unrequited maybe later requited love, smut | angst | comfort,what not. friends with benefits, happy ending maybe, maybe a little toxic idk.
synopsis : he only knocks when he’s broken. and every time, you let him in. even when he’s never been yours to begin with.
but maybe this time, when he returns, it won’t be to borrow your love. maybe it will be because he finally knows that it's always been you.
1.
wc: 954
₊˚ʚ ᓚᘏᗢ 𖹭 🦌 ˚˖⁺
funny. he doesn't even remember leaving his sweater here. and now it clings to his shoulders like an old piece of him that he's getting back after a long while. a piece you could never throw away.
he walks around, looking at things that feel familiar, too familiar.
like the frame of your highschool graduation that lays cold on a shelf nearby. graduation, the day he decided to let go and find another home. in someone else. someone who wasn't you.
he ends up finding his way to your kitchen. leaning against the doorway with hands in his pockets, a used towel hangs around his shoulders, damp hair letting drops of water trail down the back of the old sweater he’d left here months ago. ten, maybe.
the fabric smells slightly musty, with echoes of known memories.
his eyes fall on you, you're standing at the counter with your back to him. you quietly cook, shrugging off the weight of his faraway gaze on your shoulders.
it's too careful, too distant. he doesn't see you.
always from afar as it always has been, he's busy searching for something else in your presence, never allowing himself too close.
your shoulders stay stiff, afraid that if you turn, you'll be met with eyes that don't really look at you.
he wants to move closer. wrap his arms around your waist, feel the warmth of your skin, the rise and fall of your breath. but he doesn’t.
instead, he walks to you—near you and settles at half an arm’s length away. he rests lightly against the counter, you don't notice him as his gaze flicks to the stove.
“ramyeon?” he asks, voice soft enough to come out as a whisper.
you startle, sighing once you catch sight of him beside you. “hm? yeah...”
a low chuckle escapes him. “that’s my favourite.”
and you're thrown off for a moment. right, it's his favourite, you remember as you glance at the pot infront of you. you didn't even realise.
“oh... i just... i had it in the fridge,” you murmur, words stinging your throat as you avoid his eyes. it’s been so long. do you still know each other like you used to?
you steal a glance at him, quick and nearly hesitant. he looks different now. a little broader at the shoulders, arms slightly bulkier, but he's still the same in all the ways that hurt.
the way the corners of his eyes still crease when he smiles. the way his voice softens and his head dips lower whenever he speaks to you.
does he know that you see it all? see him all? but none of that belongs to you anymore, and it hasn't for a long time.
you're afraid to reach out, even when he’s right here. he's not yours to hold, you know it. his heart belongs to her.
.
you eat in silence. the air around warm, but nothing less than stifling to you. you smile once or twice when your eyes meet. small, forced smiles that make your chest hurt more the longer he sits there.
for him though, sitting down across from you at the small table, rain pouring outside, hot bowl of food infront of him, it feels like home. a place he's longed to be at before he even left. you're being so kind, but he’s not sure he deserves it.
his mind races with things he wants to say as he erratically shakes his leg under the table. he's got questions to ask, things to clarify, although you haven't asked for anything, not what happened, why it happened, how it happened, but his words are barricaded by something he can’t name.
you glance at your phone buzzing on the table, then at him. "excuse me."
the formality. he notices it sharp and biting. none of you had ever been used to talking this way with each other.
his fingers curl, fist tightening. then again, what right does he even have...to feel this way anymore?
he heaves out a shaky breath.
he hears you mumble sweet endearments to the caller. he wants to ask. who was that?
but the question knots in his throat. and before he can prepare himself to speak, you set the phone back down.
“my niece,” you tell him, light and offhand.
he exhales, relaxing. of course. how could he forget the little kid whose advice could've saved him years of what he believes to be an unreciprocated heartbreak?
.
later, as he helps you clear the table, his hand brushes against yours. unintentional but the brief heat of his skin against yours only makes your heart thump louder. you both pull back, quick in action.
.
and when the time comes to say goodnight, he stands infront of you in the hallway, gulping like a toddler afraid of getting yelled at for not finishing his homework.
"good night." he mumbles, arms cautious before he wraps it around your shoulders.
your arms stay still at your sides, you can barely hug him back. “goodnight.” the feigned smile on your lips somehow aches straight through your ribs.
his hold tightens, just a bit too tight, and lingers just a second too long. with his breath warm on your temple, you would assume he's hesitating to let go. as if he never really wanted to. but you know better than anyone else to ever let yourself do that again.
he lets you go at last.
his fingers trail away from your arms slower than they should. gaze unreadable but there's a flicker, of guilt—hesitation—yearning in the way his hands hover midair before falling to his sides.
with a sigh, he watches you leave to your room. keeping himself company in the dark for a while with agony huge enough to devour you both, before he settles himself in your guestroom.
Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.7k | Pairing: psh x f!reader
Summary: Seonghwa wasn't as slick with his daydreaming as he thought.
Direct Continuation of Daydreaming
Warnings: praise kink, petnames (inc. good girl), nipple play, oral f rec., big dick seonghwa, lowkey brat/sizequeen/wap reader, communication during sex, first time as a couple, dirty talk, unprotected piv sex
“What… are you doing?” Seonghwa asks slowly as you settle in his lap.
You shrug, your breasts rising under your t-shirt with the movement and drawing his eyes downward. He tries not to let his gaze linger on the peak of your nipples and looks further down, the spread of your bare thighs over his putting him in even more danger.
“You know,” you begin, your fingers trailing along the collar of his shirt and dipping beneath to trace his collarbones, “I looked over before I said I was done.”
Seonghwa takes in a deep breath, fearful of what exactly you’d seen. He looks up at you apprehensively, unsure of whether you’ll scold him or tease him, and further unsure of which he’d like more.
You start talking again before he figures it out, sending him a sly little grin and continuing, “You looked like you were thinking really… hard… about something. Care to share?”
Your devilish eyes send a shiver down his spine, the gleam in them holding a weight he’s unused to, a weight that translates to the hips that grind into his own. It’s startling almost, going from just thoughts of you to actual contact, but Seonghwa is nothing if not adaptable.
His hands rise to grasp your hips firmly, stopping their motion but bringing you down harder against him, his cock starting to throb under the pressure and heat of you.
“I was watching your thighs bounce and thinking about burying my head between them, if you really want to know,” Seonghwa responds in a low voice as he locks his eyes with yours and pulls you closer.
You gasp, your hips dipping into his and your hands flying to his shoulders, your grip tight and your nails sharp even through his shirt.
“Mmmm, not so bold now, are we, pretty girl?” Seonghwa murmurs with a grin that could easily be mistaken for a predator baring its teeth.
You lower your lashes, hiding your eyes from him in a familiar show of shyness before he catches your chin between two fingers and levels your face with his.
“Are we still going slow?”
Your tongue darts out to wet your lips and Seonghwa’s eyes follow it, the heat in his stomach pooling as your teeth sink into your bottom lip.
“No, Seonghwa, I don’t think we are,” you shake your head and sigh as you lean forward and crush your lips to his, your arms slinging around his neck to draw your chest closer to his.
His arms move instinctively to wrap around you, one hand falling to the small of your back and the other rising to hold the nape of your neck, tilting your head so he can kiss you at the angle he likes best.
You sag against him, breathing out a whine as he uses the grip he has on your waist to pull you down onto his cock. You might as well be naked with how thin your little pajama shorts are, the fabric dampening more and more the longer he grinds up into you, the friction stoking the flames in his gut until he starts to worry you’ll make him cum like this.
That fear is enough to make Seonghwa pull away and gently push you off his lap, his heated eyes meeting your confused gaze as he stands and takes hold of your hand, pulling you up and toward his bedroom. He can feel you behind him, following close on his heels and gripping his hand tight, your footsteps light compared to his.
The door bangs against the wall when he throws it open but Seonghwa barely notices, all of his attention focused on you and the way you’re nearly panting from the speed at which he dragged you to his bedroom. He turns around, his gaze zeroing in on your dilated pupils and parted lips, and it only makes sense to back you into the door as he closes it, huddling up close and taking your face between his palms to pull you into another kiss.
You sigh into his mouth and he swallows it with a groan, his tongue pushing between your lips to glide against yours and brush over your hard palate. His knee parts your legs and presses up against you, one hand dropping to your hip to encourage you to grind on his thigh. He can feel your chest stutter against his, the air stalling in your lungs when your clothed heat comes into contact with his sweats, and his own breath stops in response.
This is already so much better than Seonghwa’s dreams and he hasn’t even touched you yet, hasn’t felt the heat of you on his fingertips or tasted you on his tongue and with how hard he is, he’s starting to think you’re the one who will have to be patient tonight. He knows it’ll be over for him as soon as he feels you wrapped around his cock, so he’ll just have to take his time with everything that comes before that.
Starting with detaching himself from you, sinking onto his knees, and sliding his hands beneath your (his) t-shirt. His palms rest on your warm, soft stomach and slowly glide upwards, his thumbs tracing your ribs and brushing against the underside of your breasts, making you let out a gentle sigh as you stare down at him.
“Still good?” Seonghwa confirms in a muted voice, his fingertips pressing into your skin.
You nod down at him but he needs a bit more than that.
“I need you to tell me, baby. Can you do that for me?”
“I’m still good, Seonghwa, I promise,” you whisper, your lips parted and your eyes hazy.
“You are good, aren’t you, baby? You’re my good girl?” He asks with a sharp smile, already anticipating the shiver that will wrack your frame.
And there it is, Seonghwa thinks as your body shudders under his hands, heat settling deep in his gut when his eyes catch on the way your nipples pebble beneath the fabric of your shirt. His thumbs shift higher up to swipe over them, swirling circles around your areola until your back arches, a small gasp escaping you when he pinches them between his thumb and pointer fingers and tugs lightly.
His gaze stays on your face the whole time, no matter how much he wants to let his focus fall to the give of your flesh. He eagerly drinks in every expression that flickers over your features as he touches you, from your bitten lip to your half-lidded eyes to the furrow of your brows. This is the farthest he’s ever gone with you before and in the back of his mind, he’s expecting you to stop him soon.
He won’t mind when you do; just the memory of you strolling over and straddling him will be enough jerk off material for the next month and all he cares about in the end is your comfort, it’s not like it’s difficult for him to hop in the shower and take care of himself. He already does that nearly every time you come over, often enough he’s sure you know exactly what he’s doing in there, often enough you anticipate it every time you pull away.
Except you’re not pulling away, you’re moaning and pushing your tits into his hands, covering them with your own and curling your fingers over his so he squeezes tighter, watching as your head drops back against the door and your eyes flutter shut.
“You’re so pretty like this, so cute, and I haven’t even gotten you naked yet,” Seonghwa breathes lowly, gathering up the fabric of your shirt and starting to lift it over your tummy.
Your eyes blink back open as you raise your arms, your willingness to follow his unspoken instructions sending a flash of burning want down his throat. He slowly brings it over your head, his eyes not straying from your face even when the fabric interrupts his gaze. He won’t look until he knows you’re comfortable like this, even though he almost feels like he’s literally dying to see you bare.
Seonghwa can wait a bit longer, long enough to catch your gaze and match the shy smile that stretches your lips, long enough to rise back up, frame your face between his hands, and pull you into a gentle kiss, long enough to remind you all he’ll ever want to do is love you, in whatever way, shape, or form you’ll accept.
He is hoping you’ll accept his love in the form of his mouth on your tits and his fingers buried in your pussy, though.
He pulls away to rip his shirt off and push down his sweats, placing one last peck on your lips before he breaks away from you all together, backing up to sit heavily on the bed. His knees spread as you follow him, finding your place between his legs while he brings his hands up to set them on your waist.
“You can look, Seonghwa. And touch. I want you to,” you whisper as you inch closer.
His hands slide up to cover your breasts, your flesh warm and your nipples brushing against his palms. He stares up at you in what feels like awe, wholly unprepared for the turn this night has taken. He can’t believe that just a little bit ago he’d been struggling to assemble his legos, daydreaming about everything he wants with you, and now it’s actually happening.
Dropping one hand down to smooth along the outside of your thigh, Seonghwa lets his eyes fall to your uncovered skin. You’re so beautiful, so soft and sweet and luscious, and he knows instantly that his imagination could never hope to top this.
He tugs you closer with the hand on your leg, sighing out a “come here, baby” and helping you settle into his lap, dragging you closer until your body is flush with his. Seonghwa nearly shudders at the feeling of your tits pressed against his chest, taking a steadying breath before beginning to speak.
“Do you know what you want tonight? How far you want to take this?”
His voice is deep with desire, his eyelids heavy as he peers up at you and lets you gather your wits. You always look so cute when you’re thinking, your brows furrowed and your pout scrunched to the side. Seonghwa could wait forever just as long as he gets to look at you.
“I want whatever you’ll give me. I want you to do what you want,” you breathe shakily, shyly peering at him and settling your hands on his shoulders.
His cock pulses under you, throbbing in his boxers and leaking precum as he considers your words.
“You sure, pretty baby? I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I have lots of ideas.”
You practically shiver in his arms, mewling at the sudden depth of his voice and letting your hips grind into his, pouting when his hands shift to your waist to hold you still.
“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve been thinking about it too, Hwa, and I want you. I’m ready,” you promise him, your voice steadier.
“Oh, you’ve been thinking about it, huh, sweetheart? When? Do you think about it when you’re alone in your bed, after we’ve said goodnight? Think about me touching you, kissing you, marking you up before sliding my hand under your pajamas? How wet do you get, honey?” Seonghwa asks, not even waiting for you to answer before continuing.
“How wet do you get when you think about my mouth on you, my fingers inside you? Hm?”
He watches the shudder roll through you, loving the way your thighs squeeze his hips, and slips a hand into your shorts to dig his fingers into the plush flesh of your ass, pulling you down harder on his cock.
“Can you tell me, baby?”
Your eyes clench shut, your face scrunching before smoothing out as your eyes open, a look he’s never seen before filling them.
“S-so wet, I get so wet, Hwa,” you mumble, hiding your face in his neck and puffing out sweet little breaths over his skin. You feel so fucking good on top of him, the weight of you pressing him down into the bed and the heat between your legs warming his neglected cock, but he needs you on your back if he wants to get started.
“Stand up, honey,” Seonghwa requests, his voice rough but his tone gentle.
You scooch back far enough to get one leg under you, holding onto his shoulders for stability as you leave his lap. He feels the chill immediately, already missing having you on top of him but looking forward to all he plans to do with you, to you.
“Now lay on the bed, on your back,” he waits for you to follow his directions before breathing, “Good, sweetheart. Can I take these off?”
He rubs the fabric of your shorts between two fingers, waiting for the green light, tugging them down when you sigh a “yes” and lift your hips. Your shorts are small, only long enough to barely cover your ass so it’s not like he’s seeing your legs for the first time, but fuck, does he feel like he is. The sight of you, nearly naked and spread out on his bed, your breasts shifting with your excited breaths and your thighs clenched together in anticipation, has him ready to spill in his boxers already.
“You’re so pretty baby, so perfect for me. You like when I tell you what to do?” Seonghwa grins down at you with narrowed eyes, his hands smoothing up and down your thighs and his thumbs slipping under the edges of your panties.
You nod, your lips parted and slick in the low light, the sheets bunched up in your fingers as he starts slowly pushing your legs apart. They spread easily, your body pliant under his hands, your eagerness to please him obvious.
Seonghwa loves it, loves the wet patch on your panties and the way your hips wiggle, loves the strain in your thighs as he holds them down to the bed, just like he’d been daydreaming about. Loves the way you stare up at him, your eyes shining and your lashes fluttering, loves how your soft skin feels under his hands, loves seeing all of the places he could sink his teeth into. He loves you.
So he’s gotta make this as good as he possibly can for you, make you feel happy and safe and loved and desired. He can save his more outlandish ideas for another time, daydream about pushing your face into the bed and pounding into you until you scream for just a bit longer.
“I’m gonna touch you, okay?” Seonghwa asks as he meets your gaze, your blown pupils and kiss-swollen lips enticing, nearly distracting him from your nod.
He pops up to give you one last kiss before trailing his tongue down your neck, nibbling and sucking along the way until he reaches your breasts and lets his face rest in the valley between them, pushing them up with his hands so they press against his cheeks. Your skin is so warm and soft and you smell so fucking good that he can’t resist turning his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. Your fingers delve into his hair, pulling the strands and pulling him closer, a whine escaping you when he drags his teeth across the bud and opens his mouth wider so he can fit more of you in his mouth.
His fingers roll your other nipple, tugging and flicking and twisting, pinching until it’s hard and swollen just like it’s twin. He could stay here all day, just keep his head buried in your tits and listen to your little gasps and whimpers, but he’s got too many things he wants to do to linger too long.
Letting his nails dig into your skin a bit, Seonghwa runs his hands down your stomach and hooks his fingers into your panties, pulling the waistband away from your hips and watching it snap back, the sudden sting making your hips buck up. He pulls them back down, his gaze slowly traveling up your body to meet yours as he plucks at the elastic again. You keep still this time, just pressing your shoulders into the bed and sucking your bottom lip into your mouth to muffle whatever sound wants to escape you.
“Nuh-uh,” he tuts, reaching up to set his thumb on your chin and pull your lips apart, “I wanna hear you, baby.”
He’s always thought about how you would sound, what noises you would make, how loud you would get when he got his hands on you. And his tongue on you. And his cock in you.
Seonghwa’s thought about it a lot, and the last thing he wants is for you to get shy on him now. There’s no need for you to be shy, especially not when you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger like this. No matter how in control he may have seemed, some nights he was a thread away from calling you up and begging you to let him touch you, begging you to let him put his dick inside you for even a minute, just so he could know what you feel like.
He honestly can’t believe he’s about to find out, lets his stern persona go to beam at you bright enough to replace the sun, shoot up to hover over you and smack a kiss to your lips, sighing out, “I love you so much, baby,” before sliding back down and starting to inch your panties off.
Your hips lift again as you respond, “I love you, Seonghwa.”
You’ve said it to each other before but hearing the words from you still makes his heart feel four times bigger than his ribs can contain, still makes his dick jump in his boxers because as much as he loves you, he wants you, too.
Needs you, really, and now Seonghwa’s got you naked on his bed, wet and waiting for him to touch you, ready for him to do whatever he wants to you, and fuck, he almost doesn’t know where to start.
He supposes looking at you would be a good first step, so he lets his eyes drift over your form, his gaze so heavy it almost feels like he’s already touching you.
You look like you belong here in his bed, your velvet skin glowing against his sheets and your luscious body nearly squirming underneath him. He can see all of you like this, every curve and angle, and the groan he lets out when his eyes finally settle on your dripping pussy is near inhuman, unholy almost.
“You’re so beautiful, so perfect, my pretty baby,” Seonghwa exhales absentmindedly, his brain frantically taking pictures and shuffling them over to his long term memory, filing them away for nights he can’t be with you.
He’s hoping those will be far and few between, and even less so after he asks you to move in with him like he’s planning but it’s always good to have backups, just in case.
Your thighs twitch, the muscles likely tired from how you’ve held them open for him all this time, so he slides onto his stomach and hauls your legs over his shoulders, gripping tightly and not bothering to hide the deep breath he takes in through his nose.
“Fuck, you smell so fucking good,” Seonghwa mumbles into your pussy, his lips brushing against your folds.
You whine and wiggle above him and he drapes his arm over your hips to anchor you, wetness smearing across his chin in the process. He tries to lick at it but even with his long tongue, he can’t quite get a good enough taste and as much as he wants to just spread you open and smother his face in you, he knows he can’t.
You’ve had oral before but it wasn’t good, mainly just meandering licks from people who don’t even know what a clit is, so Seonghwa knows he should go slow, get you used to the feeling before fucking you with his mouth like he wants to.
It’s difficult though, reining himself in once he feels you on his lips. You’re searing hot and soaking wet, your entrance clenching around nothing, practically begging for something to squeeze. He places wet, sucking kisses all over, bringing his other hand up to spread you open so he can tentatively lick at your swollen little clit.
Your reaction is immediate, your hand shooting down your body and sinking into his hair as your yelp melts into a whimper. Your other hand finds its way next to his on your hip and he taps his fingers until you intertwine them with yours, your combined grasp resting on your soft stomach.
You’re still a bit tense under him, your hips jerking a bit every time he passes his tongue over you, so Seonghwa decides to take his time and settles in for the long haul. He eats you out slowly but thoroughly, his tongue lapping over your clit in between nibbles and kisses to your folds, delving into your entrance every so often to taste you better and get you ready for his fingers.
Seonghwa isn’t sure he can make you cum with just his tongue but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try, groaning deeply into you and doubling his efforts as soon as you relax. He’s never tasted anything like you before, knows already that nothing could be better than this, better than the taste of your cunt in his mouth, better than the ringing of your moans in his ears, better than the feeling of your fingers tangled with his as he builds you up.
He thinks you’re ready for him to start really going for it, figures by your whimpers that you’re accustomed enough to the sensation of his tongue for him to start actually fucking you with it, so he does. He lavs over your clit one last time before sliding down and plunging inside of you, your walls hugging the muscle and your slick flooding his taste buds.
You’re so much wetter than you were when he started, wet enough that it drips down his chin and onto his neck, wet enough that the sounds you and his mouth make are nearly obscene. There’s a squelch every time his tongue pushes inside, a squeal every time he sucks your clit into his mouth, a squeak every time he groans a swear into your pussy, and suddenly, you’re cumming.
Your muscles freeze below him, your cries reaching a fever pitch and your thighs attempting to close around his head as you gush into his mouth. Seonghwa shifts his thumb to your clit, swiping quick circles around it and shoving his tongue back inside you so he can feel your walls pulsing, catching as much of the wetness leaking out of you as he can. He whines into you, his dick twitching, precum seeping into his boxers as he grows impossibly harder, all of his senses filled with you, you, you.
Seonghwa wants to push you straight into another but he’s not sure where your limits are so he pulls away, petting softly at your throbbing pussy and pressing kisses to your inner thighs as you come down.
You’re still catching your breath and staring down at him with stars in your eyes when he asks, “Had enough, sweetheart?”
“No, Seonghwa, I want you to fuck me,” you pant, sifting your fingers through his hair and resting your gaze on his swollen, glistening lips.
He shakes his head with a grin, wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand and licks the slickness off his skin before rising to hover above you, caging you in with his forearms on either side of your head.
“Gotta take my fingers if you want my cock, honey.”
You pout, wrapping your legs around him and dragging his hips down into yours, your wetness permeating his boxers as soon as he comes into contact with you. It’s almost enough to break him, feeling the outline of your pussy pressing into his weeping cock, the heat of you scorching even with a layer in between.
But Seonghwa’s been strong this long, he can hold out a bit longer.
His face smooths out as he reaches behind and wraps a hand around one of your ankles, prying it away from his hip and pushing it up until your leg rests on his shoulder, your pelvis tilted and your thigh taut under his fingers.
“What did I say?” Seonghwa asks cooly, locking his eyes with yours and waiting for you to answer.
You don’t, pursing your lips resolutely and bucking up into him with a challenging gleam in your eye. It feels fucking amazing but he won’t be swayed, knows he’s just too big to fuck you without opening you up on his fingers first, so he gives your other leg the same treatment, folding you nearly in half beneath him.
“Only good girls get fucked. Are you being a good girl right now?”
You suck in a breath, your eyes watering and your lip quivering, “But I like it.”
Your voice is weak with tears, your lashes wet, and Seonghwa knows that if you actually do start crying there’s no way he won’t give you what you want.
“You like what, baby? Talk to me.”
“I like having a… a big cock stretch me out, especially without any prep. I like feeling it split me open,” you plead, not a hint of deceit in your eyes.
Seonghwa hums as he considers your words. You’d said you were inexperienced, so this knowledge must come from you touching yourself and just the thought of you flat on your back with a fat dildo peeking out of your pussy is enough to convince him.
“Okay, sweetheart, thank you for telling me. If you really think you can take my cock right now,” he speaks as he shoves down his damp boxers, letting his dick bob free to hang heavily between his legs, “You can have it.”
Your eyes widen, sparkling with filthy delight as you see him for the first time. Seonghwa can’t blame you for being a bit surprised, his jeans cover it well and he does his best to flee whenever he gets hard around you so how would you know his dick is fucking massive?
That’s not even him being cocky, it’s just a fact. The sky is blue, grass is green, and Seonghwa has a huge cock. It is what it is.
It doesn’t seem to deter you though, not like it has his previous partners. No, if anything you get more excited, a near constant stream of “please please please” leaving your sweet lips as you watch his hand wrap around his cock and bring it to your pussy.
He shuffles back, sitting on his knees and heaving you into his lap, his hands smoothing up and down your thighs as he inches closer. You’re spread out in front of him, your tits rising and falling with your breaths, your glossy cunt fully on display and just waiting for his cock to fill it.
