It had been a lazy friday afternoon, the two of you lounging on the couch. Seungcheol had one arm slung over your shoulder while his other hand absently scrolled through his phone. You were half-watching a movie, but your focus drifted to himβhis black fitted shirt accentuating every sharp line and curve, his chest rose and fell with every relaxed breath he take, his hair brushed up effortlessly, revealing that maddeningly perfect forehead. Not to mention his long eyelashes that's longer than yours, and those pouty lipsβdamn, your mind screamed "DADDY CHOKE ME".
You didnβt even realize you said it until it was too late.
βCan you pass me the remote, Daddy?β
The words slipped out so casually that you didnβt register their weight until you caught the subtle quirk of Seungcheolβs lips. His smirk was slow and deliberate, like heβd just uncovered your deepest secret. He turned his head to look at you, a playful spark igniting in his dark eyes.
βWhat did you just call me?β he asked, his voice low and teasing.
Your heart nearly stopped. Heat rose to your cheeks as you scrambled to backtrack, feigning innocence. βI said Cheolie. You heard wrong.β
His smirk grew wider, and he shifted so he was fully facing you, his knee pressing into your thigh. βNo, no. You definitely didnβt say Cheolieβ he teased, his tone dripping with amusement. βGo on. Say it again.β
You shook your head furiously, burying your face in the throw pillow to hide your embarrassment. βIβm not saying anything,β you mumbled, your voice muffled.
But he wasnβt letting it go. Gently, he tugged the pillow away and leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. βDonβt be shy now,β he murmured, his voice dropping an octave. βYou called me Daddy so naturally. I think I like it.β
You groaned, covering your face with your hands. βCheol, stop it. I didnβt mean toβit just slipped!β
He chuckled, clearly enjoying your flustered state. βOh, I know it slipped,β he said, leaning back against the couch, his smug expression firmly in place. βBut now that itβs out thereβ¦β He trailed off, letting his words hang in the air.
You peeked at him through your fingers, narrowing your eyes at the satisfied grin he wore. βDonβt get any ideas,β you warned, though your voice lacked conviction.
Cheol simply shrugged, reaching over to pull you into his lap. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. βToo late, baby,β he whispered, his lips brushing yours. βI think you just gave me a new favorite nickname.β
Your face burned as you tried to squirm out of his hold, but his grip was firm. βCheol!β
βIt's daddy, remember?,β he corrected with a wink.
"You never fucking listen!" Vernon's voice was sharp, his usual calm demeanor completely shattered.
"Me?!" you shot back, eyes burning with fury. "You're the one who always acts like you're too fucking cool to care about anything! Just standing there, acting all detached while I'm losing my goddamn mind!"
His jaw clenched as he ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Maybe because I can't deal with your constant bitching! Every little fucking thing turns into a fight with you!"
You let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I supposed to just smile and nod while you act like a distant, emotionless asshole?!"
His eyes darkened, his lips curling in a sneer. "At least I don't throw a fucking tantrum every time something doesnβt go my way!"
"Oh fuck you, Vernon!" You shoved at his chest, but he barely moved, his body rigid with tension.
"No, fuck you!" he shot back, stepping closer. "You think you're so fucking smart, running your mouth like that. Maybe if you just shut the fuck up for once, I could actually enjoy kissing you."
Your breath hitched at his words, a mix of anger and something elseβsomething dangerousβrunning through you. "Wow, now you want to kiss me? After all that shit you just said?!" you taunted, voice dripping with venom.
His lips curled into a smirk, his hands suddenly gripping your waist, fingers digging into your skin almost painfully. "Yeah, I do."
Before you could throw another insult, his mouth crashed onto yours, all teeth and desperation. The kiss was rough, almost punishing, his nails pressing into your sides as he pulled you closer, forcing you to feel every ounce of frustration burning between you.
You werenβt one to back down. Your hands shot up, tangling in his hair, yanking hard. He groaned against your lips, his grip on you tightening in response.
"You like that, huh?" you taunted breathlessly, pulling his head back slightly just to glare at him.
His eyes were wild, his lips swollen. "You're such a fucking brat," he growled, voice thick with desire and frustration. "Always gotta have the last word."
His hand wrapped around your throat, not enough to hurt, just enough to make your breath hitch. His thumb brushed over your pulse as he leaned in, his lips ghosting over yours. "Be a good girl and please shut up for a second."
You opened your mouth to fire back, but he cut you off with another bruising kiss, swallowing whatever insult you had locked and loaded. His tongue dominated yours, deep and possessive, leaving no room for anything.
Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, and he groaned into the kiss, his hands roaming over your body, claiming every inch of you like he had something to prove.
When he finally pulled back, both of you were breathless, lips swollen his forehead rested against yours, both of you breathing heavily. βYouβre a fucking handful,β he muttered, his lips brushing against yours.
"Yeah, I love you too" you muttered, voice slightly hoarse.
You sat between Seungkwan's legs, cross-legged on the bed, a hairbrush and ties in your lap. His beautiful large hands carefully combed through your hair, surprisingly gentle despite their size. You had asked him to braid your hair, a task you know he always agree to.
βYou know,β you mumbled, feeling the gentle tug of his hands, βI should start charging you for this.β
He scoffed. βExcuse me? I should be the one charging you. Do you know how much skill this takes?β
You rolled your eyes. βOh, pleaseββ
As he continued, his fingers brushed against your scalp, sending shivers down your spine. You tried to focus on the feel of his hands working through your hair, but then his fingertips lingered, slowly tracing the back of your neck.
βMr. Boo,β you warned, your voice carrying a playful edge. βFocus.β
βI am focusing,β he replied smoothly, his lips suddenly pressing against the nape of your neck. The warmth of his breath made you shiver, and you instinctively tilted your head to the side.
βThat doesnβt feel like braiding,β you teased, though your voice was weaker now.
βI know,β he murmured, his kisses trailing lower. One of his hands slid down your shoulder, brushing against your collarbone.
βKwanniee,β you whined, trying to twist away from him, but his arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you back against him.
βShh,β he whispered, his teeth grazing your skin now. βYou look too pretty sitting here like this.β
βYouβre ruining my hair,β you grumbled, though the complaint came out breathless.
βIβll fix it later,β he promised, his voice laced with enjoyment as his lips continued their assault. He nipped at your collarbone, his tongue soothing the bite immediately after.
His free hand slipped around to your front, sliding under the hem of your shirt. You gasped, your hands gripping his thighs for support as his fingers teased the skin of your stomach.
βBoo Seungkwan, weβre supposed to be doing my hair,β you tried to argue, but it was pointless. His kisses grew more insistent, his hand traveling higher.
βCome on, baby,β he whispered, his hands gripping your hips, shifting you so you were fully in his lap now. βYou knew what would happen the moment you sat between my legs.β
You pouted, your fingers curling against his thighs. βYou couldβve at least finished my hair first.β You whined again, feeling the sharp contrast between your initial playful intention and the intensity of his touch.
βIβll finish it, when Iβm done with you.,β he replied smugly, turning you to face him. His lips found yours in a heated kiss, and all thoughts of your hair were forgotten as he laid you back on the bed.
The undone strands fell around your face as he hovered over you, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. βWeβll deal with the braids later, okay?β he added, his voice low and teasing.
You glared at him, but the look quickly dissolved into a gasp as he began marking you againβhis lips and hands claiming every inch of your skin.
Have you ever met the human version of a headache? his name is Yoon Jeonghan
I just miss Hannie. I think he's the type of boyfriend who would annoy you just because he's bored af.
"You couldβve just helped me instead of standing there like a fucking statue," you snapped, glaring at him as he leaned casually against the counter, an infuriatingly smug smile on his face. You had been asking for his help for the past few minutes, but of course, he had to let you suffer first.
"But you looked so cute struggling," he said, his voice dripping with amusement. "I didnβt want to ruin the moment."
You put your hands together as if you were praying, heat rising to your faceβnot from embarrassment, but from sheer frustration. "Yoon Jeonghan, you're a piece of shit," you said, flashing him an overly sweet eye-smile.
"Aww, thanks," he replied, his grin widening as if youβd just told him he was the greatest person alive.
"That wasnβt a compliment, you dick!" you exclaimed, your voice rising. βUgh, youβre so fucking annoying, Jeonghan!β hands clenched into fists as you glared at him. But the bastardβoh, the absolute fuckerβjust smiled at you.
βThank you,β he said with a wink.
Your eye twitched. βAgain! It wasnβt a fucking compliment.β
βAw, but it sounded like one.β He tilted his head, his smile widening as if he was actually enjoying this. βSay it again, Babe.β
You wanted to ripped his hair. Strangle him. Throw him out the fucking window. Anything.
Your blood was boiling, your body practically vibrating with frustration. Jeonghan, of course, was thriving in this chaos.
He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you with that annoying smug look. βAre you done throwing your little tantrum?β
You snapped.
Grabbing him by the collar, you yanked him forward, forcing him to look you in the eye. βYouββ
But before you could continue, he smirked and leaned in, pecking your lips.
You froze.
βWhat theββ
Another peck.
βJeonghββ
Another.
βSTOP FUCKING KISSING ME WHEN IβM MAD!β you yelled, practically shaking him.
He laughedβfucking laughed. βBut youβre so cute when youβre mad,β he cooed, pecking you again.
You clenched your jaw, taking a deep breath to keep yourself from decking him in the face.
Your fingers twitched against the fabric of his shirt, and he knewβhe fucking knewβhe was getting to you.
You ran your hands through your hair, exhaling sharply. βWhy the hell did I ever agree to date you?β
βCause you're weak for handsome guys,β he hummed.
(Heβs not wrong, though.) You let out a frustrated growl, wanting to scream, punch him, something.
But instead, you yanked him forward and kissed him.
Hard.
It wasnβt soft, it wasnβt sweetβit was rough, desperate, angry.
Jeonghan let out a muffled hum, but you could feel his smirk against your lips. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, keeping you trapped against him.
Your fingers curled into his shirt, itching to either strangle him or pull his hairβyou hadnβt decided yet. But the moment you thought about doing it, he let out a low chuckle against your lips.
You pulled away, breathless, glaring at him. βWhatβs so funny?β
He pressed another annoying little peck to your lips, his teasing laugh vibrating against your skin.
βYou,β he murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. βYouβre so fucking cute when youβre mad.β
You let out a groan, head falling against his shoulder. You were going to lose your goddamn mind...
Yo~ based on the title, yes it does involved spit. So you can scroll down if it's not your cup of tea. This is not that hardcore though just a brief.
Seungcheol had you pinned against the couch, his lips moving passionately against yours. His kisses were demanding as ever, leaving you breathless as his hands roamed your body.
His tongue teased you, sliding against yours in a way that made your knees weak, even though you were already lying down.
He pulled back slightly, his lips glistening and his breath uneven. His dark eyes locked onto yours, and a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. βOpen your mouth,β he commanded softly, his tone low and laced with a hint of mischief.
You hesitated for a moment, confused but compelled by the intensity in his gaze. Slowly, you parted your lips, and before you could ask why, he leaned closer and let a trail of spit fall onto your tongue.
