Being in the industry is hard, especially when an idol from your brother group is pinning after you⊠or idols?
Warnings- DEAD DOVES DO NOT EAT!! Heavy non con at the beginning!! Mean dom! Shota, whiny sub! Jongseob, Switch! Reader, MM, MF, cum eating, oral (m and f), raw penetration, forced penetration (consensual ?), I think thatâs it.. lmk if I missed any!
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Being in a fifth gen girl group has impacted your life for good and bad. being under the same label, you saw P1harmony a lot. your label has a distinct no dating policy, but you never quite minded. that is until they started having your group in closer proximity to Piwon. It was now one of those days where they made your group hang out at their dorm. the boys were being louder than usual. their laughter and banter filled the room. you and the other members of your group were sitting on the couch, talking amongst yourselves. suddenly, Jongseob walked in, his eyes immediately landing on you. he smiled softly, walking over to the couch. You knew for a while about Jongseobs little crush on you but you never paid it much mind because of the company policy, and he was always a good friend. You offered him a small, polite smile back, shifting slightly to make room on the crowded couch. Despite knowing his feelings ran a little deeper than friendship, you firmly shoved that thought to the back of your mind. The company's strict dating policy was a constant, looming wall between you two, and you valued him too much as a friend to risk crossing that line. Intak leaned over, his shoulder brushing against yours as he rambled about something- probably some inside joke the members had going on. He was easy to talk to, his energy always so bright and casual. You laughed at his jokes, responding and chiming in on the conversation effortlessly.
But then Jongseob's gaze lingering just a second too long. You were too engrossed in Intakâs story, laughing at his dramatic hand gestures and the way he teased the other members across the room. The comfortable rhythm of the conversation kept your attention focused entirely on him. It wasn't until you turned your head to glance at the rest of the group that you realized Jongseob hadn't looked away. You keep the eye contact for a quick second before looking away. The brief moment of eye contact felt charged, like electricity hummed between you two. Your gaze flicked away quickly, but not before catching the brief softening of Jongseob's expression- something vulnerable, almost... a flicker of something unsaid. Then he was moving away, walking past the couch to join the others, his posture rigid and deliberate. Jongseob laughed and joked with the other members of your group, his laughter clear and easy. You'd seen him interact with them countless times before, always friendly and engaging. But today, something felt... off. His smiles seemed a fraction forced, his eyes avoiding yours.
Intak elbowed you suddenly, breaking your focus from Jongseob. âWhat?â You say. "You okay?" Intak asked, his brow furrowing slightly as he leaned in closer. "You've been zoning out a lot today. Something on your mind?" His voice was gentle, genuinely curious. You glanced back over at Jongseob, who was now sitting with Jiung and your member Daehyeon, but his attention kept drifting toward you. Every few seconds. âHuh? Oh, Iâm fineâIntak squinted suspiciously. "Mhm. Sure." He didn't sound convinced at all- but he dropped it, turning back to finish his story. Meanwhile, Jongseob's attempt at conversation was hitting roadblocks. Jiung glanced between him and you with an arched eyebrow. "Earth to Jongseob," Jiung muttered. "You even listening?" you try to focus back on intaks story. You forced your attention back to Intak, nodding along as he droned on. But your focus kept slipping, your eyes tracing the room's outline before settling on something else entirely. The noise of the dorm, the laughter, the comfortable chaos- it all blurred into background. Meanwhile, Jongseob's attempt at conversation with your members was failing miserably. But then Soul walks into the room and the tension lifts.
The atmosphere shifted instantly when Soul walked through the door. His bright, easygoing energy cut through the invisible tension that had built up between Jongseob and the rest of the room. "What did I miss?" he asked, a grin spreading across his face as he flopped onto the couch next to Intak. Soul was Jongseobs best friend in the whole world, I could see Jongseobs tense expression soften into something lighter. Soul nudged Jongseob's shoulder as he sat down, whispering something that made Jongseob exhale and finally relax. Soul's eyes darted to you briefly- a knowing flicker- before he turned back to whisper something else to Jongseob that made him frown and lightly shove Soul away. The dynamic between them was easy, unguarded. Intak resumes his story. You managed to actually focus this time, laughing at the right moments as Intak recounted a chaotic mishap from their recent schedule. The tension in the room had effectively dissolved with Soul's arrival, everyone settling back into the comfortable rhythm of hanging out. Even Jongseob seemed more engaged, chatting normally with your members, the earlier intensity replaced by his usual cool demeanor. The two groups manage to decide on a movie to all settle down and watch.
The groups settled onto the massive couch and floor, creating a comfortable chaos. You ended up sandwiched between Intak and one of your members, while Soul dragged Jongseob down next to him on the floor, directly in front of where you sat. The opening credits rolled, and the room quieted down. For the first few minutes, everything was peaceful. Soul eventually moves his head to lean against your leg. You blinked down at Soul's head resting on your knee, feeling his warmth through your sweatpants. It was such a casual, comfortable gesture- the kind Soul did without thinking. He'd always been physically affectionate with you, long before today's weird tension. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Jongseob stiffen almost imperceptibly. You notice Jongseobs glare but you donât mention it. Jongseob's gaze was fixed on the screen, his jaw clenched. You could almost feel the displeasure radiating off him. But you ignored it, focusing instead on the movie. Soul, oblivious to Jongseob's silent glare, shifted slightly, his head nuzzling into your leg comfortingly.
You locked your eyes onto the television screen, deliberately ignoring the silent drama unfolding near your legs. The movie played on, the dialogue washing over you, though your peripheral vision remained hyper-aware of Jongseob. He shifted his weight, crossing his arms over his chest, his jaw set tight as he refused to look anywhere near Soul leaning against you. The movie's plot kept you distracted- at least, you tried to let it. The lights were dim, casting blue and flickering shadows across the room as scenes played out on screen. Soul snuggled deeper against your leg, completely at peace. Beside him, Jongseob leaned back against the floor, arms tight across his chest, refusing to relax. As the movie reached its midpoint, Soul's hand casually rested on your knee, his fingers absently tracing patterns. It was an innocent gesture, something he did all the time without a second thought. But Jongseob's knuckles turned white where he gripped his arms crossed over his chest. Eventually, Jongseob had enough and got up and went into his room. The movement was abrupt, drawing the attention of a few members who glanced back. Jongseob didn't say a word, just stood up and disappeared into his room, the door clicking shut with a finality that cut through the movie's soundtrack. Soul lifted his head slightly, looking back toward the closed door with a frown, before meeting your eyes.
âIâll be right backâ you whisper but youâre not sure who to before you get up and follow Jongseob. Your whisper went mostly unheard, the movie filling the silence. You stood abruptly, not giving anyone time to question you. As you walked away to follow Jongseob, Soul's brow furrowed slightly, clearly annoyed but not moving to stop you or follow right after. You reached his closed door, pausing for a moment. You knock softly. "Go away," Jongseob's voice came through the door almost immediately, tight and muffled. He sounded frustrated, his walls fully up. He knew it was you- he could tell your knock apart from anyone else's- but he wasn't in the mood to be reasonable. âCan I please come in, Seobie?â A long pause hung in the air. Then, the click of the door opening. Jongseob stood in the doorway, his arms still crossed over his chest, looking distinctly un-inviting. He was refusing to make eye contact, his jaw tight. "What do you want?" his voice was flat, cautious, and laced with irritation. âI just wanna talkâ "There's nothing to talk about." He stepped back, creating space for you to enter, but his body language remained defensive. He turned away from you, grabbing a pillow from his bed and hugging it to his chest like a barrier. His tone was sharp and dismissive. "Just leave it alone."
âThereâs a lot to talk aboutâ you pace around his room. âThe only reason I even know bout your feelings is because Intak doesnât know how to keep his mouth shut. Then you get mad because soul was resting his head against my leg and you get mad for what?â Jongseob stiffened, the pillow clutched tighter against his chest. Your words cut straight through his defenses- calling out exactly what was happening. The worst part was how accurate you were. He'd been stewing, jealousy and frustration boiling over, and now you were laying it all out in front of him. But then soul appears at the doorway with a cocky grin âtold you it would workâ he said to Jongseob. you furrow your brows âwhat would work?âJongseob immediately threw a pillow at Soul, hitting him square in the chest. "Shut the fuck up," Jongseob snapped, his face flushing red. Soul caught the pillow effortlessly, looking completely unbothered. "The whole thing," Soul informed you, his grin widening. "Me leaning on your leg. I did it specifically to trigger Jongseob." âWhy would you do that?â You say. Soul's grin turned mischievous as he watched Jongseob's reaction. "Because he has a little... problem," he said vaguely, tilting his head towards the door. His eyes flicked to you briefly before landing back on Jongseob with something almost like satisfaction. "A problem that needs a solution." "Stop it." Jongseob's voice was low. âA problem? What, the crush?â You look between them.
Jongseob's composure slipped, his face draining of color before burning bright red. "Don't- stop- that's not-â He sputtered, his words tangling together clumsily. Soul covered his mouth, clearly holding back laughter. "See? Works every time." "Soul," Jongseob hissed through clenched teeth, looking utterly miserable. Soul walks into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. Jongseob's eyes widened slightly at the locked door. "Soul, what the hell are you doing?" his voice was strained, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance flickering across his features. Soul ignored him, casually dropping onto the bed as if this were just a normal part of hanging out. He folded his arms behind his head, looking way too comfortable. "Just getting this done," you couldnât do anything but stay quietly confused. You stood frozen in the middle of the room, completely lost. One minute you were confronting Jongseob about his jealousy, the next Soul had apparently orchestrated the whole thing to provoke a reaction, and now he was locking you in like it was some kind of intervention. Soul patted the empty space on the mattress beside him. "Sit down," he ordered calmly. âI-â you begin to say but you sit down anyways. You sat down hesitantly, your brow furrowed as you tried to wrap your head around the situation. Soul seemed so... casual about the whole thing, like he'd planned this out specifically and knew exactly how it would play out. And Jongseob looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor.
You donât exactly pull away when soul tugs you to rest your back against his chest. Soul settled behind you comfortably, his arms wrapping around your waist, resting his chin on top of your head. It was an incredibly intimate gesture-completely inappropriate for the situation- and yet Soul acted like it was nothing. Jongseob looked absolutely horrified, his face burning red as he stared at the two of you. Soul just smiled approvingly at him. "Now," You stare at Jongseob. Jongseob looked miserable- completely trapped between fury and embarrassment. His eyes kept darting to where Soul's arms were wrapped around you, his jaw clenching each time. The silence stretched uncomfortably. "This is ridiculous," Jongseob finally muttered, his voice strained. "Soul, you can't justâ we weren'tâ" You suddenly piece things together and your eyes widen at Jongseob, âyou were in on it??â It suddenly made sense why Soul- Jongseobs best friend- would set him up like that. It was so they could get you in this position. Jongseob looked like a deer caught in headlights. His guilty reaction was instantaneousâhe couldn't even look you in the eye, his gaze dropping to the floor as his face burned darker than before. He didn't deny it, which was all the confirmation you needed. Soul chuckled softly behind you, vibrating against your back. "Took you long enough,"âBut- why?â
"Because he's been driving us both crazy," Soul said plainly, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "And I know you well enough to know you'd never put two and two together on your own. You're too nice to see when someone likes you." âI donât-â you begin to try and get up but soul holds you down. "Sit," Soul said firmly but gently, his grip keeping you in place. His voice was calm, not threatening, but definitely not open to debate. You were stuck- trapped in this weird, intense situation with Jongseob staring holes into the floor and Soul practically claiming you from behind. "Now," Soul continued, ignoring your protests, "let's discuss this like adults."âDiscuss what?!â "Discuss the fact that Jongseob likes you," Soul stated bluntly, not sugarcoating a single word. "And discuss the fact that heâs too terrified to do anything about it, so I had to intervene." He tightened his arms slightly around your waist, keeping you pinned. "We are fixing this tonight." âBut I donât want- we canât- the companyâ "Company doesn't matter right now," Soul said firmly, his chin still resting on top of your head. "And you're not making this about the company. This is about Jongseob's feelings and your... lack of awareness." He paused, glancing at Jongseob, who looked like he was about to combust. âShota, please stopâ you say when he nudges your legs open but he doesnât listen.
Soul ignored your plea, his hand moving to your knee and keeping it open. Your face burned with embarrassment- he was treating you so nonchalantly, as if your discomfort didn't exist. And you couldn't look at Jongseob's face. It felt entirely inappropriate. Jongseob's jaw was tight, his eyes fixed anywhere but at the two of you. "Keep your legs open," Soul ordered softly against your ear, completely ignoring your protests. You were effectively trapped- his chest solid against your back, his hand holding your knees apart, exposing you despite your sweatpants still on. It wasn't aggressive, just absolutely dominant. Jongseob looked like he was physically dying. His hands were gripping his pillow so hard his knuckles were turning white. "Say something," Soul said to Jongseob, gesturing vaguely between the two of you. "I've done my part. Your turn." Jongseob looked utterly stuckâhis face flushed, jaw clenching and unclenching. He wasn't going to do this. There was no way in hell he would- "I'm not doing this," Jongseob says. You try get out of souls grasp again. Soul tightened his grip instantly, locking your legs open with his own and hooking an arm firmly around your waist to keep your back pinned against his chest. "Stop moving," he commanded quietly, his tone shifting into something dangerously firm. You weren't going anywhere unless he let you.
Jongseob looked physically ill watching Soul manhandle you, his eyes squeezing shut. You finally force yourself to look at Jongseob. You locked eyes with Jongseob, pleading with him. But he was avoiding you entirely- his face burning red, jaw clenched so tight you could see the muscle twitching. He looked absolutely miserable, clearly not wanting to be part of this. Soul's grip remained firm, his chin still resting on top of your head as he watched Jongseob with an expectant look. Jongseob finally cracked, looking absolutely defeated. He dropped his pillow, his expression crumbling into something desperate and overwhelmed. "I like you," he admitted, his voice cracking. "I've liked you for fucking months, alright?" He swallowed hard, his face completely red. "It's not just a stupid crush." Soul immediately squeezed your waist, clearly satisfied. You stay quiet, angry at the whole situation. Soul's fingers teasingly played with the edge of your waistband, dangerously close to dipping lower. You were still wedged between their gazes- Soul holding you physically in place while Jongseob remained paralyzed, clearly overwhelmed by his own confession. Jongseob's eyes zeroed in on Soul's hand, watching as his best friend casually threatened your boundaries. His expression darkened. Soul easily batted your hands away when you try to push his hands away, his grip tightening to restrain you. "Stop fighting," he murmured against your ear, his tone leaving zero room for argument. His fingers continued to toy with your waistband, dipping just barely beneath the fabric. Jongseob watched, his jaw dropping slightly, clearly horrified by Soul's audacity. "Soul, don'tâ"
It was blatantly obvious that Soul was running the show. You were physically pinned, your protests completely ignored, and Jongseob- the one person who might actually intervene- was effectively terrified into submission by Soul's dominance. Jongseob looked painfully aware that crossing Soul right now would result in absolute disaster. Soul tapped your waistband lightly, essentially telling you to behave. You go quiet. Soul manipulated Jongseob like a puppet master- his commands clear and unyielding. "Come here," he ordered Jongseob, patting your stomach possessively. Jongseob hesitated, looking absolutely miserable. But he moved- his body floating toward you like a magnet drawn to metal. Jongseob takes a breath before crawling into the bed and hovering over you. Jongseob hesitated, his body hovering over you. His face was completely flushed, his breath shallow. He was so close you could feel his body heat, but he didn't dare touch you. His hands rested on the mattress on either side of your head. Soul watched with approving satisfaction, his thumbs still holding your legs open against your will. "Good." âJongseobâŠâ you practically beg. Jongseob's eyes snapped to yoursâwide, desperate, vulnerable in a way you'd never seen from him. His carefully constructed composure was completely shattered. "I know," he whispered, voice raw. "This is fucked up. None of this is how I wantedâ" He broke off, pressing his forehead to the mattress beside your shoulder, unable to even look at you anymore.
Soul laced his fingers into jongseobs hair. Jongseob melted instantly into the touch. Soul threading fingers through his hair was a familiar, grounding comfort- their dynamic undeniable. Jongseob practically folded, eyes squeezing shut as Soul stroked him, effectively domesticating him completely. Soul kept your legs pinned open with his own knees, trapping you between him and Jongseob. "Be good, Seob." You turn your head to look between them. You saw the dynamic instantly- Soul, calm and commanding, petting Jongseobâs hair like he was soothing a scared animal. Jongseob was practically unraveling, pressing into Soul's touch despite his earlier mortification, his face buried near your neck. It was terrifyingly clear that while you were fighting, Jongseob had already surrendered. It became undeniable that you werenât getting out of this situation so you lean your head closer to jongseobs ear to whisper, âplease be gentle.â The words slipped out in a desperate, hushed whisper- your voice trembling. You'd officially conceded defeat. Jongseob went absolutely still. His breathing stopped for a moment, his entire body freezing above you. Soul's fingers stilled in his hair. Then Jongseob kissed your neck- soft, reverent, trembling. "I will be," he promised, voice shattered. It took genuine effort, forcing your tense muscles to unravel. You surrendered completely, accepting that you were pinned between two incredibly dominant men who weren't taking no for an answer. Jongseob sensed your submission immediately. He softened instantly, pressing gentle, worshiping kisses along your jaw, throat, and collarbone. Soul kept your legs spread, completely in control of the situation.
Your hands slip down to grasp the sheets beside Souls legs. Your fingers twisted desperately into the sheets, grounding yourself as the only thing you could control. Soul noticed the movement immediately, his hand resting possessively on your lower stomach to keep you steady. You were effectively pinned- legs spread by Soul, body covered by Jongseob. Jongseob pressed another soft kiss to your pulse point. "I've got you," You force yourself to nod. That tiny nod was your final surrender. You were accepting this- two men, absolute control, and Jongseob's overwhelming, desperate affection. Soul rubbed your stomach soothingly, rewarding your obedience. Jongseob melted immediately, understanding that you weren't fighting anymore. He buried his face in your neck, kissing you slowly, worshiping your skin like you were something sacred. âWhat about the others-â You say, remembering that your groups were right outside in the living room. "They won't come in," Soul stated simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "I locked the door. And they know better than to disturb us." He rubbed your stomach approvingly, clearly satisfied with your compliance. Jongseob nodded against your neck, pressing soft kisses to your collarbone. "We have at least an hour." âOkay..â That single, whispered acceptance surrendered your remaining control. You were officially agreeing to thisâbeing shared between two members while the rest of your group sat obliviously outside.
Jongseob immediately treated your permission like gold, pressing impossibly gentle kisses down your throat. Soul kept you grounded, his fingers rubbing your stomach in a slow, rhythmic pattern that kept you calm. "Good girl."Your shirt came up slowly, carefully- Jongseob's fingers brushing against your skin with trembling reverence. He moved at your pace now, watching your face for any sign of distress. When your shirt was bunched at your ribs, he paused, waiting. Soul's hand slid down to hook under the fabric, lifting it higher. Despite jongseobs hesitation, soul tugs it over your head, reaching to unclasp your bra next. Soul worked your bra clasp with practiced ease, unhooking it and sliding the straps down your shoulders. The garment joined your bunched shirt somewhere near your head. Your chest was exposed now, vulnerable and on display between them. Jongseob made a choked sound, his breath hitching. "Soul, Iâ" âItâs okayâ You interrupt Jongseob. Your reassurance cut through Jongseob's panic instantly. He exhaled a shaky breath, his expression shifting from horrified to something more akin to awe. You were permitting this- giving them permission. Soul hummed approvingly, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts possessively. Jongseob stared at you, his eyes dark and reverent. You melt back into souls chest. You completely surrendered your weight against Soul's chest, letting him act as your anchor. His arms came immediately around you, wrapping securely around your torso to hold you steady while Jongseob hovered above. Soul pressed a kiss to your temple. "Good girl," he murmured, rewarding your submission. His hands rested possessively on your ribs, keeping you completely exposed for Jongseob. Jongseob hesitated- your complete submission clearly overwhelming him. But your waiting, your stillness, seemed to embolden him. His hand hovered over your stomach, barely touching skin. He looked up at Soul, silently asking for permission. Soul nodded curtly, one eyebrow raised. Jongseob inhaled shakily, then lowered his hand, fingertips tracing the line of your stomach slowly.
His fingers trembled as they caught in the fabric. He glanced at your face- searching, questioning- before slowly tugging the waistband down your hips. Soul helped from behind, his strong hands gripping your thighs to lift your hips into the air. The fabric slid down, pooling around your knees. You were completely exposed now- vulnerable and trembling between them. Jongseob froze, his eyes roaming over your exposed skin with a mixture of reverence and absolute panic. He seemed overwhelmed by the reality of it- you were completely bare beneath two men. Soul remained steady, his chest firm against your back, holding your thighs apart to keep you on display. "Don't stop now, Seob," Soul murmured, his hand soothing over your stomach. Your breath hitched- that tiny, involuntary sound filling the quiet room. Soul's fingers found your clit with terrifying precision, a soft, deliberate touch that wasn't aggressive or demanding. Just exploring, confirming what he already knew was there. Jongseob watched your reaction with wide, panicked eyes- terrified of the sound you made. "Soulâ" "Soul, she'sâ" Jongseob panicked, watching your hips jerk at the touch. "Sensitive," Soul finished calmly, his middle finger circling your clit with practiced ease. He didn't stop, watching your face with dark satisfaction. "Relax, Seob. Look at her." Soul pressed down slightly, drawing a sharp gasp from you. "She likes it." You turn your head to bury your face in Shotas neck. You buried your face in Soul's neck, hiding from Jongseob's gazeâthe embarrassment and vulnerability of it overwhelming you. Your hot breath fanned against his skin, muffled whimpers escaping you as Soul continued to touch you. Soul held you firmly, one hand stroking your hair while his fingers worked your clit. "Breathe," he murmured against your ear. Your muffled sounds vibrated against Soul's neck, tiny, helpless whimpers that seemed to be driving Jongseob crazy. He watched your body jerk and twist against Soul's touch, your thighs trying to close but being kept apart by Soul's firm grip.
You turn your head, âJongseob, please- I-â Your words came out strained and breathless, fighting to remain composed. Jongseob watched your face, desperate and confusedâclearly needing direction. "Please what?" Jongseob asked, voice cracking. He was looking at your face for guidance, terrified of doing something wrong.Soul's fingers kept circling your clit, pressing deliberately. "Tell him, sweetheart." âNeed youâ Those two words shattered Jongseob instantly. His panic dissolved into absolute desperation- he realized you weren't fighting. You were asking. Jongseob melted, burying his face between your breasts immediately. "I've got you, I've got you," he promised, kissing your skin frantically. Soul rubbed your clit slowly, keeping you grounded. "Good girl." Jongseob pushes Shotas hand away as he lowers his head between your legs. Shota let him push- a calculated move. He kept your thighs spread, letting Jongseob take control of your pleasure while he maintained your physical stability. Jongseob hovered between your legs, face burning with shame and arousal. Your clit was slick- wet with your arousal- and his hands were visibly trembling as he watched you writhe. âJongseob- itâs okay- you can touch meâ Your gentle reassurance completely dismantled Jongseob's last barrier. His trembling hands moved forward, fingertips finally meeting your damp skin. He let out a strangled gasp at the wetnessâhow aroused you were for him. "You're... so wet..." he breathed, voice cracking. His tongue flicked out, tasting your slickness before pressing a reverent kiss to your entrance. Your head rolled back, exposing your throat as Jongseob kissed your entrance reverently. He was trembling- his hands shaking as they gripped your thighs, keeping them spread wide. Soul watched from behind, his dark eyes filled with approval and dominance as he held you still for Jongseob's exploration.
Jongseob seemed to inhale your surrender- the way you let your head fall back, the way your thighs trembled under his touch, the way you had specifically asked for him. He pressed his lips to your slick folds, tasting you slowly. A soft whine escaped him- your arousal was overwhelming. His tongue flicked out, drawing a line from your entrance to your clit. Your back arched sharply, pressing your spine into Soul's chest. Soul caught you immediately, his arms tightening around you to hold you steady. "That's it," he murmured against your ear, watching Jongseob's worship with dark satisfaction. Jongseob's tongue worked your clit with desperate devotion- lapping, circling, sucking gently. Your hands move from the sheets to Jongseobs hair. Your fingers tangled desperately in Jongseob's hair, grounding yourself against the overwhelming pleasure. He whined low in his throat, leaning into your touch like a starving man. Your fingers gripping his scalp seemed to give him the confidence he needed- he began to lick you with more purpose, his tongue flattening against your clit. Soul watched, stroking your stomach soothingly. âI want-â you try to begin to say but fail. Soul heard your broken attempt to speak, his hand moving to cup your jaw, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder. "What do you want, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice low and encouraging, while Jongseob continued his slow, reverent torture between your legs. Your hips rolled involuntarily, chasing the sensation, making it impossible to form words. âS-Seob, I-in meâ you manage to get out.