“You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen, baby,” Seonghwa groans, sliding his dick through your wetness, letting the head glide over your clit and notch in your entrance. His praise makes you squirm, a sharp smile curving his lips as he watches your back arch and your lashes flutter.
He catches your eye, waiting for your nod before starting to push inside as soon as you’re ready. Your cunt swallows around his cock, bringing him in deeper and deeper just like he dreamed it would, the head of his dick spreading your walls as he sinks into you. It’s a tight fit but your pussy clings to his dick like you were made for this, like you were made for him.
There’s a bit of resistance once he’s about halfway inside you and he pauses, suddenly grateful he’s sat up like this because there’s no way he would have been able to hold himself up through this, his muscles feeling weak and his brain feeling scrambled as you adjust to him.
“You’re so fucking tight, honey, are you sure you don’t want me to stretch you open first? It’s not too late,” Seonghwa pants, his eyelids fighting to stay open through the onslaught of pleasure.
“Sure, I’m sure. I love it, Hwa, keep going, please,” you gasp, locking your teary gaze with his and deliberately clenching around him, the pressure and heat around his cock nearly bowling him over.
Seonghwa hasn’t even actually started fucking you yet and this is already the best he’s ever felt in his life, a bliss so deep he can feel it in his bones, in his bloodstream, in every last nerve ending.
You open up more and he sinks deeper inside you, pulling his hips away and pushing back in, little by little until his balls are flush against your ass. Seonghwa could cum literally right now, the scorching pulse of your walls around him almost too much to endure, but he forces his eyes open to check in on you, frightened at the way you’ve gone silent.
“Baby?” He starts, his voice raspy and low, all of his muscles tensed to contain the involuntary thrusts of his hips.
“Good, I’m good,” you keen, making him think back to just an hour ago when he didn’t know what the squeeze of your pussy around his cock felt like.
“You are, you’re so good, sweetheart, my good fucking girl,” Seonghwa groans as he draws back and fucks into you slowly, the way your cunt just sucks him right in sending shivers down his spine. He thinks this might be the best thing that’s ever happened to him (not including your relationship) and it’s nearly enough to make him tear up, nearly enough to make him weep in gratitude that you’re letting him feel this, letting him stretch you open and carve a path inside you that’s just for him.
Seonghwa already knew he wouldn’t last but it’s becoming more and more evident, his balls tightening up almost painfully and his head growing fuzzy. If he doesn’t make you cum soon, he’ll break first and that’s simply unacceptable to him, so he drops a hand to your stomach and stretches his thumb down to your clit, pressing hard, small circles over the bundle of frayed nerves.
You clench around him so fucking tightly he’s not sure he can pull out, but he tries anyway, dragging his cock from your pulsating walls and luxuriating in the moan that fills his ears, fucking into you with sharp, quick thrusts and voicing the ramblings that have been trying to claw their way out of his mouth.
“My perfect pretty baby, my baby, you are, right? You’re mine?” He can barely hear your yes yes yes Seonghwa yes over the roaring in his ears as he lets his mouth run.
“My pretty little girlfriend, can’t believe you used to be too shy to change in front of me and now you’re crying on my cock. I bet you’ll want me to fuck you all the time now, huh? Fuck you awake and fuck you to sleep, every day, every night, and I will, I’ll give it to you whenever you want, split you open on this cock whenever you ask, because you’re my baby. You’re my pretty baby, and I’ll take care of you, however and whenever you need.”
Too breathless to answer with the way he’s pounding into you, you nod and cum with a wail, your walls quivering around his cock as your wetness soaks him. The feeling is more than enough to push him over the edge, your knees meeting your shoulders as his body bows over yours. His face lands in your neck, thank God, because the sounds escaping him are almost embarrassing, whimpers and whines and keening gasps of your name breathed into your throat while his dick jumps and shoots white hot cum inside of you, the sheer amount of it sending licks of heat into his cheeks and up the back of his neck.
By the time Seonghwa comes back to earth, you’re tapping his head with gentle fingers. He rises from his place in your shoulder groggily, propping himself up on locked arms and passing a hand over your hair.
“You okay, baby?”
“Great, wonderful, fantastic! Can you unfold me now, please?” you ask lovingly, your teary eyes squinted with how big you’re smiling, the slight strain in them a cold balm to his heated, buzzing brain.
Seonghwa starts pulling away as soon as you finish talking, slowly withdrawing his softening cock from your still-pulsing walls and doing his absolute best to ignore the way your pussy looks with his cum spilling out of it. He can’t keep his eyes from you for too long though, his gaze flickering between your face and your messy cunt as he carefully lifts your legs off his shoulders.
He rubs up and down your thighs as he arranges you, massaging at the spot where your femur meets your pelvis in an attempt to prevent soreness.
It likely won’t be successful, so Seonghwa will just have to wait on you hand and foot tomorrow, bring you breakfast in bed and watch your favorite movies with you snuggled into his chest and probably also eat you out again in penance before ordering your usual takeout and singing you to sleep.
However will he live through this? Seonghwa thinks with a grin as he helps you stumble to the bathroom, already picking out in his head the sheet mask he’ll smooth onto your face after the shower.
AN: this is dedicated to the anon who figuratively begged me on their knees to continue daydreaming! your messages make me smile and i love you forever! and a special thanks to @petrichor-mingi for beta reading this for me! it's a big boy (like hwa) and it was absolutely luxurious to not have to read it back myself 🫶💖
also @whatudowhennooneseesyou because they requested the first part of this!! thank you!!
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GENRE
University AU, Slow Burn, Strangers to Lovers, Romance, Angst, Smut, Fluff
PAIRING
Nerd!Heeseung x f!Reader
WARNINGS
18+ ONLY MDNI, Jealousy, Cursing, Making out, Arguing, Anxiety, Depression, Flirting, Mentions of food, Brief violence, Brief mention of alcohol, Brief mention of somnophilia, Crying (all sorts), Degradation, Breast worship, Multiple Orgasms, Squirting, Coming untouched, Heavy spit play, Light BDSM, Edging, Spanking, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Cream Pie, Hair pulling, Dry humping, Praise kink, First-time blow job, Ball sucking, Fingering, Cum eating, Ear licking, Biting, Public Sex, Light bondage, Dom!Heeseung, Brattysub!FemMC, Sub!Heeseung, Softdom!FemMC, Other OC’s
WORD COUNT
29k (Fic Total)
SUMMARY
Befriending a nerd who wants nothing to do with you in a coding class you want absolutely nothing to do with becomes the challenge of the semester— and you’re determined to ace that shit no matter what.
Jake was nice enough to take care of closing the cafe so you and Heeseung could slip away undetected. You didn’t want to risk lingering in the area at the nearest bus stop, so you called an Uber to his place instead. The ride to Heeseung’s apartment was silent, and you stared out the window the entirety of the time, running back what had just happened in your head. Part of you wished you had interfered and repaid his ex tenfold for that slap, but you knew it wasn’t your place.
It wasn’t until Heeseung uncurled your tight fist and laced his fingers through yours that you realized the amount of tension whirring throughout your body and the unspoken affection in his touch.
What— what is he doing?
You’d be lying if you said you weren’t surprised he recently broke up with someone. It had been several months since you’d broken up with your ex, so you understood the stage that he was currently in, but everyone experienced things differently. Despite how he cut her off back at the cafe, were there any residual feelings he kept hidden for her? It had only been just over three months, after all, and who knew how long they were together for.
But it’s not like you two were together in the first place, so why did it matter so much to you?
You willed yourself to stay calm.
“I feel like I owe you an explanation,” Heeseung said suddenly.
“You don’t.”
“As your friend, I do.”
Friend, You glanced at your intertwined hands.
Silence followed.
It turns out there were more things to talk about than you both wanted to.
The Uber came to a stop, and you were about to untangle your hand from Heeseung’s until he opened the door and tugged you out his side. The building's unassuming facade was a blur as he bypassed the lobby elevators and took you up flights of stairs in a rush, presumably to avoid any awkward moments of silence with you at all costs. Plus, it must’ve given him a reason to hold on tight to you, and you let him.
You’re not slick, Heeseung… then again, neither am I.
By the time you arrived at his apartment, you were panting slightly and most definitely envious that Heeseung didn’t seem the slightest bit affected by scaling those stairs. He slowed down once he realized he’d been rushing you, and you were grateful.
“Sorry. Come in,” He finally let go of your hand and shut the door behind you. His touch left your hand tingling.
The lights flickered on to reveal a cozy kitchenette and quaint living room; the whole apartment smelled just like warm sugar, and you felt slightly more at ease despite the tension in the air.
You thought Heeseung was going to get straight to the point, but instead, he turned to you, “Are you hungry? Can I get you anything to drink?”
He always took care of you in that manner.
“I’m actually not even that hungry,” You admitted, propping your backpack up against the wall.
“Same. Well, let me make us some tea, at least. Oh, but you had tea already,” Heeseung paused, “If you’d like to wash up in the meantime, I can lend you some clothes. I know it’s been a long day, and it’s pretty late. You can stay the night if you’d like.”
Your heart rate picked up, “Stay the night?”
“Only if you want to. If not, I’ll accompany you home in an Uber when you leave, I don’t trust ridesharing services at later hours.”
Now it went from just having dinner to staying the night.
Heeseung’s a man, and you would’ve been able to spot his agenda from a mile away, but his intentions weren’t what stumped you. He could be flirty when he wanted to be, but he wasn’t single-minded or disrespectful, so you knew he wouldn’t try anything without your permission.
It was the fact that he was proposing it in the first place, despite everything that had just happened.
“Um,” You took in the room as if in thought, eyes eventually landing back on him.
Heeseung straightened up and patiently inclined his chin; he didn’t appear overly eager or aloof as he waited for your answer. Rather, his expression appeared sensitive, as though he was still reeling from the past hour.
Perhaps he actually did want your company for comfort.
“I should probably stay since it’s getting late,” You decided.
I guess we’ll have a friendly sleepover.
His eyes softened, “Alright, you‘ve got my room to yourself. Let’s get you some clothes.”
You tentatively followed Heeseung into his bedroom, feeling extremely out of place. Still, you figured this would be an interesting experience.
Unbeknownst to Heeseung, you covered up a giggle when you spotted a shelf collection of elegantly displayed wands.
Really, he didn’t have a whole lot of stuff except for piles of comics scattered about, a fairly high-tech-looking workspace— which was to be expected— and a vintage record player with a vinyl collection you’d love to peruse some time… that is, if he ever invited you back. You rubbed your arm and tried not to focus on the dwindling time you had left with Heeseung.
It was actually the size of his bed that took you by surprise— it was modern and large, even roomier than yours.
The thought of him sharing it with someone annoyed you to no end, for some reason.
While you took a gander about his room, Heeseung gathered several items of clothing from his drawers, all were either a dark wash of black or gray, save for a fluffy white pair of socks with a tag on them.
“Here's a bag for your laundry, and these are some sweatpants that don’t fit me anymore, but they’re adjustable. Also, there’s a shirt; the fuzzy socks I never wore. They were a secret Santa gift I got from Jake last year. I’ll shower after you. No rush.”
“Thanks,” you took the pile of clothes and slowly stepped backwards into the bathroom.
“Okay,” Heeseung left around the corner immediately, making you laugh despite the heaviness that weighed down your heart.
There was no way three months ago you could’ve predicted you’d be at Heeseung’s place under such shitty circumstances, but being able to advantage of his hot water made things slightly better in that moment… slightly.
As the hot water soaked into your hair, you reached for the only bottle of product on the edge of the tub and glanced at the label. God, he would use a three-in-one shower product, but at least it was a nice lavender scent.
Excitement nearly overtook you when you realized it was the lavender scent.
While you lathered down with it, suddenly, the titillating image of a damp-haired Heeseung flashed behind your eyes.
You imagined him pulling you back against his bare chest and spreading the creamy pastel purple substance all over your breasts from behind, massaging it into your skin until bubbles spilled over his thick fingers and down your ribs.
Suddenly you felt dizzy, your nipples hardening at the intrusive thought.
It was more than easy to picture him pressing you up against the damp tile walls and running his hands across all your sweet spots, especially dipping his fingers between your legs to draw lazy circles there, taking his time with you like you knew he would.
Ah, the hallucinations are already starting. Great.
Definitely helped with ensuring you felt mentally stable before talking to Heeseung about his deep past and trying to figure out your feelings towards one another.
Maybe you should eat something or at least ask if he had some alcohol stashed away somewhere.
Having nearly lost track of time, you rinsed fast and shut off the water. Taking care not to slip, you emerged from the lavender-scented steam and quickly dried off over the soft bathroom mat.
It dawned on you that you had no extra underwear. You stared at your plastic bag of dirty clothes that you kicked under Heeseung’s sink for the time being.
Well, you’d just have to make this work.
You rolled the cuffs and waistband of Heeseung’s grey sweatpants as much as you could without it looking dumb and then slipped his dark-wash long-sleeve over your head. Lastly, you ripped off the tag on the fuzzy socks and tugged them on, taking a last look at yourself through the foggy mirror.
Felt kinda airy down there, but at least you were clean and comfy. It wasn’t much different from the clothes you threw on while at home.
You gave your soaked hair strands another good squeeze before hanging up your towel and heading into the living room to let Heeseung know you were finished.
Just by the rich aroma in the air, you could tell right away he had cooked something. His eyes grew slightly when he saw you, and he had just transferred ramen into a bowl, by the looks of it.
Secretly your mouth watered, and you almost felt guilty that you’d just fantasized about this sweet boy in his own shower not a moment ago.
“Sorry, it’s nothing special, but I made something for you anyway. Still, don’t feel obligated to eat it, just know that it wasn’t my ideal first meal to make for you,” Heeseung set it on the counter with a set of utensils, a glass of water, and all the while, he’d hardly blinked since laying eyes on you.
You shuffled forward and pulled up a stool, “Actually, I was getting hungry all of a sudden, and you read my mind. Thanks.”
Heeseung seemed to find your appearance enthralling because he failed to answer in a timely manner, “Sure, I’ll be quick.”
He left the room, and despite feeling incredibly self-conscious, you devoured that bowl of steaming ramen. Something about eating it late at night just made it ten times tastier, especially after such a bizarre day. It warmed you up for the time being until you set down your utensils and downed your water. With a full belly, you stood up and did your due diligence by giving the dishes a good scrub over the sink and leaving them out to dry on the rack.
Exhaustion was quick to hit you like a truck, and the temperature suddenly dropped in the room, a chill running across your skin. The anxiety of speaking with Heeseung must’ve settled in your bones.
I probably should’ve asked for a hoodie or something. Also, putting off our inevitable conversation isn’t helping my restlessness either.
Cautiously, you padded into his room and stood in the doorway, considering if you should look in his closet for a jacket. It wasn’t ideal for you to trespass and sift though his things, though.
With chattering teeth, you surveyed the thick duvet and inviting pillows on his bed. The sound of the shower running was still audible, so you hastily slid under the soft sheets and curled up onto your side with a shiver. It was so much warmer underneath, and the sheets smelled nice like he’d just washed them.
If he asks, I’ll just tell him I was about to freeze to death and I didn’t want to rummage through his belongings.
Feeling a tiredness wash over you from the day, you pulled the duvet up to your chin and momentarily closed your eyes.
Behind your eyelids, you somehow noticed the lights turning off and slowly awoke from your nap. You fought to stay awake and laid eyes on Heeseung’s back illuminated by moonlight, just before he passed through the doorway into the living room.
“Heeseung…” You called out groggily, “Wait, we need to talk….”
Heeseung looked over his shoulder, “You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you up.”
“I’m awake,” You insisted, despite the heaviness weighing your eyelids down.
“Mhm. I’m glad you made yourself comfortable,” He teased, approaching you with his hands in his pockets.
“You left me no choice, I was cold….”
As you gradually sat up in bed, Heeseung clicked on the bedside lamp and took a seat on the edge. You noted his unexpected appearance; he wore black sweatpants and a vintage, dark gray long-sleeve with some sort of gothic script writing across it that you couldn’t make out in the dim lighting. His hair was damp and messy compared to the tame way he always wore it in class. The guy would look this good right out of the shower.
You bit your lip as you were reminded of your fantasy of him but nearly jumped when Heeseung slid the tips of his fingers over yours, “You’re warm now.”
“Geez— you’re not,” His skin felt like ice. He had to have taken a cold shower.
Heeseung was quick to retract them and lean back on his palms with a smirk, “Thought it’d wake you up.”
“It did,” Mindlessly, your hand inched across the sheets and slid under his own just to feel him again.
For several seconds, all you could hear was your heartbeat, and you tried to interpret the restraint behind his gaze.
Heeseung broke the silence, “Are we gonna talk?”
“Yeah,” You nodded.
“Okay. We can start wherever you’d like,” Heeseung slowly withdrew his hand.
You blinked, then sat back against the headboard. You looked up at the ceiling in thought but still felt his eyes on you. “Hm…”
Just treat it like a sleepover night, like you’re interviewing and asking your best friend to spill their darkest deepest secrets when you just can’t sleep.
“So, how long were you together with your ex?” You supposed you didn’t want to beat around the bush if he was willing to share.
Heeseung glanced at the carpet, “I broke up with my ex at the beginning of the semester, but we've been together for about five years. I was a little younger than I should’ve been when we first started dating in high school, but we’ve known each other since we were kids. Back then, I thought things would end up alright between us.”
Your stomach dropped at the connotation of their relationship, and the distaste you felt towards his ex only grew.
“What exactly happened that led you to break up with her?”
He leaned onto his knees and folded his hands together, “She was also my manager at my old serving job— her family owns this restaurant group. I… caught her in the back with a new hire. It pushed me over the edge, but I had to keep my job for a few weeks to make rent. I eventually quit since things were already building up to it.”
“That’s… awful. I’m so sorry.”
“After knowing her for so long, I think I saw it coming from her, but it still shocked me. As you can tell, she’s not someone who makes it easy for you to go against her wishes, but I’ve made things very clear with her.”
“Yeah,” You pursed your lips, “Was she always this way?”
“No, actually. She changed at some point when we got older. I cared for her when we were younger, but I can’t remember the exact moment when I stopped loving her. I think I only stayed because I was afraid, and she was all I knew.”
He loved her at one point.
You had no words to comfort an inevitable heartbreak like that.
“I think I understand where you’re coming from. My ex cheated on me at the start of the year,” You could hardly believe the words that were coming out of your mouth, but somehow found the courage to continue.
Heeseung’s head shot up, “You?”
“I like to think I was just too much for him to handle, but who knows what really drives people to hurt their supposed loved ones like that. I really figured he’d be my first and last… maybe if I were in a video game or something. Left me depressed for a few months, but I’m better off these days,” You gave him a sad smile and pulled up your knees to wrap your arms around them.
“I didn’t know…” Heeseung’s words faded.
You picked at the comforter. “Just another peek past the facade. I only brought that up because, well, you’re not alone.”
When the room fell silent, you glanced up at him only to find his pained eyes that stirred up emotion in you.
“How do you feel now?”
You paused at the question, really turned it around in your head. He forced you to look inside of yourself, past depths of stagnant emotions you had no desire to uncover or acknowledge, but he gave you no choice.
Tears pricked at your eyes, and you pressed them shut with a shake of your head.
Why so suddenly? Why am I feeling everything again now?
You felt his knuckles brush across your cheek. Heeseung took his time swiping away the tears that kept falling with his thumbs, and when you opened your eyes again, his own were glassed over, but he didn’t turn away from you.
“Oh. No, no, don’t—“ Absolutely flustered, you drew up on your knees and pressed your sleeves over his eyes to soak up his tears. You were terrible at comforting emotionally distressed people, let alone yourself.
Is this boy really crying for me?
You were unable to help from chuckling weakly as you watched his sweet little lips tremble, “I’ve already cried so many pitiful tears for myself, it’s not even worth it, Heeseung. Trust me.”
Finally, you drew your soaked sleeves away from his bleary eyes and cupped his flushed cheeks in your hands, “Trust me, sweetheart.”
He nodded and gently set your hands down on the sheets but held onto them. This all was definitely cathartic for you both.
“It’s okay to feel the way we do,” Heeseung regained himself, “It’s just— I don’t want you to feel like I’m using you to fill the void, that period of emptiness people usually experience— that I experienced. I’m not. I sat alone in it for weeks after everything happened and came to terms with it.”
Nodding, you listened to his words, shocked at how much of his heart he was bearing to you.
“___, I care about you. Do you understand that?”
After countless times he’s proven that to you, you acknowledged his words, “I do.”
“Good,” Heeseung’s torn expression eased into something more fond when he regarded you, “Because I was grateful for you and your consistent requests for help, and I tried to repay you in the only manner I was able to at the time. In a way, you distracted me a bit from everything going on in that part of my life.
At the start, I threw myself into my studies, but it’s true that I also took advantage of the chance to be near someone, to be needed, even if just for a class period.”
Both his words and soft gaze disarmed you— slowly, every insecure thought you had about how he felt toward you diminished.
“You know, your persistence really threw me off, but I was adamant about keeping some distance between us. I wasn’t trying to hop from one relationship to another and cling to someone— I needed time too… Turns out the time I needed was shorter than I thought once you came along.”
A small smile pulled at your lips, “Are you saying I knocked some sense into you?”
“Yes,” He admitted, “Knowing that I hurt you when you were just trying to get to know me made me realize I’d taken things too far. That I didn’t need to push people away anymore.”
A newfound admiration bloomed in your chest for Heeseung.
“You made up for it, though.”
“Have I? I feel like I’m still working on making it up to you.”
Heeseung has been generous with me ever since I met him, regardless of how private he had been. Even during our rockiest moments— even now.
You looked down, “Don’t feel like you have to keep making up anything to me, because you don’t.”
He brushed a damp strand of hair away from your eyes.
“I could say the same for you. Sometimes we do things not because they need to be done, but because we want to.”
Heeseung quietly watched surprise take hold of your features.
Unable to hold yourself back any longer, you threw yourself on him and wrapped your arms around his neck in the biggest hug you swore you’d ever given. Your heart was beating out of your chest, but you squeezed him hard just to let him know how much you cared and were astonished when he drew you against him even closer.
“Thank you,” He whispered in your ear.
Your eyes fluttered open, realizing your lashes were damp with secret tears. “Anytime,” you breathed.
Heeseung chuckled against your neck, and you refused to move, so he drew you under the sheets with him. Instead, you relaxed into his embrace fully, letting his peaceful, lavender scent encompass you for the whole night.
The first emotion you experienced upon waking was frustration; you were pulled from the kind of dream you didn’t want to forget but had absolutely no recollection of. All you knew was that it left you feeling hot in all the right places and you didn’t want it to end— and then someone was playing with your hair.
A shiver worked itself up your spine as they ran their hands slowly through your strands, stroking gently along your neck, and it felt so, so nice. You stirred but feigned sleep a little longer just to enjoy the sensation of tingles running down your back. When you finally came to, you grumbled and pressed up against the warm body beneath you.
Heeseung.
He looked slightly startled but smirked at you, his laid-back appearance taking you by surprise first thing in the morning. The fact that you had fallen asleep next to him for the entire night began to settle in your mind, and you suddenly felt incredibly shy.
Especially since he was playing with your hair. Exactly how long had he been awake?
“Morning.”
“Hey. I must look like a wreck,” You said, a bit embarrassed.
“You look like you slept well,” Heeseung hummed.
Oh, his voice sounds deeper in the morning.
You rubbed at the sleep in your eyes and tried to smooth down your bedhead, “For some reason I did… I-is that drool?”
Mortified, your eyes bore into the dark patch on his shirt in disbelief, then your hands were grabbing at his collar, “Change out of that right now.”
“It’s fine,” Heeseung insisted, resting his hand on your wrist.
“No, I can’t look at it!” You pulled at the fabric in a panic.
“It’s not that big of a– I– Okay!” He sat up and pulled his shirt over his head; you snatched it and hid the evidence behind your back, already planning on burning it if you could find a lighter in his flat.
“I’m sorry,” You sighed but did a double take and stared because any normal person would, just not for as long as you did. His lean physique took you by surprise, especially when he always wore oversized clothing.
With an amused smile, Heeseung leaned forward to swipe his thumb against the corner of your lip as if there were drool there.
He tilted his head, “Are you?”
You lept off the bed in search of another shirt in his drawers, “Stop that.”
“What?”
You ignored him.
A black T-shirt caught your eye, and you balled it up to launch it across the room at him but flinched when you suddenly felt Heeseung’s presence behind you. His hand brushed against your back in an attempt not to scare you.
“Someone’s jumpy in the morning,” Heeseung commented, taking the shirt from you to pull it on. You got another peek at his cut waistline just as he was adjusting the fabric over his head.
“Usually I’m not….”
