warnings. — oral (f rec), petnames, fingering, hard fucking, multiple sex scenes, jaehyun is hungry af, edging, praising kink, dumbification, multiple sex positions, wife and husband, married, loud sex, y/n has a full back tattoo, they're so inlovee, backshots, size difference / size kink, manhandling, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, breeding kink (light or heavy), marking.
wc. — 2.3k
synopsis. — jaehyun comes home from military leave exhausted but desperate for his wife (reader) the second he walks in he devours you—deep kisses, relentless oral, then rough backshots on the couch for half an hour straight. needy, vocal, marking you up while praising you softly. high sex drive means the night is nowhere near over. your body and full tattooed back take everything he gives.
the door clicked open at 11:47 pm. jaehyun stepped inside still in his military fatigues, duffel bag slung over one shoulder, boots heavy on the wooden floor. twenty-eight years old, broad shoulders filling the frame, taller than the doorway made sense for. two weeks into his temporary discharge, thirty days total—and this was the first night he made it home before midnight. the apartment smelled like the jasmine rice you cooked earlier and the faint vanilla of your lotion.
you were on the couch in an oversized black t-shirt and nothing else, legs tucked under, scrolling on your phone, back decorated with that full snake graphic tattoo that curled from your shoulder blades down to the dip above your ass. you looked up when the door shut and your whole face changed—eyes softening, lips parting like you’d been waiting for this exact second.
he dropped the bag. didn’t even kick his boots off properly.
“hey,” he said, voice low, tired, but already thickening with something else.
you stood up fast.
he crossed the room in three strides, caught you by the waist, and lifted you clean off the floor. the size difference hit immediately—your feet dangling, his biceps flexing under the fabric as he pulled you against his chest.
he was bulkier now, months of training carved into lean muscle, abs tight, happy trail disappearing under his belt. you fit against him like you were made to disappear there.
“missed you so fucking much,” he muttered against your mouth before he kissed you.
it wasn’t soft. he swallowed you whole—tongue sliding in deep, wet, controlling the angle so your head tilted back. you whimpered into it, eyes fluttering shut, mouth going slack almost instantly because he didn’t let you lead.
he did everything: sucked on your tongue, licked the roof of your mouth, bit your lower lip just hard enough to make you gasp. one big hand cupped the back of your head, the other gripping your ass, squeezing, kneading like he needed to remind himself you were real.
your back hit the couch first. he followed right after, caging you in, knees on either side of your hips. you were already breathing hard, cheeks flushed. he pulled your t-shirt up and off in one motion, mouth latching onto your neck, then lower—collarbone, the soft swell of your breast, sucking marks that would bruise tomorrow. his dimples flashed when he looked up at you for half a second, that boyish smile cutting through the hunger.
“jaehyun—” you started, but he was already moving down, spreading your legs with his shoulders.
he ate you like a man starved. tongue flat and slow at first, then focused, relentless. every lick, every suck had your hips twitching. he groaned against you, the vibration making you whine louder. one arm hooked under your thigh, holding you open while the other hand pressed down on your lower stomach, keeping you still. you came the first time fast—back arching, small hands fisting his short hair, a broken “fuck” slipping out.
he didn’t stop.
second time he added two fingers, curling them just right, mouth still working your clit. you were shaking, overwhelmed, eyes glassy. he looked up at you, lips shiny, dimples deep. “that’s it, baby. let me have it.”
by the third you were pushing at his shoulders, too sensitive, but he just kissed your inner thigh and murmured, “one more for me, my wife. missed this pussy so bad.”
when he finally pulled back, his cock was straining against his pants—thick, heavy, already leaking. he stood just long enough to shove his fatigues down, shirt ripped off over his head. abs flexing, biceps bulging, that happy trail leading down to where he was rock hard. y/n’s eyes widened a little every time, like you still couldn’t believe how big he was.
he flipped you over without warning, pulling your hips up so you were on all fours on the couch, back arched, that snake tattoo on full display. he ran his palm down your spine, thumb tracing the inked bones and scales. “love this fucking tattoo,” he said, voice rough. “love looking at it while i fuck you.”
he pushed in slow at first—letting you feel every inch, stretching you open. you were so tight, so wet from his mouth, but still gasping at the fullness. your waist in his big hands looked tiny. he bottomed out and stayed there a second, forehead pressed to your shoulder blade, breathing hard.
“so good,” he whispered. “my beautiful wife. so fucking perfect for me.”
then he started moving.
rough. desperate. months of pent-up need in every thrust. skin slapping, couch creaking under you both. he gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks, one hand sliding up to press between your shoulder blades, pushing your chest down while he fucked you deeper. backshots for what felt like forever—half an hour at least, pace never letting up. he’d slow down when you got close, edging you until you were crying into the cushion, then slam back in harder.
“jaehyun—please—” you whimpered, voice muffled.
“i know, baby. i got you.” his voice stayed soft even when his hips were brutal. “cum for me again. wanna feel you squeezing me.”
you did—over and over. he talked you through every one: low praises, “good girl,” “that’s my wife,” “missed you so much, missed being inside you.” his hands never stopped moving—groping your ass, squeezing your waist, reaching around to rub your clit when he wanted you to fall apart faster.
he pulled you up once, back against his chest, still buried deep, one arm banded across your stomach while the other hand tilted your head for another messy kiss. tongue fucking your mouth while he ground up into you. you went boneless, mouth hanging open, little gasps and whines the only sounds you could make while he did all the work.
by the time he finally let himself go, you were both drenched in sweat. he came with a deep groan, hips stuttering, filling you until it leaked down your thighs. even then he didn’t pull out right away—just held you close, kissing the back of your neck, dimples pressing into your skin as he smiled against you.
“we’re not done,” he murmured, voice hoarse but already hungry again. “got a whole month, baby. and i’m not letting you leave this apartment much.”
you laughed weakly, still trembling, pussy aching in the best way. “rip me then.”
he flipped you onto your back, settled between your legs again, mouth already descending.
“that’s the plan.”
both of you barely made it to the bedroom.
jaehyun had you in his arms the second he pulled out from the couch, your legs wrapped around his waist like muscle memory. cum was still leaking down your thighs, but he didn’t care. he carried you down the short hallway, mouth never leaving yours—tongue slow and deep, licking into you like he was trying to taste every whimper you made. your arms were loose around his neck, brain already hazy, body buzzing from the first round.
he kicked the bedroom door open with his foot and dropped you onto the bed face down. the sheets were cool against your overheated skin. you didn’t even have time to push up on your elbows before he was on you—big body covering yours completely, one knee shoving your legs together so they stayed straight and tight. he mounted you like that, chest pressed to your back, weight pinning you down just enough that you couldn’t really move. the snake tattoo on your spine flexed under his palm as he ran his hand down your back.
“stay like this, baby,” he murmured against your ear, voice low and rough. his cock, still hard and slick from before, nudged between your thighs. “gonna fuck you just like this.”
he pushed in slow, forcing your legs to stay closed so the fit was ridiculously tight. the squelch was loud—wet, obscene, every inch sliding through the mess he’d already left inside you. you moaned into the pillow, the sound muffled and broken. you were already so full, so sensitive, but the way he stretched you with your thighs pressed together made everything feel sharper.
jaehyun groaned deep in his chest, forehead dropping to the back of your neck. “fuck… so tight. hear that? that’s my wife’s pretty pussy.”
he started moving—long, heavy strokes that made the bed creak. every thrust pushed you deeper into the mattress, your small frame swallowed under his taller, bulkier one. the happy trail on his stomach brushed against your lower back with every roll of his hips. his biceps flexed on either side of your head as he braced himself, one hand sliding under you to grip your waist—21 centimeters of soft skin and bone that fit perfectly in his palm.
you sobbed.
not from pain—from being completely overwhelmed. the kind of brain-clouded sob that came when you were already fucked dumb and he just kept going. your moans turned wet and shaky, face flat against the pillow, mouth open, drool starting to soak the fabric. every time he bottomed out the wet slap of skin and the squelchy sound of your pussy taking him made you cry out louder.
“jae—hyun… ah—fuck—”
poor neighbors. the walls weren’t that thick and it was past midnight, but he didn’t slow down. if anything your broken little sobs fueled him more. he loved when you got like this—completely lost, eyes unfocused, body limp except for the way your walls fluttered around him.
he leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “that’s it, my beautiful wife. let it out. sound so good when you cry for me.”
always a kisser. he turned your head to the side with two fingers under your chin and kissed you like he was starving for it. tongue sliding in deep, playing with yours, sucking on it, licking the roof of your mouth while he kept fucking you in that tight, closed-leg position. you couldn’t even kiss back properly anymore—your mouth just stayed open, letting him do whatever he wanted. soft whines and gasps vibrated against his tongue every time he thrust hard.
he pulled back only to kiss the corner of your lips, your cheek, the shell of your ear, then dove back in again. one hand stayed on your waist, the other reached under to rub slow circles on your clit. the dual sensation made you sob louder, legs trying to twitch but trapped between his.
“so fucking wet,” he whispered against your mouth, voice soft even as his hips snapped harder. “missed this. missed filling you up every day. my wife… my pretty little wife taking me so well.”
he edged you twice like that—slowing down right when you were about to tip over, grinding deep instead of thrusting, kissing you through the frustrated whimpers. then he’d pick the pace back up, rougher, deeper, until the squelching noises got louder and your sobs turned into desperate, hiccuping moans.
third time he didn’t stop.
you came hard, body shaking under him, pussy clenching so tight around his cock that he hissed. your face stayed smashed into the pillow, mouth open in a silent cry for a second before the sound broke free—high and wrecked. he fucked you through it, never pulling out, just slow deep rolls of his hips while you pulsed around him.
“good girl,” he praised, lips brushing your temple. “cum on my cock again, baby. wanna feel it.”
he didn’t let you come down. flipped you just enough to slide one arm under your chest, pulling your upper body slightly off the bed so he could kiss you better while still fucking you from behind. tongue in your mouth, lazy and filthy, matching the rhythm of his hips. you were completely brainless now—eyes half-lidded, tears clinging to your lashes, little whimpers every time he hit that spot inside you.
he kept going. minutes blurred. the wet sounds of your pussy, the slap of his hips against your ass, your muffled sobs and moans filling the room. his hand never left your clit, drawing another orgasm out of you until you were shaking so hard he had to hold you tighter.
“jaehyun… can’t—too much—”
“you can,” he said gently, kissing the side of your neck, then your jaw, then claiming your mouth again. “one more for me. my beautiful wife. let me have it.”
when he finally let himself finish, it was with a low groan against your lips, hips stuttering as he pumped you full again. he stayed buried deep, chest heaving against your back, arms wrapped around your small frame like he never wanted to let go. sweat slicked your skin. the snake tattoo on your back glistened under the low lamp light.
he kissed you again—slow, deep, tongue gently playing with yours even as you both tried to catch your breath. you were limp, fucked out, barely able to respond, but he still licked into your mouth like he couldn’t get enough.
“love you,” he whispered, voice hoarse but soft. dimples pressing into your shoulder as he smiled against your skin. “missed my wife so fucking much.”
he didn’t pull out yet. just held you there, cock still twitching inside you, kissing the back of your neck, your tattooed spine, murmuring praises while your body trembled with aftershocks.
pairing: donor! jaehyun x client! reader I genre: smut | words: 12k+
warnings: STRICTLY 18+
an: donor jaehyun is here and he’s super sweet! i think this is the most fun i had writing for this series hehehe ;) i just love me my valentine, roses, cheeky gentleman. anyways, i’ll stop talking now, it’s time to be taught how to touch! and figure it out! - with love, c
you eyed the coupon clutched in your hand, the glossy paper crinkling under your fingers. it’s your birthday gift from your friends, a prepaid session at that new clinic that’s been receiving all the hype since it opened a couple of months ago.
according to the reviews, the neo orgasm clinic has surpassed people’s expectations in every possible way. not just with how sleek their setup is or their promise of discretion but also — the donors themselves. effortlessly attractive. professional. patient. skilled in ways that leave clients lingering in their reviews, revealing just enough to make your ears burn.
and you know damn well you needed it.
twenty-something now and you’ve mastered the art of dodging real-life conversations about your sex life. it’s easy to laugh it off or pretend you know what your friends are talking about because in some way, you kind of do? i mean, you’ve read all about it! in books, in fanfictions. in fact, all the knowledge you have about sex probably comes from reading about it.
when it comes to real life though? you stall. every time — no awkward firsts. no impulsive decisions. not even quiet attempts on your own. just you, untouched and curious, stuck somewhere between knowing and experiencing.
the coupon’s tagline stares back at you, catching your eye for what feels like the hundredth time:
make your fantasies come true. book now. you deserve it.
you let out a quiet breath. because it’s not just the words. it’s the timing. the way it landed in your life like a question you’ve been avoiding finally demanding an answer.
you’ve already imagined it all — the rush of sensation you’ve only ever read about.
what would it feel like to finally chase that lust for real?
before you could second guess yourself, you pull up the clinic’s website on your laptop. you read through sections you pretend you’re only skimming. policies. confidentiality. client care.
then you take a huge breath before finally convincing yourself to click the appointment section.
✚ BOOK NOW ✚
“it’s just booking,” you murmur, under your breath, like saying it out loud will make it less real.
step 1: medical verification – a form requesting a recent full panel STI test within the last month.
your brows knit slightly. weirdly enough, even though you were an extra virgin, you had just gotten a recent check up — it was like another sign from the universe to continue on.
you upload your medical form with ease. the next page loads and your breath catches at the list.
step 2: sexual preferences & boundaries – check all acts you’re open to exploring with your donor. this does not guarantee they will occur. your donor will review and operate within your boundaries at all times.
your fingers tighten around your mouse, each click of a checkmark making your ears burn brighter than ever. your cursor moves. hesitates. selects. unselects. then selects again.
☑️ blowjob
☑️ clitoral stimulation
☑️ domination
☑️ dirty talk
☑️ fingering
☑️ guidance
☑️ hand job
☑️ kissing
☑️ masturbation
☑️ nipple play
☑️ oral
☑️ praise
☑️ vaginal penetration
you look at your final list. pretty tame considering you passed over more vulgar options like choking, spanking, vaginal fisting, threesome, toys, etc.
but even then, your list is still intimidating for a virgin.
step 3: why are you booking this appointment?
a blank box appears. you stare at it longer than you expected to. because suddenly — this feels personal. you compose your thoughts before finally typing:
“i’ve spent years lost in books about intimacy, learning every detail from pages that make my heart race. but i’ve never experienced it. no touches. no real connections. not even with myself. just endless curiosity and a longing to feel what i’ve only imagine. i’m hoping this can help me turn fantasy into something real. i want to finally awaken that part of me, guided by someone who knows what they’re doing.
you hit enter, the text saving with a soft confirmation.
step 4: choose your donor.
this should be the easiest part. you tell yourself that. just scrolling. just looking. just choosing the boy you imagine in all your books. nothing serious.
profiles load one by one. each polished. each composed. carefully written descriptions.
you scroll and scroll until —
jung jaehyun. the most valuable donor.
his photo catches your attention — handsome, sharp features, an inviting smile and dark hair falling just so. your pulse stutters and almost instinctively, you click on him.
his reviews were endless:
“jaehyun does a great job at adjusting to whatever you want!”
“if you’re nervous, choose him. gentle yet commanding, and the praise? leaves you floating.”
“he’s so pretty to look at and god…that voice…i was wet way before he even touched me.”
“jaehyun made me feel so special…incredibly patient, nothing felt rushed, it was perfect.”
“he lowkey broke my back but i would do it again”
“'he made my first time feel like a dream i didn't know i needed. so attentive. pure magic.”
“fuckkkkkkkkk, can everyone cancel their appointments with him so i can take all the days?”
“too. fucking. good.”
“if it's your first time in this clinic, or your first time in general, booking jaehyun is a guaranteed good time. 127/10 will cum again.”
every single one felt like a magnetic pull and before you could even realize what you were doing. you were inserting the coupon code and clicking BOOK NOW.
Neo Orgasm Clinic Consultation: CONFIRMED
Donor: Jaehyun Jung
Date of Consultation: April 30, 2026
you stare at the screen, heart pounding, because it’s done. there’s no undoing it now.
✚ THE CONSULTATION ✚
the days leading up to today had been a blur of restless nights. you’ve checked the booking confirmation a dozen times just to check if it was real or if you somehow imagined the whole thing.
and now you’re here, heart hammering as you push through the doors.
the lobby envelops you immediately, a curated haven designed to soothe. soft golden light spills throughout the room, cream colored walls that were easy on the eyes, plush armchairs in neutral tones and the subtle scent of lavender and eucalyptus. everything about it is calming, grounding, whispering relax with every breath you take.
but even then, your feet feel rooted to the spot, nerves twisting into knots. you have half the mind to turn and flee before anyone notices. but a voice calls out softly from the reception desk, smooth and reassuring.
“welcome to the clinic.”
you look up to see the receptionist, johnny, his nametag reads. he was sitting behind a computer, flashing you a warm smile as if he can sense the storm inside you. even he was handsome, and you’re pretty sure you saw his profile on the website with the words the first donor.
“you feeling nervous?,” he adds.
you try to laugh it off as you make your way over to him, but it comes out shaky, a breathy sound that betrays you, “y-yeah, this is new for me.”
he nods, no judgment in the motion. just understanding, “it’s new for a lot of people, but don’t worry, we’ll take care of you.”
his words ease the tightness in your chest just a little bit.
“what’s your name?” he asks next.
“y/n l/n,” you manage, voice steadier now.
he types it in with a few clicks, his screen reflecting in his eyes as he pulls up your file.
“alright ms. y/n, donor jaehyun will be out in a few minutes,” he says, that smile returning, soft and encouraging, “in the meantime, please review your file then click agree if everything is okay. your consent is required for everything.”
he hands you a tablet carefully – the screen already glowing with your details. you take it with trembling fingers, murmuring a thank you as you retreat to one of the chairs. sinking into the cushions.
your thumb hovers over the agree button, ears burning red, pulse racing so loud you fear johnny could hear it. with a deep inhale, you finally tap it, the screen flashing with the words:
welcome to neo orgasm clinic.
you don’t know how many times you read it before the door to the right side of johnny opens and out steps the most valuable donor.
jung jaehyun.
he’s taller than you expected, his frame filling the space effortlessly, handsome in a way that steals your breath, his casual soft grey polo making him look softer than his large frame, while his dark hair falls slightly tousled, angling his face perfectly.
his pictures don’t do him justice. you’ve never seen a man more beautiful.
and the realization crashes over you, twisting your nerves into something sharper. you feel so nervous you think you might throw up, hands clammy against the tablet.
he makes his way over to you with unhurried steps.
“good afternoon,” he says, and fuck, those reviews were right. he’s only said two words and his voice, deep and smooth, has got you hooked. so hooked that you don’t even reply, just staring at him, mouth dry, brain short-circuiting under the weight of his proximity.
he tilts his head slightly, a smile tugging at his lips, amused, like he’s trying to hide his laugh but the deep dimples carving into his cheeks give him away completely.
“are you ms. y/n?” he asks, fully smiling at you now, the expression lighting up his features and making your heart stutter.
you clear your throat, the sound awkward and too loud in the quiet lobby, “uhm–yeah, that’s me, sorry mr. jung…i’m so nervous i think i might pass out,” you admit, the words tumbling out before you can stop them, heat flooding your face.
his eyes widen a bit at that, concern threading through, softening his gaze into something genuinely caring.
“c’mon, let’s get you some water,” he says, holding his hand out to you.
you hesitate for a split second, then place your hand in his, the warmth of his skin against yours making you even more nervous. he gives a gentle squeeze, just enough to guide and lead you towards one of the consultation rooms.
the door opens into another pocket of calm – neutral tones, a comfortable couch facing a low coffee table, an armchair across it and a small side table with a pitcher of water and glasses.
jaehyun releases your hand once you’re inside, gesturing for you to sit on the couch as he pours a glass of water for you. he hands it to you with another one of those dimpled smile, settling into the armchair across from you.
“take your time,” he says, sitting comfortably, the tablet now in his hands, “we can talk through everything at your pace. no rush.” his eyes meet yours patiently, waiting for you to find your footing in this new reality.
you sip the water slowly, the cool liquid steadying the flutter in your chest as you sink deeper into the couch, focusing instead on the vase of roses in the middle of the coffee table.
jaehyun sits across from you, his posture relaxed yet attentive. he’s scrolling through your file, his expression neutral, professional, but not cold. he’s taking way longer to read it than one should and you can tell he’s letting you get used to the space. to let the initial shock of his presence and this whole thing reside a bit.
minutes pass like that until he sets the tablet aside, looking up slowly, his gaze catching on the way you’re biting your lip, a nervous habit you can’t quite shake.
“y/n,” he calls out your name, softly, like the two of you are just friends catching up over coffee. the informality of it disarms you, pulling the air from the room into something warmer.
“i know this can be nerve-wracking,” he continues, his voice a low, reassuring hum, “are you sure you’re ready for this?”
he’s gentle. so gentle. it catches you off guard. you look at him, surprised. you were sure he was here to convince you to go through with it — after all, this is still a business. but…there’s no sales pitch in his tone.
“what?” you say, the word slipping out softer than intended, laced with confusion.
he just smiles at you, that dimpled curve returning patient and unforced.
“there’s no proper timeline to these kinds of things,” he explains, his words measured, like he’s sharing a quiet truth rather than reciting policy, “it’s your body. your life. your choice when you’re ready.”
you take his words in, letting them settle over the whirlwind in your mind, easing the knot of anxiety that's been building since you stepped through the clinic's doors.
“i-i am ready,” you admit, your voice gaining a touch of steadiness as you meet his eyes, “it’s just i…don't really know how to start this conversation.”
he nods, his expression shifting to one of quiet understanding. it’s as if he's seen this hesitation before, not as a hurdle to overcome, but as a natural part of the path.
“that’s okay,” he replies, his tone encouraging without pressure, “starting can be the hardest part. maybe we begin with what brought you here? your file mentions this is your first time exploring sex…what made you decide now?”
you hesitate for a moment. jaehyun’s eyes remain steady on yours like a quiet invitation to share as much or as little as you want.
“it was…a gift,” you start, “for my birthday…but i have been curious for a while…i just always held back. books and stories were enough,” you pause, glancing down at your hands, now folded in your lap, “but turning another year older made me realize i don’t want to just keep reading about it.”
“that takes real courage,” he says softly, “turning those stories into something real isn’t simple, especially when they’ve been your safe space for so long.”
his words land gently, validating the swirl of emotions you’ve kept bottled up and a faint smile creeps onto your lips, the first genuine once since you arrive.
“it does feel like the right time,” you reply, your voice steadier not, “the clinic’s reviews…and yours specifically…made it seem less intimidating. like it could be empowering instead of overwhelming.”
he smiles in return, “i’m honored that came through— our goal is to always create that sense of empowerment, no judgments, just support as you explore at your own rhythm.”
he glances briefly at the tablet in his hands, then sets it aside, focusing fully on you.
“it sounds to me like you’re interested in a gentle introduction without rushing into anything too intense. is that right? or has anything changed since filling out the form?”
you pause, letting his words sink in.
“no…that sounds right—i want to be taught, guided through it all, so i can experience every bit i’ve imagined.”
a subtle smile curves his lips, warm and knowing, as if he’s heard echoes of your words from others but savors the uniqueness in yours.
“i can definitely do that for you,” he replies, leaning forward a just a fraction, “i’ll guide you step by step, help you feel every sensation you’ve read about…all you have to do is show up.”
you nod slowly, every second gets more real than the last.
“would you like to proceed with booking your session?” jaehyun asks, a reassuring smile on his face. like it was okay and totally not a waste of his time if you chose not to.
“yes,” you nod after a while, “i would like to proceed.”
jaehyun’s eyes light up with a quiet approval, “perfect,” he says, his smile deepening, revealing those dimples that you can’t stop noticing, “how does may 3 work for you?”
may 3. just two days away. this is it – the threshold between fantasy and reality. it’s now or never.
“sounds good,” you say, your voice gaining a quiet strength, sealing the choice with a steady exhale.
“okay y/n, i’ll see you in two days,” he says, his voice carrying a subtle promise laced with the kind of steadiness that eases the last knots of doubt in your stomach.
and for the first time, the stories feel like previews to your own unfolding chapter, and you’re ready to turn the page.
Neo Orgasm Clinic Session: CONFIRMED
Client: Y/N L/N
Donor: Jaehyun Jung
Date of Session: May 3, 2026
✚ THE APPOINTMENT ✚
you enter the lobby right on time, not a second too early and not a second too late. you’ve chosen comfort over anything flashy, dressed in slightly oversized grey sweats and an off the shoulder sweater hoping that it would make this feel more casual and not some grand event.
johnny greets you, “perfect timing, ms. y/n you can go ahead to the private rooms, jaehyun’s waiting for you in suite 14.”
you thank him, letting your feet carry you step by step, each one making your heart race wildly in your chest.
as suite 14 gets closer, it hits you then – you never once asked what to expect behind the door. no details on the setup. the realization sends a fresh wave of uncertainty but before it can pull you back, the door swings open.
and there’s jaehyun. looking every bit as handsome as before, except this time he looked like comfort—with the simple white t-shirt clinging to his broad shoulders and chest, paired with plaid pajama pants that hang low on his hips, making this feel like a lazy sunday rather than clinical encounters.
“hey y/n,” his dimples flash like a secret shared just for you, “come on in,” he says, tone warm and inviting, stepping aside to make space.
you return the smile, feeling the edges of your tension soften under the casual welcome.
you scan the room quickly — it was nothing like you imagined at all. just an average comfy bedroom, the kind you’d sink into after a long day. there’s a king sized bed draped in white sheets piled with soft pillows, a full length mirror tucked in the corner, plush carpet that muffled your steps and sultry music currently playing from somewhere.
the only thing that stands out, adding a layer of unexpected sweetness, are the vases brimming with fresh roses scattered throughout the room – on the nightstand, the dresser, the table against the wall – shades of deep red and soft pink, like a boyfriend had orchestrated this as a surprise for a quiet night in with his partner. it’s intimate, thoughtful and it tugs at something soft in your chest, making the space feel less like a session room and more like a private haven.
“you didn’t have a hard time getting here, did you?” jaehyun asks, his voice low as he closes the door behind you with a soft click.
he lingers there for a moment, watching you from behind as you take it all in, his shoulder lightly propped against the wall, giving you that space to breathe.
you turn toward his voice, “this is not what i expected at all,” you blurt, the words spilling out, “and no, i got here really easily.”
he smiles softly, the expression crinkling the corners of his eyes as he pushes off the wall and takes a measured step towards you.
“do you like it? i noticed you were looking at the roses during our last meet up…thought it would help.”
you nod, a warmth blooming in your chest — god, he’s perfect. like the best romantic lead stepping straight out of your favorite book, all effortless charm and quiet insight.
“yeah…roses are my favorite.”
he nods in return, closing the distance with another step, his presence pulling you in without force.
“i didn’t think you’d notice,” you add.
he hums thoughtfully, “of course i noticed.”
duh, you think — that’s part of his job, being this attentive, tuning into every little detail about his client. you just weren’t aware he was already taking that many notes. plus the way he talks to you doesn’t make it feel like this was just his job.
he takes another step closer, the air between you thickening just a touch.
“i’m sure you already read the terms and conditions over and over,” he teases lightly, like you two were in on some inside joke because he knows your love for reading, “but just a quick reminder – nothing happens without your consent and we can stop whenever you want.”
he’s so close now that you can feel the subtle heat radiating from his body. he leans down, bringing his gaze level with yours, those deep brown eyes locking in with gentle intensity.
“are we clear on that?” he asks softly, and you catch the fresh mint on his breath, clean and inviting.
you bite your lip, nodding up and down, the motion automatic as your heart races.
“i’m gonna need words, love,” he says so casually, the endearment rolling off his tongue like it’s the most natural thing and — oh my godddd, this is really the start of your own fanfiction.
“yes,” you manage, your voice steadier than you feel, “i know the rules.”
he brings his hand up then, palm open and inviting. you hesitate for just a heartbeat before slipping your hand into his, the warmth of his skin enveloping yours in a gentle grip that feels surprisingly reassuring.
he starts guiding you deeper into the room, his steps slow and unhurried. you thought he was heading straight for the bed like the next inevitable step in this unfolding scene. but when you walk right past it, your brows furrow, glancing up at him, confusion flickering across your face.
he catches your look and offers a small, knowing smile, releasing your hand only to lower himself against the side of the bed with casual ease. then he pats the space right in front of him, between his outstretched legs.
“are we gonna do it on the floor?” the question tumbles out – this isn’t how you pictured your first time to go. not when there’s a perfectly inviting bed just inches away.
he shakes his head, the motion gentle but firm, “no, not yet…come on,” he says, his voice light with encouragement, “i don’t bite,” he adds, the tease curling at the edges of his words, drawing a reluctant chuckle from you.
you finally take your seat, sliding into the space between jaehyun’s legs on the soft carpet.
as you settle, you realize the full-length mirror is positioned directly in front of you, reflecting the two of you in this intimate arrangement.
his hands find your shoulders then, fingers pressing in with a deliberate slowness, starting to massage the tension there in firm, circular motions that coax the stiffness from your muscles.
he pulls you back toward him gradually, giving you time to adjust, until your back completely melts against his chest, the solid warmth of him grounding you. the fabric of his white t-shirt brushes your skin where your sweater has slipped and you can feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against your spine.
“relax, baby,” he murmurs, right by your ear, his breath warm and even, “you have to trust me for this to work.”
before you can respond, he lands a soft kiss just below your earlobe, the light press of his lips sending a shiver racing down your neck, making you hold your breath as goosebumps rise throughout your skin.
“you said you wanted to be taught,” he continues, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through you, “and i’m here to teach.”
you exhale shakily, leaning into him a fraction more, the scent of his clean soap mingling with the faint floral notes from the roses. it’s overwhelming in the best way – his body a solid wall of warmth behind you, the mirror capturing every subtle shift.
his fingers pause on your arms, then one hand lifts gently to turn your head softly toward him like he’s handling something precious. he tilts your chin up, eyes locking into yours, dark and intent but softened by that reassuring smile.
“have you ever kissed anyone?”
you nod, the admission slipping out shyly, “a couple times…but…i was drunk each time.”
heat creeps up your cheeks but his expression doesn’t shift to judgment. he just nods in understanding, thumb brushing once along your jawline.
“just follow my lead, okay?”
the words are simple and before you can overthink it, he’s leaning in, closing the small distance to press his lips to yours, starting with slow, innocent pecks. each one is light, testing, feather-soft. your eyes flutter shut, the only thing in your mind is the warmth of his mouth.
then he deepens it, his lips sucking gently on yours, a little pull on the bottom one, then the top, drawing out the contact so each kiss lingers. the rhythm shifts, more deliberate, and when his tongue traces along the seam of your lips, memories from all those books flood back – the cues, the surrender.
you part your mouth open for him instinctively, inviting him in and he takes it with a low hum of approval that resonates against your chest. he tastes like toothpaste and vanilla chapstick and you're slowly coming to realize how kissing is so much better when you’re not just reading about it.
your hand lifts on its own, fingers threading into the soft strands of his hair at the nape of his neck, tugging lightly in this awkward angle but enough to pull him closer.
the hand on your jaw moves then, trailing down your side with deliberate slowness, fingertips grazing the hem of your sweater before dipping beneath, skimming the bare skin of your waist.
he breaks the kiss off abruptly, both of you panting for air, his lips tingling and swollen. you wonder if yours matches his.
“arm’s up,” he instructs, voice roughened at the edges. you follow without question. he tugs the sweater up and off in one smooth motion, setting it aside and leaving you in your bra and sweats.
“look at you,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear, sending another shiver through you. his chin settles over your shoulder giving you no choice but to stare ahead at the mirror. your reflection stares back — your face flushed pink, lips matching his, eyes wide with a mix of nerves and building heat.
his fingers move to the clasp of your bra, unbuckling it with a quick, practiced flick that loosens the straps instantly. he slides the fabric down your arms slowly, letting it drop to the carpet beside your sweater, the cool air hitting your bare skin and making your nipples harden immediately.
you watch your chest rise and fall in quick pants, each breath pulling your breasts up and down, the motion exposing the rush of heat flooding your body, the tangle of nerves twisting in your gut, the raw shyness of being this naked in front of someone else for the first time.
before you can completely shy away, his hands are right there again, palms flattening against your stomach, fingers splaying wide as he holds you steady against his chest, pressing just enough to remind you he’s in control.
“beautiful,” he whispers right into your ear, his breath hot and steady, and you can feel his gaze locked on your reflection, taking in every inch of you like he’s memorizing it.
then he reaches for one of your hands, his grip loose but insistent as he drags it upward, guiding your palm to cup your own breast, your fingers brushing the curve tentatively at first.
“touch yourself.”
his voice drops to a commanding timbre, low and rough. you hesitate for a split second, heart hammering, but the way he looks at you urges you on — your fingers curl slightly, squeezing the soft flesh, thumb grazing over your nipple experimentally. it hardens further under your touch, a spark of unfamiliar pleasure shooting through you, making you hold your breath.
he watches in the mirror, his free hand now inching lower toward your waistband, but he doesn’t push yet.
“just like that, pretty girl,” he encourages, voice softening just a touch, lips pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
“squeeze a little harder — roll your nipple between your fingers. tell me what it does to you.”
your fingers tighten as instructed, the pressure sending a fresh wave of heat blooming across your skin, shooting straight down to your core, making your pussy clench emptily. the sensation is raw and new, like your body’s been holding back this fire until now.
“f-feels good,” you admit, your voice shaky and breathy, barely above a whisper.
“yeah, it makes you wanna moan, doesn’t it?” he teases, that small, playful smirk curling his lips, softening his commanding presence just a fraction, making him seem even more intoxicating.
you bite your lip hard, the sting grounding you as you nod, cheeks burning hotter than before.
“well, go on, let me hear those pretty sounds,” he urges, his tone dipping lower, his breath warm against your neck.
hesitation locks your throat, the idea of letting go like that in front of him feeling too exposed, too soon.
he senses it and without a word, one of his hands slides up from your stomach to take over your breast. his palm cups it fully, larger and rougher than your own touch, his thumb flicking your nipple up and down in quick, deliberate strokes.
the friction builds fast, a teasing rhythm that pulls a tiny, breathy moan from your lips before you can swallow it back, the soft sound betraying you completely, echoing in the quiet room. your head falls back against his chest at the rush of it, leaving you dizzy and wanting more.
“wanna feel even better?” he whispers, his voice a low rumble right by your ear, lips grazing the lobe as his other hand lingers at your waist, fingers hooking lightly into the band of your sweats.
all you can manage is a breathless, “please,” your body already arching subtly toward whatever comes next.
he doesn’t make you wait. his hands move with sure intent, tugging your sweats down your hips in one fluid pull, lifting your feet one by one to slide them off completely. they join the pile on the carpet, leaving you in just your underwear now — the thin cotton clinging damply between your thighs, the wet spot at the center impossible to ignore.
he reaches down and parts your legs wide, knees bending and lifting toward the ceiling like he’s opening you up for display. the view in the mirror is obscene and intimate, your bare breasts heaving with each pant, legs splayed shamelessly, his arms bracketing you like a frame.
his hands settle on your inner thighs, palms hot and steady, thumbs tracing lazy circles that inch closer to your core without touching yet, letting the anticipation coil tighter.
“look at how wet you are already,” he murmurs, nuzzling your neck as one hand drifts upward again to knead your breast, keeping that slow, rolling pressure on your nipple,
“now…,” he grabs one of your hands, sliding it down your body and stopping at the edge of your panties.
“i want you to use these fingers,” he taps on your pointer and middle finger, “—and rub yourself over your panties for me.”
his eyes meet yours in the reflection, dark with hunger but still holding back, waiting for you to follow.
your hand trembles slightly, finger hesitating at the edge of your underwear before dipping lower. you press two fingers against the damp fabric right over your clit, the cotton already soaked and clinging to your folds.
the first rub is testing, a slow circle that presses the material against your sensitive nub, a breathy moan escaping your lips – soft and needy, like a sigh you couldn’t hold back.
“that’s it,” he praises, his breath hot against your ear, watching intently as your fingers move, “just like that — feel how wet you are? circle it, press a little harder, figure out what makes you feel good.”
you obey, adding pressure as your fingers glide in tighter loops, the friction building heat that makes your hips twitch involuntarily. another moans slips out, a little louder this time, hitching as the sensation coils tighter in your belly, your pussy throbbing under the teasing barrier.
“good girl,” he whispers, leaving trails of kisses down your neck, “see how your body responds? you’re soaking right through — rub faster now, up and down.”
both of his hands are on your thighs now, his touch roaming.
your fingers continue to slide up and down the length of your pussy lips, the drag pulling a series of soft moans from you — each one higher, more desperate as the pressure mounts.
“mmm…oh,” you gasp when you hit a certain spot, your head lolling back against his shoulder.
“that's the spot – keep it there,” he chuckles slowly, the vibration rumbling through his chest into your back, “you’re doing so well…how does it feel?”
“s-so good,” you breathe out, voice shaky, as you continue rubbing over your clit, your free hand clutching at his arm for support.
“such a quick learner,” he murmurs, his hand trailing up your panties teasingly.
his fingers gently stop yours, wrapping around your wrist with a firm but careful hold as he guides your hand away from your core. you let out a quiet moan in protest but it’s cut off when he speaks again, voice low and steady.
“you’re ready for more.”
then he hooks into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your thighs in one smooth motion, the cool air hitting your exposed skin. the fabric pools at your ankles, and you kick them aside instinctively.
“touch your bare pussy now, feel how wet you really are.”
his words sends a rush of embarrassment flooding to your cheeks, mixing hot with the arousal pooling low in your belly as you see it all laid out — your glistening entrance completely exposed to the cool air, clit swollen and begging for attention.
heart pounding, you let two fingers meet your bare skin, slipping easily through the wetness as you rub along your slit, tracing the soft, soaked lips from top to bottom. the direct contact is electric, no barrier to dull the sensation, and you moan louder, the sound raw and unrestrained.
“oh god… jaehyun,” you whine his name for the first time and the way it tumbles from your lips turns you on even more.
“hmm,” he hums in approval, leaning in to place a messy kiss on your shoulder, his lips lingering with a soft suck before pulling back.
“push one finger in now—slide it right along your entrance, feel how your pussy opens for it.”
you hesitate for a split second, then press one finger at your hole, pushing in slowly. the tight ring of muscle gives way with a wet squelch, your walls clenching around the intrusion as you sink deeper, inch by inch.
another tiny moan escapes you as you hold your breath. the fullness is strange but intoxicating, your finger buried to the knuckle inside your heat.
“good girl,” jaehyun praises, his breath warm against your ear, and you could feel your walls react around your digit.
“move it in and out now — slow strokes, tell me what you feel.”
you pump your finger experimentally, drawing it out before sliding back in, the drag pulling another moan from your throat, breathier and higher.
“mmm… it’s… warm…and—fuck—tight,” you gasp, the slick sounds echoing softly as you find a tentative rhythm.
“perfect — add the second one,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe, “push them both in together, stretch yourself a little.
swallowing hard, you ease a second finger alongside the first, the added thickness making your pussy stretch with a delicious burn.
“curl them up toward your belly — that’s the spot that’ll make you see stars.”
you thrust them deeper, curling as he said, the tips brushing a spongy patch inside that sends sparks shooting through you, exactly like he said it.
“jaehyun–,” you moan breathily, hips jerking forward into your hand as you start to pump, in and out, curling on every upstroke.
“fuck, yes — just like that,” he groans softly.
“keep curling, rub that spot hard. feel how your walls flutter? you’re learning so fast, baby,” his praises wash over you, punctuated by wet kisses and his warm hands roaming all over your skin
after a while, you start getting the rhythm of it all, instinct taking over as your body chases after the sensation — fingers plunging faster, curling with precision, thumb occasionally grazing your clit. soft moans continue to spill from you, your head falling back against his chest, thighs trembling as the pleasure builds like a wave.
“that’s it, my perfect girl,” he whispers, lips pressing fervent kisses along your neck and shoulders, anywhere his mouth can reach, tongue flicking out to taste your skin.
“look at you fucking yourself so well — your pussy’s dripping down your hand. don’t hold back, chase it.”
but as the heat continues to rise, coiling tighter in your core, it starts to feel overwhelming, the intensity bordering on too much, your fingers falter, and — you stop abruptly, pulling them out halfway.
“fuck—wait,” you pant, chest heaving, a whine edge in your voice as you try to catch your breath.
“what’s wrong?” he asks immediately, voice laced with gentle concern as he lifts his head to meet your eyes in the reflection.
“my stomach felt weird,” you reply, cheeks burning with the admission, your fingers hovering uncertainly at your entrance.
he adores your innocence in that moment, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he presses a tender kiss to your jaw.
“good weird or a bad weird?”
“i don’t know… it felt…hot,” you explain, voice small and breathless, your body still thrumming with unmet need.
he smiles wider, another kiss landing on your flushed skin, “that just means you’re close.”
your eyes widen in the mirror, a mix of surprise and lingering uncertainty flashing across your face, “did i mess it up?”
he shakes his head no, his tone reassuring and firm.
“no. just touch yourself again for me and this time — don’t stop until i say so.”
nodding, you slide your fingers back inside — two at once, curling right away as he taught you, resuming the rhythm, pumping steadily, the heat reigniting almost instantly. desperate moans pour from you now as the coil tightens again, faster this time, your pussy clenching rhythmically around your digits.
but when the the pressure builds to an unbearable peak —
“jaehyun… it’s… too–” you try to pull your hand away again, whimpering.
he doesn’t let you this time.
his large hand coming over yours, keeping your fingers buried deep inside as he holds you in place.
“shhh, stay with it — i've got you,” he murmurs.
his other hand slipping down to rub at your clit in firm, tight circles, pressing just right to push you over.
“let it happen, cum for me.”
the sensation completely shatters you — your walls tightening around your digits — and your first orgasm ever crashes through you so hard you can’t even contain yourself anymore, the sounds spilling out raw and desperate, echoing in the quiet room.
“ahh—jae—fuck!”
you cry, the words breaking into a high-pitched keen as your body arches off his chest, your toes curling tight against the carpet, eyes rolling back, vision blurring with stars, as your thighs clamp down around his hand, trapping him there. the pleasure pulses hot and endless, flooding every nerve until you're shaking uncontrollably, slick gushing over your fingers.
jaehyun holds you through it all, his arm banded securely around your waist to keep you from bucking too wildly, his free hand still working your clit in slowing strokes to help you ride the waves.
“that’s it, love — feel every bit of it,” he murmurs softly, his lips brushing feather-light kisses along your temples, grounding you as the tremors start to fade.
he slows his fingers gradually, letting the aftershocks ripple through you, your pussy fluttering weakly around your buried digits until the intensity fades to a warm, satisfied glow.
your breaths come in ragged pants, body limp and heavy against him, sweat-damp skin sticking to his shirt. finally, your eyes flutter open, hazy and unfocused at first, meeting his gaze in the mirror — dark eyes full of pride and something deeper, more possessive.
with a gentle tug, he guides your hand out of your pussy, your fingers emerging slick and shining with your cum, the wet pop audible in the stillness.
“look at yourself, look at your pretty pussy,” he instructs, voice husky and commanding, as he lifts your hand between you.
your eyes snap to the reflection, cheeks flushing anew at the sight — your thighs splayed wide, pussy flushed and puffy, entrance gaping slightly from the stretch, glistening with arousal that drips down toward your ass.
you watch, mesmerized, as he brings your slick digits up to his lips, parting them to take them inside his mouth. his tongue swirls around your fingers, sucking deliberately, drawing your cum off them with slow, savoring pulls — hollowing his cheeks like it's the sweetest treat he's ever had.
you stare wide eyed, arousal stirring fresh despite the exhaustion, a new heat blooming in your belly as you watch him devour your juices.
the way his eyes lock on yours, the soft hum of approval vibrating against your skin — it's filthy and captivating, making you wonder how it tasted, what it felt like on his tongue.
“how does it taste?” you ask, finally finding your voice, breathy and tentative, your gaze flicking from his mouth to his face.
he smirks, releasing your fingers with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting them briefly before he licks his lips, “you want to know?”
you nod, heart racing again, curiosity overriding any lingering shyness.
without a word, he cups the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss — deep and unhurried, his tongue sliding past your lips to share the flavor, your own arousal coating his mouth as he explores yours.
you moan softly into it, tasting yourself on him, the intimacy of it sending a shiver down your spine as his free hand strokes your thigh soothingly, fingers tracing lazy patterns over your skin.
the kiss deepens, growing hungrier, his tongue stroking yours in firm sweeps while you tilt your head for more.
you shift, turning around in his arms for a better angle, rising onto your knees between his spread legs, hands sliding up his chest over the thin shirt. your fingers catch the hem, tugging insistently, suddenly aware he’s still fully clothed while you’re completely exposed.
jaehyun breaks the kiss just long enough to yank it off swiftly over his head, tossing it aside with your clothes, revealing the sculpted ridges of his eight pack abs — hard, defined lines flexing under smooth skin, a dark happy trail snaking from his navel down and sharp v-lines disappearing into his pants.
you pause, eyes widening as you admire him, one hand trailing down his abs, “god…i don’t think any fictional man can compare anymore,” you murmur, voice laced with awe.
he laughs low and rich, the sound vibrating through his chest, clearly enjoying this bolder side of you over the earlier nerves.
“good thing i’m real and all yours,” he winks, dimples flashing as he pulls you back in for another kiss, lips claiming yours with renewed heat.
“all mine…for another hour or two,” you tease breathlessly when you pull back, a playful glint in your eyes.
his dimples deepen then, eyes darkening with amusement and desire, “let’s not waste a second then,” he teases.
“that would be a shame,” you say quietly, a smile curving your lips before your graze drifts lower, lingering on the thick bulge straining against his plaid pajama pants.
“you can take it off, you know?” he says, reading your mind, his hand guiding yours to the waistband.
you nod, cheeks heating as you shyly hook your fingers in and slide the pants down his hips, exposing the black boxers that do nothing to hide his impressive length – thick and throbbing visibly beneath the thin material.
“take that off for me too, sweet girl,” he instructs, voice firm and coaxing, eyes locked on yours.
you obey without hesitation, palms sliding up his thighs before tugging the boxers down, watching as his cock springs up immediately — heavy and erect, veined shaft curving slightly upward, the flushed head already beading pre-cum.
he lifts his hips to help, kicking the pants and boxers off and you can’t help but gulp at the sight of him fully exposed. with your pulse racing, you reach out without asking, fingers wrapping around his length at the base.
his hips buck up sharply into your grip, a low grunt escaping his throat as you surprisingly squeeze experimentally, feeling him twitch and harden further in your palm.
“what are you thinking about?” he asks, noticing your silence.
“i’m comparing it to my fingers,” you say quietly, stroking once from base to tip before meeting his gaze straight on, “this is gonna hurt, isn’t it?”
jaehyun slowly guides your hand towards his mouth, eyes on yours the whole time when he lets his spit slowly drool from his lips to your palm. it’s vulgar and messy and it makes your head spin.
then he brings your hand back down to his cock, guiding you into a slow pump along his shaft, his abs tightening under where your other palm rests.
“it might sting at first, yeah—especially since you’re new to this,” he admits honestly, making your thumb circle the sensitive underside of the head with your joined hands, smearing his pre-cum down the length, “—but i’ll go slow, make sure you’re wet and ready. you’ll take me like you were made for it…until you’re begging for it.”
his words send fresh heat flooding your core, pussy clenching emptily as you watch your hand glide over his cock. he groans softly, hips rolling up into each stroke, free hand tangling in your hair to tilt your face up.
“keep stroking me like that, twist your wrist at the top.”
you follow his guidance, earning a grunt from him.
“yeah—fuck, baby, just like that.”
it’s hot. he’s hot. the sounds he makes are hot.
you pump faster, mesmerized by him, feeling his cock throb thicker in your fist. his breaths grow ragged, eyes half lidded as he watches you, then pulls you up for a messy kiss, tongue fucking your mouth in time with your strokes.
his hand leaves yours, sliding down your back to cup your ass firmly, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifts you up slightly. your knees spread wider on the carpet, ass rising into the air, pussy exposed and dripping from behind.
and without warning, he presses one long finger against your slick entrance and pushes inside, stretching your walls with a single smooth thrust.
you moan loud into the kiss as your grip on his cock tightens, strokes pausing mid-pump while you adjust to the intrusion.
it’s so much different from fingering yourself — his finger is thicker, longer, moves with purpose you can’t anticipate.
he drags it out slow, then slams back in, curling deep against that soft spot inside, sending sparks exploding through your nerves.
you try your best to resume pumping his cock, hand jerking unevenly along the slick length, but the sensation overwhelms you. after a few shaky strokes, you give up, fingers digging into his muscular thigh for anchor as your mouth hangs open against his, breaths panting hot and desperate.
he breaks the kiss to nip at your jaw, lips brushing your ear as he whispers praises, voice rough and commanding, “so fucking tight—you like that, don’t you? like it when my fingers fuck you like this.”
his digit pumps faster, plunging in and out with wet squelches, thumb now circling your swollen clit in firm presses.
and god, the not knowing makes it so much better — when he’ll curl, when he’ll thrust, when he’ll grind his palm over your clit.
nothing registers but him finger-fucking you — the stretch, the heat, the relentless pressure building low in your belly.
“you’re so wet baby, this pussy is ready to take me,” he grunts, adding a second finger without mercy, scissoring them wide to open you up, knuckles bumping your entrance as he dives deeper.
you’re a goner. your head falls to the crook of his neck, nose buried in his skin, teeth clenched, body seizing as your second orgasm crashes over you just like that. your walls clamp down hard on his fingers, creaming all over his hand, the fresh slick dripping down your thighs. your cries are muffled against his shoulder as your hips buck wildly onto his palm, chasing every brutal thrust through the waves.
jaehyun doesn’t stop, his free arm banding around your waist to hold you steady as you tremble and spasm.
“fuck, that’s it—soak my fingers, sweet girl,” he praises, watching your body shake through the mirror.
your breaths come in shattered gasps, body going limp in his hold as the aftershocks ripple through you.
he eases his fingers out slow, then brings them to your lips, “taste yourself,” he murmurs, pushing the soaked digits past your parted mouth.
you suck obediently, tongue lapping at your own release, eyes fluttering up to meet his heated gaze.
he groans at the sight, cock jerking visibly, “now get on the bed—it’s time for the real lesson.”
your eyes widen slightly, pulse racing at his words, but at this point you’re so ready for this — your body practically begging as your pussy clenches around nothing, aching to be filled.
you push up on shaking legs, knees wobbly from the orgasms, turning toward the bed. before you can climb on and sit down — jaehyun’s large, strong hands grip your hips, spinning you around fast. his lips crash onto your again, kissing you hungrily.
he walks you backward step by step, guiding you onto the bed. your back meets the soft sheets, sinking into the plush mattress as your legs part on instinct, thighs spreading wide. he settles between them heavy and hot, his muscular frame caging you in, his rock hard cock dragging teasingly along your inner thigh.
jaehyun breaks the kiss only to trail his mouth down your jaw, to your neck, sucking hard enough to mark the skin red, drawing out a sharp moan from you.
he moves to your breasts next, mouth closing over one nipple, tongue flicking the peak before sucking on it. your body arches off the bed, pressing your chest into his face, the pull shooting straight to your core.
“jaehyun—,” you moan, the sensation so new and overwhelming in the best way possible. he switches sides, lavishing the other nipple with the same attention — suck, bite, soothe with his tongue — leaving behind a couple of dark hickeys blooming purple on your skin.
finally, he pulls back, sliding down your body until he’s on his knees. one hand wanders flat over your stomach, tracing down to your hips, then dipping to your inner thigh until his fingers reach your pussy lips, parting them open and exposing your dripping entrance and throbbing clit to the cool air.
you watch him the entire time, breath held, excitement buzzing through your veins like electricity.
jaehyun grips his cock at the base, sending you a playful smirk before he guides the flushed head up through your folds – but not inside.
he slides it along your slick, coating himself in your arousal, then swirl the tip around your clit in lazy circles, letting you feel him skin to skin.
the pressure edges you mercilessly, building that coil together once again. you whine high and desperate, hips bucking up to chase the friction, needing more.
“please….jaehyun.”
he smiles down at you, dimples flashing wickedly, eyes locked on your pleading face.
“gotta make sure you’re nice and wet, sweet girl.”
he doesn’t give in just yet. tapping his cock against your clit — once, twice, three times — each tap leaving you wanting more. then he drags down your folds again, nudging your hole but pulling back every time, teasing the stretch.
your whines turn to full begging, thighs trembling, your pussy getting wetter and wetter with ever second.
when he finally deems you ready, he leans over to snatch the condom on the nightstand, ripping the packet open with his teeth and rolling the latex down his length with practiced ease, the sight making your mouth water. you had no idea who you were anymore, all you know is that you needed him. badly.
he crawls back up, face hovering inches from yours, “ready?” he asks, voice softer than it’s been the whole night, his cock nudging right at your entrance, the tip kissing your hole.
you nod frantically, hands going to the nape of his neck.
“yes—please, jaehyun, i need to feel you inside me.”
he doesn’t make you beg anymore after that, pressing forward slowly, the thick head of his cock breaching your tight ring with a wet pop, stretching you inch by burning inch.
it burns so good, fuller than his fingers, your walls yielding reluctantly to his size as he sinks deeper. you’re thankful he took the time prepping you because you can’t even imagine he’d fit if you weren’t this wet.
you shut your eyes tight, hissing sharp at the slight sting of the stretch.
jaehyun notices immediately, hips stuttering just a fraction, “you’re doing so well, love – almost there,” he grunts low, voice strained as he fights his own urges.
you’re so fucking tight, so fucking wet and it feels like heaven and torture rolled into one because he knows you’re a virgin — knows he has to go slow, let you savor it.
once he bottoms out, his balls snug against your ass, he stills completely, giving you a long moment to adjust to the impossible fullness splitting you open, your pussy fluttering wild around him. he peppers your face with soft kisses, a tender contrast to the raw stretch.
you open your eyes, a little watery from the intensity and he thumbs away a tiny tear before it can fall, gaze locked soft on yours.
“you still with me?” he murmurs, breath hot against your skin.
you nod quick, but he tilts his head, dimples faint in that patient smile, “what did i say about words?”
“i’m with you,” you confirm, voice breathy, hands clutching his biceps.
“i’m gonna move now, okay?”
“okay,” you whisper, pulse thundering.
he starts thrusting slow, pulling out halfway then pushing back in with a smooth roll of his hips, letting you get used to the drag.
the pain starts subsiding quick, morphing into sparks of pleasure that bloom deep in your belly, your body starting to react to it as your hips buck up instinctively to match his slow rhythm, chasing more.
“faster, please,” you plead, voice wrecked.
he obliges without question, picking up the pace slightly.
he hikes one of your legs higher, hooking it over his waist, opening you wider — and then he’s hitting it. every snap of his hips grinding right against that spot inside. you moan loud, unrestrained, the sound ripping from your throat.
“yeah, there we go, baby, let me hear you — you sound so fucking pretty,” he praises, voice rough with lust, urging you on as sweat beads on his temple.
“right there, right there, right there, please jaehyun—,” your whines mixes with your moans, hands wrapping around his torso, nails scraping his back to pull him closer.
he knows exactly what you need, his cock slamming that spot deeper — relentless, pounding now.
you’ve never felt anything like it, pleasure coiling vicious and hot, building to a peak that whites out your vision.
you last a couple more thrusts, walls clamping down hard before your third orgasm crashes through you fully. your entire body heats up, pussy spasming wild around his cock, mouth falling open in a breathless moan, the feeling of raw ecstasy making your eyes shut tight while stars burst behind your lids, limbs locking and trembling in his grip.
“that’s it, baby, fuck—you’re coming so hard for me,” jaehyun praises you through it, his hips grinding deep to drag out every pulse.
“look at you, creaming all over my cock, squeezing me so tight — perfect little pussy.”
you barely have time to catch your breath and process the fact that you’re no longer a virgin when jaehyun pulls out with a wet slide, your empty pussy clenching around nothing, as your release slides out of your hole and down to your ass crack.
you hear the sharp snap of latex being yanked off and tossed aside. and the next second – jaehyun’s hovering over you – on his knees, his length obscene and huge, flushed dark and throbbing, veins bulging. he taps the swollen head onto your parted lips.
“wider,” he commands, tone firm, eyes dark with hunger.
he definitely fucked you stupid because you obey instantly, parting your lips wider, tongue flicking out instinctively.
“good girl,” he praises low, dimples flashing wicked before he shoves his cock down your throat in one smooth thrust. it hits the back of your throat immediately, making you gag hard, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth.
you think back to all those books, the smut you devoured, and you’re prepared for this more than you thought — you force your jaw to slack, relaxing the muscles as much as possible, breathing raggedly through your nose and ignoring the tears welling fast, blurring your vision, as you let jaehyun fuck your mouth.
his hips snap forward, grunts and groans rumbling deep from his throat, so hot they vibrate straight to your core. you could listen to him forever — that raw, animalistic sound of need. it makes you horny again, pussy clenching empty, aching fresh, thighs rubbing together for some comfort.
you almost can’t believe you’ve avoided sexual acts for this long and now you have a man balls deep in your throat in the same hour you lost your virginity.
but fuck, you wouldn’t change a thing.
this was all your fanfictions exploding into reality and it’s so much hotter — thicker, messier, real sweat and musk and stretch.
jaehyun’s abs clench tight above you, “nngh–,” a low sound rattles in his throat, somewhere between a moan and a growl, “i’m gonna cum—fuck.”
he’s losing his bearings, his thrusts turning erratic and sloppy. you feel him start to pull back and it’s almost sweet how he doesn’t want to force you to swallow his cum when he’s already choking you with his cock — but your desire is ravenous, your hands shooting up to grip his ass cheeks firmly, nails digging in to yank him deeper, holding him in place. you suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, tongue swirling frantically around him.
“oh—god,” he groans, head tipping back, “you dirty, dirty girl.”
he grabs a fistful of your hair tightly, yanking your head steady as your tearful eyes lock on his — blown pupils, jaw slack, pure feral lust.
“you better swallow every drop,” he growls through clenched teeth, his voice breaking, and then he’s erupting — hot ropes pulsing straight down your throat, thick and endless. you gulp it down greedily, not spilling a bit, throat working around him until he’s spent and shuddering above you, cock twitching with aftershocks.
jaehyun finally pulls out slow, slick strands of spit and cum connecting your lips to his tip before snapping free.
you let yourself cough for a bit, finally regaining air in your lungs as he slides back down your body.
“so good for me, taking it all like that – my perfect girl,” he praises, caressing your face gently before capturing your mouth in a deep kiss, tasting himself in you.
“who taught you how to suck somene off like that, huh?” he teases, eyes sparkling wickedly as he props on his elbows, his body against yours.
you smile shyly, cheeks burning hot, biting your lip.
he grins wide, dimples carving deep, already knowing, “those books are that good?” he asks, voice playful.
you laugh bright, playfully shoving his shoulder, “yeah, well, the writers are pretty damn amazing.”
he quirks a brow high, smirk tugging, “anything else they write about that you want to try?” he waits, gaze intense, hand tracing lazy circles on your skin.
“i—uhm,” you start, voice soft, “i kinda want to ride you.”
he chuckles deep, hand roaming down your hip, squeezing the curve firm, “you gotta give me five minutes, love,” he says playful, making you laugh again, the tension easing into giddy warmth.
you’re thankful he’s not making this whole thing a bigger deal than it has to be, that he’s not treating you like something breakable just because it’s your first time.
“do they write about how it feels to be eaten out?” he smirks slow, breaking you out of your thoughts.
you nod quick, pulse racing fresh.
“let me know if the writing is as good as the actual thing,” he says teasingly.
and then he’s shifting down, strong hands spreading your thighs wide, hooking under your knees to pin you open. his breath ghosts hot over your soaked pussy before his tongue flattens, licking a long stripe up your slit from your hole to your clit, lapping your juices clean.
your head sinks deep into the pillow, back arching sharp, body reacting immediately to his touch,“god—jaehyun,” you whine high, hands flying down to grip his dark hair, tugging the strands between your fingers.
he groans into you, vibration humming straight to your core and dives in hungrily — lips sealing around your clit, sucking, tongue flicking rapid circles around the sensitive bud. your hips buck up desperately, grinding your folds against his face, chasing the pressure.
he eats you out filthily, nose bumping your clit as his tongue thrusts in, slurping every drip of your arousal. spit and cream smear his chin, dripping down.
your thighs quake around his head, heels digging into the mattress, your grip tightening in his hair as that spark builds low in your belly once again.
“jae—fuck, yes,” you gasp, legs trembling now, toes curling into the sheets.
he presses his face deeper and you shatter hard, your fourth orgasm crashing through you like fire, pussy spasming as you squirt tiny bursts against his mouth.
jaehyun drinks it down, sucking your pulsing clit to drag out every throb. your back arches off the bed, cry ripping raw from your chest, as you push his head off of you, giving yourself a moment to breathe.
his lips are glistening with your release, eyes dark and smug as he crawls beside you, sitting against the headboard as he caresses your hair.
“better than the book, yeah?” he murmurs playfully, earning an eye roll and a tired laugh from you as you calm your racing pulse.
“still wanna ride me, baby?” he asks, voice low and coaxing.
you look up at him then. in truth, you’re feeling tired, but on the other hand, you still wanted to feel it.
“c-can i?” you ask shyly.
he nods, thumb stroking your cheek, “of course you can, anything you want to do, love.”
he reaches for another condom on the nightstand. you sit up now, watching him move.
“can i put it on you?”
he gives you a soft smile, handing it over, “yeah, here.” his hand covers yours, showing you how to pinch the tip and slide it down smooth over his hard cock until it hugs him tight.
once it’s on, he guides you over his lap to straddle him, thighs spreading wide around his hips, “now…just grip the base of me like this,” he says, wrapping your fingers around his cock, steady and thick in your palm, “and sit whenever you’re ready.”
you nod, heart pounding, lining his tip up with your soaked entrance. you take a soft breath before slowly, pushing down, the stretch burning sweetly.
“oh—shit,” you moans, sinking lower inch by inch, the new angle making you feel him even more, “oh my god—you feel so big.”
he tries to hide his smirk as his hands settle on your waist, rubbing soothing circles, letting you control the drop.
“take your time, sweet girl—you can do it,” he praises. then his mouth latches onto one nipple, lips sucking softly and sweetly.
and fuck, there’s a reason why he’s the most valuable donor.
you whimper, hips dipping further, taking half of his length now, walls clenching greedy around the invasion. he switches nipples, sucking the other into wet heat, humming approval that vibrates through your chest.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he groans against your skin, one hand sliding up your back to pull you closer, the other kneading your ass.
you continue until your ass meets his thighs and he’s buried balls deep, the fullness stealing your breath, pussy stuffed full and pulsing around him.
you pause there, panting, adjusting to his size. jaehyun kisses between your breasts, up to your neck, murmuring, “move when it feels good, yeah? bounce or grind—whatever you need.”
his words sink in, a gentle push to explore and figure out what your body likes.
you lift your hips slowly, slick pussy dragging up his shaft, then sink back down slow, the friction sparking fresh heat low in your belly.
then you try grinding circles next, your clit pressing firm against his pubic bone, cock buried deep and still. a soft moan slips out at that — your body likes this roll, the way it rubs that inner wall just right.
he watches close, eyes locked on your face, hands loose on your hips. and you can’t help it, he’s just so handsome and patient and everything you wanted this to be. you lean forward, capturing his mouth in a messy kiss, moaning into it as you grind harder. each second builds pressure, pussy clenching around his thickness, learning the rhythm that makes your thighs quiver.
“that’s it, baby—fuck yourself on my cock—you love it don’t you?” he breathes against your lips, still letting you lead.
“f-feels s-so full, jaehyun,” you admit in moans, bouncing slightly now, moans pouring into his mouth louder while your hips chase that rising coil, your sweat beads on your skin, tits brushing his chest with every grind.
the heat swells fast again, that now familiar ache demanding more. you rock frantically, your pace faltering as your thighs start to burn. whines escape between kisses, desperate little sounds that demand more.
“what do you need, love? tell me,” he asks, his voice husky, though his smirk says he already knows.
“need it faster—please,” you whine, nails digging into his chest.
that flips the switch.
he plants your heels firm into the mattress on either side of his hips, “hold here,” he says, guiding your hands up to grip his shoulders tight. then he takes over — hips snapping up at a punishing pace, each thrust slamming into the spot that whites out your vision, his grip on your hip hot and bruising.
you moan louder than you thought you could, your raw cries bouncing off the walls as the sound of skin slapping wet and loud fills your ears.
soon enough, your knees buckle as you collapse against his chest. he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow — his strong hands grips your ass cheeks, bouncing you up and down his cock easily.
“jaehyun—fuck!”
your pussy stretches around every ruthless plunge, walls fluttering wild. he grunts by your ear, breath hot on your neck, cock throbbing thicker inside you.
“i’m–i’m gonna cum—,” you scream between clenched teeth, body seizing as the edge crashes, bringing you to your fifth orgasm.
“that’s it, baby—squeeze me just like that,” he growls low in your ear as you shatter completely, pussy convulsing violently around him, juices gushing down his shaft, pushing him to his own orgasm. he thrusts deep one last time, his cock pulsing hard as he fills the condom with thick ropes of cum.
you’re both wrecked, panting, locked together. his arms wrap tight around your back as he kisses your shoulder.
“so fucking perfect,” he murmurs, holding you close through the aftershocks.
you stay like that for a while, his hand stroking your back in lazy circles, letting you catch your breath and piece your scattered mind back together. the fullness is almost comforting, warm inside, a reminder of how thoroughly he wrecked you.
you lift your head finally, meeting his gaze, his eyes soft and searching, “you okay?” he asks, thumb brushing your cheek.
you nod, a shy smile tugging at your lips, “that was—i don’t know how that’s going to be topped…you may have set the standards too high for real men,” you say, laughing softly.
he laughs with you, deep and warm, his hand sliding up to rub your arm up and down, his soft cock still buried inside you.
“well, i’ll be here if you ever need your standards met,” he winks, smile widening, those dimples carving deep into his cheeks.
and you can’t resist it anymore — your finger reaches up sweetly, poking one dimple gently. his expression shifts to amused shock, brows lifting playfully as he catches your hand and landing a kiss on your fingertip.
“thank you,” you say sweetly, “i couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”
he pulls you down for a kiss then, soft and slow, lips moving tenderly against yours, “thank you for trusting me,” he murmurs when he pulls back as you two share a smile.
“let’s get you cleaned up.”
you nod, finally hopping off him, your pussy clenching empty around nothing, juices spilling down between your thighs, already missing that thick stretch as his cock slips free with a wet slide.
he pulls the condom off, tying it off quick before tossing it to the bin, then guides you with a hand at your lower back toward the door leading to the bathroom, your legs feeling like jelly below you.
“one last lesson,” he says smirking, “you need to pee.”
you laugh, the sound light and bubbly, “got it, i have read about that.”
he laughs then, eyes crinkling at the corners, “you gotta send me these books you’re reading…i might learn a thing or two,” he jokes, handing you a soft towel from a stack on the counter.
“go ahead, i’ll get your clothes,” he says before giving you a bit of privacy as he saunters back into the bedroom to pick your clothes off the ground.
you look at your reflection in the mirror and yeah, it does kinda scream that you just got railed in the best way possible.
you do your thing — wiping the sticky mess from your thighs before finally sitting on the toilet. you wash up softly, your pussy still throbbing tenderly, swollen lips aching sweet from the stretch and friction.
he knocks softly before peeking in, he’s back in his clothes now too while your clothes and underwear are draped over his arm.
“all good?” he asks, stepping in to lay them on the counter.
“yeah,” you say, taking the clothes, and slipping into it.
he turns away politely and it’s cute considering how he’s the only person to ever see and touch your body intimately.
you step out of the bathroom fully dressed and he walks over to you, placing his hand up, palm open just like how this all started.
“ready to head out?”
you nod, placing your hand in his, warm and steady. he leads you out the door of suite 14 and into the hallway back to the lobby, his fingers laced loosed with yours. as you’re walking, he pulls out a single red rose that he tucked between his pajama pants like the cheeky, cheeky man he is.
“for you ms. y/n.”
you try to hide your smile, cheeks warming, “thank you, mr. jung,” you giggle, taking the rose from him, the symbolism of the flower making you laugh inside – how poetic.
“is it always this sweet here?” you ask, twirling the stem between your fingers.
“it depends on the client,” he says honestly, dimples deepening as he glances sideways.
“has anyone fallen in love with a client before?” you ask, head already swrling with romantic fantasies.
he pauses to think for a bit, “i don’t think so…but i wouldn’t put it as past us,” he says rationally, “we are still human after all.”
you nod at that. then you make it to the door that leads to the lobby.
“well…johnny will take care of you now,” he says, releasing your hand, “thank you for choosing me, ms. y/n,” he smiles then, releasing your hand softly just to offer it out again for handshake.
you take it, shaking his hand, “i couldn’t have chosen a better donor,” you say softly.
then, just when you thought it was over – he brings your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss between your knuckles, the brush of his mouth sending a final spark through your skin.
“come back whenever you want,” he says, sending you a playful wink, dimples flashing one last time before finally letting you step back into the lobby, your heart fluttering quietly in your chest as the door to the private suites closes behind you.
✚ END OF SESSION ✚
“welcome back,” johnny says lightly, pulling you back to reality as you walk up to the reception desk.
“how was suite 14?”
you grip the rose tighter between your fingers, body and mind still humming from jaehyun, “perfect,” you admit shyly, cheeks heating.
johnny nods approvingly, a small smile on his lips, “jaehyun’s got that effect.”
then he’s sliding a black bag towards you. you eye it suspiciously, curiosity piqued.
“a gift from us,” johnny says, eyes twinkling, “a little thank you for giving us a chance.”
you smile, grabbing the bag and thanking him before finally stepping out of the clinic and into the cool evening air.
you slide into the driver’s seat of your car, exhaling long and slow, processing everything that just happened. your body aches in the best way, the faint musk of sex clinging to your skin.
you checked the inside of the bag to find a folded white hoodie with the words ORGASM DONOR in bold letters across the chest. a laugh bubbles up from your chest, genuine and light, cutting through the post-sex haze.
you pull your phone out then, pulling up the neo orgasm’s clinic website to leave your own review:
“jaehyun is every swoon-worthy romantic lead i’ve ever read and so much more. a patient teacher, a dominant lover, the most perfect donor who made this virgin’s first time a bestseller. if your fantasies live between the lines, book him. you’ll beg for the sequel.”
✚ APPOINTMENT STATUS: COMPLETE ✚
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an: DADA IS HOMEEEEEEEEE 🫦🫦 i have survived my first military wife era!!!!!!!!!!!!!!🏆🏅….i hope you loved donor jaehyun! i wanted to make him real sweet and a quiet dom for this one,, please tell me you see the visionnnn! and please let me know what you think <333 — again, a kind reminder: this whole entire concept is supposed to be silly! please don't take it too seriously :)
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a/n: size kink go burr.😣 yes im writing for my curvy babies. (i love all shapes and sizes btw loves) i've been super insecure abt my weight and i got a compliment recently, giving me a boost of confidence. but really tho, i feel theres not enough curvy!reader fics out really so yk i had to write a few.
you don’t realize what you’ve done until it’s too late. until jaehyun’s staring down at you. quiet. unreadable. jaw tight.
“say that again.”
you blink. flushed and breathless on your back, skirt bunched around your waist, panties pushed to the side.
“i just said you’re… so much bigger than me.”
and something snaps in him. his hand wraps around your throat. not tight. just there, letting you feel how wide his fingers are, how much space he takes up.
“yeah? you like that?”
he mutters, brushing his thumb over your lip. your thighs squeeze together. he forces them apart. eyes trailing from the curve of your waist to the softness of your belly to your thick thighs, jiggling slightly as you squirm.
“you’re tiny, baby. my hand’s bigger than your whole throat.”
he spreads your legs wider. easily, like you weigh nothing. then, without warning. spits on your pussy.
“you’re soft everywhere. thick fucking thighs, fat little cunt… but i can still fold you in half, huh?”
your whimper is immediate. thighs twitch. he chuckles low.
his fingers slide in first. two. three. and still you’re tight, walls clenching, wet squelches echoing in the room as he curls his fingers and grinds his palm against your swollen clit.
“you hear that? soaking just ‘cause i called you small. filthy girl.”
he pulls out slowly. watches his fingers glisten in the light. then, leans down. slides them between your lips.
“open.”
you suck. moan around them. and when he pulls them out, he taps your cheek.
“good girl.”
he pulls his cock out. you’d seen it before. of course you had. but it never stops being big. thick. heavy. veiny. the tip flushed and dripping already. he drags it along your soaked folds. groans low.
“fuck, baby… your pussy’s too small for this. you sure you can take it?”
you nod. beg. and he grins.
“better hold on.”
and then he pushes in. you scream. hand flying to his bicep. he’s so broad, so solid and he grabs both your wrists, pinning them above your head.
he buries it inch by inch. stretching you. filling you. making your belly press out slightly under the weight of him.
“there you go. let me see you take it, baby.”
he thrusts. deep. slow. and your back arches.
“shit, look at that.”
he presses a hand to your belly. right over the spot where he’s bulging inside you.
“you’re so small i can see my cock right here. this pussy’s never gonna forget me.”
you’re sobbing now. eyes rolling. thighs trembling. he leans down. kisses your cheek. still fucking you slow and deep and so heavy inside.
“my pretty little baby. stretched out for me.”
when you come, it’s messy. your body jerks, pussy clenches, and he grunts.
“ohh yeah, milk my cock, baby. that’s it. fuck.”
he pounds into you harder now. chasing his high. slapping your thighs, your ass, grabbing every inch of softness like it belongs to him. and then he groans.
“fuck, take it- gonna fill you up.”
and he does. thick ropes of cum flooding your overstretched cunt. you sob. tremble. whimper as he pulls out and stuffed, dripping warmth spills onto the sheets.
he kisses your cheeks after. your thighs. your tummy. he whispers.
“stand here.”
his voice is low, commanding. as he turns you toward the full-length mirror near the bed. you’re trembling. skirt hitched up, your soft body bare underneath except for your pretty lace panties. jaehyun stands behind you, towering. one hand cupping your tit, the other gripping your waist like he owns it.
“look, you see this body? this soft little thing right here?”
his hand glides from your waist to your belly, smoothing over the curve. you squirm. he smirks.
“ it's mines.”
he presses his cock, already leaking, between your cheeks. and when you arch your back, trying to line him up, he grabs your throat gently.
“ah ah. watch.”
you do. and when he pushes in. slow, deep, painfully thick. you moan so loud you startle yourself. his cock stretches you open. deeper than anyone else ever has. your belly presses out, thighs shaking, tits bouncing from how hard your body jolts.
“fuck, look at that. see how you’re stuffed full already? such a tiny hole. greedy for my cock.”
he snaps his hips. once. your hands slap against the mirror. your eyes roll back. he grins.
“don’t look away. you wanted this. wanted to be my little princess, didn’t you?”
you nod. gasping. he slaps your ass. your thick thigh jiggles and he groans.
“so fucking soft. perfect little fuck-doll for me. look at you. your belly’s bouncing every time i fuck in. this pussy’s so small it’s trying to choke my cock.”
he folds you down. hard. so your hands are braced against the mirror, your ass tilted up, your thick thighs spread wide.
his hands grip the plush on your hips like handles. he starts pounding. and the mirror shakes.
“watch yourself, baby. come on. you see how ruined you look? face all dumb, mouth open, drooling already.”
you’re sobbing now. your tits are bouncing in the reflection. jaehyun’s behind you; huge, muscled, flushed. his cock disappearing inside your soaked pussy over and over and over.
“cry all over my cock while i fill you up.”
you try to speak. your mouth barely works.
“t-too much, j-jaehyun..”
he grabs your jaw. forces you to meet your own eyes.
“you can take it. you’re my good girl, right? my little pillow princess with the tightest fucking pussy in the world.”
you wail. the stretch is overwhelming, your belly is tight, your thighs burn from how wide he’s holding them, and when he slides one hand under to rub your clit.
you shatter.
you cry out. full body spasms. your pussy squeezes him, milking his cock, and he fucks you through it. whispering.
“that’s it. cry for me. my pretty baby. takes all of me even when she’s shaking.”
he thrusts once. twice. groans.
“fuck- gonna cum. you better fucking take it.”
and he does. cums deep, thick, messy. fills your tiny cunt until it spills out around his cock. keeps his cock buried in you while you both pant against the mirror. then he whispers.
“stay like that, baby. i wanna see what my cum looks like dripping out of you. such a pretty mess.”
summary: as autumn progresses into winter, days shorten and temperatures drop, but for the first time in his life, haechan doesn't mind the cold, because he's got you to keep him warm.
pairing: student!haechan x f!reader. mdni! adults only.
genre: university!au, fluff, strangers to acquaintances to lovers, smut!
word count: 32k (i swear it wasn't planned)
tags/warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking/vaping, swearing, talks of fertility idek it's just funny, explicit sexual content, kissing (a lot), making out (a lot), semi-public shenanigans, spitting (slurp), fingering, dry humping, oral (both receiving), multiple orgasms, multiple smut scenes, dirty talk, praise, light choking, lots of teasing, nipple play, nipplegasm, a little squirting BAHAHA, tiny bit of ass play (it's just a thumb), spanking, unprotected & protected sex, overstimulation, he calls her a slut like once (in a loving way ofc), pet names (baby, pretty, good girl), she calls him “hae”, hae-bear, and pretty boy, they’re both pathetic freaks, soft dom!haechan, kind of hard dom!haechan in one scene, sub!reader, switch!haechan, cumshots, cum eating (im not even sorry), pull out method (don't do this unless you want a baby), aftercare, this is just pure filth with plot and an incredible amount of fluff, i love them so much :(
other characters: the whole dream gang, chenle & ningning as oc’s besties
a/n: the time has finally come my children! still processing how much love pt1 has received and i hope ya'll enjoy this one just as much. this is so bittersweet for me, i can't believe it's ended but im so happy i get to share it with you lovely people. and who knows, maybe i'll revisit this in the future with a few blurbs if i miss them too much. i know i said there might be angst in this part but i ended up deciding against it bc it simply just didn't fit. they have a couple serious conversations but i couldn't bring myself to make them argue or put them through anything majorly dramatic. feedback is always appreciated, I love hearing your thoughts!
PS. there's a hidden xmas present in this part - potentially a hint about my next fic hehe. lmk your guesses!! xoxo
→ part one here!
Haechan gets woken up by a loud door slam down the hall. He’s lying on his front, face buried in his pillow with an arm tucked underneath. His other arm feels warmer compared to the rest of his body, resting on something a lot softer than the surface of his mattress, and when he turns his head to the side, eyes fluttering open and slowly adjusting to the morning light, he remembers. He’s not alone. A lazy smile takes over his face, and his eyes close again as he nuzzles back into his pillow, sighing sleepily, feeling more relaxed than ever.
His eyes can’t stay closed for too long, though. Not when you’re lying all warm and soft next to him, breathing slow and quiet, still in dreamland. He doesn’t move, just opens his eyes to observe, cheek squishing against his pillow as he takes you in. Your position resembles his own; you’re on your front, arm under your pillow, the back of your hair a mess as you face away from him. His eyes slowly travel down, your bare back impossible to ignore. You must have gotten hot during the night, the covers resting just above your ass, where his arm is lazily draped. Not able to resist, he moves his hand, gently placing his palm on the small of your back. His thumb strokes delicately, your skin soft as ever, and then his fingers trail up, knuckles stroking up your spine until he reaches your shoulders. His index softly draws a tiny invisible flower on your left shoulder blade, and when your body shivers, he immediately stops, not wanting to wake you. It might be too late, though.
You stir, your low hum resembling a cat purr, and as you slowly start to turn on your side, Haechan shuffles closer, his arm slithering around your middle, wrapping securely, his hand resting on your stomach, subtly pulling you into him. The heat of your back feels comforting against his naked chest, and he has to shake the urge to squeeze you in his arms like his favourite teddy bear, not wanting to ruin your slumber completely. Instead, he buries his face in your hair, inhaling the scent of your fruity shampoo, and he smiles sleepily when your body arches into his, even in your half conscious state.
He pulls the covers up, engulfing both your bodies in warmth, and you sigh contentedly against him as his hand returns to your tummy, fingers stroking just below your navel in a feather-like manner. You must be ticklish there, because you instinctively try to move away from the touch, resulting in your ass pushing back into him. His half-hard dick nestles between your buttocks, and he accidentally lets out a quiet moan when you push back into him again. There’s no way in hell you’re not awake now.
He steals a tender kiss off your shoulder, exactly where he drew the little flower, and his suspicions are confirmed when you blindly reach behind you, burying a hand in his hair, nails lightly scratching against his scalp, making him shudder. His hips slowly grind into your ass as his fingers splay firmly against your lower stomach, holding you as close as possible. His nose nudges your hair out of the way before he starts scattering kisses from your neck up to your jaw until he reaches your ear.
“Rise and shine.” He whispers, watching your side profile carefully. Your eyes are still closed, but your smile is hard to miss, teeth digging into your bottom lip trying to disguise your giddiness.
“Hi.” You whisper back, eyes fluttering open now, head turning so you can look at him. He rests his upper weight on his forearm, leaning forward a bit so he can look at you properly, and you reciprocate by slightly twisting your body at the waist; bottom halves remaining pressed together.
“Hi.” He repeats with a bright smile, eyes finding yours, and he swoons at how cute you look in the morning. Eyes still half open, lips all puffy from sleep but also from all the kisses he stole off them last night, and he can’t help but want more again. He leans down, but before he can close the distance, you turn your head to the side again, dodging him with a whine. He gets your cheek instead, which he doesn’t mind, but he still wonders why you won’t let him have your lips. “What’s wrong?” He mumbles before kissing where his lips are already touching, and when you turn to look at him again, he raises his head a little, eyes inspecting your face for any discomfort.
“We haven’t brushed our teeth.” You whine quietly, and he can’t help the laugh that escapes his throat, his forehead dropping on your shoulder momentarily, hiding the amusement written on his face.
“Y/N.” He says scoldingly, and you hum in response, waiting for him to continue. He looks at you again, head tilting in thought, eyes hiding mischief now, one eyebrow raising provocatively. “You realise you’ve gone from asking me to spit in your mouth to worrying about oral hygiene, right?” Your eyes widen, cheeks turning pink at his unfiltered comment, and he smirks. “I think we’re way past that, baby.” He whispers and leans down again, slower this time, testing, as his fingers keep stroking teasingly, just above your pubic bone, and when you lick your lips and let your eyes close, he knows you don’t need more convincing.
Your lips feel soft against his, your taste more than familiar now, and for someone who was reluctant just a second ago, you match his eagerness just fine. He can’t help but smile into the kiss, causing you to whine. “What’s with the grin, you weirdo?” You mutter against his mouth, making him laugh now.
“Nothing, I just really like kissing you.” He deflects, but it’s not a lie. He really does like kissing you. In fact, he thinks that it’s starting to become one of his favourite things to do.
When he senses you trying to speak again, he kisses you with more determination, allowing his tongue to swipe against your bottom lip. Your lips instantly part for him, tongues languidly sliding against each other, and he relishes in the moan you let out when his hand travels down, between your legs. He dips his middle finger between your soft folds, gently rubbing up and down, spreading your wetness like it’s instinct. “How are you always so wet?” He murmurs mid-kiss. “Are you into me or something?” Sarcasm evident in his voice.
His teasing makes you let out a breathy laugh, and he almost regrets winding you up when you shamelessly grind your ass back into him. “Says the guy with a boner practically up my ass.” You retort sassily, and he feels his heart thudding in his chest, while his cock feels impossibly hard. He kisses you again with a moan, as two of his fingers catch at your entrance, and they easily sink into your heat. “Fuck.” You breathe heavily against his mouth, unable to kiss back. Your top lip drags against his bottom one as he starts to slowly pump into you, and he knows he’s doing something right when your eyes shut completely and your back arches beautifully, ass pressing into his front even harder.
He basks in the way your hand buries in his hair again, clinging desperately, holding him close as he fastens the pace. He observes you, loving how responsive you are to his touch. The consistent movement of his arm rides the covers further down again, revealing your chest, nipples cute and hardened, pretty tits jiggling slightly. You look like you’ve come straight out of a wet dream, and he inevitably grinds into your behind harder, desperately seeking friction.
“Can we have sex like this? Please?” He quietly pleads in your ear, and he knows he sounds pathetic, but he couldn’t care less at this point.
“Yeah.” You quickly nod, panting as he doesn’t let up, fingers curling, searching for your sweet spot, and a feeling of pride blooms in his chest when your walls tighten. It’s no secret that he’s decoded your body rather quickly. He already knows you like it when he curls his fingers just a little - enough to tickle that gummy spot at the front of your walls - he knows how you like to be kissed; slow and wet, as sloppy as he likes it, he knows you get a little louder just before an orgasm but go completely quiet when you get there. And he knows you like it when he’s vocal, when he talks you through it, when he shows you how much you affect him too. He knows your body well, no doubt there. Your heart and mind though? Those he desires to know wholly. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make it happen.
“Need you to cum first. Can you do that for me?” He asks softly as he trails kisses from your temple down to your jaw, and he feels you bob your head up and down in affirmation. He starts jabbing at your g-spot faster, the pads of his fingers dragging against your spongy walls, making him moan when he feels them flutter. He makes sure to stimulate your clit with the heel of his palm every time he thrusts in, and he feels his cock throbbing when he sees your lips part in a silent moan. “Yeah? Like that?” He mumbles in awe, his own breathing staggered from his efforts, wrist slightly cramping, but he doubles down, because there’s no way he’s not getting an orgasm out of you now that he’s started.
“Yeah, I’m close.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and his tongue dragging against your neck must do something for you, because you start visibly shaking, fingers pulling harder at his messy strands. “Oh, my g- fuck, yes.” You let out in a whinier tone, and he knows you’re climaxing when you start kneading his fingers. He can’t help but moan with you as he takes in your disheveled form, beads of sweat shining on your hairline and your upper lip, spine slippery against his chest, body still shaking as he keeps sliding his digits into you, helping you ride out the high.
You shiver against him when he pulls out, resting his hand lazily on your tummy again, and when his eyes drop to your erect nipples, he can’t stop himself. His wet fingers come up, the middle one circling your areola slowly, spreading your slick around it, teasing you, and you mewl when he traps the sensitive bud between his index and middle finger, cupping your whole breast in the process, kneading the soft flesh. “So sensitive, baby.” He mutters in awe, teeth sinking in his bottom lip, and he grunts when your hand quickly unburies from his hair, sneaking behind you, between your bodies, to wrap around his hard cock. “Fuck.” He exhales when you shuffle upwards, positioning yourself so his tip catches against your soaked entrance. He involuntarily thrusts upwards, making you both moan loudly when the bulbous head sinks into you.
Your hand unwraps from him, coming up to engulf his own, resting on your boob, fingers threading between his wet ones as you push back on him with a whimper, trying to take more of him. “So big.” You exhale, and he moans at your words, dropping his head on the pillow, face burying in the back of your neck as his hips pull back only to slowly thrust back in a little deeper this time, not to the hilt yet, allowing you to adjust slowly.
“Does it hurt?” He asks, half concerned - half lost in pleasure, trying his hardest not to fully fuck into your warm pussy.
“No, but go slow.” You say in the softest voice, and he nods against your nape, kissing between your shoulder blades. He continues the same pattern; slow like you asked, in and out, sinking in little by little, so close to entering you completely. Your snug, velvety walls feel like heaven, squeezing around him just perfectly, almost sucking him back in every time he pulls out, and he suddenly realises he’s fucking you raw. The thought makes him moan loudly, arousal taking over him, hips thrusting up, seething his whole length inside you this time. Your ass cheeks are snugly squished against his hips, and he’s got you panting as hard as he is.
“Shit, I’m not wearing a condom.” He says quickly, his voice coming out pained at the thought of having to pull out completely.
“It’s okay, just pull out when you're close.” Your rushed words are music to his ears, and his hand abandons your breast, trailing up to wrap around the base of your neck. Not squeezing, just gently holding as he slowly starts thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace.
“You sure?” He still asks, giving you the chance to backtrack before he starts fucking you properly.
“Yes.” Your delicate hand wraps around his wrist, looking for something to hold onto, and his eyes shut as he allows himself to give into the pleasure. “You feel too good like this.” You whisper, turning him on beyond salvation. “Just promise you won’t cum inside.”
“Fuck.” He grunts, quickening the pace. Your forbidding words do something to him. “I promise.” He forces the words out, even though the only thought infiltrating his brain is the opposite of that promise. He wonders what it would feel like. To paint the inside of your pussy with his release. He would never risk it, of course. He’s still allowed to wonder, though, right?
A whimper escapes him when you start pushing back against him, meeting his thrusts every time. “Right there.” You whisper, and he keeps doing exactly what he’s doing, maintaining the pace. Not too slow, but not too fast. Everything feels perfect; you feel perfect. Your skin, your voice, anything you do or say. Everything. Perfect.
“Yeah, baby?” His thumb strokes the side of your neck gently, lips dragging across your shoulder, resuming their kisses. “Does that feel good?” He asks, even though he knows, even though he can tell.
“So good.” You agree pliantly, and he smiles, sneaking his other arm under you between your neck and the pillow, your head instinctively raising to rest on his bicep, your hot breath on his skin grounding him.
“Hae?”
“Hm?” He hums into your hair, letting you know he’s listening, cock driving into you a little faster now, and he feels himself getting closer. Embarrassing.
“Wanna ride you.” You turn your head slightly, and he almost bursts at the needy tone of your voice. How could he ever say no to that? To you? He’ll happily have words with anyone who’s ever dared to deny you anything.
“Shit. Yeah, alright.” He agrees without giving it a second thought, carefully pulling out with a shaky breath and tapping on your thigh gently. “C’mon, baby, let me see you.” His words come out rushed as he leaves another wet kiss on your shoulder, and when you turn around, he barely has time to look at your face before you instantly pull him in for a heated kiss, tongue invading his mouth, hands cupping his face to prevent him from moving away, and he moans when your leg comes up to wrap around his hip.
He doesn’t waste time; an arm circles your waist, pulling you with him as he rolls over onto his back. You straddle him without breaking the kiss, whining against his mouth when his hands shamelessly grope your ass, pushing you to grind down on him. His low groan sounds almost foreign to him when his cock slides between your wet folds, and he quickly reaches between your bodies to wrap a hand around the base of it.
You raise your hips in understanding, and he rubs the tip up and down, teasing your clit a couple of times, before urging you to sink down on him with the hand resting on your ass. “That’s it, pretty girl.”
You break the kiss, breathing heavily against his lips as you fully drop on him in one go, pussy swallowing his whole length. “Fuck.” You exhale, hands coming up to rest on his chest as you sit up, eyes finally meeting his, and he swears he could just burst inside you right this second. You look like the epitome of sin; on top of him, so pretty and so his, and all he can do is ogle at the sight.
“So unfair.” His voice comes out almost whiny, and he has trouble recognising it, but the whimper you let out and the smug smile overtaking your face as you close your eyes do a great job at distracting him. “Fuck, Y/N.” His eyes roll back when you start moving, dragging your walls up his length before slowly dropping back down, the glide smooth from both your arousals. When you get the hang of it and start moving faster, his hands trail up your sides, eventually enveloping both your breasts, pushing them together, thumbs rubbing against the nipples, and he just admires how perfectly they fit in his palms.
“Hae, oh my god.” You throw your head back, bouncing at a quicker pace now, nails digging in his chest, and his hips involuntarily start thrusting up to meet you halfway.
“Fuck yeah, baby, take it.” He grabs firmly at your waist with both hands, holding you exactly where he wants you, feet planting on the mattress as he starts fucking up into you at a rapid pace, evoking a loud moan from you. The wet slapping of his skin on yours fills the room, and you drop your head forward, looking down at where your centres meet repeatedly, eyebrows furrowed, jaw slack, chest flushed and tits bouncing. Your walls grip him tightly, almost suffocatingly, letting him know you’re on the brink of another high.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You warn between laboured breaths, and he groans when you bring a hand down, fingers circling your clit quickly.
He doesn’t think he’s ever witnessed anything more erotic than this.
“Cum then, I ain’t fucking stopping you.” He says, voice strained as he keeps thrusting hard and fast, and he moans when your pussy starts spasming around him, your voice coming out in a shriek as you start shaking, walls deliciously kneading his hard cock to the point where he can’t take it any longer, and he feels bad for not being able to help you ride out your high for longer as he urgently grabs your ass, forcing you off him so that he doesn’t finish inside you.
You surprise him by crawling down his body and quickly enveloping his tip in your warm mouth, harshly sucking as your hand jerks him off quickly. “Fuck!” He exclaims loudly, inevitably spilling on your tongue, his head rolling back as his orgasm clouds all his senses and your mouth sinks down, your throat taking in as much of him as possible, milking him until he has nothing else to give.
He feels like he can’t breathe, his heart beating uncontrollably fast, and he shudders when you hollow your cheeks, greedily sucking around him one last time before pulling off to catch your breath. He faintly hears you swallow, and he finds it hard to believe you’re actually real and in his bed on a Saturday morning. His head is undoubtedly spinning, but he manages to mentally thank the universe for your existence.
“You okay there?” You ask teasingly as you come to straddle his waist again, the wetness between your legs smearing on his abdomen, and he wonders if it’s weird that he enjoys the sensation.
“Mm-hmm.” He nods, keeping his eyes closed as he regains his breath, and his chest constricts when he feels you lean down, tits rubbing on his chest as you sneak your arms around his neck, hugging him close and burying your face in his neck, your warmth engulfing him. He relishes in the satisfied sigh you let out, instinctively wrapping his arms around your middle, squeezing you as close as possible. “You feel so warm.” He mumbles dreamily in your shoulder and smiles when you start kissing from his neck up to his cheek, moving across to reach his lips, but when the anticipated kiss doesn’t come, he can’t help but open his eyes.
“Hi.” You whisper, rubbing the tip of your nose against his, and he trails a hand up your back until it buries in your hair, fingers smoothing through the strands as he brings your face closer, without kissing you yet.
“Hi, baby.” His tone resembles your low one, and he can’t help but swoon at your giddiness. He’s figured out by now that you like it when he calls you cute little pet names, especially 'baby', so he makes sure to use it as much as he can. “Kiss, please?” He requests playfully, putting on a fake pout, and his heart soars when you giggle before slotting your lips with his. He hums contently into the slow kiss, dipping his tongue in your mouth, feeling a sense of pride when he tastes you but also a hint of himself.
