Warnings: Masturbation (San is jerking off thinking about you)
SMUT BELOW THE CUT!!
Itās 2:27 am on a Monday, San is still awake. You had left the day before to travel to work abroad for a week.
You told him that he could come with you but with the recent comeback his schedule is packed.
But he couldnāt stop thinking about you.
He thought about your laugh when he was tickling you as you cuddled on the couch.
He thought about your nipples that were visible through one of his t-shirts he gave you.
He thought about the beautiful noises you made every time his cock dragged along your walls, how he pressed your vibrator onto your clit as he was fucking you.
He thought about the pure bliss he experienced when you trapped him between your thighs as he devoured you.
God he was hard.
Rubbing his erection through his sweatpants, he slowly took himself out.
He spat into his hand and stroked himself slowly. His moans long and loud.
He thought about the sight of his cock disappearing inside your warm walls. The shaft getting more and more coveted from you slick.
As he stroked he applied more pressure at his tip.
āffuck, more pl-please,ā he leaned his head back against the headboard.
As he quickened his pace, he imagined if it was your hand stroking him instead.
Him laying on your chest as you play with him at your mercy.
He was so so close. Already pent up and he didnāt even have enough personal time to release all of his stress and tension.
With another stroke and more applied pressure at his tip, ropes of hot thick cum shot out.
San shot his head back and moaned your name like you were there.
Coming down from his high, he saw his phone screen flash with the name āMy Baby <3.ā
whiny!hongjoong - āyouāve been gone for so long,ā he sulks, even though it was twenty minutes. his hands find your waist possessively. āneed to make up for lost time.ā
whiny!hongjoong - āiāve been thinking about this all day,ā he moans, already trembling. ācouldnāt focus on anything else, just needed to be inside you.ā
whiny!hongjoong - after a long day, hongjoong plops beside you, tugging at your shirt. you slide your hand into his pants, squeezing his throbbing length before he could even say anything, making him moan and writhe, his whines turning to gasps as you jerk him off slowly.
whiny!hongjoong - āfuck, iām close,ā hongjoong whimpers desperately, trembling. āplease let me, Iāve been so patient, please, i need~ā he gasps as you continue to stroke his length.
whiny!hongjoong - his fingers dig into your hips while he whines about how tight you feel, how he canāt last, how good your pussy is.
whiny!hongjoong - āuse me,ā hongjoong begs, voice wrecked. āhowever you want, just please touch me, Iāll take anything you give me.ā
whiny!hongjoong - āgonna make me come just like this,ā he gasps, voice breaking into desperate moans as you grind on him. āiām really gonnaā¦.fuuuck~ā he cries as he spills his seed.āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāā
whiny!hongjoong - hongjoong canāt stop the pathetic moans spilling from his lips as you ride him slowly, torturously, ignoring his pleas to go faster.
i momentarily dragged myself out of my rut and this was the result. yes the title is based off poppy's song. yes there's blasphemy. ofc its not proofread, what are you nuts?
priest!yunho x f!reader
content: early 1800's setting, corruption, choking, begging, idolization, use of "father"
wc: 2k
thinking about yunho...
āf-forgive me!ā
a deep, heavy nudge in your belly.
āagain. like youāre counting.ā
the confessional rattled with every movement; the small space felt like the wood was melting with your skin. hot and static, the air could snap from the tension.
you came to the church to speak with father jeong about the flower arrangements for the upcoming village wedding, which was always the rage every month, and your biggest profit week. arranged marriages were common, and there seemed to be one every few weeks. you always accommodated the flowers like the sweet girl you were. you had never gotten so lucky in the marriage mart, even though you are still somewhat "freshly bloomed" at a ripe twenty years.
it was raining, awfully so. it was rather late when you decided to stop by the church, but you had been out at the time, purchasing some more seeds at the market when the sky opened up.
and to be frank, the church was much shorter of a walk in comparison to home. so, soaked to the bone with your clothes sticking to you like cobwebs, you made yourself at home.
the cathedral doors shut behind you, heavy and rumbling, fading in with the angry thunder that roared beyond them. the air was stagnant, and it was so quiet you could hear the flickering of the candle flames below the altarpiece.
he heard the doors from his office, the familiar thud distinguishable from the thunder to him.
he was in no hurry, walking leisurely to the front of the church, and by the time he opened the door to the nave, you had already made your pretty little way up the altar steps, curiously poking your nose by the confessional.
ācan i help you?ā he bellowed. he didnāt really, but the echo in the room nearly sent your skin sliding off your neck.
you squeaked embarrassingly enough, whipping your body around speedily and meeting his low-set gaze in a panic. Tall, dark, a secret third thing.
āiām sorry, father!ā you bowed your head respectfully. āi hope i didnāt startle you. i wanted to ask more about the flowers you requested for the wedding arrangement. if you donātā¦ mind?ā
you hadnāt thought you were rambling, but maybe you were. you tend not to mind yourself. father jeong seemed rather distracted.
his gaze was trained low, pupils branding holes onto your thighs. your sheer linen dress dripped with rainwater and clung to the soft, bare skin beneath. the beautiful color seeping through the wet window, the candlelight catching the shape of you.
god, he couldnāt look away.
you had no clue what was going on with him or what he was thinking. the uncertainty in your voice made something in his blood shift.
āāther?ā
sound reentered his world. yunho blinked once, twice. he slowly dragged his eyes up your body, taking his sweet, selfish time until his eyes locked with your confused ones.
āyes?ā he smiled, tilting his head like a dog thatās gotten caught digging a hole under the fence. his voice was much lower now, carrying with it a warm feeling in your stomach that screamed at you toā¦ offer something.
āthe arrangements?ā you question softly, your voice meek. you take a small step back, and your shoulder brushes the confessional.
his eyes move like lasers to where you grazed the wood, and you see something in his head click. and like a switch flipped in his mind, he straightened and offered his hand to you politely.
āof course we can talk!ā he replied loftily, and you slowly reached out your hand. his, cold and large, slid up your wrist and pulled you closer before enveloping your hand when he had you a foot away.
āi would love nothing more than to discuss it with you.ā his cadence slipped, and his thumb stroked ever so lightly over the top of your knuckles.
discussing became teasing, then persuasion, and you werenāt sure what to call the last thing, but if there was a word for it, youāre sure to have forgotten it by now.
you remembered the word āplease.ā
āsinā was a hard one to forget. āfather,ā and āforgiveā were top contenders you reached for the most.
every now and then youād let a little āgodā slip, and yunho would waste no time in digging his nails into your scalp where his fist was buried in your frizzy hair, seething behind his teeth with a venomous groan as he shoves his cock so far up into you it it makes your nails drag hard enough against the splintery, fragrant wood you nails split and your fingertips began to bleed.
āto me.ā his command falls from his mouth angrily, enveloped in a low moan. ātalk to me. beg me for forgiveness, baby. iām the only one whoāll be willing to give it to you.ā
he had you chanting it like a mantra, legs spread, feet planted on the floor. your damp and cold dress bunched at your hips, your soft legs shaking in pleasure.
the fingers of his right hand curled deep into your hair, his other hand cupped around the front of your throat, pulling you back into a beautiful arch.
the confessional door was locked tight, trapping the heat of the moment and the desperate pleas inside. you could feel the zipper of yunhoās pants scraping against your bare skin each time he filled you up again.
powerful, deep strokes, slow and intentional, he unraveled your body in that confession. you had drool and tears all over the valley of your breast where he ripped open your bodice in a scary kind of hunger.
your collarbones and neck littered in pretty dark marks, footpaths left in the wake of his mouth. he had no mercy.
your moans poured out into the empty nave, your sad voice bouncing off the red velvet pews and against glass-stained walls.
his pretty pink tip repeatedly caught against that ridge deep in your cunt that made you feel like he was trying to pull you apart from the inside out. the veins that ran up his length grazed your walls as they tried to suck his dick back in each time his thrusts retreated.
his growls made your eyes roll, each thrust of his cock purposeful and long, leaving no spot untouched. his hand on your throat pulled a little more, craning your head back a little more until you could see his face.
the flimsy white collared shirt he was wearing was half unbuttoned, giving you a beautiful view of the top of his stomach where his body rolled with each drag in your pussy. it shot your sensitivity up tenfold.
āo-oh mmf-my god-ā
yunho cleared his throat loudly and bottomed out, keeping still as he slowly rotated his hips to circle his tip over that spot so perfect it made you almost smile in bliss.
his nails in your scalp slowly retreated, letting your head fall forward and limp against the wooden wall with a thud. you choked and sputtered, and yunho bit his tongue trying to restrain himself when your pussy spasmed around him.
ālisten, and listen well, sweetheart.ā he leaned his head down and pressed such a soft, sleepy kiss against your neck, trailing it down your shoulder. his free hand played with the fluffy sleeve of your dress, ghosting up your arm and up the side of your neck.
āgod is not here.ā he whispers in a cold, yet soft tone. āitās you, and me.ā
you were swimming in his voice, lost in the baritone waves of it, you hardly noticed the hand trailing up your arm had cupped over the other he had on your throat, and only when he pulled your head back with the strength of both of his arms by your fragile little neck, did it register with you that there might be chance you would not make it out of here on working legs tonight.
he leaned down and pressed his lips flat against your ear, and his hips began to move again. loud, heavy slaps began to fill your ears as yunho wasted no time and fucking you just the way he believed you deserved. not such an angelic little flower girl anymore.
āso do us a big, bigggg favor, sweetheart, and tell father yunho how good you feel. convince me to forgive you, and i might let you cum.ā
with every thrust, he changed the angle until he found the best one to pound your g-spot into oblivion, so his balls would smack against your slippery clit with every stroke.
your moans broke and choked, your voice faint and breathy from the hold his hands levered on your throat. it bobbed against his palm, and it made his dick twitch inside of you.
ābeg me.ā he bites, sinking his teeth into your earlobe.
you spit the words out around a shaky moan. āforgive me!ā
āagain.ā he pulled your head back further, his voice teetering on something dangerously possessive.
āf-forgive me!ā
āprettier.ā he knew how to make you sound prettier. he let up the grip on your neck just long enough to let him bite your jaw and shove his dick into your stomach in one long thrust.
āforgive me!ā your voice was clearer, whinier, and he had forced such a pretty moan out of you, he needed this to over so he could get some more sounds out of you with some experimenting.
āthatās it, baby.ā he groans, picking up his pace earnestly. ākeep it up, run that throat raw for me.ā
with every thrust, you whimpered helpless cries for forgiveness, the evidence of your bliss wracking each syllable. yunho gnawed on his bottom lip, his grin teasing and lusty as he watched your ass bounce off him.
your words blended, and your syllables slurred the more and more he chipped at parts of your brain. the filling drags of his cock inside of you, forcing your calves to lock up.
yunho pulls your neck up until your back is flat against his chest, your head hanging back over his shoulder, your eyes glued to the ceiling of the confessional.
one hand remained cupped over your throat, the other slid up under your dress until his huge hand palmed flat over your lower stomach, keeping your torso up and leaving a warm pressure on your belly, forcing you further back on his dick.
you groan loudly as he begins to fuck you hard and steadily, smiling against your heated ears.
ācāmon, baby, you wanna cum? letās cum, yeah?ā he teases you with a playful lilt in his voice. ābegged so pretty for me, i almost think you deserve it.ā
you nodded at nothing in particular, blind to the way endless slick rivered down your inner thighs at the thought of yunho letting you cum.
he never even confirmed what color roses he wanted for the wedding. it seems you both got somewhat distracted.
your orgasm was blinding, but enough that yunho could feel your breathing halt from the inside out. he praised you with a deep laugh and a sharp thrust.
āthatās right, baby, cum all over it. iām gonna make you get on your knees and lick up your mess off that expensive velvet youāve ruined with this nasty cunt.ā
he drags his hand on your stomach down and lands a slap on your clit, and your body jerks.
your mouth moves before your brain can protest.
āi love you!ā you cry, perhaps in that moment, mistaking him for god.
he did not miss a beat, falling back into a slow rhythm of his hips as he fucked you through your orgasm. āaww, you love me, baby? thatās cute.ā he lets go of your neck, and you fall forward again, catching yourself on your hands against the wall.
he lands a slap against your ass as he slips his soaked cock out of your warm pussy.
ānow go lie on your back out on the aisle floor.ā he instructs with a shake in his voice, like he was holding back. like it was taking every fiber of his being not to snatch you up by your throat and fuck you like an animal that knows itāll be dead by morning.
and like injured prey, you follow obediently, only praying heāll let you cum again, with a meek and hopeful, āyes, father.ā
he rewards your enthusiastic obedience with a gentle, animalic pet under your chin and the softest of smiles.
"NEED A HAND?" pt.2 āā k.hongjoongāfem best friend!reader
āā Ū¶ą§ after the small "incident" in the backseat of Hongjoong's car and his new prince albert piercing, you both have to endure months of restrain and new feelings. when the time finally comes, you both might be a bit too far gone, physically and emotionally
wc: 7k
content: friends to lovers, fluff, surprisignly cute at times, slight hurt comfort, self-doubt? + 18 MINORS DON'T INTERACT; *counting with my fingers* pillow humping (hongjoong, guily), slight vouyerism (video recording) (hongjoong, guilty), masturbation (hongjoong, guilty) slighhht anal play (hongjoong receiving.. guilty), some other stuff that I don't think have a name (hongjoong, guilty), unprotected sex (wrap it up please), p in v, matting press, doggy, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), praise kink (hongjoong, guilty), slight dumbification when reader gets fucked silly, pierced dick, pathetic!hongjoong at a 100%
part 1 ā MASTERLIST ātag list
Hongjoong had waited long enough.
He had spent about little over three months without touching himself in any way, not since he had gotten that Prince Arthur piercing on his dick. It had taken around a month to heal. A whole month through which his only outlet was letting you ride his face until heād cum from having you fuck yourself into his mouth and nothing else. He had been so eager too, tongue out and sweats lowered to his thighs, ready to let himself cum in his stomach.
He had learnt how to work his fingers on you with expertise, never getting tired of how they felt inside you. Heād drag them in and out of you while letting his hard dick rub at your bare thigh, making himself cum just telling you about how he couldnāt wait to have it inside you, staining your skin and bedsheets. You'd scold him at that, like you didnāt get horny knowing he was ruining them with just the thought of you. Like you hadnāt ruined all your panties thinking about it too.
But then, when the time had finally arrived, tragedy had struck: a world tour.
Now, Hongjoong hadnāt planned that one. Or at least hadnāt really thought that itād be a problem. He could find someone on tour. Someone lucky enough to be the one to feel it for the first time. But he couldnāt do that now.
āWhat are you thinking about?ā
You had been lying on the bed, sheets pilling between your bare legs that lazily intertwined with his. Hongjoong rested the side of his face over the pillow next to you. His eyes had gotten lost on some spot on your face, but you could tell he was somewhere far, far away. Wherever he had been, you could see your question bringing him back to you. He shook his head slightly, his fingers carefully pulling a strand of hair away from your face.
āNothingā
But he had known. He had been thinking about how it had to be you. It could only ever be you.
And so when he realized the tour would interfere with both of your plans, he had started to prepare himself to endure three months of not seeing you. Not touching you. God, the thought was driving him insane.
āYou donāt... uhm...ā
You had tried to ease his worry, but shame was making the words pile at the base of your throat. The thing was, Hongjoong and you hadnāt really spoken about what was going on. Sure, he had pretty much made himself at home between your legs, mapped every part of your body trying to saciate his thirst, untouched himself. But you didnāt want him to think you thought you were exclusive, in case he didnāt feel that way. You didnāt want to tell him to have his fun somewhere else either, afraid he might think you didnāt love him. Because you did.
āYou donāt need to... I know you promised to use it with me for the first time but, well, I think... uhm, I understand. If itās too muchā
āWhat do you mean?ā
āIf it becomes too much to bear while you are thereā god, the thought itself made you sick. You swallowed it loudly āI understand if you sleep with someone else on tourā
It had been a bit of a improper conversation to have at a coffee shop early in the afternoon, but that had been one of the only and very few free moments Hongjoong had had to offer you. He had been too busy between practice, meetings, and more practice. He had sat across you in a beanie, most definitely hiding hair he hadnāt had the chance to wash in a few days. Basic practice clothes that smelled faintly of sweat and his own particular scent, always so tantalizing when heād hug you in an efusive greeting after days of not seeing you. You couldnāt do much more, not in public. And with him not being able to move too far away from the studio, it had been like this for the last couple days leading to the tour. He had looked tired and yet so happy to see you even if for just a moment. After you had spoken those words though, he looked even more gaunt than you had ever seen him.
āWhy would you tell me that?ā itās all he asked, and you felt yourself become small.
He sounded disappointed.
āJust in case you falter? I donāt know. I donāt want you to feel bad if you change your mind when you are over there"
āDo you think Iām going to?ā
āNo? I donāt-- We havenāt really spoken about where this is going or what page we are onā you had felt the heat crawl up your neck, embarrassed and also scared that he was staring at you like that āAnd I know you have a lot of pent-up frustration, and you know... you are always talking about the clubs and events you go to and the pretty fans you see and all thatā
His anger disippated, watching you making yourself crawl into yourself in front of him, pushing through the shame of bringing those memories to him. Had he told you about these? When you were suprssing your feelings for him, did he really sit there and tell you about other women? Had you looked so sad as you did now, despite how hard you were trying not to?
āI donāt want anyone but you. Not now, not after I fulfilled my promise. Not everā
That shut you up. You felt his hand rest on top of yours, brown eyes never leaving yours. They were tranquil, honest. You figured yours might be a bit glassy. It had been enough to ease your worries and ease his heart. Had he left you there with those thoughts for three months, he wouldn't have been able to forgive himself.
The kiss before the night he was supposed to be driven to the airport with the rest of the members had taken place behind their dorm building. Whatever excuse he had given to sneak out he hadnāt told you. He had held you against the wall, your back arched and your arms around his neck. It had been hungry and heated when he had gotten a hold of you, but it hadnāt been until the pace had slowed down, lips barely brushing against each other in a teasing rhythm, that he had felt himself get hard against you.
āDoes it not hurt naymore?ā
He shook his head, his tongue gliding left and right through your bottom lip as he did so. He kissed and sucked on it softly, savoring you.
āItās ready for youā
āI can tellā
You giggled against his lips, and the sound echoed in his ears. It'd made his heart skip a beat, warmth spreading through his chest and all over his body. God, he could take you there and then. Not even out of lust, he just needed you closer. Impossibly closer. He dropped his head and buried it in the crook of your neck, the small beads of sweat on his forehead wetting your skin. There were so many things he wanted to say: I miss you. I need you. I love you.
They all pressed against his ribcage, suffocating him. He let out a deep sigh, trying to ease his breathing. Compose himself. You caressed his hair, a little dry from the recent bleaching, and he hummed against your shoulder.
āI wish you could come with meā
āItāll be so worthy when you come backā
āIs not just about that. You know is not just about thatā he lifted his head and his eyes settled on yours, the light of a nearby lampost swimming faintly on his blown pupils āYou know, right?ā
Your hands caressed the soft skin of his neck and found their place at both sides of his face, cupping it with the utmost care.
āI doā
You did, the affection piercing through you as overwhelming as exhilarating.
The two months the tour had lasted had been the most agonizing Hongjoong had ever experienced. The good news was, he could touch himself now. You had both agreed upon it, even if he had wanted to deny himself that privilege. You had insisted that he wouldnāt be able to help it, and would eventually feel bad about it if he forced that rule on himself. With a little caveat to satisfy the both of you.
That was the reason why Hongjoong had asked for the single room for himself this time around, no one having any reason to deny him. Thatās why he was propping his phone in different places, finding the best angles to show you all he wanted you, and only you to see. You had received so many videos all the way through it.
In some he had propped the phone against his laptop that rested on the bed between his legs, open and eager. He had stroked himself, small steel piercing glinting under the hotel room light over his pink tip, eyes a bit lost somewhere behind the phone. He had told you he had had your pictures open on the laptop screen.
āNot even a scandalous oneā he had texted.
āJust one of you smilingā
āI miss it so muchā
He had folded a pillow in front of him, his pretty pale ass up in the air as he thrusted into it. You could see him dragging his tongue through the pillowcase, moaning and biting into it every time he buried his cock against the soft fabric. He had his phone to the side, so you could see him in all fours pathetically humping his own pillow, laptop open to his side playing the recording he had made while he fingered you in the backseat of his car. He had made many other since then, too.
He had a video you had taken when you were abusing his pretty mouth, fucking yourself on his tongue. It was shaky and frantic, and he could see his own cloudy eyes rolling back. He was embarrassed of how loud his moans had been, even when muffled under the delicious weight of your whole body over his mouth.
God, he had even let you play with his asshole. It had been one of these times he was so desperate he had almost fucked you with his freshly pierced dick, all health risks be damned. Then he had felt your wandering hand, and he had lifted his face from were it had been buried on your chest, sucking at your tits. Your eyes had shot him a question.
āDoes it feel good?ā
And he had nodded faintly. Unsure of his answer, you had done it again, slowly and carefully. He dragged his clothed dick against your leg, and that had been it. He had let you patiently and teasingly draw circles around it while messily making out with you, moaning into your mouth when youād press your pinky finger against it. It hadnāt gone farther than that, but he had made a me tal note of it. Put it aside for some other time when you both had the time, and the means, and the lube. Heād do anything. Heād do everything, as long as it was with you. No one else could touch him like you did.
Not even himself, no matter how much he squeezed himself in front of that camera. Face flat against the bed, lazily fucking himself into his own hand thinking of you. You zoomed into the video, his eyes closed, messy hair and face red. His eyebrows knit together as another whiny moan left his mouth. He looked so embarrassed when he stood up, planting his ass on his calves, staring at the mess heād done. His hands completely covered in the proof of his nasty antics: sheets ruined, sweaty, threads of cum all over it. His bed. Where he had to sleep. He looked so shy when he got up from the bed and cut the video off.
āYou look so cuteā you had texted the next day after youāve had time to watch it.
āThatās all?ā
āIād have cleaned them up with my tongueā
āThank youā
āNo needā
āI slept in the couch. I feel bad for the cleaning lady, thoughā
Some days he couldnāt even be bothered to record for you, no matter how much he wanted to show you. Heād get lost looking through videos, some he was completely incapable of looking away from. That one of him sliding his pierced cock through your pussy, a personal favorite of yours too. It had felt so good, the feeling of it hard and so hot rubbing against your clit, pressing against your entrance. It was so wrong, you both knew you were crazy enough to try and put it in. Every time it'd press against your cunt youād moan in protest, the little frown on your face actually making him want to push forward even more. It was disgusting really, how much you both had made out of it. The slick spread all over your pussy had made it easy for his his cock to glide through you, Hongjoongās precum leaking from his tip making the sound slicker, obscene.
He had held it still while you thrust your hips in the air, rubbing yourself against it, making sure his pretty tip touched your clit perfectly on the way down every single time. He had thought of marrying you in that position, stupid thought. It had made him shudder, his orgasm suddenly dangerously close. He had held your waist against the bed one more time, his other hand stroking himself at a quick pace as the tip dragged against your folds.
āPlease?ā he had asked.
You knew what he had meant, and you had obliged every single time.
His body shook, and he pressed his tip against your entrance before he came. It was the closest he could get to it, and he loved the sight: your hungry pussy, covered in his cum dripping down and into the couch. He had taken a second to breathe, engrossed in the sight in front of him. He looked almost enamoured.
āAre you gonna clean it up?ā you had teased, his hungry eyes, still blown going from your pussy, to your eyes, back down. He had fallen on his knees on the floor, hands on your knees and face dropping to your core. You had stopped him, your palm pressing against his forehead in an almost comical manner. You both exchanged a look āThatās not what I--ā you started, before you realized his stare wasnāt changing, the grip on your knees never softening. You swallowed, a small whimper falling from your puffy lips when you had seen him drag his tongue over your pussy with determination, his dazed eyes never leaving yours until he had cleaned you all up from his own mess.
Hongjoong had come back on a Wednesday morning, and he sent you the room number the moment he had booked it. He had insisted on going to a hotel instead of your apartment.
āI donāt want you to get any complaints from the neighboursā he had said, and he had been so serious about it too.
It was big, luxurious, and way more expensive than your mind could have started to comprehend. It was that sort of hotel, the kind that had a big, fancy guy at the front stopping you from coming in until you had shown him the reservation. It made you think about Hongjoong, about how things were before he debuted. He was on a league of his own now, and you were along for the ride.
It had never made you feel as small as it did now, inside the elevator and speaking the floor number to the lady so she can press it for you. It feels wrong somehow, being in a place like this, meeting your global superstar secret boyfriend at a hotel you could never afford a night at without sacrificing two months of salary. Inadequate. That's the word you are looking for.
You text Hongjoong the moment you let your back fall onto the absurdily huge bed. He texts back right away.
āIāll be there in twentyā
He must be so tired, you think, and yet he still wants to see you. Do you really deserve that? It feels so wrong for you to be lying here, and you can't help but fiddle with your fingers while you wait. Why does it have to be like this? Why do you have to be like that? Months waiting for this and the moment you get here you are, what exactly? Scared? Sad? About what? You could tell how much he loved you three months ago. Isnāt that good enough? Wouldnāt he be so upset if he walked through that door and saw you like this?
You hear the door open when your face is still between your hands, splashing water on it to calm yourself down. You can't tell if he has arrived surprisingly quickly or if you have lost track of time. You hear his voice call your name from the entrance and your heart leaps from your chest. You dry your face and discard the towel on top of the faucet, running into the main room to jump into his arms. You feel yourself soften and melt against him. The touch of his hoodie against your nose, the familiar feeling of his arms around you, the small kisses he was peppering through your hair. You sniffle and he parts from you. His eyes search yours, worried with reddish, dark circles around them.
āWhatās wrong?ā
You shake your head, you really donāt even know yourself.
āIām not sureā it scares him the way to say it, how is he supposed to help you? āItās just... overwhelming?"
āWhat is?ā
āYouā you panic āUs. This. In a good way, is justā the grip of your hands tighten on his shoulders, hoping he understands you want him close, that he wonāt misunderstand āIāve never felt this much before. Itās a bit scaryā
You let out a breathy laugh. Hongjoong brings a hand to caress your cheek.
āWe don't have to do it todayā
You scoff at that āAre you kidding?ā
He doesnāt laugh.
āI can wait foreverā he says āI can wait forever for youā
You take in his reddish eyes, the small break-outs in his skin, the dullness of it. The way he stands in front of you with little strength to stand up. You caress his cheek, and his eyes flutter close for a second.
āYou look so tiredā you whisper into his lips āCome hereā
You walk him towards the bed, take his shoes off when he sits down on the edge. He watches you kneel in front of him, pulling them off, socks too, placing them neatly next to the bed.
"Wait" he says in a low voice, a bit broken.
He asks you to get up by tugging at the sleeves of your sweater. He remains seated and his hands roam to your lower back in a gentle hug. He looks up at you, and you can understand what he wants without a word. You bent down slightly.
"Sorry" you say against his lips "I forgot the most important part"
You place a soft kiss on his lips. They are a bit chapped, rough against yours. He exhales deeply, and you can feel some invisible weight lift from his shoulders. His grip on your back, his lips, it all softens. Your fingers softly scratch underneath his jaw, earning yourself a shudder. You part his lips with yours, gently but a bit demanding. It's always the sweet moments that do the most for both of you. The slow kisses, the ghostly touches, the sound of your lips parting and tongues dragging against each other at an agonizing slow pace. His hands lift the hem of your sweater and you let him slip it ouf of you. He's pleased to find out you are not wearing a bra. You feel his shaky breath on your exposed chest, making goosebumps spread through it even before his lips start leaving wet, open mouthed kisses on your skin. He palms your ass through your jeans, and you so generiously unzip them and take them off before you venture downwards again, bare knees against the carpet now.
His hand find its way to your head in a generous pat, fingers caressing your scalp in gratitude. You look up at him and he feels a chill down his spine, it makes him straighten on his seat. Your hands go up and down his legs a few times before you grab at the waistband of his sweats, and he eagerly lifts his hips before you have time to ask for permission. You pull them down, leaving him on his probably overpriced plain t-shirt and underwear. You can see the outline of it, half hard pressing against the fabric. Itās like a gift on a Christmas morning, the wait to open it as sweet as whatās inside. Your hands softly knead at his thighs, massaging the tired muscles underneath.
āYouāve worked so hardā
You kiss the inside of his thigh. Short, sweet kisses over the soft flesh. You feel him open his legs wider and you smile against his skin. You get closer, letting your nose nudge at his bulge, enjoying the way he sighs in anticipation. You look up at him, and the sight of him above you, pupils blown despite the tiredness on his body has you pushing your knees further apart.
āAre you ready?ā you ask playfully, and he nods.
Your fingers sneak past the elastic of his boxers, and you pull them all the way down, throwing them somewhere in the floor. Itās not the first time youāve seen it, but itās the first time that you can touch it freely. Hongjoong sucks in a shallow breath when your fingers curl around it, it escapes in a wanton moan when you kiss the metal piece decorating his red rip. It feels cold in contrast to the heat of his member. The taste of salt and sweat on your tongue as you drag it from to base to the tip makes you moan, and you feel his hips buck when you suck at it. Your lips wrap around the tip, playfully circling it with your tongue a few times before taking it deeper inside your mouth. Hongjoongās hand grabs onto your hair, it stings. It feels so good, too. The moan it draws from your throat reverberates on his cock, and he canāt help but to push himself deeper inside you, making you gag.
āSorryā he says, his voice faint.
You pull him out of your mouth with a sweet, nasty pop before your eyes look up at him.
āYou taste so good, you know that?ā
A sound like a whimper comes out of him as he smiles at you with cloudy eyes. He loves the way your hand softly caresses at his thigh.
āYeah?ā
You nod, still stroking him, making sure to rub your thumb over the piercing when you reach the tip. The action draws a shaky breath from him, and it takes everything in you to not choke yourself on it on purpose. Some other time. Not now. You need to take him sweetly into your mouth, flattening your tongue against his cock and taking him in at the most torturous pace. You canāt help but to moan all the way down, the subtle outline of his veins against your tongue, the cute noises coming from Hongjoong above you as he tries to not fuck your face making you open your legs wider against the soft carpet.
āStop, stopā Hongjoong gently pushes you away from him, and the way your brows knit over your pretty eyes as you look up at him makes him feel guilty āOr Iāll finishā
Your bottom lip protrudes in a slight pout, but you comply. You stand up, and he backs himself until his back is against the headboard, eyes never leaving your body.
āWe canāt let that happenā you crawl towards him, knees sinking in the mattres and caging him underneath you āYou need to cum insideā
A pathetic moan rips through Hongjoong's throat and his nails dig on the fat of your hips where he has anchored himself. He pulls you towards him, a bit roughly.
āAre you sure?ā
āI donāt want you to do it anyhwere else. You are never cumming anywhere elseā you murmur against his temple with a soft kiss, and he understands. The possessiveness, the promise, the leash round his neck. Heās okay with it. All of it āWant to see it go in?ā
Hongjoong nods, his hair tickling at your neck and chest. He's panting just by watching you align yourself with him. You are both familiar with the feeling of his tip pressing against your entrance, having tortured each other multiple times by doing just that. The moment you start lowering yourself onto his lenght though, your breath hitches and so does his. Despite how much he wants to witness it going in, his eyes close the moment he feels his tip getting sucked in by your hungry, welcoming pussy. It's wet, and tight and so warm around him, his brain is shuting down any sense that isn't touch, comitting the feeling to memory. The initial resistance is barely there, and the unfamiliar feeling of his piercing dragging inside your walls causes you to let out a surprised moan, making your hips halt.
āOkay?ā he pants.
You nod, reassuring him. Your face is already so red when you look down at him, and the way your chest heaves up and down so close to his face making his mouth water.
āIt feels differentā
He's not really listening. His mouth opens and sucks at your nipple with a moan.
āGood?ā he asks with his lips pressed against your sternum before dragging his tongue all over your breast, playing with the soft flesh of it.
Your hand goes to his neck, gently pushing at it until he lets go of your tits and looks at you. His eyes, open and glossy and pleading look at you with so much adoration, so much desperation.
āYou feel so fucking goodā you almost cry "You are not even in yet"
A low moan dies at his throat, but you can feel it where your hand is still gently choking him. You sink lower, moaning into each other's mouth at how easily you bottom out, his cock practically slipping inside. He fills you up so perfectly, hot and hard and you can still feel the small piece pressing against your inside, deliciously poning at your walls. Itās making you delirious, you can feel the heat breaking through your body like a fever. You can see it in Hongjoong too, his chest and cheeks flaring red like a rash.
āCan you feel it?ā he asks, pressing his palm against your lower stomach like he's trying to feel it too.
You bit your lip and nod, savoring the feeling and clenching around him to give him a taste.
"I can feel it all the way, it touches me so good"
Your words make Hongjoong grab at your hair and push you towards him in a hungry kiss with a low groan. Your pussy can't help but clench around him when his tongue disgustingly sucks at yours. One hand fists at your hair, pressing your face against his so he can push his tongue deep inside your mouth, almost as if he's trying to fuck your throat with it. It's suffocating: the way your moans choke on his tongue, your mixed drool falling from your joined lips down your chins. It's got your pussy spasming. Hongjoong lets go and you gasp for air, a few threads of saliva linking your abused lips. The sight of you like that has him moaning loudly, the sound obscenely reverberating through the walls in the otherwise silent room.
God, you haven't even started to move yet.
When he feels your hips lift, his gaze immediately goes down, eyes trained on the way his dick goes back inside, sliding inside your pussy with a noise so sinful that a breathy, laughter-like moan escapes him. You back your hips down to the base, rolling them in a way that has you both grabbing at each other, nails digging into flesh without much care. His skin feels warm to the touch, already sweaty. Your hips have found their pace, rolling and dragging with the only thought of wanting his piercing to hit that sweet spot inside, never wanting to let it go. Hongjoongās dick id buried deep inside, his pubic hair rubbing against your clit ever so slightly with every desperate roll of your hips. You fuck him at a frantic pace, making sure to moan right into his ear. You know how much he loves that.
You feel Hongjoongās hands prompting you to slide up, but you bury your head on his neck with a shake.
āNoā you whine āI need it insideā Hongjoongās dick twitches at your words, and it makes you violently clench around it with a pathetic moan. You didnāt want to drag it out, not even one bit. You wanted the feeling of his piercing deep inside, deliciously rubbing against your insides over and over again āIt feels so good, it feels so so s-goodā
āI want to watch it go in againā he pleads, hands despairingly grabbing at your hips. You feel obliged to give him what he wants.
You lift your hips, but his bliss in interrupted when he feels his dick pulling out of you. The way his nails dig into your flesh hurts, his desperate grip and scared, confused eyes softening your heart. You want to give him all he wants. Forever. He can take whatever he needs. You lie in front of him, propping yourself on your forearms to look at him through your open, inviting legs. He doesnāt know where to stare. Your pretty face and puppy-like eyes, or your pussy full on display to him, desperate.
He crawls to you like a madman, the sight making him forget what his original wish was. Hongjoong wastes no time getting on his stomach and burying his tongue in your soaked cunt, the fricition of the sheet against his dick prompting him to rut against them. You moan in surprise, the delicious wet feeling of his tonge pressing at your entrance making your toes curl.
"It tastes so much better like this" he says, his fingers toying with your pussy and spreading it wide for him "It tastes so much better when it's fucked"
You whimper at his words, at the way he rubs at your clit the way he has learned to. Heās inside you in one swift, desperate thrust, like he might die if he's not inside you. He feels like he might. Hongjoong gets back to his senses when you kiss him softly, as if bringing him down to earth. He's panting over you, a few loose strands of hair covering his pretty, glassy eyes. You caress his scalp, tugging a bit.
āYou said you wanted to look at itā
He nods, like he just remembered. Both your eyes fall in between you two. Hongjoong parts your knees before his hands move to the back of your thighs. He pulls out slowly, mouth watering at the slick covering his cock. He waits until he can see the piercing pop up, the head is almost out when you protest.
āPut it back inā
You push your hips, and he wants to ruin you so badly. The head goes back in, the yet unfamiliar feeling of the metal dragging at your walls making your face twist in a way that has Hongjoong losing control and putting it all the way in. He presses as hard and deep as possible, bending your knees against your chest so hard you can feel them cramping. It draws a loud moan from you, almost like a yelp.
āIs that okay?ā he asks, worried.
