earlier mixes with frustration now. "You were so rude, Jay. You made me feel like I was an annoying pest who can’t function without your attention. I understand you’re stressed with work, but you didn’t have to push me away and kick me out like that. I felt embarrassed."
He closes even more of the distance between you, standing close enough that you can feel the jealousy radiating off him. "You’re the one who can’t sit still for five minutes without demanding something, climbing into my lap while I’m trying to meet a deadline, whimpering and squirming like a spoiled brat because you ‘missed me’."
You take a step back, but the couch hits the back of your legs. "I just wanted to be close to you."
"But the world doesn’t revolve around your need for attention. I love having you around, but today? You made it impossible for me to concentrate, and the second I ask for a few hours to actually get things done, you run straight to this Jake guy?" Jay doesn’t care that nothing happened — the image of another guy in your space, late at night, while you were upset, makes his blood boil.
"I didn’t run to him! I was crying when he got here and he just listened. Unlike you, who basically told me to leave because I’m too much."
Jay’s laugh is harsh this time, completely humorless. "Too much. Yeah, that’s one way of saying you’re a spoiled brat who demands attention every second, and the moment things get difficult, you replace me with whoever is most convenient."
Neither of you speaks for a long moment. You look away, Jay’s jaw clenches, and soon his gaze drifts from your face to the way you are hugging yourself, then lower, lingering on your bare legs. The jealousy is still burning in his chest, mixed with the memory of you sitting on his cock earlier, demanding attention, all needy.
"Come here," he says, nodding toward the couch.
You hesitate, biting your lip, which makes Jay exhale sharply and close the distance. His hand wraps around your wrist, guiding you toward the couch. "We’re not done talking about this."
He sits on the couch and pulls you closer until you are lying across his lap, your stomach pressed against his thighs. Your shirt has ridden up naturally, but he is not satisfied. "This is in the way." His fingers hook into the waistband of your shorts and panties, pulling them down and tossing them aside — leaving your ass completely bare for him.
Jay’s palm rests on one of your cheeks, squeezing the flesh possessively. "You’ve been pushing all day… needing attention, teasing me, and then Jake shows up at your place, and I’m supposed to just swallow that?" His fingers dig harder into the flesh. "You’re mine, and it’s time you learn what happens when you piss me off this much."
His hand makes slow circles over your skin, almost soothing. "How many spanks do you think you deserve for acting like this?"
Your heart races as you try to process his words — head turning slightly to look at him. "What? Are you serious?"
He meets your eyes with a firm, dark expression — one you have never seen from him before. "Very serious. You’ve been spoiled all day, teasing me on purpose. So tell me, how many do you think you deserve?"
You swallow hard, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. "I don’t know… Five? Maybe?"
Jay lets out a mocking laugh. "Five? That’s way too low, baby. You’re going to take twenty, and you’re going to count each one out loud. If you lose count or mess up, we start over. Understood?"
You hesitate but eventually whisper, "Yes… okay."
"Good girl." His hand lifts and the first spank comes without warning — firm and sharp, the sound echoing through the silence. You jolt, a surprised moan escaping you — heat spreads instantly across your bare skin, the sting stronger than you expected.
"One," you gasp.
He immediately rubs the spot in slow, soothing circles, calming the hot skin where he struck.
"Two," you say after the next spank lands on the other cheek.
Jay keeps a steady rhythm — delivering hard spanks followed by almost tender caresses. Then his fingers slide lower, tracing your wet folds, spreading them teasingly, brushing against your entrance, lightly circling your clit before pulling away.
"What a spoiled little brat," he murmurs during one of the pauses, rubbing your reddened cheeks while two fingers tease your slit again. "You’re already getting so wet… You like this, don’t you?"
You moan instead of answering, which earns you another sharp spank. "Five."
He continues, the spanks leaving marks and building heat across your ass. Now his fingers are dip inside you, moving with slow, shallow thrusts, curling just enough to brush that sensitive spot and make you clench around him desperately. But he always pulls back before you can get close to the edge.
"Six… seven… ah!"
By ten, tears prick your eyes, your thighs trembling as the sting turns into a pulsing heat.
Jay pauses longer this time, massaging your sore ass and spreading your cheeks so he can tease your entrance again. "You’re mine. When you need attention that badly, you come to me, even if I’m stressed, even if I tell you to leave." A finger pushes deep inside you, staying there while his thumb brushes your clit.
You lose track amid the overwhelming sensations and he makes you start over, just as he warned. "Back to one." During the restart, two more fingers slide inside you, moving in a torturous rhythm. "You feel how wet you are? This is what happens when you forget who you belong to."
"You’re mine. Your time, your attention, this body. I don’t share it." Spank. Soothe. Tease. "Say it."
"I’m yours," you moan.
"Louder." Another spank.
"I’m yours, Jay!"
When he finally reaches twenty, you are a trembling mess with tears streaming down your face. Jay finally pulls you up and turns you so you are sitting in his lap. His hands stay on your ass, carefully massaging the sore flesh and you press yourself against the hard bulge in his pants, burying your face in his shoulder. "You did so well, my good girl."
Jay lifts your chin, meeting your eyes. For a moment, he just looks at you — really looks at you — taking in your flushed cheeks and tear-streaked face. Then he leans in and kisses you. One hand remains on your sore ass, squeezing gently, while the other slides into your hair. He kisses you like he needs to claim every part of you — hungry, insistent, his tongue tracing your lower lip before sliding inside. You melt into him, moaning against his mouth as you start slowly grinding your hips.
He pulls back just enough to trail his mouth along your jaw, nipping at the sensitive spot below your ear. "Still so needy… even after all that." Then he kisses you again, deeper and hungrier, tongues sliding together with fervor. The hand on your ass slips between your bodies to tease your wet folds with light circles and shallow dips — keeping you right on the edge.
When he pulls away, a thin string of saliva connects you for a second before breaking. "On your knees, princess."
Obediently, you slide off his lap and kneel between his spread thighs. Jay looks down at you, one hand lazily stroking your hair as he frees himself from his pants — his cock springs out, thick, heavy, and already leaking at the tip.
"Open. Tongue out," he says, tapping your lower lip with two fingers. You open your mouth and obediently stick your tongue out. He leans forward and spits directly into your mouth. The warm, viscous saliva lands on your tongue, degrading in a way that makes you shiver. "Swallow that first," he instructs. You swallow while keeping your eyes locked on his. He nods with a satisfied hum. "Now show me how sorry you are for pushing me today."
You start with kisses along his length before dragging your tongue from base to tip. Jay groans, his fingers tightening in your hair, but he doesn't force you — not yet. His thickness stretches your lips as you finally take him into your mouth. He is big enough that you can only take about half before he hits the back of your throat. Your hand wraps around the base, stroking what does not fit in a steady rhythm.
"Fuck… that’s it," he murmurs, tilting his head back for a moment before his gaze returns to you. He doesn't want to miss a single second of this. "Look at me while you suck it."
You do, looking up at him with teary eyes, and the sight makes his cock twitch in your mouth. When you pull back to catch your breath, he slaps his cock against your tongue a few times, leaving strings of saliva connecting you, before guiding you back down. "Yeah, just like that… good girl."
Between bobs, when you pull back to breathe, you say breathlessly, "I’m sorry for distracting you and for Jake being here." Then he guides you down again.
Jay’s hips start moving, pushing a little deeper and testing your limits. Tears continue to prick your eyes from the stretch, but you keep going, hollowing your cheeks and moaning around him.
When he finally gets close, Jay’s grip tightens, his thighs tense, and his breathing becomes ragged. "I’m going to come. Don’t waste it, swallow everything." You nod around him, doubling your efforts and with a deep groan, he comes down your throat — thick, hot pulses that you swallow eagerly, not letting a single drop escape.
He pulls out slowly, a string of saliva and cum connecting your lips to the tip before it breaks. "Open your mouth. Show me."
You open your mouth, sticking your tongue out to prove you swallowed everything. “That’s my good girl.”
He helps you up, pulls you back into his lap, and kisses you, tasting himself on your tongue. Your hips start moving on their own, pressing against the growing hardness beneath you that makes Jay groan into your mouth, one hand sliding down to grab your bare ass and guide your movements.
"Still not satisfied? Such a greedy little thing." Even though he just came, his cock is already stirring again, hardening beneath you as your wet pussy slides along his length.
You gasp against his mouth, your hands gripping his shoulders. "Jay… I need you so bad."
He answers by kissing you again, but soon pulls back to meet your eyes. "Then take what you want."
You don’t hesitate, not even for a second. Rising on shaky knees, you reach down and align the thick head of his cock against your entrance, and slowly you sink down, gasping at the stretch and every inch that fills you. The lack of a barrier makes him feel impossibly thicker than the last time in his office — hotter, more intimate. The spanked skin of your ass burns as you settle fully against his thighs.
"Fuck," Jay hisses, his head falling back against the couch for a moment as his hands grip your hips hard enough to leave bruises, holding you fully impaled on him. "So wet… so fucking tight like this."
You start moving, rolling your hips in a slow, deep rhythm, the angle letting you feel every ridge and vein raw inside you, pulling broken moans from your throat. One of his hands slips under your shirt to caress one tit while the other stays on your ass, squeezing the soft flesh in time with your movements. The mix of pleasure and stinging burn makes everything more intense.
"That’s right," he growls, thrusting up to meet you. "This is what you wanted all day, isn’t it? My attention. My cock." You lean forward, kissing him messily while you bounce, moving your hips faster.
With a low curse, he wraps his arms around you and suddenly flips you, laying you down on the couch cushions, driving him even deeper which pulls a sharp cry from you.
Now he is on top, pinning you beneath him — one of your legs hooked over his shoulder as he starts thrusting into you with deep, powerful strokes — hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt each time and the lack of a condom lets you feel every raw inch.
Clinging to his back, your nails dig in as the pleasure borders on overwhelming. Jay’s face hovers above yours, his hair damp with sweat falling into his eyes. Rhythm falters for a second as he looks at you, something darker flashing across his face, the jealousy from earlier — the image of Jake leaving your apartment — has not disappeared. "Are you on the pill?"
You shake your head, breathless, barely able to form words between moans. "No, I’m not."
He thrusts harder, hitting deep against your cervix as if to emphasize the point. "Good," he growls, eyes locked on yours. "Actually, fucking perfect. Maybe I’ll knock you up tonight, put a baby in you so you won’t even think about another guy like Jake. You’ll stay right here with me, we’ll have a beautiful family, me, you, and our kids. No more distractions."
The words should have shocked you, but in the heat of the moment — with him fucking you raw, his body claiming yours completely — they only send a fresh wave of arousal through you. Moaning loudly, your legs tightening around his waist. "Jay… fuck—"
He groans at your reaction, his hips moving harder. "You like that idea, don’t you? My cum deep inside you, getting you pregnant so everyone knows you’re claimed." One of his hands slides down to press lightly against your stomach, as if he can already imagine it.
The couch creaks beneath you both, the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet noises of him fucking you filling the room. Jay’s earlier irritation fuels every deep thrust, but so does possessiveness — the need to claim you completely after the stressful day. He presses you deeper into the cushions, his hips moving in a way that grinds against your clit with every stroke.
When you finally come, it is intense — your walls contracting tightly around his cock as you scream his name. Jay follows right after, burying himself as deep as possible, and you feel the hot pulses of his cum filling you, thick and warm.
For long minutes, Jay simply holds you — kissing your neck, your jaw, your swollen lips — his cock softening slowly inside you, but as the minutes stretch on, you feel him coming back to life, pulsing against your sensitive walls. "Already?" There is a playful tone in your voice.
"I can’t help it." He moves, pressing one last kiss to your mouth before slowly pulling out. You moan at the loss, feeling his cum start to leak out of you, but his hand quickly reaches down to push it back inside you with two fingers. "Don’t waste it."
He leans back on the couch, stroking himself until he is fully hard again. "Turn around. Hands on the backrest."
You obey, your body trembling as you shift position, kneeling on the cushions, gripping the top of the backrest and arching your back slightly while Jay moves behind you, his gaze fixed on the evidence of the earlier spanking — your cheeks still red with visible handprints — as one of his palms smooths reverently over the heated skin before squeezing firmly.
"Fuck, look at this… Still so red from your lesson." His cock brushes against your entrance before he thrusts deep inside you in one powerful stroke, the new position letting him sink even deeper as the head of his cock presses against spots that make your toes curl drawing a loud moan from you while you grip the backrest tighter as he bottoms out.
Jay starts fucking you with firm, powerful thrusts — deep and deliberate, the couch creaking beneath you both — as every thrust makes your sore ass bounce and the red marks darken even more with the impact, his eyes unable to leave them while his thumbs press into the soft flesh, pulling you back onto his cock repeatedly.
"These marks… they look so good on you." Without warning, he lands a hard, stinging spank on your right cheek, the already sensitive skin making you cry out and clench hard around his cock as Jay groans at the sensation, his hips stuttering for a moment before he resumes his deep rhythm.
He gives your left cheek another spank, making you writhe and moan again as you push back against him desperately despite the burn — or maybe because of it — the mix of pain and pleasure making you even wetter, the previous creampie turning everything obscenely wet and messy.
"That’s it," he praises, smoothing his hands over the fresh marks he just added. "Squirm for me. I love how sensitive you are right here." He gives you one more spank, lighter this time but still enough to make you shudder, and immediately soothes the area with his hands, massaging the sore flesh while he continues thrusting deep and hard from behind.
Jay leans over you, bracing one hand on the back of the couch beside yours while the other reaches down to rub tight circles on your clit. His chest presses against your back, his lips brushing your ear as he speaks between thrusts. "You’re going to take every drop again, princess. I’m going to give you my babies, keep you so full you won’t even think about anyone else."
When you come again — hard, your vision blurring from the overwhelming sensations — Jay follows right behind, burying himself deep with a groan and flooding you with another load of hot cum. He stays inside you for a long time afterward, thrusting slowly through the aftershocks.
Finally, he pulls out carefully and pulls you into his arms, stroking your back in slow, gentle movements. "You’re a mess, princess. Come on, let me take care of you."
He stands up with you in his arms and carries you to the bathroom. Once inside, he turns on the shower, adjusts the temperature, and removes the rest of both your clothes before guiding you under the hot spray with him where the water cascades over you both. Jay takes his body wash, lathers it between his hands, and runs them over your skin — being extra careful around your sensitive ass, massaging the foam in light circles that ease some of the sting.
"Maybe I was a little too rough tonight," he says, his hands moving along your thighs, cleaning away the evidence of the many rounds. "Work stress got to me, and then seeing Jake… I took it out on you more than I should have. You handled it really well, but I’m sorry if it was too much."
You lean back against his chest, letting the water rinse off the soap as you tilt your head to look at him. "It hurt… but it also felt good. In a weird way. I just hated feeling like I was bothering you earlier. I didn’t want to annoy you while you were working. I just… missed you a lot."
After rinsing you, he turns off the shower, wraps you in a towel first, then himself and dries you carefully, paying extra attention to your ass and rubbing some soothing lotion he finds in the cabinet. "There. Better?"
"Much better," you admit, reaching up to touch his face. "Thank you for taking care of me like this."
He leans down and kisses your forehead. "You make it easy to want to take care of you." Pulling you closer, his voice shifting to something even calmer and more sincere. "I don’t know what I’d do without you around. I can’t imagine coming home and not having you here like this. You just… fit. Right here with me."
You hug him tightly, burying your face in his chest. "I feel the same. I always want to be close to you because you make everything feel better."
Smiling against your hair, Jay guides you to the bed and pulls the covers back, lying down beside you to pull you close against his chest. One arm wraps around you securely, his hand rests gently on your ass — not squeezing, just warm and protective over the sensitive skin.
You snuggle even closer, your leg draped over his as exhaustion finally takes over completely. "Stay the night?" you ask sleepily.
"Wouldn’t dream of leaving," His fingers trace lazy circles on your back until your breathing evens out and you fall asleep.
Next morning you stir slowly, feeling the pleasant ache in your muscles and Jay’s heavy arm draped over your waist, his body curled protectively against your back. He feels you waking up and trails lazy kisses along your shoulder before moving up the side of your neck. "Good morning, baby," he murmurs, his voice still rough with sleep as his hand slides to your stomach. "Sleep well?"
You turn in his arms, smiling despite the slight soreness when you move, and reach up to brush the messy hair from his forehead. "Yes… thanks to you."
He leans in and kisses you properly — slow and sweet, the kind of kiss that makes you melt. At this point, he couldn't care less that neither of you had brushed your teeth yet. "You were incredible last night. Let me make it up to you a little more with breakfast."
Jay borrows a pair of your sweatpants that look comically tight on his incredibly nice ass, making you laugh as he models them. In the kitchen, you work side by side like so many mornings before — he cracks eggs for scrambled eggs while you toast bread and slice fruit. Small touches are stolen throughout: a hand on your lower back as he reaches past you, a quick kiss on your temple when you hand him the salt shaker, a playful bump of his hip against yours.
"You’re in a good mood today," you tease, leaning against the counter while he plates the food.
"I can’t help it when I wake up next to you." He sets the plates on the table and pulls you in for another kiss before you both sit down.
After eating, you start getting ready for college and he for the office. Jay kisses you one more time before heading back to his apartment next door to get ready for work. You take a long shower and, once dressed in jeans and a comfortable blouse, you step out into the hallway at the same time he does, looking impeccable in his work clothes.
He quickly pulls you in for a proper goodbye, hands gently cradling your face as he kiss your forehead, lingering there for a long moment. "Have a good day at class. Text me when you’re done." With one last soft kiss on your lips, he pulls away with a smile. "See you later, princess."
College passes in a whirlwind of classes and notes, but your mind keeps drifting back to Jay — the way he holds you, the sweet words, the kisses. He has not sent many messages during the day, which is a little unusual, but you figure he must be busy at work.
When you finally get home in the early evening, you step into the elevator and press the button for the third floor. Just before the doors close, a woman you have never seen in the building before enters, but something about her face seems vaguely familiar.
The woman smiles politely as the elevator starts moving. Curiosity gets the better of you and before you can stop yourself, you ask, "Hi… do you live here? I’ve been in the building for about two months and I don’t think I’ve seen you around."
She nods, laughing lightly. "Yes, I do, but I’ve been away on a work trip. I’m a lawyer and a complicated case kept me out of town longer than expected. I actually got back this morning."
"Wow. That sounds intense… By the way, my name is y/n. Nice to meet you."
The woman’s smile widens. "Nice to meet you too. Jay has already told me about you. He’s mentioned his sweet neighbor a few times."
Your heart flutters with joy — Jay talked about you to the neighbors. It feels special, like proof that you are really becoming a bigger part of his life. "He did? That’s nice to hear."
The elevator dings on the third floor and you both step out together. A small flicker of confusion crosses your mind — she is going the same way — but you don’t think much of it. Maybe she lives farther down the hall.
Then you see Jay standing there and your face lights up immediately. He hadn't texted you all day, and seeing him now makes excitement bubble up inside you. You walk toward him with a radiant smile.
At the same moment, the woman also walks straight up to him. When she reaches him, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him — a deep, familiar, affectionate kiss. Jay’s hands settle on her waist automatically as he eagerly kisses her back.
The world stops.
Your feet freeze mid-step and everything inside you turns cold and numb. It takes a moment for your brain to process what you are seeing, but then the pieces fall into place with painful clarity. That was Jay’s wife. The woman in the Polaroid photo he casually said was his "sister." The late-night calls he claimed were from the office. The feminine body wash he said belonged to his mom. The distant restaurant he took you to on your first date, probably so no one nearby would recognize him. The way the doorman sometimes looked at you with that judgmental expression, like he knew something — he did. All the small inconsistencies you had ignored because you were so blinded by how gentle and attentive he seemed.
Every sweet word, every touch, every promise of "you’re mine" had been built on lies. He was married. His heart already belonged to someone else, and you had been nothing but a convenient distraction from the apartment next door — blind, eager, and so in love with the version of him he showed you that you never saw the truth.
Jay’s eyes meet yours over his wife’s shoulder, and for a fraction of a second, something like panic or guilt flashes across his face. The shock turns into pure pain, making you practically run to your door as you fumble for your keys while hot tears blur your vision.
You lean against the door, sliding down to the floor as sobs begin to escape you. Your chest hurts as if someone had ripped a hole in it. All the cute moments — the kisses, the touches, the date, the bouquet — turn ugly and humiliating in your memory.
You cry hard, knees pulled up to your chest, as disappointment turns into shame for having fallen so completely for the man who made you feel special, desired, and loved… and it was all a lie.
The thin walls allow you to hear muffled voices — his wife asking about his day, the normalcy of their conversation only making everything worse. You press your hands over your ears, trying to block out the sound, but the damage is already done. Your heart is shattered.
The man you had grown so attached to — the one who held you so tenderly after sex, who made you breakfast and promised more comfortable days like that — was someone else’s husband, and you had been the other woman without even knowing it.
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍 ✴︎ You and Heeseung went to a dinner party but you got jealous of the other couples and mad at Heeseung because he didn't show you off like how other husbands did. So in forgiveness, he ate you out in the car.
Warning : 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 : oral[f rec] oversensitivity car sex semi-public sex dirty talk multiple orgasms squirting edging fingering
🪷° Haze' notes : I felt so bad for not writing for my hee for a very long time so here is a juicy smut!! Hope you enjoy!! [Not proofread]
“How long are you going to stay mad for?” You just look away from your husband, ignoring his attempts to talk to you. “At least look at me, beautiful..”
He had messed up at the dinner table today with his friends. While everyone complimented their wives, having their hands all over their partner and stealing little kisses, Heeseung did none of that for you.
To say the least, you were mad.. Jealous even. Could he not have complimented you just once at the table? Maybe show you off a little and say how proud he is of you like the other husbands did?
Could he not have at least kissed you lovingly or laughed with you at the table?
He suddenly pulled over on the deserted road, turning the car off. You frown and turn to him only to see his eyes have now darkened and his jaw clenched. “Beautiful, will you only calm down after seeing me on my knees?” He unbuckled his seatbelt and helped you with yours, not touching you if you didn’t want to be touched.
You like him like this, frustrated and irritated. The way his jaw clenches always had you dripping down your thighs, no matter the place. He pulled you out and helped you get into the backseat, pushing the passenger and the driving seat forward to make some space so he could kneel right between your thighs.
“I know you are mad about me not complimenting you like how the other guys did.. I’m sorry, baby..” He started, not daring to move his eyes any lower than yours even though your soaking heat was right in front of his face. You stare down at him with butterflies in your stomach, your heart racing.
“What will it take for you to forgive me, beautiful?” His hands came up to your thigh, squeezing your soft flesh gently. Your breath bitched as you see the lust and control in his eyes. You needed him so badly but you were still mad. Your scent driving him crazy, he pressed his hands higher, reaching the hem of your dress.
“Would you like me please you, darling? Make you come a river on my tongue?” He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew the exact effect he had on you, kneeling in front of you, worshipping you, he knew you loved it and he loved doing it. When he got no reply from you, he smirked, leaning to press gentle kisses on the curve of your legs, feeling you tense under him.
Your eyes turn hazy with need, as you stare at him worshiping you like a goddess. “Hee..” He froze for a second, trying to believe that you actually spoke after not speaking for 3 hours. “Yes, beautiful? Tell me what you need..” His kisses left a trail of fire as he climbed up your inner thighs, his hands gently lifting your dress till they bunch around your stomach, leaving you completely soaked and right in front of his face.
“Fuck, you are soaked baby.. Is this all for me?” He didn’t touch you, didn’t even look at your core but the scent of your arousal told him everything you needed to know. “I hate you.. Asshole.” He simply chuckled and shook his head, kissing right on the line of your laced panty but not where you needed it the most.
“This asshole will make you go to heaven, beautiful.. Just say the words.” Goosebumps spread all over your body as you squirm under his kisses, trying to get him when you wanted him the most. “Hee, I swear—” A moan broke through your lips when he simply pressed his nose against your clothed clit, taking in your scent.
“Mine.. all of me and no one else.”
You throw your head back, the anger melting away from your body. You needed him and you needed him now. Your hands shoot up to tangle in his hair, tugging him closer to your heat, silently begging him to just tear the fabric and eat you out.
“Ah-ah, so impatient.. Tell me what you want, love.” Your cheeks heat up from embarrassment and arousal. He really wanted to hear it from you, huh? “I need your mouth, hee—please!”
That’s all he needed to pull back and rip your lace fabric before he grabbed your thighs and dove in like a thirsty beast. No soft foreplay, just plain need. Your free hand flies to your mouth to muffle the intense screen that erupted your throat, gasping as he sucks and bites at your sensitive flesh.
“Hee—omg! ah—ah—Fuck!” The obscure sounds of slurping and both of your moans combined just made you wetter. “So delicious, beautiful.” He suddenly darted his tongue out and shoved it inside you, eating you out from the inside.
You scream as your hips jerk on his face. Your eyes shut with your head thrown back against the leather seat. You didn't care about how loud you were being, your mind turned into a mush.
His fingers held you down on the seat as you tried to squirm away, your thighs shivering harshly around his shoulder.
“Hee—‘m coming!” You warn him, your hips twitching at the sensitivity but his arms held you down, throwing your thighs around his shoulders so there was no space between you and him.
“Come for me, baby.” He groaned, abusing your clit and your hole. “Let go, beautiful.” On his command, your entire body tensed, your thighs shivering harshly as your first orgasm washed over you. A loud moan which you muffled echoed the car, feeling Heeseung groan in your pussy, he drank your juices up and cleaned you up with his tongue.
He softened down and helped you ride your high, sucking gently as you twitch violently, getting too oversensitive. “Hee! No-–fuck,” You push his head back, making him chuckle.
“Not yet, love. I'm not done with you.” He just dove right back in without mercy, sucking and biting at your already sensitive clit which shot electricity up your body. You scream as you muffle your mouth with your own palm, your fingers tightening on his hair.
It was too much for your body to bear as your thighs squeezed his head, trying to close but he just moaned at the pleasure and pulled your thighs apart swiftly, sucking you dry from the inside.
Just when you thought you were about to come again, he pulled back, staring at you with a smirk. Your eyes fly open and stare down at him in shock of being denied. “Hee—what—”
“You don't get to come until I command you, baby.”
He dove right back in before you could even process what he ordered. Your eyes flutter shut but his intense stare on you from below forced them open as you maintain eye contact while getting tongue fucked by your husband.
He took his right hand off your waist and brought them down, focusing his tongue on your clit as he shoved two fingers inside you, forcing you open harshly. You yelp in pain and throw your head back, his fingers working overtime to loosen you.
You felt him groan in your pussy as your gummy walls clench around his digits harshly, trying to suck more in even though it couldn't take it.
“Bad girl.. look at you.” He smirked and continued to piston his fingers in your cunt while you were going crazy on the seat, a tight knot building in your stomach again. Heeseung immediately understood but this time didn't stop. Wanting to be merciful because at the end of the day, you had to forgive him.
“Fuck, i feel you clenching around me, baby. Fuc—keep doing it—” He gasped and forced a third finger in, earning a loud scream of his name from your sweet lips. “Come for me, honey.”
Your body reacted before your mind did, squirting all over his face as you yelp and moan in your palm, your eyes rolling to the back of your mind at the intensity of your orgasm. He did take you to heaven. Heeseung lapped up everything like a thirsty dog and finally stood up after making you explode on his tongue.
“No more—hee! stop—ugh!” You try to finally push his head back because you knew he wouldn't get back on his own, too drunk on your pussy.
“Alright, alright, darling..” He chuckled from below, looking up at you before wiping his mouth with the back of his palm. You looked down to see him looking up at you with love in his eyes. Pure love and adoration. “Don't look at me like that.. I look like a mess.” You groan and cover your face, wiping your face gently to make sure your mascara doesn't smudge.
“My mess.. You look very pretty, baby.” He gently took your legs off his shoulder and awkwardly got up in the car, carefully sitting in the seat so he wouldn't bump his head on the roof of the car. You weakly fix your dress, feeling your orgasm leak onto the leather seat.
“You made a mess, sweetie.. I'll have to get this car deep cleaned.” You just smack his head weakly as he pulled you on his lap, caressing your waist while you place your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes.
“Has my beautiful wife forgiven me now?”
“...”
“Baby?”
Heeseung looked down at you to see you already passed out on his shoulders. Smiling gently, he simply placed his head on yours and closed his eyes, letting you sleep for a while on his lap before he drives the both of you back home.
warnings - smut (mdni 18+), p in v, needy!jake, taking it from behind, jake covers her mouth, semi!public sex, bathroom sex, needy sex, bedroom sex, loud sex, reader gets REALLY loud when they go to the bed, jake is really really needy at first then reader gets needy, i can't think of anything else
word count - 1.9k
💌 ask claudia - this is my first fic, ive been gatekeeping it for a while but it's finally finished... wish me luck
The yacht cut smoothly through the dark water as the evening stretched on, its lights reflecting off the waves while the long table on the main deck remained filled with laughter and the clink of glasses.
Jake sat at the head, his employees gathered around him in their finest attire, discussing the latest collections and upcoming campaigns. You occupied the seat beside him in your fitted dress, aware of every shift in his posture and the way his eyes kept drifting toward you even as he answered questions from his team.
The main course arrived, plates arranged with precision, yet Jake's attention had already begun to slip. His hand found your thigh beneath the tablecloth, fingers pressing with increasing insistence as the conversation continued around you. He leaned in close, his voice low enough that only you could hear. "Come with me."