“Hyung, do you want breakf—oh my god!” Jisung’s voice echoes around the quiet room and Haechan quickly breaks the kiss, grabbing the jumbled duvet and hastily covering both your naked bodies, but he knows it’s too late, because the second he pokes his head up to look over your shoulder, the younger boy has got both his hands covering his eyes dramatically.
“Did you never learn how to fucking knock?” Haechan says indifferently but has to hold back a snort when he feels your body shaking from your quiet laughter, face buried in his shoulder, hiding yourself.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were – I didn’t see anything, I swear! Renjun hyung made breakfast, and he said to ask you if—you know what? We’ll save you some.” The younger boy stumbles over his words before quickly turning around and shutting the door behind him in panic. “Hyung! Oh my god, they were fucking in there!” His loud voice is audible, even as he runs downstairs to the kitchen, making you both laugh as Haechan drops his head back on the pillow with a huff, bringing you down with him.
“You could’ve just locked the door, you know.” You speak against his neck, voice muffled with laughter.
“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” He chuckles when you playfully bite down on the skin in warning. “Ah ah! I’m joking, I’m just not used to locking it.” He whines when you suckle on the side of his neck instead, leaving a wet patch behind.
“Oh? You get no bitches or what?” You sit up slightly, smirking down at him, and he decides to play along.
“Nah, I get plenty. I just never lock the door.” He wiggles his eyebrows at you and laughs loudly when you shove your palm in his face, pushing his head into the pillow, and even though he knows it’s playful, he feels the slight warning, and he revels in the thought of you wanting him only to yourself. And he hopes you do, because unbeknownst to you, you’ve already got him wrapped around your little finger.
When you release him, he can see you’re fighting off a grin, tongue poking in your cheek. “Don’t worry, you’re my favourite.” He jokes again, and your jaw drops in feigned offence.
“Did you just indirectly call me a bitch?” You say in disbelief, and he smirks, hands groping your ass again.
“No, of course not.” He coos, leaning up to kiss you on the cheek. “I called you my favourite bitch.” He whispers in your ear and laughs devilishly when your hand shoves him back into the pillow again.
“You got a death wish or something?” Your fingers tightly circle around his throat, pressing just right, and he has to refrain his eyes from rolling back at the dizzying feeling. Your stare is daring, one eyebrow raised, provoking him, and he’s got chills running down his spine.
“I mean, I’ll happily die like this.” His voice comes out a little strained, and you let out a mean laugh. You must think he sounds pathetic, and he’s not even ashamed, because that’s exactly what he feels when it comes to you.
“Fucking freak.” You whisper against his lips in a honey-sweet tone.
“Says the one with her hand around my throat.” He claps back, teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he exhales heavily through his nose.
“Says the one clearly enjoying it.” You grind down on his hardening cock, and that, along with your lips messily crashing into his, shuts him up.
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“Well, look who decided to finally join our lovely function. Squeaky clean as well.” Renjun announces in a cheerful but teasing tone, looking up from his phone when you enter the kitchen, trailing behind Haechan with a bashful smile on your face.
Your hair is still wet, and so is Haechan’s from the shower you both shared earlier; you’re clad in one of his big t-shirts and a pair of joggers that you’ve had to roll at the ankles due to their length. His attire resembles yours, but unlike you, the clothes actually fit him.
“You look awfully comfy.” Jaemin gestures at your attire, his tone playful as always as he chews on a piece of crispy bacon. “Apparently you two pervs traumatised our little Jisungie.” He scolds with a pout, and you spot the tall boy standing in front of the sink, doing the dishes.
You walk over to him, giving him a back hug. “I’m sorry, Jisungie.” You tighten your arms around him, cheek squishing against his jumper, and you realise how tall the younger boy actually is. His shoulders shake slightly as he chuckles quietly.
“It’s fine, I just saw your ass crack. I’m over it.” He says with a dramatic sigh, making you laugh. You poke his sides before dropping your hands from him. “Yah! Get your filthy sex hands off me.” He flinches.
“Was it at least a good looking ass crack?” Jaemin chirps, and Haechan slaps the back of his head. “Ow! That hurt, you wank stain!” He loudly complains, hand rubbing where he got whacked.
“Watch your fucking mouth then.” Haechan says with a fake smile before pouring freshly made coffee into two mugs and adding milk and sugar in one of them, which he hands you silently. You accept it with an appreciative smile, and your insides feel all tangled at the thoughtful gesture. He didn’t even ask how you like it, probably remembering the messages you exchanged before your first date.
“Y/N, please ignore this cretin and help yourself to breakfast.” Renjun butts in, offering you a sweet smile. “I made pancakes, but there’s milk and cereal if you prefer that – oh, we have bread too, and eggs! I could make you an omelette or—”
“Oh my god, please breathe.” You interrupt him, mimicking his wide eyes, hands raising in defence. “Anything you’ve made, I’ll happily eat.” You laugh at his funny expression.
“Sorry.” He responds with a shy smile. “We never have guests.”
“Renjun is a people pleaser, if you couldn’t tell.” Jaemin says sarcastically.
“And Jaemin is a nuisance, if you couldn’t tell.” Renjun claps back, throwing daggers at the other boy, making Haechan snort.
“Why is everyone mean to me when I’m hungover?” Jaemin throws his head back dramatically, letting out a pretend cry.
“Oh yeah, how was last night?” You ask as you take a seat at the table opposite him and Renjun.
“Eh, same as always. I didn’t throw up though.” He responds, and you snort at his proud smile.
“What an achievement.” Haechan says sarcastically as he takes a seat right next to you, the hand not holding his coffee absentmindedly dropping on your inner thigh, thumb stroking just above your knee, and you can’t help but lean closer to him, seeking his comforting warmth. “Where’s Jeno, by the way?” He asks with a smirk against his mug, and you hold back a smile of your own, knowing he’s fishing for information, neither of you having heard from Jeno or Ningning.
“Ning got too drunk, so he took her home. Probably stayed over at yours.” Renjun gestures at you with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
“Got too drunk, my ass. They’re definitely sucking each other’s toes as we speak.” Jaemin speaks up, and both you and Haechan laugh at the boy’s pained expression.
“Have you ever considered you might be nympho?” Jisung asks Jaemin, voice laced with genuine curiosity, and everyone’s eyes land on Jaemin, who looks slightly offended but nonetheless, too tired to react.
“I’m sick of y'all. Going back to bed.” Jaemin grumbles childishly before getting up and stomping upstairs. You don’t fail to notice he’s wearing a fluffy dressing gown as well as a pair of ridiculously long socks with pizza slices on them.
When you turn your attention to Haechan, you’re met with his adorable eyes, already looking at you. “Pancakes?” He asks, already sounding more energetic, and you assume the caffeine has started to kick in.
"Yes, please." You nod eagerly, your stomach already rumbling at the thought of food that someone else has made for you.
Eventually, Renjun and Jisung both quietly move to the living room, allowing you and Haechan to have the kitchen to yourselves as you have breakfast together, which ends up in you throwing blueberries at him and him trying to catch them with his mouth while miserably failing.
You find yourself hoping that these kinds of mornings become a reoccurrence. That way he’ll get better at catching blueberries with his mouth, and you’ll get more time with him.
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“How does one know if they’re infertile?” Jeno asks out of the blue, and for a second, you’re not entirely sure if you heard him correctly. It could be the loud music playing in the frat house or maybe the alcohol in your bloodstream.
“What are you even on about?” Haechan speaks from behind you, his voice louder than normal, indicating his own tipsiness. And even though his words are slightly slurred, his arm remains firm around your shoulders, hugging you into him from behind as he’s perched up on the kitchen counter and you’re standing between his spread legs. His chest feels warm against your back and his hold secure and grounding, exactly what you need. You involuntarily lean into him, head tipping back to rest on his shoulder, and his hold on you tightens even more.
“Are you and Ning already trying for a baby?” Chenle asks with a snort, and Jeno rolls his eyes at him.
“I was watching this documentary, and apparently seven per cent of men are affected by infertility globally. That’s, like, kinda high, right?” Jeno looks between you, Haechan and Mark, completely ignoring Chenle’s attempt at a joke, and you pout playfully at your best friend as he sulks. His rosy cheeks make him look younger and even more adorable, if that’s even possible.
“You’re the stats tutor, you tell us.” Mark shrugs, pointing his drink at Jeno.
“I tutor one person, and she’s not even improved a tiny bit.” Jeno retorts with a huff of annoyance.
“You’re tutoring a girl?” Chenle asks in disbelief, eyes wide.
“Yeah, we do exist.” You butt in, and Haechan snorts at your sarcasm.
“I’m just saying, it's kinda hot, no?” Chenle’s attention is on Jeno again, who just shrugs indifferently.
“Nah, she’s not really my type.” Jeno pauses in thought, taking a sip of his drink. “She’s a cool girl. Just more of a bud than anything.”
“What is your type?” You suddenly ask, surprising the boy standing opposite you, your eyes narrowing as you observe him, and you get the urge to psychoanalyse him, because there’s definitely more to him than he lets on.
“Ooh, that’s a good question.” Haechan chirps behind you, sounding amused, and you assume he already knows the answer. Even with your back turned, you can tell he’s got a smug grin on his pretty face, and you feel flustered at the imagery your brain creates. You rest a hand on his knee, lightly squeezing, and you feel his breath fanning against your shoulder as he leans down, leaving a quick kiss on your exposed skin, making you shiver. You try your best to ignore the heat in your stomach as you force your focus back on Jeno.
“Um,” Jeno ponders, and all you can think about is Haechan’s stupid thumb, stroking gently against your shoulder, and the comforting weight of his arm on your collarbones as he sighs heavily behind you. The hot puff of air tickles your neck, and your head instinctively tilts to the side, allowing him space to nuzzle in, which he doesn’t. Instead, he breathes heavily again, causing your eyes to fight the urge to close. “I have to be attracted to them, obviously, but I don’t think I have a type appearance-wise.” Jeno explains, and you feel your nails digging into Haechan’s jean-clad thigh, silently warning him that you know what he’s up to.
“So, what do they have to be like?” You ask again, desperately seeking a distraction at this point.
“Definitely confident.” He says it without even thinking, and you nod for him to continue. “I guess someone active? Not necessarily sporty, I’d just like to have someone I can go to the gym with, other than Jaemin.” He says with a small laugh, but you can detect the seriousness in his voice. “Just someone I can comfortably talk to and be bored with, you know?” He shrugs casually, looking down at his drink, and you smile at his admission.
“Yeah, I get that.” You nod.
“So, essentially, a best friend you’d wanna fuck.” Haechan states. Simple but valid.
“Sounds fucking dreamy.” Mark says with a sigh, and you chuckle.
“Yeah, well, how about you find that person first, and you can worry about fertility issues and what not after?” You suggest with a raise of your eyebrows, and Jeno snorts.
“Not gonna lie, you don’t give infertile vibes.” Chenle comments nonchalantly.
“I never said I’m fucking infertile; I was just making conversation.” Jeno huffs exasperatedly, and you can tell he’s starting to regret ever bringing up that godforsaken subject.
“You could always get tested if you’re worried.” Haechan says, trying to maintain a serious tone but failing when Jeno gives him a pointed look.
“I’m not fucking worried! I was just wondering if you guys think about these things. Imagine you two decide to have kids in the future and you find out you’ve got fucking slow little swimmers.” He points at you and Haechan, and you almost choke on your spit as the boy behind you lets out a laugh that’s too casual.
“I mean, I’m sure we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Haechan calmly says, and you wonder if you’re currently being pranked.
“Okay, can we back up for a second?” You manage to speak up in the midst of chaos.
“Don’t freak out. It was just hypothetical.” Jeno dismisses you with a wave of his hand.
“I’m not freaking out, I’m just—”
“Yeah, you are.” Haechan laughs as he wraps his other arm around you too, nose nuzzling up against your jaw. “Awh, you don’t want to be the mother of my children?” He teases, and you can hear the smirk in his voice.
“I meannnn,” You completely lean into him. “I do want a kid by the time I’m twenty-six.” You instantly feel him tense. Two can play at this game Lee Haechan.
“Twenty-six?!” Mark shouts in disbelief.
“Yeah, I wanna be a young mum.” You say, putting on a cheerful tone, but you can tell Jeno sees right through your deception as he smiles with a shake of his head.
“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not.” Haechan speaks quietly by your ear, his tone serious now, and you try not to burst out laughing.
“Who’s freaking out now?” You mock as you turn your head to finally look at his face, and you catch the roll of his eyes; his tongue clicks.
“You play too much.” His voice holds a warning, and you feel the dizziness creeping on you. Some due to the alcohol you’ve consumed, but most of it because of him and his intoxicating cologne.
“Awh, you don’t want to be the father of my children?” You mimic his question from before as you turn around in his arms, the insides of his knees rubbing against your sides, radiating heat. His eyes are glazed but they find yours with ease, and you recognise the look; he’s drunk and turned on. You catch his gaze dropping down when you lick your lips, never subtle, and the moment brings you back to the party where it all started. The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, the way he kissed you. ‘I never intended to be subtle with you.’ He’d said it like it was a fact. And maybe it was. Maybe it still is. You hope it is.
You could say things have changed since then. It’s only been a month, but whatever you two have, certainly feels a lot more intense and a lot more present. And even though some things may have changed, there’s one that remains the same. The way he looks at you. Not a single doubt behind those eyes.
“Why do they look like they’re about to make a baby right now?” Chenle asks worriedly, breaking the trance you’ve found yourself trapped in. You assume he’s referring to you and the pretty boy you can’t seem to take your eyes off, and you don’t get the chance to anyway, because Haechan cups your face with both hands as you crane your neck to look up at him, and before you can worry about the three boys that are still in the room with you, he leans down, capturing your lips with his. You expect a peck, but when he presses harder, dragging his lips across yours, you realise that you got it all wrong and you can’t even complain. “Yeah, no, I’m outta here.” Chenle says quickly, and you hear giggles, shuffling and footsteps as the three boys remove themselves from the uncomfortable situation you and Haechan have put them in.
You can’t stop the laugh escaping your lungs as Haechan continues to kiss you, and you feel his smile against your lips, teeth slightly clashing as you wrap your arms around his waist, not having a care in the world about who might be looking. You attempt to speak as he stubbornly keeps kissing you. “Mm—I think—” Kiss. “You mmf—” Kiss. “Might have—” Kiss. “An impregnation kink.” Pause. His eyes find yours again as they slightly widen at your words, processing.
“Really?” He admits, breathing laboured, conflict written all over his face. “I haven’t really thought about it before.”
“Hae, I’m joking.” You can’t contain your laugh, head leaning forward, forehead resting against his chin, and he doesn’t miss the chance to leave a kiss near your hairline. “Unless you get turned on by the thought of getting me pregnant, I think you’re fine.”
“I mean, I don’t know.” He pauses in thought. “I got pretty turned on when you said you wanted me to be your baby daddy.” He whispers.
“First off, I didn’t say that.” You scold, leaning back to look at him, but still maintaining the closeness. “Second, I think you just got excited at the thought of busting a nut inside me.” You match his low tone so that people entering and leaving the kitchen won’t hear. You laugh when he drops his head forward, hiding his face in your neck with a dramatic groan.
“You can’t just say things like that.” He complains as his arms circle your waist and yours wrap around his shoulders, fingers stroking his hair in comfort.
“Sorry, pretty boy, you’re just so predictable.” You whisper in his ear, and you feel him whimper against your neck. “By the way,” Your voice is a little louder now.
“Hmm?” He doesn’t raise his head, but you know he’s listening, so you continue threading your fingers through his hair.
“Bold of you to kiss me in front of our friends like that.” You say it as if he’s done something scandalous, and he snorts, shoulders shaking a little as he laughs quietly in your neck, the hot puffs of air feeling nice against your skin. He’s awfully giggly when he’s drunk.
“I just wanted to get rid of them.” He casually admits. “Missed you.” He whispers against your sensitive skin, causing goosebumps to rise and your pulse to quicken.
“You saw me on Thursday.” You smirk, playing stupid. “That’s only two days.”
“Not what I mean.” He exhales deeply before leaving a wet smooch on your pulse point, lips trailing up and along your jaw until they reach yours. “Would it be incredibly inappropriate if I asked you to come upstairs with me?” He asks hesitantly, eyes searching yours for any signs of disapproval.
“You wanna fuck right now?” Your eyebrows raise in surprise.
“Yes.” His nod comes quick; big eyes resemble a child’s on Christmas morning.
“That bad?” You tease, hands trailing down his chest slowly.
“Like, so fucking bad.” His heart is thudding against your palm, and you can’t help the pride that looms in your chest for being the reason he’s so desperate.
“Where?”
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The hard surface of the bathroom door feels cold against your back as Haechan shoves his tongue in your mouth, hand wrapped around your neck, making you forget how to breathe. Both your movements are messy, hasty and desperate as he guides your body over to the sink. You stumble backwards as you clumsily unbuckle his belt, causing him to moan against your lips when you harshly shove his jeans down enough to reveal the bulge in his boxers, button and zipper already undone. You palm him through the cotton, wasting no time as you eagerly suck on his tongue, tasting the peach-flavoured punch he was drinking earlier.
You drop to your knees without a warning, the harsh tiles cold on your skin, but the dizzy look in his eyes worth it. You maintain eye contact as you drag both his underwear and jeans down. Hands harsh and impatient, making him grunt as his cock springs free. Tip matching the deep pink of his spit-kissed lips; your shiny lip-gloss smeared all over them.
He’s fully hard, pretty vein running down the underside deliciously, making your mouth water. You shuffle closer, taking hold of his base as you lick your lips wet, length throbbing in your hand. He whimpers when you give him the first pump, few drops of precum smearing, but not enough to lubricate the whole length. You eagerly suck on the bulbous head, tongue swirling a couple times, before dropping out flat, licking from base to top slowly.
“Wanna fuck my mouth?” You ask casually before dribbling some saliva in your hand and starting to pump him with your lubricated fist languidly. Your eyes find his when no answer comes and you smirk when you see how fucked out he already looks. Poor baby.
Your other hand reaches around, squeezing his ass, nails digging into the muscle to bring him out of the trance he seems to be in and he hisses. Maybe in pain, maybe in pleasure. Maybe both.
“You sure?” He finally answers, hands reaching to thread your hair out of your face, settling to hold onto the back of your head. You give him a single nod, tongue dropping out expectantly. A silent request for him to use you as he pleases. What’s taken over you? You can’t recall the last time you felt this thirsty for cock. You try to convince yourself that it must be the alcohol in your veins, but not-so-deep down, you know it’s just the Haechan effect and your deep need to please him.
He keeps one hand buried in your messy strands, fingers clutching tight, scalp stinging in the best possible way. He guides the thick length into your hot cavern with his other hand, slapping it on your pink muscle a few times with trembling breaths, eyes never leaving yours.
You tense the tip of your tongue, flicking up and down, stimulating his frenulum and his jaw dropping along with his eyebrows tensing is the best of rewards. You suck around the tip, harshly this time, humming as you taste the beads of salty precum he’s releasing and when he pushes deeper you allow your eyes to close, enjoying the weight of him on your tongue. You hollow your cheeks when he drags your head back, controlling you with the vice-like grip he’s got on your hair.
His pace is too slow for your liking, too careful, so you take matters into your own hands, by grabbing onto both his butt cheeks and urging him to thrust forward, reassuring him with a muffled hum.
“Jesus, okay.” He gives in exasperatedly and you moan when he abruptly starts fucking into your mouth much quicker than before. His hand leaves his base, coming to join the other one in your hair, his hold possessive but comforting at the same time, making you feel dizzy in the best possible way.
You do your best to relax your throat when he starts pushing deeper, testing the waters first, not wanting to choke you. You assume he loses his patience when you let out another moan, indicating how turned on you are. His motions increase, tip abusing your uvula, activating your gag reflex.
You sense his panic when he tries to pull you away, but your hold on his ass prevents him from doing so. You sink further down, relaxing the back of your throat successfully this time, forcing a strangled moan from him.
“Fucking hell, baby.” He lets out through gritted teeth as he holds you there for a few seconds, grinding, forcing your throat open, his pelvis almost touching your nose as you try to breathe through it and your gag reflex acts up again when you accidentally swallow around him, causing your throat to release a lewd gagging sound. “You’re insane.” He whispers in awe, breathing shallowly as he forces you to resurface, dragging your mouth off his length, allowing you to take a deep breath.
Your eyes flutter open, and you fear your slick might start dripping through your panties at the filthy sight. His cock covered in your spit, a thick string of it connecting your mouth with the angry tip. You lick your lips, unintentionally breaking the connection, saliva landing messily on your chin.
Before you have time to look up at his face, he’s shoving his cock in your mouth again, surprising you. “You asked for it, no?” He pants, forcing his length deep enough to make you choke again, but you withstand. “Hands behind your back.” The instruction sending tingles down your spine, making your clit throb with need.
You force yourself to look up at him, not wanting to miss the pleased expression on his beautiful face when you obey like the good girl you are for him, fully giving him the upper hand. His thrusts start to quicken and when your throat gets used to the feeling, you sigh through your nose, eyes closing again. You feel drool dripping down the sides of your mouth, some of it landing on your tits while some ends up on your thighs as your fingers itch to relieve the ache between them. You force yourself to hold back, fists clenching on your lower back as he moulds your throat into the shape of his pretty cock, claiming it his.
“Shit!” He abruptly forces his cock out, fist wrapping around the base tightly to prevent himself from releasing and you can’t help but let out a disappointed whine as you catch your breath.
“Just cum in my mouth.” You plead in utter haze, sore knees trying to shuffle closer, but his fingers pulling harshly on your hair hold you in place.
“Ah-ah.” He shushes you, chuckling at your frown. “On your feet, pretty girl.” He forces you up by your nape and the second you’re facing him, his mouth is on yours, tongue inserting itself in, similarly to the way his dick did a few moments ago. “God, you really enjoy torturing me, don't you?” He speaks into the kiss, all muffled and breathless, moaning when you provocatively lick into his mouth, allowing him to taste himself.
“No.” Your hands tangle in his hair, scratching his scalp as you suck on his bottom lip, pulling slightly before letting it snap back into place with a satisfied smile. “Just wanna make you feel good.” You dive in again, craving his tongue on yours, one hand trailing down his chest, but before you can get closer to where you really want to, he grabs you by the hips, manhandling you.
“Fuck, turn around.” He instructs breathlessly, and you oblige without a question, gasping when you take in both of your reflections in front of you. You look wrecked, cheeks tear stained, mascara all messy under your eyes, lips beyond swollen, lip-gloss and spit smeared on both your chins. “You look so good like this.” His eyes find yours in the mirror as his hands roughly bunch up your tight dress, lace panties coming into view, but not for long as he wastes no time shoving them down, the drenched fabric pooling around your ankles. His cock rubs against your lower back, dripping precum and spit, the sensation weirdly soothing on your skin. “All pretty and fucked out for me.” He wetly kisses on your cheek, cooing when you let out a needy whine, hips attempting to grind back on him.
His arms wrap around you, one hand disappearing between your legs, fingers finding your clit, rubbing harsh circles around it, and you swear the filthy image of him pleasuring you will always be engraved in your brain. “Just fuck me.” You breathe out, voice barely audible. He looks starved, expression more serious than ever as his gaze travels down your reflection, taking in your disheveled appearance.
He removes his hand from between your legs, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion when he brings it close to your face, just below your chin. “Spit, baby.” The crude words sound so erotic coming out of his mouth, urging you to do exactly as he says. You make sure to gather enough saliva in your mouth before letting it dribble on his palm. “Good girl.” He says, and you turn your head to look over your shoulder as he lathers himself with the very same hand. You’re pretty sure the extra spit isn’t even needed; the request just a twisted way of him messing with your head.
Without a second thought, you bend over, ass on full display, and he moans at the sight of you offering yourself to him like that. Willing as ever. You don’t even care how desperate you look or that he was the one who initiated this. Now you’re the needy one and what you need is his cock splitting you open before you go completely mental.
You wiggle your ass with a pathetic whine, wordlessly pleading him to fuck you, and you think you’ve succeeded when his hands knead the two globes, spreading them apart. You feel obscenely aroused as well as vulnerable, imagining the view he’s got right now; both holes on full display for his greedy eyes. His lips find your upper back, where your dress fails to cover, soothing kisses scattered along your spine and suddenly you feel wetness landing between your ass cheeks, his thumb coming to circle the tight ring of muscles gently. The foreign sensation along with the thought of him having just drenched the intimate area in his saliva breaks a loud moan out of your throat. What the fuck is happening?
“Does that feel good?” His breath hits your shoulder, and you know his face is close. You let out a muffled mewl, his thumb still stroking slowly and your lack of response urges him to apply a little more pressure. “Hm? Use your words, babe.” Smug bastard.
“Feels kinda weird, but good too.” You choke out against the shiny marble surface.
“Never thought I’d wanna eat ass until tonight, not gonna lie.” He jokes light-heartedly, but the words hold sincerity. He almost sounds baffled at his own desire. “It’ll have to wait, though.” He retracts his digit from the intimate area, and you sigh. Whether it’s relief or disappointment you feel, you’re not sure. Curiosity and arousal are definite though. “Kinda need to fuck your brains out, like, right now.”
“Fucking do it then, you’re pissing me off now.” You let out a surprised yelp when he unexpectedly lands a harsh slap on one of your cheeks. “Haechan!”
“Careful.” He warns. An edge to his voice you’ve never heard before causes your walls to pulse around nothing, the emptiness an outright torture now. “I could just leave you hanging here, you know, pussy dripping and all.” Another slap emits a loud cry from you and you can’t help but worry that people can hear. “Fucking brat.” A smack lands on the other side this time and that along with your pathetic mewl echoes around the small bathroom.
“Fuck. That's so hot.” Your eyes close, dumb smile taking over your face and he can’t help but let out a low laugh at your delirious state, failing to keep up the role play. You exhale in relief when his palms soothe the stinging spots he just assaulted. “Please, Hae, feels so empty.” You wiggle your behind again, tempting him as best as you can. “I’ll be so good.” You promise seductively, hoping it works, and when you lazily look back, you know it has. His eyes wilder than ever, bottom lip trapped, utterly pussy drunk. “Please, please fuck me.” You put on the best puppy eyes you can muster and on any other occasion you’d feel like an absolute idiot, but you have enough alcohol in your system to give you the confidence you need.
“Fuck, baby.” Sweet victory. “I’ll make you cum so good, I promise.” What a fucking loser.
You know he’s completely lost the battle when his clammy hand finds your hip, grounding you and holding you still, thumb soothing your skin, soft as ever.
“Spread your legs a little for me.” You follow on instinct, and you gasp when the tip of his cock finally makes contact with your slit, rubbing up and down torturously, teasing your swollen bud before coming back up to your entrance. He presses a hand between your shoulder blades, pushing you further down, your cheek squishing against the cool marble, back arching to help him slide in with ease, and he does just that, making both of you moan in unison.
“Oh my god.” You exhale shakily, relief washing over you.
“I know, baby.” He whispers, previously harsh tone replaced by a pathetically soft one. The hand gently stroking down your spine helps you relax around him, easing the stinging sensation. His other hand takes firm hold of your waist as he bottoms out faster than he ever has before, with a trembling breath. “Good?”
“Yeah, you can move.” Your words come out muffled against the harsh surface, but they register.
He doesn’t take it slow like he usually does, and your loud moan reverberates around the bathroom tiles when he starts snapping his hips against yours at a brutal pace, relentlessly and exactly how you need him to.
“Fuck, I swear I fucking love your pussy.” He says between ragged breaths, and you can only smile proudly, even though he can’t see your face. “So—” Thrust. “Fucking-” Another thrust. “Perfect.” He trusts again, the wet slaps almost deafening to your ears. Your eyes roll back when his balls start kissing your clit just perfectly. “M’fucking obsessed.”
“Hae, please don’t stop, that feels so good.” Your voice is harsh with need, and he grunts, hand tightening around your waist as he keeps fucking you like he’s made for it. “Oh my god, y-yes, just like that.” You babble as your hands tighten around the edge of the sink, nails scratching the smooth surface, and you hear Haechan groan when your walls squeeze around him. His thrusts are so brutal that you feel the tip of his thick cock hitting your cervix, and even though, with previous partners, that had always felt painful, now, combined with the violent slapping against your swollen bundle of nerves, it feels sensational. “I’m—oh fuck, baby—yes yes yes, I’m gonna cum.” You barely register the jumbled words spilling out of your mouth in your crazed state.
You’re certain you’ve never been this vocal before, but with Haechan, it’s always impossible to hold back, and you wonder if that's owed to the fact that he makes you feel safer than anyone ever has in the past. Never has he made you feel self-conscious, or like you’re too much. On the contrary, he never fails to make you feel appreciated and seen. You always feel good with him. Because he’s good. To you and for you.
“Yes, baby, fucking give it to me.” He moans as his hips maintain the same rhythm, but you can tell he’s close by the trembling of his fingers on your ribs. “Wanna feel that pretty pussy squeeze me.” His elevated dirty talk tells you he’s completely lost in pleasure; the alcohol certainly helping.
Your body goes completely slack when his thumb returns to the puckered hole between your ass cheeks, rubbing in the same manner as before, the unexpected stimulation forcing the much-needed orgasm out of you. Your knees almost buckle as your slick walls spasm around him, sucking him inside, and even though you know he’s holding back, you’re thankful he keeps fucking you through the high, maximising your high for as long as he can, prioritising your pleasure once again. You mentally make a note to wake him up with the best head of his life tomorrow morning.
He suddenly grabs the back of your hair, bringing you up so his lips are next to your ear, spine arched, weak hand bracing on the sink and you can see through your blurry vision that you look almost unrecognisable. Nothing more than a mess.
His mess.
“You always fuck me so good.” You blabber hazily, eyes unfocused, mouth hanging open, taking in shallow breaths.
“Yeah?” He whispers in your ear. “You like it when I fuck you stupid?” He looks so hot like this, breathing harshly into your neck, composure left behind. “Like it when I treat you like my little slut, hm?” His hold tightens around your hair and even though you never thought such crude vocabulary would do it for you, for some reason, in that very moment, you love the way his filthy words sound in his scratchy voice. They certainly match the way he’s drilling into your dripping hole. Dirty and animalistic. Unfiltered.
You nod dreamily, spent pussy still clenching uncontrollably, clit hypersensitive to the point you feel like sobbing, arousal and sweat coating your inner thighs. “Yes, baby, I love it.” You admit weakly, craning your neck, searching for his lips, which he instantly gives you. The kiss is open-mouthed, sloppy, wet, and so needed. His grunts vibrate against your mouth. “Fuckin’ ruin me.” You mumble, eyes rolling back at the overstimulation as he lets out a pornographic moan the second the obscene words leave your mouth.
“Shit, Y/N, you’re gonna make me cum.” He mumbles drunkenly against your chin, practically slobbering, his thrusts becoming messy and uncoordinated, pumping into you a few more times before pulling out, leaving you empty. “Wish I could fill you up. Fuck.” In that moment you curse the day you decided to stop taking the stupid pill, but it was either that or going mentally insane due to the wild hormones in your body. You just want to feel his cum in you. Just once. Is a god forsaken cream pie without the threat of a baby so much to ask for? Apparently so.
You bend over again, presenting your ass to him, and his trembling breaths tell you he’s finishing himself off with his fist. A few seconds later you feel the hot spurts of his release coating your backside, and you’re pretty sure some of it lands on your dress, but you don’t mind at all, not when he sounds as pretty and wrecked as he does.
Your breaths are laboured, pants audible in the silence, and you can’t seem to find the strength to lift your body upright. Your forehead drops against the marble, enjoying the contrast between the cold surface and your hot skin as Haechan’s shaky hands clumsily stroke your sides, offering you comfort. One hand travels down to your naked hip, lightly squeezing the flesh, the small gesture so affectionate that your heart jumps in your chest. You can’t stop your own hand from moving up, sweaty palm enveloping the back of his, fingers slotting together for a few moments before you feel him move. You instantly crane your neck to look back at him in panic, already missing his warmth.
“One sec, just gonna clean you up.” He explains with a sweet smile, fingers squeezing yours before letting go to grab some toilet tissue. “Stay still for me.” He says in the gentlest tone, and you feel him start wiping where his release landed on your skin. “Shit, I got some on your dress, sorry.” He says hesitantly, and you swear he sounds shy. “I promise it’s barely even there.” His words come out rushed, making you chuckle even as you’re bent over and he’s wiping his cum off you, the situation slightly comical but also sweet in your head.
“It’s fine, I don’t care.” You reassure as you wait patiently for him to finish cleaning you up.
“All done.” He says quietly, tapping on your ass cheek after disposing of the tissue, and when you manage to stand upright, you’re met with your reflection once again. 'Fucked out' is an understatement. You look ruined. Your mascara is even messier, eyes wild, lips deep pink and swollen, hair tangled, and a satisfied smile takes over your face when you notice the sweat dripping down his temple.
Your eyes meet in the mirror, and he instantly grins devilishly. “You’re glowing, baby.” He murmurs as his fingers come up to your shoulder, pushing your hair out of the way first, then the thin strap of your dress, letting it drop loosely around your arm as he leans down to leave a soft kiss exactly where the flimsy fabric has left a temporary dent on your skin.
Your head leans back, resting on him as he trails wet kisses from your shoulder to the side of your neck, starting to suckle on a spot where you’re sure he can feel your pulse. One arm wraps around your middle, fingers resting just above your pelvis, and you're reminded of your naked bottom half, your underwear still pooling at your feet, dress bunched up just above your ass. His other hand slowly drags the top of your dress down to reveal one of your breasts, which he instantly cups in his warm palm, kneading softly as your nipple hardens, and your core feels tingly again, your clit throbbing as he gropes you shamelessly in front of the mirror.
“Wanna eat you out.” He mumbles against your wet skin, and you start panting when the hand above your core starts sliding down slowly, inching closer to where you need him. You’ve had enough of this crammed bathroom though; you want him naked, in your bed, on top of you, under you, behind you, in any possible way and position, and so you turn around to face him.
“Let’s go back to mine. You can do anything you want to me. In my bed.” You sound like you’re begging, and you’re really not far from doing so, seeing how your tone seems to ignite something in him. His eyes look unfocused, his mouth is open, his chest is moving up and down slowly as your hands come to rest on it, almost like he’s forgotten how to breathe.
A yelp escapes you when he crashes his mouth against yours. His hands cup your face, angling you so he can slip his tongue past your lips, and you reciprocate with a moan, opening your mouth wide to take what he’s giving you, tongues gliding against each other, filthily but so passionately, knocking every single thought out of your head.
Your fingers tighten around the front of his shirt, wrinkling the fabric as you start moving backwards, dragging him with you, and he easily obliges. His hands trail down your body until they reach your ass, squeezing the flesh greedily before continuing down to the backs of your thighs, hoisting you up on the counter next to the sink he had you bent over just minutes ago.
“Fuck, I just—” He speaks into the messy kiss, panting harder than before.
“You just what?” You whisper, bringing your ass to the edge of the counter, legs wrapping around him, ankles crossing just above his ass, and you feel his cock, hard again, on your stomach, smudging precum against your skin.
“Want you.” He admits, voice trembling as he leans back slightly, finding your eyes. His hands come up to rest on each side of your neck, thumbs stroking against your jaw gently, the warmth of his palms comforting on your skin, and your heart skips a beat at the way he’s looking at you. “I want you so bad. All the fucking time.” His forehead rests on yours, and you close your eyes, struggling to handle his intense gaze.
“I want you too, Hae.” You quietly return the confession, nose rubbing against his as you speak. “So bad.” Your hands don’t move from his chest, wanting to feel his grounding heartbeat, reminding you that it’s beating as fast as yours. “All the time.”
“Yeah?” He exhales against your lips, and you quickly nod in affirmation, eyes fluttering open to take him in. He’s got his own eyes closed now, bottom lip trapped between his teeth. “Do you think about me a lot?” He asks shyly, and you feel yourself melting at his neediness. He’s so beautiful like this.
“Constantly.” You admit before leaning in to leave a quick kiss on the corner of his lips, and his eyes flutter open again. “It’s sickening.” You smile against his chin, and he kisses the tip of your nose sweetly.
“I don’t think you understand how bad I’ve got it for you, Y/N.” In contrast to yours, his breathing is slower now, eyes warm and sure, still visibly intoxicated, but certain. You feel weak.
“I’m pretty sure I do.” You put your best efforts into sounding sober and as calm as he does. “I’m so—”
“Some of us need to use the fucking bathroom!”
Your confession gets interrupted by a loud bang on the door and a girl’s obnoxiously loud voice. “Seriously, people just don’t fuck in their own beds anymore.” She complains, sounding furious, and you hear someone’s laugh behind the door, assuming she’s with a friend.
You close your eyes, dropping your forehead against Haechan’s chest with an annoyed exhale, and he tightly wraps both arms around your shoulders, rocking you from side to side. “C’mon, I’ll get us an Uber back to yours.”
“Fucking hurry up!” The girl shouts again with another loud bang, startling you, and Haechan clicks his tongue in frustration.
“One minute!” He shouts back, and you let out a laugh at his angry tone.
He leans down to collect your neglected underwear off the floor as you climb off the counter. You both hastily sort yourselves out, and you make sure to wipe the excess mascara below your eyes as he buckles his belt back into place.
“I still look like I just got railed.” You say with a whine, and he helps you smooth your hair down with a chuckle.
“I mean, you kind of did. Might as well embrace it.” He smirks, and you gently whack a hand on his chest. The smile on your face betrays you, and he leans in to give you a quick peck.
“Can you turn around? I need to pee before we go.” You say with a shy smile, and he snorts, rolling his eyes.
“I could literally draw your vag outline on paper, Y/N. I don’t think you need to worry about—”
“Just do it.” You grab his shoulders, forcefully turning him around so he’s facing the opposite direction. He groans but obliges, nevertheless.
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The second you open the door to step outside with Haechan trailing closely behind you, you’re met with two girls you don’t recognise, and one of them is sporting the most intense frown you’ve ever seen. The scowl on her face indicates disgust as she lays eyes upon you and the boy behind you.
“Sorry, all yours.” You say in a calm tone. Not shy, but not rude either. You understand the reason behind her frustration, but at the same time you don’t owe her anything, and at the end of the day it’s a frat party you’re at. What did she expect?
“Of course, it’s you.” She says with a scoff, voice sour.
“Excuse me?” You furrow your eyebrows, partly confused but partly annoyed at her rude tone. Who the fuck does she think she is?
“Not you; I’m talking to lover boy behind you.” She gestures at Haechan, who tightens his hold around your hand. Lover boy?
“Hi, Lia.” He stands next to you, hand still adamantly holding yours, and you feel like you’re in the middle of something you don’t belong in. “Great to see you as always.” He says sarcastically, and her smile is everything but genuine.
“Great to see your habits haven’t changed.” She crosses her arms over her chest as she inspects both of you from head to toe. “Now can you please get out of my way? Preferably before my bladder bursts.” She walks past you, bumping her shoulder against yours purposefully, and before you can snarl anything rude at her, she slams the door loudly.
“Sorry,” Her friend apologises hesitantly. “Must be the moon cycle.” Her attempt at a joke miserably fails. What the fuck does that even mean?
“You should consider putting her on a fucking leash then.” You say angrily, and Haechan reacts quickly, dragging you downstairs with him.
It’s not difficult to guess that there’s some kind of history between him and the angry girl, but you don’t ask yet. Not here. Not when you’re surrounded by a horde of drunk students and the music is as loud as it can get.
When you step downstairs, you spot Ningning dancing with Chenle. Jeno and Jaemin are laughing at something Renjun is explaining with exaggerated hand gestures.
“Y/N! Yay, I missed you.” Ningning slurs, and you smile at her drunken neediness.
“Hey, pretty girl.” You open your arms for her to slot in, and she quickly wraps hers around your middle. “I think me and Hae are heading now; will you be okay with the boys?”
“Awh, he’s stealing you away from me again!” She complains drunkenly against your shoulder, making you chuckle. You know she’s not really annoyed. “Are you going back to ours?”
“Yeah, is that okay?” You check, even though you know she won’t mind. Your best friend seems to be getting along with Haechan just fine so far, which is a relief considering she can sometimes be tough to impress. Haechan's charm has been nothing but successful at breaking most of her walls down.
“Yeah, I might stay at Chenle’s tonight anyway. He’s getting me fried chicken.” She mumbles, and you look at your other best friend, waiting for confirmation that he’s aware of Ningning’s words. He nods silently, giving you a thumbs up, and you smile, knowing she’s in safe hands. Your eyes drift over to Haechan, who is currently talking to his three housemates, and by the expressions they all carry, you know he’s told them about the incident that took place upstairs. Jeno’s eyes find yours, and he gives you a tight-lipped smile, indicating he’s potentially aware of something you’re not.
Haechan follows Jeno’s vision line, and the second he sees you embracing Ningning, his conflicted expression softens. He gestures his head to the door, silently asking if you’re ready to go, and you give him a quick nod as you gently stroke Ningning’s soft hair.
_
When you’re both safely in the backseat of your Uber, Haechan experiences his first awkward silence with you. As much as he knows you’re not mad at him from the way you still lean into him, head comfortably resting on his shoulder, hand in his, he still has this feeling that he’s treading on thin ice with you right now. And even though you haven’t really said anything, your silence says a lot more than your words would.
You haven’t asked him about the incident with Lia, but he can tell you’re sceptical, and he knows he owes you an explanation, whether you ask for it or not.
“We can talk about it, you know.” He says, wanting to make known that he doesn’t like the deafening silence. He’d rather hear your thoughts than have to guess them. He’d rather hear your sweet voice, even if it’s to discuss something unpleasant.
“I know.” You say calmly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “We will.” Your tone is more serious than ever, and he can feel his pulse quicken.
He’s not scared of you; he’s only scared of fucking things up. What he has with you is good for him; you’re good for him. And he would hate to ruin something that makes him feel happy and safe. So, he’s established within himself that he will answer any questions you might have as truthfully as possible. He wants to be honest with you, and he wants to offer you as much reassurance as he can, even though he knows you don’t need it.
“Okay.” He tries to sound grounded and not like his heart is beating a thousand miles per hour.
“Do you want to take a bath when we get back?” Your unexpected question takes him aback.
“Um, yes?” His answer resembles a question, and your light chuckle confuses him even more.
“We’ll talk. I just thought we could do both at the same time.” You explain, neck craning so you can look at him from where your head is now resting on his chest, and you look so soft and adorable. How could he ever say no to you?
“Sure, baby, whatever you want.” He agrees without giving it much thought initially, but when you settle back into his chest and you go quiet again, his mind starts racing, and he realises that he’s essentially agreed to have a serious conversation with you whilst you’re both wet and naked in a bathtub.
Fuck.
_
Haechan has been in your apartment a few times since you two started seeing each other, but never just with you. Ningning has always been present, and as much as he finds your best friend pleasant to be around, he can’t deny the fact that he’s been looking forward to not worrying about being discreet around your space. He doesn’t really care when you two are over at his place, but it’s usually crowded, so you both tend to stick to his bedroom for alone time.
Your place is a lot smaller and cosier than the five-bedroom house he shares with his friends, which makes it feel a lot more intimate and domestic. And Haechan loves domesticity when it comes to you, because it’s a rarity when you’re always surrounded by noisy boys. He knows that it’s too soon to imagine what it would be like to live with you, but the thought sometimes does enter his thoughts, and it scares him. Because it’s all very new to him. Because he’s never felt this kind of attachment to someone before. Because he fears he might scare you away.
The way your bare back is pressed into his naked chest, though, manages to help him shed part of that fear. The heat of the water and your warmth help him relax as you’re steadily breathing against him. The fruity scent of body wash engulfing him as your head rests on his shoulder, his cheek squished against your temple and your body slotted between his legs in the foamy chaos of bubbles.
The silence no longer feels awkward as your fingers draw random foamy patterns on his knee that peeks out through the bubbles, and now, he wishes you didn’t have to talk about Lia anymore. Not because he doesn’t want to tell you about his past, but because this moment feels too perfect to taint with other people’s names. Especially people that no longer matter to him.
He also wishes the water surface was a little lower so that he could see your perfect tits, but that’s a whole different subject he can’t allow himself to think about now.
“So,” you break the silence with your hesitant voice.
“Mm-hmm?” He murmurs tentatively against your hairline, knuckles slowly stroking up and down your arm, his other hand draped over the edge of the bathtub, fingers tapping against the outer surface anxiously. He knows what is coming.
“Who’s Lia, and why did she seem to dislike you so much?” You dive straight in, and he can tell you’re trying not to laugh. He’s glad you’re not taking this too seriously, but he is worried you might not like his next words.
“She’s my ex-girlfriend.” He admits carefully. “Last time I heard, she was on a year abroad. I guess she’s back now.” He patiently waits for your reaction as your fingers pause on his knee for a moment, and he knows you’re processing the new information.
“Right.” You nod, and he feels the slight bob of your head. “And?” Your fingers resume their patterns, and he sighs against your shoulder, feeling your shiver.
“And...” He pauses for a moment to think carefully. “I guess you could say the breakup wasn’t amicable.” He settles for that, not wanting to overwhelm you with an unload of unpleasant details yet.
“Can I ask why?” You tread carefully, and he can’t help but smile at how cautiously you’re approaching every question. You really are perfect.
“You can ask me anything.” He reassures you before answering your question. “Umm, it just wasn’t the healthiest of relationships. Lots of ups and downs, lots of arguments. We were together for a year, very on and off, and I take half the blame. We were just very immature at the time, both of us.” He explains as calmly as he can, trying to be clear.
“Oh, and you’re so mature now, are you?” You tease with a nudge of your head against his jaw, causing him to let out a shocked laugh.
“Yah,” He pinches your side underwater, giggling at your cute squeal. “It was like two years ago. I was a silly fresher then. I’m a grown ass man now, thank you very much.” He puts on a sassy tone.
“Right, right, my sincerest apologies, sir.” You tease again.
“Not gonna lie, I expected this conversation to be a lot more serious.” He jokes, hand settling on your ribs, thumb stroking your side boob subtly.
“Oh okay. Did you love her?” You ask abruptly, and his eyes almost bulge out of their sockets. He should know by now not to provoke you.
“Jeez, okay, I guess we’re going there.” He feels scrutinised now, and you’re not even looking at him. “Ummm, I liked her a lot, but I don’t think I loved her, no.” He pauses to think for a moment, having difficulty concentrating when your hand is now stroking his thigh and you don’t seem to realise the effect you have on him. “I don’t think I've ever been in love.” He admits without much thought.
“Really?” You ask, but there’s no shock in your tone, just wonder.
“Yeah, is that weird?” He feels desperate to know your thoughts, because to him it’s obvious you’ve got more experience when it comes to the whole ‘love’ subject.
“Not at all.” You shake your head, and he leans forward a little, studying your side profile. “It’s different for everyone.” You turn your head to look at him, and he feels his heart quickening a little. “I wouldn’t judge you for something like that.” Your eyebrows are furrowed, indicating how serious you are.
He nods, smiling appreciatively at your understanding. You return the smile, but he senses your hesitation when you bite your bottom lip in thought. You want to know more.
“Ask away.” His hand squeezes your side, urging you to continue.
“I just – I can’t help but wonder what she meant by ‘your habits haven’t changed’?” Your hand raises, fingers gesturing air quotes when you repeat Lia’s words, and he can tell you hate asking the question as much as he hates the thought of explaining the meaning behind his ex-girlfriend's remark. He knew that was going to come bite him in the ass.
His nose scrunches in distaste, and your eyebrows raise in amusement. “Oh, no. Did you do something messy?” You ask with a worried expression, and he drops his head forward, forehead resting against your naked shoulder as he exhales dramatically.
“Okay, I’m going to tell you, but please don’t hate me.” He pleads in a whiny voice, and he feels so silly.
“Oh my god, what?” At this point, you sound like you’re just eager to find out more gossip.
“So, about a month after we broke up, I saw her kissing this guy at a party, like a full-on make-out session, so I got really jealous, and then I got really drunk, and um—” He swallows thickly, refusing to lift his head to look at you.
“Yeah?”
“I started making out with this random girl and made sure Lia saw us go upstairs and,” he paused again.
“Oh, just spit it out.”
“She may or may not have caught us fucking in the bathroom.” Haechan doesn’t think he’s spoken so fast before in his life, and he feels like hell chewed him up, swallowed him and spat him back out. He still refuses to look at you, but when you go completely quiet, he can’t help but slowly raise his head, eyes narrowed, nose scrunched.
Your hand is covering your mouth, your eyes are blinking at him, and he can’t tell if you’re trying to cover up your shock or a mocking laugh.
“What position?” He thinks your hand has muffled your actual question, because there’s no way you’ve just said what his ears heard.
“Huh?”
You uncover your mouth, and with the most serious expression, you ask again, “What position did she find you in?”
“Are you serious?” He asks in bewilderment.
“Yeah?” You say it as if it’s the most normal thing in the world to ask him what position his ex-girlfriend found him fucking another girl in.
“Doggy?” He’s still so baffled. “Wha- why is that important?”
“I just wanna picture it in my head as accurately as possible.” You explain and close your eyes, bringing both hands to your temples as though you’re experiencing a vision.
“Bruh, what in the mockery is this?” He complains, gently flicking the side of your head, and you finally decide to give up your act, fingers rubbing against the spot he barely even touched.
“First off, ow.” You childishly complain with a frown. “Second,” You lean back against him, looking away from him again, and he instantly wraps both arms around your middle, burying his face in your neck as he waits for your next comment. “You made that out to be a lot worse than it actually was.”
“Yeah, but put yourself in her shoes.” He pulls you closer as he continues. “You’ve been with a guy for a year, you break up, and next thing you know, he’s right in front of you, balls deep in someone else’s woo hah.” He explains, finding it hard to believe that you’d be so calm in a situation like that.
“Hmmm.” You ponder, and he doesn’t know what comes over him when he says his next words. Damn his silly little brain.
“Imagine if it were me.” He feels you tense in his arms, your breathing halts for a second, and your nails lightly dig into his thigh muscle. Fuck.
“Yeah, I hope she slapped the shit out of you.” You say through clenched teeth, and he has to hold back a laugh.
“She did slap me, to be fair.”
“Good.” You unwrap his arms from you, and he instantly panics, thinking he’s seriously pissed you off, but before he can apologise, you twist around, balancing yourself with your hands on his shoulders as you swiftly move to straddle him. The water splashes against the sides of the tub as you take your seat in his lap, your arms wrapping loosely around his neck and his around your middle, fingers trailing up and down your spine lazily. He takes in your now visible and dripping breasts, moving to your collarbones, your neck, then your lips until his eyes finally find your pretty ones. So pretty, he thinks.
“Hi.” He doesn’t know why he whispers it. Is he really that enamoured of you that he’s lost the ability to speak properly? Apparently so.
“Hi.” You whisper back, slowly blinking down at him as you move closer, and he has to refrain his eyes from shutting at the soothing feeling of your wet fingers stroking his nape. Your breasts push up against his chest, nipples hard from the now lukewarm water, and he sighs heavily at how soft and warm your body feels against his.
Who would’ve thought he’d be spending his Saturday night like this when he agreed to go to a party with you? Certainly not him.
“So, what’s the verdict?” He asks, eyes still looking into yours, and he can’t contain his smile when yours makes an appearance.
“I think I’m gonna keep you, Lee Haechan.” You quietly say with a small tilt of your head, your hand coming to play with the chain around his neck, and his heart nearly explodes at your words.
“Please do.” He responds, one hand splaying between your shoulder blades, pulling you even closer as he tightens his other arm around you, your crotch flush against his now, and he feels the warmth of your centre even through the lukewarm water.
“In all seriousness though,” You start, and he pulls his head back to look at you better. “We all have exes. Good ones, bad ones – it doesn’t matter. What does matter is that you're sure of what you have with me. And I get that it’s early on. I do. I just don’t want any part in past relationship drama.”
“There’s noth-”
“Let me finish.” You butt in, fingers tapping on his shoulder gently, and he immediately shuts his mouth with a pout. “I know I like what I have with you, and I want to see where it could go, but if you’re still not over your breakup with Lia or it affects you in any type of way, this might be a good time to let me know.” You look at him with serious eyes, and you snort when he stays mute. “You may speak now.”
“I am over it, I promise. I’ve been over it for a while now. Also-” He pauses to collect his thoughts, and you nod in encouragement. “I need you to understand that I didn’t break up with Lia because I just didn’t like her anymore. I had nothing against her; I just—we brought out the worst in each other, and I didn’t like who I was with her.” You nod again, this time in understanding.
“Do you like who you are with me?” You ask carefully, and he doesn’t even have to think about his answer.
“I really fucking do.” He nods quickly.
“That’s all I need to know.” You respond with a sweet smile, and he hopes you can see the adoration his eyes hold for you, because he couldn’t possibly form a coherent sentence now.
He knows you can when you lean in, leaving a loud wet smooch against his lips, and he can’t fight his smile, the giddiness taking over him completely. He trails after your lips when you try to pull away, his hand pressing harder against your back, preventing you from moving any further, and he can feel your smile, but he keeps kissing you until you completely give in with a sigh.
The kiss feels different this time; it’s soft and slow, but it holds weight at the same time, and Haechan doesn’t care that the water is getting cold or that his fingers have turned all pruney. Simply because, just like your kiss, everything feels different now. From the way your fingers thread through his hair, softer than ever before, to the way you sound, needier and sweeter than ever before. He wonders if it all feels different to you too.
_
Sex with Haechan has always felt intense, mind-blowing even. It’s always passionate and steamy, never boring and he never fails to make you feel wanted or sexy. Tonight, it all feels different, though. Heightened in a way. Tonight, you feel helpless, as though he’s got you under a spell and all you can do is give in. Not that you ever thought of resisting anyway.
“Fuck, Hae, please.” You beg with a whisper. Pathetic.
“I’ve got you, baby. I’m here.” He mutters against your sternum as he kisses down your body at the slowest possible pace. His hair is still damp from the bath you took earlier, and so is his skin, even though you both messily dried yourselves not too long ago. A pile of wet towels lies forgotten somewhere on your bedroom floor as he’s got you pinned against the mattress. His weight between your legs feels like it’s exactly where it belongs; rock-hard length sliding between your pussy lips teasingly, as though it’s the missing puzzle piece you’ve been looking for all this time.
Your hands bury in his hair, pulling in despair as you let him have his way with you. His tongue circles around your nipple, the skin pebbling, and when his lips engulf the bud, harshly sucking it into his mouth, you swear you’re turned on beyond salvation. So much, you think you could just climax on the spot if he keeps going. Your loud moan betrays your arousal, and he hums in response, the vibration feeling sensational against the sensitive spot.
“You wanna cum like this, don't you?” He whispers, breath moist against your skin, and you look down at him, baffled at how he’s always got you all figured out, without you having to use your words.
“I don’t know if I can.” You pant, hips raising in search of some friction, but he pins you down with his pelvis, cock still flush against your slick centre.
“Wanna find out?” His tongue darts out, flicking lightly, making your breath hitch as his eyes stay connected to yours, the sight unholy.
“Yeah.” You nod as your hold on his hair tightens.
“Good girl.” His words go straight to your core, making you clench around nothing. He licks his lips like he’s starved before diving back in, and you drop your head back on the pillow, not bearing to watch any longer.
You whine loudly as he goes back to flicking, tongue fast and tense on your nipple, and he surprises you when he blindly reaches up, hand cupping your chin before bringing his fingers to your already open mouth. You wrap a hand around his wrist, and your lips engulf his middle and ring fingers, sucking with a moan, getting them wet, and he lets out a groan of his own when your tongue twirls around the long digits.
He abruptly drags them out, saliva smearing across your chin and when the very same fingers find your other nipple, he rubs the pads against the erect peak, exactly like he would your clit. The intense sensation combined with the precise flicks of his tongue is almost unbearable, bringing you a little closer to a high you doubted you could reach until now.
“Fuck.” You laugh deliriously, as he opts to sucking again and your fingers squeeze around his wrist, nails digging into the skin, leaving crescents behind. “I think you might actually be onto something here.” You say in disbelief. His mouth doesn’t separate from your abused nipple as he lets out a laugh through his nose.
He alternates between flicking and sucking, and you almost feel bad for him, suspecting that his jaw might be sore by now. Then again, he started this, so he can finish it.
Your legs start quaking around his slim waist, and he must feel the trembling in your muscles, both tongue and fingers quickening their pace, and a little grind of his hips against yours tips you over the edge completely.
“Oh my god.” Your eyes roll back, tingles spreading from your core to the rest of your body, clit throbbing and walls spasming around nothing, nipples hypersensitive as he doesn’t let up his actions until your spine arches off the bed.
“Fuck yeah.” He sounds like he’s about to congratulate himself, and normally you would have rolled your eyes at his silliness, but not now. Not when they’re shut in bliss as you try to regulate your breathing. “So fucking hot.” He mumbles dreamily as he starts kissing sloppily down your abdomen, hands taking purchase on the backs of your thighs, spreading you open for him, knees close to your chest as you’re practically bent in half. You don’t even have to open your eyes to know what he’s up to, but you do anyway, not wanting to miss the sight of him between your legs like this.
He moans when he catches a glimpse of your cunt, drenched and untouched, and you feel like you’re about to lose the plot. “Fucking do something.” You whine as your hands grab onto the headboard, needing to hold onto something.
“Hmm, greedy baby.” He coos, and you feel his hot breath against your pulsing clit. “I just made you cum.” He says scoldingly.
“Want more.” You mumble breathlessly, head on cloud nine at this point; you can barely see straight, his mean laugh penetrating through the ringing of your ears, almost pissing you off.
“That’s not very polite, is it?” He teases with a pout, holding you down when you attempt to raise your hips. “Ask me nicely.”
“Please, make me cum again.” You lick your lips, eyes finding his pretty ones as you contemplate your next words. “I’ll be your good girl.” You say it in a whisper, but you know he’s heard you loud and clear when his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, nostrils flaring as he inhales deeply, and he almost looks pissed off.
“You’re playing dirty, Y/N.” He warns, jaw visibly clenching.
“I’m not playing.” You state simply. You’re really not. “Am I not your good girl?”
“Fuck.” He sits up, leaning on his haunches, hands sliding to your inner thighs, but you keep them spread for him anyway. “Do you wanna be?” He asks in wonderment, eyes wide.
“Yes.” Your response comes quick, and you sit up on your elbows as you study his expression. You know this could pass for just dirty talk, but you also know that your affirmation means something deeper to both of you.
“Then you are.” His chest moves quicker now, and you watch as he slides his knees further down the mattress, head leaning down, taking its rightful place between your legs. “My good fucking girl.”
His tongue darts out, slowly licking a fat stripe from your entrance up to your clit, and you sigh in relief when his lips close around it, eyelids becoming heavier but not shutting completely, the view too good to miss out on. If he weren’t sucking on your sensitive bud, you could easily say he looks adorable, with his eyelashes fanning on his cheeks and full heart-shaped lips all puckered as though he’s innocently sucking on the sweetest of lollipops.
You rest your weight on one elbow as your other hand reaches down, gently pushing his fringe out of the way, his pretty eyebrows coming into view, and you moan softly when he sucks harder. He releases your clit with a loud pop, eyes looking up at you again, tongue languidly circling the raised peak as two fingers unexpectedly slide into your heat. You feel like you’re in a trance, jaw slack, eyes refusing to leave his as he starts to slowly move his digits in and out, curling them upwards. He easily finds that spot that drives you insane, and when your eyes momentarily close, he halts his movements.
“Keep looking at me.” He whispers against your swollen bundle of nerves, and you quickly oblige. His fingers resume their motions, thrusting quicker this time, hitting your g-spot perfectly. He gingerly flicks your clit one more time before pulling away slightly, a thin string of saliva connecting his lips with your aching core. It breaks when he circles his other arm around your thigh, fingers coming to stimulate the swollen bud from above. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He mumbles in awe, and you feel your eyes water at the intensity of everything, vision blurring, but remaining on him regardless. Your hand cups his cheek affectionately, and he leans into the touch, making your heart soar.
His fingers drive into you with more vigour now, squelching sounds impossible to ignore as your walls tighten and you bite down on your lip to keep quiet, chest moving up and down quickly. Your thumb drags across his bottom lip, and when he opens his mouth, lips shamelessly wrapping around the digit, sucking lazily, the moan you've been desperately trying to hold back inevitably escapes.
“Fuck, come here.” You plead quietly, thumb dragging down his chin, spit smearing on his skin as your hand grabs the back of his neck, pulling him upwards, and he gives into your wish, crawling up your body hastily, dominant hand continuing to drive into your cunt.
You drop back down on the pillows, dragging him with you, and his lips find yours in a filthy kiss, his tongue invading your mouth like it’s second nature, no permission needed. All you can taste is him with a hint of your arousal, and your hips grind against his palm involuntarily. You cup his cheeks in both hands, holding him as close to you as possible as you glide your tongue against his to distract yourself from the intense pleasure his fingers are giving you. He’s not even stimulating your clit anymore, yet you’re still positive he’s going to make you cum like this.
“Mmmfuuuuck.” You exhale in a trembling breath against his lips, voice coming out muffled as he continues to kiss you, mouth all wet and messy against yours, while he mercilessly finger-fucks you. You feel incredibly wet, your slick dripping down to your ass. “Feels so—” Your jaw drops in a silent moan, lips dragging against his chin as you experience the most intense climax of your life. Your back arches off the bed, sensitive nipples dragging against his chest as you shake uncontrollably, legs miserably failing to close around him as his fingers keep drilling into you, helping you ride the high for as long as possible. He only stops when your hands desperately grab onto his biceps, your voice coming out in a broken sob as the aftershocks take over.
“Fuck, baby.” He pants against your lips, and even though your ears are ringing, you do hear the tone of surprise in his voice. “You okay?” His nose nudges against yours, bringing you back to reality, fingers pulling out with a wet squelch, arousal smearing on your hip as he delicately strokes your skin.
“Mm-hmm.” You nod, slowly opening your eyes to look at him. His eyebrows are raised, and his cheeky smile is difficult to ignore. “What?” You ask, still out of breath, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Umm, don’t get embarrassed.” He pauses, and you study his expression in curiosity, your eyes still droopy from the high.
“What?” You repeat, vocabulary limited in your hazy state, but now you feel nerves blooming in your stomach. Why is he biting down on his bottom lip like that? And why is he smiling like he knows something you don't?
“You just—” He slowly leans down, leaving a chaste kiss on your lips that you can’t help but return with a lazy pucker. You whine when he moves to leave a wet smooch on the corner of your mouth, then another one on your cheek, and when he reaches your ear, he playfully sucks on the lobe. “You may have squirted a little.” He announces, and your eyes widen in panic.
“Wha-”
“Relax.” He instructs, trapping you with his forearms on both sides of your head, and when he grinds his cock against your centre, you know he’s telling the truth. You’re drenched, and so is the spot on the mattress beneath your ass.
“What the fuck.” You exhale in shock, trying to look between your bodies, and Haechan chuckles in amusement.
“Baby, chill.” He whispers softly as he starts trailing soft kisses down your jaw, settling on your neck. “Felt good, right?” He licks against your pulse before sucking on the sensitive skin, and you lose your trail of thought again, relaxing against the pillows, giving into him completely. “My messy girl.” He whispers sensually, making you feel needy again. “I can’t get enough of you.” He mumbles as he keeps abusing your neck, his hips rutting against yours, smearing your wetness between you even more. Everything feels so slippery. So good. “I’m so hard, I—fuck—can you take more?” He sounds apologetic, and you find it hard to believe that he can be so oblivious at times.
“Yes, please.” You whisper in his ear, grabbing onto his ass and pushing him forwards. “Want you in me.” Your hips raise teasingly, and he moans at your words, grinding down to meet your movements, cockhead bumping against your swollen clit, making you gasp at the sensitivity.
You decide to act brave by slithering a hand between your bodies, and he immediately lets you take initiative. He creates space between your bodies, just enough for your hand to wrap around the base of his cock, pumping him slowly, your slick providing more than enough lubrication for your palm to slide easily over the velvety skin.
“Mm, feels good, baby.” He whispers, arousal evident in his voice, as you both look down, taking in the sight of your hand pleasuring him. Your hips lift needily, lining him up with your entrance, and when the tip kisses your dripping hole, he pushes in, making you both moan, both pairs of eyes still on your connected centres.
On a normal occasion you’d feel a slight sting the first few seconds he enters you, but not tonight. Tonight, it’s just mind-numbing relief as he slides in easier than ever before, bottoming out with a single stroke.
You’re thankful you look up at his face the moment you do, relishing in the way his jaw drops, the way his eyes roll back at the feeling of your warm walls enveloping him as he grinds his pelvis into yours, deliciously rubbing against your clit, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix. Pure bliss.
“Sorry, just need a minute.” He pleads, sounding like he’s in pain, but you know he’s just trying to maintain his composure. He doesn’t move for a few moments, his face buried in your neck as he breathes heavily, hot puffs of air hitting your sweaty skin, throbbing length just rests inside your walls, the stretch nothing but welcome. You gingerly rake your nails up and down his back, trying to help him relax as much as you can.
The guilt starts to settle in when you realise he’s already made you come twice and completely neglected himself. It could be that he’s so selfless with you, or maybe you just are greedy. How can you not be, though, when he makes you feel clinically insane, when he makes you experience pleasure you never have before? You want everything from him. You want him. All day, every day. You want him an unhealthy amount. You want him in ways you never knew you could want someone. You want him in your bed. You want him in your showers. You want him in your kitchen every morning. You want him on your sofa in the evenings. You want him in your favourite café. You want him in the library, even if he distracts you from your work. You want him in the little record store he works in on the weekends. You want him on the street when he holds your hand, making sure you’re crossing safely. You want him anywhere and everywhere. You simply want him in your life.
“It’s okay, take your time.” You force him to look at you, cupping his face in your hands, his round cheeks warm against your palms, thumbs stroking his cheekbones affectionately, and his eyes flutter open. He turns his head, giving your palm a kiss before he leans in closer, eliminating any space between your bodies, his weight more comforting than ever. You rub your nose against his, and he steals your breath with the sweetest kiss, lips perfectly slotting with yours. You tilt your head slightly, wanting to taste more of him, and as always, he lets you have your way, parting his lips, allowing your tongue to enter. You keep the pace slow, wanting to feel him and taste him for as long as possible. Wanting to savour the sweet moment.
He slowly drags his hips back a little, leaving most of his length inside you, before gliding back in, testing the waters as he keeps kissing you. The wet sounds of your lips smacking turn you on even more, and you unintentionally clench around him, causing him to breathe harshly through his nose.
“Hae, I don’t care if you cum fast.” You reassure him quietly, pulling back slightly, allowing both of you to breathe properly.
“I love it when you call me that.” He confesses between shallow breaths, and a smile takes over your face. He’s so adorable you could scream.
“You do?” Your breath hitches when he finally starts moving again, pulling out to the tip and thrusting back in nice and slow, always grinding a little every time he bottoms out.
He nods, nose bumping against yours. “No one else calls me that.” Your heart flutters at the potential hidden meaning behind his words. “Just you.” His pace quickens slightly, enough to make you whimper.
“Is that why you like it? Cause it’s our thing?” Your fingers thread through his soft hair, lightly pulling at the roots when his thrusts gain intensity, starting to tickle the gummy spot inside you he never fails to find.
“Yeah.” His forehead drops against yours, and you close your eyes, basking in the closeness and the affection. “Sounds good when you say it.”
“My sweet Hae.” You whisper dreamily, his moan making you smile dumbly.
“Fuck.” He grabs your thigh, fingers desperately digging into the skin as you bring your leg a little higher, knee almost touching your breast, wanting to feel him as deep as possible. “Say it again.” He pleads in a low voice, making you moan when his hips start snapping against yours, thick cock hammering into your needy cunt, driving you insane.
“You’re my Hae.” Your voice trembles, lips featherily touching his as you tell him what he wants to hear.
“Yes, baby, all yours.” He manages to breathe out before crashing his lips into yours, his kiss so desperate you can barely keep up, letting him suck onto your tongue and you whine in his mouth, arms tightly wrapping around his neck, nails digging in his shoulder blades.
You wrap your legs around his waist, ankles crossing, heels digging into the small of his back as he keeps fucking you hard and fast, any hesitation from before long gone as he does his best to bring you both over the edge.
“Fuck, right there, don’t stop.” You plead against his lips, eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure, hands grabbing anywhere they can reach – his back, his hair, the nape of his neck – searching for an anchor, and he acts quickly, pinning them above your head before they can settle anywhere else. Fingers intertwine with yours as he holds onto them tightly, the simple action making everything feel a thousand times more intimate. “Oh my god.” You exhale in a whine, letting him know you’re close to losing it.
“Yeah, like that?” His sharp thrusts jolt your whole body, tits bouncing, tingly nipples rubbing against his chest and you unwrap your legs, spreading them wide again for him, bent knees touching your ribs, allowing him to fuck deeper into you and he groans when your sopping walls tighten around him. “Fuck yeah, baby, keep those legs up for me.”
His hips brutally meet yours repeatedly, the glide of his cock so effortless with the help of your dripping arousal and when you look down between your bodies, you don’t miss the dewy substance covering his length and base each time his pulls out, smearing on your mound as his pelvis slaps on your clit deliciously, nub looking swollen and abused and you’re loving every second of it.
“I’m gonna cum.” You warn breathlessly, and you don’t miss the encouraging nod he gives you as you feel the heat from your core starting to gradually spread, abdomen muscles clenching. He maintains the bruising pace but moves his face closer to yours, laboured breaths mingling again.
“That’s my girl.” He whispers, and your body immediately locks up, walls squeezing around him as his unexpected words make you topple over the edge. Your mouth hangs open against his, a deep moan escaping as you shake under him, nails digging into his knuckles, toes curling as Haechan keeps pumping into you throughout your high, his own moans coming out muffled, squelching noises overpowering his voice. “You feel so – f-fuck – s-so good.” His stuttering barely reaches your ears as you cry out in pleasure, feeling like you can’t stop climaxing, unable to control the violent spasming of your spent pussy around him.
He pulls out with a pained grunt, sitting up a bit, the emptiness making you cry in protest. His fist pumps erratically along the tip and his deep moan reverberates melodically around the room the moment his release shoots out on your tummy. Hot white droplets landing beautifully on your flushed skin as he pants loudly from above you, tan skin dripping with sweat. So handsome, you’d let him fuck you again and again and again until you pass out.
His eyes are raking up and down your body, taking in the sight before him. Room quiet except for the loud pants leaving both of you as the hand around his length starts to slow down. You can’t help but feel flustered, even after all the times you’ve been with him. Every time feels like the first time all over again.
His thumb swipes across your painted skin as he observes the wetness smearing in fascination. He then unexpectedly brings the digit to your lips, and you immediately dart your tongue out a little before sucking, tasting him like it’s your favourite thing to do. His eyes finally find yours again when he slowly retreats his thumb, palm enveloping your jaw gently and you feel like your heart is about to collapse from the intensity of the moment.
Your mind momentarily drifts to that Friday evening a few weeks ago: the one you stayed over at his place for the first time, the one you slept together for the first time, the one he painted your skin his for the first time.
You often think about that question he asked you while he was clinging onto you like a child would cling onto a teddy bear for safety.
‘Are we on the same page here?’
You remember how your sleepiness instantly evaporated, giddiness taking over you instead. And if you felt happy hearing those words, his next ones certainly made you feel like you were on cloud nine.
‘I don’t know about you, but I’m not seeing anybody else.’
You weren’t just on the same page. You were on the same sentence, same word, same letter. And you can only hope that you still are.
After all, you’re his good girl, and he’s your sweet Hae.
_
When Ningning returns the next day, it’s already midday. Haechan hears the front door opening but refuses to open his eyes or move from his comfortable position on your sofa.
His head rests on your chest, cheek squished against one of your boobs over the soft fabric of your hoodie. His hand has slipped under the hem, casually resting over your ribs as his thumb digs into the underside of the breast he’s not using as a pillow. He's finding it difficult not to squeeze, but he behaves. Your breathing is stable, and he knows you’re awake from the quiet tapping of your thumb on your phone screen and the way you’re still absentmindedly stroking his hair, making him feel warm and fuzzy inside.
You smell like fabric softener and the shampoo you used earlier in your shared shower, your natural scent so familiar to him by now.
“Hey-ho losers!” Ningning’s voice is loud, the slam of the door even louder, and Haechan has to bite his lip to prevent a laugh.
“Shhhh.” You bring your other hand down to gently cover his ear, protecting his slumber from your friend’s loudness, clearly unaware that he’s awake.
“Oh shit, sorry.” Ningning apologises, voice hushed this time. “Aw, lover boy is asleep.” She coos, though, Haechan detects the mockery.
“He’s so cute.” You whine, your voice still close to a whisper. “He looks like a baby.” Your thumb caresses his temple gingerly, and he feels like his lungs have stopped working. It scares him sometimes how gentle you are with him. He wonders what he’s done to deserve it.
“Men are just giant babies.” Ningning exhales dramatically, and Haechan can’t fight the smirk on his lips, so he nuzzles further into you, trying to hide his face. You quickly bring the blanket up to his chin, probably assuming that he’s seeking warmth.
“I take it you’re still bitter about—”
“Shhh, your boyfriend is asleep; have some respect.” She doesn’t let you finish your sentence, but Haechan already knows what you were going to ask. He also knows that Ningning is indeed bitter about Jeno realising that he didn’t actually want to date her; he just enjoyed chasing after her.
As bad as he feels for talking sense into his friend, encouraging him to pursue Ningning only if he’s ready to commit, he thinks he did the right thing. This scenario is much better than Jeno leading her on, letting her think that he wants a relationship and eventually leaving you both with two best friends that can’t stand to be around each other. And if people think Haechan is being selfish, so be it. He’d pick being selfish a thousand times over jeopardising whatever he has with you just because his friend can’t keep it in his pants.
“Awh Ning, I’m sorry.” Your voice comes out soft as you try to comfort your friend.
“Eh, it’s whatever; it didn’t really shock me.” Haechan can tell she’s putting on a facade. She’s disappointed. Rightfully so.
“Have you eaten? Hae went to the corner shop earlier. There’s a pack of instant ramen for you, if you want it.” There’s that nickname that has him reeling every single time it leaves your mouth, and this time is no exception.
“God, he really is perfect, isn’t he?” Ningning responds exasperatedly as though in frustration, but Haechan knows she’s fond of him. He vividly remembers the time she got too drunk to keep up her cold front and announced to him that she will be giving a speech at your wedding. He found it funny but then freaked himself out, because why was he imagining wedding scenarios with you when he hadn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend yet?
“I could fucking squish him right now.” Your cuteness aggression makes it so difficult for him not to giggle, but he still manages to keep quiet.
“How is your tit not in pain?” She asks in genuine wonder, and you snort quietly.
“He’s just soft.”
“Are you planning on breastfeeding him too?” She mocks, her voice sounding like it’s coming from the kitchen now.
“Ew.” You disapprove of her humour, fingers now gently scratching his nape.
“Yeah right, as if he hasn’t already sucked on your tits.” Ningning’s tone couldn’t carry more sarcasm and you retort with a click of your tongue. He can easily picture you rolling your eyes in fake annoyance.
“How is that, by the way? I’ve never really asked.” Ningning’s louder whisper indicates that she is now sitting somewhere close, maybe on the carpet?
“How’s what?”
“The sex?” She states like her question was obvious. And to be fair to Ningning, it was. There’s a big pause, and Haechan wonders if you’re hesitant to answer, but then Ningning speaks again, voice a little higher and full of intrigue. “Really?” She sounds fascinated, and Haechan can’t help but feel frustrated that his eyes are closed, because you definitely answered your friend’s question with a facial expression he missed.
“Mm-hmm.” You answer, your tone provocative.
“Go, Haechan.” Ningning’s approval let him know that your silent comment must have been very positive. “Good for you, girl.” She encourages as she munches on something crunchy, and Haechan feels a sense of pride blooming in his chest. “I swear, the way he looks at you sometimes…” She pauses to chew more of whatever she’s eating. “It’s like he’s in love with you or something.”
Shit.
“You think?” Haechan can detect hope even in your hushed tone. Do you want him to be in love with you?
“The man couldn’t be more obvious. You just can’t see it cause you look at him the same way.” Ningning explains, and Haechan feels your heart rate quickening against his ear. Are you possibly..?
“Shut up.” That’s not a no.
“I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with it. We love love.” Ningning's tone sounds teasing but genuine at the same time. Another longer silence. “Alright, I’m going to go lie down now. Chenle woke me up at eight with his loud-ass music.”
“Yikes.” You sympathise.
“I’ll have that ramen later, but thank your boyfie for me.” She says cheekily, and Haechan hears a door click, assuming that Ningning is now in her bedroom.
When your nails scratch at his scalp, he can’t stop himself from shuddering, involuntarily letting out a whimper. He feels the subtle movement of your chest when you quietly giggle at his responsiveness. “So cute.” You whisper, unaware that he can hear you, and his smile definitely betrays him now.
“Are you awake?” You ask quietly, voice unsure.
“No.” He mumbles against your boob, and his hand moves upwards, cupping the other one, making you giggle. Your nipple hardens against his palm, and when he lightly pinches the bud between his fingers, you pull at the roots of his hair in warning.
“Behave.” You say quietly with an edge to your voice.
“Don’t wanna.” He whines lowly as he shuffles upwards, nuzzling his face in your neck.
He ends up fucking you on your sofa, thrusting lazily and slower than ever before. Your hoodie stays on, and so does his t-shirt, your shorts scattered somewhere on the floor, panties messily pushed to the side, digging into your skin, and his sweatpants dragged just below his ass.
Ningning is just a door away, but at least the fuzzy blanket is covering you both from the waist down, and either way, he couldn’t care less. Not when his brain is clouded by the floral scent of your shampoo and the sweet, hushed noises you’re letting out as he languidly thrusts into your heat, holding you as close as possible. Not when you feel so warm and soft under him. Not when you look so good and so girlfriend-coded in his oversized hoodie. Not when you look so incredibly his. And he really wants you to be. Because Haechan would happily carve his heart out and hand it to you on a gold platter if you asked him to.
He can’t help but think about the conversation you had a few moments ago with your best friend. There are so many questions he needs answered, but they all lead to one.
Are you in love with him too?
_
Saturday, two weeks before Christmas break.
13:56 hae☀️: you still buying presents?
13:59 y/n 🫶: just have one more thing to get
13:59 y/n 🫶: is work busy today?
14:00 hae☀️: yeah, this time of year is always a nightmare
14:01 hae☀️: come see me when you’re done?
14:02 y/n 🫶: mmmmmaybe
14:02 hae☀️: pls :(
14:02 hae☀️: hae misses you
14:04 y/n 🫶: you were literally balls deep in me this morning?
14:04 y/n 🫶: also aren’t you in the middle of your shift?
14:05 hae☀️: that’s neither here nor there
14:05 hae☀️: and i can take ten mins for a smoke
14:05 hae☀️: i'll tell Jaem what we did in his room if you don’t come see me 😚
14:06 y/n 🫶: can you record his reaction?
14:06 y/n 🫶: actually, I've got a better idea
14:06 y/n 🫶: let’s make a sex tape in his bed and show him
14:10 y/n 🫶: cat caught your tongue?
14:10 hae☀️: are you insane??
14:10 hae☀️: now my dick’s hard, and Jungwoo just came back from his break
14:11 y/n 🫶: yum 🤤👅
14:11 hae☀️: you’re so filthy I love it
14:12 hae☀️: Pls, bbyyyy, come see meeeee 😭
14:13 y/n 🫶: was going to anyway
14:13 y/n 🫶: just wanted you to beg
14:14 hae☀️: you’re evil
14:15 y/n 🫶: i'll be there in 15 xoxo
14:16 hae☀️: 🥰
Haechan has always hated working around this time of the year. It’s too chaotic for his taste, and he has a low tolerance when it comes to socialising with strangers, especially clients that know nothing about music but still choose to come in the store and ask for a Michael Jackson vinyl as if it’s something that easy to find. And then they get disappointed when he tells them the price or that the piece is not available.
Today is no exception. It’s also a Saturday, which makes things even worse, considering everyone is out Christmas shopping with their loud toddlers. Haechan is on the verge of crashing out; he’s in desperate need of nicotine, and he desperately wants to see you, even though you stayed over at his last night after date night, even though he kept you up for god knows how long, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you, even though this morning you woke him up with the best head anyone in the history of mankind has ever experienced. He’s just come to terms with the fact that he simply always misses you; whether you’re next to him or not, he just misses you.
Haechan has also come to terms with the fact that he’s in love with you. Undeniably so. Earth shatteringly so. Head over heels. To the extent that he doesn’t sleep well without you next to him, because his bed feels cold without you in it. He doesn’t like eating breakfast without you or having his morning coffee without you. He doesn’t like taking naps if they’re not in the comfort of your warm apartment, with his head lying on your chest and his limbs all tangled with yours. He doesn’t like eating instant ramen on a Saturday if it’s not with you. He doesn’t like being hungover anyway, but being hungover without you has become one of his worst nightmares, because none of his friends can comfort him the way you do with your soft voice and your gentle touches.
You occupy his brain and heart all day every day rent-free, and he doesn’t even mind. What he does mind, however, is that he hasn’t found the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend yet. Not because he’s not sure about what he wants; he couldn’t be more certain. What is really holding him back is the fact that he doesn’t know if you feel the same. And you don’t have to. You don’t have to love him if you’re not ready yet; every person moves at their own pace, Haechan knows that. But he wants to be sure that you want to be his as much as he wants to be yours.
The little bell chimes behind him, signaling the arrival of a new client as he tries not to lose his patience with this woman who’s looking for a Black Sabbath record for her husband but doesn’t know the title. Ozzy Osbourne is currently turning in his grave, and Haechan is about to lose his shit when the lady’s little toddler starts complaining about his feet hurting and the fact that he wants a Happy Meal from McDonald’s. Haechan somehow relates with the little boy.
“Hey, Y/N!” Jungwoo’s voice echoes around the store, and Haechan can’t wait to be rid of this woman and her snotty little toddler who keeps coughing with his mouth open.
“Hi, Jungwoo, how’s it going?” Your sweet voice sounds strained, as though you’re out of breath, and Haechan wonders if you ran here or if you’re just carrying lots of bags.
“Eh, same old, you know it. How are you? Looking forward to the break?” Jungwoo is now politely continuing the conversation, and Haechan’s patience is running thin as the woman is going through old chats on her phone, looking for any clues about the record title.
“Yeah, will be good to see family for a couple weeks. Not looking forward to exam season after though.” You say with a pained laugh.
“Tell me about it; the amount of revision I have to catch up on is incriminating.” Jungwoo complains, making you chuckle, and Haechan is getting restless, itching to turn around and look at you. “Haechan is with a client by the way; he’ll be done soon. I have to sort some shelves out, but let me know if you need anything.”
“Oh yeah, don’t mind me, I’ll just hang around.” Haechan can hear the smile in your voice, and he’s seriously considering telling this lady to fuck off.
“How about you give us a call when you’re sure which record you’re after? We’d be able to order it for you even if it’s a limited edition or out of stock. We also handle deliveries, so you wouldn’t have to come in to collect the order.” Haechan gives the lady an alternative option with the politest tone he can muster through the short circuit his brain has undergone.
“Mm yes, that might work.” She answers skeptically.
“If you head over to the desk, my colleague will hand you all the information you need to contact us. You can either call, drop us a message on Instagram or send us an email. We aim to respond within a working day.” He can only hope his fake smile is not too obvious.
“Lovely, thank you so much.” Success.
“Happy to help.” He ends the conversation and watches her walk away, dragging the little boy behind her. Haechan internally wishes Jungwoo good luck as he turns around to look for you.
He walks past a couple of aisles before spotting you. You’re wearing a thick puffer coat and a fluffy scarf that covers half your face, but your nose is visibly red from the cold weather. You couldn’t look cuter.
You’ve dropped the numerous shopping bags on the floor, a CD occupying each hand as you inspect both items carefully. He quietly approaches you, sneaking in behind you and circling his arms around your shoulders. You jump at his unexpected gesture, and he reaches over, leaving a quick kiss on your cheek.
“Hi, miss, how can I help?” He teases in a fake professional tone.
“Oh hi, I would like this Pink Floyd record, but I can’t remember the title.” You answer, clearly making fun of the customer he was dealing with just now. He laughs a little too loudly, your joke landing well.
“The shit I have to deal with, honestly.” He exhales exasperatedly as he watches you carefully place the two CDs back in their initial spots.
You turn around in his hold, arms circling his waist as you look up at him. He brings a hand between your faces, pulling your soft scarf down a tiny bit, uncovering your mouth, and his insides instantly feel warm at the sight of your sweet smile.
“You sounded kind of sexy, all serious and professional.” You scrunch your nose cutely, and he mirrors the action.
“Really? You like my customer service voice?”
“Only a little.” You smirk, hand sneaking in his back pocket, subtly squeezing his bum.
“Shall we add it to the fetish list?” He whispers, eyes widening playfully as though he’s just said something scandalous.
“Didn’t know we had a list.” Your eyebrows furrow in suspicion, and you look so adorable that he can’t hold himself back from leaning down and stealing a quick peck off your lips. You must have applied your lip balm not too long ago, the familiar fruity taste lingering after he pulls away not a second after, licking his lips.
“I do. I have a journal full of all the filthy little things you like during se-”
“Yah.” You warn quietly, pinching his ass. Your eyes narrow as you take in his mocking expression. “Be for real.”
“When am I ever not for real with you?” He retorts pointedly as though he’s offended. It’s so true though; he’s the realest he’s ever been the last couple of months, all because of you.
He’s the one smirking when you look away in embarrassment, lost for words, proving his statement to be valid. Once again, so for real.
“Ugh, you’re so—I could eat you up right here in the pop punk section.” He squishes his lips against your cheek, leaving a loud and wet kiss there, making you let out something between a squeal and a giggle as you pretend to move away from his touch.
“Not in the pop punk section!” You mock, nuzzling your face in his chest as you hug him closer, his senses surrendering to your scent, your touch, and the sigh you let out, finding home in his tight hold around your shoulders. His heart is pounding in his ears, and he’s certain you can hear it. If you do, you don’t say anything.
“Can I take you somewhere tomorrow?” He blurts out. It’s now or never, he thinks, as he still holds you tight. He inhales the pleasant fruity scent of your shampoo, his eyes closing as he buries his nose in your hair.
“As in a secluded house in the woods or...?”
“As in a road trip. I can drive us down to the coast; there’s a Christmas market and everything. Thought we could do something different before we both go home for the holidays, ya know?” God, he sounds so keen, so desperate. And he is. “Let’s save that house in the woods thing for another time though.” He teases nonchalantly, trying to cover the fact that he’s nervous and you snort at his pathetic attempt of a joke.
You tilt your head back to look up at him, eyes wide, eyebrows raised as you try not to smile. That’s a yes. He’s come to know your mannerisms so well by now.
“That sounds like fun.” You chirp excitedly. “Won’t it be really cold though?”
“Yeah, probably.” He shrugs his shoulders as he thinks about it. “We’ll just have to layer up.” He finds your eyes again with a hopeful smile. “I’ll treat you to hot choccy and tones of churros.”
You giggle at that, dropping your head forward, hiding your face, and his lips pucker up against your forehead, kissing ever so sweetly. “I didn’t need to be bribed, but I won’t say no to churros.” You lean back a little to look at him again with a mischievous grin. He can’t resist cupping your face in his hands, harshly squishing your cheeks, making your lips pucker up inevitably.
“I’ll happily give you the details to my bank account at this point.” He whines at your cuteness and presses a soft kiss on your nose, then another one on your awaiting lips, staying there a few seconds longer before pulling back. “C’mon, let’s stand outside for a bit; I need a smoke before I lose my fucking mind.”
What Haechan really needs is fresh air. Your presence is already clouding his rational thoughts. His brain runs to inappropriate images of you bent over one of the CD aisles as he fucks you from behind. And as if that’s not enough, when he peeks through the small opening of your puffer, he can see you’re wearing the knitted jumper he left at your apartment the other day. The image in his head changes slightly, as you’re now wearing nothing but that jumper. Still bent over, though.
When you stand on your tiptoes, however, lightly kissing his chin, that image changes completely. You’re still wearing his jumper, but now you’re sat on the floor of your apartment, next to a lit-up Christmas tree, opening the present he got you. He doesn’t know what that is, and quite frankly, he doesn’t care, because there are only two things that matter in that vision. Your enchanting smile and the fact that you’re his girlfriend.
_
It’s already midday, and you’re thankful Haechan picked you up early to avoid traffic. You’ve been on the road for longer than an hour, and according to Google Maps, you’ve got another one to go. Not that you mind. The sight of Haechan driving makes up for it. You’ve always wondered what he looks like behind a wheel, and now that you know, you feel weak. Like a giddy teenage fangirl.
He’s got a hand on the wheel, the other loosely resting on the gear stick, and you swear he’s never looked sexier. He’s always attractive in your eyes, but this is a top-notch sex fantasy. Like he’s just popped straight out of your wet dreams. If he could read your thoughts right now, he would either be appalled at your twisted brain or turned on. And knowing him well enough by now, you would probably guess the latter.
“You wanna take a pic or something? Stop staring you little creep.” He looks over at you for a second before focusing his eyes on the road again. He’s smirking. What a little shit. Of course, he knows the effect he has on you.
“I do actually. The things I could do with it.” You sound nothing short of sinister, and he smiles widely now, perfect teeth on display.
“Hm, care to elaborate?” He questions, hand moving from the gear stick to rest on his thigh. “Although, I bet I could guess.”
“I’d sell it on OnlyFans. The amount of cash I’d make, woof.” He cackles loudly, almost sounding shocked at your silly revelation.
“I was expecting something like ‘I’d flick my bean to it’, but that works too, I guess.”
“Please, what do you take me for?” You feign offence, reaching over to stroke your fingers through the back of his hair. He leans back into your touch a little, trapping your hand between his head and the headrest.
“As if you don’t goon to the thought of me.” He clicks his tongue. “You’re just as freaky as I am. If not worse.”
“Ew. Stop stealing slang off Urban Dictionary.” You tease with a chuckle at his choice of words. He sneaks his hand to the back of yours, behind his head, eyes still on the road. His fingers thread through yours, and he brings your intertwined hands to his lips, kissing the back of yours twice. He then drops them on his thigh, his hold loose but comforting as his thumb brushes where his lips just touched.
“Mm okay, how about—” He pauses, pretending to think, and you already know his next words are going to be incriminating, but you wait. “You violently fingerblast yourself to—”
“You’re a fucking disgrace.” You cut him off, attempting to pull your hand away, but his hold tightens, preventing you from doing so as he laughs wholeheartedly. There’s only one word that surrounds your brain at the sound. Love.
“Did I lie?” The man poses a great question.
“We’ve actually never done that.” You point out your realisation. Almost like you’ve had an epiphany.
“What? Watched each other get off?” His smirk returns, but he sounds a lot more serious now. Your words seem to have picked his interest.
“Mm.”
“You want to?” He asks, tone laced with genuine curiosity, one eyebrow raised as he looks over at you for a brief second.
“Wouldn’t be opposed to it.” You shrug even though he can’t see you. “Could be fun.”
“I mean, it can certainly be arranged.” He squeezes your hand before letting go to indicate as he changes lanes. You take the liberty of not removing your hand from his thigh, your thumb delicately stroking against the rough fabric of his jeans.
“I feel like I’d get embarrassed though.” You point out sincerely.
“Babe, we’ve done a lot worse.”
“Like what?” You swear you haven’t.
“Need I remind you it all started on a balcony?” He says with a bored expression. “What about that time in the library—”
“Ah-ah, we don’t talk about that.” You squeeze his thigh in warning. His teeth sinking into his bottom lip in amusement, earning a smile from you. He doesn’t see it, though.
“Exactly my point,” His hand returns, engulfing yours again. Warm and soft. “We’ve done worse.” He repeats.
“I guess you’re right.” You scoff, looking out the window, and he kisses your hand again, making you swoon.
“When are you going home for Christmas again?” He asks suddenly, and you turn your attention back on him.
“Sometime next week. Why, you gonna miss me?”
“Hmm, maybe a little.” He teases.
“A little, huh? You seemed pretty desperate to see me yesterday, and you hadn’t seen me for what? Four? Five hours?” You tease back. His tongue pokes into his cheek, doing little to hide his smile.
“Why ask if you already know, huh?”
“I like hearing you say it.” That catches his attention, head turning quickly, eyes wide as they hold your gaze for a couple seconds before turning back on the road. His smile isn’t teasing anymore. It’s soft and sincere, and it makes your heart beat a little faster.
“I always miss you.” He admits softly and you swear your chest hurts.
“Always?” You ask in wonder.
“Mm. I miss you right now.” His hand squeezes yours and you’re worried he can feel how clammy your palm has gotten.
“Shut up.” You look away bashfully, suddenly the road seems more fascinating than ever.
“I thought you liked hearing me say it.” He brings your intertwined hands to his chest, the back of your palm flush against his heart. “Say it back.”
You turn to look at him again and a sigh escapes your lungs. You’ve long accepted that he’s goingto be the death of you.
“I always miss you too.”
“Good.” Another kiss lands on the back of your hand. “We’ll facetime, right?” He asks in a heartbeat, like it’s been sitting at the tip of his tongue for a while. So sweet, you think.
“I thought that was a given.”
_
As you walk through the streets of the vibrant town and the crowd of the market, Haechan never lets go of your hand. And when your fingers get cold, he hides your intertwined hands in the pocket of his thick jacket, protecting you from the low temperature and the ocean breeze.
He keeps his promise and treats you both to hot chocolate and churros. His laugh is heartwarming when you eat the first one so eagerly you get syrup on your chin. He quickly wipes it with his thumb before licking the digit instinctively, most likely not realising what the simple gesture does to you.
You laugh hard when he curses at any birds that so much as dare to fly close to him. “Oh sh- fuck off!” He shouts, ducking down in frenzy. “Yah! I swear they smell the fear.” His boba eyes so wide, they could pop out. His cute pout is irresistible in combination with how red his nose is from the cold. Again, one word comes to mind. Love.
“Can we watch the sunset?” You plead like a child in a theme park that’s too excited to try the next ride.
“Anything you want, baby.” He reassures with the sweetest of smiles, the corners of his eyes creasing.
His arms encircle you from behind, keeping you warm as you lean against the railing of the small pier, capturing photos of the pretty hues of orange and pink reflecting on the ocean. The sound of waves crashing is nothing but calming.
“So pretty.” You sigh, admiring the view, and he agrees with a soft hum, kissing the top of your head, making you feel flustered, even though it’s the simplest of gestures. It feels intimate, your eyes fluttering shut for a few seconds as you allow yourself to bask in his warmth and in the heat that takes over your cheeks. The sea breeze much needed now.
“Y/N?” Your name almost comes out in a whisper. You hear him anyway.