The broken plea shattered Jongseob instantly. He froze between your legs, his lips glistening with your arousal, eyes blown wide and absolutely trembling. You were asking him to actually take you- permission that terrified him and overwhelmed him completely. Soul immediately recognized your need. "Inside her, Seob," Soul commanded firmly, keeping your thighs spread. "She wants you." âShotaâ you say as you turn your head to look at him. âTake your shirt offâ your eyes wander back to Jongseob âyou too.â Shota's eyes darkened with desire at your command. He quickly pulled his shirt off, revealing his toned chest. Jongseob followed suit, removing his shirt with shaking hands, exposing his pale skin and trembling muscles. Both men were now bare-chested, their eyes locked on you with intense hunger and submission. Your hands settled on Jongseob's chest- warm, trembling under your touch. You were leaning back comfortably against Soul's firm frame, who held you with one arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand traced idle patterns on your stomach. Jongseob stared at your hands on his skin like they were sacred. "Can Iâ" âYesâ you say without even having to hear the request. You watch his hands tug at his pants. Jongseob practically scrambled to push his pants and boxers down, kicking them off with frantic urgency. His cock sprang free- hard, flushed, and leaking against his stomach. He looked terrified, your immediate permission shocking him. Shota chuckled low against your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Eager, isn't he?" Shota snickers. He spits in his hand before bringing it to Jongseobs shaft. Jongseob's cock twitched at the wet, slick feel of Shota's spit. He whimpered- completely undone by the casual ministrations of two people who clearly knew how to handle him. Shota stroked his shaft slowly, watching Jongseob's face for any sign of discomfort. "Relax, Seob. Just let us take care of you."
You could feel the slick between your legs increasing at the sight. Your thighs were impossibly soaked- dripping down onto the sheets beneath you. Jongseob whined at the sight of your wetness between your legs, then looked down at his own cock being stroked by Shota. The contrast was maddening. Shota noticed your reaction- your hips rocking subtly. He smirked. "Look at that, Seob." âStop teasingâ you whine at the both of them. Your whine cut through the room, your body instinctively reacting even as your voice tried to maintain composure. Shota continued his slow, deliberate strokes- watching your face with dark satisfaction. Jongseob swallowed hard, his jaw clenching visibly. His cock twitched against the wetness, a glistening bead appearing at the tip- he was clearly struggling. âPleaseâ you beg. "Please what, sweetheart?" Shota murmured, his hand squeezing Jongseob's cock just enough to make the younger boy gasp. "Please let him fuck you?" Jongseob was trembling, eyes rolling back at the dual stimulation of Shota's hand and the desperate need to be inside you. "She said please, Seob. Move." Jongseob hesitated for a heartbeat, then slowly lowered his hips against your core, the head of his cock barely grazing you. Your thighs squeezed shut instinctively, denying him entrance. Shota let out a low, approving whistle at your reaction- you were clearly not ready. "Eyes open, Seob." Shota forces your thighs open again. Shota's hand was firm on your inner thigh- forcing it back down to expose you completely again. Your legs were completely bare- your slit red, swollen, and dripping onto your thighs. Jongseob was shaking violently now, staring at your wetness with wide eyes. "Look at you," Shota said darkly.
âStop teasingâ tears prick at your eyes. Your voice was breaking- desperate and needy. Shota smirked, enjoying your distress. He pressed the head of Jongseob's cock against your entrance, holding him still. "Teasing? We're just getting started." He looked at Jongseob. âFuck, pleaseâ you beg. Jongseob's hands trembled violently against your hips, fighting against the urge to take you. Your body was a wreck- soaked, desperate, but still denying him entrance. He let out a strangled sound. "I can'tâ" "You can," Shota corrected firmly, pushing just slightly with the tip. "She's asking you to." Shotas hands reach down to spread you to help Jongseob. Shotaâs large hands hooked under your knees, forcing your thighs wide apart and effectively holding you open for him. Your entrance was completely exposed- clenching around nothing, dripping wet and desperate. Jongseob stared at your vulnerability, mouth falling open. Shota positioned the head of Jongseobâs cock directly against your slick hole. "Push." You cry out and roll your head back against shotas shoulder the moment Jongseob listens. Your head hit Shota's shoulder with a sickening, satisfied thud- your entire body jerking as Jongseob's head finally pushed past your resistance. The wet, slick sound of you closing around him echoed through the room-the feel of it seemingly both terrifying and addictive to Jongseob. Shota's grip on your thighs tightened with approval. "That's it," Shota breathed against your ear. "Take all of him." Jongseob let out a broken moan, buried just to the tip now- the stretch of you overwhelming him. Your walls pulsed around him.
Jongseob couldn't stop the whimper that tore from his throat- the heat and tightness of your body gripping him was unlike anything he'd ever felt. He squeezed his eyes shut, his forehead dropping to press against your chest, overwhelmed by the sensation of being inside you. "Keep going, Seob," Shota commanded firmly, holding your thighs open. "Don't stop." Jongseob's hands gripped your thighs desperately, pulling you down onto his cock with a sudden, violent thrust. The sound of his entry was wet and messy- his thick head forcing past your stubborn entrance with a loud schloop sound. He froze immediately, buried halfway, trembling against you. "Shota, I can'tâ" "Keep going," âShota- if he canât- donât force himâ Shota's large hands immediately released your thighs, understanding written across his face. His voice softened. "It's okay, Seob. Just breathe." Jongseob was frozen inside you- halfway buried, shaking uncontrollably. His forehead pressed into your stomach, tears dripping silently onto your skin. He looked like he might pass out from sensory overload. You look at Shota for a moment before telling Jongseob to lay down. Jongseob obeyed instantly, collapsing back onto the mattress. He looked utterly wrecked- eyes blown wide, chest heaving, cock twitching heavily against his stomach. He was terrified of hurting you, overwhelmed by the permission. Shota watched you with immediate understanding, recognizing exactly what you were doing. You were taking control, switching the dynamic to protect Jongseob. You move immediately, going down the bed to hover your mouth over his dick.
Jongseob choked on a breath, his entire abdomen contracting violently as he watched you settle between his legs. The sight of your mouth hovering so dangerously close to his flushed, leaking cock made his hips jerk off the mattress. His hands flew to your hair- trembling, desperate- not pushing you down, just holding on. Shota watched intensely, leaning back on his elbows. You wrap your mouth around him, eyes fluttering closed. You dont even notice shota moving to stand behind you. Your mouth stretched around Jongseob's thick length- the familiar weight and texture making you moan around him immediately. His hands tightened in your hair, but he was being careful- gentle- his hips barely rocking forward in tiny, reverent thrusts. Soul moved with absolute silence, positioning himself directly behind you. You feel Shota now, but barely react, the tension from earlier dissolved. Shota's large hands immediately wrapped around your hips- steadying you, holding you in place. He watched your face with dark satisfaction as your mouth worked Jongseob's length. "Focus, sweetheart," he murmured low against your ear, a warning in his tone. Shota effortlessly shoved his pants and boxers down, letting his thick cock spring free. He immediately positioned himself behind your exposed cunt, dripping wet and perfectly presented. Jongseob was falling apart under you- moaning brokenly, thighs trembling violently as your mouth sucked him with sloppy dedication. He looked absolutely wrecked. Shota ran a hand over your spine. "Good girl." Your hands clenched around Jongseob's thighs- gripping him hard as you felt Shota's blunt tip probing your entrance. You were already half-buried in the younger boy, your mouth working his length, completely oblivious to the fact that you were about to be doubled over. Shota smiled against your curves. "Easy, sweetheart." He pushed just the tip inside.
You moan around Jongseob. The vibration of your moan around Jongseob's cock made him cry out sharply- his back arching off the mattress violently. His hands left your hair to grip the sheets instead, clearly overwhelmed by the sensory overload of your mouth and the sound. Shota took your reaction as permission, pushing deeper with a slow, relentless glide. Shota's thick length stretched you open- filling you completely as he bottomed out. He groaned darkly against your back- the feel of your cunt clenching around him was perfect. Jongseob was completely lost above you, fucking up into your mouth with tiny, desperate hitches of his hips, your name falling from his lips in broken syllables. The dual sensation became overwhelming- Shota buried deep in your cunt, Jongseob throbbing heavily against your tongue. Your eyes rolled back, saliva dripping down Jongseob's shaft, your body trembling between them. Jongseob fell completely apart, hips stuttering up with desperate rhythm. Shota held your hips steady, grinding deep. "That's it, sweetheart. Good girl."Shota began moving- a slow, deep thrust that made your entire body jiggle. Each inward drive compressed Jongseob's cock deeper into your throat. You gagged wetly around him, tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming sensation. Jongseob's hands returned to your hair- not pushing, just holding, apologizing brokenly- "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Your eyes watered further, sensing the change in Jongseob's cock- the way it twitched violently against your palate, swelling impossibly larger. His thighs locked around your head, trembling uncontrollably. He was shaking. Crying. Choking out your name over and over."Spit it out if you can't take it," Shota commanded in your ear. But you do take it, swallowing everything that Jongseob spills into your mouth.
"Breathe," Shota warned you firmly- your cheeks full and heavy. Your throat burned- his relentless pace not easing for anyone. Jongseob was still weeping above you. You rest your cheek against Jongseobs thigh. Jongseob's trembling hand found your head immediately, fingers carding through your hair with desperate gentleness. He was a wreck- a boneless, crying mess- whispering apologies up at the ceiling. "I'm sorryâI'm sorryâ" Shota watched you sag against his best friend with dark approval. He hadn't stopped moving once- still buried deep inside you, grinding slow and deep. âFuck, Shotaâ you moan out. Shota's hand came down on your ass again- harder this time. His cock hit that perfect spot over and over, his grip on your hips bruising. "That's it. Say my name again. Let him hear how good you feel on my dick." Jongseob watched, still trembling, tears still tracking down his face- but his eyes were dark with new lust. Shota then leans down, pressing his lips to jongseobs. Jongseob gasped against Shotaâs mouth- trembling violently, tears still wet on his cheeks- as Shota kissed him deeply. It was filthy and dominating, Shota claiming Jongseob's mouth while he was buried balls deep inside you. Jongseob melted into it, his hands gripping Shota's shoulders, completely submitting to the older man. The sight of it was almost obscene- Shota buried deep inside you, mouth against Jongseob as the younger boy whimpered into the kiss, completely undone. Jongseob's hands trembled on Shota's shoulders, his legs shaking violently. Shota pulled back just enough to whisper against Jongseob's lips, "Good boy."
Just witnessing that almost pushes you over the edge. The visual of Shota claiming Jongseobâs mouth while buried inside you was filthy, devastating, and possessive all at once. Seeing Jongseob submit so completely- tears staining his cheeks, his mouth swollen from the kiss-shattered whatever control you had left. Your cunt clenched violently around Shota. He felt the rhythmic spasms immediately. "There she is," âShota, pleaseâ Shota smirked wickedly against Jongseob's mouth before pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. "Please what, sweetheart? Need to come on my dick?" His hips snapped forward with deliberate force, hitting that perfect spot inside you. âY-yes pleaseâ "Then fucking come," Shota commanded, his thumb finding your clit without warning and rubbing tight circles. His cock hammered that perfect spot inside you relentlessly. "Let him watch you fall apart too." Jongseob's breath caught- he was still trembling, tears still staining his cheeks, but his eyes were dark with lust as he watched you. It didn't take much more. You shattered. You fall limp against the two men.
Jongseob's arms wrapped around you weakly- his body still shaking from his own overstimulation. He pressed a trembling kiss to your temple, then to your lips- gentle and reverent despite everything that just happened. Shota groaned against your shoulder, burying himself deep for the final time as he spilled inside you with a low, satisfied growl. "Good girl," Both men stayed connected- still buried deep in your ruined cunt, while you lay limp between them. Shota's breathing was heavy, satisfied. Jongseob was weeping softly, overwhelmed- but his hand was still in your hair, gentle despite the madness. Shota slowly started to pull out- the wet, obscene sound echoing through the silent room. Shota collapses on the bed next to you. Shota hit the mattress hardâchest heaving, sweat dripping from his forehead. His cock was still painfully hard despite just burying himself inside you. He glared at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath. Jongseob was still propped up slightly on his elbows- watching you with glassy, unfocused eyes. His lip trembled. âHow long were you guys planning this?â Shota snorted, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand- no shame in his expression. "A long time, sweetheart. Way too long." Jongseob's lip wobbled at that- a mix of embarrassment and some dark satisfaction you couldn't quite place. He sniffled, looking down at the sheets. "Shota planned it." âI could tellâ you say, collapsing on your back which makes the two boys cuddle into either side of you. The bed groaned under the weight of the three of you as you flopped onto your back. Instantly, Jongseob buried his face into your neck- sniffling quietly, pressing his wet nose against your pulse. He looked wrecked, all messy hair and tear-stained cheeks. Shota threw a heavy arm across your stomach, pulling you flush against his chest. âJust get some sleep you idiotsâ you whisper. Shota chuckled low against your hair- his chest vibrating with the sound. "Yes ma'am." His grip on your stomach tightened possessively. Jongseob mumbled something incoherent against your neck before his breathing evened out. Within minutes, both men were asleep.
Whilst all three of you were asleep, the door creeks open. Intak crosses his arms in the door way, the key for mistakenly locked doors in his hand. âLucky fucking bastards.â He mutters before closing the door again.
The one where your ex fling gets a bit persistent, not that you mind or anything.
Warnings- smut, blowjob, sub! Yeonjun, pet names, I think thatâs about it
Word Count- 2.2k
âdude, block him or something, heâs been texting you like crazyâ Mika says with a shake of her head. You and Yeonjun had a fling during the spring and you hadnât really talked since, but he wanted to get back together, though, your best friend didnât approve. It wasnât that he did anything wrong, because he didnât, he was actually quite nice. it was just that he didnât want anything serious, but you were getting to the point in your life where you did. You sigh at your dramatic best friend. You stare at the messages on your phone. You two were sitting on the beach, just talking about girl stuff. "You're seriously just gonna sit there and stare at your phone all day?" Mika scoffs, kicking her feet in the water. "Girl, block his ass and move on. You deserve better than some dude who can't commit." She takes a swig of her drink, eyes locked on you with that fierce protective glare only a best friend can give. âBut heâs niceâyou argue but you donât text him back right away. "Nice doesn't fix the fact that he dumped you because commitment scared him," Mika retorts, nudging your shoulder. "And look at you- sitting here, not replying, already hesitating. That's all the proof you need." She pulls out her own phone dramatically. "Give me your phone. I'll do it for you if you can't."
âNoâ you snatch your phone away from her reach. âI just- maybe Iâll go out with him again. Just one more time.â Mika groans, throwing her head back. "One more time? You said that last time and here we are." She shakes her head, but there's concern under her bravado. The sun starts dipping lower, turning the water golden. Your phone buzzes again. A new message from
Yeonjun: missed you today. u free tonight?
You look down, hesitant to defy your best friend, but you do anyways. âNot tonight but I can be tomorrow?â Mika catches the flicker of guilt crossing your face. She looks away, staring at the horizon. "Fine. Go. See if I care," she mutters, but you catch her fist clenching. "Just... don't be surprised if it's a repeat performance, okay? I'm not gonna sit here and cry for you when he pulls his bullshit again." The salty breeze tangles your hair as you lean against the weathered wooden railing of the pier, scanning the path. A familiar silhouette appears in the distance â that effortless swagger, hands in pockets, hoodie slightly too big. Your stomach does that stupid little flip it always did. Mika's warnings echo, but you push them down. He's smiling when he spots you. âHiâ You smile back at him. "Hey," he breathes out, stopping right in front of you. The smell of his cologne- something woodsy and familiar- immediately overwhelms the sea air. He looks good, better than you remembered, hair perfectly messy. He shoves his hands in his hoodie pockets, rocking back on his heels, that charming grin plastered on his face. "You look really good."
âThanksâ you say and the two of you begin walking. He matches your pace easily, shoulders almost brushing against yours. "So, what did you want to do today?" he asks casually, but there's that familiar spark in his eye â the one that always meant trouble. "I was thinking we could just... hang out." âThat new ice cream shop opened up down the strip?â "Sounds perfect," he agrees immediately, that easy grin returning. You walk down the boardwalk side by side, the silence between you comfortable rather than awkward. When you reach the shop, he holds the door open for you like the gentleman he always was. The line is short, and soon you're staring at colorful tubs of flavors. "What are you getting?" âDunno, probably vanillaâ
"Vanilla? Boring," he teases, leaning over to peek at the menu with you. His shoulder presses against yours, and you remember how easily you two used to click. "Try the salted caramel. Or that lavender cheesecake thing everyone's talking about." He orders two scoops and double scoops and somehow manages to talk his way into extra toppings. You stick with the vanilla, taking a seat with him outside. He watches you lick your vanilla cone with that intense focus you remember- the way his eyes always followed your lips. "You never change," he says softly, almost fondly. The sun is high now, warm on your skin. He swirls a spoon in his absurdly loaded sundae. "So... Mika still hates me?" The question hangs there, casual but pointed. âShe doesnât hate youâŠâ
"She definitely hates me," he corrects you, a dry chuckle escaping him. He takes a massive bite of his sundae, leaning back in the chair. "But whatever. We're not here for her." He eyes you over his sunglasses, that familiar playful glint returning. "We're here for us. Admit it, you missed me." âMaybe a bitâ the vanilla drips down your chin before you reach for a napkin. His gaze snaps down to the napkin, then back up to your face, lips twitching. "Maybe a bit?" he echoes, amusement dancing in his eyes. Slowly, deliberately, he reaches out and plucks the napkin from your hand. Instead of using the napkin, he sets it aside and uses his thumb to wipe it away. His thumb lingers on your chin for a moment longer than necessary, his touch gentle but confident. He brings his thumb to his mouth, sucking off the vanilla ice cream with a soft hum. Your cheeks flush immediately, remembering how skilled those hands and that mouth were. "There," âthank youâ
"My pleasure," he murmurs, leaning back with a smirk that says he knows exactly what effect that just had on you. The air between you feels charged again, that familiar electricity sparking to life. He finishes his sundae, tossing the cup. "Walk on the beach?" he asks, standing up and offering you a hand. "Like old times?" âYeahâ You take his hand and follow him. His fingers lace with yours automatically, like they were never apart. He leads you down to the wet sand where the waves barely kiss your feet. The silence is comfortable, filled only by the crash of water and distant laughter from the boardwalk. He swings your joined hands a little. "I meant what I said before. You look really good." The seagulls cry overhead. âYou do tooâ We walk along the shore, settling in a hidden away spot in the rocks.
The hidden spot is quiet, sheltered from the wind by the jagged rocks. He sits down on a flat boulder, patting the spot beside him. The sun is lower now, painting the ocean in shades of amber. A breeze ruffles your hair. He watches you, eyes tracing your silhouette against the setting sun. "So," he murmurs, his voice losing that playful edge. You look over your shoulder at him, âyou want something from me, hm?â His gaze snaps up to meet yours, something vulnerable flickering in those deep eyes. For a moment, he just looks at you- really looks at you- like he's trying to memorize your face. Then he sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah," he admits quietly. "I do." Youâre about to speak until he admits how he hasnât been with anyone since you. The admission hits you instantly. Not one girl. Since you two broke up. That silence stretches between you, heavier than the ocean waves. You realize instantly what he meant earlier with that thumb swipeâit wasn't just about ice cream. He misses everything. The intimacy, the way you fit together, specifically the mouth stuff he was obsessed with. He reaches out, thumb brushing your lower lip
You melt into his touch. Your reaction is automatic, leaning your head into his hand like a neglected cat seeking attention. You realize exactly what he's admitting- he hasn't touched anyone since you. Not sex, not head, nothing. The guy who used to be terrified of commitment has been faithful to a breakup. His thumb strokes your bottom lip slowly. "Missed this," he whispers. "Missed you." âYou need me?â You whisper, almost brokenly. The question makes him stiffen- needy is the last thing he wants to sound like. He pulls his hand back slightly, jaw tightening. "Not needy," he corrects, but his voice lacks conviction. The tide is coming in, water lapping closer to the rocks. He stares at the horizon, avoiding your gaze. "Just... haven't found anyone else whoâ" âSo, needy? Itâs okay~â You tease softly. He groans, burying his face in his hands immediately. That was exactly the tone you used to use to destroy him- the sweet, playful babying that made him instantly submissive. He drops his hands, looking pathetically exposed. "Stop," he warns, but there's absolutely no bite in it. He looks totally wrecked. "I am not needy."
You sink to his knees before him. His breath catches visibly, chest rising sharply. The playful facade cracks entirely- because your knees in the wet sand looking up at him is exactly what he's been dreaming about for the past two months. His hand drops to your hair, fingers threading through the strands almost desperately. "Fuck," he breathes, eyes half-lidded. "I didn't-" âItâs okay, I want to help you.âHis grip in your hair tightens just slightly, not enough to hurt, just enough to feel possessive. "You don't have to-" he starts, but his voice is already shaking, the lie transparent. His hips shift unconsciously, that familiar nervous energy from his single days when he was too embarrassed to ask for what he wanted. You look around, once you note that no oneâs around, you begin to untie his shorts.
His abs tense immediately, the sound of fabric rustling in the quiet space making his heart race. He lifts his hips involuntarily, helping you push his shorts and boxers down. His length springs free, already semi-hard from the stress of the situation- needy and embarrassed about being needy. âDonât be embarrassed, itâs cuteâ you wrap your hand around him. His hand instinctively comes up to grip the back of your neck- not to stop you, but to hold himself steady, steady the shaking that's already started. His hips barely move the way he'd prefer, but those old habits die hard. A shaky breath escapes him. "I'm not... I'm not cute," âcâmon, your neediness is always the best part.âThe way you say that- neediness, like it's something delicious rather than pathetic- makes his cock twitch against your palm. He groans, eyes fluttering shut. You used to tease him like this before, calling him needy, bratty, desperate... and he'd always fold. The worst part is he's still exactly the same. His fingers tighten in your hair.
âThere you go, good boyâ you whisper before wrapping your lips around him. His eyes fly open, a choked gasp escaping him at the sudden heat of your mouth. Good boy. Those two words hit him like a punch to the gut, memories of you whispering it to him during head, during fucking, during those desperate late night calls flooding back. His hips buck forward sharply, driving his dick deeper into your mouth. You peak up at him, hallowing your cheeks. The sight of you looking up at him with hollowed cheeks completely undoes him. His jaw drops slack, head falling back against the jagged rock behind him. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue, his hand shaking where it grips your hair. That praise-"good boy"- clearly broke the last of his composure. He's leaking into your mouth instantly, pathetic and overwhelmed.
"Shit- fuck-" he stutters, hips starting to move with desperate little jerks. His thighs tremble visibly, that specific combination of praise and suction reducing him to a gasping mess. The warm ocean breeze does nothing to cool him down. One hand is fisted in your hair while the other grips the rock behind him like he might fall over. "Fuck- fuck- please- " The protests turn to desperate pleas, loud enough to echo off the rock walls. His voice cracks, raw with frustration and need. His hips start thrusting on their own, erratic, uncontrolled. "Not- I'm close- shit-" You swallow around him. The perfect suction, the perfect pace, the perfect memory of exactly how he likes it- it breaks him completely. He's arching off the rock, back bowing as a high, keening noise escapes him. "C-can't- fuh-please-" His cock swells, hitting the back of your throat in uneven jerks.
He comes with a broken cry that echoes off the rocks, the tide rushing in behind him. White spills down your throat, ropes hitting with a force that suggests he's been holding this in for months. His whole body shakes, hand sliding from your hair to cup the back of your head desperately, keeping you there like you might leave him hanging. "Shit-â You sit back on your heels, his seed dripping down your chin, almost exactly like the ice cream before. He watches the cum drip down your chin, mirroring the ice cream from earlier. His breath hitches, chest heaving. He's completely unraveled, shorts around his ankles, hair messy, cheeks flushed. Slowly, he reaches out a trembling hand to gently wipe the mess from your chin. Before he can pull away, you grip his wrist and bring the fingers to your mouth, cleaning the mess.
The one where you and your childhood best friend promised to give each other a chance if you were both single by 25.
Warnings- smut, mention of abuse (not inflicted on any character), mutual pining, handjob, cunnalingus, unprotected sex, creampie, just cutie fluffy smut.
Word count- 9.4k
When Mingi and I were 13, we made a promise to each other. One that exactly stated that if we were both single by 25, weâd give each other a chance. It was later noted that if it failed, the friendship couldnât end no matter what. Years had passed since then and not much thought was given into it. Not until it was three weeks until my 25th birthday, and pretty much every date I tried to get, failed. I tried my best to keep any of the dates, either Iâd get ghosted or Iâd get icked out by the date. Mingi was beginning to find it funny, but i definitely was not laughing.
DATE ONE
I was sitting in a fancy restaurant, wearing a fancy black dress with fancy shoes and fancy hair and makeup. This place was too classy for me, I felt out of place. My date then arrived and I felt relief wash over me, I was ready to get ghosted like the last three dates I tried to go on. The man was slightly older than me, about four years, but he was clearly rich, not that I was complaining. His name was Austin. I sit there, picking at my expensive salad, wondering if I should just order the most expensive steak on the menu since his bill will probably cover it. Austin is talking. Something about real estate. He keeps glancing at his watch. My phone buzzes under the table. Mingi.âDude stop checking your phoneâWait. âYouâre a creepâ I text him back âdude, stop following me, go homeâ I look over my shoulder and glare at my best friend. But I look back at Austin as he continues talking. Austin barely notices the slight distraction. He thinks Iâm just checking my phone. Most people do. He's not used to being interrupted. "So yeah, my firm just closed a deal in Chelsea," he says, his tone conversational but a little smug. "The guy really pushed for a lower rate, but I told him..." I begin to zone out but I nod. He takes my nod as genuine interest and leans in, his confidence blooming. "Honestly, I think it's about knowing your worth. You can't let people walk all over you, you know?" He pours me more wineâeven though I barely touched the first glass. "Say, what do you do for work?" My phone buzzes again.