He stood without drawing attention, offering a polite excuse to the group before guiding you away from the table. His grip on your wrist remained steady as he led you along the narrow corridor and into the small guest bathroom tucked away from the main areas.
The door shut behind you both with a soft click, sealing the two of you inside the cramped space barely large enough for one person to turn around comfortably.
Jake turned you to face the small mirror above the sink. His chest pressed against your back as one hand rose to cover your mouth completely, palm warm and firm.
"Stay quiet," he murmured against your ear. His other hand moved to the zipper of your dress, drawing it down slowly until the fabric slipped from your shoulders and pooled at your feet.
He worked methodically, removing your bra next and then your panties, leaving you bare in the confined space. His fingers traced over your exposed skin in slow, reassuring strokes. "Breathe through your nose. I've got you."
He freed his cock, already hard and heavy, and positioned you so that you bent forward over the tiny sink. The angle brought your bodies close, forcing him to work within the limited room. He nudged your thighs apart with his knee and pushed inside you in one deliberate, unhurried thrust.
Your muffled sound vibrated against his palm as he filled you completely. "Shhh, good girl," he whispered, his hips beginning a measured rock. "Take it. Nice and easy."
Each movement stayed controlled despite the urgency building in him. His free hand rested on your hip, stroking in steady circles while he ground deeper with each pass. The bathroom walls left little room for anything beyond this close, grinding rhythm, yet he maintained the pace with care. "You're doing so well. So tight around me. Just like that."
His hand stayed locked over your mouth, catching every sound you made as he worked himself in and out. His breathing grew heavier against your neck, but his touch never lost its gentleness even as his need drove him forward.
Minutes passed in the small space, the only sounds the soft wet slide of his cock and the faint creak of the sink under your weight. He adjusted his stance slightly, angling deeper without increasing speed, letting the confined quarters dictate the slow, steady friction.
"Almost there," he breathed, voice tight with restraint. His fingers tightened on your hip in reassurance as he continued the careful thrusts, drawing out the moment until his own release built to its peak.
Jake came with a low, controlled groan, his cock pulsing deep inside you as he held you steady against the sink. He stayed pressed close for several long seconds, letting the aftershocks pass while his hand remained over your mouth.
When he finally pulled out, he reached for a towel and cleaned you with gentle, thorough strokes, wiping away the evidence of what had just happened. "There we go. All taken care of."
He helped you step back into your dress, fastening the zipper and smoothing the fabric over your body. Your hair stayed slightly mussed and your cheeks flushed, but he adjusted what he could before opening the door.
The two of you returned to the dining deck without drawing extra notice. Jake's employees glanced up briefly but quickly returned to their conversations, the weight of his authority keeping any questions unspoken. He pulled out your chair once more, his hand resting possessively on your lower back as you sat.
The meal continued around you, the secret of the cramped bathroom encounter remaining between the two of you alone.
The dinner continued, but the atmosphere had shifted for you. While the conversation around the table flowed with the usual corporate polish, you felt the lingering heat of Jake inside you and the ghost of his palm against your lips.
Every time you shifted in your seat, the friction of your dress against your sensitive skin reminded you of exactly what had happened only minutes prior.
Jake was the picture of composure- he engaged with his lead designer, gesturing with a wine glass as he discussed the autumn palette, but his hand never left your lower back. His thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against your spine, a possessive claim that signaled to you—and only you—that you were still under his complete control.
As the dessert course was served, Jake leaned in, his shoulder brushing yours. "You're shaking, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice a low vibration that sent a shiver straight to your core. "Are you still feeling the effects of our little break?"
You tried to offer a small nod, but your breath hitched. The risk of being discovered, combined with the lingering intensity of his dominance, had left you in a state of floating vulnerability. He noticed the way your chest rose and fell rapidly, and a small, knowing smirk played on his lips. He didn't move his hand; instead, he slid it slightly lower, his fingers grazing the top of your buttocks beneath the fabric of your dress.
"I think we've spent enough time on business for one evening," Jake announced to the table, his voice regaining that commanding, CEO tone that brooked no argument. "Thank you all for your hard work. Please, enjoy the remaining refreshments and the view. My assistant will coordinate your transport back to the docks in the morning."
The employees rose, offering their gratitude and compliments on the evening. As the group dispersed toward the lounge area of the yacht, Jake didn't let you move. He stood, his hand gripping your waist firmly, pulling you flush against his side. He waited until the deck was clear of any prying eyes before he leaned down, his lips brushing your ear.
"The bathroom was a necessity, but now," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, "I want you properly. No rushing, no hiding, and no more muffling your screams."
He led you away from the main deck, guiding you through the opulent corridors of the yacht toward the master suite. The walk felt agonizingly slow, the anticipation building with every step. When he opened the heavy mahogany doors to his bedroom, the room was bathed in the soft, golden glow of recessed lighting, the massive bed centered in the room with silk sheets that looked invitingly cool.
The moment the door clicked shut, the "gentle" facade of the dinner party vanished, replaced by a raw, hungry intensity. Jake didn't waste time. He spun you around, pinning you against the closed door. His hands moved to your throat—not to choke, but to hold you steady, his thumb pressing into the soft dip of your neck.
"Look at me," he commanded.You looked up into his eyes, seeing the predatory hunger there. He didn't wait for a response before his mouth crashed onto yours, the kiss deep and demanding, tasting of expensive wine and desperation. His hand slid down from your neck, ripping the zipper of your dress down once more with a sharp, decisive tug. The fabric fell away, leaving you exposed in the dim light of the suite.
He stepped back for a moment, his gaze raking over your body, lingering on your flushed chest and the way your legs trembled. "You were such a good girl in that bathroom," he praised, his voice thick. "So quiet. So obedient. Now, I want to see exactly how much you missed me while we were pretending to be professional."
He gripped your hips and hoisted you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried you the short distance to the bed, dropping you onto the silk sheets with a soft thud. He stripped out of his suit with efficient movements, tossing his jacket and shirt aside until he stood over you, hard and imposing.
He crawled over you, his weight pressing you deep into the mattress. He didn't go for your center immediately; instead, he began to map your body with his tongue, licking a path from your collarbone down to your breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipples until they were peaking hard. You arched your back, a loud moan escaping you—a sound you had been forced to swallow earlier.
"That's it," he groaned against your skin. "Let me hear you. No one is listening now."He moved lower, his fingers parting your folds, finding you already soaking wet from the anticipation. He slid two fingers inside you, mimicking the rhythm he'd used in the bathroom, but this time it was faster, more aggressive. He watched your face, savoring the way your eyes rolled back and your breath came in jagged gasps.
When he finally positioned himself, he didn't slide in slowly this time. He gripped your thighs, pinning them back toward your shoulders, and drove into you with one powerful, deep thrust that filled you to the brink. You cried out, the sound echoing in the quiet room, your fingers clawing at the silk sheets.
Jake groaned, his forehead resting against yours, his breathing heavy and synchronized with yours. He began to move, his pace relentless and demanding, driving into you with a force that made the entire bed shift. Every thrust was a claim, a reminder that while he was the CEO to the world, here, in the privacy of his suite, he was your absolute master.
"You're mine," he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. "Every inch of you... mine."
He continued to hammer into you, the friction building into an unbearable heat. He reached down, his thumb finding your clitoris and rubbing in a tight, fast circle as he continued to fuck you deep. The double stimulation was too much; you shattered first, your internal muscles clamping tight around him in a series of violent spasms.
The feeling of your orgasm triggered his own. Jake let out a guttural roar, his body stiffening as he delivered several final, deep lunges, emptying himself inside you with a force that left you both breathless and spent.
He collapsed on top of you, his heart drumming against your chest. For a long time, neither of you spoke, the only sound the distant lap of the ocean against the hull of the yacht. Eventually, he shifted, rolling to the side but keeping you tucked firmly against his chest, his arm draped possessively over your waist.
"Tomorrow," he whispered, kissing your temple, "you're staying in my office all day. I think we have a lot more 'business' to attend to."
as a result of that night (and many nights before), heeseung had become obsessed with the idea of getting you pregnant. he couldn't even imagine it without getting uncomfortably hard in his pants.
every night when he ravished you, be it from pent up anger or pure need, the immense pleasure was nothing but a bonus to the real reward: getting to see you glowing and swollen with his child. he stopped letting you suck him off, making sure you're always on the receiving end of pleasure. he'd thrust fast, head thrown back and fingertips digging into your hips, eager to finish inside you, to grant even the slightest chance of him impregnating you.
he started hyperfixating on your tits, cheeks reddening just at the sight of you in a skimpy tank top or an old thin shirt that outlined your peaked nipples. he'd imagine them tender and full of milk, a physical sign of conception. he'd cough awkwardly before speed walking to the bathroom to shove his hand in his pants.
on a more pg note, heeseung had now started experiencing barely restrained cuteness aggression whenever there was a baby nearby. one time, he got a rare day off from work and you dragged him with you to the park – the park crawling with toddlers. every time he saw one waddling over to their parents, he had to will his eyes to not widen in awe.
point is: heeseung had a bad case of baby fever.
he genuinely thought you were oblivious to his whole.. predicament. but you had never been more sure of anything in your life. you noticed the pink cheeks, the tent in his sweats, the things he'd mutter during sex:
"make you a mama.."
"gonna fill you up so good.."
"fuck, please take this.."
you weren't stupid, and he wasn't very subtle either. it was endearing how the supposed 'scary boss' could be reduced to such a sap when it came to conceiving.
a week later, he'd just finished an especially long day at work, the fatigue clear on his face. for once, he wasn't in a rush to undress you and push you down on the bed. instead, he grabbed your wrist wordlessly and walked lazily to your shared bedroom. you waited, but he didn't give you any commands like he usually did.
"need you, baby." finally, something familiar. except there was no authority in his voice, just surrender. the gears shifted in your mind. lee heeseung.. wanted you to initiate this? oh, you were absolutely going to abuse this opportunity.
"strip," you say this time. he obeys without question, shrugging his blazer off and unbuttoning his shirt.
when he was bare from the waist up, your fingers grazed the fastening of his pants, toying with the zipper and grinding the bulge against the heel of your palm. he let out a shudder. you undid his belt, tossing it onto the floor where it landed with a metallic thump and slid his slacks down his legs.
he hummed, low and knowing. "i remember wanting to try something with that.." he says, eyeing the belt you just discarded. you knew that tone all too well. seems like your reign of dominance was short lived.
your clothes disappeared one by one, all but your panties, which he hastily shoved aside. he hissed and bit his lip at the sight of your glistening entrance.
"look at that.. gorgeous." he emphasized his words by running his middle finger along the slippery slit. "so fucking wet for me.." you try to rub against his finger, desperate for contact, but he pulls away with a chuckle. "wait, sweetheart."
with that, he kicks off his boxers and grabs the belt from the floor. "hands and knees, baby." you settle into the familiar position, quietly aware of what's coming. heeseung groans as his hand wraps around his dick, pumping himself a couple times. "you just tell me if it hurts, mkay?" you nod.
he glides his thumb over the beads of precum on his tip and spreads your legs before plunging in. you moan at the lack of prep but take it regardless. a few seconds later, there's a harsh sting on your ass, one much harder than just his palm. you whimper in both pain and pleasure, the dual sensation of his thrusts and the belt ecstatic.
when you show no signs of discomfort, he leans down – pressing his chest against your back – and kisses the spot under your ear. "taking it so well, taking me so well.. m'gonna give you my kids tonight. i promise." you nod mindlessly, your senses completely overwhelmed in the best ways.
he sits back up and grips your hips, pushing you back to match his erratic pace. heeseung's whispered curses are the only sound in the room besides the slapping of skin and the occasional creak of the bed. you bite your lip to stay quiet, hands clawing frantically at the sheets for some sort of grounding. his cock pressed against all the right spots inside you and you teetered closer to the edge with every passing second.
"hee.. gonna cum-" before the words finish leaving your mouth, his pace doubles in speed.
"me too, baby. m'so close." your eyes roll back, back arching as you finish with a borderline pornographic moan. his hips thrust a hoarse yelp is ripped from his throat as he spills his load deep inside you. both of you don't move, just panting against each other and coming down from your highs.
heeseung gives you a shallow thrust before pulling out completely and flopping down on the bed next to you. the belt lays forgotten as the foot of the bed as he pulls you against his chest, kissing you gently all over your face. "so perfect for me.. my perfect girl." almost like a habit, his hand rests on your lower stomach, unthinkingly rubbing the skin like he can already imagine the life blooming in there.
in a rare moment of vulnerability, he buries his face in your neck and mutters: "why aren't you pregnant yet..?" your eye twitches when his voice cracks. "i've been filling you up for weeks now.. just give me a baby, please."
your fingers tangle in his hair, scratching his scalp lightly and kissing his hairline. "it will happen soon, baby. we can keep trying." he nods but it was almost unconvinced, like he already felt defeated.
it wasn't until a week later when you both realized how wrong he was.
you woke up on sunday morning feeling like absolute shit. extreme nausea and vomitting, a deep ache in your bones that didn't want to go away no matter what painkillers you took. of course, heeseung was there for you; holding your hair back as you crouched over the toilet, or running off to the pharmacy, but a part of him was silently praying that this was he thought it was.
he returned from the pharmacy ten minutes later, finding you right where he left you in the bathroom. he passed you some pills he bought and.. a pregnancy test. you looked up at him. "seriously? do you think..?" he nods.
"it's worth a shot." he steps out of the bathroom, giving you privacy to do the test. the door opens a couple minutes later, the stick laying on the counter. "results in three minutes," you whisper. while waiting, you quietly admit: "my period was due four days ago." his breath hitches right as the timer he set on his phone goes off.
two lines.
the tears filled in both your eyes before you could stop them – heeseung fell to his knees right in front of you, forehead resting against your stomach. he kissed the spot multiple times, muttering hushed thank yous.
and that's exactly how you ended up here: eight months pregnant with a heeseung that would rarely leave your side. the aforementioned side effects of baby fever he was suffering from had intensified tenfold. even in pregnancy, he still made sure you felt good.
he would spend hours going down on you, head buried between your thighs thanking you for the best gift he's received. even when you'd already cum three times and you begged him to stop, he stroke your hipbone, coaxing another orgasm from you while whispering: "one more. i know i can do it, baby." but it would never be just one more.
your body's curves became accentuated with the extra weight, only fueling his obsession with your tits. he'd come up behind you while cooking or washing dishes and cup the plush flesh in his hands. when he's going to bed? you know his hands will be on them by morning.
he took as many days off from work as possible (which was a lot considering he's his own boss) to stay at home with you, cooking for you, massaging you, or comforting you when you felt especially sick. honestly, you couldn't ask for a better partner.
and when it was all over? your little boy, heejae, was finally in your arms. albeit exhausting, the first few months were the best months of your lives. heeseung took a.. very extended paternity leave and was at home 24/7. he helped with the baby a ton, but he was a bit distracted at times.
"nngh- fuck! i could stay here forever.." he had successfully found a new target on your body – your breasts. the same ones that he worshipped before were now swollen, tender, and always leaking. god, it was even better in front of him that it was in his fantasies. currently, his face was shoved in your chest, sucking and toying with your engorged nipples, hand stroking himself furiously.
"mmmh, putting that baby in you was the best thing i've ever done, shit-!" his orgasm crashes over him hard, cum shooting onto your stomach with a throaty groan. you just bite your lip in response. recovering from his haze, he gives you that smug half smirk before collecting his release onto his fingers and shoving it into your mouth. when you part your lips to show him you swallowed, he rewards you with a series of gentle kisses.
"i love you so much," he murmurs.
"mm, love you too, hee."
when he wasn't busy getting off and remembered he actually had fatherly duties, he was pretty useful. he would clean up spilled food, bathe, and even change diapers. he made sure he was there for all the firsts: first steps, first words..
"yn! he just said dada!" when you rushed over, heeseung cooed for his boy to say it again. "heejae, say it again. daaaaa.. daaa.." he just babbled again before saying something that sounded dangerously close to mama. heeseung deadpans.
"no, i'm serious! he said it before." you laugh.
"whatever you say."
heejae was only six months old when heeseung decided he wanted more. one evening, after tucking heejae into his cot, heeseung found his hands roaming your breasts and stomach again, a habit he'd developed during your pregnancy.
"hm?" you hum, prompting him to explain the affection.
"nothin'. just think about how amazing heejae is. wouldn't kill to have another one, right?" as if trying to sway your answer in his direction, his lips found your neck, peppering little kisses and sucking light hickeys onto the skin that's been unmarked far too long.
you sigh. "he's not even a year old, hee."
he whines. "fuck, please. i need to fill you up again, please, baby," he begs.
you almost crack a smile while your fingers trace his face and trail down his chest. "maybe."
you see his eyes darken in a split second. he lunges forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss.
"let's make one more, then."
it was a long night.
an: i've tweaked 17 times today he did that backshots dance and his titties out?? like yes
you knew heeseung was the most irritable after work. actually, you knew this best because you were the one he'd take it out on.
"fuck," he says, slamming the door shut behind him, fingers already working to loosen his tie.
"hey. what's wrong?" he ignores your question completely, instead pushing past you to your shared room.
"just come. need you, baby."
you sighed, legs still sore from yesterday because his assistant printed a pitch presentation wrong. you followed him anyway. his tie was on the floor, shirt half unbuttoned as he paced the room, rubbing his temples.
"hee."
"i'm thinking."
you lean against the wall, waiting for him to finish conjuring up whatever thought he was so focused on. he looked hot – unfairly so. any second now he was going to-
"strip." you look up at the sound of his voice, the demanding tone all too familiar. you obeyed instantly. this was your favorite part of the night, after all. the part where you got to relieve his stress and he fucked you deep and raw in return.
now, you were left in nothing but your matching lace bra and panties. it was pale pink and heeseung's favorite set.
"mmm, you wore this for me, doll?" you nod, proud that he appreciated it. "cute."
he walked up to you and circled you slowly, eyeing you from head to toe at every angle. he stopped in front of you, hand wrapping around your waist and settling on the soft curve of your ass. the obvious tent in his slacks pressed against your bare thigh.
"you're perfect. this is exactly what i needed right now. my pretty girl." with that, you feel two taps on your shoulder, a silent command. like you'd done countless times before, you sunk to your knees in front of him.
he bit his lip, running his hands through your hair while he watched you unzip his trousers. "this fucking idiot in marketing can't do his job right," he maunders, "i don't know who hired him to be the head of the department." a hiss interrupts his rant when you free his dick from the constrains of fabric.
you stare up at him through your batting lashes, silently urging him to continue, even as you gave kitten licks to the sensitive and leaking tip. heeseung shudders.
"his campaign idea flopped with our clients," he grips your hair tighter, holding it up in a makeshift ponytail, "and he's skipped work twice just this week." you nod before taking him deeper into your mouth.
a groan slips from his lips at that. "shit.." he adjusts his grip on your head before starting to thrust in and out of your mouth. your throat closes around him, causing his head to loll back in pleasure. drool drips down the corners of your mouth and your fingers come up to fondle with his balls.
"hah–" he pants. in a flash, he disconnects himself from your mouth, grabbing you by the waist and yanking you onto the bed. your back hit the soft sheets, bra askew just enough to reveal your nipple. he kneels between your spread legs, his cock – flushed and sticky with a combination of your saliva and his precum – brushes against your inner thigh.
once he catches glimpse of the sliver of skin that was no longer hidden behind your bra? he choked on his breath and immediately leaned down to connect his lips to the stiff peak. his tongue worked religiously, alternating between circling the bud with his wet muscle, sucking, or grazing his teeth against it.
your toes curl, jaw slack but devoid of any sweet sounds. you had grown to learn that when heeseung is stressed, he enjoyed the quiet. basically, you weren't allowed to moan or whine or speak, otherwise he wouldn't let you finish. it was maddening. maddening when all you could hear was him panting and groaning in your ear, telling you how amazing you feel and what a good girl you are for keeping quiet.
he hummed in satisfaction against your breast, patting your thigh twice as a silent praise, before switching and latching onto your other nipple. "yn, baby, can you imagine these beautiful tits full of milk, hm?" he says, voice muffled since he his face was practically buried in your chest, but you could feel the smirk on his face. "imagine you in some tight little shirt and they're leaking. fuck, i'm hard just at the thought. gonna make it come true. all fours for me, pretty."
he presses a final kiss right in between your breasts and sits up. you follow, holding yourself up with your arms, knees digging into the mattress. his fingers trace the lace lining of your bottoms, his palm rough against your smooth skin.
"take em off." your panties slide off with ease. you didn't even bother taking them off all the way, so they stayed hooked on one of your ankles. suddenly, a stinging smack lands square on your right asscheek. fighting the urge to whimper to stay loyal to his rules, your body's compromise is to turn your arms to jelly. your elbows buckle, sending you face first into the duvet.
heeseung, your evil boyfriend, laughs first and then helps you up. "ohhh, you're into that spanking stuff? noted." the grin on his lips was priceless. "should get a belt next time," he teases under his breath.
he presses your back down, forcing it into a deeper curve, and lines up against your entrance. you felt him – warm and heavy – just barely where you desperately needed him to be. without warning (because when did heeseung ever do those?), he slides in with a single thrust, bottoming out in a second. you couldn't help it this time, you let out a choked sound. his eyebrow quirks up fast.
"huh? what was that?" you freeze. shit. this is the part where the thought of anything but his own pleasure flys out his mind. "funny. i thought i heard something. might as well be begging to be used."
his hand comes down hard on you again, the slap loud enough to bounce of the walls. "be quiet. it's the one thing i ask of you," he huffs. "don't you see what i deal with everyday? my idiot employees? god, if i got to choose my life, i'd spend all day every day giving you my children. filling you up and making sure it takes. but i don't get do to that all day. so – fuck, yn – please cooperate here. take this shit." he accentuates his words with a sharp snap of his hips forward.
"please, yn-" he gasps when you clench particularly hard around him. he pulls out slowly, every ridge and vein grazing your gummy walls before crashing back into you with incredible force. each thrust nudged your cervix. the pain was dizzying in the best way possible.
you're sure the crease between your eyebrows will become permanent from how hard they're knit together. your eyes haven't opened this entire time, too focused on his filthy words and the pleasure that's building up in your lower belly.
"gonna cum, baby? go ahead." you almost moan in relief. at least he's letting you climax. you reeeeally should've known there was a catch. your sopping pussy locks up around him, squeezing him in impossibly. instead of stopping, he kept going, delaying his own release for the sake of the show. you couldn't do this anymore. "fuck- heeseung!" you cry, the tears already brimming in your eye.
he scoffed in disbelief. "you're getting way too comfortable." landing another smack on your cheek, still pounding you from behind, except now his hands slithers over to your front, drawing tight figures on your swollen clit. your moan could've woken up the whole house. he fights his smile by biting his lip and pressing a kiss between your shoulder blades. "you can give me one more."
his dick nudged your cervix exactly one more time before you squirted hard, liquid gushing out onto both your thighs. he lets a final whimper slip as he empties his thick load into you, body shuddering and cock softening up inside you. even then, he refused to pull out for a solid minute.
"this has to take. you have to get pregnant," he mutters, more to himself than you.
eventually, he parts from you. you turn onto your back to face him. there's a surprisingly soft smile on his lips as he leans down to kiss you properly – a stark contrast to the roughness from seconds ago. when he pulls away, he sees his seed trickling out of you. his tongue clicks in annoyance and you notice his gaze darken.
"all wasted," he sighs. "now we need to go again."
an: heeseung x spanking x ME 🤤🤤🤤🤤 bye i need him bad
“Mhm, fuck,” you whine as your eyes roll back into your skull. “You’re so deep, daddy.”
Heeseung groans deeply in your ear, his thrusts growing faster and harder. Your cream stains his cock and neatly trimmed hair with every powerful snap of his hips. Just hearing the lewd squelching coming from your stretched out cunt turns you on more. He’s drilling his cock into you like his wife isn’t downstairs making him dinner.
“Daddy’s gonna cream your little pussy, angel,” he coos sweetly. “Gonna keep you nice and full of me.”
He can admit that he’s pussy drunk, so lost in the feeling of your hot cunt squeezing and creaming all over his cock. Your dazed eyes and sweet moans make the sex even better. His dick throbs and pulses inside you as your tight pussy sucks him in like it doesn’t want to let go.
“Fuck, daddy,” you mewl, finally looking down to where his thick cock is splitting you open. Seeing his huge dick shiny with your previous orgasms pushes you closer to the edge. “Cream my little pussy. Please. Fuck.”
“Greedy slut,” Heeseung laughs fondly as his cock throbs in delight. “You just want your stepdad’s cum, hm? Want me to fill this greedy pussy until my spunk is spilling out of you?”
“Yes!” You gasp as his fat tip slams into your sweet spot. “Want it so bad! Cum inside, please!”
Heeseung grins, ignoring his wife’s yell that dinner is almost ready. The lewd plap sounds of him fucking his raw cock into you only get louder as he chases his high. Your tight little hole keeps sucking him in, and it won’t be long before he’s fucking you full of cum.
The loud squelch of your creamy cunt being stuffed fills the room. It mixes in well with your soft mewls and moans.
“Take daddy’s cum, sweetheart,” Heeseung says as he presses a tender kiss on your lips. “You’re gonna be a good girl and keep it all inside?”
Your stepdad loves when you stay plugged full of his cum. You know that after dinner, he’ll bend you over the sofa in the living room and eat it out of you before making you bounce on his cock and stuffing you full all over again. Your pussy clenches in anticipation.
“Yes, daddy, yes!” You moan wantonly. “Gonna keep all your cum in my little pussy.”
“Fuck,” Heeseung groans as your squirt all over his aching cock.
He kisses you to swallow your loud screams of pleasure. His rough thrusts don’t stop. Heeseung keeps spearing his cock into your squirting pussy until his entire pelvis is covered in your release. With one last squeeze of your soft pussy he goes still and shoots his hot cum into your awaiting cunt.
Heeseung pulls away, groaning as his cock pulses and keeps spilling his hot cum into you. Your spasming hole sucks in every drop of his cum until you’re filled to the brim.
“Good girl,” Heeseung pants out before he gives you a filthy kiss.
You moan into his mouth as he slowly rolls his hips to fuck his cum deeper inside of you. Neither of you make a move to separate when there’s a knock on your door.
“Dinner’s ready,” your mom says through the door that you always keep locked—a habit she hates. “Hurry down.”
“Okay,” you breathily respond as her husband keeps sinking his filthy cock deeper into your messy pussy.
the motorcycle engine was still ticking as evan killed it at the empty lookout point high above the city. the mv for “ride or die” had dropped only hours ago and he was still buzzing hard, leather jacket hugging his broad shoulders, hair messy from the helmet. the cool night air brushed your skin but all you felt was heat pouring off him.
you climbed off the back, legs shaky from the high speed ride and the way his hand had gripped your thigh the whole way up the twisting road. your heart pounded.
“so… what did you think?” he asked, voice low and rough as he leaned back against the sleek black bike, eyes dark and hungry under the city lights sparkling far below like scattered diamonds. “the song. be honest.”
you stepped between his spread legs, hands sliding up his leather jacket, feeling the firm muscle underneath. “it’s insane, babe. the beat is filthy, your voice is dripping sex… and those lyrics?” you bit your lip, pressing closer. “ride or die, huh?”
a dangerous smirk pulled at his lips. “yeah. ride or die.” his hands grabbed your waist hard, fingers digging in as he yanked you against him.
before you could answer he crushed his mouth to yours in a brutal kiss, all teeth and tongue, adrenaline and raw need crashing together.
his hands groped your ass roughly, squeezing and spreading as he ground his already hard cock against you through his jeans. you moaned into his mouth, wetness already soaking your panties.
“get on,” he growled against your lips, voice thick. “right fucking now.”
he spun you around fast, manhandling you like you weighed nothing. your skirt was shoved up around your waist, panties yanked aside roughly. he freed his thick, heavy cock, veins pulsing, the head already slick with precum. without warning he pulled you down onto him in one brutal thrust, stretching your tight pussy wide open.
you gasped sharply, hands flying to the handlebars for balance as his fat cock speared deep inside you, bottoming out in one go. the burn was delicious, your walls clenching hard around every thick inch.
evan groaned deep in his chest, the sound vibrating through you. one arm locked around your waist, the other fisted tight in your hair, yanking your head back.
“fuck, just like that,” he praised, voice gravelly. “ride me, baby. show me how much you loved the song. bounce on this dick.”
you started moving, rolling your hips then bouncing hard, the motorcycle creaking under the force. every drop down slammed his cock against that perfect spot deep inside, making your juices drip down his balls.
the city lights blurred below while the risk of headlights climbing the road sent fresh thrills through you. evan’s grip in your hair tightened, pulling harder as he thrust up to meet you, fucking you deeper.
“harder,” he demanded, landing a sharp smack on your ass that echoed in the night. the sting bloomed hot, making your pussy flutter around him.
you moaned loud, picking up speed, riding him rough and sloppy. wet skin-slapping sounds filled the air, your slick coating his shaft completely, dripping everywhere.
his free hand moved to your throat, wrapping tight and squeezing just enough to make your head spin. breath play mixed with the pounding made everything sharper, your vision blurring at the edges with overwhelming pleasure.
