❧𝐛𝐚𝐞☙

𐬼☾彡𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭-𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭ミ✫𐬽

[liuhsng]

─────⋆˚࿔ ⋆ honey on ice ( psh ! )

✩ˎˊ˗ enhypen masterlist

⤷ pairing — sunghoon x fem!reader

⤷ word count — 18.4k ⤷ permanent taglist — open !

⤷ warnings — smut (minors dni), p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), non idol au, dilf!sunghoon, single dad!sunghoon, ice skater!sunghoon, college!reader, nanny!reader, size kink, praise kink, slight dumbification (reader gets v babygirl-coded), manhandling, light nipple play, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, creampie, aftercare, soft dom!sunghoon, slight breeding kink, mentions of pregnancy, fluff

✩ˎˊ˗ summary — you were supposed to save his daughter from loneliness—not him. park sunghoon has it all: medals, money, and a schedule too packed for bedtime stories. when his little girl starts closing off, he hires you—a broke college student with a bright laugh and quiet charm—as her nanny. you’re warm, young, and everything his cold, controlled world isn’t. or where saving him was never in the job description—but you did it anyway.

It was late into the night, the soft hum of the television filling the massive living room of Park Sunghoon’s estate. The faint glow of the screen cast light across the leather couches where Sunghoon sat slouched with a bottle of beer dangling loosely in his hand.

Chips and half-empty takeout boxes were sprawled across the coffee table—evidence of three hours spent yelling at football players they’d never meet.

Heeseung was nearest the remote, lazily clicking through channels until Sunghoon let out a deep sigh that made all three heads turn.

“I swear…” Sunghoon muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m trying to be a better father to Sooyun.”

Heeseung’s thumb paused on the remote as he shot him a knowing look. With a sigh, he lowered the volume. “Alright, here we go. Let’s all listen to Sunghoon complain about his miserable life again.”

“Fuck you,” Sunghoon said flatly, though his glare lacked any real heat.

Jay, sprawled casually on the loveseat across from them, smirked over his beer. “That’s mean. Let him vent. He’s sensitive.”

Jake, curled up in an armchair with one leg over the other, groaned dramatically.

“What now, Sunghoon? Did Sooyun draw a frowny face in her diary again? Or did she call you Mr. Park instead of dad?”

Sunghoon threw a chip at him—it missed. “I’m serious, assholes. Am I a shitty dad?”

Without hesitation, Heeseung and Jake chorused in unison: “Absolutely.”

Jay snorted into his drink, the sound muffled by the rim of the bottle.

“Goddamn it,” Sunghoon groaned, running both hands down his face as he leaned forward, elbows on knees.

“I’m trying my best for Sooyun. I give her whatever she wants. Toys, trips, dresses, a whole fucking pony if she asked—but it’s never enough. She’s always…” He trailed off, staring at his beer bottle like it held the answers.

“Sad,” Heeseung finished softly, voice surprisingly lacking its usual bite.

Sunghoon nodded, the crease between his brows deepening.

Jake leaned back with a sigh, swirling his beer lazily.

“Well, I mean… you’re always busy. Being a figure skating coach isn’t exactly a 9-to-5, dude. But let’s be honest—you’re out there looking after other people’s kids. Spoiled little heirs and heiresses whose rich parents don’t know how to raise them… sound familiar?”

The words hit harder than Sunghoon expected. He set his beer down on the table with a soft thud, staring blankly at the floor.

“Don’t turn into them,” Jay added quietly, picking up where Jake left off.

His eyes flicked briefly to Sunghoon before returning to the TV. “You’re not like those parents… yet.”

The silence that followed was thick, heavy with unsaid things. Sunghoon’s fingers tapped absently against his knee. “Okay, so what the hell do I do then?”

They all went quiet.

Then, Heeseung suddenly snapped his fingers with a grin. “I think I have a solution.”

“Oh boy,” Jake muttered, dragging a hand down his face.

“Shut up, this is genius.” Heeseung leaned forward like he was about to pitch the next big startup.

“Hire someone. A nanny. You know—someone young, fun, patient. Someone who can actually be there when you’re not.”

“A nanny?” Sunghoon echoed, eyebrows furrowed. “What am I, sixty?”

Jay chuckled under his breath. “You’re a single dad, Sunghoon. And your kid’s lonely. Don’t make this harder than it is.”

“Think about it,” Heeseung pressed, eyes gleaming now. “She gets someone to hang out with who’s not cold, distant, and dead inside like you—”

“Again. Fuck you.”

“—and you get peace of mind knowing she’s not sulking around this big empty house.”

Sunghoon rubbed his temple. “You make it sound so simple.”

Heeseung only grinned, leaning back into the couch as he took another lazy sip of his beer. “That’s because it is.”

Sunghoon shot him a flat look, his head lolling to the side against the leather. “What do you mean?”

“I know someone,” Heeseung started, his grin widening.

“Well—not me. My brother.” He paused, and the others immediately perked up.

Jake arched a brow. “This sounds suspicious already.”

Ignoring him, Heeseung continued, gesturing vaguely with his bottle. “He and his wife hire this college student. At least every month. Whenever they have to fly out of the country for business trips, she comes over to watch their kids.”

Sunghoon’s brow furrowed as he sat up straighter, resting his forearms on his thighs. “And I’m supposed to just trust some random college student with my daughter?”

Heeseung rolled his eyes, waving him off. “She’s not random. I’ve met her. She seems… sweet.”

Jay let out a low laugh from across the room, swirling his beer lazily. “Coming from you, that doesn’t say much.”

Heeseung’s grin dropped as he squinted at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jake, already biting back a laugh, didn’t even try to hide it this time. “It means you think every girl’s cute, Heeseung. A waitress smiles at you and you’re ready to wife her up.”

“Bullshit,” Heeseung scoffed, flipping Jake off.

“But seriously, she really is sweet. Like… good with kids, not annoying, and actually smart. She’s studying education or psychology or something. My brother’s wife raves about her.”

Sunghoon stayed quiet for a moment, fingers drumming against his knee. The idea was absurd. Entrust his daughter to some college kid he didn’t even know?

But then again, Sooyun’s sad little eyes flashed in his mind. The way she barely smiled anymore, how her room felt quieter lately even when she was home.

He let out a long breath. “I don’t know…”

“You don’t have to marry her, Sunghoon. Just meet her.” Heeseung tilted his head like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Talk to her, see if she’s a fit. If not, then fine. But at least try.”

Jay smirked, voice low and teasing. “Or maybe you’ll like her, and she’ll be Sooyun’s nanny and your emotional support system.”

“Fuck off.”

The room erupted with laughter. Jay nearly choked on his beer, Jake slapping his thigh as he doubled over, and Heeseung grinning like he’d just won some unspoken game.

Sunghoon leaned back against the leather couch with a groan, tipping his head up to stare at the ornate chandelier above.

“Send me her number,” he muttered, his voice low but reluctant. “I’ll look into it.”

Heeseung’s grin grew impossibly wider as he reached for his phone. “Look at you, Mr. Progress. Daddy of the Year.”

“Shut up,” Sunghoon grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Don’t fuck her on the first meeting, yeah?” Heeseung teased, typing something into his phone with a smirk.

The throw pillow flew across the room before he could even blink, smacking Heeseung square in the chest. He let out a surprised laugh as the pillow hit the floor.

“I’m not like you,” Sunghoon shot back, narrowing his eyes.

Jake leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees with an amused grin. “He’s right though. Heeseung would have her up against the counter by dinner.”

“Hey!” Heeseung protested, pointing a chip at Jake. “I have self-control. Sometimes.”

Sunghoon exhaled sharply, grabbing his beer again and swirling it in his hand. “I’m not hiring a nanny to flirt with her. This is for Sooyun. That’s it.”

“Sure,” Jay hummed, clearly unconvinced. “That’s what they all say.”

“Fuck all of you,” Sunghoon muttered, but there was no bite to his voice. He took a long sip, already dreading whatever setup Heeseung was planning.

Heeseung’s phone buzzed, and he waved it at Sunghoon with a shit-eating grin. “I already texted Heedo. Her name’s (Y/N). I’ll send you her number later. Don’t be an ass when you call her.”

“I won’t.” Sunghoon sighed again, staring at his phone on the coffee table like it had just become another thing to deal with.

Jake raised his beer in mock salute. “To Sooyun’s new nanny—and to Sunghoon hopefully getting laid for the first time in years.”

The throw pillow found its next victim.

The sound of animated singing drifted from the living room speakers as you gently tucked the two boys under their blanket, their small faces already soft with sleep.

The Disney movie credits rolled in the background, the room glowing with the warm light of the TV.

“Sweet dreams, Hamin. You too, Hyunmin,” you whispered, brushing Hyunmin’s hair back from his forehead.

“Night night,” Hamin mumbled sleepily, already clutching his stuffed lion tighter.

You smiled, your heart warming at the sight before you straightened up, quietly gathering the plastic plates and juice boxes abandoned on the coffee table.

You were halfway to the kitchen when a low voice called out from the hallway.

“(Y/N), can I talk to you for a second?”

Startled, you looked up to see Heedo, the boys’ father, leaning casually against the doorframe.

“Oh—sure,” you said, balancing the plates in your hands. “Just give me a moment.”

You carried the plates into the kitchen, setting them down carefully on the table.

But your eyes widened slightly when you noticed someone else sitting there—a tall man in a fitted black coat, sleeves pushed up just enough to show a luxury watch, his posture relaxed as he leaned back in the chair.

He gave you a lazy grin, one that was equal parts charming and mischievous. “Hey.”

You blinked at him, then at Heedo, and back. “Am I in trouble?” you asked cautiously, though there was a teasing lilt to your voice.

Both men chuckled.

“No, no trouble,” Heedo said, shaking his head. “Actually… Heeseung wanted to talk to you. So I’ll leave you two to it.”

You tilted your head slightly, brows furrowed in mild confusion, but nodded. “Uh… okay.”

Heedo excused himself with a smile, leaving you standing in the kitchen doorway with this stranger—well, not a total stranger. You’d heard of ‘Uncle Heeseung’ from the boys before.

Heeseung pushed off the chair slightly, arms crossing over his chest as he looked at you with an amused glint in his eyes. “(Y/N), right?”

You nodded quickly. “Yes, Mr. Lee.”

He barked out a short laugh. “Oh, no. Heeseung’s fine. Makes me feel old otherwise.”

You smiled politely, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Okay… Heeseung.”

“Better.” He gave a small nod of approval. “So. (Y/N). You regularly babysit Hamin and Hyunmin, right?”

“When they need me, yeah,” you replied, crossing your arms loosely. “Why?”

Heeseung leaned casually against the counter, the corner of his mouth tugging upward.

“A friend of mine needs help with his daughter. And, well, I’ve seen how you are with my nephews. You’re good. And they adore you.”

You tilted your head slightly, an eyebrow raising. “Why are you the one telling me this and not your friend? Does he not have a mouth?”

That earned you a full laugh this time. “Feisty.” Heeseung’s grin widened as he shook his head. “I like that.”

Your brow furrowed a little more. “Not sure if that’s a compliment or if I should be worried.”

Heeseung chuckled, uncrossing his arms to rest his hands on the counter. “Relax. I’m just the one who knows you, so it felt easier to ask. You interested?”

You hesitated, glancing back toward the living room where Hamin and Hyunmin were snuggled under their blanket.

“What about Hamin and Hyunmin?”

Heeseung waved it off with a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll cover them. This won’t interfere.”

You sighed, a small smile tugging at your lips despite your initial wariness. “Sure, I guess. I’ll help.”

“Atta girl.” Heeseung’s grin softened slightly. He reached for his phone, already scrolling through his contacts.

“I’ll give you his number. His name’s Park Sunghoon. Don’t let the cold exterior fool you—he’s not as scary as he looks.”

You raised a brow again, smirking a little. “Now should I be nervous?”

“Only if you’re afraid of handsome, broody single dads.” Heeseung winked.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Noted.”

Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out your phone and unlocked it, the screen glowing faintly in the warm kitchen light.

“Here,” you said, holding it out to Heeseung.

He took it without hesitation, his fingers flying over the screen as he quickly typed in a number.

You noticed the faint smirk tugging at his lips as he worked—like he knew something you didn’t.

“There,” Heeseung said finally, handing your phone back. “I’ll notify him soon. Probably tomorrow morning. Expect a call or a text.”

You nodded slowly, clutching your phone to your chest. “Alright…”

Heeseung’s grin softened as he pushed off the counter. “You’ll do great, (Y/N). Trust me.”

“Do I have a choice?” you asked under your breath, but he only chuckled.

“Not really.” He gave you one last wink before strolling out of the kitchen, his footsteps fading down the hall.

Left alone, you stood there for a moment staring at the empty doorway, your fingers tightening around your phone.

You glanced down at the screen where the new contact—stared back at you in neat numbers.

“What have I gotten myself into?” you muttered under your breath.

With a small sigh, you gathered the plastic plates again and carried them to the sink, the faint sound of water running as you began rinsing them off. Your mind was already racing.

“Please don’t let him be weird,” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head as you set the plates aside to dry.

The sleek black car rolled to a stop outside the massive building, its chrome letters gleaming under the pale winter sunlight: ‘PARK ICE & CO.’

Heeseung snorted under his breath as he slammed the car door shut. “Yeah, okay, flex harder, Sunghoon.”

His eyes flicked to the row of luxury cars parked nearby—Porsches, Teslas, even a matte black G-Wagon.

Shoving his hands into the pockets of his coat, Heeseung strolled toward the glass doors. The guard at the entrance straightened at the sight of him.

“Good morning, Mr. Lee.”

Heeseung nodded back with a lazy grin. “Morning.”

The first thing that hit him as the doors slid open was the sharp bite of cold air. It smelled faintly of ice, rubber, and hot chocolate—probably from the snack counter at the far end of the lobby.

But the next thing was louder: the sound of children laughing, skates scraping against ice, and a few harried babysitters watching nervously from benches lined along the rink.

Heeseung’s lips curled in amusement as he muttered to himself, “Rich people.”

His eyes scanned the rink until they found him.

Park Sunghoon.

The man stood out effortlessly—tall, lean, dressed in sleek black athletic wear as he moved fluidly across the ice. His voice was calm but firm as he instructed the group of young skaters clustered around him.

“Careful when stopping. Don’t let your weight pitch forward. You’ll hurt yourself if you tumble.”

Heeseung leaned casually against the glass, his arm brushing the cold surface as he watched Sunghoon smile at one of the smaller kids who nodded earnestly.

There had to be at least eighteen kids on the ice, their colorful jackets like moving confetti against the pristine rink.

“Coach Park,” Heeseung called out, his voice carrying easily over the ambient noise.

Sunghoon looked up instantly, his expression still calm, though his brow arched slightly. The smile didn’t leave his face—at least not yet.

Heeseung smirked, tapping the glass lightly. “Got a minute?”

Sunghoon turned to his assistant, murmuring something Heeseung couldn’t hear as he nodded and stepped forward to take over.

With a graceful push, he skated toward the edge of the rink, stopping neatly in front of Heeseung.

Leaning on the barrier, Sunghoon tilted his head, his dark hair slightly damp from the cold air. “What are you doing here?”

“I got you a babysitter,” Heeseung replied simply, his grin infuriatingly bright.

Sunghoon raised a brow, unlatching the small side door beside Heeseung. As he stepped off the ice, he crouched to remove the guards from his skates, his fingers quick and precise.

“What bribe did you offer Heedo to loan you his regular babysitter?” Sunghoon asked, standing tall again as he handed the guards to Heeseung.

Heeseung caught them with ease, shrugging. “I didn’t. I talked to (Y/N) myself.”

Sunghoon crossed his arms, the fabric of his jacket stretching slightly over his shoulders. “She said yes?”

“Yeah. Told her you needed one.”

“She agreed just like that?”

Heeseung leaned back against the glass, his grin widening. “Told you she’s a sweet girl.”

Sunghoon exhaled through his nose, shaking his head. “What now?”

“I sent you her number a few minutes ago. That should do it.”

Sunghoon’s gaze narrowed slightly. “Are you sure about her?”

Heeseung laughed, the sound echoing faintly in the cold rink air. “Come on, Coach Park. What do you take me for?”

“A fuckboy with no morals,” Sunghoon said flatly, one corner of his mouth twitching.

“Wow,” Heeseung sighed, dramatically clutching his chest. “The disrespect. I’m banning you from my company building with the amount of insults you throw at me daily.”

“Good,” Sunghoon muttered as he pulled the zipper of his jacket up slightly, already moving back toward the rink door.

“Don’t scare her, Sunghoon!” Heeseung called after him.

“You’re not even sure if I’ll reach out to her.” Sunghoon shot back over his shoulder, crouching briefly to pull off the last skate guard.

He tossed it lightly to Heeseung, who caught it with a grin.

“Seriously. That guy,” Heeseung muttered to himself with a shake of his head, watching as Sunghoon stepped smoothly back onto the ice and glided away like he hadn’t just been volunteered for a life change.

Sunghoon didn’t know how long he’d been spacing out after that. He barely remembered finishing the class.

Didn’t register the polite goodbyes from the kids or their parents.

Couldn’t even recall the moment he stopped by a restaurant to grab takeout—though the faint smell of soup lingering in the car told him he had.

He didn’t remember the drive home either, his luxury sports car eating up the darkened streets until the familiar towering gates of his estate came into view.

With a sigh, he pressed his thumb to the scanner by the driver’s side, the gates sliding open with a soft mechanical hum.

The tires crunched against the gravel driveway as he pulled in, the headlights briefly illuminating the grand facade of the Park residence before fading as he killed the engine.

Leaning back against the leather seat, Sunghoon let out a long breath, staring at nothing.

His fingers drummed absentmindedly against the steering wheel before he finally grabbed his things from the passenger seat—the brown paper bag of food and his sleek leather satchel—and pushed the door open.

The warm light from the house spilled out onto the driveway.

The first thing he heard wasn’t silence.

It was chaos.

“No, sushi tomorrow!” Jake’s voice echoed from inside.

“Pizza. You literally ate sushi yesterday, you weirdo,” Jay countered, his tone dripping with mock irritation.

Sunghoon’s eyes flicked to the living room as he stepped in, taking in the sight of his two friends half-sprawled on the couch, bickering like teenagers.

But his gaze softened when it landed on the small figure curled up in the corner.

Sooyun.

She was lying across the couch in her pink pajamas, her tiny arms hugging a stuffed bunny to her chest, her lashes fluttering slightly as she teetered on the edge of sleep.

Quietly, Sunghoon set down his things and walked over. He pulled the soft blanket from the arm of the couch and draped it over her small frame before kneeling down to press a gentle kiss to her forehead.

“Shut up,” he said without looking up, his voice quiet but firm.

Jake jumped slightly at the sound, his head whipping around. “Shit, you’re like a ninja—”

Jay chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “Sorry, man.”

Sooyun stirred at the voices, rubbing her eyes with tiny fists as she blinked up at her father. “Hi, Daddy,” she whispered sleepily.

Sunghoon’s lips curved into a rare, soft smile. “Hey, baby.” He pressed another kiss to her forehead.

She reached out, her voice small. “Pick me up?”

“Of course.”

He scooped her up with practiced ease, cradling her against his chest as she buried her face into his shoulder. She still smelled faintly of baby powder and strawberry shampoo.

“Did you have fun with Uncle Jay and Jake?” he asked as he turned to face his friends, who were now watching with matching sheepish smiles.

Sooyun nodded, her voice muffled against his jacket. “They took me to eat nuggets after school.”

Sunghoon’s eyes softened again. He looked back at Jay and Jake, his expression unreadable at first before he sighed. “Seriously. You two… thank you.”

Jay waved him off with a small grin. “It’s nothing. I got off work early anyway.”

“Yeah, and it was my day off,” Jake added with a shrug.

Sunghoon arched a brow at them. “You two own your own companies.”

That earned him twin laughs. Jay ran a hand through his hair. “Exactly why we can sneak out whenever we want.”

“Yeah,” Jake said with a grin. “Plus, we love taking care of Sooyun, don’t we, baby?”

Sooyun peeked up from Sunghoon’s shoulder and beamed at them, her dimpled smile making Jake laugh and reach out to ruffle her hair gently.

“Seriously, thank you,” Sunghoon said again, his voice quieter this time, almost reluctant like the words didn’t come easy.

Jay picked up his jacket. “The stuff we bought for Sooyun’s in her room, by the way.”

“They got me stuffies!” Sooyun said excitedly, her tiny hands tugging at Sunghoon’s collar. “And they’re all pink, Daddy!”

Sunghoon couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped him. “You spoil her, don’t you?”

Sooyun nodded solemnly. “They do. And I love them.”

Jake and Jay exchanged grins like proud uncles as Jake said, “We better get going before she starts crying for us to stay.”

Jay laughed softly, adjusting his coat. “Night, Hoon. Bye, Sooyun.”

“Bye, Uncles,” Sooyun said with a sleepy wave, her voice small.

Sunghoon nodded at them, watching as they slipped out of the door, the house falling quiet again save for the soft hum of the heating system.

Carrying Sooyun upstairs, Sunghoon nudged open the door to her room with his foot. The pink night light glowed faintly, casting her room in a soft, comforting hue.

He gently laid her down on her bed, tucking her in with practiced care as she clutched one of her new stuffed animals.

“Night night, Daddy,” she murmured, her lashes already lowering.

“Night night, baby,” he whispered back, brushing her hair from her forehead. He turned on her night light fully before flicking off the main switch.

As he closed her door quietly behind him, he let himself linger for a moment, his hand on the doorknob. His mind drifted—not to work, not to the rink, but to a name flashing on his phone earlier.

With a heavy sigh, he turned and padded down the hall, his socks silent against the polished wood floors.

When he reached the double doors of his office, he pushed them open, the faint scent of leather and cedar greeting him.

The room was dark until he flicked on the lights, soft recessed bulbs illuminating the sleek space. The floor-to-ceiling glass walls gave him a view of the city lights blinking in the distance, but he barely looked.

He dropped his satchel onto the desk and sank into his leather chair, leaning back as his eyes flicked to the night outside.

One hand rubbed at the back of his neck while the other reached for his phone.

He unlocked it lazily, scrolling to Heeseung’s message.

heeseung [8:10 A.M.]: here. it’s (y/n)’s number. don’t be a dick.

Sunghoon snorted under his breath, his thumb hovering over the contact details.

“Don’t be a dick,” he muttered, repeating his friend’s words with a scoff. “Easier said than done, Heeseung.”

He glanced at the time on his phone screen—11:07 PM. A low hum left his throat as he drummed his fingers against the desk.

Too late? Maybe. But part of him wanted to just get this over with.

He tapped the number. The keyboard popped up.

His thumb hesitated above the letters.

“What am I even supposed to say…” he murmured to himself, frowning. “This isn’t a job interview.”

With a quiet sigh, he started typing anyway.

He stared at the message for a moment, his finger hovering over Send. It looked so… blunt. Cold. But what else was he supposed to say?

“Whatever,” he muttered. “She’s not here to be my friend.”

And with that, he hit send.

The message went through instantly, the little gray bubble staring back at him mockingly.

He leaned back in his chair, tossing his phone onto the desk like it had burned him. His eyes flicked back to the city lights outside, one hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“She’s probably asleep,” he said under his breath. “Or she’s going to think I’m some uptight asshole.”

Which—he realized grimly—wouldn’t be entirely inaccurate.

Across the city, you were in a completely different world.

You were sprawled out on your bed in soft pink silk sleepwear, the delicate fabric catching the warm glow of your desk lamp.

Your laptop was perched precariously on a pile of open textbooks and highlighted notes, pastel highlighters scattered around like candy.

A cooling eye mask clung under your tired eyes as you skimmed through another line of your chemistry review, highlighter in hand.

Your laptop screen was split in half: one side showing your study materials, the other side a video call where Sunoo and Jungwon were in the middle of their third heated argument over tomorrow’s exam.

“I’m telling you, it’s sodium hydroxide, not sodium carbonate!” Jungwon said, his voice rising slightly.

“Jungwon, no. You’re gonna fail if you keep thinking like that,” Sunoo countered, holding up a pen like it was a gavel.

You muted yourself, suppressing a laugh as you highlighted another sentence in aggressive pink.

Then your phone buzzed. A soft chime against your stack of books.

You glanced at it absently, thinking it was just a random group chat notification, but your brow arched when you saw the screen.

Unknown [11:11 P.M.]: Is this (Y/N)?

You froze for half a second, your highlighter hovering midair. Setting it down, you reached for the phone, unlocking it quickly.

you [11:11 P.M.]: yes. who’s this?

The typing dots appeared almost immediately, and you tilted your head slightly. Whoever it was, they weren’t wasting time.

Unknown [11:11 P.M.]: This is Park Sunghoon. You’re the babysitter Lee Heeseung recommended, correct?

You sat up straighter now, legs crossing under you as your brain caught up to the name. Park Sunghoon. The mental image of Heeseung’s lazy grin from earlier flashed through your mind.

You swallowed down the surprise and typed back quickly, keeping your tone polite.

you [11:12 P.M.]: oh! good evening, mr. park. yes, that’s me.

The typing dots appeared again—fast.

Unknown [11:12 P.M.]: Are you available tomorrow at 12 noon? I’d like to discuss the details and have you meet my daughter.

You chewed on your bottom lip for a moment, your eyes flicking back to the still-muted Sunoo and Jungwon, now arguing about molarity.

you [11:12 P.M.]: yes, i’m free tomorrow at noon!

Unknown [11:12 P.M.]: Good. Thank you. Have a good evening.

You blinked at the abruptness of it, lips twitching into the faintest smile. Typical rich guy energy. Still, you decided to add a little warmth.

you [11:13 P.M.]: you too, mr. park. good night!

The message sat there for a few seconds before the read receipt popped up. No reply.

You stared at your phone, laughed, then set it down beside your stack of notes.

Unmuting yourself, you leaned back against your pillows just in time for Sunoo to pause mid-rant and squint at you.

“Wait. Who was that? Why’d you mute?” he asked suspiciously.

Jungwon perked up too, eyes narrowing. “Yeah, you never mute. Was it your little situationship?”

You snorted, shaking your head as you swiped your highlighter across yet another sentence in your textbook. “You know I don’t do all that romance stuff. Situationships, flings, love letters—pass.”

Sunoo hummed, spinning his pen between his fingers before pointing it straight at the camera.

“I really hope you get married someday. Just so you’ll finally stop looking down at love like it’s a bad group project.”

You laughed, the sound soft and unbothered as you leaned back on your pillows. “Give me, what, ten years? Maybe then I’ll find a man who fits into my very selective standards.”

Jungwon snickered. “As if that’ll magically happen. Ten years from now, you’re gonna be rich, successful, and still babysitting other people’s kids for fun.”

“Sounds like a vibe, honestly,” you teased, clicking your pen closed with a little flourish.

But Sunoo wasn’t letting up. He leaned forward, eyes narrowing playfully. “But really. Who was that? You muted us and suddenly went all polite-girl mode. ‘Yes, sir. Good night, sir.’ Suspicious.”

You scrunched your nose, tucking your phone half under a notebook as if that’d hide the glow of the screen.

“Relax. It’s just a new babysitting job.”

Jungwon raised a brow. “What about those two boys you’re always babysitting? Hamin and Hyunmin?”

You set down your highlighter and stretched your arms above your head.

“Well, their uncle said he’s got it covered for now. Long story short? The uncle basically referred me to his friend who needed someone for his daughter.”

Sunoo tilted his head like a curious cat. “So… the one you were chatting with just now was the dad?”

“Yeah.” You nodded, picking up your pen again like you weren’t phased.

“Is he your type?” Sunoo asked bluntly, wiggling his brows.

You barked out a laugh, shaking your head with a grin. “I doubt it. He gives off serious businessman who doesn’t smile often vibes. Probably allergic to pink too.”

Sunoo clasped a hand over his mouth, scandalized. “Not the pink allergy! (Y/N), don’t do him like that.”

Jungwon smirked knowingly, leaning back in his chair. “So you’re saying there’s a chance?”

You groaned dramatically, burying your face into your hands. “Oh my god. You two are exhausting.”

“Not as exhausting as you pretending you’re not curious,” Sunoo singsonged.

You peeked at your phone screen, still faintly glowing with Park Sunghoon’s message.

A small smile tugged at your lips—one you quickly hid behind your highlighter as you said, “Focus on chemistry, you love-struck losers. I’m trying to pass.”

It was just past eleven-thirty when you slid your laptop shut and grabbed your tote, brushing off Jungwon and Sunoo’s twin pouty faces on the call.

“You’re ditching us for lunch?” Sunoo gasped, hand to his chest like you’d betrayed him personally.

“I have a meeting, geez.” You slipped on your shoes with a little huff. “I’ll make it up to you. Pinky swear.”

“Better be with free food,” Jungwon muttered. “And dessert.”

“Noted.” You flashed them a cheeky grin before ending the call.

Now you were tucked in the back of a taxi, your fingers tracing over your phone screen as the driver wove through the upscale neighborhood.

Every house looked like it belonged on a movie set—towering gates, marble fountains, neatly manicured hedges.

Your lips moved as you muttered the house numbers under your breath, watching them blur past the window. “52… 54… 56…”

The taxi slowed, and your eyes caught on a massive black-gated manor. You pointed. “Ah—I think we’re here.”

“Big place,” the driver remarked with a whistle as he pulled up.

You laughed softly, offering a polite smile as you handed over your payment. “Yeah… Thanks for the ride.”

As you stepped out, smoothing down the hem of your white skirt and adjusting the bow on your pink blouse, your eyes immediately landed on a familiar figure.

Heeseung.

Leaning against a sleek black car, sunglasses perched on his head, his posture was as casual as if he owned the place.

You raised a brow, clutching your tote tighter but choosing not to comment right away.

“Why are you here?” you asked as you approached, tilting your head in curiosity.

Heeseung’s lips curved into a grin. “I told Sunghoon I’d be picking you up.”

Your brows furrowed. “Picking me up? I literally took a cab.”

He shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Didn’t want you to show up nervous. Thought you’d be more comfortable seeing my pretty face before dealing with my grumpy friend.”

You raised a brow, unimpressed, “Very funny, Mr. Lee.”

“Also,” Heeseung added, tapping his finger against his chin like he was pondering something, “figured you wouldn’t want to be stuck in a car alone with a total stranger. So… congratulations. You get a less intimidating escort.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t,” you said, tugging gently at the ribbon tied neatly in your hair.

He laughed at your bluntness. “Fair enough. You look cute, by the way. Very…” His eyes flicked over your outfit—soft pink silk blouse, delicate lace-trim skirt, and a little pearl bow clip in your hair. “…non-threatening.”

You let out a little laugh, shaking your head as you adjusted the strap of your tote. “I’m not here to impress, Mr. Lee. I’m here for the job.”

“Sure, sure,” Heeseung teased, his lips quirking into a knowing grin as he nodded toward the towering gates.

“Come on. Let’s not keep him waiting.”

You took a deep breath, clutching your bag a little tighter as you followed him.

The imposing black gates loomed taller with every step, the quiet hum of the fingerprint scanner filling the silence as Heeseung pressed his thumb to it.

With a sharp beep, the gates swung open.

The air seemed cooler here. You weren’t sure if it was the sheer size of the estate or the eerie calm that hung over it like a fog.

“Relax,” Heeseung said casually, glancing at you over his shoulder as you trailed behind him.

You let out another slow breath, nodding silently as you adjusted your skirt nervously.

The front door opened into a sleek, glassy expanse of a home—white marble floors, minimalist décor, sunlight spilling in from ceiling-high windows.

The faint smell of cologne and something sweeter—vanilla, maybe?—lingered in the air.

Heeseung led you past a spiraling staircase and into an open-plan kitchen-living room where someone was already sitting at the island counter, sipping from a mug.

“Hey, Sunghoon,” Heeseung called, clearing his throat lightly. “We’re here.”

The man turned.

You nearly froze.

He was tall—maybe just a shade shorter than Heeseung—but somehow his presence filled the room. Broad shoulders, perfectly tailored black dress shirt, sleeves rolled to his forearms.

His dark hair fell slightly over his eyes, framing a face so sharp it could’ve been carved out of stone. His expression was unreadable, except for the slight furrow of his brows as his gaze flicked to you.

You swallowed hard, instinctively stepping a little closer behind Heeseung like his broad frame could shield you from the weight of Sunghoon’s stare.

Sunghoon stood and walked over, his strides purposeful and smooth.

“Did you seriously force her to get in your car?” he asked, voice calm but edged with faint disapproval, one brow arching.

Heeseung only shrugged, utterly unfazed. “Relax. (Y/N) came here by herself. I just happened to be by the gate.”

Sunghoon’s eyes lingered on you for a beat longer—like he was sizing you up, calculating something.

Heeseung chuckled, giving your arm a playful nudge. “Relax. He won’t bite. Yet.”

You let out a nervous laugh, clutching your tote a little tighter as Heeseung stepped aside, leaving you standing there fully visible for the first time.

And Sunghoon—oh, Sunghoon—his sharp gaze faltered just slightly.

He’d expected someone more serious. The kind of college student who wore a pressed blouse and stiff slacks to interviews.

But you—standing there in your soft pink silk blouse, lace-trim skirt, and delicate bows—were not at all what he imagined.

You looked so bright. So warm. So young.