I ignore the message. I clear my throat âenvironmental science.â Austin looks immediately impressed, leaning in slightly. "Environmental science? That is incredibly sophisticated. Smart woman." He smiles, revealing perfect teeth. "That requires serious intellect. Must keep you busy." Under the table, my phone buzzes violently. Not once, not twice, but three times in rapid succession. Mingi is definitely getting annoyed. I thank Austin before glancing at my phone. The messages keep coming.
Mingi: I'm not leaving.
Mingi: This guy is a bore.
Mingi: He's been talking about Chelsea real estate for 20 mins.
Mingi: Also his watch cost more than your car.
Mingi: .-.
Austin notices my glance. I put my phone in my purse so I wouldnât get distracted from the messages. I go back to talking to Austin. âI actually just got my degreeâ "Congratulations," Austin says, raising his wine glass in a mock toast, clearly impressed. "Fresh degree. Thatâs ambitious. I like that." He takes a slow sip, his eyes scanning my face, perhaps calculating if I fit his lifestyle. "So, what's the plan? NGO? Corporate sustainability? Or are you heading into research?" My purse vibrates against my leg. âConservationâ I mumble. It didnât make much money so I didnât know what his reaction would be. Austin's expression flickers brieflyâjust a hint of something that looks like disdain, quickly masked by a practiced smile. "Conservation, huh? That's... noble." He pauses, swirling the wine in his glass. "Must not pay very well, though." âUh.. yeah, no, it doesnât but I care more about the impactâ I laugh nervously. "Impact," Austin repeats slowly, like the word tastes strange in his mouth. "Cute." He sets down his fork deliberately. "You know what really has impact? Building. Changing a city's skyline. Leaving something permanent." He leans back, gesturing vaguely at the restaurant. "This place? I own part of a company that developed the complex it's in."
âOh.. thatâsâ i nod, ânice.â "Nice?" Austin repeats, his tone slightly mocking. "It's more than nice, sweetheart. It's a multi-million dollar investment. I could buy and sell your little conservation projects with the change in my pocket." He smiles, clearly enjoying his own importance. I slowly nod and pull my phone out of my purse to check the messages. Mingi's texts are flooding in:
Mingi: Did he just say 'sweetheart'?
Mingi: Ghost him
Mingi: I'm getting your keys
Mingi: I'll pick you up at like... the back exit?
Mingi: I'm parked close he'll never see us
Austin notices the phone again, his jaw tightening slightly. I huff out air and put my phone away again âso is it like a family business?â "Generational," Austin answers smoothly, clearly loving the question. "Third generation. My grandfather started the firm, my father expanded it, and I've doubled the assets." He taps his expensive watch. "I handle the acquisitions mostly." He leans forward, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Essentially, I don't work. I manage." My purse vibrates violently again. âSo⊠what do you usually do during your days?â Austin laughs, a condescending little sound. "Golf, mostly. Gym. Lunch meetings with investors. I travel to check on sitesâParis last month, Tokyo next week." He shrugs like it's nothing. "I don't really *do* anything. That's the point of having money." He swirls his wine. "You wouldn't understand." âSo youâre getting paid to do nothing?â "Pretty much," he says, utterly unbothered. "And I'd rather that than... whatever it is you do." He glances at his watch dismissively. "Look, it's been fun, but I've got a call from Singapore in twenty." He signals the waiter for the check without asking you. "Let's call it." My phone buzzes again.
âYeah⊠I was gonna go anywaysâ I say simply before petting up and pulling out my phone again. Austin raises an eyebrow at my abrupt departure but doesn't seem offended. He hands over his black card to the waiter without a second glance. I look at the notifications as I walk to the back exit. As I walk out the back door, I see Mingi leaning casually against my car, looking incredibly cute and somewhat annoyed. He holds up my keys dramatically when he sees me. "Took you long enough." He smirks, pushing off the car. "So, how was Prince Charming?" âNever do that shit againâ I roll my eyes, referring to the literal stalking he did by following me to the date, and snatch my keys from him. I get in the drivers seat. Iâd never admit it but I was a bit thankful for Mingi being there. Mingi slides into the passenger seat, immediately adjusting the air conditioning. "Don't blame me. You're the one setting yourself up for disaster." He glances at me sideways, something unreadable in his expression. "So? Was he as insufferable as he looked?" My phone lights up with a text. Probably Austin, confirming the date was a bust.
âYesâ I begin driving âjust some rich prickâ "Shocker," Mingi deadpans, drumming his fingers on his knee. "Rich guys are always the worst. It's the 'I don't actually work, I just manage money' syndrome." He leans his head back against the seat, watching the streetlights blur past. "So that's... what? Date number four down the drain?" I groan dramatically as I pull into my driveway. âthis is bullshitâ Mingi hops out of the car, following me to the front door with his hands in his pockets. "Well, on the bright side, at least you're consistent," he teases lightly. As I unlock the door, he leans against the frame, looking down at me with a small smile. âYou can go home nowâ I shake my head at him. "Yeah, yeah," Mingi says, pushing off the doorframe but not moving away immediately. He watches me for a moment longer than necessary before stepping back. "I'll see you tomorrow?" His tone is casual, but there's something almost hopeful in his eyes. âMaybeâ I shoo him away before closing my front door. Mingi stands there for a second after the door closes, a strange expression on his face before he finally turns and walks back to his car. He shakes his head slightly, muttering to himself as he gets in.
DATE TWO
todayâs date was one Mingi surely couldnât crash. It was a nature walk- the beach- perfect for me. The guy was someone new, some hippie sort of guy. Mingi knew I was going on the date and where, he always knew- just in case. But I made him promise not to come. I approach my date once I arrive. The guy, Leo, is exactly what I need. Loose linen shirt, barefoot, messy curls falling into his eyes. He's sitting cross-legged in the sand, absolutely radiating peace and hippie energy. He smiles warmly when I approach, standing up and giving me a soft, non-pretentious hug. âHey, sunshine." âHiâI smile as we begin walking. "So I heard you're into conservation," Leo says, his voice mellow and genuine. He kicks at the sand as we walk along the shoreline. "That's really cool. We need more people actually doing something for the planet, you know? Not just talking about it." He glances at me. "What kind of work exactly?" My phone is in your purse. âIâm not sure yet, I actually just graduated, still looking for an opening, yâknow.â "Ah, fresh out of the academic world," Leo nods, smiling understandingly. "No pressure then, right? Just exploring options." He pauses, picking up a small seashell and examining it before slipping it into his pocket. "You'll figure it out. Follow your passion, yeah?"
âYeahâI smile. We walk along the beach, just talking, until the conversation went a different way than I particularly wanted it to. "So... do you believe in soulmates?" Leo asks out of nowhere, looking at me seriously with those big, earnest eyes. "Like, cosmic connections?" I freeze slightly. This is where the date usually goes off the rails - when guys start talking about destiny and the universe like it's a pick-up line. Before I can answer, my phone buzzes in my purse. âHmm, I dunno, do you?â "Definitely," Leo says with a firm nod, his eyes glittering almost fanatically. "I believe that the universe brings people together for a reason. You know, like how we met - it was fate, right?" He reaches out and gently squeezes my hand. âYeahâŠâ I laugh a bit nervously at the way he was looking at me. "I'm telling you, I felt it the moment I saw your profile," Leo continues, squeezing my hand again. "Like, instant recognition. My intuition was screaming 'this one.' And now here we are, walking on this beach, at this exact moment in our lives..." My phone buzzes again. Then again. And again. In rapid succession.
I ignore it. But then he mentions Mingi, having seen him on my instagram. "So who's your... close friend I keep seeing in your photos?" Leo asks, his tone not quite hostile but clearly curious. "That's Mingi, right? The one with the really intense stare?" He looks at me. "You two are close, huh? Inseparable or something?" My phone buzzes again. The messages keep coming. âUh, yeahâ i nod. "You two ever mess around?" Leo asks bluntly, not bothering to beat around the bush. "Because you can tell me. I respect honesty." His pace slows as he watches my face carefully, like he's waiting for the right answer. Meanwhile, my phone is positively vibrating itself out of my purse. I can practically hear it screaming for attention. âNoâŠâ I fight the urge to check my phone but I fail. I pull my phone out of my purse. Leo watches me pull out my phone, his expression turning mildly annoyed. He opens his mouth to say something else when suddenly, my phone lights up with a barrage of messages. The notifications keep popping up one after another - all from Mingi. I unlock my phone to see the flood of texts.
I see a screenshot of an assault charge Leo had. I try to play it cool, texting Mingi to come pick me up. I donât let Leo know I know, we continue walking. Leo notices Iâm distracted but assumes it's just a normal text conversations. He keeps talking, oblivious to the fact that Iâve just been given a massive red flag about him. Meanwhile, Mingi's text responses keep coming in rapid fire, clearly indicating that he's on his way. "So..." âSo?â I say, as chill as I could. "So, I just think we have a real connection here," Leo says, stepping a little closer than before. The casual ocean breeze suddenly feels heavier. "You ever just... know something without words?" His hand reaches for my hip. "Like the universe meant us to-" My phone buzzes. Mingi: "I'm five minutes out. Keep him talking." âYeah, no, I mean like I agreeâ I nod. Leo smiles warmly, completely buying my act. "See, that's exactly what I mean. That cosmic alignment." He slips his arm fully around my waist, pulling me against his side. "I really think we're meant to explore this. Deeply. Soul connections aren't casual, sunshine." My phone buzzes again. Mingi: "Two minutes. Do NOT let him isolate you." As soon as I see Mingis truck, I b line and I practically sprint to it. âdrive driveâ I say to mingi.
Leo blinks in surprise as I suddenly dash towards Mingi's truck, his arm left hanging in the air. Mingi immediately starts the engine and speeds off before Leo can even process what happened. Inside the truck, Mingi gives me a sharp look. "What the fuck was that?" âOh manâI run my hands down my face. âIâm gonna die alone.â "No, seriously," Mingi says, his usual casual tone replaced by something almost angry. "One minute you're walking with that freak, the next you're sprinting to my truck like your life depends on it. What happened back there?" âNothing,â I scoff. âhe seemed nice, what you sent freaked me the fuck out.â "Good. That was the point," Mingi snaps, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "That guy has a literal assault charge from two years ago. Not just 'got in a fight at a bar' assault. Restraining order type shit." He glances over at me, his jaw tight. "You ignored every single text warning you until the very end." âYeah well, you spam me during every date I go on.â I huff and look out the window. "And thank fuck I do," Mingi retorts sharply. "Because clearly you have zero instinct for self-preservation. Every time you go out with some random dude, I'm the one making sure you don't end up in a ditch or worse." He pulls into my driveway and parks roughly.
âIs it me?â I look at him âlike dude, I canât keep a single date.â "Maybe," Mingi mutters, his eyes flickering to the window as he processes the question. His jaw tightens. He doesn't answer immediately. Then, almost offhand, he turns back to the steering wheel. "Yeah. Maybe it's you." He clicks his seatbelt off with a final, harsh snap. "You can't read a room for shit." âYouâre such an assholeâ I frown. "And you're too damn trusting," Mingi shoots back, his voice echoing slightly in the quiet car. He leans back against the door, his arms crossed. "You'd fall for a puppy-eyed smile and a sweet line, even if the guy was obviously a creep." I go quiet until he speaks again. Mingi notices my sudden silence and rolls his eyes. "Don't give me that look," he says, unbuckling his seatbelt completely. He turns in his seat to face me fully. "Remember our pact?" And then it all flows back. How we told each other weâd give one another a chance if we failed at fearing by 25. But I still had a week left. Mingi taps the center console, perfectly recalling the exact terms. "We made a pact. Explicit deal." He stares at me. "If neither of us found someone serious by twenty-five, we stop dating strangers and give each other a shot." He checks his watch. "You have one week left." He raises an eyebrow. "Seven days." âYou really remember that?â
"Of course I remember," Mingi says, his voice softer now. "I don't make promises I don't intend to keep." He pauses, jaw working slightly. "It's not like I'm suggesting we do anything now. You've got a week left to find your soulmate or whatever fucking thing Leo was selling." He nudges my shoulder with his knuckles. âOkay okayâ I sigh, the mood lightened a bit. "Good," Mingi says, tone returning to that casual drawl I know. He cracks the window. "Now get out. I got shit to do. And you need to stop looking like a kicked puppy." But he doesn't move to open his doorâhe waits, making sure I get inside safely. Always does. The pact or not, he's always been that guy.
DATE THREE
It was about three days until my birthday. I had real hope in this guy. He seemed normal, had a normal engineering job, a small normal house, a normal look. He invited me to a normal restaurant. I find the table heâs sat at and we click immediately. He is exactly what Iâve been needing. Normal. Grounded. Stable. He laughs at my jokes, has excellent manners, asks genuine questions about my post-grad life, and doesn't mention cosmic connections or destiny. It's effortless conversation. Over appetizers, he compliments my dress, and over dinner, he talks about his engineering work in a way that's actually interesting, not arrogant. His name was Lucas and I was drawn in immediately. I updated Mingi a few times throughout so he didnât spam my phone. After dinner, Lucas even walked me to my car. Lucas kisses my cheek at the driver's door, sweet and respectful. "I genuinely had an amazing time," he says, rubbing my arm softly. "We should definitely do this again soon." He's wholesome. Normal. Absolutely perfect boyfriend material. My phone buzzes- not Mingi spamming, but a single text from him. âHow was it?"
I open my phone when I get in my car. âI think I did it, like seriously, he asked me out again tomorrow.â My phone lights up with Mingi's response almost immediately. âNo shit? Details." He adds a series of questioning emojis- clearly interested but trying to play it cool. I can almost hear his skeptical tone through the text messages. âIs he actually decent this time?" I text him all the details, smiling as I do so. âSounds too good to be true. Suspicious." His usual response. âSend me a pic." I roll my eyes but oblige, snapping a quick photo of Lucas's profile and sending it. Mingi's response is instant. âFuck me, he's actually handsome."
DATE FOUR
it was now the day before my birthday and I was on my second date with Lucas. Lucas takes me to a charming little bookstore cafe. He remembers I liked reading and picks out a couple of books he thinks Iâll enjoy. He actually listens when I talk about your favorite genres. No red flags. No cosmic destiny talk. No restraining orders. He's just... âgoodâ. My phone buzzes discretely in your bag- just a check-in from Mingi. We talked in the cafe for a long time. But it seemed too good, seemed like I was getting my hopes up. As the sun starts to set, painting the sky outside the cafe windows in warm oranges and pinks, Lucas reaches across the table to gently squeeze my hand. "Hey, I was thinking... it's your birthday tomorrow, right? We could do something together, if you want." He smiles softly, thumb brushing my knuckles. My heart flutters. I almost say yes but then i remembered I had plans with Mingi both later tonight and tomorrow âi..â Lucas watches my face closely, sensing my internal conflict. "If you already have plans," he says gently, not offended in the slightest. "I completely understand. Family plans? Friends?" My phone buzzes in your pocket.
âFriendsâ I nod âwell, friend.â Lucas nods understandingly, his grip on my hand loosening. "Well, I don't want to steal your friend's thunder," he says with a warm smile. "But maybe we can do something the day after? My treat." My phone buzzes again- Mingi's name flashing on the screen. I look down at my phone. Mingi was impatient as fuck "Well? Did you say yes? Is he still breathing? Also, what the fuck is taking so long, we're gonna be late for resâ" The message trails off mid-sentence, clearly cut off mid-rant. I snort softly, shaking my head at Mingi's predictable impatience. I tuck my phone in my pocket. âOkay,âI look at Lucas. Everything seemed to click. All of these dates were stupid. Part of me felt bad for what I was about to tell Lucas, but the other part came to the most important realization. âyouâre perfect, yâknow,âI tell Lucas, âbut you deserve a girl who isnât caught up with another guy.â i admit âuhm⊠heâs my bestfriend.â I nod then shrug âsince we were kids.â Lucas stares at me for a second, processing that, then the most understanding smile spreads across his face. He doesn't get offended, defensive, or weird. He realizes exactly what Iâm saying- Iâm not emotionally unavailable, you're emotionally occupied.
"He has your heart," Lucas guesses gently, squeezing my hand. "The childhood best friend pact." He taps my fingers. "Go." âThank you,â I whisper before Iâm already up and walking. Lucas watches me leave, a mix of understanding and something unreadable in his eyes. He knows when he's been outclassed by history and genuine feelings. As I hurry out of the cafe, my phone buzzes incessantly- Mingi's name flashing repeatedly on the screen. I answer Mingis call âIâm comingâ Mingi's voice comes through the phone, a mix of relief and annoyance. "Finally! Jesus, I was about to send out a search party. Where the fuck are you?" He pauses, hearing my hurried footsteps. "Wait, did you just... leave him?" His tone shifts to disbelief. âIâll tell you about it when I get thereâ. I hang up before Mingi can argue. Ten minutes later, I pull into the restaurant parking lot, spotting his car immediately. Mingi is leaning against the driver's door, arms crossed, tapping his foot impatiently. He spots my car, pushing off the door and looking at me intently as I park, clearly waiting for an explanation. âWhat?â I notice his look. "What the fuck is going on?" Mingi demands, falling into step with me as you walk toward the restaurant. "You didn't answer any of my texts. That's never you." His eyes are sharp, searching my face. "Did he try something? Because I swear toâ" "It was nothing bad," I interrupt, grabbing his arm to make him slow down.
DATE FIVE
âIâll explain when we sit down, believe me, youâll want to be sitting downâ Mingi slows down at my touch, looking at me with confusion and concern. He nods slowly, letting me pull him inside the restaurant. The hostess greets us both and leads us to a table. Mingi waits until weâre both seated before leaning forward, eyes fixed on me intently. âI left himâ I say simply âI mean, I wasnât gonna ditch you or anything.â Mingi blinks at me, completely taken aback. "You... left him," he repeats slowly, processing this information. A small, confused smile tugs at his lips. "Just like that? No drama, no scene, no 'let me explain' bullshit?" âNo, I mean, he was totally cool about it.âI nod, hoping he wouldnât ask why I left. Mingi's eyes narrow, that familiar, sharp gaze of his scanning my face. "He was cool about it?" He tilts his head, suspicious. "Why exactly?" The question comes out before I can stop it, his tone blunt and unhesitant. "You left a guy who seemed genuinely decent and was completely fine with it." I go quiet. The silence stretches between us, Mingi's suspicious gaze never leaving my face. He leans back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're not telling me something," he states flatly. "What happened that made you leave him so abruptly?" His voice is low, demanding an answer. âUhmâŠâ I laugh nervously.
Mingi's expression shifts- something unreadable flickering in his eyes. He uncrosses his arms, leaning forward again, eyes darkening. "Spit it out," he says quietly, almost dangerously calm. "You're doing that nervous laugh thing you do when you're about to tell me something I'm not gonna like." His fingers drum impatiently against the table. âYeah, well⊠no⊠I think you might like itâ I look away. That makes Mingi pause, his drumming fingers going still. His head tilts, that unreadable expression deepening. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?" His voice is lower now, cautious. "Did you...?" He searches my face, some realization dawning on him that he refuses to put into words. "Just fucking say it." âI donât wanna say itâ Mingi's jaw tightens. He reaches across the table abruptly, fingers wrapping around my wrist, not harsh, but firm, holding me in place. "You don't get to start something like that and then backpedal," he says, voice dropping. "I know that look. You've had that look since we were sixteen and it always means the same thing." âThirteenâ I correct, then sigh âokay, okay. I kinda sorta left because I felt bad because I was like focused on you the whole time and I was like âwow maybe I shouldnât date another guy when Iâm kinda sorta really in love with my best friendââ I say in a fast mumble, almost incoherent.
Mingi's entire expression goes blank. His hand on my wrist goes slack, but doesn't let go. For a long moment, he just stares at me, processing what I just mumbled out. His brain visibly short-circuits. "...What." It isn't a question. It's a statement of pure disbelief. "Say that again, slower." âYeah⊠I donât think I canâ I look away. His jaw tightens. He exhales through his nose, jaw working like he's trying to keep something in check. His thumb brushes against my wrist- hesitant, almost unconscious. "You're shitting me." It's not a question. He's searching my face for the punchline, the joke, the inevitable "just kidding." âMingi, Iâm not jokingâ His eyes widen. His lips part like he wants to say something, then snap shut again. His thumb stops its hesitant brushing and presses firmly against my pulse pointâalmost like he's checking if Iâm real or a fucking dream. "You're... fuck," he whispers, voice rough. âIt wasnât fair to himâ I shrug softly. "No, it wasn't," Mingi agrees immediately, his voice dropping an octave. He's staring at me like he's seeing me for the first time in twenty years. "Because you've apparently been in love with me since we were thirteen and didn't fucking think to mention it?" His hand tightens around my wrist. "You left a perfect guy because you love me."
âIs that⊠I dunno, a problem? Do you not feel-â "No," he cuts me off sharply, pulling his hand back from my wrist like he'd been burned. He runs both hands through his hair, gripping the roots painfully tight. "No, asshole, I feel exactly what you feel and you just wrecked the last two years of my life." His voice cracks slightly on the last word. âYeah, okay, dipshit, that means it goes both waysâ I kick him under the table. He was still my bestfriend. Mingi yelps, jerking his leg back and glaring at me, but the outrage is purely theatrical. "Don't kick me, asshole, I'm having an existential crisis." He rubs his shin, leaning forward aggressively. "We have both been in love with each other since we were literal children and we're just realizing this now? This is your fault." âNuh uh! Howâs it my fault?!â "Because you spent two years dating random fucking guys instead of noticing your best friend was obsessed with you!" Mingi argues immediately, throwing his hands up. "I have been suffering. Literally suffering. Watching you go on dates with guys who weren't me. That is emotional terrorism." He kicks me right back under the table. "We literally missed twelve years." I rub my shin, âUh yeah, how many girls have you went out with? Oh yeah, weâre on the same boat you idiot.â
"Okay, fair point," Mingi snaps, glaring at me. "But my dates meant nothing! They were distractions! You were apparently genuinely trying to find someone else." He leans across the table, pointing an accusing finger in my face. "We are absolute morons. We wasted over a decade being cowards." He drops his forehead onto the table with a loud groan. I crack a smile. âGod, youâre an idiotâ I lean back in my seat. "Asshole," Mingi mutters, still facedown on the table, but his voice is smiling. Typical best friend banter- only now, it's laced with years of unspoken feelings. He lifts his head, meeting my gaze with a mix of exasperation and affection. We get through the dinner like we wouldâve any other day. When he walks me to my car, he stops me before I can get in. Mingi stops me abruptly, his hand briefly resting on my car door to keep it closed. He's standing unusually close, his typical cheerful facade replaced with an intense, serious expression you've never seen from him before. "Wait," he says firmly, his voice lowering. "Back up." He points at me. âYeah?â "We just spent twenty minutes arguing about who the bigger idiot was," Mingi says, stepping closer, eliminating the remaining space between us. "We established we've been in love since we were thirteen. We wasted years dating other people." He looks down at me, intense and focused. "I'm not letting you get in that car until we define what the fuck we are now." I think for a moment before smiling softly at my own idea. I lean up and press a soft kiss to his lips. âI still have one more night until our pact starts, you can wait.â Mingi's eyes widen briefly, his breath catching at the sudden kiss. His hand that was on the car door moves to my waist, pulling me closer as he parts his lips slightly, deepening the kiss instinctively. When I pull back with that mischievous smile, he blinks rapidly, processing.
The next morning, I was with my mom in her living room, making preparations for my birthday party. It was mainly just going to be family and some close friends- like Mingi. My mom is currently directing decorators, putting floral arrangements on tables and organizing the massive buffet setup. It was my tradition- the birthday bash was always family-oriented, intimate but chaotic. Mingi, obviously, was practically family. He had attended every single one since we were toddlers. My mom glances over her shoulder. "Sweetheart, Mingi is coming over early, right?" âYeah, probably, why?â "Because that boy has been your shadow since you were five. If he's not here helping you open presents, something's wrong," she says with a laugh, unknowingly hitting the nail on the head. She's always loved Mingi like a second child. Like clockwork, he walks through the front door, way past the knocking stage. Mingi walks right in, his usual casual demeanor in place, but his eyes immediately search for me, locking onto me with that new intensity that's been developing since last night. He's carrying a ridiculously large gift bag, the kind you'd expect from someone who panics when picking presents. "Yo, birthday girl," he calls out, not even glancing at my mom.