“you feel so fucking good,” he groaned, hips snapping up brutally. “so tight and wet, choking my cock like a greedy little slut. taking every inch like you were built for me.”
you clenched hard at his words, bouncing faster, thighs burning but the pleasure too intense to stop. each thrust drove him impossibly deep, the head of his cock kissing your cervix, making your toes curl.
tears of raw pleasure pricked your eyes. evan kept one hand fisted in your hair, forcing your back to arch deeper so he could fuck up into you even harder while the bike rocked dangerously with every powerful thrust.
“tell me again,” he panted, voice hoarse between brutal snaps of his hips. “did you like the song? does it make you want to ride my cock like this every night, dripping all over me where anyone could see?”
“yes—fuuuck, yes,” you cried out, voice breaking as you slammed down harder. “it’s sooooo good, evan. you sound so fucking hot on it. i’m yours, ride or die.”
he rewarded you with a particularly savage thrust, growling low. his hand left your throat only to grip both hips, fingers bruising as he took full control, pounding up into your soaked poor pussy mercilessly.
the wet, filthy sounds of your bodies colliding grew louder—squelching, slapping, your juices making everything slippery and obscene. your tits bounced under your shirt, nipples hard and aching.
“that’s my girl,” he snarled, possessiveness dripping from every word. “ride me like you mean it. make me feel how much this pussy belongs to me. milk my cock.”
the angle was perfect, his thick cock dragging against your g-spot with every punishing thrust. pressure built fast and overwhelming in your core, thighs shaking, pussy fluttering wildly around him. evan could feel it, his own cock twitching and swelling inside you.
“come on my cock,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding. “right here where anyone could drive up and see you falling apart, creaming all over me like a desperate whore.”
his dirty talk combined with the brutal pace, the hair pulling, the light choking, and the risky location sent you crashing over the edge.
you came hard, pussy spasming violently around his cock, gushing slick down his shaft as waves of intense pleasure ripped through you. your moans echoed into the night, body shaking uncontrollably.
evan followed right after with a deep, broken groan, pulling you down flush onto him as he spilled inside you. hot, thick pulses of cum flooded your pussy, filling you up until it started leaking out around his cock with every twitch. he kept thrusting through it, riding out both your orgasms, making sure every drop stayed deep.
you both stayed locked together for long moments, panting heavily, his arms wrapped around you from behind.
slowly the roughness melted.
he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder and neck, gently helping you off his still twitching cock. cum dripped down your thighs messily as he turned you around, pulling you into his chest.
“you okay?” he whispered, voice soft and caring now, forehead resting against yours. “wasn’t too rough?”
you smiled breathlessly, still trembling. “it was perfect. ride or die, right?”
he chuckled warmly and kissed you deep and slow this time, tongue gentle. then he cleaned you up carefully with a soft cloth from his bike bag, wiping your thighs and between your legs with tender strokes. he pulled your skirt back down and tugged you onto his lap sideways, holding you close while the city lights twinkled below. his new solo track played quietly from his phone, the two of you swaying slightly to the beat.
“i’m proud of you,” you murmured, running your fingers through his messy hair. “the song is really fucking good. and this was even better.”
evan smiled against your temple, arms tightening around you protectively. “good. because i’m just getting started, baby. there’s a lot more riding in our future.”
the night air cooled your heated skin as you stayed tangled together on the bike, hearts slowing, his cum still warm inside you. every ache and mark on your body was a reminder of how hard he had fucked you.
@sacrificemura please do not copy, steal, repost, translate, or claim my work as your own.
I love you when you are whole, but I will stay right here when you are broken into pieces
Idol! Heeseung x fem!reader
Heeseung is completely drowning in exhaustion. When the pressure finally breaks him down, you quiet his anxiety the only way you know how—by taking control on his lap, riding him fast enough to blur his thoughts, and giving him a safe place to completely unravel.
ⓘ Cw!! smut, established relationship, angst, comfort, emotional breakdown, riding, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, crying during sex, handjob
Wc: 3,2k
A/n: I’m definitely not trying to assume his real feelings or anything, just felt like writing some angst and comfort!! Please feel free to leave any comments, requests, or feedback! Hope you liked it! 💕 — m.list and requests
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Three AM in this building always smells the same: stale air conditioning, reheated coffee, and that grey carpet that seems to swallow up everyone's sound. The basement hallway is pitch black, save for the sliver of white light bleeding out from under his studio door.
You don't knock. You know that if you do, it’ll take him a solid three minutes to react—or worse, he’ll slip on that automatic "I'm fine" mask before opening up. So you just swipe your keycard against the reader. The electronic latch gives way with a dull click, and you step inside.
The room is freezing. The first thing you notice isn't him, but the computer screen dominating the desk, flickering with the waveforms of an editing program that has been paused on the exact same second for God knows how long. The bluish glow gives the entire space a clinical, almost hospital-like look.
He's sitting on the floor, his back against the expensive ergonomic chair, legs crossed and posture slouched against the furniture. He’s wearing an oversized black hoodie about three sizes too big, the hood half-pulled up, and grey sweatpants. His head is tilted back, resting against the edge of the seat as he stares blankly at a dead spot on the ceiling. His headphones hang loose around his neck like a chain that’s just too heavy to carry.
"I told you not to come," he says. His voice is scratchy, thick from disuse and built-up exhaustion, dragging over the words as if it takes too much effort to move his tongue.
You don't answer. You toss your bag onto the small leather couch in the corner and walk over to him with slow, quiet steps, barefoot because you slipped your shoes off at the entrance so you wouldn't break the heavy silence that has settled in the room.
As you sit on the floor right beside him and take a closer look at his profile under the blue light, the image of the flawless boy who dances under the spotlights completely shatters. There are deep, almost purple dark circles under his eyes, contrasting sharply with the sickly paleness of his skin. His lips are chapped from biting them out of anxiety, and there's a barely noticeable twitch in his right eyelid.
Heeseung looks strangely small. Vulnerable. It’s as if the entire weight of the expectations he built for himself has collapsed right on top of him, crushing him.
"Have you eaten anything?" you ask, keeping your voice low, barely a whisper so you don't disturb the atmosphere.
He lets out a dry, bitter breath that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Finally, he drops his head and looks at you. His eyes, which usually hold a sweetness that softens anyone, are completely dull, glassy, and fixed on you with a mix of relief and deep shame. He hates that you're seeing him like this, but at the same time, it’s blindingly obvious he was terrified of being left alone with his own thoughts for another hour.
"I'm not hungry," he replies, reaching out a trembling hand to rub his face harshly, leaving his skin flushed from the friction. "I can't get it right, you know? The bridge on the third track... it's trash. Everything is trash. I don't know what I was thinking.
"His voice cracks a little at the end, and that's where you see the fracture. The perfect plan he had in his head—the solo project that was supposed to be his grand statement to the world, his redemption—has turned into his own cage. Things aren't going the way he wanted. The numbers, the demos, the meetings where executives tell him what to change... it’s consuming him alive. The incorrigible perfectionist has run into a reality he can't control, and the frustration is driving him insane.
He runs his fingers through his messy hair, tugging desperately at his blonde roots.
"Everyone expects me to be perfect. To fix it. To be who I’ve always been," he continues, and this time he turns fully toward you, shuffling a few inches across the carpet until his knees brush against yours. His eyes lock onto yours with an obsessive, almost sickly intensity. "But I can't. I feel like if I take one more step, I'm going to break. I'm scared they'll realize I'm a fraud."
He doesn't take his eyes off you. He bites his lower lip so hard you can almost see the skin turn white, searching for any physical pain to distract him from the ache inside his head.
You don't offer any cheap, cliché comfort. You know better than anyone that it won't do a thing. Instead, you close the distance between you both, sliding across the floor until you're right in front of him. You reach out, slowly, and brush away a strand of hair that had fallen over his left eye.
"Look at me," you tell him softly, forcing him to focus those glassy, exhausted eyes on yours. "You are not a fraud. You're just fucking exhausted.
"He lets out a shaky breath, completely surrendering. He drops his forehead straight against your shoulder, burying his face into the crook of your neck. His breathing is heavy and hot, and you can feel the frantic thumping of his heart beating against your own chest. His arms, long and heavy, wrap around your waist with a nearly desperate force, as if he’s truly terrified you’ll vanish into thin air if he lets go.
"Everything hurts," he murmurs against your skin, his voice so muffled it makes your stomach knot. "I can't sleep. I close my eyes and I just keep hearing the same damn melody over and over again. I feel like I'm going to go crazy if I stay cooped up in here.
"Your hands slide down his back, tracing the line of his spine over the thick fabric of his hoodie. You can feel the muscles in his shoulders completely knotted, stiff as stones. You begin to give him a slow massage, pressing down with your thumbs to work out the tension built up from so many days of rehearsals and stress.
Heeseung lets out a low groan, a whine of pure physical relief that echoes right in your ear. You feel his body finally begin to untangle, yielding to your touch at last.
It breaks your heart to see him so vulnerable, so you gently run your fingers through his hair to lift his head from your shoulder, tilting your face up to his. You brush your lips against his temple, leaving a tender kiss there, then another on his cheek, moving slowly down the line of his jaw. He lets out a hitched breath, his eyes closed, completely letting you take over. He nudges his face up, searching for more, and you give him exactly what he wants—sliding down to his neck, leaving soft kisses that make him shiver, soothing the storm inside him with pure tenderness.
When you finally look up, Heeseung is already searching for you. His lips find yours in a slow, deep kiss, the kind that hurts because of how good it is. It’s a warm kiss that tastes of desperation, but also of immense affection. You feel the heat of his mouth parting naturally, his tongue brushing against yours with an addictive slowness that makes your head spin.
As the kiss grows wetter and deeper, his hands react. Heeseung’s palms slide down from your back to your waist, squeezing the bare skin beneath your shirt. He pulls you so close you can feel the heat radiating from him, but it doesn't seem to be enough. His hands slide a bit lower—firm, large—until they cup the curves of your ass possessively, lifting you slightly off the floor without breaking the kiss.
You catch the message instantly. You part your legs slightly and straddle his lap, sitting directly over him with a leg on either side of his hips.
Heeseung lets out a husky sigh right into your mouth the moment he feels your full weight on him. You settle onto his lap, shifting your hips in a soft grind that makes him catch his breath. His hands remain firm on your ass, but you notice he barely has the strength to guide you; he’s so overwhelmed by the exhaustion and anxiety that he prefers to completely surrender to whatever you decide to do with him.
You pull back from the kiss slightly, looking down at him. His eyes are hooded, locked onto you, his cheeks flushed dark.
"Let me take care of you tonight, okay?" you whisper, caressing his cheek.
"Do whatever you want..." he murmurs, his voice cracked and deeper than usual. "Anything, just don't get off me."
Without breaking eye contact, you bring your hands to the hem of your shirt and sports top, stripping them off in a single motion and tossing them somewhere onto the floor. You're left completely bare in front of him. Heeseung’s pupils dilate instantly; he has always had a massive weakness for your chest, and seeing your breasts right there, so close to his face under the dim studio light, makes him snap out of his daze.
He lets out a low groan and reaches his hands out to cup your breasts, squeezing them with a mix of adoration and anxious clumsiness. The heat of his palms makes you arch your back.
"You're so good to me..." he gasps, leaning forward, unable to hold himself back any longer.
He opens his mouth and latches onto one of your nipples, sucking on it hungrily while his tongue swirls around it. The contrast of his hot, wet mouth sucking you makes an acute whimper escape your throat, echoing against the four walls. Heeseung groans against your skin, thrilled by your reaction, and slides a hand up to squeeze your other breast, kneading it to the rhythm of his mouth.
Taking advantage of the fact that he’s completely lost between your breasts, you lower your hands to the waistband of his sweatpants. You slip your fingers underneath the elastic, gently sliding the fabric down, dragging his boxers along with them until his half-erect length slips free.
You stop moving your hips so you don't lose your balance, and lower one of your hands to the base of his penis. You wrap your fingers around it and begin to slide your hand up and down in a slow, smooth motion.
Heeseung freezes. He stops sucking your breast instantly and throws his head back, resting it against the wall with his eyes shut and his jaw clenched tight. A husky, long, choked groan escapes his throat as his pelvis gives a subtle upward twitch, chasing the pressure of your fingers.
"Does this feel good?" You say softly, using your free hand to caress Heeseung’s jawline.
He lets out a whine of approval, his breathing completely shattered, but you’re already moving. You lean on his shoulders for stability and push yourself up just enough to strip off the rest of your clothes. You pull your pants and underwear off in one quick motion, letting them drop to the floor right next to his hoodie. When you settle back down onto his thighs, your bare skin presses against his, the heat of your wet core brushing directly against the tip of his heavily throbbing erection.
Heeseung snaps his eyes open, completely unraveled. His hands immediately slide up to your hips, digging into your skin to guide you, but you maintain control.
Before sliding him inside, you slowly grind forward and backward against him. You let the head of his cock, glistening wet with pre-cum, drag and press directly against your folds and your clit. The friction of his thickness against your most sensitive spot draws a sharp gasp from your throat, making Heeseung arch his pelvis upward, desperately chasing the hilt.
"Fuck... please," he begs, his voice raw, squeezing your hips so tightly his knuckles turn white. "Put it in already, I can't take it anymore.
"You're burning up too. Leaning forward, you brace your hands on his shoulders for balance and slowly lower your body, letting yourself drop onto him. His wet, hot length stretches you open centimeter by centimeter, filling you completely. Heeseung throws his head back with a low, deep groan that vibrates in his chest the second he feels you take all of him. The fit is perfect, so tight and hot that you both freeze for a second, soaking in the sensation of being completely joined together like this.
The clinical silence of the studio is broken only by your hitched breaths. Beneath you, you notice his chest rising and falling erratically, and when you look down to find his eyes, you realize Heeseung’s eyelashes are completely wet. All that emotional instability and the pressure built up over weeks are overflowing the only way he has left: a silent sob, a raw release triggered by the sheer intensity of having you so close, of finally feeling safe and contained.
"Hey... Hee, my love," you whisper in your sweetest tone, pausing your movements for a moment.You cup his face with both hands, using your thumbs to brush away a couple of stray tears escaping down his cheeks. Heeseung opens his eyes, completely unraveled, looking up at you with a shyness and devotion that makes your heart ache. He looks like a little boy seeking shelter in the middle of a storm.
"I'm sorry..." he manages to choke out, his throat tight. "It’s just... it's too much. I feel like I don't deserve you being here, putting up with all my shit."
"Don't say that," you interrupt him, pressing a tender, wet kiss to his lips, tasting the heat of his mouth. "You're doing amazing. You are the most talented and strongest person I know, Heeseung. You're already perfect. I love you just like this, exactly as you are right now. Even if the world turns its back on you, my place is still right by your side."
Your words seem to heal something inside him. Heeseung lets out a choked sob, a low, tearful whimper that gets lost against your neck as he buries his face there, wrapping his arms around your waist with an almost desperate strength. He clings to you as if you were his lifeline, losing himself in your scent while his hips give a subtle, deep upward twitch, making you gasp.
"Tell me again... please," he begs against your ear, his voice broken, completely surrendered to you. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours, Heeseung. Only yours, my love," you repeat against his ear, sealing the promise with a soft bite on his earlobe that makes him shiver from head to toe. "I'm right here, and I'm staying right here."
You start out slow, giving him a couple of deliberate, circular grinds that squeeze a sharp whimper from his throat. But the friction of your completely drenched core against his base and the stifling heat of the studio set your blood on fire. Without warning, you shift gears. Bracing yourself hard against his thighs, you begin to ride him fast, slamming your hips against his with a savage urgency.
The sudden shift catches him completely off guard. Heeseung throws his head back against the wall, his eyes rolling back as a broken, long, acute groan escapes his lips. The wet sound of your bodies slapping together mercilessly—a rhythmic clapping of skin against skin and the echo of your mixing juices—fills the freezing room, turning it purely obscene.
"Fuck... you're going... you're going too fast," he whimpers, his voice completely shattered from the extreme sensitivity. His large hands dig desperately into your buttocks, trying to slow you down a bit, but he has neither the mental nor physical strength to stop you. He’s too soft from the crying before, yet too hard from the pleasure.
"You like it like this, don't you?" you tease him, panting, rolling up and down his length without giving him a single second of truce.
He opens his eyes, unfocused with ecstasy, looking up at you from below. Seeing your breasts bouncing to the frenetic rhythm of your hips and your face contorted with pleasure drives him completely insane. He tries to match your pace clumsily, pushing his pelvis upward in needy spasms, but every time he tries, your fast rhythm crushes him, bottoming out all at once and forcing a choked sob from his chest.
"Yes... Fuck, yes, I love it," he growls, slurring his words, completely overwhelmed. His brows furrow so tightly it looks like he's in pain, and his Adam's apple bobs frantically as he gasps for air. "You're going to make me come so fast..."
You can't hold out much longer either. The constant friction of your clit against his pubic hair, paired with the sheer heat of every downward stroke filling you to the brim, is pushing you straight to the edge of collapse.
Heeseung feels those first contractions of your orgasm perfectly around him. He lets out a choked, low, raspy groan, and his hands on your hips tighten with an instinctive firmness, pinning you completely against his pelvis so as not to lose a single millimeter of contact. His breathing is a total wreck, pure fire against your neck.
"Heeseung... I'm going to come," you confess in a pant, unable to keep up the pace any longer, letting yourself fall heavily onto him as your core squeezes tightly around his length
."Do it..." he replies in a broken whisper, squeezing his eyes shut as his own pelvis gives a couple of slow, deep, agonizing upward thrusts. "Do it, my love."
Your orgasm hits you hard, forcing you to arch your back and bury your nails into his shoulders as you twitch over him in an already erratic rhythm. That tight, burning pressure is the final push Heeseung needed.
His entire body tenses so much that the muscles in his arms and back ripple beneath your touch. With a long, muffled, shattered groan tearing from his chest, Heeseung buries himself deeply inside you.
You can perfectly feel the first pulse of his length releasing the load, a hot stream shooting straight against your depth. His pelvis gives three hard, successive spasms, bottoming out as much as possible as he fills you completely. The heat of his semen begins to flood your inside, a thick, liquid sensation blending with your own wetness. Heeseung sighs with his lips pressed to your shoulder, letting out the air he was holding in a low whimper of pure physical and mental relief, his length still pulsing inside you, leaving every single drop of his warmth.
Silence settles over the studio once more, but this time it’s a completely peaceful silence, broken only by the sound of your breathing trying to quiet down.
It takes Heeseung a few minutes to react. When the trembling in his muscles finally subsides, he relaxes his arms around your body, but he doesn't let go. He slides back a bit against the wall, adjusting you better on his lap so you don't have to make any effort. You notice a warm trickle of your mixed juices beginning to lazily slide down your thighs from just how much he came inside you.
He holds you with infinite tenderness, hiding his face in your hair while caressing your back with a sweet, slow rhythm.
"Thank you so much," he murmurs against your ear, and this time his voice sounds completely clear, light, as if all the weight he was carrying had vanished with the orgasm. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
IN WHICH:.. with packed schedules and endless demands pulling him left and right, your famous boyfriend lee heeseung somehow forgets to answer your texts and call you back. seven missed calls later, you're left scrolling through your feed, watching strangers gush about interactions you've spent all day wishing you had. the jealousy claws at your chest and you realize you can't take it anymore.
You look up from your phone, the soft ticking of the clock finally pulling your attention away from the screen.
2:24 AM.
It's after midnight.
Your phone gripped tight in your hand as you glare at the unanswered texts. It's been hours of silence from Heeseung. A sigh slips past your lips and you sink further into the couch, annoyance settling heavy in your chest. How many nights had you craved his attention? Only to be sidelined by his ever increasing schedules.
This was the third time this week.
The third time Heeseung had left before sunrise, only for you to wake up to the empty side of the bed beside you, already cold from his absence.
Usually, there was something…
A quiet goodbye whispered against your temple, a gentle kiss pressed to your lips while he thought you were still asleep, a text waiting for you when you woke up.
Anything. Literally anything…
But today there was nothing.
No whispered farewell, no messages throughout the day, no missed calls. Nothing but an empty bed and a silence that seemed to stretch on for hours. You glance at your phone again, a frown settling on your lips, still no response.
The messages you'd sent nearly five hours ago remained unread. You hate the way your stomach twists. Heeseung wasn't a cruel lover, if anything, he loved too much. He was thoughtful in ways that constantly caught you off guard. A romantic at heart.
The type to leave handwritten notes in places he knew you'd stumble across days later, just to make you smile. Despite the cameras and the constant attention that followed him everywhere, he always found ways to take you on dates, unconventional ones at that. Faraway picnics, late night drives, scavenger hunts that led to places you'd mentioned wanting to visit months ago.
He loved surprises, random gifts for no reason other than the fact that something reminded him of you. He remembered passing comments you'd made and tucked them away somewhere in that ridiculous mind of his, only to show up weeks or even months later with the exact thing you'd forgotten you'd wanted.
The type to stare. God, he stared…
Sometimes you'd catch him looking at you from across the room, his chin resting in his palm, eyes soft and unfocused like he was lost somewhere in his own head. And when you'd ask what he was looking at, he'd only smile and shake his head.
He always needed some part of you within reach. A hand fidgeting with your hair, when you curled up beside him. His fingers hooked through the sleeve of your sweater. Your leg thrown over his while you watched your favorite show.
Even now, half of his clothes occupied your side of the closet because he'd absentmindedly left them there and never bothered moving them back. And dear God, you had never felt the way you do with him with anyone else before.
The way he would wake you up in the middle of the night just so he could pull down your shorts, lift a leg over his shoulder and hold your gaze while he devoured you until your fingers were tangled tight in his hair, your breaths shaky and the desperation evident in your voice as you begged him to fuck you.
That was the problem.
Cruelty would've been easier to understand. Instead, he drifted.
Days blurred together for him lately. Conversations were postponed until later. Plans became maybes. Simple things such as returning a text, making a call, somehow slipped through the cracks. You told yourself he was tired. Busy. Overworked. Yet the excuses felt thinner every time you repeated them.
Suddenly the lock clicks and your head snaps toward the front door. A second later, it opens up and there he is. For a moment, he just stands there. Hair messy, eyes tired, and his shoulders visibly sag the second he steps inside. Like simply making it home had taken the last of his energy. His gaze drifts across the apartment before finally landing on you.
And something flickers across his face.
Guilt.
"y/n." his voice comes out rough. "You still up?" The words struggle to leave him as you stare up at him, a dozen different responses crowding your throat. Instead, the only thing that comes out is "you forgot" You watch as the guilt in his eyes deepens. And his brows knit together.
Only then does he pull his phone from his pocket. You watch the exact moment realization hits him as his eyes scan the screen, taking in the unread messages, the missed calls, the time. His expression tightens and he lets his head fall back with a quiet sigh. "Shit." the curse slips out under his breath. And somehow that makes you even angrier.
Because he forgot. How could he just forget? “Babe, I-” "Hee..." You cut him off, your voice coming out softer than you'd intended as all the exhaustion bleeds through your frustration. "Do you know how worried I was?" You shake your head before he can answer. "You can't keep doing this. Do you know how it feels sitting here for hours, completely unable to reach you? Not knowing if you're okay, if you've eaten..." a humorless laugh escapes you. "It's driving me insane."
He doesn't interrupt you, doesn't rush to defend himself or offer some half-hearted excuse. He just stands there, shoulders slumped beneath the weight of your words, staring down at the floor as guilt settles across his features.
"I know, baby" he says quietly. "No, I don't think you do" your throat tightens. "Because if you did, you would've called, or texted, or done literally anything, especially with how crazy your job is." His jaw flexes. For a moment, he looks like he wants to say something, but whatever it is dies down before it reaches his lips. "I was going to," he finally admits. "Every time I picked up my phone, I thought I'd text you in a minute. Then something came up, and I kept putting it off."
The confession only makes your chest ache more because it sounds exactly like him. He always assumes there will be more time. More time to call, more time to explain, more time to make it right…until suddenly there isn't.
His eyes finally lift to meet yours, and the guilt there is enough to make your anger waver. "I'm sorry," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "I really am.” The apology hangs between you, but this time it doesn't soften the ache in your chest. You stare at him for a long moment before looking away, suddenly finding the floor far more interesting than the guilt written all over his face.
"I don't know what to do anymore, Heeseung." His expression immediately falls, but you continue before he has the chance to respond. "I spent the entire day worried sick. I called you seven times." A bitter laugh escapes you as you shake your head. "Seven…and the whole time I kept telling myself you probably got caught up with work or maybe your phone died." your throat tightens.
"But then I'd open social media and there you'd be." His brows raise ever so slightly. "I saw clips from your fan accounts, pictures from earlier today, even asked your staff to speak with you but got turned away. I had to look at your fan accounts posting where you were and what you were doing just to make sure that you were okay." you let out another humorless laugh.
"Do you know how insane that feels? Sitting here wondering if you're okay while strangers somehow know more about your day than I do." something shifts in his expression. "I had to find out you were okay through other people..." the room falls silent as the enormity of your words sink in.
Immediately, you regret saying it, not because it isn't true, but because it is, and judging by the look on his face, he knows it too. "You know I don't care that you're busy," you continue, your voice quieter now. "I knew what I was getting into when we got together. I knew there'd be schedules and tours and interviews, I knew there'd be days where I barely saw you…that's never been the problem."
Your eyes burn as you force yourself to meet his gaze. "What I didn't expect was feeling like everyone gets access to you before I do." His eyes drop to the floor. “I wasn't asking for a three hour phone call, I wasn't asking for some elaborate date or grand gesture, I would've been happy with a text, Heeseung. Just one text letting me know you were okay."
For the first time all evening, you can see him understanding that this isn't really about tonight. It's about every time he's looked at a notification and thought he'd answer later. All the times he's promised himself he'd call when things settled down, convinced there would always be more time.
"I kept meaning to answer," his admission is quiet and helpless. "I really did” his shoulders slump. "Saw the messages, the missed calls too." He runs a tired hand through his hair before letting it fall back to his side. You close your eyes. Of course he did because that was always the answer, he kept choosing later.
Later, when he had a second, later when he finished this one thing, maybe when he was away from all his demanding fans. Until suddenly it was after midnight and you were sitting alone on the couch wondering why the entire world gets to have your boyfriend before you do. Your eyes burn as you force yourself to continue.
"I know your job is demanding. I know people need things from you constantly. Your crew, your managers, your fans. I understand that. I've always understood that." You swallow around the lump in your throat. "I just..." you exhale sharply, dragging a hand across your face. "I don't know how many more times I can have this conversation.” The words hang heavily between you.
When you finally look at him again, he's already watching you, his eyes filled with something that looks dangerously close to panic. "Do you know how humiliating it feels having to check fan accounts just to make sure my boyfriend is okay? Watching strangers post updates about where you are while I'm sitting here wondering if something happened to you?" You shake your head. "I shouldn't have to do that."
His gaze immediately drops. "You're right." His voice is rough. "You're right," he repeats quietly. "You shouldn't." You stare at him, no excuses coming from him but somehow that hurts too…because if he knows you're right, then why does it keep happening?
Heeseung seems to realize exactly where your thoughts have gone because his shoulders sag even further. "I don't have a good excuse," he admits. "I wish I did." He sounds extremely tired, not only physically, but emotionally. Like he's disappointed in himself too. The apartment falls quiet, save for the faint hum of the refrigerator and the ticking clock that had been mocking you all evening.
You stare at him, taking in the dark circles beginning to form beneath his eyes and the way he's still standing by the door as though he hasn't quite earned the right to come any closer.
"Did you eat?" you ask finally. The question seems to catch him off guard. "What?"
"You heard me" A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips despite himself. "Yeah”
"You sure?" He nods making you narrow your eyes. "An actual meal?"
“Yes” his smile grows slightly. You raise a brow suspectingly, "Something that wasn't coffee?" A quiet laugh escapes him. "Yes" For the first time all night, the tension eases, just a little. You hate how easy it is. How one stupid laugh can make your anger crack around the edges.
Heeseung notices too, of course he does. He's always been annoyingly good at reading you. Slowly, cautiously, he takes a few steps forward and you don't stop him. By the time he reaches the couch, he's close enough that you can see the exhaustion written across every inch of his face. For a moment, neither of you say anything, he just stands there, looking down at you with that same guilty expression that's been etched onto his features since he walked through the door. You hate how tired he looks…how easily your concern always manages to worm its way through your frustration.
His gaze drops briefly to your hands before flickering back up to your face. And the movement is so quick you almost miss it, almost. A breath leaves you through your nose when you catch him eyeing your wrist. "Don't." you deadpan. "I didn't do anything." his lips twitch. "You were thinking about it." "Thinking about what?" You level him with a look and his smile grows. "You are unbelievable." You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth betrays you and the tiny smile is all the invitation he needs.
Before you can stop him, he lowers himself onto the couch beside you, careful to leave a few inches of space between you both and the distance is almost comical considering how attached and handsy he usually is. You glance at him but he's staring straight ahead…very intentionally. As though he's trying to convince you he isn't currently fighting the urge to throw himself into your arms. The realization makes something warm unfurl in your chest and you turn to face him.
"You can stop looking like a kicked puppy" you watch him. "I don't know what you're talking about." He shrugs. "Heeseung, i'm serious." You're met with the least convincing expression you've ever seen. A laugh slips out before you can stop it and the relief on his face is immediate. It softens something in him, his shoulders relax, the tension leaves his jaw. For the first time since he'd walked through the door, he looks like he can breathe again. Slowly, cautiously, he reaches for your hand, not grabbing it but just resting his fingers against yours, giving you every opportunity to pull away.
