Prim

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I BROUGHT THE HEAT! ༉‧₊˚.

[endoll]

Todays my birthday 🥲🥲 i logged in to say im closing this blog, I don’t feel the same way I did in the past and I’m making money moves LAMAOAOO jk but thank you for supporting me and my silly fanfics i hope i can come back to u soon 🥲❤️

[crystallking]

crystal's stalking, fic recs

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birthday post to mr smooth operator

note : this took so long omg why did I start this series😭 jk hope u enjoy!

please reblog if you liked any of my recs! thank you

24 fics for 24 y.o pjs

JAY

all eyes on you by @jongst4r pairing: husband!jay x fem bombshell!reader themes: smut, slightly public sex, creampie, slightly possesive!jay, a lot of body worship, praise, dirty talk, strong language wc: 2k ooh no words 😮‍💨

ME AND MY HUSBAND by @bywons pairing: cold fiance!park jongseong x fem reader themes: arranged marriage au, angst, fluff, hurt & comfort, ‘she fell first but he fell harder’ vibe (?) slowburn-ish wc: 19.5k who doesn't love a good 'she fell first but he fell harder' trope

all that glitters pt. 1 by @stllmnstr pairing: park jongseong x fem reader themes: academic rivals to lovers, rich jay au, university au, angst, slow burn wc: 19.6k (pt. 1 only) I love how jay is rich in every single universe

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOVERDOㅤㅤㅤㅤ by @courire pairing: actor!jay x fem actress!reader themes: after au, making out, skinship wc: 890 belift, please actor jay juseyo 🥺

JAY : NSFW! by @misolhee pairing: sugar daddy!jay x college student!reader themes: unprotected sex, breeding, fingering, oral sex (reader giving), rough sex, spanking, soft & romantic sex, praise kink, use of pet names all along the fic wc: 3.1k sometimes I think about engenes that don't know Tumblr, just living their lives and never knowing fics like this exist

My Sheriff by @mintokyoon pairing: sheriff!jay x fem wife!reader themes: smut, praise kink, possession themes, oral sex, vaginal penetration, orgasm control / edging, spanking / impact play, rough sex, breeding / impregnation talk wc: 1.3k I absolutely love sheriff!jay or just sheriff!enhypen in general 🫰😊

BEST PART. by @jjwoned pairing: dad!jay x fem mom!reader themes: fluff, reader is pregnant, nicknames, smt yall don't know abt me is that I DONT play abt dad!enhypen😛😮‍💨

BAD FOR ME by @jeongspetal pairing: ex!park jongseong x fem reader themes: smut, soft!dom jay, p in v, cheating, pet names wc: 1.4k im so sorry jay please take me back I didn't mean it, please take me backkkk 😭😭😭😭😭😭

its not sex by @endoll pairing: childhood bsf!jay x fem reader themes: munch!jay cursing, smut obviously, oral (f + m receiving), handjob, cum eating so when do they get married? 😁

SPORTS CAR by @avtrns pairing: f1 driver!jay x fem reader themes: smut, one night stand, porn with plot, car sex, oral (m receiving), cum eating, he's a head pusher, riding wc: 2.2k AND it has multiple parts😛😛😛😛

In The Dark;; by @kpoptrashlord-007 pairing: yandere!jay x reader themes: yandere themes, dark themes, violence wc: 2k never knew this was an option..🤭

THE HIGH LIFE by @lac4ygal pairing: musician!jay x fem nepobaby!reader themes: angst, smut, toxic relationship, musician au, nepo baby au, addiction, tragedy, no happy ending :( wc: 22.3k i cried

babysitter by @jaysbaefie pairing: chaebol!jay x fem younger bratty babysitter!reader themes: smut, rich dad au, age gap, brat x tamer, mean dom jay, possessive jay wc: 22.4k we need more fics of dad!jay on this planet

the only one for you by @v3lv3t-th1rst pairing: bsf!jay x fem reader themes: smut, softdom!jay, bigdick! jay, daddy jay wc: 2.8k i love love love possessive jay

Twisted Love by @nishirikiluv pairing: yandere!jay x reader themes: fear, drugging, a bit of noncon pt. 1, there are multiple parts stop I love this so much😍

Play dates by @sundives pairing: ex-lover ceo!jay x fem reader themes: ceo au, ex-lovers, fake dating, miscommunication, yearning, smut, fluff, angst wc: 25k this is so beautiful 🥲

with or without you by @heehxe pairing: obsessive stalker!jay x innocent reader themes: suggestive, slight angst, fluff, sensitive topics like murder wc: 4.9k why didn't i think of that 😩

𝖫𝖠𝖳𝖤 𝖲𝖯𝖱𝗂𝖭𝖦 by @yunpupp pairing: yandere!pjs x fem reader themes: abuse, smut, angst, hitting / kicking, mentions of bruises, violence, noncon, dead dove do not eat, impact play, oral (m! receiving), degradation, character death, blood kink, bodily horror wc: 1.3k 🤍

EoO by @mcwilla pairing: jay x reader themes: smut, public sex (yikes), fingering, dirty talk wc: 1.5k delicioso😋

LIKE A ROCKSTAR by @sagro pairing: jay x reader themes: smut, rockstar au, unrequited love wc: 12k please read this

instinct of a sinner by @beevitae pairing: priest!pjs x fem reader themes: heavy mentions of religion, blasphemous themes, smut wc: 11.3k this fic + lucifer on repeat 🥴

𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 by @noirellee pairing: park jongseong x fem reader themes: fluff, established relationship, kissing, skinship wc: 950 this is so healing

Always. by @fullsunberry pairing: jay x reader themes: angst, happy ending, running away trope, idol au wc:9.6k felt so bad for him in this, my Shayla😢

EYES DON’T LIE by @jaylaxies pairing: brother's bsf!jay x fem reader themes: smut, angst, fluff if you squint, porn with plot wc: 26.5k words please let me read this again for the first time😓😭

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[endoll]

HELLO I JUST SAW part 2 of its not sex in the works guys 😔🙏 it takes me a second

[wonubug]

INFRUNAMI ⭑

PAIRING: Huening Kai x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: When your best friends gets a little jealous but he seriously has nothing to worry about.

DISCLAIMERS: guys idk this was random and also just smau, more fluff, all pictures are from pinterest and are not mine!!!!!! thank u enjoy, txtblr email me, intak p1harmony mention and minji new jeans ok?

💌 mika’s message he’s gonna get eaten by me. a big bite will be taken out of him and you guys are not gonna look at me okay???

my beautiful sexy tags: @seobmoji @chccnne @endoll @wdcsvt @aesprn @wonwounds @seobsongz @xionvlog @kamxstar

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I needed thisncontent on main

[endoll]

ADORE ꩜ 제이크

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ being the queen in a loveless marriage took a lot out of you, good thing the courts jester is willing to help .ᐟ.ᐟ .⋆♱ Arranged marriage, jake is a jester, smut with a plot if u squint , nipple stuff, unprotected sex, cheating on the king😬😬 MUNCH JAKEEE!!!!!! Lowkey degrades? theo from piwon as ur hubby, i havent written in a sec so might be bad + rushed ending…

You knew your entire life that you were meant to get married. Not in the normal way full of love and devotion, but in the ways aimed to increase power. You had talked about it with your mother, she talked to you about how she happened to grow fond of your dad after a few years of being together. You always tried to ignore the pit in your stomach when you thought about your future, married off to some stranger who will never care for you. Stuck with him for the rest of your life.