Your eyes widened in surprise, but he didnβt break eye contact, watching your every reaction.
βSwallow it,β he said, his voice firm but teasing. βGo on.β
You blinked, your cheeks burning as you obeyed, swallowing without a word. He chuckled, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. βGood girl,β he murmured, his tone dripping with approval. βSee? That wasnβt so bad.β
βWhat the fuck is that, Cheol?β you finally managed to say, your voice a mix of embarrassment and confusion. You pushed lightly against his chest, but he didnβt budge, his smirk only deepening.
βIβm just preparing you,β he said nonchalantly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. βYou keep dodging when I bring it up, so I figured weβd ease into it.β
βPreparing me for what?β you asked, though the blush creeping up your neck suggested you already knew.
His lips brushed against your ear, and his voice dropped to a husky whisper. βFor when you finally say yes to sucking my cock.β
βWas that really necessary?β you murmured, your lips brushing against his as you began to kissed him βWeβre literally making out. Isnβt tasting each otherβs saliva enough for you?β
Cheol laughed softly, his hands resting on your hips to keep you close. βItβs different,β he argued, as he peck your lips. βWhen weβre kissing, itβs shared. But this? This is me taking control, baby."
Rolling your eyes, you countered, βIβve already tasted your cum when I gave you a hand job. Whatβs the difference?β
He leaned in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, βThe difference is, baby, you were licking it off your hand, youβre not directly tasting me. What I did earlier? Thatβs me giving it to you, straight from the source."
You pulled back slightly, giving him a skeptical look. βYou know, I realized that I will never win these kind of arguments with you.β
Cheol chuckled, his hand cupping your cheek. βExactly. So why donβt you just say yes and make both our lives easier?β
You snorted, shaking your head. βNot happening.β
His laughter filled the room, and he kissed you deeply once more, muttering against your lips, βOne day, baby. One day.β
You walk into his apartment, the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with something unfamiliar hits your senses. Immediately, your eyes are drawn to a pair of shoes by the doorβshoes that donβt belong to you. You sigh, unfazed, as you make your way to his bedroom, your steps steady and calm. This routine has become so predictable it barely stirs any emotion in you anymore.
Pushing open the door, youβre met with the sight of a girl riding your boyfriend. Sheβs the one doing all the work, moving her hips energetically while Mingyu lies back, almost indifferent, his eyes half-lidded. The girlβs moans fill the room, "Ah, yes, just like thatβ¦"
Mingyu notices you first. He looks at you and smiles lazily, touching his lips with a finger, signaling you to give him a kiss. You roll your eyes, leaning against the doorframe with a resigned expression.
The girl stops moving her hips suddenly, her head snapping in your direction. Her eyes flash with confusion and frustration. "Who the fuck are you?!" she demands, her voice edged with irritation as if she has the right to question you.
Mingyu sighs, lifting the girl off him with a cold, detached demeanor. "Leave," he commands simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"What the hell?!" she exclaims, flabbergasted, scrambling to pick up her clothes from the floor. "Are you fucking serious?!"
"Just get out," he repeats, his voice ice-cold, not even sparing her a glance as he looks back at you.
Huffing, she hurriedly dresses and storms out of the room, shooting you one last confused glare and giving Mingyu a middle finger.
You walk over to the bed, sitting down next to him. He pulls you close, his lips finding your neck. "Iβve missed you," he murmurs against your skin, his voice a mix of lewd and sweet. "No one compares to you, baby. You know that, right?"
You let out a soft sigh, his familiar touch igniting a flicker of the old warmth within you. But the routine is all too familiar, the cycle never-ending.
Mingyu's lips trail down your neck, sucking and nibbling until a deep, dark hickey forms, his tongue soothing the heated skin. Your grip tightens on the bedsheets, knuckles white as he moves his mouth up to your jaw, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses. He takes his time, savoring every inch, before finally brushing his lips against the side of your mouth, his breath warm and tantalizing.
When his lips finally meet yours, it's a familiar sensation, one that still sends a shiver down your spine despite everything. He grabs your waist with a firm yet gentle hold, guiding you to straddle him. The position causes your pencil skirt to slide up, and you feel his hardness press against you, barely separated by the thin fabric of your underwear.
He glances down, his eyes darkening with desire as he gets a glimpse of your underwear peeking out from under the skirt. Just before he captures your lips again, he pauses, his voice low and husky. "She didn't kiss me," he murmurs, his eyes locking onto yours. "I saved that for you."
With that, he closes the distance, his lips capturing yours in a deep, possessive kiss. His hands move from your waist to your hips, pulling you closer, as if to erase any remaining distance between you. The kiss is filled with a mix of lewdness and sweetness, his tongue exploring your mouth with a familiar hunger.
Mingyu's kisses grow deeper and rougher, his hands skillfully removing your blazer and starting to unbutton your blouse while his lips stay locked with yours. You let him take control, knowing he likes it that way. His voice, low and seductive, breaks the kiss for a moment. "You know I never want you to get tired, baby. That's why I always take care of you. Not like those other whores."
You kiss him back the way he wants, mirroring his intensity, your breath hitching as he pulls your blouse off, exposing your skin to the cool air. You help him undress you, unhooking your bra and slipping out of your skirt. As the last piece of clothing hits the floor, Mingyu pins you down, towering over you on the bed.
His mouth returns to yours, his tongue delving deep as his hands find your breasts, caressing and kneading. His touch sends waves of pleasure through you, and you can't help but moan softly into his mouth. When he finally breaks the kiss, he trails his lips down your neck, leaving a path of heated kisses and hickeys. He moves to your collarbone, sucking hard to leave a mark, before moving to your chest, where he takes one nipple into his mouth and pinches the other between his fingers.
Your mind, foggy with desire, manages a coherent thought, and you murmur breathlessly, "Gyu, if you're going to fuck someone, give me a heads up so I don't walk in on it."
He pauses, his eyes meeting yours with a smirk. "Why? Are you jealous, baby?" His voice is teasing, almost mocking, as he leaves a bite mark on your breast, the sharp pain mixing with pleasure.
You moan softly, your back arching slightly at the sensation. His response is as detached as ever. "I'll think about it," he says, his tone dismissive as he moves back to your breast, sucking and biting with renewed intensity. "But, you already know how this works right?"
Mingyu's lips continue to go down, placing soft kisses along your abdomen. Each kiss feels like a spark igniting your skin, sending waves of satisfaction through you. He raises one of your legs, placing gentle kisses along your inner thigh, his eyes never leaving yours, a smoldering gaze that makes your breath hitch.
His lips move closer to the most sensitive part of your inner thigh, repeating the same pattern of kisses and bites, leaving marks as if to declare ownership. The sensation is a mix of pain and pleasure, making you shiver. When he seems satisfied with the marks he's left, he shifts his attention to your core.
Mingyu's mouth moves to your pussy, his tongue teasing your folds before delving in with a firm, deliberate motion. He laps at you with a skilled rhythm, his fingers joining in to increase the sensation. His fingers slide inside you, curling just right to hit that sweet spot, while his tongue flicks and sucks on your clit.
You cover your eyes with one arm, trying to ground yourself as the pleasure starts building, your back arching involuntarily. His other hand grips your thigh, holding you in place as he continues. Each movement of his tongue and fingers sends you higher, your moans growing louder and more desperate.
The pleasure is almost overwhelming, and you can't help but let out a soft, breathless cry. "Mingyuβ¦please"
He responds with a low, satisfied hum, the vibrations adding another layer to the sensations. He seems to take pleasure in your reactions, his pace never delays as he drives you closer and closer to the edge.
Your body tenses, and then, with a final shudder, you reach your climax. He doesn't stop, his mouth still working diligently to taste every drop of your release. His tongue laps up your fluids, savoring them with a satisfied hum. He finally pulls back, kneeling and admiring the marks he's left on your body, his fingers trailing over the hickeys and bite marks that left your skin.
As you lie there, your chest heaving and your pussy still glistening with wetness, he licks his fingers clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "Look at you," he murmurs, a hint of pride in his voice. "You're so perfect...and just for me"
Brushing his hair back, he positions himself between your legs, his cock fully erect in his hand. He guides it to your entrance, the head pressing against your wet folds. With a careful, slow motion, he begins to push inside, hissing through his teeth at the sensation. "Fuck, you're so tight," he growls, his voice laced with both pleasure and aggression. "No one else feels like this. Only you.."
Despite everything, the fact that he always comes back to you is his twisted way of showing you that you are the one he chooses in the end. Leaning forward, he captures your lips in a fierce kiss, his tongue sliding into your mouth as you part your lips willingly. The kiss is intense, a battle of tongues as he claims you, his teeth occasionally nipping at your lower lip.
Your nails dig into his shoulders as he begins to thrust, each movement deliberate and deep. The pleasure is overwhelming, mixing with the pain of your nails digging into his flesh. "You're mine," he growls between kisses, his thrusts becoming more forceful and rough. "No one else can have you."
His pace increases, and you can feel every inch of him filling you, hitting all the right spots. His lips move to your neck, sucking and biting as his hips drive into you with a relentless rhythm. The room is filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure, your moans and his growls merging into the dim light room.
Mingyu's thrusts grow faster and deeper, you whimper, holding onto him tightly, your nails now digging into his back and leaving scratch marks as you moan his name. "Mingyu, oh God, Mingyu," you cry out, your voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy.
Sensing that you're close to another orgasm, he gets even rougher, his movements more urgent and forceful. "Come for me, baby," he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "I want to feel you."
As you approach the edge, your body tenses, your moans becoming more frantic. With one final, powerful thrust, you feel his cock pulse inside you, filling you with his seed just as you release your own fluids. The sensation of his warmth filling you as your walls clench around him sends you both over the edge, your orgasms crashing through you simultaneously.
When heβs sure heβs released all of his fluid inside you, he pulls out and collapses beside you, his breathing heavy. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you close, your head resting on his chest. Both of you lie there, trying to catch your breath.
He looks down at you, a satisfied smirk on his lips. "You know," he says, his voice low and still tinged with that possessive edge, "no matter how many times I cheat, no one will ever be able to replace you. You're the one I always come back to."
His words are twisted, a reminder of the messed-up reality of your relationship. You look up at Mingyu, your expression unfazed, despite everything. "One of these days, you know," you say softly, your voice steady. "I might actually leave you."
He gives you a mocking laugh, his eyes glinting with amusement. Pulling your chin up, he forces you to meet his gaze. "Oh, really?" he taunts, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You think Iβd let you leave me?"
He presses his lips onto yours, the kiss aggressive and possessive. Itβs a clear message: in his mind, you belong to him, and the idea of you leaving is nothing more than a joke. His grip tightens slightly, reinforcing his control over you.
When he finally pulls back, he smirks down at you. "Youβre mine," he whispers, his voice low and dangerous. "And no matter what you say, you know it too."
The reality of his words sinks in as you lie there, his kiss still lingering on your lips. The routine, the possessiveness, it's all youβve known, and though you tell yourself youβll leave one day, part of you wonders if you ever really will.