âYes, Mingi?â He strides over to where Iâm sitting, dropping the comically large gift bag onto your lap with a heavy thud. "Happy birthday, brat." He leans down, pressing a loud, obnoxious kiss to the top of my head, something heâs done a thousand times before, but his hand lingers on my shoulder a second longer than necessary. I bite my cheek to suppress a smile as he walks past me to help my mom with decorations. He starts helping my mom without being asked, his usual easygoing nature on full display. He laughs at one of her jokes, his deep voice echoing through the room. As he moves around, he steals glances at me, his eyes lingering for a moment too long each time. Eventually, people begin to arrive to the party. The house quickly fills with chatter, laughter, and the overlapping noise of relatives and close friends. Itâs chaotic, exactly how my family likes it. Mingi seamlessly switches into his role as honorary family member, greeting my aunts and uncles, accepting cheek-pinches from my grandma, and keeping an eye on me from across the room. Once everyone arrives, Mingi makes his way over to me. He slides into the seat next to me, grabbing a drink from the table and taking a long sip. "So," he murmurs, keeping his voice low so relatives won't hear. "Last night. You kissed me and then dropped the biggest fucking bomb in our history, and now I have to act normal around your grandma?" He rubs his face, struggling to keep his composure. âYeah, at least until the partyâs overâ I look at him, âplease?â
He lets out a frustrated groan, dragging a hand down his face. "You are evil. Actual evil." He leans closer, keeping his smile plastered on for my approaching aunt. "I am going to explode. We have a literal decade of feelings to unpack and you want me to make small talk about the weather until after cake?" He side-eyes my aunt. "Fine." âThank youâ I nudge him, âIâll make it worth the wait, I promiseâ Mingi nearly chokes on his drink at my whispered promise, his eyes widening momentarily before he quickly regains his composure as my aunt reaches the table. He forces a cheerful smile, launching into a conversation about the weather and the latest gossip from their neighborhood, all while stealing glances at me with barely contained intensity. The night goes by quickly, dinner, dessert, presents, spending time with family. Mingi fit right in, and for a moment I couldnât understand why I took so long to notice him. As the night winds down, my house gradually empties out. My mom retires to her room, leaving Mingi and I alone in the living room- surrounded by scattered gift wrappings and half-eaten dessert plates. Mingi flops onto the couch, running a hand through his messy hair. âNuh uh, get up, youâre helping me clean up.â
"Excuse me?" He shoots me a look, but there's no real fight in it. He groans dramatically, pushing himself up off the couch. "I helped with the entire party, brought the biggest gift, made nice with your grandma, and now you want more?" He steps closer, lowering his voice. âBoyfriend dutiesâ the moment the words come out of my mouth, heâs already grabbing a trash bag. Mingi freezes for half a second, his eyes locking onto mine with that familiar intensity-only now it's mixed with something new, something like wonder and disbelief. Then he's moving, grabbing a trash bag with a speed that suggests he's been waiting his entire life for those two words. "Boyfriend duties, huh?" he mutters, bending down to collect discarded plates. I just nod simply, watching him clean up with a soft smile. He moves around the room, efficiently gathering wrapping paper, half-empty glasses, and stray plates. He does it without complaining, his usual cheerful banter keeping the mood light. But every few minutes, he catches my gaze- lingering longer now, his eyes tracing my features like he's memorizing something. The "boyfriend" thing still has him visibly buzzing beneath the surface. I watch him as he approaches once finished.
Once he's finished, he drops the full trash bag by the door, turning to face me with his hands on his hips. His chest is rising and falling a bit faster than usual, his cheeks slightly flushed-whether from exertion or something else, Iâm not entirely sure. "There," he says, nodding at the tidy room. âThank youâ He offers me a soft, tired smile, walking over to where Iâm sitting. He drops down onto the couch beside me, immediately leaning back and stretching his long legs out. "Anytime," he murmurs, glancing around the now-quiet living room. "Party was a success. Your mom's happy, grandma loves me, house is clean." I just look at him with a soft gaze. He turns his head to meet my gaze, his expression softening at the gentle look. For a long moment, he just holds my gaze, something unspoken passing between us. Then, without a word, he reaches out and pulls me into his side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tucking me against him. "C'mere," I cuddle contently into his side. He settles into the familiar closeness- but with the new weight of those two words hanging over everything. His thumb traces lazy circles on my shoulder, his chin resting on top of my head. It's domestic. Comfortable. Exactly how it's been for years- but different. "So," he says carefully, staring straight ahead at the empty room.
âSo?â He tightens his arm around me, his voice dropping low. "We survived the party. I successfully played the role of 'best friend' all night while internally screaming about being your boyfriend." He turns his head, pressing a kiss against my temple. "So... boyfriend duties officially start now? Or do I get a grace period?" âWell, kisses are definitely a boyfriend thing so⊠do you want a grace period?â He lets out a low chuckle, the vibration rumbling through my side. "Absolutely not," he says instantly, shaking his head. "I waited years for this. You think I'm taking a grace period on kisses?" He shifts, gently maneuvering me so Iâm turned toward him, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. "No grace period. Kisses. Now." âMmm, you sure?â I tease. He groans, low and impatient, his thumb stroking my jaw. "Please tell me you're teasing. Please, please tell me you're asking me if I'm sure because you're being cute and not because you actually doubt this." He leans in slightly, closing some of the distance. "Baby girl. I have been in love with you since we were thirteen." âOh manâ I snicker âyouâre too cute to teaseâ I press my lips to his. He melts into the kiss instantly, his hand sliding from my cheek to the back of my neck to hold me steady. Itâs soft and lingering, completely different from the rushed, panicked kiss last night. Thereâs no hesitation now- just a decade of finally being allowed to love me pouring into a single moment. When he finally pulls back, his forehead rests against mine. "I hate you," âYeah?â
"Yeah," he breathes, his nose brushing against mine. "Because you just put me through twelve years of torture, and now you expect me to be a functional human being? Impossible." He kisses me again, quick and sweet. "Also, 'make it worth the wait'? You're already failing that promise." He pulls back with a smirk. âOh I can keep that promiseâ He raises an eyebrow, his smirk turning into something far more dangerous. "Is that a threat?" he murmurs, his hand dropping from my neck to rest low on my waist, fingers pressing in firmly. "Because I'm holding you to that. You said 'worth the wait,' birthday girl. That is a high fucking bar considering I waited a decade." âMm, talk to me, what would make it worth it?â He leans back, getting comfortable, his thumb stroking my hip as he actually thinks about it. "Everything," he says simply. "I want the gross domestic shit. I want falling asleep on the phone every night. I want you stealing my hoodies. I want to be the person you call first when something happens." âFunny, we already do all of thatâ I tilt my head. He pauses, his voice dropping. "And I want the intimacy." I swallow hard âYou do? Now?â"Yes. Now." His hand slides down to squeeze my thigh firmly, absolutely serious. "Ten years of wanting you and being your 'best friend' exclusively. I am done with boundaries." He taps my nose softly. "I want lazy kisses, intimate touches, naked cuddling, sex, everything. I want the entire boyfriend package." He eyes my throat. "Immediately."
âMy mom is in the next roomâ I whisper, not arguing when he pulls me into his lap. "I know," he murmurs back, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me close. "But I've waited ten years to touch you like this, and now I can't stop." His hands spread out over my back, fingers pressing into my muscles. "Is this too much?" âNo! No- please, Iâve waited too longâ He grins against my neck, the relief evident in his tone. "Good. Because I have been dying." He trails kisses along my jaw, teeth grazing my pulse point. "Ten years of pretending I didn't want to bend you over in my bedroom. Ten years of keeping my hands off you when you'd sit so close. Every fucking night I dreamed about this." âYou shouldâve told meâ I whine. "And say what?" he breathes against my skin, his hands sliding under my shirt to touch bare skin. "Oh hey, by the way, I'm in love with you and want to have sex with you regularly? Your dad has a shotgun, birthday girl." He nips at my earlobe. "Plus, you were my best friend." âI still amâ I frown. "You are. And that's the best part," he whispers, his hands spreading out on my stomach possessively. "I get to keep my best friend and finally touch her like I've always wanted." He pulls back to capture my mouth in a deep kiss, his hands slowly inching higher under my shirt.
I pull my shirt over my head for him. He instantly groans, dropping his head forward against my chest. "Jesus fucking Christ." His hands immediately map over my bare skin, smoothing up my ribs, thumbs tracing the underside of my breasts. This is no longer best friend territory. This is years of desperate longing finally being allowed to touch. "Your mother is literally one wall away." He massages my breasts anyway. âThen you better keep quiet, hm?â He chuckles darkly, his fingers finding my nipples and pinching them softly. "Deal." He leans in, his mouth closing over one nipple while his other hand slides down to unbutton my jeans. The room is silent except for the quiet sounds of his mouth and my hushed breaths. My hands find their way to tangle into his hair. He moans low against my skin, the vibration sending shivers through me. "Touch me as much as you want," he murmurs, flicking his tongue over my nipple. "Twelve years of imagining these hands in my hair." His fingers work my jeans open, sliding down inside to finally, finally touch me bare where Iâm already wet from just being this close to him. âShit, Mingiâ my fingers tighten in his hair. "Shh," he breathes, moving to suck on the other nipple. His fingers trace my inner thigh, sliding higher until he reaches my center. He groans against my chest. "Ten years. I used to walk into your room, sit on the edge of your bed, and have to hold myself back from spreading your legs."
âShouldnât have held backâ "Tell me that while I'm touching you like this," he murmurs, teasing my entrance with one finger. "You saying you wanted this back then too? When we were eighteen? Twenty? My hand inside your pants in your childhood bedroom?" He pushes one finger inside slowly, groaning at the wet heat. "Would you have let me do this under the desk in calculus class?" I move my forehead to rest against his, trying to focus on not letting any sound out, until I finally say, âwe should go to my room.â He holds my gaze, pupils fully blown, his breathing ragged. "Good call." He pulls back, adjusting his clothes, his voice rough. "I need a door that locks, a bed, and some space where your mom can't hear me." He pauses on the way , checking his reflection in the hallway mirror. I look at him and smile softly âcâmon, you look goodâHe glances at me, his expression softening. "You always say that." He takes my hand, intertwining our fingers as we walk to my room. Once inside, he locks the door behind him and turns to face me. "I'm not just trying to get laid here," he says seriously. âI amâ I pull him to the bed with me. "You're ridiculous," he laughs quietly, climbing onto the bed and hovering over me. "I'm saying this is important to me." He kisses me deeply. "So if you're just trying to fuck your friend, tell me now." He kisses down my neck.
I pull away to look at him âMingi..â I frown. It hurt a bit that heâd even suggest that. He instantly stops, catching the hurt expression on my face. He freezes, his hands hovering over my waist. "No, hey, hey," he whispers, seeing the frown. He drops his forehead against mine immediately. "I didn't mean it like that. I promise." He pulls back to cup my face properly. "I meant that I don't want this to be casual." âNeither do I.â He searches my face, looking for any sign of doubt or uncertainty. Finding none, he smiles softly and kisses me again, slowly. "Good." He starts to kiss down my body again, his hands roaming over my bare skin. "Because I'm in love with you. And I want to do this right." He kisses my stomach. "Slowly." âI dunno if I can handle slowlyâ I whine. He laughs against my skin, the vibration sending sparks through my stomach. "Impatient little brat," he murmurs affectionately, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my jeans and panties to tug them down my legs together. "You waited twelve years. You can wait five minutes for me to eat you out properly." He tosses my clothes to the floor, spreading my thighs. I stop him.
He freezes instantly, hands immediately pulling back, abandoning my thighs completely. "Hey," he says softly, his expression turning serious immediately. No rushing, no assumptions. "What is it?" He crawls up, hovering over me instead of diving between my legs. "Too much? Wrong timing? Need to stop?" His eyes lock on mine, checking your emotional state. "Talk to me." I smile, âNo, Mingi, I just want you naked tooâ "Oh," he laughs softly, relief and desire washing over his face. "Right. Yeah." He immediately starts unbuttoning his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. He's careful, deliberate in his movements, enjoying the anticipation building between us both. "You want to touch me?" âYes pleaseâ He smiles, tossing his shirt aside and then quickly removing the rest of his clothes. Naked, he climbs back onto the bed, crawling over me slowly. "Touch me," he whispers, guiding my hands to his chest first, then lower to his stomach, then finally wrapping them around his length. I press my lips to his as I begin moving my hands. He groans into my mouth, a low, vibrating sound that I can feel in my chest. His hips rock instinctively into my hand, his body betraying just how desperate he is after a decade of waiting. "Fuck," he breathes against my lips, his forehead dropping to mine. "Your hands feel better than I ever imagined." He pulls back slightly to watch me stroke him.
I pay attention to his face, noting what movements made him let out the most sound. I quickly learn exactly what drives him crazy. Long, slow strokes up the shaft make his head fall back with a broken groan. A twist of my wrist over the head makes him gasp loudly, his eyes slamming shut. And rubbing my thumb over the sensitive slit makes him literally whine, his hips bucking helplessly. Iâm realizing my best friend is incredibly responsive. Iâm not in any hurry, but it seems like he is when he steals the dominance. As if on cue, Mingi suddenly grabs my wrist to stop my hand's movements. His eyes snap open, dark with need and a hint of that familiar dominant streak Iâve always known him to have. "Enough," he growls softly, his voice rough with desire. "My turn." I drop my hands to my sides. His eyes darken approvingly. He doesn't waste time- he moves down my body slowly, deliberately, making eye contact the entire way. He knows Iâm watching him, tracking his movements. He kisses down my stomach, my inner thighs, pausing just outside my panties. "Twelve years," he murmurs against my skin. "Twelve years of biting my tongue." âThen stop teasingâ I tangle my fingers in his hair again. He chuckles low, the vibration against your inner thighs making your legs twitch. "Bossy." He doesn't tease anymore. He hooks his arms under my thighs, yanks my hips forward, and dives in. His mouth presses flush against me, his tongue flattening for a long, slow lick through my folds that steals the air right from my lungs. No build-up. No teasing.
âO-oh, fuck, Mingiâ I moan, the thought of being quiet in the back of my head. He doesn't answer- his mouth is too busy. He sucks on my clit, hard, making me jolt. He watches my breasts bounce with the movement. He spreads me wider with his shoulders, licking deeper, finding me wetter than he ever imagined. I force myself to sit up on my elbows to watch him. My eyes on him makes him even more aggressive. He loves that Iâm watching- that Iâm seeing how much he actually wants this. How good he wants to make me feel. He circles my clit with his tongue, then sucks it back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. I fall back onto the bed, my back arching into him. He hums against me, feeling my back arch, pushing me further into his mouth. He loves that Iâm responsive, that Iâm not quiet about how he's making me feel. He slides one hand under my ass, tilting me up for better access, his tongue diving deeper inside me. âMingi~ Mâgonna..â He doubles down immediately. His mouth clamps tighter around my clit, tongue flicking rapidly as he sucks, not letting up even for a second. He holds my hips down to the mattress when I start to squirm, forcing me to take it. "Let go," he commands, his voice vibrating against me before his tongue returns to work. "Come on. Let me have it." My brain short circuits as I cum against his mouth.
He drinks me down, licking through my orgasm. His name falls from my lips in broken gasps and he commits the sound to memory- another thing he'll replay in his head for the next twelve years. When I finally stop shaking, he kisses his way up my body. My thighs are trembling, my breathing ragged. He's hard as a rock, pressed against my stomach. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, bringing his lips back to mine. He melts instantly into the kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue. His weight settles comfortably between my legs, dominant but incredibly gentle. He kisses me slowly, deeply, realizing this isn't just sex. This is twelve years of friendship turning into something else. He pulls back enough to nose against my cheek. "I've got you," he whispers. "I've absolutely got you." âNeed youâ I whisper. He nods, his thumbs stroking my hips. "Then take me." He presses a kiss to my neck, then slides one hand down to his length. He strokes himself slowly, letting me watch. "Twelve years of wanting this." He shifts, positioning himself between my thighs, his hard cock pressing against my entrance. "Tell me you want me too." âI need you, Mingi,â I repeat âplease, I canât- pleaseâ.
That shatters his remaining control. "I've got you, I've got you," he murmurs, his voice strained. He lines himself up and pushes inside, agonizingly slow, forcing my body to accommodate the stretch after years of waiting. He drops his forehead to mine, breathing raggedly as he fills me up inch by inch. "Tell me if it's too much." The sound that comes out of my mouth forces him to press his hand over it as I let my head fall back against the pillows. He presses his palm firmly against my mouth, muffling the sounds spilling from me. "Fuck," he breathes, completely buried inside me now, unable to move for a moment. Iâm gripping him so tightly it's almost painful. No- actually a little painful. Mostly perfect. "Good girl," he praises, watching my throat work as I try not to scream. My hands creep around his back, my nails digging into his shoulder blades. He hisses softly at the sting, his hips bucking involuntarily deeper inside me. "Shit," he mutters against my neck, my nails leaving little red marks on his back. He starts moving slowly, carefully, testing how deep he can go before I make those perfect noises again. I have to bite my lip hard to hold the noises inside.
He notices what Iâm doing- how my jaw clenches, how my teeth dig into my lip, how my body tightens around him trying to stay quiet. "No," he says firmly, pulling back to thumb the bruised skin. "I want to hear you. All of it." He leans down and captures my lower lip, sucking it gently to ease the pain. âBut- my mom-â "Shh," he soothes, releasing my lip and pressing a gentle kiss to it instead. "I'll make sure she doesn't hear. I promise." He starts moving again, rolling his hips slowly and deeply. "But you're going to let me hear every single sound you make, understand?" âY-yeahâ He rolls his hips again, harder this time, testing his claim. He watches my face carefully, his hand still covering my mouth just in case, but his body is telling me he expects me to break. "Good girl." He hits a spot inside me that makes my back arch off the mattress and a muffled whine escapes around his palm. His eyes widen- he found something. As he continues to hit the spot, I let my moans flow through my lips just quiet enough for him to hear.
His eyes darken with satisfaction as he hears my quiet moans. He focuses on that spot relentlessly, his thrusts becoming more deliberate and deeper. Each moan from me encourages him to go harder, faster. His hand moves from my mouth to grip my hip tightly as he hits that sweet spot over and over. I couldnât think coherently to warn him how close I was. He notices it immediately- the way my inner walls start fluttering around him, my breath hitching in my throat, my body tightening like a bowstring. "I know," he whispers, reading me perfectly without me needing to say a word. "I feel it." He doesn't stop; he grinds his hips against that spot harder, pushing me right to the edge. Tears prick at my eyes and I pull him closer to me, our chests pressed against one another as I cum around him. The moment I cum, he's done for. My orgasm squeezes him so tightly he sees stars, and my tears against his cheek completely destroy him. He buries his face in my neck to muffle his own groan as he follows me over the edge, coming deep inside me. I wrap my arms around him once again as he collapses on top of me. He stays there for a long moment, catching his breath, pressing soft kisses to my neck and shoulder. His weight feels good on top of me, his arms wrapped around me possessively. When he finally pulls back to look at me, his eyes are soft and filled with something new- something beyond friendship.
I smile up at him, âthat was the best present you couldâve ever given me.â
The one where the vampire you were meant to be hunting isnât quite what you expected.
Warnings- Smut, oral (fem! Receiving), heavy emotional themes, semi public, Niki lowk being emotionally unstable but not THAT mean. If I missed anything, pls let me know!