When you don't, his thumb brushes over your knuckles once, twice, a familiar gesture. One he's probably done thousands of times without realizing it. "I'm really sorry, baby." You stare down at your intertwined hands and sigh. "I know." And you do. You know he loves you, sometimes you think he loves you so much that he assumes you'll always be there to tolerate it silently, waiting patiently while he sorts everything else out first.
It's a terrible habit. One he needs to break. But you can't help the way your heart melts at the sight of him looking so at ease. “Wanna cuddle?” you shoot out the question and it catches him off guard. For a second, Heeseung just blinks at you as if he isn't entirely convinced he heard you correctly. The surprise on his face would be funny if you weren't half as annoyed anymore.
"Really?"
A laugh escapes you despite yourself. "Don't make me take it back." The look of relief that washes over him is almost immediate. Then he reaches for your hand, not cautiously this time, just naturally. Like he's been wanting to do it ever since he walked in. His fingers intertwine with yours and a small smile tugs at the corner of his lips, tired but genuine.
"Come here." You barely have time to process the words before he's gently tugging you toward him. Before you can say anything else, one of his arms slips around your waist while the other hooks beneath your knees making your eyes widen. "Heeseung-"
"What?" He looks down at you, a mischievous grin tugging at the corner of his lips. "Put me down." Instead of listening, he simply adjusts his hold on you and starts making his way toward the bedroom. "No”
"You're ridiculous" You roll your eyes. "And yet you still like me" You roll your eyes again but your arms find their way around his neck anyway. The apartment is quiet and the moonlight shines through the glass windows as he carries you down the hallway, his steps slow and relaxed. Even now, after the argument, after the guilt and the apologies and the hurt feelings, he still gravitates toward you as naturally as breathing.
By the time he nudges the bedroom door open with his foot, you're no longer fighting the smile threatening to pull at your lips. The second he reaches the bed, he carefully lowers you onto the mattress before climbing over you. "You're so annoying." A sleepy grin spreads across his face. "And yet here you are."
His hands settle on either side of your head as he looks down at you, amusement dancing in his eyes. Up close, you can see just how exhausted he is, the faint shadows beneath his eyes making your chest tighten despite yourself. "I've been sitting on a couch stressing over you for seven hours. You should be glad I haven't leaked your baby pictures yet."
"Exactly why I need to take care of you tonight." Before you can roll your eyes, he presses a quick kiss against your jaw. The smile threatening your lips is impossible to suppress. His expression softens the second he catches it, like he'd been waiting for it all night. For a moment, neither of you say anything. He simply looks at you, his gaze moving lazily across your features as though he's trying to memorize them all over again.
There he goes, staring. "Stop."
"What?" he asks, already smirking. "The staring" A quiet laugh escapes him as you smack his shoulder. "I'm looking at my girlfriend"
"You always do this"
"Do what?" he grins. "Look at me like that" His brows lift innocently, "Like what?" You groan and cover your face with your hands, earning another laugh from him. A moment later, his fingers curl around your wrists and gently pull your hands away. "You know," he murmurs, thumbs brushing absentmindedly across your skin, “I better make it up to you since you're threatening my life."
"I wasn't threatening your life"
"You were definitely threatening my life."
"I said I was going to expose your baby pictures” you smirk. "Exactly" he winces. A laugh escapes you as you attempt to shove him off of you again but he simply smirks, grabbing your wrists before easily pinning your hands on either side of your head.
You realize what he's doing and you feel the blood rushing to your face. “I have a lot to make up for” he whispers against your ear, causing a shudder to roll through your body. His lips trail down your neck as his knee pushes in between your legs, pressing hard against your core. He kisses his way to your chest, his mouth hot and desperate against your skin. You grind down on his knee just enough that he presses harder and the electric feelings spreads through your veins, your legs trembling helplessly.
He pushes harder and a sharp gasp escapes you, your back arching off the bed. Heeseung pulls back to look down at you, his eyes drag up your legs, settling in between them and he watches for a second. Watches how you press your eyes shut, breath shaky as you grind down on his knee, a wet spot beginning to form on the fabric of his pants. At this point you didn’t even care anymore, you needed to come. After hours of feeling so neglected, you needed a release.
He watches you breathlessly, completely mesmerized as the days and weeks of frustration reflected in your efforts. He moves his knee slightly, pulling out a tortured moan from you and it makes him snap. He doesn’t waste any more time with modesty, tugging at your clothes until he can press his hot, wet mouth directly against your skin. He sucks your nipple hard, his tongue swirling around the peak.
“I've been neglecting you baby, haven't I?” You didn't have time to answer before he reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and pulling them off with a single, sharp tug. He tosses the lace aside, no longer of any interest to him as his gaze falls to the heat radiating from between your thighs. You suddenly feel more hyperaware, your blood burning with want, and the sound of your heart thrumming in your ears.
“I've got to taste you” he says, more to himself and suddenly you're being jerked towards the edge of the bed, where he drops to his knees and his head disappears in between your legs. “Hee- w-wait!” your words are suddenly lost as you let out a loud, broken moan, your head falling back against the cushions. “Oh my- f-fuck” his lips close around your clit, sucking it into his mouth as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. Goosebumps break out over your skin, your breaths turning erratic as he looks up at you, his dark gaze nearly tipping you over the edge.
You shudder underneath the touch of his tongue, climbing higher and higher with every slow lap he takes, his tongue slipping into you before gliding over your clit. Your moans echo across the room, causing him to multiply his efforts until your thighs are shaking around his head “Heeseung I-I can't it's too…it's too much” He ignores you, holding you in place as he takes his time licking you, quiet groans leaving his throat like he's doing this for his own pleasure rather than yours.
He swirls his tongue over your clit again, you writhe, mind completely gone, vision hazy, and nails finding purchase in his hair, gripping tight, but even so, he doesn't falter. Your whimpers get louder as Heeseung begins to thrust his tongue inside you, his thumb pressing against your clit. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and the telltale sparks of an orgasm flutter through you. “Hee…I'm gonna- I'm gonna cum” you gasp, writhing uncontrollably as he presses you down, holding you still and forcing you to feel everything he has to offer.
He sucks your clit into his mouth before releasing it with a loud pop, “Hold it” it isn't a request, not a suggestion either. His eyes meet yours for a split second, your juices running down his chin, the unhinged look burning wild behind his dark lidded eyes before his arms wrap around your thighs, lifting them off his shoulders and pushing them back until your knees are by your ears and your gaping hole is leaking your juices down your ass and onto the sheets. “Fuck…” he curses, his gaze unfocused as he watches you spill for him.
“Hee…please, please no more” you cry out, tears welling in your eyes as the overwhelming pleasure rolls through your every nerve. You feel so sensitive as if even the slightest breeze can set you off. You're still caught up on focusing your attention onto anything and everything else as you teeter on the precipice. His heavy gaze already riding you on the edge, and you don't notice his closeness until you feel the hot sweep of his tongue again, his nose brushing against your clit with every lick.
A loud gasp escapes you and then the moans and cries that leave your lips are no longer under your control, you don't even realize how loud you're being until he lazily presses a hand over your mouth, the salty tears running down your face drip down your cheeks and onto your your nipple, leaving you even more sensitive.
He starts French kissing your pussy, the wet sounds pulling out a scream from you, “Hee- s-stop” The feeling is instantaneous, you sense your ruin and you don't know if you can handle it, panic overtakes your senses, you gasp, your hands clawing at the sheets as you try to escape his touch, the hands around your thighs only pulling you back and forcing you to feel. “You can take it baby, c'mon give it to me,” he murmurs in between his licks, your fingers dig into your hair, helpless and shaking as you cry out, hands clawing at your scalp.
The tension builds and builds, his tongue never falters, his gaze burning into you as your mouth falls into an “o” and suddenly you're falling, you're falling hard, you're crashing.
Lights burst behind your eyes, the sweetest venom ignites through your veins and a warm stream builds at your core and then your body is no longer yours, you arch into his mouth and explode, cold air prickles your skin and you feel a warm liquid spray against your thighs as you scream his name. “Shit, Fuck…Fuck that's it” he slips two fingers into you, pressing and probing until he hits your sweet spot, making your eyes widen and you cry out helplessly as he drags on your orgasm, lapping at your juices, he doesn't let up until the evidence of your arousal is coating his lips and dripping down his chin.
You pant heavily, still coming down from your high but reality sets in and you feel the blood rushing into your face as you begin to pull out of his grip. Heeseung's gaze darkens, and he leaves one more kiss on your pelvis before climbing over you. “That was fantastic” he has a smug smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he grins down at your embarrassed face. His gaze is lazy and dark as it trails down your body again before lifting up to meet your gaze.
“Can I fuck you?” He asks before he kisses you, softly tugging at your bottom lip. “You just had your tongue inside me, I think you've got the order wrong” you laugh breathlessly while he smiles against your neck. His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you a little closer until there's barely any space left between you. “How about? I fuck you” you whisper in his ear, you see the surprise on his face, his eyebrows raising slightly before he laughs underneath his breath and flips you over till he's leaning back against the headboard and you're straddling him.
Heeseung looks up at you, curious eyes and the impatience in his breaths. You feel him tense up when your hands slide underneath his shirt, tugging at the hem teasingly. He pulls it over his head swiftly, his eyes never leaving your own as you lean forward, pressing your lips against his throat, his hands feel around your body and you feel the disturbance between your legs, grinding your hips down on him, the pressure so delicious against your clit as electric currents zap through your body with each of your movements.
Heeseung looks up at you, completely mesmerized, the sound of his breathing growing louder as he watches your movements. You place your hands onto his toned shoulders and almost immediately he tenses up, feeling your fingers trail down his chest before settling at his navel. “You're driving me crazy” his dark lidded eyes lock onto yours, a smile etching its way onto your lips while you tug at the waistband of his pants.
He reaches out for you but you push him away. “I want you inside me” you tug them down gently. He closes his eyes, his jaw tightening while you wrap your hands around his length, lips pressed against his ear and he watches you eagerly as you rub the head of his dick against your folds, already hard and leaking with precum before you sink down on him, using his chest for leverage. Heeseung lets out a hiss, your walls clamping down on him and it takes everything he has in him not to roll you over and pound into you until the only thing left in your brain and coming out your lips is him.
A shudder rolls through you, a breathless sigh escaping your lips as you begin to rock against him. No matter how many times you had sex with him, you had never fully gotten used to his size. He was so big and you always felt so full, consumed and complete. The delicious ache gives way to sweet pleasure and in this position you’re pretty sure you can feel him in your bones.
No longer able to control himself, he grips onto your hips guiding you into perfect rhythm as a loud moan climbs up your throat. “Hee- f-fuck you're so deep” wetness gushes in between your legs, his lips latch onto your nipple while his fingers find their way down to your clit, rubbing slow and torturous circles until your thighs are shaking and you can hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears.
“Baby you're making a mess” he groans into your neck, trailing his lips down your throat. Your head falls back, arms clinging onto him and the feeling is almost instantaneous. Your orgasm crashes into you, waves and waves of pleasure washing through every nerve ending of your body, your rhythm falters as you clench around him, the cries leaving your lips are swallowed by his kiss and before you know it he gently grabs onto your waist, never pulling out and turns you over till you're trapped beneath him.
Your response is a whimper, arching off the bed as you push against his chest. The new position fucks with your senses, he's so deep, too fucking deep that you can feel him pulsing inside you, the sweetest sensations pooling in your lower belly again. He lays on top of you, his dark hair falling over his eyes as his dark gaze searches your face. “Hee i-i can't- so d-deep-” his lips press against yours before you can finish and he starts moving again.
He fucks you hard. Fast. The headboard slamming against the wall with each thrust, his lazy eyes fixated on you as he increases his speed. One leg slung over his shoulder, and it somehow seats him even deeper inside you. “You're so fucking wet” his gaze locks down on where you're joined, his dick pumping hard and fast into you as you leak around him, no longer able to control the tears streaming down your face. Heeseung grabs your other leg, lifting it over his shoulder as he doubles his efforts, his lips press against yours, growling against your kiss when you clench harder. His sweet scent floods into your brain, overwhelming and heightening your senses.
“Such a needy girl” one of his hands finds their way around your neck, his fingers wrapping tight around your throat while the other stays firm against your hip. “You get all jealous and bothered when I'm away from you, huh?” your nails dig into his back as you scream his name. “You just want me all to yourself, don't you?”
“s-shut up” your eyes roll into the back of your head when he hits that spot again.
“you take it so good”
“such a good fucking girl”
“Look at how you spill for me” Heeseung has such a filthy mouth and it shows even more in bed, dirty words spilling past his lips all crude and commanding as he draws another moan from you, his thumb finds your clit again and before you know it you're coming around him, it's intense and violent, sending you arching into him as a scream rips out of your throat.
He grips your hips bruisingly tight, pinning you down into the mattress, fingers tight around your throat as your mind drifts and your arms fall limp. His jaw tightens, never once looking away from you as you're completely consumed by the overwhelming pleasure. Your toes curl by his ears, and you entirely lose yourself to him, writhing and thrashing as he holds you down, forcing you to feel. It takes a while for the tingles to subside and when you open your eyes, you find him looking down at you, watching you through dark lidded eyes, his lips slightly parted as he focuses on controlling himself.
“You're so pretty when you come for me” he whispers. Still completely unable to form a coherent sentence, you gaze up at him breathlessly and his hand leaves your neck before he swiftly flips you over again. Pressing your cheek against the cushions. “I'm gonna fuck that jealousy out of you…you'll feel me for days before you start acting up again” Your entire body buckles when he pushes into you again, sliding in easily because of the juices running down your thighs. “Shit…I can't get over how wet you are” he says with a groan, pulling out to the tip, your juices leaking down his length before he slams into you again.
“Hee! I c-can't take anymore…” you cry, ignoring the salty taste of your tears as you push back to meet his thrusts. “Fuck- yes you can, you're doing such a good job princess” his praises wash over you “I don't know how to get it through to you that I'm yours, and that you're mine, all fucking mine” your cries grow louder as each word is emphasized with a thrust. “I c-can't I can't come again-” your words are cut off as he hits your G-spot over and over again, your legs nearly giving out underneath you.
You grab at the sheets, overstimulated beyond control, desperately trying to escape his touch but he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you back into place. “You can take it" “you take it so good for me” his hand finds its way between your legs again, fingers rubbing slow circles against your clit as the sheets muffle your moans and cries. “c'mon baby, you can do it…give it to me” the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room and your legs give in. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you to his chest, his breath fanning your shoulder and his woodland scent clouding all your senses.
When your orgasm rips through you, the world goes black, stars burst behind your eyes and you clench around him so tight, pulsing hot splashes of cum running down your thighs. The last thing you register is the sound of his groan as he cums, emptying his release deep inside you. Heeseung slowly releases you and you collapse onto the bedding, turning around to look up at him when he pulls out, his cum runs down your thighs. His eyes meet yours before falling to the puddle between your legs and his pupils dilate.
“You got one more for me?” a smirk climbs onto his lips when your eyes widen and this time, you really try to make a run for it. Heeseung chuckles locking a hand around your ankle. He drags you back, settling between your legs and pulls you towards his mouth. “One more, baby”
“Hee! Are you t-trying to kill me?” You cry, the soft feeling of his tongue swirling against your hypersensitive clit sends you shaking, and it's only a matter of seconds before you're crying his name and your juices flood into his mouth. He presses one last kiss against your clit before climbing over you. “You're incredible” the words are followed by a kiss, his gaze burning deep into your soul. “So beautiful when you cum for me…” The words are whispered but it still manages to send the blood rushing to your face.
He stays like that for a minute, wiping away the tears staining your cheeks before he kisses away the embarrassment evident in your face. He kisses you for a minute but when his hands begin to wander you push him off of you. “You're actually insane, you know that right?...you're like- not human” You're staring at him in disbelief as he shoots you a grin. “What can I say? It's not my fault that I have a sexy girlfriend” he shrugs, pulling back on his sweatpants before he rolls onto his back.
“Come here.”
He reaches out for you and you hesitantly move closer, snuggling up against his chest. How he has all this stamina is beyond you. After all the schedules, interviews, and endless work that comes with his job, Heeseung was almost always exhausted. But the moment he got his hands on you, he acted like a starved beast, never stopping until you were begging him to let you be.
You press your head against his chest, immediately relaxing at the familiar scent that clings to him. One arm settles securely around your waist while one of his legs tangles with yours beneath the blankets. His face finds the crook of your neck and, somehow, he keeps inching closer. You swear he's getting closer.
You narrow your eyes. Slowly, experimentally, you scoot a few inches away. Within seconds, Heeseung follows. You try to turn over, but he only follows, pulling you even closer. "Hee." A sleepy hum vibrates against your skin. “I can barely move” At this point, you're fairly certain he's attempting to merge the two of you into a single person. His arms simply tighten around your waist, pulling you a little closer until there's barely any space left between you. "You do realize we're on a king-sized bed, right?" Another hum before he presses a lazy kiss to your neck.
"You move too much" he murmurs. You sigh dramatically as he buries his face further into your shoulder, letting out a content breath. "Tired?" you ask softly. His response takes a second. "Mhm”
"That tired, huh?" A laugh escapes you. Another hum follows. "Lee Heeseung."
"hmm?”
“Are you sleeping?” When you tilt your head to look at him, you immediately regret it. Big mistake, his eyes are closed, his hair is a mess, his cheek is squished against your shoulder and he somehow looks completely content. The sight melts whatever irritation you're trying to hold onto. "You and your stupid face," you mutter. A faint smile appears on his lips.
"You love my stupid face" You roll your eyes and lightly smack his arm. "I think you're annoying." "You think I'm handsome." he retorts. "Whatever." The smile pulling at your lips ruins any attempt at sounding convincing. "You are so lucky you're cute." "I know." he grins proudly, the confidence in his answer making you laugh.
A comfortable silence settles between you after that. His fingers begin tracing absentminded patterns against your side, the movement lazy and instinctive. You don't even think he realizes he's doing it. "Do you have plans tomorrow, baby?" he says, eyes still shut, but his fingers remain tracing your skin. "You know," you murmur, threading your fingers through his hair, "for someone so tired, you sure do talk a lot." His response takes several seconds.
“I like hearing your voice." he whispers. “Plus I want to take you out tomorrow” your heart immediately betrays you, the butterflies in your stomach going absolutely feral. "Y-You are not allowed to say things like that when I'm trying to be annoyed with you." A quiet laugh leaves him before dissolving into a yawn. You feel his body sink further into yours as the last bit of tension finally leaves him. The more relaxed he becomes, the heavier he gets. Your own personal weighted blanket.
"How are you this clingy?"
"Mhm"
"That wasn't even an answer."
"Mhm"
You can't help laughing.
Beneath the blanket, his hand finds yours and automatically intertwines your fingers together. The gesture is so natural, so thoughtless, that it makes your chest ache. "You still mad at me?" he asks after a moment. The question catches you off guard so you pretend to think about it.
"A little" you sigh, "That's fair" he nods.
"A lot, actually." you gaze at him out of the corner of your eyes. "That's also fair." The immediate defeat in his voice makes you laugh, and the sound instantly earns a sleepy smile from him. "I was really mad at you, honestly."
"I know." He presses a small kiss against your shoulder. "You made me worry. You ignored my messages."
"I did."
You narrow your eyes. "Are you even listening to me?" One eye cracks open. "Listening." The eye immediately closes again. You stare at him for a moment before shaking your head in disbelief. Somehow, despite everything, despite the argument and the hours you spent worrying yourself sick, he's already halfway asleep in your arms. The realization should annoy you. Instead, it makes something warm settle in your chest. "You're impossible," you mutter.
A sleepy smile tugs at his lips, the kind that tells you he heard every word. For a while, neither of you say anything. His fingers remain intertwined with yours beneath the blanket while his breathing gradually slows against your shoulder. Every now and then he shifts closer, somehow finding a way to close whatever tiny distance remains between the two of you. You honestly don't know if he understands that it's physically impossible for the two of you to get any more closer.
"You know" you murmur, tracing your fingers through his messy hair, "most people apologize with flowers." A quiet hum is your only response. "Or chocolates…and maybe a heartfelt letter." This time he cracks an eye open just enough to look at you. "I can do that"
A laugh escapes you."No, you can't" His brows immediately furrow "Yes I can."
"Dude…you're literally falling asleep." You giggle. "I'm multitasking," he scoffs. The response comes so quickly that you can't help laughing. His smile widens instantly. "There it is" he whispers to himself underneath his breath. You glance down at him "There what is?" "That laugh," his voice is softer now, rough around the edges from exhaustion. "I love it."
Your heart immediately betrays you. You spent the entire evening lecturing him, reminding him how upset you are, and somehow he's still the one making your heart flutter. You continue running your fingers through his hair while he remains curled against you, his arm secure around your waist as though he's worried you might disappear the second he lets go.
Eventually, you notice his responses stop altogether, his breathing deepens as his body grows heavier against yours. You glance down to find him completely asleep and a fond sigh escapes you. Tomorrow you'll make him charge his phone, tomorrow you'll remind him that apologies only matter if they're followed by change and you'll probably scold him all over again.
But tonight, with his face tucked into your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you, like you're the most precious thing in the world, you simply press a kiss into his hair and close your eyes. And for the first time all week, the both of you are truly at peace.
currently playing never be the same by Camilla Cabello
Summary ; At her friend’s dream garden wedding, Y/n never expected to come face-to-face with her ex-boyfriend Heeseung — the boy who was her first everything. After a mutual but painful breakup four years ago, she thought she had moved on.
ⵌ ; exboyfriend!Heeseung + fem!reader, car sex, light fingering, marking, breast sucking, unprotected sex ( raw ), creampie — Second Chance, Angst, Smut
.word count ; 5.1k
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the garden wedding was breathtaking. Nestled in a secluded grassland, two massive vine-covered trees stood like natural arches, their leaves intertwined above the aisle. Colorful wildflowers bloomed abundantly along the sides, swaying gently in the breeze under the soft golden sunlight. Birds chirped in the distance, completing the dreamy atmosphere.
You wore a simple white milkmaid-style mini dress that flattered your figure, the soft fabric fluttering around your thighs as you moved. You had come with your college friends, Soojin and Mika, and after the ceremony ended, the three of you settled at a round table near the reception area.
While they chatted, you quietly ate a slice of wedding cake. The delicate sponge and sweet frosting melted on your tongue, but your mind wandered somewhere else.
This could’ve been ours, you thought, a quiet ache settling in your chest. This was exactly the kind of wedding you had always dreamed of—romantic, colorful, bathed in natural light, surrounded by flowers and nature. For a moment, you let yourself imagine it… until your eyes lifted and your stomach dropped.
Just a few meters away, standing beside the elegant champagne tower and talking to another guest, was Heeseung.
Your ex-boyfriend.
Of course he was here. You shared the same friend circle since college. You quickly looked down at your plate, heart racing. He didn’t see me, you told yourself. He’s too busy talking.
You and Heeseung had been together for nearly seven years—since high school. He was your first love, your first kiss, your first everything. And you had been the same for him. But by fourth year of college, everything changed. The fights became more frequent, pride got in the way, and misunderstandings piled up. You were both exhausted. the feelings began to fade. In the end, you both agreed to end it. A mutual breakup. Or so you thought.
Now, seeing him again after years, your breath caught. God, he looked even better than before. His hair was dyed a soft light ash-blonde, perfectly styled. Those almond-shaped eyes and gently shaped lips still had the power to make your heart stutter. He had grown more handsome, more mature.
You remembered the promises you once made to each other—how you’d get married one day in a wedding just like this. Now those promises lay broken between you.
Finishing your cake, you stood up. “I’m going to grab some strawberries,” you told Soojin and Mika, excusing yourself with a small smile.
At the fruit station, you were carefully picking fresh strawberries when someone stepped beside you. You recognized the hand immediately—long fingers and familiar silver ring.
“Oh, hey Y/N,” a low, smooth voice said. “Long time no see.”
You glanced up. Heeseung stood there, close enough that you caught the faint scent of his cologne.
“Nice to see you too, Heeseung,” you replied politely, keeping your tone neutral. Before he could say anything more, you grabbed a few strawberries and walked away, leaving him standing there.
Time passed, and the celebration continued. You didn’t want to ruin the happy mood by telling your friends you were leaving early, so you quietly placed your gift on the table and slipped away.
You pulled out your phone, already searching for an Uber. This place was far from the city, and it would probably take a while to—
Footsteps followed behind you.
“Leaving so soon, Y/N?”
You didn’t need to turn around to know it was him.
Heeseung caught up, his black sedan parked just across the road.
“Need a ride?” he asked.
You kept your eyes on your phone. “No thanks. I’ll just get an Uber.”
He stepped a little closer. “It’s still early. You’ll miss the fun.” His voice dropped slightly. “Or is it because of me? You can’t stand being around me?”
You finally turned to face him, your tone sharp. “No. It’s not about that.”
“Then there shouldn’t be a problem if I give you a ride,” he said, turning on his heel and walking toward his car without waiting for an answer.
You stared at his back, then at your phone. With a quiet sigh, you muttered, “Fine,” and followed him.
Heeseung opened the passenger door for you. You slid in, immediately noticing how good his car still smelled—clean, with a hint of his signature scent. You buckled your seatbelt as he settled into the driver’s seat.
The engine purred to life. For the first few minutes, the silence was loud.
Finally, you spoke. “Just drop me off at my apartment.”
Heeseung glanced at you briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “I thought we were on good terms, Y/N. Why does it feel like you hate me?”
You furrowed your brows, feeling defensive for reasons you couldn’t fully explain. “Just keep driving. There’s no need for small talk.”
A smirk tugged at his lips. “Still got that attitude, huh? Remember when—”
“Don’t,” you cut him off sharply. “Don’t start, Heeseung.”
Heeseung glanced at your figure, his eyes tracing the line of your white dress for a brief moment before returning to the road.
“You left so early,” he said, voice calm. “You didn’t even tell your friends you were sneaking out.”
You kept your gaze fixed straight ahead, refusing to look at him. The passing scenery blurred outside the window as you replied coldly, “Why would it matter? It’s personal. And you don’t deserve an explanation.”
Heeseung let out a quiet breath, his fingers tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “Personal…” he repeated, almost to himself. A bitter chuckle escaped him. “We used to tell each other everything. Now I’m not even worth a simple reason?”
You clenched your jaw, irritation. “We’re not together anymore, Heeseung. You lost the right to know what I’m thinking the day we broke up.”
He stayed quiet for a few seconds, the smirk from earlier completely gone. When he spoke again, his voice was gentle.
“I never said I stopped caring, Y/N.”
you felt your chest tighten. Turning your head sharply toward him, you snapped,
“And why do you still care?”
Heeseung’s jaw flexed as he kept his eyes on the road. For a moment, he didn’t answer.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low and steady.
“Because I spent seven years loving you, Y/N. That kind of thing doesn’t just disappear overnight… no matter how much we both tried to pretend it did.”
You hated how calm he sounded. How sincere. It made the walls you’d built feel dangerously fragile.
You looked away again, staring at the trees blurring past the window. “Well, you should learn to. We both moved on, didn’t we?” Your voice came out sharper than you intended. “It’s been years. There’s no point in pretending like we still mean something to each other.”
Heeseung let out a soft, humorless laugh. “Is that what you tell yourself when you look at me?” He glanced at you briefly, his light ash-blonde hair catching the sunlight. “Because the way you ran from me at the wedding says otherwise.”
You stayed quiet.
You kept your eyes fixed on the passing scenery outside the window, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Your fingers tightened in your lap, nails digging into your palms as you fought the storm of emotions rising in your chest.
Heeseung glanced at you again, his almond-shaped eyes softening just a fraction. The late afternoon sunlight filtered through the car, catching on his light ash-blonde hair and making him look unfairly handsome.
“Y/N…” he said gently, his voice lower now. “You don’t have to keep running from me. We’re both adults. We ended things cleanly, didn’t we?”
Still, you said nothing. The truth was, sitting this close to him — breathing in the familiar scent of his car, hearing that same calm voice — was stirring up memories you’d tried so hard to bury. The seven years. The promises. The way he used to hold you like you were the only thing that mattered.
Heeseung sighed softly. “If you really hate me that much, just say it. At least give me that.”
You stayed quiet for a few more seconds, then finally spoke, your voice softer but still guarded.
“I didn’t say I hated you.”
Heeseung’s grip on the steering wheel loosened slightly. He glanced at you again, his light ash-blonde hair falling gently over his forehead. The corner of his mouth lifted in a small, bittersweet smile.
“Then what is it?” he asked quietly. “Because you’re acting like you can’t wait to get away from me. You could barely look at me back at the wedding, and now you’re sitting here like I’m a stranger.”
You turned your head toward him this time, meeting his almond-shaped eyes for the first time since getting in the car. Your heart betrayed you with a familiar flutter.
“It’s not hate,” you admitted, your tone quieter. “It’s just… complicated. Seeing you again after all this time… it brings back everything. And I wasn’t prepared for that today.”
Heeseung nodded slowly, his expression turning more serious. The car hummed along the quiet road as he processed your words.
“Complicated,” he repeated, almost under his breath. “Yeah… I get that.”
After a pause, he added gently, “I wasn’t prepared either, you know. The moment I saw you in that white dress… it hit me harder than I expected.”