You know deep down that breaking up with Mingyu would mean starting all over again, and the thought of that is exhausting. You've given him your 20s, invested so much time and emotion into this relationship. The idea of going back to square one is daunting. You'd rather stay in this toxic cycle than face the uncertainty of the unknown. And Mingyu.. he knows this all too well. He understands that you feel trapped, that you see him as the only option, and it gives him a twisted sense of power over you.
You cup his cheek, leaning in to give him a soft kiss. He kisses you back, not aggressive or possessive this time, but gentle and tenderβthe kind of kiss you wish he gave more often. He does this occasionally, just enough to remind you why you fell for him in the first place.
You both know each other too well, the patterns and routines that bind you. With one final smack, you try to end the kiss, pulling back slightly. But you can tell he wants more. He kisses your forehead, then reaches for your lips again, capturing them in another soft kiss.
When he's satisfied, he looks into your eyes and says, "I love you." His voice is softer now, almost sincere.
You didn't respond, but you know that despite everything, you do love him. You lie there in his arms, the weight of his words still settling over you. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your skin, a stark contrast to the roughness from earlier. The room is quiet now, just the sound of your combined breathing filling the space.
"I know you think about leaving," he says softly, his tone almost introspective. "But we both know you're not going anywhere." His words, though gentle, carry a hint of certainty that makes your chest tighten.
You look up at him, seeing the smug assurance in his eyes. "Maybe," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "But one day, I might surprise you."
He chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Sure, baby...sure" he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple. "But until then, you're mine." He kisses you again, this time softer, almost as if he's trying to convince you with tenderness rather than force.
You close your eyes, letting yourself sink into the kiss. There's a part of you that still clings to the hope that things might change, that the gentleness he shows in these moments could become the norm rather than the exception. But deep down, you know better.
As he holds you close, his words from earlier echo in your mind. You know he's right. Starting over is terrifying, and the comfort of the familiar, even when it's toxic, is hard to break away from.
You nestle closer to him, finding comfort in the warmth of his body. "I love you," you whisper, as much to convince yourself as to reassure him.
"I love you too," he replies, his voice softer now, less taunting. "I always will." He kisses your forehead once more, and you can feel the weight of his emotions, twisted as they may be.
In the end you know it too well, that staying with him is the only option you have...But who knows maybe one day you might actually end up breaking free or not.
He thinks that discharge and arousal are the same | MDNI
You were lying on the bed, scrolling through your phone, dressed in nothing but one of Cheolβs oversized shirts and a pair of panties. It was a lazy evening, and you were enjoying the silence until Seungcheol, who had been sitting beside you, casually rested his hand on your thigh. His touch was warm, but you didnβt think much of itβhe was always touchy.
But then his hand slid higher, slipping beneath the hem of your shirt. βCheol, what are you doing?β you asked, raising an eyebrow but not stopping him.
βJust touching,β he replied nonchalantly, his fingers grazing the edge of your panties.
You rolled your eyes but didnβt move away. That was your first mistake.
His fingers brushed over the fabric, and he paused. βBabe,β he said, his voice dropping slightly, βyouβre wet.β
You blinked, confused, and then realized what he meant. βCheol, thatβs normal,β you started to explain, but he cut you off.
βNormal? Youβre this wet, and youβre calling it normal?β he teased, his fingers pressing more firmly against your clothed core.
βCheol, itβs just dischargeββ
But he wasnβt listening. Before you could finish, he slipped his fingers past the fabric, sliding them through your folds. You gasped at the sudden intrusion, your phone slipping from your hand.
βSee?β he murmured, a smug grin on his face as he spread the wetness around. βYouβre dripping for me.β
βCheol, Iβm telling you, itβs notβah!β Your protest turned into a moan as he
pushed a finger inside you, curling it just right.
βNot what? Not because of me?β he mocked, adding another finger and pumping them slowly.
You glared at him, grabbing his wrist to stop him. βIβm serious, you idiot! Itβs not what you think!β
βThen why are you clenching around my fingers?β he shot back, his other hand gripping your thigh to keep you in place as he continued to finger you.
βCheol, seriously, Iβm notββ you started, but your words were cut off by a sharp moan when he moves his fingers faster.
βSee? Feels good, doesnβt it?β he said smugly, leaning in to kiss the corner of your
mouth.
Your legs trembled, your breath coming in ragged gasps as his movements became more relentless, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. βCheol, I
swearββ
βYou swear what?β he interrupted, his voice low and teasing. βThat youβre going to come on my fingers? Go ahead, baby. Show me how βnormalβ this is.β He added , you can see his dimples as he gives you that smug smile.
You could only whine in response, your body giving in to the pleasure he was so expertly providing. You squeezed your eyes shut, biting down hard on your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to suppress the moans threatening to spill out. As you wait for your orgasm.
"Baby! How's work?" he greeted you with open arms as you entered the apartment.
You decided to play it cool, giving him a casual nod as you walked past him, not uttering a single word.
Throughout the evening, you continued your shenanigans, ignoring his attempts at conversation or attention. Night comes, you slipped away to your bedroom to change your clothes and head directly to the kitchen.
He then followed you, asking, "Baby, want some snacks?"
You grabbed a bowl of fruit from the fridge without acknowledging him. As you sat down at the dining table, focusing on your phone instead.
Seemingly unbothered, he sat across from you at the dining table, reaching for a fruit from the same bowl. He watched you quietly, a playful smirk forming on his lips, as you continued to ignore him.
Jeonghan, catching on to your prank, continued to act as if everything was normal. "Hey, why are you being like this today?" he asked, taking another bite of the strawberry.
Ignoring his question, you reached for the kiwi, only to be surprised when he suddenly put the half-eaten strawberry into your mouth. You bit into it, trying to hide your shock, but he noticed the slight change in your expression.
With a nod, he finished the strawberry, still playing along with your game as you pretended he wasn't even there.
A mischievous glint in his eyes began, as he chat about his past romances. "You know, I'm not sure if I ever told you about this but there was this one time when I was at a party probably 3 or 2 years ago, and I ended up making out with this person in the bathroomβ¦" he paused for a moment looking at you but still you're eyes are focused on the small screen, he then added " You know ***** right?"
He took another fruit from the bowl, taking a bite before placing it to your lips, waiting for your reaction. You obliged, biting into the fruit as he continued his story, recounting various past lovers, some more steamy than others.
Occasionally, your teeth would accidentally nip his finger as you took a bite, he just casually licked it, unfazed. He knew this would get both of you worked up, given your jealous tendencies, but you remained composed, just focused on scrolling through your phone.
Despite your efforts to keep your cool, Jeonghan couldn't help but notice the subtle changes in your demeanor, and his face lit up with amusement as he continued his playful game.
Deciding to play along, you settled your phone down where he could see it, Casually scrolling through your past suitor's Instagram profile.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise as he noticed what you were doing, but again he maintained his composure, not wanting to break character. Instead, he reached for another fruit from the bowl, taking a bite before offering it to you, silently daring you to take it.
You accepted the fruit, biting into it with a slight smirk, your eyes flickering mischievously as you continued to glance at your phone, pretending not to notice your boyfriend reaction.
His playful demeanor turning slightly more daring, even dared you to follow the guy on IG. "Go on, follow him," he teased, a hint of provocation in his voice as he held another fruit to your lips.
Without saying a word, you obediently went up to the page and hit the follow button, still maintaining your facade of indifference. As you bit into the grape he offered, you couldn't resist teasing him back just a little, sucking on his finger lightly as you took the fruit.
Jeonghan couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy creeping in, as he watched you follow through with his dare, despite knowing it was all just part of the game. He added more jealousy to the plate, trying to provoke a reaction from you, but all you did was continue to ignore him, adding to his frustration and amusement.
He then sense an opportunity to turn the tables, began to chatter about his old romance again, but this time it's specifically the girl before you. "You know, she and I had some great times. There was this one time we went on a trip to Hawaii, andβ¦"
He reached for another fruit, bit into it, and then tried to feed it to you, but to his surprised you refused, subtly showing that his words were starting to get under your skin. Your lips tightened, and your eyes flickered with a hint of irritation.
Jeonghan grinned, realizing he had the upper hand now. He took the fruit back to his mouth and finished it, his eyes never leaving yours. "What's the matter?" he teased. "Is my reminiscing bothering you?"
You maintained your silence, though it was clear that his words were beginning to have an effect. The tension between you suddenly changed, and his grin widened, enjoying the shift in dynamics.
You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself and not let his taunting get to you. Suddenly, your phone buzzed with a notification. Your past suitor had followed you back and even liked every recent solo picture you had posted not to mention he also sent you a dm asking, "How are you?"
Jeonghan, seeing the notification, raised an eyebrow. "Oh, look at that. Seems like someone's really interested in you...again," he commented, his tone laced with mock innocence.
You glanced at the message, a small smirk forming on your lips. Without looking at him, you started typing a response. Jeonghan's grin faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered. "Well, isn't this interesting," he murmured, leaning back in his chair, watching you intently.
You continued to ignore him, feeling a surge of satisfaction as you kept your composure.
Jeonghan, determined to escalate the situation, moved out of his chair and sat right next to you, peering over your shoulder to get a better view of your chat with your past suitor.
"Let's see what you're saying, hmmmm" he said, his voice low and teasing. "Hey, I'm doing well. How about you?" he read aloud as you typed.
You could feel his breath on your neck, and it took all your willpower to maintain your cool. As you sent the message, you could sense his eyes on you, trying to gauge your reaction.
"Is he blind or just stupid?" he asked, feigning casual interest while his hand reached for another fruit from the bowl. He took a bite, then held it up to your lips, waiting to see if you'd accept it this time. "He just casually ignore some of your pictures where am in it? Am I just a fragment of you're imagination"
You glanced at the screen, seeing your past suitor's fast reply pop up. "I've been thinking about you a lot lately. We should catch up soon."
Ignoring your boyfriend talk, you responded to the message with a simple, "Sure, we can catch up sometime."
Jeonghan's eyes sparkled with a mixture of jealousy and amusement as he watched you, still holding the fruit near your lips, his grin never wavering. You finally accepted the fruit he placed on your lips, taking a deliberate bite while maintaining eye contact with him.
"You know," he said, leaning in closer, "it's really fascinating how much attention you're getting. Makes me wonder if I should be worried."
You swallowed the fruit and turned your attention back to your phone, typing out a response to your past suitor without missing a beat. "So, where do you want to meet up?"
Your past suitor quickly replied, suggesting either a cafe or dinner at a restaurant. You responded, "Anywhere is good as long as we can meet."
Jeonghan, who had been silently observing the exchange, tightened his jaw but quickly regained his composure. His eyes never left you as he watched the conversation unfold with a playful smirk.
"So, what's the plan? Tomorrow, the next day or next weekend?" he asked, his tone light but curious.
You were about to respond that tomorrow sounded great when Jeonghan interjected, "You know, what if I meet up with my ex during that time too? You're well aware that she kept on texting and calling me. Right Y/N?"
Midway through typing your response, you paused, your fingers hovering over the screen. You glanced at him, who had rested his chin on his palm, a smug expression on his face. "Finally noticed me, huh?" he teased.