Word count-7.8k
It was a mistake, truthfully, accepting the offer by the high king to come into these woods in the midst of the night to maybe- just maybe- catch the vampire that had put the kingdom into distress for centuries. Realistically, it was a suicide mission. In what world could a young woman like me take down something so powerful an army couldn't even dream about touching? Not in this one, I knew that much. So when I was alone in the wild, in the cold of the snow that began to cascade softly down from the sky, surrounded by God knows what creatures, I started a fire. Only when I heard howls nearing in the pitch black of woods, did it truly dawn on me that I shouldnât have taken this job, even if it meant helping my ill sister like how the king promised. Thatâs when a figure passes in the shadow, and I knew tonight would be my last night. Suddenly I felt someone over my shoulder, gripping my neck from behind, it had to be him. âYou have a death wish being hereâ he says in a hushed whisper. I was sure he had been watching me- I was sure he knew I was a hunter. But then the howls halted, he had scared them away, I donât dare to speak. Niki sighed softly, his breath warm against my cold skin. He tightened his grip around my neck, pulling me closer. âYouâre freezingâ He stated, noticing how my body trembled. He smelled like vanilla and mint, a weird combination for a vampire. âIf youâre going to kill me, then kill me.â I finally say in spite. Niki threw his head back and laughed. The sound echoing through the forest. He loosened his grip around my neck but didnât let go completely. âFeisty little hunter, arenât you? I should snap your neck right now and save myself the trouble.â âYou shouldâ I responded swiftly. Instead of killing me, he spun me around so I was facing him. His eyes were black pools, with no pupil or iris, just endless darkness. He looked like death itself, but his expression was confused rather than angry. âYouâre not afraid of me?â I was, I really fucking was. âIf I was, I wouldn't have come out here.â I settled for a lie. His confusion deepened. No human had ever talked to him like that, without fear or revulsion. He felt something unexpected- interest. âWhatâs your name, hunter?â His voice was low, almost gentle compared to his previous deadly tone. His fangs gleamed in the dim light. âY/nâ I say as I finally look at him. Nikiâs eyes lingered on my face, taking in the exhaustion, the blood loss from past wounds I clearly hadnât properly treated, the frostbite threatening my fingers. âY/n,â He threatened my name like he was savoring it. His thumb brushed against my freezing throat. âYouâre already dying out here.â He tilted his head, studying me.Â
âI wouldâve pulled through.â I pull away when he lets me go. Niki let me step back, watching me carefully. âWith what? You're half frozen, you smell of old blood and newer wounds, and that pathetic little fire wouldâve done nothing against the blizzard coming in three hours.â He gestured toward the horizon where dark clouds were beginning to gather. âYouâre a shitty hunter, y/n.â I donât say anything. I truthfully knew nothing about the approaching blizzard. Niki watched me shiver, my defiance weakening as reality set in. The temperature was dropping fast, and I had no real shelter. âCome to my home. Warm up. Then weâll discuss why you thought you could kill me.â he pauses before speaking again, âDecline, and youâll be dead by mourning, not from me.â I took a deep breath, he was unfortunately right, âfine.â Nikiâs lips curve into a small, satisfied smile as I accept his offer. He stepped closer, his tall frame looming over me. âLetâs goâ I follow him through the snow. We walked through the deepening snow, his undead steps leaving no prints behind. The wind howled around us, but he seemed oblivious to the harsh weather. As they approached the distant castle, its dark towers piercing the stormy sky, Niki suddenly vanished, reappearing inside the grand entrance hall. I cross my arms to keep myself warm as I enter. Maids rushed in, gasping when they saw me. âMy lord, a-â One started but Niki cut her off with a sharp look. âSheâs with me.â He waved at me dismissively. âGet her warm clothes and a bath. Now.â The maids scrambled to obey, leading me down winding corridors lined with torchlight while Niki disappeared into shadow. I have no choice but to follow them. The maids led me to a grand bathroom with a massive tub already filled with steaming hot water. They helped me undress, their hands gentle as they removed my frozen clothes. One of them murmured, âHe never brings outside guests home⊠especially not hunters.â They powered me into the bath carefully. I take a deep content breath as I feel the warmth. The hot water felt like heaven against my frozen skin, reviving my numb limbs. The maids chattered quietly about how unusual this was- Niki never allowed anyone inside his domain, let alone a hunter. They left me alone with fresh black robes. WHen I emerged , I found Niki sitting in a throne-like chair by the fire, watching me.Â
âHiâ I say simply, the robes wrapped tightly around me. Nikiâs dark eyes traced over me in the borrowed robes, taking in my damp hair and flushed skin. His eternal cold eyes softened almost imperceptibly. âLess⊠dead.â He gestured to the empty chair across from him. âSit. How many were sent with you?â He already knew the answer- he wouldâve smelled them if there were more. âJust meâ I respond truthfully. Nikiâs eyebrow raised slightly, a flicker of something- amusement? Concern?- crossing his face. âSuicidal or stupidâ He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, studying me like I was a curious puzzle. âYou came alone, on foot, through a blizzard , to kill a vampire centuries older than you.â He tilted his head and I just huffed, "It wasnât my fault, it was orders.â âAh, orders.â Niki repeated the word slowly, as if tasting it. âSo, youâre just a loyal little soldierâ He smirked, leaning back in his chair. âTell me, y/n, does your organization know how utterly useless you are?â He paused, waiting for a reaction."It wasnât just thatâ I admit âThere was a reward, soâŠâ I sigh. Nikiâs smirk turns into a full blown grin, showing off his sharp canines. âAh, money. The root of all stupidity.â He stood up suddenly, moving closer to me with inhuman grace. âHow much were they offering for my head?â His voice was low and dangerous. I looked up at him before beginning, âThey were going to give my little sister treatment, sheâs ill.â Nikiâs expression softened at my admission, his fangs retracting. He saw the desperation in my eyes, the love for my sister driving me to risk my life. It piqued his interred and stirred something unfamiliar in his chest. âWhatâs wrong with her?â âCancer, I thinkâ I look away from him. Nikiâs eyes flashed with a strange emotion as he processed my words. Cancer- a human disease, deadly and at this time uncurable. He remembered the pain of watching loved ones suffer and die from such illnesses before his own turn to immortality. âAnd they promised her treatment if you killed me.â It wasnât a question. âYeahâ I take a deep breath. Niki went still for a moment, something shifting in his dark eyes. Then he turned away, walking toward the window without a word. Minutes passed in silence before he spoke again, voice quieter than before. âHow old is she?â He didnât offer false sympathy or empty promises- just a question, testing whether your story held weight. âFiveâ I answer quietly. âFiveâ Niki repeated softly. He turned back to face me, his posture less predatory now. For a moment, he looked almost human. âI could heal her.â My breath caught in my throat. He raised a pale finger, stopping your words . âBut I want something in return, y/n.â His lips curl slightly. âSomething you might not be willing to give.â I keep my eyes on him, âWhat is it?â Niki stepped closer, his presence overwhelming even without menace. âYour service.â The word hung in the air between you. âFor the next five years, you work for me. Not the hunters. Not your organization, Me.â He watched my face closely. âIn exchange, I cure your sister, provide for her completely, and you get to see her whenever you want.â
I lean back into my seat. âHow do I know youâre telling the truth?â Nikiâs smile became something colder. âYou donât.â He admitted it easily. âBut consider this- a vampire has no reason to lie about healing a child. We find such things,,, amusing, perhaps, but not worth deceit over.â He tilted his head, "Besides, I can prove it.â âHow?â âOne night.â He held up a single finger. âIf you stay in my castle one night- a single night of warm beds and hot meals- Iâll take you to her myself. Let you see her cured.â His dark eyes held mine. âThe organization already abandoned you, y/n, You didnât return. They will find another volunteer.â He lets that sink in. âHow will you get to her?â âI am faster than the wind.â He tapped his temple. âI can move undetected through walls, guards, and systems. Humans cannot stop me from entering a hospital.â He gestured to the window. âBefore the sun rises, I can bring you to her bedside, heal her, and bring you back before anyone even realizes youâre gone.â I shake my head, âYou have to bring her here, theyâll kill both of us if they realize I've betrayed them. Niki studied me for a long moment, then let out a low chuckle. âClever.â His respect for me shifted, deepening. âA hunter who thinks beyond âfirst kill, ask laterââ he moved to the hearth, picking up a glass of warm red liquid- blood, I realize. âYour sister stays here. Under my protection.â I nod. âThen itâs settled.â Niki finished his blood in one smooth motion, setting the glass down. âIâll retrieve your sister tonight. Youâll stay here with me for five years.â He paused, then added softly, âAnd y/n?â His voice dropped lower. âNo more trying to kill me.â âI wasnât planning on it.â I sigh and move to sit on the bed. Niki watched my exhausted form collapse onto the bed. He uncharacteristically felt something soften inside him- perhaps pity? Or admiration? I was a hunter, trained to kill his kind, and yet here I was, trusting him with my sisterâs life. His lips curled into a half smile.Â
I sit up half an hour later when I hear my little sister run into the room. She was happy, while I expected her to be scared. She jumpers into my arms. My little sisterâs voice was filled with life, no longer weak and raspy. She was healed, radiating health. âThe nice magic man flew me here with his powers! He said I donât have to be sick anymore!â She hugged me tightly, completely unaware of the significance of the deal I had made. As I hug her, I look over my shoulder at Niki, who was standing silently at the doorway.. Niki leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the reunion with an unreadable expression. His dark eyes met mine over my sisterâs head, a silent communication passing between us. The deal was done. SHe was cured. I was his for five years. About an hour later, I get her asleep on the bed before I get up to find Niki, the same robes from earlier cascading down my frame. Niki was in the study when I found him, pouring himself another glass of blood. He turned as I entered, his gaze immediately drawn to the way the robe hung off my shoulders. âIs she asleep?â He asked quietly, respecting my need for privacy after such an emotional reunion. I nod silently. âGood.â He set the glass down, turning fully to face me. The candles flickered, casting long shadows across his sharp features. âCome here, y/nâ Not a command, but an invitation. He patted the armrest of a high backed chair near the fire. âWe need to discuss terms and you look like youâre about to fall over.â I nod and sit in the seat, âWhat will my job be?â He begins to thoroughly explain the details of my job- simple things really such as being his personal aide- but he doesnât leave out the mention that his private quarters are off limits. I donât say anything else before taking a deep breath, âOkay,â âGood.â Niki set his glass down, the sound sharp in the quiet room. âYour five years start tonight. During that time, your sister will live comfortably, attend school, and remain untouched by the outside world's dangers.â He moved closer, crouching down so he was eye-level with my seated form. âGet some sleep, y/nâ âI donât think I canâ I admit. Nikiâs eyebrow raised slightly, âWhy not?â He asked, not moving from his crouched position. The firelight danced across his pale skin, casting shadows in his hollow cheeks. âYou finally got what you came for. Your sister is healed. Safe.â He studied me with those dark, unreadable eyes. âSo why canât you sleep?â âI donât know,â I sigh. âLiar.â The word came out almost soft, almost gentle. Niki reached out, his cool fingers brushing a stray hair from my forehead. âYouâre afraid.â He stated it as a fact, not a question. âAfraid this is a dream. Afraid youâll wake up and sheâll be sick again. Afraid you just traded one cage for another.â He lets on a long pause before speaking again. âThatâs understandable.â Niki settled onto the floor in front of me, legs crossed, looking up at me as if I'm an equal. âYouâve spent your life hunting my kind. Now youâre living with one. Working for one. Trusting one with your sister's life.â He exhaled, though he didnât even need to breathe. I look down at my lap. I was ashamed that I was doubting someone who already helped me more than my king ever did. Nikiâs cool finger hooked under my chin, lifting my face. âDonât.â His voice was firm but not unkind. âDonât shame yourself for having doubts. Youâre human. Youâre trained to see us as monsters. I donât expect you to trust me overnight.â He held my gaze. âBut I earned your trust today. I helped your sister.â
âI knowâ All I could do was nod. Niki released my chin, his hand dropping away. âThen focus on that.â He stood up smoothly, his movements fluid and silent. âYour sister is asleep in the next room. She is healthy, she is safe. That is the reality." He gestured towards the hallway. âGo back to bed, y/n. Even if you donât sleep, rest your body.â I listen to him. I hardly got any sleep that night but I didnât quite mind. I get dressed the next morning before I wake my sister and get her dressed. When the sun rose, my sister bounded downstairs in a bright dress, her laughter echoing through the castle halls. Niki watched from the top of the stairs, his expression softening slightly as he took in her healthy appearance. He descended slowly as you approached with her, his movements calculated to appear non threatening. Breakfast was an elaborate affair- fresh fruits, breads, cheeses, and a pot of strong coffee for me. My sister devoured everything like she hadnât eaten in weeks. Which, in some ways, she hadnât. Niki sat at the head of the table, picking at rare meat with his fingers, watching my sister with something akin to satisfaction. I tell my sister to go play in the garden with the maids once she finishes eating before I look at Niki. Nikiâs dark eyes followed my sister as she scampered off with the maids, her laughter fading down the hallway. When she was out of earshot, he turned that intense gaze back to me. âYou look exhausted.â He started flatly, pouring me more coffee from a silver pot. âDid you sleep at all? You need rest.â âIâm okay.â I assure. âLiarâ Niki repeated the word from the night before, but with a hint of something almost resembling warmth. âYouâre running on empty, but you wonât admit it because you think you owe me somethingâ He drummed his fingers against the table. âYou owe me your loyalty for five years. Not your health. Or your sanity.â My gaze goes to him, âIâŠâ I sigh and lean back in my seat, âIâm okay, I swear. Niki didnât look convinced. He watched me for a long, silent moment, his dark eyes assessing the dark circles under my eyes and the slight slump of my posture. âSuit yourself.â He finally said, leaning back in his chair. âBut donât expect me to be sympathetic if you collapse from exhaustion in the middle of your day.â He signalled a maid.Â
I followed him out to the garden shortly after that, watching as he approached my sister. Niki moved with an unnatural silence across the grass, his dark coat contrasting sharply against the vibrant blossoms of the garden. My sister spotted him immediately, her fear non existent as she abandoned the dolls the maids provided to run towards him. Instead of recoiling, Niki knelt smoothly, catching her as she launched into his arms. Niki lifted her high in the air, making her giggle wildly. He spun around slowly, her small laughter echoing through the garden. The maids watched in shock, halfway expecting him to hurt her. Instead, he gently placed her on his shoulder, ruffling her hair. I watched them as I leaned against a pillar with my arms crossed. I was in disbelief that this was the same man that I was ordered to kill. My sister chattered happily, her little hands playing with Nikiâs hair as he walked around the garden with her. He listened attentively, nodding to her nonsense words with a soft murmur. The contrast between the dangerous predator and the gentle giant was surreal. I take a breath as he sets her down and approaches me. Niki approaches, his smile fading as he notices the distant look in my eyes. âSheâs happy here.â He said quietly, stopping beside me. His shoulder almost brushed against mine as he leans against the same pillar. âThatâs what you wanted, isnât it?â He didnât wait for an answer. âThen stop punishing yourself for getting it.â âI donât deserve thisâ I shake my head. âDeserving has nothing to do with it.â Nikiâs voice was low, barely above a whisper. âYou made a contract, not a confession of worthiness.â He looked at me sideways, his profile sharp against the morning light. âAnd yet here you are, acting like every kindness I extend needs to be earned through suffering.â He pushed off the pillar, âIt doesnâtâ I thought about his words for a moment, I owed him in so many ways. âCan we talk alone?â I ask softly. Nikiâs gaze flickered toward my sister, still engrossed in picking flowers with the maids. âOf course.â He said simply, already leading me down a secluded path deeper into the private archway. Once the two of us were hidden from view, he stopped and turned to face me. âTalk.â Instead of talking, I irrationally press my lips to his. For a moment, Niki was still. Then his hand came up, cupping the back of my head gently as he returned the kiss. His lips were cool, but soft as they moved against mine. The kiss was slow, almost searching, like he was trying to understand something. My hands wander up to grip his collar. Nikiâs other hand came to rest on my waist, pulling me gently closer. The kiss deepened slightly, his tongue brushing my bottom lip before he remembered himself and pulled back. His dark eyes searched my face, confusion and something softer swirling in their depths. ây/n,â âI knowâ I say as I catch my breath. He didnât step away, his hand remaining warm against my waist while the thumb of his other hand brushed gently against my cheekbone. He looked unsettled, the composed vampire mask slipping to reveal something dangerously human. "You're exhausted,â he murmured, reading my labored breathing easily. âAnd you choose now to do this?â His tone wasnât angry, just bewildered. âWhy?â I didnât have an answer, not a real one. âI just wanted to.â âYou just wanted to,â Niki repeated slowly, his thumb still tracing along my cheek. He was so close I could see the faint pulse of his throat, the subtle rise and fall of his undead chest. âIs this what you do when youâre falling apart? You reach for the monster instead?â He didnât sound angry, he sounded almost⊠hurt?
I furrow my brows, âYouâre not a monster.â âAm I not?â Nikiâs lips curved into a self deprecating smile. âIâm a vampire, y/n. I kill men for a living. I drink blood. I have fangs.â He unfurled one hand, lifting it to his mouth and showing me the sharp canines. âIf you were a monster,â I pull his hands away from his mouth. âYou wouldâve let my sister and I die.â The words hit him like a physical blow. Nikiâs jaw tightened, those sharp canines slowly retracting. For the first time since Iâd known him, he looked vulnerable- caught between wanting to believe you and years of believing otherwise. âYou donât know me,â he said quietly, but the denial lacked its usual conviction. His eyes fell to where my hands held his. âI know you enough.â Nikiâs gaze lingered on my hands for a long moment before flickering back up to my face. There was something almost tender in the way he looked at me, like he was seeing me in a different light. âYouâre too trusting,â he muttered, pulling his hands gently from yours. âMaybe I amâ âOr maybe,â Niki murmured, stepping back slightly to put a respectable distance between you, âYouâre just desperate.â He adjusted his collar, though his dark eyes never left mine. âYou kiss me when youâre exhausted. You defend me when I remind you what I am.â He shook his head slowly. âYouâre dangerous to yourself, y/n.â I take a deep breath, âI think I need sleep.â âYes,â Niki agreed quickly, as if relieved for an excuse to end the conversation. âSleep will help.â He glanced back toward where my sister still played, then returned his attention back to me. âCome.â He held out his arm- not to escort me, but almost expectantly. When I didnât take it, his hand hovered in the air between us both. I finally took it and let him lead me away. He led me silently back through the garden and into the castle, his arm stiff under my hand. Once inside, he guided me upstairs, releasing my arm only to open the door to my room. He waited for me to enter before following behind and closing the door softly. The click seemed final. I turned around to ask one question before laying down. âWhyâs your chamber off limits?â Niki paused, his hand still on the door handle. He turned to face me slowly, his expression unreadable. âMy chamber is off limits because it's my private space,â He hesitated before adding, "Especially not humans.âÂ
I sigh and lay down with a nod. Niki watched me settle into the pillows, my eyes already closing. He lingered by the door, not moving to leave. WHen he finally did, it was without a word- just the soft click of the lock turning from the outside. Outside, he stood in the hallway for a long moment, pressing his palm flat against the wood. âEspecially not you,â That night I woke up to my sister tucked into the bed next to me. I sit up, I wander into the halls, finding his chambers but because I knew I wasnât allowed, I knock. The door swung open abruptly, revealing a shirtless Niki with his hair disheveled. He looked surprised to find me awake and standing outside his door. âGo back to bed,â he said gruffly, his voice thick with sleep, even though he never really did sleep. âI already slept too muchâ I rub my arm, âI figured you didnât really sleep, soâŠâ I sigh, âNevermind, Iâll find something else to do.â Nikiâs eyes narrowed as he watched me turn away, my shoulders slumped. Without a word, he stepped back and pulled the door open wider. âCome in,â he said sharply, his tone leaving no room for argument. I hesitated, looking back at him uncertainly before entering his chamber. The room was exactly what you would imagine a vampireâs sanctuary to be: opulent yet sinister. Black velvet drapes framed floor to ceiling windows, while rich mahogany furniture dominated the space. The scent of aged leather and something faintly metallic hung in the air. Niki moved to a decanter, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid that wasnât wine. âMake yourself useful,â I look over my shoulder at him, âWhat do you need?â I noticed the glass was almost empty. âA refill.â he murmured, gesturing lazily to a crystal decanter on a nearby table. The liquid inside was dark red, unmistakably blood, thick and opaque in the low light. âAnd then you can sit there and explain to me why you're wandering my halls in the middle of the night when you should be asleep.â I sit on the desk as I grab the glass he was drinking from instead. I hold my arm out for him to puncture my wrist. Nikiâs eyes flashed with surprise as I extended my wrist. His gaze locked on my offered pulse point. âI donât need your blood,â I don't move my wrist. Nikiâ expression softened slightly, and he moved closer, his voice gentle but firm. âI appreciate the offer, but Iâve been alive for centuries and learned a lot about self respect through it.â âFine,â I hop off the desk and begin looking around the room.Â
âCuriousity killed the cat, you know.â he muttered as I explored his private sanctuary. He leaned against the desk, watching me with a mix of amusement and annoyance. When I picked up a small silver box curiously, his voice sharpened. âDonât touch that.â I put it back down and continue looking until I find a blade. I smile to myself, itâs what I was looking for. I slit my palm and walk back over to the glass cup to let the blood drip into it. Nikiâs eyes widened as he watched me cut my palm. He pushed off from the desk, moving quickly but silently across the room. âWhat are you doing?â he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. âRefilling like you asked.â âI didnât ask for your blood,â he snapped, his voice laced with a mix of frustration and something else- something deeper. He grabbed my wrist before I could let more blood drip into the bottle, his thumb pressing gently over the wound to stop the flow. âLet me,â I frown. âNo,â he said firmly, his grip gentle but unyielding. âI donât want your blood, and I certainly donât want you hurting yourself to give it to me.â He guided my hand to his lap, pressing a clean cloth against the cut to stop the bleeding. âPlease.â I look at him. Niki hesitated, his gaze locked on mine. For a moment, it seemed like he might actually give in, but then he shook his head and stepped back, releasing my wrist. âNo,â he repeated, his voice softer this time. âNiki,â I pout. He looked at my pouting face and let out a low sigh, shaking his head. âYou canât just bat those eyes at me and expect me to cave. Iâm over a thousand years older. I have self control.â He turned away, pouring himself another glass of the blood he had stored on a shelf. I groan dramatically and sit on his bed. âYouâre so mean.â âIâm no mean,â he muttered, taking a sip from his glass. âIâm responsible.â He glanced back at me over his shoulder, his expression stern. âAnd youâre being ridiculous. Go back to bed before I put you there myself.â âIs that a threat or a promise?â I raise a brow. Niki choked on his drink, coughing as he turned to face me fully. His eyes flashed with a dangerous mix of amusement and irritation. âWatch your tongue. That could be taken two ways.,â he warned, setting his glass down deliberately. âCâmon, pleaseâ my mind goes back to the blood. He stared at me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, with a sigh that sounded like it came from the depths of his ancient soul, he relented. âFine. But youâre going to sit down, and youâre going to let me do it properly. None of this dramatic palm slashing nonsense.â âOkayâ I smile triumphantly and sit on my knees on my silk sheets.Â
He watched as I settled into his silk sheets, the movement graceful and almost innocent. It stirred something primal within him- a bad desire that had nothing to do with blood and everything to do with the way my hair spilled over my shoulders. He approached slowly, a small silver blade in hand. âGive me your wrist,â I held out my wrist. He took my wrist gently but firmly, his thumb brushing over my pulse point. With a swift, precise motion, he made a small incision, the blood welling up immediately. He brought my wrist to his lips, drinking deeply but carefully, ensuring not to take too much. I watch him with my lips slightly parted. Nikiâs eyes never left mine as he drank, feeling the warmth of my blood flow into his mouth. He wasnât just consuming; he was savoring. When he finally pulled back, a thin trail of crimson lingered on his lower lip. âHappy now?â he murmured, his thumbs traced along my unmarked wrist- already healed. Before he could pull away completely, I brought his lips to mine. For a heartbeat, Niki froze- completely still, completely stunned. Then his hands were on my face, gentle but firm, pulling me deeper into the kiss. The taste of your blood was there, mixed with something sweeter, something entirely me. His lips moved against mine with centuries of pent up longing. And then he broke away sharply, as if burned. âNo,â âNo what?â âNo,â he repeated, more firmly this time. He stood up abruptly, putting distance between me and him. âI canât do this,â he muttered, running a hand through his dark hair. âYou donât even know what youâre asking for.â I sit back on my heels with a pout on my face but I donât say anything. He watched me pout, and something inside him twisted painfully. It wasnât that he didnât want it- God, he wanted it so badly it hurt. But I was human, and he was a monster, and mixing those two things never ended well. âIâm a vampire,â âThanks,â I say sarcastically, âI didn't notice,â âThe sarcasm is unbecoming,â he snapped. But his voice lacked its usual edge. He turned away, pouring himself another drink- this time something stronger than blood. âYouâre human. Mortal. Youâll age, youâll die, and Iâll be left here for another thousand years. I donât do attachments.â He took a long swallow. âTheyâre messy.â âI donât have to be human.â I shrug. Nikiâs glass shattered in his grip, shards of crystal and dark liquid raining down onto the expensive rug. He turned to face me slowly, his expression unreadable. âWhat did you just say?â His voice was dangerously soft, like the calm before a storm. âYou donât understand what youâre offering. Becoming a vampire isnât a promotion- itâs a curse-â âPlease-â âStop fucking saying that!â he shouted, his true vampire nature showing through. Fangs elongated, eyes darkened. He slammed his palms into the table, making everything rattle. âYou have no idea what youâre asking for.â âNikiâ I whisper, grabbing his palms and cradling them in my lap. âIâm sorry, I wonât ask again.â His jaw clenched, something vulnerable cracking beneath the anger. He looked down at his hands- still trembling slightly- resting in my lap. Blood from the broken glass had nicked the skin, and I was cradling them like something precious. âYou donât understand,â he whispered, his voice breaking. âI canât let you do this. Not for me.â âOkay,â I nod, âOkay.â
He exhaled a long, shaky breath, his fangs retracting and his eyes returning to their normal shade. He gently pulled his hands from my lap, inspecting the small cuts on his palm from the broken glass- they were already healing. âGo to sleep,â he whispered, the fight draining out of him entirely. âPlease.â He gestured toward the door, looking suddenly exhausted. I begin to get up but then I pause. âCan I stay here?â I ask almost softly. âYes,â He answered immediately, almost too quickly. He watched me settle back down on the silk sheets. I was an enigma. One moment, I was throwing myself at him, asking to be turned, the next slipping under his sheets. He stood frozen for a moment, watching as I slipped under his sheets. The sight was both intimate and torturous. His silk sheets wrapped around my curves, his pillows cradling my head- it felt like an invasion of his personal space and the most peaceful thing heâd seen in centuries. The next morning, I woke up to my little sister crawling into his bed with me. I look up to see Niki standing, leaning against the doorframe. His arms were crossed over his chest, his dark hair messy. He looked dangerous and irresistable, leaning against the doorframe like that. When he saw me string, his gaze flicked to my sleep- rumpled face, then down to where my little sister was cuddling into my side. I hold out my other arm out expectantly, halfway not expecting him to take it. His jaw clenched slightly at my expectant arm. He wanted to be angry- he was angry. At me, at my sister, at himself for finding this domestic scene oddly appealing. But he uncrossed his arms and walked over, slipping into bed beside me with practiced ease. I smile to myself before turning and cuddling into his side. He stiffened as I turned and cuddled into his side, but after a moment of internal struggle, he wrapped an arm around me. It was possessive and protective, tucking me against him like he was trying to absorb me into his skin. My little sister snuggled closer to my back, completing the strangle family sandwich. âThank you,â I whisper, âfor all of this.â He was silent for a long moment, his arm tightening slightly around me. âDonât thank me,â he murmured finally, his voice rough with sleep and something else. âIâm not doing this out of the goodness of my heart.â But as he said it, he pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head, contradicting his own words. âThen why are you doing it?âÂ
He stayed silent for a long time, his fingers tracing absent patterns against my arm. âBecause,â he finally muttered, staring up at the ceiling as if the answers were written there. âYou looked at me like I wasnât a monster. And for some unfathomable reason, I want to keep seeing that look.â He sighed, the sound heavy in the quiet room. I look up at him. His gaze met mine, intense and serious. The possessive arm around my waist tightened, pulling me even closer. ââDonât look at me like that,â he warned softly, his thumb coming up to brush over my cheek. âLike Iâm something worth keeping.â âYou are,â I say before resting my head back into his shoulder. He swallowed hard, his arm wrapping around me again with a newfound protectiveness. He was a vampire, centuries old, had killed countless humans, and yet here he was, being domesticated by a mortal girl and her little sister. Life was ironic. His lips pressed into my hair. I knew he wouldnât sleep, or couldnât maybe, but I still kept him close anyway. He didnât sleep. Vampires rarely did unless they were injured or extremely old. Instead, he stayed awake, holding me close and listening to my steady heartbeat. My little sisterâs soft snores filled the room, but all he could focus on was the warmth of my body pressed against his side. I awake to both of them gone. It was late morning, nine maybe. I slip out of bed. I go back to my room to put something presentable on before looking for them. I find them back in their usual spot, the garden. He was sitting on the stone bench, my little sister perched on his lap as they shared a book. She was pointing at the pictures, babbling excitedly while he listened attentively, even turning the pages for her. They looked⊠peaceful. He glanced up as I approached, his expression unreadable. âThink a maid could take her into town?â I slipped down into the spot next to him, an idea forming in my head but I wasnât sure what kind. âMhm,â he mumbled, his arm instinctively wrapping around my waist as I sat down beside him. âSheâd love that. The maids adore her.â He paused, studying my thoughtful expression. âWhat are you plotting?â His voice was low, almost amused. I shake my head, âNothingâ and I honestly didnât know. He studied me for a long moment, his dark eyes seeing far too much. âLetâs get her settled with a maid,â he said finally, already standing and carefully handing my little sister over to one of the waiting maids. The child giggled, trusting entirely. âThen we can⊠talk.â He led me back inside, away from prying eyes. âWhatâs on your mind?â âA lot,â I sigh. The mansion was quiet, a bit too quiet. He stopped in one of the sitting rooms, turning to face me. The afternoon light streamed through tall windows, painting the antique furniture in gold. âThen start with something,â he prompted, his voice gentler than usual- perhaps still unsettled by my warmth from that morning. He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He sits on one of the many thrones in this castle. Our knees were nearly touching as I looked down at him. âThe kiss, I guess,â I admit with a heavy sigh.Â
His expression immediately closed off, becoming that distant, dangerous vampire again. âWhat about it?â His tone was carefully neutral, but his hands clenched slightly on the armrests. I was standing over him, putting him at a physical disadvantage- a position a few dared with a vampire. I donât protest when he pulls me down to straddle his lap. I sigh, âWhy does it have to be so complicated?â His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. âBecause,â he whispered, his face buried in the crook of my neck, âIâm a monster. I drink blood. Iâve lived for centuries. I shouldnât be sitting here with you like this.â âWhy do you have to listen to what everyone else says is correct? Why canât you just listen to what you want?â He pulled away just enough to look at me, his dark eyes swirling with conflict. âBecause what I want gets people killed,â he said honestly, his grip on my waist tightening. âMy instincts arenât gentle. They arenât human. Listening to what I want usually ends in blood and regret.â He rested his forehead against mine. âI want you. Thatâs the problem.â âThen there shouldnât be any problem because I want you too.â I whisper. He went completely still, his chest no longer moving- which was ironic considering he didnât need to breathe anyway. My words hung in the air, shattering every argument he had carefully constructed. âYou have no idea what youâre saying,â he whispered hoarsely, his hands coming up to cradle my face. âI could ruin you.â But he didnât let me go. âI donât careâ I shake my head. âYou should,â He insisted, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks. âIâve killed humans for less. Iâve torn apart families for looking at me wrong. You should be running in the opposite direction, not sitting on my lap and telling me you donât care.â His eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of fear or doubt- but there was none. âPleaseâ I bite my bottom lip subconsciously. His gazed dropped to my mouth, fixating on the way I bit my lip. âPlease what?â His voice was low, dangerous. âPlease kiss you? Please mark you as mine? Please turn you into a vampire so I never have to let you go?â Each option was more tempting than the last, more dangerous too. âI just- I want to do something that wonât hurt either of us- just once, please.â I frown, âI need you.â He stilled completely, his entire body going rigid under me. I needed him. Not just wanted- I needed him. That simple admission shattered the last of his carefully constructed walls. His arms wrapped around me possessively, pulling me impossibly closer. âDonât say things you donât mean,â he warned, his voice rough. âIâm not good at holding back.â âI donât mind if youâre roughâ I take a breath. His eyes flashed dangerously at my words, his fangs elongating. âYou think you can handle a vampire? A predator thatâs hunted humans for centuries?â He leaned forward. His face hovering inches from mine. âIf I kiss you- if I touch you- thereâs no going back.â âPleaseâ I repeat for what feels like the millionth time.Â
He growled low in his throat, a sound that was part animal, part vampire. His control snapped. One hand tangled into my hair while the other gripped my hip tight enough to bruise. He crashed his mouth against mine in a brutal kiss- fangs scraping against my lips as he forced them open. I kiss him back with equal intensity, pressing my body to his. He groaned against my mouth, one hand sliding up my thigh to grip my hip and haul me harder against him. I was straddling a predator- someone who could snap me in half without trying- and yet here I was, fearless. He bit down on my lower lip, not breaking skin, just⊠claiming. âYouâre going to be the death of me.â I didn't say anything else, I didnât care to, my hands went down to unbutton his shirt. He hissed as my hands made quick work of his buttons, revealing his pale chest. His abs tightened under my touch, and he nipped at my neck unconsciously, and he grabbed me by the waist, pulling me impossibly closer. I gasp, my hands moving to grasp his shoulders as he rocks his hips against me. âSo responsive,â he murmured against my neck, his hips rolling against mine in a slow, steady rhythm. His fangs dragged along my pulse point, but he didnât bite. Not yet. Instead, his large hands slid under my shirt, spreading across my back as he pulled me flush against him. âTell me to stop.â âNo,â I shake my head. Instead of taking what he wanted, which I partially believed he would, he held me tight before lifting and sitting me back on the throne he was sitting on moments before. I watch with my chest heaving as he sinks down to his knees before me, âNikiâŠâ I manage to say but he simply shakes his head. âYou wanted something that wouldn't hurt you.â The seriousness in his voice shut me up immediately. My gown suddenly felt too tight, too uncomfortable under his gaze. Words bubbled in my throat but the sight made it impossible for me to speak how I wouldâve wanted to in any other instance. He gives me time to change my mind, to push him away as his hands slide up my legs and into my gown. I partially cursed myself under my breath, with this position and this location, I wouldnât be able to watch him. Though, I didnât have to complain when his head dipped underneath. For a moment, I looked around nervously, a bit scared that anyone could walk in. But at the very same time, I didnât think I would even be able to find it in myself to care if someone were to.Â
A whimper breaks through my throat the moment he tugs my garments down, pulling me closer to the edge as he does. My hands wouldnât be able to grasp his hair even if I tried, so I settled them onto the armrests of the throne. He began to work his mouth before my brain could even process. My head rolls back onto the back of the throne, my knuckles paling at my tight grip on the sides. He starts slow, soft, teasing, my thoughts go blank. His tongue darts out, barely touching my folds, it seemed as if he was testing how far he could go before he broke and hurt me. A shaky breath is all I can manage to get out before his entire mouth is latching on me. A broken cry escapes and suddenly the nervous thought of someone seeing was nowhere to be found in my head. Instead, my thoughts were filled with him and him only. His cold hands hook under my legs to hook them over his shoulders, forcing them wider in the process. He devoured like he was starved, like he hadnât had a meal in centuries, and in a way- he hadnât. My legs clench around his head but he doesnât seem to care as he continues his feast. My mind goes completely blank and it was like he knew my body better than I did. My orgasm approaches fast and hard, tears pricking at my eyes. Even if he wanted me to, I couldnât hold it, it was all too much. It crashes over me before I can even process it. His tongue pressed harder as if he was set on not wasting a single bit. I fall limp against the throne the moment he pulls away. My eyes were closed when he re-emerged from under my dress so I couldnât see his smile or his soft, almost gentle gaze on me as he sat back on the heels of his feet. At that moment, I wouldnât have known then, but with that event, his mind completely changed about everything.
