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MASTERLIST

LINKS — OT7 (+18)

FAV POSITIONS — OT7 (+18)

PERMANENT — P.SH (+18)

YOU WERE MINE FIRST — L.HS (+18)

TRIPLE THE PLEASURE — 02Z (+18)

WHEN THE TRUTH TEXTS BACK — Y.JW

WHEN THE TRUTH TEXTS BACK — Y.JW pt2 (+18)

AFTER THE STAGE GOES DARK — N.RK (+18)

MUSCLE MEMORY — S.JY (+18)

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN FRIENDS — L.HS (+18)

DANGEROUS COMFORT — P.SH (+18)

#enhypen #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen x y/n #enhypen x female reader #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jake #enhypen jay #enhypen x you #enhypen sunoo #enha #enhypen niki #enhypen jungwon #enhypen heeseung

toxic (like he’s just extremely jealous but not really violent towards u) bf sunghoon jealous bc the professor paired u w someone else than him and this someone else has a crush on u in psychology class +18

DANGEROUS COMFORT — P.SH

୨ৎ pairing : toxic bf!sunghoon x f!reader

୨ৎ synopsis : you and sunghoon go to university together. you got paired with a guy that has a crush on you for a project for the semester and sunghoon got a bit too jealous and possesive.

୨ৎ warnings (MINORS DNI) : smut, piv, car sex, grabbing, heated argument, toxic!sunghoon, tit play, dirty talk, rough!sunghoon, rough then gentle, love confession, breeding.

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You ride to class with Sunghoon like you always do. He picks you up a little later than planned, leaning out of the driver’s seat with that lazy grin like he didn’t just make you wait ten minutes. You slide into the passenger seat anyway, shutting the door and rolling your eyes as he teases you about how dramatic you are and how he didnt make you wait that long.

The drive is quiet in a comfortable way. Music low, windows cracked, his hand resting on your thigh at red lights. By the time you get to campus, the sky is already dark, buildings lit up and buzzing with students heading to night classes. He gets out first, waits for you without being asked, automatically reaching for your bag when you step out.

Psychology class is in one of the older buildings, the one that has a more cozy, library vibe to it and smells like books, wood and coffee. It’s your favorite. You walk in together, shoulders brushing, his arm slipping around your lower waist, guiding you through the crowd. Or maybe reminding them you are his. You take your usual seats, Sunghoon leaning back in his chair, one leg stretched out, already half-bored.

The professor walks in a few minutes late, coffee in hand, looking like he’s already tired of everyone.

“Evening.” he says, setting his bag down. “Hope you all had a good day.”

There’s a low murmur of responses. Chairs shift, someone drops a pen. Sunghoon barely looks up, leaning back in his seat with that effortless, bored confidence, foot hooked around the leg of your chair. You’re half-listening, flipping to a fresh page in your notebook, already assuming you know how this goes.

“Tonight I want to go over the details for your midterm project.” the professor continues. “You’ll be working in pairs that are randomized.”

Names start getting called. A few familiar pairings. Some groans. Some relieved laughs.

Then—

“Sunghoon.”

You glance at him automatically.

“And you’ll be working with Hyein.”

There’s a brief pause. A girl a few rows up looks around, then smiles and grabs her bag. She walks over, stopping beside Sunghoon.

“Hi.” she says. “Guess we’re partners.”

“Yeah.” Sunghoon replies easily, already back in his calm, charming mode. He scoots his chair over without comment, giving her space.

Okay. Fine.

“Y/N, you’ll be working with Minjae.”

You feel Sunghoon go still beside you.

Minjae is a nice, soft-spoken guy. Smart in that annoying psychology-major way. The kind of guy who leans in too close when you explain things. The kind of guy who blushes when you smile at him. The kind of guy Sunghoon hates.

Minjae looks up, surprised, then clearly pleased. You grab your things and walk over, taking a seat next to him.

“Hey.” you say, forcing a neutral tone.

“Hi.” he replies immediately with a nervous smile.

Hyein pulls her chair closer to Sunghoon, already flipping open her laptop. “So, have you started thinking about topics yet?”

Sunghoon answers her automatically, but his attention is split. You can tell. His jaw tightens just slightly as Minjae pulls his chair closer to you, close enough that your arms almost brush.

His gaze is burning at your back. He’s not angry. Not yet. But it’s worse than that. His jaw is tight, eyes dark and sharp like he’s memorizing every detail of this moment so he can replay it later and punish you for it. He’s slouched back in his chair, long legs stretched out, one arm draped over the desk like he owns the place. He’s hot. Annoyingly hot. The kind of hot that makes people stare without meaning to. The kind of hot that knows it. And he knows you’re watching him.

His gaze flicks, just for a second, to Minjae. Then back to you. A slow, knowing smirk curves his mouth and he turns his attention back to his partner, leaning closer to her.

Oh. So that’s how it’s going to be.

Minjae leans in, lowering his voice. “I was thinking we could do something on attachment styles?”

“That could work.” you say.

Minjae is focused, engaged, asking questions, occasionally brushing his arm against yours when he leans over your notes. You can feel Sunghoon’s stare every time it happens.

When class finally ends, the sun is already gone. The hallway buzzes with voices, footsteps echoing, people laughing as they head out. Sunghoon doesn’t approach you. That’s how you know you’re in trouble. You quickly pack your things to head out. Then you remember that you came with Sunghoon’s car. You are fucked.

You walk out to the parking lot, approaching Sunghoon’s car with a sigh. Then a hand wraps around your wrist hard.

You gasp and spin around. “Sunghoon—”

He steps in close, crowding your space. “You were real comfortable today.”

“Let go.” you hiss, glancing around. “We’re in public.”

His grip tightens just enough to hurt. Not enough to bruise. He’s careful like that.

“Oh, now you care.” he mutters. “You didn’t seem to mind when he was leaning all over you.”

“He’s my partner. For class.”

“Don’t play dumb with me.” His jaw flexes, muscle jumping as he clenches his teeth. “That guy’s been staring at you all semester. You know exactly what he wants.”

“And that’s my fault?”

He laughs quietly. “Everything’s your fault when it comes to me.”

You try to pull away. He doesn’t let you. Instead, he steps closer, fingers sliding up to your chin, gripping just a little too hard as he forces you to look at him. His eyes are burning now.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you.”

Your heart is pounding. You are furious. He always does this. “Let me go!”

He releases your chin abruptly and grabs your arm again, steering you toward his car. “Get in.”

“No.”

His eyes darken. “Don’t make a scene.”

“You’re the one dragging me—”

He leans in, lips brushing your ear, voice dangerously calm. “You don’t want me mad in public. Trust me.”

You know he’s right. So you let him pull you to the car.

The door slams shut behind you, sealing you in with him. The silence is heavy, broken only by his sharp exhale as he runs a hand through his hair. He just sits there for a moment, hands on the steering wheel, knuckles white, jaw working like he’s chewing through something bitter. The glow from the parking lot lights cuts sharp shadows across his face, makes him look meaner.

You break first. You always do.

“So what?” you say, voice shaking with anger more than fear. “You gonna interrogate me now?”

He laughs under his breath. “Interrogate?” He finally turns to look at you. “No. I’m gonna explain something to you. Since you keep pretending you don’t get it.”

You cross your arms tighter. “I get it! You don’t like Minjae. Congratulations. You don’t like any guy who breathes near me.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Sunghoon snaps, voice already raised, echoing inside the car. “You think I’ll let anyone approach you?”

You spin toward him. “This is for a fucking class assignment Sunghoon!”

His hands slam onto the steering wheel. “I watched him stare at you for two hours.”

“And?” you shout back. “That’s not my fault!”

“You let him.”

“That is such bullshit.”

He turns fully toward you now, eyes wild, chest rising fast. “You were leaning in. Smiling. Acting all soft with him like you weren’t going to come home with me.”

You scoff. “I was being normal. Something you apparently forgot how to do.”

“Normal?” he laughs harshly. “Normal is not giggling with some guy who’s been waiting for a chance to touch you.”

You slam your palm against the dashboard. “Why is it okay when you do it then?!”

He freezes.

“You talk to girls all the time! You smile. You let them hang off you. But the second I breathe near a guy, you lose your fucking mind.”

“That’s different.”

“No, it’s not!” you scream. “You just think you’re allowed to do whatever you want.”

“I am.” he snaps immediately.

The silence after that is heavy and terrifying.

You stare at him. “You hear yourself?”

He leans closer, eyes burning. “I know exactly what I’m saying.”

“You make me feel like I’m walking on eggshells all the time.” you hesitate to say. “Like I have to think before I talk, before I look at someone, before I exist.”

“Good.” he says coldly. “Then it’s working.”

That hits harder than anything else.

“You’re messed up.” you whisper.

“And you’re still with me.” he shoots back. “So what does that say about you?”

“Don’t twist this.” you yell. “You’re manipulative. You trap me. You make me feel guilty for things I didn’t even do.”

He laughs, sharp and ugly. “I don’t trap you. I remind you.”

“Of what?!”

He moves fast, grabbing your jaw, fingers digging in as he forces you to look at him.

“Of who you come home to.” he growls. “Of who makes your legs tremble. Of who you love.”

Your heart is racing. “Let go of me!”

“You wanna talk about Minjae again?” he snaps. “Go ahead. Say his name one more time.”

“Why are you like this?!” you scream. “Why can’t you just trust me?”

“Because I know men!” he yells back. “And I know you.”

“That’s not love!”

“It is for me!”

You’re both breathing hard now, voices overlapping, anger spilling everywhere.

“I’m tired of being scared of you.” you shout.

His face darkens. “Then stop provoking me.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“You existed in a way I didn’t like.” he snarls.

“You don’t own me!”

His hand tightens on your jaw and he crashes his mouth against yours hard, bruising, silencing you. You gasp against him, stunned. He pulls back just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, both of you breathing hard.

“Shut the fuck up.” he mutters, voice rough and low. “You piss me the fuck off.”

Your lips are trembling. Your chest hurts. Your head is spinning. He stares at you like he’s daring you to leave. Like he’s daring you to fight him again. You don’t. And he knows that too. He grabs your neck and pulls you towards him again, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Get your ass in the back.” he growls in your ear and slightly pushes your body to the back.

You know better than to argue with him right now so you slowly move to the backseat, checking outside the tinted windows to find a now empty parking lot. Sunghoon's hands roam roughly over your curves as he pins you to the backseat, his body heavy and demanding against yours. He kisses you hard, tongue invading your mouth, teeth clashing. You can taste his anger, his jealousy, his desperate need to claim you. You try to pull away, but his grip on your neck tightens, holding you in place as he forces his tongue into your mouth, kissing you hard and aggressively.

"Mmph!" You try to protest, but it comes out as a muffled whimper, swallowed by his brutal kiss. His other hand gropes your breast roughly through your shirt, squeezing the soft flesh hard enough to probably leave bruises.

He breaks the kiss only to attack your neck, biting and sucking on it. You feel his teeth sink in, marking you as his, claiming you in the most primitive way possible.