‘This is who Heeseung vouched for?’ he thought, the faintest flicker of surprise crossing his features before his usual stoicism slipped back into place.

“Mr. Park,” you said softly, offering a polite little nod, your voice sweet but steady despite the nerves fluttering in your chest.

Heeseung cleared his throat loudly, a grin playing on his lips. “Well, I’ll leave you two to it. I’ve got a board meeting at twelve.”

“Of course you do,” Sunghoon said dryly without breaking his gaze from you.

Heeseung patted your shoulder gently. “You’ll do fine. He’s not as scary as he looks.”

You gave him a small, appreciative smile, even as your fingers curled tighter around the handle of your tote.

“See you around, (Y/N),” Heeseung teased, giving a little wave as he strode out, leaving you alone in the vast, quiet space with the man you were supposed to work for.

The silence that followed felt heavier.

You squirmed slightly, clutching your tote in front of you like a shield as Park Sunghoon’s gaze settled on you—slowly, almost painfully, dragging from the top of your pearl hair clip to the tips of your white Mary Jane heels. His expression gave nothing away.

He cleared his throat, his voice smooth but cool. “Let’s take this to the living room.”

You nodded quickly, trailing just a step behind as he walked toward the sunken living space.

His tall frame moved with precision, like everything about him had been rehearsed a thousand times over—posture perfect, steps silent even against the marble floors.

He gestured wordlessly to one of the black leather couches. “Please. Sit.”

You obeyed instantly, perching on the edge of the couch with your knees together and hands resting carefully on your skirt.

Sunghoon’s brow lifted ever so slightly at how quick you were to follow, but he said nothing as he settled across from you, one arm draping loosely over the back of his seat.

The silence stretched.

The faint ticking of a modern clock filled the room as your eyes flickered nervously around—the towering bookshelves, the marble coffee table, the floor-to-ceiling windows that let sunlight spill across the pristine floors.

Everything felt expensive. Too expensive for you to even breathe on.

“(Y/N), right?” Sunghoon’s deep voice broke the quiet.

You nodded. “Yes, Mr. Park.”

A deep, rich laugh rumbled from his chest. It was warm and low, catching you off guard as your fingers curled in your lap.

“Just Sunghoon,” he corrected, his lips tugging faintly at the corners.

You hesitated, testing it softly on your lips. “Okay… Sunghoon.”

Something flickered in his dark eyes—amusement, maybe—but it was gone just as fast.

He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees. “How old are you?”

“Twenty-one,” you answered quickly, your voice even but soft.

He nodded once. “College student?”

“Yes.”

“What’s your major?”

“Psychology.”

“Psychology,” he repeated, his tone unreadable as his eyes locked onto yours. “Interesting choice. Why?”

You fiddled with the hem of your skirt, then glanced back up at him with a small smile. “I like understanding people. And I guess I’ve always been the type to listen to others… it felt like the right path.”

He hummed, leaning back slightly. “Why do you babysit?”

You blinked at the abruptness of the question but answered honestly. “I love kids. There’s… something innocent about them. They’re so easy to make happy. You just have to listen, really listen.”

You smiled faintly at the thought. “I want some of my own someday.”

Sunghoon’s gaze softened for just a fraction of a second before his usual stoic expression returned. He nodded slowly. “I see.”

You shifted in your seat, trying to ignore how the weight of his stare made your heart thump harder in your chest.

“Do you have much experience?” he asked.

“Yes. I babysit my neighbor’s kids regularly. And Mr. Lee’s nephews sometimes. They’re…” You let out a small laugh. “A handful. But fun.”

“Mm.” Sunghoon’s fingers drummed lightly against his knee, his gaze still fixed on you. “And you’re sure you can handle Sooyun?”

You met his gaze for the first time, your voice steady despite your nerves. “I can. I don’t scare easy, Mr—Sunghoon.”

That faint smirk tugged at his lips again, and for a fleeting second, he looked almost impressed.

You didn’t drop your gaze—not yet. But he could see it. The slight quiver in your fingers where they rested atop your tote. The tiny shift of your knees like you were resisting the urge to fidget.

“(Y/N),” Sunghoon said suddenly, his deep voice cutting through the quiet.

You blinked. “Yes?”

“You’re hired.”

You froze. “…Just like that?”

A laugh escaped him—low, rich, and warm enough to catch you completely off guard. “You seem like a nice girl,” he said easily, one corner of his mouth curling upward.

“Smart. Calm. Polite. And…” his eyes flicked over your delicate blouse and tidy posture, “…you don’t look like the type to break things.”

Your lips parted slightly as your cheeks warmed under his stare. “O-oh. Thank you?”

He leaned back against the leather couch, his long fingers drumming idly on the armrest as his dark eyes stayed fixed on you. “Are you available every day?”

“Yes,” you replied, finding your voice again. “Most of my classes are online. I barely have to go back to campus except for the occasional exam or meeting.”

He nodded at this, satisfied. “Good. I’m always needed back at Park Ice & Co., my rink, and…” He trailed off slightly, his jaw tightening for a moment. “…as much as I want to spend more time with Sooyun—”

“You’re busy,” you finished gently, a small, understanding smile tugging at your lips. “Right?”

His eyes flicked up to meet yours, and for the first time since you stepped foot in the house, his expression softened—not much, but enough to make your heart stutter.

“…Right,” he echoed, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

You didn’t think someone like Park Sunghoon—stoic, intimidating, poised—was even capable of that kind of smile. But there it was, fleeting and quiet, and it made your chest warm.

Just as you were about to ask another question, the soft sound of small footsteps echoed from the spiral staircase.

Sunghoon’s head turned instantly.

Peeking out from behind one of the carved pillars was a little girl—wide-eyed and hesitant, clutching a stuffed bunny almost as big as her head. Her pink pajamas were slightly wrinkled, and her short black hair was tousled like she’d just woken up from a nap.

“Sooyun,” Sunghoon called softly, his tone warmer than you’d heard all morning. “Come here. Don’t be shy.”

The little girl hesitated for a moment, then padded carefully across the marble floor.

She stopped just short of the couch before instinctively curling into Sunghoon’s chest, her tiny fingers fisting in his shirt as she buried her face against him.

Your heart melted at the sight.

For someone so sharp and poised, Park Sunghoon held her with a gentleness that didn’t seem possible.

One large hand cradled her head protectively, and his voice dropped to a low murmur as he brushed her hair back. “Hey, baby. Did you just wake up?”

She nodded shyly against him, peeking one wide brown eye up at you.

“This is (Y/N),” Sunghoon said, glancing down at her with a small smile that somehow made him look ten years younger. “She’s going to be spending time with you when Daddy’s working.”

You gave a soft smile, crouching slightly so you were eye level with her. “Hi, Sooyun. It’s nice to meet you.”

She blinked at you, then tucked her face back into Sunghoon’s shirt.

“Sorry,” he said with a quiet laugh. “She’s not usually this shy. She’ll warm up to you.”

You tilted your head, still smiling as you straightened up. “That’s okay. I’ll give her time.”

Sooyun peeked at you again from the safety of her father’s arms, her big brown eyes curious but cautious.

You met her gaze with a soft smile, your voice gentle. “Hi, baby.”

She blinked, her tiny fingers still clutching Sunghoon’s shirt. But then—hesitantly—her lips curved into a shy little smile.

“There she is,” you whispered like it was a secret, smiling even brighter.

Sooyun slowly uncurls herself from Sunghoon’s lap, her small hands gripping the edge of the leather couch for balance as she leaned forward slightly. “Do you… like pink?”

Your eyes lit up, and you nodded eagerly. “Mhm! It’s my favorite color.”

Her little face brightened. “Mine too!”

“Really?” you said, your grin widening. “It’s the best color, isn’t it? So cute and soft.”

She nodded enthusiastically, head bobbing.

But then she glanced up at her father like she was silently asking for permission. Sunghoon, still sitting back with an arm draped lazily over the couch’s armrest, gave her a single nod.

That seemed to be enough.

Sooyun carefully slid off the couch, clutching her stuffed bunny to her chest as she padded over to where you sat. She stopped just in front of you, tilting her head like she was examining you.

“You’re really pretty,” she said suddenly, her voice quiet but sincere.

Your heart melted instantly. You beamed at her, resting a hand over your chest. “You too, baby. You’re so, so pretty.”

That got her to smile—finally a genuine, little-kid grin that made her cheeks puff up adorably.

You patted the empty spot beside you on the couch as she made a small attempt to climb up, her tiny arms trying to pull herself up but failing with a soft huff.

“Do you need help, Sooyun?” you asked, giggling softly at her effort.

“Yes, please,” she mumbled.

“Okay, up you go.” You carefully slipped an arm around her small frame and helped her onto the couch. She settled beside you shyly, clutching her bunny tightly.

“What’s your name?” she asked after a pause, her big eyes curious.

“(Y/N),” you replied with a warm smile.

Sooyun turned to her father then, her little voice full of excitement. “Daddy… can I call her Aunt (Y/N)?”

You froze slightly, eyes darting toward Sunghoon in surprise. He raised a brow at you but didn’t seem as shocked as you. Instead, his lips twitched faintly like he was holding back a laugh.

“Only if she’s okay with it,” Sunghoon said, his voice low and smooth.

Sooyun immediately looked up at you expectantly, her small hands clutching her bunny tighter. “Can I?” she whispered.

You let out a soft laugh at her earnestness, reaching out to gently boop her nose. “Of course, darling. I’d love that.”

Sooyun beamed so brightly it nearly blinded you, her little legs swinging where they didn’t quite reach the floor. “Yay! Aunt (Y/N)!”

Sunghoon watched the interaction quietly, his dark eyes thoughtful. He wasn’t used to this—not to Sooyun smiling so fast, or to a stranger matching her energy so naturally.

Sooyun kicked her little legs slightly and tilted her head at you, curiosity sparkling in her eyes. “Who’s your favorite Disney princess?”

You gasped softly, placing a finger on your chin in mock thought. “Hmm… probably Belle. Because she loves books, and she’s really kind. What about you?”

Sooyun’s eyes widened. She gasped so dramatically it made you giggle. “Mine too! I love Belle!”

“Really?” you smiled, eyes softening as you reached to fix the little flyaways of her ponytail. “Do you love books too, Sooyun?”

She nodded eagerly, hugging her stuffed bunny tighter. “I love picture books. We read lots of them at school.”

“That’s wonderful!” you said brightly. “If you don’t mind me asking… how old are you, sweetheart?”

Sooyun puffed out her cheeks proudly and raised six tiny fingers. “Six!”

“Six?!” you gasped playfully, clapping your hands together. “No way! You’re such a big girl already. Good job, baby.”

Sooyun beamed, leaning closer into your side.

Meanwhile, Sunghoon was still standing there silently, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the easy warmth between you and his daughter.

Finally, he cleared his throat.

“Well… I guess there’s no need for introductions,” he said smoothly. His deep voice startled you slightly, and you immediately straightened your posture, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear as your cheeks warmed.

“Oh—right. Sorry,” you murmured softly.

“Don’t be,” he replied, his tone softer this time. “Let’s go over a few things.”

You nodded quickly, and he gestured toward the kitchen. “Shall we?”

You stood, but not before Sooyun tugged gently at your sleeve, her big eyes staring up at you. “Can you carry me?” she whispered softly.

You melted on the spot, smiling as you scooped her up into your arms with ease. “Of course, baby. Come here.”

That earned you another shy grin as she tucked her little face against your shoulder, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck.

Sunghoon glanced at the scene, his brow raised slightly—not a word leaving his lips as his gaze lingered on the way Sooyun clung to you so effortlessly.

He said nothing as you followed him to the sleek, modern kitchen, Sooyun nestled comfortably in your arms. The space smelled faintly of coffee and citrus cleaner, the marble counters spotless.

He opened the massive stainless steel fridge with a quiet hum. “It’s usually stocked full like this since I don’t really cook… but I assume you do?”

“I do,” you said with a small smile, scanning the fridge briefly. It was neatly organized, full of fresh produce, bottled water, and neatly labeled containers. “It’s no problem at all.”

“Good,” he replied. “As for her routine—Sooyun eats almost everything except broccoli. She hates it, so don’t even try.”

You laughed lightly. “Noted. No broccoli. Anything else?”

“School ends at 12:00 PM. Her driver will bring her home unless I say otherwise. Bath time’s usually around 7:00 PM, bedtime at 8:00. She likes a story before bed.”

You nodded attentively, trying to commit each detail to memory.

“Good. That’s pretty much everything,” Sunghoon said, closing the fridge and leading you back to the living room.

He stopped near the couch, his dark eyes settling on you again. “I was going to ask if you preferred starting next week… but it looks like she already likes you.”

Sooyun, now leaning against your chest with her small hands clutching your sleeve, nodded eagerly. “I do!”

You laughed, smoothing her bangs with a fond look. “I wouldn’t mind starting early for this cutie.”

Sunghoon’s lips twitched—just barely—but it looked like the beginnings of a smile.

He stepped closer, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of Sooyun’s head. “Be good for (Y/N), baby.”

“I will!” she chirped. “We’re gonna have a blast, Daddy!”

Sunghoon straightened, meeting your eyes one last time. “Thank you.”

You nodded with a polite smile. “It’s no problem.”

He grabbed his coat from the armrest. “I won’t be too late. Call if anything comes up.”

“Of course,” you said softly.

“Good.” With that, Sunghoon strode toward the door, his presence somehow leaving the room a little colder once he stepped out.

It was already dark when the sound of laughter reached Sunghoon the moment he stepped into the manor. His brow furrowed slightly, a hand loosening his tie as he set his keys down by the door.

He followed the cheerful noise to the kitchen, and there you were—perched comfortably by the marble island, Sooyun sitting cross-legged on the counter in her little pink pajamas.

She giggled as you held up a tiny fork with roasted broccoli, your expression exaggeratedly sweet.

“Here comes the broccoli train—choo choo!” you teased.

Sooyun squealed before taking the bite with a grin. “Mmm! Cheesy broccoli is my favorite now!”

Sunghoon cleared his throat lightly from the doorway. “I’m here.”

You nearly jumped out of your skin, spinning slightly to face him. “O-Oh! Good evening, Mr. Park—”

“Sunghoon,” he corrected smoothly as he strode closer, his voice warm but lined with exhaustion.

“Right… Sunghoon.” You gave him a sheepish smile.

“Hi, Daddy!” Sooyun beamed, kicking her little feet happily as she waved at him.

His gaze softened immediately as he stepped forward, loosening his jacket and leaning over to press a kiss to her temple. “Hi, princess. What’s all this?”

“Broccoli!” Sooyun declared proudly, lifting another piece from the plate.

“Broccoli?” Sunghoon blinked, his surprise clear. “You hate broccoli.”

“She likes them roasted with cheese,” you admitted with a small laugh, holding up the pan on the counter. “We did a little experiment. Turns out it’s all about the presentation.”

His eyes flicked to the pan, then back to you, something unreadable flashing in his gaze. “Huh. Impressive.”

You flushed faintly under his lingering stare, busying yourself with wiping your hands on a dish towel. “We also watched Disney movies and had spaghetti for lunch. There’s still some in the fridge if you’re hungry, Sunghoon.”

He raised a brow at the way you caught yourself but said nothing, only nodding faintly. “I’ll grab some later.”

“Daddy! Aunt (Y/N) makes the best spaghetti ever!” Sooyun chirped, her words making your heart skip.

Sunghoon’s brow quirked again. His lips curved—just barely. “I see.”

“Anyway, she’s already had her bath,” you added, eager to shift the focus. “Isn’t that right, missy?”

Sooyun lifted her little palm, and you leaned in to meet it with a high five. “All clean and ready for bed.”

“Good job.” Sunghoon’s voice was quiet as he watched the exchange, his dark eyes unreadable as they lingered on you holding his daughter like you’d been doing it for years.

You gave him a small, polite smile as you gently set Sooyun down on the counter. “Thank you. Um… it’s getting late. I think I should get going now.”

Sunghoon, still leaning against the counter, straightened slightly. “Do you have someone picking you up?”

You shook your head, trying not to sound sheepish. “No, but it’s okay. I’ll just call a cab or book a ride—”

“No.” His interruption was firm, his tone leaving no room for argument. “I’ll drive you home.”

You blinked at him, wide-eyed. “Oh, no, really. I wouldn’t want to bother you—”

“It’s no bother,” he said simply, already moving to scoop up Sooyun who was rubbing her eyes sleepily. “Stay here. I’ll tuck her in first.”

Before you could protest again, he was already heading for the stairs, his tall figure disappearing up the hallway.

You stood there frozen for a moment, clutching your bag to your chest as the faint sound of his footsteps upstairs mixed with Sooyun’s sleepy murmurs.

He was back almost as quickly as he left, his sleeves now rolled up slightly and his hair a little tousled from leaning over his daughter’s bed. His dark eyes flicked to you. “Ready?”

You nodded slowly, gripping the strap of your bag tighter. “Uh… yeah.”

“Good.” His voice was unreadable as he strode past you, motioning toward the front door.

You followed him out to the driveway where his sleek black sports car gleamed under the soft glow of the porch lights. He walked ahead, reaching the passenger side first, and without hesitation, pulled open the door for you.

“Oh—” you stammered, startled by the gesture. “Thank you, Sunghoon.”

He didn’t say anything, only gave a faint nod, waiting patiently until you slipped into the seat. The leather smelled faintly of cedar and something else distinctly him—cool and clean.

By the time he rounded to the driver’s side and slid into his seat, you were nervously fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

He buckled his seatbelt with a smooth click and glanced at you briefly.

“Seatbelt,” he reminded gently, his tone softer now.

“R-Right.” You scrambled to pull it across your chest, cheeks warming as his eyes lingered for just a second longer than necessary before turning back to the road.

The car purred to life, the faint hum of the engine filling the comfortable silence.

“Is your address saved on your phone?” Sunghoon asked as he shifted gears, his hand resting casually on the wheel.

“Oh—yes! I’ll send it to you.” You quickly fumbled with your phone, trying not to let your fingers shake as you sent him your location.

“Got it.” He said, his eyes fixed ahead as he eased the car smoothly out of the driveway.

The car fell into a comfortable silence. The soft hum of the engine filled the space as you leaned your cheek on your propped-up hand, watching the world blur past through the window.

The streetlights painted fleeting golden streaks across your reflection in the glass.

The quiet didn’t last long.

“Thank you.”

You blinked, turning your head slightly to look at him. His face was calm, but his hands tightened around the steering wheel as he pulled to a stop at a red light.

“For what?” you asked softly.

“For taking the job.”

A small smile tugged at your lips as you shook your head. “Sooyun’s a really sweet girl. You did a good job raising her, Mr. Park.”

He huffed out a laugh, low and dry. “If you mean my friends, then yeah.”

Your brows furrowed as you tilted your head. “What do you mean?”

He sighed, his eyes still fixed on the traffic lights as they shifted to yellow, then green. “Look—I’m not the sentimental type. So don’t expect me to burst into tears in gratitude.”

You chuckled lightly, your fingers tracing idle patterns on your skirt. “I’m not going to force anything out of you, Mr. Park.”

His jaw ticked as he clicked his tongue. “Sunghoon. Drop the ‘Mister.’ Makes me feel old.”

“Okay… Sunghoon.” You tested the name again carefully on your tongue, earning the faintest upward curve of his lips.

For a moment, you thought that was it. But then he spoke again, voice quieter now—almost like he wasn’t used to saying the words out loud.

“I’m… not the best father to my own daughter,” he admitted, his knuckles going a shade lighter as his grip on the wheel tightened.

“I’m always gone. Meetings, the rink, work—it feels endless sometimes. Without Heeseung and some of my other friends stepping in when I can’t, I’m pretty sure Sooyun would’ve started resenting me by now.”

You watched him carefully, your chest tightening at the rare vulnerability slipping through his normally calm exterior.

“She doesn’t resent you,” you said softly. “She adores you. Anyone can see it.”

He let out a short, humorless laugh. “Sooyun’s mom was never there either. Not even for the first year of her life.”

Your breath caught, but you stayed quiet, letting him speak at his own pace.

“We weren’t even together. It was… a one-night stand. She wanted nothing to do with Sooyun. And suddenly, there I was—with a week-old baby on my doorstep and no idea what the hell to do.”

His voice dipped lower, and you swore there was the faintest crack in it. “I didn’t think I’d ever figure it out.”

You fiddled with your fingers in your lap, then said gently, “But you did. She’s happy, she’s healthy, and she’s kind. That didn’t happen by accident, Sunghoon.”

He didn’t reply immediately. His eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, streetlights flashing across his sharp profile. After a moment, he let out a small hum—low and unreadable.

“I guess,” he murmured finally, his voice quieter than before.

You only smiled faintly, choosing not to press further as the car turned down another familiar street.

The silence settled again—not uncomfortable, but heavy, like there were still words lingering in the air that neither of you was ready to say.

The sleek black car slowed to a stop in front of your apartment building, the dim glow of the porch light casting a soft haze over the steps leading up.

“Oh—we’re here,” you said softly, unbuckling your seatbelt.

As you reached for the door handle, you hesitated, turning back to him with a polite smile. “Thank you for the ride, Sunghoon.”

His eyes met yours briefly in the darkness of the car, and for a moment it almost felt like time stretched. Then he gave a small nod, his expression unreadable.

“Get inside safe,” he said simply, his tone calm but firm.

You blinked at the unexpected softness before nodding. “I will. Good night.”

“Night.”

You stepped out into the cool night air, the faint sound of your shoes against the pavement filling the quiet. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you climbed the small set of stairs to your apartment door.

Sunghoon stayed parked, headlights dimmed, one hand on the wheel as he watched in his peripheral vision.

Only when he saw the door click shut behind you and the faint glow of your apartment lights flicker on did he finally let out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Hmph…” he muttered to himself as he shifted the car into gear. The engine purred as he eased back into the road, fingers drumming once against the steering wheel.

“(Y/N), huh…” His voice was low, almost like he was testing the sound of your name on his tongue.

His lips twitched—maybe a smirk, maybe just a flicker of amusement—as he shook his head faintly to himself.

Sunghoon was used to the quiet. He liked it, even. It was the kind of silence that came from living in a house too big for just two people, where the only sounds were Sooyun’s occasional giggles or the faint hum of the fridge at night.

But these past three weeks? The quiet was gone.

And the strangest part? He didn’t mind.

He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he padded barefoot down the stairs, still in his plain white t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He hadn’t even bothered to fix his bedhead—messy strands of soft black hair falling over his forehead—but he didn’t care.

The smell of pancakes hit him first. Sweet and warm, like brown sugar and childhood mornings. Then came the sound of soft laughter—your laugh.

His brow furrowed slightly, but there was no real annoyance in it as he stepped closer to the kitchen. He stopped at the doorway, leaning casually against the frame, and let himself watch for just a second.

You were standing at the counter, a pastel pink apron tied around your waist, sleeves rolled up as you held out a plate. Sooyun was carefully passing you strawberries from a little bowl, her tiny fingers sticky with juice.

“Thank you, baby,” you said with a bright smile, taking them and placing them neatly on a stack of golden pancakes.

Sooyun grinned, grabbing the next bowl—blueberries this time—and held them up to you like it was the most important job in the world.

“You’re such a good helper,” you cooed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

Sunghoon’s lips twitched—fighting off the smile threatening to tug at his mouth.

“Isn’t it a little early for you two to be this happy?”

Your head whipped around at his voice, eyes widening slightly before softening into a sheepish smile. There he was, leaning against the doorframe, one hand in his pocket, his dark eyes slightly lidded with sleep.

“Sorry,” you said with a small laugh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

He tilted his head faintly, his expression unreadable but not unkind. “Sooyun,” he drawled, his voice low and rough from sleep, “what time does your school start again?”

The little girl froze for half a second before glancing up at you like she was waiting for you to answer for her.

You crouched slightly to her level, smiling reassuringly. “It starts at seven, right, baby?”

Sooyun nodded quickly.

You straightened, giving Sunghoon a calm, practiced smile. “It’s only six twenty. We’ve got plenty of time, don’t we?”

Sooyun nodded again, her twin pigtails bouncing. “Plenty of time, Daddy.”

He let out a small huff of air—something between amusement and resignation—as he pushed off the doorframe and strode toward his daughter.

“Come here, princess.”

Sooyun’s face lit up as she waddled over to him, and he scooped her up effortlessly, settling her on his lap as he took a seat at the dining table. Her little arms curled instinctively around his neck.

“You’ve been busy this morning,” he said to her, brushing a crumb off her cheek.

“We made pancakes!” she declared proudly. “With strawberries and blueberries. Aunt (Y/N) said they’re healthy.”

Your cheeks warmed, but you managed a smile. “Hope that’s okay… she insisted.”

Sunghoon shook his head faintly, his lips pressing together—not in disapproval, but something unreadable. “I don’t,” he said simply.

You blinked, unsure how to take that, but before you could respond, Sooyun spoke up.

“Daddy, can you try the one with blueberries? Aunt (Y/N) made it so pretty!”

You used her distraction as a chance to lower your gaze, placing her plate gently in front of her before sliding Sunghoon’s across the table.

He murmured a quiet thank you, but you didn’t dare meet his eyes, retreating slightly as you settled into the chair opposite him.

The three of you ate in near silence, the only sounds being Sooyun’s happy humming between bites and the faint clink of cutlery against plates.

Sunghoon sipped his coffee slowly, his dark eyes occasionally flicking toward you.

There was something different about you this morning, he noted. Something he couldn’t name.

You hadn’t been like this in the first week. Back then, you’d been polite but warm, exchanging small smiles and laughing with Sooyun easily. But over the past few days, there was a change.

You avoided his gaze now. You stepped away—barely noticeable, but enough for him to catch—whenever he got too close while reaching for Sooyun’s juice cup or helping her off the chair.

He wasn’t the type to care what people thought of him. Not with colleagues. Not with strangers.

So why did it irritate him now?

Why did it feel like you saw something in him—something dangerous or unworthy—and decided to keep your distance?

Was it the late-night confession in the car? The slip about Sooyun’s mother? He had let himself say too much, maybe.

He ran a thumb absentmindedly along the rim of his coffee cup, his jaw tightening as you rose from your seat to help Sooyun, who was now waddling toward the living room holding her little backpack.

“Aunt (Y/N),” Sooyun called sweetly.

You smiled and excused yourself softly, your chair scraping gently against the floor as you followed her out.

Sunghoon was left staring at the empty plates and the faint pink stain of strawberry syrup on his daughter’s now-vacant seat.

His fingers drummed against the table as he stared at nothing, mind racing.

Was he imagining it? Or had you already decided what kind of man he was and placed him in some unspoken box labeled keep distance?

He was still scowling at his coffee when Sooyun’s tiny voice floated back in.

“Bye, Daddy!”

He stood automatically, stepping out toward the foyer just as you were helping Sooyun into her little shoes by the door. The driver stood waiting patiently outside.

Sunghoon crouched slightly and pressed a kiss to Sooyun’s forehead, his voice softening in a way that still caught you off guard. “Be good, princess.”

She nodded eagerly. “I will! Bye, Daddy!”

“Bye, Aunt (Y/N)!” she added, beaming up at you.

You smiled, gently fixing the loose ends of her pigtails. “Bye, baby. Have fun at school.”

Together, the two of you watched as the car pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the road. Silence settled like a heavy blanket in the grand entryway.

You cleared your throat softly and glanced at him. “Don’t you have work today?”

His eyes didn’t leave the window. “It’s my day off.”

“Oh.” You nodded slowly, unsure what else to say. “That’s… nice.”

You hesitated for a moment before turning toward the kitchen. “I’ll just… clean up breakfast.”

Sunghoon didn’t reply. He only watched your retreating figure as you disappeared back into the kitchen, the faint sound of running water and clinking dishes soon filling the quiet house.

He ran a hand down his face, exhaling sharply. ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

It had been another week.

Another week of you driving him absolutely insane.

At first, Sunghoon thought he could handle it—your soft laugh echoing through the house, your sweet scent lingering in every room you passed, your habit of brushing past him with a polite “excuse me” and never meeting his eyes for longer than two seconds.

But now? He was convinced you were doing it on purpose.

You avoided him like it was a sport—disappearing into Sooyun’s room, using her bath time or snack time as an excuse to flee any space where he happened to exist

And whenever you weren’t tending to his daughter, you were cleaning, reorganizing cabinets, folding laundry that didn’t even need folding.

It was late in the afternoon when he finally snapped out of yet another endless meeting, rubbing a hand over his tired eyes and sighing.

His glasses slid back on lazily as he stood, his shirt wrinkled slightly from hours of sitting. He pushed the sleeves of his black button-up to his forearms, exposing lean, veined arms as he rolled his shoulders.

The house was quiet. Too quiet.

His bare feet made almost no sound against the polished stairs as he descended. He didn’t know why he went looking for you—not really. Maybe to scold you for avoiding him.

Maybe to—God help him—beg for a single conversation that didn’t involve Sooyun. Or maybe because he was weak, and he missed seeing you.

He didn’t expect the sight that greeted him in the kitchen.

You stood at the counter, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing across from you. Steam curled lazily from the kettle as you poured hot water into your mug, a little sigh leaving your lips as you stirred in honey.

The short silk skirt you wore rode high up your thighs, brushing dangerously against the tops of your socks—white knee-highs that looked so soft his fingers ached to tug them down slowly.

The oversized white sweater hung delicately off one shoulder, baring the smooth curve of your neck and collarbone to his hungry eyes.

Your hair was out of its usual bow, falling down your back in loose waves that made his hand twitch at his side. He wanted to thread his fingers through it, to pull it gently and watch your head tilt back—

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath.

You jumped slightly at the sound of a deep voice cutting through your little bubble. When you turned, your eyes went wide.

“Mr. Park,” you said softly, the mug clinking against the counter as you set it down too fast. “I—sorry, I didn’t hear you come down.”

Sunghoon said nothing at first, just dragged the fridge door open and grabbed a bottle of water like he hadn’t just caught you wearing something straight out of his fantasies.

“Rough day?” he asked casually, his voice husky from hours of talking in meetings. He twisted the cap off and tilted his head back, gulping down a long sip.

His Adam’s apple bobbed with every swallow, and for some reason, you couldn’t look away.

You shifted your weight nervously. “You could… say that.”

He let the fridge door swing shut and leaned a hip against the counter, arms crossing over his chest. The way his muscles flexed under the rolled sleeves of his shirt made your breath hitch.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Your head snapped up. “I—I haven’t.”

“You have.” His dark eyes didn’t waver. “Every time I come into a room, you find a reason to leave. Is it something I did?”

You swallowed thickly. “No. It’s not like that.”

“Then what is it like?” His voice was quiet but dangerously low, the kind of tone that made heat bloom in your chest and rush down your spine.

You gripped your mug a little tighter, knuckles turning white. “I—”

“Do I make you uncomfortable, (Y/N)?” Sunghoon’s gaze sharpened, studying every twitch of your expression like he was dissecting you piece by piece.

You shook your head quickly. “N-No. Of course not. You don’t—”

You were already trying to excuse yourself, your voice tight, “I—I should check on Sooyun, I think she—”

He clicked his tongue, low and sharp, cutting you off mid-sentence. “She’s still at school.”

You froze.

“B-but—”

He stepped closer. Another step and the air felt heavier, thick with something you couldn’t name.

“You’ve been cleaning her stuff since morning,” he said, voice dropping lower, smooth as velvet but laced with something far more dangerous. “Folding, dusting, scrubbing… avoiding me.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Don’t lie to me.”

Another step.

Your back bumped into the counter, his shadow falling over you as his hands braced the countertop on either side of your hips, effectively caging you in.

You refused to meet his eyes, staring down at the mug like it might save you. But your breath came quicker, chest rising and falling beneath the loose sweater you wore.

“What’s your excuse this time, sweetheart?” His words came out like a low growl, soft but suffocating.

Your throat worked as you swallowed hard. “I… I don’t want to overstep.”

That made him laugh—a short, breathy sound that was more incredulous than amused.

“Overstep?” He tilted his head, his lips curling into something wicked. “I think we’re already past that, don’t you?”

You couldn’t answer. Your pulse was hammering in your ears, drowning out rational thought.

His long fingers reached for your chin, tipping it up gently but firmly until your eyes finally met his. The sharpness in his gaze nearly made your knees buckle—dark, hungry, and unbearably intense.

“Tell me, (Y/N)… are you here to be Sooyun’s babysitter…” he leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek as his lips ghosted near your ear, “…or are you here to seduce me?”

Your eyes went wide. “I’m not—”

“Are you sure about that?” His voice was pure sin now, low and teasing as one of his hands dropped.

Fingers traced lightly along your thigh, stopping just where the hem of your skirt met your knee socks. He outlined the edge with the pad of his thumb, the touch feather-light but enough to make your stomach flip violently.

“You go outside looking like this every day?” His words were laced with mock reproach, his dark eyes sweeping over you again. “That little skirt, those socks…”

You nodded mutely, unable to find your voice.

“Do you know,” he murmured, his thumb brushing up slightly over your thigh now, “the amount of boys you’ve probably got hooked on you without even realizing?”

You shook your head, lips parting slightly as you struggled to catch a steady breath.

“Such a naive little girl.” The words dripped from his tongue, almost like a scolding. His fingers pressed just a little firmer at the top of your thigh, enough to send your head spinning.