For as much of a nerdy person as he was, he certainly took care of himself. You thought back to the first time you’d gotten a glimpse of his skin after class and compelled yourself not to turn into a stuttering idiot after blowing things out of proportion first thing in the morning.
“Well, I have a 9 am final I need to leave for in about 15 minutes. There’s an extra unopened toothbrush in the drawer and stuff if you want to get ready,” Heeseung called over his shoulder as he dug out different pieces of clothing to wear. “Clothes-wise, wear whatever you want.”
“I’ll just wear this out. I’m gonna head back to my apartment to change before my afternoon class anyways.”
Heeseung’s bathroom was very minimal, with a few basic products that were easy to find. It looked tidy because of that… couldn’t exactly say the same for yours.
You splashed water on your skin with a bit of face soap, and after patting it dry, you found the extra toothbrush and toothpaste he mentioned, letting your mind drift while you brushed your teeth.
When I think about it, I can’t believe we’ve become this comfortable with each other. He’s a much more emotional person than I initially thought. Staying overnight was a pretty risky move in the sense that anything could’ve happened. I mean anything. Also, it was pretty gross that I drooled on him, but he was hardly deterred. He even played with my hair…
The brushing came to a stop.
…And he actually cried for me last night.
Heeseung filed in next to you and casually started brushing his teeth. You wanted to laugh at how unfamiliar the simple act felt but ended up staring at him through the mirror, noticing his puffy eyelids. Yours were hardly any better.
Then he wriggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to spit immediately into the sink. So much for brushing for a full two minutes. He seemed like himself again.
You rinsed and patted your mouth with a towel, “So weird.”
Heeseung shrugged and finished up in the bathroom when you grabbed your laundry and went to locate all of your belongings ahead of time so you wouldn’t hold him up by the time he had to leave. As you organized your laundry in your backpack, the previous night's events continued to flash through your mind.
“Hey, what are you gonna do about your glasses?”
Heeseung emerged from the bathroom and tipped his head back to place something in his eye, “Wear contacts until I can get them fixed.”
“Ah.”
You fell into thought as Heeseung finished inserting his contacts, “I was wondering about this for a while, but when we first ate Thai together… Why were you acting so weird after I mentioned you looked different without your glasses? I said you looked cute either way, but it seemed like I offended you.”
“Oh, that? No, you didn’t offend me…” Heeseung murmured.
Your brows furrowed, “What was it then?”
He pulled on a pair of sweatpants and nearly stumbled from misstepping. “It wasn’t what you said. It’s just when you touched my hair and what not— I just… I realized I wanted you, but it didn’t feel right yet.”
As if his own words had just dawned on him, his hands froze on the waistband of his sweats. At the same time, you looked up at Heeseung from rummaging in your bag.
Every little flirtatious interaction and hint of jealousy clicked together in your mind like puzzle pieces, confirming his longing for you since then.
It’s not like you didn’t come to that conclusion, but even back then? And to admit that aloud, now?
A thrumming tension hung between you two as you stood up.
“You wanted me?”
Heeseung swallowed thickly as you approached him, forcing him back against the foot of his bed. If only you knew what your presence by his side every day and in his most private spaces had done to him, maybe you’d show a little mercy and understanding.
He wished you were aware of how every room you occupied was imbued with your scent and how he couldn’t sleep a wink last night because you were pressed up so soundly against him, unable to stay still as you dreamt of things he so desperately wanted to be a part of.
Wished you knew how happy it made him to see you casually interacting with his belongings like you already owned them, eating the simple ramen he made for you, getting comfortable under his sheets, and wearing his clothing without a second thought now.
Wished he was insane enough to pull your chair towards him once everyone in class had left, slide down on his aching knees, and bury his head between your thighs to make you scream his name over and over until your sweet voice grew hoarse.
Heeseung wanted to indulge you with his deepest desires.
He supposed all crossroads led to this very moment— Since the day you walked through the classroom door with a smile and he forced himself to pretend your existence wasn’t that important, that he wasn’t in the slightest bit affected by how frighteningly beautiful or intimidating you were to him when you found the need to be.
There was no way he could ignore someone like you for long, not when you showered him in attention and simply couldn’t leave him be. Even when he’d act overbearing and nagging, proving to be a bit much for you at times.
As fate would have it, he was destined to bend to you, his mind, body, and soul more than willing, even if he fought it at the start.
He should be afraid of putting so much trust in someone who held so much power over him, but he wasn’t— not anymore.
Every bit of him wanted to be dialed into now as you reached out and rearranged a few pieces of his bangs around his eyes, running your fingers softly through his hair, setting off alarms in his body like you had all those weeks ago.
“I wanted you,” He admitted.
Truly.
The second he leaned into your touch, you did it a little more roughly, and the look he gave said that you were treading on thin ice with him.
Despite his piercing eyes, you remained calm and tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear before tracing the outline of it with your fingertip all the way down to his ear lobe, noting how a soft sigh escaped his lips as you massaged him there. You ignored the urge to take his ear lobe into your mouth, despite wanting to hear the beautiful sounds he might make for you.
Instead, you let sweeter thoughts motivate you and ran your fingers along his jaw, holding him close as you stood on your tippy toes, stare flitting down to his lips. You didn’t have to reach much, Heeseung was already leaning down, meeting you more than halfway.
When your lips met, it felt delightful and sure, sparking like a kiss that had been a long time coming— but an undeniable intensity dominated the caress from the sheer amount of desire you had for him since the very start. Heeseung responded immediately, and you could sense his struggle to manage his eagerness for you.
Intentionally keeping the pace slow but sensual, you pulled back and swiped your tongue against his lips any time you felt him get worked up under your touch.
It frustrated Heeseung, who simply wanted to be as near to you as possible, so once your lips connected again, he slyly tilted his head to deepen the kiss, reveling in your startled moans as he caught you off guard. His hands slid up your smooth back and dug into your skin, pressing you close so he could finally feel you against him and keep you there.
Of course, he tasted like mint, and his touch was more than covetous by how he grazed your shoulders under your shirt, revealing your skin and sending sparks down your spine once more. Suddenly breathless, you parted for a moment, but Heeseung held you tightly against his heaving chest, letting you know that there was no escaping him as his heart beat wildly beneath your palms.
“And now?” You had the gal to ask when you were the one waning under his passion.
“Mm,” His lips caressed your cheek, “Don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you.”
Heeseung’s breath caught when you dragged your hand against the soft fabric covering his chest and abdomen. You gathered the shirt higher on his waist, then ran the tips of your nails up and down his stomach, circling his belly button to tease him. Then you stoked the flames, pressing your hips flush against his, and could feel his excitement sear against your thigh.
A breathy hiss left his lips, and he gazed at you with heavy eyes, the mere sound making you throb with need for him. You enjoyed smoothing your palms beneath his shirt and over his lightly toned chest.
“Don’t stop….”
Your fingers just grazed his nipples as his hips jerked against yours.
“Show me where, but do it slowly.”
Heeseung shamelessly tugged the waistband of his sweatpants down on his hips and took your wrist to gradually draw your touch lower, much lower, until you were palming his hard length through the thin layer of his black briefs. Even through the fabric, he was hot to the touch and pulsing against your fingers.
“Heeseung,” you drawled accusingly.
“Fuck,” His head dropped forward into the crook of your neck as you began to squeeze and rub along his thick cock. He held onto your wrist and began grinding into your hand, his panting growing heavier against your skin by the second. You could feel his wetness starting to form where you palmed him over and over.
“Hey, be honest with me. Did you get hard sleeping next to me?”
Heeseung licked his lips, “Just a little.”
Your curiosity got the best of you, “And did you touch yourself?”
Heeseung stiffened against you, “Only a bit when you’d grind against my side. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to last the night….”
He groaned when you firmly groped his cock through his briefs, making him feel like he was yours.
“When I’d grind on you?” You asked incredulously.
“Ah– Yes, you were the exact way I am right now– rubbing against me, all breathless and whiny. Must’ve been a good dream; made me jealous,” He revealed, even as a smug smile grew on his face.
Your recollection was faint, but you knew he wasn’t joking.
“Did you feel me up when I was asleep?”
His grin dropped, and his voice tightened, “No. You know I wouldn’t do that,” His doubtful expression then shifted to one of cautious inquisitiveness, “Not unless you wanted me to….”
He caught how your brows rose at the meaning and found your reaction entertaining.
Of course, Heeseung would never touch you without your approval, but the fact he just brazenly put it out there as an option was wild to you. He’s so unassuming that you weren’t sure what to think after he casually suggested a naughty offer like that as if it were just a pre-planned favor he could easily take care of for you.
Heeseung seemed to surprise you in many ways, but you should’ve known to expect the unexpected from him at this point. Maybe you’d take him up on his offer later, but for the time being, you were intrigued by this side of Heeseung you just glimpsed.
An impish idea came to mind as you desired to provoke him further and draw him out of his shell. You twirled around in his arms and arched your back to press your ass against his bulge, enticing him to grind on you. Once you tipped your head back to look up at him and reached overhead to tug at his dark locks, you made your neediness undeniable to him.
Heeseung recognized it too and, for a moment, was taken aback. He could tell by the glint in your eyes that you wanted to relinquish your control to him; it was that similar kind of fascination you looked at him with in the restaurant when all he wanted to do was bend you over that wooden table and please you in every which way.
“And if I’d woken up all needy and begging for you, what would you have done?” You nestled your cheeks against his cock, delighted by how he tucked his lip under his teeth to stifle a moan, “Would you be nice, Hee? Or would you ruin me?”
His initial shyness soon morphed into complete hunger as one of his hands found your waist, and the other snaked up between your breasts to wrap around your neck. Heeseung anchored you to his chest, and when you felt him take hold of your jaw to kiss you over your shoulder, you melted in his arms.
“Why don’t I just show you?”
It didn’t even register that Heeseung shoved you onto the bed and pressed you onto your stomach. He forced your legs apart with his own before holding you down by your nape and hip, letting you know your place. Instantly, he began grinding his hips into your ass, and all you felt was the unyielding pressure and heat that threatened to undo you right then and there.
“Oh, fuck yes—“
It felt so good to be pinned beneath Heeseung, let alone a person who you entirely adored from head to toe. His weight bearing down on you felt delicious and heavy; you could only imagine what the full force of his thrusts felt like, especially without any barriers of clothing.
God, you really thought you’d be the one to bring him to his knees first, but here you were. The sensation of his hard length dragging between your ass caused your pussy to dampen your sweatpants uncontrollably.
Even Heeseung could feel it.
Oh shit. Shit—
“Making a mess already, baby?”
“Shut up,” You gritted out, his words setting your face aflame.
Yes, yes— you’ve turned me on since the day we met!
Is that what you want to hear me say?
He was soaking in his briefs just minutes ago. Who was he to talk?
You were barely able to quiet your yelp in time when Heeseung slid his hands past your waistband and pushed the fabric just beneath your cheeks to knead at the soft flesh. He did it in such a teasing way that made you feel delirious and frantic at the same time like you wanted him to strip you bare and run his tongue all over your body right after.
“Talk to me that way again and see what happens,” He warned, egging you on. His hands on your ass grew more insistent as he gripped and massaged your flesh, making you grasp at the sheets.
Ah, you couldn’t believe Heeseung also had this side to him, but at the same time, you had an inkling. What a crazy contrast to how he was whimpering under your touch just moments before. Typically, he was so patient with you in class, but you just knew he had an itch to scratch when it came to you.
Excitement bristled through your entire being, and it didn’t go unnoticed.
“I said shut–”
He brought his palm down before you even finished, and god was there power behind it.
A moan ripped from your throat, the sharp sound of flesh meeting flesh ringing in your ears as his hands possessively ran over your stinging ass.
“Again,” Heeseung baited you.
Astonished with yourself, you bit your lip hard. At the same time, your pussy clenched, juices spilling onto the sheets. You loved the feeling but realized you weren’t going to last with how swollen your clit felt from his words and the way he handled you. Even just jerking against the mattress after the blow Heeseung landed nearly made you come.
“No?”
This is insane. There is no way I’m going to come just from getting spanked once. No fucking way.
You shook your head and rubbed your thighs together as Heeseung pressed a wet kiss to the flushed skin he’d marked.
“Mm, that’s what I thought.”
The cold air hit your legs and pussy when he yanked off your bottoms in one fell swoop, and then he was flipping you onto your back and running his large hands against your sides to gather your shirt over your breasts.
“Heeseung,” You gulped, suddenly feeling very exposed in the morning light.
“___, be good for me,” He tipped your chin up to capture your lips in a reassuring kiss, “I just wanna make you feel good like you can let go without worrying about anything. Trust me?”
His words calmed you immediately.
“Of course.”
“Good girl,” Heeseung kissed you once more, and you relaxed into it, letting your legs fall open so he could press closer. That is, until his hands were back to slowly stroking up and down your curves, thumbing at your peaking nipples.
“You are gorgeous,” Heeseung smiled, noticing a deep flush creeping across your cheeks, “So soft and sensitive…”
He squeezed your breasts together and dragged the flat of his hot tongue between your cleavage with a flick. The visual was so fucking overwhelming you hung your forearm over your eyes with a whimper.
“…But you could have me on my knees if you wanted to, and you know it.”
Doing as he pleased, he took the edge of your shirt and pulled it tightly over your breasts so that your nipples would harden with every pass of the fabric. Each time he tugged the edge of the shirt over the swell of your breasts, your nipples would perk up against the cold air, tempting Heeseung to teasingly place kisses around them before repeating it all over again.
He was receptive to your minuscule reactions, watching closely at the way you wet your lips and arched your back to press your chest against his face anytime he drew near.
“A-ah— Hee,” You complained, threading your fingers through his hair, desperately wanting his mouth fully on your tits, “Fucking tease….”
You felt him mouth kisses at the underside of your breast and swipe his tongue back and forth while your nipples tingled, begging for attention.
“Acting like you’re not enjoying this? Someone really likes to play dumb around me,” He kissed your throat as you squirmed underneath his rough touch, your thighs drenched in arousal.
Finally, Heeseung tucked your shirt above your chest and dragged his hand down the valley of your breasts and over your stomach, stopping right above your clit, just to make you even crazier.
“That’s how you keep me wrapped around your finger, isn’t it?”
He came back up to seal his lips over your aching breast and suckled deeply against your nipple. The sloppy noises caused your body to clench and fold under him; you were twisting in his grasp, barely able to withstand the expressions of his deep-seated desire.
Then he stroked you down there, let you rub your sensitive slit against him, and make a drooly mess over his palm. You moaned unabashedly at the feeling of him finally palming your pussy.
“Oh my god!”
Having sensed your uncontrollable surge of arousal, he lapped at your sweetness on his hand, brought your leg around his waist, and let you rut your bare hips against him. As you curled around his head and clutched him against your chest, you grinded against him messily like you were in heat, using him to satiate the growing fire in your core without a care if you were soaking his shirt or getting a cramp in your side.
Heeseung pulled you up to sit on his bulge, and your hands shot out against his chest to support yourself over him. He held you firmly by your love handles and let you hump against his cock to your heart's content, clearly enjoying the view of you above him with a coy smile.
“Shit! Hee….”
Heeseung squeezed and rolled your breasts in his hands, “Had a feeling you’d like riding me. That little clit must be so swollen and pink—“
Soon enough, he found himself preoccupied with lapping his hot tongue against your other breast, coating it in saliva before smacking your nipple against his lips. You threw your head back and moaned deeply, the thrusts of your hips unrelenting. Heeseung’s hands blazed up your thighs and ass, insistent on making it known how much he’d been holding himself back from touching you.
Heeseung snapped his hips up into you, causing you to nearly keel over on top of him, thighs shaking and spit spilling from your lips onto his chest. He easily caught you, his chuckle vibrating against your skin, and laid you back against the sheets to lick over your chin and slip his heavy tongue against yours. He moaned into your mouth, tasting you deeply with every stroke, and you simply allowed him to devour you.
He knew you were purely holding onto him for dear life at this point.
Abruptly, you heard Heeseung curse under his breath upon seeing the time on his bedside stand. “You don’t have class ‘till later, right?”
His words almost didn’t register in your lust-hazed brain as you chased his lips for more kisses.
“Wha? No—“
Suddenly, Heeseung was gripping your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half. He dragged his fingers through your slicked folds again and circled your clit before sucking the taste of you off them.
“Good,” You gasped as he smirked down at you, then his perfectly aligned hips rolled into yours— and stopped for nothing.
With a broken moan, your eyes fluttered shut at the sweet, sweet heat. The friction of his sweatpants only heightened your pleasure as his hips drew deep, slow circles against your bare pussy, your eyes rolling back into your head every time he made contact with your swollen clit just right.
“Hee— Heeseung—“ Your call devolved into a litany of moans, filling his ears like pleasing notes.
He was almost fed up with himself for not making a move when you embraced him after your talk because he could’ve been enjoying your mewls of pleasure all night long. Almost. Truthfully, he wouldn’t have traded anything for the endearing way you tackled him onto his bed with abandon and curled up in his arms to sleep, even as torturous as laying next to you was.
“I love being needed by you,” Heeseung confessed against your lips, “Even though I know you don’t really need me.”
“No— I need you,” You whimpered against him, your nails digging pretty red crescents into his shoulder blades. The force of his hips was jarring enough to make you feel like you were losing your sanity as he drilled you deeper and deeper into his mattress.
“Yeah, baby? How badly?”
The pace of his thrusts quickened if that were even possible.
“So fucking badly! You’re— you’re gonna make me come,” you warned, “Fuck—“
You felt the knot in your stomach begin to unravel, and then in seconds, quick pulses of emanating heat dragged you under a blanketed haze of pleasure.
Heeseung was beyond pleased with the blissful expression you wore, knowing you saw fireworks behind your fluttering eyelids. As though in tune with your body, Heeseung eventually slowed his thrusts and took in every bare inch of you that glistened with a pretty sheen of sweat, basking in the sound of your shaky moans.
If you had the sense to peel your eyes open, you’d crumble even more under his fervent expression as he gently pressed his hips against your clenching pussy and kept the perfect amount of pressure there for your enjoyment.
“Mmn!” Inevitably, you trembled and huffed against him from oversensitivity, in disbelief of how hard he still was.
He caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger— kissed you like you had breath to spare.
“See, you like being teased, don’t you, baby?”
“Hee… fuck…”
When you eventually came to, you glanced down between your bodies and saw the aftermath; the sheets and front of his sweatpants were stained with your release. However, the tent in his pants is what caught your attention, and you salivated at his twitching dick, knew how big it was under your hand— wanted to see it drip with pearly cum.
Despite being lightheaded, you grabbed at his hips with determination.
“Sorry, I got carried away, but I have to go,” Heeseung caught your hands and was already gently tugging you to sit up so he could clean you off.
“But—“
“I know we’re gonna be so busy starting today, but do you want to meet up Thursday evening in one of the study rooms? The day before our final? I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
Make it up? After everything he just did, make up for what? Did he mean make out? Your brain was unable to compute, and you just found yourself nodding.
Heeseung chuckled and sealed the deal with a kiss that conveyed a deep affection you felt unworthy of. His hands threaded into your hair, it almost felt like he wasn’t going to let you go, but he did.
“See you then.”
Knowing Heeseung didn’t come during his first time with you haunted you for several days up until your final study session with him of the year. He certainly had to be aware that you had no intention of leaving him high and dry, but it still frustrated you. Timing was the biggest obstacle then, and you were determined not to let it get in the way today.
Like a diligent student, you had studied for all your classes and prepared for your finals like it was the apocalypse. Despite your worries, a majority of them you already knocked out; the final project for your coding class consisted of an entire presentation of your work the following day, officially making it your most concerning project.
You loathed public speaking, and of course, there was a mistake in your code that you failed to catch in the haze of exhaustion while you were burning the midnight oil, so it gave you all the more reason to look forward to seeing Heeseung. Thanks to him, you actually had a chance at acing the class rather than just having survived it.
Plus, you were glad to have an excuse to talk about something other than what went down at his apartment because you were still working your brain around the different sides of himself he’d shown to you that morning.
You smirked to yourself.
Will I encounter the angel or devil today?
It was always chilly in the library, so you felt your nipples pebble under your favorite sweatshirt in reaction to the air conditioner. The outfit you chose to wear was slightly out of the norm but purposeful. You ditched the bra opting for comfort, and with Heeseung in mind, you traded your typical pair of sweatpants for a white, pleated skirt that matched your casual sneakers.
Usually, you stuck purely to skincare, but your make-up was fairly light for today, save for a touch of red coloring your lips and liner with mascara to brighten your eyes. It was a nice mix of your signature relaxed look and a touch of coquette. Obviously, it wasn’t over the top, but you felt pretty cute.
You spotted a focused-looking Heeseung through the study room window at the end of a long row of shelves. He’d chosen the most inconspicuous study room on the top floor, and you had to applaud him for that.
A wave of confidence overcame you as you approached the room at an unhurried pace.
After two knocks, you pulled open the door.
“Oh, I almost didn’t recognize you, specs,” You smiled, dropping your bag onto the table and comfortably leaning against the edge.
“Yeah?” Heeseung sat back against his chair and took off his new glasses with a snort, inspecting the plastic frames, “My original glasses are taking a while to get repaired. Weirdly, I got some stares from people in my other classes and customers at work without them, so I just picked up a shitty pair from the Dollar Tree. They give me a headache but beats the odd looks….”
He scrambled to slide them back in place once he noticed your atypical attire, his gaze slowly trailing up your legs.
“Sounds like they were checking you out. I guess I can see where they’re coming from,” You crossed your legs, holding back a smile.
He exuded an interesting vibe today himself, his cute glasses served as the biggest contrast against his black ensemble consisting of gray jeans and a black shirt. If he’d worn only his contacts on top of everything, it would’ve been too much for you to handle.
Inwardly, you snickered as the tips of his ears blushed red, and he quickly glanced down at his keyboard. Even you were still trying to figure out how this was the same guy who relentlessly teased your body to death earlier that week.
Oh, he’s the shy one today. Let’s see for how long…
You eased the attention off of him, “I’m probably gonna need you to double-check my project.”
“That’s fine. I’ll help you after you tell me how this tastes.”
You tilted your head, “Hm?”
“I baked you something.”
“You— you did?” Your eyes brightened as he rested his hand on a simple, ribbon-wrapped package sitting next to his laptop that you hadn’t noticed before.
“Yeah, don’t worry, it’s edible,” His grin made your heart thrum.
Heeseung handed you the package and patiently looked up at you with wide eyes as you unboxed its contents. You tugged at the ribbon delicately as it unraveled and peeked under the lid.
“Macarons!”
“The decadent kind. Try it,” He reached over and took out a cream-colored macaron, set the box aside, then held it to your lips, “You look pretty, by the way….”
Eep!
“Thank you,” You gave him a sincere smile, causing him to nibble on his lip.
You tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned forward to take a bite. The texture was marvelous; one bite in, and you were sold on the delicious buttercream filling.
“Mmm— the butter,” Your mouth watered in between chewing, “This flavor beats all the others out of the park! I think it’s my new favorite. Seriously.”
“No need to savor it, I can always make more,” He reminded you.
“Wait, really?”
“Yeah.”
You stared at him suspiciously. Did he mean it? As in, he intended to stay in touch?
“If I wanted some next week, you’d bake me some?”
He nodded, “Sure.”
“But what if I wanted some for Christmas?”
“I can bake you more, along with some other treats I’ll be testing for the holidays.”
“And what if I wanted some next semester?”
Heeseung chuckled, “I’d make you barely enough; that way, you have to keep asking me. There. Satisfied that you exposed my ploy?”
You stared at him, feeling overwhelmed. The time you thought would come to an end with him wasn’t as concerning of an issue as you had thought all along. Whether or not Heeseung thought that to be obvious to you both, you weren’t planning on taking his words for granted.
He gestured at the remaining macaron half he held, but you ignored it and slid into his lap, nestling against his firm bulge. He groaned softly but welcomed you, his free hand squeezing your bare thigh as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
“And will we still be friends by then?”
“No,” His eyes shone with knowing, “No, I don’t think so.”
You inhaled deeply, “How about next week?”
He slowly shook his head and found himself staring at your lips.
You tilted his chin up so he’d meet your eyes. “And what about now?”
A bashful smile spread across his face, and he brushed the macaron against your lips, ”You tell me….”
Gently, you took the piece into your mouth, brushing your glossy lips against his fingertips, succeeding in stealing his breath away.
You held his hand between yours and took your time to suck the pads of his thumb, then index finger into your mouth as your voice dropped to a whisper, “You’re mine.”
And the look in his eyes said he knew it.
The air around you two dampened with lust.
“I missed you,” Heeseung wet his lips and thumbed at your own, “Let me taste, please?”
While still seated in Heeseung’s lap, you leaned back against the table, his hands settling on your soft thighs as you reached off to the side for another treat. You split the macaron in half so you could gather the white filling with a lick, then stick out your tongue past your lips. You stayed relaxed against the table, legs hanging on either side of his lap, and beckoned him with your finger.