"Ah! Sunghoon, stop..." You gasp, but he ignores your weak plea, too consumed by his rage and lust.

"You're mine." he growls, his voice low and menacing. "Mine to love, mine to fuck, mine to destroy if I have to."

He pulls your shirt up, throwing it next to him. Your lacy bra is exposed and he doesn't hesitate to grope your tits.

"Sunghoon, please..." You whimper, both scared and aroused by this aggressive, almost feral version of him. He's never been this way before, so consumed by jealousy and anger.

But he doesn't listen, too focused on reminding you of your place, of who you belong to. He unclips your bra and his mouth latches onto your tits, biting and sucking your nipple. He grinds his hips against yours, and you can feel his hard cock pressing insistently against your core. Even through his jeans, it's big and thick, a promise of the fucking he's about to give you.

“Baby, calm down…please.” you beg him.

But he's too far gone in his jealous rage to listen. With a harsh grunt, he grabs you by the waist and throws you onto the side of the car seat. You yelp in surprise.

"Take off your fucking pants and underwear." he orders, his voice a low growl. "Now."

You scramble to obey, your hands shaking as you unzip your jeans and shimmy it down your legs. Your panties follow, leaving you bare and exposed beneath him. Meanwhile, Sunghoon is taking off his own clothes, practically ripping the fabric in his haste. His shirt goes flying, followed by his jeans and boxers. In seconds, he's naked and hovering over you, his muscular body coiled with tension and anger.

He grabs your thighs and pushes them apart, exposing you to his hungry gaze. "Fuck, you're already wet." he snarls, seeing the glistening of your arousal. "You're getting turned on by the thought of that fucker Minjae or me?"

Before you can deny it, he's pressing his cock against your entrance. With a push, he's inside you, stretching you open around his thick length.

"Ahhh!" You cry out at the sudden intrusion, your back arching off the seat.

Sunghoon doesn't give you time to adjust. He starts fucking you hard and fast, his hips slamming against yours with punishing force. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth sinking into your skin as he pounds into you relentlessly.

"Fuck, you're so tight." he growls, his voice rough with anger and lust. "I'll fucking ruin you, ruin this cunt. You're mine, you hear me? No one else will ever stick their dick in that pretty hole."

His hands grip your hips as he drives into you over and over, each thrust hitting your cervix, claiming you, owning you. He never stops his relentless assault, pounding into you with a ferocity that borders on violence. The car rocks with the force of his thrusts, the sound of your coupling filling the enclosed space. You're helpless beneath him.

You can only cling to him, your nails digging into his back, your cries of pain and pleasure muffled against his shoulder. In this moment, you belong to him, body and soul. There's no escape, only the hard, driving force of his cock splitting you open, again and again and again…

He grips your chin, forcing you to look at him. You look up at him, your eyes watery, to notice his softening from the sight, his grip on your chin becoming more gentle, his thumb stroking your cheek. He leans down, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. His thrusts are now slower, more loving. He's not pounding into you with brutal force anymore, but rather, he's making slow, deep strokes that have you seeing stars. His hands start to explore your body with a gentler touch, caressing your curves, tracing the lines of your figure. He cups your breasts, his thumbs teasing your nipples until they pebble under his touch.

"I love you. I love you so much." he moans softly in your neck.

"Sunghoon." you whimper, your voice breaking on a moan as he grinds against you, hitting that perfect angle.

"I know, baby, I know." he pants, his hips rolling into yours, his pubic bone pressing against your clit with each thrust.

His mouth finds yours, and he kisses you deeply. His tongue caresses yours, but he's not just taking your mouth, he’s giving you his, offering you the depth of his love and desire.

"My beautiful girl, my everything. I can't lose you, not to him, not to anyone. You're my reason for living.” he murmurs against your lips, but there's no anger in it now, only a tender possessiveness.

He starts to move faster, his hips picking up speed as he chases both your pleasure. Each thrust of his hips a promise of forever. He's not fucking you anymore, he's making love to you.

"Sunghoon." you gasp, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel all of him. Your fingers tangle in his hair, nails raking down his back as you cling to him, lost in the ecstasy of his lovemaking.

“Fuck, I love you so much. Cum for me please. Let me feel it.” he whimpers and reaches between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it. That's all it takes to push you over the edge. Your orgasm crashes through you, your inner muscles clenching down on his cock as you bite his shoulder to prevent a scream.

You feel his body tense above you as your climax triggers his own. With a hoarse cry of your name, he buries himself to the hilt inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he finds his release. You can feel his cum spurting deep within your walls, filling you.

“Ugh…” he groans, his hips jerking erratically as he rides out the waves of his orgasm. After a few seconds, he lifts his head to look at you. His hand cups your cheek, his thumb brushing away the lingering tears on your skin.

“I’m sorry.” he whispers and kisses your cheek softly.

“I love you.” you whisper back and hug him tightly. “I only have eyes for you and you know it.”

He nods and gets off you, handing you your clothes as he starts putting his back on. The softness drains out of him fast, like it was never real to begin with. The apologies, the ‘I love you’, the way his forehead pressed to yours, it all evaporates the second he turns away.

You sit up slowly, pulling your clothes on while your hands still feel a little unsteady. He’s already facing the windshield, tugging his shirt down like nothing just happened. Like you didn’t cry. Like he didn’t lose control. You sigh and move forward to the passenger seat.

He starts the car, pulls out of the lot smoothly, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. You watch his reflection in the window. His jaw is relaxed now. Eyes forward.

He exhales, like he’s the one who’s been wronged. “Next time,” he says casually, “don’t embarrass me like that in class.”

Your stomach drops.

“Embarrass you?” you repeat quietly.

“Yeah.” He glances at you briefly. “You know what I mean.”

You look away, biting down on the inside of your cheek. You don’t argue. You already know how that ends. You can’t help but think to yourself, do you really deserve that type of treatment? Even if you love him more than anything, is it worth it?

He reaches over at a red light and adjusts your sleeve where it’s slightly wrinkled.

“You good?” he asks.

“Yeah.” you lie.

He nods, satisfied. “Good.”

After a while, the car slows in front of your house. You turn to greet him but you see him get out of the car. You exhale and follow him out. Gravel crunches under his shoes as he comes around to your side, automatically reaching for you like it’s muscle memory. His arm slides around your waist, thumbs pressing in slightly, pulling you into his chest. He gives you a squeeze before pulling back and kissing you softly.

“Love you.” he murmurs against your lips.

“Love you too.” you reply automatically.

He pulls back and studies your face, like he’s checking for cracks.

“And don’t stress about class.” he adds. “I’ll handle it if that guy gets weird again.”

You nod, even though your chest tightens. He kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then once more your lips. His arms loosen like he’s giving you permission to leave.

“Night.” he says.

“Goodnight.”

He watches you walk up the path. You can feel his eyes on your back, counting your steps. You don’t turn around. You unlock the door, step inside, and only then do you hear his car pull away.

You lean your forehead against the door for a moment, breathing. You know tomorrow he’ll text you like nothing happened. Maybe a joke. Maybe a heart emoji. Maybe a “miss you already.”

And you know it won’t last. Because it never does. Somewhere down the line, something small will set him off again and you’ll find yourself back in that car, wondering how love keeps feeling so much like a warning you ignore.

#enhypen #enhypen reactions #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen x reader #enhypen sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon smut

Been thinking about Heeseung as your experienced boy bestfriend helping you lately... Can we do that? ❤️

SOMEWHERE BETWEEN FRIENDS — L.HS

୨ৎ pairing : experienced boy bestfriend!heeseung x f!reader

୨ৎ synopsis : you need sex advice to impress a guy you are about to go out with and the only person you trust and can get a guys perspective from is heeseung — things get heated and out of hand.

୨ৎ warnings (MINORS DNI) : smut, piv, dirty talk, praise, pet names, degradation, oral, riding, doggy.

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You feel like it’s been a while ever since you last talked with a guy. Like actually talked, not just chatted for few days and then ghost each other. It has surely been a year or more since the last time you had sex with someone. And even that wasn’t really enjoyable. But what can you say?

Now that you finally find someone you vibe with and enjoy talking with, you feel good and fullfilled. But scared. It has been so long, you grew insecure about some things on your personality, your body that you were afraid to go out with someone and maybe end up in the same bed together. It’s not that you were not experienced enough or knew you were bad at sex, you just really wanted to impress that guy and leave an impact on his life. Be the best sex he’s ever had. You always admired your friend Heeseung. He was always popular with the ladies, maybe not just because of his looks but also because of his attitude and confidence. He always knew exactly what he was doing and how to make a girl become obsessed with him, all so effortlessly. 'How do I reach that state of confidence' is what you always wondered. Thats why Heeseung was the only person that could help you with this issue, considering how experienced he’s become.

You knock on Heeseung’s door and wait, arms folded tight around yourself even though the night isn’t cold. He opens the door wearing a loose T-shirt and sweatpants, hair slightly damp like he’s just showered.

“Why do you look like you’re about to confess to a crime?” he asks, stepping aside to let you in.

“Don’t start Hee.” you sigh and enter the house, getting comfortable on the couch.

He shuts the door behind you, slower than usual, eyes following you as you pace into the living room. You’ve been here a thousand times for movie nights, late-night snacks, falling asleep on opposite ends of the couch. Nothing weird. He drops onto the couch, stretching his arms along the backrest, watching you like he already knows where this is going.

“Okay… so there might be a guy, and I really want to impress him.” you start.

“Impress him how?” he asks carefully.

“Like… really impress him.”

“And what do you need from me? You have been with guys before.” he chuckles confused.

“No…this is different Heeseung. I think the guy is a little bit of a player, thats why i need to really impress him, lock him in, make him realise he wont be able to find a greater fit than me.” you explain stressfully.

“Okay…” he sighs, “What do you wanna know? Ask me.”

“I dont know… I mean, what do guys like?” you hesitate.

“Just be confident, do what you already know how to do. Dont be afraid to take a bit of control, be bold. He might find that hot. Be careful of your teeth when you are sucking him off."

“These are hard in action Hee. I’m not the one getting sucked off so I dont know if my teeth is getting on the way.” you huff.

“Didn’t you have a dildo? Why dont you use it to practise?” he jokes.

“I threw it away. It ripped. How did you even kn- anyway. I just wish one of my girl-friends had a dick so they could tell me what im doing right and wrong.” you bury your face in your hands.

“Are you that desperate to impress him? He is just a regular guy.” he raises his eyebrow.

“Yes! I hate the thought of me embarassing myself!” you groan.

Heeseung stares at you fidgeting with your pants, in total despair, begging for help. His mind is rushing with thoughts on how he could help you. But there is only one solution for your problem. You desperately want to practise on someone. This someone has to have a dick. The only person you could trust for this, is Heeseung. No feelings, just a friend helping a friend.

“I mean… I have a dick.” he shoots.

You stare at him, waiting for the laugh that doesn’t come.

“What?” slips out before you can stop it, like the word might rewind the last ten seconds. Your brain is scrambling to catch up, heat crawling up your neck as his suggestion settles in. Practise. On him. Your friend. Heeseung.