“Mr. Park…” you whispered, voice trembling, unsure if it was a plea for him to stop or a warning that you couldn’t handle what he was doing to you.

His smirk deepened as his other hand cupped your jaw fully, thumb brushing over your bottom lip.

“What am I going to do with you, huh?” he murmured, his voice dropping lower—silky, lethal, and so intimate it made your knees threaten to give out.

You met his eyes finally, heart pounding so hard it hurt. “Mr. Park… I’m not sure if this is a good idea…”

He clicked his tongue, the sound sharp and condescending as he leaned in closer, lips ghosting the shell of your ear.

“Tell me, (Y/N)… have you ever had a boy treat you right before?” His breath was hot against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine.

You hesitated, your hands tightening on the counter’s edge as you shook your head. “I-I’ve never… I’ve never had the time to.”

He chuckled darkly at that, a sound so low it vibrated in your chest. “Good.”

Before you could even process his answer, he surged forward. One strong arm wrapped around your waist, yanking you flush against his chest, while his other hand slid up to cradle your cheek.

You gasped at the sudden closeness, your mug nearly tipping over behind you. His scent—clean soap, faint cologne, and something distinctly male—flooded your senses.

“Mr. Park—”

Your words were swallowed whole as his lips crashed into yours.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t hesitant.

It was hungry.

His lips moved over yours with a bruising intensity, demanding and firm, like he’d been holding back for far too long.

Your gasp slipped between the kiss, and he groaned deep in his throat, the sound vibrating against your mouth as his teeth nipped your lower lip, pulling just enough to make you whimper.

“Mr. Park—” you tried to say again, but it came out broken, caught between a gasp and his relentless mouth.

He pulled back just barely, his nose brushing yours as his eyes—dark and blown wide—held you captive.

“I told you to stop calling me that, sweetheart,” he rasped, his voice thick with desire.

His hand left your cheek for only a second. You barely caught the flash of movement before his glasses clattered carelessly onto the counter beside you.

“Say my name.”

“Sunghoon—”

That was all he needed. His lips crashed into yours again, harder this time, his thumb tilting your chin just right so he could deepen the kiss. His other arm kept you caged against him, his hand splayed wide across your lower back like he was staking a claim.

You let out a small whimper as his tongue teased at your lower lip before slipping past, coaxing you to respond.

And when you finally did—tentatively at first, then with growing desperation—he groaned, low and sinful, like you’d just undone him completely.

“You have no idea,” he murmured hotly between kisses, “how long I’ve wanted to do this.”

Your head tilted back instinctively, a soft gasp escaping as his teeth grazed your skin.

Then, his voice—lower, rougher than you’d ever heard—broke through your daze.

“Jump.”

You blinked. “W-what?”

His hands gripped your thighs firmly, fingers pressing into the soft flesh. “I said jump.”

This time you didn’t think—you just obeyed, a startled sound leaving your lips as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“Good girl,” he muttered against your neck, his voice vibrating against your skin as he effortlessly hoisted you higher, your skirt riding up dangerously.

You could feel his strength in the way he carried you like you weighed nothing, his arms flexing beneath your thighs as his mouth never left you—kissing, nipping, leaving trails of heat down your throat.

“Sunghoon—” you gasped, hands clutching at his shoulders.

He didn’t answer. His only response was a low growl, his lips capturing yours in another searing kiss that stole every ounce of air from your lungs.

Somehow, he navigated through the hall with you clinging to him, barely breaking stride as he reached his bedroom.

The door swung open with a sharp shove, and before you could even glance around, it slammed shut behind him with a loud thud—his foot kicking it closed as he strode in.

You barely had time to catch your breath before you were laid down on the bed, his hands sliding from your thighs to your hips as he set you down with maddening care.

But the second your back hit the sheets, he was on you again.

Sunghoon braced himself above you, one hand cupping your jaw as his lips crashed back onto yours. The kiss was desperate now, his teeth tugging on your lower lip as if punishing you for every second you’d made him wait.

“You drive me insane, you know that?” he rasped between kisses, his breath hot and ragged.

Your fingers threaded into his hair instinctively, tugging gently, and the groan it pulled from him was nothing short of sinful.

“Do you have any idea,” he whispered harshly against your skin, his mouth trailing to your neck, “how hard it’s been—watching you walk around my house, in those little skirts, acting so damn sweet—”

“Sung—Sunghoon…” your voice broke into a moan as his teeth scraped lightly at your pulse point, his tongue soothing the sting a second later.

“Thought you were here to make my daughter happy…” he muttered against your neck, his voice low and full of something dark.

His hands slid up your thighs slowly, teasing the sensitive skin as your skirt bunched higher.

“…and you just had to drag me into it too, huh?”

Your breath hitched as his fingers curved around the swell of your ass, squeezing firmly. The sound you made—embarrassed, breathless—drew a low groan from his chest as his lips trailed down your neck.

“You’ve been playing with fire, sweetheart,” he whispered, his hands still gripping you possessively. “Walking around like this… looking at me like you’re innocent.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Arms up,” he interrupted sharply, his voice like velvet-wrapped steel.

Your eyes widened, but something in his gaze left no room for argument. You obeyed, raising your arms shakily.

“Good girl,” he murmured, the praise making your stomach flutter as his fingers hooked into the hem of your sweater.

In one fluid motion, he tugged it off, tossing it somewhere behind him without ever breaking eye contact. You felt the cool air kiss your skin, leaving goosebumps as you sat there in your lace bra.

Sunghoon stilled for a moment, his dark eyes sweeping hungrily over you.

“Fuck,” he breathed, his voice husky. “You’re so beautiful.”

Your cheeks burned under his gaze, but before you could speak, his hands reached behind you, fingers expertly unclasping your bra.

“Sunghoon—”

The garment fell away, and instinct took over. Your hands flew to your chest to cover yourself, but he caught your wrists gently but firmly, pinning them to the bed above your head.

“Don’t.” His tone was soft but commanding, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand. “Don’t hide from me.”

You froze, your lips parting as he leaned down again.

“Let me see you,” he whispered, his eyes burning into yours.

His mouth descended, lips wrapping around one of your nipples while his hand moved to play with the other, fingers teasing and rolling gently. The sudden rush of heat shot through you so fast it made your back arch off the mattress.

“A-ah—Sunghoon—”

“You sound so pretty when you say my name like that,” he murmured against your skin, switching sides to give the same attention to your other breast.

You instinctively tried to close your legs, flustered by how exposed you felt, but his knee slid between them, pushing them apart effortlessly.

“Don’t do that either,” he muttered against your chest, his free hand gripping your thigh to keep them from closing.

You barely had time to catch your breath before his kisses began trailing lower.

Slow, torturous kisses down your stomach, his warm breath fanning over every new inch of exposed skin as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your skirt.

“Sunghoon—”

“Shhh.” His voice was low, thick with hunger. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

With one smooth motion, he tugged your skirt down your legs, tossing it aside to leave you in nothing but your panties.

He paused for a moment, his dark gaze locked between your thighs like he was already imagining how you’d taste.

“Fuck…” he murmured under his breath, almost to himself. “You’re so pretty for me like this.”

You whimpered, instinctively trying to press your thighs together again, but his hands slid between them, pushing you wide open.

“Don’t hide from me,” he said again, firmer this time. “I want to see all of you.”

His fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, tugging them aside just enough to bare you completely to his gaze. The cool air against your slick heat made you shiver.

“Already so wet,” he muttered darkly, his thumb grazing lightly over your folds. “You’ve been acting all shy, and this is what I find? Such a liar.”

“Sunghoon—please—”

“Please what, sweetheart?” His lips curved into a smirk as he kissed the inside of your thigh, teeth grazing gently. “Please stop? Or please keep going?”

Your back arched slightly, hands gripping the sheets as a whine slipped out.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured.

Then, without warning, he dove in.

His tongue parted your folds in one slow, deliberate lick from base to clit, drawing a sharp gasp from your lips.

“God—”

“Shit, you taste so fucking sweet,” he growled against you before latching onto your clit, his tongue flicking in slow, teasing circles that had your hips jerking.

“Sunghoon—ah—” Your voice cracked as his hands gripped your thighs, forcing them wider and holding you down like he wasn’t about to let you squirm away.

“Stay still,” he ordered roughly between licks. “Let me enjoy this.”

You felt his fingers join in, two of them sliding into your soaked heat with maddening ease as his tongue continued its relentless assault on your clit. The stretch made you cry out, your nails digging into the sheets.

“You’re tight,” he groaned, pumping his fingers slowly before curling them just right. “Bet you’d feel even better wrapped around my cock.”

Your walls clenched at his words, and he chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your most sensitive spot.

“Oh? You like the sound of that, sweetheart?” His tongue pressed flat against your clit before sucking gently, sending white-hot sparks shooting through your body. “You want me to fill you up, huh? Stretch this pretty little pussy until you can’t think?”

“S-Sunghoon—please—”

“Please what?” He smirked against your core, his pace unrelenting as your thighs trembled in his hold. “Use your words, baby.”

“I—I don’t—fuck—”

You couldn’t even finish the thought before your body locked up, heat flooding through you in a sharp wave as your climax crashed over you.

Your thighs trembled around Sunghoon’s head, but his strong hands kept you spread wide as his tongue continued its relentless assault.

“Shhh… there you go,” he murmured against your clit, his voice low and wrecked. “That’s it, sweetheart. Cum for me. God, you taste so fucking perfect.”

Your back arched off the mattress, fingers clutching desperately at the sheets as the pleasure spiraled, making you whimper his name over and over.

When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin were slick, his dark eyes glittering with pure hunger.

“You’re gorgeous like this,” he muttered, leaning in to kiss you. The taste of yourself on his tongue made you moan into his mouth, your body still shivering from the aftershocks.

As his mouth claimed yours, you barely noticed his hands working at the buttons of his black shirt, tugging it off his shoulders and tossing it to the floor.

He moved with purpose now—quickly unzipping his pants and pushing them down along with his boxers.

When he straightened back up, your eyes widened, lips parting in shock.

“Is… is that going to fit?” you stammered, staring at his length, thick and heavy in his hand as he stroked himself slowly, precum already glistening at the tip.

A low, deep laugh rumbled from his chest as he leaned forward, his thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip.

“It will, sweetheart. I got you,” he said softly, his tone dripping with reassurance. “We’ll take it slow, yeah? Let me take care of you.”

You nodded weakly, your thighs instinctively trying to press together again. But Sunghoon was already settling between them, his broad frame dwarfing yours as he lined himself up.

“Relax for me,” he murmured, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your jaw. “You’re so perfect. So fucking perfect.”

The blunt head of his cock rubbed through your folds, gathering your slick as he teased your entrance. The sensation made you whine, your hips twitching involuntarily.

“Shhh… it’s okay, sweetheart,” he whispered against your lips. “Just a little stretch, yeah? I’ll go slow.”

Then he began to press in, inch by inch. The stretch burned slightly, your walls clenching instinctively around him as you let out a hiss.

“God—Sunghoon—”

“I know, I know.” His hand cupped your cheek tenderly as he stilled, letting you adjust. “You’re doing so good for me. So tight—fuck, I can feel every bit of you.”

Your nails dug into his shoulders as he kissed the corner of your mouth, his other hand stroking your thigh gently.

“Breathe, sweetheart. You’ve got me. I’m right here.”

When he finally bottomed out, buried fully inside you, he paused. His eyes softened at the sight of yours—glossy and overwhelmed, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Oh, sweetheart…” He cooed, thumb brushing your temple. “Take your time. Don’t rush. I’m not going anywhere.”

You nodded shakily, your hands gripping his shoulders as you whispered, breathless, “You… you can move.”

His eyes softened, his thumb stroking your cheek before his lips ghosted over yours. “You sure, sweetheart?”

“Yes…” you exhaled, your hips shifting slightly beneath him. “Please.”

That one word made something in him snap.

“Good girl,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple as he slowly began to rock his hips.

The stretch burned at first, but then his thick length dragged against that perfect spot inside you, making your lips part in a moan.

“Fuck—you feel so good,” Sunghoon groaned, his voice husky and low as his pace stayed slow, deliberate. “So warm, so tight. Like you were made for me.”

The sound of skin slapping against skin soon filled the room, mingling with your breathy whines and his deep, guttural groans. Each thrust sent shocks of pleasure spiraling through you, your nails digging into his back as you struggled to hold on.

“Sunghoon—” you gasped, arching into him as his hips rolled deeper, the head of his cock brushing places that made your toes curl.

“Yeah, baby?” he panted, his lips pressing kisses down your neck between words. “Talk to me. Tell me how it feels.”

“So—so full—”

“That’s right,” he growled, his pace picking up slightly as your walls fluttered around him. “Taking every inch of me like such a good little girl.”

You raked your nails down his back at a particularly deep thrust, and he hissed, his hips stuttering for a moment.

“Shit—do that again,” he gritted out. “Mark me up. Don’t hold back, sweetheart.”

Your hands clawed at his shoulders, leaving angry red streaks in their wake, and Sunghoon’s groan turned into something feral.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispered harshly, his pace now rougher, faster. “So fucking perfect for me. You hear that? Mine.”

“Y-yes—yours—”

“That’s it,” he praised, his thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip as his hips snapped harder. “Cum for me again, baby. Wanna feel you soak my cock.”

The knot in your stomach unraveled fast, your walls clenching tightly around him as you cried out his name.

“Sunghoon!”

“Fuck—there it is—goddamn,” he groaned, hips jerking as he buried himself deep one last time. His release spilled hot inside you, his breath ragged against your ear as his body trembled with the force of his climax.

He stayed like that for a moment, chest pressed to yours, both of you panting in the quiet room now thick with heat and the faint scent of sweat and sex.

“You did so good for me,” he murmured finally, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw as he slowly pulled out.

You whimpered at the loss, and Sunghoon hushed you gently. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I got you.”

Sliding off the bed, he disappeared into the bathroom, returning seconds later with warm towels. He cleaned you up carefully, his touch tender as his thumb brushed soothing circles on your thigh.

“Sunghoon…” you murmured, dazed and still trembling slightly.

“Shhh. Rest, baby.” He wiped himself down quickly before climbing back into bed with you, his fingers brushing stray hairs from your face.

You looked so perfect there—bare, flushed, glowing in the soft golden sunlight slipping in through the slightly open curtains.

He felt his chest tighten at the sight.

“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, almost to himself, as his thumb traced your bottom lip.

Your eyes fluttered open to meet his, still hazy but soft. “Sooyun’s… almost done with school.”

A small smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

“Do you want to pick her up together?” he asked softly, his voice warm and calm now.

You nodded, and he chuckled lightly, his fingers still stroking your cheek.

“Alright, sweetheart. But first…” He pulled you into his chest, tucking you against him as the sunlight bathed you both. “Let me hold you like this for a little longer.”

The sleek black car slowed as Sunghoon turned into the school’s parking lot, his hand casually resting on the gear shift. He parked smoothly, cutting the engine with a quiet sigh.

Without a word, he unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out. The afternoon sunlight caught in his hair, highlighting the strands of brown as he strode around the front of the car.

You fumbled with your seatbelt, but before you could even reach for the handle, the passenger door swung open.

“Come on,” Sunghoon said softly, his hand outstretched.

You blinked up at him, your heart fluttering at how natural this all felt. Sliding your hand into his, you let him help you out.

“Thank you,” you said with a smile.

His lips tugged upwards—barely noticeable, but it was there—as his thumb brushed against yours briefly before he let go to shut the door.

As he fell into step beside you, his presence steady and grounding, he gently placed his palm on your lower back, guiding you toward the parents’ waiting area.

But before either of you could even speak, the sound of quick, tiny footsteps broke through the hum of other parents chatting.

“Daddy! Aunt (Y/N)!”

You looked down just in time to see Sooyun barreling toward you both, her little backpack bouncing wildly with each step.

“Hi, baby!” you greeted, crouching slightly with a wide smile.

“Hi!” she beamed up at you, her little face glowing with excitement before turning her attention to her father.

“Daddy, carry me!”

Sunghoon’s expression softened instantly as he bent down, scooping her up in one arm with practiced ease.

“Gotcha, princess,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hairline.

Sooyun giggled, clutching her tiny arms around his neck as you straightened. Without thinking, Sunghoon’s free hand found yours again, fingers intertwining effortlessly as he started walking back toward the parking lot.

It felt natural. Like this was always meant to be. The three of you—together.

As you reached the car, Sunghoon set Sooyun down gently, ruffling her hair as she tugged her backpack straps back into place.

She looked up at you suddenly, her big eyes blinking.

“Can I sit with you at the front, Aunt (Y/N)?” she asked sweetly, her voice hopeful.

You glanced at Sunghoon, unsure if he’d be okay with that, but he gave you a single nod—subtle, approving.

Your heart warmed as you crouched again, holding your arms out. “Of course, baby. Come on, I’ll carry you.”

Sooyun squealed happily as she ran into your arms, and you lifted her with a soft laugh, adjusting her on your hip as Sunghoon opened the passenger door for you both.

“Let’s get you buckled up, yeah?” you said softly, kissing the crown of her head as she leaned against you contentedly.

Sunghoon’s eyes lingered on the two of you for a moment longer than necessary, his expression unreadable but warm.

And then, as if nothing had shifted—when in truth, everything had—he turned back toward the car, opening the door for you both.

The drive back was quiet, Sooyun’s little head resting against your shoulder as you absentmindedly ran your fingers through her hair.

Every so often, Sunghoon’s gaze flickered to the rearview mirror, catching glimpses of you two together, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips each time.

Now, hours later, the three of you were curled up in the living room. A thick knit blanket was draped over you and Sooyun, who had snuggled firmly into your side with her small hand clutching your sweater.

‘The Little Mermaid’ played softly on the TV, the bluish glow of the screen painting the room in gentle hues.

Sunghoon was stretched out on the other side of the couch, his long legs crossed at the ankle, a mug of tea cooling on the coffee table in front of him.

His hair was slightly messy now, his black sweatshirt hanging loose on his frame.

As Ursula sang her climactic reprise, Sunghoon leaned forward slightly, his brows furrowed as he whispered,

“How did Eric not notice that it wasn’t Ariel? I mean, her whole voice was gone, but come on…”

You stifled a laugh, pressing your lips together.

Sooyun, however, wasn’t as amused. She sat up slightly, her little brows knitted together as she shushed him fiercely. “Shhh! Watch, Daddy!”

Sunghoon raised his hands in mock defeat, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Okay, okay—my bad, princess. I’ll be quiet.”

You let out a soft laugh at the exchange, shaking your head as you said teasingly, “That’s not very nice, Sooyun. Poor Daddy.”

Sooyun’s stern expression faltered, her lips twitching as she sheepishly muttered, “Sorry, Daddy…”

“That’s better,” Sunghoon chuckled, reaching over to ruffle her bangs.

You smiled as you gently brushed her fringe away from her eyes, tucking it back as she settled in against your side once more, her attention glued to the screen.

From his spot, Sunghoon watched the way you handled her—so gentle, so natural. It pulled at something deep in his chest, a warmth he wasn’t prepared for.

“She really, really likes you,” he whispered, his voice so soft it was almost drowned out by the movie.

Your gaze flickered to him, the TV’s glow catching the sharp lines of his jaw, the softness in his eyes. You gave him a quiet smile, your voice equally tender.

“It’s a good thing I took up this job then, yeah?”

He huffed a quiet laugh, the sound low and warm as his eyes crinkled. “Yeah… yeah, it really is.”

There was a pause, something settling between the two of you like a secret too precious to name. Then he leaned his head against yours, his dark hair brushing your temple as his hand rested loosely across his stomach.

Sooyun yawned suddenly, the little sound pulling both your gazes down to her. Her eyes fluttered sleepily, her grip on your sweater loosening as she shifted closer to your side.

“She’s out,” you whispered with a small laugh, your heart melting at the sight of her soft, peaceful face.

“Yeah,” Sunghoon murmured, his eyes soft as he gazed at her. “And she looks perfect.”

You blinked back the warmth pooling in your eyes, brushing a stray lock of hair from Sooyun’s forehead as you whispered, “Should I tuck her into bed?”

Sunghoon’s gaze shifted from his daughter to you, something unreadable flickering across his face before he stood, stretching slightly.

“I’ll come with you,” he said quietly, reaching for the remote to pause the movie.

Carefully, you adjusted your hold on Sooyun, her little arms still loosely wrapped around your neck as she slept soundly against your shoulder. Standing slowly, you tried your best not to jostle her.

Sunghoon’s hand instinctively went to your lower back, steadying you as you moved, his touch warm even through the fabric of your sweater.

Together, you walked up the staircase, the soft creak of each step the only sound between you.

When you reached her room, Sunghoon pushed the door open gently, the faint glow of the hallway spilling across the pale pink walls.

You stepped inside carefully, the scent of her vanilla-scented nightlight already filling the space.

The little girl’s room was as dreamy as her personality—tiny stuffed animals arranged neatly on a shelf, her small bed framed by a sheer canopy.

Sunghoon moved ahead of you, switching on her pink bunny-shaped nightlight so the room was bathed in a soft, comforting glow.

You lowered Sooyun onto her bed as delicately as possible, tucking her under the pastel comforter. She shifted slightly, a little sigh escaping her lips, but didn’t wake.

You were smoothing the blanket over her small frame when her voice, sleepy and soft, broke the stillness of the room:

“Night night, Daddy… night night, Mommy…”

Your breath hitched.

You froze, your wide eyes darting to Sunghoon. He was standing at the foot of the bed, his hands resting loosely in his pockets. His lips parted slightly at the sound of her words, but then… a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

The look he gave you made your heart squeeze painfully in your chest. It was warm. Gentle. Almost longing.

He didn’t correct her. Didn’t laugh. Instead, he leaned down, brushing his lips softly against Sooyun’s forehead.

“Night night, baby,” he murmured, his voice low and tender.

You swallowed hard, willing the lump in your throat to ease as tears pricked your eyes. Slowly, you brushed your fingers through Sooyun’s hair, your voice coming out shakier than you wanted.

“Sweet dreams, baby girl,” you whispered with a soft smile, even as you blinked rapidly to keep the tears from spilling.

Sooyun moved again, already drifting deeper into sleep, her small hand clutching the edge of her blanket.

You lingered for a moment, staring down at her peaceful face before forcing yourself to step back. Sunghoon was waiting by the door, his dark eyes still fixed on you.

When you met his gaze, there was a softness there that made it almost impossible to breathe.

Sunghoon’s lips curved into the faintest smile as he stepped closer, his eyes never leaving yours.

Without a word, his hand slid gently around your waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through your sweater.

You sat comfortably on the bleachers, one hand resting on the curve of your very pregnant belly while the other balanced a thermos of warm tea on your thigh.

Your eyes followed Sunghoon as he glided effortlessly across the ice, giving calm instructions to a group of young skaters. His voice carried even from where you sat—firm yet gentle.

But your attention drifted just a little as two very familiar figures hovered by the rink’s edge.

Sooyun—now fifteen and nearly the spitting image of her father—skated gracefully, her hand clasped protectively around the chubby fingers of her little brother, Sangwon.

At five years old, he was a carbon copy of Sunghoon: jet-black hair, doe eyes, and even that little furrow of concentration as he tried to balance himself on the ice.

“Careful, Sangwon,” Sooyun murmured, adjusting her grip as his tiny skates wobbled dangerously.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, the warmth spreading in your chest as you slowly stood, your free hand bracing the small of your back.

The weight of your belly made you move carefully, but there was a soft contentment in it now. You strolled toward the low door by the rink’s edge, calling out in a gentle tone,

“Be careful, you two. Don’t pull each other down.”

Sooyun looked up, her face brightening at the sight of you. She carefully guided Sangwon toward you, her long hair bouncing as she skated.

“Mom, don’t strain yourself,” she said quickly, eyeing your belly with exaggerated concern.

You laughed softly, smoothing a hand over the dress that hugged your rounded figure. “I’m not disabled, Sooyun. Relax.”

She pouted as she helped Sangwon step clumsily through the little door. His tiny arms immediately wrapped around your legs.

“Hi, Mommy!” he chirped up at you, his cheeks flushed pink from the cold.

You ruffled his hair, leaning down slightly with a grin. “Hi, baby. Were you skating like a big boy?”

Before Sangwon could answer, a familiar voice drawled behind you. “Careful there, pregnant lady. One fall and Sunghoon’s gonna kill all of us.”

You turned sharply, rolling your eyes at the sight of Heeseung strolling toward you in his oversized coat, hands shoved into his pockets, a smirk plastered across his face.

“Shut up, Heeseung,” you shot back playfully, though you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out.

“Uncle Heeseung!” Sangwon and Sooyun beamed in unison, their faces lighting up as two more figures appeared from behind him.

“Hi, Aunt (Y/N)!” chirped Hamin and Hyunmin—Heeseung’s twin nephews who were the same age as Sooyun.

“Hamin, Hyunmin,” you greeted them warmly with a smile, waving as the pair grinned back.

“Don’t even think about it,” Sooyun warned, narrowing her eyes at the twins as they exchanged mischievous looks. But it was too late.

With a yelp, Sooyun found herself being tugged back toward the ice by the two boys.

“What are you two doing?!” she shrieked, her skates scraping against the rubber mat as they dragged her through the little door.

“They’re gonna get it,” you murmured with a grin, watching the chaotic trio vanish back onto the rink.

“That’s what happens when they team up,” Heeseung said with a smirk, leaning casually against the small doorframe.

A sudden presence made you glance to your left—Sunghoon, holding his gloves in one hand, his brow slightly raised as he watched the three teens scuffle on the ice. “What’s going on with those three?”

You shook your head with a soft laugh, waving it off. “Let the kids be kids, yeah?”

“Yeah,” came another voice from behind, deeper and teasing.

All three of you turned as Jake sauntered in, scarf loose around his neck, and eyes crinkling with amusement.

“Uncle Jake!” Sangwon squealed, breaking into a run across the floor. Jake didn’t miss a beat, scooping the boy up with a practiced ease.

“My favorite nephew,” Jake declared dramatically, pressing a loud kiss to Sangwon’s cheek, making him giggle.

“Hey, what about us?” Hamin called out from the rink.

“Second and third favorite nephews,” Jake called back, earning a chorus of groans from the twins as Sooyun cackled at them.

Sunghoon’s eyes flicked briefly to you, and his lips curled into the faintest of smiles—the kind he reserved only for these quiet, domestic moments.

“You shouldn’t be standing too long,” he murmured, stepping a little closer as his hand brushed lightly against your elbow.

You looked up, cheeks warming as you let him guide you back to the bleachers. “I’m fine. Don’t fuss.”

Sunghoon only huffed, his jaw tight as he stepped off the ice and onto the rubber mat. His hand didn’t leave yours as he carefully eased you down onto the bleacher seat.

“You’re not fine. You’re eight months pregnant and acting like you’re still twenty-one with no responsibilities.”

You groaned, throwing your head back slightly as you adjusted your dress over your belly. “You’re so dramatic. I wasn’t even standing for that long.”

Before Sunghoon could retort, Jay approached with his hands shoved in his pockets, his brows raised in amusement at the sight of his brooding friend fussing over you.

Behind him, Heeseung and Jake exchanged knowing smirks.

“Careful there, Sunghoon,” Heeseung called out, his voice laced with teasing. “Don’t anger the pregnant lady. She might swing first.”

Jake barked out a laugh, clapping Heeseung on the back. “Or worse, she’ll make you sleep on the couch.”

Sunghoon shot them both a sharp glare that could slice through glass.

“Do you two want an angry punch to your faces instead?” His voice was calm, too calm, the kind of calm that carried a quiet warning.

Jake raised both his hands in mock surrender, laughter still rumbling in his chest. “Relax. If it wasn’t for us, you wouldn’t have met (Y/N) in the first place. You’re welcome for literally changing your life.”

Heeseung leaned casually against the railing, grinning. “Yeah, you should be thanking us. Maybe even buying us dinner for setting the wheels in motion.”

Still gripping your hand, Sunghoon glanced down.

His thumb brushed against the massive diamond engagement ring glittering on your finger—the one perfectly paired with the equally dazzling wedding band. His lips curved faintly, just enough to make you catch it.

“Yeah…” he muttered, his voice soft but laced with that usual edge. “I should thank you assholes. You changed my life.”

You looked at him then, meeting his gaze as your own cheeks warmed under the intensity of it. He squeezed your hand gently, his thumb tracing circles over your knuckles.

You smiled, tilting your head. “What?”

Sunghoon shook his head slightly, but there was the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Nothing,” he murmured.

Then, louder, he turned to the men still loitering near the rink door. “Do you guys want to eat dinner at our place?”

Heeseung’s grin was immediate, bright and wolfish. “Sure, I’ll call Heedo and let him know he’s babysitting tonight.”

He was already pulling out his phone, scrolling like he’d been waiting for an excuse.

Jake smirked, slipping his hands into his jacket pockets. “Free food and I get to harass Sunghoon in his own house? Count me in.”

You chuckled softly, watching the easy banter as Sunghoon straightened up and called out, “Sooyun—come on, let’s go!”

From across the rink, Sooyun’s yelp echoed as Hamin and Hyunmin grinned devilishly, tugging her between them like she was some kind of prize.

“Let go of me, you little brats!” she scolded, though her laughter betrayed how unbothered she really was.

You couldn’t help but laugh, your hand resting protectively over your belly as the trio skated off the ice toward you. Sooyun’s hair was slightly messy, her cheeks flushed pink from both embarrassment and exertion.

“Keep your nephews away from my daughter, Heeseung,” Sunghoon warned, his voice low but edged with amusement as he watched the scene unfold.

Heeseung didn’t even flinch. In fact, his grin grew wider as he pocketed his phone. “Why? At least you’ll know she’ll have good-looking kids when she marries one of them.”

You nearly choked on your own laugh as Sunghoon’s brows shot up. He turned slowly to Heeseung, his hand tightening slightly around yours.

“Heeseung,” he said flatly, “do you want me to throw you into the rink? Because I will.”

Jake burst out laughing, clutching his stomach. “Oh man, I’m staying for this drama.”

Sooyun finally managed to break free from the twins’ grasp, rushing to your side as Sangwon hugged her legs.

And as Sunghoon’s eyes found yours across the commotion, that quiet, tender smile of his made your heart swell—it felt like home.

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⋆˚꩜｡ allen x fem!reader ⋆˚࿔ in which the real fight isn’t in the ring ᢉ𐭩 warnings: unprotected sex, mentions of fighting, mentions of betrayal, fingering, actual p in v °❀ mdni! ۶ৎ wc: 1k+ ᥫ᭡. requested by: @d1seongjeglazer ʚɞ enjoy🪷💓

the basement door of the IKFC slammed open with a deafening crack, wood splintering under the force of gun-woo’s kick.

“stay sharp” woo-jin muttered, already stepping inside, his fists clenched.

boots echoed against concrete as the three of you moved fast. too fast to hesitate, too deep to turn back.

armed men rushed forward almost immediately.

“i’ll take left” gun-woo said, rolling his shoulders.

woo-jin shot you a quick look. “find the computer guy. we’ll handle this.”

you nodded, already backing away as fists met flesh behind you.

another crash. a groan. chaos.

perfect.

you turned, slipping down the darker hallway, your steps quieter now… more certain.

you step over a tangle of wires, your boots heavy on the concrete. down the dark alley you find an open door. allen sits in a flickering halo of blue light from three different monitors. he doesn’t turn around. his fingers continue to fly across the keyboard, tapping that fills the silence. just a little chuckle.

“am i in trouble?” he says, still looking at the screen.

“the firewall is down” you say, your voice echoing off the walls.

“i know. I'm the one who lowered it for you.” allen says.

there’s a small pause. “you know, you should really stop bumping into me. it’s getting embarrassing .” he says as he sucks his breath in.

then he finally spins his chair around. “however, what took you so long? i’ve been waiting for twenty minutes."

“gun-woo and woo-jin are busy with the men upstairs. i had to make sure they didn't follow me” you reply, crossing your arms. "you’re the one who’s been leaking the loan locations. why?"

allen shrugs, a nervous, jerky movement. "maybe i’m tired of working for loan sharks. or maybe i just wanted to see if you’d actually find me. you’ve been following my digital trail for weeks. you’re persistent."

“i’m more than persistent. i’m the one who’s going to put you in a cage once we get those files” you snap back. you step closer, looming over him.

“oh, is that right?" allen asks. he looks up at you, his eyes darting to your lips and then back to your eyes.

he’s shaking slightly, but there’s a flicker of something intense behind his eyes. "you talk very big for someone who’s currently alone in a basement with the man who knows everything about her."

“you don't know anything” you snap.

outside , the muffled sounds of violence filter through the ceiling. gun-woo’s fist hits a man’s jaw with a sound like a branch snapping. woo-jin lets out a sharp grunt as he ducks a lead pipe, his own counter attack sending a sound through the wall.

dust rains down from the basement rafters. the war for the city’s soul is happening twenty feet above your head.

“you picked the wrong place to hide” woo-jin spat, ducking a swing and driving his fist straight into a jaw.

gun-woo grabbed a man by the collar, slamming him into the wall. “where’s baek-jeong?”

a laugh echoed from deeper in the room. “right here.”

baek-jeong stepped forward, slow, unbothered, men closing in around him.