You were twenty when you found out you were engaged to prince Taeyang. Twenty-two when you met him for the first time. You stood in front of him, staring at the tile floor beneath you.

“Pleasure to meet you, my lady,” he spoke first. His voice deep and stern, which didn’t shock you in the slightest. His whole self, from his carefully paired outfit to his shoes tied to the upmost elegancy a shoe could have.

“Pleasure to meet you,” you replied. Your dress was new, a light blue piece that you only took out for special events like this. It’s not every day you could meet your future husband, especially when it’s to someone as regal as him. You both shared a room, two separate beds since you were unmarried. He ignored you the entire night, sleeping turned away from you. No words were exchanged, no eye contact was made, it was like he forgot you were there.

When you saw him again, it was on your wedding night. It was beautiful, outside in the garden surrounded by hundreds of lilacs. You walked up by the preacher, a combination of flowers you couldn’t name in your hand. Your veil disrupted your vision, making sure you couldn’t see anything properly. The preacher starts talking, some nonsense about holy matrimony and how this is a union of two parties. You bit your lip, allowing your eyes to scan through the crowd to find someone you recognized. Whether it be Jungwon or Lara, you hoped someone from your kingdom came.

No one was there, only royals that associated themselves with your soon-to-be husband’s kingdom showed.

He refused to look at you after your wedding night, sleeping with his back turned towards you, walking a few steps ahead of you, eating dinner in a room away from yours.

You knew you were bound to be married, but how is it that it was so loveless?

You attended the parties, sat on a throne watching everyone dance or chat to the king. But no one paid any mind to you, the poor queen of Eltra who was married at twenty-two to a man she had met once. The only person who ever spoke to you at those parties was the jester.

He always appeared before the music was too loud. Unlike the lords and their women crowding the ballroom, he walked with a giant grin on his face, like the palace belonged to him just as much as it did the king.

“Your Majesty looks thrilled to be here,” he said one evening, stopping beside your throne with a dramatic bow.

You glanced at him from the corner of your eye. “And you look underdressed.”

He gasped, pressing a hand against his chest. “Cruel already? We’ve barely spoken.” His hat, with two points each with bells on the end of it, ringed in your ears with each action he took.

A few nearby nobles turned their heads disapprovingly : jesters were entertainment, not company for queens. But he ignored them every time, straightening with a smile.

His name was Jake. You had learned it from overheard conversations between servants. Apparently the king adored him because he was funny enough to make even Taeyang’s father laugh during council feasts. You couldn’t imagine Taeyang laughing at all, he was a heartless man to you, but so lively towards everyone else.

Jake tilted his head at you, taking the hat off so you can see his matted brown hair. “You do know everyone here is terrified of you, right?”

“Terrified?” you repeated quietly, looking around the room as if someone were to cone and disprove his statement.

“Mhm,” he leaned closer, “you’re beautiful and hard to read.” He lowered his voice further, “it makes these oldies nervous.”

You nearly smiled at that, but stopped yourself. “You shouldn’t speak to me this casually,” you warned. “Someone will think you’ve forgotten your place.”

Jake’s eyes flickered briefly toward the empty throne beside yours. Taeyang had disappeared into the crowd before the celebration even started.

“I’m invisible to these people,” he said softly. “No one cares about the fool.”

You didn’t get to respond, opening your mouth to make a comeback when suddenly your hand was in his.

He brought it up to his lips ever so slightly, pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “My lady, if you’ll let me, I could show you how to have some fun in these trying times.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. A queen’s responsibility was to make sure her husband and her people were pleased, whether it was marriage deeming or visiting a party, their well-being was instilled into your mind.

But… would it be so bad if you snuck away for a few moments? You’ve been at the castle for a year now and despite the solid gold crown that sat on your head, you were as see through as a civilian.

“What sort of fun?” You asked him, head tilting as if a new angle would give you a read on him.

Of course, it didn’t. No one could tell what was hiding behind a jesters eyes. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” a mischievous smirk sat on his face, contradicting the red and black clothes he wore that are supposed to entertain.

You debated in your head. How scandalous would it be for the queen to sneak off with the courts fool?

You nodded your head, standing abruptly and taking your hand back from him. “Leas the way then.”

And as unnoticed he walked in, the two of you left, sneaking to the silent halls that were filled with noise earlier. You didn’t know where you were going, only that Jake looked at peace walking a way that he’s been a million times.

The jester’s bedroom wasn’t as small as you thought it to be. Not as big as yours, but still decently sized for both of you to fit in comfortably. The walls were bare, the bed was made lazily with red blankets, the floor was spotless.

Jake appeared behind you, his hot breath fanning your neck. “How about we get you comfortable,” he suggested, untying the back of your corset with haste.

You couldn’t speak, the corset was poking into your ribs all night and now you could breathe.

His hands pulled it off of you, revealing your unclothed breasts slowly. His eyes widened, “You’re not wearing anything under?”

You shook your head, “it would’ve made it too tight.”

His lips found your neck, planting a soft kiss from behind as a test. One word of this and the king would have his head planted on the wall like a deer. But you didn’t complain, in fact, you lifted your head up so he could have more room.

He continued to plant soft kisses on the side of your neck, snaking his hands to your front to grab your breasts that he previously revealed. “Tell me when to stop,” he mumbles, his kisses starting to get sloppy. “Please.”

You nodded, feeling his heat pressed up against you. His fingers pinched your nipples, twisting them to the sides. Your head falls back, landing on his shoulder while he continues. His kisses were soft no more, replaced with a hunger only you can satisfy.

His hands let you go, finding the fabric that stopped at your hips and pulling it towards the floor. Your dress, a simple red one that took you almost an hour to put on, was off of you in a minute, leaving you completely naked in his room.

“If the king were to find us—“ you started, turning towards him and covering whatever you could with your hands.

“He won’t, you know he won’t.” And he was right, you weren’t even an afterthought in Taeyang’s head. You were a nobody pretending to be a queen.

He guides you to the bed, adjusting his pillows before laying you down so you can be comfortable. He sits at the foot, between your legs. Your knees were pushed together, stopping him from a view of your most intimate area.

“Is this okay?” He asks, bringing his hands to the joints and pressing them apart slightly.

You nodded shyly, separating them for him so he could see. This was bad, if anyone caught word of you two being in here, you’d both be dead. You might as well have been, you willingly let him touch you when you know you shouldn’t have.

But when he leans forward, bringing his mouth to the opening and plants a soft kiss, you knew you were done for.

Your pelvis lifts when he pulls away. You watch his face shift back into the smirk from earlier. Jake changes his position, moving to lay on his stomach, close to where you needed him. “You want this?”

“If I didn’t, I’d have your head,” you groaned “Please,” you begged, poking his sides with the soles of your feet.

He came closer, licking a short stripe up your core. He looked at you while he did it, watching your eyes close and a steady breath leave your nose. He licked another and another, bringing his face so close to you that you were sure he was going to be covered.