“Hm?” You lean further into him, temple rubbing against his stubbly chin as you wait for him to speak again.
“I love you.”
The confession doesn’t necessarily shock you. It certainly succeeds at stealing your breath away, though. He waits patiently as you process the weight of it.
You slowly turn around, and his hold around you loosens, hands dropping to your waist, the rustling sound of your puffers rubbing almost deafening. There are people nearby, taking photos and admiring the pretty sunset just like you were a few seconds ago, but you don’t mind them.
It’s not that his confession wasn’t convincing, but when your eyes meet his, for some reason, you know he means every single syllable.
“You do?” You whisper dreamily as your hands grab at the collar of his jacket, pulling him closer. Your cold noses brush lightly with the nod he quickly gives you, not a second wasted.
“I’m like, so for real.” He bites on his lip, and you can’t stop the breath you exhale that comes out with a tiny laugh.
“Good thing I love you too then. For real.” You whisper, and you don’t know who closes the gap, but his lips are on yours in an instant. You feel dizzy, like you’re having difficulty finding your balance. Thankfully he’s there, and he’s the anchor that holds you to the ground.
His palms cradle your jaw, fingers cold on your skin, but you welcome the feeling. “Please, be my girlfriend.” He utters softly against your lips, and you nod eagerly, noses bumping clumsily as you kiss him again, aching to be as close to him as possible. “Say you want to. I need to hear you.”
“I want to be your girlfriend, Lee Haechan.” You utter the words as clearly as you can, eyes fluttering open to look in his warm ones, his brown irises reflecting the golden sky. Your hands slide down to his chest as you admire his pretty features, trying to regulate your breathing.
“I swear,” he exhales shakily. “You make me feel fucking insane.” His eyes are moving around your face, like he’s trying to make sure you’re real, his thumbs firm on your cheeks.
“Seems like we’re still on the same page.” You hope he catches on your subtle reference to the first night you spent together.
“Always, baby.” His smile says it all.
_
“Jesus, my hands are freezing.” You complain as a shiver passes through you when you settle back on the passenger seat. Your rub your palms together, bringing them closer to your mouth, trying to warm them up as you breathe against them.
Haechan turns the key in the ignition once before proceeding to turn the aircon on, hot air hitting your skin faintly, but it’s still not enough to warm you up. He then leans closer, body twisted at the waist as he engulfs your hands in his. You shudder when he brings them close to his own lips like you did a second ago, hot puffs of air slowly bringing your numb hands back to life, blood starting to flow properly again. You sigh in relief, fingers wiggling in his hold as you move them to hold his face and he winces at the contrast of your cold skin against his, making you both giggle.
“Come here.” He gently pulls you closer by the wrists and you can’t help but oblige.
You clumsily climb over the centre console, lips finding his in a heartbeat when you settle in his lap, straddling his thighs, knees on either side of his hips. Your arms wrap around his neck, hands holding the back of his head, nails scratching his scalp lightly, and he lets out a pretty sound, resembling a whimper.
The kiss is slow and dreamy, almost innocent, cold noses squished against each other’s cheeks as you both breathe heavily, refusing to pull away.
His hands caress your thighs, treading upwards and stopping at the zipper of your thick puffer jacket, undoing it quickly, and you don’t hesitate to drop your hands from him, helping him remove the thick layer from your body, before doing the same with his.
“Take this off too. Wanna feel you.” He mutters into the kiss, frantically pulling at the hem of your jumper. Another layer off and out of his way as you’re left in a thin tank top and bra. Without you asking, he quickly removes his hoodie, his head getting stuck in the neckline for a moment, and you burst out laughing as you help untangle him.
“Sexy.” You tease, holding back a giggle when his face comes into view again. He’s left in a black t-shirt now, hair all messy, strands flying in all directions, and he lets out a bashful whine at his clumsiness, the thick hoodie hitting the passenger seat. He looks up at you again, eyes meeting in a loving stare, giddy smiles inevitable.
“Hi.” You lean closer, seeking his warmth, hands settling on either side of his neck as your thumbs stroke his jaw affectionately.
“Hi.” His arms wrap around your middle, pulling you as close as possible, chests pressed together, your centre directly on his crotch.
You feel everything.
The pattern of his breathing, the calming thud of his heart against your chest, his hot breath against your wet lips, the tip of his nose grazing yours. Everything.
“I love you.” He whispers in the thick air of the car, and your eyes close, the words consuming you. “You’re it, Y/N.” It feels like he’s confessing all over again, and you can’t breathe.
“I love you too.” You answer him in the same desperate tone, the yearning more than evident. “So much.” The feeling in your chest so heavy, you think you might disappear. “My Hae-bear.” Your fingers slowly trace his jaw, thumb caressing his chin, feeling the light stubble, then his pretty lips, over the outline of his cupid’s bow lightly, before traveling to the apple of his cheek as your eyes follow each movement of your hand, taking in his beautiful features and the blush of his cheeks as you worship him.
One of his hands slides up your back, fingers curling around your nape, pushing you forwards, eliminating the gap between your lips successfully. He sighs through his nose, his shoulders relaxing as you kiss him back, melting in his secure arms. You both moan when you move your hips, his length trapped directly under your heat, and you can feel the outline of him even through the layers. The need in your belly impossible to ignore as he kisses you silly.
“Would it be terrible if we fucked in the backseat?” You manage to ask between hurried kisses; lips wet against his.
“You want our first time as boyfriend and girlfriend to be in a parking lot?” He feigns judgment, his smirk difficult to conceal.
“It’s more of a viewpoint, no? Would be memorable.” You gesture to the ocean, through the window. “Sea looks pretty.”
“You look prettier.” He retorts, like he couldn’t hold the words back and you scoff playfully.
“Cheeseball.” You murmur before cradling his face and crashing your lips into his again, hungrier this time, more daring as you grind down on him. He sighs into the kiss, hands dragging down your sides, touching you all over, feeling you until they reach the curve of your ass. Fingers extending, grabbing shamelessly and squeezing like he owns your body. And he does. You’re undeniably his.
“Mmh, want you so bad.” He moans in your mouth, and it’s almost as if you can taste the words.
“You have me, baby.” You assure him, trailing your lips down his jaw, kissing sloppily along the column of his neck. He whines when you suck harshly on the sensitive skin, tongue soothing the area, and you can’t contain your sharp exhale when his hips raise, pushing against yours on instinct. His hand finds the back of your head, tugging against the hair to force you to look at him again. You’re both panting, pupils blown out, lips wet and swollen.
“Get in the back.” He instructs, not harsh but determined, eyes dangerous. “Now.” Maybe a little harsh, but fuck, you love it when he’s dominant, when he makes you feel weak but powerful at the same time. Because as much as he’s got you wrapped around his little finger, you know you get to be the only one who breaks his strong resolve. And you both know you could easily turn the tables if you really wanted to. But you let him take the lead. Because you want him to. Because you trust him to. And that itself holds more than enough power.
Without a word you scramble over to the back not-so-gracefully and he eagerly follows. The car fills with giggles as you both struggle to accommodate yourselves in the backseat. Your squeal when he playfully pinches your behind and you give him a light kick not sure where to aim but getting him anyway.
You both eventually land on each seat respectively; your back is against one car door and his against the opposite side. Your eyes find his, cheeks hurting from the smile you’re sporting and his expression mirrors yours as you stare at each other. No touching, just admiring. You rest your head back against the window, without breaking eye contact and he leans forward, lifting both your legs, resting your feet on his lap. He slowly starts untying your shoelaces and the gesture, while simple, feels so intimate at the same time, making your poor heart thud in your ribcage.
Your shoes come off, followed by your socks and you wiggle your toes when they’re free, earning a cheeky grin from him. His hand travels under the bottom of your jeans, fingers wrapping around your calf, thumb stoking gently, causing goosebumps to raise on your skin.
“Strip.” He breaks the silence. Voice low, smooth but the command clear, gaze soft but stern. No room for argument. So, you follow through.
Your arms cross in front of you, as you tug at the hem of your top, dragging the piece of clothing over your head. Once it’s off, you sit up, removing your feet from his lap and he lets you, waiting patiently as he watches your every move. The button of your jeans comes undone, the sound of the zipper so loud in the deafening silence. Your feet plant on the car floor, raising off the seat as your push your trousers along with your panties down, leaving your bottom half completely naked.
“Bra too.” He whispers and your hands move automatically, undoing the clasp at the back, as you hold his gaze, refusing to back down, even though you feel scrutinised. You let the straps slide down your arms and soon the garment joins the rest of your clothes.
“Back against the door. Face me.” You follow, resuming your previous position.
“Legs spread, let me see you.” You follow.
“Eyes on me.” You follow.
“Good girl.” Your eyes almost close at the praise, moan stuck in your throat.
“Touch yourself.” What?
“Huh?” You question, clearly confused.
“You heard me.” His eyebrow raises, making a point. “Wanna watch you.”
“It’s just me, baby.” He reassures you softly, sensing your hesitation, lips pursing as he seems to be holding back a grin. “Just your Hae.” He whispers, but you hear it anyway. The moan you were holding back, escapes your throat in a whimper and you find yourself wanting to give him everything. Anything he wants. So, you nod. “Yeah?” He checks, making sure you’re into it.
“You know I’ll do it.” You point out sarcastically.
He shrugs. “Consent is sexy.” His words make you let out a laugh, and you instantly feel your body relax, because he really is just your Hae.
You make yourself comfortable as you trail a hand between your spread legs, cupping your heat, realising how wet you already are. Your head drops back against the window again as you run your middle and ring fingers between your folds, teasing yourself.
“That’s it, go slow.” His voice comes out in a tremble as he watches, completely enamoured.
Your fingers glide from your entrance to your clit, spreading the wetness, slowly circling the bundle of nerves and your moan echoes in the quiet. Hesitation and shyness leave you completely as you egg yourself on, pleasure taking over. You allow your eyes to close as you rub faster, more determined circles now, imagining that Haechan is the one touching you instead and it almost feels real. Almost. You bend your knees more, bringing them closer to your chest, opening yourself up completely, giving your boyfriend the full view of your aching pussy.
“Can I make myself cum?” You seek for permission with a trembling voice, eyes finding his, pleading as your movements quicken, fingers rubbing harder.
“Yeah, baby, go ahead.” He nods and your eyes trail downwards, taking in the sinful image of him palming himself through his jeans. You whine, missing his touch already, your fingers not feeling quite the same as his.
You move the digits downwards, sliding them inside your wet heat with a loud moan, eyes rolling back at the stretch. You curl upwards, tickling that gummy spot, biting down on your lip as you start fingering yourself. Your pace not too quick, not too slow, palm brushing against your swollen clit each time you push in, but you want more. You want him.
“Feel good?” He asks, sounding like he’s in pain and you desperately want to look at him, but you can’t seem to be able to force your eyes open, so you frantically nod as you quicken your pace, squelching sounds filling the car now.
“Words, baby.”
“Yes.” You choke out in frustration.
“Better than when I do it?” He teases and you can hear the smirk.
“No.” You answer truthfully, because even though it does feel good, it doesn’t compare to what his touch does to you. It simply can’t compare to how he handles your body like it’s second nature. The thought brings you closer to the edge, breathing shallow, legs twitching slightly and you bring your free hand up, groping your boob, seeking for something to hold onto. “Fuck, Hae, please touch me.”
“I’m here.” You hear shuffling and when you manage to open your eyes, he’s already moved closer, towering over you now as he sits on his knees between your legs. “Keep going, baby. I know you’re close.” He encourages, hands resting on your inner thighs, holding you open, as you desperately keep fucking into your cunt, palm slapping on your clit now and you bask in the warmth his hands radiate against your skin. “Fuck, look at you.” He exhales in awe, and your mouth drops open, pussy quivering around your digits. “Can’t believe you’re my girlfriend.” His words make you mewl, hand leaving your breast to grab onto his forearm as his hands caress your skin, thumbs grazing your puffy outer lips, lightly pulling them apart.
“Gonna cum.” You whisper and when the pads of your fingers graze against your sweet spot just right, you let go. Your body starts shaking, thighs threatening to close, but he holds them open, anchoring you as you’re close to losing all sense of sanity.
“That’s it, baby.” His breathing sounds frantic, hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs as you keep fucking into your tight hole until the pleasure becomes too much for you to handle. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
The second you remove your fingers, hand cupping your heat, offering the sensitive area some comfort, his fingers wrap around your wrist and your eyes open when you feel wet warmth engulfing them. His lips are sensually sucking around the soaked digits, tasting your release as his eyes close with a sigh.
You don’t have enough time to comprehend what happens next. One second, he’s grabbing your ankle, dragging you further down on the seat, so you’re lying down completely, and the next, he’s lapping at your sensitive cunt, tongue flat, dragging between your folds before dipping into your entrance, fucking into you, startling you. You grab at his hair, pulling in surprise, but it only spurs him on. He moans as he keeps tongue fucking you, the muscle firm and unforgiving as you’re struggling to take the intense pleasure he’s forcing onto you.
“Oh, f-fuck.” You choke out, and just when you’re starting to get used to the repeated intrusion, he switches it up, moving upwards, lips circling your throbbing clit, sucking harshly, making your body convulse. “Oh my god, please, please, please.” You cry out, not sure what you’re begging for.
His fingers join, two of them shoving into you, starting to fuck you hard and fast and you swear you’re starting to lose your goddamn mind, drowning in delight. You’re on the verge of coming again, just a few seconds after a high you’re still recovering from.
The tip of his tongue circles your clit slowly, so softly it’s barely there, contrasting the force his fingers are working with inside of you. It feels so good, your focus dancing from one feeling to the other and when he sensually dribbles a glob of spit on your clit, watching it trickle down to where his long fingers are so expertly stretching you open, the coil inside of you breaks again. You throw your head back against the car seat, letting it all consume you as you cry out incoherent words along with his name, back arching, thighs trembling around his head.
He groans when your fingers pull too hard at his hair, seeming to enjoy the pain as you shake beneath him.
You keep your eyes closed, hearing him move around, assuming he’s finally removing his own clothes, and you don’t know whether to be scared or excited for what’s coming next.
When your eyelids finally flutter open, you feel the burn of want blooming again in your belly, your core pulsing at the erotic sight of him rolling a condom on, fully naked now. You assume he’s chosen to play it safe this time, not trusting himself to just pull out, and you’re thankful that he’s more level-headed than you are, considering you would’ve undoubtedly let him take you raw without a second thought.
“You planning on breaking me tonight, or what?” You joke in a hoarse voice, breathing still erratic.
“You said you wanted to fuck in the backseat.” He points out casually, smirk back on his face as he leans down, weight trapping you against the seat, hips pinning yours down, arms on either side of your head as he nuzzles his nose with yours. The gesture sweet, making the butterflies in your stomach go frantic. “Whatever baby wants, baby gets.” He pecks on your lips, smiling against you as you chase after him when he pulls his face away to look at you again.
“Baby won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” You whine, trying to make it sound like you’re complaining when you’re really not.
“I’ll carry you.” His sincere eyes leave no room for doubt. Your heart soars and he seals the promise with another kiss, this time a little longer, allowing you to pucker your lips and kiss him back lazily.
“You know,” He speaks again, lips grazing yours now. “There’s times I wanna fuck the shit out of you, throw you around, make you beg.” He briefly sucks on your bottom lip, letting it snap back and you whimper at the unfiltered confession. “And then there’s times I-” He hesitates and you’re not having it.
“Yeah?” You urge him to continue, hands caressing his spine.
“Other times...I wanna be good to you, treat you like a queen.”
“You always treat me like a queen.” You smile lovingly, heart so full of him.
“You deserve it.” He murmurs, hands cradling your head, thumbs caressing your temples slowly, his touch so delicate, as though he’s scared you’ll disappear. “That, and so much more.” He finally kisses you like you want him to. Gentle, but the pressure is there and it’s enough to cause your insides to twist and your eyes to water.
It should be illegal to feel this much love for someone, to hand your heart out to them and trust them not to break it. You would never ask of anyone to look after your heart, but you know Haechan will do it regardless, you desperately want to do the same for him. You want to take care of him with all your being, make him feel as safe as he makes you feel and hold him the way he holds you, ever so tenderly.
“What about now? You gonna make me beg?” You whisper the question, afraid to ruin the beautiful silence surrounding you.
“Nah, no begging tonight.”
You’re the one who closes the gap this time, plush lips soft as always against yours, giving into you, his mouth opening, letting you dip your tongue in to savour his familiar taste, hands cupping his cheeks, holding him close as he slips a hand between your bodies. You eagerly raise your hips, as he blindly guides his length to your soaked entrance, panting against your mouth, breaths mingling as he gently nudges your folds with the head, slowly stretching you open as he pushes in. The glide so easy due to your arousal, that you sigh in relief when he bottoms out.
“So perfect.” He exhales, making your eyes water again as he starts moving, pulling out and thrusting back in slow as ever, grinding a little when your hips meet. “Fucking made for me.”
You desperately wrap your arms around his neck, clinging onto him, nails digging into his shoulders as you bury your face in his neck, and he does the same. His breathing is heavy against your skin as you both lose yourselves in the intimacy and the pleasure.
“Hae, baby, please.” You mumble in ecstasy as he quickens the pace a little, knowing what you’re asking for. He’s pumping into your heat at the perfect rhythm, hitting all the right spots without being rough. Your trembling moan cuts through the crammed space of the car when he starts sucking on your collarbone, biting and licking, leaving a mark, branding you as his. “You’re so good to me.” You whisper, your hands nestling in his hair, legs spreading further apart when his hips gain more motion.
He raises his head to look at your face, moaning when your eyes meet and if he looks so destroyed you can only imagine how fucked out you look under him.
“Wanna try something.” He whispers breathlessly. “Can we?”
“Uh-huh.” You quickly nod, granting him permission.
“Think you can sit on your knees and turn around for me?”
“But I wanna be able to look at you.” You pout and he breathes out a laugh at your frown.
“Just trust me. If you don’t like it, we can change back to missionary.” He kisses your cheek, waiting for your approval and when you give in with a simple ‘okay’, he sits up, pulling out slowly, giving you space as you move to get into the new position.
“Put your hands on the window for a sec.” He suggests softly into your shoulder before landing a gentle kiss on it, hands taking hold of your hips from behind, helping you shuffle back closer to him as you support yourself on the window like he said.
“Oh, shit.” You curse when you feel his tip breaching your snug entrance again, the position making the stretch far more intense than usual. The burn difficult to ignore but welcome.
“Fuck, spread your legs a bit.” He taps on your outer thighs and you oblige. A grunt leaves him due to the tightness, your pussy clenching and unclenching as he starts to thrust in shallowly first, sinking in inch by inch; pulling out and pushing in a little more each time, until he’s fully seethed in, his hips flush against your ass.
“You okay?” He checks, hands caressing your sides, the touch comforting as you adjust to his thickness from the new angle.
“Yeah, just feels intense.”
“Good intense?” He grinds forward slowly, testing the waters and you whimper at the fullness.
He’s never been deeper.
“Yeah, I think so.” You wiggle your ass a bit, and he moans with a short-breathed laugh.
“Lean back into me.” His hands take hold of your arms, bringing your upper body closer, your back moulding into his sweaty chest, his warmth an instant comfort. He’s positioned you so you’re practically sat in his lap while kneeling with your knees far apart, his cock deep inside you from underneath as he leans on his haunches. His arms circle your body, one securely wrapping just below your boobs, the other resting on your lower abdomen, helping you move your hips with his.
“Oh my god.” Your head leans back into the dip of his shoulder as he starts moving, fucking up into you at a languid pace and you turn your head, nosing at his jaw, eyes barely open but you catch him looking down at your body over your shoulder, taking in your nakedness and the way you fit so perfectly in his arms. You reach behind you, grabbing onto his nape as you start moving, meeting his thrusts halfway and when you quicken the pace, he matches you with a low grunt.
“Yes, fuck, that’s it.” He praises and your eyes shut completely, allowing yourself to just feel everything he’s doing to you.
His thrusts become more intense now, hips starting to slap against your ass and you let out a shaky breath as you try to keep up, back arching against his front. “Feels so good.” You mutter against his jaw, lips grazing his skin.
“I know, baby.” The hand on your tummy starts trailing down, finding your clit. You whine when three of his fingers start flicking the swollen nub sideways, stimulating your body to the maximum. You unintentionally try to move away from the pleasure, but to no avail, causing his cock to drive deeper into you, the oxygen leaving your lungs, an unrecognisable sound escaping your throat. “Just take it.” He whispers against your open mouth, lips touching yours gently, without really kissing you.
The wet slaps of skin on skin become louder, filling the car space and you feel your tits bouncing, nipples fully erect from the movement, even though untouched. The tip of his cock is kissing your sweet spot repeatedly as the pads of his fingers keep abusing your poor clit. Your knees spread even further apart on the seat, dragging against the harsh material, and he moans, as though he feels your pleasure.
“Fuck, Y/N, look at me.” And you do, his plea impossible not to give into. “There’s my girl.” He looks so fucked out, eyes hooded, sweat dripping down his temples, fringe messy, lips a deep shade of pink, swollen and so irresistible. The unholy sight makes you clench around him and his eyes shutting momentarily is your sign that he feels everything at the same intensity you do. “You gonna cum, hm?” He asks with a trembling voice, his gentle tone contrasting the brutal pace of his hips ploughing into you from behind, barely pulling out before thrusting back in. You can only muster the strength to nod, vocal cords out of function unless it’s to produce a moan. He nods along with you, understanding your silence, too lost in the bliss. “C’mon, baby, make a mess for me.”
He kisses you sloppily, tongues tangling, spit coating your chins, as you both practically drool against each other’s mouths. “Ah fuck, I’m- it’s too much, I c-can't-”
“You can, I’ve got you.” The brutal strokes on your clit become gentle, slow circles as he tries not to overwhelm you and that’s when you feel the warmth spreading. Tingles shoot from your core down your legs, making your toes curl. Your orgasm is so close you can almost taste it as your stomach muscles contract and your nails dig into the back of his scalp, holding onto him desperately.
“F-fuck, baby, please cum with me.” He whispers into your mouth. The hand that’s holding your waist moves up, groping your breasts before sliding up your sternum, wrapping around the base of your neck, putting light pressure on your pulse points and you’re done for.
Your jaw slackens, fingers wrap around his wrist hopelessly searching for some kind of support, eyes rolling back as your body violently trembles, cunt clenching around him, kneading his cock and triggering his own orgasm, making him spill in the condom with a drown out moan. His hips continue to thrust clumsily, length sloppily pumping into you, making the most of the tight grip your walls have around him. The pathetic whine he lets out causes your pussy to clench even harder, milking him dry as he tries his best to drag both of your highs.
You feel ruined in the best way possible. Your breaths come out harsh and laboured, bordering hyperventilation and you allow your weight to slump back against him, as you slowly regain your senses. He holds you, like he always does, making you feel warm and safe in your vulnerable state.
You’re somewhat relieved that he’s as affected as you are; pants audible, hitting your sweaty skin, heart beating rapidly against your back and you smile deliriously, biting your bottom lip as you let out a sigh through your nose.
“What you smiling at?” He teases, hand dropping from your neck, coming to playfully squeeze your boob and you don’t even bother opening your eyes, already aware of his gaze on you.
“I can feel your heart.” You explain. “It’s fast.”
“Mm, so is yours.” He moves his hand from your breast, palm coming to press on your sternum, a little to the left, thumb stroking your collarbone. “Don’t flatter yourself, you’re just as down bad as I am.” He leans down to bite on your shoulder, making you giggle.
“Never said I wasn’t.” You reach behind you, groping his ass the second you find the perky muscle, and he hums as he leaves kisses from your shoulder to your neck, until he reaches your ear, tongue dipping out to lick your helix and you flinch with a whine, making him chuckle.
“Can I pull out? You keep clenching and my dick’s about to fall off.” You can hear the restraint in his voice, and you can’t help but snort at the fact that he’s asking for permission.
“Awh, poor Hae-bear..” You mock, making a baby voice at him but instantly allowing your walls to relax around him.
“Fuck.”
“Shit.”
You both hiss at the same time when he pulls out, hands flying to your hips as you lean forward putting yours on the window, cringing at the squelching sound that echoes around the car.
“Oh fuck, the windows.” You utter in surprise as your hands slide down the glass, leaving fingerprints through the condensation.
“Oops.” He chuckles as you turn to look behind you, catching a glimpse of him tying the condom in a knot and shoving it back in its torn foil wrapper as best as he can.
You look down, in search of your clothes and after you’ve managed to put your panties back on, he reaches for your arm, hand wrapping delicately around your wrist. You look up in question when he gently pulls you towards him. He’s just in his boxers now, still looking too good for his own good, even though messy hair and sweat cling to his skin.
He’s glowing.
“Lie down with me for a bit.” He gives you the sweetest smile and you find yourself mirroring his expression.
“It’s cold though, and I’m all sweaty.” You pout, running a hand through your hair, trying to tame the strands and feeling the dampness on your forehead.
“There’s a blanket under the seat in front of you.” He points his chin towards the driver's seat, and you furrow your eyebrows as you bend down, hand blindly searching for anything that resembles a blanket, which you easily find.
“Why do you have this in here?” You question with narrowed eyes, suspicion brewing under your tone as you throw the blanket at him, hitting him in the face earning a dramatic yelp from him.
“I suspected that we might engage in sexual activities.” He sticks his tongue out in mockery, and you reach over to swat his arm, making him giggle.
You snort at his silliness. “So, you don’t just keep it in here at all times?” You raise an eyebrow as you shuffle closer when he settles back against the car door, half lying down half sat up. His legs spread for you to settle in between and you do; chin resting on his chest as you look up at him, breasts squishing against his tummy. He throws the blanket over your half naked bodies, trapping your head under it to annoy you, laughing when your kick your feet like a little kid and when he uncovers your face, he sports a shocked expression, like an adult would if they were playing peekaboo with a toddler.
You pinch his nipple in revenge, and he lets out the cutest ‘ow ow ow’ laughing at the same time. “Are you avoiding the question?” You test with all the seriousness you can muster in such a comical situation, frown threatening to break.
He smirks, tongue poking against his cheek as he pushes your hair aways from your face, combing through the tangled mess before wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “No, I don’t just keep it in here. As a matter of fact, I grabbed it from the house earlier, before I came to pick you up.” He says sassily.
“So, you’ve never had sex in this car before?”
“That’s a totally different question.” His smirk doesn’t falter, and you raise both your eyebrows this time, expectantly. He gives in with a sigh. “Does it really matter?”
“Just curious.” You shrug, feigning nonchalance.
“I have.” He admits, voice stable, hands stroking through your hair, lightly scratching your scalp, making you feel drowsy, but you fight against the feeling. “This is the first time it’s actually meant something though.” His expression is more serious now and you believe him.
“Hmmm,” You assess skeptically, smile impossible to hide. “Nice save.” Your arms slither under his, hands squeezing around his biceps, before stroking up and down his damp skin, earning a cheeky grin from him.
“Damn, she’s possessive.” He bites down on his lip provocatively and you swear if you weren’t so spent you’d ride the shit out of him right there and then.
“Got a problem with that?”
He shakes his head in refusal. “Nah, far from it.” He lightly tugs at your hair, gaze alluring as he watches you, his other hand sliding down your body to squeeze your ass. “I’m with you on that. What’s mine is mine.” He squeezes harder. “Like this ass for example.”
You snort loudly at his ridiculous words, face burying in his chest as you laugh quietly and he joins you. “I’m serious.” He feigns exasperation.
“You’re also stupid.”
“Yeah, stupidly in love with you.” He says with a dramatic pout, but you know he means it and the words make you feel lightheaded. You leave a sweet kiss on his sternum, and another one, and another one before leaning your head down completely, resting your cheek there.
“Good.” You murmur, eyes closing at the grounding beat of his heart. “Cause this ass is in love with you too.” You say with a satisfied smile that even though he can’t see, you know he can hear it in your voice and he laughs loudly.
“That’s a sick way of saying you love me back.” He tightens his arms around you, squeezing you against him. “I like it.”
You spend a few minutes just lying there in silence, basking in the comfort of each other’s presence and warmth. Your fingers start tracing silly patterns on his ribs and he hums in satisfaction. You wonder if he can define the badly made sketches; a little arrow heart, then a little smiley face, then a simple heart, a butterfly and finally a tiny little flower.
“I have something I wanna give you.” He breaks the comfortable silence and taps his fingers on your waist, to get your attention, making your head shoot up immediately, curiosity blooming within you.
“Okay?” Your uncertainty obvious.
“You might think it’s supper cheesy.” His attention somewhere behind you, refusing to look at you. You think shy Haechan might be your favourite. A rarity.
“Babyyy,” You coo, sitting up to straddle him so you can look at him properly. Your hands cradle his face, forcing his eyes on yours. “Show me.” You lean in, leaving a cute kiss on the corner of his lips. “Please?” You whisper, nose nuzzling against his.
“Fine.” He gives in, like a stubborn child, lips pouting and all. “Promise not to laugh.”
“I promise.” You offer your pinky and he intertwines it with his, sealing the agreement with a sigh.
“Okay.” He bends own sideways, in search of something and when he finds his jeans he digs his hand into the front pocket, quickly snatching whatever he was looking for. You wrap the blanket around your shoulders to minimise the chilliness now that you haven’t got his warmth surrounding you.
He sits up and holds his hand out for you. You face your palm up, waiting for him to drop the item. A small memory stick lands on your hand and before you get the chance to wonder, he’s already explaining.
“Think of it as a mixtape.” He says hurriedly as you inspect the tiny object with fascination. “Some songs we’ve talked about and some just- well, I think of you when I listen to them.” He refuses to look at you again, eyes on his hands as he fiddles with the blanket that’s hanging off your shoulders.
“Wh- I um-” You cut yourself off, still comprehending his words as your poor heart is about to jump out of your chest. You shake your head slightly, as though it’s going to clear up the haze in your brain. “Why would I laugh at you for this?” You ask in disbelief.
“I dunno, I just thought-”
“Haechan.” You say sternly and you realise it almost sounds like you’re scolding him when he looks up at you, boba eyes wider than ever. Your scoot up closer, craving his touch and he instantly brings his hands up to hold on your waist, under the blanket. “This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. Not just the mixtape. This whole fucking day.” You rest your empty hand on his chest, where his heart thuds at an increased rate. “Baby, you have the kindest heart,” You grab one of his hands, bringing it to your chest, pressing his palm just above your own heartbeat. “And I don’t know if mine is as good as yours, but you have it. It’s all yours.”
He stays quiet, eyes glued to where you’ve got his hand pressed as he breathes deeply and you give him time to process. He finally leans forward, arms wrapping tightly around you, bringing you as close as possible, and his face buries in your chest. You melt at the sweetness, the hand that’s not holding the memory stick, wraps around his nape, gingerly stroking the back of his head as he exhales heavily against your skin. Your nose buries in his hair, eyes closing in contentment and you wonder what you did in your previous life to deserve this man.
“I’ll keep it safe.” He whispers. “I promise.”
_
A year since Chenle’s party.
You wake up thinking it’s Monday, panic raising in your gut as you quickly reach for your phone. You immediately groan when you realise it’s actually Sunday and you can enjoy your lie in.
You shut your eyes again, rolling over, blindly reaching for the warmth of your boyfriend only to be met with the cold sheets. You whine, not having the energy to get up and look for him.
The few months after graduation have been chaos. New apartment, first job in the big city, new people every day. It was all fun and games in the beginning, but when reality settled in, you realised that the weekends are what really matters. You can rest and do as you please without being micromanaged, but mostly you can properly spend time with your favourite boy in the whole world. Your sweet Hae. The best boyfriend ever, who’s starting to become the best roommate ever.
Some of your friends thought it was totally absurd when you decided to ask Haechan to move in with you less than a year into your relationship, and it probably was, but you’d already made up your mind by that point. His very loud ‘FUCK YEAH’ was enough indication that you had made the right choice and the fact that he was already crashing at your place at least three days a week had been enough reassurance anyway.
His jumpers were already in your wardrobe, his boxers in your underwear drawer, his toothbrush next to yours, his favourite drinks and snacks in your kitchen and his PlayStation already connected to your TV. He said he trusted you more with it because the boys are little shits, which is true, but you knew it was just an excuse for him to come over more. And who were you to deny yourself the simple pleasure of his company.
The only things that have been added to your apartment since he properly moved in are his desk, PC set up and gaming chair in your office space as well as his electric piano in that living room corner that you always thought felt empty but couldn’t find anything to fill it with. It just made sense.
When your eyes flutter open again, you realise you must have fallen asleep. The time on your phone showing 10:30 instead of the tragic 7:00 you were faced with earlier is enough evidence. The spot next to you is now warm again, occupied by the one person you always look for every single time you wake up.
“Hey sleepy head.” He greets quietly when you shuffle closer, resting your head on his sternum.
“Mmmm.” You mumble sleepily, nuzzling your face in his naked chest, his warmth comforting you. “Where’d you go earlier?”
“Mum called. Didn’t wanna wake you.” He explains as he keeps scrolling through his phone, his free arm coming to wrap around your shoulders, allowing you to get more comfortable.
“Is everything okay?” You crane your neck slightly to look up at him, resting your palm on his ribs.
“Yeh, all good, she just wanted to check what our plans are for Christmas.” He gives you a sweet kiss on the forehead, causing your eyes to close again and the corners of your mouth to rise in a delighted smile.
“It’s October.” Your statement comes out more like a question and Haechan chuckles.
“The woman loves to plan ahead.” His fingers thread through your messy hair, making you shiver.
“She’s so cute.” You coo, fondly reminiscing on the first time you met Haechan’s mum at their family home and how welcome she made you feel. Apparently, you were the first girl he’d ever brought home apart from his kindergarten girlfriend, and that was a big deal to her. You swear you left that house happier and definitely heavier from all the food she forced on your plate.
“She said she wants you there.” Haechan sets his phone down, slightly sitting up but still holding you close and you hear him take a sip, the strong smell of coffee invading your senses.
“I could come for new year’s. Don’t think my fam would be happy if I ditched them on Christmas day, ya know?” You sit up a little, head resting on his shoulder now, face hiding in his neck.
“She said they’re invited too.” Your hand stops stroking his side for a split second, letting the words sink in before resuming. “No pressure, obviously, just think about it.” He rests his head on top of yours for a moment before taking another sip from his mug.
“I’ll ask.” You affirm with a kiss on his pulse point, and he hugs you closer, his nose nuzzling in your hair as he rests the coffee cup on his tummy.
“Good.” You can hear the smile in his voice. God, you love him.
Your alarm starts going off, which you instantly find bizarre, considering you rarely set one on weekends. “The fuck.” You blindly reach behind you and when you fail to locate your phone, Haechan helps you out, quickly grabbing the ringing device. When the disturbing alarm noise doesn’t stop, you force your eyes open to look at the screen that your boyfriend is currently staring at. “What?” You blink a few times, trying to adjust your sleepy eyes and when you manage to read the alarm title, you let out a shocked laugh. “Oh my god.” You grab the phone, instantly sitting up, feeling more awake than ever.
‘Ask Haechan about his songwriting’ reads the title of the reminder you’d set up exactly a year ago in Chenle’s kitchen. Your eyes don’t hesitate to find his wide ones, amusement written all over his face.
“I fingered you on a balcony a year ago today and now I live with you.” He sounds proud, like he would pat himself on the back if he could. “Pretty sick if you ask me.” His eyebrows wiggle suggestively, and you snort at his silliness.
You pause the ringing and drop your phone somewhere on the messy sheets, before moving to steal the half full mug that still rests on his tummy. You straddle his middle, knees dipping on either side of him, panty-clad crotch flush against his stomach as you take a sip of the bitter drink.
“How’s the songwriting going then?” You ask casually, as if you don’t already know, and he smirks, resting his hands on your bare thighs.
“Hmm...” He tilts his head, pretending to think as he strokes your skin slowly, leaving goosebumps behind. “I suppose I’ve been feeling inspired lately.” He squeezes the flesh just under the hem of your (his) t-shirt in a teasing manner and you can’t help but feel shy, hiding your face behind the mug.
“Give me my coffee back, you noob.” He complains but doesn’t even move to claim it back when you set the mug on the bedside table.
“Just because you’re a little nerd, doesn’t mean I’m a noob.” You pinch his cheek playfully and he quickly turns his head, pretending to try and bite with a scrunch of his cute nose.
“To be fair, you play League of Legends better than most of my friends now. I’ve taught you well.” He nods proudly, patting your ass before lightly squeezing. “Can’t wait to see you in that little Jinx outfit for Halloween.” His tone provocative as he bites down on his lip.
You lean down; his head raises slightly, allowing your arms to wrap around his neck as his hands stay put on your bum. Not squeezing anymore, just resting.
“It’s honestly exhausting being the best girlfriend in the entire world.” You whine dramatically and he pouts with you.
“Awh, my pretty baby.” He puckers up, asking for a kiss, which you immediately give. The loud smooching sound he makes, causes you to giggle. “How can I make it up to you? I’ll be the best boyfriend in the whole world today just for you.” He leans up to give you another quick kiss.
“You already are.” You smile fondly and he giggles dramatically while shaking his shoulders in excitement. “You’re also a fucking idiot.” You chuckle at his childish antics.
“Yah, that’s no way of speaking to your sweet Hae-bear.” His arms come to wrap securely around your waist, holding you as close as possible, noses bumping. “Especially when he was just thinking of bringing you breakfast in bed.” His cute pout tugs at your heartstrings as though he’s not just being a dramatic little shit.
“Oh no.” You kiss his nose. “I’m sorry my sweet Hae-bear.” You move onto his cheek. “I take it back.” Onto the other cheek. “Does that breakfast include pancakes by any chance?” His lips are next, the kiss deeper than the previous ones, but still sweet.
“God, you’re such a spoilt brat.” He kisses you again, tongue darting out to briefly lick across your bottom lip before he pulls away again, leaving you wanting more.
“Whose fault is that?” You clap back before diving back in, your tongue dipping into his mouth this time, tasting him. His coffee might have tasted bitter, but he tastes nothing short of sweet. Like always.
“I guess mine.” He sighs against your lips, not really breaking the heated kiss as his hands dip under the t-shirt you’ve got on, blunt nails trailing up your spine, lightly scratching, making you shudder in his arms. “I like spoiling you though.”
“Mm, really? How come?” You pull back slightly to look at him; his smile big, breathing still a little shallow.
“Cause it makes you happy.” His words pull at the strings of your heart just right. You return the smile even bigger. “And I love making you happy.” Another smooch lands on your lips, playful this time. “And I guess I kinda love you.”
It’s been almost year, and the words still make your heart flutter the same way they did the first time he uttered them on that pier. He tells you every day. You both do. And it all still feels the same. Warm and safe.
You bury your face in his neck, breathing him in, basking in his natural scent, his soft skin and the steady thud of his heart against your chest. “I guess I kinda love you too.”
So much has changed in your life since Haechan became a part of it, but still, even after all these months, all the happiness and all the silly arguments, one thing remains the same; how you both always stay so aligned with each other. How you’re always, no matter what, on the same page.
pairing: donor! mark lee x client! reader | genre: smut | words: 9k+
warnings: STRICTLY 18+
an: just 9k of pure, filthy smut…i’m never making it to the gates of heaven. this idea came to me in a dream (a horny, wet dream) all because i fell asleep to a tiktok of jaemin spinning around in his little orgasm donor hoodie. insane what the mind can do. everyone give it up for the first donor! the birthday boy! my number one boy! mark lee! and my last gift to all of you. have fun reading! — with love, c.
you never thought it would get to this point. not because you were ashamed. but there was something about your twenty something’s, this far into adulthood, and still never having an orgasm that made you feel like your body was broken in a way you couldn’t explain.
you’d done everything — read every self help blog, followed the advice on reddit threads, bought a vibrator, a dildo, the rose toy that everyone said was guaranteed to give you a mind bending orgasm, you’d whispered your needs to your previous partners, even screamed at one or two, but no one ever got it right. no one ever got you there. not even yourself.
it started to feel like a cruel joke. something other people could have, just not you. until your best friend leaned in over lunch one lazy sunday, sipping her coffee and said, “have you ever heard of the neo orgasm clinic?”
“oh god,” you laughed, “like a place that teaches you how to come?”
she grinned, “not teaches. they do it for you. and it’s guaranteed.”
you blinked, “what? so i pay for someone to have sex with me?”
“you pay someone to make you orgasm,” she shrugged like it was no big deal, “wouldn’t be the craziest thing in the world,” she says, sipping her coffee with a sly smirk.
and just like that, a seed of curiosity, or maybe desperation, rooted itself in your chest.
✚ BOOK NOW ✚
signing up was easier than expected. discreet, elegant, clinical but not cold. you filled up the introductory form — name, age, contact information, payment details, then moved onto the deeper intake.
step 1: medical verification. a form requesting a recent full panel STI test within the last month.
step 2: sexual preferences & boundaries. the screen lit up with a list and instructions
check all acts you’re open to exploring with your donor. this does not guarantee they will occur. your donor will review and operate within your boundaries at all times.
you skimmed the list, heart racing just a little and checked the following:
☑️ bondage
☑️ choking
☑️ clitoral stimulation
☑️ domination
☑️ dirty talk
☑️ edging
☑️ fingering
☑️ kissing
☑️ impact play
☑️ nipple play
☑️ oral
☑️ orgasm control
☑️ praise
☑️ rough sex
☑️ spanking
☑️ spitting
☑️ vaginal penetration
you hovered over a few others. degradation? group sex? objectification? you skipped them. not this time. you weren’t here to be humiliated — you were here to figure out why the hell your body kept locking up the second anyone touched you like they meant it.
step 3: why are you booking this appointment?
you had to type. no multiple choice. just a blank box waiting to be filled. your fingers hesitate above the keyboard. then you answered:
i’ve never had an orgasm. not from another person. not from myself. i don’t know what’s wrong with me but i’m tired of pretending. i’m tired of faking it. i want to know what it actually feels like. i want to stop being in my head. just for once. i want to let go.
you hit submit before you could overthink it.
step 4: choose your donor.
you clicked through the digital profile list, fingers hovering each name. each donor were vetted, trained, screened and certified in pleasure — not jut sex. these weren’t porn stars. these were licensed professionals. this was science, chemistry and understanding the human body and psyche. or whatever the website said to make you feel better about booking an appointment.
you hovered each name. a few looked promising. one had nice eyes. one had “mean” listed as a keyword. another had glowing reviews for how “slow and gentle” he was.
but then you saw him — mark lee. top donor. most requested. five-star average across every review. the testimonials read like something between a religious experience and the aftermath of a natural disaster.
“didn’t even know my body could do all of that, my god.”
“sweet, respectful, and somehow still completely ruined me.”
“made me orgasm like i’ve never orgasmed before”
and the most repeated one of all:
“i always book mark when he’s available, he knows exactly what to do. a guaranteed orgasm. every time.”
you didn’t even hesitate. you clicked BOOK NOW.
Neo Orgasm Clinic Consultation: CONFIRMED
Donor: Mark Lee
Date of Consultation: July 29, 2025
you stared at your bedroom ceiling in the dark, heart pounding a little too fast. you didn’t know what to expect. you didn’t know what you’d feel. but for the first time in years, you felt hope. and maybe, if the reviews weren’t exaggerating, you were finally about to find out what it meant to feel like your body belonged to you.
✚ THE CONSULTATION ✚
you almost canceled. twice. was this morally questionable? maybe. was it completely insane? absolutely.
but you still showed up. your nerves were coiled so tight they felt like they’d snap with one wrong move. you’d picked out a simple outfit, nothing too suggestive, nothing too uptight. but still, as you sat in the pristine waiting lounge of the neo orgasm clinic, ankles crossed and fingers clenched around your bag strap, you felt entirely exposed.
everything about the clinic was calm, curated. the lighting was soft and golden, the walls a warm cream, subtle scent of lavender and eucalyptus filled the space. the kind of place that looked more like a boutique spa than a place where orgasms were clinically achieved.
even the receptionist was beautiful. sharp suit, glossy hair, delicate bone structure. his name tag read taeyong. he smiled when you walked in like he already knew everything about you. probably because he did.
“first consultation?,” he asked, tilting his head with a practiced sort of empathy.
you nodded, “is it that obvious?”
he chuckled, “only a little,” he teased, “but don’t worry, everyone’s nervous at first.”
taeyong pulled up your file on his screen, “you’ll be with mark today. he’s just finishing up. shouldn’t be more than a few minutes.”
your heart stuttered at the sound of his name. somehow, it felt heavier now. every second you spend in this clinic feeling more real than ever. this wasn’t a fantasy. this wasn’t a dream bordering into a nightmare. this was real. you were going to meet him…anytime now.
taeyong slid a sleek tablet across the desk, “while you wait, kindly review your file, click agree if no changes need to be made. consent is required for everything.”
you nodded, accepting the tablet and settling back in your seat. you skimmed your file one last time then submitted the form. the screen thanked you and welcomed you officially to the program.
exactly five minutes later, the door on the left of the receptionist table, labeled private suites opened with a soft click. and there he was. the man in the website. the top donor. real human being — mark lee.
you blinked. it was like seeing someone you’d only ever imagined walk into reality — all soft black hair, warm eyes, and a smile that was…surprisingly shy for someone with reviews like his. he was dressed in a simple black slacks and a fitted charcoal blazer, sleeves pushed up to reveal veined forearms and a silver watch. professional, polished, but somehow still boyish. he was speaking with someone. a girl that looked around your age. who’d look like she had just had the best time of her life. then she headed to taeyong and mark turned his focus towards you.
“hey,” he said, walking towards you and offering his hand, “you must be, ms. y/n.” you nod, placing your hand in his. his grip was firm, professional, “i’m mark. come follow me,” he said, guiding you toward the doors on the other side of the receptionist table labeled, consultation rooms, “no pressure,” he adds, shooting you a smile, “just talking today.”
the room felt like a cozy therapist’s office. a plush sofa, a low coffee table, a few plants. no examination table. no cold metal instruments. just comfort. mark sat across from you, legs crossed casually, an open tablet in his lap. he offered you water, asked if you were comfortable, then smiled before getting started.
“alright, let’s talk about you,” he said, voice low and calm, “why you’re here. what you’re hoping to get out of this experience.”
you hesitated. you’re sure he already knows. already looked at your file. but still, saying it out loud felt impossible. the words were caught somewhere between your throat and your pride.
“you can open up to me,” he urges softly, patiently, calmly, “we’re both here for you.”
you nodded, finally finding your voice, “ive…never had an orgasm.” you exhaled, eyes lowering, “i’ve tried…a lot…it just….doesn’t happen.”
mark didn’t blink. didn’t smirk. didn’t do anything to make you feel small. instead, he nodded slowly, like he’d heard this before. like it was okay. like you weren’t a complete helpless case. like you weren’t broken.
“thank you for telling me that,” he said softly, “i know it’s not easy to admit out loud but i want you know something — there’s nothing wrong with you.”
you looked up at him, sighing, “feels like there is.”
“i know,” he nodded, “but trust me, there are a million reasons why achieving an orgasm can be difficult — physical, mental, emotional, trauma-related, hormonal, sometimes just bad luck with partners. but it’s not permanent. and it’s not your fault.”
that made you smile, barely, but it was there. he smiled back, warm and nonchalant, “so, you’re not broken. you’re just…unsolved. that’s where i come in.” you swallowed hard. the warmth behind this words caught you off guard.
he tapped a few notes on his tablet before setting it aside, “here’s how this works,” he said, “you set the pace. we take our time. always. you can stop me and say no anytime. nothing happens without your permission. and we don’t even have to do the session unless you’re completely ready.”
you nodded slowly, processing his words, “okay.”
mark studied you for a beat, “do you want to tell me anything else you might have forgotten on your file?”
you hesitated, thinking, “i think i just…want to stop thinking so much. i get in my head. i start worrying about how i look, how i sound, if i’m being too much or not enough. it’s hard to stay in the moment.”
he leaned back, thoughtful, “so your mind is the roadblock.” he smiled a little, “that’s more common than you think.”
“do you really have a 100% success rate?” you asked quietly.
that made him laugh – not loud, not cocky, just amused in a warm way.
“our stats don’t lie,” he smiles, “but it’s because i take my time, i listen, i pay attention,” his voice dipped, “pleasure isn’t a race to the finish line. it’s a process. one i’d be honored to help you through.”
you felt your cheeks flush. he noticed and softened his voice even more, “you don’t have to decide today but if you’re comfortable, i’d be happy to schedule your first session.”
your pulse quickened, “...yes,” you said, voice barely above a whisper, "i want to.”
his smile returned, warm and sincere, “good,” he said, tapping his screen, “i’ll have taeyong reach out to confirm your appointment date.” he stood up, offering his hand again, “thank you for choosing me.”
you took it and this time your grip was steady, “see you soon, mark.”
Neo Orgasm Clinic Appointment: CONFIRMED
Client: Y/N L/N
Donor: Mark Lee
Date of Session: August 2, 2025
✚ THE APPOINTMENT ✚
you were early. too early. you sat in the same softly lit waiting room, knees bouncing, pulse in your throat. taeyong gave you a knowing smile as he gestured you towards the private suites door and the down the hallway.
“suite 8, he’s ready for you.”
the words made something twist low in your stomach as you walked towards the room. you entered slowly — suite 8 was nothing like you imagined. it wasn't clinical or sterile. it felt more like a luxury hotel room, quiet and warm, wrapped in soft ambient lighting. a large couch sat near the window. there was a bed. there were blankets, clean white sheets and a speaker humming low instrumental music. every detail was designed to ease tension, to invite softness.
you notice him adjusting something on the bedside table, a glass of water, a box of tissues, a towel. and then — mark turned.
“hey,” he said softly, “i’ve been waiting for you.”
he was dressed in black slacks, a black tie and black long sleeve button up, with the sleeves folded up his arms. hot but casual. the entire room, his casual demeanor, made it feel like you’re not at a clinic and just booked a dick appointment like it was a bumble date.
your lips curved, nerves still tangled in your chest, “i-i’m here.”
mark chuckled, not mockingly, but with that same warm, honeyed tone you remember, “you’re cute,” he said simply, “i like that you’re not pretending to be cool.”
you exhaled slowly, “i don’t think i could even if i tried.”
he stepped closer, slow and measured, giving you space with every move, “do you remember what i said during our last meet up?” he asked.
you note how he doesn’t use the word consultation, how he’s trying to make this all seem like it’s a normal hook-up and not a service.
“y-yeah. i’m in control. i can stop you. ask questions. say no.”
“good.” he murmured, his gaze searching yours for a moment longer, “but i’m going to be honest with you.”
his hand lifted, brushing his fingers down your jaw, slow and warm, “tonight, i am going to take control. you came here because your body hasn’t been shown how it deserves to be touched. and i don’t do halfway, sweetheart.”
you swallowed hard.
“so tell me,” he said, tipping your chin up with two fingers, gaze locked on yours, “can i touch you?”
you barely breathed, “yes.”
one of his hands travelled down your arm to your lower back, leaving behind trails of goosebumps in his wake.
“can i kiss you?” he said, eyes locked on yours. your breath caught. you nod.
he didn’t hesitate. mark grabbed your jaw and kissed you — hot, full, unrelenting. he kissed like he owned your mouth. his lips slanted over yours, opening you up, coaxing you open, tongue swept in with purpose — wet, confident, greedy.
you moaned into him, the sound swallowed as his tongue tangled with yours in filthy, practiced patterns. he tilted his head, deepened the angle, sucked softly at your bottom lip only to follow it up with another tongue-heavy kiss that made your spine arch. your hands clutched at his shirt on instinct, dizzy from the pace, the heat, the want.
you feel him smirk through the kiss as he kept going. his hands began to roam, starting at your waist, dragging up your sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts through your shirt, just enough to make you gasp, then down again, gliding over your hips before settling on cupping your ass. his hands gripping tight and hot.
you squirmed, trying to shift closer but he held you steady. dominant. measured. not rushing but not enough to give you relief either. he guided you towards the couch, lips never leaving yours.
“sit.” he ordered, voice like velvet wrapped around steel. you obeyed without thinking. he kneeled between your legs, grabbing your thighs to pull you to the edge. the kiss resumed, but filthier this time, more desperate. he kissed you like he couldn’t get enough, like he wanted to fuck your mouth with his tongue until you forgot what you’re here for.
“you taste so fucking sweet,” he growled, pausing to bite your bottom lip. slowly. sensually. “bet i’ll find out you taste even sweeter somewhere else.” you gasped, trembling. his fingers were already under your shirt, dragging it up inch by inch, “arms up, baby.”
you lifted your arms, dazed, his use of pet names making it feel way more romantic than it should. he carefully peeled your shirt over your head and tossed it aside, hands immediately finding your bare skin, palms dragging up your ribs, thumbs brushing the peaks of your breasts through your bra. you leaned toward him instinctively and he chuckled.
“sensitive,” he muttered, “good. i want every part of you begging.” he kissed you again, harder this time, wet and open, lips slick with spit, you could hardly keep up. every kiss felt like it left you raw. ruined. but craving more.
his fingers toyed with the clasp of your bra, then popped it open easily. he dragged the straps down your arms, slow and teasing, “you’ve been neglected long enough, haven’t you, pretty girl?” he said against your lips.
he trailed his mouth down your neck, sucking at the pulse point until you whined, then he licked lower, over your collarbones, between your breasts, circling your nipples with maddening slowness. his hands stayed firm on your thighs, squeezing, keeping you spread and trembling.
“i want you to stop waiting for an orgasm,” he murmured as he kissed lower, lips just above your waistband, “feel everything. the pressure. the tease. the ache.”
your hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer, grinding his face on your nipple, “please—mark, i need—”
“i know what you need.” his voice was low, but firm. his mouth still latched one of your nipples, sucking harshly.
“you think you’re the first person to sit here and say they don’t know how to come?,” he laughed softly, switching to the other peak.
“you’re not broken, baby. you’re untouched. and i’m about to change that.”
he hooked his fingers under the waistband of your pants and underwear at once, and then he stopped, eyes locked on yours.
“you trust me to take care of you?”
“yes,” you whispered, breath hitching.
“say it louder.”
“yes—yes, i trust you.”
“good girl.”
he smirked, dragging everything down in one slow, smooth pull, baring you to the cool air. to his heated stare. his eyes darkened as he took you in, and he let out a soft groan, hand gripping your knees to push them open wider.
mark leaned back just though to take in the sight of you — completely undressed, legs parted, breath shaky, lips kiss-swollen, flushed and desperate, beneath the soft golden lighting of suite 8, vulnerable and exposed.
“fuck,” he breathed out, jaw tense, “you’re so pretty like this. spread out for me. waiting.”
you whimpered as his hands slid up your inner thighs, thumbs brushing too close to where you ached, then retreating again. and again. and again. his touch was everywhere except where you needed him most. the ache between your legs pulsed — soaked and neglected, your body betraying how ready it was.
but still, your mind wouldn’t shut up. wouldn’t let you stay there in it. what if i can’t? what if i freeze up? what if he thinks there’s something wrong with me?
and mark knew. he could see. hear it in your gasps, feel it in your tension. that’s why he smirked like that, cruel and knowing. like he was enjoying watching you unravel in slow motion, one nerve at a time.
“tell me how this feels,” he murmured, leaning forward to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses across your collarbone again.
“let me hear you.”
“i—” you gasped, jerking as his teeth grazed a nipple, then soothed it with a slick, wet lick, “it’s—it’s not enough—mark, please—” he hummed against your skin, lips warm as he kissed back up to your throat.
“good. that’s exactly where i want you. i don’t want you comfortable yet. i want you needy. desperate. begging me to touch this pretty pussy.”
and you were starting to be. you could feel the slickness between your thighs, a heartbeat thrumming at your core. still, mark didn’t touch you there. his hands continued their teasing path, caressing your hips, your stomach, your thighs. never slipping between.
his tongue pushed into your mouth again, curling with yours, fucking it slow. one hand tangled in your hair to tilt your head back, deepening the kiss. his other hand slid down—finally, finally—settling just above your mound. the heel of his palm pressed just enough to tease the ache, and you whimpered, hips jerking upward like your body was pleading.
“already soaking, aren’t you?” he murmured against your lips, “and i haven’t even touched you properly.”
“please, please, i need—”
“no.” he cut in, voice sharp, dangerous. “i decide when you get that. you gave me your trust, baby. so let me show you what your body’s capable of when it’s not trying to hurry up and finish just to feel something.”
you whimpered quietly, looking at him with pleading eyes and only then did he let his fingers finally slip lower, gliding through the slick pooling between your legs. you gasped at the contact, but he didn’t go inside. just circled, rubbed, spread. over and over. maddening and slow.
“you’ve been chasing orgasms,” he muttered, placing a hot, wet kiss below your ear, “without knowing where they live.”
you moaned when he dragged his thumb over your clit, gentle at first, then firmer, enough to make you buck your hips. his mouth found yours again, kissing you harder now, every wet slide of his tongue mirrored the rhythm of his hand, slow, controlled, rubbing soft circles around your clit.
and you tried to stay in it, you really did. but before you could focus on the pleasure, your mind tensed again. breath caught. brain whirring. what if it’s not enough? what if i sound weird? what if i can’t let go?
your thighs started to close.
“no.” mark growled, his voice darker now. he shoved your legs apart again, pinning them open, “don’t hide. let me give you what you’ve never had.”
“i’m trying,” you choked, voice high and splintered, “but i-i dont know if i—what if i can’t–”
“it’s building up,” he grunted against your lips, “but you’re in your head. i can feel it”
and then, with no warning, he pushed one finger inside you. your back arched as your walls clamped around him, a quiet sigh slipping from your lips.
“fuck—so tight,” he hissed, pressing his forehead to your shoulder as he pushed deeper, curling slightly.
“you’ve been keeping this all to yourself, huh?” he pumped slow, shallow, his finger curling just enough to make your toes curl with it. then he added another. watching your face like a predator.
the moment your moan cracked through the air, high and broken, your eyes shot wide open, your hand clamping your own mouth, instinctive, terrified of the sound you made.
mark’s entire body tensed. he grabbed your wrist and yanked it down.
“don’t fucking do that.” his voice was rough. eyes wild. not with lust but with something more dangerous. hungry.
“up.” he ordered lowly, voice already thick with arousal. “on the couch. lay back.”
you blinked, dazed, “what—”
“now.”
the command in his tone made your stomach clench. you moved instinctively, letting him guide you, your bare back sticking slightly to the leather as you laid down. he helped spread your thighs wide over the edge. you were open now, fully exposed to him. he hovered above you.
then — he pulled his tie off in one swift motion. yanked it free from around his neck with a harsh flick. and before you could ask what he was doing he pinned your arms behind you and wrapped it tightly around your wrists, the silk biting softly into your skin.
he leaned over you, hot breath against your ear, “do you know what i do when pretty girls like you can’t let go?”
you shook your head, lips parted, eyes blown wide with lust.
“i don’t slow down,” he whispered, “i break them.”
then he looked down at you like a man starving. like a man about to feast.
“look at this,” he muttered, dragging two fingers through your folds again, lightly slapping your pussy, as he positioned himself between your cunt.
“so wet and ready,” he grunted against your aching core.
the first stroke of his tongue was slow. deliberate. — a warm, wet slide right up the length of your slit, ending with a soft suck to your clit that made your hips jump. you gasped, back arching.
mark groaned against you, “god, you taste unreal,” he growled, “i could stay here all night.”
and he meant it. he licked again, then again, tongue flattening against your core, teasing, tasting. his mouth was hot, his tongue devastating, alternating between slow strokes and precise flicks, sucking at your clit just enough to make your thighs tremble. his hands gripped your hips tight, holding you open as he buried his face deeper.
he was good. too good.
but still, that coil of pressure in your belly wasn’t catching. your breath hitched with every swirl of his tongue, but it didn’t crest. it didn’t tip. you kept chasing the edge but never quite reaching it. you couldn’t stop your mind from spiraling. what if this is it and i still don’t come? what if i’m the one person he gives up on? what if i disappoint him?
mark noticed it all. and he was tired of watching you get in your own way.
“i said i’d take my time with you.” he muttered, voice rough as knelt between your legs, towering over your exposed body, chest heaving slightly.
“but don’t mistake that for mercy.”
the kindness in his voice had cooled into something sharper, darker. still controlled. still careful. but this wasn’t the same soft-spoken man who asked if he could touch you. could kiss you. this was the version of him who knew exactly what you needed before you did. the one who didn’t need your trust. the one who commanded it.
you blinked up at him, dazed, lips parted as you struggled to catch your breath. mark was already working on his shirt, buttons flicked open with practiced, irritated speed. like you being like this —trembling and touched and still not broken open, had finally pushed him past whatever professional restraint he’d been clinging to.
“you want to feel something real?” he asked, low and dark as he tugged his shirt off and tossed it aside. his torso was lean, toned, strong, defined muscle under fair skin. veins prominent in his forearms, a shadow of control beneath the surface. you couldn’t stop staring, but he didn’t give you long.
“eyes on me.” he snapped. you flinched and obeyed instantly.
“good girl.” he muttered, already undoing his belt.
“you’re done overthinking tonight. you’re not here to analyze. you’re here to surrender.” he kicked his slacks off in one motion, dark briefs still clinging to his hips, already showing the outline of his cock pressing tight against the fabric. he moved between your legs again, now completely shirtless, he let you feel him. skin on skin. then, his hand came up to grip your jaw, not hard, just firm enough to make you feel it. to keep you grounded in his hold.
“i’m going to rewire that pretty little brain of yours,” he grunted.
“because clearly, your body’s ready but your head hasn’t shut the fuck up once since you got here.”
you whimpered, nodding under his grip.
“and when you come, it’s going to be because i made it happen.” he continued, dragging the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, “you’re not going to perform. you’re not going to fake. you’re going to fucking lose it. because i’m going to take it from you.”
then he was sinking to his knees again, this time bringing your legs up to your chest, holding you open like a meal he was ready to devour. the position was cruel. your hands tied behind your back was starting to hurt. but he didn’t care.
“no more playing nice.” he muttered. “you’ve had enough of that.”
and then—he ate.
there was nothing soft about it this time. his mouth latched onto your pussy like it was the only thing that could save him. tongue flat and wide, licking deep and messy, then curling to flick at your clit with precision that made your hips jerk off the couch. you cried out but he only held you down harder.
“stay still.” he growled into your cunt, tongue never pausing, “i didn’t say you could run.”
you couldn’t push him away, the tie tight around your wrist. his grip on your thighs tightened. every stroke of his tongue was filthy, practiced, deliberate. he sucked your clit, then dragged his tongue lower, licking you open, tasting you with obscene, wet sounds that only made the pressure worse. hotter. deeper.
and still — you couldn’t let go. still, that voice in your head whispered too much. what if he’s doing all of this and i don’t come? i bet i look really weird right now. what if i’m really broken?
mark slammed his hand flat over your lower stomach, fingers splayed wide, his mouth unrelenting. and then he pulled back, just for a breath. just long enough to growl, “get out of your fucking head, baby. right now.”
his voice dropped.
“focus on what i’m doing to you.”
then he spit directly on your clit, letting it fall slowly, hot, messy, then immediately sucked you into his mouth like a punishment. it was so hot. a high pitched moan escaped your lips before you could even think about it. he hummed low like he knew it’d short-circuit your brain, the vibration sending shocks up your spine. his fingers slid back inside, fucking you now. harder, faster, rougher, thrusting with a rhythm of your unraveling.
“i don’t care how long it takes.” he snarled, breath hot against you.
“i’ll break you open and fuck the hesitation out of you.”
it was working. the fear was melting into heat. shame into friction. every thought replaced by the overwhelming sensation. you were teetering on the edge of something unfamiliar and terrifying. the pressure was unbearable, intense and unrelenting, like your body was being dragged past the edge whether it was ready or not.
mark didn’t stop. he pulled your clit between his lips again and again, flicking his tongue until you were gasping. curling his fingers over and over again.
“say it.” mark growled. “say you want to come.”
“i—fuck—i want to—mark—”
“louder.”
“i want to come! please—don’t stop—please—”
“come.” his voice demanded, vibrating against your skin. “let. me. have it.”
and then—you broke.
“oh my god—” the words tore out of you, breathless and wrecked, “f-fuck, don’t stop—don’t fucking stop—”
and he didn’t. your hips bucked against his mouth. the rest of the words dissolved into a sob from your throat so raw, so guttural, you hardly recognized the sound as your own. your back arched clean off the leather couch, hands gripping so tight hoping you could tether yourself to the moment as your body seized with sensation.
your orgasm didn’t rise like a tide — it detonated. it wrecked you open. no warning. just impact. a white-hot snap that split through you like a faultline finally giving way under years of pressure. it was too much. too big. too real. like something that had been lodged deep inside your chest your whole life had just ripped free — wild and screaming and glorious. years of silence and shame, of second-guessing and not-quite-getting-there, all flooding out at once.
your thighs clamped around his head, but mark didn’t flinch. he held you there, mouth relentless, fingers tight on your hip to anchor you through every tremor, every aftershock, as you writhed and whimpered and let the orgasm tear through your body. his tongue is merciless, unrelenting. mouth locked on you like he was dragging every last drop of that orgasm out of you until there was nothing left. until you were finally begging him to stop.
when he pulled back, his lips were slick. his face wrecked. his eyes triumphant.
mark licked his lips, “that,” he panted, “was one.”
you blinked at him, tears shining in your lashes, “i didn’t think i could…”
“you can,” he said firmly, brushing your hair back. “you did.”
then he untied your wrists slowly, carefully. but his voice stayed rough, “get on the bed.” he ordered.
“we’re not done.”
he gripped your thighs lifting you easily like you weighed nothing at all, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. a silent yelp slipped from your lips as he tossed you onto the bed with a bounce that knocked the breath from your lungs. the sheets were cool against your overheated skin, your body slack and spread open, chest rising and falling like you’d just survived something. or maybe like you were bracing for what was next.
mark’s lips found yours again, hot and claiming. his kiss wasn’t soft anymore — it was deep and consuming, all tongue and teeth and groaned hunger. he tasted like you. he traced a hand up your side, slow and steady, fingertips brushing every rib, every tremble. he was watching you like he didn’t want to miss a single twitch.
“you still with me?” he asked, voice rough around the edges now. lower. thicker. like he was barely holding himself back.
you nodded, dazed. “yeah. just…. holy shit.”
he smirked, “good holy shit or bad holy shit?”
you huffed a breathy laugh. “like… i didn’t even know i could come like that.”
mark’s thumb brushed the corner of your lips, dragging gently across your cheek. his eyes softened, but only for a second.
“that was just the beginning.”
then his expression darkened — not cruel, but hungry. that same deep hunger you’d caught glimpses of earlier, now unleashed. like something inside him had snapped loose the second you shattered and now he was free to do what he really wanted.
he sat back, eyes locked to yours and reached over to the nightstand. you watched as he tore open a foil packet with his teeth. condom. protection. professional. safe. but the way he rolled it on, slow, deliberate, cocky — made your mouth go dry.
your eyes dropped. you finally saw him. all of him. he was long. thick. the flushed tip already glistening with precum. your breath hitched.
“you’re still so wet,” he murmured, dragging his fingers between your folds again, making you jump, “you want more?”
your answer was instant, “yes. please.”
“you want to be fucked until you forget your own name?”
“yes, please—mark,” your hips bucked into his touch, already craving the stretch.
mark leaned down, mouth brushing your ear, his breath was hot.
“i’m going to fuck you now.”
the words made you clench. one hand guiding his cock to your entrance, the other gripped your hip with enough force to bruise.
“breathe,” he reminded, voice steady.
“and keep your legs open for me.”
you obeyed, trembling, aroused, needy. and then — he pushed in. just the tip at first. then inch by inch, he filled you. stretching you open, dragging slowly through your soaked heat, the pressure exquisite and unbearable. your eyes rolled back. your nails clawed into the sheets. when he bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, you couldn’t breathe.
“fuck,” you gasped, “oh my god—mark—” your hands came up to grip his hair.
you were so full. it felt like too much. he stilled there, letting you feel it, the stretch, the weight, the sheer intimacy of being filled by him.
“fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, jaw clenched.
“you’re gonna hold on, baby? think you’re strong enough to fight me off again?”
and then he pulled out just enough to slam back in, you cried out. back arched. stars bursting behind your eyes.
he started thrusting — deep, sharp, claiming. again. again. setting a brutal rhythm, relentless and unforgiving, pounding into you with full, punishing strokes that rocked the entire bed. his grips on your hips was bruising. his pace was perfect, desperate, controlled, yielding. your moans were raw, punched out of you with every thrust. loud. real. unrestrained.
mark never looked away. watching every twitch of your body, every tremble, every cry of his name that tore from your lips like a prayer.
“you feel that?” he rasped. “your body is already giving in.”
you could barely speak. your second orgasm was building fast, sharp and electric, clawing up your spine as he adjusted his angle just enough to hit that spot, again and again, until you were falling apart beneath him.
“mark—fuck—i’m gonna—”
“come again.” he ordered, voice dark and breathless.
“come on my cock this time. prove to me you can do it.”
your mind shut off completely. no thoughts. no fear. just him. just the way his cock dragged inside you, hitting just right. his hand moved up your body, rough and reverent until his fingers brushed over your chest, teasing. and then his thumb rolled over your nipple. palm cupping your breast, kneading.
his other hand slipped under your back, lifting and forcing you to arch into him. he sucked one nipple into his mouth with a low groan that made your walls clamp around him hard.
you screamed. it was too good. his cock, his mouth, his hands — everywhere. his tongue bit your nipple and you sobbed, overwhelmed, drenched, utterly destroyed.
“you’re doing so good, you don’t have to think. i’ll do it for you.”
he dragged his teeth across your nipple again as his hips continued slamming into you, cock swelling inside you. then he brought his thumb in between your bodies, toying with your clit, rubbing harsh circles until your body couldn’t take it.
your second orgasm ripped through you. just eruption. you clutched his shoulders, mouth open, body convulsing against him as the climax burst out of you with a scream.
“good fucking girl,” he growled, hips not slowing.
“just like that. let it all go for me.”
you did. you had to. your thighs were trembling violently. your pussy clenched so tight around him you heard a curse tear from his throat. he didn’t stop. he rode it. let you sob and shake around him, fucking you through it.
his cock was pulsing and relentless, dragging wet and hot inside you as your cunt fluttered around him, overstimulated and soaked. you were beyond thought. your mind—completely gone. your body—his to command. he held your wrists down. you were a mess of tears and cries and raw nerve endings, and you loved it. you were addicted to the high. wanting every second to last longer.
“mark—please—don’t stop—”
“i’m not” he growled. “’i’m not stopping till your body forgets how to do anything but come.”
he pulled out for a quick second. hands gripping your waist hard before he suddenly flipped you onto your stomach. before you could even blink, he was dragging you up onto your knees, forcing your ass in the air, cheek pressed to the mattress.
“face down.” he growled, voice low, breathless, “ass up.”
you obeyed instantly, mind fogged and floating, body pliant and aching. you didn’t care anymore. you weren’t you anymore. you were his. bent to his will. so cock-drunk. your mind a blank page. he was rewriting your system with every thrust, every word, every sound he dragged out of you.
he shoved your knees apart with his thighs, rough hands spreading your cheeks, and then spat down, watching it drip between your folds. his cock nudged your entrance again, already slick from how soaked you were. you whimpered when he teased the head along your slit, grinding it against your oversensitive clit just to watch you shudder.
he leaned in close, voice a hot whisper against your ear, “gonna make up for all those years no one ever made you come,” he rasped, “every single time they fumbled and failed. this pussy’s never gonna remember that.”
and then—he slammed back into you. you screamed into the sheets. the new angle had him deeper, thicker somehow, hitting that spot so brutally your entire body jolted forward.
“mark—fuck—fuck—fuck!,” you moaned, biting down on the sheets, practically drooling.
he didn’t slow. didn’t pause. just gripped your hips and fucked you, hard and fast, his pelvis slapping against your ass with every thrust. the sound of skin on skin filled the room, wet, filthy, relentless.
“listen to that,” he rasped, voice wild now. “listen to what this pussy does for me.”
you couldn’t respond. couldn’t think. could only feel. the stretch felt sharper like this, more urgent. every stroke had you gasping, choking, keening into the mattress. and then—
slap!
you cried out when his palm landed hard on your ass. not cruel, just enough to make you jolt, to send that spike of heat ricocheting up your spine and straight down again, pulsing into your core.
“yeah,” mark breathed, voice cracked open with need, “you like that?”
you nodded, incoherent words slipping from your lips.
another slap! a little harder.
you sobbed, hips bucking back against him, desperate to meet every thrust.
“that’s it,” he growled, pounding into you harder now, the bed frame rocking under the force, “take it. take everything.”
and then his hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back just enough to expose your throat, his hands wrapped around it. not tight enough to scare you. just tight enough to own you. your choked out moans filling the air. toes curling so hard you swore you’re about to get a cramp.
your third orgasm slammed into you out of nowhere. your body locked up and shattered around him, your cunt clenching so hard you saw white. he let you go as you screamed into the mattress, every nerve on fire, legs shaking violently as pleasure tore through you, raw and final and unrelenting.
— and still, he didn’t stop. mark held you steady as your body writhed, collapsing from the sheer force of your release, but he was relentless, “you don’t stop until i say you do.”
you whimpered something, his name, maybe, or just a breathless plea, but it didn’t matter. he fucked through your orgasm like a man possessed, chasing the aftershocks, turning them into something new. something sharper. overwhelming. your body trembled beneath him, hips twitching, slick dripping down your thighs, pooling on the sheets. your pussy clenched around him again and again, involuntary, helpless. every drag of his cock sent sparks skittering across your skin.
“you’re shaking.” he groaned, chest pressed to your back now, sweat-slick skin sticking to yours, “gonna make you fucking squirt, baby. i can feel it. you’re right there.”
“no—mark—too much, i can’t do that—,” you try to push him off. try to crawl away. but he was stronger. and he kept his cock pounding inside you.
“yes. you can.” his hand slid down, fingers seeking your clit, rubbing fast and brutal circles that had your legs kicking out, your voice catching in a strangled sob.
“i said face down. ass up.” he reminded you, voice dark and firm as he shoved your head back into the mattress, palm flat between your shoulder blades, keeping you there.
“be good. take it. this is what you came here for.”
the pressure was unbearable, his cock punishing inside you, fingers never letting up on your swollen clit. your mind blanked, eyes rolling back for the umpteenth time and then you reached a high you didn’t even think was humanly possible. something you only saw happen in porn.
a ragged, high-pitched cry tore out of you as your body convulsed, back arching violently before you collapsed into your fourth orgasm. the gush came, hot, wet, explosive. your cunt fluttered and sprayed around him, your thighs trembling uncontrollably as you squirted all over his cock, the sheets, the floor. you could barely process it. your brain had gone static. a glitching signal of pleasure.
“fucking amazing,” mark snarled, hips stuttering.
“that’s it. let it all go.” he pulled out just enough to watch you gush again before slamming back in. your whole body jerked like a live wire. you were sobbing now, overstimulated, wrecked, your hands had give up on clawing at the sheets for something to hold onto. there was nothing. nothing but him.
mark cursed, nearly losing his rhythm, “fucking hell—”
he didn’t stop. he kept pounding into your overstimulated cunt, watching your body convulse under him.
“gonna—fuck—i’m gonna come—” his pace stuttering for the first time, hips faltering mid-thrust. you could hear the unraveling in his breath, raw and uneven. his thrusts turned sloppy, deeper, harder. and then, with a strangled moan, he came. his hips slammed into you one last time, cock buried deep as he spilled into the condom with a guttural groan, body jerking with each pulse. he stayed there, breathing ragged, pressed tight against your back, his body shaking with the force of it.
for a long moment, the only sound in the room was the thunder of both your heartbeats. you were barely on your knees, cheek pressed to the sheets, body twitching faintly from aftershocks, cunt still fluttering around the softening length inside you.
mark let out a long breath, low, shaky. he leaned forward, his chest slick with sweat and your juices, smearing against the curve of your spine as he slowly eased down.
“you okay?” he murmured finally, voice hoarse, frayed around the edges.
you nodded, too blissed-out to form real words, “yeah. just… holy shit again.”
he chuckled weakly, wrapping his arms around your middle and gently easing you down onto the bed. his cock slipped out slowly, and you whimpered at the loss, already missing the fullness. a laugh slipped from your lips anyway, a disbelieving, breathy sound.
you couldn’t move. not in a bad way. more like your body had melted into the mattress, boneless and warm, every muscle humming with aftershocks. your mind was soft, quiet, the storm of thoughts you usually lived in was gone. for the first time in your life, there was peace, full-bodied, deep, radiating out from the very core of you. like something inside had finally clicked into place.
you’d come. you’d actually come. not faked it. not chased it just to please someone else. not brushed against it only to have it slip away. this time, it hit you full force. not once but four times.
the kind of orgasms that emptied you, pulled sobs from your throat and tears from your eyes and for once you hadn’t cared. you hadn’t flinched. you hadn’t shut down or shrunk into yourself, hadn’t tried to perform or hid or apologize. you’d felt it all.
and somewhere in the middle of all that, you’d actually squirted. your thighs had trembled, you’d felt yourself gush around him, soaking the sheets, your mind and body surrendering with no shame. no fear. no filter. you hadn’t know it could feel like that. like being cracked open and remade. like something holy. your cunt still fluttered with phantom pulses, like your body couldn’t quite believe it either. like it wasn’t ready to let go.
mark lay beside you, propped up on one elbow, his other hand already reaching for the warm towel he’d placed nearby. he flipped you over gently, his touch deliberate and slow. like he wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere but right here. he cleaned you up in silence. careful. focused. he dabbed between your legs with gentle, precise strokes, flinching every time you flinched. “sorry,” he muttered each time, almost apologetic.
“you sure you’re okay?” he asked softly.
you nodded, a small smile on your lips, “better than okay…i feel like i just got reborn.”
that earned a real laugh from him this time, “that’s a new one,” he said with a shake of his head.
you stretched, wincing slightly, sore in all the right ways. everything throbbed but in a way that made you feel alive. present. you turned your head to look at him.
“that was… insane,” you murmured, “i mean, you literally had to destroy me to get me out of my own head.”
mark smiled, brushing hair from your damp forehead, “it wasn’t destruction. it was release. you just needed to shut this little guy off ,” he says, lightly tapping your temple, “and stop being scared to let your body feel.”
your throat tightened, not from embarrassment, but from the truth of it. because that’s exactly what it was. you’d let go. fully. completely.
mark grabbed the water bottle from the nightstand, twisted the cap and held it to your lips like it was instinct. “drink. you lost a lot of liquids back there.”
you giggled, then took a few sips, letting him wipe the corners of your mouth with his thumb afterward. it should’ve been awkward. but it wasn’t. it was safe.
eventually, mark rose from the bed and helped you sit up slowly, handing you your clothes one piece at a time. you slowly got dressed. you were glowing, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, eyes bright. alive. awake. soft.
once you were both dressed, mark walked you back to the lounge of the clinic. the lighting had brightened slightly step by step—intentional, maybe, to ease clients back into the world gently.
“thanks,” you said as you walked side by side, your voice a little hoarse, but steady, “for the... comprehensive service.”
his mouth twitched, almost a smile, “neo orgasm clinic prides itself on thorough results.”
“oh, i noticed,” you deadpanned. “i think i saw god.”
mark let out a soft laugh, “i take it your file won’t need another ‘no prior orgasm’ flag.”
you rolled your eyes. “no, i think we can check that one off. multiple times, actually. all thanks to you.”
he cocked his head, the edge of a smirk playing on his lips, “you did the work.”
you snorted, “right. i was just lying there, crying and begging while you—never mind. forget it. you know what you did.”
“professionally, of course,” he said smoothly, “all part of the protocol.”
you looked him up and down, “if that was protocol, i’d hate to see what your personal life looks like.”
his smirk sharpened, almost imperceptibly, “you wouldn’t survive it.”
you raised a brow, “is that a challenge?”
his eyes glinted, “only if you book another appointment.”
you laughed then leaned in slightly, just enough for him to hear, “but seriously, you didn’t just make me orgasm. you made me feel like…like my body finally belongs to me.”
something flickered in his expression, not warmth, not empathy. just... acknowledgment. like a box being ticked. another line in the report. mark’s gaze held yours. there was no smugness, no pride. just warmth. steadiness — a donor who’d done exactly what he promised and only what you needed.
“thank you for trusting the process,” he said simply.
then, with a crooked grin, you added, “i should probably leave a tip. or at least a five-star review.”
he raised an eyebrow in amusement, “tips aren’t required. but reviews help with the rankings.”
“oh, i’ll be specific,” you said, walking toward the door leading to the lounge, “something like: ‘ruined me in under an hour. swore i saw heaven. would recommend.’”
mark tilted his head, quietly chuckling beside you. the door opened. you stepped inside and turned back toward him. “seriously though five star session.”
he nodded once, “glad we could meet your goals.”
you smirked, “gonna be hard to top this one.”
the corner of his mouth curled, sharp and knowing.
“book me again.” he said lowly, voice like velvet, “i’ll try.”
then, offering his hand once more, firm and polite, “it was a pleasure to be your donor, ms. y/n.”
you shook it, firm, “i’ll be your client any day.”
and with one last glance, one last smile, he turned back toward the double doors. and just like that it was over.
✚ END OF SESSION ✚
the door whispered shut behind him, soft and final. you stood in the lounge for a second longer than necessary, trying to get back into reality.
you were still warm. still sore. still…not quite in the world. your legs wobbled slightly, the plush carpet beneath your feet suddenly feeling too soft. too quiet. the silence here was different. this one was polished. the kind that came with good lighting and air purifiers and an undercurrent of expensive professionalism.
you approached the front desk slowly, finding taeyong already tapping away at his tablet, his perfect posture and gel-slicked hair still completely intact, like nothing behind those doors could ruffle him. he glanced up with the kind of smile that had been trained into perfection. not fake. just smooth. comforting. scripted.
“that’ll be charged to the card on file,” he said gently, voice soft enough not to jar you.
you nodded. your voice wasn’t ready yet.
“also, this is for you.” he reached beneath the desk and pulled out a matte black paper bag with subtle silver foil lettering that gleamed when it caught the light:
thank you for trusting neo orgasm clinic with your satisfaction.
you blinked. “what’s this?”
“a small thank-you from our donors,” he said, still smiling, still unbothered — as though this entire exchange was no more intimate than a routine dentist visit. like you weren’t just being fucked to your next life behind those doors.
you took the bag with both hands, still feeling like you were floating slightly outside yourself.
“have a good rest of your evening! we hope to see you again,” taeyong smiled from behind his computer.
you gave him a tired little smile, a soft wave and murmured a polite “thanks,” and turned toward the exit.
you made your way to your car, dropped into the driver’s seat, and opened the bag, curious to see what it holds — inside was a neatly folded hoodie, ultra-soft, white, with bold letters:
ORGASM DONOR
you stared. then snorted. a full bodied laugh punched out of your chest. it was dumb. it was ridiculous. it was perfect. tucked beside it, almost like an afterthought, was a juice box. your laugh came sharper this time.
you popped the straw in, took a long sip and leaned your head back against the seat. let the juice cool your tongue. let the moment wash over you and muttered to yourself, “best. fucking. clinic.”
you pulled your phone out. opened the clinic’s feedback portal. your fingers hovered for a second. then you typed:
released me from the shackles of my mind. came four times. even squirted. lost track of the tears. saw god. 10/10. highly recommend. would let mark destroy me again. professionally, of course.
somewhere behind those pristine white doors, donor mark was already reviewing his next file. another client. another list of goals. another carefully measured beginning.
✚ APPOINTMENT STATUS: COMPLETE ✚
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BONUS: #1. #2. #3. #4. #5.
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an: and the first donor is done! i hope this lived up to the expectation. if you hate it please don’t tell me lmao. this whole entire concept is supposed to be silly! i hope you had fun reading it! please don’t take it too seriously :)
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summary: you don’t necessarily mind admiring lee haechan from afar, but when the opportunity for you to get closer presents itself, you grasp it, and eventually you come to the realisation that whilst you’ve been too busy admiring, you’ve failed to notice that he’s been doing exactly the same.
pairing: student!haechan x f!reader. mdni! adults only.
genre: university!au, fluff, strangers to acquaintances to lovers, smut!
word count: 32k (i am sorry)
tags/warnings: alcohol consumption, smoking/vaping, swearing, talks of fetishes, explicit sexual content, kissing (a lot), making out, semi-public shenanigans(not sex), spitting (yum), fingering, dry humping, oral (both receiving), multiple orgasms, multiple smut scenes, dirty talk, praise, light chocking, lots of teasing, protected sex, overstimulation, haechan is cocky but also pathetic, haechan being bf material without even being her bf, he calls her a brat like once, petnames (baby, pretty, baby girl, good girl), she calls him “hae”, they’re both down bad, soft dom!haechan, sub!reader, switch!haechan, cumshot oops, aftercare, he’s just a good guy, both are mature but can be too in their head at times, there’s no toxicity or angst in this fic, ✨communication✨, pls let me know if i missed anything!
other characters: the whole dream gang, chenle & ningning as oc’s besties
a/n: hi all! this is my first ever fic (that I'm posting lol) and I've poured my heart and soul into it so i hope you show some love. it's definitely not perfect and i could keep rereading and finding things that I'd change but I've kept my writing in the dark for long enough and if i don’t post this now i know i never will, so please take it! I do have a part 2 in the works, which will be diving into their feelings and more angsty themes, but for now I hope you lovely people enjoy reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it xoxo
ps. the idea for this fic blossomed while i was listening to eye candy by justin bieber, so might be worth giving it a listen whilst reading
→ Part 2
It's not like you’re obsessed with Lee Haechan. You just enjoy looking at him. You barely even know the guy, but, annoyingly, he's difficult to ignore. Difficult not to notice. And it’s not like you’ve spoken much to each other either, apart from the rare exchange of a few words here and there or the odd nod of acknowledgement in corridors.
There was this one time where he sat next to you in class, but that was only because he was late and the seat next to yours was the only empty one that was close to the entrance of the classroom. That was the first time he smiled at you. Nothing more than casual and polite but it still made your heart race.
Then, of course, there was the time where you bumped into him on the street, while you were on your way to a date, which ended up being disastrous, but that didn’t really bother you. What bothered you was the fact that he was also on his way to a date. With a girl. A girl he chose to go on a date with. A girl that he probably found pretty. A girl that wasn't you. Regardless, that didn’t negate the fact that, that night you had your first ever conversation with him. It was brief, but it happened, and it certainly left you with a bittersweet taste in your mouth, which was probably why you later couldn’t focus on the boy you matched with on that godforsaken dating app. And as mean as it sounded in your head, you hoped Haechan’s date went as badly as yours.
Next time you saw him, was at a campus party you got dragged to by Chenle and Ningning. Mark convinced Chenle, who convinced Ningning, who forced you and it’s not like you don’t enjoy a fun night out with friends and alcohol, you just weren’t in the right mood that night and you were convinced that being in your luteal phase had definitely something to do with it.
You remember instantly spotting him in the kitchen, leaning lazily against the counter as he was speaking to a girl you didn’t recognise and you could tell just from her side profile that she was nothing but attractive. You watched as she reached and took the drink he was holding, bringing it up to her lips, tasting the contents of the cup but also him, and you decided to look elsewhere before witnessing anything that would (but definitely shouldn’t) ruin your night.
You were determined to spend the rest of the party as far away from him as possible, forcing poor Chenle to go and refill your drink in the kitchen every time you ran out. You were more than aware it might have sounded silly to anyone else, but you didn’t want to go down the rabbit hole of trying to get someone’s attention, when they were clearly not interested. You’d been that person in the past, and you refused to make the same mistakes again. At the end of the day, it was just a crush. It would go away eventually. Right?
When the party started to die down, you found yourself in the back garden with no one else other than the lovely Na Jaemin, after you stumbled upon him being sick in a fake plant pot. You could have left him in his own fate, but knowing yourself, you would definitely feel guilty for the rest of the night, if you didn’t make sure he was safe. You started to regret your decision about 10 minutes later, when he had already fallen asleep with his head in your lap and you were sure he was drooling on you, but that was the least of your concerns in that moment. Thankfully, Chenle picked up on the first ring and when you asked him to come outside with reinforcements, he immediately said, “I’ll be there in a sec.”
The reinforcements, of course, being Jeno and Haechan, wasn’t exactly what you had in mind, but you weren’t in a position to be picky. You found out shortly after that Haechan had only stepped outside for a smoke and got dragged into ‘helping’, which he refused to do since, according to him, Jaemin had put him in that position countless of times and he’s sick of looking after a grown ass man who’s got the alcohol tolerance of a twelve year-old. You found his point more than valid, but you didn’t say anything.
When Chenle and Jeno disappeared back inside, carrying a whiny and barely coherent Jaemin, you found yourself alone with the boy you had initially tried to steer clear of at all costs. Your mission miserably failed that night and at the end of it all you realised one thing; whatever it was that you felt for Lee Haechan, wasn’t just a harmless crush.
“I gotta admit, that was slightly entertaining.” He said as he took the seat that Jaemin had previously been occupying next to you on the wooden bench.
You must have sat there with him for about an hour, talking about everything and nothing, while enjoying the early summer breeze and the freedom that came with the end of finals. He insisted on getting you an uber home when you announced that you were going to walk because your phone had died and when you asked if you could pay him back somehow, he said, “Just don't be a stranger next year.”
Autumn
You were aware Zhong Chenle was an evil little thing, but you hadn’t pegged him for a traitor. And betrayed is what you felt as you read the message on your screen over and over again.
@kh1000le: greetings folks, party at my new place this saturday @8 – I'll add the deets later but feel free to invite more people. ps. don’t forget to bring extra booze.
You look up from your phone, remembering you're still in class and the professor is still talking stats. Your eyes instantly land on Haechan, still sitting two rows ahead of you, between Jeno and Jaemin and you can tell he’s looking down, probably reading the message you were reading just seconds ago. Jaemin shifts closer to whisper something in his ear and Haechan leans in to hear better. He quickly nods his head agreeing to whatever Jaemin says.
You turn your attention back to your phone again as more notifications flood your screen. Other people in the group chat responding and reacting to messages. Haechan is still silent. No reactions or responses. You wonder what he's thinking. But most of all, you wonder if he's noticed you're also in that group chat. Would he recognise your username? You only started following each other the day after that party before summer, but it’s been almost four months now and there has certainly been no exchange of messages.
Suddenly, you notice people have started packing up their belongings and you quickly start doing the same, hoping you can flee the scene as fast as possible, before Jaemin comes up to you with questions about the party.
The second you step outside the doors and into the corridor, you exhale, relieved to have succeeded and as you start walking towards the main building exit you realise you spoke too soon.
"Y/n, wait up!"
You close your eyes muttering a quiet “shit” to yourself. You put on a smile and turn around, Jaemin quickly approaching you. Haechan, who's trailing a few steps behind him, isn’t really paying attention, already in a conversation with Jeno.
“Jeez woman, you sure walk fast. You got somewhere to be?” He speaks fast as he tries to catch his breath.
“Hey Jaemin, yeah, sorry, I'm in a rush, how can I help?" You try and respond as nonchalantly as possible.
"I just saw you're in that group chat and I'm assuming you'll be there on Saturday?" He asks with eyes full of hope.
"Yes sir. I'm actually meeting up with Chenle now to talk logistics." You explain quickly, seeing Haechan getting closer from your peripheral.
"Ahhh that makes sense, I just wanted to ask if we should bring anything else other than alcohol?"
"Just your drink of choice will be enough for you I reckon, don't want you ruining any of his new plants." You say with a teasing tone.
"Yah!" He complains with a pout that is nothing but laughable.
"Hey Y/N." Jeno approaches with a smile and joins your conversation. “Is this man bothering you?”
“Not really, just making sure he doesn't die of alcohol poisoning on Saturday.” You try to keep your eyes on Jeno, avoiding the handsome boy who's also joined your little group.
”I thought you were a nice one.” Jaemin whines like a little child while a frown adorns his face.
“You’ve been fooled my friend,” Jeno comes to stand next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders, shaking you playfully. “She’s evil.”
You're mid eye roll when Haechan’s voice cuts through. “Seems pretty harmless to me.” He’s standing next to Jaemin now. One hand in his pocket, the other holding the strap of his bag. You notice the two rings adorning his middle fingers. Such a pretty hand, you think, the veins prominent, running down his smooth arm, disappearing underneath an oversized check shirt he's wearing over a white t-shirt. You then notice he's got a pair of jorts on and you can't help but wonder who can even pull off jorts that effortlessly nowadays.
Your attention drifts back up to his face, the most adorable boba eyes are twinkling as he looks at you and his captivating mouth offers you a cheeky smile. A small dimple appears, barely there for you to see and you think you're on the verge of throwing up. His lips move again and you watch him carefully like he’s moving in slow motion. "Hi." His hand leaving his pocket and raising in the air to offer you a quick wave. It's annoying how such a small and casual gesture makes your heartbeat faster and your cheeks feel warmer. You're pretty sure your eyes are giving you away, showing how affected you are behind the stoic expression you’re struggling to maintain. You never thought you'd be here, but you have Chenle to thank. Or maybe strangle. You haven't decided yet.
"Hi." You return the smile as calmly as you can, foregoing the wave. You don't think your limbs are working properly right now and you're pretty sure your fingers are slightly shaking by your sides. And you’re now thankful for Jeno’s arm still draped around you, the weight grounding and necessary. You feel your phone vibrate a few times in your back pocket, assuming it's either Chenle or Ning checking if you're alive and that pulls you out of your trance. “Evil is a bit of an exaggeration, don’t you think?”
”That’s funny, remember when you told me to go fuck myself and read a book whilst I’m at it?"
“Oh, I’m sorry,” You shove his arm off you in fake annoyance. “Did I offend you?” You feign concern dramatically. “Remember when you asked me if I’ve got any friends who need, and I quote, an unforgettable dicking down session and then proceeded to say, and I quote again, ‘is Murakami the fella who wrote that book about some Norwegian guy’s dick?’” You get slightly irritated just at the memory.
"Ahhh that explains it! This guy came back home a few months ago asking if anyone’s got a copy of Norwegian Wood." Jaemin looks at you as he explains, whilst pointing a mocking finger at Jeno.
"Oh? You actually read it then?" You ask with a hopeful smile and Jeno offers you a shy nod. Maybe there's hope for him after all.
“Read it? He actually cried when he got to the part where Naoko kills herself.” Haechan snorts at Jeno’s sour expression and reaches out to lightly pinch his cheek. He instantly gets shoved away. “Aw come on, I thought it was endearing.” Haechan turns to look at you now. “I was wondering who made him read that.” He holds your gaze while you hold your breath, and you wish someone could hold your heart as it’s about to beat out of your chest. “I love that book.” He admits with a smile, and you celebrate internally, because you knew he wasn’t just a pretty face, and you feel giddy knowing that you’ve both loved the same thing, even if it’s just a book.