yes, iâd love that (by the way, i really like your writing style) ^^
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Baek Jeong x Fem! Reader
The one where his job gets too much
Warnings- oral (fem! Receiving) and fingering, soft Baek Jeong so kinda off character, not proof read
Word count- 1.2k
It was hard, in a way. Being so close to a man who brought pain to people. But I couldnât leave him, I didnât want to. Iâd been with him since before the IKFC was even created. He promised me a better life, that heâd get all the money weâd ever need. It was a secret to a point, only a few people knew about our relationship, he swore it was only to keep me safe and I believed him. It was true, after all, it had to be. The only time he spent apart from me was for work, or at least things related. Even with that, he hardly ever spent time at home, especially since he started focusing himself on the boxing champion, Gunwoo.
Thatâs why when he finally managed to get time home, I wouldnât leave his side. He was frustrated, I could tell. To any other person, theyâd be afraid to be around him like that, but I was used to his personality. I was in the kitchen, cooking him dinner while he was in his study, going through some files that Alan had sent him. That was the longest Iâd spent away from him since he got home. Dinner was plated and I quietly approach his study, knocking on the door softly. When he opens it, I frown at his disheveled state.
âDinner is ready, Baek jeongâ I say softly and he runs his hands through his hair that is rarely down. We sit down at the table but I canât help but notice his angry eyes and chaste eating. Once finished, he goes back to his study as I clean up. I didnât mind cleaning, but I did mind his upset expression. I find myself back to his study, opening the door slowly, not even thinking to knock. He looks up from the computer, his pointer and middle finger rubbing circles on his temple. I realize my mistake of not knocking and I hover around the door before he nods for me to come in.
I stand behind him, my fingers massaging his shoulders. He stays silent as he looks through the files but I could feel his shoulders increasingly tense. I lean closer to him, âyou need a breakâ i whisper but he shakes his head, âI donât have time for a break.â He says simply. My hands keep their movements on his tense shoulders. I think for a moment, about a various options before I settle on one. âBut you always have time for a showerâ he peaks at me over his shoulder silently and I shrug, I was only telling the truth.
With a few more clicks on the computer, he stands and straightens his shirt before heading out of the room without another word. I follow after him, planning to get him a towel. When I bring it to him and begin to turn to leave, he grabs my wrist. âI hardly see you for two weeks and you think youâre not joining this shower with me?â His tone was mean, a bit bitter, but his expression was serious. I clear my throat before walking into the bathroom with him. His hands were on me the second the door was closed.
I couldnât depict whether his touch was harsh or gentle- a bit of both. It seemed as if he couldnât make up his mind on which personality to use on me tonight. He turns on the shower to let it warm before his hands go back to me. My hands find their way to the back of his neck as his lips press to mine, his hands finding their way up my shirt. The kiss was messy, a class of tongue and teeth but still, he held me like I would break under his fingers. In all reality, I could, but he would never prove that theory. He pulls my shirt over my head, discarding it somewhere on the floor.
His lips stayed on mine, his hands trailing to my back to unclasp my bra. His mouth trails down my jaw, down to my neck, then my collarbone. My hands grip the counter behind me. The mirror begins to fog as the room fills with mist. His mouth trails lower until heâs knelt in front of me and beginning to tug my waist band down. I donât have the energy to protest, even if I did I wouldnât, I keep my eyes on him. He tugs my shorts all the way off with my panties and before I could step out of them, his mouth is between my legs.
I gasp and throw my head back, his hand tugging one of my legs over his shoulder. My fingers thread into his loose strands in the midst of my pleasure. His tongue moves back and forth from my aching cunt to my clit. My hips buck up so he grasps them, bordering bruising touch, keeping my hips still. One hand moves from my hip to aid his lips at my cunt. I watch through heavy lids, his fingers prodding at my hole before pushing inside. I pinch my eyes shut and throw my head back, letting out soft moans at each thrust of his fingers.
I can feel his cocky grin against my cunt the second my legs begin to shake. I couldnât help but tug at his hair, but I could tell he didnât mind as he kept his brutal pace of his tongue on my clit and his fingers stretching my cunt open. I donât have time to warn him when my legs tighten around his head, shaky. My vision blurs the second I open my eyes, forcing me to close them again to brace myself for the intense orgasm that threatened to wash over me. Just one more swipe of his tongue pushes me over the edge and my cum coats his tongue.
A groan erupts from his lips as he guides me through the orgasm, not letting up the abuse of his tongue until he was pleased. He leans back on his heels and I force myself to look down at him but the doesnât last long when he stands to his feet, towering over me. Without a word he guides me to the shower. He was quieter than usual, typically he was cocky, especially after making me cum that hard. His fingers brush over my skin, soap suds following his touch before he moves to wash my hair. I lean into his touch, savoring the rare softness.
I found myself standing behind him after the shower, both of us only being covered by towels. I use a brush to pull his hair back into his typical professional style. He was usually independent, swearing he was capable of doing it himself. I knew he was, but I didnât mind helping him, and at this moment he didnât either. Once I finish, I press a kiss to his shoulder. He silently turns around and pulls me into his chest, his arms wrapping around me. He held me close, touch a bit harsh but it seemed to keep him grounded so I didnât make a move to push him away. The only times he ever got this way was when his work got really bad, so Iâd do anything to make it better for even a second.
âI love youâ he says as if he believed it could be for the last time.
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A/n- so sorry this took so long, I got like four paragraphs in and hit crazy writings block :(
are you a fan of 2pm/chansung! or did you recently find him when bloodhounds came out? Iâm so happy to see a lot of people liking him. he seriously is the sweetest and cutest. especially in the group with the others.
Actually a bit of both! Iâve always really liked 2pm, but I never really got into the individual idols themselves until their acting careers which I guess counts bloodhounds!!
(Iâm super excited for Soul Mate to come out for Taecyeon!)
Hi! Youâre an amazing writer, Iâd love to see more on tae geom :)
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Yun Tae-Geom x Fem! Reader
The one where your bodyguard takes his job a bit too serious
Warnings- smut, riding, hickeys, raw (wrap it before you tap it), age gap (10 years+ reader is in college), not proof read :)
Word count- 1.6k
It was on purpose, the way I was getting on his nerves. Iâd been told a million times to stop, but it was just too much fun. Being Baekjeongs sister, I could get away with quite a lot. So when I was assigned someone to look after me- something about me getting in too much trouble lately- I made it my mission to annoy the person off of the job. Everyone who knew Baekjeong knew Taegeom, it had been like that for a while. So naturally, I knew him too. It was frequent that Iâd hear that his men are off limits, especially his right hand man. So when I managed to get him, a guy Iâd been pinning over for ages, to he assigned to me- I was astatic.
Honestly, the only reason I was assigned was my habit of partying. I heard something Baekjeong said about it not being safe? I didnât really listen. But now I was staring in the mirror in my room. Taegeom was right outside the door, sitting on my living room couch. I was brainstorming in my head about how Iâd manage to get to this party tonight. Once I finally got sick or staring at my red dress I step out of the room. I slightly regret even the thought of the party when his eyes land on mine. His eyes narrow, âif you think youâre going to a party, youâre notâ I frown and cross my arms, âmy brother never said I couldnât go to a party, he said youâd have to go with meâ
âMy job is to keep you safe, youâd be most safe staying homeâ he stands and approaches, âgo back in your room and change.â I drop my hands to my sides. âCâmon, itâs a house party thrown by some friends, please?â He was a bit younger than my brother but still about ten years older than me, but honestly, it had never stopped me before. I give him big puppy dog eyes. I knew that alone wouldnât worked, he was trained to read people, to not respond to their bullshit. But then he sighs, âfineâ I smile big, âyou mean it?â âShut up before I change my mind.â
He looked bored out of his mind, but he refused to not have a hand on me the whole night. At the moment, I was sitting on a couch, talking to a friend while I was cradling a drink in my hand. He sat beside me with a hand around my waist while his eyes were on anything and everything that could pose a threat to me. Some guy eventually sat close by, I didnât know his name but Iâd seen him around campus and I knew his tendencies to be a creep. I didnât say much to him, keeping up my conversation with my friend. I feel a hand tighten on my waist when the man began to speak.
My interest in the conversation voids and I sit there silently, waiting for him to leave but he never does. I sip on my drink silently, leaning back on the couch, and therefore Taegeoms arm. The guy looks up from his conversation at me, âWhat, you like older guysâ he looks between me and Taegeom. I hold myself back from rolling my eyes but I canât contain the scoff that falls from my mouth, âwould I matter if I did?â The guy smirks, âI mean, Iâd say Iâm probably older than youâ
âFuck offâ Taegeom says from beside me but the guy doesnât take the advice. I stand to my feet, ready to leave and Taegeom follows suit. But the guy stands as well, my friend now wandered away. I donât notice him until he grabs my arm to spin me around. Iâm about to say something, about to tell him off, but before I get the chance, heâs knocked to the ground from a punch to the jaw. I gasp and take a step back, the guys mouth fills with blood as he cradles his jaw, Taegeom taking a step back as he shakes off his aching knuckles.
The care ride home was silent and so was the walk back to my apartment. Once inside, he closes and locks the door like he always did. I kick off my shoes, mentally and physically exhausted. I turn around when he sighs and runs his hands through his hair. He wasnât mad, I couldnât tell that much, he looked frustrated. I lean my weight back and forth on my feet, âlook, Iâm sorry-â âdonâtâ he cuts me off as he takes his jacket off. I silently sit on the couch, placing my head in my hands.
He sits next to me, placing his hand on my shoulder before pulling me into his side. âMâsorry for putting you into that positionâ I can almost hear him laugh. âIâve done worse for less, itâs my job to hurt people.â I knew he was right, I was being dramatic. All heâd done was punched a guy, but I knew he had killed people just because of a simple order. I donât say anything else but my interest spikes when I feel his biceps twitch and then a moment later, Iâm in his lap. I donât get a chance to ask him anything before his lips are on mine.
âNo more partiesâ he whispered between kisses. The only thing going on in my head was how my brother would have his head if he knew his was happening. He pulls away when he notices my hesitation, his thumbs brushing my jaw. âMy job is also knowing how to read peopleâ I bite my cheek. He was right, heâd seen right through me. I lean back into the kiss. When our lips touch again, his hands wander up the back of my shirt. I let him take it off of me, my brain tripping away from my worries as the shirt is pulled off of me. His lips trail down my jaw and collar, his hands reaching behind me to unclip my bra.
My hands move up to tangle in his hair instinctively when I feel his teeth graze and begin to leave marks on my skin. I tilt my head back and let out a soft moan, his mouth trailing down to pull one of my nipples into his mouth. My fingers tug at his hair at this. His mouth moves to give my other breast the same attention, his hands moving to my waistband. I manage to pull myself together enough to tug his shirt over his head. The second I get it off, his hands resume tugging my pants off, my panties coming along with it. If it were any other circumstance, any other person, Iâd try to cover myself but I donât bother with him.
He looks up at me as if asking for permission and instead of answering with words, my hands move to his belt. His hands drop to his side to give me room to rid of it and eventually tug off his pants. I go back to my position on his lap, my lips finding his again. His hands find their way on my hips, I lead one between my legs as his tongue finds its way into my mouth. A smirk tugs at his lips as he pulls away momentarily, âyouâre soakedâ I shiver as a response, his mouth going back to mine. Despite just pulling it there, I push it away, eager for something else.
He takes the hint and lines himself up, grasping my hips to pull me down on him. I choke out a moan, my head falling onto his shoulder. Instead of letting me do anything or take control, he moves my hips against him. I almost fall limp against him, not giving myself to chance to stop my moans as he thrusts up into me. It began to be too much, my arms coming up to grasp his biceps. My hips twitch and he gets the hint. Instead of dragging it out, teaching me a lesson like I wouldâve expected him to, he keeps going, leaning to whisper in my ear.
âCome for me, baby, Iâve got youâ his words push me over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me. His grasp on my hips borders on painful but I donât have the courage to tell him as my legs shake. He doesnât stop either, continuing his thrusts. Now I was fully limp against him, my cum creating a ring around his cock. He only stops when he pulls me off of him, his own cum coating his stomach. He gives me a moment before lifting me to stand up. My legs were jelly, so he leads me to the bathroom himself.
When I look in the mirror I gasp at the sight of the bruises and hickeys he left over me. He notices me staring and his lip quirks, âgonna have to cover those up, hm?â He turns on the faucet to the bath. I look at him through the mirror, my eyes narrowing on him but I canât stay mad when he smiles the way he does. He wraps his arms around my waist and rests his chin on my shoulder, âIâll get you everything you need to cover them, hm? And Iâll get you flowers, chocolates, maybe even take you out to dinner.â I shake my head, âmy brother is gonna kill you.â He presses a kiss to my shoulder, âentirely worth itâ
hi :> kindly asking for jealous! taegeom!! and possibly a jealous baekjeong if thatâs okay. adore your work!!!
Jealous! Baekjeong and Taegeom head cannons
Warnings- suggestive (not descriptive smut but itâs there), mean Baekjeong, Bondage, I AM SORRY Taegeoms is a little sad (I love him sm)
Baekjeong
- when he sees you getting comfy with one of his men, heâs immediately pissed
- he doesnât care what you have to say, heâs convinced he knows what he saw
- heâd yank you right away from that man- not caring about the looks he was getting (if he noticed anyone giving him any look, theyâd have their face caved in)
- ropes, chains, handcuffs all of it
- if anything, your pleas egg him on more
- heâll go all night, depending on how mad he is
- overstimulation, even on normal nights, but if heâs jealous- he wonât stop until youâre incoherent and unable to walk
- after care isnât usually his thing but just because youâre in his bed, heâll clean you up- but definitely not gentle about it
- the next morning youâd over hear that the person you were talking to never showed up for work
âShouldnât have looked at him like thatâ
Taegeom
- when he sees you smiling big at one of the men he worked with, his heart almost fell right out of his chest
- not necessarily angry, more upset- can hardly even handle the thought of being left alone again :(
- a million times worse if youâve met his daughter
- heâll wait until youâre alone to pull you away
- he doesnât talk about it, even after the million times youâve asked him whatâs wrong
- heâs rougher than usual but not mean, heâs already afraid his career will scare you off, let alone his roughness
- praises you more than usual, peppers kisses wherever he can reach
- missionary 100% but the moment he fesses up what itâs about, he lets you be on top (reassurance)
- heâs usually good with aftercare but in times like these, heâll run a bath for the both of you, basking in the reassurance you give him
âJust stay with meâ he whispers, âdonât leave me and her aloneâ
It wasnât exactly clear how I got in this situation. I worked for the IKFC, or at least, people in the IKFC. I was a paid killer, assassin of sorts. But now I was in some dingy room, tied to a chair with my hands behind my back. My captors, two muscular men that Iâd heard something about them being retired marines and a shorter man with long hair and glasses. They wanted Information, I figured that much but I refused to give it to them. They continued to threaten me but I wouldnât give in, no matter what was said by them.
That was until another man walked in. He looked younger, slimmer, taller but it didnât matter to me. I wasnât going to speak. I had seen him before, he was a cop, which made the situation even worse. I wasnât afraid to look right at them, a bored expression on my face. The man looks at me and sighs before approaching. He places a stool in front of me but before he can sit, I kick it. He picks it up and I kick it again, this time, it goes into his shin. He groans and picks it up again, âcan I sit here?â He asks and I settle my foot back down to not kick it again.
He sits down in front of me. I donât say a word despite the questions he proceeds to ask. Only is my interest caught when he asks the three other men to step outside. He gives me one more chance to answer his questions before he rises to his feet. My eyes follow him as he reaches into his coat and pulls out a small camera, setting it up and mumbling something about how heâs required but I donât believe one word. I keep my eyes on him as he sits back down.
âAre you going to tell us what you know?â He asks for the millionth time and I shake my head. He simply nods before taking off his jacket and rolling up his cuffs. He leans down, elbows on knees and he tries again and I stay silent. With a frustrated sigh he leans closer. His hand reaches out to cup my jaw, his eyes watching mine before he trails his finger down my neck, then taking them away a moment later. âI can promise you safety.â
âNo one can promise safety from Baek Jeongâ I say simply. He takes a deep breath and leans back in his seat. âI canât leave the room without getting some kind of information from youâ he states then lean back forward. My eyes stay on his, if I didnât force them to stay there, they wouldâve drifted down to give exposed arms. He narrows his eyes at me, âI think you can be persuaded, thoughâ his fingers are back on my neck, and I donât say anything, even if I did want to stop him, I didnât have the hands to.
His breath fans over my face his was so close, but he leans even closer. âDo you want me to stop?â I shake my head and a faint smile hovers his lips. His hands wander down to the hem of my shirt then the waistband of my pants. âWaitâ I say, âuntie me firstâ he pauses for a moment, thinking most likely, before he stands and loops around me to untie me. I rub my wrists as he takes his seat back in front of me. âTell me the numberâ he whispers and I shake my head again but I donât try to stand up. His fingers go back to where they were, this time beginning to unbutton.
He doesnât pull them down, not really. Instead he just dips his fingers below the waist band. I bite my cheek, my eyes drifting back to the camera a few feet away. He leans over to whisper in my ear, âIâll delete it before anyone can get it off the cameraâ he assures before running his finger through my damp folds. My jaw slacks slightly as he adds another finger between my legs. He pulls back to look me in the eyes. My eyelids were hooded. I knew this was wrong, that I shouldnât be letting someone- the enemy- touch me like this, but I couldnât care.
He leans down to swallow my moans with his lips the second he pushes two fingers into me. He muffles them due to the men standing right outside the door. I roll my head back, I couldnât help it, my eyes fluttering closed as he pumps his fingers. I was so close, so so close but then he pulls away and I lift my head back up with a gasp. âTell me the numberâ I groan in frustration but donât give in, ânoâ he laughs in disbelief before slipping his fingers back into my heat.
All I could think about is how there was no way he wouldnât get in trouble for this, cops were supposed to be the rule followers but at the moment, I couldnât find it in myself to acknowledge it anymore. My hand finds the wrist that was pressed against my stomach and dipping into my pants. My back arches against my will, truthfully, it was the best feeling Iâd felt in a while but I couldnât give him the satisfaction of getting the number of my superior. But because of that, he wouldnât give me the satisfaction of an orgasm.
My legs twitch and at that simple movement, he pulls away again. Tears prick at my eyes in frustration. âPlease, I- pleaseâ I mumble and he pulls his head away of my neck to look at my face. He peppers kisses to my tear soaked cheeks to rid of them. âNumberâ he whispers and the second his fingers plunge back into me, I broke. â367-9297â I fess up and he presses a kiss to my shoulder. âGood girlâ he whispers and continues his movements. My hips push into his hand, my orgasm finally crashing over me. My hands find their way to grasp his exposed forearms to ground myself.
I only let go when I catch my breath. He pulls his hand away and fixed my pants for me before sitting back down in front of me and taking the camera off the shelf. I refuse to look him in the eye. âIâll have officers assigned to you to keep you safe-â âdonât botherâ I stand, legs wobbly. He grasps my hips to keep me from falling and I almost scoff as I look down at him. His eyebrows were furrowed, as if he didnât understand. âHeâll kill every one of those officersâ
âFine,â he says finally, âIâll assign myself to you, then.â
The one where you canât seem to shake the thought of blood on your hands, or the thought of your superiors eyes always being on you.
Warnings- Smut, dark themes, mention of death, IKFC, Baek-Jeong is an asshole, raw, oral (f! Receiving, risky location, soft dom Tae-Geom, not proof read :)
Word count- 5.1k
Being in the IKFC in the first place is one of the hardest things a normal human being would ever have to do, let alone being one of the very few females to be stuck in the ever turning loop of fights and abuse. No one enjoyed the task unless they were simply sociopathic. But unfortunately, that was almost always the case. The leaders, the viewers, and the betters most of all. The bloodshed that would seep into the ever turning reused mats would drive a person crazy if they had not hit that point already- but that was if you werenât stuck fighting in a concrete cage. The entire system was psychological warfare, breaking down the human mind until there was nothing left of the old you, or at least nothing left of how the old you felt. Some chose this career path, vision blurred with anger and hatred- but then people like me, incriminated by debt that was never your fault in the first place.