“two of you?” he tilted his head. “that’s it?”

woo-jin wiped blood from his lip. “more than enough.”

one of the men lunged, gun-woo moved first, blocking, striking back hard.

“don’t let them breathe” he muttered.

“wasn’t planning to” woo-jin shot back, already swinging again.

baek-jeong watched, amused. “break them.”

the room exploded into motion, but the air down between you and allen is different. it’s hot. and they don’t know. they don’t know that allen is currently two fingers deep inside of you.

you’re gasping, your back arching as he finds your center. he’s not gentle and awkward as his usual demeanor. he moves his fingers in a frantic, stabbing motion. his other hand gripping your shoulder so hard it’ll leave a bruise. you can hear the squelching sound of your own moisture as he works you, his fingers coated in your heat.

“you’re so wet, baby” allen murmurs.

“i hate you” you moan, your head dropping.

“i know you do.” he says.

he quickly replaces his fingers with his cock. he’s thick and hot, sliding into you with a heavy thrust that makes the monitors on the desk rattle.

you cry out, the sound muffled by your own arm. he begins to move, his rhythm uneven. he hits your cervix with a blunt force that sends sparks through your vision.

every time he plunges in, there’s a wet, slapping sound of his balls hitting your backside. the friction is intense. you can feel him sliding back and forth.

“look at the screen” allen says. "look at the money. it’s all right there. millions. and you’re getting fucked while it sits there." he laughs like a lunatic.

he moans. a deep sound that doesn't match his awkward, nerdy frame.

he reaches around, his thumb finding your clit and pressing down hard. he grinds it in a circular motion as he continues to slam into you from behind.

the combination is overwhelming. you feel your muscles clench around him, your pussy pulsing in tight, rhythmic waves.

“you’re squeezing me so hard, baby” he pants.

he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming shorter and more violent. you feel the air being pushed out of you with every strike.

saliva strings from your mouth as you pant. the basement is filled with the sounds of your joined bodies, the slicking of fluid, the heavy thud of him hitting you, and the frantic clicking of a hard drive cooling down nearby.

he groans, his body tensing. he thrusts deep, burying himself into you , and stays there.

you feel the hot, thick cum hitting your back wall, wave after wave of it filling you up. you collapse forward, your forehead resting on a keyboard. a string of random characters fills the search bar on the screen.

allen stays inside you for a moment, his chest heaving against your back. then, without a word, he pulls out. the wet sound of him sliding out of you makes you shiver.

he doesn't touch you. he doesn't offer a hand. he simply turns away and starts zipping his pants back up.

the cold air hits your wet skin immediately. you feel the cum beginning to drip down your inner thigh, messy and sticky. you look back at him, expecting a look of regret or at least a lingering glance.

instead, allen walks over to a jacket hanging on the wall. he puts it on, his face back to its usual awkward, blank expression.

he looks at you one last time, a smirk slowly spreading across his face. a dark, knowing look that makes your blood run cold. he lets out a short, sharp laugh that echoes through the IKFC basement.

“do they know you've been playing for us this whole time?" he asks.

he doesn't wait for an answer. he turns and walks out the door with a genuine laugh “pathetic.”, leaving you shivering and exposed in the dark.

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[simjakedly]

the summer i got horny - s.jy

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summary. nerdy sim jaeyun is sweating buckets when the baddie he's been crushing on sits in his lap on a two-hour road trip.

pairing. nerdy!jake x baddie!female reader

genre(s). oneshot, smut, big porn with a small plot

warnings. MDNI, jake is a professional yearner, jake is very shy and repressed (and a bit insecure), masturbation, pervert!jake, unprotected sex (pls don’t), subby switch!jake, top or bottom he's always a sub, reader is a bit mean, jake cries a lot and begs a lot, slight sunsunki if you squint, handjob, blowjob, nose-riding, jake eats her out as well, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, missionary, BRO WHY IS IT NEVER-ENDING, but like it's messy, EDGING EDGING EDGINGGGG, reader calls him jaeyun, reader is jealous and possessive, implied aftercare, enhypen ensemble, hmm please let me know if i missed anything! not beta read we die like injang

word count. 14,807 words

note. oh boy! this used to be a veeeery old, 8k-word draft, my take on nerdy jake that i decided to polish and give life to. it is also a gift for my bestie and fellow jake's wife: dr. @twocupsofsuga 🫶🏼 congratulations on passing medschool! you're so smart mhm here's my lap dance for you 😏

Women make Sim Jaeyun nervous.

Especially someone as bold and confident like you.

There's something about the soft lilt of your voice that makes him feel ashamed to even speak in your presence. There's something about your enticing eyes that makes him stutter and stumble with his own words, his grammar-police persona flying out the window. There's something about the sure sway of your hips that makes him want to avert his gaze and look more all the same time; like something sinful he shouldn't want but crave for anyway.

You're the kind of woman that makes Sim Jaeyun nervous.

Park Jongseong's cousin from the States that always comes to visit for summer, with that bold show of your body that'll usually often get frowned upon in his neighbourhood, that honey tint of your skin that's far from the local society's beauty standard. You're upfront and so unapologetically you, something he admires and makes him overly conscious if his hair looks nice or not.

It's another summer and you're here again. You're always a welcome addition to their annual trip to Jay's beach house, a road trip that's usually joined by the other five plus you and him. But this year, Nishimura Riki had a last minute decision to cancel his flight to Japan and opted to spend the summer with them instead of with his family.

Which leaves all of you with no space for one person inside Jay's SUV.

"I call dibs on the rear seats," Heeseung says before anyone gets the chance to and disappears into the car. Riki opens his mouth, about to follow the eldest of the group, when Jungwon shoots him a sharp look and blocks his way with his hand.

"No, Riki. You're not getting a seat."

Riki's face morphs into horror. "What?! Am I excluded from this trip?"

"You cancelled your flight this morning. You were never included in the trip."

Seeing the look of hurt on his face, Sunoo actually takes pity on Riki. Peering inside, the blonde mumbles with a pout when he sees a small ice box sitting beside Heeseung. "Surely we can squeeze him into the rear seat, right…?"

"All of his six-feet-one ass? I'd like to see you try, Sunoo hyung." Jungwon shakes his head. He leans on the passenger door, already the assigned co-pilot of the car, in charge of Spotify playlist and Waze and moral support to his Jay hyung. "Either one of you sits in another's lap, or we can Uber Riki to the beach house."

Hearing that, Riki immediately throws his hands. "It's a two-hour drive, hyung, I might just be paying for the Uber's car loan! It's gonna be so expensive!"

"If you can afford cancelling your flight with no refunds, then I think you can afford an Uber to Sokcho."

Riki whips his head to his Sunoo and Jake hyung, jutting out his lips in a pout that's borderline pitiful. Jake mirrors his expression, not really having the power to go against Jungwon's verdict—as if anybody could. Jake pities him, really, but it's Yang Jungwon. There's a whole menace behind those cute dimples and boba eyes.

Beside him, Sunghoon lets out a long sigh. "Then one of us will have to sit in another's lap."

It's an option that has everybody darting their eyes around, afraid that any eye contact with Jungwon will make them become the sacrificial thighs for the two-hour road trip. They're all men packed with mass and muscles, a result of a gym routine that unexpectedly becomes a problem today. Each of them at least weighs one hundred-forty pounds. Jake's sure that if he was chosen, he'd lose his legs by the time they exit Seoul.

Just in time, a loud thud is heard from the car boot. You and Jay walk into the scene, just having finished loading all of their stuff into the car. Jake adjusts his glasses instinctively, unknowingly fixing his appearence when his eyes land on you.

You've abandoned your cardigan, now only wearing a yellow camisole top that only reaches your belly button and a pair of jeans shorts that ends at the bottom swell of your ass. Your outfit choice hides nothing about your figure—your perfect body that admittedly has always been on his mind.

Jake gulps and lets his eyes trail down to your legs. You're seriously one of the most beautiful and hottest girls he's ever seen, and unfortunately, he has a severe problem of having a crush on baddies who are completely out of his nerdy league. You're definitely one of them.

When he looks up, Jake almost faints when your gaze catches his eyes with an unreadable expression. He quickly averts his eyes, adjusting the thick black rims of his glasses that didn't need adjusting.

Did you notice him staring?

"Car seat problem?" Jay asks when he senses the tension among the boys, already foreseeing this issue the moment Riki told him that he was joining their road trip over the phone this morning. They hesitantly nod.

"So what's the solution?"

"Riki takes an Uber to Sokcho—"

"Which will cost him his tuition fees," Jay comments, ever the hyperbole-user.

"—Or someone has to sit in another's lap."

Judging from the expression on Jay's face, he, too, doesn't think it's a comfortable position to be sitting in on a two-hour road trip.

But apparently, someone thinks otherwise.

"Oh, then let's do that!" You pipe in, flashing them with your charming smile. "I don't mind doing it!"

There's an elephant silence that follows your statement. Upon seeing their gaped expression, your smile slowly dies down, unsure if you had said the right thing.

"…Or not."

"Or yes!" Riki interrupts, relief flooding his senses. His eyes lit up as he looks around at each one of his friends. "Guys, she's offered to sit in anyone's lap. We can do that, right?"

Jungwon narrows his eyes. "It's a two-hour drive."

Riki blinks nervously. "But noona wants it."

"Then let Y/N noona sit in your lap."

Now, there's a rosy blush blooming across Riki's cheeks. Jake frowns. Lucky bastard. "I-I mean—"

"Not him," you cut in, a small smile playing on your lips. Jake can feel the exact moment everyone holds their breath, as if the air pauses on its own accord and waits for the rest of your sentence. Either they're anticipating or dreading to be your exclusive seat in the car—he's not sure. He's certain that he's the former, but he's also certain you'd pick someone more your type—Sunghoon or Riki, who are loyal gym buddies that possess strong thighs for you to sit on—or even Heeseung who's abandoned his nap and is eavesdropping the conversation now.

He doesn't know why, but surely someone hot like you would pick someone just as hot, right? And hot in Sim Jaeyun's definition is someone who matches your confidence (not him), someone who has a good body and is not shy to show them (Jake thinks his body is nice, but he's also always wearing long-sleeves), or just anyone but him.

Jay pinches the bridge of his nose. "Then who?"

When your eyes meet Jake's, the brown-haired boy almost loses his breath.

A smile curves up your lips. Jake thinks he's hallucinating because there's no way you are smirking at him.

"With Jaeyun."

There's a ripple of gasps, disbelief and shock mixing with a hint of betrayal (no doubt from Riki). Jay's brow disappears behind his hair.

"Seriously, Y/N? You don't have to—Riki's rich enough to pay for the Uber."

Riki's protest is muffled when Jungwon pulls him into a chokehold and slaps a hand over his mouth. Jake wants to pity him, really, but this time he thinks he's the one who needs help because what do you mean? There's no way—

"I'm serious. Jaeyun-ah."

—Oh my fucking God. Jaeyun. Jaeyun. Who's Jaeyun? Who the fuck is Jaeyun?

Jake has a trouble hearing you over the loud roar of his blood, heart threatening to jump out of his throat. But he manages a small, airy, 'Hm?' when all eyes are on him.

You tilt your head slightly, eyes never letting go of his, holding him hostage in your gaze alone. This, paired with the way you call his government name—a name you prefer over Jake because 'it's cuter' (according to you, not him) when he first introduced himself to you four years ago, and Jake had let you because he could never say no to you—are the most perfect, never-before-seen formula to unravel the physics genius Sim Jaeyun.

Yeah. Jake is a goner. And will soon have a boner if no one stops you from picking him as today's sacrificial thighs.

"Can I sit with you, Jaeyunnie?"

Someone please say no. Someone please stop you. Someone please tell this Jaeyun to say no because—because why him? Is this some kind of a cliché ploy that popular girls do to play with men's feelings, especially a physics nerd like him? Because if it is, Jake hates to admit that he'd be a willing participant (even if it'd break his heart a little).

"Yes, sure," he squeaks, finally recognising that Jaeyun is his name. He's still trying to process that you chose him—not Sunghoon with his ridiculous broad shoulders, or Riki with his ridiculous long legs, or Heeseung with his ridiculous charm—but him, who's sweating buckets and dampening his armpits underneath his long-sleeved T-shirt. His glasses almost glide down his nose from how sticky it is.

"It's settled, then!" Sunoo claps once, already red and irritated from having to stand under the unforgiving sun for longer than necessary. "Jake hyung and Y/N will sit together. So I will be sitting with—"

"Me!"

"Me!"

Sunoo ignores Sunghoon and Riki, and walks straight to the rear seats. "With Heeseung hyung!"

Soon, there's shuffling and then everyone's already inside the car. Riki sits in the middle with a pout, a penalty for causing the minor disruption and losing rock-paper-scissors to Sunghoon and Jake. Sunghoon is happily humming to a song from the 80s, occassionally turning around to tease Sunoo who's been trying to join Heeseung in his mandatory road-trip nap. Jay and Jungwon have settled into their designated seats as the drivers of the day, already talking about the route they're taking and traffic condition. While Jake—well, he's preparing himself for the inevitable.

You're still standing by the door, overseeing the situation at hand, and Jake tries to ignore the way his cheeks burn under your weighted gaze.

"Can I sit now?" You softly ask. Jake hesitates a moment before nodding his head frantically.

"Y-Yes."

You, on the other hand, do not hesitate at all. Jake instinctively spreads his legs when you climb into the car, already aiming his lap as your throne for the next 120-minute of the ride. His senses heighten, overly aware of his friends' eyes watching his every move, and the soft scent of peach from your body wash that invades his nose when your weight finally settles on him.

In a split second, Jake goes from never daring to touch you to having you resting your ass comfortably on his clothed dick, thanks to a certain Japanese who's now queueing songs like he didn't just commit a fatal crime against his Aussie hyung.

His slightly longer thighs bracket your exposed ones in a hesitant cage, every point of your skin meeting his seems to burn through the fabric of his jeans. Your hair and neck are one breath away from his nose now, where he's inhaling lungfuls of peaches and creams and your vanilla-ish perfume, and Jake chooses to blink at the ceiling to avoid looking over your shoulders and possibly flashing himself with the swell of your chest under that thin camisole top. The already-cramped space feels even smaller, and Jake doesn't think he can breathe properly.

While at it, Jake hopes his prayers could break through the car roof and reach the heavens.

God, please have mercy on me and let my other head not have a brain of its own.

God answers him shortly in the form of you shifting around.

"You comfortable?" You ask innocently, adjusting yourself on his lap. Jake nearly inhales his tongue, feeling blood rush to his ears and south. A strangled noise escapes his throat instead.

"Mhm."

From the front, he can hear a snort coming from none other than Jay. "You sound constipated, dude."

'Try having a pretty girl sit on your dick then!', is what Jake wishes he could say to his friend, but he knows that this is more of a him-problem. Someone like Jay won't get flustered in this kind of situation—at least not as bad as he is, who doesn't even fucking know where to put his hands, hovering in the air like he's about to conduct a choral speaking.

So, Jake resorts to conveying his rage through the rearview mirror instead, hoping that his glare and frown are enough to make Jay feel bad. (They don't, Jay finds him cute instead).

Jungwon comes to save the day as he turns to the backseat. "Do you have everything with you?" All of them except Jake hum. He thinks he doesn't have his sanity anymore, but of course the younger boy pretends to ignore him.

Jungwon eyes each one of his friends, his gaze stopping longer at the sight of Jake gripping the leather seat, the white of his knuckles almost matching his face, and you smiling innocently at him. Jungwon badly wants to laugh.

Jake widens his eyes at Jungwon. Help me!

The younger boy gives him an indecipherable look before turning to face the front. "Alright. We're not turning back for you even if you forgot your PlayStation."

Jake wants to say that they might want to leave a certain Sim Jaeyun to save him from this misery, but all words are gone from his mind when the car starts forward with a sharp jolt. Your back meets his chest in a soft thud, punching air out of his lungs. Your ass pushes deeper into his lap and Jake nearly pierces the leather with his nails from how desperately hard he's gripping it.

"Oops, sorry!" Jay chimes from the driver seat, sounding far from sorry.

You straighten up and turn around, looking more sorry than your cousin. "You okay? Sorry about that, Jaeyunnie."

Oh, fuck. Please don't use that voice on him when he's one bump away from kissing your lips. You're so close it feels like you're breathing in the same air he exhales, so close he can see the faint, tiny freckles dusting your cheeks and the bridge of your nose.

"Yeah," he manages, voice hoarse like he's just swallowed a bucket of sand. "I'm okay."

There's a halt in your movement, like you're actually seeing him through the calm façade he's exuding. His breath catches when your eyes drop to his lips briefly, the bitten-red skin tingles under your heated gaze.

Then, after a moment, you smile at him so easily; as if the tension never existed, as if the pull was only one-sided.

"If you say so."

When he's met with your shiny hair again, Jake lets out a breath he unknowlingly held. Your voice fills up the space softly as you begin talking to Jungwon and Jay, all cheery and unrestrained while he's exerting mental training equivalent to physical labour of a building constructor to stop his dick from hardening every time you move.

He hears a snicker from his left and immediately meets with Riki's mischievous eyes. The younger boy mouths something that has Jake closing his eyes and leaning on the headrest in defeat.

'Don't get horny now, Jake hyung.'

Jake is worried that if it's not now, it'll be the next time Jay hits a bump.

Instead of a road bump, Jake's personal enemy turns out to be you.

Ten minutes in, everything is still going fine. Jake is still breathing, alive, and hasn't popped a boner that could traumatise you and get him banned from the car permanently. You also seem okay, still engrossed in a conversation with the cat-duo driving the car, talking about college and your winter trip to Japan.

For a moment, Jake selfishly thinks if his lap was that…sitable, seeing as you haven't shown any signs of discomfort yet. Or, to be fair, it has been barely ten minutes since they're en route, and though those minutes are enough to pull the others into a car nap, ten minutes feel like one round of orbit around the Sun when he has you sitting on his lap.

Jake can feel himself melt into the seat. Maybe this isn't so bad at all. Maybe he can make it to Sokcho without having to cut his dick off before anyone could see his hard-on. He just has to sit really quietly and will his mind to avoid teetering dangerous territory.

Yeap. Everything is fine.

Not until you decide to put your hands on his thighs.

Jake almost jolts at the contact, flexing his thighs instinctively when you place your perfectly manicured fingers on the surface of his jeans. It's a brief touch, one that can pass as accidental, but the lingering heat it leaves behind feels almost physical.

His eyes dart to the back of your head, trembling with nerves nearly frayed at the edges, gauging your reaction, and bites the bottom of his lips when you resume your conversation as if nothing happened. Or nothing really happened to you.

It's just a touch, for God's sake. Calm your dick down.

If a simple touch from you could unravel him this fast, what about other things? What if you hug him, or-or if you hold his hand, or—wait, is he wishing for other things to happen between you and him? (He does, but he knows that it won't happen.)

Jake gulps harshly and decides to enjoy the scenery instead. He stares hard out the window, so intense like he's memorising every species of the trees they pass by, mind lost in a whirlwind of horny thoughts clashing with rationality, when you do something again.

This time, it isn't an innocent touch on his thigh. It's an innocent move to hear Jungwon better. You lean forward, pushing your ass deeper into his lap simultaneously, offering your ear to Jungwon who seems to be sharing a secret about Jay. Jake's breath hitches and his hands almost come up to hold your waist, the friction sending heat through his body.

Fuck. He peels his eyes away from the window forcefully and follows down the dip of your spine to where your ass meets his crotch. Your position highlights the narrow of your waist and the width of your hips, all sinful curves that have him swallowing harder, something inside his pants threatening to stir alive. Jake closes his eyes.

Think of Jesus, Jake. Think of Layla. He absentmindedly fixes his glasses. Think of quantum physics. Think of—

"—Oh!" You squirm excitedly, round butt wiggling slightly against his cock. "Yes, I met her before!"

Jake hisses before he can stop himself, the sound serving like a knife cutting the conversation. You and Jungwon instantly turn to look at him, the latter wearing a mischievous expression when he sees the heat painting Jake's face red.

"Are you okay?" You prompt in concern, noticing how stiffly Jake is nodding at you.

"Y-Yeah. Good. I'm horgoony."

Freudian slip is gonna be the death of him.

Jay and Jungwon burst out laughing, catching the slip as fast as any dirty-minded man would. Jake's face turns a darker shade of red, avoiding your eyes whose brows now pinching in confusion.

"Horgoony?" You echo, pretty confident you have never heard of that strange word spoken before. Jake immediately shakes his head, panic creeping into his chest when Jungwon shows a sign of opening his mouth.

No! Do not let that orange cat speak! Jungwon only cares about his downfall!

"I feel horribly good! Yeah," Jake stammers, to hell with any logical reasoning. "Like, I feel good because we're on a road trip. But also kind of horrible because I get motion sickness sometimes."

Now that the string of the sentences has flowed out of his mouth, Jake thinks he is kind of making sense. Satisfaction blooms in his chest when you nod in understanding, because two conflicting emotions—feeling good and horrible—can exist simultaneously, right? Like the way he wants to push you from his lap and hide in the deepest part of the Sokcho forest forever but also craves to just grab your hips and pull you close and have his way with you—wait stop.

What a horrible, horny, nothing-good man you are, Sim Jaeyun.

"That does sound horrible." Jake snaps out of his thoughts when he registers your voice, nodding fervently to amplify the faux pity that he's just orchestrated.

You give him a sorry look, the one where it pulls the corners of your mouth down into a frown. Jake sighs in relief. You bought it. Thank God for his smart brain.

"Yeah. I think I'm just gonna take a nap," he adds, voice turning softer when you still look at him in concern. He feels a strange need to overexplain.

"Motion sickness happens because your eyes see one thing while your inner ears and muscles feel another. If I take a nap, it'll eliminate the visual stimuli that causes the conflict…" Jake trails off, catching himself before he could go on and on and on on why humans experience motion sickness, and possibly bore you to death. He shakes his head imperceptibly. "So—yeah. I should take a nap."

To his surprise, you only give him a warm smile. "I never knew that, Jaeyun. Then what's the correlation between motion sickness and playing your phone in a moving vehicle?"

Jake blinks behind his glasses, genuinely taken aback that you're actually listening instead of zoning out halfway through his rambling.

"Oh. Um." He clears his throat. "It's kind of the same concept. Your eyes are focused on something stationary—your phone—but your body still feels the movement of the car."

You hum softly, leaning back against him slightly, prompting him to continue. Jake immediately forgets how lungs work.

"S-So your brain gets confused because the signals don't match," he continues weakly. "Your eyes tell your brain you're sitting still, but your inner ears are like, 'No, we're moving.' It's like mixed signals, and our body doesn't like mixed signals."

His ears are warming up from how true the words are to the situation he's having with you.

"And right now you're seeing my stationary body while the car's moving," you continue with a subtle tilt of your mouth, "so you're nauseous and all dizzy now, right?"

Jake almost chokes to death. Did you know about his little problem? He blinks at you rapidly, hand itching to touch his glasses in a fit of nerves.

Oh my God. He's going to die. He's going to die and Jungwon will write 'Sim Jaeyun was a smart friend, died a horny man with a dick that never went down, a standing ovation to his contribution to Seoul National University' as his headstone epitaph. You know about it so Jake is going to die!

He stumbles with his own words. "I-I mean—It's actually—"

You give him a cheeky smile. "I'm just joking with you, Jaeyun. You're probably sick because you're having me on your lap like this."

You start digging into your front pocket, frowning when it's empty. Jake holds his breath when your hands move to your back pocket, looking for whatever it is that gets you so determined and his dick so excited whenever your finger brushes against his crotch. Jake is almost blue from not breathing.

He thinks this time he's really going to die.

"Found it!"

You offer your palm to him, where two mint candies sit idly on the soft surface. Jake's chest slowly feels lighter as air rushes in, no longer collapsing under the pressure of your searching hand accidentally brushing against him moments ago. He clears his throat.

You beam at him. "These will soothe your sickness, Jaeyunnie. Please take them."

Jake studies your face.

Do you know what you're doing to him? Was everything done on purpose, or are you really oblivious to everything?

He swallows and forces a nod, taking the candies from your palm, feeling a spark of electricity in his system when his fingers brush your skin.

"Thank you, Y/N."

You turn your back on him, resuming your conversation with Jungwon and Jay. All sweet and cotton candy, unaware of the turmoil he's going through. Jake stares at the candies in his hand, a mocking sign to his misery, and heaves out a quiet sigh. He glances at his wristwatch.

It feels like two world wars had happened but it's only been twenty minutes into the drive. An hour and forty minutes of horny torture remains for Sim Jaeyun to endure, and he's not sure if he's going to survive.

He slowly closes his eyes. Maybe sleep can help with horniness, too.

It does, but only for a moment, because Jake could swear he just blinked when you tap his shoulder a few times.

Jake blinks, half-groggy and half-alert. Did he have a wet dream of you and get hard in his unconsciousness? Is that why you woke him up?

But he's met with your apologetic face instead. "I'm sorry for waking you up," you whisper, trying not to wake other boys who are fast asleep. "But my back's sore. Can I lean on you for a moment?"

In a flash, all incoherent thoughts fly out the window. Guilt starts lodging in his chest as he realises—glancing at his watch—that you've been sitting straight for one hour. Before he knows it, Jake is already nodding at you, adjusting his seat to accommodate the new position.

"Y-Yes, you can."

God, he's such a loser. The word 'no' seems to disappear from his dictionary whenever you're around.

You reward him with an appreciative smile and waste no time to turn around and lean back softly on him. The moment your back touches his chest, Jake can feel his system kick start, a chemical reaction that he can never understand no matter how hard he studies Biology.

You physically relax into his chest. "This is so much better," you sigh, a dreamy smile on your face, resting your head in the crook of his neck. Then you tilt your head upwards to glance at him. "Is this okay for you?"

Jake hopes you can't feel how fast his heart is beating through the fabric of his shirt. The brown-haired boy nods wordlessly. "More than okay."

For a moment, you just stare at him, brilliant eyes holding his in a soft gaze. It's a silent minute full of everything unspoken, rendering him speechless and even more restless because no matter how smart he is, he could never decipher the meaning behind this look you're giving him. There's something you hide that he feels like he should know, like an open secret waiting for the right time for him to catch.

This time, Jake is even sure that you can hear his heartbeat.

Then, as if that moment never happened, you close your eyes and get comfortable.

"We should sleep, Jaeyun. Don't want you to get carsick again."

You nuzzle closer and Jake holds his breath, feeling the silky strands of your hair brushing against his jaw. His hands hover, not knowing where to land, though the pinch of your waist is where he wants to hold the most. Eventually, Jake settles on his thighs, watching the difference between his veiny hands and the smooth span of your thighs.

Is he still sleeping? Is he dreaming or are you really sleeping on his chest?

It seems that sitting in his lap really tired you out, because you're fast asleep in less than five minutes. The guilt in his chest amplifies at the sight of your closed eyes, breathing evening out as sleep overtakes your being. Jake bites his lips.

He's so shameless, napping to avoid getting turned on instead of caring for your being. He’s so horrible, worrying more about his hard-on than the fact that you’ve been uncomfortable for an hour. Jake wants to cry so bad.

Jake spends the rest of the ride watching you sleep. He fixes your hair when it falls over your face, tucking it behind your ear carefully, and then smiles to himself when he sees your pout. He blocks the sunlight with his hand when it's glaring on your skin through the window, not minding letting his hand redden from the harsh light. He instinctively holds your waist at a sharp turn, firm and secure, though he lets go just as fast as if it burns, afraid that it's not a touch you'd receive had you been conscious.

Other than the carnal desire he has suppressed for you, this road trip also makes him realise the depth of the feelings he actually harbours for you. He's so doomed. He's so doomed because in what universe would a hot, sweet, popular California girl like yourself, return back the feelings of a bland, studious, quiet Korean-Aussie boy like him?

In fictions. In another lifetime. But not in Sim Jaeyun's current universe right now.

However, the Sim Jaeyun in this universe also will never know peace.

Because just as he's getting comfortable with the you-watching routine that he just recently discovered, the road has another plan for him when Jay finally, and actually, hits a bump this time.

The first bump is a mild surprise. Jake gathers it's a small bump, one that Jay overlooks while getting excited over Bon Jovi playing on the rodeo. But the aftermath brings you settling deeper into him, pressing on him in a way that has his breath hitching. Jake holds your waist on instinct.

"Oh my God, I didn't see that," Jay mutters from the front.

Jake tries to steady his breath. That's…a shock. One that shatters the soft atmosphere he created while watching you, now replaced with the same tension he's been fighting the last hour.

Jake lets go of your waist when he assumes that it's just a one-time thing. But then the bump happens again, and instead of a solid, big one—it's shaky, like they're sliding through endless, tiny jagged rocks.

"Damn bro, this road needs fixing," Jay makes another commentary. He glances at the rearview mirror. "You good, Jake?"

Jake doesn't know what to answer. "I think I am," he mumbles, voice clipped.

Is it good that you're practically bouncing in his lap, adding more pressure with almost no interval for him to recover mentally? He thinks not. But Jay doesn't have to know that.

"We're almost there," Jungwon chimes in, navigating the map. There's a shakiness in his voice that comes from the vibration caused by the bumps. "Fifteen minutes at most. We found a shorter route just now and traffic was smooth."

Fifteen minutes.

Jake thinks he might actually die in fifteen minutes.

Another bump sends your body rocking against him softly, your sleeping face scrunching for a brief second before relaxing. His grip tightens.

Fuck.

If Jay doesn't stop the car and fix this damn road himself then he's definitely going to pop a boner soon.

Jake squeezes his eyes shut when another bump rattles through the car, and then again, and again, and again until Jake can barely separate one sensation from another anymore. Until he doesn't know where he starts and where you end anymore. You shift unconsciously, settling heavier against his chest before Jay hits another bump.

This time, Jake makes a mistake of looking down at you.

He didn't notice it before, too lost in his sappy, romantic feelings for you. But right now, it's actually so damn obvious that the angle from where he sits taller than you and you lean against him, he can easily see your cleavage past the neckline of your camisole.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

The road doesn't stop shaking beneath the tires, and so does his pulse as he watches your breasts bounce with every bump that comes their way. Jake averts his eyes, so stiff and so strained, but can't help letting his gaze drift back to watch the soft mounds shake.

This is bad. This is very, very bad, and Jake is nothing but a bad fucking pervert.

A particularly rough patch of road sends the entire car jolting. Your body bounces against him harder this time, more pressure and more friction that Jake almost whimpers. He tips his head back, gulping harshly as the line of his long neck glistens with a sheen of sweat.

Inside his jeans, he can feel his cock kick.

Oh, fuck—he's definitely hard now.

Oh my fucking God.

"This is the last one, promise!"

Jake doesn't even register Jay's words, or the way your head hits his jaw from impact, because his internal system is flooded with horny-filled panic. He can feel it: his dick twitching and getting semi-hard from the continuous stimulation from your bouncing. He doesn't even realise that he's now clawing at his own thighs, seeking strength that could neutralise his blooming lust, or that you are finally awake.

"Are we almost there?" You ask groggily, blissfully unaware of the raging boner forming under your ass. You sit up when the coastal view greets your blurry vision, mouth gaping in awe.

"Oh, wow!" You gasp, always excited to visit Sokcho no matter how many times you've been there. "It's beautiful as always!"

The road is smooth now, but Jake's final torture arrives in the form of you bouncing, excitedly and consciously, in his lap. You wiggle in enthusiasm, urging Jungwon to pass your phone that's been charging at the front to take some pictures and send it to the family groupchat.

"Jungwon, Jaeyun, look at those seagulls!"

Jake is seeing no seagulls. He's only seeing white hot, painful pleasure as you move in his lap, his brain dissolving into useless static. His fingers twitch, itching to grab your waist and force you to stay still, but you're so excited that he almost didn't have the heart to do it.

"Did you see that?" You lean to the window, and then shift happily when you spot kites in the sky. "We should do that too! Hey, Jay, do you think you can—"

Jake finally has had enough.

The restraint that he's been holding onto finally breaks like a taut wire getting cut. His hands snap to your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, hips almost bucking up from the delicious friction alone. His lips drop to the shell of your ears, hot, ragged breath brushing the sensitive skin as his voice lowers an octave.

"Y/N," Jake licks his dry lips, the tip of his tongue peeking through. He watches with dark eyes as the hair on your neck stands straight under his unforgiving proximity.

"Stop fucking moving."

And that's the moment you feel it.

A bulge, hard and rigid and big, poking your ass from where you rest in his lap.

Oh my fucking God.

Sim Jaeyun is hard.

You freeze, breath hitching.

Neither of you dare to move. Not even your excitement of being back to your uncle's beach house, or Jay's questioning look from where you cut your sentence, can bring you to move. No.

You couldn't, not when Jake's hard dick is nudging at you right now, so tangible and unmistakably his.

The brown-haired boy is still panting in your ear, shooting tingles through your system. His grip on your waist is almost bruising, like he's trying very, very hard to hold back from overstepping lines that shouldn't be overstepped.

You hadn't meant for this to happen. Sure, Jake is fun to tease. That boy is all broken words and nervous glances whenever you're in his proximity, and it can't be helped when he blushes prettily too.

You just can't stop yourself from seeking his attention in your own way, because aside from being a pretty boy, Jake is also such a sweetheart and so, so smart. And in an age where intellligence is a scarcity, you absolutely adore smart guys.