Rolling your eyes, you turned your attention back to your phone, ignoring his comment. But he didn't let up, continuing to poke fun at the situation.
Meanwhile, your past suitor sent another message, asking for your number so he could call you tomorrow.
Your bf saw the message from your past suitor and couldn't help but let out a mocking laugh. He brushed his hair back, clicking his tongue in amusement as he watched you respond swiftly, providing your number without hesitation.
Your past suitor quickly reciprocated by providing his number, but you chose to ignore it, not bothering to save it in the process. Instead, you sent a message back, saying you had saved his number for future reference.
He leaned back in his chair, a smug grin on his face, as he watched your interactions unfold. It was clear that despite the annoying game, both of you knew where your loyalties lay. And in that moment, he couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction knowing that you were ultimately his.
As you continued chatting with your past suitor, it became evident that you were showing little interest in the conversation. Meanwhile, Jeonghan, your boyfriend beside you, was thoroughly enjoying himself, leaning in from time to time to share ideas or suggestions you could use to keep the conversation going.
"You could ask him about his hobbies," Jeonghan suggested, his voice low and suggestive as he leaned closer to you.
You nodded absently, not fully paying attention to his words as you felt your throat beginning to dry out. Deciding to get some water from the fridge, you started to stand up, but he stopped you, causing you to tumble and fall into his lap.
Before you could react, his hand began to roam your body, sending shivers down your spine. His fingers brushed against your lips, parting them with his thumb. Slowly, you opened your mouth as he inserted his thumb, feeling the tip against your tongue.
Your heart raced as you sucked on his thumb, swirling your tongue around it in response to his touch. Jeonghan's breath hitched slightly, a smirk forming on his lips as he pushed his thumb further into your mouth, silently encouraging you to continue.
He removed his thumb and exchanged it with his index and middle finger, your breath caught in your throat. His touch was electrifying as his fingers replaced his thumb in your mouth.
You felt a rush of heat spread through your body as you wrapped your lips around his fingers, sucking on them. Jeonghan's gaze was intense, his eyes locked on yours as he watched your reaction to his touch.
Your senses were heightened as you continued to suck on his fingers, the taste of his skin sending waves of pleasure. His lips curved into another satisfied smirk as he felt your response, his fingers gently caressing your tongue as you continued to suck on them, lost in the sensation of his touch.
He then removed his fingers from your mouth and tapped your thighs, signaling you to stand up. You complied, rising to your feet. With a swift, fluid motion, he pulled down your shorts and undergarments, leaving you exposed. He moved closer, his hands firmly grasping your ass, sending a shiver through your body.
One of your hand rested on the table for support, while the other found its way to his shoulder. He then shoved the fingers you had just sucked into your folds, his thumb drawing circles on your clit.
"You got this wet just by sucking my fingers," he mocked, his voice a mix of amusement and desire.
His words sent a wave of heat through you, your body responding to his touch. The sensation of his fingers inside you, combined with the circles his thumb was drawing on your clit, was overwhelming. You bit your lip, trying to suppress a moan, but it was impossible to hide your arousal.
Your phone began vibrating, and Jeonghan glanced at the screen, seeing an unknown number calling. He raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he looked at you.
"Don't answer that," you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper as you moved your head back, feeling his fingers thrust deeper inside you.
Ignoring your request, this fucker answered the call, pressing the loudspeaker button as he continued to pleasure you. You covered your mouth, trying to stifle any sounds of pleasure as the voice on the other end spoke.
The guy on the phone explained that he had started calling because you had left him on read, thinking that calling was the best way to get your attention. Jeonghan waited for your response, his fingers still moving inside you.
You tried to maintain your composure, answering the guy on the phone as if nothing was happening. But as Jeonghan's movements became more intense, it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the conversation.
Him, sensing your need for more, stood up from his chair and positioned you on the edge of the table. You lay back, putting your elbows under your back as he spread your legs wide apart. He freed his cock from his shorts, aligning himself with your entrance.
With your legs on his shoulders, he deepened the penetration, his hand sliding under your back to make the experience more comfortable and extremely deep. His other hand gripped the table for support as he continued to move inside you, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
As the guy on the phone continued the conversation, you found it increasingly difficult to focus, your mind consumed by the intense pleasure Jeonghan was giving you. You hummed in response to the guy's words, barely registering what he was saying.
Meanwhile, he maintained eye contact with you, his gaze unwavering as he fucked you with purpose. With each thrust, you felt a surge of pleasure coursing, drawing a low moan from your lips.
Despite the distraction of the phone call, your eyes remained locked on Jeonghan's. His movements were rhythmic and powerful, each one pushing you closer and deeper to the edge of ecstasy.
Unable to resist any longer, Jeonghan leaned his head forward, allowing you to close the distance between you and him. His lips met yours, it was a sloppy kiss.
As he pulled his lips away from yours just long enough to whisper, "Answer him," you felt a pang of annoyance at the interruption, but you complied nonetheless.
With a shaky breath, you managed to respond, "Yeah, I'm still here," your voice barely above a whisper as you struggled to maintain your focus.
Jeonghan returned his lips to yours, as he continued to thrust deeper inside you, it became increasingly difficult to suppress your moans of pleasure. The intensity of his movements pushed you closer and closer to the edge, your body trembling waiting for orgasm.
Finally, with a deep groan, he reached his climax, finishing inside you. You could feel the warmth spreading inside you as he released himself, sending you both into a state of euphoria.
Gently, he removed your legs from resting on his shoulders and withdrew from you, his dick slick with your combined arousal. With a quick flick of his wrist, he took your phone, ending the call and blocking the number.
Then, without hesitation, he navigated to your Instagram and unfollowed the guy before blocking him entirely, ensuring that he would no longer be a presence in your life.
With the deed done, he turned his attention back to you, a satisfied smirk on his lips as he pulled you into his arms, knowing that you were his and his alone.
You nudged your head against Jeonghan's chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.
"The silent treatment you gave me was pretty fun," he admitted with a chuckle, running his fingers through your hair.
You looked up at him, squinting your eyes playfully. "Making each other jealous wasn't part of the game, though," you reminded him. "You definitely added fuel to the fire."
Jeonghan smirked, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you did a good job of keeping your cool," he teased. "But I couldn't resist. I had to make sure you remembered who you belong to. Besides seeing you get all worked up was kind of hot."
You smirked, shaking your head slightly. "Next time, let's find a game that doesn't involve other people."
Once again, you're at Jeonghan's apartment, casually scrolling through Netflix on the TV, searching for a good show to watch, when you hear him sigh from the kitchen. Itβs one of those exaggerated sighs that usually means heβs trying to get your attention without actually asking for it.
βSomething wrong?β you call out, not looking up.
βI donβt know. Is there?β Jeonghan replies, his tone dripping with feigned innocence. You can practically hear the smirk in his voice.
You finally glance up, seeing him leaning against the kitchen counter, holding a mug of coffee. His hair is slightly messy, falling into his eyes, and heβs wearing that oversized shirt he always claims is βcomfy,β even though you know he just likes how it makes him look.
βWhat are you on about now?β you ask, putting the remote down.
Jeonghan shrugs, taking a slow sip from his mug, his eyes never leaving yours. βNothing much. Just wondering why someone would spend so much time on the screen when thereβs such captivating company right here.β
You roll your eyes. βOh please, you just want attention. Youβre like a cat, always craving someone to pet your ego.β
βAnd yet,β he says, his voice lowering a fraction, βyouβre the one who always ends up giving me exactly what I want.β
You feel your face warm slightly at the suggestive undertone in his voice, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. βOnly because youβre so high maintenance. Someoneβs got to keep you in check.β
Jeonghanβs smirk widens. He puts down his mug and walks over to the couch, sitting down a bit too close for comfort. βYou sure thatβs all it is? Because it kind of feels like you enjoy taking care of me.β
You huff, trying to ignore the way his leg is brushing against yours. βSomeone has to. God knows youβd starve if I didnβt make you dinner every now and then.β
βTrue,β he says, his voice softening just a bit. βBut I donβt just mean the food. You take care of me in other ways, too.β
The sudden sincerity in his tone catches you off guard, and you glance at him, meeting his gaze. Thereβs something in his eyes, something deep and familiar, and you know heβs not just talking about the meals you cook or the times you make sure heβs getting enough rest.
You quickly look away, trying to lighten the mood. βWell, someoneβs gotta make sure youβre not getting too full of yourself.β
He chuckles, his shoulder bumping against yours. βToo late for that, donβt you think? You made me this way.β
βYeah, right,β you mutter, but you canβt help the small smile that tugs at your lips.
Thereβs a brief pause, and then he leans in closer, his breath warm against your ear. βYou know, if you wanted to keep me in check more often, you could always move in. Think about itβall the time in the world to tell me off for being too charming.β
You laugh, pushing him away lightly. βAnd spend even more time listening to you whine? Thanks but no thanks.β
Jeonghan grins, undeterred. βIβm just saying, you might enjoy it. Weβd be good together, you know? Like an old married coupleβarguing one minute, making up the next.β
Thereβs that undertone again, the one thatβs somewhere between a tease and a promise. You roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time, but thereβs no denying the butterflies you feel.
βKeep dreaming, Hannie,β you say, though thereβs no real bite in your words.
He just smiles, leaning back on the couch and stretching out like a contented cat. βDonβt worry, I plan to.β
You lean back, crossing your arms as you try to ignore the heat rising in your face. Jeonghan, as usual this fcker, seems to have an uncanny ability to make you flustered, even when you know heβs just messing with you.
He glances at you sideways, his lips quirking into that sly smile that tells you heβs thinking something far more wicked than what heβs letting on. βYou know, for someone whoβs always pretending like weβre βjust friends,β you really do let me get a little too close sometimes.β His eyes flicker down to where your leg brushes against his, and you know heβs doing it on purpose.
You scoff, trying to keep your composure. βWe are just friends. Stop trying to make it into something else.β
He leans back, his body close enough that the air between you seems charged. βSure we are,β he says in that tone, the one thatβs laced with something unspoken. He reaches over, his hand resting casually on your thigh. βJust friends who canβt keep their hands off each other, huh?β
You want to push his hand away, but instead, you let it stay there for a second longer than you should. βItβs not like that,β you murmur, though the lack of conviction in your voice betrays you.