His nose bumped your clit, his tongue so deep inside of you, and you could do nothing but arch your back and moan at the sensations he gives you.

“I love this pussy,” he mumbled against you to no one in particular. “Can’t believe the king doesn’t want a taste.” His legs are moving against the bed, trying to get him closer than he already is.

“Jake—“ you moan out, hand gripping his hair as if it would help. He continues, tongue fucking you as if he knew you needed it. “Jake, I’m close,” you moaned, using your hand that was in his hair to move him where you needed him. He turned his head to go deeper, bringing his finger to replace his nose as your clit. He rubbed fast circles all while putting his tongue to work.

You came on his tongue soon after, breathless and dizzy like he had just taken something so sacred from you.

He grins and props himself up by his elbows, the lower half of his face covered in your liquids.

You looked at him, a look that you weren’t sure what was going to happen next. He could tell everyone their queen is a whore, he could tell your husband that you let him eat you out. Your heart beat fast, you shouldn’t be doing this, you should be at the party with Theo.

Jake’s position changed while you were thinking, moving to his knees. He had taken off his shirt while you weren’t paying attention, his pants pulled to his knees. “You still wanna go?” He leaned over you. It was now you realized how much bigger he was than you, towering over with one hand placed by your head. The other, on his dick, giving it a few pumps before aligning it with your entrance.

You moaned when he pushed it in, his mouth back on your neck to lick and bite. His hips shift slowly at first, like he wasn’t ready for something so good. When started to moan more, he increased his pace, knees digging into the bed for a better grip.

“Yeah? You like that?” He mumbled against your skin. “You like being fucked while your husband is downstairs?” You moaned, feeling him hit the spot that made your toes clench. He continued, wrapping his arm around your head to help him hit a better angle. “Who knew the queen was a whore.”

“Jake— fuck—“ You tried to disprove his claim, but you couldn’t. He was inside of you, splitting you open after making you come on his tongue.

“I’m gonna fucking cum in you,” he mumbles, “gonna put a baby into this pussy. Make the king wonder what his wife has been doing.” His other hand fumbled between your bodies, drawing lazy circles on your sensitive clit. Your back arched, your toes stayed clenched, your mouth open. All of your senses were fading and fast, the only thing that was important was him fucking you senseless until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He came in you like he said he would, slowing his pace while he rides out his high. You, on the other hand, felt like you were done five minutes ago. Your body felt heavy, the weight in your actions falling onto you slowly while you stare at the peeling paint on the ceiling.

Jake brings you in for a kiss, a deep one that had you clenching around him as if nothing just happened. “All for you, my queen,” his words muffled against your lips, “this is all for you.”

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Crush ꩜ 윤채

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ texts with gf!yoonchae who is in your rival group .ᐟ.ᐟ .⋆♱ prelude!yn, fem!reader, geeked!yoonchae, cw umm one gay joke idk (?) SHORTTT!!!!! pt 2 if ppl like

🏷️ @chccnne @clearlyhoonie @wonubug @seobmoji @aesprn @enhoonxx @marvelwomen-simp

[endoll]

Who do i write for THERES SO MANY OPTIONS I CANT DO THIIISS

[wonubug]

EVERYTHING I WANT ⭑

PAIRING: Haku Shota x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Giving a chance to the very loyal commenter in your twitter replies!!

DISCLAIMERS: just smau, all fluffy, all pictures are from pinterest and are not mine!!!!!! thank u enjoy

💌 mika’s message i love cutie sweet soul yaayayay had to whip smth up that wasn’t smut bc that’s deadaajhhh all i’ve been writing like a FLITHY SLAG. Srry anyways email me ok?

my beautiful sexy tags: @seobmoji @chccnne @endoll @wdcsvt @aesprn @wonwounds @seobsongz @xionvlog @kamxstar @cchocochipandy @alienslostinworld @theosflower @pxronbeat1 @applewormz @kyoluvrs @seomisaho @lilmiyavmiyav

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AW MIKA

[endoll]

Fart noise

Gulps

[wonubug]

SAVE YOUR TEARS ⭑

PAIRING: Choi Taeyang x Fem!reader

SYNOPSIS: Text messages between you and your classmate!!

DISCLAIMERS: strictly smau, fluff and then some bullshit because im angry and straight up projecting rn so there is not a happy ending.

💌 mika’s message! okay now everyone say FUCK WENDY. sorry this was straight up projection between me and my classmate who genuinely started acting a fool and im so Bothered still 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🫰🫰🫰🫰

🔖: @seobmoji @chccnne @endoll @wdcsvt @aesprn @wonwounds @seobsongz @xionvlog @kamxstar @cchocochipandy @alienslostinworld @theosflower @pxronbeat1  @applewormz @kyoluvrs @seomisaho @lilmiyamiyav

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Oh my gosh i was enjoying and then i waslike yeah i see what happened

[heeunleash]

⋆˚࿔ reunited ── a riki nishimura oneshot

(西村 力) ── in which , you use your blocked ex's number as small reminders for yourself. until he decides to reply back.

exes to lovers : 16 sc : cursing : pics arnt mine : oneshot

masterlist || note : if popular demands of pt2 it might happen...

PERM TAGLIST : @chccnne @endoll @wonsvisuals @jungwonslover @souljisung @heedimples @nonchalantjaeyun @clearlyhoonie @wonscrchy @kookiesnkim @chaehrtsj @aesprn

[endoll]

I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE

[chocoblogs]

📱 NI-KI SMAU : influencer!niki fan!femreader

𐔌˙. y/n is known as the girl who’s always first under Ni-ki’s posts until one day, he notices her. What starts as a fan habit turns into private conversations, blurring the line between follower and something more.

warnings: parasocial relationship, mild obsession, reader calling niki daddy & papi

part 2

# a/n : did this for fun 🥲

[sleepshow]

feeling so f*cking refreshed by jay's natural aegyo

[chccnne]

I GOT THIS

❛ roommate!제이크 𝑥 f!reader ❜ smau + written, heavily inspired by xo kitty, college au, slow build, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, lowk crack, cursing, adult jokes, forced proximity if you squint

synopsis: after moving to kiss boarding school in seoul, korea for your boyfriend, you meet many friends and decided to play matchmaker for them. however, a specific boy who just so happens to be you and your current boyfriend’s roommate hates your guts.

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jake sat on a stool by the kitchen island, eating a late night dinner as he scrolled through his phone, appreciating the unusual quietness of the dorm and taking advantage of it to enjoy his alone time.

however, he wasn’t alone at all.

the door to your bedroom opened, revealing the girl he’s despised since the beginning of the school’s semester. you slowly made your way towards him; hair slightly messy, last night’s makeup smudged on your face, pajamas all wrinkled, a complete mess.

“what happened to you..?” jake asked, raising an eyebrow at the sight.

“nothing,” you mumbled, attempting to wipe the leftover eyeliner with your dry finger. “could you help me..?”

“with?”

“cleaning myself up?” you asked, revealing the pack of makeup wipes from behind your back. “it won’t take long, i promise.”