Especially the one who isn't condescending and is actually eager to help people like him.

So, really—you hadn't meant for this to happen. Offering to become the one without a seat is a decision you made when you consider yourself to be lighter than most of the guys, but offering to sit in Jake's lap is definitely a decision born from personal bias. You kind of knew what it would cause—seeing how stiff and awkward Jake had been—but you let it go halfway through when the soreness in your back outweighs your desire to tease.

Which has now brought you to this situation.

The car's still moving like nothing happened, and the boys are slowly stirring to life one by one. Everything is normal, except for the nails digging into your waist and the deep timbre in your ear.

You swallow harshly, not daring to move. Jake is so close, so close that you can feel every movement of his chest. You sit still in his hold, trying not to wince from how hard he's gripping your hips, and how hot you find the situation is.

His dick, despite no movement is being made, only hardens further. Jake gasps almost imperceptibly, almost matching the way your breath leaves your mouth when you notice, again, just how big he is.

Fuck. Fuck, that's so hot. Sim Jaeyun is so hot and you can feel yourself slowly getting turned on.

Without any warning, as if driven by an invisible force that urges to look at him, you finally turn around.

And Jake looks absolutely wrecked.

Beads of sweat dot on his forehead, the furrow of his eyebrows showing restraint and constraint. His lips are red from how hard he's biting them, and his previously clean, smooth glasses are now fogged up and hazy. His eyes, glazed over with tamed lust, lock into yours, half-lidded and dark.

A breath catches in your throat.

This is not the Jaeyun you know.

Or, more accurately, this is not the Jaeyun he usually shows.

This is another side of him, like seeing Jake wearing short-sleeves and showing his arms for the first time. Gone are his round, puppy eyes, now replaced with this narrowed, slit gaze that makes you shiver under his heated stare. He used to be so nervous around you, and you can feel that he's nervous now, too, but his pent-up sexual frustration seems to outweigh any rational daily-Jake thoughts.

This is still Sim Jaeyun. Just a different, never-before-seen side of Sim Jaeyun.

"Are we finally there?" Riki, the last one to awaken, stretches beside the two of you. You don't even notice that the car has pulled up into the driveway of Jay's ridiculously huge beach house from how piercing Jake's gaze is holding your eyes captive now.

Jake bites his lips, the fog in his head slowly clearing up now that the car has stopped. As if snapping out of a daze, he quickly maneuvers you into Riki's lap instead, showcasing his strength that he often hides. The latter yelps at the sudden weight and grabs your waist on instinct, before Jake darts out of the car without looking back.

"Sim Jaeyun! Bring your own fucking luggage!" Jay shouts from the car boot, but the brown-haired boy has already disappeared behind the door.

You sit, stunned in silence, still frozen and unable to speak. Not until Riki nudges at you, Heeseung and Sunoo impatiently asking the both of you to move so that they can get out.

"Are you okay, noona? Is hyung okay?"

You nod. You give the youngest a strained smile as you slowly move out of his lap and out of the car, careful not to start another war of hormones.

"We're okay."

The lie tastes bitter on your tongue.

Jake is avoiding you.

It's a foreseeable aftermath. It's inevitable. But it pains you regardless.

It gets to the point where he straight up refuses sitting next to you at dinner, which raises some eyebrows and teasing from the boys. But you know better.

He is deliberately avoiding you.

It frustrates you, really. Because every summer, it is your thing with Jake to sit in silence in the morning and read at the porch, enjoying the sunrise over wordless, comfortable silence. But now he purposely sleeps in, waking up later than usual, leaving you alone in the cold of dawn, your paperback copy of The Inheritance Games left untouched on your thighs.

At movie nights, he'll be the last one to join, just to see where you sit first to avoid being near you. He'll become extra quiet when you speak, acting like the floor is more interesting than your face, not even sparing you a glance.

And your patience is wearing thin. Almost thinner than the bikini you're wearing right now.

Fine. He can ignore you all he wants, act like he didn't just pop a boner after letting you sit in his lap. He can pretend like you never affected him, pretend like nothing happened, but one thing you know is that Jake could never betray his attraction for you.

So, be fucking it. You don't care if it's petty to pick the skimpiest bikini you own today, the one in hot pink that always contours the line of your cleavage, perfectly bunching up your tits and making them look rounder. The one that you know will drive Jake crazy from how bouncy your ass looks, basically confirmed when his eyes can't seem to stop trailing after you even after you dive into the pool.

You come to the surface with a gaping mouth, letting the water slide down the lines on your body, and make no show of hiding yourself from looking straight at Jake.

That coward has the nerves to look away after staring at you like a touch-deprived teenager.

"Is Sim Jaeyun single?"

The reason why you always agree to join the all-boys road trip is because it's not exactly all-boys. There are girls who live nearby. Girls you're acquainted with from how often you follow your cousin to his beach house every summer. Spoiled rich girls whose parents come from the same tax bracket as your and Jay's family.

And one of those girls is shamelessly checking Jake out now, hungry eyes drinking in the way his wet, long-sleeved shirt sticks to his torso, outlining the faint lines of his abdomen that he never shows. She's sitting on the edge of the pool, feet-dipping while you take a break from your swim.

You narrow your eyes, an ugly spark of jealousy blooming in your chest. You don't like the implication of the question, and you absolutely hate the way she's looking at him now.

"Don't even think about it."

Your neighbour only shrugs and continues her eye-fucking. "He's so my type. So nerdy, so smart. I wonder how he'll look like without the glasses?"

You will poke her eyes before she gets the chance to. "Use your own imagination," you hiss, almost bitter when you realise that you also have barely seen him without his glasses.

Jake has sensitive eyes that react badly to contact lenses, which explains his preference for thick glasses than going out without them. Even now, when everyone is fooling around Jay's enormous pool, his thick, black-rimmed glasses perch on the bridge of his tall nose—the nose you hope you can put into good use one day.

The girl only hums, half-listening to you. She sighs dreamily. "I can't believe that I have his number."

At this point, the jealousy has turned so ugly you're actually seeing green. Or red. Or whatever that Cortis song sounds like. "You have his number?"

She finally pays attention to you. "Yeap! I asked him yesterday. I don't know what I should say to start the conversation though," she pouts, glancing back at Jake who's now sitting on the side with Sunghoon, sipping on coconut water. "Should I ask him if I can join dinner at your house tonight?"

Jake gave his number to her?

You grit your teeth. The hurt has materialised into a knife, twisting in your chest in a sharp pain disguised in jealousy. So, while Jake's been avoiding you like a fucking plague, he's been spending his time giving away his number to any curious girl? He's been talking with other girls while leaving you with radio silence, one that you didn't deserve because it was him who popped that boner?!

You are the one who's supposed to ignore him—not the other way around!

What a fucking loser.

You can't stop the bitterness from leaking through your voice when you finally speak.

"It's me and Jay that you should ask—not Sim Jaeyun. And no, you cannot join dinner at my house tonight."

You leave her dumbfounded by the pool, seething in anger that the water on your skin could steam from the heat alone. You march to the slide doors, giving Jake and Sunghoon the nastiest side-eye you could ever give when the latter calls out to you, and slam the door behind.

Whatever. Or not whatever. Sim Jaeyun is a fucking pervert and a jerk and a coward, and stupidly hot while being so oblivious to how hot he actually is. Whatever! You don't care.

You don't care that he barely speaks a word to you. You don't care that he leaves any room you walk into. You don't care that he's flirting with other girls and giving away his number willingly when you had his on default for being Jay's younger cousin, and from Jay himself at that.

The corner of your eyes burn.

You wish you didn't care.

You're ignoring Jake.

Jake knows this the moment you no longer come to the porch to read. Instead, every morning is now spent in the garden with Jungwon, tending to Jay's mom's flowers. After, you'll brew some hibiscus tea that you pluck from the garden and share it with Sunoo and Riki.

And when he walks into the kitchen to get some food, you no longer meet his eyes, or save that apple that he knows you know he likes to eat for breakfast. You let Heeseung eat all of them! It's so—so unfair, because he likes apples and you know it!

It sends Jake to the end of a cliff. Why are you suddenly being like this?

His sanity is stretching thin as he tries to work his brain. Why the sudden change? Is it because of his silence? But he's just embarrassed to face you! Or—did you find out about it?

Genuine horror floods his mind when he thinks, oh no, you must've realised how disgusting he truly is. How dirty-minded and perverted he is, that every day he has to take cold showers three times a day whenever he catches a glimpse of you.

You in your sleepwear. You in your casual shirt. You in shorts.

You in bikini.

Jake has fallen out of any point of salvation, because God, could any man get this horny just from a mere look? In the back of his mind, he knows it's the image of you sitting in his lap that ignited the beginning of his undoing, but the continuous hard-on he gets whenever he's around you is definitely, entirely on him.

And Jake, oh so sweet Jake, doesn't dare touch himself to the thought of you. No. He'd rather leave his balls blue, take cold showers every morning, every evening, and every night, and let his dick go from standing tall like a national anthem was being played to becoming flaccid under the cold water without any action. He doesn't even have the guts to touch his own fucking dick, the guilt blocking him from doing anything to relieve himself.

So—did you find out about it? Because if you did, then Jake could understand the cold shoulders you're giving him.

But Jake is a mere man—maybe a bit perverted, and a bit too horny despite his image, so he couldn't stop himself from getting hard the moment he sees you walking into the living room in nothing but an oversized white tee that falls off your shoulder. He grabs the nearest cushion and places it on top of his crotch, blood already rushing south when he sees the strap of your black bra.

This is why he has to go to church sometimes; to balance everything out. Because Einstein never talked about the solution or formula to cure men's (Jake's) sexual desires that seem endless. And sexual desires that come from seeing a strap of a bra alone.

Whatever it is, Jake's soul has almost left his body, already tuning out of his surroundings. He doesn't even realise that Jay and Riki are wrestling for the TV remote, and accidentally sending said remote flying onto the floor just a few feet away from him.

He only comes to when you stand in front of him, back facing him, and bend over to pick up the remote.

You. Bend. Over. In. Front. Of. Him.

In a second, Jake has a full view of your ass. The shirt rides up slightly, revealing white shorts that stretches across the round flesh as you bend over to reach the remote and Jake feels like he's brought back to the car when he was fighting demons as you unintentionally ground his crotch with every movement.

His grip on the cushion tightens, head dizzy from the way you practically shove your butt in his face.

Jake releases a shaky exhale.

He can see the outline of your panties and wonders if it matches your black bra.

And he can see the outline of his doomed future if he stays in the living room any longer.

"Whose turn is it to pick the movie?" You casually ask, now straightening up as if you just didn't flash Jake with your perky ass.

"Jake hyung," Jungwon replies from the center of the long couch, carding his hand through Sunoo's silky hair, the blonde who's now laying down his head on his lap. "It's his turn."

Your face remains expressionless as you turn to the glasses boy. But instead of taking the remote from your hand, Jake stands up, avoiding eye contact and clutching the cushion tight over his crotch.

"I-I suddenly feel sick! Gonna skip tonight's movie, bye!"

Then he flees the living room, leaving behind six confused men and one very angry, very upset girl.

Jake thinks he deserves a medal for surviving the living room.

Or perhaps an exorcism.

The moment his bedroom door clicks shut behind him, Jake drops the cushion onto the floor and drags both hands down his face with a groan. His glasses nearly fall off his nose in the process.

What the fuck is wrong with him?

He paces once across the room, then twice.

Outside, he can still hear the muffled sounds of the movie downstairs—Riki yelling dramatically at a character, Sunoo complaining about spoilers, Jay laughing too loudly. Normal sounds. Normal people.

Meanwhile Jake feels like he's one accidental glimpse of your shoulder away from committing a crime.

His eyes squeeze shut.

That white shirt.

The black bra strap.

The way you bent over in front of him so casually, completely unaware that Jake nearly ascended right there on Jay's living room couch.

"Fuck," he whispers weakly to himself.

Jake drops onto the edge of his bed, elbows on his knees.

Maybe he should take another cold shower. That would make four today.

"I should sleep," he mutters to himself, breath shaky. "S-Sleep can help with motion sickness and horniness."

With a newfound resolution, he turns off the lamp and settles under the blanket. His movement is stiff and awkward, overly aware of the tent straining his shorts. Once he pulls the blanket over his chest, Jake closes his eyes, forcing sleep into his system.

Only, the image of you swimming in your hot pink bikini flashes behind his eyelids.

"No, stop. Not that," he whispers, brows scrunching in protest. He shakes his head, as if physically removing the image away, and tries again.

This time, the image of you in his lap comes back, stripped down to heated skin and soft breaths, your body moving against his in ways that make his stomach twist.

His eyes fly open. The image is so clear and vivid, thanks to his photographic memory and insane imagination—the very thing that's been saving him in the academic department now serving as the tool that brings him to his downfall.

His cock twitches involuntarily.

"N-No," he pants, chest moving rapidly. He grips the edge of the blanket, knuckles turning white. "I—Stop—"

Then he remembers just now: you bent over, giving him a delicious access to his ass-shaped sufferings, and Jake almost whimpers from the flashback alone.

The room rises in temperature, the air conditioner doing nothing to tone down the feverish lust spreading through his body. Jake finally relents and discards the blanket, glasses all fogged up as he stares at the bulge under his shorts.

"I'm sorry," he whimpers, slipping off his shorts and boxers until they bunch up around his knees. "I'm so fucking sorry."

His cock springs free, standing tall in the dimness of his room. The tip glistens, already drooling with precum that shows no sign of stopping. With shaky hands, hesitance still edging around his lust, Jake finaly touches himself.

He has to bite down hard on his lips to muffle the sound threatening to escape. His hand stutters, the feeling of finally rubbing some relief after days of holding back comes crashing down on him. His head spins from how heavy his cock is in his hold, veins protuding like they're going to combust.

He slowly starts moving his hand, lathering up precum to ease the glide. His head tips back, a strangled sound catches behind his throat.

"Oh, God," his head spins, sparks of lust bursting at the tip of his fingers. "Oh, fuck—"

Through his hazy gaze of the blurry lenses, Jake tightens his grip slightly. A moan escapes his lips at the force, his cock only getting heavier in his hand. He plays with the mushroom tip of his dick, thumbing the slit and hissing when it sends pleasure up his spine.

"Ngh—" his eyes squeeze shut, brain putting up pieces of his memory of you. His body jerks when the rough pad of his thumb touches the underside of his cock, and as if on cue, the image of your jiggly breasts inside the car flashes behind his closed eyes.

"Fuck—Y/N," Jake sobs, picking up his pace. His wrist turns and flicks, biceps flexing hard at the speed he's going. Guilt starts accumulating inside his chest the more he thinks of you, of your voice, of your gaze, of your scent—but guilt isn't enough to stop Jake from chasing his own release.

"'So sorry," he chokes, letting go of his bottom lip, bitten-red and swollen. He imagines it was your hand instead of his, smaller and softer, with those manicured nails that he loves so much. How tiny your hand would look around his hard dick, trying to grip his length in its fully erect state.

Jake isn't inexpereinced. He's had his own fair share of sexcapades with a few people, and he's always been told that he's bigger than average. The big dick that he hides under his pants, further concealed by his nervous persona that only certain girls find cute.

But seeing his state right now, Jake thinks he's the furthest thing from cute.

He's pathetic.

Pathetic and gross and disgusting, feeling bad for jerking off to the thoughts of you but still unable to retract his hand and stop. The sound of his cries that he fails to hide fills up the space, and for the first time in days he's very glad that he won paper-rock-scissors during room assignment.

"Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N," he chants, mouth gaping open when he can feel himself close. His wrist is already tired and numb from the relentless pace he's set, the slick sound of his sinful act matching the roar of his blood rushing in his ears.

"Please, please, 'm gonna cum," he sobs, tears prickling at the corner of his eyes. His hips lift off the mattress. "Please—"

"Do not fucking cum, Sim Jaeyun."

Jake's entire body locks up.

His wrist stills immediately, pleasure crashing into horror so fast it makes his stomach twist. For a second, he genuinely thinks his heart stops beating.

The room goes dead silent except for his ragged breathing.

Through fogged-up lenses and teary eyes, Jake stares at you standing by the door, unable to process the fact that you're actually here.

That you heard him.

That you saw him.

Oh my fucking God.

His hand jerks away from himself like he’s been burned, chest heaving violently as he scrambles to sit up straighter. The blanket tangles around his legs from how abruptly he moves.

"I—"

Nothing comes out.

Jake has never felt this level of humiliation before.

Not when he failed his chemistry olympiad in tenth grade. Not when he tripped in front of his entire lecture hall. Not even when Jungwon found his hidden Pokémon card collection at nineteen.

This is worse. So much worse.

Because it's you.

You, standing there in that oversized white shirt slipping off your shoulder again, eyes dark and unreadable as you look at him sprawled across the bed like something shameful.

Jake feels sick. His face burns so hot he thinks he might actually pass out.

"S-Sorry," he chokes out instinctively, because apologising is the only thing his brain knows how to do right now. "I didn't—I wasn't—I—"

His voice cracks miserably.

Jake is going to cry.

What should he even say in this situation? Sorry that you caught him jerking off to you? Sorry that he's such a nerd, such a loser that the only time he could talk smoothly with you was when he was defining what motion sickness was, but never had the courage to tell you how much he likes you and how much you affect me? Sorry that he's such a pervert that he thinks of you in positions way too inappropriate to be just friends?

The weight of his arousal sits heavy against his thigh, a testament to a newfound, lifelong embarrassment that he'll carry to his grave.

Jake squirms under your heated gaze, and quickly covers his crotch with his blanket when you slip into his bedroom wordlessly. The door clicks shut, the sound amplified by the heavy silence hanging in the air. His body tenses up.

Oh my God—he messed up, didn't he? Jake hangs his head low in shame, tears gathering along his lashlines.

"I'm sorry—I didn't mean to…"

His vision turns blurry. Fuck, you must hate him now.

"I-It's wrong—I know that—I'm sorry—ah!"

Jake looks up in surprise when your bold hand cups his erection. There's angry lines in your forehead, a sneer on your mouth, but the nasty look you're giving him does nothing to soothe down his arousal.

If anything, twisted as it is—it turns him on even more.

"Couldn't even look me in the eye downstairs," you begin, "but you here you are, jerking off to me like I wouldn't find out?"

The venom in your voice hurts him. You're being mean with your words, and it hurts his feelings but Jake couldn't care less. His mind is a messy jumbles of guilt and pleasure and shame, so all he does is cry and shake his head.

"I-I'm sorry, Y/N—"

"Are you really sorry?" you tighten your grip on his cock, one knee dipping into the mattress. "Your dick doesn't seem sorry though."

Jake wants to cry—oh, he's already crying. His hand curls into the sheets beneath him, unable to form coherent words when you start rocking the heel of your palm on his hard-on. The friction from the blanket and the pressure from your hand only spark electric pleasure through his system.

Within seconds, Jake is all hard again—even harder than before.

"Tell me, Jaeyunnie. Did all of this happen because I sat in your lap?"

Jake whimpers pathetically. You knew. Of course you knew. You're not only hot and pretty and kind, you're also smart like him, so in tune with your surroundings. You're a little mean right now, but it's okay because Jake believes that he deserves this after avoiding you without any explanation.

"Answer me, Sim Jaeyun."

"Yes," he croaks, shame burning his face red. His eyes screw shut. The admission sets his being on fire, skin flushed from embarrassment. "O-Oh, God, y-yes."

He cracks one eye open when you don't reply. Instead, he's met with your fiery gaze. The edges have softened with lust, like you're also affected by this, but you're good at keeping your control.

Unlike him, who's unraveling like a loose thread under your touch alone.

Jake almost whines when you retract your hand, but the sound is muffled with a gasp when you yank the blanket open. He instinctively closes his crotch area with his hands, but you're fast to slap his wrists away.

"I'm so pissed off, Jaeyun," you mutter, swinging your leg over his thighs so now you're straddling him. You fix him with your sharp eyes, hand finding his dick again.

"You've been acting like we're strangers and it hurts me so bad."

Jake's mouth hangs open as you gather his precum and start working your wrist around his cock. His brain barely registers your words, too lost in a cloud of lust, but when he finally processes it, he desperately shakes his head.

He wants to apologise again and again and again, because he is truly sorry—he didn't know how affected you were. How could he not, when you're always described as everything out of his league, but he's always described as everything that doesn't fit your type?

"I'm sorry, I was just—fuck—just ashamed—" he gasps, hips bucking into your touch. "Didn't mean to—t-to hurt y—ngh, Y/N, faster please."

You coo at him, feigning sympathy as you set a ruthless pace on his cock. Jake is big—something that isn't a surprise anymore since that day you sat in his lap—but the sheer size of him is enough to make your mouth water and your panties damp.

Damn these nerdy boys. Acting all shy and innocent when they have this monstrousity hiding behind those ugly glasses.

"Faster? You wanna cum, Jaeyunnie?" you tilt your head. Jake nods frantically. "I don't think you deserve it, though. Why not ask from those girls you gave your number to?"

Something sharp twists in his stomach. Jake's eyes fly open, almost cowering when you give him a distasteful look. He grabs your arms desperately and shakes his head.

"N-No! She asked me first—" you put more pressure and Jake damn near loses his mind. "—said she needs—help—w-with Physi—cs—"

You roll your eyes. It's that easy to fool him? Can't he see the way those girls fuck him with their eyes? Without waiting for his sentence to finish, you sink down and take him in your mouth.

"Oh, fuck!" Jake screams, accidentally thrusting up his hips. He bites his lips, glasses crooked on the bridge of his nose as you take him deeper, tracing the line of his veins with your sinful tongue. "Oh, Y/N—please."

You hum around his length, tongue swirling as you hollow your cheeks to deepen the suction. Jake nearly busts from that alone, mind melting into a puddle of your name, the wet heat of your mouth serving as a better pleasure than his own hand.

You start bobbing your head up and down, marveling in the way the weight of his dick sits on your tongue. He's so big that you're so close to choking, but you don't care. You need to remind Jake how stupid he's been acting and how stupid he is if he thinks that you were not just as attracted toward him.

Jake sobs into his hands, hips jerking with every touch of his tip hitting the back of your throat. His head is getting dizzier, he can feel the coil in his stomach getting tighter and he knows that anytime soon, he will come undone on your skillful tongue.

But just as he's about to reach that high, you let go of him with a pop.

"No!" Jake whines, tears sliding down his cheeks. You're so mean. "P-Please let me cum."

"Not yet, nerdy boy." You mutter, red lips slick with saliva and precum. Jake can only sob, dick throbbing in need and desperation.

This is the punishment he deserves for being a jerk. He knows that, but he can't seem to stop crying. God, he's so pathetic.

Then he feels movement on his thighs. He blinks through the foggy lenses and lets out a breathless moan when you lift up your shirt and shorts and discard them away, leaving you in nothing but a pair of bra and panties. His mouth starts salivating at the display of your beautiful body, and Jake swears he almost cums when he sees that you're indeed wearing black panties.

Oh, fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. Just as he imagined—God, you're so perfect he wants to kiss you.

But instead of a kiss, you push his at his chest instead. "Lie down."

And like the obedient puppy that he is, Jake follows your word, carefully descending his back onto the mattress. He's still sniffling from the previous denial, but now it's mixed with anticipation of what's to come when you hover above him.

You trace a gentle finger along the tall bridge of his nose, a barely-there touch that makes him shiver. With a slow tap on the tip of his nose, you finally speak.

"Did anyone ever ride your nose, Jaeyunnie?"

H-His nose?

Girls always compliment his nose, but he's never given it many thoughts as to why they did that. "N-No. Never."

There's a wicked smile on your face as you stand on your knees. Jake watches with a mouth gaping open as you make a show of shimmying down your panties, painfully and traitorously slowly that he almost rips it with his hand.

"Ah, what a shame," you sigh dreamily. "Guess I have to be the first one then."

Once your panties are out of the picture, Jake is instanly hit with a wave of your arousal. Your pussy glistens under the moonlight, soaked with slick and dripping with need. Jake inhales shakily, stopping himself from darting out his tongue to get a taste.

Fuck. He's sure he has actually died in the car and this is heaven because not even in his wildest dream did he get to have you like this.

Too lost in his reverie, Jake belatedly notices that you have removed his glasses. Despite your mean words and your mean actions, the caresses of your thumb on his cheeks are so gentle that he thinks he's hallucinating.

"You're so handsome, Jaeyun," you murmur. "But I bet you'll look better buried between my thighs."

You give him no time to recover from your crude words when you slowly move to straddle his head. Then, with a hand in his hair, you descend, letting the tip of his nose nudge at your clit.

And oh my fucking God—you smell so divine.

"Ah, Jaeyunnie," you moan, rocking your hips slowly to test the waters. "Your nose feels so good."

You sound even more divine. Jake's eyes roll to the back, savouring the way your sinful moans fall on his ears as you use his nose to get off. The bridge of his nose slides through your folds—wet and sticky and so sweet that he can't get enough of it.

Jake wraps his arms around your thighs to give you support, and another moan escapes your lips upon seeing his veiny arms around your supple skin. He stares at you through half-lidded eyes, groaning despite your cunt suffocating him, the vibration sending jolts of pleasure to your system.

"Ngh—Jaeyun—"

He can't breathe, and he can't hear properly from how hard you're clamping his head with your legs, but he can't deny that this is the best way to die. Being suffocated by your leaking pussy sounds like a dream death compared to dying in Jay's old SUV.

You keep your rhythm, rocking your hips back and forth, grinding your clit on his nose and dragging your folds on the tall bridge until the sharp tip of his nose catches at your hole. The grip you have in his hair hurts his scalp, but everything is worth the pain when Jake can watch you fall apart on his face, his own cock pulsing with a trembling need to cum.

"Ah—ah—Jaeyun oppa—"

Fuck. Fuck that sacred nickname.

The dynamics between you two often makes Jake forget the fact that he is indeed older than you. Coming from the States, it's uncommon for you to address people with such honorifics.

But right now, using that very honorific against him ignites something inside him; a carnal desire that's been thrumming low in his guts, waiting to be unleashed.

This time, Jake barely stops himself from stealing a taste. He darts out his tongue, prodding your hole with the tip, and hums in satisfaction when your stance falters slightly.

"Don't," you hiss, but there's no heat in it. Jake takes it as a sign to continue, licking more into your weeping cunt until your pace turns sloppy.

He doesn't care. You're probably gonna be so mad at him and punish him more, but whatever it is you have prepared can wait. Right now, Jake is having the best pussy of his life—barely breathing but still eating so, so fucking well.

"Jaeyun—stop—"

"No," Jake protests when you try to get up, pulling you down until the full weight of your body rests on his face.

Oh God, choking on pussy has never felt so good.

"Sim Jaeyun!" You squirm, feeling the stirring inside your belly getting wilder. Despite your weak attempts, your hips keeps grinding on his nose, showing no signs of stopping. You throw your head back.

You knew his nose would be the best thing to ride on, but hearing the slurps of your slick and his saliva—the sinful noises of him feasting on your cunt—makes you almost regret not letting him eat you out first.

"Ngh—Jaeyun—I'm close—"

Jake pulls your hips harder, letting you grind your clit on the tip of his nose as his tongue pushes into your hole mercilessly. You let out a high-pitched scream, muscles pulling tight at his ministrations. The double stimulations are fast pushing you over the edge.

Soon, white hot pleasure crashes into you, your vision turning black momentarily. It's so blurry and messy that you haven't realised that you've been screaming his name raw, hips unrelenting to chase the high. Jake swallows every drop of your sweet nectar, moaning into your spasming hole as he licks it clean.

Fuck. He's already desperate to have another round.

When you come down from your orgasm, hair matted to your forehead, you look down at him furiously.

"Let me go! I told you not to do it!" You attempt to sit up, but Jake doesn't let go, shaking his head with a pout. His nose and chin are drenched with your release, it's so sinful and filthy and you can't lie that you like seeing him so wrecked and fucked over like this.

"Can I have more? Please," he begs, kissing your inner thigh unhurriedly. He's already so addicted to the taste of you, Jake thinks he's gonna die if he doesn't have another fill. "I'll be so good to you, Y/N. Wanna eat you out so bad."

You grit your teeth, pushing away the temptation to save your pride. "No. Get up, Jaeyun."

But Jake is stubborn. He's so desperate to have more of you that he doesn't mind if he's leaving his own cock neglected and balls blue. "Please, I need it bad," he nudges at your pussy with his finger, pupils blown wide at the strings of sticky cum decorating your folds. "Fuck, please, Y/N, I want to eat you out."

"I said get up, Jaeyun."

"Y/N—"

"Jake."

The sharpness in your voice cuts through the haze instantly.

Jake stills immediately.

The desperation in his eyes flickers into something softer, more uncertain, like a scolded puppy finally realising he’s crossed a line. His grip on your thighs loosens at once, chest rising and falling hard beneath you.

The sound of his English name on your tongue feels foreign and almost painful, because it lacks the usual warmth and intimacy that your 'Jaeyun' usually holds. Yet, something inside him pulses harder, liking the change more than he'd like to admit.

“S-Sorry,” he whispers automatically, voice rough. “I just…”

He doesn’t even know how to explain it. How could he? That hearing you moan his name made him lose every coherent thought in his brain? That he’s spent days trying to stay away from you only to end up here, beneath you, completely ruined anyway?

You study him for a long moment before finally shifting off his face.

“Sit up.”

Jake obeys instantly.

The movement is clumsy and needy. His hair is a mess, lips swollen, face still flushed from lack of oxygen and desire. Without his glasses, his eyes look unbearably open like this—too honest, too vulnerable.

You cup his jaw gently, the touch losing its cruelty. Jake melts into it.

"There he is," you murmur softly, fixing his bangs that are obscuring his eyesight.

Jake can feel his heart stutter traitorously. This version of you—tender and sweet—a glimpse of the usual-you, is always more dangerous than any teasing.

Wordlessly, you tug at his shirt, and Jake obediently holds up his arms to let you peel away the fabric. Your eyes flick downward, amusement tugging at your lips.

"You know," you start, fingers trailing slowly down his sculpted chest, "for someone who acted terrified of touching me in the car…"

He groans softly, already embarrassed.

"…You were pretty damn desperate down there, Jaeyun."

His face burns hotter. Fine, he's just a touch-starved man, desperate for you in every way possible. But how could he not? Have you even looked at yourself?

"I-I can't help it…" His eyes drop to your lips. "You tasted so good."

A breathy chuckle escapes you, quiet and fond. But to Jake's ears, he's already hearing the wedding bells chime.

And suddenly the humiliation twisting in his chest eases into something warmer when you climb into his lap again, turning slowly until your back presses against his chest.

The exact same position. That fucking position in the car that has his mind on an endless frenzy that he thinks he was genuinely getting crazy.

Jake goes completely still beneath you.

“Oh,” you whisper, settling against him deliberately. “Now you’re quiet again?”

His hands hover uncertainly near your hips, like he still can’t believe he’s allowed to touch you.

“You’re mean,” he mumbles weakly against your shoulder. You laugh, one hand patting his hair as the other one aligning his neglected cock on your entrance.

"But I know you like it, Jaeyunnie."

At the same time you presses on the nickname, you sink onto his cock slowly, letting the bulbous head of his length spear you open.

The both of you moan simultaneously. Jake's hands find puchase on your waist, trying his best to stop from manhandling you to just fucking bounce on his dick and letting you adjust. You, on the other hand, let the stretch burn, your walls spasming to accommodate his length.

"S-So big," you stutter, taking him inch by inch. Jake drops his head on your shoulder, his own breathing ragged. "So—full—"

When he finally fits inside you to the brim, you let out a long, drawn-out moan. He fills you up so good that you can feel every vein against your walls, every pulse kissing your insides. It's a dizzying experience that prompts you to start moving your hips.

Jake’s fingers dig into your waist, trembling.

Not because he wants to stop you.

Because he’s trying so hard not to lose himself completely.

The position alone is enough to send him spiraling—your back against his chest, your body in his lap exactly like the car ride, except now there’s no seatbelt digging into his side, no boys teasing from the front seat, no restraint left between the two of you.

Just you and him.

And the devastating realisation that you wanted him too.

Jake lets out a broken sound against your shoulder when you move again, his forehead falling against your skin. His entire body feels feverish, overwhelmed by too much sensation and too many emotions crashing into him at once.

"Wasn't this what got you so hard, Jaeyunnie?" You pant between breathless moans. "Me in your lap, bouncing on your cock like this?"

"Ngh—" A strangled noise escapes his throat. Jake watches with bated breath as your hands find the clasp of your bra and finally let the two soft mounds free. Now, he badly wants you to turn around, eager to relive the scene of your bouncy breasts in Jay's car.

"Did you not—ah—crave this?"

You arch your back, pleasure tingling every nerves as his cock drags against your walls. Jake feels his dick throb inside your hole, the same position that ruined him now had him completely at your mercy.

"S-So tight," he whimpers, mouth falling open at the way you clench around his cock and roll your hips. "S-So fucking tight, Y/N, fuck."

Jake clings onto you desperately, bucking his hips to chase your movement. But you hold down a firm hand on his thigh, completely in charge.

"Don't," you warn, grinding down on him in a way that makes your ass ripple. "Or I'll get up and leave."

Jake freezes instantly.

The warning slices straight through him, sharp and effective. His hands tighten on your waist, but he forces his hips back against the mattress despite every instinct screaming at him to chase you harder.