You took a shaky breath, finally letting some of the truth slip out.
“Sorry… Heeseung,” you said quietly, your voice cracking just a little. “I moved on. Or at least… I thought I did. But I don’t know. I just don’t have the guts to look at you right now. I—”
Your words trailed off. You hated how vulnerable you sounded, but sitting this close to him made it impossible to keep pretending.
Heeseung stayed silent for a moment, his eyes fixed on the road. Then he spoke, his tone low and gentle.
“You don’t have to explain yourself if it’s that hard,” he said. “But… I’m right here, Y/N. You can talk to me.”
He glanced at you briefly, his almond eyes catching yours for a second before returning to the road. “I know we ended things, but seeing you today… it reminded me how much of you I still remember. How much I still notice.”
The air in the car felt thicker now. Your heart was beating too fast, memories of your seven years together flooding back — the good ones, the painful ones, and everything in between.
You swallowed hard, fingers twisting in the fabric of your white dress.
You swallowed hard, fingers twisting nervously in the fabric of your white dress.
“But… you’ve moved on, right?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
The question slipped out before you could stop it. You regretted it instantly, but it was too late. The words hung in the quiet space between you, heavy with unspoken fear.
Heeseung didn’t answer right away. His jaw tightened, and he kept his gaze fixed on the road for a long moment. The soft hum of the engine filled the silence. Finally, he let out a slow breath.
“Moved on?” he repeated, almost like he was tasting the words. He glanced at you, his eyes meeting yours directly this time. “I tried to. I really did.”
He paused, his hair catching the fading sunlight as the car moved forward.
“But seeing you today… in that dress, standing there like you did back then…” He shook his head slightly. “It made me realize I haven’t moved on as much as I thought I had.”
Your heart stuttered at his honest admission. The air in the car suddenly felt warmer, heavier. You looked down at your lap, unsure how to respond.
Heeseung’s voice softened even more. “Does that scare you?”
You stared at him for a long moment, your heart pounding heavily in your chest. His profile looked even more striking up close — the sharp jawline, the soft light ash-blonde hair, those familiar almond eyes. Then you quickly looked away, staring straight ahead at the road.
“It’s crazy…” you whispered, voice trembling slightly, “but I still think about you. About what we could have had.”
The confession felt heavy as it left your lips. You immediately regretted how vulnerable it sounded, but you couldn’t take it back now. The car grew even quieter, the weight of your words settling between you like a confession.
Heeseung’s hands tightened on the steering wheel again. He exhaled slowly, almost shakily.
“Y/N…” he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. “You can’t say things like that while I’m driving.”
He glanced at you, his gaze intense. “Because if you keep talking like this, I’m going to pull over and do something we might both regret.”
Your breath caught at his words, memories of his touch, his kiss, and the way he used to look at you flooding your mind all at once.
Heeseung swallowed hard before continuing, quieter this time. “I think about it too. Every damn day. That wedding we promised each other… the life we planned. I never stopped wondering what would’ve happened if we fought harder for us.”
You let out a shaky breath, eyes still fixed on the road ahead.
“Well… I wish we did,” you said softly, voice thick with regret. “But we were so fucking immature back then.”
Heeseung let out a quiet, pained laugh — the kind that carried years of unsaid feelings.
“Yeah,” he agreed, nodding slowly. “We really were. Too proud to admit when we were wrong. Too stubborn to listen. Every fight felt like the end of the world instead of something we could fix.”
He paused for a moment, glancing at you with those almond eyes that still made your stomach flutter.
“But we were just kids, Y/N. Seven years together and we still didn’t know how to love each other properly.” His voice dropped lower. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less now, though.”
You could feel the weight of all those lost years pressing down on both of you. The golden sunlight was slowly turning orange as evening approached, casting a warm glow across his face.
You bit your lip, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him.
“I miss what we had,” you whispered, almost too quietly for him to hear. “Not just the good parts… but the feeling of belonging to someone like that.”
Heeseung’s jaw clenched. His hand moved from the steering wheel and hovered for a second, as if he wanted to reach for yours, but he stopped himself.
“Y/N…” he said, voice rough. “If you keep saying things like that… I really am going to pull this car over.”
Your heart was racing. The tension between you had become almost unbearable. You turned to look at him fully, your breath shaky.
“Heeseung…” you said, voice low but clear. “Pull over.”
Heeseung’s eyes widened slightly. For a split second, he looked at you like he wasn’t sure he heard you right. Then something shifted in his expression — a mix of surprise, desire, and hesitation.
Without a word, he slowed the car down and steered it off the main road onto a quiet, tree-lined shoulder. The tires crunched over gravel as the car came to a gentle stop. He put it in park and turned off the engine.
Heeseung turned to face you, his hair slightly messy now, eyes dark with intensity. His gaze dropped to your lips for a moment before returning to your eyes.
“Are you sure?” he asked, voice husky and low. “Because if I touch you right now… I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.”
You could feel the heat rising between you, the air thick with years of unresolved feelings.
“Yes,” you whispered, breath trembling. “I’m sure, Heeseung.”
the moment the words left your mouth, something in him snapped.
Heeseung reached over, one hand sliding behind your neck as he pulled you toward him. His lips crashed into yours with a hunger that had been building for years. The kiss was desperate, deep, and full of everything you both had tried to bury — regret, longing, and raw desire.
You moaned softly against his mouth as his other hand gripped your waist, pulling you closer. The seatbelt buckle dug into your side, but neither of you cared. He tasted exactly how you remembered, only better.
Heeseung pulled back, breathing heavily.
His fingers traced the neckline of your white milkmaid dress, brushing against your skin and sending shivers down your spine. He kissed you again, slower this time, savoring every second as his hand slipped lower, resting on your bare thigh just beneath the hem of your dress.
The car windows were already starting to fog up.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered against your lips, even as his hand slowly moved higher, “and I will.”
But you didn’t want him to stop.
His hand was sliding higher up your thigh when you reached down and unbuckled your seatbelt with a soft click.
“Heeseung…” you breathed against his lips, voice shaky with need. “We should…”
You didn’t finish the sentence. You didn’t need to.
Heeseung pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and heavy with desire. His hair was slightly tousled, lips swollen from the kiss. For a second, you saw a flicker of hesitation in his expression — like he was waiting for you to say stop.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you shifted closer, climbing over the center console and straddling his lap. The hem of your white milkmaid dress rode up your thighs as you settled on him. Heeseung let out a low groan, his hands immediately gripping your waist, fingers digging into the soft fabric.
“Fuck,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “You’re really doing this.”
He kissed you again, harder this time, one hand sliding up your back while the other slipped under your dress, caressing the bare skin of your thigh. The car felt too small, too hot, filled with the sound of your heavy breathing and quiet whimpers.
Heeseung broke the kiss to trail his lips down your neck, sucking gently on the sensitive spot he still remembered so well.
“Tell me what you want, Y/N,” he whispered against your skin, his breath hot. “Say it clearly.”
His fingers teased the edge of your panties, waiting for your answer.
You cupped his face with both hands, looking straight into his eyes as you straddled him. Your voice came out soft, breathless, and honest.
“I want you, Heeseung… Just like it always was.” You swallowed hard, your thumbs brushing over his cheeks. “I miss you.”
Something raw flashed across his face. Heeseung let out a shaky exhale, like your words had undone the last bit of his control.
“God, Y/N…” he groaned before kissing you deeply, almost desperately. His hands slid under your dress, gripping your ass and pulling you harder against him. You could already feel how much he wanted you, the bulge in his pants pressing against your core.
He broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down your neck, sucking and biting gently as his fingers tugged at the straps of your milkmaid dress, pulling them down your shoulders. The fabric slipped lower, exposing more of your skin to his hungry gaze.
“I missed you too,” he murmured against your collarbone, voice thick with emotion and lust. “Every fucking night. I tried to forget… but I never could.”
One of his hands moved between your bodies, slipping under your dress and pushing your panties aside. His fingers teased you slowly, making you gasp and roll your hips against his hand.
“You’re already so wet for me,” he breathed, sounding almost reverent. “Still so responsive… just like I remember.”
Heeseung kissed you again, swallowing your soft moans as his fingers moved with practiced ease, knowing exactly how to touch you after all these years.
His fingers moved perfectly against you, drawing soft gasps from your lips. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, overwhelmed.
“Heeseung…” you moaned breathlessly.
The name slipped out naturally, but it triggered a flood of memories. You remembered the silly little nickname you used to call him all the time — Bambi. Because of his big, pretty eyes and how innocent they looked even when he was doing the most sinful things to you.
A small, broken laugh escaped you as you whispered against his skin, “Bambi…”
Heeseung froze for half a second, then let out a low, husky chuckle that vibrated against your chest.
“Fuck… you haven’t called me that in years,” he muttered, voice rough with both amusement and arousal. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his hair messy, eyes dark and gleaming. “You really know how to mess with my head, huh?”
He kissed you hard, almost punishingly, as if the old nickname had ignited something deeper in him. His fingers moved faster between your legs while his other hand squeezed your hip, guiding you to grind against him.
“Say it again,” he demanded softly against your lips, nipping at them. “Call me that while I make you feel good.”
“Bambi…”
Then you tilted your head and pressed your mouth to his neck, sucking gently on his skin. Heeseung let out a deep, guttural groan, his head falling back against the seat. His fingers tightened almost painfully on your hips.
“Shit… Y/N,” he rasped, voice hoarse with pleasure. Your lips and tongue on his neck were driving him crazy — especially hearing that old nickname again after so long.
You sucked harder, leaving a small mark just below his jaw, and Heeseung’s hips bucked up against you instinctively. His hand slipped back between your thighs, fingers moving with more purpose now, sliding through your wetness before pushing one finger inside you.
“Fuck, keep going,” he breathed, his free hand tangling in your hair. “Mark me up, baby… just like you used to.”
You moaned against his neck, grinding down on his hand as he added a second finger, curling them perfectly inside you. The windows of the car were completely fogged up now, the air thick with heat and the sound of your heavy breathing.
Heeseung’s other hand pulled your dress lower, exposing your chest. His mouth immediately found your breast, sucking and licking while his fingers kept their steady.
“Bambi…” you whimpered again, the name spilling out like a habit you never really broke.
You pulled back slightly, cupping his face with both hands. Your thumbs gently brushed over his cheeks as you looked at him with glassy eyes, your body trembling from the way his fingers continued moving inside you.
“I miss you…” you whispered shakily. “I miss your handsome face… I miss your neck… I miss your eyes… I miss your lips… I miss your fingers—”
Your voice broke into a soft moan as Heeseung curled his fingers deeper, hitting that perfect spot. You were trembling uncontrollably on his lap, thighs shaking around him.
Heeseung’s breath hitched. His eyes darkened with intense emotion as he stared at you, completely captivated. He leaned into your touch, pressing his face harder against your palms.
“Fuck, baby…” he groaned, voice rough and low. “Don’t say things like that while you’re falling apart on my fingers.”
He kissed you fiercely, swallowing your moans as his fingers moved faster. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours.
“I missed every single part of you too,” he confessed breathlessly, his free hand sliding up your back. “Your voice… your scent… the way you tremble just like this when I touch you.”
He kissed you again, slower and deeper this time, while his fingers kept their relentless, driving you closer and closer to the edge.
You couldn’t hold back anymore.
Your thighs shook violently around him as pleasure crashed over you. You came hard on his fingers, a broken whimper escaping your lips.
“Bambi—” you cried out softly, burying your face in his neck as your walls clenched tightly around his fingers. Your entire body trembled uncontrollably, waves of pleasure rolling through you while he continued moving his fingers slowly, drawing out every last bit of your orgasm.
Heeseung groaned deeply at the feeling of you falling apart on his lap, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on your back.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered against your ear, voice full of satisfaction. “Let go for me… just like that.”
You whimpered again, still shaking as the aftershocks ran through your body. Heeseung gently pulled his fingers out, bringing them to his lips and tasting you without hesitation. His eyes never left yours, dark with lust.
“Still so sweet,” he murmured. “I missed this… I missed making you come undone like this.”
He cupped your flushed face with one hand, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as you tried to catch your breath.
“You okay?” he asked softly, though his hardened length pressing against you told you he was far from done.
You smiled down at him, a mix of mischief and affection playing on your lips. Even while trembling, you felt powerful seeing him like this — flushed, breathing hard, completely affected by you.
You nodded, still breathing heavily, your body buzzing from the aftershocks. Without a word, you helped him adjust in the seat, giving you both more room. Your hands moved eagerly as you tugged his shirt up and over his head, revealing his toned chest and shoulders. Heeseung lifted his hips slightly to help as you unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down just enough.
His hard length sprang free, heavy and flushed. You wrapped your hand around him without hesitation, stroking him slowly from base to tip. Heeseung groaned deeply, his head falling back against the seat.
“Fuck, Y/N…” he breathed, voice strained.
You leaned forward, bracing one hand on his shoulder as you positioned yourself. With a shaky breath, you guided the tip of his cock to your slick folds, teasing it against your entrance. You rubbed him up and down slowly, coating his length with your wetness, making him twitch in your hand.
Heeseung’s fingers dug into your hips, his eyes locked on where your bodies were almost connected.
“You’re such a tease,” he rasped, his light ash-blonde hair messy and his chest rising and falling quickly. “If you keep doing that, I won’t last long once I’m inside you.”
You bit your lip, continuing to rub his swollen tip against your sensitive clit and entrance, enjoying the way his breath hitched every time you pressed him a little harder against you.
“You miss this?” you asked softly, still slowly rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds, teasing him without mercy.
Heeseung let out a strained chuckle that quickly turned into a groan as you pressed him harder against your entrance.
“Fuck yes,” he answered, voice rough and honest. “I missed this so much. I missed you like this — on top of me, teasing me, driving me crazy.”
His hands gripped your waist tighter, fingers digging into your skin as he fought the urge to thrust up into you. His eyes were dark with lust, locked on your face.
“You’re still such a brat,” he muttered, though his tone was full of fondness. “Smiling at me while you torture me… but two can play that game.”
One of his hands slid up your back and tangled in your hair, pulling you down into a deep, hungry kiss. At the same time, his other hand guided your hips, pressing you down just enough for his tip to slip inside you.
You finally lowered yourself onto him, taking his length inch by inch. A soft, breathy moan escaped your lips as he stretched you.
“Ah…” you whimpered, eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming feeling of being filled by him again after so long.
Heeseung’s head fell back against the seat, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he savored the sensation.
“Love…” he breathed, using the old nickname he used to call you. His voice was rough, almost strained. “You’re still so tight… just like I remember. Fuck, I missed you. I missed this.”
He pulled you down further until he was buried completely inside you, both of you letting out shaky breaths. For a moment, neither of you moved — just feeling each other, reconnecting in the most intimate way.
Heeseung looked up at you with dark, half-lidded almond eyes, his light ash-blonde hair messy and his lips parted. He reached up, cupping your face gently with one hand.
“You feel so good, love,” he whispered, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. “So fucking perfect.”
You clenched around him involuntarily at his words, drawing another low groan from him. His hands returned to your hips, slowly guiding you as you began to move.
The wet sound of your bodies colliding filled the small space of the car — skin against skin.
Every time you sank down on him, pleasure shot through your body so intensely that your eyes rolled back, lips parting in a silent moan.
You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest as you rode him harder. The words slipped out before you could stop them, raw and honest.
“I love you, Heeseung…”
Heeseung’s grip on your hips tightened almost painfully. He let out a deep, broken groan, thrusting up to meet your movements. His eyes were locked on your face, dark and overwhelmed with emotion.
“Fuck… don’t say that right now,” he rasped, voice strained. “You’re gonna make me lose it, love.”
Despite his words, he pulled you down harder against him, meeting every roll of your hips with a sharp thrust. One hand slid up your back and tangled in your hair, tugging you down so he could kiss you fiercely.
“I love you too,” he whispered hotly against your lips between kisses. “I never stopped. God, I never fucking stopped.”
The car rocked gently with your movements. Heeseung’s free hand gripped your ass, helping you bounce on him faster as the pleasure between you grew more desperate.
You kept moving on him, hips rolling desperately as the pleasure built higher. The intense feeling of him deep inside you, the way your bodies fit together so perfectly — it was all too much.
Breathless and overwhelmed, you buried your face in the crook of his neck and moaned against his skin,
“I missed this…” Your voice trembled with every thrust. “I missed us… but I was so fucking in denial about it.”
Heeseung groaned loudly, wrapping both arms around your waist and pulling you flush against his chest. He thrust up harder into you, the car rocking with the intensity.
“Me too, love,” he rasped, voice rough and emotional. “I was in denial too. Pretending I was fine without you… when all I wanted was this. Was us again.”
He kissed the side of your head, then your cheek, before capturing your lips in a messy, passionate kiss. One hand slid down to grip your ass, guiding you to move faster on him.
“Don’t stop,” he breathed between kisses. “Don’t fucking stop, baby. I need all of you tonight.”
Your bodies moved together more urgently now, the mix of raw lust and long-buried emotions making everything feel ten times more intense.
Your movements grew faster and more desperate, chasing the high together. Heeseung thrust up into you with deep, powerful strokes, his arms wrapped tightly around your body. The tension inside you finally snapped.
You came hard around him, crying out his name as intense pleasure flooded your body. Your walls clenched tightly, pulling him over the edge with you.
Heeseung groaned deeply, burying his face in your neck as he came inside you, hips stuttering while he filled you completely. Both of you trembled, breathing heavily, lost in the overwhelming release.
Afterward, you stayed exactly where you were — still buried deep inside you. You didn’t move. You didn’t want to. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck and clung to him, your face hidden in the crook of his shoulder.
Heeseung held you just as tightly, one hand gently stroking your back while the other rested on your waist. His heart was still racing against your chest.
Neither of you spoke for a long moment. The only sounds were your slowing breaths. He finally pressed a soft kiss to your temple and whispered against your skin,
“Don’t let go yet… I don’t want you to either.”
You stayed like that — connected, warm, and wrapped around each other — as if letting go would make everything real again.
As if the outside world could wait just a little longer.
You stayed buried around him, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, unwilling to break the connection. Minutes passed in warm silence as your breathing slowly returned to normal.
Eventually, you pulled back just enough to finally look at him. Heeseung’s light hair was messy, his forehead slightly damp, and his eyes were softer than you’d seen them in years. Your heart clenched at the sight.
“Heeseung…” you whispered, voice barely audible.
He looked up at you with gentle intensity, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a strand of hair stuck to your flushed skin. The other hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on your lower back — classic Heeseung aftercare, the kind you had almost forgotten.
“Yeah, love?” he answered softly, his voice warm.
You bit your lip, suddenly feeling shy despite everything you’d just done. “I can’t believe we did that… in your car.”
A small, tired smile tugged at his lips. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips — slow and tender.
“Neither can I,” he murmured against your mouth. “But I don’t regret it. Not even a little.”
Heeseung carefully helped you shift, though he kept you on his lap, still holding you close. He reached into the backseat for a small pack of tissues and cleaned you up gently, his touch so careful and loving it made your chest ache.
“You okay?” he asked quietly, eyes searching yours. “Not too sore?”
You shook your head, resting your forehead against his. “I’m okay… Just overwhelmed.”
Heeseung wrapped his arms around you again, pulling you against his bare chest. His fingers traced lazy patterns on your arm as he held you in comfortable silence for a moment.
“I meant what I said earlier,” he whispered. “I never stopped loving you. Even when I tried to move on… no one ever came close to you.”
You swallowed hard, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.
“I was so scared to admit it,” you confessed softly. “I thought if I ignored it long enough, the feelings would go away. But seeing you today… it all came rushing back.”
Heeseung tilted your chin up so you’d look at him again.
“So what now?” he asked, voice gentle but serious. “We can’t pretend this didn’t happen, Y/N.”
You stayed quiet for a moment, still sitting on his lap with him buried inside you. Then a small, shy smile curved your lips as you looked into his eyes.
“Then…” you whispered, smiling softly, “we better bring us back again.”
Heeseung’s eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and pure relief washing over his face. His hands tightened around your waist as a bright, genuine smile broke across his lips — the kind that made eyes crinkle at the corners.
“Yeah?” he breathed, voice full of quiet hope. “You really mean that?”
You nodded, cupping his face with both hands and resting your forehead against his.
“I mean it,” you said softly. “I don’t want to keep running from this… from you. We were idiots back then, but we’re not the same people anymore. I want us again, Heeseung. If you still do.”
Heeseung let out a shaky laugh, wrapping his arms fully around you and pulling you into a tight embrace. He pressed multiple soft kisses to your shoulder, your neck, and finally your lips.
“I’ve been waiting to hear you say that for years,” he murmured against your mouth. “Of course I still want us. I never stopped wanting you.”
He kissed you slowly, tenderly — nothing like the desperate hunger from earlier. This kiss was full of warmth, and years of missed affection.
After pulling back, he brushed his thumb across your cheek and smiled.
“So… does this mean you’re officially my girl again?” he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.
You laughed softly, still flushed and wrapped around him. “Yeah, Bambi. I’m yours again.”
Heeseung’s smile widened. He hugged you closer, burying his face in your neck as he whispered,
“Good. Because I’m never letting you go this time.”
Warnings: smut, multiple orgasms, cursing, dirty talk, taboo relationship, pet names, sir kink, mentions of oral, unprotected sex.
Genre: 18+, best friends dad, smut, single dad, minors do not interact!
WC: 2,299k
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Since you started hooking up with your best friend's dad, your sex life has been amazing, perfect, to be exact. There wasn’t a moment where he left, and you weren’t satisfied.
Being with him was wrong, and you knew it, but he was just so good to you that you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.
His touch was addicting. His kisses were like a warm blanket on a cold day, and you could still hear the sweet nothings he whispered in your ear while he fucked you so good before dropping you off at home.
What was supposed to be a one-time thing turned into many times a week, and eventually, you had sex with each other every day behind your friend's back.
You even ditched school, lying to your friend about being sick just so you could have her father all alone to yourself.
And he wasn’t much better off calling into work because there was no way he could calmly get through the day without feeling your pussy around his dick. He’s been craving you since he laid eyes on you, and after getting to feel and taste you, there was no way he could get enough. Saying he was down bad would be an understatement.
“Fuck you’re always so fucking wet for me, princess” It was currently three thirty in the afternoon. Your back was pressed against his couch, legs over his shoulders, while he squeezed the meat of your thighs and rammed his dick into you over and over again.
“Sir, right there, oh god, yes” You gripped the couch for something to ground yourself with because you were losing your mind every time he went balls deep only to pull all the way out, leaving just the tip inside and thrusting forward once again, leaving you breathless as you clenched on his cock.
“Keep squeezing my cock princess feels so fucking tight” his tongue darted out to wet his dry lips as he picked up the pace, loud clapping sounds bouncing off the walls every time his sweaty thighs met yours. “We gotta h-hurry fuck- m-my daughters gonna be home s-soon” You had been going at it for about an hour already. He went down on you, and of course, you returned the favor sucking not one but two orgasms out of his precious dick.
You nodded your head too fucked out to answer as you bit your lip to suppress some of your noises. “Make me cum. Wanna cum on your cock, sir, please.”
“Fuck I got you, princess. Just lay there and take it like the good girl I know you are” he grabbed the armrest above your head, veins protruding from his forearm as his other hand drifted down towards your clit easily finding the sensitive pearl and rubbing soft but effective circles as he effortlessly rolls his hips coaxing out yet another orgasm from you he’d made you cum so many times in just an hour that you lost count but you still needed more and more, and the harsh crunch of your scorching wet walls only proved that to be so. “Gonna cream on this dick yeah?”
“Yes sir,” you moan, your hands holding his abdomen as he buries his cock deeper and deeper, so deep you feel like crying cause he is just that good. There was no other feeling in the world that could even compare to the way he was making you feel. “So good, so deep keep fucking me, sir, just like that fuck” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, and you could have sworn you were in heaven.
“Princess,” whimpering your nickname, he lowers himself down when he feels his muscles finally starting to give out. He presses his cheek next to yours, licking and flicking his tongue around your ear, nibbling on the lobe before dipping his tongue in the small canal, pleasuring your body in ways you could have never imagined.
He thrusts so effortlessly into your warm cunt, both of you on the brink as he fastens the pace of his thumb on your clit until you see stars.
“I’m g-gonna-sir. I’m cumming!” You shriek, the walls of your pussy, sucking him in so deep, begging for him to drop his load inside you.
“That’s my good little girl,” he rasps in your ear. Just a couple of thrusts later, you feel his thick cock throb against your heat. “Can I cum inside, please?” He knows you’d say yes, but that never stopped him from asking just to make sure it’s what you wanted too.
“Please cum inside. Don’t even have to ask, sir just want your cum in me all the time” You admit you knew it was shameful, but it was true you loved feeling his cream leaking from your hole when he was finished, even when you went home, his creamy white was still staining your swollen pussy lips.
“As you wish, my princess,” he kissed your cheek. Not even two thrusts later, he came inside you. What could he say? Your words had worked him up beyond belief, and he couldn’t wait to cream pie your pussy over and over breed your little tight wet cunt full of his seed. “Hmm fuck! So good princess, give sir a kiss, yeah?” He breathes against your lips kissing you feverishly, his veiny cock pushing all of his cum back inside your pulsing cunt until he collapses on top of you, both of you breathing heavily. “Let’s stay like this for a while, and then I’ll take you home, okay?” He nuzzles against your chest, listening to your rapid heartbeat.
Before you could protest, his phone rang, causing both of you to jolt up in surprise.
He quickly grabbed it from his jacket, the phone screen showing his daughter's nickname, and he immediately panicked. “Hey, sweetheart,” he answers calmly, even though he feels like he’s going to throw up cause he’s still buried to the hilt and throbbing in your spent cunt.
You couldn’t hear what was being said. You could only see Heeseung’s worried face, which made you worry cause what you feared the most was being caught. “Now? Okay, Daddy will be home soon, okay? Bye, sweetheart, I love you.” he turned to you after hanging up his phone. “She’s gonna be here any minute. I have to take you home,” he pulls out of you reluctantly, quickly grabbing a tissue before the mess leaks down onto the couch.
You both got dressed in a flash. Moments later, he was backing out of his driveway and taking you home. It was comfortably silent in the car, and ten minutes passed before he was driving into your empty driveway to drop you off. “You’re coming over tomorrow, right?” He chews on his lip, worriedly afraid you might not want to come back after nearly getting caught with him.
“Yeah,” you turn to him, a small smile on your lips.
Your answer puts his troubled mind at ease as he returns your smile. “Can I have a little kiss before you go?” He mumbles while playing with a loose thread on the steering wheel.
You lean in, quickly kissing his cheek goodbye.
“No, I mean like this.” he quickly cups your face, leaning over the console to press his lips on yours, tilting his head to find a good rhythm as his nose brushes against yours. “Hmm,” he moans the moment his lips touch yours, and he can already feel himself getting excited from the short but intense make-out session, his hips bucking up to fuck the air, desperately trying to get some type of friction going. “Fuck” he whispers in between kisses, and it’s like you could read his mind as your hand traveled between his legs to press down on his erect dick. “Is anyone home?” He quickly asked.
“Not for a while. Why?” He breaks the kiss, shutting his engine down.
“Cause I need you so bad, please, princess. I'm so fucking hard already,” he begs you, but he doesn’t care how pathetic he looks. All he knows is that he needs to be inside you right now. Hell, he needed to be inside you ever since he pulled out.
“Okay,” you immediately agree. You couldn’t deny you still wanted more, even after those countless orgasms he gave to you back at his house.
You both exited the car, and you quickly led him to your room, where you locked your door and pushed him down on the bed by his shoulders. You straddled his waist, lifting up your skirt so your core could be in direct contact with his leaking bulge.
His hands went to your hips automatically as you ground your panty-covered pussy on his clothed cock. “Yeah, princess, just like that” You wrapped your arms around his neck while rolling your hips, using him as support to ride his dick.
After a while, he could feel the wetness hitting the crotch of his slacks, and he threw his head back, the wet, sticky sensation enough to have him desperately throbbing and dripping large amounts of precum.
“How am I supposed to go home like this, hmm, princess?” He looked down at the sight of his stained slacks. “All covered in your juices. Maybe I should just wear them. Let everyone know that you’re so desperate for cock you couldn’t help but rub your slutty pussy all over my bulge.” You hid your face in his neck, feeling shy from his comment. “It’s true though, right god only knows how many orgasms, and you’re still just shamelessly rutting your cunt on me, such a desperate little thing,” he guides you helping you roll your hips as your lips leave sloppy kissing all over his neck.
“Yes sir,” you whine helplessly, agreeing with him cause it was all true. You couldn’t stop humping against him. Even if you tried, you were just too desperate to feel him. “Please,” you whimper.
“Yeah, little one?” He hums, fingers slowly gliding under your shirt so he can grab your breasts.
You moan from the slight pinch he gives your nipples. “I need to ride your cock, please, sir. I want you stuffed inside me so badly” his cock can’t help but jumps in excitement at your words, and it takes him only two seconds to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down just enough for his hard wet cock to pop out.
He reaches under your skimpy little skirt, pushing your panties to the side. “Up” You raise your hips, and he grabs the base of his cock, guiding it to your soaking entrance as you slowly sink down on his tip. Both of you moan in pure relief after getting the feeling you both had been so desperately craving for. “Good girl,” he said, kissing your neck. “Now bounce on it. Make sir feel real good.” he put his hands behind his head, letting you do all the work.