In a blink of an eye, Heeseung was leaning over you to pull you against his chest and taste every inch of your mouth he could reach. The kiss was ravenous and sugary sweet, with way too much tongue; everything you could’ve wanted after spending a few days apart.
“Mm,” you moaned against his lips when his palm slid over the side of your neck to hold you in place.
You knew he was just bursting at the seams of his pants. After all, he never got the satisfaction of finishing like you had, and now it was your turn to play with him.
The kisses quickly evolved into eager smacks and dips of his warm tongue against yours, your shenanigans to blame. You broke the kiss after a particularly sloppy caress and watched thick strands of saliva dribble down his chin.
“A-ah…”
You eyed the cherry red stains of your lipstick on Heeseung’s lips and lapped up the strands with several hot strokes, earning a whimper from him. Obsessed with the sounds he just made, you messily reconnected your lips with his and pulled back again, catching strands of his saliva with a flick of your tongue.
He moaned deeply, brows knit together, his eyes glazed over and pleading. At this point, his glasses had been slightly knocked askew on his nose, and you chuckled at the dreamy look in his eyes.
Heeseung was panting deeply, his nipples standing hard underneath his shirt; the boy looked like he wanted to be devoured by you.
“You like it sloppy, huh, baby?”
“Yes—,” His hips bucked excitedly against yours, but you could tell he was trying to control himself.
“I’ve always thought your ears are so cute,” You whispered hotly against his skin, making them grow a shade darker of blush, “You don’t mind if I suck on them a bit, do you?”
Heeseung’s eyes widened behind his crooked glasses, ”No….”
“You clean ‘em, right?” You teased, sweeping your nail up the fluttering pulse at his neck.
Heeseung pouted, “Yes, every day—“
“I know, cutie,” You adjusted his glasses and traced the curve of his ear with your tongue, holding him in place by his jaw.
He gasped at the sensation and shut his eyes to really enjoy the way you were toying with him. When your teeth began to tug against the tip of his ear, he bit back a small groan, making you smile against his skin.
You soothed your assault with several laps of your tongue before moving to suckle at his ear lobe and grind down on his hard-on.
“Oh god…” Heeseung’s eyes fluttered, and with desperate hands, he clung to your waist, barely hanging on by a thread. He twitched beneath you; enduring your teasing was as torturous for him as it was gratifying for you.
You released his sensitive earlobe with a smack and then slowly dipped your hot tongue into his ear, in and out, pressing deeper each time. You felt Heeseung’s jaw loosen in your grip, his mixture of pants and moans growing heavy as he nearly went limp under you.
“Ah… fuck…” Heeseung drawled. He could barely stand hearing such lewd sounds— could feel himself leaking and hard in his jeans as you turned his brain to mush.
“You like it when I fuck your ear, don’t you?”
Heeseung moaned incoherently, and you moved just beneath his ear to nip and kiss his neck harshly.
“Look at me, Heeseung.”
When he turned to you, he looked completely out of it. It was apparent that the sweet thing needed a break from his studies to let his mind go completely blank, only to be filled with the most manic thoughts of you.
“Kiss me properly like a good boy.”
He obeyed you, gingerly taking your face in his hands and capturing your lips with care. The shared moment gave you both time to breathe and remember where you were, in each other's arms, completely focused on pleasing the other.
And you wanted more of him, so much more.
“Can't stop thinking about you whether I’m awake or asleep,” Heeseung whispered, “Can’t stop touching myself.”
Shit.
Your brain conjured up images of Heeseung palming himself in the same bed you had slept in while you had been fast asleep, experiencing a wet dream. Even in his shower, since that was a probability…
“Yeah, baby? Messing around like we did tends to alter your brain chemistry for a bit, y’know?” The skeptic in you teased.
Heeseung placed a kiss under your jaw but scolded you, “Don’t be like that. I’ve wanted to share that with you for weeks.”
“Oh,” Despite blushing wildly, you answered coolly, “You sure like to take your time, then.”
“___…” Heeseung frowned at your seemingly nonchalant attitude.
“I’m just joking with you. I know you like to take your time and that you’re a man of action over words. I’ve come to love that about you, even though sometimes, it can drive me crazy,” You held his face in your hands and ran your fingers through his hair, before kissing him hard.
He liked that a lot, you felt his cock jump so you rocked into him.
Heeseung sulkily nudged his nose against the side of your neck, taking in your scent, “You do?”
“Yeah, I do. When you’re alone at night, all you need to do is call me, baby.”
He smiled this time, “I’ll definitely do that….”
You didn’t hesitate to connect your lips with his and let your tongue roam the deepest it had in his mouth, gently prodding at his throat to taste the rich flavor of buttercream against his tongue. When you tried to pull back, Heeseung retaliated and sucked on your tongue.
“Mmm—”
His boldness spurred you on to hungrily press your lips against his once more, his taste intoxicating to you. Feeling your inhibition slip completely, your panties began to soak through onto his lap, clit pulsing from the heat of his body under yours. You dragged your hands up beneath his shirt and caressed your fingertips over his warm, firm chest, causing him to shiver in pleasure.
He moaned when your fingers began to twist at his nipples, “I-I love it when you… play with me….”
“Yeah, baby, I can tell,” You regarded him with a curious smile before asking, “Do you like blowjobs?”
His eyes widened, but he slowly found himself nodding.
You giggled and tilted your head, “Not sure?”
He searched your eyes for judgement, “No, I’m— I’m, I mean, who wouldn’t? I’ve just never… gotten one before.”
I’m sorry— what?
The inevitable look of disbelief you gave him had him fidgeting in his chair, your hands coming to a still against his waist.
Well, fuck his ex to hell and back.
You shifted forward into his lap to press your breasts flush against his chest and caress his cheeks. “Well, I’d love to give you one. Would you like that?”
“I’d love that, please,” He bit his lip, his gaze on you already unfocused.
You were unable to help the giddy feeling in your chest as you kissed him and pressed the heel of your palm between his thighs.
Heeseung ground up against your hand as you felt him up through his jeans before swiftly releasing him from their confines. The subtle curve of his flushed cock was more beautiful than you imagined, as were the pulsing veins lining the underside of his length. He was heavy in your hands and soaked to the touch in his arousal, much like you were between your thighs.
“Oh, you must be aching. Been dying to taste you….”
“I’m not going anywhere this time,” With a shaky breath, Heeseung gathered the edge of his shirt in his grasp to reveal the sharp dips of his abdomen and the light trail of hair leading to his erection, watching as your lovely eyes turned dark.
“So thick, you’re unreal.…”
Slowly, you kneeled between his legs to cover his dripping cock in hungry kisses and played with his pre-cum on your tongue, immediately making him twitch and moan in want. You’ve been dying to reduce him to this mess of a state for the longest time.
“Like it when I kiss you all over?”
“Yesss— haahn,” His words slurred when you took the head of his cock past your lips and sucked while swirling your tongue over his milky slit.
He was stunned at how your delicate hands worked at the rest of his length, jerking him with a firmness he wasn’t used to but definitely loved. Despite your touch feeling foreign, it felt different than his own in the best possible way.
How would he last any longer than a minute? All of the sensations you were gracing him with were too much, too good.
“Your balls look so full, baby…” You could feel your mouth salivating as you tongued at his swollen tip.
“Ohh—“
Out of the corner of Heeseung’s eye, a figure whizzed by the window to his right, and he froze. He only experienced a second of relief when he realized it was just the back of an oblivious student passing by, but he was brought back to reality by the fact that the two of you could be discovered.
While you were obviously aware of this from the start, you sensed the sudden discomfort through the line of tension in his body.
“We could get caught, you know….”
You pulled off of his cock, and smirked, your fingers tightening around his girth, “I’m sure you knew exactly what you were doing when you invited me here. If you’re so worried, then keep your voice down,” You raised an eyebrow at him, “You are a bit loud, sweetheart.”
Heeseung tugged on his lips between his teeth, feeling timid despite the truth. He tried to steady his breathing and swallowed thickly as he glanced out the window for any sign of movement, although the majority of people minded their own business in the library.
“Heeseung!” He heard a familiar voice call.
The face of his friend, Jake, peeked out from behind a bookshelf through the window pane of the study room.
His knee immediately slammed up against the table the moment he felt you mouth at his balls. Heeseung’s breath caught in his lungs, sneakers skidding against the floor as he braced himself against the table. The boy was barely able to process the sheer amount of pleasure from the warm, tight suction of your wet lips around him.
He just wanted to melt to the floor.
“Fuck—“
In a panic, Heeseung barely managed to swallow a groan of pleasure when his friend shot him a look of concern through the window. From this angle, you weren’t visible from under the table, but Heeseung was sure he appeared oddly curled over his laptop, hands sprawled across the surface of his books and papers.
“You good man?” Jake slowly began to approach the door to the study room.
You heard Rin’s muffled voice, “Have you seen ___? She won’t pick up her phone.”
“I’m okay!” He insisted with a grunt, “Sorry, I haven't! Wait, no— Don’t come in, I just really need to focus right now,” Heeseung raised his voice slightly so they could hear him clearly through the glass.
You ran your tongue across the tender ridge between his balls before humming sweetly against his skin. Pre-cum bubbled at his slit and poured down his length onto your fingers, so you cruelly jerked his cock even quicker than before.
Heeseung pressed his fist against his lips to stifle a moan, trying to play it off as a cough before waving goodbye in Jake and Rin’s direction, hoping the two would get the hint.
Jake chuckled and shook his head, “Oh, alright then. See you at work!”
“See you, Heeseung. If you see her, tell her to stop ignoring me, she owes me dinner,” Rin winked.
“I— I will,” He did his best to plaster a smile on his face until your friends disappeared around the corner.
Once they left, you heard a sound of frustration rumble throughout Heeseung’s chest as he pushed away from the table to stare down at you with his hand covering his lips. His eyes nearly started to brim with tears behind his glasses as he watched you slurp around his swollen balls and then suck them tightly into your mouth.
You noticed his conflicted expression and cooed at him, “Does it feel that good, baby?” Then you were back to hollowing your cheeks around him.
More profanities spilled from his lips.
Knowing he was lucky to be sitting instead of standing, he let his knees fall open, his joints completely weak with pleasure. His reasoning skills were non-existent, but it registered in his mind that the girl he fantasized about day and night was so willingly stuffing her mouth with his filthy cock and balls. He could hardly believe it.
Admittedly, you were impressed at the pretense he managed to keep up in a moment of crisis, and as a reward for his self-control, you gave his balls one last harsh suck, then let them drop from your lips, “You did such a good job holding out there….”
Saliva pooled in your mouth before you spat along his length and continued to pump him at a messy pace, working your spit into the tip of his slippery cock. You rubbed your lips along his sensitive skin, planting open-mouthed kisses and teasing him with a view he was guaranteed to be daydreaming about for a while.
“___, please,” Heeseung begged for you and started playing with his nipples over his shirt— your baby just couldn’t keep still.
So fucking cute.
You gripped his base and let the tip of his cock slip against the soft palate of your mouth, then nearly all the way to the back of your throat with a gag.
“F-fuck— Ngh!”
The action jarred him immensely, and he looked absolutely fucked out with his glasses falling off his face, his hot breath fogging up the lenses. God, it stirred something deep and primal inside you to know you were able to bring him to such a vulnerable state.
You just adored this side of him, and could feel your panties sticking against your lower lips as slick dripped down your thighs. The soreness in your knees hardly registered while you began to thrust your hips, longing for friction even just from your panties; your swollen pussy throbbed incessantly.
The pace of your relentless bobbing quickened as you choked around his cock, unexpected tears stinging your eyes from how deep you were taking him. You let them spill down your cheeks, only wishing you could take him even deeper somehow, wanting his cock kissing and rubbing against your insides while he took you. The tell tale sensation of your clit twitching was the only warning your body gave you before you were overrun by an orgasm you couldn’t have anticipated.
With a muffled sob, your pussy fluttered then began clenching around nothing in deep contractions that rocked you to your core, clit begging for more stimulation as you somehow came untouched just from the mere thought of getting pummeled by Heeseung.
One hand remained curled around his cock while you shoved the other between your thighs to work rapid circles over your panties— and then you were coming even harder, spurts of cum creating a messy puddle at your knees.
He felt your uncontrollable moans shoot up his cock and was unable to escape from their encompassing vibrations.
“Fuck—!” The curse was drawn out, and gruff— full of desperation.
Despite how incredibly tensed up Heeseung was, his palms brushed atop your head as he threaded his trembling fingers through your hair, attempting to nudge you off of him. His whole body was trembling, but you wouldn’t let him, even as he shook his head, calling your name in a wrecked voice.
Unadulterated pleasure allowed you to ignore the discomfort and swallow around him as deeply as you could; he broke at the sensation of you choking around him.
Heeseung’s head lolled back in complete silence when he was left with no choice but to let himself go. His bare hips shot up from his seat against your face and made your throat convulse, rendering himself an absolute wreck under your touch.
You kept him suspended in pleasure for as long as you could, spit and cum spilling from the corners of your lips— even when he finished and fell limp on the chair, you licked him clean, suckling on his sensitive tip to the point where he was whimpering.
His incomparable taste only made you wetter, and your knees gave out as you collapsed on the floor. You rested your cheek against his thigh as you proudly played with his thick, musky cum on your tongue, exploring the texture. It tasted equally addictive.
“___,” Heeseung was blushing as he took your jaw in his hand, his thumb pressing into your lips, “You’re crazy. Spit that out….”
“What? No,” You frowned, “Where?”
Heeseung scanned the room in a panic for a non-existent trash can before he cupped his palms together, and held his hands up to your lips.
You nearly choked on his cum from laughter. However, you sat back and spread your legs to reveal your ruined panties glossed over with your release.
“You—“ Heeseung gasped as you pulled back the fabric from your skin to show off the way your pretty pussy glistened for him.
He didn’t want to believe his eyes when he witnessed his cum dribble from your pink tongue onto your skin like a sweet glaze. Prayed they were playing tricks on him when you clenched the second it hit and how you smeared it through your folds as you twitched and pleasured yourself for an intimate moment before licking his cum off your lithe fingers…
“You taste so yummy.”
And how dare you look at him with those eyes.
Heeseung snapped and was already hauling you to your feet; you just ensured there was no way you were leaving this room without getting fucked.
Now there wasn’t a single bone in him that cared if a library staff passed by and threatened to throw the two of you out. He would take his time finishing you off with them standing there, and then carry your limp body out of the building if he had to.
He’s never felt more deranged in his entire life, and that was a testament to you.
“That’s fucking dirty,” Heeseung gripped at your hips and held onto your skirt as he pushed you up against the wall, towering over you.
“No, baby,” You pulled him down against your lips and he melted into it regardless, “Not if it’s you.”
You sneaked your fingers over his spent cock, but he shoved your hand away. With a laugh, you allowed him to press his knee between your damp thighs and squirmed against him, “You’re getting hard again, Hee.”
The pleats of your skirt gathered in his grasp as he squeezed your ass hard enough to make you yelp. “Who liked sucking my cock so much that they squirted in their panties?”
“T-that was definitely a first time for me, too,” You grinned up at him as he worked on rolling your skirt high on your waist.
“You know what you just did tells me?”
He groped at the front of your breasts and kneaded them greedily over your sweatshirt, drawing heavy moans from your lips as your nipples remained hard under his hands.
“No bra,” He muttered under his breath.
It felt like your body was overheating again, “What— What does it tell you?”
The way Heeseung dragged his lips over your pulse, and gradually marked your skin with continuous suckles weakened your knees.
Your eyes shut tight from the overwhelming desire dripping from his voice, breath hot against your skin, “It tells me you’re a sweet little slut for my cum.”
“Ah, a cum slut,” You panted, “Says the one who couldn’t stop tasting me the other day. If anyone’s a slut for cum, it’s you, baby.”
‘Baby.’
Ever since you started to call him the term of endearment, he felt sick to his stomach and imagined himself doing one other thing besides kissing you senseless—
Heeseung fell to his knees, not once taking his eyes off you. It felt like the right place to be, it always had from the start.
You stopped breathing altogether when Heeseung removed his glasses and haphazardly slid them to the side on the floor. His half-lidded, hungry eyes bore into yours.
Even though all signs indicated you were in a dangerous spot with him, you continued, “You’re the one on your knees, ‘boutta—“
He gripped your thighs and licked a thick stripe against the soaked fabric of your swollen mound.
Oh god.
Your fingers curled into his messy locks to steady yourself.
“Arms behind your back. Keep them there until I’m done cleaning up this filthy pussy.”
You hesitated, “But—“
Heeseung slapped the back of your thigh so he could strip you out of your soiled panties. He gave you a look that had you swallowing your complaint.
Quietly, you locked your arms behind your back and leaned against the wall, although your expression was far from delighted, likely because you were just coming off of your high from being in control.
“___,” He spoke softly, “If it gets too much, you know you can tell me to stop at any time, right?”
“I know, and trust me, I will.”
“I want you to choose a safe word for today.”
“Ah,” You felt your cheeks flush, that was the first time anyone’s ever asked you that. “Buttercream…?”
His eyes creased in amusement. “Perfect. I should’ve guessed.”
Heeseung dragged his middle finger between your folds and watched a mixture of your fresh arousal and his cum string along his fingers; it gave away how much you were enjoying this. He licked the mess off his digit and splayed his hands over your tummy, feeling the warmth of your supple skin under your skirt.
“See!” You accused him.
“Behave,” He nipped at your inner thigh, “I’d hate to have to punish you again.”
“I’m sure you would— Aahn—“ The delicate kiss he planted on your clit had you pressing your mound against his face.
He might’ve been rough with you to start, but he knew you were sensitive from your orgasm. His hands pushed and pulled at your flesh, but his lips were tender on your pussy. He made you so wet when he laved his tongue against your clit and littered kisses over it, you could hardly help yourself from dribbling onto his chin.
“Oh, Heeseung….”
He hummed in satisfaction against your pussy when you moaned his name so sweetly.
Tension was ever present in your body, and sweat trickled down between your breasts at the effort of standing over Heeseung, enduring his torture when all you wanted to do was collapse on him.
The lapping of his tongue grew more insistent between your folds as he tasted the mess of himself there, as he tasted you.
“Hmnh— Aah!”
“Stay still. You’re not clean yet,” Heeseung pinned your hips against the wall and plunged his tongue into your slit to collect your arousal. It was impossible not to rock against his pretty face whenever his nose nudged your engorged clit.
Once his lips enveloped the nub, your vision blurred, and your knees shook as you tensed up, drawing to the tips of your toes while you fought to stay standing.
“Heeseung… Heeseung— Hee, I can’t!”
Just as your legs gave out and your back slid down the wall, Heeseung broke your fall and caught you in a heap on his lap.
“Heeseung,” You let out a frustrated whine against his neck.
Since you lacked the strength to stay right side up, your orgasm was ripped from you, and Heeseung stopped pleasuring you right before you were able to reach your high.
He gripped you by your thighs to lift you into his arms and stood up. You heard the shuffling of papers and textbooks dropping to the floor as Heeseung shoved them out of the way and laid you on top of the table.
“Poor baby couldn’t stay still. You know what happens now, right?”
Your surroundings melted away, and when your vision finally focused, all you could see was Heeseung hovering over you, caging you in below him. With your arousal covering his swollen lips and sweat dampening his hair, he looked like a complete wreck and genuinely the wildest you’ve ever seen him.
The lethal look in his eyes took you back to that night you said goodbye to him in front of the bus stop, but even then, they held only a fraction of the intensity compared to now.
You tried to gather yourself before speaking up but found it difficult to catch your breath.
“I’ll— I’ll be a good little slut for you,” Even though you felt fear, your words still had bite to them, “Is that what you want to hear?”
You weren’t sure what possessed you at that moment to give Heeseung a hard time, but you liked the surprised reaction you got out of him; it felt fair after he edged you the way he did.
“On second thought, why don’t I just—“ You dared to sink two fingers into your pussy and began pumping in and out of yourself. Rolling your neck to the side, you moaned softly at the intrusion.
Heeseung grabbed your wrist and yanked your fingers out of you. It was challenging to put up a fight when he slammed your hands back onto the table and held your arms above you, “Quit being a brat.”
You felt him reach for something on the table but realized it was the thin ribbon when he tied it tightly around your wrist in a knot.
“Is your cock that needy for me?”
“If we’re gonna talk about needy,” You felt Heeseung’s warm breath against your ear as he curled his fingers into you, “Let’s talk about this tight little cunt.”
Heeseung, you bad boy.
He was much, much dirtier and meaner than you gave him credit for. He caught on easily to what you liked, when you wanted it, and enjoyed it all the while.
You arched your back off the table. “Mmn— You hate being so sweet, don’t you?”
With one hand holding your trembling thigh open, Heeseung leaned down and spat against your clit. You gasped as your body jolted, head falling back against the table with a thump. You could feel it dribble down into your entrance as he added a third finger and moved faster inside of you, deeper.
Heeseung watched intently as your chest rose and fell at an irregular rate, feeling you squeeze around his knuckles.
“Fuck,” You licked at the corner of your lips and continued to mock him, “M-must hate being around such a needy girl like me who’ll use you for all your worth without a second thought—“
“Quiet,” He dug his fingers into the flesh of your cheeks, “Show me that tongue.”
You tilted your chin up and flashed your pink tongue at him without hesitation. That shameless expression of yours, paired with your dewy make-up, made his cock twitch heavily against the table as if you hadn’t just milked him dry.
“You look like a real pretty mess, baby.”
Heeseung’s cock brushed against you as he leaned in close. With no effort, he spat harshly against your tongue, and the second his saliva hit, your mouth watered. Heeseung chuckled darkly, seeing that your eyes couldn’t have rolled further into your head.
“Yummy?”
You relished his saliva on your tongue and excitedly wrapped your legs around his waist to pull him against your core, “Fuck me.”
He pulled out his fingers and enjoyed the sweet taste of you on them, before kissing you mindlessly.
“That’s more like it, ___.”
He tugged your ass to the edge of the table, then flipped you onto your stomach, forcing your feet to touch the floor.
“I have a condom,” He mentioned, running his hand down your spine, and was prepared to reach for one.
“No, let me feel you. I’m on a pill,” You revealed.
Heeseung lazily swiped his fingers back and forth against your folds. “I see how it is….”
“Mm, god,” You pressed your cheek against the table and could hear the rustling of his jeans.
“You can’t wait for me to fill you up with my hot cum, can you?”
“I can wait all day,” You lied through your teeth, “But clearly someone just likes to take their time— ah!”
You jerked against the table in surprise at the sharp slap of his palm over your ass. His eyes roved over the arch of your back and the curve of your ass appreciatively.
“I’ll take all the time that I want. Now, be honest.”
Your nails dug into your bound hands; you wanted him inside you so badly. “Fuck….”
Another harsh slap landed against the same cheek.
“You wore this little skirt to show off this tight ass and perfect pussy,” Heeseung snapped his wrist, landing continuous small blows atop your skin that grew harder each time, causing your skin to turn red. “I can do this all night, and I don’t care who comes around that corner.”
He stopped to grip your ass cheeks and watch your flesh bulge over his fingers. Shortly after, Heeseung smacked your ass with the most force he’s used to date, and you couldn’t contain your broken moan.
“You enjoy being what you are, and you know exactly what that is. Say it.”
Your lip began to sting from how tightly you were biting down on it to stifle your voice. He plunged his fingers back inside of you without warning, and you cried out, tensing around him in need, then he left you empty.
That felt so damn good.
Your plan to rile Heeseung up was indeed working, even though you weren’t sure where it’d lead the two of you. Even though you hadn’t ventured into such extreme dynamics in your sex life, with the way Heeseung submissively fell into step by your side earlier, you were burning to find out if you could take the heat.
“You—You’re gonna have to make me,” You huffed.
Silence. Then more swishing of fabric.
Heeseung neatly gathered the ends of your hair and looped the strands around his hand until he was sinking his grip into your scalp. His bare chest pressed against your back, and at the same time, his rumbly voice tickled your ear.
“If we were back at my place, I’d make you do all sorts of things…” The promise in his voice caused your skin to break out in goosebumps, “… But making you admit something as simple as that can certainly be done right now.”
The swollen tip of his cock pressed against your entrance, and there was hardly time to brace yourself when Heeseung eased into you at a begrudgingly slow pace. As he fed his raw cock into you, your walls contracted deliciously around his wide girth.
“Ah!”
“Easy, let me in,” He urged, thrusting in and out of you at a rather sweet tempo; he had yet to bottom out. “How else is my little slut going to get her daily dose of cum?”
A gush of your arousal soaked his length and trickled down your thighs as Heeseung worked you open.
“So wet but so tight. Maybe I should just—“
He slammed the remaining way in, and pushed you up further onto the table. His hand sank into your hip, so you stayed right where he wanted you.