“okay, yeah.” jake nodded, watching as you sat on a stool by him and opened the pack of makeup wipes, “is there a reason why you did this?”

you sighed, looking as if you didn’t want to discuss the topic. “it was an accident, i didn’t leave my makeup on, on purpose.”

jake nodded, expressing his understanding before taking one of the wipes and gently wiping the eyeliner and mascara off of your eyes. he started at the top of your face, then gradually cleaned his way down to your lips.

you felt jake stop, causing you to flutter your eyes open to meet his eyes, “you okay?”

“y/n, i.. uh..”

you tilted your head with curiosity, waiting for the words to come out of his mouth. jake was stuttering, and it was rare that he stuttered. all he could really do was look at you and mentally figure out what to say next.

however, no words ended up coming out.

jake gently cupped your cheek, saying your name softly before connecting his lips onto yours. the kiss was gentle, warm, and loving — nothing had ever made him feel this way before.

the two of you were pretty touchy; cupping each other’s faces, hands roaming, places being rubbed, etc.

well.. that was until he woke up.

n ⋮⟢ we r so back

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WOWW

[endoll]

hihi prim🥹

HELLO MY SAE HOW ARE YOU

[endoll]

drop dead ꩜ 西村 力

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ after you see your best friends boyfriend hanging out with a cute guy, you’re determined to get him .ᐟ.ᐟ .⋆♱ lowk inspired by drop dead by olivia rodrigo, last 3 ss is like an epilogue okay? Made this while i was getting ready for class that i didnt end up going to

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[aesprn]

HEAR ME OUT 🧠

PLOT! AITA for using my best friends inner thoughts to fuck with him throughout the week until he is forced to admit his feelings for me out loud?

CONTENT! Sunghoon/Fem!Reader, Fluff, Reader can hear thoughts, Bestie!Sunghoon, Sunghoon acts nonchalant, His thoughts tell a different story, SMUT (MDNI), Top!Sunghoon, Soft Dom!Sunghoon, Desperate!Sunghoon, P in V, Unprotected Sex (pls wrap b4 u tap), Oral (f receiving), Yearner!Sunghoon, I believe this is considered psychological warfare, Y/n is a literal menace.

AUTHORS NOTE! got this plot from a randomr eddit video i saw on tiktok where the girl was married to this nonchalant guy and she could suddenly hear his thoughts and he was such a loser who wanted her so badd OOOOH sunghoon ur perfect for this bend over.

WORD COUNT! 7.2k!!!

It was a cold January night when it first happened.

You were on the couch, watching Silence of the Lambs (aka the most absurd movie ever) with your best friend, Park Sunghoon. It was your weekly movie night, and last time was at his place, so this time was at yours. 

The setup was the same as always. Blanket split unevenly between the two of you—his fault, it’s always his fault—your legs tucked underneath you, his stretched out across the coffee table like he owned the place. Which, at this point, was basically true. Sunghoon had a key. He knew where the good snacks were hidden. He’d argued with you about your IKEA furniture assembly and been right about it. If that didn’t make someone a co-owner, nothing did.

“This movie is not scary,” he said flatly, reaching into the popcorn bowl on your lap without looking away from the screen.

“I never said it was scary. I said it was disturbing. There’s a difference.”

“Well it’s neither.”

“A man is making a suit out of human skin, Sunghoon.”

“I’ve seen worse.”

You looked at him. “Where?”

He paused. “Nature documentaries.”

You laughed before you could stop yourself, and something shifted in his expression. Barely anything, just the faintest softening in the corner of his eyes. It was so quick you almost missed it. Almost.

That was the thing about Park Sunghoon. On the outside, he was the picture of composure. Unhurried. Unbothered. The kind of person who could be late to his own birthday party and somehow make everyone else feel like they’d arrived too early. He was like that in class, too. Front row, never frantic, taking notes in that annoyingly neat handwriting of his while everyone around him was three lectures behind and quietly spiraling.

You had met him in your first year, in a mandatory elective neither of you wanted to be in. He’d sat next to you because it was the only seat left, and when the professor had asked everyone to introduce themselves to the person beside them, he had looked at you and said—very seriously—"How fast do you think we could get through this syllabus if we actually tried?”

You had been best friends ever since.

It made sense, in the way that certain things just did. You moved at the same pace. You thought the same things were funny. You could sit in silence for hours and it never felt like anything needed to be filled. He was the person you called when something went wrong and also when something went right. Somewhere along the way those two categories had quietly expanded to include everything in between.

Which was fine. Completely fine. You were not in love with your best friend.

You were almost certain.

On screen, Clarice was walking into the dark. You shifted on the couch, tugging the blanket back toward your side, and Sunghoon let you without comment. This meant he wasn’t paying attention. You glanced over at him.

He was looking at the TV, jaw resting on his hand, expression perfectly neutral. His hair was a little messy—he had come straight from practice, changed into a hoodie in your bathroom, and left his back by the door like he always did. There was something easy about having him here. Something that had started feeling dangerously close to necessary.

You looked back at the screen.

That was when it happened.

No warning. No build-up. No cinematic crack of lightning or sudden ringing in your ears. One moment there was the sound of Clarice's heavy breathing, the low ambient noise of your apartment, the rustle of the blanket—

And then there was a voice.

She always laughs like that when she’s actually surprised. Like she tried to hold it in and lost.

You froze.

The voice was his. Not out loud. His mouth hadn’t moved, you looked right at him. But it was unmistakably Sunghoon’s voice, low and even, like he was narrating a novel.

You didn’t move.

She’s been using the same shampoo since second year. I don’t know why I know that.

Your heart stopped. You turned very slowly to look at him. He was still watching the movie. Completely still, completely unaware. The popcorn bowl was between you and he reached into it again without looking and his arm brushed yours and—

Don’t make it weird. Don’t make it weird. You’re fine. She’s just… A pause. She’s right there.

You stared at him, but he didn’t stare back. He watched Anthony Hopkins monologue as if absolutely nothing was happening, as if his internal voice had not just short-circuited your entire brain, and you sat there in the blue light of your TV thinking: what the fuck.

You didn’t sleep well that night. 

Not because of the movie. The movie was fine. Buffalo Bill was unsettling on a conceptual level but you’d watched it twice before and you had a high threshold for cinematic weirdness. No, you didn’t sleep because you laid in bed staring at the ceiling and replayed every single thing you’d heard for the remaining forty minutes of the film.

And there had been a lot.

Her apartment always smells like that candle. I should figure out what scent it is. For no reason.

She’s cold. She’s not going to say anything. She’ll just suffer. I should—and then he’d shifted and tugged part of the blanket over to your side without a word, like he’d just decided something.

Two more weeks until her birthday. I already know what I’m getting her. I’ve known for three months. That’s normal… that's a normal amount of time to know

She’s laughing again. Okay. Cool. I’m fine.

You rolled over and pressed your face into the pillow.

Park Sunghoon. Your best friend. The most unreadable person you had ever met in our life, who apparently had an entire internal monologue dedicated to noticing things about you. Your laugh, your shampoo, your candle, the way you got cold and didn’t say so. And he never let any of it reach his face.

For how long? How long had this been happening?