You make eye contact, and you say nothing else. Your arms come to hold onto the back of his neck, bringing him close to you, burying your heads in each other's necks.
āDeeperā you demand.
āIt canāt go deeperā
āI want itā you almost cry. You know heās right, you know that, and yet āPlease?ā you beg.
He canāt deny it. Even if you ask him the impossible, heāll give it to you. Heāll find a way.
He lets his weight do the job, pushing your knees almost next to your ears. His hipbones dig onto your ass as he tries to push into you impossibly deep.
āFucking... heavenā he breaks into a moan.
āDo I feel good?ā you ask, out of your mind.
Hongjoong laughs, genuinely. He has lost his mind too. Itās the way you clench around him. The warmth, the tightness, your body against his, your voice echoing in his head. The moment his hips start dragging against yours he knows he's gone.
āI donāt want to cumā he says it like heās stopping himself from doing so at that very moment, begging himself not to āI want to stay like this-- keep ah-- keep fucking youā he drags his hips against you, never letting himself pull out too much āCum inside youā he pants āOver and over again. Foreverā
Your moans have started to sound like cries. He had been right about doing this at a hotel. If it had been your apartment, or anywhere else, someone might have called the cops. You can feel how damp the sheets are underneath, you have made such a mess already. The sound gives it away: wet, loud, embarrassing. With Hongjoong never pulling away, the pressure never eases. His piercing digging into the perfect spot over and over again, you keep clenching around him.
āFuck meā you cry āI need you to fuck meā
He hears you, and he obeys.
āI have to put out a bit for thatā he apologizes against your ear.
āNo!ā you stupidly hold harder onto him.
ā-'m sorryā
He parts from you, grabbing your arms and unlocking them from his neck with more ease than he expected. He presses both your wrists against the soft bed before gently asking you with a soft touch to lay on your stomach. You obey with a whimper, anticipation making your damp thighs tremble.
You prop your ass up, but with a gentle hand he presses down on your tailbone to where your clit graces the satin sheets. He exhales with a shaky breath, like he canāt believe he gets to do this finally. This is how he has always wanted to do it. All the times he had fantasized about bending you over and humping you like a dog were finally coming true. Thatās all he is and deserves to be to you. A pathetic bitch you allow to fuck you, because you are so kind and sweet to him like this. His hands knead at the flesh of your ass with reverence, his mouth open and letting out quiet, barely audible whimpers. He pushes your cheeks apart, eyes set on the way your pussy comes into view, waiting for him to fill it up. Your lips part with some difficulty, the slick and precum making them stick together. Hongjoong thinks it looks so pretty, red and swollend and fucked like that.
Your hands fist into the sheets when he puts his whole length inside, the throaty whine he lets out earning another clenching around his hard cock. He watches it go in slowly, and realizing how much he's drooling he lets his spit fall to where your cunt is sucking his cock in with almost a mind of his own.
He presses his palms on the small of your back, hips bucking and dragging against your ass every time he pounds his cock deep inside you. He needs to close his eyes to not cum. The way you are moaning, the screams muffled by the pillows. The sound his hips make against your ass mixing with that of your leaking pussy getting abused over and over again. The way your hands are blindly reaching backwards, attempting to get a hold on him. Itās already doing too much.
āNoā he groans, you feel his forehead press against your shoulder. His pace falters, but it never stops. The weight of his whole body on you and his cock buried deep inside you is making you drool onto the bed āIām going to cumā
Heās apologetic, yet his hips never halt. He canāt control himself, not when you feel like this.
āCum inside meā
āDonāt say thatā he begs.
āI want it inside, pleaseā
He cries into your ear, loud and pathetic. You are familiar with that sound by then, the way his body trembles and stiffens. You are not familiar with the warm feeling of hot threads of cum pressed deep inside your cunt, but you welcome it with a string of whimpers. You clench around him over and over again, ripping moans against your ear from him every single time as he unloads inside you.
āIām sorryā he says, it breaks your heart.
"It's okay, itās oakyā He feels you shift and start getting up, and he worries for a second while his mind is still cloudy. He gets to a sitting position, and when you feel him slipping out you desperately grab onto him, hands on his thigh āNo, donāt get out!ā
A bit lost and still riding his high, Hongjoong lets you handle him, lying on his back and with his head almost hanging from the edge. Truth is, you donāt care, and neither does he when he sees how you start riding him again without ever pulling out. His cock is too sensitive, the piercing definitely working his magic on him as well. It makes his hands pull at his hair as he watches your pretty ass grinding against him, his cum spilling from your cunt and onto the base of his cock with the most disgusting noises heās ever heard. He watches you ride it with his mouth open, the overstimulation making his hands shake where they try to settle on your waist. You use his cock to fuck yourself on it, nails digging on the bedsheets as you frantically slam your ass against his hips. He lets you use him, his head hanging from the bed with an euphoric glint in his eyes as he stares up at the ceiling, tears of pleasure dangling at the corners of his eyes. The bed shakes with the violent, hysterical way you fuck him until you cum, loud and shameful and so in love with him.
He finds strength to push himself up, kneeling behind you with his arms lazily embracing your waist as his head rests on your shoulder, leaving open-mouthed kisses while you try to catch your breath.
āI love youā he mutters against your ear āpleaseā he begs, not sure as to what for.
(video credit to yeosangtic on insta, my yeodoongie queen)
um. my imagination hath run amuck upon seeing this.
Jealous Pervy Stalker Yeosang, hiding in a closet while you talk to another member, trying to hold back his tears and his moans as he jerks off to the sound of your voice. that should be him youāre talking to, him who should be making you laugh but heās too god damn shy around you. itās not fair, itās not fair, itās not fair. he leans his cheek against the wall to hear you better as he desperately strokes his cock, whimpering whenever you laugh, and imagining all the things heād do to you if he had the confidence. he definitely has the ability and motivation. but for now, heāll hide in the closet, cum into his hand, force his staggered breaths to even out and quiet down, and watch the two of you leave through the crack in the door.
one day soon, heāll talk to you. make you laugh, make you his.
choi san. your hopelessly obsessed boyfriend. you ask one innocent question about what he does when youāre not around and immediately regret it .. or do you?
a/n : hi guys! after almost a year away, i figured my comeback should be the successor to my fic 'keep talking'. thank you for 800+ followers. i love yall
Youāre wrapped around your boyfriend like a koala, half in his lap, half sprawled across his chest when the thought suddenly hits you.
You pull back, narrow your eyes, tilt your head all suspicious:
āWaitā¦ when Iām not hereā¦ do you, likeā¦ get yourself off?ā
San freezes midāback rub.
āā¦Huh?ā
āAnswer. The question.ā
Your eyes squint even harder.
He sighs, looks away, rubs the bridge of his nose.
āBaby, why would you ask me something likeāā
āCause I wanna know!ā
He stares at youā¦ then gives up.
āI watch our tapes.ā
āHuh?ā
āOur sex tapes.ā
āSanāā
āAnd I look at your Instagram pictures.ā
āSan.ā
āAnd sometimes I screenshot your bikini photos before you delete them.ā
āSan???ā
āAnd sometimes I use the ones where youāre adjusting your top because you always look flustered andāā
āStopāā
He keeps going, dead serious, like heās reading a grocery list:
āAnd that one video where youāre laughing and your boobs bounce a little? Yeah. That one goes crazy. Top-tier.ā
āWhat????ā
āAnd those mirror selfies where your hair is messy. And the ones where youāre not even trying. Those are the worst.ā
He shifts under you, already getting hard just thinking about it.
You smack his chest.
āYouāre SICK.ā
He shrugs.
āIām in love.ā
You slap him harder.
āYouāre DEPRAVED.ā
Another shrug.
āYouāre SEXY.ā
You bury your face in your hands, dying.
He gently pulls them away, lowering his voice:
āYou asked, baby. You really think I jerk off to random women? No. Everything I do, I do to you.ā
He leans in, kissing your cheek, jaw, neck.
āAnd if you wantā¦ I can show you exactly how I do it.ā
You slide off his lap just a little, sitting between his knees, eyes wide and way too curious for his sanity.
āā¦Show me, then.ā
San blinks once. Twice.
His Adamās apple jumps.
āā¦Yeah?ā he asks, voice already dropping into that low, dangerous tone.
You nod.
He drags a hand down his face like he knows heās about to ruin you with this demonstration alone.
āOkay,ā he mutters, leaning back into the couch, legs spreading a little, ābut donātā donāt laugh. Iām serious.ā
You bite your lip.
He sees it. He groans.
Then he slips a hand under the waistband of his sweats, pulls himself out, already half-hard from the conversation alone. His breaths get shaky, on purpose, because he knows youāre watching.
āNormallyā¦ā he starts, eyes flicking to yours, āā¦I start slow. Justā thinking about you walking around the house, tiny little outfit, pretending youāre not teasing me.ā
His thumb glides over the tip spreading the precum, ā and he sighs, deep, breathy, borderline whimpering.
You swallow so hard he hears it.
āAnd then,ā he continues, pumping slowly, āI think about how you look when you ride meā¦ all loud and needyā¦ā
You shift on your knees.
He definitely notices.
His lashes flutter, and he lets out a soft, broken āmmhāfuckā¦ā
You scoot closer.
He moans again, high, pretty, shameless, because heās absolutely doing this on purpose now.
āYou like watching me, baby?ā he breathes out, jaw clenching, hips lifting into his own hand. āYeahā¦ you doā¦ā
You nod, dazed.
He groans, throwing his head back for a second, biting his lip dramatically, exaggerating it because he knows it gets you.
Then he looks at you through heavy lids.
āYou always make me this hard,ā he whispers, voice cracking just a little. āEven when youāre not here.ā
Your thighs press together.
He smirks, then lets out another deliberate whimper, soft and choked, like he knows it shoots straight into your bloodstream.
āCome here,ā he murmurs, hand stroking himself faster. āIf youāre gonna watchā¦ watch up close.ā
You crawl into his lap.
He pulls your hand to his stomachā
so warm, tense, shaking, and keeps moaning softly, messy and pretty, just for you.
Heās doing all of this on purpose.
You lean in so close he can feel your breath on his throat, eyes glued to every movement of his hand, every twitch of his stomach, every shaky inhale he lets slip.
And San loses his mind over it.
āJesusā¦ā he whispers, voice cracking when he looks down and sees your faceāeyes blown wide, lips parted, studying him like heās something you want to taste. āYouāre really watching me like thisā¦?ā
You nod slowly. His chest stutters.
He bites his lip so hard a muscle in his jaw jumps.
āThatāsā fuckā this is the hottest thing youāve ever done,ā he mutters, voice warm and breathless. He spreads his legs wider, giving you a better view, pumping his hand a little harderā¦ slowerā¦ letting you see everything. āYouāre looking at me like you wanna eat me alive.ā
āSan,ā you breathe.
His eyes darken instantly.
āOh my godā¦ā he laughs under his breath, ruined already, āyouāre obsessed with me.ā
Your face heats.
He cups your chin with his free hand, forcing you to hold eye contact while the other keeps stroking, wet and filthy and slow enough to make your stomach twist.
āYou like how I do it?ā he whispers.
You nod. His smile is evil.
āYou like seeing what I do when youāre not home?ā
Another nod.
His grip tightens. His thighs flex under you.
āYāknow what I think about?ā he murmurs, leaning closer until your noses almost touch. āYou. On your knees. Mouth open. Eyes like that. Waiting for me.ā
Your breath catches.
He groans.Ā
āKeep watching,ā he says, voice low and trembly. āDonāt look away. Not once.ā
You donāt.
Your eyes track the movement of his hand, the veins on his forearm, the way his stomach tightens every time he pumps upward. He notices. He feels your stare. It makes him moan againāsoft, involuntary, almost shy.
You whisper, barely audible:
āā¦You look so hot.ā
He chokes on a breath. His hips jerk.
And his voice drops even lower, wrecked and proud and starving:
āSay that again.ā
You whisper it again, slower. āSo fucking hot.ā
You slide closerāslow, curious, innocent in that way that makes his whole body seize upāand tilt your head.
āCan I helpā¦?ā
His hand falters on himself, eyes snapping to yours like you just offered him the cure to every problem heās ever had.
āā¦yeah,ā he whispers, voice already breaking, āyeahābaby, cāmere.ā
Your smaller hand slips under his, replaces his stroke.
The second your skin touches him he whimpersāa real one, sharp and desperate, right against your neck.
āOhāfuckāā
His head drops to your shoulder.
Heās trembling.
He grabs your wrist gently, guiding your rhythm, but youāre already doing it exactly how he likesāsoft at the base, tight at the top, twisting up just a littleā
āBaby,ā he gasps, breath hitting your collarbone, āyouāreāfuckāyouāre so good at thisāā
His hips buck into your palm.
His hand is gripping your thigh, hard enough to bruise.
You look up at him through your lashes and his knees actually shake.
āThatās it,ā you whisper, teasing, āyou like when I do it?ā
He moans.
A pretty, broken, breathy sound right into your ear.
āI loveāwhen youāhelp meāgodāfuuuckā
Heās collapsing, chest heaving, face flushed, thighs tense beneath you.
The wet slick sound of your hand working him faster fills the room and he completely loses the last bit of control he had.
āY/Nābabyāoh my god Iām gonna cumāā
You tighten your grip, stroke him exactly how he likesā
His whole body jerksā
He lets out the most ruined groan youāve ever heardā
And he finishes right into your hand, warm and messy and so much more than you expected.
He collapses into you, panting into your shoulder, completely melted.
Your sticky hand is still resting on him when he finally breathes again.
āā¦youāre gonna kill me,ā he whispers, voice wrecked, trembling all over. āYouāre actually gonna kill me.ā
You hold your hand upā dripping.Absolutely covered in him. A warm, glossy mess.
Your eyes go wide on purpose.
āā¦San.ā
He looks up from your shoulder, dazed, hair a mess, breaths still shaking.
And you wiggle your fingers.
āLook at this! You're. SO. Desperate.ā
His whole face flushes scarlet.
āBabyāā he groans, grabbing your wrist to hide the evidence, ādonātā¦ donāt say it like thatā¦ā
But you lean back, smirking like the menace you are.
āYou made a huge mess. This isāSan, this is ridiculous. You couldnāt even hold it for a second??ā
He hides his face in your neck, mortified, whining like a grown man being scolded.
āYou canāt tease me after what you just did to me,ā he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin, āI warned youāI told you I was closeāyou kept goingābaby, you know what you were doingāā
āNo,ā you say, faking innocence, showing your sticky palm again, āyouāre nasty. Nasty. Look at this.ā
He pulls your wrist down, panicked.
āStop showing it to me!ā
His voice cracks. āI know what I did!ā
You laugh so hard he swats your thigh lightly, embarrassed, still breathless.
Then he looks up at youāeyes heavy, lips parted, totally ruinedāand mutters:
āā¦clean your hand before you start teasing me again or I swear Iāll make an even bigger mess.ā
OH.
You grab a warm towel and clean him up gently, slow little wipes that make him flinch because heās still sensitive.
You purposely kiss the tip softly just to watch him jolt.
āY/Nā!ā
You kiss it again..
He slaps a hand over his face.
āStopā¦ youāre gonna kill meā¦ā
You hop off the bed, still glowing, still smug, and go to the mirror.
You clean yourself up tooāwiping your mouth, fixing your hairā
But then curiosity hits.
You look at your fingers.
You look at him in the reflection.
You drag your tongue over them.
Slow.
Purposeful.
Sanās jaw drops.
āā¦that tastes kinda good.
Somebody changed their diet. Good boy.ā
His ears turn red.
āWhy would you DO that?!ā
You shrug in the mirror, wiping your lips.
āI was curious.ā
āThatās notā you canāt justā youāā
Heās literally malfunctioning.
ā¤· In which y/n waits outside her ex boyfriends concert in hopes he'll take her back.
[seonghwa x fem!reader] warnings: smut minors dni 18+ , fingering, oral f!receiving, hand job, angst, p in v, aftercare, unprotected sex, heavy plot, praise, tender love, deep affection, ex/boyfriend seonghwa. wc 5,354
The rain was beating heavily against the windshield of your car that sat outside the back of the KPSO dome. Ateez are inside finishing up their finale concert of the tour and you decided now was the perfect time to corner your ex and beg for him to take you back.
You and Seonghwa broke up just before the tour because all the two of you did was argue, you hated the way he had to hide the relationship because it would 'ruin how the fans saw him'.
All you ever wanted to do was shout about your relationship and tell everyone how proud you are to be his, but his company wouldn't allow it.
You had gotten into trouble for simply having his hand in an Instagram story post, even though your account was private and had a follower count of 150.
In all fairness he was never the problem, when you weren't fighting he treated you like a princess, cooking you food, bringing home expensive gifts because he thought of you when he seen it, taking you to private events and god the sex was the best you ever had.
So, you sat in your car with your knees tucked onto the seat and your eyes trained to the 'no access' door you knew the group would leave out of.
The clock on your dash struck 10.30 and you could hear the fans starting to leave the venue out the front, so you pulled out your phone and texted Yeosang to convince Seonghwa to come outside.
Sangš: I'll send him out for air
Sangš: He isn't in a good mood so be ready
You sat biting the skin around your nails, anxiously waiting for Seonghwa to come out. Yeosang specified that he was already in a bad mood so you know this will only make it worse.
The back door opened and Seonghwa walked out in low hanging sweats and a black wife beater.
You sat and stared at him for a few seconds with an anxious feeling stinging your chest. It felt like your heart travelled to your throat and was waiting to burst out.
His eyes darted over to your car when he heard the door open. His jaw hung loose and his lips parted.
The rain drenched your hair immediately and you could feel your hoodie getting heavier. It really didn't help the sinking feeling in your gut, it just added to it. Drenched and heartbroken
Seonghwa moves out into the rain, away from the sheltered space next to the door. His hair started to cling to his forehead while his face stayed dumbfounded, watching you walk towards him.
"What are you doing here?" He questioned when you stopped a few meters away.
You had your heart on your sleeve and thankfully it was raining because it masked the tears already pooling at your eyes.
"I fucked up hwa, this past month has been one of the hardest for a long time" You used your sleeve to wipe the rain streaming down your face. "Not just because you've been away, but the fact I haven't had anyone to speak to. I thought I'd be fine letting you go and thought that maybe I'd feel free, but its been the complete opposite"
Seonghwa comes closer but still an arms length away. His expression showed shock and some sort of guilt?
"I talked to Yeosang while you were away and he said you barley left the hotel rooms, what I'm basically saying is, I know you have been struggling too and I hope we want the same thing" Your breath hitched and you stuttered a few words because that same anxious feeling was starting to swallow you whole.
Maybe this was a bad idea and he would just walk away and leave you here stood in the pouring rain like a misbehaving dog. Yet there was still a glimmer of hope that he'd hold you in his arms and tell you he'd take you back despite his stupid companys rules.
"Take me back hwa, I don't think I can move on from what we had. Your my first and only love"
Seonghwa could see how vulnerable you were right now. Standing in the pouring rain knowing you hate the feeling of wet clothes clinging to your body. Your eyes red and filled with tears, hair stuck to your skin, jeans soaking up the puddle beneath you and your words building up in your throat.
He couldn't help his own emotions break through the mask, his own tears trailing down his cheeks. Everyone was aware of his lingering feelings towards you, he couldn't get over the fact his job got in the way of the woman he loves the most (second to his mother of course).
Even the fans noticed a decline in his energy during the tour, it was trending everywhere but he didn't pay any mind to it because all he could think about was you.
All of your stuff still laid dormant in the dorm, the members didn't even touch your coffee mug in the kitchen in fear he would get mad and lash out. He was mourning the death of your relationship.
It didn't help either when the staff would ask where you are at the lunches and random events. You were a big part of his life and it sucks he had to let it go.
It was obvious he wanted you back too.
He moved closer and didn't hesitate to pull you in to a crushing hug. His hands gripped at the soggy fabric of your hoodie while he inhaled the scent on your neck.
You didn't even think when his body engulfed you. Sudden relief washed over you when your head met his broad shoulder, this is everything you've been waiting for, everything you craved.
"It's been so hard without you, it's like you tore my heart out and kept it" His head nuzzles in further and his arms tighten around you like you'd slip away. "I should've fought to keep you by my side, losing you wasn't worth it"
"I kept your heart safe and waiting for you to come home" you whispered into his shoulder and kissed his exposed skin.
"Be mine again" Seonghwa pulls away and looks down at you with his hair dangling in front of his eyes. You could feel his heart beating through his chest and couldn't help but let out a sob.
"Of course, I love you hwa" You choked keeping your eyes on his.
"I love you too sweetheart"
His lips fall onto yours in a needy and passionate kiss. His plump lips moved at an agonising pace, like he was savouring every movement and taste.
Your hand laced into his hair while the other latched around his neck to pull him closer. You didn't want to let him go and you really didn't care if his crazy fans or paparazzi caught you in the heated moment.
You craved the feeling of his lips on yours and now that you have them an ache between your legs appeared.
"I need you" You said against his lips and it only fuelled his hunger.
He wanted you too and he wanted you now.
Seonghwa pulled away from the kiss and looked back at the door then to you with a fire in his eyes.
"Text one of them to take my stuff home, I don't have the patients to run inside"
Seonghwas hands fell to your hips as his lips met yours again, he gently pushed you backwards towards your car until your back hit the passenger side door.
You didn't know where you were going to take this, all you know is your right where you want to be. Stuck to Seonghwa, making out in the rain and knowing each others true feelings, not carung what everyone else thinks.
Seonghwa opens the passenger door and guides you into the seat. Your lips never parted until a minute after you got in the car.
He was still hunched in the door with his hands running up your thighs. He wanted you now more than ever but he knew he couldn't do it here and risk getting caught by the staff. It didn't really matter if the members came out because they've all caught you at least once.
"We need to get out of here" His voice was husky and full of lust.
"Go anywhere, I don't care" You replied without moving away, his lips were too addicting.
Seonghwa pecks your lips then your cheek before pulling away and closing the door.
Your heart was in your throat as you watched him run around the front of the car to get into the drivers seat.
As soon as he got in he lurched towards you over the centre console and attacked your lips again. He couldn't get enough and was clearly struggling to hold himself back.
But the door opened and slammed behind the staff member carrying heavy bags to one of the black vans. It snapped the two of you back to reality and Seonghwa was quick to sit back in his seat.
He looks over slowly like he'd been caught stealing and started laughing. You joined in, realising how crazy the situation is.
"I couldn't help myself, you taste so good" His hand moved further up your thigh and grazed your crotch.
Your body flinched at the electric feeling and you gripped his bicep in horny excitement.
"Drive now before I jump over there"
He smirked at your warning and turned on the car. Reflections by the Neighbourhood blasted through the radio and you scrambled to turn it off.
"I was in my feels on the way here" You look at him with saucers for eyes feeling like you had just outed yourself.
He just sits and smiles at you, admiring every feature on your face. His hand finds yours and he brings it up to his lips to leave a soft peck on your fingers.
"I'm glad you're mine again, I hated the thought of someone else being with you"
His voice was low as his eyes stared deeply into yours, like he was looking into your soul and read every secret you kept hidden away.
"I'm glad to be yours again too"
He put the car into drive and sped to the exit, keeping your hand in his while he drove.
-
The drive was filled with soft touches, kisses at stoplights and humming to the random music playing from your playlist.
Seonghwa got out first and walked to your side to hold open the door, just like he used to.
He drove you both to his dorm because its closer than your apartment, after you had texted Yeosang he mentioned that the boys were going out for drinks to celebrate the end of tour. So it was a free house for at least four hours.
"We're going to have to rechristen every surface in the dorm" He takes your hand and drags you to the front door. Already shoving the key through the door and eagerly pushing it open.
The door slammed behind you and he was already at your neck, pushing you against the frame and feeling all over your body.
"Can we change first, I hate my clothes sticking to me" Your voice was breathless as your hands worked through his hair.
"I have a better idea" he mumbled against the tender skin of your neck while his hands work their way up your hoodie.
His hands were cold against your back making you jolt at the sensation. He chuckled when he couldn't feel a top or your bra underneath.
"Not even a bra on, you must've knew this was how it would end" His fingers flick and pinch your nipples making your head fall against the door with a thud. The pain didn't even mask the horniness radiating off your body.
Seonghwa pulls the hoodie over your head and throws it to the floor beside your feet. He steps back and looks over your body like a hungry wolf.
"I missed these" He kissed from your neck down to your breasts where he flicks and plays with your nipples with his tongue. "Your gorgeous" He whispered against your skin making you arch into him and grip his hair.
"I need you hwa" You moaned while scrunching your eyes shut at the euphoric feeling of being touched again.
He pulled away and hooked his arms under your thighs to pick you up. He smacks your ass dominantly and throws you down on the couch. He couldn't even wait long enough to get you into his bedroom.
You laid sprawled out on the couch, watching him stare at your half naked body. It was a silent appraisal with his eyes complimenting every inch of your skin.
His soft finger trails from your lower stomach up to the base of your neck. "I don't even know where to start" He mumbled.
You sat up feeling impatient and pulled him down by the neck. You lock your lips with his and messily peeled off his wife beater.
His body glistened from the rain and even a few rain drops slipped between his abs. You pushed him back and flattened your tongue against his lower stomach to drag it slowly up his abs.
Tasting the salty mix of rain and sweat from his concert. He kept his eyes on you the whole time with his chin stuck to his chest and his lips parted sultry.
His head fell back and his hands found your ass, squeezing and massaging you through the soaked jeans. You attacked his neck, nipping and biting leaving small red marks.
The rule was to never mark him where it can be seen but you couldn't care for those stupid rules in the moment.
He bent his legs so his thigh could make contact with your clothed core, your forehead met his chest as you moaned at the feeling.
"Move" He groaned while he held your hips to guide you up and down his thigh.
You left messy open mouth kisses to his exposed chest while grinding against his leg. He pushed your hair back away from your face and moved to massage your tits.
"Your doing so good princess"
His compliment only turned you on more and you found yourself palming his length through his sweatpants. It was only fair he feels pleasure after waiting for so long.
"Oh my god" Your eyes closed at the stimulation and couldn't focus on anything except the friction against your clit. Your mind had gone numb.
Seonghwa released the button of your jeans and started tugging them down. He flattens his leg and sits up which frustrated you. Your face screwed up in disappointment and he laughed at your reaction.
"You won't be making that face after I'm finished"
He pushes you back against the couch cushions and pulled your jeans off to throw them on the coffee table. Your mind was in a daze as he lifts your right leg against the back of the couch and licks his way down to your thong.
Your stomach tenses as his tongue glides over your clothed core.
"Your already so wet" He whispered against your panties before kissing your clit.
"It's all for you" your voice was breathy as you watched him pull your panties to the side and looks at the glistening mess while his mouth watered.
"Exactly how I want it" His tongue slips between your folds and licks up your arousal.
Your hand shoots to grip his hair and you hips buck as soon as he makes contact with your clit.
"Oh my fuck- hwa" You moaned while rolling your hips into his face.
The sensation of his tongue against your core only got you closer to your first orgasm. Rubbing against him before was already enough to make you cum.
His tongue licks around your clit as he introduces a finger into your hole, he curls to perfectly hit the cushioned spot in your vagina. You could feel your orgasm rising in your stomach making your eyes roll to the back of your head.
"Fuck, right there" You feel him chuckle against your clit knowing you were getting close to cumming.
He knew you like the back of his hand, especially when it came to fucking you. He knew all the sweet spots and what tips you over the edge.
"Mmm going to fucking cum" Your hips buck into his face at the feeling of a knot forming in your lower stomach.
He picks up his pace, finger fucking you at an ungodly speed. He nips at your clit and it sends a wave of euphoria over your body.
"Cum for me baby" His voice was husk and sounded so fucking sexy.
It only took one more thrust to send you over the edge and unfolding right in front of him. Your thighs shudder and your back arches off the couch while your hand fists his hair.
Seonghwa licks up your cum and leaves another kiss on your clit sending a rush of electricity through your body.
He kisses his way up to your lips and lays his body on yours while massaging your arms.
"Did that feel good?" He questioned for reassurance event hough he knows he fucked you right.
"Amazing"
You licked your lips and stared up into his hungry eyes. You wanted to continue but the feeling of dryness in your mouth annoyed you.
"Do you need water?" He questioned knowing you where thirsty.
You just nodded and watched him walk to the kitchen. His sweatpants hung lower than before revealing his defined v-line. It gave you a new found rush of energy and you found yourself chasing after him into the kitchen.
He turns from the sink with a glass of water in his hand but he flinches upon seeing you fully naked behind him. You stalk closer and place your lips against the glass. He lifts the base of the glass and lets the water flow between your lips.
He hums in satisfaction and imagines what else he could put in that pretty mouth of yours.
The glass is taken from your lips and you watch him take a sip from the glass. His eyes stay on yours and it turns into a heated staring contest.
"Bend over the island, I want to see that pretty ass of yours"
You do exactly what he asks and look at him over your shoulder. He places the glass on the counter and stalks towards you, eying the round shape of your ass.
His hand palms your plump skin before he pulls it away and sends a firm smack to your right ass cheek. You moan and grip the corner of the island.
He slides your thong down your legs and tucks it into his pocket. His fingers find your clit and he rubs circles. Your head falls to the marbled counter top while your ass backs up into him.
"Soaked again"
You could hear Seonghwa suck the fingers that were just on your clit before pulling his dick out his sweatpants and teasingly gliding it against your core.
"I want you so bad" You moaned and pushed your ass towards him, feeling his tip push into your core, glazing it in your wetness.
You whine as he pulls back making him chuckle at your neediness. He strokes his length pushing the blood to his already pulsing tip thats dripping with precum.
"Stop teasing me" you whine again and lean into him. This time he doesn't pull away and lets his dick slowly slide into your pussy.
"Your so tight" He couldn't help himself but push his entire way in, completely covering his dick with your slick vagina.
Your brain turns to mush and you feel your legs going unsteady, he'd have to hold you up soon or you'll fall to the ground in pleasure.
Seonghwa tensed to control himself from thrusting into you, letting you adjust to his size.
"Can I move" His voice was breathy and he was clearly struggling to compose himself.
"Yes" You basically moaned in response. You couldn't wait for him any longer and started to move on him yourself.
It didn't last long though because he started to pound into you, sending you flying further on the counter, rocking back and forth against the marble.
His fingers dug deep into your hips while he moaned at the feeling of his dick sliding against your walls. You loved the sounds he made, you felt proud that you could make him feel this good.
The room filled with the sound of sweaty skin smacking against each other and shameless moaning coming from the both of you.
Your hands scrambled to grip anything that could ground you, your body was on cloud nine and the euphoric feeling travelled through your veins like a sweet curse.
"Give me ur hands" His words were mumbled and messy as he reached forward and grabbed your two hands in his.
You squeezed around his thumbs when you felt your walls clench around his dick.
"I'm close" You moaned and rested your sweaty forhead against the cool counter.
He let go of your left hand and slipped it between your legs to work your clit. He always prioritised you and wanted you to finish first. He was doing just that with the speed he thrusted and rubbed at your clit.
You clenched around him again followed by a strained scream coming deep from your throat.
The same tight feeling released in your stomach and your liquids coated his dick.
"Your so good baby, already came for me a second time" his words were even more breathless than before as he used his hands to gently massage your back and ass.
A few thrusts of his hips sent him over the edge, he pulled out and you could feel the hot strings of his cum land on your back. You looked behind your shoulder and watched him ride out his orgasm into his hand. His lips were parted and his eyes stared deeply into yours as you enjoyed the view of the man you love fucking his hand.
He bends down and kissed the skin of your ass before grabbing kitchen roll and wiping his mess off your back.
"Your so hot baby, bent over the counter for me"
You smiled and fluttered your lashes at him. He was catching his breath and pushing the hair stuck to his face back.
You got up from the counter and moved into his arms. He placed a kiss to your swollen lips and stared lovingly into your eyes.
"I love you" he whispered and placed another kiss to your forehead.
"I love you too" You replied and rested your chin on his chest, staring up at him like he was chiselled by the gods themselves.
His skin was glistening against the kitchen light making him look more majestic, his lips were soft and plump, you couldn't help yourself but sneak another kiss.
"We should shower to warm up, being wet from the rain isn't good"
You smirked. "I already feel warm enough"
He chuckled and smacked your ass again, ricoshaing the sound around the room. You yelp and move closer to him, feelig your breasts flatten against his chest.
"We're showering" He picks you up bridal style and takes you to the bathroom.
"What about a bath instead? I haven't had one since the last time I was here" You pout, begging him to take a bath instead of a shower, you have a shower at your apartment, but he has a large bath with a big collection of bath salts and soaps thanks to Yeosang.
"Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets" He kisses your lips and places you on the side of the bath before he turns on the taps to fill the tub.
"I'll get you your fluffy robe" He leaves the room and goes to his to grab your darth vader bath robe.
He comes back wearing his storm trooper bath robe and holds your bathrobe open to help you dress. He ties the belt and pats your hips. He sits on the toilet lid and invited you to sit on his lap.
"So what have you been doing since I've been away?" He questions, rubbing small circles on the back of your hand.
"Ah you know, tending to the line of men waiting to get in my pants" you joke and recieve a strong pinch to your sides. You laugh seeing his jealous expression. "I'm joking" You take his cheeks in your hands. and kiss his smushed up lips.
His frown is replaced with a smile as you pull back. "I've just been doing work to distract myself" Your arms lock behind his neck as his face drops again. "What?"
"It'll be different this time, You are my main priority, the jobs comes second. I still want to keep you protected though, I don't know what I'd do if someone hurt you because of me" Your forhead connects with his as you stare into each others eyes.
"Thank you, and I won't nit pick the little things. As long as I have you I'm more than happy"
You both smile and share another short kiss before he gets up and turns off the taps, the bathroom is filled with the scent of lavendar as he poors the soap into the bath an shake it up to create walls of bubbles.
Seonghwa hums as he moves, his robe drops and he gets into the bath. You smile as he holds out his hand to invite you in. You repeat his actions and join him in the bath.
Your body completely relaxed against his chest, you missed him and you can tell he missed you too.
Your toothbrush still sat next to his in the holder, your mug was still tucked in the corner of the kitchen counter and you noticed your hair ties stil laid scattered around the dorm, but your sure some of the boys probably borrowed them.
It made you realise the break was never going to last, your stuff stayed dormant, waiting for you to come back and use them again. It's the same with your apartment, all of the stuff he left the last time he was over never even moved an inch.
You and Seonghwa were made for each other and you were grateful for him taking you back.
Your hand snaked behind you and palmed over his dick. It twitched awake as his hands found your breasts.
"It seems someone isn't tired yet" He whispered into your ear as he nibbled the skin of your ear lobes.
"I thought I'd even the score were 2-1 and I don't like uneven numbers" You turned to move to his side balancing on your hip as your hand worked on his cock.
His hand rested on your lower back as his head hung over the edge of the bath. He humed in satisfaction as you felt his dick harden in your hand.
"He's awake" He laughs at your observation and pulls your face to his, locking you both in an intimate open mouth kiss. Both your tongues fought for dominance as your hand danced up and down his length.
"Fuck" He pulls away to moan and watch your hand through the bubbles.
Your thumb plays with the tip, focusing on stimulating the slit before gliding back down to the base of his cock. He grips your waist and moves closer to your face, biting your lower lip and watching you through his fallen strands of hair.
You smile and push the strands off his face, his cock twitches in your hand and you can tell he's close to cumming.
"Cum for me" you whispered against his lips.
"Fuck your so hot" his hips buck and his hands grip ypur waist and the edge of the tub.
He rides his orgasm and pulls you by the chin to conect your lips. "Your so beautiful" He whispered breathlessly against your lips.
His whole body relaxed as he sank deeper into the water. You sank with him and rested your head on his chest.
"I could stay like this forever" both of his arms hold you tight. You could feel your eyes closing as you fought off sleep.
"I'm tired now" You yawned and nuzzled closer to his chest, enjoying his warm and muscular embrace.
"A few more minutes in here then we can go to bed" You just nodded in agreement and stayed relaxed together in the tub.
-
You stood in Seonghwas room wearing his hoodie and a pair of shorts from your drawer. Your face was glassy with skincare and your hair was twisted in a bun. Exactly as you should be.
Seonghwa had gone around the dorm to pick up the discarded clothes and fold them up at the foot of the bed. Just to save the members sanity when they got home.
Seonghwa held you in his arms in the centre of the room, just standing in each others presence and swaying softly to the show playing on his computer.
His phone had buzzed a few minutes before alerting the two of you to stop fucking because the boys where on their way home.