He notices the way you freeze and lifts his hands slightly, like he’s backing away from something fragile. “Not—” he says quickly. “Not because we want it like that. I mean… it wouldn’t be us fucking. It’d just be me guiding you. Helping. Nothing more than what you’re comfortable with.”

Your chest feels tight, a mess of relief and something close to curiosity. You shake your head with a breathless laugh, rubbing your palms against your thighs. “You’re insane.” you mutter. “You can’t seriously think I’d be normal about that.”

He just watches you, not pushing, giving you space to decide whether this crosses a line or simply redraws it. You swallow, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he is, how easy it would be to say no and how hard it is to ignore the way your pulse is racing. “This is a bad idea.” you say, more to convince yourself than him.

He exhales quietly, like he’s been choosing his words this whole time.

“It’s not that no one else could help you.” he says, softer now. “It’s that no one else knows you the way I do.”

You look up at him and he’s not smirking or teasing. He is just honest.

“Anyone else would make it awkward. Or rushed. Or make you feel like you have to pretend you know what you’re doing.” he shifts a little closer, not touching. Still giving you space. “With me, you wouldn’t have to explain anything. You wouldn’t have to be embarrassed. I’d stop the second you said stop.” His gaze doesn’t waver. “I know your boundaries. I know when you’re nervous before you even say it… I’m not saying you have to do this.” he adds quickly. “But… if you’re going to trust someone with this, it should be someone who actually cares about you. Someone who won’t turn it into something it’s not. I’m only stating this because it seems like it bothers you and that you really need that advice.”

You look away, heart pounding, because the scariest part isn’t his logic, it’s how much sense it makes. How safe he sounds.

“If I say yes,” you begin slowly, “it’s not because you talked me into it.”

His expression softens immediately. “I know.”

“It’s because I trust you.” you continue. “And because… I don’t want this to be scary.” You let out a shaky breath. “I want to learn without feeling stupid or rushed or like I owe someone something.”

He nods once, like he’s taking an oath. “Then that’s all it’ll be. On your terms. Always.”

You straighten, shoulders squaring even as your stomach flips. “Okay. I’m saying yes. But if it gets weird or I get overwhelmed, we stop.”

“Immediately.” he agrees without hesitation.

“Okay...” you say, nerves buzzing. “So… where do we start?”

He doesn’t answer right away. He studies you, thoughtful, then lets out a small breath. “It usually starts with kissing.” he says. “That’s where you learn how to read someone. How to respond. Everything else builds from that.”

Your mouth feels dry, but you nod. “I can do kissing.”

“I know.” he says quietly. “Take your time.”

You lean in first after a second, nerves buzzing under your skin, giving him every chance to pull back if he wants to. He doesn’t.

Your lips meet gently, slow enough that you can feel the warmth, the way he responds immediately but doesn’t take over. You kiss him again, a little surer this time, and he exhales through his nose like he’s been waiting for that. His hand settles on your knee, not squeezing or moving, just resting there, a quiet reminder that he’s present. The contact sends a slow shiver up your spine, but you don’t pull away. You tilt your head instead, letting the kiss deepen naturally, your mouth moving with more intention now. His thumb shifts slightly against your leg and you feel your breath start to hitch without meaning to.

After a while, he eases back just enough that your lips barely separate. You’re still close enough to feel his breath, and his voice, when he speaks, is low and rougher than before.

“Use your hands.”

The words land heavily, sending a rush of heat through you. You hesitate for half a second, then lift your hand and slide your fingers into his hair. It’s softer than you expected, and when you gently tug, not even hard, he reacts instantly. His shoulders relaxing, his mouth parting and letting out a heavy breath.

That reaction gives you confidence. You keep your hand there as you kiss him again. He follows your lead this time and carefully deepens the kiss. Just a hint of tongue, giving you time to decide. You don’t pull back. You follow, adjusting without thinking too hard about it, letting instinct take over. For a moment, you forget this started as practice at all.

When he finally pulls back, his hand is still on your thigh, his breathing uneven, eyes darker than before. He studies you for a second like he’s recalibrating.

“Yeah.” he says softly, almost to himself. “You are good. You’re patient. You don’t rush and you pay attention when something works.”

Your face feels warm, heart still racing. You manage to nod.

“Are you still stressed about this?” he makes sure.

“No.” you respond immediately.

“Good. Get on your knees then.” he says bluntly.

You take a deep breath and slowly sink to your knees in front of him, your heart pounding in your chest. You can feel the heat of his body so close to yours, the power that emanates from him.

He reaches out and gently takes your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to look at him, his thumb brushing lightly over your bottom lip.

"Remember, relax your jaw. Let your throat open up. Take it slow at first." he says in a husky voice while pulling his sweatpants and boxers down, just enough to free his semi-hard cock.

You nod, your tongue darting out to wet your lips nervously. Slowly, you lean in, your hand reaching up to grasp the base of his length. You can feel it throb against your palm, hot and heavy. You look up at him one more time, seeking reassurance in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, you part your lips and take the head of his cock into your mouth. The taste of him explodes on your tongue. You swirl your tongue around the tip, feeling the sensitive spot.

He inhales sharply, a low hiss escaping his lips, while his hand comes up to hold your hair. Emboldened by his reaction, you take him deeper, letting your jaw relax as he instructed. You feel the thick length of him sliding over your tongue, filling your mouth. You have to breathe through your nose, your eyes watering slightly as he hits the back of your throat.

"Good." he praises, his voice strained. "Just like that. Relax your throat."

You focus on your breathing, taking him deeper with each inhale. You can feel him throbbing against your tongue, growing harder with each passing second. You use your hand to stroke what you can't take into your mouth, matching the rhythm of your sucks. He starts to make small movements with his hips, not thrusting into your mouth but just rocking slightly against your face. It's like he's fighting the urge to just take over, to grab your head and fuck your face until he's satisfied. But he's holding back, letting you set the pace, guiding you with gentle touches and low, encouraging words.

"That's it." he groans softly, his fingers tightening slightly in your hair. "You're doing so good. Your mouth feels incredible."

You can feel the heat building between your legs as you continue your actions, the wetness growing in your panties. There's something incredibly empowering about having this much power over him, over his pleasure. You can feel his body tensing, his breathing growing more ragged.

Suddenly, he takes a sharp inhale, his grip on your hair tightening. "Okay, here's what I want you to do next." he says, his voice a little louder, a little more urgent. "Take a deep breath and then take me as deep as you can. Don't stop until your nose is pressed against my stomach."

You nod, taking a moment to inhale deeply before relaxing your jaw and taking him as deep as you can. You feel him hitting the back of your throat, your reflex to gag kicking in. But you push through it, taking him even deeper until your nose is pressed against the base of his cock.

He lets out a guttural moan, his head falling back against the couch. "Fuck, yes." he hisses out, his hips jerking forward slightly. "Hold it. Hold it right there."

You stay there, your eyes watering, your lungs burning for air. But you stay still, your throat constricting around him, squeezing his hard length. You can feel him throbbing, pulsing against your tongue, growing even bigger if that's possible.

After what feels like an eternity, he pulls your head back, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop. You gasp for air, your chest heaving, your lips swollen and slick with saliva and precum. He's breathing hard, his eyes dark and intense as he looks down at you. “You took it so well. I knew you could do it."

You slowly rise up from your knees, your legs slightly shaky from the intense focus and effort. He watches you intently, his gaze roaming over your body, taking in the way your clothes have shifted and your hair is slightly disheveled. Sensing the shift in energy, you reach for the hem of your shirt and start to lift it up. His eyes widen slightly but he takes the hint, quickly pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it carelessly to the side. Your breath catches in your throat as you take in the sight of his bare chest and his biceps. He's gorgeous.

Heart pounding, you step closer, your hands still gripping your shirt. He reaches out, his hands covering yours, and together, you finish pulling the shirt up and off. You let it fall to the floor, leaving you in just your bra and later on your panties. His eyes darken as he takes in the sight of your nearly naked body, his gaze lingering on the swell of your breasts, the curve of your waist, the flare of your hips. "Beautiful." he murmurs, his voice low and rough with desire.

Emboldened, you step forward, straddling his thighs. He guides you with his hands on your hips, positioning you over his still rock-hard cock. You can feel the heat of him, the thick length of him pressing against your core, separated only by the thin fabric of your panties.

He looks up at you, his eyes intense and focused. "Hold yourself up." he instructs, his hands still on your hips. "Then sit down slowly. Take me in inch by inch. Feel how hard I am."

You nod, taking a deep breath. You hold yourself up, your hands gripping his shoulders. Then you slowly sit down, feeling the thick head of his cock pressing against your clothed entrance. You gasp at the sensation, your head falling back slightly. He's so big, so hard, stretching you even through the fabric of your panties. You push them to the side, feeling every inch as you sink down.

"Fuck, that's it." he encourages, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. "Nice and slow. Feel every inch of me."

As you reach the base, you pause, your breath coming in short gasps. You can feel him growing more inside you, stretching you in the most delicious way. His hands guide your hips in a slow circle, helping you grind down onto him, getting used to the feeling.

"Ready to try moving?" he asks, his voice strained but patient. At your nod, he starts to guide your hips in a gentle up and down motion. "Start slow." he instructs. "Lift up until just the tip is inside, then sit back down. Find a rhythm that feels good."

You do as he says, lifting up until you feel like he might slip off entirely, then sinking back down, taking him in to the hilt. The sensation of being so full is intense. You set a steady rhythm, your hips rolling sensually.

"Fuck, you feel too good." he grits out, his head falling back, his eyes squeezing shut. "So tight and wet. You're taking me so well."

His praise spurs you on, and you start to move faster, your hips rising and falling with more purpose. You feel like you are about to corrupt, hiding your face in his neck and leting out soft whimpers.

"I got you baby. Oh God." he moans, his hands sliding up your back to unclip your bra, letting it fall on the ground and coming back up to cup your breasts. He squeezes gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "I swear you were born to ride cock."

His dirty talk makes you moan, the sound echoing in the room. You arch into his touch, your nipples hardening under his fingers. You start to bounce faster, twerking on his dick, your hips rising and falling with more urgency.

"Yes, just like that." he groans, his grip tightening on your breasts. "Ride me harder. Take what you need."

You do, your hips slamming down onto his, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Suddenly, he loses control, a primal urge taking over. In one swift motion, he grabs you by the waist and throws you down onto the couch on your hands and knees. Before you can even process the sudden change in position, he's behind you, his hands sliding around to grab two handfuls of your ass. He squeezes the soft flesh, his fingers sinking in, before suddenly pulling his hand back and delivering a sharp smack to your right cheek.

"Ah!" you yelp, the sound a mix of surprise and pleasure. The sting of the slap quickly gives way to a warm, tingling heat. He presses his cock against your entrance, teasing you.

"Push back against me." he orders, his other hand coming up to grip your hair, twisting slightly to pull your head back. "Meet me thrust for thrust. Show me you want this as much as I do."

You do as he says, pushing your hips back to push his cock inside you. The sensation of him sliding in and out, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up your spine.