You thought about the soft look he’d tried to hide when you laughed. You thought about the blanket. You thought about I’ve known for three months, that’s normal—

You groaned into your pillow. This was a lot of information to receive on a Tuesday.

The next morning, you tested it.

Sunghoon had a habit of coming over early on Wednesdays because you both had the same 10 am lecture and he lived closer to your building than campus. It was an arrangement that had started practically and continued sentimentally, which was very on-brand for your entire friendship.

You knocked at 8:52. You opened the door in your oversized sweatshirt and immediately, before he’d even said hello—

She looks good in the mornings. She always looks good in the mornings. Fuck, thats extremly inconvenient.

You felt your face do something. You couldn’t control it.

“What?” he said.

“Nothing.” You stepped back. “I made coffee.”

He came in, dropped his bag, accepted the mug you handed him, and leaned against your kitchen counter with the air of someone who had never experienced a chaotic thought in his life. You watched him over the rim of your own mug and waited.

She’s staring.

It’s fine. She stares sometimes. It means nothing. Don’t read into it. 

… She’s still staring.

“I’m not staring,” you said, more like blurted.

He looked at you. “I didn’t say you were.”

Fuck. “You were thinking it.” You said, which was technically true in the most unhinged way possible.

Sunghoon looked at you for a moment longer than necessary. Then he took a sip of his coffee. “Okay,” he said, in a tone that meant he had filed this away and would return to it later.

You needed a plan.

Here’s what you knew:

Sunghoon was not going to say anything. That was simply not how he worked. He could think about your shampoo and memorize your candle scent and spend three months deciding on a birthday gift and still show up every Wednesday looking like a man without a single complicated feeling. He would do this indefinitely. He would probably take it to his grave.

And you—you, who had spent the better part of a year trying very hard not to notice the way he looked at you sometimes—were not going to wait for a grave.

So you made a decision.

You were going to give Park Sunghoon exactly what he wanted. Piece by piece. Situation by situation, all of it carefully constructed so that he thought it was happening naturally. And at the end of it, he was going to have no choice but to say it out loud.

All you had to do was listen.

It started small. 

Friday night, you invited him to the convenience store. Normal enough, you did this roughly once a week, usually for ramen and whatever snack had rotated its way onto the seasonal shelf. But this time, on the way back, you chose the path along the river instead of the shortcut through the carpark.

It was cold enough that your breath fogged the air. The streetlights caught in the water. You had your hands tucked into your sleeves, thinking that this had been a good idea when Sunghoon’s voice materialized quietly in your head.

I always want to walk this way. She never wants to walk this way.

You looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes. “Isn’t this nicer?”

A beat passed. “Yeah.” He said. He was looking ahead, but something in his shoulders had settled. “It is.”

She remembered.

He didn’t say it out loud, of course he didn’t. But you heard it, warm and quiet, and you had to look away before your face gave you away completely.

The next one was trickier.

You were in the library, 3rd floor, your usual table by the window. While you worked through problem sets, Sunghoon arrived twenty minutes later and folded himself into the seat next to you. He unpacked in silence, which was normal. Then he went quiet in that particular way he had where he was trying to figure something out and didn’t want to ask for help, which you also knew, because you knew all of his silences.

You waited.

I could just ask her. She’d explain it without making me feel stupid. She never makes me feel stupid.

But then she’ll know I didn’t understand the lecture and she’ll—

She won’t care. She genuinely will not give two shits.

Obviously I know that. That’s not the issue, the issue is that shes—

A pause.

She’s the only person I actually want help from. Is that a weird thing to feel this strongly about?

You looked up from your notes. “Do you want me to walk you through the regression model? I had to redo it like twice before it clicked.” Not technically a lie.

Sunghoon looked up at you.

“I’m serious,” you said, keeping your face carefully neutral. “It’s faster if we do it together.”

Something moved behind his eyes. Not readable: it never quite was. But it was there. He slid his notebook across the table toward you. “Okay.”

You worked through it side by side, your handwriting appearing in the margins of his notes, carefully avoiding his various doodles across the page. Your shoulders pressed close together so you could feel the warmth of him. And under everything, you could hear him thinking:

This is my favorite way to study. This is my favorite way to do a lot of things.

Then came the party.

Jungwon’s birthday parties had a reputation. What started as a small gathering with a reasonable headcount always turned into something completely different by 11 pm. More people, more noise, more empty bottles lined up along the windowsill like a timeline of bad decisions. You had been to enough of them to know to eat beforehand.

You arrived a little after 10. Sunghoon was already there—you found him in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with a drink in his hand, talking to someone from his major with the energy of a person attending a very calm business lunch. Completely unbothered. Completely composed.

You felt him notice you before he looked up.

There she is.

Warm. Immediate. Like a reflex he’d long stopped trying to correct.

You made your way over and he handed you a drink without being asked, already knowing. Smirnoff Ice Raspberry. What a gentleman.

“How long have you been here?” You asked him.

“An hour.”

“An hour and you’re already relaxed?” You say, gesturing to what you can clearly tell is not his first drink of the night.

“I’m always relaxed.”

I am not relaxed. Her outfit is so small and I’ve been here an hour just wondering when she would show up and she shows up in that!

You took a sip of your drink to hide your expression.

By eleven, the party had done its inevitable thing. The hallway was full, the music was louder, and someone had started a game in the living room that you’d opted out of on principle. You weren’t really in the mood to kiss random men when you had one pining over you in his head. 

You were on your 3rd drink, warm at the edges, feeling the particular looseness that came from just enough and not too much.

Sunghoon was on something closer to his fifth.

You could tell only because you knew him. To anyone else, he looked exactly the same. Same posture, same unhurried delivery, same expression that gave away absolutely nothing. He was holding his cup with the same quiet authority he held everything. Responding to people in full, measured sentences.

But his thoughts.

She laughed at something. I didn’t hear what it was. Doesn’t matter, I’d listen to her laugh for an unreasonable amount of time and never get tired. I’ve accepted that.

You pressed your lips together and did your best to bite back the blush running towards your cheeks.

Her drink is almost empty. I should—a pause, like he was negotiating with himself—no. That’s too obvious. She can get her own. She doesn’t need me to—

You watched him glance at your cup from across the room, completely imperceptibly, and then look away.

Fuck this. I can’t let anyone here think she’s single. Even though she is. Fuck.

He appeared by your side sixty seconds later and held one out. You took it.

“Thank you!” You said.

“Mhm.” He looked at the room.

She smells like that candle again. She must’ve been home before this. God I’m pathetic.

You stared very hard at a window across the room and reminded yourself to breathe normally.

It got worse—better, actually—as the night went on.

You found a quieter corner of the apartment, as you usually did, and the party moved around you while you stayed still. This was your pattern. Your orbit. Sunghoon stood close enough that your shoulders almost touched and talked to you in that low, even voice of his about nothing important—a lecture, a teammate, something Sunoo had said earlier that had mildly irritated him.

I think about telling her all the time. Like, constantly. It’s become a problem. I’ll be in the middle of something completely unrelated and I’ll just—think about her. The way she argued about things she cares about. The way she falls asleep during movies and then insists she wasn’t sleeping.