"Can we sleep now?" You pouted up to your tall boyfriend whos eyes were trained on Alchemy of Souls. He hummed and slowly moved closer to the bed.
He pulled back the duvet and climbed in with open arms. You smile and tuck youself against him, slotting your head against his neck and tangling your legs with his.
You watched him as he stared at the show glowing from his computer screen. His brows were furrowed and he bit his cheek while concentrating, you softly pressed a kiss to his neck which grabbed his attention.
"Are you okay?" He moved a strand of hair behind your ear and smiled. His eyes crossed while he looked at you because of the closeness and you almost melted at the sight.
"I'm perfect" You replied and pulled him into another slow kiss.
The front door opened and you could hear seven heavy footed men stumble through the door.
"The war is over!" You could hear Wooyoung shout from the kitchen which caused the two of you pull away and stare at the door expecting at least one of them to break through.
"Brace yourself" Seonghwa whispered and hugged you closer.
The door shot open and hit the wall behind it causing the wooden door to bounce back slightly. Wooyoung stood at the door with a bright smile adorning his face. His glasses fell down his nose as he came closer to the bed.
"Ah it's good your back y/n, Hwas attitude stunk this whole month"
"Hey" Seonghwa kicked from under the blanket like a child.
Yeosang passed by the door with a smile on his lips. He knew from the beginning it would work out between the two of you. Especially because yo texted him daily to ask how Seonghwa was doing.
"Okay get out now" You groaned while staring at Wooyoungs lingering frame at the end of the bed.
He pouted like a child and stomped out the room followed by the slam of Seonghwas door.
"He's so annoying" Seonghwa readjusted his position to have his head laying on your chest, his hands snuck under your hoodie and he relaxed on you completely.
He was so warm and the feeling of your fingers massaging his hair sent you straight to sleep.
Seonghwa noticed the lack of hand movements and planted a kiss to your lips before he turned off his show. He laid and stared at your peaceful face, all the stress disappeared and your breathing had evened out.
He wanted to do nothing more than scoop you up and lock you away for only him to see. You are and always will be his.
cws: smut, making out, dry humping, riding, choking, unprotected sex, car sex, public sex, creampie, needy Hongjoong, service top/switch!Hongjoong, slight food play, finger sucking, reader is a tease
word count: 2592
summary: going out to get some ice cream on a hot summer day, Hongjoong seemed to be hungry for something else
a/n: first part, here we goooo! Hope youāre enjoying it
āThank you, babyā, you said.
Hongjoong was holding the door of his car open for you so you could get in, true gentleman style. He also just paid for your ice cream.
He closed the door as soon as you were in your seat, walking around the car.
āEverything for you, jagi. That was nothingā.
Well, it kinda was. Doing things like getting ice cream never were normal with him, he had to wear at least a cap and mask to hide his appearance when being out with you, not wanting fans to get overexcited when seeing him. Also, you had to eat in the car instead of being able to sit in front of the cute ice cream place, out in the sun.
āStillā, you huffed, leaning towards him a bit to place your hand on his thigh when he was sitting as well, āThanks for spoiling meā.
He closed his door as well, lifting the cap a bit to remove the mask.
āI love spoiling you. That is more of a treat for me, you know?ā.
You smiled, feeling the butterflies roaming around your stomach as he held eye contact. Hongjoong always looked at you with big eyes, full of devotion and affection.
You leaned back again against the hot leather seat, shifting the focus to the cone in your hand. The ice cream was already melting, it was way too hot for this.
āHow does it taste?ā, he asked.
He got himself an iced coffee, taking a sip on the straw before putting it back into the cup holder in front of him.
āItās goodā, you said, darting your tongue out to lick over it, āYou want a taste?ā.
Something in his eyes changed, but you couldnāt lay a finger on it, you couldnāt properly read it. So you just held the cone out to him and he opened his mouth, mimicking your motion from before.
Oh.
Now you understood. That picture was sinful. You had always loved Hongjoongs tongue, especially his skills with it, but watching him digging it into the dessert to scoop some of it up before it vanished into his mouth altogether was straight up erotic.
He had some of it left on his bottom lip and he pushed his tongue out again to remove it.
āMh-hmmā, he hummed, āYouāre right, it is goodā.
He smirked at you, he knew what kind of effect he had on you. You already felt hot, your whole body heating up to the image that was now imprinted in your brain. But that was a game you could also play very well.
Sticking your tongue out, you swirled it around the ice cream and made some satisfied sounds. He watched you very attentively, eyes following you as you closed your lips around the ice cream to suck it off.
You heard him inhale pretty loudly, his breath shivering. But that wasnāt enough for you. With a playful grin, you shifted your body a bit toward him, tilting the melting ice cream so a drop would land on your skin, right below the collarbone.
āOopsā, you chuckled, āI made a messā.
Hongjoong struggled in his seat, spreading his legs a bit wider.
āOh, for fucks sakeā, he muttered under his breath.
You looked at him, your finger wiping over your cleavage to remove spread the melted dessert on your skin.
āSomething wrong, Joongie?ā, you asked in the most innocent voice you could muster.
āNo, everythingās fineā, he groaned, āBut- could you eat your ice cream a little less.. erotically?ā.
You licked your finger, furrowing your brows to look confused while you suckled on the tip, letting it pop out with a wet sound.
āI donāt know what youāre talking about, I eat it the same way you didā, you mused.
He laughed, letting his head fall back against the seat before his hand came up to rub his face.
āYeah, I wanted to tease you, youāre straight up riling me upā, he scoffed, no real anger behind that voice - maybe a bit of frustration.
āRiling you up?ā
Hongjoong groaned again.
āBaby, Iām so hard right now. You know exactly what youāre doing to meā, he pulled at his pants as if he was demonstrating how uncomfortable he was in them.
He was indeed very hard, you could see the outline of his cock clearly through his pants.
āHmm- you should do something about itā, you hummed, sticking your tongue out to play with your treat again.
It wasnāt much left, you dug your teeth into the cone to bite off some of the waffle. But that also seemed to make him fall apart. It was funny to you, endearing. You probably loved teasing him as much as he loved to do the same to you.
āMe? No, baby, youāre coming here nowā.
He adjusted the position of his seat, giving him more space between the wheel and his body. The way he looked at you could have you on your knees in seconds, demanding but soft - already so wrecked. But you had the feeling that you had him at your mercy now. And you liked that very much.
āCan I finish my ice cream?ā, you asked with a pout.
Hongjoong looked at you in utter disbelief for a second, already making grabby hands at you to motion you to climb onto his lap.
āYouāre kidding me, right?ā, he huffed, his voice getting a bit whiny - that was more to your liking, āPlease, baby, please. Donāt make me begā.
Your grin grew even wider at his words. Hongjoong was a very self conscious man, his aura and stage presence just a picture of how he carried himself and he pretty much was the same on a casual day. But for you - his princess - he would do anything. And that was very empowering.
āBut I love when you begā, you said, voice teasing.
He watched you continuing to eat your ice cream as if nothing was happening at the same time.
āBratā, he sighed, āPlease, baby. I need you, come onā.
āNeed me to do what?ā, you asked.
The groan Hongjoong made was both sinful and frustrated at the same time.
āRide me, dry hump me- do something- pleaseā.
You chuckled, stuffing the last part of the cone into your mouth before crawling over to him. He held his arms open, hands immediately wrapping around your waist as soon as you were settled on his lap and straddling him. He sighed, feeling your weight press down on his erection already seemed to relieve some ache.
Swallowing what you had in your mouth, you brought your fingers to your lips.
āTheyāre stickyā, you said.
āOhh, really? Little minxā, he cooed, looking up at you.
You nodded and he grabbed one of your hands, opening his mouth to stick a finger inside. His tongue pressed flatly against the underside of it before pulling it out again.
It made your pussy throb, walls clenching violently around nothing and you were pretty sure you were already wet.
āMy lips are sticky tooā, you whispered.
That line was so damn cheesy, but it still worked. Both of you laughed at it, yet he stretched his body, pulling you closer by your waist. You leaned down to meet him, lips crashing against his in a kiss that was messy from the start.
Hongjoongs kisses were always so addicting, you could taste the faint remnants of his iced coffee, mixed with your ice cream and his own very familiar taste. Your hands pulled his cap off completely when they got hold of his hair, neither of you seemed to care about the fact that they were still sticky anymore.
He moaned into your mouth when you gently pulled on the soft strands and squeezed you where he held you close, not planning on letting go any time soon.
You let his tongue lick against yours, tasting you, devouring you, he had you gasp in a matter of seconds.
āBaby-ā, his voice was choked out, sentence cut off because he couldnāt stay separated from you for too long, āMove, just a bit, yeah? Pleaseā.
His hands guided you, encouraging you to rock your hips back and forth to give him more friction. Moans and grunts filled the space of the car, muffled by each others lips. Since it was so hot and he was radiating even more warmth, your summer dress clinged nastily onto your body. You were sweating so much, but you wanted to be even closer.
āHongjoong-ā, you moaned.
āFuck- yes, baby?ā.
You gyrated your hips, the fabric of his pants rubbing against your clothed core over and over again. You were soaking your panties and his jeans.
A breathy whine escaped you - this wasnāt enough. You needed more and you would take it.
Your fingers were quick, you sat back a bit to have more space to unbuckle his belt.
āYou wanna do it here?ā, he asked breathlessly, having no intentions to stop you though.
āYou wanna wait until weāre at home? Driving through this traffic?ā, you retorted.
Unzipping his pants, you pulled out his cock and wasted no time in stroking him.
āFuck- yeah, no. Good pointā, he nodded, eyes half lidded and lips parted as he watched you.
Your fingers wrapped around his base, going up with a firm grip, back down again with a ghosting touch. Hongjoong moaned out, eyes closing for a second in pure bliss.
You smeared the precum all over him, grinning when he let his head fall back against the leather while he squirmed underneath you.
You got up on your knees, two pairs of hurried hands shoving your sundress up over your hips. You had been right, your panties were completely drenched - but you carelessly pulled them to the side either way so you could position him at your entrance.
He held onto you for dear life when you sank down on him.
āOhh- fuck, youāre so wetā, he gasped.
The stretch was intense, but you didnāt give yourself the time to get accustomed to it properly. He split you open in the most delicious way, even though it was stealing your breath away.
āSlow down, babyā, Hongjoong whimpered, his hands clasping your hips, āOh my godā.
āCant-ā, you choked out, āMore- need moreā.
You only let both of you have a break when he bottomed out, you were not moving. It was still unbearably hot, yet you allowed him to press his body closer to yours. His mouth latched onto your collarbone, tongue licking off the reminders of your spilled ice cream.
You whimpered and arched into him, pushing his head even closer to you.
āSo tight- but taking me so well, fuckā, his voice was so needy, it made you clench around him immediately.
It was filthy, messy, how he licked up your throat and sucked on your skin. He bit into the spot right below your ear, relishing in the way you melted in his hands.
āYou taste so sweet, baby, canāt get enough of you-ā, he muttered, pressing you down onto his cock as much as possible.
Hongjoong sucked your skin into his mouth, teeth grazing and nipping at it - apologizing kisses being littered onto the mark.
You moved, slowly at first, with tentative rolls of your hips. He met you halfway through, fucking into you from below with shallow and thrusts.
āItās so hotā, you groaned, there was sweat running down your temples and down to your jaw, but Hongjoong licked it off again.
āYeah, want me to take that off?ā.
His hands reached around you, searching for the zipper on the back of your dress and pulling it down torturously slowly.
You shoved it down your shoulders and let it pool around your hips, not a care about the stupid fabric anymore.
A sigh of relief came out of your mouth as soon as it was off. Your hands came up to cup his cheeks again, guiding his face to yours to kiss him again.
He bounced you on his dick, helped you to move on top of him. His cock was reaching so deep inside in this position, hitting your g-spot over and over again every time he slammed you back down.
Hongjoong bit your bottom lip, tongue licking over it soothingly afterwards.
āFuck- babyā, he hummed against your mouth, āYou feel so good- holy shitā.
You whimpered, it was still not enough.
āMore-ā, you managed to get out, leaning back until your back hit the steering wheel.
āYou wanna get fucked dumb on this cock?ā, Hongjoong grinned, āMaybe you already are, look at youā.
There was nothing to be seen of his needy and whiny self, confidence and primal hunger was lingering in his eyes as he watched you tremble on top of him.
āJoongie-ā, you moaned, āMore, please-ā.
He chuckled, hands roaming over your naked torso, cupping the underside of your bra.
āDonāt worry, baby. Iāve got you. Iāll give you moreā.
He lifted your dress a bit, thumb finding your clit to press down onto it. Your mouth fell open in a silent āoā, you werenāt able to control your body anymore. Your spine arched, one hand prepping yourself on the window right next to you.
His other hand went higher, gently wrapping around your throat to pull you back against his mouth. His kiss wasnāt as dizzying as it was before, it was soft. Just a few quick pecks of his lips in between breathless moans and high pitched whines.
A big contrast to the way he was roughly fucking you from below while you moved your hips very weakly on your own. Your legs were already trembling, hurting from the cramped space you were in and spasming by the shocks your pleasure granted you.
āGod, youāre squeezing me- you like that, huh?ā, he mused.
āYes-! Yes, feels so goodā, your free hand grabbed his neck, nails digging into his skin, āGonna- fuckā.
āGonna cum on my cock, baby? Go on, make a mess for me againā.
None of you had a second thought about fucking in the car, out in public. But with your moaned screams, his name on your tongue when you finally got to your release, he was quick to cover your mouth with his own - devouring every sound you would give him. He squeezed your throat, knowing it would make your orgasm more intense and longer while his thumb was still rubbing fast circles on your clit.
āYou let me fill you up? Please say yesā, he groaned, his voice shaking and telling you he was so close as well.
āYes! Anything you want- wanna feel it insideā, you choked out, body still seizing up, walls milking him.
āThank you, babyā, he muttered softly, affection laced with the growl bubbling up in his chest.
Hongjoong came a lot quieter than you did, forcing himself to stay quiet with his teeth buried into his lower lip. But still, it wasnāt any less intense. You felt his cock twitch inside you relentlessly as he spilled his cum as deep as possible, grinding into you.
āFuck-ā, he whimpered at the intense feeling overwhelming him.
Both of you were breathing heavily as you came down from your highs. You searched for his closeness, leaning forward to let yourself be pulled into a tight embrace. Hongjoong hummed contentedly, his face buried into the crook of your neck.
You combed through his messy and sweat stained hair, pushing them back.
āGod, we should get ice cream more oftenā, he whispered.
pairingļ¹¢jeong yunho x fem!reader
genreļ¹¢smut. ex-bf!yunho, age gap (reader is 24, yunho is 36), themes of obsessive tendencies and stalking, jealousy, emotional manipulation, slight yandere (if you squint), corruption kink, toxic relationship, dubcon undertones but it turns consensual, cunnilingus, choking, mean dom!yunho, implied size kink/difference [the big dick yunho agenda is real], hate + unprotected sex, missionary + mating press, praising + degradation, overstimulation, orgasm control, tummy bulge, creampie, pet names (doll, babydoll, dollface, angel, pretty girl, etc), minimal aftercare.
synopsisļ¹¢he was the only older guy you had ever dated, and you swore you would never do this to yourself again. two years of love, obsession, and control are gone, or at least, thatās what you thought. some people donāt let go or move on ā he never did. so why does he walk back into your life like nothing ever happened... this time, as your professor?
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these are the best eleven months of your life after ending the relationship with your now ex-boyfriend. next month you're even thinking of celebrating, because it will mark a whole year. your best friends will definitely treat it like a huge occasion, just like on that fateful day when you handed them the news on a silver platterā¦ they had never been so happy, throwing a small party just for the three of you.
YUNHO was the only older guy you had ever dated, and you swore you would never do this to yourself again. to sum it all up, the relationship turned toxic rather quickly. you almost lost all of your friends, even your two best friends, karina and yeji, who tried their very best to shove some sense into you, but you never listened, delusional enough to believe that you could change him. oh, how naive you were, thatās why you were so easy to manipulateā¦
apologies came in the form of very expensive gifts, things you had always wanted, or in gentle kisses and touches that slowly wandered and eventually led to the bedroom, where you ended up naked beneath his covers. you thought it was normal, since every relationship had arguments, but thatās not what this was about. it was about toxicity, extreme jealousy, possessiveness, maybe even obsession. the man was a literal freak.
karina practically did a full analysis of him, confirming what she had said the very first time you told her about the problems that occurred between you and him: "he's a psychopath." she had been direct, telling you it wasnāt okay and that you needed to break up with him. yeji agreed with her, always wanting the best for you, adding that "older men always want to date someone younger and it's not just because of looksā¦ please be careful."
you suffered once and learned your lesson. enjoying your vacation, cocktail in hand, while the sea breeze drifts past you, the sun hot against your skin as you lounge on the deckchair, slowly tanning. of course, sometimes you still think about the past; you canāt really stop that after spending two whole years with him. yet even though everything had been bad and suffocating, there had been a good side to him too: tall, handsome, funny and somehow rich. what more could you want?
the other thing you wanted was for your parents and close friends not to find out that you had been dating someone not two or three years older, or even a year younger, but a whole twelve years older. yes, you were twenty-one when you met him, a couple of months before your birthday, through mutual friends. one gathering led to another, and before you knew it, you were dating him, convinced you had finally found the one you were going to marry, the only man who truly knew how to be a man. alas, it turned out he was just another shark in the ocean, ready to strike at its defenseless prey.
it doesnāt matter anymore, since youāre single, genuinely happy, enjoying your summer, shining brighter than the sun itself, and everyone sees you like some kind of eternal sunshine. you finally returned to yourself, only smarter this time, no longer falling for tricks or manipulative tactics. life is good when you donāt have a man bitching in your ear about the outfit youāre about to wear or asking why you were talking to some guy for too long. the waiter, if you must specify, who was simply announcing the lunch menu.
āah, canāt believe we have to be back at university that soonā¦ā you said, sipping from your drink while idly chewing on the straw. karina was on your left, glued to her phone, while yeji sat on your right, carefully lining up small seashells along her thighs.
āand weāre graduating this year tooā¦ but someone decided to study at a different university, breaking our teenage dreams,ā karina said as she turned off her phone, glancing at you with a playful look while you rolled your eyes.
ānot my fault the one youāre in didnāt have what i wanted.ā you took another sip, and yeji giggled softly. ānone of us dropped out though, which is an achievement on its own.ā
yes, you didnāt study at the same place as them, but that didnāt stop you from hanging out, if anything, there was even more gossip to share. and so the conversations continued, all the way until you started getting ready for dinner, and then for a few more days after that, until eventually you had to go back to seoul and wish each other āgood luck for the new last year.ā
you really did need some luck, because you had just found out that your favorite professor had retired. you were going to miss the woman; you had been her favorite student, but all good things eventually come to an end. everyone was already sitting in the lecture room. you had heard that the new professor was someone young, but there hadnāt been time to check who exactly he was since they were still fixing schedules and systems. the only thing you knew was that tuesday at nine in the morning was your first lecture with the new professor in question.
āi think he probably used to play basketball or football, i saw him earlier and heās really tall,ā one of the boys said, and the others quickly agreed, while you remained focused on your phone, scrolling through reel after reel, meme after meme. then you overheard the girls whispering nearby, their voices a little more excited. ādid you see his hands? and him in generalā¦ heās so fineā¦ā
the problem with having a young professor is exactly that ā he was young, and from what everyone was saying, quite attractive too. the other problem appeared the moment everyone finally sat down when the door opened. a tall figure stepped into the room, his style was effortless in a way that made it impossible not to glance twice. a soft gray cardigan hung loosely over his shoulders, the thin knit falling open enough to reveal the clean white t-shirt beneath.
the muted colors helped him blend in, making him look more like a student than a teacher. slim black pants traced the long lines of his frame, the strap of a black crossbody bag thrown diagonally across his chest, and he wore simple sneakers. his black hair fell in soft layers that framed his face, the strands straight and smooth, cut just long enough to brush the tops of his eyebrows and skim the sides of his cheekbones.
you were sitting a little further back, your phone still in your hands. the room buzzed with chatter as people continued talking among themselves until the professor cleared his throat, the sound cutting clean through the noise as he prepared to introduce himself.
āhello everyone, iām jeong yunho and iāll be your new photography professor this year.ā
your eyes widened instantly, your head snapping up so fast it almost hurt. oh noā¦ houston, we have a problem. you blinked several times, half expecting your vision to clear and reveal someone else entirely. maybe it was just someone with the exact same name, appearance, and voice. unfortunately for you, it wasnāt. why is your ex-boyfriend the new professor? out of all the people in the capital, it had to be him who got the position.
you sat there frozen in complete shock, your mouth slightly open until your deskmate and close university friend, jeongin, gently pressed a finger under your chin to close it as he leaned to whisper, āi guess everyone, including you, just found their new crush, huh?ā
what, why, and how? was this some kind of twisted karma? because if it was, you definitely werenāt the one who deserved it. your heart started beating faster, anxiety and something close to fear crawling up. could you run away? maybe copy someone elseās notes, noā¦ you couldnāt. suddenly you wished you were studying metaphysics with karina, because that sounded far more pleasant than this.
āiād love to get to know all of you,ā he continued, smiling as he set his bag on the desk before leaning back against it, arms loosely crossed, while his gaze moved around the room. āso iāll share a few things about myself. and donāt worry, i wonāt make you do anything today. iāll just introduce the course and explain what i expect from you.ā
surprisingly hands immediately began rising with questions. meanwhile, you were still struggling to believe what you were seeing and hearing. he hadnāt changed at all, you had to admit it. he had only gotten more attractive. always taking care of himself and being unfairly pretty, making you remember how two years ago you thought about what your future children would look like... now you want to throw up. forcing yourself to keep your composure, glancing at jeongin and making a slightly grimaced face. yeah, a crush for sure, except you wanted to crush him into pieces.
āhow old are you, professor?ā someone from the middle rows asked, earning a few curious murmurs from the class, making yunho chuckle, āstraight to the personal questions already? alright then. iām thirty-six.ā
everyone was surprised by the answer, and all kinds of reactions rippled through.
ādonāt look so shocked,ā he added with a small grin. āi promise iām not that ancient.ā
āare you a full-time professor?ā another student asked.
ānot exactly,ā yunho replied, pushing his sleeves up slightly as he spoke, revealing his forearms, āiām a professional photographer first. i mainly work in editorial and commercial photography such as fashion shoots, campaigns, exhibitions, that sort of thing. teaching is something i enjoy doing on the side, especially with students who are serious about the craft.ā
ādoes that mean youāre going to give us easy grades?ā someone joked, making him raise an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting. āabsolutely not.ā
the class laughed again, a little nervous this time.
āi can be friendly,ā he added, shrugging lightly, ābut donāt mistake that for me being tolerant. photography is about discipline and perspective. if youāre here just to press a button and hope for the best, youāre going to struggle.ā
another hand went up. āsoā¦ we wonāt pass easily?ā
ācorrect,ā nodding his head once. āi expect effort, creativity, and consistency. if you work hard, youāll do amazing. if you donātā¦ā he paused briefly before smiling again, āyou wonāt pass this course by simply showing up and smiling at me. well, at least youāll get some nice pictures out of the experience.ā
more chuckles followed, but the message had landed. the atmosphere quickly became relaxed and comfortable as he answered questions with small jokes. the students were already warming up to him, clearly charmed by how easygoing he was. as you listened to him speak, watched the way he carried himself so seriously and correctly in front of everyone, you couldnāt help but wonder where exactly all that cheerful composure had been when he was with you?
āattendance is mandatory.ā and then his gaze settled directly on yours, a faint smirk pulling at his lips as he stared straight into your soul, the one he had almost taken from you a year ago. āof course, if you have to be absent, itās not a problem, as long as it doesnāt happen often. i know some of you will be at the mall with friends. also i donāt grade by email; everything you do will be shown and discussed in class.ā
the entire time he spoke, his eyes kept drifting back to you. when he paced slowly across the front of the room, even when he turned to answer someone elseās question, somehow his attention always circled back. for some reason, you held his gaze instead of looking away, and the longer you stared at him, the more that fear slowly faded until all that remained was pure hatred.
jeongin leaned slightly closer to you, lowering his voice into a teasing whisper. āwell there goes our plan of skipping class to eat kfcā¦ or getting more sleep,ā he murmured, nudging your arm lightly.
thank god your best friends studied at different universities, otherwise they would have dragged you straight to the administration office and forced you to drop out for real. and honestlyā¦ you were starting to think about it yourself. the worst part was that you couldnāt switch the class for anything else. great, truly amazing. you were trapped for an entire semester.
āthatās everything for today,ā yunho said after a while, clapping his hands together once as he was done answering questions and talking about cameras, āi wonāt keep you any longer. enjoy the rest of your morning.ā
chairs scraped across the floor as everyone began packing their things, the room filling with chatter again. you grabbed your purse quickly, already standing up before most people had even processed that the lecture was over. as you walked out with jeongin, you noticed a small crowd forming around the professorās desk. a couple of boys and girls had already gathered there, asking questions, laughing at something he said, clearly eager to stay a little longer.
you didnāt even glance his way. no goodbye, or a polite āhave a nice dayā, because he didnāt deserve to have one. you just kept walking toward the door, hoping that you would manage to graduate before the sudden temptation to drop out started looking a little too appealing.
āyour analysis lacks depth,ā yunho says, placing your paper on his desk, making you scoff, since this is the third time now that heās returned it for edits. lacks depth, he saysā¦ well, you did as well, asshole. if you had to edit one more thing, it honestly wouldnāt be that bad to buy a gun, and no, it definitely wouldnāt be pointed at your head.
every single tuesday he calls on you far too often in class. your assignments always come back covered in detailed comments, red ink everywhere like a declared war on your academics. you swear heās grading you harder than everyone else, which honestly seems unfair to the people who are actually doing nothing. apparently, youāre the only one being treated like a social experiment.
āand what exactly do i need to change again, professor?ā you ask, grinning through your teeth, burying every thought that would probably send you straight to jail under a perfectly fake smile. youāre this close from going insane, feeling that familiar anger rise again, the irritation that always appears when youāre forced to deal with someone you canāt stand.
for the last four weeks, your life has been hell, to say the least. during lectures heāll ask a question, several hands go up while yours remain fiddling with a ballpoint pen, and yet he always picks you. and the first time you didnāt know the answer, what followed was a casual, āit would be nice to learn things before the test, hm?ā which felt like complete humiliation, because beneath that joking tone there had been something that definitely wasnāt a joke.
once you and jeongin arrived ten minutes late, which honestly wasnāt even your fault. what were you supposed to do when your friend insisted on waiting for his coffee while there was already a long line that early in the morning? of course, a comment followed: āplease be on time next time.ā but when someone else walked in thirty minutes late during the same lecture, there were absolutely no remarks.
thatās exactly why you always come prepared with answers and make sure youāre always on time. you know his tricks far too well. no matter how charming his smile is, how sweetly he talks, how funny and relaxed he seemsā¦ itās just one of his many masks. karina really was right about him being some kind of psychopath.
everyone else, unfortunately, loves the new professor. they talk about his fun classes, how nice he is, and how cool it is that heās such a professional teaching them new techniques. some of your peers even linger after lectures just to chat with him. meanwhile, you sit there thinking that your older ex should seriously consider enrolling in acting instead of photography, because the performance heās putting on deserves ample shiny awards proudly displayed on a goddamn mantlepiece.
the whole thing has turned into some twisted cat-and-mouse game. he teases, pushes, and provokes. you glare, don't bite back, and refuse to give him the reaction he clearly wants. despite all of that, he always finds his sneaky ways toĀ make your life a little more miserable.
here and there, he calls you to his desk after class for absolutely no reason. āyou should consider approaching a different lens for your next project,ā like this couldnāt have easily been written in a single email. or heāll start explaining camera settings you already know perfectly well, dragging the conversation out while the rest of the class disappears into the hallway.
and god forbid you see him outside the classroom. the moment you notice him walking down the hallway, you immediately pull a perfect one-eighty and walk in the opposite direction because you hate this man so fucking much, you refuse to breathe the same air as him.
whatās more upsetting is that you canāt even tell anyone. because if karina and yeji ever found out that your toxic ex-boyfriend was now your professor, they wouldnāt hesitate for a second before throwing a chair at him.
what you donāt know, however, is that he requested this university job partly because of you. actually, not partly at all, he knew exactly what he was doing. even when you were still together, he knew where you studied and what major you were in, just like you knew about his photography work. of course, teaching also gave him the chance to try something different in his career. and what better opportunity than this? his unbelievably beautiful ex-girlfriend just so happened to be one of his students, completely unplanned.
and it doesnāt stop there, oh no, everything is just starting.
jeongin begins to notice a pattern, which honestly isnāt hard to miss when during class yunho asks another question. probably ten hands rise into the air, but he still chooses you. your friend leans closer to your ear and whispers, āyou must be his favorite~ā
you stare at the board like you want to burn it down, alongside mister pretty devil himself, who of course, happens to wear clothes that fit his figure perfectly, fuck him honestly. āif i was his favorite, do you think iād be studying camera obscura in this much detail?ā
not to mention the way he addresses you with that smooth voice, softly calling you, āmiss (name).ā the moment you hear it, itās game over. you have to respond with āyes, professor,ā or āyes, sir,ā like some twisted academic roleplay you never signed up for. it makes you want to vomit, bleach both your eyes and your trachea. you hate his guts so much. he has always liked being in control, and now he has it again, at least within the walls of this campus. outside of it, however, he has absolutely none.
when it comes to homework and assignments, everyone else receives short feedback, brief but explanatory enough to understand their mistakes, things like: āgood compositionā or, ānice lightingā and even, āif you try a black and white effect, it might work better.ā
your feedback, on the other hand, is practically a full essay. it could probably qualify as a documentary script because he covers everything, even the tiniest details. he has a ridiculously keen eye for things, which apparently also makes him a professional at being a complete jerk who picks on you for absolutely no reason.
āyour framingā¦ well, itās technically correct,ā he muses, tapping the printed photo with his finger exactly where he seems most dissatisfied, ābut technically correct isnāt the same as emotionally effective.ā
you want to throw your camera at him and shove the lens straight down his throat, as the class sits there admiring him. āwow, professor jeong gives such thoughtful feedback.ā
it also happens that heās constantly spammed with emails from students asking if their work is passable or what more theyĀ can do to improve their visuals, so eventually he announces loudly, āif anyone needs extra help, my office hours are wednesday and thursday afternoon.ā
later that same day, only you receive an email: āyour project concept has potential. come to discuss it.ā
you go, of course, because you care about the grade. knocking on the door to his office, and he lets you in, acting like the two of you are complete strangers. the entire conversation stays professional, purely academic, every word measured, but the tension makes your heartbeat faster. after ten painfully long minutes, you finally stand to leave, and just as your hand reaches the door, he says, that same smile on his face, ādonāt sabotage your own work out of stubbornness.ā
almost slamming the door behind you, but you need to have self-control and not let him know that you are slowly losing your cool.
it goes without saying that the girls in the course absolutely adore him. some of them simp for him, always giggling and gossiping. āthe way he looked at me todayā¦ he said he is single, so do you think i have a chance?ā or āheās literally the most handsome professor here, why isnāt my boyfriend like him?ā
you almost choke hearing that, because you know the other version of him. the one who used to kiss apologies into your neck after fights. the one whose hands knew every point of your body andwho knew you better than you knew yourself. fingers that always seemed to know exactly where to press, where toā¦ why are you even thinking about that?
during one of his lectures, yunho suddenly says something that makes your stomach twist.
āphotography is about obsession. you need to want the subject more than anything else. you have to focus on it completely if you want to capture the perfect shot.ā
you freeze, eyes widening slightly at his words, because you know exactly how obsessive he can be. yunho glances at you, that smug little smile appears again, and he continues the lecture as if nothing happened.
itās almost nightfall when the young professor arrived home. he dropped onto the couch, leaving his bag on the floor beside it, his head falling back against the cushions as he stretched his legs over the small wooden table and stretched his arms up above his head.
he exhaled once, then again, tapping his thigh with his fingers in the quiet that filled the apartment. the silence didnāt last long before a small laugh slipped past his lips. he closed his eyes, and of course, you appeared in his mind again. you were constantly there, living somewhere between his thoughts and his heart, occupying space you had no right to anymore.
werenāt you just adorable? each and every time you walked into class, you were dressed better than everyone else, always prepared and looking at him with that sneer that no one else seemed to notice. not even your deskmate, the one he sometimes caught himself glaring at out of pure irritation and jealousy, though he knew jeongin wasnāt any real threat.
you were his muse, his fallen angel, the pliable doll he had once controlled so carefully until two other puppets, your dear best friends, stepped in and cut the marionette strings, ruining the entire show. you had been so kind-hearted and obedient, so sweet and perfectly made for himā¦ but everything had ended so quickly.
yunho knew exactly how to push your buttons; it was too easy for him. he watched every little reaction, the glares you tried to hide behind forced politeness. he fed on it more than he probably should have. still obsessed with you and completely unable to let go, hiding it well enough behind the role of a professor.Ā
you were his one weakness, the sensitive gap between two ribs guarding the heart he had, the one thing that made the control he prided himself on slip through his fingers. he had never stopped loving you, at least not in his own twisted way. goddamnit, you looked like an absolute doll today. the dress, the way your hair fell over your shoulders, the gloss on your lips. were you going on a date with someone? with who? when? where? normally he would have known already. the thought made his jaw tighten slightly, tongue pushing the inside of his cheek. if it wasnāt for the university schedule taking up so much of his time lately, he would have kept better track of things. he hoped you werenāt going on a date with anyone.
reaching for his phone, unlocking it as he opened one of the many accounts he used. your instagram appeared on the screen, and even though your profile was private, that had never really stopped him. the pretty much convincing fake account had been accepted months ago and you had never questioned it. he doesnāt just have one fake account, there are several, each with a different purpose: one follows you, the second follows your friends, the third follows men who comment on your photos.
his thumb scrolled slowly through the posts, stopping at one in particular.
you standing by the ocean with goldensunlight catching your skin, wearing that stupidly beautiful dress that he bought. the same vacation he had surprised you with, and the irony was that he had been the one holding the camera when those pictures were taken, and then his scrolling stopped when he saw you had a story posted.
you sitting across from someone in a restaurant, a glass in your hand, smiling. the caption tagged someoneā¦ jaemin? the quiet apartment suddenly didnāt feel so quiet anymore. yunho stared at the screen a little longer than necessary, his fingers tightening slightly around the phone. he decided to do his research, and within minutes, he knew jaeminās major, his other social media, his schedule and which classes he attends.