"Ahh yes Y/N." he growls, his grip on your hair tightening, forcing you to arch more, to present yourself even further. "Shake this ass for me.”

You shake your hips, rolling them in time with his thrusts. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mingling with your moans and his grunts of pleasure. His balls slap against your pussy with each powerful thrust, sending jolts of electricity through your core.

"Damn, look at you. You like me using you like this?” he spits out.

You can't help but cry out, a loud moan escaping your lips as you feel his cock throb hard against your ass. "Yes, fuck yes! I love it, I love you using me like this!"

He snarls in response, a feral sound of pure lust and desire. His grip on your hair tightens, pulling your head back further as he starts to thrust harder, faster, his hips slapping against your ass with brutal force.

"Yeah this is what you wanted, isn't it? To be bent over and fucked like a bitch in heat?"

His filthy words only turn you on more, your pussy clenching and dripping with each degrading phrase. You can feel your arousal coating your thighs, your juices dripping down to the couch beneath you.

"Yes, fuck! I wanted this so badly. I wanted you to fuck me hard and use me for your pleasure. Please, don't stop!"

His other hand comes down hard on your ass, the sharp sting of his palm against your flesh making you yelp. But the pain quickly turns to pleasure as he starts to spank you in rhythm with his thrusts, marking your ass with red handprints.

"Dont hold back. Let the whole fucking building know who this ass belongs to now."

You let it all out, just as he demands, moaning loudly, nearly crying from the pleasure, your voice hoarse and ragged with pleasure. Your body is on fire. You feel your orgasm building.

"Fuck, I can feel you shaking. You're going to cum on my cock like a dirty whore, aren't you? You’re going to cum on your friends cock after begging him for advice for another guy? Cum all over me Y/N."

With a final, deep thrust, he slams into you balls deep, his cock pulsing as he feels you squeeze him, cumming with a scream, muffling it on the pillow you’ve been grabbing on this whole time. He immediately pulls out and jerks himself, finishing on your ass and back after a few pumps, with a whimper.

For a couple seconds you both stay still, regaining your breaths. You push yourself upright, movements careful, almost shy now that the intensity has burned itself out. Sitting there feels suddenly very exposed, like you don’t quite know what to do with your hands or where to look. Heeseung shifts beside you a second later, dragging a hand down his face as if he’s trying to reset himself. Neither of you look at each other right away, there’s a lot to process. You finally look at him. Big mistake. He looks just as wrecked as you feel, flushed, a little wide-eyed, like he didn’t expect things to spiral that hard either. You both hold eye contact for half a second too long before you laugh, short and awkward.

“Well…” you mutter, pulling yourself together, “that… definitely stopped being practice.”

He snorts, shaking his head. “Yeah. I think we lost the plot somewhere in the middle.”

“Sorry—” you start, then stop when he shakes his head.

“No. Don’t apologize.” he says carefully, afraid of making things worse. “That wasn’t you crossing a line alone. That was… mutual.”

You swallow, nodding. There’s a beat where neither of you says anything again, just standing there pretending your heart isn’t still beating weirdly fast. Then he looks at you again, his expression softer now.

“And by the way,” he adds, “you didn’t need help.”

“Huh?” you blink.

He shrugs, a small smile tugging at his mouth. “I’m serious. If this was meant to be a lesson, you were already way ahead of it.” he hesitates, searching your face, then adds honestly, “You’re… really good. Like, dangerously good.”

“Wow. Thanks. I think?” you try to laugh off the heat on your face.

You look at him again, manspreading naked on the couch, his hair pushed back, his side profile and that goddamn nose of his you wish you rode— Focus.

“Um…w-what now?” you ask awkwardly.

He exhales slowly. “We can’t pretend that didn’t just happen.” He glances at you. “But we also don’t have to freak out about it.”

“Yeah.” you nod. “You hook up with girls frequently, i’m no different. It was just a practise that went a bit too far but…yeah, just fun between friends.” you think out loud.

He nods and looks at you. “Don’t overthink it pretty. No regrets.”

You agree and look away to hide the blush on your face. You are friends. This won’t change. But neither of you is dumb enough to think things are exactly the same anymore. They just became more.

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MUSCLE MEMORY | S.JY

───genre: nsfw.

───synopsis: jake as your co-parenting ex husband.

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You’re halfway through folding laundry when your phone rings on the couch cushion beside you. The sound blends into the normal afternoon noise. TV in the background, dryer humming, the faint clatter of your neighbor’s kids playing outside. You don’t even look up at first. Probably a spam call, your sister or best friend calling because they are bored.

Then you see the caller ID:

Seoul Elementary School

Your heart gives a small kick and you grab the phone fast. “Hello?”

A woman answers politely.

“Hi. This is Haeun from the front office. We need you to come in to discuss an incident involving your son.”

It’s the word incident that grabs your throat.

You straighten instinctively. “Is he hurt?”

“No.” she says immediately, and you feel a tiny peace of air return. “He’s not hurt. But we do need you to come in as soon as possible.”

They never explain more over the phone. You know that. Doesn’t matter, your chest is already tight.

“I’ll be there.” You hang up before she can say anything else.

The laundry sits half-folded on the couch as you shove your feet into shoes, grab your bag, and double-check you have your car keys and phone. You take one deep breath to keep your hands from shaking. You remind yourself, he’s fine. They said he’s fine. But your mind still races with what-ifs the whole drive. The traffic lights seem overly slow, increasing your stress. By the time you pull into the school parking lot, your shoulders ache from how hard you’ve been holding them. You walk quickly through the front doors, trying to look composed even though your heart hasn’t slowed once.

The woman at the front desk gives you a sympathetic smile, knowing already who you are.

“You must be here for Juwon.” she says gently. “You can wait in the office. His teacher will be with you shortly.”

You thank her and sit in one of the small chairs along the wall. They’re clearly meant for parents, but they’re still uncomfortable. You look around the room, noticing each pencil and pen on the desk, the spread out papers, the move outside the window. A kid walks out with a nurse, holding an ice pack to his forehead. Another parent signs a late pick-up slip. It’s all painfully ordinary, which somehow makes your own anxiety feel sharper.

You set your bag beside you, clasp your hands in your lap, and try to breathe normally. You think of your son, of how sensitive he can be, how easily he gets overwhelmed even when he tries so hard to pretend he doesn’t. You hate that you’re not with him yet and that you don’t know exactly what happened.

A few quiet minutes pass and the office door behind you opens. You hear slow footsteps. Someone walks farther into the room and stops just behind your chair. You assume it’s the teacher and half-turn to look…but your body recognizes him before your eyes do.

Jake.

He stands there for half a second, as if he wasn’t expecting this either. The surprise flickers across his face. He doesn’t say anything. You don’t either. He gives a small, almost polite nod, barely a greeting, and he takes the empty chair two seats away from you. Not next to you but not far from you either.

You keep your eyes forward, pretending to study the faded poster about positive behavior, but your brain is too aware of him, of the sound of him sitting, of the quiet shift of his jacket as he settles, of the warmth of his presence in the room. You hadn’t known the school called him. Of course they did, he’s still his father. He always will be. But you didn’t expect it. You didn’t prepare for this.

The last time you saw Jake was months ago. A quick exchange in a driveway, a handed-over backpack, a reminder about dentist appointments and basketball practise. Two adults doing their best to keep things steady for a kid who deserves steady.

It’s not that you dislike Jake. Your marriage wasn’t a battlefield. It just thinned, stretched. Got too much in a way that became toxic for the both of you. There had been love. A lot of it. There still is, you think sometimes, in the quiet moments you try not to dwell on. But love wasn’t the problem, timing and life was.

One day you both looked at each other and realized you’d become two people who were trying to hold something together instead of living inside it. Separating hurt, but staying would’ve hurt worse. You don’t regret the decision. But seeing him now brings back everything you were trying not to think and feel ever since.

He looks good. The way he sits, a little tense, hands clasped loosely in his lap. Like he’s worried too. Like he’s here because he cares, not out of obligation. For a long time, this used to be the person you leaned on when something was wrong with your child. And now you can’t, you won’t and you shouldn’t. You breathe in slowly, eyes still forward. You don’t let yourself look at him.

The door to the inner office opens, and a woman in her thirties steps out with a clipboard held against her chest.

“Hi.” she says, offering you both a small smile. “Thanks for coming in. Can you follow me?”

You stand first. Jake stands a beat after you, like he’s making sure he doesn’t crowd you. The politeness annoys you more than actual rudeness would have. The teacher leads you into a small meeting room with a round table and three chairs. You take one side. Jake automatically takes the opposite.

The teacher sits, folding her hands.

“So…” she begins gently, “there was an incident today during recess. Your son got into an argument with another student over… well, over a soccer ball. It escalated quickly. He shoved the other child.”

You exhale through your nose. It’s not the worst thing, but it’s still not what you want to hear.

Jake shifts slightly. “Was anyone hurt?”

“The other student fell, but he’s okay. Just startled. We don’t tolerate physical aggression, so we wanted to speak with both of you.”

You nod, trying to keep your voice steady. “Has he done anything like this before?”

“No.” the teacher says warmly. “This is unlike him, which is why we want to understand what happened.”

Before you can speak again, Jake cuts in.

“He’s frustrated lately. Probably overwhelmed with some things at home.”

You turn your head slowly.

“Some things?” you repeat, eyebrows raised.

Jake pauses, long enough to let you know he didn’t think the comment through. “I mean, you know. The schedule changes. The… routines.”

You fold your arms. “The routines that you suggested?”

“I suggested a plan. You edited the whole thing.”

The teacher blinks, smiling awkwardly. “Okay so, it sounds like there may have been some miscommunication at home.”

You don’t look away from Jake. “There’s always miscommunication when someone’s late turning in permission slips.”

“Really? We’re doing this right now?” he warns.

The teacher clears her throat loudly. “Why don’t I bring him in so he can explain what happened?”

You and Jake both sit back, inhaling sharply, conversation shoved down into silence. A moment later, your son walks in, head down, feet dragging. Your heart breaks a little at the sight. You soften immediately. He looks at you first, always you, and you reach out your hand without thinking. He slips his small fingers into yours.

“It’s okay.” you whisper. “Just tell us what happened.”

Your son sniffles. “He… he said I cheated. I didn’t. He kept taking the ball and… and I told him to stop, but he didn’t.”

The teacher steps in again, smoothing the tension. “We’re not here to punish. We just want him to learn from this. He’s going to sit out soccer for a couple of days. Nothing too serious.”

Your son nods obediently.

“Thank you.” you say to the teacher. “We’ll talk about it at home.”

She dismisses him with a gentle pat on the back. You take your son’s hand and stand. Jake stands too, but you don’t look at him. You’re too focused on getting your kid out of the room before the shame sinks in deeper.

As soon as the door closes behind you, your son speaks again.

“He kept saying I was cheating. I wasn’t, Mom. I swear.”

“I know.” you say softly, squeezing his hand as you walk down the hallway. “But pushing someone isn’t the answer. We’ll figure it out, okay?”