She’s always sleeping. I never say anything. I let her have it. I’d let her have everything if that’s what she wanted

Later, the crowd thinned. Someone swapped the music for something slower and the kitchen light cast everything in a warm gold. You were feeling pretty drunk, loose and light and devious, if you were 100% honest.

Because here’s the thing. You had spent the past 2 hours listening to Sunghoon’s internal monologue short-circuit in real time, and the drinks had made you brave, and you decided you were going to have fun.

You turned to face him fully and leaned your shoulder against the wall so you were looking up at him. Close. Closer than you’d normally stand.

“You’ve been quiet.”

“I’m always quiet.”

“More than usual.”

He looked at you. Said nothing, of course. His face was perfectly, infuriatingly composed.

She’s standing really close. Okay, that’s fine. She does that sometimes. It doesn’t mean any—she’s looking at me like that again.

You smiled, slow and deliberate, and watched his jaw shift almost imperceptibly.

“What?” He asked.

“Nothing.” You reached over and fixed the collar of his shirt—it didn’t need fixing. You just did it. Fingers brushing the side of his neck for half a second before you pull your hand back. 

The thought that hit you was instantaneous.

Oh. A pause. Don’t. Do not.

His expression didn’t change. He simply looked at you with the same unhurried calm he looked at everything with and said “Thanks” in a voice that gave you nothing.

You were going to lose your mind. Give me something, asshole!

You shifted closer under the pretense of someone passing behind you and didn’t shift back. Your hand was on his arm now, you could feel the warmth of him through his sleeve.

She’s not moving. She’s not moving and I cant—I need to—Fuck she looks so good tonight. She always looks so good—I’m going to need a cold shower tonight.

“Cold?” He asked.

You tried not to laugh at how well it connected to his thoughts. “A little.” You lied.

He didn’t say anything, but he turned very slightly so his body was angled towards yours, the smallest possible adjustment, like he was trying to do so without admitting he was doing it.

Keep talking, his thoughts said, unprompted. Just keep talking to me. I don’t care what you say, I just wanna—

“Tell me something.” You say.

“Like what?”

“Anything.”

He considered this with great seriousness of someone preparing for war. You watching him think and heard the entire thing unravel. I want to tell her so many things. I want to tell her that I think about her all the time. I want to tell her she’s the first person I want to call when anything bad happens. I want to tell her to touch me and never stop.

“Jungwon’s playlist sucks.” Is what he chose instead.

You laughed. You couldn’t help it. The contrast of his thoughts to the words coming out of his mouth was just too hilarious for you to handle. He watched you laugh and his thought arrived soft and immediate:

There it is.

You looked back up at him, still smiling, and let the moment stretch. Then, slowly, you reached out and took the cup from his hand—just to take a sip, just as an excuse—your fingers overlapping his for a second before he let go.

His entire internal monologue went briefly nonverbal for a moment.

Fuck she has no idea what she’s doing to me. She genuinely cannot know. If she knew she would—she wouldn’t—she doesn’t—

A pause. A long one, actually.

Does she know?

You handed the cup back. Your fingers brushed him again on the pass. Deliberate. Completely deliberate.

I want you so bad.

The thought arrived and made you almost choke on air. It was so helplessly honest that it made your stomach flip. Not chaotic, necessarily, just true. Simple and overwhelming and incredibly sincere and raw.

I’ve wanted you for so long and you’re just standing here and I can’t tell you! Not like this. 

But please don’t move.

You don’t move. Sunghoon stood beside you looking unbothered.

This, you thought, was the most fun you had ever had in your entire life.

Your shared 10 am was held in a wide tiered lecture hall that fit about two hundred students and smell permanently of coffee and resignation. You sat in the same spot every week, middle left. Close enough to see the slides, far enough to feel like you had options. Sunghoon always sat next to you. 

You go there first on Tuesday. When he arrived, he dropped into the seat next to you and pulled out his notebook. You were ready.

You chose to wait until the lecture started, until he was settled. Pen in hand, paying attention the way he always did. 

Then you leaned over, close enough that your shoulder pressed into his and whispered “Can I borrow a pen?”

You had 3 in your bag. He didn’t know that.

He reached into his case without looking and held one out. Your fingers closed around it slowly, over his, just for a second longer than necessary.

Don’t fucking look at her. Look at the slide. There is a slide, dammit.

You settled back into your seat and uncapped the pen like nothing happened. Ten minutes later you leaned in again. “What did he say? I missed it.” Your lips were approximately four inches from his ear. You felt him go very still and you smiled.

She smells so good. Why does she always—focus! He’s talking about monetary policy. Monetary policy. That’s what's important right now.

“Quantitative easing.” he said, in a voice that was completely level. Not even a crack. 

“Thanks,” you murmured, and sat back.

I cannot believe I’m this affected by quantitative easing.

Sunghoon played like he did everything else, with total composure and quiet precision. Like the game was simply a problem being solved in real time. You had been to his matches before but usually with a group. This time you came alone and found a spot near the front and he saw you during warm ups.

You waved.

His expression softened the slightest bit. She’s wearing my hoodie.

You were, in fact, wearing his hoodie. The one he’d left at your place three weeks ago and you’d simply never given it back. You had put it on this morning with full awareness of what you were doing and zero remorse.

That’s my hoodie on her and she looks—I have a game. I have a game in four minutes. Get your fucking shit together.

He focused on the game. You watched him be extraordinary at it with the detached calm of someone who had done it a thousand times, and every few minutes a thought would surface.

Is she still here? She is. Good.

At halftime he jogged to the sideline and grabbed his water bottle and glanced at you once. It was brief, but you smiled as always and tucked your hands into the front pocket of his hoodie.

She’s so cute.

Then he went back to playing.

After the final whistle—they won, 2-1, Sunghoon had assisted in both goals with the energy of a man doing his grocery shopping—he found you at the edge of the field. Hair slightly damp, still catching his breath, looking at you with a gaze like you were the only girl in the world.

“You played great!”

“Thank you.” He said breathlessly.

You reached up and fixed a part of his hair that had fallen across his forehead, the same way you fixed his collar at the party. Easy and unbothered. 

I’m so in love with her it’s embarrassing. And she’s still touching my hair. I will stand here forever. I will stand on this field until the groundskeepers kick me off.

It was a Saturday when it stopped being a game.

Not because you decided it. Not because anything dramatic happened to signal a shift. It was a Saturday and you were making dinner and Sunghoon was in your kitchen, and somewhere between the two of you it just became too much.

It had started normally enough. He texted at five asking if you’d eaten. You hadn’t. He showed up twenty minutes later with groceries and no further explanation, which was so perfectly, infuriatingly him that you hadn’t even questioned it. This was just a thing he did. This was just how he was with you.

The kitchen was warm. You had music on low—something ambient and unhurried. Sunghoon had taken over the stove with the quiet authority he applied to everything while you sat at the counter and handled the easier tasks: chopping, stirring, handing things over when he asked.

It was comfortable, it was always comfortable with him.

But you had spent a week being deliberate about every point of contact and now you were tired and warm and a little undone by the Friday couch moment still sitting in your chest, and tonight you weren't being strategic. Tonight things just kept — happening.