“O-Okay,” he breathes quickly. “Okay. Sorry.”

God, he sounds wrecked.

You can feel the way his thighs tremble beneath yours, the strain in his breathing every time you move your hips slowly against him. Jake drops his forehead between your shoulder blades with a weak groan, like simply holding himself back is physically painful.

"I'm still mad at you," you murmur. You roll your hips again, faster this time, and Jake nearly whimpers into your shoulder. His jaw clenches so hard he might pop a vessel.

"Are you sure you're not the one—" you moan, your thighs burning from how fast you're exerting yourself. The wet sound of skin hitting skin starts getting louder the harder you slam down your hips. "The one who's being—mean?"

Jake sobs into your skin, half-regretting, half-dizzy. The tight heat of your cunt pulses and flutters around his dick and he genuinely feels horrible for only thinking using his other head now.

Even so, he still manages to apologise again. "I'm s-sorry—"

You clench around him on purpose. Jake digs his nails deeper. "Fuck—"

"Stop fucking apologising," you seethe, voice trembling as you feel your release getting near. "Delete her number or I'll sit in Sunghoon's lap when we get back to Seoul."

There's no bite in your threat. It's just a spur-of-the-moment kind of things, one that you say just to rile him up.

But Jake takes your words like a verdict. He snakes an arm around your waist, lips worshipping your skin in desperate, wet kisses.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, darling," he begs, tears clinging to his lashes. He bites his lips in an attempt to stop himself from moaning because he's so, so close. "I will block her. Fuck—I will delete her number. P-Please don't sit with S-Sunghoon—"

His speech is interrupted by a high-pitched whine. Jake hasn't come all night, he's nothing more than a thread waiting to snap. The moment you bounce harder and faster, the supple skin of your butt jiggling wilder, Jake can feel that he's about to come.

"Y/N—ah—p-puh—lease—" he whimpers, voice scratching at his throat. "'M close, 'm g-gonna cum—"

But he should've known that you're so, so mean.

The moment you lift off his cock, Jake genuinely sobs out loud, thrashing under you.

"No! No, please—" he chokes, hiding his crying face behind his hands, too shattered when his orgasm being denied again. "Please, no—I wanna cum, please."

You turn around and the sight of him—red-faced, wet cheeks, lips trembling—it softens your heart. You quickly pull his wrists and rest his hands on your hips, your own cupping his cheeks.

"I'm sorry, baby," you shush him, blowing kisses to the tip of his nose as you take him again. Jake whimpers quietly. "I'm so sorry—I'll let you cum this time, hm?"

Jake weakly nods, then lets out a soft moan at the familiar feeling of your walls enveloping him. You move again, already sore, but you no longer have it in you to torture your poor, poor Jaeyun. This time, you immediately begin with a fast pace, giving him a show of your tits bouncing with every thrust.

"Ah—fuck—Jaeyunnie—" you bite your lips, expression so erotic that it has the brown-haired boy drooling. "Glasses—like you better with glasses."

Jake is too dazed to register your words, so you pick the glasses on your own and put them on him. And there he is—your sweet, sweet boy, your Jaeyunnie that you adore so much, your Jaeyun that thinks it's bad for wanting you this much.

"S-So—handsome, Jaeyunnie," you roll your hips, chest arching into his face. "My nerdy boy, you're mine, hm?"

Jake physically cannot take it anymore. The sight of you on top of him, bouncing on his cock like your life depends on it, putting on his glasses and calling him yours—it's too much for Sim Jaeyun who's never been given this kind of attention and affection.

Especially from you.

His lips move, but you can barely hear him.

"Hm? What did you say?"

"I said I'm sorry, Y/N," his nails dig into your waist. "I'm so fucking sorry, please don't be mad at me."

Your brows furrow in confusion, but before you know it, Jake is already flipping you around, changing your position in one swift movement. You have half a second to gain your breath before the boy hovering over you pulls you closer by your ankles and throws your legs over his shoulders.

"I'm s-sorry," Jake stutters, slipping his dick back into your cunt and starts thrusting fast. "I-I can't hold it anymore."

Despite the showcase of his strength, Jake looks absolutely ruined. There's a flicker of guilt in his eyes, but from the pace he's railing you, you know that his lust ovverrides whatever little guilt he has.

Soon enough, the air smells so thickly of sex. The sound of his balls slapping your ass, accompanied by your high-pitched moans and his groans are the only one filling up the space, to the point that you're sure one of the boys must've heard you.

It's so hot and filthy that Jake's glasses are all fogged up again. His grip on your waist is now leaving bruises, but you don't care because all you can think of is Jake, Jake's big cock, Jake's stupid glasses and just Jake, Jake, Jake.

"F-f-f-fuck," he exhales shakily, splitting you open with his cock. "I-I'm so—close—"

You thrash around, fisting the sheets until it tears from the force of your nails. "Jaeyun—" you gasp when he keeps abusing that spot that has you seeing stars. "Oh, fuck—Jaeyun—harder—"

Jake leans forward, straining his arms on either side of your head. His glasses slide down his slick nose slightly when he bends down to capture your lips in his thick ones. You both moan into the kiss, finally getting the taste of each other, tongues already clashing for more.

Jake licks into your mouth, hips never faltering, and sucks on your bottom lip. You whimper, the sensation becoming too much until you're just breathing against his lips, all heat and teeth and saliva. Jake groans.

"I-I'm gonna—cum—" he gasps against your mouth, face scrunching in pleasure when you clench around him. "O-Oh my fucking God, Y/N, fuck—please let me cum inside."

His hands find your waist again, thrusting harder than before. His head drops to your shoulder as he begs, again and again.

"P-Please let me cum inside, please," he whimpers, voice needy and whiny. "Please—I'm gonna—I wanna—"

"Just cum," you moan when his teeth scrape against your skin. "Jae—Jaeyunnie—"

Jake groans. With last few, deliberate thrusts, he finally cums—a full-body orgasm that has him shuddering, his cock spurting out rope after thick rope of his release, painting your walls white.

You follow him just a second after, vision blurring for a moment as your second orgasm rips through your body. Your mouth falls open on a silent scream, eyes rolling back from how delicious your climax is.

Jake takes a long moment breathing into your ear, grinding his hips slowly before he's finally pulling out. He hisses as he drags out his cock, careful not to overstimulate you, and watches in awe as white fluid flowing out of your pulsing cunt.

"Oh my fucking God."

You breathe out a laugh, sounding breathless and disbelieving. Seeing Jake sitting still by your legs, you open your arms toward him.

"C'mere, Jaeyunnie. Let's cuddle for a moment before washing up—I'm too sore to walk."

Jake perks up at that. Gone is the hungry, lust-driven boy a few moments ago, now replaced with the shy, kicked puppy holding his tail between his legs.

"Cuddle?" he echoes, unsure. "Are you not mad at me?"

"I could never be mad at you for too long," you reply, giving him a reassuring smile.

It gives Jake a flicker of hope. He scoots closer, still cautious and observing, like approaching a scared animal.

"But I avoided you…"

You drop your arms and pretend to think, making a show of tapping your chin with a finger.

"You're right. You were mean for that. Why don't you carry me to the bathroom and clean me up so we can cuddle afterwards?"

Hearing that, Jake finally relaxes, his tight muscles loosening. With an eager smile, he scoops an arm under your knees and your back, and then lifts you up easily as if you weigh nothing.

"Your wish is my command, my princess."

The next morning, you receive knowing looks from the boys. There are lingering stares on your neck from where Jake was mauling your skin last night, but you have no problem showing them off.

Jake, on the other hand, is on the edge of another breakdown.

"So, Jake," Jay starts, already planning a mischievous teasing inside his head. "How did it feel like to get railed—"

"I did not get railed!" he squeaks, ears blushing red. "I-I was the one who railed her! Right, Y/N?"

There's a laugh bubbling inside your chest as you watch Jake squirm under the relentless teasing of his friends. It felt good to be the one in charge, but after that display of strength and the way he manhandled you last night?

You don't mind having him on top of you.

But the both of you know who's truly in charge.

And if you choose to sit in his lap again, this time grinding and shifting on purpose that he gets hard until the car reaches Seoul, nobody has to know that.

Well, maybe Riki knows. But who cares.

wow okay

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[nishimmortal]

✴︎ after hours (7)

you're mr. park's new assistant at manifest, a fashion/magazine company

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✴︎ first class (3)

you accidentally end up with the luggage of a michelin star chef

content: smau ⟡ chef!jay x reader ⟡ jay is cocky as shit ⟡ suggestive ⟡ mature ⟡ y/n and jay lowkey cracked

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[nishimmortal]

first class (2)

you accidentally end up with the luggage of a michelin star chef

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[nishimmortal]

first class

you accidentally end up with the luggage of a michelin star chef

content: smau ⟡ chef!jay x reader ⟡ jay is cocky as shit

a/n: cocky chef jay in new york? what more would a girl want

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[jongst4r]

hello 😘 I love the way you write reader being a menace lolol can you write a little something where jay’s wife is preggers (barely showing) but she’s raging horny all the damn time, basically volunteers to be his cocksleeve 24/7. her boobs are getting bigger and she throws them in his face, attacks him the second he comes home, steps out the shower, paws at him in his sleep, sends him suggestive photos throughout the day, etc other hijinks to seduce him. he’s a simp devoted husband and tries to satisfy her cravings.

i just turned into a feral beast thank you very much

warnings: established relationship, pregnancy sex, breeding kink, oral (f and m rec), fingering, creampie, lactation mention, light somnophilia, dirty talk, possessive!reader lmao, lots of filth idk get ready, use of petnames, strong language

you’re only twelve weeks pregnant and barely showing — just the softest curve under your shirts — but your body has turned into an absolute furnace of need.

the doctor warned you about hormones. 

but she did not warn you that you would wake up every single day throbbing and dripping, ready to climb your husband like a tree the second he breathed in your direction.

jay, bless his devoted soul, is doing his absolute best to keep up.

it starts at 7:12 a.m.

you wake up before him, already soaked and aching. jay is sleeping on his back, one arm thrown over his head, gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. you crawl over him slowly, careful with your barely-there belly, and settle on his lap. your oversized sleep shirt is already pulled up, bare tits — noticeably bigger and heavier now — brushing against his chest.

you start grinding slowly, letting your wet pussy drag along the growing bulge in his pants.

jay stirs with a low groan, eyes fluttering open. “babe—”

“morning,” you whisper, voice already wrecked. you lean down and shove your tits right into his face, smothering him softly. “they’re getting so big, jongseong. feel them.”

his hands come up instantly, cupping your swollen breasts, thumbs brushing over sensitive nipples. he groans into your cleavage and latches onto one, sucking gently. your hips roll faster, desperate.

“can’t wait,” you pant. “need you inside me— please—”

he doesn’t even get his sweatpants all the way off. you just push them down enough to free his thick cock, line him up, and sink down in one smooth glide. the stretch is perfect. you both moan loud enough that you’re grateful your house is big and secluded.

“fuck— you're so wet,” jay hisses, head falling back against the pillow. his hands grip your hips, guiding you as you ride him hard and fast. “my pregnant wife woke up this needy again? gonna use me as your personal cocksleeve this morning?”

“yes,” you moan, bouncing on him shamelessly. your tits jiggle with every movement and he can’t stop staring. “your cock is mine. 24/7. i'm gonna keep you drained dry every single day.”

he sits up suddenly, wrapping his arms around you and thrusting up hard. the new angle makes you cry out. he kisses you filthy, tongues sliding, while one hand kneads your ass.

“good girl. take what you need. i’m yours.”

you cum fast and hard, clenching around him. jay follows right after, pumping you full with a deep groan. he keeps you seated on his cock afterward, rubbing your belly gently while kissing your neck.

“better?” he murmurs.

“for now,” you smile sweetly.

by the time he gets home from the studio that evening, you’ve already sent him six photos.

the first was just your tits in his favorite lace bra. the second was you in his shirt with nothing underneath, lifting it to show your tiny bump. the third was a close-up of your soaked pussy with the caption “come fill me up daddy.”

he barely makes it through the front door before you attack him.

the second the lock clicks, you’re on him — jumping into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, mouth on his neck. jay stumbles back against the door with a surprised laugh that quickly turns into a groan.

“hi husband,” you purr, sucking a mark under his jaw. “missed your cock all day.”

“fuck, baby— let me at least take my shoes off—”

“no.” you reach down and palm him through his pants. he’s already rock hard. “bedroom. now. or the couch. or the kitchen counter. i don’t care.”

he carries you straight to the living room, lays you on the big sectional, and drops to his knees. he eats you out like a starving man — two fingers curling deep while his tongue works your clit. you cum twice before he even pulls his cock out.

when he finally fucks you, it’s deep and possessive, one hand protectively over your little bump the entire time.

“look at you,” he groans, thrusting slow and hard. “so horny for me even when you’re carrying my baby. my perfect cocksleeve.”

you claw at his back and beg for more.

the shower hijack happens two days later.

jay steps out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist, hair dripping. you’re waiting on the bed in nothing but one of his button-ups, half open, tits spilling out.

the second he walks close enough you grab the towel and yank it off. his cock springs free, already half-hard just from looking at you.

“again?” he laughs, but his eyes are dark. “we did it three times this morning, baby.”

“and i need you again.” you push him onto the bed and crawl over him, dangling your heavy breasts in his face. he groans and catches one nipple in his mouth, sucking harder than usual. a tiny bead of milk leaks out and his eyes roll back.

“fuck— that’s so hot.”

you sink down on him again, riding him reverse cowgirl so he has the perfect view of your ass and your tiny pregnant belly. every bounce makes your tits slap together. jay spanks you lightly, gripping your hips, helping you move faster.

“gonna keep you like this forever,” he pants. “pregnant and horny and dripping for me every hour.”

“yes—” you moan, grinding down deep. “fill me up again, jay. want your cum leaking out of me all day.”

he does exactly that, pulling you down hard as he empties inside you with a long, broken moan.

the late-night pawing happens at 2:37 a.m. a few nights later.

you wake up aching again, pussy throbbing, nipples tight. jay is sleeping peacefully on his stomach. you slide under the covers, gently spread his legs, and start sucking him soft.

he wakes up halfway hard, groaning your name sleepily.

“baby— you’re insatiable.”

you just hum around his cock and take him deeper. when he’s fully hard you climb on top and ride him slow and lazy, using his body while he’s still half-asleep. his hands eventually find your hips, guiding you, thumbs stroking your bump.

“my good girl,” he whispers hoarsely. “using her husband whenever she needs. cum on me, princess.”

you do — twice — before he flips you gently onto your side and fucks you from behind, one arm wrapped around you protectively, hand cradling your belly as he fills you again.

by the end of the week jay is exhausted but stupidly in love.

he comes home one night to find you in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron, tits fully out, bump proudly on display. you’re “making dinner” but mostly just waiting for him.

he doesn’t even speak. just walks over, bends you over the counter, and fucks you right there among the half-chopped vegetables.

“you win,” he groans, pounding into you. “i’m your cocksleeve now too. use me whenever, however. i’ll quit the group if i have to. just keep draining me every day.”

you laugh breathlessly and push back on him. “good. because this baby bump is only gonna get bigger — and my hormones are only getting worse.”

jay kisses your neck, hand rubbing your belly tenderly even as he rails you harder.

“good,” he whispers against your skin. “i love you like this. horny, pregnant, and completely obsessed with my cock. my perfect wife.”

you cum with his name on your lips, already thinking about waking him up with your tits in his face again tomorrow morning.

and jay — sweet, devoted, pussy-whipped jay — will happily let you. every single time.

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[youngheejay]

Even when I try to look forward, this empty feeling in my chest follows me everywhere.

I never knew I loved you this much until now. I should’ve appreciated you more when I still had you.

I miss my seven so much.

So much that my heart aches even when I’m distracted, my eyes get glassy when I remember what happened, the tears fall as if they don’t know where else to go.

So much.

I just wish they would’ve comforted us.

[hoonguin]

꒰﹕﹒ turbulence ❀ sim jaeyun

⌗ in which . . . you’re on a flight to brisbane seated next to your coworker sim jaeyun, the same man you’ve been quietly involved with for months

流星 ໑ . . surgicalresident!jake x fem!reader

⌗ includes . . . smut (18+), workplace relationship, secret relationship, voyuerism, vulgar language, pet names, jake talks you through it, semi-public sex.. on a plane, tit play, handjob, fingering, overstimulation, orgasms, riding, choking, unprotected sex (don’t) ➜ mdni ! or do.. it's up to you ♡ purely a work of fiction, none of this is real | wc: 3.3k

♪ el’s bubble: experimenting with the formats for a lil bit until i find something i really like 🫩 so expect a shit ton of rocks in my next few posts ✌️ this’ll be a 2 part fanfic btw hehe | request by anon, so thank you! this is so ass but trust me things will get better . . none of this was proofread so please ignore any probable errors, enjoy — likes, reblogs, and feedbacks are deeply appreciated on here ♡ requests are always open if you want to see me write something specific ۫ ׅ

໑ part 1 | part 2

tags: @wonscapes my baby

now playing . . . apocalypse by cigarettes after sex

The hum of the Airbus A1009 was a hypnotic, deep-throated purr, a white noise that had finally lulled the rest of the first-class cabin into a collective, wine-and-jetlag-induced slumber. 

It was hour six of the ten-hour haul to Brisbane, the long-haul purgatory where legs swelled and patience frayed. The reading lights were dimmed, casting the first class cabin in a twilight gloom broken only by the flickering glow of a few scattered seatback screens.

Flying first class to a new city in a different country should have felt really, really relaxing. 

It definitely should have.

After a week of back-to-back lectures, surgical demonstrations, and networking events at the medical conference, you were exhausted. 

Your body ached in ways only long shifts and too many hours on your feet could ever cause, and yet you felt awake in a way you hadn’t expected, wide-eyed and painfully aware of Jake sitting next to you.

Both of you had been assigned seats next to each other by what you could only call a miraculous coincidence. 

Or maybe fate had a twisted sense of humor. 

Out of dozens of passengers, the two of you ended up in this first-class corner together, alone, with only the hum of the engines and the soft amber lighting of the cabin keeping both of you company. 

No one else would know what was happening unless the crew suddenly woke up and started walking past your row. 

Even then, you doubted they would care, even for just a bit.

“Of all the flights in the world, we get stuck here together,” you whispered, leaning slightly so no one could hear.

Jake smirked, his dark eyes glinting in the dim light. 

“I’d say we’re lucky,” he replied. His hand brushed yours as he adjusted his blanket, you could feel the heat rise quickly to your cheeks.

The private suite walls were a godsend, cocooning both of you in a shell of dark leather and polished walnut. 

Your thigh, pressed against his in the intimate space, had been a constant, electric point of contact for the last three hours. 

You could practically already feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of your dress slacks.

You tried to ignore the way your heart was hammering. Ten hours in a plane, side by side, and completely alone. 

Yet, your brain was entirely focused on your cute, clueless, and surprisingly concupiscent Dr. Sim.

Both of you had this thing for months, secret messages, stolen glances during rounds, coffee breaks that lasted just a bit too long, but no one in the hospital knew. Not your close friends, not your supervisors, not your family, not anyone at all. 

It had always been your little secret, and now the quiet of the cabin made the thrill unbearable.

“You’re tense,” Jake whispered, leaning close enough for you to feel his breath on your ear.

“I’m not. Okay, maybe a little,” you admitted, trying to sound casual while your stomach did flips. “It’s the plane. It’s… uh—long.”

“Long,” he repeated, voice teasing. “Like me, right, baby?”

A beat.

“Jaeyun, what the actual hell are you trying to stir up out here?” you reply back, trying to hide your amusement at his sudden boldness.

He laughs softly, satisfied with the tiny bomb he’s planted onto the ground. “I’m kidding, don’t take it to heart, baby.”

A pause.

His gaze locks onto yours.

“Yeah, ten hours of this shit does feel like torture. I can feel your tension from here, princess.”

You rolled your eyes, though you could tell he caught the playful edge in your voice from earlier. His hand brushed your arm again, lighter this time, almost testing, and your chest tightened. 

You had been close to Jake before, but never like this. Never completely private, never in a space that felt both risky and intimate at the same time.

Slowly, he leaned in, just a little, giving you space to pull back if you wanted. 

Your heart literally jumped.

Then — he pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss.

When his lips met yours, soft and tentative, you froze for a second. The warmth of him, the gentle pressure, the soft brush of his hands on your arms, it all made you shiver.

“You’ve been thinking about this for weeks, no?” he murmured, teasing against your lips.

“Shut up,” you breathed, laughing softly as you pressed closer. “You’re ridiculous.”

Now, slowly but surely, the game was changing.

The cabin lights were dimmed to a soft, nocturnal blue. 

Across the aisle, Dr. Boo’s soft snores were a metronome of obliviousness. 

Jake was now engrossed in a dense medical thriller, his brow furrowed in concentration behind his wire-framed glasses. The soft, sandy brown hair that usually fell over his forehead was swept back, revealing the sharp, focused eyes of a surgical resident. 

You knew better. 

Of course you did.

You saw the tension in his jaw, the way his thumb rhythmically rubbed the spine of the hardcover. 

You leaned in, the scent of your shampoo, something floral and sweet, cutting through the stale, recirculated air.

"Darling, you know… I’ve been thinking about your hands all day," you whispered, voice barely a breath against the shell of his ear. "Specifically, how I want them wrapped around my throat while you fuck me until I can’t speak."

For most of the time, you’ve been pretending to sleep, your head tilted against the window, watching the endless black tapestry of the Pacific below speckled with distant, cold stars. 

Jake didn’t flinch at your sudden declaration. He didn’t even slam the book shut. 

Instead, a slow, dangerous smile spread across his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes. He turned his head, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach drop. 

He let out a low, breathy laugh, the sound vibrating in his chest.

"Baby, you’re playing a dangerous game for 35,000 feet," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave.

Before you could retort, he reached out, cupping the back of your neck with firm, warm fingers, and pulled you into him. 

The kiss was immediate and deep, bypassing the tentative teasing of new lovers and diving straight into the hungry, familiar rhythm of a secret affair. 

His lips were soft, but the pressure was demanding, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to claim the space. 

He tasted like the peppermint gum he’d been chewing earlier and a faint, lingering hint of coffee.

The kiss deepened, the heat between both of you rising rapidly to counter the chill of the cabin. 

As his tongue tangled with yours, you could feel the undeniable shift against your hip. 

His cock hardened, thickening rapidly in the confines of his dark corduroy pants. 

He tried to shift his legs, attempting to shrug off the reaction with a subtle adjustment of his hips, but you pressed closer, trapping him against the armrest.

You broke the kiss, your eyes darting quickly to the sleeping passengers around them. 

“Don’t hide from me, baby, it’s okay,” you cooed, cupping his jaw in your hands for a brief moment before swiftly pulling away.

“Shit, you’re so hot like this, princess,” he responded back, his breath hitching slightly. 

Your fingers found the cool metal of his belt buckle, working the clasp with practiced ease. The snick of the leather releasing seemed deafening, but Jake just watched you, his breathing growing heavier.

You tugged the zipper down slowly, the teeth parting with a metallic rasp. Reaching inside the waistband of his boxers, your fingers brushed against the hot, velvety skin of his erection. 

“Fuck, baby—ugh,” he moaned out. 

You freed him, his cock springing up to rest against his stomach, the tip already glistening with pre-cum. He was thick and hard, the heat radiating from him intense.

Jake groaned softly, his head falling back against the headrest as your fingers wrapped around his shaft. 

You began to stroke him, your grip firm and twisting, using the bead of fluid to slick her movements. 

He leaned in again, capturing your mouth in another bruising kiss to stifle the sounds. 

His hand had moved from your neck, sliding down your side to grip your waist, pulling you tighter against the seat.

You worked him with a deliberate, agonizing slowness, your thumb grazing the sensitive ridge of the head on every upstroke.

“Mmgh, princess—please, faster, shit—” he groaned out. 

His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction, his breath hitching in your throat.

The thrill of the public setting, the risk of the flight attendant walking by, the proximity of strangers, sharpened every single sensation.

"Ugh, baby, keep going… please," he breathed against your lips, his voice strained.

You felt the shift in him before you even felt his touch. The careful, measured breathing beside you hitched. 

Then, his hand, large, warm, unmistakably his, settled on your leg, just above your knee.

It wasn’t tentative. It was a claim. 

Your breath caught, sharp and silent in your throat. 

You didn’t move. You couldn’t. 

This is it.

The thumb began to move, a slow, torturous circle, rubbing a path higher with each rotation. The friction was minimal, but the intent was a screaming siren in the quiet cabin.

“Baby, everyone’s asleep, you know,” Jake’s voice was a low rumble, barely a whisper, his lips close to your ear. 

His accent, usually softened by years abroad, thickened with desire, wrapping around the words. 

His thumb pressed harder, dipping just to the inside, a hair’s breadth from where your need was already beginning to pool, hot and insistent. “Ten hours, my love. I’ve been counting.”

You turned your head, faces inches apart in the shadowy alcove. 

He chuckled, low and teasing. 

One hand moved to rest on your thigh, brushing higher slowly, testing. You moaned softly, trying not to make a sound. 

Every touch felt electric, every whisper amplified by the quiet.

“I… I shouldn’t,” you whispered. “We’re on a plane, baby.”

“And yet you’re not pulling away,” he said. “Good. I love that, darling.”

His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, reflecting the faint glow of your personal screen. The professional mask of the brilliant, composed cardiothoracic fellow was completely gone. 

In its place was raw, hungry anticipation. 

“Jake, someone could see us,” you whispered back, the protest weak even to your own ears as you arched your back slightly, pressing your thigh more firmly into his hand.

“Let them see,” he breathed, and his other hand came up to cradle your jaw, his thumb stroking your bottom lip. “I don’t care anymore. I need to taste you, baby. Right here. I want you so fucking bad.”

The words were a live wire down your spine. 

His mouth crashed onto yours, not with the gentle teasing of your stolen moments in hospital supply closets, but with a desperate, consuming hunger. 

His tongue swept past your lips, still tasting of mint and the tannins of the cabernet ya’ll shared. 

You moaned into him, the sound swallowed by his kiss, your hands flying to grip his shoulders, feeling the powerful muscles tense under his crisp cotton shirt.

His hand on your thigh began a relentless, upward journey, pushing the fabric of your pants ahead of it. 

He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours, ragged breaths mingling as he watched his own hand disappear under your clothes.

“My god, Jake—wait,” you manage to breathe out.

The sound of the zipper being slowly, so slowly, drawn down was deafening in the quiet. The cool cabin air hit your stomach, and then his fingers were there, sliding beneath the lace edge of your underwear. 

“So wet for me already, princess” he murmured, his voice thick with awe and possession. 

His fingers traced your slit through the soaked lace, a feather-light touch that made your hips jerk off the seat. “All this time, thinking about this. About you.”

He hooked his fingers into the lace and dragged your underwear down, just enough. 

The first direct touch of his fingertips on your bare, slick flesh was a shock of pure, undiluted pleasure. 

You gasped, head falling back against the headrest. “Jake, baby, oh god…”

“Shhh, my needy baby. Just feel me, yeah? I’ve got you.”

One long finger slid inside you, effortlessly, to the knuckle. Your inner muscles clenched around him instantly, greedily. 

You gasped, your hand tightening around his member as pleasure jolted through your body.

He didn't even try to tease you.

He groaned, a deep, strained sound, and began to move, a slow, penetrating rhythm that was maddeningly deliberate. 

His thumb found your clit, circling it with the same focused pressure he’d used on your thigh, now applying it to the most sensitive part of you. 

The dual sensation, the deep, filling stretch and the pinpoint, electric friction, coiled a tight spring low in your stomach. 

You couldn’t help but think back to that ridiculous incident with colleagues a few months ago. They had jokingly submitted your group photo to a fortune teller just for laughs, something about seeing “hidden truths.” 

You remembered the fortune the woman gave for Dr. Sim: “He has a high sexual drive.” 

At the time, everyone laughed. The idea seemed absurd — cute, somewhat clueless Dr. Sim, high sexual drive? Nobody would have ever guessed.

But now, it seems like that prediction knew exactly what it was talking about.

“Shit, baby, you’re so tight,” he gritted out, adding a second finger, stretching you exquisitely. His pace quickened, his fingers curling to hit a spot deep inside that made stars burst behind your eyelids. 

You bit down on your lip to stifle a cry, hands scrambling for purchase on the leather armrests. The world narrowed to the dark suite, the hum of the engines, and the masterful, devastating work of his hand.

It was climbing fast, the tension coiling impossibly tight. His mouth was back on your neck, sucking and biting at the skin just below your ear, a surefire mark he’d have to explain later.

His fingers pumped harder, his thumb a relentless, perfect vortex on your clit.  

The orgasm ripped through you without warning, a violent, silent quake that locked your spine and stole the air from your lungs. 

Jake swallowed the sound, kissing you deeply, effectively silencing your moans into muffled whimpers against his mouth. 

The feeling of you coming undone around his hand, the wet heat of your cum coating his fingers, only made his dick throb violently in your grip. 

Your body convulsed around his hand, waves of pulsing pleasure radiating out from your core, drowning out every rational thought. 

He held you through it, his fingers still moving, gentler now, prolonging the shudders until you were a boneless, trembling mess against him.

As the last tremors subsided, he slowly pulled his hand away, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips to taste you, his eyes dark and hooded. 

The sight was obscene and incredibly erotic. 

“You taste even better as I imagined, princess,” he whispered, head falling slightly off to the side.

His eyes, dark and triumphant, locked on you as he sucked them clean, a filthy, deliberate show that sent a fresh jolt of heat straight back to your ruined center. 

“Mine, all mine.” he said, the words a vow.

He unbuckled his own seatbelt with a sharp click that sounded impossibly loud. His movements were urgent now, the control fraying. He fumbled with his belt, his own need blatantly obvious, straining against his trousers.

“Jake—wait, what are you doing?”

"God, baby, I need to be inside you," he growled, the command barely audible.

A beat.

You hesitate.

“What? Now? Sim Jaeyun, we’re on a plane, we’re most definitely going to get caught.” 

“Please, baby, I’ll be a good boy,” he pleads with you, his eyes never failing to make you give into the deepest truths of his desires.

You let out a small chuckle, just low enough that only the both of you could hear.

Then, he guided you to straddle his legs, your knees resting on the edge of his seat. 

It was sort of awkward and cramped, but the adrenaline masked the discomfort. 

You reached down to line him up, sinking down slowly onto his cock. The stretch was intense, filling you completely. You bit your lip hard, suppressing a groan as he bottomed out.

“You can take it, baby, be a good girl and listen to me, yeah? I got you.”

You could only ever manage a moan at his response.

Jake’s hands found your breasts through your blouse, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He unbuttoned the top few buttons with clumsy urgency, pushing the fabric down to expose your lace bra. 

He tugged the cups down, freeing your nipples to the cool cabin air before his hot mouth latched onto one.

He sucked hard, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud, sending electric shocks straight to your clit.

“Mm, you taste so good baby, all of this is for me?”

You began to ride him, lifting your hips and dropping back down, the movement limited by the tight space but no less powerful. 

Jake met your thrusts, gripping your ass to pull you down harder. 

One hand moved up to your neck, his fingers wrapping around your throat. 

He didn't squeeze hard, just enough to let you feel the strength in his hand, to assert his dominance. 

The light pressure cuts off your breath just enough to make your head swim, heightening the intensity of every movement.

"You feel so fucking good, princess," he whispered, his voice ragged in her ear. "Taking my cock so well, right here where anyone could see."

The praise washed over you, mixing with the pleasure. 

He controlled the pace now, holding you still while he thrust up into you, deep and relentless.

The friction was incredible, the drag of his thick cock against your inner walls was driving you toward another peak. 

He kept sucking on your breasts, alternating between nipples, nipping and biting as his breathing grew ragged.

The coil tightened again, faster this time. Jake’s thrusts became erratic, his hips snapping up to meet yours. 

He choked you a little tighter, his other hand digging into your hip. "Come for me, baby," he demanded.

The command broke you. 

You shattered around him, cunt convulsing and milking his cock. The sensation pushed him over the edge. 

“Ugh, fuck—”

He buried his face in your neck to stifle a loud groan as he came, his cock pulsing inside you, filling you with hot, thick ropes of come.

He held you there, pinned against him, as you both rode out the aftershocks, hearts hammering against each other’s ribs.

For a long moment, both of you stayed frozen, the only movement the heaving of your chests. The reality of where both were seeped back in — the smell of airplane coffee, the snoring of the neighbor, the dim lighting.

Jake lifted his head, his glasses slightly askew. 

“Well, that was… an interesting experience, no?”

He adjusted your blouse, covering your breasts with a tenderness that contradicted the roughness of moments before. 

He kissed you softly, a lingering press of lips that promised everything.

He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear.

"I hope you know, though, that I'm not done with you yet," he whispered, a dark smirk playing on his lips. "Not even close. Just wait until we land."

That sent another shiver down your spine.

He helped you off his lap, the wetness between your thighs a sticky, pleasant reminder. 

As you settled back into your own seat, buckling your seatbelt with trembling hands, Jake adjusted his glasses, picked up his book, and turned the page, looking for all the world like the innocent, polite resident everyone thought he was. 