βOh, really?β he says, voice dropping lower, the teasing replaced with something more insistent. βThen why does your heart beat faster every time I touch you?β His hand moves just a little higher, the fingers pressing lightly against the edge of your shorts. βYou canβt deny itβweβve crossed a line. Youβre not just my friend, and you know it.β
You give him a side-eye, your lips pressed into a thin line. βAnd what exactly do you mean by that?β
He shifts closer, his thigh pressing against yours now, and his hand that is resting on your thigh move casually to rests on the back of the couch, inches from your shoulder. His voice drops lower, almost a whisper, but still with that undeniable edge of cocky arrogance. βI mean, we both know how good we are at this whole... arrangement. Canβt really call it βjust friendsβ when weβre in bed, can we?β
You stiffen slightly, but you refuse to let him get under your skin. βYouβre ridiculous. Stop acting like youβve got me all figured out.β
Jeonghanβs eyes sparkle with amusement as he watches you try to keep your composure. βItβs cute, you know,β he says, almost mockingly, βwatching you pretend like this is all so innocent. But we both know better, donβt we?β
You snort, trying to maintain some semblance of control. βYouβre really full of yourself today, huh?β
βAm I?β His smirk is sharp, teasing. βOr are you just mad you canβt deny it? Again weβve already the crossed line, and we both know it. Weβve had our fun. But letβs be real hereβyou like it. I like it. And it works. So why not just embrace it?β
The way his words hang in the air makes it hard to focus on anything else. You try to ignore the effect itβs having on youβthe little shiver creeping up your spine. You know you should pull away, but somehow, you donβt. Instead, you find yourself leaning to him just a little closer, almost subconsciously, as if your body is betraying your mind.
Jeonghan notices this, his smirk deepening. βSee? Youβre not fooling anyone. So why donβt we make it easier on ourselves? Why donβt you just move in with me? We already spend so much time together, and youβre always here anyway.β His eyes glint with mischief. βItβll be so much more convenient, donβt you think?β
You let out a deep sigh before looking at him, βI told you before,β you say, trying to regain some semblance of control. βIβm not moving in with you. Youβre too much to handle.β
Jeonghan raises an eyebrow, leaning closer, his lips just a breath away from your ear. βAm I? Because I think youβve gotten pretty comfortable with all the βhandlingβ Iβve been doing.β
The way he says it makes you flush, but youβre not about to admit it. βDonβt get ahead of yourself, Hannie. Iβm not that easy.β
He chuckles softly, a sound thatβs laced with both humor and something darker, more dangerous. βOh, I know youβre not,β he says quietly. βBut you still let me in. And thatβs all I really need to know.β He then leans in closer, his breath brushing against your ear as he speaks again, his voice lower, more intimate. βAnd honestly, I think weβd be even better if we were together more... You know, living together. Think of all the time weβd have to... reconnect. You wouldnβt have to run home after a long night. We could take things slower... or not.β
The way his breath brushes your ear makes you shiver, and you can feel the heat creeping up your neck as he continues, his words slipping into that seductive tone he always seems to master so effortlessly. His lips are dangerously close now, his presence overwhelming, and despite yourself, youβre starting to feel the pull of what heβs suggesting.
βYou really know how to push my buttons, donβt you?β you manage to say, though your voice falters slightly, betraying the effect heβs having on you.
Jeonghan chuckles softly, his lips brush against your ear, just a feather-light touch, but it makes your pulse quicken. βI know you like this. Donβt pretend you donβt.β, he whispers.
You swallow hard, your breath hitching as he continues, his lips now tracing the curve of your ear. You try to keep your cool, but your heart is racing in your chest, and your mind is clouded by the tension between you two. His proximity is too much, and you feel your resolve will start to crack anytime.
βYouβre so damn persistent,β you mutter, trying to keep your composure. βAlways getting what you want.β
βYouβre not so hard to figure out, you know,β Jeonghan replies with a smirk thatβs all too knowing. He moves his lips down to your jaw, kissing just below your ear before pulling back slightly. βI already know how to make you give in. But imagine if I had more time with you... more time to make you forget everything but me.β
His lips are soft as they peck your cheek, just a brief, innocent touch, but it sends a jolt of warmth through your body. He doesnβt give you time to respond, immediately tilting your chin gently to face him. You donβt pull away, but your breath catches in your throat as his eyes lock onto yours, deep and intense.
βI donβt just want you to be here for a night, or a weekend, or when itβs convenient. I want all of you,β he murmurs, his lips barely brushing yours as he speaks. βI want you here, with me, all the time. Think about itβhaving everything we want, whenever we want. No more distance, no more playing games.β
Itβs not a suggestion anymore. Itβs more like an invitation, wrapped in all the quiet promises that make your heart race and your mind spin. You try to hold onto the threads of control, but his gaze is too damn intense, too disarming. Your mind flashes with the idea of being with him all the timeβliving together, waking up to him every day, hearing his voice close by at all hours. And just the thought has your stomach flipping.
He tilts his head slightly, still close enough for his lips to brush against your skin every time he speaks. βYou already leave things at my place. You think I donβt notice? Youβre halfway there already. Weβre already halfway there.β
You bite your lip, caught somewhere between wanting to push him away and wanting to pull him closer. Heβs always been like thisβpersistent, unrelenting, and yet somehow irresistible. Itβs dangerous. Itβs thrilling. And the worst part is, youβre starting to want it, too.
βYouβre really a pain in the ass,β you say, but the edge in your voice is gone, replaced with something softer, something that gives away just how much heβs getting to you.
βIβm only persistent because I know exactly what I want,β he says with a grin, brushing your hair behind your ear as his fingers graze your skin. His gaze flicks to your lips, and the tension between you both heightens in a heartbeat.
You can barely find your voice, the words coming out quieter than you intend. βAnd you always get what you want, right?β
Jeonghanβs grin deepens, his lips barely brushing yours as he speaks, his voice low and smooth. βExactly. So whatβs stopping you?β
You barge into the living room, your eyes locking onto Wonwoo sitting comfortably on the couch, glasses perched on his nose. Without a word, you plopped down beside him, grinning mischievously.
βWonwooo, look! Look!β you chirped, sticking out your tongue.
His gaze lazily shifted toward you. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he took in the glint of the tongue piercing. Slowly, he removed his glasses, pinching the bridge of his nose.
βYou disappeared for two fucking months,β he muttered, his tone laced with annoyance. βAnd this is what you come back with?β
βTehee~β you giggled, playing with the piercing by swirling it around your teeth.
Wonwooβs jaw tightened as he stared at you, clearly unimpressed. He reached out, squishing your cheeks with both hands, forcing your lips into a pout.
βThis was the big surprise you wouldnβt shut up about?β he asked, his voice dropping an octave, a mix of irritation and something... else. His thumb brushed against your jawline, and his tone turned low and velvety. βYou ghosted me for months. For this? For a fucking metal?β
βMmmph!β You mumbled through his hold, your cheeks still squished. You managed to get out, βIt needed time to heal!β You demonstrated by swirling the piercing again, the faint clicking sound audible.
Wonwooβs eye twitched. βThatβs your excuse?β His annoyance hadnβt faded, and suddenly, he leaned forward. βLet me see how healed it is, then.β
Before you could respond, his lips crashed onto yours, his movements firm and demanding. You gasped, startled, but he took full advantage, slipping his tongue past your lips. The sensation of him toying with the piercing sent jolts through you, leaving you breathless and pliant.
Your arms went slack as he deepened the kiss, his lips tugging slightly at yours before pulling back just enough to speak.
βStill dazed, huh?β he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lips, now slightly swollen. His eyes gleamed with mischief as he added, βLetβs test this thing out properly. You know what to do.β
Your heart skipped a beat at his words, the sultry suggestion making your already-jelly legs turn to mush.
Wonwooβs intense gaze stayed locked on yours, the corners of his lips curling into a smirk. His hands moved deliberately, trailing down to the buckle of his belt, the soft metallic clink echoing in the otherwise quiet room. You wet your lips waiting for his next move.
βYouβve had your fun showing it off,β he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur. βNow, letβs see if itβs as useful as youβve been bragging.β
Your breath hitched as you watched his fingers expertly undo the buckle, sliding the leather strap free with a deliberate slowness that made your stomach flutter.
βWonuβ¦β you whispered, your voice barely audible as you felt heat rising to your cheeks.
He chuckled darkly, leaning in so his lips brushed against your ear. βWhat?β he teased, his breath warm against your skin. βYouβre the one who disappeared on me, showing up with that little surprise. Shouldnβt I get to enjoy it properly?β
You swallowed hard, unable to respond, your cheeks burning as you bit your lip.
He leaned back slightly, tilting his head as he took in your expression, clearly enjoying your reaction. βDonβt get shy on me now,β he said, sliding the belt free and tossing it aside. His fingers moved to the button of his jeans, popping it open effortlessly.
Your eyes darted to his hands, then back to his face. His expression was calm, but the smoldering intensity in his eyes told you he was anything but...
βUnless youβre going to keep me waiting again,β he said, raising an eyebrow. The playful taunt in his tone sent shivers down your spine. βAnd we both know youβre not very good at that.β
His words snapped you out of your daze, and you bit your lip, you settle yourself in between his legs. You felt your throat go dry as Wonwooβs already hard length sprang free, standing tall and proud before you. Your gaze flickered up to his face, his hooded eyes burning with anticipation and the faintest smirk curling on his lips.
βGo on,β he murmured, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down your spine. βShow me what youβve been hiding this whole time.β
You licked your lips, your tongue flicking out just enough for the piercing to glint under the dim light. Wonwooβs eyes darkened at the sight, his jaw clenching slightly.
Slowly, you leaned forward, your lips parting to tease his tip with the piercing first. The cool sensation of the metal made him hiss, his head tilting back slightly.
βFuckβ¦β he muttered, his hand instinctively tangling in your hair, guiding you as you began to swirl your tongue around him.
You took your time, letting the piercing drag along the sensitive underside of his shaft, drawing low groans from him as his grip on your hair tightened. Each movement of your tongue was deliberate, adding pressure and flicks in just the right places to make him twitch.
βThatβ¦ tongue of yours,β Wonwoo gritted out, his voice strained yet dripping with approval. βYou really know how to use it, donβt you?β
You hummed around him in response, the vibration making him curse under his breath. As you took him deeper, your piercing brushed against his most sensitive spots, leaving him gripping the couch tightly with his free hand.
βGod, youβreβahβso fucking good at this,β he groaned, his hips bucking slightly into your mouth. You kept your rhythm steady, your eyes glancing up to watch him lose his composure, his chest heaving and his lips parted as soft curses tumbled from them.
βKeep going,β he rasped, his voice laced with desperation. βDonβt stopβ¦β
You obliged, swirling your tongue and letting the piercing glide over him until his hips stuttered and his breathing grew ragged.
You suddenly pulled back for a moment, letting your lips leave his shaft with a soft pop. Wonwoo groaned at the loss of contact but didnβt have to wait long as you tilted your head lower, your warm breath grazing his sensitive skin.
His eyes widened slightly, and he cursed softly under his breath when your mouth found its way to his balls. You gently sucked one into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it while your piercing added an unexpected jolt of pleasure.
βShit,β Wonwoo hissed, his hand tightening in your hair as he let his head fall back against the couch. βYouβre gonna fucking kill meβ¦β
His reaction spurred you on, your tongue lapping at him teasingly before you moved to give the same attention to the other while your hand continued to stroke his slick, throbbing cock. His thighs twitched slightly under your touch, and the deep groans you pulled from him sent heat coursing through your body.
After lavishing him with attention, you moved back to his cock, taking him into your mouth once more. You hollowed your cheeks, bobbing your head, the combination of suction, your tongue, and that piercing driving him wild.