Debt was the reason the majority of the victims are chosen. If you owed money, you fought to get it back. But if you proved you were good to them- an exceptional fighter- theyâd make excuses, increase your interest, or maybe just threaten everything you cared about to keep you in the never ending systemic torture. Bloody knuckles would become the norm, death- you being the cause of death. It was always around. And you would never be able to get away from it. Youâd never meet the cause of this underground world, but youâd meet your superiors. Theyâd have power, of course, a lot of it. But there would always be someone above them, and above them, and above them, until itâs classified and not one person can speak of what mentally fucked person came up with the IKFC.
When a mysterious man in dark clothes and an undercut pulled into a ponytail approached me on the street after Iâd accepted a completely untrustworthy loan, it would be the beginning of the mind games. In a way, I owed him, not in the way of debt but because he saved me. Taking me under his wing, teaching me his ways of fighting so I would at least stand a chance against the burly men that people would just love to see an average girl like me go up against. He was breaking rules from just doing that, truthfully, but who ever was in charge looked past it because of the money greed that plagued their brains. See, when those people saw a fight that they knew would be bloody- some girl and a big man- they began to bet. But when I proved successful against men triple my size, the betting began to be in my favor. Though, it never really mattered who the betting was on as it would always go to the winner in repaying their debt.
Realistically, my debt was supposed to be paid months before, but when the sociopathic man who had convinced me that I owed everything to practically begged me to stay- I couldnât convince myself to leave. But truthfully, he was never the person who made my skin crawl. Instead, it was the one who seemingly had just the same amount of power over me as Baek-Jeong did. Tae-Geom hardly ever spoke to me, but his eyes said enough. Alan would tease, saying how he was probably thinking of things I would rather not repeat but if that were the case, Jeong would have already killed him. I partially knew his past, they he was a retired vet, and that he could come up with an explosive before the order would even be finished.
One particular reason I couldnât seem to get behind his presence was because his lack of remorse in murdering his own men for his benefit. Of course, a lot of those orders come from Jeong but even then, he seemed pleased to receive them. I never really knew the true reason he was here but I chose to believe it was because he enjoyed the blood, I would have never suspected how incredibly wrong I would be with that assumption. Which led me to being here, hovering behind Alan as he typed away into the computers that showed you the bets and live chats of the fight that I hadnât even done yet. He mumbles incoherent words as he typed. I keep my eyes on the rising number of bets as I wrap my knuckles. The money on that screen alone would have been enough to cover my initial debt, so why was I still being forced to risk my life for entertainment?
Footsteps approached, hurried but smooth, causing me to look up from my halfway bandaged knuckles. Baek-Jeong had that look on his face, one any normal person would suspect was anger but truthfully it was just his face. i quirk up my eyebrow, âwhat?â He stops short of Alan, whoâs avoiding his eyes like heâs guilty of something but in reality, heâs just scared of the man before him. No one could ever really blame him for that. He holds out two carved pieces of metal. I typically never wore them, despite the name of the illegal league, but the way he was holding them out silently told me that I would need them. I hesitated which caused him to grind his jaw, âTake it or Iâll shove them into your throatâ. I hold back the scoff at his threat, I wouldâve suspected it to be empty if I hadnât already seen him kill men for less. i take it from his grasp and wrap them within my bandages, giving me an advantage.
I wondered if I should ask him about the opponent, he never handed me the iron knuckles like that before but I think against it. I follow swiftly behind him to the makeshift arena. The building was concrete, the ring a cage in the middle. The gate opens and I step in, my eyes zeroing on the tattooed man before me. Iâd taken down men bigger and scarier but the look in his eyes made it seem as if he wanted to rip out my throat. It was life or death in the arena, you won to live on or you didnât. It was always like that. Due to techniques I had learned from Baek-Jeong, I was fortunate to have survived this long.
The hair on the back of my neck creeps up. Not because of the manâs gaze from in front of me, but because of one behind me. I look over my shoulder for a split second to see Tae-Geom standing there, next to a camera man. His eyes were only on me, I couldnât point out what it was about him but his simple gaze made me incomprehensibly more nervous than the manâs gaze before me. I turn back to my opponent as Baek-Jeong gives the queue to begin. The man approaches me like a hungry beast approaching its next meal, his eyes glowing in a feral craze. Partially, I wondered what Baek-Jeong and Tae-Geom had to say to get him this worked up but I didnât have time to ponder as he threw a right hook to my face.
I dodge at the last moment, the distraction making it sloppy, his angry fist colliding with my jaw before I can get away, but I tap back into my focus as he throws another punch. I duck under that one slickly, bouncing on my feet to build adrenaline despite the blood filling my mouth. I dodge his next attack, this time I land a blow to his ribs as I do so and he stumbles back. His face heats to a beet red at the fact that someone he seemed to think was so inferior had landed a punch. I take that moment of his anger to land another punch to his nose, then his throat- a particular punch I learned from Baek-Jeong- before he falls to the floor. I count ten seconds in my head before I hear a slow clap and the cameras turn off. Baek-Jeong didnât exactly smile but he had a pleased look on his face.
I walk out of the cage, looking to go back to the room Alan was monitoring the stream in. I hear two pairs of steps behind me. I stop behind Alan as I look at the screen in disbelief. I look at Baek-Jeong, choosing to ignore Tae-Geoms presence. âSix hundred million wonâ I manage to get out of my injured mouth. Tae-Geom mutters something about my state being disgusting but then I learn from the other that the man I was fighting was a four time champion in the underground fighting world, that heâd never been beat. It couldnât have been true, I thought, I wouldâve been crushed by a man like that- not manage to get out with just a bruised jaw and bloodied gums. Despite the money on the screen that could give any other person the life of their dreams, the unease was unreeling as Baek-Jeong orders Alan to leave the room before leaving himself, stranding me completely alone with the cause of the heaviness that I couldnât escape for the past few months.
His gaze was incredibly worse than the manâs predatory gaze in the ring. Maybe it was his piercing eyes, or maybe the permanent disapproving expression on his face that does it, but whatever it was, it made my skin crawl. Not much could be done when he approaches silently. I try my best to avoid his gaze until his roughly grasps my chin, causing the blood to flow once again into my mouth. He makes me look at him, and with his bruising strength, I couldnât pull away. That was the thing, I was good at dodging but the moment someone had their hands on me, I would never be able to break the grasp. He knew that. So did Baek-Jeong. My eyes met his sharp ones and I swallow hard.
âTell me, how can you be trained by Baek-Jeong, yet be so incredibly stupid?â If it were any other person, I wouldâve bit back, made a retort, but even my breath falters as he adjusts his hand to cup my jaw better, forcing it open. I canât tell what heâs looking at in my mouth as he mutters something about how stupid I was. It was like I could almost see a frown before he masks it with his furrowed brows. âHow could you let him get the first hit, you fucking idiotâ oh. It was because I got myself hurt. That was the last thing on my mind at the moment. âIf I left without a hit on me, people would be boredâ his eyebrows lift in what seems to make him look pleased.
âBoxing isnât cutting it for youâ He lets go of my jaw roughly, but the pain is masked by my confusion. It wasnât like he had control of my debt, Baek-Jeong hardly did. I shake my head, âwhat?â I begin but he interrupts, âbecause you fucking suck at it, go clean yourself upâ My feet carry me out of the room before I could stop them. Those harsh words were the most he had consecutively spoke to me- like ever. I stand in front of the mirror in the bathrooms, splashing water in my face after I managed to stop the bleeding in my mouth. Iâd learned to live with the metallic taste in my mouth, be it from a match or a lesson taught from a superior, it was a friend to me.
The warmth of the morning sun the next day crept onto my skin as I stare at my scratched and bruised knuckles from outside of the building. Sooner or later, the torn skin would turn tough and durable- or at least, thatâs what Baek-Jeong loved to tell me. But it wasnât his presence I felt sit next to me. The bees buzzed around in the suns rays. In any other circumstance, it would be calming, but not when the gaze of Tae-Geom burned into the side of my face. i stay silent. It was a thing I learned from Baek-Jeong, scars still prickling my skin from when I spoke out of line. It was a bit weird, even I couldnât understand it. Tae-Geom had never laid his hands on me in that way- or any way, for that matter. But nevertheless, I couldnât understand him hardly ever, or even look him in the eye.
âIs that what it is?â For a moment his words make me believe I was speaking out loud but his next words shut down those thoughts, âyou like being in this world?â That by itself was a heavy accusation, but it angered you that someone like him couldâve made it. âWhat are you talking about?â âYou couldâve leftâ he begins, âyou have every way to fight it, but youâre still here.â So I guessed Baek-Jeong didnât tell him everything. âBaek-Jeong keeps increasing my interest⊠he wonât let the debt go.â The silence is deafening. He was unpredictable, I wouldnât be surprised if he simply asked so he could go back and report to Jeong whether or not I was planning a great escape. I was alone again before I knew better of it.
Alan said it sounded like he cared but I said it sounded like he was a fucking asshole. Not a single dime from the continuous fights went to my pockets. It wasnât surprising, not really. But the constant reeling feeling of his undying gaze increased the tensions in the fight. The only injury Iâd gotten were red and raw bloody knuckles and a few bruises here and there, people seemed to like me- said that I was a close variant of Baek-Jeong. To anyone else in the circle, that would be an absolute compliment but it seemed to break my heart in two.
How could people compare me to such a sociopathic, sadistic man. I felt his eyes before I heard his voice. I turn around in the training room, my bandaged knuckles had been knocking on the punching bag for a little over half an hour. I look over my shoulder as Tae-Geom leans against the door frame with his arms crossed. His furrowed brows- constant pout on his face- I pause my punching as I hold the bag still. âWhat?â I say, looking at him, but avoiding the eye contact. One thing about him was that he was more an observer than a speaker. He approaches slowly, with his arms still crossed on his broad chest, until he was a short step away.
âThe betters want moreâ his deep voice echoing in the training room. I open my mouth to speak but he cuts me off like he always seems to. âBaek-Jeong wants you to be taught taekwondoâ oh. Thatâs what it was about. The only time he spoke to me was off of orders, besides that I never had to deal with it. He tilts his head at me, as if studying my every movement- every twitch of muscle. His jaw twitches before he drops his arms to his sides and peels off his jacket. I force myself to look away when I notice the muscles peaking through the simple tank top, and he notices. He always notices. But never speaks.
I was a fast learner, it was apart of my appeal to the fighting ring. It was hard to explain but after being forced upon orders to spend the entire afternoon with Tae-Geom, I learned some solid kicks. It almost seemed as if the sides of his lips quirk when I land a kick on a dummy. I look back at him and it fades quickly, as if heâd been caught doing something incriminating. As if that wasnât his entire life. I shake my hands to rid of raw tension from the punching and I brush off my legs. The fighting style was new to me, but not unseen. It was the exact style Tae-Geom used. With that, Iâd know both Baek-Jeong and Tae-Geoms style. Which made me believe they were training me for something bigger.
But my mind was torn from that when he stands behind me, correcting my form. He pushes on my lower back to tell me to stand straight, then he adjusts my elbows to give my arms the right structure. He leans in to whisper, ânow tryâ. When I twist my body for the kick, the dummy flies to the ground and my eyes widened. Just a moment ago, I was hurting myself with each kick. I turn to look at him and he simply looks back. Before he can look at me for too long, he shakes his head and sets the dummy upright. âAgainâ he says and I take a breath before adjusting my posture to what he showed me a moment before and I kick, the dummy taking damage this time when it falls, âGoodâ he says simply and just that simply word has me thinking about things I shouldnât be thinking.
Like always, my thoughts are cut short when I hear a slow clap from the doorway. Baek-Jeong leaning against it. He says some things about how Iâll be trained well and how heâs proud but you can never be happy when he says heâs proud, because that means he has something planned. My stomach twists slightly and I want to ask, I do, but he leaves too quickly, taking Tae-Geom with him. I stand alone in the dingy training room, my brain overflowing with unwanted thoughts. I take my bag and toss it over my shoulder before going to leave. Iâm almost at the door when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see Tae-Geom. âitâs not safe for you anymore, Iâll drive you homeâ that simple sentence made my stomach churn in every way possible. Why wasnât I safe anymore?
Nevertheless I find myself in the passenger seat of his sleek black company car. The tightness of your nails digging into my clammy palms in the tightness of my fight threatens to draw blood. He takes a wrong turn and my head snaps to look at him but he speaks before I can, âcalm down, we just need to talkâ what the hell does that mean? He pulls off to an empty parking lot before turning to look at me. I look everywhere but his eyes. I didnât know what to say, I didnât even know what this is about. âWhat heâs planning is to get that champion, Kim Gun-Woo to fight in the IKFC.â He confesses and my eyes widen. âWhat does that have to do with me?â âHe wants you to help.â
Oh. Thatâs what I wanted to say but I stay quiet and look out the front window. I finally look back at him but instead of his cold, indifferent expression he had usually, he had a slight frown on his face. I wondered if I should speak up, say something, but I donât. âIâm not the monster you think I amâ I canât even process his words before he sighs and runs his hand through his hair. I didnât pick up on it before but he had a slight tremor in his voice, like he was scared of something. Before I can think better of it, I place my hand on top of his on the center console. âIâll be fineâ I assumed thatâs what the issue was. Forcing someone into the illegal fighting system wasnât easy, people could get hurt, die.
It was like everything sort of clicked in that moment. His eyes were always on me, not in a predatory way like Baek-Jeong, but to make sure I didnât get myself killed. And in reality, he was just as much trapped under Baek-Jeong as I was. âYouâre basically his bloodhoundâ I try to empathize and he almost scoffs, âBloodhounds always seem to bite.â He didnât want to be empathized with. He knew he was a bad man, and he was, but being forced to be a bad man and enjoying being a bad man are two incredibly different things. I lean back in my seat, thinking before I speak again, âwhyâre you here?â
âTo pay back a loanâ I look back at him as he continues, âit shouldâve been paid back by now like yours butâŠâ he shakes his head. I donât push further. He distracts from his words as he pulls off into the road again, taking me home. As he pulls into my driveway to let me out I turn to him. âBut why do you care so much? You have nothing to do with me-â âIâm here for the same reasonâ he interrupts. I froze. He was here for a loan, I figured that much. But I didnât know the similarities. I had taken a loan to help my baby sisterâs medical costs. I begin to speak but he stops me âit was for my wifeâs cancer treatment.â
The car goes silent again. I knew he had a daughter and that was all. I suppose that I just assumed his wife left him because he was crazy but I got it all wrong. I just stare at him but he shakes his head. âGo insideâ I was in no place to deny him so I do. The next morning at training was a mess. Baek-Jeong watched as I practiced the taekwondo but I couldnât focus. I shout in frustration and Baek-Jeong mutters something about how heâll come back when I get my shit together. I take a breath as he leaves, my eyes find Tae-Geoms as he leans against a wall. âYouâre not focusedâ he observes. âWell no shitâ I shake my head.
His lip quirks as he approaches, âneed help focusing?â I was going to answer, I really was but when he comes to stand behind me and I feel his hands touching me to adjust my posture, the words leave my brain. I look over my shoulder at him. It sort of seemed that after his confession the night before, he was less angry, less intimidating. Maybe it was nothing to do with him at all, maybe just my viewpoint of him. He looks down at me and I finally begin to speak, âYou donât have to helpâ he simply shakes his head, âitâs my job to make sure youâre training properlyâ was that all it was? Couldnât be. The way he and Baek-Jeong ruled over the IKFC, at least this one, Iâd seen how he could take control. And the gentle touches he was giving me now was not it.
I drop my arms to my side, ruining the posture he just helped me fix as I turn around. His eyebrows furrowed, they were always furrowed. âWhy are you acting so weird?â I accuse, he was usually so angry and mad at everything. He clears his throat, âyouâre the only one besides Baek-Jeong that knows why Iâm here. Everyone else believes Iâm just some monsterâ he pauses, âwell, I am, butâ he pauses and I shake my head ânot the way he isâ I refer to Baek-Jeong and he goes quiet. His hands are still on my upper arms and neither of us say anything about it. He just stares. Iâd say itâs like he usually does but this time itâs different. My skin heats when my brain acknowledges how close he is.
Then his lips are on mine. I donât do anything to stop it, which would be funny if I wasnât frozen in my skin. Two, maybe three days ago Iâd scoff in the face of anyone whoâd tell me this was going to happen. He almost pulls away when I fail to kiss him back but the second he makes distance, I push my lips back to his. He takes a step back but he doesnât let go of my arms as he kisses me like it was the last thing he ever wanted to do. Despite his grasp, my hands reach up to cup his face. With the switch of position, his hands drift down to my waist.
In the midst of the kiss, the realization that we were still in the training room hit me and I pull away. âIf Baek-Jeong walks in-â âhe wonâtâ âbut if he does-â âpleaseâ he cuts me off one last time. My mouth falls slightly agape at the singular word. In the years Iâve been forced to work in this league, no one- let alone a superior- has said that simple word. I think he notices my taken aback expression. He presses my lips back to mine and in that moment I seem to forget our location. He leads me to the wall, lips not parting once. He wasnât pushing or pulling me, simply guiding. When my back finally presses to the wall, his mouth begins to leave open mouthed kisses down my neck.
His fingers fidget with the edge of my sports bra as his mouth leads down my collar. He doesnât take the bra off- I figured it was in case anyone walked in. Instead, his hands slip under it. His cool palms cup my breasts, goosebumps erupting on my skin. I can feel his smirk against my skin as I lay my head back against the wall. He peppers kisses over the cloth then down my stomach until heâs knelt before me. I manage to look down at him and I shake my head, âyou donât have toâŠâ he doesnât say anything, presses his soft lips above my waist band before hooking his fingers in them and pulling them down. He leaves them to where Iâd be able to pull them up if needed. He peppers kisses from my knees up, giving each leg the equal amount of attention. I whine softly at the tease and he shakes his head, âdonât be a bratâ.
I bite my tongue immediately and he hums in approval, his mouth meeting where I needed him. My jaw slacks as his tongue flattens between my folds. If not for his hands on my hips, my knees would have buckled already. My eyes meet his as he uses precision, like in everything else he does, between my legs. He holds my hips still, the sensation of his tongue repeatedly moving from my entrance to my already aching clit. My hands move to his hair but Iâm careful not to move his head in fear heâd stop. One particular flick of his tongue pushes a moan from my lips and my fingers tangle tightly in his hair.
The mix of the groan from his lips and the feeling of him making out with my cunt send me over the edge. I throw my head back as my legs clamp together on his head. My legs twitch and my hips falter as my orgasm coats his tongue. He doesnât stop, his mouth continuing to lap between my legs. Only when my orgasm is painfully drawn out, does he pull away from my weeping core. He licks his lips and presses on last kiss to my clit before standing. His lips are on mine in a single breath, tasting myself on his tongue, my hands wander to his chest, then lower. I pull his shirt from where it was tucked into his pants and my palms find his abs underneath.
His patience slips at the touch, his hands moving to his belt. I pull away when he finally frees himself. I go to kneel down but he stops me, grabbing my arm. Instead, he turns me around to face the wall. My palms rest flat against the wall on either side of me, my cheek against the cool concrete. He kisses my shoulder softly, âwe can stop, if you wantâ Iâd never shook my head faster. I feel his smile against my shoulder, âtell me if you change your mindâ his forehead presses to my shoulder as he runs his tip through my slick folds. I let out a breath at the sensation, encouraging him. His hand on my hip grips hard as the other lines himself up.
He goes painfully slow, presumably to not hurt me but it does the opposite. The hand thatâs not on my hip finds its way on top of mine on the wall, interlacing our fingers the moment he bottoms out. He gives me a moment before moving his hips. My fingers hold his tight in attention to group myself, my teeth painfully digging into my lower lip in attempt to keep quiet. Though, he doesnât hide his ragged breaths from beside my ear. Each thrust sends my head reeling. I couldnât think of anything but his hips pushing into mine, how each thrust sent him deeper.
How each sound of his sends me closer to the edge. The hand on my hip slips around to toy at my clit. Iâm not able to contain that sound in and it only makes him go harder, but not hard enough to hurt. My vision blurs as I near the edge and he whispers, âcâmon, Iâve got youâ and that reassurance sends my orgasm crashing down on me. The feeling of my cunt clenching down on him snaps the last of his self control as he snaps his hips into me one last time before filling me up with his warm load. I fall limp against the wall, his hands the only thing keeping me up. He peppers kisses on my shoulders and the back of my neck while giving me a moment to catch my breath.
He fixes his clothes before helping me fixing mine and adjusting me so I could stand. I could almost see a smile on his lips as I fix my hair. âBaek-Jeong is gonna kill youâ a small laugh leaves his lips and my knees almost give out again. He licks his lips before speaking, âhe wonât find out, and if he does, Iâll handle itâ I nod to his words before taking a deep breath and itâs almost like he reads my mind as he pulls me into his strong arms. âItâll be okay, Iâll figure it all out, the debt, all of itâ I wrap my arms around him and press my head to his chest.
The simplicity of comfort definitely just made things worse for the both of us.
Synopsis: Youâre hired as Choi Seungcheolâs fake girlfriend, but when you realise how badly heâs been treating you, you form a plan with the help of Jeonghan to play him at his own game.
Warnings: 18+ explicit sexual content | oral (m. and f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, dom! Seungcheol
Authors note: this is a rewrite of one of my old fics, remastered to feature Cheol. I was inspired by my main gal, so I hope you all enjoy!
Being a âsensibleâ figure in the K-pop industry is something everyone strives for. There were too many scandals, too many nasty netizens, too much behind the scenes sadness. You knew going into it that you would probably face some of this so you kept your head low and your personal life, personal.
Being a sensible idol was never something you had envisioned for yourself, so when the nickname was given to you, you were shocked. Thankful, but shocked.
You were always so careful about every action you took. Everything you said and did in public was meticulously thought out and it worked. For your entire career you had avoided scandals, but watching your band mates and others go through it was too much.
The constant living in fear and working extra hard to maintain your ânice girlâ persona was too much. You were tired.
When it was time for your contract with Pledis to be renewed, you had thought long and hard about it. This life was great, and you had worked so hard to be here. But it made you think, were you actually happy?
You werenât allowed to date, not allowed to go out in public without being followed, even your parents were watched sometimes. It was the biggest decision of your life but you just couldnât go through with it anymore. You wanted to live properly.
You didn't sign the contract.
You had lived as an ex idol for around a month when you had gotten the call. The timing was kind of perfect. The drop in income was hitting you hard so you needed this, you just wished it had been someone else.
Pledis Entertainment had a new contract for you; Choi Seungcheolâs fake girlfriend.
You had no idea why he needed a fake girlfriend. You had assumed it was to get the fans to lay off of him a bit, but honestly, you didn't care.
You were the perfect candidate. Not in the industry anymore and beloved by fans when you were. You were known for your kindness and charity work; which is why it felt like a kick to the teeth that you were now feeling like the charity.
It has been 6 months now since you started fake dating Seungcheol. The fans responded well, and everyone was happy. You only had to go on a couple of public dates a week with him and he was nice for the most part. But Pledis wasn't happy enough. You had to move in with him.
Moving in with Seungcheol, on paper, was ideal for you. You loved your own space, but rent costs were high and on the bright side, at least you can save for your own place when this whole ordeal is finally over.
It only took a month of living with Seungcheol before things had started going sideways. It started to feel like he was doing anything in his power to piss you off, and it was working. The truth was that you had tried so hard to make him like you.
The first couple of weeks in this arrangement were easy, until you started to catch feelings. The public dates, his hand on the small of your back, laughing in your ear when he knew the cameras were following you. It was all fake, and you knew that.
But something within you yearned for it to be real. He probably had a controversial side piece, and thatâs why you were brought in, but that idea of that pained you in a way you knew it shouldnât. This was just work.
The feelings you had for him were easy enough to push to the side, until the next date. And then the move in. And by now, you knew that you were fucked.
âAre you seriously not going to help me?â You ask Seungcheol from the stove, where you were making him and his bandmates dinner yet again.
He was lounging on the sofa, pulling Kkumaâs fringe into another clip to get the hair out of her eyes.
âIn a secâ he said, completely dismissing you.
You sigh and go back to making dinner. He didn't come through to help. There was always something. First Kkuma. Then he had to write down an idea for a rap before he forgot.
Then the boys finally arrived.
The change in Seungcheolâs demeanour when they showed up was insulting, he had gone from acting like a moody teenager to a hyper child within seconds. It made your heart feel like it was being crushed.
The rest of Seventeen didnât treat you the same as Seungcheol did. They were like older brothers, they teased you and played around with you like they actually enjoyed your presence. Unlike Seungcheol.
âY/n this is amazing!â Jihoon beams at you with a mouth full of food.
âNo seriously y/n, youâre an amazing cookâ Jeonghan says in a serious tone, causing you to blush. âDid you help her hyung?â He turns to look at Seungcheol.
âYeah I chopped up the vegetables and made the sauceâ he announced, causing you to internally scoff.
Of course he would take all of the credit. Wanker.
You continue to eat, keeping your head down to not show the others how annoyed you were at Cheol, when you feel your phone vibrate. You check it silently, while Seungkwan, Seokmin and Soonyoung argue over the last piece of bread.
âI know he didnât help you. Thank you for dinner seriously, itâs really goodâ
You look up, seeing Jeonghan giving you a sympathetic look. As much as you appreciated it, you hated that look. You didnât want to be pitied. Something had to change.
After dinner, the boys left to talk band stuff but Jeonghan stayed to help you clear the plates.
âWhy do you let him treat you like shit?â Jeonghan asks, placing the cutlery into the dishwasher.