He nods, wiping his nose with the back of his hand.

You walk him all the way to the parking lot, open the back car door, and help him climb in. You buckle him in automatically and stroke his hair once before stepping back. The car door shuts with a soft thud. You exhale slowly, pressing your palm to your forehead for a second.

Jake stops a few feet away, hands in his jacket pockets, shoulders tense.

“We need to talk.” he says quietly.

You look over your shoulder at him, the way he’s looking at you, with concern, confusion, makes your stomach flip uncomfortably.

“I don’t have much time.” you lie.

“You don’t have time to talk about your child? Our child?” he says, toning ‘our’ like you forgot that Juwon is also his son.

“I don’t want people to see us together. Not arguing, not like this.” you sigh.

Jake studies you with an unreadable expression.

“Then come up when you drop off Juwon tonight.” he suggests.

“Jake—”

“We have to talk Y/N.” he repeats firmly. “You dont want us to be seen outside, so come over tonight. You cant avoid this for long.”

“Okay…” you sigh and enter your car.

Jake walks to his car and you frustratedly rub your eyes and forehead. You quickly put on a fake mask, smile at your son through the mirror and drive off.

Night arrived faster than you wished it did and you are parked in front of Jake’s house. The porch light is on. You walk up the steps with Juwon’s hand in yours, your knuckles brushing his small backpack. You knock before you can second-guess yourself. The door opens almost immediately. And Jake… Jake looks so damn it good.

His hair is damp, still tousled from a shower, the ends curling slightly at his forehead. He’s wearing a black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, the simple (slutty) outfit that somehow makes him look better than being dressed up ever did. For a second you forget how to breath.

His eyebrows lift just a little when he sees you standing there. “Hey.”

You swallow. “Uh...hi.”

He tries not to smile, but a tiny, amused spark flashes in his eyes. He definitely noticed your malfunction.

“Come in.” he says gently, stepping aside.

You guide Juwon in, and Jake leans down to ruffle his hair.

“Hey, love. Your toys are in your room.”

This perks your son up immediately. “Can I go play?”

“Sure.” Jake says, nodding toward the hallway.

Juwon scampers off and disappears into his room, the same one he’s had since before the divorce.

You stand there awkwardly, hands clasped in front of you, taking in the familiar house. It didn’t really change, just the aesthetics did. Its more… Jake now.

Jake closes the door behind you and walks past, gesturing toward the couch.

“Sit.” he says softly. “I’ll get us something.”

You hesitate only a second before sitting at the far end of the couch. The cushions dip slightly under you. God, it’s way too familiar.

Jake returns with two glasses of soju, setting one down in front of you. You reach for it, your fingers slightly trembling. He notices, but doesnt say anything. He just flexes his jaw.

“We should talk about today.” he says quietly.

You take a slow sip of soju and nod. But your pulse is already racing, not because of the school meeting, not because of the argument. Because Jake looks good, you’re alone with him.

“Let’s start with Juwon.” he says quietly and shifts slightly toward you, still on his side of the couch, but angled now, giving you his full attention.

“What happened today shouldn’t happen again.” he says, tone firm but not accusing. “Not the fight. Not how we acted in front of him. Or the teacher.”

Your shoulders tense. “I know.”

“We were petty.” he adds.

Your eyes flick up sharply. “Both of us?”

He raises one brow. “You threw the first jab.”

You huff. “Because you said the ‘routines’ were to blame. That’s basically saying it’s my fault.”

“I wasn’t blaming you.” he says, leaning forward slightly. “I was trying to explain he’s been unsettled. He needs consistency.”

You purse your lips. “And you’re saying I don’t give him consistency?”

Jake exhales through his nose, trying to calm his nerves and not react.

“I’m saying that both of us get cocky around each other.”

Your eyebrows pull together. “Cocky?”

“Competitive.” he corrects himself. “Trying to one-up each other. Trying to prove who’s the better parent. He sees that.”

Your stomach twists uncomfortably because he’s not wrong.

“Kids pick up everything.” he goes on. “And he’s sensitive. He always has been.”

You swallow, guilt pricking under your ribs.

“He shouldn’t have to feel like he’s stuck between us.” Jake says quietly.

“No.” you agree, voice barely above a whisper. “He shouldn’t.”

You glance over at the hallway where soft toy sounds drift faintly, your son playing, happy, unaware of the weight in the living room.

You inhale slowly. “He needs you more than he sees you.”

Jake’s eyes flick up, struck by the honesty.

“I’m not trying to say you’re absent.” you add quickly. “I know you’re doing your best. I know you love him. I know your job is demanding. But… he asks for you. A lot.”

“I know.” he admits quietly. “I hear it in his voice when we FaceTime. I know he wants more time.”

“Then take it.” you say, a little too raw. “No one’s stopping you. Least of all me.”

He sits back, studying you with an expression you can’t quite decipher.

“I don’t want to disrupt your routines.” he says. “The life you built with him. The stability you give him.”

You shake your head. “It’s not about routines, Jake. He needs both of us. And we need to stop letting our ego get in the way of that.”

“You’re right.” he says quietly. It’s not often he admits that. “I’ll take him more. I’ll rearrange whatever I have to. I don’t want him feeling like I’m optional.”

“You never were.” you whisper.

He looks down at his bottle, thumb tracing the material, voice low and vulnerable in a way you haven’t heard in a long time.

“I don’t want to fail him.” he murmurs. “Or you. Not again.”

You lift your eyes to his. He lifts his to yours and drop to your lips for half a second, making your heart stop. Right when the tension reaches the point where you’re sure one of you is going to break, soft footsteps pad down the hallway. You both jerk your heads toward the sound. Juwon stands there rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand, hair rumpled and voice small.

“Dad… Mom… I’m sleepy.”

You’re the first to stand. “Come on, sweetheart.”

Jake sets his bottle down and rises too. He walks beside you through the hallway, the three of you moving like an echo of a life you once had. Juwon crawls into his bed without protest, already halfway asleep. You pull the blanket up to his chin, smoothing his hair back. Jake stands on the other side of the bed, watching with tired, soft eyes. He leans down and presses a kiss to your son’s forehead. You do the same. Then you both straighten, almost in sync.

You reach for the light switch. Jake reaches at the same time. Your fingers brush. His warmth way too comforting. Its been so fucking long since you felt it. Felt him.

You pull your hand away and he flicks off the light. You open the door and you both move to get out, bodies pressing against each other.

“S-sorry.” you quickly get out and press your body on the wall with embarassment. You turn to tell him that you should probably go as he comes out, but you dont. Because he is close. Closer than he meant to be. Closer than you can handle without your breath skipping. Your chests almost brushing, your faces inches apart. His arm half-raised from closing the door, his body blocking yours without meaning to.

He swallows, eyes locked on yours. Neither of you steps back. You dont. So he takes advantage of that and takes over, grabbing your waist and you both instictively crash into each other. His mouth finds yours like he’s been holding back for months, desperately and in a starving way. Thats the only way Jake ever kissed you, or fucked you. His hand slides up your side, jaw tilted to deepen the kiss as though he’s terrified you’ll change your mind. You curl your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer.

The kiss breaks for a second, just long enough for oxygen to slip between you and Jake presses his forehead to yours, chest rising and falling too quickly. His breath trembles. You’ve never seen him like this.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he whispers, like a sad puppy, his fingers flexing at your waist like he’s fighting the urge to pull you even harder against him.

You swallow, your lips brushing his. “Jake—”

He shakes his head once, a small, desperate gesture. His thumb drags along your hip, trembling faintly. He’s trying so hard not to lose it, not to cross a line too fast.

“You walk in here, looking like that… breathing like that… talking to me with that soft fucking voice of yours…” he murmurs.

Your lips brush his barely, accidentally and he makes a deep sound in his throat like the last thread of his control snaps.

“You say one word and I swear I’ll devour you. I won’t stop.” he groans softly.

You pull back just enough to look at him, and the expression on his face… God. Its intense. He could really cry on the spot from the way he is holding back.

“Fuck Jake.” you whisper and shake your head, shook from the way he is so goddamn needy.

He grabs your waist and crushes you to him again, kissing you like a man starved. Your hands tangle in his hair, and he groans against your mouth. He lifts you and walks to his bedroom while he attacks your neck with kisses, licks, bites.

Its happening, you thought. You never thought this would happen again after the divorce. It feels wrong. It is wrong. But it feels so right. Jake kicks the bedroom door shut behind him, never breaking the desperate, hungry kiss. He drops you on the bed, the one you used to share before everything fell apart. He breaks the kiss only to yank his shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. His hands are immediately back on you, sliding under your blouse, fingers splaying across the smooth skin of your back. He pulls you against his bare chest, the heat of him seeping into you, warming you in a way you've desperately missed.

You pull back to remove your own shirt and move further on the bed. He hovers over you, undoing your bra with one hand and immediately attacking your boobs, grabbing and sucking on them. You can feel the hickeys forming. His hand slides under your panties, fingers brushing against your clothed pussy making you jump. He groans at the feel of you, already wet and ready.

He pulls your pants and undies down in one shift motion. Then his fingers are back, stroking you through your folds, finding your clit. He rubs tight circles around it, applying just the right pressure to make your hips buck up against his hand.

"Jake." you gasp, your head falling back against the pillow.

"Yes, fuck, say my name." he growls, his fingers picking up speed. "I want to hear you scream it as I make you come on my fingers. Want the whole fucking neighborhood to know how good im making my ex wife feel.”

“N-no, fuck.” you whimper.

He leans down, his breath hot against your core. "I'm going to devour this sweet cunt until you're begging me to fuck you." he promises darkly and buries his face between your thighs, his mouth latching onto you with a hunger that steals your breath. He licks a broad stripe up your slit, his tongue delving between your folds, tasting your essence. He groans against you, the sound sending pleasant vibrations through your body.

"Fuck, you taste even better than I remember. I could eat this pretty pussy for hours and never get enough." he groans.

He seals his mouth over your clit, sucking hard, his tongue flicking rapidly over the sensitive bud. His hands grip your thighs, pushing them further apart, holding you open for his feast. He eats you like a starving man, desperate and greedy, his tongue plunging in and out of your entrance, fucking you with his mouth.

"Jake, oh god, yes!" you cry out, your fingers tangling in his hair, holding him to you. Your hips grind against his face, riding his tongue, chasing your pleasure.

He growls in response, the sound rumbling through you, making your core clench around his invading tongue. He pulls back just enough to speak, his lips brushing your dripping slit.

"You like that, baby? Like the way I eat this sweet cunt?" he taunts, his thumb rubbing hard circles around your clit. "I could fucking drown in this pussy. Want to drink down every drop of your cum until you're fucking dry."

He dives back in, sucking your clit hard, two fingers plunging deep into your tight channel. He pumps them in and out, curling them just right to hit that spot inside you that makes your vision go white.

"Yes, fuck yes, don't stop!" you whimper, your body tensing, your orgasm cresting.

He feels you tightening around his fingers and doubles his efforts, sucking your clit harder, fucking you deeper, determined to make you come undone. And you do, with a loud cry of his name.