āso you were going on dates now, huh?ā his hand ran slowly across his face before he leaned back against the couch again, letting out a low breath that almost sounded like a mocking laugh. he shouldnāt care, and whatās left of his sanity knew that, but something in his chest twisted like a scalding hot knife. the truth was simple, and it irritated him more than anything else.
his home still has traces of you. your favorite mug still in the kitchen, a sweater you forgot draped over a chair, the perfume bottle you left behind on the bathroom counter. he hasnāt moved them at all, so when passing them heāll sometimes pause, observing your belongings like theyāre priceless artifacts he forever wants to keep.
a drawer in his desk contains a perfectly organized stack of polaroids. shots he took of you while you were dating, containing multiple domestic situations of you laughing on the beach, asleep on his shoulder and drooling, you looking annoyed while he teased you endlessly, you wearing his hoodieā¦ thereās a lot, some even nudes taken during private moments when you trusted him. nothing is displayed openly, but preserved with a date written on the back, sometimes a short note, things like mine or xoxo.
as a photographer, he justifies it to himself as art. in his mind those photos were the purest versions of you, deleting them would feel like destroying masterpieces. the man doesnāt see anything wrong with it. they were taken with consent back then, and the memories belong to him, so he never questions keeping them.
though, admittedly, yunho still adds to the collection with printed screenshots from your instagram stories. blurry shots of you crossing campus, a candid photo of you mid-laughter taken from far away during a university event. he keeps a hidden folder on his computer, where inside are hundreds of photos and videos, not just from when you dated, but also recent ones.
sometimes he records his lectures for teaching review, as the university demands, and in private, heāll rewind parts where you speak. listening again, and again, and again, so he can get off with his dick in hand, trying to chase his high from being turned on by watching you argue with him in class. she still looks at me the same wayā¦ anger is better than indifference. your hatred is still attention, and attention for men like him is oxygen.
he studies those images and compares them to how you look in class now. noticing the differences in the way you dress, how you glare at him and refuse to look at him too longā¦ she pretends she doesnāt belong to me anymore.
also your old professor who retired? yunho knew her; she was a well-known photographer in seoul, a colleague of his whose exhibitions he had attended more than once over the years. during a gallery event, the two of them talked for a while, as she casually mentioned that she would be retiring soon and that the university needed someone to take her place. then she also mentioned that one of her best students would be graduating soon. the way she spoke about that student caught yunhoās attention immediately. the woman even pulled out her phone, scrolling through photos from one of the class exhibitions before zooming in on a familiar face ā yours.
the elder woman happily explained how talented you were, the potential you had and how you were easily one of her favorites.
that was when he applied to the university, under her recommendation.
yunho finally stood from the couch and walked toward his bedroom. he opened the drawer of his bedside table, reaching inside until his fingers brushed against a familiar photograph: a polaroid from two years ago.
you were laughing in it, leaning slightly toward a cake with him beside you on your 22nd birthday. the faint lipstick mark you had playfully pressed onto the corner of the photo was still there, and he ran his thumb slowly over it. he just stared at it, placing the polaroid carefully on the nightstand beside his phone and the nightlamp. when he finally lay down under the covers, the photograph remained within reach, the faint outline of your smile visible in the dim light.
he closed his eyes, hoping, as he drifted toward sleep, that maybe tonight you would appear in his dreams.
fridays are always a godsend, especially after sitting through a lecture with the devil the day before. anything feels better after that, especially when youāre out for lunch with jaemin. sunlight spilling through the windows, soft chatter around you, and for the first time in a while you feel at ease. he insisted on paying, of course, saying something about how you ādeserve to be spoiled properly,ā and honestlyā¦ you didnāt argue.
he knows what you like. not in a suffocating way that feels like heās memorized you without permission. but in a very gentle and attentive way.
āare you free tomorrow?ā he asks, stealing a bite of your cake like itās his.
āi wish,ā you sigh. āi have to attend a birthday party with my parents.ā
āmm,ā he hums, pretending to think, though the smile on his lips gives him away. āguess iāll have to reschedule my very important plan of kidnapping you for the evening.ā
you chuckle softly, taking another bite of the sweet treat. āyouāre not funny.ā
āiām hilarious,ā he corrects you, lifting his index finger. āyouāre just in denial.ā
rolling your eyes, but you canāt hide the smile that appears on your face. the thing you really liked about jaemin was how sweet-talking and funny he was, knowing what to say at any given moment. he has this mischievous side, but he was also very loving and attractive.Ā
āi was going to ask you to come over,ā he adds more quietly, almost shy beneath the teasing. ābutā¦ another time.ā
that makes you pause, because he doesnāt push or corner you. more so, never demands you to be with him and cancel any plans you have already made with someone else. itās like an option, not an expectation. thereās no hidden trap set ahead of time for you to fall into.
āmaybe next weekend?ā you echo, that playful tone came as you asked him, looking at him for a moment, and then down at the already finished cake. and thatās enough for him. his bright and boyish grin returns instantly, like he didnāt just make your heart skip.
āsee? progress. next thing you know, youāll admit you like me.ā
ādonāt get ahead of yourself,ā you warn, pointing your fork at him.
ātoo late, i already did.ā
ājaemināā
āwhat?ā he leans in slightly, eyes sparkling with that same mischievousness. āyou gonna hit me?ā
you narrow your eyes. āif you keep talking, maybe.ā
he gasps dramatically, pretending to be scared for his life, ānot the man-hater queen threatening violence again.ā
āi am not a man-hater!ā
āyou are when it comes to me.ā
āyouāre annoying.ā
āand who is paying the bill?ā
that shuts you up completely. instead of teasing you more, he just smiles, playfully winking at you, letting you have that moment.
after lunch, he insists on walking you to the mall so you can meet up with karina and yeji. itās not far, twenty minutes at most, but he acts like itās a whole event, a met gala of sorts, and you should be escorted like the princess you are. you walk side by side, hands brushing at first, then naturally finding each other, fingers lacing together. the weather is warm for the autumn season. leaves crunch when people pass by, cars hum in the distance, and for a while, you forget about yunho and about everything.
jaemin talks about random things like how he and jeno tried to summon ghosts as kids, jokes about what he saw online, and somehow, youāre laughing again without having to worry or trying to come up with excuses or reasons of how you can be so happy when something else gives you joy? he looks at you with adoration in his eyes and thatās what makes you feel safe.
when you reach the mall, he slows down, not letting go of your hand immediately. he lingers for a second, like he wants to say something else, then just smiles.
āhave fun, man-hater queen.ā
āthank you, cake thief.ā
he laughs, finally letting go but not before leaving a quick, soft kiss on your cheek. ātext me when you get home,ā he says, and you nod, a little stunned by this bold yet sweet gesture. he walks off with a smile, and your best friends are already waiting for you inside at the usual meeting spot.Ā
the moment karina spots you, sheās already sprinting, grabbing yeji by the wrist and dragging her along like sheās on a mission. itās been weeks since you last saw each other, university has been kicking all of your asses, and you didnāt realize how much you needed this until now.
ā(name), babe, how are you? you donāt know how much we missed you,ā karina squeals, letting go of yeji just to throw her arms around you in a near-death hug. you laugh, breath knocked out of you for a second before hugging her back.Ā
āi missed you, too,ā you manage, and then yeji is right there, pulling you into her own hug, softer but just as tight. āand you donāt know what i have to tell you.ā
ājaemin?ā they ask in unison, already cocking their brows up.
āhow did you know?ā
yeji nodded her head towards the glass storefront behind you. āwe can literally see you from outside.ā
āhe walked you here, didnāt he?ā karina snorts and you donāt even deny it. thatās enough to send both of them into giggles as they hook their arms through yours, dragging you further into the mall.
the next hour follows itās rhythm. gossip, teasing, overlapping conversations, with you telling them about jaemin and the date earlier, how attentive he is without being overbearing. sometimes you catch yourself thinking you donāt deserve someone like that. someone so patient and sweet, but karina shuts that down immediately, while yeji nods along, reminding you that the bare minimum just feels extraordinary after what youāve been through.
what you donāt tell themā¦ is everything else. you donāt mention yunho, not a single word leaves your mouth. it sits somewhere in the back of your mind, tucked away like it doesnāt even exist. they deserve to know, you know they do, but you donāt even know where to start, or how theyād react. andā¦ youāre not ready for that, to lose them, so you stay quiet. maybe sometimes silence is the solution.
you move from store to store, bags slowly piling up in your hands. makeup is a priority, youāre running low, and soon enough, youāre standing in front of rows of lipsticks, testing shades against your skin. just for a second in your peripheral vision, you catch a tall figure, standing a few meters away. you turn your head, and nothing. you blink, frowning slightly. thatāsā¦ weird. you couldāve sworn someone was there.
ā(name), come here, we found the new face masks,ā yeji pops up out of nowhere, grabbing your arm and pulling you along before you can think about it too much. ātheyāre not even that expensive like everyone says.ā
letting yourself be dragged away as the rest of the day passes in a blur of chatter and shopping bags. trying on clothes and spending money like you were the granddaughter of a very wealthy ceo. maybe in a past life you were rich, because right now, money seems to disappear the second it touches your hands.Ā
by the time you finally sit down for coffee, you take a slow sip of your ice-cold drink, letting the sweetness settle on your tongue as you listen to karina and yeji talk. your social battery was starting to fade, and you were also running out of things to gossip about, content on just listening instead of talking.
for a moment, everything is fine as it should be, until you get that feeling again, like someoneās watching. you glance up, eyes scanning the space around you, but everything looks normal. people talking, walking, laughing, nothing out of placeā¦. you shift slightly in your seat, fingers tightening around your cup. probably your brain is messing up with you after the tiring day you had.
the day started on like that ā him following, and you being completely unaware.
he saw you earlier and was there during the whole date. he doesnāt hate jaemin even if jealousy spikes, but he quickly calms himself down. the younger man is just a temporary placeholder, a distraction you picked up because you didnāt know what else to do with the space yunho left behind. his tongue presses briefly against the inside of his cheek, a habit surfacing whenever irritation starts to settle in. he already knows what to order; heās been here beforeā¦ with you. at this restaurant, same table across the room, known for its delicate pasta and overly sweet desserts you always claimed you wouldnāt finish.
itās wrong, not because youāre laughing and enjoying yourself, but because itās not with him.Ā
he watches the way jaemin leans in when he talks, how quickly he smiles, casually reaching for your plate, how comfortable he acts like heās already earned a place he doesnāt deserve. jaemin doesnāt notice the smaller things like the shift in your posture, the way your fingers tighten around your fork when youāre thinking too much, the way your eyes drift when your mind starts wandering. he sees whatās in front of him, nothing more.
yunho sees everything.
he doesnāt need to chase you. he never will. you come back on your own. anger, frustration, curiosity, it doesnāt matter what drives you, it always leads back to him. because no one else will ever know how to handle you the way he does. he doesnāt want a version of you thatās easy. he wants the one who pushes and bites back to keep the spark alive.
you think you hate him, he can see it in your eyes. hatred means you still care; you react because you are affected. indifference would be a problem. but youāre not indifferent, just confused, pretending not to see whatās already there. he missed you. not just your voice, your presence, or your body. he missed this, the way you draw him in without even trying, like a moth to a flame.
he could have walked up to you right now. say your name to strike up a conversation as your professor. what a coincidence, right? you and he in the same place, at the same time, ordering the same food. your expression would drastically change; he knows exactly what it would look like. heās imagined it enough times, but he doesnāt move.
he doesnāt rush things anymore, learning that the hard way. you need to feel like you have space and the freedom to choose. so he waits, and thatās fine, yunho understands. after all, youāre already hisā¦ you just havenāt admitted it to yourself yet.
it was getting late, and when you finally said goodbye to your friends, heās already on the move. you donāt seem to notice how he chooses the same subway train, standing where the reflection in the window does the work for him, watching you through the blur of the passing lights and shadows.
youāre on your phone for a while, and by the movement of your fingers, you are scrolling through instagram or tiktok. then you are staring ahead, you always get like this when your energy runs out. he knows the exact moment your thoughts start drifting and when exhaustion takes over.
someone dares to look at you for too long. yunho burns holes with bloodshot eyes as the stranger looks away. the train slows at your stop, and you step out. he follows by matching your speed, always out of sight. footsteps always a few seconds behind, stops when you stop. heās walked this path more times than youād ever guess. yunhoās gaze moves over everything on the street: the corners, people walking and the cars passing by, the distance between you and anything that could get too close.
you reach your building and pause for a second, opening your purse for your keys. heās already stopped, waiting for you to step inside. the door closes behind you, as he stays where he is. his eyes lift, scanning the building, counting without thinking how long it would take to reach your floorā¦ it should be one minute and twenty-three seconds.
he waits a little longer, enough to see the second light flicker in your bedroom. itās the same every night with him walking you back home. what if you hadnāt come back alone? what if some creep had followed you? that wouldnāt have ended well, not for them.
his shoulders finally relax as he turns away. to anyone else, that would be the end of it. just a random man on the streetā¦ even if his home is in the opposite direction, thirty-five minutes away. hands sliding into his pockets, the quiet jingle of metal breaks the silence with each step. a small cluster of keys, shifting against each other, and one tucked among them does not belong to him. his thumb brushes over it absentmindedly; it has always been there.
yunho still has a key to your place. sometimes he visits when youāre not there, and he always knows when that is. why does he do it? even the divine beings donāt seem interested in answering that, and they donāt want to interfere either. what is he doing in your apartment? nothing, he goes there when he wants to rest. he doesnāt move things around or leave signs. he just sits on your couch and enjoys the atmosphere you created.
your bedroom door stays open, so he doesnāt need to enter to know if anything has changed. heās like a ghost, maybe a poltergeist, one that doesn't haunt by moving objects but stealing them instead.Ā
he opens drawers sometimes. the most familiar one is always the same ā the drawer with your underwear. never takes anything new or expensive, always the ones at the bottom. old pairs, the pieces you donāt think about anymore, and you wouldnāt even notice are missing.
itās proximity, a way for him to be close to you, or for you to be close to him.Ā
in the living room, thereās a plush toy you never threw away. he gave it to you when you celebrated your six-month anniversary. it still sits in its place, untouched and harmless-looking. except it isnāt. inside it, carefully hidden where no one would think to look, is a small camera. he watches from time to time, when he needs to. nothing invasive, just enough for him to see you when youāre home.
someone has to make sure you get home safe, even if you donāt know it, and if it has to be him, then so be it.Ā
your father had a lot of friends, and it just so happened that your family was invited to mr. kimās 50th birthday, an anniversary celebrated in a rather grand and luxurious way. honestly, it felt more like a wedding than a birthdayā¦ but either way, it was still an occasion for drinking. people of notoriety greeted each other left and right, laughter and chatter filling the air, until the man of the hour finally made his entrance, the one who had every right to celebrate until the very last drop and bite were gone.
āif this isnāt my one and only goddaughter?ā it should probably be mentioned that this kind and ridiculously rich man was your godfather. no blood relation, but he had always been like an uncle to you. the affluent oneĀ who spoiled you endlessly as a child, giving you everything you wanted, because clearly your parents failed to treat you like the princess you deserved to be.
āhappy birthday, uncle minseok!ā you said, stepping forward to hug him, genuinely happy to see him. the gifts were still left by the entrance, but you always had your own little privileges. āthis is for you, i hope you like itā¦ even if you are getting old.ā
inside the small wrapped bag was a simple package of marshmallows, as your mother immediately noticed, lightly tapping your shoulder. ā(name), this is inappropriate.ā
ācalm down,ā minseok laughed warmly, taking the bag from your hands without a second thought. āshe knows exactly what to give someone.ā he glanced at you with a grin, because this candy has become very significant during the years, something small but from the heart. āthank you, my dear. youāll get the second piece of cake.ā
the evening continued with drinks being passed around, conversations flowing about business, and whatever gossip caught your ear. at some point, your godfather rested a hand on your shoulder, ācome, thereās someone i want you to meet,ā he said casually, guiding you through the crowd. āa very dear friend of mine, and an excellent photographer. you might learn a thing or two.ā
you didnāt think much of it at first, nodding as you followed along, heels clicking softly against the polished floor, your drink still in hand. this would be just another introduction for you to smile at a stranger. this would hopefully be someone you could form a connection with to help you in the future when you do decide to pursue a career, but just like that, everything in your body turned upside down. your entire world tilted and your pulse quickened, because of course it had to be him.
dressed like absolute sin in a suit that made it painfully obvious he knew exactly what he was doing. professional and put togetherā¦ but unlike on campus, where he toned it down by being casual and relatable to young people your age, here amongst people closer to his age and high calibre, he wasnāt holding back. the clothes fit him perfectly, outlining his frame in a way that makes you force yourself not to react ā masking your expression into something neutral that doesn't scream what the hell are you doing here.
āyunho,ā minseok called out, catching his attention. āah, perfect timing, indeed. i want you to meet someone.ā
yunho turned, and for a split second, his eyes met yours. there it was, that familiar recognition, gone just as quickly as it appeared. his own expression of shock smoothed out instantly, slipping into that same composed mask you had grown to despise.
āthis is my goddaughter, (name),ā minseok continued proudly, squeezing your shoulders by the exposed skin your dress created. āsheās studying photography as well.ā
you swallowed and played along, like you were meeting him for the very first time. as if you didnāt know the way his hands felt, or how his voice sounded when it wasnāt calm and controlled, the way he used to look at you when no one else was aroundā¦ as if you hadnāt let him take your virginity.Ā
āitās a pleasure to meet you,ā you said, offering your hand with a polite smile that stung like acid to hold. his gaze lingered for just a moment too long before he took it. warm and bigger than yours, soft too, just like it always has been, perfectly made to fit.
āthe pleasure is all mine, miss (name),ā yunho replied, smiling at you, and god, you hate how natural he makes it sound, like youāre nothing more than a stranger heās just been introduced to. but of course, he doesnāt stop there. the pad of his thumb brushes lightly against your knuckles before he lets go.
it wasnāt awkward, more likeā¦ unsettling in a way that made your skin itch. it wasnāt just that you saw him every week at the university, no, now he was here too, at an event where you were supposed to have fun, not stand there thinking of at least five different ways to get away with his murder. your godfather, completely unaware of the tension, patted your shoulder before turning to yunho. āiāll leave her in your care, and (name), you might want to take some photos now that itās still not too crowded. have fun, kiddos.ā
and just like that, minseok walked away, leaving you alone with the man you hated the most.
your blood started boiling like molten lava almost instantly. the fake smile dropped the second his back disappeared into the crowd, your nails digging into your palms as you inhaled slowly through your nose and you stared at yunho with pure and undisguised hatred.
"you know it's not very polite to stare." he was fixing something on the camera, or looking at photos, you didn't know, but you knew one thing, and that was that you hated him. āso, how is your project going? did you fix what i told you to?āĀ
you stiffen for a split second, your smile tightening as you look at him, because of course he would say that here, of all places, since he just couldnāt resist torturing outside campus.
āi wasnāt aware this was a consultation,ā you reply sweetly, but your tone carries that hostile warning of a bark that tells him you are about to bite like an angry dog.
āold habits,ā he hummed softly, deleting a few blurred pictures.
āyeah?ā you shot back, one eyebrow rising, āthen maybe you should work on dropping a few of them.ā
āthat explains a lot.ā the way he calmly answers makes you want to punch him.
āexplains what exactly? you enjoying your little performance? youāre very convincing, iāll give you that.ā
āi donāt know what you mean,ā he says lightly, though the way he looks at you says the exact opposite. liar. something about the way youāre talking back instead of ignoring him, clearly tells him one thing ā you havenāt moved on completely.
āyou still get worked up so easily,ā murmuring almost to himself, but loud enough for you to hear.
āyou still talk too much,ā you snapped, and he took a step closer, enough to close some of the distance, his presence more noticeable and intimidating, and you sometimes forget how tall he actually is.
a small smile tugged at his lips because, truth be told, he was enjoying this far too much. his eyes were scanning your face, studying every reaction of the grimace you tried so hard to hide. you scoffed, crossing your arms, tapping your freshly done nails against your skin, irritation written all over, and for a moment neither of you spoke. the noise of the party faded into the background as the tension stretched like silk almost pulled to the point of tearing between you.
then yunho exhaled softly, removing the camera strap from his head, he closed the lens cap and put it back in the small bag, leaving it on the desk he evidently used for work here.
āwhat about we take a walk?ā yunho suddenly suggests, tone light, sounding harmless and innocent. ātalk a few things out. it seems like you have a lot to say.ā
you should have said no. you shouldāve walked straight back to your parents while ignoring him like youāve been fighting tooth and nail to do, but somehowā¦ you didnāt. maybe it was the tone of his voice, coaxing you with the way he said it like a suggestion, not a command, even though it somehow felt like one. or maybe it was just him, knowing exactly what to say, with just the right intonation for invitation.
āfine,ā you muttered, big mistake.
he guided you through the venue, away from the main crowd and toward a quieter part of the hotel where the noise began to dullĀ and the lights softened because fewer people meant fewer distractions. now itās just you and him, the way heās been craving and aching for.
then he stopped.
reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes. you frowned slightly as he pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips before lighting it and exhaling slowly, white smoke curling between the two of you before dissipating into the air.Ā
āyouāre smoking again?āĀ
āyouāre staring again.ā
āiām judging,ā you correct. āi thought you quit.ā
āi did,ā he agrees, āfor you.ā
then he takes another drag, eyes never leaving yours, but you know you were the main reason, if not the only one, for him to quit. you hated the smell and the taste that transferred once you shared a kiss. or two. or dozenā¦ neither of you ever bothered to count.
āstress does things, work, lifeā¦ you find ways to relieve the tension,ā he continues after a moment, carefully choosing every word to get a reaction out of you. he shares just enough, mentioning that the workload and the pressure made him go back to this bad habit, skimming over the real reason without ever actually saying it ā the break up. of course, he wouldnāt admit that to you. he never gives you the full truth, only carefully selected pieces.Ā
and as he speaks, you find yourself checking him out. you feel steel heavy shame that you are, but you canāt help it. he looksā¦ good. no, thatās an understatement. dressed like he stepped out of some magazine, a black coat draped over his broad shoulders, a clean white button-up tucked neatly under a fitted black vest, finished off with a loosely worn black satin tie. as much as you want to deny it, to lie to yourself, roll your eyesā¦ you canāt. when it comes to jeong yunho, all bets are off, because heās so fucking hot.
yunho stubs out the cigarette, pressing it into the ashtray beside him. youāre both sitting on the edge of a small staircase, tucked away from most of the guests, the noise of the party distant like background static.
then, without much thought, he shrugs off his coat and throws it over his shoulder. the movement is simple, but it draws your attention to his rolled sleeves, exposing his slim but defined forearms, his veins faintly visible under the skin. his cords of muscle hold subtle tension that make it really goddamn difficult not to look. it gives him this quiet intensity, composed on the surface but never fully restrained underneath. a wildfire raging beneath a perfectly composed surface.
you really try to look away, only to realize something else, that you didnāt bring a jacket. youāre wearing a short black dress, feminine shoulders bare, the evening air cooler than you expected. it hadnāt mattered before since you wonāt stay outside the venue all night, and yet before you can even think about it properly, warmth settles around you.Ā
snapping out of your thoughts, your gaze shifts downward to see his coat now draped around your shoulders. when you look up, yunho is already adjusting his sleeves again, completely unfazed, like the gesture means nothing at all.Ā
āso,ā he says casually, sitting down beside you on the staircase, spreading his legs slightly as he leans back on one hand, the other idly flipping his metal lighter open and closed, āgraduating soon, right? any plans career-wise?ā
it catches you off guard. you almost scoff, because wasnāt he the one who suggested this, the one who said you had a lot to say. the truth is, you donāt, at least not to him. now heās the one guiding the conversation somewhereā¦ normal. like so normal that youāre not sitting next to your ex, who is actively messing with your head.
āiām planning to try abroad.ā
āwhere?ā
āiām not going to tell you,ā you glance at him, narrowing your eyes slightly. ādonāt want you suddenly becoming my coworker.ā
that earns a chuckle from him. āyou really think iād follow you that far?ā
you donāt answer, because youāre not entirely sure he wouldnāt. he makes it very clear that he is not talking about your career. the silence settles again, but it doesnāt feel empty. it feels intentional, as if heās waiting for the exact right moment to put the puzzle piece into place.
you shift slightly on the step, exhaling through your nose, trying to ignore how aware you are of him sitting so close beside you. the party noise is distant now, blurred into nothing. now itās just the two of you, tucked away in a space that suddenly feels too smallā¦ then he speaks again.
āare you seeing someone right now?ā
your eyes flick to him immediately, but you donāt give him the satisfaction of a proper answer. ānone of your business.ā
no reaction at first, just the soft click of his lighter opening again. the small flame appears, disappears, and flickers back to life as he plays with it absentmindedly. itās almost hypnotic, the rhythm of it: small flame, bigger flame, gone again. heās buying time, or making you sit in discomfort a little longer than necessary. you stare at it longer than you should, trying to steady yourself. itās stupid, but it gives your eyes somewhere else to go and your mind something else to focus on.
he exhales quietly, then the lighter closes with a soft snap, and he looks at you.
ājaemin, right?ā he says like heās commenting on the weather. āhe seems like a nice guy, but doesnāt seem like your type.ā
everything in you stops, freezes like youāve just touched a block of ice. your entire body goes still for half a second too long andyour expression betrays you before you can even think to control it. itās shock at first, then disbelief, because you never told him a name, or anything of the sort. never even showed signs of you being involved with someone else.
your mind starts racing immediately ā how does he know that? how long has he known? what else does he know?
only a few people know youāve been seeing jaemin, and yes, you do post stories with him just like you do with the other people you trust, people who wouldnātā¦ your fingers tighten unconsciously around the fabric of his coat still resting on your shoulders.
āhow do you know that?ā your voice comes out lower than you intended. yunho tilts his head slightly, observing a reaction he already predicted, since just confirmed something he was quietly testing. a faint smirk pulls at his lips, he shrugs, leaning back on one hand as his gaze stays fixed on you.
āyouāre the campus's new hotshot couple,ā lies, obvious lies. you know it, he knows it, but the confidence in his voice makes it sound real. rumors, gossip, students talking, maybe someone exaggerating something they saw, but nothing that should have him perfectly informed with a name.
you donāt even realize your grip has tightened until the fabric of his coat shifts slightly under your fingers.
ārelax, iām not interfering.ā but his tone says otherwise, āyou can date whoever you want.ā
you can't because you are mine.
yunho doesnāt move away while talking; he closes the distance slowly instead, testing exactly how far youāll let him go before you stop him. knee brushing yours, nudging you teasingly, he doesnāt break eye contact, and doesnāt give you space to believe or question anything. because the way he says it doesnāt sound like permission, it sounds like ownership heās pretending not to enforce.
āyou lost the right to care about who i see a long time ago.āĀ
oh?Ā
amused by how youāre trying so hard to stand your ground, trembling just beneath the surface. itās beautiful like that, so unfiltered and honest. arenāt you the prettiest little angel when youāre angry? when youāre fighting him, resisting him, convincing yourself youāve moved on. itās almost impressive, and adorable. your will is always too big for your own good, too loud to stay buried, always insisting things should go your way, even when reality bends differently once he is in the picture.
heās memorizing it all over again with the way your breath changes when he gets too close, the way you refuse to look away even when it would be easier. your eyes are the most dangerous part of you, he decides. theyāre full of everything at once ā malice, frustration, sadness you pretend isnāt there, excitement you refuse to acknowledge. a fire that burns brighter than the weak flicker of the lighter between his fingers earlier. a fire that could bring him to his knees if he let it.
but he wonāt, he knows how to protect himself.
he knows you better than anyone else ever has. better than those two annoying best friends of yours, than jeongin, better than jaemin, even your parents. better than the version of yourself you try to present to the world.Ā
yunho doesnāt need to chase because he knows your anger will bring you to him. he doesnāt need to beg, either. not when pulling the right strings of your nervous system is far more satisfying, watching you unravel and logic slipping away piece by piece until all thatās left is emotion, exactly how he wants you. he doesnāt need you rational, he needs you emotional. to destabilize you until youāre reacting instead of analyzing, feeling instead of understanding, until youāre his again in everything but name.
your thoughts slow, your focus breaks, you start reacting instead of thinkingā¦ just like he planned.
itās sudden when it happens, you grab his collar, and before he can even fully process it, you pull him in and kiss him. not what people would call romantic, itās out of pure spite and the need to shut him up. itās messy, all teeth and frustration and months of things left unsaid. itās the words i hate you pressed into his mouth like a punishment.Ā
yunho doesnāt take control immediately. he lets you bite his lip and put all that frustration finally into something tangible, lets you pretend this is just about physically shutting him up. yunho lets you have your moment of control, an illusion of victory, because he can feel youāre not over himā¦ should the fact that he isnāt over you either be good or bad news?
only then does he finally respond, when your breath catches in that familiar way, something in him snaps as he kisses you back. the taste is noticeably bitter, ashy, and slightly stale. a trace of smoke still clings to him, dry against your tongue with that faint chemical edge, following the chemical romance between you that has no clear answer or reaction to this day, only that it is intense.
his lips part slightly against yours, the movement slow, testing. he deepens the kiss, blurring the line between hesitation and intent, one hand sliding up to your neck, fingers resting there, guiding rather than forcing. he pulls you closer, and the way your breath stutters in the gorgeous column of your throat, the way your body reacts to his body without thinking, tells him everything he needs to know.
then, just as suddenly, he stops. not pulling away completely, neither of you really wants to break it, but heās the one who finally pulls back first. youāre left staring at each other, chests inviting air in and out in hurried paces to catch your breaths.
āyou look at me like you hate meā¦ā and doesnāt seem like you want to stop, though. ābut you always looked at me like that.ā
thereās something in his expression, satisfaction, like your reaction alone is enough. your breathing is uneven, lips slightly parted, and you hate how aware you are of him again: how close he is and how familiar it feels. your lipstick is slightly smudged, some of it transferred onto him, and the sight alone makes something twist in your stomach.
because you want more, but you donāt want to want him.
this is wrong on so many levels, kissing your ex out of nowhere, yet your body remembers him far too well, as it responds far too much. itās frustrating, confusing, and addicting in a way you wish it wasnāt. what are you even supposed to do now?
āthis isnāt a good placeā¦ā he says after a moment, glancing briefly toward the direction of the party before looking back at you. āā¦unless you want an audience.ā
and suddenly it feels like the decision is yours, except it isnāt. because the way he looks at you says he already knows what youāll choose.
by the time you are fully recovered his hand is already around yours, fingers lacing, as his grip doesnāt loosen, not once, he already knows you wonāt pull away. he starts walking and youāre just following along without questioning it.
away from the crowd, into the quieter parts of the hotel, the lobby is nearly empty, the noise fading behind you as he moves straight for the elevators. he presses the button, and as if perfectly timed, the doors slide open to an empty cabin.
you step inside, and the moment the doors close behind you, the space feels smaller and tighter. mirrors line the walls, reflecting everything from every angle. no matter where you look, itās him first and only then, you.
yunho and mirrors are a dangerous combination, because he doesnāt just want to feel you, he wants to watch you feel him and memorise the way you submit to his touch each and every time he manages to catch you. standing behind you, his taller frame hovering close, his chest warm against your back even if he doesnāt fully press himself in. still, if you lean back even slightly, he knows he has you.
his lips brush your shoulder, not quite a kiss, more like a promise of one. he makes you aware of everything ā your breathing, the expression on your pretty face, how close you really are to him. one hand slides low, brushing your thigh right where the hem of your dress ends, while the other rises to your face. his soft fingers tilt your chin upward. he doesnāt need to do much to make you go insane; his voice does most of the work, not his body.
āall that attitude, and look at you now,ā murmuring right next to your ear. the hand resting on your thigh doesnāt move further, and somehow you react more to what almost happens than to what actually does. as if hypnotized, trying to hold onto some sense of control, but itās slipping fast, because your eyes betray you again. āis that really how someone looks when they want me gone?ā
he doesnāt think of himself as a freak about it. he just likes watching, prefers you vulnerable like this. his eyes never leave your reflection, taking in the way your lips part, your lashes flutter, the way you try to close your eyes against how overwhelming it feels.
ādonāt close your eyes, doll.ā his voice is low, slightly rougher, his fingers tightening just a little on your jaw. you forgot how much you loved being called that, and how much it didn't help your attempts at resistance. āi want you to see what iām doing to you.ā
the hand on your leg slips beneath your dress until it finds the soft fabric of your panties, and youāre already so wet. his fingers press against you through the material, enough to make your breath hitch while moving in a slow and controlled rhythm as you squirm in result. your back arches finally pressing into him, and he exhales softly against your ear, completely obsessed with the sight of you falling apart in front of him.
āy-yunāā his name halfway leaves your lips in a soft whine, breaking into something breathier when he moves just right. he loves the way you say his name like it belongs in your mouth, and believe it or not, itās already tattooed on your skin with invisible ink.
ākeep looking.ā his thumb brushes over your bottom lip, guiding your attention back to the mirror. your thighs tremble, and your hands clutch at his forearm. the way your body reacts instantly, the way he has literal heart eyes when you make that sound again, his dick pulsating at the sight as he leans down slightly, lips grazing the shell of your ear. āsee how pretty you look like this?ā
you move without thinking, pressing back against him, your legs drawing closer together as if it might help, when his name slips from your lips again, your eyes glossy, barely staying open like he told you to, he smiles faintly against your skin.Ā
āgood girl.ā but being good doesnāt mean you get everything. if anything, it means the opposite, because heās making you want it first. you feel it before you can think about it. he could push you further, make you admit things, but he knows you wonāt, not yet.
a soft ding breaks through the moment. his gaze flicks up toward the numbers, 10th floor.Ā
the doors are about to open, the risk of someone being there and catching youā¦ and just like that, he stops. he withdraws, leaving you aching, breath uneven, your body still caught in the aftermath of something unfinished. the doors slide open, and thankfully, no oneās there. the hallway is empty; most guests are still downstairs celebrating, others are already asleep. not that he would care muchā¦ or maybe he would. yunho has never liked sharing or the idea of anyone else seeing what he considers his.
he reaches toward you again, and for a second you thinkā¦ but no. his hand slips into the coat youāre still wearing, pulling out the key card from the inner pocket.
ācome on, angelā¦ we donāt have all night.ā all night. you donāt even know what time it is. your purse is still downstairs, abandoned at the table with your parents, your phone out of reach, āneed help walking?āĀ
he asks, and that more than anything, pulls you back to reality. because when you glance at the mirror again, you finally see yourself properly. flushed and out of breath. your dress is slightly ridden up, your lips parted, your entire body still buzzing with heat that hasnāt gone anywhere. fuck. youāre left standing there, completely worked up, and heās the only one who can do anything about it.
you know this is wrong, but your body isnāt listening. the empty hallway was your chance to leave, yet your feet never moved. you should have walked away, right then and thereā¦ so why didnāt you? zoning out and staring into the void of nothingness, thinking how no one can even compare and you hate that itās still him who makes you lose your sanity. with yunho, it was never just attraction and maybe thatās the problem. you hate him. you hate this. you hate that you donāt hate it enough.
telling yourself you still have a choice, only that you donāt. because somehow, without realizing it, youāre already following him to his room. the door closes behind you with a quiet click that feels louder than it should, and suddenly you donāt move.
you donāt sit. you just stand there, near the edge of the bed, fingers fidgeting with the ends of the sleeves, pulling the fabric over your hands as if it might calm you somehow. your breathing still hasnāt settled, your body is still carrying everything from moments ago.
he moves further into the room as if you being here is expected and inevitable. his hand reaches up to his collar, his eyes donāt leave you, though, not once. fingers hooking under the knot of his tie, loosening it slowly, sliding it from around his neck, the fabric slipping through his fingers before he lets it hang loosely in his hand. he stands there too, looking at your posture, and the way you havenāt dared to sit or do anything at all.
his lips twitch slightly when your fingers pause for half a second, then continue. you donāt dare to talk, you donāt trust your voice right now. he takes a step closer, then another, slowly closing the space between you until it feels suffocating again, and youāre aware of him in the same way you were in the elevator.
ātake a seat,ā he says softly, āyou donāt have to stand there like that,ā and you obey.Ā
you sit right at the edge of the bed, back straight, still clutching the sleeves, as yunho watches you for a moment longer. then, without breaking eye contact, he lowers himself not onto the bed, but down, kneeling in front of you.
it shouldnāt feel the way it does, as if he were praying to his goddess for a blessing of a lifetime. it should be unsettling, he chose this position for a reason; he wants to be right here, close enough to see every reaction you try to hide. his hands rest lightly against your legs at first, thumbs caressing the flesh as you tense, but donāt pull away.Ā
ādo you knowā¦ā fingers sliding slightly higher, tracing and craving, then thereās a pause. āhow hard it was not to think about you?ā not crossing any line too fast, he continued, eyes fixed on your face, āto see you every week, and pretend we are just strangers?ā
his razor sharp gaze softens for what you can barely count a millisecond, before it shifts back to its sinister depths, something that looks a little too close to obsession.
āshould i? or are you going to pretend you donāt want this?ā
beneath the dress, fingers slipping under the fabric as he hooks into your waistband and starts to pull it down. you are leaning in just slightly, giving him the access heās already taken. thatās all the permission he needs. the delicate lace follows, sliding down until it pools at your feet, as you gently kick them fully aside with the help of your heels.
"last chance to leave, angel... say or do something if you want me to stop.ā
holding himself back, and itās taking more effort than he wants to admit. his gaze drags over you, taking in every detail like heās been starved of it.
you look the same. no, you like you never left him at all.
his jaw tightens faintly because god, he missed you. no matter how much time passed or how many distractions he surrounded himself with, nothing and no one helped. they didnāt look right or feel right, they simply werenāt you.
you changed, of course you did. your hair, your style, the perfume, even the way you carry yourself now, like youāve grown into something that bites back.
but he sees through it: you are just a little sheep wearing the wolfās head.
and he is the wolf wearing a sheepās clothing.
something restless stirring beneath his skin, the way it creeps in, settles deep, refuses to leave. heās been stuck on a feeling, just can't stop, once ain't enough.
his thumb presses just a little firmer, grounding himself, because he might actually lose that thin thread of control heās still pretending to have.