Like the way you leaned over to check on the pan and your arm slid along his. The way he reached past you for the salt and didn't move back immediately. The way the kitchen was small and you were both in it and neither of you seemed to be trying very hard to maintain any kind of distance.

She's everywhere in this apartment, he thought, while stirring something and looking straight ahead. Everything here is her. I come here and it just — feels like her. I don't know what to do with that.

You handed him a spoon without being asked and your fingers touched and the thought that followed was short and unadorned:

I love her.

Not feral. Not desperate. Just true, the way facts were true, the way gravity was true, delivered in the same internal voice he used to note the weather or remember an appointment.

I love her and I don't know how much longer I can—

"You're quiet," you said.

"I'm always quiet."

"Different quiet."

He glanced at you. "You say that a lot."

"Because it keeps being true."

He looked at you for a moment, something unreadable moving behind his eyes, and then looked back at the stove.

You watched him. The line of his shoulders, the careful way he moved, the complete and total composure he maintained at all times like it cost him nothing when you knew — you knew now — exactly what it cost.

You slid off the counter and moved to stand beside him. Not for any reason. Just to be closer.

She's right next to me. She keeps doing this. She's been doing this all week and I—I don't know if she knows what she's doing. I think she might know. Does she know?

You reached past him to adjust the heat on the burner — he was standing right there, you had to reach across him to get to it, your arm brushing his chest for a half second — and when you pulled back you turned your head and found his face much closer than you'd anticipated.

Neither of you moved.

Okay, his brain said, with a kind of strained calm. Okay. This is—She's right there. She's looking at me. I have been in love with her for over a year and she is right there and I—

"Y/N."

His voice came out different. Lower. The composure was still there but something underneath it that wasn't, some thread pulled just tight enough that you could hear it.

"Yeah?" you said.

He looked at you. Really looked — the way he had on the couch on Friday, no pretense, no performance, just Sunghoon looking at you like you were something he'd stopped being able to look away from.

"What are you doing?" he said.

It wasn't accusatory. It was quiet. Genuine. Like he actually needed to know.

And here was the thing — here was the part you hadn't planned for — you opened your mouth to say something easy and deflecting and instead what came out was the truth.

"I don't know anymore," you said. "I think I stopped doing anything on purpose about three days ago."

Something in his face shifted. The last careful layer of it, the one he always kept in reserve, the one you'd never seen him let go of before.

"Three days ago," he repeated.

"The game," you said. "Friday. You were just — you were just being you and I—" you stopped. Laughed a little, helplessly. "I've been driving myself crazy, Sunghoon."

She—

His thought didn't finish. Like his brain had simply stopped processing and switched to something else entirely.

"You've been driving yourself crazy," he said, and something in his voice had shifted too, something dry and disbelieving and warm underneath it. "You've been driving me crazy for a week. You know that, right?"

You looked at him. "Have I?"

"In lecture," he said. "The couch. The game." A pause. "The collar." He said the last one quietly, like it had been living in him since the party and had just now been let out.

"The collar," you repeated innocently.

"You knew what you were doing."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Y/N."

"Sunghoon."

He looked at you for a long moment, this boy who never cracked, who never rushed, who kept everything behind his eyes until he decided otherwise — and then he decided otherwise.

"I'm in love with you," he said. Simple. Direct. Like he'd taken aim and let go. "I have been for a long time and this week has been the most unhinged experience of my life so if you have something to tell me I really think you should tell me now."

The most unhinged experience of my life. You almost laughed again. He had no idea. "I'm in love with you too," you said. "I have been. For a long time, I think."

He exhaled.

Not dramatically — this was Sunghoon, nothing was ever dramatic — just a slow breath out, like something he'd been holding had finally been set down. His hand came up and found your jaw, tilted your face up toward his, and he looked at you for one long, unhurried moment the way he did everything.

There she is, he thought, soft and certain and final. There she is.

Then he kissed you.

It was warm and quiet and careful and then — when you kissed him back, when your hand found the front of his shirt — not careful at all. His other hand found your waist and pulled you closer and you went, and the food on the stove went briefly unattended, and the music played on low in the background of your apartment that smelled like his candle and yours combined now, that had his bag by the door and his key on the hook, that had been halfway his for a long time already.

His last coherent thought, before everything else: Finally.

He kissed you like a man starved, and after everything you had heard the past couple of weeks, he was starved. His hands tightened on your waist the slightest bit, almost as if he was afraid you would leave.

You wouldn’t dream of it.

Your hands dragged up his shirt and towards the back of his neck, pushing him closer and playing with his hair. Sunghoon let out a shaky breath, which made you smile into the kiss.

“Shut.” Kiss. “Up.” Another kiss. His voice was so low that it shocked you, but you were too busy to even fully notice.

“I didn’t say anything.” You say in between his kisses. Eventually you force yourself to pull away. His face looks like you just slapped him, but you caress his face. “I’m just turning off the stove.”

Sunghoon pursed his lips together. “Right. I forgot. I was kinda distracted.”

You stare at him for a moment, taking him in. His flushed cheeks, his glossy eyes, his hands that refuse to leave your waist. “At the risk of sounding too forward—”

“Be forward. That’s all I’ve wanted this entire week.”

You nod. “Well.. we can go to my room…?”

You barely got the chance to hear his brain fry itself when he smashes his lips back down onto yours. He seems hungrier now, and the thought has you reeling. All you can hear are bits and pieces. Please, and I’m obsessed with you, cross his mind over and over again, but you’re too involved in him to care.

“Is that a yes?”

“It’s a please.”

Sunghoon keeps kissing you as the two of you walk (awkwardly. It’s surprisingly hard to keep a straight line of direction when a man is kissing the shit out of you) to your bedroom. The door was already open, and your bed was already made. The two of you just flopped onto the mattress, not bothering to stop.

He laid above you, moving from your lips to everywhere else. “I’ve been in love with you,” a kiss on the cheek, “since that IKEA argument,” a kiss on your jaw, “when you were wearing that stupid,” kiss on the neck, “fucking,” kiss on your collarbone, “shirt.” He keeps kissing you, mumbling more. “It was the tiniest shirt in existence and you wore it around me.”

“It was the first shirt I saw that day.”

“Well it made me really hard.” He says, looking down at you. 

“Oh, did it now?” You say, a playful smirk on your face. 

He wipes that smirk off with a kiss, trailing back down to the collarbone, sucking on various spots. You choose not to think about how much of a pain it will be to whisk those out of your skin before your shift. Instead, you choose to live in the moment. 

His hands trail from your waist to your sides. “Can I?” He asks, hands incredibly still. You nod, but that’s not enough for him. “Please say it.”

“Yes, Sunghoon.”

He wastes no time in taking your shirt off, throwing it somewhere in your room for you to find later. “So beautiful.” He mumbles, almost incoherently. “Wanted this for so long. You for so long.”

Every word, every kiss, every touch sends sparks up and down your body. You don’t know how you’ve lived without this, but now that you have it you won’t ever give it up. You run your hands under his shirt and on his bare skin, feeling the warmth of the man on top of you. 