As the aftershocks of your orgasm subside, Jake kisses his way back up your body, his lips trailing over your stomach, between your breasts, up the column of your throat. He hovers over you, his eyes dark with lust and satisfaction as he takes in your disheveled state.

“I love seeing you like this. Love knowing I can still make you fall apart.” he says while pulling his sweatpants and boxers down, freeing his thick, throbbing cock. Your gaze drops and your mouth waters in anticipation. He smirks at your expression, knowing exactly what you're thinking.

“Want to wrap those pretty lips around my cock and suck me off like you used to?” he whispers and you instinctively nod, moving to bend over in front of him, facing his member.

Jake takes himself in hand, fisting his length as he brings it closer to your face. "Go on, baby. Worship my cock like you used to. Show me how much you've missed it."

You don't hesitate, leaning forward and wrapping your lips around the head of his dick. He groans at the contact, his fingers tangling in your hair as you take him deeper into your mouth. You swirl your tongue around the tip, lapping up the salty essence of his arousal before taking him inch by inch into your throat.

"Fuck, yes." he hisses, his grip on your hair tightening as you swallow around him. "Just like that, baby. Take it all like the good little cock slut you are."

You relax your throat, letting him slide in until your nose is pressed against his pelvis and he's fully sheathed in your mouth. You hold him there, swallowing around his thick length, feeling it twitch and pulse against your tongue.

"Goddamn, I forgot how fucking good your mouth feels." he grunts, starting to rock his hips, fucking your face with shallow thrusts.

You start to bob your head in time with his thrusts, taking him deep each time before pulling back to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. Your hand comes up to fondle his balls, rolling them gently in your palm as you work his shaft with your mouth. He pulls you back by your hair and bends down to kiss your cheek softly.

“I’m gonna fuck you now, okay? Can you stay quiet for me?” he whispers in your ear while stroking your hair.

“Yes.” you whimper and he looks at you with soft, desperate eyes and strokes your cheek.

“Lay down.” he orders.

You do as he commands, laying back on the bed and spreading your legs wide for him. The cool air against your heated core makes you shiver with anticipation. Jake settles between your thighs, his hard length nestling against your dripping slit. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust and a desperate hunger that makes your heart race.

You feel the thick head of his cock nudging against your entrance, already slick and ready from your earlier orgasm. With a slow thrust, he pushes forward, your slick walls stretching to suck him in, making him hiss at the sensation. He stays still for a moment, savoring the feel of your heat enveloping him, your walls fluttering around his shaft. Then he starts to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in deeply.

You can't help but moan at the feeling, your back arching off the bed as he fills and stretches you so perfectly. He leans down to capture the sound with his mouth, swallowing your pleasure as he starts to move faster, his hips snapping against yours.

"Shh, I need you to stay quiet for me." he reminds you, his voice a low growl against your lips. "Don't want to wake the little one up, do we?"

You shake your head, biting your lip to stifle another moan as he pounds into you, his thick cock hitting that spot inside you with each deep thrust. Your breasts bounce with the force of his movements, and he leans down to catch one in his mouth, sucking hard as he fucks you.

"Fuck, look at these tits." he groans around your nipple, his hand coming up to squeeze the other one roughly.

He releases your nipple with a wet pop, his mouth moving to your neck, sucking and biting at the sensitive skin. He's lost in a haze of pleasure, consumed by the feel of your body beneath his, around him, squeezing him so perfectly.

You're just as lost, your fingers digging into his back, your nails raking down his skin as you hold on for dear life. Each thrust sends sparks of electricity through your veins, building the tension low in your belly. You can feel another orgasm approaching, your walls starting to flutter and clench around his length.

“F-fuck Im cumming.” you cry out.

“Cum for me pretty, milk my fucking cock.” he moans.

Your orgasm crashes over you, your body trembling beneath his as you come undone. You bite your lip hard to keep from screaming, tears of pleasure leaking from the corners of your eyes as you ride out the intense waves of your release. Your walls clamp down around his cock, milking him, trying to pull him deeper.

Jake keeps fucking you through it, drawing out your pleasure until you're a boneless, quivering mess beneath him. Just as the aftershocks start to subside, he pulls out abruptly, his cock slipping from your fluttering heat with a gush of your combined juices.

Before you can miss the feel of him inside you, he's gripping his shaft, stroking it rapidly as he looms over you. With a strangled groan, he starts to come, thick ropes of his cum erupting from the tip to paint your breasts and stomach. It splatters across your heaving chest, dripping down the valley of your cleavage and pooling in your belly button. He pants, trying to catch his breath. He takes some of his cum from your tits and brings it to your lips, making you lick his finger clean.

Now you’re both lying there, sheets twisted, bodies warm, breathing slowly returning to normal. Jake is on his back beside you, one arm bent over his head, chest rising and falling steadily now. You stare at the ceiling, heart still thudding, thoughts catching up too fast.

For a long moment, neither of you says anything. Then Jake exhales like he’s grounding himself.

“So…that still works.” he says. Not bragging. Not surprised. Just stating a fact.

You let out a short breath through your nose. “Yeah. I noticed.”

“You okay?” he asks.

You turn your head slightly toward him. “I am.”

“Good.”

Another pause.

“We dont have to overthink this.”

“Yeah.” you agree.

He turns his head then, looking at you properly.

“I’m not walking this back.” he adds. “And I’m not making promises.”

You meet his eyes. “Good. I don’t want either.”

He reaches out then, fingers brushing your arm lightly. He leaves them there. You don’t pull away. He settles back against the pillow, eyes drifting shut for a moment.

“We’ll figure it out.” he says quietly.

You dont exactly know what it is you will figure out, but for the moment you trust this small comfort it brings you. Now you just lie there, breathing in the shared silence, knowing tomorrow will come and that tonight exists exactly as it is, without explanation.

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AFTER THE STAGE GOES DARK | N.RK

───genre: nsfw.

───synopsis: riki as your exhausted bf who uses you as a relief.

The announcement had dropped only hours ago, the one fans had been waiting for, and the one Ni-ki had dreaded. The group would be taking a break. It sounded peaceful in words, but everyone knew what it really meant: burnout, exhaustion, the need to breathe after months of pretending that everything was fine.

You didn’t expect him to come that night. You figured he’d be with the members, or maybe just sleeping for the first time in weeks. But then there was a knock on your door. A familiar one. You rushed to open it just to reveal Ni-ki, standing in your doorway with his cap pulled low and his eyes red from more than just fatigue. He didn’t say a word when you let him in. He just dropped his bag by the door and pulled you into a hug so tight it almost hurt. His breath was shallow, his heartbeat wild against your chest. You could feel him trembling.

“Riki.” you whispered, but he only shook his head, pressing his face into the curve of your neck. “Hey, it’s okay. You wanted this, remember?”

You thought he pulled back to look at you and finally speak but you only felt his lips brush your temple, your cheek, and suddenly he was kissing you like he needed to remember what being alive felt like. There was nothing gentle about it. Just desperation, the kind that comes from weeks of holding yourself together until you finally crack. You didn’t stop him. You held him tighter, grounding him, letting him take what he needed out of a kind of quiet understanding.

He started leading you towards your bedroom without pulling away, his every move was decisive, not leaving room for disagreement, so you just followed him wordlessly. Ni-ki kicked open the bedroom door, not caring about the noise as he pulled you stumbling inside. He spun you around and shoved you onto the bed, crawling over you with a wild, desperate look in his eyes.

"I need this" he growled, his voice rough and low. "I need you. I can't..." He trailed off, shaking his head as if to clear it. His hands were already roaming your body, tugging at your clothes impatiently. You could see the exhaustion etched into every line of his face, the stress that had been building up for months finally boiling over. He didn't wait for you to undress. He practically tore your shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. His mouth was hot and demanding on your skin, teeth scraping against your collarbone as he kissed and bit his way down your chest.

“Please…” he groaned as he grabbed your boobs and pressed his face against them.

“Take it…take what you need.” you whispered, your voice steady and sure. Your words seemed to ignite something in him. A low, almost feral growl rumbled in his chest as he crashed his mouth against yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue delved deep, claiming you, possessing you with a fervor that stole your breath. Ni-ki's hands made quick work of your and his remaining clothes and he hooked your leg over his hip, tilting your body to grant him better access. His hard length, already freed from the confines of his pants, notched against your core. He rocked against you, coating himself in your slick heat, teasing you both with the promise of what was to come.

"Fuck, Y/N" he panted against your neck, his breath hot and ragged. "I need to be inside you. I need to feel you around me, squeezing me.” With that, he thrust forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one hard, deep stroke. A guttural moan tore from his throat at the sensation, his eyes squeezing shut as he savored the feeling of your tight walls enveloping him.

He didn't give you time to adjust, didn't wait for you to catch your breath. He set a punishing pace from the start, his hips slamming against yours with enough force to rock the headboard against the wall. Each thrust was hard and deep, driving into you with a force that bordered on brutal. His hand reached up to grab your hair, making you look at him.

“You’re so fucking sexy…” he moaned and all you could do is whimper back. The pleasure and slight pain was too much for you to form out sentences or even plain words. He flipped you over suddenly, pulling you up onto your hands and knees. One large hand gripped your hip, the other tangling in your hair, forcing your face down and your ass up.

"Fuck, look at you." he growled, his voice rough with desire. "Taking me so well, like you were made for this." He punctuated his words with a sharp smack to your ass, the sting quickly replaced by a rush of heat. He began to move again, his hips slamming against yours with renewed vigor. The new angle allowed him to drive even deeper, his cock kissing your cervix with each powerful thrust. You could only cling to the sheets and take it, your body rocking forward with the force of his passion.

He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his breath hot against your ear. "You feel so fucking good." he panted, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. "So tight, so perfect. I can't...I can't get enough of you."

His hand slid around your hip, his fingers finding your clit. He rubbed the sensitive nub in tight circles, timing his strokes with the thrusts of his cock. The dual stimulation was overwhelming, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Ni-ki could feel your walls starting to flutter around him, your body tensing as your climax approached. He doubled his efforts, his hips slamming against yours with bruising force, his fingers flying over your clit.

"Come on, Y/N" he urged, his voice a low, desperate growl. "Come for me. Scream for me. Let me feel you come apart on my cock." His words, rough and commanding, were enough to push you over the precipice. Your orgasm crashed through you, your body convulsing beneath his as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you. You screamed his name, your voice raw and broken as you came harder than you ever had before.

Ni-ki's body went rigid above you as his own climax overtook him. A guttural, almost animalistic roar tore from his throat as he buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he found his release. He collapsed against your back, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he struggled to catch his breath. For a long moment, he remained still, his body shuddering with the aftermath of his intense orgasm.

But as the fog of lust began to lift, something else took its place. Ni-ki's breath hitched, and a single tear dropped onto your shoulder blade. Then another. And another. Suddenly, his body was wracked with sobs, silent tears streaming down his face as the exhaustion and emotion of the past months caught up with him.