“Oh, god!”
Before you could fully adjust, he began to piston his hips into yours at a ruthless pace that made you drool uncontrollably. You tried to hide your moans, but Heeseung’s hold on your hair made you struggle to steady yourself on your forearms if you didn’t want it to be painful.
Intent on making you work a little, Heeseung guided you to curl up higher onto your elbows and eventually your palms with the slight tug of his fist. Sweat gathered at your temple from the effort of stabilizing yourself.
His other hand moved from your hip to caress your bouncing tits under your sweatshirt, then smooth over your throat so he could bend you back even further and look you in the eye.
That was when you realized he was going easy on you. Even with the unceasing thrusts of his cock, you could see him take a moment to tentatively check up on your state of being, and your heart swelled.
“How’s that feel, baby?” Heeseung swiped at the drool beading along your lips, and you saw him note the tears that threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes.
“So good, I can feel you so, so deep… I can take more,” You insisted.
The clapping of his hips against your ass began to slow significantly, causing you to draw in a deep, painful breath.
No, no, no—
“But, I thought you said you’re not my cum slut?” He released your hair as he straightened up, leaving you longing for his warmth against your back. “I just remembered, you’re not my little whore….”
So cruel.
He could feel your pussy fighting to keep him inside, but only his angry red tip remained as you tried to push back against him.
“No, don’t stop!” You begged, “I’m your… your….”
“You’re my what?”
Tears of frustration finally spilled down your cheeks which were burning from embarrassment as you helplessly stared at the blurry wall of the study room. “I’m your fucking cum slut. I’m— I’m your whore—“
You felt his strong hands wrap around your waist and arm to tug you up to sitting. He slid your bound hands over his head so you could cling to his neck as he pressed close to your tear-stained face.
“Mm,” Heeseung soothed you, kissing your tears away, “And you’re so, so precious to me. You’re all mine, baby— Isn’t that right?”
“Mhm,” You hiccuped against his lips as his thumbs kneaded your puffy nipples, feeling like you were in a roller coaster of a dream.
There wasn’t a gleam of light in his eyes, yet you felt their heat consuming you. It felt natural to be held by him like this, with your sweaty chests pressed together and your ankles hooked at his lower back, breathing each other’s air.
It never felt like this before, for you.
Heeseung filled you to the brim with his cock once more, “Good girl.”
The mere stretch of his girth had you clenching erratically, and likewise, you had him on the verge of coming a second time which was a feat in itself. Each quick drag of his cock along your walls was a solace; it made his balls spasm, and he found his thrusts growing more chaotic by the second. To be able to feel you uninhibited like this was a pleasure he couldn’t have fathomed, ever.
“Bet you can’t even imagine how good you’re making my cock feel right now—“
Heeseung was so big, and never even came close to slipping out of you when he’d swiftly wind his hips up only to slam back in. Since his cock made you feel as if you’d burst, his tip kissed the deepest parts of your insides and made you feel completely inundated by his obsession to ruin you.
“Think you’re gonna be able to walk up in front of the class without looking like you got fucked every which way?”
You shook your head vigorously. He loved the way you tugged the damp hair at his nape harshly as a warning and could tell his words were getting to you.
“I know, baby.”
“H-Heeseung—” You felt your tummy start to tense up, and your clit throb madly, “Ah-aah—”
“That’s it, beautiful—“
There was no need to say a word beyond his name, Heeseung knew you were ready. His deft fingers stroked your sensitive clit with precision, and he watched you come undone on his cock with rapt attention, like the most fascinating visual treat was unfolding before him.
You were so entrenched in pleasure that you couldn’t utter a single word; white blinded your vision as your head fell back, and you felt Heeseung secure you as you seized around him, toes curling in your sneakers.
With a yank, the collar of your sweatshirt slipped over your shoulder, and you felt him sink his teeth into the side of your neck— swore you heard a deep growl rip from his throat across your skin. It didn’t hurt at all, it just made you feel so weak.
Heeseung knew he could count on you going utterly limp, and he stuffed you silly with his cock until his creamy cum spilled and sweetened your insides. His own limbs threatened to give out from the force of his release, but he braced himself over you with heavy pants until you tugged him down, wanting to feel his comforting weight on you.
He groaned but cherished your embrace and swallowed your pleased sighs with a kiss that made it known you were loved. Heeseung licked over your bruised, glistening skin and murmured your name.
“I’m really proud of you, baby, I know that was a lot. How do you feel?”
A single groan was your only response as you kept your eyes shut tight from pure exhaustion and bliss.
“___.” Heeseung insisted on hearing your voice.
“I’m fantastic…” That earned you a smile from him.
Satisfied, Heeseung removed your clenched fists from around his neck and held your wrists in place to snap a taut portion of the ribbon with his teeth. The release of pressure was a relief; your skin had subtle marks from the ribbon that would disappear within an hour, but Heeseung rubbed gently at the slight indents while looking you over.
“I’m not crazy,” Somehow you opened your eyes a smidge, head still pounding with dull pleasure, “You’re crazy.”
He kissed over your wrists and flushed knuckles. “Too crazy…?”
“No. No, I loved it. All of it,” You reassured him, already anticipating aches and pains.
“Was there anywhere I went overboard? You can always tell me, even if you think of something later.”
Heeseung pulled out slowly, and you watched as his warm cum oozed out of your entrance, pooling onto the table by your ass. He wore a teasing smile as he made sure to spread his cum over your pussy and then give it a light slap.
You shuddered at the sensation. If he wasn’t careful, he’d definitely turn you on again.
“Oh my god. Um, uh…”
You were able to breathe easy when he returned to cleaning you up as gently as possible with a pack of wipes he unearthed from his bag.
“I really liked it all. It’s fun putting up a fight when you boss me around,” He snorted when you playfully tapped under his chin, “I guess you could always stand to be a little meaner to me, Hee.”
“Really? We’ll have to chat about that then,” He proposed.
“Sure… Mm,” You twitched as he dabbed a fresh wipe between your sticky thighs. Heeseung noticed and squeezed your thigh comfortingly.
“Don’t bother trying to move for the next five minutes. I’ll clean up here, then let’s get you something to eat.”
“Okay. Don’t you have work?” While you rearranged your clothing, you glanced out the window overlooking the campus and couldn’t believe the sun had already set. At least a couple of hours must’ve passed.
Heeseung scurried about the room to gather his shirt and the abused textbooks he’d discarded in the heat of the moment.
“I took today and tomorrow off for finals. I’m all yours.”
Heeseung knew exactly what to say to make your face warm.
You reached for a macaron off to the side and licked at the filling as your legs dangled over the edge of the tabletop. “Then can we pick up Thai and eat at your place? You still owe me some feedback on my project.”
“Yes. We can do anything you’d like.”
“Can I shower with you and sleep over again?”
Heeseung paused in his tracks and flashed you a knowing smile, “I’d like that a lot.”
You swiped his sweaty bangs away from his brown eyes that somehow still had a touch of naïveté in them and kissed him with a mouthful of buttercream. After several seconds, the books slipped from his grasp onto the floor, but neither of you flinched.
The two of you parted only to stare at each other in heat until you traced at his lower lip and he licked at the tips of your delicate fingers, placing kisses on each one— an ardent expression of devotion blended with desire.
All that you’ve ever wanted.
“Wouldn’t you, baby?”
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A/N CONT.
Waaah, I loved writing this fic so much, almost as much as I love Heeseung. Please like, reblog or leave feedback if you enjoyed! Comments are always greatly appreciated 💗
For Hee’s characterization, I wanted to capture the different facets of what I think makes him loveable, and I adore how he came to life here. I reworked this fic a lot until I was satisfied. About 5 months has passed since I started working on this, and since then I’ve been working on my career, questioned my life choices because of it, wanted to give up in general, turned 24 (HELP), slept way too much, saw Enha 3x and got a flying kiss from Hee! 😵💫
Maybe I’ll share some concert photos bc he’s fucking stunning (they all are) and they put on a sublime performance through and through.
Anyways, I’m still figuring out life like the rest of you are. Woo.
Even though I write fiction and smut for fun, I wanted to make sure this was still a quality read with hopes to inspire more people to write about what fulfills them first and foremost. Before I abruptly left for a while, I felt a weird pressure from this site to perform and it hampered my creativity, making me super self-conscious. I think a lot of people can relate. I don’t want to sweat it though, because that can take the fun out of things.
Thus, any future fic posts will be like today’s; less frequent and more intentional when I’m ready. If you don’t mind that, feel free to stick around for the ride (a lot of you already do understand and I’m grateful). I’ll probably lurk a bit more here again since I’ve always liked Tumblr more than any other platform, you guys are my preferred deranged people heheh.
I did write NIIY so that I can continue Hee’s + MC’s story if I ever wanted to. If you followed me over half a year ago, then you know I lost all my fic drafts. Well, by a fucking miracle, I managed to recover everything just last week from my deleted google drive which is a MAJOR WIN. There’s a pretty obvious hint about what one of my next AU fics might be which was in my old drafts, but I’ll give more of an update of future fics when they’re closer to being finished which is likely months out.
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➤ summary : their secret bet is revealed, and now it's time for you to pick the winner, but don't worry, they'll help you decide with one final act.
➤ jake+sunghoon+jay x reader | smut, fluff, angst, PWP | includes : foursomes obvi, oral, fingering, spitting, cum eating, spanking, choking, slight mxm
➤ word count : 12k of pure filth
minors pls dni
you tossed and turned all night, thoughts of jay, sunghoon and jake keeping you up. it all seemed like one great mess. you can’t even remember when this all started or how it started; jay wanted to study at his house, sunghoon wanted to get close to you again, and jake wanted to see your harry styles posters.
you don’t know what the boys think of you anymore- before all this, you weren’t even sure if they even did think of you. but since yesterday, when jake came over and told you that he knows what you’ve done with his friends, you can’t get it out of your mind.
haewon and you used to judge the girls that would hook up with the trio; what would haewon think of you now if she found out you hooked up with all three of them? you were one of the girls that fell for their cheesy lines and charming smirks, and you hate yourself for it.
but on the other hand, you miss them.
you miss the bond you had with jay, where you were forced to focus on school and had strict parents. you missed seeing how sensitive and funny sunghoon park truly is, sharing an introvertedness that neither of the other boys had. and you missed creating memories and laughing until your lungs felt like they might burst with jake. at some point or another, they were your friends, and you cared a lot about them.
you miss your other friend as well; haewon. you have spoken to her since she stormed off at the back of the school. since she told you that she liked jay park. since she told you that you were a bad friend who hooks up with the guy your best friend likes.
the thought makes your hands reach up and cover your eyes, rubbing at your temples from the disbelief of your actions. you needed to talk to her, apologize and make things right. only, you were unsure of how she could forgive you. so you decide to get out of bed for the first time today and go over to her house to hopefully make amends.
jake’s familiar sweater caught your eye, thrown on the floor by your desk. you realize that he left yesterday without it, both of you rushing downstairs when his parents suddenly called him to leave. you pick up the soft black fabric, rubbing your thumbs over it. as soon as you picked it up, you could smell his cologne, confirming that it was no one else’s but his. so now you have two stops today, needing to drop jake’s sweater off, hopefully just quietly passing it to his mother to avoid seeing the sweater’s owner.
you haven’t been to haewon’s house in what feels like ages. standing outside her house makes it seem like it’s the first time you’ve ever been there. you don’t think you’ve ever been nervous to knock on her door until sometimes, not even having to knock but just walking right in.
when you knock, and haewon answers the door, you’re sure she will slam it back in your face. but today, her face looks different than all the other times you’ve seen her in the halls recently. there’s no more anger on her face, only tiredness. it looks like she’s about to give in to whatever insufferable pain she’s in. It makes you worry.
“what’re you doing here, y/n?” haewon asks, her voice firm as she speaks.
“um, i was hoping we could talk.”
haewon sighs, her fingers reaching up to pinch in between her eyebrows, “come in.” she steps aside for you to come in. you follow her up to her bedroom, sitting on her desk chair as she sits on her bed across from you.
“what is it?” haewon asks, picking at a loose thread of her blanket.
“i just wanted to apologize,” you start and notice haewon’s body tense, “i miss you a lot. and i’m sorry that i hooked up with jay- i know you warned me about him and told me not to. i didn’t think that it was because you had feelings for him i-,”
“y/n, it’s okay.” haewon cuts you off. you stare at her with wide eyes, never guessing that she would forgive you so easily like this.
“but, i hooked up with the guy you liked.”
haewon lets out a light chuckle, “yeah, i know. but i also know that you didn’t know i liked him. i-, we-,” haewon sighs, giving you a sympathetic look as she struggles to find the words.
you stand up and move to sit beside her on the bed, “still, you warned me to not hook up with him, i should’ve listened to you.”
haewon shakes her head, “i didn’t tell you to not hook up with him because i liked him-” you tilt your head, “it was so that you wouldn’t get hurt after like i did.”
“what?” you ask her, your face contorted into confusion.
“jay and i- hooked up in tenth grade.” haewon turns her head to avoid making eye contact with you, “i should’ve told you i know, but we judged all those girls that hooked up with the trio that i didn’t want you to judge me for hooking up with jay.”
“hae,” you reach out and grab her hand.
“i’ve been feeling like a shit friend, i got mad at you for hooking up with him, even though i was keeping all these things from you in the first place.”
“it’s alright, hae, i get it.” you nod to her, “because i’ve been feeling the same way. i didn’t want you to judge me, and i didn’t want to hide things from you to ruin our friendship.”
“right, because i care about you and our friendship, too.” haewon agrees softly. “and i missed you.”
“i missed you too, hae.” you both smiled at each other and hugged your best friend. you let yourself feel happy in the hug, glad that you’ve got your best friend back. your friendship with haewon has only gotten stronger now that there are no secrets or places to judge each other. “i thought it was weird when sunghoon recognized you in the picture i have of us on my wall.”
“what?” haewon pulls away, “sunghoon park was in your bedroom?”
“oh, uh,” you fold your hands in your lap to avoid your nervous picking, “yeah.”
“why?”
“because he kind of fingered me there.”
“what?” haewon exclaimed, her eyes bulging from her head.
haewon shakes her head, “no, no, i’m not judging you at all. i, can’t believe it! was it before or after jay?”
“after.”
“oh my god,” haewon laughs, “does jake know?”
“i know he knows.”
“what do you mean?”
“well, jake’s family came over last night, and jake and i kind of had sex.”
“what?” haewon exclaims again, “oh my god y/n! you did the impossible!”
“bro, i know.” you cover your eyes with your hands, “and that’s jake’s sweater over there, and i need to drop it off after.”
haewon notices the black hoodie hanging on her desk chair, “so, are things awkward now, then?”
“i don’t know! it’s all happened too fast, and none of them seem to care that they’ve hooked up with me- not even jake!”
“well, of course, they don’t; they’ve shared girls before.” haewon shrugs, “will it be awkward for you, though?”
“i don’t know, i don’t want it to be,” you tell her.
“well do you, like, any of them?”
you gulp as you look at your best friend, “i- i don’t know.”
haewon reaches to wrap her arm around your shoulders, noticing how worried you look at the question. “hey, it’s okay if you don’t. you don’t need to like any of them. sex is for fun, right! there doesn’t need to be any feelings with it.”
“yeah, i know. but hooking up with all of them was different. it was like there were some feelings there. but none of us brought them up.”
haewon nods in understanding, “well, have you talked to any of them since you’ve hooked up?”
“no, see that’s what i’m saying. it was so intimate in the moments with them, but there was nothing afterward.”
“do you want to talk to them?”
“i think so,” you confess, “i want to find out if it was just sex to them or not.”
haewon smiles, “well then, when you go over to jake’s why don’t you ask him. you said he knows, so i’m sure he’d also know if there were feelings involved with any of them.”
you nod, “okay, hae. thank you, i really needed to talk to you about this; it’s been so shitty to try to keep this to myself- to figure out what i’m feeling and what they’re feeling by myself.”
“i know, and i’m sorry y/n; let’s not keep secrets anymore, okay? you’re my best friend, and i love you.”
“i love you too, hae.” she squeezes you in her arms, both of you laughing as she does.
standing outside two houses that you used to be familiar with but now feel like it’s the first time you’re ever seeing them in one day was a lot.
jake’s house was as nice as you remembered it was. you noticed that neither of his parents’ cars was in the driveway. part of you hoped that maybe jake had taken one of them for the day and that his mom would answer the door to you.
walking up the stairs, you notice that the screen door is closed, but the actual front door is open, allowing you to see and hear into the house. someone must be home then, and you hoped it wasn’t the teenage boy. you contemplate whether you should knock or not; maybe you should come back later when there are more people home.
you’re about to leave when you hear the backdoor open and shut, and voices become clear in the previously silent house.
“bro, i’m telling you, she was into me when we hooked up,”
“yeah, but that was before you fucking ghosted her ass for no reason,”
you could hear some voices laughing and a grunt from someone else.
“i didn’t know what to do! i was thinking about the bet!”
you tilted your head in confusion, figuring that the voices were familiar but had no idea what they were talking about.
“y/n’s just going to end up picking jake; they’ve known each other longer,”
“exactly, hoon.” you could pick out jake’s voice the easiest. the mention of your name had you stepping closer to the screen door, wanting to hear more. you could feel your heart racing now that you knew they were talking about you. you realize that since sunghoon and jake are there, the third familiar voice is no other than jay.
they’re laughing and mumbling about something you can’t hear, making you step forward to practically put your ear on the mesh screen. it’s then when your shoe kicks the bottom of the screen, the cheap metal racketing loud enough for what seems the whole street to hear.
“shit,” you mumble to yourself, backing away and standing straight just in time for jake to pop his head around the corner of the hall and look toward you.
“oh, hey, y/n,” jake smiles at you, walking towards the front door now, “what’re you doing here.” you can’t see jay or sunghoon yet, but you know their bodies are tense at the mention of your name.
“uh, you forgot your sweater last night, so i’m bringing it back,” you tell him, looking up at him as he opens the screen door.
“oh right,” jake nods, reaching his hand out to take it from you, “thanks for that, i didn’t even know i forgot it.”
“ah, shit,” a voice you know is jay’s whisper yells from down the hall.
“shh,” sunghoon’s hushed voice shushes out.
jake turns back to you with a tight-lipped smile, “uh,”
you tilt your head with a disapproving look, knowing that he will try to distract you from what you both have just heard.
jake sighs, “ok, she knows you’re here, idiots. come out.”
sure enough, a sheepish-looking jay and sunghoon step out from around the hall’s corner, sunghoon shoving jay’s back in frustration. jay gives sunghoon a glare before he turns and says hello to you.
“uh, hey guys,” you tell them. before you came, you thought it would be awkward to see jake after hooking up with him, and you never imagined how awkward it would be if you came and saw all three of the guys you hooked up with.
“hi, y/n,” sunghoon smiles at you, his relaxed demeanour confusing you. it was like you hadn’t hooked up with any of them by the way all three were acting.
“what’s wrong?” jake laughs, watching your face contort in concern.
“what? nothing.” you snap your head up to him. jake returns the disappointed look you had given him earlier, making you give in, “i just- what, what were you guys saying earlier?” you struggle to get the words out, “a bet?”
the three boys all share a look filled with worry and amusement. neither of them is sure what to do. they never planned for you to even find out about their bet in the first place, let alone ask them about it.
“uh,” jake starts to let out, keeping his eyes locked on sunghoon and jay as his body is still turned to you.
“just tell me,” you usher him.
jake sighs again, jay and sunghoon suddenly finding the floor interesting, “do you want to come inside?”
they sit you down at the kitchen’s island. jay insisted that he get you some water since it was hot out and you had to walk here. you don’t know what’s going on, but you seem more worried than the three of them put together as they sit around the island with you.
“just, what’s going on?” you ask them, taking a sip of the water jay gave you.
sunghoon starts before the other two, “it started a couple of months ago- this thing.” he points in between all of you.
“we all talked and found out that we all have some sort of feelings toward you,” jake said, looking straight into your eyes.
“me?” you question, shock written all over your face.
“yes, you,” jay chuckles with a shake of his head, “so we wanted to see which one of us you liked back.”
“which started the whole, you know, which one of us would you hook up with.” sunghoon said, trying to make it sound nicer. you let out a noise of acknowledgement, your mind racing as you take in everything that happened. no wonder they didn’t seem to care that they all hooked up with you in a short period.
“we’re sorry, y/n,” jay states, breaking the silence that had grown between the four of you as you try to process what had been happening for weeks now.
“we should’ve told you, talked to you about how we were feeling,” jake says, a slight pout on his face when he sees your confused expression.
“we’re just so competitive it makes us stupid,” sunghoon tries to joke, lightening the heavy air that’s settled upon the kitchen.
you nod to their words, keeping your head down and eyes locked on your fingers playing with their rings. you’re trying to absorb the information as fast as you can, knowing that they’re all looking at you with expectant, worried eyes.
“is everything you guys ever said to me true?” you ask them, “like, you were never lying to me about how you felt?”
“yes, it was all true,” jay says quickly.
“we’d never lie about our feelings for you,” sunghoon said wholeheartedly, his eyes mixing with adoration when yours met them.
“the bet was stupid, and we shouldn’t have done it.” jay says, pushing his hair out of his face with his hand, a nervous tick of his you had picked up on through studying with him.
you look around the island at all three of the boys, trying to reanalyze all the little moments you had shared with them. “so, at the proper end, i was supposed to pick one of you? and they were going to be the winner?” the three of them all give some confirmation to your words. the thought made your hand sweat, rubbing them on your jeans. with all of them, you feel like you can be yourself, but they all give you different things. jay makes you feel confident and intelligent; he challenges you to always try your best. sunghoon makes you feel like you don’t always have to be so outgoing to get people to like you, that it’s alright to be introvertedness. and jake, your childhood best friend, makes you feel sweet and he keeps a part of your innocence, your childhood, with him, that you share everything with him. “but, i don’t know who to pick.”
jake is quick to reach your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into him, “that’s okay, angel. we know we just told you a lot of shit; you can take your time.”
“right, you don’t have to pick right now,” jay tells you, sunghoon nodding in agreement.
“but i don’t know how i can pick just one,” you confess, keeping your face tucked into jake’s chest, feeling comfort there as you express something that has been on your mind from the start. it was a thought that gave you so much stress that you never allowed yourself to think about it thoroughly. that you have fallen for all of them with your weak heart.
you miss how the three boys look at each other with your confession. their eyes flash with understanding, and jay is moving to stand on the other side of you.
“how about we get another chance?” jay asks, one of his hands resting on the table while the other is on your lower back.
“what do you mean?” you pull your face away from jake’s chest and look at jay.
“another chance to prove to you that we’re the one you should pick,” sunghoon chimes in, standing from his own chair and making his way over.
“only if you want to, of course,” jake says into your ear, pressing a kiss into your hair as he speaks, “i’ll show you that i’m the best, remember?” you smile at jake’s teasing words.
“let us show you how good we can make you feel,” jay’s voice is lower from the other side of your head. his eyes are dark when you look at him again, his smirk matching sunghoon’s, who’s stood behind him, arm wrapped around jay’s shoulder.
“what do you say, angel?” jake asks, nosing your hair.
“one more chance?” sunghoon asks, his eyes dark and playful when he asks.
you smile at him genuinely, “one more chance.”
jake is the first to reach in and kiss you. your lips are meeting again like they did last night. it’s a rough kiss, jake licking his tongue over your bottom lip, begging to be let in. before you can jay is turning your head away from jake’s, pressing a kiss onto your mouth that you longed for every day. it’s been weeks since you’ve even seen jay, craving him at every hour, wanting to feel his mouth on your body again. he’s kissing with so much hunger that you barely hear jake chuckling and sunghoon moving closer to you. sunghoon pulls jay away, his thumb brushing against your chin sweetly before his lips meet yours harshly.
there’s something that feels so dirty kissing three guys in two minutes. but it turns you on to no extent. the feeling of all of their lips on yours, lust seeping through with their tongues.
“let’s go to my bedroom,” jake speaks out hoarsely. his eyes are dark when you look at him despite the golden grin that spreads on his face when he looks at you.
the four of you are in jake’s bedroom quicker than ever before. you were thrown onto his bed, your back hitting the mattress with a huff coming out of you. looking up at the three of them standing around you, licking their lips as they thought about their next moves. a smile spread across your lips when you reach up and squeeze your breasts together over your shirt, whining when your palms rub against your nipples.
“fuck,” jay lets out, “let me go first again.” before the other boys can even contemplate it, jay is over you, lifting your shirt over your head. you hear the three of them groan when they realize you’re not wearing a bra underneath. your pretty tits are already on display for them with your hardened nipples. his lips are fighting with yours for dominance, which you gladly give him.
you let yourself melt into his touch again, missing how jay can make you feel. there had been so many times when you let your mind wander back to the events that had taken place in his bedroom together.
like clockwork, jake and sunghoon had settled into their own positions. jake was sitting on the bed beside you guys, watching as the two of you made out on his bed. and sunghoon had sat down in jake’s chair by the window, shirt off and abs on display for you to drool over. his pale skin was already flush from being so turned on.