“Oh god, yes fuck yes,” You create a quick pace from the start, still wet and stretched from earlier when he took you on his couch. “Love your cock so much” You grip the collar of his white dress shirt, bunching the material and sliding down further on his shaft, your toes curling into the mattress as you feel his balls kissing your outer lips when you take him impossibly deep.
“Fuck princess, I’m so close already,” he moans softly. “Look at that.” he lifts your dress up, showing you the white sticky mess on your groin areas.
“Sir!” Your legs grow weak at the sight of him disappearing inside you, not to mention the mess of cum coating his thick base.
He breaths shakily, his nipples growing hard from the stimulation on his cock. “Yeah, princess, I’m here. Just keep riding it just like that. Don’t stop fucking this dick until you cream around it” he moves his other hand from behind his head, one going to your waist while the other sneaks under your skirt to fondle your puffy clit.
Your jaw falls slack, tits bouncing up and down in his face as you give him the best ride of his whole entire life.
The bed squeaks continuously, and he can’t help but smirk, knowing he’s the one that’s got you this excited to the point you can’t stop moaning and slamming your pussy on his cock. “Please cum, sir, please,” you beg, just waiting to feel his cream again, and it’s safe to say you’re addicted to having his cum inside.
“Ah fuc- okay, okay.” he loses himself, turning into putty at your command as he shoots the first rope inside you. “Y/n, please, please, please,” he grits through his teeth, squeezing your soft waist. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point. All he knows is that he wants to feel all of you, every last inch of you, of your warm pussy cumming on his girth.
Rope after rope follows as he massages your pearl, desperately trying to get you to release with him. “Sir,” you mewl, your knees growing tired as he rubs out an intense orgasm from you. “Love cumming on your cock” Your lips trail his jawline, wet messy kisses staining his cheek as he softly thrust up, pushing his cum back inside you for safekeeping.
He chuckles, completely out of breath, as you both finish nearly back to back. “Kiss me before I have to leave.” You leaned back, showing him a tired smile as he mirrored your appearance, face, sweaty eyes, hazy, and hair a ruffled mess.
“Okay,” you respond, going in for a kiss, and you knew you’d be calling in sick more often because this wouldn’t be the last time.
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pairing: heeseung x afab! reader
wc: 10.5k!
synopsis: Heeseung and you belonged to two different worlds. Being at the right place at the wrong time, your whole world changes and you find yourself in the world of the rich…as Heeseung’s fiancée.
warnings: unprotected sex, multiple rounds, oral (male receiving), dry humping, fingering (both holes .-.), daddy kink, breeding kink, pain kink, hand job bro the sex scene is just pure filth idk what else. sex scene was written when i was possessed xo
a/n: i wanna cry it is ending i will miss bambi and baby so much. thank you to my lovely readers who loved this story and always been so kind and gentle towards me during the writing process i feel so lucky i get to share it with you. you have no idea how much i appreciate you all. i will also post the epilogue and with that ffh will come to and end. i love you all so much... i hope we meet in another fairtytale, love my u oreos
December, Seoul
Heeseung was in peace.
Peace was the perfect word to explain his contentment at the moment. When your back was pressed against his chest in your small bed, limbs tangled into each other as you both kept your eyes closed shut even though sleep was leaving your bodies slowly.
His chin was perfectly sitting on your shoulder, cheeks against each other, lips brushing to your soft skin gently in his sleepy state.
How were you real?
The thick blanket over your bodies were the only thing keeping you warm beside the heat of each other, and Heeseung softly beamed when you rubbed your feet against his. He wanted to sleep next to you forever, he was sure.
“You sleeping?” His raspy voice echoed near your ear, sending thousands of lightning bolts down your stomach. His voice was like velvet even in the mornings.
“Nope.” You let out a tiny giggle, fingers brushing his knuckles that were on your stomach. You shivered when his soft lips were pressed to your shoulder. “Morning, baby.”
Both of you never opened your eyes during the conversation bur you were both aware that a stupid grin was on each other’s faces.
“Morning, Hee.”
He kissed your shoulder with more force, tightening his arms around your waist.
“Last night was… I really enjoyed it.” He shyly admitted, like it was the first time he ever had sex.
You finally opened your eyes, seeing the full length mirror next to your bed and the way Heeseung’s body held you from the reflection.
His curls were sitting messily on his forehead, his eyelids were still closed, lips in a pout as they were somewhere between your neck and shoulder. His shoulders looked lean and strong as he held you, his neck clenched and showing beautiful veins from the position he was in.
When did you get so lucky?
You lifted your hand and caressed his cheek with your fingertips, watching his reaction to you from the mirror. His lashes fluttered prettily, a soft smirk pulled on his plump lips and his pointy nose dug deeper into your shoulder.
“Open your eyes, baby.”
He immediately opened them, how can he not when your voice sounded so soft in front of him. His nose scrunched when he saw your reflection on the mirror like you did, and you lightly gasped when a tear fell down from his cheek.
“Heeseung!”
You turned around in his hold with worry, hands cupping his cheek and wiping his tear away, “Love?”
He shook his head to sides, an embarrassed laugh escaping his lips along the way, “I am so sorry, I look stupid.”
You kept staring at him with questioning eyes as your thumb caressed his high cheekbones, in a comforting manner.
“I- I thought I lost you forever. I am just happy that you are in my arms.”
Lee Heeseung was crying because his feelings were so strong to articulate with words, his love for you was too intense that, it came out in the form of tears.
Never in a million years you’d think a man would cry because he loves you more than impossible.
“Are those tears of happiness?” You softly mumbled, pressing your lips to his wet cheek, a hum raised from his throat.
“I am in love with you.” He confessed, like he did a million times before, “Maybe I am going crazy, I don’t know…”
As an answer you pressed your lips against his, kissing your boyfriend with passion. His hands travelled to the small of your back, pushing you to his body as much as possible as your fingers ran through his smooth hair.
When you break the kiss, both of you cackled, you stayed there as your foreheads were touching each other softly.
Then Heeseung’s eyes got widened, and his lips made an O shape.
“What?” You asked, staring at him between your furrowed brows, “What happened?”
He let out a big sigh, “We forgot them.”
And the moment he said that, door of your tiny room opened and you thanked god that your naked parts were under your blanket.
“Fuck yes you did, Lee Heeseung.” Yunjin sent him a threatening look and then she realized the two of you literally stuck to each other in your single bed, naked.
“I know I begged for you to fuck but I never thought I would actually see my best friend like this.”
You gave her an unapologetic smile, hanging on more to Heeseung to hide your red cheeks. Then there was a sound of footsteps nearing to you and before Yunjin can stop them, the all three stormed into the room to ask why Heeseung stood them all up in his house.
“Ow!” Jake screamed, immediately turning his back and his eyes closing, “Damn bro what are you doing?”
Heeseung massaged his temples in stress, as he pulled the blanket over to your chin with his other hand.
Sunghoon hissed, “So you ditched us to fuck?”
You wanted to say something but Heeseung pressed his palm on your lips.
“I was just having quality time with my girlfriend because I missed her.”
“And you forgot about us!” Jay pointed at him, a scoff leaving his lips.
Heeseung sighed again, taking the pillow under your head to throw at them, making you gasp loudly and almost getting up from your place, forgetting you were naked.
“No no no y/n, you better stay there I am not ready to see my best friend’s girl’s boobs yet.” Jake laughed, and then Heeseung threw him the other pillow.
“Piece of shit.”
You started laughing under the blanket and everyone started to laugh at the sound you made, “I’m sorry this is just so weird.” You managed to talk between giggles.
“I think we should leave.” Jay snorted, and then Yunjin pushed all the guys out from your room, leaving you and Heeseung alone again.
Heeseung softly smiled at how you looked small under the big blanket. He leaned in kissed your forehead before getting up from the bed.
You bit your lips, watching his beautiful body, tanned skin glowing with the sun coming through from your windows.
“Babe, my underwear… Oh fuck.”
Your eyes widened with panic, remembering you undressed each other on the stairs and not in the room. Your top was actually discarded at the entrance and both of your clothes and underwear were discarded on the stairs.
“Oh no.” You mumbled, “Ew they all saw my underwear.” You winced in bed, cringing at the thought of the view they came back to.
“Honey, I am literally naked, I think that’s a bigger problem.” Heeseung face palmed himself.
And right after that the door was opened the slightest bit, an arm throwing all your clothes on the bed without looking inside.
“I can’t believe you fucked on the stairs.” Yunjin’s voice raised behind the closed door and then you both heard Sunghoon telling her they should try it too.
You let out a big sigh, throwing Heeseung his pair of Calvin’s.
“Suit up.”
At the breakfast, everyone was eating silently the food Yunjin made. You chewed slowly as your eyes met with Jake’s and then his lips formed a pout.
“I am sorry, y/n.”
Your eyebrows raised, not understanding where he was coming from, “For what?”
Heeseung’s chin also lifted, looking at Jake with curiosity, why was his best friend was apologizing to you?
“For being a dick to you for the last month.”
You gulped, remembering his attitude towards you. You never ever found him guilty for it, instead you loved their bond more, since you knew Jake was clueless. If Yunjin was dumped out of nowhere, you knew you’d also hate that person as well.
“Why were you being a dick to her?”
Heeseung’s voice was emotionless almost, eyes staring coldly at Jake’s. You immediately put your hand over his, stroking his skin in a calming manner, “Heeseung, it’s okay.”
“We all thought we lost you, Heeseung. You were physically there but you weren’t acting like yourself, who was I going to blame?”
Your eyes closed with pain, thinking all the stuff you put Heeseung through. Not only him, also his friends and family. Leaving was not the right option and you were just realizing it now.
Heeseung bit the inside of his cheek, he knew he couldn’t blame his best friend for acting like a jerk towards you. Everyone was clueless in the end, other than you.
“I am sorry for everything I put you all through.”
Your voice sounded shaky as you spoke, and all of their gazes softened as they stared at you.
“I am sorry guys, for taking away your best friend from you. But believe me, seeing you without him in the club hurted me as much as it hurted you.“
You turned to Yunjin.
“I am sorry because I didn’t share anything with you, and ask for your help, when I knew how clever you are and how you always come up with an idea.”
You took a deep breath before turning to Heeseung this time, your head tilting to side when you saw his big eyes looking at you.
“I am sorry, Heeseung. For making you doubt yourself and think you did something wrong.” You lifted your hand and put it on his cheek, “My life sucked without you in it.”
He turned his head and kissed your palm, and then pulling you into a hug behind your head aggressively, making you let out a tiny scream.
“Why are you trying to make us all cry?” He spoke between his teeth as your face was pressed to his chest, and it made everyone let out tiny giggles.
“You’re suffocating your girlfriend, Heeseung.” Jay laughed, slapping his friend’s shoulder to let you go. He kissed your cheek loudly, pulling you to his shoulder now for you to rest your head there.
“Past is past.” He sighed, “We have a bigger problem now.”
Sunghoon pointed his finger at Heeseung, “Let me guess, your parents.”
You held his hand tighter, a shiver running down your spine. Heeseung’s parents still thought you were actually dating and you went and broke up with him out of nowhere.
Technically it was true, but, Jisoo knowing everything was ruining the whole plan so, you needed to tell them the actual truth.
“I will tell them everything.”
“Heeseung, what if—
He shook is head to silence Jake, guessing what he was going to say.
“I don’t care about anything, I only need my girlfriend by my side and I’ll be okay.”
You smiled in pain when he kissed your temple. You sometimes wondered if you deserved to be loved so passionately by him like this.
“We are always by your side, you know that right?” Sunghoon smiled, just encouraging his friend, which made Heeseung nod softly, “I know.”
And that’s how you both ended up in Heeseung's parents house, you and him sitting on one couch away from each other while his parents were sat on the one across.
His mom had a very irked expression on her face as she sat with her hands resting on her knees, and his dad was waiting for Heeseung to talk with slightly raised eyebrows.
Heeseung cleared his throat and grabbed your hand in his before giving you aclook that basically says he is about to start talking.
“We need to share something with you.”
Heeseung’s mother shifted in her seat uncomfortably but then she gasped, putting her hand on her chest, thinking you got back together for a completely different reason.
“Are you expecting a child?”
You choked on your own saliva, coughing loudly to be able to breath and Heeseung caressed your back and rolled his eyes to his mother’s sudden outburst.
Although even having kids with you made him have butterflies in his stomach, he knew the idea was still so far away from your current reality.
“No mom, y/n is not pregnant.” He sheepishly smiled, scratching the back of his neck as he imagined you being actually pregnant, and you knew he was thinking of that because his cheeks were getting redder with every second.
“I made a mistake and I need to confess that.”
You held squeezed his hand and corrected him, “We made a mistake, it’s not only his fault.”
Heeseung’s dad frowned, getting impatient too, “Tell it son, what is it?”
Taking a deep breath, Heeseung looked into his parents eyes, “Y/n and I were not actually engaged.”
Their faces changed, and you got scared of what can possibly come next. You didn’t want Heeseung to be hurt, and you didn’t know what you would do if his parents decides to disown him for telling such big lie.
“I asked her to be my fake fiancée so you guys won’t force me to marry Jisoo.”
You gulped as Mr. Lee’s frown got deeper, and his mother let out an uncomfortable sigh.
“Please listen to me before you decide anything.” Heeseung continued and he took a deep breath before telling his parents the whole story.
“I fell in love, mom.” He smiled softly, looking at you next with big eyes.
“I know everything was supposed to be fake but every time we kissed, every time she looked at me with her pretty eyes, every time I get to smell her, I fell even deeper.”
Your gaze softened as you stared at him, you wanted to hug him so badly but all you could do was caress his hand with your thumb.
He told the whole story, the way you guys gave in and realized you like each other, your talk in the spa and how it was recorded and sent to Jisoo, and her threatening you with it to leave Heeseung in the end.
His mother was massaging her temple, her eyes were getting teary at all the things you went through and his dad was thinking why he ever forced his son to marry someone he doesn’t even know and almost ruined his son’s life forever.
“Our friends found out what Jisoo did to y/n, and that’s why we are back together.” He let out a sigh, and then tilted his head to look at you, seeing your glassy eyes.
“Oh dear…” Heeseung’s mom mumbled, knowing how much his son cried on her lap. There was no doubt in her that he was in love with you, and even looking at your eyes was enough to confirm you felt the same way.
“So yeah…” Heeseung smiled, “That’s how I fell in love with my fiancée for hire.”
You laughed softly, keeping your gaze on the floor because you were too shy to stare at his parents.
“So you’re telling me, you lied to your parents to not get marry and live your party animal life for longer and instead you found the person you actually want to marry?”
Your heart jumped when he mentioned marriage, but Heeseung didn’t even flinch.
“I don’t know when but yes, I found the woman I wanna be with for the rest of my life.”
You bite the inside of your cheek to not cry before Heeseung’s dad got up from his seat and opened his arms, “Come here.”
Heeseung’s corner of his lips curled immediately as he ran to his father, and he embraced his son in a warm hug, even kissing the top of his head.
“My son is all grown up.”
You smirked softly, getting up from your seat when he opened his other arm for you and seconds later you were in a family hug with your boyfriend’s parents.
And you were the happiest ever, feeling home when you saw his smile of assurance before he closed his eyes, knowing there was no obstacles between him and the things he loves the most.
1 year later.
“Ohhh fuckkkk.”
You smirked around Heeseung’s cock, as you were disappeared under the sheets, giving your boyfriend the suck of his life.
He was laying on the bed fully naked, because his lazy ass didn’t even bother to put on his pjs after he took a shower the night before.
And his morning wood was something you just couldn’t resist, especially when it was poking right under your ass in your sleep.
So you found the solution in jerking him off slowly, until you saw a tiny smirk growing on his face when his eyes were still closed. Grinning, your got on top of him and kissed your way down from his chest to his cock, until you were under the sheets and his eyes had to open from the intense pleasure.
You sucked his tip with your plump lips before as your fingers traced his tummy, his head falling to the side, cheek meeting the soft silky material of his pillow. You loved hearing him the moan the most but in the mornings like this, it was much better since he is sleepy, just letting out hums and soft grunts as he squirmed under you.
It also wasn’t the hardest thing to make Heeseung cum in the mornings. So after few minutes, you were feeling the taste of his release in your mouth, along with a breathy moan leaving his lips.
You swallowed his thick cum and Heeseung quickly pulled the sheets over your head to reveal your mischievous face to himself. He was panting with a smile on his face, as he looked down at your messed up hair and puffy lips which were wrapped around his cock seconds ago, then his hands cupped your cheeks and pulled you to his face to kiss you.
“You get naughtier every day.”
You smiled with all teeth, as you supported yourself with your hands next to his body before crawling to him and straddling his chest.
“I love getting naughty for you.”
He smirked, running his hands along the sides of your body as you comfortably sat on his tummy. Staring down at him, you examined his beautiful eyelashes, flawless skin and morning hair that always looked perfect.
And for Heeseung, he was leaving the dream life, his baby waking him him up like this, and then staring at him with her big eyes like she was innocent.
You walked your fingers on his chest before they ended up on his neck, thumb caressing his jaw gently and leaving a soft kiss on his bone, “Good morning pretty boy.”
A chuckle left his lips to your words, his hand grabbing yours and kissing your knuckles gently, “Good morning, baby.”
You pouted as he kept kissing your wrist, getting more invested in it, “You need to get ready for work.”
He whined like a baby, pressing your hand on his face as he let out a cry, remembering he needs to go to the company today.
His dad made an agreement with him for him to work there before he actually takes over and one thing he hated the most was when he was late.
“I wanna stay in bed.” He pouted, hands caressing your ass slowly, “Should I call in sick?”
You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior, yeeting his hands off your butt, “Remember Heeseung, no lies, especially to your dad.”
He hated how you were so loyal to your promises but he also admired how you put them over your desires. One of the reasons he was madly in love with you.
Then his alarm went off, since he was woken up earlier by his human alarm, meaning you.
You giggled and shrugged your shoulders before leaning in and kissing his lips, “C’mon baby, don’t act like a child.” You whined, trying to make him get up, but your attempts failed when he grabbed you by your back and rolled over to get on top of you.
“Since my alarm just went off…” He looked up like he was calculating something, “I still have that five minutes where I check my phone and go pee.”
Your lips formed a thin line. “Thank you for the unnecessary information.”
He didn’t care about your comment and kissed your pretty lips, “Please make love to me, we can do it in 3 minutes.”
You moaned at his wet kisses on your mouth which slowly trailed down to your jaw, “You literally cummed few minutes ago.”
He squeezed your boobs over your tiny pj top, and placing a kiss on them over the material before he opened his mouth to bite lightly, “I’m already rock hard.”
You stared down between your bodies and saw his cock and realized he wasn’t lying, you had a man that’s sex drive was high as the sky. You sighed and quickly took off your panties so he can put it inside.
He smirked, as he aligned himself with your entrance and the rest was just a lot of loud moans and gasps due to his pace since he only had a minute left before he gets ready.
Your eyes rolled back, as Heeseung pressed open mouthed kisses all over chest, while he made your body bounce as he fucked you hard and fast.
You didn’t understand how he even had this energy at 7 am. He was insane.
“Fuck, Heeseung.” You cursed between your teeth, knowing damn well you were going to be sore after it. You hugged his shoulders tightly and he wrapped your legs around his waist so he can go even deeper, and seconds later you were both cumming, his seed was spilling inside of you, mixing with yours.
“This feeling never gets old.” He smirked, rotating his hips slightly for you to fill his cum stirring inside of you. Your head fell back and he took the opportunity to graze his teeth over your throat.
“Thank god for birth control.” You winked at him, and a surprised laugh left his lips, “Mhm…”
You both stared at each other in love, his thumb caressing the corner of your lip softly as he slowly leaned in to press his lips to yours, but his second alarm went off, making both of you jump and bump foreheads instead.
“Ah!! Heeseung!”
“Fuck.” He cursed, his hand caressing his forehead to soothe the pain as he landed kisses on yours, “I am sorry.”
You started laughing as he kept pressing kisses to your skin and you had to slap his butt to get him going, “Go take a shower, silly.”
He kissed your forehead one more time before pulling out and then you watched him getting up and running to the shower, again, stumbling on his way and making you scream at him.
“Baby, try not dying just once!” You screamed.
“I love you!” He yelled back, making you shake your head with a laugh before you heard the water running down inside the bathroom.
You also helped yourself since he was in a rush and then got in the shower after he was out, he gave a you a wet kiss before you got in, while he was busy drying his hair with a towel.
When he was going to work, you tiptoed and kissed his lips, and he chased yours when you tried to got away from him, which ended up him pressing you to the wall and getting the second kiss he wanted.
“I love you.” He kissed your neck, and you smoothed the top of his hair that was looking frizzy, “Love you too, Bambi.”
The day went pass boring in general, since you were now working from home for a fashion company. After sending them your CV they really wanted to work with you and the best part is they wasn’t even aware of who you were, so you knew you got the job just because of your own achievement.
Your silly boyfriend loved taking you out on dates after getting home, or just spending all of his time with you on the couch, which was your dream life.
But you had no idea what Heeseung was planning for today…
“How’s this one?” His dad asked him, showing the ring to Heeseung, from all of the other options that was laid on his desk.
He examined the ring and thought it was really similar to the previous one he gave you, and he wanted something that was a little different.
Then his eyes caught the perfect one, a rectangular baby blue diamond sparkling with tiny brilliants around it.
“I want that one.” He took it in his hand, smiling as he imagined how delicately it would sit on your ring finger.
“Whatever you like, Sir.” The jeweler nodded his head, quickly putting the ring into a velvety luxurious box.
He was going to propose to you.
For real, this time.
He had been thinking about it for a long time now, but he waited for a year, for you to get more comfortable with him, and just enjoy each other as boyfriend and girlfriend.
But he couldn’t wait anymore, he needed to put a ring on your finger again, seeing it empty made him feel mad at this point. He was sure he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you.
After getting the ring, he took a picture of it and send it to the groupchat he created without you in it;
heeseung: what do you guys think? 😅
yunjin: 😮😮😮
sunghoon: oh wow that is a nice ring
jake: omg put it on my finger not y/n’s
jay: WHEN WE SHOULD ARRIVE TO THE CLUB???
He giggled at their reactions before he called you, and after ringing only one time, you answered.
“Baby?”
He smiled widely when he heard your velvety voice on the other side of the line.
“Get ready for tonight, we are going to have a date at the club.”
“Okaaay.” You spoke, closing the lid of your laptop to take a break from work, “When will you be home?”
Heeseung was staring at the ring as he was talking with you, can’t control his smile at all, “In two hours? Do you need anything?”
“Nope.”
“Okay baby, I’ll see you soon.” He ended the call, and then just daydreamed about his life with you in the future instead of working.
You were doing your makeup in front of the full length mirror in your bathrobe, when Heeseung entered the room. You heard the front door opening and every time you knew he was home, you still got that weird excitement bubbling in your stomach.
You turned around to look at him, seeing his white button up’s sleeves rolled up and his blazer hanging down from his shoulder by his pointer finger behind his back.
You smirked, as he walked up to you, kissing your temple, “Welcome, love.”
He smiled at your warm welcome, pressing his lips to your neck next, “Hi, baby.”
He put his jacket on the couch in your room and then sat on the bed, to watch you get ready for a bit. The smell of your shampoo intoxicated him and for a moment, he wanted to get rid of your bathrobe and have you again.
You put two dots of liquid blush on both cheeks, tapping them lightly into your skin to give yourself a sun kissed look, and he watched you in awe.
“You look so pretty.”
You bit the inside of your cheek at his compliment because you weren’t even ready yet. But you still whispered a tiny thank you, cheeks naturally tinting as well.
He let his back fell down on the mattress, rubbing his face with both hands to shake off his nervousness. His goddess of a girlfriend was getting ready in front of him without knowing he was going to propose to her.
What if you said no?
He nervously undone the first two buttons of his shirt, fingers going through his hair as he closed his eyes to calm down.
While he was zoned out in deep thoughts, you straddled his thighs, making him gasp with the sudden contact.
“What’s going on, baby?” You asked, undoing the rest of the buttons of his shirt for him as you prettily sat on his lap. He sighed as he watched you, putting one of his hands behind his head now.
“Nothing.” He mumbled, playing with the string of your robe, “I was just tired at work.” He lied.
“Mhm.” You hummed, not actually believing him but you went with it. “Then why are we going out, let’s stay in.”
He panicked, getting up quickly to wrap his arms around you, “No, no… I am okay, really.” He put your hair behind your ear to kiss under it, “I am already feeling much better since you are in my arms.”
You smirked, pushing your lips against his for a quick kiss, taking off his shirt completely from his body, “Then you should get ready too.”
He hummed, kissing your lips again as you stroked his arms up and down, “I will… in a bit.”
He pushed your bathrobe down off your shoulders, leaving tiny kisses on your collarbones, “I missed you all day..”
You let your hands ran through his hair and pressing your lips to his temple, loving the attention he was giving you.
“Heeseung.” You whispered, “I just showered, baby.”
You sucked your lips in when he stared at you, giving you his classic bambi eyes, lips formed in a pout.
“B-but..”
You giggled at his childish behavior, squeezing his cheeks to kiss his pout, “When we come back, I am all yours?” You raised an eyebrow, and he nodded, a playful smirk covering his lips knowing well you were going to be all his.
With a ring on your finger when you come back home again.
“I will go get ready too then.” He mumbled, turning you both around to get on top before he got up from the bed and patting your ass cheekily as he made his way to the closet.
You stared at the new girls who were working behind the counter like you and Yunjin did, and caught yourself smiling at them. Knowing you were just a girl who works there to dating the star customer just seemed unbelievable.
But there he was, Lee Heeseung, watching you with nothing but love took over his eyes, his hands in yours.
“Baby?” He asked, stroking you softly, “Why you zoned out?”
You shrugged, realizing you were staring at the girls for a long time now and bringing your attention back to your boyfriend.
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
He nodded before taking another sip from his wine, as your heeled foot were subbing against his leg up and down, which you always do whenever you were on a date.
You then bite your lips, remembering you made out and almost fucked on the same table you were eating your dinner now.
“C’mon baby! Now you’re blushing.” Heeseung whined, and you covered your face with your hand, shaking your head as you let out a small giggle.
“Just remembering old memories.” You brushed him off, but Heeseung immediately knew what you were talking about.
“You mean,” He smirked, fixing his collar a little, “Me coming here drunk and us almost fucking on this table?”
Your cheeks burned, remembering everything in detail and the aftermath of it, how you guys made up and never left each other’s side since then.
Heeseung became your morning day and night for the past year, first thing you see when you open your eyes, or first thing you hear in the mornings when he wakes you up with his velvety voice.
Spending your days with him when he is not working, him teaching you how to play golf, cooking together (mainly you), falling asleep on each other’s shoulder while watching a movie, random pecks and even random sex and his existence just making every day enjoyable for you.
And he became your nights, feeling his soft skin against yours, going to sleep cuddled into him, softly kissing until one of you falls asleep, passionate love making he offers you but main thing being him never leaving your side.
“Should we take a walk?” He asked, in his mind he was affirming non stop to himself, affirming you were going to say yes to him.
You nodded, getting up from your chair and he immediately pulled to his side by your waist, a gentle kiss landed on your temple.
The moment you stepped out of the restaurant a cold breeze hit your face, and then you heard the storms, holding Heeseung because it scared you.
Fuck, not rain. Not right now.
“I think it’s going to rain.” You mumbled, looking at the sky with your brows furrowed. A nervous humming left Heeseung lips, as you both walked to the spot where he asked you to marry you.
Fakely.
You giggled, immediately sitting on the grass and patting your side for him to sit, “Come here, baby. Let’s enjoy the moon before it starts raining.”
He smiled at you being so excited to be on the same spot you were a year ago, and that was exactly why he thought it was the best place to ask you to marry him.
He kneeled down and sat next to you, bringing his knees to chest and watched the tiny lake in front, while another thunder showed itself through the grey clouds.
“Can I tell you something?”
You raised your head and stared at him, “Hm?” You hummed, brushing a strand of hair from his face softly, and smiling when he closed his eyes to your touch.
“I wanted to tell that you are my everything.” He mumbled with his eyes still closed, and you felt thousands of butterflies flying in your stomach. Pinching his cheeks, a giggle left your lips.
“And you are my everything too, Bambi.”
“Mhm.” He smirked, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours gently.
“And you know I will always love you for the rest of my life, right?” He whispered against your lips, and you nodded your head, putting your hand on his cheek, “I hope you do, because I will.”
You kissed the tip of his pretty nose before Heeseung screamed there was a shooting star. You turned around, looking at the sky but then it quickly hit you the sky was way too much cloudy, to be able to spot a shooting star.
You smirked, wanting to turn around and whine at him for tricking you but when you turned back, you saw him holding a velvety box with a diamond ring in it.
A gasp left your lips and your hand slapped your mouth, as you stared at his big eyes staring at you.
“This is my second time proposing to someone, in the same place, to the same person.” Heeseung nervously mumbled.
You felt like your whole body was frozen.
“I never thought I would fall in love with the woman who served me the worst coffee I have ever drunk, but here I am… So in love with you.”
Your eyes blinked, you were surprised, even though Heeseung was the one you were going to marry, but you never guessed it would become actually real.
“I am so glad that sicko decided to come to the club, I am so glad you were going on a date with a shitty alcoholic man that day, and I am so glad I pulled you in for a kiss… Never thought it would be the first day that I kissed my future wife.”