āi hate you.ā you say but your legs part for him. his head tilts at that, tongue pressing into his cheek, amused, your defiance only entertains him more. donāt mind him then, as he eases you back, gaze heavy on you, his hands slide firmly to your thighs, guiding you then lifting your legs to settle over his shoulders.Ā
he looks at you like heās about to show you what heaven feels like when its most precious and divine being finally falls from grace.
yunho loves teasing you with his words almost as much as he loves tasting you. his tongue dives in, relentless at first, exploring every twitching nerve that seems to remember him all to well, then deeper, faster and harder. he pushes in and out like heās trying to swallow you whole, sliding in and out with perfect rhythm.
ābabydoll, youāre so sweet,ā he groans, licking and sucking, eyes rolling back when he finally tastes you. you're addicting. he laps up your juices, swirling his tongue on your clit. ādid you save all this for me?ā
his hands grip your thighs, holding you open, pressing you closer as he devours you like a meal he canāt get enough of. every moan, quiet or loud, drives him further to the sinful gates of temptation. he buries his face in you, lips and tongue hungry, mouth wet, making sure every inch of you is tasted.
ālook at you, trembling for meā¦ā he whispers, nibbling at your inner thigh between laps of your cunt. heās relentless with the words, praising every tiny quiver, āthatās it, youāre such a good girl, letting me do this.ā
god, your pussyās perfect. canāt believe this is all his to play with after a whole year of craving you. the way he grins while teasing you, making you feel like youāre both the most desirable and most obedient thing in the world.Ā
āyou like it when i talk to you like this, hm? gonna make you scream my name before i even touch you properly,ā he teases, tongue pushing deeper, fingers brushing where you couldn't even reach. every compliment and filthy line makes your body shake more, your pussy grip tighter around nothing, dripping just from his mouth and words.
he mixes praise and filth, so youāre caught between feeling worshiped and utterly used. the combination makes you desperate and completely under his control. by the time he lifts his head, cheeks wet, lips shiny with your slick, because he knows exactly what heās done to you ā and he isnāt done yet.
āmmhā¦ yunhoāā your back arches, hips rising to meet him despite yourself. youāre dripping, trembling, completely lost to the sloppy sounds of his tongue. he groans, deep in his throat, enjoying the taste of you. he doesnāt rush when he devours and dominates your senses. āfuck, you are soā¦ hahhāā
your legs are clamping around his head as your hands tug his hair, gosh itās still so soft to the touch. your chest heaving, voice hoarse from moaning, and yunho finally lifts his head, grinning at the mess he made glistening on his lips. wiping his mouth slowly, chuckling, because heās left you begging without even doing too much.
āmmhm,ā diving back in as his fingers brushing against your clit while his tongue plunges deeper. he just keeps going ā tongue flicking, fingers circling, whispering filthy praises with every movement. āthatās it, thatās my good girlā¦ come on, let it all out for me.ā
your walls clench and your pussy gushes over his tongue, spurting uncontrollably as your legs tremble and your back arches off the surface. yunho groans, licking up every drop, smiling like the maniac he is, āgod, youāre insaneā¦ look at you squirting for me.ā
he doesnāt stop, still moving, coaxing out every last drop, praising you with every breath he takes. his thoughts are full of you, and soon enough, you will be full of him. āmine, you are only mineā¦ keep coming for me, angel.ā
youāve never felt so ruined and so completely at his mercy.
āi should leave you like this,ā he adds, quieter, more to himself than to you. the idea actually tempts him, letting you feel exactly how easy it is for him to get you like this. āsend you back downstairs all pretty, like nothing happenedā¦ā a soft exhale followed, ā...but you wouldnāt make it far.ā
pulling back, but his fingers keep toying with your clit, and youāre already so sensitive from that alone. he talks dirty in that manic and possessive way of his, murmuring about how heāll keep you in the dress and the heels, since you canāt spend the night with himā¦ no matter how much he wants you to.
he eases your legs off his shoulders, standing up with a slow stretch, but before he can even undress, he steps back in between your shaky legs, looking down at you with that same secretive, almost warm smile. maybe itās love, maybe itās lust, if not both. his index finger and thumb catch your chin, tilting your face up so you have no choice but to look at him, especially when you were trying so hard not to. how cute.
ādrop the act, dollface,ā he growled, his fingers slide down, big palm spreading around your throat, squeezing to cut off that long-awaited breath you wanted to take, watching you closely, eyes fixed on your lips as they start to quiver with every subtle tightening of his grip. āor do i need to remind you who you belong to?ā
one moment heās choking you, the next, heās already stripped from the waist down, preparing you to take him.
lying on your back on the bed, with him hovering above you, one long finger slides inside you, immediately feeling how tight and slick you are as he starts to move. he watches closely, eyes fixed on the way your face twists with undeniable pleasure, all while his own cock pulses hot against your leg. a second finger slips in beside the first, and you feel the stretch right away. your walls clenching around him, creaming over his knuckles as small, broken sounds leave your throat, half cough, half whine, still trying to catch the breath he stole from you.
āthere it isā¦ i was waiting for that.ā and by that, he means you being ready to take him. his thumb drags over the tip of his throbbing cock, stroking himself a few slow times, and your gaze drops ā was he always this big? youāre not even sure how youāre supposed to take itā¦ how you managed before. heās thick, lining up at your soaked entrance, pushing your walls to their limit before heās even halfway in, your cunt already molding around his size.
missionary is always a gamble with him, because you never know which version youāre going to get: the gentle one, the mean one, the jealous oneā¦ there are options, but youāre never the one choosing. this time, he is a meanie. a creature of extreme sadism.
all you can do beneath him is squirm and cry, clinging helplessly to every inch of him he gives you, heavy as he presses in, hitting places your own fingers could never reach. he grunts softly, hips pulling back again because youāre still not full of him, not yet. he has to carve the shape of himself into your insides, and claim you properly, like he always will.
maybe youāre already close, just from the way he moves. shallow at first, his pelvis dragging sinfully against you, making your writhing body jolt upwards on the bed. he switches between soft and controlled thrusts to slow and grinding circles, anything to ease you and help your body relax, make you greedy enough to take him deeper.
āis that all you do, cry?ā yunho hisses under his breath, lips brushing wet against your ear as your nails dig into his shoulders. his cock presses right against your most sensitive spot, pulling a loud moan from you, and you think itās too deep already, when he is not even that deep. ābabydoll, be a good girl for me and take every inch, yeah? no, donāt cry nowā¦ you can handle it, because youāre mineā¦ my pretty girl.ā
your eyes sting, tears slipping free, smudging your makeup a bit. itās been so long since you had any sexual intercourse, a whole year. you didnāt even do anything more than a few careless kisses and make out sessions with jaemin, nothing that even comes close to tonightās carnal ravaging.
you need yunho. not just inside you, you need him under your skin, running through your dna. you hate his guts, you do, but god, he fucks you so well you can feel him in your guts.
the tears fall, catching the light like silver, as if tiny diamonds slip down your cheeks as he stretches you open again.
his fingers lace with yours, pinning your hands against the mattress as he hisses filthy praises into your ear. your sensitive cunt takes every devastating thrust, each one pulling out those wet and sloppy sounds, the kind that make you want to scream again and again until your vocal cords tear apart and you lose your voice for days as a reminder of what yunho is doing to do you. what he will always do to you. the way his cock drives fully into you sends that overwhelming urge through your quivering body, threatening to make you come undone, youāre not even sure if you want to. itās a sensation so intense, such painfully good pressure building with nowhere to go.
youāre so cockdrunk itās insane. you always thought you were in control, always told yourself he wasnāt a good person, but the dick was too good to let go. he fits too perfectly, like he was made just for you.
āscream for me, doll,ā he groans, that husky tone rolling off his tongue and straight through you, pulling a helpless whimper from your lips. his brown eyes flick over your face, taking in every desperate expression like heās committing it to memory, because watching you fall apart is his favorite part. his pre-cum leaves a messy ring at the base of his cock, trailing down the inside of your thighs, and maybe if he werenāt so consumed by you, heād comment on just how desperate you look.
āyu-yunhoā!ā his name tears from your throat as it echoes through the room. his hips snap into yours without mercy, hard enough to leave bruises. your back lifts off the bed, arching into the overwhelming rush flooding your body. you praise and beg for him, pushing him further into ecstasy as he presses you back down every time you move too much.
āyou think anyone else could handle you like this?ā yunho coos, his pace picking up, thrusts growing faster and faster, until your thighs start to numb. āthink anyone could love you the way i do?ā
āyunho, pleaseā¦ ahhāā you hear yourself, like youāre outside your own body and have lost control of even your own voice. all you can feel is your nails digging into his back, your body tightening around him as you suddenly break, soaking him, your release spilling over his cock. and still his eyes stay on you, he adores your face more than anything else. itās almost as if your reactions to the pleasure only he can give you appeal more to him than the sex itself.
āyou say you hate me, but i bet you were just mad at me, yeah?ā
but youāre too stubborn to admit that, refusing to give him even that much satisfaction. you close your eyes, trying to reclaim some dominance over him, but he only chuckles, bringing his hips to a stop at the fading edge of his own release.
thatās what makes your eyes snap open, staring up at him. āwhyād youā?ā
āi asked you a question, angel,ā he sneers. one hand drifts down to your clit, rubbing slow, agonizing circles that pull a helpless whine from your throat, your head tosses back.
āp-please, yuā i canāt, iāā but your legs stay wrapped tight around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, your heels pressing cold against the heat of his body.
his other hand moves, this time settling around your throat. at first, itās loose, enough pressure to make you notice. then it tightens as he watches everything: from the way your lips part, to how your chest struggles to rise. completely focused on how dependent you become on him for air. forcing eye contact, watching you go from stubborn to needy, leaning in close to whisper instead of raising his voice.Ā
ātell me if itās too muchā¦ go on.ā with every small twitch or squirm, it only makes his grip tighten more, restricting your breathing while muttering praise after praise. what a fucking sadistic psychopath. āso pretty like thisā¦can barely breathe and still taking me so well.ā
pushing your limits on purpose, to remind you exactly whoās in control. he feels the way you start to struggle, your body begins to give, and only then does his grip loosen.
air rushes back into your lungs all at once, burning on the way in. your chest stutters, breaths coming out broken and uneven instead of steady. your vision blurs, tears slipping freely now, and you donāt even realize youāre shaking until he notices it first. his hand doesnāt leave your throat. it stays there, fingers still curved around it, no longer squeezing, just resting.
āthere you go, babydoll,ā his voice drops, softer now, but no less heavy. ābreathe.ā
but heās watching you too closely for it to feel like kindness. his thumb drags slowly over the spot he pressed into, feeling the rapid flutter of your pulse beneath his touch. your lips part, pulling in air that still doesnāt feel like enough, as another broken sound slips out of you.
it does something to him. you like this, glassy-eyed and trembling, wants him to hold onto this exact version of you for as long as he can. then, without warning, he leans in. his lips press against yours. itās not an apology, far from it. a kiss that lingers just long enough to steal the breath you just fought to get back, a quiet reminder of how easily he can take it and when he pulls away, thereās the faintest hint of a smile, because heād do it again.
āshh, donāt cryā¦ you know i take care of whatās mine.ā still too dizzy to think about anything but breathing and kissing, your legs are thrown over his broad shoulders, his hands pushing them closer to your head to get the angle just right. he watches himself slide between your folds, then looks down at you like heās never seen anything more beautiful.
you glance down to where your bodies meet, even if every instinct tells you to pull away, but thereās nowhere to go. every movement hits heavier, deeper; your body canāt tell the difference between pleasure and pressure anymore. he drags himself all the way out at a torturously slow pace, only to push back in just as cruelly.
"s-shitā¦ donāt move,ā he groans, thrusting into you, when he finally decides to snap his hips, his pelvis pressed against yours. his fingers find your sensitive clit again, rubbing it fast to get you to cum again, throwing his head back as he thrusts one last time, before shooting his load into your aching cunt. spurts of warm cum fill your insides while you wither beneath him, all hot and sweaty, not even processing the mess both of you made under the clean bedsheets.
his cock was pulsing so hard you could feel it bulging through your tummy, filling you to the brim as you milk him dry. his palm presses flat against your lower stomach, and he actually smirks when he feels and sees the faint movement beneath, occasionally shifting his hand lower or higher just to make you lose focus mid-thought.
āyou fell that, doll?ā
do you feel how deep my love runs for you?
yunho looks at you like heās completely gone, someone who operates on obsession, trying to imprint himself into every part of you, leave something behind that no one else could ever do. heās smug about it too, of course he is. he just won in life, like out of everything in the world, he got you. fuck, wishing he had his camera right now, just to capture this exact moment. you look unreal beneath him, divine even dressed in black, an angel dragged down just for him.
his voice softens, murmuring sweet nothings under his breath as he leans in, pressing slow kisses to your cheeks, your temple, the bridge of your nose. gentler now, calming you down after everything he just put you through. a quick peck lands on your lips, lingering just a little longer than it needs to.
finally, yunho pulls out, watching closely as a small trace of him drips from you. his fingers follow immediately, sinking to keep it all in. then he pulls you up, arms wrapping around you, holding you tight against his chest, lips pressing into your hair, breathing you in like he doesnāt get enough of you, even now.
the aftercare is minimal, because it has to be. he lets you rest for a few minutes, helps you steady yourself, maybe guides you to the bathroom, helps you fix your clothes and makeup, and put your panties back on, while he dresses himself again as if nothing happened. and only now, that youāre about to leave, does he decide to act sweet.Ā
āyou good, need anything else?ā
āiāll manage, thank you very much, asshole.ā
you smile through your teeth, already turning, only to wobble slightly in your heels. gee, wonder why, like you just didn't have some mindblowing sex. making your way out, youāre glowing, thereās no other word for it. a little wrecked, sure, a little unsteady, but shining brighter than the stars in the sky.Ā
he doesnāt close the door right away, waits until you step into the elevator, as the doors slide shut and youāre out of sight. only then does he finally close it, the click echoing a little too loud in the empty room. he leans back for a second, alone with himself, because yeah, heās an asshole, he knows that.
but youāll always come back to him, and heāll always come back to you.
having big gaps between classes was something you enjoyed, but sometimes hated. just like you hate everything about him. from the smug smirk that pulls at the corner of his mouth to how his fingers are inside your mouth, making you gag and be disgusted by the way he does such things like he owns you ā he doesnāt.
heās your ex, the one youāve tried so hard to forget: the sound of his voice, the way he felt under your skin. now his lips are back on your neck, sucking, kissing, leaving marks youāll have to cover the second you walk out of his office once heās done fucking you on his desk. you feel his thumb press against your throat, taking his time, teasing you in ways you swore you would never let him do that again, claiming you like he never left.
trying to tell him, no but your body keeps telling him yes.
you should be disappointed in yourself, letting him pull you off track like this, letting him take control when you know better. yet, with every touch and mark sends heat racing through you, clouding your mind until you can barely remember why you hate him so much. is it because he wasnāt who you thought he wasā¦ or because you still feel something for him? hating him is easier than admitting you never stopped wanting him.Ā
you donāt want to care; you want to despise him for what he did and for who he is. but thatās slipping away when your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer, eyes roll back when he slides inside of you, filling you completely, making you forget everything else. you want to resist, hold onto the anger, but you canāt. not when heās deep inside, hitting all the spots that make you arch and gasp, his name falls from your lips even when you swore youād never let it happen again.Ā
āy-yunho... faster!ā you choke out, hands clawing at his back, desperate and needy, but of course, he doesnāt give in that easily. yunho only slows down, teasing you, lips curling into that infuriating grin against your skin.Ā
āangel, i told you to be quiet, didnāt i?ā he murmurs, voice low and slightly mocking, āso impatient, as always. good things come when you obeyā¦ and wait.āĀ
you are tired of waiting and being toyed with, and if heās going to take his sweet time, then youāll make sure he regrets it. your nails dig into his shoulders, even through his shirt, hard enough to strain the fabric and leave marks far more lasting than the lipstick stain on that secret polaroid sitting on his nightstand.Ā
"stop being such a dick and fuck me already!" you hate him, you repeat it to yourself over and over, until his breath is hot against your neck and his hands are gripping your hips as if heāll never let go.
and just like that, he snaps, relentless now, giving you exactly what you begged for.
his pace quickens, the plastic creaks underneath, each thrust pushing you closer to that edge, all you can think about is him, all you can feel is him. the hate melts away, replaced by a pleasure so overwhelming it almost hurts. you are so full, burning hot by how he uses your body as a canvas to paint you all white with no drops going to waste. purity and innocence, those words donāt exist for you anymore, as they are replaced with sin and punishment.
āthatās it, pretty. feels good, yeah?ā he knows exactly how the two of you collide, like youāre at war with each other. itās rough, as it drags your pride and self-respect straight through the dirt. the relationship is so damn dysfunctional, but yunho knows you better than anyone else. you donāt even realize how much he thrives on this, how easily you let him take control. he loves you like this: soft and bratty, vulnerable and entirely his.Ā
you hope, no, you pray, that the good thing he promised finally comes, because you canāt take much more of this. when it hits, it crashes through you at the same time as him, your cries muffled against his shoulder, your chest rising and falling as all that tension finally spills out. he will take care of you, he will always look out for you because you are his most adored and precious doll, his favorite thing to hold and ruin.
a few minutes later, after heās helped clean you up with a towel from one of the cabinets he keeps just for these getaways. you zip your pants back up, still feeling the lingering warmth between your thighs. you just hope your panties are enough to keep things from showing through. shitā¦ you shouldāve worn the black jeans.
āi only came here to give you mine and jeonginās project, not to get creampied.ā
ābaby, you know you donāt have to do anything,ā he says, spinning lazily in his chair. one hand clicks the mouse as he scrolls through whatever just came into his email. āyouāre my favorite student, you pass without lifting a finger. your friend, on the other handā¦ needs to learn how to use photoshop.ā
āyeah, butā¦ā
ābut what?ā he glances up at you from the computer, that same knowing look settling back in. āyou missed me?ā
ah, your eyes betray you again. you missed him, no matter how much your ego tries to argue otherwise. after what happened at the hotel two months agoā¦ yeah, that was all it took for both of you to realize you canāt stay away from each other. and maybe youāll regret it one day, but not now. youāve already decided to keep it hidden from karina and yeji. as for jaeminā¦ yeah, heās nice. heās always been, but thatās all he is now, nice. you made sure you stayed friends, nothing more, and nothing less.
so you leave yunhoās office, of course not before kissing him goodbye, not that it matters much when heāll be at your place later anyway. ādonāt forget weāre watching spiderman~ā like you could forget, you know the entire plot by heart at this point.
youāre wearing a sweater thatās way too big for you, one you casually told your friends you found at a thrift store. sure, if that store was called yunhoās apartment. thankfully, no one suspects a thing, not even your two best friends, because if they didā¦ it would be over, and youāre not ready to lose them, but the heart wants what it wants.
āinnie, thank you for ordering for me too.ā you smile, taking a sip of your drink, lookingā¦ brighter than usual, too happy for someone with a four-hour gap between classes.Ā
āyeah, no problem,ā he says, watching you for a second longer than usual. āalso, are youā¦ okay? i donāt know, you just seem different lately after things ended with jaemin.ā
you blink, caught off guard. āhuh, am i?ā a small shrug follows. āi donāt knowā¦ i guess i just decided to focus on myself for a while, not on men.ā
āwellā¦ whatever it is, it suits you,ā he mutters, still a little unsure. āohā by the way, what did professor jeong say about the project?ā
āhe said weāve got max points secured,ā you shrug lightly. āand that youāve improved your photoshop skills.ā
āreally?ā jeongin perks up, grinning. āwell, donāt mind me if i skip next week then.ā
the first part is true, the second isnāt. you can lie to everyone else, but not to yunho. itās harmless. not everyone needs to know everything about you, not even the people closest to you. so here you are back with your toxic ex, because being stuck on a feeling means being stuck on him. if anyone found out, theyād probably kill him firstā¦ and then you.
he knows exactly what you risk every time you come back to him. this was never a temporary game, something that could end just because you decided it should. to him, itās an inevitable cycle. he doesnāt see himself as someone you return to; in his mind, you never truly left in the first place.
he would give you everything without hesitation. tear the world apart for you, piece by piece, if thatās what it takes to keep you where he wants. but he would ruin you just as easily, because to him, being broken by his hands is still better than letting anyone else touch what he was already his.
yunho is a monster creeping in your heart. a wolf in sheepās clothing, the kind of character no one expects to be the villain. he isnāt some bad habit; he is an addiction with no cure, letting him consume you, until thereās barely a line left between where you end and he begins. you chose to stay, considering no one plays the role better than you do. this version of yourself that looks put together, untouchable, and guardedā¦ while slowly giving everything away to the one person who knows exactly how to take it.
you didnāt fall for a good man ā you fell for the one who learned how to look like one. you keep calling it love, even when itās nowhere close, because you canāt tell the difference anymore. and if this is what love is supposed to feel likeā¦ you donāt want to be saved from it.
thank you phoebe ( @tinyfixon ) for doing a beta read and being an amazing editor! i love you so much and i hope mingi is going to propose to you soon <3
drabble ā hongjoong biting on your shoulder to muffle the moans slipping on his mouth because of how good you feel around him.
Hongjoongās hips stuttered against yours, buried so deep you could feel every throb of him inside your tight heat. The room was thick with the sounds of skin on skin and your shared, ragged breathing, but he was losing control faster than he could hide it.
He started moving, hips rolling in that devastating rhythm he knew drove you crazy. Each stroke dragged against that sweet spot inside you, making your nails dig into his back. But the harder he fucked you, the louder he got. Soft grunts turned into broken moans, and every time you clenched around his cock, a filthy sound would slip from his throat.He tried to stay quiet. He really did.
But when you rolled your hips up to meet him, taking him even deeper, Hongjoongās control snapped. A raw, desperate moan tore from his mouthāloud enough that it made his eyes widen in panic. Without thinking, he surged forward and sank his teeth into the soft curve of your shoulder to muffle it.
The sharp bite sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.
āMmmphā!ā The sound vibrated against your skin as he bit down harder, hips stuttering before slamming back into you with renewed force. He was panting now, hot breath and muffled groans spilling against your shoulder with every thrust. His teeth stayed locked on you, anchoring himself while he fucked you harder, deeper, chasing that mind-melting pleasure.
You could feel how close he wasāhis cock throbbing inside you, hips losing their rhythm. Every time he drove in, your walls fluttered around him, pulling another choked moan from his chest that he tried to smother against your flesh.
āFuck, babyā¦ you feel too good,ā he growled into your shoulder, words slurred by the bite. āGonna cum if you keep doing thatāahhāā
You deliberately clenched around him again, and Hongjoongās teeth sank deeper. The pain mixed beautifully with pleasure as he pounded into you, skin slapping against skin, the wet sound of your bodies echoing in the room. His moans grew frantic, vibrating through your shoulder while his hips snapped relentlessly.
Suddenly his rhythm broke completely. He shoved himself as deep as he could go, grinding against you as he came hardālong, thick pulses of heat flooding inside you while a wrecked, muffled whine poured against your bitten skin. His teeth didnāt loosen even as his body shook, riding out every wave of his orgasm buried inside your tight heat.
Only when the last shudder left him did he finally release your shoulder, breathing hard. His tongue traced over the deep indentations heād left, soothing the sting with lazy, apologetic licks and soft kisses.
He lifted his head just enough to look at you, eyes dark and hazy with satisfaction, lips shiny and swollen.
He stayed buried inside you even after, panting against the fresh bite, tongue soothing the sting as if apologizingā¦ or promising to do it again.
genre: angst, hurt w/comfort (i'm not a monster cmon), established relationship, nonidol!au
word count: 10.7k
warnings: no use of y/n, mentions of alcohol, miscommunication (again!), possessive!wooyo, soft dom!wooyo, also whiny wooyo, pronebone!!!!!, praise kink, make up sex, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap!), p in v, mating press (kinda), multiple o's, fingering, oral, felching, breath play, spit play/spit as a means for lube, creampie, cockwarming, slight choking (?), mutual masturbation, body worship, breeding kink (mentioned like once tbh), a little bit of edging, emotional sex (he cries, her kitty did too), overstimulation / lmk if i missed any!
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author's note: based on this request! i lowkey went overboard and got carried away with the makeup sex but who's going to complaing if their steak is too juicy and the lobster too buttery, yk? :p i hope you enjoy this my love @moilele <333
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The key turns in the lock at 1:47 AM. Youāve been staring at the clock for so long the numbers have burned into your vision, following you even when you close your eyes. The candlelight dinner you prepared hours ago has congealed on the table, the wax from the candles having melted into sad, misshapen puddles.
When Wooyoung stumbles through the door, the smell hits you firstāsharp, medicinal, unmistakably alcoholābefore you even see his face. Heās loosening his tie with one hand, the other gripping the doorframe for balance. He tries to toe off his shoes and only manages to get one halfway off before giving up. He lets the other one fall with a thud, then drops his battered work bag into the hallway, not caring if it blocks the door or if either of you end up tripping over it later.
āHey,ā he mumbles, not quite meeting your eyes. āWhat are you doing still awake?ā
You donāt answer immediately. You just watch him, this man who hasnāt texted you in nine hours, who left you sitting here with a heart that sank deeper into your chest with each passing minute. The silence stretches between you, taut as a wire.
āYou didnāt answer your phone,ā you finally say. Your voice comes out steadier than you expected, a calm that doesnāt match the storm inside.
Wooyoung blinks, processing your words through the alcohol fog. āSorry, we were out at the bar. The projectā¦ā He waves his hand vaguely. āIt went really well. Everyone wasāā
āCelebrating,ā you finish for him. Your eyes drift to the table behind you, the two plates still set with the meal you spent three hours preparing. The anniversary cake you ordered sits untouched in its box, the words āOne Yearā now barely visible through the condensation thatās gathered on the lid.
It hits you then, with a clarity that makes your stomach drop. He doesnāt remember.
āLook, I know Iām sorry that Iām late again,ā Wooyoung says, finally noticing your expression. āThings got crazy at the office. You know babe, the promotion, itāsāā
āDo you know what day it is?ā you ask quietly.
He frowns, clearly trying to think through his drunken haze. āUhh Tuesday?ā
The silence that follows is deafening. You watch the realization slowly dawn on his face, the way his eyes widen slightly, the way his mouth opens then closes without sound.
āShit,ā he whispers. āOh fuckā¦ā
āYou forgot our anniversary.ā Itās not a question.
āI didnātāāWooyoung runs a hand through his hair, his movements still uncoordinated. āThe project deadline was today. Weāve been working toward this for weeks, you know that. And then everyone wanted to go out, and I couldnāt justāā
āCouldnāt just text me? Couldnāt just call to say youād be late?ā Your voice rises slightly, despite your efforts to keep it steady. āI sat here for hours, Wooyoung. I thought something happened to you. I called your friends, hell I even called your office phone.ā
āIām fine,ā he says, and thereās an edge to his voice now, defensive. āIām right here. Everythingās fine.ā
āEverything is not fine.ā You stand up, needing the distance between you. āYouāve been working non-stop for weeks. You come home exhausted, barely speaking to me, and now you canāt even remember our anniversary?ā
Wooyoung sighs, the sound heavy with exhaustion and frustration. āIām doing this for us, you know thatāā
āStop,ā you cut him off. āStop saying that. Iām not asking you to quit your job, Wooyoung. Iām asking you to be present. To remember that I exist when youāre not at work.ā
He looks at you then, really looks at you, and for a moment you see the man you fell in love withāthe one who used to notice when you changed your hair, who used to call just to hear your voice. But then his expression hardens again.
āYou donāt understand the pressure Iām under,ā he says, his voice tight. āThis isnāt just about me. Itās about our future.ā
āOur future?ā You let out a humourless laugh. āWhat fucking future? I barely see you anymore. When was the last time we had an actual conversation that wasnāt about how tired you are?ā
āIām trying to build something for us.ā
āNo, youāre building something for yourself and calling it āusā to make yourself feel better.ā The words spill out before you can stop them, raw and honest in a way that makes your chest ache. āI feel like you only love me when itās convenient for you. When you have the time and energy.ā
Wooyoungās face darkens. āThatās not fair.ā
āIsnāt it?ā You step closer, needing him to see, to understand. āWhen was the last time you asked how I was doing? When was the last time you noticed anything about my life that wasnāt directly related to yours?ā
āIām under a lot of stress right now, baby.ā
āWeāre all under stress, Wooyoung. Thatās not an excuse to disappear on your girlfriend.ā
The room falls silent. Wooyoungās shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched. You can see the exhaustion etched into every line of his face, the dark circles under his eyes that have been there for weeks. Part of you wants to reach out, to comfort him, but the hurt is too fresh, too deep.
āIām doing my best,ā he says finally, his voice quieter now. āIām trying to balance everything.ā
āYour best isnāt good enough.ā The words hang in the air between you, sharp and painful. āNot when your best means I spend our anniversary wondering if youāre lying dead in a ditch somewhere because you couldnāt be bothered to send a text.ā
Wooyoung flinches. āThatās notāā
āDo you have any idea what itās like?ā Your voice breaks. āTo sit here, watching the clock, imagining all the worst possible scenarios because the man I love canāt remember I exist?ā
āI do remember you exist,ā he says, and thereās frustration in his voice now. āI think about you all the time. Iām doing all of this for you.ā
āFor me?ā You laugh, the sound hollow. āThis isnāt for me, Wooyoung. I never asked for any of this. I asked for you. Not this stressed-out stranger who comes home at midnight and falls asleep on the couch.ā
Heās silent for a long moment, and you can see him struggling, the alcohol and exhaustion making it hard for him to find the right words. When he finally speaks, his voice is strained.
āMaybe this is the real me,ā he says. āMaybe this is who I am now and you just donāt like what you see.ā
The words hit you like a physical blow. You take a step back, your breath catching in your throat. You shake your head, denying the words that came out of his mouth.
āThatās not true,ā you whisper.
āIsnāt it?ā Wooyoungās voice rises, matching your earlier statement, fuelled by frustration and alcohol. āBecause it seems like nothing I do is ever good enough for you. Iām either working too much or not making enough money or not paying enough attentionāā
āIāve never said that.ā
āYou donāt have to say it. I can see it in your face every time I come home late. Every time Iām too tired to talk.ā He runs his hand through his hair again, the gesture agitated. āMaybe you should just find someone who can give you what you want, since apparently I canāt.ā
The silence that follows is absolute. You stare at him, unable to believe the words that just came out of his mouth. Wooyoung looks just as shocked as you feel, his eyes widening as he realizes what heās said.
āWaitā¦ shit no thatās not what I meantā¦ā he starts, but you cut him off.
āYou want me to leave?ā Your voice is barely audible.
āNo, I didnāt meanā¦ā Wooyoung takes a step toward you, but you back away. āIām sorry, Iām drunk and exhausted and I didnātāā
āYou meant it,ā you say. Thereās no anger in your voice now, just a deep, bone-weary sadness. āMaybe not all of it, but part of it.ā
He doesnāt deny it. The silence stretches between you, filled with everything thatās been left unsaid for weeks.
āI need to be alone,ā you say, your voice barely above a whisper. The words hang between you, a barrier neither of you has the strength to cross. āI canāt do this right now.ā
Wooyoung opens his mouth to respond, but youāre already moving, already turning away from the wreckage of your anniversary night. You donāt look back as you walk down the hallway to your bedroomāthe bedroom that was supposed to be shared, not a place of retreat. The door clicks shut behind you with a finality that makes your chest ache.
In the darkness of your room, you press your back against the door and slide down until youāre sitting on the floor. Your shoulders shake with silent sobs you refuse to let him hear. The anniversary card youād written him earlier sits on your nightstand, the words inside now feeling hollow and foolish.
Time passes. You donāt know how long you sit there, but eventually, you stand on trembling legs and change into your sleep clothes. The bed feels too big, too empty. You lie on your side, staring at the empty space where Wooyoung should be, and wait for sleep that doesnāt come. An hour passes. Maybe two. Your anger has cooled to a dull ache in your chest, but sleep still eludes you. Finally, you slip out of bed, needing water, needing to move.
The living room is dark except for the faint glow of the streetlights filtering through the blinds. And there he isāWooyoung, slumped on the couch, still in his work clothes, one arm thrown over his eyes. Even in the dim light, you can see the tear tracks on his face, the dark stain on the cushion beneath his cheek.
Your heart constricts. Despite everythingādespite the anger, despite the hurtāyou still love him. You still care.
You move silently to the kitchen, filling a glass with water and grabbing the bottle of aspirin from the cabinet. Your movements are careful, deliberate, as you place them on the coffee table beside him. You donāt wake him. You donāt say a word.
Instead, you stand there for a moment, watching the rise and fall of his chest. Even in sleep, his face is troubled, his brow furrowed. You want to smooth the lines away, to tell him everything will be okay. But you canāt. Not yet.
So you do the only thing you can. You take care of him, silently, the way youāve always done. Because even when he forgets, even when heās lost in his own world of stress and ambition, you remember. You remember the man you fell in love with, the one whoās still in there somewhere, buried under exhaustion and pressure.
You pull the throw blanket from the back of the couch and drape it carefully over him. Your fingers brush against his hair, just once, so lightly he doesnāt stir.
Then you turn and walk away, back to the bedroom that feels emptier than it should. You climb into bed alone, the space beside you cold and untouched. You wonder if this is how relationships begin to breakānot through lack of love, but through all the ways people fail to hold onto each other when life becomes too heavy. Sleep comes eventually, but itās fitful, troubled by dreams of a future that feels increasingly uncertain.
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Wooyoung wakes slowly to the dull throb of a splitting headache and a sharp ache running down his neck. The couch digs painfully into his back, one arm numb from the awkward angle heād fallen asleep in. For a few disoriented seconds, he just stares at the ceiling, blinking against the pale morning light filtering through the apartment. Then last night hits him all at once. The argument. Your tears. The look on your face when he realized what day it was.
With a quiet groan, he pushes himself upright, rubbing a hand over his face. Thatās when he notices the blanket draped carefully over him. The glass of water sitting on the coffee table beside two aspirin. His chest tightens. You took care of him anyway. Even after everything.
Wooyoung stares at the medicine for a long moment before letting out a weak, humourless laugh under his breath. āFuck,ā he mutters hoarsely, guilt crawling up his throat.Ā
He swallows the aspirin dry before forcing himself to stand, exhaustion still heavy in his limbs. The apartment is quiet as he makes his way toward the bedroom, each step slower than the last, like heās afraid of what heāll find on the other side of the door. He eases it open carefully. Youāre asleep, curled toward his side of the bed even though it stayed empty all night. In the soft morning light, he notices the tear tracks dried against your cheeks immediately, and something inside him caves in at the sight. His own eyes still burn from last night, raw and swollen in a way he knows mirrors yours. For a moment, he just stands there in silence, looking at you. At the woman who still tucked a blanket around him after he forgot about your anniversary. After he hurt you. Wooyoung closes his eyes briefly, jaw tightening.
He closes the door to your shared bedroom and makes his way to the kitchen. He quietly reaches for his phone and silences the alarm for work before typing out a lengthy message to his boss with determined fingers. Nothing at work feels more important than this anymore.
Your eyes open to the empty space beside you, the pillow still perfectly fluffed, untouched. Of course heās already gone. The realization settles in your chest like a stone. You lie there for a moment, the events of last night crashing back with brutal clarity. The forgotten anniversary. The heartbreak that ensued. The fight. The words that canāt be unsaid. You press the heels of your hands against your eyes, forcing the tears to remain at bay.
Then you hear itāthe soft clink of dishes from the kitchen.
Your heart stutters. You freeze, listening. There it is againāthe unmistakable sound of someone moving around in the kitchen. The one that should be empty right now. Panic rises in your throat. Heās still here. Wooyoung is still here, and you have no idea what to say to him after everything that happened. After everything you both said.
You sit up slowly, your body heavy with emotional exhaustion. The floor is cold beneath your feet as you pad toward the bedroom door. Your hand hesitates on the doorknob. What will you see when you open it? Will he be packing his things? Will he be waiting to tell you itās over?
The door creaks as you pull it open. The hallway seems longer than usual as you make your way toward the kitchen. With each step, your anxiety grows, a tight knot in your chest that makes it hard to breathe.
And then you see him.
Wooyoung stands at the counter, his back to you. Heās still wearing the same clothes from last night, rumpled and wrinkled. His hair is a mess, sticking up at odd angles. He moves slowly, methodically, as if each action requires immense concentration.