You picture him sitting in a pink cafe, wearing a cozy sweater, looking all warm and comfy while turning page after page. You find yourself wanting to ask if he’s read it more than once, like you have and what his thoughts are on the ending. But you don’t. Not yet.
“Well maybe you two nerds should join a book club.” Jeno bitterly says.
“I mean, I’d be down?” Haechan raises his eyebrows suggestively at you. Mothefucker.
“I would, but unfortunately I have somewhere to be right now.” Your response causing his tongue to poke in his cheek, trying to fight off a smile. The gesture making him look incredibly handsome and boyish at the same time and if you were a cartoon character, pink heart eyes would be bulging out of your eye sockets. You force yourself to look away from Haechan's face, opting to divert your gaze between the other two boys instead. They're both carrying amused expressions, looking between you and Haechan and you feel like you’re missing something.
“Ouch.” Jaemin says with a laugh, now mocking Haechan.
“See?” Jeno looks at both of his friends, crossing his arms over his chest as if proving a point. “Told you she’s evil.” He smiles like he’s proud of you.
And that’s your queue to escape. ”Right, well, as lovely as this has been, I actually have to go.”
“Okay, busy queen.” Jaemin snaps his fingers and you can instantly picture him getting along with Chenle. “We’ll see you Saturday then.” He smiles sweetly.
”You will indeed. Don’t be too late.” You say with a warning, pointing a finger between all three of them.
”Yes, mam.” Jeno nods in agreement.
You look at Haechan one last time. His expression contemplative, almost like he's torn between saying something else and keeping quiet. The way he's observing you makes you feel like he's already got you all figured out. Like there's no way he doesn't know you’re having trouble breathing, all because of him.
“See you Saturday.” He says in the sweetest tone, smiling at you like he's done it a million times before.
You give him a small nod goodbye and when you start to walk away you try your best to do so at a normal speed, not wanting to give away the fact that you're practically running away.
You hear Jaemin's loud voice again. “Bye Y/N!”
”Bye Jaemin!” You respond, mimicking his cheerful tone without looking back.
As you head towards the exit, you've already decided you're going to go with the option of strangling Chenle. Because there’s no way you’re surviving Saturday night without going clinically insane. Not if Haechan holds your gaze the way he did just a few moments ago. Not if he talks the way he talks and certainly not if he looks as good as he always does.
You’re done for.
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You’re baffled as to how and why Chenle knows this many people. You assume majority are friend of friends and acquaintances, because you’ve known the boy for three years now and never has he mentioned more than five names. You’re also starting to get worried he might get a noise complaint from the people occupying the flat downstairs, but you assume he has already warned them about tonight.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud exclaim and you feel like laughing when you hear Chenle’s screechy voice shouting Mark’s name excitedly, announcing his drunkenness along with the older boy’s arrival.
"Lover boy still not here?" Ningning teases you as you check the time on your phone for the umpteenth time that night. She takes a sip from her drink and looks over your shoulder. "Relax, it only 9pm."
"I'm relaxed." You defend quickly. She takes in your stressed expression and pauses to think for a second. "What?"
"Nothing, I just realised I haven't seen you so excited about a boy before. It's refreshing." She smiles while trapping the straw between her pearly whites. "Speak of the devil." She jerks her chin towards the direction of the door and you instantly know who she’s referring to, but you don't dare to turn around and look yet. You feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest and Ningning sets her drink down on the kitchen counter before taking hold of both your shoulders. "Y/N, we talked about this. There's literally no reason to freak out. If he flirts, flirt back. Let it happen naturally yeah?" Her tone serious, as if you're both on a mission.
You widen your eyes comically to match hers, nodding your head quickly while trying not to laugh at her expression. It’s almost as though she’s more anxious than you are. "Ning, I'm good. I got it."
"Just saying, he'd be a dimwit not to like you." One of her hands pushes a strand of hair behind your ear and the comforting act gives you the reassurance you didn’t know you needed. "Plus, this dress makes your tiddies look yummy." She smirks and you wack her hand away with a laugh when she reaches out to poke into the bit of cleavage that spills from the top of your dress. You can tell she's entered the realms of tipsiness, and you wish you were there with her too, but the tequila shot from earlier definitely didn't do its job.
"Fuck me, didn’t think this many people would turn up." Jaemin's loud voice startles both of you, making you turn around and you're met with the three boys from your stats class. "Good thing we brought reinforcements, huh?" He says excitedly, shaking a Jack Daniels bottle.
"Are you a middle aged man by any chance?" Ningning's face scrunched up in disgust as she inspects the whiskey bottle in Jaemin's hands. "What happened to just drinking plain old vodka at parties?"
"Ah, Jeno is your guy." Jaemin points his thumb behind him and Jeno raises the hand holding a vodka bottle.
Jeno's face lights up when he spots the unused cups and heads over to start making drinks for him and Ningning. "Lemonade?" He asks, looking at her and she nods excitedly. "Same for you Y/N?" His eyes on you now.
"Nah, I'm on gin tonight, thanks though." You smile appreciatively at him.
"Guess I'm your guy then."
Fuck.
Your eyes instantly meet. He's already smiling down at you, and he looks so good. Too good for your respiratory system to function properly. His dark hair is messily styled, fringe almost covering his eyes. He's got a black button-down shirt on, top three buttons undone, collarbones on display and sleeves rolled up revealing his veiny forearms, all effortlessly combined with dark blue jeans and black converse. Pretty. Perfect.
Without permission, his hand engulfs yours, wrapping around your drink, bringing the cup to his lips, your own hand slipping down as he downs the liquid in one big gulp. The cooling feeling of his rings lingers, and you can’t help but stare at his neck as he swallows and then his eyes are on you again, his tongue slightly darting out to lick his bottom lip where there's a drop of liquid. His eyebrows furrow and he nods in approval.
"Lemonade it is." He casually says, like he didn’t almost just cause your heart to fail. He takes your now empty cup with him, joining Jeno at the counter.
"Well then," Jaemin feigns disappointment, eyebrows furrowing dramatically. "I guess I'm having this whole whiskey bottle to myself."
"I'm sure Chenle would help you out." Ningning half jokes. "Good luck finding him though."
"Yeah, what the hell, this place is so crowded." Jeno returns with two drinks and hands one of them to Ningning. "It might be a bit strong, sorry." He warns her.
Her face grimaces slightly when she takes a reluctant sip, proving Jeno right, making you both laugh. "Eh, it'll do." She says carelessly, "I've had a stressful week."
"Here to help." Jeno raises his cup, and they do a quick cheers. They start conversing comfortably about why her week was stressful and you're pretty sure they've never met before but that's Ningning. Top yapper, never awkward.
"Yours might be a bit on the strong side too." Haechan says apologetically as he stands in front of you, handing you back your now full cup. You smile at the sparkly straw he's added. Cute. "Try it."
And you do. It feels too intense, almost intimate, drinking while holding eye contact with someone, let alone this fine man, so you don't. But you feel his eyes on you as you take a sip. And you really do hope the drink is strong, because if you're going to survive tonight, alcohol will be your savior. He's looking at you, carefully taking in your expression as you taste the drink, almost as if he's sat on the edge of his seat waiting for your reaction.
"It's good. Thank you." You smile appreciatively as you welcome the slight burn in the back of your throat and he mirrors you excitedly.
"Good." He nods with a satisfied expression. Then he lets his eyes wander downwards. He takes in your dress in a not-so-subtle way, and you could swear he’s checking you out. You watch his eyes move on you and you love how he's still holding his cup close to his lips, touching the bottom one. You fight against the urge to reach out and drag it down with your thumb. Would he mind if you did that? You reach behind you instead, resting one hand against the counter to somewhat ground yourself, and the action seems to bring him back to reality. Is he always this obvious?
"Did you also have a stressful week?" He asks casually, like he wasn't just staring at your boobs a second ago. His eyes on yours now.
"Huh?"
"Your friend said she's had a stressful week," He explains, chuckling at your confusion. "Was just asking if it was the same for you."
"Oh right. Umm, I dunno." You shrug. "A little, I guess."
"How come?" His head tilts to the side slightly.
"It's always fine until Thursday to be honest." Your admission holds a double meaning and he seems to catch on as the sides of his lips slightly lift amusedly.
"Really? I thought Thursday was our day, no?" He playfully pouts and you’re trying your best not to let his smooth words affect you. Our day? What a little shit. You notice the silver chain around his neck and you can't help but feel a tinge of shame at the inappropriate thoughts that flood your mind.
"Just not a big fan of stats." You make up an excuse with a slight delay, hoping that he can't tell you're practically ogling him.
He nods understandingly. "You and me both. I've been seriously thinking about dropping it next semester."
"What would you choose instead?" You ask curiously, trying to cover the frown that takes over your face at the thought of not sharing any classes with him.
"Why, you interested in joining me?" Is he flirting or have you already gone insane?
"Depends." You shrug, twirling the sparkly straw, eyes not leaving his.
"I think I'd go for creative writing." He studies your face for a reaction.
“Oh?” Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “So you really did mean it when you said you wanted to join a book club.” You tease with newfound confidence and he lets out an airy chuckle.
“That offer's gone now, you turned me down.” He says with a smirk.
"I'm sure I could convince you to reconsider." You say with a suggestive tone, catching him off guard and before he can retort with a witty response, you return to your initial subject. “So, you wanna be a writer or...?”
"Well, no, not exactly.” His voice is hesitant, eyes lowering to look at his drink, almost as if he’s embarrassed. Does he think you’ll judge him? You suddenly get the feeling that you might have overstepped.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to pry. You don’t have to-”
“No, no, you’re good.” His words are rushed, his head shaking quickly, hand reaching to touch your arm reassuringly. It’s light, quick, barely there but his fingers feel hot against your skin. Before you have time to react, he continues. “I just- I don’t really go around talking about personal goals and what not, don’t want you to think I’m flaunting.”
“Why would I think you’re flaunting?” Your perplexed tone causing him to smile.
“I wanna make music.” Eyes carefully watch you as he waits for a reaction. When you just nod for him to continue, he almost looks surprised but quickly recovers, clearing his throat. ”So, I thought creative writing would help.”
"So, you wanna write songs." You state as if to make sure that you heard him correctly and he nods, still watching your face. "Or have you already?" You ask carefully and he chuckles at your attempt to keep your nosiness to a minimum but failing.
He moves to stand next to you, leaning against the counter. You feel like you can breathe again, now that his eyes aren't on you, but his arm brushes against your shoulder and you almost shiver when you feel the warmth radiating off him. You get a whiff of his scent, subtly inhaling, cologne and detergent mixing into an intoxicating potion that clouds your senses. He's too close but you somehow want him closer. You suddenly wonder where Chenle is and instantly feel bad for threatening to cut his air circulation. This is good. This feels good.
He looks down at his drink, in thought. "I play the piano, so creating a melody is relatively simple if I really put my mind to it." Oh? He looks at you again and you feel scrutinised under his gaze. Suddenly, your shoes are very interesting to look at. "It's just the words I struggle with." He admits.
"Maybe you need to find some sort of inspiration?" You suggest.
"Maybe." He puts his drink down and leans against the counter, crossing his hands on his chest. "Got anything in mind?
"I mean, it could be a person." You say nonchalantly, without really thinking. "Unless you’ve already got that covered?" The bold question comes out before your brain can process the thought and you internally scream.
He smiles wide now. Pearly whites on display. His eyes back on yours. "I thought you didn’t mean to pry." He teases and laughs when your eyes widen. “I’m joking.” He elbows your side softly and you almost gasp as the touch. Why does he keep touching you?
“I tend to get nosy after a couple of drinks, sorry.” You huff a quick laugh before taking another sip of your drink, trying to distract yourself.
“You can be nosy, I don’t mind.” He says in a more serious tone now and you feel his gaze on you. Choosing to keep your eyes on your drink seems like a wise choice, watching as you swirl the liquid in your cup. "To answer your question though, I currently have no clue what or who I'd write about." He responds indirectly, but the implication is clear. He reaches for his drink again in thought. "Maybe ask me in a year's time? Hopefully I’ve found a source of inspiration by then."
“That’s fair.” You pick up your phone from the counter and after unlocking it you click on your calendar app. You scroll until you find next year’s October and select today's date. He looks over your shoulder and laughs when he reads 'Ask Haechan about his songwriting' as the reminder's title. You show him your screen and smile when you see the approval on his face.
"Yeah, that works." He nods.
You look around and notice that all your friends are now gone. "We should probably mingle." You suggest.
"Right, yeah." He agrees with a nod, looking around just like you did a second ago.
When you spot Ningning in the crowd, she's laughing with Jeno and Jaemin. Their attention on Chenle and the girl who's got her tongue down his throat. You and Haechan find the situation just as comical.
The rest of the night flows smoothly. You get to meet a few more people as well as the other two boys Haechan, Jeno and Jaemin live with and you wonder how all these insanely attractive boys came to be friends. Renjun and Jisung are both equally as lovely. You find Renjun’s mother figure hilarious and Jisung’s shyness endearing. You don't fail to notice that Haechan always hovers close. Not necessarily standing or sitting next to you, but always close enough that you can see him from your peripheral and you can't help but wonder if it's intentional or just a coincidence.
You’re mid conversation with Mark when you feel a hand on your lower back. You easily recognise the now familiar scent of his cologne, and you instantly turn your head and look at him. You don’t know if it’s the alcohol deceiving you, but he looks even more irresistible than he did before. His hair slightly stuck to his forehead from the heat surrounding the crowded living room, cheeks and lips a deeper shade of pink now that he’s had his fair share of alcohol. You wonder if his lips taste the same as yours since you’ve been having the same drink all night.
“Shots?” Haechan shouts over the music and you and Mark follow him into the kitchen, where Jaemin and Jeno are preparing tequila shots and you wonder who assigned these two clowns with bartender duties. Chenle is now gulping down a glass of water and you’re thankful to whoever made that decision for him.
As soon as you’ve downed your shot, you take a sip of your drink as a chaser to minimise the burning sensation in your esophagus. “Wanna go get some air?” Haechan leans in and you almost shiver as his warm breath fans against your naked shoulder and you internally thank Ningning for prompting you to wear a strapless dress.
You respond with a quick nod and he smiles. “I got you.” He mumbles as he takes hold of your hand and leads you to the big balcony doors. On the way, he grabs a hoodie you assume he dumped earlier on the couch and the second you’re outside and he shuts the door, you feel the ringing in your ears. You’re thankful for the fresh air infiltrating your lungs and brain, feeling a little less intoxicated now. “Maybe that shot was a bad call,” Haechan laughs quietly at your dazed expression. “Didn’t take you for a lightweight.” He teases.
“Yah!” You elbow him, your voice louder than you intended it to be and he giggles softly, clearly also affected by the drinks he’s had all night. “I’ve had the same amount as you.” You pout drunkenly.
“I’m just teasing.” His smile soft now.
“Yeah, you seem to keep doing that.” You say with a complaint in your tone, eyes narrowing.
“Maybe I wouldn’t if you didn’t keep getting all flustered every single time.” His words take you aback; a surprised laugh escaping your throat at his boldness.
Before you have time to speak, he notices your arms coming up to conceal a shiver and without a word, he’s closer than he’s ever been before. His arms circle around you, hands hovering just above your shoulders as he holds up the hoodie, waiting for you to slot your arms through the sleeves. You look up at him before you obey, his intense stare not giving much room for any objection.
Once it’s on you, his hands come to your front to fix the neckline that connects to the hood and when you think he’s about to zip you up, he reaches behind you again, playfully dragging the hood up, over your head, covering most of your face with the thick fabric and you whine loudly, causing him to laugh. You push the hood back down, with a frown.
“Aww, cute.” He coos as he gently tames the mess he created on your head, fingers untangling and smoothing down the strands and he smiles endearingly when he’s happy with his work. "There you go, all done."
“Thanks.” You say in a bashful tone.
“For keeping you warm or calling you cute?” He asks with a smirk and you can’t help but scoff, feigning annoyance as you swat away the hand still playing with a strand of your hair.
Desperately needing to escape his daring eyes, you walk past him and towards the railing as you take in the view of the twinkling city lights and you withhold a smile when you feel him follow after you.
You feel his stare on you as he leans against the railing, taking a vape out of his pocket. He takes a puff and exhales the smoke through his nose, as he takes in the view himself, before turning to meet your eyes again. The action shouldn’t feel this intimate and it definitely shouldn’t make him look even more attractive than he already is.
You instinctively reach out and fix the chain that’s somewhat tangled around his neck. He doesn’t flinch, just moves his head to the side to make room for your hand and the sides of his lips twitch, fighting a grin. “What flavour is it?” You drop your hand from his collar and step a little closer to take a look at the fruit-flavoured stick in his hand.
“Cherry ice.” He holds it out for you. “Wanna try it?”
When you do, you can't help but scrunch your nose at the sugary taste. “Hmm.” Your uncertainty obvious as you exhale the smoke. “It’s too sweet.” You cringe at the aftertaste, your funny expression making him laugh. And you feel your heartbeat fastening at the sound. Because you're right. It's too sweet.
“I like sweet things.” He says in a hushed voice, as if he's letting you in on a secret. The dual meaning of his words causes a blush to creep up from your neck to your cheeks. You can tell he notices, but this time he holds back on teasing you and turns to look at the view again, taking another puff.
You gawk at how handsome he looks from this angle. His long lashes, the slope of his perfect nose, his incredibly kissable heart-shaped lips, his sharp jawline, his neck. Pretty. Everything about him.
“Yeah, I bet you do.” You mutter in a daze. He looks at you again and you don’t look away this time. His brown eyes sparkle, reflecting the city lights below. You realise that you’ve never actually been around him in a setting like this. It’s always been daytime with him. Always crowded. Always surrounded by noise that you had to block out. But now it’s all new.
Nighttime. Just you two. Quiet.
“That dress looks good on you, I like it.” His eyes trail down your form again, a lot quicker this time, but still noticeable and at this point you're convinced he's not even trying to hide it.
Your face feels warmer than before as you look down at your dress, your hand instinctively smoothing down the material. You can see the smoke he exhales from your peripheral and then you choose your words boldly again. “I know you do.”
“Really?” He steps closer and his hand comes up, thumb delicately tracing the tiny bow at the centre of your cleavage. “What gave me away?” Your heartbeat increases when his fingers trail upwards, pushing your hair behind your shoulder and settling on the base of your neck, his thumb on your jaw, giving you no option but to look up at him.
“You’re just-” You pause to inhale sharply when you realise how close he is. Your noses almost bumping into each other. You tip your head back slightly, to look at him properly.
“I’m what?” He urges you to go on.
“Not very subtle.” You finally finish your sentence.
“Y/N-” He says with a breathy laugh and you don’t think you’ve ever liked the sound of your name so much before. The tip of his nose rubs against your own just once and the sweetest smile takes over his features. You feel yourself leaning into him even more. His thumb still caressing your jaw and you know he wants to kiss you, but you wait. You let him take the lead. Because you need him to. “I don’t think I ever intended to be subtle with you.”
Your gaze drifts down to his lips and you so desperately want them on yours now, you think you might cave and close the gap yourself. One of your hands travels up and your pointer finger curls around his chain, pulling just a tiny bit. And the second he closes the gap you think you’re going through an out-of-body experience. His lips feel soft, and you can instantly tell he’s a good kisser.
His mouth slots perfectly against yours, slow at first. But he doesn’t waste time when your lips eagerly part against his. He licks at your bottom lip teasingly before briefly sucking, tongue easily finding its way in and the second it glides against your own, hot and wet, you moan. Both your hands find their way in his hair, slightly pulling, and you feel him sigh against your mouth. The hand on your jaw drags slowly to the back of your neck and into your hair, tilting your head to get the angle he wants. It's filthy, the perfect amount of sloppy and careful. A thousand times better than what you’ve imagined. He sucks on your tongue, forcing another moan out of you.
You try to pull away for a second to catch your breath but the hand in your hair silently instructs you to stay put. “Mmh-mm.” He protests with a whine and the vibration against your mouth feels delicious. Arousing. And you feel pathetic at how wet you already are just from kissing him. He licks into your mouth one more time before pulling back, allowing you to catch your breath, a string of saliva still connecting your lips as you both breathe heavily and your fingers tighten around the collar of his shirt in desperation.
“Fuck.” He exhales against your lips, sounding beautifully wrecked, chest moving up and down rapidly against your own and your erect nipples feel so sensitive rubbing on his shirt. Even with your eyes still closed, you can sense him looking at you, making you feel exposed and incredibly turned on at the same time.
You fully come back to your senses when he starts walking you backwards until you’re eventually backed up against the wall next to the balcony door, suddenly reminding you of your surroundings. You don’t have much time to think before his lips are on yours again and you immediately turn into mush in his arms, mouth pliantly giving him access. The only things audible are your heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your lips smacking. The faint music coming from inside, barely noticeable now.
Haechan wraps a hand around your throat, gentle but possessive and you love the weight of it on your sweaty skin, just resting there with intend. His other hand grabs the side of your thigh, raising your leg to rest on his hip. And that’s when you feel the hardness, grinding slowly against your tummy, testing the waters, and you can’t help but gasp in response.
His mouth leaves yours, trailing gentle kisses down your jaw and the side of your neck, leaving wet patches of your combined spit on your skin, and when he reaches the dip of your collarbone, he bites gently, soothing the skin with his tongue afterwards. You can’t help but clench around nothing.
He angles your head to the side, giving himself more space to suck and lick where he pleases as his other hand trails from your thigh to the curve of your ass, squeezing the flesh and bunching up your dress in the process. You whimper at the feeling of his rough hand, your eyes rolling back when he grinds into your front again, with more urgency this time.
"Fuck." You whisper breathlessly, feeling lightheaded.
“Yeah?” He mumbles against your sensitive skin, and you cup his face in your hands, guiding him to look at you again. “What do you want?” He gives you a sweet peck and you instantly melt, your insides turning into mush as you hold him there, kissing him deeply again, squishing his cheeks between your hands and he smiles into the kiss, biting your bottom lip playfully, letting lets it snap back into place, making you whine softly. “Talk to me baby.” It’s barely audible, and he says it with ease, like he’s been calling you that for a long time and your eyes almost roll back at the pet name. A few hours ago, you were high on nerves because of him and now you’re just high on him, touching you and kissing you and calling you ‘baby’, like he owns you.
Your thumbs caress his cheekbones before you trail your hands back up into his hair, nails gently scratching his scalp and he closes his eyes, humming in satisfaction. “Want you,” You murmur and kiss the side of his mouth as you drag a hand down his arm, giving his bicep a squeeze, before sneaking down to his hand that’s casually resting on your ass like it belongs there. You interlock your fingers with his, bringing both your hands between your bodies, guiding him under the front of your short dress, pressing his fingers against the seat of your lacy underwear. “Here.” You whisper against his lips and he inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring and you almost laugh at his reaction. Your leg wraps securely around him urging him closer by pushing the calf into his ass.
“Jesus Christ.” He whispers and his eyes are on his hand as his fingers now start rubbing slowly against your sensitive clit, the delicate lace somewhat helping with the much-needed friction, but you desperately want to feel his skin on yours with no barrier.
You kiss him again and he pliantly parts his lips for your tongue to invade, allowing you to taste the remnants of cherry ice. Your wet muscle glides against his slowly, and you moan when he pushes the flimsy material of your panties aside, like he’s read your mind. The moan turns into a whine when his middle and ring fingers make direct contact with your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles around the nub with precision, like he knows exactly what you like and you kiss him harder trying to distract yourself from the sensitivity, because there’s no way you’re cumming just from a few touches like a horny teenager.
You both moan in the kiss the moment his fingers dip lower and drag through your wet slit and he doesn’t waste a second, rubbing up and down slowly, spreading the wetness messily.
“You're soaked, fuck.” he mumbles in awe and you bask in the feeling of him finally knowing how much you want him; how much you need him to do something about it. “Messy baby.” His filthy words cloud your brain as your head lulls back against the wall to watch his face. He looks so pretty, his bottom lip trapped in his mouth, his glazed eyes focused on his hand still working between your legs.
He must feel your eyes on him because he looks up at you and watches your reaction with a satisfied expression as the tip of his middle finger catches at your entrance before coming back up to your clit, spreading more of your wetness. He smirks when your jaw drops and your eyes roll back as he starts rubbing the bundle of nerves in firm and quick side-to-side motions with three of his fingers.
"You're so pretty." He mutters against your lips and your stomach flutters at the words, along with your pussy.
“Fuck.” You whine when you feel him delicately suckle on your bottom lip, his tongue playfully dipping out to lick before he starts kissing down to your neck again and your arms wrap around his shoulders, holding him close, tugging at the fabric of his shirt in desperation. “So good.” You breathe into the night air, relishing in the intense pleasure the pads of his digits are giving you, flicking with just the right amount of pressure, exactly how yours would.
“Wanna make you cum.” He breathes heavily into your neck, dragging his lips up until he gently bites your earlobe. His fingers move faster now, abusing your poor clit, circling and massaging harder, and you feel a bead of sweat rolling down the back of your bent knee.
“Yeah, want it.” You nod eagerly, your hips jolting forward and he inhales sharply.
“Yeah, baby?” His eyes on you now. “Think you can take it?” His fingers now slowing down, teasing.
“Uh-huh.” You manage to get out in urgency as his fingers dip down again. “Please.” You stare into his eyes, and you feel yours starting to water when his middle and ring fingers slowly slide into you with ease. Your jaw drops, the stretch delicious and so needed, so welcome. Your vision blurs when he slowly starts pumping them in and out, testing the waters first and your eyes roll back in relief. A squeal escapes you when he curls his fingers just the right amount and starts fucking in and out of your pussy at a rapid pace, like he’s on a mission.
“Oh fuck!” You exclaim in shock, your hand flying to his bicep as you look down at his hand, the veins protruding on his tan arm, the sight so sinful you have to close your eyes again. The heel of his palm rubbing against your clit each time he fucks into you, creates a deliciously warm vibration. The sounds are obscene, your wetness making every thrust loud.
Another pornographic moan breaks out of you when his pace gets a little rougher and Haechan has to shut you up with a hand on your mouth. Your shaky fingers are clawing at his chest, over his shirt, and he lets out a low grunt against the hand he’s got pressed on your mouth, his forehead resting on yours and his eyes closing when you clench around his fingers. Your legs start shaking from the intense pleasure and he opts to wrapping his arm securely around your waist in order to help you maintain your compromised balance. He doesn’t hesitate to replace his hand with his lips, silencing you with a wet, tongue-filled kiss, swallowing all your noises. You’re not really kissing him back, your lips parted against his at a pathetic attempt of reciprocating, just panting and whining, completely lost in pleasure.
“I’m so close.” You whisper and you feel like you’re on the verge of crying.
“I’ve got you, baby, c'mon.” He murmurs into the messy kiss breathlessly, saliva coating both your chins and you love every second of it. The pads of his fingers now abusing the spongy spot at the front of your walls at an intense speed, hitting it just perfectly and you think you might pass out. Your walls flutter around his fingers, sucking him in and you're sure he can tell you're right there. Slick is dripping down his wrist, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all. “Fuck yeah, there it is.”
“Haechan, I'm-“ Your eyes slightly widen, and you can’t even finish your sentence as you stumble over the edge. “Oh my god.” Your voice strained, your lungs struggling to keep up. The heat from where his fingers are burying repeatedly, starts spreading and your stomach clenches. Your walls clamp down on his hand, kneading his fingers and for a second, his eyes close, seeming to enjoy the constricting feeling. Your own eyes roll back at the pleasure, eyebrows creased, jaw dropping in a silent moan, breaths coming out quick and you're sure he can feel your leg shaking uncontrollably against his hip.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” His words make you smile in your daze, and you bite on your bottom lip knowing he finds pleasure in your own. He doesn’t stop moving his fingers, letting you ride out your high for as long as possible and when your eyes open, you see him watching your face in awe, and ironically, you feel shy.
His fingers slow down when you whine from overstimulation, until he completely halts and buries them inside to enjoy the feeling of your sensitive walls for a little longer. He kisses your cheek sweetly as he carefully pulls out of you, his fingers bumping lightly against your clit, causing you to flinch. He buries his face in your neck to conceal his laugh, hot breath fanning against your damp skin as he scatters little kisses.
You sigh and relax contently when his warm hand cups your soaked centre and he keeps it there in a comforting manner.
"Good?” He whispers, nose delicately rubbing against your flushed skin and you almost don’t hear him due to the ringing in your ears still lingering after the intense high.
"Yeah." Your forehead is sweaty; you feel baby hairs sticking to the damp skin and you lazily smile at how fast his heart is beating against your palm. Your eyes are staring dreamily at his face and you rub your nose against his, your hand coming up to stroke his cheek affectionately. Your thumb drags across his bottom lip and he bites on it playfully, his nose scrunching cutely, making you swoon. It scares you how comfortable you already feel around him.
Your leg drops from his hip, and you wince at the soreness. His hand now trapped between your legs, still cupping your heat. An idea pops into your head, making you smirk and he watches your expression with an inquisitive look, eyebrows raising slightly in question.
"What?" He asks, eyes innocent, seemingly lost.
You firmly wrap a hand around his wrist, trying not to whimper when you feel his fingers drag against your sensitive clit and your hold tightens. He lets you lift his hand between both your faces, his eyes inspecting the strings of wetness stretching between his long digits. Without warning you lean forward, wrapping your swollen lips around the two fingers that were inside you just a few minutes ago and Haechan whimpers at the sinful gesture. It’s erotic, filthy and you don’t even know what took over you but you certainly relish in his reaction. Your eyes watching him carefully, his pupils dilated as he watches you hungrily, cheeks flushed, swollen lips parted prettily.
“Shit, baby.” His voice on the whiny side now, and you feel his other hand tightening on your hip. He’s very clearly turned on and you almost feel bad for torturing him, considering he’s done nothing but please you. He pushes his fingers deeper inside your mouth wanting you to taste yourself and you swirl your tongue around them, harshly sucking, making a mess on purpose. You let a satisfied hum around his digits, closing your eyes as you pull them out with a wet pop.
“You’re being unfair now.” He grunts and grabs the back of your neck, crashing his lips against yours in an open-mouthed kiss. Teeth clashing and tongues tangling messily as he licks into your mouth obscenely, moaning at the taste of you. You let out a surprised yelp when his fingers find your oversensitive cunt again and he dips them between your puffy lips, rubbing them up and down, like he did before, unforgivingly ignoring your protesting sounds. “Still so wet.” He mutters into the kiss and you whine pathetically.
“Mmf-, too much.” You force the words out against his mouth and grab his wrist in urgency this time. He laughs meanly but obliges anyway. He brings his soaked fingers up to his own lips this time and you can’t seem to be able to break eye contact as he slowly sucks on them, making a spectacle, the act much more intimate when he’s the one doing it.
Once he’s done, he drops his hand on your waist, wiping the wetness on the material of his hoodie and kisses you again, this time slow, languidly, wanting to savour your taste and he moans when your hands start unbuckling his belt. “Can I make you cum?” You murmur into the kiss and he’s contemplating but just as he's about to kiss you again, the moment is ruined by a wandering Jaemin, who rolls the doors open and lets out a shocked sound when he steps out.
“Oh shit, sorry.” His eyes widen when he realises it’s you and Haechan he’s walked in on and not a couple of strangers. “Oh shit.” He says again, with more emphasis this time and you bury your face in Haechan’s shoulder to hide your embarrassment. His arm around your waist tightens in reassurance, sensing your unease and you smile against his neck in silent gratitude. “Yo!” Jaemin says loudly and points an accusatory finger at both of you. "What the fuck? We’ve been looking everywhere for you!”
“Jaem, read the fucking room.” Haechan’s tone is slightly harsh but his touch feels delicate where his hand strokes gently on your waist. “Go back inside, we’ll join you in a bit.”
Jaemin grins mischievously. “Well, most people have gone home now, I just came out to have a smoke, but I’ll leave you to it.” He moves to head back inside but before shutting the big glass door he pokes his head out again. “Oh, just fyi, Chenle is passed out on the sofa and Mark is still in there somewhere, just in case you’re planning on fucking out here.” His expression then changes, eyes narrowing as he inspects both of you from head to toe, a look of realisation taking over his face.
“Unless you already have?” He poses quizzically.
“You’ll go back inside now, unless you want Jeno finding out about last-“
”Kay bye!” Jaemin quickly shuts the door, fleeing the scene before Haechan can finish his sentence.
“Sorry about him.” Haechan mutters, burying his face into your shoulder and lets out a sigh. “Half his brain cells appear to be dead.” You snort at his jokey comment but you can sense the irritation in his voice. You run your fingers through his hair, scratching on the back of his neck and smile to yourself when you feel him shiver against you, his cheek resting on your shoulder.
He lifts his head, looking down your figure as his hands slide down your hips and onto the tops of your thighs, dipping under the hem of your dress and before you can protest, he slips your underwear back into place. His knuckles drag against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs and your breath hitches when you feel him tap his fingers against your core lightly. He laughs when you slap his hand away and you narrow your eyes at him scoldingly. You relax when he smooths over the fabric of your dress to make it look less wrinkled and you find yourself fighting a smile at the sweet gesture. It feels domestic almost.
“Thanks.” You say softly, eyes locking with his. He smiles and leans down to quickly peck you on the lips. His hands caress your sides one last time and then they slide up, squeezing your tits softly in the process, the pads of his fingers lightly dipping into the flesh that spills over the top of your tight dress.
”Pretty.” He mumbles almost to himself and if you were under the impression he was an ass man, now you're thinking you might have been wrong. He continues his journey upwards, taming your messy hair, gently combing stray strands behind your ears. “Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
When you step back inside, you both quietly laugh at the sight of poor Chenle sprawled face first on his new sofa and you’re pretty sure he’s drooling on it. Haechan heads into the kitchen and comes back with a glass of water, which he places on the coffee table next to Chenle’s unmoving body. He then maneuvers him carefully, turning him on his side so he doesn’t choke to death in his sleep with his face buried in the cushions. You smile at the thoughtful gesture, and you move to grab your bag from the coffee table to distract yourself from the fluttering in your stomach.
“’Will he be okay on his own?” A tinge of concern in his eyes.
“Yeah, he’ll be fine. He always passes out like this when he gets too drunk.” You lean down and leave a small kiss on Chenle’s temple, brushing the hair away from his forehead. “I’d say he looks angelic but he’s actually the devil incarnate.” You whisper, observing Chenle’s cute face, and you can confirm he’s actually drooling on his sofa.
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The walk back to your place is mostly quiet but comfortable. Haechan swings your interlocked hands distractedly as you’re both walking at a slow pace, trying to prolong the night for as long as possible.
“What’s Jaemin’s dirty laundry then? You threatened him you’d tell Jeno earlier.” You break the silence and he chuckles at your question.
“He had sex in Jeno’s bed last year.” He chuckles as he spills the secret and looks at you, gauging your reaction.
“Sounds like someone needs to teach that boy a lesson.” You say, and before you can stop the words tumbling out of your mouth, “Maybe we should fuck in his bed.” Your eyes widen at your own words and Haechan’s head snaps up to look you, mirroring your shocked expression. And then he laughs loudly. A kind of laugh you’ve never heard from him. His hand rests on his abdomen as if his stomach is in pain.
“Alright it’s not that funny.” You pout in embarrassment. “In my head it sounded kind of sexy.”
His laugh gradually dies down until there’s just amusement written on his face. “I mean, we can do that if you actually want to, but I have other priorities.”
“Meaning?”
“Well..” He trails in thought. “Ideally, I'd like to take you out first,” You feel like exploding but you maintain a stoic expression, gesturing him to continue. “And I'd rather fuck you in my own bed before moving on to Jaemin’s or anyone else’s.”
Your breath catches at his forwardness and you’re suddenly struggling to find the right words. “Umm,” you think carefully. “What about my bed?” You ask innocently.
"Don't worry, it's up there." His smirk makes you feel weak and you feel him squeeze your hand in his, running his thumb over the back of it.
“You sound awfully confident.” You say calmly, fighting a smile.
He pulls you closer by your hand. “What, you think I’m playing?” He almost sounds offended.
“I dunno, don’t really know much about you.” You shrug.
“Do you want to?” He asks and for the first time he sounds nervous.
You squeeze his hand the same way he did with yours, hoping to reassure him. “I think I’ve made it pretty clear that I do.” You halt your movements when you reach your building and look up into his eyes. “A lot.” His fingers stay intertwined with yours lazily. A relieved smile takes over his expression, and you really feel like kissing him again. He looks shy all of a sudden and a giggle escapes your throat. “Cute.”
He clicks his tongue to show annoyance, and you can see him poking the muscle against the inside of his cheek, trying to hold back a smile when he looks away for a second. Then he steps closer, invading your space again. “You wanna give me your number? I don’t really use instagram.”
“Okay, green flag.” You say playfully and he snorts. You hold your hand out for him to pass you his phone and when you’ve saved your contact, you text yourself a “hi” so you can save his number too.
“Cool.” He says casually as he shoves his phone in his back pocket.
“Cool.” You say back and step closer to him, wanting to feel his warmth one more time before parting ways. He smiles in understanding and pulls you closer, wrapping both arms around your waist to hold your body flush against his. You wrap your arms around his middle and rest your head on his chest. “I had fun tonight.” You murmur.
He rests his chin at the top of your head. One of his hands sneaks up and holds the back of your neck gently while the other strokes the small of your back. “I did too.” His fingers bury in your hair, gently pulling to make you look at him but you don’t get the chance, because his lips are on yours instantly, dragging slowly, carefully. Both his hands cup your face as he licks your bottom lip for access, which you give without a second thought and his tongue sneaks in to play with yours, letting you taste him. Your body completely relaxes against his, enjoying the warm feeling of his chest against yours.
You whine when he pulls back to look at you and he smiles when your lips trail after his. He gives in with a smile, chastely kissing you again. No tongue this time, but he playfully sucks your bottom lip into his mouth, and you love how safe you feel in his arms. He trails up, kissing the tip of your nose and back down again as he gives you another wet smooch before creating a tiny bit of distance between your lips while still maintaining the closeness between your bodies.
You smile against his jaw as you slip your hand into his empty back pocket, lightly squeezing his ass cheek and he laughs at your playfulness.
“Okay, you better go now before I drag you upstairs with me.” You give him a little kiss on the cheek before slipping away from his warmth. You take off his hoodie and hand it back to him.
"Mmm okay." He moves away reluctantly. “I’ll text you yeah?” He says with a cute smile.
“I’ll try and text you back.” You tease and he rolls his eyes, his smile not faltering.
“Night, Y/N.” He quietly says in the night air and you melt at the way your name rolls off his tongue.
“Night, Haechan.” You give him a small wave goodbye and watch him walk away.
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The next morning, you're quietly munching on your cereal, lost in thought, reminiscing last night like it’s a distant memory, when you see a hungover Jeno messily stumbling out of Ningning's room, carrying his shoes in one hand and his jacket in the other. "Didn't care to take off your shoes at the door?" Your voice seems to startle him in the quiet of the morning.
"Shit!" His reaction making you laugh. "Fuck, Y/N, you scared me."
"Sorry." You're really not. "Are you pulling a French exit on my friend?" Your serious tone seems to intimidate him.
"No, she's awake, just snoozing." He says quickly. "I swear." You try not to laugh at the nervousness written all over his face. "Nothing happened, we just cuddled."
"Relax, I'm just fucking with you." You chuckle at his disheveled state. "Want some breakfast? I can offer three kinds of cereal." You point at your selection of boxes.
His eyes widen eagerly at that. "Sure, thanks." He walks towards where you're sitting at the kitchen table, dropping his shoes on the floor and his jacket on the back of his chair, before taking a seat across from you. "I'll just have what you're having." He says with a sweet smile, eyes almost disappearing and you realise he sort of looks like a Samoyed puppy but refrain from making a comment. You’re not that close after all.
You nod and get up to grab him a bowl. He's looking at his phone when he speaks up again. "So, you and Haechan?" You hold back a smile as you pass him a bowl with a spoon and the milk. He looks at you again and he explains when he sees your questioning stare. "Jaemin messaged the group chat."
"Ah," You nod in understanding. "Of course."
"So?" He asks expectantly, chewing loudly after he's poured the milk in his cheerios.
"What, you can't wait until he tells you himself?" You ask sarcastically.
"Girls' perspectives are always better." He pauses mid munch. "Plus, Haechan is the most private dude when it comes to stuff like that." For some reason that doesn't surprise you.
"Good for him." You get up to wash your bowl after finishing. "Maybe you're just too nosy."
"Oh c'mon, it's not that big of a deal, is it?" Your silence seems to intrigue him. "Or maybe it is?"
You turn to look at him when you're done washing up, leaning next to the sink and you see he's already devoured the contents of his bowl. "Feel free to go for seconds." You say pointing at the box in front of him and his face lights up before he starts pouring more cereal.
"Do you like him then?" He asks casually as he starts munching again and the question makes you falter. "Because, if you do," He swallows. "I can confirm it's reciprocated." Your eyebrows lift at his confession and Jeno smirks at your shocked expression. "Just spill, I won't tell him." And you trust his words, but you suddenly feel shy, thinking about your intimate moments with Haechan.
"I'll tell you if you tell me about you and Ning." You like knowing boys' perspectives too.
"Sounds fair." He nods with his mouth full.
"You want the TMI or PG-13 version?" You appreciate he's still eating so you don't want to ruin his breakfast.
"TMI, always." He says casually.
"He fingered me on Chenle's balcony and then said he wants to take me out." Jeno chokes at your confession.
"Jesus woman!" He coughs lightly and clears his throat before continuing. "No tact whatsoever."
You snort at his reaction. "You said 'TMI always' no?"
"Was it good?" He asks in a quieter and more serious tone now. Like he's asking you to share one of your deepest secrets. And here you were thinking you weren’t that close. You can’t help but laugh because that sounds like what Ningning would have asked in a situation like this. Maybe they are a good match after all.
"The fingering?" He nods at your question, eyes not leaving yours, having paused his eating, spoon still in hand hovering over his bowl. "I mean, I thought I was gonna pass out at some point so, yeah, pretty good."
An eyebrow raised in fascination. "Damn, go Haechan." Then he asks carefully. "So, I take it you'd go out with him?"
You shrug. "Maybe, but I don’t think I want a situationship or anything like that."
"You're in luck, he's not into that shit either."
"We'll see, he hasn't texted yet." You try to sound casual but you know Jeno can see right through you.
"Don't worry, he will."
"Who says I'm worried?" You huff a humorless laugh.
He rolls his eyes and gets up to walk over to the sink, taking his bowl with him. "If he said he wants to take you out, he meant it. And trust me when I say, that boy has had enough of casual flings. He might be going about it a bit backwards, but he’s definitely interested." He states like it's a fact and you're thankful he's trying to reassure you even though he doesn't owe you anything.
"How do you know it's reciprocated?" You ask carefully, referring to what Jeno said earlier and he smiles cheekily.
"I thought you weren't worried." He teases, moving his eyebrows up and down and you flick the back of his head. "Ow! Okay okay, jeez." He rubs the sore spot with the inside of his wrist to prevent his soapy fingers from touching his hair. He then proceeds to dry the clean bowl with the kitchen towel he spots on the counter and hands it to you with a sweet smile on his face.
"Thanks, you didn't have to wash up." You say, putting the bowl back on its shelf. He waves his hand, gesturing that there's no need to thank him for something so small.
"He said he thought you were ‘pretty cool’ after we hounded you on Thursday and for the first time in, like, forever, he was stressing about his outfit before a party."
You give him a pointed look. "How’s that an indication of anything?"
"Trust me, that's enough indication for Haechan. He's probably already planning your wedding as we speak." You roll your eyes at his exaggeration. "Y/N, he likes you. It was so obvious that both me and Jaem knew he was gonna make a move last night." He sits down again and starts putting his shoes on. "Obviously, I didn't think he was gonna finger you in a public space and what not but-"
"To be fair, I initiated that." You interrupt him and he snorts.
"I'm sure he didn't mind." Jeno jokes with a smirk, and you cover your face in embarrassment, earning a chuckle from him. He must be enjoying this because he proceeds to tease even more. "If anything, he probably found that incredibly hot." You groan at his words. "Seriously, there's nothing hotter than a woman who knows what she wants."
You look at him through your fingers still covering your face, a teasing comment pops in your head. Two can certainly play this game.
"That explains why you didn't sleep in your own bed last night." You notice the blush that creeps up on his cheeks and you can help but cross your arms over your chest proudly.
"Yeah, something like that." He says sheepishly, his hand awkwardly scratching the back of his neck and you suddenly can't wait for your debrief with Ningning later. "Anyway, my point is, I think you should give him a chance." He finishes putting his shoes on, both feet on the floor now and he looks at you, his back leaning against the chair and his arms crossing over his chest. "He's a great guy."
"Alright, enough about me, your turn now."
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Haechan likes to think he's a decent guy. He's got his life together; he's on top of his coursework, he gets decent grades, he's got good friends and he's got a part-time job at a record store that pays relatively well. At least well enough to cover his own personal expenses. His parents help him out with rent, but they do appreciate his efforts and he does his best to not feel like a burden. He's a good son and a good big brother to all three of his siblings.
He's polite to old people and even helps them cross the street when he needs to, he loves his friends and always looks out for them, even if he gets grumpy sometimes, he never holds grudges and is upfront about things that bother him. He likes buying his loved ones presents and not just for special occasions. Not because he's a people pleaser, but because he just likes making them happy whenever he can. He tries not to lie except for the odd white lie here and there.
He doesn't fuck around or date aimlessly. At least not anymore. He went through a phase during his first year of uni but it's been two years since then and he's currently embracing single life. Yes, he sometimes does cave into the temptation of bringing a girl back after a party, but it's a rare occurrence and he's always honest about what he wants. He hates leading people on. It's not that he's afraid of commitment, he often finds himself wanting a girlfriend but he's not actively searching for one either.
He knows he doesn't lack in the looks department, or in any other department really. Yeah, he's got his silly insecurities like everyone else but he's a confident guy overall. Although, he does admit that he can sometimes be cocky, that's because he knows he's the most mature out of his friends. Yes, Renjun mostly looks after everyone and has a motherly figure, but Haechan gives the best advice when it comes to most serious life dilemmas, and he's aware of that. He might not be the brightest when it comes to academics but he's confident when it comes to navigating life sensibly and responsibly. That's why he was completely and utterly flabbergasted when you came into the picture. His picture.
He's always noticed you before, yes, and he's always thought you were good looking, but that's about it. He doesn't just go around hitting on every girl he finds attractive. He's more of a 'personality above all else' type of man, so when he first saw you, even though he thought to himself 'wow, pretty', he didn't think it would be appropriate to just come up to you and ask for your number. Plus, you seemed somewhat reserved from the few times you had exchanged words. Not that he didn't like that, because he did, he did find you intriguing, he would get to know you if the opportunity posed itself to him, but he also didn't feel like chasing after you would be something you'd like or even welcome. You didn't seem cold, just indifferent. And so, he kind of just opted to observing you from afar.
Sometimes you were alone, other times you were with a girl whose name he didn't know, others with a boy whose name he couldn't remember. He was sure they'd met before though, maybe at a party around campus or maybe through a friend? He couldn't quite place him. Other times you were with them both, laughing your heart out at whatever you three were talking about and he found himself wondering what makes you laugh that hard.
He knew you always sat two rows behind him in his stats class every Thursday afternoon, his last class of that day. However, he rarely got to see you on Thursdays, even though you were both in the same room for an hour and a half. You always arrived after him and left before him, so, whenever he turned his head at the end of the lecture to look for you, you were already gone. The times he did get to see you, were the times he would turn up a little later than normal, which was exactly one minute before the professor started speaking. Even then, he wasn't really able to observe you for as long as he'd ideally like. He would just get to see the back of your head for a few seconds before reaching his usual seat. He sometimes would pretend to crack his back, just to turn around twice and look at your pretty face for a few seconds. Your attention was always on the notes in front of you though. One time he did catch you already staring at him. You looked away the second his eyes met yours, almost shy. He found it cute and thought to himself; 'maybe she's not that indifferent after all'.
He knew you and Jeno were somewhat friendly because you shared a few classes and he was sure he'd caught you speaking with Jaemin a couple times in corridors. He wasn't jealous or anything, but he definitely wouldn't mind being on first name basis with you too. And it's not like he was obsessed with you. He didn't really think about you that much, but his intrigue definitely intensified when he got to speak to you properly for the first time at that party just before summer. He can’t clearly remember what you two exactly talked about, but he does remember not wanting to leave, he remembers thinking you looked unreal and he certainly remembers wishing he could relive that moment sober so he could memorise every word that came out of your mouth.
Things have changed now though. Drastically and unexpectedly. Because just two days ago he got to speak to you again and his curiosity morphed into excitement.
You pleasantly surprised him. From the way you handled yourself around Jaemin's obnoxiously loud personality to the way you put Jeno in his place like no girl ever has before. You were witty and smart and sweet. Too sweet. And he knows that, because he's quite literally tasted you now. Just a few hours ago he had you pinned against the wall of your friend's new apartment. Just a few hours ago he had you gasping and writhing and pathetically whining his name, simply because his fingers were too much for you. And he loved every second of it.
Haechan didn't really go to Chenle's party thinking he'd get some. He was just excited to get to know you and speak to you one on one. He went into the situation hoping he could maybe flirt with you and end up with your number in his contact list at the end of the night, which he did. And maybe he was hoping he could get to walk you home and get a kiss from you, which again, he did. But he didn't expect you'd reciprocate his flirting like you were prepared for it. He definitely didn't expect you'd ask him who and what he wants to write songs about and he definitely didn't expect you to kiss him back the way you did.
He's kissed many people before. He's had good kisses, bad ones, a few memorable ones and certainly a lot of forgettable ones. He's never kissed anyone the way he kissed you, though. And he's equally never had anyone kiss him the way you kissed him. Not even ex-girlfriends. Not that he's had many, but the two he's had don't even come close. And that scares him. Because if Haechan thought he wasn't obsessed with you before, he really doesn't know what to think now. But what he does know is that it’s incredibly unfair of you to make him feel and think this much, this soon.
It's still early, the sun barely out. He's maybe managed to get four hours of sleep before getting woken up by the sound of someone retching in the bathroom down the hall. Most likely Jaemin. He almost fell asleep again after that but the sound of a door slamming, completely ruined his slumber. So, now he's just staring at his ceiling, one arm supporting his head on the pillow and the other resting lazily on his naked stomach. He feels tired but he knows he won't be able to go back to sleep now. And that's fine, because he can at least think about you. He can think about your voice and your scent and he can think about how you touched him and how you let him touch you. He can think about how you tried to keep quiet in the midst of pleasure but miserably failed repeatedly. And he's definitely going to think about how good you felt around his fingers. Perfect. There are so many things he can think about when it comes to you and there's not a single bad one. Everything related to you is good.
You said you wanted to get to know him 'a lot', and that was exactly what he wanted to hear, but he can't help but wonder when you started to feel this way. Not that it matters that much, because, regardless of the timeline, he's going to make it happen. He's going to take you out and he's going to get to know you. He's almost worried that he's going about this in the wrong order, because, ideally, he would have wanted to take you out before any kissing and sexual activities took place. Not because he's old fashioned or some kind of prude, but because he doesn't want you getting the wrong impression. He doesn't want you thinking he's only into you because of the sexual chemistry you share. Of course, he thinks physical intimacy is important, but he's always found that emotional intimacy beats all. And he wants to see if he can get to that level with you. He knows you're compatible sexually, he could tell last night you were on the same wavelength. There was no awkwardness, no uncertainty.
He could tell you knew your body well, that you knew what you wanted and he liked that you weren't shy about it. And he'd be lying if he said that wasn't one of his favourite parts of the night; the moment you guided his hand where you wanted it. He found that so attractive that he actually thought about it when he got in his bed last night and finally managed to relieve the hardness in his boxers. He loved that you weren't shy about how much you wanted him to touch you. You were the perfect amount of vocal, and your body reacted to his words the way he hoped it would. So, yes, he is positive sexual chemistry isn’t something you two would struggle with, but he also doesn't want it to be the main thing that you connect on. He wants a lot more than that.
Haechan is self-aware. He's a horny guy and he's not shy about it. He likes what he likes and there's not much he doesn't like when it comes to sex. He's very much open to exploring and what not, but he knows that he's always struggled connecting with people on an emotional level before. Especially people he's dated. He's had flings and he's had casual sexual partners. He's been in a couple of serious relationships, and he's been infatuated with his ex-girlfriends or ex flings, but he knows he’s never been in love with any of them. He remembers thinking he loved his first girlfriend, but he was only 16 back then and when he thinks back to that relationship, he barely sees it as a relationship. All they ever did was go on walks, watch movies, cuddle and make out. Eventually it just fizzled out.
His second relationship was serious, but toxic. He remembers enjoying the push-and-pull situation initially but when it all became so unbearably exhausting, it put him off relationships for a long time. Now that he's had time to be alone and process his own feelings, he knows he's capable of commitment, but he wants it to be with the right person, and he wants it to be with someone who will accept him for who he is. Haechan knows that if he found the one now, he would commit. And he doesn't know if you're the one, but he wouldn't mind exploring if you would stick around for the long run.
And so, later in the day, when he's lazily sprawled on the sofa, next to a hungover Jeno, who apparently saw you this morning and reassured him that you're definitely interested, Haechan decides to finally text you like he promised. When he opens your chat, he sees you've already texted yourself to save his number and added a little sunflower emoji next to your name and he smiles to himself. He wonders if you've added an emoji next to his name too and if so, which one?
20:03 Hae☀️: hey pretty
20:03 Hae☀️: have any free periods tomorrow?
20:09 y/n🌻: hii :)
20:09 y/n🌻: i do
20:10 y/n🌻: I am free between 1pm-3pm
20:11 Hae☀️: wanna grab a coffee with me?
20:12 y/n🌻: i'd love to
20:13 Hae☀️: woop!
20:13 Hae☀️: where shall I meet you?
20:18 y/n🌻: how about the café by the architecture building?
20:21 Hae☀️: i know the one
20:21 Hae☀️: i'll be there there at 1pm sharp
20:22 Hae☀️: don't stand me up 👉🏻👈🏻
20:24 y/n🌻: i would never 🥺
20:25 Hae☀️: thought about you a lot today
20:26 y/n🌻: really?
20:26 y/n🌻: what did you think about?
20:28 Hae☀️: yes really
20:28 Hae☀️: just...things
20:29 Hae☀️: can't say much more than that
20:29 Hae☀️: did you not think about me? :(
20:31 y/n🌻: nah
20:31 y/n🌻: not really :(
20:32 Hae☀️: 🙄
20:32 Hae☀️: ur rude
20:32 Hae☀️: and a liar
20:34 y/n🌻: oops
20:34 y/n🌻: why ask a question you already know the answer to?
20:35 Hae☀️: smooth
20:35 Hae☀️: i guess i needed some reassurance
20:36 y/n🌻: Hae?
20:36 Hae☀️: yea?
20:37 y/n🌻: I thought about you
20:37 y/n🌻: a lot
20:37 y/n🌻: like an unhealthy amount
20:38 Hae☀️: fuck
20:38 Hae☀️: didn't think you'd actually say it
20:40 y/n🌻: happy?
20:40 y/n🌻: it appears I can't say no to you
20:41 Hae☀️: very :)
20:41 Hae☀️: it appears the feeling is mutual
The rest of Haechan's evening consists of him pretending he's paying attention to the Netflix show Jeno picked out for them to watch after dinner, when the only thing he's actually interested in are the messages he's exchanging with you. You told him you're also chilling on your couch with Ningning, watching a crime documentary with a bowl of instant ramen.
"Bruh, you're astronomically whipped." Jeno laughs to himself, the constant buzzing coming from Haechan's phone making it obvious that he's been messaging you.
"Yeah, so? Deal with it." Haechan doesn't even lift his head to look at Jeno, just keeps smiling distractedly at his screen.
Jeno snorts. "At least you're not denying it." He turns his attention back to the show he's practically been watching on his own for the past hour. "I respect that."
Haechan looks up at Jeno and shrugs. "I'm no fraud, Lee Jeno. You, of all people, should know that." And that earns him laugh with a nod of approval.
“You asked her out yet?” The question casual. No teasing tone detected, just curiosity.
"I'm seeing her tomorrow between classes." Haechan's attention back on your chat.
“Like a coffee date?” Jeno asks cutely and Haechan just responds with a nod, his thumbs hovering over his keyboard as he looks up at Jeno, waiting for some sort of comment.
“That's a good first date.” Jeno's words of approval offer Haechan a sense of relief he didn't know he needed. "Just good quality time, no pressure."
“Yeah, that's what I was thinking.” Haechan's eyes are on the tv now, but he isn't really paying attention to the programme.
Jeno sees right through him. "You nervous?"
Haechan thinks about his response. Is he nervous? “More excited than nervous, I'd say.” Haechan looks up at him when he's met with silence. "What?" He asks confused when he notices his friend's amused expression.
“Nothing, just trying to think when you turned into an absolute sap.” And he laughs loudly when Haechan hits him in the face with one of the cushions scattered on the sofa. “Relaaaaax you big baby, I'm just messing with you.” Jeno throws the cushion back at Haechan and he catches is with a grunt. “I actually think this is good. You haven't dated anyone half decent in a long time.”
Haechan snorts, because Jeno's words hold nothing but the truth. “True.” He states with a purse of his lips.
“If your first date is casual vibes, you should do something fancy for the second one.” Jeno says in a skeptical tone.
“Since when are you a dating expert?”
“Shut up, you've been dying to ask for advice and you know it.” He's right, but Haechan would never admit that. “It should also be on a Friday or Saturday so you don't have to worry about being hungover in class.” Jeno points a finger at Haechan. “Karaoke could be fun!”
“Where are you taking Ningning?” Jeno's eyes widen at the question and Haechan chuckles triumphantly. "You ever gonna tell me about that or nah?"
“Your new girlfriend can tell you all about it tomorrow.” Jeno crosses his arms over his chest after pulling the hood of his jumper over his head.
“Yeah, we're gonna spend the entirety of our first date talking about your sexcapades.” Haechan responds sarcastically.
“No sexcapades, she said she's not currently dating.” Jeno says quickly with a frown.
“And that's a problem for you, because..?” Haechan gestures with his hand for Jeno to explain. “Is your ego hurt or something?”
Jeno shrugs his shoulders like a toddler. “Just a bit disappointing, you know?”
“Shit.” Haechan says with a tone of fascination. “So, you're into her then.”
Jeno shrugs with a huff and Haechan almost feels bad.
“Did you sleep with her or nah?”
“Nah, just cuddled.” Jeno admits, voice laced with disappointment.
“Jeno,” Haechan pinches the bridge of his nose to show exasperation. “You're an idiot.”
“Wha- why?” Jeno's eyes widen at his friend's insult.
“Are you being daft on purpose? She would've fucked you and chucked you out if she wasn't interested.” Haechan is putting the facts out on the table as if it's going to help Jeno realise what is happening, but to no avail. “She's clearly aware of your reputation.”
Jeno perks up at that. "What about my reputation?" His eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
Haechan kisses his teeth. "You're a certified slut."
“Yeah and? What am I meant to do?”
“Well, if you want her, you're gonna have to work for it.” Haechan says like it's self-explanatory.
"I don't chase." Jeno mumbles stubbornly.
"No Ningning then." And Jeno scoffs at Haechan's patronising tone. "Sounds like you're in need of advice more than I am."
_
You can't really wrap your head around the fact that you're currently walking to your favourite café in campus, only this time you're not meeting up with your two best friends, you’re meeting with Haechan instead. Fuck. You're meeting up with Haechan.
You don't even know if you're supposed to call this a date. He said he wanted to hang out with you and that he can't wait to see you, but people say all sorts of things, and you don't want to get ahead of yourself. You wonder if he's nervous like you are, or if he sees this as a casual coffee break in between his routine. But then again, if it's just that, why ask you and not one of his friends? You told yourself this morning that you wouldn't overthink, but you're now realising that you're miserably failing. Ningning would not be proud.
You check the time on your phone and that instant it buzzes in your hand. Your heart beats a little quicker.
12:55 Hae☀️: what do you want?
12:55 y/n🌻: in life or..?
12:56 Hae☀️: lmao
12:56 Hae☀️: to drink silly
12:56 Hae☀️: we can talk about what you want in life when you get here
12:57 y/n🌻: caramel iced latte pls and thank you :)
12:57 y/n🌻: im 2 mins away btw
12:57 Hae☀️: thought you didn't like sweet things
12:58 Hae☀️: no rush, just ordering now
12:58 y/n🌻: i like my coffee sweet
12:58 y/n🌻: among other things
12:59 Hae☀️: cheeky
12:59 y/n🌻: im here
13:00 y/n🌻: where you at?
13:00 Hae☀️: you look cute
13:00 Hae☀️: to your left
And there he is, sitting at a table by the window, already looking at you, head tilted, eyes pretty, smile saccharine sweet. His phone is still in his hand, thumb hovering over the screen and you notice there's a new ring adorning the digit. His other hand raises and his fingers wiggle, playfully waving at you. You already feel flustered and you think that it should be illegal for a man to be this handsome.
When you walk over, he stands up and casually lifts an arm for you to slot under. "Hey you." He says quietly and you smile. Your arms instinctively wrap around his middle, and your face buries in his shoulder, taking in his familiar scent. It immediately brings you comfort, your overthinking long forgotten. You feel his arms squeezing around your figure and he playfully rocks you from side to side. You giggle and pull back slightly to look at him.
“Hey you.” You repeat his words back at him and his smile is nothing short of mesmerising. His lovely doe eyes hold warmth and tiny stars that you feel could burn you if you stare into them for too long, so you decide to look at the table instead. You spot your iced latte, placed opposite what you assume is an iced americano. “Thanks for getting my coffee, you didn't have to.”
“I wanted to.” He states plainly and unwraps his arms from you, allowing you to sit down before taking his own seat opposite you. It almost feels strange sitting with him like this, seeing him in this light. Not in a lecture hall and not at a party surrounded by your friends. Just the two of you, on a Monday, sitting at your favourite café, in the middle of the day. It’s real. It’s mundane. “Are you hungry? We can get something to eat if you want.” He speaks so fast, one would think he’s trying to cover up nerves.
You smile at his attentiveness and shake your head. “I’m good for now, thanks.”
“Okay.” He doesn’t press and you can’t help but think he looks so boyfriend coded. His big forest green jumper makes him look extra cuddly and you want to bury your face in his neck again. “Heard you bumped into Jeno yesterday.” He says, filling the silence before taking a sip of his coffee.
“Yeah, I interrupted his walk of shame.” You chuckle at the memory. “He looked quite embarrassed, bless him.” You twirl your straw, staring at the condensation dripping down your cup. “Didn’t realise he was that nosy though.” You say with a grin and your eyes move to look at Haechan who’s mirroring you.
His lips curl into a smirk. “Why, did he ask about-” He pauses for a moment, trying to find the right words. “About Saturday night.” His eyebrow raises inquisitively.
Your chin rests on your hand. “Mm-hm, apparently Jaemin messaged your group chat.”
Haechan snorts and you assume he knows which message you’re referring to. “Yeah, if you found Jeno nosy, good luck tolerating Jaemin.”
“I’m just hoping we didn’t scar him for life.”
“I mean,” he shrugs, gently tapping his fingers on the table surface. “He didn’t actually see anything.” His tone suggestive, eyes watching you, trying to gauge a reaction. “Had he walked out a few minutes earlier-”
“Shut up.” You warn and cover your eyes with both hands in embarrassment, smiling against your palms at the sound of his pretty laugh.
“C’monnnn,” he reaches across the table and takes hold of your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face so he’s able to look at you properly, while holding your hands in his, in the most delicate way. You stubbornly look away, trying to hide the blush that has taken over your face. “Aww don't be embarrassed.” He coos and squeezes your wrists in his hands, his thumbs sneaking under your sweater paws, rubbing gently against your pulse points, causing goosebumps to raise on your arms. “Okay, I’m sorry, I won’t tease anymore today, I promise.” He says in a playful tone but you still don’t look at him and maintain the pout on your face. A quick kiss on the inside of your wrist earns him your attention and then another on the opposite one makes you break your resolve completely, your eyes now on his. “Yay, there she is.”
“You’re annoying.” You huff and he chuckles again.
“And you’re still blushing.”
You retract your hand from his hold and attempt to flick at his forehead, but he grasps it again before you’re able to. He interlocks his fingers with yours and gives you a toothy grin. His perfect teeth showing and his eyes wrinkling at the corners. “How do you expect me to not feel embarrassed when you act like-” You stop yourself from saying what's on your mind and he perks up at your hesitation, eyebrows raised.
“Like what?” He asks, his voice laced with intrigue.
“The way you do.” Your gaze moves to your connected hands, taking in the way his fingers look slotted between yours. Perfect. Like they belong there.
“You don’t like the way I act?” His bottom lip jutting out in a fake pout, gently stroking the back of your thumb with his own.
“No, I do but-” You observe how his palm opens against your own, fingers extending and yours instinctively mirror the action, elbows pressed on the table and your heart flutters at how big his hand looks compared to yours.
“But?” He’s also looking at your hands now and slots his fingers between yours again, his grip tight, his palm warm and you worry he can feel how clammy yours is.
“You’re just too forward.”
“Is that a bad thing?” His tone more serious now, his eyes observing you. “I told you; I never intended to be subtle with you.” His hold on your hand loosening. “But I can stop if you’re uncomfortable.”
“No.” Your hand tightening its hold, quietly indicating you don’t want him to let go and he sports a cheeky smile, like he expected you to react that way. “I’m just not used to this.”
His eyes are curious now. “Used to people being forward?” You nod at his question. He thinks about it for a moment. “You were pretty forward yourself the other night.”
“That’s different.” You say calmly.
“How come?”
“Nights like that don’t happen all the time.” You explain with a shrug, without giving away too much.
His expression softens, and his nods in understanding. “So, you knew you wanted me before the party then.” He says it like a statement but you know he’s asking as he watches you with expectant eyes. His hand leaves yours momentarily, dropping on the table, palm facing up, waiting for your own hand to drop back into his. And it does. You trace your fingertips from his wrist to the middle of his palm, drawing along the lines there. His own fingers raising slightly to tickle against your palm, tracing patterns and you feel giddy. He’s emitting this softness you’ve never encountered in a romantic partner before and you’re not sure if you can handle it. But you want to be able to.
“I did, yeah.” You admit with a smile, eyes finding his wide ones. “Why are you so surprised?”
“I just- I did too.” He bites the inside of his bottom lip in thought. “Just wasn’t sure how to approach you before.” Your own surprise evident. “Why are you so surprised?” He mimics your question with a playful tone.
“Since when?” You ask, wanting to know more.
He hums skeptically, and you feel his knee bumping into yours under the small table, “I mean, I’ve always been intrigued.” He moves again and you feel both his knees rubbing against yours now. “But I knew I was into you after we spoke at that party in June.” Both your knees are trapped between his now and you can’t help but feel flustered, your fingers limp in his palm while his index is still tracing the inside of your wrist. It slightly tickles but it’s welcome. “You?”
You could lie and say it was the same for you. That you realised you were interested when you finally spoke for the first time. But you don’t really want to, and you don’t see the point. “I think- I can’t really place it, but I was definitely interested before June.” You expect him to tease, but he just nods in understanding, gesturing you to continue. “And I could tell you were kind of flirting, when we briefly spoke last week, so, I thought Chenle's party was the perfect time to act on it.”
“So, you’ve had a crush on me?” He smirks and his knees squeeze yours between them, finally teasing you. "Cute.” He says under his breath, eyes move to your lips for a second and then up to your eyes again. “You should’ve said something sooner.” He raises his drink and his lips wrap around the straw and you can’t help but look, remembering what they felt like on yours, on your skin, what they looked like wrapped around his fingers when he wanted a taste of you.
“I didn’t think you would’ve reciprocated.” You say bashfully and he looks at you, like he finds your words absurd.
He puts his drink down again. “I'd be clinically insane.”
His words emit a small laugh from you. "Well, I'm glad you're somewhat sane."
"Do you wanna go for a walk?" The question unexpected and your eyebrows raise in surprise. "Sun's out again." He points his chin towards the window and you turn your head to look outside. The autumn leaves are still falling but he's right. The sun is out for the first time in a few days. "Promise I'll have you back by three." He says in a playful tone and you look back at him, pretending to consider his suggestion, even though, you know you won’t decline.
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Haechan isn't really a big fan of autumn. He doesn't hate it, but he certainly likes summertime the most. He likes being able to walk down the beach with no layers on and no worry that it'll get cold late at night. He likes the way the sun feels on his skin and he definitely prefers the way he looks when he's sun kissed. He finds that everyone looks good in the sun.
He's always associated the idea of falling in love with a nice refreshing summer breeze; not necessary, because he's content in the heat, but definitely not unwanted.
The thought of summer always makes him miss home and look forward to the next time he's able to visit. If he's completely honest, Haechan always misses home a little bit, it's always occupying the back of his mind. The city; as fun as it is living here, has always felt too different. Too chaotic. Now that you're walking next to him though, he's not missing anything and he thinks it's the first time since he moved here, that he feels absolutely and utterly content. At peace even. Even in the chilly autumn air as you two walk through the park near your campus, surrounded by brown leaf covered trees.
"What's your favourite time of the year?" He can't help but ask the question when it pops into his head.
"Hmm I think this one." You lift a finger, gesturing to your surroundings and you pause for a moment skeptically. "I think it’s mostly because I prefer autumn fashion." He chuckles at your reasoning. "Hey, don't laugh," You protest. "I'd like summer more if I could lounge by a pool in a bikini whenever I wanted." You inhale deeply, your eyes briefly closing and he can tell you're enjoying the autumn air. "Autumn is just easier, plus, I love the smell of rain." You turn to look at him before looking ahead of you again. "What's yours? You give off major summer vibes."
He exhales a laugh through his nose. "Really? What gave it away?" He looks at your side profile as he waits for a response. He thinks you look so pretty in this gloomy setting and wonders if you’d look even prettier during his favourite season.
"Dunno." You seem to be in deep thought, your lips pursing and your eyes narrowing as you inspect his face carefully. "Maybe your tan?" And he mimics your expression, scrunching his nose too and you gently elbow him. "Did I get it right?" You ask hopefully.
"You sure did." He confirms, nodding proudly and a cheeky smile makes its way to your lips.
"Why summer then?" You ask with a curious lilt in your tone.
"I guess I associate summer with my childhood." He explains with a fond smile. "It reminds me of being-"
"Carefree?" You finish his sentence and he smiles, nodding slowly in agreement. "That makes sense." You validate his thought process in the sweetest voice and he can't help but feel a certain way that leads him to slip his hand into yours. He senses your hesitation and worries he's overstepped a boundary but instantly relaxes when he feels your fingers take their place between his. You're not looking at him, but he can sense you trying to conceal your flustered state by nonchalantly keeping your eyes on the pavement.
He suddenly remembers you've got a class to attend at 3pm and slips his phone out of his back pocket to check the time. "It's half two, we should probably start heading back." He reminds you, not wanting to be the reason you mess up your schedule for the day.
"Oh shit." Your eyes slightly widen at the realisation. "That was quick." You admit absentmindedly and he laughs softly.
"Hmmmm what can I say, time flies when you're with me." He says with a suggestive pointed grin.
"Didn't realise you were this deluded." You scoff, eyes rolling playfully.
"Hey now." He warns with a nudge against your shoulder and can't hide the amused grin on his face when you giggle. "You had fun, admit it."
"Mmmmaybe." You say with a cheeky smile, and he feels his pulse increasing. His chest constricts inevitably at how cute and soft you look. Your chin brushing your shoulder as you turn your head to look at him, batting your lashes seductively. He wonders if you know the effect you have on him.
“You act all brave now, but -” He stops walking, making you halt, and you turn to look at him. “I bet I could easily make you skip class, if I really wanted to.” He says suggestively, a cocky eyebrow raising when he takes in your surprised expression. He pulls you closer, pulling lightly at your hand that's still in his and you stumble, putting a hand on his chest to regain your balance. You look up at him, and he thinks 'there it is', there's that not-so-innocent look from Saturday night. You don't shy away or get flustered this time, you stand your ground, and he suddenly wants to ruin you. But he knows this is not the time and place and he curses internally for choosing to go on a stupid coffee date. He's definitely taking you out somewhere more intimate and romantic next time, like Jeno suggested.
"And how exactly would you do that?" You ask, testing his resolve, which, apparently, runs very thin when it comes to you.
He leans down so his lips are by your ear, the hand that's not holding yours, taking purchase on your waist. "I'd show you but you'd probably get all shy on me." He murmurs and relishes in the way your hand tightens its hold on the fabric of his jumper. He feels your breathing quicken and can't help but laugh at your reaction.
He moves to pull away and the second his eyes land on yours, your hand grabs the back of his neck and your lips crash on his. His breath hitches and his eyes widen at the impact, before he relaxes against you and kisses you back. He relishes in the feel of your soft lips sliding against his, and the warmth your body radiates when he pulls you closer with his arm around your waist and when he feels you sigh, body pliantly slotting into his, he wonders if someone if playing a prank on him, because there’s no way you’re this perfect for him. You wrap both your arms around his neck securely and he moves a hand to your hip, gently squeezing, his fingers dangerously close to your ass. You whimper when his tongue makes contact with your bottom lip and he feels you tilt your head to the side silently asking him to deepen the kiss, but he decides that the next time he has a full on make out session with you is going to be somewhere private. He bites your bottom lip lightly and gives you a quick peck before breaking the kiss completely and you whine at the sudden loss of contact, making him laugh. The hand on your hip sneakily slides itself into your back pocket, giving your bum a playful squeeze, before letting it rest there lazily, simply because he can't help himself. "You're trouble, Y/N." He mumbles against your lips.
Your eyes open at that, finding his and your hand caresses the back of his neck while you suck your bottom lip into your mouth and his jeans start to feel constricting at the thought of you doing that so you can taste him again, now that he's no longer kissing you. "I'm trouble?" You ask in disbelief.
"You kissed me." He states in an accusatory tone as if he wouldn't have done it himself anyway.
"I know." You whisper, your eyes dropping to his lips again. "I wanted to." You mumble and your tone makes his brain overflow with thoughts that revolve around you and his bed, because it doesn't matter that it's Monday afternoon and you're walking around the park. In Haechan’s head, nothing matters in this moment other than the fact that he desperately wants you in ways he hasn’t wanted anyone before and that scares him. Not because he doesn’t want to. But simply because he does. Haechan wants to want you.
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"And with five minutes to spare." Haechan says with a proud smile when you reach the entrance of the building your class is in, still hand in hand and you can't help but smile back.
“You know you're definitely gonna be late, right?” You say in a scolding tone and he scoffs rolling his eyes.
“And whose fault is that?” He says playfully, pulling you closer.
“You should've said you were meeting Jaemin at three, how am I supposed to- mmmf.” He interrupts you with a kiss against your lips, cupping your face in his hands. He pulls away quicker than you'd prefer but you still can't help the surprised laugh that escapes you.
"I know I’ll see you on Thursday, but can I take you out Friday night?" He asks, eyes wide and hopeful and you smile.
"You can." You say with a dreamy tone, taking in his pretty brown eyes and the way his smile widens when you accept to go on a second date with him.
"Good." He kisses you chastely again and rubs his nose against yours before dropping a wet smooch on your cheek, laughing at your reaction.
"Yah!" You complain cringing at the wet sensation against your skin. "Ewww, you slobbered on meeee." You whine, wiping the wetness off your face with the back of your hand, your nose scrunching in fake disgust but your heart flutters at the sound of his laugh. "Fucking weirdo." You huff, torn between laughter and exasperation.
"Be a good girl and get to class." He turns you around, putting his hands on your shoulders and guiding you towards the entrance of the building, arms hugging you from behind and the butterflies in your stomach go ballistic. "Also, sit with me on Thursday." He whispers in your ear and you shiver at the feeling of his warm breath on your neck. You turn your head sideways to look at his face and you can't stop your lips from curling into a grin.
"Be a good boy and don't tell me what to do." You whisper against his jaw, where you press a quick kiss that surprises him, his arms loosening around your shoulders in shock and you take the opportunity to turn around and loosely wrap your arms around his waist. You raise on your tippy toes so you can bring your lips to his ear. “I’ll see you soon, Lee Haechan.” You say with a low tone and to anyone else it might seem like you're just hugging, but you can feel his chest moving shallowly against your own when you give him another gentle kiss, on the cheek this time.
"What the f-" You walk away with a sweet smile, before he can react or finish his sentence and you couldn't be more satisfied with yourself. You know he's still standing there, looking at you while you walk away from him and you smile to yourself.
When you take your usual seat next to Chenle, in the back of the big lecture hall, he looks at you with a smirk, arms crossed over his chest. "So? How was it?" He asks and a giggle escapes him when you sigh with a dreamy smile on your face. "That good?"
“You have no idea.” You feel you phone buzz in your pocket and you already have an idea what to expect.
15:01 Hae☀️: that was fucked up...
15:01 Hae☀️️: you're in for a treat next time i see you
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Thursday rolls around slower than normal this week and you know why it feels that way. You can’t wait to see him.
It’s the first time you’re running late to class though, and you’re cursing yourself for deciding to take a nap earlier. The bus that would have gotten you there on time is long gone, so your only option was to walk and be ten minutes late. You know it’s not the end of the world, students run late all the time, and it’s not like you’re anal about punctuality. It’s just that you hate being the centre of attention.
And when you walk in the lecture hall, everything pans out exactly how you had predicted; some people turn their heads to look when you enter the hall as quietly as possible and some couldn’t care less. When you skip past your usual row of seats though, taking a seat two rows ahead instead, next to the handsome boy who’s been lately occupying your thoughts nonstop, more people’s eyes drift to your direction and you’re thankful to your professor, who continues speaking, without batting an eyelid at your tardiness.
“You okay? I texted you.” Haechan leans into whisper in your ear, voice as quiet as possible. An arm extends behind you, resting on the back of your seat casually and you feel the warmth radiating on your shoulder blades, through the material of your top.
You look at him for a moment before starting to take out your notes and iPad. “I know, I took a nap and overslept.” You whisper back maintaining the decibels of your voice as low as possible and you can tell he’s holding back a laugh.
You look past him and you see Jaemin and Jeno both looking at you and waving. You mouth ‘hi’ to both of them offering a smile and your eyes land on Haechan again who’s smiling at you like he’s up to something. He relaxes in his seat, comfortably sinking into it while spreading his legs, his knee now touching yours and you know what he’s trying to do.
You also lean back and relax in your seat, pretending to finally pay attention to whatever example is being demonstrated on the board. Your knee playfully nudges his.
“Stop manspreading.” Your eyes still on the board but your attention on him.
“I’d say sorry, but it was intentional.” He states and you hold in your exasperation as well as your laugh. Your amused expression falters when he reaches to take your hand in his and rests them on his thigh. He’s too casual for your liking and too soft for your poor heart.
When he said that you’re in for a treat he really did mean it.
He walks you home that day.
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“What the actual fuck?” Your voice is high-pitched; eyes so wide, they resemble a cartoon’s.
“What?” He laughs at your comical expression and places the mic down on the table in the centre of the noraebang room.
“You made me go first so you could embarrass me!” You loudly accuse with your finger pointing at him.
“You weren’t bad!” He can’t help the laughter that won’t stop. You’re frowning still and you look so adorable and believably annoyed. He knows it’s all pretend though.
“You were so good though.” Your frown slowly turns into a pout. “And it was all in Japanese.” Your wide eyes looking up at him from when you’re still sat cross legged on the leather sofa seat. He feels weak. You make him feel weak.
“I took singing lessons when I was younger.” He explains with a smile. “And that’s my favourite song so I’ve had practice.” He approaches slowly and takes a seat next to you, huffing and spreading his legs slightly to get comfortable while his head rests on the back of the sofa. He’s the one looking up at you now. You look so pretty in the purple and blue hues that light up the room. He definitely made the right choice bringing you here after dinner. He wanted to keep your second date PG but the way you’re looking at him right now makes him contemplate.
“Ah right. He’s an artist.” A teasing smile takes over your face as you hold his gaze. He groans and you giggle when his hands come up to cover his face in embarrassment. He feels you shift next to him and when he looks at you through the gaps of his fingers you’ve turned your body towards him, still crossing your legs. “You have a pretty voice, Lee Haechan.”
He knows he’s blushing, but he snorts, trying to feign nonchalance. “Thanks.” his hands drop and rest on his thighs.
“Did you bring me here to show off then?” Your tone still ever so teasing.
“No, but I was hoping to impress you maybe.” He admits without realising. Your effect on him frustrates him.
“By serenading me in a language I can’t understand?” Your smile is so sweet, tooth ache inducing. So sweet it’s contagious. You move a little closer and he can smell your sweet perfume. His eyes drop to your exposed neck and then to the collarbones he’s dying to press soft kisses on. “Consider me impressed.” You say and his eyes come back up to your face. You seem to be fighting your smile now and he’s obsessed with the fact that you don’t want to give away how affected you also are by him.
“What’s your favourite song?” He asks in a low voice, sitting up a bit and extending an arm along the back of the sofa. Your eyes instantly drop there, and your hand comes up to trace a vein absentmindedly. He manages to contain the shiver that creeps up on him, but he can’t control the goosebumps raising on his skin.
“Japanese Denim by Daniel Caesar.” You respond, copying his low tone. Your eyes not leaving your fingers gingerly trailing up and down his skin. “You know it?” you look at him in question.
Haechan is thankful he does. “Myyy blueee jeaaansss.” He sings the start of the chorus playfully and you giggle, pushing his shoulder lightly.
“Okay r&b king.” You joke with a laugh. He pokes your side and you flinch with a half whine half giggle. He can’t help but smile at the sound.
“I just think his lyrics are like poetry, you know?” You shrug, explaining why you see the appeal. Your hand is now resting in his arm, no longer tracing and he enjoys the weight of it. The warmth. He wants to reach out and touch you too, but he doesn’t move. The moment feels too precious to ruin.
“They really are.” He agrees with a small nod. He likes to think that maybe he’ll be able to write lyrics like those one day, but he doesn’t say it. He doesn’t want to talk about himself now. He’s too busy admiring you. “You’re so pretty.” He says softly and he doesn’t even register the words leaving his mouth until he gets the cutest reaction from you. You look away, smiling big and your hands come up to press against your cheeks, attempting to cover what he assumes is a blush. A soft chuckle escapes him and he reaches up with both hands to remove yours from your face. “Blush away, no need to hide.” He teases you. He finds that he’s good at it. He wonders if it’s because you generally get flustered so easily or if it’s just the effect he has on you. He hopes it’s the latter.
When your hands aren’t in the way, he taps a finger under your chin gently encouraging you to turn your head so he can look at you again. He then instinctively moves closer, craving to feel your warmth better and when your eyes find his again, his chest constricts. He sometimes doesn’t understand how it’s possible that he’s come to feel so attached to you in such a short amount of time, how he so easily gravitates towards you. But then you look at him and he understands. You speak and he understands. You laugh and he understands. You touch him and he understands. It almost feels foreign but never unwelcome. Never forced. And that scares him.
Haechan trails his fingers from your chin down to your collarbone, tracing softly and he slowly moves the fallen strands of hair behind your shoulder. He feels your gasp when he leans forward to leave a kiss on the curve of it. Then a little lower. And a little lower until his nose nuzzles against the dip of your collarbone. Another kiss. And another. This time his tongue makes contact first, tasting the skin, before his lips pucker on the sensitive surface again. Your breathing has turned shallow and he smiles at the sight of your chest moving up and down. Your fingers thread into his hair, slightly pulling and he sighs against your wet skin. You catch him off guard when your other hand pushes him by the shoulder and he’s about to apologise for crossing a line but then you quickly straddle him and his mind goes blank. This is definitely not PG.
“Someone could see us, you know.” You whisper against his lips and he almost moans. The hand in his hair pulls again and his head drops against the back of the seat pliantly, eyes closing at the feeling of your lips on his jawline. You scatter small kisses until you reach his ear and lightly bite on his lobe, his breathing quickens and the moan he’s been holding in eventually escapes at your next words. “Bet that turns you on though.” His hands instantly come up to hold onto something, anything. One grabs onto your waist, the other lands on your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt. “Talk to me.” You whisper sweetly in his ear before starting to trail kisses down the column of neck. The further down you travel, the wetter they get and he feels himself getting hard, his hips slightly raising to get some friction, but you don’t budge. “Behave.” You laugh against his neck in a hot puff of air and his voice comes out in a soft whine.
“Baby,” he breathes out weakly and you coo softly against his neck while gingerly sucking on the delicate flesh. He feels you place a hand on his chest, above where his heart is beating uncontrollably and he knows you can feel it too, your thumb stroking soothingly to comfort him. “Wanna kiss you.” He pleads pathetically and he feels like he might come in his pants when you suddenly grind your hips down. His breath catches in his throat and he trails a hand up your back, between your shoulder blades, to wrap around the base of your neck, pressing you down as he thrusts up into you. He smiles stupidly when you bring up your face, unburying from his neck, to look at him with wide eyes. He thinks you might scold him but instead you just wrap a hand around his neck, pressing your fingers against his pulse points in a possessive manner and he groans. His eyes shut at the dizzying sensation and when he feels your lips press on his, he relishes. His head tilts automatically to deepen the kiss and he sighs into your mouth when your tongue finds its way in. It’s intoxicating and he swears he feels high. Your hand around his neck definitely playing a part but it’s mostly your taste and the way you kiss him exactly how he likes to be kissed. Wet and filthy but still slow, sucking on his tongue to tease him. He feels his heartbeat going wild without permission when you grind down again, just the right way, the perfect amount of pressure to drive him insane.
His hands trail down to messily bunch up the fabric of your corduroy skirt so he can squeeze the flesh of your ass in his palms, fingers digging into the skin. He’s not gentle with you this time but your moans against his lips encourage him not to hold back.
You’re now grinding down with determined force and he moans into your mouth when his fully hard dick slots between your pussy lips, the only thing separating you, his layers and your underwear. He matches your pace, hips coming up when yours drop down and he realises that you’re no longer teasing him. “Think you can cum like this?” You ask against his lips, the scratch in your voice driving him insane, breathing ragged, hips quickening their eager ministrations. He nods, staring into your eyes. “You want to?” You ask again, keeping your eyes on his as your arms wrap around his shoulders to gain more support and he responds with another nod and a shaky breath. His head dips forward, eyes dropping down to where you’re connected and his hand pushes your skirt up even further, to get a better look. He groans at the sight. Your panties almost trapped between your folds, your pussy leaving a trail of wetness on the front of his jeans whenever you drag your body back and he feels himself twitch in his pants. It’s sinful. It’s perfect. You're perfect.
“Fuck, hang on.” He whispers suddenly, arm wrapping around your middle to halt your movements and he quickly unbuttons his jeans with one hand. His hips raise a little bit as he clumsily pushes the fabric down, leaving his boxers still on. “Okay.” He exhales and his hands find your hips again, guiding you to resume your work. The friction so much better now that he can properly feel your wetness seeping through the cotton and he loves that he can see the way his fat cock drags between your lace clad pussy lips.
Your whining doesn’t go unnoticed, and he looks up at your face only to find you also looking down dazedly. He relishes in the idea that you can get as dirty as he can and he takes in the sight of you now; lips parted, gasping audibly, your nipples hard and visible through your thin blouse and he’s suspecting that you’ve foregone wearing a bra.
His hands drag upwards, leaving your hips, trusting you to keep grinding down with no guidance and when he squeezes the flesh of your breasts through the fabric, his suspicions are confirmed. You moan when his thumbs rub on your already sensitive nipples, leaning into his touch and he repeats the action, enjoying the desperate little sounds you let out.
“I’m close.” He announces in a gasp, his balls feel heavy and he knows he’s leaking precum, adding to the wet patch you’ve created on the front of his boxers.
“Yeah?” Your eyes search his, hands cupping his face and kissing him again, soft this time. “You gonna cum for me, pretty boy?” He feels his eyes roll back at your words and all he can do is nod again. He anchors himself by squeezing your ass in his hands again and he loves the whimpers you let out when his hands get a little rougher, making the flesh ripple. He decides to take matters into his own hands when he feels your thighs shaking around his hips, suspecting the soreness in your muscles and his hold on you gives you no option but to quicken the pace
“Fuck, you feel so fuckin good, baby, please don’t stop.” He exasperatedly begs, his breath shaky and he feels like he’s losing it. Pathetic.
“Yes, god, m’cumming.” His voice comes out ruined, words muffled against your lips, vision blurring and his jaw drops when he reaches his peak, soaking his boxers like a teenage boy. Your hands slide into his hair when he starts shaking and he basks in the comforting touch. His head drops back on the seat again and he feels dizzy, your hips are still moving, dragging out his high and when it gets too much, he gently taps his fingers on your ass cheek, smiling dumbly. “Mmh, just give me a second.” He sighs as you take a seat, directly on his cock, softly cooing at him and kissing his cheek as you push his fringe back, revealing his damp forehead and he purrs at the gentleness.
“Good?” You ask sweetly and he almost scoffs, because there’s no way you don’t know you’ve just ruined him when he’s pathetically drenched his underwear like a horny teenage boy.
“Intense.” He hums and he feels himself shiver when you let out a breathy laugh against his skin, nuzzling into his temple. He slowly turns his head and catches your lips in a slow kiss. “Wanna make you feel good too.” He murmurs in the kiss and when he notices the conflicted expression on your face, he doubles down. “I’ll be quick.”
“Confident?” You tease with a smile that he can’t help but return. Your teeth sink on your bottom lip when he cups your pussy and he moans at the feeling of soaked lace.
“Not like I haven’t done it before.” He teases back and he laughs when you swat at his chest. “Please?” He tries again, tone needy this time and he uses his puppy eyes, smiling when he breaks through your resolve. The second you nod, he wraps an arm around you securely and his other hand grabs at the fleshy bit where your ass meets your thigh. “Lie down for me.” He whispers and helps maneuver you onto your back swiftly.
He can’t help but smirk when your legs instinctively part for him to slot in between, and he does exactly that, coming to position himself above you, supporting his weight on one arm by the side of your head. His lips find yours again, in a hungry kiss and this time it’s his tongue that dominates yours, sliding into your mouth, tasting you just like you did to him earlier. He loves the sigh you let out through your nose when his hand slips into your underwear slowly, sliding his middle finger between your folds but what he loves the most is how wet you are.
“Can I use my mouth?” He questions mid kiss and you must like the sound of that, because he feels you grind against his palm.
“You can do anything you want, just no sex.” You say shyly. “Not here.”
“Told you, baby,” He gives your lips another peck before kissing down your neck, giving your tit a tentative squeeze as he moves downwards. “Wanna do that in my bed first.” Your moan at the promise brings a smile to his face as his hands slip into the top of your panties and drag them down your legs hastily, feeling the goosebumps on your skin. He stuffs the flimsy material into his back pocket, earning a questioning look from you and he grins. “Don’t worry, you’ll get them back.” He starts kissing from the inside of your knee to your inner thigh, wet and full of tongue.
“Stop teasing.” You whine, raising your hips impatiently when he reaches closer to where you want him. And he chuckles against your folds, watching as your legs spread even more for him.
His head rests on your inner thigh, comfortably and he looks up at your face, gauging your reaction. “What do you say?”
“Please.” You whisper and he feels his dick harden again at your submissive tone.
“Good girl.” He mutters and his hands slide up your inner thighs, thumbs pulling your pussy lips apart, revealing your cute swollen nub, all pretty and in need of attention. He can see you’re clenching around nothing, clear pearls of slick dripping from the tiny hole that he can’t wait to lap up.
You’re more than wet enough but Haechan doesn’t think twice before letting a fat glob of spit slowly drip from his mouth and he feels his dick twitch at the sight. You moan when you feel the extra wetness land on your cunt and he does it again, watching his spit drip down to your asshole, making a mess of you. Nothing but sensual. “Yeah? You like it messy?” He breathes out in admiration and he doesn’t even need an answer, he knows you do.
His hand comes up again, fingers spreading the mixed wetness through your folds. His middle and ring fingers create a v shape around your clit, isolating the nub between them and the tip of his tongue comes out to make contact, flicking gently up and down. You both moan in unison, your hands burying in his hair to keep him where you need him and he loves how ruined you already sound, how your legs part completely, how addictive you taste on his tongue. And he loves that he can’t get enough of you.
“Mmh, fuck.” You moan when his arm wraps around your thigh, bringing his hand to separate your folds from the top, palm pressing against your pubic bone, fingers delicately pulling the hood of your clit up, revealing more of the little nub. His flat tongue licks from your hole to your clit and he repeats the action when he feels your fingers pull at his hair harder. The pink muscle then settles back to delivering quick flicks on your nub, the direct contact making you squeal and he smiles at the adorable sound. “Yes, like that.” You encourage him, the praise making his chest swell with pride. His other hand joins and his middle finger teases your leaking entrance, circling before slowly sliding in until it’s fully buried inside, your soaked walls making the glide so easy, that he’s certain one digit won’t be enough.
When his jaw gets tired, he switches to sucking harshly on your clit, making you groan and he slowly starts to move his finger in and out, curling up slightly, following the curve of your pussy. He knows you want more, your hole dripping even more slick around his finger, so he slows down as he adds a second one. You sigh when you feel the extra stretch and he knows he’s got you where he wants you when you start clenching.
“Fuck, baby, you’re creaming.” He points out in disbelief when he sees the white substance coating his digits every time they pull out of you and you whine in embarrassment. “I swear to god, I’m gonna fuck you stupid one day.” He promises against your cunt and goes back to sucking, more determined this time. His fingers start pumping quicker into you, the squelching sounds nothing but melodic in his ears and your tight walls nothing but heaven around his fingers. Your whines get louder when his speed increases and he knows he’s hitting your sweet spot every time he thrusts in, the pads of his fingers dragging against your walls. “Right there, hm?” His pace quickens even more and he looks up when he feels your eyes on him. You’re on your elbows now, jaw agape, eyes on his lips, watching him ruin you and his tongue comes out to flick quickly from side to side, his head moving with it, making a spectacle without breaking eye contact.
“I’m gonna cum.” You warn in a whisper, burying a hand in his hair again and your elbows give out, allowing your body to drop back down. He hums against your cunt, letting you know he’s got you and he feels your legs trembling around his head. “Fuck, yes yes yes.” Your voice sounds broken, your walls are kneading his fingers and he has to put extra effort into sliding in and out due to the restricting tightness.
He doesn’t stop though, even when he knows you’re coming down from your high, he keeps pushing your boundaries. He wants more. “Haechan!” You squeal when he suckles on your clit again and he laughs darkly at the cute sound. Your hand tries to push him away, legs attempting to close around his head but he’s not quite done yet, his hold around your thigh tight enough to keep you open for him.