You let your hand fall down to your side, your eyes getting teary as you held a sob back. Love of your life was proposing to you, this time it wasn’t for a game.
You fell in love with him in the most unexpected way possible.
What started as a game, became your reality, and you couldn’t be more happier about it.
“Will you marry me?”
Those four words almost made you faint, you still couldn’t believe this was real. You saw Heeseung nervously biting his bottom lip, a gulp going down as his adam’s apple bobbed up and down.
It was so cute because, you knew he was thinking of the possibility of you saying no to him, that’s how silly your boyfriend was.
“Yes.”
A smile took over his lips, and you laughed, tears falling down from your cheeks uncontrollably. Heeseung quickly wiped them away, and he took the ring out of the box, and you let out a nervous sigh looking at the diamond again.
“This time, it is never going to leave that finger.” He softly said, as he put the ring on your delicate finger, then kissing your knuckles.
“I love you, baby.” He smiled, pressing his lips to yours, “And I can’t wait for you to be my wife.”
You kissed him back, fingers going through his hair and massaging his nape, you whispered back, “Let me enjoy being your real fiancée first.”
A chuckle left his lips as he rolled you over on the grass and got on top of you, you gasped trying to look back if people were able to see you, “Heeseung! What are you doing?”
“Ssh.” He shushed you, kissing your lips passionately again, and who you were to reject your fiancé’s kisses when they were the most addictive thing in the whole world, and something you can never get sick of.
Heeseung slowly pushed his tongue into your mouth, fingers intertwined with yours next to your head and you were feeling him brushing your ring finger gently during the kiss.
“I love you, Heeseung.” You moaned, between kisses, and a hum left his lips, as he kissed you even more deeply, your other hand coming to his neck to caress him there.
With another loud thunder, your face started to get wet, thin rain droplets hitting you in a shower. You put your hand on his back, feeling the cotton fabric already sticking to his skin, as you both laughed into each other’s mouth.
“Fuck.” He breathed, breaking the kiss for a second and looking up at the sky, as the rain only got heavier and heavier, leaving both of you soaking wet.
He pressed his forehead to yours, and you couldn’t control the stupid smile that was pulling on your lips.
“This is definitely a memory we will tell to our kids in the future.”
And that only made you pull his face to yours again and kiss your fiancé, just trying to show all the adoration you had for him. He sucked your bottom lip, tasting your lip gloss mixed with the salty rain now, before licking into your mouth, and wrapping your legs around his hips as he leaned into your body more, pressing his chest to yours completely.
“… Is that Heeseung and y/n?” Jay scrunched his nose.
Your friends were in the restaurant, looking outside the window and seeing a couple passionately making out on the grass under the pouring rain.
“I can’t believe they are ditching us again for this.” Yunjin pouted, putting her hand on the glass dramatically, “Look at my best friend…”
“I’ve been through a lot, almost seeing y/n’s boobies to seeing them making out everywhere and now this…” Jake shook his head, turning away from the glass again to not look at the scene.
“Maybe I should ring Heeseung.” Sunghoon mumbled, hand going to his pocket which Yunjin stopped him immediately.
“Let them enjoy it, they just got engaged.” She smiled, and then looking at the baristas. She immediately ran to the counter when she saw the young girl struggling with the coffee machine. She helped her, and then told her she used to work here and even gave her her number to reach out whenever she needs help.
“Another whipped one is here.” Jay pushed Sunghoon’s shoulder and he stumbled, since he was zoned out staring at Yunjin and how sweet she was with the girl.
“I will marry this woman.” He mumbled, and then watched her walking back to him like it was in slow motion, until she placed a tiny kiss on the corner of his lip, “What’s up Hoonie? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Nothing.” He nervously scratched the back of his head. “I just love you.”
She smiled, poking his chest cheekily, “I love you too Sunghoon, a lot.”
He let out a breathy laugh, and pressed her face to his chest, to ignore his nervousness.
“Oh guys! I forgot about you all.” Heeseung spoke, rain droplets dripping from his clothes to the floor, and you basically hidden behind his body, your hand wrapped around his wrist.
“… She said yes by the way.” He smirked, and then it was screaming and hugging each other to congratulate your engagement. They wanted to act like they didn’t know that, like they didn’t see you making out outside.
Heeseung looked down at you with a soft smile on his lips before leaning and kissing your forehead.
Everything was perfect, and your love was too strong to shatter — he couldn’t wait to start the new chapter of his life with you by his side.
After coming home, you both did your night routines like you always did, and you got under the sheets, waiting Heeseung as he was brushing his teeth. You also had to shower before bed since your clothes were wet and a little muddy.
You felt warm when you felt the bed dipping behind you, and Heeseung’s nose nuzzling to your neck, “Mhm, you smell so good.”
You bit your lips and hugged his arms that were around you, letting a little hum as you closed your eyes.
A whine left his lips.
“What?” You asked, feeling him pressing butterfly kisses to your shoulders.
“You gonna sleep?”
You pouted, trying to turn your head around to see his face and also seeing his lips in a pout, “You not sleepy?”
He nodded, his pout getting bigger, “I- I thought we would.. you know...” He baby talked, and you let out a genuine giggle.
“You are adorable.” You shook your head, grabbing both his hands to put them under your pj top, “Is this better?”
He squeezed them in his palms immediately and then brushed his nose to the curve of your neck, “Much better.”
He softly fondled them as you closed your eyes, later putting one leg over your hips. His fingertips played with your nipples, pinching them and rolling them gently as he kissed your neck.
“Ah this feels so good, Heeseung.” You whined, hand going to his leg to caress his outer thigh, accepting the fact that you weren’t going to get any sleep tonight. “Mhm, keep going, baby.”
His hands were just so warm and fitting on your tits, you felt like the comfort could made you cum any minute. Every pinch to your nipple was going directly to your clit, and you really wanted to rub yourself to a surface.
“Heeseung?” You moaned his name, and he hummed between his kisses and sucks to your neck, as he desperately rubbed his hard on to your ass.
“Put your leg between my legs, please.”
A boyish chuckle left his lips as he bit your earlobe and squeezed your tits with more force, placing his upper thigh right against your pussy, making you react to it immediately with rubbing yourself on him.
“Your tiny pussy always wants something to grind on, huh?”
You shushed him and put your hand on his knee to support yourself as you did back and forth movements. Heeseung loved the way your warm and wet clothed pussy desperately rubbing to his thigh, as his palms were closed on your gorgeous tits.
“My god, you are dripping.” He felt his thighs moistened, and you nodded your head frantically, as he pressed his leg more to your core, “Just like that, get yourself off on daddy’s thigh.”
His words made you moan, your movements getting faster and his lips licking your shoulder before he got rid of your tank top and massaged your bare back, following with kisses.
“You are so cute like this, baby, rubbing yourself on me, so fucking adorable.” He whispered to your ear before his hands went back to your tits, squeezing them and pushing them together, making you roll your head backwards towards him, which he desperately caught your forehead to kiss.
“Aa-hh Heeseung..” You moaned helplessly when he pinched your nipple harder than you’d expect.
“You like the pain, right, baby? My naughty girl.”
“I love it.” You whimpered, looking down at his fingers roughly toying with your tits. You wanted to feel him inside you again, fuck you senseless, make you cry out of pleasure and pain.
His cock was hard as rock behind your ass, rubbing himself to your little pajama shorts, your hips meeting with every thrust.
His one arm was under your body and the other was over you as they were both holding your boobs, playing with you and teasing you, until his hand under you creeped up closed around your throat, fingers softly pressing on the sides of your neck to cut the airflow.
You gasped, your hand coming over his and stroking his fingers as he started hitting your pussy with his thigh, making you bounce against his body.
“He-heeseung.” You moaned, feeling seconds away from cumming before his hand came up to your face, and his thumb stroking the corner of your lip, as you desperately tried to kiss it. A chuckle left his lips when he forced his two fingers inside your mouth, and feeling you sucking them eagerly. His thumb was still caressing your jaw.
Heeseung brushed his nose to your cheek as you sucked on his fingers, a cocky grin was covering his face as his hard on was about to tore his pants apart.
“Babygirl, wanna see you cum, please.”
You let go of his fingers with a pop, and let his wet fingers force your face back to stare at your side profile, your eyes rolling back, your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, dribble of saliva running down from your chin which he wiped it away with his fingers.
He squeezed your face in his hand, burying his nose your cheekbone, his mouth was trying to kiss you but all you could hear was moans coming from him, and his hot breath fanning against the side of your face, as you both desperately rubbed your parts to each other.
“Baby, please please please!” You choked out, when Heeseung’s hand kneaded your boob rather keenly, your nipple getting rolled against his palm.
“Cum. Right now. Cum on me.”
His breath and the whisper tone of his voice moaning against you just sent you over the edge, your whole body spasming as you reached your high, ruining your shorts and panties and dripping onto Heeseung’s firm thigh.
You gasped, since sensation was too overwhelming both from the position and from the way you were standing in his arms.
You felt a harsh bite on your cheek, followed with a guttural whiny moan, and his both arms hugging your chest tightly as Heeseung’s boxer shorts started to form a wet patch on them.
You both took deep breaths, trying to calm down and come down from your highs. Heeseung’s lips were gliding on your cheek still, sometimes kissing it, as his heavy breathing was audible to your ears.
“Baby?” You mumbled, reaching with your hand to his hips and stroking his skin gently, “You good?”
You felt him nodding his head behind you, before leaning in and kissing the place between your shoulder blades, “I need more of you, y/n.”
You smiled, turning your head around again to the original position, “Wanna stay like this?”
His lips trailed kisses from your nape to your shoulders, a content hum leaving his lips, “Let’s stay like this, baby. Yeah.”
He slid his hands to your drenched shorts, pressing two fingers to your bare cunt to see gather slick on them. His lips attached to your neck, nibbling on your skin as he pushed a finger inside of your hole, moving it slowly to stretch you up.
“I love this little pussy.” He grumbled against your skin, pressing his crotch more to your ass. Your cunt was making lewd noises as his fingers thrusted in and out of you, teasing your sensitive hole.
So you reached back with your hand and slid your hands into his boxers as well, grasping his cock with your fingers and massaging his already hardening cock.
“Ah! Fuck, baby.” He grunted, pulling his hand out of your shorts to take them off, you helping him by lifting your hips as he got rid of your panties as well, leaving you naked.
“You’re so warm, and pretty.” You felt him taking off his shirt with his one free hand over his head and tossing it to the floor, before pressing his bare chest to your back, “Feels so good, baby.”
You kept jerking him off, teasing his slit with your thumb, caressing the underside of his cock, giving light and short strokes to the base of his length and making him whimper behind your body.
Heeseung’s hand gripped the side of your ass, kneading and pinching your skin out of pleasure as he left open mouthed kisses on the curve of your neck, “Please can I put it in?”
His plea made you giggle, and you felt him pushing his boxers down behind you after. His dick still in your hand, you put him between your legs and pressed your inner thighs together as you started grinding on his length back and forth.
“Baby…”
You ignored him and kept coating his cock with your arousal before you grabbed both hands put them on your tits again, and he squeezed them in his palms out of reflex.
“Does it feel good like this?” You moaned, hand going back to snake around his neck to run your fingers through his hair and tug on roots, which made Heeseung whine against your shoulder.
“So good.” He groaned, waiting to be inside of you soon, as he kneaded your tits. He loved how soft and squishy they were, and it turned him on like crazy to play with them.
His length was moving so easily between your thighs, due to the way you were dripping everywhere. Your fingers grasped on his hair, before you lifted your leg slightly, and Heeseung was sly enough to slid his whole dick into you at one go, making you pull his face to your neck with a loud moan.
His cock was already grazing the deeper part in you and it always left you surprised how you would take more of him even though it was impossible. Heeseung was big and definitely on the longer side, which gave you the perfect satisfaction of feeling full of him.
His teeth was biting your skin, grazing over your neck and under your ear, his big hands roaming over your front all over, even pressing it on your lower tummy to be able to feel himself plunging into your warm cunt.
His pace was faster than usual, there was a lot of wetness that made the sex slippery so he was gliding back and forth so easily, pulling himself to tip, and diving it back fully inside, until he was balls deep.
His skin was slapping against yours, your moans were tangled in the air as you both offered each other the best sex you could ever have. Heeseung knew that no other woman can make you feel like the way you do.
Your pussy felt like it was made for him, the thought of being the only person who got to enjoy it forever and ever made him feel dizzy. His stroked your boobs gently and with love and moved on to your stomach again, imagining you being pregnant one day, with his baby.
He didn’t know what was happening to him but he knew one thing; he was madly and deeply in love with you, and it was sometimes overwhelming, so overwhelming that having sex with you made him nervous because he didn’t think he could have hold so much desire and love for a person at the same time.
He wanted to ruin you, made you cry and beg for him but also he knew he would give up on his life for you if it was necessary.
“Baby?” You mumbled, getting him out of the trance.
“I love you more than anything.” He whimpered, kissing right under your armpit that was around his neck, “I fucking love you. In love with you.”
You pushed your hips to his crotch more as an answer, your eyes shutting with the pain as he hit your cervix. “Ahh…Fuck me harder Heeseung, please. Show me how much you love me.”
Heeseung gulped to wet his throat that was dry as fuck at this point, when he made you beg again to be fucked harder by him. There was something about you wanting him without being scared and it just fired him right.
He licked his fingers and then reached between your bodies, and a throaty moan left your lips when he teased your hole.
“Want my fingers there? Hm?”
It wasn’t going to be the first time if Heeseung fingered your ass, you even wished he offered it more because you loved the feeling of it but you were kind of shy to admit.
You only nodded your head before he pushed your one leg to your chest, and he massaged your hole gently, before forcing his pointer finger inside, your body reacting to it immediately as you squirmed against his chest.
“So tight. Fuck.” He commented on his own, looking down and seeing both your holes stuffed by himself, which made him twitch inside your warm pussy.
“Move Heeseung, please baby.”
You started fucking yourself on his cock, rotating your hips in a very needy way, your mouth opening to let out the filthiest moans ever. He pushed his free fingers in your mouth too, one leg going under yours again for leverage as he started a ruthless pace, his finger also stretching your ass gently, as he fucked you.
The pleasure was just to overwhelming, you found yourself biting his fingers, and your nails scratching his scalp, probably tearing some hair with the way you pulled on them.
Heeseung’s moans sounded painful yet erotic, pushing you over the edge more and more.
After staying in that position for a while, he turned you over and you put your ass up as your holes winked at him invitingly.
You felt his spit landing on your ass, and his cock entered your warm pussy again as his pretty fingers massaged your rim with his spit.
“You have no idea how much you drive me crazy.”
His words make you moan before he pushed two fingers inside now, your cheek pressing to your pillow with the delicious stretch.
With his free hand he leaned against your back and hold your boobs, yanking you upwards against his chest, as he fucked both your holes.
His cheek pressed to yours, hand pinching your nipples again before he licked a stripe from
your neck to your ear, then sucking your skin harshly.
His hips were hitting yours in a unforgiving pace now, your tits were bouncing and your body would definitely fall to the bed if he wasn’t holding you.
“Gonna cum baby?” He asked between sucks, and you nodded frantically, scared of how you were going to orgasm this time.
“I am gonna cum baby, Heeseung, babybaby, please I need to..”
He moaned, pushing your lips to his for a kiss, “God you sound so fucking hot when you are needy like this.” He mumbled as you licked his lips shamelessly.
“I want your cum filling me, Hee. My sweet boy.” You looked at his eyes hazily, bumping your nose against his teasingly before pressing your tongue flat on his lips again, watching a strip of saliva forming between your mouths.
“Daddy’s gonna fill me up with his cum, right?”
“Fuck, baby.” Heeseung groaned.
“Cum inside my pussy.”
When you pouted saying those words, Heeseung already started to leak inside your cunt, and feeling the warmth of his cum made you close your eyes, a satisfied hum leaving your lips.
“You are gonna ride this dick once you’re full of my cum.” He gritted between his teeth, which made you smirk, as you leaned in and your tongues touched in a kiss. “Yes, daddy. Whatever you want.”
“Little brat.” He groaned, when his orgasm hit him fully, his cum spurting in white ropes inside of you, as he made sure to plunge himself to the brim. He slowly took his finger out of your ass and hugged your chest with both arms, as he still slowly fucked himself into you.
“So good, baby. So full of you.” You breathed out heavily, dropping your head back to his shoulder with pleasure as your pussy spasmed around his thick cock, and you cummed on him, while whimpering softly.
“Yes, babygirl. That’s it.” He mumbled, watching your lips parting with the softest moans he ever heard, as he fondled and caressed your tits gently.
He kissed your cheek when you were done, and then he kissed your chin, as your hand came to his cheek to stare at his eyes, “That was probably the best sex we ever had.”
He giggled, nodding his head as he rested his forehead to yours before he kissed your nose. “First sex I had with my fiancée.”
You chuckled, as you let him peck your lips once more, “Wonder what kind of sex we will have when we get married then.”
Heeseung groaned against your lips, as he put your hair in a ponytail in his hands to kiss blow on the back of your neck, cooling you down since both of you were drenched in sweat. “That night, we are not gonna sleep, I will make love to you all night and you are not gonna regret you married me.”
You bit your lips, finding him cute.
“You still want me to ride you?” You asked, as he made you lay on your stomach, and not pulling off yet.
“Are you sore anywhere?” He asked with worry, rolling around and pulling you to the spooning position again. He hugged your body tightly, and you hummed to the warmth of him.
“Nope.” You mumbled, feeling okay with the way your body reacted to everything.
“Then sit on my dick so I can suck your boobs.”
“Heeseung!”
He smirked, rolling your nipple with his thumb and index finger, “Please.” He whined, lifting your leg slightly to be able to slide out of you.
He laid down on the bed, and slapped his thighs, “Come here.”
You got on your knees with your shaky legs and your pussy dripping with his cum, as you positioned yourself on his cock again.
He grabbed the base of his cock for you to sit on easier but when you only rubbed your slit on the tip of his dick, he let out a pained moan.
You let your entrance suck the head of his cock only, making his milky cum running down your thighs. Heeseung supported himself on his elbows to watch it closely, to see how your spent pussy was split open around his head.
You pressed your palms on his chest to slowly sink yourself down on him, making him gasp as he felt your slippery walls.
He pushed you from the back of your head to his face, mouth hungrily catching yours in a kiss, as you ride his cock. His fingers ran through your hair as you pressed your boobs on his chest, feeling the sheen layer of sweat against your skin.
“God, you’re perfect.” He moaned into the kiss, his fingers coming to the side of your face to kiss you better, making you smile.
You creeped your hand to his neck and placed a kiss on the other side of it, moving your hips more eagerly. He kissed your cheek and under your ear as he hugged you like a baby from your waist, and helped you ride his dick.
“So… where do you want to get married?”
You stopped your movements, and lifted your head up from his shoulder to stare at him.
You yelped when he slapped your ass.
“Keep moving as you think of an answer babygirl.”
You chuckled, pushing his hair back from his face gently, before kissing his forehead, “Anywhere, with you.”
Heeseung’s eyes closed to your answer, taking your hands in his too kiss your knuckles, “Anywhere?”
You nodded your head softly.
Corner of his mouth curled up before he caught your lips with his again, this time straightening up from his position to held you with his arms, as he kissed you.
You both smiled into the kiss before he made his way down to your chest, and started kissing your boobs, closing his lips on your nipple like he wanted to.
You played with his hair as he devoured your tits, his hands also squeezing your ass cheeks as you slowly went up and down on his cock.
When you both were cumming, he pressed his forehead to yours as he guided you through your orgasm, softly kissing all over your face, his lips touching every inch of your skin lightly and with so much adoration.
When he was done kissing you, you did the same, gently pressing your slightly puckered lips to his face, kissing his cheekbones, chin, nose, and lastly lips.
“I love you.”
He smiled and pulled you to his chest before kissing the top of your head.
“I love you, my angel,” He sighed and tightened his arms around you, “And I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
Heeseung and you fell asleep, knowing only good things were waiting for you in the future. You both had what you needed the most by your side, which was each other.
You knew everything was going to be okay as long as you had your Bambi with you.
And Heeseung was still proud of himself for pulling you into an unexpected kiss that day and changing both of your lives forever.
You were the perfect fiancée to hire and perfect fiancée to marry, after all.
𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌. Professorhusband!Heeseung x female!reader | 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌.fluff,flirting,making out,hickeys,smut,unprotected sex,fingering,tension,car sex,breeding,lactation| 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾. This was an anon req. from this ask.
Professorhusband!Heeseung who has this seductive accent and look when he's speaking fluent English in his classes,knowing how it affects his wife,you,who's sitting second column fourth seat,with a heated gaze which only your husband understands.
Professorhusband!Heeseung can't resist it when you're purposely trying to rile him up in between his classes, wearing the least decent top,which was not vulgar but still considered a violation. Always pressing your arms together with hands clasped so that he gets a good view of your cleavage.
Professorhusband!Heeseung who is proud of getting tinted windows installed in his car,and goes to work with you early so that you both can spend those extra hours or minutes sucking each other's mouths off right there in the driver's seat. Sometimes he just takes you in the backseat or has you sucking him off in the cramped up space before his classes start.
Professorhusband!Heeseung is such a goner for you when your purposely trying call him sir while he teaches,so that he can push his glasses down to get a better look at his wife who's going to get fucked in his office later on
Professorhusband!Heeseung who makes you read out lecture slides in his office while both his fingers and cock is burried in you,moving in tandem motion,while his free hand caresses your breasts as if to keep you grounded from the assault going down there.
Professorhusband!Heeseung who moans shamelessly in your ear,because he is a man. And he is gonna let you know how good your pussy grips his cock,drawing out his pleasure like no other.
Professorhusband!Heeseung love love loves threatening to breed you if you flunk one of your important exams,promising to stuff you so full of his cum that you're gonna have to stay home and sit pretty your swollen belly and breasts which would be so fucking sensitive. "You're gonna be so fucking pretty–belly swollen with our child...lactating—mmmfuck you're such a fucking goddess for me y/n" and god will he worship you till his last breath.
Professorhusband!Heeseung whose cock twitches inside of whenever your desperate pleas reach his ear,begging him to breed you till your womb refuses to take any more and have your degree delayed,but he's too much of a good husband to do that.
Professorhusband!Heeseung who never forgets to pamper you after every session,every class,you name it. He's already taken vows to himself that he'd always rub your feet,hold your heavy belly in the future so you could breathe and study in peace. He'd always help you with finishing your studies whether you're carrying his children or not cuz he's just a big ol' sweetheart for you.
Content+ warnings:Messy situationship,
Hard dom Heeseung, rough sex, degradation/praise mix, choking, hair pulling, creampies,Public/risky sex (bathroom, jet, yacht engine room, coat check, etc.),Cheating, flirting & jealousy,Rich kid/chaebol lifestyle, heavy partying, alcohol,Emotional messiness, commitment issues, eventual happy ending
Strong language, detailed smut.Mention of yunjin(lsf), moka(illit as heeseung's sister),ningning (aespa), rei(ive) as y/n's friends and whole enha as heeseung's.
Wc: 10k+
Note: not proofread & idk yeah filth.
MDNI
The penthouse in cheongdam was always too loud on fridays. marble floors, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the han river, and enough champagne to drown the entire gangnam district. your crew rolled up around 11:00. yunjin, moka, ningning, rei — all in custom pieces that cost more than most people’s rent. moka was already texting her brother heeseung to stop being late like he always was. you didn’t care. or at least you told yourself you didn’t.
you showed up in the black slip dress with the slit that hit mid-thigh, the one that made heads turn even in a room full of beautiful woman. maddy perez energy, yunjin called it once after too many shots. dramatic, expensive, always one step away from burning the whole scene down. you liked the label. it fit.
heeseung walked in twenty minutes later with the rest of the guys — jake, sunghoon, jay, sunoo, jungwon, ni-ki. all of them in that effortless rich-boy uniform: tailored shirts half-unbuttoned, watches that could buy small countries, hair still damp from whatever private gym they’d been in earlier. heeseung’s eyes found you immediately across the room, the same way they always did. sharp. annoyed. hungry.
you hated how good he looked. hated more that he knew it.
the situationship had started six months ago at moka’s birthday yacht party. one too many bottles of dom pérignon, one too many arguments about whose family’s jet was faster, and suddenly you were in the master suite with his hand up your dress and his mouth on your neck telling you to shut up and take it. you did. you both did. again and again. no labels, no promises. just the kind of messy that felt good until it didn’t.
tonight was no different.
you were on the rooftop terrace with the girls, wind off the river messing up your hair, when heeseung appeared behind you. his hand brushed your lower back like it was casual. it wasn’t.
“you wearing that dress to piss me off?” he asked, voice low enough that only you heard.
you turned, champagne glass in hand. “you showing up with that new girl from last week to piss me off?”
he didn’t deny it. just smirked. “situationship, remember? i can do what i want.”
moka rolled her eyes from the couch. “you two are exhausting. just fuck and get it over with already.”
yunjin laughed, clinking her glass against ningning’s. “they already do. constantly. rei saw them in the club bathroom last month.”
rei shrugged, unbothered. “i saw nothing. i’m blind when it comes to her bad decisions.”
you flipped them off and pulled heeseung inside before the conversation got louder. the hallway to the guest bathroom was dim. he locked the door behind you the second it closed.
“you’re such a fucking brat,” he said, already pushing you against the marble counter. In control from the very first second, the way you secretly craved when everything else felt out of control.
“and you’re a walking red flag,” you shot back, but your hands were already yanking his belt open.
he spun you around, bent you over the sink, dress shoved up around your waist. no foreplay tonight. just the sharp sound of his zipper and the thick push of him inside you in one go. you were wet already — always were when he looked at you like that. he fucked you hard, one hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to leave fingerprints under the designer fabric.
“this what you wanted?” he groaned against your ear, hips snapping. “me ruining you while your little rich-girl friends are right outside?”
you moaned, pushing back against him. “shut up and make me come before someone walks in.”
he did. deep, relentless strokes that had the mirror fogging and your legs shaking. when you came he followed right after, burying himself deep and staying there, filling you until it dripped down your thighs when he pulled out.
he wiped you clean with a warm towel from the rack, almost gentle for half a second, then kissed the back of your neck. “clean up. we’re not done tonight.”
you fixed your makeup in the mirror while he watched. the hate was still there, simmering under the surface, but so was the want. always the want.
the rest of the night blurred. the guys and girls mixed in the main living room — sunghoon and ningning arguing over whose family owned the better art collection, jake and yunjin playing some dumb drinking game on the couch, jay and rei trading playlist control, sunoo and jungwon taking aesthetic shots of the city lights for their private stories. ni-ki was in the corner with his headphones on, pretending not to watch everyone else’s chaos.
you and heeseung stayed in your own little storm.
later, around 3 a.m., the group moved to the private club downstairs. the vip section was yours — bottles on ice, lights low, bass heavy. heeseung disappeared for twenty minutes. when he came back there was a girl on his arm. some model from last week’s fashion week. she laughed at something he said, hand on his chest.
you felt it like a slap.
you grabbed the nearest bottle and took it to the rooftop with the girls. moka followed first.
“he’s an idiot,” she said, lighting a cigarette even though none of you smoked anymore. “my brother’s always been like this. can’t commit to anything except his ego.”
yunjin leaned on the railing beside you. “you know you don’t have to keep doing this with him, right? there are other guys who aren’t walking red flags.”
ningning snorted. “name one in our circle who isn’t.”
rei just hugged you from behind. “we love you even when you make terrible decisions in six-inch heels.”
you laughed, but it was sharp. “i don’t know what i want. one minute i want to kill him. the next i want him so deep i forget my own name.”
the girls got it. they always did. rich-kid problems looked pretty from the outside, but the pressure was the same — expectations, appearances, the constant feeling that nothing was ever enough.
heeseung found you later that night. the model was gone. he looked pissed.
“you disappear with my sister and her crew every time i talk to someone else,” he said, crowding you against the railing.
“you disappear with random girls every time i breathe near you,” you answered.
he didn’t argue. just grabbed your hand and pulled you toward the service elevator that led to the parking garage. his driver was waiting with the black maybach. the ride to his family’s private penthouse in hannam was silent except for the low hum of the engine. the second the door closed behind you he had you against the wall.
this time it was slower. meaner. he stripped you piece by piece, mouth on every inch of skin he uncovered. when he finally pushed inside you on the massive leather couch he fucked you like he was trying to erase the girl from earlier. hard, deep, one hand around your throat, the other pinning your wrist above your head.