āArenāt you going to work?ā The words slip out before you can stop them, your voice hoarse from crying.
Wooyoung turns, and the sight of him makes your breath catch. His eyes are bloodshot, his face pale. He looks like he hasnāt slept at all, like heās been carrying the weight of your argument with him through the long night.
āI told them I wasnāt coming in today or for the rest of the week,ā he says simply.
The words hang in the air between you. You stare at him, trying to process what this means. Wooyoung never calls in. Heās the type who goes to work with a fever of 102, who works through weekends and holidays without complaint.
āWhat? Why?ā you ask, the question barely audible.
Wooyoung sets down the cup heās been holding. His knuckles turned white as he gripped onto the glass tighter. āI already lost enough time with you yesterday. Iām not about to just leave you here alone, again.ā
The simplicity of his words hits you like a physical blow. You lean against the doorframe, suddenly weak. The kitchen table is setātwo plates, two mugs, the breakfast you used to make together on weekend mornings. The silence that follows is thick with everything left unsaid. You watch as he turns back to the counter, his shoulders slumped with exhaustion. Thereās a vulnerability in his posture you havenāt seen in monthsāthe confident, ambitious man youāve been watching slip away replaced by someone unsure, someone hurting.
āIām sorry,ā he says finally, still facing away from you. āFor everything I said last night. For making you feel like you donāt matter to me.ā He turns to face you, and the raw emotion in his eyes makes your chest ache. āYou matter more than anything, and Iāve been acting like you donāt.ā
You want to go to him, to bridge the distance between you, but your feet feel rooted to the spot. āAnd the rest?ā you ask. āWhat you said about me finding someone else?ā
Wooyoungās face crumples. āI didnāt mean any of that stupid shit. I was an idiot and said the most hurtful thing I could think of because I was angry at myself, not at you. What I said to you was inexcusable.ā He runs a hand through his hair, the gesture agitated. āI was so terrified of failing you that I ended up failing you anyway.ā
The truth of his words settles over you. You step into the kitchen, moving toward him slowly, giving him the chance to retreat if he wants to. He doesnāt.
āI donāt want someone else,ā you say quietly. āI want you. Not the version of you thatās so caught up in work he forgets we exist. That I exist.ā
Wooyoungās eyes filled with tears. āIāve been so focused on building a future for us that I forgot to be present in our now.ā He takes a step toward you. āIām so sorry. I donāt expect you to forgive me right away or ever butāGod, I fucked up so bad.ā
You look at the breakfast heās preparedāeggs perfectly set, toast golden, the smell of coffee already doing something to the tension in your shoulders. Heās always been a better cook than you. Youād forgotten that, somehow, in the wreckage of last night.
āCome here,ā you say softly.
He crosses the kitchen in three quick strides, and then his arms are around you, holding you so tightly itās almost painful. You can feel him trembling, feel the way his heart hammers against your cheek. Your face tucks just under his chin, and you feel the warm wetness of tears landing soft in your hair.
āI love you,ā he whispers, the words muffled against your hair. āI love you so much, and Iām so sorry I made you doubt that.ā
You hold him just as tightly, your own tears spilling over. āI love you too,ā you mumble against his chest. āDonāt shut me out like that again, You know Iām always here for you.ā
Wooyoung pulls back, his hands coming up to cradle your face. His thumbs brush away your tears with a gentleness that makes your heart ache. āI know,ā he says. āIāll do better for you. For us. Today, tomorrow, and however long as it takes.ā
He leans forward and presses his forehead against yours. āCan I show you something?ā You nod.
āI got you something,ā he says. āI remembered that I had a whole elaborate plan to give this to you.ā He exhales, something between a laugh and a sob. āThen I got the promotion news and I justāI let that take over everything. Your gift has been sitting in my bag for two weeks while I was out celebrating myself.ā He shakes his head. āI made our anniversary about me. Iām such an idiot.ā
āYeah, the biggest idiot of all time.ā
He lets out a small chuckle, a hint of guilt and sadness follow the hollow laugh. A flicker of something hopeful crosses his exhausted face. āCan I still give it to you?ā
You look up at him. āOf course.ā
Wooyoungās face lights up with a small, tentative smile. He takes your hand and leads you to the living room. You both sink into the couch where he spent the night, your shoulders touching. His work bag sits on the floor beside it. He reaches down and pulls out a small velvet box.
Your breath catches.
āItās not what you think,ā he says quickly, seeing your expression. āNot yet, anyway.ā He opens the box to reveal a delicate silver bracelet, with a small charm hanging from itāa tiny compass.
āItās so you always find your way back to me,ā he explains, his voice soft. āEven when Iām being a complete dumbass.ā
You look from the bracelet to his face, seeing the hope and fear mingled in his eyes. This is what you fell in love withānot the ambitious, driven man who works too much, but this man whoās vulnerable enough to admit when heās wrong, whoās brave enough to try to fix what heās broken.
āItās beautiful,ā you say, holding out your wrist.
As Wooyoung fastens the bracelet with trembling fingers, you realize that healing wonāt happen overnight. There will be more conversations, more difficult moments as you both learn to balance his career with your relationship. But as his hand finds yours, the bracelet cool against your skin, you know youāre willing to try.
Because some things are worth fighting for. Some people are worth the struggle. And this manāflawed and imperfect but trying, always tryingāis one of them.
āI should have called,ā he says finally, his voice quiet in the morning stillness. āI should have texted. I kept thinking about it, but then someone would pull me into another conversation, and Iād get distracted, and then...ā He trails off, shaking his head. āThatās no excuse.ā
āNo, itās not,ā you agree, but thereās no anger in your voice now. Just bone-deep weariness.
Wooyoungās shoulders slump. He looks smaller somehow, diminished by his own guilt. āIāve been so focused on proving myself at work that I forgot to be present here. With you.ā His eyes find yours, red-rimmed and sincere. āIām drowning, and instead of asking for help, Iāve been pulling you under with me.ā
Your chest tightens at his words. Youāve been so wrapped up in your own hurt that you havenāt fully considered his perspective. āWhy didnāt you tell me you were struggling?ā you ask softly.
He lets out a shaky breath. āBecause I was supposed to be the strong one. The one who had it all figured out.ā His voice cracks. āI didnāt want you to see how overwhelmed I was. How scared I am that I wonāt be enough.ā
The admission hangs in the air between you. You reach for his hand, your fingers hesitantly brushing against his. He turns his palm up, letting you take it.
āIām sorry too,ā you say, your voice barely above a whisper. āFor being so accusatory last night. For making you doubt that your best wasnāt enough. And for dismissing the fact that you work so immensely hard to provide for us.ā
Wooyoung looks up, surprise evident in his eyes.
āI was angry,ā you continue, ābut I was also terrified. Every time you came home late without calling, I imagined the worst. And then Iād feel so stupid when you finally texted, like I was being dramatic or clingy.ā
āYouāre not,ā he says firmly. āYou were right to be worried. Iāve been a completely inconsiderate asshole.ā
You squeeze his hand. āAnd I said things I didnāt mean. About you not loving me.ā The words are hard to say, hard to admit. āI know thatās not true. I just... I missed you. I missed us.ā
A tear slips down Wooyoungās cheek. āIāve missed us too,ā he admits. āIāve been so caught up in work that I forgot how to be a person. How to be your person.ā
You shift closer to him on the couch, the gap between you narrowing. Your free hand reaches up to brush away his tear, your touch tentative, questioning. He leans into it, his eyes closing briefly.
āIām going to do better,ā he promises. āIāve already talked to my boss about setting better boundaries. About leaving work at a reasonable hour, about not checking emails at home.ā He opens his eyes, looking at you with such intensity it makes your breath catch. āYou deserve more than the scraps of time and attention Iāve been giving you.ā
āWhat if you canāt?ā you ask, voicing the fear thatās been haunting you. āWhat if work pulls you back in?ā
Wooyoungās expression turns determined. āThen Iāll walk away. Find something else. Because nothing is worth losing you over.ā He brings your joined hands to his lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. āNothing.ā
Your vision blurs with fresh tears. āI donāt want you to give up your career for me.ā
āIām not,ā he assures you. āIām choosing our relationship. Choosing you. The career is just a job. I can be replaced at any given moment but you? Youāre my whole life. Youāre irreplaceable.ā
The words wash over you, healing some of the hurt thatās been festering. You move closer still, until your knees are touching, until you can feel the warmth of him beside you.
āI love you,ā you say simply. āEven when youāre being an idiot and forgetting our anniversary.ā
A watery laugh escapes him. āI love you too. Iām your idiot, though.ā
Your hand finds its way to his face, cupping his cheek. His stubble is rough against your palm, grounding you in this moment. He turns his head slightly, pressing a kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving yours.
āCan I kiss you?ā he asks, his voice raw with emotion.
You nod, unable to form words around the lump in your throat.
Wooyoung leans forward slowly, giving you time to pull away if you want to. You donāt. When his lips meet yours, itās like coming home after a long journey. Thereās relief in the touch, and longing, and a deep, abiding affection that transcends the hurt of the past weeks.
āIām sorry,ā he whispers against your lips. āIām so sorry.ā
His kisses move to your cheek, to the corner of your eye where tears still linger. āIāll do better,ā he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.
You tilt your head, giving him access to your neck, where he presses soft, apologetic kisses. āI know you will,ā you whisper, your fingers tangling in his hair.Ā
Wooyoung pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching yours. āI donāt deserve you,ā he says. āBut Iām going to spend every day trying to be worthy of you.ā
You shake your head. āYou already are. You just got lost for a while.ā
He pulls you into his arms, holding you against his chest. You can hear his heartbeat, steady and strong beneath your ear. His hand strokes your hair, gentle and soothing.
āI was so scared,ā you admit, the words muffled against his shirt. āThat we were falling apart, and I didnāt know how to stop it.ā
His arms tighten around you. āWeāre not falling apart,ā he promises. āWeāre just... learning how to be together in a new way. With new challenges.ā
You look up at him, seeing the determination in his eyes. āTogether,ā you repeat. āThatās the important part.ā
Wooyoung nods, pressing another kiss to your forehead. āTogether. Always.ā
The breakfast he made sits forgotten on the table, growing cold. But you donāt mind. There will be other breakfasts, other mornings. Right now, all that matters is thisāthe two of you, holding onto each other, finding your way back to what matters most.
āI think,ā Wooyoung says after a while, his voice soft with sleepiness and emotion, āthat since i took a few days off we could spend more time together. Just us. No work, no distractions.ā
You raise an eyebrow. āYou? Taking time off? Who are you and what have you done with my workaholic boyfriend?ā
He laughs, the sound warming you from the inside out. āIāve been replaced by someone with better priorities.ā His expression turns serious. āI mean it, though. We need this. I need this. To remember that I have a lot of making up to do.ā
The idea is tempting. āAnd how would you do that, hm?ā
āI could think of one way right now,ā he murmurs, his voice dropping to a low, intimate timbre that sends a shiver down your spine.
Before you can respond, Wooyoung stands and scoops you into his arms, his movements surprisingly fluid despite his exhaustion. You gasp, instinctively wrapping your arms around his neck as he carries you toward your bedroomāyour shared bedroom thatās been missing his presence for far too long.
āWooyoung,ā you breathe, your heart racing as he pushes the door open with his foot. āPut me down! I couldāve walked to the bedroom too, idiot.ā
āSorry princess. I couldn't help myself,ā he says, his eyes dark with desire as he lays you gently on the bed.
He climbs onto the bed beside you, his weight making the mattress dip. For a moment, he just looks at you, his expression a mixture of reverence and hunger that makes your breath catch.
āMissed you,ā he whispers, his hand coming up to trace the line of your jaw. āSo much.ā
You reach for him, pulling him down into a kiss thatās deeper than before, more urgent. His lips move against yours with a desperation that speaks volumes about the distance thatās grown between you. You can taste the salt of dried tears on his skin, feel the slight tremble in his hands as they slide down to your waist.
You fist your hands in the crisp fabric of his shirt. The buttons press sharp and insistent against your chest, and you tug at them, desperate, fumbling until the first one gives. He groans, shifting so he can help, pulling away just enough to make quick work of the rest. The shirt falls open, exposing him to the morning light, the edges of his collarbone flushed and vulnerable.
Your breath hitchesāyouād forgotten, somehow, how beautiful he is like this. His body is lean but not slight, muscle hugging bone and sinew in all the right places. You drag your hand along the inside of his forearm, tracing the thick black lines of the rose inked from his wrist to the curve before his elbow. You glide over the leaves and thorns, half-expecting the tattoo to prickle beneath your touch. He shudders, eyes hooded, drinking in the sight of you devouring him.
You slide your palm up, across his biceps, his shoulderāmapping every inch, reacquainting yourself with the geography of him. His chest heaves, the faint dusting of hair there rising as you scrape your nails down to his abs. You canāt help but smile a little at how his stomach tenses, how he jerks when you reach the sensitive dip above his hips. He grabs your hand, bringing it to his mouth, kissing each knuckle in apology and in thanks. Heās trembling with wanting, with relief, and you want to swallow it whole.
You pull him closer, reaching up to slide the shirt off his shoulders. It pools at his elbows, then falls away, leaving him naked from the waist up. He presses you into the mattress, his lips everywhere at onceāyour jaw, your neck, the hollow at your collarbone. His hands are greedy, slipping under your shirt, seeking skin, worshipping you as if youāre the only thing in the world that makes sense.
Wooyoungās fingers curl into the soft cotton of your sleep shirt as though heās gathering every ounce of courage in his body to peel away not only the fabric but the distance heās put between you. The morning light filters through gauzy curtains, illuminating the swirl of dust motes in the air and casting a gentle glow over your skin. He pauses, breath catching as he drinks you ināevery freckle on your shoulder, every rise and fall of your chestābefore tugging the shirt up and over your head in one smooth, practiced motion. The cool air of the room grazes your bare skin, sending a shiver through you as the light catches the gentle pebbling of your nipples and the subtle flex of your stomach muscles.
He chases away the chill, warm palms gliding up your sides, fingertips tracing the lines of your ribs, thumbs circling the soft shadows beneath your breasts as if to reassure himself that you are realāsolid and here.
āW-Wooyoung,ā you breathe out, barely more than a tremor in the air, but it hits him like a bullet: his gaze snaps up, blown wide and hungry, jaw tensing so hard you can see the cords in his neck stand out.
āHmm?ā
He sounds dazed, already gone for you. He searches your face for a clue, a hint of what you want, even as his hands keep movingāroaming your waist, palming the flare of your hips, stroking reverent up and down your spine. You shudder, skin prickling everywhere he touches. Then, with a slow, deliberate shift, you arch your back and hook your thumbs into the waistband of your underwearāyour last layerāand drag them down, inch by inch, teasing yourself as much as him. You kick them off, letting them flutter to the floor, and stretch out on your stomach, arms reaching above your head, pressing your cheek into the pillow. You tilt your hips up, highlighting the bare swell of your ass, lush and expectant, every inch of you primed for him. The effect is instantaneous. He groans, low and feral in the back of his throat, his cock straining visibly against the thin grey of his sweats.
āWhat are you doing, baby?ā he chokes, voice ragged, eyes glued to the sight of you so shamelessly presenting for him.Ā
You glance back lazily over your shoulder, lips parted, smile hazy and filthy. āLay on top of me.ā Your voice drips with need, teasing, coaxing, as your ass shifts again, the jiggle intentional, sinful.
His adam's apple bobs, eyes glued to the way youāre presenting yourself to him, pussy glistening and waiting. He sits frozen for a second, maybe trying to get his breath back, maybe just marvelling at how good you look, spread out and waiting.
āBet."
Then heās on you, crawling up the bed with a focused intent that sends another thrill through you. āUp,ā he murmurs, tapping your hip. You lift obediently and he slides a pillow beneath you, angling your hips up off the mattress before he kneels behind you, pushes your thighs apart with strong hands, trapping your legs beneath his as he blankets your body. His heat, heavy and suffocating in the best way, seeps into your skin. Your cheek sinks into the sheets; you can smell your own slick in the air, feel the pulse of anticipation between your thighs. He leans in, lips skimming up your spine, worshipping every vertebrae, every goosebump and dimple, before he settles his weight against your back, pinning you down and making you feel tiny beneath him.
You canāt help it: you reach back, grab at the waistband of his slacks, desperate to feel more of him. Your fingers brush the rigid outline of his cock and he shudders, hips jerking, the tip already wetting a dark stain into the fabric. He lets you tug down his pants, lifting his hips just enough to help you get them over his ass, down his thighs, clumsy and urgent. As soon as theyāre off, he kicks them away, a brief chill racing up your legs before he covers you again, hotter and needier than before. Youāre both tremblingāmaybe from nerves, maybe from how badly you need each other.Ā
āPlease,ā he moans, the word nearly a whimper, as you wrap your hand around the bulge beneath his boxers, feeling him throb in your grip. Heās so hard it almost hurts, and when you pull the waistband down and finally set him free, he gasps, forehead dropping onto your shoulder. His cock springs out, thick and flushed, the head angry red and already leaking.
āJesus,ā you hear yourself say, voice thick with awe. āSomeoneās a little eager.ā He laughs, shaky, like heāll fall apart if he doesnāt.
āYou have no fucking idea.ā
His hand traces your thigh, kneading your flesh, fingers digging in with just enough pressure to bruise. You feel how much he needs you in every trembling touch. He cups your ass, squeezing and spreading, and then lets his hand drift lower, fingers ghosting along your slit. Youāre soakedāembarrassingly soāand he groans when he feels it, slicking his fingers through you, teasing your entrance with featherlight touches. Your hips buck back, desperate for more, but he holds you firmly in place, taking his time, savoring the way you writhe under him.
āAre you gonna make me beg?ā you pant, rutting against his hand.
He presses a kiss to your shoulder blade, voice thick and broken. āI want to hear you say you need me.ā
āYou already know I do.āĀ
āSay it anyway.ā His tongue flicks your earlobe, his words vibrating in your chest.
āI need you, Wooyoung. Please.ā
The words tumble out, more desperate than you mean them to, but you donāt care. You want himāneed himāso bad itās physically painful. He lines himself up at your entrance, the heat of his cock a brand against your skin. But he doesnāt push inānot yet. He grinds the tip against your folds, smearing his precum through your wetness, teasing you with shallow thrusts that never quite give you what you want. You sob into the pillow, body arching, entirely at his mercy.
āGod, look at you,ā he whispers. āYouāre so perfect. Fuck, I donāt deserve you.ā
āYes you do.ā The words are a gasp, but you mean them. Even after everything, you want to give him this.
You want to give him everything.
Heās shaking, whole body vibrating with the effort of holding back, not just rutting into you like an animal. āIs this okay?ā he asks, voice so weighted with emotion it almost makes you cry. āTell me you want this. Tell me you want me.ā
āI want you,ā you say, āI always want you. I want you right now, more than anything.ā
He lets out a choked breath, as if youāve released him from a terrible spell. āFuck, yes.ā He buries his face in the curve of your neck, breath hot and ragged. You feel the tip of his cock press against your entrance, stretching you slowly, inch by inch as he slides in.
The stretch is sweet, burning, perfect. You moan, the sound loud and raw, echoing off the walls of your shared bedroom. He fills you up, deeper than you remember, and it feels like coming home after a long, cold exile. You clench around him, savouring the drag, the friction, the pulse of his heartbeat through the thickness of his cock. He starts to move, slow at first, drawing out each withdrawal and thrust so you feel every centimetre, every ridge and vein. His hands on your waist are trembling, sometimes gripping too hard and then letting go, as if heās afraid to hurt you, afraid to let go of this moment. You arch your back, pushing yourself up into him, greedy for more.
āHarder,ā you urge. āFuck me harder."
He whimpers, hips stuttering, and then sets a punishing pace, hips snapping forward to drive into you with every ounce of pent up longing heās been carrying. The mattress creaks, the headboard smacks the wall. Heās so big, so deep, so desperate, and you love it.
āDonātā¦ fuckā say that shit,ā he whines, his voice cracking. āYāfeel so good, so fucking tight.ā
You arch back, meeting his thrusts, loving the way he loses control. His need for you is unfiltered, all-consuming, and you drink it like oxygen. He sets a rhythm, fast and merciless, hips slamming into you so hard it feels like a punishment, but you crave it, need it, want him to fuck you so hard you forget the argument and only memorise the feeling of him inside you. The slapping sound of skin on skin is obscene, even over the creaking of the bed and your shared moans, but you donāt care, donāt care if the whole apartment building hears you. Wooyoung is not gentle, not now; heās desperate, driven by weeks of withheld affection, of loneliness and longing. He covers you, bites your shoulder, fucks you like itās the last time, every thrust a plea for forgiveness and a pledge of eternity.
He leans more of his weight into you, his hand snaking around to your front, fingers seeking your clit. The first touch is electricāyou jerk, stars bursting behind your eyes. He circles your clit with the pad of his finger, fast and hard, no finesse, just pure need to make you cum.
In a cruel twist of fate, his hips slow suddenlyāthe rhythm of his hips bullying yours breaking. You whimper at the loss, your body clenching around him, so desperate for more. But he pulls out completely, leaving you empty, aching.
āLook at me,ā he demands, voice rough with need.
You crane your neck back over your shoulder, cheek still pressed into the sheets, and find him watching you with that dark intensity that makes your breath catch. His cock glistens with your combined wetness, the head swollen and flushed as he drags it slowly up and down your entrance, the angle making you feel every torturous inch of the teaseājust enough pressure to feel but not enough to satisfy.
āPlease,ā you gasp, hips tipping higher.
His lips curl into a wicked smile from somewhere above and behind you. āNot yet.ā He circles your clit with his slick tip before sliding back down. Your thighs tremble against the pillow he placed under your hips.
āSpit,ā he commands, reaching his palm around to your mouth.
You obey without hesitation, gathering saliva that he uses to coat himself again, the wet sound obscene in the quiet room. He returns to his maddening teasing, the new slickness making his cock glide effortlessly against your swollen flesh.
āGood fucking girl,ā he groans, the words punched out between ragged breaths. āLook at youātaking everything I give you.ā
Youāre beyond words now, reduced to desperate sounds as he continues his exquisite torture. When you canāt stand it anymore, you reach behind your body, guiding him back to where you need him most. He lets you, but only for a moment. With a growl that vibrates through your chest, he pushes your hand away and positions himself again, his eyes locked on to the way your body is so responsive to his. Then he leans down, lips pressing soft and slow into your shoulder, and you feel his breath warm against the curve of your neck
āPrincessā he whispers, voice cracking open at the edges, his cock still dragging slowly and torturous against your entrance. āYou can forgive me right? Shitā¦You can forgive your Wooyo right?ā
āYes,ā you gasp, hips rolling back into him helplessly. āYes, yessāfuck, I f-forgive youā¦ Wooyoung, I need you so bad, please!"
Something breaks in his expressionāall restraint shattering. He thrusts forward in one powerful motion, burying himself to the hilt with a sound that borders on a sob, hands clutching your hipsāhis grip bruising but full of desperate love. āGod, you feel so good,ā he croaks. āI missed this. I missed you. I missed you so fucking much.ā
The force of it knocks the wind out of you, the fullness so shocking you can only moan, the sound muffled by the pillow but loud enough for him to hearāmaybe for the neighbours to hear too. He doesnāt care. Neither do you.
The words degenerate into a string of curses and pleas, all dignity and composure long abandoned. Youāre reduced to this: the shudder of your hips, the filthy slickness on your thighs, the way you beg for him with every inch of your body.
Heās lost to it now, rutting into you with a violence born of weeksāmonthsāof wanting, of regret, of all the shit heās made you both suffer through in his absence. Every motion is a contradiction, a punishment and an apology, as he fucks you harder than he ever has, hips snapping so fast you barely have time to catch your breath between thrusts. His hands are everywhereāgripping your hips, yanking you back onto him, fisting in your hair, ghosting along your ribs and then down to your clit. His fingers rub you with the same desperate rhythm as his cock, no finesse, just pure, animal drive to make you cum first, to make you remember what you are together.
He doesnāt say a word at first, just grunts and breathes your name into your hair like a prayer. But when you look back at him, head turned over your shoulder, you see his face twisted in something rawer than lust. Love. His eyes are wet. He thrusts in, deeper, grinding the head of his cock against the spot inside you that makes your vision white out at the edges.
āGod, I missed you,ā he whines, the words hitching on the upstroke. āI missed you, princess, Iām sorry, Iām so fucking sorryāā He laces his apology into every movement, every thrust, trying to convince you with the force of his body how much he means it. āNo one else can have you, fuck, never anyone else, not ever, you hear me?ā His hips stutter, losing rhythm, and you know heās close, so close, but he wonāt let himself finish until you do.
He snakes his hand around your throat, the gentlest squeeze, just enough to remind you whoās in control. The pressure is perfect; you arch into it, into him, hips rocking back greedily to milk every inch of his cock. He bends over you, mouth against your ear, breath hot and frantic:
āCum for me, princess. Wanna feel you cum all over me.ā
And you do, splintering apart around him, pleasure ripping through you so hard it borders on pain. You scream, you swear, you claw at the sheets, and he fucks you through it, pace relentless, never slowing, never breaking.
Heās shaking above you, groaning your name, his hand still tangled in your hair as he thrusts a few more desperate times and then comes, deep inside you, with a guttural wail. The heat of his release is almost shocking, the way he fills you leaving no doubt that heās yours, utterly and absolutely. He stays pressed to you, sweat-slicked and trembling, for long, silent seconds, his cock twitching with aftershocks, his breath turning softer, steadier. You can feel his heart thumping against your back, the wild rhythm slowly synchronizing with yours.
He never lets you go, not even as he softens inside you. He just wraps his arms around your waist, burying his face in your neck. You canāt move, can barely breathe, but the only thing you want is to stay like this foreverāhis weight, his warmth, his love, every bit of him pressed into you until you forget where you end and he begins. Heās the apology and the forgiveness, the punishment and the reward, and you take every last bit of him, all over again, until neither of you has anything left to give.
Youāre both gasping, boneless, ruined, but itās the best kind of ruinedālike youāve been put back together again, better than you were before. He kisses your neck, soft now, lazy, like he canāt help himself, and when he finally pulls out, both of you whimper at the loss.
You shift, rolling onto your side, facing him. His face is dampāsweat, tears, who even knowsābut his eyes are clear and bright as he looks at you. He traces your jaw with a shaking finger.
āYouāre so fucking perfect,ā he breathes, voice hoarse, āand Iām never letting you go, you got that?ā
You laugh, delirious, and pull him close, your lips finding his in a kiss thatās slow and deep, the kind that says I forgive you, I want you, Iāll never be done with you. He sighs into it, like heās waited a lifetime for this, like heās never tasted anything sweeter.
And then his hand is between your legs again, gentle now, and you realize heās not done with you yet. Not even close.
But you werenāt done with him either.
āWait,ā you mumble against his lips, pulling back just enough to see his eyes. āLet me watch you.ā
Wooyoungās brow furrows, a question forming in his gaze. You slide your hand down his chest, over the damp skin, until your fingers wrap around his still-sensitive cock. He hisses, body tensing at your touch.
āWanna see you touch yourself,ā you clarify, your voice dropping to a husky whisper.
Understanding dawns across his face, followed by a slow, wicked smile that makes your stomach flip. āYeah?ā he asks, already shifting position. āYou want to watch me jerk off, baby? Naughty girl.ā
You nod, your own hand moving between your legs as you settle back against the pillows. Wooyoung sits up, kneeling between your spread thighs, his eyes never leaving yours as he wraps his hand around his length. Heās already hardening again, his cock responding eagerly to your gaze. You watch, transfixed, as his fingers begin to move, a slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip that makes his breath catch.
āFuck,ā he groans, his head falling back slightly. āPlay with yourself too, princess.ā
Youāre touching yourself now, circling your clit with teasing pressure, your other hand squeezing your breast. The sight of him pleasuring himself while watching you is intoxicatingāhis muscles flexing, his lips parted, his eyes dark with desire.
āShow meā¦shit," you urge, your voice barely audible. āShow me what you think about when Iām not around to suck you dry.ā
He moans, his pace quickening. āIām always thinking about you, ā he admits, his voice rough. āAbout your pretty mouth, your perfect tits, the way you feel when Iām inside you.ā His hand moves faster now, his breathing growing ragged. āI think about making you cumāfuck, l-love thinking about watching you fall apart because of me.ā
Your fingers move faster, matching his rhythm, the sight of him pleasuring himself pushing you closer to the edge. The room fills with the wet sounds of your mutual pleasure, your soft gasps mingling with his deeper groans.
āIām cāclose,ā you pant, your hips rising off the bed. āBaby, Iām so fucking close.ā
āMe too,ā he gasps, his hand moving furiously over his cock. āGod, the way youāre touching yourselfāfuck, I canātā"
āSo fucking goodā¦ haahāā you whimper. āCum with me.ā
His eyes lock with yours, and you see the same desperation, the same need reflected back at you. Your fingers move faster, your thumb circling your clit with just the right pressure as you watch his hand fly over his length, his body tense with impending release.
āWooyoung,ā you cry out as the first wave hits you, your body arching off the bed.
āOh god, yes youāre so hot fuuuck,ā he groans, his release spurting hot across your stomach as he watches you come undone.
Youāre both panting, chests heaving as sweat trickles down your bodies and Wooyoungās cum glistens wet and hot across your stomachābut even as you come down, the air between you only grows thicker. His eyes linger on your face, hungry and soft all at once, and you know before he says a word that he isnāt finished with you yet. He swipes his thumb through his mess, smearing it across your skin, and then lifts his hand to your lips.
āOpen,ā he murmurs, voice already roughening around the edges, and you open obediently, tongue laving over his skin, savouring the salt and the faint sweetness of him.
He watches you, transfixed, and then the hunger snaps back into focus. With a sudden, fluid motion, he grabs you by the hips and guides you onto your back, landing you with a gasp and a bounce that sends aftershocks through your spent body. For a second you just lie there, limp and loose-limbed, but Wooyoung is on you before you have time to recoverāhis mouth capturing yours in a kiss thatās all teeth and tongue and desperate, greedy possession. He devours you, biting your lower lip so hard you nearly yelp, but then heās soothing the sting with a velvet-soft lick, fingers already roaming, cupping your jaw, winding into your hair, squeezing the back of your neck until youāre gasping into his mouth.
āLast one baby,ā he rasps, voice vibrating right against your teeth. āNeed to breed your pretty pussy one last time.ā
Heās already sliding down your body, trailing open-mouthed kisses over every inch of skināyour throat, your collarbones, the peak of your tits. He bites down gently on your nipple, then flicks it with his tongue, the sensation sharp and electric and so fucking precise. He lavishes both breasts with attention, sucking bruises in places only he will see, then lets his tongue trace a hot, wet path down your torso.
He stops at your belly, swiping a finger through the sticky mess on your skin. āLook at you,ā he says, voice thick with pride and awe, and you feel your cheeks flame even as you spread your legs wider for him.
He dips his head, lapping at where his cum has pooled in your navel, and you shiver at the lewdness of it, the way he worships every part of you. When his mouth finally moves lower, youāre already shaking with anticipation, your core clenching tight, desperate for more even though you should be wrung out.
He dives between your thighs, licks a stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit, and you nearly come off the bed from the shock of it. He laughs, low and dark, and buries his face in your cunt, eating you like a man starved. His tongue is everywhere. Circling your clit, plunging inside you, mixing slick and spit and the faint metallic taste of his own release. You fist your hands in his hair, grinding your hips against his mouth, shameless in the way you beg, āMore, more... please, fuck, donāt stopāā and he doesnāt.
He works you with ruthless precision, two fingers thrusting deep while his tongue flicks rapid-fire at your clit. You feel the pressure build, so much faster than before, your legs trembling, your thighs clamping tight around his head. He holds you open, arms braced under your knees, keeping you spread and helpless as he brings you right to the brink and then eases off, just enough to drive you insane. He does it again, and again, pulling you apart, making you plead for it.
āWooāā you whimper, your voice thin and shaky. āPlease, pleaseāā
He lifts his head, lips glistening, and you see the wild satisfaction in his eyes. āYouāre so fucking pretty when you beg,ā he says, and the praise sends another rush of heat through your veins.
āPlease,ā you say again, and this time he relents, sucking your clit into his mouth and moaning around it. The vibration hits you like a lightning strike and you come hard, arching your back, crying out his name so loud you know it will echo in your ears for days. He keeps going, licking you through it, not stopping until youāre sobbing with oversensitivity and shoving at his head to make it end.
He crawls up your body, cock already hard again as he rubs it against your thigh, your stomach, the sticky aftermath on your skin. He lines himself up at your entrance, and youāre so wet, so open for him, that he slides in with barely any resistance. The stretch still hurtsājust a littleāand he winces with you, kissing your cheek, your ear, whispering, āShh, you can take it. Youāre so good for me.ā
You rake your nails down his back, desperate to pull him deeper, and he obliges, ramming into you with a force that makes the whole bed frame rattle. This time, he doesnāt pace himselfāhe fucks you with abandon, every thrust a fierce apology, a vow, a plea for forgiveness. āPretty cunt was made for me, wasn't it baby?" he growls, the words muffled against your skin, and you believe him, every time.
He shifts your legs, bends you almost in half putting you into a mean mating press, and the new angle has him thrusting right against your g-spot. You claw helplessly at his arms, nails digging crescent moons into his biceps, and he just grins, sweat beading at his hairline, loving every second of your unravelling.
"'M not going to last... I'm g'na cum holy fuck Wooyoung," you moan out, feeling yourself edging closer to your own climax.
You feel him getting closeāhis rhythm falters, his hips jerk, his breath comes in ragged gasps. He slides a hand between your bodies, thumb circling your clit, determined to take you with him.
āOh fuckāCum fāme princess, make me proud.ā
And you do, the orgasm ripping through you so violently that black spots dance at the edge of your vision. You scream, you sob, you babble his name like a prayer, and he follows, spilling inside you with a strangled cry. He shoves in deep, holds you there, and then collapses, pinning you to the mattress with the full weight of his body.
You lie like that for a long, breathless moment, your bodies trembling and tangled, sweat sticking you together, his cock still throbbing inside you as he pants in your ear. For a second you think heās fallen asleep, but then he props himself up on one elbow and looks down at you, eyes shining, lips parted as if he might start crying all over again.
He rolls you onto your side, still joined, and wraps an arm around your waist, spooning you so tight you can barely move. You reach back and stroke his hair, feeling the way his whole body melts into your touchāthe tension draining from his muscles, the way his breath evens out. The world feels impossibly far away, like itās just the two of you floating in a bed-shaped universe, nothing but heartbeats and skin and the mess youāve made of each other.
The room falls quiet, your breathing gradually slowing in tandem. Wooyoungās arm tightens around you, his lips pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. āDonāt move,ā he whispers, his voice hoarse from use. āIāll be right back.ā
He pulls out gently, and you whimper at the loss, feeling suddenly empty. But heās already sliding from the bed, his naked body glistening with sweat as he pads to the bathroom. You hear water running, and then he returns with a warm washcloth in his hand.
āLet's get you cleaned up yeah?ā he says, his eyes soft as he kneels beside you.
His touch is reverent as he cleans between your thighs, wiping away the evidence of your passion with gentle, circular motions. The warm cloth feels heavenly against your sensitive skin, and you sigh, your body relaxing into his care.
āBetter?ā he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.
You nod, too blissed-out to form words. He disappears again, returning with a glass of water that he holds to your lips. You drink greedily, not realizing how parched you were until the cool liquid slides down your throat.
āMore?ā he asks, and you shake your head.
Wooyoung sets the glass aside and moves to his dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer. He rummages through it for a moment before pulling out a faded blue t-shirt that you recognize immediately. Itās one of his oldest, the fabric soft from countless washes, the university logo barely visible anymore.
āArms up,ā he murmurs, and you comply, letting him slip the oversized shirt over your head. It falls to mid-thigh, enveloping you in his scentāthat familiar mix of his cologne and something uniquely him that makes your chest ache with tenderness. He adjusts the collar, his fingers lingering at your neck, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
āPerfect,ā he whispers, his eyes warm as they take you in.
You watch as he pulls on a pair of boxers and a simple white t-shirt, his movements languid, unhurried. Thereās something intimate about watching him dressāthe way his muscles flex beneath his skin, the casual grace of his movements. He catches you looking and says nothing, just gives you a small, tired smile before he climbs back into bed, pulling you against him. His fingers begin to trace lazy patterns on your arm, up and down, the touch so light it makes you shiver.