He pulls his fingers out slowly and you whine. “Sorry, pretty.” He whispers mockingly against your clit before dipping down to lick at your pulsing entrance, smiling at the mewl you let out. He licks from bottom to top again, gently flicking at your clit when he comes up and he knows it’s too much when your body convulses and you sound like you’re crying. You’re not pushing him away though, which gives him hope. He opts to circling instead of flicking, tongue relaxed now; languid and he feels your legs spread again. “Yeah? Want more gentle?” He coos as his eyes look up and he can see your perky tits moving up and down with your breathing. He trails a hand up your body, squeezing greedily around the flesh and he moans at the feeling of your stiff nipple against his palm.
“I’m too sensitive.” You sigh and bring a hand above his, squeezing around your own tit with him as you raise on your elbows again.
“You can give me one more, though, right?” His eyes staring into yours, hopeful.
“I think so.” You nod tiredly, eyebrows furrowing slightly at the overstimulation, breathing coming out harsh. “I’m still turned on.” You admit shyly, biting down on your bottom lip as you push his fringe away from his damp forehead.
“Such a good girl.” He says dreamily and his tongue gently circles your clit again, wet hand pressing against the back of your thigh to keep you spread out for him.
Only after you come again on his tongue, does he stop, moving to kiss on your inner thigh, sucking on the supple skin there, leaving a wet patch behind along with a subtle mark. He leans over you again, taking in the sight under him. Your breathing slowing down as you look up at him, your hair fanned around you and your eyes blinking slowly. You look beautifully and utterly fucked out and so angelic. His heart swells when you reach up, pulling him close to you and he gives in right away, dropping down, resting his weight on you carefully. He kisses you slowly, pushing his tongue past your parted lips, moaning with you, knowing you can taste yourself.
“You’re hard again.” You whisper against his lips and he laughs, because of course he is.
“You are not making me cum in my pants again.” He scolds and kisses softly on your cheek as you snort a laugh, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, holding him close.
“Okay, I won’t.” You say with a smile, leaning in to kiss him again. He lets you.
—
“Do you guys have any, like, weird fetishes?” Jaemin asks randomly, interrupting your conversation with Ningning and almost causing you to choke on a fry.
“The fuck is wrong with you?” Haechan pipes up next to you, genuine concern laced in his tone, his hand stroking your back whilst you cough.
“Yeah, changing the subject from ‘I’m broke’, to that, is slightly worrying to say the least.” Ningning agrees but that doesn’t stop her from laughing. “Look, even Jeno is speechless.” She points at Jeno’s shocked expression and he snaps out of it, taking a sip from his coffee.
“I was just curious.” Jaemin shrugs as he explains. “I’ve been texting this girl and the other night it turned into sexting and she asked me if I’d be down to piss on her?”
“Oh wow,” Ningning is suddenly interested. “What did you say?” She asks and he eyes widen as she awaits his response. All eyes around the table are on Jaemin now and he’s clearly thrown off, struggling to find the right words.
“Wellllll-“
“Oh my god!” Renjun exclaims and covers his mouth with both hands. “Please tell me you didn’t actually do it.”
“No, of course not.” Jaemin defends himself quickly. “I haven’t even slept with her.” He steals a fry from your plate. “Yet.” He concludes with a smug smile.
“Okay, but, let’s say you do sleep with her and she asks you to piss on her.” Haechan interferes. “Would you?” He asks with an amused expression and Jaemin seems to be in deep thought.
“I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to it but I’m pretty sure I’d get stage fright.” Says casually and stuffs a few more fries in his mouth. “Also, I don’t think I can pee when I’m hard.”
”Yeah, I was thinking that.” Jeno says with narrowed eyes. “It’s also a bit weird if you don’t know them that well or if it’s just a one-time thing, no?” He looks around, asking everyone.
“Yeah, true.” Renjun agrees. “Not that I’ve done it before, but, surely you do those kinds of things with someone you’re in a relationship with or at least someone you’ve been seeing and agreed to experiment with.” He looks at Jaemin. “But then again, you’re a different kind of breed.” Everyone laughs at that.
“That I am my friend.” Jaemin laughs darkly and leans over to kiss Renjun on the cheek. The latter pushes him away by shoving a hand against his face with a disgusted expression and you snort at the scene.
“The question is, where did you even meet this girl?” You ask with a wiggle of your eyebrows, not because you care, but because you find it amusing when Jaemin gets flustered.
His eyes meet yours now and he seems taken aback before he puts on his cheeky grin again. “Oh, I have a better question, miss thing.” His voice laced with nothing but mischief and you’re now scared. “Would you let Haechan piss on you if he asked?” There it is.
“And I ask again.” Haechan saves you momentarily. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” His voice is calm but there’s definitely an edge to it, a warning even. He doesn’t move from his position next to you. An arm lazily resting on the back of your chair, the warmth certainly comforting on your shoulders. You instinctively lean into him, resting a hand on his thigh and his knuckles rub against your arm soothingly. Your eyes meet Ningning’s who’s watching the whole interaction smiling and you try to contain your own smile.
“What? It’s a good question, no?” Jaemin says with a shrug and you roll your eyes.
“Jaemin, I don’t know about you, but I don’t really talk about golden showers at least until after the fifth date.” You say sarcastically and Jeno snorts trying to hold in a laugh. “And that’s besides the point. You asked if we have any fetishes so I think we should all share one.”
Jaemin smirks and points a finger at you playfully. “I knew you could match my freak.” He says, giggling like a schoolgirl and Haechan’s arm around your shoulders tightens, the act unnoticeable to everyone else but not to you. Your fingers resting on his thigh, tense slightly trying to get his attention as you turn to look at his face and you can’t help but notice the frown on his face while he’s looking at Jaemin. He’s jealous and it’s obvious and you can’t help the warm fuzzy feeling spreading in your belly. When he looks down at you, his expression softens and you feel his arm relax around you. You give him a smile, which he instantly returns. You’re definitely bringing this up later.
“Take your freak elsewhere please.” Renjun says with sass, earning a few laughs around the table.
“Ugh fine, I’ll start.” Ningning says and all eyes snap towards her. “I’m not opposed to some toe sucking. There you go. Thank you. Let’s move on.” Your laugh is loud and you wish Chenle didn’t have basketball training so he could witness this shit show.
”Alright, I like sucking on toes.” Jeno confesses and you bury your face in your hand leaning into Haechan’s shoulder to conceal your laugh. You feel him chuckle in your hair as he wraps his arm around you properly and you love the heat radiating off him so much that you wish you could stay there for the rest of the day.
“Next!” Ningning says exasperatedly, sending Jeno daggers across the table. It wasn’t even his turn but you respect his efforts. Not a lot of men have managed to get Ningning this flustered before and it actually makes you wonder if any toe sucking took place that night they supposedly only cuddled. You make a mental note that this might also be worth bringing up earlier.
It’s Renjun’s turn and he seems to be in deep thought. “I honestly can’t think of anything, I think I’m pretty vanilla.”
“Surely there’s something, it doesn’t have to be hardcore.” Haechan butts in.
“I guess choking?” Renjun’s ears have turned red now and you almost feel bad, because out of everyone around this table, he’s the one that deserves to be embarrassed the least.
“Ooooh erotic asphyxiation!” Jaemin says feigning a seductive tone. “Okay, so, I may or may not like butt stuff.”
Everyone’s eyes widen at the confession.
“As in your butt or the other person’s?” Jeno asks curiously. Jaemin only responds by wiggling his eyebrows and Jeno gasps dramatically.
“As in you’ve had a finger up y-“
“Moving on!” Jaemin exclaims loudly, interruptinh Ningning. "Your turn, lover boy." He gestures at Haechan to continue as Jeno’s mouth is still open in shock.
“Hmm.’ Haechan ponders, his fingers tapping on your shoulder absentmindedly as he thinks. For some reason, even though it’s not your turn to answer, you feel exposed, as though all your friends are watching you both, trying to gauge your reaction at his response. You try to maintain as neutral an expression as possible and you hope he says something you might have already guessed by the times you’ve been intimidate with him. “Maybe the risk of getting caught.” He finally admits and you’re definitely not shocked.
“Speak for yourself, sicko.” Renjun defends. “Some of us like total privacy.”
“Aww you really are vanilla.” Ningning pouts cutely and Renjun scoffs.
“Y/N?” Renjun says to divert the attention from him and you fear your ears might be as red as his now. Everyone is watching you, including Haechan and you’re starting to regret suggesting this in the first place.
“Just say it, no one is going to judge.” Jeno encourages and you want to bury your face in Haechan’s shoulder again.
“Maybe Haechan should try and guess.” Renjun suggests and now you feel like you've underestimated him.
“Oh yes!” Jaemin quickly agrees excitedly, clapping his hands. “Okay, how about he whispers it to you and if he gets it right, he then has to say it out loud.”
“What if he gets it wrong?” You ask and Haechan scoffs next to you.
“He seems pretty confident.” Ningning says, pointing at Haechan’s face and when you look up at him, he’s got a cocky smile plastered on his stupidly pretty face.
“Alright, Haechanie, make us proud.” Jaemin says while holding a hand to his chest and Haechan rolls his eyes at his friend.
“Okay,” He leans closer, cupping his hand around your ear to conceal his mouth from the group. “Spitting.” He whispers so that only you can hear and you feel lightheaded for a moment. When he retracts, he gently moves your hair behind your ear and when your eyes find his, he smirks. He’s got you all figured out and he knows it. Bastard. “So?” He asks patiently.
“Correct.” You say in defeat and everyone cheers a little too loudly around the table.
“So, what is it?” Jaemin asks excitedly.
“Can I?” Haechan asks, eyes still on you, ignoring his friend and you appreciate that he prioritises your comfort. You nod with a smile, giving him permission to say it out loud.
“Spitting.” He says again, out loud this time for all your friends to hear.
“That’s quite vague, no?” Jeno says. “Who’s spitting and where?”
You turn in his direction, throwing daggers at him, because there’s no way he’s trying to be a brat. “Oh, would you perhaps like a demonstration? I’ll happily spit in your cute little boba tea right now.” Your sweet tone, insincere and Haechan bursts out laughing, head thrown back, pretty neck on display but you push that thought to the back of your mind.
“Relax woman!” Jeno says with his hands raised in surrender. “No saliva in my drink please.” He takes his drink from the table and covers the top with a hand protectively.
“You can spit in mine.” Jaemin offers with hopeful eyes, holding up his drink in your direction and you groan at his crassness.
“Dude, you’re sick.” Renjun says with a shake of his head, judging his friend.
“No, I’m just versatile.” Jaemin defends with a pout. “No one’s spat in my drink before.”
“That you know of.” Haechan says with a feigned smile, voice laced with mild irritation.
“Right, well, I hate to ruin the fun, but I have class in fifteen minutes.” Ningning gets up, grabbing her bag and drink. “Bye losers.” She says with a sweet smile and starts walking towards the exit of the cafeteria.
“Wait!” Jeno’s voice is loud. “I’ll walk with you.” He gets up quickly, clumsily gathering his stuff before following after her like a puppy following his owner, without even looking back at the rest of you. You look at them walk away, already discussing something. You think they look cute together and you wonder what you and Haechan look like to other people.
“Someone’s toes are definitely getting sucked later.” Jaemin says and you can’t help but laugh at his silly joke.
Haechan turns to you with a sweet smile. “Are you done with classes for the day?” He asks quietly, leaning his body closer to you and you smile at how comfortable he already acts around you, not caring that his friends are still there.
“Mm-hmm.” You confirm with a nod, sitting up to stretch your limbs and once the stiffness is somewhat relieved, you sink back into your chair, leaning into his warmth as he wraps his arm around your shoulders again, like it belongs there. “You working this evening?”
“Nah, I only need to go in on Sunday this weekend.” He says happily as his other hand takes hold of yours, resting limply on his lap. “Wanna come over for dinner?” He asks carefully and your eyes fall on Jaemin and Renjun who are deep in conversation about what jobs Jaemin could look for to earn some extra cash. They’re paying no attention to you and Haechan.
“Dinner?” You ask with a hopeful smile and turn your head to look up at him, his pretty boba eyes already on you and he nods.
“Yeah, I could make us something, or we could get takeout.” His cheeks are now pink and you feel giddy at his flustered look. He looks so unbelievably cute and you get the urge to give him kiss, but you don’t. Not here.
“Sure, I’d like that, but-” Then you look at the two boys sat across the table again, posing a silent question.
“They’re all out tonight, don’t worry.” He reassures you quietly, reading your mind.
It’s not that you don’t like being around Haechan’s friends, they’re all lovely and have been nothing but nice to you, but you would appreciate some one-on-one time with him. It’s been exactly a week since your second date and even though you’ve seen him around campus since then, it’s always been with his or your friends around. On the other hand, you’re now realising that neither of you have been over at each other’s places and you feel the nerves as well as the excitement brewing in your stomach.
You’re aware that both you and Haechan are still navigating the nature of your relationship and even though you know that it’s too soon to tell where it’s going, you’re more than happy to see it through with him.
You’re also aware that so far, you’ve both made very clear that when you’re left alone, it’s almost impossible to keep your hands off each other. And although, the last thing you want is to keep things between you at a superficial level, you can’t help but wonder what sex with him would feel like. And although, you want things to progress naturally, you have a feeling that if you go over for dinner, you might find out.
“You sure you don’t wanna go out with them?” You ask, checking that he’s not cancelling any important plans for you.
“I can’t think of anything worse than going to a frat house filled with a bunch of people I barely know, trust me.” He says with a laugh, his thumb stroking the back of your hand gently. “Plus, I feel like I haven’t properly seen you this week.”
“Missed me?” You tease him, laughing at his reaction. His eyes roll and he tongues his cheek, trying to conceal his smile.
“Yeah, and what if I did?” He challenges, his eyes widening, his lips forming a cute pout.
“If you did,” You trail, leaning closer as you lower your voice, squeezing his hand in yours. “Then that’s great. Because the feeling might be mutual.” You reach up with your free hand to pinch one round cheek and before he has time to react, you lean in, dropping a quick kiss on the other one. “I’d love to come over.” You say with a smile and poke the tiny dimple that’s appeared where you’ve just kissed him.
“Oh great, so you guys are fucking on our couch.” Jaemin ruins yet another moment and Haechan closes his eyes trying to compose himself. A thought pops into your head and you’re already internally laughing at your own joke.
”Now, why would we do that, when your bed is available tonight?” You say with a toothy grin and you’re sure Renjun’s loud laugh makes some heads turn, Haechan mimics his reaction, head thrown, hands clapping. “Do not test me Na Jaemin, I will break you.” You point a finger at him with a serious look.
“You two make a great match, it’s actually scary.” He says in what could be described as amazement or fear, gesturing between you and Haechan.
_
You wake up confused, looking around and seeing you’re not in the familiar space of your apartment and when you inhale deeply you realise you’re safe. Haechan’s familiar scent helps you relax again and when you move to stretch your legs, you feel a comforting weight on your back, stroking slowly. You nuzzle your face into Haechan’s neck, humming in delight as he pulls the fluffy blanket, which you assume he threw over your figures whilst you were asleep, up to your chin.
“Hey, pretty.” He whispers in your ear, not wanting to startle you, his hand now in your hair, gently scratching your scalp and you purr in delight. “We fell asleep.” His tone still low, voice a little groggy, laced with sleep still.
”Mmm, what time is it?” You mumble sleepily in his neck and he shuffles around, careful not to move you from where you’re lying comfortably on him, grabbing his phone from the coffee table near the couch you’re both currently cocooned in. Your blink your eyes slowly, thankful that the only thing producing light in the living room area, is the tv screen. Shin-chan still playing on the screen from earlier but the volume is lowered. You assume you must’ve fallen asleep mid cuddling, after dinner. You remember telling him about this crime documentary you watched with Ningning a few nights ago and how you couldn’t sleep after. You also remember him saying that you should’ve called him so he could take your mind off it, and you remember wondering if he really meant that or if he was just being nice.
“It’s almost nine.” He says quietly after unlocking his phone. “We slept for like two hours.” He yawns cutely while checking any missed notifications and you can see from the corner of your eye, he quickly replies to a message from Jeno. “Seems like Jen convinced Ningning to come out.” He announces with a snort and your ears perk at that, your head slightly raising to look at him in question and he shows you the selfie he’s received from a visibly drunk Jeno, who’s got an arm wrapped around your friend’s shoulders, who’s sticking her tongue out, also visibly drunk.
“Fuck's sake.” Your head drops on his shoulder again, groaning. “She’s gonna be hungover tomorrow.” You whine and Haechan lets out a laugh, holding you tightly against him, his arm wrapping around your middle. Your hand rests on his chest and you close your eyes, allowing the cosiness to engulf you.
“It’s fine, I’m sure he’ll look after her.” He places his phone back on the coffee table and wraps his other arm around you, squeezing you like a teddy bear, with a sigh. “Bet my left nut, he’s staying at yours again tonight.” He jokes and you snort at his choice of words.
“Why the left one specifically?”
“I’m right-handed so I thought I’d keep the right one.”
“I’m sure you’ll get to keep both anyway; he’s definitely going home with her.” You agree with his point and tap your hand lightly on his chest, while resting your chin on it to look up at his pretty face. His eyes are closed now and he looks so relaxed, you can’t help but wonder if he’s enjoying the cuddling session as much as you are, but you also don’t want to assume he wants you to stay over. “I can go home, if you wanna go to bed. It’s getting late.”
His eyes open the moment he seems to have registered your words and he looks down at you. “Or you could stay?” He suggests with hopeful eyes, gauging your reaction. “I have a spare toothbrush, and you can wear something of mine.” He can definitely tell you’re contemplating. “No pressure of course, I get if you wanna be in your own bed.” His fingers comb through your hair soothingly and you close your eyes momentarily.
"Hmm." You ponder with a smile, letting your hand trail up his chest, fingers absentmindedly stroking along his jaw, feeling the scratch of the light stubble adorning his chin and he tilts his head, leaning into the touch. “I'm sure I won't miss my bed that much.”
_
After you’ve both brushed your teeth and he’s given you a comfortable big t-shirt of his to change into, you’re ready for bed and when you walk into his room, he’s already turned the main light off and left the bedside lamp on.
He’s lying comfortably under the white covers, back against the headboard while he’s lazily scrolling through his phone. You feel giddy at how soft and warm he looks. Just like a teddy bear you wouldn’t be able to sleep without.
You place your clothes on his desk chair and walk over to the side he’s not occupying, noticing your own phone is placed on the bedside table next to him, plugged in and screen down. You smile at the thoughtful gesture and slowly lift the duvet to get under, instinctively shuffling closer to his side of the bed when he stretches his arm out for you and you place your head on his chest, resembling the position you were in earlier on the couch. His bedsheets are cold and you tangle a leg with his, wiggling your toes against his skin to warm them up, making him flinch and you giggle quietly. “Sorry.”
He places his phone down, next to yours and moves to get comfortable against the pillows while holding onto your shoulders, bringing you down with him. He maneuvers you so you’re both on your sides facing each other and his arm is still slotted under you, between your head and your shoulder, while yours lazily drapes over his waist. He cups your jaw, gently rubbing his thumb against your skin and when he kisses your forehead gingerly, your eyes close momentarily while your arm tightens around his middle, pulling yourself closer so your chest is touching his. It feels domestic and so comfortable, like you’ve shared a bed with him a million times before.
“You comfy?” He whispers and you nod, the tip of your nose rubbing against his in the process. You see the corners of his lips lifting into a smile that probably mirrors yours. “Are you sleepy?” He murmurs against your lips and you smirk, knowing he’s testing the waters now. His fingers are in your hair and his thigh is resting between your legs, so close to your aching centre that you’re worried he can feel you throbbing through your underwear.
“Not really.” You breathe against his lips, your hand on his back slipping under the hem of his t-shirt and you feel him shiver when you trail your fingers up, your nails lightly scratching, feeling the goosebumps on his warm skin. “You?” Your breath hitches when his thumb traces your bottom lip, dragging it down and your eyes travel to his heart shaped lips. You instantly wish they were on yours, but you want to let him go at his own pace.
“What do you think?” He asks rhetorically and you breathe out a laugh, biting down on your bottom lip when his thumb moves to stroke the apple of your cheek.
“I think,” you pause, lightly dragging your nails down his back, earning a whimper from him. “I’m not really thinking actually.” You confess as your hand travels to his front, fiddling with the strings of his shorts, your fingers catching the elastic band of his shorts and letting it snap against his lower abdomen, earning a gasp from him, which hits your eager lips.
“Dumb already?” He attempts to tease and the smile dies on his lips, jaw dropping when your hand dips into his slacks and past his underwear, to wrap firmly around him. His eyes close when your thumb rubs under the head and you relish in the fact that he’s almost fully hard. He feels velvet smooth against your palm, thick enough to make you think it will probably sting when he enters you for the first time, slightly curved upwards, length perfect for hitting that sweet spot in your walls. You feel yourself getting wet at the thought and your breathing stutters when his thigh makes contact with your pussy, your hips instantly pushing forward, chasing the stimulating feeling. “Mm fu-“
His lips are finally on yours, interrupting you and you moan against his mouth in relief, kissing him back like you were made for it. You can’t help but think of that night in the noraebang room; how these very lips completely and utterly ruined you for anyone else. How they devoured you like no one else has before and probably like no one ever will.
Without breaking the kiss, you push him gently and he rolls onto his back dragging you with him so you can straddle him. He buries his fingers into your hair, deepening the kiss, his tongue gliding against yours and you moan at the taste of him; toothpaste and something uniquely him. Your hands take hold of his, dragging them down your figure and you stop to rest them on your ass, smiling in the kiss when he instantly kneads and pulls at the plush skin. You allow him to lick into your mouth one more time, before breaking the kiss to sit up and take in his dazed expression. Eyes hooded, lips wet and swollen and so irresistible, you feel helpless. Before he can complain, you drop your hands to the hem of the shirt that he let you borrow and slowly start dragging it up your skin, until it’s off you and on the floor.
“Fuck.” He exhales heavily, the second your tits are free and his hand comes up caressing from your hip up to your ribs until he reaches the underside of your boob and he gently cups, feeling the weight of it in his hand. “You’re fucking unreal.” He whispers and licks his lips before sitting up and wrapping his other arm securely around your waist.
His forehead rests against your chest for a moment, inhaling deeply, almost as if he needs a minute to compose himself while still squeezing your boob in his hand and you let him, threading your fingers through his hair to offer some comfort. His warm breath caresses your nipple and your shiver, the skin around the nub pebbling against his palm. You whine at the sensitivity, pulling at his hair to guide him closer to where you want him.
He gets the message and he kisses across your sternum, his tongue coming out to make contact with your skin before it circles around your areola slowly, teasing you. The pads of his fingers digging into the skin of your boob, squeezing as he sucks the nipple into his mouth and he moans when you whine. He starts flicking his tongue, driving you close to insanity and the wetness in your underwear feels almost unbearable now, but you have other priorities.
“Hae?” You call out into his hair as he’s still sucking and licking and he hums, indicating that he’s listening, as he scatters more kisses across your chest, moving to wrap his lips around your other nipple. “I wanna suck you off.” You say quickly, before allowing the shyness to infiltrate your brain and he instantly releases the nub, with a wet pop, so he can look up at your face with wide eyes. His mouth is ajar and his lips swollen and wet with his spit. He looks fucked out like this, hair messy and you love it, because you’re the sole reason. You cup his face and he absentmindedly squeezes both your tits in his hands, pushing them together, his eyes not leaving yours.
“Yeah, baby?” He leans up and kisses you softly. “Wanna make me feel good?” He mumbles seductively against your mouth, and you don’t even think before quickly nodding.
“Mm please.” You say in a whiny voice, playing along with him, as you pull at the fabric of his top and his hands move to pull at the collar, swiftly removing it. Your hands drag down his naked chest, pushing him to lie against the headboard, continuing their journey down his body, until they reach his shorts. You don’t waste any time, pulling his boxers along with them and he spreads his legs when he’s completely naked, for you to kneel in between them. His hand wraps around his hard cock, resting on his tummy and he whimpers at the needed friction while his eyes are on yours.
“Tongue out, keep your eyes on me.” He says softly and you clench around nothing, your panties a mess by now, you have to refrain from cringing at the feeling. You instantly obey, leaning closer and sticking your tongue out, millimetres away from where he wants it. He gently taps the head against the centre of your awaiting wet muscle and you moan, fighting to keep your eyes on his, the act feeling intensely intimate. “Suck, baby.” He says, his voice still gentle but more authoritative than before. You wrap your lips around the head and suck softly, tasting his precum and you can’t help but let your eyes close at the taste and weight of him in your mouth. You pull back slightly, swirling your tongue around him and flicking at the underside, causing him to grunt. “Fuck, pretty girl, you’re so good to me, aren’t you.” He says, with a shaky voice in his state of vulnerability, and you moan at the praise as you slap his hand away, replacing it with your own, wrapping your smaller fingers around his thick length and he lets you. You start to move your hand up and down, pumping him at a quick pace while sucking around the tip again, tongue dipping gently in his slit and when his hips buck up, wanting you to take him deeper, you place a hand on his hip as a warning and he grunts. "Fuck baby, please."
You gather a good amount of saliva in your mouth and when you look up to make sure he's watching you, you let it drip down slowly, watching as it coats his cock and travels down to his balls. You smile when his eyes roll back and you lick from base to top teasingly, surprising him when you take him as deep as you can, with your hand wrapped tightly around the base.
You moan when he reaches the back of your throat, swallowing around him with purpose and you pull back up when you start to gag. Your hand follows your mouth as you slowly start to move your head up and down, trying to give him as much pleasure as you can and you know you're doing a good job when his hands curl in your hair, gathering the strands into a messy ponytail and his moans turn into whines. This time, when his hips start moving, you allow him to fuck up into you, having gotten used to the feeling of him in your throat.
You slacken your jaw, moving your hand from the base to his thigh, and he moans louder when you allow him to go deeper than before. You feel your eyes water and you know you're slobbering around him, making a complete mess as saliva drips from the corners of your mouth, gathering at the base of his cock and balls. Your hand comes up to cup them, rolling gently and he abruptly pulls your mouth off him with a loud groan.
You look at the thick string of spit mixed with precum that’s connecting your lips to his tip, as you gasp for air and then your teary eyes travel up to meet his wild ones. He looks conflicted and his grip on your hair feels tight. "What's wrong?" You ask, your voice comes out hoarse and you feel like coughing to clear your throat, but you just swallow carefully.
He manages to laugh breathlessly at your confused expression, his breathing shallow and his lips bright pink from all the biting. "I was about to cum." He explains and grabs you by the arms to pull you up.
"Ain't that the point?" You say as you straddle him again and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, some of the drool smearing on your chin and you internally cringe at the wetness, but his eyes on your mouth tell you he thinks otherwise.
"Not if you want me to fuck you, no." Your heart jumps at his words and the look on your face must betray you, because he’s smirking. "Unless you don't." He teases, caressing your thighs as you place both hands on his naked chest, your pinky rubbing against his nipple and you giggle when he shudders.
"No, I do." You confess as you lean down to kiss him but he quickly sits up, meeting you halfway as he wraps his arms around you, maneuvering you onto your back swiftly and you feel yourself bounce on the mattress when he plops you down. He kneels between your legs and without warning, he starts pulling your panties off you. You eagerly raise your hips to help him, bringing your bent legs together, so the fabric doesn't stretch.
Once the lace is somewhere on the floor, you see his lips curling into a smile as he bites on the bottom one when you mindlessly spread your legs for him again, inviting him to settle between them. He moves closer, dragging his knees on the mattress as his hands take purchase on your hips.
"Scoot up a bit for me?" He asks sweetly and he helps you move up the bed, so your head rests comfortably on the fluffy pillows, and you feel the butterflies in your stomach causing havoc with no permission, your heart thudding like crazy as your eyes find his and fuck holding back now. You just want him to ruin you.
You pull at his silver chain, your other hand grabbing the back of his neck and he grunts the second your lips crash, all tongue and teeth with no coordination. You tilt your head to the side to get better access and the wet sound of kissing fills the room. Your clit is throbbing and you desperately need him to do something. Anything. "Please, I'm so wet." You whine against his lips and he moans at your neediness, grinding into your centre. His cock sliding between your folds, the head bumping into your neglected clit and your hips raise searching for more friction.
He leans back on his heels and hunches over you, one hand splayed on your tummy, the other wrapping around his dick as he taps the head against your clit and your legs spread completely, giving him full access as you squeeze around your own tits, needing to hold onto something. Your eyes roll back when he starts firmly rubbing the swollen nub, flicking from side to side and you feel like you're about to combust, your back arching off the bed as you moan loudly.
You open your eyes the second the friction comes to a halt, and the complaint dies in your mouth when you're met with the sinful sight of him coating two of his fingers in spit before they disappear between your legs and into your needy hole. "Shit, baby." He says in awe when they easily slide into you and your jaw drops at the fullness, your eyes threatening to shut from the pleasure, but you refuse to stop looking at him. His arm muscles are flexing when he starts fucking you open, instantly finding that sensitive spot that drives you insane, his other hand still, possessively pressing down on your lower abdomen to hold you in place, his hair matted on his damp forehead, his eyes focused on your dripping centre, bottom lip trapped between his teeth in concentration. He looks so hot, you could come just from looking at him and when his thumb comes into the equation, rubbing merciless circles around your clit, you feel yourself getting tighter.
“You gonna cum?” He asks in a whisper, his eyes meeting yours momentarily and you nod quickly, eyebrows creasing at the intense pressure in your belly.
"Uh-huh, don’t stop." You respond in a high pitched plea and his pace quickens, creating the filthiest squelching noises around his hand and your eyes close, half in ecstasy half in embarrassment. "Oh my god." Your fingers knead your tits harder when you're on the edge and a moan from him is what topples you over. "Fuck, I'm cumming." Your pussy feels like it's on fire as your walls spasm, your clit throbs like it's about to fall off and your legs can't stop shaking. His fingers are pistoning into you so hard and fast, that it feels like it slightly hurts but it feels so good at the same time. Too good. You sense that you're on the verge of peeing and your voice comes out in a broken squeal. "Shit, ah, stop stop stop!" Your hand grabs his wrist in a desperate state and he looks up at your face with widened eyes, like he's come out of a trance. He stops his ministrations but keeps his fingers buried inside you.
"Fuck, baby, I'm sorry." The hand on your stomach, moving to your ribs, caressing gently. "Did I hurt you? You- shit, I thought you were gonna squirt for a second so I kept going, I'm really sorry." His pupils are shaking as he explains quickly, taking in your sweaty, disheveled form and you feel so exposed that you make grabby hands at him, wanting him close. He instantly moves, supporting his weight on one arm, careful not to crash you and you sigh when you feel his chest flush against yours, warm and damp.
"It didn't hurt." You assure him, cupping his cheeks in your hands and he closes his eyes, sighing in relief. "I just felt like I was gonna pee." You confess bashfully and he chuckles, burying his face in your neck, inhaling deeply as you run your fingers through his hair. "I've never squirted before, so I freaked out a bit." You explain quietly. "Plus, I don't wanna ruin your bed sheets before we even get to the sex part."
He snorts and raises his head to look at you again. "Pretty sure they're already ruined." He says giving you a kiss on the cheek and you move to playfully push him off you, but a gasp escapes you when you feel his fingers slightly move, reminding you they're still buried inside your sensitive walls. "Unclench a little, you're squeezing." He whispers and when he kisses you, you slowly relax your walls around his digits, allowing him to carefully pull out and you whine at the loss, making him smile in the kiss. His hand cups your sensitive core, making you mewl at the comforting warmth. "You sure you still wanna keep going? We don't have to if you're feeling sore."
"I'm fine." You wrap your legs around his waist, holding him close. “Want you.” You whisper, hands sliding up his chest, coming up to bury in his hair again, as you bring his lips down to yours, urging him to kiss you stupid. And he does.
It’s slow, steady, passionate and you feel like mush in his arms, numb to the core, your lips moving in sync with his, taking what he’s giving you. You inhale and exhale heavily through your nose, refusing to break the kiss and you moan when he obscenely shoves his tongue into your mouth, licking messily and the conversation from earlier enters your mind suddenly. “Mm- I want mmf-” He interrupts you with another messy kiss before pulling away, allowing you to speak.
“You want what?” He asks quietly, lips still grazing yours as he catches his breath. Your eyes are on his glistening mouth, and he must sense your hesitation, because he presses again, hand caressing up and down your thigh in encouragement. “Tell me, baby, I’ll give you anything you want.”
“Remember what we talked about earlier?” You try, too embarrassed to actually say the words.
“Earlier?” His eyebrows furrow in thought, not catching on straight away.
“At the café.” You whisper, your eyes drop to his mouth again, slightly hinting and when they find his again, you know he’s caught on.
“You- fuck.” He falters when your hips raise, the tip of his cock catching at your entrance momentarily before sliding between your folds. “You want me to spit in your mouth?” He asks carefully, after having somewhat collected himself, both arms coming up, trapping your head between them as he rests his weight on them. You nod, holding eye contact, hands traveling down his abdomen, fingers tracing his sides before trailing up his spine, bracing once having reached his shoulders, palms resting on the blades. “You fucking minx.” His hand cups your chin, fingers lightly squishing your cheeks, forcing your lips to pucker as he leans in to press a chaste kiss on them.
His index taps against your cheek gently, as his hold on your face loosens. “Open up.” He instructs, his voice low, eyes darkening and you feel your cunt fluttering around nothing. “Tongue out.” His fingers lightly shake your face from side to side possessively and your brain stops functioning, tongue sticking out as if on demand and you whine when you watch him gather saliva in his mouth, cheeks hollowing a little, before slowly letting it dribble down your awaiting muscle. Your eyes rolls back when you feel it and your fingernails instinctively dig into his shoulders. “Swallow.” He instructs again, and you obey with a desperate moan, revelling in his dominant demeanour. His hand wraps around your throat, feeling the movement and he kisses you again, grunting against your lips, as you struggle to keep up with him, mouth widening to take his tongue in and you feel the wetness smearing on your chin messily.
You realise no one has ever kissed you like Haechan, and you wonder if he’s always kissing his sexual partners like this. Has anyone else experienced this level of intimacy with him before? You instantly feel the jealousy brewing at the thought of someone receiving this kind of affection; this kind of pleasure from him and you surprise yourself, never having felt this possessive over someone before. Something switches in you.
“Fuck me.” You breathlessly mumble, not recognising your own voice and he moans in your mouth as your hand reaches down, wrapping around his cock, smearing the shiny drops of precum adorning his tip. His hips thrust forward into your touch and you pump him steadily a couple more times, offering some sort of relief.
He pulls away slightly, to look at you. “Let me grab a condom.” He says quickly before grabbing your ankles, unwrapping them from his waist.
“Right, yes.” You nod dumbly, feeling a little silly for having lost all sensibility because of him.
You watch him as he reaches blindly in the bedside table drawer; his eyebrows furrowing in concentration and his face lights up the second he finds one. You watch him as he sits back on his heels, ripping the foil with his teeth. You watch him as he rolls the latex carefully onto his hard cock, teeth sinking in his bottom lip as he pumps himself a few times, ensuring the condom is on properly, chest moving as he breathes heavily. You watch him as he moves closer, coating two fingers in saliva, before bringing them down to your slit again, rubbing up and down slowly before dipping them in and quickly pumping into you to prep you, even if you really don’t need it. You let him though, because you want to keep watching him for a little longer.
He looks ethereal, skin glistening in a sheen layer of sweat, his shoulders wide, his chest and arm muscles lean, bicep flexing subtly as he expertly slides his fingers in and out, scissoring them to stretch you for him. He looks like the epitome of sex and you can’t even bring yourself to moan as his palm rubs against your sensitive clit, your jaw dropping with a quiet, trembling breath when he starts jabbing at your already abused g-spot and your hands release the sheets in favour of holding your legs open, when they threaten to close.
“Think I’m gonna cum again.” You mumble in awe, eyes staying on him still.
“You think?” He asks, voice laced with sarcasm, pace quickening, urging you to unravel around his fingers for the second time tonight. “Go on, baby.” His free hand, presses against the back of your thigh, pushing your leg close to your chest, testing your flexibility and the second his eyes meet yours, you cum. Hard. “Yeah, good girl.” He praises softly and you let out a whine, allowing your eyes to finally shut, not being able to handle his intense stare, your back arching as your fingers dig into the backs of your thighs, legs uncontrollably shaking, walls clenching repeatedly around his hand, clit pulsing against the heel of his palm as he helps you ride out your orgasm.
He starts kissing up your trembling body, lips wet, tongue lapping up your sweaty skin and he doesn’t even give you the chance to catch your breath when he harshly sucks your nipple in his warm mouth as his fingers leave your heat to wrap around his hard cock, rubbing the head up and down your soaked cunt. Your hands come up to grab onto his hair, as you attempt to anchor yourself and you can’t help but moan loudly when he pushes in. And even though it’s only the tip, it’s enough to drive you close to insanity.
“Fuck!” You exclaim, forcing his head up so you can kiss him as he slowly bottoms out, distracting yourself from the stinging sensation.
You both moan when his pelvis meets yours, his pubic bone flush against your hypersensitive clit as he gives you a second to adjust. He slowly pulls out to the tip and thrusts back in, maintaining a slow, careful pace to make sure you’re feeling comfortable.
“Relax for me.” He exhales a shaky laugh against your lips and you squeeze even harder to tease him. “Fuck! Baby, what the f- don’t.” He warns with a grunt as he wraps an authoritative hand around your neck and draws his hips back a little, before slamming in with force, not a second later.
The loud noise that escapes your throat resembles a scream and your eyes roll back when he starts fucking into you hard and fast, wet slapping sounds echoing and you don’t even feel embarrassed at hearing how wet you are, the intense pleasure taking over your senses, completely clouding any coherent thought.
“Not so bratty now, are we?” He grunts against your jaw as the hand around your neck tightens slightly, causing your ears to start ringing and your eyes to water. He releases you just when you start feeling dizzy, allowing you to catch your breath. He lets out a dark laugh at your loud gasps and buries his hand in your hair instead, pulling at the roots, so your head lolls back on the pillows, giving him access to your neck.
“So fucking wet, fffuck, so good.” He slurs between sloppy kisses against your sensitive skin as his hips slow down, fucking you nice and deep at a lazy pace, torturing you. “You take me so well, baby.” His crude words causing you to clench around him as his tongue laps from the base of your neck, up to your ear, flicking the lobe playfully.
“Look.” He whispers, moist breath tickling your ear as the hand fisting you hair, forces your head forward and off the pillow, making you look down between your bodies and you obediently open you eyes. You take in the unholy visual of his cock slowly dragging out to the tip, coated in your shiny slick essence, a white ring forming at the base and your eyes threaten to roll back when he so easily slides back in, at the same torturous pace. “See how perfect you are?”
Your nails drag down his back, leaving scratch marks behind and he hums against your neck when they dig into the flesh of his ass. “Faster, please.” You breathe out and he loosens his hold, allowing your head to tip back down, his eyes finding yours as he maintains the slow pace.
"You sure, baby?" His tone mocking as he sits back up on his knees, looking down at your messy cunt practically sucking him back in every time he slowly pulls out. You reel at the sight of his feral expression, his eyes unfocused as they trail up and down your naked body, like he can’t decide what to focus on. You feel exposed to the core but your arousal wins and you moan loudly, back arching when his thumb slowly circles around your clit twice, stimulating the stiff nub.
"Hae, please." You're on the verge of tears and he must like the sound of your begging, because he doesn’t hesitate this time.
He leans down again, bringing his lips to yours, thrusts increasing in pace and force significantly but never losing preciseness, giving you exactly what you want. “Yeah, you want it hard? Fuckin take it.” He grunts, kisses turning sloppy, all tongue and teeth and you can’t stop moaning, mouth hanging open against his as he relentlessly slams his hips against yours.
“Yes, oh my god.” You exhale against his mouth, as he changes the angle slightly and starts fucking directly into your g-spot, barely pulling out before thrusting back in, his balls slapping against your ass and you’re pretty sure you’ve never been fucked this good before. “Fuck, Haechan, baby, please please please, don’t stop.” You blabber, completely lost in mind-numbing bliss, your legs spreading as far as they can go, allowing him to thrust as deep as he pleases.
“Fuck, Y/N, I need you to cum.” He whispers, tone laced with urgency, almost sounding like he’s in pain and he wastes no time; a hand slotting between your bodies, resuming the stimulation on your clit, as he supports his weight on one arm, thrusts unfaltering, unforgiving and just perfect. His fingers start rubbing rough, tight circles around the nub and your toes curl against his sides, arms securely wrapping around his shoulders, as your walls squeeze around him, indicating another orgasm approaching, and when his fingers along with the head of his cock rub against the right spot, you’re gone.
Your moan comes out broken, walls clamping down on him, legs pathetically attempting to close around him but failing as your thighs shake violently and you feel dizzy, a tear rolling down your temple from the intensity of your high.
He keeps fucking you into the mattress, thrusts turning a little sloppy now that you're squeezing around him, hips losing their steady rhythm and when the pleasure borders overstimulation, causing you to mewl, he abruptly pulls out, kneeling between your legs and over your spent body. He pulls the condom off quickly with trembling fingers and he moans as he starts jerking himself off, aiming for your abdomen as his free hand curls around your ribs, holding you exactly where he wants you.
“You look so good.” You exhale in awe as you observe him in the midst of his pleasure, his eyes shut, head thrown back, his pretty neck on display as he moans loudly and his hooded eyes find yours again for a second before they roll back into his head.
“Shit, gonna cum.” He shakily announces, your praise seeming to have worked wonders, as you feel the first spurts of hot liquid landing on your skin. You take in the beautiful sight of his shaking form, chest and neck flushed, drenched in sweat, eyebrows creasing in between, eyes still shut, jaw slack as he releases short breaths.
He’s milking himself when you look down and you can’t help but ogle at the sight of your skin covered in the sticky white mess he’s created, illuminated by the bedside lamp. You notice some of it has landed on your tits, some on your tummy and you’re pretty sure some of it is pooling in the dip of your belly button, causing you to bite back a smile.
“Fuck.” He breathes in relief as his eyes slowly open to look at you and he looks dazed, fucked out. His tan skin flushed, making him look delicious. Sweat drips down his temple, hands shaking as they rest on your thighs limply. “I think I blacked out for a second there.” He mutters in awe and you giggle at his crazy eyes, while he tries to regulate his breathing.
His cheeky smile has returned, and he leans in, taking a closer look at his work. “Damn, I did a number on you.” He teases, eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the sinful sight. “Pretty.” He whispers and takes your limp hand in his, lips kissing gently on the back of it, eyes looking up at you innocently, like he didn’t just fuck you stupid.
When he drops your hand, he leans down with no warning and you panic at his mischievous expression, as his head disappears between your legs.
“What are you doing?” You ask in confusion and he chuckles softly.
“Shhh.” He breathes against your folds as his hands hold your legs open and the second his tongue swipes against your heat, you squirm, trying to move further up the bed, but he tightens his arms around your thighs, holding you still. “Relax, just take it.” He whispers calmly before gently sucking on your clit. His tongue slides down to lap at your entrance, slightly dipping in, tasting you directly, before flattening and licking up to the bundle of nerves, making you mewl when he swirls around it languidly. He keeps going, alternating between sucking, licking and gently circling until your legs are shaking again. Your hands release the sheets, moving to desperately hold onto his hair, fingers pulling, not knowing whether to push him away or pull him closer and his moan vibrates against your clit, pushing you over the edge once more. You cry out pathetically, not able to form any words, cumming uncontrollably on his tongue as he refuses to let up until your whole body shakes from overstimulation.
“Please, I- I can’t- can't cum again.” You stumble over your words, as he licks against your entrance, slurping up your juices, the sounds incriminating and you don’t even have the energy to push him away anymore. You just accept that if he tries to make you come again, you’ll probably pass out. To your relief, he thankfully stops once he’s cleaned you up with his tongue.
You blink up at him when you feel his weight on you, his skin feels hot on yours, his cum smearing between you, and he doesn’t seem have a care in the world. The only thing he does seem to care about is shoving his tongue in your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself, kissing you like he owns you and at this point, he might as well spell out his name on your body with his cum, because he has completely and utterly destroyed you and you know you’re irrevocably ruined for anyone else.
“So good for me, baby girl.” He mutters wetly, mouth open against yours, breathing heavy. “So fucking sweet.” He whispers almost inaudibly and you cup his chin in your hand, squishing his cheeks between your fingers, pecking him on his puckered lips.
“You’re fucking insane, Lee Haechan.” You weakly chuckle as he tries to kiss you again, his whine childish as your firm hold on his face prevents him from doing so. “Get off me, before I piss myself in your bed, you freak. You’re pressing against my bladder.”
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After having gently cleaned you up with a warm hand towel and carried you to the bathroom so you can sort yourself out, he’s got you back in his bed, safely cocooned in his arms and under the covers. His front is comfortably pressed against your back and you’re basking in the warmth and the nakedness.
“Now I’m definitely sleepy.” You mumble with a content smile and he quietly chuckles in your hair, tightening his arms around you, holding you as close as possible, sighing in delight.
“Mm same.” He mumbles sleepily against your neck. “You comfortable like this?” He checks, and you feel giddy at his attentiveness.
“Mm-hmm, more than.” You nuzzle back into him, lazily stroking your fingers up and down the arm that’s wrapped around your middle, his palm casually cupping your boob; not squeezing, just gently holding. You feel him smile as he presses a sweet kiss on your shoulder.
A few moments of comfortable silence pass, and just when you think his breathing has started to slow down, he quietly speaks again.
“Y/N?” He asks tentatively and his serious tone worries you.
“Yeah?” You attempt to turn your head to look at him, but his tight embrace holds you in place and you presume he needs to not be looking at you when he says his next words.
“I think-” He pauses, collecting his thoughts and you have a feeling you know what he’s trying to get at, so you give him time, hand still gently stroking his arm. “Are we on the same page here?”
“Well,” You sigh, feigning uncertainty and the tensing in his arm almost makes you regret dragging this. “That depends Lee Haechan.” The teasing smile evident in your voice. “What page are you on?”
Y/n’s boyfriend Haechan is back after his 3 month vacation in Jeju Island and he comes back looking hotter than ever.
All Warnings: dirty talk, unprotected sex, dom Haechan (lil mean), degradation, manhandling, name calling, chain slapping, choking, mirror sex, oral sex, sub-space y/n
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Y/N always said Haechan was her teddy bear.
Not because he was soft and cuddly—though he definitely was when he wore those oversized hoodies she loved stealing—but because he was hers. He was warm, dependable, the safest place in the world.
The night before he left for Jeju, she sprawled across his bed while he tried to pack. He wasn’t making much progress, mostly because every time he bent to fold a shirt, she tugged at his arm until he flopped back beside her.
“You’re seriously leaving me for three months,” she said dramatically, pushing out her bottom lip. “What am I supposed to do without you and your kisses?”
He rolled his eyes, but the way his ears pinked gave him away. “You’re so spoiled.”
“And whose fault is that?” she teased, tugging him closer until he was hovering over her.
He kissed her then, soft at first, like he always did, before she nipped at his lower lip and made him laugh into her mouth. He tasted like the strawberry soda they’d shared earlier, sweet and fizzy. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers.
“You’re gonna miss me,” he murmured, smug.
“You’re gonna miss me,” she corrected, brushing her thumb over his cheek. “I’ll probably be fine. I’ve got books, friends, freedom from your constant snoring…”
“Wow,” he said, pretending to be wounded. “Three minutes apart and you’re already slandering me.”
She giggled, then pulled him down for another kiss, slower this time, her hands sliding into his hair. “I’m kidding,” she whispered against his lips. “I hate it already.”
For a moment, he just looked at her, all the teasing gone from his eyes. He cradled her face in both hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks like she was the most fragile thing in the world. “Every morning, every night,” he promised quietly. “I’ll text you even if I have to climb a tree to get one bar of service. I’ll never let you wonder if I’m thinking of you.”
She laughed, even as her throat tightened. “Good. Don’t make me miss you too much.”
And he didn’t.
The first morning, her phone buzzed with a message before she was even awake:
Good morning, baby. I dreamed about you. Love you.
That night, another one:
Goodnight, baby. Today I helped grandma with the garden. She says she wants to meet you soon. You’d love her cooking. What did you do today? Love you.
It became their rhythm. Every morning and every night, like clockwork, Haechan’s name lit up her phone. He told her everything—what he ate, how many mosquito bites he got, how the sea breeze felt when he went on a walk by the shore. And every time, he asked about her day. He wanted to know everything: what book she was reading, who she hung out with, whether she slept well.
Sometimes she stared at his texts longer than she should, rereading them like the words themselves carried his voice. Sometimes she whispered his replies out loud before sending them, just to feel like he was there.
Three months was a long time, but Haechan never let her doubt for even a second that she was on his mind. He was still her teddy bear—even if, for now, she had to hold him through a glowing screen.
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The end of summer meant one thing: everyone was gathering at Johnny’s house like they always did, sprawled in the backyard with food, music, and way too much laughter. Y/N had been jittery all day, barely able to focus on anything her friends said. Because tonight wasn’t just about the gang getting back together—it was about Haechan finally coming home.
Her phone buzzed against her leg.
I’m outside. Come get me.
Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest. She bolted up from the couch, ignoring the way Jaemin called after her, and rushed toward the front door. She was smiling so wide her cheeks hurt, ready to fling herself into his arms—
But then she froze in the doorway.
Because her Haechan was standing there. Except… he wasn’t the Haechan she remembered.
This Haechan’s skin was bronzed from the Jeju sun, golden and warm. His hair was longer, brushing against his temples, messy in a way that looked deliberate. His shoulders seemed broader, his biceps thicker, straining the sleeves of his crisp white button-down—and the top few buttons were undone, revealing a stretch of chest dusted with skin she’d never seen him reveal before. Two layered necklaces glinted against him, catching the last of the evening light. To top it off, ripped jeans hugging his figure.
Her breath hitched.
Time stopped.
Yes, Haechan had always been attractive. Always made her melt with a smile or a kiss. But this—this version of him—wasn’t just cute. He was devastating. Sexy in a way that made her brain short-circuit.
He smirked when she didn’t move, his voice lower, rougher than she remembered. “Well, don’t I get a hug and a kiss?”
That snapped her out of it. With a little gasp, she ran straight into him. His arms caught her easily, strong and solid, and she wrapped her legs around his waist like it was instinct. Her lips found his immediately, kissing him hard, desperate, her hands tugging at the longer strands of his hair. His mouth curved against hers as he kissed her back, deep and slow, like he had all the time in the world to make up for the months apart.
When she finally pulled back, she touched his face like she needed to make sure he was real, her palms sliding down his arms, fingers squeezing the muscle there like she couldn’t believe it. “You look… good,” she admitted breathlessly. “Different.”
“Different, huh?” His smile was lazy, his dimple flashing. “Really? ’Cause I feel the same.”
She shook her head, still staring at him like she couldn’t quite figure him out. “You don’t,” she whispered, tugging at his necklaces before leaning in to kiss him again. “You’re… hotter.”
He laughed into her mouth, low and pleased, his hands tightening around her waist. “Guess I should leave for three more months, then.”
“Don’t you dare,” she shot back, but she was smiling against his lips, her chest aching with happiness. Because her boyfriend was home—and somehow, impossibly, even better than before.
Walking into Johnny’s backyard felt like stepping into a bubble of laughter and music. Everyone was already sprawled out on patio chairs, talking over one another, a firepit crackling in the center. The second Haechan stepped in behind her, voices rose in unison.
“Look who finally decided to come back!” Mark hollered.
“Bro,” Johnny shook his head, taking him in with wide eyes. “Jeju did you good. You glowed up.”
“Yeah, what the hell?” Jaemin added, poking at Haechan’s bicep. “You left a boy, came back looking like this.”
The group broke into teasing whistles, claps, and jokes, and Y/N felt her stomach twist with a strange mixture of pride and nerves. So it wasn’t just in her head—her man had, in fact, gotten even hotter.
She slipped away toward the drink table to hide her grin, pouring herself a cup of soda while she listened to the easy way Haechan caught up with the boys. His laugh carried across the yard, warm and familiar, and it made her chest ache.
When she came back out, everyone was gathered around the firepit. Haechan spotted her immediately, his smile softening in that way it always did when he looked at her. He patted his lap casually, like there was never any question where she belonged.
She was making her way over when she noticed it—two girls standing off to the side, whispering to each other before walking right up to him. They leaned in, giggling, one of them very obviously letting her eyes trail down his chest.
Y/N’s steps quickened.
By the time she reached him, she slid right onto his lap without hesitation. Haechan’s arm immediately circled her waist, pulling her close like it was second nature. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, then leaned forward to steal a sip from her drink as if he’d been waiting for her to come back.
The two girls blinked, caught off guard. Y/N gave them a sweet smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Can I help you with something?” she asked, tilting her head.
They stuttered, fumbling for words, before shaking their heads quickly. “No, uh—nothing. Sorry.” With awkward laughs, they scurried away.
Satisfied, Y/N leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Haechan’s chest, right above the dip of his necklaces, before tilting her head up to look at him. He was already gazing down at her like she was the only person in the yard.
“You’re everything,” she whispered without meaning to.
His lips curved, and he kissed her—slow, lingering, making sure she felt every ounce of how much he’d missed her.
“Okay, chill out!” Mark groaned from across the fire, throwing a marshmallow at them. “Seriously, get a room.”
“Yeah,” Jaemin added, wrinkling his nose. “Some of us are single, can you not rub it in?”
Y/N and Haechan broke into laughter, pulling apart just enough to grin at their friends.
“Give us a break,” Haechan said smugly, his hand squeezing Y/N’s thigh. “It’s been three months.”
The groans only got louder, but Y/N didn’t care. She tucked herself against Haechan’s chest, finally, blissfully home where she belonged.
The noise of the party faded into a low hum the moment Y/N settled onto Haechan’s lap. It didn’t matter that their friends were laughing, roasting each other, and tossing things into the fire—her whole focus was on the boy beneath her, the boy who felt both achingly familiar and startlingly new.
She sat sideways, her legs draped comfortably over his, one arm hooked lazily around his shoulders while the other traced slow lines up and down his bare forearm. Every time her fingers skimmed over the muscle there, she had to swallow a little harder, still trying to process how different he looked.
But Haechan… he looked at her like none of that had changed. His head was tilted down toward her, brown eyes warm and heavy with affection, his arm secure around her waist like it had always belonged there. Between them sat her drink, the cup passing back and forth with no need for words.
“So,” he murmured, his breath brushing her temple as he leaned closer. “Want to hear what I’ve been up to while you’ve been running around without me?”
“Obviously.” She smiled, nudging his chest. “Three months’ worth of stories to make up for.”
He chuckled and started talking, painting pictures of humid mornings in Jeju, long days helping his grandmother in the garden, and evenings walking by the beach, watching the sky turn gold. But then his voice softened, almost breaking when he mentioned her. “Grandma’s aging… faster than I thought. She forgets things sometimes. It… it makes me sad.”
Y/N’s heart squeezed. She shifted, turning her body more toward him, and pressed a gentle kiss to his jaw. “I’m glad you were there with her,” she whispered. “I bet it meant the world to her.”
His eyes softened even further as he caught her lips in a kiss, slow and lingering. “I missed you,” he breathed against her mouth. “Missed my girl more than anything.”
She kissed him back, her hand sliding up into his longer hair, tugging softly. “I missed you too,” she murmured. Then she hesitated, searching his face before blurting the thought that had been eating at her since she first saw him on the doorstep. “You’re different, though. You look… more manly. More… intimidating. It kind of makes me nervous.”
Haechan laughed, the sound low and warm in his chest, vibrating against her palms where they rested on him. He kissed the tip of her nose before shaking his head. “Baby, it’s just me. Same old Haechan. Nothing to be nervous about. It’s still us—same as always.”
Y/N smiled, though her chest swirled with something complicated and heady. Because it wasn’t true, not completely. He was different. She could feel it in the way his body held hers, in the weight of his gaze, in the way he seemed so much more like a man now than the boy who’d left three months ago.
But different didn’t mean bad.
If anything, it made her heart race in ways she wasn’t sure she could explain.
Y/N’s fingertips idly stroked the bit of chest visible where Haechan’s shirt hung open, brushing against the dip between his necklaces. His chest now a bit sweaty from the summer air. The firelight flickered over his tan skin, and she whispered, almost to herself, “I’m liking your new look. You look even sexier than before.”
That earned her a raised brow, his dimple flashing. “Oh, yeah?” His voice dipped lower, curious, playful, dangerous all at once.
Before she could answer, he leaned down and captured her mouth in a kiss that quickly turned into more. His lips moved hungrily against hers, his hand cradling her jaw, hers tugging at his hair. They lost themselves in it, gasping when they pulled apart, foreheads pressed together.
Haechan’s chest rose and fell, his thumb swiping over her swollen bottom lip. “It’s time for us to leave.”
Her stomach flipped. He stood, pulling her up with him, and when he laced their fingers together, she knew there was no arguing.
“Bye guys,” Haechan called, casual as ever.
“Don’t bother pretending,” Jaemin yelled after them, smirking. “We all know what you’re about to do.”
“Stay hydrated!” Johnny added, laughing.
Their friends’ laughter followed them, but Y/N barely heard it. Her heart was hammering too hard, her body buzzing with anticipation as Haechan tugged her through the yard and out toward his car.
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The second they reached it, he pushed her gently against the side, his mouth crashing onto hers again. She let out a muffled gasp, her arms winding around his neck as one of her legs lifted, hooking against his hip. He pressed her harder into the metal, the kiss deepening until she was whimpering softly into his mouth, her hips rolling instinctively against him.
He groaned, breaking the kiss, his forehead dropping to hers. “Fuck, baby… you make me crazy.”
Her chest heaved, dizzy and desperate. Before she could pull him back down, he opened the passenger door, guiding her inside with a firm hand on her waist. She sank into the seat, dazed, watching him round the car with her pulse still racing.
The drive home felt like it was moving in slow motion, every second stretched thin with tension. His right hand gripped the wheel, but his left was firmly on her thigh, thumb rubbing lazy circles into her skin. Every few minutes, he lifted their still-linked hands to his lips, pressing a kiss against her knuckles without looking away from the road.
Y/N couldn’t take her eyes off him—off the curve of his jaw, the way his longer hair brushed his temple, the concentration in his gaze. “I missed you so much,” she whispered.
His lips twitched into a faint smile, eyes soft as they flicked toward her. “I missed you more.”
And with his hand warm on her skin, the night stretched ahead of them—full of everything they’d been waiting three months for.
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They barely made it through the front door before Y/N was already tugging at him, pulling him down for frantic, messy kisses. Her top and bra had ended up somewhere by the entryway, her skin burning under the press of his hands as they stumbled into the kitchen.
Haechan hoisted her up onto the counter like she weighed nothing, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist. His mouth was hot against hers, every kiss deeper than the last, teeth grazing, tongues tangling. She tugged at the hem of his white shirt, mumbling between kisses, “Take this off… just—get rid of it.”
He chuckled, low and rough, before pulling it off in one quick motion, tossing it aside. Y/N’s eyes barely had time to take in his tan chest, the layered necklaces glinting against his skin, before his mouth was back on hers.
Her hands roamed greedily over him, sliding down his arms, squeezing at the muscle there like she still couldn’t believe it was real. His body pressed flush against hers, hard and needy, until she was whimpering into his mouth.
“Bedroom,” he muttered against her lips, and before she could protest, he was lifting her again, carrying her down the hall.
The moment he dropped her into his sheets, she froze for a second—because the room smelled like him. Warm, comforting, familiar. She barely had a chance to breathe it in before he was tugging at her pants, sliding them down her legs in one fluid motion.
His lips trailed kisses up her thighs, slow and deliberate, making her shiver as he pushed her panties aside. He paused, looking up at her with a hunger that made her whole body clench. “You know how many nights I dreamed about this?” he murmured, his voice rough with want. “Three months, baby. Three months starving for my favorite fucking meal.”
Her breath caught, her fingers tangling in his longer hair as he slowly pulled her panties off and tossed them aside.
And then his mouth was on her.
Y/N cried out, her back arching as he licked into her like a man starved, his tongue working her with a precision that made her toes curl. Every flick, every swirl felt like it was meant to make up for the months apart, and he didn’t let up—not when she gasped, not when her thighs tried to close around his head. His hands held her open, his mouth devouring her like he had all the time in the world.
“Fuck, Haechan—” she whimpered, tugging harder at his hair.
He moaned against her, the sound vibrating through her, and when he sucked at her clit, she shattered. Her whole body shook as she came, trembling against the sheets, her hands still clutching at him desperately.
He didn’t stop until she was twitching, only then pulling back to look up at her—lips wet, eyes dark, chest heaving.
And the way he smiled at her, sinful and proud, made it clear: three months apart had only made him hungrier.
Y/N yanked him up by his damp hair, her mouth crashing against his. “More,” she begged against his lips, her voice wrecked. “I need more kisses.”
His chest rumbled with a dark laugh as he kissed her back, hard, swallowing her whimpers. “Baby, I’ll give you whatever the fuck you want.”
He hovered over her, pressing her into the sheets, and she gasped when the cool weight of his necklace brushed her chin. He noticed, his hand coming up to unclasp it, but she grabbed his wrist, shaking her head.
“Leave it.”
Something shifted in his gaze then—something darker, hungrier. His smirk curved slow and wicked. “God, you’re a fucking sex freak,” he murmured, his voice low and filthy. He kissed her again, harder this time, the metal chain brushing her lips. “I’m not stopping until these necklaces leave marks on your pretty face.”
Her back arched at his words, like he was already inside her. “Haechan…”
He didn’t make her wait any longer. His pants and boxers hit the floor in seconds, and then he was pushing into her with one deep, slow stroke. The both of them groaned into each other’s mouths, the sound raw, desperate, filled with the ache of three months apart.
Y/N clung to him, babbling into his kiss, “Don’t ever leave me again, please—god, I’ve been craving this, craving you—the stretch only you give me, I need it, I need you in me all the time—”
Her words made him grin lazily, his lips brushing her ear as he started to move, thrusting into her with steady, merciless rhythm. “My slutty baby missed me that bad, huh?” he whispered, biting gently at her earlobe before licking the sting away. Her whole body shuddered. “Missed my cock stretching you open? Couldn’t cum right without me, could you?”
“Fuck—” she gasped, nails digging into his back as the sound of his necklaces smacking her face with each thrust only made her moan louder.
He was everywhere—his weight pinning her down, his filthy words in her ear, his chains branding her skin, his cock driving her to madness. And Y/N realized she wasn’t just getting her teddy bear back. She was getting all of him—the boy she loved, the man he’d become, and the filthy, desperate way he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
Each thrust sent his necklace smacking against her face, harder and harder, until her skin bloomed red where the chains struck. Haechan should’ve stopped—should’ve thought it was too much—but instead it drove him insane. His cock twitched inside her at the sight, at the sound of her moaning his name louder and louder with every sting.
“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes blown wide as he pounded into her. “I’m sick in the head… I love it, baby. Love the way my necklace is marking you up, love that you’re moaning for it like my dirty girl.”
Her back arched, her nails clawing down his arms as she gasped, “Haechan—god—yes, please—”
He growled low in his throat, moving one hand to wrap gently but firmly around her throat, holding her head still against the pillow. It wasn’t harsh—it was anchoring, controlling, making her look at him. “Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered, before leaning down to lick inside her open mouth, biting her swollen lips until she whimpered.
It wasn’t enough. He was feral for her, starving after three months apart, and every word tumbled out of him like confession and curse all at once.
“You don’t get it, do you?” he rasped, his thrusts sharp, relentless. “I’ve been dreaming about you day and night—every fucking second I was gone, baby. I couldn’t do a single thing without you in my head. My whole life is you. My whole body—” he slammed in deeper, groaning against her cheek, “—is you. I’m all yours. Always.”
Her body seized up, his filthy devotion crashing through her as her walls clenched violently around him. “Haechan—fuck—!”
The way she squeezed him, the way she cried out his name, it pushed him right over the edge. He spilled into her with a guttural moan, their climaxes tearing through them together until they were both trembling, shaking from the force of it.
Haechan collapsed onto her chest, his sweat-slicked body pressing hers into the mattress. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders immediately, holding him close, pulling his mouth back to hers even though they were both panting, gasping for air.
Their kisses were sloppy, desperate, unstoppable. Neither of them could get enough. After three months apart, after endless waiting, this wasn’t just reunion—it was possession, obsession, a frantic reminder that they were each other’s everything.
And even as exhaustion threatened to drag them under, neither let go. Not yet.
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GENRE: smut, horror, thriller, college!au, frat!au, obviously inspired by the movie Scream.
SUMMARY: As the campus gets filled with a bunch of frat members dressed as Ghosface for a Halloween joke, you suddenly get dragged into your own scary movie when someone decides you’ll be the protagonist.
WARNINGS AND CONTENT: yandere vibes, explicit lenguage, explicit sex scenes, oral sex (f and m), fingering, spanking, creampies, cumshot, praise and degradation, soft but not really doms mark and hyuck, choking, dirty talk, anal play, big dicks, reader also gets anxious and scared, mentions and descriptions of blood, murder and death, mind games, annoying frat boys, y/n and her friends are lowkey little menaces.
WORD COUNT: +27.k
AUTOR'S NOTE: i lost my mind writing this so i hope you enjoy! also stream +82 pressin' that strong duo mark and hyuck really fit this fic
IT WAS LATE AT NIGHT ON A WEEKDAY AND YOU WERE CONTEMPLATING THROW OUR HISTORY BOOK OUTTA THE WINDOW.
A study questionnaire was taking too much time to answer in preparation for an upcoming exam and you tried to stay focused, fighting the sleepiness, ignoring the way your eyes felt heavy and your mind started fantasizing about your soft bed. You wanted to finish it up so you could go to sleep after a day full of classes, the tiredness about to shut down your body at any moment.
Your phone next to you lit up with an incoming call and you answered it automatically, without stopping reading your book. "Hello?"
"Hi, Sidney," a raspy voice asked, making you roll your eyes for what would be the 500th time that day. Not again.
‘’Who is it? Jungwoo? Yangyang?" You asked, sighing and shaking your head. You turned your tired gaze away from the book, closing it and deciding that it was enough for that night, feeling your eyes dry. The bed was calling your name, the idea of sleeping for at least 10 uninterrupted hours being very tempting. "If you ask again what type of underwear I'm wearing with that damn modulator, I swear to God…’’ you threatened him.
It all started in early October.
Since the boys in the NCT frat had decided to go as Ghostface as a group to their annual Halloween party, they had been playing with the voice modulator they bought together non-stop like a new toy, and you were one of their favorite targets. They definitely didn't know how to control their enthusiasm, with incessant calls at any time of the day, although their preferred time was obviously at night.
You couldn't distinguish any voice, all being the same due to the voice changer that was rotating between the fraternity rooms. Renjun had even told you with exasperation how they had a board with names and shifts to know who got the modulator for the day, which was organized by Taeyong after too many complaints and headaches of whose turn it was.
You had heard from Chenle that the mastermind behind this matching costume idea was Jaemin, who insisted that "all the girls love Ghostface!" and ‘’this would get us tons of pussy, trust me!’’ and that's how everybody agreed to it. Their calls ended up coming to your phone daily, some following the original script of the movie and others deviating from it to ask dirtier questions, like Yangyang and his close group of friends did.
It wasn't that funny to you but apparently some guys found your deadpanned answers hilarious, for an unknown reason to you.
If it were just those stupid calls, it would be fine, but of course they went a step further and were terrorizing the campus with their pranks, using the full costume to run around campus and classes, fake knives and masks included. It was a bit creepy not knowing which one of them was under the white mask, there were so many members in that frat.
Just last week, Hendery had jumped out at you from the shadows as you were about to enter your sorority building, which had made you scream in surprise and felt your soul ricocheting inside you, and he hadn't stopped laughing at your reaction while you tried to strangle him. At least Kun had scolded him a little afterward, to your satisfaction.
And it wasn't like Jaemin's plan didn’t work out, because it did. Maybe too well. For days, you had been seeing masked black figures coming and going in the hallways of your sorority, entering and leaving some of the girl’s rooms. But you couldn't tell if it was because of the fame of the Ghostface mask and the effect it had on girls or because the ones underneath were the guys from Neo Chi Tau, one of the frats full of hot guys. Although you were getting used to seeing them everywhere, you couldn't deny that they gave you a creepy feeling every time you saw that eerie mask.
You loved the saga, actually it was one of your favs, but it was a scary costume nonetheless and seeing so many around campus was… well, fucking creepy.
There hadn't been any murders so far, fortunately, but you were sure that would change if the guys kept messing with your patience. Halloween was your favorite holiday, and you loved everything that came with it, especially horror movies, which were your favorite genre. The campus was very enthusiastic about the celebrations and you usually enjoyed them, but in the last few days, you felt a bit nervous not knowing when another Ghostface would appear in your day to mess it up. Maybe the NCT guys were dead set on giving you a heart attack.
"None of those fools," the voice said as you yawned and got up from your desk to look for your pajamas in the closet. "Now listen carefully, Sid. What did you answer for question E and could you pass it to me, please?"
"Oh my God, Renjun, not you too," you complained incredulously, pulling the phone away from your ear to see that the call indeed had the ID of one of your friends and classmates. You scoffed and smiled, teasing your friend. "Wasn't yesterday when you thought it was a dumb idea and now you're using that modulator?"
"It is a dumb idea, but Yangyang signed me up on the board without me knowing," his voice, now normal, explained with a sigh. "I was just playing with this thing, I…it's kinda fun," he said, sounding a bit surprised by the realization.
You laughed at his tone, imagining his cute face crunching at the utter horror of knowing Yangyang was right in something. "So now you're going to join in terrorizing the campus with the others?"
‘’Nah, I'll just scare Yangyang with a call and then I'll go to sleep. You can pass me the answer, right? I'll pay you with a coffee tomorrow,’’ Renjun offered.
‘’Yeah, no problem, I’ll send you a text,’’ you yawned again, hung up the call and approached your desk again to take a photo of your quiz answers. You send it to Renjun, who immediately responds with a heart and wishes you good night. You put down your phone and walked away to finally get on your pajamas to sleep, when it lit up with another incoming call.
These guys didn’t sleep or what? This time you looked at the ID, a private number. Knowing that NCT's day of nonsense is clearly not over, you answered but put it on speaker this time.
"Hello?" You responded for the third or fourth time today, starting to undress and choosing a large, worn-out t-shirt, pulling it over your head. As no one said anything on the other line, you frowned. "Junie? You were supposed to call Yangyang, not me," you reminded him with a giggle.
"This is not Renjun," a distorted voice said. You turned to look at your phone for a second, hesitating, and then continued taking off your clothes, now tossing your jeans into the laundry basket.
"Oh? So who is it then?" You asked as you rolled your eyes, feeling tired of playing this game so late. Turning off the speaker and your room lights as well, you went to your bed, laying down in the dark and stretching with a small sigh. So happy to be in the comfort of your sheets after a long day, you thought there was nothing better than that cozy feeling.
"Someone else. You’re going to bed?" The caller asked, sounding interested, the low and seductive voice catching you a bit off guard. It's not the playful tone that others had used.
‘’Yeah, I was just about to,’’ you replied, turning on the small flat-screen TV in your room, looking for something on Netflix while holding the phone to your ear. ‘’Although I might put on a movie for some white noise, it helps me sleep.’’
"What movie?" The voice inquired you, tone deep and raspy.
‘’I don't know, maybe a horror movie,’’ you murmured, putting a random one and lowering the tv volume a little. You just needed a little bit of sound and the glow of the tv to fall asleep. "Halloween season has started, after all.’’
"A horror movie is gonna help you sleep? People chased and sliced does that to you?’’ The caller chuckled darkly, mocking you. ‘’What's your favorite scary movie?" He asked, the altered voice resonating against your ear.
You took a pause, thinking for a few seconds. To everyone who had asked before, you had given different answers and lies to keep up the joke and ruin the original script, but this time you decided to respond with the truth, laughing quietly at how ridiculous it would sound.
"Scream," you admitted, tossing the remote aside and curling up under the blankets, keeping your eyes on the movie. "You guys, don't you get tired of making the same calls during the day? You're all going to drain the battery of that damn thing before Halloween.’’
The voice ignored your last comment. ‘’What do you like about that movie?’’
"I find it original, I like how it mocks and pays homage to the clichés and rules of slashers," you replied, unable to prevent another yawn from escaping. "Drew Barrymore has the most iconic scene," your attention was diverted to your door, listening to noises coming downstairs. They were probably sisters returning to the building.
"Are you tired, pretty girl? I bet you were finishing your homework like the good girl you are, I am right?" The caller said, making you frown with a strange feeling forming inside you upon hearing the nickname. But you couldn't tell if it was fear or something else.
"How do you know that?" You asked, curious but a bit hesitant.
"I saw you in the library today, looking so distracted and a bit... skittish," the voice commented with a small laugh that had you swallowing hard. "Is something making you nervous?"
‘’You know what? Yes, some group of idiots are bothering students everywhere," you deadpanned with your eyes closed, ready to sleep. "Including me. It's annoying."
‘’Well, in that case I hope the distractions don't make you forgetful. You locked the door, right? Did you set the alarm?’’ The caller asked, taunting you.
Wait, what? You opened your eyes as you slowly sat up in bed. The atmosphere had changed, and you felt a sense of discomfort and a bit of fear from his words, especially when the voice laughed hoarsely against your ear, as if he knew something you didn't. No one knows that today it's my turn to set the security system, you thought.
‘’You should check that, baby. If the door’s not locked… maybe there’s someone’s already inside,’’ the voice said.
You remembered the noises you heard from downstairs. Did you set the alarm before, right? Wasn't the door closed? No sister could enter after curfew, you assured yourself, glancing a bit frantically at the time on your phone. Past midnight.
Fuck. You were so tired after a day that had started so early, then the classes and the quiz you had been answering for hours— no. You locked the door and put the security code on. Stop, you’re getting paranoid, you chastised yourself, it's just the boys being annoying.
"Are you scared?" The electronic, smooth voice asked in a mocking tone, as if it knew exactly that you were going a little crazy. It cooed at you. "Do you want me to come and help you calm down? Just open your door for me. Maybe I’m standing behind it..."
Without thinking twice, you hung up the call, leaving your phone on your nightstand as if it were burning. Fuck those calls. Enough with the games. You were about to lie down again when a tooomp sounded too close to your room, stopping your movements. It sounded like a heavy door closing.
You paused the movie to listen for something else, but after another tense, silent moment, you didn’t hear anything. So you were about to lay again, but this time you heard clearly footsteps on the stairs. You began to get up slowly from your bed, your footsteps dragging on the floor trying to be silent. As you came closer to your door, the footsteps were more evident. You turned the key in your room with care, feeling your heart thumping against your chest as you opened it slowly… when suddenly a face appeared in the opening.
You couldn't help the scream that escaped from you, startling Hanni and making her scream too. When you realized it was one of your friends standing in front of you, you sighed in relief while she laughed, looking at you strangely as you placed your hand over your racing heart, feeling like an idiot.
‘’God, are you crazy? You're going to wake up the entire campus," she scolded you, a bit surprised by your reaction.
‘’You scared the hell out of me!’’ You signed loudly, taking a step back and turning on the lights of your room, the tension disappearing. You crossed your arms with a groan, ready for the day to end. ‘’What are you doing so late?"
Hanni made a face and shrugged, and that's when you noticed your best friend was still carrying her backpack. ‘’I had a study session and I ran late,’’ she explained, ‘’good thing the door wasn't locked yet. I came to give you your book before I forget, by the way!’’
"What?" You asked, taking the book from her hands, although Hanni didn't notice that you paled a little, frozen in your place. ‘’The door wasn’t locked?’’
‘’I know, right? Lucky me,’’ she said as she started walking down the hallway to her room, without noticing the thoughtful expression on your face as you replayed the conversation from the call in your head. Before Hanni closed her door, she peeked out and winked at you. ‘’And don't worry, I already put the security code for you. Night, babe!’’
You stood at the threshold of your door for a moment with chills covering your body, your hands tightening on the book you were holding against your chest like a shield.
You didn't receive any more calls since the last one, fortunately, and the next few days passed in relative peace. Between studying with Renjun and Chenle in the library and having coffee with Hanni at the café where Sion worked—who occasionally gave employee discounts in the form of delicious cupcakes to your friend group— your mind was distracted from all this Ghostface situation. The last call left you a bit paranoid, now checking the locks twice and making sure everything is locked up tight before going to sleep.
You told everything to Hanni, who obviously blamed the frat boys, assuring you it was another bad joke and that anyone could forget to put the code, especially someone stressed over exams like you. It was not a big deal. There was no way to know who the caller was since it was a private number anyways, and besides, you had other things to worry about than interrogating a whole frat about it. So you followed the voice of reason sometimes Hanni was to you and relaxed a little bit. It was just a dumb joke, you kept repeating to yourself.
When you thought your life would go on without much chaos until Halloween, Hanni reminded you of the invitation to the horror movie marathon that Friday, or as Johnny had officially named it: Super Spooky Spectacular Scary Movies Special.
‘’You have no excuse and you’ll come with me,’’ Hanni said while hugging your arm firmly like a sloth, making sure you wouldn't run away in the middle of the cafe after saying that. She really knew you. ‘’You seriously need to get laid! You deserve a reward after your exams, you know? You have so much tension pinned up, that can’t be healthy.’’
‘’Can you keep it down?’’ You whispered, signaling with your head the figure of Sion coming to the table with two coffees and orange and black cupcakes, Halloween themed. You two smiled at the boy as he left, who didn’t notice how you kicked your friend's ankle under the table so she could keep her mouth shut. You looked at Hanni and frowned down at her when Sion left. ‘’Excuse me? What do you mean? Is this a intervention about my health habits?’’
‘’You were so stressed about exams and studying, I swear I thought I'd find you petrified or something on a library chair,’’ she scolded you after taking a piece of cupcake to her mouth and pointing her fork at you after, threateningly. ‘’No more! That ends tonight, you obsessed book mouse! Leave the body of my friend right now!’’
‘’Please stop screaming and exorcising me,’’ you begged her as you looked around, noticing some stares of other consumers coming your way curiously, attracted by your friend’s loud voice. ‘’Thank you, now everybody knows about my non-existent sex life,’’ you growled when you returned your attention to her. ‘’Keep it down!’’
‘’Wow, and how could that change, huh? Jesus, I wonder. Maybe if you actually went to a party and socialice? The NCT parties, you know those? The ones you always get an invite to?’’ Hanni reminded you, feeling a little exasperated.
Parties weren’t really your thing, especially not NCT-crazy-wild-ones, and the times you actually went you spent your time with your friends in their rooms, having fun by yourselves, drinking, smoking, eating and talking non stop.
Some other times you actually danced and had fun with Renjun, Chenle and Hanni, like one night Yanyang was testing his live DJ set. But it was really out of the ordinary. Most nights ended up with you passing out with Renjun and Chenle in the same bed like some puppy cuddle puddle after drinking too much, actually getting kicked out of the bed so they could cuddle without you.
Some people were envious you had a free pass to those parties since your friends were members and pretty popular ones. And some were more curious about your close relationship with them. You were friends with the most calm frat boys you ever met, but something Chenle and Renjun didn't lack was attitude and personality, and when someone dared to come to them with some question or rumour they would just stare blankly with their bitch resting faces, patience thin as ice.
You didn’t know, but actually a few guys who were interested in you suspected the Chinese students were keeping you out of their reach and they called them out on that, and maybe it wasn’t a lie. Like when Chenle didn’t give your number to Yangyang right away, thinking you could do much better or Yuta, because he would devour you and your heart with a single bite. Renjun simply ignored the other frat members when asked about you, even if that got him sulky tantrums from Jeno and Jungwoo for days. Chenle and Renjun felt protective over you but more importantly, they were completely uninterested in playing matchmakers that could lead to messy situations.
You were considered a pretty unicorn to the frat guys, with two shining knights glued to your sides who judged everyone. But Chenle and Renjun didn’t know one important, big secret, that Hanni did. You had the biggest crush in the world on Mark Lee and Lee Donghyuck. An embarrassingly love-struck puppy type of crush.
Like a stare-at-them-fantasizing-about-them-doing-so-many-nasty-things-to-you type of crush.
Not your proudest moment, but one time you spend a whole class daydreaming about Mark’s hands.
You were actually pretty timid, so you knew for a fact that if Chenle ever found out about that, his crazy ass would climb to the university’s biggest building for shit and giggles and scream to the wind your secret just to see you blushing and malfunctioning in the middle of campus. Of course Chenle loved you and your friendship, but he also loved chaos. Him finding out about your crush on Mark, one of his best friends and roommate, was a big no no.
‘’Alright, you got a point,’’ you accepted as you drank your coffee, shrugging. ‘’But what do you expect me to do? Coming to them and just— what do I do?’’
‘’You just talk to them, they’re chill, and—’’ Hanni interrupted herself, thoughtful and grimacing a little while remembering your last encounter with them and rethinking her next words. She tilted his head, contemplating you. ‘’Okay, you just have to breath in and out and try not to stutter or just leave in a middle of a conversation like you did last time.’’
‘’I couldn’t help it! They make me so nervous,’’ you bit your lip in an anxious gesture, already knocking this conversation was going nowhere, since you acted like a weird loser when one of your crushes comed your way. It was ridiculously really, you were an adult! A grown woman! An independent grown woman who blushed like a Victorian bachelor in their presence. ‘’This is ridiculous, I’m not even a virgin or something—’’
‘’Maybe you should practice on someone else, just to get around things,’’ Hanni proposed but you shook your head immediately. ‘’But it’s a good plan, think about it! Any guy in the frat would be interested! Just until you build confidence.’’
‘’But I don’t wanna practice, I’m just interested in them. I don’t have a problem speaking to anyone but them. It’s like my brain gets shut down or something,’’ you deflated against the table, playing with your fork on the cupcake while you pouted, feeling defeated. ‘’It's silly anyway. You said it yourself, I’m a book mouse and they’re the most popular guys. I bet they think I’m weird or something.’’
‘’First, why are you talking like a nineties movie? Second, what the fuck? You’re the hottest book mouse around here,’’ Hanni gasped, offended and then looking at you in disbelief. ‘’You look like a Penthouse model… possessed by the spirit of a haunting librarian, but that’s not the point.’’
‘’Well that last part definitely made me feel sexy,’’ you deadpanned, voice dripping sarcasm. ‘’Penthouse model? Really? Weren’t you in Gender studies last semester?’’
‘’Babe, please tell me you don't have your nose so buried in your books you don’t notice the guys coming to the library just to look at you,’’ Hanni said, imploring with her eyes.
‘’What guys?’’ You asked as you frowned and ignored the way Hanni groaned, trying to remember someone watching you in the library but not recalling something like that or out of the ordinary. You usually study alone or with your friends, and no one ever has come down to your table to speak to you... well, maybe the librarian when it was closing time. ‘’It’s a public place, you know that? People go there to study, that includes frat guys, Hanni. They’re students even if they don’t look like it.’’
‘’Lord give me strength. You really think Yuta would go to the library? Or Jeno?’’ She asked, opening her eyes like it was an obvious thing and waited for your answer. When receive none, she stabbed her cupcake with the fork. ‘’I swear you’re so dense, baby girl,‘’ your friend sighed, sending a player in silence as she finished her coffee and gathered her thoughts like she was about to speak to a five year old. Her hands grabbed your softly and you looked at her in confusion. ‘’I’m gonna hold your hand when I say this as your dear friend. You’re really pretty and hot and everybody wants to fuck you. Start using your body on those fans you have.’’
‘’Alright,’’ you responded, squinting your eyes, done with the conversation as you laughed at her. ‘’Thank you, Hanni, but that’s enough,’’ you kissed your intertwined hands making her yelp when she noticed the stains of orange from the frosting you left in her skin. ‘’It’s not that I don’t wanna have sex, I do, but I just feel like… running to the hills when I see Mark or Donghyuck. And then turn around and run to them, but my legs don’t respond. It’s like I’m sinking into the ground.’’
‘’Listen, Shakespeare. Word on campus is they’re not sleeping around any more, you know?’’ She said, caughting you out of guard. You didn’t know much about gossip or rumors yourself, Hanni being that source of information, sometimes followed by Chenle. You swore those two would multiply their yapper tendencies when a juicy rumor would come their way. She smiled like the Chesire cat when she noticed your reaction, knowing she stroked a nerve. ‘’That’s right. You don’t think it’s interesting? Your two crushes apparently are leaving behind their fuckboys status. It’s a signal of the universe, if you ask me.’’
‘’I should listen to the universe and you, then?’’ You said, getting up and putting on your coat. ‘’So here’s the plan: I show up in a slutty outfit tonight and then I magically organize a threesome with Mark and Donghyuck while everyone watches the movies downstairs.’’
‘’Oh my God, fuck yes! Really?!’’ She squealed and clapped in excitement, eyes shining and mouth open with another squeak ready to leave out.
‘’Are you insane? Of course not,’’ you laughed watching your friend about to throw a tantrum or stabbing you with a fork, you don’t know which option she’ll choose. ‘’I could explode like a supernova of nerves doing something like that. Now let’s go, it’s getting late.’’
Your friend didn’t say anything as she put on her coat too while pouting, porting a thoughtful face. As both started walking out of the cafe, in classical Hanni nature, she didn't keep her mouth shut much longer. She elbowed you playfully, her fox-like eyes glowing in what could described as an profound enjoyment of messing with your shyness.
‘’So, a threesome? I knew you were into some freaky shit,’’ she mumbled with a pleased smile, ‘’it’s always the quiet ones.’’
You snorted and rolled your eyes not saying anything, grabbing her arm with yours to keep her going, ignoring her protests and more rumours about your crushes, like the one she heard about Donghyuck rejecting Yoo Jimin, one of the prettiest girls on campus at a party last week.
Well. You actually paid attention to that.
As the two were leaving, chatting and laughing, none of you noticed the black figure staring at you from across the street.
On the other side of campus, two pairs of Ghostfaces were laying down in their beds, going through their phones absently while listening to music. Downstairs other frat members were getting the big living room ready for tonight’s movie night, as the work had been distributed between everybody and Chenle and Mark already finished theirs, installing the projector and sound system. Another Ghosface entered the room, this one in the form of Johnny, with his mask up to his forehead.
‘’Chenle, you remember that you were voted designated driver for Doyoung, right? His flight is tonight,’’ the taller man said, leaning against the door. Chenle raised a thumbs up in understanding without stopping scrolling through his phone with his other hand, barely listening. ‘’Alright, thank you for your service. By the way, your pretty friend is coming tonight?’’
Chenle tore his gaze away from the phone, completely lost in the conversation, thinking about what pretty friend he had. ‘’Huh?’’ He asked, shrugging when he heard Johnny say your name. ‘’Ah, yes. She’s coming with me though.’’
‘’What? She’s coming tonight?’’ Mark asked, sitting down on his bed and looking at his friend feeling betrayed. ‘’Dude, I asked you yesterday and you said you didn’t know.’’
‘’Because that was yesterday and I didn’t know,’’ Chenle explained himself in a calm voice, brows raised in a mock expression. He shaked his phone towards Mark. ‘’I just find out, she text me just now.’’
‘’Do you have to be such a cockblock and take her? When she’s finally coming after weeks?’’ Johnny asked, like scolding a little kid who wouldn't share his toys. ‘’Man, just take Kun, Renjun or whatever with you if you don’t wanna drive alone.’’
‘’I heard the word cockblock,’’ another Ghostface said as he passed by the aisle. He lifted his mask, revealing a redhead Yuta with a devilish grin on his face. He leaned against Johnny, giving the roommates an up and down glance. ‘’Of course it's coming from Chenle’s room.’’
‘’Are you guys tag teaming Chenle?’’ Jaemin asked, his form coming between Johnny’s and Yuta’s, looking interested and curious, face in the middle of his hyungs. Just like them, wearing the same Ghostface costume. ‘’You guys don’t do that without me,’’ he said, smiling like a naughty creature, showing all his white teeth.
‘’Kun-ge is on bar duty tonight, so why don't you come with me, then?’’ Chenle asked Johnny, crossing his arms knowing damn well he had the winning hand in this whole petty argument. He liked to be difficult sometimes. ‘’Why is everyone in my room?’’
‘’What's going in here?’’ Jeno questioned, appearing with his mask lifted like everybody else and joined the little group by the door. Mark sighed from his bed, watching how the hockey team captain was watching everybody trying to get a clue, a little confused. It just took Yuta saying your name to make Jeno’s face illuminate with realization and interest. ‘’She’s coming tonight?’’
‘’Chenle wants to take her in his car tonight,’’ Yuta further explained, arching a brow towards him. ‘’Little shit wanted all for himself and didn’t tell us.’’
‘’What? You like her?’’ Jaemin asked, surprised. Intrigue filled his face. ‘’I thought you were asexual or something? You never made a move on her.’’
‘’First of all, I’m not. And even if I was I’m not discussing that with a fucking comiteé in my room,’’ Chenle groaned, sitting in his bed and and making an exasperated sound. ‘’Jesus, I don't like her! She’s my friend and I don’t wanna drive alone, it’s boring.’’
‘’You’re driving with Doyoung-hyung,’’ Mark reminded him, browns frowning in confusion.
‘’Exactly,’’ Chenle rolled his eyes. ‘’That’s my point.’’
‘’Well I’m gonna stay here and sit next to your pretty friend,’’ Johnny finally responded, crossing his arms too. ‘’I already kicked Jaehyun out, the room is mine for tonight.’’
‘’Gross, hyung!’’ Chenle said, making a face. To him you were like a little sister, and imagining you doing adult activities like flirting or worse made him kinda uncomfortable. It didn't help that the most notorious fuckboys were interested in you, having a little reunion on his door. ‘’Ew, get out! All of you!’’
‘’Yeah, yeah, just take someone and go, you have an hour,’’ Johnny pointed threateningly at Chenle, backing away and putting on the Ghostface mask again. Yuta, Jaemin and Jeno followed him, all of them porting similar smirks knowing damn well you would be fair game tonight and your dear friend couldn't do something to stop it.
‘’What’s up?’’ A new, muffled voice asked as a new incomer Ghostface took off his mask while entering the room. Mark said your name, catching all the attention of Donghyuck, who stopped in his tracks. ‘’What?’’
‘’She’s coming tonight and Chenle wants to take her with him to drop Doyoung-hyung to the airport,’’ Mark tiredly explained, looking at Donghyuck and noticing how the wheels in his head started to run immediately. He knew the way his friend filtered information and made plans quickly. Not a beat passed that Donghyuck sat on Mark’s gaming chair, putting on a veil of disinterest not only on his face, but in his voice.
‘’Take Renjun with you or something,’’ Hyuck proposed like it was an obvious option, hands searching in his pocket for his lighter.
‘’Renjun is studying in Ningning’s room tonight,’’ Mark said, remembering his friend saying something about it early in the day.
‘’I don’t want her to stay alone here and Hanni is leaving with Sion for sure,’’ Chenle sighed, attention coming back to his phone and ignoring everyone.
‘’Who are you? His virgin protector or what? Just leave, she’s a big girl,’’ Donghyuck mockingly said with a scoff, making Mark chuckle low. The two friends shared a quick look with each other, communicating in silence and going unnoticed by Chenle. ‘’Listen, if you’re so worried, take Johnny with you, since he’s the biggest threat. I heard him coming downstairs, he has some filthy mouth,’’ he lied, putting on his Ghostface mask again and leaning back comfortably. ‘’Man, I wouldn't trust my precious sheep with that wolf.’’
Nobody pointed out that Johnny was probably the tamest of them all, but all Donghyuck needed was a slight doubt and someone to push under the bus. He knew Chenle wasn't dumb or easy to persuade, so he kept his tone indifferent, focusing on the blunt he took out of his pocket, leaving the final push in Mark’s hands.
‘’It’s kinda true, dude,’’ Mark conceded, massaging his neck thoughtfully and making a face. ‘’He said he wanted to take her to his room after all, like… you know everyone has other plans besides watching the movies,’’ he commented, knowing that just a small group actually watches the complete marathon. He shrugged. ‘’Haechan has a point, I think.’’
Donghyuck said nothing, smug under the mask and letting a thick cloud of smoke out of it. It was a team effort and it was easy to follow Mark, who led not only the basketball team but their friend group too. He was reliable, what you’d call a good guy.
Mark was well known on campus. Either by his looks or his talent on the basketball court, but also because actually a good student known for his easy smile, his contagious laugh and his approachable aura. That didn’t mean he didn't have his intense side, being one of the fastest and most focused players, the type to play to win. It was also well known for his reputation of leaving girls limping and satisfied after an encounter with him.
Chenle sighed again and left his phone looking at Mark, actually listening to him. ‘’I just— she’s kinda shy, you know? I don’t wanna leave here alone, feeling anxious and shit.’’
‘’Dude, I understand but it’s like a forty minute drive to the airport— nothing’s gonna happen to her. What if I stay here with her?’’ Mark asked, laughing a little at Chenle’s silence that followed.
Chenle looked at Mark and considered his words for a second, thinking that maybe he was overreacting a little. His roommate was one of the best, chill guys he knew and one of his closest friends. Maybe this was a good idea after all, he considered it with a hum.
‘’She can chill here, and we’ll wait for you, she won’t be alone,’’ Mark confirmed, keeping his soft voice, trying to look assuring and sincere. And fuck, of course it worked. ‘’You don’t trust me?’’
I took some moments of more thinking, but Chenle finally agreed, nodding with his head. ‘’Yeah… yeah, you’re right. You’ll take care of her, right Mark?’’ Chenle asked and the Canadian boy smiled, nodding too.
‘’Of course I’ll do,’’ Mark responded, going back to his phone. ‘’Stop worrying so much, dude. She’s in good hands.’’
Donghyuck snorted under his mask.
After getting ready with Hanni, the two of you went to the frat by walking, not being that far away. It was spooky season but it felt too early to wear a costume, so Hanni had brought matching headbands with bedazzled little pumpkins on it that looked really cute.
As you two were walking, you kept feeling as if someone was watching you, but every time you turned around anxiously you didn't see anyone, just students coming and going, everyone in their own world. It was friday, so everyone on campus was leaving or getting ready for a party happening tonight or the movie marathon at NCT’s house.
When you turned in a corner, you saw from the side of your eye a black figure, catching your attention immediately. Standing on a building's entrance a few meters away a Ghostface was staring at you, not moving, just… looking directly as you walked with your friend. He slowly raised his hand, showing you the knife he was holding with his fingers and moving it from side to side waving at you teasingly, saying hello. It was just someone from NCT, you tried to convince yourself as you looked ahead and chose to ignore him and the creeps it gave you, trying to catch what Hanni was saying. After a few steps you watched behind your shoulder again, but that Ghostface wasn't there anymore.