But under the blanket, his hand found yours, squeezing it tight. 

From then on, you knew the flight to Brisbane was far from over.

⭐️ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

[hoonalt]

Swap nights - p.sh & s.jy✧

"what's so wrong with two best friends sharing each other's wife for mutual benefits"

Warnings: heavy smut,Consensual wife swapping, partner sharing,foursome,sunghoon has a wife,Hard dom Sunghoon ,Soft dom Jake, little wxw,Detailed smut,oral,deepthroat,facefucking,vaginal, anal, double penetration,squirting, cum play, creampies, titfucking, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms,strong language,dirty talk,cum swapping/kissing , filthy nasty fucking.

MDNI

Wc:10.3k

Note: this is crap not proofread asked y'all in this poll idk,refering+to hoons wife as naeun no cap just a random name:)

The rain came down in relentless sheets against the Gangnam high-rise windows, blurring the glittering Han River into streaks of silver and neon. You, lay curled against Jake’s chest on the deep sectional sofa, skin still warm and slightly damp from the slow, tender sex you’d just finished. His fingers traced idle patterns along your bare shoulder, the way they always did when the weight of the world pressed too heavily on him.

“We’ve been best friends since we were eight,” Jake said quietly, voice warm like melted honey. “Ilsan soccer field after school. I was the kid who kept falling over the ball, laughing at myself. Sunghoon was the serious one—staying until it got dark, kicking penalties until his shins were bruised. He helped me up that first day and never stopped. Through middle school fights, high school cram hell, KAIST dorm nights where we coded until our eyes burned, and then launching the company from a tiny officetel with nothing but instant ramen and stubbornness.”

Sunghoon had always been Jake’s shadow and blade—quiet intensity, razor-sharp focus, the one who saw every risk and calculated three moves ahead. Jake was the warmth, the charm that won investors and kept the team motivated. Together they built a logistics platform that finally took off after years of grinding. But success brought new demons: a former CTO who leaked proprietary code, triggering a brutal patent lawsuit that nearly bankrupted them six months ago. Endless meetings, sleepless nights, investor pressure that made both men ghosts in their own homes.

You met Jake three years ago at a casual tech mixer in a dimly lit Gangnam bar. He was in a rumpled white button-down, tie already loosened, flashing that crooked, boyish smile that made you feel seen. The connection was instant—late-night talks about dreams, his gentle way of holding your hand like it was something precious. Marriage followed naturally, intimate and full of laughter. Sunghoon met Naeun a year later at a design conference. Their relationship was more controlled, intense, like everything Sunghoon touched. Their wedding was elegant, minimalist, held in a sleek venue with river views. The four of you quickly became inseparable: summer trips to Jeju where the guys played beach soccer while you and Naeun lounged under umbrellas sharing secrets, rooftop barbecues filled with soju and nostalgic stories, quiet dinners where the bond felt unbreakable.

But the cracks had been widening for months.

The lawsuit drained everyone. Jake would come home drained, eyes hollow, yet still pull you into his arms and make love to you with that softness you loved—slow, deep thrusts, forehead pressed to yours, whispering, “You’re my safe place, baby. My perfect girl.” It was beautiful, reassuring. But in the quiet hours after, a darker ache stirred inside you. You wanted to be pushed, used, broken down and rebuilt. You never said it out loud, afraid to disrupt the safety he gave so freely.

Naeun started confiding in you during long café afternoons in Itaewon. One rainy Tuesday, over iced Americanos, she stirred her drink and spoke softly. “Sunghoon needs total control in bed. The kind that leaves marks and makes me forget my own name. I like it sometimes—it’s intoxicating. But not every night. Sometimes I just want to be held gently, praised, taken care of. He feels the guilt after, like he’s too much for me. And the company stress only makes that edge sharper.”

You understood. You felt the parallel ache.

The true breaking point arrived on a Thursday night when the settlement talks nearly collapsed after seventy-two straight hours of crisis meetings. The four of you gathered at your apartment with takeout—samgyeopsal, banchan, plenty of soju. Rain hammered the glass like angry fists. Sunghoon sat coiled tight, jaw clenched, staring into his glass. Jake looked exhausted, rubbing his temples.

“I’m so fucking tired of pretending everything is fine,” Sunghoon said suddenly, voice low and rough. “At the company. At home. Everywhere.”

Naeun looked at you, then at her husband. “Maybe it’s time we all stop pretending.”

The air thickened. No one laughed it off. Jake’s hand found your thigh under the table, steadying. That night the conversation spilled out for hours—raw, vulnerable, terrifying in its honesty. Jake admitted he sometimes fantasized about watching you lose control with someone who wouldn’t hold back the way he always did out of love and fear. Sunghoon confessed the deep need to dominate completely, to take without restraint, and how Naeun occasionally needed the softness he struggled to give when work had him wired. You finally voiced the craving for roughness, for bruises and degradation mixed with pleasure. Naeun admitted she wanted to feel worshipped, cherished, taken care of like something precious.

It didn’t happen immediately. Rules were built carefully over the next two weeks—multiple dinners, long voice notes, even a shared digital note with hard limits, safe words,aftercare requirements, and the ironclad rule of no solo meetings. Weekly emotional check-ins mandatory. Consent to be reaffirmed every single time. The company settlement finally came through—messy, expensive, but enough to stabilize everything and let everyone breathe again.

The first night arrived on a quiet Friday evening.

No cheesy buildup. Just the four of you sharing a normal dinner in the apartment—grilled meat, side dishes, easy laughter about the old Ilsan soccer days and the time Jake and Sunghoon got hopelessly lost in Hongdae as teenagers after too much soju. You wore a simple black slip dress that skimmed your curves. Naeun looked stunning in emerald silk that clung to her body and slipped teasingly off one shoulder. Jake and Sunghoon were in button-downs with sleeves rolled, looking every bit the successful but tired tech founders.

Conversation stayed light until the plates were cleared and the city lights glowed brighter outside. Sunghoon set his glass down with deliberate calm, dark eyes locking onto yours across the table.

“We’re not leaving this unfinished tonight. Everyone still good?”

Jake turned to you, his warm brown eyes searching, hand squeezing your thigh gently. “Still yes, baby? We stop the second anyone says.”

You nodded, throat tight with anticipation. Naeun did the same, a flush already creeping up her neck.

Sunghoon stood first and crossed the room to you with slow, predatory steps. He cupped your jaw firmly, thumb pressing against your lower lip. “When I tell you to kneel, you kneel. No hesitation. Understood?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

His voice dropped to a commanding growl. “Kneel.”

You sank to the plush rug between his spread legs. He unzipped slowly, deliberately, freeing his thick, heavy cock. It was girthier than Jake’s, veined, already leaking at the tip. “Open that pretty married mouth for me.”

He started measured, feeding you inch by inch, letting your tongue work, then gripped your hair tighter and pushed deeper until your throat constricted around him. You gagged wetly, tears pricking your eyes, saliva already spilling from the corners of your lips. “Fuck, that’s it. Tight throat. Jake’s been keeping this warm, sloppy mouth all to himself for too long.”

On the couch, Jake had pulled Naeun onto his lap, kissing along her neck with soft, reverent lips while one hand slipped under her silk to stroke her folds gently. “Tell me everything that feels good, yeah. We go slow if you need. You’re already soaking my fingers… such a good girl for me.”

Sunghoon fucked your face with controlled but deepening thrusts, hand fisted in your hair, using your throat like a toy. Thick strings of spit dripped down your chin onto your heaving tits. After what felt like endless minutes of gagging and moaning around his length, he pulled out with a wet pop, spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock. “Dress off. Now. Bend over the back of the couch and present that ass.”

Naked and trembling with need, you obeyed, draping yourself over the sectional, legs spread, ass high. His large palm cracked hard across your right cheek—sharp sting blooming into heat. Then the left. “Wider.” Two thick fingers plunged straight into your dripping pussy without warning, curling viciously against your g-spot. “So fucking sloppy and greedy already. Jake’s little fucks have left this married cunt starving for a real man to wreck it.”

He yanked his fingers out and replaced them with his cock in one savage thrust, burying to the hilt without much prep. You cried out loud at the burning stretch . Sunghoon set a brutal, unforgiving pace immediately—hips snapping hard, balls slapping your clit, one hand yanking your hair back to arch you painfully. “Take every fucking inch, you dirty little slut. This is what you’ve been fantasizing about, isn’t it? Jake’s perfect wife getting her tight pussy destroyed by his childhood best friend while he’s busy being sweet with my wife.”

The obscene wet slapping of skin on skin filled the living room. Jake was thrusting slowly and deeply into Naeun on the couch, murmuring constant praise against her ear. “You feel incredible around me. So warm and tight. Ride me however feels best, pretty girl. You’re doing so well.”

The contrast was devastating—Sunghoon’s ruthless pounding making your tits swing wildly and your voice crack into broken moans, versus Jake’s loving, rolling thrusts drawing soft, blissful whimpers from Naeun. Your first orgasm slammed into you without mercy, pussy clamping down hard, a clear gush of squirt spraying around Sunghoon’s pistoning cock and running down your shaking thighs.

He laughed, low and cruel, not slowing for a second. “One already? Pathetic. Gonna drain you completely tonight.”

He pulled out abruptly, spun you around, and laid you flat on your back on the wide ottoman. He straddled your chest, sliding his slick cock between your tits and fucking them roughly, the head bumping your lips on every upward thrust. Meanwhile, Jake moved between your spread legs, his tongue slow and worshipful—broad, loving licks over your swollen clit, two fingers curling gently but precisely inside your soaked pussy. “Come on my tongue again, baby. Let me taste how much you loved getting fucked by him.”

Naeun knelt beside you, leaning down to suck one of your sensitive nipples into her warm mouth, tongue flicking teasingly. Sunghoon growled, “Suck the tip while he eats that sloppy, used pussy.”

You obeyed, swirling your tongue around his cockhead as another powerful orgasm built and crashed under Jake’s perfect mouth, thighs clamping around his head.

Sunghoon carried you bridal-style to the master bedroom, the city lights sparkling through the windows like silent witnesses. He tossed you onto the massive king bed and climbed over you, slamming back into your pussy in one vicious thrust. “Get on all fours. Jake wants your mouth while I ruin this hole some more.”

You scrambled into position on trembling limbs. Jake knelt in front of you, feeding you his long, familiar cock with gentle, shallow rolls of his hips. “That’s my good girl. You look so fucking beautiful taking us both. I love you like this.” Sunghoon railed you mercilessly from behind, hand cracking across your ass again and again, leaving bright red handprints. “Greedy fucking whore. Sucking your husband’s cock while I destroy your cunt. Feel how much wetter you get every time I degrade you?”

Naeun slid underneath you on her back, mouth latching onto your clit and sucking eagerly while her hands roamed your body. The overwhelming sensations—Jake’s praise-filled throat fucking, Sunghoon’s brutal pounding, Naeun’s hungry tongue—sent you spiraling into another squirting orgasm, soaking her face and the sheets beneath.

“Fuck yes,” Sunghoon snarled. “Our personal squirting cumslut.”

As the night deepened they prep'ed you for both of them. Jake lay beneath you, sliding his cock into your pussy with slow, deep care, kissing you so tenderly the whole time while praising every minute .“Breathe through it, baby. I’ve got you. You’re taking us so perfectly.” Sunghoon worked generous lube into your ass with patient but insistent fingers, then pressed his thicker cock against the tight ring and pushed in steadily. The stretch was intense, burning pleasure-pain that made you sob. Once fully seated, two cocks buried deep inside you, rubbing together through the thin wall, you felt impossibly full.

They began moving in rhythm—Jake’s deep, rolling thrusts in your pussy, Sunghoon’s harder, punishing snaps in your ass. Naeun kissed you messily, fingers rubbing your clit in tight circles. You came so hard your vision whited out, body convulsing, squirting violently around Jake.

They switched holes after. Then they gave Naeun the same treatment while you licked and sucked her clit and nipples. Cum started flowing freely—Sunghoon pulling out to paint thick, hot ropes across your face and tits, growling, “Open wide, cumdump. Swallow what you can.” Jake came inside your mouth with low groan while tapping your lips with his dick while Naeun licked the rest off your skin, the two of you sharing messy, cum-flavored kisses.

The hours blurred into a sweaty, filthy marathon: you riding Sunghoon reverse cowgirl, ass bouncing as Jake fucked into your pussy from below in a tight double vaginal; Naeun sitting on your face while the men took turns using every hole; a tangled pile on the floor where Sunghoon edged you mercilessly with his cock and fingers for nearly thirty minutes until you were crying and begging, then forced multiple squirting orgasms out of you until the mattress was ruined.

Dawn broke with all four of you collapsed in a sticky, exhausted, cum-covered heap. Sunghoon’s arm lay heavy and possessive over naeun's torso. Jake’s fingers were laced tightly with yours. Naeun curled warmly against your chest.

The next morning was slow and tender—coffee on the balcony overlooking the river, soft massages on sore muscles, gentle kisses on bruises, and honest check-ins. “No regrets?” Jake asked you softly, brushing hair from your face.

“None at all,” you whispered, smiling. Naeun reached over and squeezed your hand. Sunghoon pulled you onto his lap for a moment, pressing a hard, claiming kiss to your marked shoulder.

The entire weekend unfolded with more rounds. In the spacious shower, Sunghoon pinned you against the cool tile and fucked your ass deep and hard while Jake knelt in front, eating your pussy from the front with long licks, Naeun watching and fingering herself until she came with a soft cry. Later on the kitchen island, Sunghoon bent you over and filled your pussy with a massive load while Jake praised Naeun as she rode his face to orgasm.

Over the following weeks, the new dynamic wove seamlessly yet intensely into your lives. The company stabilized further, allowing Jake and Sunghoon to breathe and reconnect as they always were—now with deeper honesty. You and Naeun grew even closer, bonded by the unique experience of being shared between the two men.

The next full gathering, months later, was even nastier. Sunghoon tied you spread-eagle to the bed with silk ropes, edging you for over an hour with toys, fingers, and his cock while Jake fucked Naeun slow and sweet right beside you on the mattress, forcing you to watch every gentle thrust and hear every loving praise until you were a sobbing, dripping mess begging for release. Only then did both men unleash—double penetrating you in every combination possible, swapping cum in sloppy kisses between you and Naeun, making you lick each other clean while the guys recovered and got hard again for another round.

This was your reality now: a life built on years of genuine friendship and shared history, forged through company crises, personal tensions, and raw honesty. Jake’s softness grounded you. Sunghoon’s hard, unrelenting edge broke you open beautifully.

Unbreakable. Messy. Yours.

©️pvrkshn

[yunsera-deactivated20260427]

i wasn’t even gonna say anything or make a post but i can’t stand aside and let this go, i dont care. one thing im gonna do is stand up for my community and the fact that NO ONE is saying anything has me so livid.

i don’t care what account it’s from, i dont care about this person being ot6 right now. what i’m concerned about is why we’re comparing slavery to a fucking KPOP GROUP???? are we serious right now???

with everything black people have been through and are still CURRENTLY GOING THROUGH, your best analogy is slavery ? why do yall always have our names in your mouths? it’s not even about that but do you know what slaves went through? i’m not talking about that shit they “teach” you in school, do you KNOW what slaves went through ???

you don’t because you’d rather be fucking ignorant than to educate yourself on things that matter. slavery is not and will never be anything to joke about. black americans were raped, their babies were used as ALLIGATOR BAIT. they were hanged—and are still being hanged to this day. they were EATEN, there was an entire COOK BOOK MADE TO PREPARE SLAVES. and as if that wasn’t enough, they skinned them alive. there’s so much more but maybe you all should do your own research.

kpop is never that serious to say something like that. EVER. and the fact that no one is holding them accountable for even uttering a sentence like that is so wild but not surprising. i dont care how they meant it, how they were trying to say it, dont EVER in your life compare my people’s suffering to grown ass men that wouldn’t even notice you walk by.

[opiuons]

❤︎ 𝗍𝖾𝗑𝗍𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 situationship!𝗉.𝗌𝗁 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾, 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖻𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖽, 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗄𝖾𝗒 #𝗐𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗂𝖾𝗅𝖽𝗌

𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺𝖾 : if you’re into nct wish riku and this looks familiar from another blog then yes that’s also me. yes im plagiarising myself.

[hoonkitti]

shared secret ─ ˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

best friends who share everything… including their side chick.

𓊆박성훈 & 심재윤& 박종성 x fem reader𓊇 baby, is it me or are you doing something to me? when you smile, it’s shining, but for some reason, you’re lying inside. dangerously, you’re beautiful. you slowly came to me, my dilemma like a habit. ─ baby don't like it, nct127 ⫶ 𐔌masterlist꒱

𓆩♡𓆪 wow hi :< it's been a minute since i wrote + something so long + smut?! + foursome?!?!?! ... i'm super sorry in advance if this is so shit because yk i don't reread my smut and this is genuinely just 10k of filth hahsheahs and i miss u guys so much kisses kisses kisses :x

word count 10k content advisory heavy infidelity/cheating, lowkey polyamory? possessiveness, side chick, jay is a football player, jake is a nerd, toxic relationship, moral ambiguity, hoes before bros or whatever, no one's a good person here, mentioned of underage drinking (1), kinda sunghoon biased i'm so sorry, non proofread! smut advisory foursome (fmmm), very nasty mayne, different sex scenes, squirt, fingering, cum stuffing, oral, fellatio, pussy licking/sucking, lots of making out jesus, dirty talk, profanity, locker room fucking, creampie, cumshot, tit play, jake's in love with your tits and sunghoon can't stop kissing you, flirting, jay's gentler than the others, jake is lowkey a softdom/sub, sunghoon's a hard-dom and mean, use of slut, whore, cumdump etc. doggy style, side-fucking, missionary, creampie after creampie, car sex, hotel sex... might miss out some but pls.

growing up as a trio—jake, sunghoon, and jay always, and always made sure that no secrets are kept from one another. from highschool, and attending the same college, they stuck together like glue—rooming in the same dorm block, sharing the same late–night runs, copying each other’s work despite not taking the same major but shared classes.

they called themselves 02z (and sunghoon always thought that it was corny) and no matter what happened, the rule was simple: no secrets. everything got laid out on the table—the good, the bad, the ugly, and the embarrassing. 

and they’d proven it time and time again.

like the time jake got stupidly drunk at a house party at the age of seventeen, and jay had to haul his half–conscious ass back through the window of his bedroom while sunghoon knocked on the front door and entertained jake’s father from finding out.

or the time jay accidentally broke the school’s window and to prevent him from getting suspended and kicked out of the football team, jake stepped forward and took the blame—”i threw it too hard to impress a girl, sorry.” he flashed that innocent puppy smile and accepted the week’s detention without complaint. jay never forgot it and paid him back by covering his shifts for two whole weeks.

but the real payment was the tighter bond between them.

“ride or die,” sunghoon had said once. and in a world where friendships were shallow and people stabbed each other in the back, the three of them were unbreakable. like a stream of water, it cannot be cut—

but even the strongest stream can be diverted when the faucet is turned.

——

 funny enough—the first time jay saw you was during one of his football friendly matches. 

it was a casual friday afternoon game, nothing serious, just the medic faculty versus the business for bragging rights and free drinks afterward. jay was on the field in his number 99 jersey, sweat already soaking the back of his neck under the orange sun.

his girlfriend, minji, was sitting in the small bleachers with a couple of her friends, waving at him every time he glanced her way. he’d blown her a kiss before the whistle, the perfect boyfriend move that made his teammates tease him later.

and you weren’t even supposed to be there for him. 

you were merely just a friend with one of the strikers in his team—and had come along because he (martin) had begged you to at least pretend to cheer so he doesn’t look like a loser. you sat on the grass near the sidelines, knees pulled up in those pretty shorts and prettier top. 

you weren’t attention seeking or loud, but jay found his eyes travelling to you more often than he’d like to. light, genuine laughter that cut through the noise of the field and scored him square in the chest. he almost lost the ball.

and if it wasn’t after the match that everyone gathered near the benches to talk about what happened and martin pulled you in to join the conversation. you, being youself—ever so friendly and talkative you, even prettier up close and funnier than most girls he know—chatted with the rest of the boys like you’d known them for months.

jay stood there, still catching his breath, tower slung over his shoulder, watching you. the conversation flowed naturally and he found himself grinning wider than he should, eyes lingering on the way your lips curved when you smiled.

“you played so well. even if your team totally got lucky on that last goal,” you commented, casually sitting next to jay on the bench. jay laughed, humming. “yeah? that never happened by the way—so it was probably your luck.”

you raised an eyebrow, amused, turning your body slightly toward him. “you think so?”

the way you said it made something in his chest tighten in the best way possible. most girls would either just giggle or try too hard, but you looked like you were genuinely enjoying the back–and–forth. 

he leaned back on the bench, resting his elbows behind him. his jersey clung to his chest, damp with sweat, but neither of you care. for once, he was grateful his girlfriend wasn’t around.

“maybe,” he replied, that smirk tugging at his lips. “or maybe you’re bad luck for the other team. every time you cheered us, their defense fell apart. i saw it.”

you let out the laugh that got him almost distracted on the field earlier—and shook your head. “you’re so smooth, jay. do you use that line on every girl who watches your game?” 

uh, oh. 

his smirk faltered for half a second. he let out a quick, awkward laugh and rubbed the back of his neck to play it cool. “of course not,” he said, chuckling a little too loudly. “that would be way too cheesy. i swear i’m not that kind of guy.”

you tilted your head, studying him with glint in your eyes. then, casually, almost too casually, you dropped it—

“i thought so! you kept blowing kisses to a girl earlier. i saw it.”

jay went quiet.

the easy smile on his face froze. his fingers tightened slightly around his water bottle as the words landed. he swore—he swore—he didn’t mean to come off as flirty or anything, but it just… came out naturally. 

like it was just you.

for a moment, he didn’t know what to say. he hadn’t even realised you’d noticed that. 

“yeah, well…” he started, voice trailing off. he looked away for a second, heartbeat drumming fast, searching for the right words that wouldn’t make him sound like a complete asshole. 

before he could finish, you broke into a soft giggle and waved your hand lightly in front of him. “i’m just joking, hehe,” you said, mischievous. “relax. you don’t have to look so guilty.”

jay let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the tension in his shoulder easing as he laughed along. you were teasing him, but the way you said it so playfully made his tummy flip. 

he finally met your eyes, watching the way your lips curved when you smiled like that. relax. you don’t have to look so guilty. then, before he could talk himself out of it, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it out to you. 

“put your number in,” he said, smoother and calmer now. “next time we play, you could be our lucky charm again.” 

you’re not stupid. if anything, martin would’ve invited you to the next matches anyway. but you took the phone anyway—fingers brushed against his. you saved yourself as yn, followed with a little soccer ball emoji and handed it back.

“don’t blow me kisses though,” you teased lightly as you stood up, brushing invisible dust from your shorts.

jay watched your back as you walked away, phone warm in his hand, your contact staring back at him. it’s harmless—it’s just a number and you’re just a girl who was easy and fun to talk to.

but the further you got from him, the more it’s clear to jay that he was going to text you tonight. 

and the first turn of the faucet happened—quietly, and completely without anyone knowing, not even jay himself.

——

“oh my gosh, my player,” you moaned sensually, tipping your head back as jay lifted you up around his waist with ease. 

his strong hands gripped the back of your thighs, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pressed you against the cool metal locker. the contrast between the cold surface on your back and the heat of his body made you shiver.

jay’s mouth was on yours instantly—hungry, deep, messy, and horny. he kissed you like he’d been starving from it since the first whistle was blown, tongue sliding against yours while low groans rumbled deep from his chest. 

“fuck baby, you feel so good like this,” he rasped between kisses, grinding his hard cock against your bare pussy. the thin fabric of his shorts was the only thing separating you, and you could feel every inch of him throbbing, already leaking like a little boy for you. 

“my little reward.”

you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers threading through his damp hair as you rocked your hips against him, chasing the friction. “hngh—you did so well… how are you so good at everything?” another sensual moan slipped from your lips when he shifted and rubbed the head of his cock against your swollen clit. 

“am i?” his lips trailed down your jaw to your neck, sucking and biting lightly, leaving faint marks he knew he shouldn’t but couldn’t stop himself from making. one hand stayed under your thigh, holding you up effortlessly, while the other squeezed your tit, thumb flicking over your perky nipple until you whimpered. 

“look at you,” he murmured against your skin, voice hoarse with list. “so fucking wet and ready for me after i won. you like being my secret celebration, baby?” 

you nodded eagerly, pussy twitching and clenching around nothing but the idea of jay’s thick cock inside. sensing that—he pulled his shorts down just enough to free his cock, thick and heavy, tip glistening with a bead of precum. 

“i want you—fuck me, please,” you cry out, leaning to kiss him.

without another word, jay lined himself up and pushed inside you in one slow, deep thrust—stretching you open, filling you completely. a broken moan tore from your throat as he bottomed out, walls clenching tight around him. the guy buried his face in your neck, groaning loudly at how perfectly you took him. 

“shit… so tight,” he breathed, staying still to let you adjust—but not for long before he started moving, sensual, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock against every sensitive spot. “oh god, yesyesyes, just like that,”

the locker rattled with every thrust. your legs tightened around his waist, heels dragging into his lower back as he fucked you against the cool metal, mouth never leaving your skin. he kissed, licked, and sucked at your neck and collarbone while his pace gradually picked up, turning deeper and harder.

“mine tonight,” he whispered roughly, one hand slipping between your bodies to rub tight circles on your wet, sensitive clit. you moaned louder, bud ticklish and feeling like you were going to squirt—which you did, just seconds after. 

jay’s so good and gentle with how he’s treating you it’s making your chest flutter. “yours, jay, yours,” you gasped as the head of his cock knocked against your cervix—jerking your body upwards with each pound.

“my pretty little trophy… taking my cock so well after the game.”

your moans grew louder, more desperate, echoing softly in the empty, locked, locker room as he drove into you again and again and again—sensual, hot, sinful, and so fucking good.

jay’s breathing turned ragged, forehead pressed to yours as he chased both your highs, the wet slap of your skin and your shared gasps filling the air. the player ended up cumming—shooting ropes and ropes of warm jizz on your pretty little face, landing some on your head.

seeing how well you’re cleaning his cock—jay realised he was far from done with you.

——

for sim jaeyun, everything had its place, neatly stacked in order of importance.

first came his family—always. then his friends (sunghoon and jay at top, then the rest of the people he knows). layla, his border collie, squeezed into that top tier too. studies came strongly after that because he believed it’s 100% his future—

and finally, only then—way down the list—came fun.

and fun included his girlfriend, chloe. she was sweet, understanding, and never complained when he told her he had to study late or hang out with the boys. jake liked that about her—she knew her place in his priorities, and she respected it.

he never meant to rearrange that list. 

“sorry we can’t do this at my apartment,” jake said, rubbing the back of his neck. “my girlfriend’s been staying over a lot lately and… yeah. i didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

you and jake shared multiple classes since the start of the semester, sitting in the same lecture halls but he’d never really talked to you. not until the professor paired you two together for a major project that counted half of the final grade.

now here you were—tucked away in a quiet, secluded corner of the library on the third floor. jake sat across from you, laptop open, highlighter between his teeth as he scribbled notes. you leaned back in your chair, legs crossed, a small knowing smile playing on your lips.

unlike the easy friendliness you’d shown jay, something about jake brought out a slightly different side of you—a bit more teasing, more… dominant? like you enjoyed watching the good boy squirm a little. 

“that’s okay, jakey,” you replied, tilting your head, eyes locked onto his. “anywhere is fine at least we get it done, right?”

jake blinked, caught off guard by the nickname but didn’t comment on it. his cheeks warmed slightly, but he laughed it off. “yeah… exactly. studies first, you know? gotta keep priorities straight.” 

you hummed, leaning forward on your elbow, chin resting on your hand as you watched him. jake had to do everything just from glancing at your cleavage sticking out from your shirt. the way your gaze lingered made the air between you feel a little heavier, more intimate—and jake figured this was why most girls wouldn’t want their boyfriends around a girl.

a pretty one at that too.

“that’s good. keeping everything in order like that, hehe.”

the words slipped out casually but jake’s ears turned pink anyway. he shifted in his seat, suddenly hyper–aware of how secluded this corner was—no one could really see the two of you back here.

he tried to steer the conversation back to the project, pointing at the screen as you scooted closer beside him. “so… for this second, i was thinking we could—”

“oh—you typed quantitative wrong here—” 

you leaned in and pointed at the typo on his laptop screen. in the process, your chest brushed against his arm, soft and warm through your thin top that jake swore he felt the sponge of your bra. 

jake froze.

his breath hitched, eyes widening for a split second as he felt the brief press of your chest against his bicep. a rush of heat shot straight through him and you felt the way he tensed up.

“oh—shit, sorry,” you said quickly, pulling back a little, though your voice didn’t sound even an ounce of guilt if he was being honest. “didn’t mean to interrupt you like that.”

his mouth went dry. he could still feel the ghost of the touch on his arm, and his brain was suddenly struggling to form normal sentences. “n—no, it’s okay,” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks now matching the pink of his ears.

“don’t worry about it.”

you bit your lip to hide a small smile, watching the way composed jake was suddenly flustered. the good boy who kept his priorities straight was starting to crack a little. instead of moving back, you stayed right where you were—shoulders almost touching his, close enough that your perfume filled his nostrils. 

you pointed at the screen again, this time more carefully, your nails tapping on the lcd. your voice dropped softer, with a hint of light dominant slipping through.  

“see? right here. fix it, jakey.”

jake swallowed hard, nodding quickly as his fingers moved to the keyboard. but it was hard to focus on the project anymore—not when every time you shifted even slightly, he became hyper–aware of how close you were, and how dangerous his mind was playing at.

that damn cleavage and top.

maybe it was because jake met you during one of his ‘studying’ sessions, but you were quick to climb up his carefully built hierarchy. just like jay, you were easy to talk to, quick with your thoughts, and somehow jake liked… being told what to do. shamelessly.

“you’re so good at this,” you hummed softly, scooting your chair just a tiny bit closer until your knee brushed his under the table. “what’s something you’re not good at?” 

you meant the project—but you also knew men like jake would divert the meaning elsewhere. something jake’s not good at is probably standing on his morals and keeping his priorities straight. 

not when he’s easily swayed like this.

——

just two months after that, jake’s stacked priorities crumbled.

parked in a quiet, dimly lit corner of the campus parking lot at 11:49 p.m., the backseat of his car fogged up. he had a chemistry exam the next day—yet here he was. 

“jakey…” you whispered against his mouth, voice low and teasing as you cupped his cheeks, fingers tapping against his skin. “you’re thinking too much again.” you continued, straddling his lap and brushing your lips against his.

“it’s late…” he breathed, even as his hands gripped your waist tighter, pulling you down harder against the obvious bulge in his jeans. “test t’morrow… chloe… fuck, this is so wrong.”

you pouted playfully, rolling your hips and grinding against him in the meantime. “but you’ll ace the test tomorrow anyway, why bother?” you hummed, pressing your lips against him. jake groaned, head falling back against the seat. you purposely ignored the latter problem.

his morals screamed at him, but his body betrayed him completely.

clothes were pushed aside rather than fully removed—your skirt flipped up, panties pulled to the side, his jeans shoved down just enough. he had you on all fours, exactly how he liked it best: doggy style.

as all up for him to watch as it jiggles—yeah, fuck yeah. jake’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he pushed into you from behind in one, full, deep thrust—instantly burying himself deep with a broken moan.

“shit—you feel so good, yn,” he gasped, forehead pressing between your shoulder blades for a second. the angle was beyond perfect—the cramped car, and your tight, wet, cunt while being so deep he could feel every clench around him. 

“uh huh? what else?”

he started moving, savouring the way your back arched for him, the way you pushed back to meet every thrust, the way your ass jiggled when his pelvis slapped ‘em. “so tight, your pussy’s so tight, yn,” he rasped, picking up his pace. jake’s hips snapped harder, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the space of the car. “i love it—love your pussy,”

jake’s cock was probably the longest you’ve had, reaching so deep your fingers, toys, and other boys had never been able to. “oh god, jakey, you’re so good,” you moaned aloud, palms flat against the fogged window.

“you’re ruining me,” jake groaned, one hand sliding up to push you down lower, chest pressed against the seat while your ass stayed up for him. “can’t stop thinkin’ about this—about you.”

his balls slapped against your wet pussy, dragging you velvet walls with each time he pulled out. you moaned sensually, gripping the edge of the seat as he fucked you faster, coming close. “then don’t stop, just do me all the time.”

that pushed him over the edge. 

the boy’s grip tightened. he pulled you back onto his cock, deep with every thrust. the car rocked with his movements. “fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted, sweat dripping down his temple, morals completely shattered as he took you exactly how he loved—deep, rough, playful.

“want your cum, gosh—fuck, cum all over me,” you gasped, saliva leaking out from the edge of your mouth. your pussy squelched with every thrust, juices splattering on the leather seat. what a shame to the girlfriend, really.

he leaned over you, one arm wrapped around your waist while the other braced beside your head, pounding into you harder as he began chasing his end. “shouldn’t… i really shouldn’t…” he groaned, voice strained and broken.