βFuckβjust like that,β he groaned, his voice strained as his hips bucked slightly, chasing the heat of your mouth. βIβm closeβ¦β
You didnβt slow down, your hands gripping his thighs to steady yourself as you took him deeper, your tongue working him in all the right ways. The sound of his groans grew louder, more desperate, until finally, his grip on your hair tightened, and his body tensed.
With a deep, guttural moan, he came, his release hot and messy as it spilled into your mouth and onto your face and clothes. You pulled back slightly, gasping softly as you felt the warm stickiness on your skin.
Wonwoo opened his eyes, his chest heaving as he looked down at the sight before him. You, with your lips swollen, his release dripping from your chin, and your clothes slightly stained, had him groaning again.
βGod, look at you,β he muttered, his voice still thick with desire, a smirk tugging at his lip as he swipe his thumb across your chin to gather a stray drop before bringing it to your lips. βYouβre a fucking mess.β
You smirked, licking his thumb clean, your tongue flicking out with a playful glint of your piercing. βWell, youβre the one who made me this way,β you teased, sticking your tongue out to show off the piercing once more.
Wonwoo chuckled breathlessly, leaning back on the couch, his gaze never leaving you. βRemind me to thank whoever convinced you to get that piercing,β he said, his voice low and teasing.
Youβre in the bathroom, the warm steam curling around you as you kneel by the bathtub, washing Hoshiβs hair. He lays back, the curve of his neck resting on the edge of the tub, eyes closed, a serene smile playing on his lips. The sound of the running water mingles with your voice as you scold him gently.
βI canβt believe you thought it was a good idea to try and jump that fence, you're not Latte for godβs sake,β you say, working the shampoo into his hair with firm, yet gentle, fingers. βWhat were you thinking?β
He laughs, a light, carefree sound that echoes off the tiles. βI wasnβt thinking,β he admits, his eyes opening to look at you with that mischievous sparkle. βBut it was fun, wasnβt it?β
βFun? You could have broken something!β you retort, though your tone is softened by affection. βHonestly, Soonyoung, sometimes I wonder how youβve made it this far without getting yourself killed.β
Hoshi grins, tilting his head back a bit more, his damp hair slick against his scalp. βI have you to take care of me,β he says, his voice playful and teasing. He pauses, then his eyes soften as they lock onto yours. βCan I get a quick peck? For being such a brave idiot?β
You roll your eyes, but you canβt help the smile tugging at your lips. βI agree you're an idiot but for being brave, not sure about that.β
He just laughs again, the sound pure and happy, and you lean down, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. He sighs contentedly, his eyes fluttering closed once more as you return to washing his hair, your hands moving gently massaging his scalp.
βThank you,β he murmurs, almost as if to himself.
You shake your head, still smiling. βJust try not to do anything stupid again, okay?β
βNo promises,β he replies, and you know heβs only half-joking.
You finish rinsing the last of the shampoo from Hoshiβs hair, the suds swirling down the drain. As you start to stand, he catches your arm, his grip gentle but insistent.
βStay,β he says softly, his eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of pleading and mischief.
You sigh, looking down at him with a mixture of fondness and exasperation. βKwon Soonyoung, you know what happens when I get in there with you. We end up having sex, and I havenβt recovered from the last time. So no.β
He gives you that trademark grin of his, the one that usually melts your resolve. βBut Iβm injured,β he protests, pouting slightly. βI wouldnβt have the strength to make love anyway.β
You raise an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. βAre you sure about that?β
He laughs, a little sheepishly this time. βOkay, maybe not entirely sure. But I promise to behave. I just want you close.β
You hesitate for a moment, the warmth of the bathroom and the sincerity in his eyes making it hard to refuse. But you know him too well.
βSoonyoung, your promises are about as reliable as your decision-making,β you say, but there's no real bite in your words.
He chuckles, squeezing your hand. βJust this once? I wonβt try anything, I swear.β
You let out a long sigh, giving in. βFine. But if you try anything, Iβm out.β
His face lights up with a smile as you carefully climb into the tub, settling beside him. True to his word, he simply wraps his arm around you, pulling you close as he rests his head on your shoulder.
βThank you,β he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. βI just needed you here.β
You relax into his embrace, the water warm and soothing around you both. βYouβre lucky I love you,β you say, closing your eyes.
βI know,β he replies softly, holding you a little tighter. "and I love you too."
You were sitting on the floor, your back resting against the couch, idly scrolling through your phone. The air smelled faintly of soap and shampoo, and you glanced up just in time to see Wonwoo walking out of the shower, the way his white shirt clung to his still-drying skin made your heart race.
He walked over and sat beside you, his long legs stretched out in front of him as he began wiping his glasses with a small cloth. You couldn't help but stare, your head tilting slightly against the couch as you admired him.
Wonwoo looked effortlessly handsomeβhis defined jawline, the way his lips pressed together in thought as he cleaned his glasses, the droplets of water trailing down his neck. It was too much to handle.
Noticing your gaze, he raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He placed his glasses on the table, setting the cloth aside before turning his full attention to you.
βWhat?β he asked, his voice low and teasing as he leaned forward, his eyes flicking down to your lips.
You didnβt answer, your breath catching as he closed the distance between you. His hand came to rest on the floor beside you, his face mere inches away. Your heart raced in anticipation, and you waited, your lips slightly parted.
Then, finally, he kissed you. You kissed him back immediately, your hand moving to his neck as you deepened the kiss. Your tongue ran along his bottom lip, silently asking for entrance.
Wonwoo chuckled softly against your lips, the sound low and almost smug, before parting them to let you in. The kiss quickly shifted as he took control, his tongue tangling with yours in a way that left you literally breathless.
You whimpered softly, your fingers tightening in his damp hair as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss further. His hand found its way to your waist, steadying you as he continued to dominate.
When you pulled back slightly to catch your breath, his lips didnβt stray far, brushing against yours as he whispered, βYou really canβt resist me, can you?β
You pouted, your cheeks warm as you muttered, βYouβre the one who kissed me first.β
Wonwoo smirked, his thumb gently brushing along your jawline. βAnd you didnβt exactly stop me,β he teased, leaning in to steal another kiss.
When he's done, he leaned back slightly, still close enough that his breath brushed against your lips. His dark eyes sparkled with amusement as he tilted his head, studying your flushed face.
βI guess you found me pretty handsome, huh?β he said, his tone smug yet teasing.
You scoffed, trying to look away, but his hand gently cupped your chin, turning your face back toward him. βDonβt even try to deny it,β he added, his smirk deepening. βI caught you staring.β
Your cheeks burned, and you playfully swatted at his chest, though it lacked any real force. βYouβre so full of yourself,β you muttered, trying to ignore how good he looked sitting there with his freshly showered glow.
He chuckled, clearly enjoying how flustered youβd become. βI mean, can you blame me? Youβre practically drooling over me.β
You rolled your eyes but couldnβt help the small smile tugging at your lips. βFine. Maybe just maybe.. youβre a little handsome,β you admitted hesitantly.
βA little?β he repeated, raising an eyebrow and leaning in closer, his face just inches from yours again. βIs that really all youβve got to say after staring at me like that?β
You huffed, and raised both of your hands. βOkay, okay. Youβre extremely handsome. Happy now?β
His grin turned softer but no less smug as he kissed the corner of your mouth. βVery,β he said, his voice low and full of satisfaction. βBut I think I need to hear you say it again. Just to make sure.β
Before you could protest, he kissed you once again, effectively cutting off any of your response with a laugh that rumbled against your lips.
You and Hao were sitting on the couch, casually chatting about something neither of you would remember later. The conversation flowed easily, as it always did with him, but your thoughts werenβt entirely on the topic. You had something else in mind (his lips).
As he talked, you found yourself staring at his lips, unable to resist the temptation. You decided to give it a shotβ"the triangle method" you saw this on your feed last time and wanted to check if this is legit. Slowly, you glanced at his eyes, then his lips, and then back to his eyes again.
Minghao didnβt pause. He didnβt even blink.
Instead, he leaned in and gave you a quick, soft kiss before pulling back and continuing the conversation as though nothing had happened. His expression was still nonchalant, so perfectly composed, that you thought he hadnβt even noticed what you were trying to do.
You blinked, a little stunned, and sat there quietly as he kept talking. Does he not know about that method? you wondered. Did he kiss me by accident? The questions swirled in your mind, but you didnβt voice any of them.
Then, out of nowhere, he turned to you with a sly grin. βIf you wanted a kiss, you couldβve just said so,β he teased, his tone mocking but still playful.
Your face flushed with embarrassment, and you glared at him. βI wasnβtβ!β you started, but he raised an eyebrow knowingly, cutting you off without a word.
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. βOkay, fine. Would you have kissed me if I asked???β
His response was immediate. βNo.β His expression didnβt waver, completely unfazed.
You clicked your tongue in annoyance, turning your face away from him. He chuckled at your reaction, finding your little pout adorable. Without missing a beat, he reached over and grabbed your waist, pulling you closer until you were perched on his lap.
Startled, you looked at him with wide eyes. βWhat?β you muttered, your sulking tone still evident.
Minghao leaned back against the couch, his arms loosely wrapped around you. βDonβt sulk,β he said with a smirk, clearly enjoying your annoyed state.
βIβm not sulking,β you shot back, though your pout betrayed your words.
His laughter was soft and warm, and before you could say anything else, he leaned in and pecked your lips. βSorry,β he murmured softly.
Another peck. βIβmβ¦β
And another. ββ¦soβ¦β
One more, his lips lingering just a second longer this time. ββ¦sorry.β
Your sulkiness melted away as his kisses continued, and you couldnβt help but giggle softly. βYouβre only sorry because you feel bad for teasing me,β you said, though your words lacked any real bite.
βMaybee,β he admitted with a shrug, his hands tightening around your waist. βBut youβre so cute when you get pouty.β
You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. βYou always need to have the last word hu?,β you muttered, leaning forward to kiss him properly this time.
Wonwoo leans on the door frame, his arms crossed, looking at you focused on your laptop. Your fingers keep typing nonstop, the clatter of keys the only sound in the room.
"You've been engrossed with your laptop for days," he says, breaking the silence.
You stop typing and close your laptop immediately, turning your head to look at him. "It's just some research stuff," you reply, trying to sound casual. But the truth is, he has no idea you're writing a fanfic about himβnot just any fic, but a R18+ one.
You stand up and walk over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist in a hug. "Soo how's the progress on the album with Hans?" you ask, hoping to divert his attention.
He rests his chin on top of your head, his arms encircling you in return. "It's going well," he says softly. "Just preparing for the MV maybe this coming week or so... But I'm more curious about what you've been working on."
You feel your cheeks heat up, your heart racing as you hold him tighter, "I'm just searching for a new game that's all," you reply, trying to sound convincing.
Wonwoo raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Your chrome isn't even open."
You look up at him, caught off guard. He points to his glasses. "My vision is clear," he says, smiling.
You let out a nervous laugh, your mind racing to come up with another excuse. But the way heβs looking at you, with that teasing glint in his eyes, makes it hard to think straight. So instead, you tighten your grip around his waist, hiding your face in his chest.