Jisung and Sion had hung the Super Spooky Spectacular Scary Movies Special sign at the entrance of the NCT house under Taeyong's and Kun’s attentive (and worried) gaze that very afternoon while the other members worked inside the house. They had a huge screen to project the movies that were chosen by voting last month, and they also had set up a small bar in the kitchen for the pledges to serve the guests.
Obviously supervised by Kun, who wasn't really convinced about leaving the bar in the hands of Yangyang (the resident Tasmanian devil) guiding the sweet and easily stressed Jisung.
The place was illuminated by red and violet lights to give it a more eerie look, in addition to the Halloween decorations they had put up at the beginning of the month. Music was blasting too, until it was time for the movies to start.
You heard someone calling your name as you were arriving at the frat house, coming from someone wearing a pale, well known mask waving at you. You smiled when he lifted it to reveal Taeyong, the frat president, greeting you with a warm smile. His large, doe-like eyes didn’t match with the pretty realistic Michael Myers costume he was wearing.
"Why aren't you dressed as Ghostface?" You inquired with curiosity when you were in front of him, impressed by the outfit he was wearing. Even if the material was dark you could see some splashes of red, fake blood. It really made his blonde, recently bleached hair stand out.
"I lost it yesterday," he sighed, running his hand through his hair a bit embarrassed, "and I have no idea where it is and I had this one from last year's. I thought maybe Doyoung packed it accidentally in his suitcase, but he already left, so…’’
"His suitcase?" Hanni asked, giving him a confused look, but she didn't stay to hear the answer because Hendery appeared by the door with a crazy look in his eyes, grabbed her arm as soon as he saw her and dragged her away excitedly into the house.
"I have an impartial jury!" He announced to a group of Ghostfaces behind him. "Hanni, listen, you have to vote for me as the sexiest Ghostface—"
You and Taeyong decided to ignore that, falling into the conversation again.
"Doyoung is going home this week, he hates Halloween and the stress of exams isn't helping either. I think he might kill Xiaojun if he sees him running around with the Ghostface mask on the hallway or Yangyang making a pumpkin sacrifice,’’ the president looked back, noticing a group of people coming with the echo of their voices, and lowered the mask to cover his face again, laughing at your puzzled expression. He started back walking towards them, waving at you with his fake knife. "It's a long story, never mind. Enjoy the movies!’’
With your friend taken away by Hendery and Taeyong receiving more guests, you sighed upon realizing you were alone, so you took out your phone as you entered the house and checked the group chat. Trying to ignore the multiple Ghostfaces around you, you took refuge in one dark corner as you typed fast.
you: where are you guys??
king lele: doing something brb
junie: study night with ning
king lele: study hard and use protection
junie: ???
you: thanks for letting me know??? just now???
king lele: mark will stay with u dnt worry!! go to my room he has the key
Mark?! You read that text over and over. So not only did it send you a little bit on edge to be surrounded by people dressed as Ghostface, especially knowing about the creepy encounter you had on your way there, but now you were about to be alone with Mark.
No fucking way.
You lifted your worried gaze from the phone with a loud sigh just in time to see a Ghostface slowly coming your way, knife in hand, removing the mask to reveal what it could be a determined Yuta, eyes shining maliciously. So, his normal look. You averted your eyes from his only to find another tall, dark figure making his way towards you from the other side. It was Jeno with his mask pulled up to his forehead, giving you that attractive, cute smile of his.
You remembered the time at a party a few months ago when Jeno talked to you about his hockey statistics and Yuta cornered you to talk about bondage, so you turned around fast and fled to avoid being caught in those strange conversations again. You were really not in the mood to entertain frat boys, determined to hide in Chenle's room until he showed up, even if the door was closed.
But you weren't so lucky to avoid other situations, because as you walked through the entrance that led to the kitchen, you bumped into another Ghostface, making you jump. Luckily you didn't scream this time, silently appreciating your composure when he removed his mask to reveal Mark underneath, who smiled down at you. He looked so good, light-brown hair falling on his face, giving him a soft aspect and wishing you could play with the long strands. Still, you just stared at him like a deer caught in highlights, hoping that the other two Ghostfaces didn’t follow you.
‘’Just the girl I was looking for,’’ he said, eyeing you and noticing your headband and then chuckling, as the two tiny pumpkins shaked above your head. He gave one a tiny push, making it shake more. ‘’Cute.’’
‘’T-thanks’’, you said, moving a step back and giving him a small smile. Don’t run or make weird talk, you told yourself exhaling, don’t be weird. Act like a normal person. ‘’Um, you were looking for me?’’
‘’Yeah, Chenle’s not here and I am supposed to take you to our room,’’ he said, looking straight into your eyes, with such a gentle expression it melted your heart. Ugh, he’s so cute and nice. ‘’Don’t worry, it will be just us. I mean— is that okay with you?’’
‘’Yeah, yeah, sure,’’ you said, trying to sound cool while discreetly touching your cheek as you adjusted a strand of your hair, trying to feel if you were blushing. So far, so good. ‘’It’s okay, lead the way!’’
You were about to kick you internally, feeling a little cringy, but then someone else joined you and Mark. You recognized him as one of the Big’s of NCT, Jaehyun. Of course, he was wearing a Ghostface costume too.
‘’Mark! You got a minute?’’ He asked, passing an arm to his shoulders, and then looking at you. He tilted his head as he squinted his eyes as if trying to remember where he knew you from, pointing at you as he struggled to recall your name. ‘’Hey, you’re that girl. The library girl.’’
‘’Oh?’’ You asked, raising your eyebrows, a bit confused. Even though you knew who Jaehyun was, you had never really spoken to him until then, not even shared a class or something. ‘’Who?’’
‘’Yeah, the girl that—,’’ he interrupted himself, feeling the heavy gaze of Mark’s on him, and realizing it was the best to shut the fuck up. He gave you one of his best smiles, full of dimples, and then turned his face towards Mark, giving him a pat on the chest. ‘’Can you come for a minute, man? There’s a problem with the sound connection and I think you’re the only one sober here.’’
‘’Yeah, sure,’’ he looked at you with a doubtful face and surprised you when suddenly he grabbed you by the shoulders, pushing you smoothly but firmly towards the wall so you weren’t that visible from other entries to the kitchen. ‘’Wait for me here, I’ll be quick. Okay?’’
‘’Okay,’’ you just responded, trying not to scream my crush just touched me! and nodded with your head, giving him a reassuring, small smile. It wasn't’ like you were about to run anywhere else.
The moment Mark and Jaehyun disappeared in the hallway, you shoot from where you were standing straight to the bar. You knew it was impossible for them not to have a good damn bar anytime they do something, so you thanked them in silence and their alcoholic ways. You expected to see Kun or maybe even Johnny there, but instead you encountered Yangyang in the wild, making eye contact with the pink haired boy and hurriedly coming over. If you were about to be alone with Mark Lee for God’s know how many minutes, you needed some liquid courage.
‘’Give me anything as a shot right now, quick!’’ You whispered-shouted, looking behind your shoulder to make sure Mark wasn’t coming back yet.
‘’Okay, okay!’’ He said matching your desperation without asking questions, his hands rapidly grabbed the tequila and served two shots. He looked at you with his mouth open watching how the two shots disappeared almost instantly as you drank both. ‘’Uhm, thats was mi—’’
‘’Oh my God! Give me something sweet, not gasoline, please,’’ you made a face, feeling the burning taste of the tequila coming down your throat and coughing a little.
This time Yangyang served two shots of something pink, and he hurried to grab his before you could drink that as well for the second time.
‘’Jesus, what’s up to you? You never drank like this,’’ he said, looking at you suspiciously while you took another shot. He also noticed you were alone, nor Chenle or Renjun next to you. Weird. Even if Yangyang was a menace, he was a good guy, so he lowered his voice and searched for your eyes. ‘’Are you okay?’’
‘’Why? I don’t look okay?’’ You asked nervously, serving yourself another shot before Yangyang took the bottle away, making him more suspicious of you as he observed how you drank the fifth shot. You decided to change the topic, distracting him. ‘’What are you doing here alone? Where’s Kun?’’
‘’He left me in charge, he went to smoke or something,’’ Yangyang said, uninterested as he was guarding the bottle as if you were about to steal it or drinked completely. And maybe he was right. ‘’Jisung went to buy some alcohol, we ran out of beer already.’’
‘’You? In charge?’’ You let out a small laugh, a little surprised, gaining yourself an unamused look from Yangyang. You wondered what the other frat guys were up to that night that the top choice was the pretty, chaotic boy in front of you. You looked behind your shoulder and saw Mark close to the kitchen door, speaking with Kun, who was coming back to the bar too. You grabbed the bottle Yangyang was holding and gave him a serious look. ‘’Give me another shot and we never had this conversation, okay?’’
‘’Yes ma’am,’’ he responded quickly, serving two more shots after following your gaze to the door. He smirked a little with a knowing look but said nothing, drinking the shot with you and just giving a smile to the other two neos as they were about to approach the bar. ‘’Don’t worry,’’ he assured you in a whisper, ‘’I don’t know nor I heard something. Actually, who are you?’’
‘’Are you drinking?’’ Kun asked the first thing to Yangyang with a sigh, making him move out of the way and taking the bottle he was holding. ‘’I swear, leaving you in charge it’s like leaving a sugar addict in a candy store.’’
‘’Hey! I was taking really well care of the bar!’’ Yangyang defended himself with an offended scoff, but you stopped listening to their banter when you felt Mark grabbing your hand in a soft movement, seeking your attention.
‘’You ready?’’ He asked, coming so close that you could feel the warmth coming off his body. God, he smelled so good. The shots might have worked, because you were able to nod your head and smile at him, feeling much relaxed while you were screaming internally trying not to freak out because he was holding your hand. ‘’Let’s go then.’’
Mark guided you towards an internal aisle that lead to the stairs, and even if you knew the way since he was roommates with Chenle, you didn't let go of his hand, leaving behind Kun and Yangyang arguing as the other people in the NCT house were already waiting for the movie to start.
But as you were climbing the last steps towards the first floor, you heard the opening scene. The Exorcist? You saw behind you trying to steal a quick glance, but instead you encountered a Ghostface standing on the bottom of the stairs. It was looking up at your moving body, head tilted in a curious manner. You were about to tear your eyes away, but then he slowly lifted a gloved hand and moved two fingers to the black mouth of the mask, making a V form and wiggling them. You gasped lowly, taken aback by the dirty gesture, the reaction going unnoticed by Mark.
Mark took you to two sections of stairs, you watching his back the whole time while the sound of the movie was being more and more muffled as you two got away. He let you go in first after opening the door, and as you entered you noticed the music playing low and a mood lamp, giving a cozy, chill vibe you liked. This was more of your style. You let out a heavy sigh, grateful to be there.
You went straight to Chenle’s bed to sit like you usually did and watched as Mark went to the small mini fridge, taking two bottles of water and offering you one.
‘’You’re not drinking tonight?’’ You asked him curiously, playing with the cold bottle as you didn’t want to to ease the shots you took before. The few times you were at the frat you’d never seen Mark completely out-of-it drunk, but definitely not not drinking either.
‘’Nah, I’m taking it slow tonight,’’ Mark answered and smiled down at you. He took a seat next to you, so close his tight brushed yours, sparkling goosebumps to your legs, which you crossed it trying to play it cool. You needed to do something, so you actually took a sip of water and missed the way Mark was staring at your legs, eyeing your black stockings.
‘’You can leave, you know? You don’t have to wait with me, you’re missing the movie,’’ you blurted softly, feeling a little bad for him. Being a babysitter while the whole frat was having fun downstairs.
‘’I don’t want to, I… I really want to keep you company,’’ he said with a small smirk, eyes gentle. ‘’I mean— if you want to.’’
‘’You do?’’ You questioned a little surprised, moving your body so you could face him better, the cold feeling of the water bottle in your hands being a good anchor. You weren’t able to stop your eyes from looking at this mouth, but quickly moved it to his eyes. Focus. Don’t stare at his cute smile.
‘’Yeah,’’ he laughed a little sheepishly, ‘’I actually wanted to talk with you a few times but you kinda… run away?’’ He tried to say it without grimacing, stare static on you to measure your reaction. You laughed a little, embarrassed, but ended up nodding your head. Why would you deny it? You shrugged and murmured a small sorry, feeling a little shy. ‘’It’s okay, I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, you know? That’s all.’’
‘’You don’t!’’ You quickly assured him. Apparently the alcohol was not only making you more relaxed, but it opened your big mouth as well. ‘’You don’t make me uncomfortable. I just… get a little bit nervous around you and— and I don’t know what to say so I just leave and—’’ you interrupted yourself, feeling a hand on your knee, comforting you.
You looked down, seeing Mark’s pretty, big veiny hand caressing your knee and making circles with his thumb— making you malfunction as you study his long fingers. You felt warm filling your body and breathed deeply. He’s just being nice, calm down.
‘’Relax, baby, it’s okay,’’ Mark said, giving you another gentle smile. He signed while shaking his head, looking relieved and a little bit amused. ‘’I get it. I really thought you were avoiding me because I was annoying or something… or maybe because you like someone?’’
‘’I like someone?’’ You dumbly repeated, feeling your face warm and trying not to sound panicked. You licked your lips deep in thought, you couldn't say that you crushed on his best friend too, right? Don’t say he’s your crush! Don’t speak about your other crush in front of this crush either!
‘’I haven’t seen you dating, even though I know there’s a couple of guys interested in you,’’ he mumbled, keeping his curious gaze on you as his hand very slowly went just a little up, moving towards your thigh. It felt really innocent, like he was still trying to comfort you, a pretty but scaredy cat. Relaxing you, winning your trust. ‘’Why’s that?’’
‘’Um… I don’t know,’’ you lied, not doing anything to stop his hand. Why was the room getting so hot? It was such a bad idea to wear a sweater that night. Your legs twitched a little under his touch, making Mark grin even more.
It felt like falling under a spell, you had him so close and he smelled really good, and was so kind, and you couldn't help but study his handsome face. It was just the two of you, and that made you feel a bit more confident and calm. It wasn't as stressful as other occasions, full of other people watching and judging.
‘’Little liar,’’ he laughed huskily, coming even closer to you. He fixed his gaze on your face, squeezing your thigh a little, hand completely under your skirt now. ‘’I thought we passed the part when you ran away, baby. I wanna know what’s in that head of yours,’’ he whispered.
Your heart jumped everywhere inside you going crazy, racing and nervous. Sometimes you imagined the power Mark could have on you, he made you blush with just crossing glances on the hallway. But having him so close to you, touching you and teasing you— it was too much. But it felt so right, and your body was reacting to him so fast. Thighs rubbing against each other slowly, wet covering between your legs and making your pussy throb. Fuck it, you wanted him so bad. You tried to take your eyes off him, but Mark pinched your tight teasingly, making you gasp in surprise.
‘’You won’t tell me, it’s that so?’’ He smirked, leaning his body towards you and putting his other hand on your chin, pinching it softly as he raised it so his lips could find yours. ‘’I’ll show you what’s in mine, then.’’
Nothing could prepare you to feel his lips on yours. Mark kissed you softly first and the shock lasted for a few seconds until you kissed him back, making him smile a little against your mouth before going at it again. His soft, almost tender kisses did an excellent job of relaxing you, loosening your body against his and even daring to rest one of your hands on his chest, clutching his shirt. The kisses didn’t feel awkward or clumsy, mouths moving against each other easily and that kinda surprised you for good, feeling a wave of desire building up on you. It felt so easy, wanted.
You felt more loose thanks to the way he was kissing you, giving you small touches with his tongue and taking the time to get to know your lips, but damn it, you wanted more. Your tongue brushed against his in a languid and sensual manner, wanting to make its way between his lips that he parted for you, letting out a low growl and sliding his hand to your neck, devouring your mouth with an eagerness that you felt as well.
The kiss that started slowly got completely out of control, your shyness flying slowly but surely out the window and doing what you had really wanted for a long time; kissing Mark Lee with total freedom. The wet sound of your lips joining and your tongues playing filled the room, Mark's hand moving up and down your thigh in such a possessive way that it almost had you purring for him.
You didn't stop him when he gently pushed you against the bed without separating his lips from yours, in the back of your mind you tried not to think that it was your friend's bed, but hell would freeze over before you stopped kissing Mark. His body covered yours and settled between your legs that you parted to make space for him, wrapping them around his thighs to pull him even closer to you. You felt his hard cock everytime he rubbed himself against you, sending a rush of desire to your body, moaning lowly in his mouth as you were getting more and more wet until it soaked your panties.
The heavy breaths of the two of you was all you could hear, completely immersed in Mark and his touch, his pretty whimpers engraving in your mind while he started dry humping you. Bodies moving in unison, slowly building a sensual and needy rhythm, softs gasps leaving your mouth every time he brushes his length against your pussy.
Unfortunately, both of you needed a bit of air, so when Mark pulled his mouth away after a hot making out session, you didn't stop him, taking a breath as well and feeling your body burning all over, including your lungs, both of you panting. He took his hot, wet kisses to your neck, kissing and giving small bites that did nothing to calm your racing heart but making you moan more.
He moved one of his hands underneath your sweater, palm slowly finding your breast and squeezing it possessively when realized that you weren’t wearing anything under your clothes, soft skin against his long fingers that started playing with your hardening nipple. ‘’Fuck, baby. No bra? What other surprises you have, hm?’’
You were feeling so happy and excited, an empowering sensation filling your veins. It was more than just adrenaline and arousal, and you tested it rubbing your pussy against his hardening length again, winning some horny, lowly whimpers from Mark that made you even wetter for him. You let out a breathless laugh that was cutted by a harsh bite Mark left on your neck.
‘’Baby, did you drink before?’’ He breathed heavily into your face, staring down at you. His hands caressing your thighs under your skirt, moving his touch up to your sides and squeezing his fingers there. He was exploring your body, touching and grabbing, making you more agitated and so fucking needy.
You ignored him and kissed him again, not stopping the rubbing against his hard cock in his pants. But he actually moved away, arching a brow and waiting for a response. Fuck, he was so handome like that, you thought with a soft whimper. ‘’I asked you something, baby.’’
‘’No,’’ you lied, grimacing afterwards with regret. No more running. ‘’I mean, actually yes, why?’’
‘’You taste like strawberry liquor,’’ he simply responded, smiling against your lips, brushing his with yours. You felt your cheeks warming up a little and licked your lips, feeling nothing but his taste. Mark’s eyes followed every movement and groaned when he felt you rubbing against him, slowly and sensual. ‘’Taste so good.’’
‘’Thanks,’’ you murmured without thinking, kissing him again without any shame and making Mark give in to the kiss, this time more soft yet deep, sensual. He cupped your cheek, thumb brushing against your swollen mouth from the hard kisses, giving you a small bite to your lip.
‘’Fuck. You’re so pretty,’’ Mark said, voice sounding a little hoarse, his strong hands taking your legs, untangling them from his body. He pushed them up to your sides, making you let out a sound of surprise for the sudden movement, your skirt completely lifting and leaving you exposed to him. His eyes held a mixture of desire and tease, gaze dark with hunger. ‘’I wonder if you taste like that in other parts too. You'll let me find out, right?’’
"W-what?" You stuttered, feeling a new wave of wetness covering your cunt when Mark looked at you with those big, pretty brown eyes usually full of calm and gentleness, but now seeming more intense and focused on you. "T-taste me?"
''You'll let me taste this pretty, shy pussy no one gets to touch?'' He muttered huskily, his gaze traveling to between your thighs, where a patch of wetness covered your panties and stockings too, making him moan just by that vision. He caressed your pussy and directed his thumb to your clothed clit, massaging it in slow circles and making you moan with need at the sensation. He gave you a little slap there, making you almost close your legs but he stopped you by pushing you more open with his hands. ''Say it, baby.''
‘’Mark, please!’’ You begged him, wanting his touch more than anything. You didn’t give a fuck about anything now, feeling a rush of heat hit your lower belly and driving you insane. You heard a sudden noise and stared at Mark with a new sense of thrill filling you when noticed he just ripped your poor stockings, leaving the fragile material broken against your skin.
‘’You gotta do better than that,’’ he mocked you, moving back a little and taking you to the edge of the bed and gettin on the floor sitting on his knees. His cheek rubbed your inner thigh, inhaling and leaving wet kisses there, even some bites that made you whimper with need. ‘’I’ve been waiting for this long enough, don't you wanna be good for me? Fucking say it, baby.’’
‘’Yes,’’ you said, breathless, feeling your head in the clouds with everything that was happening. You blushed a little more, trying to close your legs when Mark bit your sensitive skin harder, sucking it and brushing his tongue over, face dangerously close to your core. ‘’M-mark, taste me,’’ you begged him with a whisper, red cheeks, pushing your hips into his face, an invitation.
‘’That’s my good girl,’’ Mark purred. He didn’t wait any longer, fingers slowly moving aside your panties, eyes fixed on your dripping pussy like he was memorizing it. Using the tip of his nose to bump your clit almost playfully, lips kissing your clothed cunt slowly, driving you crazy with his soft movements.
Mark couldn't believe he had you just to himself, all pretty and wet, opened for him to do whatever he wanted. ‘’Fuck. This is all for me, baby?’’ He didn’t waste more time and went down on you, his tongue giving you a long, slow lick that made you moan as he separated your glisterings folds with it.
He eated your pussy in the same way he kissed you before, slowly and savoring you, lips and tongue roaming in your folds slurping and licking your slick like a hungry man, taking his time in building a pace that had you whimpering and arching for him, filling you with pleasure every time his hot mouth would suck and lick you. He made out with your cunt, tongue swiping lazily and in circles against your clit, making a mess of his saliva and your juices combined, mouth open wide to catch any rests of it, the wet, dirty noise of it filling the room.
You saw stars and held into his hair, making him chuckle against your wet folds when you started rubbing against his face moaning his name, not a single trace of the shy girl you usually was.
‘’Mark, fuck. Feels so good,’’ you moaned, grabbing his hair like you always wished to, fingers tangling in his locks. He flicked his tongue on your clit and sucked hard, his long fingers playing on your entrance, teasing you. ‘’Oh my God, don’t stop—’’
‘’Taste so fucking good,’’ he groaned, dipping into your pussy with more desperation, like he could’t get enough of you. His tongue traveled from your entrance to your clit, leaving saliva strings and slurping them, tasting your over and over. Your breath hitched and you squirmed as you felt his tongue swirling around your clit, moaning as the pleasure was increasing intensely. ‘’Fuck, so wet and pretty for me. Can you take more, baby?’’
You nodded rapidly, desperate for more pleasure. He pushed deep inside one finger into you as he didn’t stop moving his tongue on your pussy, pressing and moving it in circles in your clit. He worked both at the same time, his finger fucking you more fast and his tongue carresing your palpitating clit.
You heard knocks on the door and completely ignored it just like Mark did, so deep in ecstasy you didn't care about anything but Mark and his touch, and the hot feeling of his mouth eating you in such an obscene, filthy way. Your eyes rode behind your head when he added two more fingers pushing them deeply, making you moan and feeling so close to cum, feeling so open—
‘’That’s it, take it,’’ he praised you, watching your face twist in pleasure. ‘’Sound so pretty— I can’t fucking wait to fuck this pussy,’’ he grunted, fucking you more fast with his digits. ‘’I’m gonna fill you up so good you’ll feel me for days.’’
His words leave you a little astonished and so fucking turned on— this was the same calm man you admired from afar? Talking so dirty, eating you up like a whole meal, you couldn't believe how things took a turn like that, but you love it.
‘’I’m gonna cum— Mark,’’ you whimpered, breathless, hips rising up but Mark’s firm and strong grip pushed you down to the bed. Your cunt clenched around his long fingers and you moaned, feeling your body explode with delight, thighs crushing Mark’s head as you came on his fingers with a gasp, roding your climax as his fingers didn’t stop moving even afterwards it ended.
You were breathless and sensitive to his touch that was caressing your velvety walls with slow, profound thrusts of his fingers until you could’t take more. The knocking on the door didn’t stop, making Mark groan by the incessant interruption. Your eyes shut opened when a wave of awareness hit and realized where you were, registering the sound a moment later in your foggy, pleasured clouded mind.
‘’Hello?! Mark? Is anyone here?’’ A voice you knew perfectly asked, followed by some more knocking.
‘’Fuck, that’s Chenle!’’ You hurriedly whispered, sitting and pushing Mark. You didn’t knew what to do, just sitting there listening to the knocks. He didn’t seem as alarmed as you, taking his sweet time in licking his fingers clean while looking at you with a playful smirk on his face, your slick adorning some parts of it.
You stared at him in a daze, feeling a new rush of heat hitting you, not stopping him when he launched at you to kiss you again. You both kissed deeply and languidly, tasting yourself in his mouth. Tongues moving and playing together in a heated kiss that had you needy again in no time, moaning into the kiss. Mark cradled your face, forehead touching yours as he smiled down at you.
‘’Just ignore him, baby,’’ he whispered against your lips, kissing them sweetly a few times, none of you couldn't let go of the other. He sighed and rolled his eyes when his phone rang loudly with one text after another, not going unnoticed by Chenle outside the room either. ‘’Keep kissing me, yeah? I’ll make you feel real good.’’
The knocking stopped.
‘’What are you guys doing?!’’ Chenle asked teasingly after a few seconds, making you sigh against Mark’s lips, defeated. You heard your friend gasp in somewhat horror, realization hitting him. ’’You better not be fucking in my bed!’’
Since the weekend you were locking yourself in your room, going to classes almost incognito. After the encounter you had with Mark you were… well, avoiding him. You felt so shy and nervous again, running away the times you saw him coming to you. You clearly enjoyed the whole thing and wanted more, but at the same time it felt so intense and good— you didn't know what to say or do, or how to approach the situation.
That wasn't Chenle’s case. He just looked at you with a knowing smile, until you blushed and he giggled fascinated with the situation. He had given your number to Mark, he announced proudly (and a little threateningly) one morning he went to deliver books to your room. He also threatened to bring Mark himself to your dorm if you kept hiding, two days being enough foolery.
Turns out Chenle was delighted with the idea of first, having something above your head (with the intention of annoying you and not blackmailing you (kinda)) and second, having his best friend date his another best friend (‘’you two make so much sense!’’ he had said like he couldn't believe he hadn’t realised that sooner).
Chenle felt like an idiot, not giving a second thought about the way you acted, how you blushed and stuttered in his friend’s presence. ‘’You like him!’’ he announced, pushing up his big, black sunglasses revealing two eyes shining like he discovered the truth of a conspiracy. He kinda did.
You knew it was dumb and sooner or later you would have to confront Mark at some point but for the time being you were hiding in your safe space, the library. Well, Chenle would call it hiding, but you preferred calling it ‘’time for yourself to think what the hell is going on’’ and clear your mind.
It was pretty late at night after dinner, but still some students were doing work, like you. You knew the opening hours like the back of your hand, so you had some time before the librarian kicked you out. You had quite a few books in front of you for an investigation for an assignment you were doing in advance, and didn’t know exactly when, but your eyes shut down for a moment.
Your soul almost jumped out of you when your phone rang in an upcoming call and interrupted your unprop nap, hurriedly searched for it by rummaging through sheets and books scattered across the table, not wanting to bother other people with the loud sound.
‘’Hello?’’ You said groggily, blinking a few times and leaning back in the chair. That it was enough for today, you thought as you were massaging your neck.
‘’Did I wake you up?’’ A voice cooed at you lovingly and a little bit mocking. ’’Sorry, but I don't want you to stiffen your neck, sweetheart.’’
Suddenly you felt more awaken after listening to that fucking voice. ‘’What? Who's this?’’ You moved away your phone to see the ID, but it was a private number again.
‘’I don’t think the library is the best place for a nap, the chairs are uncomfortable, don’t you agree?’’
An eerie feeling that you were getting accustomed to filled your body, making you sit straight and look around in the library. You felt not only annoyed, but a little cautious too. The caller must be here, you thought. You scanned the few students left studying and reading, some were getting ready to leave, but no one had a phone in their ears and nobody was looking at you either. Thankfully no one was wearing the stupid Ghostface costume, too. Who the fuck is calling, then?
‘’How did you know? Are you here?’’ You asked, standing up. You looked up from your table to the first floor. It was a pretty big library so maybe the caller was elsewhere, but you didn’t see anything or anyone up there. You tried not to catch attention, walking like nothing to the stairs, wanting a better look from another point of view. If you had him talking, maybe you could hear his real voice wherever he was.
‘’I always know where you are’’, the voice simply responded. ‘’Why do you wanna know that? You wanna see me?’’
You didn't answer as you climbed the stairs, getting to the first floor and finding it empty. You advanced a little more anyway, observing the deserted tables and the lamps turned off. It wasn't that scary up there being alone, knowing there were other people at the library even if it was late. It made you feel safe.
‘’I wanna know who you are,’’ you said, pausing when you heard a noise coming from one of the aisles the bookshelves formed. You heard movements below too and when you looked down, some more students were leaving. ‘’I’m seeing you everywhere, it’s not fair I don’t get to see your face.’’
‘’You think you don’t know me?’’ The caller said, his electronic voice annoying you with his teasing tone at the same time it raised the hair on your neck. ‘’Who you think I am?’’
‘’Do I?’’ You said with clenched teeth, advancing towards the aisle you heard the noise before. The voice laughed lowly, waiting for your response. ‘’Xiaojun? Johnny?’’
‘’Maybe we could play a game,’’ the voice purred his offer. ‘’Do you like Hide and Seek?’’
‘’Why would I play that? I’m not five nor interested,’’ you quietly said after huffling, walking by the aisle that was becoming more and more dark. You didn’t hear more noises, thinking you were actually alone up there, nothing but old books and dust.
‘’If you wanna know who I am, you have to figure where I am first,’’ the caller said, making you stop. ‘’And I could be anywhere, it’s a big place. So many good places to hide...how’s your sense of direction?’’
‘’Ten? Jeno? Jungwoo?’’ You tried once more, losing your patience. ‘’Stop this game, I’m being dead serious!’’
‘’But we’re already playing and it’s so much fun, don’t you think? I’m hiding and waiting for you. The question is, you’re gonna find me? Or are you looking at the wrong direction?’’
‘’Yeah, right, there’s no one else here…’’ You stopped speaking, feeling your heart beating fast in the middle of the dark. You quickly turned around another bookshelf, more illuminated and feeling a little more brave. ‘’I bet you aren’t even here, you’re just bullshiting this whole thing from your room, isn't it? Hendery? Yuta?’’
‘’You don’t really believe me? Sweetheart, I’m right here in this library,’’ the voice laughed a little, amused by your distrust and uncertainty. ‘’Can you find me? If you do… you’ll get a prize. But if you don’t, it will be your turn to hide. And I never lose.’’
‘’Bullshit, if you were here I’ll hear you talking and I only hear silence. So? I think you’re cheating,’’ you answered, turning another corner and finding no one. The place actually was silent, so you felt more confident in your theory.
You were alone and someone was keeping up the fucked up joke probably from the other side of campus. You scanned some aisles as you passed by, seeing nothing but darkness and books.
‘’I would never cheat on you, princess,’’ the voice said, sounding almost insulted. ‘’And I can be quiet as a mouse when I need to be. That’s the fun part, you never notice my eyes on you, getting all paranoid on me. It's cute,’’ he playfully said.
‘’And you like that? Seeing me scared and making me paranoid?’’ You scoffed incredulously, feeling a rush of anger. ‘’Well, fuck you. I’m not afraid.’’
‘’You should be. I’m right behind you,’’ the caller whispered flirtily on the phone.
You spinned around so fast, heart pounding crazily in your chest, but no one was there. You sighed feeling a little shaken, thinking that this game maybe was getting outta control… and it really, really didn’t feel like a fucking frat prank anymore. Like the previous call, you felt like entering a dead end game.
‘’Oh, sweetheart, don’t be scared! I was just teasing!’’ The voice said, cooing at you. ‘’You’re so cute. You seem a little disappointed, keep looking for me. Where am I? Maybe behind the encyclopedias? Or near the romance novels, watching you with all the love in my heart?’’
‘’You’re not here,’’ you said trying to convince yourself, hurriedly trying to leave the first floor and stopping when you thought you saw something fast passing by the bookshelves on the other side of the floor. ‘’You’re messing with my head and it’s not funny, stop that.’’
‘’If that’s so, why are you looking for me, then? You’re getting warmer, by the way… how long will it take you to find me, pretty girl? I’m getting anxious, you know,’’ the caller sighed as he was the bored one, making you lose his precious time. ‘’I’m closer than you think.’’
‘’You’re not here,’’ you repeated, done with the whole situation. You walked towards the stairs ready to come down, but before you did you jumped hearing the noise of a book falling behind you. You turned around and saw no one there once again. Your eyes pickled with some tears and you took a breath, slowly taking the stair railing to try to ground yourself not giving into panic and nerves. ‘’Stop trying to scare me!’’
‘’But I don’t wanna do that, sweetheart, I just wanna… give you a little thrill,’’ his mischievous tone resonated against your ear. ‘’I’ll give you another hint. I’m not on the horror novels or the history books shelves. C’mon, I thought you wanted to see me?’’
You ended the call and quickly came down the stairs, noticing the librarian stuff was still on her desk but no other students were there on the main floor, just you. You went to your table and pushed your stuff into your backpack, but then your phone rang again.
You let it ring two missed calls before answering. ‘’What do you want?!’’
‘’Good girl, I knew you'd pick up again,’’ the voice mumbled seductively, teasing you. ‘’I'm getting impatient, you know? I’m waiting for you to turn around but you don’t notice me.’’
Once again you turned around seeing nothing but empty space, hearing him laugh in your ear with that electronic, teasing voice. He was watching you?
‘’I’m done with this game,’’ you said, moving towards the entrance. ‘’Stop fucking calling me.’’
‘’Then why do you keep answering? Maybe you like… my voice? My games? My attention? You walked past me so many times but you don’t seem to notice how I look at you,’’ the caller said, making you doubt as you grabbed the door handle. ‘’Maybe you’ll start to look around more.’’
‘’So this is what it is? Are you a weird secret admirer or something?’’ You angrily asked, pushing the door and leaving the library, taking a deep breath of the cold breeze.
‘’And you haven’t guessed the best part yet,’’ the caller said, ‘’now did you? You see… I never play these games alone.’’
You didn't say anything as you walked watching everywhere around you, feeling really on edge, like he could come outta nowhere.
‘’Don’t worry, sweetheart. We’ll have so much fun together.’’
You hung up the call feeling your heart racing and breathed in relief when you got far enough from the building… just to turn around one more time to see, not able to stop yourself from doing so.
You gasped when you saw a Ghostface standing by the building entrance, staring directly at you. He sent you a flying kiss, entering the building you just left.
So you ran out of places to hide. With Chenle keeping an eye on you with his new found interest in playing Cupid and the thought of another encounter with the stalker in the library, you didn’t have much options. More like down to zero.
Halloween was close and Neo Chi Tau was keeping their group joke, so you had to still see Ghostfaces around you everyday. But what started as annoyance in the beginning transformed into distrust… and morphed into fury. You were angry, feeling really dumb. Why were you letting the whole thing go so far? Why do you let whoever it was get into your head? Giving them power? Whoever was calling, you won’t let it have control again.
Next time, you’ll confront who was underneath the costume once and for all.
You felt pushed out of one of your favorite places, avoiding the library, not wanting to go there and staying late like you used to. But Renjun could bring so many books to you before getting annoyed and weirded out at your behavior (You’re not going to the library again? It’s like the third time!) and you didn't know if you wanted to tell him what’s going on like you did with Hanni before. Even though you didn’t tell her about the last call.
Huang Renjun watched you closely as he stopped writing, feeling your stare on him instead of your books and he frowned suspiciously. You were studying his two toned hair like it holded the answer to all your questions, and maybe it did.
‘’Junie, remember the night you called me? With the voice modulator?’’ You started, trying to play it cool.
He sighed, leaving his pen and turning all his attention to you. ‘’Yeah, what about it?’’
‘’I was wondering… Who was next in line? To use it, I mean.’’
‘’Mh, I don’t remember,’’ he said with a shrug. He went back to his notes, writing. He lifted his eyes back to you when you didn’t say anything more or went back to your book. ‘’Why?’’
‘’Nothing,’’ you were quick to respond, but you should know better as Renjun murmured your name, arching a brow. ‘’What?’’
‘’Spit it out.’’
‘’Just… someone called me the other night with that stupid thing and I wanna know who. Can you check it out later, maybe?’’
Renjun made a face, shaking his head no. ‘’Sorry, I can’t. They erased the board because Xiaojun and Hendery needed it for a Math project or something, I stopped listening when they talked about condoms, body counts and statistics as a final presentation.’’
‘’Damn,’’ you whispered, disappointed. You looked down at your book, feeling at the starting line once again.
‘’Don’t worry, they won’t bother you much longer. I think Jaemin lost that thing when he got drunk at the Spooky Super Mambo Jambo, whatever it's called,’’ he rolled his eyes and smiled at you.
The weird prank was spiraling out of control and it was taking you down too. It was frustrating, that little game you didn't ask to be a part of. What was worse, it was becoming your little secret, in fear of looking like a paranoid killjoy if you talked about it.
Your mind was thinking hard about the last encounter. Why did you answer the calls? That question lingered in your head. You actually wanted to play the game? No, you felt paranoid too many times. But then why was it weird not to receive a call that day? What the hell were you waiting for?
It was so dumb… what were you doing? Acting like a prisoner for a stupid frat joke? October was about to end soon anyway, and the whole Ghostface thing was about to finish too.
After one of your classes you decided to take the long walk back to your dorm, enjoying the weather and the calmness your resolutions were giving you. Everytime you come across a Ghostface, mask on or not, you will hold their gaze almost threateningly, gaining a few confused and weird out looks because of the attitude, even Yangyang giving you his middle finger after he got an especially annoyed snarl from you.
You kept on walking, faltering to notice someone was following you not that far away. As you advanced around the campus, fewer students appeared, making everything look emptier as classes were finishing. You started noticing footsteps behind you and turned around, seeing a Ghostface coming right behind you. This time you didn’t feel scared or nervous, huffing and giving him an eye roll. Fucking weirdo. If that idiot was expecting a reaction from you he could go fuck himself.
But your heartbeat picked up a little bit when he kept walking behind you, even daring to come a little more close. You turned around again and gave him the dirtiest look you could manage, not feeling that secure as before but unwilling into turning into your scared self. You kept your composure and didn’t show anything in your face, choosing to ignore him.
But when you turned around a corner and he followed you just like a shadow, you had enough.
‘’Hey, asshole! Stop following me!’’ You sneered, turning around and facing him. He stopped a few steps from you, tilting his head like a confused child listening to you. He shocked his head no. ‘’No? Are you dumb or something?’’
He shook his head no once again, infuriating you. So started to walk towards him but Ghostface didn’t move or stepped back.
‘’Take off your mask,’’ you demanded, irritated. He shook his head once again, and that was enough for you. You came toe to toe with him, trying to take off the white mask yourself, but then, his gloved hand shot quickly and grabbed your wrist firmly.
Well, fuck.
‘’Let go,’’ you said, trying to shake his grip on you. Your pulse picked up, now feeling the ugly claws of fear scratching your body. ‘’I said let me go!’’ You repeated, giving him a hard push.
As both began to struggle against each other and you were about to scream, a noise stopped you. Something had hit the ground. You looked down and saw it. It was a knife, but it didn’t seem like a fake, plastic one you had seen other times at campus. It seemed heavy and had a shiny texture… sharpened and long. This one looked… goddamn real.
The hairs on the back of your neck rose when a sensation of danger so intense hit you so fast that your stomach collapsed down to your feet, tensing you.
A heavy heartbeat passed, a tense silence feeling like hours.
‘’You know what? I really have to go, so…,’’ you muttered, twisting your wrist to get out of his grasp. He actually let you go, bending down to take the knife slowly, not taking his eyes off you. You backed away immediately, starting to walk quickly with the desire to leave him behind. You turned around to see if he was still there and there he was, walking towards you but this time with the knife firmly held in one of his hands.
Fuck being brave and confrontational.
You didn't waste another second in running away, not caring anymore if this was a joke or not. You didn’t know who was behind that mask and weren’t dumb enough to trust blindly that someone won’t hurt you, especially holding a knife. Something inside you was screaming to get away from there and you followed your intuition... which wasn't so wrong, because Ghostface started running to catch up with you.
Adrenaline rumbled inside your body, someone with a fucking real knife was chasing you fast. You kept running and thinking what the fuck to do, which direction take, needing time. You came through some buildings and went to their doors, finding them closed, classes most likely over for the day. You groaned and kept escaping and seeing behind you, that fucking black figure still following you, now walking more calming once it saw you. Some tears of desperation burned in your eyes but you didn’t give up, able to put some distance between him and you.
You desperately reached another building and pushed hard its door, a squeak of victory leaving your lips when it opened. You entered quickly and turned around to see if he had followed you there, breath caught in your throat then you noticed him not far away but disoriented, like he didn’t know where you went. Seeing him obviously looking for you made you tremble. You backed away fast and ran through the aisle, trying every classroom door to see if it was opened, no luck.
Until the last one.
You opened the door frantically and entered the classroom, locking it behind you with a sigh. You leaned your forehead against the door trying to catch your breath, heart quivering inside you ready to spiral you into panic mode again. So caught up in the moment, you didn’t notice that the classroom wasn't empty and that someone was inside, with you.
‘’Just the girl I was dying to see,’’ Lee Donghyuck said, greeting you playfully.
You let out a small, surprised scream when you heard his low voice. You turned around and saw Donghyuck standing up, coming at you slowly. You couldn't contain yourself from observing him carefully, his figure seemed to fill the entire empty room effortlessly, like he was the guardian of it. There were some books and papers on the table, as well as some notes on the old mobile chalkboard behind him, like he was doing homework or research before you interrupted him.
Lee Donghyuck carried himself with a mix of intensity and elegance, a charming personality that could fool anyone with his jokes and humor. He loved being the center of attention, making people laugh and lure them, drawing reactions from them. But he wasn't a clown, reminding you more of a sly jester instead, the campus being his court.
You noticed from time to time that there was another part of him, something that he managed to hide until it was the moment to let it show. Something more dark and sharp, very cunning and calculating. He had a reputation as the best member in the debate team, twisting and morphing any theme it was thrown his way to win. And he did every time, to no one's surprise. Many had tried to throw him off and dared him in class, but Donghyuck's quick tongue was no joke.
That was a well known trait among campus girls too.
‘’Hey, are you okay?’’ He asked, coming close to you noticing your stiff stance. He brushed lightly his knuckles against your moist cheeks, spotting your starting to dry tears. Your breath caught once again, he was suddenly so close to you that even if a potential murderer was chasing after you, you couldn't stop yourself from blushing a little because of his closeness. ‘’What happened, sweetheart?’’
‘’S-someone was following me— it was Ghostface with a knife,’’ you sniffle a little, trying to compose yourself, still a little breathless.
‘’Ghostface? With a knife?’’ He repeated, frowning. He grabbed your arms carefully, caressing them softly trying to comfort you, a little worried. ‘’Hey, it was probably a pra—’’
You shook your head with a scoff while searching in your bag for your phone, trying to ignore the sparks Hyuck’s touch provoked you. ‘’Don’t say it! It wasn't a damn prank, he was holding a knife! I’m calling campus security.’’
His hands stopped you, making you stare at him. ‘’Wait, calm down. It was probably one of the guys, I saw them earlier in the cafeteria.’’
You scoffed and shook your head, you weren’t convinced and Donghyuck noticed right away, his attentive eyes not leaving yours. ‘’I don’t care who it was, are you listening to me? He was armed!’’
Donghyuck pressed his lips into a thin line, starting a staring contest with you that incredibly you didn’t lose, challenging him and holding his gaze.
‘’Alright, I’ll go check.’’
‘’What?’’ You asked, letting him move you from blocking the door, unlocking it to your horror. You gasped and locked it again, pushing him softly away from it with a heavy frown on your face, taken aback. ‘’What are you doing?! You can’t go out there, he might be outside still!’’
‘’So? I’ll just talk to him,’’ Donghyuck said, looking at you carefully. A second passed until a teasing, pretty smile started forming on his lips. His brown eyes shined mischievously at you. ‘’Are you worried about me, sweetheart?’’
You looked at him in disbelief, speechless. ‘’I-I, yes! I just got chased with a knife and you wanna look for the guy? Haven’t watched any horror movies? Or have any sense of danger?’’
‘’Alright, calm down,’’ he chuckled, rolling his eyes when he noticed the way you were holding the door handle like your life depended on it, getting more tense. He also noticed your doubt, the way you were biting your lip nervously. ‘’How about… we stay here, then?’’
‘’Why we would do that?’’ You asked him, stuttering when you felt his hand covering yours and slowly made you let go of the door handle. You did, feeling more at ease when he didn’t try to unlock it again. Instead, his body started coming close to you, making you retreat towards the nearest wall. ‘’Um. W-what are you doing?’’
‘’Relax, pretty girl. We’ll stay here and I’ll make you feel better, how about that?’’ Hyuck simply said, smirking with you didn’t respond immediately.
You looked nervously to the side, not wanting to leave the door out of sight, but then Donghyuck cradled your face. He didn’t seem worried, focused on you as he studied you up close. You just blinked at him, mesmerized by his beauty and low, rich voice.
You could see the pretty moles that adorned his soft, tanned skin. Obviously, you didn’t have any idea the effect you had on him, filling Donghyuck’s mind with various visions of you looking at him with your pretty and tearful eyes, but doing something else, like sucking his cock or moaning his name.
Of course you didn’t have any fucking idea of how many times Donghyuck follow you through campus just to have a glimpse of you, how many times he tried to catch your gaze in the hallway to let you know that he wanted you, heart broken everytime you run when he tried to talk to you. He found your shyness cute and endearing, but enough was enough and his patience had runned low.
You tried one more time, your voice filled with hesitation. ‘’I don’t think this is a good idea—’’
‘’Eyes on me, sweetheart,’’ he ordered with a whisper, his firm voice making your heart flutter. ‘’How do you end in these situations, huh?’’ He asked, tilting his head and looking at you with a small smile, teasing you. His hands reached to your body, grabbing your waist smoothly and making circles in your skin with his thumbs.
I’m wondering the same, you thought. His question made you frown, confusion filling your eyes. ‘’What do you mean?’’
‘’Locked up in a room with a man that wants nothing but to make you cum until you cry,’’ Donghyuck responded simply, raising a brow at you, waiting for your reaction to his crude words.
And a reaction he got. Your brain malfunctioned right there, surprise and embarrassment making your words die for a moment. You took a shaky breath, feeling like you were caught doing something wrong, cheeks warming under his gaze. You realized quickly the weight of his words, the way he was watching you with something daring in his eyes, like the two of you shared a secret.
‘’H-how do you kno—’’ you stuttered, intrigue blending in your tone.
‘’I know everything that goes on with my best friend,’’ he was quick to respond, smirking smugly at you, pleased. ‘’And my girl. I’m a little hurt, baby,’’ he signed tiredly, complaining, a little offended. ‘’I was the one who saw you first, you know? Still… he taste you first.’’
Your cheeks fired up under his intense gaze, a little mortified. Donghyuck laughed at your puzzled expression, hands surrounding your waist more firmly, his touch possessive when he cornered you against the wall. No words came out of your mouth, licking your lips under Hyuck’s hard glare, not knowing what to say. He smiled a little, coming even closer to you, making your heart go crazy and your head dizzy as the tension Donghyuck created escalated and heated more and more with every passing second.
‘’Poor Mark is heartbroken, you know? Give him so much and then… running again, sweetheart? Are you trying to make him go insane?’’
This was another crush confronting you, but this time it was different. You didn’t have some shots on you to give you valor or had a free way to run to the hills like you used to. You wanted them both so bad… confess to him, say Mark it’s in your head too, just like him. This was something that could come in the middle of their friendship? You were thinking it too much?
‘’I-I didn't mean to—’’
‘’I know. And I know you won’t run from me, right? You’re gonna be good and make it up for me, yeah?’’ Donghyuck muttered under his breath, lips brushing against yours. ‘’You owe me, pretty.’’
You nodded absently, too enchanted in Donghyuck perfume that was filling your senses, being the one who broke the distance and kissed him hard, making him groan contently in your mouth. The way Hyuck was kissing you was exactly like him, provoking and consuming, dominating. His hands roamed your body, hands coming down to your thighs and making you yelp when he lifted you up like nothing. The movement surprised you, not expecting that show of strength you didn’t know he had, quickly throwing your arms around his neck and shoulders holding onto him.
The kiss didn’t stop but it got needier and deeper, lips moving and devouring each other tongues, playing and caressing them with desire. Your legs surrounded Donghyuck’s hips, his hands grabbing you by the ass and holding you against the wall. He whimpered softly in your lips, so needy and sexy it made you shiver with excitement, grinding yourself against him as you kissed him hard. Your hands runned roughly through his hair, holding him and taking control with hot, demanding kisses.
‘’These fucking skirts will be the death of me,’’ he groaned shakily, mouth coming down to your neck. He kissed your sensitive places there while his hands roamed your ass and thighs, breathing heavily against your neck, busy leaving a trace of hickeys on you.
‘’You like them?’’ You dared to shyly ask him, gasping when he moved you suddenly, taking you to the nearest desk.
He kissed you fiercely, making you whimper in his mouth when you felt his hard cock grinding against you, but it wasn't enough. He nodded and chuckled darkly, madhandling you and turning you around, pressing his hard length into your ass. A hot, consuming wave of heat traveled in your body, igniting every part of you with desire. Your thighs rubbed together, feeling your soaked cunt throbbing with need, seeking relief.
‘’I fucking love them. Feel what you do to me, pretty girl? You look so cute and act so coy, making me hard every damn time,’’ he groaned and slapped your ass, winning himself a loud gasp out of you. You moaned at the burning, sting sensation and pushed up your ass, silently asking for more.
‘’Donghyuck,’’ you whined lowly, unable to find the right words, but deep inside you knew exactly what you wanted, moaning when he spanked you again, harder. Your cheeks burned but you pushed down the sudden rush of shame that threatened to take control over you and grabbed Hyuck’s hand, directing it between your legs, to your aching pussy.
‘’What do you want, sweetheart? You have to tell me, I wanna hear you,’’ he taunted you, deep voice in your ear. He rested his chin on your shoulder, both hands moving to grab your tits, squeezing them with a husky moan without stopping rutting against your ass.
‘’I-I want you,’’ you whispered, pulling your head back with a soft gasp at his possessive and burning touch, your hand reaching back to grab the hard bulge in his pants.
Donghyuck moaned in your neck, biting it as rubbed himself in your hand. Feeling like he was about to go insane at any minute, touching you like a mad man, the need to destroy you in the best way possible was the only thing in his mind. He found the strength to speak, tightening his hands on your breasts. ‘’What do you want from me, pretty girl? My fingers, my tongue? My cock?’’
You whined again but Donghyuck didn’t give you any, waiting for your response. You closed your eyes and squeezed his dick harder, needy and annoyed by his teasing. ‘’You c-cock, please.’’
‘’Now that’s my good girl,’’ he purred pleased, pushing you down to the cold desk until your cheek touched the surface, firmly pressed by Donghyuck’s hand in your nape. ‘’If you want it so bad, you gotta take it, baby. Go, don’t fucking make me wait.’’
He was nice enough to unbutton his pants and take them down, so you could easily grab him when you reached back, feeling its weight and warmth on your palm, stroking him firmly with long movements. It was big, your fingers barely touching each other around his shaft and your position didn’t help either, but any of you cared. Your face burned a little hot, feeling his size on your hand really made you question nervously if he’s gonna fit, never having someone like Donghyuck before.
You tried to stroke him faster, using your thumb to caress the head of his cock, making him moan louder, breathless. A small smirk formed in your lips, letting go of his cock and moving your hand to push to the side your panties, showing him your wet and shiny, pretty pussy aching for him.
‘’Hyuck, please—’’ you begged, seeing him above your shoulder, giving him your best pleading eyes. ‘’Please, give me your cock.’’
Donghyuck felt as the air was punched out of his lungs at the scene, falling into his knees and giving a silent player to the fucking higher gods that give him such a dirty, beautiful girl like you. He pushed his face between your thighs, giving you a long swipe with his tongue, licking your folds and sucking your clit until you saw points in your vision. He was ruthless, eating you up with grunts and spanks, his pretty lips attached to your sensitive clit, making lingering, firm circles with his tongue until you gasped and tembled.
‘’Fuck, so sweet,’’ he breathed against your pussy, giving you a hard slap in your ass that made you cry a shaky moan. He gives soft, fond kisses to your core and folds as his thumb brushes your sensitive clit softly. ‘’So wet and needy, I could eat you for hours,’’ he murmured as he stood up, licking his lips. ‘’Next time,’’ he added to himself, caressing your ass, inspecting proudly the red marks he left in your delicate skin.
Your breath catches when you felt him angling his cock in your entrance, but no pushing yet, teasing you, so turned on and eager to feel that burn, the stretch his cock promised. Your heart pounded heavily in your chest, the anticipation killing you, a desperate whining leaving your lips.
‘’Fuck,’’ you moaned low, grabing at the desk as Donghyuck starts sliding his cock into you slowly, opening you out on his thickness. It felt like nothing before, so big and carrying that burn you needed so bad. ‘’Oh my God.’’
‘’That's it, take it all,’’ he praises you, feeling you clenching around him with a shared moan, pushing his length into you almost in awe, eyes fixed on your pussy stretching out around him, so tight it might explode. ‘’You’re doing so well, pretty girl. Relax for me, yeah?’’
‘’You’re so big,’’ you wheeze, trying to loosen your body. You moan and hide your face on the desk in an intent of breathing in and out, but Hyuck had other plans as he raised your head with a makeshift ponytail with your hair. Your back arched, the new angle making you feel his cock in places never reached before, now conquered by him. ‘’Mmh, Hyuck! You’re so deep—’’
Swearing you could feel the tip of his cock on your lower stomach, another hot wave of slick covered his length, your pussy throbbing and needing more.
‘’Fuck yes I am,’’ Donghyuck chuckled darkly, giving you another slow but firm push, nailing himself completely inside you. He moaned huskily, biting into your shoulder. ‘’I’ll fuck this little pussy until you can’t walk.’’
Every thrust of his hips made you moan as he started fucking you so merciless, deep and fast, not giving you time to think or say anything, just feeling so full and being hit with waves after waves of pleasure, becoming rapidly an addict to it. His thick cock stretched you so good, opening you with every inch he pushed inside you until your mouth fell open with a silently cry, so taken aback by the feeling of being fucked like never before.
You labored breaths mixed with the arousing sound of your bodies crashing into each other, the wet squelch so loud and erotic.
‘’Feels so good,’’ you murmured, eyes rolling to the back of your head, pussy clenching around him at his brutal pace. One of his hands cupped your jaw roughly, turning your face so you could look at him, pupils blown wide. ‘’Don’t stop, harder—’’
‘’Look at you, such a fucking brat giving me orders,’’ he snarls, slaping your cheek. Your desperates moans made Donghyuck smile, caging you in his arms as he sped up his pace, his cock thrusting into you harshly. ‘’You’re gonna take what I gave you or I won’t let you cum,’’ he threatened.
‘’No, no, no—’’ you begged, babbling and too fucked up to speak. You whimpered when Donghyuck started hitting that spot inside you, knowing that if he wasn't holding you, you would be limp on the desk, too drunk on the pleasure. ‘’Hyuck, please let me cum!’’
Your body trembled with every thrust of his hips, whimpers falling into Donghyuck’s mouth as he kissed and licked your lips, large hands coming to play with your tits. He pushed up your sweater with one hand and grabbed them, smirking when he realised you weren’t using anything underneath, your soft, pretty tits fitting perfectly in his possessive hand. He played with your nipples, pinching them until they hardened.
‘’You’re gonna be good for me, baby? You’re gonna cum on my cock and thank me for it?’’ Donghyuck asked you, his deep voice taunting you and making you even wetter for him. You nodded rapidly and clenched hard around him, making him whimper too, fucking you harder, powerful thrusts shaking your whole body.
The pleasure burned in your veins deliciously, amplified by the effect Donghyuck had on you, his smell, his rough hands, his cock ramming into you. Everything was so much but so good, the intense feeling driving you insane. Nothing existed in the world at that moment, your mind clouded and fuzzy, just his big cock using your hole and fucking so you hard until you could’t take more.
‘’I’m gonna c-cum,’’ you whispered, biting hard on your lip. Your hand grabbed the one Donghyuck had on your jaw, needing to hold onto him.
‘’Cum on my cock, pretty. C’mon, milk my cock like the good girl you are,’’ he said into your ear, coaxing you like a demon waiting for your sins. His hand serpent down your body, his long fingers moving in circles on your clit, making you whine. ‘’I’m gonna fill you up so good, baby, cum for me.’’
You cried, cuming so hard your vision went blank for a whole moment, but you didn’t forget his orders, muttering various ‘’thank you, thank you’’ as your orgasm hit you hard, your voice shaky and spent. Donghyuck fucked you through your climax, hearing him groan as he chased his own, feeling his warm cum filling you up not much after. Hearing him moan and whimper in pleasure provoked more heat pooling in your belly, Lee Donghyuck’s sounds were the most sensual thing you ever listened to.
‘’Fucking take it,’’ his hoarse, low voice mumbled in your ear. You felt his cock twitching inside you, his load stuffing your womb. ‘’It’s all for you, pretty girl.’’
You never did something like that before, and the action made you blush, finding being full of his cum so amazing and hot. You liked the feeling of his cum leaking from your entrance, such a nasty, intimate connection.
His touch softened, now cupping your face more gentle as he kissed your cheek and jaw, heavy breaths filling the room. Donghyuck whispered your name, his hands roaming your tits and stomach like he was memorizing every part of you, of your skin.
‘’You did so well for me, sweetheart,’’ Donghyuck said, smiling darkly, holding you even closer.
Donghyuck lived to his word and… yeah, it was hard for you to walk, especially with his cum leaking out of you. Even more hard was trying to avoid his stare after fucking him in the classroom, and a small part of you kinda preferred being chased with a knife by a potential murderder instead of the mortification of being walked home by your crush turn out one night stand.
Hell, the first option was less tense than having Hyuck’s eyes on you the whole way, silently studying you and your reactions, like when his hand grazed yours and your whole face turned pink, making him smirk amused by your attitude.
He had insisted on taking you back to your dorm, being a gentleman at heart, and you were grateful for it because you didn’t think you were able to walk around campus knowing someone could jump out and chase after you again. Much less alone at night and far away from your dorms, so you obviously accept it. Luckily, Donghyuck kept his mouth shut but you knew he didn’t need to say a word, the malicious, teasing glint in his eyes being enough. He looked at you with so much desire you were hoping he would push you into somewhere and fuck you again, but you didn’t knew how ask for it.
As the day couldn't turn more twisted, destiny had more in store for you, because Zhong Chenle and Huang Renjun were sitting outside your dorm waiting for you. Looking bored, swiping on their phones and surrounded by some books you recognized from the list you had sent them the day before. They looked up when they heard footsteps, freezing when they noticed you weren’t alone, a very much smug Donghyuck glued to your side.
Holy shit, you thought.
‘’Holy shit,’’ Chenle said out loud, eyeing you both with his brows incredibly high. His face was priceless because he wasn't stupid, the aspect of the two of you was enough evidence about what you were doing and it took nothing to click inside his brain.
It was impossible to, but Chenle was out of words, staring at the evident new marks on your neck and untidy clothes with a mix of interest and shock, a little bit of horror and confusion too. Renjun mirrored his expression with more horror, but also kinda entertained by the awkward scene, squinted eyes focused on Donghyuck at your side and connecting the dots silently.
‘’Uhm, well, this is my room,’’ you turned to Donghyuck, tucking your hair behind your ear and wishing for the ground to part ways and swallow you whole. ‘’Thanks for walking me back, Donghyuck.’’
Both Chenle and Renjun pretended not to be there or listening, but you knew your friends and knew they were more likely analyzing everything, gaining material for your incoming interrogation.
‘’It was my pleasure, sweetheart,’’ he smiled, eyes shining mischievously with a terribly handsome smirk. ‘’I’ll see you at the Halloween party, alright?’’
‘’I don’t—’’ you started talking but his presence silenced you, face coming close to yours, lips softly tracing the curve of your ear.
‘’Don’t even try to ditch on us, princess. Now I know where I can find you,’’ he murmured, giving you a quick kiss to your cheek and just like that he left, leaving you with the ghost of his perfume and full of questions. What the fuck just happend?
‘’What the fuck just happened!?’’ Chenle questioned you, quickly standing up, eyes big in shock. ‘’Did you— Oh my God I don’t wanna know but did you—?
You nodded your head and opened your door, pushing your books and your friends inside hurriedly, hoping none of your sorority sisters and especially not Donghyuck listened to the chaos. You pushed your back to the door, exhausted.
‘’Lee fucking Donghyuck?!’’ Renjun shouted inside your room, incredulity filling his voice. ‘’I didn’t see that coming.’’
‘’Well neither do I, weren’t you into Mark?’’ Chenle asked, snapping his fingers in front of Renjun’s face when he gasped in astonishment at the new information. ‘’Catch on quickly, gégé.’’
‘’Listen! I… I like Mark, okay? But… I’m also into Donghyuck,’’ you finally confessed, walking into your bed while rubbing your hands tiredly in your face. You groaned. ‘’I like them both.’’
‘’Damn, talk about being greedy,’’ Renjun whistled and laughed, sitting in your bed next to you. ‘’This is amazing and weird. I feel like my child just went on her first date.’’
Chenle snorted, jumping to sit in your desk, crossing his arms. ‘’More like first double fuck festivaI,’’ he said under his breath, shaking his head. ‘’I can’t believe none of you losers tells me anything, I have to find out in the most unholy ways!’’
‘’What? How you find out about Mark?’’ Renjun questioned, interested. He tilted his head thoughtfully, thinking about Donghyuck and the way he acted those past days. Calm, composed, no whiny tantrums. No wonder the fucker stopped asking him about your classes and attempts to steal you number, he went his own way to finally get you.
‘’These horny monsters tarnished my bed,’’ Chenle said with an accusing tone, making you groan in embarrassment and Renjun laughed hard, finding hilariously the awfulness Chenle had to endure.
Renjun hand caressed your shoulder in an intent of comforting you as he controlled his laugh, taking a big breath. He tried to catch your eyes, noticing your silence and he cooed at you, giving you a little shake.
‘’Yah, don’t get all gloomy and shy. You’re coming to the party, right?’’ Renjun asked, thanking in his mind it wasn’t his roommate doing those things with you in their room. One point in favor of Donghyuck, for once.
‘’I don’t know,’’ you sighed softly, grabbing your favorite pillow to hug. ‘’They’re gonna be there and… it’s gonna be too much. I don’t even what to say if they talk to me.’’
Chenle made a face, humming meditatively. ‘’I don’t think talking it’s gonna be their priority.’’
Renjun directed a warning look in his way, mouthing ‘’be nice’’.
‘’I mean,’’ Chenle backtracked, ‘’why? You think they don’t know? Are you afraid they’ll get mad or something?’’
‘’I thought about that but then Hyuck said something… he knows about me and Mark,’’ you said, browns furrowed together. ‘’He didn’t seem angry about it.’’
He just fucked me into oblivion, you wanted to say.
Renjun looked at you interested, sitting more comfortably. ‘’You think maybe Mark told him?’’
‘’Most likely. Those two don’t hide anything from each other, trust me,’’ Chenle commented, expression turning thoughtful. ‘’They have a… intense friendship.’’
‘’What do you mean?’’ Renjun questioned, before you could ask the same thing.
‘’Oh, c’mon. They’re like brothers, competitive but loyal, and have another type of understanding. Mark and Donghyuck are different but so similar, I swear sometimes they speak with their minds or something, it’s fucking weird.’’
‘’That’s true,’’ Renjun admitted, nodding. He looked at you and smiled a little pained, palming your back. He knew his friends carried a certain force when they chose to join powers. And it seems like they had their sights on you. ‘’You’re so fucked,’’ he snorted.
‘’They usually do this with girls?’’ You asked, watching your friends shaking their heads immediately. You deflated, thinking about everything. ‘’I just… everything’s happening so fast and outta nowhere. A lot it’s happening,’’ you doubted, knowing that your friends didn’t know anything about the whole Ghostface thing going on.
‘’Hey, what’s the problem? You said you like them both, and it seems like both are interested in you, so…’’ Renjun said, studying your face. ‘’That’s a good thing, right?’’
‘’Yeah, but… they make me so nervous still,’’ you confessed, the point of your ears turning pink. You sighed and stared at the pillow in your hands like it could give you answers. ‘’I really like them, Junie.’’
Renjun patted your knee, smiling at you. ‘’Stop thinking hard, you should give it a go and have fun. Halloween it’s the perfect night to do mischief and shit, after all.’’
‘’Not in my room, hopefully,’’ Chenle said under his breath. He jumped out of the desk, sitting next to you on the bed. ‘’Yah, Renjun's right. You should have fun! What’s the worse could happen?’’
‘’Oh my God,’’ Hanni shirked, ‘’you look so hot!’’
You looked away from the mirror and smiled at her, winning yourself another gasp when she saw your whole outfit. The pep talk your friends gave you successfully poured courage into you, finally choosing to enjoy yourself for the night.
You didn’t know if you were ready for the party and what could happen there, but you weren’t running anymore. You wanted to have fun with the boys you liked, enjoy what they could offer you. Even if that meant dealing with your nervous heart, but that was a problem for the future you.
Hanni had bought the costume you were wearing last year, but you decided it was too much and it ended up collecting dust in your closet, completely forgotten. But not that night, because Hanni's wish finally had come true and both of you were going to the NCT party with matching (very revealing in your opinion) costumes.
You were wearing a short, sexy baby blue latex dress, paired with red gloves of the same material, white high boots and stockings up to your thighs, a small apron tied tightly to your waist. And of course a white nurse headband, which you decided to stain with some splashes of fake blood to make it look more Halloween-ish.
Hanni was wearing a very similar outfit in the same material but in black, a sexy police officer costume with pink handcuffs hanging naughtily on her side.
‘’This is the best day of my life,’’ Hanni smiled, taking more photos of you with his phone, grinning like the cat who caught the mouse. ‘’The Lees will have a aneurysm on their cocks when they see you like this.’’
‘’Oh my God,’’ you laughed, throwing a blending sponge at her, mortified. ‘’Shut up!’’
‘’What? That's happening, girl! Such a bummer I can’t see it,’’ she pouted, putting away her phone. ‘’I’m getting candy with Sion before the party.’’
She winked at you, opening her small purse and taking out a small bag of candies, sending you flying kisses when you throwed her an unamused look.
‘’I can’t believe you’re ditching me to get high with your boyfriend. You know how hard it was to put on his dress? I can barely breath!’’
‘’I knooow and you look so pretty! I wanna post our photos right now so bad,’’ she lamented, whining and stomping her feet. ‘’But I don’t wanna ruin the surprise for the guys. See? I’m an angel.’’
‘’Yeah, expelled from Heaven,’’ you joked, pushing her to the door, rolling your eyes. ‘’And there isn't a surprise for anyone. I’m just wearing a costume,’’ you lied, smiling despite yourself.
‘’Yeah, keep telling yourself that, hot nurse. Once you finally get your two boyfriends you’ll understand me,’’ she said, grinning and hugging you tightly.
‘’I don’t think that’s the most possible outcome.’’
Hanni ignored that completely, clicking her tongue at you with a frown, hands on her waist. ‘’Don’t start, young lady.’’
‘’Yeah, yeah, go with your boyfriend,’’ you rolled your eyes smiling, giving her a soft push. ‘’If I get murdered on my way there, it’s gonna be on you.’’
Hanni gasped and raised her arm, pretending to have a knife and pinched your side playfully with her finger. ‘’Kill, kill, die, die!’’
‘’How do you even know that? You don’t like horror movies.’’
‘’Getting impaled with a dick counts as a stab?’’ She asked, tilting her head, an evil glint in her eyes.
You shrieked with a smile and gave her another push. ‘‘Just go!’’
The wicked laughs of your best friend resonated in the hallway as she left, gaining some looks from other sorority girls who were leaving as well. Your house was getting ready for the most expected party, the NCT’s Halloween one.
Some frats couldn't compete with their parties, let alone their Halloween one. But one tried, as another party was happening at the ATZ house that night and definitely gained some attention on campus, students were divided between seeing what they could have in store and being faithful to NCT’s parties. Everybody was buzzing with excitement and the spirits were really high. You knew that NCT had the winning hand, because everybody wanted to see those damned Ghostface costumes in action.
You were going alone, because Renjun was getting ready with Ningning at her dorm and Chenle, well, he had planned something with Jisung and Hendery as far as you knew, some kind of prank on Johnny. Your nerves were up high and a stir of anxiety fucked up your mind a little bit, being the first time going alone to the frat. To a party frat.
As you started walking you felt at ease, seeing that the streets were full of people wearing costumes, talking, laughing, some even held baskets with candy, the regular ones. You noticed some eyes in you and tried to ignore it, knowing damn well you definitely stood up with a colorful outfit. A ring made you stop, the phone in your hand lit up with an incoming call, but before you could answer it something dark jumped in front of you.
You scream, startled and ready to run again, but the obnoxious laugh of Liu Yangyang stopped you. You punched his arm with a heavy groan and that actually poured more gasoline into his loud laugh. But suddenly he stopped, lifting his mark and taking a good look to your body, his eyes burning holes in you.
‘’Fuck me,’’ he inhaled, taking in our outfit. ‘’You wanna be my girlfriend?’’
‘’No!’’ You were quick to respond, wishing to have a bat to hit his annoying face. Instead, you gave his arm another punch he tried to dodge with a big grin. ‘’Especially after you tried to give me a heart attack, Pinkie Pie.’’
‘’I had to give it a try,’’ Yangyang said, shrugging and putting his mask on again, laughing. ‘’See you at the party, hot stuff. Try and not get caught by another Ghostface, yeah scaredy cat?’’
Another punch went Yangyang's way but he dodge it successfully again, laughing as he left and ran to a group of girls that caught his attention. You scrunched your nose, seeing him waving his fake knife at a group of sorority girls who squealed in delight, entertained by the pink hair boy.
As you were getting close to the NCT house, your senses were up high. Some trees trembled because of the wind, giving the night a creepy vibe, the moon shining in the darkness, as you couldn't help yourself from observing everything around you, remembering Yangyang’s stupid words: try and not get caught by another Ghostface.
Your phone rang again, taking you back to reality. Thinking it may be Hanni, you answered the call as you walked, now more aware of possible NCT members trying to scare you on your way.
‘’Hello?’’
‘’Hello,’’ that electronic, deep voice you started to feel familiar said. ‘’Are you coming to the party?’’
Your eyes searched around you, that weird, uncertain feeling of paranoia expanding in your skin like crawls, making you tense. ‘’Who is it?’’
‘’You played that game and you lost it, gorgeous’’, the caller chuckled. ‘’Is that want you want, to play with me?’’
‘’I don’t wanna do anything with you,’’ you said with clenched teeth, walking faster. The wind had picked up, a cold breeze against your body and blowing some dry leaves.
‘’But you already did, don’t break my heart like that,’’ the voice lamented, laughing softly. ‘’We’re having so much fun, don't you think?’’
You kept alerted, watching the people around you, looking for that stupid black costume. Yangyang’s warning resonated once again in your head, slowly halting your steps as your suspicion rose. Try and not get caught by another Ghostface.
‘’What do you want? Halloween’s over, this stupid joke’s over. No more calls,’’ you said, keeping at bay your tone, trying not to get scared or angry. ‘’No more stupid Ghostface.’’
The caller laughed in your ear, like it could see through your weak attempts. ‘’That doesn’t mean I’m done with you yet’’, the voice said seductively. ‘’Tonight it’s the perfect time, don’t you think, baby?’’
‘’The perfect time for what?’’ You asked annoyed, feeling relief filling your heart when you saw the NCT frat not that far, people coming in and the faint sound of loud music beating down the street.
‘’To get you, pretty girl.’’
You heard the beeping of the call ending, eyeing your phone a little incredulous. Did he cut you off? A hard scoff left your lips, rolling your eyes. A hard desire to throw your phone to the bushes tempted you, when it suddenly rang again.
Of course you picked up the private number’s call, fed up. ‘’What the fuck do you want!?’’
Another voice coming thru the modulator speaked, saying your name like it was tasting it on its tongue. The caller breathed heavily, his voice sounded… different. ‘’Hi, sweetie. Finally, I wanted to speak with you for so long.’’
‘’So long? You’ve been calling me the whole month, asshole. Are you gonna call the whole night too?’’
‘’The question is, can you keep up with me tonight? You see,’’ the caller laughed a little, making the skin of your arms come alive full of chills, ‘’we have a problem. I wanna go after you and stab that pretty body until you puke blood but I don’t think you can run with those shoes. And that’s half of the fun!’’
The voice gave you the chills, a heavy feeling of fear tightening your heart. You blinked rapidly, trying not to spiral in a full crisis, dropping your gaze to your high heels, a cute pair of white boots that reached your knees.
‘’How do you even know where I am?’’ You murmured, eyeing the entrance of the party, ready to make a bee line over there. ‘’How you know what I’m wearing?’’
‘’I’m watching you.’’
You swallowed, feeling like you were glued to the ground. ‘’Come out, then. Or don’t you dare, since I’m not alone?’’
‘’You think you’re safe? I could cut your throat right now and you wouldn't see it coming, dumb bitch.’’
A sudden noise startled you, coming from your side. You quickly hung up the call and walked hurriedly to the entrance that was clear, nobody there, not Taeyong or someone from NCT watching who entered, and the realization that you were actually alone scared you. It was like everybody disappeared into the party.
But before you could enter the frat house, another noise caught your attention. But it wasn't just a noise, it was a voice. A scream.
You lifted your eyes and saw Kim Doyoung not that far away, standing right in the street, illuminated by its dim lights. Red, dark blood coming like a tsunami out of his opened mouth and sliding over his clothes like a wet, sticky veil. But he wasn't alone, because behind him was someone dressed as Ghostface, holding him by his neck and taking out a big knife out of Doyoung’s stomach, provoking a new wave of blood to splash everywhere.
What. The. Fuck.
Try and not get caught by another Ghostface. Try and not get caught by another Ghostface. Try and not get caught by another Ghostface. Try and not get caught by another Ghostface.
Yangyang’s voice burned in your brain. You swore you heard a laugh coming from somewhere, making you hold the door handle harder as your heart pounded loudly, just like the music coming from the house.
‘’Alright, haha, nice joke, idiots,’’ you took a profound breath, chuckling awkwardly. ‘’I’m not falling for it again!’’
You shaked your head and stepped into the NCT frat, needing a fucking drink.
You pushed bodies without a care in the world, unable to stop thinking about what you saw. Your eyes examined the dark room, seeing people drinking, dancing, making out in the corners and smoking, the usual scenes in NCT parties. Ghostfaces were everywhere, making you feel crazy when you tried to get a glimpse of knives in their hands, but the shadows and the dim lights made it hard for you. You tensed when you saw Jeno pinching the tip of his knife into the revealed stomach of a very giggly bunny who paid no mind, relaxing when you realised it was obviously fake.
Relax, you’re going insane, you thought rubbing your temples, needing a moment alone from all the people and music, overwhelmed already. This is a prank and it’s over.
You lifted your tired gaze and froze on the spot, seeing a Ghostface watching you from across the room. You holded its gaze, studying him as well. It was wearing his mask, no knife in hand, just… standing still. The loud music bumped around you, taking control of your already rapid palpitations, immersing you in the moment, hot.
He moved.
Ghostface started walking towards you, black body moving without difficulty in the sea of people, making his way towards you like he owned the place, the flashing lights giving it a terrifying appearance that no one seemed to notice.
You turned around and bolted.
Knowing your way, you went straight to the stairs and you cursed in your mind your stupid idea of wearing that outfit, too difficult to move and to breath, the material clinging into you like a second, uncomfortable skin. You tried to climb the stairs as fast as you could, but it wasn’t enough because you felt a presence behind you, coming closer. You looked back and there he was, Mr Ghostface following you with calm steps, like he had the whole time in the world.
You ignored him and tried not to freak out like other times, calmly trying to open the first room you knew, Chenle’s. You knocked and tried to open it, but no one responded and it was locked. You sighed loudly and crossed the hallway to your next target, Renjun’s room. When you saw behind you there was Ghostface, looking at you from across the hallway. You moved when he did, advancing once again towards you, intentions clear.
A strange sense of deja vu washed over but you pushed that feeling to the back of your brain, heart pounding in your chest as you finally reached Renjun’s room and almost screamed in victory when it opened, stepping inside rapidly and closing the door behind you.
You took a step back when you turned and saw another Ghostface laying on the bed, playing with a small knife that, for the fortune of your mental state, was obviously plastic, a toy. He looked at you and pushed his mask up slowly, revealing the handsome face of Mark Lee smirking at you.
He lifted something small and white to his mouth, some kind of dispositive that came to life when he pushed a button.
‘’Finally, baby. I was about to call you again, you know? What took you so long?’’ His electronic, deep voice said. A voice you knew really well.
‘’What?’’ You whispered, frozen and finding your voice after some seconds. The door opened behind you and made you jump, moving back when the other Ghostface entered the room. Your back crashed against someone, turning your head to see Mark behind you, looking at you intensely.
‘’Look who I found,’’ Donghyuck said, pushing his mask up and throwing it aside. He locked the door, starting to get closer to you until you were trapped between them. ‘’Such a good girl, I knew you'd listen and come to us.’’
‘’Dressed so prettily too,’’ Mark said in your ear, hands roaming in your hips, fingers pinching the material of your short dress making you yelp when it hit your skin. ‘’You look so good, baby.’’
‘’She really does,’’ Donghyuck said, nudging your chin playfully with his knuckles. ‘’So fucking pretty. Cat caught your tongue, sweetheart?’’
You babbled, moving your eyes from one to the other, feeling the heat fill your body at their touches and closeness. Alarm tainted your voice, breaking your words a little. ‘’I— what is going on?’’
Donghyuck chuckled, grabbing a strand of hair and playfully wrapped it around his finger. ‘’I know you’re a smart girl, don’t play dumb.’’
You looked from one to the other again, his bodies caging you between them. Mark hugged you from behind, preventing you from escaping like he could read your mind. ‘’The v-voice modulator. It was you… this whole time, it was you? The calls, the—’’
‘’We wanted your attention, princess. And you didn’t give us much of a choice, don’t you think? Avoiding us at parties—’’
‘’We never catch you alone,’’ Mark whispered in your ear, his hot breath making you tremble in his arms. He kissed your neck softly, tracing your skin with the tip of his nose as he speaked. ‘’Always running and hiding from us, playing.’’
‘’H-how— what the fuck?’’ You asked, looking at Donghyuck when he cradled your face, thumbs caressing lovingly your cheeks, amused at your small outburst. ‘’How did you know where I was? And— and the things I was doing?’’
‘’I did a really good job knowing your library schedules, don’t you think? And Mark, well, he’s fucking good at getting information. Chenle talks about you with him and doesn't even realize how much, about your books, your homework, your likes, how fun you are, how you hold the record in your group for most soju’s bottles in one night.’’
You keeped your silence, astonished at the truth of his words, hearing Mark’s endearing laugh behind you. You did have that record. You frowned, feeling something hot coming up and flying free from deep inside you, very different from fear, but burning the same.
‘’Are you fucking for real?’’ Your cold, annoyed tone resonated in the room. Long gone was your usual shyness, feeling so fed up— so much frustration and stress pinned up in your body, finally exploiting with a fire that kinda took everyone by surprise, including you. ‘’So this was your plan? Stalking and chasing me playing god damn Ghostface? As a way of courting me?!’’
‘’Don’t forget about making you cum as many times as possible,’’ Donghyuck mused, smiling when you shook his hands off your face. He bumped you softly on the nose. ‘’That was part of the plan too.’’
‘’I can’t believe this. You’re both fucking insane!’’
Donghyuck gave you an unamused look, arching a brow as he studied your face. ‘’You think we’re idiots? That we don’t notice the way you always look at us? Like you’re asking us with those cute, shy eyes to be fucked stupid.’’
‘’Why you’re acting like you don’t like it, baby?’’ Mark purred in your ear, his arms squeezing you possessively against him. ‘’We just gave you what you wanted. You told Chenle that your favorite movie was Scream, remember? I know how you love horror movies.’’
You scoffed, giving him a push with your elbow, ‘’Yeah, so? You turned my life into a scary movie because— because of that?’’
Mark clicked his tongue, chucking darkly behind you. ‘’We wanted to give you a little thrill, something that will make you finally play with us. And you did so well, baby, we’re proud of you, our brave girl. I saw the real you, that alive look on your face, how you liked our games. You were looking for us, turning around and waiting, don’t you, pretty girl?’’
You couldn't answer that. You bit your lip, thinking about how you picked up every call, how you didn’t turn off your phone or told somebody else besides Hanni. You didn’t report the things that were occurring. You didn’t change your number of speaked to Taeyong to stop the joke on you as the frat president, knowing he had that type of control. Sometimes you even expected a call, a challenge to your fears, to your control. You liked the attention, the luring feeling of waiting… something. It was true, maybe? You liked the fear, the paranoia? How did they challenged you? You couldn't even begin to unroll those odd questions, bubbling in your mind like poison, confusing you. Making fun of you for… liking it. But admitting that out loud? No way.
Heat rushed to your face, ashamed that, deep inside you, you weren’t that mad. You liked how they took care of you, how they kissed you until you forgot about everything, how their eyes lingered in you after, like they wanted more. Because you wanted them, and they chased you. You blinked at Donhyuck’s neck, unable to hold his eyes, feeling that you got caught doing something wrong. They just confessed being your stalkers, the ones who played with your mind and you felt like an idiot for not realizing sooner.
Their voices, how they spoke to you in those calls, how you never said their names when trying to guess who it was. Maybe, stashed so deep in your mind you don’t even dared to think about it, you knew.
And you kept the game going.
Donghyuck kissed your cheek, laughing when he noticed your face and your silence, how the fire inside you subsided and you were watching him wariness, like he had another card up in his sleeve. Of course, being him, he had. ‘’Maybe you have a thing for psychos, have you thought about that?’’
‘’Look what you made us do, baby,’’ Mark clicked his tongue, giving a hard squeeze to your ass that made you jump with a surprised squeal, your chest colliding with Hyuck’s. ‘’I told you no more running, and what did you do? You hid from me, leaving me blue balled and all alone for days. You think that was fair?’’
‘’Can’t relate,’’ Donghycuks smirked, hand grabbing your jaw and giving a little slap in your cheek with the other, making you whimper. ‘’But that isn't very nice of you, don’t you think? You’re not gonna apologize to Mark, brat?’’
Your breath catched, his harsh, seductive order was clear. Turning over your shoulder to see Mark, his dark eyes followed every one of your movements, waiting. He pressed his glowing erection against your ass, rubbing himself in you and smirking when a soft gasp left you and didn’t pull apart.
You licked your lips, blinking at him timidly, noticing the storm forming in his brown eyes. ‘’I’m s-sorry, I didn’t mean to,’’ you whispered, watching him from underneath your lashes. Mark scoffed and turned you around, grabbing your face, his mouth descending on yours. ‘’I’m sorry, Mark.’’
‘’You fucking better be,’’ he said before kissing you hard, eating the whimper that you left out.
Donghyuck chuckled behind you, taking Mark’s prior position and rutted against your ass, his hands hovering over your body possessively. He kissed your neck and shoulders, making sure to leave marks behind, sucking into your skin as he squeezed your ass. You moaned in Mark’s mouth, daring to take your hand to his hard bulge that was pressing against your stomach.
Mark growled in your lips. ‘’You gotta prove it, baby. If you’re so sorry get on your fucking knees for us,’’ he said, pushing his clothed cock into your hand with a groan.
Donghyuck gave you a deliberate, slow shove to your head, a needy whimper coming out of you as you did what you were told, obeying their commands and kneading in the ground slowly. Your knees touched the soft carpet and you lifted your eyes to them, your hands grabbing at your own thighs tightly, heart going crazy as you expected another order to come your way with heat traveling in your body and pooling between your legs.
‘’Good girl, you love this, don’t you? Having two cocks just for you, ready to fill all your holes,’’ Donghyuck smiled down at you, patting your head sweetly. He slapped you without force, not that hard but enough to move your face, making you moan when he pushed his fingers past your lips at the opportunity. ‘’We have to stretch that throat too, yeah?’’
Your cheeks burned just like your whole body, feeling like you had fallen into a different dimension. All you could feel was the hot, wet throbbing in your cunt, ruining your lace panties. It felt so good being controlled like that, seeing the two men watching you with identical intense gazes, taking in your sexy outfit like it was both a curse and a blessing. It felt powerful. You were the one who turned them like that. So hard for you, desperate for you, so insane for you.
In the middle of your foggy mind you remembered Chenle’s words, talking about how they understood each other. They matched perfectly. Mark and Donghycuk moved like different pieces on a board, but with the same objective. With the same intent of win, of conquer.
They cooed at you when you choked a little around Hyuck’s fingers when he pushed them deep, making you gag a little at the intrusion in your throat, his knuckles glazing past your teeth.
‘’Keep that mouth open,’’ Mark ordered you once Donghycuk took off his fingers, licking your saliva off them. He groaned, pleased when he noticed you even took your tongue out, breathing heavily. ‘’Good girl, doing so well.’’
You whimpered at his words, blushing as you watched how they started undressing, taking off their Ghostface tunics. Their cocks made tents in their pants, the image making you salivate with another needy moan, both males chucking darkly at your eagerness and how an embarrassing amount of spit was dripping from your lips. They quickly took off their pants, stroking their lengths in front of your face, your glazed eyes following their hands, sparkling with sheer lust.
Mark was as big as Donghyuck, veiny and long. You stared hard at both of them, rubbing your thighs timidly to try and get some friction on your palpitating clit. Of course both noticed, Donghyuck being the one who made a ponytail on your hair, throwing your head back.
‘’Aw, are you all hot and bothered, sweetheart?’’ He mocked you, rubbing the tip of his cock on your cheek. ‘’Such a needy slut, all wet and horny.’’
‘’We’re gonna give you what you want, baby,’’ Mark promised you, tapping his cock on your dripping tongue, making you moan softly. ‘’Open big, yeah?’’
You nodded as he pushed his length into your mouth, moaning huskily at the sensation of your wet, warm mouth welcoming him. You sucked him, moving your tongue around him as you bobbed your head with Donghyuck’s help, who kept a tight grip on your hair. Mark’s whole length barely fitted in your mouth but you tried anyway, taking all you could, relaxing your mouth and jaw.
‘’That’s it, keep going, baby. Take it all,’’ Donghyuck praised you, smiling when he heard you gagging around Mark’s dick with every deep push of his. ‘’You’re doing so good for us, you’re made for suck our cocks.’’
‘’Fuuuck,’’ Mark moaned, pushing deeply, slowly into your mouth, dragging his length back and forth. ‘’Feels fucking good, baby, keep sucking,’’ he breathed, shoving his cock down your throat until your eyes filled with tears from the effort of trying to get as much as you could of him. ‘’Such a pretty mouth, taking me all in.’’
Mark removed his cock after some long seconds, cooing at you when you coughed and took a breath, looking so fucking pretty. It was Donghyuck's turn as he pushed his thick cock in your mouth, smirking when you immediately started to suck it, moving your lips around him as your eyes shily holded his gaze.
Your hand reached and started to stroke Mark’s cock, making him moan as you moved your pumped him faster while you sucked Donghyuck eagerly, bobbing your head trying to get all of his length. You let it go with a loud, wet pop, turning your face towards Mark’s and taking him in your mouth again whimpering, not wasting time as you sucked his cock again, making yourself a mess of spit and tears.
‘’Doing so well, you look so pretty like this,’’ Donghyuck moaned, pushing his hips into your hand, sharp eyes watching you full of heat. ‘’Sucking our cocks like a good slut,’’ he purred, grabbing his own dick and slapping it in your face, caressing your soft skin, waiting for his turn.
‘’C’mere baby,’’ Mark said breathlessly, taking a step back and helping you stand up. He laid on the bed and smiled at you, a smug, full on himself smirk that made your knees weaken. Mark pulled you into his body, and you looked at him confused, a little lost about what he wanted. ‘’Sit on my face.’’
‘’Mark!’’ You gasped, burning red. ‘’Thats—’’
‘’Fucking hot,’’ Donghyuck rasped in your ear, pushing you towards his friend’s body. ‘’Let Mark eat your perfect pussy, sweetheart. Show him how wet you are, yeah?’’
Donghyuck grabbed your jaw and kissed you hard, tongue coaxing you to ease, compliant, moaning into his mouth when his hand reached between your legs, catching the wet trace of your slick leaking down your thighs. He rubbed your clit slowly as he played with your tongue, turning you into a whole whimpering mess in no time.
‘’Look at you,’’ Mark said, stroking his cock as he could’t stop watching the way you were making sounds so fucking alluring, hearing the wet noise of your folds being explored by Donghyuck’s fingers. ‘’So fucking soaked, aren’t you? I can’t wait to taste you, baby.’’
Hyuck’s fingers kept taunting you, moving in circles on your clit, making you arch your back in need of more of his touch. Your eyes locked with Mark’s, who maintained his sharp, burning eyes on you, taking in every little detail of your reactions, the erotic, breathless, little sounds you made. Donghyuck pushed one finger inside you, moving it slowly in and out of you, chin placed in your shoulder. You shuddered and gasped loudly when he added another and then more, his three fingers opening you with deep, long thrusts until you clenched around them, the loud, wet sound of your pussy being pounded echoing around you, making Mark and Donghyuck growl.
‘’Don’t keep him waiting,’’ Donghyuck said as he helped you get out of your panties, both males groaning when they noticed it matched our outfit, red lace completely wet in your juices. He tasted you in his fingers, licking them clean. ‘’I’m fucking keeping these,’’ he said under his breath, throwing it into the other bed.
Even if you had it before, nothing really could have prepared you for the feeling of Mark’s mouth on you again, thighs shaking on each side of his head in anticipation, his hot breath crashing against your wet cunt. Mark started giving you long strikes with his tongue until you whimpered, so out of it already you didn’t notice Donghyuck climbing to the bed too.
The position made you feel so exposed and dirty and you liked that. You sinked into Mark’s face, pushing your core into his mouth as he ate you out eagerly, twisting his tongue on your clit and sucking it non stop, pleasure sending shivers down your body. Your hips rolled in his face, moaning and taking his hair in your hands as you rode his mouth moaning like you were in heat. You felt a hand on your head and looked up, encountering Donghyuck’s cock pushing into your mouth.
‘’Open up,’’ he ordered, smiling when you did it immediately, wrapping his length in your mouth and sucking, taking a shaky breath through your nose. ‘’That’s my girl, let me use that pretty mouth.’’
You nodded with a loud moan, moving your hips back and forth on Mark’s face, feeling his hands grabbing your ass and squeezing it, pushing you down into his tongue harder. He pushed it into your entrance, catching every drop of your juices and tasting it desperately, slurping and sucking. Donghyuck used your mouth, thrusting into it over and over, spit dripping from the corners of your mouth and chin as you kept it opened for him, blinking slowly at his twisted expression, eyes burning darky.
‘’Fuck yes, just like that,’’ Donghyuck moaned, holding with one hand onto the headboard of the bed and the other sunk in your hair, your poor nurse headband lost long ago, falled into the ground. You choked on his cock, moaning as Marks gave you a hash suck on your clit. ‘’You look so cute sucking my cock, fuck.’’
Mark didn’t give you any mercy, eating your cunt so viciously it drove you crazy with pleasure, riding his face as you chase your climax, his tongue lapping at your pussy until you crushed his head between your thighs when it was too much, so much pleasure it almost broke you. Your body shook and you moaned with your lips wrapped in Donghyuck’s cock, cuming so hard you thought you may have gone delirious, all to blame on Mark’s expert tongue.
You breathed shakily, barely registering what Donghyuck said as you felt aftershocks of your climax still, Mark’s mouth kissing and moving his tongue on you still, now at a more lazily rhythm that provoked more moans out of you, overstimulated.
‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ Donghyuck whined, fisting his cock close to your face. You nodded and held your mouth open for him, pleading with your teary, clouded eyes and soft tongue hanging. Seeing your mascara lines down your cheeks and your lipstick all smudged, Donghyuck reached his limit. ‘’Swallow, princess. It’s fucking yours.’’
Thick, warm stripes of cum landed in your face and mouth, hearing his labored breaths as he cummed with a deep moan, tasting him on your tongue as you rapidly swallowed his load. You stroked his cock softly with your hand, giving him tiny licks on the tip, sucking it coyly until there were no more drops to taste.
Donghyuck was in the same state as you, a whole mess of moans and remains of the best orgasm he ever had lingering in his body. Mark shifted below you, taking your waist and moving you backwards, inhaling while he licked his lips clean, mouth and chin shining with your slick.
‘’Sweetest pussy I ever taste,’’ he murmured, giving you a sharp smile and a spank to your ass, making you cry in surprise. ‘’I can’t wait to fuck you. C’mere, pretty girl.’’
They were clearly not done with you yet.
His hands guided you exactly where you belonged, his lap. Mark grabbed his shaft, guiding his stiff cock into your folds, sliding it between them, catching your wetness with it. He smiled when he gave you teasing slaps with his length, focusing on your clit until you whined and tried to push him.
‘’That sensitive, baby? I haven’t given you my cock yet and you’re already shattering? Mh, maybe you can’t handle us.’’
‘’N-no, I can! Mark,’’ you said breathlessly when he kept teasing you with his cock, rubbing it in your pussy slowly, making you feel how hard and big he was. Your eyes shut down, lips trembling in a pout. ‘’Please, just—’’
‘’Just what, mmh? Now your needy pussy wants my cock, is that so?’’ He mocked you, his large hands caressing your back and kneading your ass, his lower, intimate voice having such a strong effect on you. You didn’t doubt, pushing your hips back and forth to try and get more friction against his cock, desperate. ‘’C’mon. Talk, baby, or you won’t get anything.’’
‘’Yes, I want it,’’ you cried, the sharp noise Mark made, his breath caught. ‘’Please, can I have it? Just— just fuck me hard, Mark. I need your cock so bad, please.’’
Both males growled, completely mesmerized by you. Hair tousled, make up ruined, making your eyes look more big and wild, lips swollen from kissing and sucking.
You were so fucking theirs.
Mark pressed the tip of his cock on your entrance, smirking when you reacted immediately, your hands grabbing his shoulders and nailing your nails on his skin. He didn’t let you run from it, his strong hands pushing you down on his thick length, making you feel the burn of the stretch, how he made his way inside you until you felt so full you couldn't think.
A hoarse moan left you, clenching around him and causing Mark to gave you another spank in your ass, hard, pushing his hips up until his balls pressed against you.