“c’mon, be a good boy—give it to me, cumcumcum,”

the praise pushed him over—with a final moan, jake pulled out of your dripping pussy. he flipped you onto your back in one motion, trapping you between his knees. his hand pumped his slick, wet cock furiously, eyes dark and wild as he hovered above you.

you looked up at him with a teasing glint in your eyes—lips parted, chest heaving, already arching your back and pushing your tits together for him. his abs tensed, jaw clenched tight.

“shit—i’m cumming—!”

thick liquidity, warm ropes of cum shot across your chest in messy spurts, painting your tits and collarbones white. some landed right on your nipple, dripping slowly down the curve which only caused jake to cum some more.

fuck, that’s so fucking hot—he thought, swallowing the lump in his throat as he kept stroking himself through it, milking every last drop until his cock twitched empty and his whole body shuddered. 

you licked around your lips, smearing jake’s cum all over your pretty tits. it looked like you were lactating his cum. 

“fuck… am i good enough, yn?” he murmured, chest heaving. “look at what you do to me.”

——

saturday night and sunghoon’s at a popular off–campus club with a group of his classmates. while he’s not much of a party guy, he came because one of them kept dragging him anyway, and he knew he couldn’t keep rejecting their advances for so long.

he’s sitting in the booth area, nursing drunks, bored, and detached while everyone else is loud and drunk. sunghoon doesn’t dance. doesn’t flirt. just watch.

that’s when he saw you.

you’re on the dance floor with your girlfriends, just being effortlessly sexy and attractive—the way your body swayed, hair sticking on your neck from the heat, the same curve of your smile that jay was starstrucked with. 

and that damn black dress that hugged your curves just right.

sunghoon’s eyes locked on you instantly, he didn't smile when your eyes met his as well across the floor—just watching. instead of looking away shyly, you held his gaze for a few seconds, then your eyes travelled from the top of his head down to his shoes, and  gave him a slow smile before turning back to your friends.

that was all it took for him.

sunghoon stood up, leaving his classmates’ drinks and stuffs on the table, and walked straight onto the crowd. he didn’t say anything at first—just slid in behind you, one hand slightly resting on your waist as he spun you around to meet him. 

“hey,” he murmured, tall frame towering over you. “what’s that about?”

you tilted your head slightly, a playful, faux innocence smile playing on your lips. “what’s what about?”

his eyebrows furrowed just a fraction, but the corner of his mouth twitched—the tiniest hint of amusement and a thought of, wow, the audacity. his hand stayed on your waist, thumb pressing lightly into the fabric of your dress, holding you in place. 

“that look you gave me,” he said, shrugging. “are you daring me?”

you let out a soft laugh that almost sounded like a scoff, eyes sparkling and laced with a kind of bratness that he never knew he was into. you didn’t pull away but instead stepped a little closer, letting your chest brush against his as you looked up at him through your lashes.

“and if i am?” you replied, sweetly. “what are you gonna do about it?”

morality had always been quite a blur to sunghoon.

he never lost sleep over it but rules, right and wrong, loyalty—they were just concepts that applied to other people. as long as it didn’t affect his image or his life or his close circle greatly, he didn’t care enough to draw hard lines.

and tonight, those blurry lines had just walked out of the club with him.

sunghoon didn’t say much as he guided you toward his black sedan by holding your hand in his. you glanced up at him, still wearing that same little smile. “you always drag girls out of clubs without asking their name?”

he unlocked the car with a soft beep and opened the front door for you. his eyes met yours—completely unbothered. “sunghoon,” he said simply. “and i don’t bring girls out anywhere.”

you let out a hum, but still slid into the front seat without hesitation. he followed right after, closing the door behind him. the inside of his car smelled strongly of his cologne, and as he started the engine, he didn’t bother with small talks. didn’t ask where you lived, nor did he offer to take you home. 

sunghoon pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward the city centre with his one hand occasionally brushing your thigh. you watched the streetlights flicker across his jawline and the way his expression said nothing eventhough the tension between you two in the car reeked with want.

“so… where are we going?”

“a hotel. closer than my place.”

——

the door had barely clicked shut before sunghoon had you pressed against the wall, mouth crashing into yours in a deep. hungry kiss. there was nothing gentle about it—his lips moved against yours with need, tongue sliding in immediately to taste you as one hand gripped your jaw, and the other pressed on your hip. 

and you—you kissed him back just as greedily, fingers digging into his shoulders, tugging at his shirt like you wanted it off yesterday. “ngh—hngh,” you moaned into his mouth, tongue intertwining and sucking on one another.

sunghoon broke the kiss only long enough to pull your dress up and over your head at once, letting it drop to the floor. his hands were on you instantly—squeezing your tits, sliding down to grip your ass, yanking you flush against him so you could feel how hard he was through his pants.

“fuck,” he muttered against your lips, voice low. he bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue before kissing you again, deeper this time. 

you moaned into his mouth, hands working frantically to unbutton his shirt and push it off his shoulders. the moment his bare chest pressed against yours, sunghoon groaned and lifted you up. your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he carried you across the room, lips still on yours.

he dropped you onto the bed, the mattress dipping. before you could even catch your breath, sunghoon was crawling over you, shoving his pants and boxers fully down to free his thick, heavy cock.

and jesus—unlike jay or jake’s, sunghoon was packing. 

“you’re so hot,” sunghoon licked his lips, hooked his fingers into your panties, ripped them down your legs, and spread your thighs wide open with his knees. he looked down at you for one brief second, then lined himself up. 

“are you gonna fuck me? without even knowing my name?”

sunghoon paused, the corner of his mouth twitching into a cocky smirk. finally, he didn’t look cold. he pushed just the tip inside you, teasing, before answering.

“i know you, yn,”

your eyes almost widened, a mix of surprise and arousal flashing across your features. 

“how?”

he leaned down closer, one hand gripping your thigh as he slowly sank another inch deeper, stretching your tight cunt open. “i overhead your friends,” he murmured, hissing through his teeth as your pussy engulfed him. 

you let out a soft moan, back arching as the familiar burn of being stretched came back to you. “fuck… you’re really something, hoonie.”

sunghoon bottomed out with a groan, burying himself to the hilt inside you. for a second, he stayed still—letting you feel and adjust every inch of him, his grip on your thighs tightened. you arched your back, eyes half–lidded as you looked up at him, that spark still burning bright behind your eyes. 

“fuck me good, hoonie,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip as you began palming and playing with your tits, tweaking the perky buds. “make it worth me leaving my friends for you.”

“shh—shut up and let me do the work.”

that night, sunghoon fucked you for hours—the bed creaked loudly beneath as he fucked you deep and fast, hips snapping against yours with every thrust. his hands held your thighs spread wide, keeping you open as he pounded. the wet sounds of your bodies echoing in the hotel room.

“fuck—your cunt feels s’good,” sunghoon moaned, tipping his head against the headrest, jaw clenched tight. you hovered right over his hard, slick cock. sunghoon’s eyes never left yours as you sank down onto him, taking every inch until your ass met his lap.

a broken moan left your lips at the deeper angle. sunghoon groaned too, his fingers digging harder. “look at you,” he murmured, eyes roaming over your face, your bouncing, marked, tits, lips parted in pleasure with your tongue sticking out. 

fuck. this is why sunghoon loved cowgirl. watching every lewd, pretty expression, every flutter of your eyelashes, your mouth opened to moan his name—because of this cock. 

you started moving, rolling your hips in sensual circles, then bouncing on his cock with more force. his hands guided you, but he let you do most of the work, just like he liked it. his gaze stayed locked on your face the entire time. 

“you’re so big, hoonie, oh jesus fuck,” you moaned eagerly, biting your lip. with each time you bounced on it, the head of his cock kissed your cervix sweetly and it felt so fucking good. he pulled you down closer by the nape of your neck, and kissed you deeply while you rode him. 

“that’s it… just like that, baby,” he rasped against your mouth, kissing the corner of your lips, then your cheek, then your jaw. “ride my cock like a good girl—let me see how pretty you look when you cum on me again.”

his free hand moved between your bodies to circle and pinch your perky buds. the combination made your rhythm falter, thighs shaking as you bounced faster, chasing the high. 

sunghoon kept watching you—obsessed. he kissed you again and again, swallowing your moans, occasionally bucking his hips to meet your movements and driving himself even deeper.

“cummin’ soon, babe?” he murmured against your lips, now moving his hand to rub that sensitive, wet, clit. “cum on me—then i’ll fill you up.”

you could only moan his name as the pleasure built higher and higher, your hips moving desperately. 

sunghoon, who never thought he’d ever cheat on sooha, let alone creampie another girl he just met raw—watched your face with almost possessive gaze. he had always been careful, even with someone who has little to no morals. 

and you—who had literally never let anyone cum inside you before—were seconds away from letting him be the first.

your thighs shook as the orgasm crashed over you. “fuck—!” you cried out, clenching hard around him, hips stuttering as you came and squirted all over his cock. the feeling of your pussy pulsing and gushing around him pushed sunghoon over the edge. 

thick, hot spurts of semen flooded inside you, filling you up the very first time. he kept thrusting through it, pushing his cum deeper. 

one night stand—this won’t ruin anything for sunghoon.

right?

——

“so,” jay started, leaning back against the railing with that smirk of his, “valentine’s next week. you guys already got plans locked in?” 

jake nodded, smiling. “don’t even say it. i booked the restaurant last month because i know she’ll kill me if i forget. we’ll probs just have dinner together.” he shook his head, sipping his canned beer. “gotta keep the girlfriend happy, right?”

sunghoon took a slow sip of his as well, shrugging and unbothered as ever. “i’ll probably just take sooha out on a breakfast and shopping. i got plans that night.” 

jay raised an eyebrow, turning to him with curiousity. “oh? what are you doing that night?”

he didn’t even flinch, just stared down at the small puddle of water around the can opening where his mouth kissed it. “bringing yeji out,” he said, absentmindedly swirling the alcohol in the can. “she’s been begging me to take her out. figured valentine’s night is as good as any.”

jake let out a laugh, completely buying it. “damn, she’s gonna milk you dry.” he commented, then glanced at jay from where he’s sitting. “what about you? something big again?”

“nah, think minji wants something intimate this time.” he hummed, looking out at the yard—people were chatting, dancing, and drunk to their heads. “maybe i’ll cook and we’ll spend the day at mine. who knows.” 

“what a romance.”

the three of them continued talking easily—hopping from one topic to another—arguing whose girlfriend was more demanding, whose more whipped, and reminiscing about things they’ll never get back. 

none of them even knew that they each shared the same secret—and little did they know, she was walking around the party downstairs right under their noses. 

down in the crowded kitchen, you leaned against the counter, red cup in hand, while heeseung stood in front of you—close enough that his arm rested on the counter beside your waist. 

“oh, i don’t have a boyfriend,” you replied, taking a small sip from your cup while holding his gaze. heeseung grinned, leaning in a little closer and lowering his voice so only you could hear him over the loud music. 

“good. because i’ve been wanting to ask you out for a while now. you’re always so hard to catch alone.” his fingers lightly tapped the counter next to your hip. “what do you say? let me take you somewhere nice this valentines?”

you bit your lip, pretending to think about it—

but before you could answer, a familiar voice cut through the noise. 

“yn?” 

sunghoon.

he was frowning. the usual expression on his face didn’t change much except for the tightness of his jaw, and the way his gaze flicked to heeseung’s hand near your hip.

heeseung turned his head, still smiling. “oh, hey man—”

sunghoon didn’t let him finish.

without a word, he reached out, wrapped his fingers around your waist and firmly pulled you away from the counter and away from heeseung. “come with me,” he said quietly, already leaving the kitchen.

you barely had time to shoot heeseung an apologetic smile before sunghoon guided you through the crowd, up the stairs, and into one of the empty guest rooms on the second floor. he closed the door—but didn’t lock it—the party noise instantly muffled.

“the fuck was that?” he asked, frowning and confused. “heeseung? really? you let him get that close to you?”

sunghoon took a step closer, towering over, eyes narrowed. 

“i thought we had an understanding,” he continued, laced with unfair possessiveness. “you didn’t even tell me you’d be here—then i caught you with some dude flirting?” 

before you could form a reply, his hand came up to grip your cheeks, forcing you to meet his gaze. “you couldn’t wait till i take you out on valentines?”

you looked up at him, a scoff escaped you—and a small smile tugged at your lips. “so you can have fun with sooha… but i can’t do the same with heeseung?”

his jaw tightened; and for a second, he just stared at you, thumb brushing over your lower lips. he let out a low, breathy scoff, almost a laugh—but there was no humour in it. “you’re really testing me,” he murmured, clicking his tongue.

“sooha’s my girlfriend. she gets breakfast and shopping because that’s what keeps everything quiet. you…” he paused, free hand slid down to your waist where he squeezed the flesh. “you get me at night. isn’t that better? i’m about to fuck you all night and you’re gettin’ jealous over some fucking breakfast?”

he tilted your head slightly, fingers digging into your flesh. 

“don’t compare yourself to her. and don’t let another guy put his hands near you again.”

he crashed his lips against yours in a hungry, possessive kiss, gripping your jaw tighter as he devoured your mouth. the kiss was messy and intense—tongues sliding, teeth grazing, low groans between you.

you kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers threading into his hair and tugging hard, making him groan into your mouth.

“fuuuccckkk,” he grunted between the kiss—turning and walking you backwards until your legs hut the edge of the bed. without breaking the kiss, sunghoon pushed you down onto the mattress and climbed on top of you, body pressing into the sheets. 

his hands roamed greedily—one sliding under your dress to grip your thigh, the other pinning your wrists above your head. “oh my, hngh,” you moaned softly, arching up into him as he ground his hips down against you. sunghoon bit your bottom lip, then soothed it with his tongue.

“always pissin’ me off—”

his phone suddenly started ringing on the nightstand.

sunghoon ignored it initially, lips moving down to your neck, sucking hard enough to leave another mark as the ringing continued. “jesus—shut the fuck up…” he murmured, merely glancing at his phone. he assumed it was just one of his friends, or just anyone but—

“sunghoon, you in here—?”

jake’s voice died in his throat. jay stood right beside him, phone in his hand—both of them froze in the doorway, eyes wide as they took in the scene. 

you lying on the bed, dress hiked up, lips swollen from kissing. sunghoon on top of you, one hand under your dress, his lips glistened from saliva, hair messy from your fingers.

for a long, suffocating second, nobody moved. 

sunghoon’s head snapped up, eyes widening in genuine shock, his expression completely shattered—he was caught. fucking caught. by his own bestfriends. they weren’t supposed to fucking know that he’s not loyal to sooha. the same two guys he swore loyalty to since teenangers.

the colour drained from his face. 

jake and jay stared, wide–eyed, stunned. 

“...yn?” jake breathed out first, voice barely above a whisper, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. jay’s mouth opened, then closed—replaced by pure disbelief. instead of addressing the elephant in the room—which was sunghoon fucking cheating—your name came out first. 

the realisation hit them both at the same time—how the fuck did all of them came to know you? if jay knew you because of his affair, and jake knew you too—and sunghoon too—then were they all having an affair with you?

they’d been secretly fucking the same girl for months—?!

you, still pinned under sunghoon, felt your stomach drop.

“oh my fucking gosh…” you whispered, eyes wide, a nervous laugh bubbling out of you before you could stop it. you propped yourself up on your elbows, hand flew up to cover your mouth, but it was useless. 

the shock, the absurdity, the fact that you had been playing all three of them without any of them knowing… it was all crashing down at once. 

sunghoon finally pulled his hand out from under your dress and sat up slightly. he looked between his two bestfriends, voice strained. “look—this isn’t what it looks like.”

jake let out a broken, disbelieving laugh. “you’re on top of her, dude.”

jay’s grip tightened—he stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time. 

“you.. and sunghoon?” his voice cracked. “how long has this been going on?”

the room was thick and silent for half a second.

then it clicked. 

sunghoon’s eyes narrowed and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked at jay—then slowly turned his head toward jake. the realisation hit him. “wait…” he muttered. “how the fuck do you know her?”

jake’s face went pale—he blinked rapidly and swallowed the lump in his throat. “yeah… how do you know yn?”

jay’s mouth opened, but no words came out at first. his gaze flicked between you and sunghoon, confusion turning into dawning horror. sunghoon sat up straighter, but not off you. all three boys were now staring directly at you.

“how do you know jay?”

“and how the hell do you know jake?”

“you and sunghoon—?”

now the focus shifted entirely on you.

you were still lying on the bed, dress rumpled, lips swollen, heart hammering in your chest. three pairs of eyes—shocked, jealous, and confused—were locked on you. 

“i—” 

you tried to sit up, tugging your dress down with shaky hands. “i—i didn’t know? ah, i swear… it just… happened? i mean—”

you were clearly flustered, words tumbling out in a nervous rush. “i never thought—i didn’t know you guys knew each other—?”

before you could finish, jake reached behind him and closed the door with a soft click, locking the four of you inside. both of them walked closer to the bed, their expressions shifting from confusion to something more of—betrayal and disbelief.

jay ran a hand through his hair, letting out a short laugh. “wow… you’ve been fucking all of us?” his voice was low, eyes wide. “our own friend group?”

why didn’t they blame each other—? you thought, swallowing the lump in your throat. you guys were the asshole cheaters in the first place! so they could cheat on their girlfriends, but god forbids a girl have fun with multiple guys?

“have you been playing us the whole time? jake asked. “letting jay fuck you, me, now sunghoon pinning you down like that?”

just as you were about to open your mouth, sunghoon squished your cheeks together and slammed his lips against yours roughly—teeth clashing and grazing your lips. you whimpered into the kiss, hands instinctively grabbing his shirt. 

when sunghoon finally pulled back, you grasped for air. his thumb dragged across your botton lip. “there’s no point hiding anymore, is there?”

the tension snapped. 

jay moved first, climbing onto the bed and grabbing your wrist, pulling you toward him. “c’mere, baby.” jake was right behind him, kneeling on your other side. sunghoon stayed where he was, between your knees, watching as his two bestfriends started touching you.

in seconds, your dress was being yanked up and over your head. hands were everywhere—jake’s mouth on your neck, jay’s hands squeezing your tits, sunghoon’s fingers hooking into your panties and dragging them down your legs. 

you were panting, head spinning from the sudden overload.

“look at her,” jay murmured, voice thick as he pinched your nipple, eliciting a moan. “pretty little side chick… been taking all three of us like a whore.” jake groaned, kissing down your chest. “and we thought we were the only ones… fuck, that’s so hot.”

sunghoon gripped your jaw again, turning your face toward him. “open your mouth.”

the second you did, and he kissed you again—rough and deep—while jay and jake worked together pleasing your tits. jay’s hand wandered along your tummy—down to your bare, wet cunt. 

his fingers slid between your folds, groaning when he felt how wet you already were. “shit, so soaked.”

“fuckin’ dripping for us already,” sunghoon said, moving to give jake a space to settle between your spread legs. “turn over,” sunghoon ordered, commanding as he grabbed your hips. “on your hands and knees now, c’mon.”

your body obeyed before your brain could catch up—which shocked jake a little since with him, you were never this obedient. you were flipped onto all fours in the middle of the bed, ass up, back arched, completely exposed.

jake gripped your asscheeks, spreading them wide enough as he leaned in and dragged his tongue slowly from your clit, all the way up to your dripping hole. “fuck, taste s’good,” he moaned, his cock beneath his pants twitched. he dove back in, licking and sucking messily while jay knelt in front of you. he tilted your chin up, hard cock already freed from his pants, thick and leaking. 

“open that pretty mouth, baby.”

you parted your lips and he instantly pushed the head of his cock past them, sliding deep into your warm mouth with a satisfied groan. “oh, fuuuuck… your mouth always feels s’good…”

sunghoon stayed at your side, one hand already palming and stroking his cock while the other reached underneath to rub circles on your clit as jake french–kissed your pussy. “look at you,” sunghoon murmured. “what a slut… taking all taken men at once. this what you wanted, isn’t it?”

jake hummed against your pussy and you felt the curve of his mouth forming into a smile—the vibration making your thighs quiver. jay thrusted into your mouth, hand tangled in your hair. “been screwing each of us behind the other’s backs…” jay groaned, pushing deeper until you gagged. 

“greedy little girl.”

your muffled moan around jay’s cock was the only answer they needed. 

jake was the first to pull back from between your legs, shiny with your juices. he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, swimming with pure need. “i’m going first,” he said, settling behind you. “been dying to fuck you again since the last time.”

sunghoon and jay didn’t argue. they simply shifted positions.

jake moved behind you, gripping your hips tightly and lining up his hard cock with your dripping entrance. without any warning or heads up, he pushed in with one deep thrust—bottoming out in a single stroke. 

“oh, fuuuck…” he groaned aloud, head falling back as your tight walls clenched around him. “still so ’ tight… missed this pussy so much.” jake started thrusting—deep strokes that rocked your body forward.

at the same time, sunghoon knelt in front of you. he grabbed your hair gently but firmly, guiding your mouth to his cock. “open up,” he ordered quietly. you obeyed, lips parting as he slid his thick length into your mouth. sunghoon let out a groan, eyes half–lidded as he watched you take him inch by inch.

jay moved to your side, kneeling close enough that his cock was right next to your face. your hand instinctively wrapped around his length, stroking his wet cock while you sucked his best friend’s. 

the room filled with wet, porno sounds—jake’s hips slapping against your ass as he fucked you from behind, the slick sounds of your mouth working sunghoon’s dick, and your hand pumping jay’s length. every now and then, jake would slap you ass—gripping, squeezing, and spreading and watched as your asshole twitched. 

“aw, pretty baby,” jay grunted, wrapping his bigger hand around yours as he guided you through it out. “taking all three of us so well, mm? perfect girl.”

next to him, sunghoon scoffed. jake panted and runted like a dog—gripping your hips harder as he pounded into you. “oh—hah—you feel so good, oh fuck, i missed this so much—missed you so much.”

sunghoon glanced at jake before his hand tightened in your hair, guiding your head as he picked up his pace fucking your mouth. “that’s it… suck me just like that—how you’d do with all the other guys, babe.”

jay groaned, hips twitching into your fist. “yeah—? do you have other guys you’re fucking aside us, yn?”

you instantly shook your head as much as you could with sunghoon’s cock buried in your mouth, a desperate, muffled, “mm—mm” vibrating around him. 

“right,” sunghoon clicked his tongue. the memory of you getting hit on by heeseung playing in the back of his head. if you were able to hide jake and jay from him for months—who knew who else?

every thrust from jake pushed you forward onto sunghoon’s cock, forcing you to take him even deeper down your throat. you were gagging around him, drool slipping from the corners of your mouth but you kept sucking.

jake’s rhythm started to falter. his grip on your hips tightened almost painfully as he fucked you harder from behind. “hah—i’m close, oh god,” he groaned. “wanna fill you up—i can fill you up, right? hngh—you’ll let me?”

he slammed into you a few more times, deep and desperate, burying himself to the hilt. now—jay and sunghoon never knew jake was someone who’s into this but who were they to judge? the contrast between how you were with jake, sunghoon, and jay made them want to laugh.

with jay, you’re treated as the princess of the princess—sweet, gentle, kind words—like you’re the girlfriend. with jake, you got to order and command—and he’s always so fucking into being called a good boy. with sunghoon? with sunghoon—you’re the brat that needed some punishment. 

you nodded your head and that was all jake needed. 

“hah—cumming—” he rasped. you felt the first hot spurts of his cum flood deep inside you. the puppy boy kept grinding into you, milking every drop as he creampied you, his cock twitching. a low whine escaped your throat, muffled.

when jake finally pulled out, a thick trail of his cum leaked from your cunt.

“next,” jake panted, voice hoarse as he moved aside.

they filled you onto your back. 

the player immediately took his place between your legs, but instead of fucking you missionary, he turned you slightly onto your side. he lifted your top leg, hooking it over his hip, and instantly slid his throbbing cock into your cum–filled cunt in one thrust. 

“ah—! jay!” you moaned aloud, followed by jay’s groan. the warmth from jake’s cum wasn’t helping the situation at all. it felt so fucking good. “she’s so slippery with your cum, jake… so filthy.”

he started fucking you from the side—deep, rolling thrusts that let him hit every sensitive spot. you’re beyond embarrassed at this point. your creamy pussy that gushes cum with each thrust, how exposed and bare and wet you were for the other two boys to see. 

you wondered if this was the consequences of your actions. 

jake moved up beside your head, still breathing hard. he groped your tits greeding—how he loved them—squeezing and kneading, pinching your sweaty nipples as he leaned down to kiss and bite along your neck.

‘hngh—yn, i love these so much,” he muffled, sucking and tugging at your boobs. “so soft, you’re so squishy.” 

sunghoon shifted to your other side, cupping your jaw and pulling you into a deep, messy kiss. his tongue slid against yours while jay continued fucking you from the side, the wet sounds of his cock plunging into your creampied pussy filling the room.

sunghoon kissed you like he couldn’t bear not doing anything while the other two boys had their fun. he was almost annoyed and pissed that they just had to interrupt him having you all to himself earlier. 

“is this what you like?” jake murmured against your neck, his hands never stopping roaming. he groped your breasts, rolled your nipples between his fingers, then slid one hand down to rub your clit in lazy circles while jay thrusted into you. “taking jay’s dick right after i filled you up… you’re so hot, yn.”

“hngh—jay, oh fuck, you’re so big—” you moaned into sunghoon’s mouth in which he instantly shut you up. jay groaned, picking up the pace, hips snapping harder. “fuck. i can feel your cum every time i push in, jake. poor sweetheart, do you like this, baby?”

sunghoon pulled back from the kiss just enough to let you breathe, lips brushing yours. “answer him while he’s fucking you.”

your body trembled between the three guys as you answered: “yes, yes, yesyesyes—! i—i love all three of you, oh my fuck!” you cried out, chasing sunghoon’s lips as you began sucking his bottom lip. you moaned shamelessly into his mouth while jay’s cock dragged against your walls.  

“we love you too.”

behind you, jay smirked—and jake couldn’t help from smiling. 

“show us how much you love it, please?” jake murmured against your nipple, his fingers never slowing down—pressing and rubbing your clit. “squirt for us—make a mess all over jay’s dick.”

he began rubbing harder—and the pressure coiled fast. too fast.

before you knew it, your thighs started shaking uncontrollably. your back arched sharply as jake’s fingers and jay’s cock worked you together. “oh, i’m gonna—!”

you didn’t even get to finish. 

with a loud, broken cry, you squired around jay’s cock. clear fluid gushed out of you, soaking jay’s hips, the sheets, and jake’s hand. your whole body convulsed, pussy clenching and pulsing violently. 

“fuck—!” jay groaned, eyes rolling back as your walls squeezed him like a vice. the feeling of you squiring all over him while still full of jake’s cum pushed him over the edge. without any warning, he buried himself deep and came—thick ropes of cum shooting right inside. 

he kept grinding into you through his orgasm, pushing every drop deeper as your squirt continued to leak around his cock. 

sunghoon watched the while thing, still kissing you through your high, swallowing every broken moan and whimper. 

when jay finally stilled, panting against your shoulder, the room was filled with heavy breathing and the obscene sound of cum and squirt dripping onto the sheets. jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your nipple while his fingers slowed on your oversensitive clit.

“good girl…” jay murmured, kissing your temple. “such a perfect girl.”

jay pulled out slowly, another mix of squirt and both their cum leaking out of your used cunt like whipped cream, jay smirked, giving your ass a squeeze. 

“my turn.”

sunghoon didn’t waste a single second.

he moved between your legs, pushing them wide open as he settled on top of you in full missionary, his frame caged you in, eyes locked onto yours that always made your tummy flip. without warning, he slid two fingers deep into your cum–filled pussy, curcling them instantly.

“hah—hoonie—!” you gasped, back arching off the bed as he started fingering you—fast and deep, wet sounds loud and filthy as he stirred jake and jay’s cum inside you. “feel that, babe? he muttered. “so full already—yet so slutty for more.”

he pumped his fingers harder, scissoring them, pushing the mixed loads deeper while his thumb rub your swollen clit. your legs trembled around him, overstimulation making tears prick.

only when you were whimpering and gasping did sunghoon finally pull his fingers out. he brought them up to your mouth.

“clean ‘em.”

you obediently opened your lips, sucking his fingers clean of the messy mix of cum while he watched. then, he lined up his thick, needy cock—and pushed into you in one deep thrust, slow enough to let you feel every inch and veins of him. 

a broken moan tore from your throat.

sunghoon bottomed out, holding your hips. “shit… so warm and wet,” he breathed, and began to move. his thrusts were hard and deliberate, hips snapping forward with every stroke, driving jake and jay’s cum even deeper.

he kept you in missionary the whole time—face to face, eyes locked, his body pressed flush against yours. one hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider. the other slid up to wrap gently around your throat, holding you there.

“open your mouth.” 

you obeyed instantly, lips paring, tongue slightly out naturally.

sunghoon leaned in first. he gathered spit in his mouth and let it drop slowly onto your tongue, watching with a smirk as it landed right on your tongue. jake moved in simultaneously, hovering above you as he spat directly into your open mouth, a thick string of saliva mixing with sunghoon’s. jay too—tilted your head upward gently before spitting into your mouth as well. 

all three of their spit mixed together on your tongue—so fucking humiliating in the best way. 

“swallow, baby, c’mon,” jay murmured, kissing your cheek. sunghoon tightened his grip on your throat just a little, you swallowed the thick saliva, throat bobbing under his palm. the taste of all three of them made your pussy clench hard around sunghoon’s cock.

“fuck, she just squeezed me,” sunghoon groaned, picking up the pace, fucking you harder. “such a nasty little cumslut.”

jake chuckled, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth as he palmed your tits. jay’s hand slid down to rub your clit as sunghoon pounded into you deeply—”nasty little girl, look at you,” jay murmured, caressing your hair.

“you love being used like this? who taught you to be so slutty, baby, hm?”

sunghoon’s eyes never left yours—your half–lidded, crossed, rolled to the back glossy eyes. he fucked you relentlessly, wet squelching sounds of his cock stirring the mixed cum inside you filling the room. his hand stayed around your throat as he fucked your cunt like a fleshlight, claming while jake had his fun with your tits, and jay continued teasing your clit from the side.

you were a complete mess—trembling, moaning, drooling… barely got to focus on the moving ceiling above. your tits bounced and jiggled with every thrust—a sight jake could cum alone. 

sunghoon’s thrusts grew sharper, deeper, and more desperate. his grip on you throat tightened just a fraction as he groaned against your lips. “fuck… ‘m cummin’—”

he straightened up, canines digging into his bottom lip as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard. the hardest he’s ever ejaculated. thick, hot ropes of cum flooded and washed over deep inside you, mixing with the cum from jake and jay before. 

as usual, he kept grinding into you, pushing every drop as deep as possible while his cock twitched inside your overused, overfilled pussy.

at the same time, the two boys kneeled on either side of your head—jerking themselves off furiously above you, breathing heavily. “shit, shit, shit,” jay rasped, thick spurts of cum landing across your tits and collarbones. 

“oh, gosh, yn, please,” jake whimpered, following just right after as he painted your face and chest with more warm cum. their softened cocks rested on your chest, with jay’s twitching again as it rubbed your nipple.

you lay there, panting, body covered in their cum—tits glistening like you milked out semen, pussy leaking a creamy mix of all three of them, throat marked from sunghoon’s hands and jake’s bites, lips swollen from jay’s kisses. 

the room was silent except for heavy breathing and panting.

sunghoon pulled out—agonisingly slow—watching his thick cum drip and burst out from your stretched hole. fuck—what a sight, he thought. he wasn’t sure if this would be the last time. your pussy twitched and spasmed around nothing, thighs trembling with orgasm as you shivered. 

jay leaned to press a chaste kiss on your cheek. jake’s softened cock caressed your other cheek as the owner pumped the mixed cum back inside your puffy pussy with his fingers. sunghoon pressed a soft, loving kiss to your lips. 

“you’re our secret girl now.”

you lay between them—as the three sworn, soulmates bestfriends who used to swear they had no secrets finally agreed on one secret: they would share their perfect little side chick—away from their girlfriends, and away from all the other guys out there.

[bywons]

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[i-kai]

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#it-grl masterlist | yn’s playlist ᯓ★

note coachella wknd 1 just passed by and i felt SO much fomo watching sabrina and justins sets omg… Please i should be there….. in the spirit of wknd 2 coming, here’s how things are looking over with cortis!

TAGLIST @moonstruckbae @rickyshensgirlfriend @yajw @emmaitoshi @jiyeons-closet @makaira-nina2005 @myuekii @therockcity @w0narchy @r0ckst4rjk @drpepki @luffyloving @kitteaasstuff @skib-0911 @ilovetylerthecreater @ocyeanicc @roseinagardenofweeds @ykvdani @aphantassia @itsdragonius @donttripchocolatechip3 @kandykitakat @d4rlinggz @bambisdiaryy @goldenmellow @pbananalover @sh00key @pixel-zombie @soulskiu @therockcity @thesvxntyb @fujiswn @driedbananachips @lovhyeon @therockcity @coconhovr @marsgirltyshi @lanasturnsnoopy @cortismysunshines @ilovetylerthecreater

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CORTIS (코르티스) is a 6-member South Korean boy group under BIGHIT MUSIC. The members are Martin, James, Juhoon, Seonghyeon, Y/N, and Keonho. They Debuted on August 18, 2025, with their first single, “What You Want”.

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