āI love you,ā he murmurs into your hair. āI hope you know that I adore you so much.ā
You turn in his arms to face him, finding his eyes in the dim light of the bedroom. Thereās something raw and vulnerable in his gaze that makes your heart ache.
āI know,ā you say, reaching up to brush his hair from his forehead. āI love you too.ā
He catches your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm. āIām going to do better. I promise.ā
āI believe you, I know you will,ā you whisper, and you do.
He pulls you closer, your bodies fitting together like puzzle pieces. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining. The bracelet he gave you catches the light, the tiny compass charm glinting.Ā He brings your wrist up to his lips and places a kiss on the charm, a silent reminder for you thatāll heāll always be your north. No matter where you are, heāll always be there for you.
āIāve got you,ā he coos, his voice dropping to that impossibly soft register he only uses in these moments. āIām here, I'm not going anywhere.ā
You hum in acknowledgment, too far gone for words. He softly chuckles at your sleepiness. His hand resumes its journey down your spine, each vertebra a landmark he maps with infinite patience. Another yawn overtakes you, your eyes watering at the corners. Wooyoung brushes away the tears with his thumb, his touch reverent.
āMy beautiful girl,ā he whispers. āMy whole heart.ā
A melody begins to form beneath his breathāsomething soft and wordless that you recognize from nights when sleep wouldnāt come, when anxiety gripped your throat. His chest vibrates with the sound, a lullaby composed of nothing but his love for you. Your consciousness begins to drift, the edges of your thoughts blurring like watercolours on wet paper. The scent of himāclean sweat and that cologne heās worn since the day you metāwraps around you like a second blanket.
āI love you,ā he whispers, his lips brushing your temple. āHappy anniversary, my love. I promise to make every one from now on better than the last.ā
The words follow you down into darkness, a tether to the world youāre leaving behind. The future for the both of you still holds challengesāhis career wonāt become less demanding overnight, and youāll both need to work to maintain the balance youāre rebuilding. But as Wooyoungās arms tighten around you, as you feel the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, you know youāll face those challenges together.
Because love isnāt about never making mistakes. Itās about having the courage to admit when youāre wrong, and the strength to keep trying, even when itās hard. And as the morning light spills across the tangled sheets and your intertwined bodies, you know thatās exactly what you haveānot a perfect love, but a real one.
nerd!gojo solving a rubikās cube while you edge him ! (based on this req)
āhey toru, you know how to solve a rubikās cube right?ā
āare you kidding me?! of course i do!ā he gasps, almost offended at the mere thought of you doubting his world class abilities.
āalright here!ā you toss a cube right at him, all the colours at every corner mismatched while gojo eyes you as if youāve gone insane.
he judges the cube in his hands, his mind running a mile a minute before he begins to turn each row and column between his fingers. itās easy. well, it shouldāve been.
that was until you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, your hands toying with the waistband of his pants, his cock slowly hardening while you palmed at it through his sweats.
āwāwhatāre youāā
āfocus, pretty boy.ā
you slowly dragged his sweats down, just enough to free his pretty cock from its confines, right before you spat into your palm, wrapping your hands around his pretty shaftā
āfā¦fuckāwait this isnāt fair!ā
āi thought you were supposed to be smart, toru~ donāt disappoint me.ā you cooed, slowly jerking him up and down, his poor leaky dick already throbbing in your grasp with just a few strokes.
he tried to focus on the colours of the stupid rubikās cube he had in hand, and the worst part is, he knew exactly how to solve it. but with your hand pumping him so good, all he could think about was painting your palm white.
he whimpered against you, trying to get the job done with his shaky hands, but he could feels his balls tighten, his orgasm build up with every shlick, and right as he rolled his head back, you pulled your hand awayāleaving gojo just whining at the loss.
āwāwait whyāā he whined, his head tilted back in his chair while tears pooled in his pretty eyes, the cube almost forgotten, and still a jumbled mess in his hands.
āi told you to focus, satoru. if you want me to finish you off, youāll do as i say, correct?ā your voice was laced with honey, your words so sweet and so condescending all at once while your fingers found his cock again.
he tried this time, really did, while you moved up and down, his mind entirely focused on doing exactly what you told him to do. he was anything but disobedient, after all.
he was leaking copius amounts of pre while you quickened your pace, but this time he was getting close.
and right as he set the solved cube on his desk he could feel himself cum, white spurts coating your hands and his abs, while he softly moaned your name over and over again.
you slowly moved your hand towards his lips, prying his mouth open.
āgood job, now clean up the mess you just made.ā
āyāyes maāam.ā is all that left his pretty mouth before he wrapped his pink lips around your cum stained hand.
this oneās for YOU @lynf1n1ty. @yoonsucks im so annoying hi
dividers: @/pixopix .
all works belong to @lilithkleia, do NOT copy, translate or feed to AI. lest you wish upon tojiās worm to crawl up your ass.
synopsis: You and Jongho canāt stand each other, but the universe didnāt seem to catch the signals. Everywhere you went, he was there. Friends teased you both, saying you liked each other so much that you were manifesting each other everywhere. Ugh, as if you would ever like him, right?
w.c: 9.1k~
genre: enemies? to lovers?, forced proximity (kinda), smut, college au
warnings: swearing, misunderstandings, alcohol consumption, throwing up, no use of y/n, semi-public sex, unprotected pinv (jinjja don't do it friends), creampie, thick-cock jongho (yum), a little bit of dirty talking, nicknames (sunshine), praising, plsplspls let me know if i missed anything!
a/n: this is my humble contribution to the amazing live alive collab! thank u thank u thank u sm @sungbeam for hosting this amazing event! i met such amazing people through this and i will be forever grateful for having joined<3 this fic is literally my child and the longest fic i've written in my whole life so i hope u love it as much as i do. <3
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The morning was already doomed from the start.Ā
You were woken up by the voice of your roommate, waking you up before the loud slamming of the door when she left.Ā
Sleep drained from your body instantly as your blurry gaze landed on your phone's screen, the clock reading ā8:53 AMā. āShit!ā You jumped up from the mattress, limbs tangling in the sheets in the process, before you managed to actually get up from bed.Ā
Within minutes, you were sprinting down the hallways, clothes haphazardly thrown onto your body in the middle of your rush. A string of curses made their way out of your mouth as you neared the study hall, the screen of your phone screaming at you, saying that it was already 9:02 with big ass numbers. You hoped that Mr. Yoon was slightly late as always, and he wouldnāt close the door in your nose. Your steps slowed once you neared the classroom, not wanting to further embarrass yourself by showing up completely breathless and disheveled.Ā
āAh, Ms. L/N.ā Mr. Yoon clicked his lips with his hand on the door handle of the classroom. āYouāre lucky today; had you been five seconds later, youād be staring through the window.ā He moved out of the way to let you in. The crimson in your face was obvious, and it instantly drained when you saw the only seat available in the whole classroom.
Since when did everyone show up to this class?
āMorning, sunshine. So graceful of you to grant us your presence.ā You sucked in a deep breath as you sat down on the chair, counting to ten mentally while trying to align every chakra in your body to not punch him square in the face in the middle of the classroom.
āUgh, shut up, Jongho. Iām in no mood to deal with you,ā he snickered at your words, watching you glare at him, finding you cute even while snapping at him.Ā
āCome on, what happened to you? Rough night? Were you up all night thinking about me?ā The mere thought sent shivers down your spine, a grimace on your features as you took out your study material.Ā
āPlease, as if I would ever.ā You snorted slightly, shifting your entire focus to the class that was already starting, so that you could earnestly ignore him.Ā
The class went by smoothly, Mr. Yoon talking about the different types of property law while you took notes, focused on his words. A small crease between your eyebrows appeared while you read some cases the professor had mentioned, which Jongho found devastatingly adorable. Still, he was never going to admit it out loud.Ā
āThis project is quite important for your grade,ā Mr. Yoon continued explaining once the time for the classās end was nearing, moving over to his desk, picking up his glasses, and setting them low on his nose before picking up a piece of paper with some letters scribbled on it. āItāll run all semester, and you will do it in pairs.ā He emphasized, looking over the rim of his glasses at his students.
He began reading names off it, a groan dying at the back of your throat when you realized he had chosen the pairs, bummed that you probably wouldnāt be paired up with one of your friends. Your ears perked up when you heard your name, body still as you waited for the next name to be read off the paper.Ā
ā...Choi Jongho,ā he finished reading, making your blood run hot, and your eyes roll as Mr. Yoon calmly took off his glasses and set them on his desk with the piece of paper. āYou will all work together, during the duration of this assignment, and before any of you ask, no, you may not switch partners at any point. Youāre adults, and you should learn to work with people you donāt like.ā You bit back a groan as you threw your head back, already feeling irritated at the thought of being stuck with Jongho, even more, for the rest of the semester.Ā
āYouāre all dismissed, have a good day.ā Mr. Yoon swept his hair back and began gathering his things, most of the students scrambling out the moment the words left him. You continued gathering your things, shoving them down into your bag.Ā
āSee you soon, sunshine.ā Jongho slung his backpack on one of his shoulders, shooting you a small smile that only made you roll your eyes.
āHopefully not, Jongho.ā You stood up, walking past him as you hung your bag on your shoulder. Leaving him there, with a small smile on his face as you walked away.Ā
Ugh, youāre so endearing sometimes.Ā
The following week had been pure suffering, as you would describe it. You and Jongho, stuck in the library for hours on end, slowly making progress on your project. It was a personal hell of yours; you were sure you would end up with wrinkles by the end of the semester, given how much scowling and grimacing you were doing at him.Ā
āNo, Jongho. Thatās not the way weāre supposed to do it.ā You argued, pointing to the document containing the project's instructions.Ā
āYes, but this way itāll look better, and the professor will be satisfied either way,ā he argued back, sliding his own laptop where the shared document was. You sucked in a deep breath, a hand coming to scratch the back of your head, asking every god to give you patience, because if they gave you strength, you might strangle him.Ā Ā
āThat makes no sense, Jongho. Just do it the way the instructions say.ā Your hand slid down to rub your temple. The clicking of his tongue reached your ears, and you sighed. āDo it.ā
āFine, no need to get feisty, sunshine.ā he lifted his hands in mock defeat, running one of them through his soft black hair.Ā
This was going to be a long semester.Ā
āāĖļ½”ā
āI just canāt believe he paired us together, Woo.ā Your eyes rolled, leaning your head on Wooyoungās shoulder while you walked around campus.Ā
āRelax, itāll be over before you notice,ā he ran a hand through your hair. āBesides, what could be so daunting about working with him anyway?ā he quirked a brow, curious as usual.Ā
āHeās just an asshole.ā Your own brows creased, nose scrunching at the same time. āAnd he should leave me the fuck alone.ā
āI never really understood what happened between the two of you.ā Wooyoung shrugged, āYou went on like one date, and then you came back hating himā¦Wait, he didnāt do anything to you, right?ā His steps stilled immediately, his brows furrowed in concern as his hands wrapped around your shoulders to still you.Ā
āNo, and it wasnāt a date. And I never liked him; in fact, I hate him.ā Wooyoung frowned, as if his face was saying, Seriously? āWhat?ā his hands lifted off your shoulders, holding them up and shrugging.Ā
āNothing, I just donāt really remember you hating him.ā The blood rushed to your cheeks, one of your hands coming to shove him, as a way to shut him up. āIn fact, I remember you running around your room, not knowing what to wear.āĀ
āWell, I do.ā Your voice was firm, rolling your eyes as you continued walking towards the library.Ā
Ms. Lim, the librarian, had hired you as her assistant, or at least one of them. She kept mentioning the past couple of days that a new person was coming to help you out, and they were just sorting out their schedules.Ā
āWhat the hell are you doing here?ā Your brows creased at the sight of Jongho, two hours early from your scheduled meeting at the library.Ā
āI can come to the library, you know? This is a public study space.ā He arched a brow, barely sparing you a glance as he walked past you.Ā
āYou? Studying? Please. You'd need neurons for that,ā you scoffed, matching his step as he neared the empty front desk.Ā
āWhere's Ms. Lim?ā he ignored your words as he leaned on the wood, his thick-rimmed glasses sliding slightly down his nose.Ā
āNot here, clearly.ā You rolled your eyes at him, walking around the desk and setting your hands on the wood. āWhat do you want, Jongho?ā You cocked your head to the side, clearly unamused by his presence in your otherwise peaceful and quiet library.Ā
āShe asked me to come here, Iām helping her out as one of her assistants,ā he pointed his words with a small smile, cocking his own head to the side.Ā
āYou're kidding.āĀ
āNope.āĀ
āWell, you're fired, thank you very much.ā You shrugged, turning to the computer, clicking the mouse around, and tapping at some letters on the keyboard, pretending to do something.Ā
āUh-huh. Where is she?ā he pressed, leaning forward over the desk just a little bit more, trying to peer into the screen of the monitor.Ā
āOut.ā
āLet me guess, youāre one of her assistants too, huh?ā He ran a hand through his hair before using his pointer and middle finger to slide his glasses up his nose, a small smile curling his lips, apparently, finding your despair amusing.Ā
āIām her only assistant, youāre fired. Remember?ā Your smile was nothing but fake, but it only made Jonghoās heart skip a beat. It had been so long since he saw your crescent-shaped eyes looking at him while your plump lips curled in that sweet smile you had.Ā
Jongho just nodded, āSure.ā He walked around the desk, throwing his backpack beside yours on the floor, and rested his hands on the thick wood.Ā
You were for sure going to strangle him soon.Ā
āāĖļ½”ā
āOkay, you have to tell me.ā Wooyoung looked at you through the mirror, fixing his own clothes.Ā
The cool air was seeping through the windows as you both got ready for a frat party you usually didn't go to, but Wooyoung had convinced you that you needed to let off some steam.Ā
āTell you what, Woo?ā you looked at him through your own mirror, arching a brow as you rummaged through your makeup.Ā
āWhy you hate him, Sushi.ā he turned to look at you, the damn nickname he had given you in high school after a much-too-passionate discussion about that very same type of dish, making you crinkle your nose.Ā
āDon't call me that.ā Your eyes rolled as you stretched your back, turning to look back at him, too. āAnd I already told you, I just do.āĀ
āWhat happened on that date?ā He pressed, hands falling to his sides as he walked to sit down on your bed, the mattress dipping below him.Ā
āWaitā¦Did you go on a date with Jongho?ā San asked, stopping his mindless scrolling on his phone as he inched closer to his boyfriend, resting his blonde head on Wooyoungās lap.Ā
āIt wasn't a date. See what you're doing?ā You hissed at Wooyoung. āYou need to drop it already.ā Your eyes rolled for the umpteenth time as you turned back to the mirror and finished your makeup.Ā
āI just want to know what made you hate him so much all of a sudden, Sushi. That's not something that happens just because.ā He pressed once more, being met with your glare through the mirror. His hands lifted in surrender as he pulled out his phone, deciding not to push your buttons more. āYou're going to the pre-game?āĀ
Your brow arched through the mirror. āWhat pre-game?ā Wooyoung whined as he dropped his head back.Ā
āThe pre-game I told you Sannie, and I are hostinggg.ā He dragged out the syllable as he looked at you. āWe're getting drinks and playing the bottle game.āĀ
āThe bottle game? What are we, in seventh grade?ā You scoffed as you sprayed setting spray on your face. Your eyes opened again to see Wooyoung deadpanning.Ā
āI don't even know why I try with you anymore,ā he sighed, deflating and checking his phone. āCāmon, babe. Hwa hyung, Sullyoon, and her girl are on their way to the apartment.ā He nudged San's head with his hip, prompting him to get up. āSee you later, Sushi. Don't be a wimp and go to the fucking party, or I will come back here and drag you out.ā He blew a kiss into the air as he and San walked out of your room.Ā
A sigh left your lips as the front door slammed shut. You turned around, eyes falling flat on the bear plushie you kept in your bedroom for a reason you didn't know yet. You walked towards it and wrapped your hands around it.Ā
āYou should know that your father is an idiot.ā You talked to the lifeless animal, a crease in between your brows.Ā
Because Wooyoung was right, you didn't hate Jongho without reason, and you did go on a date with him.Ā
But those were simpler times.Ā
āāĖļ½”ā
āSushi, relax.ā Wooyoung mindlessly scrolled on his phone, giggling as you took clothes out of your closet like in a classic coming-of-age movie.Ā
āHow can I relax? He's coming in an hour, and I still don't know what to wear, Woo,ā you whined as you continued rummaging through the scattered clothes.Ā
āHeās Jongho, he'll still think you're cute with whatever you wear.ā his half-assed reassurance only made you roll your eyes while pulling out a shirt and some pants. You held them up, a silent question aimed at him, and his face lit up, nodding immediately at your suggestion.Ā
Once the outfit situation was sorted, you continued getting ready, quickly pushing Wooyoung out the door before Jongho was supposed to arrive.Ā
āCall me after! And use protection!ā He cackled as you pushed him out the door, blood rushing to your cheeks as you slammed the door on his nose, running back to your room and checking your phone to see if Jongho had texted.Ā
jjongā” : i just saw wooyo lol
jjongā” : u can come out whenever ur ready sunshine
jjongā” : ill wait for uĀ
Your heartbeat drummed in your ears, and heat pooled in your cheeks as you checked yourself out in the mirror one last time before coming out of your house. Smiling as you saw him standing outside your apartment, his thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose as he ran a hand through his grown-out red locks.Ā
āHey.ā You cringed immediately at your choice of words, nose crinkling as you locked your door shut behind you, a soft blush in your cheeks as you walked over to where he was leaning on the hood of his car.Ā
The beautiful black of the Bronco catching the light and making it bounce on him, making him look absolutely dreamy.Ā
āHi, sunshine.ā Your cheeks burned at the nickname. āYou look beautiful today, too.ā He smiled, walking over and standing beside the passenger door, opening the door for you whenever you were ready.Ā
āThanks, Jjong.ā A shy smile ran your features as you got in his car, hands instantly coming to smooth the fabric of your jeans once the door closed, exhaling a breath you hadn't noticed you were holding while Jongho walked around the car, a hand running again through his half-red locks almost instinctively.Ā
āSo, the plan for today is coffee and then visit the fair downtown, ās that still okay with you, sunshine?ā He asked while turning on the ignition of the car, his voice sweet as honey, making you shiver with nerves and excitement.Ā
āYes, that sounds really nice, actually.ā And with that, the car came to life with a soft but steady hum of the engine, all of the lights turning on for a couple of seconds before the unnecessary ones turned off.Ā
Jongho began driving, making quick and simple conversation with you, telling you about how Yeosang kept turning off all of the lights in their apartment before turning them back on again, and then turning them all off again. And you both fell into such a nice rhythm of conversation that you didn't notice his hand slightly snaking down until he covered your own that was limp and relaxed beside your thigh, palm to knuckles as he rubbed absent traces along your fingers.Ā
You both ultimately decided to skip the coffee shop and go straight to the fair, as the sunset was nearing. Once you arrived and the soft hum of the engine stopped, you took off your seatbelt and turned half of your body to open the door, stopping yourself when you heard the door slam beside you and saw Jongho almost jogging as he rounded the car, quickly opening the door for you.Ā
āThanks,ā the heat in your cheeks was obvious, but if anyone said anything, you'd attribute it to the cool November air.Ā
āYou're welcome, sunshine.ā He bowed his head jokingly, the nickname that had started as a tease almost becoming more popular than your name in Jongho's vocabulary.Ā
The rest of the afternoon was a fever dream. Jongho was nothing but a gentleman, remembering little details you had previously shared with him, like the kind of drinks you liked, the kind of games you enjoyed, and whether you liked plushies or not. Which is how you ended up with a small bear in between your arms, smiling as you kissed Jongho's cheek shyly, thanking him for winning it for you.Ā
āHowāre you gonna name him?ā He offered his arm for you to loop yours around, a soft smile on his lips when you did just that.Ā
āHmmā¦ā Your index finger flew to your chin while you pondered. Pink tinging your cheeks as you thought of the perfect name. āJjongbear.ā A full-on belly laugh escaped you when you saw his bewildered expression.Ā
āI'll allow it only because you're adorable.āĀ
For you, this was just the beginning of a beautiful relationship you and Jongho would have.Ā
You didn't expect it to end so fast.Ā
āāĖļ½”ā
The loud music boomed in your chest, slightly wincing at the sea of people dancing in the frat house. You made your way to the kitchen immediately, needing alcohol to run through your system as soon as humanly possible. You and Jongho had been working together for almost two weeks now, not only on your shared project but also as assistants in the library, and you werenāt sure whether you were going to finish the semester or be jailed for manslaughter.Ā
āUgh, you shouldāve been there, Sushi. Mingi came out like he had been pulled out of that closet by the dick.ā Wooyoung cackled as he arrived, wrapping his arms around your hips and resting his chin on your shoulder. āI give them an hour, tops, and then theyāll fuck.ā He unwrapped himself from you and rounded the table, grabbing an empty Red Solo cup so that he could pour his poison of choice for the night.Ā
You giggled at his choice of words, chugging the drink you were nursing in your hands. āThey probably will, and youāll probably leave me for Sannie too.ā Your top lip pursed in mock disgust. Wooyoung almost choked on his drink, fighting off a loud cackle.Ā
āProbably,ā he smiled smugly, raising his cup into the air before taking a sip, the burn of the alcohol sending shivers down his spine before groaning out like an old man, making you giggle.Ā
āWhat are you staring at, bro?ā Sanās voice made Jongho jump out of his skin, startled and embarrassed to be caught red-handed.Ā
āI-Iām not staring.ā He answered with pink cheeks as he swirled the cold beer bottle in between his fingers, tracing absent-minded lines in the condensation of the dark glass.
āYou āa hundred percentā are,ā San stated matter-of-factly, looking in the direction Jongho had been, a small smile curling his lips once he noticed he was staring at you and Wooyoung. āAh, I see. The one-sided love.āĀ
Jonghoās cheeks burned at his words. āShut up.ā He took a swig of his beer, hoping that the cool malt drink would calm the heat in his cheeks. āShe looks good tonight.ā He shrugged. Suddenly, the rest of the ingredients and the calories displayed in the half-wet tag on the glass were the most interesting thing in the world. āAnd it didn't used to be one-sided.ā
āYou look amazing tonight.ā Wooyoung's words made you blush, hiding your face behind your cup while you took a sip of the liquid. āThat skirt makes your ass look great.āĀ
āWooyoung! Don't you have a boyfriend?ā You laughed, looking over your shoulder, feeling eyes on you.Ā
āI do, but Iām also your best friend, so I'm entitled to tell you those kinds of things.ā He shrugged, extending his hand for you to take. āCome, let's dance. Maybe you'll end up abandoning Sannie and me tonight for someone else.ā He poked your cheek, pulling you out of the kitchen once your hand wrapped around his.Ā
You continued looking around, feeling a pair of eyes looking at you from afar. Once your gaze fell on a particular set of chocolate-brown eyes, your top lip pursed in dislike. āUgh, why is he staring?ā You nudged Wooyoung, voice loud over the music filling the room.Ā
āBecause you look hot,ā he looked in the direction you were discreetly pointing towards, a smirk curling his lips once he saw his boyfriend approaching your so-called nemesis for life. āAnd so does he.āĀ
Your brows furrowed, trying to catch a clearer glimpse of how Jongho looked, something that didn't go unnoticed for Wooyoung. āH-he looks like an idiot.ā Your gaze cowered almost immediately, walking through the crowd and settling on a small space that housed both of you.Ā
āA hot idiot.ā
āFuck off.āĀ
And with that, the night went on. Jongho felt his heart thrumming in his chest, heat burning beneath his skin, thoughts racing, cursing whatever it was he'd done to upset you so much, wishing he had never done it so you could be his.Ā
He wished it were him dancing with you, his hands wrapped around your waist as you enjoyed yourself, admiring how the lights bounced off your skin and the way your clothes hugged every curve of your body. He was jealous of the people who could be by your side right now, dancing with you, making you laugh, giving you drinks.Ā
He hated them.Ā
He hated them all. But what he hated the most was that you werenāt his
It got to a point where he couldnāt help himself. He didnāt care if you hated him more after.Ā
He noticed them before you did, two sets of eyes ogling from the other side of the party, āhe believed their names were Jay and Jake, as his faces seemed familiar from the frat he tried to join last semester, before it all went to shit with youāĀ He saw them, their eyes raking over your body as you continued dancing without a care in the world, a soft sheen of sweat covering your skin making it shine under the lights.Ā
Jonghoās jaw was tense, he knew there was technically nothing he could do to stop them. He wasnāt your boyfriend, shit, you didnāt even like the man. But still, he couldnāt stop himself when he saw the way you turned to talk to them; eyes glassy, lips parted slightly, and a soft smile that made him clench his fists until his knuckles turned white.Ā
āAre you Jonghoās coworker?ā The two tall men beside you asked, crowding your vision and your space.Ā
āTsk. Iām nothing of Jonghoās.ā You were quick to answer, your brain feeling fuzzy at the edges from the alcohol. āWe do work together, but Iād rather get shot in the hand than be anything more.ā Your words earned you some roguish smiles from the two guys, one of them leaning āa little too closeā for you to hear him over the speaker.Ā
āSo that means youāre alone tonight?ā His breath fell on your neck, leaving goosebumps in his wake. Your gaze shifted, looking for Wooyoung, who was about three feet away, lifting his glass as if he were saluting.Ā
āMaybāāĀ
āHey, man. Didnāt think Iād see you both here.ā Jonghoās voice made your stomach churn, the smirk on your lips falling into a displeased frown as you turned around to face him. He dapped up the two guys, āwhose names you had yet to learnā completely ignoring your scowl and the guysā awkwardness as they slowly walked away a couple of seconds later.Ā
āSo not only do you never leave me fucking alone on campus, but you also have to bother me at a party?ā You chugged whatever was left in your cup, not even feeling the burn in your throat anymore.Ā
āYou didnāt see the way they were looking at you, sunshine. Iām just trying to look out for you.ā His voice was low, only for you to hear. āCome, Iāll take you home. Youāre hammered already.ā He extended his hand, prompting you to take it.Ā
āYouāre wrong.ā He wasnāt. āAnd Iām not going anywhere with you.ā You tsked before you hiccupped and slurred your words, turning your back on him. āAnd stop fucking calling me that, Iām not your sunshine anymore.ā You turned back quickly, your head spinning given how fast you moved, and then you left, walking away to find Wooyoung.Ā
He didnāt chase after you because you were right.Ā
But that didnāt mean he was going to stop looking after you, making sure you were safe from a distance. He saw you find Wooyoung, wrapping your arms lazily around his shoulders, surprising him. He saw the smile on Wooyoung's lips that mirrored yours, and his jaw clenched. He felt jealous, not of Wooyoung, of course, but of the fact that he could make you smile like that, without a care in the world, like he used to do.Ā
He saw you, dancing, drinking even more, and it was a miracle the beer bottle he continued nursing in his hands hadnāt burst, given how hard he was gripping it. āJust go over there, man.ā He jolted at Hongjoongās words, looking at him with furrowed brows. āHow long are you gonna wait ātill you do something? Or are you just gonna let her hate you without apparent reason for the rest of your life?ā Jongho was stunned into silence. Hongjoong was always a very straightforward person when tipsy. āIām tired of seeing you mop around for her because youāre not man enough yet to talk to her.āĀ
āIt's not really that easy when she doesn't even want to hear about me.ā Jongho hisses out, jaw set as he kept looking in your direction, eyes narrowing when he saw Wooyoung stepping away and leaving you to dance with a random dude.Ā
āWell, if you never man up, you'll lose her, bro.ā Hongjoong tapped his shoulder with slightly more strength than needed, making him take a couple of steps forward to keep his balance. Jongho breathed out a long sigh, taking in the words of his hyung.Ā
Meanwhile, you were having the time of your life.
If you werenāt hammered before, you definitely were now. Alcohol ran through your veins, your brain felt fuzzy, and your body felt lighter than it should ever be. You felt a pair of hands on your hips, a crotch brushing on your ass as your body moved to the rhythm of the music. You felt multiple eyes on you, but you didn't care, not when you felt so at ease and relaxed for the first time in a while.Ā
You heard some words being whispered against your sweat-slick skin, although you werenāt really sure of the owner of the voice or even what they were saying; your focus was on the music and on the lightness of your body. You felt a hand wrap around your wrist, pulling you away and all the way out of the party, the cool midnight breeze hitting you immediately.Ā
āHey!ā A sharp voice echoed behind you, making the person who was pulling you out stop for just a moment. āThe fuck are you going?ā Wait, you knew that voice. Even in your fuzzy state, you would recognize that voice anywhere.
Jongho.
āIām just taking her home, man.ā A strange voice beside you replied, tone uneasy as if they had been caught red-handed. You turned to face the stranger with furrowed brows, trying to make out who this person was.Ā
āTell me her name.ā Jonghoās tone was sharp like a blade, his fists clenched at his sides as he watched the man beside you scoff, almost bothered by his intervention.Ā
āWhy do you care? You her boyfriend or something?ā The stranger tightened his hold on your wrist slightly, making you wince in pain. Even in your drunken and fuzzy state, you realized that you did not know the man holding your wrist right now, forcing your hand out of his grasp quickly, making him stumble a little, definitely not expecting you to do that.Ā
āHe is.ā Your words slurred, and Jonghoās breath got knocked out of him. The crease of his brows eased, and his lips parted in surprise, all words dying in his throat at your drunken words. āGet the fuck away fāme, I donā even know you.ā You stumbled your steps towards Jongho, who was quick to escape his trance and meet you in the middle, catching you right before you tripped on your own feet.Ā
āWhatever, bro.ā The stranger scoffed and walked away, leaving you there, with Jonghoās hands around you, avoiding your imminent fall.Ā
āLet me take you home, sunshine.ā Jonghoās voice was almost pleading. He hoped you would remember calling him your boyfriend in the morning. His heart was doing somersaults in his chest, even though he was well aware it was a lie, and you would probably never see him that way again.Ā
āLeave me alone, Jongho.ā You pushed him away, scowl on your face. āI jusā said that shit so heād leave me alone.ā You admitted, your slurred words hitting him square in the chest. ā ām not gonna be stupid enough to fall for you again. And Iām not your fuckinā sunshine!ā You hissed out, swatting at his chest. āYou will never be my boyfriend, Choi Jongho, I hate you!ā You spat out in anger, heavy tears rimming in your eyes as you continued swatting his chest.Ā
āIām not leaving you alone in the street, let me at least find Woo-āĀ
āI donāt need your fuckinā help, bro! I need you to fuckinā leave me alone!ā You stumbled backwards, making space in between your bodies. Perhaps your words were being too harsh, but then again, you were drunk, and you didnāt exactly have that voice in your head that made you think before you speak.Ā
Because if you werenāt drunk, you wouldāve seen the effect your words were having. Random people eavesdropping and whispering about what you were saying, Jonghoās ears red from humiliation, and a small flicker of hurt in his eyes. And the worst part? Jongho thought you probably wouldnāt even remember.Ā
āHey, there youāā Wooyoung came out of the frat house, hair messy ā as if someoneās hands had been tangled in his red locksā and out of breath, wincing instantly when he saw the scene. He quickly shortened the distance between you and rested his hand on Jonghoās shoulder. āDonāt worry, man. Weāll take her home.ā His voice was low enough for the dark-haired man to hear, and as if he was summoned, San appeared behind his boyfriend, giving Jongho a reassuring nod.
Jongho sighed out, long and deep, before nodding and turning his back on the friend trio, walking towards his car, leaving you safe with Wooyoung and San, which was all he cared about, really, that you were safe.
Shortly after he left, and Wooyoung and San managed to get you inside an Uber, you arrived at your apartment with hot, thick tears running down your face. Babbles and sobs were the only things coming out of your mouth as your friends tried to change your clothes and get you to bed.Ā
āCāmon, Sushi.ā Wooyoung cooed while rubbing your back with one hand, the other one holding your hair up as you emptied the contents of your stomach in the toilet. āWe got you, itās okay.ā He reassured, offering you a glass of water after you were done.Ā
You were going to wake up like shit.Ā
And not only because of the headache you were for sure going to have, but because you will remember.Ā
You had never been the āblack-outā type of drunk, no matter how much you drank. Which meant you would remember, from the moment you affirmed that Jongho was your boyfriend to a complete stranger, to the moment you berated him in the middle of the street, up until this moment, of you, lying in bed awake, far more sober than when you arrived, thinking about how he looked at you.
How his eyes shone when he heard you slur out those two words and stumble towards him, and how he looked at you like you had fucking kicked his puppy once you two were alone.Ā
You had your issues with the man, but why did seeing his face like that hurt your chest so much?Ā
No, no, heās Choi Jongho, the man you swore you would hate until the last of your days.Ā
āāĖļ½”āĀ
The library had finally quieted down after a particularly awkward shift. Ms. Lim was out sick and had tasked you and Jongho with managing the library for the couple of days sheād be out.Ā
As if dealing with Jongho on a daily basis wasnāt enough, Ms. Lim had decided to fall sick, leaving you with the man you had publicly berated outside of a frat party while drunk, had a complicated history with, and couldnāt seem to fucking escape.
āReady to close up?ā Jonghoās tone was slightly nervous; this was the first time in the whole day he was trying to make conversation, his hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck.Ā
You barely spared a glance at him as you pointed to the āreturned booksā cart behind you, āoverflowing as alwaysā while you continued typing away at the computer. āWe also have to work on Mr. Yoon's project.ā Your tone was barely there, words sharp as you barely paid any attention to him.Ā
āYeah, right.ā His gaze avoided you like the plague. There was a strange feeling stirring in your chest. Were you sick?
āGet rid of the stragglers so that we can work on that and I can get out of here.ā You ordered, and he nodded, kindly approaching the couple of students that remained in the library with their heads buried in books.Ā
You paid no mind to him, only side-eyeing him every couple of seconds. Just to make sure he was actually getting rid of the people so that you could get out of here, of course. But a particular interaction made you turn your head to see better.Ā
Most students were gathering their things and leaving the library just as Jongho had politely asked them to, but he had approached a table occupied solely by a girl with a soft crease between her brows that eased when Jongho tapped his finger on her shoulder lightly. You couldn't hear what they were saying to each other; you could only see Jonghoās soft smile and her cheeks blush, and you scowled. A small giggle of hers reached your ears. What was so fucking funny?Ā
āIf you're done flirting, the library's closed.ā Before you could stop yourself, your feet had led the way all the way to a couple of steps beside Jongho, making him turn to you wide-eyed as the girl's cheeks burned crimson and she began gathering her things quickly. āYou and I still have shit to do, cāmon.ā You pointed your head to the side, motioning towards the front desk.Ā
āHave a g-good night, you two.ā The girl shyly nodded before slinging her bag on her shoulder and leaving the library with quick steps.Ā
Once the heavy oak slammed shut, you turned around, walking towards the light switches, turning the overhead lighting off and leaving just the dim lighting of the hallways between the bookshelves. Jongho was quick to follow you, with his brows furrowed in confusion.Ā
āWhat the fuck was that?ā He followed you all the way back to the front desk, watching you pick up your laptop and some papers, your shoulder brushing his as you walked past him towards the law bookshelf, where you both normally sat on the floor to make progress on your project.Ā
āWhat the fuck was what?ā The strange feeling kept stirring in your chest; perhaps you were coming down with something. You carefully left your things on the floor, not meeting his gaze as you browsed for one of the books you wanted to use for your project.Ā
āDon't play stupid. I wasn't flirting with her, I don't even know her.ā His hands flailed around, trying to catch your attention as you kept looking around the bookshelf for the book. āI don't even know why I am explaining myself to you, ās not like you're my girlfriend or something.āĀ
āPlease. As if I would ever be stupid enough to be, don't make me laugh.ā You finally turned to face him, closer than you'd expected to be. You took in his expression, a flicker of hurt passed through his eyes, but it was quick to turn into frustration.Ā
āWhat the hell is your problem?ā He took a step closer, voice low as his eyes searched for yours.