‘’If you wanted it so bad then fucking take it, baby. Ride my cock,’’ he ordered, watching you intensely. He smirked when you did it, slowly starting to move your hips, your brows slightly furrowed as you tried to do it, but his size didn’t quite help. You whimpered, moving around him and feeling so full and exposed, aching for their touch. Mark coed at you, taking your face in his hands, kissing you. He bit your lip playfully, giving more soft and wet kisses, relaxing you. ‘’Good girl, you’re doing so well, just like that. Take it.’’
‘’Mark, it's so— I’m so full,’’ you moaned, fastening your movements, taking his cock further every time, hitting all your right spots. ‘’I-i feel you everywhere,’’ you said, taking one of his hands and placing it in your lower belly, whimpering. ‘’You’re so deep.’’
You rode him faster, making both of you moan as the pleasure consumed your bodies, nothing in your head, just letting your body take control. Your hips rolled, sinking into him entirely, covering it with a mix of your juices and his precum, your wetness making it more easily to take him as his cock opened and opened you more.
In the middle of it, you sensed something, someone, next to you. Donghyuck kissed your cheek, licking it softly, smiling as he moved his hand down the valley of your breast, pushing down your dress until your tits flew free. He grabbed one and massaged it in his hand possessively, pinching and pulling your sensitive nipples, making Mark whimper of how hard you clenched around his cock.
‘’Fuck, you’re so perfect, baby. This pretty pussy is all ours, no one gets to see you like this, just us,’’ Mark growled, catching one of your nipples with his mouth once Donghyuck withdrew his fingers. He sucked it hard, moving his tongue around you, making you moan and rode him faster. ‘’You’re ruined. No one else will ever fuck your tight pussy like us, you know that, right?’’
‘’Yes, yes, Mark— please, I’m-i’m just yours,’’ you moaned, feeling another hand cradling your jaw. Donghyuck turned your face to him so he could kiss you, opening your mouth with his tongue, moving it lazily against yours.
‘’Mmm, what about me, sweetheart? You’re mine too?’’ Donghyuck whispered cruelly in your ear, tone lowering dangerously. He licked your ear slowly, pushing his tongue inside it and twirling it, the wet sound and sensation making you whimper hard. But that wasn't enough, because soonly his fingers found the point hidden between the cheek of your ass, brushing his fingertips there as he kept making out with your ear.
‘’Yes, fuck, I’m yours too,’’ you murmured, nailing your nails in Mark until he hissed under you, riding him quickly, setting a brutal pace that was destroying both of you. Shallow breaths, broaked moans and growls, just desperately fucking eachother, drunk of passion.
You felt Donghyuck’s fingers gathering some split out of his mouth, winking at you like the devil. His fingers went back to the place they were teasing, feeling how he spread out the wetness in your asshole, making you turn a little alarmed.
‘’Keep riding Mark or we won’t let you come, brat,’’ he warned, using the hold he had in your jaw to turn your head again. He slowly pushed one finger into your tight hole, making your eyes go big by the unknown, but good, intromission. You moaned, standing still, sitting on Mark’s cock, pushing him deep down on you.
Donghyuck moved his finger in and out of your ass, smiling when Mark growled and pushed his pelvis up, thrusting into you. ‘’Pretty princess can’t take it? What you’re gonna do when we both fuck you, huh?’’
His tongue brushed your ear, whispering dirty nothings into you, holding your throat and squeezing it tight enough. Your body almost went limp, feeling your holes dilating, full of them, head spinning. Mark hugged your waist, keeping you still as he rammed into your pussy, fucking you hard and fast, slaming his cock into you until you were a sobbing mess. Donghyuck kept opening your ass two, adding another finger and leaving them there, a hot presence that reminded you that they owned you, your body, your moans, everything. And you were giving it to them.
‘’Oh my God, fuck,’’ you breathed, thighs shaking around Mark’s hips, your eyes dilated. ‘’I’m-im cumming,’’ you cried, letting your body loose, letting them hold you. Your body shook, an explosion of pleasure breaking your body in two, cuming so hard you couldn't even make a sound, just a shallow choke.
‘’Fuck yes, cum on my cock, baby, fuck— so pretty and good, I’m fucking filling you up,’’ Mark said, growling. He slammed his cock into you, making you whimper but letting him use your body, falling into his chest when Donghyuck let the grasp on your neck go.
He stilled inside you, his arms almost crushing you but you didn’t care. Mark looked so good, so feral, some sweat covering his face, remaining you who he looked after an intense basketball game. His hands pushed you against him, holding into you as he cummed hard, filling you to the brim with his load, thick cum warm inside you.
You were destroyed. So deliciously destroyed.
Your eyes were barely opened, your face hid in Mark’s neck, trying to catch your breath. You felt hands caressing you, both Donghyuck and Mark’s, smoothing your skin, leaving soft kisses.
‘’What do we say, sweetheart?’’ Donghyuck reminded you, giving a soft kiss on your shoulder.
‘’Mh, thank you,’’ you murmured with a contently sigh, laying on Mark’s chest completely out of it.
‘’You trained her so well, Haechan,’’ Mark snorted against your temple, his hands now touching you more gently, caressing your waist. ‘’Such a good girl for us, really. ’’
Donghyuck gave him a smug look, his hand tracing softly the line of your column. ‘’Are you okay, sweetheart? Talk to us.’’
‘’I think… you both fucked my soul outta me,’’ you said, too exhausted to open your eyes.
Mark chuckled, hugging you tightly with a soft kiss to your temple. ‘’That’s okay. We can always put it back the same way.’’
‘’Get your cocks away from me,’’ you whined softly, snuggling your face in his neck with a weak laugh, spent.
Donghyuck laughed, moving his eyebrows up and down as he tucked a strand of hair out of your face, fingertips tracing your cheek carefully.
‘’That’s not happening, princess. The quicker you get used to, the better.’’
‘’What now?’’ You asked, blinking groggily, moving your face up a little so you could see both of the boys.
‘’Now we tell you everything,’’ Mark started, taking a deep sigh.
It was hard to fit three people in one small bed, but all of you managed to. You were laying against Donghyuck's chest as he played with your hair, with Mark sitting in front of you both, his hand stroking your leg. Your pretty but uncomfortable dress was long gone, now replaced with Mark’s favorite hoodie, the one that had his team number below his surname written in big, white letters: LEE.
They had cleaned you, hydrated you and forced you to eat some packs of candy and gummies too, all of you sharing them. If someone told you months ago you’d be eating Halloween candy with your crushes after an intense fuck session, you'd laugh in their faces.
You felt more at ease in their presences, not that timid, but still eyeing him, thinking about them. Donghyuck words lingered in your mind as you played absently with the hoodie paws covering your hands. Maybe you have a thing for psychos, have you thought about that?
Well. It looked like you fucking did. You ponder at the thought, unable to stop your little smile.
But you still had things in your chest that you had to say, shadows that were still nagging your mind, questions that needed answers.
‘’You know, you really went overboard with the stabbing thing,’’ you gave them an unamused look, shaking your head. You fixed your eyes on Mark, frowning a little. ‘’And the last call. You had to go all murdery and call me a bitch?’’
‘’What?’’ Donghyuck snapped his head quickly towards Mark, his eyes hardening.
‘’What?’’ Mark repeated, big, brown eyes reflecting how completely lost he was. It was so interesting, how those eyes burned into a storm before, but now they were shining almost innocently. Like the Mark you knew. ‘’What are you talking about? I didn’t call you that.’’
‘’Um— you even said that you’ll cut my throat or something,’’ you laughed dry, the sound coming shallow to your ears. ‘’That was too much. You were… really channeling Scream with that one.’’
He said your name, expression turning serious, eyes studying your face. ‘’Baby, I would never say something like that to you. I mean— I know I say nasty things to you, but never if I don’t know you'd like it. I didn't make that call.’’
Your eyes moved to Donghyuck, frowning. ‘’I didn’t do that call either,’’ he murmured, noticing a heavy, weird feeling falling into all of you, a sudden silence.
You took a deep breath, looking at Mark again, feeling cold even swallowed in his warm hoodie. ‘’But, but what about the other joke? That was so real, like, I through Doyoung wasn't supposed to be here…?’’
‘’Doyoung?’’ Donghyuck said, sharing a confused look with his friend. His hand reached yours, grabbing them softly to get your attention. ‘’You really got us lost here, princess. What are you talking about?’’
‘’How do you even— no wonder he’s majoring in Theater, that was… he’s a really good actor,’’ you eyed both curiously, getting chills at the bloody memory, still a little shaken by it. ‘’Who was that Ghostface? Was it you, Hyuck? Mark was already here, right?’’
The tense, weird silence that deepened made you frown, confused by their reactions. They seemed a little pale, worry radiating from their stiff bodies as you continued talking. Something was wrong.
You licked your dry lips, feeling a little shy of speaking under their intense gazes. ‘’I saw Doyoung getting stabbed, haha, I get it, Scream it’s pretty bloody,’’ you breathed. ‘’I guess you guys are really good at this whole Ghostface thing,’’ you said with a nervous, short laugh. But you stopped laughing slowly when none of your lovers were laughing with you.
They looked… scared. Panicking sliding into their eyes.
Mark’s hand reached and brushed your cheek slowly, his body coming closer to yours. ‘’Baby, that’s—that’s impossible. Doyoung-hyung isn’t here. He left days ago.’’
‘’What? No, that’s— I saw him outside, he was— bleeding and,’’ you stopped yourself, maniacally moving your eyes from one to the other. ‘’Stabbed and… that… that wasn’t any of you?’’
Mark looked increasingly pale by the second, and it was Donghyuck who got out of bed without saying anything in a swift motion, going to the door and making sure it was well locked before picking up his phone from where it was charging with a low curse. It took Mark a few seconds, but he finally reacted, blinking like he just woke up from a profound dream.
‘’We didn’t do that,’’ Mark whispered to you, his tone tainted with uneasiness. ‘’What you saw— that wasn't a joke.’’
SUMMARY: Your crush on the introverted Jisung reaches its limit after several failed attempts to get his attention, so you use your last card and you invite him to a Halloween party without knowing what you've really gotten yourself into.
WARNINGS AND CONTENT: explicit smut, dirty talk, creampie, pussy eating, squirt, mask kink i guess?, unprotected sex, fingering, mentions of blood, murder and death, mentions of past bullying, reader is kinda obsessed, jisung big dick agenda.
WORD COUNT: +17k.
AUTOR'S NOTE: enjoy a halloween fic in august!! also shout out to the bat jisung this is for you baby
‘’Oh my God, not again,’’ Yeji snapped his fingers at you, huffing. ‘’Hellooo, are you even listening to me?’’
‘’Are you gonna actually study or just sit there and glare all day?’’ Seonyun added, bumping you with her knee under the table, making you jump.
You averted your eyes from the other table, from the boy that was receiving all your obsessive attention since you sat with your friends to study earlier. Park Jisung was just sitting there, looking hot and handsome, completely oblivious to the fact that you were losing your mind over him on the other side of the library.
‘’I wasn't glaring, I was… observing,’’ you defended yourself, smiling softly as you closed your notebook and started camping out your things, over with the study session. You were mildly irritated and tired. ‘’It's different.’’
‘’For fuck’s sake,’’ Yeji exasperated again, whining as she also started getting her stuff and gave you a side eye. A very judgemental side eye. ‘’Not you still crushing on that weirdo!’’
You wouldn't call yourself a desperate girl. You never needed or craved attention, because that just came naturally to you your whole life. You grew up being the cute, kind girl that everybody adored. Soft spoken but firm, a natural leader who invited everybody to her birthday parties and it was the event. Good at sports but never the captain, more like the glue that kept everybody together, often praised for being a good teammate who was the spirit of the group and went home with a medal for amazing sportsmanship.
Teachers talked good about you, you were super friendly to all of your classmates who had nothing to say about you but good things, your parents were smug and proud about your reputation and of course, your grades at school. It wasn’t about popularity, because that came and went, eventually. Everything would come to an end sooner or later. It was about being remembered. It was about being a presence in everybody's lives, positive and reassuring. A name that leaves a sweet taste, a girl who never hurt anybody.
You feared that everything would change after you moved to another city with your family for your father’s work, but luckily that didn’t happen. It was a new beginning for your family and you knew that being the new girl brought its benefits, like a new wave of people wanting to meet you, interested and curious, as your life was settling back in. But also it had its challenges for sure, you were flesh meat in a place you didn’t know a single face and high school felt like a jungle sometimes. Things could go south real fast. You had something to prove and worked hard for it: you studied a lot to catch up, you won your place into the fencing team, not without gaining some unfriendly glances from the competition. Your grades didn’t suffer nor did you in the end, and your social life started functioning again when a new group of friends gathered around you once you were approved. Things just escalated from there.
As time passed and you matured even more, you started noticing how you could play with people. Well, maybe play it’s a ugly word. More like you started noticing how people wanted to make you happy. Or at least make you smile, or gain your sympathy, hopefully waiting for you to wave at them in the hallway as you walk to your class.
It was easy, really, how you could make them do things. First, starting with just simple favors like boys holding your books, girls bringing you water after fencing practice or somebody telling you the best books for the upcoming exams. It didn’t come from malice, really, but it was so easy, they were happy to win a minute from you, even just a glance. A soft ‘’thank you’’.
Your teenage years came and so did your stable position in the reign at high school, even if you pretended it didn’t exist. The power was there, but you weren’t an evil, manipulative person. With years and experience you realized that it wasn't the route you preferred or worked in your favor, center in the middle of the spotlight, a pretty doll for everyone to whisper about and pull your parts until you broke. A sort of queen enemy to the public, a tyrant so pretty it caused distrust. No. You knew better than that. You knew what it worked and what not.
You weren’t hiding from the spotlight exactly, but you knew when and how to take a step back and let someone else bathe in the glory and the lights. To you, it was better to sit and observe, starting to collect strings and stories like an ambitious puppeteer.
You created and manipulated people’s trust and so the secrets started coming to you: who hooked up with who, how your best friend Yeji rigged the coronation of the spring princess into her favor, who bought the exam’s answers, how Mrs Kim was fucked in her office for a good grade and an even better recommendation letter, who paid the school to kept the bully case buried. You weren’t hunting for the information, it just came your way and of course, you were a tomb. You didn’t leak anything. You had tons of weapons but chose peace, just looking at your puppets and dusting them with a soft smile, giving them a moment of life.
You didn’t need the queen B title, to be honest. You didn’t care. Your power came from another source, as you realised when you grow up. Men's eyes lingered in you with interest and barely contained lust, girls looked at you up and down and smiled at you, friendly but cautious of your beauty. You were used to enter a room, a class, a coffee shop and the whole world would tilted to your favor; classmates saved you a seat and passed you notes, a kind stranger would pay for your order - hell, you were sure the cute barista from the place you always go was a free coffee away from making the company bankrupt.
But you weren’t a show off, nor all the attention went to inflate your head into an insane ego. You knew that wasn't the most intelligent thing to do and it would just deteriorate everything. You just lived your life, taking all the privileges that came your way silently with soft eyes and a kind smile. At least, until someone really dared to cross you. That was another story.
So, yeah, you wouldn't call yourself a desperate girl. Except you fucking were. And the culprit had no idea, so that was worse, lost in his head with those big headphones and his eyes devouring a book, acting like you weren’t making holes in his head with your eyes.
‘’What about it?’’ You said nonchalantly as you could, trying not to open your jaw and bite at her head. You stole another glance at Jisung. ‘’Weren’t you supposed to be my friend, Yeji? Support me without judgment and all that?’’
Both of your friends shared a look, but it was Yeji who dared to talk after a moment.
‘’Did you hit your head? This is not a judgement free zone, babe. Like at all,’’ she gave a small nod at Jisung’s direction with a frown. ‘’That guy is weird, always alone and has no social life. He’s just a ghost that goes to class and disappears. You think I want that for you?’’
‘’We don’t really know anything about him’’, Seonyun whispered, big eyes full of conspiracy and gossip, ‘’like, he doesn't go to parties, doesn't do any sport… He’s not in any team, not even in the loser's one! Like, he could be in the chess team or something at least.’’
You weren’t impressed. You shrugged with no effort to hide your boredom, lips pressed. ‘’So? Maybe he’s shy or introverted. Just because he’s not an alcoholic jock doesn’t mean he’s a freak,’’ you defend him, feeling protective. ‘’He’s just some guy, Seonyun.’’
Yeji rolled her eyes, giving Seonyun a look that screamed listen to this dumb bitch. ‘’Well, I was classmates in elementary and high school with him. So I do know things about him. Little Jisung was a freak then too. Quiet and always in the corner alone, no wonder nobody liked him.’’
That picked Seonyun's interest. ‘’But Yeji, if he went with you that means he’s rich, right?’’
‘’He was on a scholarship, Seonyun. And that ungrateful rat threw it away when he left in the middle of the year. Guess he couldn't take the pressure,’’ Yeji scoffed.
You were barely listening.
Your obsession started when you saw him at campus a few months ago. And holy fuck. Jisung, with his height, his deep voice, his perfect jaw and that mysterious aura turned you into a pervert. Really. You had your fantasies just like everybody and a normal sex life, but you weren’t a horny monster full of hormones. At least that was what you thought. You didn't believe it was that healthy to spend hours thinking about Jisung’s large and veiny hands on your neck while he railed you. Especially not in class, where you were literally disconnected from the world just to have your horny thoughts in peace. But there you were, your head completely full of images of him.
You tracked him down campus, gained information about his classes and what he was studying, and so you learned he was a future physical therapy doctor. Perfect. He would blend perfectly in your family of doctors. Maybe he could work in your father’s clinic after you two get married.
Since you two shared some classes you couldn't control the way your mind would float and fantasise about him in a series of different scenarios. Like him fingering you under the table in the middle of an exam or him fucking you in the farterst and darkest corner of the library. You were often planning your life together and wondering what his favourite colors were or if he would agree to have the walls of your shared house painted juniper green. And then fuck you against them.
But there was one problem. Park Jisung was completely unaware of your existence.
At first you thought that maybe he had a girlfriend or was another fuckboy who played hard, but you were completely shocked to know that he didn’t had a file of pretty girls waiting for a turn to fuck him. And that, to you, was completely ridiculous. He was just or even more handsome like other popular guys on campus. There were athletes, fuckboys and regular students that belonged in frats, but Park Jisung made them all look so… common. Boring.
And you were going insane.
You didn't get it. Anytime you would see him on campus he was alone. Sometimes he would talk with Zhong Chenle, the captain of the basketball team and a member of Neo Center Tech, but Jisung wasn’t a pledge there or in any other frat. So your only opportunities to see him were in class, at the library or maybe in the hallway, where you obviously gave him the flirting eyes with no success.
To make things worse (on the verge of being catastrophic), you couldn't just forget about him. Bury him in the back of your brain and continue with your life. You tried, of course, but you knew yourself and knew that it wouldn't work. Your sorority was sister to NCT, so big parties were common in your life and a pretty big part of it. Chaotic, funny, wild parties that were legendary on campus started to mean nothing to you. It was background noise that annoyed you. Not that you loved them before but now being surrounded by people, especially drunk people, just made you too agitated. Like there was something missing, or maybe you weren’t supposed to be there. You sat on these parties pouting and falling into a silent pity party for yourself just because Park Jisung, the ghost of the campus, didn't look in your direction? Yeah. A lot of times.
You weren’t discreet at all in your interest for him and of course, Yeji and Seonyun noticed with horror. You were one of the popular girls and Yeji was mortified that you just even thought about involving yourself with such a lame loser, as she called him. She called it an early life crisis and even considered you were on drugs too. One night your friends organized a very drunk attempt to play seven minutes in heaven in the middle of a party and pushed you and Na Jaemin into a closet, thinking that it was a natural solution.
That was when you remembered that inconvenience.
Jaemin had been chasing after you since high school. He was popular and wealthy, the kind of rich with so much power and influence that life to him was as easy as breathing. Things were just given to him. The perfect golden boy that was good at everything and controlled every corner of the world with his sharp smile, calculating eyes and a cruel brain. He was intelligent in a twisted way. He reminded you of yourself sometimes, except he was cold and his armor showed cracks, a fake smiling persona that enjoyed spreading fear on people. Everybody knew what he was capable of and kissed his ass anyways.
If you managed to get some puppets on stage he was the owner of the theatre. And that’s the thing with kings and queens and reigns and power: someone else could have a bigger army and more horses than you. And that meant that sometimes you had to bow.
So you entertained him. Gave him your firsts, kissed him so hard until he believed you were his and moaned his name everytime he was between your legs trying to sew himself into your soul with no success. You weren’t his girlfriend and Jaemin never asked, not even once, because he was smart enough to never put himself in a position of weakness and he was good at reading you too. It takes one to know another, right? He knew you weren’t the pretty and caring princess you painted yourself to be and he actually liked that. Jaemin liked the chase and honestly, that you gave him freedom. He knew that with the right amount of time and pressure you would bend, if you knew what was good for you and your family. He would call you a game, but you were more than that. He was keeping you out of your cage for the moment, but not forever. Nobody would dare to touch Na Jaemin’s girl anyways.
Jisung was still in your mind and it cost everything in you not to scream his name when Jaemin fucked you so hard in that closet you actually cried tears of pleasure.
‘’He’s always wearing black and don’t get me started on that annoying sad boy vibe. One time I had to sit next to him in class and he was listening to Radiohead,’’ Seonyun implored you with her eyes, whispering like it was a huge terrible discovery. ‘’You can’t find that hot.’’
‘’It’s giving serial killer,’’ Yeji joked and Seonyun agreed with a small laugh. ‘’He checks all the boxes, if you think about it. A solitary loser ignored by the world, he only needs a prom and then boom.’’
‘’I think you guys have seen too many slasher movies. Just because he’s not in a damn frat and listens to rock doesn't mean he’s weird,’’ you rolled your eyes, wishing for more patience. You were exhausted from having the same chat over and over for weeks. ‘’Or a serial killer.’’
‘’Alright, babe, whatever you say,’’ Yeji laughed, looking at you a little defiantly. Her pretty eyes sparkle condescendingly, like a mother dealing with a rebel child that will come to her senses. ‘’But you have to admit that he has totally that vibe.’’
‘’Listen, we get it. You like your men tall, all Michael Myers-ish and looking like a catatonic Victorian child. No judgement here,’’ Seonyun added, trying not to laugh but failing miserably when her eyes found Yeji’s and both started giggling making you eye twitch.
‘’Don’t come crying to us when he stabs you,’’ Yeji warned you.
You said nothing as you just stared at them blankly waiting for them to finish, except that they found that cute and more laughable, cooing at you and your annoyed expression.
‘’No judgment here!’’ Seonyun repeated, smiling. ‘’I mean, Yeji hooked up last week with Hendery so do we actually have a saying on who’s weird or not?’’
Yeji snapped her head at her, giving her a pinch in her arm and hissing as she looked around hoping that nobody listened to that. She huffed and looked at Seonyun between mortification and fury. All traces of mockery gone. ‘’Jesus fuck. Can you keep your fucking voice down? Nobody needs to know that.’’
‘’Especially not Jaehyun, right?’’ You asked Yeji, smiling down at her all fake. She tensed a little and reciprocated your smile, knowing that his boyfriend wouldn't find that threesome very funny. Poor Jung Jaehyun was one of the big fish on campus, a handsome lacrosse player with connections so good that Yeji actually had to work very hard for months to finally entangle him in her nets successfully.
She recomposed quickly, adjusting her long hair with a sigh, ready to change the subject. ‘’I just don’t get it. You have Jaemin behind you since we were like sixteen. Na Jaemin. Why the hell are you acting like a lovesick puppy for Park Jisung?’’
You didn't say anything, the tension slowly building up between two queens who didn’t fear each other. History with you was all the way back since being teens, both knowing everything from the other. You liked Yeji or at least liked that she didn’t feel like interfering in your life and annoyed you, but sometimes tense moments will arise when she encountered that you weren't the obedient right hand of hers. And that, sometimes, bothered her. Maybe Yeji felt threatened by you or envious of your situationship with Jaemin and maybe you didn't like that Yeji thought she called the shots. You could knock her down from her tower if you want it to.
Poor Seonyun was in the middle of it, a little uncomfortable but also knowing that these moments of crossed fire were pretty common. And her part was to cool things down as the good friend and peace maker she was, so Seonyun broke the tense silence with a cute laugh as she showed you both her phone in an attempt to distract the two dobermans in front of her from ripping their throats.
‘’Oh my God, Jeno just texted me! He’s asking about the Halloween party!’’ She squealed, writing a response fast. You didn’t say anything but the tension calmed a little, a crisis averted. ‘’I can’t wait, I wanna show him what I’m wearing so bad.’’
A moment of silence passed and Seonyun watched you both with a frozen smile, waiting for any of you to catch the bait. Expecting.
‘’Nana texted me earlier, he wanted to know what we’re gonna wear too. But we don't even know that, hmm? Are we going to the store tomorrow, right?’’ Yeji asked you, a picture of calmness and diplomacy. Calm enough to be the first to give an olive branch.
‘’Sure,’’ you said, turning your head to watch Jisung again and noticing he was packing his stuff too. ‘’Tomorrow.’’
You were tired of wanting and not having. He wasn't doing any move and you started plotting another plan, a plan he couldn't resist. You noticed that the last couple of weeks Jisung had started to look at you. Dead in the eyes. Something had shifted and you wouldn't let it pass. So you had to initiate the approach slowly but surely. First, you advanced some seats in class which wasn’t easy because you were a late student and most of the seats that Jisung used - the first rows - were obviously occupied.
Then, the little smiles and softs ‘’hi’’ started purring out of you and then questions about some paper or book or whatever, answers you didn’t listen to because you were busy staring at his cute mouth moving and his soft but deep voice that actually made you blush. Next part of the plan was your revealing but cute outfits to catch his attention. Nothing extreme or obvious, just enough to make your tits really good, short enough to show your soft legs and thighs. You would lean on your table and push your tits while you played with your pencil and kept your eyes on him.
Jisung realised and looked, as sometimes you felt and even caught his eyes eating you. And then, he would barely smirk in a knowing way and you would end completely disarmed by that. Waiting for him to make a move, but you kept waiting. You were getting frustrated, all horny and bothered. But no more.
You didn't say goodbye as you left your friends, following Jisung out of the library with decisive steps.
‘’Jisung!’’ You called after him, walking fast down the hallway to catch him. He wasn't wearing his headphones anymore and so when he heard his name being called, he turned around doubtfully.
Once he realized it was you, his soft eyes traveled up and down your body, focusing on your pretty top that showed a good amount of cleavage. You smiled at him feeling like the cat that was about to eat the mouse.
‘’Hi, Jisung,’’ you said, a little shy, blinking at him. He muttered something you didn’t quite catch under his breath, averting your eyes as he moved a little nervous. A soft pink colored his ears.
‘’H-hey. Do you need anything?’’ Jisung asked, clearing his throat. You could see his hand tightening in the strap of his bag, wary and tense.
‘’Well, actually, yes. I need your presence,’’ you explained to him, taking a step closer to him. You smiled at Jisung, thinking how cute he looked being a little startled. ‘’There’s a Halloween party this weekend and… wait, do you have any plans?’’
‘’Uh— I… Halloween?’’ He murmured, playing with the strap of his bag nervously. He looked like a tall deer lost in the middle of a fucking speed highway.
You giggled and took something out of your purse: it was a black envelope with a red wax stamp sealing it. You dared to take his hand and pushed into his palm the invitation to the party. ‘’Yeah, Halloween. I would love it if you come,’’ you whispered, staring deep into his eyes. ‘’To the party.’’
Jisung was a second from combusting from awkwardness or anxiety, you didn’t quite know. But, against all odds, Park Jisung finally studied the invitation with curiosity for a moment that felt close to eternity to you, until he nodded a little. Still, there was something unreadable in his eyes, maybe suspicion? It sparkled so fast it may be you just imagining it.
‘’It’s a costume party, so you’ll have to find me that night,’’ you bite your lip, trying not to smile too much and explode right there. ‘’I won’t tell you what I’m wearing.’’
‘’How I’ll know it’s you?’’ Jisung stared at the invitation in his hand scanning it and then at you again. He played with the envelope between his fingers, indecisive. Like he expected to explode at any second and burn him.
‘’That’s easy,’’ you chuckled, holding his gaze. ‘’I will be the one who doesn’t look away,’’ you whispered to him, slow and deliberate. Your words lingered in the space you two shared.
Jisung swallowed. ‘’Then how you’ll know it's me?’’
You blinked a little taken aback, but actually thought about it. Jisung wasn't flirting or teasing you. He was actually curious, waiting for your answer. You tilted your head and stepped into his space, smiling softly when you heard him inhaling sharply. You leaned in slightly, and he didn’t step back.
‘’I’ve been watching you, Jisung. I see you. I’ll know if it’s you.’’
Jisung stayed still, eyes fixed on you, like he was trying to find or resolve something. His expression wasn’t one you were used to. Intensity shined in his eyes and for a second, something dark crossed his face and left just as fast. A black shadow that made him look more like a wolf than a deer, but It didn’t scare you, it lured you. You wanted to see it again.
But then his posture sagged a little and took a step back, looking away from you.
‘’You don’t know me,’’ he muttered, a touch of defiance in his tone. ‘’How could you know?’’
You smiled up at him, no mask. Not pretending, not trying to grab at his strings and making him another pretty puppet to play with. A sincere smile that lights up your pretty face. Heart beating fast just from standing in front of him, dying to touch him. You looked at him like you were about to whisper a life secret, just for him to hear.
‘’I know exactly who you are,’’ you said, lifting your fingers to trace his cheek gently. ‘’And I know what you can become.’’
You felt him shudder a little under your touch, his eyes didn’t leave yours until the moment broke when more people came out of the library, students you didn’t know. You smiled at Jisung again, this time, more playful and flirty, taking a step back. The hallway was spinning from the rush you felt, heart jumping from excitement.
‘’Don’t get lost, yeah? I’d hate to go looking out for you,’’ you said softly, passing by Jisung to leave, your body brushing his like a whisper. A soft trace of your perfume engulfed him. ‘’Don’t make me wait.’’
You didn’t see him crumpling the card in his closed and shaking fist, staring at you until your figure disappeared with burning eyes and his jaw pressed tight.
In life, sacrifices had to be made. And you supposed one of them was shopping with your frenemy in a random, old costume shop. You liked the place and thought it had his charm, but some find it creepy. And well… it kinda was. Mr Lee’s Costumes and Mascots apparently froze sometime in the eighties as it was obvious from the decoration and the vibe, but time kept going outside the store so it turned into a weird combination of really old and very new items. It had a lot of racks of costumes spread throughout the store, going from classic and cute costumes for kids like clowns and skeletons to the most wild and modern, like a sexy Pokemon.
There were mascot costumes displayed too and even the first one ever from your high school behind glass, like the precious piece of history it was. The place was poorly lit and full of old stuff that no one ever buyed, mirrors and nostalgia buried in dust. Old mannequins wearing costumes full of spiderwebs and long hallways where the fittings rooms were. Shelves were full of masks, wigs and accessories that had seen better decades.
There were clowns everywhere too, and that was indeed creepy. Life size clown figures. You wondered what crossed in Mr Lee’s head to think that was a good decoration theme. Sometimes you thought maybe Mr Lee had cameras in their eyes from preventing stealing, because every time you moved you felt watched. You came close to one of the clown figures in the corner, staring at his face up close and studying his empty eyes, holding your breath. Waiting for something to happen.
‘’Shit,’’ you said, jumping startled when your phone made a loud noise. You took a step back and frowned at all the messages from the Devil accumulating.
dickhead na jaemin: are you trying on costumes without me? i'm hurt
dickhead na jaemin: i’ll paid for it so let me pick.
dickhead na jaemin: are you ignoring me now?
dickhead na jaemin: do us both a favor and don’t wear anything innocent it doest fucking fit you anyway.
dickhead na jaemin: im starting to think you like making me wait.
you: jesus go bother somebody else
dickhead na jaemin: i like bothering you. let me pick your costume. i’ll behave
you: you’re disgusting and im busy
dickhead na jaemin: and yet you still answer me. cute.
dickhead na jaemin: busy doing what exactly?
You rolled your eyes and moved to the next rack of costumes, actually not knowing what to wear. Halloween was a special night to you and you wanted to use the best and most beautiful costume. What would Jisung like? Sexy? Classic? Bloody? You were scanning the options when your phone rang again, making you tighten your jaw.
dickhead na jaemin: im being dead serious. i don’t want anybody staring at you. don't dress like a whore.
you: i’ll dress to make whorever i want stare
dickhead na jaemin: let me fucking guess. Tall? quiet? freak?
You almost dropped your phone, staring at the screen with a shiver down your spine. The three dots on the screen moved and another text from Jaemin came. You could imagine him grinning triumphally, thinking he set a game and was about to win it.
dickhead na jaemin: ding ding ding! your little friend can't keep quiet, doesn't she?
Your eyes snapped to Yeji across the shop, where she was trying on a pink wig and taking photos in the most clean mirror that was.
you: i don't know what are you talking about but leave him out of this
dickhead na jaemin: why? can’t take a joke? he never could either.
you: leave me alone and stop texting me
dickhead na jaemin: god you’re so dramatic and fun. enjoy your shopping princess.
The air around you felt colder, suffocating. You watched her looking at her photos and giggling, so unaware of the chaos and fury inside you brewing slowly. You stepped forward towards her, seeing red. Hands itching to hit her against the mirror and taint it with her betrayal until she cried bloody tears. You stood behind her, watching her silently in the mirror until she lifted her eyes and smiled at you.
‘’Did you find something slutty?’’
You ripped her pink wig and threw it at her face, seething.
‘’You told Jaemin about him,’’ you said, voice cold. Yeji's face didn’t fall, just keeping her smile in place and shrugging. She didn’t deny it. She rolled her eyes in the mirror and turned around, facing you smugly with zero intent of hiding it.
‘’Don’t act like it was a secret. You go around acting like a slut and you think your boyfriend won’t find out?’’
‘’I don’t have a boyfriend,’’ you reminded her, taking a step further into her space and pushing her against the mirror. ‘’Don’t try to spin this on me, Yeji. What’s your damn problem? Why do you care so much?’’
‘’Ohhhh, not the serious face,’’ Yeji purred, pushing your buttons when she wrapped her arms around your neck. She watched you get more furious with a satisfied smile, giggling. ‘’You should be grateful, you know? You have everything but of course you don’t play by the rules. Oh, no, you’re so different and good.’’
‘’Don’t push your luck, Yeji,’’ you said, smacking her arms out of you, voice dripping with venom and barely contained rage. ‘’You really fucked it up.’’
Yeji booed at you, laughing a little and then pouting mockingly. She tilted her head and dropped her smile, turning a little serious. ‘’Why? Because I don’t want you to fall from grace or because I warned Jaemin you’re a cheater slut?’’
‘’If you want Jaemin so much just fucking take him and leave me alone,’’ you snapped, fisting your hands. ‘’You’ll be making me a favor anyways.’’
‘’Please, I could have him if I wanted it, babe. Don’t need your permission. What I want is for you to stop acting like you’re better than us,’’ Yeji hissed, pushing her off the mirror to come close to your face. ‘’You’re as fucked up like me, but you love playing the good girl. And now what? You wanna get the nerd and pretend you’re above us?’’
You laughed bitterly, huffing. ‘’Oh my God, so that’s it? That’s what bothers you, Yeji? You can’t control something and you think you have a say in my life? You are really something.’’
‘’I do have a say in your pathetic life because I’m your friend and you’re being reckless.’’
You turned around and took a breath, trying to control yourself from strangling her. You didn’t want to do that in Mr Lee’s shop but things were getting difficult and your patience was thinner by the minute. You just didn’t get it, how she couldn't back off and leave you alone. You snorted and shook your head.
‘’I’m being reckless with what? My taste in men?’’
Yeji’s body came closer to your back, soft breasts against you. She moved your hair back and rested her chin on your shoulder, looking at you with those sharp, vixen eyes that softened just enough. She hugged you from behind and you didn’t move.
‘’Don’t want you to drag Park Jisung back into our lives,’’ she warned into your ear, venomously. ‘’He’s in the past and belongs there. This is your last warning. Don’t piss me off, babe.’’
You didn’t say anything as you stared in front of you, a slow smirk forming on your lips. With a short snort your body relaxed a little and you looked over your shoulder, your nose brushing hers. ‘’I think you’re really confused here, so let me be clear,’’ you said softly, staring at her eyes. ‘’Don’t get in my way, Yeji. I don’t wanna fight with you, just like I don’t wanna show Jaehyun’s family what you do in Professor Suh's office. Getting on your knees for a better grade…’’ you sighed, shaking your head, ‘’I don’t think Mrs Jung will appreciate that, Yeji. It’s a little vulgar.’’
Yeji’s face fell and she paled a little, but still maintained her composure. You could see how the wheels in her mind were speeding in panic and confusion, the way her body trembled with anger gave her away. Your smile got bigger, enjoying how her determined exterior was crumbling right in front of you like a house of cards hit with a strong wind. Your threat hung there, cold and mocking. ‘’How do you know that?’’
‘’Girls!’’
Mr Lee appeared from behind the counter with his coat on, looking in a hurry but wearing his characteristic kind smile anyways. He couldn't sense the tension between you and Yeji, both smiling at him like nothing, separating like a bomb wasn't about to go off just seconds ago and take the store down. He jogged a little to the door, watching you both with a frown.
‘’I have to go home, our cat climbed to the roof again and my wife is worried,’’ he explained with a sigh. ‘’I swear that animal wants to bet his nine lives and gave us a heart attack at the same time.’’
You smiled politely and Yeji did the same, but it was forced and stiff, like you both were hiding a mess behind your backs. Mr Lee pointed at you and Yeji with his keys and gave both a stern look, like a dad scolding his daughters.
‘’I’ll come back in ten minutes, max. Don’t burn the place down, no drama and boys while I’m gone, understood?’’
‘’Yes, Mr Lee,’’ both you and Yeji replied. Mr Lee stepped outside and left with the bell of the store ringing behind him, leaving the store in charge of two very mad girls.
Yeji picked up the pink wig from the floor and threw it on the counter as she passed by, making a bee line to the door, fuming and red.
‘’You’re leaving? You didn’t pick a costume,’’ you called her, standing in your place.
‘’I won’t waste my precious time dealing with you,’’ she huffed, not looking back. ‘’Jaehyun is waiting for me. Have fun finding something that fits your pathetic ass,’’ Yeji taunted you, sending you a flying kiss before closing the door with a loud bang that made the shop windows shake.
You stood there, alone, in the middle of the still and silent store. You enjoyed the loneliness of it for a while, shopping quietly and trying to dissipate the tension that seemed to follow you like a shadow, heavy at your shoulders. Luckily, no other customers entered the store but you could see through the big windows that people started filling the streets, buying and preparing for Halloween, stores giving free samples of new candy and coffee that tasted like pumpkins. A group of people dressed as Ghostface passed by the costume shop and they hit the glass with their plastic knives, running away afterwards they caught your attention like it was the most funny thing in the world.
You went deeper into the store, to the racks in the back where there were the long dresses. Some mannequins lined the hallway wearing antique costumes, dresses with masquerade masks and porcelain decorating their faces, like they froze dancing in the middle of a mysterious ball. A gown caught your attention and you took it, feeling how soft the black velvet was in your hands. It was vintage and kinda gothic, something created for a woman that wanted to torment her lover. The fabric cascaded to the floor, dark and dramatic, creating a smooth silhouette. You studied the dress with a smile forming on your face, imagining how it would look on you and how it fitted with Jisung style. You moved back into the store and to the change rooms, when the sound of the bell on the door stopped you before you could get far.
‘’Mr Lee? I was gonna try on this dress,’’ you called, walking again. The old man hadn't answered you and made you frown, a little worried. ‘’Mr Lee?’’
You stopped on your tracks.
A man was standing in the middle of the store. Tall and silent, wearing all black and a mask on his face— a clown mask. It wasn’t like the ones you saw in the store. This one seemed really old, a vintage mask, the kind that looked like it belonged to a circus maybe hundred of years ago and filled kid’s hearts with laughter back then. But now, in the present, it caused an unsettled feeling, uncanny and intriguing. It gave the impression that it didn’t belong there, in the present. It was both haunting and wrong.
The mask was broken with black cracks from use, maybe a little dirty too. Like it was just picked out from a forgotten box filled with dust and time. The clown wasn't smiling but not serious either, frozen in a strange expression, closer to nostalgia. To you, it almost looked sad, a lost Pierrot waiting for the last applause, like the end came too fast and was confused by it. A quiet rage.
So you were in an almost empty costume shop at night and a stranger was blocking your way. The realistic feeling was for sure to panic, or felt definitely in danger, but you weren’t someone who fell into fear like that. Instead you breathed in and out and kept your head cold, remembering how common it was for frat boys to run around scaring girls, luring people into their parties, doing mischief and pranks on everybody. This was just a customer and you were overreacting a little, startled by his disturbing, silent presence.
Still, your pulse was accelerating and your throat felt dry, feeling his eyes on you.
‘’Uh, are you… looking for a costume?’’ You asked, holding the gown onto your chest like it was armor. Your voice quivered enough to make it obvious that you were a little taken aback. ‘’Mr Lee isn't here.’’
The stranger moved his head. No. Silence filled the store and you didn’t dare to say something else. He started to walk slowly to you, moving through the racks and getting closer and closer, not rushing. But there wasn’t hesitation either, those black eyes from the mask fixed on you.
‘’Well, Mr Lee should be coming soon, so,’’ you vacillated a little, turning around quickly. ‘’Wait for him, I guess.’’
You went into the last fitting room, the one that was at the end of the aisle, far from the world. You catched a glance of you in the huge mirror that decorated the aisle and gave you a vision of the whole store, seeing not only yourself but the man with the mask not far behind you. He followed you. The velvet curtain shut behind you and you stared at it, waiting. But nothing happened or moved, the curtain still and the store silent. You started to undress slowly, skin tickling with anticipation, your heart pounding heavily.
You sensed his presence behind the curtain, slow steps taking the stranger there. A flash of fear stroked you, your senses sharpening with each second. The only sound was your breath and every rush of the clothes you were dropping to the floor, just standing in your white lingerie, lace innocent and angelic, delicate. You were pretending that the stranger wasn't right there. Waiting and listening. Breathing behind the mask.
Maybe it shouldn't be making you wet and you shouldn't rub your thighs together with a sigh. It was wrong to feel a little thrill when you should be shuddering with fear or screaming, but you didn’t care. You were listening to your body and not your mind, trying to imagine what the stranger was thinking outside. What did he wanna do to you? How would he touch you? Your questions were interrupted when you saw long fingers peeking from outside, like crawls trying not to scare a prey, moving the curtain aside unhurriedly, the dark figure stepping into your space not long after. He filled the small fitting room and towered over you.
Your eyes stared at him in the mirror, feeling his warm body glued to your back. You gasped when the stranger raised his hand suddenly and something shone on it, something sharp and dangerous, too fast to stop it. Not that you were quick enough to even try to stop him. Your body froze as the masked man traced the lines of your collarbones with the end of his knife, moving it slowly to your chest, like a lover’s caress. A sharp feather exploring your sensitive skin, kissing it with softness. You held your breath, biting on your lip to not make any sound, not that you trusted your voice. Or what you were capable of saying to him. You let him explore your body and your curves, his knife tracing your stomach and your belly button like he was testing the limits. How far would you let him go?
You pushed back your ass tentatively, testing the waters as you rubbed his cock slowly, feeling him hardening against you. A breathless moan left you when his hand closed around your throat and he moved his knife precisely, too easy for him. He cut the straps of your bra and exposed your tits, giving them a hard squeeze with his hand. With a firm push he cornered you against the mirror and pushed your face there, now rubbing himself more freely in your ass and making you moan while he played with your tits. He pinched and twisted your nipples until you whined and pushed against him, feeling how your pussy was dripping and throbbing.
The stranger tore off what was left of your broken bra roughly, like he was personally offended by the lace against your skin. With a firm movement of his hands he stretched the fabric and used it to cover your eyes, tying a tight knot at the top of your neck that sent you into darkness.
‘’W—what are you doing?’’ You whispered a little breathless, bringing one of your hands back to try to touch it, but the stranger slapped it off fast.
Both of his hands folded your arms behind your back and gave them a firm squeeze, and you understood immediately: don’t you dare move them. You heard him moving behind you but couldn't see anything from the position and the blindfold, heat pooling in your stomach. The man grabbed your ass cheeks and squeezed them roughly and possessively, giving you a hard spank that made you gasp loudly and the mask drowned his chuckle. You parted your legs and bended a little, offering yourself to him, letting him see the sticky mess between your thighs. His long fingers caressed your aching pussy over your panties, making you clench around nothing.
‘’Are you gonna do something or are you just keep haunting me?’’ You said mockingly, pushing onto his hand, whining. You swear you heard him saying something, but when he moved your panties aside and his fingers pushed deep into your dripping cunt, your mind went blank.
The stranger moved them in and out slowly, opening your hole with two fingers that reached deep, making you moan loudly. He curled them and stroked the point that made you tremble and curse, the stranger fucking your cunt more quickly and hard, making wet noises everytime he thrushted his fingers inside you, daring to add a third. He relentless his thrust, now taking his time to stretch your hole slowly. You were making a mess in his hand, dripping and moaning without a care, feeling a delicious pleasure fill your veins and mind. He took his fingers out and slapped your ass again, making you whine and jump when suddenly you felt something different— wet and soft against your warm core.
‘’Oh my God,’’ you gasped, his hands grabbing at your hips and pushing his face between your legs, mouth lapping at your folds like it was a dessert. ‘’Yes.’’
His tongue moved in circles around your clit, mouth slurping licking your sticky folds like he couldn't get enough. The stranger’s nose bumped into your hole every time he dived in and ate you like a starving animal, pushing his tongue and flattening it, recollecting your juices with it. You were dying to grab his hair and ride his face but you obeyed and didn’t move your arms, but that didn’t mean you didn't try it. He caught you fast and growled against your pussy, sending vibrations that weakened your legs, making you whine when he spanked you again in punishment. The stranger shoved his fingers inside you, ruthless and rapid, using his other hand to circle your clit at the same rhythm, making you shake from the pleasure and the pressure forming inside you.
Your cunt throbbed and wetter even more, letting the stranger push your limits when his tongue licked your ass. You jumped a little but melted quickly, pushing your ass to his face and whimpering, craving more and feeling how the stranger’s spit was leaking down your slit. His finger caught it and shoved it into your hole with his fingers, creating a damp mess from his saliva and your slick, making you combust on the spot with a breathless moan when it was too much.
You came hard as you grinded the stranger's face and rode his fingers, pushing your throbbing pussy against him, whimpering with need. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth and his flattened tongue, using him to prolong your orgasm until it made you feel overwhelmed. He gave you soft and long licks, making figures with his tongue on your soaked folds and thighs, like he couldn't get enough of tasting you.
The stranger drove his fingers still wet from your slick past your lips, until you closed around his knuckles and sucked them. He moved his fingers on your mouth slowly and profoundly, making you taste yourself and gag a little when he pushed his veiny fingers too far up your throat. His other hand traveled down your body, barely rubbing your clit, your body twitching from the sensitiveness, moaning around his fingers.
‘’Girls, I’m back! Did you find something you like? I see the store still standing, so that’s good.’’
Mr Lee's voice ruined the dream you were floating and you whined a little in panic still sucking the masked man fingers. Holy shit. You stumbled a little when you straightened up in a hurry and tried to take the blindfold off, only to be stopped by a pair of firm hands. You both waited a moment, hearing Mr Lee was far away still and that’s when he let you go, pushing you softly against the mirror again and retrieving the knife forgotten on the wooden floor. You took off the blindfold just in time to see him leaving like nothing happened, mask on and walking out of the store without Mr Lee realizing as he was hanging his coat behind the counter. Just like a ghost unnoticed, taking advantage of the shadows of the night that engulfed the old store.
You stood in the fitting room, breath caught and body tingling with desire, aching for more.
If hell existed on Earth, for sure it was located exactly between Jaemin and Lee Donghyuck, drunk and annoying.
You sipped from your cup of coffee with too much sugar, not really in the mood for drinking in the middle of the week like your friend group. It was a pre party, something to give a taste of what’s coming for and pass the time. Meaning, a reason to get drunk in the middle of the week, not that the frat actually needed an excuse for it. Music pulsated loud, drowning conversations and smoke filled the room, but your mood didn’t fit the other’s, students coming with Halloween costumes, making out in the corners, playing beer pong with vodka.
Yeji’s techno house playlist was giving you a headache and the smell of liquor wasn’t doing any good either, nor the loud laughs that sounded like a bunch of crows. You were more silent than normal, maybe a little nostalgic, body still imagining the masked man tongue on you. Reviving it over and over like a dream, like if you concentrated enough you could feel his hands again on you. A wave of longing hit you and you sighed, which caught Jaemin’s attention next to you. You weren’t on talking terms with him or Yeji and it was for the best, not in the mood to be annoyed by them.
Even if he was pretty high the sharpness didn’t disappear from his eyes or his smile. You weren’t fooling anyone, but especially not him. You were the image of a statue, tense and looking more like you preferred to be anywhere but there, pretending to listen Donghyuck talking about the last girl he fucked at some party with blank eyes blinking at him. Maybe your body was reacting on its own, because you were sitting on the edge of the couch like you were about to run out of there at any minute.
‘’Are you bored?’’ He wondered, palm coming to rest on your tight and making you flinch slightly when he squeezed it. Jaemin took a sip of his beer without taking his eyes off you. He had his look on his face, slightly annoyed from being ignored for too long and a little playful, and that meant trouble. That meant he was about to start a game with you.
You forced yourself to relax more and shrugged a little. Still, you nodded and everted his gaze like it was nothing, taking another sip. ‘’Mmm, yeah, kinda,’’ you fake yawned, stretching your legs a little. ‘’It was a long week and I’m tired. I think I’m heading out.’’
Donghyuck stared at you frowning. ‘’Awww, what? It’s not even midnight,’’ he whined, shaking your arm. He looked around the room lazily, like some king choosing some interesting paws to entertain him and his friends. ‘’We should play a game!’’
‘’Let’s play questions!’’ Some girl squealed excitedly, coming to sit on the arm of the couch. You didn’t even remember her name. Soojin? Sooya? Your brain gave up and didn’t function enough to recall her name, easily forgotten in some dusty storage in your head.
The girl came to sit in the arm on the couch next to Donghyuck, giving him a flirty smile that he matched right away, stealing a glance at her pretty legs crossing.
‘’That's a good idea, baby,’’ Donghyuck smirked, putting his arm around your shoulders and giving you a little shake, like he was trying to wake up. ‘’C’mon, don’t be so boring. This is my party and you’re hurting my feelings.’’
‘’Don’t bother our girl, Hyuckie, she’s not in the mood these days,’’ Yeji warned him, joining the group, followed by her boyfriend. Her pretty dress sparkled when she moved to the other couch to sit there, next to Seonyun and Jeno. Jaehun stayed behind her, smirking and fixing his disheveled hair. ‘’You should know better than mess with her.’’
Donghyuck listened and tilted his head, moving his eyes to you more scrutinizing. ‘’What is it, pretty girl? You can tell me. This asshole isn't making you cum lately?’’ Hyuck sent a mocking sympathy look from above your head to Jaemin, who responded by simply pulling his hair until he yelped and twisted in his place trying to get away. ‘’Alright, man! Chill, I’m sorry, fuck, it was a joke!’’
‘’Wait, are you still with her, Jaemin?’’ The girl from before asked, looking at him with so much unhidden hunger. She played with the straw from her drink with her tongue flirty, completely ignoring that you were sitting right next to him. ‘’I thought you were single, you know.’’
‘’Oh my God, is that true?’’ Another girl squealed, eyes gleaming from the juicy gossip unraveling right in front of her. She looked at you with curiosity and a little glint of envy, eyes scanning the figure of Jaemin sitting on the couch like the king he was, legs parted. ‘’That’s like, crazy. You’re totally boyfriend material, Jaemin.’’
You resisted the urge to laugh at their faces and instead sipped from your coffee again, drowning your thoughts with the oversweet taste of cold brew. If they only knew.
‘’Hold on, you’re actually single?’’ Jeno asked Jaemin, settling on the edge of the sofa with his elbows on his knees, suddenly interested in the conversation. He raised his brows, smirking slowly. He barely glanced at you. ‘’So she’s fair game now?’’
Seonyun smacked his arm and her expression turned sour, trying to remind Jeno that she was still there, glued to his side. Trying to pretend that she wasn't bothered by his comment. ‘’That’s so dumb, everybody knows they’re together since always,’’ she insisted, sending a look your way. ‘’Right, honey?’’
Yeji snorted, laughing to herself a little too drunk to notice your murderous eyes on her when you heard her.
‘’How about we hear it from the bachelor himself?’’ Donghyuck proposed, opening another bottle of beer. He took his heart dramatically, looking at Jaemin with hooded eyes, completely drunk. ‘’Tell us, Romeo, is there true love there in your tiny heart?’’
‘’There is love, Hyuck. And it burns just for her,’’ Jaemin said, brushing some hair from your face, tricking your ear with a low chuckle when he came closer. ‘’But I’m heartbroken. She doesn’t want me.’’
The group gathered around went crazy. The girls giggled and screamed with delight, envious but enjoying the gossip. Jeno laid on his back lazily, tracing your body with his gaze like he was planning to put a bet on your head and get the prize. Donghyuck was hardly sober to catch quickly on the drama and looked at you like he expected to laugh it off and joke about it too, but you stayed there silent and fuming. Jaemin enjoyed the little chaos he caused, smiling like he was actually a sheepish little boy rejected by his first love. He loved your irritated face and wanted more.
‘’I know a lot of girls that would want you, Jaemin,’’ another girl chimed in, barely containing her excitement or intentions. ‘’I can take you to—’’
‘’I only want her,’’ Jaemin silenced her fast, tone sharp, smile tight. You recognized the anger and the mocking burning in his eyes, too familiar and calculating. Like he didn’t know if to play with you or cut your head first. ‘’But she has a crush on somebody else. I bet you can’t even imagine who he is,’’ he taunted, laughing. ‘’It’s so sad.’’
Another explosion of laughter and chaos erupted. Jeno and Donghyuck roared with laughter, completely entertained with the mess Jaemin was making. Yeji and Seonyun shared a somewhat worried look and then looked at you, the first shrugging a little like saying you know this was coming. They weren’t about to throw you a life jacket, that was for sure. Thinking that they were capable of defending you was ridiculous. You tried to stand up but Jaemin’s hand shot up too fast, yanking down with strength, so smooth that nobody noticed how his hand squeezed your wrist with warning. You said nothing as you kept your composure knowing that there was no exit, squeezed between Jaemin and Donghyuck.
‘’Who’s the lucky bastard?’’ Jeno asked. He was too interested, ignoring how Seonyun snuggled to his side.
Jaemin smiled slowly, showing all his perfect teeth. He basked in the atmosphere, delaying the drama and making himself a shot before answering all the attention on him. He sighed loudly while looking at you, then a Jeno. ‘’Fucking Park Jisung.’’
‘’Shut the fuck up,’’ Jeno wheezed, shocked. A loud laugh escaped him, staring at Jaemin like he couldn't believe it. ‘’Park? Dude… that’s the most crazy downgrade. You gotta be kidding.’’
Donghyuck frowned, too drunk to catch on the name. ‘’Uh? Who the fuck is Park Jisung?’’
‘’You know who he is, you dumbass,’’ Yeji rolled her eyes, laughing a little. ‘’He was our classmate, remember? That tall, pale kid, the one who always cried.’’
Recognition flashed through Donghyuck's face, like he suddenly put a face on that name. Jaemin said nothing but his silence did, making Donghyuck straight up laugh even harder, covering his mouth, still shocked. ‘’Oh, shit. No way. Pee Pants Park?’’
You straighten up a little, frowning at Donghyuck. What?
‘’Your girl left you for Pee Pants Park? This is the best fucking day of my life,’’ Donghyuck wheezed, clapping his hand on Jaemin’s shoulder like he was consoling him.
Everybody ignored you, but that comment made all the group laugh again, sharing knowing looks and grinning like they were replaying a shared joke in their heads. You tensed and waited, an odd feeling tightening your stomach, making you feel anxious. This little scene wasn’t over.
‘’Oh my God, I forgot about that one,’’ Yeji gasped, grinning. She baited her eyelashes to Jaehyun, who was close to her, listening. ‘’You gotta hear this, baby, it’s so funny.’’
‘’That shit wasn’t that funny,’’ Jeno said, getting himself a new cold beer. He smiled anyway, snorting. ‘’Okay, it kind of was.’’
‘’What are you talking about?’’ You asked suddenly, making everybody go silent for a second. Your sharp tone made everybody share some looks again, smiling behind their drinks and acting like you were out of their little sphere. It made you grind your teeth, irritated, knowing that they weren’t up to no good.
Jaemin was the one who finally spoke, his face a mask of mock sympathy. ‘’Oh, right, you weren’t here around that time,’’ he murmured, pretending like he realized that just in that moment. He clicked his tongue and shook his head, frowning. ‘’Ah, poor little Jisung. Someone thought it be funny to prank him, push him inside a gym locker and leave him there for the weekend.’’
‘’That’s too much,’’ Jeno said, pouting a little. He chuckled. ‘’And fucked up. I bet he cried a lot when he heard the lock closing.’’
‘’He begged like a little bitch,’’ Donghyuck cleaned fake tears, acting like he was sobbing. ‘’Nooo, don’t leave me here! Come back! It was so sad, guys.’’
A new chorus of laughter erupted around you, sick and maniac, crawling at your skin like millions of needles. The realisation hit you like a punch. They locked him up, they left him there for days. Confined, alone and scared in the darkness.
‘’He always cried, like, take a joke for fuck’s sake,’’ Yeji added, huffing. ‘’Have some sense of humour, you know. It’s not that deep.’’
Jaemin chuckled and nodded, moving his attention to you again. ‘’When the janitor found him, he was drenched. This loser actually pissed himself,’’ he laughed, unable to continue. He took a deep breath. ‘’He couldn't even speak! He broke or something.’’
‘’It’s not like he was the biggest talker in the world anyways,’’ Yeji snickered. ‘’Not a loss, if you ask me.’’
‘’Park didn’t show up the next day, or the next, or the next,’’ Jeno explained, ‘’just disappeared like that. He left a mark on the locker and left,’’ he joked.
‘’He lost the scholarship and everything,’’ Donghyuck whistled, faking pity. He clicked this tongue, taking a sip of his beer. ‘’Damn. Poor dude. It must suck being a little bitch,’’ he added. ‘’That couldn't be me.’’
‘’Don’t be so sure,’’ Jeno joked, laughing when Donghyuck gave him the middle finger and fake-threatened to throw his bottle at him.
Your knuckles were white from holding onto your skirt, barely listening to what they were saying. Disgust and sadness dripped down your body, engulfing you in a sea of something thick and cold that made your heart freeze and break. The repulsing feeling was too strong, filling your eyes with tears, not able to stay there no even a second longer.
‘’You’re all sick,’’ you started, standing and throwing what was left on your coffee on the table. Everybody went silent, one of the girls yelped when coffee splashed her a little. ‘’The most disgusting people I’ve ever met,’’ you snapped, voice steady even if your boy was shaking a little.
Donghyuck broke the silence with a wheeze of laughter and everybody followed him, staring at you like you were the most ridiculous thing in the world. Jeno couldn't even form a sentence, doubled over in laughter with Seonyun.
Nobody tried to stop you when you stormed to the door, seeing red and heartbroken, fists shaking with the desire to punch them and erase their horrible laughter. You didn't see Jaemin coming after you, nor did you expect him to throw you against the door and close it with a bang, preventing you from leaving and making you yelp with surprise and pain.
‘’Don’t fucking touch me!’’ You seethed, pushing him hard.
‘’Yah, are you mad for real? We were just telling a little story,’’ he smiled, holding you tightly. ‘’Just remembering our school days, princess. I didn’t think it would bother you like that.’’
You stared at his wide, fake innocent eyes, seeing how they shone with mockery and something darker and evil. You knew right there it was him the culprit, the one who was enjoying it even after so many years passed. ‘’How could you do something like that?’’ You whispered.
Jaemin frowned, tilting his head confused. ‘’Like what? It was just a joke. You’re overreacting,’’ he said, voice still tainted with amusement. ‘’Just like him.’’
‘’Don’t ever touch me again,’’ you spat, pushing him again until he finally let you go. ‘’Get your fucking head checked and leave me alone, Jaemin.’’
Jaemin's smile deepened, all unhinged and entertained. His jaw was tight, traces or anger in his eyes, not enjoying your challenging tone. ‘’Shit, you do like ruined stuff, don’t you? Maybe Yeji was right and you’re too pathetic for me.’’
‘’Fuck you,’’ you responded, staring face to face to him. ‘’And make your miserable head understand this— stay away from him too. Don’t even try it, Jaemin.’’
He chuckled, slamming his hand next to your head with force. He leaned in, smug but menacing. ‘’Or what? What are you gonna do, huh?’’
‘’Don’t think I won’t ruin you, Jaemin,’’ you warned him, low. ‘’I know too much shit.’’
‘’You think you can threaten me over him?’’ He laughed in your face, scoffing. Jaemin’s expression faltered slightly, enough to make any trace of fun disappear. ‘’You’re more lost than I thought. Don’t start something that will end you, princess. I don’t wanna play like that, you know what I’m capable of.’’
He came closer to you, brushing his lips in your clenched jaw, barely kissing. His other hand cupped your cheek and caressed it with his thumb, staring at you with more of a soft expression. Jaemin tried to kiss you and you shierked, pushing him and turning your face to the side, filled with disgust.
‘’I know exactly what you’re capable of, Jaemin,’’ you whispered, grabbing his wrist and moving away from his touch like it burned it. ‘’That doesn't scare me. The thing is, you don’t know what I’m capable of.’’
‘’We both know you can’t let me go, not for long,’’ he insisted, turning serious. Lighting flashed in his eyes, a storm that made him quieter but deadly. ‘’You always come back. You belong to me, not to a ghost. A freak with a pathetic past and no future.’’
You chuckled tired, opening the door. ‘’That freak is more human than all of you combined, Jaemin,’’ you muttered, not bothering to close the door when you stepped out.
He called your name but you didn’t turn back, steeping into the rain and walking fast, wanting to leave everything behind. Your body was shaking a little but the cold rain wasn't the culprit, something inside you was setting, heavy and icy. Tears fell on your face, blending with the rain, heart tormented thinking about what they did to Jisung, what other things you didn’t know? Why couldn't you have arrived earlier in the past and protected him, made things different for him? It hurt you knowing how alone he surely was back then, betrayed and pranked with cruelty.
You weren’t that naïve to believe that things ended with your exit, because you knew them all too well. Jaemin wasn’t someone to have as an enemy. Stepping out was just out of order, and sooner or later they will make sure to tighten your strap to learn your lesson. But when that happened, you would be prepared. Waiting.
Protecting.
The day before Halloween you were on a mission.
‘’Oh! I found you!’’ You smiled out of breath from the stairs, staring at the man sitting on the floor. ‘’Here you are, Ji.’’
He looked up from his book, brushing the bangs that fell into his vision. The black hoodie was too big for his body, hanging and drowning him. Jisung didn’t seem surprised, more like he was waiting for you to appear. He went back to his book, unimpressed. ‘’You followed me.’’
You fake gasped, stepping more into the book aisle. ‘’That’s a little rude,’’ you defended yourself while you studied some books, reading their titles one by one, humming low until you found something you liked. You grabbed Carrie and you flipped the yellow pages, barely reading some sentences. ‘’You make it sound like it’s bad.’’
Jisung was tucked away in a far corner of the library, too quiet and dusty. The place where people didn’t go and some whispered that it was haunted and others suggested it was the best point to make out. It was where the old books were sent to die of forgetfulness, close to the system ventilation that hummed nearby like a continuous low lullaby. The distant hum accompanied the rustle of old pages and distant conversations in the library, creating what to you seemed like a cozy corner, warm by the sundown that entered by the big window.
Sitting cross legged on the floor, Jisung watched you come closer until you settled down next to him. ‘’I don’t like people cornering me,’’ he said with a sigh, a little annoyed. But he didn’t tell you to leave, nor did he move away. He closed his book and leaned back, careful. ‘’What do you want?’’
Funny. ‘’Keep you company,’’ you simply responded, your arm brushing his. You peeked closer. ‘’What are you reading, Ji?’’
Jisung smothered his palm over the old cover that was barely holding on from the use and time, stitched everywhere with pieces of tape trying to keep it together. ‘’Why did you invite me to the party?’’ He blurted.
His expression turned unreadable, pressing his lips like he regretted asking that but couldn't control his curiosity. Jisung didn't look at you when scoffed quietly, opening his book again.
‘’Nevermind—’’
‘’Because I want you there,’’ you answered, trying to catch his eyes. You stretched your legs and smoothed down your perfect skirt with an unknown sensation that made you a little fidgety, needing to do something. Nervousism. ‘’I already told you, Ji. I wanna spend Halloween with you, is that so terrible?’’
‘’You should spend it with your friends,’’ Jisung disagreed, unable to disguise the bite in this tone. Like saying left a sour taste in his mouth. He huffed tiredly. ‘’I don’t know if they sent you or what—’’
Jisung stopped talking suddenly, a weird tension settled between you and him, his posture stiff and cautious, like a cat about to run away at the first movement. You released the remaining air in your lungs until you deflated against the wall. You bit your lip, thinking of the best way to express what weighed on the tip of your tongue, not quite sure how to face the fragile situation in your hands.
‘’Jisung, nobody sent me,’’ you said, looking at him. ‘’I know everything that happened, what they did to you—’’
‘’Stop.’’
‘’I heard it all and I’m sorry. They’re not my friends,’’ you reassured him, eyes begging for him to believe you. ‘’I wish there’s something I could—’’
‘’So that’s it? You pity me?’’ Jisung accused, jaw tight and closing the book with force. His ears were red from the growing anger, still he didn’t dare to look at you.
‘’What? No! Jisung— that’s not it. Just… I wish I could do the same to them. Make them pay.’’
That made him look. Really look. Jisung stared at you with too many emotions flashing on his face, fighting for dominion like his mind couldn't choose just one. Anger, surprise, vulnerability, relief, even pain. They break free from being caged away. Jisung’s gaze studied you, from your lips to your eyes, searching for something, maybe doubt or a lie. Relaxing a little when you didn't laugh cruelly or drove him to some kind of prank, but not trusting yet.
You covered his hand with yours carefully, sensing how cold it was. You stroke it gently, trying to warm it, outlining every vein and knuckle in silence. Just breathing with him, waiting. His hand twitched a little and you stopped the tremor holding his hand closer, moving it slowly to your thigh, fingers intertwined.
‘’They’re untouchable,’’ he whispered with spite, bitter and angry. ‘’They believe they can get away with it forever.’’
Some heartbeats passed until you spoke again. ‘’Then maybe it’s time for some payback,’’ you pointed out, giving him a squeeze and smiling a little when he didn’t remove his hand from your grip. ‘’Don’t you know that nothing last forever?’’
You didn't see it coming, the way he pushed you and leaned over your body, caging you with a firm push. A gasp faded in your throat, still and silent when you noticed Jisung was too close and your body reacted immediately, lax and surrendered to him, looking at him even playfully. Well, well, he was exactly where you fantasised so many times. Your hands reached for his face but Jisung grabbed both your wrists, pushing them down to the carpet floor.
‘’What are you playing? You think I’m the same kid they hit and bullied? The kid who cried and stayed silent? The one they pushed into lockers?’’ He asked you, low and with a calm that was too disturbing, dangerous. A mask with something dark hiding behind it, but still, you could see a small part of him wondering. Could he trust you? Asking for answers, begging for something or someone to believe him. To anchor him. ‘’You think you know everything about me?’’
You untangled yourself from his grip carefully and gently stroked his hair, brushing it back so you could see his black eyes staring back at you intensely. Jisung didn’t move, staring at you with a frown and a muscle in his cheek, like he was holding himself from snapping again.
‘’No,’’ you whispered, playing with the black strands softly. ‘’You’re different, a stronger version. And they should be scared of it,’’ you pushed his nape down, trying to kiss him.
‘’I told you I don’t need your sympathy,’’ Jisung sneered, brushing your lips with every word. ‘’You’re not my savior.’’
You chuckled amused and dragged him down roughly, heart fluttering with butterflies. ‘’I’m not here to save you, Jisung.’’
Jisung frowning a little, doubtful and hissing when you pushed up your hips, grinding slowly against him. You kissed and bitten along his jaw, holding him prisoner between your legs, trying to relax him, to make him understand. Your tongue circled his ear and sucked the earlobe, biting under it and making him suck a breath.
‘’I’m here to stay,’’ you continued, tracing his neck with more kisses and love bites, trying to mark his pale skin. A low sound left him and you smirked, dragging your nails down the nape of his neck and sending shivers down his spine. ‘’I’m here to hold you.’’
His mouth crashed into yours, hot and consuming, taking you by surprise. He wasn't gentle nor soft, just taking ownership of your lips with possessive kisses that took away your air. His tongue moved deeply, playing with yours as his hands roamed down your body, squeezing your waist and thighs, rubbing himself shamelessly against your clothed pussy. A small part of you, maybe a tiny piece of common sense reminded you that you were in the library still, open to whoever wanted to see you and him grinding in each other and kissing until your lips were swollen in a lost corner.
‘’Ji—’’ you moaned, silencing yourself when Jisung suddenly flipped your positions. You ended up sitting on top of him, a little breathless, with his hands slipping under your soft cotton shirt. You didn’t waste a second, kissing him again eagerly and holding onto his hoodie as you licked his mouth and tongue, desperate for more.
‘’You tempt me this whole time, acting like a pretty slut,’’ he mocked you, chuckling low. His hands were quick, unbuttoning your shirt until your pretty and pink lacy bra was in sight, making him groan by the view. Jisung pushed his face onto your chest, licking and biting your smooth skin, pushing your bra down with a harsh tug. ‘’Offering yourself to me like a needy girl.’’
You pressed your hips down, rubbing yourself on his cock, feeling his length under his pants. A whimper left you, too soaked and hot to care if somebody listened. You moved back and forth, grinding on the shape of his dick slowly and torturing.
Jisung’s mouth latched into one of your nipples and sucked hard, tongue wrapping around it. He made a low content sound and you pushed him closer, moaning just for him as he flipped his tongue and sucked over and over, fine lips closing around the bud. ‘’What would Jaemin think if he sees you like this? Dripping and desperate for another man?’’
‘’I don’t care,’’ you gasped, opening your legs even more to rub faster, but it wasn't enough, you needed more. You were glad from his sweatpants and how easily it was to slide your hand inside it, mouth watering at the feeling of his hard, warm cock in your hand. The slow strokes made Jisung moan, muffed by the way he was pressing his face on your chest, kissing and licking your tits until red marks appeared. ‘’I’m not his. I just want you, Ji, please—’’
‘’You’re just an easy slut, don’t you? So easy and desperate,’’ he clicked his tongue disapprovingly, hands reaching to grab your ass and give it a firm squeeze under your skirt. ‘’Dying for me to fuck you. Take my cock out,’’ he gave you a spank and you barely held your loud moan. ‘’Now. Don’t make me wait. Now you’re shy?’’
‘’Mmmh! Somebody could hear us,’’ you panned, looking behind you. The sundown had ended long ago and the library was plunged into darkness, with only a few traces of warm light from a few lamps on the tables downstairs. Even so, they didn't reach the corner where you and Jisung were, but you didn't know if anyone checked these places around closing time. That sent you a thrill and you stroked his cock faster, mouth watering for him. ‘’I’m not shy.’’
‘’Then keep quiet,’’ Jisung rasped, smirking. He leaned his head back and looked at you so boldly and confident it made your pussy throb, your grip on his cock strengthening. Your hand moved up and down more quickly, making him groan and moan, breath stuttering when you let a string of split fell on it. ‘’Fuck— that’s it. Keep touching me.’’
You pulled down his pants enough to free his cock, staring at it with big eyes, moaning softly. He was… huge. Long and thick, with a pink head and veins, one of the prettiest cocks you've ever seen, just for you. You lifted your gaze back to his face, pouting a little. ‘’I don’t know…,’’ you fake hesitated, rubbing your thumb on the tip delicately. ‘’You’re too bossy for somebody who acted like he didn’t want me.’’
He grabbed your arms and held them behind your back with a groan, making you arch for him. His mouth descended to your neck, sucking biting hard, not a trace of gentleness. ‘’And you’re too mouthy,’’ Jisung said, moving his free hand down. His fingers moved your panties and slid through your folds, soft and wet with your arousal. ‘’Dripping too much to pretend you don’t need my cock.’’
You bit your lip when he brushed his fingers on your clit, massaging it slowly, making circles. Jisung bit and licked your collarbones hearing your soft moans every time he applied just the right pressure, rubbing your clit faster until your thighs tightened around him.
‘’So soft and pretty,’’ he whispered, moving his touch and pushing his fingers inside you too easily, slow and deep, chuckling when you took a shaky breath. You tried to free your arms but it was impossible, Jisung could hold you down with just one strong hand.
Your eyes closed and your forehead touched his, inhaling. ‘’Mhm, Ji— feels so good.’’
‘’Let me open your little hole,’’ he whispered against your cheek, feeling how you coated his fingers with your slick. Your gummy walls clenched around his fingers moved faster, searching so deep it made you squeal a little. He kissed you and ate your moans, a war of tangues and spit, exploring and conquering. A dirty kiss between you too that made you crazy with need. Jisung sucked and played with your tongue as the wet noise your pussy made every time he shoved his fingers into your hole echoed around, too obscene, so loud. ‘’That’s it, let me in, just fucking gave it to me.’’
Jisung curled his fingers, so far inside you you could barely think. Your body was hot and burning, crying against his lips when he pushed too quickly, too deep, just right, making you chase that feeling. Your hips rolled, needing to push him even further, moaning as you fell into his chest, breathing in his neck. The pressure was building deliciously and heated, the pleasure mixing with the adrenaline of somebody hearing how you soaked Jisung’s fingers.
‘’You're gonna cum like a good girl, don’t you? Opening yourself to me, giving me this pretty pussy,’’ he muttered with a raspy voice, kissing your cheek and jaw, pumping his fingers fast and deep, making you moan again when he added another. The stretch was too good and your hips moved against his fingers, riding them urgently. ‘’That’s it, make a fucking mess. Keep going,’’ he demanded.
‘’Jisung— fuck, don’t stop,’’ you moaned, still chasing the pleasure. The tension inside you broke and you crushed under it, whimpering when your orgasm hit you and you clenched around his fingers, overwhelmed when he didn’t stop. Jisung made sure to prolong your orgasm, still bumping his fingers in and out lazily until you whined and tried to push him apart, making him chuckle.
‘’Don’t run from it,’’ he said as he fastened the pace, fucking your pussy again. He let you go off your arm and you didn’t doubt a second to hug him, shifting in his lap. You hold onto him whimpering but keeping your thighs apart, hole clenching and dripping, sensitive and pulsing. ‘’You’re gonna take it and make a mess on the carpet.’’
Your eyes widened and you shook your head. ‘’I can’t— Jisung, stop, I never done that—’’
His big palm pressed firmly against your mouth to quiet you. You never saw that look on him, so mean and hot, dominant, only able to blink a little surprised by it. You knew Jisung wasn’t what he was showing to the world, but this side was everything you could dream of and exactly who he was. Suddenly you were pushed on your back, spread on the carpet. Jisung towered over you and shoved his fingers inside you again while his other hand closed around your throat, keeping you down while he thrusted inside you ruthlessly.
‘’I didn’t ask you,’’ he taunted you, coming closer to your mouth and licking it. ‘’You're gonna squirt around my fingers until you drench the carpet,’’ Jisung shifted closer, staring at your eyes. ‘’And if you don’t, I’ll keep going until you do. Don’t make a sound, yeah? We don't want somebody finding you like this, skirt up and legs opened, letting some freak use your pussy like he wants.’’
His words made you moan his name, hole tightening when he loosened the grip on your throat, just to move it onto your lower stomach. He pushed his palm there, curving his fingers inside you until he reached the point that made you whine and go crazy, bumping it over and over. Overstimulation wasn’t enough to explain how your body felt, burning and clenching, a sensation accumulating inside you that you tried to control but failed when Jisung moved a fourth finger inside you, dilating your cunt with no mercy. It was too much, too deep and fast, your mouth opening with no sound and nowhere to run.
Your pussy pulsated and gushed, both of your hands pressed in your mouth to control your moans and whines when you cummed again. Jisung’s fingers were relentless, claiming you and leaving no other choice than to obey him, back arching and a wet feeling exploring inside you.
‘’Fuck, that’s it, let it go,’’ Jisung commanded you, smirking at the liquid bursting out of you. You were lax on the floor, breathing heavily and spent and too sensitive to respond. He licked his fingers looking down at you, an arrogant glint in his eyes when he hummed your name. ‘’You taste so good.’’
Your eyes were teary from the pleasure and bliss, blinking dumbly at him, so cute and used that made Jisung smile. Steps on the stairs made him pause and listen, straightening up enough to spy from the bookshelf hidden in the shadows. A student was there, leaving a book where it belonged and lingering in the aisle, searching for another title.
‘’Don’t make a sound,’’ he whispered in your mouth, kissing you as he pressed you to the carpet. He kneaded your tits and kept your legs apart, making you whimper softly. His touch was gentle but possessive, kissing you deep but soft, your body melting against his. ‘’We got company.’’
‘’Don’t care,’’ you responded, kissing him and rubbing your body against his. Your hands found his cock and you kept stroking it with swift moves, smiling when he shuddered and gripped you tightly. ‘’I need you’’, you complained. He hissed and he dropped his head on your shoulder, inhaling your smell and brushing your hair back to bite onto your neck. A low groan left Jisung when guided his cock to your pussy, rubbing it in your folds and slapping the tip on your clit. ‘’Please Ji. Just the tip?’’
Another voice joined in and Jisung groaned when another student joined the other, helping him looking for a book. Jisung sighed and held you close, driving his length onto your hole and covering your mouth with his hand as he slid the tip in. ‘’Fuck, your pussy didn’t loose, did it?’’
You were tight and warm, too inviting and tempting. You held a moan as he pushed a little more than just the tip, making your cunt stretch around him, barely taking it. ‘’It’s too big,’’ you whimpered, holding onto him. You loved the feeling and the burn, getting wetter because of his size, feeling small.
The two students turned their heads around, thinking that they heard something, maybe a whisper or a step. Totally unaware that you were being stretched out a few aisles back, trying to keep silent. They found the book that they needed and quickly left the place, hurrying to the stairs and hushing about how maybe those old aisles were indeed haunted.
‘’You can take me,’’ he whispered in your ear, hands cupping your tits and leaving kisses there, tongue circling your nipples. He squeezed them and kissed your neck next, letting you get used to his thickness before sliding in more, making you moan again. ‘’Fuck, you’re so tight, let me— I know you can take more.’’
Jisung pushed his cock further and way past the tip and your mind went blank, just feeling his cock opening you completely. He thrusted a little and you arched, body burning and drowning in the intense sensation, never felt this close to anyone. You creamed around him and clenched, too desperate to take it slow. ‘’Just fuck me. Put it all in, Ji.’’
He thrusted again, burying himself inch by inch until you whimpered and took him— too deep and big, overwhelming you. Your fingers circled your clit lazily, staring up at him with blurry eyes and lips swollen from kissing so hard.
‘’Mmh, fuck, Ji— you feel so good,’’ you moaned, sobbing when he pressed his cock deeply, thrusting slowly and eyes focused in the way your pussy was tightening around his lenght. ‘’Keep going baby, use my hole, use me.’’
Jisung groaned and slammed himself in, holding your tights up and opened, keeping his moves slow and profound. The sensation of being inside you was too much, so tight and warm and his, it made him lose his mind. It was impossible not to fuck you harder, no when you were so opened and begging for him, for his cock. You were moaning and babbling, eyes rolling back every time he hit that spot inside you fast and hard, your pussy dilatating and creaming. The sight destroyed Jisung, who was ramming into your pussy like a mad man, too gone to even care if someone listened to him fucking you raw and deep, balls slapping.
‘’Tightest fucking pussy in the world, you’re sucking me in,’’ he moaned, shoving his cock with no mercy onto you. ‘’This is what you wanted? Now take my cock like a good slut.’’
A new orgasm hit you and you sobbed, hearing the wet sound you were making and the way his balls hit your ass every time he shoved his cock onto your pussy. You clenched around him and made him groan, fastening his pace. The pleasure swirled in your body driving you insane, too full and opened, swearing you felt him in your lower stomach. Your wildest, filthiest dreams were coming true and you couldn't help the lazy smile that formed in your lips, an intense desire to mark him forever and made him yours. Knowing that he was just where he belonged and you planned on keeping him there with you.
‘’Cum inside me,’’ you whispered, holding his gaze with imploring eyes, lips searching for him. ‘’Please Ji, fill me up, I want your cum dripping from me,’’ you begged, too stimulated and mind cloudy from the pleasure. ‘’Please, please, please.’’
Jisung’s pace faltered a little and his thrust turned sloppy, ears red and sweaty, just as destroyed as you were. ‘’Yeah? You want me to fill you up? Make you mine?’’
You nodded with another moan when he pounded your pussy harder and fast, taking everything from you. ‘’Need your cum, baby,’’ you panned, ‘’fill me up until it flows.’’
He slammed his cock deep and his body jerked when he came, buried inside you with a low groan. His cock twitched and you whimpered at the sensation of being totally full, your pussy milking every drop of his cum eagerly. You never let anybody cum inside you and the warm, wet feeling made you moan. Just knowing that it was Jisung breeding you made everything better and you hold onto him with a smirk. He thrusted again, lazy and slow and you whimpered when you felt how some of his cum leaked from your hole, thick and warm.
You held his face and kissed him, caressing his back and shoulders as he enjoyed the aftershocks of his orgasm, caging you to the floor with his weight. ‘’Mmmm, don’t pull out, Ji. Don’t move, just stay like this.’’
‘’We’re in the middle of the library,’’ he replied, but obeyed nonetheless. He stayed buried deep, pulsing, making you feel filled and happy. Too tired to move, you kissed his jaw and lips, smiling softly as you both came back from the high, breathing together. A silence settled between you and Jisung, but it wasn’t awkward or tense. He stared back at you, moving a strand of your hair out of your face too gently. ‘’You’re really pretty,’’ he whispered.
You stole another kiss, soft and featherly. ‘’Does this mean you’re going to the party?’’
Jisung let out a quiet laugh, hiding his face on your neck, rubbing his mouth where your pulse beat quickly. ‘’I'll make time.’'
You were alone in your room doing your makeup too concentrated, listening to your favourite playlist, humming to the songs while you painted your face. You were buzzing with energy and excitement, eating way too much Halloween candy during the day to try to extinguish your nerves. Fucking with Jisung in the library didn’t mean that your crush on him calmed a little, it was more like throwing gasoline at an uncontrolled fire. Just because he rearranged your insides didn’t mean that you were calm about seeing tonight and you wanted to cause an impression on him and eat him up completely after, dress prettily and make him go crazy. You sighed and stared at your wall with stars in your eyes, studying the pictures decorating it like every time you felt a little anxious or sad. There were a lot of different pictures in different locations, like the campus, buildings, the library, even the coffee shop or him in his car. But your favorite was the one where Jisung was attacked by a blast of wind and his dark hair was everywhere, him frowning cutely with his nose scrunched and holding onto his coat. He was just so cute.
Maybe you should give some kind of late bonus to the photographer who followed and took all your precious photos of Jisung during the year. You were almost done with your makeup, studying yourself in the mirror, comparing it with a photo of Morticia Addams you downloaded to your phone looking for perfection. The foundation shade was way too much lighter, almost white. Your cheeks were contoured with a grey color and your lips painted a deep shade of red, eyes sharp with dark eyeliner and too much eyeshadow, looking theatrical and dramatic. The dress hugged on your body tightly, elegant and royal, a velvet dream created to seduce and kill.
You were ready and giving yourself the last touches, applying perfume and admiring your dress once again on you in the mirror with intern giggles when your phone ringered. Messages from Zhong Chenle were there, coming one after the other, new and urgent.
CXZ: you there?? yo i heard your friends after practice talking shit about jisung
CXZ: jaemin was saying something about old school traditions? whatever that mean. i dont have a good feeling about this
CXZ: theyre looking for an empty locker now
CXZ: why im the only one panicking i see you reading my texts
you: thank you. turn off the cameras please and go to the party x
CXZ: 👍
You replied instantly, your fingers trembling as you hit send. A wave of silent fury surged through you, violent and hot, still your chest felt icy with a quiet rage that slowly took over you. Stay calm, breathe. They were really going to do it. They were going to touch him. After everything. After all the warnings. They had chosen to cross a line so deeply carved in you it might as well have been bone. Your ex friend group was dead set on testing you and daring to touch Jisung, and what was worse, you didn’t know where he was. A shaky breath left you like a sob, wondering all the possibilities, could they grab him before you? What if they already did? The thought cut deep, pure panic that sent you running through the door.
You did know where they were.
The campus was deserted, obviously, as it was a Saturday night and everybody was in parties all around town, costumes and cheap liquor and a promise for a good Halloween eve. No witness could see the way you were walking like you owned the place, stepping into the corridors with your wheels clicking loudly in the silence, the darkness swallowing your black figure like a veil. The cameras weren’t running thanks to Chenle, you didn’t want any trace or proof of you or Jisung there, making sure there were blind spots everywhere. You never went to the locker room before or the sports building, feeding your nerves when it took you some minutes to finally reach the place, now stalking the corridors like you were the one chasing them.
You stopped suddenly as if you had crashed into an invisible wall, shocked. Your eyes followed something on the floor, dark and gross, moving across the ground like a snake. It was a puddle coming from the girls' bathroom and extending down the hallway with a strong flow. Blood. You ran towards it, dodging the puddle of blood although the hem of your long dress caught some of it, heart threatening to leave your body. No, no, no. Please, they can’t hurt him.
The moment you pushed the bathroom’s door you thought you were actually about to die. The idea of seeing Jisung hurt like that, bloody and alone, was too much for your mind to handle, sending a chill down your spine. Tears filled your eyes, imploring whoever god was listening to you not to take Jisung away from you when you stepped into the bathroom.
A scream threatened to leave your throat when you saw somebody on the floor, broken and spread in an awkward position. Her long, red hair floated on the floor like a doll who fell from a shelf, waiting for someone to pick her up. Her witch costume was drenched in blood but untouched, covering her delicate and stiff figure. Her neck was slided open, clean, a wound you never saw before and it made you tremble. The worst part was her mouth, wide opened and empty, her tongue laying next to her head like a forgotten piece.
‘’Oh my God,’’ you whispered, taking a breath. Relief filled your body and you leaned on the wall, huffing. ‘’It’s just you.’’
The mirrors in the bathroom were all broken, some parts on the floor or fallen on the sinks. But one was intact, the one behind Yeji. You read what was written on it, red letters that were dripping with blood that didn’t dry yet. Fresh.
Silence suits you.
You went to the main corridor, determined in your search of Jisung. A part of you knew that he was there, somewhere, but you couldn't hear anybody. When you turned a corner you spotted the door gym, half closed, like it was inviting you. Your principal plan was to find Jisung and get the hell out, but curiosity was a strong attraction that you couldn't control. You weren’t so much in a hurry now, feeling more cautious as you walked there, knowing that it was obvious that you weren’t alone in the building. Jaemin and the others could still be there.
You entered the gym slowly, expecting something to jump out in front of you, but there was no noise or anyone. The place was too dark to see anyways. When you turned to leave a sudden noise stopped you in your tracks, a loud one. The scoreboard came to life out of nowhere like a game just began, music echoing the place and its red and green lights flashing the bodies of Donghyuck and Jeno hanging from the basketball hoops. Tied and beaten, blood pooling below each hoop, still wearing their hockey jerseys, now completely ruined and tainted.
Their eyes were opened and frozen forever, like they couldn't still believe what came to them. Donghyuck’s head was slumped to the side, showing a huge hole in his head, part of it missed it. Jeno was different, just as broken but his face was carved, ugly cuts everywhere like they were a last thought, ruining his beauty. Both of them hang slowly, balanced by their own weights like forgotten puppets.
You didn’t look back when you left, feeling the air grow cold and heavy, still not a trace from Jisung. You knew that the principal stage was what Jaemin most likely wanted to repeat and you went straight to it. The locker room wasn’t far from the gym, and surprisingly, it wasn’t immersed in darkness.
The fluorescent light bulbs were on, humming a little with their annoying buzzing sound. The place was what you expected, wood branches and trophies behind glass, the coach office closed, a faint smell of sweat and the floor scraped from being walked on so many times, missing some pieces of paint.
‘’Jisung? Are you here?’’ You called softly, stepping more into the room. Your voice was too calm to compare to what was going on inside you. Fear and anxiety filled your veins, making you fidgety and nervous. You hated playing hide and seek when you were little.
You started seeing the signs of what happened there. A branch was thrown, blood droplets started to become large stains that made a horrible trail towards a locker, like somebody was dragged there. The red, syrupy blood flowed like a river from the locker’s base, slow and haunting. Your whole body froze, heart stopping for a whole second when panic filled you so hard it gave you whiplash.
You reached out, trembling, not caring if your dress was caught in the pool of blood. You pulled at the locker trying to open the old metal, trying several times until the door gave way and suddenly opened.
You blinked your tears and sniffed when you encountered the body inside it or well, what was left of him. Jaemin was… ruined. Broken in a way so brutal and wild it was difficult to know what actually killed him. His body was twisted and pushed into the locker in an unnatural way, blood everywhere. His throat was opened with a deep slice, face blue and violet, cut from maybe hard punches and jaw too wide, like it was yawning. It fell too low, broken and out of place.
You swear, this little game was giving you a headache and a little heart attack every time you entered a room, stress and discomfort tugging at your body.
Inside the locker were scratches and hand-shaped bloody marks, like he was trying to escape even if there was no way out. You stared at Jaemin’s dead body, turning your head when you heard a door opening slowly.
Your breath was caught when you saw someone coming from the coach office, standing not far from you and just looking at you. He was wearing the same outfit from the costume store, but now the delicate and old mask was tainted with blood everywhere, ruined. It was a shame, really. You didn’t know what he was expecting, maybe for you to run and scream, still like a statue waiting for you to make the first move. It felt like an invisible clock was ticking, or maybe it was just your heart fluttering. The stranger’s hand was gripping a knife, low but firm, shaking a little.
Your eyes traced the killer’s figure slowly in silence, like a warm caress. A scoff left you and you shut the locker’s door, caging Jaemin there again.
‘’You’re lucky I like you, because this was expensive dress.’’
The masked man tilted his head, cautious and unsure. He was still grabbing the big knife, dripping blood from its edge, twirling it on his palm like it was still alive and hungry for more, for another victim. You came closer, calm and steady, trying to show him how open you were, reaching surely. Still, you doubted a little, remembering how he didn’t like to be cornered, trying to give him space and don’t come too fast to him. You dared to cover his fist with your hand and your thumb brushed the skin of his wrist, smiling up at him softly.
‘’If you kiss me right now, I might forgive you,’’ you whispered, your fingers tracing his mask and wiping away a red spot. ‘’I’m a little jealous, you know. You were chasing another girl while I was home getting pretty for you.’’
His chest trembled and you heard a little scoff, like he was laughing under his clown mask. He dropped the knife and grabbed at your waist with both hands, pressing you against him. It felt a little surprising, yet not quite doubtful, but his touch relaxed and turned more slow and deliberate. No hesitation, no doubt, touching you with a hint of possessiveness he dared to set free. His hands were warm against your bare back as he brushed his mask against your cheek, trying to catch your perfume.
‘’You were looking for me?’’ He asked, voice low and rasp, muffled by the mask he still was wearing.
You hummed. ‘’I’m always following you, Ji.’’
With a tentative move you lifted your hands, carefully taking off his mask and smiling when his bangs fell onto his eyes. The embrace was intimate, charged with tension and desire. You wrapped your arms around his neck, staring at him like he was your everything, so obsessively in love. Jisung smiled a little timid, pressing a kiss to your lips.
‘’Let’s go to the party,’’ you whispered against his lips, kissing him softly. ‘’'You can rip my dress this time.’'
of course mark is interrupting the pipe laying session. minors do not interact.
WC: 0.5k
pairing: haechan x fem!reader ft. mark
a/n: this is my first ever post! this was just gathering dust in my drafts so hopefully it’s not too bad. I had a bit of fun with it so enjoy plz!! ><
“Fuck~” Haechan is already gripping your hips, trying to ground himself from how tight you are. The overwatch game on the screen behind you has been completely forgotten at this point.
With your hands on his shoulders, you slowly slide yourself up and down on his cock. You can’t help but moan at the feeling of him stretching you so deeply. Haechan has his head tossed back against the gaming chair headrest, hips lifting to meet your cunt.
“You’re so good to me, baby. Fuck.” Haechan whines, his eyes squeezing shut. A loud ding echoes in the room and you falter for a second, but seeing the state of bliss Haechan is in, you choose to ignore it.
Ding.
Ding.
A huff leaves your lips at the distraction. “Hyuck, can you turn off your phone?” You stop bouncing on his cock for a moment. He whines but still gives in, “Hand it to me, then.”
Reaching behind you, you grab his phone off his desk and hand it to him but just as he went to mute it, it rings. Haechan groans at the interruption but answers the call, pulling the phone up to his ear while tapping your hip, motioning you to continue fucking him. You do what he wants and begin sliding back down onto him, giggling slightly as you watch his eyes roll back into his head.
“Mark, I’m quite literally in the middle of having sex. What do you want?” Haechan immediately speaks into the phone, his breathing heavy and uneven. You tried your best to hold in the moans that you were so desperate to release, the smallest whimpers escaping your lips.
“W-what? Are you being serious right now, Hyuck?” You faintly hear Mark ask. Haechan doesn’t even respond, just placing the phone down on the armrest and putting it on speaker and attaching his hands back on your hips. “Fuck, oh my god.” He moans, arching his back up into you.
“Dude, why the hell would you answer the phone? Oh my god.” Mark groans, clearly embarrassed to listen to what’s going on. “Not my fault you keep— m’fuck, blowing up my phone. Now, wha-what did you want?” Haechan quickly yet breathlessly replied.
“I was just gonna ask to hang out but-” Mark suddenly gets cut off by a loud moan that rips through your throat from Haechan rubbing at your clit with his thumb.
“I’m gonna hang up.” Mark speaks again, voice sounding slightly shaky. Grabbing his phone, Haechan clicks the FaceTime button, “Answer it, Mark.”