“you think i want them?” he groaned, hips snapping. “i want this. you. even when you drive me fucking insane.”
you came twice before he let himself go, spilling inside you while you shook apart under him.
after, he carried you to the bed. no words. just his arms around you until morning.
the cycle repeated for weeks.
a yacht party in jeju where he flirted with a ceo’s daughter in front of everyone and you ended up fucking him in the engine room to shut him up. a private jet to tokyo for “business” where he ignored your texts for six hours and you rode him in the bathroom mid-flight until both of you were breathless and the flight attendant knocked politely. a rooftop dinner with the whole crew where he spent half the night on his phone with some girl from his contacts and you dragged him into the private lounge after dessert, bent over the table while the city lights blurred below.
every fight, every inconvenience, every time the situationship felt too heavy — sex. it was the only thing that made sense when nothing else did.
the girls noticed. of course they did.
one sunday brunch at the apartment you all shared, moka stirred her oat milk latte and said, “you know he’s been different lately. less random girls. more staring at his phone waiting for your texts.”
yunjin raised an eyebrow. “still a playboy though. last week at the club he had two numbers in his pocket before midnight.”
ningning shrugged. “he wants her. he just doesn’t know how to not be a mess about it.”
rei passed you a plate of avocado toast. “and you? still pretending you don’t want him to choose you?”
you didn’t answer. you weren’t sure.
the breaking point came at the annual chaebol gala in the grand ballroom of the shilla hotel. everyone was there — your parents, his parents, the entire crew dressed like they owned the country because they basically did. heeseung showed up with a girl on his arm again. some influencer with a blue check and a dress that cost more than a car.
you danced with sunghoon for three songs just to watch heeseung’s jaw tighten from across the room. when the girl went to the bathroom he cornered you near the champagne tower.
“stop,” he said, voice tight.
“stop what? existing?”
“stop acting like you don’t care when i know you do.”
you laughed, bitter. “you’re the one who can’t commit, heeseung. you want me when it’s convenient and everyone else when it’s not.”
he grabbed your wrist and pulled you into the private coat-check room off the main hall. the door locked. coats and furs hung around you like silent witnesses.
this time the sex was different. not angry. desperate in a new way. he kissed you like he was scared you’d disappear. hands gentle for once, then hard again when you bit his lip and told him to stop pretending. he lifted you onto the narrow counter, pushed your gown up, and fucked you slow and deep while the gala music filtered through the walls.
“i’m done playing,” he said against your mouth, hips rolling. “i want you. only you. no more games.”
you came with his name on your lips, tears mixing with the sweat on your skin. he followed, holding you tight like he was afraid to let go.
after, he fixed your dress, wiped your smudged mascara with his thumb, and kissed your forehead.
“i’m telling everyone tonight,” he said. “no more of these fucked situations,you’re mine. i’m yours. mess and all.”
you believed him this time.
back in the ballroom he walked straight up to the girl he’d brought, said something quiet, and sent her home in a town car. then he found you with the crew, pulled you in front of everyone — your friends, his friends, half the chaebol families in seoul — and kissed you like the world was watching.
the rest of the night was easy. dancing with the whole group, laughing at ni-ki’s terrible dad jokes, sunoo taking a million photos, jay and jake arguing over who had the better vintage watch collection. you and heeseung stayed close, his hand on your waist the whole time.
later, in the back of his maybach heading to his place, he rested his head on your shoulder.
“i’m still gonna be a mess sometimes,” he said quietly.
“i know. so am i.”
“but i’m choosing you. every day. even when it’s hard.”
you laced your fingers with his. “good. because i’m choosing you back.”
the penthouse was quiet when you got there. no parties. no random girls. just the two of you, city lights sparkling below, and the kind of peace that came after months of chaos.
he fucked you again that night — slow, reverent, in his massive bed with the sheets that smelled like him. Desperation there in the way he pinned your wrists and told you exactly how he wanted you, but softer now. like he finally understood what he had.
in the morning the group chat blew up with memes about “finally” and “took you long enough.” moka sent a selfie of all the girls in the apartment kitchen with the caption “our favorite red flag is officially off the market.”
you laughed and showed heeseung. he pulled you back under the covers, mouth on your neck.
“tell them we’re busy,” he murmured.
you did.
the mess didn’t disappear overnight. lives never did change overnight. there were still galas, still rumors, still moments where old habits tried to creep back in. but now there were also quiet nights on the yacht with just the two of you, brunch with the crew where heeseung’s hand stayed on your thigh the whole time, and late-night talks where he admitted how scared he’d been to want only one person.
the girls kept you grounded. yunjin dragged you shopping when the doubt hit. ningning planned girls’ trips to jeju when the pressure got too loud. moka reminded you weekly that her brother was still an idiot but he was your idiot now. rei just sent memes and told you to breathe.
the guys were the same. sunghoon gave heeseung shit every chance he got. jake and jay took him out for “accountability drinks” that mostly turned into them roasting him. sunoo documented every public date like it was a k-drama. jungwon and ni-ki just grinned and said “finally” every time they saw you together.
months turned into a year.
one night on the same rooftop where it all started, heeseung got down on one knee with a ring that sparkled brighter than the han river lights. no big speech. just “i’m done running. marry me. let’s be messy together forever.”
you said yes before he finished the sentence.
the wedding was everything — private island, both crews losing their minds on the dance floor, your dress costing more than some people’s houses. moka walked you down the aisle crying. yunjin, ningning, and rei were your bridesmaids in matching custom pieces. the guys stood behind heeseung looking proud and slightly hungover.
at the reception he pulled you aside during the first dance, forehead against yours.
“still hate me a little?” he asked, smiling.
“always,” you said. “but i love you more.”
the city kept spinning below. the world kept turning. but for once the static felt like home.
⌗ in which . . . you and lee heeseung let a drunken night out take over everything you thought you were still holding back
流星 ໑ . . bf!heeseung x fem!reader
⌗ includes . . . smut (18+), established relationship, alcohol, intoxication, strong language, rough sex, drunk sex, bathroom sex, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), consensual recording, switch, possessive behavior, jealousy, praise kink, daddy kink 😭, slight degradation, markings, implied face fucking, fingering, spanking, nipple play, shit ton of overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, hee talks you through it 🥰 ➜ mdni ! or do.. it's up to you ♡ purely a work of fiction, none of this is real | wc: 5.0k
♪ el’s bubble: hoonguin nation, this might have been one of the most filthiest shit i’ve ever written . . genuinely had to sit down & reflect on myself directly afterwards 😞 lowkey in honor of me being the sober friend whenever my friends and i head out 😜 anyways i miss him #DADAWEMISSYOU #DADACOMEBACK | thank you, anon ! please enjoy — likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are deeply appreciated on here ♡ requests are always open if you want to see me write something specific ۫ ׅ
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The bar is a blur of low lights and bass-heavy music that you can feel vibrating through the soles of your shoes, rattling up your ankles, settling somewhere in your chest like a second heartbeat.
It's past one in the morning.
Way past one.
The crowd has thinned to the die-hards and the people who don't want to go home yet, the ones chasing that feeling of being young and invincible for just a few more hours.
The ones who have nowhere else to be, or nowhere else they'd rather be, drinking in the amber glow of a place that doesn't care about tomorrow.
You're one of them.
Sort of.
The cocktail in front of you is mostly melted ice now, a ghost of what it used to be, little rivers of condensation running down the glass and pooling on the cocktail napkin beneath.
You've switched to water because someone has to be responsible tonight.
That someone is apparently you, even though your head is swimming just enough to make everything feel soft-edged and dreamy, colors bleeding into each other like watercolors left in the rain.
Across from you, Heeseung is definitely not being responsible.
He's on his fourth, or is it fifth? drink of the hour, and the flush on his cheeks has spread down to his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his white button-down.
The top three buttons are undone now, giving you glimpses of collarbone and the smooth plane of his chest every time he shifts.
The sleeves are rolled up to his elbows, forearms exposed, veins prominent where they trace down to his wrists, and he keeps running his hand through his hair in a way that makes it stick up in increasingly chaotic directions.
He's beautiful.
Annoyingly, devastatingly beautiful, even when he's this far gone. Maybe especially when he's this far gone, when his usual careful composure has melted into something softer, more honest, more him.
"I'm not even tipsy," he announces, and then immediately giggles at his own words, the sound bubbling up from his chest like he can't contain it.
You raise an eyebrow. "You're very tipsy right now, Hee."
"I'm not." He shakes his head solemnly, then sways slightly in his seat, catching himself on the edge of the table with a palm slap that's definitely louder than he intended. "Okay, maybe a little. A tiny bit. Miniscule."
"That's not even what miniscule fucking means."
"It means whatever I want it to mean." He grins at you, that boyish grin that makes your stomach flip even when you're annoyed with him.
His eyes are crinkling at the corners, nose scrunching slightly, and he looks so unfairly adorable that you want to throw something at him. "Because I'm an adult. Adults can redefine words. It's what we call a creative license."
"You're ridiculous."
"Ridiculously handsome?" He leans forward, nearly toppling off his stool, and catches himself at the last second with a grace that shouldn't be possible for someone who's had as much whiskey as he has. "Ridiculously charming? Ridiculously—"
"Ridiculously drunk."
He gasps, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offense, the fabric of his shirt pulling tight across his shoulders. "I am offended. Wounded. Absolutely devastated by these accusations. My honor has been besmirched."
"Your honor is fine. Your liver, on the other hand..."
"Don’t know whatever the hell you’re on, my liver absolutely loves me." He reaches across the table and grabs your hand, holding it in both of his hands like it's something precious, something he's afraid might disappear if he doesn't hold it.
His palms are warm, slightly sweaty, and his thumbs trace slow circles on your wrist, dipping into the soft skin where your pulse beats steady and sure. "You love me too, right?"
Your heart does something complicated in your chest, flipping and twisting in a way that should be illegal.
"Heeseung—"
"I'm just asking." His voice drops, a little softer, a little more sincere beneath the playfulness.
His eyes meet yours, and for a moment the haze of alcohol seems to clear, just a fraction, just enough for you to see the real question underneath. "Because I am, you know. Yours. Have been for a while. Maybe forever, no, definitely forever. I’m simply just... waiting for you to notice."
The noise of the bar fades into the background, the bass becoming a distant thrum, the chatter of other patrons turning into white noise.
It's just him, just you, just the weight of his words hanging between you like something fragile and precious.
You're saved from having to respond by the way his expression suddenly shifts.
His brow furrows, his lips pressing together, and he blinks a few times like he's trying to clear his vision through a fog that keeps thickening.
He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing, and there's a sheen of sweat on his forehead that wasn't there before.
"Are you okay?"
"I think—" He pauses, swallows again, one hand coming up to press against his stomach. "I think I'm going to be sick, or faint… or both. Possibly simultaneously."
"Okay, okay, let's go." You're on your feet immediately, your chair scraping back against the floor, and you reach for him, pulling him up with you.
He stumbles against you, all long limbs and warm weight, his body swaying like a tree in the wind, and you wrap an arm around his waist to steady him. "Bathroom. Let's get you to the bathroom."
"I'm fine," he protests, even as he leans heavily into your side, his head dropping to rest against yours. "Just... dizzy. The room's spinning so much. Baby, I think I should've eaten more. Stupid. So dumb. Should've eaten the bread. Why didn't I eat the bread?"
"You're an idiot."
"Your idiot." The words are slurred slightly, mumbled into your hair, but they still make your chest clench.
"Emphasis on idiot."
He laughs, the sound bright and genuine even through the obvious discomfort, and it vibrates through his chest and into yours, the two of you pressed so close together.
You can't help the way your mouth twitches toward a smile, even as you're half-dragging him toward the back hallway.
The walk to the bathroom is an adventure, to say the least.
Heeseung keeps drifting into you, his shoulder bumping against walls, his feet catching on nothing at all.
At one point, he stops entirely, fascinated by a framed poster on the wall, and you have to physically pull him away while he protests that he "just wants to appreciate the art."
"There is no art, Heeseung. It's a fire safety poster."
"Fire safety is art. Prevention is beautiful."
"You're unhinged."
"Unhinged for you."
You snort, fighting back the warmth spreading through your chest, and guide him through the sparse crowd, past the bar, down the narrow hallway where the music fades to a dull throb and the lighting gets progressively dimmer.
The walls are exposed brick, industrial-chic, the kind of aesthetic that probably costs extra, and the floor is sticky in that way that all bar floors eventually become.
"Almost there," you murmur, adjusting your grip on him. "Just a few more steps."
"You're so good to me." His voice is soft against your hair, his breath warm and smelling of whiskey and something sweeter underneath. "So good. Taking care of me even when I'm being stupid. Even when I drink too much and say embarrassing things."
"You're always being stupid."
"Stupidly in love with you." The words are barely a whisper, but they hit you like a physical force, making your breath catch. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever done. Falling for someone who doesn't—"
"Heeseung." You cut him off, because you can't hear the rest of that sentence, can't let him finish it when he's like this, when you're both too honest and too scared. "The bathroom. Focus."
He makes a sound that might be agreement or might be defeat, and you choose not to analyze it.
The bathroom door is heavy, industrial, painted a matte black that's chipping at the edges.
You push it open with your shoulder, the cool air of the space inside hitting your flushed skin like a relief.
Then, suddenly, Heeseung's hand wraps around your wrist.
His grip is firm, certain, nothing like the loose and wandering touches from earlier. He tugs hard, and suddenly you're being pulled inside, stumbling over your own feet as the door swings shut behind you with a heavy thud.
You hear the lock click into place, a sharp sound that seems to echo in the sudden quiet, and your heart rate kicks up.
Your back hits the wall.
And then his mouth is on yours.
The kiss is messy, desperate, nothing like the careful control he usually has.
He kisses like he's drowning and you're air, like he's been waiting for this all night, all month, all year.
His teeth catch your bottom lip, tugging, and when you gasp, he takes the opportunity to deepen it, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that makes your knees weak and your thoughts scatter.
"Heeseung, baby, what…" you manage against his mouth, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders for balance. "What are you—"
"Shut the hell up." His voice is lower than you've ever heard it, rougher, stripped of all its usual playfulness and soft edges.
There's something almost dangerous in it now, something that makes your stomach clench and the heat pool low in your belly. "Just—shut up for a second. Please. I need—"
He doesn't finish the sentence. He doesn't have to.
His hands are literally everywhere. Sliding down your sides, gripping your hips hard enough to bruise, pushing the fabric of your dress up, up, up.
One hand cups your breast through the thin satin, his thumb dragging across your nipple, and you arch into him with a sound you don't recognize as your own, a keen, desperate and wanting.
"This fucking dress." He pulls back just enough to look at you, and his eyes are dark, burning, nothing like the soft warmth from earlier.
They're almost black in the dim lighting of the bathroom, pupils blown wide, and there's a tension in his jaw that speaks of restraint stretched to its breaking point. "Do you have any idea what you did to me tonight? Walking around in this? Letting everyone look at you like that?"
"I didn't—"
"You knew." His hand tightens on your breast, palming the soft flesh, and you whimper, your head falling back against the wall. "You knew exactly what you were doing. Wearing this. The way it hugs every curve. The way it catches the light. Making me crazy all night. Watching other people watch you. Watching them want what's mine."
There's a possessiveness in his voice that shouldn't make you as wet as it does.
"Heeseung, calm—"
"I've been holding back for hours." His other hand comes up to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back, exposing the long line of your throat.
His lips brush against your pulse point, feeling it race beneath his touch. "Holding back while you laughed with your friends. Holding back while you smiled at the bartender. Holding back while every single person in that bar looked at you like they wanted to take you home."
His teeth drag across your pulse point, scraping against the sensitive skin.
"But they can't have you." He bites down, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to hurt, hard enough to leave a mark, and you cry out, your hands fisting in the fabric of his shirt. "Because you're mine. Say it."
"I'm—"
"Say it." Another bite, lower, right where your neck meets your shoulder. "Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours." The words tumble out, breathless and broken. "Baby, I'm yours—god, have been always—"
"Good." He pulls back, and his smile is sharp, almost predatory, nothing like the soft grins from the bar.
It makes something in your stomach flip, a cocktail of fear and arousal that has you pressing your thighs together.
"Now let me remind you of that."
He moves fast, his hands deft despite the alcohol in his system, and before you can process what's happening, your dress is bunched around your waist and his fingers are hooking into your underwear, dragging it down your legs.
He doesn't even bother taking it all the way off, just pulls it aside, gives himself access, and then he's spinning you around.
You face the mirror above the sink counter, your hands bracing against the cool marble, and watch as Heeseung appears behind you.
The bathroom is unusually large for a single stall, designed with extra space for accessibility, as if meant for anyone who might need more room to move comfortably, but that made sense because anything could happen in a bar.
The door opens into a wide, private interior with sturdy fixtures, a spacious layout, and a sink set along one side, all framed by clean tiles and a mirror that stretches across the wall.
It's clean, surprisingly, the lighting is soft and flattering, and you can see everything.
You can see yourself, flushed, disheveled, lips swollen from kissing.
And you can see him.
Heeseung's reflection is wild, hair mussed from your hands, shirt half-untucked, buttons straining against his chest.
His eyes are burning, fixed on you in the mirror like you're the only thing in the world worth looking at.
When his hands slide down to his belt, you watch his fingers move, deft and quick, undoing the buckle with a metallic clink that seems impossibly loud.
"Look at yourself," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. He steps closer, his chest pressing against your back, and you can feel the heat radiating off him through his thin shirt. "Look at how pretty you are. How ruined you're about to be."
You hear the zip of his pants, the rustle of fabric, and then he's pushing into you with one smooth thrust that steals the air from your lungs.
The scream that tears from your throat is swallowed by the music still thumping through the walls, but you can hear yourself, can hear how desperate you sound, how broken, and it only makes you wetter, makes you clench around him.
"Oh my god—" Your fingers scrabble against the marble, trying to find purchase. "Heeseung—"
"Feel that?" He doesn't give you time to adjust, just starts moving, hard and fast and relentless. Each thrust sends you forward, your hands sliding against the smooth counter, and his hips snap forward with a brutality that has you seeing stars.
"Feel how deep I am? This is what you do to me. This is what you've been doing to me all night. Every time you move. Every time you breathe."
His hand comes down on your ass, sharp and stinging, and you jerk forward with a cry that echoes off the tiles.
"Baby—"
"Every time you smiled tonight." Another thrust, another slap, the sound ringing through the bathroom like a gunshot.
"Every time you laughed. Every time you crossed your legs and I imagined them wrapped around me." His hips snap forward, brutal, and you scream again, your voice cracking.
"I thought about this. About bending you over. About making you scream my name. About reminding everyone in that fucking stupid ass bar who you belong to."
His hand wraps around your throat, not squeezing, just holding, a gentle pressure that makes your pulse pound against his palm.
He pulls you back against his chest, changing the angle, and suddenly he's hitting something inside you that makes your vision white out.
"That's it." His lips brush against your ear, his voice rough and wrecked. "Let me hear you. Scream for me, princess. Let everyone know who's making you feel this good."
You do.
You scream until your throat is raw, until your voice is hoarse, until the only sounds you can make are broken whimpers and fragmented syllables of his name.
The marble is cold against your palms, your dress is bunched uselessly around your waist, and Heeseung is everywhere, inside you, around you, his scent filling your lungs until you can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything but feel.
He's moaning too, louder than usual, the alcohol stripping away his usual restraint.
Each thrust is punctuated by a groan, a curse, a murmured "so good, you feel so good, so fucking tight" that makes your head spin.
His fingers flex against your throat, not enough to hurt but enough to remind you they're there, and you clench around him in response.
"You're taking me so well." His hand tightens slightly, his hips never faltering. "Such a good girl. My good girl. Taking everything I give you."
"Heeseung, baby, please—"
"Please what?" He speeds up, his rhythm becoming erratic, desperate. The sound of skin meeting skin fills the bathroom, obscene and loud. "What do you need, princess? You know you can tell me anything, just use your words."
"I need, I'm close—please let me—"
"I know." His other hand slides down your stomach, his fingers finding your clit, and he rubs in tight, merciless circles that make your whole body shake.
"I can feel you. Feel how close you are. Clenching around me like you're trying to keep me inside forever. Come for me, princess. Come on my cock like a good girl."
You shatter.
The orgasm rips through you, violent and overwhelming, and you clench around him so hard he groans, his rhythm stuttering for the first time.
Your legs give out, but he catches you, holds you up with an arm around your waist, keeps thrusting through it until you're whimpering from overstimulation, tears pricking at your eyes.
Then he pulls out, spins you around, and lifts you onto the counter.
The marble is cold against your bare skin, a shock that makes you gasp, but he's already stepping between your legs, already sliding back into you, and the gasp turns into a moan.
This angle is different, deeper, and you can see his face now, see the sweat beading on his forehead, the way his jaw is clenched, the dark hunger in his eyes.
"Look at me." His hand tangles in your hair, pulling your head back, and you meet his gaze. "Eyes on me, baby. I want to see your pretty face when you come again."
"Heeseung, I can't—it's too much—way too much—"
"You can." He starts moving again, slower now, more deliberate, each thrust a punch of sensation that has you gasping. "You'll take what I give you. Because you're mine. Because this pretty pussy belongs to me."
His free hand comes up to cup your breast, his thumb dragging across your nipple, and you arch into him with a broken sound.
His head drops, his mouth finding the other breast, his tongue swirling around the peak before his teeth scrape across it.
"You taste so good," he murmurs against your skin. "Could spend hours here. Days. Forever."
His mouth moves lower, sucking a mark into the soft skin of your chest, and you know it'll be visible tomorrow, know you'll have to find a way to hide it, but right now you can't bring yourself to care.
"Hee, baby, please—my god, just—"
"I want to record this." His voice is rough, strained, and he pulls back to look at you with eyes that are nearly black with want. "You look so pretty like this. Fucked out and desperate and mine. I want to remember it. I want you to see how pretty you look when you fall apart."
You nod, beyond words, and watch as he reaches into his pocket with his free hand, pulling out his phone.
He unlocks it with shaky fingers, opens the camera, and angles it so it captures your face, your body, the way he disappears into you over and over.
"Say hi to the camera, princess."
You can't.
You can't do anything but moan, your head falling back, your back arching, and he curses under his breath, his rhythm faltering for just a second.
"Fuck, that's hot. You're so hot. So fucking perfect." He keeps recording, keeps thrusting, keeps whispering filth that makes your face burn. "Look at you, baby. Taking me so well. Such a good little thing for me."
When he feels you getting close again, he tosses the phone aside and focuses entirely on you.
His thumb finds your clit again, rubbing in tight circles, and his mouth finds yours, swallowing your sounds as you fall apart for the second time.
You come with a scream that he kisses from your lips, your whole body shaking, and he groans into your mouth as he feels you clench around him.
"I'm close," he gasps against your lips. "Where do you want—"
"Inside. Come inside me. Please, I want to feel you so bad—"
He groans, long and low, and his thrusts become frantic, chasing his release.
Each snap of his hips is punctuated by a sound that's almost a sob, his composure completely shattered, and then, at the last second, he pulls out.
"Down." His voice is hoarse, wrecked. "On your knees. I want to see your gorgeous face when I come."
You slide off the counter, sinking to the floor, the cold tile biting into your knees. You look up at him through your lashes, your lips parted, and watch as he strokes himself, fast and rough, his head thrown back, his neck strained.
"You're such a good girl." His eyes meet yours, burning. "Such a perfect—fuck—such a perfect princess. Open your mouth for me, baby. Let me see."
You do.
You open your mouth, tongue out, and he groans at the sight.
"Fuck—"
Then he's coming, hot and thick, coating your tongue and splashing across your chin. You swallow what you can, some of it spilling down, and when he finally stops, he looks down at you with something like worship in his eyes.
"God." He cups your face, thumbs brushing across your cheeks, smearing the evidence of what just happened. "You're perfect. You're so fucking perfect. Look at you."
But you're not done.
The alcohol in your system is making you bold, desperate, and before he can help you up, you're reaching for him, pulling him down with you to the cold tile floor.
"Baby," He stumbles, catching himself on his hands, hovering over you. "What are you—"
"I want more." You're climbing into his lap, straddling him, and you feel him twitch against your thigh, already half-hard again. "You're not done yet. I'm not done with you."
"Princess, I need a minute—"
"You'll have a minute when I say you have a minute." You sink down onto him, and you both groan at the oversensitivity, the sensation almost too much. "Right now, I want to ride you. And you're going to let me."
His eyes darken, and something shifts in his expression, something that says he likes this side of you, this demanding, desperate side.
“Ugh, shut the actual fuck up." You roll your hips, grinding against him, and his words dissolve into a groan. "Just—let me use you. You said I could. Said I could have whatever I want."
His hands find your hips, gripping hard enough to bruise, and he thrusts up into you, meeting your movements.
"Then take it." His voice is rough. "Take what you need, baby. Show me how much you want it."
You do.
You ride him hard, fast, your thighs burning with the effort, your hands braced against his shoulders.
He meets each of your movements with a thrust of his own, his hips snapping up, driving deeper, and the sound of skin meeting skin fills the bathroom like applause.
"Yes, yes—god, right there—"
"You're so fucking sexy like this." His hands slide down to grip your ass, spreading you wider, changing the angle. "Riding me like you were made for it. Like this is all you're good for."
"Only for you." The words spill out, breathless. "Only ever—ah—only ever for you."
He reaches between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, and he rubs in tight circles that make your rhythm stutter.
"You sound so pretty when you fall apart," he murmurs. "I missed these sounds. Missed making you sound like this. I wish I could bottle it up and keep it forever."
"More—baby, please—"
"Ride me harder, baby." His hand comes down on your ass, sharp, and you yelp, the sound dissolving into a moan. "Show me how much you want it. How desperate you are."
You bounce faster, harder, your whole body focused on chasing the building tension in your core.
He's watching you with hooded eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, and every now and then a sound escapes him, a groan, a curse, a whispered "yes, just like that, so good."
"You're such a good boy, baby." The words slip out without thought, and his whole body goes tense beneath you. "You’re taking me so damn well. Letting me use you. Being so, so good for me."
"Fuck." His grip on your hips tightens to the point of pain. "Say that again."
"You're my good boy." You clench around him deliberately, and he shudders. "My perfect, obedient, desperate boy. You love this, don't you? Love when I take what I want from you."
"Yes, fuck—yes—"
His hand comes down on your ass again, harder this time, and the sharp sting mixes with the pleasure until you can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
"Harder." His voice is wrecked, desperate. "Ride me harder. Make yourself come on my dick like the needy little slut you are for me."
You do.
You bounce on him like your life depends on it, the cold tile forgotten, the ache in your thighs irrelevant.
There's nothing but him, inside you and around you, his hands on your body, his voice in your ear.
"Daddy—"
The word spills out of you without thought, without permission, and he goes completely still beneath you for one heartbeat, two.
Then he flips you.
Your back hits the cold tile, a shock that makes you gasp, and he's above you, his face inches from yours, his eyes burning with something wild.
"Say it again."
"Daddy—"
His hips slam forward, brutal, and you scream.
"That's right, princess." He sets a punishing pace, each thrust punctuated by a groan that sounds almost pained. "I'm your daddy. Say it. Scream it. Let everyone in this bar know who's making you feel this good."
"Daddy—daddy, yes, fuck, right there—my god, daddy—"
He leans down, his mouth finding your ear, and his words are hot against your skin.
"Such a good little thing. Coming apart on daddy's cock like you were made for it. This pussy is mine, isn't it? Say it."
"It's yours, all yours—daddy, I'm—"
You're both close.
So fucking close.
You can feel it building, that tension in your core, the way he's twitching inside you, his rhythm becoming erratic.
"I'm going to come inside you this time." His voice is rough in your ear, more promise than statement. "Going to fill you up. Mark you from the inside. Is that what you want, baby? Want daddy to fill this pretty pussy?"
"Yes, fuck yes, please—fill me up—"
"Then come for me." His thumb finds your clit, rubbing merciless circles. "Come on daddy's dick like a good girl."
You do.
The orgasm crashes through you like a wave, drowning you, pulling you under.
You clench around him so hard he groans, his rhythm stuttering, and then he's following you over the edge, spilling into you with a sound that's almost a sob.
His hips keep moving, slow and deep, riding out the aftershocks until you're both trembling, oversensitive and wrecked.
He collapses on top of you, his face buried in your neck, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
For a long moment, neither of you moves.
You just lie there on the cold tile floor of a bar bathroom, tangled together, your heartbeats slowly returning to normal.
Then he lets out a breathless laugh.
"Fuck."
"Yeah." You're panting, your voice hoarse from screaming. "Fuck."
"That was—" He lifts his head, looking down at you with eyes that are softer now, the wildness fading into something warm and adoring. "You're incredible. You know that? Like, actually incredible. I don't know how I got so lucky."
"You're not so bad yourself." You reach up, brushing the sweaty hair from his forehead, tucking a strand behind his ear. "Hee."
He smiles, that boyish smile that made you fall for him in the first place, the one that crinkles his eyes and scrunches his nose, and presses a gentle kiss to your lips.
It's soft, tender, nothing like the desperate claiming from before, and it makes something warm bloom in your chest.
"I love you," he murmurs against your lips. "Just so you know. Drunk or sober. At a bar or in a bathroom or anywhere else. Always. You're it for me."
Your chest tightens, and you realize with sudden clarity that you've been dancing around this for months, years, maybe, and all it took was a bathroom in a bar at two in the morning for him to finally say it.
"I love you more, Heeseung." The words come easily, naturally, like they've been waiting to be spoken. "Have for a while. Probably forever."
He grins, wider, brighter, and rests his forehead against yours.
"Good." He pauses, then adds, "Now help me up, because I think my legs are actually dead. I'm not even being dramatic. They're just... gone, they moved on to a better place without even telling me."
You laugh, the sound echoing off the tiles, bright and genuine, and push at his chest.
"You're the worst."
"Your worst." He lets you push him off, groaning dramatically as he sits up. "Forever and ever. You're stuck with me now. No take-backs."
"Unfortunately."
But you're smiling when you say it.
He pulls you in for another kiss, slower this time, softer, tasting of whiskey and want and something that feels like the beginning of everything, you think maybe "forever" wouldn't be so bad.