“Ni-ki?” you turned around worried, trying to realise if he was actually crying and for what. He rolled to the side, pulling you with him, holding you close as he finally let himself break down. His arms tightened around you, clinging to you like a lifeline as great, heaving sobs shook his frame.

"I'm sorry" he gasped between tears. "I'm so tired. I'm so fucking tired." His tears soaked into your hair, your skin, your pillow. He cried for the long hours, the endless performances, the constant scrutiny and pressure. He cried for the loss of privacy, of normalcy, of a life that felt real. Most of all, he cried for the relief of finally letting go, of finally allowing himself to feel the weight of it all. In your arms, he let himself be vulnerable, his defenses lowered, his walls crumbling down.

You held him close, stroking his hair, his back, his arms, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance. You knew this was a long time coming, this release, this catharsis. Ni-ki clung to you, his tears slowly tapering off into soft, shuddering breaths. He was utterly spent, physically and emotionally drained. But in your arms, he was safe. In your arms, he could rest.

"I love you." he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw. "I love you so much. I’m such an asshole for letting it all out on you. All the arguments, the pain, the roughness…"

You shook your head before he could finish. “Ni-ki, stop.” you whispered. Your hand found his cheek, thumb brushing away the dampness beneath his eyes. “You don’t have to apologize for feeling. You’ve been holding everything in for so long, it had to come out somehow.”

He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. “I hate that you saw me like this.” he murmured. “I’m supposed to be strong. I’m supposed to have it all together.”

“You don’t have to be strong all the time." you said softly. “Not here. Not with me.” The silence that followed was heavy but calm. You traced slow circles over his shoulder, feeling the tension ease with every breath he took. His heartbeat, once frantic, began to settle against your chest.

He exhaled slowly, his hand finding yours again, his fingers tracing the lines of your palm. There was a quiet gratitude in his gaze, something wordless but deep. He didn’t try to fill the silence after that, he just held you, the two of you wrapped in the dim light and the soft rhythm of your breathing.

The storm inside him had spent itself, leaving behind something fragile and still. You stayed like that until his body grew heavy against you, sleep finally claiming him. You watched him for a while, the rise and fall of his chest, the faint crease between his brows fading as he drifted further into rest. You brushed a strand of hair from his face and whispered, “You’re safe. I’ve got you.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, he slept without tension in his hands.

(IM SO SORRY FOR THE INACTIVITY, been trying to find myself. spoiler alert : still didnt achieve that)

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Who in ENHYPEN gives off lawyer vibes?

Heeseung

Jay

Sunghoon

Niki

Jake

Sunoo

Jungwon

Voting ended onJul 20, 2025

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how i feel writing smut actually

GUYS IM COMING BACK I PROMISE

ITS MY BDAYYYY

+Happy Sunoo Day🥳

can we please get a part two the the bf who cheated but he’s literally yearning for reader because he regrets cheating

WHEN THE TRUTH TEXTS BACK | Y.JW pt2

───genre: angst, nsfw.

───synopsis: jungwon as your boyfriend who cheated on you and now begs for you back.

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It’s funny how healing doesn’t feel like healing while you’re in it.

Some days it was rage. Loud, blood-hot, chest-heaving anger that made your fists clench and your eyes sting. Other days it was silence. Nothing. You’d wake up, stare at the ceiling, and feel nothing except the dull reminder that he wasn’t yours anymore and maybe never really was.

You blocked Jungwon a week after that night in the car. Not because you wanted to erase him, but because every notification that wasn’t him felt like another betrayal.

You went through the stages: the screaming into your pillow, the drunk crying in your friend’s car, the deleting every single photo and then later re-downloading some of them just to remind yourself it wasn’t fake. That you weren’t crazy.

But you healed. Painfully. Slowly. You started journaling again. Started dressing for yourself. Not to look good for anyone, but just to look in the mirror and say I like this. Your hair was shinier. Your smile came easier. You felt good.

Today was your friend’s birthday party. She was turning 22. You knew the party was going to be wild and packed because you knew that she is the definition of ‘party animal’.

You weren’t in the mood to party, honestly. But she begged for you to attend, she needed you there. She’d been there for you on the worst nights, holding your hair while you sobbed, forcing you to eat when you forgot how. You owed her at least a couple hours.

You curled your hair, slid on that dress you hadn’t worn yet. The one that made you feel like someone new.

You arrived fashionably late, of course. The rented house was massive. It had glass walls and a backyard pool and a kitchen island bigger than your bedroom. You could already hear the music thumping from the driveway.

Inside, bodies swirled around in a haze of perfume, champagne, and bass. People laughed too loud. Couples whispered in corners. Someone spilled tequila near your heels and apologized in slow motion. You hugged your friend, handed over a bottle of wine you’d picked up on the way, and let her spin you into the crowd. You were meeting new people, chatting, laughing, having fun. You were okay. For the first time in months, you really thought — I’m okay.

After some time, your glass was emptied. You excused yourself to the kitchen for a refill, when you accidentally bumped into someone on the way.

“Oh, I’m sorry I-” you turned to apologise and froze on the spot. Jungwon? What the hell was he doing here?!

It was only a second, but you felt it in your knees. That same electric numbness. The way your breath got stuck halfway between your chest and your throat. You were no longer in your friend’s rented house. You were back in his car. With your heart in your hands and his betrayal cracking through your ribs.

He looked… God, he looked better. His jawline was more cut than you remembered, clean and defined. His hair was blonde now, slightly longer than before, styled in that effortless mess that no one could pull off unless they were born to break hearts. He was wearing a black shirt that hugged his torso, defining his body that got more fit, dark oversized jeans with a Diesel belt. There was silver around his neck, a slim chain that caught the room's light and made your chest squeeze.

But the real difference was in his eyes. They weren’t cocky. They weren’t teasing or smug or full of themselves like they used to be when he knew how much you loved him. They were tired. Dull. Like something had been bleeding out of him for weeks and he only just realized he was hollow.

“...Wow.” he said, voice soft, stunned. “You’re here.”

You raised your eyebrows. “You sound surprised.”

“I… yeah.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Didn’t think I’d see you again.”

“Not really up to you, is it?”

He gave a small laugh, not out of humor, but nerves. You could tell he didn’t know what to say. He looked you over, tried to keep it subtle, but you caught the flicker of shock in his face.

“You look...” He trailed off. “You look amazing.”

You took a sip of your drink. “Glow-ups happen when your boyfriend cheats on you.”

His jaw tensed. “I deserved that.”

The air between you went thick and heavy. Music pulsed from the other room, but you barely heard it. “I-” He stopped, eyes darting to your hand, then back to your face. “I’ve been trying to reach you. I just wanted to talk. Not to make excuses. I just… I thought maybe…”

“I blocked you.” Your voice was calm. Too calm. “On purpose.”

He swallowed. “Yeah, I know but…i missed you.”

The words hit you like a slap in the dark. Soft, but unexpected. Too intimate. You laughed. Cold, sharp. “Is that supposed to mean something now?”

“It means I think about you. Every day. I fucked everything up. And I know it’s too late but—”

“Save it Jungwon. Not interested in hearing more excuses.” and you left.

“Y/N…” you heard him softly call your name desperately. But your body already turned itself and started walking away from him. ‘He must be out of his fucking mind’, you thought. ‘All of the sudden he regrets everything? Didnt work with Minseo and now he’s out of bitches?’

You rush towards your friend that was laughing with a random guy. You grab her shoulder and turn her to face you. “Why is he here?!”

“Huh? Who?”

“You know damn right who!”

“Oh…yeah. I mean, i invited his friends, it was only fair he was coming too, plus we used to hang out all together when you guys were dating.”

“Why didnt you tell me?! Thats fucked up F/N!”

“Hey, calm down. I’m sorry. I thought this would be a chance for you guys to talk things out.” she said unbothered.

“Talk WHAT out?! He CHEATED on me!”

“I-” you didnt let her finish as you scoffed and walked away pissed off. Why tf did she invite HIM? After what he did to you. She should’ve been hating his guts, like you do.

The night wore on after your argument with your friend. You stood in the middle of the living room with your jaw clenched and eyes burning. The music pounded through your skull like a heartbeat you couldn’t regulate. Laughter erupted from the backyard. Someone handed you another drink, and you downed it without tasting it. You didn’t care anymore.

You wandered through the house, each room filled with people, noise and memories you didn’t want. You needed air, space, silence. You ended up in the upstairs hallway, hands running over the polished banister, the floor just slightly tilting under your feet. Liquor and rage a dizzying cocktail in your veins.

You opened a random door and stepped inside a guest room. It was quiet, dimly lit, neatly made bed and a large window looking out into the backyard lights. You sat down on the edge of the mattress and let out a shaky breath. For the first time in weeks, your hands trembled. You were fine, weren’t you? He was gone. You had healed. You had smiled again. So why did seeing him unravel everything?

You heard a soft knock before the door opened. “Y/N?”

You turned slowly, heart crawling up your throat. He stood there. Jungwon. As if your thoughts had summoned him. His silhouette cut through the room’s soft light, and his expression…God, his expression. Like a man on the edge of begging.

“I-I didn’t mean to intrude.” he stammered. “I saw you walk up here. I just… I needed to talk to you. Please.”

You didn’t move. “You already said what you needed to say.”

“I didn’t.” he said quickly, stepping in, shutting the door gently behind him. “Not everything. Not even close.”

You stood, arms crossed, but unsteady. “I don’t want to argue with you again, Jungwon.”

He looked at you, and in that second, his whole body seemed to sag. His chest rose and fell in sharp breaths. “I hate what I did to you. I hate myself for it every day. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I replay that night in the car over and over until I want to scream. You crying. Me saying nothing. Letting you walk away when I should’ve been on my knees.”

You scoffed, but your throat clenched.

“It wasn’t just a mistake. I betrayed someone who loved me. God, Y/N, you loved me so purely and I took it for granted. And now all I do is live in the shadow of what I lost. I can’t move on. No one feels like you. No one even sounds like you when they laugh. I see you everywhere. I hear you everywhere.” his voice broke on that last line.

You felt like the breath had been punched out of you. “Then why didn’t you fight for me?” you whispered.

He stepped forward, eyes glassy. “Because I was a coward. And I thought you deserved better than a coward. But now…now I just want a chance to earn you again. Even if it takes years. Even if it’s hopeless. I’ll take hopeless over silence.”

Tears prickled at your lashes. The room spun. Not from alcohol, but from the emotion washing over you in waves too fast to process. Pain and anger. And underneath it all, that same terrifying truth:

You still loved him.

Your voice cracked. “You broke me.”

He was barely breathing. “I know. And I’ll never forgive myself for it. But I’d give anything—anything—just to hold you again. Even if it’s for one night. Even if you never speak to me again after.”

The alcohol burned in your blood. The weight of his voice, his trembling hands, the way he looked like he was about to cry, it all pressed against the dam you had spent months building.

And you let go. You stepped forward. One step. Then another.