“want your shirts off, too,” you whine out to jay and jake. they gave each other a look before they did as you commanded. their soft skin is undoubtedly welcomed by your eyes as you scan their familiar cores.
you whimpered out when jay’s hand reached out and played with your nipple, your hips wanting to leave the bed to grind up into his for some friction. his hands were the softest of the three of them as they trailed down your body.
“you’ll be a good girl for us, right y/n?” jay asks, his eyes hooded as he looks down at you. the nickname he had given you added more fuel to the burning fire in your core. the nickname that you had hoped to hear from him again.
“yes, jay,” you tell him, eyes wide as you look up at him and the other two. jake’s hand is cupping his hard cock over his sweatpants, squeezing it to let off some pressure as he watches you submit to jay so easily.
your hand quickly tangled itself into jay’s hair when he leaned down to press another deep kiss onto your lips. You felt a hand play with the button of your pants, pulling away from jay to see jake’s singular hand start to take off your jeans. jay caught on and stood again to remove the denim down your legs and land on jake’s floor. jay feels his cock twitch in his pants when he sees you’re wearing the same red panties you wore the last time he fucked you.
“god, y/n, you know what red does to me,” he lets out, his fingers tracinggently trace the hem of the panties, teasing both of you. you let out a little giggle in response, knowing now that it’s his favourite colour.
“leave her panties on,” sunghoon’s voice speaks from the other side of the room. the three of you on the bed look at the co-captain, you have to bite back a moan at the sight of him sitting relaxed in the chair, his slender hand shoved into his sweatpants hidden, but all of you know that he’s tugging on his hard cock from his movements.
“oh, so you do have a kink for fucking with clothes on,” you speak, raising your eyebrow. jake and jay stifle a laugh as sunghoon only smirks in response.
“how the fuck do you know that?” he asks, his hand not stopping pulling and squeezing his cock as he openly scans your bare body.
“i told you,” you shake your head against the mattress, “i’ve heard things about you.”
you can’t say anymore since you feel jay’s fingers start to move your panties to the side and spread your pussy lips. your core is swollen and wet. your clit is enlarged and throbbing, begging any of them to touch it. jay ran his index finger up your slit, gathering your juices. all three of the men catch the way your pussy clenches, practically begging jay to slip his finger inside.
“do you want my fingers, y/n?” he asks you, his finger circling your clit. you nod your head as an answer, lips pulled in a pout, “use your words.”
“yes, jay, i want your fingers, need them so bad,” you tell him, needing some relief from the pressure building up in your core.
“good girl.” jay says, leaning down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth as he slips two of his fingers in.
jay’s fingers are quick to get to work, remembering where your g spot is and knowing how to make you feel good. his mouth is trailing your core, switching between sucking bruises into your skin and simply pecking it. one of your hands was threading through his hair, wanting to keep jay close to you, while the other one was latched onto jake’s blanket.
jake had somehow slipped his sweats off without you noticing. his long, hard dick in his hand as he leaned back on his elbows and watched jay finger you. every single one of your moans went straight to their dicks, loving the thought of how good you were feeling.
you liked knowing that the three of them were watching you, wanting to pleasure and hear you. you felt safe with all of them and powerful. you had three beautiful guys at the tips of your fingers, and you knew there would be some pleasure tonight.
jay curves his finger upwards, rubbing it against the rough patch of your gspot. his thumb is rubbing hard circles on your clit, wanting to warm you up as fast as possible so you could get started. you kept your eyes on jay, crying out his name everytime he fucked his fingers into you harder. you knew that jay liked it hard and fast, and you hoped that you would be able to keep up with for the rest of the night, knowing how good he could make you feel.
“i wanna cum, please, jay,” you whine out, your hips moving to reach his fingers’ thrusts. you see jay turn and make eye contact with sunghoon in the corner, a stern expression on his face as he watches you.
“think she can cum, hoon?” jay asks him, “think she’s been a good girl so far?”
sunghoon smirks when he meets your begging eyes; he can tell just how badly you want to cum. “only if you keep your eyes open when you cum, princess.” your eyes widen at his request, and you ignore the dark chuckles jay and jake let out at sunghoon’s request. all three of them know how hard it is for you to cum with your eyes open, the pleasure too consuming for them to not roll to the back of your head. “think you can do that, y/n?”
“y-yes, sir,” you nod your head, your hand gripping onto jake’s blanket harder now as you can feel yourself letting go for your first orgasm of the night.
“then cum.” sunghoon demands.
throughout your orgasm, you were silent, balancing your focus on keeping your eyes open and the pleasure. your body tensed as you came, your eyes never leaving jay’s as he gave you your first orgasm of the night.
“that’s a good girl, cum all over my fingers,” he spoke, his thumb pressing harder into your clit to draw out your orgasm even longer.
when you fully came down from your orgasm, jay kissed your neck as you did; jake pushed jay to the side, his hands running down your legs to calm them. jake groaned at the sight of how jay had left in between your thighs. your juices spread everywhere, your panties crinkled to the side and soaked.
“fuck angel, you’re all messy,” jake said; you let out a whimper at the feeling of his fingers spreading your folds open, the cold air sensitive to your warm pussy, “you know sunghoon likes that.” jake turned to look over his shoulder to the said co captain, a smirk on sunghoon’s face at the statement. jay let out a snort, laughing to himself from the other side of you, laying on his side with his face close to yours.
“yeah, so make her as messy as possible, jake.” sunghoon calls out, raising his eyebrow as if to challenge jake.
jake smirks, turning his attention back to you, “you know i missed the taste of you on my tongue as soon as i left last night,” his words are muffled as his lips press into your neck, planting kisses where jay just had.
“i missed your taste, too- wish i could’ve had your cock in my mouth.” you pout at him, feeling his cock start to grind into your core at your words.
jake lets out an airy laugh as he looks at jay beside you, “soon, angel, i want you on my tongue first.” jake pulls you to the end of the bed, wrapping your thighs around his neck to draw you close to him.
jake wasted no time slipping his tongue between your wet, cum filled folds. he hums at your taste, making obscure slurping noises in between. you felt like you cum again so quickly when you saw your childhood best friend in between your thighs. his eyes were closed, thoroughly enjoying this moment he had with you.
jake was indeed fulfilling sunghoon’s request of making you messier. you could feel the cool breeze hitting your skin where jake and dribbled his spit and your juices. the only warmth on your core was from jake’s body, which made you tighten your thighs’ grip on his neck.
beside you, jay let out soft groans as he watched the sight before him. his hand had travelled down under his pants, cupping and squeezing his own cock. he winked at you when he saw you looking at him, your mouth pulled open from the pleasure of jake’s mouth. jay’s free hand reached out and gave a hard squeeze to your nipples, making you arch your back further into his hands.
“fuck, angel, taste so good on my tongue-” jake moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of his voice adding more to the pleasures on your clit, “could eat you out for hours.” you whimper at his words, your free hand reaching for his hair, wanting to pull him closer into you.
“i think she wants to cum,” jay speaks out with a slight laugh.
you turn your head to the side to look at him, “please, please let me cum.” you watch jay’s vision travel to sunghoon on the other side of the room. you follow and look at the dominant boy in the chair; he had taken off his sweatpants but still remained in his black boxers. “please, hoon- i need to cum so bad.”
sunghoon hums; you catch the way his stomach inhales sharply as he squeezes his dick hard in his underwear, “you can cum- but you need to keep your eyes open, princess, remember.” you nod your head quickly at him, eyebrows pulling together as you feel your body start to give into all the pleasure you were feeling.
jake’s tongue and jay’s travelling hands don’t stop until you have to physically push them away from the pleasure. your high took over you quickly, your cries loud as you try to keep your eyes open, staring right into jake’s eyes as his tongue slips so easily between your folds. jake’s so eager to taste more of your cum, spreading your thighs open to reach even deeper as you came.
“good girl,” jay reached over and pressed a kiss to your temple. jake’s hands were soothing your shaking thighs, pressing kisses into all the skin he could reach.
“she did so well,” jake speaks, “right, hoon?”
your eyes are closed now that your orgasm is through, so you can’t see that sunghoon has made his way over to the bed, standing above the three of you.
“she did,” sunghoon voice is the lowest you’ve ever heard and it makes you whimper when you open your eyes to see him staring right at you. “i think she’s eager for some cock now, right princess?”
“yes! please, i need your cock, sir.” you tell him with a pout and he’s right, eager.
sunghoon lets out a dark chuckle as he smirks at your response. his hand reaches out, trails along your bottom lip for you to open your mouth, which he then easily slips his thumb in. you suck harshly on his thumb, circling your tongue around the digit, “such a cockslut- and just for us, right?” you nod, keeping his thumb in your mouth until he pulls it back. “jay, lay on your back.”
jay immediately does as sunghoon says, moving into the position as he slips off his boxer.
“now, princess,” sunghoon returns his attention back to you, “want you to sit on top of jay.” you do as he says, moving into the position to have jay under you. you feel sunghoon’s hand grab your hips, ripping down your soaked red panties as you move. he gives you a harsh smack on your ass with his hand, making you cry out his name.
“i knew you had something for asses,” you smirk out of breath, having been told that sunghoon park is an ass guy one thousand times before.
suddenly, there’s a hand wrapped around your neck from behind, a warm presence pressed against your back. you’re instantly aware that it’s sunghoon from his cologne and deep voice. “keep teasing me like this and you won’t be getting any cock, whore.” his lips brush against the cusp of your ear as he speaks, “understand?”
“yes, sir,” you respond weakly to his threat. sunghoon lets go over your throat, leaving you heaving from the surprise force and from how turned on you are.
jay and you both groan when you feel yourself drip onto his cock underneath you, and your juices have nowhere else to fall beside his cock.
“c’mon, baby, need you on my cock now,” jay urges you, grabbing your waist to help lift you onto your knees. you grab hold of his dick, “wait,” he stops you, “no condom?” at the mention of a condom you turn to look at jake and shrug, “no it’s okay.”
“did you guys not use a condom?” jay asks, looking between you and jake, to which you both shake your heads no. you’re oblivious to the cocky smirk on jake’s face at the knowledge that he’s the only one who got to fuck you raw.
you hear a shaky huff from behind you, warm hands meeting your waist again and you know it’s sunghoon, “fuck, just put her on your cock already.”
jay lifts you up again, and you take hold of his girth, sliding it through your juices before you slowly start to sink down onto his hard cock. the stretch feels amazing from how turned on you are from your previous orgasms.
“fuck, baby- you’re so fucking wet.” jay groans out, fingers tightening into your waist as he tries to refrain from bucking up into you. you whimper in response, fighting the urge to grind your clit down onto his pelvis.
“jake, sit by jay’s head, yeah?” sunghoon speaks, pressing kisses into your shoulder blade. jake obeys, laying on an angle so his hips are beside jay’s head. his tan skin on display for you, and his hard cock is dripping with precum.
the sight of his cock makes your mouth water, and before you realize you’re speaking out to him, “jake, i want your dick in my mouth- wanna taste you like I said i did.” jake lets out a groan at your words, his hand covering his mouth as he imagines what you’d look like with his cock in your mouth.
“baby, i want that, too.” jake tells you, his eyes shifting to sunghoon behind him. you feel sunghoon smirk against your skin before he speaks.
“go ahead baby, make them both feel good.”
you lean over jay’s chest, his cock instantly shifting to hit your g spot. jake’s cock was right at your face now, the veins protruding from how long he had been teasing himself.
“stick your tongue out,” jake demanded, hitting his cock on your pink tongue when you did. you could taste drops of his precum, the salty taste making you excited for the rest of it. when he let you finally put your mouth around his tip, your tongue didn’t hesitate to circle it. both of you moaned when your lips covered it, the warmth from your mouth making jake lose his control so quickly.
when jay had figured you were comfortable with jake’s dick in your mouth, he started to thrust his dick up into you. you moan out against jake’s dick, eyes already closing with pleasure.
“keep your eyes open angel, don’t want hoon to punish you, understand?” jake cooed at you, putting your hair in a makeshift ponytail with his hand. you continued to suck jake’s dick, taking it slowly farther into your throat.
a sudden slap on your ass made you jerk off of jake’s dick, jay’s pounding into your pussy not stopping- only starting a quick pace.
“jake asked if you understood, y/n.” sunghoon’s voice rang out deep, his hand rubbing the spot he had just spanked.
“i understand, jake.” you look up at jake, his eyes soft as they meet yours. “i’ll keep my eyes open, sir.” you glance back a sunghoon, who leans down and kisses your lower back in response.
you quickly latch yourself onto jake’s dick again, trying your hardest to suck him good as jay continuously pounds into you. jay’s fingers had slid their way between your bodies, rubbing your sensitive clit as his pace didn’t falter.
“fuck, y/n- you gonna cum?- feel how wet you’re getting.” jay struggles through his teeth.
you slip off of jake’s dick, your hands tugging at his balls as you speak, “y-yes, jay. feels so good.”
you continued to jerk jake’s cock, and it glided effortlessly in your palm with all your saliva. “f-fuck, don’t stop angel.” jake moans out, his own eyes struggling to remain open as his climax approaches.
the sounds of jake getting closer to his high made jay fuck into you faster, wanting both of you to cum simultaneously. “fuck, jay- oh my god.”
your breath was becoming ragged from not being able to catch your breath properly; the pleasure was too mind consuming to even think about trying to fix your breathing. you had three beautiful boys around you, all wanting to see you cum. you had jake at the palms of your hands, ready to cum whenever you were.
you could hear sunghoon’s slick hand jerking his cock off behind you. you so badly wanted to turn around and watch him get off at the sight of you pleasuring his friends, but jake kept your neck still as he gripped your hair.
as soon as you felt sunghoon’s fingers touch your clit from behind, you knew you were done for. jay’s groans got louder the tighter you squeezed him. the pleasure was getting to the brink and you could feel yourself tipping over. you wanted jake to cum with you, so you started squeezing his cock tighter, your thumb sliding across the slit.
“fuck, baby!” jay groaned out, his dick was having a hard time fucking into you at this point, your warm walls sucking him in.
“can i cum? p-please can i cum?” you cry out, sunghoon’s fast pace on your sensitive clit throwing you over the edge.
you felt sunghoon’s hands replace jake’s, shoving the side of your face on jay’s upper arm and jake’s thigh, “look at me when you cum.” sunghoon demanded, your eyes struggled to look up at him with his grip, but you came when you heard jake moan your name.
jake’s cock was twitching in your palm throughout the entire time your high took over your body. you cried out all three of their names, struggling to keep your eyes on sunghoon.
you felt jake’s warm cum dribble down your hand as your body was becoming sensitive from all the intrusions. jay’s pace was slowing down as your high was finishing. jake was groaning out your name until he had to push your hand off his cock- too overstimulated from your mouth and hands.
“fuck, you’re such a good girl,” jay complimented, hand running through your hair as sunghoon rubbed your back. you mumble a thank you into his arm, your hand still resting on jake’s thigh.
sunghoon reached over you and scooped up the remnants of jake’s cum off his cock. jake squirmed, still trying to catch his own breath. the three of you were shocked that sunghoon didn’t seem fazed at all to touch jake’s dick. and it only fueled all of your inner fires more. jake bit his lip as he watched sunghoon’s hand filled with his cum lead towards your mouth. without even thinking you opened your mouth, desperate to taste jake’s cum. it was warm and salty on your tongue, and you hummed at the taste around sunghoon’s fingers.
“fuck,” jake groaned out into his bedroom, the sight too much for his sensitive cock to twitch.
you felt jay’s cock stir inside of you, realizing that jay was also turned on at the sight of you slurping jake’s cum off of the co captain’s fingers. you lazily smiled at jake, happy that you could make him feel so good.
“sit up again, princess,” sunghoon cooed, holding onto your shoulder from behind you. “let me see your hand.” sunghoon grabbed the hand you had used to jerk off jake, still covered in his cum, and lead it towards your clit. “use jake’s cum as a lubricant.” you immediately start to rub your clit with jake’s cum. instinctively your hips begin to move back and forth, grinding on jay’s cock.
jay lets out a curse, throwing his head back into jake’s pillows. jay’s cheeks are blushed, sweat is covering his hairline as you continue to fuck him, making more of a mess where your bodies meet by adding jake’s cum.
as you continue, sunghoon reaches around your body, telling you. Jay, and then jake to spit into his hand- he finishes it by adding his spit into the mix. he pushes your body forward, so your entire chest is against jays. your hips stop moving as jay and you feel sunghoon dribble the mixture of spit onto jay’s cock and your pussy. it’s warm and it makes you and jay groan out at the feeling.
with his wet hand, sunghoon jerks off his cock, keeping his other hand on your lower back so you don’t move.
“fuck, that’s so hot.” jake lets out, still in his spot at jay’s head. sunghoon chuckles at jake’s compliment with a shake of his head.
“gotta make sure it’s all wet so i can slide right in,” he explains his action.
you groan at the thought of what is about to happen; both jay and sunghoon’s cocks filling you up as jake watches. you would’ve never thought you’d be in this position, but you are so glad you are.
sunghoon leans forward, harshly spitting right onto where jay’s cock fits into your pussy- almost sliding out at this point.
“jake, rub her clit for her,” sunghoon tells the brown haired boy, and jake jumps at the opportunity. jake’s circles start slow, knowing how sensitive it must be; to which you’re thankful for. you brace yourself for what you’re about to feel, trying to focus on jake’s touch. “you okay, y/n?” sunghoon’s voice is serious as he whispers into your ear.
“yeah, i’m good,” you tell him truthfully, “just don’t know how it’ll feel.”
sunghoon presses a kiss below your ear, not minding the sweat that has collected there, “you’ll know we’ll stop if you tell us to.”
“if it hurts, if you’re uncomfortable or if you just don’t want to do it, tell us.” jay adds from below you, swirling his thumb into circles on your hip.
“we’ll do anything you want- we care about you and want you to feel good, that’s all.” jake finishes for them. you smile gratefully at the three of them, trusting them more than anyone in the moment and tell them to continue.
sunghoon presses one final kiss onto your neck before he places his hand on your lower back again, keeping you against jay, “i’ll go slow, alright princess?” you nod your head against jay’s chest, eyes keeping with jake’s sweet ones.
sunghoon began to push into you slowly, just like he said he would. you could feel the intrusion start and you squeezed your eyes shut, worried about the pain that may come with it.
“breathe, y/n.” jay spoke to you softly, “the more you tighten the more it’ll hurt.” you take deep breaths, feeling yourself relax into jake touch as he begins rubbing soft circles on your clit again, trying to distract you. you reach out your hand and place it on jake’s cheek, unable to speak of the gratefulness you were feeling. jake immediately leans into your touch, quickly kissing your palm before replacing his cheek.
jake and jay were almost able to completely distract you from sunghoon’s cock pushing itself into you- becoming more aware when the hard tip had bulged its way into you.
“holy shit,” you let out, pressing your forehead into jay’s chest.
“are you okay?” jay asked, brushing his hand through your hair.
“yes, keep going, hoon,” you tell sunghoon. he presses a kiss to your shoulder, careful not to move his hips as he leans forward.
though you had been prepped with fingers, a tongue, a dick and lots and lots of cum and spit- the squeeze of sunghoon’s dick was still forceful. you were thankful that there were three of them there to support you because you’re sure you would’ve lost your mind.
when sunghoon had finally, bottom out inside of you, all three of you groaned as jake chuckled to himself at the contemporaneous sound. you cried out when jay had shifted his hips underneath you.
“does it feel good, angel?” jake asked you softly, stopping his motions on your clit for a moment.
you hum as confirmation, “you guys can move- slow though.”
“of course, baby.” jay smiled up at you, nodding at sunghoon over your shoulder.
both of them started to rock their hips back and forth. they started at the same rhythm and pace; slow, deep movements to not hurt you further. the sensation was something you had honestly never felt before. it made you feel weak at the knees as the pleasure started to consume your body. jake didn’t stop rubbing circles into your clit, kissing your arm and neck as the two others fucked into you.
“feel, so full,” you slur out to them, your eyes blinking back the sudden tears that were about to fall from the pleasure taking over your body.
“you feel so good, princess- could fuck you all day like this.” sunghoon groans out, his hands tightening on your hips as jay and him speed up their paces.
the two boys’ thrusts changed paces the more they got into their own rhythms- chasing their own highs. you felt so dirty as the two of them practically used your body to get off. while jay was deep inside of you, sunghoon was pulling out; while sunghoon was reaching your gspot, jay was pulled out and waiting to shove back.
there was constant pressure on your gspot and clit- and you quickly lost yourself in the pleasure. and jake’s room had turned into a room made of wet noises coming from your pussy, dirty praises and moans of each other’s names quickly.
you could feel your orgasm approaching, and your hips started to thrust back and forth, meeting their thrust everytime. their grunts immediately resonated in your ears. the heat between the four of your bodies was consuming as the three of you worked to reach an orgasm.
“oh, fuck!” sunghoon let out suddenly, his own eyes closing, raising one of his hands so he could bite down on his finger to keep quiet.
“fuck, you’re close right, baby?” jay asks out of breath, “you always get so fuckin’ wet when you’re about to cum.”
you hum, nodding your head with your eyes close, you feel jake’s other hand reach your nipples between jays and your bodies, squeezing them and making your back arch into his touch.
a slap on your ass suddenly rang out, making you cry out into jake’s bedroom- the room you had slept over so many times before throughout your childhood. sunghoon was gripping the skin he had just smacked, loving how your ass was turning pink from the spanking he’s given you throughout the hour.
“fuck, do that again, hoon- she squeezes so tight when you do.” jay encourages his friend, needing to feel your warm walls right around him more.
“please, sir,” you whine out to him, “i love it when you- you smack my ass.”
“oh god,” jake shakes his head, not believing what he’s living through right now, “you’re so hot,” he tells everybody that can hear him.
sunghoon lands both of his hands on your ass, gripping the red skin with all of his force, loving the way you squeeze his dick harder and squeal his name.
“i’m gonna cum!” you suddenly cry out, the coil in your stomach snapping so unexpectedly, “pl- please, let me cum, please!”
jay wraps his hand around your throat, blocking some of the oxygen that flows to your head. you love how his hand seems to fit around your neck naturally. your eyes roll to the back of your head, the pressure and attention all over your body becoming too much.
jake’s warm hands cup your cheeks, making your eyes hooded as you look into the warm brown ones you love so much, “keep your eyes open, angel- want you to look at me when you cum- wanna see how good they’re making you feel.”
“oh god jake!” you cry out, if his hands weren’t holding your face up you’d have been face planted into jay’s chest already. “they feel so good- you all make me feel so good.”
“ugh, fuck.” jay is the first to lose it when your walls tighten around them one more time- your orgasm hitting you at the same time as him. you’re both shaking as jay stills inside you, his warm cum spurting inside your walls. sunghoon continues to fuck into you, his cock brushing against jay’s in a way that overstimulates you two so well.
your body rests entirely on jay’s body now, feeling his chest rise up and down quickly as he tries to catch his breath through the overstimulation. you can feel jake pressing and kissing into your sweaty skin, but your focusing on sunghoon’s dick still fucking in and out of you- using your body to get himself to cum.
you hear sunghoon chuckle breathlessly behind you and you manage to turn your head to look at him, “you’re so wet i just keep slipping out.” you feel him shove his cock all the way into you again, not even realizing that he had slipped out due to jay’s cock still stretching you out.
it only took sunghoon a few more thrusts until he’s cumming inside of you, his warm cum covering your walls and jay’s cock- mixing with cum and spit. you hear jay and jake mumbling praises to you over sunghoon’s heavy breathing.
“you’re such a good girl,” jay mumbles.
“did so well for us,” jake pushes your hair back off your sweaty forehead so you could look at him. Through the lust in his eyes, you can see adoration and care.
sunghoon presses more kisses into your back as he slowly pulls out of you. jay follows and pulls out a slow pace. it leaves your pussy feeling open and gapping as their cum trickles out. it’s all over your pussy and thighs as it lands on jake’s bed in a puddle.
“fuck,” sunghoon shakes his head, holding your ass cheeks apart so they could all see the image of their cum dripping out of you. “so fucking hot, princess.” you feel your body squirm as it adjusts to the stretch your pussy just went through.
jake’s room went almost silent as you all caught your breaths. you felt sunghoon shift so he was laying down horizontal at the bottom of the bed on his back.
“are you okay?” jake asks you sweetly, the other boys listening to your answer.
“yeah- i’m really good.” you smile at him from jay’s chest. your eyes travel down jake’s tan body, stopping when you see how red and hard his cock is. instinctively your hand reaches out to grab it, wanting to relieve him.