"Okay four eyes, you caught me," you mumble into his shirt. "But it's really nothing."
He chuckles, his hand coming up to gently stroke your hair. "Alright, I'll let it slide for now. But next time, maybe you can show me what you've been working on?"
Your heart skips a beat, and you can only hope he never finds out the real reason behind your late-night typing sessions.
He then gently removes your arms from around his waist and he directly head straight to your workstation. Panic sets in as you rush to stop him, wrapping your arms around his torso from behind.
"Yaaaa, wait!" you plead, trying to hold him back. "You said you will let it slideee."
He laughs, a deep, genuine sound, and continues to move forward, dragging you along with him. "What are you hiding, hmm?" he teases, enjoying your struggle.
"Seriously, it's nothing!" you insist, your grip tightens.
He pauses, turning his head slightly to look at you over his shoulder, still smiling. "You know, you're making me even more curious."
You groan, knowing he wonβt give up easily. "It's justβ¦ embarrassing, okay?"
He turns around fully, facing you, his expression softening a bit. "I won't judge, you know that," he says gently.
You hesitate, then sigh, loosening your hold on him. "Fine. Again don't judge me and don't even laugh." as you point your finger on him.
He grins, reaching out to lift your chin. "I promise."
With a reluctant nod, you step aside, watching nervously as he approaches the table.
Wonwoo sits on your chair and opens the laptop, starting to read. You panic and cover his eyes as he begins to speak, "Really, babe?"
"Stop, stop," you nervously plead.
He removes your hands from his glasses and looks up at you. "I thought you didn't like being rough, but here? You even describe my dick well, props to that," he says, a teasing glint in his eyes.
You cover your face with your hands, feeling the heat of embarrassment spreading across your cheeks. He grabs your waist and settles you on his lap, and you nudge your face into his neck, mumbling, "It's just fiction."
He chuckles, "But the details⦠wait, am I a mafia boss here?"
You blush even more deeply. "And how do you know this kind of position? We haven't even tried this one yet," he continues.
"Stop reading." You plead, but he ignores you and keeps reading.
"Have you been watching porn while I'm away?" he asks.
"It's just for reference, Won," you reply weakly. "You know I have more experience than you, right?" he counters.
"Well, then it wouldn't be fiction, it would be like your diary or something," you retort, looking at him. "And my readers like this kind of stuff."
He laughs and scrolls down, continuing to read. "And you even make me a cold, possessive jerk? Really, babe?"
You bury your face in his shoulder, mortified yet unable to suppress a giggle at his reaction.
"Well, this is already a fanfic since you made me a mafia boss," Wonwoo remarks, pausing in his reading. "You make Mingyu my rival... wait, will he... uh, fuck around with the female lead too?"
He's now fully invested, and you try to cover the screen, but he removes your hand, his expression turning serious. "Behave," he instructs firmly.
"Why is the female named as Y/N?" he asks, his tone softer now as he realizes you're writing a reader-insert fanfic.
You hesitate to answer, but he catches on, teasing you, "So you're imagining yourself being fucked by a mafia boss, huh?"
"It's not like that," you deny it quickly,
He chuckles, shaking his head. "You know, you're missing some details in this sex part," he points out, gesturing to the screen.
"What's wrong with that?" you ask, feeling defensive.
"Since you haven't tried this position, you need to experience it firsthand to be able to describe it accurately," he explains matter-of-factly.
He then stops reading, setting your laptop aside. You think it's over, so you stand up. He does too, but to your surprise, he grabs your hand and drags you to a nearby couch in the room.
As Wonwoo positions you on the couch, he bends you at the waist, your upper body resting on the cushions while the arm of the couch supports your hips. Before you can fully comprehend what's happening, he swiftly removes your shorts along with your underwear, making you gasp in surprise and arousal.
He leans in close, his breath warm against your ear. "You know, I read something in your story about fingering and sucking first," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Before... before fucking her hard."
You shiver at his words, feeling a rush of heat pooling between your legs. "Y-yes," you manage to reply, your voice barely above a whisper.
Without further preamble, he descends upon you, his lips trailing hot kisses along the curve of your neck. But his touch is not gentle; it's rough, demanding, leaving marks of his passion in its wake. He bites down on your skin, his teeth grazing against your flesh, leaving you gasping for more.
As his lips find their way to your shoulder, With a wicked grin, he murmurs against your skin, "Let's see if I got your story right." he grips your thighs tightly, parting them with a force that sends a jolt of pleasure through you. His touch is possessive, his fingers digging into your skin as he explores every inch of your body with a hunger that leaves you trembling.
Your breath catches in your throat as his words send a shiver of anticipation down your spine. You nod, unable to form coherent words, your heart pounding in your chest.
And then, without warning, he lowers his head between your thighs, his mouth claiming you with a primal urgency. He doesn't hold back: his tongue is rough and insistent, lapping at your core with a fierce intensity that threatens to drive you over the edge.
But it's not just his tongue that drives you wild; it's his teeth, sinking into your flesh with a delicious sting that sends waves of pleasure coursing through you. He bites and sucks with abandon, his mouth a whirlwind of sensation that leaves you teetering on the brink of ecstasy.
You then gasp as Wonwoo inserts his fingers roughly, the sensation sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His roughness only intensifies as he continues to suck and lick you, driving you to the edge with each relentless stroke.
When you finally reach your climax, the pleasure is so intense that you can't help but squirt, your juices spilling over his face in a hot, sticky mess. He doesn't flinch; instead, he stands up, slapping your ass roughly as you continue to leak your essence, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure coursing through you.
With a primal growl, he positions himself between your legs, straddling you as he forcefully slaps his cock into you like an animal. In this position, there's no room for romanceβno eye contact, no kissing, no caressing. It's pure, raw, animalistic fucking, and you revel in it.
As he takes you from behind, you can feel his gaze burning into you, consuming you with lust as he uses you for his pleasure. You lowkey love itβthe feeling of being dominated, of being nothing more than an object for his satisfaction. It awakens something primal within you, igniting your submissive side like never before.
As Wonwoo continues to pound into you with primal intensity, his breath ragged and his movements rough, he begins to utter possessive lines, echoing the ones you wrote in your fanfic.
"You like it when I degrade you, don't you?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You love being used like this, don't you, you filthy little slut?"
His words send a shiver of excitement down your spine. You find yourself nodding eagerly, unable to form coherent words as pleasure clouds your mind.
He continues, his voice dripping with possessiveness. "You're mine, Y/N," he declares, his grip tightening on your hips as he drives himself deeper into you. "No one else can have you like this. You belong to me, body and soul. Say it."
You moan in response, unable to resist his command. "I'm yours," you gasp, the words coming out in a breathless whisper.
"That's right," he murmurs, he then delivers a sharp slap to your ass. "And don't you forget it. You're mine to use, to pleasure, to fuck however I want."
Wonwoo's thrusts grow deeper and rougher, each movement driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. Your bodies collide with a primal rhythm, the sound of skin against skin echoing through the room.
He hisses in pleasure, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're so tight," he gasps, the words slipping out between clenched teeth. "Even after all this time, you still feel so fucking good."
With a final, powerful thrust, he releases his hot, sticky essence deep inside you, filling you completely with his fluid. The sensation sends you over the edge, your climax crashing over you like a tidal wave.
Wonwoo pulls his cock out, releasing the last of his cum onto your back. You breathe heavily, reveling in the fact that this is the first time he's been so rough with you during sex. He then gently picks you up and settles you both onto the couch.
As he plays with your hair, he smirks and asks, "So, whoβs the better fuckβthe mafia version of me or the real thing?"
You squint your eyes at his absurd question, trying to suppress a laugh. "It's just fiction, Babe, Mere fiction," you reply, shaking your head.
He chuckles, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I know, I know," he says, his voice gentle. "I was just curious... At least you got to experience the sex position you wrote about," he added as he resumes on toying with your hair. "And if you need to try more for the sake of realism in your stories, I'd be open to it. No need for extra research when you have me."
You roll your eyes playfully, leaning against him. "Whatever." But he's not done yet, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Are there other stories you've written that I haven't read? Are they rated 18? And do you write about other members too?" he fires off questions.
Before he can ask more, you hush his mouth with a kiss, which he eagerly reciprocates, pulling you closer. You sense there might be another round, but this time, he'll be gentle like he used to be.
As time passes, you find yourself in the final years of college, a lot has changed since your breakup with Mingyu. One significant change is Wonwoo stepping forward to be your rebound. His proposal catches you off guard, but deep down, you find comfort in the familiarity and trust you've shared since middle school. After all, what's the worst thing that could happen, right? So, you agree, knowing that you have someone you can rely on during this transitional period.
You spot Wonwoo waiting outside your building, and a rush of excitement floods through you. Without hesitation, you run towards him, throwing your arms around him and planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Hey there," he says with a smile, his eyes sparkling with affection as he returns the gesture. "Ready for another day?"
You nod eagerly, feeling a sense of warmth and security wash over you as he takes your hand, leading you towards his car.
As you drive together, Wonwoo brings up the idea of living together, a proposal he's mentioned before. With his early graduation and ample free time, he's been able to support you in ways you never imagined. He's the epitome of the perfect boyfriend, always there for you and willing to go the extra mile.
The fact that you're his first girlfriend speaks volumes, filling you with a sense of pride and reassurance. With him by your side, you feel like you can take on anything that comes your way.
"Hey, how's your thesis going?" Wonwoo asks, breaking the silence as you settle into the car.
You let out a sigh, feeling the weight of the impending deadline bearing down on you. "I'm almost there," you reply, your voice tinged with frustration. "But I can't help but get anxious when I think about defending my case."
He reaches over and squeezes your thigh reassuringly, his touch sending a comforting warmth through you. "You've got this," he says with a gentle smile. ""And remember, I can help you practice for the defense to lessen your anxiety."
His words soothe your nerves, and you find yourself reaching for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. Wonu brings your intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of your hand, filling you with a sense of calm and gratitude for having him by your side.
As you two arrive home, Wonwoo turns to you with a gentle smile. "Why don't you go take a bath first while I prepare dinner?" he says, his voice gentle and reassuring.
You nod, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips before heading to the restroom. "Sounds good," you reply with a smile, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness.
After a relaxing bath, you emerge from the restroom feeling refreshed and ready for dinner. The aroma of the food fills the air, and you find Wonwoo already setting the table. "Everything smells amazing," you compliment him, a smile playing on your lips.
He returns the smile, his eyes sparkling with warmth. "I'm glad you think so. Let's eat," he says, gesturing for you to take a seat at the table.
After dinner, as you both settle into the living room, he suggests watching a movie before heading to bed. "How about we watch a movie before we call it a night?" he suggests, a playful glint in his eyes.
You agree with a smile, knowing how much you enjoy these quiet moments together. "That sounds perfect," you reply, snuggling up beside him on the couch.
True to your habit, halfway through the movie, you find yourself drifting off to sleep, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light over the room. Wonwoo chuckles softly at your familiar habit, his affection for you evident in his eyes.
Gently, he scoops you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he carries you to bed. He places a tender kiss on your forehead before tucking you in, ensuring you're comfortable and safe.