āYou are! You have been my problem, all semester long, and you will be until itās over!ā You took a step closer to him, your eyes shooting daggers into his.Ā
āYou react as if youāre not a pain in my ass yourself!ā He snapped, taking one step closer. Your breaths mixing at the closeness. You scowled, your eyes bouncing back and forth between his eyes, taking in his beautiful chocolate orbs, the crease in between his eyebrows.Ā
You knew it now, you were jealous.Ā
Seething with jealousy, that is. By the way he just made a simple conversation with that girl, making her laugh and blush, just like you used to at his words. Was it just that easy for him?Ā
āHow am I a pain in your ass? You're the one who won't leave me the fuck alone!ā Your voices were much louder than they needed to be, thank god you cleared the library before. You couldn't live with the embarrassment and the afterthought of having yelled at him in public twice.Ā
āYou're the one who's acting like a child all of a sudden!ā His nose scrunched, nowāblack hair falling over his forehead after his hands ran through his locks in frustration. Your eyes were locked on his, his chocolate orbs dark with fury and something else you couldn't describe yet. Jongho was exasperating, but up close, he was breathtaking.Ā
His tan skin glowed in the golden lighting of the library, his plump, pink lips slightly parted. Your eyes traveled back up to his, realizing his own gaze had traveled down to your lips. The knot between his eyebrows had softened, his eyes staring into yours with an expression you didnāt have time to name, because when you noticed, his lips were on yours.Ā
His lips tasted of honey, and a pent-up frustration you felt deep in your bones. Your hands had fisted his shirt near the midriff, scrunching up the fabric, while his own hands had tangled in your hair, softly tugging at the unruly strands that wrapped around his fingers.Ā
Your heartbeat was drumming in your ears. You hated Choi Jongho, right?Ā
Why didnāt you stop? Why didnāt you want him to?
The familiarity of his lips against yours didnāt ease the tension in your shoulders, muscles on fire at how strained they were. Your lips parted, and he took it as an invitation to slip his tongue in your mouth, a soft moan reaching his ears, making him shudder.Ā
Seconds after, the kiss broke, a small trail of saliva connecting your lips while you both looked at each other with parted lips, wide eyes, and shallow breathing. āWhatthefāā is all you could get out before his hands slipped from your hair and cradled your jaw, interrupting every thought you had.Ā
āTell me you donāt want this.ā His eyes searched for yours, āTell me you donāt want me, tell me you hate me, and Iāll leave and leave you alone once and for all.ā His tone was almost pleading. You could feel the slight tremble in his hands, the almost imperceptible hesitation in his voice.Ā
I do, I hate you. Were the words you wanted to say. Instead, they got caught in your throat as your lips crashed into his once more, hands balling up the fabric of his shirt as you pulled him flush to you. āI want you.ā You whispered on his lips, and while the rational part of you was screaming at you in your head, the part of you that thought with your heart was dancing in glee.Ā
A soft sigh of pleasure left his lips, doubt slipping away from his mind as you kissed. His hands began roaming your body, softly squeezing the flesh at your waist, as if trying to ground himself, an effort that proved futile as a small moan rolled off your lips right into his, making his pants feel tighter than they already were.Ā
His lips began trailing down your jaw, stopping just above your pulse point, and leaving small open-mouthed kisses in the skin as your hands wrapped around his midnight locks, softly tugging at the roots.Ā
Jonghoās hands sat low on your hips, his hold dizzying as he continued leaving small kisses all across your neck and collarbones as much as your shirt allowed him to. āJ-Jjongā¦ā your soft mewl reached his ears and travelled all the way down to his cock, twitching in his pants at the sound of the nickname.Ā
A soft hum rumbled deep in his chest as he leaned back, quickly removing your shirt in a swift motion, his eyes travelled through your torso, admiring the way your skin basked in the soft amber hue of the library lighting. You cowered, hands slowly coming up to cover yourself, āNo, no. Donāt do that, cāmon.ā Jongho wrapped his hands on your wrists, letting your shirt fall to the carpeted floor beneath you. āYouāre beautiful, sunshine.ā His velvety voice sent a shiver down your spine, letting your hands fall to your sides as you felt the heat creep up your neck.Ā
Your hands reached to tug on his own shirt, the black fabric wrinkled after your frantic hold on it. He helped you take it off, his own cheeks burning once the fabric fell somewhere on the floor. Your eyes widened, taking in his figure, his golden-bronzed skin glowing in the libraryās low lighting. He wasnāt precisely toned, but his body was admirable, making your gaze linger for much longer than it should have.Ā
The kisses became more frantic, desperate. While a shy hand palmed him over the fabric of his pants, a notāsoāshy one sneaked behind your back to unclasp your bra, his cool hands covering the skin of your breasts once the fabric fell to the rug, sending shivers down your spine as he kneaded the sensitive skin and rolled your nipples with his index and middle finger, small moans rolling off your lips. You couldnāt believe you were doing this to Choi fucking Jongho, the man you swore to never see with eyes that held something other than hatred, and in the fucking library. You just hoped that there werenāt cameras.Ā
Most of the clothes were quickly discarded, and now you had your legs wrapped around Jonghoās waist, his hands splayed on your thighs as his lips swallowed yours in a dizzying kiss, your hips rolling every so often, your core, only now covered by your panties, meeting the tip of his cock, still covered by the fabric of his boxers.Ā
Soft mewls and whines rolled off your lips as the friction became overbearing, feeling the all-too-familiar coil in your belly tighten, āJjong, p-please.ā You almost didnāt recognize your voice as you begged, Jongho looking at you with a fucking smirk curling his lips as he took a step forward, your back meeting the cold wood of the bookshelf. One of his hands snaked down between your bodies to be able to pull his boxers down, just enough to free his cock, the tip hitting your clothed core in a way that had you feeling like a livewire. You looked down andā
What. The. Fuck.Ā
What an absolute fucking of a monster cock did he have. Not only was it above average, but it was thick. So fucking thick that you were almost certain he was going to split you in two, but your mind was far too gone to care.Ā
Jonghoās lips curled in a full-on grin, āYouāre staring.āĀ
āYouāre fucking huge.āĀ
āIāll take care of you, donāt worry.ā He let out a small giggle while pulling your panties to the side, rubbing his fat cock across your folds, making you whine. Asshole.Ā
He gathered enough slick onto his shaft to push inside slowly, a cry leaving your lips as you felt the stretch, his cock quite literally splitting you into two. āYouāre a good girl. You can take it, right, sunshine?ā The nickname you had come to despise in your daily life made you clench around him, forcing him inside just a little bit more, pulling a groan out of him.Ā
āSh-ut the fuck up.ā A broken cry came out as he continued pushing inside, your head falling back and leaning into the old wooden shelf. He popped a brow at you, rolling his hips a little bit more, making you moan loudly.Ā
āSuch a good girl and such a filthy mouth.ā He tutted as his hips continued rolling, sliding in and out slowly. He wasnāt even all the way in yet, and you already felt like you were about to explode.Ā
He bottomed out, and a loud groan rumbled deep in his chest, a cry reverberating through your vocal cords as you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix in a way that had you seeing stars behind your closed eyelids.Ā
āJ-Jonghoā¦fuck. Move,ā you moaned, eyebrows knitted in pleasure as you tried rolling your hips into him. Head too far gone to think about what you were doing.Ā
āLook at you, taking my cock so good after telling everyone you hate me.ā He fucking cooed, and you clenched around his cock. He began pulling out as much as he could while still holding you up in his arms, and he slammed back into you.g
Your moans quickly filled the quiet, empty library. The obscene sounds reverberated in the wide space as Jongho continued slamming into you, wet, slopping sounds reaching your ears as you held on to the bookshelf for dear fucking life.Ā
Jongho felt the muscles in his thighs on fire, and the position was becoming unbearable. Much to your dismay, he pulled out, and you whined, your breathing shallow as he steadied you on the floor, your knees buckled, your stance stumbling as your feet touched the rug beneath them. āWhatāāĀ
āLie down.ā He instructed, and you popped a brow, obeying reluctantly. So picky, is what you thought, but all complaints died on your throat as he slammed into you the moment your back was touching the rug. His cock kissed the tip of your cervix, the delicious stretch making you dizzy in no time. Your belly tensed, feeling him deep in your womb as his balls slapped against the skin of your ass.Ā
āJong-ho, nghā fuckā¦ā You babbled, tears rimming your eyes as his hips snapped inside you mercilessly. He leaned down, the angle pushing his cock impossibly deeper as he took one of your tits in his mouth, suckling your hardened bud, nipping occasionally at the soft skin that surrounded it. You heard his low groans of pleasure, moaning as he rammed into you.Ā
One of his hands snaked down between your bodies, circling your clit in rhythm with his thrusts, āCum for me, sunshine. Cum āround my cock.ā He popped off the sensitive skin of your chest with a wet pop!. His tone was laced with lust, your walls constricted around him, making him drop his head on your shoulder. Your fingers wrapped around his hair, black, unruly strands pointing in all directions, while some of them stuck to his forehead, a soft sheen of sweat covering you both, loud moans, groans, and babbles filled the space, both of you clearly enjoying the moment.Ā
Your limbs were wrapped around Jonghoās as your lips crashed onto his, and your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, legs tightening around his thighs, fingers pulling at his roots, and the cry of his name dying on his lips. His rhythm grew sloppy, frantic as he looked for his own release, the hand that was circling your clit coming up to rest beside your head, holding him up. Your lips swallowed his punched-out groan as he filled you up, thick, warm ropes of cum painting your insides without a care in the world.Ā
Post-nut clarity hit you like a bitch. After Jongho slipped out of you and rolled to your side, breathing shallow as he stared at the ceiling, your heartbeat started thrumming in your ears. The haziness dissipated quickly as if a cold water bucket had been poured over you the second your orgasm subsided.Ā
You had sex with Choi Jongho.Ā
You sat up quickly, blood rushing to your head and making you feel slightly dizzy. Your hands splayed on the floor behind you, holding you upright as you caught your breath. You looked over your shoulder, seeing Jongho with his eyes closed as he brought a hand to his chest, trying to calm his own breathing. Your eyes danced over his body, admiring the way his honey-skin, lightly covered in sweat, shone in the dim lighting. You willed yourself to look away before your gaze dared to trail any lower.Ā
You had sex with Choi Jongho. On the school's library.Ā
You began gathering your clothes, quickly getting your panties that had been hastily discarded while you changed positions and pulling them up your legs, grimacing at the sticky feeling between them, quickly pulling your shirt over your head, and standing up, catching Jongho's attention, who opened his eyes to see you half-clothed as you rushed through the hallway looking for the rest of your things.Ā
āWhat is it?ā He asked while popping a brow, confused.Ā
āWhat? You expected me to lie down and cuddle with you after fucking in the library?ā You cocked a brow of your own, finding your pants and sliding them up your legs, prompting Jongho to begin dressing himself as well.Ā
āYou can't be serious.ā He scoffed as he watched you begin to gather the papers that had fallen forgotten on the floor as he slid up and buttoned his pants. āAre you just going to fucking leave? That's what you do best, right?ā He bit out, picking his shirt up from the rug and putting it on.Ā
Your head turned so fast you swore you gave yourself whiplash. āWhat's that supposed to mean?ā Your brows knotted, offended as you continued half-assedly gathering the papers, only this time your focus was fully on Jongho.Ā
āYou just leave and act as if nothing happened, then go around telling everybody you hate me.ā He huffed as he spoke matter-of-factly, crouching down to pick up his thick-rimmed glasses that had been thrown onto the floor at one point.
The sound that came out of you sounded more like a laugh than a scoff, and your head shook from side to side as if what he had said was the most ridiculous thing ever. āYou act as if it wasn't your fucking fault that whatever we had broke.āĀ
āWhat does that even mean!ā He knelt beside you, tone rising as his frustration bottled up again, close to exploding.Ā
āYou think I don't know what you said to Soobin and Yeojun at that fuckass party over at TXT last semester?ā Your voice rose too, bouncing off the walls of the empty hallways filled with books.Ā
āWhaāāĀ
āI heard you. Telling them you were only trying to get me to your bed and that I was already halfway there.ā You bit out, turning your attention back to the papers on the floor, biting the inside of your cheek to avoid the tears pooling in your eyes.Ā
Now it was Jonghoās turn to feel as if a cold bucket of water had been dumped on him. Heat rose all the way to his ears, crimson covering his cheeks as his head cowered, teeth clamping over the inside of his cheek at your words. You weren't exactly right, but you also weren't wrong.Ā
āIt didn't happen like that.ā If the silence of both of you hadn't filled the space, his words would have probably gone unheard, given how low his voice came out. āBut I was an idiot, I was so invested in getting into that fucking frat that I let those two idiots talk shit about you, and I didn't do anything to stop it because I thought no one was hearing.ā Your eyes met his, and his gaze softened at the sight of your teary eyes and quivering lower lip.Ā
āI'm so so fucking sorry.ā He said your name as his head fell forward, the sound of your own name out of his mouth surprising you. āEven if no one was around to hear, I should have said something.ā He wasn't excusing himself; you could actually see how fucking sorry he was, and your heart ached. āIf I could take it back and never have you hate me, I would do it in a heartbeat.ā His words, followed by your name, made a stray tear run down your cheek, a small sniffle making him lift his head, his own eyes teary as he met your gaze.Ā
āI don't know if I can forgive you.ā Your voice came out shaky, broken as another tear fell down your cheek. āYet.ā Jongho's brows furrowed in confusion. āI never really stopped liking you. I was just too hurt to want to do anything with you.ā You explained with a soft blush in your cheeks.Ā
āI'll fix it.ā He declared, pushing his glasses up into his hair and wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. āWe just fucked on the library's floor for fuckās sake, I'm not just letting you go.āĀ
Maybe. Maybe you didn't hate Choi Jongho as much as you thought.Ā
As if you would have ever thought things would ever go like this.
pairingļ¹¢song mingi x fem!reader
genreļ¹¢smut. pwp, strangers to lovers, big dick mingi agenda, unprotected sex, just the tip, overstimulation, praising, marking, implied size kink/difference, mentions of multiple orgasms, creampie, usage of petnames (baby, princess, pretty), minimal aftercare.
synopsisļ¹¢your pizza delivery guy is late with your order, and there's really only one way to compensate and make it up to you.
word countļ¹¢3,8k
a few things about university life are that sometimes the fridge is full, sometimes itās empty, and every time you open it, you're expecting something to appear magically. in moments like this, you wish you had a genie like aladdin. youād wait a lifetime for something gracious and divine to be bestowed upon you, because youāve been waiting an hour and a half for your damn pizza to arrive.Ā
by the time the doorbell finally echoes through your apartment, youāve already scavenged a half-eaten bag of chips and some questionable grapes from the back of the fridge. pausing your minecraft horror mod video mid-jumpscare, slightly annoyed since those saved videos were meant for when the food was here, not when it clearly wasnāt. dragging yourself to the door, you swing it open with a frown already forming on your lips.
youāre still irritated, but also distracted. because why is your delivery guy kind ofā¦ cute? tall, blonde, pretty boba-like eyes, thereās a guilty smile tugging at his lips that somehow softens the whole picture. the dark blue uniform only makes his hair stand out more, and for a second, your annoyance stutters.
"hi, and i am so sorry," he says, and the deepness of his voice catches you completely off guard. it doesnāt match the softness of his face at all. he also looked a little disheveled, clearly stressed. "the car broke down, and there were no available backup drivers."
you sigh, leaning against the doorframe. "itās been an hour and a halfā¦ so letās just get this wrapped up."
turning to grab the money already waiting on the nearby dresser, but when you glance back, heās looking down, biting his lip. he knows the drill ā late delivery means no tip, maybe even a complaint that messes with his shiftā¦ or worse, his monthly bonus.
"i knowā¦ look, itās on the house. i already marked it as delivered and paid for in the system, so you wonāt get charged.ā he was unfairly attractive for someone who had just battled a car breakdown. āi justā¦ i feel bad."
you glance at the box in his hands, raising a brow. ācold pizza isnāt exactly a great apology.ā thereās a hint of teasing in your tone, but it hits its target as he shifts slightly, gripping the box tighter. you didn't want to make him feel even more at fault, but the sadist in you just had to do something about it. and on top of that, it's not every day that the delivery guy is so handsome and young, someone your age, probably, maybe a little older.
"then let me make it up to you," he lets out a small, nervous laugh. āyour next order is free or anything on the menu. i can make sure it gets to you on time.ā
āanything?ā you tilt your head by repeating, and he nods quickly. āyeah, anything.ā
you hand him the money, and he passes you the pizza, but neither of you says goodbye. not right away. he lingers, unsure whether to leave, and you can tell he didnāt expect someone like you to open the door, pretty enough to make him hesitate. because he definitely doesnāt offer free orders, and bends rules like that, not even for his closest friends, soā¦ you should feel a little special.
"whatās your name?" you ask, softer this time.
"MINGI."
you hum, leaning a little more into the doorframe. "well then, mingiā¦ thatās a pretty big offer." your eyes trail down his frame, as he swallows, then straightens slightly, like heās trying to gather some confidence.
"i said iād make it up to you."
"how far are you willing to go for that tip?"
far enough, apparently willing to offer one of his own. you didn't expect tuesday night to go this way... you had planned to be on the couch, sure, but not with you ending up in a strangerās lap, his hands on you, kissing as you both moaned into each other's mouths.
you pull back just enough to breathe, lips tingling, mind a little foggy from how fast this escalated. one second, you were annoyed about cold pizza, the nextā¦ this. your fingers stay curled into the fabric of his uniform, keeping him close even as you narrow your eyes at him, pretending to think.
āyouāve been out delivering all dayā¦ā you murmur, gaze dragging over him. āyou at least showered before your shift, right?ā
āyeah,ā he looks at you properly now, taking in how little youāre actually wearing. his hands squeeze your waist like heās asking you the same thing without words, āi did even on my break. promise.ā
dark eyes flicker over your face before dropping lower to your oversized shirt and bare legs. you are wearing shorts that barely count as shorts, enough for the comfort in your home. he wouldn't lie that the moment he saw you, something literally snapped inside him: love at first sight is a strong statement, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards you.
āyou always answer the door like this?ā he asks quietly, one eyebrow slowly rising as you smirk a little, āyou always show up an hour and a half late?ā
a small grin tugging at his lips as he thinks fair enough. his hands settle at your waist again, but this time thereās no hesitation. his thumbs brush lightly over the thin fabric of your shirt before slipping underneath, and you donāt stop him. his fingers are a little cold at first, contrasting against your warm skin, and the contact makes you shiver and arch slighty.Ā
āmm.ā you hum, leaning in again, your lips brushing along his jaw. your fingers slide into his hair at the back of his head, tugging just slightly.Ā āyouāve done this before, havenāt you?ā
ānot when iām working.ā
you smile against his skin, unconvinced but entertained, letting your lips trail lower, along the line of his jaw and down to his neck. you take your time there, pressing a little firmer, teeth grazing just enough to make it count. he reacts instantly when something between a whimper and a gasp slips out from his mouth, and it makes you pause for half a second, surprisedā¦ and then your lips press again, a little slower this time.
āwait,ā stopping yourself just before you decide to give him something permanent, āyou donāt have a girlfriend, right?ā
ānot anymore,ā mingi exhales, head tilting slightly, giving you better access without even thinking about it. ābroke up four months ago.ā
you hum, satisfied, finally pulling back to look at him properly. your hands slide from his hair to his shoulders, and god. you didnāt really notice before, but now that you do ā heās big. even with the uniform jacket still on, you can feel it. broad shoulders under your palms, filling your space in a way that makes something in your stomach flip. your eyes flick down without meaning to, taking in how his frame carries, the hint of strength in his thighs when he moves. where has he been all your life?
āwhat a reliefā¦ i meanāā you whisper, slightly correcting yourself. ādidnāt feel like being someoneās regret tonight.ā
something in his expression changes at that as he becomes less nervous and more confident. big hands move again, heās mapping you out and learning along the way. you close whatever space is left between you, and a second later, youāre the one pulling back to tease and ask questions.
āis this how you apologize to all your customers?ā you tease, breathing a little uneven as your fingers curl against his shoulders.
he chuckles in return, āonly the ones who wait an hour and a half.ā
āoh, really? i should order late more often.ā
āi wouldnāt recommend it.ā
and then heās kissing you again, deeper this time, as he figured you out already to be confident about it. his grip tightens slightly, pulling you flush against him, and any lingering irritation you had melts away completely, along with any thought of the pizza still sitting forgotten in its box on the table.
the air in the room is heavy with the scent of his expensive cologne and cold pepperoni, but neither of you cares. his hands are no longer just resting; they are active as you feel the sudden, firm hook of his fingers against the waistband of your shorts and underwear. itās a singular motion, as he tugs downward. pressing your weight into your knees and rising from his lap to give him the clearance he needs. the fabric sliding down your thighs is followed immediately by the hunger of his gaze.
youāre barely aware of the rustle of denim and polyester. your focus is entirely on the stretch of skin at his throat, your teeth grazing and your lips pulling until the flush of red hue deepens, a vivid map of marks that will undoubtedly be a bruised purple by morning.
by the time you pull back to admire your handiwork, the reality of the situation hits you. youāre both stripped from the waist down, the discarded clothes a messy pile on the floor. he looks at you with emotions you can't decode, that alone makes your pulse throb, but your eyes wander up, hitting the barrier of that stiff uniform jacket.
āif weāre going to do this,ā you sound a little commanding and curious, āremove that jacket. i want to see if youāre actually as muscular as you feel.ā
āpicky, arenāt we now?ā but his hands came up to the zipper.
āgod forbid a girl likes someone with muscles,ā you retorted, leaning back to give him the room to shrug it off.
the jacket hits the floor with a soft thud. underneath, the thin fabric of his shirt does little to hide the truth. the broadness of his chest and the sharp definition of his arms are finally on full display, and you just can't believe how someone can be so goddamn hot.
āsatisfied?ā for some reason, heās towering even while seated, a mountain of lean muscle that makes you feel impossibly small as he guides you to straddle him.
before the main event, heās all patience and devastating focus. his large hand cups you, his thumb finding your clit like someone who knows exactly how to touch you and make you feel good. he massages it in slow and rhythmic circles, fingers slicking themselves in your heat, spreading it until you're a whiny mess. your hips stuttering against his palm. heās priming you, stretching you out with his digits alone just to make sure you're ready for the sheer scale of whatās coming.
then, the moment he lines up against your entranceā¦ you swear you are going to die. youāve never seen anything like this, let alone take it inside you. massive is one way to describe it, the girth of him looks like a physical impossibility. as you begin to lower yourself, the sensation isn't just fullness, itās a total gut-wrenching and rib-creaking stretch.
"oh my god," you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders, your nails leaving white crescents in his skin.
it hurts, really fucking hurts. itās a stinging pressure as your body tries to accommodate the impossible width of his tip. tears prick at the corners of your eyes, blurring the sight of his collarbones. mingi freezes, his large hands moving to your waist to steady your trembling form.
"is it too much, princess?" he rumbles, expression softening with genuine concern. "tell me. we can stop."
your breath is coming in shallow pulls as you stare down at where youāre joined. youāre barely even on him, just the crown of his cock is forcing its way inside, and youāre already at your limit. but the primal throb of it, the way he fills every microscopic space within you, is too addictive to quit.
āno.ā you grit your teeth, a stray tear sliding down your cheek as you shake your head. "just... give me a second."
he doesnāt let you drop any further while you are trying to adjust; he knows you can't take the full length. instead, he maintains this cowgirl position, his hands locking onto your hips to keep you hovering right where itās tightest. and then he begins to move, but itās not a full thrust. itās an agonizingly slow grind, using just the massive tip of his cock to hook against your internal sweet spot.
every time he nudges upward, your vision white-outs. because heās only doing so little, but the pressure is so enormous, concentrated to hit your g-spot with the force of a sledgehammer.
"look at you," mingi breathes, watching your head fall back as you moan his name like a prayer. "taking it so well for me, baby. just like that."
the sensation of being stretched to the breaking point by him is overwhelming. you clench around him in a frantic and pulsing rhythm, and you realize that if this is just the tip, the rest of him would truly be the end of you. your body is a mess of tremors, a tension youāve never felt before. your stomach clenches so tight, a fluttering ache of being pushed to an edge you didnāt know existed. honestly, the terrifying part is that heās barely started.
mingi is a complete anomaly. the men from your past, the ones you thought were good enough, their full length couldn't even compare to what heās doing right now. size shouldn't matter this much, you try to tell yourself, but the agenda is proven right in the most beautiful and torturous way.
āmingi.. itās too much, ahhā" you gasp, the words breaking apart in your throat. youāre overstimulated, your nerves fried from the constant pressure. youāre soaked, making it so easy for him to slide against you, but your body is still screaming at the intrusion.
"come on, just a little bit more, yeah?" his voice is a soothing vibration that contrasts the raw power he is barely even applying. he is strong, but he is a gentle giant first and foremost.
he pauses to steady your shaking hips, waiting for you to catch your breath. you close your eyes, trying to find some sense of calm, and when you finally peek them open, heās watching you with an intensity that makes your heart skip, giving you a small and encouraging nod.
"you can do it... trust me, it won't hurt that much."
what a pretty liar, he is. you want to curse him because it hurts in a way that makes you feel like youāre being split right down the middle. but beneath the pain, thereās a rising tide of pleasure. the tension is building with every tiny push he makes to fit inside you. heās not even halfway in, and youāre already losing your mind. then, he pushes off just an inch, the blunt head of his cock catching that one hypersensitive spot deep inside.
the sensation sends you into a total frenzy. you go rigid, your back arching as a sudden wave of climax crashes over you. youāre creaming all over him, pussy spasming and clamping down on him with a desperate grip.
mingi lets out a choked whimper as he twitches inside you, his own body reacting to the tightness of your walls. he shuts his eyes tight, head tilting back as he bites his lower lip, that habit of his when heās trying to keep his own composure. when he finally looks down, seeing how your juices are spilling down the length of himā¦ canāt help but be smug about it, especially with the way your moans fill the room, and to him, itās the only music he ever wants to keep on repeat.
everything happened so fast for you to process. youāre hypersensitive, could barely keep your grip on his shoulders, your mind caught in some hazy middle ground between heaven and hell. was he even human? you felt like you were dreaming, tangling with some kind of incubus who had taken the form of a delivery guy just to ruin your life.
heād promised it wouldn't hurt, and after the first four orgasms, the pain had finally eased, but he wasn't done.
"come on, pretty girl... do it for me, please? just one more," he was so cocky about it too, knowing exactly what he was doing to you, fully aware of his power.
the couch was a total mess. covered with the evidence of your pleasure and his own lack of restraint. when that second orgasm had hit you earlier, heād lost his own self-control by coming inside you with a force that felt endless. youād never seen a man to cum so much; he just kept going, his body jolting against yours as he let out those cute, high-pitched whines. so vocal, proving that he was just as obsessed with the feeling of you as you were with him.
"min... mingiā i can't, please, i'llā"
your plea was cut short by a sudden ringing coming from the floor. it was buried in his discarded jacket, the sound muffled but irritatingly insistent. mingi didn't even flinch at first, his eyes locked on yours, his hips still giving those devastating nudges that kept you right on the edge. the phone cut off and immediately started again. he let out a frustrated huff, finally reaching down without breaking the connection between your bodies. he fished the phone out, but before answering, he pressed his large, warm palm firmly over your mouth, silencing your moans.
"yeah?" he answered, though still a little breathless. "sorry... car broke down. yeah, engine's totally shot. the lady's husband is out here helping me fix it right now... i'll call you back as soon as we solve the problem."
he hung up quickly, tossing the phone back onto the pile of clothes. a wicked grin stretching across his face as he gazed at you once again. his gps had been stuck at your place for nearly an hour, knowing he was pushing his luck with the boss, but looking at you, he clearly didn't care.
"babyā¦" he whispered against your skin, his hand sliding from your mouth to the back of your neck. "better make this quick then, before boss starts tinking i'm slacking."
enjoying the thrill of the lie as much as the heat of your body. he shifted his weight, his grip on your hips tightening until it was almost bruising.
"i'm gonna give you one last one, princess."
mingi didn't even wait for an answer. he became rough to coax that last drop of you, since he didn't have time to be gentle anymore, and even though he didn't want to rush, unfortunately, he had to. what was the count now? seven? eight? you couldn't breathe, let alone count.
you were screaming into the void, the adrenaline makes it feel like a total collapse of reality. it feels less like sex and more like a total soul-merging, as he dives into you one last time, hitting so deep that your breath hitches and stays caught in your throat.
you reach up, your hands trembling and slick with sweat, to cup his face. you need to see him. you need to feel the heat of his skin against your palms as the wave begins to build in the base of your spine. mingi leans into your touch, his eyes blown wide with a devotion that borders on worship, and maybe love, but who knows.
"look at you," he whispers, voice breaking as he brushes his lips against yours, groaning. "youāre so beautiful like this, so perfect for me. look at how well you're taking me... such a good girl."
the praise is the final spark. you pull him down into a sweet and desperate kiss, as you feel your climax shatter in a blissful way that radiates from your core to your very fingertips. mingi follows you instantly by breaking the kiss to throw his head back for a second, before burying his face in the crook of your neck, his body jerking with the force of his release. itās endless warmth filling you up, a pulsing sensation that feels like itās never going to stop.
"that's it, baby," he pants against your skin, words muffled by your hair. "take it all. you earned every bit of it. iāve never felt anyone wrap around me like you do... you're a dream, you know that? a fucking dream."
the orgasm lasts so long, leaving you both limp and tangled together on the ruined cushions. he keeps his hands on you, stroking your sides gently, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, and finally your lips again, lingering there as the aftershocks slowly fade away.
"my girl," he breathes, satisfied and completely ruined by you. "nobody's ever going to do it like that for me again."
the silence that follows is peaceful, broken only by the sound of your synchronized breathing. right now you're cuddling, your bodies still as close as possible, a warmth that can't be held in any other way.
āi donāt want to leave,ā he confesses, Š° raspy mumble that vibrates through your chest. āi want to stay here and get to know you.ā
you reach up, tracing the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. āthen stay.ā
but he pouts, stealing one more soft kiss. āi canāt. my boss is already going to kill me for the ābroken engine,ā butā¦ iām free this friday. so, how about i take you out?ā
āitās a date then,ā you whisper, and the smile that breaks across his face is so bright it makes your heart do a clumsy backflip.
before he gets dressed, he helps you back into your shorts and underwear, his touch lingering on your skin with tenderness. once you're settled back against the cushions, since your legs feel like jelly and your head spins like a rollercoaster ride, he disappears into the kitchen.
you hear him rummaging around, and a minute later, he returns with a plate, setting it on the small table in front of you with two slices of pizza, nudging it toward you. finally after so long, the food you have been waiting for.
āeat, princess,ā he says softly, brushing a stray hair from your face. āyou were so good to me. the least i can do is make sure you aren't starving after all that work you put in.ā
and with that, he gives you one last, lingering look at the door, a promise in his eyes, before he finally slips out into the hall.
an hour later, mingi is back doing deliveries with a new car. a notification pops up from the delivery app, and he checks it: 5 stars. no comment left, just the perfect rating.
leaning his head back against the headrest, gripping the wheel, he thinks about how good you were to him. your perfect and sweet body was made for him, and... if thatās the review he gets for just the tip, he has no idea how you're going to survive friday when he finally gives you everything else.
Synopsis: Who's going to match your freak? Yep, Leon.
Tags: DILF!Leon (RE9 requiem) x F!reader, established relationship, age gap (not specified but all legal), smut, bondage (Leon tied to the bed), overstimulation, handjobs, lots of semen, cowgirl, creampie, unprotected sex, silly nicknames, reader is a tease, Leon begging and more!
Note: I finally had time to post this! I enjoyed writing it because I'm a bit of a freak too hehe š please ignore any mistakes šš»
For a long time, you thought you were a complete freak, since none of your previous boyfriends matched your freakness. None of them wanted to let you overstimulate him, tie him up, or fuck you somewhere outdoors. They were so boring that you simply resigned yourself to the fact that maybe you were the problem, not them.
But God, you were wrong. You hadn't met the man yetāno, your ideal man. And that was Leon.
You wanted to try cook warming him? He'd let you. You wanted him to fuck you in the back seat of his Porsche after a date? He would. Maybe it was because he was older and would do anything to please his little princess. I mean, you.
That brought you to the situation you were in now. You were sitting on top of Leon, tying his wrists to the headboard with one of his ties, following the tutorial you'd seen online. A small, low laugh escaped Leon's lips as he watched you so focused while you did it.
"Happy?" he asked, seeing you smile proudly at your handiwork. You stepped back a little to take in the sight: Leon tied to the bed, shirtless and wearing only his boxers. You could see the veins in his arms perfectly because of his position, and when you looked down, you could see he was already half-hard. "I'm not the only one happy here." you replied, letting out a small giggle.
That's how the game started. You spent at least five minutes teasing him, first rubbing and kissing the tip through the thin fabric until there was a dark stain. Then, you slowly pulled down his boxers until his length sprang up proudly to bump against your cheek. "Pretty." You whispered, mesmerized by your boyfriend's cock and how its already burning tip dripped eagerly.
"Hey, don't look at me like that." Leon's teasing tone snapped you out of your trance, making you look like a deer caught in headlights. "It's not my fault you have a pretty dick." You complained, pouting. But before Leon could open his mouth and tell another one of his lame jokes, the squeeze you gave his cock interrupted him with a low moan.
"You think you can cum like that? All intact?" You asked, using that innocent tone that belied your dirty ways. "Babe." His raspy voice came out low, trying to sound like a warning, but it came across as a pathetic plea, lacking any authority. You let out a small chuckle before finally giving him what he wanted.
Leon's abdomen was a complete mess at this point, a sticky mess. The sound of your hand sliding up and down for his length was obscene, a thoroughly wet squelching. Leon's big, firm thighs contracted each time his hips gave weak, instinctive thrusts against your fist.
"I'm close again, fuckā" He groaned loudly, throwing his head back and arching his back from the overstimulation of his sensitive cock, which twitched slightly between your fingers. This would be his third orgasm, brought on simply by your soft hand. He wanted to feel you, he really wants. "Come on, baby, let me feel you." He growled softly, reflexively tugging at his tie around his wrists. "Just ride me, come onāplease." This time it sounded more like a plea. His hips rose helplessly toward your fist at the mere thought of being inside you.
You looked at him through your lashes with a lazy smile, lying comfortably between his legs as you masturbated him. You were so beautiful like that, but fuck, he just wanted to fuck you until that smile was wiped off your lips.
"Lucky you, I'll be merciful." You murmured, leaning down to place a small kiss on his dripping tip before climbing on top of him until you were straddling him. You were so arrogant, relishing having him vulnerable and begging for you. You felt powerful right now.
You brought your heat close enough for his tip to slide easily over your wet folds, brimming with your arousal. You slowly rubbed yourself all over his cock, from base to tip, letting him feel how wet you were. A trembling sigh escaped his lips as he watched intently as your folds parted with each stroke. You almost laughed at the sight of his furrowed brows and his hips lifting toward your cunt, trying to get more than just the friction that seemed to torture him in the most exquisite way.
When you grew tired of keeping him on the edge, your hand slid down to finally guide him to your entrance. The slide was delicious, feeling every inch slowly fill you, eliciting a long moan from both of you. Your hips began to move lazily back and forth, seeking to have your clit rub against his sticky pelvis, making you moan softly.
"You're wicked..." Leon murmured, breathing heavily. He was clearly trying not to come, he'd been trying ever since you were fully inside him. A beautiful red flushed his cheeks, his jaw was relaxed, and his eyes could barely stay open. "Absolutely wickedāholy shit." he concluded, tensing as you began to bounce on his cock. His hands tugged weakly again against the stupid knot you'd made.
You barely lifted a few inches before back down hard, giving him a good view of how you soaked his cock completely with your juices with each thrust. Leon's blurry gaze shifted to your tits, which bounced in front of him as if mocking him, then down to watch his member disappear effortlessly inside you, creating that wet sound that drove him wild.
"I'm gonna cumā" he moan, but the warning came too late because he was already emptying himself completely inside you. The sensation of your walls milking him to the last drop was too much, it was all so hot and wet that he couldn't help but tremble beneath you. But you didn't stop there. You kept bouncing hard against his trembling cock and rubbing against him, causing his red tip to kiss that spongy spot inside you.
"What was that? Ten secondsāOw!" Your words were cut short when he easily yanked his tie, freeing himself to push you down onto the bed. "W-What? That's cheating..." you whined, arching your back as he pinned you beneath him with ease, still deep inside you. He looked wild, his hair plastered to his forehead and sweat glistening on his skin.
Did you really think a silly knot could stop him? He was just letting you have some fun, but his patience had definitely run out.
"My turn." That was all he said, smiling breathlessly at you. That night you learned two things. First, not to trust internet tutorials. And second, not to test your boyfriend's patience.
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