It’s barely even a touch, and yet he folds completely. Head in your neck, holding you tightly. You feel the outline of abs and a strong v line, hands going lower and lower. Instead of the obvious, you choose to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it. He instantly moves, allowing you to pull the shirt off him—with his help of course.

You had seen him shirtless before. Sophomore year pool party hosted by Jake. But this is completely different. 2 years of soccer and consistent working out has made this man built. And you were not complaining. 

You grab his jeans and pull him back in, but he stops himself.

“I wanna try something.”

You give him a nod, and he moves to pull down your sweatpants, leaving you in just a bra and underwear. Sunghoons eyes rake over your body in a way that screams adoration. If you had ever thought he didn’t like you, his actions now change your mind immediately.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

“Okay.” You say quietly, unsure of what's to come.

He starts kissing your neck once more, moving down to your collarbone, then shoulder, then sternum. He makes it his mission to kiss every part of you. Your tits, your stomach, your hips. You don’t even realize how far down he is until he plants a kiss right above your underwear.

He goes to one hip, then the other, planting kisses on both. But instead of going where you want him, he goes to your thighs. He starts at the left, gentle kisses up and down your inner thigh, making you squirm. At the right, his kisses are still gentle, but they're closer now. Closer to where you want him. To where he wants to be.

“So beautiful.” He murmurs, finally pressing a kiss to your clothed heat. A delicate kiss, yet it made you squirm. God, this man is the devil.

“Please…” You sigh, not even realizing that you said it.

“Whatever you want.” He hooks a finger around your underwear, dragging the lavender cloth down your legs slowly. He makes sure to actually take them off, and not let them pool around your ankles, and then spreads your legs just a bit. “Are you sure?”

You nod. “I’m sure.”

That's all he needed before he put his mouth on you. Soft kisses that drive you crazy, hands grasping the duvet and teeth biting your lip. The pace is brutally slow, testing the waters. But he speeds up a bit. One hand under your leg, pulling you closer, the other on your clit, making slow circles as he eats you out.

If you thought he kissed you like a man starved, then you would be surprised at how he is once he truly tastes you. Hands grip you tightly, moving faster and faster as his tongue makes you cry out. He laps at your folds, tongue going in and out of you on occasion. You close your legs around his head, and he groans like you just gave him dessert. 

You’re so close, you can feel it. And he can too. But he pulls away at the last moment, wiping at his mouth. 

Sunghoon takes a moment to admire you. Naked from the waist down, a simple bra covering you. You’re panting, desperate to reach the orgasm that was cruelly ripped away from you by the man who almost gave you it.

You give him a look, and he gives you one back. “I’ll eat you out as many times as you want later, but right now I just wanna fuck you.”

“I’m on the pill.” You say.

He closes his eyes for a moment. “Is that enough for you? Cause I’ll go get condoms—”

“It’s enough.” You interrupt him, hand on the buckle of his jeans, slowly unworking it. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted something more than you want him right now. Maybe that’s insane to say, but you don’t care. Not when the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen is about to fuck you.

The two of you waste no time in taking off his jeans, and then his boxers. He also makes sure to take your bra off too.

You aren’t new to sex. It’s a very straightforward process. But sex with Sunghoon seems different. There's nothing wrong with him, it's just the fact you’ve known him for so long and he’s your best friend, and what if this ruins things?

“Hey.” He says, snapping you out of the trainwreck that is your thoughts. “Are you 100% sure? If you say no then I’ll stop, I promise.”

“It’s not that,” You pause, avoiding eye contact with him and his naked lower half. “I just don’t want this to ruin things.”

His hand goes to your waist, gentle and comforting. “This won’t ruin anything. I’ll still be in love with you after this, probably even more than I am right now.”

You think for a second before nodding. “Okay.”

“You still want this?”

“Yes, Sunghoon.” You say with a faux-annoyed face.

He gives you the most genuine smile as he presses his tip against you. The feeling sends a shock straight to your core, and you’ve never wanted anything more than you do right now. He rubs his tip up and down your folds, letting the pre-cum mix with the wetness that was pooling out of you. 

“I’ll go slow, okay?” Sunghoon pushes in slowly, true to his word. You wince, but not in pain. In pleasure. You’re completely engulfing his tip, and he’s looking at it like it’s the Mona Lisa. “Jesus Christ." His voice is low, gravely, and possibly the sexiest thing you’ve ever heard. 

He continues to push, letting your pussy swallow him whole. When he’s finally in, he looks at you first to make sure you’re ready and that you’re still okay. It’s sweet, but you aren’t in the mood for sweet.

And somehow, he hears you loud and clear. He pulls back almost all the way, until it’s just the tip again, and slams into you. 

It has you gasping for air, grabbing the blanket, the pillow, him. He keeps up the pace. Brutal, yet slow. A harsh slam in, a slow drag out. It’s simultaneously too much and not enough.

“Sunghoon…” You whine.

“You want more?”

You nod, and he obliges immediately, snapping his hips into yours faster. You're moaning and writhing underneath him but he doesn’t stop. After all, this is what you wanted. 

It smells of sex, and the only sound you can hear is skin slapping, your whines, and his little groans. Back and forth and back and forth, it’s too much.

You can feel a pool in your core tightening, and in a moment of pure lust you wrap your legs around him and pull him closer.  “You’re fucking evil.” He almost growls, going faster if that was even possible.

Sunghoon’s as desperate as you are, slamming his hips into yours with strength and precision of a man who worked for this his entire life. You can barely form words, just moans as he goes in and out of you.

You tighten around him and he whines, and it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard. But you don’t get a chance to focus on that. 

“I know honey, I know. Me too, sweet girl.”

His hips stutter, but he’s back on track, fucking you the way you deserve after weeks of psychological torture and cold showers on his part. He’s dreamed of this more times than you could imagine. But this is better than any dream of his. Because you’re under him, eyes shut in pleasure as he fucks the shit out of you the way he’s wanted for so long.

“I’m close.” You manage, hands grabbing on his biceps.

He speeds up. “You wanna cum?” You nod, a tear falling out of your eye from how good everything feels. As he drags himself in and out of you, a hand falls to your clit, rubbing fast circles. You let out a loud moan, only enticing him to keep going. “Come on honey, cum with me.”

He plays with your folds for a few more seconds before your hips buck without warning, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you come undone over his dick. Your legs shake around his abdomen, and you let out a silent cry. 

“Good girl. I’m so close okay? Where do you want me?” He asks, slowing down just a bit.

You’re still reeling from your orgasm and the fact he’s still fucking you. “Anywhere.”

He places both of his hands around you, caging you in as he pounds into you with no remorse, desperate for a release. He can feel you clenching around him, and that’s what sends him over the edge.

“Fuck!” His hips stutter for the final time, pressing into you fully. His head drops down, almost heavy from the week long torture. As he cums in you, his head drops down, almost heavy. You both don’t move for a bit, just staying still

It’s quiet. The only sound being breathing coming from the both of you.

“Did it ruin it?” He asks, breathlessly with a smirk.

“Fuck off!” You reply, lightly slapping his chest.

It was that very moment where you realized you couldn’t hear his thoughts anymore. You would miss the frantic array of thoughts that would show up when you did something miniscule to him, but you weren’t upset. This just meant he finally said all that he needed to say.

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