"Sweet dreams, my love," he whispers softly, his voice filled with love and tenderness as he watches over you for a moment longer before heading to bed himself,
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Wonwoo's POV
As Y/N finally drift into a deep slumber, Wonwoo gently removes the blanket covering him and carefully tucks his girlfriend in, making sure she's warm and comfortable. With a soft smile, he watches her for a moment, feeling a surge of affection for Y/N wash over him.
Quietly, he grabs his phone and car keys before slipping out of the room, careful not to disturb her peaceful sleep. The cool night air greets him as he steps outside, a sense of freedom and anticipation coursing through his veins.
Arriving at the 24/7 cafe, Wonwoo is greeted by his friend with a wide grin. "You're alive!" his friend exclaims, raising one hand up for a high five.
Wonwoo returns the smile, giving his friend a high five before settling down beside him. A laptop sits between them, and they're currently in a video call with their friends.
"Welcome back, our dear friend," his friend says in a mocking tone, followed by another friend chiming in with a similar greeting.
As the conversation deepens, Dokyeom suddenly ask, "Eeey, just wondering when are you and Mingyu planning to return home? We miss having you guys around."
"Just waiting for my graduation," he replied nonchalantly, his gaze flickering to Wonwoo beside him.
Minghao's playful voice cut through the conversation, his tone tinged with sarcasm."Oh, did I forget to mention? There's a special place in hell waiting just for you two." he joked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Dokyeom chimed in with a laugh, adding his own jest. "Satan wants to resign because of how fucked up Wonu's plan was." he teased, shaking his head in mock disbelief.
The mere fact that Mingyu and Wonwoo knew each other before Y/N, and Wonu was aware of Mingyu's infidelity from the start, since he was the one introducing girls to him, only added to the irony of the situation. Yet, instead of remorse, they exchanged glances and laughed, not feeling even an inch of guilt for what they had done to Y/N.
The library is hushed, save for the occasional rustling of pages and the soft tapping of fingers on keyboards. Along with your groupmates you were deeply immersed in research for your upcoming projects.
Suddenly, Chan slides a note across the table to you, his handwriting slightly messy but still readable: "You're invited to join us on the trip this spring break <3"
Curious, you jot down a quick response. "Why?"
Chan leans over and whispers, "What do you mean why? You hardly leave your room or the campus. You need a break!" He mocks you playfully, nudging your arm.
Vernon, usually the quiet one, decides to chime in. "You've been so focused on your love life that you forget to have a social life," he points out.
Feigning injury, you dramatically clutch your chest and say, "Ugh!"
Seungkwan smirks and adds, "Truth hurts, right?"
You sigh, knowing they're right but feeling conflicted. "I need to ask permission from Gyu," you admit, already anticipating the collective groan.
The three of them exchange knowing glances. "Every time you ask for permission, he says no," Vernon points out. "And he always asks if there are boys there, even if itβs a mixed group."
"He trusts you, right?" Kwannie questions, raising an eyebrow. "You've wasted three years in college, either stuck in your room or his. Iβm still surprised you have a few friends left."
You know they have a point, and their concern makes you think. Maybe it is time to start living more for yourself. When your boyfriend comes to fetch you at the library, you decide to seize the moment.
As you're packing up your things, you muster the courage to ask him. "Love, my friends are planning an out-of-town trip this spring break. Can I go with them?"
To your surprise, he doesn't immediately refuse. Instead, he smiles and says, "Sure, have fun. Just make sure to contact me from time to time."
You blink in disbelief. "Really? You're okay with it?"
"Yeah, really," he reassures you, leaning in to give you a quick kiss. "Enjoy yourself, love. You deserve it."
Your friends, who are within earshot, exchange surprised looks and give you encouraging thumbs-ups. For the first time in a long while, you feel a sense of freedom and excitement.
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After a week away, you decide to return to the university, eager to surprise your boyfriend. You and your friends had spent the past few days at the beach, soaking up the sun and letting go of all the built-up stress from your college years.
As you step onto campus, a sense of excitement bubbles within you. You can't wait to see Mingyu's reaction when you surprise him. But more than that, you feel a newfound sense of clarity and perspective.
The time away with your friends has given you the opportunity to reflect on yourself and your relationship with him. You realize that you've been too focused on pleasing him and adhering to his restrictions, sacrificing your own happiness and freedom in the process.
You've come to realize that you deserve more. You deserve a relationship built on trust, communication, and mutual respect β one where you can be yourself without fear of judgment or restrictions.
Excited to see him, you use the spare key he gave and let yourself into his room. However, the surprise quickly turns into shock as you see him making out with a blonde girl.
Shock courses through you, but you quickly compose yourself, steeling your resolve as you step into the room. "What the hell, Kim Mingyu?" you demand, your voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside you.
The blondie starts to speak up, but you cut her off with a glare. "Shut the fuck up," you snap, your eyes flashing with anger. "Move your slutty ass out of this conversation, or I will fucking slap the shit out of you."
The girl pales, fear flashing in her eyes as she quickly gathers her things and hurries out of the room, leaving you alone with your cheater ass boyfriend who came up with the worst alibi you can ever imagine.
Turning to face him, you feel a mixture of betrayal and disbelief swirling inside you. "So let me get this straight," you begin, your voice dripping with sarcasm. "Blondie here just happened to trip and fall into your arms, and your lips just happened to touch and your tongues just happened to get tangled?! And why the fuck is she inside your room in the first place? That's fucking bullshit! Even a five-year-old can lie better than you."
He stands up shaking his head "You can't be serious right now," he says, his voice dripping with false concern. "You're overreacting, Y/N. You always do this. You jump to conclusions without even giving me a chance to explain."
Your jaw clenches, struggling to contain your frustration. "Explain?! Oh, don't even try that with me, Mingyu," you retort, your voice laced with venom. "You're the one caught red-handed making out with another girl in your room! There's no explaining your way out of this."
His expression hardens, his tone turning defensive. "She means nothing to me, Y/N. It's all a misunderstanding" he insists, his words ringing hollow. "You're the one I love. You're the one I want to be with."
You scoff, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. "Cut the crap, Mingyu. I'm not buying your lies anymore," you say, your voice trembling with suppressed anger.
"You know what, I can't believe you're making such a big deal out of nothing," he says dismissively, his tone dripping with disdain. "You're the one who's always accusing me of cheating, when all I've ever done is try to be a good boyfriend to you."
You feel a surge of frustration at his words, struggling to comprehend how he could downplay his actions so callously. "You gotta be kidding me?!" you reply, your voice tinged with bafflement. "You honestly think that what just happened isn't cheating? Is this some kind of a joke to you?"
He scoffs, rolling his eyes. "It's not like I slept with her or anything," he retorts, his tone defensive.
You stare at him incredulously. "Are you serious right now? So now cheating is only cheating if it involves sex?" you shoot back, your voice rising in frustration. "What kind of mindset do you even have?!"
But Mingyu refuses to back down, his arrogance fueling his argument. "I never said anything when you and that Wonwoo were talking, right?" he retorts, his voice laced with accusation. "So why can't you just ignore this one time thing? It's not like it means anything."
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, the hypocrisy of his argument leaving you speechless. "You're comparing me talking to a friend to you making out with another girl?" you ask, shaking your head in disbelief.
But before you can say anything else, Mingyu leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin. "If you're mad because you saw me kissing someone, then fine," he says, his voice dangerously low. "I can fucking kiss you right now if that's what you want."
As he leans closer, you push him away with all the strength you can muster, disgust evident on your face. "Don't you dare put your dirty mouth on me," you hiss, your voice trembling with rage.
But Mingyu refuses to back down, his desperation evident as he tries to guilt-trip you into forgiving him. "Don't tell me you're going to throw away three years of our relationship over a simple kiss with that girl," he argues, his voice pleading.
"A simple kiss?!" you repeat. "You call that a simple kiss? You two were practically eating each other alive, and you call that a simple kiss?!"
He brushes his hair back in annoyance, clearly growing impatient with the conversation. "Then why don't you go make out with someone so we can be even?" he challenges, his voice tinged with bitterness. "You can call Wonwoo for God's sake."
"You know what? We're done," you declare, your voice firm and resolute as you finally put an end to the conversation between the two of you.
"Fine, be that way," Mingyu snaps, his tone tinged with resentment. "But don't come crying to me when you realize what you've lost."
You narrow your eyes, refusing to be intimidated by his attempts to guilt-trip you more. "Don't you worry," you retort, your voice steady despite the storm of emotions raging inside you. "I would never come back, even if you begged on your knees."
As you turn and walk away from his room, a mixture of relief and sadness washes over you. You should have trusted your instincts from the beginning, and now you're experiencing the painful aftermath of ignoring them.
Instead of returning to your dorm building, you decide to head back to your parents' home. With a week left before spring break ends, you figure you might as well make the most of it and seek some comfort and solace. As you settle into your old bedroom, you can't help but twist and turn, replaying the events that transpired with Mingyu.
Lost in thought, you almost didn't hear your mom calling you for dinner. Taking a deep breath, you push yourself to get up and head downstairs. As you reach the dining room, you're taken aback by the sight of an unexpected but familiar face at the dinner table.
"Hi there, munchkin," says Wonwoo, smiling warmly at you.
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Mingyu's POV
Mingyu sits in front of his laptop, his friends appearing on the screen. But instead of the usual banter and laughter, he's met with teasing and mockery.
"You really screwed up this time, Kim. Mingyu," Minghao chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief. "I can't believe you thought that lame excuse would fly."
His jaw tightens as he tries to defend himself. "I didn't know she was coming back early," he protests, his voice defensive. "I panicked, okay?"
Dokyeom lets out a snort of laughter. "Come on, man. Even my niece could come up with a better lie than that and she's three," he says, unable to contain his amusement.
Mingyu's frustration grows as they continue to poke fun at him. He absentmindedly plays with the ball in his hand, tossing it up and catching it in a futile attempt to distract himself from their teasing.
"You could've said you two were rehearsing for a play or something," Minghao suggests, a smirk playing on his lips. "But naaur, you had to go with the girl tripping over and you catching her. Smart move, buddy."
"Yeah, yeah, I get it," he mutters, his tone resigned. "It was a stupid excuse. I messed up, okay?"
His friends exchange knowing glances, their amusement evident in their expressions. "Well, at least you're owning up to it," Minghao says with a smirk. "But seriously, man, you need to work on your lying skills."
Suddenly, Dokyeom interrupts, holding up his phone to the screen with a smirk. "Hey, check it out. Y/N just posted a story on IG."
Minghao lets out a playful laugh, nudging him teasingly. "Are you stalking her right now? How else would you be so updated on her posts?"
Dokyeom chuckles, shrugging off the teasing with a dismissive wave. "Hey, I just happened to see it pop up on my feed," he defends himself, though the grin on his face betrays his amusement.
Mingyu's curiosity peaks, and he can't resist the urge to ask, "Well, what did she post?"
Dokyeom continues, his grin widening. "Looks like Y/N's with her best friend now. Niceee, I smell a rebound," he says, laughing at his own joke.