You hear the shaky sigh that leaves Mark’s mouth before hearing the sound of the FaceTime being accepted. Haechan flips the camera, showing Mark where your bodies are connected, “How about you come over instead?”
Mark gasps, watching intensely at Haechan slowly dragging his fingers down your body and attaching to your clit once more. The whimper you let out is enough to have Mark respond, voice strained, “y-you’re insane, Hyuck…”
“Wouldn’t it be fun, baby? You can take us both, can’t you?” Haechan asked, his tone teasing. You vigorously nod, and drop a hand to grab his wrist, feeling a bit overstimulated. “I-I… I’m on the way.” Mark mumbles, embarrassed at himself for even giving into Haechan’s antics.
summary: mark, a devout pastor’s son finally claims the girl he’s loved—and obsessed over—in secret. their wedding night marks the fall from grace, as desire, sin, and holy vows intertwine. what begins with a sacred union becomes a descent into lust-fueled obsession, as he vows not just to have her—but to breed her.
pairing: mark lee x fem!reader
genre: smut, religious corruption, marriage.
warnings: loss of virginity, blood mention, unprotected sex, religious guilt, sacrilege, breeding kink, possessive behavior, cumplay, dirty talk, creampie, backshot position, rough sex, manipulation, pregnancy kink, overstimulation, mention of church/mass, power imbalance, non-explicit dubcon undertones.
MDNI 🔞
part i - part ii
you always thought that when you finally gave yourself to your husband, it would be under god’s blessing—pure, sacred, a union meant only to bring life and honor to the church. you believed that marriage was a sacred covenant, free from the selfish desires and sinful urges that often clouded men’s hearts. your whole world was built around that faith, the unwavering hope that your union would be a testament to god’s grace.
but everything changed the moment you met mark.
just a few days ago, mark had approached his father with a serious look, speaking quietly but confidently. he told him it was time to settle down—that he wanted to ask for your hand in marriage. he knew his father adored you, saw you as the perfect traditional wife, the embodiment of devotion and purity. mark said he wanted your father’s blessing before taking the next step.
you heard the conversation from across the room, heart pounding. part of you was terrified—what if this meant everything you had tried to protect would unravel? but another part of you felt a strange warmth, a hope that maybe, with mark, the future could be different. maybe love and desire could coexist under god’s watchful eyes.
as you look at mark now, your secret and your sin, you wonder how much you’re willing to give, how much faith you can carry, and whether the path ahead will be one of light… or shadows.
the flames of the church’s bonfire crackle softly as night settles over the woods, the congregation still humming hymns behind you, far enough that their voices sound like ghosts.
but you're not listening. your eyes are locked on him.
mark stands with his hands tucked into his coat, the firelight soft against his face. he's not smiling—not yet—but his expression is peaceful, like he's found something holy in the silence between you.
“they think we’re praying,” he says finally, voice low. “but i’ve already made my decision.”
you blink at him, heart lurching. “decision?”
he takes a step closer, so close the scent of pine and smoke clings to your clothes between you. he doesn’t reach for you yet—he never touches you where someone might see—but his eyes are warm, fierce. unwavering.
“i told my father i want to marry you.”
you feel the wind leave your lungs. mark doesn’t look away, not even when you stagger a little under the weight of his words.
“he approved,” he continues. “said he’d known all along.”
your eyes begin to sting.
“he told me to pray on it. to make sure it wasn’t temptation.” mark’s jaw clenches, almost like he’s ashamed. “but i already knew. i’ve always known it was you. not temptation. not sin.”
he finally reaches into his coat pocket, pulling out a tiny box.
“this was my mother’s,” he says softly, flipping it open. the gold ring inside glints, thin and elegant, inset with a modest sapphire. “she said it was meant to be passed to the woman god made for me.”
tears spill before you can stop them.
you nod, and it’s all you can do. just nod with a choked little yes and let him hold your hands between the glow of the fire, his eyes shining like he might cry too.
“i’ll ask your father tomorrow,” he whispers. “we’ll be wed by the end of the month.”
mark wore his cleanest shirt and bowed his head as he asked for your father’s blessing. he held your hand the whole time, fingers trembling, even when he spoke like a man of god.
your father gave his blessing. your mother wept. the entire church rejoiced.
it was all so fast, so pure, so... correct.
you’re dressed in ivory silk, modest and high-necked, with lace gloves hiding the trembling of your fingers. a veil covers your face, and yet mark cannot stop looking at you like he sees everything through it.
the ceremony is traditional. biblical. sacred.
a choir sings as you walk the aisle. everyone watches as the pastor—his father—blesses your union under the eye of god.
“do you, mark lee, take her as your lawfully wedded wife, to honor and keep, in sickness and in health—”
“i do.”
“and do you—”
“i do,” you whisper, not even letting him finish. your voice cracks, but your hand doesn’t shake in his.
he kisses you once. brief. gentle. reverent. as though he’s still afraid of wanting more.
but then—
then the night comes.
the cottage is quiet. candlelit. your gown lies folded over a wooden chair, your gloves tucked beside it like offerings left at the foot of an altar.
you’re sitting on the edge of the bed, bare under the weight of your new title—wife.
mark locks the door behind him, chest rising and falling a little faster now. his tie’s already undone. his white shirt unbuttoned just enough to see the cross around his neck.
he looks at you like a man starved.
“stand up,” he says softly, voice deeper than usual.
you do.
he walks over, slow and reverent, but when his hands reach your waist, there’s nothing holy about the way he grabs you.
“mine,” he whispers. “you’re mine now.”
you nod, lips trembling. “i am.”
his mouth crashes onto yours, not gentle this time. his hands run down your back, bare skin burning beneath his touch. when he pulls away, his eyes are wild, dark with a hunger that’s no longer restrained.
“you know what’s going to happen tonight, right?” he murmurs against your lips. “you know i’m gonna ruin this sweet little body for anyone else?”
your breath hitches. “m-mark...”
his hand slips between your legs, cupping your heat. he groans, head falling to your shoulder.
“still untouched,” he whispers. “fuck—i can feel how tight you are already. haven’t even put my cock near you yet and you’re throbbing.”
you gasp, your hips shifting unconsciously against his palm.
“you’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?” his voice is almost mocking, but it’s full of adoration. “so patient. so obedient. but tonight... tonight i get to teach you what your body’s really for.”
he presses you down onto the bed, crawling over you like a man possessed. his shirt comes off. you stare, wide-eyed, at the lean strength in his body, the small golden cross swinging between his collarbones.
“are you scared?” he asks, crawling between your thighs.
you hesitate. “a little.”
he smiles, soft but sinful. “good. makes it sweeter.”
you expect him to rush, to push in and take, but he doesn’t. not yet. his hands part your legs, thumbs brushing your inner thighs, gaze locked on the place he’s about to claim.
“i want you to remember this,” he says low. “the first stretch. the burn. the blood. i want it to haunt every thought you ever have about pleasure. i want you to think of me.”
you whimper, your body trembling under his stare.
he strokes himself once, twice, thick and already hard, precum glistening at the tip.
“look at me,” he growls, lining himself up. “you give this to me willingly?”
“yes...” you whisper, breathless. “please, mark. take it.”
he pushes in slow, inch by inch, and your body screams at the intrusion. it hurts—raw and real—but his groan is feral when your tight heat finally begins to take him.
“fuck—so tight—s-so good—” he curses, clutching your thighs as he sinks in deeper.
you cry out, hands gripping the sheets. “it hurts—”
“i know, baby, i know,” he pants, but he doesn’t stop. “you’re perfect. taking me so fucking well. god made you just for this.”
when he bottoms out, the pain blooms sharp, and you feel it—the tearing. the sudden wet warmth between your thighs that isn’t slick but blood.
your first time. your virginity. claimed.
by him.
mark shudders above you, his eyes fluttering shut. “you’re bleeding,” he whispers, reverent. “fuck, baby... look at this mess you’re making for me.”
he pulls out slightly, then thrusts back in harder, and you gasp again, tears springing to your eyes.
“shhh... that’s it... cry for me,” he coos, rocking into you with slow, punishing rolls of his hips. “hurts, doesn’t it? i know. i know. that’s what happens when you’ve never been touched. and now no one ever will. just me.”
you cling to him, your legs trembling around his waist. pain and heat and fullness swirl inside you like a fever.
he fucks you slow and deep, savoring every inch like a man drinking straight from the chalice.
“you feel that?” he pants. “that stretch? that’s my cock, baby. your husband’s cock. it’s gonna split you open every night from now on.”
“m-mark—” your voice cracks, body shaking.
“i want it to hurt,” he growls. “i want you sore in the morning. limping in church. sitting with your legs tight because your pussy still remembers what i did to it.”
his thrusts deepen, faster now, the bed creaking under the rhythm.
“i’ll fuck a baby into you,” he groans. “fill you up. make sure everyone knows you’re mine.”
you cry out, the pain blending into a sharp kind of pleasure, dizzying and hot.
“oh god—”
“don’t say his name,” mark snarls. “you beg for me. you pray to me now.”
his fingers find your clit and rub fast circles, the added sensation pushing you closer to the edge. the pain is still there, dull and throbbing, but the pleasure—the fullness—drowns it out.
“you gonna cum on my cock for the first time, sweetheart?” he hisses. “gonna milk me like a good wife?”
you sob, nodding, your entire body tensing.
“that’s it. cum for me. fuck—cum while i’m deep in your virgin cunt—”
you break with a cry, your walls fluttering around him, tight and overwhelmed. mark follows with a growl, his hips slamming into yours one last time as he spills inside you, thick and warm.
he doesn’t pull out. not for a long time.
when he finally does, his cum drips from between your legs, streaked with red. he watches it for a second, breathing hard, eyes dazed.
then he presses a kiss to your stomach.
“god forgive me,” he whispers, “but i’ve never felt anything holier than this.”
the room is still warm with the scent of sweat, sex, and candlewax.
you’re trembling in the sheets, heart racing, thighs sticky and sore, and mark—still hovering over you—is staring down at the mess between your legs like it’s the most sacred thing he’s ever seen.
“look at that,” he murmurs, voice hoarse. “my blood. my cum. all of it inside you.”
you blush, squirming under his gaze, but he hushes you gently.
“don’t move, baby,” he whispers. “let me take care of you.”
he disappears into the little bathroom for a moment, and you hear water running, the rustle of cloth. when he returns, he’s shirtless, flushed, eyes still dark. in his hands: a warm, damp cloth.
he kneels between your legs like he’s kneeling at a holy altar.
“open for me again, sweet girl.”
you obey with a soft whimper.
he parts your thighs gently, reverently, and begins to wipe you clean—slow strokes of the cloth over your folds, careful over the tender soreness, the trace of blood and thick seed.
he breathes heavily through his nose.
“fuck… it’s still leaking out,” he says, voice trembling with hunger. “i really did break you, didn’t i?”
your cheeks burn, but your body clenches at his words.
he wipes a little deeper, letting the cloth slip between your folds, dragging it slowly, maybe too slowly, over your still-sensitive clit. your hips twitch.
“mm—mark…”
he smirks.
“you liked it,” he says, his voice thick and satisfied. “i could feel it when your pussy fluttered around me. you liked me taking it. even when it hurt.”
you look away, embarrassed. he grabs your chin and turns your face back to him.
“don’t hide from me now,” he growls. “you’re my wife. my good little bride. i get to see all of it—your pain, your pleasure, your filth.”
he tosses the cloth aside, not done—not even close.
“turn around,” he says, voice lower now. hungrier. “on your knees. let me see how you look from behind.”
you hesitate.
“mark, i’m still—”
“i’ll be gentle,” he says, already helping you shift onto all fours. “just wanna see.”
but when you’re in position, your face down, hips up, your swollen folds still dripping for him, he groans out loud.
“fuck. fuck, baby. you look ruined.”
his thumbs spread you open and he leans in to spit—spits right on your cunt and watches it drip down your slit.
you whimper.
“sorry,” he breathes, kissing your lower back. “i lied. i can’t be gentle right now. not when you look like this.”
you gasp as he presses the tip of his cock against your entrance again, still thick, already hard again.
“mark—wait—”
“shhh,” he says, wrapping one arm around your waist as he starts to push in. “just a little, baby. i’ll go slow. i swear.”
but he doesn’t.
he sinks in fast this time, wet with spit and cum and leftover blood, and the stretch makes you cry out into the pillow.
“oh god—”
“you’re so fucking tight from this angle,” he groans, thrusting deeper. “so wet and raw. i can feel every part of you clinging to me.”
his hips slap into you, heavy and slow, and he watches the way your ass bounces, how your walls suck him in again and again.
“this is how i want it,” he pants, gripping your hips. “every night. bent over. legs shaking. full of me.”
your fingers grip the pillow, knuckles white.
he fucks you slow but deep—intentional, savoring the aftershock of your first time, the way your body shudders under every push.
“look at this mess,” he hisses, pulling out just enough to see the creamy ring around his cock before slamming back in. “my innocent little wife, dripping all over me.”
you moan into the sheets, tears threatening again from the overstimulation.
he leans forward, chest to your back, lips to your ear.
“do you know how many nights i touched myself to this?” he growls. “this exact position? thinking about you on your knees, begging me to fuck you?”
you can’t speak.
“say it,” he demands. “tell me you want it. tell me you like being on your knees with my cock deep in your pussy.”
“i—i like it,” you whisper, shaking. “mark, i l-love it.”
“yeah?” he grits, hips snapping harder now. “you like me fucking you where you bleed?”
you nod desperately, tears finally slipping down your cheeks.
he growls, pulling your hair to tilt your head back.
“good girl,” he pants. “you’re gonna take all of it. every drop.”
his pace grows frantic, sloppy. the room echoes with the sound of skin on skin, the squelch of your soaked cunt, the broken cries leaving your throat.
he reaches between your legs again, fingers finding your clit.
“cum for me again,” he growls. “milk my cock. i want to feel you gush.”
you do—too fast, the pleasure tipping over the edge like a dam breaking. your body arches, walls pulsing around him violently, drawing a deep, choked groan from his chest.
“fuckfuckfuck—i’m gonna—”
his thrusts stutter, then slam deep one last time as he spills inside you again, hot, thick, his cum flooding your womb in waves.
he stays buried in you for a long time, breathing hard, holding your hips like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.
then, slowly, he pulls out—and you both watch it drip again: blood, cum, slick. a perfect, unholy mess between your thighs.
he kisses your spine softly.
“that’s two,” he whispers. “i’m not done yet.”
god won’t hear you this morning
the sunlight is soft through the white curtains, warm over your bare back.
you wake to the sound of birds, the smell of pine, and the weight of an arm draped heavy around your waist.
mark’s hand.
you stir gently. the soreness between your legs is still there—a dull ache that reminds you of everything that happened hours before. the blood. the claiming. the way he whispered prayers against your skin while pushing deeper into sin.
“mm... you awake, baby?” comes his voice, low and rough behind you.
you nod.
his nose nuzzles into your neck. a soft kiss. then another. his hand slides over your belly, pulling you tighter against him.
“you okay?” he asks, brushing your hair aside.
“a little sore,” you whisper, cheeks flushing.
he hums. “good. means i did it right.”
you giggle quietly, but it’s breathy, nervous. his lips graze your jaw.
“kiss me,” you whisper.
he turns you gently, and your lips meet—slow, lazy, lips barely parting. it’s sweet. warm. the kind of kiss that feels safe.
but then you feel it. his cock, hard again, pressing against your thigh.
you open your eyes.
he’s looking down at you, expression darker now. hungrier.
“we should get ready for church,” you say softly, as if that’ll make the heat between you disappear.
his hand moves down. between your legs. he touches you like he owns the space between your thighs.
“mm,” he hums. “god can wait.”
“mark—”
“don’t pretend you didn’t dream about it,” he murmurs against your lips. “you were grinding against me in your sleep. moaning.”
you blink, embarrassed. “i—I didn’t know—”
“oh, baby,” he chuckles darkly. “your little pussy knew.”
his fingers glide through the mess still lingering there from the night before—his cum, dried and sticky and warm again from your heat.
you gasp.
“you’re soaked,” he growls. “and we haven’t even started.”
you moan when he circles your clit.
“mark… please…”
“you want it?” he says, voice low. “again?”
you don’t answer. can’t.
his fingers slide inside you slowly, and you cry out.
“your body wants it,” he hisses. “look at how greedy she is. already sucking me in.”
“it’s not right,” you whisper. “it’s morning. it’s—”
“it’s sunday,” he says, pulling his fingers out and sucking them into his mouth. “let’s worship.”
and then he rolls you over. pushes you flat on your stomach.
his hands spread your thighs again.
he growls—growls—at the sight of your cunt, pink and swollen and messy with everything he’s left inside you.
“fuck. i want to breed you.”
you shudder.
“mark—”
“i mean it.” he leans over, cock hard and throbbing against your ass. “i want to fill you again and again until my cum takes. until you’re swollen with my baby.”
your breath catches. the filth in his voice. the fire in your stomach.
he presses his cock against your entrance.
“you’d look so beautiful,” he whispers. “waddling around the church with my child inside you. the pastor’s daughter-in-law, pregnant and ruined and everyone knowing who did it.”
you bite your lip, whimpering.
“say it,” he commands. “say you want me to knock you up.”
“i—i want it,” you cry. “i want your baby, mark.”
he thrusts in deep. slow. your mouth falls open.
“fuck,” you moan. “oh my god—”
he snaps his hips forward, and the stretch opens you again, deep and raw. you’re already wet—soaked from both your desire and the filth he left inside you—and he glides in smoothly, thick and throbbing.
“that’s it,” he groans. “take it. take my cock like a good wife.”
your hands claw at the sheets as his thrusts build in rhythm, slow but deep, dragging along every sensitive spot inside you.
you’re not quiet this time.
you moan. you sob. you say words you were never allowed to say.
“fuck—mark—so deep—oh fuck me harder—”
he slaps your ass.
“language,” he growls. “filthy little girl.”
“yes—yes—i’m filthy—so fucking filthy for you—”
his rhythm gets rougher. desperate.
“god won’t hear you now,” he pants. “not when you’re begging me to fuck a baby into you.”
your walls tighten. your climax rises sharp and fast.
“cum for me,” he hisses. “cum like a whore. my whore. my wife.”
and you do.
you scream into the mattress, body shaking violently as your orgasm crashes through you, pulsing around him.
“shit—fuck—gonna fill you again,” he snarls. “breed this tight little cunt.”
his thrusts lose rhythm, grow frantic, and then—
he spills.
hot. thick. so much.
his cock twitches deep inside you as he empties himself, groaning into your neck like he’s dying.
when it’s over, he collapses over you, still pulsing.
your legs are shaking. you can barely breathe.
and between your thighs, you’re leaking again.
this time, it feels like even more.
like a baby might really come of it.
he kisses your cheek.
“i’m gonna do it again tonight,” he whispers. “until it sticks.”
summary: the pastor’s son fucks you in the back room of the church, promising god’s forgiveness while ruining your last shred of purity.
pairing: mark lee x fem!reader
genre: smut, religious corruption, dark romance.
warnings: explicit sexual content, anal virginity, church setting, religious guilt, oral (m receiving), squirting, degradation, sacreligious language, coercion under trust, creampie, overstimulation, power imbalance, aftercare (light), public risk, no vaginal penetration.
part. ii - part. iii
MDNI 🔞
you had always been the image of virtue. ever since you were little, your life had revolved around the church—every sunday service, every youth retreat, every choir practice and prayer circle. your mother made sure you were dressed modestly, always with your bible tucked in your bag and your heart turned toward god. everyone in town knew your name, whispered it in admiration—such a good girl, they said. so devoted. so pure.
and mark lee... well, he was supposed to be the same. the pastor's son, golden and clean, always sitting in the front pew with his father’s bible open on his lap, eyes closed in pretend prayer. he smiled with soft dimples and spoke in warm, respectful tones that made your mother adore him instantly. she liked to say god had placed him in your path for a reason. and maybe that was true. maybe god had placed him there—to test you.
you hadn’t meant for anything to happen. it started so small, just conversations after service, long looks shared across the chapel, the brush of fingers when you passed him a hymnal. he was gentle at first, careful not to cross a line, but each moment alone with him felt like gravity pulling you closer. and when he kissed you the first time—behind the fellowship hall after bible study—you felt like the world stopped. his lips were warm and soft and sinful.
when you first started sneaking around with mark, things were softer. more innocent. you’d meet behind the church after evening mass, hiding between the tall hedges where no one could see you. he’d press gentle kisses to your lips, hold your hand tightly, whisper sweet nothings against your ear as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
he never rushed you—not at first. he’d just touch you over your clothes, his hands resting respectfully on your waist, sliding up under your blouse only when you let him. and each time you let him go a little further, his praise would melt you. you’re so good for me, baby. so sweet. so perfect.
the first time he touched you under your skirt, you thought your heart would stop. his fingers were warm, slow, exploring the damp heat between your thighs through your panties while he kissed your neck. you were shaking the whole time, clutching his shoulders like a lifeline as he whispered filth in your ear in that low, reverent voice of his.
god made this body just for me, didn’t he? you were meant to be mine.
the day you got on your knees for him was the day something shifted between you.
it was in the church parking lot, late at night, both of you hidden behind the youth ministry van. you’d been making out for too long, your thighs pressed together from the ache building inside you. his cock was hard against his jeans, and when he asked do you wanna try something new, baby?, you nodded without thinking.
he guided your hands to his zipper, helped you pull him out—long, thick, flushed at the tip. your breath caught when you saw it, your mouth already watering.
“just lick it for me,” he said softly, brushing your hair behind your ears. “just a little. just the tip.”
but it wasn’t just a little. not when you saw how much he wanted it, how his jaw clenched and his hands trembled when your lips wrapped around the head of his cock. you took him deeper, his praises growing filthier with every inch you swallowed. the taste of him was salt and skin, musky and intimate, and you moaned around him without meaning to.
he came down your throat that night, holding your head with both hands, whispering you’re so fucking perfect while you swallowed every drop. and afterward, he kissed you so gently you almost cried.
but still—you never let him go all the way.
you’d told him you were saving yourself for your husband. that you’d only give yourself completely after standing before god, in white, with a ring on your finger.
mark didn’t push. not exactly. but his hands got more confident, his touches more persuasive. and every time he left you trembling, wet, begging quietly into his mouth—he’d whisper:
“god will forgive you. he made you to want me”
now you were here, months later, hidden away in the church’s back room. it was where the choir robes were stored, a little room behind the altar with old wooden shelves and a dusty piano no one used anymore. you weren’t supposed to be here, not alone with a boy, not with him. but your hands were already shaking as he kissed down your neck, one of his palms pressed to the small of your back, keeping you pinned to the edge of the table.
“you’re so beautiful,” he whispered, lips brushing against your ear, “so perfect, baby. you know how crazy you make me?”
you whimpered, fingers curling in the sleeves of his shirt. “mark... we shouldn’t. not here... not like this.”
his hands slid lower, gripping your hips. “why not? no one’s gonna find us. besides... god will forgive us. he always forgives. he sees love in our hearts. don’t you love me?”
you bit your lip, your whole body trembling with guilt and want. “i do... but i want to wait until we’re married. i want to give myself to my husband. i want god to bless it.”
his eyes darkened, not with anger but with something deeper—desire. temptation. “then marry me. i swear i will. you’re the only girl i want. but i want you now... please. just let me have a little more.”
“mark, i can’t...” your voice cracked, shame pooling in your chest. “it’s a sin.”
“he’ll cleanse us,” he whispered, kissing along your jaw, “he knows your heart. you’re doing this out of love. and he knows you’re still pure... if we don’t—if i don’t take you like that.”
you blinked at him, confused. “like what?”
he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. “i’ll still leave your virginity intact,” he murmured, hand slipping down between your thighs, pressing over your clothes, “you’ll still be untouched. we won’t do it the usual way. i’ll just take you here—” he kissed your cheek, “from behind.”
your breath caught.
“it won’t count,” he whispered, voice sweet like a prayer, “you’ll still be a virgin. still god’s perfect girl.”
you hesitated. the weight of every sermon you’d ever heard sat heavy on your shoulders. but his hands were on your body, and his mouth was on your throat, and your skin was burning. and deep down, there was something dark inside you that wanted it. something that pulsed every time he touched you, something that made your knees weak and your mind hazy.
“promise me,” you whispered, voice barely audible. “promise me you’ll marry me.”
he pulled back just enough to look into your eyes. “i promise. i’ll take you to the altar myself.”
and that was all it took.
your heart was pounding in your chest as he turned you around gently, his hands never leaving your body. the room was dim, lit only by the soft amber light that spilled through the stained glass near the door. you could hear your own breathing, shallow and fast, as mark guided you to lean over the wooden table. the old surface creaked under your weight, the air cool against your thighs as he slowly lifted the hem of your white sunday dress.
“look at you,” he murmured, voice husky now, more raw, more real. “so innocent. so ready to sin for me.”
his fingers trailed up the back of your thighs, calloused and warm, until he reached the soft curve of your ass. your panties were white, lace-trimmed—modest, sweet, something your mother had bought for you. but they were soaked through, and mark saw it right away.
“jesus,” he breathed, a smirk forming on his lips. “you’re dripping already, baby.”
you whimpered as he tugged them down, the delicate fabric catching around your knees before sliding all the way to your ankles. your cheeks burned with shame and arousal, both twisting deep in your belly as you felt the cool air kiss your now-bare skin.
“bend down for me,” he whispered, pressing between your shoulders until you were fully bent over the table, your elbows resting on the worn wood, your ass presented to him like an offering.
you felt him drop to his knees behind you, felt his hands spread you open, exposing every trembling inch. he kissed along the inside of your thighs, soft and slow, his tongue flicking dangerously close to where you ached. you gasped when you felt him spit between your cheeks, fingers guiding the wetness to your tight entrance.
“it’ll hurt a little,” he murmured, voice lower now, more dangerous. “but you can take it. you’re a good girl, right? you want to make me feel good?”
you nodded, your eyes closing, your hands gripping the edge of the table so hard your knuckles went white. “yes… i want to be good.”
“then stay just like that for me.”
he stood again, one hand gripping your waist as you heard the rustle of his belt, the soft clink of the buckle as he undid his pants. then his cock was pressing against you, thick and hot, the head teasing at your tightest spot.
you tensed.
“nghh—ahhh, too much—!”
“shh,” he said softly, kissing your shoulder. “relax for me, baby. let me in.”
he pushed slowly at first, and your breath caught in your throat as the stretch began—hot and burning, unfamiliar and intense. tears pricked the corners of your eyes, and you whimpered, body trembling as he pushed further, inch by inch.
“m-mark—! it hurts—”
“shh, quiet, baby. you don’t want anyone hearing how much of a filthy little thing you are, do you?” once he was buried inside, he paused, letting you adjust, his fingers caressing your hips, your waist, whispering soft praises against your ear.
you could barely breathe as you felt every inch of him inside you, thick and pulsing, stretching you open in a way that made your entire body tense. your hands gripped the edge of the table so tightly that your wrists ached, your forehead pressed against the wood as your mouth hung open, panting through the pressure, through the sting. his hands were firm on your hips, thumbs digging into your skin as he stayed buried inside you, letting you feel the full weight of what you’d just done.
“fuck,” he whispered, voice reverent, almost in awe. “you’re squeezing me so tight. you feel like fucking heaven.”
you whimpered, a mix of pain and pleasure blooming in your belly like a wildfire. his hips rolled just slightly, testing how much you could take, and the slow friction made your knees shake. it wasn’t like anything you’d imagined. it wasn’t sweet or soft—it was raw and thick and full. your body fought to accommodate him, fluttering around the intrusion as he began to move in earnest.
“this is what you wanted. i’m just giving you what that virgin pussy of yours was too scared to handle.”
“mmph—! nghh—ahh—!”
“what was that? you like being stuffed full of my cock? like being my dirty little church whore?”
each thrust came a little deeper, a little harder, his pace increasing as the tightness began to melt into something warmer, wetter. you bit down on your lip, trying to stay quiet, but the sounds spilling from you betrayed how good it started to feel. shame pooled hot in your stomach, because it wasn’t supposed to feel like this. you weren’t supposed to like it.
“look at you,” he groaned, slamming into you harder now, one hand sliding up your back to grab a fistful of your hair. “moaning like a little slut while i fuck your virgin ass. does it feel good, baby? you gonna come for me like this?”
your mouth opened in a raw scream, half agony, half ecstasy, unable to hold back the flood of sound escaping you.
“oh my god, oh my god, it’s stretching me too much—!”
“jesus, you’re so fucking loud—shut up, baby, shut up.” he shoved your face down against the table, hand over your mouth again, his hips snapping harder.
“if anyone hears you, they’ll know how desperate you are to get fucked like this.”
you cried out as he pulled your head back, forcing your spine into a deep arch, making you feel every brutal thrust more sharply. the pain burned, yes, but under it was something more intense—your body trembling as a deep heat began to coil between your legs. your thighs were slick, your clit aching from how empty it felt, untouched but throbbing.
his balls slapped against you with each thrust, obscene sounds echoing in the small, sacred space of the church storage room. the smell of sweat and sex filled the air, mixing with the faint trace of incense that lingered on the choir robes stacked beside you. it was filthy. wrong. holy.
he let go of your hair and reached between your thighs, fingers finding your clit without hesitation. you sobbed as he rubbed fast, circles tight and relentless, and your hips started to jerk back against him on instinct, chasing something you didn’t fully understand.
“you’re gonna come,” he grunted, almost laughing, breath hot against your ear. “you’re gonna come like this, with my cock in your ass, right here in god’s house. fuck, baby... you’re perfect.”
“m-mark—i… i feel like i’m gonna pee—”
your vision blurred as your body locked up, tension snapping all at once in a flash of heat and shame and unbearable pleasure. your orgasm ripped through you like lightning, a violent gush exploding between your legs, spraying down your thighs and onto the floor with a loud, wet sound that shocked even you.
“jesus fucking christ—” he gasped, faltering for the first time as your body clenched around him like a vice, milking him deeper.
mark’s hips stuttered the moment he felt the rush of wetness pour out of you, his breath catching in his throat like he couldn’t believe what just happened. your body was shaking beneath him, trembling and spasming uncontrollably as your release coated your thighs, dripping messily down onto the floor. he pulled back just slightly to look, to see the way you squirted for him, your slick glistening under the dim church light.
“fuck, baby…” he groaned, sounding half-wrecked, half-awestruck. “you just—fuck—i made you do that?”
he grabbed your hips tighter, almost possessively, and slammed back into you, still deep in the grip of his own rising climax. your body was so sensitive now, every thrust making you jolt forward, your muscles twitching from the overstimulation. but he didn’t stop—not yet. he was chasing something now, something hot and desperate.
“you came so fucking hard,” he growled against your neck, his thrusts getting sloppier, deeper. “your little virgin body just squirted all over my cock… and you were so scared of sinning.”
you moaned weakly, your voice raw and broken, drool slipping from your lips as your cheek pressed flat against the table. your body felt like it was floating, skin hot and damp with sweat, your hole still stretched tight around him, sucking him in greedily every time he pulled back.
“mine,” he whispered like a prayer, fucking into you with final, brutal thrusts. “you’re mine. god can’t have you anymore. you belong to me.”
and then he came.
with a deep, guttural moan, mark buried himself inside you one last time and spilled everything into your ass—hot and thick, ropes of cum filling you until you could feel it dripping back out around his cock. his hips jerked as he emptied himself, one hand sliding up to hold your waist while the other rubbed your lower back in shaky, soothing circles.
he stayed inside you for a moment, breathing hard, chest rising and falling against your back, sweat clinging to both your skins. the room was quiet except for the sound of your combined breaths and the faint ticking of an old wall clock above the door.
you blinked slowly, still dazed, still trembling. and for a brief second, you felt completely hollow and completely full at the same time—ruined, marked, and claimed.
he pulled out slowly, and you whimpered at the emptiness, at the sticky warmth leaking down the back of your thighs. your body sagged against the table, weak and used, your legs barely holding you up. you could feel his release slipping from your hole, thick and hot, a constant reminder of what you’d let him do—what you’d begged him to do.
“stay still,” he murmured softly, voice gentler now, almost sweet. he reached for a folded choir robe from the shelf beside him, one of the ones no one ever used, and knelt behind you again. with quiet, careful hands, he cleaned the mess dripping down your thighs, the backs of your knees, and finally between your cheeks. he wiped away the cum from your entrance, his touch slow and reverent, like he was cleaning something sacred.
you flinched slightly, still too sensitive, and he pressed a kiss to your lower back. “i’ve got you,” he whispered. “you were perfect for me.”
when he was done, he helped you step back into your panties, tugging them up gently over your sore, sticky skin. he straightened your dress, smoothing out the wrinkles like he was tucking you back into your illusion of purity. then he kissed your cheek, your temple, your lips—slow and soft and careful, like he hadn’t just broken something inside you.
you both stood in silence for a moment, breathing slowly, the air still thick with the scent of sin and sweat.
and then he reached for his bible.
he tucked it under one arm and held out his other hand to you. you took it, fingers lacing with his, still trembling slightly. and together, you walked out of that little storage room, out into the bright white hallway of the church.
the front doors were open. sunlight poured in. a breeze moved through the sanctuary like nothing had happened.
as you stepped into the entryway, mark dipped his fingers into the small bowl of holy water near the door. he touched his forehead, chest, and shoulders, murmuring the sign of the cross with practiced grace. you followed suit, mimicking the motion, your fingers wet and cool against your burning skin.
no one would ever know.
you were still god’s children, still his favorites.
pairing: choi yeonjun x fem!reader
genre: friends to lovers, non-idol au, smut, fluff
rating: nsfw, mdni
wc: 6.1k
warnings: unprotected sex, pwp (6k but most of it is smut tbh lol), softdom!yeonjun, inexperienced!reader, dry humping, oral + fingering (f receiving), squirting, petnames (baby, princess, doll, good girl, pretty girl), daddy kink (yeonjun refers to himself as daddy), spanking, creampie, multiple orgasms, light choking but not (he doesn’t squeeze), one instance of spitting, it’s established that jun is older than reader so OPPA IS USED AS AN HONORIFIC and idc if people hate it lol as a korean speaker i’m tired of westernizing shit
a/n - pls picture temptation era hair yeonjun 😵💫 this is inspired by a dream i had.. dreamt every part in his room up until the actual penetration 😮💨 cockblocked by my own brain
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yeonjun’s sheets are soft as you sit observing his bedroom, taking note of all the little details that his strong personality shines through, the first time you’ve seen the other side of his door — though how you even got to this point in the first place is still something you’re going over and over in your head as you wait for him to come back.
his soft smile is met with your nervous one as he enters the room with two water bottles in hand, shutting the door quietly behind him — your eyes follow his lithe fingers as he turns the lock — and you watch as he places the drinks on his nightstand before turning to you.
the air suddenly feels much warmer when he sits down on the bed beside you, so close that you’re almost touching, and that fond look on his face only serves to heighten your nerves as you remember that he knows what he’s doing, and you don’t.
well… sort of.
everything happened only a few hours before.
your best friend kai had invited you to hang out with him and his roommates, a chaotic group of guys who you’ve grown to call your friends as well; even yeonjun, who you may or may not have developed the hugest crush on ever from the minute that you’d first met him.
it’d been a few months of back-and-forth, sometimes convinced that it must be mutual and other times doubting your judgement completely — has he always been this flirty, or is it your imagination when his eyes linger just a little too long? — and it was on this fateful day at their apartment when it all fell apart.
(or should you say, all came together).
everyone knows to watch out once beomgyu’s got a couple of drinks in him, so it was only a matter of time before your unlucky day came when he’d decide that you would be his glorious first victim of the afternoon; and that was exactly where you found yourself as he took it upon himself to announce to everyone in the room that you and yeonjun needed to admit you wanna fuck each other already, or else he’d “just have to do something about it himself” (whatever that meant).
to say you wanted to crawl into a ditch and die would be the biggest understatement of the century.
your wide eyes were pinned to the floor as the room erupted into multiple reactions; soobin groaning with a smack upside beomgyu’s head as he scolded the younger not to say stuff like that, taehyun’s “damn,” as he knocked back his beer to cover a laugh, kai burying his head into his hands with a shriek — he swore he didn’t mean to spill your secret to beomgyu a few weeks ago, it just slipped out — and of course, the culprit in the center laughing his ass off unphased.
the only one who had yet to say anything was…
you steeled yourself and glanced up, meeting yeonjun’s eyes that were already watching you from across the living room.
your own widened marginally.
he didn’t look disgusted. he didn’t look put off. in fact, he looked…..
your breath caught. there was a small upturn to his lips, a confirmation, the hint of a smile that solidified as he quirked a brow as if in question. as if he was asking you,
“well? what should we do about it then?”
and everything changed from there.
~
it hadn’t taken long for beomgyu’s quick-moving attention span to be directed elsewhere thanks to some faithful effort on hyuka’s part, the others following suit to spare you from the spotlight — and it was only about an hour later when you found yourself alone in the kitchen for a breather, the sounds of your friend’s quarreling and laughter slightly less eardrum-shattering now from where you stood leaning against the sink.
a few minutes passed before the sound of someone else slipping into the room grabbed your attention.
your peace quickly morphed into apprehension.
“hi,” yeonjun whispered, a small smile on his face that read somewhere between gentle and amused.
his hands were in his pockets as he came to lean casually against the counter opposite you, head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes trailed over your expression, and you cursed your mouth for going dry at the sight of him.
his simple black tank top and sweatpants combo had you fighting to keep your eyes on his face — his face, pretty and framed so nicely by silky black hair that was grown out quite a bit longer than usual these days, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it as your thighs rubbed together subconsciously.
“…hi,” you whispered back.
he breathed out a small laugh.
“i wanted to talk to you, but i didn’t want the others to hear.. figured this was a good opportunity when i saw you get up.”
“r-right..”
why am i so awkward? what the fuck? oh god wait why is he coming closer-
your hands gripped the counter behind you as yeonjun stepped forward. his voice was low, quiet, meant only for you as he stood in front of you with a look on his face that had you melting in more ways than one.
“listen... i know that we’ve never talked about this thing between us. i didn’t wanna scare you off by being too forward, but now that beomgyu ran his mouth about it…”
with a feather-light touch, yeonjun reached up and tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
“well, i’m not gonna deny what he said, and i’m pretty sure that i’m right when i say.. i think you want me the same way that i want you.”
you felt heat running down your entire body like a zap of electricity.
your fried brain didn’t even have the chance to fully process before you heard beomgyu shout from the living room, “hey, what’s taking so long?!” and the scent of yeonjun’s cologne was like a drug as he leaned in and whispered in your ear,
“if you feel ready to see where this goes.. stay here with me when they go out.”
and just like that he was gone, random assortment of snacks in hand to avoid suspicion as he called back to beomgyu, “i’m coming, just couldn’t decide what to eat!”
and you slumped against the counter with legs like jelly.
~
you received a chorus of groans and boos when you told the guys you were gonna go home instead of joining them elsewhere for dinner and drinks, earning brief suspicion only from taehyun as he eyed you questioningly for a moment — their focus primarily resting on yeonjun’s uncharacteristic opt-out that he’d blamed on a sudden migraine.
you felt ridiculous as you even headed down the elevator with them to the street outside, going out of your way to be believable, rounding the corner towards the subway station until they were well out of sight in the opposite direction before heading back up towards the apartment.
you’d’ve been lying if you said that you didn’t consider leaving yourself; your jittery nerves and quick-beating heart nearly convincing you, until you remembered the look in yeonjun’s eyes and the wetness between your legs returned.
yeonjun, choi yeonjun, one of the most popular and charismatic guys that you know — wants you.
and now here you are on his bed.
when you think about it, in your eyes yeonjun is a lot of things that you’re not; the way he just naturally draws people in, the way he carries himself, always making friends so easily; the fact that he’s genuinely cool, somehow good at everything he does and always looks hot doing it; he’s older than you — not by much, but still — and the number one thing on your mind right now:
he’s experienced.
now you’re no virgin, but your measly 1 past boyfriend is nothing in comparison to the fact that yeonjun’s ability to please a woman is a very well-checked box on his long list of skills (if beomgyu is correct about anything he’s blabbed about, at least. which today so far he seems to be).
and now, as he sits here so close to you with that same look on his face as before, that gentle smile and amused little twinkle in his eyes — well, you know right then that you’re a goner.
“hi,” he whispers, just like he did in the kitchen earlier, and you whisper it back with a shy smile.
this is the first time you’ve ever truly been alone with him.
he looks at you for a few moments, and you wonder if this is what amoebas feel like under a microscope until he places his hand on the bed beside you and rests his weight on it, by default leaning in even closer than before.
“i like you.” he says simply.
in panic mode, you resort to sarcasm - “y-yeah-“ you clear your throat - “um, yeah, i think we established that.”
his laugh sends tingles through you as a real smile not stricken with awkwardness finally blooms on your face, the ice slowly melting for you as you start to remember that right, okay, he’s a friend and not some unreachable deity (for the most part, at least).
“i.. like you too,” you respond sheepishly, and you bite your lip at the underlying shift in his tone as he keeps his eyes locked on yours and says,
“i know.”
the mood has suddenly deepened into something else.
his hand comes up to your cheek, thumb ghosting over your bottom lip as he murmurs, “is this okay?” and you don’t know when his face got so close to yours but your eyes are already threatening to flutter shut as you hum in response, lidded gaze glued to his full, pretty lips that you want so desperately all over your body.
“words, baby.” his voice is a whisper, breath warm against your lips, his own so close now that you can almost feel them —
“y-yes.”
and just like that, choi yeonjun is kissing you.
whatever you thought a real kiss was supposed to feel like, whatever kisses you had felt with your ex —
none of it compared to this.
you feel his smile when you quietly moan, his lips even softer than you had imagined, moving against yours slowly, deliberately, expertly, the hand that had been on your cheek sliding gently to the back of your neck as he deepens the kiss.
his tongue is warm and soft as it traces along your bottom lip, and you don’t care how eager you probably seem as you let it in immediately, trying not to moan again as he slips it past your lips to caress yours; you melt as he sucks lightly on your tongue before giving a teasing, gentle bite to your bottom lip as he pulls away.
you can’t even imagine how dazed you must look — but his knowing smile tells you enough.
you can’t explain it, but in that moment you gain a hunger-fueled confidence. you want to give yeonjun everything.
fuck, you want him bad.
you’re pulling him back to you faster than you can chicken out otherwise, and the pleased noise he makes as you connect your lips again only spurs you on further to do what you’ve been so badly wanting to:
you touch him, hands sliding from his shoulders up to his soft hair, pulling at it gently as his lips travel down your jaw to suckle at the skin of your neck; you moan, freely this time, eyes sliding shut and head tilting back to give him all the access he wants as you wrap an arm around his shoulders and keep him close.
his hand slides around your waist to your lower back as he slowly guides you down to lay against his sheets, your legs instinctively widening for him as he slots his hips between them, and you groan at the bulge now resting comfortably against your clothed core.
it doesn’t take long before he gently rocks his hips forwards.
you whimper, clutching to his tank top as he continues to kiss and suckle along your neck; your legs tighten around his hips and his lips tilt into a smirk against your skin as your body responds to his like it’s what it was made for, and so he does it again, this time continuing into a steady rocking pace.
the hardness of his cock drags deliciously against your center as he rolls his hips into it again and again, slow enough so that you feel everything, but firm enough that it makes your head spin and your thighs twitch with need.
“oppa,” you whisper, pleadingly, and you don’t even know what you’re asking for but you know that you just need more.
“hm?” he hums back, lips still sucking pretty bruises into your neck,
and it’s like he can read your mind as he asks with another smirk against your skin - “want more, baby?”
you nod quickly with a weak, “mhm,” and your heart jumps as his lips move up to your ear.
“tell oppa what you want.”
the husk of his voice sends shivers straight downwards.
he pulls away just enough for you to meet his eyes and you feel like a rabbit hunted down by a fox, but in your case, you never want to escape from his grasp.
“i.. i-i want…”
you can feel the heat blooming in your cheeks, remembering once again how much you haven’t experienced, and you want to tell him exactly where you want him to put his mouth — but instead your eyes avert from his as you mumble in admission,
“i-i’ve never been… well i’ve never been eaten out before. s-so.. um..”
in your peripheral you can see yeonjun’s brows lift to his hairline in disbelief. “what?”
a finger beneath your chin gently draws your gaze back to his and the genuine bewilderment in his eyes is enough to deepen your blush as he asks, “how could that bastard have possibly survived never tasting you?”
your body buzzes with electricity as your eyes widen; there’s a hunger and determination dancing in yeonjun’s stare that you’ve never been looked at with before.
his intensity makes you shiver in anticipation and it’s like you can taste the honey dripping from his words when he says,
“let me make you feel good, baby. let me give you everything that he should’ve.”
your head spins.
you’ve never felt so desired.
the second that you say okay, yeonjun places one last dizzying kiss to your lips before he’s moving down your body, guiding you out of your shirt as he slowly maps out your skin with his lips — you breathe out a sigh at the way his large hands caress you, intentionality in every touch.
eventually he sits up on his knees, pulling back from a kiss to your navel to reach for the hem of your panties. you shiver when his fingers ghost over your hips.
“lift for me,” he instructs softly, and you do, biting your lip as he begins to slowly pull them down, eyes glued to your cunt, and you watch the way his breath hitches in his throat at the strings of wetness that cling to the fabric.
“fuck,” he whispers, practically groans,
“can’t believe no one’s ever tasted such a pretty pussy before… gonna eat you so good, baby..”
you’re going out of your mind with need, his words alone sending another gush of arousal to your heat, your hungry eyes traveling down to trace the imprint of his rock-hard cock in his sweatpants.
teasingly you ghost your foot over it as he slides your panties from your ankles, and his eyes flicker up to yours as you stare back innocently; his gaze narrows and lips quirk up into a lopsided smirk as his warm hands slide up your legs.
“getting brave, now, are we?” he taunts, stopping at your thighs as he wraps his hands around them and spreads your legs open.
slowly he lowers himself between them, all the while keeping his eyes on yours, and your hips jump at the whisper of his breath against your aching cunt when he says,
“better be careful, doll… any game you try to play, i can play it better.”
and when his fingers spread you open and his lips kiss your clit, you already know that he’s ruined you for any other man.
how could you even dream of anyone else when the tip of yeonjun’s velvety tongue slips out to trace teasingly up and down your slit, or when the pad of his finger circles so lightly around your leaking hole that you might even be imagining it?
no, there’s no way you could be imagining this, not as the warmth of his mouth caresses you as he closes his lips around your clit and gently begins to suck, your head tipping back with a shudder as you whine at the feeling.
“eyes on me, princess,” he murmurs against your cunt, and when you manage to bring your gaze back to his, the sight before you is sinful.
his foxlike eyes dark and dangerous and twinkling as he watches you through his lashes, pretty lips forming a smirk that you can only feel and not see as he whispers “good girl,” - before the next thing you know, his tongue is flattening against you as he licks a firm stripe up your pussy, big hands keeping your jerking hips in place as he begins to ravish you, sucking, licking, kissing, groaning shamelessly at the taste of you and sending vibrations straight through your quivering core as you unravel beneath his touch.
“so fucking good,” he moans, sliding a finger inside of you with ease as he begins to pump it steadily in and out, practically making out with your pussy as you whimper, hands instinctively flying to his hair — you almost pull them away when suddenly he adds another digit, the stretch causing your fingers to tighten in his dark strands as your hips instinctively grind forwards against his mouth.
you’re about to apologize when yeonjun moans even deeper than before.
“that’s it, baby,” he grunts, “use my face. want it so bad, don’t you? go ahead and chase it, cum all over daddy’s tongue.”
something unholy snaps inside of you at that.
“f-fuck-” you cry, doing exactly as he said; you can’t help it as you grind your clit down on his warm tongue over and over and over, hands tightening in his hair as his fingers work impossibly faster, and a new sensation takes over you as the dam breaks and you reach your peak;
you don’t realize what’s happening at first as you’re carried through the most mind-blowing orgasm, until you feel the unusual amount of wetness soaking his sheets and hear yeonjun groaning “fuck, fuck, that’s it, baby, that’s it -“ and he’s three fingers deep as you realize you’re squirting.
it’s as though he can read your body like a book the way he can tell when it’s suddenly too much, his pace slowing gradually until he gently slides his fingers from your sopping hole, placing a final feather-light kiss to your clit before his lips and hands move to soothe your quivering thighs.
“you did so good, baby, holy shit..” the bottom half of his face is soaked in your juices as he mouths along your skin, hands massaging and caressing whatever his lips aren’t kissing;
you’re still bewildered, and can feel the raging blush on your cheeks as you’re quick to blurt in embarrassment, “i-i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to-“
“y/n.” yeonjun looks up. “seriously, that was so fucking hot, you have no idea.”
you can see in his eyes that he’s telling the truth.
“r-really?”
he laughs, finally sitting up; “baby, i- fuck, like, you actually have no fucking idea how sexy you are.” he pushes his hair out of his face and it’s only then that you realize how heavy he’s breathing, the bulge straining against his pants somehow a million times more prominent than it was earlier.
“y/n, i’m so turned on right now that i can hardly think straight. please-“
you meet his eyes again quickly,
“please, i need to be inside you.”
apparently today is the day that you learn just how crazy choi yeonjun makes you, because despite your still-twitching thighs and your pussy so sensitive that you’re sure a slight breeze would send it into overdrive, your body is quick to betray you at his toe-curling words when your walls clench from the emptiness and a fresh wave of arousal gushes from your soaked heat.
“if you don’t fuck me right now i’m gonna go clinically insane.”
his brows lift only for a moment before he’s laughing, swooping down to catch your lips in a kiss. “well we can’t have that, now, can we?”
he gets off the bed, your eyes hungrily tracking his every move as he peels the tank top from his torso and casts it to the ground; “fuck,” you whisper as your gaze trails down the defined ridges of his abs; “fuck,” you groan when he hooks his thumbs around the waistband of his sweatpants and pulls them down with his boxers in one go.
his cock is long and slender and flushed pink, the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen as you imagine the weight of it in your mouth.
if it were anyone else, you’d wanna slap the shit-eating grin right off of his face, but this is yeonjun, and the fact that he knows he’s all that only makes him 10x hotter.
you can’t tear your eyes away from his length as you sit up on your elbows to watch, and he enjoys it, pumping himself in his hand and smearing the pre-cum around his tip with a satisfied hum.
but as he reaches for the condoms in his desk drawer, you surprise both him and yourself when you stop him.
“no.”
he pauses, looking over his shoulder at you with quirked brows —
“want you to fuck me raw.”
his mouth goes dry. you can see the fire dancing in his eyes as he slowly straightens, keeping himself under control as he asks carefully,
“are you sure?”
you bite your lip and quickly nod. “wanna feel you,” you breathe, and that does it for yeonjun as he’s back on top of you in an instant, his lips pressing to yours in a searing kiss as you moan around his swirling tongue.
his hand is on your throat, not squeezing, just resting there as if to say you’re mine, and you whine deep in your chest when you feel the tip of his cock sliding through your slippery folds.
“gonna fuck this pretty pussy so full of my cum that it’ll be dripping out of it for days,” he rasps as he taps the head of his cock repeatedly over your clit, the lewd noise met with your whimpers as you grasp at his bicep.
“please,” you whine, “want it, please-!”
his hand slides from your neck down to squeeze your tit as he sits up and hooks one of your legs over his shoulder with his free hand.
“so good for me,” he murmurs, eyes half-lidded and lusting as he looks down at you, dragging his shaft back and forth along your slick pussy; “such a good girl, begging for daddy.”
and when he finally pushes the head of his cock past your entrance, stretching you open as he sinks inside, stars explode behind your eyes and you nearly cum again right there on the spot.
“fuuck..” he groans in a drawn-out moan, eyes sliding shut and head tipping back as your walls suck him in, mouth falling open before he catches his plush bottom lip between his teeth and looks back down at you through hazy eyes, giving another rough squeeze to your tit in his grasp.
he slides his hand down to press against your lower belly as he bottoms out, your hips twitching as you gasp, and with his other hand he grips your leg that’s slung over his shoulder as he begins to grind his hips against yours.
you can’t breathe, can’t speak, overwhelmed by how fucking good it all feels, the head of his cock massaging places inside of you that you didn’t even know existed as he rolls his hips over and over, whispering fucked-out nothings;
how tight you are, how good you feel, how he’s gonna make you forget your own name by tomorrow.
and when he starts really moving, hips separating from yours only to connect again with a lewd slap of skin on skin each time he delivers a slow, firm thrust to your cunt, holding you in place so you don’t jolt up the bed — well, you never knew that something so delicious existed, and now that you’ve had a taste, you’re already rendered insatiable.
you paw at any part of him that you can reach, hands finding purchase on his thighs as his pace picks up into a steady rhythm, your lips moaning and pleading and begging around words that you can hardly get out of your mouth.
“look at you,” yeonjun coos breathlessly, “so drunk on my cock already.. perfect pussy made just for me, hm? taking daddy so well? good baby.”
he looks as blissed out as you feel, face wracked in pleasure as he picks up the pace, his hand so large where it still presses over your lower belly that his thumb is able to reach your clit, and the added stimulation along with the pressure of his palm sends your head lolling as you twitch and tremble underneath him.
“j-jjunie..!” you whimper, and you can’t help the nickname from slipping between your lips; you’ve never called him so intimately before, never said his name so freely, but your accidental drop of honorifics seems to stir something inside of him as he groans and fucks you harder;
“say that again,” he grunts as you gasp out from the sudden increase in pace.
“jjunie,” you keen immediately, gripping the sheets, gripping his arms, gripping anything as a muttered curse leaves his lips and his thumb circles faster around your aching clit.
“love it when you say my name, fuck,” he groans, hips slamming into yours and jolting you like a ragdoll as you cry out for him, the knot in your stomach tightening so fast that you swear it’s about to snap, and when he leans forward with your leg still gripped over his shoulder and his cock pounding into you at a far deeper angle than before, fireworks fill your vision as you cum around him harder than you’ve ever came in your life.
“yes, yes, yes, fuck, that’s it, cream on my cock, baby, fuck you’re so- s-so tight, fuck- just like that, let go for me, baby, good girl-“
yeonjun’s voice sounds far away as you spasm around him, his thrusts growing sloppier as your cunt clenches him so tight that it nearly forces him out; he lowers your leg back down to the bed and slows down a little to let you catch your breath but he doesn’t stop, and your watery whimpers are like music to his ears as you clutch onto him desperately.
“t-too much, too much-!” you hiccup, tears spilling from your eyes at all the overwhelming sensations, but you don’t actually want him to stop and he knows it too — he coos at you, hand sliding up to rest on your throat again as he leans down and licks a stripe up your neck to your ear.
“you can give me one more, baby, can’t you?”
a shiver rolls down your spine at the devilish smile in his voice, sweet like honey as he catches your earlobe between his teeth.
“one more so daddy can stuff you nice and full.”
your pussy clenches. “w-want your cum,” you whimper dumbly in response, too fucked out to think of anything else, and yeonjun smiles as he leans back and runs his hands down your body until they reach your hips and squeeze.
“i know,” his thrusts are still steady as he watches you with twinkling eyes; “and i’m gonna give it to you.”
your eyes widen in protest as he suddenly slides out of you without a warning, but the words die in your throat and are replaced with a squeak of surprise when he flips you over onto your stomach instead.
“ass up for me, pretty girl.”
you obey immediately with what strength you have left in your shaky limbs, a quiet whine escaping your throat over not being able to see or touch him anymore.
his little laugh from behind you indicates that he caught it.
“don’t worry, baby,” he soothes as his hands massage over your ass, “we have all the time in the world.”
your heart doesn’t even have time to skip a beat at the promise of his words when suddenly his tongue is on your pussy, your knees nearly buckling at the heat of his mouth as he licks from your clit up to your fluttering hole, and you gasp as he spits on it before his cock enters you fully in one single thrust.
you cry out, knees buckling for real this time as he holds you up, sheets crumpled in your fists as his hips immediately pick up into a quick, dizzying pace.
“love the way you fall apart around me,” he murmurs from behind you, squeezing your ass, “love how you take me so well…”
you want to touch him so badly, want to see the pleasure pooling in his eyes; you don’t have time to respond before he lands a smack on your ass, your surprised squeak spurring him on as he does it again, drilling into your cute little hole like it was made just for him as he breathes out a moan.
from this angle he can see the way your pussy swallows him so hungrily, and his grip on your hips tightens as he drags you back and forth on his cock.
“love.. l-love your.. love this so much… w-wanna be yours…”
he almost misses your dazed mumbling over the loud sound of his hips slapping lewdly against your ass, but he makes out what you said, heart swelling in his chest and cock simultaneously twitching inside of you as he leans forward, his palm sliding up along your spine to brush the hair from your fucked-out face as he pushes your body down against the sheets, chest pressed to your back now and breath caressing your ear as he continues rocking his hips even deeper.
“you’re mine, baby, you’re mine..” he whispers between kisses along your jaw, a reassurance, your soft whimper of a response causing him to bite back a smile as he continues,
“i’ve wanted you for so long.. can’t believe i finally get to have you.” his hand slips beneath you to toy with your throbbing clit, and your ass grinds back against him as a result as you moan wantonly into his sheets.
“i’ve been yours since the.. fuck.. since the second i s-saw you..fuck, p-please don’t stop..!”
your hips are moving with his now as he works your clit faster, mustering your strength and pushing your weight back as you desperately try to fuck yourself on his cock, on his fingers, chasing the rising wave in your belly that’s threatening to break as he meets your quickening movements with his own.
“touch yourself for me, baby,” he murmurs in your ear before removing his hand and propping himself up on his forearms, allowing for a more concentrated angle as he ruts into you, your choked moan muffled by the sheets as you immediately slide one hand down to rub rapidly at your clit, your other one weakly moving to tangle your fingers with his the best that you can;
“gonna cum, gonna cum,” you whimper, drool pooling at your lips, the scent of yeonjun’s cologne and the weight of his body on yours like pure intoxication as he fucks you harder, breaths heavy and staggering in your ear as he grunts,
“cum for me, baby, need to feel it, cum all over my fucking cock-“
and when your third orgasm washes over you, you’re too weak to do anything but let it, body going limp as it wracks over you in pure bliss, the warm feeling of your clenching walls finally sending yeonjun over the edge this time as he shoots his cum into you with a loud and drawn-out moan, voice breaking as he spews filthy words and incoherent curses; he presses his hips impossibly deep against yours before stuttering into sloppy thrusts to fuck himself through the rest of his orgasm as your fluttering pussy milks his cock of every last drop.
the room grows silent save for your heavy breaths, both of your chests heaving as his forehead slumps down to rest against your back; you didn’t realize how tightly you were holding onto his hand until you carefully untangle your fingers from his.
he hisses from the sensitivity as he slides his twitching length out of you.
you look at yeonjun as he rolls off of your back and flops exhaustedly onto his side next to you, and when he meets your eyes, there’s only a passing moment of silence before you both giggle.
his smile is fond and blooming with affection as he rubs a hand up and down your back, moving to smoothe the hair from your face and gently brushing his knuckles across your cheek before resting his hand on top of yours.
“hi,” he whispers.
you giggle again.
“hi,” you whisper back.
“so.. would this be a good time to ask you to be my girlfriend?”
your heart skips a beat and you bite back a smile. “i was worried you’d just want to stick to the sex..” you admit.
yeonjun shakes his head, lips forming into an endearing pout as he laces his fingers with yours.
“nah, you’re stuck with me now, princess,” he grins. “i meant what i said… i’ve been wanting you for so long.”
an indescribable feeling flutters in your chest as you giddily turn your head to bury your face in the sheets, yeonjun laughing as he shuffles closer, rolling you over onto your back despite your giggle-ridden, poorly-executed attempts to fight him off.
you grin up at him and he grins down at you, hovering over you now with a hand on your cheek as his endeared eyes trail over each of your features as if to memorize them.
“my girl,” he whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.
you tilt your head up to meet his lips when he leans in and kisses you softly, your hands playing with the long hair at the nape of his neck.
“i meant what i said too,” you murmur against him.
“mine since the second you saw me, huh?” yeonjun’s cocky grin is light and teasing as you scrunch your nose at him, flicking his forehead and sending him into another pout.
“yeah, yeah. whatever, pretty boy.”
instead of responding he buries his face in your neck in a flurry of kisses as you squeal in surprise, laughing as you wiggle around underneath him;“stop, that tickles!”
“gotta make up for all the lost time when i didn’t make a move,” he reasons as his kisses move to your cheeks, your nose, your lips — you’ve never seen this side of yeonjun before, so soft and gentle and sweet; the fact that it seems reserved only for you sends butterflies fluttering through your tummy.
you spend your evening like that, wrapped in each other’s arms as you talk about your relationship, talk about the feelings that led you here, talk about this and that and everything in-between;
“does this count as our first date?” you ask quizzically. he wrinkles his nose.
“no way, i’m gonna do the most romantic shit ever for that.”
you snort. “isn’t that what this is?”
but you don’t have the chance to tease him any further when the beeping sound of his apartment passcode being entered causes you both to freeze.
you were so caught up that neither of you considered the time; nor the fact that yeonjun does indeed have 4 other roommates who would in fact be coming home at some point or another.
that some point apparently being now as the rowdy chatter of your friends erupts into the foyer until you suddenly hear soobin’s tipsy mumble. “what the… what are y/n’s shoes doing here?”
you and yeonjun turn to look at each other as your friends’ voices fall silent.
the seconds pass and you almost wonder if you’re in the clear…
but of course, no peace lasts forever with beomgyu in the house.
a/n: sorry for the late post a had to reset my mind. i was having writers block but im back now. dont be mad at me! hope u enjoy! love ya! 😓
exam week always brought out the worst in people.
you saw it in the sunken eyes of every student lining up for 8 a.m. finals. in the smell of instant noodles and burnt coffee lingering in the dorm hallway. in the way your fingers twitched every time you reread the same paragraph for the sixth time in a row.
you hated it.
but you didn’t hate taesan. and taesan was the one thing that made it bearable.
he was always waiting outside your dorm by 11:59 p.m. sharp. hoodie slung over his head, fingers spinning his keys, foot tapping against his beat-up old honda civic. you didn’t even have to text him anymore. it was tradition.
this was year two of your “midnight sanity runs.” fries, ice cream, burgers, music, and taesan. always taesan.
he leaned against the driver’s side door, looking up at your window. you pulled your hoodie on and waved down to him with a tired smile. his grin split wide under the glow of the parking lot lights.
he barely let you close the door before opening his mouth.
t: "you look like shit."
he paused, grinning.
t: "in a really cute way, though. like… exhausted but still adorable. y’know?"
you raised a brow, snorting as you clicked your seatbelt.
y: "you always open with compliments like that?"
t: "only for my best girl."
you tried to ignore the way your stomach fluttered. blamed it on the hunger. or the fact that he was wearing that cologne you liked. warm and vanilla-heavy, clinging to the collar of his hoodie.
y: "drive, loser."
t: "yes, ma’am."
his playlist was full of rock and r&b. it made the whole night feel like a coming-of-age movie, the kind where two characters try really hard not to fall in love.
he tapped the steering wheel at stoplights, mouthing lyrics with that signature little smirk of his. you leaned your head against the window, letting the campus fade into neon lights and quiet streets.
for a few minutes, it was quiet. peaceful. too peaceful.
t: "so. how’s the brain rot going?"
you groaned dramatically.
y: "don’t even ask. my professor threw half the final questions at us with no warning. i’m genuinely considering faking my own death to avoid grades this semester."
t: "okay, but if you disappear, i’m coming with you. we’ll fake our deaths together. start new lives. new names. probably fall in love out of sheer convenience."
y: "taesan."
t: "what?"
he smirked.
t: "tell me i wouldn’t make a hot fake husband."
y: "you’d forget our anniversary and give me a gas station rose to make up for it."
t: "and yet you’d still kiss me before bed."
you didn’t respond.
you could feel his eyes on you, could feel the weight of the silence pressing down on your chest.
you forced a laugh and looked out the window again.
the drive-thru was empty when you pulled in. 1:06 a.m., according to the dashboard clock. taesan leaned out of the window with that lazy charm that made cashiers fall in love with him on the spot.
t: "hi, can i get two large fries, one vanilla shake, a double cheeseburger, nuggets, and…"
he glanced at you.
t: "one strawberry cream pie. she’ll kill me if i forget that."
you nudged his arm.
y: "stop acting like i’m predictable."
t: "you literally had a meltdown last semester when they were out."
y: "i did not."
t: "you threatened to sue."
you glared at him, but he just grinned and paid with crumpled bills from his pocket.
the radio shifted to a slower track, cherry waves by deftones. it was low and moody. he’d played it the night you cried over a psych paper and he drove you around in circles for two hours just to calm you down.
your heart ached a little.
t: "you’re real quiet tonight."
y: "just tired."
he didn’t buy it. you could tell by the way his fingers stilled on the steering wheel.
t: "is it… something i did?"
you blinked.
y: "what? no. why would you think that?"
t: "dunno. you’re just… different."
y: "maybe i’m just not in the mood to flirt back tonight."
the silence that followed was sharp. you hadn’t meant it like that. or maybe you had. maybe you were tired of pretending that all his little flirty comments didn’t mean something.
y: "…sorry."
t: "no. don’t be."
his voice was softer.
t: "i should’ve shut up. you don’t need that on top of everything else."
y: "that’s not what i meant."
his eyes met yours. you could feel the weight behind it. he looked like he wanted to say something. something real, but the drive-thru window slid open and interrupted the moment.
he took the bags, thanked the cashier, and pulled away in silence.
you parked behind the diner like always. quiet, half-lit lot, view of the flickering neon sign above the rooftop. you each picked at your food for a while, unspoken tension growing between you.
until you set your drink down and spoke.
y: "taesan."
he looked over, a fry halfway to his mouth.
t: "hm?"
y: "why do you do this with me?"
he tilted his head.
t: "do what?"
y: "these late-night drives. food runs. making playlists. remembering my order. calling me your ‘best girl.’"
he blinked, chewing slowly.
t: "because you’re my best friend?"
you stared at him. he stared back.
t: "…is that not enough?"
your chest ached.
y: "it is. but it also… makes it really hard to ignore everything else."
t: "like what?"
y: "like the way you look at me sometimes."
he froze.
y: "or how you get quiet when i talk about other guys. or how you touch me. like i’m something breakable."
his burger was forgotten. his whole focus was on you.
t: "i don’t know when it started. honestly. maybe last fall. maybe the night you fell asleep in my hoodie and smiled when i pulled the seatbelt over you."
your breath caught.
t: "but yeah. i don’t just do this because we’re friends. not anymore."
the air between you shifted. thick with something unspoken and heavy.
t: "if i tell you i like you, does it ruin anything?"
y: "no. but it changes everything."
the ride home should’ve been quiet.
it was always quiet after food. you’d be full, slightly sleepy, letting the gentle hum of the road settle your nerves before crawling back into your bed. taesan would make a dumb joke, play some tiktok audio stuck in his head, maybe drive you around the block once or twice before dropping you off.
but tonight, everything felt different.
he didn’t start the car right away. just sat there, both hands on the wheel, eyes flicking from the rearview mirror to the dashboard like he didn’t trust either.
t: "so... what happens now?"
you glanced at him, startled. his voice was careful, like one wrong word might break something between you.
y: "i don’t know."
t: "do you-, do you want something to happen?"
he paused, biting the inside of his cheek. you didn’t answer right away. you just looked at him. really looked at him.
he was wearing the hoodie you always stole. the one you accidentally slept in during spring break. the one that still smelled like a mix of laundry detergent and cheap cologne and him. his hair was messier than usual. he looked like a boy with too many words caught behind his tongue.
y: "you’re the one who said it."
t: "i know. but you didn’t push me away."
you let out a slow breath and stared at the glowing diner sign through the windshield.
y: "i’ve been trying not to."
he went quiet again, eyes searching your face like he needed to memorize it.
t: "you’ve been trying not to like me?"
y: "i’ve been trying not to do anything about it."
he laughed under his breath. it wasn’t mean, it was soft. surprised.
t: "fuck. that’s the closest thing to a love confession i’ve ever gotten from you.""
he leaned his head back against the seat.
y: "shut up."
he turned to you fully, one hand resting on the gearshift, the other now loose in his lap.
t: "you really want me to stop flirting with you?"
you met his eyes.
y: "i want you to mean it."
his smile faded. slowly. purposefully.
t: "i do."
your throat tightened.
t: "every dumb thing i say. every nickname. every time i stare too long. i meant all of it."
you nodded slowly, heart pounding in your chest. you should’ve been scared, but there was something electric about the moment. like something years in the making was finally catching fire.
t: "you never said anything either, you know."
y: "because i thought you were just like this. with everyone."
he blinked, brow furrowing.
t: "do you think i remember everyone’s exact order at mcdonald’s and play deftones, when they cry about school?"
y: "i mean… maybe?"
t: "you’re the only person i’d spend this much gas money on."
you rolled your eyes, fighting a grin.
y: "gas is expensive. that’s a real act of love."
t: "exactly. you’re my most financially irresponsible choice."
you laughed. really laughed.
and it felt good. it felt right. it felt like the kind of laugh you’d share with someone who already knew too much and still wanted to stay. by the time he pulled out of the parking lot, your fingers were brushing along the edge of the seat. close. almost too close.
you weren’t even heading straight home. he didn’t ask. he just started driving in slow, familiar loops around campus like he didn’t want to say goodbye yet.
t: "remember the night we drove around during the snowstorm freshman year?"
y: "you mean when your wipers stopped working and i had to stick my head out the window to direct you like a living gps?"
t: "romantic, wasn’t it?"
y: "i think i got mild frostbite."
t: "but you didn’t want to go home either."
you glanced over at him, heart catching.
y: "no. i didn’t."
he smiled at that.
you watched him drive. his jaw flexing with every tight turn, the way his fingers tapped the wheel absentmindedly to the beat of the music. everything about him was easy and warm and stupidly pretty, especially in the half-dark glow of passing streetlights.
y: "do you flirt with me because you’re scared to say how you actually feel?"
he didn’t answer right away.
t: "maybe. or maybe i flirt with you because i wanted you to see it."
his voice was low now, serious.
y: "i did."
his eyes flicked toward you for just a second. something passed between you that neither of you could name yet.
y: "i just didn’t think you meant it."
t: "i did. i do."
he exhaled sharply. you ended up in a gas station parking lot twenty minutes later. no one spoke. you were both holding drinks now. yours untouched, his nearly empty. the radio was still playing, some rock song that felt too intimate, like background music for a first kiss that hadn’t happened yet.
t: "can i ask something kinda weird?"
y: "aren’t you always weird?"
t: "yeah, but like. extra weird."
you nodded, bracing yourself.
y: "go ahead."
he cleared his throat.
t: "have you ever… have you ever thought about us? like… actually together?"
you froze. and then slowly nodded.
y: "more times than i can count."
he leaned closer over the center console now. not touching you, but almost. like he was waiting for one signal, one crack in your posture to make a move.
t: "me too."
y: "then why didn’t we ever do anything about it?"
t: "because if i kissed you, i knew i wouldn’t be able to stop. and i thought maybe you didn’t want that."
you stared at him, wide-eyed.
y: "i don’t think i’d want you to stop either."
he let out a shaky breath, eyes dropping to your lips. the moment stretched. sweet, terrifying, electric.
t: "fuck."
he pulled back just a little, eyes still on yours.
t: "this is gonna ruin me."
y: "then ruin me too."
he didn’t kiss you. he didn’t not kiss you, either.
you were still parked in front of the gas station, both leaning close, sharing the same air. every second passed like molasses. heavy, warm, impossible to pull away from.
but taesan didn’t move. neither did you. instead, he blinked like he was waking up from a dream and sat back in his seat.
t: "you hungry again?"
you looked at him in disbelief.
y: "are you serious right now?"
he shrugged, like his whole body wasn’t screaming, like his hands didn’t twitch where they rested in his lap.
t: "i got all caught up in my own feelings and forgot your shake’s been sitting there melting."
y: "taesan."
t: "what? i just wanna do this right. okay?"
he smiled. not his usual shit-eating grin. this one was tired around the edges. you sighed, biting the inside of your cheek.
y: "i don’t think a second run to mcdonald’s is gonna fix what that moment almost was."
t: "it’s not for fixing. it’s for… breathing."
he turned the key, engine rumbling to life again.
t: "let’s go for one more drive. then we figure it out."
this time, it was quiet. really quiet.
you passed empty streets and dim porch lights, whole neighborhoods asleep while your heart thudded out of rhythm. taesan was driving like he had no destination. just winding aimlessly, one hand on the wheel, the other pressed into the side of his thigh like he was trying not to reach for you.
you hated how much you wanted him to. you finally spoke once you hit the main strip.
y: "you’re scared too, huh?"
he didn’t look at you. just nodded.
t: "i’m scared i’ve already fucked it up."
y: "you haven’t."
he breathed out slowly, like he didn’t believe you. the golden arches appeared again, soft and sleepy in the distance. he pulled in without saying a word, this time glancing over at you before rolling the window down.
t: "what do you want? like, food-wise. existentially, we’ll get to later."
y: "surprise me."
he arched a brow.
t: "bold of you to say that to the guy who once drank ranch on a dare."
y: "just not that again."
t: "got it. mystery combo, no ranch trauma."
he ordered something quickly and leaned back, tapping his fingers anxiously on the door. you stayed quiet until the worker handed over the bag. he drove to the back of the lot again, tucked away from the building’s lights. same place you always ended up. you reached into the bag first, pulling out a sandwich and unwrapping it.
your hand froze.
y: "...did you just get me a filet-o-fish?"
he looked at you mid-sip of his drink.
t: "yeah? i thought you liked them."
y: "taesan, i hate them."
t: "what? no way. i swear you ordered that once."
y: "i complained about someone ordering it in front of me."
his face fell a little.
you set the sandwich down carefully and looked at him, heart tightening at something deeper behind the mistake.
y: "you always remember my order."
he swallowed.
t: "i know."
you stared at him. he stared back.
t: "i was nervous. i couldn’t think straight. i panicked and pointed."
y: "you ordered me a fish sandwich in a panic."
t: "...yeah."
and maybe it wasn’t a big deal. maybe it was just a fast food mix-up. but it felt like more than that.
because he always knew. always had. the fries, the nuggets, the pie, the drink, the sauce packets. even the exact ratio of ketchup you liked on your tray. he never forgot. he’d made remembering you into a habit.
until tonight.
y: "are you pulling away from me already?"
t: "what?"
y: "it’s just one mistake, but it feels like… like a warning."
his eyes went wide, and his voice cracked slightly.
y: "then why does it feel like you hit the brakes right before everything changed?"
he sat there, hands clenching on the steering wheel. his mouth opened and closed again.
t: "because i’m fucking terrified."
you stared.
t: "i’ve wanted this. you. for so long, i don’t even know how to let it happen without breaking something. and i keep thinking… what if we go there and it’s not what you thought it’d be? what if i ruin the one good thing in my life because i couldn’t just keep my feelings to myself?"
you reached across the console, fingers brushing his wrist.
y: "but what if it is what we thought it’d be?"
his voice dropped to something hoarse. raw.
t: "then i’d never stop touching you."
your breath hitched.
t: "i’d kiss you in this shitty parking lot and never order wrong again."
y: "you better not. i’m never letting the fish thing go."
t: "i deserve that."
he turned toward you, face open, expression almost pleading.
t: "but i also deserve this, right?"
you didn’t answer with words this time. you just leaned forward, and so did he. slowly, breathlessly, like you were both about to step off the edge of something steep. your noses brushed. then foreheads. his hand cupped your cheek, tentative and warm.
t: "can i?"
y: "yes."
he kissed you. and it wasn’t rushed or messy or overly dramatic. it was real. slow, full of held-back tension and years of quiet longing.
his lips moved against yours like he already knew exactly how to kiss you. like he’d spent nights replaying it in his head. like he wasn’t scared anymore.
he pulled back just enough to whisper against your lips:
t: "you taste like vanilla shake and heartbreak."
y: "you taste like fries and fear."
you both broke into laughter, mouths still brushing, eyes damp but happy.
t: "fuck. i really like you."
he looked at you like you were everything.
y: "i really like you too."
the kiss was still sitting on your lips like sugar. soft, sticky, warm. like a milkshake half-finished and still sweet on the tongue. taesan hadn’t said anything since. just sat there, eyes on you like he was memorizing the way you breathed now.
you weren’t sure who moved first. maybe it was you, shifting closer over the center console. or maybe it was him, brushing your thigh like it was an accident, but not pulling away.
the air inside the car felt heavy. good heavy. the kind that sank into your skin and stayed there.
t: "if i touch you, i won’t stop."
your stomach flipped. he wasn’t teasing this time.
y: "then touch me."
he blinked like you’d just knocked the wind out of him.
t: "you’re sure?"
y: "i’ve never been more sure about anything."
you didn’t even get the full sentence out before he was on you again. this time less cautious, more desperate. lips moving with intent, his fingers cupping your jaw like he needed to feel you. your seatbelt was still on, awkwardly pulling at your shoulder, but neither of you cared.
you reached for his hoodie, tugging lightly, letting him shift closer over the console.
his hand found your thigh. and that’s when everything slowed down again.
he squeezed. gentle at first, then firmer. like he was testing how far you’d let him go.
your breath hitched, thighs shifting under his palm.
t: "fuck. you always wear these little shorts when you ride with me."
you shivered.
t: "like you want me to stare. like you want me to touch you just like this."
his thumb brushed the soft inside of your thigh, dangerously close to where you were already starting to ache. you tilted your hips without thinking.
y: "you always stare anyway."
t: "of course i do."
his voice dropped.
t: "how am i supposed to not stare?"
his fingers ghosted over the hem of your shorts now, teasing along your skin, slipping just under the fabric.
t: "you let me pretend we were just friends. you sat next to me in this seat, bare legs, messy hair, sipping that shake like you didn’t know what you were doing to me."
y: "taesan..."
he kissed you again, harder this time. his tongue slipped against yours, needy, like he was making up for every moment he couldn’t do this before.
your hand slid up under his hoodie, fingertips grazing the warm skin of his stomach. he gasped softly into your mouth, and it made you ache.
t: "you’re so soft. fuck."
his fingers squeezed again, dragging slowly between your thighs.
t: "so warm. so- fuck."
y: "we’re still in the parking lot."
he pulled back with a breathless little smile, forehead pressed to yours.
t: "do you want me to stop?"
y: "no."
t: "then let me make you feel good."
his voice was so gentle it made your eyes sting.
t: "just for a second. just let me have this."
you nodded, and he leaned down this time. pressing slow kisses along your neck, your collarbone, breathing hard. his hand stayed between your thighs, barely moving, fingers sliding up and down but not pushing in.
t: "you’re already shaking."
y: "because i’ve wanted this forever."
t: "me too."
his lips hovered over yours again.
t: "and now i don’t ever wanna stop."
he finally slipped his fingers under your waistband, and you gasped. loud, almost shocked at how easily your body welcomed him. he groaned.
t: "you’re soaked, baby."
y: "don’t call me that."
t: "why? scared i’ll make it a habit?"
you whimpered when he pressed two fingers inside, slow, dragging along every soft part of you. he kissed your cheek, your jaw, your throat. like he couldn’t pick a favorite place.
t: "you sound so pretty."
you couldn’t speak. only breathless, desperate sounds that made his fingers move faster.
t: "let me hear you. don’t be quiet now."
you moaned into his shoulder as he kept pumping into you, thumb finding your clit and circling just the way you liked. it was instinctual, like he already knew your body, like he’d been waiting for this moment just to worship it properly.
t: "just like that. fuck, just like that, baby."
your hands clutched the fabric of his hoodie, and he let you. pressing kisses to your temple while your thighs trembled around his hand. when you came, it was all heat and clenching muscle and his name in your throat, the windows fogged and your body arching into his grip.
he didn’t pull away right away.
he kissed you through it, slow and sweet, letting you fall apart in his lap. you laid there for a moment after, his hand still cupping your thigh, lips brushing your hairline.
t: "you okay?"
y: "yeah."
you smiled.
y: "more than okay."
he laughed under his breath.
t: "good. you deserve to feel good."
you looked up at him.
y: "do you know how long i’ve wanted that?"
t: "do you know how long i’ve imagined it?"
you blushed, and he kissed the tip of your nose.
t: "you’re mine now, you know that, right?"
y: "i was always yours."
you were still half-draped across the center console, legs tangled up under the dashboard, skin sticky and warm from where he touched you like he meant it. because he did mean it.
he had to.
but now the air felt heavier again. quieter. like you were both waiting to see if that moment was a high… or a mistake. taesan’s hand hadn’t left your thigh. his thumb brushed lazy little shapes into your skin, slow and rhythmic like he wasn’t even thinking about it.
you watched him. he looked so calm. eyes slightly hooded, bottom lip still pink from kissing you too hard.
and then he said it. like it’d been sitting on his tongue for hours.
t: "did that… mean something to you?"
your chest tightened. you sat up slowly, the car seat creaking beneath you. he looked over immediately, his face unreadable in the shadows.
y: "did you mean it?"
he swallowed.
t: "every second."
you nodded. let out a shaky breath.
y: "then yeah. it meant everything."
his whole body softened.
t: "thank fuck."
you huffed a laugh.
y: "were you really sitting there thinking i’d let you finger me in a parking lot and then ghost you?"
t: "listen, i’ve seen things on tiktok. people are unhinged."
you rolled your eyes, but the smile pulling at your lips was impossible to hide.
he leaned back in his seat now, one arm thrown lazily over the steering wheel, the other still touching you. always touching.
t: "i meant what i said, y’know. you’re mine now."
y: "you’re mine too."
t: "oh?"
he raised a brow.
t: "am i?"
y: "you always were."
he bit his lip, leaning toward you again.
t: "say it again."
y: "mine?"
t: "yeah."
his voice dipped, low and teasing.
t: "say it like you said my name when you came."
your cheeks flushed instantly.
y: "you’re disgusting."
t: "and yours."
you couldn’t stop laughing. god, he was infuriating. and perfect. and completely wrecked from you, even if he was trying to play it cool now.
you reached for his hand and laced your fingers with his.
y: "don’t make this a joke."
his smile fell soft again. warm. serious.
t: "i’m not. i’m all yours."
you sat in silence for a while after that. his fingers still tangled in yours, his thumb rubbing slow circles into the back of your hand. outside, the parking lot was quiet. some drunk kid stumbled past in a hoodie, but neither of you noticed.
he played with your pinky.
t: "so… what now?"
y: "we go home."
t: "separate dorms or together?"
you bit your lip.
y: "do you want me in your bed tonight?"
he looked like he might combust.
t: "do not play with me right now."
y: "i’m serious."
he leaned in. kissed you again, slow and sweet and sleepy. like he didn’t need to rush. like he finally knew he had you.
t: "you’re coming home with me."
you rode in silence again.
but this time, it was full of something else. peace. clarity. the promise of something real. he reached over at a red light and grabbed your hand again.
t: "you know… if i’d kissed you last semester, i think i would've ruined it."
y: "why?"
t: "i wasn’t ready to be serious about anyone."
y: "and now?"
t: "i want everything."
you squeezed his hand.
y: "good. because you have it."
by the time he pulled up outside his dorm, it was close to 3 a.m. you both sat there for a second. neither of you moved.
t: "hey."
y: "hm?"
t: "you sure this isn’t too fast?"
you looked at him. messy hair, soft hoodie, nervous fingers tapping the wheel. he wasn’t trying to rush you. he just didn’t want to sleep alone knowing what it felt like to finally have your mouth on his. your thighs around his fingers. your voice gasping his name.
y: "i’m not sleeping without you tonight."
he nodded once, quick. then put the car in park and all but sprinted around to your side. he opened the door for you. like he always did.
his bed was small.
you’d been in it before, dozens of times. late-night movies, post-class naps, that one time you both pretended to “study” and ended up dozing off, feet tangled.
but this time, it felt different.
this time, his hoodie wasn’t between you. this time, your shirt came off before your shoes did. this time, his hand was still on your waist even after you fell asleep.
you didn’t have sex. he kissed you so slowly it made you whimper. then he kissed you again when you were brushing your teeth. then again when you stole his sweats. then again when you crawled into bed first and shivered because he liked to keep his window cracked open.
and then you fell asleep. tangled. warm. sore in the best way. now, the sun was rising. too early. too orange. you blinked slowly, nose buried against his chest.
taesan was already awake.
his fingers were stroking your spine under the blanket, bare skin to bare skin, light and slow like he didn’t want to startle you.
t: "you’re awake."
you hummed, lips brushing his collarbone.
y: "technically."
he laughed softly, and it rumbled through your cheek where it rested on his chest.
t: "do you remember last night?"
y: "how could i forget?"
t: "i was worried it might’ve been some wild dream i made up while falling asleep to your perfume."
you smiled.
y: "you fell asleep before me."
t: "i passed out from how perfect it was. you literally kissed me breathless and then made me hold you like i wasn’t still recovering from my third heart attack of the night."
you leaned up on your elbow, nose brushing his jaw.
y: "poor baby."
t: "devastated."
you kissed him again. this one was slower. warm from sleep. no tongue, no tension. just you. just him. just quiet air and a messy comforter and bare legs under flannel sheets.
when you pulled back, his eyes were already on you.
t: "i should tell you something."
your stomach fluttered, but you nodded.
y: "okay."
he shifted so you were looking down at him now, straddling one of his thighs, his hands gentle on your hips under the blanket.
t: "i think i’ve been in love with you since the first time you fell asleep in my car."
you blinked.
y: "freshman year?"
he nodded, eyes soft.
t: "you were curled up in my passenger seat, shoes still on, holding a cup of fries like it was a baby bird."
you laughed.
t: "and you smiled when i turned the music down so it wouldn’t wake you. like, still half-asleep, but you smiled. and i remember thinking, ‘shit. i want that smile forever.’"
your heart ached in the sweetest way.
y: "taesan…"
t: "i didn’t say anything because i thought i’d lose you if i said it out loud."
you leaned down and kissed him again. long, deep, lingering.
y: "you’ll never lose me."
he kissed your wrist, then your palm, then your shoulder.
t: "do you still want fries for breakfast?"
you laughed, collapsing onto his chest.
y: "you did mess up my order last night."
t: "yeah, and i’ve been punishing myself in my dreams ever since."
y: "we can fix it."
t: "how?"
y: "you drive. i’ll nap. and this time… get me a damn pie."
t: "anything you want."
he kissed the top of your head, arms wrapping tight around you like you were his favorite thing in the world.
because you were. and you always had been.
two weeks later
your phone buzzed as you walked out of your psych lecture.
t: "parking lot. get in loser."
you rolled your eyes, spotting his car where it always was. the windows were down. the music was soft. a shake sat in the cupholder, already sweating in the heat. you opened the door to find your usual order in a paper bag on the dash.
correct, this time.
y: "so you can remember."
t: "i only forget when i’m in love."
you raised an eyebrow.
y: "you are in love."
t: "that’s the problem."
he leaned across the seat and kissed you. vanilla shake. salty fries. his hand in yours. everything was right again. and this time, you didn’t want to drive in circles. you just wanted to stay.
you’d been glued to him ever since. stealing kisses between classes, dozing off together during library breaks, holding hands even when they got sweaty. everyone knew now. not because you told them, but because taesan couldn’t stop looking at you like you were his favorite song on repeat.
you didn’t plan it. but one late night, parked in that same spot behind the diner, it just happened.
he kissed you like he hadn’t all week. not lazy or teasing. just needy. his hands were on your face, your waist, under your shirt like they’d missed the feel of you. and they had. his whole body had.
t: "come here."
you let him pull you into the backseat, giggling as you climbed over the console and straddled his lap. he pulled the door closed behind you and the world went silent. just him, you, the faint glow of the radio, and the sticky warmth of late spring air.
t: "you look so pretty like this."
your thighs bracketed his hips, arms around his shoulders, your tank top already riding up. he ran his hands up your sides, slow and reverent.
y: "you’ve seen me like this before."
t: "not like this."
you kissed him before he could say more, your fingers diving into his hair, your hips grinding without meaning to. he groaned. deep and raw, and bit gently at your bottom lip.
t: "you’re making me crazy."
y: "good."
he chuckled low, hands moving under your top now, finally palming your chest. you gasped as his thumbs brushed your nipples through your bra, hips jerking forward instinctively.
t: "fuck."
his lips dropped to your neck.
t: "look how responsive you are."
you whimpered, pressing into his touch as he gently tugged your bra down. your shirt bunched just under your arms, but you didn’t care. not when his tongue flicked softly over your nipple, his hands holding you steady as you arched into him.
y: "tae-"
t: "i’ve got you, baby. i’ve got you."
his hand moved between your legs, cupping you through your shorts.
t: "you’re soaked already. is it from the kissing or the way i’m talking to you?"
y: "both."
t: "thought so."
he popped the button and slid his hand into your underwear. no games this time. just his fingers parting your folds and rubbing slow, tight circles over your clit. you cried out into his neck and he groaned at the sound, rutting his hips upward beneath you.
t: "you ride me here or do you want me to fuck you into the seat?"
y: "ride. i wanna to feel you under me."
his eyes fluttered shut for a second.
t: "condom’s in the glove box."
you scrambled forward, breathless and shaking. he watched you lean into the front seat, shirt halfway off, shorts slipping down your thighs. the second you handed him the wrapper, he ripped it open and pulled his sweats down just enough to free himself. you stared.
thick. flushed pink. already leaking.
t: "you okay?"
y: "you’re big."
his smirk was full of heat and something darker.
t: "you can take it. you took my fingers so good, baby. you’ll take this even better."
you climbed back over him slowly, both of you breathless, both of you shaking. he held you steady with one hand on your waist, the other wrapping around himself.
t: "go slow. just like that. yeah, fuck- just like that."
the stretch made your thighs tremble. he hissed as you sank down on him, both of you moaning as you took every inch. he filled you up so completely it made your eyes sting.
t: "you feel so fucking good."
you barely moved at first. just shifting your hips, adjusting to the size, grinding in tight, wet circles that made both of you curse.
y: "wanted this for so long."
t: "me too, baby. me too. you’re so tight. so perfect for me."
his hands slid up your thighs, gripping the plush of them, guiding you into a steady rhythm. your nails dug into his shoulders, your body fully pressed against his now, skin sticking, breaths shared.
the windows fogged fast. the air smelled like sweat and fries and you. your name left his mouth like prayer.
t: "look at you, riding me like this. my perfect girl. so fucking pretty-"
y: "tae- i’m gon-"
t: "come for me. come on my cock. i want to feel you squeeze me, baby."
you shattered, thighs trembling, whole body shaking as he held you through it. groaning when you clenched around him, whining as he pressed up into you harder, faster, chasing his own high.
he came with a growl into your neck, teeth grazing your skin, arms locked around your waist.
you didn’t move for a while. just laid there, tangled, sweaty, boneless in the backseat. he kissed your temple, then your shoulder, then the side of your neck.
t: "you okay?"
y: "never been better."
t: "you wanna go again or should i drive you home first?"
haechan is always the one taking control, overstimulating you, pushing you until you break— this time it was your turn
his hands were tied to the headboard and you straddled his lap, making sure he couldn’t do anything to stop you from putting a vibrator against his tip and another in his ass, watching his cute cock twitch and leak with precum
as soon as he starts to arch his back to signal he’s getting close, you turn both vibrators off and wait for him to continue begging for release. you took turns edging him and riding him until he was a babbling, drooling mess. his whimpers and high pitched moans sounded so girly, it was cute seeing your boyfriend sound and look so pathetic~
thinking about riding haechan while he plays his game after cock warming him for so long. feeling his dick twitch inside you every time you move your hips ever so slightly— just enough to put him on the brink of cumming, until he finally loses his game and you lose your patience. overstimulated and tired haechannie sounds so cute :(
since i am stuck in the trenches of ovulation and the d-word is running laps around my brain, YES I WILL. top ten use of my writing skills: writing community pervert lee donghyuck as a daddy dom 🙂↕️
(just to clarify i started writing this and THEN had an edible and posted it accidentally whilst off my balls… hope the dear anon that asked me this sees it i dedicate this to you ❤️)
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“daddy…”
it slips through your lips whilst he’s eating you out, nails digging into the meat of your ass as he all but drags your pussy to his lips. haechan is a relentless eater, but when he hears you whine that, he stops in his tracks.
“what did you just call me?”
your cheeks begin to heat, partially from the way his fingers slip out of your cunt and move to on your clit, partially from the way his voice drops. haechan doesn’t stop teasing you though, he would never, crooking his fingers on your clit and beginning to rub it in slow circles.
“n-nothin’.” it’s embarrassing, the way it just slipped out, and you clench your legs together in a futile effort to build up the pressure that began to coil in your gut. “haechan-”
your pleading is cut off by a harsh slap to your ass. “that’s not it, princess. what-” your head flops back down into the pillows when he slips his thumb inside, shorter yet thicker than his fingers- “-did you just call me?”
you could whimper. you could cry, scream, beg for him to continue but your lover would never be satisfied. he only wants to hear the words fall from your lips, to fuck you hard and deep enough to have your mind falling apart at the seams. and when he slaps your ass again when you fail to respond, you scream exactly what he wants to hear.
“ah- daddy!” haechan smirks, then scoffs.
“you nasty little freak,” he groans, finally climbing onto the bed only to press his rock hard cock against your irritated skin. “daddy?”
you’re so far gone that you mistake his faux disgust for satisfaction, nodding your head and rubbing your ass against his throbbing erection. “mhm… need daddy to fuck me.”
you awaken something primal in him, something raw and unrestrained, and haechan spreads your ass cheeks apart, marvelling at the way your pussy leaks for him.
“need me to fill you up, princess?” his tone is borderline condescending and you melt, mind going dumb as his fingers on your clit begin to speed up. “gonna call me daddy whilst i blow your back out?”
“y-yeah…” in all honesty, haechan should be surprised. you’ve never sounded so desperate before, but when he begins to tease your leaky seam with his tip, he’s in love with the way your back arches. his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you back on his cock as he begins shallow thrusts into your tight hole.
“that’s it,” he grunts, bathing in the way your moans fill the room. “who’s your daddy, princess?”
“you!” what a pitiful little slut you are, falling apart so quickly from a couple of thrusts. “you’re my daddy, hyuck, fuck-”
“damn fuckin’ right i am.” it’s downright animalistic, the way he sounds, but you love it, cunt squeezing all the more as he fucks you within an inch of your life. “cum for me, baby. cum for your daddy.”
and cum for him you do, arousal drenching the blankets below as you shake against him, eyes rolling into the back of your head and fists clenching as stars flash behind your eyelids.
later that night, you note that calling haechan daddy in bed is bound to get you the best fuck of your life.
a/n : daddy count — 9. might have went a little ooc with this (if you can even use ooc to describe kpop idols… they’re not characters 🤷♀️) but my pussy is in agreement with what i’ve written here so i COULD NOT care less