“no, no,” jake removes your hand, “it’s okay- you just went through a lot and-,”
“but i want your cock in me too, jake.” you pout at him.
jesus christ,” jay groans with a smirk, realizing that the show was not over.
“are you sure, y/n?” jake asks you with all seriousness.
you nod at him, trailing your hand down his abs, “please jake, i need you.”
jay helps you roll onto your back, so your head is where jay’s used to be. jake didn’t waste any time wrapping his hands around your breasts, playing with your hardened and red nipples. he leans down and presses his lips into yours- and they don’t detach when he slips his cock so quickly into you. he bottoms out, perfectly hitting your g spot, making you grip harshly onto his upper arms.
“fuck, you’re so tight, angel,” jake groans as he slowly pounds into you.
“our baby just wants cock so bad, isn’t that right princess?” sunghoon says from beside you suddenly; you didn’t even feel him shift on the bed to lay so close to you.
“fuck,” jake groans out, slipping his head inbetween your shoulder and neck, biting down on the skin there, “she just got even tighter, bro.”
sunghoon smirks at you over jake’s shoulder, knowing you liked it when he called you all of theirs.
you feel jay’s hand slip down and start to play with your clit softly as jake continues gently pounding into you. jake was being delicate with you, knowing that your body would soon give out when the adrenaline stops. jake feels your walls tighten around him again at jay’s movements, causing him to grunt out to you.
“fuck, y/n- i’m gonna cum.”
“do it jake, please- i wanna be filled up with your cum so bad.” you whine to him, your hands trailing from his arms to his neck, pulling his lips onto yours as he cums. his moans are silenced by your lips and his hips are stuttering from his release. you can instantly feel his cum join the rest of the mess between your thighs.
jake pecks your lips once before he wholly pulls away from you, sitting back on his knees and slowly pulling out of you to see his cum dribbling out of you, landing on his bed, his cock and all over your swollen lips.
“fuck,” someone groans at the sight, your eyes were slowly starting to close so you couldn’t see who it was but you’d guess sunghoon from the deepness.
you still had an ache in your core from jake and jay slowly getting you off. you aren’t sure who pulled your legs open first, because when you opened your eyes all three boys were gathered there, keeping your thighs for closing.
“we need to clean up our mess now, princess.” sunghoon told you with a smirk, making your clit pound abruptly.
your eyes instantly rolled to the back of your head when sunghoon delved into your pussy, his tongue lapping up the cum that trailed its way through your slit.
then, jake was sucking your juices that had fallen to your thighs, making obscure slurping noises as he pecked, licked and bite the sensitive skin of your thighs.
jay kept one of his hands on your thighs, pushing it back against the bed; giving enough room to jake and sunghoon, and he latched his mouth onto your nipple.
you instantly cried out, your moan mixed with a curse as the pleasure was amped up again. you fought the urge to shut your eyes, wanting to see the scene portrayed between your legs.
“want you to be a good girl for us and cum one more time,” jay mumbled, sucking your nipple into his mouth before he continued again, “think you can do that?”
“y-yes, please- wanna be a good girl.”
“fuck- you really taste so sweet princess.” sunghoon moans into your pussy.
“shit, let me taste some, hoon.” jake groans, staring right at your pussy as sunghoon inches to the side, keeping his tongue on your folds as jake delved in. jake sucked your clit into his mouth, slurping it and filling his bedroom with more sinful noises for the night.
jay’s fingers played with your nipples as he pressed his lips into your briefly- they tasted sweet and were slightly chapped from the activities you’ve been doing. you cry out into his mouth when you feel fingers slip inside you. you look down at your legs; sunghoons mouth is over your clit now, nipping onto the sensitive bud as jake has slipped three of his fingers inside of you and were fucking into your gspot at full force.
your entire body was being shoved up the bed from how hard jake was fucking his fingers into you.
“fuck,” jay groans out at the sight, keeping one of his hands on your nipples as he delves down and meets his lips with your pussy.
all three men where in between your legs, moaning into your skin as they tasted you and fucked you. none of the boys seemed to mind that their tongues were touching each other’s or their fingers, which made the coil in your stomach start to burst again.
“g-gonna cum,” you manage to get out to them.
you hear jake chuckle, “i know, baby- you always start to cream before you cum- can feel it on my fingers.”
“be a good girl and cum for us.” jay lets out, his lips mumbling against your pussy.
“wanna taste how sweet you are, princess.” sunghoon speaks, his hand reaching out to interlock with yours for support.
“you can do it, angel.” jake encourages you to let lose.
your eyes remained wide as you came, knowing that they all liked it when you kept eye contact with them when you reach your high. all of them slowed down at the same time, jake slowly pulling his fingers out of you- sunghoon grabbed jake’s hand to bring it to his lips. you let out a whimper when you see sunghoon groan against jake’s fingers- sucking all of your cum off of his friend’s digits.
jay was the first one to stand off the bed- leaving the room and heading to the bathroom. you could hear the tap running from down the hall since he kept the door open.
sunghoon was next to stand, wanting to gather everyone’s proper clothes. and jake followed him, standing to approach you, laying down beside you, pulling your head onto his chest and moving your sweaty hair off your face.
“you good, y/n?” he asks for the millionth time tonight, making you smile every time. jake will always care about you- always put your well being first. you’ve been friends for years and have always taken care of each other- even if it was from afar.
jay returns with a wet cloth, “spread your legs again for me, baby.” you do, with help from jake and jay, and the wet cloth meets your starting-to-get-sore pussy as jay cleans up the mess that you all have made. when he figures that he’s done a good enough job he passes it to sunghoon for him to clean himself off.
jake had stood up while jay was cleaning you, mumbling something about getting a clean fresh of sheets since you had apparently ruined them.
your eyes had started to close when jay was cleaning you- the warm cloth lulling you to sleep. your mind and body was so tired that you could care less when you felt someone lift you out of bed and take you on a short walk somewhere.
when you were halted, you could immediately tell that you were with sunghoon- his oaky musky smell that you loved so much was taking over your senses before you even realized it. you passed out in his arms entirely as he sat in the same chair he did in the beginning of the night as jake and jay changed the sheets and blankets.
you aren’t sure how long you were asleep for, but when you wake up you’re in jake’s bed; jake is lying on your right, sunghoon on your left and jay is laying his head on your chest- his body in the middle of yours and sunghoon’s bodies. you’re thankful that you have clothes on- the shirt you have on definitely belongs to jake.
“hi,” the shirt’s owner says when he sees your eyes fluttering open.
“hi,” your voice is hoarse when you speak, making Jake pout in concern.
‘how’re you feeling?” sunghoon asks from the other side of you.
“tired.”
“sore?” jake asks you, nuzzling his nose into your shoulder.
“not yet.”
the four of you fall back into a comfortable silence. your hand is trailing in jay’s hair. jake’s breathing is slowly falling into a steady pace in your ear and sunghoon keeps playfully biting your shoulder. it feels so right to be with the three of them again- that the four of you being together makes it complete. you think that if just one of you wasn’t here right now, the feeling would be off- you wouldn’t be as happy as you are now.
you think back to freshman year when you had first hung out with them. how it fell into a naturally comfortable pace quickly after meeting each other. you compare it to how it feels to be with them now; how there’s no secret worries of judgment or insecurities– well, almost none.
“so y/n, do you know who won the bet?” jay asks sleepily- you thought he fell asleep way before you woke up.
you let out a sigh at the topic you had almost forgotten about. the topic that you had wanted to forget about. “no- this thing we just did, didn’t help me at all.”
you hear Jake sigh at your answer, his face not moving from the crook of your neck. sunghoon’s hand grabbed a hold onto yours like before, interlocking it over top your chest.
“it really only confirmed what i’ve been thinking this entire time.” you continue on.
“what do you mean, princess?” sunghoon asks, hand squeezing your own.
you let out a great sigh, trying to prepare yourself to speak something you had only ever thought before- something that you’ve been trying to sink down into the pits of your mind and never think of again. but after all this- it’d be hard to continue.
at your sigh and hesitation, jay turns his head from laying on your stomach sideways to looking at your face. you can tell that he’s exhausted, but he’s giving you his full attention. “this entire time, i’ve been thinking how wrong it was for me to have sex with the three of you in such a short time. how I can’t want all of you all of the time- but, i do. and i don’t think i could continue to live without all of you.”
“what’re you saying, y/n?” jay asks, confused, glancing at his friends on either side of your shoulders.
jake plants a kiss on your shoulder for support, seeing you struggle to get your words out, “that i want to be with all of you- that you’re all winners because i love all of you, equally.”
sunghoon’s the first one to grab your face, meshing your lips together to kiss him messily, “oh god, y/n.”
jay sits up better between yours and sunghoon’s bodies, taking your hand in his hair and pecking it over and over, “we love you, too.”
jake speaks in your ear next, “you’re all we’ve ever wanted.”
“really, guys?” you ask them, happiness building up in your chest.
“yes, really.” jake rolls his eyes, his hand landing on your head to mess up your hair. “like jay said- we love you.”
“we always have, y/n.” sunghoon says with a smile, a light in his eyes that you have never seen before and it surprises you.
all this time you thought they would have judged you for falling in love with more than one of them. get frustrated with you for not picking only one of them to date. but it just felt so right to be with all of them. they all gave you something that no one else ever could.
“plus, i guess i love hoon and jake, too.” jay mumbles, suddenly avoiding all of your eyes.
“aww,” jake lets out a teasing tone, “we love you too, jay! right, hoon?”
the three of you turn to look at sunghoon who is obviously trying to avoid smiling, but the twinge of pink growing on his cheeks gives his true thoughts away, “yeah, whatever.”
all of you laugh and settle back into your previous positions; the boys lie with you, surrounding you peacefully. your hand falls into jay’s hair naturally, loving how soft it always felt between your fingers. sunghoon’s oaky smell taking over your senses and lulling you to sleep with jake’s steady breathing.
“but, i do think there should be some sort of winner to our bet,” jay explains suddenly, his voice muffled as he keeps his face meshed against your stomach.
“how?” sunghoon asks curiously.
“like,” jay ponders for a second, “who fucked her the best.” the hand in his hair slaps his head. “hey!”
“well, that’s not fair because you’ve both fucked her more than once when i haven’t.” sunghoon complains.
you sigh and settle into the pillow underneath your head, “there’s plenty of time for more rounds, hoon- just, not tonight.”
your eyes shut so you miss the way sunghoon genuinely smiles at your character, “of course, princess.”
“so,” jake lets out after a moment of silence, stirring you all from sleep again, “bet part two?”
You groan as jay and sunghoon stifle their laughs, not wanting to piss you off more, especially since you were so sleep deprived.
but, the three of them shared a look that told each other that bet part two was so on.
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𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Books, fanfictions, TV shows and games took your excitement about real life away. Nothing has your heart beating fast, everything is pretty much the same and dull to you. Nobody could pull you out of your void of fantasy for a long time. Still, your best friend decides to try one last time. She does succeed, but not in the way she meant.
𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: This was triggered by one (1) video of Seonghwa.
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Buried into your books and the void of the fantasy world, you had little to no excitement left in your body for the real life events. They lacked... something. Everything was awkward, miscalculated, weird and stiff. In books, the world was so fluid. Tension, passion, strong emotions like love and hate were on almost all pages. It filled your empty memories and fantasies just right. You now wished to drop out of college, buy a castle, run into a mysterious higher vampire and be the reason he exists as a good person now. Or maybe succeed in going through the wall and ending up on Platform 9¾, preferably face first into Cedric Diggory's chest.
Erotica isn't foreign to you either. They say the dirtiest ones are usually the virgins. And they weren't wrong. The amount of frustration trapped in you did you no good. You used to wonder how your male friends could do it so often, but once you got a taste of that side, you understood better than anyone. Countless nights of your fingers working on all your sensitive buds had you only wishing for more, even after release. It just wasn't enough. You hoped for a miracle every single time. You hoped that one of the men from your fantasies would appear in your room and satisfy you just how you wanted. Wouldn't it be just perfect if Henry Cavill appeared in the room? Preferably in his Witcher costume? If not him, then Lee Dong Wook would do equally good.
You drop your book on the bed. Your eyes skimmed over words, but you didn't pay attention to a single thing that was written. You decide to take a break from reading. Maybe you could even drink your first glass of water today. The sun was almost setting, yet you only had a bowl of cereal and half of a pizza slice. You glance at the clock. You despised it. It only reminded you of how fast time flies. You didn't even get to the steamy part of your fantasy, yet you already had to get dressed and wait for your friend in the driveway.
Your college best friend is back from her seasonal vacation in the Alps. Or was it Greece this time? It didn't even matter. It seemed like they only went to keep the tradition, not because they wanted to. She was probably richer than the whole college combined, yet she didn't know where to use all her fortune. So she settled for buying presents for her friends, which is why you now have a full wall covered with books and collectible figures and movie props.
Thirty minutes later, you are outside, your eyes searching for a black Mercedes with light up wheels and a suspicious looking driver. All three of their bodyguards were funny. They weren't as they described them in books. Her bodyguards were stiff, bland, and didn't say more than a greeting. You didn't exactly expect them to flirt with you any chance they get like you were used to on the pages, but the behaviour was still a disappointment for you.
Chills run up your spine as you watch the sun set. You regret picking out the outfit you are wearing. As if you weren't aware that the summer days are far behind. You wore the dress you got from her last trip to Paris. She had a great fashion sense and loved fashion in general, and to turn down her clothes meant a heartbreak for her.
"As soon as I saw it, I thought: her."
The way she described how she found it was amusing to you. It was knee-length and had long see-through sleeves. You felt the prettiest in it.
Finally, you heard the familiar engine. You didn't even have to look. The vehicle pulled up in front of you, and before the driver could get out, the door opened. A tall masculine figure stepped out of the car, and opened the door all the way for you. You feel chills run up your spine once again, this time not from the cold, but from the sight in front of you.
The man in front of you was absolutely stunning. He had the sparkliest and biggest eyes you had ever seen, broad shoulders, a confident smirk and-
"Dad, stop messing with her! She will think she is going to get kidnapped!" Your friend's voice yelled from inside the car.
You gulped, eyes still not leaving his face. In the three years of your friendship with her, you never saw her parents. Especially her father. Not even on photos. So, naturally, you'd need time to recover from this shock.
"Whenever you are ready."
The man politely bowed his head towards the seats, then stepped back so he could close the door after you. He sat in the front seat, then nodded towards the driver as a sign to turn on the engine.
The ride was peaceful, if you exclude your friend's nails clicking against the phone screen.
"I hear you like books." The words drip from his lips like honey.
You blush at simple eye contact through the rear mirror. His gaze has your fingers playing in your lap and your thighs pressed together.
He is so hot.
"I do, Mr Park."
"That's lovely. It's rare to find people in younger generations that enjoy reading. They mainly use it as a reason to bully someone."
"It truly is," you confirm, wanting to keep the conversation going. "You enjoy books too, Sir?"
Fathers of your other friends usually tell you to call them by their names. But not Park Seonghwa. He sure as fuck is not like other fathers you've met. You don't remember the last time your cheeks felt so hot because of someone.
"Of course. I have a whole library in my house. You are free to see it if you wish. My sweet social daughter will show you. Won't you, darling?"
His gaze switches to your friend, who is too invested in the ongoing conversation on her phone to pay attention to the one happening in real life.
"Sure, sure."
Park Seonghwa shook his head with a chuckle, then sat back in silence. You looked around you. The girl next to you was dressed beautifully as usual. It surprised you how she could make all those weird elements feel so ordinary and pretty. You, on the other hand, struggled to pair the jeans and a top. You barely figured out which shoes went with the dress. You felt underdressed. Her father wore a suit, and she had an elegant short blazer which matched her trousers, paired up with heels and a matching purse. You had a phone in your hand and a tote bag with your pajamas for the night. And a jacket to keep you warm. It didn't go with the outfit you had poorly put together at all. You wanted to run back home and wear something more fitting for the house you'll be staying in for a day or two.
You were in it once. You felt ridiculously small inside it. The ceilings were so high, dazzling chandeliers hanging from them. The windows were tall and in a minimalistic style. You only wondered how much time it took to clean them. They had all sorts of things you thought were unnecessary. Like a pool. The beach was just fifteen minutes away, the pool was there just to show off. So many bedrooms also had you confused. Since Spring, only two people live there now; your friend and her father. The mother filed for a divorce as she found love in a tourist from Poland. Poor Mr Park.
"Let's go," your friend finally put the phone away.
It took you a few moments to take in all the differences that were made. The portrait of a woman and a child above the fireplace was now gone and replaced with one of the man you just met and a young lady in which you found a sister 3 years ago.
"Anyone want my famous fig cheese prosciutto bites?" The man held a silver plate full of the said bites in front of the girls.
"No, dad, disgusting. Fruit and meat?"
"Growing up this spoiled one would think your taste in food would get better. Chicken nuggets don't really pass as an appetiser meal."
You watch with amusement as the two exchange a few funny grimaces, before your friend makes her way towards her room. "You eat some of that, since I know damn well you didn't eat shit today."
"I so did."
"You're so lying, bitch."
You laugh, ready to throw the word right back at her, when you feel Mr Park's gaze on you.
"Cuss her out all you want. It is none of my business."
"No, no. It's not quite appropriate for someone to talk like that."
In front of you, you add in your mind.
He hums, then smiles at you. "Bite?"
"I'd love to."
It takes only an eyebrow raise from him to let you know that you could've worded it better.
"I mean, I'd love one."
You take one from the plate, then admire it. Were you supposed to shove the whole thing in your mouth? Maybe pull it apart and eat it in rows? Bite into it?
"I don't usually try to poison my daughter's friends, doll. Just enjoy it. If we don't eat these tonight, they will go bad and I'll have to throw them away."
The little nickname slip had your toes wiggling in your shoes. He is so effortlessly breathtaking. Seeing that you're still struggling with the food, he takes one bite in his hand. He removes the toothpick holding the ingredients together, then steps towards you.
Every thought you had in your mind until then disappeared. Park Seonghwa gently cupped your lower jaw, and you relax into his touch. You look straight into his eyes as he puts the food between your lips. When you fail to move on your own, he smirks with amusement. Two fingers gently push the food into your mouth, resting on your tongue for a split second.
"Can you chew that for me?"
You feel your core throb. You feel fragile and weak under his touch. Most of all, you feel horny for your friend's dad. You remember to blink, then start chewing on the delicious food. He does not avert his eyes as you do so. Once you made sure to chew enough times, you finally swallow. A satisfied smile decorated his face as his thumb caressed your cheek, hand still cupping your jaw.
"Good girl."
You think you see stars. Park Seonghwa has an impact nobody ever had on you. And lots of them tried. Park Seonghwa didn't even need to try. He just - existed.
The man lets go of your face, then silently makes his way towards his room. At least you assume it is his room. He walked away so calmly, almost making you think you imagined what had just happened. Your face suddenly feels empty and cold without his touch. He had you in a chokehold with a simple touch and a smile.
You almost forget about your best friend waiting in her room. You hope your blushing won't betray you. After all, she must be tired of people wanting to fuck her dad.
Your conversations and jokes don't stop until after midnight. By now, you've had a stand-up show, a few episodes of your favorite TV show, a few funny clips of your favorite artists, and a fashion show. You are exhausted, almost ready for bed. Almost. You still need to get the frustration out somehow. The younger girl is more than ready for bed. The moment her head touched the pillow, she was out of this world. You laugh at her smeared makeup, then reach for the box of wet wipes. You gently clean her face, then try to do her usual routine. You don't remember it, but you try your best.
You make your way to her tall mirror, ready to clean your face too. If your best friend didn't study and work with fashion, she would surely be a makeup artist. It's a pity that you have to wipe down the art she created. Your hands fall down, and your eyes skim over your outfit and hair. She made you wear the brand new lingerie she got for her birthday as a joke. It was funny when they were in her hands, but you'll never forget the gasp that came out of her when you stepped out of the big wardrobe.
"Wanna scissor?"
You'd be up to try it, just not with her. Not while you have her dad on your mind. Perhaps- perhaps you could suddenly get thirsty and go to the kitchen dressed like that? The lingerie was now hidden under a short silver silk dress she wore for her ex boyfriend's birthday party. It looked plain and stupid, but the young girl had the power to turn it into something jaw dropping. Paired with silver heels and dazzling makeup, you looked ready for, well, someone to destroy it.
You open the door, then slowly step in the hallway. The girl explained that Mr Park's room is at the end of the hallway, but you cannot just walk in and expect something to happen. Maybe he simply liked teasing. Maybe he never responds to all those calls for pleasure. He is surely aware of what an impact he has on people, and maybe he finds it amusing. You still have a shot to see for yourself.
You drink a glass of water. Then another one. He isn't here. He must be asleep already. He is a hard working man after all. All this didn't come into his life easily. God, good looking and hard-working? He must be the whole package. Who in their right mind would leave a man like this? Perhaps she couldn't keep up with his sex drive. You hope.
You set the glass aside, and examine the kitchen again. Many drinks decorated the shelves, along with luxurious looking glasses and other glass decorations. You could only dream of having a home like this. You could probably afford a single spoon from the bottom drawer. You just couldn't wait to meet your soul mate and force your brilliant ideas on them. After all, you have a gift for that. Decorating, I mean. Not the forcing part.
You feel less sleepy now that you've drank so much water. You wander around the living room for a while, hoping he would come down at any moment. Yet it still doesn't happen. Your feet carry you to the door near the staircase. You slowly open it, then look around. With your luck, he will come down now that you are snooping around his home. He better stay asleep now.
You step inside, debating whether to turn on the lights. Fuck it, you think. Your hand finds the light switch on the cold wall. You squint at the sudden brightness. It takes a while for your eyes to get used to it, but when they do, all you can do is gasp.
The walls were covered with antique bookshelves, each filled with books from top to bottom. They were divided in sections, and they had the most beautiful covers and spines you've ever seen. You step inside, closing the door behind. The room was endless rows of fantasy, sci-fi, romance, poetry, educational books, and-
Erotica.
Fuck, lots of erotica. A whole wall, maybe even two, dedicated to the sinful delight. You didn't even need to check if you're right. You'd recognise some of those spines even in darkness. A single desk is placed in the middle of the room, along with a comfortable looking chair. Pens and notebooks are neatly placed in the top corner, and a book rests at the edge. A suit jacket, most probably Mr Park's, is placed over the backrest. The room was organised, clean, and smelled like sandalwood mixed with jasmine. It was pleasant enough to just stand there. Yet the curiosity got the best (or worst) of you, as it always did.
The smell of books takes over your senses. You feel the worn out spines and edges under your fingertips. He has them all: from the very first romance novels with the very first sex scenes to steamy books who had sex written all over them. You weren't sure which ones you liked more. You only knew that you'd settle for anything just to get a little taste.
Your gaze falls on the book which laid on the desk. His most recent read, perhaps? It still had a bookmark, you notice. You sit on the chair, and almost sink into it from the softness. You close your eyes, inhaling all the scents you can. You sense a hint of bourbon. Even his scent makes your lower stomach burn with unreleased sensation.
You take the book into your hands, then turn it over. The summary made your curiosity even worse, and you could forget about sleep for at least two more hours. You lean back, put your feet on the desk, and happily start with the book. It has a plot, of course, but currently? You couldn't give a single fuck about it. But you aren't one to skip pages just to get to a certain point in the story. So you force yourself to read through the little boring descriptions. In the corner of your eye, you spot a box of tissues peeking out of the bottom drawers. You see no other chairs around here. It means that nobody enters the room.
A man and a box of tissues mean only one thing.
You sigh at the picture that forms in your head. You see Mr Park sitting on the chair. He is wearing his suit vest, a book in his hand and legs spread comfortably. His other hand is wrapped around his cock, which you know is thick. Your eyes have dropped down there once or twice. He is lazily stroking himself, his attention still fully on the book. There is just something so fucking hot about watching a man satisfy himself.
You feel your throat go dry. You open your eyes, ready to put the book away and try to go to sleep. Yet the plot has just started to get steamy. You sit back once again, the book in your hand not getting any rest tonight. Your eyes skim over the hot descriptions, each making you more flustered. The thought of Park Seonghwa reading this is driving you crazy.
Nicholas has waited for this moment for months, yet it felt like years to him. He would use every second of it, and he will be the best she ever had.
He worshipped her all night long, explored her body with his tongue, whispered sweet nothings into her ear, and grabbed at anything he could. He devoured her, his wet muscle tirelessly working on her sensitive bud. Her cries of pleasure had him cumming in his own pants, yet he didn't care. He existed for her, and her only.
Was it too much to ask for a simple eating out? You wonder how it feels. You had one, a long time ago. Along with a messy first time. God, the second time might've been ever messier. None of it was enjoyable. You too wanted to be manhandled. You too wanted to be worshipped. You wanted someone to tirelessly eat you out until you cream. And scream.