His hands rose hesitantly, hovering uncertainly between you like he was afraid of shattering the fragile space between you. His fingers twitched, craving contact but unsure if he had the right. His eyes searched yours, desperate and vulnerable in a way you hadn’t seen before.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, your own hand trembling as you reached out, fingertips brushing lightly against his cheek. The skin was warm beneath your touch, and a shiver ran through you.

His breath hitched, and his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, as if your touch was the only thing keeping him tethered to reality. “I never stopped wanting you.”

“Then why did you choose her over us? Why did you do this to me? Why did you leave?”

He shook his head, voice raw. “I’m an asshole. I thought that by leaving I was protecting you from me, from my mistakes, my weaknesses. But all I did was break you. And I’ve lived with that every damn day. I thought you’d never give me a second chance. And maybe you shouldn’t.”

Tears welled in his eyes, threatening to spill. “But I’m begging you… not as your boyfriend, not as the guy who hurt you, but as the man who still loves you. Please. Just one chance. One night. One moment to prove I can be better. Fuck Minseo and any Minseo. I dont fucking know why i did tha- fuck” he sobs and covers his face with his hands.

The weight of his words, the vulnerability bleeding from him, crashed through your carefully built walls. You felt the years of hurt, anger, and love collide inside you and it was overwhelming. Your breath hitched. Your fingers trembled as you reached up and cupped his face. The tears on his cheeks were warm against your palms.

Without thinking, without hesitation, your lips met his. He gasped into your mouth like he had been waiting to breathe you in for months. Like your kiss was the only thing keeping him alive. His hands, shaking, settled at your waist, gripping you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

You deepened the kiss, tilting your head, biting down on his bottom lip with just enough force to make him groan. He tasted like cheap champagne and heartbreak, and yet nothing had ever felt more familiar. More right.

His hand came up to cradle the back of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you closer. “God, I missed you…” he murmured against your lips, voice raw and broken. “I missed your voice, your laugh, your scent—fuck, I missed you so much.”

Your hands found their way under the hem of his shirt, exploring the warm, taut skin beneath. He flinched, not from discomfort, but from the sensation. His stomach flexed under your touch like he hadn’t been touched in years.

“Do you even know what you did to me?” you whispered against his jaw, trailing kisses along the stubble lining it. “How many nights I cried myself to sleep? How long it took me to look in the mirror and not see the girl you left behind?”

“I do.” he breathed. “I know. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Your hands moved to unbutton his shirt, the fabric parting to reveal his chest. He looked stronger now. More defined. But there was still a fragility in the way his eyes flickered, like he didn’t believe this was real.

“I don’t want your sorry.” you said, pushing the shirt from his shoulders. “I want you to mean this. I want to know I’m not another moment of weakness to you.”

“You never were.” he choked. “You were everything. I was too stupid to see it then. But I see it now. I see you, and I don’t want to ever stop.”

Your dress slipped off your shoulders easily, pooling at your feet. You stood before him in your lingerie, and for a second, he just stared, completely wrecked. His lips parted, eyes wide, like the breath had been stolen from his lungs.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” he said, voice shaking. “You always have been.”

He stepped forward and kissed your collarbone, slow and reverent, like he was worshipping every inch of you. His lips traced your skin with quiet apologies, murmured between kisses.

“I was scared.” he whispered. “Of how much I loved you. Of ruining it. Of being unworthy.”

“You were unworthy.” you said, but your fingers curled around his jaw gently. “But for tonight i want to forget that.”

His hands cupped your thighs and he lifted you effortlessly, setting you down onto the bed with a soft thud. He hovered over you, lips ghosting above yours. “Are you sure?” he asked, breathless, trembling.

You nodded. “I don’t want to think. I just want to feel.”

With that, his mouth was on yours again. Slower this time. His kisses felt like apologies he didn’t know how to say out loud. His hands explored your body trying to memorize every curve, every breath, every sound you made.

“You’re shaking.” he whispered as he kissed down your stomach.

“So are you.” you replied, breath hitching as his tongue traced a slow, burning path.

The room was silent except for the rustle of sheets, the hum of the party muffled behind the closed door, and the unsteady rhythm of two hearts rediscovering each other. He started unbuckling his belt and jeans, throwing them aside. You gazed up at him, your heart pounding in your chest as his fingers traced the delicate lace of your bra. The heat of his touch seared your skin, igniting a fire deep within you that you thought had long been extinguished. Your breath hitched as his hand slid around to unhook the clasp, freeing your breasts from their confines.

"God, Y/N..." Jungwon breathed, his voice rough with desire as he took in the sight of you, laid bare before him. "You're even more beautiful than I remembered." His thumbs brushed over your nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks as he lowered his head to capture one in his mouth.

A moan escaped your lips at the sudden sensation, your back arching off the bed as Jungwon's tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. His hand slid down your stomach, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your panties to tease the slick heat he found there.

"I've thought about this every night." he murmured against your skin, his fingers stroking through your folds, teasing your clit with maddening precision. "Lying in bed, touching myself, wishing it was you. Wishing I could feel your tight pussy gripping my cock again."

His words sent a shiver down your spine, your core clenching around nothing, aching to be filled by him. You reached down, pulling down his boxers, desperate to free his hard length. Jungwon groaned as your fingers wrapped around him, stroking his thick shaft, feeling it throb in your hand.

“Hurry, someone might walk in and see us.” you whisper eagerly.

“Let them.” he said as he removed your panties too, throwing them on the floor. He settled himself between your thighs, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. With a swift thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside you. You gasped as his length filled you completely, stretching your walls deliciously around his hard shaft. Your fingers dug into his back, nails raking down the firm muscles as he began to move within you. Each powerful thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through your body, rebuilding the connection you thought had been shattered.

"Oh god, Jungwon." you whimpered, your hips rolling to meet his in a desperate dance of passion and longing. "Don't stop. Please don't ever stop."

He captured your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans and whimpers as he drove into you with increasing fervor. One hand slid between your bodies to rub at your clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation had your mind spinning, your body coiling tighter and tighter with each passing second.

“Oh, I’m taking my time with you.” he promised breathlessly against your lips, his hips never faltering in their relentless rhythm. You could feel your climax building, your walls starting to flutter around his pistoning length. Jungwon must have sensed it too, because he redoubled his efforts, pounding into you with a newfound urgency.

“F-fuck im cumming.” you whined, feeling extremely close to finishing. Something you’ve been craving for so long, only for him to pull out.

“Wha- why did you do that? I was about t-” you shut up by his arms suddenly grabbing you and pulling you on top of him, you were now straddling him.

“Use me.” he whispered.

“What?”

“Take out all the pain and anger i caused you on me. Make yourself feel good on me. Please.”

Emboldened by his submission, you began to move, rising up until just the tip of his cock remained inside you. Then, with a smirk, you slammed back down, taking him to the hilt in one brutal thrust. Jungwon let out a guttural moan, his hands gripping your thighs as you started to ride him hard and fast.

You set a punishing pace, your hips slamming against his with force. Each downward thrust was a release of the anger and hurt you harbored for so long. You poured every ounce of it into your movements, using Jungwon's body as a vessel for your retribution.

You leaned down, your breasts brushing against his chest as you changed the angle of your thrusts. Each roll of your hips now stimulated your clit against his pelvis, pushing you closer to the edge of another climax.

"That's it." you growled, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Feel how wet you've made me? How much I needed this?"

Jungwon could only nod, his mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as he felt your walls starting to flutter around his renewed hardness. "Yes. Fuck i love you.” he whispered, voice cracked and uncertain, as if the words still tasted forbidden in his mouth. You didn’t answer. You just kissed him deeper, because you weren’t ready to say it. Not yet. But in that moment, you didn’t need to.

He started bucking his hips up, hitting your spot deeper. "Fuck, Jungwon." you whimpered, your head thrown back in ecstasy as you felt your climax fast approaching. "I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum all over your cock."

"Please, Y/N." he begged. "Cum for me. Use me. Mark me. Claim me as yours again."

With a final bounce, you slammed down onto him, your walls clamping down around his length like a silken vise as your orgasm crashed through you. You screamed his name, your voice echoing off the walls as wave after wave of pure, unadulterated bliss consumed you.

"Yes, fuck yes!" Jungwon roared, his hips jerking erratically as he felt your release drenching his cock. "That's it, baby. Fuck, you feel incredible." He slammed up into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt as his own climax overtook him.

You let out a shaky breath as you slowly lifted yourself off of him, your body trembling from the aftershocks of everything you had just given and taken. A soft, messy trail of your shared release spilled from you, glistening in the low light.

Jungwon let out a sharp hiss, his eyes fluttering as he watched. He looked up at you then, his gaze full of lust, regret, love. That dangerous kind of love that makes you forget every reason why you walked away in the first place.

“One more round.” he whispered hoarsely, his voice like gravel, leaning forward to kiss your shoulder and neck.

You gently pushed him back with a hand to his chest. “No.” you said, your voice low but firm. “We can’t. We need to go back outside… Our friends might be wondering where we are.”

You stood up slowly, legs still unsteady, and began collecting your scattered clothes. As you bent to retrieve your dress, reality came crashing down like a cold wave. “God.” you whispered. “What did i just do?”

He rose from the bed, reaching for his pants but pausing when he saw your face. “Hey…” he murmured, stepping toward you. His hands cupped your cheeks gently, his thumbs brushing along your skin with reverence. “Are you… regretting this?”

You hesitated, heart pounding, breath shaky. “I—” you exhaled heavily. “No. I don’t regret it. It felt… right. But it’s wrong, Jungwon. We both know that.”

He looked stricken. His brows furrowed, his eyes wide, desperate. “Y/N… I’ve changed. I swear to you, I’m not that same asshole who didn’t know how to appreciate things. Look at me.” he whispered, leaning closer. “Let me prove it. Let me show you every single day that I can be the man you deserved from the start. Let me love you the way I should’ve. The way I never stopped.”

You looked up at him, your chest aching. His voice cracked with conviction, with fear. And for a second, you let yourself believe that maybe he really had changed. That maybe people do grow. That maybe love, even when broken, can be rebuilt. But not tonight.

“I need time.” you said quietly. “Okay? I just… I need to think. Process. This isn’t something I can pretend didn’t happen. I have your number, I’ll text you. I promise.”

His face fell slightly, and for a moment, you thought he might cry again. “Please don’t look at me like that.” he said, his voice barely a whisper, pulling you into his arms. His embrace was warm, grounding, his hands softly rubbing circles into your waist like he was trying to calm both of you down.

“I’m okay.” you murmured into his chest. “Really. I just… need time.” you pulled back slowly and gave him a small, fragile smile. He nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay. I’ll wait. However long it takes.”

You finished dressing in silence, both of you moving slowly, like the weight of what had happened anchored your limbs. When you were ready, you walked to the door together, pausing just before it opened.

Your eyes met his one last time. A single nod passed between you. Not goodbye. Not yet. Just later. Maybe. Then, with your heart still trembling in your chest, you opened the door and stepped back into the world.

[DISCLAIMER: Don't go back to exes. Things ended for a reason. I'm watching you. Put your self-respect first. Let that rat go.]

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