âDo I have much of a choice?â You respond. It was the truth, you were trapped. In love with a fake version of the man you were growing to hate.
âYou could play him at his own gameâ he whispers, as if the others might hear him.
You give him a confused look. âWhat do you mean?â
âThink about it y/n, heâs a dick to you all the time and you still do everything for him. You were employed as his fake girlfriend not his maidâ Jeonghan huffs.
He was right. Seungcheol was too comfortable and you just let him. You had to do something.
âSo what should I do?â You ask.
âMake him jealous.â
Later, the boys had left and it was just you and Seungcheol alone. You were in your room, getting ready for bed when an intrusion in the form of Choi Seungcheol entered without knocking.
âWhat are you doing?â He asks, lounging on your bed.
âGoing to bed?â You say in the form of a question because what the fuck did it look like you were doing? He never came into your room this late, he was always either out or on the phone with a side chick.
âDo you want to watch a movie with me?â He makes a little pouty face, which usually you wouldâve found secretly adorable but after your talk with Jeonghan, it just made you want to punch him in the face.
You think for a second, deciding if you want to ignore him completely or try to turn the tables on him. He had you wrapped around his finger for so long, it was your turn to mess with his head.
âActually I was going to call Jeonghan.â
He looks confused, almost hurt, like he is the only person allowed to be friends with his band mates. Like he was questioning when he said it was okay for you to call his friend.
âYoon Jeonghan?â He asks.
âYeah, we got kinda close tonight while he was helping me with the dishesâ you press, trying to wind him up further while also putting the boot in that he didnât lift a finger to help you.
You get up to shoo him out of your room before he asks anymore questions. You wanted to leave him confused and jealous.
The next night was the same, Seungcheol entering your room without knocking and asking you to do something with him. And it continued for a few weeks. His excuse was usually watching a movie, but as he got more desperate, it became going out for dinner. Then it was more dates for the cameras. He even tried offering to buy you an expensive perfume just because âhe wanted you to have more nice thingsâ.
This whole ordeal was becoming funny to you. Cheol was getting needier and needier and the more you shut him down, the more persistent he got.
You decided to test the waters a bit more. The whole band was over, having a meeting in the kitchen. It had gotten kind of late so you were alone getting ready for bed when you decided to text Jeonghan.
Y/n- Play along pls:)
Jeonghan- copy
You change into a strappy pyjama top and shorts, making your way to the kitchen. You walk in to see all thirteen members sitting around the table discussing the dance routine to their newest song. You grab a glass and fill it with water, leaning against the counter while you drink. You can feel Seungcheolâs eyes on you, roaming your exposed body. You liked it, a lot. But you knew you had to stick to the plan in your head, even if you wanted to give Cheol some right now.
You walk over to Jeonghan, noticing how Cheolâs eyes never leave you. The others barely acknowledge your presence, too distracted by their conversation.
âFollow me to my roomâ you whisper in Jeonghanâs ear before turning and walking out of the kitchen. He follows you, entering your room and closing the door behind him.
âWhat was that about?â He asks, sitting on your desk chair.
âOh nothing, just part of my planâ he laughs at you, liking this whole ordeal that he started.
âWhat do you want me to say when I go back out?â You think for a second, you hadnât actually planned that far.
âJust tell them I needed help finishing somethingâ you smirk.
âDirty girl.â
Your plan had worked because as soon as the boys left, Seungcheol came back to your room. You were already in bed with the lights off but that didn't phase him. Cheol only cared about privacy when it was his own.
âWhat?â You groan, pretending to be annoyed by his existence.
âWhat did you do with Jeonghan earlier?â He asks, a hurt expression on his face that low key killed you on the inside.
âNothing that concerns youâ you respond bluntly.
âWhy are you being like this?â Cheol says, sitting on the edge of your bed. You sit up to face him, turning your lamp on.
âBeing like what? Not hanging on your every move? Not catering to your every need? Is that my job Seungcheol? Because I donât remember it being in the description.â
He looked wounded. His eyes searching yours like he didn't recognise you anymore. Had you taken this too far already? The plan was to make him jealous, not lose your job. You sigh and rest your hand on his knee.
âIâm sorry Cheollie, I just like him and I didn't know how to tell you without putting everything on the lineâ you said, trying to make the situation better.
âYou like him?â He answered.
âIs that okay?â You inquired, already knowing the answer.
âBut what about me and you?â Seungcheol challenged, not seeming to remember how he has treated you this whole time.
âI did like you Cheol, but you made it clear that this is only professional. Together in public, platonic in private, right?â
He looked confused, almost like he had been living a completely different reality to you this entire time. He leans forward, brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear.
âMaybe I was wrong,â he says softly, eyes locked on yours.
âIsnât it too late for that now?â You state, destroying the eye contact before you were sucked in.
Seungcheol coughs and looks down, his lustful trance broken.
âAnyway, youâre going to Japan tomorrow for that shoot right? What day do you fly back?â You ask him in a cheery tone, almost mocking him for his lowered mood.
âWednesday, Iâll be back around midnight,â he mutters.
âOkay, Iâm going out that night so I might not be here when you get back.â You had no plans, but now you have to make some.
Seungcheol nods, looking down to where your duvet had fallen, exposing your lacy bralet. His breath hitches and he tugs at his joggers subtly before excusing himself to bed.
The next night you thought you might have some peace. A break from your full time job; teasing Seungcheol. You were taking full advantage of being in the apartment by yourself. You used his good towels, helped yourself to some of his fancy wine and even tucked yourself up into his bed, which was far nicer than yours.
You hear your phone vibrating beside you, disturbing your peace. Seungcheol had been gone for less than 24 hours and was already trying to fuck with you? Well you were going to fuck with him right back.
You pressed decline on the second ring, knowing how much that would piss him off. He called again. This time you declined on the third ring. Next the fourth, until he texted you instead.
Cheol- y/n answer the fucking phone
y/n- what do you want?
Cheol- are you with Jeonghan?
y/n- so what if i am
Cheol- answer the phone
Cheol- please
Cheol- i need to hear your voice
He calls you again, this time you pick up.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask.
âAre you with him right now?â He sounds frustrated and you debate how long you can fuck with him before gets on a plane home.
âIm in bedâ you say calmly.
âThat doesnât answer my question y/nâ he almost snaps.
You choose to switch up on him a bit.
âWhere are you right now baby?â You ask, trying your best to add a seductive tone to your voice.
âIâm in bedâŠin the hotelâŠaloneâ you hear the shift in his voice, responding to your tone.
âMmmâŠIâm not with Jeonghan right now, but I wish I was because Iâm sooo wetâ you let out a little giggle, as if what you had just said was no big deal. Like it was a normal thing to admit to him. It also wasnât a lie, the sound of his voice alone turned you on. But he didn't need to know that.
âYouâre w-what?â He stutters.
âIâm dripping CheollieâŠin your bedâ you almost moan, internally cringing at yourself.
âYouâre in my bed?â He asks.
âYep, the pillows are softer.â
âY/nâŠ.â You hear his breath hitch again, just like it did in your room before he excused himself.
âYes babyâ you tease.
âAre you touching yourself right now?â Seungcheol coaxed.
âMaybe, would you like it if I was?â You realise your hand was travelling down to the waistband of your shorts. You tug at the elastic.
âFuck- tell me what youâre doing babyâ he sounded fucked already.
âWhat would you like me to do?â
âOpen your legs for meâ he breathes.
âTheyâre openâ you push your hand past your waistband, holding it still while waiting for his instructions.
âRub your clit for me. Close your eyes and picture my fingersâ he grunted, softly. You followed his orders, circling your fingers around your clit. Your panties becoming drenched.
âCheolâ you moan out, giving in to his lustful energy.
âThatâs it baby.â
You hear rustling fabric and then a long moan from Seungcheol. Your plan was working but your body was betraying you. You wanted this just as badly as he did.
âAh- Cheolâ you hiss. He responds with his own lengthy groan. You can hear his hand movements, breath hitching in time to them.
âFuck- Iâm so hard for you babyâ he pants. The guilt within you was starting to build up, but you were too far into your revenge plot to give in now. âAre you close baby?â
âUgh no, Jeonghan was so much better. Iâm boredâ and with that, you hang up, denying both you and him of your high. You had to do it, you had to show Seungcheol that you were not going to let him fuck with you anymore.
He starts to blow up your phone but you ignore him. Switching it to do not disturb before going to sleep.
When Wednesday rolled around, you had been too busy living a luxurious life with all of Seungcheolâs belongings that you had forgotten to make plans.
You call Jeonghan and explain your situation, basically begging him to let you come over. He complies, offering to make you dinner.
After dinner had been eaten and cleared away, you were sitting on the sofa across from Jeonghan discussing what was next for your plan.
âI donât know how much longer I can do it honestlyâ you admit, feeling the guilt deep in your bones.
âDid you think of the end goal when you started this?â He asks. Truthfully, no. You had been too wrapped up with the idea of revenge that you had forgotten what you actually wanted to gain from this ordeal.
âAt first I think I just wanted him to be nicer to me, but now things have escalated I donât know anymoreâ you say.
âAre you finally going to admit to me that you have feelings for him?â Jeonghan saw straight through you.
âIs it obvious?â
He nods, giving you a sympathetic look.
You excuse yourself to the bathroom, it was past midnight so you needed to go home and face Seungcheol. As you were washing your hands, you hear his voice.
âJeonghan!â Seungcheol stumbles into the house, he sounds pissed. You open the door a tiny bit to listen to what theyâre saying.
âWhen were you going to tell me you were fucking my girlfriend?â Cheol accused. You froze. Your cover was about to be blown.
âOkay first of all, sheâs not really your girlfriend. And second, Iâm not fucking her, weâre just friendsâ Jeonghan spoke calmly, completely opposite to Seungcheolâs aggressive tone.
You hear him sigh loudly. Moving to watch through the crack in the door, you see him flop onto the couch. Jeonghan hadnât exposed your whereabouts and you were thankful for that, you wanted to hear what he had to say when he didnât know you were listening.
âSomething happened in Japanâ Cheol began and you catch sight of how stressed he looks. âI donât know where I stand with her now.â
âWhat happened?â Jeonghan asks. You hadnât filled him in on the phone call because you didnât know if he would approve or not.
âI called her. I thought she was with you, but she was in my bed.. and well things escalated i guess. But then-â Seungcheol pauses to rub his eyes and lower his head slightly. âShe hung up on me as I was about to finish.â
âShe hung up on you? Did she give you a reason?â Jeonghan looks impressed, like he was ready to congratulate you on successfully messing with his best friend.
Cheol lifts up his head to look at Jeonghan, a small look of resentment on his face.
âShe said âJeonghan sounded so much hotter than youâ and then she added that she was bored and hung up.â
Seungcheolâs face goes red. You knew that he wasnât used to this type of treatment. Girls would fall at his feet and he would lap up the attention like it would never end. This was exactly why you needed to humble him.
âHyung, sheâs fucking with youâ Jeonghan says, trying to hold in his laughter. Seungcheol just looked at him confused. âMe and y/n have never had phone sexâŠor regular sex. Weâve never even kissed. I think you need to figure your feelings out and actually communicate them with her because it seems like sheâs playing you at your own game.â
âUgh i knew it!â Cheol slaps his hands on his knees and brings one up to run through his hair. âI donât know what it is. Iâve tried to ignore how she looks in her stupid little shorts and how she walks around my house like she belongs there, because she does. Iâve just never told her. One night, when she was moving her stuff in, I was putting her mirror up for her and i could feel her breath on the back of my neckâ he leans his head on the back of the sofa and you watch as his Adamâs apple goes up and down. âI wanted to kiss her so badly that nightâŠ.i almost did. I knew it was wrong so i guess Iâve been treating her like shit ever since to try and switch the feelings off.â
âIs it working?â Jeonghan asks.
âNo, not at all. She just thinks Iâm being a wanker for no reason.â
As soon as you hear the words leave his lips, you slip out the back door of Jeonghanâs apartment. You send him a quick text to explain and head home.
You had been home for around 30 minutes when Seungcheol finally arrived. He walks in the door, finding you in the kitchen.
âHeyâ you said flatly. Waiting for the onslaught of accusations on your whereabouts tonight. He sits on the couch, sighing loudly.
âWhere were you?â He asks, an uncomfortable level of calm in his voice. You walk towards him, sitting on the arm of the sofa.
âI was outâ you say nonchalantly.
âWith him?â
You sigh, not feeling like having an argument with him tonight. You were tired from a long day of making Seungcheol jealous.
âMaybeâ you respond, not giving anything away.
âY/n, you have to stop this thing with Jeonghanâ Cheol spits. The air in the room felt like it was getting thinner by the second. He stands, walking towards you.
âAnd why would I need to do that?â You respond, finally feeling sick of his shit. He always did this; kept you at arms length, did whatever he wanted to do but then didnât like it when you did the same. You knew he had spoken to Jeonghan, and that he knew the truth. But stringing him along was much more fun.
âBecause he just- he wouldnât know how to treat you right!â He announced, grabbing one of your wrists. You try to shake him off but his iron grip doesnât falter for a second.
âOh and you would?â
Cheol doesnât respond. He lets go of your wrist, throwing it back at you.
âWhy do you think you know whatâs best for me?â You ask.
âBecause weâre together y/n! I donât understand what you donât get about that.â
His words left you confused. You had always liked him, more than you knew you should have, but it was never reciprocated. Until Jeonghan. But now you felt like you couldnât give in this easily. He had strung you along for months and it wasnât fair. If he liked you this much you needed a reason as to why he had never acted on it before.
âExplain to me Cheol. Why now? Why is it that as soon as I show interest in someone else, youâre suddenly all in my business?â You felt your whole body on fire. Internally you were livid, edging him just enough to fuck with his head. But by this point, you wanted him so badly.
âI couldnât ruin it before. They warned me when we started this. To not fuck it upâ he moves closer to you, the air in between your bodies feeling harder to breathe.
âSo what changed?â
âThinking of you with him, i thought after the phone sex that you were just fucking with me. But I heard it in your voice. How bad you wanted meâ his forehead leans against yours. You try to step back, not wanting to give in so easily but your body was paralysed by his lustful energy. He had sucked you in.
âGrow up, Seungcheol.â
âWhat if I donât want to? Youâre literally driving me fucking crazyâ his breath is hot on your face. You donât know how much longer you can control yourself.
âWell youâre driving me crazier dickhead.â
âSo just stop all of this teasing, pleaseâ he pleads.
âFine then. Fuck meâ you say, stern.
âRe- wait really?â Cheol stammers.
âIf you want it so bad, go on then.â
âI can make you feel better than youâve ever felt beforeâ he pants, eyeing you up and down like he had just won the lottery.
You grab his chin, âprove it.â
You watch as your words trigger something in him. His eyes go dark and his expression turns fatal.
That was it. Within seconds, his mouth was on yours. He dragged his hands up your arms, resting them on your neck.
You pushed him, so he stumbled backwards slightly. But you couldnât do it anymore, you were being drawn to him like a magnet.
You grab his t-shirt, forcefully pulling his lips back to yours. He kissed you like he had been waiting a lifetime to do it, like the world would end if his lips werenât on yours at this moment.
Deepening it, his tongue travels across your bottom lip before invading your mouth. The world around you fell away and it was like you were the only two people on the planet.
Your mind was telling you to let go, but your body held him close, clutching the short hair at the nape of his neck. You let out a strangled moan, feeling his lips curve up in response.
His hands travelled down to the curve of your ass, you jumped and he caught your thighs as your legs wrapped around him tightly. Seungcheol carried you to his bedroom, his cock straining against his jeans beneath you.
âyouâve had your fun baby, now Iâm in chargeâ you wanted to argue back with him, but damn his possessive tone was so fucking hot.
âYes sir.â He liked that, you could tell by the feeling of his cock twitching against the bottom of your thigh.
Cheol moved backwards, sitting on the edge of his bed while you straddled him.
âJeans off nowâ he mumbles into your mouth, âI want you to strip for me.â
You climb off of Cheol, standing in front of him, never breaking eye contact. You start slow, removing your belt.
He pulls at the denim suffocating his erect dick, all while giving you his full concentration.
Slowly you pull off your t-shirt and slide your jeans down your legs. The wet spot on your panties catching his attention.
âSo wet for me baby. Take them off quickly and come here.â He stands, removing his own jeans and t-shirt, leaving him in only his boxers.
You take off your panties, leaving you in only your bra. Seungcheol grabs your hips, pulling you forward and lifting you so youâre straddling him. He looks down and smirks at your arousal leaking down your legs, using his index finger to scoop it up before bringing it to his lips.
âYou taste so sweet baby, are you all worked up for me?â he says, his hot breath tickling your neck.
âY-yes Cheollieâ you say softly, practically melting on the spot.
âI liked sir better. Be a good girl and call me sir okay?â
You nod in response. Gripping onto his shoulders for dear life, you were losing your patience. Seungcheol brings his finger down to your heat, swiping some of your slick.
âOpen babyâ he says, invading your mouth with his finger so you could taste yourself. âYou want me to make you cum so bad donât youâ Cheolâs mouth was grazing up your neck, driving you insane. âRide my thigh jagi, show me how bad you want it.â
You didn't hesitate. You needed the friction desperately, and you were willing to do anything to relieve the tension. You scoot over slightly and begin to move. Grinding your wet pussy onto his thigh.
âAh fuck that feels so goodâ you moan out.
Seungcheol attacks your neck, leaving his marks all the way down it.
âKeep going baby, make a mess all over my thighâ he grunts, reaching down to palm himself.
You grab his hand, intertwining your fingers to stop him getting any pleasure. He thinks heâs in charge but you tease him any chance you can get.
You continue grinding, movements getting faster and more intense as you feel his whole thigh now soaked with your slick. Tension builds even higher, sending you hurtling towards your high.
âAh-Iâm gonna fuckâ your head falls onto his shoulder and he grabs your hips, bringing your folds down harder onto his thigh.
âThatâs it baby. Be a good girl and cum for me okay?â
His words send you over the edge. With a few more moans and aggressive rolls of your hips, you come hard, spilling all over his thigh.
Before you can catch your breath, Seungcheol kisses you harshly. Teeth clattering together like you were the air he needed to breathe.
âLay down on the bed nowâ he commands, lifting you off of him.
âYes sir.â
You crawl forward, laying on your back and within seconds Seungcheol is back on you. His lips travel from your neck to your bra, he rips it in half and throws it behind him. He would definitely be buying you a new one tomorrow.
Cheol attaches his mouth to your nipple, pinching the other one harshly between his finger and thumb earning a loud hiss from you. The rapid pace that his tongue was circling your bud made you arch your back off of the bed. Without warning, you feel his teeth graze your skin and then bite down softly.
âFuck Cheollieâ you mutter, your fingers running through his dark hair.
âYou belong to me now, no more Jeonghan. You understand?â He growls, somehow making you more wet.
âDonât say his name right now. I only want youâ you respond, pushing his face back down to meet your skin.
âRight answerâ he says, his hot breath on your skin giving you goosebumps.
He travels further down, settling in between your legs.
âNo moving, you take what i give you and you donât come until I say so. Understand?â His possessiveness was driving you crazy, you needed him so bad.
âI understand.â
As soon as the words left your mouth, he was back on you. He licked a stripe up your slit, before attaching his lips around your clit.
His digits pressed into you without warning, fucking you with them at a rapid pace. Your breathing had become irregular and you had completely lost yourself in the euphoric feeling of his slender fingers.
He curls them inside of you, making your back arch, never once slowing his tongue on your clit. You felt your body begin to shake, the overstimulation pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
Your moans were coming out loud and long, feeling a lump in your throat as he worked you further towards your high.
âCheol please- i need to comeâ you pant, grabbing hold of his hair and tugging it slightly.
âNot yet baby, you can wait a bit longerâ he responds, not wasting a second before his mouth attacks your heat again.
âPlease, I canât hold itâ he adds another finger, speeding up his movements before taking all three out completely. Seungcheol lowers his chin, replacing his fingers with his tongue, fucking you with it. He continues to eat you out aggressively, you still holding onto your high like your life depended on it. He switches back, inserting three fingers with force and curling them inside of you.
âCome all over my face jagiâ he grunts against you, working your clit with his tongue again. You moan out, the loudest you had ever heard yourself and come hard against his mouth. His fingers working you through it.
Cheol makes his way back up to face you. Both of you breathing heavily, lost in the lust of the moment. His mouth attacks yours in a deeply passionate kiss as you reach down to palm him through his boxers.
âTake them offâ you groan into his mouth.
âGet on your knees then.â
For some reason, you comply instantly, succumbing to the hold he had over you. He whips his boxers off and you gaze at him like heâs your next meal. You reach for his hips and yank him forward so his tip is inches away from your face.
You were shocked at how big he was, the tip pink and leaking, making your mouth water.
âAre you going to suck me off baby girl?â He hums, resting his hands in your hair. You look up at him through your lashes, the wrecked expression on your face causing him to groan and his dick to twitch in front of you.
Slowly, you reach for the base of his cock, taking it in your hand and squeezing it a little. Teasing him more, you stick out your tongue and graze the tip of his shaft without fully touching it yet.
You can feel him getting impatient and you love it. All of that control he thought he had disappeared with one touch of his dick.
âAre you trying to kill me baby?â He huffs.
âPatience sirâ you smirk, playing him at his own game.
Slowly, you lick up the base of his cock, earning a strangled moan from him. Done teasing him, you take him fully into your mouth.
You relax your throat, taking him deeper until your lips are fully enclosed around the base, nose brushing against the soft hair on his skin.
âFuck that feels so goodâ he says, letting out a strangled groan making you want to do it over and over again. You pull his dick out of your mouth, going slower when you reach the tip.
âFuck my mouth sirâ you say, clutching onto his bare hips. Seungcheol moans loudly, grabbing your hair before thrusting into your mouth harshly. Your mouth felt so full and you were loving making him feel good. The head of his dick bumped against the back of your throat over and over again, before his thrusts began to get sloppy so you took over. Working him with both your hand and mouth.
âBaby donât stop, Iâm gonna- fuckkkkâ he drags out, throwing his head back before bringing it forward again, looking into your eyes as he comes down your throat. You swallowed every drop as you worked him through his high.
Seungcheol pants, trying to gather himself quickly. One hand still holding your head, he leans down, bringing his mouth back onto yours.
âFuck Iâm gonna get hard again,â he whines.
He leaves you for a second, pulling the standing mirror from the corner of the room over to face the bed.
âI want a good view while I take you from behind. Get on the bed baby girl.â
âYes sirâ you say, stunned by his actions. You had never seen this side of him before and you were enjoying it a bit too much.
You get onto the bed, resting on your elbows and knees while Seungcheol takes position behind you. He brings his face down between your legs and eats you out roughly for a few seconds, your legs wouldâve given out if he wasnât gripping your hips so hard.
âHurry up please, i need youâ you cried, becoming very impatient.
âGetting needy now are we?â He mocked.
âFuck off Cheol.â
âYou mean, fuck off sirâ he laughs, âYouâre fucking dripping down your legsâ he hums, straightening his back to look at your blissed out expression in the mirror. âDo I need a condom baby?â
You shake your head, âno i want to feel you.â
âUghh youâre fucking amazing jagi.â As soon as the words leave his mouth, he slams his length inside of you. Feeling so full, you make a sound that you had never heard yourself make before. You feel your cheeks flush red, but Seungcheol doesnât notice, heâs too preoccupied.
His thrusts continue at a rapid pace, loud noises of skin on skin filling the room. Seungcheolâs hands roam your body, running up your thighs, over your ribs. He palmed your breasts, pinching your nipples harshly before moving his hand between your legs, finding your clit.
You were being sent into overdrive, the attention on your clit paired with his deep thrusts was sending you hurtling towards the edge.
âCheol Iâm gonna-â you choke, sweat and hair sticking to your face.
âLet go for me jagi.â
You come with a strangled moan. Your legs give out and Seungcheol holds you up while he works you through your high, pausing momentarily for you to come back down.
âBack with me?â He asks, looking at your reflection.
You nod quickly, wanting more of him. You wanted Seungcheol to fuck you until you had nothing left to give. And then some more.
Cheol pulls out of you and flips you over, hovering over you for a minute while he marks your neck. He guided himself back in and continued his relentless rhythm.
âFuck- i love being inside of youâ he panted, his lips next to your ear so you could feel his hot breath tickle your skin.
He fucks you hard, balls slapping against your ass. You can feel every inch of him filling you up and he felt perfect.
Cheolâs moans are loud, paired with your own, your neighbours would probably be filing a complaint in the morning.
You feel your stomach tighten and your throat become dry as you come close to your fourth high. You knew Cheol was close too, his body was shaking and his hips were losing their rhythm.
âFuck y/n, youâre gripping me so tightâ he moans, sounding feral as he inches closer to his orgasm.
âFill me up sir.â
He grips your hips so tight, they would surely bruise, and starts pounding into you bringing his lips to yours. Within the heated kiss, you come hard, moaning into his mouth. Seungcheol follows closely behind you, hot ropes of cum filling you to the brim.
âFuck, fuck, fuckâ he pants, head dropping to yours shoulder.
After a minute, Cheol eases out of you, collapsing onto the sheets next to you.
âTomorrow, you ride my face okay? And you sleep in here from now on, I want you with me.â
âYes, sirâ
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