You groan. Continuing will do you no good, but going to sleep is impossible. You could rub out a quick one and then try to rest. Wouldn't be your first time. You feel yourself dripping through your panties. All these descriptions have your head spinning. You reach for the box of tissues. The last thing you needed was to leave evidence that you snooped around. If you're going to leave one, it better not be an arousal stain on the chair.
You pull the drawer so you can take the box out easier. If your jaw could drop to the floor, it probably would. Deeper in the drawer laid a purple gadget. You knew very well what it was. You were never brave enough to get one for yourself. Your parents liked to snoop a lot, and just now you realise where you got it from. He didn't use it on anyone, did he? Your friend did not mention any women near Mr Park. Besides, it feels good for men too.
You carefully take out the wand. It looks brand new, the see through film still wrapped around the head. It could help you out. You'd be finished even quicker. Nobody will ever know. You cannot afford it anymore anyway, so wasting an opportunity like this seems like a shame to you.
You put each leg over the armrests, then lay back comfortably. You press a button. The buzzing sound has your stomach filled with excitement. You resume the reading, the wand dangerously close to your crotch. You didn't remove the film, nor will you remove the panties. If someone barges in, you can throw it in the drawer and act stupid.
You bring the buzzing device closer, and closer, until it finally touches your burning clit. A gasp leaves your lips, the first vibrations giving you the satisfaction you needed. You try to focus on the words, yet the toy feels so good against you that you choose to drop the book and enjoy. You throw your head back, sighs and hums leaving your mouth as you work the toy on your clit. Your mind is clouded with thoughts of a single man. He is so close, yet so far. The scent from his vest is helping you get a clearer picture. He is skillfully working his fingers on you, filling you up just right and licking your juices off his hand so sinfully.
You groan. The vibrations are strong against you, and you don't think you can take it. You are not used to it. Fingers will have to do. You blindly search for the button. When you fail to find it, you open your eyes.
"Fuck-"
The rest of the words come out muffled. A hand is placed over your lips, and another one is covering yours on the wand. You shamelessly stare into the eyes of the man you want to fuck so bad. Judging by his gaze, you think he shares the idea. Without a single word, he presses the toy back into your clit. You sigh into his hand, head falling back and your back arching. You try to close your eyes, but a slap to your inner thigh makes you jump.
"Look at me."
You do as you are told. He does not avert his gaze, not even when you beg him to stop. You are feeling overstimulated, even though you did not orgasm.
"Found yourself a book to read?" He asks, eyes falling on it.
You nod. Now you know why the scent was stronger in the room. How long was he there?
"Come here."
He removes his hand from your face. You are taken aback by his demands. It is turning you on even more. With a single swipe, he drops all the pens and notebooks from the desk on the floor.
"You like wearing cute little dresses and parading around the house?"
"I wasn't-"
"I didn't say I didn't enjoy it." He licks his lips. His hands cup your waist, and you feel your body rise up. He places you on the desk, then rests his hands on your knees. In the most erotic way ever, he looks deep into your eyes, then gently spreads your legs. You want to melt into his arms right there. Mr Park steps between your thighs, hands resting on your cheeks.
"You look so innocent. So pretty for me to ruin."
You say nothing. Instead, you get closer to him. You wish to feel his lips. You wish to feel his tongue in many places.
"But you are far from innocent, aren't you? Probably the biggest slut I've ever met."
"Sir-"
"I don't fuck my daughter's friends, you know."
He places a hand on your chest, gently pushing you to lay down on the desk. He climbs on it with one knee, hand still caressing your cheek.
"Didn't promise anything about best friends though."
His lips hover above yours for a while. He is making it painful for you. He is making you beg. And you are ready to go down on your knees for him.
"I want to fucking ruin you, doll. I want to do all the things you've read about." He whispers into your mouth. His tongue peeks out to lick his lips, accidentally touching yours too. "I want to pound into you as you read your favorite book and struggle to focus. I want to tear you apart right on this desk."
You moan at his words. You swear you could cum from his dirty talk only.
"Will you let me get a taste of you?"
You nod eagerly. He chuckles, then presses a gentle kiss on your forehead. He is looking into your eyes in a way that has you rubbing your thighs together so you can get some friction.
"I need to hear you, love."
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"I'll let you get a taste of me," you repeat. It didn't sound as hot as when he said it. It didn't matter anyway.
Time passed so slow. You had an orgasm to chase, yet Park Seonghwa wouldn't move a single finger.
"Will you let me smear that pretty makeup of yours?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Will you let me stuff you with my cock like a good girl?"
"Y-yes, Sir," you breathe out. The formality is only adding up to the mood. First names are outdone anyway.
"And will you do as I say?"
"Yes," you nod, "yes I will. Anything."
"Anything?" He asks, his eyebrow raised.
"Anything, Sir."
Just when you think he is going to press his lips against yours, he reaches for something behind you. He holds the book in front of you, signaling you to take it.
"Read for me."
Read? It's erotica, not a bedtime story. Yet how can you say no when he asked you so nicely. You clear your throat, then continue where you left off.
"Nicholas held her thighs down to keep her from squirming. His tongue lapped at her clit without stopping. She begged, and begged for - oh!"
The buzzing device is spreading sensation on your clit. You look over the book, and find Mr Park focusing on the space between your legs. He is lazily dragging the wand across your crotch, occasionally pressing into the sensitive bud.
"Keep going," he ordered.
"S-she begged, and begged for more. She had cummed twice on his tongue already. Yet he didn't have enough. He wanted to watch her shake in his arms, beg ‐ ah, ‐ beg for him to stop. Nicholas then inserts his fingers into her, the tips searching for the sweet spot which - f‐fuck - had her groaning with pleasure."
The speed is increased, and your thighs are shaking. You think you're close already.
"I don't think I can handle it much longer." You say.
"I didn't ask."
With that, he increases the speed, this time dragging the toy more forcefully on your crotch. You could spill over the edge at any moment. You want to orgasm with his fingers, not a stupid toy.
"The books isn't going to read itself."
"She held onto his hair for dear life. The pressure was building up at the bottom, and- ah, fuck ‐ and, and-"
"And?"
"I'm going to cum," you cry out.
"I don't remember that being in that scene yet."
"Please-"
"Read."
Your eyes fall back on the words. You just want to lay down and enjoy. Why does he enjoy teasing so much? It's not as fun as it looks or sounds.
"‐and she could feel herself cumming all over his face once again."
You lower the book, just enough so you can look at him. He is focused on his movements. His long, slender fingers are gently pressing your thigh against the wooden surface, while his other hand is working the toy on you. The vibrations change speed and strength, and that's what's keeping you from finishing right in front of him. His tongue wets his lips again, and his lips stay open. He lets out shallow breaths as he watches you clench around nothing.
"Look at you, shamelessly dripping on my work desk." He says, his voice low and raspy. He looks into your eyes, right before he lifts the toy.
He does not break eye contact with you. He climbs on the desk again, spreading your legs with his own and resting his hand on your exposed lower stomach. His hand is hot against your skin. You are ready to give yourself to him in any way.
"You like the book so far?"
"Yes, Sir."
He drags his hand up your stomach, lifting your dress along the way. He takes his sweet time, doing nothing but giving you goosebumps and making your breathing harder. The dress is now scrunched above your breasts, your friend's brand new lingerie completely exposed to his big pupils. It was an ugly colour, but somehow, Mr Park seemed astonished by the view.
"Ah, fuck."
You feel your bra being yanked down, and right after that a warm wet muscle circling over your tense nipples. A gasp leaves your mouth. Then another, and another, with each lick he generously gives you. He squeezes your breasts, massages them, works his tongue on them like it's the most delicious meal in the world. You swear you could orgasm just from this.
Mr Park allows himself to get a bit vocal. He hums around your nipples, gently sucking at them and squeezing the soft flesh around them. He enjoys your squirming under him. He enjoys your moans and gasps. He enjoys your fingers pulling his hair. Most of all, he enjoys how you lift your thighs up and try to meet his crotch, in hopes of getting more relief down there.
He lifts his head from your sensitive breasts, and gets closer to your face. His breathing is heavy against your mouth, and you can almost feel his heart thumping against your chest.
"Tell me, what is your favorite scene from the book?"
"What?" You ask, confused as to why he is insisting on reading and talking about the book.
"You heard me," he speaks into your mouth. He is so close, yet he doesn't dare touch your lips. It's making you extremely frustrating. You wanted to taste the lips that spoke sinful words. You want all of him.
"Well, I kinda liked the first time he fingered her."
"Did you now?" He acts interested. His eyebrow is raised with amusement because of your utter confusion.
"Yeah, I mean, it was hot as fuck. Him fingering her right there in the corner of the club? I swear I'd — oh."
His finger dips inside of you with ease. Your walls swallow it, clench around it, and feel warm against it. Mr Park is lets out a groan. Still, he continues, still looking into your eyes. "What exactly did he do?"
"He made out with her. And fingered her."
"That's all?"
His finger is not moving. It sits there comfortably, enjoying the warmth of your pussy. He licks his lips for the third time that night. He is fighting every urge inside him to just slam his cock into you and ruin you on the table. He wants to enjoy everything you want to give him.
"H-he—" your eyes roll back as he gently presses his finger upwards, "he uses one finger first, to get her used to it. He fingers her slow, and- and‐"
The man slowly pulls out, then equally slowly goes back in. He repeats the motion, and each time it seems slower to you. It is more intense, but you don't think you have the patience.
"He inserts another finger, to stretch her out. He speeds up a bit, and asks her- ah, fuck, asks her if it feels good."
Mr Park leans into your ear. "Does it feel good?"
"Oh, fuck yes."
You feel another finger stretching you our, then another. He watches as his fingers disappear between your tight walls, preparing you so well for him. He speeds up his pace. The sounds of his palm slamming against your pelvis along with your cunt making wet noises is making you arch your back from the table. You shamelessly moan into his mouth, hands grabbing at his shoulders, hair, face, anything.
You are pulled away from the world of ecstasy. You find yourself sitting up straight, your wrists caught in his hand. You are ready to whine about being so close, yet he stops you by pulling you off the desk. The dress falls down your body, covering it once again. The man pulls you off the table, and in a split second, he has you slammed against the bookshelves. You are ready to complain, but he stops you by slamming his palms against the shelves near your head. He looks at you, as if asking if you still want it. You respond by getting closer to him, testing the waters. He doesn't pull away. Instead, he captures your lips with his, hungrily sucking on them and biting them. His tongue is gentle against yours, giving it light strokes and circles. Your fingers find themselves tangled into his hair, then down his neck, shoulders, until they finally rest on his chest. He stops your hands from unbuttoning his snow white shirt. He pulls away too quickly for your liking.
You stare with surprise as he drops down on his knees. Fuck, you love the way he looks at you from down there. His fingers graze the skin of your thighs, then gently lift up the dress.
"Hold that for me." He orders in a whisper. You quickly obey, grabbing the material and holding it above your lower stomach. "Then what happened?"
"The guy took her outside, behind the club. He made her stand against the wall, much like me now. And then—"
You now realise what he is doing. He is recreating the scenes you have just read. He is fulfilling your fantasy. He is doing just what you always wanted, and he doesn't even know it. A sudden boost of confidence enters your body. You could drop a few lines that weren't in the book. He wouldn't notice now, would je?
"He ate her out."
"Did he?" He asks, voice dripping with horny thoughts said out loud. "And just how did he do that?"
"He licked every inch of her skin, explored every curve and bump, and sucked on a specific spot."
The man smirks, then pokes his tongue out. You finally get a chance to see exactly how long it is. He licks a warm stripe over your folds and clit. Your knees are wobbly, and you wish you could've stayed sat down. His hands are gripping you thighs, buttocks, and the back of your knees. He is fully focused into absolutely ravishing you.
He mercilessly licks your clit, each swipe making you more sensitive. He works it up and down, then in circles, then flattens the wet muscle so that he can take in all of you. He makes lewd noises, almost slurping at your arousal and folds.
"So heavenly," he groans. He hums as he speeds up his tongue against your clit.
Short moans leave your mouth, and you find yourself gripping your nipples over the shiny fabric. You pull and squeeze his hair between your finger, and you think you'll choke him with your thighs. He doesn't complain once.
"I'm close—" you whimper, white dots already appearing in front of your eyes.
It was as if you said "stop". He stands up, hand resting on your jaw. He lifts your head to look at him. His lips are glistening with your arousal, and you think it's the hottest thing ever. He dips his thumb and index finger into your cheeks, making you hollow them and open your mouth. He leans in, and just when you think he is about to kiss you, two fingers find themselves resting on your tongue. He proceeds to push them back, right at the end of your tongue. You tear up, but don't gag. He is very distracting with his stare.
You close your lips around his fingers, tongue circling around them and wetting them. He takes them out, puts them in his own mouth. He steps back for a bit, and you carefully follow his every movement. He rips the fabric of his shirt, and buttons drop down on the floor. The sight has you dripping down your legs. You don't get a chance to say much, he pushes you against the desk, this time with you facing the surface. You feel the wet digits spread your folds. You then feel a wet trail rolling down your pussy.
Did he—? Did he spit directly on your pussy?
You hear the belt unbuckling, then fabric shuffling. Something hot touches your other cheeks, gently caressing them and leaving a trail of precum. His hand reaches near you, taking the book and opening it where you marked it. It then cups your neck, gently pressing the sides of it just enough to make you dizzy.
"Read for me, doll."
"But-"
He leans down, feeling a bit annoyed at all your protests. "Read for me so I can stuff you with my cock in peace."
You have no other choice but to continue. You feel him circling your folds, but not touching you where you need it.
"Nicholas couldn't believe how long it had been since he last felt her. He pounded into her like there was no tomorrow. His hips forcefully connected with hers— ah!"
You feel him stretch you out. The sweet burning sensation is back, this time actually pleasant. He fills you to the end, hands tightly holding onto your waist and neck. He pulls out, just to slam back into you, much like Nicholas.
"He watched her tits bounce with every hip thrust he m-made, a sight for sore eyes. He fondled her nipples, listened to her moans and watched her face twist wit-th pleasure—"
His hands move your body towards him, making him reach spots that have you gripping the edge of the desk.
"Please let me enjoy this, Mr Park. Oh please, let me."
He pulls your hair, making your back arch and your head fall back. He looks at you from above, hips still working their pace.
"I spoiled you," thrust, "in such a," thrust, "short," thrust, "time."
He proceeds to thrust a few times faster, then slows down. He fucks you nice and gentle, occasionally letting out a grunt or a hiss. He goes deep, making you roll your eyes.
"Look at me," he pulls your hair more.
You whimper, the pleasant pain spreading over your body.
"Look at your pretty makeup running down your cheeks."
He wasn't lying when he said he is going to ruin you. He turns your body over with ease, and you wonder just how strong this man is. Mr Park lifts your legs on his shoulders, the position giving him more access to all the sweet spots. He slams into them with no mercy, abuses every weak spot you have, and fills your mouth with his fingers to keep you quiet. They don't help much, since you are equally loud even when he tries to make you gag.
"Want me to fill you up like a stuffed toy?"
"Please," you manage to beg.
Your eyes roll back from pleasure, and you are feeling like you're floating. You are so close, and if he cums inside you, you will cum right then. Mr Park is now moaning. His hands are gripping your waist, slamming your weaker body into his hips. Sweat is decorating his exposed body, and his hair is sticking up everywhere. Watching him focus on chasing his high is something you'll always remember with love. He is progressively getting sloppier and louder, and you just can't wait to see him cum.
You are squeezing and milking him so well, he could go all night long with you. He lets out a prolonged moan as he spills into you, hips still working in and out. You follow after, the feeling of warm seed touching the right places.
"Fuck—" you moan, moving your hips and riding out your high.
The man drops on top of you, cock still deep inside.
You notice the windows are foggy, and the smell of sex is more than present in the room. You don't want to move. You want more. It just isn't enough.
"Ah fuck, I could go for a second round." He admits.
"I can handle it."
"But I can't so please go to sleep or go fuck outside."
warnings: oh boy... its a hookup, kinda hate sex, car sex, biting, hair pulling, rough sex, unprotected sex for no reason, (wrap it), name calling, oral (male receiving), wow looking back this is kinda tame for me..
an: This was a request from my best pal @mingigoo ! I had a lot of fun writing this and I really liked how it turned out, so much so that I am going to make it a two parter!! Um, this is my first attempt at writing angst so please be kind! Let me know if I missed anything warnings and enjoy hoes <3
tag list: @ch0isa99ie @ateezinmymind @wickeddarkness-place
(pt 1) (pt 2)
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His long fingers gripped the column of my neck and gave a slight squeeze causing an estranged gasp to escape my mouth. “Stop being a fucking tease (y/n),” His lips now hovering over my ear. His warm breath tickles my skin causing a chill to electrocute my entire body. “or else I’m really going to bite you.”
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After I realized that my so-called friend left me here, I called and texted her over and over again. At one point she just turned her phone off, sending my calls straight to voicemail. Once the beep sounded I left her a little message, “Becka you fucking bitch. How could you just leave me here and for what? To go fuck some small dicked guy who’s just going to give you an yeast infection.” I took a long drink from my cup, emptying it and ended the call.
A laugh comes from behind me. “I can’t say I didn’t see this coming.” I freeze and my grip tightens around the empty cup in my hand. Kang Yeosang was standing directly behind me, leaning casually against the counter, his arms crossed at his chest. The black sweater he wore fit his lean and long torso beautifully. My eyes roaming down his body to the also form fitting black jeans he wore and the thighs they seemed to hug tightly. Shaking the dirty thoughts that consumed your mind you looked back up at him. “What do you want Yeosang?” I pushed him to the side and refilled my cup. I went to take a drink but his hand snatched it before the plastic could touch my lips. “What the actual fuck?” You yelled, turning your head towards him. He pushed off the counter and dumped your drink down the sink. “You are annoying enough as it is, I don’t need the slobbering drunk version of yourself to deal with tonight.” Anger boils under my skin and I can feel my neck and cheeks flash red with heat. “You are the biggest asshole I know Yeosang.” He tosses the empty cup into the sink and turns back to face you. “Yeah I know. Come on, I'll take you home.” He goes to grab my arm but I move away before he can. “Fuck you. I can find my own way home.” His head falls back as a deep laugh rumbles from him. I am not red hot with anger. “Okay then.” Still laughing he walks off back into the party.
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Almost an hour later and still no response from Becka, who I will no longer be talking to. I don’t know anyone else here and there are no car services in this area. I really don’t want to admit it but I guess he’s my only option. “Fuck me.” I say under my breath.
I am searching the crowd until I spot him by the door talking to some guy. Swallowing my pride I make my way over to him. Seeing me walking towards him, he shoos the tall guy he was talking to away. Reaching him, his gaze meets mine making me want to shrink from the power of it. “Hello again (y/n).” The corners of his lips turn up and his words make me cringe. “Take me home.” Those are the only words I can muster. He doesn’t say anything, he just leads us out the door and out to his car.
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We’ve been in the driving for 30 minutes now and neither of us spoke after I gave him my address. The engine rumbles and his hang grips the gear shift, changing the gear with a swift motion. My eyes roam over his black clad body causing me to swallow hard. My mind goes fuzzy with wild thoughts and I feel my cheeks redden and my thighs squeeze together in response. He shifts his attention from the road and down to my legs, only for a moment, before he looks back and focuses on the road. His grip whitens making the leather of the wheel scrunch under his palm. Snapping out of my daze I shift to look out the passenger side window to distract myself.
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He drove into the garage underneath my apartment building, pulled into a spot and put the car into park. Unbuckling my seat belt and we made eye contact. “You know the least you could do is say thank you. Considering I did have to leave the party early for you.” Of course. And here I thought he was finally showing a different side of himself. “Bite me.” I shift in the seat to open the door, annoyed with this conversation.
Before I can open the door he locks it from his side, making me whip my head around to face him again. Out of nowhere, his long fingers grip the column of my neck and give a slight squeeze causing an estranged gasp to escape my mouth. “Stop being a fucking tease (y/n),” Pulling me closer to him by my neck so his lips are now hovering over my ear. His warm breath tickled my skin, causing a chill to electrocute my entire body. “or else I’m really going to bite you.” My chest is heaving and my pulse ramming throughout my body, he lets me move my head back to look him in the eye. His shaggy dark hair now perfectly framing his angular face, making him look like a statue of a Greek god.
He licked his plump lips and looked back at my own. He pulled me closer once again, his touch stil branding my neck. “Let me fuck you (y/n). We both know we want each other, why not just fuck one out?” Moving my head to the side he begins to place soft kisses all along my neck and grazes my skin with his teeth making a pool of heat settle between my legs. “What do you say (y/n)?” Moving from my neck and focusing back on my answer. Before I could even think, my lips were crashing onto his. His hand slid from my neck and up to cup my jaw.
This man elicited so many emotions from me, mostly anger and annoyance, but I never stopped to think that maybe one of them was lust. I mean he's not a bad looking guy, he might actually be one the most beautiful men I've seen in my entire life. So, why shouldn’t I just fuck him? I know we hate each other but isn’t hate sex always the best sex? I guess I am going to find that answer out for myself.
My hands make their way up his torso, sliding over his hard abs underneath his sweater, up his chest and ending tangled in his hair. He moaned in my mouth when I pulled his hair hard. His response was to copy the action. His hand left my jaw and grabbed a fist full of my hair and yanked. Tears pricked my eyes but the pain only added to the pleasure of his touch. Keeping the one hand wrapped in my hair, his other now squeezed at the flesh of my thigh. I spread my legs apart as much as I could considering I was confined to the car’s seat. He teasingly moved his hand further up my leg and stopped dead when he was just about to reach my center. He broke the kiss, our lips now swollen and a flushed red. “Take your pants off (y/n).” He said, roaming my whole body with his piercing gaze. I quickly removed my pants and he did as well. This man had my underwear soaked and now my arousal was leaking onto his cool leather seating. He was down to his underwear and my mouth watered when he revealed his hard length. He let out a laugh when he saw my dumbfounded look. Giving my hair a yank once again he ordered, “Suck.”
I followed his order, leaning over the center console, definitely bruising my ribs, and took him into my mouth. He didn’t go gentle on me, as soon as my mouth was on him, he began ramming his dick into the back of my throat. I took his harshness in stride, breathing in between strokes as tears now stained my cheeks. Both his hands now tangled in my hair, pushing and pulling my head up and down on his cock.
He took my head off his dick with a pop of my lips. Tilting my head back to look at the mess he made on my face. My makeup mixed with tears now stained twin trials down my cheeks. Smirking at his work he leaned in to claim me with a kiss. He ravished my mouth with his, claiming it with his tongue. He caught my bottom lip between his teeth and bit. The pain had me breathing out a shaky moan. My arousal ached for his touch and I couldn’t take it anymore. Moving so I’m now over his lap, staring straight into his eyes. He lines his length up with my soaking entrance. His hands grip onto my waist and push me down onto his cock.
A scream rips up my throat at the stretch of my walls. He doesn’t wait for me to adjust to his size and repeats the motion earning another scream from me. He leans forward and bites the sensitive spot where my neck and shoulder meet. Pain turns to pleasure as he continues his assault. Pounding into me from underneath at a pace unmatched by anyone I’ve ever been with. “Fuck yeosang.” I moan out as my head can’t help but fall backwards. My stomach tightens as the pleasure winds up inside me. Feeling my walls clench around him he pulls me onto his chest wrapping his arms around my back, trapping me, and proceeds pound harder and faster than before. He makes it impossible for me to do anything other than take what he’s giving. The new position has his tip hitting the perfect spot deep inside me and has me screaming out my orgasm. Grunting as his hips start to falter in pace as he too is now chasing his own climax. Two more strokes and he’s filling my pussy with his cum.
We don’t stay in that position for long. He moves me off his dick and helps me back into the passenger's seat. His cum now spilling onto his seat from inside me. He briefly met my gaze before looking away and began to redress himself. “Hurry up and get dressed (y/n).” He finishes making himself presentable and opens his car door, leaving me alone in his car. I sat there in shock for a moment before I pulled my underwear and pants back on. I felt a fault in my heart at his coldness. I look out the fogged windshield at his lean figure leaning against the hood of his car. My heart cracking once more. I felt the tears threatening to spill from my eyes but I pushed them back, not wanting to bare my weak heart to him.
I step out of the car and into the cool air of the garage. He turns upon hearing the door shut. His beautiful features are darker now, his thoughts and emotion even more withdrawn into his neutral facial expression. I ignored his soft gaze and made my way past him towards the elevator. “(Y/n).” I froze, not daring to turn to face him. “This was just a one time fuck.” Both anger and sadness swam around my mind at his words, consuming me in a way I’ve never experienced before. “Don’t get it twisted for anything more.” Not wanting to hear anything else he might say, I continued forward. I felt his gaze burning into my back, and I left him behind in the garage.
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